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I'm just a girl, you know?
Whichever idiot said tracing circles into my clit was a sin would be rolling in their grave. I'm just a girl.
Shimmying down my shorts and underwear, the chosen ones slide down my abdomen and graze over the wet lips. Third time tonight. Is there something wrong with me? Perhaps, but I'm not gonna complain when I've already got my thighs shivering again. Clitoris sensitive and swollen, I begin my attack… Again.
Sweat builds on my skin, dripping down and soaking my sheets. I really need to watch how hot and bothered I'm getting, because really I cannot be fucked changing them so constantly.
I've got my phone in my other hand. I was reading a fanfiction and… You know what? I'm going to blame it entirely. I take no responsibility for the state of my pussy. Fuck you.
The amount of slick the organ has produced makes quickening my pace too easy of a task. I can already feel it building up again. Fuck, just keep thinking about what you read, don't think about the groceries.
"You gonna be good for me and shut your trap?" Ooh, yes, keep thinking about that. My fingers move a little quicker, sweat doubling as keeping myself quiet becomes more difficult than it should be. I imagine hands gripping me with force, my fingers morphing into somebody else's. Fuck. Holy shit, I need to keep my voice down.
Another few circles into my clit and my back is arching, my own pleasure hitting me like an out of control semi. I can feel the sunlight touching my skin for the first time, permeating my skin and kissing my soul, entire nervous system on fire… For a few seconds, and I pulled my fingers from my sopping labia. Fuck. Gonna have to wash my hands again. My legs shake under my weight as I stumble clumsily and way too noisily into the bathroom. All I can do is pray no one heard.

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The clock ticked back and forth. Tick, tick, tick. Seconds stretched by into hours, her hands bound to the chair she sat in. Tick. Tick. Tick. The lights seemed to warp around her as the minutes kept creeping along. Meanwhile, the small town doctor was whispering into her ear once every three minutes. The poor girl felt as if she was losing her mind; ass numb against the wood of the seat, not knowing just how long she'd been concealed from the light of day. She didn't even know where she was. Last she'd checked, she'd been in the clinic with Doctor Harvey.
After what felt like an eternity, the silenced clips of porno orgasms switched off.
The farmer had to wonder just what on Earth she'd stumbled into. What mistake she'd made that brought her here. What had possessed the usually timid and sweet Harvey to tie her up and force her to watch people reach their own ecstasy.
It hadn't taken long for her body to stir into desperation. The initial mental battle against it only lasted a short while, the rhythmic ticking and the occasional affirmation dulling her focus. It felt like her neurons were swimming in thick fog and it felt too heavy to pull herself out.
The room, now pitch dark, was almost more overwhelming than the insurmountable amount of time she'd spent looking at bouncing tits and women milking dicks. She couldn't see or hear where Harvey had gone. Her own breathing was laboured, chest rising and falling with a mix of nerves and desperation. The recognition that her body ached for touch was terrifying in and of itself.
Her thighs squeezed together, but it was no use. No amount of friction would help. Sex was the only thing she could think about. The need was overpowering any semblance of critical thinking or survival instincts. Heat radiated off of her in waves.

