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i want someone to find out that ive never taken anything in my hole before and invite me to a party, only once we get there im surrounded by his friends and manhandled into a bedroom on to the bed, where they already have ropes waiting for me. my hands tied to the headboard and my ankles pulled up and tied above my head, spread as wide as theyll go, so wide my little butt is lifted several inches off the mattress. i want them all to surround me, their hands groping me over my clothes, squeezing my tits and reaching between my legs to rub my clit. i make pleading eyes at the person who brought me here, ask them why they’re doing this, what they’re going to do to me. he smiles and tells me that it’s a special day, today i was going to lose my anal virginity, and all his friends get to watch.

before i can protest one of them grabs my jaw and forces my mouth open and shoves a dildo down my throat. he laughs and says that im not going to get any real cocks today, im not worth that much, and useless whores only get fucked with fake cocks.

they don’t even bother to undress me, just shove my shirt up to expose my tits and bunch my skirt up around my waist. they tug the tiny lace thing im wearing to the side, getting frustrated before six hands grab it and rip if roughly off. the dildo in my mouth keeps fucking my throat as im reduced to just my private parts on humiliating display.

they keep touching me, telling me they gotta warm me up, it’s a party after all. two of them bend down to suck my nipples while another kneels between my legs and spreads my lips open, kneading my mound and rubbing my clit with his thumb. i can feel myself getting wet as they molest me, and so can they. they mock me in sweet baby voices, asking me if i like this? if i like being a good whore slave and spreading my holes for them, if im enjoying being on display for them. i shake my head as best i can with my mouth atill being fucked, but they ignore me, continuing to molest my vulnerable body.

the person who brought me here pulls something from the floor and onto the bed, and my eyes widen as i see the massive dildo he’s attaching to the end of the fucking machine he’s got set up. he looks at me and smiles as he positions the head of the dildo at my asshole. he tells me not to look so scared, they’re going to make sure i come while im getting my ass raped, it’s going to feel good, as good as a fake cock can feel to a rape slut anyways.

the lube they drizzle onto my holes is cold and i whimper as it hits my skin. eight hands begin to rub it in, smearing it all over my ass and through the folds of my pussy. they drizzle more on the dildo and bring the machine closer. i try to squirm away, my hips wiggling helplessly but more hands come and hold me still, two sets of hands spreading open my ass and giving me no choice but to take it as they begin to press it against my asshole.

no fingers, no plugs, ive had nothing to prepare my virgin hole before they’re stretching it around the dildo, pushing it deeper and deeper until im stuffed completely full. im screaming and sobbing around the cock in my mouth my muffled pleas to take it out, please take it out it hurts please take it out of my ass going ignored. i hear a motor start and the cock in my ass starts to move, fucking in and out of my way too fast, ita too fast and it’s too big and i can barely think as my helpless ass is raped by a plastic cock.

the hands move along my body, pinching and groping my nipples while two sets of fingers rub my clit. they ignore my pussy completely, their focus entirely on my clit and asshole. anal whores learn to cum while their ass is being violated, they tell me. they say that anal whores don’t deserve anything in their slutty pussies, my asshole is my new pussy now. someone pulls out a vibrator and holds it directly on my clit while someone holds my pussy lips open. it’s too much, the feeling of my ass being fucked open and the intense pleasure from my tortured clit hitting at once and i cum, completely humiliated as i squirt onto the machine.

Mom’s ex-boyfriend always checked in on her. The girl couldn’t handle being alone for long, so he would come by often to keep her company. Her mom considered it a kind favour – she worried about her little girl whenever she travelled for work. Their breakup had just made her separation anxiety worse. He was the closest thing to a father figure in her life, something she desperately needed.

The girl flinches when he touches her. Lying in her bed, his hand in her panties, she stuffs her face into the blanket and tries not to cry. “…stop…” A finger slips into her cunt. “ah! stop! i’m still sore from last time!” The paternal figure ignores her. Pulling up her shirt, her nipples are pinched and squeezed. A second finger works into her pussy as she starts to sob.

“Don’t be a baby, you’re all grown up now, act like it.” The man scolds the crying girl. She doesn’t feel grown up. Even though she had graduated over a year ago, her anxieties had kept her from pursuing a job or higher education. Most of her friends had stopped calling. He was her only regular visitor. “i can’t… tonight… stop…” Her mom’s ex-boyfriend strips her naked.

Thrusting his cock into the young girl’s pussy, he lets out a deep groan. She yelps and tries to push away, held in place by a harsh grip on her arm. The older man’s fingers cut into her already-bruised bicep. “owww! nuh- too much…” His hand moves to the back of her head, pushing her face deeper into the pillows. He admires the marks on her arms and body.

“Remember to wear long sleeves when your mom gets home.” The girl doesn’t respond. A muffled sob wafts out of the fabric, followed by a shriek when he smacks her clit. “Did you hear me?” She gasps, feeling every bit of his cock pounding into her. “yes i did! please don’t hit me there…” Another smack on her pussy. “What did I tell you to do?”

“Wear long sleeves so mom doesn’t see my bruises.” He pulls on her hair, looking into her tear-stained face. “Why is that so important?” She winces as he shoves his cock all the way inside her. “…cause mom won’t let you come around if she finds out.” More tears roll down her cheeks as he has rough sex with her innocent body. “And you don’t want that, do you?” Crying from pain and fear, he kisses her. “…no…” The girl finds comfort in their tongues touching.

“Good girl. Keep doing as you’re told and I’ll stick around.” The thought of him leaving makes her nauseous. “don’t go. don’t go. i’m trying-” She cuts herself off with another painful whimper. The man fucks her as hard as he can. He holds her arms behind her back and wrenches her legs open. Spread wide, she feels him push deeper with each thrust.

“stop stop stop stop it hurts!” He goes faster. “Shut up.” The girl breaks and cries uncontrollably. “I said shut up.” Annoyed by her disobedience, he drags her to the edge of the bed. Sniffling, she hides her face behind her hands. “Done crying?” His cock smacks against her clit. “Ask for more.” Stammering, the girl can’t speak. “You were so chatty a minute ago. Beg for more or I’ll leave you here.”

Her mom’s ex-boyfriend offers a reward. “Do it and I’ll let you call me dad.” Red eyes peer through her fingers. Her lips move silently. “Speak up.” Grabbing her wrists, he pulls them away from her face.

