Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Housemates Chapter 1

Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

For the most part, Danielle was a pretty good housemate. She didn’t leave messes, or steal food, and she always paid her share of the bills on time. We typically got along and considered each other friends. Things weren’t perfect, but they were good. Issues arose from time to time due to our personality differences, but it was never anything serious.

Danielle was very much an alpha female. She seemed almost incapable of experiencing fear or insecurity; she would take what she wanted and do as she pleased. I’m sure a lot of people thought of her as a raging bitch, but I didn’t. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about other people; it was just that she refused to put her needs beneath their needs. I admired that. I secretly wished that I could be more like her.

I’m not Danielle’s opposite, but I often felt like it. I’m no doormat, but I could never be as bold as she was. I think in many ways living with her intensified those feelings – I was constantly seeing how I wanted to be but never could. I couldn’t fault Danielle for it, of course – she was just being herself. Still, it often made me feel like a child by comparison.

Danielle had a habit of using those insecurities to her advantage. When she needed someone to tag along with her to any social event, she was always quick to make me feel as though I had to go with her in order to be taken seriously as a grown-up. I don’t think there was any malice in her actions; I think she honestly thought that she was doing me a favor by forcing me to be more social.

That Friday night was fairly typical of our relationship. I had wanted to stay in and just hang out around the house, but Danielle had other plans. She had met some guy online and was planning on meeting him at a local bar, but didn’t want to go alone. I resisted a bit, but as usual she made me feel as though it was inappropriate for a single woman of my age to sit around playing video games on a Friday night. Realizing that arguing with her was futile I tossed on a jacket and accepted my fate.

I knew what was going to happen from experience. We’d meet the guy – usually some conceited douchebag who was as hot as he was stupid. We’d spend an hour or two in the bar while Danielle ignored me and pretended she was every bit as air-headed as he was, feigning interest in his boring-ass stories about the life of a male model. Once she was satisfied that he wasn’t some serial killer we’d all head back to the house. She’d take him into her bedroom, I’d toss on the headphones and log in to vent. Ignoring the loud sex noises I’d do my best to convince myself that I was happy with my choices – sure, mind-blowing sex might be fun, but we had raid progression. That’s just as good, right?

Entering the bar, we took a seat at a booth. We were a bit early, but that was probably by design. Danielle liked to get comfortable before her date arrived; she said that it was always a good idea to be more on balance than he was. Danielle tended to view dating as a form of combat, and she always wanted to have the advantage.

Try to cheer up, Faith, she encouraged. I promise you, Azeroth will be safe for a couple of hours without you.

This just isn’t my thing, I explained. I don’t like bars.

I know you don’t, she sympathized. But you’re here anyway, so try to make the most of it? Who knows, you might meet a cute guy – and god knows that you could use that. Honestly, Faith, I’m worried about you. It’s been way too long; we need someone to knock those cobwebs out of your coochie.

I feigned polite laughter, but her comment bothered me. It had been a while, but it hadn’t been that long. Just because I wasn’t running my own sperm bank between my legs like her didn’t mean that there was something wrong with me.

I thought about reminding her that my sex life was not her concern, but it was too late. Her date had arrived, and she had waved him over. For the rest of the evening, I could expect him to receive the entirety of her attention; if I wanted to have a conversation with her it would need to wait until tomorrow. With a heavy sigh, I watched him approach.

Trevor wasn’t exactly what I expected, but he wasn’t far off. He was big – though he may have in actuality been only six feet tall or so, his large frame made him appear far more imposing. His features were extremely rugged; his pronounced cheekbones giving his face an almost militant appearance. Though his clothing was clean and well-matched, it wasn’t the designer labels that I had grown accustomed to seeing on Danielle’s partners. Most of the men Danielle associated with looked like underwear models, Trevor looked more like a particularly handsome bouncer. It didn’t really matter, though – I fully expected to never see him again after the next morning.

After making quick introductions, Danielle went off to grab us some drinks. This was pretty much standard for her – she liked to give me a chance to get to know her partner and check for any red flags. I personally hated it. It was awkward, and even if I spotted something that she should be concerned about it wouldn’t make a difference. If I managed to grab her attention long enough to tell her, she’d simply wave off my concerns as being overly paranoid.

So, he began, I don’t mean to be rude here, but you look like someone just someone just slaughtered your puppy. Why the long face?

Look, I sighed. Here’s the deal: I’m really just here so that if you turn out to be an axe-murderer, Danielle has someone who can describe you to the police. You’ll have to deal with my presence for a little while, then Danielle will take you home and fuck your brains out. We might see each other tomorrow morning, we might not; but we’ll almost certainly never meet again after that. I guess what I’m saying is that we don’t have to be friends, so let’s just sit here in awkward silence?

Sounds dull, he commented. Besides, you don’t know that I’m not the one. What makes you so sure that you won’t someday be acting as the maid of honor for Danielle and my wedding?

Personal experience, I explained. I hate to break it to you, but you’re not exactly her first. I really hope that you’re not looking at her as a potential wife, because in her eyes you’re nothing more than a notch in the bedpost. I’m not saying that she’s a slut, but that’s really just because she’s my friend.

That’s rather judgmental, he observed. Faith, let me ask you something: Why is it that if a woman has sex with a bunch of men, she’s labeled a slut; but if a man does the exact same thing he’s labeled a homosexual?

I couldn’t help but laugh at his joke, mostly due to how unexpected it was. Most of the men that had been in his position would have responded to my statement with a blank stare and an idiotic grin, having learned that they’d probably be having sex tonight. It was actually a refreshing change to get a response that involved polysyllabic words. Still, it didn’t make sense to get too attached – even if his IQ was above room temperature he was one of Danielle’s men. Once she was done with him she’d toss him away like all the rest, and I’d never see him again.

Danielle returned with our drinks and took a seat. I was actually a little sad to see her return; Trevor didn’t seem quite as vapid as her usual conquests and I was curious to see how he would fare in a conversation. I knew the ritual, though: I would now sit silently and watch as Danielle embarrassed our gender by making herself appear like an easily impressed five year old. Once she was certain that Trevor couldn’t possibly feel intellectually intimidated by her she’d take him home, and that would be the end of my role in this.

To my surprise, though, the conversation was not about popular culture, fashion trends, and the usual meaningless garbage that Danielle’s men usually seemed interested in. Trevor actually had a deep side, when he discussed current events they didn’t involve MTV or what some random celebrity said to another random celebrity. It turned out that Trevor was actually a fairly interesting person; complete with his own set of unique beliefs. I found myself secretly hoping that he wouldn’t be just another one night stand for Danielle; I honestly was enjoying his company.

None of this changed Danielle’s role, of course. If anything, it made it easier for her. When she giggled like a schoolgirl and asked him to explain various concepts that came up in conversation she didn’t need to pretend that she didn’t already know. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

It wasn’t that I was jealous. Trevor may have been hot, but he also intimidated the hell out of me. I didn’t think he was a serial killer or anything, but something about his intensity just scared me. He seemed a lot like Daniele – someone who would take as he pleased without the slightest concern for anyone who stood in the way. That kind of personality combined with his intelligence and easily weaponizable body just seemed dangerous.

I wanted to say something to Danielle, but it was pointless. She’d just shrug off any concerns that I had, and I’d look like an asshole. Besides, time was on my side. All I had to do was wait long enough for her to fuck him, and then he’d be gone. Instead, I just drank more and waited

After a couple more drinks, the time came. Danielle had determined that Trevor, much like virtually every man who had come before him, had earned the right to dump sperm in her. Leaving the bar with them I was eager to get home so that I could finally extract myself from the situation and pretend I had no idea what was going on. I wasn’t looking forward to ignoring her passionate cries, but at least I wouldn’t have to be in the same room with them anymore.

Arriving home, Danielle excused herself. This was also normal. I don’t know exactly what she did at times like this, but generally there’d be about 10 minutes between when we all arrived home and when she’d call her partner to her bedroom. Usually I’d spend those ten minutes awkwardly pretending that her human sex toy wasn’t standing around our living room, comforting myself with the fact that he’d be out of my hair soon enough. This generally worked well – her partners were usually quite willing to ignore my existence while I ignored theirs.

You look like you have something to say, he observed.

Trevor, you can stop now, I sighed, taking a seat on our couch. Look, in a couple minutes she’s going to call you into her bedroom, and then you two can use each other’s bodies to your hearts’ content. I couldn’t cock block you at this point even if I wanted to. You don’t need to make conversation with me, you’re already in.

I don’t need to do anything, he corrected, taking a seat right next to me. However, we’ve got some time to kill, and I choose to kill it by talking to you.

I’m ever so grateful for your generosity, I laughed, trying to mask my sincerity with sarcasm. The truth was that I did kind of want to have a conversation with him, but it didn’t seem worth it. He’d be gone soon, anyway.

You don’t exactly approve of all of this, do you? he asked.

It’s not really my place to approve, I replied. You’re both consenting adults, you both seem to understand what’s going on; it really doesn’t matter what I think.

You’re dodging the question, he shot back. It might not matter whether or not you approve, but I’m curious just the same. Do you have some kind of problem with Danielle and I using each other for sex?

Honestly? I answered. I think the whole thing is just stupid. I know for sure that Danielle isn’t who she’s pretending to be – in real life she’s not some giggling bimbo moron. I’m guessing that you’re pretending to be someone else, too, but it doesn’t really matter. Just seems like a lot of bullshit effort when the only thing that either of you really care about is getting in each other’s pants.

So you object to the effort? he clarified. How would you prefer it? Should I have simply bent her over the table in the bar and had my way with her?

Something about his tone sent chills down my spine. I knew he probably meant it as a hyperbolic joke, but I could see him doing just what he said. I could vividly picture it in my mind. He’d walk in, grab Danielle by the arm, toss her over the table, and use her body as he pleased. God knows he had the body for it – he could probably restrain her with just a single arm, and he seemed to have the personality type that wouldn’t feel the slightest bit of shame in doing something like that. Strangely, what bothered me most about the image was that it was Danielle – not me.

I didn’t say that! I argued, trying to regain my mental balance. I guess I just think that sex should be something that involves more intimacy. Maybe I’m just not as cool as you and Danielle, but I just don’t feel the need to sleep with guys whose last name I don’t know.

I’m guessing it’s been a long time since you’ve known anyone’s last name, he laughed.

This isn’t about me, I growled.

I disagree, he shot back. I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what it’s about. You see the attention that Danielle’s getting, and you’re jealous.

Jealous? I laughed, doing my best to sound incredulous. Please. You might be mildly attractive in a potential felon kind of way, but I don’t want you.

I didn’t say of me, specifically, he clarified. Though, it’s nice to know that you find me attractive. I think you’re jealous of Danielle’s situation – she’s getting all the sex she wants, and you’re getting nothing. Tell me, Faith, how long has it been?

That’s none of your fucking business! I shouted at him. He was hitting entirely too close to home.

That’s a rather unique way to say too long, he laughed, showing no signs of being intimidated by my volume. Admit it, Faith. You wish you got just a fraction of the action that Danielle does.

Fine, it’s been a little longer than I would prefer, I admitted. I didn’t much care for his tone, but I was feeling a little tipsy from the drinking, and it was the truth. That doesn’t mean that I’m hoping to bang a different stranger every night of the week. There’s a comfortable middle ground.

And you’re nowhere near that middle ground, he interrupted, which is unfortunate. There’s really no reason you couldn’t be, Faith – you’re not unattractive, despite what your manner of dress implies.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I demanded. There’s nothing wrong with how I dress.

No, there’s nothing wrong with it, he agreed, if your goal is to prevent people from determining your true gender. Honestly, you could have the most amazing tits in the world, but no one would know about them under that baggy shirt. Are you really so afraid that someone might find you attractive that you feel compelled to hide your body so completely?

Just because I don’t feel like being mistaken for a whore doesn’t mean that I’m afraid of anything! I hissed.

Then what is it, Faith? he laughed. Are your tits so monstrous that they must be hidden from sight at all costs? I highly doubt that’s the case, but let’s find out for sure. Lose the top.

