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Be Well, Dearest Perverts and/or Readers

My first sex-forward submission. I keep thinking the sex is the easy part, it’s the story and exposition that’s difficult. I need practice writing fast, hard hitters. Here we are.

Breathplay, rape/cnc, light bondage, impact, humiliation, degradation.

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She took the bus.

Manolo stilettos, a Louis clutch, scintillating azure and gold Oscar de la Renta cocktail dress, Chanel perfume, and a three thousand dollar semi-sheer midnight galaxy Dior evening wrap. A counterpoint to the scent of old sweat, cheap food, and stale cigarette smoke clung to her exposed skin. A far cry from sterile high society parties and stretch limos.

She walked five blocks, the furthest she’d had to walk since she inherited.

Up the weathered concrete steps. Squeezed by the mass of hulking figures huddled around a joint on the front stoop. Through the warped wooden front door. Past a pair of grad students trying to score some Adderall. Upstairs, to the bedroom wreathed in smoke and shadow.

He’d be there. They’d be there.

Her heart pounded. Her pussy gushed.

He’d give it to her if she was a good slut.

On her knees.

Expensive clothing thrown carelessly to the side.

Scalding tears of frustration and humiliation stream down her face. She lowers her head and slowly crawls, dragging her shins across the scratchy shag carpet. Through the flecks of decrepit sheetrock and ash dotting the floor. Amid the jeers and hooting shouts of his gang. Splashes of beer and other, less savory liquids rain down alongside promises and threats.

Bitch you haven’t even started crying yet.

Look at this desperate cunt.

Don’t worry baby we’ll take it easy on you.

She knelt before the titanic figure the way she had been taught; in the dim light he was barely more than a pair of glittering eyes, a bass rumble, fear, exhilaration, and a fat, pussy stretching cock. The answer. The key.

His thumb was on her bottom lip, warm and rough. Through, grasping her chin, prying her mouth open. The paper hits her tongue. The chemicals hit her blood.

She forgets why she’s there; something about this place, these people, was wrong. She shouldn’t feel so relaxed as she begins to sink bonelessly to the floor.

Her body is riding a rising crescendo of euphoric sensation. Her skin vibrates with the bass beat. She feels the ravening hunger of the men around her as they strip out of their clothing. The number of guns and knives should be concerning.

Her eyes never leave their cocks. Thick, bruising, intimidating, hateful cocks.

She became aware of her fingers sliding out of her pussy; the drugs hit hard and immediately. Her pupils dilated, nearly obscuring the brilliant green of her eyes. Incandescent copper hair fell in several artful waves over pale, slender shoulders. The best face, tits, and ass money could buy enhanced her already stunning natural beauty and grace. She was everything she had been bred to be.

And a little more.

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The sudden appearance of hands in her hair and around her throat didn’t startle her this time.

She was jerked to her feet like a ragdoll, then thrown down onto an old blanket covered in stains. Dozens escort bayan of indistinct shapes milled about in the stifling heat generated by too many bodies. Her eyes never leave him.

The figure, the hands, and the cock all shared the same qualities; big, hard, and cruel.

It was magnificent. She leaned towards it unconsciously, a thin whine of anticipation slipping from her throat. Heightened to a moan of pure pleasure as the warm, smooth head pressed against her lips and cheek. Her head lay against his thigh while the punchy bassline competed with his voice; it all felt like nerve tingling ecstasy to her. The scent of his cock was sweat and pheromones and sex. Pussy? Maybe.

A different hand fisted her hair, this time from behind. Lifted it up leaving her loosely balanced on her knees, arms hanging limply against her dealer’s legs, head lolling from side to side. The crowd closed in tighter, blocking out more light. Making it hard to think. Hard to breathe.

She smiled dumbly when the first cock battered through her pussy, forcing her halfway down the veiny horse cock now lodged in her throat. Within two strokes the stranger behind her was all the way in, his angry shaft glistening with her juices. He began to stroke deeply from tip to base, setting a strong and consistent rhythm. His thighs were slapping hard into her round, perfect ass. Her pussy tightened like a fist as another wave of orgasms washed over her.

Expelling either from her body was impossible as she was hammered back and forth. The hand on her head keeps her face locked onto the shaft obstructing her airway. Explosion after explosion of light, color, and sensation wash over her internally and externally; several moments passed before she realized several cameras were recording and taking pictures. Her face flushed and twisted around the cock stretching her mouth open, eyes wide.

Smile, bitch.

Orgasm after orgasm electrify her nerves, desperately attempting to keep her conscious. Figures surround her in the darkness, cocks in their hands, waiting for a chance to abuse her holes. Are there more now? Maybe word got out.

Buy a gram of Murder 8 and you get a turn with the junkie.

A belt slipped over her head, nestling below the angle of her jaw and above the larynx, applying pressure up and backward. The hand on the back of her head pressed forward with renewed determination. She strained and sputtered while the nameless man looming over her tightened her ligature around his fist. The darkness rushed up to claim her.

Can’t breathe. Can’t think.

The combination of pleasure, pain, and the restriction of both blood and breath sent her spinning into darkness.

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She was riding the carousel at the county fair. Mom and dad were still in love. Her body’s limp, swaying motion accelerated as the horse rose and fell. Broke free and dashed away at a trot. Then a canter. A gallop.

Mom and dad are gone.

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CRACK

She inhaled like breaking the surface after a deep dive. Panicked, frantic breaths hissed between her teeth. Another brutal slap snapped her head to the side, leaving her right cheek tingly and swollen.

She had no idea how long she’d been under. The faceless, screaming men around bursa eskort bayan her had transformed in to a mob of violent, abusive impulses. The drugs are already wearing off.

