Just Some Blurbs

You smiled and nodded, sweating slightly as you wondered where he went. He was still speaking to you, loudly so you could hear him from the other room. You rubbed your hands on your school shorts and reminded yourself how to breathe before the man returned with a large, leather bound book. Once he sat down, it was clear it was a photo album. 

“See this lad? This was me when I was about your age.” It was a boy of average height, pale skin and shaggy brown hair with dark eyes. He smiled at the camera, a little forced but he had the gleam of childhood still in his eyes. You studied the photograph, then looked up at him. He smiled but he looked so… tired. You smiled back and said “I can still see the resemblance”, even though you struggled to do so. He laughed and thanked you, though you think he could sense your little white lie. 

He continued to flip through the book, shifting a little closer to you as time went on. You didn’t really mind, not thinking much of it. “This here was my wife when she was twenty.” “This is us when we rented our first apartment.” “This is our wedding day.” She was a beautiful woman, not fat, not skinny, almost unremarkable, but that’s where her appeal lay. She was unmistakably a woman, and you couldn’t help but feel some jealousy simmer in your gut. Insecurity +

“She was the love of my life… I miss her terribly.” 

Well, aren’t you an ass? The gentleman goes on about how she contracted cancer, ovarian, and that it killed their chances of having any children. But he still loved her and stood by her. She beat it, but she didn’t beat the breast cancer that they missed until it was too late. He tears up a little as he speaks about her, and you feel like shit and helpless to do anything to comfort him.  He places a hand on your thigh, but you don’t move to push it off or pull away. You hesitate but place your hand atop of his. 

“I’ve… I’ve been so, so lonely since she died…” The man placed the photo album onto the coffee table, sniffling as he turned to face you. You blinked, breaths coming out in short, surprised puffs as he leaned towards you. 

You don’t initially react when his lips connect with your own. They are a little dry, but warm. Quivering slightly as he digs his fingers into your clothed thigh. Your mind short circuits. Is this really happening? Your brows furrow as you consider what you should do. You feel genuinely bad for the old geezer. He’s not super old, maybe in his sixties at the most, still handsome in spite of greying hair, prevalent wrinkles and those dark spots some old people seem to get. He seemed nice enough, truly he did. It’s not like you’d be whoring yourself out for five quid, and it would be something personal, more intimate… 

A lewd warmth begins to pool in your gut. 

You decide to kiss him back and allow him to pull you into his lap. You could feel his erection press into your ass as you settled yourself in a comfortable position. The man was patiently waiting for you to make the next move, seemingly anxious that you might push him away and leave. You circled your tongue around his, moaning into his mouth as he cautiously groped your ass over your school shorts. 

“You’re such a cute boy… Is this really okay?” He mumbles into your mouth. You him in approval, nodding as you grind your hips against his. He shudders and begins to tug at your school shorts, as though he wanted you to take them off. You break the kiss enough so you can squarely awkwardly shimmy your way out of your bottoms, never leaving the man’s lap as you did so. You were left in your briefs, not your favourite pair of underwear but mighty convenient for this particular occasion. 

“You’re so warm…” 

The man’s voice is a low whisper as he fondled your rear. You tug at his shirt and he removes it after a little persistence and eyelash fluttering. His body was soft but not at all fat. Just average, but arousing thanks to the rather large age gap between the two of you. 

“I- If you look at me like that, you'll give me butterflies…” You whined as he leaned forward. The man kissed a line around your jaw, finding your neck and wrapping his lips around your pulse. 

F-Fuck… 

You worried what he would think when he figured out your… 'situation’ down there. Would he be angry at you? Would he hurt you like some have? Your back stiffened and your breath caught in your throat as his hand dipped down into your underwear. When he was met with a wet, sensitive slit instead of a hard cock, he froze. 

“…” 

Nobody moved or said a word. Your heart hammered in between your ears and your legs as his fingers lay frozen above your clit. He released your neck from his lips and you felt his shuddering breath against your neck. He was tense too, but not ‘I’m going to beat your ass and violate you for disappointing me’ kind of tense. You gathered your courage to speak. 

“I- I’m sorry… I should have said something earlier…” You waited for his response with bated breath. 

“…I-It’s okay. I’m just… surprised, that’s all.” His body lost some of its tension and he slid his fingers against you. You released a shaky breath of relief as he began to rub circles around your clit, his lips finding yours again as the two of you began to make out. 

“M-Mmm…~”  

You moan into his mouth as he rubs your clit. You grind your ass against the large bulge in his pants. The man dips a finger lower, collecting the lewd fluids that have begun to leak from your aroused quim and teased your entrance. You whimper in response. 

“I- I want it…” You moaned against his lips. He kissed you on the cheek as he slipped a finger inside of your vagina. He fingers you as he tugs at the hem of your school shirt. 

“R-Really? You want this dirty old man’s cock inside of you?” He plunges his finger in and out of you with increasing power. He lifts your shirt over your head and casts it to the side. You remove your chest binding and sign with relief as your modest breasts flop out of their confines. The man ogles your chest and his breathing picks up as you clamp down around his finger. You nod, gasping as he pulls his digit out of you and digs underneath your body in order to reach his belt and zipper. 

“Y-Yes! I want it! I want to make you feel good…” You moaned into his ear. You lifted your hips so he could free himself from his trousers. You gasp at the size of his cock as it pokes into your briefs. He blushes and looks away, seemingly sheepish about its size. 

“Maybe I should have told you about this too…” He mutters under his breath. You muster up a smile and swallow the saliva that’s pooled in your throat. 

“I can take it… Give it to me…” You purred, surprised by your confidence more so that the man was. He looked at you doubtfully at first, but when you wiggled your ass and ground your clothed slit against his length, he caved and moved to take your underwear off. 

Oh yes… please! 

“Are you sure, lad? I- I don’t have a rubber…” You shake your head and position your hips so your cunt is flush against the tip of his dick. 

“Don’t need one… I’m on the pill…” You pant as you tease yourself on him. What you said must have given him a confidence boost, because he grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his length with a throaty groan. 

Aided by some paltry lubrication, the man’s massive cock slides into you with some effort. You whimper at its sheer size and grit your teeth as your body struggles to accommodate its girth. 

He wasted no time in pounding your boy pussy. The widower gasps, moaning how tight you were around him and that you were such a kind boy for comforting a grieving elder. The affirmation and gentle words restores some of your control and reduces your discomfort greatly. 

You pushed him back against the couch, wondering if he would allow you to take control. The man gasps at your bold move but allows you to continue, settling back with his legs spread wide so you have more surface area to sit upon. You rest your hands on his shoulders, careful not to put too much weight on him as you begin to bounce on top of him. 

Such a lewd action greatly restores your control and feeling of self worth. 

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock…” The man groaned under his breath as he watched you work. He squeezed your hips and gave them a little smack as you slowly took more and more of his length inside of you. 

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a school boy…” He cups one of your breasts and gives it a squeeze. You moan as you lean back combing the hair out of your face and you bounce your full weight up and down his shaft. You felt it in your tummy, pressing into your organs every time you slid down him. It was a relief to pull yourself up off of him, but you missed the burning stretch of him splitting your insides apart. The man takes your breast into his mouth and licks harsh circles around your puffy nipple. 

