Chase Daniels was excited about her date. Excited but nervous. She wasn't sure what to expect after everything that had happened recently... after all the rumors about her began to spread around school.
Seven weeks ago, the 18-year-old popular and beloved senior somehow became the school slut. She had no idea how it started and who started it, but suddenly the whole school seemed convinced that she sucked and fucked countless guys, that she gave blowjobs to anyone who asked, and that she would spread her legs for anyone with a cock.
It started just as talk—whispers in the hallways that eventually turned into taunts and jeers. The usual hellos, friendly greetings, and smiles became disembodied voices calling "slut" and "whore," lustful looks and disgusted sneers. At first she thought it was her imagination, she thought that there was no way they were talking about her. But as time went on, she couldn't deny it.
Then came the writing on the bathroom stalls and walls: Chase Swallows, Chase Fucks for Free, Chase Wants Cock in Her Throat, and the class favorite, Chase D Loves the D. Things escalated even more when a picture of her in her bra and panties that she had Snapchatted to her summer boyfriend almost a year ago was somehow found, copied, and pasted all over school. She had only sent it to him and him alone, and he lived in another state. But someone had found it, and everyone saw it, and it only served to confirm that the rumors about her were all true.
That she was a huge slut that lived for cock.
Chase denied all of it, of course, and her friends on the cheer squad stuck by her and told her that they were also telling everyone that it was all lies. The truth was that Chase had only ever slept with two guys before. One a few years ago, and he had moved away, and the other was a boy she spent the summer with at camp, the one she had sent the picture to because he was so sweet and nice. But all her denying, and even her friends assurance that they were also denying everything, did nothing to stop it.
Chase would go out on dates with guys but they all immediately expected her to either suck them off or fuck them. As the weeks went on, she got more and more depressed, more and more convinced that this was all she was ever going to be seen as.
The worst moment was when she found out about the website.
She was sitting at home dutifully doing her homework at her desk when someone e-mailed her a link. When she clicked on it, it directed her to a page filled with photoshopped images of her having sex and covered in cum. Chase was stunned. There were tons of comments calling her a slut and whore, describing how much she enjoyed having a cock rammed into her, asking how many cocks she'd be able to take, how she deserved everything that was happening to her because she was such a useless bitch that just pretended all this time to be sweet and innocent. There was even a comment about how she once fucked six guys at a party: taking one in her pussy, one in her ass, one in each hand, and two in her mouth. It wasn't true—it had never happened—but everyone in the comments agreed it probably did.
Fifteen minutes after she went through the site, it was gone. She was sure that it was just moved, but someone wanted her to know it existed, that it probably still existed, and on it, people were saying what they really thought about her.
That night, Chase had thought about ending it, about finally stopping the pain the only way she knew how. It had been weeks of it already, and she couldn't take it anymore. She had called her best friend Amanda and talked to her about how depressed she was, about how she felt it would never end. She didn't say the words, but Chase knew her best friend understood what she was thinking about doing. Thankfully, her friend talked her out of it, told her it would be alright, that the other girls were there for her, and that it wouldn't last forever.
They were right.
For two weeks, things had finally calmed down. She was able to walk down the halls without hearing terrible things whispered in her direction. The writings in the bathroom even disappeared. Things were somewhat normal again, and then, three days ago, someone asked her out: Danny Billings, a tall, good-looking guy in her English class. She had originally not wanted to go, but her friends all convinced her she should. They were so persistent, and really, they were just looking out for her, so she finally said yes, hoping for a nice date at long last.
Now, the day had finally come. She had decided to keep her honey brown locks in their loose and natural style, cascades of waves framing her beautiful face, and she had put on her cutest outfit. She was excited, glad to have all the crazy events behind her, and when Danny pulled up and she hopped into the car, she was all smiles.
But when he drove them to the park and pulled over in a secluded area, her heart began to sink.
Without saying a word, Danny smiled at her, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. Staring at his dick, hard and big in anticipation, something broke inside of her. At that moment, it all became too much: all the struggling, all the fighting. For weeks and weeks she had put up with it and it had finally seemed like it was over, that it was all just a strange, unreal period of time that was all finally behind her. Having Danny—someone that always treated her so nicely—drive her out here and immediately whip out his cock... whatever resistance she had crumbled away... and Chase opened her mouth and lowered her face into his lap.
"Yesssss," Danny hissed as Chase's hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock. "I knew it." Chase bobbed up and down, forcing more and more of his hard cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. With every plunge, with every gag from the tip of it forcing itself into her throat, a piece of her died—a piece of the girl that fought against all of the things everyone was saying about her disappeared. "I knew you were nothing but a worthless, cocksucking whore." He began to thrust himself up as she shoved her head down, faster and faster, fucking her face. "This is all your good for. This is all you're fucking good for."
He continued to thrust his dick into her mouth, forcing it deep into her throat. He called her worse and worse names: cockslut, cumrag, Fuckface Chase. Every passing moment, every bob of her head onto his cock, Chase further accepted that he was right, that this was all she would ever be good for, that this was all anyone would ever see her as: holes that needed to be filled with cock, that wanted and deserved to be filled with cock. All of the work she put into school, all the extracurricular activates, how sweet she acted, how nice she treated everyone, none of it mattered. It was all pointless. She was nothing but a worthless whore only good for serving as many dicks as possible.
"They knew that you'd eventually give in you fucking bitch. They. Fucking. Knew." His cock filled her mouth, stretching her perfectly pouty lips, every word punctuated by a deep thrust into her face. "God, Chase. You're such a fuckrag. You were made for this. You were fucking made for cock."
She was. She knew she was. She was nothing but a worthless whore. She finally, finally accepted it. After all the taunts, after all she read about herself, the fact there was a website full of people saying how much a slut she was, that she was here fucking her face onto a guy's cock, minutes after they left her house, she accepted she would never amount to nothing more than a receptacle for men's cum.
Danny pulled back Chase's hair the second she came to this realization, and that exact moment, the light went out in Chase's eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek.
