♡ Certified Wicked Woman ♡

The right wing is constantly doing vigilante shit and imposing life, interpersonal, economic, and mental consequences on marginalized folks and those who support them for the crime of existing and being oppressed. They’ll publicly lynch 16 year old Black girls, 19 year old trans girls, burn down abortion clinics, shoot up literally anywhere, destroy/damage houses, and so much more.

And we.. protest and maybe do graffiti. Organize to “vote blue no matter who” type bullshit. We don’t even punch Nazis anymore lmfao. A lot of the non-white organizers and activists who became publicly known for stuff like taking down confederate flags, action in 2020, etc. in the past decade are dead or in jail now, often likely because of vigilante/cop action.

Iunno. I’m one Black tranny cripple and my literal ability to do.. anything, anymore is minimal. But I feel like I’m losing my mind watching almost nothing happen here while elsewhere resisters are literally dismantling weapons factories piece by piece until they can’t function.

“Paris was loved, remembered as “unapologetically Paris,” and deserved to be named with dignity.”

Opened Twitter, scrolled for 27 seconds, learned about Jor’Dynn Duncan, a 7 year old Black girl who was tortured to death over months with 90 stab wounds, by three white women (step-grandmother, step-mother, and step-sister) in Long Island after courts granted the step-mother custody over her.

i knew that voice. it was nothing like the voice you used as we were struggling to find our way to the inn, or the one you used while talking to the hostess. not the voice you used when asking me to make you a coffee in the morning.

this was the voice you used right before my windpipe got crushed.

i started fumbling with my belt as soon as my brain properly registered your words, the slide of leather and the metallic clang on the buckle intrusively loud in the quiet room. i couldn't help but think about how masculine those sounds were, how stereotypically domineering. that was very ironic.

"underwear, too."

i was pretty sure you'd demand that as well but i knew better than to act without your instruction. you've taught me better.

once i was done, a hand snaked around my hip and landed between my legs. the fingers sliding into me and spreading, the gesture feeling posessive, assessing, as if your hand was checking the condition of your trusted possession. the wet sounds were obscene and loud in the room.

your other hand found my neck but didn't squeeze, just held my throat steadily, making sure i knew how much it too was your possession. your lips touched my shoulder with contrasting gentleness.

"are you gonna be good for me?"

i swallowed.

"yes."

you brought your fingers together and dove them deeper into my pussy.

"are you gonna be a good little hole?"

i whimpered, my eyes half-closing involuntarily. then i cried out as teeth sunk into my shoulder.

"are you?" - your voice sounded more amused than angry.

"y-yes..."

you petted my throat, the gensture gentle, as if you were petting a small fragile animal. i relaxed into your chest. your hand moved from my throat to my hair and kept petting.

"my good pet."

you kissed my shoulder again, your other hand now rubbing the wet of my vulva slowly.

"my good, good dog."

"yes." - my voice sounded weak, strained from how much i was hanging onto your words, how much i needed them.

your breath tickled my neck.

"my pathetic little bitch."

your words were followed by the flat of your tongue sliding up my neck, up to the ear. your fingers entered me again.

"you'd be so broken without me."

the hand on the top of my head gripped my hair, your other hand starting to slide in and out of me, seemingly matching the rhythm of your breath against my skin. i whined, trembling in your grasp with nowhere to go.

"wouldn't know what to do. would be so overwhelmed by the big scary world. but i got you."

your fingers found the good spot inside effortlessly, making the waves of pleasure higher. i knew i would drown under them with no air to breathe soon enough. your other hand held my hair tightly.

"i'll always remind you what you're for. i'll always quiet the noise. i'll make sure every room you enter into sees you as exactly what you are - a needy, whiny slut."

my vision blurred with both the pleasure and the tears. my head felt completely empty, just an empty space, and every sound from outside just echoed in instead of being registered.

"it doesn't matter what they think, puppy, i'm here. i'm here to take care of you. you need me."

i cried out, tears flowing freely as my hips shook with how close i was.

