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This story is obviously fiction. It is *very dark* fiction. Our lead character, Julia, is a VILLAIN PROTAGONIST. She's a sadist and a sociopath. Just because she is mostly the point of view character it does NOT mean she somehow represents the author. Depiction and approval are different things.
It might seem obvious but I've seen too many people idolizing Patrick Bateman after reading / watching American Psycho to leave what I feel should be clear unsaid.
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CW: Noncon, corruption, psychological and physical sadism, anal, betrayal.
For as long as she could remember, Julia knew there was something missing inside her. What that was, she couldn’t rightfully say. It didn’t even bother her that much most of the time- hell, if anything, it had helped her career immensely, showering her with promotion after promotion even at her relatively young age.
Julia had gained a reputation for being able to make the tough calls, for efficiently breaking the bad news. She was aware there was an undercurrent of judgement behind those corporate terms. The tough calls were invariably cutting this or that department, eliminating these redundant positions, downsizing that sector. The stated reasons changed: a merger, a refocusing of the company’s efforts, a streamlining of the workflow. The effects were always the same, as was the ultimate goal. The line had to go up. If it went up, that was acceptable. If it went up faster than the previous fiscal year, that was good. If it went up by a record amount, that was great. She knew, of course, that the line left scores of bodies in its wake, tossing workers into the ranks of the unemployed; but the line also gave her perks, privileges, fat bonuses. Almost no one in the boardroom felt guilty about it, despite what they may say in P.R. statements, so why should she feel bad?
Maybe it was just… evolution, Julia thought. Her missing part made her exquisitely suited for her environment, and so she thrived. Did a shark feel remorse for being able to hunt?
There was, however, a tradeoff, and this Julia did mind. That lack of… whatever it was she was supposed to have, came with a rather annoying side effect. As far as she could tell, Julia was significantly less interested in sex than her peers. Certainly less interested in the topic than her best friend Claudia, and Claudia was considered a prude by most people.
Sure, Julia masturbated every now and then. But she did it with the same spirit and intent that she applied to going to the gym, or trying new attractive looks, or lasering off her body hair. It was maintenance. Simply an annoying task to keep her body fit for purpose and her mind free of distractions. She wished she could reach orgasm quicker, efficiently. That would free up time for more valuable matters.
Relationships had been tricky, of course. Julia had learned quite quickly to mirror her partners and their particular sexual interests, and that had provided some temporary entertainment. She had been with men, women, non binary partners. She had been with cis partners and trans partners. She had performed the role of the loving, tender, nurturing figure and of the wild party girl; she had been the willing slut and the passive, almost virginal trad girl. She had taken part in threesomes and swap parties and… and it was all so exhausting. Inevitably she got bored. Inevitably her partners noticed the cracks in her facade. After that, everything always went downhill, sometimes in a quick and explosive way, sometimes in an extended agony.
What was, then, the point? Relationships were too much of a hassle for too small and temporary a reward.
Julia pushed such thoughts down as she opened her laptop, comfortable between her expensive sheets. She wasn’t exactly sure why she looked at porn when she felt she had to masturbate, except that she knew others masturbated to porn. It did nothing for her. She usually picked a video at random from the biggest porn site and got to work, but she might as well masturbate to a nature documentary. Seeing others having sex didn’t inflame any passion in her, and neither did the often ludicrous scenarios the films presented, when they bothered to present any narrative at all. Julia sighed. Better to get it over with.
Yeah, sure, schoolgirl needs better grades. Whatever. It would do, Julia figured. A part of her wondered about the school’s dress code, while another noticed the three token seats that were meant to evoke “a classroom” in the scene. Clearly the budget for the production had gone somewhere else, presumably the post-filming cleanup. Shit. This would not do. There was nothing remotely erotic about the whole thing… not that she was a good measure of what was erotic, anyway. She absentmindedly clicked on another video, lamenting the fact that her pussy was informing her in a rather annoying way that yes, it needed attention and no, Julia couldn’t just skip this particular rubbing session. She let her hand wander between her legs with something akin to resignation.
With porn in the background, Julia tried to relax. She closed her eyes, desperate to let herself be in the moment, to focus on the sensations of her body, to finally fucking cum and move on. Then something caught her attention. She looked at the screen.
