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This is a simple list of ideas I have in no particular order.

A more romantic non-rape lilsimsie story.

A continuation of the JustAMinx story. A sequel chapter, and a number of bonus scenes related to it.

A continuation of the Aimsey story. A sequel chapter, and a number of bonus scenes related to it.

Both sets of bonus scenes are mostly alternate ways for each timeline to go down.

Niki Nihachu non-con where she is doing a baking stream and a man breaks in and rapes her on stream. Potential foodplay.

A non-con story featuring both Niki Nihachu and TinaKitten. No set plot in mind.

A Rhea Ripley story wherein she is dominated by a man. Heavy spanking, and her being fucked in the position of her pin. Sort of like a mating press. Maybe she bets that she’s stronger than a man, and he beats her winning the ability to use her however he wants. (Story is being written.)

A Sonya Deville story focused on non-con. No particular plot ideas except one that I’m cautious about due to it potentially being too bad taste.

A Sonya Deville story where she is in someway convinced to try sex with a man. Maybe Mandy Rose brings her in for something.

Both would, of course, involve orientation play.

A Taylor Swift story. No set ideas. Potentially including humiliation and degradation. (A version of this concept was written for an ask.)

A Tokino Sora story. No set ideas in mind. Maybe something to do with a manager or something. Might be to similar to one story I vaguely remember. Would need to read it on AO3 again to be sure.

A Pippa Pipkin story. No set ideas in mind. Maybe a fed or something. I don’t know.

A story based on the video game Bully where Jimmy Hopkins gets it on with each of the girls in that game in a series of chapters. No planned plot or ideas for individual chapters. I’ll wait until I finish it again and one hundred percent it for the first time if I can get the last few things to spawn in before the final mission.

A Chloe Price story based on a favorite picture of mine where Warren Graham is fucking her anally over a desk. No set idea for length of story, or if I want to add more on to it afterwards. I need to familiarize myself with Life is Strange and its plot and characters before I do.

Lara Croft and Samantha Nishimura story where they are in a throuple with a man. No set ideas, but would obviously be more romantic. Only finished the first game in the reboot a couple years back. Maybe only one year ago. But, regardless, I want finish the rest of the stuff that came afterwards. Comics and games and whatnot.

There are currently 0 asks I have to answer.

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Wow, uh, thirty followers. And a sudden explosion to likes and reblogs. I suppose one good reblog to a bigger blog was all that was needed.

It’s not a whole lot or anything, not to be ungrateful either, just trying to find balance, but I do feel like I should actually pick up the pace on writing again. I have a draft in the works for a oneshot and a draft for a sequel to that Aimsey story. It’ll be three or four chapters more in total.

But after that, if anyone sees this and takes the time to bother to read it, how are you feeling about fictional characters being mixed with the real people here? I’m curious.

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Could you make another Rhea fic similar to the one you’ve written?

Yes I could.

However, I’m not going to.

Not yet at least.

Rather, I’m going to ask, would you, random Anon, or any other random anons, prefer for it to be a sequel chapter or something else entirely?

I’m personally down to do either and will likely do both eventually, but I’m curious.

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genuinely you’re a fucking loser

Well, this is just rude. You’re gonna make me cry.

Lol.

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If the anon who submitted the Chappell Roan ask is ever around to read it, I’m sorry that it took so long. Real life stuff can in the way sometimes, you know?

Still somewhat busy, but I’ve got two more things in the works that have been around for even longer. The next chapter of the Aimsey story, looking to be four chapters overall, or three, depending on how I choose to pace the middle bit, and a Pipkin Pippa story.

Although, as always, suggestions or requests are always welcome through whatever form you choose.

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chapell roan being (correctively) raped

Alright, I’m not too familiar with Chappell Roan, but I’ve checked a few of the things I could find of her talking and her Hot to Go song. She’s attractive, and I do need to get back into the swing of writing, so this ask came at a good time. Thank you for that, Anon.

Don’t usually include warnings for asks since they’re describing what’s in it well enough, but this particular piece of smut does feature the use of a homophobic slur and is what one might expect from somewhat slightly rough orientation play.

“Oh, fuck!” Chappell grunted out as she felt the man behind her bury himself even deeper, his hips finally coming to rest against her ass.

“Yeah, you like that, you fucking dyke?”

Before she could even open her mouth to respond, not that she would, no point giving the piece of shit the pleasure, he pulled back until only the tip of his head remained sheathed in her warm hole and slammed back inside.

A scream tore from her throat and through her lips. And the bastard just laughed.

“Fuck, I just love that voice.”

Another few smaller thrusts.

“Come on, sing for me, babe. How’d it go? H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me, I’m about to blow!” The off-key singing tainting of her song pissed her off worse than anything had before.

This fucking rapist piece of shit was mocking her, and he was using her own songs to do it. She wanted to say something, to hurt him, but all her mind could come up with was, “Fuck you!”

And all she got from that was a laugh. She fucking hated him.

“Oh, don’t be like that, babe. You should be thankful I’m teaching you to like dick,” he said as his hands moved upward, away from her hips and well-toned ass and onto her sizable chest, “Well, my dick anyway.”

She nearly growled in frustration at his words.

“Ooh. Growling now. I like it,” he said as his left hand came forward and cupped her chin, squeezing her cheeks hard as he raised her head to look at him, “but I think I need to hear you get a bit louder. Don’t worry, no one can hear you anyway.”

“You want me to get loud, you piece of shit?” Her voice came out strained. The struggle to hold back any moans paired with his hand gripping her face made it difficult to speak. “That what you want, you fucking creep?”

“You know it, baby,” his voice deepened as he whispered in her ear, “and you can do it.”

“Fuck you!” Chappell screamed. She had lost her patience. She didn’t care anymore. She just had to let it out. “Fuck you! Fuck you!”

“Yeah, just like that. Come on, you can say more than that.” The man’s voice was remarkably steady for the speed at which he thrusted. The sound of each successive clap of his hips against her ass only pushed him on further to keep his pace up.

He was almost torn on how far to pull out. Too far, and he can’t quite get the smack of her ass to be as constant as he would like it to be. Too close, and the smack would be far less satisfying, neither producing the audible sound that he loved or making her ass shake with the jiggle he adored, due to the lack of force.

Ultimately, he just decided on letting his heart take the lead. It had gotten him inside of Chappell Roan, the Queen Dyke herself, after all. And he eventually found a rhythm that he was happy with.

“Fuck you, you fucking creep! You fucking proud of yourself? You rapist fuck!” The strained yells fucking made his cock throb, and her groan as it did told him that she could feel it too.

“You fucking proud of yourself, huh? I bet you are! I bet you’re really fucking proud of yourself!” There she went again, talking about how proud he must be. He only chuckled. Of course he was proud of himself. He saw his opportunity, and he took it.

If there was any disappointment he felt about the situation, it was that hadn’t caught her in the full costume getup. But he supposed a more down-to-earth and casual look was fine too. He was attracted the lady behind the persona as much as the persona itself after all. That’s why she needed to be fixed. So he could have her.

And he could always emulate that white face paint with enough of his cum. She’d look so much more beautiful like that anyway.

“You’d have to be, wouldn’t you? This is the only way you’d ever get to feel a pussy. This is the only even get see a naked woman, much less touch her. You limp-dicked pice of shit.” She was getting quieter, trying to focus her words, trying to hold back any moans. He could tell.

She was breaking. He was almost there.

She didn’t have to love cock, well, his cock, like he’d said, just yet, but if he could break her down enough to stop fighting back, he could take her and make her better.

Soon, she’d be eager to get on her knees and please him. She’d beg for his cock every day, and she’d want him inside her until her belly swelled with his child.

He could work on her until she got to that point.

He just had to make her submit first.

“Limp-dicked? My dick’s inside of you right now, and it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s limp from here.”

“Oh, it doesn’t? Well, it is. No wonder you had to do this to feel what a woman is like.”

“Says the bitch just a step away from moaning too much to speak.”

“Oh please. Little baby boy getting mad and needing to call the—unh,” she stumbled, “m—me—mean woman a bad name? I’m a bitch? Y—y—y—yooour small, l—little, limp dick could… never, unn, make me…” She fell.

The moans came out in stutters. The man changed his speed. Slower thrusts followed through harder, and she finally could no longer hold back the wave of pleasure that had been building up within her.

“What was that?” He kept thrusting, enjoying the sound of her moans and strong claps of skin against skin echoing throughout the room as he continued, “Must not be a very good dyke if you’re losing your mind from a limp dick.”

“F—f—fu—fuck you…” She was losing her will to fight. He could tell, and he was over the moon in excitement.

And the night passed. A few hours, and Chappell’s verbal attacks died in a whimper, and she was reborn in a moan.

The wet sounds of skin slapping skin, the man’s balls smacking against Chappell’s ass, and Chappell’s pussy being mixed up by his dick rang out and echoed around the room, yet they were still drowned out by the sounds of the recently converted slut’s moans.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?”

“Y—Yesss, daddy. Uhn… unnn… unn.”

Chappell’s mouth hung open, every slutty moan allowed to flow freely at full volume. Her head leaned back as her back arched. She was gonna cum again soon. She was gonna cum on the man’s cock again. Her pussy was going to spasm uncontrollably around his cock, trying to milk him for another load inside her. And she was loving it.

She loved it.

The man had long since changed their position.

His balls smacked against the tight ring of her ass as it waited patiently for its turn to be stretched out and filled up.

Her legs were drawn back, wrapping around his hips and urging him deeper inside. They had been pushed back by him soon after she had broke, and when she first moved to place them around him, he had thought she was trying to escape again. Her lips pressing against his assuaged such worrisome, troubling thoughts.

He pumped into her, keeping his pace as he felt squeeze around him. They were both so close, and they both knew it. He brought her back into another deep kiss in preparation for it. Their moans tangled together in shared bliss.

Her mind melted away. The fire of rebellion in her eyes died. Acceptance its rightful place in her mind. And she had never looked more beautiful than at that moment.

He had won. And as she wrapped her arms and legs even more tightly against him, his heart felt it was about to burst. He did it. He had fixed her. He had made Chappell Roan his.

And as he felt his pulsating cock shooting ropes of lifebringing cum inside of her, no doubt flooding her fertile womb, and felt her gasp into his mouth, and felt warmth like he never had before, he couldn’t help but be excited for what would come next.

Thursday, January 16, 2024.

2:30 P.M..

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you dont have to post this one but i just wanted to clarify it was less self promo and more a !!!! omg i do this too!!! lol

No, it’s okay. I get it. lol. It is cool to hear from someone thar writes some stuff like this too.