“S-Sir-!~ If you do that, I’ll-!” You clenched and fluttered around him. Despite your protesting, you wrap your arms around his head and cradle him to your chest. The widower begins to thrust into you from below, and all you can do is hold on as he licks and suckles your sensitive bud. 

“M-Mmpfh-! Fuck yes, fuck yes! I’m gonna fill that sweet little cunny of yours up!” He moaned, fucking you with increasing power. You cried out I’m pained pleasure, gasping as you felt the head of his member repeatedly nudge your cervix hard enough to make your body buckle in response. 

“OH MISTER-!~ I’M GONNA CUM!~” 

“L-Let it all out, lad! I’m right behind you-!”

Fluids gush from your visibly aroused vagina. The massive cock inside of you stills against your cervix. Hot semen fills you up and a lewd warmth spreads throughout your body. 

You both pant, your body laying flat against his as he leaned against the back of the couch. Your pussy tingled and twitched, still full of his large cock. It throbbed inside of you and made you shiver with uncertainty. 

“Oh lad… That was so good.” The man rubbed circles into your hip with his thumb. You flushed in response, feeling strangely good for your deed. You rested your head against his shoulder as you caught your breath. 

“Thank you so much for that. I’ve been so lonely for so long…” It sounded like he was going to tear up again. You awkwardly patted him on the shoulder turning to face him. 

“If only that damn dysentery didn’t kill her…” You furrow your brows and frown. 

“Huh? Didn’t she die of cancer?” The man coughed a little and sniffled, face unreadable as he looked over at you. 

“W-Wh- Ah, yes, of course it was cancer. It was her sister that died of dysentery. At my age, things get confused, you know?” He coughed and sniffled again, then grappled you onto the sofa so you were underneath him and he was on top of you, his cock still partially inside of you. You blinked up at him, a little confused. 

“Anyway, do you think we can go for another round? It’s been so long since I've done this, and I’m all pent up…” Without waiting for your answer, he began to pound into you with little regard for your comfort. All you could do was hold onto him as he fucked your brains out on the couch. 

And in the bedroom… 

It was “baby’s first BDSM session”, you thought. A soft blindfold of silk, a binding of a similar fabric to the one that Avery held in his hands and instructed you to turn around so he could tie it over your eyes. You swallow nervously but comply, knowing it’s best to do as you're told than incur his wrath. You had spied some tools that Avery would be using on you. A vibrating wand, a dildo, a riding crop that made sweat squeeze out of your pores and coat your body in a thin sheen... You wish you could touch it, see how stiff it was, if it was a soft leather or something more hard. See how badly it would hurt. You bit the inside of your cheek as Avery touched your shoulder, his touch feather light and ticklish. 

Revolting. 

“I wan- C-Can- May I have a safe word?” You quickly corrected yourself. You mentally scolded yourself dumb bastard, what are you, a virgin?! You flinch as Avery takes a lock of your hair and tucks it behind your flushed ear. 

“Of course you may. What shall it be, princeling?”

Oh. 

A part of you was expecting a punishment. A stick for asking for a carrot. Avery must be in a good mood, or very horny, you muse. You try to keep your hands in your lap, still dressed in your school uniform as he rubs circles into your shoulder. 

“It’s- Um- H-How about marshmallows?” You wanted to slap yourself. 

“Marshmallows?” At least he sounds amused… It was the last safe word you thought of, your very first one, when you demonstrated the wooden horse at the museum, under Winter’s watch. It was a panicked choice, but at least cute, you hoped. Avery placed a kiss on your temple that made you jump. 

“Anything you want, sunshine.” 

He almost put you at ease, with his pet names and tone. His hand slid down your shoulder, towards your chest and to the buttons of your school shirt. Your heart skipped a beat and raced as he circled one of the buttons. 

“Arms at your sides, yes, good boy.” 

The praise nearly made you melt. Your breath came out in short gasps as he unbuttoned one, then another. Slowly… So slowly you almost wanted to get frustrated and rip it off yourself. But you are an obedient little boy, and you shiver and shudder as the room’s slightly cool air hits your bare chest. Well, your torso and your chest wrap. You wondered if Avery disliked it, if he would prefer to fuck a boy that looks like a girl, that had a wet cunny and a mouth that was a little too soft, too pouty, with eyelashes that were too long that fluttered every time he plunged his cock down his throat. 

The thought made you wet. 

You sigh, in spite of the fact that you are embarrassed that your average breasts flop free of their confines. You feel Avery leer at them, and you have the urge to cover yourself. 

“Ah, ah! None of that.” He grabbed your wrists and twisted your body so you were leaning away from him. He wrapped a soft fabric around your wrists, pinning them together and near the small of your back so you can no longer resist him in any way. The knot feels tight, tight enough that nothing gives when you give it a slight pull but not tight enough to make your hands numb. Yet. 

“Naughty boys get tied up… Are you a naughty boy?” He purred your name and you moan a “yes, fuck yes I’m a naughty boy”. Avery traced around your soft lips, swiping a thumb over your lower before pressing his digit in between where they parted. You moaned as you felt him press down onto your tongue. You imagine the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling slightly, eyes upturned in a partial smile as he unzipped his trousers. 

“Hnn… Yes, that’s right… Open up- Good boy.” Avery breathes as he shoves his cock into your waiting mouth. 

You groan as he begins to face fuck you. You lay your tongue flat against the bottom of your mouth, straining your jaw as you struggle to accommodate his thick girth. You gag as you feel him nudge your gag reflex but instead of readjusting or backing off, he continues on, careless that you were practically retching over his length and slobbering the kind of saliva that the body produces when it wants to protect your teeth from acidic bile. 

“T-That’s it! Fucking take it-!” Avery groaned, his balls slapping against your chin. It’s coated in your spittle, rubbing against you and leaving a sticky, cold feeling in its wake that makes your skin prickle and crawl. 

It wasn’t possible to keep track of time while you were bound and blindfolded. Was he face fucking you for seconds? Minutes? Your jaw aches so badly you struggle to keep it open, the joints creaking and popping with every slight movement of Avery’s hips. Tears soaked through your blindfold and some snot began to run down your upper lip. Avery plunged himself balls deep inside of your throat, holding the position and groaning as he cummed with twitching, pulsating motions. 

“Fuck, that’s a good little whore…” 

Avery grabbed you by your hair and you groaned, following wherever he placed you, which ended up with you being face down, ass up. He slid a hand down your spine before he cupped one of your ass cheeks, giving it a hearty smack before he jiggled the fat against his fingers. You heard rustling, the bed dipping as Avery planted a knee near your own as he reached for something. 

Is it wrong to hope for the riding crop?

“Stay just like that, perk that little ass up for me, won’t you?” He squeezed one of your cheeks tightly. It hurt where his fingers dug in, but it made you think about how good it would feel if those fingers were down your throat as he was fucking you raw. 

“What is a little pleasure without a little pain, hmm?” Again you could see the wrinkles around his eyes turning up, much like the ones near his mouth, with how deeply he was smiling. You gasped as you felt the cool, sharp and stiff leather of the crop dance across your skin, likely leaving a pale trail of dead skin in its wake. 

“Are you ready, sunshine?” 

Fuck yes you were… 

He didn’t wait for your response before he struck you hard on the ass. 

SMACK! 

