Chapter 2

Heather’s red nailed fingers grasp Mia’s chin, digging into the soft flesh as she forces the petite pledge to open her mouth wide. Mia’s eyes widened in surprise and humiliation, her lips parting reluctantly to reveal her pink tongue and neat row of white teeth. Heather leans close, her hot breath wafting over Mia’s face as she speaks.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get a good look in there. I want the camera to see every inch of that pretty little mouth that’s about to service the elite.” Heather said.

Behind them, the other pledges shift uncomfortably in their seats, their faces a mix of shock and disgust. The camera zooms in, the lens capturing the glistening wetness of Mia’s mouth and the way her jaw trembles slightly.

“Remember, Mia,” Heather says loudly, for the benefit of the camera,

“You’re lucky to have an oral gift like this. There’s a whole world of powerful people out there who would pay top dollar to feel these lips wrapped around their cocks.” Heather said.

Heather traces a finger along the inside of Mia’s lower lip, making the pledge flinch. She smiles coldly, enjoying the power she has over the young woman.

“Now, smile for the camera,” Heather commands.

“Show them what they’re bidding on.” Heather said.

The room falls silent, waiting for Mia’s response, her face frozen in a grimace of humiliation as Heather holds her mouth open, displaying her for the leering camera.

The high-definition camera lingers on Mia’s gaping mouth, zooming in to reveal every intimate detail. Mia’s teeth are small and white, perfectly aligned, glinting slightly under the bright studio lights. Her tongue was pink, laying trembling on the floor of her mouth, coated in a thin sheen of saliva. Heather’s fingers pressing into Mia’s chin cause her throat to constrict slightly, the delicate flesh of her neck flexing.

Mia’s gums, a vulnerable pink, are visible as Heather forces her mouth open wider. The back of Mia’s throat comes into view, the opening to her esophagus a tight, puckered hole that leads down into the darkness of her body. The light catches on the curve of her tonsils, glistening and slightly reddened from the forced position.

Heather’s red manicured nails contrast starkly with the pale, delicate flesh of Mia’s face and the glistening pink of her mouth. The close-up shot emphasizes the vulnerability and intimacy of the scene, highlighting every tremor and flutter of Mia’s mouth and throat in exquisite, almost painful detail. The camera seems to linger on each intimate contour, capturing the shame and humiliation in Mia’s wide, terrified eyes before they squeeze shut against the intrusion.

“Alright, Mia,” Heather says.

She holds up a small piece of paper, waving it in front of Mia’s face.

“I want you to read this note out loud for the camera. Let everyone know what a naughty little slut you really are.” Heather says.

The note is crumpled slightly in Heather’s fingers, and there’s a wicked gleam in her eye as she watches Mia struggle with the humiliation of the situation.

The room falls silent, the tension palpable as everyone awaits to see what Mia will do. The two other pledges, Lily and Sophia, sit frozen in their seats, eyes wide with fear of what might come next. The camera continues to roll, the red record light glowing ominously.

Heather’s gaze bores into Mia, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Go on, Mia. Read it,” Heather says.

Her voice left no room for disobedience.

“Let all our potential bidders hear the filthy things you’re craving.”

She shakes the note slightly, the crumpled paper rustling in the oppressive quiet of the room.

“That’s an order, pledge.” Heather says.

Mia reads the note with a quivering voice.

“Even though I am a virgin and my mouth has never had a cock. I’m a cock hungry virgin who desperately needs a big fat dick shoved down her throat. I want to choke on thick, veiny shafts, drooling and gagging as I take them balls deep. I want my neck bulging, and my face fucked until I’m drowning in spit and sperm.” Mia said.

Mia’s voice cracks as she forces out the degrading words.

“Please, I need my throat used hard by powerful men. I’ll do anything to worship cocks with my slutty mouth.” Mia said.

Her face is bright red with shame and humiliation. Heather smirks wickedly as Mia finishes reading the lewd note, her face now beet red with humiliation.

“Well, well, well. Looks like little miss Mia here is just aching for a thick cock to play with,” Heather taunts, circling the trembling pledge like a shark.

She turns to the camera.

“And you heard it here first, folks. For the low price of $350,000, you too can have this cock-hungry virgin choking on your fat dick. Just imagine balls deep in that tight throat, her pretty little face fucked until she’s gagging and drooling like the slut she is. She doesn’t care how old you are, she wants you to fuck her throat.” Heather said.

Heather grabs Mia’s hair, yanking her head back and exposing her neck.