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idk if i have a req off the bat but i want to be selfish and self promo my own tina rape fic lol. its gun violence!! not a random guy tho, its foolish doing it 🫣 maybe one day i'll also get around to writing an anonymous perpetrator (it's hot) ((https://archiveofourown.org/works/55444282))

Well, you do seem to like the two of them. I took just a quick peak at your account. I’m not too sure if you’ll get much of any boost from it being posted here, I’m not particularly popular, but I do hope you get something in the way of promotion. lol.

Anonymous perpetrator stuff is really hot. If you ever do write some, I’d be happy to read it.

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loved your tina story!!! she's my fave and i love squishing her like a bug and having her absolutely destroyed by men <3

Oh, thank you for your support and follow! It means a lot.

And I love Tina too. Although, I haven’t watched nearly as much of her as I would like.

She’s so cute. It makes her perfect for being destroyed. When I do continue it, she’s gonna play a major role in it because she’s so fun to toy with.

Maybe some softer stuff too when I feel confident enough in my writing, but that’s for another time.

Regardless, like I always write, feel free to leave any requests or suggestions you may have. No guarantees, but you never know. Thank you again.

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Alright, I’m working on the next chapter to the Aimsey story, but I’ve been having the urge to write something like this for a while now. Since even before I finished the Rhea Ripley story, in fact.

It’s not the best. I decided to see how a shorter story that I write in a single sitting might turn out. The dialogue is a bit clunky, but I think it’s alright for what it is.

LilyPichu smut below. Cheatkng. Cuckoldry. Netorare. Whatever you want to call it. Michael gets cucked. Humiliation. Sadism. It’s not too in-depth though.

Friday, September 27, 2024.

3:58 P.M..

“Ohhh. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Lily moaned and slammed her hands on the bed below. “I’m so, so sorry Michael, but he’s just so much better than you.”

The usually sweet voice of Lily carried a heavy lust with a heartbreaking level of something that almost felt vindictive.

It cut through Michael’s heart as he was forced to sit there and watch his girlfriend being fucked on the bed they shared together. Tears fell. Any hope he still had that she may have just been gritting her teeth and baring it was shattered.

On the other hand, it only seemed to push the man behind her further. There admittedly was a small part of him somewhere deep inside that almost felt a bit bad for Michael. Almost. But there was a much, much bigger part that loved hearing her say that.

His hips kept the same steady speed, but made sure to put just a bit more force in every thrust to make sure that Lily knew he appreciated it. The extra pain he saw in Michael’s eyes was a nice bonus.

Lily felt a hand on the back of her head and her body being moved around. Finally, she came to look directly at Michael. She could see him there, tied up, crying. Normally, that would hurt her. She’d be so upset about seeing him in pain. The man she loved so hurt that he was brought tears.

But at that moment, all she could think was that he was crying like a bitch.

She smiled and bit the bed to keep herself steady enough to look him in the eyes.

She wanted to hurt him. She wanted him to hurt as badly as she felt good.

Fuck, she was coming again. Again. She had never cum this much before. Nor could she remember a time she had ever cum as hard. Maybe she never had.

And the man kept going. Through each orgasm, he kept fucking her and turning her mind to mush. Her pussy was so sore, but she loved it so much. He’d only cum once so far. Right at the beginning, he had her get on her knees and worship his penis.

Throughout it all, she kept trying her best to reassure Michael that it was going to be over quick. All she had to was make him cum twice, and it would be over. She told him that she would be done quick, and they could move past it. Even then, she had to hold herself back from seeming to into it, but it smelt so fucking good, and the cum felt amazing sliding down her throat.

And now, she fought through the overwhelming pleasure to look up at Michael, bedsheet between her teeth, moaning and shaking her hips as her pussy convulsed and sprayed onto the man behind her and the bed she and Michael shared.

She didn’t care anymore. She needed more. She didn’t fucking care how it made Michael feel. Maybe she’d feel bad afterward, maybe she wouldn’t, but she needed it.

But when she pushed back again, she felt the man pulling out of her.

“W-what? Why?” Her words were mostly air, but they could just barely be made out. Another stab to Michael’s heart, but the man only chuckled.

“You’re free now. I came. Good job girl, that little sorry of yours really pushed me over the edge.”

“No. No, no, no. Not yet.” She hadn’t even noticed him cumming. Her mind must’ve been so shot to have missed it.

“Lily? Lily, what are you doing?” Michael called out. He couldn’t believe what he’d heard, he must’ve misheard it. He must’ve misheard her.

“Oh? But I’m done. Like you told your little boyfriend there, it was only twice.”

“I don’t care. Please, don’t stop. Keep fucking me, please!”

“Lily?” Michael broke. And his voice sounded how he felt. He couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be.

But the man’s cock only twitched. The desperate plea of Lily and the devastation of Michael, turning him on more and making him harder than he’d ever been before.

“Oh? And what about Michael? Think about how hurt he must be.”

“Fuck Michael! I don’t care about him. Please, just give me your cock. Fuck me more.”

He grabbed her from behind and brought her up. His lips grazed against her neck, and she shivered. “Good girl. You know, I didn’t actually cum.”

“Huh?”

“I just wanted to see if you were mine yet.”

“Yes. Yes, I’m yours. Fill me. Make me yours completely.”

He pushed his cock against back against her slit and pushed in. Her moans sounded even sweeter than before, and he pulled her back with him.

“No more need to look at him. You’re mine now after all. All you need is me.”

“Y-yes. P-please.” She could feel him beginning to move again, and she could only give in as he held her on top of him, powerless to move but happy to give up control.

“And after, I’m taking that tight ass of yours.”

Michael was given a front-row seat to the sight of the man’s cock sliding in and out of Lily’s little pussy. Lily herself couldn’t respond with anything beyond positive moaning as the man lifted his hip and began fucking her again.

He hated the sight of the man’s balls slapping against Lily’s pussy and her cunt taking his cock, and she hated sounds of her ass against his hips and of her pussy being stirred and pounded, but it was almost hypnotizing, and he convinced himself that it would be even worse if he closed his eyes. Somehow, his mind might take the sounds and what he had already seen, that look of pure bliss and pleasure on Lily’s face that he had never seen before, and make something worse with it.

Every good moment they had ever had together ran through his mind, and he finally realized that all of that had been taken from him. It was gone, impaled by the cock of a man who only wanted to own her.

But Lily had given herself over freely, and Michael could only cry and beg for them to stop until they were finished.

Friday, September 27, 2024.

5:18 P.M..

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So, if anyone sees this, if you have any suggestions or requests for stories or even just stuff you’d like to see on this blog in general, I’m willing to take a look.

Asks, reblogs, however.

I am currently working on the next chapter of my Aimsey story. The chapter is currently just a very rough outline and an idea for a third.

It’s going to be a long one regardless, so I’d be happy to try out some shorter ideas or even things to jump around and work on in between chunks of this one.

Right now, I’m really feeling some Pipkin Pippa and Rin Penrose. Maybe even something with Yuko Yurei if anyone was familiar with her.

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love all of your stories, but specifically the noncon one with billie ;)) could you extend it or make a part two (or possibly even a series)? your writing is incredible

Yup. And I actually quite like the idea, so here’s something a bit of both worlds, with the potential for some sort of series included.

Tuesday, September 22, 2024

8:26 A.M.

Eventually, the sounds of broken sobs stopped ringing in Billie’s ears.

Sometime later, they stopped echoing throughout the room around her.

She got up and looked around her. Her clothes were torn and covered in the man’s cum, and she could see white stains marking just about every piece of furniture in the room.

She felt… empty. Yet she could still feel the man inside her. Every moment that passed, every step she took, none of it felt real. It felt like a dream. A bad dream. A nightmare she couldn’t wake up from, but when she did, she’d lie there for a minute or an hour, and she’d slowly begin to realize that none of it had actually happened. Her brain just conjured it up, and she’d slowly shake it off throughout the day.

But she never did wake up. Instead, she continued to take slow steps punctuated by the feeling of a throbbing soreness that went across her whole body but especially at her butt, her cheek, her throat, and her crotch, and her breasts.

But she kept walking, looking, looking for something. But she couldn’t remember what. Until she found it.

Her phone.

The case was just as covered in white, streaking stains as anything else in the room, and she almost to pick it up, but she knew she had to.

Her hand, ever so slowly and ever so shaky, gripped it and turned it over. There was a sticky note on it that she nearly threw away before her eyes began to hear word back from her brain.

There was writing on it.

She nearly dropped the phone.

‘Thanks for the fun. I have so many recordings of you moaning like a real slut on my cock. I promise not to share it with anyone. I made sure to record a couple with your phone too. ‘

‘Make sure you watch to the end.’

No. No, no, no. That creep had footage of her… like that. Fuck. Fuck no.

She could feel the tears beginning to build up again, but she brushed them aside. She had to focus. For now, she had to see what he wanted her to see. Maybe… maybe he left something that would incriminate him. Just a little something.

It took a few tries to get her passcode in just right. The bastard left dried cum on the screen, and that made it hard to tap just right. But when she did, she was greeted with the sight of a cock resting on her ass.

It felt surreal, seeing herself like that. She couldn’t see her face, but she knew what this was. Her ass had already been brightened to shining red, the effect of harsh spanking and even harsher fucking. And it only shined more from spit and the liquid of her own pussy being rubbed across.

She wanted to just skip to the final video, there being three, and watch whatever he wanted her to watch so badly he put it on note to tell her, but the phone was unresponsive, and it began the video instead of swiping like she was trying to do.

After that, the sight was almost mesmerizing. She hated it. It made her feel weak and helpless, a reminder of what he did to her, but she could only freeze up and stare at the sight of the man bringing his hand to his cock and stroking to her ass.

As she watched him slap his cock against her ass, she almost instinctually pressed the volume button. Of course that one would work just fine. Oh well, she supposed. She’d probably have needed to do that anyway.

There wasn’t much of substance to be heard. Fleshy smacks as cock met ass, her moans that could’ve been either pain or pleasure to someone who didn’t know better, and the man moaning out degrading words while drawing ever closer to cumming.

Finally, she broke free of her trance. As she began to move to go on to the next one, or at least look at the timeline, his moans and words became grunts and a, “Fuck yeah,” while white strands of cum shot out of the head of his cock and coated her bright red cheeks.

The video soon ended as he calmed down, having stroked out every last drop, and let himself come to rest against her, his cock finding itself laying on her ass in much the same way it was at the start of the video.

The next video began with a shot of her on the ground, on her knees. She looked up at the camera with her mouth already halfway down the shaft.

She hit play and watched herself pull back before being pushed back by the man. Her cheeks were red, and they had the streaks of dried tears. She hated looking at herself like that. That wasn’t her.

