TW: Noncon, bullying, degradation
You're at a Halloween party, trying to have a night of fun away from your college bullies. You made sure they knew you wouldn't be here so you could have a night of peace while they're looking for you elsewhere.
So far, it's going well. You end up flirting with a guy who's wearing one of those light-up masks with X's for eyes and a stitched mouth. About an hour in, you follow him upstairs.
Once you're locked in a bedroom, you reach for his mask. “I want to kiss you.”
He pushes your hands away. “Later. For now, get on your knees.”
You have no idea who this man really is—what dark and twisted things he wants to do to you. You're just happy to finally have a night without your tormentors following you around.
He lets you suck his dick for a second before he takes over, thrusting into your mouth. You gag, but he doesn't seem to care much about your discomfort.
“Oh, such a good girl for me. Your throat was made for this.” He pulls out and thrusts into your mouth again. “So fucking tight.”
He stops long enough to cuff your hands behind your back before shoving his cock down your throat. You've always wanted to be used like a toy, and now, your fantasy is finally coming to life.
His hands are in your hair, and he's fucking your face like you're nothing more than a fleshlight. It doesn't matter when you gag or struggle to breathe.
When you whimper around his cock and try to pull back to get some air, he just holds your head in place. His dick is deep down your throat, your nose pressed to his stomach. You're completely helpless and at his mercy.
“You can take it,” he tells you. “Be a good toy for me. This is what you wanted.”
He watches with sadistic satisfaction as you start to panic. Your eyes widen as your need to breathe intensifies.
Only when you gag hard enough that you almost puke does he let up. He stares down at you, covered in drool and tears and precum.
And then he's groping your breasts like you're some kind of sex doll. Because to him, in the moment, you are.
When he pinches your nipples hard, you cry out, but your body instinctively arches into his touch. Even though it hurts, you somehow want more.
“You’re a little masochist, aren’t you?” He pinches harder, and his eyes light up when you wince. “Open wide.”
You do, but instead of fucking your throat again, he shoves his fingers far enough into your mouth to make you gag.
When he pulls out, you barely have time to catch your breath before he's yanking you up and bending you over the bed. He kicks your feet apart and slaps your ass, and a moan escapes you.
“You’re nothing but a desperate fucking slut, aren’t you?” He does it again.
Your cheeks burn, but a sick part of you loves being humiliated like this. “I am. Please—please fuck me like I’m a whore.”
“Oh, I’ll do much more than that.”
He flips your skirt up and rips off your fishnets and panties. “So wet,” he chides. “You really are the perfect toy, you know that? I bet I could fuck you right now, and I’d slide in with no resistance.”
“W-what?” you ask, panicked. “No, wait. You’re too big.”
“You can handle it. Don’t tell me no now.”
He slams into you, and it hurts, but it feels good, too. He ignores your screams, and you're sure no one else hears. The music from the party is too loud, and everyone is too absorbed in having their own fun.
The masked man keeps you pinned to the bed while he fucks you relentlessly. You writhe beneath him, powerless to stop him as he uses you for his pleasure.
“Take it,” he growls. “That’s all you’re good for. Just a set of warm holes to be fucked.”
Finally, he pulls out to give you a break. A bandana is placed over your eyes a few seconds later, blindfolding you.
He switches positions so you're riding him, but not before rewarding you with a kiss. It melts your brain, helping you to relax even though your pussy is already sore.
Just as you start to move, you feel his hands on you.
No, wait. There's more. You're being touched all over, by more than one person.
Your chest tightens, and your earlier panic comes back. “Wait—what? What’s going on?”
“Don’t worry.” He thrusts into you. “My friends want you, too.”
You're a little weirded out that he didn't mention this when he brought you up here, but their hands feel so good on your body. One of them sucks on your nipples, and it does you in.
“I’m gonna come,” you gasp, and just as you fall into your orgasm, one of the guys rips off your blindfold.
And in an instant, everything changes.
The three men in the room with you—with their hands all over you, giving you more pleasure than you've experienced in years—are your three bullies.
They watch with sick satisfaction as your cries of pleasure morph into a horrified scream.
“No,” you sob. You start struggling against them, but they hold you in place. “No, no, no!”
The one you followed up here—his mask now gone—keeps a firm hold on your hips. Even as you scream and cry and beg him to stop, he keeps fucking you, and his friends don't let you escape.
“How—how could you?” you cry.
He tricked you. For once, you thought you could have a fun night with a stranger, but it was all a ruse.
One of his friends silences you with a hand over your mouth. “You didn’t think someone would actually want you, did you?”
Tears burn your eyes. You're sure you look pathetic. Your clothes are ripped, your face is covered in drool, tears, and ruined makeup, and you're being held down by three men. Even your muffled whimpers sound humiliating.
And then the one fucking you comes, not bothering to pull out. He fills you with his cum, and you realize he's getting off on breaking you like this
Psssst this is a scene from Ruined by E. Bishop. It's in Kindle Unlimited and is mostly noncon smut with a little plot.
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