"say it."

"i need you."

you pulled my hair roughly, shaking my entire body.

"say it again."

"i need you!.."

the hand left my hair and closed around my throat, squeezing.

"again!"

"i-i.."

my voice was barely there, all air choked out of it. my vision was nothing but a blur as i tried to push the words through.

"i..."

the orgasm swallowed me in the middle of my struggle, making me shake and twist further into your grasp, the blur of my vision going white and then darkening into twilight. you did not let go.

"that's right, my puppy."

Me in the world with no ice cream: Im a useless fucking wretch and novody will ever love me

"you look really pretty like this."

your tone, your face - all of it was the perfect human version of a cat, lazy after a good meal. i briefly wondered if the morning choking session with your gloved figers in my throat was what kept you satisfied until now. the little spark of pride burned for just a moment, swiftly replaced by an almost peaceful feeling - the sense of belonging. i belong there, with your fingers in my throat, with my oxygen cut off and my wrists tied behind my back so i can't fight for the oxygen.

i smiled weakly. you cupped my cheek as i rode you slowly - because i could still get away with it.

"come on, little pet. make this good for yourself."

your voice was sweet, so sweet it had to be pure venom. my little mouse paws still carried me to the mousetrap because there was really nowhere else to go. i picked up my pace, angling my body a bit forward to hit the right spot, making myself pant softly.

"you're so fucking pretty." - a hand stroking my cheek. i kept riding.

you didn't interrupt me so i kept going - riding the silicone exactly how i needed, getting more and more distracted by the sensation of something warm and sweet and wonderful concentrating in my lower belly, my breath coming out uneven, with soft moans mixed in-

the knuckles hit my cheekbone in a white-hot pattern, making me cry out and lose my balance. you grabbed my shoulders to keep me from slipping from your cock sideways.

"careful, i said you could make it good for yourself, not that you can just leave whenever you want." - the chuckle in your voice was completely stripped of sweetness, exposing the hot venom underneath.

i hesitantly rolled my hips again, quivering in your grasp. you laughed.

"oh come on, i know you like it, you've been enjoying yourself so much until now. don't get shy now."

i rolled my hips again, carefully finding the angle. and again. and again-

your fist collided with my face a little higher, still mostly on the sore cheekbone but also touching the delicate skin under my eye. for a whole second all i saw was stars.

you grabbed my chin and forcefully turned my face to you.

"keep riding, slut."

my vision got a little blurry with tears as i rolled my hips, up and down, the cock sliding in and out, still stretching out my pussy so sweetly that my moans are almost pleasure as the whole half of my face is on fire. you kept holding my chin and looking at me as i kept going. then you slapped the other side of my face with your other hand.

"say thank you."

"thank you!" - more of a breathy sob than anything else.

another slap, just as sharp.

"thank you!.."

you swiftly changed the hand holding my chin, the previous hand's knuckles biting into my cheekbone again. i cried out with a loud voiced sob. you pulled my hair in a cruel tight grip.

"fucking thank me."

i was crying uncontrollably now, the world a blur of dim colors. "th-thank you..."

next thing i felt was the flat of your tongue dragging across my beaten cheek.

"you can be so spoiled sometimes. i give you everything you like and you are still whining."

your voice wasn't angry but simply sounded amused. you were holding my shoulders again and i leaned into it without holding back, seeking comfort.

"you like pretending like you don't enjoy it when i give you your favorite things. do you do this so i would give you more?"

my forehead found your shoulder and you didn't stop me. i kept crying into your shoulder and it felt warm and almost safe.

"or do you genuinely don't know how much you love it?"

my breath hitched, sensing another terrifying cat jump.

after a heartbeat, you grabbed my hair again and dragged me off your cock and onto the floor, my body a pile of uncoordinated limbs. my eyes opened so wide i could see you even through the blur around the edges. you were smiling the satisfied, venomous smile again. your cock was right in front of my abused face.

"now taste how much you loved this."

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