Afterwards, the girl takes gleefully to her service work. Invigorated by the preacher’s message, she cleans and reorganizes the church as the crowds slowly drift out through the doors. The last few have left by the time she finishes her duties. A few glances around the empty hall, and she skips up to the pastor’s office.

“It’s all done!” The petite gold cross around her neck bounces against her scrawny frame as she approaches his desk. Turning away from his computer, he glances at the long, modest dress flowing down to her knees. “Thank you for your service. You’re always so diligent. It’s admirable.” The girl’s face lights up in a huge smile. Leaning against his desk, she enjoys his praise. “Thanks! I really liked your sermon today. I guess I was feeling inspired…”

MIND. Each letter tattooed on each finger. The preacher’s hand rests on her thigh. She looks up at him with a bashful smile. “…or looking for an excuse to stay after everyone’s gone…” Her hand rests on his. Small, pristine, and delicate; she turns her body to bend herself over the desk. Tugging at the long dress, she hikes the fabric up over her hips. Bright white panties shine out from between her legs.

BODY. The four letters tattooed on his right hand grab her asscheek. She giggles nervously, feeling the pastor grope her bum and pull her innocent panties down to her ankles. The man takes a moment to admire her smooth, soft skin. Running his hands along her thighs, she stamps her feet impatiently. “Don’t look down there – it’s indecent.”

His cock almost touches her virgin pussy when he rubs it against her soft bum. Face first on the desk, the girl breathes deeply and says a little prayer. The pastor’s spit drips onto her hole, and she feels him start to press into her ass. His hard cock pushes her open. She bites her lip as his head works its way inside.

Strong, ink-covered hands hold her in place as he completes his first long slow thrust. He can see her leg trembling as he lets his cock rest inside her ass. “Why did you stop…?” The girl mumbles, wincing from his girth. “Just letting you get used to it, darling.” A gentle hand on her shoulder. “No – ah… just fuck me…” The preacher feels her bum tighten from shock as she clamps her hand over her mouth.

“Ohmygod, I swore! I’m so sorry!” The girl is overwhelmed and embarrassed by her profanity. A second thrust into her ass jolts her from her shame. “You’re okay, little miss. It was an accident.” He pushes in and out, holding on tight as she squirms on his cock. “Nuh-ah… I’m sorry… It’s not just that…” She’s anxious. The preacher uses more force than he would like to fit himself in her hole.

“…last night I almost touched myself…” The girl lets out a little sob with her confession. “I was watching a video and these girls were wrestling and one of them was holding down the other and I don’t know what happened but I had my hand in my panties…” He can see her getting herself worked up. The man rubs her back to soothe her.

“You’re too hard on yourself, sweetheart.” He leans forward and wraps her in a hug, pushing his cock deep into her ass. “You’re barely twenty, in the prime of your life. Those things happen. God wouldn’t want you to punish yourself for something so natural.” The girl sniffles, and he can feel her bum start to relax. “You sure…?”

An affirming nod. The girl flashes her pretty smile at him. The same bright gaze that stares up at him at the pulpit every Sunday. He can move faster now, deeper, more forcefully. Her relaxed bum gratefully receives the anal sex. She arches her back and pushes into his cock. Faint prayers escape her lips with each stroke into her ass.

The charismatic leader is at a loss for words as she bounces on his dick. The girl looks back at him with a zealot’s fervor. He looks at her with the devil’s lust. As he cums, his old instincts rush back. The girl is manhandled, roughly pushed back onto the desk. Her asshole is stretched open, sodomized by the preacher in their church. “Yes! Oh, God! I want to serve you~”

A bead of sweat runs down his tattoo sleeve as he pulls his cock from the whimpering devotee. She quickly pulls up her panties to hide her nudity. He catches a glimpse of the wet patch already forming on the back as her underwear is covered by the long dress. The girl shivers from pleasure. The pastor tries to give her some aftercare.

“Do you want a kiss?” She looks at him like an alien. “What? No? We’re not married… my husband should have my first kiss.” He gives her a wincing smile, searching for a way to ground her after their filthy sortie. “Would you like to pray with me, instead?”

Two is company, three is a crowd. The old saying is tossed around as a joke. She sits on the bed in the hotel room while the three men take off their clothes. The girl is almost entirely confident. Her experience having sex with two men at the same time will surely carry her through. A flicker of nervousness is visible on her face as they lead her off the bed and onto her knees.

Sucking cock, she strokes the other two. With only moments to catch her breath, her mouth is passed around the trio. The coordination required to give two handjobs while deepthroating is slightly beyond her ability. The men get more impatient and unsatisfied by her awkward rhythm.

“Come on, you can do better than that. You said you were good at this.” The man lambasts her. She gurgles in response. “One more minute, then we can switch.” Groans another as he facefucks her. “Let’s get into the fun stuff.” Remarks the third, also unsatisfied by her hand. He grabs her hips, lifting her upright and drives his cock into her pussy.

Spitroasted on the men, the girl feels a moment of comfort. Having one man using her cunt while she sucks off the other is a familiar place for her. The third man complicates things. She tries her best to swap between the two regularly, but their impatience grows. One sits on the bed. “Let me fuck her. Come bounce on my dick, slut.”

“I’m trying my best, okay?” Her disrespectful tone slips through her unused mouth. The energy changes. The girl swallows as she reads the frustrated expressions of the three men. “Try harder.” Says the man on the bed as he grabs her hips and pulls her on top of him. She takes him in her pussy while another stands on the matress.

She tastes her pussy on his cock as she rides the other man. Another familiar place. The girl forgets to take care of the third man. A firm grip on her bum reminds her of his presence. Reaching behind, she tries to grab onto his cock. It’s too late.

Pulling her head away from the blowjob, she feels the head of his cock press against her ass. “Hey! I don’t do anal! I told you that before! Stop!” The girl protests. “You do now.” He would barely fit inside her without her pussy stretched by the other man. He groans and thrusts himself inside her third hole.

Her safeword is ignored. It’s nothing but theatre when three men want to take a lone woman. The impotent begging is muffled when a cock is shoved down her throat. Finally, the group is satisfied. Tears pour from her eyes as her arms are held behind her back. Fighting with all her strength wouldn’t be enough to stop even one of them.

Another desparate attempt to escape. The men pin her to the bed and switch between her holes. She begs for them to stop. They don’t. Instead they fuck her harder. The first man to finish unloads his cum all over her sobbing face. The second man finishes in her ass. As he pulls his cock from her, the third man takes his place. Their cum mixes in her used asshole.

