#*degradation

Olivia hand's each grabbed a fistful of Sabrina's hair, creating makeshift pigtails she used for leverage to fuck her face. She watched Sabrina's mouth leave her strap wet with saliva until it dripped onto her tits and further to the bed below them. It was too much for Sabrina to take, Olivia knew that, yet the blonde couldn't stand how they talked about her like she was nothing. This was her idea after all, they weren't suppose to have the upperhand on her.

The sounds of Sabrina gagging warped with the skin of her plush ass meeting Taylor's hips. Her pussy squelched around Taylor's strap to make the lewdest sound she's ever heard. With her tits swinging and mascara pulling around her eyes, she looked like a porn star.

"Fuck," Taylor breathes heavily, her eyes glued to where Sabrina's wet pussy is taking every inch she has to give her. Her pink pussy works to stretch around the thickness of the strap, but Sabrina takes it like a champ. "Look at our little princess getting fucked like a cheap slut," Taylor groans. She couldn't help but berate Sabrina a little bit, which doesn't just turn Sabrina on, but Olivia too. The brunette finds herself gripping Sabrina's hair tighter and fucking her face a little harder.

Sabrina was so pretty and pink, wrapped like a present in a bow, when she came to them. She pushed things to go this far, pouting when she sensed even the tiniest bit of hesitance from either of them. All it took was pushing Taylor's buttons a little and the brat-tamer was coming out of the older blonde. Of course Olivia would follow her lead, finding her footing in taking control over Sabrina. Now her was too full to beg for more, but her moans spoke for her. She looked adorable, pushing herself back on Taylor's strap as if she wasn't getting enough.

The two worked within a rhythm with each other. As Taylor thrusted into her weeping cunt, she propelled Sabrina's mouth deeper on Olivia's strap. And when it was Olivia's turn to make tears form in Sabrina's eyes, she pushed her hips forward and back went Sabrina on Taylor's strap. It was so fucking sexy to watch her on her hands and knees, at the whims of the two women fucking her brains out.

"Such a good girl," Olivia coos. As much as she couldn't wait for her turn to get into Sabrina's pussy, she loved seeing those big beautiful eyes go wide with lust. She saw how Sabrina relaxed and give up all of her control over to them. "Sluts like you know how to take it."

The degrading words turned her own more than the possessive grip of Taylor's hand on her ass. She truly felt like a slut and it left her feeling soaked. She was desperate to get her hand between her shaking thighs so she could rub her clit. Their words only got nastier when they realized how greedy she was. Two straps overwhelming her completely, and it still wasn't enough. Taylor brings a hand down on her ass causing Sabrina to jump. The stinging sensation only added to her pleasure and made her cum embarrassingly hard. Taylor watched as her pussy creamed around her strap, leaving the trail of evidence all over the rubbery toy.

"Good fucking slut, keep cumming for us."

You watched the view counter going up, the game Madison had been playing was paused and she was having a conversation with her chat about *you. Your cheeks were so hot and you avoided looking at the computer screen, however Madison read the compliments aloud and it made your stomach churn. Any other time you would bat your lashes and giggle at her sweet compliments, but with so many eyes on you it was hard to swallow, especially with her hand stroking your bare thigh.

Madison knew what she was doing, and she was enjoying it. She leaned in to whisper in your ear, having a secret conversation with you while her audience watched. You couldn't respond or it would give you away. Madison you was putting you between a rock in a hard place and she was having fun with it.

"'We should kiss?'" Madison reads on of the messages in her chat. Lewd messages were nothing new to her seeing as a few are able to slip through the chat filter every once in a while, but she usually ignored them. Of course there were more dirtier ones than the one she read, but it's enough to get Lena flustered. "What do you think babe?"

You're frozen, unable to speak in fear your voice would crack. Madison's audience knew of you but rarely saw you. Just like how they couldn't see Madison's hand slipping into your panties.

"Stop being perverts," she reprimands her chat despite what she's doing to you now. "Don't want you guys making my girl uncomfortable."

