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A New Chris

Characters: Chris Evans x fem.reader

Warnings: smut, use of a spreader bar on female reader, consensual sex, m/f, oral sex, unprotected sex (please use protection), more smut.

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His large hands grip the top of the mattress above your head, his body keeping you pinned in place, thrusting deep inside you as he fucks you into the mattress. You arch your back and thrust your hips to meet his in return, moaning, your legs wrapped around his hips, your fingers leaving nail marks down his back. He tips his head back, giving a growl at the sensation, and you lift your head to mark him on his neck as yours. His thrusts turn feral as you hit the tender spot on the curve of his neck going into his shoulder; he thrusts so deep inside you as to hit your cervix and you cry out at the sensation of slight pain mixed with copious amounts of pleasure. He thrusts harder, railing you so hard the headboard is bouncing off the wall. You open your eyes to look into his, and see all of the intense passion he has for you building to its peak. You watch each other as you both climax within seconds, moaning each other's names, and he collapses on top of you, nestling his head into the side of your neck, giving you sweet kisses and murmuring how beautiful you are, stroking your hair. Both of you are breathing heavily, and he rolls to one side, keeping himself inside of you but bringing you with him so you end up wrapped completely in his arms.

He kisses you on your forehead and smiles gently down at you. You smile up at him, tenderness in each other's eyes.

"You okay?" Chris asks.

"More than okay," you reply. "You?"

"Fucking perfect," he replies, snuggling you tightly in his arms.

You lay there for a while, fingers intertwined, and Chris eventually pulls himself out of you, settling back down beside you, pulling you close. You hear him breathe in, as if drawing breath ready to ask you something but he pauses, and doesn't say anything. You look back up at him.

"What do you want to know?" You smile at him.

He chuckles, "how do you know me so well already?"

You giggle back, your heart fluttering a little at the praise.

You and Chris had only been dating for a couple of months, but you had both picked up on little things that the other person did already; little intuitions you each had about the other, and it was exciting to still be learning about each other. You were more... varied... in the bedroom than Chris. He was aware of this based on a conversation at the start of the relationship around birth control (you had the implant), when you both had last been checked at a sexual health clinic, consent, and also what you were both comfortable with in the bedroom. You had never pushed him to do anything because you wanted him to ask about it on his own terms, if and when he was ready. You were happy being with him within his own comfort lines, and damn he was good at what he did. You could count on one hand how many times you had slept together since you had started dating, and it was amazing every time. You had a feeling he wanted to ask about something related to the bedroom, but you didn't push him, instead letting him gently stroke your hair through, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his fingers combing through your hair.

His hand paused, and you remained still.

"Y/N?"

"Yes babe?"

"Erm, I was wondering..." he paused, sounding nervous, and you smiled with your eyes still closed to encourage him to continue talking.

"I was wondering about... about the bar..." he trailed off, unsure on how to word what he wanted to know.

"You mean my spreader bar?"

"Yes."

"What were you wondering?"

"Well, how does it, erm... work?"

You smile again at his choice of words and his naivety, this time opening your eyes to show him that you weren't laughing at him. You weren't a heavy bondage user, but you liked using the spreader bar sometimes to add something different to your sex life.

"You strap my ankles to either end using the buckles, one either side of the bar. It means I can't close my legs, and means you are in control of what I can do."

"So I would be dominant?" His eyes suddenly gleam, and his pupils dilate slightly. He slowly licks his lips in anticipation. "Show me," he whispers huskily.

You get up and walk over to your drawers, opening the middle drawer and pulling out the spreader bar. You walk back to the bed, sitting on the edge, and hold your hand out to Chris to bring him round in front of you. He kneels on the floor, and you take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous he looked naked. You put the bar on the floor in front of you, with Chris the other side, and place your ankles inside the buckles either side of the bar. You lean back on your hands, seeing his eyes raking over your body, appreciating every curve. They drop to where your feet are placed.

"They aren't gonna do themselves up," you whisper.

