“Hey hey, I was just saying that out of consideration for you, Nami!” Tyler protested. “I don’t want you to think I’m holding back on you or nothing.”
Nami tried to fist herself, finding the angle unfortunately awkward. “I… I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose on you, if you thought that… I… I want your cock, Tyler…”
Zoe swallowed hard. This was bad. She was so turned on listening to her two friends’ banter. She looked across the room at her bedside table and saw her birth control, being overcome by a wave of desire to flush it down the toilet. The only thing stopping her was knowing that if she got up to do it, she’d have to stop masturbating. She looked back and forth a few times, before deciding she was thinking too much. She threw her head back and moaned, trying to keep her head empty like a dumb slut would.
“But first, you should breed Zoe,” Nami continued. “And I… I want to watch. She’s such a submissive dumb bitch for me, and I want to watch her submit to you.”
“Damn, both of you are into that stuff, huh?” Tyler replied in shock, stroking himself faster. “I can’t believe I’m the vanilla one here.”
Nami was emboldened by his words, and chuckled a few times in nervousness before continuing, her eyes closing, on the verge of an orgasm. “What, you’re not turned on that she keeps begging to be raped? How can that make you not want to take her and use her like the dumb sex toy she is? If I had a huge, delicious cock like yours I’d – ah! Ah! Ah! – I’d… Ahhhh!” She came right there on the spot, watching Tyler’s cock with interest.
Tyler came almost immediately after, shooting spurt after spurt into the air, onto his stomach, and the last little bit oozing out of his cock. “Holy shit,” he moaned, playing with his cum.
It took Zoe about ten more minutes to climax, but the other two were happy to acquiesce and egg her on. Zoe thought that in “post-nut clarity” the two would backpeddle and clarify to each other that they didn’t actually want to fuck, but no, they played up their fantasies with one another, half to urge Zoe to cum, and half because… dear god, it was clear now that they were through the looking glass. They wanted to fuck. Nami Smith and Tyler Massamba wanted to fuck. The world had gone mad.
***
Zoe had to admit, she was impressed. She went back to the mall less than twenty-four hours after that Zoom call, being weak, and she found the entrance was welded shut.
It turned out Nami had no such internet troubles. She lied. She just used what resources she had (what with her dad being a plumber) and used the call as a way to know for sure her friends wouldn’t be inside when she did it. Zoe, of course, felt a pang of disappointment and withdrawal at the realization she couldn’t get into the mall, but quickly after, felt the joy of freedom through restriction. She was robbed of the chance to even go inside the mall. This fixed everything. Realizing she couldn’t change her fate any more than she could before going into the mall, Zoe practically happily skipped back to her bike, miserable yet elated.
Tyler, less sure that anything needed to be fixed, was less elated, and another, much less fun Zoom call ensued. There was yelling, blame, anger, and a hilariously teenage ultimatum from Tyler that he would never fuck Nami.
Outside of their specific situation, that ultimatum would seem laughable, but with their hormones, the result of the threat was instantaneous. Nami was crying and begging, and Zoe was furiously telling Tyler how unfair that was of him. After Tyler hung up, Zoe promised to bike immediately to Nami’s house. She tried to satisfy Nami in her own way, and it definitely worked to some extent, even though there were tears involved, and sadly to Zoe, they weren’t her tears in some elaborate rape-scene or something.
Apart from seeing him in math class, the two didn’t see Tyler for a few weeks. Zoe figured he needed to let out some steam, especially after being deprived of the mall, and let him have his space. The two hung out by themselves, enjoying their own lesbian passion, although Zoe desperately missed Tyler’s huge cock filling her ass. More than once she begged for Nami to do something with her ass, earning a firm “no” every time, which was fair enough. They also considered buying a strap-on, before realizing that money and “how would we buy it without getting ‘carded’” were both hurdles.
Eventually, as the weeks passed, the oddest thing started to happen – Tyler was getting weirdly popular. At first, Zoe noticed it once or twice – more people were talking to Tyler than usual, and he was getting more and more appreciation from his peers. She wanted to ask him about it, but from the way they’d occasionally exchange glances in class, it was clear he was still pissed at her, even if she never welded the mall door shut herself.
As much as she hated school gossip, she realized that there was no way she was going to figure out what had happened unless she asked around. She wasn’t normally curious about this kind of thing, but up until recently, Tyler spent all his time with just her and Nami, without ever needing anything for them – it actually kind of really hurt that he was not only able to effortlessly replace them but that as a result of doing so, he had worked his way up the high school food chain, also effortlessly. So, dreading the realization, Zoe texted one of her better-connected exes and asked him to ask around, citing Tyler and her having a fight about her exes and thus it being his fault.
It was clearly a lie, but her ex was boring and too eager to please, which just meant easily manipulated. Hook, line, and sinker. Within a few days her ex came back to her with a full report about Tyler – it turned out he had made fast friends with a few of the popular kids, and introduced them to a secret hideout.
A pit formed in Zoe’s stomach when she read ‘secret hideout.’ For Tyler’s sake, if that ‘secret hideout’ was what she thought it was… Even long after their last visit, Nami and Zoe’s hormone levels never returned to normal. Tyler wouldn’t be so incredibly stupid as to find another way in and introduce others, right?
Zoe made a beeline for Nami’s class once she read the text and texted for her to come out, asking her to lie about needing the washroom.
She was lucky to see Nami come out. What with her ‘washroom’ habits in other classes, she wasn’t sure if the teacher would let her out for the fifth time or whatever.
“What’s wrong, Zoe? You look scared,” Nami mumbled.
“We’re going to the mall. After school. Be ready.”
***
“No, no, no, no, no…” Zoe groaned in morbid desperation. The door had been forced open. Perhaps even blown open. Whatever Tyler had done, it had worked, and it was clear he had definitely made good use of the mall ever since.
“Maybe he was weak and didn’t tell us for our own good, so that we wouldn’t go to the mall…” Nami said, trying to be helpful, in a weak voice. “Maybe he’s still in there now. If we go in, we could probably confront him or-”
“Don’t you dare,” Zoe barked, feeling her own resolve weakening. Her pussy practically wept at the realization she could go back in the mall. She saw the look in Nami’s eyes and walked up to the doorway, blocking it with her body, as she called up her ex. “I’m putting this on speakerphone. Don’t you dare talk.”