The effects of mayhem

Donna licked her lips as she thought about her current predicament. It was a good thing they'd made semen taste so good, because she'd swallowed a lot of it these past few days. She'd wanted a rule to help her get laid more often, but that rule had been rejected. Instead she ended up as a victim of another one that made her overly eager to please. Since she'd made black pussies addictive she'd had no shortage of partners willing to go down on her, but now she wondered if that's all she could let them do. She'd experimentally fucked one of her better fuck buddies and he'd managed to make her cum 8 times. Normally a great result, but that left her absolutely needing to give him 8 blowjobs. She found herself begging him to let her suck it, and while he wasn't **** in the least, he was still only human.

Of course she'd also tried asking if he was satisfied, since her debt could be cancelled with those words. But this asshole kept saying no, and he kept giving her pointers instead. It had gotten to the point where she didn't even want to ask anymore, she just wanted to get these blowjobs over with and then never fuck him again.

Still...she decided to try one more time, "Well, are you satisfied?"

He looked at her as if deep in thought, after a moment a large grin spread across his face, "No."

"No?" Donna asked, "Come on. Just say yes! Even if you don't mean it."

"And let you off the hook?" He said.

"Huh?" Donna was confused, she hadn't told him about the rule and it wasn't like the rulebook broadcast it or anything.

"I got a text from a friend of yours. She told me it was a rule that you had to pay me back for ever orgasm I gave you during sex. That's why I worked so hard to rock your world."

Donna felt a chill down her spine, "Y-you didn't...who? Who sent you that text?"

He smiled, "A 6/10 doesn't get to know."

"Fuck," Donna said. She still owed him 3 blowjobs. She looked up at him in desperation, "Then let me suck it again. Now."

He shook his head, "Nah. I'll save those for later."

Donna stood up, "Fine. Just give me permission to cover my chest then."

"No can do," He winked at her, "I promised your friend I wouldn't."

"You...just who is this 'friend'?" Donna wondered. He didn't know any of her friends, so why would he..."Shannon. It was fucking Shannon, wasn't it? You think she's hot..." Why had she let them keep that rule? Truthfully she hadn't expected Shannon to immediately betray her like this, but still. It was dangerous to give that bitch so much power.

He didn't answer, but his look told her she was right. Donna picked up her shirt and threw it at him, then turned around and stormed off.

"You'll be back." He said ominously.

Unfortunately, she knew he was right.

She needed to get that rule conditioned. That meant she needed a win. She stormed off across campus, heading back to their dorm.

She immediately went to see Sierra. Except she wasn't home. Then she tried Mira. Also absent. With a groan she knocked on Ken's door. The door opened slowly to reveal a petite, but rather busty, Japanese woman. She was topless, like most women these days, and she had a look of exhaustion plastered on her face.

"What do you want?" Ken asked.

"I was going to challenge you to a game...but it looks like you were already challenged..." Donna itted.

Ken shook his head, "Lost a coin flip. That's right, there's more than one way to change my sex," He groaned, "What's the game? I'm in."

"What? Just like that?" Donna asked.

"You want to condition a rule? Well so do I. As long as it's even odds, I'll play. So what's the game?"

"Uh..." Donna hadn't actually thought of one yet.

"Come back when you have an idea, or when you've convinced the other two to let us play a two person game of chance. Whatever. Now I gotta go...those two are insatiable no matter what I've got between my legs..." Ken slowly shut the door in her face.

Donna blinked, "Right...the others..." She went off to hunt for the other two.

---

Mira had lasted 3 days as a free woman. Not only did her piercings tease her remorselessly, but her inability to orgasm through any means drove her completely wild. Every time she looked at the tattoo on her pubic mound she was reminded that a solution was just a word away. She thought long and hard about who she wanted to own her. Shannon who was always ready to take a dominant role. Ken who was already used to having a Harem and could help with her need to get off both sexes. Sierra, her best friend that she trusted to take care of her no matter what.