He leans forward and ducks his head as he focuses on doing up the buckles, fixing your ankles in place, checking they aren't too tight. You gently rake your fingers through his brown hair, and he brings his head up so his ocean blue eyes are once again drinking you in. You slowly pull him towards you, not wanting to scare him by going too fast, but before you know it you are on your back, Chris on top of you, kissing you deeply and passionately, twirling his tongue around yours. He leans on one of his forearms whilst kissing you, trailing his other hand down the side of your body, bringing it up your stomach and abs, cupping one of your breasts. He breaks the kiss, and before you've drawn breath his hot mouth has clamped down over your nipple, licking, sucking, drawing moans from you. He brings his other hand down, cupping your other breast and brushing your nipple with his thumb, his tongue still fervently working on the other. You grab his head and his tongue becomes more insistent, flicking harder. Your back arches and he switches to the other nipple, doing exactly the same thing. You are soaking wet between your legs and he is rock hard against you.

He descends, kissing your abs, your stomach, sliding between your legs so the bar is behind him. He grabs the underneath of your thighs and brings them up, your feet now suspended in the air with the bar, and he leans towards your slit, watching you the entire time. He slowly drags his tongue from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, flicking your clit, and your breath catches. He closes his eyes, giving a satisfied hum at your reaction, and does this a few more times, each time with you jumping at the contact, then closes his mouth around your clit, licking it so slowly that your legs start to shake in anticipation. You bring your hands down but before you can grab his head, he grabs your hands and holds them on your tummy. You squirm but your legs are buckled to the bar and you can't move them to bring him closer... he is in complete control, and his face shows he is loving every second of it.

He suddenly stops, and you whimper at the loss of contact. He brings his body up onto yours, bringing your hands intertwined with his, and keeps crawling up until his cock is positioned directly above your mouth, your hands now pinned above your head.

"Open wide pretty girl," he demands, "you're gonna show me how much you can take."

Your eyes widen as this new, dominating Chris hovers above you, and it turns you on that little bit more. You do as he says, opening your mouth, allowing him inside, and he hits the back of your throat. You gag, and he withdraws slightly but then holds himself there, and you swirl your tongue around his cock, watching him close his eyes, enjoying your hot tongue fluttering across him. He withdraws, then starts thrusting into your mouth, shallow thrusts at first, but your tongue drives him crazy and he fucks your mouth harder; you breathe between his thrusts, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth, taking everything he is giving you. He moans at what you are doing to him, breathing heavily, whispering "oh fuck yes," hands gripping yours tightly. He pulls out from your mouth, scooting back down over your body, still keeping your hands pinned in place.

"That's fucking hot," he murmurs against your mouth. He leans down and brings the bar up over his back, resting your calves on his biceps, and positions himself at your entrance.

"Look at me," he demands.

You look at him.

"You will know who owns you," he whispers in your ear, and at the same time slams inside you with such surprising force the headboard bounces off the wall on his first thrust. You gasp, all of your senses heightened, feeling all of him inside you, smelling his aftershave on his skin, feeling his rough hands holding yours down, seeing his eyes filled with lust only for you. He thrusts hard, the coil in your stomach winding and tightening. He feels your walls clenching around him. "Look at me," he demands. "I want to see your pretty eyes when you cum." You look directly into his eyes, seeing a new Chris, a confident, self assured Chris that you hadn't seen before, and it pushes you over the edge. You come undone in front of him, under his body, under his gaze, moaning and whimpering incomprehensible words and noises. He slows down and then stops, pulling out of you. He stands at the foot of the bed and before you can catch your breath, he has grabbed the bar at both ends near your feet and flipped it over. Your body follows suit and you whip round onto your front. Before you have time to register what is happening, he is instantly back on you, feeling your entrance with his cock.

"Chris," you whimper, wanting more. "I'm right here baby," he growls, and fills you up completely once again. He sets a pace, and again you feel the coil in your stomach starting to form. You grip the sheets underneath you, and he turns feral at the sight of you needing more, needing him. He grabs your hips without breaking pace and brings you up so you are on your knees. You're stretched out, his hand on your lower back, keeping the top half of you pinned to the mattress, your hands still gripping the sheets tightly as he pounds into you. His other hand reaches round and his thumb brushes over your clit.

