Unless the Beast [MF] [Mdom] [Betting] Part 1

*”Don’t go to parties, Riel. They’re full of horny fucks whose hearts and dicks you’ll break in seconds.”*

Warning words of wisdom were never very effective against Muriel. She was known locally at her university as ‘Eris, the Heartbreaker.’ She was notorious for taking bets with thirsty jocks and putting her own virginity on the line – but in two years and over sixty bets later, her legs were never spread.

She was something else. To many boys, she was a prize. For the lesbians and bisexual girls, she was a craving. To the Monster Energy vending machine, she was the bane of existence. She visited and emptied that machine in a matter of hours. She returned solely Monster cans every two days and always managed to get back over ten dollars from the deposits. It was a little ridiculous, and concerning, how much Monster she consumed.

Her friends, Laina and Louisa, suspected that her body was constantly caffeinated and that she was some otherworldly being that didn’t need sleep. Muriel herself said it was as close to correct as anyone would ever get.

She had a rugged brunette pixie cut that elegantly swept over her left eye and framed her almond eyes. There was a blue fringe that was long faded, but still crept up from the tips of her hair. She had amberish hazel eyes that never seemed to reflect any light. Her shoulders were broad and muscular, most likely due to her being part of the swim team, and there was a dedicated group of girls that snuck pictures of her toned calves and sold them around the school for cash.

It was Spring Break when a transfer student named Elliott made his debut in the halls. He had hair that was a nearly black brunette, just a few shades darker than Muriel’s. He was no toned jock, no gaunt nerd, but rather, an average sized, teddy bear shaped musician. He spent his first day on campus aimlessly playing the drums in the rehearsal rooms, much to the music professor’s dismay.

Several hours later though, he was exposed to the Heartbreaker herself when he caught wind of the football and basketball players gossiping about her. He followed their eyes to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen – Muriel, lounged on the atrium couch, dozed off with a copy of Moby Dick covering her face. She looked like a Disney princess.

Elliott watched as one of the champion quarterbacks quietly walked up to the sleeping Muriel, a greedy hand aimed at her wrist. Before Elliott could intervene, Muriel awoke from her enchanted sleep, swinging her leg over the quarterback’s hand and drilling it into the ground, then smacking him in the nose with her book, causing a resounding snapping sound to echo through the atrium. She walked away with a sigh and went towards the pool lockers. Elliott was impressed, and continues to eavesdrop on the jocks’ conversation.

“No use, man. She’s too good at that Kung Fu type shit.”

“Yeah, but do you see her? She looks like the daughter of a Goddess.”

“Daughter? Man, she woulda started the modern Trojan War.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. There’s no point trying to get her. She’s impossible. Not even roofies work on her.”

“Got that right, man…last party she went to, I heard a dude snuck her three of those bastards to get a lead in her drinking bet and not only did he lose, but she won the next three rounds of darts too.”

Elliott had heard enough. For one, he hated the idea of someone slipping drugs into anyone’s drink. And two, he wanted to know what in the name of Zeus that girl was made of. One of the jocks said something that caught his attention.

“Bet it’s all that Monster she drinks.”

A light bulb went off in Elliott’s head. He was also an extremely avid Monster drinker. If Muriel’s primary bets were of drinking Monster, he very well could take her down.

The night came and went, and Elliott made his camp by the bench near the Monster vending machine. He tapped away on his book until Muriel strode by, depositing three dollars into the machine and slamming the button. She shook the machine with her punch so much that two Monsters flew down instead of one.

“Do you always assault the vending machine like that?” Elliott asked. Muriel looked at him, spotted the Monster Energy stickers on his phone, and tossed him one of her Monsters. He caught it with ease and looked at it, then back to Muriel. He then noticed that Muriel was holding an Assault can, but that she had thrown him a classic flavor can instead. “Oh.”