In the end, she chose none of those people. Rather, she felt like a **** choosing a Master wasn't something a **** should do. Instead of choosing, she simple decided to leave herself ****. She stopped asking Ken for blowjobs and ensured that she was near potential targets every 12 hours after her last one. Not every man would demand a blowjob when the rule activated, but there were enough men around that it never took her long to find herself on her knees. She was always topless, of course, but she had also taken to wear a low rise skirt, exposing the very top of her tattoo. Most guys ignored it, but then finally...

"Take off your skirt," The man ordered. Mira instantly obeyed, "Nice tattoo...there's no name, so you're still up for grabs?"

She nodded, but was incapable of answering verbally.

"Well let's see if you're worth buying, suck it." He pulled down his pants and she immediately latched onto his cock. He seemed into it, but her tongue and clit piercings meant that she got even more pleasure than he did. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back, "You're enjoying this too much," He reached down and slapped her tit, "Less moaning, more sucking."

Mira dutifully tried to obey. It was hard to keep from moaning, but sucking was something she'd become quite skilled at. Within minutes he was ready to blow, he pulled on her hair again and aimed is cock to spray his load on her face and chest, although she managed to get a bit of it on her tongue, "Ya, you look good like that slut."

"Thank you sir." Mira said.

"Oh you do talk?" He asked.

She nodded, "It's a rule. I need to give a blowjob first."

"Huh, well if it's a rule...stand up," He ordered. She was no longer **** to obey, but she did anyway. The man reached into his backpack and took out a marker, "Stay still."

She shuddered in anticipation as he wrote on her. The moment he was done the marker transformed into a tattoo. Her pubic mound now read, 'Property of Nick'. That was it. She was his ****.

"I'm Nick," The man said, "Not that you need to know that. You will call me Master."

She nodded, "Yes Master."

"Good. Well I was going to go to calc, but something better has come up. Grab your stuff and follow me...oh, but don't put that skirt back on. Unless I tell you to, you stay naked."

"Yes Master." Mira picked up her stuff and followed her owner out of the building.

---

Sierra returned to the dorm to find Donna waiting for her. From the look in her eyes she could tell what the other woman wanted, "You want to play a game?"

"Yes!" Donna said, "You want to be able to cover those puppies up, don't you?"

Sierra looked down at her bare breasts, "Ya. It's annoying. My SRO uniform doesn't even work because they are separate rules. Whatever your game is you know I'll say yes. After my boobs swelled to the size of beach balls I decided to just agree to everything. Ken and Mira can safeguard us."

"Ken's already in, we just need Mira now." Donna said.

"What's the game? And where is Mira?" Sierra asked.

"Um...I don't know. On both fronts." Donna itted.

Sierra rolled her eyes, "You think of the game. I'll find Mira."

"Deal." Donna agreed.

Sierra went off to find Mira. It wasn't an easy task. She had to use her SRO powers to **** her way into the overachievers club and interrogate the people inside. Eventually someone told her they saw her leaving, naked, with a student named Nick. They didn't know where he lived, or even his last name, but after threatening the right people she learned there were only two Nicks in the 10% of students.

The first Nick she visited couldn't even look her in the eyes. Or the chest. He turned beat red as soon as he saw her and stared at his feet the whole time. He knew of Mira, but had never talked to her. Sierra believed him wholeheartedly.

The second Nick...was trouble. He was a first year and still living in the dorms so he was easy to find, but his attitude made it clear he wouldn't be easy to deal with. After she knocked on the door he opened it swiftly, and like the first Nick he avoided looking her in the eyes. Except this one wasn't embarrassed or ashamed, he stared right at her tits as if that was the only thing that matters. Sierra knew Ken had made it polite to stare at women's tits, but this guy just gave her the creeps.

"Nice tits, ya know, I might be suffering from blue balls right now. Why don't you come in and give me a tit job. I might even give you permission to cover up those melons if you do." He said as way of greeting.

Sierra scoffed, "As if. I'm looking for Mira."

"Oh, you mean Cunt? She's not here right now." He said immediately.

