Strange sounds from his roommate’s bedroom. Just getting home, he puts away his stuff as he tries to guess what she’s up to. Thumping, scratching, clanking. She was a private person, and he never wanted to bother her by asking. The girl never talked much anyways, just shuffled from room to room in her baggy clothes – avoiding conversation and eye contact. The man settles into his nightly routine. Staring into their fridge, he hears a faint voice from her room.
“Help me! Are you home? I need help! Help!” Thoroughly confused, he moves to her door and knocks. “Uh… Hey? You okay in there?” A long pause. “…no. I need help.” Turning the handle, he peers into her bedroom for the first time. The man had always imagined it would be bizarre, but he’s still shocked by the scene.
A large TV facing the bed silently plays porn. The walls are covered in hentai posters, depicting women in painful, humiliating positions. A cage, a dog bowl - she doesn’t have a dog. The dresser is covered in sex toys. He steps inside cautiously, and drinks in more details. In her wardrobe hangs the two oversized hoodies she always wears and a few dozen sets of lingerie. The video playing on the TV is graphic and violent. Sticky notes of affirmation are pasted on her mirror. Cum dump. Stupid whore. Let him use you.
Standing next to the bed, his mouth agape, he looks down at his weird roommate. Her wrists are chained to the head of the bedframe. Her legs are spread wide, pulled open by more restraints. Shibari ropes cut into her body. A collar is tight around her neck. As his eyes wander down to her exposed crotch, he sees a big wand held in place by the ropes. Pressed into her clit, it buzzes faintly as the battery dies. A huge puddle of sweat and cum is under her ass.
“My key broke…” She whimpers pathetically. “…what…” He’s still trying to process everything. “I can’t get out. My key broke.” Shaking his head, he fiddles with the manacles around her wrists. The broken key is jammed into the lock. “…it’s always the quiet ones…” He mumbles to himself as he fiddles with the restraints. The girl twitches and whines as he fails to free her.
“Please, the toys… it’s too much… it’s been hours…” Her hips buck helplessly. “Right, yeah. I don’t know if I can get these undone, anyways.” She gasps as he pulls the wand away from her cunt. Underneath is a swollen, sticky mess. “The other ones, too…” His roommate turns her face away from him, humiliated by the experience. Looking closer, a thin, pink cord runs out of her pussy. Pulling gently, he removes the vibrator.
Shifting her hips to one side, he can see her ass and the plug inside. More gentle pulling. The man watches her pussy twitch. He notices two words written on the inside of her thigh. Free Use. The first ball pops out of her bum. Her whole body starts to shake as she cums. The second ball follows. That writing is really neat for such an awkward place. A third bead is pulled from her asshole. She’s still cumming. Fourth ball. Didn’t get smeared at all. The fifth and final ball is freed from her bum as a revelation dawns on him: That’s a tattoo.
The anal beads are laid next to the other toy. His roommate makes the longest eye contact with him that they’ve ever had. “There’s one more… you have to reach inside.” Still stunned by the ridiculous situation, he’s gone too far to stop now. Pressing his finger into her ass, he feels around as she moans. A second finger. He thinks he feels something rigid inside but isn’t quite sure. Five minutes pass as he fishes in her asshole.
“I can’t find it.” He finally announces. The girl watches him search. “…I meant in my pussy…” The man looks at her dumbfounded. “You could have said that earlier?” A faint sliver of a smile peeks through her flushed face. “mmm~” Is her only reply. He switches hands and fingers her slippery cunt. Touching a silicone ring, he hooks it and pulls – much less gently this time. A round, bumpy, alien vibrator stretches her pussy open as he retrieves it. The girl cums again.
He watches his overstimulated roommate writhe in pleasure in front of him. As she calms down from her orgasm, the man tries to think of solutions. “Isn’t there a second key or something? So I can at least free your legs?” The girl stares past him, watching the porn as her ragged breathing slows. “I dunno. I don’t think so…” They sit in silence for a moment.
“This is the most humiliating experience of my life.” He watches her distant expression carefully. The corners of her mouth turn up as she speaks. “Why are you smiling, then?” She can’t hide her grin anymore. “…I didn’t say it was a bad thing…” The man sees her in a new light. The first time he’s ever seen her smile, and she looks beautiful. Her collar matches her eyes. The ropes squeeze her perfect body, hidden under ratty clothes for so long. Her devastated pussy still looks like it would feel amazing on his cock.