The first is ready again. His comrades hold her down so he can properly enjoy her. The girl’s pleading has faded into the occasional mumbled word or outburst of crying. As they fuck her, one or two keeps a firm grip on her to prevent any physical resistance. Sometimes, two regain their stamina at the same time, and they both penetrate her at the same time.

There are four of them… maybe they’re athletes. One of them calls dibs and moves me around like I’m nothing but I’m too drugged up to move my head to look at him. He slides my panties down my thighs and off my legs and throws them somewhere, and then just like that he’s shoving his cock inside my vulnerable little pussy, rolling his hips a couple times to fit it all in because I’m so tight and I’m not helping. I think the others are watching but I don’t know. He starts to really go for it, sawing in and out of me and not caring for how I feel at all. When he finally grips my hips and pulls me down onto his cock and cums deep inside my unprotected pussy, I give a little helpless moan.

No sooner does he wipe his cock off on my pussy lips than the next one is manhandling me to the side and onto his lap. He sits me down right on his cock and I fall back onto his shoulder as his rough hands grope my tits and hold me up by the neck. He fucks up into me and I bounce. My eyes are open and I can see the others but everything is a colorful blur… I’m so sleepy and these strange men are violating me and they can see everything, they can see how my pussy gets wet automatically for cock like a trained slut’s. One of them slaps me and tells me that, calls me a slut as the man holding me cums up into my cervix, gasping and groaning. He pushes me off of him onto the bed and grabs the remote to turn on the tv in the background, done with me now that he’s used me like any cheap fuck doll.

The other two roll me over onto my back again. The first lines himself up with my slutty used pussy and pushes just the head in. He’s thicker than the first two and I moan again as the other man kneels over my face and lowers his hard cock into my mouth. I feel like he’s going to choke me… but the rohypnol has me so relaxed and pliant… and my throat is so relaxed that when he shoves his dick in as far as it can go I don’t gag even a little, I just moan softly around him. He starts to thrust, building speed… fucking my throat like a pussy as the thick cock between my legs pushes forward, taking its time… stretching me open… until it’s buried in me to the hilt, hands on my hips holding me down… I feel it twitch against my cervix again. I’m so sleepy… but the pressure feels so good…

There are two cocks violating me from both ends and it’s so, so much, I’m so, so full, and I cum suddenly, just in little feeble helpless twitches because my body is so so heavy, and time is a blur and then they’re cumming in me, using me like the cum sleeve I was meant to be.

For the rest of the night they take turns shoving my limp helpless body around and violating all of my holes while the other men have conversations or watch a game on tv or open some beer. Sometimes my face gets shoved into the mattress as one of them slowly fucks my ass as he watches tv over my head… as the night passes and I get looser and looser I start taking two cocks in my pussy, then two in my pussy, one in my mouth, and one in my ass… I take everything they want to give me because I’m so sleepy and heavy… and by the time they’re done with me and go to sleep I’m a well-used cockslut lying at the end of the bed with a sloppy mess between my legs. I think it’s done but in the middle of the night I feel my body pulled up and a cock slips into my cunt, and it doesn’t stop all night.

“What did I tell you about speaking when not spoken to.” He hit me 5 times while speaking in quick succession, leaving my body tensed in the restraints, unable to catch my breath. “That made you so wet.” His fingers rubbed my aching clit, moved down and inside me. He was right, I could feel it dripping down my ass, how frictionless the thrusting fingers were. “It’s so hard to punish you when you just like it.”

“Sorry, sir.” The words were packaged in a moan, his fingers rubbing against my g-spot.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for being such a slut, daddy.” Saying the words caused a jolt of humiliation and arousal to run through me.

The fingers withdrew, and I felt so horribly empty. I wanted him to say something in response to my apology, but he didn’t, I could only hear him rustling around with something. And then something clamped down on my labia, making me jerk in the restraints, a keening noise leaving me.

He placed a second clamp on my other lip, “I’ll find a way to make this a real punishment.” The clamps were pulled apart, leaving my pussy spread open. He attached them to something so they stayed spread, and I could feel cool air against my gaping hole, my straining clit.

The belt came down again, now directly on my most sensitive areas. I pulled at my restraints, wanting to snap my legs shut as he hit me again, not wasting any time. Enough strikes came in quick succession that I couldn’t keep track, leaving me unable to focus on anything but the burn between my legs.

I panted, wondering what he was doing as I heard him shuffle around. He wrenched open my jaw a second later, securing a dildo gag around my head, long enough that it was in danger of triggering my gag reflex at any second. I didn’t think I had been too noisy during the strikes, but I did like having something else to focus on.

The belt was back a second later, beating me mercilessly with no time to catch my breath. He stopped when I finally gagged, unable to stop my clenching around the rubber. My legs were trembling from the exertion of trying to close, and he smoothed his hand over my thigh, comforting me.

“Fuck, you’re being such a good boy.” He murmured, pressing his hard cock against my bruised cunt. “You love letting me use you like this, don’t you?” I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to respond, floating as I was on the humiliation and pain. He slapped me, jammed the gag in deeper so that my throat spasmed around it, “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

I nodded, trying not to throw up. My head was spinning, and then he was pushing into me and my world narrowed to the pleasure pain of that. He didn’t waste any time waiting for me to adjust, immediately fucking me hard. His hips slammed against my bruised flesh, cock dragging on my inflamed rim, but he knew exactly how to fuck me to have me drunk on pleasure. His hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off air to my lungs and blood to my brain. I could feel the way my muscles reflexively tightened around him because of it, how much more pronounced the sex became, even as everything else faded in the background.

The orgasm wasn’t even pleasurable, it was just an uncontrollable clenching around him, my legs shuddering. He cursed under his breath and then his cum was filling me up, thrusts slowing as he fucked as deep into me as possible.

His breaths were heavy as he pulled out, fingers replacing his cock and fucking his cum back into me. “Fuck, your pussy looks ruined.” I could imagine, gaped and dripping, red and bruised. “Let’s make it worse.”

Two fingers turned into three, the thumb on his other hand coming up to rub my clit. The pleasure outweighed the overstimulation, leaving me moaning as the fingers inside me found my g-spot.

Right when I was about to cum he forced another finger in, leaving me painfully clamping down on his hand. Now the overstimulation and painful stretching easily overpowered any pleasure.