You squeal as he whips you with the riding crop. It leaves a stinging, aching pain in its wake that seems to crawl across your skin. You curled your toes and kicked your feet out in a bid to soothe the overwhelming sensation that caused your pussy to tingle in response. Avery traced a gentle circle around the area he smacked, not at all soothing it and instead making your skin crawl. 

“Too much?” His voice was a mocking coo. You pouted, but quickly bit your lip and moaned as Avery rubbed your wet slit with the length of the riding crop. 

“Hear that?” Squish, squish, squelch. You nodded. Avery quickly removed the whip from between your legs and landed a blow on your other cheek. You scream in surprise, body crumpling in on itself as you bury your face in the bedsheets. 

“Address me properly, boy!” He sneered as he brought the crop back to your pussy. Your mind went blank as you moaned again, lifting your ass and grinding against the length of the whip. 

“Y-YES SIR…! It feels good…” Your back arched as Avery slid his palm up your spine, stopping at your mess of hair and grabbing the back of your neck. He massaged you briefly before giving you a squeeze and releasing you. 

“Good boy.” 

SMACK! 

He said it like a slur. And you liked that. “Boy”. Like it was play-pretend, like it was all make-believe. Like you were a delusional little girl and he was humouring you. “Boy”… You liked how he called you “boy”. “Princeling”. “Sunshine”. Avery knew what to say to make you swoon, what to say to make you wet. 

Cunt. 

Avery smacks you again.

Slut. 

You keen as your pussy clenches at nothing.

Whore. 

Avery pants as your ass reddens, imprints of the crop’s outline blooming on your skin in angry welts.

Cuntboy. 

He grabs the vibrator and presses it to your pussy, the large, blunt head gliding between your wet folds as it hums to life. You gasp loudly, moaning loudly as Avery focuses it on your stiff clit. 

“You are not to cum without my explicit permission.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he turns up the vibration speed, a flustered cry leaving you as you writhe against your silk bindings. 

“Is that understood?” Avery cranked up the vibrator to its highest limits and you scream. Your hips bucks against your will, grinding against the vibtator’s head as Avery moves it side to side and up and down the length of your sloppy wet pussy. 

Oh, yes, yes, yes…

“Y-Yes SIR-!” You squawked. Your voice was high pitched and trembled as you tightened your muscles. How do you stave off an orgasm?! You’ve never been able to hold back, not even when you really wanted to. Your mouth hangs open, moans and cries of desperation leaving you as you squirm against the vibrator. A scream of agonized pleasure leaves your mouth as the riding crop hits your ass, a crisp SMACK filling the air, nearly drowning out the hum of the vibrator and your desperate squeals. You shake your head and violently tremor as you desperately try to hold back the wave that was on the cusp of overwhelming you. 

“PleaSE SIR! MAY I CUM?!~” You all but screamed. Avery chuckled and focused the vibrator on your buzzing clit. 

“Not yet. Soon…” He purred as he watched you squirm. A little bit of blood welled up in some of the welts that littered your cushioned butt. He swiped his hand across one of them, relishing in how you squeak and flinch from his touch, moaning with your mouth open and saliva dripping from your chin as your sensitive quim fluttered open and shut before his eyes. 

You couldn’t take much more, but the whole point of this was the punishment, not the reward. Your eyes snapped open as you felt something solid, cold and blunt press into your entrance. 

“I-I CAN’T! SIR PLEASE!!!~” You scream as Avery circles the dildo around your hole. There was a pleasant wet squelch that filled the air. Avery hummed as he twisted the toy, as though he was trying to screw it into you. If it enters you, you’re going to cum. If it enters you-! 

Avery angles the vibrator against your clit. He teases your pussy with the dildo, it’s girth enough to make you shiver. Your mouth opened and shut rhythmically, babbles of mercy leaving it that went unheard. Avery slaps the dildo against your sore ass, replacing it back against your slit, a thrust away from penetrating you. You found your hips gravitating backwards, desperate to take back some measure of control. Avery rarely gives you what you want, but you believe he did so this time only because he wished to punish you for being so greedy. 

“OH MY GOD-! I’M CUMMING!!!~” 

You screamed as he thrusted the thick dildo inside of you. Fluids erupt from your visibly aroused pussy and splash all over Avery, though he doesn’t seem to mind. Avery clicked his tongue in disapproval, tutting you like you were a child that needed to be scolded. 

“What did I tell you, princeling?” He asks, voice a low rumble as he fucks you through your orgasm. It hits all the right spots, but makes you crave a real cock inside of you. You wiggled your ass side to side in a bid to get Avery’s attention. It seems to work, as he abandons the dildo in favour of putting a condom into his large, veiny cock. 

“You weren’t supposed to cum without my permission…” Avery gives your sore ass a smack, relishing in how you squeak and squirm against him. You felt slimy, cold liquid pour down your butt crack, partially coating his cock in lubricant as well. 

“Naughty boy… Now I have to punish you.” He spreads your ass cheeks open, slapping his hefty cock against the cleft of your ass. Avery groaned as he teases your puckered hole. 

“You’ll get exactly what you deserve…”

You cried out as Avery’s thick cock thrusted into your ass. In spite of the paltry lubrication, it hurt like hell. Your walls burned and struggled to accommodate him at first. Avery didn’t slow down, instead groaning at your tightness as he pounded into you. Something inside of you felt like it was about to break. Maybe it was your nerves, maybe it was the lack of control you have, but you started to panic a little. You pulled at your wrists, panting- almost hyperventilating- as you were brutally fucked from behind. 

Despite the pain, you found yourself moaning and pushing back against Avery. 

“That’s it. Take my cock, you fucking slut!” He slapped you on the ass, something landing near your head that might have been the riding crop. You sigh in relief, arching your back and squeezing down on the dildo in your pussy as Avery continues to thrust into you. He grabbed the dildo and began to fuck you with it, causing you to squeal and moan loudly. 

“Y-YES! JUST LIKE THAT!~” You moaned, nearly screamed. Avery leaned over and picked something up, but you barely paid it any mind. 

“You like it two at a time? I knew I picked you for a reason…” His voice was dark. His pace quickened, deepening his thrust to the point you felt it against your stomach. 

“You’re a whore.” 

SMACK! 

You screamed in genuine pain and tried to jerk away from it. W-What was that?! It felt like you were hit with some kind of rod, thin and maybe wooden or metal, but it hurt like hell and left a pain that was unlike the one the riding crop left behind. You hiccuped, sobbing and screaming again as Avery struck you on the sole of your foot. 

SMACK! SMACK! 

Your entire chest was wracked with sobs. You couldn’t think straight. What was the safe word? What’s the fucking safe word?! You tried to speak but only an undignified screech left your throat as you were struck again. Stinging lines formed all across the back of your thighs, your butt and the bottoms of your feet. You kicked your feet and wailed in pain as Avery struck you once more. 

“C-CAN’T- CAN’T BREA- STOP! STOP, PLEASE! AVERY! AVERY!!!” 

There was a pause, a heart stopping pause that settled like lead in your stomach. Your ass burned, your feet stung and ached. You strain your eyes against your blindfold. Stupid, pointless… Tears stained the blindfold’s fabric and wetted your cheeks, snot ran down your face and mixed with in with the thick ropes of saliva that dribbled down your chin. Your entire body shook, every nerve alight and overstimulated from a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure. You try to listen over your pounding heart but hear nothing. The safe word… the safe word! A moment passes, then two, then your stomach falls out of your ass and you screamed. 