When Harvey finally returned with a hand around her throat, she sucked air through her teeth. When he squeezed, she all but moaned.
"Needy, are we?" He breathed, lips just ghosting over her ear. The farmer writhed in her seat. Harvey had no difficulty guessing what was on her mind. After all, he'd been the one to plant the seed. 'Plant' meaning essentially torturing her mind into submission.
Either way, the girl was far beyond gone. Words wouldn't form. A whine slipped out of her, low and shaky.
"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled, his hand descending further and palming the soft flesh of her breast through her shirt. His other followed suit as his lips pressed against her neck, stubble scraping across her skin. His fingers dipped lower, touch feather light against her stomach as it crept lower. The farmer's jeans and underwear had been stripped away before the experiment had begun, so nothing prevented him from dragging his fingers through her dripping sex. The poor girl's hips bucked wildly at the contact, head lulling back as her eyes shot open. The sensation sent shivers over her as she panted the Doctor's name breathlessly. His fingers found her clit, circling it with the precision of a surgeon and watching her thighs quiver as he applied more pressure.
"Yeah? That feel good, sweetness?" He hummed against the nape of her neck, listening as she verbalized her pressure.
"So good," The girl managed somehow, walls already threatening to spasm. Harvey caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending her tumbling violently over the edge. Almost. Just before she could get there, he pulled away. She practically sobbed, walls clenching around nothing as she tried to wriggle out of her constraints. She barely registered the sound of his belt buckle clanking as he got it undone. Her eyes flickered around the still dark room that her eyes had finally adjusted to, her mind terrifyingly blank. Anxiety mixed with the now fading ecstasy built up within her, but she couldn't form any thought on it.
"If I undo the ropes, do you promise to be a good girl?" He whispered and watched her nod enthusiastically. He smiled to himself. The human mind truly was such an elastic thing. His fingers got to work undoing the knots, finishing by massaging her worn skin. She had initially struggled, so her wrists were friction burnt.
With a squeal, she was lifted up and carried over to the corner of the room and dropped on a plush bed. The silk sheets felt incredible against her skin, and she felt herself sighing into them as the man crawled over top of her.
Just how long had Dr. Harvey been planning all of this?
His hands were quick to return to her, his mouth latching onto her left breast and laving over the areola with the flat of his tongue. She sighed, hands fisting his hair like she'd seen the girls do in the videos. Her body wanted one thing and one thing only -- for him to impale her like the girls in the videos had been impaled. Luckily for her, Harvey wasn't keen on wasting too much more time. The farmer bit her lip in anticipation, watching him palm his erection, precum beading at the head.
"Please," She begged breathlessly, immediately being rewarded by the Doctor's tip prodding at her entrance, "I need more."
"So needy. I ought to teach you some patience…" He teasingly dragged his cock through her folds and against her clit. The girl under him pressed a kiss to his collarbone, whimpering into his flesh.
"…Maybe some other time," He murmured, kissing her forehead soothingly. "Remember to breathe, pretty girl."
And with that, his head pushed through the opening of her pussy. The poor girl felt like the air had been smacked out of her, eyes shooting wide open as she struggled to understand the sensations. A choked gasp left her as tears pricked in the corners of her pleasure-blurred vision at the stretch.
"That's it, that's my girl." He groaned, kissing at the tears as he pushed further. The farmer's lips parted further as a moan finally broke through, the praise sending heat through her abdomen. Her walls fluttered around him and Harvey hissed in tandem.
"Holy fuck…" She stammered as he pulled back, her legs wrapping around his hips in an attempt to draw him closer.
When he finally snapped forward again, her nails found his back and clawed in, a desperate attempt to steady herself. Her head was spinning.
"So tight-- Fuck, you feel good." He panted, fucking into her slowly a few more times before picking up the pace. Each thrust sent her spiralling further towards an inevitable climax, and the lewd slap of wet skin against wet skin wasn't helping. "So pretty. You look so fucking filthy like this, darling."
His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back into him with each snap of his hips. All the girl could do in response was moan, her eyes already rolling back into her head.
"You take me so well, such a perfect girl…"
"Feels s-so good," She wailed, eyelashes fluttering as she struggled to maintain focus.
"I know, I know… Just keep being a good little toy for me."
The farmer managed to form a cohesive thought, wondering whatever the hell had gotten into the Doctor. She'd been living in town for almost a year at this point, and never before had the man pounding her to mush spoken a word half as dirty. It felt so out of character, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Not when his dick was slamming against the most beautifully sensitive part of her pussy. His skin bumped against her clit every time he buried himself all the way in, and it sent the air out of her lungs.
"Harvey,"
"Yes, my dear, say my name just like that…" He almost whined, lips latching onto the girl's neck as his cock twitched inside of her. She pulled him closer, bare breasts bouncing against the fabric of his shirt.
"H-Harv--," She cried out, thighs trembling erratically at her sides.
"My good girl… If I ever find out another man touches you, he'll lose his fucking hands. You hear me?" He groaned against her flesh, teeth grazing her pulse point.
"Mmghh…" She nodded, feeling the familiar coil building in her abdomen. Harvey gripped her chin and lifted his head to glare into her eyes.
"Tell me you hear me." He thrusted just a bit harder into her dripping cunt to prove his seriousness. "Be a smart girl for me, come on."
"I hear you," She gasped, stars exploding behind her eyes with the force of him. Something had killed the usual timidness in the town doctor, leaving behind an insatiable lust. The farmer would ask why, but speaking was already hard enough. She babbled a few curses instead, nails digging into his biceps. "I understand."
"I knew you could do it. I think you deserve a reward for being so smart."
His hands began to wander, one circling her throat and the other slinking between her thighs to thumb circles into her swollen bead. The sounds that left her at that could have sent him into cardiac arrest. The way her walls instantly tightened at the touch, the praise, the force… It made all the waiting worth it. She whined his name again and again, crashing her lips onto his to quiet herself. Harvey's heart nearly exploded right out of his chest. To have her willingly kiss him, good lord, it gave him enough motivation to kill an entire city for her. Whether it was a product of his psychological manipulation or not, it sent his hips driving into her quicker and harder, fingers digging into her throat just a little more firmly.
The farmer quickly came undone, jaw slacked as she stilled and went silent, until not even a second later she cried out, the most memorable cacophony of moans crashing out of her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, and Harvey whispered sweet nothings to her as he let himself cum inside her. He knew she wouldn't protest. Clearly, his prayers had been answered. She obviously returned his love and devotion.
For the farmer, however, exhaustion hit her like a tonne of bricks. Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered dumbly into his skin as sleep threatened to take her. Questions began to ebb at the back of her mind, but as Harvey pulled out of her, all of them were viciously silenced.