Huh. A… japanese scene? Sure, why not. But there was something strange in the way the actress moaned, the expression of her face. Julia sat up. She could feel something new, something unknown stirring inside her body. She stared at the screen, enraptured. This scene had something different, something she couldn’t pinpoint at first, something that made her unconsciously rub herself faster and faster…
It dawned on her as she looked at the actress’ eyes. She was not enjoying a single second of it. She was not acting disgusted or humiliated. She was genuinely ashamed of herself, of her actions, of every choice in her life that had led her to the moment when the camera had been turned on. The tears in her eyes were not fake, the yelps of pain and discomfort were not an act. The whole story was there, written in her every expression for Julia to read. This woman’s dignity, forever gone. The moment she knew she would have no prospects for a normal life was right there, immortalized by a digital recording, to be replayed over and over for the enjoyment of people who couldn’t give less of a shit who this person was. The deep, intimate pain of her failure, exposed for the world to see. The utter humiliation of her body betraying her when a pang of pleasure made her twitch.
This woman had never desired to be a porn star. Need and desperation had led her down that path, and now she realized, too late, that the price she was paying was far too steep. This woman had a family, Julia imagined, who would never talk to her again. This woman would never hold a job that didn’t involve spreading her legs like a whore. Her scene partner didn’t give a fuck about her pleasure, her comfort, her well-being. He just used her body like it was a ragdoll, grabbing her and moving her from position to position while the light in her gradually dimmed to nothing.
Right there, on the screen, was a life being utterly ruined.
With a scream, Julia came like she had never cum before.
“I’m so sorry. I was looking forward to going down there! It’s just… you know, when it rains it pours and work is pummeling me right now. I’ll make it up to you, love… I promise.”
“It’s okay. I know how your bosses are. I’ll just have to miss you for a little bit more. I love you”, said Tim.
“I love you too”, lied Julia before hanging up.
She took a deep breath. It took effort to sound like a good girlfriend. She reminded herself that Tim, dear, poor Tim, was her best choice. She was even fond of him in some strange way, a bit like someone might care for a cherished pet. Having a boyfriend -on paper- was useful. It kept unwanted advances at bay and projected an image of someone that had it all figured out, had a solid life: that was crucial in business.
She went over her mental checklist of the reasons she should keep Tim around. First, he lived out of town. That was a big plus. She could mentally prepare to see him, brace herself for the work of playing a role she didn’t particularly enjoy, and there were no surprise “dropping by”, no expectation of spending quality time together every day, or even every week. Then there was the way Tim adored her. He felt he had struck gold with Julia, that for some reason he had landed someone absolutely out of his league- which wasn’t wrong, but wasn’t as extreme as he thought, either. His self-image was a distorted mess, which came in handy to Julia. He would endure and go along with anything she desired, and she knew exactly how to measure affection to provoke the desired effects. Just a vaguest hint that she might not be happy with him was enough to turn Tim into a desperate mess, eager to please her.
Julia had pondered, a bit as an academic exercise, why Tim felt so inferior. He wasn’t a handsome man, but he wasn’t bad-looking either; in fact, he had poured his insecurities into a very strict gym regimen, so his physique could probably land him a few girls, if he didn’t insist on constantly underestimating himself. He was self-employed, and wealthy enough to live in his own house by a lake seventy miles outside the city; that would be another plus should he choose to enter the dating game. And he was kind, which apparently was valuable to some people.
Julia had her own pet theory about where the trauma that characterized her beloved little ball of insecurities had originated. It seemed silly, but she had a feeling it was right, or at least in the right ballpark, and it came down to the simple fact that Tim was not, in fact, called Tim; Tim was not short for Timothy- hell, it wasn’t short for anything. His real name was Tiberius.
Now one could imagine a couple of history professors naming their kid that, and while it wouldn’t make the playground taunts go down any easier, it would have at least some sort of dignity. The fact was that Tim’s parents were most definitely not history buffs. They were Trekkies, and had named their only child in honor of their favorite fictional spaceship captain. Why they hadn’t gone with “James” was anyone’s guess. Julia didn’t really care about the adventures of some made up, stupid, space hero. But Tim did, on a deep level. It was as if his parents had engraved the label of “nerd” on his DNA, and no matter how successful he got, he could never shake the feeling that he was an outcast, a pariah, and he didn’t deserve the attention of any woman, let alone one like Julia.
