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Hey all, so I’ve been struggling a bit more lately to get chapters of Wicked Games out. I know there’s been a lot of interest in the various sex scenes I allude to but cut away from, so I’ve decided to start intermittently publishing extended versions of those truncated sex scenes to keep the content stream coming while I work on the main chapters. Today we’re doing the full version of Rose fucking Dylan and Chris back in Chapter 2.

This work contains nonconsensual, rough, painful sex. Proceed with caution.

*

They didn’t have to drag Chris very far, his room was right across the hall from where he’d passed out, but Dylan was tired, and by the time they dragged him through the door, he had no interest in hoisting him onto the bed. “Eh, fuck it. The fatass can sleep on the floor.”

“Fine by me,” Rose shrugged. “Hey, you got a sharpie?”

“Why?”

“It’s a tradition, ain’t it? We should draw on him,” she said, big grin.

“I think he’s got some… yeah, right here on his desk.” He grabbed two, and handed one to Rose.

Dylan drew Chris a big monobrow and a stupid cowboy moustache, and wrote “lightweight” across his forehead. He noticed that Rose had pulled his pants down a little and seemed to be literally just drawing on his ass. When he took a look at her handiwork she had drawn a bunch of arrows pointing toward his asshole, with messages like, “Insert penis here”, “dicks go here”, and so on.

She put an arm around Dylan and said, “Masterpiece!”

Dylan grinned, “You had one joke.”

“A good one! Hey, he got any duck tape?”

Dylan got up to grab some off the desk. Rose went to work taping over his mouth, and wrapping it around his arms, tying them together behind his back, then binding his legs together with it.

“What’s the point of that?” Dylan asked.

“A, to freak him the fuck out when he wakes up,” Rose said as she finished with the legs. “B, once he’s up you can mess with him, be like, ‘oh yeah dude you had crazy bondage sex with this lady, she just vanished.’ See if he’ll buy it.” She grinned. “My little gift to you.”

Dylan smiled at her disbelievingly. “You know, you’re a lot less drunk than you were playing at.”

“Wow,” she said wryly, “you saw right through me.”

“Yeah, well,” he said with a smirk, “I’ve always been insightful about women.”

“Of course you have.”

“You messed up when you started acting like you were blackout drunk, not remembering having kissed Valerie after the bathroom. Ever since then you’ve been obviously more cogent than that.” He shrugged. “Those meatheads probably wouldn’t notice, but a student of human nature like myself…”

“That your major then?” Rose raised an eyebrow. “Human nature?”

“Economics. So, basically.”

“Mmm.”

“You got a major?”

Rose laughed. “I flunked out. Stayed around because a college town is a good place to be when you’re young and pretty and never wanted to do anything except sin.” Her eyes flashed wickedly at him.

“I bet,” said Dylan, almost admiringly.

She put up a beckoning finger. “Come here.”

He sat down on the floor in front of her. She wrapped one arm around him, and with the other was sliding a single finger up and down his chest. “Do something for me?”

“Sure.”

“Could you,” she paused, “fuck his asshole for me? So I can watch?”

He jumped like he’d received an electric shock.

“What the fuck?”

“Come on, it says ‘insert penis here’ right on him,” she grinned. Shot him an intense pleading look. “I know you want to.”

“I can assure you I do not.”

“Hey, it’s not gay if you’re doing it for a girl right?”

Despite himself, he grinned at that. Shaking his head he said, “You’re crazy.”

“Ohhh, I’m positively psychotic!” she declared. She gave him a big lick on the side of the face. He gasped at that. “They’ve been trying to put me away for years,” she continued, “but they’ve never been able to do it.” Then, softly, into his ear, “Wanna know a secret?”

“Y-yeah, absolutely,” he said.

“I put something in Chris’ drink,” she said, giggling. “It was me. You said you knew no one did, but I did!”

“Damn,” Dylan said, a little perturbed. “What was it?’

“He’ll be fine,” she said, as if that settled it.

“Like, why?”

“To mess with him,” she grinned.

“Were you serious about me fucking him?”

“If I say yes, would you do it?” She was still grinning, but her eyes were dead serious, commanding.

He had to look away. Looking down at her body, he said, “I’d rather fuck you.”

“Well,” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear, “obviously.”

He chanced to put a hand on her shoulder. “God, I bet you’re a demon in the sack.”

