Writers Note: This is a work of fiction. Don't do this stuff in real life. Consent matters. That said, enjoy some fucked up fun.

This is the 8th chapter, chapter seven can be found here - https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1dy85z0/the_good_girl_chapter_7_35m18fdub_condrunk/

I also have an AO3 where the entire story to date can be found, for easier catching up. Link is in my profile.

Jessica stumbled as she tugged at her dress. Everything was too bright here, and it smelled funny. There were several men inside the sex store, including the one behind the counter. She suddenly became very aware that they were all staring at her. She didn't even know why she was there. She had plenty of toys now, thanks to him. He pulled her along with him, and she did her best to keep up with the heels he had her in. Her head was pounding, though, and why was every man staring so intently at her? Jessica didn't realize her makeup had run, her lipstick was smeared, or she looked like a drunk opportunity for fun. She only followed him in confusion as he gave the employee behind the counter, who licked his lips at her, a twenty and was given a stack of ones in return. Then he put his arm around her waist, and Jessica felt better until he started leading her towards a curtain. She saw on the wall next to it a stack of movies displayed, and understanding finally hit her drunken mind.

She walked through the curtain, and the peculiar smell only intensified. Where they had entered now was a rectangular hallway filled with doors. Booths. Some fragment of her mind was sober enough to recall a memory from some porn video she had watched. Those were all video booths. But why? He could make her watch porn with him anywhere. Then, another faint memory entered her mind. What happened at places like these.

"I... I wanna go," she said, meekly tugging his arm. "I'll be good," Jessica declared, her words slurred by the alcohol. He smiled at her. It wasn't the nice smile. It was the one that scared her. The one that seemed to mean he was about to take away something else from her.

"Oh, don't worry, my drunk little cunt," he said. "You're gonna be very, very good," he told Jessica as he led her down the hallway. As they approached the middle, he started checking open booths for something. Jessica just held on to his arm for stability and comfort as she saw a group of men watching her from the end of the hallway. It was like they were waiting for something. She felt him tug her arm and looked away from the men as he led her into a booth. It stank of stale cigarettes, and when she saw the mess on the floor, she realized what the smell that was everywhere was. It was cum. Sour smelling cum. The booth was tiny, with both of them there, but he pressed himself into the corner and started inserting money into the TV built into the wall. Porn flicked on, and he changed channels until he found the one she guessed he wanted. On it, a guy was slapping a crying girl. Jessica understood that he had a type.

"Jess, do be a good girl and clean up that mess on the floor," he said, pointing to the cum. She frowned at it, then saw a roll of paper towels sitting on a stool. However, he slapped her hand hard when she reached for it. The pain was sharp, and she pulled her hand to her chest and rubbed it.

"Hey... what?" she said, looking at him confused. He made the scary smile again at her.

"Use your dress to wipe it up. Take it off."

"But...," she started to say, then his look grew dark. Instead of finishing her sentence, Jessica pulled her dress off, leaving her naked except for the "Good Girl" plug in her ass and her heels, and knelt down. She didn't know why she was crying. Jessica knew she should have expected this. Deep down, she knew he didn't give a damn about her. But when she knelt awkwardly and wiped up the cum with her new dress, she saw the smile she craved. The happy one.

"Good girl," he said, and she blushed. It was so fucking stupid how those words made her feel, but god, did she want them. She finished cleaning up, and as she got ready to stand back up, she saw it. A circular hole. A circular hole with a man staring at her naked body as she wiped up cum from the floor. Jessica froze as the man in the other booth stood up, unzipped, and shoved his cock through the hole. It was just inches from her face.

"Go ahead, Jessica, be a good girl," he told her as he pulled out his camera. As the light turned on, she knew he planned to record it. "Don't keep him waiting. What do you think we are here for?" he told her as he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her towards the cock. Jessica closed her eyes tightly, then gave up. She knelt down and winced at the dirty cock. Then she opened her mouth, holding the stranger's cock, as she went down on him. He tasted dirty. Not like he'd been in someone's ass, not like her panties had tasted. No, they tasted like he hadn't showered in a week. Like he never cleaned his junk. Jessica closed her eyes tighter as he filmed her sucking off the stranger, the phone's light illuminating her face. She tried to put it out of her mind, and in her stupor, it was easy. Jessica had been drunk before. She'd sucked cock while drunk more times than she cared to count. This was no different.