But it was, and she had to watch her herself start to gag as the cock lodged down her throat began to pulsate before the man pulled her off by her hair and let strings of cum fly onto her face.

The sight nearly made her gag. She looked like a piece of meat, marked by its owner. And when she heard her voice slur out a thank you and a Daddy, she felt something break inside her.

It took everything she had not to start sobbing uncontrollably again. And it took even more than that when she saw him pat her on the head and call her a good girl.

The final video’s opening shot reminded her of the first’s. His hard cock laying on her ass. Only this time, it was a lot more centered. She didn’t have to think too hard to imagine what this one would be. The way the head was lined up told her all she needed to know.

And she was right, upon pressing play, she saw the head of his cock pressing up against her tightest hole. And she heard her voice begin to cry out.

A series of fuck’s, shit’s, and moans dripped from her lips at a steady pace. They rang through her ears, and she swore she was making those noises again at that moment. She could feel the phantom of the man’s cock spreading her ass apart, and she could feel the fabric of the couch under her grip.

She knew every movement and feeling she felt at moment, and she was feeling them again. She didn’t need to see above her waits to feel his hand pulling her by the hair or the tightness of his other around her chin and jaw.

In that moment, she felt him fucking her again, and she let slip a couple quiet sobs.

She could do nothing but stand there helplessly as the video’s runtime ran out over the course of minutes. The grunting and sound of skin against skin digging deep into her mind to uncover the memories her mind had been so kind as to repress.

Just when she finally thought it might be coming to an end, the man’s grunting had gotten louder and more primal, he slowed and turned the camera to himself.

The sick bastard played the part of a loving boyfriend acting as a dom so well, she almost thought she merely forgot something and it was all just one big, fucked-up case of amnesia. But she saw the smirk, the smile. She understood the underlying meaning of his words.

He said that he loved her to tell her that he owned her.

He said that he would be sure to text her when he got home safely to tell her that he had her number.

He said that he couldn’t wait to see her again to tell her that it would happen again.

And he didn’t need to say anything to tell her that he had recordings of her in case she decided to try telling somebody else what had happened or refusing to meet him again.

The Photos app had already been opened when she unlocked the phone.

He turned the camera back around, buried himself deep inside her, and let loose shot after shot of cum. Cum that she could still feel inside her as she listened to herself moan in a rhythm she could only assume the source of.

The final few seconds were of him dislodging himself, taking a step back, zooming in, and focusing on her leaking asshole. The thick, white fluid fell and traveled to her pussy.

The fact that he had never actually fucked her pussy came rushing back to her. She guessed he might’ve wanted to save it for next time.

Next time.

The idea made her laugh. And the pain made her laugh harder to ignore it.

She knew there’d be a next time too. He had her in his grasp, and there was no way out.

She wasn’t particularly happy about the idea of a video of her having sex being out there, but she may not of considered it the worst thing in the world under other circumstances. The truly awful part is just the fact that it was nonconsensual in nature.

She just hated the idea of videos of her being raped, floating out there. She could already feel the backlash if she tried to say it was rape, too. That’s what these videos were for, to sow doubt.

So, that was that then.

She was punished for trying to do something good, and she didn’t have a way out of it. She still felt empty. She still felt filled. She still felt violated. She still felt lost. She felt helpless.

She still had to get going. She didn’t know how the man got the guards to leave. She didn’t care. Not at the moment at least. At the moment, she just knew she had to get dressed. Even as her tears made it hard to see what piece of clothing was which.

Each was covered in cum. She just tried to ignore it. She’d be quick and rush to a private place for her to get dressed.

Finally, she was dressed, and she wiped her eyes clear. She was greeted by the sight of her in the mirror. Her face and what could be seen of her neck were still red. Marks of all kinds littered her face and her clothes, and her hair was an unstable mess.

She didn’t recognize the person in the mirror anymore.

She didn’t cry again. But she came damn close.

The mirror struck her, and she had to look away, look anywhere else.

She just had to get out of there.

Thursday, September 26, 2024.

4:20 P.M..

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Rhea Ripley smut below. Spanking. Femsub. Maledom.

It was getting late. Rhea knew she had to get to the gym soon to get in her full workout, but she couldn’t help but admire herself in the mirror. The backless sports jumpsuit hugged her body nicely, and it showed off her curves amazingly well.

Rhea Ripley was an attractive woman, and she knew it.

And she knew plenty of others did, too.

She’d seen the endless tweets, Reddit posts, and general perversion that would arise in any comment section or forums that she was brought up in. The focus on her muscular body that she had worked on and toned to perfection. The love for her dominant look she played up with her goth style. The desire for her to destroy them and act as a master, a Mami. She loved it.

She couldn’t help but notice a bit of a split, though. Most loved to imagine her in control, the fierce, goth Mami who would do with them as she wished, but there were definitely those who wanted the opposite. They wanted to dominate her. They wanted to bend her over and fuck her like a bitch. She smacked her ass as she chuckled. Watching it shake and jiggle, she couldn’t really blame them.

Not that they had a chance. She was the one in control. Mami may make an exception or two, but it certainly wouldn’t be for some pervert who couldn’t control themselves when they looked at her. Most couldn’t handle her anyway. They’d try and fail as they came pitifully before they even made her cum once. They couldn’t satisfy her, much less dominate her.

That isn’t to say she hated that section necessarily. No, they had their own purpose in her eyes. They served well as toys to be used and thrown away. So many men out there that think they can take Mami, but none of them have, and none of them will.

And it was mostly men. Certainly not all, and plenty of men did know their place as well, but she also attracted a lot of men who thought far too highly of themselves. At least they were fun to break. There was little else she enjoyed more than watching a man’s worldview be flipped upside down as they came to realize they never really had a chance.

That beginning act of defiance leading to a slow, steady loss of resistance until they accept their position as her bitch. You don’t know real power, real control, until you’ve caused that to happen and watched it in real time.

Rhea shook her head and chuckled to herself as she headed for the door. If she hurried, she’d have just enough time to do her workout and get a full night of rest afterwards.

The gym itself was mostly empty. A few groups getting in their last few reps in. There weren’t many individuals left surprisingly, but those that were looked at her a bit more openly. A lack of social pressure to not seem too perverse led to, at least, three men and two women ogling her ass when they thought she couldn’t see.

Perverts.

She smirked to herself and made sure to stretch out a bit more than wholly necessary. A little more shaking of her ass than was truly reasonable to get into position. She enjoyed knowing that two of them, a man and a woman, left so suddenly because of her, peaking back at her all the while. They’d pleasure themselves in a way that would never compare to her with fantasies that paled in comparison to the real thing.

Unfortunately for them, Mami preferred to keep it to one new pet at a time. It allowed her to truly make them hers and enjoy every last minute of their fall into her hands. And it seemed that time was fast approaching as the gym cleared out ever more, and her session came to a close.

By the time she had cleaned up her spot and put up what she had used, there was only one person left, there always was, and her body felt hot and wet with sweat that trailed down neck into her cleavage and into the cracks of her body. Maybe she’d make him lick her clean today. After she won the bet, that was.

Yes, a habit she had developed as a way to blow off some steam was to work out later in the day and make a bet with the last person who remained. The bet was simple. They would fight, and whoever won would get to use the other as their personal toy for the night.

Few would ever refuse. The offer was too tempting. After all, even if you don’t think you’d beat her, how could you resist either offer? So many would accept and give up immediately just to get her to use them quicker. If Rhea were honest, well, these were somewhat boring. Sure, it was always going to end up that way, but it’s so much more fun when they try to maintain some dignity for her to break.

Her favorites were the overconfident, cocky, and arrogant men. The ones would try to demean her and talk about how easy it would be for them to beat a woman. Those were always the biggest fighters but also the biggest subs once they were broken in.

That look of shattered confidence and ego was indescribable and incomparable to anything else.

There was no greater pleasure.

Though, this one did seem a bit different. He didn’t watch her as closely as she was used to. His glances were there, but they were short. Still, he was there. That’s a good start. A sign that he’s also thinking about it. Just the possibility is so alluring to weak-willed men. Now, she just had to reel him in.

“Hey, you,” she called out to him. His back was turned to her, and he didn’t seem to hear her. She looked down at him, annoyed, and saw that he had a pair earbuds in.

She tapped his shoulder and put her hands on her hips as he turned around. She pushed out her chest and made sure to stick out her hips to show off her body.

“Hey there, I saw you looking at me.”

“Huh?” He took out one earbud and looked up at her. A mix of confusion and slight concern spread across his face.

Rhea herself was getting annoyed. She should already be about to pin him to the ground, and he hadn’t even said more than one word to her. Hell, it wasn’t even really a word, more a sound.

She angrily blew air out through her nose before saying, “You were staring at me. I saw you. Wanna make a bet?”

“I wasn’t looking at you.”

“Ha. Really?”

Truth be told, he hadn’t looked at her much, but she had definitely caught his eyes lingering on her ass a bit. Now, though, he was nervous a bit, but he didn’t exactly seem scared like most perverts do when they get called out.

“Nope,” the word came out strained as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t quite make it come out.

“Well, guess you don’t want to hear my bet then.”

A few seconds passed. She heard him gulp as he struggled to find his voice.

“What bet?”

“How about,” Rhea paused and took a step closer, “we have a fight, and the winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser.”

Seconds pass as they looked at each other. Rhea couldn’t quite make out what the man was thinking, but she was sure he was going to agree soon. She could just sense the perversion that radiated off of him. His lust was palpable and would be the rope she used to strangle his ego.

“Uh, no thanks.”

“Then, let’s get to it…” Rhea trailed off, “Excuse me.”

“No. I’d rather not,” he repeated as he got up to leave.

“What do you mean you’d ‘rather not?’”

He had already begun to walk away, and Rhea was very unsatisfied with this answer. She felt the frustration building and followed behind to grab him. “What? Are you afraid? Afraid you might beaten by a woman?”

He threw her hand off of his shoulder after she turned him. He snorted at her, “No, I’d rather just not beat a woman and have her waste my time by not meeting her end of the deal.”

Anger flared up throughout her body. He thinks he has a chance against her? And then he has the audacity to walk away from her? “Now, you listen here–“

“No thanks,” he spoke with more force this time, “Now, why don’t you go bother someone else. Your little desires to be dominated by a man aren’t my problem. I got other shit to do than be tricked into being accused of some shit by some bitch with a fat ass.”

That was it.

She reached forward and grabbed him pulling him back toward her. He was stunned from the sudden attack and fell into her grip. She tightened her hold and kept him from struggling out of her hands. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she was doing. She could get in so much trouble, but something about this guy made her angry. He needed to be punished for trying to ignore her. This bastard was lucky she even approached him. He was lucky to even exist in the same room as her. Mami was going to punish the brat.