Madison pressed her fingers into your clit as she spoke to her chat. You sat there in her lap, tight lipped and gripping the arm chair that was out of view. You don't know how you're going to be able to just sit here while she touches you and not even given the smallest reaction. Madison had this look on her face as if she was simply just enjoying talking to her chat with you, but she was more delighted to feel your clit pulsing against your fingers. She rubbed you in slow but steady circles until her fingers were prodding at your entrance. This was the moment you thought you were going to lose it, but you were interrupted by Madison.

"Everyone keeps saying how pretty you are, Y/n. She's so cute, isn't she you guys."

In your ear Madison tells you to look at the screen. When your eyes gloss over to the chat you see the thousands of comments flooding in that's when you feel Madison slip two fingers inside of you. Your eyes move along with the chat where everyone is agreeing with Madison. You happen to catch those same lewd comments Madison had reprimanded her chat for earlier. Madison knew she was teasing both you and her audience.

"Well, anyway..."

She begins to talk about something else while you sit there like a stone in her lap. Underneath the desk your legs were spreading for her and she began to finger you faster. The noise of your wet pussy around her fingers was getting louder and you got scared that somehow everyone would be able to hear it. You were so embarassed despite no one knowing what was going on, but that was turning you on at the same time. Madison had one hand on her cursor while the other was in your panties and no on else knew you're little secret.

Madison alternated between talking to her audience and whispering in your ear. She kept leaning in to remind you to be quiet and how you're being a good girl for. It was thrilling just as it was scary. Your pussy was clenching around her fingers as she curled them inside of you to hit your sweet spot. You could feel relief just around the corner and you worried about how you'd be able to contain yourself while everyone watched.

"What if I scoot back and let everyone see what I'm doing to you? I'd get banned, but then everyone would know how much of a slut my girlfriend is."

Madison had no clue how much you'd be turned on by getting touched in front of the camera, but then she felt your pussy squeeze her tighter and get wetter as she spoke. Her teasing always left you flustered, but you were working so hard no to react.

You swallow hard as you feel something tense up in your belly. You were going to cum any second now and the only thing you could do was press your lips together and grip the arm of her computer chair. Somehow you managed to keep quiet through your orgasm but your legs shook and your eyes glazed over. You're sure you look like a zombie on screen with that blank look on your face and nothing going on in your head. You had came so hard that it seemed impossible you were able to keep still. Madison was impressed and figured she'd give you more of a reward later.

"Well, guys, I think it's time I end the stream. I've been on here for six hours, and I think this girl is getting tired and wants me in bed," she nudges your side and you fake a smile.

The worse of it seemed to be over until Madison reached up and stuck her fingers in her mouth in front of her audience. They were wet from your juices and glistened in the light. You looked at her through the monitor with eyes wider than you thought. You were able to control yourself through it all, but right now the façade was slipping in your weakest moment.

"Ooh, tell me more about your trip to Greece! I've been waiting to go, but sometimes it's hard when others won't cooperate with their schedules."

Billie was within earshot of the entire conversation and you didn't spare her one bit. You left her emotionally beaten and bruised every time you laid a hand on the body of someone you came close to being with years ago. Your attraction had faded greatly as you only had eyes for your girlfriend now, but Billie doesn't know that and at this moment anyone would think that the relationship was on its last legs. But just like you know Billie, she knows you too well for her own good. You were trying to make her feel the same way you did over an instagram post. Well, you had one the battle as your attempts to make Billie jealous was working, but Billie was well intentioned on winning the war.

Now as she confronts you about the only thing you can do is play dumb. You weren't going to give her the upper hand by outright admitting what you were doing. The way she dismissed you about posting photos of another girl damn near straddling her kept you up for days. Those 3 to 4 hours of sleep left you irritable and willing to do anything to get your point across. So in your eyes, you're not doing anything worse your girlfriend hasn't done.

"What are you talking about?" You asked her, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. 