“You wanted to cum so badly earlier, I’m sure I’ll be able to wring out a few more for you.” He said in response to me instinctively trying to squirm my hips away from his hands. “I was going to work your way up to this, but apparently you need to learn to take what I give you.” At that he tucked his pinky in. Slowly, but with no hesitation, he slid his hand in past his knuckles, down to his wrist.

I couldn’t breathe, my cunt pulsing around the intrusion. My eyes closed as I tried to calm down but quickly shot back open when his mouth found my clit, leaving a jolt of arousal to flow through my body. His hand started moving, fingers slowly drawing in to make a fist in me. Now the pulsing of my cunt almost felt good, underneath all the pain.

His arm started thrusting, and with each thrust the pleasure increased until I couldn’t suppress the moans. I knew what was coming after I came, knew that I would immediately be overwhelmed with overstimulation, so I tried to stave off the orgasm. I was successful for awhile, angling my hips just right so that I was almost edging myself. But, eventually, I couldn’t escape his tongue’s ministrations on my clit, and I was forced into a shuddering orgasm.

“Your clit is so cute like this, all pink and swollen.” His fist in me felt enormous. “I hope tomorrow it’s nice and purple from earlier.”

His knuckles popped past my rim again before being shoved back inside me. I was now being fucked with the widest part of his fist, ruining the last tight part of my hole. “Do you think I should punish you for having such a loose hole?” The thought had me moaning, the arousal shooting to my clit. The fingers not in me found my clit again, but unlike before where it had been just rubbing, he clamped my clit between two of his fingers and started jerking me off. It would’ve been purely pleasurable if not from overstimulation and the far too tight grip my clit was held in.

I found myself sobbing, my ruined cunt feeling agape and my clit on fire. “There we go,” he purred, “This is what you wanted, right?”

I nodded my head, praying he wouldn’t actually expect me to cum again like this. But the minutes dragged on, and soon he made an effort to fistfuck me so his knuckles dragged against my g-spot. It was slow, but the pleasure managed to rise to a spot where the rough fingers on my clit also started to feel at least a little pleasurable. Even so, an orgasm felt so distant.

Eventually, his mouth replaced his fingers, but instead of being gentle, he suctioned my clit hard, enough that it caused a fresh sob to wrack my body. But, fuck, deep past the pain it did feel good.

Against my best wishes, the orgasm did build, and this time I didn’t try to fight it, worn out. It slowly crested, the only real tell the involuntary spasms of my sore cunt.

“There you go, good boy.” His fist slowly ground to a halt, and then slowly pulled out. He wiped his fingers on a towel before grabbing his phone and taking a photo.

He held up the phone, most likely taking a video as he unclamped my labia, causing me to keen at the feeling of blood rushing back into them. He spanked my cunt a few times before easily slipping his fist back into my hole.

The club was loud but he was standing and waiting, watching everyone pass by she wanted his attention.

She made sure to flaunt herself a bit, dancing and grinding to show off the way she can move her body before he finally came up to her, separating her from whatever random stranger she was grinding against.

“Come now.” He whispered and led her out to his car.

He kept his hand on the small of her back until they got to the car where he then kept a vice grip on her thigh, not saying anything else even when Jessie would ask questions.

His hand finds its way to her back once more as he leads her to his apartment and gently pushes her inside, locking the door.

Before she could say anything, the man turns and looks at her. “Kneel.”

She doesn’t know how to react, and her timing must have been too slow because he shoves her down by the top of her head.

“I guess that will have to be part of the training. Now, open.” Her head was spinning, and once again she didn’t obey a command.

He smacked her across the face making her gaps, and before she knew it, he shoved his fingers in her mouth.

She tried to bite, but he took his other hand and wrapped it around her throat and yanked his hand out of her mouth.

He lifted her by her throat as she gasped for air, kicking and whining until he drops her on the couch with her ass in the air.

He’s quick to rip off her shorts and leave her ass and pussy exposed.

He smacks her ass hard making her jump.

“Stay still, fucking whore.” He begins to take off his belt and sets himself up to start the spanking of nightmares.

The man doesn’t go easy, he keeps beating her ass and periodically making her shove her pussy up so he can spank that too.

Jessie was in pure agony and this is not what she signed up for.

His assault lasted and lasted until she was an incomprehensible mess. She couldn’t feel - so floaty at this point from the mixture of pain and the inevitable pleasure, making her head spin.

He shoves his cock inside her pussy with no preamble but it didn’t matter, she was so wet that it was a welcome feeling with how sensitive her body was.

She was whining and moaning. The whimpers were loud, almost as loud as her cries while he began the spanking that left bruises and even some cuts on her lovely ass.

She wouldn’t sit for weeks.

“You given up? You gonna come to the conclusion that you’re just a fuckdoll who was flaunting herself. You wanted me to take you back there. You wanted me to fuck you senseless like a good little slut.” He was still pounding her pussy as she squirmed and cries at the pain from her ass and the pleasure in her pussy.

He pulls out briefly and collects some of his own cum to use as lube on her asshole making her scream.

His cock found purpose in her pussy while his fingers scissored her asshole.

He finally pulled out of her pussy and deemed it wet enough to fit right in her virgin asshole.

Jessie would have never in her life believed that she would cum from getting a cock shoved in her ass, but there was no other explanation for the sheer pleasure coursing through her. Her pussy was clenching at nothing making the experience even more intense.

She craved to have something, anything, filling her cunt but she can’t.

She could feel him start to pull out but he just shoved the cock back into her making her cry out once more.

“Reframing?”

“Yes. It’s a technique trauma survivors such as yourself tend to find quite helpful. When you reframe a traumatic incident, it can help you work past it. Usually done in a safe setting,” he gestures to his peaceful office, “with a person you feel safe with,” he gestured to himself, “you recount the traumatic event, and go through it in a play-by-play, acting it out, and working through all the tough, scary feelings that come up as you face it.”

“Oh…” the worry and confusion on your face settles at the explanation, “I guess that makes sense…. How do you do it?”

Slowly standing up, his hand came to his tie, loosening it. Dropping down to his belt buckle. “How does a demonstration sound?”

That’s how you ended up here— your cheek pushed into the carpet, pants ripped down. The speed he set is bruising. “Tell me again— how many times did he fill you up?”

He slaps your ass when he doesn’t get a response. When you finally sob out a wrecked, “t-three!” He pets your hair affectionately. His pace never relenting.