Just as soon as she won.

Which seemed to be a bit more of an issue than she had initially thought.

“Fucking bitch!” He yelled as he regained his footing.

A quick time later, and the scuffle was over. Rhea yelled out in pain as the man somehow managed to get behind and pushed her into her back. He pushed her down, and Rhea felt the hard floor meet her face with force.

She cried out, “Get off me!” But it came out muffled, and the man only laughed at her.

The pressure increased, and she let out a whining moan of pain. She could feel the pressing against her. His rather baggy clothes hid a strong frame that was clearly capable of overpowering her.

“What’s wrong, bitch?” He held her in place. He was stronger than her, but she knew he was being careful. She was strong, and if he played this wrong, she could turn the tables on him easily. “I thought this was the bet. I get to use you however I want now, right?”

“Fuck you!”

“Seems like someone’s a sore winner. I guess you actually thought you’d win.”

“You got lucky, you piece of shit.”

His chuckle was a poison to her ears. She hated this piece of shit. All she wanted was to blow off some steam, and now she has to deal with this asshole standing over her. All the fucking bastard had to do was say yes, and she’d be using him like a toy already.

“Lucky? You literally grabbed when I wasn’t even looking! You had the advantage, and you still lost!” He yelled at her, and she felt something inside of her shake and burn inside her. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt something. “So, am I going to get my reward or not?”

“Why should I? You didn’t want to bet, remember? Let me go and fuck off, and I’ll let you leave.”

“What the fuck? You really think you can just assault me and walk away?”

“Yeah, and what do you think you’re doing right now, asshole?”

“Revenge, justice, whatever you want to call it.”

Rhea growled in anger and tried to shake him off. She couldn’t move her upper, so all she accomplished was shaking her ass. Fucking asshole probably enjoyed that. She needed to get up, but she just didn’t have the leverage to overpower him.

“Hmmmm.”

She could feel his leering eyes roaming over her body. She had never felt so vulnerable. So out of control. Sure, plenty of people had stared at her body, enjoyed it in their sights, masturbated to it, but she always remained in charge. Always. If people got to look at her body, it was be a she allowed it.

And yet, here she was, with face pushed into the ground, her ass in the air, and some asshole holding her there. The shame of the situation hit her. It grew with every moment that she spent on the floor. She had never felt so powerless before. Her thoughts turned to how things could have gone differently. If she had been less cocky, beat him quicker, didn’t just try to restrain him, hell, if she had just let him walk away.

Her train of thought was broken when she heard him speak, “How about this? I’ll hold you like this, and you try to struggle out. If you get out, you can just leave, but if I keep you in place, you have to let me have some fun with you. That sound fair?”

“No! Fuck you! Why should I not get anything if I get out?”

“What does it matter? You’re not gonna get out anyway. I already won. I should be getting my reward anyway.”

His attitude pissed her off. It took every ounce of strength and willpower not to agree to the deal just to shut him up.

Instead, they remained there for what felt like minutes until the man sighed, “Fine. How about the original rewards for whoever wins?”

There it was. As much as she wanted to just end this, so she could go take a shower and sleep off this incident, the temptation was too much. All she had to do was break free, not even beat him, and she would be able to blow off some steam. And make this bastard pay for standing up to her. For beating her.

“Fine. How long do I have?” If she were lucky, he’d have let go to grab his phone, and she’d be handed victory.

He hummed as he looked around. Guess he was smarter than he looked.

“The only clocks behind me,” she could feel her arms starting to go numb as he spoke, “and I don’t trust you to behave while I grab my phone, so how about this? Instead of a time limit, you can give it five tries. Do whatever for each. That sound good to you?”

She didn’t want to agree blindly, but the tingling sensation in her arms pushed her to say, “Okay. Fine, fuck.”

He tried to say something, but she took her chance quickly. The moment she had agreed, she pushed up and tried to twist her upper body. She had just barely managed to lift a bit below her shoulders up off the ground and nearly rolled onto her side, but he tightened up his grip and pushed her back into the ground harder than he had before.

She felt his body press against hers more this. He putting nearly all of his weight on her. The pressure of being between him and the floor and the heat that radiated off of him, or maybe it was her, left her mind disjointed. She couldn’t move without rubbing against something, and his hot breath against the back of her neck caused her to shudder.

“One down. Four more to go.”

The next two attempts didn’t even get as far as her first. Both times she only got about two inches of the ground before he pushed down on her to seemingly trap even further in her current spot.

If she were being honest, she was panicking. This was meant to be easy. Just as easy as all the times before. If not easier. But now she was being held to the ground completely out of control. She’s the one who’s supposed to be dominant. She should be dominating him. But here she is being dominated by a man she didn’t even know.

The shame she felt was absolutely unbearable.

“Just two more. Better make them count.”

The teasing tone in voice pissed her off. She pushed back against him as hard as she could. Unfortunately for her, the only part of her that moved a significant amount was her hips and soft, round ass which pressed into something hard. Her mind was too focused on the anger she felt to realize that she was giving the man pinning her down a clothed assjob.

It took until she heard him grunt and groan for her to come to her senses and drop back down. This time there was no cocky comment from the man. She supposed that cockiness went to his lower head instead. The lower head that currently still pressing hard against her rear.

The man had fallen with her this time. Unfortunately, he still managed to maintain some grip on her arms and tightened his hold on her before she could regain composure and take advantage of his somewhat broken concentration. And now, they were both laid flat. With him on top of her.

Fuck.

Even with the layers of clothes between them, she could feel the throbbing rod of meat pulsating against her ass cheek. It pressed against the supple flesh and pushed it down. She swore she could even feel the veins that ran across its length. The warmth, the heat, was so palpable she was fairly certain it could act as a space heater for the winter.

“J–just one more.”

His voice was shaky. She could hear it. He was too heavy for her right now. But if she could just push him a bit further, she might be able to break his grip on her arms. That would be enough to get up. All she would have to do is rub her perfect ass against that hard, hot, throbbing cock until he burst.

Only because she needed to, of course.

She still needed to reclaim her dominance. That’s all this was.

Even if the path back to that dominance was shaking her ass like a bitch in heat against the cock of the man that was pinning her down until he came.

Yeah, that was just a way to become dominant again. That’s all.

With a deep breath and a grunt, Rhea Ripley pushed backward with her hips. She could feel the man tense up and hear the breath of air push through his teeth. She could feel the sizable penis move with each slight grinding stroke of her ass. Soon, it had even managed to adjust enough to come to lay in the middle of her ass, laying cozily in the crack. Now, she could feel the foreskin as it was peeled back and brought forward.

He was breaking. She could tell. His breathing was labored, and he allowed her to come up further than before. His mind was almost certainly too hazy to realize. The sheer pleasure creating a thick haze around his mind, blinding him to the fact he could end it now. He had the leverage.

As his hands began to loosen from around her arms, and he began to push back, dry humping her through their clothes, she could feel her lips moving almost instinctually into a smirk. She had done this. She won. She would have her toy soon enough.

She could feel the victory.

She felt him twitch in between her soft yet firm cheeks.

She felt his grip tighten yet again.

She felt the cool floor pushed against her body once more.

She had lost.

Initially, she hadn’t even realized what had happened. The shock had been so great that even once realization had set in, her mind and body were still torn between continuing to stimulate the stiff, rock hard shaft currently throbbing so strongly while lodged deep in between her perfect cheeks, and letting out a scream of frustration at failing to free herself yet again.

They laid their for a while, neither moving beyond the autonomous rising and falling of their chests as they panted from the shared feeling of exertion. Beyond that, Rhea could still feel pulsations and heat radiating from behind her.

The cool air of the empty gym brushed her skin much more gently than the rushing waves of exhalations that beat the back of her neck, and the feeling of being pressed into ground with a body on top of her and no way to get up was unfamiliar to her. It was strange.

She hated it.

Rhea didn’t know how long they laid there feeling their bodies pressing into each other, but she could feel her backside beginning to fall asleep by the time that he cleared his throat and prepared to speak. The sound of it rang out and buried itself deep in her ear like an opponent’s victory music. The noise itself seemingly a larger, heavier weight on her, on her ego and pride, than the man it came from.

She hated it.

She hated him.

It didn’t make any sense, and she could feel that frustration building with each passing second.

She lost.

How could she have lost?

How the fuck could she have lost?

“Close, but not quite. Guess that makes me the winner. Nice try though. You really almost had me.”

She could hear the words. She heard the chuckle before and smug self-satisfaction in his voice as he spoke. She could hear it all just fine, but the rage blocked her from understanding. It refused let her accept the reality that she had lost, and she let out a yell.

The yell was guttural and full of the hate she felt at that moment. The hate she felt for her situation. The hate she felt for the man who had managed to best her through what could only be called pure luck. The hate she felt for herself for even ending up her.

She should have beat him easily. She should have been able to escape. She should have been able to overpower him. She should have been smarter. He should have agreed. She should have just walked away. She should have been more convincing. She should have walked away and just fucking masturbated or used a different toy for the night.

An almost animalistic roar echoed across the gym as she pushed herself up. Toned arms freed from themselves, and stronger hands pushed against the ground as she finally managed to break free. She was done here. She had lost. She admitted it, but she refused to be some man’s bitch!

She was almost up. Next, she just had to make it to her feet and run. Her body fought against it, still dealing with the effects of her circulation being cut off for as long as it had, but that just meant she had to push more. Push harder.

Up to her knees, she knew she was free. She knew that she just needed to–

Smack!

–run.

A stinging pain ran throughout her right asscheek. Then, her left. Then, her right again.

“Don’t even fucking try it,” he growled out his words each punctuated by the violent crack of every spank, “You brought this on yourself, and I’m not going to let you go without your punishment.”

Minutes passed, and Rhea could feel the pain grow with every strike. The meat of her ass jiggled with every contact, and it almost began to feel numb from the soreness. She bit her tongue and refused to let any signs of pain out. Tears began to form at her eyes against her will. Pain and shame tore her mind apart, and she couldn’t hold them back from sliding down her cheeks even as she blinked and shut her eyes in a vain effort to make them stop.

With a growl, the man brought his right hand down one final time across her right asscheek. The yelp of pain seemed to stay his hand. Both of them of breathed heavily, taking in deep gulps of air as they tried to steady themselves. Tears flowed down Rhea’s cheeks. Her will to keep them back overcome by the stinging feeling.

“There. Now, you ready to fulfill your side of the deal?” The man’s voice sounded much more rough and aggressive than before.