Well, whatever it was, it worked for her. Tim hadn’t pushed back when she canceled her trip to see him. She knew he wouldn’t. She stretched and got ready for a weekend of exploration.
After her sudden discovery two nights before, Julia had gone on a ravenous search for more. She found that japanese porn tended to be more palatable to her, the girls in it often pretending to hate every act they were engaged in- but all too often, Julia could see that they were just acting. Sure, every now and then she would get to experience the last, dim, lights of dignity and self worth die in front of a camera, but she sadly found these were the exception, rather than the rule. It was then that she had broadened the search, like a bloodhound honed in on a particular scent.
She discovered a few delightful things. The first was a psychological phenomenon commonly known as sexualization of trauma. Julia didn’t give a fuck about the psychological underpinnings or emotional quandaries of the phenomenon, only the end result; that end result being a community of victims willing to not only recount their experiences for the pleasure of others but getting off on their own victimization as well. And, of course, there were legions of anonymous posters cheering them on. Now this was something she could enjoy.
She was aware that a lot of it, perhaps most of it, was pretend. After all, there was no way of knowing or verifying anything at all- for all she knew, the texts posted by these women were written by random men playing out their own fantasies; or the videos of women rubbing and begging to be raped again were performances by otherwise vanilla girls with a rape kink. She didn’t truly care as long as the simulacra felt real enough, as long as it scratched that itch inside her. For too long she had been looking for something that made her feel real, primal passion. Now the answer stared at her in the face, simple and undeniable: it was pain. Not the pain of whips and spankings. The pain that made her blood run hot was deep, scarring psychological pain. And now that she knew what she desired, she couldn’t get enough.
The event that would change her life came, as such things often do, by complete happenstance. Julia was enjoying her fourth hour of Saturday debauchery, looking deep into the eyes of some slut fucking herself with a hairbrush while begging to be used like a cumdump and discarded in some alley when a notification popped up on her phone. A simple text message from her friend Claudia.
Somehow, her mind fused everything together. Suddenly, the girl ravaging herself with a brush, tears in her eyes, was Claudia. Suddenly, the person begging to be made to feel less than human, was Claudia. Suddenly, the woman thanking random internet strangers calling her a worthless cunt, was Claudia. And Julia came with a scream.
The notion took root instantly. Still panting, the idea was undeniable, solid as steel, inevitable.
Claudia. Julia would watch Claudia be broken.
III - Such a Good Person, Such a Good Friend
While they didn’t truly understand, Julia’s sudden change in the way she approached certain aspects of her job was welcomed by the higher ups. Having someone other than HR take the time to do in-person meetings when a position was terminated sure looked better than sending an email, and Julia was able to explain, with a face of absolute sadness, the reasons why someone was fired. The way she had explained it had been so noble, too. “I make the choice, I have to at least be decent enough to look people in the eye while I let them know.”
Not that it mattered a whole lot in that environment, but a few people started gossiping that maybe Julia was not just ruthlessly efficient: she was, deep down, a good person.
Most employees -or rather, former employees- appreciated the gesture, even as the news wrecked them. That someone from the executive levels had deigned to come down, to talk to them and explain to them as people the situation made them feel seen as more than mere cogs in a machine. It made them feel like at least there was some humanity there, in the middle of all that pain.
And there was pain. Julia pretended to be saddened, to understand their concerns, to listen to their pleas. Meanwhile, she did her best not to let her arousal show, fighting against a pussy that got soaked watching someone’s entire life plan crumble, taking in the way the light reflected on their tearful eyes, the delightful melody of their voices breaking. Every distraught face she saved in her memory, etched in her mind for later enjoyment. There was something marvelous in knowing these losers thought they were being treated like proper people, when they were simply being made into porn.
Often, when there was a big round of layoffs, Julia couldn’t even make it home. She just locked her office and let her fingers play with savage intensity, reveling in what she had caused. Had she recommended more “streamlining” as of late? Certainly. And it was worth it, just for the sensations her body rewarded her with.
Ah yes, she was such a good person, watching dreams crack. Mid-masturbation she sent Claudia a text, reminding her of their upcoming night out. Her plan was in full swing.
