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*TW: This series follows a woman who is physically, emotionally, and mentally tortured. No one she comes across has her best interests at heart. Please use discretion before reading.*
*Tags: [Buttplug][Drugging][NonCon][FF Oral][Forced FF oral][Facesitting][MF forced penetration][Creampie]*
**Bad Luck Cleo**
Chapter 3: Best Friend
The buttplug came in discreet packaging via mail with no additional delivery fee thanks to a subscription to Prime her mother had bought her. It was a simple, sleek metal. Small compared to the others Cleo had seen, but even after applying the lube, took her multiple tries to push inside her.
She had looked up tips online, and spent a few hours walking around with it inside her. After the initial screaming her body had done, it began to move with her as a pleasurable companion. If she wasn’t preparing her asshole for Dale’s massive, intrusive dick, she might have enjoyed it a bit more.
Her throat was still sore as she walked around with a piece of metal in her ass, but even that feeling was diminishing. Cleo found herself in near astonishment at her body and it’s ability to bounce back from purely physical demands.
She found herself wearing it to and from work, and by weeks end has purchased a lightly thicker one from a nearby shop. It produced that original sore feeling as she pushed it slowly into her, but it’s presence was almost welcoming as she made her way around the office.
Holly had texted her at some point during the week inviting her over for dinner. Cleo had graciously accepted. She wouldn’t let Dale’s looming existance affect her life. On Saturday, she almost begrudginly removed her new plug from it’s comforting home inside of her, and got dressed up in pajamas, her go-to for late night hangs with her best friend.
The first thing that struck Cleo as odd when she arrived was a steel gray toyota sitting in Holly’s driveway. It took her awhile to register it, but then she remembered that it belonged to John, Holly’s ex-boyfriend. Well, maybe not ex, if he was showing up here. Cleo and John never got along, and Cleo found it weird that Holly would invite them both around at the same time.
The next thing she noticed as weird was Holly herself when she answered the door. She was her normal, excited, positive self, but she wouldn’t look Cleo in the eyes. Cleo took it as awkward embarassment at John being there. Holly and he had broken up awhile back, and Holly must be embarassed that they were hooking up. John left in a hurry, and Holly sent Cleo into the living room to pick a movie on netflix while she got snacks and drinks together.
Cleo admired her friend from the living room, finding herself comparing the two of them. Where Cleo was petite with a small round butt and abs, Holly was curvier. She stood at 5’8″, with larger breasts whose nipples regularly poked through the fabric of her pajamas when they had these get togethers. She had wavy, jet black hair that she tended to keep in a messy bun compared to the red free flowing curls Cleo had.
Cleo picked some true crime documentary as Holly came back with two glasses, a bottle of swine, and various snacks. As they got settled in, cuddled on the couch, Holly reached over to the glasses she had poured and handed one to Cleo. It wasn’t until Cleo had finished the glass that she realized that the taste was off and Holly hadn’t poured herself any.
She was going to joke about the possibility of Holly’s birth control not working when her head started pounding. She sat up quickly, not quite hearing what Holly was saying, as the room began spinning around her. She went to stand up and her feet refused to find purchase. The last thing she remembered was feeling Holly’s hands helping lower her onto the couch and a door closing in the far off distance.
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The room still swam as Cleo squinted her eyes open. She went to rub them, but found that her wrists wouldn’t move as they were tied down with some sort of rope. She struggled against it, but quickly found herself giving up when she couldn’t raise her arm more than an inch.
She felt a disconnect from her legs still, but managed to open her eyes enough against the harsh flourescent lights to see that they were free below her, resting gently on a bed. She looked around, recognizing the familiar sight of Holly’s room, trying to adjust her eyes to the correct frequency.
The door opposite of Holly’s bed opened and her best friend strutted in. She was completely naked, her large breasts hanging yet perky, as her bright pink nipples pointed in a sense of excitement. Her wavy, black hair flowed loose around her neck and collarbone. Cleo’s eyes tracked down, seeing a sparse line of pubic hair between Holly’s thighs. Looking back at her friend, she saw the faintest hint of a smile.
“Well look who’s awake, naked, and ready to go.”
Cleo glanced down herself again, only now registering that she was indeed naked. Her pale skin melted against the white sheets as her head pounded. She felt the breeze of the AC hit her perked nipples, and a shudder went through her.
“I always wondered what you would taste like, Cleo. And now I’m going to find out.”
