Fucktoy Factory part III (warning, dark)

[Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a4oipg/fucktoy_factory_part_i_warning_gets_a_bit_dark/)

[Part II here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a5aoje/fucktoy_factory_part_ii_warning_dark/)

*10 MONTH AGO…*

*”Just sign it,” Hannah said, barely trying to keep the annoyed tone off her voice. She slid a fallen strap from her tight little cocktail dress back over her shoulder as innocently as she could. She’d drawn quite a few eyes in this place already and the cute new-money looking guy at the bar would probably walk over as soon as she was alone. She’d fuck him next, but first things first. Sascha kept turning the pages over, trying to stumble over a puzzle she was too stupid to solve even if she’d known it was there.*

*”Why would you help me? I know you hate my guts. Trying to scam me, of all people, out of money is low, even for you,” she eventually said.*

*”It’s not a trick you two-bit bimbo,” Hannah replied, “it’s just cash for service. You understand that at least, right? Think of this as the higher class version of a waitress gig.” A little softer and somehow more annoyed, she added, “And maybe I just can’t see you end up on the streets, no matter how much of a cunt you are. Sign.”*

*A momentary flash of guilt washed over Sascha before she narrowed her eyes at Hannah, visibly struggling mistrust this enough to turn it down. Desperation was a wonderful thing from all angles, it seemed. Soon, the bitch would be out of her life for a while, unable to do any more damage.*

*”I was sorry, you know, for what went down,” Sascha said with a satisfying hurt in her voice, “before you took all this way too far.” She signed. Finally. “Maybe there is some humanity left in you yet, Hannah. Thank you.”*

*With that, Sascha rolled the pen back over the table and walked out. Hannah caught it, then let her gaze wander back to the momentary object of her desire, over at the bar. He was staring at Sascha’s ass as she walked away! God, she couldn’t wait until that slut was gone.*

*

Hannah rubbed her hands up and down Sascha’s thighs, who diligently sucked her nipples, painfully moaning as Nathan plowed into Hannah inches from her face. The insides of her thighs were so sensitive, her legs tensing and stretching every time Hannah touched there. “Please can I cum,” Hannah moaned, resting her head on Sascha’s stomach, then biting it as Nathan fucked her harder. He brought her right to the edge and slowed down again, causing her to scream into Sascha’s skin between her teeth.

“I need my toy to feel what real relief is like, by pressing tightly against someone that’s worth having it. Do you think you’re desperate enough yet?”

“No,” Hannah admitted, “I just like begging for you, Master.”

He smacked her ass a few times and started picking up the pace again, his balls slapping against Hannah’s cunt from below.
“You feel so damn good,” He told her, “so much better than the pathetic little slut you use as a table.”

A stab of jealousy ran through her as she heard that. He used to degrade Hannah like that. Get so mean it made her gush. Hard, fast and deep thrusts kept her spine singing at long intervals.

“After I let her watch me fuck someone she always gets to eat my load.” He grunted as he spoke while ramming into Hannah. “She has to eat it out of that girl sometimes, but she gets it. It makes her happy. This time though, I’m thinking about feeding it to you. As a reward.”

Sascha stopped sucking, kicking and flailing against her restrains as she wept, shuddering. A series of pleases stuttered out of her quivering lips. Hannah ran her arms down Sascha’s legs and stretched them, letting the thought of sucking Nathan dry get her so close it was almost unbearable. To feel his cock pulse against the inside of her throat, warm cum coating it against bruising.

“Would you like that?” he asked, probably knowing it was a stupid question.

“A proper slut,” Hannah brought out between moans, smiling, “does not want. She pleases and obeys, Master.”

The sound of her getting ravaged easily drowned out Sascha’s continued pleading.

*

*13 MONTH AGO…*

*”I’m not going to beg you for forgiveness, Hannah,” Sascha said, too-cute curls swaying as she angrily shot a glance around the room.*

*The diner was almost empty, bar whatever lost souls yesterday’s night life washed up to wind down before returning to their bleak routines. They sat in a little booth to the side, cheap red leather-seats squeaking as Hannah shifted to lean forward.*

*”I don’t need your forgiveness, girl, I need you to stop.”*

*”You don’t just stop loving someone,” Sascha explained, like spelling something simple out to a child. Love. What a convenient excuse to do whatever the hell you wanted, consequences be damned. Hannah wouldn’t stand for it, not from this arrogant brat*.

