O Cosmos, As Chegadas, Livro 1, Capítulo 16, Seção 7, Beka & Elle são as últimas Cosmos a Chegar: Beka & Elle Beka Novatos Chegam & Titter Robyn’s Cam, (Dia 10) Beka & Elle: Novata Elle: Passa uma Noite Assustadora na Cãoce Beka & Elle Elle não espera passar a noite na Cãoce. Ela certamente não fez nada para exigir esse nível de sacrifício, e alguns Gamers discordam dessa zombaria. Alguns argumentam que a Cãoce deveria ser um lugar reservado para os que chegaram tarde, não tocaram o Sino ou algum outro ato digno de expição. E não é justo exigir que um espírito livre novato seja disciplinado pelas descuidos de sua Colega de Quarto. Mas justo ou não, Elle entende. {Beka é a que está sendo disciplinada, e eu sou apenas o recipiente. Então, devo submeter-me a esse tormento. Posso sair, mas se o fizer, eu teria falhado. E abandonado Beka.} Elle tem espaço suficiente para se deitar, mesmo de lado, e quase se arrastar, mas ela tem que se contorcer no chão. Ela apenas consegue rolar para a sua frente. O chão de terra está cavado abaixo da Terra de Volta, parte dela barrenta, e cheira a sujeira e urina dentro. Elle se preocupa com suas alergias e se arrepende de ter marcado “nenhum” no Formulário de Inscrição. E assim, à medida que a noite avança, Elle fica mais assustada à medida que a escuridão do lado de fora torna a escuridão do lado de dentro ainda mais escura. Logo, Elle descobre que não consegue mais ver suas próprias mãos e corpo, nem o chão de terra, teto e quatro paredes da Cãoce. Ela resiste ao impulso de gritar e permite que sua inteligência prevaleça. {Posso fazer isso,} Elle resigna-se com determinação. {Não preciso entrar em pânico. Tudo isso está muito sob controle. Estou passando a noite aqui. Está quente o suficiente. A sujeira e lama na minha cara e barriga e pernas nuas… bem, vou ficar suja por um pouco. É apertado, é rasposo, mas como tudo isso faz parte do Jogo, está tudo bem.}<\/p>"

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 14, Section 4, Molly & Steph: The Drawing Class & Medical Exam, (Day 10), Molly & Steph: Roommate Competition | Cooperation

The van travels along a new route. Steph again sits on the metal floor, except with panties worn through her crotch. And Molly sits totally naked, legs also apart. More apart than during the Figure Drawing class.

Molly might be most naked, but Steph complains first. “I hate it when Gamers get to look for free,” she contemplates, “or get to download my titter and vagflash shots without shelling out for them.”

“You resent being conditioned so that your titter and upskirt exposures arouses you,” Molly consoles. “And that now Babs determines your pace of arousal...”

A series of bumps make Molly’s mams flop around.

Steph waggles her finger at Molly. “Listen, you fat hairy maduro. We might both be Cosmos Pledge at the moment, but don’t you think we’re equals! Because flashing my smoo is less exposed than showing off your slimy mutton all the time. And now that I have panties, I’m not even flashing my smoo anymore. Besides,” Steph threatens the former Stripper, “I know that you already know how to open up that meatlocker of yours, bury your finger, dig out your muscovado, and eat yourself.”

Molly shrugs, unable to argue with a true statement. “Yeah. Well. Okay Steph, I’ll do whatever you want, Steph, anything to ensure your promotion.”

“And your demise!” Steph snaps, as the van crosses railroad tracks and the bumps bruise both behinds.

Molly curts her head. “Sure. Yes. Just let me stay naked now.”

Steph collects the given authority. “I’ve seen you perform. I’ve seen your videos. I’ve watched you play with yourself. C’mon, you mollisher, chant for me!”

And Molly obliges, “Please let me pullaside, pink, and finger my holes. Titty titty. Clitty clitty. Hole mouth.”

Steph pokes a finger toward Molly. “You are a displaced undesirable. You’ve accidentally risen from the bowels of the Game, and await....” Await what? Steph knows. “Await a ‘return to sender.’ So do it. Beg to Pledge naked and go Strip next Term!”