Holly knelt on the bed, pushing Cleo’s legs apart. Cleo tried to fight it, but still couldn’t feel her legs, any attempt causing a throbbing in her temples. What she could feel was Holly’s tongue slowly tracing a line up and down her opening. She lapped repeatedly, turning her head this way and that to adjust her angle. Cleo looked down at her friend, who met her gaze before shoving her tongue inside.
Cleo’s body was on fire as Holly entered her, her hips bucking in a pleasure she absolutely didn’t want. Holly ate furiously, holding down Cleo’s thighs and rubbing her clit with one thumb. She licked and sucked with an enthusiasm of someone wanting to learn. As she pressed her face against Cleo’s vagina, taking her clit in her mouth to suck as her tongue massaged quickly over it, Cleo came hard, unable to keep herself from screaming.
Holly laughed and raised her dripping mouth, “Well, look at that, I’m a natural. Now you need to pay me back.”
“What do you mean?” Cleo said, her body still shaking.
Holly smirked and Cleo followed her movements as she walked to the head of the bed. She kissed Cleo, forcing her to taste herself as she shoved her tongue in. She then knelt on the bed and hiked one leg over, straddling Cleo’s head and facing the door. Holly lowered her wet pussy onto Cleo’s mouth who tried to turn away but a sharp pain hit her own pussy. Holly had slapped it hard.
“Come om, Cleo. I did you, now you do me. It’s only fair. Be a friend.” **SLAP** “I can make it way worse for you.” **SLAP**
Cleo’s body jumped with every slap. Tears forming in her eyes, she began licking Holly’s pussy gently. The sweet moisture of her friend mixed with the wetness of her tongue as Holly began moaning softly, “Fuck, Cleo. Guess we’re both naturals. Just like that.”
Cleo kept licking as Holly leaned forward, grinding her hips with the flow of Cleo’s tongue, moaning louder. She pushed her hips down on Cleo, who could feel her pubic hair drag against her chin. Holly’s pussy began quivering, her legs shaking. She bit into Cleo’s thigh as she let uer orgasm move through her. She tilted her pussy away from Cleo’s mouth, panting against her leg.
“Now, let’s have some real fun,” her best friend said inbetween gasps.
Holly sat up, pushing her way back down onto Cleo’s mouth, who was forced to open it to get any sort of air. She licked without direction as her friend rode her mouth, seemingly not caring about it’s placement as Cleo felt more weight being added to the bed.
Her legs ajar, she felt someone else’s hand grab her leg and pull it up. Before she could protest against the weight of her friend on her face, a sharp pain carved it’s way through her pussy. She tensed up and screamed into her friend, muffled.
“God, babe. I figured she would be tight, but I figured you would have warmed her up a little.”
“She’s so tiny, I think that is her warmed up.”
John’s cock pressed it’s way through her tensing up until she could feel his balls touching her asshole. He slowly pulled out all but his head before quickly shoving his way back inside. Cleo’s body clenched in dispair, but every time she screamed in pain, Holly would fill her mouth with her swollen pussy, riding her face as John pumped away.
He must have stretched her enough to make a difference, because his pace quickened. He wasn’t the biggest she had had, but definitely the most intrusive. Even when trying to relax and give in, her body refused to follow suit, fighting against his every penetration.
Holly came against her face once again, this time unleashing a flood of wetness that coated the bottom of Cleo’s face and her neck. She panted again on top of her. John pulled out, and as Holly laid on top of her, Cleo listened to moaning and sucking while trying to catch her breath.
“Oh babe, she tastes so good on you. Put it back in.”
John pushed his way back into her as Holly began playing with her clit, rubbing it quickly. Cleo’s body tensed up, tears fully flowing down the sides of her head as the orgasms came, clenching around John’s cock.
“Holy fuck. I thought she was tight before.”
As her body betrayed her once again, Cleo let her mind drift elsewhere. She watched the ceiling as the bed rocked and slammed into the headboard. Her mind was elsewhere as she came over and over between John’s cock filling her to the best of it’s ability and her best friend rubbing her clit raw. Her eyes glazed over, she escaped into nothingness as John pulled out and came rope after rope of cum into Holly’s mouth. She focused on not existing as her best friend spit that cum into her own mouth.
They left Cleo there, staring at the ceiling, focused on absolutely nothing for who knows how long before coming back and repeating the process. She could feel her legs this time, but in a way couldn’t feel anything at all. She couldn’t feel her body betray her. Couldn’t feel her best friend using her. Couldn’t feel John filling her up and letting his cum drip down over her asshole.
She was nothing as they untied her and kicked her out, loosely dressing her in her pajamas before shoving her out into the night. She drove home, relying on muscle memory, finally finding herself in bed, falling asleep as John dried up on her leg.
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