You can stop right there, cock bag, I growled. I’m not normally so confrontational, but the alcohol had given me courage. I don’t know what you think is going on here, but I am not Danielle’s warm-up act. If you think that I’m going to show you my tits just because…

Trevor quickly silenced me with a slap to the face. Though it didn’t hurt all too much, it effectively derailed my entire train of thought. I knew that he could have hit me much harder, but I couldn’t believe that he would do something so inappropriate. My mind reeling, I simply stared at him with my mouth agape. Looking into his eyes I saw no remorse or shame in what he had done. He looked like a hungry predator that had just spotted easy prey.

I’d apologize for that, he explained in an inappropriately casual tone, but to be completely honest with you, little girl, I’m not sorry in the slightest. In fact, not only do I feel absolutely no regret over hitting you, I’m fully prepared to hit you again. I might even enjoy it.

I had no reason to doubt his words. His body language left no ambiguity, even sitting down he managed to tower over me menacingly. I wanted to run, but I was paralyzed with fear.

I’m not really in the habit of having to ask twice, he continued, and I don’t much care for being denied. I assure you that I’m fully capable of hitting you harder than that – believe me, little girl, I can make it hurt. If you’d like to find out for sure, feel free to make me ask a third time – I promise I won’t feel bad about how I respond. However, if you’d like to leave it up to your imagination, you’d do well to lose the fucking top already.

I didn’t want to find out how hard he could hit. Up close, I could really see how massive Trevor was – hell, his palm was probably bigger than my head. I had no doubt that he could make it hurt, and I didn’t want to find out exactly how much pain he could deliver. Without options, I pulled the top over my head, hoping to avoid any further violence. I figured that Danielle would stick her head out any moment, and this would all be over then.

Sitting there in my bra I felt tremendously self-conscious. I don’t think I’m generally described as ugly, but I have my share of body acceptance issues. It wasn’t really that, though, as much as the feeling of vulnerability. I was half-naked, Trevor was still fully dressed. He didn’t leer at my tits, but in a way that was almost worse – his lack of a reaction was almost offensive.

Danielle isn’t going to like this, I reminded him. She might be into some kinky shit, but I don’t think she lists sexually assaulting roommates as a turn-on.

You don’t have the slightest clue what Danielle is in to, he laughed, and frankly, it doesn’t matter. I’ll let you in on a secret, Faith. Danielle may be an excruciatingly hot piece of ass, but she’s hardly the only one. Even if I was sabotaging my chances with her here, why would I care? I’ve invested practically nothing into getting into her pants; I can invest just as little with some other slut and achieve the same success.

So pick some other slut! I cried. Just leave me the fuck out of this!

What makes you so sure I haven’t picked another slut? he laughed. Incidentally, it’s rarely a good idea to tell me what to do. I’ll let that one slide, as you didn’t know any better, but I’d strongly suggest you not make that mistake again. Speaking of things that you seem to want me to let slide, you seem to still be wearing a bra. Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t I tell you to remove your top?

I thought about arguing that top doesn’t necessarily include bra, but Trevor didn’t seem interested in a debate over semantics. His body language implied that he was equally disinterested in waiting, as well. With no other options, I reluctantly stripped out of my bra. Feeling intensely mortified and vulnerable, I folded my arms tightly across my chest to conceal my nudity.

That wasn’t so hard, now was it? he chided. And hey, it turns out that you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have lovely tits, Faith. Why do you insist on hiding them?

Because I’m not a slut! I cried. I’m not like Danielle; I don’t run around fucking every guy that I see!

Is that what you think of me? came Danielle’s voice from the doorway.

Danielle! I cried, embarrassed that she had heard what I said but relieved that she was there. I didn’t mean it like that, but you have to help me! He’s trying to rape me!

Trevor! Danielle exclaimed, doing her best to sound shocked. You’re not really trying to rape my friend here, are you?

Of course not! Trevor laughed. Well, maybe just a little. You don’t mind, do you?

Well, Danielle sighed, as long as you promise that it’s just a little I guess that it’s okay.

What the fuck is wrong with you?! I screamed. I knew Danielle could be a bit permissive when it came to sex, but this was crossing the line.

Me? she asked. There’s nothing wrong with me, Faith. I’m doing fine. You, on the other hand, seem to have a problem. I don’t know if you’re auditioning for a nunnery or something, but I’ve got some bad news: virginity doesn’t grow back. It’s like I told you, we need to knock those cobwebs out.

Okay, I tried to reason, maybe it has been a long time, but that’s not your concern!

It wouldn’t be, she explained, except you seem to try your hardest to make it my concern. Faith, it’s no secret that you don’t approve of my sex life, and don’t think for one second that I don’t notice when you try to sabotage me. Really, this is your fault. You’ve left me with only two options – I can either stop having sex whenever I want so that you don’t think that I’m a slut, or I can get you having sex so that you can’t judge me. I really don’t feel like changing the way I live just to make you happy, so I’m choosing the fun option. Be grateful for that.

But he could hurt me! I argued.

Trevor, she sighed, trying to sound stern. You’re not going to hurt Faith, are you?

If she doesn’t cooperate? he clarified. Absolutely.

Well, Faith, she laughed, It sounds like you should probably cooperate. Anyway, I’m going to take a quick shower and give you two some privacy. Play nice while I’m gone!

With that said, Danielle was gone. Again alone with Trevor, I lost all hope. Danielle wasn’t going to save me – hell, it sounded like this was all her idea. I couldn’t run; Trevor would have no difficulty catching me. I could scream for help, but it wouldn’t do anything – our nearest neighbor was at least a thousand feet away and would be unlikely to hear. I had no escape, Trevor held all the power.

If it helps, he pointed out, she does want you to enjoy this. She asked me to fuck your brains out, not beat them out. She doesn’t want you getting hurt, she wants you getting off.

That doesn’t help at all, I whimpered. And it’s not going to happen. There’s no way I’ll enjoy this, I absolutely refuse to.

That’s unfortunate, he sighed, and strategically unwise. I’m going to fuck you whether you appreciate what Danielle is doing for you or not. Try to relax and you might enjoy it. Fight it, and, well to be honest I don’t really care – I’ll be having fun either way.

I bet you will, you sick fuck, I hissed.

Trevor shot me a grin while reaching over towards me. I shied away from him, but he was too quick – he easily caught me and wrapped his hand around my wrist. As he effortlessly pulled my arm back towards him I reacted by doing my best to cover both of my breasts with my one free arm; thinking that his goal was to further expose my nudity.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t what he had in mind. Trevor continued to pull on my arm until by entire body fell towards him. Pressing his left hand onto my bare back he forced me over his lap, then twisted my arm behind my back and pinned it down. I kicked wildly into the air, but connected with nothing.

Unable to kick him, I pressed my chest into the couch to cover my breasts and used my free arm to try to strike him. My angle was extremely poor for that, though – I simply flailed helplessly into the air for a few seconds before he grabbed that arm as well. Pinning it to my back with my right arm, he used a single hand to hold them both in place as I struggled with my torso for freedom.

Trevor said nothing as I violently shook my body back and forth in an attempt to escape. He didn’t attack me, or try to force me to remain still, he simple held me in position until I ran out of steam. I lasted for about a minute before I realized that any attempt at escape was completely futile. Exhausted, I collapsed in his lap, breathing heavily.

You’re not giving up already, are you? he laughed. Come on, little girl, let all your anger out. It’s okay, I promise.

Fuck you, I hissed, enraged by his dismissive attitude but powerless to do anything about it.

Rude comments like that are why you’re in this position in the first place, he explained. You should probably watch your disrespectful tone if you’re hoping to be released any time soon.

I wanted to tell him that he could go fuck himself, but I realized that probably wouldn’t go over well. I needed him to release me, and it was clear that I couldn’t force him to. My only chance was to convince him to release me voluntarily, and that would require playing along with his bullshit.

Okay, I growled, doing my best to repress my rage. I’m sorry that I made rude comments. Can you please release me now?

Of course not, he laughed in a way that made me feel like I was stupid to even ask. If I release you without punishing you, how would you learn not to do it again?

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I demanded, losing my cool. I’m not some little girl that you get to punish whenever you feel like. Let me the fuck go, asshole!

I disagree, he shrugged. I think that you very much are some little girl that I can do whatever I please with. If I’m wrong about that, please prove me wrong and free yourself. If that’s not possible, though, I suggest you ask me to punish you. I think a quick spanking would be appropriate in this situation.

You must be fucking joking, I hissed. There’s no way that I’m going to ask you to spank me.

I’m pretty sure there is, he explained. But hey, I’m okay with being proven wrong. I’ll make a deal with you, though – ask for it nicely, and I’ll let you keep your pants up for the spanking. Continue to act like a spoiled little bitch, and they’re coming down – along with your panties.

I wanted to tell him that he was full of shit, but I held my tongue. He had already forced me to remove my top; I had no doubt that he’d be willing to strip me out of my pants as well. Filled with rage I considered trying to struggle again, but I knew it was hopeless. The only way out would be to accept his spanking.

Please spank me, I spat, hating myself for giving in to him. And then let me the fuck go.

I braced myself for the impact, but it didn’t come. Instead, Trevor leaned down, positioning his face near the back of my head. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck; I could make out his shoulder from the corner of my eye. Terrified, I buried my face in the couch.

Exactly which part of ask for it nicely do you not understand? he asked. I’m going to be generous and pretend that I didn’t hear the abortion that just escaped from your lips, but a word of warning – I’m not going to cut such slack again. Fuck it up in any way and I’ll strip you naked and spank you until your ass is bright red.

My anger was quickly dissipating. It wasn’t that I forgave him for his outrageous behavior, though – there just wasn’t any room for anger when I was so filled with fear. The proximity of his face to mine, the feel of his breath on me, and the predatory tone he took made me feel completely helpless and completely trapped – I could no longer pretend that I wasn’t entirely at his mercy.

I’m sorry, I whimpered. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. Please give me a spanking?

Trevor let out a sigh, as if considering whether or not to accept my request. I panicked a little inside, wondering if I should have groveled more. I was considering appending my plea when I felt his hand come down on my ass. It wasn’t what I would consider a spanking so much as just a gentle swat – it didn’t hurt in the slightest, though was fairly undignified. I was happy that he hadn’t hurt me, glad that he wasn’t making me lose my pants, but mildly uncomfortable with the way he let his hand rest on my ass. Perhaps picking up on my discomfort and wanting to prove how little he cared, he squeezed my ass in his hand.

There was something incredibly disturbing about the way that he was grabbing my ass. It didn’t feel like he was copping a cheap feel, it felt like he was marking it as his property. More disturbing, though, was the fact that a part of me didn’t mind – on some level, I liked the idea of being marked as his. Uncomfortable thinking about that, I reminded myself that at least it was better than being spanked. Besides, it’s not like I had a choice in the matter.

Trevor crudely groped my ass for a few seconds before raising his hand up. Realizing that the moment had come, I clenched my jaw and braced for the impact. He let me linger in fear for a second or two before bringing his hand down hard.

I yelped in pain. I had expected it to hurt, but I don’t think I realized just how much it would. I was glad that he had permitted me to keep my pants up – I don’t think that I could have handled the pain had he made me remove them. As the pain dissipated, he began to stroke my hair in an almost tender manner.

I don’t like hurting you, he claimed. Well, I do enjoy it a little, but that’s not the point. The point is that I can make you feel very good, little girl – or I can make you hurt very bad. It’s actually your choice, you know? Cooperate, and you might actually enjoy this. You do want to enjoy this, don’t you?

His question was severely fucking with my mind. On the surface, it was just a way of forcing me to say that I wanted to enjoy it to avoid pain. I could handle that. It was a fucked up thing for him to do, but it wasn’t a big deal. What bothered me was that on a deeper level, it was true – I did want to enjoy it, but I really didn’t want to admit that.

Yes, I admitted, trying to sound reluctant.

Good girl, he praised, patting me on the head like a dog. You’re learning, but I still don’t think you’ve been adequately punished for your rudeness earlier. Ask me to spank you again.

Please don’t make me, I pleaded. I know that I was rude, and I’m really, really sorry, but please don’t spank me again?

Trevor let out another heavy sigh. I hoped that he was going to take pity on me, but I realized that wasn’t very likely. To my surprise, he released his grip on my wrists, allowing me to get up. Cautiously, I folded my arms over my breasts and climbed to my knees. I wasn’t sure what was going on – it didn’t seem like he would show me such mercy, yet I didn’t want to ask questions and provoke him.

