Chapter 30

Brandi wept.

Despite the improvements that Mr. Foster had made to her body, her skin, her form - even the subtle changes he’d made to her face - the Protector openly sobbing wasn’t an attractive sight.

Or sound, for that matter. Her entire face was coated with a thick layer of cum - every time she breathed through her nose it made an odd gurgling sound. Her cries weren’t cute sniffles or tiny whimpers, they were huge, bawling wails of anguish.

And even through her utter misery, even through the thick layers of self-loathing and total humiliation, there was still a trace of the arousal that her low self-esteem continued to feed; a slight ragged nature to it, an almost animalistic quality.

“Uh...”

“Don’t stop,” she begged. As much as she may have hated herself in that moment, she knew that her body had just one purpose, and that was to serve men.

She existed to get men off.

But the man had already been harboring reservations (which is why he was last in her queue). The sight of the topless, cum-soaked slut openly bawling on the bathroom floor was enough to scare him off; as he left, Brandi collapsed even further, laying on her back on a dirty bar’s restroom floor and bringing herself to orgasm after shuddering orgasm, even as she sobbed about what had become of her life.

When she finally ran out of steam, she stopped masturbating and wailing, and took advantage of the limited facilities available. Barely resisting the urge to scoop up and swallow as much cum as she could, Brandi looked at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes were red - she knew that the crying was largely to blame, but she’d taken more than a few loads in the eye over the past few hours. Maybe I need to start wearing glasses, she mused.

Glasses to stop getting cum in my eye. The thought sent a fresh wave of excitement through her body, but she was truly spent. She’d made herself cum again and again, as each of the tubby, unkempt men had wandered in, lowered their pants, and obeyed her desperate pleas to cum onto her face, her tits, to coat her in their seed and treat her like the whore she knew she was.

Sexually, physically, emotionally, mentally - Brandi was completely exhausted. Using the last of the paper towel, she desperately tried to remove as much visible cum as she could from her body - no matter what she did, she knew she’d reek, but a part of her hoped that she’d be able to walk down the street without everyone knowing what she was.

A whore. A slut. A cum-bucket. Her pussy spasmed with excitement at the thoughts, but she didn’t even have the energy to get herself off again.

Putting her tank top back on, Brandi decided to walk home and have a shower. Maybe that would make her feel better.

Maybe.

Halfway home, Brandi had begun to sober up, and a thought struck her.

She’d just spent her Saturday morning in a strange bar, being repeatedly coated by strange men’s cum. She’d simultaneously loved and hated every minute of it, but ... no matter how she felt, she had to admit - that was weird.

And last night. Last night she’d gone home with a ... a cowboy? She’d let him cum in her ass, just like she’d tried desperately to get Duncan to do earlier that day.

A part of her knew that she was a worthless tramp who was lucky just for the opportunity to have strangers cum inside her holes.

But another part of her couldn’t help but wonder ... Lily was clearly hexed, and strange things had been happening to Nicolette’s body since the middle of the week. As far as Brandi could tell, the boys - Duncan, Niles, and Michael - were unaffected ... but she’d obviously been dropping the ball lately, so it was impossible to say.

What if she had been somehow messed with?

Brandi realized that she was only a few blocks from Lily’s house. Hex or no hex, Lily was still one of the smartest people she knew. Brandi was sure that her best friend would be able to help her sort through all the confusion and work out what was really going on.

To her surprise, Lily’s front door was wide open. A cardboard sign rested against the stairs, simply saying “come up”. Brandi nervously walked up to Lily’s room - the sounds she could hear gave some warning, but nothing could really have prepared the Protector for what she found when she opened the teen girl’s bedroom door.

Lily’s room was slightly larger than Brandi’s, and yet it was completely packed. There had to be a dozen - no, two dozen men, all of them naked, all of them focused on Brandi’s friend.

She was in the middle of the bed, completely naked, desperately trying to take as much cock as she could. Both her hands were hard at work, each of them attempting to jerk off two or three guys. Two huge cocks filled her mouth, and Brandi was shocked to see that they belonged to Adam and Hans, the Jackson twins.

Lily was sucking off two brothers. At the same time.

It looked like a significant part of the school’s marching band were in Lily’s bedroom - Brandi recognized the overweight drum major between her legs, desperately licking and sucking at her pussy even as one of the trumpeters plugged away, his thin cock clearly bringing Lily a lot of pleasure.

Meanwhile, enthusiastically pounding at her rear entrance was Olaf, the only male cheerleader. Brandi had always assumed he was gay - hell, maybe he was. If naked male flesh was your thing, this room was clearly the best place to find some.

The rest of the men were staring at Lily. Some of them were cheering, some were talking dirty, some were jerking off.

In the middle of it all, Lily was red with exertion, hard at work. Her eyes were wide as she noticed Brandi opening the door, but before she could remove the cocks from her mouth and say something, someone offered her another line of white powder, and soon the redheaded teen’s eyes lost focus and rolled back in her head.

Disgusted and overwhelmed, Brandi stumbled backwards. The noise of her abrupt exit drew the attention of some of the orgy’s participants, and to her absolute horror, a part of her wanted to step forward and ... join in.

You wouldn’t have to take all the cocks at once, she told herself. You could just strip down and... ... and let them cum on you. That wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Instead, for the second time that day, Brandi ran blindly away from her friend.

Niles. She needed to find Niles. Lily was gone, a lost cause - but Niles would know what to do.

He’d be able to save them.

Brandi was surprised to find that Niles’ front door was also ajar. She heard a shout, which she read as a response to her knock.

Brandi’s run across town had only been interrupted when she stopped to throw up. The booze, the sight of Lily’s normally snow-white skin so red and blotchy, the sounds, the smells ... the reaction of her own body.

It was too much. Something was wrong, and she needed to fix it. She needed help. She needed her Mentor.

On some level, Brandi had thought she’d been prepared for what she’d seen at Lily’s. She suspected a hex already, and she’d heard the sounds as she’d gone up her friend’s stairs. Maybe she’d hoped it was just loud porn, but the young woman had done all she could to mentally prepare for what faced her when she opened her friend’s bedroom door.

She’d been wrong, but at least she hadn’t been totally blind-sided.

Like she was when she opened Niles’ door.

It wasn’t her Mentor with his pants down that first caught her attention. It wasn’t Duncan, completely naked, on all fours by the window, taking Niles’ cock deep into his ass.

It was Rita.

Rita.

Even through the gag, Brandi could see the demon’s smirk. It wasn’t even in response to the Protector’s presence - Rita was just enjoying the show. Her flawless body was completely revealed; for some reason, she was tied to the bed, but she didn’t even looked like it bothered her.

Hell, the bitch even managed to make it look comfortable.

What had Rita done, to make Niles let her into his house? Was she responsible for the changes within Brandi, within Lily? It made sense - she’d been at the party, after all.

Rita stirred slightly, clearly trying to rub her legs together and provide some stimulation to her glistening pussy, and Brandi turned to see what she was watching.