Rhea just buried her face in the ground, trying to hide away from the world. The stinging pain seeming to throb and radiate heat. Her mind was unable to process what had happened, and she tried to ignore her reality, hoping to just wake up with none of this ever having happened.

That hope was torn to shreds with yet another smack. Her voice echoed throughout the room chasing the ringing of the spank. The pain she felt was made clear from her shrieking scream. Finally, she broke down crying as she fell to the ground.

“Well?” The man growled.

Rhea whined out a quiet, “Yes.” Her voice was weak enough from her trying to hide the pain in it that if the room were even the slightest bit louder, it would’ve been impossible to hear even to her own ears.

A smack hit her, and a rush of pain followed just behind. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes! Yes, please, just stop,” Rhea cried out no longer bothering to try hiding the break in her voice.

“Good. Now, get up! I wanna get a good look at my prize.”

A final light slap against her right asscheek brought both one final squeal and the end of his current assault. Finally, she felt his presence vanish as she heard the sound of his feet hitting the floor.

Mere moments had passed before she felt the forceful impact of something hitting her ribs.

“Up.”

Another kick.

“Get up, now.”

“Okay. Okay, please. Just… stop, please.” The words crawled their way out of her mouth painfully, fast and then slow. She just wanted to get this over with and bring this humiliation to an end.

Most of the floor had begun to heat up during the assault. The fact her hands landed on the seemingly last cold areas around her only served as the final insult to her sore, red injury.

Her normally strong arms felt weak as she pushed up, and her legs weren’t in much better shape. Physical conditioning means nothing when shame and emotional pain turn your limbs to jelly and your mind retreats into itself to hide away.

Like a newborn deer, Rhea struggled to find her footing. The jumpsuit that so perfectly showed off her curves now rubbed against her bruised ass, and she was all too aware of the lustful eyes on her, keeping track of her every movement. The same eyes she had caught looking over at her with the occasional glance no longer moved away, instead staying focused on her body.

Her body, which had become little more than a prize to the man those eyes belonged to.

Without even turning her head to look at him, she could feel him eye fucking her. It wasn’t a foreign feeling to her, but the context most definitely was. Every other time, she was in a position of power, of authority, and she knew she was in control.

She was used to being the one decided how much was seen and how it was seen. But here, she was at the mercy of another, and that feeling shook her more than anything else ever had before.

“Fuck, you got one hell of a body, and that ass felt amazing. Pressed against my cock and against my hand.” Rhea shivered at the words. They were nothing new, but they felt corrupted and wrong to her ears.

She fully turned to face him and found an animal standing in the somewhat passive man’s shoes. Hungry eyes trailed from her breasts down to her hips and thighs before trailing back up and landing on her face. She felt her body take a step back against her will.

Some part of her still wanted to try to reclaim lost ground. “Well, you got me. What are you going to do?”

She just couldn’t get that shakiness to go away. She tried to steady her legs, and it went to her voice.

And her false confidence didn’t seem to accomplish much of anything. No words came from the man’s mouth as he began to walk around her. His face fought itself, contorting between a cold, neutral expression and one of lustful wrath. Turning her eyes downward, she could see a bulge that lined his pants from crotch to mid-thigh.

That sight reminded her of the feeling of him pressed against her. It looked to be a fairly decent size, but she swore that it felt so much bigger against. She thought about when it found its way in between her cheeks. She thought about how it felt pressed against her. How it felt pressed against her holes as she stroked him off even through their clothes.

She heard him begin to laugh.

“W-what?”

A slap to her ass and the feeling of his hand gripping her through the cloth tore a shriek through her lips.

But she felt something else too.

“So, what are you thinking about that’s getting you so wet?” The jumpsuit tightened around her, and she could feel the wetness pressing against her skin as he fondled and played with her ass.

“I-I’m not-“

“Bullshit.” He reached another hand across her front and pressed his fingers against her pussy, pushing the soaked clothing against her, making her shiver. “You’re fucking soaked. So what’s got you like this?”

The man pulled her close, though not close enough to feel their bodies touching again. She hated that she felt disappointed at that second part.

“Was it the fact that you’re not in control anymore? That I fucking own you for the next however minutes or hours I want to use you?” He ran the hand on her front up ever so gently to her right breast, feeling its weight and taking in the feeling of it. “Or was it just you really, really liked being dominated? Fucking loved having your face shoved into the floor and your perfect ass spanked like the naughty girl you are?”

His chest met her back, and he leaned in to whisper into her ears, the heat of his breath reaching to her very soul, “Or maybe you just really, really liked the feeling,” he paused to finally bring her back and press the throbbing rod of meat against her before continuing, “of my hard cock nice and snug against your ass?”

Trembling legs were evidently all he needed. She felt her weight give in as he let go and laughed. Falling to the floor was never fun. It especially wasn’t fun when you’re too flustered to catch yourself properly.

Her mind was too far gone to fully process the next however long he let her lay on the floor. The laughter she did hear stabbed her ears with the cruelty it contained. He enjoyed having control over her. She knew that. She knew it perfectly.

After all, it’s the same feeling she’s gotten a number of times before.

As her mind began to process the events of the past perhaps hour or so, and she could finally comprehend the world around her again, she heard him speak again, “Although, I think the real answer may actually be all of the above.”

No. She knew that wasn’t true. It wasn’t. She hated this. She wanted to be in control. She hated this. She knew she did. She knew it wasn’t true.

“N-no.” The words came out so quietly even she wasn’t sure she actually said them.

“What was that?”

But she didn’t say anything. Her mouth felt too dry, and she chose to keep it closed instead.

She could hear him raise his foot again. The squeak of his shoe against the ground giving it away. But she didn’t feel an impact. Instead, she heard him lower his foot back to the ground and sigh.

“Whatever. I’m get bored of this, and I want to claim my prize already,” he took a few steps back and continued, “Get up and take off your clothes. Real slow. Give me a show, slut.”

She hated him. She hated this.

Shaky legs struggled to hold up her sore body on unsteady feet. Rhea hated this. Her hands struggled to stabilize themselves enough to grip the straps of her jumpsuit, and her arms felt weak as she raised them to pull the straps above her head and drop them on her shoulders. Rhea hated him.

She could hear him walking around her like a predator waiting to pounce, thinking and running through plans in its head, weighing the options mentally, perhaps instinctually, and making a decision. Then she saw him. And she flinched in a way she never did before. Not for anyone.

But she did that time, and she looked down. She hated everything about this. And she saw it. She saw the wet stain on the crotch of her jumpsuit. The sign of arousal that she hated she felt. No, had. She hated this. She didn’t want this.

She didn’t.

Laughter. Cruel laughter. It stabbed her in the heart. She knew why he was laughing, and she hated it. She hated that he was laughing at her. She hated it.

The straps on her shoulders continued to slide down ever so slowly, and soon, that wet cloth fell away from her towards the ground, revealing another, thinner piece.

That too fell soon after. Thumbs slid under the band and pulled it down, letting go after it reached her thighs, allowing the underwear to drop.

Wind bit her skin. The part that ran across her buttocks and crotch told her that she was bent over ever so slight, but before she could straighten back out, she felt a hand against her ass. The right cheek was squeezed and spread to the side, and she flinched hard enough that she would have escaped had his grip not been so tight. Her unconscious attempt to escape only caused her more pain.

His fingers dug into her skin, pliable fat molding to the pressure. Every movement pushing, pulling, twisting, squishing, playing her flesh like an instrument, drawing hisses of pain through gritted teeth.

Soon, the other cheek joined in the pain, being stretched to the left, and she felt his cock return to its rightfu— Er, its place in the middle. The throbbing, fleshy mass pushed against her with far less clothing between it and the tight ring. She could even feel the veins that run down it as he pushed close, dragging her yet closer.

And she hated it. Hated every small pulse against her. Hated the feeling of every indentation and bump pushing against her. Hated the shiver as he pulled her down while he pushed up, and the head pushed directly against the tight hole that had never had more than a finger in it. She hated it.

She hated it so much.

Low moans rang in her ears, and she could just barely make out words complimenting her ass, speaking about just how soft it was. Minutes passed as he continued to speak lust into her ears, using her ass to jerk himself off, slowly managing to peel her sports bra off.

She just wanted it to end.

His hands treated her breasts in much the same way he did her ass, though, she was thankful that it was at least less painful. That small mercy hardly made up for his continued thrusting against her that seemed to last for hours.

She felt a wetness across her cheek. She begged her mind to let her believe he had licked her there or spit on her instead. She hated this.

Once again, she met the ground roughly, thrown by the man that owned her.

“Fuck it. I need this now. I want to do so much more, but I can’t wait any longer.” The words rang in her ears, and a small part of her rejoiced at the fact that this experience might be meeting its end.

Another piece knew that it wouldn’t be that simple. It knew what was about to come and that he wouldn’t be satisfied that easily.

And a third piece, shamefully larger than the first but smaller than the second, felt something she couldn’t quite identify but knew she hated. Or maybe she just didn’t want to identify it.

With a smack, she felt the weight of his cock meet the mounds of fleshy backside that had been bruised, beaten, and abused for what had to be at least an hour. She pushed herself up as he lightly thrusted against her, trailing the length of his rod up and down her back, his hips meeting her rump, and his balls lightly tapping against her wet, hot pussy, undoubtedly wetting them slightly.

She grunted with every thrust, waiting for him to push inside. When he finally pulled back enough, she tensed up, trying to prevent any sounds from slipping out from her mouth.

That desire was quashed as she felt the tip of the head poking against the ring of her asshole. A gasp made it clear just how affected she was by his actions.

She felt him grip her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and letting just the very tip push shallowly against the hole. The feeling of the top of the head pushing slightly inside made her want to scream and grip onto something, but she neither wanted to give him the pleasure nor had anything to dig her fingers into besides the small cracks in the ground beneath her.

She hated it.

Her silence broke when he pulled back and quickly dug his way inside her wam, wet pussy. A long, airy moan seemed to echo around the room as he dug himself halfway in from just one thrust and only continued to push deeper. She clenched her jaw and futilely to stop moaning, but he only pushed deeper in, grabbing her by her ass and pulling her back.

She felt him pushing against her walls as he pushed deeper and deeper. Finally, he stopped, pressed against a wall inside her as she groaned in pain, pulling away only for him to slam himself back inside, forcing a short, strangled noise from her throat as she fell forward and let her face rest against the floor.

It hurt, and she hated it.

She hated it so much.

So why did she feel just a spark of pleasure with the pain?

No, she didn’t. She wouldn’t. She liked control.

She felt his cock pulling out slowly, all the to the tip, the sides pulling and scraping along the sides of her pussy that hugged it so tightly. The head came to rest just inside her hole before he rammed himself back in once again, pulling yet more noises that sounded so sickening submissive and corrosive to her ears.