“Then I’ll fill you three times. Remember, reframing is all about repetition— fuck,” his hips stutter, before continuing, “repeat the trauma. Tell the story again.”

“I-I don’t want to—“

“You need to. You need to. Go ahead and start at the beginning, when did it happen? Tell me.”

“W-when I was…. Ah! Walking home…”

“How did he grab you?” His fingers knot in your hair.

“He— he grabbed my, my hair…” another sob shakes your body. “Then he pulled me into the bushes, a-and… started touching me…”

“How did he touch you?”

“Pushed me down, and… ah, put his… his hand down my pants, and mounted me…. Like, like a dog….”

“Fuck,” he mutters breathlessly, stopping to grind deep inside you, “like a dog. Like you’re some bitch in heat. That’s what you were, were you not?”

“No!”

“Yes, yes you are. You needed it, too. Say it. Say you needed it. Reframe it.”

“I…. I needed it…”

“Again.”

“I needed it.”

“Good job. Say it again, louder this time.” These soundproofed walls are such a blessing.

“I needed it!”

“What did you need?”

“I needed him to fuck my holes!”

“Fuck!” He lays over you, crushing you under his weight as he humps your little hole, filling it up with his cum. His cock throbbing as it pumps load after heavy load deep inside you. “Yes! Yes you fucking did! You need your stupid holes filled up all the time, don’t you? Yeah, you’re made to take cock. Made to be a perfect little cum dump. Fucking— fuck, take it. Take it.”

Your hour long session turned into two, then three. He assures you when it’s all over that it’s completely normal for reframing to take so long. He even schedules your next appointment for the same length of time, insisting that delving even deeper next time will be just the right thing for you.

Imagining them watching me one night while I fuck my ass, spreading my hole with a massive dildo while my vibe gets hot against my clit.

I finally passed out without cumming. The dildo dick still lodged in my ass from the sheer length staying inside me.

Wish that the person would come in through said window as I leave it open at night.

Let them throw the covers off and see how I’m soaked and the dildo is still inside of me.

I want them to rip the dildo off me and shove their own cock inside. It slips in due to my gaping hole and with no preamble just start fucking me like a little whore.

Push my head down against the mattress as I wake up thrashing and screaming and crying. The sobbing keeps blending in with my moans, unable to believe that being raped would make me so hot.

The intruder takes his cock out of my ass and proceeds to flip me over and shoved it harshly in my mouth making me clean off his cock before he shoves it deep into my pussy and starts pounding into my cunt.

He takes the dildo that I had in my ass earlier and with no regard for the stretch that followed, he shoved the cock inside my ass once more.

I was being double penetrated by some stranger off the street that watched me be a dirty whore for weeks.

“You scream and cry but I know deep down you love this you little cunt. I hear you moaning and whimpering every night, screaming and whining about how you need to get dicked hard. I couldn’t leave you a mess like that now could I? You needed help giving yourself relief so I know how to make it better. You just take this fat cock inside you, let me use all your holes like the good little rape doll you are. Let me destroy every piece of you until there’s nothing left. But that’s what you wanted right? Why else would you watch men use and abuse women, and then cum from that? I saw you cumming to that girl crying, begging to make it stop. Now honey, why don’t you beg for me?”

I would listen as he degrades and ruins me, getting more wet with every condescending insult. But he spoke all the truth - I’m a dirty whore, cumming to the dirtiest things so I must have wanted and needed this.

“Please? Please sir! I can’t take more please!” The mixture of pleasure and pain is too much and I would cum all over my rapists cock while he just pounds harder, getting turned on by my crying.

Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. “Try to relax, okay? I’m just going to start by indexing your memories.” The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. “So, uh, who usually gets this done?”

“Eh, you’d be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.” The technician’s eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.

He’s seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. “Is that what you’d like to have removed?” She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. “No? Something else?” Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.

“Everything else.”

The man raises an eyebrow. “You want me to remove… all of your memories… except for that one…?” Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. “If you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!” He sighs. “It’s your decision. But I can’t remove everything at once. It’ll take a lot of sessions.” The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. “Well, get started then.”

Checking over the rude woman’s memories one more time, he configures his program. “I’m going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. We’ll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.” She leans back in the chair. “When you wake up, you’ll feel like it was just a dream…”

The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.

“Do you remember me?” He asks. She stares up at him. “You’re a memory technician… I don’t remember your name…” The man smiles and nods. “Okay, good. What day is it?” The girl looks down at his feet. “I… don’t know…” He smiles again. “Perfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.”

A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. “Everything alright?” He asks, steadying the swaying girl.

“Yeah… I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train… someone had to teach me.” The man strokes her back. “You forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?” She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. “Here, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.” Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.

Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. “I can delete this for you too.” He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. “Uh… no… I’ll keep this…”

Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. “We have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I can’t take out more until you make some more.” A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. “That’ll take too long, is there something else you can do?”

“In theory… I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. You’ll think they’re yours.” The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. “…what kind of memories are they…?” He puts his hand on her thigh. “I’ve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?” She lays her hand on his. “…yeah…”

Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girl’s mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.

She’s almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping she’ll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. “What happened to you?” He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. “Some guy used me, just normal stuff.” The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.

Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. “I’m worried about you. I’m going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know you’re safe.” She doesn’t really understand. “Uh, yeah, whatever.” Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. “Looks like you’re still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.”

The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.

Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. “Do you remember me?” He asks, resting his hand on her ass. “Uh… you… you’ve been helping me?” The technician shrugs. “Close enough. You still need to pay.” She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.

A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes he’s the first to take her there. She’d remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. “…thank you…” Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. “…thank you for helping me…”

Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. It’s normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. “…thank you thank you thank you…” Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. “So good…”

“…I’m good…” Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. It’s infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.

“Squeeze tight.” He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. “Squeeze tighter.” The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. “More, you dumb slut.” Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.

“…thank you…” The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. “What do I do now…?” Easing himself out of her, the man stands. “Back to the chair for you. We have more work to do.”

She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. “Spread your legs.” He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girl’s face lights up as he turns it on.

“I thought we were done for the day.” She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. “Not yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.” The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. “Can we fuck again?” He codes a special memory, something deep. “After. We’ll do this first.”

“But I wanna fuck now… fuck my ass like that again… c’mon…” Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. “Still a brat.” The technician mumbles to himself. “Why can I not get rid of that.” He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.

