getting a bit mixed up

One of the girls, the one that's marginally smarter, more headstrong, realises she's got no other choice. She turns to prostitution. Meeting up with multiple guys a day for far less than any other sex worker in the region. She had never been with a guy before, and now she's giving it away to 6, 8, 10 guys a day for practically pennies.

She always cries afterwards. She hates it. But it's the only thing that keeps her and her girlfriend alive. Weeks pass and it gets easier. Months go by and suddenly the landlord raises the rent. The money from the men was barely covering rent and bills to begin with.

One day, she's chatting with a client afterwards and admits she's lesbian and has a girlfriend. He perks up at that. He had been a regular with her for a while, and treated her almost like a person compared to all the other men.

He offers to cover their rent for the next few months on one condition: he gets to use her girlfriend. Obviously she says no. But then she thinks about it a little. She says she'll have to get back to him.

That night, at home in bed with her girlfriend she considers bringing it up. But her girlfriend is already super high and barely lucid. The cogs start turning in her head.

She grabs her phone and texts him, just one word: "okay".

A few days later he comes to her apartment, she's never had a client at her place before but this is special.

She opens the door for him, wearing her cutest lingerie- a set she had bought for her and her girlfriends anniversary.

He comes in and looks around the tiny room. He can't help but let slip his disgust at the place- it's so small, the window is cracked, and there's an obvious leak in the roof. But then he spots her. The girlfriend laying on the bed. Unconcious. She had encouraged her girlfriend to get higher than usual, and then even higher than that.

He walks over and climbs onto the bed. Gets on top of the girlfriend. She watches as he reaches down and gropes her naked tits. She's filled with regret that she agreed to this, that she's making it happen. But she can't help but start getting turned on as he takes one of her girlfriends nipples into his mouth.

And as he reaches a hand down between her girlfriends legs, she slides her own hand between her legs. She realises with horror that she's soaking at the sight of her unconscious girlfriend being abused.

He slips a finger into her girlfriend. And it's like a switch flips in her brain. She can't just stand and watch anymore. She gets on the bed and starts kissing him.

Within minutes she's eagerly sucking his balls as he gropes, likes, kisses, and bites her girlfriend. And then she hears herself saying "please fuck her, please breed my girlfriend's virgin pussy". She hadn't meant to say that. She hadn't meant to be so desperate for a man.

But he obeys, pushing himself into her girlfriends unconcious body. And she fingers herself as she watches, brings herself to orgasm at the sight of a man raping her girlfriend with her help.

He cums, filling her girlfriend with his seed. And the moment he pulls out, she desperately shoves her face into her girlfriend's pussy and starts eating his cum out of her. He just laughs as he gets dressed. He walks to the door and as he leaves he announces "the money will be in your account tomorrow. Let me know when you realise you need more."

She's left alone, eagerly tasting his juices from her girlfriend. Knowing this is going to be a very regular occurrence from now on.

this is so fucking hot. i want to be that dumb, betrayed little girlfriend so bad.

everytime i'm “assaulted” it just makes me a bigger and bigger slut, desperate for someone to take it even further and put me in my place.

I'm imagining this little sister, absolutely in love and obsessed with her older brother, saving herself for him. Knowing that he deserves to be fucking all these dumb whores, but when he's ready, he'll settle down with her.

But really, he's saving her, keeping his innocent and pure little sister untouched, fresh, while he fucks his rotation of cumdumps. He couldn't do that to her, even though he loves seeing her get turned on and wet watching him fuck these women. He needs his little angel nice and sweet, but still needs to dump his cum in someone.

One day, he'll take his sister as his, but for now he's going to enjoy himself, and she enjoys it too. One day he'll make her a woman. She's patient.

his little sister deserves the best. he would shower her in affection and take things slow with her. that wouldn’t stop him from fucking other women, sluts, on the side. those women would mean nothing to him, just a placeholder until his beloved sister is ready for him. maybe he’d let her watch him fuck them, giving her a lesson in how to please him. she would know exactly what her older brother likes by the time he finally allows her into his bed.

The mark is a glowing pink across her stomach, twisting in symmetrical patterns that point directly at her cunt. You watched her trace it in confusion that first day, her fingers unconsciously following the trail down to her clit.

It's been cute watching how hard she's tried; orgasm after orgasm, a series of increasingly large dildos arriving in the post. She's so desperate she doesn't even realise she's not hiding it. More than once you've been treated to a front row seat to her attempts, watching through a cracked door as she fucks herself longer and harder. You've seen every big strong dyke with their strapon cocks come through the apartment and leave her unsatisfied still, teary eyed and rutting her pillows.

That's how she looks when she knocks on your door, basically pleading for cock, real cock.

It took months, but now this stuck up lesbian is putty in your hands. Her tits bounce with each thrust, face still slick with spit from deep throating you. She's babbling too, praises and thank-yous and please please please-

"You really shoulda come to me earlier you know."

She whines, and her babbles change to apologies and platitudes. It's charmingly pathetic.

"I'm not just saying I told you so. This spell- ah- I really didn't expect it to be on you for this long. I think it might have..."

You can see something flash across her face every time you bottom out, each thrust against her cervix making her jolt. A glaze to her eyes. Content. Empty.

Her limbs and loose and pliable. When you lean down and put your tongue down her throat, she just takes it with a moan. You slow your thrusts right down, taking in the drooling face of the most man hating dyke you know, drunk on cock.

"I dunno how much this is gonna change you, so, this might be goodbye."

And I say it. The word I shouldn't say

I call it rape.

You laugh, a wretched sound in the context. Your cock is free now, trailing across my skin; you grab it, press it right against my asshole, just light enough to not penetrate. I'm crying, the shuddering sobs taking the last of my strength. I'm defenceless.

You speak, right in my ear. 'Rapists don't use lube.'

You press your cock further, just enough to part my hole, scarcely in. I try to scream, but my face is shoved into the bed. I claw at the sheets, flailing my legs, squirming away to nowhere, not with that grip on me. You pull back, loosen your hold, let me pull my face up and take a few desperate breaths. I already know what you want to hear. The slightest extra pressure from your cock, just to remind me.

I cough up the two most beautiful words you've ever heard.