“M-MARSHMELLOWS!” 

The safe word. Your safe word. A word you would never say accidentally during sex, within reason, of course. You feel Avery’s cock throb inside of your ass, your pussy rhythmically clenching at the toy inside you as you wait for Avery to pull out and remove your blindfold and bindings. You hear his grip on the stick-like instrument shift, audibly tightening as he shifts behind you. 

That stupid word tumbles from your lips, over and over again as Avery’s hips connect with your sore ass. You squirm against your bindings, voice changing to a shrill pitch and tone as the sole of your foot was struck yet again by the stick. A searing, stinging pain travels up your leg, settling in between your legs and causing an increasingly desperate “marshmallow” to turn into a girlish scream of agony. 

“A-AVERY!!! PLEASE-!” You wail as he grabs a fistful of your hair. He abandons the stick and covers your mouth with his other hand, preventing you from screaming out. His hips slam against your own, forcing you to hold yourself upright with your hands planted on the bed. 

“MMM-!!!”

You heard his breath come out in short gasps. Avery fucked you so hard that the condom he was using ripped, allowing cum to flood your intestines when he stuffed himself to the hilt inside of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the feeling of being so full causing you to cum. 

Lewd fluids gush from your pussy, causing the dildo to pop out of you with an audible sound. 

Your entire body was limp, battered and bruised and totally exhausted when Avery began to untie your wrists. They limply fell to your sides, your face buried in the bedsheets as he removed your blindfold. The feeling of the smooth fabric tickling the bridge of your nose would have made your face scrunch up, but you just didn’t have the energy to react. 

“You did so well, princeling.” Avery cooed. He stroked your hair, his semen dripping out of your ass and down the length of your cunt. You say and do nothing as he pats your head and gets up off the bed. 

“Make sure to clean up before you go.” He says as he redressed himself, leaving you alone to deal with the aftermath of his sadistic sexual act that has left you bleeding and weeping into his once pristine white sheets. 

“You’re so beautiful…” Kylar’s voice was muffled by your visibly aroused pussy. His eyes are half lidded as he looks up at you, his glasses skewed and stained with your love juices. 

Semen and other sexual fluids stream out of your anus and vagina, mixing together on the stained bedsheets. 

“You’ll make a- Mmpfh- a great daddy…” His hot breath on your quim made you writhe in agony. It’s too much. The slightest touch, just a breath on your cunt and you were clenching at nothing and groaning hoarsely. It was physically painful to orgasm, but still they came, every time Kylar pressed into your G-spot or flicked his tongue against your clit in juuust the right way to make you see bright stars on a fuzzy black background behind your eyelids. 

“D-Dooon’t- N-No more… No-“ You weep as he gently slides his fingers back inside of you. 

“You n-need to keep it all in!” Kylar whines, stuffing his cum back inside of you as your cunt desperately tries to expel the unwanted invaders. You don’t want to get pregnant… 

You don’t want to become a daddy… 

You don’t have the strength to pull at your bindings anymore. Every nerve in your body is on fire. Your nethers were numb, tingling and buzzing with something that once was pleasurable, but now is painful. Tears run down your face and soak into your hair and Kylar’s dirty bedsheets. You stare at a crack in the ceiling and wonder what that incessant scraping noise you’ve heard since you woke up was. You whimper as your body spasms, just as intense as any other orgasm, but dry. Kylar pulls his fingers out of your ruined pussy with a squelch and pops them into his mouth. He licks his fingers clean, careful to dig in between the valley between them before he wipes his chin with his sleeve. 

“You’re so handsome this way… You’re everything good in the world, you know?” He crawls up to your face and cups your cheeks. Your hollow eyes continue to dig into the crack, wondering if you stared hard enough, would the ceiling collapse on top of you? 

“Everyone else is bad…” Kylar kisses you on the mouth. 

“You- You’ll be a great daddy someday…” He places a hand on your lower abdomen, too high to be near your uterus but what, did you really expect a high school boy to know where the uterus was when the true ‘baby maker’ was just in between your legs. Kylar nonetheless stroked you lovingly, like he really cared, like the thought of being a daddy, himself, was the greatest honour there was. 

You struggled to keep your eyes open as darkness invaded your vision. A low groan shook you to your core. Did that come from you, or from the house? You hear scuttling above you, and Kylar gets a worried look on his face and his head snaps upwards. The light from his computer monitors reflects off his glasses, giving him a creepy glare look when he looks down at you. 

“I- I’m sorry! I have to go!” There was a slight quiver in his voice, as though he was scared. Your breath came out in short gasps as you felt yourself tilting backwards. This didn’t feel real. Nothing felt real to you anymore. You would pinch yourself, but your hands are bound behind your back. You feel the bed shift as Kylar jumps to his feet. 

“I’ll be right back! Don’t worry!” He quickly made his way towards the door. You think. It feels as though you are swaying side to side, in spite of the fact that you were currently laying flat on your back. You blink dumbly as Kylar scurries back over to you, partially crawling onto his bed and resting his hands on either side of your head as he leaned over you.

“I love you…” He whispered your name into your mouth. In spite of your darkening vision, you find yourself pressing your lips against his. 

God, to be so lonely you would do this to another human being… 

You couldn’t help but to feel sorry for Kylar.

You still weren’t ready to sleep just yet. Your brows furrowed as you felt Robin grope your average sized chest. His other hand pushed up your pyjama top just enough to expose your flat belly, his fingers picking at your waistband before his hand slipped underneath your bottoms and underwear. 

“…Mmm-“ You shift in response. You were in no way in the mood to be frisky, and tried to shy away from his touch. You didn’t want Robin to leave, but you didn’t want to have sex at the moment. Instead of getting the hint, Robin dipped his fingers down towards your clit and fully pushed your shirt up over your breasts, revealing them under the covers so he could grope your bare chest. 

…stop. 

Robin massaged one of your breasts, a finger circling around your sensitive nipple before he pinched it gently between his thumb and forefinger. You flinch, ass involuntarily grinding against the tiny bulge that poked into one of your cheeks. He rubbed slow circles around your clit, gradually picking up speed the more you began to squirm. You grabbed his wrists as his fingers slid lower, towards your entrance. 

“…Robin, please-“ You hissed in between clenched teeth. Still not getting it, or maybe just ignoring your protests, he continues on, retracting the hand in between your legs in favour of pulling his own pyjama bottoms down. 

Your heart hammered in your ears as you laid there, uncertain if this was actually happening or not. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt Robin pull the back of your bottoms down. You could feel his little cock poking you, smooth and slightly slick from what must be a condom placed around it. You sucked in a deep breath as you felt Robin position himself against your sensitive cunt. 

Despite how dry you were, he was a thrust away from penetrating. 

“Robin! I mean it! I’m seriously not in the mood!” You say, louder this time. You turn to look at him, but he has your hip and tit  in a tight grip, keeping you in place as he teases your entrance. 

“Come on… It’ll be quick… And we’re already…” Your sense of control cracks as his tiny phallus invades your body. It’s so small that you barely feel it inside of you. 

You bite your lip as Robin thrusts into you. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good… Even a small dick can feel nice when it’s used appropriately! But you just… didn’t want it right now. And Robin just ignored your protests and put it in anyway. 