Time and time again, he would pull out and push in, quicker each thrust. And she would moan like the bitches she would occasionally dabble in making her own.

It wasn’t fair, but she loved it and she hated it.

“Come on, no need to hide it. I know you’re loving this.” The man mocked her as continued to fuck her.

“F-f… ngh. Fuck you.” Her rebellion fell as quickly as it rose. A single spank to her right asscheek all it took to make her whimper.

She’d been defeated. She hated it.

And he was claiming her like a prize. She lo—hated it.

It was getting harder to think. The feeling of him burying himself deep within her, his cock molding her pussy to suit him. The sound of his hips clapping against her ass. It almost sounded like when she was in the ring, soaking in the applause of her adoring fans.

Fans who would never think to try that. Fans who would never think that moment possible. Fans who she couldn’t help but wonder what they would think of her if they saw what had happened. How she got beaten and turned into someone’s bitch.

She hated it.

She thought of the looks of disappointment, pity, and arousal. They wouldn’t respect her anymore.

She swore she hated it.

They’d never see her the same way again.

They’d always she as a used up, cockdrunk, weak little whore.

She—

Something ran through her body, shockwaves sending her into convulsions. She heard the man chuckle and say something, but she was too lost in the feeling to act process it. Fuck, her mind was going blank.

When she finally calmed down, she realized what had happened.

She just came.

She came all over the man’s cock. The cock that was still pumping inside of her. She came from the thought of being seen like that. The thought of being humiliated.

Why? She hated it. She… she did.

A spank, a grunt, and a thrust. Over and over again.

“Good slut. Cum on Daddy’s cock again. You know you wanna.” Did she?

No. No, no, no. But it felt so good. Her hips started moving at some point on their own, and she had no idea when or why.

No, she knew why.

Because he stopped.

He stopped. And she started to move.

He stopped, and she started to push back and pull off to push back again because she loved it.

No, her body did. She didn’t. She hated it.

But her body loved it.

“Fuck, you can work that fat ass so fucking good,” the man spoke as he let his right hand fall against her ass, the pain almost becoming pleasure, “But you better start begging, or I’ll pull out.”

Rhea stayed quiet. And she stayed quiet even as he began to pull out. And she only let out a low whine that she desperately tried to silence as she felt and heard his cock pop out of her pussy. And she moaned slightly louder as he began to rub his cock against her pussy after she embarrassed herself further by trying so desperately to push back onto it. And she felt the shame and embarrassment and even guilt building up as she cried and finally broke.

“Please…” she spoke so softly under her tears that she couldn’t recognize her own voice.

A spank to her right asscheek and a demand to speak up, speak louder.

“Please!”

Another.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me!”

He gripped her ass with both hands and held her in place with his head poking against her entrance.

“More!”

“Please ram your cock back inside and fuck me like a dirty little bitch! Do what no one else could and make me yours! Please, Daddy, just—“ she stopped and screamed in pleasure as she felt him thrust inside.

She didn’t know how much had passed like that, with her face down as the man railed her from behind like a whore, but she didn’t care. She just needed to feel him deep inside her even as the sparks of pain ignited pleasure in her body, and she continued to beg in half–mumbled, incoherent words for more despite her body giving in to the pleasure, leaving her stuck in place except for the primal thrusts of the man behind and, at some point, on top of her.

When she the telltale sign of him cumming inside of her, the feeling of his cock expanding and contracting, she could do little more than moan louder while her body shook and pushed through the waves of pleasure that pushed her to the brink of unconsciousness. She felt so tired from the incident up to that point, and the feeling of her orgasm didn’t help to keep her awake.

She only briefly wondered if that would be the end of it, if the man would only be able to go one round, especially when the earlier teasing was taken into account, before her mouth was forced open and her lips hooked by his fingers. He wrenched her back and spit into her mouth and slapped her across the right cheek, letting her face fall soon after.

He grabbed her left shoulder, and Rhea soon found herself looking up at the man above her. His face no longer concealed his lust. Rather, it showed it on full display, and the animalistic desire on his face would’ve made Rhra shrink back if she could move any more or if she was any less horny.

“I hope you’re not done yet,” he lifted her legs up and pushed them back until she was folded in on herself in the way she had to so many women before her, “because I plan to make use of you until my balls hurt.”

All Rhea could do was shake her head lightly and slowly and make an, uh uh, sound to let him know that she wasn’t done.

“Good girl,” he said while he positioned himself, “Now, which hole should I use?”

She knew he wasn’t asking her, and she looked up towards him. She could see his still-hard cock as he moved the tip back and forth between her ass and pussy.

Fuck. She needed that thing back inside her.

She needed him to keep fucking her.

The slight movements she tried, and may have failed, to make seemed to push him to reenter her. As he pushed back into her needy cunt, he said, “Well, there’ll be plenty of time to try out that fat ass. Won’t there, whore?”

Rhea’s mind fought between the hate of the humiliation of what she had been called and the love of it. But that was cut short when she felt him slap her across her left cheek yet again and ask her again, “Won’t there, whore?”

He was louder this time, and she nodded her head frantically and managed to get out a strangled yet loud, “Yes! Yes, Daddy! You’ll have Mami’s ass, yes.”

“Good girl.”

And with that, he began to fuck her as he if was trying to push her into the ground. The feeling of being in a position she had used to establish dominance only compounding every emotion and sense she was experiencing. She could feel herself cumming on the man’s cock even as he kept a steady pace, fucking her deeply and making sure she remembered him.

The last thing she felt for sure was his cock yet again throbbing and pulsating inside her as he told her to take every last drop and called her yet more words and terms she would’ve never let anyone else get away with. And she could remember herself thanking him and begging for more.

Beyond that, it was a blur that was too difficult to parse through except for the feelings of pleasure as he continued to use her body in different positions around the gym.

From holding her up by the hair as he slapped her cheeks with his cock and fucked her throat and tits, to making her bounce her ass on his lap while he sat on a bench. It all made her feel like nothing else had, and she needed more until she couldn’t go any longer.

The final round was one where she got only lay on her front and take the pounding the man gave her from behind. With a final grunt, he pulled out, his balls drained and his cock slick from cum and pussy juices, he rubbed the head of his cock against her still unused asshole before getting up and walking around to kneel down by her head.

He gripped her hair again and forced her to clean off his cock, pushing her down to the base and then pulling out and letting his quickly–softening cock against her face. Even as he began to shrink down, she could still feel its weight as she struggled to stay awake.

Finally, he moved past that and let her face drop back to the floor for what must’ve been the hundredth time that night, and he got up to put his clothes back on.

He left for a moment, and she assumed that he had decided to leave her there as some sort of punishment, but he came back dressed in much more casual clothing mere minutes later. He helped her get dressed as he commented on her performance, complimenting her for keeping up but also denigrating for being so tired.

“Never been fucked right before, huh?” And she was too tired to respond before he continued, “Well, I’ll leave you my number written on a slip of paper if you ever want to have some more fun. Though, don’t bother with this shit again. And be ready to beg.”

And just as he said, he handed her a slip of paper that a quick scan revealed to have a number on it before walking out of the room and the building.

For her part, she rested for another twenty minutes before getting up to walk back to her hotel room.

She was exhausted, and she knew she’d be sore in the morning, but she couldn’t help but feel like it was worth it.

Maybe it had even gone better than she could’ve hoped for.

She loved it.

Monday, September 16, 2024. About 3:00-3:30 P.M., give or take a few minutes.

[lust-for-celebs]

Only going to reblog this once because I mistakenly posted it way back when and had to private it while writing. Just unprivated it.

[lust-for-celebs]

That story of yours about Tina getting 4ssaulted was pretty cool. Can you write something about the same man assaulting all of the other girls that are living with her in the streamer house of that story too, please? Your writing is amazing dude!

Hey, thanks for the support. I definitely try. I don’t know if my writing is really all that great. There’s definitely quite a few writers or both smut and otherwise that are above me, but I like to think that I’ve improved rather quickly from my first story.

I love that idea, and I’m definitely going to do it. I just need to decide whether I want to add chapters to the original, maybe changing the title in the process, make it a separate story, a series of oneshots, or just one big oneshot or chapter depending on whether or not I add it on or makes it its own separate entity.

I’m going to be basing it, very loosely, off of the 100 Thieves group. I know very little about them unfortunately, but I’ll do a bit of research on them, and I welcome anyone to try selling me on any streamer to add to the list for this idea regardless of whether their in 100 Thieves, related to them, or their own separate thing.

From my current understanding, the ladies who are or were at one time a part of this group were TinaKitten, Valkyrae, BrookeAB, Kyedae, Fuslie, and Neekolol, who I had to do extra searching for confirmation she was ever a part of it ‘cause she only appeared on one of the two lists I found. Both of which seem a bit incomplete.

I’m almost done with the Rhea Ripley story, and I’m going to work on continuing another after, but I’ll write a bit of a teaser to this with the current concept I have for a continuation.

This time, featuring Valkyrae much more front and center.

Tina let out a breath that she hadn’t even realized she was holding.

Still nothing.

She turned off her phone and looked around. Birds chirped, wind blew gently against the grass and trees, creating an almost ethereal rustling of leaves. The breeze slid against her legs, and she felt lighter than the day before, and she knew she’d feel lighter the day after.

The click of the doorknob as she turned it satisfied her ears. The click of the door being shut and locked even more so.

Her mind traveled to just about a week or two before. Her mind was too messy at the time to keep track of the exact date. It may have been even more for all she knew.

But it was the day things started to fix themselves, so she’d never forget it even if she couldn’t remember the date.

The man had come back yet again for what felt like the hundredth time. Every time, he would get rougher and demand more and more. He had even taken videos of her supposedly consenting to it all when she was her weakest and most afraid of him, and he threatened to post them online if she ever tried to expose him.

Each time, he had pushed just a bit closer to finally driving himself inside of her vagina, and she knew that once he did, he was going to cum inside her. That night, she was certain he was going to do it. The thought scared her as it bounced around inside her skull, vibrating with every thud.

So, she refused. She told to leave and to never come back. She said she didn’t care if he posted the videos online. She just wanted him gone.

“You ready for another night of fun?” The man asked that like he was a friend of hers.

“No.” Just one word, and it sounded so fragile to her own ears. She knew that it was either that night or never. She had to find her resolve.

“No? Well, I suppose you never are,” he said with a chuckle, “but that’s exactly how I like you.”

Those words. Those words right there were what she needed.

“No.” More force this time. “No, I don’t want to, and I’m not going to.”

She looked up to see a look of shock across his face. Widened eyes and an open mouth. It almost made her want to laugh.