You're both moaning loudly now, moving in sync, Chris pulling out so that just his tip is inside you, and then slamming back into you. You're grinding back onto him, needing to feel his power, needing to feel him. He is playing with your clit, feeling your walls tightening around him again, and it sends you both over the edge. You come undone together, wave after wave crashing over you both as your walls clench around him, milking his cock for every last drop of cum he has. Chris collapses on top of you, his head on your shoulder, your face turned towards his, both breathing heavily, drunk on each other.

He leans up on shaky arms after a few minutes, eases off you and unbuckles your ankles, leaving the bar on the floor at the foot of your bed. You turn onto your side and bring your knees up, Chris joining you as the big spoon, and he brings you close, holding you tight. You turn your head so he can see you, and he is smiling.

"How did I do?" He asks, kissing your cheek, your jaw line, the side of your head, your hair, and finally your mouth.

"Fucking perfect," you reply, a contented sigh escaping you as you both settle down, curled up together, and drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

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Lena Gets Worked Over

My buddy and I first noticed Lena when we were asking ourselves which of the two of us had invited her to the party. It turned out neither of us had, but there she was. It seemed to us that she was a wallflower; if she talked to anyone the entire time she was there I did not notice it. But she was quiet, cute, and did not bother anybody so we let it slide. Once a month my friend I threw a party, regular parties were something we had always wanted to do and now, by our mid-thirties, finally could. I noticed Lena right away. First, because I was pretty sure I had no idea who she was. Second, because she seemed painfully shy for the crowd we usually invited. Third, because she was hot. I have a type and she hit it: a shade over 5 foot unless I missed the mark, red hair contrasted against her green eyes, and tits of a quality that is very difficult to hide despite her modest clothes.

I was too busy hosting to say to her that first time, but my friend had noticed her too. We spent the day after at work idly speculating about who she was. My buddy joked that she was probably just some fresh-out-of-college virgin just trying to figure out what to do with her life. “You know the type, painfully bookish, never had a social life, spent college buried in the stacks and avoiding all the unhealthy male attention she attracted,” he said to me. I didn’t say this to him, but there was another way that type could go. A drastically different way. I wondered which one the strange, shy girl at the party was, and I told myself I was going to find out.

At the next party she showed up an hour after it began and grabbed herself a beer. I let her get settled in before I sauntered over. I spent the time since I last saw her thinking about my approach, and what my friend had said about how she looked. She seemed shy, but thinking back, also like she was waiting for something. There was something familiar in the way she held herself. It was as though she was scared, but that she wanted to be scared. I admit that I might have been reading too much into it. However, I had decided how I was going to approach her. If you asked me to explain it to you, I couldn’t, but I had a strong feeling I knew exactly what she wanted at this party of strangers.

I walked up to her and looked down at her and she cowered a little bit. I was, admittedly, uncomfortably close. She looked up at me with her big, green eyes and I realized just how tiny she was in comparison to me. I was easily more than a foot taller than her. Leaning in very close, I whispered into her ear, “Nod if you’re enjoying yourself.” I could see her tremble slightly, but she nodded. Now, I placed my hand on her thigh, her skirt easily brushed aside. She drew a sharp breath.

“Tell me your name,” I said as a stroked her thigh, I could now feel her violently trembling. Felt like I was on the right track.

“Lena,” she whispered.

“Okay Lena, I want to take this somewhere more private. I’m going to go to the bathroom. You’re going to follow me. Nod if you understand.” I could see her hesitate, but then, almost without moving her head at all, she nodded. I let go of her thigh and wandered over to the bathroom. I felt drunk and not from drinking. The rush of being so direct with her, of it paying off, was going right to my head. As I walked to the second floor, my thoughts were racing; I had no idea how far I was going to take this. What wouldn’t she do? Fuck it, I was going to find out. I was going to push her as far as I could and see where this ended up. My desire to dominate her was overwhelming my common sense. What was worse, I knew it was happening and I didn’t care. If I didn’t get what I wanted out of her tonight I would live with it. But I was going to try.