"You did so good. Let me clean you up, gorgeous."
So what if it traumatized her? His touch was soft, and warm, and she could still see the sweetness in him if she squinted. He was gentle with her if she was good. And it was better than no touch at all.
Hang on, since when did her entire sense of worth hinge off of affection?
How did she get here?
Before she could ponder it too long, Harvey had returned with a warm cloth. The girl shut her eyes and drifted off.

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“Attagirl,” the man breathed, fingers tangled in his obsession’s hair already. It had become habit for him to cull the other survivors, leaving her for last. She was his favorite, well and truly.
Her tongue was lapping gently at his tip, blinking up at him with that dumb expression he loved so dearly. Fuck, she turned him on.
“Just like that. There you go.” Danny breathed, watching as the survivor lowered her head further, hollowing out her cheeks. She felt his beading tip kiss the back of her throat, and she gagged softly, tears pricking at the corner of her vision. The sight alone was enough to make the killer’s cock twitch.
His fingers tightened at her scalp, pushing her head further down until her nose was pressed against his pubes. The girl sputtered, the tears fattening and falling over her waterline.
“Fuck…” He groaned, other hand coming to caress her neck as she pulled back and gasped for air.

“The fuck was that about?” She hissed, swallowing thickly while still palming his erection. She knew better than to stop completely. Last time she did that, she got a knife to the spleen.

“You look so pretty when you’re crying, dollface.”
He mused, wiping the black streak with his thumb. She pinked even further, gaze averted.
“Shut up.” The survivor grumbled, pressing another kiss to his tip. She didn’t get far, however, as the killer pushed her back into the dirt and rode up her skirt. His thumb pushed into her mouth as his other pulled her thong to the side, already rubbing his cock across her folds.
“Jesus fucking Christ, girl. Sucking me off gets you *this* wet?” He laughed, watching as her lips closed around his thumb.
She shot back an empty glare, and Danny relished in slapping it off her face as he pushed into her heat. She whined pitifully at the stretch.
His thumb turned into his index and middle fingers, pressing directly against her gag reflex as he fucked himself in and out of her. She sobbed as the gag passed, overstimulated entirely. The black of her mascara stained her cheeks, and as a reward, she felt Ghostface twitch inside her with a breathy laugh from under his mask.
“So pathetic. I wish you could see yourself.” He teased, gripping her hips as he chased his own release. Each thrust knocked the girl sideways, struggling to comprehend anything as the pleasure built inside of her. She moaned loudly now, mouth free of any obstacles, tears continuing to flow.
The coil was horrifyingly close to snapping, and Danny could tell — the rhythmic flutter of her walls against his thickness drawing him closer in tandem.
“Ghost—,” She panted, gripping his shoulders. She couldn’t tell that the killer was watching her tits bouncing through her flimsy shirt.
“I know, pretty girl. I know.” He soothed, smiling at the filthy expression on her face. Fucked into pure, white hot, teary bliss.
“Oh, f-fuck—!” She squealed softly, head rolling back into the dirt as her eyes followed suit. Her jaw fell open to spat out curses and whines of euphoria, feeling as the murderer above her stilled and found a release of his own.