She settled into a rhythm, bobbing up and down, swirling her tongue around the strange man's cock, her right hand holding the shaft, slowly pumping as her head moved faster and faster. It was no longer a strange man's cock. It was the hated one. And she sucked furiously, as she had learned to do when she wanted it over quickly. She felt the thin wall shake as the stranger on the other side pressed against it, thrusting again and again against her mouth. She felt his hand in her hair, shoving her head against the stranger's cock. The unknown man was too small to hit her throat, but he came close, tickling it, lightly gagging her. Then the cock shoved as deep as it could and spurted, right down her throat, coating it with cum. She didn't know who he was. She never would. Part of her hated that. Part of her loved it.

"Open that whore mouth and show me," she was told. Jessica did, opening her mouth. Her stomach gurgled a bit, though whether from the alcohol or the cum, she wasn't sure. She hiccupped and laughed; when he laughed with her, she felt prettier for some reason. Then he pointed to the opposite side of the booth, where another cock was waiting. She waddled on her knees to it and started sucking. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the cocks. She sure didn't. She didn't want to either. She let her mind fade away, let the alcohol do its job, as she mechanically, but without reservation, started sucking the cock there. The stranger on this side had a thinner cock, but a longer one. When her face was again pushed right against the wood, she let him as the random cock rammed against her throat through it. He held her head as the unknown man fucked her mouth, gagging on it. She felt his fingers touch her ass, her cunt, as he started fingering her slick hole. Between both of them, she started rocking. No thoughts ran through her mind anymore. She just gobbled the cock and got finger fucked. It felt natural. It felt right.

Before long, the cock jabbing her mouth sped up, then suddenly it was gone. Jessica drunkenly stared at the glory hole, panting from the three fingers pumping in her. She didn't know why the stranger was jerking himself off instead of cumming in her. Some dim part of her brain was almost insulted as Jessica felt rejected. Then the stranger shoved the tip against the opening, but before she could take him in her mouth again, he exploded on her. Warm, thick cum pasted her face and her chest, much of it splattering on her ruined dress on the floor, collecting more cum. When she started to wipe off her face, he slapped the back of her head hard, making her wince.

"Leave it. Wear that with pride, cunt," Mr. Jenkins told her, and she nodded. He tugged her over to the other side, where another cock waited for her. She started on it as she was fingered roughly. She didn't feel human. Part of her never wanted to feel human again. It was so easy to let go. Just accept it. And it felt so good. His fingers danced both inside and out, teasing her clit and her gspot. She bucked against them as she kept draining cocks. Each load made her belly more full, made her a bit more nauseous, and made her a bit more sober. Each load emptied on her face made her feel that much less human. She was just a beast. An animal. And it felt good. She wished he had gotten her drunker, she thought, as two cocks became four. When four became eight, she wished he had obliterated her mind. Women screamed on the screen. He made sure it was always something abusive. Women being hit, slapped, choked, sobbing. Broken. Ruined. Just like her. She had hoped she'd escaped her past and started a new life, but Jessica knew she never would now. She should have dispaired at that thought, but it only made her wilder. Jessica choked herself harder on the random cocks. When he slapped her, she begged for more. Jessica mashed her nose against the wall, smashing her face against it in a desperate attempt to choke even more. She was dizzy, either from lack of air or drinking, but she never wanted it to stop.

