Stephanie

The following two weeks had been terrifying and thrilling at the same time.  It was like she was two people, the Stephanie that her friends knew, who hung out with her friends and studied and was a good girl, and then the slut, the submissive slave that waited alone in her apartment with her cunt juicing, disappointed if her Master didn't show up, because that was now how she thought of Jeff, thrilled at the sound of the deadbolt turning, her stomach flip-flopping, her mind dulling with lust, covering the shame she felt that she was cuckolding her best friend.

 

Eight times he had come, eight times he had walked through the door and sent her reality spinning into a fantasy of humiliation and degradation.  Three times, seeing she was wearing jeans, he had commanded her to get on her knees and had used her mouth, thrusting his cock between her lips as she struggled to pleasure him, telling her to masturbate her slutty cunt while he used her, her hand shoved down her pants, frantically working her clit as she gagged and choked each time he pushed his cock too far into her mouth.

 

The taste of his cum on her tongue, the humiliation of being used so nonchalantly, so casually, so uncaringly would set her off, waves of pleasure rocking her as her orgasm would take her, her humiliation at such a demonstration of her need increasing the intensity of her pleasure, increasing her craving for more.  Twice he had made her keep sucking him as he started to soften, keep playing with her overly sensitive clit, until he had hardened again and used her mouth a second time, this time taking longer, using her more patiently, more cunningly, forcing himself further down her throat, making her choke and retch, each casual brutality, each signal from him that she was nothing, a thing, sending her lust spiking until it overflowed and she came even while gagging around his cock.

 

Four times, when she had been wearing loose shorts, he hadn't said a word, just grabbed her by her hair and bent her over the back of the couch, her slender Asian body shaking in need as he yanked down her shorts and panties together, wadded them up, and pressed them into her mouth, gagging her.  Her cunt was always wet, her juices leaking down her thighs, as he had pushed himself into her and simply rode her like she was nothing but a hole for his cock.

 

Each time, the mere presence of him inside her, his cock filling her, his hands gripping her hips painfully, his hips slapping against her ass, would send her immediately over the edge, the pleasure both a release and a humiliation.  He had fucked her for long minutes, not speaking, not treating her like anything human, simply using her body, her cunt, for his pleasure, ignoring her muffled grunts, and when he had cum, spurting inside her, the further indignity would trigger something in her, and she would cum again, her cries muffled by the gag.

 

One time it had been especially warm out, so she had worn a summer dress that fell to mid-thigh and a pair of sandals.  That time he had pulled her from her chair by her hair, pulled her head back, and pressed his lips hard against hers, his tongue opening her mouth as his other hand lifted the dress and ran his hand across her ass.  Her knees had gone weak, and her body limp, as he had pressed her back against the wall, mauling her body with his hands, squeezing her small, perfect tits, sliding his fingers roughly across her tender clit, her body involuntarily responding, moaning into his mouth, her hips pushing against his fingers in her lust.

 

He had taken her there, roughly, almost savagely, guiding her until her legs were wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked behind his ass, her arms around his neck, her shoulders pressed back against the wall, her dress pulled down and pushed up to cover her middle, exposing her tits and her cunt for his use.  It had been wild, powerful, exciting and terrifying all at the same time.  She hadn't been able to control herself as she had bucked back against him, moaning and crying out with each brutal thrust of him deep inside of her.  She had cum twice while he hammered into her, her body shaking and trembling while she gasped in overwhelming pleasure, her soft lips parting as her eyes went distant.  She had cum a third, impossible time when he had filled her with his seed, too spent to stand as he pulled out of her, sliding down against the wall, disheveled and used.

 

Sitting alone in her apartment, three days since Jeff's last visit, she thought back to those times, feeling the dampness between her thighs, the lips of her pussy swollen and wet and tingling with expected pleasure.  She couldn't help it, didn't want to any more.  Each of Jeff's visits was as wonderful as it was horrifying, thinking of what she was turning into.  Sometimes she didn't believe that she was letting this happen, that she wanted this to happen, but she couldn't fool herself anymore.  As long as Amy didn't find out, as long as her parents didn't find out, it was okay; better than okay--thrilling, exciting, hot, sexy, wonderful.

