“Sorry Troy Troy.” Ashby says, her gaze now penetrating directly in to your eyes. “You know the rules.” You couldn’t make a break for it if you tried. The party is full of girls, all of them want to see you go into Ashby’s stomach. Heck, most of them didn’t even care about the game, they just came to support their friend in what promised to be a very memorable voring.

“Can’t we talk about this?” You ask, as Ashby closes in. “Work out something else?”

“Like what?” Ashby asks, actually seeming open to the possibility. “I’m pretty hungry, so I’m not thinking that anything else will do.” You pause to think, but eventually, you just spew out desperate thoughts.

“I’ll wash your car, I’ll do your laundry, I’ll scrub your bathroom, anything, just please, anything else.” You actually clasp your hands together in a begging motion. Ashby puts a thoughtful finger to her lips.

“Conference, girls.” She says, as she calls some of her closest girl friends around her and they huddle up and begin to whisper, thinking of an alternate punishment for you. The conference only lasts about a minute, but it seems like an eternity when your life hangs in the balance.

“Okay, Troy” Dee says, coming out of the huddle as the spokesperson, Ashby standing at her side. “We’ve decided that you have two choices.” You anxiously await them.

“Your choices are door number one…” Dee says, pointing to Ashby’s mouth which she opens nice and wide, “…or if you want to, you can take door number two!” At this point, Ashby turns around and sticks out her buttocks towards your face. Dee points quite clearly to Ashby’s behind, presenting you with your second option: a more humiliating anal vore.

“That’s not a choice!” you exclaim.

“If you wanted to choose,” Ashby says, “maybe you should have chosen a team that doesn’t suck so much. You make crappy choices and you get crappy choices.”

“And this is going to be a REALLY crappy choice!” one of the girls jokes.

Ashby now moves forwards and straddles you on the couch, the crotch of her jeans pressing down on the crotch of yours, causing a shameful tightening. Now it’s going to look like you enjoy this.

“What’s it going to be?”