Molly clasps her hands to her head and begs her Roommate, “I’m trying, Steph! I kept begging Babs to let me give you my panties. And now you got them.”

Steph blinks. She appreciates that she wears Molly’s panties. She casts her eyes around the inside of the van. No Watering Can.

Molly insists, “Steph, I don’t need panties to go back to the Nugget; I can go back naked. Please keep them. It doesn’t matter to me whether you keep them or give them back to me.”

“It should matter to you that it matters to me,” Steph asserts. “I need them to Opt Monitor next Term.”

Molly nods her head and continues to beg. “Steph, I know all the Hand Signs, and if you want to sign me to pink, cream, and diddle my mooe I will obey you. For anybody anywhere anytime.”

Steph finds Molly’s over-assertions annoying but comforting. “Maybe Boss Bitch doesn’t know all the Hand Signs you do. You’re a lot more down and dirty than she is. You’re practiced in all the Stripper lore. You probably know the Sign to pull your mooe apart.”

Molly veers, “Maybe revealing intimate secrets hidden deep in my minge will really intimidate the newbies. I mean, I’ll make pink, wet, and ready anytime.”

Steph snaps her eyes to the side. She doesn’t speak, but she wonders to herself, Might Molly have ink or steel inside? She was a Stripper after all. Her and Kimju both.

Molly persists, “Listen, Steph, I’ve danced on the Strip. I’ve been there, done that, and I presume I will get to go back next Term. One piece or naked. I’ll do whatever it takes to get there.”

Steph closes her eyes.

Molly considers, then continues to plead to her Roommate, “I know you want a promotion and a return to Monitor status. Whether you deserve it or not.”

Molly’s conditional rankles Steph, but Steph doesn’t let it show. “You will enable me,” Steph explains, “to Monitor again, where my vibrancy and glamour shall be even more valued. You will do whatever I need you to do. And that may extend beyond just giving me panties.”

“I’ll do anything not against the Rules, Steph. Just please keep the panties.” Molly fears, “I don’t need germs.”

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 13, Section 5, Robyn & Kimju and Kimju & Molly: Hazing & Game (Day 9), Tiffany & Robyn: Pee-Cam Piss Mouth Feed Prefecture

Robyn heads down the hallway. She looks into the Bedroom and sees that the Desktop shows Tiffany live and that Tiffany’s two Garments hang on a back hook. She proceeds down the hallway to the entrance into the Bathroom.

There are no hiding places inside the Bathroom. Robyn rolls her toes on the raised curb that separates the Bathroom from the hall and prevents any slosh. Tiffany remains sequestered in the Bathroom. She rises to her feet, and Robyn looks in and ambles toward the entrance.

“You’re welcome to step in,” Tiffany offers.

Robyn takes a step back and looks Tiffany over. “You smell. What happened to you?”

What happened to me? I’m punished for not remembering everything I know. I’ve had to run through scratchy bushes and eat soap, and now I have to piss on myself.” It’s hard not to fess up to, since the smell is indicative and the tile floor has puddles.

“Piss in your Mouth,” Robyn clarifies. “I know your type. Media whore. Anything for attention. You got scratched up because you pretended you didn’t know Janet. And you ate soap because you didn’t tell BB about the Alumni Reprise. What this time?”

Tiffany bats her eyes. “Apparently Kimju and Molly recollect that Janet and I climaxed the Double Dong. And this makes Babs jealous.”

“Poor Boss Bitch when a Dong needs a buff bodacious banshee astride,” Robyn mocks, then projects, “I bet you and Janet made Piss Mouth together at the Nugget last Term.”

“Not quite,” Tiffany clarifies. “Janet poured the shots; I tossed them. Apparently Janet apparently told Babs only a part of the story.”

Robyn snorts, “Too bad. I’m sure the Bitch probably owes Janet, and she’d better hope Steph keeps her mouth shut.”

Tiffany advises, “You should speak respectfully of Boss Babe.”

Robyn curls her nose. “Boss Bitch perhaps. Look at me. What do you see that’s new? Shoulder straps. You told me my eyelets entitled me to them, so today I demanded BB give them to me, and she fessed right up.”

Tiffany charms, “You’re courageous!”