Lose the pants, he instructed, and get back in position.

Wait, please don’t do that, I begged, panicking at the thought of being spanked without the protection of my jeans. I swear to god, I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t be rude, I won’t disobey, just give me a chance?

If you had actually learned your lesson, he stated coldly, I doubt that we would be having this conversation. I told you to ask for another spanking, you declined. Had you done as you were told I’d have given you a spanking and let you go, your sin forgiven. Unfortunately, you decided that you knew better about how you should be punished, so now you’re going to take that spanking on your bare ass.

I’m sorry? I offered, hoping that a show of remorse might earn me some slack.

I don’t want your empty apologies, bitch, he growled. You have a choice, now. You can either do as you’ve been told – lose your pants and get your ass back over my knee, or you can continue to argue. Before you make that choice, try to think about what arguing has accomplished for you so far tonight.

I didn’t want to lose my pants, but I knew it would be a bad idea to further provoke him. Stripping out of my jeans I couldn’t help but think about how much it was going to hurt when his hand met my bare skin. I was terrified, but I was also confusingly turned on by the idea. With my pants off I stood before him in my panties alone, still trying to cover my breasts.

I knew that he probably wanted me completely naked, but the idea of losing my panties seemed like it was too much. Besides, he had only told me to lose my pants – I could always claim that I didn’t know any better. Not wanting to give him a chance to tell me to lose my panties as well, I quickly got back into position over his knee and hoped for the best.

Trevor brought his hand to my ass, crudely groping it again. Again, I felt as though he was claiming it as property, and again I found myself struggling to internally oppose the idea. In an attempt to distract myself, I tried to focus on how wonderful it was that he had permitted me to keep my panties on. This didn’t work out too well – a part of me secretly hoped that he would tear them off of me already.

You whine too much, he observed. From the sound of your cry earlier I would have thought that I had broken you in some way. There’s barely a mark where I struck you.

I’m sorry? I offered. It just hurt so much – I don’t think I can take it if you hit me that hard again, especially without my pants.

Poor little girl, he laughed. If only you were as determined to have not fucked up in the first place as you are to escape punishment. Still, I’m not a monster – I’ll let you make your case. Explain to me why I shouldn’t finish punishing you.

Because I’ve already learned my lesson! I pleaded. I won’t ever be rude to you again, please don’t spank me?

We’ve already covered that, he yawned. I can appreciate that you feel that you’ve been punished enough, but you’re going to have to appreciate that I disagree. Now, in a situation like this where we disagree with each other, whom do you think is most likely right?

You are, I sighed in defeat.

That’s a good girl, he praised. So what should you ask for?

Please spank me, I whimpered.

Trevor stopped squeezing my ass and rose his hand up into the air. He paused for a second, allowing me time to tremble in fear, and then brought it back down on my ass hard. A sharp crack filled the air – without the denim to muffle the impact it was a lot noisier. Though my pants may not have seemed to provide a ton of protection the last time, the difference without them was noticeable. I felt like the skin on my ass was on fire where he had struck me. As the pain spread throughout me I began to softly cry.

There, there, little girl, he mock comforted me. I know it hurts, but it has to – you need to learn your place. Try to cheer up, though. Now that you’ve been punished, you’re forgiven. You should thank me for that, by the way.

Thank you, I whimpered. It seemed inappropriate, but I didn’t want to give him an excuse to punish me again.

Good girl, he replied, again patting me on the head. Now, let’s get you out of those panties already.

Wait, you can’t! I cried.

I should punish you for that, he laughed, but I’m too entertained. I would think that by now you’d understand that I can do whatever I please, and that certainly includes stripping you naked. Still, I don’t want you to think I don’t care about your feelings, so I’ll let you make your case. Explain to me exactly why it is that I can’t.

I’m sorry, I corrected myself. I don’t mean that you can’t. I know you can, and I’m not arguing about that. What I meant to say is, please don’t take my panties?

You’re telling me nothing, he growled. I already know that you don’t want to lose your panties, I’d like to know why you’re willing to risk another spanking in order to keep them on.

His mention of another spanking scared the hell out of me. I considered dropping it right there and removing my panties for him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was horrified at the idea of being naked; even though I was secretly beginning to realize that I wanted this I couldn’t manage to actually participate. Besides, he had asked me to explain why – refusing to explain myself could make him angry.

I guess I just feel safer with them on? I offered, hoping it would be enough.

Safer? he laughed. How on Earth do your panties make you safer?

I don’t know, I cried. I just feel like if I’m not wearing them, it would be easier to rape me.

Trevor let out a heavy sigh, sounding simultaneously amused and irritated. Without warning he slid his hand down the back of my panties, forcing his fingers between my legs. I tried to clench my thighs together to block him out, but it was no use – he was too strong for me. I could feel his fingers against my pussy, and I was mortified – there was no way that he could miss how wet I was. Ashamed by my body’s stubborn refusal to not be turned on by him, I began to sob.

Cotton panties make shitty chastity belts, he explained. Trust me, it would be easy enough to rape you without stripping you out of them first. That is, if it were possible to call this rape – with a cunt that wet I hardly think the term is appropriate.

Humiliated, I buried my face in the couch and continued sobbing. He didn’t seem to mind – without waiting for an invitation he curled his fingers and inserted two into me. To my disgust they slid right in with ease, generating a wet noise on the way. Unconsciously I felt myself relaxing my thighs and spreading them wider. I caught myself quickly and considered slamming them back together, but it seemed pointless – he was already in; all I’d be doing would be keeping him there.

As amusing at it is to watch you cry into your couch, he began, I’m a bit disappointed in you. You’ve been so quick to argue all night, and you’re just going to give up now? Shouldn’t you be explaining why your dripping snatch doesn’t mean anything?

I don’t want to talk about it, I whimpered into the couch.

I’m not surprised, he stated. I don’t think I’d want to talk about it either if I was in your position. Fortunately, what you want isn’t all too important here. You know, little girl, I’ve been with a lot of women and very few of them start soaking their panties the instant they get spanked. To be fair, though, most of them weren’t total sluts.

I hated that accusation. Though I was emotionally overwhelmed with feelings of fear, confusion, and desire, his choice of words was not acceptable. I was not a slut, regardless of what he thought, and I wasn’t about to stand for such a false and evil accusation.

I am not a slut, I growled, doing my best to sound defiant.

You can’t honestly believe that, he laughed as he began to pump his fingers in and out of me. You’re bent over the knee of a man that you don’t know who just spanked your ass. You’re almost naked, despite the fact that I’m fully clothed. I’ve made it very clear that I’m planning to use you for sex and nothing more, and your cunt is positively drooling at the prospect of that. I’m fairly certain that slut is the appropriate word, wouldn’t you agree?

I wanted to argue but couldn’t find words with which to do so. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t as wet as he claimed – the sloshing sound that emanated from between my legs each time he pumped his fingers made it very clear that he was telling the truth. I couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t still very much a stranger. Unable to argue or accept that I was a slut, I simply pressed my face into the couch and tried to ignore it.

Trevor didn’t seem to like my hiding. Grabbing me by the hair he pulled my face up, then rolled me over so that I was lying on my back over him. Pressing his right arm against my collarbone to hold me down he resumed his assault on my cunt with his left as I struggled not to moan in pleasure openly. Again I unconsciously parted my legs to allow him access.

Trevor continued to finger fuck me for several more minutes. I didn’t resist – if anything, I allowed him access by keeping my legs open and raising my hips to give him a better angle. As he continued to use my body without the slightest regard for my consent I felt an orgasm building.

This was beyond strange. I had experienced orgasms before, but only through masturbation. While I hadn’t been with many men, none of them had managed to get me off. I had always assumed that this was because I was too nervous around them, though that hardly made sense in my current situation. Trevor made me more nervous than anyone I had ever met, an orgasm around him should have been outright impossible.

My cunt, however, didn’t seem to care if it should have been impossible. As Trevor continued to pump me with his fingers I realized that an orgasm wasn’t just possible, it was inevitable. I was horrified at the idea – it felt like if he made me cum, I really would be every bit the slut that he claimed that I was. More troubling, though, was the fact that a part of me liked that idea of being his slut very much. Still, I wasn’t completely defeated just yet – I summoned my willpower and did my best to put off the orgasm.

Trevor made me regret that decision. He continued to finger fuck me until I reached the point where I felt that I could no longer hold back, then immediately stopped and removed his hand from my panties. Being cut off that close to orgasm was painful; I groaned loudly while clenching my thighs together in a futile attempt to finish myself off. Trevor simply looked down at me, smiling at my suffering while holding his glistening fingers in my field of vision.

Poor little girl, he laughed, you look so tremendously unhappy. Why exactly is that?

His question felt monstrously cruel. He must have known goddamned well why I was unhappy; making me tell him was just wrong. I was under more than enough stress without having to suffer the indignity of being forced to admit to my rapist that I wanted him to make me cum. Unfortunately, my cunt didn’t really care about my dignity; it wanted satisfaction regardless of the cost.

Please finish, I begged, hating myself for giving in.

Finish? he laughed. We’re just getting started, little girl – you didn’t honestly think that all of this was just a complicated scheme to work my fingers into that sloppy fuck hole between your legs, did you?

I meant please finish me off, I clarified, my face going bright red in shame.

I’d be happy to, he replied. But first, I’m going to need something from you. You claimed, for reasons that likely make sense only to yourself, that you are not a slut. I’d like you to correct yourself.

I couldn’t obey him. It made no sense, feigning chastity after begging a stranger to make me cum, but I just couldn’t let him claim that I was a slut. My cunt screamed at me, demanding an orgasm; but my lips just couldn’t debase myself the way he wanted me to.

I can’t say that, I pleaded. Please don’t make me? Please just let me cum?

Trevor shot me a disapproving look, as if to demonstrate that he couldn’t believe that I would think my pleas would work. Bringing his left hand up to my face he held his fingers in front of my eyes, showing me how they gleamed in the light. As a smile crept over his face he forced his fingers into my mouth, bathing my tongue in the taste of my own sex.

I wish that I could say that I resisted, but I didn’t. Instead of fighting him, I eagerly sucked the juices from his fingers. A part of it was that I hoped that if I showed him that I was a slut then he wouldn’t force me to say it, but that wasn’t my only motivation. The truth was that I liked the idea of being used like that, in a disgusting and degrading manner.

Trevor seemed to enjoy my cooperation, but not enough to go easy on me. Still smiling, he began to pump his fingers in and out of my mouth; much like he had done earlier in my cunt. I gagged a little, but held my mouth open to permit his assault. It made me feel cheap and worthless, but strangely it did nothing to turn me off. As wet noises came forth from my mouth, Trevor only laughed.

After several seconds of violating my mouth, Trevor removed his fingers and moved his hand back towards my crotch. Hoping to encourage him to finish the job that he had started earlier, I spread my legs wide and raised my hips into the air. To my disappointment, though, he simply rested his hand on my inner thigh. As I squirmed about in an unconscious desire to finally cum, he looked down into my eyes.

I think I’m going to fuck your mouth, he mused.

I wanted to demand that he make me cum first, but it seemed like a bad idea to make demands. Additionally, the truth was that I was still far too shy to even ask him for anything sexual. Hoping that he’d take pity on my situation I looked up at him, begging him with my eyes. Unfortunately, Trevor apparently wasn’t feeling merciful. Rather than reward my submission with an orgasm, he crudely pushed me off of his lap and onto the floor.

As I crawled back up to my hands and knees, Trevor unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was already hard, which was both comforting and terrifying. It was nice to know that he had enjoyed my sexual abuse as much as I had; in a way it made it feel a little less inappropriate. On the other hand, though, the intensity of his erection was extremely intimidating – his cock looked about as angry as I think a cock can look.

Intimidated and ashamed I simply knelt before him, my mouth agape. Trevor didn’t seem interested in giving me time to adjust, though. Reaching forward, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to him. Not wanting to piss him off I opened my mouth and accepted his cock.