Normally your pout was endearing but right now Billie wanted to fuck it off your face. Still surrounded by strangers who could possibly hear your conversation, Billie gives a deep sigh and she hangs her head down. It was a sign of utter defeat to you.

"Y/n," she sighs before leaning in and whispering, "You really want to do this right now?"

Those simple words were a warning shot. Billie didn't have to say much else. She didn't have to explain that she knows you after being together for two years. She didn't have to explain that they've done this song and dance before and that it's getting stale. Both are committed and faithful to this relationship, but sometimes things get hazy and the relationship is tested. Billie knows she's in the wrong, but getting those words to come out of her mouth is like pulling teeth. You two should be passed this stage, especially as you get older together, but clearly both of you are wrong. When one of you acts up, the other feels like they have no choice but to retaliate and somehow you're always the one always having to retaliate.

You don't want to hear it from her. You don't want to sit in the car on the way home and hear her give you some holier-than-thou speech as if she's the mature one in the relationship. It was easier to talk to you like that when you were side by side and she didn't have to look you in the eyes and act like she didn't do what she did. Did it feel good to flirt with someone you're no longer interested in? No, that part didn't feel good, but being able to glance over and see Billie sulking while surrounded by happy, partying people, it was better than any high or shot of alcohol here tonight.

"What am I doing? I'm at a party that you're ruining the vibe because you want to sit there and feel sorry for yourself. Get up, go talk to your friends." You didn't have much else to say to her and she kept her mouth shut too. Billie had nothing to say. Have you succeeded?

Billie was never afraid to drag out an argument, even in a setting like this. There was the great texting fiasco of Summer 2023 that ended with you staying at your friend's place for the weekend. So she was uncharacteristically quiet now. And in a surprising move, she just smiled at you. Your faces were so close together you thought she was going to kiss, but instead she leaned back. She grabbed her glass filled with whatever she had and brought it to her lips. Never did she pull her eyes away from you and you felt your grip on the situation loosening. You don't know what it means for you, for tonight and for the future, but you stepped away from her. You turned your back to her and joined a group of mutual friends. The former fling you were flirting with was nowhere to be found, but it didn't matter anymore. 

You felt Billie's eyes burning a hole right through you for the rest of the night. Despite the room being so loud, there was a ringing in your ears that dulled the sound of everything around you. You don't know how you were able to make it through the rest of the night acting like you usual self. The end of the night and car ride home were unbearable and equally silent. Billie's steady breathing was the only sound to fill your ears; so calm yet just as loud as the club's bass in your ears. The little battle you had earlier? It meant nothing now. Whatever victory you felt was replaced by the dread of worrying what was to come next. You expected a screaming match to take place as soon as the two of you crossed past that threshold into Billie's house. Instead Billie decided to do something she hasn't tried before. She was going to fuck the problem away.

Billie was pissed. The way she grabbed you, you don't think you've seen her so mad before. The two of you are no strangers to things getting a little rough, but there was so much more raw and animalistic about the way she touched you, the way she kissed you. Billie was gunning to win the war and she was going to disarm you in the best way she knew how. You don't understand how pissed she was seeing your flirt with an old fling like that, and what annoyed her the most is that you looked to actually be having a good time. She saw how you looked at this woman who has no name to her. You looked at her as if she meant something. Billie thought the photo she uploaded was to be expected from her and her friends. She thought you knew that sometimes one of them gets a little handsy but there was never any ill-intention behind it. Hell, you've seen it happen in front of your very eyes before and you didn't react. To her the difference between the post and what you did was that you intended to make the situation worse. You looked so into this woman, looking at her the same way you've looked at Billie before. Those eyes are only for her.

Billie wasn't nice or sweet tonight. She didn't tease you or suck on your tits for almost an hour like she usually loves to do. You were pushed onto the bed, face down ass up. You weren't able to see anything with your face in the covers. You had to guess what was happening based on the sounds around you. Billie was stealthy and quick, not giving you a second to adjust to what was going on. You felt something cool and wet hitting between your cheeks. You cursed yourself for not wearing underwear tonight, giving Billie easy access to both of your holes to do whatever she wanted with you. You felt something poke at your entrance and soon you were filled with 8 inches of thickness. The air was plucked right out of you as Billie pushed her strap all the way inside. She watched in awe how your arousal bursted through the seams. She pulled out and your juices had already completely covered her strap.

