Part 1: The Taking
It was a typical Tuesday night as Morgan sat at her desk partaking in her favorite past time when she got bored. She was perusing the darker side of reddit, where ideas of rape and forced rough sex are considered to be perfectly natural. She particularly enjoyed the pictures that girls posted of themselves and reading the nasty comments left by men about how they would treat them.
Nothing was really working for Morgan; the girls were pretty enough for the most part but all of the comments were generic rape threats and insults. None of the posts or comments stood out. While she used to get off to them, they just bored her now. She longed for something more. That’s when she came across it; a fictional story by a user named MasterJohn213. The story started off normal enough but quickly turned to violence and rape, going into graphic detail of how he would beat and rape this victim.
It didn’t take long before the story mentioned penetrating the girl’s pussy, so Morgan stripped down and pulled a vibrator out from a drawer. She sat back down and worked the vibrator into her dripping snatch matching the pace she imagined he would be fucking her. Faster and faster, the vibrator slid into and out of her eager cunt as she hoped to climax when he did in the story. Her moans were growing louder, and she was thankful to be alone. Her muscles twitched and spasmed as her depraved climax approached. Each thrust of the vibrator bringing her closer to an orgasm that begged for release as her body threatened to withhold it forever.
Morgan was panting and breathing heavy, her heart threatened to beat of her chest. Her pussy juices frothed from the hammering of the vibrator as she teased and tugged at her nipples. She gave her beautiful 34DD tits a playful slap in time with the story. Everything seemed to be in sync as her body trembled with passion. Finally, the man in the story came inside the poor girl’s pussy and her orgasm detonated like an atomic bomb. Morgan let out a loud growl that turned into a guttural scream as her body shook from the intensity of the orgasm. Each beat of her heart sent blood to her engorged clit which threatened another orgasm just from its sensitivity as a flood of juice rushed out of her pussy and soaked the chair.
When she finally recovered Morgan was exhausted. Every muscle ached as she looked at the screen and knew she would never forgive herself if she didn’t finish reading the story. Next was anal. She was always curious about it but had never done it before. So, she pulled out some lube and a butt plug. She set the vibrator on her already soaked chair and moved it to the side. After lubing up her fingers she slid them inside her puckering asshole. The warming sensation of the lube took over as the tingly sensation returned, this time originating from her plump ass. She worked in 2 fingers getting the lube as deep as possibly before applying a generous amount to the plug and pushing it inside.
There was a moment of pressure building up around her anus that almost became uncomfortable until the plug popped into Morgan’s shitter. She popped it out and back in a few times, each time giving her a chill of excitement and fresh wave of pleasure unlike what her pussy gave her.
Morgan looked at the vibrator on the chair and then back at the screen saying to herself, “I’m going to do it this time.”
She grabbed the vibrator off the chair and lubed it up placing the tip at the entrance to back door. Morgan took a deep breath and slowly applied pressure. Yet, before it even entered her, she dropped it to the floor and shook her head. She replaced the plug and dug her fingers into her dripping pussy. Morgan raked at her g-spot while massaging her clit and kneading her ample tit flesh. She could feel the familiar sensation of her approaching orgasm, but not nearly as good as before. Without having something fuck her ass in sync with the story it just wasn’t the same. Once again, she came, only this time it was a small orgasm when compared to the one she experienced moments before.
Morgan’s fingers slid out of her pussy that craved more as looked over at the mess she made. She also had that general feeling of disgust she usually has when she fantasizes about getting raped. So she grabbed a towel and through it over the chair hoping it would suck up some of her excitement and laid the dildo on top of it before heading into the bathroom to draw a bath. As the hot water filled the tub, she could feel the juice that still lingered between her thighs start to get sticky. Despite it having been several minutes since she stopped masturbating, her pussy still ached, and her clit still throbbed demanding another climax just as powerful as the first. While the water was filling the tub, she pulled the butt plug out and headed back to computer to leave a comment thanking the user for the story.
There was a slight clicking noise as Morgan set her thin gold wire glasses on the counter before lowering herself into the scolding water. She was laying there for longer than she realized before she heard a sound coming from the hallway. Her heart was beating fast and she was extremely worried but knew it must have just been her imagination. No one would be home until the next day and given the graphic nature of the story she just got off to her mind must have been playing games with her. Right?
The water level rose as she sunk down further into the tub. There it was again. The distinctive sound of footsteps into the hallway. Morgan sat up in the tub and was about to call out but thought better of it. Ideally, she would be able to sneak up and take the robber by surprise. So she got out of the as quietly as possible and wrapped a towel around herself, putting her glasses back on. There was no reason this would-be thief should get a look at her naked body.