“I’m not sure, Jules…”, said Claudia. Only she called Julia “Jules”, a privilege earned from their shared highschool years, long before. Claudia took another look in the mirror.
“Come on, girl! What’s the harm? You have a great body, so might as well show it off a bit! Maybe get a few free drinks and everything. I mean, how long has it been since…”
Julia didn’t have to finish that sentence. The answer was implicit, as was the rest of the question. Claudia had not gotten laid since her fiancee had dumped her, eighteen months before. She wasn’t ready to date yet, or even to have some casual fling… but Jules had a point, in a bit of a twisted way. Some male attention might be just what she needed to boost her confidence, maybe get her back in the game. Eventually. Still, the outfit Julia had suggested was a bit much, hugging her body tight, giving onlookers a rather generous view of her cleavage.
Then again, Julia herself was wearing a pretty revealing outfit. It was unlike her. Then the thought occurred to Claudia that Jules was dressed that way for her. To make her feel more at ease being a bit sexier. To help her reclaim some sort of power, rather than moping around her apartment. Jules was such a good friend…
That settled it. Fine, time to play the sexy minx for a night at the club.
The girls came back to the apartment wasted. To be more precise, Claudia was wasted. Julia had measured her drinking with clinical precision. They laughed and giggled as they collapsed on the couch.
“...and the blonde guy! He so had the hots for you!”
“Me? Claudia, the guy was drooling all over you! And don’t pretend you didn’t tease him like a little slut, you heartbreaker!”
Claudia couldn’t help but explode in joyful laughter. It was true. She had flirted with that guy. A lot. That guy and several other guys, and fuck it, it had felt great. She had even felt one man’s boner while they danced and damn it, knowing she could still get someone hard had been such a relief and a source of happiness. It was silly, but after the last year and a half…
Suddenly, Julia leapt out of the couch. She opened Claudia’s laptop and put on some old school dance music. Nostalgia filled the air. It was the soundtrack to their adolescence, their early adventures.
“Come here!”, shouted Julia. With great effort, Claudia peeled herself off the couch. There was a website open on the laptop.
“I say we use the wonders of the Internet to have some more fun! Just play along!”, said Julia before clicking something.
Soon a man’s poorly lit, grainy face was on the screen. Claudia, dizzy, tried to make sense of it.
“Dance with me”, said Julia. “Let’s put on a show for this rando!”
It felt naughty. It felt a bit wicked. But after a night of feeling sexier than ever, the idea of cockteasing people who could never touch her felt fun to Claudia. She tried to forget that the camera was there, to move the way her body wanted her to, the way the music demanded her to. Then, Claudia looked at the screen and shrieked. There was a cock there. The man was jerking off furiously. Claudia leapt out of frame, paused and broke out in giggles.
“What the fuck?”, she said between laughs.
“Well, I can’t say I blame the guy!” said Julia. “Two hot girls like us dancing? I take what he did as a compliment!”
“We are not, like… hot girls, Jules. At least I’m not.”
Julia went silent. With a serious look on her face, she took her friend’s hands.
“Claudia. Look at me. You. Are. A. Sexy. Woman.”
“Stop that. You are sexy, end of discussion. And that you can’t see it breaks my fucking heart. You had guys fawning over you left and right tonight, and now, without even trying, you got a guy so hot and bothered he had to jerk it on camera!”
“No, no guessing. It’s a fact. You are hot. And you like to tease men. And that’s okay! It’s fucking fun! You deserve to have some fucking fun!”
“I’m not, like, a cocktease…”
“Yes you are! Yes, you are. And that’s perfectly fine. It’s fun, it’s harmless and it makes you happy. So stop running away from it!”
“I… I don’t know”, mumbled Claudia, making her way back to the couch. Julia sat next to her, and together they stared at the ceiling.
“I guess… maybe it did feel kinda good”, confessed Claudia.
She let a moment pass. Let that admission sink in. Then she added, with a devious smile: “You know what would be fun?”
“Well, my boyfriend has a house by a lake, did I tell you that?”
“Well… lake, bikinis for a splash, you, me, him…”
“I’m… not following, Jules.”
“You like to tease, and he’s a little kitten of a guy. To be honest, to see his face all flustered if you flirt with him, and he knows he can’t do anything, and I’m there… God, that would be so funny!”