Still kneeling between her restrained legs, he shifts uncomfortably to move his erection. They’ve given up on freeing her for now. His roommate watches the porn as he quiets his nerves. The man looks at her tattoo. Free Use. He finds his confidence. “Can I-“ She interrupts him immediately. “Don’t ask. Please don’t ask.” Hurt from rejection, he nods. “Right, sorry, I just thought…”
The girl looks back to him. “No, uh, I mean…” It’s her turn to be nervous. “Go ahead – just don’t ask me if you can. Like, just do it.” She arches her back, trying to look pretty. “Whatever you want. It’s up to you. Now or later. You don’t ever need to ask.” The chains from her clasped wrists jingle as she offers herself up. “Obviously it’s not like I can do anything about it, anyways…” She watches him as his strong hands slip his thick, hard cock out of his pants. “…not that I would stop you.”
A pained whimper escapes her smiling lips as he thrusts his cock into her. The girl’s ruined pussy trembles as he fucks her. Free Use. Those words sear into his mind as he ruts into her cunt. All hesitation and care is gone. Her overstimulated gasps only make him more excited. She’s helpless, just fuck her. She can’t do anything about it. She wouldn’t. Almost reading his mind, the girl whispers: “Don’t hold back… anything you want…”
He pounds deep into the bound girl, pulling on the ropes to fuck her harder. The man kisses her. It feels awkward, almost inappropriate. Breaking away, he spits on her face. That feels better, that feels right. The girl starts to cum again, adding another orgasm to her lost count. She still feels tight even after everything she put her hole through.
Her doe eyes stare up at him. A half-smile wavers on her spit-splattered face. Her full smile was so hot. I want to see it while I cum. Surprising himself, his open hand slaps her hard across the cheek. The man is stunned by his own actions. Her wide grin lights up the room as a bright pink patch glows on her face amid his smeared saliva. There we go. Now she looks gorgeous. He fucks her faster, dumping his cum into her broken pussy.
Afterwards, he helps her drink some water. The girl wavers in and out of sleep as he looks around her room. He looks through her collection of naughty underwear. Picking up a bright pink pair, the man examines them. Lacy, the fabric that would cover her pussy is see-through. The back is open. He pictures her bending over in them. The lace would tease her cunt. The straps across her bum would leave her ass free for his cock. “Pick out whatever you like and I’ll wear it.” She mumbles from the bed. The man looks at another pair. Thin and girly, covered in bunnies. He imagines ripping them open as she cries.
Returning to his search, he looks through the sex toys. Next to a monstrous, knotted dildo he finds a small key. “Is this it?” He asks, nonplussed. She nods sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess it is.” The lock attaching the handcuffs to the bedframe is released with a disappointed whine. Her ankles are freed. The man unties the shibari ropes from her body as she looks at the jammed restraints on her wrists.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do about those.” He comments. She stares at the broken lock. “We could just leave it for now...” His hands touch the collar on her neck, starting to undo the clasp. “Can you leave that, too?” Blushing pink, her fingers stroke his. “Sorry, I mean - it’s up to you. Whatever you want.” He keeps the collar on. “Maybe I can use some pliers to turn the key, get those handcuffs off you.” She flashes her beautiful smile. “We can figure it out later.”
Later never comes. A month after, he comes home to familiar sounds from his roommate’s bedroom; The restraints around her wrists jingling as she comes out to greet him. The girl can’t put on those baggy hoodies anymore, with her hands attached to each other. He squeezes her bare tits and turns up the vibrator in her pussy. The pink lace covering her cunt is wet. The man pushes her face against the wall and pulls her bum towards him. The thin straps of the exposed back show off her asshole.
The head of his cock presses into her, and with one smooth thrust he’s fit most of himself inside her ass. She knew he’d be home soon and had made sure she was lubed and ready. The last quarter of his cock slips inside as she pushes back into him. Drool is smeared on the wall. A firm smack on the ass and the girl starts to grind her hips, fucking herself anally on his cock. Faint clinking sounds come from her wrists and the new tag on her collar. The tag doesn’t have her name, just what he calls her.
The man can feel the powerful vibrator in her pussy as he fucks her ass. He turns it up a little bit more for his own pleasure. Gripping her hips, he takes control from the girl. Fucking her just as rough as their first time, slowing only to spank her filled bum. There’s no need to hold back. There’s no need to delay cumming, either. He’ll fuck her again when he wants. She lets out a tiny squeak when she feels his hot cum shoot into her ass.
“Suck my cock.” Their first words exchanged this evening. “Rub your cunt, too.” The girl pulls his slippery cock from her hole and drops to her knees, immediately giving him the ordered blowjob. She touches her needy clit as he turns up the vibrator to the maximum. Embarrassed by her submission, buzzing from the toy and her fingers, the slave closes her eyes. Tasting his cum on his cock, she feels it drip from her used ass. It runs down her thigh, across her free use tattoo. A deep sense of humiliation overwhelms her, and she cums.
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