Morgan stepped out into the hallway, ready for a fight, when she saw a man of average height with brown hair looking into her room and instinctively yelled, “hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The man turned to face Morgan and saw the look of terror on her face trying to hide behind a mask of confidence. The look he had seen before, and always turned him on. Had she been thinking straight, Morgan would have noticed the smirk on his face indicating that he was not worried in the slightest as she stomped up to him and swung her left hand towards his cheek. Before she even realized what was going on, the man moved his right leg back placing his right hand, balled in a fist, at his belt line while moving the left up to block the slap. While Morgan’s hand was recoiling from the force of the block the man stepped in with his right foot, bring the left hand back towards his belt while simultaneously pivoting his hips as he swung his right fist in an upward direction. The blow connected with her stomach causing her cough and gasp for breath as the wind had been knocked out of lungs.
“That’s not how a slave treats her master,” He said.
“What,” Morgan managed to choke out meaning to follow it with, ‘are you talking about’, but couldn’t fill her lungs enough to get it all out.
As a response the man gabbed her throat with a single hand and lifted Morgan off the ground. She drew in the rest of her failing strength and hit down at his elbow forcing him to drop her. As she turned to run, the man hooked the same arm around her neck and dragged her back as she kicked her feet trying to escape. It was no use, so she let out a scream that was immediately stifled by being choked harder. The world was turning black as the man removed his arm and forced her to bend over her desk. As a last-ditch attempt, she kicked back at the man’s shin, but the blow had no real power.
Yet, the man took it as it was, a sign of disobedience. So, he grabbed the back of Morgan’s head and slammed her face into the desk causing a spiderweb of cracks to appear across both lenses of her glasses. Morgan stopped trying to push herself off the desk for a moment and removed the glasses, knowing that another hit like that would send shards of glass into her unprotected eyes. While she did this the man pulled out his throbbing cock and applied the anal lube still sitting on the desk to it.
“You’re going to get what a stupid bitch like you deserves,” the man told her as he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her ass.
“No, please,” Morgan begged, “not there. I can’t take it in the ass.”
The man pulled her hair so her head came back as he leaned in, pressing his stiff prick at the entrance to her mostly unused anus as he whispered, “you will call me master you disgusting flesh sack. You will take my cock whenever, and wherever I please. It’s the only thing a filthy whore like you is good for.”
Morgan gritted her teeth and clenched her butt as hard as she could in what she knew would ultimately be a vain attempt at stopping the man from raping her ass. The man pressed harder and harder, the pressure building up around her restricted sphincter becoming painful as she held her breath trying to get even the slightest more power behind her struggle. In the end it was useless. She gasped for breath, releasing the muscles and the mans prick slammed into her shitter so hard that the desk knocked against the wall. Morgan let out a terrible scream, the pain unlike anything she had experienced before.
“why are you doing this to me,” Morgan whimpered.
There was a loud bang from Morgan’s head hitting the desk again as the man asked, “what do you call me bitch?”
Feeling lightheaded and dizzy from the blow, Morgan repeated, “master, why are you doing this to me?”
The man laughed as he replied, “You really are a stupid cunt aren’t you? I am MasterJohn213 and I give you thots what you really want. To be treated like the stupid whores you are. To make you realize deep down inside that you are nothing more then a cock sleeve with ovaries. When I’m done with your disgusting ass you will be a proper 3-hole slut with no other thought then how to get more cum on and in you.”
“Please master,” Morgan pleaded, “I don’t deserve this.”
“You deserve every second of it.”
Without further hesitation MasterJohn213 was hammering his cock in and out of Morgan’s ass. She screamed in pain with each thrust, and yet she knew the liquid running down her thigh wasn’t water from her bath. Her twat was screaming in delight and begging for more. After several minutes of being stuffed for the first time in a place she thought she would be, the pain began to give way to an unusual pleasure. Something she had never felt before. Without thinking she moved a hand down to her pussy and rubbed furiously. Her clit had become swollen enough that it had pushed up its sleeve and was partially exposed.
The last thing Morgan remembered was MasterJohn213 yelling, “Who said you could cum slut,” and the desk rapidly approaching her face.
When she awoke, Morgan’s ass burned worse than it did after she ate some stupidly spicy food. As she moved around to get comfortable, she could tell she was still naked. That’s when the reality of what happened hit her. She sobbed quietly to herself and curled up in a ball. It took several minutes before she realized she wasn’t laying on her bed and she opened her eyes. There was some light filtering in through a hole in a wall that would be just big enough for her to fit through.
There was a collar around her neck with a chain leading out of the hole and Morgan was laying on what appeared to be a large dog bed. Eventually she gathered enough courage to poke her head out of the hole and immediately withdrew into the furthest corner. She was indeed naked on a dog bed, in a dog house that had been scaled up to fit an adult woman, in the middle of a yard in broad daylight, and with the only source of food and water being in bowls outside.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lkduxo/morgan_becomes_a_slave_part_1_fm_fsolo_anal