“You know what happens if you don’t behave yourself, bitch.”

“Post them. I don’t give a shit.”

“I’ll just…” He stopped in his tracks, turning away from her. “Fine.”

Tina was a little confused, but the look on his face as he turned back to look at her one final time, furrowed brow, downturned lips, and obviously grit teeth, washed that away. After that, she was joyful.

She had done it. She had stood up for herself and gotten him to leave her alone.

Even as she took that final step up the stairs, she could still feel herself smiling, proud of what she had done. The time she spent under his control would never leave her, and she hated that she didn’t find a way to make sure he was punished, but she had survived, and that was all that mattered to her.

She shook her head. That was over now. She needed to refocus on moving forward, better than ever.

First step, she needed to go talk Rae. They had something planned for sometime in the next week. Plus, she had been considering telling her about what had happened. She knew she heard something that night, and while she probably just thought she was masturbating or something, Rae did say she could come talk if she needed anything.

Rae was a good friend. She’d be willing to talk.

Arriving at Rae’s door, she began to knock only to hear a quiet, subdued moan. A blush found its way across Tina’s face.

Shit, she hoped Rae didn’t hear her knock. Oh, that felt embarrassing.

Tina made to sneak away, trying to not make any noise with her footsteps, when suddenly the door opened. Tina’s head instinctually turned back around.

Her eyes widened.

There was Rae, tied up, nipples clamped, suspended in air. Tina was certain there was more, but the room was dark, and her eyes were drawn away quickly to the only other occupant standing beside her friend.

It was the man.

No. No, no, no, no, no. No. No. No.

Without a will behind them, her feet moved forward, and she could see both of them more clearly.

The man was smiling. The wickedness and evil, the love of pain and cruelty shined from his upturned lips.

And Rae, she was looking at Tina, but her eyes didn’t call for help. They were full anger. Hatred. Vitriol.

Why was Rae looking at her like that?

“Welcome, Tina. Look at what I got all prepared for us already.” The man moved forward and reached behind her. Before Tina could fully process what was happening, she heard the click of the door being shut, followed by the click of the lock.

“Wha-wha-what are you talking about?” Tina whimpered out. This was supposed to be over.

“The plan, remember? It’s what I said I would do, and you didn’t push back on it.” No, she didn’t. She didn’t remember. What was he talking about?

She stole another glance at Rae. There was a clothespin clamped down on Rae’s clit, and she could see that the man hadn’t been gentle with her. Red marred her skin across her entire body mixed with purple from bruises. Around her neck, she could see a marking that told her she had been strangled for a significant period of time.

That sight brought back the pain of her own body. The feeling of her hair being pulled no matter how much she followed every order and command. The struggle to breathe as he squeezed his hands around her neck while fucking her from behind. Every slap, punch, kick, and spank came rushing back to her.

In that moment, it was like it never really ended at all.

Rae moaned around the ball gag stuffed in her mouth and strapped in around her head. Tina could tell it was angry. She must have believed whatever he told her. But why?

“Oh, come on, Tina. You agreed to this. Remember the first night we had our fun together?” No, she could barely remember that night. Maybe he said something while she was unconscious, or—No. He mentioned it. If she wasn’t quiet, he’d go after Valkyrae next.

But he never did before. Why now? Even when he had the perfect chance, he always stuck with just her.

And, like he always seemed to do, he read her mind and reminded her of that very night. It was one of the nights he had recorded, and he shoved his phone in her face, playing the video he took. One of them, at least.

She watched, from his perspective as his cock pumped in and out of her tight, small cunt and her little ass met his hips with every thrust.

She remembered that night. It had just been her and Rae in the house, and he wanted to fuck her just outside of Rae’s door. Tina pushed back just enough to make it the room right next to hers while watching Rae as she streamed.

He spoke in the video, “Hot little whore, ain’t she?”

She cringed both in the past and present at the word, but past her knew she had to play along.

“Yes, D-daddy.” A small stutter. She’d gotten uncomfortably good at suppressing those by that point.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. The camera’s angle was raised a bit to show off her face, twisted in a grimace.

“And you’d help me make her into a good little slut like you, right?”

She hesitated just a few moments before letting out a quiet, “Yes.”

It wasn’t enough. She should’ve refused. She knew, or at least thought she knew, he’d never do anything to her, but she should’ve refused anyway.

He moved his hand from her hair to under her chin and said, “Aw, that doesn’t sound too certain. How about I do all the work and you can come in and have some fun after?”

“Ooh, fuck, yes!” Tina’s voice raised, and she sounded almost excited.

No. She didn’t remember saying it like that. No. She didn’t. She swore she didn’t. It was almost a squeal. It sounded more like she was excited than anything.

Why? Why did it come out like that.

That’s why Rae looked at her with such hatred. That’s why the muffled moans that slipped past the ball gag sounded angry.

He’d convinced Rae that Tina was in on it. That Tina was a part of this.

Tina should’ve done more. Tina really should’ve done more.

[lust-for-celebs]

“Love what I’m seeing so far, along with the ideas! I think noncon with Billie Eilish would be fun, maybe with someone who’s been teasing her for a while. Her having her way with another female celeb would be nice, too ;)” — Anonymous.

Alright, like I said, I’m doing the second idea there. The mystery celeb is obviously tagged, but if you haven't looked yet somehow, you'll get to be surprised.

This’ll be short. I’m really getting inspired to finish the Rhea Ripley story I’ve been writing.

Friday, August 16, 2024 4:10 A.M.

Billie laid back, looking downwards lazily at blonde bitch between her legs.

“You really don’t know how to do this.”

Slow, cautious licks against her pussy weren’t exactly the most satisfying thing in the world, but then again, Billie wasn’t too sure what she expected.

The only thing really turning her on at that point was who was doing it. She chuckled to herself at the thought. Really, who she is was all the worthless slut had going for her.

“Alright Taylor, you clearly don’t know what you’re doing. Let me help you.”

Taylor Swift, the international superstar, billionaire, and goddess, queen, and mother to so many was on her knees, servicing Billie Eilish, however poorly, whether she liked it or not. Well, she didn’t, but that didn’t matter.

And the tall, blonde bimbo screamed as Billie grabbed her by the hair and shoved her mouth into her cunt. Truth be told, it was most pleasure Billie had gotten out of her the whole night.

“Should’ve just kept your mouth shut. But now you’ve gotta keep your mouth open.” Billie made sure to grind herself into her face. “Come on, so many boyfriends, you’d think you’d at least know how to move your tongue a bit.”

All of this just because Taylor had to make a snide remark. Billie couldn’t even remember what it was, but she remembered being annoyed. And when she saw Taylor all alone, how could she resist?

Wasn’t even hard to get her to listen. Poor little Tay-Tay just needed to be put into her place, and it all came together.

Now if only Taylor could actually get Billie to cum.

She tried desperately to grind against her mouth, gripping her hair more tightly. The pained moans from the arrogant bitch were the only things really getting her any closer.

“Ugh, get your tongue in there already. You think you’re all that, but you can’t even eat pussy right.” Billie decided to try something a little different. She pulled Taylor away from her and let her right hand smack against her cheek.

The scream from Taylor and the subsequent crying definitely brought something out of her. And the incoherent jumble of words falling out of Taylor’s mouth added to it.

“Yeah, fucking cry. It’s all you’re good for.” Billie finally found what she needed.

More insults about Taylor’s worth brought more tears and failed attempts to defend herself which brought Billie more pleasure. Finally, Billie could feel something building up in her, and she pushed Taylor back into her crotch.

She still couldn’t eat pussy worth a damn, big surprise there, but Billie didn’t need her to. She just needed her to sit still while she came and squirted all over her overdone face.

And so, under Billie’s grip, Taylor remained in place even as her sobs grew in volume and she tried to break from Billie’s grasp.

Spasming legs wrapped around Taylor’s head as she began to feel smothered and suffocated. The taste of the juices worked its way into her tastebuds, and she had to shut her eyes before they got hit. Once it was over, she could barely hold herself up and collapsed to the floor, not even having the strength to sob.

Billie laid there for a while, catching her breath and soaking in the moment. When she finally did get up to start getting dressed, she saw Taylor laying on the ground, makeup smeared and barely conscious. Poor bitch just couldn’t handle it and seemed to be bothered by the feeling of the liquids on her face, marking her. The same fluids that covered the chest of her dress.

Good. She wanted people to see Taylor like that. Let them all know that she’d been dominated.

Finally, having fixed her clothes, Billie gave a finally warning about what would happen if she didn’t learn her place, including a bit of hair pulling, choking, and even shoving a few fingers up Taylor’s snatch. Essentially, if Taylor doesn’t learn her place, she’d have some more fun with her and make Taylor see that she’s a little bit different than the guys she’s dated.

Taylor may like boys, but Billie would make her love her.

Saturday, August 17, 2024 4:43 P.M.

[lust-for-celebs]

Alright, I got a bit carried away and wrote in somewhat more detail than I had intended to, but I managed to reel myself back in soon after that last line of dialogue. I’m going to do the second idea soon enough in a much, much shorter version, hopefully.

I already have who I want the other female celebrity to be if anyone would like to take a guess. Maybe I’ll give something you want written priority over others or something. So long as it stays within the limits that I really need to define. Along with quite a few other things.

I just really wanted to get that bit out, plus, I don’t want to make people scroll past that one just to see the second part if that’s all they want.

I hope whoever reads the Billie story enjoys it.

[lust-for-celebs]

Love what I’m seeing so far, along with the ideas! I think noncon with Billie Eilish would be fun, maybe with someone who’s been teasing her for a while. Her having her way with another female celeb would be nice, too ;)

Hey, thanks. For both the praise and the ask. I’ve definitely got some more coming, and I’m very thankful for any support or suggestions.

Anyway, I’m a fan of both these suggestions, so I think I’m going to write them both. They’re both going to be on the shorter side, but I’d be willing to eventually extend either or both eventually if there’s any interest.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

The room went from the sound of jovial conversation to an annoyed grunt and the sound of skin on skin for what felt like the hundredth time in the past few hours.

“I already told you to stop.” Billie was growing increasingly impatient with the man who sat in front of her. Quite frankly, she wished she could cut this whole thing short and just walk out.

Of course, if she did that, this guy would probably raise a fuss, and the organizers that got all this set up would be upset with her even if they didn’t have to pay up. Just a quick little one-on-one meeting with a fan for charity, that’s all this was supposed to be.

She had expected someone a little different though, younger and probably a girl. Instead she got a man who seemed roughly her age. That wasn’t impossible by any means. Her fanbase contained quite a bit of men, but she knew most of them weren’t fans of quite the same thing.