With the tip in my mouth, Trevor moved his hand to the back of my head. Applying pressure he pushed my head down, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. As it entered my throat I gagged and tried to jerk back violently. Trevor held my head in place for a couple seconds to demonstrate that he could before he released me. I came up for air, tears streaming down my face and saliva all around my mouth, but I did not attempt to run away.

The effort’s there, he critiqued, but the skill is lacking. If you’re going to be my slut, you’re going to need to learn to take a cock down your throat without disappointing me like that. You do want to be my slut, don’t you?

I do, I nodded. I told myself that I was only saying it because I had to, but I knew that I was speaking the truth.

Good girl, he praised. I don’t want you to worry, I’m fully willing to invest the effort I need to training you correctly. As long as I feel you’re trying to improve, you’ll have my patience. Should I feel that you’re slacking off, though, you will be punished. Before long, you’ll be getting fucked in all three holes like a pro.

His promise was terrifying. I wanted to explain to him that I don’t do anal, but he didn’t give me a chance. Grabbing me by the hair he again forced my head down on his cock, making any conversation impossible. I figured it didn’t really matter anyway – telling him that I don’t take it up the ass was unlikely to yield the results I desired.

Trevor again moved his hand to the back of my head and pushed down. As his cock went deeper into my mouth, I dreaded the point where I knew that I’d gag again. Fortunately, he didn’t go quite as far. Right when he got deep enough that I felt I couldn’t take it any more he relaxed his grip, allowing me to bring my head up. He stopped me before his cock came out of my mouth, though, and pushed me back down.

Repeating the process, Trevor forced me to take a little more of his cock with each thrust. I continued to gag each time he went deep, but it was manageable. Frustratingly, the abuse did nothing to quell my arousal. I needed to cum even more than I had before, but Trevor didn’t seem interested in helping.

Cautiously, I slid my hand into my panties. I was incredibly nervous that he would notice –I didn’t think he’d be angry about it, but I knew that he’d use it as evidence that I really was a slut. That nervousness quickly faded, though, as soon as my finger made contact with my clit. The lust I felt was intense, at that moment I didn’t care if he noticed – all I cared about was my own orgasm.

If Trevor noticed what I was doing, he didn’t seem to mind. His focus seemed to be purely on violating my mouth. His rough treatment was distracting, but not distracting enough to interfere with my quickly approaching orgasm. Emboldened by the fact that he didn’t seem to care or notice, I began to masturbate in earnest.

It didn’t take long. While Trevor fucked my throat I began to cum hard. At first I did my best to disguise it, not wanting him to notice. After a few seconds, though, I realized how pointless that was – there was no way that he could possibly be ignorant to what I was experiencing. Figuring that the damage was done, I gave myself license to cum openly; moaning even as his cock gagged me.

Trevor permitted me to finish my orgasm before he ran his fingers through my hair and gripped hard. Pulling up, he forced me off of his dick and held my head before him. As I looked at him nervously, he began to slowly shake his head; a look of disappointment on his face.

Did you just cum, you little slut? he demanded.

Uhm, kind of? I offered. I was embarrassed, but my embarrassment was shifting into worry. His tone of voice implied that I had done something wrong.

I suppose I can cut you some slack just this one time, he sighed. You didn’t know any better, after all. In the future, you will not cum without permission from me. Is that understood?

His question freaked me out. The implication that there would be a next time was both terrifying and strangely desirable, as was the idea that I would have to ask permission. Still, I knew better than to argue, and instead simply nodded my head.

Good girl, he praised. And I’m glad you neglected to correct me when I referred to you as a slut. This will be much easier with you being able to accept your true nature.

I didn’t want to argue with him, but he was pushing me. I was not a slut, and I was getting tired of him claiming otherwise. I knew he’d probably make me regret it, but I just couldn’t hold my tongue.

I am not a slut, I growled, looking him dead in the eyes.

I suspected that he’d punish me for it, but it had to be said. Unpredictably though, he seemed to be amused instead of angry. In a way, it was worse. Had he given me another spanking it would hurt, but I’d still be able to claim that I wasn’t a slut. By looking so entertained he implied that the very idea that I was a chaste person was laughable. As he began to chuckle, I felt myself losing my temper.

It’s not fucking funny! I insisted. I am not a fucking slut! Stop fucking laughing!

Or what? he laughed. Are you going to beat me up, little girl? Drop the act; you have nothing with which to threaten me. If you want to argue that you’re not a slut, though, by all means go ahead. You’ve been entertaining so far, and I’m sure this’ll be downright hilarious.

I wanted to punch him in the face, but I knew I didn’t have the courage to do it. It was for the better, anyway. I doubt that I could even hurt him, and he’d have little difficulty punishing me for my attack. Forcing down the rage, I tried to gather my thoughts and argue that I wasn’t a slut – he had given me permission, it seemed wasteful not to take it. Unfortunately, there weren’t a ton of arguments that I could make that I hadn’t already disproven by my actions.

It’s not like I do this all the time, I argued.

You mean like Danielle, he prodded.

I hadn’t, actually. I was only talking about myself, but Danielle did seem like a good example of how I didn’t behave. I was angry at her anyway, I didn’t see any reason why I shouldn’t bash her to defend myself.

Yes, exactly, I agreed. She’s probably been with more men in the last month than I’ve been with in my entire life. She’s the slut, not me.

Are you still going off on that? came Danielle’s voice from the doorway. Jesus, Trevor, I’d have thought you’d have broken her of that habit by now.

These things take time, Trevor shrugged. Progress is being made, but it’s unreasonable to expect instant results.

I’m not asking for instant, Danielle shot back, but her panties are still on. You haven’t even fucked the little bitch yet, have you?

Danielle, Trevor sighed, as much as I generally enjoy feedback, this is not the time. I assure you, I know what I’m doing. While I’m sure you have interesting and unique insight, I’d much prefer it if you could just shut the fuck up.

It was interesting watching their conversation. Trevor’s tone implied that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to have Danielle criticize his actions. I wondered if I could use that to my advantage – perhaps getting Trevor on Danielle instead of myself. Strangely, the idea of Trevor raping Danielle didn’t comfort me -- it made me jealous.

Not that I’m obligated to address your concern, Trevor continued, but I was just about to fuck the little bitch, as you so eloquently phrased it.

Calm down, she replied. I’m just screwing with you; I know that you know what you’re doing. If you’re about to fuck her, I’d love to help. You can even use my bed.

I don’t really need your help, Trevor shot back.

I know you don’t, Danielle explained, but I’d like to help anyway. Come on, let me at least hold the little bitch’s legs apart for you. Please?

I hated the idea of Danielle watching, and hated the idea of her helping him even more. I was hoping that I’d be able to lie about the experience later and deny that I may have enjoyed it a little more than I should have, and that would be difficult to do with her there. As Trevor looked over at me I pleaded with him with my eyes to refuse her offer. That may have been a mistake – he seemed to enjoy the discomfort that it was inspiring.

Fair enough, he laughed. You can help.

Trevor rose to his feet while maintaining his grip on my hair and followed Danielle to her bedroom. I wanted to fight him, but knew that it was futile. Instead I simply allowed him to lead me into her room by my hair, as if it were a leash. Once all three of us were inside he crudely shoved me towards the bed and shut the door behind us.

Unsure of what to do I stood around nervously as Trevor disrobed. I glanced at Danielle, hoping that she might stop things before they went too far. Unfortunately, I saw no sympathy in her eyes. She looked amused and aroused, unlikely to help. Noticing the fact that I was looking at her she approached me slowly.

You don’t need her panties on, do you? she asked Trevor.

I don’t, he shrugged. Feel free to remove them if you like.

I wanted to keep my panties, but it seemed like that would be impossible. I might have been able to take Danielle, but I didn’t expect Trevor to just stand idly by while I tried. Talking her out of it clearly wasn’t going to happen; the expression on her face made it very clear that she wasn’t interested in discussion. Resigned to my fate, I simply stood still as she pulled my panties to the floor.

With my panties around my ankles Danielle shoved me to the bed, forcing me on to it. She took a minute to stare at my body, openly leering at me. Her staring made me extremely uncomfortable; I attempted to cover my nudity with my arms but she continued to ogle me. In a strange way, I was starting to feel closer to Trevor than I was to her.

Trevor finished removing his clothing and approached the bed. Following his lead, Danielle hopped into bed and sat up next to my head. Grabbing my arms, she pulled them back and pinned them down. Trevor knelt down in front of me and wrapped his hands around my ankles. I struggled to keep my legs crossed, but it was pointless – he effortlessly pulled my ankles aside, exposing my vagina. Unable to move any of my limbs, I tried in vain to clench my thighs together, feeling mortified and vulnerable.

Climb up on her chest, Trevor instructed. Kneel on her elbows and grab her ankles. If she resists, feel free to smother her with your ass.

As Danielle climbed into position I thought about the implications of what Trevor said. I knew that Danielle identified as bisexual, though I always assumed she made that claim only to make herself more appealing to men. I didn’t think that she’d actually do anything sexual to me normally, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she did on Trevor’s suggestion.

The idea of being with her sexually was terrifying. I had always identified as straight, and even if I was into women I don’t think that Danielle would be the type of woman that I’d end up with. Fortunately, she was still clothed – though she was wearing a skirt. I forced myself to relax my body, allowing her to take control in the hopes that she wouldn’t feel the need to punish me.

Jesus, look how wet this bitch is, she laughed. It almost seems cruel that you haven’t fucked her yet.

Danielle’s comment made me tremendously self-conscious. Knowing that she was staring between my legs, it took all of my willpower just to keep myself from trying to clench them shut. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long – I quickly felt Trevor’s body rubbing up against mine and the head of his cock brushing up against my slit. Again I felt my cunt fighting with my mind, though this time it didn’t really matter who won. Regardless of whether I wanted it or not, I was about to get fucked.

Trevor braced his hands against the inside of my knees and with a single motion penetrated me hard. There was no romance or tenderness in his actions; he was clearly fucking me, not making love to me. It hurt a little, but less than I would have expected – as Danielle had pointed out, I was really, really wet down there.

As Trevor worked into a steady pace I felt my defenses melting. It was too late to prevent him from fucking me and my wetness contradicted any claim that I might try to make about not enjoying it. Seeing as I was already damned, I gave myself license to give in. I tried to pull my ankles out of Danielle’s grip, wanting to wrap them around Trevor’s body.

Danielle didn’t seem to appreciate my cooperation. Tightening her grip on my ankles she pulled back and out, showing me that she was in charge – not me. Holding me steady, she lowered herself down and balanced her weight on my face. She made sure that my face went under the very short skirt that she was wearing; the only thing between my skin and her twat was the thin fabric of her panties. It was humiliating and uncomfortable, but strangely, it was also a turn-on.

I put up a token struggle with my arms but gave up quickly. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to free myself, I just felt like it would be inappropriate to not at least try. A part of me didn’t even want to be free, anyway. I was still mad at Danielle, but I couldn’t deny that I was glad she had set this up.

Danielle ground her ass into my face, thrusting it back and forth. I don’t think that she was getting any kind of sexual pleasure out of it, but she seemed to enjoy humiliating me. Breathing in the musky scent of her cunt through her panties, I began to doubt my sexuality. I still didn’t actually want to be with a woman, but I secretly hoped that she’d remove her panties. I wouldn’t be willing to go down on her in any other situation, but I would have liked her to force me.

As Danielle continued to grind her crotch into my face, Trevor increased his pace. Surprisingly, I felt another orgasm building rapidly. I remembered Trevor’s warning about cumming without permission, but I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified by the idea of having to ask for permission in front of Danielle, knowing that she’d remind me of it every chance that she got. At the same time, I didn’t think I’d be able to stop or hide my orgasm. I didn’t know exactly how Trevor might punish me if I came without permission, but I didn’t want to find out, either.

I tried to forget about my predicament, but that just wasn’t going to happen. With each powerful thrust Trevor pushed me closer to the edge and reminded me that I’d have to take action. I didn’t want to beg him for permission to cum, but it didn’t seem like it would make that much of a difference – Danielle already had all the ammunition that she would need to humiliate me in the future. Besides, I knew that if I came without permission Trevor would punish me in a way that would be far worse than the indignity I’d suffer asking for permission.