“Wait. Bitch, you want me to turn your boyfriend on?!”
“Yes! Come on… just as, like, a prank.”
The idea started swimming in Claudia’s head. It wouldn’t be wrong, if Jules was up for it… and having a guy wanting her for an entire weekend… the concept was at the very least intriguing.
Julia looked at her friend’s eyes. She had her.
For some reason, Julia closed her eyes, and the image of a snake coiling around its prey came to her mind.
“She looks great, doesn’t she? I mean, considering she’s been depressed for like, almost two years… I guess she managed to keep hitting the gym”
Julia was barely holding it together. Her mind raced with expectation, with fantasies, with the simple delight of watching her boyfriend squirm. Poor man. So simple. So good hearted. So ashamed.
The shopping trip had most certainly been worth it. Sure, Claudia had gotten cold feet, as Julia knew she would, but a little prodding, teasing, and a lot of love bombing her with how amazing she looked in micro bikinis and tight shorts had swayed the tide. In the end, Claudia had bought something that could be called a swimsuit in only the most generous use of the term, which covered just enough to avoid an indecent exposure charge. Paired with a top which left her midriff exposed and the shorts that let her toned legs in the open… well, the effect had been immediate.
How Tim had avoided staring! So cute. Adorable, in a pathetic sort of way. He had welcomed the girls into his home with a stammer that had bordered on incomprehensibility. Claudia had noticed it too, of course, and the women had shared a mischievous smile. When they declared that it was so hot and so sunny out, and that they should take a nice splash in the lake, Tim had tried to look for an excuse to, simply, not be there. He had come up with nothing, and the girls cast their clothes aside right there, in his living room. Suddenly Tim became incredibly invested in the little crumbs on his table. He looked at them as if they held the secret to the Universe, grasping at straws to avoid being swept in the torrent of desire that he could almost smell in the room. Of course, Julia had made sure there was no escape. With a simple “Honey, look how cute these are! We bought them yesterday”, she forced Tim to confront the simple fact that this girl, her beloved girlfriend’s best friend, was objectively, mathematically, and empirically hot as fuck.
He waited for them to return, steeling himself, stewed in guilt. He loved Julia, he reminded himself. Julia. The woman he didn’t deserve, who due to a fluke error in some celestial paperwork loved him back. How could he do this to her? Even when not acting on it, he felt the desire itself was a form of treason. And now, Julia prompted him to look at Claudia again, glistening and wet, fresh from their lake adventure.
“Are you listening to me?”, said Julia.
“I am! I am. Sorry”, said Tim. That tone of voice, that hint of displeasure was all he needed to know he had to be better. Do better. But what did “better” mean in this context? Looking at Claudia more? Managing to expunge his thoughts about her before Julia realized?
“Whatever. I’m taking a shower”, said Julia, making sure to pour a substantial dose of disappointment in her voice. Better to keep his man nice and servile.
Claudia struggled for a second, but only for a second. After all, Julia had come up with the plan, it was just harmless fun, and god damnit, it felt so fucking good to be desired again. As soon as her friend left the room, she sat next to poor, shrinking Tim. The man seemed to be trying to disappear into the couch. Claudia gave him her best smile.
“What’s up with her?”, asked Claudia.
“Nothing! She, huh, just wanted to, you know… shower. Get the lake water off her skin, I guess. I… yeah.”
It was just too cute. Claudia leaned over Tim to grab a beer, letting her breasts brush against his lap. Could she have gone around the table? Sure. But where was the fun in that?
“If you ask me, Jules has been a bit weird lately. Guess it’s because she hasn’t been able to come down here for a while, you know what I mean?”
“I… yeah. This place is really nice to relax, and, well, the lake and the trees and…”
“I meant, you know, she might be needing some fun.”
“Yeah, work has been rough with her, so resting up will be nice for her.”
“Tim. Look at me. I’m saying Jules needs to get some good cock.”
Tim’s face went from red to bright neon. To hear that word, spoken so casually by the woman next to him… he forced himself not to pay attention to the tension growing in his pants.
“Anyway”, continued Claudia, “I guess she’ll get some soon, right, Tim? I don’t mean to cockblock her by being here, so… you do what you gotta do, you know? I don’t mind. And if you two happen to be loud… well, that wouldn’t bother me one bit.”