Robyn agrees, “Listen, Boss Bitch still has more tan lines than I do, but only one more. She used to lead me seven to four, counting my buttonhole. Now that I’ve got shoulder straps it’s seven to six. I’m gaining! And besides, I’m not making... what do you call it?”

Tiffany smiles. “Bling.”

“I like that.” Robyn smiles. “You’re okay sometimes. And it’s not like I didn’t know you were up here. You’re on the Screen in the Dining Room and on Babs’ Desktop, to say the least. I saw you to pull your tail trough wide apart and showcase the tattoo surrounding your tailpipe. You really are a tawdry triple torque.”

Naked Tiffany dances lightly on bare, albeit damp, feet. “Robyn my dear, the Cam stays on me all the time. It takes me from every angle.”

Tiffany turns to face the Cam, hovering behind her and transmitting the proceedings... or not. Tiffany speaks to the Cam as if she addresses Monitor Babs. “Ma’am, thank you for letting me perform on the Pee-Cam, Ma’am.” Tiffany wipes her mouth and crotch with opposite fists. “Ma’am, please watch me, Ma’am. Please push my feeds out, and not just to the Dining Room, Kitchen, Bunkroom, and your Desktop. Please broadcast my piss-soaked body out to the all the Houses at School. To the Nugget, the Spunk Pit, Flesh Ranch. To the entire Prefecture.”

Tiffany turns back to Robyn. “How about that, Pledge? Care to join me? I’m bringing Prefecture traffic to the Cosmos House. I’ll teach you how.”

Robyn angles her eyes. “You don’t have anything worth getting my feet wet for. Let alone tracking your pee into the Bunkroom. Tell me, Pledge, how come you don’t wash yourself?”

Tiffany raises an eyebrow. “I did at first, and I drank a whole lot of water. But then, no more running water. But I am cleaning up after myself, if you know what I mean.”

Robyn doesn’t quite know what Tiffany means. Robyn scans the Bathroom interior: a shower with no stall, a toilet, a bidet, a bathtub, and a floor drain. Robyn offers condolences. “Maybe Molly can visit and bring the Watering Can. Or maybe you can beg that all the drains get turned off.”

“You’re welcome to come in and use the facilities,” Tiffany says.

“I’m welcome to come in and piss in your mouth,” Robyn asserts.

“Ma’am, may it please you, Ma’am,” Tiffany uptakes

Robyn licks her lips. “No, thank you. You’ll just have to piss in your own mouth. Maybe now. Maybe forever.”

Tiffany retreats from the doorway. Who needs Robyn anyway?

Robyn hurls an insult. “You need to get back to Whoring, but until then Gamers shall still condition you to desire Slavesex, so you can get bondage fucked and climaxed. Full 24x7, not just during a daily Whore shift.”

Tiffany smiles. “Really? Robyn, never underestimate the power of ignorance. Sometimes what people don’t know allows Karma to ground.”

Robyn finds this statement confusing and “And sometimes it doesn’t. You’re still a cock-sucking, cunt-cocking, anal Whore. Except you’re not allowed sex here at the Cosmos House! You’re as chastised here as you would be in a Slavesex Dungeon somewhere.”

Tiffany sits back against one of the makeup stools, opens her tamtart, and points her peehole directly in Robyn’s direction. “Here’s what I am allowed to do. I’m allowed to lick your asshole. Suck your ridottos and rotor button, lap your runnel, and kiss you. Use my tongue even.” And she shoots a squirt of pee out. Short enough so the arc of it hangs in the air, all by itself.

Robyn recoils and backs away from the door. “Stay away from me. You’re a tamtart tinderbox thumper.”

And Robyn hears Tiffany laugh and call after her as she retreats down the hallway, “Right you are!”