Swallowing my pride, I tried to speak. Danielle didn’t seem to approve of this and pressed her crotch down into my mouth, muffling my voice. I tried to turn my head to the side, but she held it still between her thighs.

Let her speak, Trevor ordered, still fucking me hard. You can grind your cunt into her later.

With a heavy sigh, Danielle lifted off of my face. I knew that she didn’t like being ordered around – I was actually mostly surprised that she obeyed without challenge. Gasping for air, I searched for the courage to ask Trevor for permission to cum. Unfortunately, with Danielle hovering over my face and obviously paying close attention, I was too embarrassed.

If you don’t have anything to say, Trevor warned, I don’t see why I shouldn’t let Danielle hump your face some more. I’ll give you three seconds – if you haven’t spat it out by then, I’ll just assume it isn’t that important.

Please let me cum, I blurted out, knowing that if Danielle silenced me again I likely wouldn’t be able to hold off my orgasm long enough to get another chance to ask.

What a fucking slut, Danielle laughed. I might sleep around, but even I would never beg a man to let me cum.

I’m not a slut! I growled.

If you’re not a slut, Trevor interjected, then you should have no problem with me declining your request. After all, a chaste girl should never cum from her own rape – it simply wouldn’t be proper. If you have nothing else to say, I think it’s only fair that Danielle should be permitted to continue using your face as she pleases.

Wait! I shouted, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to contain my orgasm. Please don’t make me say it? Please just let me cum?

You’re wasting time, Trevor growled, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts. And if you think that being forced to admit that you’re a slut is bad, just wait and see what will happen if you dare to cum without permission. Danielle, shut this bitch up for me.

I wanted to continue arguing, but Danielle immediately silenced me by forcing her crotch back into my face. I tried to talk through her, but it was futile – her position made it impossible to move my mouth and her body muffled my words. Unable to voice my objection, I tried as best as I could to put off my orgasm.

Forcing myself to not cum was not something that I had experience with. I found the task to be nearly impossible – as much as I tried to think of asexual things, Trevor’s rigid thrusts consistently managed to remind me of my predicament. I managed to last a few more minutes before I had to accept that it was impossible to put it off any longer. Not wanting to be punished, I screamed into Danielle’s cunt in the hopes of getting their attention. Danielle slid back, allowing me to speak again.

Before you say anything, Trevor warned, if the next words out of your mouth aren’t I’m a fucking slut I swear to god that you won’t get another chance.

I didn’t want to say it, but I didn’t have a choice. Even if Trevor would have tolerated argument, I didn’t have time to make a case. I knew that I couldn’t hold off a second longer.

I’m a fucking slut, I admitted, tears streaming down my face. Please let me cum now?

Make her admit she’s a bigger slut than me, Danielle demanded. Don’t let her cum until she does.

I’m not going to force her to lie, Trevor laughed. I just wanted her to acknowledge her true nature. Faith, you may cum.

He had barely finished speaking when my orgasm finally began. I knew that I should have been humiliated and enraged by the indignity of being forced to admit that I was a slut, but the only thing I could think of was how good it felt. Openly moaning in bliss, I came hard – apathetic to my own dignity.

Satisfied that he had made me admit what I really am, Trevor began to cum shortly after I did. With a deep grunt he thrust deep into me, flooding my insides with his warm semen. I tried again to wrap my legs around him, but Danielle stopped me. I didn’t care, I was in heaven.

Danielle released me and climbed off after our orgasms ended. Exhausted, Trevor collapsed on top of me. Breathing heavily, I wrapped both my arms and legs around him, not wanting him to ever pull out. I was still afraid of him, still feeling victimized; but I didn’t want to let go. I had come to terms with the fact that I was a slut. I just wanted to make sure that he knew I was his slut, too.

All three of us slept in Danielle’s bed that night, with Trevor holding me in his massive arms. I probably should have been afraid, but I wasn’t. I felt safer than I ever had before with him. The fact that he was holding me instead of Danielle made me happy. It also gave me ideas.

It seemed like Trevor liked me better than Danielle. I was thrilled by that, but it also presented an opportunity. Although I was glad that Danielle had set the whole thing up, it felt like she should be punished for it as well. If I could get Trevor on my side, I could make that happen.

The second chapter of this story is here.

Monday, May 21, 2012

The Family - Chapter 1

Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

I kept it a secret from my parents. They were fairly open-minded for their age, but I knew they wouldn’t approve. Moving in with one man and his four other girlfriends wouldn’t go over well with them. They’d say that I was being used for sex, that I was being exploited, that I couldn’t possibly want this. They’d think that I was a slut. They wouldn’t understand.

The truth, of course, was that I didn’t understand either. I knew that I wanted this, but I couldn’t figure out why. I had never been with a woman and I had no experience with BDSM. Moving into a situation where I would be sleeping with multiple women and the pecking order would be strictly controlled by and enforced with violence and sexual domination shouldn’t have been appealing to me. It was, though.

The sex was a strong factor. My experiences with vanilla sex had left me perpetually unfilled; I always felt like I was missing something. While the act was enjoyable, I secretly longed for a man who would take charge and force me to do what he wanted without the slightest concern for what I wanted. The idea was uncomfortable to think about, but I wanted to be forced, raped, and used. I didn’t want to make love, I wanted to be conquered.

It wasn’t all about the sex, though. There was a kind of affection that I saw in Caleb’s family that I hadn’t seen anywhere else. They seemed to genuinely care for and love each other, whether it was in spite of or because of the horrible sexual acts they perpetrated against each other I didn’t know. I did know that I desperately wanted something like that.

I had been spending as much time as I could with them, and yet I still felt like an outsider. They were warm and friendly with me, and I would call them true friends, but we all knew that they were one unit and I was a different unit. When Caleb offered me the chance to join them and experience the love that I had only seen from the outside I jumped at it.

He told me I could take as long as I needed to reach a decision. He made it extremely clear that the offer would not expire, but that I needed to be absolutely certain before I gave an answer. I gave him my answer on the spot. He simply patted me on the head and told me to come back on Friday at 10:00 PM.

I arrived at the house on time, overwhelmed by eagerness and nervousness. Ringing the doorbell, I realized that this would be the last time that I came here as a visiting friend. In the future, if everything went alright, I’d be coming home.

Allison let me in, though her demeanor was starkly different from all the other times. There was still a look of genuine friendship in her eyes, but she felt more solemn. Taking my hand, she led me into the living room.

The coffee table had been moved to the side of the room, leaving an empty area surrounded by the three couches facing inwards. Caleb sat alone on the center couch, with Jen and Kate on the couch to his left. Laura sat on the couch to Caleb’s right, staring at me as I entered. After leading me into the center of the room Allison took her seat besides Caleb, curling up next to him.

Welcome back, Melissa, Caleb announced warmly. You’re here to join us, and we’re all eager to accept you. However, there is a process that you must go through first, and I’m going to explain it to you. Please pay careful attention, as it’s critical that you fully understand what’s going on. Is that understood?

Yes, I answered, thrilled by the idea that it was finally happening.

Good girl, he smiled. First and foremost, you have the right to end this process at any time by asking us to stop. There’s a catch however: if you abort you will not be welcomed into our family. We can still be friends, but you will not be one of us.

I understand, I replied. And I have no intention of stopping.

I’m glad, he stated, but it’s important that you know you can. Moving on, we thrive on honesty – telling lies could tear us apart. From this moment on, you are absolutely required to tell the truth at all times.

I promise I won’t lie, I replied.

We’re about to put that to the test, he explained. The first part of this process is the interview. We’re going to go around the room and ask you questions, mostly focusing on your sex life. These questions may be extremely personal and even downright vulgar. You may be embarrassed, or even humiliated, but you’ll be honest as well.

I understand, I answered. And I’m ready.

Not quite yet you aren’t, Caleb corrected. You will be completely nude for the interview. When you’re ready, strip out of your clothes and take a seat on the floor.

I quickly stripped down to my bra and panties and took a deep breath. I had never been too comfortable with my own body, and the fact that everyone else was fully dressed made the concept of full nudity even scarier. Still, I wanted this, and was willing to do what it took. Slipping off my underwear I placed my clothing to the side and took a seat on the floor. Feeling their eyes crawling over my naked skin, I crossed my arms in an attempt to cover my nudity as best as I could.

Let’s begin, Caleb announced. I’ll go first, then we’ll go around in a circle. Melissa, when was the last time you were tested for sexually transmitted diseases?

I was a bit surprised. His warning had implied that the questions would be degrading and crass, yet his question seemed completely reasonable and professional. Comforted by that knowledge, I relaxed and let down my guard a bit.

Last week, I answered truthfully. I’m clean.

When did you lose your virginity? Allison inquired as soon as I finished my reply.

When I was 18, I answered.

That’s rather old, she observed. Waiting that long could imply that you’re not entirely comfortable with sex. We won’t judge you for past behavior, of course, but you do realize that you’ll be expected to submit to us sexually whenever we desire it, don’t you?

I do, I replied.

Have you ever been with a woman? Jen chirped in.

I haven’t, I admitted. But I realize that will change.

You have no idea, Allison laughed.

Have you ever thought about being with a woman? Kate asked.

I have, I answered. I’ve just never acted on it.

How often do you masturbate? asked Laura.

It depends, I replied. Usually it’s about once a day, sometimes a lot more, sometimes a lot less.

When you’re masturbating, Caleb began, do you ever think about people who are in this room right now?

Yes, I admitted. I was nervous that the confession might make them think I was a pervert, but they seemed to approve.

You’ll be fucking yourself much more than once a day from now on, Allison warned, but we’ll cover that later. When you fuck yourself, what position are you in?

Usually on my back, I answered.

I can’t picture that, Allison lied. How does that work?

Uhm, I just lie on my back and use my fingers? I suggested, unclear on where she was going.

I’m sorry, but that just doesn’t make any sense, Allison continued. I’m trying to picture it, but I just can’t see it. Perhaps you could show us?

I understood what she was saying. I was tremendously embarrassed, but I reminded myself that I was amongst friends. Lying flat on my back, I parted my legs slightly and moved my hand over my crotch – partially to demonstrate my position, but mostly to cover my nudity. Looking around at the six fully clothed adults, I felt more naked than I had ever felt in my life.

I’m really sorry to look so ignorant, Allison pressed, but I still don’t understand. How on Earth do you manage to get off if you’re just lying there completely still? I would think it would involve a lot more motion.

I looked around, hoping that someone would take pity on my obvious reluctance and stop her. Unfortunately for me, no one seemed to look shocked that she would push me so far – if anything, they looked impatient that I was taking so long. Realizing that I had no choice, I began to emulate the motions that I made when I masturbated.

You’re so timid and gentle, Allison observed. That will change, of course. Regardless, my question is answered.

Thank you, I answered as I began to sit back up.

She didn’t tell you to stop, Caleb interjected. Continue until you’re instructed otherwise.

Reluctantly, I laid back down. Placing my finger on my clit, I began making a slow, circular motion. I wasn’t really masturbating, just going through the motions while hoping that someone would tell me to stop. Looking around, it didn’t seem like anyone was too eager to give that command.

Have you ever taken it up the ass? Jen asked.

I haven’t, I answered.

You’ve really never had anything up your asshole? Kate pressed.

I mean, I’ve never had anal sex, I clarified. I’ve had things put in my anus, though.

Your ass, Allison corrected. Save the clinical terms for your gynecologist. Around here, you’ll get fucked in the ass, not the anus.

I’m sorry, I apologized. I mean to say that I’ve had things put in my ass.

Much better, Laura praised. When you say things, what exactly are you talking about?

Just fingers, I answered. I’ve dated a few men who liked to stick a finger up my ass when they had the chance.

Tell us, Melissa, Caleb instructed, have you fantasized about being fucked in the ass?

Anal sex was not something that I was entirely comfortable talking about. I saw it as an extremely degrading and dehumanizing act, meant more to disrespect the receiver than anything else. I had fantasized about being used that way, but I was embarrassed to admit it. Still, I remembered Caleb’s instructions regarding honesty.

I have, I confessed, my cheeks going red with embarrassment.

I always suspected you were a bit of an ass whore, Allison laughed. Well, you might not be one yet, but that’s sure to change. When you fantasize about getting ass-fucked, what position do you see yourself in?

