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After the introduction of the freeuse laws, Rachel is worried by the disappearance of her best friend and the city’s best lawyer, Amanda. Perhaps a little too hastily, the girl begins to search for her but is shocked to wake up stripped of her clothes, and dignity. Her bare body is shackled tightly to a chair and a bleach blond bimbo with enormous tits and a face full of plastic mewls in front of her. Amanda? No, Amand a doesn’t exist anymore, only a perfectly compliant, obediant slut, and everyone in the freeuse city knows that good girls make more good girls ;)
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“You can’t do this to me! You bastards!”, rachel yelled, her eyes ablaze. The shock seemed to sink it’s way down into her body, wracking the girl with a million tremors.
Quivering, she dared once more to glance at the kneeling stranger.
“Amanda?!”, Rachel tried one last time but the blond bimbo didn’t seem to hear.
Energetically, Amanda’s lips kept moving. When Rachel dared to look close enough, she was sure that alongside those enormous bouncing breasts, her lips had also been filled. So much so, that Amanda seemed to be pulling a racy pout even as she engorged Damien’s cock to the base. Rachel wondered how she was even breathing. She guessed that Amanda was breathing through her nose. Except, with her face buried so deeply in Damien’s sweaty, hairy balls, such a feat would seem impossible.
“Mmmmmph ”
A small contented sound churned its way up through whatever airspace the whore had free.
Chris chuckled, approaching Rachel.
“That’s it sweetheart “, he grinned, “take a good hard look. Did you know, Dame here, hasn’t washed his cock for weeks ”
Damien smirked back.
“Not at all since I met this dirty little cunt actually. I like to think she washes it for me. She certainly spends enough time worshipping it”
He ran a hand through Amanda’s thick bleach blond hair, as she continued to purr. Her eyes had glazed over and she stared up at her new master blissfully.
“That’s your job isn’t it sweetheart. Is that little slit getting wet?”
Chris laughed, approaching the slut, ” she did always want women to work. ” upon reaching Amanda, he knelt down and began to fondle her dripping pink pussy. Amanda swayed giddily at the feeling. Yes, this was, to her, the greatest satisfaction the world could offer.
“Christ Dame, she’s so fucking eager man”
“She’s employed as our personal cocksleeve. She’s always ready and eager to get fucked. That’s her purpose in life after all. That’s what a woman’s for. You need to face it rachel”
Damien paused just a second long enough to spit in Amanda’s face. She giggled at this and licked her lips. Chris had his big stubby fingers knuckle deep in her slit now. The ditsy bimbo was trying to sink her hips further down onto them, without depriving her throat of a single inch of her masters glorious meaty stick.
“Damn right she does Dame “, Chris goaded, staring menacingly over at Rachel whilst dipping his fingers deeper into Amanda’s drenched hole. He was finger fucking her now. She gave in and pulled her head back a little to cry out in ecstasy.
“Mmmmmph thank you sir!”, the girl warbles as saliva drops from her mouth over her perky, jiggling tits.
Damien slaps her face, hard. He slaps her left cheek first and then the right, over and over again whilst she screams and convulses around Chris’ chubby, grimy digits.
“Aww how polite. The bitch knows her place doesn’t she Chris, don’t let her cum yet though. I’ve got plans in store for these besties”
“Of course Dames”
Chris allows the slut two more wonderful plunges of his fat, grubby fingers and then, much to her despair, retracts them. He slapped the girl’s ass and with a satisfied grunt, began advancing towards Rachel. Damien cast him an approving look.
Rachel swallowed hard, her pupils wide. She hasn’t noticed the man’s zipper was undone. Her wrists began moving of their own accord. As he inched ever closer small, subtle movements soon evolved into frantic impulsive tugs and twists of her forearms. The shackles were tight and cut the girl’s skin. Though she dared not take her eyes off Chris, Rachel was almost sure she felt trickles of blood flowing over her hands. Finally she screamed; a loud bone-chilling sound, like icy wind scraping a window.
Chris was less than a metre away now and there was no use trying to escape. Rachel’s eyes screwed shut and her screams turned into terrified, guttural sobs.
Chris and Damien exchanged entertained glances. Damien raised his eyebrows at Chris. They both knew what was coming next, just as it had a hundred times before.
Rachel could almost sense the man now. She can smell his body odour, a hazy, repugnant, salty smell. She almost tasted it on her tongue. And then
SMACK
Chris’ fist collides with her cheek.
“SHUT UP WHORE”, he grabs her throat roughly, his hand almost cutting off her windpipe.
” shut up and put that stupid fucking hole to some use”
Chuckling to himself, he wavers his slickened fingers under the victim’s nose.
“Smell that? That’s your sweet little friends pussy juices. The cunt was greedy enough to drip all over my hand. . Now. I don’t think this is going to clean itself, do you? ”
Rachel whimpered weakly. Her cheeks blazed a crimson shade. The girl tried turning her head away but Chris jerked it sharply back into place with enough force to have snapped her tiny neck. Prying his shuddering victim’s mouth open, the man jams his digits between her lips. Without haste, he starts rubbing them all over her tongue, coating it in Rachel’s sticky essence.