Billie pushes back into you after a few seconds. She started at a slow pace before gradually picking up speed, fucking you harder and faster. The residual anger from your little stunt tonight was fuleing her. When a girl acts up, sometimes she needs to be put in her place.

"You wanna tell me who that was tonight? Who was that girl, Y/n!"

You feel her grab a handful of your hair and she pulls your face out the bed. Her grip was tight enough to feel a prickly sensation on the edge of your scalp. You pulled your head back further to alleviate the pain. The question she asked you had completely slipped your mind as she filled your poor pussy with every inch of her strap. Billie didn't take so kindly to being ignored, so she asked you again. You could barely speak, but you tried your best.

"W-What girl?" You stutter through each thrust.

"Still playing dumb, huh?"

There was a tinge of playfulness in Billie's voice that could've you if you weren't getting fucked so hard. You were still trying to play the game she was built to beat you at. However, that girl doesn't matter to you and certainly she's irrelevant now. Your skin was flushed and sweaty. The sound of Billie's thighs meeting your ass reverberates in the room. How could you be thinking about some other woman when you're getting fucked within an inch of your life.

"If you wanted to be fucked like this baby all you had to do was laugh. You don't have to fight for my attention when you have it 24/7 sweetheart," Billie teased you with such a clear voice that amazed you she was able to concentrate on making you feel so small and fucking you skillfully. "You knew exactly what you were doing tonight, but you won't want to try that again after I'm done fucking this little pussy of yours."

Her words began to sound fuzzy as the tip of her strap kept agitating your sweet spot. You could barely keep yourself up, your arms giving away. The only thing keeping you up right now was Billie's tight grip on your hair. You were about to cum; dangerously close. All the tell-tale signs of your orgasm began firing off and that just happen to be the moment when Billie decided to pull out of you. You could whine and cry all you want, but Billie still pushed you off her strap. Your orgasm, the one you so desperately wanted, shuttered away as you sobbed into the sheets. You were surely a sight to take in. The strap rests against your ass, smearing your juices into your skin.

"Did you really think I was going to let you cum so fast? You really think you deserve that princess?"

Leave it to Billie to not give in so easily -- you should've seen this coming. You push yourself up on your palms until you're pushed back down onto the bed. Billie didn't have to use much force either which made her laugh at you. You were so weak and you hadn't even cum yet. 

"Pick a number, baby."

You thought you were hearing her wrong. Did she just ask you to pick a fucking number?

"Pick a number. 1-3."

It was stupid to indulge in whatever game she was playing, but you lifted your head and opened your mouth to utter, "2." You don't know why you even answered.

"Hmm," Billie hums. It's hard to read such a small reaction.

The sound of the drawer opening happens again. You don't have to see to know she's grabbing from the bottom "special" drawer, where she got the strap-on from. There were a few other toys in there and you suspect that's where the game comes in at.

"It's too bad you didn't pick 1, but I guess you spared your little ass tonight."

You were just spread out so perfectly for the buttplug she hasn't used on you yet. Billie would've been able to see her reflection in the shiny metal as it slipped into your tightest hole. Stretching your ass out while fucking you would've ruined you, you haven't tried that out yet. She imagines that you would've been begging her for forgiveness and permission to cum. Even seeing it in her active imagination makes her heart skip a beat. But, fate has decided for her and she's going to make the most of it.

The wand you unintentionally picked had only been used about two or three times. It's vibrations were so strong, something you felt like you had to get use to. Only on it's lowest setting were you able to handle it. Something powered only by batteries yet it was so powerful you were seeing stars the first time you used it.

"Get up."

Billie gave you the command but then she was moving your body herself. She laid on the bed and signaled for you to get on top of her. You go to straddle her before she stops you.