O Cosmos, As Recém-Chegadas, Livro 1, Capítulo 10, Kimju & Molly: Stripperes Promovidas ao Juramento Topless, Dia 1, Seção 1, Kimju & Molly Começam o Juramento: Para Jurar Topless Um Switch entrevistou Kimju e Molly enquanto ambas ainda eram stripperes no Nugget no último Termo, depois que se candidataram a ingressar na Casa Cosmos. O Switch—um Gamer que aprecia tanto o sexo escravo quanto as castas superiores de Mestra do Jogo, mas cuja casta atual era desconhecida—declarou às duas: "Já participei do Desfile Gay Pride usando apenas uma coleira e uma tanguinha". Kimju, também conhecida como Kim, moveu levemente o pescoço com esse comentário; ela percebeu que realmente já tinha visto aquilo na televisão, nos jornais e em todo o vasto Prefeito. O Switch continuou: "Vocês fariam isso para entrar na Casa Cosmos?" Molly franziu os olhos pensativa. Ambas as Nuggets já tinham feito todas as coisas nuas: dançado topless, dançado completamente nuas e excitadas num bar de sucos, tirado fotos nuas e usado grandes brinquedos sexuais nas Câmeras. E é claro que toda striper faz a Câmera da Xixi. Ainda assim, desfilar pela Quinta Avenida seminuas numa tanguinha representaria um espaço social muito maior, um público bem mais amplo, mais presente e vivo, portanto um risco consideravelmente maior. Elas fariam isso? Kimju e Molly trocaram olhares e responderam juntas: "Sim." E tomaram o único caminho ascendente disponível. Assim, o Switch permitiu que elas jurassem topless. Kimju usa uma tanga laranja de tecido elástico, também chamada de thong ou T-back; Molly veste calcinhas vermelhas desbotadas, de algodão lavadas muitas vezes. Os Gamers poderão observá-las brevemente, mas a menos que você tenha privilégios suficientes de Gamer para acessar os Arquivos do Automatron, terá de esperar até chegarem à Casa Cosmos e implorarem por suas próximas posições em tempo real. Kimju e Molly sabem perfeitamente qual seria sua alternativa: Prostitutas, o destino das stripperes que regridem uma Casta. É verdade que antes mesmo de entrarem no Jogo, há quantos Termos atrás, Kimju e Molly já tinham transado com vários caras. Ambas gostam de escolher parceiros e circunstâncias, embora no Nugget nenhuma delas pudesse fazer sexo de forma alguma. Mas nenhuma tem interesse em prostituição, ou, como Kimju disse certa vez a Molly: "É uma coisa deixar a Casa te obrigar a dançar nua e gozar no poste. É outra totalmente diferente deixar a Casa decidir quais pauzudos vão ser enfiados em você." Molly concordou: "Isso mesmo. Fazer strip-tease é a coisa mais fácil de fazer, mas quando, onde e como você vai ser fodida? Não, obrigada."