At some point, the eight had become fourteen or maybe fifteen. Jess had long stopped counting. Her stomach roiled. Cum dripped from her coated face and body. She'd swallowed more cum than she had ever thought possible. She panted, weaving when he stood her up. Jessica desperately wanted him to kiss her, but he almost looked disgusted at her cream-drenched face. Her legs were nearly numb, and her knees burned. She was glad it was finally over, though. She was exhausted, her throat hurt, and was so raw she wasn't even sure if she could talk. He gave her a hug from the side, avoiding the fluids on her face and chest, and she started bawling for some reason. The contact felt so reassuring. She felt his hand snake down to her ass, massaging it, before gripping the plug and slowly pulling it out. She tensed and grunted, and once he popped it out, he presented it to her like a pacifier. She took it in her mouth, sucking it as her eyes searched his for approval.

"That's such a good girl," he said, making her smile around the dirty plug in her mouth. "We're almost done here," he told her as he picked up her tiny purse, rummaging through it until he pulled out a condom and some lube. He squirted it on his finger, then returned to her ass, pressing his finger inside her, coating her asshole with it. She was happy to be lubed again before he pushed the plug back inside her. She didn't know what the condom was for until he pointed to the large, black cock being waved at her. He put the condom in her hand, and she shrugged, opening it and slowly working it on the black man's cock. It was easily the thickest she'd seen tonight and possibly the longest. She didn't understand why he wanted her to suck that cock with a condom on, though. It wasn't until he kept her from kneeling and instead turned her around that she finally understood.

"Mppghhhh," Jessica exclaimed around the anal plug in her mouth. But he only shushed her as he pulled the stool before her, then adjusted her body. She let him, scared, both of what he would do if she said no, but also of the cock that was about to use her. He had her bend her knees as she leaned against the stool while he pushed her back. She felt the cock hit her taint, pressing as it searched for her holes. When it slid against her lips, she relaxed a bit until he pushed her hips further down. When the next thrust happened, it didn't miss its target. The black cock thrust hard, and if Mr. Jenkins hadn't been in the booth holding her hips, she would have pulled away in pain. Instead, she screamed around the steel toy in her mouth as the thick cock was slowly fucked further and deeper into her ass. He pushed her back against it until her ass was flush against the glory hole as a strange black man raped her ass. Everything until this moment, she'd at least enjoyed, but this felt like her insides were being torn apart. And then, he knelt beside her and started fingering her cunt again while the stranger reamed her ass. She sobbed, but her legs parted wider of their own accord as her breathing got more and more ragged. Despite the brutal pain she was in, she found herself pushing back more and more.

"That's it, cum while some fucking stranger rapes your whore ass," he told her as he fingered roughly. She was in pain, almost hysterical, as she sucked on the metal pacifier. At the same time, she pinched her nipples and ground against the fingers and cock invading her holes. She'd never felt such deep, intense pain, and part of her suddenly wished it tore her up forever. When that thought ran through her mind, her body convulsed and shuddered. Her tensing set off the strange cock deep in her bowels, and while it didn't coat her guts, she felt it twitch inside her. Jessica squirted on the floor and almost collapsed. The man in the other booth stayed in her ass for a minute, then slowly pulled out. When he did, she was pushed to the ground. She reached through the hole, and the stranger let her pull the condom off his cock. As she pulled her hand back, they knelt to watch her. The camera was on again, recording her as she dumped the cum in her mouth before tossing the condom in the trash. He smiled down at her, pulled her up, then removed the plug in her mouth. In one rough shove, he plugged her battered ass again and spit on her face.

"Good girl," he told her, handing her the ruined dress. He refused to let clean up her face, so she put it on. The cold cum spots clung to her skin, and she knew she looked like the cheapest whore on the planet. Several men took pictures as they left the building, leering at her. She had trouble walking to the car, and when she sat down, it was the last thing she remembered from the night.

She woke early the following day, somehow in bed. Her gut rumbled, and she ran for the toilet. She barely made it as she started puking violently. It felt like the entire contents of her stomach were forcing themselves out. A red light blinked as an unknown number of people watched her vomit up copious amounts of cum. She didn't know; she wouldn't have cared if she had. She stared at the toilet's contents, then weaved back to bed, crying, before taking out the Hitachi. In the dark, watched by her audience, she sobbed and came to the memory of everything she had done that night. She knew it was only getting more extreme. He was getting worse. And that thought only made her cum harder.