He moved away while she was unconscious, sitting in an armchair in the back corner of the room while one of the skanks throats his cock. His head is thrown back, fingers twisted through her hair as he uses her face like a fleshlight. Eyes glitter, making contact with hers.

There is no warmth in his smile.

Dark, glittering orbs bore into her soul. The veins and ropes of muscle in his forearms bulge, crushing the nameless slut’s face into his pelvis. Her arms hang loosely from the shoulders, balanced leaning forward, held up only by the rigid shaft paralyzing her throat. Glazed eyes rolled wildly in the dimness as the stranger violently pumped his cock into the back of her throat with short, savage strokes. Another girl knelt below, sucking his balls and licking and jacking the exposed shaft whenever it left her friend’s throat.

The accomplice’s eyes were bright with fear; she knew she’d be next if she didn’t perform her duties as rape-collaborator adequately.

In this world, junkies were only good for one thing.

Bestial, savage incarnations pressed closely around her. She’d awoken face down with a cock drilled deep into every hole. Sweat and cum combined into spreading stains and running streams down her body. Bruises and welts spread across her sheltered, delicate skin; splotches of midnight blue, magenta, and auberge evidenced the brutality of her attackers.

Men surrounded her from all sides, screaming, slapping, and hurling abuse. Stuffing their fingers into any hole immediately when it became vacated. Mauling her tits, slapping her, pulling her hair. Excoriating her til the tears running down her face were from regret and the cocks forcing their way into her throat. Several times she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, to be revived by a fresh round of abuse.

Let me cum on this dumb bitch.

The voice barely registered as the cock in her mouth withdrew. A stream of viscous saliva and precum gushed from her throat, trickling across her lips and the head of the cock just inside the seal of her full, bruised lips. His fist smashed into her lips and nose as it flew up and down his shaft. The hand controlling her head raised her face limply. Her eyes were glazed and distant, lost somewhere deep inside herself. Barely registered the slaps, the spitting, the degradation as the shaft in front of her pulsed and spasmed, jumping as it blasted rope after rope of cum across her eyes, cheek, and nose.

Man after brutal, savage man take their turn filling her holes. Several refused anything but her asshole, leering and bragging when they fucked her repeatedly from ass to mouth. Degrading her. Turning this rich cunt into another piece of hood trash. Fucking her like animals. Like she’s not even human. Beating, crushing, and terrorizing her until she lays, paralyzed, ass in the air, cumming nonstop while they take what they want from her. Hot tears stream down her face as the withdrawal starts to kick in, shame and regret and disgust. The sex made it last longer; the nihilism even more.

A foot connects solidly escort bursa with her ribcage, blasting the air from her lungs and sending her sprawling onto her back.

He’s back.

The monstrous cruelty of his cock terrified her now; it hung heavy, hard, wrapped in angry veins. She could see the flaking remnants of her own saliva, further than that stupid bitch who got to finish him off. She felt a fleeting feeling of pride knowing she had served him better. Fuck. More tears. Pathetic.

The others are loud. The others are a violent, savage, braying mob of hyenas surrounding the kill. Yet somehow the violence he exuded was like an orchestra to an elementary school band; practiced, familiar, perfected compared to the sophomoric attempts of the younger members.

His huge hands filled up the space behind her knees, drawing her toward him on her back along the blanket. The cold, congealed mess of cum and saliva coating her skin and parts of the blanket sent a shiver through followed by a resultant dusting of goosebumps. His hands felt molten, sinking into her skin, lifting her by her hips. Nudging the head against her swollen, battered pussy lips. The breath hissed from her lungs as he pulled her fully onto him, spreading her open. Forcing himself deep, deeper than anyone ever had.

He found the place inside her. He opened the door. With his cock. With the drug. Everything her boring, safe, meaningless life was lacking.

The rest of the gang started gathering clothing and filtering out in ones and twos. Throughout the process the stranger never wavered. He crouched over her, knees cocked and pressed to her chest. Hands on the back of her thighs, crushing her to the floor. Fixing her, her pussy, and her sensitive inner anatomy in the same spot.

She felt tiny. Helpless. Her pussy creamed.

He began when she finally let go; her eyes were vacant, lost. Sensory overload, withdrawal, amygdalar reactions, function shifting. Just like the first time. Cumming nearly nonstop, lost in her own inner world of bliss while her body was ravaged and pounded.

Long strokes. Pounding, piledriving impacts. Her pussy was so wet there was hardly any friction in or out, just the brutal slapping as her exposed pussy was jackhammered remorselessly. Not fucking. Mating. Breeding. Beating her into submission so she couldn’t run away. Owning her pussy. Ruining her.

His hands closed around her throat too roughly, pressing the hardened ridges of the larynx against the epiglottis, but she lacked the breath to choke. The air felt thin and she was floating. Empty. Free.

A spasm in his fingers was all the warning she received before they clamped down, forcing pressure and darkness into her head. Muscles rippled and bulged along his shoulders and quads as he leaned forward, grinding every millimeter of thickness and length into her. A rough, guttural growl rumbled through her bones. Jet after jet of hot, potent cum deluged her ravaged, desperately spasming pussy.

Her eyes began to lose focus, drifting to a warm, safe place where there was no fear or pain.

This is the last time. If you come back again, you’re not going to make it out.

His fingers relaxed. Unceremoniously yanked his swollen, glistening cock out of her. A few more yellowing paper tabs floated through the air like ash, and he was gone.

She lay on the floor, filthy, exhausted, covered in bruises and cum. Fingers idly collected the pleasure for which she traded so much.

Sure.

That’s what you said last time.

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