“I… if we… we’ll keep it down.”
“Don’t! Come on, Tim. You know I haven’t gotten a good fuck for months! So at least listening in would be something… and I’m sure you can make Jules scream. You have that look in you. All proper and polite in public but a beast in the sack, right? Oh, I envy her…”
Tim was about to mumble something, anything, when he saw Julia walk back into the living room. Hallelujah! Saved by his own personal angel.
“Julia! How was the shower?”
“Quite nice, actually. Hey Claudia, let me show you my favorite spot in the yard!”
The women left. Tim breathed again.
Outside, the girls laughed.
“You really told him that?”, giggled Julia.
“Yeah! You should have seen his face!”
“We need to step it up a notch!”
“I… I don’t know, Jules. Feels a bit cruel, you know?”
“What, getting him all hot and bothered? I’ll make sure he gets some proper release for that. And after dinner, when it’s all dark and in a good mood, you can lay it on thick, you know? So I can see his reaction. Plus, don’t pretend you aren’t having fun.”
“Fine, I am having fun toying with him. A lot of fun, actually!”
“That’s my girl! And tonight we’ll have so much more fun!”
Claudia agreed with a smile.
She would regret that smile, come night time.
V - White Wine Under the Moon
The night was warm, and the wine abundant- none of these things helped Tim, who was trying desperately not to sweat too much. In fact, he was soaked. Claudia, downing glass after glass, had become anything but subtle. She laughed and winked at him as she put her hand on his knee. She hugged him tight, declaring him to be “adorable” after some mumbled comment uttered by the poor man. She whispered in his ear, letting her warm breath tickle him, sending shivers down his spine. Even Tim, who assumed by default that no woman was interested in him, ever, had to admit that Claudia’s interest was rather obvious. But that wasn’t the worst part.
He shot a glance at Julia. Surely she had noticed everything too. Tim tried to be polite, to remain calm, to go to his girlfriend; but every time he attempted to pull away from the drunk temptress, she found some excuse to keep him by her side. It was, he felt, like sitting down for a nice evening with a fully armed nuclear device. Julia would explode sooner or later. Oh, he could imagine it so clearly… the screaming, the tears, perhaps even the damning evidence of his traitorous erection being levied against him. He didn’t want to lose her, not ever- but especially not like this. He felt guilty, as if his body and mind had cheated on Julia, in front of Julia, despite his titanic effort to do absolutely nothing with Claudia. He wasn’t quite sure what crime he had committed in a past life to deserve this hell, but it must have been nothing less than murder. Maybe he had been Jack the Ripper?
He tried to distract his mind with such musings, to ignore the heat coming from Claudia’s legs, now comfortably set on his lap, to let her comments (“wine always makes me horny…”, “I’ll just be in my bikini, it’s so hot here!”) slide. Then, the dreaded moment came.
“Honey, can I talk to you for a sec?”, said Julia, her face a mask of absolute seriousness.
“Oh, Jules, but I’m so comfy!”, objected Claudia. Tim, for his part, leapt up, ready to accept his sentence. What defense could he possibly offer? Blame Claudia? No, Claudia had not put those fantasies in his head. And he had been the one unable to stop her, to set the proper boundaries. If a head had to roll, it would be his. But maybe, just maybe, he could salvage his relationship with Julia…
Without a word, they walked outside, leaving Claudia to pour herself yet another glass.
“I… look, I tried to… I don’t know, to be a good host, I guess. And your friend, she’s very… friendly? Look, I know you’re upset with me and you have every right to be, but…”
“But what? But what, Tim? Are you going to let the little slut just get away with it?”
“The… what? Julia, I don’t…”
“You fucking pussy. You pathetic little excuse for a man.”
“Why… what the hell are you talking about?”
“What I’m saying, Tiberius, is that you have a little piece of cockteasing meat right there in your living room and you’re letting her walk all over you! She has been toying with you since the moment she got here and you… what? You are just going to let her? You expect me to deal with your cock after she has been teasing it all day? What am I, your relief maid because you’re too much of a fucking coward to do what you know you have to do? What you know you want to do? Any real man would have bent that cunt over five hours ago! And you stammer and talk about being polite? You expect me to stay with a weak, feeble little manlet because he’s oh so polite? I am a woman. I want a man! That thing inside is a little slut that needs to be taught some fucking manners.”