Usually on my hands and knees, I explained. Sometimes on my back, like this.

Can we skip the part where I pretend I have no idea how hands and knees would work? Allison sighed, sounding impatient. In fact, from now on I’d like your answers to be more physical and less verbal.

Groaning in humiliation, I crawled up on my hands and knees. Remembering that I was instructed to continue masturbating until told otherwise, I reached back and continued to rub my clit as I pressed my cheek into the carpet. The humiliation and rapid bombardment of questions was taking its toll on my inhibition and I realized that I was no longer strictly just going through the motions. It felt very strange – I had never masturbated with an audience before.

If you were getting fucked in your asshole, Jen began, would you want the man to pull out before he came, or would you prefer to take his load up your ass.

I haven’t really thought about it, I answered. I guess I’d prefer that he cum inside me, but I wouldn’t mind if he pulled out.

So you like it when men cum inside you? Kate asked.

I do, I admitted.

Normally I’d be a bit more reluctant to answer such personal questions. I didn’t consider myself a prude, but these were not things that I would generally discuss openly. Paradoxically, the vulnerability of my position seemed to inspire a sense of boldness in my answers. Being exposed and masturbating while five fully clothed people watched made me feel like it was senseless to hold back. Giving my clit a break from all the rubbing, I began to pump two fingers in and out of my vagina.

Speaking of cum, Laura began, how would you feel about wearing a man’s cum in public?

I’m not sure, I stated. I think it would be extremely humiliating, and I might actually be too embarrassed to do it. At the same time, it seems like it would be pretty hot. You wouldn’t actually make me do that, would you?

Caleb smiled a bit, but didn’t answer the question. He didn’t really have to. I knew that they would almost certainly push me into doing sexual things that I would find humiliating; things that I wouldn’t otherwise even consider. I knew they’d intentionally push my limits. I think that was a big part of why I was there in the first place.

I think that’s enough questions, Caleb announced. For now, at least. Melissa, you may stop fucking yourself and stand up, but you’ll remain naked. As for everyone else, let us discuss.

A part of me really wished that he hadn’t given me permission to stop masturbating. I was too nervous to actually attain orgasm, but I was actually beginning to really enjoy myself. I didn’t want to appear too slutty, though, so I stopped and rose to my feet.

She’s too inexperienced, Laura critiqued. Never been with a woman, never took a cock up her ass. I don’t think she’ll have an easy time adjusting.

She knows what she’s getting into here, Allison intervened. She believes that she can make the adjustment, and I’m inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, some of us enjoy corrupting the innocent.

She’s afraid of wearing cum in public, Laura argued. That may not be all too tame, but it’s hardly the most extreme thing that she’s likely to face. What are the odds that she’ll be able to handle the other stuff that we’ll throw at her?

It felt extremely dehumanizing, standing naked in the middle of the room while they talked about me as if I wasn’t there. I wanted to claim that she was wrong, that I could handle it, but I knew it wouldn’t be appropriate to speak out of turn. Holding my tongue, I simply stood still. I felt as if I was a humanoid sex toy that they were debating the purchase of.

If she can’t handle it, she’ll leave, Caleb stated. I would hate for that to happen, and I don’t think it will, but that’s the truth. You’ll be no poorer for it, so I suggest you stop worrying. The only objection I’ve heard so far is that she’s too innocent, which is hardly an objection in my mind at all. Does anyone have anything else they’d like to say?

I looked around the room, wondering what would be said next. Everyone was staring at me, but no one opened their mouths. I was cautiously thrilled – if no one had anything to say, that probably meant that I had passed that round and I was one step closer to being in.

Wonderful, Caleb announced after it was clear that no one had an objection. Innocence is no reason to bar her entry into our family, so as far as I’m concerned she’s passed – bringing us to the next round. I’ll be excusing myself for now to turn in early, Melissa, but I leave you in Allison’s very capable hands.

Wait, what’s going on? I asked, legitimately confused.

You’re hoping to become a sister to these women, he explained. Before that happens, they’ll want to see what you’re like. Think of it as a test drive, in a way. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure Allison will be very gentle.

I actually won’t, Allison interjected. I’ll be extremely cruel. I won’t even try to be gentle.

I know, Caleb laughed while patting her head as he rose to his feet. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.

I panicked a little as Caleb left the room. I knew that I would have to have sex with a woman at some point, but I didn’t expect it so early and I had hoped that there would be a man involved when it did happen. Looking around I hoped to see some sign that this was just a test, but I wasn’t so lucky. The expression on my new sisters’ faces was predatory; I felt like a lamb tossed in into the middle of a wolf pack. As he shut the door behind him I took a deep breath and braced myself.

You look absolutely terrified, Allison observed. That’s actually probably healthy – you’re naked and surrounded by a number of people who have openly expressed the desire to violate you sexually, if you weren’t terrified I’d be concerned. I’m not sure how you thought your first time with a woman would be, but if you pictured something gentle and romantic then I’m afraid that you are going to be sorely disappointed. Still, you can give up and leave at any point.

I won’t, I promised.

That’s a good girl, Allison laughed. Maybe not a smart girl, but a good girl just the same. Perhaps you’d feel better if you knew what was about to happen to you. It’s really not too bad, to be honest. You’re going to suck each of your sisters’ cunts, one by one. We’re also going to put things in you – random things in random holes. I hope that you enjoy it, but I’m okay with it if you don’t.

I’ve never done that to a woman, I sputtered, panicked at the idea of eating pussy.

Done what? Allison demanded, cutting me off.

Performed oral sex? I offered meekly.

Allison stood up and slowly walked towards me, staring me in the eye. When she was close enough, she slapped me hard across the face, sending me down to my knees. Remembering her warning from earlier about my choice of words, I understood why – she wanted me to be more explicit and vulgar.

I’m sorry, I whimpered. I mean, I’ve never sucked a woman’s cunt before.

That’s better, Allison replied, kneeling down and gently stroking my hair. I hope for your sake you’re a quick learner, though. You may someday claw your up the totem pole and sit at Caleb’s side, but for now you’re at the bottom. Every woman here has the right to use you as she sees fit; I promise you that you’ll be eating a lot of pussy in the future. You understand that, don’t you?

I do, I gulped, realizing that she was speaking the truth.

That’s good, she laughed. I’d hate for it to come as a surprise. Since you’ve been so cooperative, I’m going to do something nice for you and let you pick which of us will be the first to fuck your mouth. It’s technically my right to go first, but seeing as it’s your first time with a woman I think it’s fitting that you choose which woman it will be. A word of caution, though – the three who you don’t pick may resent it.

It was no courtesy that she was offering me and she knew it. Who went first didn’t seem like it made too much of a difference – after all, they’d all get their turns. All she was doing was forcing me to insult three of them.

I don’t want to pick, I whimpered. Please don’t make me?

That’s a bizarre strategy, she mused. I’m curious, what do you hope to gain by insulting us all?

I don’t want to insult anyone, I’m just… I began before she silenced me with a finger to my lips.

You’re telling your new sisters that the very idea of being with them sexually is so repugnant that you can’t pick a single one, she explained. I’m curious, Melissa. Why is that? Are you some kind of homophobe who hates the idea of lesbianism, or do you just think that we have disgusting hygiene problems? Why exactly is it that you can’t give me a single name?

It’s none of that! I pleaded. It’s just, I mean, I love you all equally and can’t pick a favorite?

What a pathetically lame excuse, she laughed. I’m a bit insulted that you think I’m stupid enough to buy that, but it’s okay – I’ll take it out on you later. For now, though, I expect you to pick. Do not make me warn you again.

I thought about my options. I knew that Allison was currently at the top of the pecking order, second only to Caleb. I didn’t like the idea of insulting the others, but it seemed like she’d be the most dangerous enemy to make.

I guess I choose you, I offered.

Could you possibly be any more reluctant? Allison wondered aloud. Let me explain something to you about how things work here. We all love each other, that much is true, but we’re absolutely not all equals. I am at the top, and you are begging to join us and find yourself at the bottom. You should be thrilled that someone of such a high status as myself is willing to lower herself to fuck your worthless mouth, and yet your words would suggest that you think you’re somehow doing me a favor. Ask again, but try not to insult me this time.

I’m sorry, I groveled. Allison, would you please do me the honor of fucking my face? I would be honored if you would permit me to suck your cunt.

I don’t think I care for your tone, Allison warned as she wrapped her hand around my throat. You don’t sound nearly sincere enough, though I guess that will come in time. Lie flat on your back, bitch.

Allison pushed hard against my throat, sending me to the floor. Obeying her instructions, I laid still while she stripped out of her pants. Standing over me she squatted down, pulling her panties to the side. Once on her knees she hovered above me, her twat mere inches from my face.

I was unsure of how to proceed. I thought she might be waiting for me to reach up and begin, but was afraid to move and risk disobeying her order to lie flat. Allison let me sweat it out for a few seconds before dropping her crotch onto my face, smothering me between her legs.

Laura, I heard her call out, I need you to get some supplies for us. We’ll be needing a permanent marker to take notes, as well as some objects with which to explore our new little sister’s holes.

Any particular toys you’d like me to grab? Laura asked.

No toys, Allison clarified. She hasn’t earned the right to defile our toys with her foul little cunt and asshole. Just, you know, objects. If it looks like it could be shoved into her, grab it.

I would have been worried about the idea of being violated by random objects, but the inability to breathe was taking priority. Allison had been smothering me with her crotch and I was running low on oxygen. I didn’t want to insult her by pushing her off, but I did need to breathe. Hoping to get her attention I pounded my arm on the floor, praying that she wouldn’t be angry. She slid back a bit, laughing at me as I gasped for air.

I’m sorry, I somehow forgot you were down there, she laughed. In my defense, you did seem to be doing your best to play dead. Let me ask you something, Melissa – when someone goes down on you, do you find it flattering when they remain completely still?

No, I panted.

I thought you wouldn’t, but I couldn’t be sure, she shrugged. I’m betting you might even find it insulting and offensive. I mean, I know that I do.

I’m sorry, I pleaded. I just honestly don’t know what I’m doing. I want to please you, but I really don’t know how!

Well, little girl, she said, I’m not going to spoil all the fun and give you a road map, but I will help a little by communicating. If you’re doing something bad, I’ll make sure you know by preventing you from breathing. If you’re doing something good, I’ll make you feel good. If I’m not making you feel good or smothering you with my cunt, that means you’re doing okay. Be warned, though – okay won’t stay okay for long.

I was about to thank her when she dropped her crotch back down on my face. Not wanting to disappoint her I artlessly shoved my tongue inside her, drinking in the taste. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face up, grinding her crotch down in a show of dominance. Unfortunately, her show of dominance didn’t permit me to breath.

Remembering her signals, I removed my tongue and went to work on her clit. Applying pressure I licked it up and down, all the while a bit freaked out about the fact that I could no longer claim that I had never been with a woman. Allison seemed to approve, she inched back and allowed me to breathe.

Being able to breathe gave me a chance to focus my thoughts. In a way, this was a bad thing – the fact that I was engaging in lesbian sex was really freaking me out. I’m not a homophobe by any stretch of the imagination, and I had fantasized about women in the past, but actually doing it was messing with my mind. The fact that I was performing a sex act that I had been raised to view as immoral and wrong made me feel extremely dirty. The fact that I was feeling extremely dirty made me feel extremely turned on.

The upside of her new position was that it allowed me a bit more access. Reaching up, I wrapped both of my arms over her legs. Using my fingers, I spread her cunt lips apart, making her clit much more visible. My mind screamed at me that what I was doing was immoral, wrong, and gross; but I ignored it and attacked her clit with my tongue.

Allison seemed to approve of my efforts. Reaching back, she rewarded my efforts by rubbing my nipples between her fingers. My nipples are extremely sensitive, and her masterful manipulation of them was making my cunt drool. Heavily turned on by the situation, I spread my legs wide. I felt very slutty doing it, but I was past the point where feeling slutty was a bad thing and I was really hoping that someone would take advantage of the access that I was providing.

Wanting to encourage her to go further, I slipped a finger into her. Her angle made it impossible to fuck her with it, but I was able to curl it inside her, stroking her G spot. Allison rewarded me by sliding her hand further back and inserting a finger in me. As she mirrored my motions I began to unconsciously grind my hips back and forth as well as I could with her sitting on top of my chest.