“Don’t empty my stock.” She said, sitting next to him. She cracked the can open with her teeth, gulping down about half of the can in a matter of seconds before looking back at Elliott. “New here?”

“Just arrived yesterday.” Elliott replied. Muriel nodded.

“I saw you eavesdropping on the jocks yesterday. If you ever run into the prick that woke me up, please let him know that I will shove my foot where the sun don’t shine and end his family name with my steel toe boots if he ever does it again.” Muriel threatened, a bit too calmly for someone of her caliber.

“Honestly I’d rather watch that than prevent it. Apparently one or some of them have slipped you roofies before.” Elliott said, taking a sip of his Monster.

“Nothing new there. They’re always trying. Horny pricks. I’m always full of caffeine and I’ve got some crazy ass insomnia. That shit won’t work on me.” Muriel yawned. Elliott looked at her eyes, which did seem a bit red, but were not baggy to indicate her sleep deprivation. “Don’t get lost in them.”

“Was just about to.” Elliott laughed. Muriel smiled slightly.

“You… weren’t sent to me by them, we’re you?” She asked .

“No, why?” Said Elliott.

“They’re always scaring nerds and first-years into talking to me to try and get information. All cause they want some of this.” Muriel groaned and pointed between her legs. “Don’t those idiots know I only accept bets?”

“Would you take up a bet with me?” asked Elliott. Muriel looked at him and smiled gently.

“If you’re brave and crazy enough to accept one.” Muriel replied.

“I think that anyone who’s been in love is a bit brave and crazy.” Elliott said. Muriel giggled.

“Poetic.” Muriel said, then led Elliott to a table in the atrium in full view of the jocks and everyone else that had ever wanted her. She sat Elliott and herself down and produced two full Monster cans from her backpack, setting them on the table.

“We got a bet!” Shouted a boy from the top floor. The jocks eagerly lined the stairs. Other students also stopped to spectate.

“Simple rules. First to empty the can wins. I win, you never talk to me again unless I talk to you first or tell you otherwise. You win, you can do whatever you want with me for twenty-five hours. If it’s less than a millisecond difference we go again until there’s a clear winner, and you can forfeit anytime.” Muriel explained. Elliott nodded.

“When you say ‘anything’… Do you really mean…” Elliott asked shyly. Muriel nodded.

“Anything at all. Except murder, because I have a life to live.” Muriel said.

“And why twenty-five hours?” Elliott asked.

“The extra hour is to celebrate, or prepare, or boast, or whatever.” Muriel replied. “Planning on winning or something?”

“Maybe. I mean, you are a beautiful creature and it’d be a shame to lose this opportunity.” Elliott pulled back the tab on his can and Muriel did the same.

“Luck to ya.” Muriel said. “Count of three. One…two… three!”

She slammed her hand on the table and the race was on. The two of them had their cans vertical, caffeinated liquid cascading down both of their throats. After about ten seconds, they both slammed down empty cans at the same time. Elliott was surprised at being able to keep up. There was a collective gasp among the jocks. Muriel was also surprised, grabbing both cans and turning them over.

“Not a single drop… I’m impressed.” She panted and smiled at Elliott. “Round two?”

“Ready when you are.” Elliott replied. Muriel took out another two cans that had their labels painted over.

“No one’s ever made it to round two, so…just to make it interesting, Mystery Flavor.” Muriel placed the two cans in the middle of the table. They both had black tabs. Elliott grabbed the one to Muriel’s left. They cracked the cans open. Muriel took a whiff of hers. “Ultra Black…eh, I’ll take it.”

Elliott inhaled the aroma of pineapple from his can. “Ultra Gold. Pineappley.” He said.

“Count of three. One…two…three!” Muriel slammed the table again. The two were once again holding their cans vertically. They slammed their cans on the table at almost the exact same time, with Elliott a percent of a second faster. “Drop test. If yours has a drop we’re still tied. If not, you’ve won.”