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 9, Babs & Tiffany & Robyn Sign Steph: Vagcam Excess, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 2, Babs Signs Steph: Sit Stay Legs Apart Kitchen Upskirt During their last conversation Janet had suggested to Babs that enabling Hand Signs might provide BB a tool to help channel Steph. Janet had rubbed her hands together with facetious delight. “She’ll love that.” And so BB prepares to implement this discipline. She locates Steph sitting in the Kitchen and commands her to back her chair away from the table. Steph obeys, carefully making sure her legs stay apart. The high collar and small armholes ensure Steph doesn’t titter, and her buttonhole is plenty large, but her upskirt is total. Steph finds herself awkwardly sitting the middle of the room. “It dawned on me you know all the Hand Signs,” Boss Babe spins. “Me?” Steph appears flustered. “Who says?” “Janet reminded me,” Babs admits. “She recommended that I put you on a Cam feed to the Nugget. She says the Crowd there deserves a preview of next Term.” BB admires Steph’s makeup. “Tiffany certainly prepared you for the role.” “Maybe you don’t know where I am headed,” Steph barters for time. “Janet’s an ex-Stripper. Maybe you should preview her.” Babs doesn’t wait. The fact that Steph has declined to reveal that she secretly watched Janet and Tiffany dance at the Nugget last Term galls her. Patience. “Remind me about some Hand Signs,” Boss Babe commands. Steph might be skilled at issuing Hand Signs, but she appears reticent to remember them. “Well, perhaps I know some of them.” Babs smiles. “I’m sure you do. Remind me.” It is an order, of course, and Steph feels her vagina constrict. But she keeps her thighs not touching. It’s dark down inside the minidress, but sanpan still. Steph knows not to err. I’ve run Pledge through prickly bushes for that. Seen them put into the Cravat. Steph raises a wrist, extends a hand, and crosses her first two fingers. “Do you know how to issue this command?” She inquires. Babs does, and Steph crosses her legs. They share a rare laugh. Both know they play a dangerous Game of power flows. Both fail to observe Kundalini lurking inside. BB exerts initiative. “I’ll try to forget that one. Show me another.” Steph holds two fingers together and mocks her Monitor, “Oh, Ma’am, please sign me this, Ma’am.” So BB signs Steph “legs together,” and Steph uncrosses her legs and presses them together on the chair. Steph double checks her navelage, smoothes the minidress across her smarties, and smiles at Babs. Babs smiles back. “In the unlikely event I need your legs together I’ll try to remember that one. Please elucidate me on something more practical for your requirements.” Steph stops smiling. She extends her hand, opens two fingers wide enough apart so they aren’t touching, and carefully adjusts her legs so her thighs aren’t touching. “Maybe you learned this last Term.” Maybe Babs did, but maybe she always wore cloth in her crotch. BB parts her two fingers into a “V.” Steph opens her legs wider, her minidress to ride high all the way up her thighs. She seethes. And feels her slit part ever so slightly.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 8, Babs Dresses Steph: Robyn Cams Her Titter & Upskirt, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 3, Babs Orders Steph: Titter & Upskirt on Library Steps Babs sends Tiffany after Steph to the Bunkroom. “Powder her face and lipstick her lips.” Babs enters the Bunkroom just as Tiffany finishes these tasks, and commands Steph, “Stand spread surrender. Face yourself in the Mirror.” Steph obeys. She expects Tiffany to advance her makeup, but instead Babs and Tiffany return to the Bedroom. Steph waits. She studies her armpits in their oversize armholes. I know how this dress works. I’m not stupid. When Babs returns she bears good tidings. “I hope you like your minidress,” she advances. “You will not just keep your button exposed at all times; Gamers want to collect your titter and vagflash getting in and out of vehicles, sitting on park benches, and perched on bar stools. Time for you to be a Cosmos House show-off. Out in the real world!” Steph squares herself and looks deeper into herself in the Mirror. My makeup remains unfinished. My cutout hole is adequately large, but the dress is too short. Babs crosses her arms. “Enough of your self-admiration. Head over to the Library, sit atop of the Library steps, and be sure the sunlight illuminates your upskirt. Don’t forget to keep your thighs apart, and I do mean 24x7.” Steph wants to react, but Babs lifts a finger. “Might upon occasion strangers catch your act, make sure you keep upskirting your snizzle for them also.” Boss Babe spins on her heels and returns to her Bedroom. And so Steph walks to the Quad and sits on the top Library step so that everyone who climbs up gets to peek at her shrubbery. Correction: everyone gets to slit scan a slice of Steph’s snapper as they climb the stairs. If Steph becomes mindless and careless she may also titter. Correction: her oversize armholes make it impossible for Steph not to titter. Steph chaffs but can do nothing to block total views of her brown nipple stalks, centered on beige sand dollars atop two gentle sinusoidals. All not quite hiding inside, and the moving fabric rubbing constant arousal to the fruit bursting forth. Steph Sorostitute might fume, but she can’t stop her personal, yet very public, revelations. I can’t believe this all comes from Boss Bitch; she’s too weak to do this. I bet Janet’s behind this. I need BB to back her off! Gamers love the way Steph must compromise herself to keep her button shining. Gamers who collect navel details observe a round, negative crater with flesh hanging over not just at the top, but all around. And a round, hard bulb in the middle, not unlike a solidified dabble of white chocolate. An outie. Steph raises her eyes to cast about and see who might be watching. She imagines she spots paparazzi and grits, I bet that Boss Bitch tipped them off! Steph fidgets and pretends she don’t know that she gets photographed. She moves her body and hands, turn her head, twist her torso, and wiggles her toes. But it’s really very simple: All I must do is keep my legs barely apart and not block the free view. I hate this, although it’s hard to imagine anything worse could happen to me.