You stare ahead, annoyed at the incessant poking and prodding behind you. Robin lifts one of your legs out of your bottoms, giving him a better angle to fuck your tingling pussy. You were starting to get wet, but you just felt annoyed instead of horny. Robin tweaks one of your nipples, causing your back to arch and a moan to escape your lips in spite of your best effort to hold it back. 

“Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right B, A, Start…” Robin whispers under his breath. Usually, you find this cute but right now it aggravates you deeply. You roll your eyes, huffing audibly as Robin picks up his pace. 

Just get it over with already! 

Your body is jostled by his movements. Your breaths come out in short puffs, arousal slowly building inside of you, though much slower than it was for Robin. He was already trembling behind you, burying his face in your hair as he thrusted as deep as his tiny cock would allow. 

“O-Oh-! You feel so good!~” 

Ordinarily, such a thing would make you blush, but you just gritted your teeth as you felt him pull out of you. Robin gives your breast a squeeze as he takes his condom off, throwing it into the waste bin that was beside your bed. What? Does he seriously think you got off?! Is he going to leave you hanging?! 

He does, much to your chagrin. Robin is practically snoring by the time he rolls back over and wraps his arms around your partially exposed body. You snort as you pull up your pyjama bottoms, annoyed you were still horny and unsatisfied from that unwanted fucking. 

Did… Did he just-?

You push the thought from your mind and close your eyes, trying desperately to focus on sleep that wouldn't come to you that night.   

No matter how hard you scrubbed, you still felt dirty in some way. In between your legs, in the cleft of your ass… It was slimy with your arousal and phantom semen, from sewer rapists and dogs and your own headmaster. Your finger circles around your stiff clit and you moan softly, remembering how good it felt to be fucked against your will, how dreadful it was, how sickening it was. You traced up and down your slit, biting your lip as your toes curled and a slimy film covered your finger even in the tub’s slowly chilling water. 

You’re so fucked up. 

You quickly finish your bath, ignoring the pounding heat in between your thighs. It wasn’t a very pleasurable bath, but it could have been worse, you suppose. You pull the drain up with your toe, still sitting in the bottom of the bath and leaning against its side. You’re so tired… You had promised Robin you would study with him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. He’ll understand… you think to yourself. Robin always understands. You close your eyes and sigh, mentally preparing yourself to stand up. 

“Ugh- H-Huh…?” Your eyes snap open as you feel something slide against your inner thigh. You look down, stomach dropping to your feet but you see…

Nothing. 

Nothing…? The feeling was gone just as quickly as it came. You paused, heart pounding in your ears as you waited. 

…?!

You gasped as something wrapped around both of your legs. 

It pulls you towards the drain, and you aren’t sure if you should scream in terror or if you should keep your mouth shut in order to prevent someone from taking advantage of your circumstances. W-What is it?! You strain your eyes, and lo and behold, you see a very faint outline of what looks to be two tentacles squeezing out of the bathtub’s drain. It was totally translucent, sticky and cool to the touch, but solid in a way that was totally alien to you. You grab at the one around your right leg and desperately begin to pull at it. 

“No-! No, no-!” You begin to hyperventilate as the tentacle doesn’t budge. Out from the drain, a myriad of small, blob-like creatures pop out, one after the other. Your eyes widen, throat closing up as you try to swat the slimy blobs away from between your legs. 

“S-Stop-! Stop it! Please-!” You begged in a hushed tone. You gasp as you feel cool slime touch your inner thighs and the curve of your ass. Your attempts to squirm away are negated by the tentacles that hold your legs in place, open wide so the little slime balls can migrate towards your twitching pussy and ass. 

Your sense of control cracks as you feel one of the blobs wiggle its way into your pussy. It slides past your fingers and into your hole with ease. You gasp, a feeling of disgust and arousal washing over you and gripping your stomach violently as it worms its way deep inside of you. Much to your horror, more slimes followed the first, and the first of many made their way into your asshole. 

“N-NO-!” You cried out, thrashing and squirming as you dug your fingers into your sensitive quim. You could feel the slimes twisting and wiggling deep inside you, to a point where you wouldn’t be able to reach them anymore. They squirm and press into all the places that make your body twitch and your pussy clench against your will. 

Some migrate deeper inside of your pussy, leaving behind something that makes your stomach turn. 

You gasp and nearly scream as a slime wiggles its way into your puckered asshole. Another quickly followed, then another. You try to dig them out of your ass but fail to gain any purchase. Arousal was building inside of you at a rapid rate. When you feel the slimes in your ass go deeper inside of you, you collapse in the tube and begin to buck and convulse. 

“H-HNN-!~” 

You stare at the ceiling as you cum, fluids gushing from your quim as you are unable to react to the slimes that migrate towards your average sized breasts. They latch onto your erect nipples, sucking and massaging them as their fellow slimes violate your other holes. 

They squirm inside of you, forcing your hips to jerk skywards as you chase the feeling of them pressing into your G-spot. The ones in your ass fill you with some kind of fluid, making your asshole feel slick as it drips out of you. You could do nothing as more slimes crawl over your arms, wrapping around your wrists and pinning them to the sides of the tub. Other slimes slither towards your open mouth, sliding in and wrapping themselves around your tongue as more wedge their way down your throat. 

“GLURK-!” 

Something inside of you began to break as the assault continued on. You could do nothing but stare ahead, cumming as all of your holes were raped. One particularly curious slime slid up towards your clit, getting distracted by another opening as one of its brethren wrapped around your clit and began to suck and massage it. Your eyes snapped wide as you felt it slide up into your urethra, causing your back to arch and a muffled, gurgled scream to leave your clogged throat. 

“GLURG-!” 

Tears welled in your eyes and streamed down your face as slimes squeezed past your cervix and crawled into your womb. Your piss hole was raped, the slime going deep enough to make every inch of your body crawl and a sensation akin to an intense orgasm wash over you as it ticked your insides. Make it stop… Please… 

You don’t know how long it lasted. Minutes? Hours? How has no one found you?! Can’t they hear your distress? This is the only bathroom the orphans have access to! Why hasn't anyone come to rescue you?! Where was Robin…? 

One by one, the slimes oozed some kind of fluid inside of you, making your insides feel full and sticky. It left a foul taste in your mouth, and a horrible texture down your throat and in your stomach. You even felt your bladder fill once again, much to your dismay. Urine and slime trickled out of you, until you were pissing yourself as the slimes all began to retreat down the drain from once they came. 

You coughed as the slimes left your mouth, slithering down past your breasts where the slimes there detached themselves from your overstimulated nipples. You shudder and moan as your clit is released, as your womb is vacated and your ass emptied of its invaders. Is… it finally over…? The tentacles that held you in place loosened their grips, and slowly slithered down your thighs and back into the drain, much like the slimes that held your wrists in place. 

As quickly as the attack happened, it was over. Blinking, you crane your neck down towards your body, seeing all the clear slime that coated your body from all the little monsters crawling all over you. You shudder and gag, feeling sick as you sit upright. 

…You need another bath. 

You bolted from the classroom and down the hall. You didn’t even know where you were running to, or that Sirrus, the science teacher, had caught you as you nearly plowed into him. 

“Hey-! No running in the-! Uh, are you alright?!” It must have been written on your face, pale and sweating. You wanted to duck out of his grasp, but you just stood there, stammering stupidly as you tried not to hyperventilate. The look of annoyance on Sirrus’s face faded and it was instead replaced with a look of sympathy. 