Several moments passed before he finally pulled his softening length out of her, stuffing himself away and cutting a fresh tally into her upper thigh. As a gift, the Entity didn’t heal them. Ghostface was a good killer, and so she was his reward. Besides, it’s not like the survivor seemed to mind.

Danny helped her find her footing, albeit shaky and clumsy, leading her to the hatch.

“Fuck, it is so goddamn hot to see you cry.”
“You’re a sick freak, that’s why.”
“As if you’re not into it too.”
“…Shh.”
As her legs found their strength again, she turned on her heel to peck his mask.
“What was that for?” He hummed, flicking her nose. She scrunched up her face and kicked his shin.
“The fuck do you think it was for, genius?”
She laughed, straightening out her clothes before edging nearer to the hatch.
“My awesome dicking skills?”
“…Ugh, close enough. See you next time, freak.”

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"Whatcha thinkin' about?" She looked across to the driver's seat, and he was already looking back at her. He must have noticed her expression. Naturally, his intrigue piqued at the way her face tensed and her cheeks pinked, averting her gaze.
"Nothing, really. Just had a, uhm, a long night." She hummed, leaning her elbow against the car door and focusing on the hum of the vehicle. Mike spent a moment studying her; the fluttering of her lashes, the way her minidress kept riding up no matter how much she tugged it back down, the way she was trying so hard to not glance back at him.

Inside her mind… What a warzone. He looked so fucking good. The way his hands flexed against the wheel, how big his arms looked -- God, how she yearned for his arm around her throat -- and how well his shirt sculpted them. He was literally walking sex appeal. She wanted to tug on his black hair and feel his dick pressed against her core.

For context, she'd been out with friends, abandoned by said friends (entirely planned, she'll have you know. Her girlies are deserving of a good fuck), and then called Mike to come and get her.

The girl could've easily landed a guy, in fact, she had several suitors at the bar, but she wanted nothing to do with them. Apart from the drinks they kept paying for. But the drunker she got, the more she thought about Michael's stupid fucking sexy haircut and his pretty hazel eyes.

And now he was sitting beside her. Driving the car with nothing but music in the background.

The bass of the song thumped against their chests, an aphrodisiac if they'd ever known one. Mike knew it was wrong, to want to ravage the ever living fuck out of her when she was drunk, but that flushed look on her face and the obvious lust in the way she ground her thighs together was making it hard to think straight.

I'm surely sober enough, she tried to reason with herself, silently praying to whatever is up there to let this go her way.

"So how'd it go?" His voice was low, lower than it probably should've been. Like he was trying to suppress something. It was like silk in her ears. She wanted to inject it into her veins.

"Oh, good. Mill and Till went somewhere else with their victims."
"Millie and Tillie have no chill."
"I know right? You'd think they're twins, the way their brains connect like that. It's scarily fun to watch."
"Why didn't you get yourself a victim?"
"Eh. No one there was doing it for me." She said, looking visibly disinterested, as if reliving it. What she meant to say was that no one there was similar enough to him.
"Unfortunate."
"No kidding."
They both sighed, letting the music fill the silence along with the rhythmic ticking of the indicator. Mike's passenger leaned back, spreading her legs only to cross them again. She had to squeeze her eyes shut, not willing to let her gaze linger on his hands too long.

"At least you looked hot. I'm sure plenty of dudes would've died for a piece." She could hear the smirk in his words, and her eyes snapped over to him. Oh, yes - she would remember this later when she rubbed the life out of her clit.

"I looked hot..?" She almost choked, swallowing thickly and running her fingers over the gearstick. Paying attention to anything but him felt like the only way to keep her sane. "Didn't think I was your type."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, you're always going out with those goody-goody girls."
"Preferences can change with time, you know…"
"Not to steal your line or anything but- what's that supposed to mean?" She bit the inside of her cheek, grinning over at him. That little tilt of her head, the arch of her brow, it was his undoing. Damn it all, he wanted everything she had to give. He just greatly underestimated just how much she had in store.
"It means any guy would be stupid as fuck to not find you attractive."
"Yeah, nice save. It's totally not because you're dying for a piece."
"Sure you'd love it if I was, angel." He hissed, fingers pressing against her cheek and gently pushing her away from him. She'd gotten close to taunt him. Her mouth hung slightly agape. Well, he wasn't entirely wrong. He wasn't wrong at all.

The girl had to fight off an urge to whimper. She wanted him to put her in her place a little more.

"Pretty sure any girl would love it." She said under her breath, tone ever so slightly apprehensive, like she was testing the waters. It was his turn to raise his brow.