O Cosmos, As Recém-Chegadas, Livro 1, Capítulo 7, Steph Encontra Babs & Janet & Robyn, também Tiffany, Dia 1, Seção 3, Steph Reflete Sobre Babs… e Decide-se Contra Robyn: A derrubada de Steph. Ela faz uma pausa no ponto em que precisa sair da calçada e observa o caminho que leva até a Casa do Cosmos. Mesmo que as atuais dinâmicas não tenham sido provocadas por nenhuma ação direta de Babs, a teph sexualmente autoconfiante ainda considera Babs um obstáculo ao seu progresso. Real ou simbólico, a inversão de papéis agrava a perda. Estou hostil à Babe do Biquíni? Culpo-a por me humilhar publicamente hoje? Veremos. Steph fala alto enquanto caminha: "Babe do Biquíni, tudo o que você precisa fazer é ficar fora do meu caminho! Porque vou ser promovida a Monitora no próximo Período. Ou antes disso! Então é melhor não me desrespeitar!" Sim, os jogadores entendem que Steph foi a Monitora do Cosmos no último Período, e por motivos que ela considera "totalmente injustificados e iníquos", retorna agora à Casa do Cosmos apenas como Iniciada. Rebaixada. De Monitora para Iniciada. A causa raiz do rebaixamento de Steph vai além de Babs. Uma série imprevista, infeliz e injusta de circunstâncias conspirou para estagnar (mais corretamente, reverter) minha ascensão. "Olá, Robyn, onde quer que estejas, eu vou te pegar!" Steph ergue o queixo. Os enormes furos nas axilas garantem risinhos. O enorme botão cortado abre a barriga completamente até sua nuca. Mas Steph permanece determinada. Transcenderei essa diminuição temporária ao status de Iniciada, para que no próximo Período (se não antes!) eu retorne à minha posição legítima na Casta das Monitoras. Na verdade, preciso subir dois patamares e alcançar o posto máximo de Madrasta da Casa, el Capitã. MamãeCap! É lá que pertenço. E Babs faria bem em facilitar meu avanço! Steph imagina Babs mentalmente. Bom, talvez Babs não facilite, mas certamente não se atreverá a atrapalhar. Não vou pedir; nem preciso. Vou simplesmente tomar o que for necessário. Este é meu terceiro Período, e sei muito bem como jogar esse Jogo. Steph sempre foi uma criatura privilegiada. Assume que a verdade deve se adaptar às suas necessidades e sabe: "Sou de sangue puro!"

O Cosmos, As Recém-Chegadas, Livro 1, Capítulo 5, Babs & Tiffany: Sala de Jantar, Coceira no Quintal, Banho, Dia 1, Seção 4, Tiffany Conhece o Espelho Malicioso: Outra Extensão Automatron

Tiffany já foi uma Iniciada certa vez, mas ela nunca se iniciou na Casa do Cosmos, até agora. Por isso, precisa aprender sobre o Espelho Malicioso, ou simplesmente “Espelho”, como atesta sua personalidade. Como um Objeto, o Espelho Malicioso pode refletir ou transformar-se numa Tela do tamanho de uma parede, mas é a tela sensível ao toque com estímulo elétrico do Espelho que cativa Tiffany quase desde o instante em que ela encosta seu corpo contra ele e começa a beijá-lo e esfregar-se nele.

A Tela devolve os beijos e as carícias. Tiffany, isolada por sua blusa curta e calças transparentes de vinil, pressiona mais forte e sente o formigamento em resposta. Não consigo identificar o que sinto—vibração, eletricidade, ondas mentais? Tiffany sente seus mamilos estimulados; sente sua barriga nua entrar em contato com pele nua; seus lábios querem mais, então os umedece com a língua e deposita cuidadosamente os lábios sobre a superfície reflexiva, beija o Espelho com ainda mais paixão. Está vivo. Tiffany se reanima e percebe o formato entre suas pernas. Não importa como funciona. Beije-me. Sinta minhas pontas. Cheire meu tapioca.

Tiffany tenta chegar ao clímax, mas tem medo de levar os dedos à região tão sensível. Ela roça o nariz com o próprio reflexo e sente algo no Espelho contendo-a quando tenta alcançar o ápice rapidamente.

Quando Babs finalmente vai socorrê-la, quem sabe quanto tempo depois, a pele de Tiffany está coberta de suor. Babs não lhe pergunta sobre a experiência, e Tiffany decide não contar nada.