“Hey… Hey, no, it’s alright. Come on-“ He led you to the faculty break room, allowing you to sit in painful silence as you got your hammering heart under control. 

“I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s alright. I didn’t see you, alright?” You nodded, barely hearing Sirrus. He handed you a bottle of water and you sucked half of it down in one gulp. 

Detention is going to be hell today… 

***

It was hell. You were surprised to see that you were the only one in the classroom, with Leighton sitting at the front of the room with his arms crossed and his legs spread open wide. You swallowed thickly as he beckoned you over with a stern face and a crook of his finger. 

“Get over here young man. Now.” His tone made you duck your head in shame. Like you’re the one in the wrong, not him! You chewed the inside of your cheek as he gestured towards his lap, pointing at your shorts as he spoke. 

“Pull your trousers and underwear down to your thighs and lay across my lap.” Your face burned with humiliation. Really? What are you? Five?! You knew this was a common punishment headmaster Leighton gave out, but had never been witness or subjected to it personally. You swallow again, hesitating, but quickly grab your shorts and boxers as it became clear Leighton was getting more and more pissed the longer you waited. 

“Hurry up!” 

You just knew the bastard was getting off on seeing you squirm, even before you laid your stomach against his lap. This is… so surreal. A lot of bad things have happened to you recently, this is probably one of them. But at least it’s not the worst thing… you think to yourself as you try to focus on someone other than Leighton’s intense gaze on your bare ass cheeks and his hand raising into the air just before it comes crashing down onto your sensitive skin. 

 “URK-!” Your eyes widened and your legs jerked against your will as Leighton rained blow after blow down onto your rear end. At first, it wasn’t so bad. It was totally tolerable, actually. Embarrassing, humiliating even, but tolerable. You could almost focus on something else, the cracks in the ceiling, a rouge dust bunny in the corner, a forgotten pencil peeking out from underneath a cabinet… Pretty soon, though, you started to get sore. 

And the sorer you got, the more vocal he got. 

“Bad boys get punished! Do you understand me?!”

SMACK!

“OW-!”

“If you would have behaved, none of this would have had to happen!”

SMACK!

You whimper pathetically as you feel something small and hard poke into your lower abdomen. 

Leighton was getting off to this! You tried to grit your teeth and bear it, but it was difficult, given that your ass was no doubt bright red and becoming raw from the abuse it’s been subjected to. Even you were starting to feel… something from this, though you chalked it up to your past traumatic experiences and your body responding accordingly. Flashes of the sewer vagrant pounding your once virgin pussy, along with him beating your ass at every other thrust of his hips made your sensitive pussy wet with anticipation. Your moans of pain began to twist into moans of pleasure, and you rubbed your thighs together against your best effort to keep your body still. Leighton immediately took notice and groaned, grabbing one of your sore cheeks with his hand and jiggling the fat around in a way that made your pussy tingle and ache. 

“What a fucking tease… You’re just a dirty little bastard, aren’t you?” Leighton all but groaned as his fingers dug into your hyper sensitive butt. You could feel his fingertips graze against your puckered hole, spreading it apart and massaging the rim of it. His index finger slides against the slick in between your thighs, but he purposefully avoids touching your pussy as though to tease you further. 

“You like that, don’t you?” 

SMACK!

You cry out in pained pleasure. You wiggle your ass, whimpering as Leighton goes back to bouncing and jiggling your ass with his hand. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise as you heard the headmaster gather spit into his mouth before he spat it down the crack of your ass. 

“Don’t move and don’t you dare make a sound, you hear me?” Leighton growled as he slathered his index finger in his saliva. You gasp but quickly cover your mouth with your hand as you feel his finger circle your asshole, before it plunged inside of you with a slightly wet squelch. 

“T-This is all a part of your punishment…” Leighton panted as he began to finger your ass. You squirm, a  moan muffled behind your hand as he finger fucks your asshole, hooking his finger into your sensitive wall and drags it down until it hooks against the rim of your hole, forcing it back inside of you and doing it all over again. You rub your thighs together, head tilting back as your entire body shifts with Leighton’s movements. 

“You like that…? Of course you do. You’re just a little slut, aren’t you?” He added a second finger and you cried out from behind your hand. 

“You’re a little cunt boy that loves to be fucked in the ass…” Leighton grabbed a fistful of your hair and began to finger fuck your ass, forcing your head back so he could get a good look at your red face as he violated you. He panted loudly, grinding his tiny cock against your body as he repeatedly plunged his fingers in and out of your loosening asshole. There was an orgasm building inside of you, somewhere deep in your vagina that was just barely scratched by his fingers digging into your walls. You tried to angle your ass so you could feel it better, but he pulled his fingers out and began to spank you again. 

“You think you have control here?! HUH?!”

SMACK!

SMACK!

You scream in pain, crying as he hits you over and over again. He smacks you a fourth time, then a fifth. After the sixth, he picks you up by your hair and slams you down onto a nearby desk. 

“You fucking bitch-! You little fuck-!” You could hear him fumbling with his belt and zipper, then loudly with a condom wrapper. You couldn’t see it from where you were laying, but you knew he rolled it down onto his dick. 

“I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget-!”

Your mouth hangs open in an ‘o’ shape as you feel the headmaster’s tiny, condom-wrapped cock slide into your virgin ass. It’s so small you barely feel any discomfort, but it’s robbed you of something you will never get back. Leighton wastes no time in fucking you hard and fast, grunting and groaning as his balls slapped against your bare, wet pussy. It wasn’t deep enough or girthy enough to hurt, but it scratched an itch that you felt somewhere in your core, and you moaned as he pulled your head back and licked your sweaty neck with his tongue. 

The desk squeaked and trembled in protest the harder Leighton fucked you from behind. His little cock spreads you enough for you to feel it, but not enough for you to really get any true enjoyment out of it. Did that sewer dweller and the dogs totally mess you up on what feels good…? You pulled your leg out of your shorts and briefs and hooked it over the top of the desk, giving the headmaster the ability to deepen his thrusts ever so slightly. It also opened up the possibility of your clit grinding against the desk’s top. You moaned unabashedly, cooing and moaning encouragement under your breath as Leighton’s thrusts became sloppier and sloppier. 

“Y-Yeah… Yeah! That’s a good boy! Taking my cock like a fucking seasoned whore-!” Leighton moaned into your ear, licking its shell before nipping at your earlobe. You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, pussy clenching at nothing as you hear the headmaster gasp and grunt into your ear, cumming inside of his condom as you cummed around nothing at all. 

Red faced, Leighton quickly removed himself from your slick ass. He was out of breath, much like how you were, and he stepped back away from you. He quickly stepped back up to you and grabbed a fistful of your short hair. 

“G-Get out. Get out and tell no one of this-!” He hissed in between his teeth. You silently nod, under no uncertain terms would you ever admit to being fucked anally by the headmaster, anyway. Leighton releases your hair and smooths down his suit jacket. 

You grimace but comply, heart pounding in your chest as your vision is obscured into darkness. Even though you shouldn’t trust this individual, especially given how he all but abducted you the first time you two ‘met’, but he’s never done more than grope you, and the money he gives you for a few hours of ‘work’ is more than worth the humiliation you face every time you do this…

“M-Mmpfh- Don’t-“ You start as he begins to grope your flat chest, but your voice catches in your throat as he begins to unbutton your trousers. He pulls them down to your ankles, and you know you are expected to step out of them. 