The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.

“Do you remember me?”

The girl bursts into laughter. “Of course I remember you!” Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.

“I belong to you!”

The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. “Can we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?” A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. “Not yet. I’m going to take you home first.”  The girl pouts. “Ugh… Wanna get fucked right now…” He lets out a defeated sigh. “Still a little bratty, I guess.”

Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. “Home first. Then I’ll ruin you.” She looks confused. “I don’t remember home.” The technician unplugs the cord. “You haven’t been there before. It’s your new home.” The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. “And that’s where I get fucked?” He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. “Yes.”

“One last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.” He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. “Why did you crawl? Why didn’t you walk?” He asks, following behind her closely. “I dunno how to do that… can we fuck…?” The technician smiles and helps her cover up.

“Good girl. Let’s take you home.”

Therapist. Licking the tip of his finger, the man flips through his notes. The girl sits silently on the couch. Her misty eyes stare at the clock on the wall.

“Are you ready to begin?”

She doesn’t reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.

“Let’s get started. From the top, let’s go over what happened that night.” Her eyes drift down to the floor. “…again?” She swallows her words. “Trust the process.”

“Uhm… I went out dancing…” The girl’s unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. “And what were you wearing?”  She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. “…the clothes I showed you…” He nods. “Did you wear them today, like I suggested last time?”

Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. “…yes… under here…” The man smiles. “That’s good. You’ve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didn’t even want to look at those clothes.” He clicks his pen twice. “Let’s see them.”

Shallow breaths. She wants him to fix her. Lifting up the shirt, she reveals a thin lace top. He takes more notes. Her sweatpants slide down. A tiny frilly skirt barely hides her blue-and-white striped panties. Long socks match her underwear. Her therapist examines her. “Why do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?”

Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. “It was a rave… lots of girls dress like this…” He doesn’t respond, letting the silence invite her insight. “…I guess I wanted attention…” The man writes on his pad. “Well, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.”

“Was a little drunk… lost my friends… dancing on the floor… some guy started touching me…” Her small voice fades off. “Mmhm. Touching you where?” She’s getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. “He was groping my tits.”

The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. “Did he grab you like this?” The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. “No… was rougher…” Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. “Like this?”

She nods. “…pinching my nipples and stuff…” He recreates it for her. “Dressed up like that, it’s no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on you…” The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. “So what happened next?”

“…uhm… told him to stop…” He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. “Why did you do that? You’re letting him see your panties, don’t you think that’s a bit of a mixed signal?” The girl blushes a deep red. “…I dunno… I tried to get away… he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.”

“Going somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.” Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. “No… was just trying to have fun… told him to leave me alone… he grabbed my neck.” The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.

“Did he choke you? Like this?” She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. “What happened next?” She shakes her head. “Tell me what happened. It’s important for your therapy.” He chokes her harder. “I won’t let go until you do.” Her head spins. “…kissed me…”

Her therapist drags her in closer, pulling the girl onto his lap. His lips press into hers. His tongue fucks her mouth. She squirms and tries to push him away. He releases the choke, holding the back of her neck to keep kissing her. The girl slowly stops fighting.

“You’re doing good. Let’s keep going. What did you let him do next?”

Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. “Dragged me into the janitor’s closet… shoved me into the corner…” He nods and kisses her cheek. “Okay, we’ll go through that now.”

His powerful hands grip her by the waist. She stumbles as he drags her across the room. He pushes her to the floor in the corner of the room. “I’m sure you were fighting more than that. Don’t leave out any details.” The girl’s eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. “Come on, tell me.”

“I was crying, begging him to not do it… I sucked his dick… thought it would keep him from – “ The therapist cuts her off. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He strokes her hair. “It’s okay to cry here. Let it out.” She sobs. “I didn’t want it.” The man unbuckles his belt. She’s back in that closet in the nightclub. Tears run down her face.

The girl is still sobbing as she wraps her lips around his cock. Her head bobs quickly. The therapist grips the back of her head, fucking into her throat. He lets out a satisfied groan as her tears and spit mix, drooling down her slutty outfit. “So, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldn’t fuck you?” He doesn’t look down, but he can feel her nod.

“Try harder, then.”

Stroking his shaft, she sucks off her therapist. The girl does everything she can. Forcing it as deep as it can go, rubbing his balls, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Her facefucking gets more desparate. She knows she’s running out of time.

“Did he cum in your throat?” The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. “Guess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.” The girl gasps for air. “Please, no… just let me suck your cock… please… not that part…” Her therapist lays his dick across her face. “You’re almost there, keep going.”

He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. “He pulled my panties down… forced my legs open… he… he…” The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. “You’re more wet than last time. That’s good. You’ve made a lot of progress.” Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.

She lets out a quiet scream. The girl’s body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. “He held you like this, right?” Even as she struggles, she nods. “Was his cock my size?” A pathetic whine. “No, you’re a lot bigger…”

The therapist pounds into his patient. “I’m…” The girl twitches underneath him. “I’m…” Deep hard strokes. “No…” She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapist’s cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. “Did you cum?” The man asks, inches from her face. “Yes…” He keeps going. “I meant the night that it happened.” She looks up at him, filled with shame. “Yes…”

“You’ve done so well. We’re almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didn’t he?”

The girl’s eyes light up with fear. “No no no… not that part… please, no, stop…” Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? It’s okay to let go.” She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. “Please, no, stop. I want to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Is that what you told him?” He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. “Don’t cum inside of me. Don’t don’t don’t don’t…” She bursts into tears again. “Did he cum in you?” The therapist’s soothing voice makes her shudder. “Yes, but I can’t go through that part… I can’t…” He kisses her, stroking her head like a terrified animal.

The man gasps and lets out a long exhale. She feels his cum flood into her. The catatonic girl stares down at her used pussy as he slowly slides out. The sticky damp of her therapist’s cum pours down her ass. She can see him talking, but all she can hear is pounding in her ears.

He relaxes on the couch. The girl’s tongue cleans his cock. “Did you do this for him?” The man slowly rubs her back. “…nu-uh…” She nuzzles into his bulge. “You’ve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.”

Oooooh yes yes yes... Please someone do this to me...

“Please stop, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, please!” I have tears in my eyes as I stare up at him. He smiles darkly and shakes his head at me, “Oh no honey, I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet.” He clicks the remote in his hand and I arch my back and scream.