I heard Lena padding behind me. No one saw us go into my bedroom; at least I think no one did. We entered my bathroom. I shut the door behind us and locked it for good measure. Lena stood with her back to me. She looked so small. I came up behind her, lifted her shirt, and grabbed her tits. I squeezed them in my hands, hard. Gasping in pain, she never told me to stop. Quickly, I stripped her top and bra off, leaving her chest exposed. I turned her around and saw how red-faced she was. She had huge, pale, pink nipples capping her tits, which seemed all the larger on her tiny frame. I grabbed and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there. For the first time that night she spoke, her voice was small and afraid, “What do you want from me?”

“I’m going to fuck you. Right here. On the floor. I’m going to take what I want from you. And nothing is going to stop me.” A small gasp came from her after she heard that. Lena looked like she wanted to say something, but I didn’t wait. With a strength she could not oppose I threw her to the floor. She yelped as she hit the rug. I could see the fear in her eyes. I wondered if I misread her. Maybe I was taking it too far? But she was too enticing. Seeing her trembling on the ground, half-naked and afraid, was too much for me. I had to have her. I put my weight on her. I tore her panties off. I lined my painfully hard cock up with her pussy. It was slick, so wet it was practically dripping.

“Just don’t cum in me,” she whispered, “please?”

I didn’t answer her before I sank my dick into her slowly, savoring every moment as I inched inside. When I bottomed out she gasped and turned away from me, shamefaced. Tears welled in her eyes. I pulled out a little and then slammed back in. I used my hands to force her to look at me. “What’s the matter you dumb cunt? Are you not getting what you wanted?”

That did it. I felt her quiver and shake as an orgasm rocked her. Her face burned crimson. I drank in her humiliation as I used her. “Answer the question whore.”

“Not,” she said in between gasps, “not like this. I don’t want this. You made me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I said, giving her a slap that left her clutching her face in shock, “I didn’t ‘make’ you do anything. You wanted this you worthless slut.”

She feebly tried to object, but she was cut short when she came yet again. “See? Your cunt doesn’t lie, even if you do.” She shook her head no. Her denials were meaningless. She was enjoying it, I was enjoying it, and I was going to take what I wanted from her. Dominating her like this was pushing me closer and closer.

“Hey cunt,” I said, “look at me.” She shook her head and kept her eyes closed. I reached down and pulled on one of her stiff nipples, hard. I pulled until I thought I might pull it off. The pain left her gulping air as she suppressed a scream. “I’ll do the other one unless you fucking look at me.” I was so close. She looked up at me with her wet, green eyes. She was so ashamed, so hurt, and so pathetic. It sent me over the edge.

“I’m fucking cumming. Right in your worthless cunt.” That put some fight into her. She started pushing at me, yelling that she didn’t want that, pleading with me to pull out. With ease, I pinned her to the floor. I finished draining myself deep inside her. She looked at me so angrily. Looking right into her eyes I said, “I don’t give a shit what you want whore.” I pulled out and I could see my cum dripping out of her and onto the floor. She lay there, not moving.

“I asked you to not do that,” she said, her voice full of resentment.

I look down at her, “I still don’t care.” An evil idea occurred to me. Seeing her on the ground, I couldn’t help but want to humiliate her more. Just as I said when this had started, I was going to see how far I could take it. I put my foot on her shoulder, pinning her down. She looked up at me, her anger still visible. Without warning, I told her “Open wide,” and I started to piss into her mouth. She sputtered when the first drops hit her tongue, violently shaking her head and trying to get out of the way, but she couldn’t move with my weight pinning her down. Some of it soaked her, face, her chest, her hair. It went everywhere. After a few moments, to my amazement, she opened her mouth back up and started trying to swallow it. She got as much of it down as she could. Of all the things I expected from this dumb cunt, being a willing toilet was not one of them. “Good lord you are fucking disgusting. Do you know that?” I said as I shook off onto her.

Lena didn’t say anything at first. She just lay on the floor, looking ashamed, with tears slowly leaking from her eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that to me,” she muttered, when she finally broke her silence. “How could you treat me like this?”

“Shut up whore. You fucking loved it.”

“I didn’t.”

I reached down and touched her clit. The barest rub of it send her over the edge. She moaned as she came. “Stop fucking lying.”

“I meant it when I said I didn’t want you to cum in me,” she said resentfully.

“Keep whining and I’ll do it again cunt.” She was quiet after that.

“Now then get yourself cleaned up,” I said as I gave her a small kick, “you’re fucking disgusting.”