“SUCK, YOU CUNT”
Rachel sucked. She had no hope in not sucking. This guy was a monster. Rachel sucked up her best friends juices with tears in her eyes. The taste was overwhelmingly strong and she almost gagged a couple of times. She’d never tasted a pussy before. She’d never even kissed another girl. Inevitably, she choked and spluttered. Her tongue kept swirling through, faster and greedier around her assaulters fingers. It was the only option. She wanted escape alive after all.
Chris smiled upon inspecting her work.
“Would you look at that Damien, this bitch gonna be a fast learner”, he
pats Rachel’s head like one would a puppy which had just performed a new trick ” good-bitch, good-bitch. You’ll be just like your friend here in no time”
Rachel’s body uttered an inwards shudder. Suddenly the girl felt cold, frail, almost hollow. Slowly, cautiously, her eyelids lifted. Big mistake. The teen almost had a heart attack.
She jolted sharply, as if having been struck by an electric current. The tears reformed in her eyes as she shrunk back in her chair. Sure enough, through a glassy lense, staring her straight in the face, was Chris’ cock.
Damien cowers over Amanda, motioning for her to stand. Reluctantly, the girl pulls her attention away from his transfixing crotch and does as she’s told.
“Look over there slut. You little friends about to get her throat fucked. She needs to learn who’s boss in society”
Amanda purred. Her frazzled brain could barely keep up with the few words which were said to her. Society, now that was a long one. But throat and fuck. The whore could just about grasp the meaning of those. The pair really had trained her well.
Smirking, Damien takes a seat on the black leather couch. He spreads his legs wide. He gives two parts to his thigh and immediately Amanda sprang into his lap. She knew exactly what this signal meant.this was what master did when he needed to use her tightest cum hole: her filthy poop hole.
“That’s right sweetie, sit down. Face your fellow slut. I’m going to make you a deal. We do need to do your mental exercises after all”
Amanda groaned wantonly, holding her cheeks wide apart whilst impaling herself on her favourite 7″ girthy rod in the world. Her thighs were splayed apart and if Rachel hadn’t been thrashing around so violently in her futile attempts to break free, she would have had a prime view of her ex best friend’s pussy weeping onto the couch. Sizable puddles were already forming on the sofa and the girl had only in that split second managed to sink herself down onto Damien’s beastly implement.
“I’ll let you cum, after you recite all of your daily duties to our dear newbie here. Put some love into it too. Tell her how fulfilling it is to be nothing but a broken, brain-dead cum rag”
Somewhere, somehow, through her yells and screams and thrashes and state of utter chaos, Rachel heard this. Her eyes shot open. Despite all evidence of its futility, they still seemed to reflexively plead to the blond. She glared emboldened daggers into Amanda’s hazy pupils, but of course such an expression slipped straight past the slut’s sphere of consciousness. All that Amanda’s eyes saw, and loved seeing in-fact, were Chris large, calloused hands snatching Rachel by the hair and wedging her parted, screaming lips onto his member. He wasted no time, immediately basking the teen’s nose and mouth in his smelly, hairy groin.
Rachel gagged and tugged at her restraints, which in hindsight she most likely regretted. Of course, this earned her no more than another few brutal wacks to the head and a tightened, turned excruciatingly painful grip on her scalp. Rachel was sure that she could feel little clumps of her hair breaking as Chris’ iron fists yanked them from her skull. All the whilst, a ditsy, air-filled voice murmured,
“It feels so good being a w-whore for m-men. Every morning I’m a ready toilet. I get naked and squat in the bathroom for master to use”, the voice would pause momentarily to catch its breath now and then “ And later master’s friends come and do the same.. Sometimes I stay in there all day, and master won’t touch my worthless cunt holes.. But .. but he tastes so good” The voice stopped again. The words trailed off momentarily and a trickle of breathy, airy moans and panting spilled into the room.
Damien cooed, “Mmm good girl, good whore. Carry on sweetheart. Tell our dear friend about our command words” As the man spoke, he pushed his thick, pulsating length deeper into Amanda’s gaping arse, making the slut giggle contently.
Rachel’s mind was a dazed blur at this point. Her attention alternated between the revolting odour and flavour which the rod in her throat emitted, and the other’s incoherent, indoctrinated slurs.
“whenever…wherever master needs to use my dirty pussy hole, he says ‘cunt’ and … and I.. and I…” the girl paused, the rusty cogs slowly creaking in her head.
Damien strokes her hair sympathetically, the way one would pet a stray cat, “and you spread your slutty thighs ready for me, don’t you hunny? Wherever we are, even if you need to lay on the floor or lean against a cold hard brick wall in a busy alleyway”
Amanda nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bobbing up and down as she began to bounce more energetically on her beloved dick.
“Yes.. master. Fuck yes.. And ass, means.. Means i need to get on all fours on the ground and show sir my slutty poop hole”
Rachel winced. She had thrown up. Chris was still fucking her throat mercilessly. Saliva, spit, and vomit dripped down her pristine pale skin. The teen was slapped harder this time, and Chris clamped his grubby, oily fingertips down on her rosy nipples. He tugged hard and the girl cried out in pain.