“Oh, I’m a demon all over,” she said, eyes burning with lust. “People’s cars, public parks, bathroom stalls… the dreams of every man I meet.”

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he said, and moved in for a kiss.

She pulled her mouth away. “Be careful what you wish for.” She grinned and bit at her lip. “Hey, you know you innovia escort lost the challenge right? You chickened out of one of my fantasies before I did for one of yours.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“I’ll let it slide,” she said, “as long as you do everything else I ask of you.”

He knew it was a bad idea, but he could help himself. “Absolutely.”

She stroked the back of his head. “Call me Mistress,” she purred.

“Mistress,” he breathed, and, God, he liked saying it.

“Mmm. Get on Chris’ bed. Lie on your back.”

“Yes Mistress,” he said, and scrambled to comply.

Seconds later she was on the bed straddling him, peeling her shirt off. Her tits flopped out. He gasped at that.

“Mmm, like ’em?”

He nodded vigorously, “Yes Mistress!”

“Then suckle.” His head moved in, but she caught him roughly by the hair. “Be reeeeal gentle though.”

He nodded. He sucked, very gently, on her left nipple. She moaned a little at that, probably performative but Dylan didn’t care. She ground her crotch against his as he sucked. In seconds his dick was hopelessly hard.

After a while she pulled herself away, and went down to undo his belt. With one swift motion, she yanked his dress pants and boxers down around his ankles. Looking him right in the eye she gave his cock a long single lick from the base to the tip, milking a shuddering gasp from his lips, then moved back up toward his face.

“Want more?”

He nodded desperately, “Yes Mistress!”

“Then suck my other titty.”

And he did. She was still astraddle him, but now sat on his lower stomach. He thrust desperately, just barely able to scrape his cock against the back of her ass. After a while her hips started moving too, more of her ass rubbing against his cock, grinding her pussy into his stomach.

Wait. Wait no, that wasn’t a pussy.

Oh.

Fuck.

“What’s the matter?” she grinned, noticing he’d pulled his face away from her tit. He looked up at her stricken, unspeaking. “Oh, you feel something in my pants? It’s nothing to worry about,” and she pulled her pants down enough for her massive cock to flop out on his chest. “It’s just my dick.”

He struggled to get away, but she caught his hands and held them against the bed. Too late, he realized how much stronger she was than him.

“What are you?” he whispered, eyes wide.

“I told you,” she said, taunting singsong, “I’m a demon.” She rubbed her dick on his shirt. “All over…”

“I don’t want this,” he said.

“But you TOLD me,” she was suddenly growling, ripping the sides of his dress shirt apart, popping his top button off, “you would do EVERYTHING,” pop went another button, “I ASKED of you.” Pop pop pop went the rest of the buttons. His torso was fully exposed. “You’re not going to be a sore loser on me are you? Heh. Well you’re about to be sore, anyway.”

Dylan mouthed hopelessly. He wanted desperately to say something clever, something clever enough to gain control of the situation. But he couldn’t think of anything remotely adequate.

“We’re a lot alike, you know. That’s why we clicked so hard.” She grinned down at him, something in her eyes almost like fondness. “I too am cursed with desires…” she rubbed her dick back and forth on his chest again, “that most men wouldn’t fulfill without me resorting to, what did you say? Oh yeah,” her eyes lit up with hellfire, “Primal methods.” She leaned down and licked him up his shuddering face. “I’m just like you. Let me show you what you’re like.”

With that, she rolled Dylan’s body over so he was laying on his stomach, his ass facing her. She greedily grabbed his cheeks with both hands. He felt her sliding her cock up and down along his crack.

“So tell me,” Rose said, leaning her body down so it was pressed against his back, “how did you do it when you took that girl’s ass, huh? Did you take your time with it, or just ram it into her?”

“Please,” he gasped. He realized he was already sobbing. How undignified.

“Tell me how you did it,” she said, and she licked her finger, “I like to hear people’s stories.”

He struggled for a moment to find his voice. “Well,” he managed, “I tried to just- oh!” He felt her wet finger rub the outside of his hole.

“Go on,” she said, in a low, eager voice.

“I tried to just ram it in,” Dylan continued, “but I didn’t get too far, it was really dry, lots of friction, so I think I just got part of the head in. And she, you know, already reacted really badly, crawled away really fast, was like, ‘No! I’m not into that!'”