I sat on my bed waiting for her to finish showering. She was pretty quick about it. She came out, dressed. How her clothes were still wearable was beyond me, but there they were. Before she could get past me I had her over my knee. Without warning, I shoved my thumb into her ass. She yelped and begged me to take it out. As I held her there I said, “Here’s what’s going to happen Lena. You’re going to go back to the party. You’re going to tell no one about this. You’re going to come back next month, and we’re going to see what happens. Finally, you’re going to suck my thumb clean. You can do it because you want to, or you can do it because I’m going to make you. Which is it?”

She whispered something so inaudible I couldn’t hear it. “Louder cunt.”

“I’ll suck it clean.”

“Good girl.” She flinched when I said that, but she obediently got off my lap and sucked me clean, groaning with disgust as she did it. As she sucked, I realized I could not wait to see her again next month.

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would you believe this story was written for me? #truth

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Lena Gets What’s Coming to Her

Lena sat in her car and wondered how her life had gotten so fucked. It took every ounce of her willpower to even drive herself to the party. After the last time she had gone home and rubbed her slit until she felt like it was going to fall off. She had stopped counting after she had cum 10 times. The memory of his warm piss, feeling the cum he forced her to take dripping out of her, how hard she had cum as he used her; it all made her want to touch herself uncontrollably even as she hated herself for how much she was enjoying her memories of the night.

A few days before the party Lena’s phone buzzed with text messages. People were getting pumped to see each other again. Lena engaged as little as possible. The man who had raped her the last time was acting as though nothing had happened. He had the audacity to text her to ask if she was coming over this month. She did not say yes, and she did not say no. He acted like nothing had happened between them. It infuriated her. How could he act like he had not used her and then threw her away like she was garbage? She intended to show up to the next party and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe let everyone at the party know what an abusive asshole he was. That would be a righteous thing to do, and maybe give her some closure.

But now that the day had arrived Lena felt glued to her car seat. She could not muster the strength to leave her car. Her stomach felt like it was trying to leave her body. Her heart thundered in her ears. There was no way she could face him. Instead of leaving, Lena reached for some liquid courage. The first pull on the bottle was bracing and it shocked her out of her funk. She took another. And then another. With every one she felt her anger building. She was going to go inside, make a scene, and then leave in triumph with everyone knowing what he was. He was going to find out exactly what she was.

When she got inside at first she could not find him. The first time Lena stumbled she worried she might have been more drunk than she thought. She sat down heavily upon the couch. Her thoughts and anger were clouded. Maybe coming inside was a bad idea. It was time to get out of here. She pulled out phone and started to call a cab. Suddenly, it was snatched out of her drunken hands. Lena looked up and there he was, holding her phone and looming over her. “Good to see you girl, I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”

Wordlessly, Lena snatched at her phone, but her reflexes were too slow, he easily kept it out of her reach. She mumbled about him giving it back, but the words barely made sense. He laughed in her face. The same laugh he made when he forced his cum into her. It made her see red. He chortled as she lunged at him again. She missed again. He leaned in very close and whispered, “If you want it you have to catch me, cunt” he mocked her with his voice.

Without thinking Lena charged after him as he danced his way up the stairs. Her brain did not catch up to what her body was doing before she was already up the stairs. Powerful hands gripped her and lifted her up. She was heaved over someone’s shoulder. Drunkenly, she tried to struggle. She kicked. She flailed. She beat her hands against the broad back of her captor. It was all for nothing. All the while, his laughter taunted her. Without ceremony he dumped her painfully to the floor. He put his foot on her chest. The weight was just on the edge of painful, barely constraining her breathing, but keeping her firmly in place as she squirmed and tried to get away. The fear she felt was sobering her up, she began to realize just how weak and powerless she was.

After she finally slumped in defeat, he spoke, “You get that out of your system cunt? You know I didn’t think you’d actually show up this time. You must really want some more of my dick you thirsty whore.” He was playing with her phone while he taunted her.

“No, you’re horrible,” her voice was hoarse and strained, “I just want to leave. Give me my phone.”