"Any girl? Or you in particular?" He smiled, eyes narrowed with mischief. Asshole.

"Okay, so you can use that excuse but I can't?"
"Answer the question. And be honest." His cold, rough fingertips found the flesh of her thigh, gripping it with a wordless hunger. The girl gasped softly, and he could feel her hips buck ever-so-slightly. Seems she'd already worked herself up.
"…Me in particular."
"Thought so." His hand crawled higher up her thigh, ignoring her attempt to tug down her dress as he rode it up himself.
"Mike?" She rasped, her fingers on top of his as he groped. A low, guttural whimper left her, and he groaned in return.
"Fuck, don't say my name like that while I'm driving…" He all but begged, hand leaving the wheel briefly to drag it over his face. Compose yourself, his mind repeated. She whimpered again, this time a little closer to a moan, and his body screamed for him to have her. His hands against her like this… What eye candy. The girl was committing every second to her memory. Good food for the spank bank. His pinky ghosted higher, bumping against her panties and earning a whine. She was dripping.
"Oh-ho…" He laughed, half in disbelief, as his fingers followed his pinky. She heard the indicator click on and the car slow. Mike was making a very impulsive decision, but neither of them had even an inkling of care to stop. "Dirty minx."
He slowed to a stop on the side of the road as other cars whizzed past. The girl blinked up at him, his own deer in headlights, lips parted in shock and confusion. Mentally, despite her disbelief, she knew what was going to happen.

His fingers pulled away, clicking her seatbelt off, his own following suit as he stepped out of his car door. He circled the vehicle, pulling her door open and lifting her out. She heard the door slam behind them, evidence of him kicking it shut. In the cloak of the night, he set her down and she stood shakily. Her arms closed around her torso, shivering in the fresh air.

"Michael, what're you doing?" She stammered as his hands caged her against the car, his eyes boring into her own. She looked criminally good like this, cold pinking her nose and that innocent look on her face as if she wasn't internally screaming for him to touch her. Mike thought he might lose his mind if another moment passed where he wasn't buried to the hilt in her sex.

"Exactly what you were hoping for."
"What're you, ahh--," She whined, his fingers finding her clothed clit, "talking about?"
"Don't play coy. You've been eyeing me like a piece of meat ever since you got in my car." His voice was low and held the edge of delicious danger. His digits pressed harder against her nerves.
"I have not." She refused, shaking her head as her body betrayed her mind. Her hips twitched at the stimulation, moaning softly under her breath.
He moved his fingers away as punishment. "C'mon, don't kid yourself. Admit it."
A long moment of silence passed by, save for the scream of cars on the road behind them.
"…Fine. I've been looking."
"More specific, gorgeous." His fingers found her clit again, touch so light it was barely there. It's all it took for her to break.
"I've been eyeing you like a piece of meat."
"Good, filthy girl. Keep going. I want to know all of these sick fantasies of yours." He mouthed against her neck, increasing the pressure on her pussy. She let out a strangled moan, gripping a handful of his bicep. Mm. Yummy.

"Your fingers are so pretty, I was thinking about 'em inside…" She began, and again the pressure increased. Speaking got harder, but she pushed through. "I want your arm around my throat, fuck you're so perfect--!" Her breath hitched, Mike's fingers rubbing a slow and deliberate. "I want you to fuck me into the dirt so bad, it feels like I'll die if you don't."

He moaned into her flesh, composure shattered. He straightened to full height, drinking in the sight of her cheeks, about as red as flares. She whimpered sadly as he pulled his hand away, using his slicked fingers to tilt her chin up.
"Come on. Look at me. No need to be embarrassed." His lips quirked upward at an idea, opening her mouth with his hands. She didn't fight, the prettiest, most pathetic expression on her face.
Without warning, he spat into her mouth. Her eyes widened, and she nearly choked when she gasped.
"Swallow. Don't make me tell you twice."
The girl acquiesced, chest rising and falling with each desperate breath. She looked up at him through her lashes, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
"…What a filthy girl." He breathed, almost astounded at the power that coursed through him.