*”Could have fooled me,” she replied drily. Then, before the other girl could retort, she added, “At least you could stop taking selfies with a dick in your mouth.”*

*She couldn’t help smile as she slid her phone across the table, featuring a picture of Sascha passionately taking a cock between her lips, winking into the camera like a proud idiot. Sascha’s hands shot for the phone in a heartbeat, slamming it upside-down and taking another worried glance across the room. She pushed the phone back, looking disgusted. Hannah hoped it was with herself, but that was probably too much to ask.*

*”One would think a woman of your status has a less pathetic choice in porn,” Sascha said after a long pause. The anger in her voice was gone. She rose to leave.*

*”Everyone you know would have this before you make it to the door. Sit.”*

*”I know too many of your secrets to be scared of you,” Sascha warned her, voice barely steady and probably hoping Hannah couldn’t see the tears behind her eyes. She left anyway, leaving Hannah to lean back in her cheap seat and press send. Not what she wanted, but it would do.*

*

Hannah blinked, trying to remember how they ended up on the floor. She was lying on top of Sascha, feeling her tits squeeze against her own, pelvis rested between Sascha’s angled legs, whose wrists were tied to her ankles. Hannah pressed her forehead into the girl’s shoulder, grabbing her hair with both hands, pulling. Sweat made their skins glide over each other smoothly, their hot bodies burning up in the center of the already warm room. The air didn’t smell like sex, it tasted of it. Nathan was leaning over them, squeezing Hannah’s legs together with his knees, holding her hips firmly, letting his thick cock sink in and out of her from behind. She blew hot breaths against Sascha’s neck, trying to control her breathing, but her longs were burning up. She tried to be good, tried so hard, but she needed to cum, missing a breath every time Nathan went deep. She circled her hips against his firm grip, making use of the movement he allowed. Sascha was staring at the ceiling, leaking silent tears, shaking from either arousal or humiliation. Her mouth still moved, but she didn’t make a sound, not even wincing when Hannah started screaming almost into her ear.

“Please. Please can I cum, master?” She tensed her shoulder muscles, trying to keep herself from tearing the poor girl’s hair out.

“Don’t cum,” he said, stopping just long enough to get the words out and then drilling deeply into her again.

Hannah was seconds away, her hips slithering between Sascha’s thighs, feeling Nathan’s palm travel across her skin. “Pleaaaaaaaaaase,” she screamed again.

Nathan started ramming into Hannah so hard that the smacks of it echoed through the room, then suddenly stopped when he was deep inside her, pressing her tightly against her slut-mattress. She skidded helplessly towards orgasm, screaming, begging, then bursting as soon as Nathan commanded her to cum, her cunt pulsing and swelling around it’s tight filling. He didn’t let her stop, dragging his cock out slowly, then thrusting it in deep again, holding it here, making her cum all over again. Hannah was helpless, barely holding on. She knew Nathan wouldn’t stop until well after she couldn’t take it any longer, begging and degrading herself while barely able to stop screaming long enough to form words. Until now, Nathan was the only person who ever saw her in this state. Hundreds of people saw her naked, but nobody else this bare. Did Sascha even count? Hannah kept forgetting she was there, cloudy mind fighting and slipping like trying to climb up and empty well.

She realized how frustrating it must be for Sascha, to be denied for month and now feeling another girl’s violent orgasms so intimately. The mixture of arousal, jealousy and disgust mixed in with the pleasure and pain from her pounding. She was as helpless as Sascha now. Reduced to a thing, a toy for strong hands, feedback to a cock, without so much as hand of rope. Even if she wanted to roll off the girl, even if Nathan’s commands didn’t make her body obey before her mind had time to react, she could no longer control a muscle. It felt right, like all states of mind were just a price you had to pay for this natural one. Hannah fully let herself go. She started kissing Sascha passionately, more passionately than she probably ever kissed anyone. Sascha palpably relaxed, despite the tears still rolling down her temples. The girl’s body started squirming softly again.

Nathan had other plans. He let go of her hips and started wrapping his hands around Sascha’s neck right below Hannah’s chin. Tension poured through Sascha like a wave. Her legs tried to shoot out, tearing at the rope around her wrists, legs quivering, heels drumming against the floor. Her body bend upwards with surprising power, lifting Hannah’s with it, eyes tearing open, still staring at whatever played in her mind at the ceiling. Hannah opened her mouth to apologize, flustered, but Nathan spoke instead.

“Keep kissing her,” he commanded, not quite angrily but intent.

As Hannah obediently started sucking the lips of Sascha’s desperately gasping mouth, the water behind her eyes finally broke. She bit the girl’s lip as Nathan started fucking her too hard and fast for her body to know how to deal with, tears dripping into Sascha’s mouth, mind floating out of reach.

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