“Julia, what the fuck? That’s your best friend!”
“Yes. And even I, her best friend, can see that she’s asking for it and I’m disgusted that you don’t have the balls to punish her!”
Julia took a step forward, whispering in Tim’s ear.
“Come on. I know you like her. She has been slutting it up all day. I don’t blame you for wanting to fuck the living shit out of her. The way she has been rubbing against you… showing off her skin… and you know why she does it? Because she thinks you’re a pussy. Because she thinks you’re a little pathetic nerd that won’t do anything about it. Because she thinks she can get away with using you for entertainment and then find a real man to fuck her. Well, is she right? Are you going to be a coward or are you going to go in and use the slut for the one thing sluts are meant to be used? Am I with a boy or a man?”
Claudia had to admit she was having a bit too much fun, but Julia hadn’t objected. Maybe she had crossed the line a bit, she couldn’t be sure; but even if she had, Claudia was sure Jules and herself could talk it out. She stretched on the sofa and watched the couple walk back in. Jules was smiling, so clearly everything was fine. Tim, on the other hand, seemed a bit… weird. Not shook, not exactly, but a tad… out of it. Maybe the wine had finally gone to his head? That certainly could make things more fun…
Suddenly, she was on the floor. Her mind caught up with the moment a second too late, the shock and the wine making her head feel as if underwater. Then, the conclusion: Tim pushed me down.
Her statement was cut short by a strong, authoritative slap in the face. She looked at her best friend, who had just sat down and watched the scene with enraptured attention.
“Jules, fuck! What are you…?”
Hands on her wrists, pinning her to the floor. The entire weight of Tim’s body on her back, paralyzing her. His cock rubbing between her asscheeks, like some animal in the middle of mating season.
“Well, play with fire and you’re going to get burned, you fucking whore.”, smiled Julia.
Teeth biting down on her shoulder. Tears pooling in her eyes.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it, you cunt. You’ve been acting like a complete slut lately, haven’t you? Then you get to be treated like a slut. It’s that simple. You did this to yourself, my wonderful friend.”
Julia’s words wormed their way in Claudia’s head. She knew they weren’t true. She knew she didn’t deserve… whatever it was that was going to happen. And still, somewhere deep inside her, a tiny voice echoed in her brain. It’s my fault. This is all my fault. I deserve this. I’ve been a slut and I deserve this.
Julia went on one knee and caressed her friend’s face. “Pay close attention, now. I want you to feel everything.”
A sound, strange, incongruous. Just a little snap. Scissors cutting her tiny bikini bottom. Had Julia been carrying scissors around all day?
Then, pain. Searing, mind-breaking pain. Claudia screamed as Tim, in his frenzy of revenge, shoved his cock inside her with no mercy, no concern for her feelings. It stretched her and made her feel invaded, under attack in the most intimate way. Tim felt as if he was finally doing what he should have done so long ago, to so many bitches who had treated him like dirt. Julia simply opened her legs, pulled her bottom aside and rubbed her pussy, inches away from her friend. Yes, this was it. This was what all had been leading up to. Every scream was a melody. Every futile attempt at struggling, a delicious treat. She took it all in, the way Tim mercilessly bounced on Claudia’s toned buttcheeks; the expressions on Claudia’s face, the pain, the shame, the little traitorous needles of pleasure. Yes, by teasing Tim, Claudia had set herself up, made herself horny and needy, and now it all came together in a beautiful agony of contradictions. Oh, how Claudia would hate herself, thought Julia.
Claudia screamed and begged in half-formed, desperate pleas, her mind twisting to the point of feeling it would tear itself apart.
My fault. I deserve this. The words tormented Claudia even more than her body. Horror grew inside her as her own pussy betrayed her, as her screams mixed with moans, as her breathing grew quick and ragged, and not from pain. It was as if her body was doing its best to confirm what she feared the most. I’ve been a slut. I am a slut. This is what I get.
Julia pulled out her phone, making sure to keep Tim’s face out of the frame. Insurance and a nice memento. Besides, she wanted to make a certain moment live forever, and she could tell it was close.