The maid quivers as his hands reach out towards her. He grips her tie. One hand gently holds the knot, tightening it up close to her neck. “Ensure that your dress is proper. Etiquette is discipline.” She whimpers and nods as he adjusts her clothes. Passing through the kitchen, he continues his rounds. Droplets of water fall from the kettle.

“Besides, that makes it even more interesting to me.” The princess’s voice. Pushing the large doors closed with her round bum, the maid brings a tray of tea and biscuits. “My advice is to go slow. Warm up to it with time.” Her bodyguard counsels. “You always advise caution.” She chirps back. “And you love to rush, princess.”

The servant girl nervously pours the tea, praying that she doesn’t overhear anything she shouldn’t. “I’m not as fragile as I look.” The princess eyes the bent over maid as she talks. “Believe me, I know that better than anyone. But I wouldn’t be fulfilling my oath if I was careless with you.” She takes the teacup from the trembling girl. A sip. The conversation lingers as the maid waits to be dismissed.

“Show me. Just so I can get an idea of what it would be like.” The noblewoman takes another casual sip. “On her.” Confused, the maid looks between the two figures. One large, the other small, both intimidating. The bodyguard sighs and steps over to the maid. Gripping her tie for the second time that day, he pulls up the hem of her uniform. The girl’s bare ass exposed, she panics and tries to push away.

Men his own size can’t escape his hold. The young maid has no chance. He drops her to the ground in one smooth movement, catching her just before she strikes the floor. On her knees, he holds the scruff of her neck. Her panties are pulled down. The bodyguard opens his belt, spits on his hand, and smears the tip of his cock. The servant squirms helplessly.

“Easy, little one. It’ll be over soon.” The man whispers in her ear as he pushes his cock against her hole. She bites her lip and whimpers. The tip slips upwards as her eyes widen. His huge hand covers her mouth. A muffled scream as he forces his cock into her ass.

Slowly, he starts to rock his hips back and forth. The maid shakes and smacks the marble floor with her palm. She lets out a faint sob as he removes his hand from her face. Posturing upright, he spits again, letting it run where her open asshole and his cock meet. The bodyguard thrusts into the tight girl, working a bit more in each time.

“You’re being too nice.” The princess dips a biscuit into her tea. The order is implied. Grabbing onto the girl’s shoulders, the man starts to pound her ass. Horrified and overwhelmed, the maid covers her own mouth. “Is she tight? Does she feel good?” The regal woman teases. He grumbles, methodically breaking in the servant. “Yes, princess. She’s good.”

“I want to see. Bring her closer.” The bodyguard drags the girl across the smooth floor. Picking her up, he turns to face the noblewoman. He pulls open her shirt, revealing her tits. The tie is held like a leash. Her legs are pulled wide open. The princess smiles and sips her tea as she watches the giant fuck the maid’s tiny asshole. A single droplet falls from her pussy as the man bounces her bum on his dick.

The maid’s legs give out. He holds onto her hips. Hanging from his hands, bent over at the waist, he ruthlessly uses her ass. A few savage grunts join the sounds of fucking as he cums inside her. The bodyguard exhales and gently lowers her to the floor. When his cock pops out, a stream of his cum runs from her hole and splatters onto the floor.

Crumpled on the ground, she hyperventilates. The princess takes the last sip of her tea and places it on the tray. “Very good. You’re dismissed, maid.” She gestures at the dishes. “Just clean up before you go.” The girl’s head hangs low as she struggles to stand. More cum runs down her leg. She reaches out to take the cups.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” A wicked smile. “I said clean up.” The princess points at the mess on the marble floor. The bodyguard looms over her. Not lifting her head, the maid takes a cloth and kneels on the ground. She wipes away the cum. Searching the white marble, she finds another puddle between her legs. A droplet falls and splashes. She wipes that away, too.

“Fix your uniform.” The man orders. “Etiquette, remember?” Dazed, the girl looks down at her body. Panties hanging off her thighs, dress pulled up above her hips, shirt open and breasts out. A tear stains her blouse as she fixes her disheveled clothes. “That didn’t seem so bad. If the help can do it, I’m sure I could.” The couple watches her as she corrects herself. She feels their eyes.

Crumpled on the laundry room floor, the girl hugs her legs. Face buried in her knees, leggings around her ankles, ripped panties barely hanging on to her waist. “Did you hear me?” Her best friend’s dad’s voice sounds so far away. Looming over the trembling girl, he pulls up his pants and buckles his belt.

“You don’t tell anybody what happened.” A few tears drip down between her legs, splotching on the small puddle of his cum that had leaked out onto the cold tile. “Answer me.” His gruff voice is tinted with his normal soft cadence. “yes…” The girl’s red eyes flicker at him, peering up from her curled limbs. “Yes what?” Her friend’s dad tucks in his shirt. “Won’t tell anyone what happened.”

“Good. Now clean yourself up and go back to bed.”

She never used to touch herself much. Once a week at the most. Now she frantically rubs at her clit for the third time that day. The girl’s phone rattles in her hand as her fingers work on her pussy. The screen is so close, her ragged breathing fogs the image. “ah… ah… ah…” Her phone slips and falls to the mattress. Curling her body, she whimpers to herself as she brings herself to orgasm.

“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.”

Alone in her room, the girl stares blankly at the video. Her heart pounds. Porn like this was something new to her. The middle-aged man brutishly forces himself into the younger woman. A cheerful chime sound notifies her of a text from her best friend. “Wanna come over and study tomorrow?” She reacts with a thumbs up. Rewinding the video, her hand dips back between her thighs.

The two friends procrastinate. A few half-hearted attempts at comparing notes in between painting their nails. The girl chooses a soft pink. Late into the evening, the pair snack on some cereal. The girl stretches and yawns. “It’s getting late, I should probably go…” She packs up her schoolwork. “…do you think your dad can give me a ride?”

Her best friend’s dad grabs his keys. They hug goodbye. Dropping her bag in the back seat, she climbs silently into the car. A quick text to her mom. I should be home in an hour or two. He starts the engine. Her house is only a few minutes down the road. “Didn’t tell anybody.” The girl mumbles to him. The man turns the wheel and pulls off onto a side road.

She stares out into the night as he drives to the woods. Darkness envelops them. Gravel crunches under the tires as he stops alongside the old road. Her eyes closed, she listens to the silence.

