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Chicken Out Two: Chapter nineteen!
🕑 Added 2024-05-06 22:12:16 +0000 UTCPrevious chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/chicken-out-two-102698921?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
Clearly upset at the poor result of her throw, Camila was more infuriated with the consequences than the number itself. A red. A fucking red tile. If there was one thing she was happy with as it was, it was her mind. Her strong, confident mind. Having seen it's effects a couple of times already, she wouldn't have minded getting a similar treatment to Sabrina, or Troy as it now stood.
"This was the ..mental one, right?"
There was a definite touch of uncertainty in her voice, an uncharacteristic tremble for the usually feisty and assured Latina.
Although she welcomed the change cards more than most, she didn't like the idea of having her head tampered with, specially after seeing how it'd affected the others.
"Yup. That's the one.. I'd much rather have THAT than THIS honestly."
While her voice had undergone a change of it's own, being a couple of octaves higher, and ever so slightly more nasal, Sabrina's rant wasn't meant to reassure her BFF, she just wanted to vent. Still, knowing that certain things were worse than the mental cards helped Camila recollect herself. Sure, mental changes were scary, but judging from how the others were acting, they were only ever scary before you actually got them, they then seemed to feel like second nature.
Like jumping into a pool from someplace high, the only way to get it over with was to jump right into it. Picking up her first red card of the game, Camila's heart pounded, her hands trembled ever so slightly as little pearls of sweat began forming just at her brow. Putting on an act of confidence, she steadily read the card's content, trying her best to interpret it as she went.
Where something gains, something must yield
So many contrasting personalities, what an uneven playing field.
We're all for symmetry here, let's do something eminent.
Playing this game comes at a cost, and for now that's your temperament.
Do you continue or chicken out?
"Any ideas? I haven't got a clue.."
Perhaps those English classes spent goofing around would've helped if she'd cared to apply herself. Interpreting "The Raven", what use is there in that?? Once more, Camila fell victim to the consequences of her own carelessness. If only she would've had the tools to unravel the mysteries of the card. Alas, she didn't. And no help seemed to be offered. She gave a final, almost pleading look to Troy, half expecting him to chime with with an "Um, actually" comment. But there was nothing. No helpful remarks, not even an attempt. Did his personality sudden get a lot more competitive as well as dominant? It would certainly make sense that he'd keep his mouth shut if he wanted to be the alpha, especially considering the fact that the personality most likely to clash with him was Camila herself.
"Ugh~ Why does this game have to be so damn cryptic!? Guess I'll just continue.."
If not for everyone's eyes being plastered on the Latina for any hint as to what she was undergoing, Troy's slight grin definitely would've raised some eyebrows. Clearly, he believed he had a decent idea as to what Camila's card would do, following her closely for any indicators that he was right.
Unlike Sabrina and Troy, the change wasn't one she'd gladly display. On the contrary, the usually fiery girl shrank into herself ever so slightly, not something you'd noticed unless you were specifically looking for it, which was precisely Troy's ploy.
"I think you should come with me for a moment Camila, to understand the extent of your change."
There was something about his tone, it was almost sinister. Very uncharacteristic for his usual self. Then again, Troy was basically as far from his old self as he could be, demanding respect and authority of everyone he encountered. Usually, Camila would've laughed in his face at such a request, or in this case, demand. However, this time around she simply nodded her head and followed him out into the hallway and out of sight from the others, head held ever so slightly down.
"So the thing made you super submissive, right? That's what I got out of the card, anyway."
Troy spoke over his shoulder to Camila while making sure the bathroom door was in fact locked.
"I don't know, what do you think?"
Her voice was uncertain, seemingly afraid of giving her actual opinion when Troy was there to do it for her.
"I think you should get down on your knees and blow me."
Par of her knew there should've been an internal conflict going on. Even an external confrontation with the boy, no, man in front of her. But there was none of that. Just an overwhelming desire to obey. To let her decisions be guided by the well of a stronger, more dominant person. As she's slowly lowering her body towards the floor, Troy generously offers her a towel to rest her knees on, probably with the intention of using it for cleanup afterwards, depending on how things go.
"I expected submissive, but for you to not even protest it a little bit is a surprise for sure. Now I almost feel bad."
The pain and suffering he'd endured thanks to the woman who's lips were now wrapped tightly around his member wasn't something one could just whisk away. Or perhaps the game could. Either way, the old Troy had learned to cope with it and see the silver lining, considering himself a larger person for having endured. This "new" Troy did however not share that same perspective. It was now a question of social standing rather than having endured. She had wronged him, alongside a heap of others, and should suffer the consequences. If he didn't make examples of people stepping on him, how could he ever hope to be respected?
While it was clear that Camila had done it before, she also struggled with the sheer length of Troy's cock. He'd already admired it himself earlier in the game during his little excursion. Now, both of them could appreciate it, together. New ideas for how he could exploit her submissive side sexually brewed in his mind as Camila's soft lips worked their way up and down his shaft, making little to no attempt to mask the sounds of her mouth slobbering all over it. Had any of the other players passed by the bathroom at any point, there was no way they wouldn't have heard and understood exactly what was playing out on the other side of that ,crucially, locked door.
Her skill was undeniable. Nevertheless, Camila constantly looked up at Troy, looking for any indication of approval -Approval that she was in fact doing a good job. Between his occasional muffled moans and grunts, Troy gave her exactly the validation she yearned for from the newly, self-appointed, alpha.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group were left confounded as they had no idea what Troy and Camila were up to. Having provided helpful gestures and interpretations across the game already, the most common conclusions was that he was aiding her in figuring out the nature of her change.
"So are they coming back anytime soon or? I could just start if you guys don't mind.."
Not one to be patient anyway, the fact that Troy and Camila left without stating how long they'd be gone for made the wait all the more excruciating. Rolling was scary, but the anticipation was that much worse, hence Sam's eagerness to continue without the pair.