His lips crashed down onto hers, no need to fight for dominance. She just let him have it, too drunk and humiliated to fight. He pulled her down to the wet earth, encircling her body with his. He broke apart to pull her underwear down, leaving them to dangle carelessly from one of her ankles. He could see her cunt glisten in the moonlight.
Mike scoffed, undoing his slacks to relieve the aching appendage pressed against the fabric. He hissed as he pumped it once, twice, a cocky smile on his lips when he saw the girl's hungry gaze.
"What?" He laughed boyishly, as if her ass wasn't in his lap. As if he couldn't smell the arousal pouring out of her needy hole. "If you want something, you have to say so. I can't read your mind." He taunted. He so obviously could, but teasing her was more fun.
She looked to the side, watching headlights pass over the grass. They were barely concealed by Mike's car, but that kind of only added to the excitement.
"I…" She started, watching with anticipation as he rubbed his already leaky dick through her folds. She hummed, feeling the dew rub against her scalp as her head lulled back. "I want you inside of me, Mike." She managed, so embarrassed she thought her heart might actually stopped. He was practically torturing her. She clenched on air, and Mike hissed at the sensation.

"Look at me." He warned, fingers digging into her thigh. Hesitantly, she batted her lashes at him.
"Mike, please…"
"That's much better. Gonna be a good whore for me?" He slapped his cock against her weeping slit, earning a wanton cry from her. She babbled her affirmation, nodding eagerly as she felt him line up. Again, he spat, using it to lubricate himself.
"Pff, you're too fuckin' easy." He pushed in inch by inch, relishing in the way air caught in her throat as she squirmed.
"Mike--!" She panted, walls squeezing him as she adjusted. Or, well, struggled to. The stretch was unlike anything she could've imagined it to be. It didn't help that the position let him easily hit her cervix when he fully sheathed himself in her. He was so big she could barely breathe.
"Easy, girl. You're squeezing the life outta me," He moved forward to ruffle her hair, earning a squeal from her. He filled her so completely. Her face was knotted in a mix of pain and pleasure, and the discomfort was quickly easing. She'd never felt quite so stuffed. "There we go. Theeeeere we go." He drew back his hips tantalizingly slow, watching as she held her breath. He snapped forward, setting a break-neck pace, relishing in the way she screamed his name. Her nails dug into a myriad of surfaces, sneaking from his arms to his neck to the dirt itself, eyes rolling back as she moaned.

"How long have you been waiting for me to do this?"
"S-So fu-fucking long, Mike," She all but sobbed, struggling to form words through the thick fog of ecstasy. "I'm s'happy…" The girl slurred, drooling as her back arched and her head ground back into the dirt.

"Gonna let me fuck you like the useless slut you are? Whenever I feel like it?" His tone dripped with condescension, head dipping to her collarbone to kiss and bite along the sensitive skin. The way she clung to him, shaking like a leaf… God, sex had never been so good.
"Whenever, I do-- nghhh, don't care..!" Her pitch rose as she grew increasingly closer, pussy already fluttering around him.

"Good little fucktoy." He laved his tongue over the fresh bites, pace growing more punishing with each twitch of her cunt. If she kept this up, neither of them would last much longer.
She groaned and whined and yelped as his affections continued, tip kissing her g-spot with each snap of his hips. She spat out his name amidst curses.
"Mike, G-God, Michael please--," Her nails found his arms again, digging in and earning a hiss from him. She felt his cock shiver inside of her and let out a whorish moan.
"Please what, slut?"
"Lemme cum, I-I'll be good, please..!"
"You'll be good?"
"Mhmm, I'll be ahh- a good slut." She tried to nod convincingly, but her efforts were nullified when her eyes rolled back again. The pleasure mixed well with alcohol, as it turns out.
"Yeah? You want me to fill you up?" He laughed, a look nearing pity in his eyes as his lips dragged over hers. She just whimpered desperately at the question. "Filthy bitch. Look at you."
She clenched around him one final time, legs quivering erratically beside Mike's head, almost screaming as she came. The white light of pleasure killed any coherent thought in her mind. The sight itself brought Mike to his own euphoria. His hips stuttered as he bit the girl's ankle, muttering something under his breath about her being a perfect little cum dump.

As they both came down from the peak, he pulled himself from her spent hole, scooping out the mix of liquids onto his fingers and smearing it over her lips.