He grips her hair. “Stop! You don’t need to-“ Holding the back of her hair, the powerful man drags her face to his lap. “I’ll do it! You don’t have to make me…” His belt slaps across her face as he unbuckles it. She squirms and fights as he pulls his hard cock from his pants. “I’ll just suck it! Don’t!”

Forcing her head down, he pushes his cock deep into her throat. The girl gags. Both hands on the back of her neck, he grinds her face down until her nose touches his hip. She smacks at his thighs. Holding onto a fistful of her hair the man pumps his cock into her mouth. The girl can barely breathe. Every gasp for air is interrupted by a sob.

He gropes her mercilessly. One handful of her tits, one hand on the back of her skull. Her best friend’s dad groans and leans back. He facefucks the young girl in the family SUV. The pace increases. Droplets of her tears run down her cheeks and across her lips. She tastes the salty tears on his cock. His cock throbs in her throat.

The girl’s lips pull off his dick with a wet pop. He shoves her back into the passenger seat and climbs on top of her. “No. Please. No...” Her fresh pink nails claw at his chest as he forces her legs open. Pulling up her skirt, the man finds her fresh pink pussy. “No panties? Fucking slut.” She covers her face in shame. Rubbing the head of his cock against her hole, he grips her by the throat. “Wet too. Little whore.”

She shrieks as he thrusts his cock into her. Alone in the woods, nobody hears her scream. The girl shudders as he starts to rut inside. Cramped and awkward in the small space, he’s rougher than he needs to be. She twitches every time her friend’s dad’s cock thumps against her cervix. Gripping her wrists, he pulls her fingers away from her face and pins her arms to the headrest.

Holding both of her slender arms in one hand, his other hand takes advantage of her. Pulling up her shirt, he grabs her bare tits. A push on her knee opens her legs more and lets him get deeper. He squeezes her wet cheeks. Struggling in the seat, she can’t get away. “I would have done it…” The girl begs. “…I would have let you… stop… please…”

Her pathetic whining only makes him push harder. Grabbing the back of her head again, he tilts her head down. “Look at it.” She can see her tits bounce with each smack of his hips. “Look at what you made me do.” His thick cock stretches her out. Watching him thrust so carelessly into her, the girl falls silent.

“See it? What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Baiting me for years, now you want to pretend you’ll put out?”

The girl doesn’t respond. Her body shudders. He feels her tighten on his cock. Wet and slippery and crushed underneath his weight, the girl’s sobbing turns to short, sweet gasps.

“This is your fault.”

Her back arches. The man pounds into her faster and faster. All fight has left her body. She cums on his cock for the second time. It’s not as strong as the time on the laundry room floor, but it lasts longer. Pinning the little cocktease to the car seat, he cums deep in her bare pussy. Condensation runs down the foggy glass.

Relaxing in the driver’s seat, the man turns to his daughter’s best friend. Limp, her face is dull and expressionless. “Please don’t tell anyone.” He doesn’t answer. “Please. I’m sorry I baited you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing.” She lets out a quiet sob. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m like this. I’m sorry.” He gently rests his hand on her thigh. “Don’t worry. This is just between us.”

He drives back down the road. The girl’s tits still hang out of her shirt. His cum spills across the inside of her skirt. Her finger draws a heart in the foggy glass. The car smells like their sex. Pulling up into the driveway of her parent’s house, she looks up at the dark building. The lights are off.

“Guess they’re asleep…” She talks quietly, as if to not wake them up. “…need anything… before I go?” He seems annoyed by the question. Shoving two fingers into her mouth, he clarifies their dynamic. “Need anything? If I need something, I can just take it. Understand?” The girl nods, sucking on his fingers.

In the darkness of the driveway, he makes the girl roll on her side. Curled up in the car seat, she stays quiet for him. He lifts up his daughter’s friend’s skirt. The wet fingers from her mouth touch her ass. The girl twitches but stays still. The man pushes one finger inside. “Ever had anything up here before?” She shakes her head. “Better start practicing.” She nods.

The second finger pushes into her bum. More cum drips from her cunny, down her ass. Her cheek smears the wet heart she drew on the window. Quiet, desparate gasps. He watches her pussy leak as he works his fingers in and out of her. The man sees her hand appear between her thighs and start to rub. A few minutes of play. He slowly eases his fingers out of her.

“That’s it for tonight. You can go.” She looks a little sad as she opens the car door. “Tits.” He reminds her. The girl pulls her shirt down to cover herself up. “Thanks… and, uh, thanks for the ride…” He smiles. “You’re welcome.” Flustered again, the girl stalls for time. She fumbles to extend their time together. “And, uhm… thanks for… the other stuff… I’m sorry about… you know…”

“You’ll make it up to me.” He nods at the back seat. “Don’t forget your bag.” Dizzy, the girl collects her belongings. They wish each other a good night. The man waits until she’s safe inside before driving away. On the other side of the door, her bag drops to the floor. She pauses and bursts into nervous laughter. I’ll make it up to him.

“Help me! Are you home? I need help! Help!” Thoroughly confused, he moves to her door and knocks. “Uh… Hey? You okay in there?” A long pause. “…no. I need help.” Turning the handle, he peers into her bedroom for the first time. The man had always imagined it would be bizarre, but he’s still shocked by the scene.

A large TV facing the bed silently plays porn. The walls are covered in hentai posters, depicting women in painful, humiliating positions. A cage, a dog bowl - she doesn’t have a dog. The dresser is covered in sex toys. He steps inside cautiously, and drinks in more details. In her wardrobe hangs the two oversized hoodies she always wears and a few dozen sets of lingerie. The video playing on the TV is graphic and violent. Sticky notes of affirmation are pasted on her mirror. Cum dump. Stupid whore. Let him use you.

Standing next to the bed, his mouth agape, he looks down at his weird roommate. Her wrists are chained to the head of the bedframe. Her legs are spread wide, pulled open by more restraints. Shibari ropes cut into her body. A collar is tight around her neck. As his eyes wander down to her exposed crotch, he sees a big wand held in place by the ropes. Pressed into her clit, it buzzes faintly as the battery dies. A huge puddle of sweat and cum is under her ass.

“My key broke…” She whimpers pathetically. “…what…” He’s still trying to process everything. “I can’t get out. My key broke.” Shaking his head, he fiddles with the manacles around her wrists. The broken key is jammed into the lock. “…it’s always the quiet ones…” He mumbles to himself as he fiddles with the restraints. The girl twitches and whines as he fails to free her.