"No. Mira. My friend." Sierra said.

"Well I own your friend, so I renamed her. Suits her better, don't you think? I sent her to get us some grub. You can wait for her if you want, but my room has a strict no pants policy for all females that enter."

"You're disgusting." Sierra said.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Sierra's chest. she scoffed, but found she couldn't stop him. It was a rule after all. After some squeezing a spurt of milk shot out at him, "Whoa? These really are some nice mommy milkers."

"You realize I'm the SRO right? Disrespect is grounds for punishment."

Nick shrugged, without ceasing his groping, "Sure, for female students. And that's if it was disrespect. I'm just complimenting you, don't be so uptight. Oh, and you realize I literally own your friend? I sent her to get us take out naked and covered in my cum with clamps on her pussy. I don't think you're in any position to be threatening me..." He trailed off, leaving the implication unsaid.

Sierra fumed. This little shit. He was right that Mira was now under his control, but he was wrong if he thought she was just going to back down.

"Fine. Then let me come in. You're going to manually express my milk. Gently." It wasn't that she wanted this creep to keep touching her, but it gave her a chance to wait until Mira returned. As awful as this guy is, it wasn't clear that he would do something that would push Mira away. She had to see for herself so she could convince Ken to claim her instead.

Nick grinned, "Now that's a punishment I can get behind. Come on in sugartits."

Sierra scowled, but followed him into his room.

---

Shannon picked a dress up and held it up to her body. She glanced over at a mirror on the wall, then spun and looked at her 'date', "Well, what do you think?"

"You'd look great in that Shannon." He said.

She shuddered as she heard her name, her arousal building. She put the dress back and shook her head, "No...boring. I want something more..." She plucked a top off the rack, "Daring."

He gulped, "Y-yes."

She smirked at him. While the rulebook ensure that she, like all women, was bisexual, she had a decided preference for women. That said, men had their uses too. Mr. 87/100 here was rather into her, and while the feeling was not mutual, she was rather into his wallet. "You'll buy me this one too." She said.

"Of course." He replied. He took the top from her and added it to his ever growing pile.

She turned and heard her piercings jingle. She was getting really rather horny. This guy liked to say her name a lot, not to mention the near constant ringing her bells did. She preferred women, but this gentleman had a tongue too...

"I want to try this one. Come with me," She ordered. She led him into the change room. He was rather meek and might have protested, if he'd been less attracted to her. But rules were rules and he had to obey. She set the clothes on the rack to try on later, then grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up, "Well? Why are you still standing?" She teased, "Lick. Oh, and as soon as I cum tell me that you're satisfied."

"Yes, I will." He dropped to her knees and wasted no time in delving into her folds. She moaned softly then grinned to herself. Those idiots. They thought they'd gotten her with that rule. But why would Shannon ever get an orgasm from someone who didn't find her attractive? The only person it would really work on is Mira, which had been a key driver in Shannon not writing her own name on the wannabe ****. Shannon was the one who made others kneel. She wasn't going to be some cock hungry whore.

She gripped his hair tightly as he found her clit, sending her bell ringing. She moaned louder, though still tried to control herself. They were in public after all. Then she felt it come, she shut her eyes shut and the orgasm exploded through her body.

The need to return the favour hit instantly. It was all she could do to stop herself from throwing herself to the floor to beg for his cock. Luck for her, her earlier instruction prevailed.

"I'm satisfied." He said.

Relief swept over her. She straighten her dress and looked down on him, "Me too. Good job, you are pretty good with your tongue, not as good as a woman of course, but better than most men. As a reward...I'll let you pick out any fit you want for me to try on. Dress me as slutty or as classy as you want. Then you can buy it for me. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful." He said.

Shannon raised her foot and pushed it down onto his lap, slowly putting more and more pressure.

"Wonderful Mistress." He corrected.

Shannon grinned and released the pressure. Sure she had his unconditional obedience, but it was more fun teaching them how to behave.

"Then pick your reward." She said, waiting for him to make his choice.