Which you do without verbal complaint. 

Your heart throbs in your ears as your shirt is yanked over your head. Standing in only your boxers and chest wrap in front of a stranger whose name you didn’t know was so embarrassing… It wasn’t as embarrassing as having your chest wrap taken off, your tits bouncing free and causing your arms to fly to your chest. 

“No, no~ You know better than that-“ You grit your teeth as he whispers in your ear, grabbing your wrists so he can cuff them behind your back. The cold metal hurts your wrists, but it’s nothing in comparison to what comes next… 

“That’s it… That’s a good boy…” He purrs into your ear, cupping one of your breasts into his hand and massaging it gently. Your back arches, your thighs rubbing together as he nibbles at your ear and neck and pinches your hardened nipple in between his fingers. A soft groan escapes your throat, and you feel him lead you deeper into the basement, where he abruptly stops you but continues fondling your chest. 

“Are you ready to get to work? He whispers into your ear. He grabs both your tits into his hands, jiggling them in his hands before letting them bounce free. He grabs both your nipples in between his fingers, moaning softly into your ear as you squirm back against him. 

“Stop it…” You whimper softly, tears filling your eyes and soaking into the blindfold as your nipples slip in between his fingers. One of his hands goes to your boxers, pulling it down past your knees so your visibly aroused pussy was on display. You opened your mouth to say something, but was cut off by a gag being placed in between your teeth. 

“Atta boy… Just come over here and sit down…” You were led, blind, to a sort of chair, one that you have become intimately familiar with over the past several months. You were slightly reclined, either of your feet placed in stirrups that had your legs tied in place, so you couldn’t pull away once the ‘fun’ started. You panted from behind your gag, flinching and whimpering as you felt something cold and slimy touch you in between your legs. 

“I’ll just… lube you up… Ha-” The man panted as he slathered your genitals in lube, flicking your erect clit with his finger before he circled around your entrance. 

Slowly, he pushed a finger into your pussy. Your back arched, senses enhanced thanks to your blindfold and tied limbs. You were tight but already wet, the lube making it easy for him to slip not just one finger inside of you, but two and even three other fingers inside of you. He did it slowly, as though showing off for the camera, before he began to rapidly pump his digits in and out of your stretched hole. It was more than enough to make you moan, wanton and unabashed as your back arched. You couldn’t move thanks to your binds, and it frustrated the course of your arousal. 

“Ready, big boy?” He whispered into your ear as he pulled his fingers out. You huffed in annoyance, but it was quickly replaced by fear and arousal as you felt a rubbery, blunt head line up with your entrance. 

“Have fun~” He called out as he walked up the stairs. He closed the door behind him, leaving you to the device that slowly began to move against you. 

It vibrated at a frequency that was unstable, constantly changing rhythm and intensity, so you couldn’t become accustomed to it whatsoever. You jump and squeak as your thigh was whipped, the sound swiftly replaced with a moan of pleasure as your clit was massaged point blank. You grit your teeth against the ball gag, groaning in between whips as the large dildo began to work its way inside of you. 

You lean back and try to enjoy it…  

The dildo punches into your cunt, a low groan escaping your throat as it thrusts into you. It vibrates erratically, not giving you enough pleasure to make you cum just yet. You know what the audience wants and try to give it to them. A whimper escapes your throat as the whipping increases, welts rising on your thighs as your body jostles in rhythm with the machine’s thrusts. You allow your head to bounce from side to side, crying out in pain as something wet begins to slide down your legs…

Blood or cum? It could be both. The thought gets a rise out of you, your heart throbbing behind your eyes as much as it was between your legs. You were already cumming, squirting all over the synthetic cock that was now pounding into you with little regard to your stamina or need for a break. It was overwhelming, forcing every muscle in your body to tense as your G-spot was massaged… only for it to stop when you need it most. You don’t cum because it feels good, you cum because you have no other way to relieve the stimulation that you are experiencing. It whips you and you cum. It vibrates against your clit and you cum. It pounds against your cervix and you cum…

It always feels like hours pass before he comes to get you. You almost don’t feel the machine power down, the dildo slipping out of your red raw pussy and your welt and blood covered legs left unwhipped. Your legs were released, then your wrists. Then your gag was removed, along with your blindfold. Even though the basement is quite dark, it takes your eyes time to adjust to the light. You slouch in the chair, panting as the man takes the video camera down. He rewinds the tape and your high pitch squeals and moans of pained pleasure can be heard from the camera. It stresses you out and humiliates you further…

“Very good! Very good…” He snickers to himself. Your clothes were thrown haphazardly onto the floor next to the chair. It takes you several minutes to dress yourself but he doesn’t bother you in the meantime, too busy watching over the porno you have starred in. 

“This is perfect! Great job as always! Here’s your forty, as always.”

You are paid forty pounds for your troubles.

“Yeah, yeah… Thanks…” You mumble under your breath. Your legs are still weak, and it hurts to wear pants, let alone to walk. The man looks you over, as though you are a tasty morsel and he hasn’t eaten in weeks. 

“Say, if you still aren’t satisfied-” 

“No.”

“But-” You turn and give him a look. If looks could kill…  

Luckily, he knows better than to push his luck with his best actor. 

“MY CHILD! Oh, Charlene! You’re alive!” His voice was shrill and he all but screamed in your face as he grabbed at you with his dirty hands.

“Daddy has missed you so much!” 

This ‘Morgan’ pulled you into a hug, making you believe that for a brief moment, he wouldn’t hurt you. His grip was uncomfortably tight, and it wandered around your body as though he was looking for something. 

“I knew it… I knew they were lying to me!” Morgan cries as he suddenly tips you off balance. 

Your eyes widened as he forced you to the ground. He was quite a bit larger than you, and manhandled your arms into the grip of one of his hands with ease. He stared at you with crazy eyes, wide and shiney even in the darkness of the sewers. He grabbed your shirt with his free hand and yanked it up to your chin.

“Oh, my little Charlene! You’re just as cute as the day I lost you…!” You squirm and gasp as he grabs at your binded chest, pinching at your flattened nipples and becoming visibly frustrated as he struggles to gain any traction whatsoever. 

“Charlene! You naughty little girl! Are you hiding your ‘bitties’ from daddy again?!” He dug his fingers into your chest wrap, making a face that made whatever fight that was brewing inside of you shrink and die on the spot. 

“Am I going to have to ‘punish’ you?” His tone was dark and you shook your head ‘no’. Morgan didn’t seem to acknowledge it much. You whimpered as he pulled and yanked on your chest wrap, your tits shifting around before bouncing free from their confines as he ripped them free with a particularly violent tug. 

“Oh… Baby, you’ve grown from the last time I’ve seen you!” Morgan cooed as he took one of your average sized breasts into his dirty hand. His overgrown nails bit into your skin, and you felt warm nausea wash over you and he kneaded it like a kitten trying to get milk from its mother. 