“Mmmppphhh” amanda was still watching her with glazy eyes. She loved how powerless Rachel was. How chris’ tall, rugged frame leant over her, smothering the poor young thing. Yes, this was the way women were supposed to be: completely at the mercy of a strong, superior man. Taking a deep breath, she spoke directly to Rachel this time, beaming with bliss, “suck means I stop my stupid whore mouth from talking and get my throat around master’s cock”
“That’s exactly right daring” Damien voiced his approval, through bated breath. He could feel his balls grinding against his slut’s butcheeks now. Oh what a fun toy he’d moulded her into. Her hole gaped and swallowed up his length with ease. How far she’d come, with his help, from that repressed bitch of a lawyer who wouldn’t even spare a thought for anal.
Chris runs his hands over Rachel’s pert breasts, scooping up a good portion of the girl’s vomit. As she quivers and gags, he begins to massage the pungent liquid into her hair. Cowering over her he whispers “I hope you’re learning”.
Once more, his sweaty balls drown Rachel’s nostrils, “this is how it’s going to be from now on, cunt” He thrusts harder and harder, panting slightly at her tight, inexperienced throat struggling around him.
Amanda groans with pleasure, a deep guttural sound. Her hazy eyes flitter between the filthy concoction dripping from Rachel’s hair, and Chris’ firm, choking grip on the back of his victim’s throat. The slut’s pussy weeps as her arousal overtakes her. Hopping more vigorously than ever now on her owners cock, a desperate longing escapes her throat.
“ ahh,master, please, oh please master”
Damien wraps a large hand around her neck and hisses, “what is is whore? “
“Please master, please! May I cum? It feels so good! You feel so good in my worthless slut hole!”
Chris chuckles before letting out a low grunt. Rachel feels his movements growing ever more erratic. The teen grimaces, her teary eyes clamped tightly shut. She urges her mind to switch off, to shutdown, to remove itself completely from the reality of what she knew would soon be happening.
Damien grins at him.
“Hmmm, but I’m not sure sweetie. You’re just a dumb cunt after all. I don’t have to let you cum. I could just shoot my load up this dirty cock sleeve and be done with you”
Chris let out a moan so loud that it seemed to recoil from every wall. He loved watching Amanda’s reaction whenever Damien toyed with her. Both men revelled in teasing and torturing their pretty little fuckslave. In fact, it was their favourite pastime. The majority of times, Amanda was eventually allowed to cum, but the bimbo’s decrepit memory of course had no knowledge of this. To her, every torment was new. For all she knew, these men may never let her experience orgasm again. The strings of pleading words which this elicited, never ceased to amuse the pair.
Amanda whimpered. She knew that Damien was right. She had no right to receive pleasure from sex, if her master disapproved. She dared not even touch her plush, swollen pussy. Instead she left it aching, and dripping on the couch, as if crying out for mercy.
Damien cooed, “hmmm, I suppose I could allow you to cum, just this once, you worthless piece of fuckmeat, but you need to do exactly as I say”
Amanda’s eyes lit up. A delirious grin painted its way across her cheeks.
“Of course master! Yes! I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll be a good obedient little slut!”
Chris yanks on Rachel’s hair and begins to grind her face against his groin in slow circular motions. Somewhere, in the outermost depths of his mind, he wonders if the girl is even conscious anymore. He can no longer feel any struggling. In fact, Rachel’s jaw has gone completely slack and wonderfully pliant. This fueled the man’s excitement ever further. He always preferred his toys once they’d crumbled into passivity.
He glances at his companion, his brow furrowed, his hips jerking uncontrollably, sweat dripping from his forehead. Damien raised his eyebrows. He smirked. He licked his lips. And then he hisses to Amanda,
“ the moment I grace your worthless little fuck hole with my seed, you’re going to go and squat right over that retarded feminist cunt’s face and shit it all out, every last drop. Do you understand?”
Chris let himself go.
He mauled his unconscious fuck puppet, like a bear. Soon enough he felt his thick, salty seed spilling into the teen’s pretty mouth.
“ yes! Ahh yes master!”, Amanda screamed with ecstasy. Her orgasm erupted.
The whore came violently, thrashing and gasping for air. Her maniacal yelps of pleasure were echoed by her master’s bellowing primal groans.
Damien came; he came hard with as much rigour as a raging lion as it finally feasts on its prey , pulling his whore’s asshole vigorously down to meet the hilt of his length. Amanda yelled and spasmed and jerked around his pulsating rod. She felt her asshole being filled to the brim and shuddered. Head falling back, the whore continued grinding in a contented daze for a few seconds, but not for long. She was of course going to obey her superior’s command. She glanced over at Chris who was still panting.
Chris laughed loudly “haha, so eager, I told you Damien!”
A barely conscious Rachel began to be unshackled and layed down on the floor. With no fight left, and a trail of Chris’ salty, pent up seed oozing from her lips, this teen was about to learn her place in society, once and for all.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7x2qyf/free_use_fic_taster_jumps_straight_in_mid_point