“Oh no whore, I can’t let you leave as drunk as you are. You might get raped in a cab, or worse! It would be irresponsible of me to let you go like this,” his smile as he spoke was wide, and venomous, and dangerous. “I’m going to take my foot off you know. I expect you to stay on the floor or you will be punished. Nod if you understand.”

Lena hated herself for doing it, but she nodded slowly.

“Good girl,” the words burned in her ears. He took his foot off of her. She took in a deep breath. Glaring up at him was the most harmful thing she could do so she did it.

“Aw what’s the matter whore, didn’t you enjoy your last visit? You look so cute when you’re mad.” Effortlessly, he reached down and lifted her to her feet, and then threw her over his shoulder again before she could utter a word. He walked her over to his bed and threw her face down upon it.

“Lena, I think you need a reminding of what you are,” as he spoke he stripped her loose fitting pants off, taking her panties with them. Finding herself naked from the waist down was a fresh humiliation, compounding how weak and powerless she felt in his presence. She tried to voice an objection, but all the air rushed out of her lungs when the first blow landed on her ass. The pain was shocking, stinging, degrading, and unexpected. He hit her again. And again. And again. Each lash rocked her body forcefully. Lena quickly lost count of how many times he had hit her, and within minutes she dissolved into a blubbering, quivering, begging mess.

“Oh god please stop,” she begged as she wept, “Please. Please!” She begged him over and over again but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He beat her ass under it felt like one giant bruise and her voice was gone. Without warning, he slid his fingers deep inside her. She gasped at the intrusion. To her shame, she was incredibly wet and he fingered her with ease. The humiliation of being so turned on from his savage beating was almost too much for Lena to bear.

“What a nasty, wet whore you are. Listen up cunt. You’re going to crawl over to me,” his words were hollow and deep. He spoke with a tone that brooked no objection. “You’re going to suck my cock until I’m satisfied. And if you don’t do you very, very best to please me, not only will I start beating your ass again, I’ll make sure every fucking man in this house gets his turn with you and your dripping wet hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Lena managed to whisper.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Get your fat ass on the floor.”

With what little strength she had left Lena heaved herself to the ground and then, humiliatingly, crawled on her hands and knees over to him. She looked up at his face and wished she had not. It was twisted with a look of lust and power, seeing him gaze down at her nearly made her flinch. She fumbled a bit with his pants. He gave her a sharp slap, called her a “dumb whore,” and then moved to take his cock out. She looked at it with apprehension, her cheek still stinging from the slap.

“Start sucking you worthless cunt. Now.” He raised his hand to strike her again so she quickly wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking. She felt so completely worthless as she licked his shaft, and then his balls. He was a bit sweaty, and the bitter, sour taste of him filled her mouth as he sighed with pleasure. With his voice and with his hands he guided her mouth where he wanted her. First, sucking him deep, and then lapping at his balls, then back to sucking him. He used her mouth this way for what felt like an eternity. Her jaw started to ache, but he showed no signs of letting up. Finally, he placed her head in a powerful grip and began fucking her throat. No man had ever done this to Lena before, and she could hardly take it. She gagged on his cock loudly, and retched until she thought she was going to throw up all over him. Somehow, she managed to keep herself from doing that at least. Lena pounded her fist on his thighs, hoping to make him stop, but he kept forcing his cock down her throat until he mercifully pulled out.

His fist was a blur as her jerked himself, his cock pointed right at her face. She realized with horror what he was about to do, and before she could ask him not to the first shot of his cum splashed on her face. Some of it got into her eye, stinging and burning. She felt rope after rope of his hot, disgusting, and sticky cum splash onto her face. It felt like he was coating her with it. This was the first time a man had ever done something so degrading to her, and she wanted to die of shame. How could he use her like a rag like this? The only small comfort she felt was in hoping he was done with her. Then she felt him pick her up again. Her eyes were still firmly shut and she had no idea where he was taking her. Without warning he dropped her into a cold bathtub, the hard surface made her yelp with pain when it hit her.

“What are you doing?” she finally dared to ask.