I continued like that for several minutes with Allison mimicking my actions. Using her actions as a gauge for how I was doing, I did things to her that felt good when she did them back to me. Eventually, my efforts paid off. Allison removed her hand from my crotch and grabbed me again by the hair. Arching her back she pushed down hard on my face as her orgasm began.

The idea of a woman cumming in my mouth was mind-blowing. I felt like the world’s biggest slut, but I was also proud. As her body quaked I probed deep into her with my tongue, bathing it in her cream. When her orgasm finally ended she unceremoniously let go of my hair and dismounted me. My mind was reeling from my first time with a woman, but all I wanted was for her to go back to work on my cunt.

Did I do okay? I asked, nervous about my first time.

Barely, she sighed. Given that you had never done that before, I’ll cut you some slack this time and give you a passing grade. I’ll expect better in the future, but I wouldn’t worry too much about that. If we accept you, you’ll be getting plenty of practice. I’d expect your mouth to be getting fucked at least half a dozen times a day.

I was shocked by her harsh words. I didn’t reasonably expect her to tell me that I was the best she had ever had, but her impersonal tone made me feel cheap and whorish. The way she spoke of my performance without concern for my feelings made me feel as though she viewed me not as a lover, but as a new sex toy to be broken in. I was simultaneously hurt and turned on by how coldly she had used me.

Lying still, I watched as Allison picked up the marker than Laura had fetched. Popping the cap off she knelt back down next to me and began writing on my stomach. As she wrote I gazed at the other objects that Laura had brought back – a carrot, a hair brush, and a cucumber. The cucumber especially caught my eye, it was extremely large and I wasn’t sure how they would manage to get it in me.

Not wanting to think about being stretched out by such a massive vegetable, I looked down to see what Allison had written on my stomach. In inch high letters it read Sucking Allison – D. Embarrassed and a little hurt by the poor grade that she had written on me I looked to the side, where I saw Allison pick up the carrot.

It was a small carrot – not a baby carrot, but still little thicker than a finger. I didn’t like the idea of being fucked with a carrot, but it was better than the cucumber. Fucking the carrot might be humiliating, but at least it wouldn’t be painful. Scooting over between my legs, she held my knees open with her body and positioned the thick end of the carrot at the entrance to my cunt. I shivered as she made contact – it was still cold, having clearly been in a refrigerator not too long ago.

Jen, why don’t you take your turn next? Allison suggested.

Jen approached me and stood above my head, just as Allison had done before her. Looking up, I saw that she wore no panties under her skirt. As she lowered her crotch I picked my head up to meet her, hoping that by showing eagerness I could earn a better grade than a D. As I made contact with her clit Allison crudely forced the carrot into me. I grunted in surprise, but managed to otherwise maintain my composure.

Servicing Jen was a bit more difficult than Allison had been. Allison had mimicked my actions, making it slightly easier for me to guess what might work. Jen was not fingering me, however – she simply held her crotch in place and let me do all the work. Paying close attention to her breathing, I experimented.

Allison did her best to distract me. While I was trying to focus on pleasing Jen, she was fucking me hard with the carrot. Having adjusted to the shock and the cold, though, it was beginning to feel good. I wanted to focus my attention on what Allison was doing, but I had to prioritize. This was not a time to relax and enjoy a good fuck, it was a time to impress.

After a couple minutes of fucking me with the carrot, Allison stopped pumping it and left it in my cunt. Picking up the marker again, she began to write on me. As I tried to focus on pleasing Jen, I could feel the cool felt being dragged across my tits, thighs, and stomach.

Jen came a little quicker than Allison had, which was a good thing. My tongue was beginning to get tired, and I hoped that the fact that I had gotten her off in less time would mean that I had done better. As Jen climbed off me I watched Allison writing Sucking Jen – on my stomach. With the text written she looked up at Jen and waited for the verdict.

I’ll be generous, Jen shrugged. C minus. She’ll need to improve, but we already knew that.

As Allison wrote the grade on my stomach, I looked at the other things that she had written. Some of what she had written seemed to be notes; the words very sensitive appeared below my tits with arrows pointing at the nipples. Most of it was simple vulgarity; free fuck appeared on my thigh with an arrow pointing at my crotch, stupid whore appeared in large letters under my collarbone. I was ashamed, but my mind was more focused on getting Allison to continue her work with the carrot.

Let’s try a different position, Allison suggested as she removed the carrot from my vagina. Get on your hands and knees, slut.

Obeying her order, I flipped over and crawled up on all fours. Allison playfully slapped my ass before grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. Moving her face close to mine, I could feel her hot breath on my cheek.

You’ve been getting some mediocre grades so far, she whispered in my ear. But they are passing, so I suppose that deserves a reward. You still have to suck off Kate and Laura, but I’ll let you pick which one goes next.

Please don’t, I begged, knowing that picking one would likely insult the other.

Allison let out a heavy sigh, letting me know that I had said the wrong thing. I suspected that I had even as I was saying it, but I felt that I had to try it. She yanked back hard on my hair and slapped my ass. I winced in pain, but I didn’t try to fight her. I hoped that by showing her that I would accept her punishment I would earn some points.

When I’m nice to you, she explained, you should thank me for it. You damned sure shouldn’t tell me that you don’t want my charity.

I’m sorry, I whimpered. Thank you for letting me choose.

I don’t want your hollow apology, she warned as she spanked me again, and it’s too late for sincere gratitude. What I do want is a name. Who is it going to be, Kate or Laura?

I had no idea which I should pick. I didn’t want to slight either of them, but I wasn’t sure which one I was more intimidated by. With no method for choosing, I simply said the last name that I had heard.

I guess Laura? I offered.

Allison released my hair, allowing me to press my face into the floor. With another playful slap to my ass she rose to her feet. Naked and kneeling behind her with my ass still stinging from her spanking, I felt completely at her mercy.

I have some bad news, Kate, she announced. Unfortunately, Melissa here feels that your cunt is simply not up to the quality that she requires. Despite the fact that you outrank Laura, she wants Laura to go before you. I know it must be very hurtful for you to hear this, and I do hope that you don’t take it out on her later, but you deserve to know how she really feels about you.

Whatever, Kate sneered. If she thinks she’s too good to eat my pussy, she can eat my asshole instead.

Don’t be so hasty, Allison encouraged. You can always make her do both.

Laura slid into position in front of me and hiked up her skirt. Like Jen, she wore no underwear. As I moved forward to begin sucking her, my mind obsessed over the idea of being forced to eat Kate’s ass.

The idea was frankly quite terrifying. I was still having difficulty accepting that I had gone down on multiple women; the thought of sticking my tongue into a woman’s asshole seemed just too slutty, too depraved. I tried to think of ways that I could weasel out of it, but I couldn’t come up with anything. Realizing that I would have to accept whatever fate Kate decided for me, I tried to pour my energy into servicing Laura.

Forcing the negative thoughts out of my head I went to work on Laura. I eagerly licked her clit for a few seconds before sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. While doing that, I reached forward and worked a finger into her, using it to rub her G spot.

Allison put the carrot back in, but not how I had hoped. Spinning it around, she pressed the thin end against my butt hole. As she applied pressure, I felt it slowly sliding in. Trying to think about other things than the fact that I was being sodomized with a food product, I focused on nibbling on Laura’s clit while slowly finger fucking her.

Allison continued to push the carrot into my ass until it felt as though I had taken its full length. It was uncomfortable, but not painful – I was more humiliated by it than hurt by it. Taking her hand off of the carrot she picked up the brush and pressed the handle into my pussy. The plastic handle wasn’t quite as cold as the carrot had been, but it was cool enough to shock me. Wincing a little in surprise, I felt the carrot slowly slide out of me.

Allison began to slowly fuck me with the hairbrush, allowing the carrot to slide until it was almost out of me. When it felt like it was almost out she stopped fucking me with the brush and held the carrot in place. Slowly, she pushed it back into me as I groaned in humiliation.

Once the carrot was all the way back in Allison went back to fucking me with the brush. As I devoured Laura’s cunt I found myself thrusting my ass back and forth to meet Allison’s strokes. She seemed amused by my actions and playfully slapped my ass from time to time as Laura pulled hair.

Unfortunately, the carrot stubbornly refused to stay inside me. Each time that it slid out enough Allison would stop what she was doing to push it back in. It was no longer uncomfortable, and was actually beginning to be pleasurable, but I hated how she’d ignore my pussy while she tended to it. Each time that she stopped I groaned in protest, though I think my protests did nothing except entertain her.

Trying to keep my mind off of the frustration that Allison was inspiring, I focused on Laura. Building up speed with my finger, I eventually sucked her to orgasm. Once her body stopped quaking she slid back, leaned forward, and kissed me deeply on the lips. I hoped that this show of affection meant that she would give me a better grade.

I agree with Jen, she stated. C minus seems about right.

I was hurt by yet another mediocre grade, but I was more concerned with the fact that Kate was about to get her turn. As I felt Allison writing the grade on my back, I wondered how I would handle it if she did make good on her threat to force me to eat her asshole. Wracking my mind, I realized that I had no choice – if she ordered me to do it, I would do it. What worried me was the fact that a part of me was really hoping that she would. As Allison continued to write things on my exposed body, Kate approached.

Like Laura had before her, Kate laid down in front of my and spread her legs. Hoping to avoid being forced to eat her ass, I lunged forward as soon as I could; grabbing her ass and planting my mouth on her cunt. Ignoring the exhaustion of my tongue and the soreness of my jaw I passionately made out with her twat in an attempt to demonstrate that I hadn’t meant to insult her.

God, what a cunt-crazy little slut, Kate laughed. I wouldn’t expect her to be so eager after sucking three other cunts.

I don’t disagree, Allison commented with a bit of surprise. In fact, I’m almost insulted. She didn’t show this level of exertion with me. My feelings are just a wee bit hurt here, Melissa.

I tried to turn my head and apologize, but Kate held me firmly in place by my hair. I mumbled an apology into her crotch, but it was muffled and unintelligible. Unable to explain myself, I focused on pleasing Kate and hoped for the best.

And not even an apology, Allison sighed. Well, if you’re going to be so cold and heartless when it comes to my feelings then I don’t see why I should continue being so merciful with you. Remember that you brought this on yourself, bitch.

Allison pulled the carrot out of my ass and tossed it to the side. Removing the hairbrush from my cunt, she slowly began working it into my ass. The brush’s handle was much thicker than the carrot had been; where the carrot was actually mildly enjoyable the brush was big enough to cause concern. It didn’t hurt – at least, no more than I could handle, but I could feel it stretching my asshole out.

Get some lube, Laura, Allison instructed. I’m going to fuck this bitch in her ass hard, and I don’t feel like taking her to the emergency room after.

As Laura went to fetch the lube, Allison finished inserting the hair brush’s handle into my ass. Holding it in place with one hand, she grabbed the marker with the other. As my asshole slowly adjusted to the hard plastic inside it, I felt her writing over my back, ass, and thighs. I wondered what she was writing, but there was really no way to find out for sure.

Laura returned with a small bottle of lube which she handed to Allison. Allison removed the hairbrush and squirted a large amount of lube on it. Squirting more lube into my asshole, she worked it in with a finger. Apparently not in a hurry, she spent several seconds finger fucking my ass before reinserting the hairbrush.

The lube helped a lot, but it didn’t completely remove the pain. Allison was far more aggressive than she had been with the carrot, instead of just pushing the brush in and holding it in place she was legitimately fucking me with it. Trying to ignore the pain I focused on serving Kate as my body adjusted to Allison’s assault.

As time passed, I found the pain fading away. With her free hand Allison began to rub my clit, increasing my pleasure. More relaxed, I began fucking her back. Allison noticed my thrusting my hips back and forth and seemed to find it amusing.

For an anal virgin, she laughed, you sure seem to enjoy getting your ass fucked. It’s probably for the best, as I intend to make sure that your ass gets fucked frequently.

Her words made me feel like a cheap whore, but there was nothing that I could do. Even if I could have pried my lips from Kate’s cunt, there was really nothing that I could say anyway – my actions had already disproved any claims to chastity that I might make. Reasoning that I’d be seen as a slut either way, I gave myself license to enjoy the abuse. It wasn’t like they’d reject me for being too slutty, anyway. I continued to fuck back hard against the hairbrush.