And she was pretty much immediately proven right when the man walked in and made a big show of looking right at her breasts.

Saying, “I’m a big, big fan of you,” while raising a hand with each big, right in front of his chest, was about the level of subtlety she expected from pervs like him.

Although, he pretty much immediately also disproved her assumption when he began to talk about her career and music in such a depth that she doubted even most of her megafans would be able to.

And so, the talk continued in that ebb and flow of him doing something pervy before bringing it back in. She kept growing more uncomfortable with each repeat of the pattern. Especially once he started to touch her.

Especially once that touching moved from her arm, to her shoulder, to her boob. The first time he touched her chest, she instinctively hit him on the hand, and he pulled back. The look on his face almost got her to feel bad for him.

Almost.

The excuse that he was just trying to touch her heart killed that feeling instantly.

She moved away soon after that. Only for him to end up reaching over and doing it again. At this point, she’s really beginning to consider just leaving. She could always just work out a deal with the organizers and help pay for any expenses. Finneas would help out with anything too.

“Aw, come on, I’m just trying to feel close to you. They are your biggest appeal after all.” His cocky smile finally set her over the edge.

“That’s it. I’m done.” Billie bit back the scream she wanted to let out and instead opted for a more controlled statement. While doing so, she got up and began to make her way to the door.

The man reached out and grabbed her by her shirt sleeve as he began to speak, “Oh, don’t be like—“ the sound and feeling of his hand being slapped away interrupted him.

“Don’t touch me, pervert.” Billie pulled away from him and sped up. She had to get out.

“I can’t believe I put up with this.” Her hand was just over the door handle when she felt herself being grabbed.

“I said, don’t be like that.” The man’s voice, which had been mostly jovial and teasing throughout this entire thing, deepened and seemed almost annoyed.

Billie screamed. She screamed out for help and nothing in particular. Her arms flailed, and she tried to kick at his legs. “Let go of me! Get off!”

Her shirt was lifted up, she felt a cold touch against her stomach, trailing upwards. A shiver worked its way through her body, and the man finally reached her breasts. His left hand squeezed, and she squealed.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said while raising his right hand to cover her mouth, “All I wanted was to talk to you, maybe touch you a little bit. Now I’m going to do something even more fun.”

Her cries for help only grew louder, so he pushed forward suddenly, slamming her face first into the door. When that only caused a momentary halt, the hand covering her mouth lowered, and he began to tighten his grip around her throat.

Choked gasps mixed with incomprehensible words as Billie fought to scream, but the man kept his grip tight, strangling her of any air that she might have been able to push out of or pull in to her lungs. The hand on her breast moved back down to grip her shirt and began to pull it up.

As the shirt got her chin, the man said, “Don’t bother screaming. There’s no one out there. Not even any security or anything.”

Bullshit. She knew that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. His hand left her mouth just long enough for him to get the shirt over head, and he needed to take his hand off her throat to do it.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Please, somebody help! He’s trying to rape me! Help!”

Anything else that she might’ve been able to scream was cut short by his hand slamming into the side of her head. Her screaming quieted and lost the words to an incomprehensible sound of vocal noise.

The hand returned to her throat, and he slammed her into the door again. The metal doorknob slammed into her gut, and she finally lost her voice as the screaming stopped, and the grip on her neck loosened.

“I told you, bitch. There’s no one to scream for,” light slaps from his left hand peppered her face as he spoke, more intending humiliation that outright pain, “I like the sound of your voice, but I’d rather not get a headache before I can even titfuck you.”

With that, she could feel him pushing her to the ground. Her knees slammed hard against the ground as she continued to struggle against his grasp, and the feeling of her hair being pulled and her body being turned tore another scream of pain from her throat.

“Now that’s the kind of scream I want to hear.” Cruel words flowed from his lips followed by the sound of a chuckle.

Billie realized she wouldn’t get away. Not like this. She had to look for a way out. Just let the disgusting, perverted creep have his way for a while, and she’d find a way to break free and escape. If she could, even smash him over the head with something.

The struggling stopped, and Billie sat still on her knees, leaning over just a bit to hide her breasts, though, she knew that was a futile effort. Her tits were large. The perverts who watched her made sure she knew that if her body and mind hadn’t already, and she couldn’t exactly keep them unseen no matter how baggy her shirt, and she doubted her shoulders and head would fare much better.

Still, she didn’t want to make this any easier for the bastard. Even the smallest victories, she’d take full joy in.

That joy didn’t last long. It was torn to shreds by harsh smack across her face and the words of the man, “Are you listening, bitch? I said don’t hide your tits and take my cock out of my pants. Come on, I know you can do it.”

Instinctively, she moved back, flinching from the sting. At the same time, her chest pushed forward, pushing her breasts into the spotlight and only emphasizing their size. The words registered in her mind, and she realized that she might actually have… ugh, get this asshole off.

“Quit wasting my time, bitch.”

“Okay! I get it! And quit calling me a bit—“

Smack!

“Don’t you fucking talk back to me,” the man grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it, pulling and trying to hurt her while speaking like a man disciplining his kid, if not pet, “and I’ll speak to you however I fucking want.”

Her pained screams did little to block his words from her ears as he continued, “Now, behave yourself and take my fucking cock out, or I’ll make you wish you had.”

His softened, though, he kept his hand in her hair. The screaming that sounded almost musical in itself came to an end as Billie finally began to reach for the button on his pants. No belt today, he had forgotten to put one on.

Her face was still twisted in pain despite her attempts to appear defiant. Her pretty lips were especially pouty at that moment.

Fuck, he couldn’t way to feel them wrapped around his cock. First though, those tits needed some attention. That bra could barely contain them. They pushed against it, and even as big as it was, it looked like they were overflowing from the sides, top, and bottom.

Billie’s hands worked on the button, pulled down the zipper, and gripped the sides of his pants slowly. As slow as she could. Although, that only made the anticipation worse for her while he began to throb more and more. When she got to his boxers, she could already see it fighting to push through, and she inwardly groaned.

Damnit, she had hoped he be small, but he was actually pretty big. Always gotta be the assholes.

The rod of meat pushed at the waistband of the boxers as she pulled them down, and she underestimated just how far it would pop out. The feeling of heavy warmth hitting her face was indescribably humiliating, but she kept as straight of a face as she could.

She already had a good feeling that she knew what was coming next. Even if who knows how many men online hadn’t made it clear how much they loved her fat tits, the way he was leering at them since he arrived sure made it obvious.

So she reached back behind her to unhook her bra and let the girls loose, but he stopped her. Confusion hit her as she racked her brain for a moment. When she finally realized what he wanted, she nearly scoffed.

She didn’t though. As much as she hated to admit it, the last slap nearly brought her to the point of tears, and she wasn’t about to let this asshole see her cry.

Raising her up ever so slightly, she met him part of the way while he crouched down. When her tits still were quite above the head, he reached down and dragged her up, pulling a small yelp from her mouth. The smile on his face and chuckle from his mouth were all she needed to know that he specifically liked hearing her cry out from his actions.

She felt sick. This twisted creep just wanted to hurt her.

Ultimately, he returned to standing, unconcerned about the discomfort she felt at their current position. The large, dark pink tip poked against the entrance to the valley between her mounds of flesh.

Billie grimaced at the feeling of it pushing through into the soft blanket of skin and the sound of the man’s groaning. The pulsating cock traveled slowly, and her tits embraced it warmly. The feeling made the man’s legs buckle as he thrusted his hips upwards.

Billie continued to look down with a face twisted in anger and shame. The humiliation was great, and she hated the man that was using her body like an object. The worst part was that he didn’t even seem to hesitate. If anything, he enjoyed knowing that she hated it.

Another slap meant another bit of anger to bite back, and he told her to bring her arms forward and squeeze her “fat, whore, cow tits” together and to keep her eyes up, looking towards him. Doing it felt like another slap all on its own, but she did anyway. She didn’t have any other choice.

She was scared of just how far he would go.

Looking up, at her assaulter, and if didn’t do anything soon, to-be rapist’s face, she saw that malevolent grin of glee at having her on her knees, and suddenly it was all too much.

The feeling of his penis thrusting between her breast, the skin that covered it peeling back and coming forward with each pump. The sound of his hips against the bottom of her breasts and his moaning. The humiliation of ending up here just for trying to do the right thing.

She began to wonder why this was happening to her.

She began to think of how she should’ve gone about trying to get away.

She began to cry.

And the bastard only got more turned on by her tears.

Tears ran down her cheek onto her chest, and he commanded her to run her fingers across them and rub them against the head of his penis as it stuck out from the top of her tits. Then, he told her to drool, to stick her tongue out and let her saliva fall into the middle of her breasts to act as lube.

She did both things, her hatred only growing with each. And his lust only growing alongside it.

She hated this. She hated being so helpless. She hated the sticky feeling of spit and precum mixing together on her mostly–bare chest. She hated everything about—

Her face was hit by a sticky liquid. Shots of cum interrupted her thoughts, and the man above her groaned in relief as string after string landed on her face and chest. His hands moved to the sides of her breast, he thrusted forward like he was trying to impregnate her somehow through fucking her chest.

She could feel it everywhere. Her hair, her nose, her mouth. Some got into her eye, and she closed it to fight the burning sensation. More, she could feel running down her chin and dripping onto her chest, itself covered in globs of the thick cum.

Billie wasn’t sure what happened after. Not exactly at least. She remembered her bra being taken off, the sudden cold air brushing against her, and the tip of his cock being rubbed against each nipple. She remembered being ordered to rub his cum into her tits, and she remembered being slapped across both her face and her chest by both his hand and his still–hard cock.

She remembered the feeling of his cock down her throat, the feeling of yet more cum in her mouth, and that cum being smeared across her face.

Thankfully, she couldn’t remember the taste.

The final thing she felt before passing out into unconsciousness was his hands around her throat as he rammed into her from behind. Hers knees on the couch, her ass was being bruised by constant smacking of his hips.

When she finally woke up, she felt sorry for, sticky, gross, and disgusting. Dried cum stained her body and mixed with the dried tears on her face. Her holes all felt sore, and she hated that she could still feel him buried deep inside her.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see her butt was still bright red. Signs of not just hips, but hands and lashes on it. Her breasts were in the same condition. Her clothes were off to the side, intact, but smeared in cum and covered with the smell of raw, animalistic, primal sex.

There were no signs of the man. He was long gone. The only thing he left behind was a note telling her he recorded her begging for it after some time, and he would release it if she tried to raise any alarms. She had no way of knowing if that was just a bluff or not, so she instead chose to make sure the door was still locked.

When she saw it was, she lied down and cried, hoping that she wouldn’t ever see that man again.