"Uh-uh. Turn the other way."

She made you turn away from and in the direction of a mirror. For the first time since going out tonight, you got a glimpse of yourself. Your hair looked a mess and your makeup had smudged a lot. Spit was drying in the corner of your mouth. You should've been ashamed about how you look and how Billie was slutting you out, but it made your pussy drip on Billie's skin. One, two, three she felt the drops of your arousal on her bare skin. She groaned, showing a moment of weakness for a second. Right then she knew she had to get you on her strap. She lowered you down with one hand. Somehow her strap felt so much bigger when you were sinking down on it this way. The way the girth stretched out just felt different when you were any other position. Billie doesn't fuck you in reverse cowgirl often so you were willing to underestimate her ability to fuck you as hard as you need like this, but quickly you were proven wrong.

Your skin slapped together harder and your tits bounce with every thrust up into your swollen twat. You thought it was a lot to handle until you felt the vibrations from the wand against your pussy. The slew of moans that fell from your lips were louder than before.

"Good girl! Keep moaning for me baby, show me just how much you love being fucked like this. Only I can fuck you like this."

Words like this were meant to only affect you, to drive home the point that you were a slut for Billie and Billie only, but somehow she fueled her own desire. She was fucking up into you with reckless abandon. You were so close to losing your mind from being fucked like that from below while the vibrator was placed firmly against your swollen clit. You had no choice but to endure it as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. 

"Whose pussy's this? Who does this pussy belong to, girl," the way she addressed you and the stinging grip on your hip made you spiral. Billie has flirted with degrading you more and more in bed, but tonight she spoke as if this came natural to her. She questioned as if something would happen if you didn't answer her. The worst thing she, or anyone else, could do to you at this moment is deny you of another sweet release. It's a miracle you're not squirting all over her strap that bullying its way into you. The head of her strap hits your cervix so deliciously. She questions you as if you're capable of speaking right now when the vibrator is sending you into orbit. You've officially been rendered stupid and unable to form words.

It takes a solid minute and everything inside of you to be able to muster up the energy to be able to answer you.

"Yours! Oh god it's yours!" You force out with a desperate cry. Your body is beginning to hunch over in weakness as she continues to pound you. You've never felt so pathetic in your life, unable to stand your ground, but never did failure feel so good. The stretch and the buzz was addicting and you were ready to let go of everything that's been pent up inside of your body.

The way you answer satisfies Billie, finally. The sobs of your pure devotion made relief wash over her. She's happy.

She doesn't stop her pounding until you're cumming and crying out loudly for her. Your toes curl as you come the hardest you have in a long, long time. Billie's grip on you was still harsh, painful even, causing the pain to mix with your everlasting pleasure. This is what might be the longest orgasm of your life and it comes after another stalemate in your relationship.

It was almost impossible to be able to come back to reality. You didn't even notice the vibrator had been turned off and discarded onto the bed until Billie stopped pumping into you completely. Satisfaction stirred deep in your hips as you sat there with her strap situated inside of you. Billie was holding you up with both hands now as if you would fall apart into a million pieces if she let go. And let go she never did.

Your heavy limbs find relief when you're laid against the bed. It feels like you're floating on a cloud compared to how it felt before. You were in a state of disbelief, asking yourself, 'did that shit really happen?' 

You weren't going to regain your composure after that, and you weren't going to even try. Billie is already up and moving around, disappearing for a few minutes before she comes back with a wet towel waiting to clean you up. She pushes your legs apart and gently rubs the warm towel against your sensitive skin.

"I think you left a present over there."

She nods her head in the direction of the wet spot on the bed. Did you squirt? You don't even have a fucking clue if you did or not but you hide your face in your hands anyway.

"Oh god," you groan.

"We can always sleep in the other room."

"I don't think I can move, Bil."

"I think she fucking likes it Hailey. She had so much fun snitching to the coach, but I think she likes taking dick even more."

Y/n whimpers as Hailey pushes the strap deeper into her pussy while Kendall taps her strapon against Y/n's ass. Soon her hands are placed on Y/n's ass so she can help push her back on Hailey's strap.