“Shut the fuck up toilet.” No, Lena thought, he was not going to do that to her again. Her hopes were dashed when she felt the first warm trickle hit her face. Keeping her mouth firmly shut she squealed her disapproval at what he was doing. She felt the warm, thick liquid wash away all the cum on her face, but it got everywhere: it her hair, soaked into her shirt, all over her body. When the disgusting stream finally ended she felt him shake off a few more drops right onto her face. Lena only now dared to wipe the foulness off of her face, open her eyes and look up at him.

“Why did you do this to me?” she asked, her voice a whisper, “I don’t deserve it.”

“I did it because I don’t give a fuck about you, or what you want you stupid cunt. The only reason you’re not on my bed having every man at this party take his turn with you right now is that I’m not ready to share your fat ass yet.”

“My ass isn’t fat,” Lena pouted.

“Your ass is disgustingly huge, just like your fat tits,” he said as he reached down to painfully tweak one of her nipples. “Now, you’ve left tub is a mess so I expect you to lick it clean. And if you say one fucking word I will throw you out onto the street just like this and leave you to fucking walk home.” There was no way she’d make it home, no phone, covered in a man’s piss. He loomed over her and she could see on his face he was serious. That look frightened her. Under his watchful eye she lapped up all of the foul, acrid piss in the tub. When she was done she looked up at him.

He reached down to pat her on the head, another burning humiliation in a night full of them. “What a good girl you are,” he spoke like she was dog, “now you get yourself cleaned up and get the fuck out of here. I put my number in your phone, so you can expect texts from me pig.”

With great speed Lena cleaned herself up. Thankfully, he gave her an oversized, nearly sheer shirt to wear. People might notice she was leaving in something so revealing, but she had no choice. As she fled to her car, her pussy was driving her mad. She could not remember the last time she had been so wet. A moment after sitting down her hand was furiously rubbing her clit and she brought herself to a shattering, overwhelming climax. One followed another as she came over and over again in her car, not caring might see her, as she thought about every moment of her humiliation that night.

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Lena Is Trapped

Lena’s phone buzzed. Lately it seemed the only messages she got were from him, and today was no exception. “Meet me outside, cumdump, you’ve got 5 minutes.” Just to compound her humiliation he sent along a picture of her on her knees, with his cum all over her face. It was a threat. She knew it was a threat. But it was not one Lena could afford to ignore. Even though she was in the middle of a lecture she had no choice. She packed up her bag and left. Predicting something like this might happen, she had started taking seats towards the back of her classes so she could leave without disruption. It burned at her to see how she was changing her life in small ways just to accommodate his insatiable desire to humiliate and use her, but change her life she did.

She shuffled out of the room, holding her too-short skirt (worn on his instructions (even on days she did not know if she would see him)) down, hoping that no one would turn and see her uncovered ass as she left the lecture auditorium. Apparently making her wear the skimpiest skirts she owned was not enough for him, he had to deny her panties as well. “Makes you more accessible” he told her when he gave the order. Her mouth was full of his cock at the time, not that she could have changed his mind anyway. Lena just glared up at him as he smiled down at her, seeming to admire her before he spit in her face and called her a worthless cunt.

Before her days and nights were defined by class work, or seeing her friends, maybe the occasional date. Now her social life was in ruins, her time mandated to be free so that she could be available to him whenever he needed to get off, or to piss, or just to slap her around. Her entire life was being consumed by him, and the longer she spent with him the harder it was to see a way out. Brick-by-brick, picture-by-picture, video-by-video, he was making a prison and she was trapped within it. Which was why, now, despite her grades slipping and probably needing to stay the whole lecture, she was headed out of class to meet him.

Impatience was written all over his face. It was a bad sign. “I’m sorry, I got here as quickly as I could,” Lena said, her voice soft and pleading. Experience taught her that not being sorry, even for the tiniest thing, was an easy way to be brutally punished. He grunted and did not say anything. Instead he wrapped his fingers around her arm and painfully pulled her along. His grip was like steel. She stumbled along, half-walking, half-dragged, as he led her to the nearest men’s room. Her heart sank when she saw which one it was. Of course he had brought her to one with stalls, not one of the individual restrooms that locked. Lena tried to imagine how many men had glimpsed her on her knees in some campus bathroom or other. It was surely too many to count by now. She hated the shame she felt at the thought. More, she hated more how wet the shame made her. Without hesitating, she dropped to her knees once the stall door was closed and he took a seat.