Seeing that I could handle it, Allison began to fuck my ass hard with the hairbrush. Moaning directly into Kate’s cunt, I found myself enjoying the abuse far more than I would have liked. Between the stimulation from Allison and the overall depravity of the situation, I realized that if she kept it up, I might finally cum myself.

As I wondered how my new sisters would react to my orgasm, Kate began her own. Gripping my hair hard, she pulled my face into her. It hurt a bit to have my hair pulled so hard, but I diligently continued fucking her with my tongue.

While Kate came in my mouth I began to wonder what it meant for me. I was a bit worried that after Kate had finished her orgasm that Allison would stop her activities, which would really suck. I was getting very close to orgasm, and the idea of being denied was almost painful. On the other hand, it would be nice to get through this without having to tongue-fuck a woman’s asshole.

Once her orgasm ended Kate released her grip on my hair and scooted back a bit. Unfortunately, Allison stopped her activities as well. Looking up at her, I pleaded with my eyes for her to continue, desperate for satisfaction.

You look like you have something to say, she observed. Go on, then, spit it out. I’m not a psychic.

I’m sure she knew what I wanted, but she seemed to get off on embarrassing me. It was a solid plan – begging a woman to continue fucking my ass was certainly a humiliating prospect. At the same time, my desire for an orgasm was extreme; in the battle between my cunt and my chastity my cunt had the upper hand.

Please don’t stop, I quietly begged.

I’m having difficulty hearing you, Allison lied. You’re going to have to speak up, and be more specific.

Please don’t stop fucking my asshole, I asked again, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Why don’t you want me to stop fucking your asshole? Allison teased.

I’m really close to orgasm? I offered. Please get me off! I got you off, it’s only fair?

I suppose you did, she laughed, but you did a half-assed job. Your shitty grades may be passing, but they’re hardly enough to earn you special treatment.

It felt so unfair that I wanted to cry. I had degraded myself by begging, and Allison gave me nothing but criticism. She claimed it was because of my poor performance, but Kate hadn’t given her grade yet. I knew it was a longshot, but I was desperate.

What about Kate? I argued. She hasn’t given me her grade yet. It might be good!

It might have, Kate interjected, if you hadn’t insulted me earlier. Unfortunately, since you think you’re too good for me, I just can’t justify anything higher than a D.

My heart sank. I strongly considered finishing myself off, but knew that Allison wouldn’t let me even if I could work up the courage. She was having far too much fun watching me squirm.

Please, Allison, I pleaded. I’ll do anything! Just please, let me cum?

I suppose we can work something out, she sighed. I seem to recall some discussion about eating Kate’s asshole. Perhaps that could convince me to continue fucking your disgusting holes.

I was eager to get Allison to continue, but hesitant to actually put my tongue up another woman’s ass. Thinking it over, I realized that I didn’t really have a choice – once they found out how nervous I was they’d just force me to do it anyway. Reaching forward, I tried to wrap my arms around Kate. To my surprise, she simply batted my hands away and scooted back.

You’d better not think that you’re entitled to eat my ass whenever you like, she sneered, especially after you insulted me earlier. If you want the privilege of shoving your little whore tongue up my asshole, you’re going to have to ask for it nicely.

I didn’t want to do it, much less beg for it. Unfortunately, it was clear that Allison wasn’t going to let me cum until I did. With no other options and my cunt screaming at me for satisfaction, I swallowed my pride.

Please, Kate, I begged. I’m very sorry that I insulted you earlier. Please let me atone for my sins by tongue-fucking your asshole?

I’m sure that I could have been more convincing, but Kate seemed to accept my plea. Flipping over she got on her hands and knees, pointing her ass at my face. As she reached back and spread her cheeks, Allison grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face in.

Timidly, I poked my tongue out and into her asshole. I was comforted by the fact that it didn’t taste like what I was afraid it would taste like. Hoping to get Allison to let go of my hair and get back to work on my clit and ass, I feigned eagerness, plunging my tongue in and out of Kate’s asshole.

It worked. Once Allison saw that there was no need to hold my head in place she grabbed the brush and went back to fucking my ass with it. Grateful for the attention, I thrust my ass back to give her better access and to show my submission. As she began rubbing my clit, I felt my orgasm rapidly building.

Tongue-fucking a woman’s asshole was strange. I can’t imagine that Kate got too much sexual pleasure out of it, but she seemed to like the act of humiliating me. It was okay, though – by that point I was enjoying my humiliation just as much as she probably was. Fucking back against the hairbrush and Allison’s talented fingers, I began to cum.

My orgasm was intense. I had been turned on since I had arrived there hours before, and all of that tension came out at once. Kate moved away from me, allowing me to stop tonguing her ass and making it easier for everyone to hear my moans. Throughout the orgasm I was extremely aware that everyone was watching me, but instead of feeling shy it made it more intense.

What a fucking slut, Jen laughed. She claims to have been an anal virgin, and yet she just came hard from getting her ass fucked.

While my new sisters laughed at Jen’s comment I collapsed on the floor, physically and emotionally exhausted. I couldn’t believe the number of new things that I had done that night – my first time with a woman, my first time taking it up the ass in any real way, my first time tongue fucking anyone’s asshole. My mind was shattered, but I was happy.

You don’t think you’re done yet, do you? Allison demanded. You’ve tongued Kate’s asshole, but you have three other sisters besides her. Trust me, you don’t want to start playing favorites again.

But I can’t, I argued. I’m exhausted; my jaw aches, and my tongue feels like it’s going to fall out of my mouth.

In other words, Allison retorted, you’ve already cum, so the rest of us can go to hell. Is that the type of person you are, Melissa? I don’t think your fuck you, I’ve got mine attitude is going to go over well here.

I don’t know if she meant to, but her words terrified me. I knew that I wasn’t accepted yet, and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize my entry. I was tired and sore, but I wanted to join them more than anything.

I’m sorry, I corrected myself. You’re right, that was very rude of me. Please let me lick my other sisters’ assholes; give me a chance to prove that I know my place.

Much better, Allison laughed. Jen, you’re up. Laura, toss me that cucumber – I think Melissa deserves a reward for her eagerness.

Jen jumped in Kate’s place as Laura handed Allison the cucumber. Allison coated it in lube as I trembled at the thought of having such a massive objected inserted into me. The cucumber was much thicker than any cock I had ever seen, much less taken. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to argue – Allison seemed pleased with me, and I didn’t want to do anything to change that.

Allison removed the hairbrush from my asshole and tossed it to the side. I was terrified that she’d try to force the cucumber up my ass – I didn’t think it would be possible, but I didn’t want to find out for sure. Fortunately, she pressed it against my cunt instead. As I began licking Jen’s asshole, she slowly forced it in.

The cucumber felt even bigger than it looked. As Allison steadily forced it deeper into my cunt I felt like it was going to tear me apart. I had never felt so stuffed in all of my life. I tried to distract myself by focusing on Jen and shoving my tongue deeper into her ass, but the size of the cucumber made it impossible to ignore.

As Jen ground her ass in my face, the other women laughed at my degradation. Allison had forced the cucumber into me all the way and was beginning to very slowly pump it in and out. As my pussy stretched to accommodate it the pain very gradually faded. The feeling of being completely stuffed became less terrifying and more erotic.

She’s not much of an ass sucker, Jen critiqued. I mean, she clearly enjoys sucking ass, but she’s not very good at it.

Seems to be the theme of the night, doesn’t it? Allison observed. She’s obviously a slut, but she’s inexperienced – eager to degrade herself, yet utterly incompetent. We’ll have to devise some type of training program to fix this. Still, I’d like more opinions – Laura, why don’t you come over here and let our new little sister tongue fuck your asshole?

Laura approached and knelt down next to Jen. Allison stopped fucking me with the cucumber for a second, just long enough to grab my hair and force my face into Laura’s ass. Ignoring the pain in my jaw I buried my tongue in her ass, hoping that I could impress at least one person with my talent.

With my face in Laura’s ass and my tongue forcing its way inside, Allison went back to the cucumber. As she continued to pump it in and out of my cunt she began building speed. The pain was still there, but it had become minimal. To my surprise, I felt another orgasm building. I wasn’t generally multi-orgasmic, but the intensity of the situation seemed to make it possible.

I spent a couple minutes tonguing Laura’s ass as Allison built up speed. Eventually, she was fucking me at a steady pace – certainly not as fast as she had been with the hairbrush, but fast enough that I was amazed my poor little pussy could handle it. As I began to moan, Allison decided that I had had enough and pulled my face out of Laura’s ass.

I think that’s enough for Laura, she announced. I don’t want you getting too tired before I get my turn.

Allison removed the cucumber and pulled me up to my knees. Pushing back on my chest she forced me down on my back. As I adjusted my legs to the new position, she squatted over my head while pinning my arms down. Bringing her crotch down on my face she forced my nose into her cunt.

Kate and Laura, grab her legs, she ordered. Hold them open as wide as you can. Jen, you take the cucumber. Don’t feel compelled to be gentle, this whore can take it and she loves it rough.

As I began tonguing Allison’s ass I felt the others obey her orders. My legs were pried apart far, allowing Jen full access to my vagina. She took quick advantage of the fact and plunged the cucumber back into me. While Allison had hardly been gentle with it, Jen was downright brutal. Her assault hurt more than a little, but not so much that it threw my orgasm off track.

Allison grinded her crotch back and forth on my face, leaving me feeling like she was more interested in fucking my nose than actually forcing me to tongue her asshole. I was okay with that. My tongue was exhausted, and if she was okay with me just making a token effort then I was cool with it too. Holding my tongue in place I relaxed my body, allowing Allison to use it as she pleased.

Somehow, having Allison fuck my nose felt like the most dehumanizing thing I had experienced so far. Her actions implied no concern for my feelings whatsoever, which made me feel like little more than a sex toy to her. Keeping my tongue in her ass felt like an act of self-degradation meant to acknowledge her superior rank. I truly felt like I was in my appropriate place, being used by others as a sexual plaything. In a strange way, it felt comforting and safe.

Of course, it wasn’t just comforting and safe, it was extremely hot. As Jen continued to violate me with the cucumber my orgasm grew closer and closer. Allison seemed to be in a similar position; it looked very much like she would cum soon too. Forcing myself, I held back on my orgasm until she had begun hers. I liked the idea of cumming at the same time as her, but more importantly it seemed like it would be inappropriate for me to go first. It was hard to force myself not to cum, but I felt like it was important.

Allison didn’t keep me waiting very long. After a few more minutes of fucking my face she visibly began to cum. Her timing was a godsend; I could no longer put off my own orgasm. As she loudly announced that she was cumming, I joined her in the act.

Once Allison’s orgasm ended she climbed off of me and motioned for the others to stop what they were doing. Walking over to a couch, she took a seat. The others followed her example, leaving me lying on the floor, cucumber still crammed vulgarly into my pussy. I felt used, but I didn’t care – I was happy, safe, and far too tired to concern myself with petty matters of pride.

Anything you’d like to say? she asked me.

Uhm, thank you? I timidly responded, unsure of how to answer.

Thank you for what? she probed.

Thank you for using me, I answered honestly. Thank you for teaching me to eat pussy, thank you for teaching me to eat ass, thank you for fucking my asshole, and especially thank you for making me cum twice.

Aww, you’re welcome, she laughed. Anyway, discussion time – we all know that she’ll need to work on her oral skills, so let’s save some time and not discuss that. She’s trainable, and she’s proven that she’s willing to learn. Aside from that one issue, does anyone have an objection?

I looked around the room, both eager and nervous. Seeing no one open their mouths to object made my heart soar, I knew that I was almost in. If I hadn’t been so afraid of fucking things up in last minute I’d have done a victory dance right there.

Well, Melissa, Allison announced, it looks like you’ve passed this round. There’s still one more round to go, though it’s really more of a formality than anything else.

What is it? I asked, tired but eager to complete my tasks.

Don’t worry about it, she laughed. Your final test will be tomorrow, but there’s no need to study. For now, you should get some sleep. You must be exhausted after all of this.