This is a continuation of a story. It will make more sense if you read the first three chapters. Enjoy...
The night before, I'd drifted off to sleep in my desk chair, masturbating while watching the video and spirals that had ended the last Gurls survey. Since the first one, I'd changed and kept moving deeper into depravity. I had woken briefly, sore from sleeping in the chair. Even half-awake my thoughts were centered around my constant need. I had remembered my vibrator was dead and made sure it was plugged in before I stumbled to my bed and dropped back into dream filled sleep. Every dream was frustrating. I'd have sex but be denied orgasm. I'd be degraded, which turned me on, and then not get to cum.
Finally, my phone woke me. It was work. I was late. I was too ashamed to answer. I had never called back yesterday, to give them an update on my 'broken down car.' That was the excuse I'd given for not showing up for work when actually shopping for slutty clothes and sex toys. I couldn't believe how quickly my life had descended. At this rate, I was going to lose my job. However, what mattered to me was my desperation to be fucked. I heard myself groan in need.
I walked towards my kitchen for coffee, not remembering to dress. After microwaving some old coffee, I sat down in front of the computer. The video had stopped. I could still remember the words and images from last night's survey. I didn't know how long I'd be able to go without fingering myself. The video had been replaced with a prompt from Gurls. "Good gurl." I felt my pussy gush reading the prompt. It included instructions to check my email. I immediately obeyed. The email said the next survey would need to be completed in person at the mall. I felt excitement and dread. I didn't think I was strong enough to resist and was frightened and ashamed of what I was becoming. At the same time, I hoped I would go there and be fucked by one of the cute guys who did the surveys. I started masturbating again unable to stop myself.
Feeling compelled to take it further, I turned towards my open windows and rubbed frantically while spreading my legs wide. The idea someone might be watching excited me, but I only got a single weak climax and after that I couldn't even cum. Over the last few days, each time I reached a new low, I'd have an amazing orgasm. Then the same thing would not even make me cum. It was so hard to find satisfaction now and I needed it so badly. I knew I would have to go to the mall. I told myself maybe instead of being made into a sex toy, I would confront them with what they had done to me.
With that lie breaking the last of my resistance, I managed to drag my fingers from my dripping pussy and got dressed in my new mini skirt and halter top. I didn't bother with any underwear or bra. It felt strange to dress sluttily, but I couldn't stand to wear my normal conservative clothes. I threw my vibrator in my purse. I also grabbed some lube and slowly worked the butt plug in. I'd never done anything like that and was surprised at how uncomfortable it was at first and then how quickly it felt like it belonged there.