---

Asha fingered the collar around her throat. Only a few more days. Or not. Ken was running out of time to make a decision. Ring or collar. If he picked collar she would spend the rest of her life with this, or one like it, around her neck. It was a little scary. She trusted Ken, as his wife or his ****, but that didn't mean she was fearless.

She looked across the room at Alyssa. Actually, she was a lot more afraid of her. Ken was good at sex. Really good. But his tastes were pretty vanilla. If you considered marathon threesomes to be vanilla. Alyssa on the other hand...pervert was hardly adequate to describe her. If Ken married Alyssa and enslaved Asha...or even if he married them both but made Alyssa 1st wife...now that scared her.

Alyssa suddenly turned to face Asha, "Asha...be a dear and suck on mommy's tits."

"Ew," Asha cringed, "Mommy? What the hell is wrong with you."

"A lot," Alyssa shrugged, "But right now it's my overflowing milk sacs. 5L per day is way too much. And I can't even milk myself. It's really annoying."

Asha was already moving towards Alyssa. It was a rule that Alyssa could **** anyone to help drain her tits, so she had little choice in the matter.

"Why don't you just apologize to Sierra? Didn't Ken leave you that way out?" Asha asked, kneeling down in front of Alyssa and raised her lips to her nipple.

"Apologize? Me? Did you just meet me?" Alyssa asked.

Asha didn't reply, she was too busy sucking down Alyssa's milk.

"Actually I made an appointment. I'm getting a tattoo." Alyssa said.

Asha couldn't believe it. Between a simple apology or a permanent tattoo...a cow themed tattoo...Alyssa chose the tattoo. She didn't even have to mean the apology, she could just bullshit it.

"You should get one too. Ken itted to me that he thought it was hot." Alyssa said.

Ken said that? Asha wondered. She said nothing and continued to suck. If Ken wanted her to get a tattoo then she'd do it. Compulsion or no compulsion. Still though, she wanted him to tell her to do it first. It was more fun that way.

---

Ken was fuming. He'd told Alyssa not to challenge him today, but of course that only made her want to do it more. He'd lost the coin toss and immediately begged her to end it. He'd threatened her, he'd offered her rewards, but nothing had worked. He was stuck this way until midnight. Of course he realized his over-eagerness had doomed him. If he'd been more casual, Alyssa probably would have listened. She wasn't a bad person, just...well, Ken didn't know what she was. She could be sweet and caring at times, but often she seemed to let her libido call the shots and was more than willing to trample over others for her own desires. It made him question the decision he had to make. He loved her and wanted to be with her, but at times it was like she was a wild animal begging to be broken.

He shuddered, it was a poor thought, and he chided himself for even having it. He checked his phone, the store was closing soon. He really had to hurry. It wasn't his fault he was late. Alyssa was responsible for the initial delay of course, but once he was stuck in his female form he was also stuck topless. He might've been immune from all public indecency, but that didn't mean he was comfortable going out topless. He was still not used to this body, or the looks men gave him in it. he wanted to be as covered up as possible.

That meant knocking on his neighbours door, begging to be allowed to put his shirt on. It had taken 2 floors, a considerable amount of unwanted groping, and no small amount of begging before he found a male willing to let him cover his chest. Then he'd practically ran all the way here.

He finally arrived at his destination and opened the door. He was immediately greeted by a saleswoman, "Hi there, how can I help you?"

"I'm picking up an order. For Kenji Whitmore, I have the receipt here." Ken held out the receipt.

The saleswoman looked at it, then walked over to her computer. She typed something in, "Ah. Yes it's ready. One moment please." She walked into the back and returned minutes later carrying a small bag. She ed the bag to Ken, "Here you are, on behalf of Lux Jewelers I thank you for your patronage."

Ken accepted it, "Thanks," He pulled out one box and popped it open, quickly closing it and putting it back, "Looks great. Um. Bye."

"Bye." She said with a smile.

Ken took the bag and sighed. He'd finally made his decision.