 

She was surprised by a knock at the door.  Jeff had a key, and always let himself in.  She shook off her musings and opened the door.  It was, she racked her brains but couldn't come up with a name; he was one of Jeff's friends, though.

 

Confused, she waited for him to speak.

 

"Hello, Stephanie, isn't it?"

 

"Yes?" she responded queryingly, still standing in the door.

 

"You might not remember me.  I'm a friend of Jeff's.  I've seen you around a few times--you're a friend of his girlfriend, right?"

 

"Jeff's not here.  Neither is Amy."

 

"Actually...May I come in?"

 

She stepped aside at his request, confused as to why he was at her door, and let him in, closing the door behind herself.  She turned and looked at him as he made himself comfortable on a stool by the counter.  He was of average height, at 5'10", Chinese, and not bad looking.  She remembered that he was doing a pre-med major, but couldn't remember his name.  As she was trying to remember it, she heard him speak.

 

"You're even hotter than I remember," he said, and her attention snapped back to him, a blush rising on her cheeks.  She had worn a light summer dress, wanting to look good for Jeff, knowing that she was weak, but it had been three days, and she realized that she wanted him to come.

 

There was a long pause, and the tension in the room increased, a creeping dread stealing over her as she stared at him, Jeff's friend, whose name she didn't even know.

 

"Jeff's told me some interesting things about you, Stephanie."

 

Her heart seemed to freeze in her throat as his words hit her, the dread that had been sneaking into her mind hitting her like a punch in the stomach, knocking the breath from her, freezing her like a deer in the headlights, like a bird before a snake.  She could feel his eyes on her, watching her, trying to peer into her mind, to see what she was.  She trembled just a bit.

 

"Jesus," he whispered, loud enough for her to hear as she stood rooted to the spot before the door.  He stood, walked toward her.  "I didn't believe it, but it's true, isn't it?"

 

He was right in front of her, his eyes locked on hers, her body and mind frozen in terror.  Jeff had told!  He had told him!  Shame and humiliation flooded her, and tears started to well up in her eyes.  It was awful, so awful.  She felt so betrayed, so humiliated, to be standing before this stranger with all of her secrets, all of her dirty, nasty, shameful secrets, exposed.  She jerked away when he reached for her, his hand lifting to her cheek, rage and shame pushing her into motion, her hand almost blindly finding the doorknob.

 

"I think you should go," she choked out, trying to keep from sobbing.

 

 She felt his hand on her wrist, and then his words registered.

 

"Kajira don't get to decide that, do they?"

 

Then she did sob, her hands dropping to her sides, her head hanging down, her long, silky hair covering her face, her mind a swirl of emotions, knowing that this strange man knew who she was.  She knew what was going to happen.  He was going to rape her, and she was going to let him.  She could feel it even now, even as the tears rolled down her face, her chest heaving with sobs, she could feel the heat building in her body, the nearly insatiable craving that she couldn't deny. 

 

"Jeff!  Jeff!" she cried out in her mind.  Why had he done it?  Why had he betrayed her?  With him it was okay, it was safe and secret and as wrong as it was, as much as she hated that she was betraying her best friend, she couldn't resist it, her body seemed to crave him, his touch, his use.  She wasn't his slave, not really, no.  It was a game--he had no right.

 

"It's all right, my little slave," she heard his friend say near her ear, his body pressed tightly against her back, his hands against her thighs, rubbing her flesh, her body trembling with something besides the revulsion she knew she should be feeling, her mind seeming to slow down as his lips found her neck, sending a thrilling quiver of pleasure through her body, making her sob even harder, standing passive for her rapist, juicing for him, craving him.  Oh god, she wanted him, she wanted him so badly, and the need was horrible and humiliating but it was too strong, so she stood and sobbed and let him do what he wanted.