“You are such an obedient little toilet,” he said as he looked down at her, “take off your shirt I want you to jerk me off with your tits.” Suppressing a sign, Lena did as she was told. He really seemed to enjoy how uncomfortable it made her to do that. Where once her boobs had been a way to get attention, or just something to show off, now they just another thing he used to degrade her. As he had ordered, Lena wrapped her chest around him and started jerking him. “God your tits are so fucking soft,” he said. Right then someone else in the bathroom coughed. Someone must have come in after them. Lena’s pussy twitched when she heard it. Knowing someone else was hearing her be humiliated like this made her shudder.

“Hey don’t worry bro, when I’m done with her she’s all yours,” hearing those words mad Lena twitch again, more violently. She glared at him. How could he suggest sharing her with others, did he think she was just some thing to be passed around?

If he saw her shock and anger it he did not acknowledge it in any way. He simply said, “Start sucking.” Lena quickly took his cock into her mouth and just hoped he was joking about trying to share her.

Another voice spoke up, “She any good at it?” It sounded like it was coming from right behind her. The voice was so close it could have belonged to someone in the stall with them. Lena could feel her heart pounding so loudly in her chest as she struggled to focus on sucking the cock in front of her.

“Oh yeah bro she’s great,” he said while he squeezed her tits, “when I’m done you should give her a shot. She’s had loads of practice. Now be a good cunt and lick my balls.” Lena started lapping at his balls with long, wide strokes of her tongue. She knew by now how he liked her to do it. It took all her willpower to ignore the conversation that was going on around her.

“I mean if you’re cool with it,” the other voice said.

“Hell yeah man, it’s all she’s fucking good for, might as well make the most of her.”

That was too much for Lena. There was no way she was going to be used by a stranger. Then, before she could say a word he pulled her back by her hair and forced her mouth onto his cock. He had his hands solidly on her head, so she could not even take his cock out and object. All she could manage was a muffled protest. Hearing even that meager resistance he gave her a sharp smack. Then he plunged himself even deeper into her throat, making her gag horribly around his cock. He held himself there, deep in her throat, choking off her air until she felt she was going to pass out. Mercifully before that happened he pulled out. As Lena struggled to catch her breath and stop her world from spinning, he shot his load all over her face. She could feel rope after rope of thick, warm cum as it got everywhere, in her hair, in her eyes. Involuntarily, she squealed with displeasure.

“Oh I’m sorry whore, does my cum bother you?” He asked, his voice filled with venom.

“No, no it doesn’t. I love it! You know I love it!” She pleaded. She just didn’t want him to hurt her.

“Here. Let me help.” Lena felt him pull her forward, and then without warning he plunged her forward into the toilet. He held her under the water until her lungs burned and everything in her cried out for air. Then he pulled her out. She took a deep breath and then he forced her head down again. The water splashed as she struggled and flailed. When he pulled her out again she pathetically pleaded with him to stop. Not a sound came from him. He held her neck against the bowl’s cold rim.

Suddenly, she felt a warm stream splashing against her face. Some of it trickled into the toilet below her after it got on her face, in her mouth, down her back. Past experience meant she knew exactly what was happening, he was getting the last of his pleasure today by pissing all over her. Finally, he spoke as he continued urinating on her, “There you go toilet, nice and clean. Getting all that nasty cum off you. What do you say?”

Lena sputtered as she spoke, “Thank you sir. Thank you so much.”

“There’s a good girl,” he said as he shook the last drops off onto her. She heard him zip up and open the stall door. Lena stayed on her knees, half her clothes dripping wet, hugging the bowl. He opened the stall door. “Alright bro. If you want a turn, she’s all yours.” He turned to her and said, “Now Lena you be as good a girl for him as you were for me.”

Lena looked up and saw the face of one of her acquaintances from class. Someone she had traded notes with occasionally. His face was filled with disgust. And also something else. Too late, Lena saw what he intended. She started to plead with him as he stepped into the stall. Her begging did not even make him hesitate. He shut the door. He locked it. He unzipped his fly. And then Lena was at his mercy. She tried not to think about how her cunt was so wet it she could feel it running down her legs.

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