Elliott watched as she flipped the cans. There was not a single drop on the table. The spectating crowd gasped. Muriel was in awe. Elliott was too, scooting his chair back and nearly falling off in his surprise. Muriel thoroughly examined all four cans and looked at Elliott.

“Well, would you look at that. You won.” She strangely didn’t sound disappointed or upset, just intrigued and surprised. “Twenty-five hours starts now.”

“S-so you’re saying that for-for twenty-five hours I can do whatever I want with you?” Elliott was shaking in his seat.

“Yep. Anything you can imagine. No catches or hidden fees or nothing. You won the bet.” Muriel shrugged. “Anything other than murder, obviously.”

Elliott stood up, face flushed and held Muriel’s hand, walking with her to the stairs. The jocks made way, as if being ushered away by bodyguards. Once the pair was up the stairs, Elliott heard some of them whistling and clapping.

“Tell us how it goes, champ!” One shouted.

“Wreck her real good!” Another chimed in.

“Ignore them…” Elliott whispered to Muriel, wrapping an arm protectively around her waist. He led her to his dorm room, which had been thoroughly soundproofed to allow him to play drums without disturbing others. He sat her on his bed, then secured the door. “So, you’ll really do anything for me for the next whole day?”

“You can tell me to do anything and you can do anything to me.” Muriel said. Elliott’s breathing hitched when he met eyes with Muriel. He gently grabbed her and positioned her in front of himself, then pushed her to her knees. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, his throbbing cock springing free from his boxers as he removed them.

“Keep your mouth open and don’t bite one bit…” Elliott huffed, grabbing Muriel’s head and forcing it down onto his erect member. He began facefucking her, slamming his dick deep into her petite throat with reckless abandon. She stayed true to her word, refusing to bite no matter how roughly he abused her throat. She gagged several times, Elliott’s eight inches being a bit much for her to handle. “I think it’s…cute when you choke like that…mmm…”

Muriel was in a daze, and a few seconds later she felt a sticky warm fluid filling her mouth and throat, leaking from her lips. She looked up at Elliott with half lidded eyes. He grabbed her chin and leaned towards her, licking his lips.

“Hey, baby…tell me what those jocks say they want to do to you.” Elliott lay flat on his bed, stroking his dick and staring at Muriel’s messy face.

“They all just want to fuck me…they said they’d gangbang me and use me as a cumdump, then make videos and post them…then they’d make me say how much I wanted them and some other shit like that.” Muriel said, eyes glued to Elliott’s rising rod.

“They’re not very smart. I for one wouldn’t want to share you with anyone. You’re too beautiful to be used like that.” Elliott said. Muriel looked up at him and looked into his eyes.

“Do you mean that?” Muriel asked.

“Of course I do. But…argh…you do make me really, reeeaaally hungry for you… I really do want to go hard on you in every place you’ve got. You’re very irresistible, you know that?”

“I know…but um…” Muriel stripped off all of her clothes and whispered into Elliott’s ear, “I really like you. I hate those other pricks but you’re very different from them. I *want* you to completely wreck me. So stop holding back. Make me all yours, Elliott. I want you to completely demolish me and leave me crying and cumming and begging you for more. I’m your little slave now.”

Elliott was caught completely off guard and picked up Muriel, roughly throwing her onto the bed. He growled hungrily, bending her legs to put her petite ass in the air and giving it a loud slap. She moaned into the pillow, her eyes rolling back when Elliott grabbed her by her hair and held her head up.

“Ahh, I see… you’re a complete masochist, aren’t you?” Elliott smirked when he saw Muriel’s subtle nod. “Listen here you pretty thing… I’m going to tie you up so tightly that you won’t be able to move at all. I’m gonna fuck your pretty little mouth til my cum is dripping out of your nose, and while I’m doing that, I’m gonna tease that cute little clit of yours till you squirt like a garden hose. Maybe after that I’ll fuck your pretty pussy too. If you’re a really good girl I’ll put on my strap-on so I can fuck your pussy and your ass at the same time. Would you like that, hm? Would you like being completely helpless like that?”