"C'mon, baby. You know what to do." Without needing anymore instruction, she sucked his fingers clean and licked her lips. Mike's cock almost twitched back to life at that alone. He tugged her underwear back up her thighs, pulling her off the ground and stroking her cheek with his hand. She leaned into it, shutting her eyes.
"Let's get you home. You look like shit…"
The girl scoffed, weakly kneeing him. "Yeah, thanks."
"You should know I think it's hot when you look all fucked out like this." He helped her back into the car, and chuckled softly at the state of her. She was covered in dirt and grass, a mess of cum, spit and tears.
"Huh. Never thought you'd be one for this kinda stuff."
"Well, we got all night for me to show you." He shut her door to walk back to his own.

"…Oh, God…" She groaned, crossing her legs as he settled in and started the car.

The fuck has she gotten herself into now?

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Time couldn’t possibly pass any slower. 
The painful gnawing of hunger had become less dire and more irritating. Calliope couldn’t distract herself if she tried.

So, naturally, off she went to bother Vivienne. 

Viv was splayed out on the bed, half asleep with her phone in her hand. Her braids had gotten messy. Silly, silly girl as always. She’d been tweeting some utter bullshit today, though neither of them were innocent there.

Cal crawled on top of her, rousing her partner’s attention. Viv looked up at her with those big eyes, an instant flush on her cheeks.

”Want to play a game with me?” Calliope uttered devilishly, switching off her soulmate’s phone. She just had to run her fingers through those deep green locks that framed her face. 

“…Okay. Sure.” She yawned, rolling fully onto her back and, Oh, God her hands were touching Cal’s hips — She could have had an aneurysm in that very moment. The purple haired girl had to take a moment to breathe, afraid her heart would punch straight through her tits.

”Yay!” The girl beamed, a certain light in her eyes that was reserved for Vivienne and Vivienne alone. She grabbed a dirty shirt from the end of the bed, tying the sleeves into a makeshift blindfold on Viv’s face. “Okay. You gotta trust me, okay?”

Once Viv had murmured the fourth ‘okay’ in the space of 30 seconds, Cal got to work. There was already a razor on the bed, and a towel too, so she didn’t have to get up. 

She unpacked a blade, gripping it in her fingers. Vivienne’s breathing hitched as Calliope pressed her lips to her rib, feeling the sharp sting of a razor on her arm. A gasp broke free as blood spilled from the wound, Cal going in for a second, third, fourth swipe. Her perfect angel’s skin gaped disturbingly, the sight filling her with dreadful sensuality.

”So pretty like this.” She said, watching as the color returned to her wincing girlfriend’s cheeks. Cal left three more gashes in Viv’s upper arm, dropping the blade off the bed and scooping some blood onto her finger tips. Her other hand worked her partner’s underwear down, and Vivienne helped in the effort by raising her hips.

The girl shivered as she tried to blindly navigate her partner’s movements, crying out when Cal’s fingers pried open her sex. They dipped in a few times, curling against the warm, moist flesh, and then pulled back out to rub the deep red into her clit. 
“Cal,” Vivienne arched her back, lightheadedness hitting her. The loss of blood mixed with the pleasure felt indescribable. It almost made the ecstasy come quicker. “Feels good…” 
“I know, gorgeous. So perfect. I’m so blessed.” Cal replied, shimmying down to take her place of servitude between her Goddess’ legs. Her tongue flattened against the folds, the sent of arousal almost overwhelming, drawing out the passionate noises Vivienne had to offer.

Calliope gathered more blood, lubricating Viv’s clit a little better as she tasted the unholy concoction of her arousal and agony mixing together. She couldn’t get enough of the way Vivienne dripped for her. Vivienne loved to please.

She felt worthy of existence when Calliope was around; especially when Calliope was showing her the light of life like this. Maybe later, she’d pull out their strap.

”Oh, fffuck…” She hissed, fingers tangled against Cal’s scalp, “Sweetheart, I’m close..!” Vivienne whined, hips bucking greedily into the affection. Calliope’s only response was to groan happily, the vibrations increasing the sensation tenfold. The thighs of her obsession closed around her skull, quivering pathetically as she released on her tongue. 

She used her fingers to ride Vivienne out, watching as the clenching ceased. 
“Good. You did so good, Viv.” She crooned, peppering kisses to the inside of her thighs. Vivienne pulled the shirt off her face and used it to slow the bleeding from her arm.

”You didn’t do too bad yourself.” She panted, head lulling back as sleep returned to the corners of her mind.

”…Hey, how many calories do you think that was?”

”Don’t worry about it,” Viv laughed tiredly, ruffling Calliope’s hair as she crawled back on top of her. “pussy omad.”