Y/n didn't think the consequences would be this extreme. She felt used by the coach to get information, and now she was being used by her captain and the person who everyone thought was going to be the co-captain. Y/n did not think Coach would confront Kendall about the information she told her, but she did. Luckily for her though it seems like neither Kendall or Hailey know about what Coach did to get that information out of her. It would be embarrassing if they knew. Coach made her cum so hard that day. She felt easy after she left her office on shaky legs. But, it was hard to deny that it felt good, and it's hard to deny that this feels good. Hailey's dick is thick and she doesn't seem to have plans to slow down on thrusting into her. Kendall was forcing Y/n to meet Hailey's thrust -- that is until Kendall moved her hands without Y/n realizing it and she was pushing back like a slut on her own. 

Kendall watched her best friend fuck Y/n with her heart swelling with pride. She hated Y/n for what happened earlier this semester. She was 1000% sure that she was going to be co-captain, just second under Hailey. Everyone had pumped up Kendall's head and made her feel like she had it in the bag but they couldn't have been more wrong. Y/n scooped up the position much to everyone's shock and surprise, including Y/n. She was always diligent yet so quiet that she didn't make an impact on the team until she got this spot. Kendall swears Coach did that on purpose to try to neuter Hailey's power.

Just like with Emily, Hailey and Kendall had Y/n on all fours. The position was still foreign to her, and some what humiliating considering she's only ever fucked in missionary. Being taken from behind adds a sense of mystery of what Hailey might do to her. And being in this position always gives Kendall easy access to do whatever she wants to do with the rest of her body. 

Kendall comes around and stands in front of her, her strap poking Y/n in the face. "Open up," she says with a teasing voice and teasing face. Y/n is obedient (part of the reason why Coach Emily likes her so much and picked her as co-captain), so she doesn't hesitate to open her mouth. She gags when the thick toy fills her mouth.

"Having trouble deep throating, aren’t you?" Kendall taunts her and Hailey laughs at her. They know how to make Y/n feel so small and insecure about things that never even mattered to her before this moment.

"I'm sure she can take it since she likes running her mouth so much," Hailey adds on.

Kendall begins to lightly fuck Y/n's face. Y/n is stuck between them as she takes dick in her pussy and dick in her mouth. She grunts around Kendall's cock as Hailey begins to pound her faster. Her clit is begging to be touched, but if she were to move her hand between her legs in front of them, she would never hear the end of it. This is something she may not be able to live down between the two, but if she were to bend for them, then all of her pride would be down the train. So she keeps her hand planted where they are instead of giving herself the pleasure she was desperate for. The tip of Hailey's cock was hitting her sweet spot inside of her, which just happens to be so deep inside of her. This might be the biggest thing to be inside of her. Her pussy hugs the toy which makes it harder for Hailey to thrust in-and-out, but Captain is always determined.

"You think she's going to cum soon, Kenny?"

"I'm surprised she hasn't cum already since she's such a fucking slut."

Kendall was enjoying fucking Y/n's mouth. She looks up at her with desperate, pretty eyes that make Kendall's hips stutter. She fucks her mouth open, hitting the back of her throat nearly at the same time Hailey hits the sweet spot inside of her. Y/n is overwhelmed, but she doesn't want to tap out. Her orgasm hits her hard and she gushes all over Hailey's strap. It's embarrassing to cum so much for the girl who hates her, but Y/n can't help herself. She comes harder for Hailey than she did for Coach. They way Hailey laughs at her when she notices the extra amount of arousal coating her strap is chilling.

When Kendall pulls out of her used mouth, Y/n takes a deep breath of air before panting. Hailey pulls out of her too, leaving her empty on both ends. She had gotten so used to being filled and stuffed that now it felt odd to be empty instead of vice versa.

"I know you like to talk, but if this gets out I'll make your life hell," Hailey threatens. The look in her eye and tone of voice lets Y/n know she's 100% serious.