“Yes, please…tie me up and make me your little slut, Elliott…” Muriel moaned as Elliott traced circles over the lips of Muriel’s pussy.

“I want you to scream during it all, my little flower… scream so loud they can hear it through all that soundproofing. Beg me to stop and tell me how you wish you had a safeword.” Elliott pinched the back of Muriel’s neck, causing a long and drawn out moan from her. He grabbed all of his belts and ties, using them to bind her securely to the bed. She squirmed around, causing Elliott to tie her down further with duct tape and clothesline rope. When she finally was completely unable to move, he fastened a dental gag into her mouth and tickled her slowly across her body with a feather. She wailed through the gag, straining to move and failing.

“Perfect.” Elliott turned on a vibrator, poking her nipples with it. They immediately stood on end, forming two pyramids on her breasts. “This is your pretty clit’s new best friend. Now suck my dick til it’s dry, slut.”

He plunged his dick back into Muriel’s throat, teasing her clit with the vibrator. Muriel was overwhelmed already, feeling like she was going to pass out from oxygen loss and pleasure. Elliott playfully moved the toy away from and then back to Muriel’s pulsing clit, shoving three of his thick fingers roughly into her dripping cunt. The sight of her juices flowing out uncontrollably made him cum deep in her throat. He thrusted a few more times, grinning when he felt her struggle beneath him. He rubbed his saliva-covered dick all over her breasts and face, then tied the vibrator to one of her restraints, leaving it in just the right position to tease her oversensitive clit.

He straddled over her and looked at her face. Her eyes were rolling back as far as they could go. Cum was leaking from her nose and mouth. He stood at the side of the bed and looked at her, pumping his dick some more to the sight of the beautiful slave before him. He grabbed one of her breasts with his free hand, causing her to struggle against her restraints some more. A wave of clear liquid gushed out from her pussy, soaking the sheet beneath her. He fondled her some more, then removed her gag and looked at her.

“You’re such a pretty little slut for me.” Elliott whispered to her. “God, I want to keep you forever… I’d like to tie you under my desk and have you suck my dick all day long.” Muriel moaned loudly at the words.

“Yes… suck…master…” Muriel said, entranced by the waves of pleasure rebounding through her body.

“Maybe I’ll get a nice big dildo for you to fuck yourself on while you do that…and keep a vibrator on you at all times. Might add some electric shocks in there just for fun too.” Elliott thought aloud.

“Yes…please…” Muriel begged, tears streaming down her wet face.

“You like that idea, huh?” Elliott asked. Muriel violently nodded. Elliott loosened her restraints and freed one of her hands. He placed a large ribbed vibrator in her grasp and turned it to it’s highest setting. “Put it inside of you and keep it there.”

Muriel obeyed, eagerly shoving the toy into her dripping cunt and looking at Elliott for further instructions. He placed a vibrating clit clamp over her eager clit and turned it to its teasing setting. Muriel recoiled in pleasure, screaming loudly and thrashing her free arm wildly.

“Cute.” Elliott undid her restraints and led her quivering body to his desk, positioning her underneath it. He bolted a thrusting dildo to the floor beneath her ass and secured a rabbit vibrator just a little bit in front of it. “Sit on them.” Muriel obliged, her quaking body dripping with juices uncontrollably.

Elliott cuffed her ankles and wrists to the desk, then dangled a dental gag in front of her.

“You already know where this is going, Muriel. You’re going to stay there and suck my dick like a good girl.” Elliott said. Muriel nodded lustfully, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. Elliott sat in his chair and pushed his dick into her mouth, leaning back and enjoying her tongue around his cock. “Now, I’m going to take a nice relaxing nap… you keep sucking, got it? When I wake up… I’ll wreck your pussy and your ass just the way you want.”

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