“Aren’t you? Aren’t you just desperate girl to be used and abused?” Heather said.

She punctuates her question with a sharp slap to Mia’s cheek. The sound echoes in the room, followed by Mia’s muffled whimper. The air is thick with tension and the pledges’ shared humiliation. Sophia and Lily look away, unable to watch, while Natasha glares at Heather with barely contained rage. The camera continues to roll, capturing every moment of the pledges’ degradation.

Mia whimpers again as Heather keeps a tight grip on her hair, forcing her to maintain eye contact with the camera. Tears well up in Mia’s eyes, her bottom lip trembling.

“I ... I love the feeling of a thick cock hitting the back of my throat,” Mia stutters out, her face flushed crimson with shame and humiliation.

“I want it ... want it to go so deep that everything goes black. Want to choke on it until I’m unconscious, used like a fuck toy. I love losing control, being completely at the mercy of a hard cock violating my throat.” Her voice cracks on the last word.

Heather grins wickedly and releases Mia’s hair with a sharp tug, causing the pledge’s head to snap forward.

“There you have it, folks! Mia here is a real throat slut. She will take that dick as deep as it’ll go, pass out, and come right back for more.” Heather turns Mia’s face from side to side, displaying her tear-stained cheeks to the camera.

The room is silent except for the soft sniffles and shaky breaths of the pledges. Natasha looks like she might be sick, her face pale and eyes wide. Sophia stares at her lap, hands clenched into fists. Lily just looks dazed, rocking slightly in her chair. The air is thick with tension and the weight of the pledges’ degrading confessions. Mia continues to say that sometimes one cock is not enough. Sometimes she dreams of having multiple cocks fighting for her mouth.

“Oh? Mia’s a greedy little thing, isn’t she? She thinks one cock is too few, hmm?” Heather’s voice drips with mock sympathy.

Mia hiccups on a sob but keeps her tearful gaze on the camera.

“Sometimes ... sometimes I have fantasies of being surrounded by ... by hard cocks. All wanting me, fighting for my mouth...” Mia said.

She swallows thickly, her heaving chest pressing against the tight fabric of her hoodie.

“I dream of choking on one while another slap my face. Of having my throat stretched by cock after cock, all of them leaking and twitching, covered in spit and pre-cum ... and cum.” Mia said.

Mia’s eyes glaze over as she loses herself in the degrading fantasy. “I want to be a hole for them to ruin. To make me choke on their dicks until I can’t breathe. I crave being used like that, like a cheap fuck toy for their pleasure.” Mia said.

She shakes herself slightly, the haze of arousal clearing. Shame colors her cheeks deep red and fresh tears spill down her face.

“God ... I’m so disgusting. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...” Mia said.

The room feels charged, the air heavy with Mia’s shocking confession and the pledges’ stunned, horrified silence. Heather looks thrilled, her eyes gleaming with triumph and sadistic glee. The cameras whir and click, immortalizing Mia’s humiliation and depravity for all to see.

Heather turns to Mia, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

“Come on now, Mia. Don’t be shy. Tell us what you really want those nasty men to do to you while you’re choking on their dirty cocks,” Heather said with a wicked grin.

She placed a hand on Mia’s shoulder, gripping it tightly.

“Go on, say it. Say you like it when they slap you hard, leave red handprints on your face as you gag and sputter on their thick dicks,” Heather demanded.

The room falls silent, the weight of Heather’s words hanging heavy in the air. The other pledges look away, unable to witness Mia’s impending humiliation, while the cameras zoom in, eager to capture every cringe-worthy moment.

Heather’s fingers dig into Mia’s flesh, a silent warning.

“Well? Don’t keep us in suspense. Confess your dirty little desire,” Heather said, her voice dripping with sadistic amusement.

“I like it when they slap me hard in the face while choking me on their cocks.” Mia whispers

Heather smirks triumphantly as Mia whispers her shameful confession, the words barely audible.

“What was that? We could not hear you. Speak up now, let everyone hear what a filthy little slut you are.” Heather said.

She turns to the cameras, gesturing grandly.

“You heard her, everyone. Mia here loves getting slapped hard in the face while she’s choking on a nice big cock.” Heather cackles wickedly, the sound echoing through the room.

“Well, well. Isn’t that just priceless,” she sneers, patting Mia’s cheek condescendingly.

“And to think, some lucky bidder will get to make all your nasty fantasies come true. For the right price, of course.”

Heather grins sadistically, savoring Mia’s humiliation. She leans close, her voice dripping with venom.