“P-Please let me go…! I’m not Charlene! I- I-! UGH-!~”  

You inadvertently moaned as he took your nipple into his mouth. Morgan groaned as he nipped and sucked at your hardened bud, flicking his tongue against it in a way that made your legs spasm and your cunt feel… weird. You didn’t like how it felt at all! You squirmed in place, gritting your teeth and hissing through your teeth as Morgan suckled on you as though he was trying to get milk out of you. 

Why did that thought make you feel… weird?  

“Oh, no milk for daddy…? Well, that’s alright, I can change that real quick-” 

Your eyes widened as he released your breast and began to tug your pants and boxers down to your thighs. You shook your head, desperately trying to speak, but the madman spoke over you, talking about things that didn’t make any sort of sense. Talks of a ‘noble’ house, of ‘them’, whoever they were, about things in the dark, secret societies, government projects, conspiracy theories that made your head spin… You cried out as your virgin pussy and virgin ass were exposed, Morgan becoming visibly excited as he ground his massive, hard bulge against the knee you used to try to distance his pelvis from your core. 

“You’re so cute when you squirm, Charlene…” Morgan cooed as he pulled your pants and boxers down to your ankles. You yell for him to stop, but he ignores you.

“Are you afraid it will hurt like last time? Don’t worry! Daddy will make sure your pussy is drenched before he sticks it in!” 

Morgan grabs one of your wrists and pins it down, moaning as he ground his bulge against your bare thigh. He brings two of his fingers to your vagina, sliding the dirty digits against your folds in a way that makes your body heat against your will. 

“Nghh-! Don’t-! STOP-! PLEASE-! SOMEBODY-!!!” Your voice echoed off the walls of the sewers, but you already knew there was no one there to hear you. Morgan didn’t seem bothered by the noise you were making.

“Now, now, Charlene, be a good girl for daddy…” Morgan grunted as he teased the entrance of your virgin cunt, his fingers a thrust away from penetrating you. Aided by a paltry amount of lubrication, the sewer dweller managed to fit two fingers inside of you. 

“OW-! OW-! S-Stop it! STOP IT-!” You cried out as Morgan began to finger you. A wet sound fills the sewers, originating from in between your squirming legs. The harder you tried to push him away, the harder he fingered you, your walls clinging to his dirty fingers as he fingerfucked your pussy hard enough to make your tits jiggle and bounce and your eyes roll into the back of your head as your legs stiffened and refused to respond to any commands you gave them. 

“Are you going to cum, Charlene?! Before daddy has even stuck it in?!” He tutted you, but didn’t seem angry. Or… so you think. You couldn’t see anything behind a blur of tears, and your core was tightening until it was on the cusp of snapping in two. “Such a naughty girl~” Morgan does a ‘come here’ gesture inside of you that makes your legs jerk, your eyes fluttering shut as a moan slips out of your mouth against your will.

You are overcome by sensation and climax. Fluids gush from your sensitive vagina. You gasp and groan from the sudden release.  

Your nerves are alight as you cum, your juices running down your legs and the cleft of your ass like a river as you lift your hips up with trembling legs. A low groan leaves your mouth, echoing off the sewer walls as Morgan fingerblasts you through your orgasm. Even though it leaves you weakened, you find yourself still aroused and your pussy aching for more. 

“That’s a good girl, Charlene. Nice and wet for daddy…” Morgan quickly removed his fingers and began to fiddle with his coveralls. You know what comes next. You try to crawl away but are too weak to even move. Morgan notices your movement and grabs one of your ankles and flips you onto your stomach. 

“Ah, ah! Where do you think you’re going, slut?!” His sudden change in demeanor sends a chill down your spine. You try to free your leg, but Morgan grabs a fistful of your short hair and slams your face into the floor, busting your nose in the process. It leaves you dizzy and your head throbbing, pounding with pain as Morgan frees himself from his trousers. Your stomach falls out of your ass as you feel his massive cock slap against your ass, an involuntary shudder leaving your mouth as a shiver runs up your spine. Morgan slides it against the cleft of your ass, taping it against your pussy as he rubs it against your swollen clit.

“D-Don’t-! Please! I- I’m a virgin!!! Take my ass instead, please!” You try to wiggle your ass, trying to get his attention, but he ignores you and pushes against your pussy. Even though you are only slightly wet, he was already a thrust away from penetrating. 

“You don’t get a say in where it goes, slut.” He mutters darkly as he pushes into you, your girlhood preventing him from going very far without more force applied. 

“Please-! Don’t! PLEASE! PLEASE!!!”

RIIIIP!

With a sudden thrust of his hips, his gigantic cock plunges into your pussy. You feel your hymen tear, forever robbing you of your purity. A scream leaves your mouth as Morgan’s massive, girthy cock pounded into you without mercy. He pins your arms behind your back, but you are in too much pain to do anything other than wail in agony. 

IT HURTS! IT HURTS! PLEASE, STOP IT-! Nothing came out but screams that echoed off the sewer walls. Your tits bounced and jiggled back and forth in rhythm to the harsh pace the madman had set. He takes out a pen from his pocket and tears the lid off with his teeth. 

“Oh! How did you grow that back, Charlene?! No matter, you gave it to daddy again…” Morgan gripped your arms tightly behind your back and squeezed your wrists hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re such a good girl…”

You could barely hear him over your sobs and screams of pain. Your pussy was completely shredded, not having time to adjust to his humongous size. Tears blinded your eyes as Morgan picked up his pace, a sickening heat blanketing your lower half as his cock repeatedly grazes a certain spot inside of you. 

“That’s it, Charlene! You’re getting so wet for daddy!” He coos as he stares at your thick ass. He looks for a place to write, settling on your left ass cheek as he writes “Size Queen” in sloppy cursive. It smudges slightly due to the sweat that has accumulated on your skin, but Morgan doesn’t mind this much. He merely switches sides and writes “Daddy’s Slut” on your other cheek, and then “Cum Dumpster” on your lower back. 

“Make sure to take my seed, so your titties can get nice and swollen again…!” W-What? No…

NO!

You struggle against Morgan’s grip, screaming and thrashing as you feel his movements stutter and become sloppy. He leans over and moans in your ear, casing the marker aside and grabbing your jaw as he forces you to face him. He presses a sloppy wet kiss against your lips, uncaring that you don’t kiss him back or that you have your teeth pressed together as he shoves his tongue past your drawn together lips. His balls slapped against your clit, causing shockwaves of pleasure to course through you as he pulls you onto your knees. With your back flat against his chest, his cock drilled deep into your cunt, hitting the entrance of your womb with each thrust and causing you to jerk and heave with every moment of his hips. 

“M-MMM!!! MHMM!!! HMMM!!!” Everything in your body was hot, from head to toe. If this keeps up, you’ll cum…! You try to pull away, but you can tell he’s getting pissed. He bites your lip, slamming you face down onto the ground as he rapes you as hard and as fast as he can phystically manage. 

“You fucking whore! Get pregnant with my child-!” 

“N-NUUHH!!! NUHHH!!! PUH-LEASE! PUH-LEASE-!”

SQUELCH!  

With a roar, he cums directly into your womb, his massive cock pushing past your cervix with painful force. Your entire body revolts against you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as black dots invade your vision. Despite your best efforts, you were fading fast and unable to keep yourself awake. With a harsh tug, Morgan pulls his cock free, a waterfall of cum pouring out of your bleeding vagina with nothing to keep his seed in. He lets go of your arms but before you can move, he punches you in the side with all his might.