“Please… Julia… please make him stop… why…?”, mumbled Claudia between panting in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Julia got closer to Claudia, and licked a tear off her face.
“Why? Aside from the fact that you deserve it for being such a huge slut? Well… because I want it to happen. That’s simply it. Because it makes me fucking wet. No other reason. How does it feel, to know your pain is just my porn?”
Porn? The humiliation felt so deep, so personal. Claudia was just a spectacle. Her suffering, just entertainment. Her mind felt overwhelmed, repeating words like poison. I’m just porn. I’m a slut. I deserve this.
Then, it came. The surrender. The moment Claudia went limp, accepting her fate. Julia bit her lip. Yes, this was perfect. All fight gone. The light fading from her friend’s eyes. A wound opening deep in her soul. One that would never heal.
An orgasm caught Julia almost by surprise. It was heaven. She laughed and moaned and screamed, her hips bucking wildly, hitting Claudia in the face. She had never felt anything as strong as the orgasm wracking her body. Julia howled as, for the first time in her life, she experienced something she had only seen in videos and had never even considered a possibility. She squirted her brains out, soaking her friend’s tearful face with her juices. As the sensation subsided, she looked at the denigrated, humiliated face of her dear friend, stared deep into Claudia’s green eyes. Julia could read the struggle inside them.
“Come on, you fucking whore. You know you want to cum. You need to cum because you wanted this. You are going to cum because this is what you really are. Just a fuckhole, a slut, a worthless cocksocket. Stop fighting it.”
In the end, Claudia gave in. Maybe it was exhaustion, and maybe it was Julia’s words, and maybe it was just that she felt so helpless, so ashamed, so useless… but she simply stopped trying to fight it. She screamed, her orgasm an ultimate hymn of defeat. She collapsed, physically and mentally. Sluts cum. I’m a slut. I deserve this.
Julia giggled, every moment captured on her phone. But she wasn’t done.
“Tim, this slut is enjoying it way too much. I say her tight asshole needs some of your tender care.”
And so, the pain returned. Claudia had always been terrified of it, denying everyone who proposed to try anal, no matter how much they pleaded. It had always seemed to her to be degrading, humiliating. Now, she had no choice, no chance to say no. And the pain was worse than anything she had ever feared. She cried with each thrust, feeling as if she was being split in half. She wanted her mind to somehow fly away, to disassociate, to experience that sort of out of body phenomenon she had sometimes read about. Her mind didn’t give her that mercy. It was as if Julia’s words had anchored her in a way she couldn’t fight. Feel everything.
It hurt so bad. Claudia could only mutter the words through gritted teeth. “Stop… stop… stop…”
Claudia blinked away tears. Julia wasn’t there anymore. For some reason, the full extent of her betrayal hadn’t fully sunk in until the moment she felt fingers skillfully playing with her pussy. Julia. Her friend. Her support. Her found sister, linked not by blood but by love. Had she ever loved her? Had Julia ever cared for her? Did she even know the real Julia?
As the pain dulled a bit, horror took over. Julia’s fingers. Claudia could feel her own body responding to them, to the way they teased, the way they moved, their deliberate speed, the calculated way they applied pressure and relief… No. Not like this. Not with a cock in her ass. No. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She…
She had no chance. She felt something new, something hot flooding her. The sensation, along with the realization pushed her over the edge. He came in my ass. My ass. Used it like his cumdump.
Julia laughed as Claudia's dignity melted away in one overwhelming orgasm..
If you were to come across them, say, at a mall, you’d probably think a few things. Maybe you’d be struck by their beauty, both women irrefutably fair. Maybe you’d envy them their shared laughter, the complicity born from years of close friendship. Maybe you’d notice them going into a lingerie store, and your mind would imagine them in provocative garments before a night of passion.
You would never know the truth. You’d never guess one of them had been broken by the other. You’d never divine the humiliation of being forced to pretend they were still just the best of friends. You’d never fathom how, night after night, one of them became less and less of a person. You’d never suspect the gigabytes of videos stored in one of their phones.
And you’d never assume the real reason these two beauties were at the mall was to scout the next victim. You’d see them walk up to the cute salesgirl, all smiles and banter, and think nothing of it- besides, maybe, such good friends.
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