“I didn’t quite catch that last part. I think our bidders need to hear exactly what kind of nasty whore they’re dealing with.” Heather pauses, letting her words sink in before continuing.

“Now, Mia, I want you to tell the camera ... say you like it when men pinch your nose so you can’t breathe while you’re choking on their big, hard cocks.” Heather said.

Mia trembles, her face flushed a deep crimson. She glances desperately at the other pledges but finds no solace in their equally shocked expressions. With a shaky voice barely above a whisper, Mia finally speaks her darkest desire into the camera lens:

“I ... I like it when men pinch my nose so I can’t breathe while I’m choking on their cocks...” Mia said.

Heather throws her head back in a mocking laugh, patting Mia’s burning cheek again.

“There we go! Doesn’t she just scream ‘unbridled desperation’? I’m sure her ‘services’ will be snapped up in no time.” She turns back to the camera, her smile widening.

“So, any takers for Mia? The bidding starts at a cool million for this one.” Heather said.

The camera pans out, giving a wide shot of the room. The heavy silence is broken only by the hum of the equipment and the pledges’ shaky breathing. The game of degradation continues, the sisters’ humiliation laid bare for the world’s sick amusement. Heather’s eyes gleam with sadistic glee as she turns back to face the camera

“And just a little bonus for our deepest pockets - double that donation, and you’ll have exclusive access to Mia’s throat for a full three weeks! Imagine the possibilities, gentleman. Twenty-four seven, her hot little mouth and tight throat, all yours to use as you please.” Heather said.

Heather reaches over and grabs Mia’s hair, yanking her head back and forcing her to look directly into the camera. Mia whimpers, tears streaking down her reddened cheeks.

“That’s right, Mia? You would love nothing more than to spend three weeks choking and gagging on a real man’s cock, wouldn’t you?” Heather said.

Mia’s body shakes with silent sobs, but she nods weakly, unable to deny her twisted fate any longer. Heather releases her grip and smiles triumphantly at the camera.

Heather strides over to Natasha. She hands Natasha a folded note with a wicked smile.

“Read it aloud, Natasha,” Heather said.

H voice cold and expectant.

“Let’s hear that pretty voice of yours.” Heather said.

Natasha hesitates, her hands trembling as she takes the note. The tall redhead unfolds the paper with shaking fingers and clears her throat. In a shaky voice, Natasha read the note.

“I am Natasha, and ... and I love the taste of cum. I love how it coats my tongue and slides down my throat. I especially love it when it is mixed with other juices, any juices. I’m not picky. I just want to taste it, again and again.” Natasha said.

Natasha’s face flushes bright red as she finishes reading, her cheeks burning with humiliation and shame. A single tear rolls down her porcelain skin. She looks up at Heather, awaiting her next command with terrified anticipation. The room feels even more charged and uncomfortable than before, the other pledges shifting in their seats as they watch Natasha’s degradation unfold.

Natasha takes a shaky breath, her face still flushed with embarrassment and humiliation. She looks up at Heather with tearful eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I have never done it before, not for real. The closest I’ve come is, um, watching porn.” Natasha gulps, her eyes darting nervously.

“Seeing those videos, it just looks so intense. The way it, um, pulses out and coats everything ... I think about that a lot.” Natash said.

She fidgets in her seat, squirming with a mix of shame and anticipation.

“I’ve always wondered what it would really feel like, the taste, the texture. Thick and hot and real, not just on a screen.” Natasha’s voice grows a bit stronger as she speaks about her fantasies.

“I would love to have that experience, to be honest. To have someone ... to have them use my mouth, my throat, to give me that first real taste.” Natash said.

Her eyes widen a little and she bites her lips.

“If it could be with someone who would be gentle but generous, I mean. To guide me through it, make it good for both of us. That would be amazing.” Natash said.

Natasha’s face burns with humiliation as she continues her confession. She looks down at her lap, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

“God, this is so embarrassing ... but, um, there were times I’d watch those, uh, bukkake videos, you know? Porn movies where one girl is, like, surrounded...” Natasha’s voice trails off and she clears her throat.

“They just keep cumming and cumming, and she tries to swallow it all. Gallons of it, until her belly is full and it’s just pouring out of her mouth and nose.” Natasha’s breathing quickens at the memories.

“I’d, um, I’d touch myself while watching that. I’d imagine it was me there, choking on all that hot, sticky seed.” She admits.

“My fingers would pump in and out of my pussy, and I’d rub my clit, pretending it was a big cock pulsing jets of cum down my throat.” Natasha confesses in a mortified whisper.