She ran a hand through his hair. “And how did that make you feel?”

“Kind of mad, I dunno, disrespected, frustrated.” He noted that thinking about this memory had stopped him crying. How odd. He was still afraid, still tense.

“So what did you do?”

“I dunno, I just grabbed her, held her down and made her take it. It took me a while to get it all the way in.”

“Yeah, that’ll happen,” she said. He felt ipsala escort her running her hand back and forth along her cock. She licked her hand again and got back to stroking. “If you want to ram it in quickly, it really helps a lot to have even just a little lubrication. Like so.”

With that, she pressed her cock against his asshole and, in a single terrible thrust, buried it to the base inside him.

He yelped, a high-pitched noise of pain. His asshole was on fire, all at once he was hurting in a way he’d never experienced, never even imagined possible. His body tried to get away, but her hand was still on his hair and she yanked it to hold him in place.

“See,” she said, a smug grin on her face, “I put some saliva on my cock and your hole, and it went right in. Now, additional preparation is required if you want to avoid it hurting like a son-of-a-bitch.” She jabbed it into him a few times, stretching his hole uncomfortably, causing him to let out a few pained little whines. “But I like when it hurts.” She slid her cock out slowly and then suddenly rammed it in again.

He let out a loud, broken, “Ah-ah-ah-ah!” noise. He heard her suck air in through her teeth, a deep, excited inhalation, and she began driving her cock in and out of him, harder, faster. He writhed under her, gripped the bed sheets in front of him to try and pull himself away from her, shook his body back and forth to maybe buck her off, but to no avail. She grabbed his wrists and effortlessly yanked his arms back, forcing them down against the sides of his body. Holding his arms in place with her elbows, she moved her hands up to grip at his shoulders, long nails digging into them as she pressed down on him, holding him in place while her cock kept rising out of him and plunging back in, the terrible rhythm unchanging. Still, he tried to wriggle away, but it was hopeless, he was trapped in her grip, all resistance overcome.

She put her mouth right up against his ear and whispered, “Hmmm, you’re a fighter, aren’t you? I love it.” She bit down on the cartilage of his ear, hard, and gave him a few particularly sharp thrusts. He had been able to keep quiet for a little bit, but this made him start yelping again. Right in his ear, he heard her satisfied, “Mmmm,” noise, then she pulled her mouth off his ear to start giving him sharp little bites around his neck and jaw as she fucked, fucked, fucked him.

“So how do you think this compares to what you did to that poor girl, huh? Think she liked it better or worse than you like this?” she asked, wicked grin on her voice.

“I- AH! I don’t know,” he said, realizing when he talked that he was close to sobbing again.

“I tell you what,” she said, “I think it was probably worse for her than for you. Boys get some pleasure from being assfucked because of the prostate. GIrls not so much. So really, you’re probably enjoying this more than she did.”

“No… no…” he moaned.

“Oh yeah, baby. How does it make you feel, knowing that you did something as bad as what’s happening to you now to someone else?” No reply, so she asked again, sharp, punishing thrust on each word, “How! Does! It! Make! You! Feel!?”

And at that started the tears again. “Like I’m a monster,” he sobbed.

“Mmmm, yeah you’re a monster baby. And tonight, you’re my little monster. Heh heh. I’m gonna carve you up and stitch you back together, I’m gonna remake you baby.”

“Is it… is it going to get easier to deal with?” he asked, desperately hoping the answer was yes.

Instead she just said, “Not if I can help it,” and plunged her cock into him again.

By now she was withdrawing her cock fully and driving it all the way in on each thrust, much too fast, and Dylan was fully shouting from the pain, loud “ARGH! ACK! ACK!” noises in time with her thrusts. She stuffed his head into the bed, hand pressing down on his temple, hard.

“Hey, hey! Quiet down! Do you wanna draw an audience, is that what you want, everyone to see you get fucked?” She took a deep breath. “I bet that is what you want. You’re a little exhibitionist freak, aren’t you, you want all the other brothers to come up here and see what a depraved little bottom slut you are, don’t you?”

“No,” he sputtered, weakly.

“Hmm, do you really think they’d help, if they saw you? No way, dude. Mmm,” she ran her other hand down his spine to rest on his buttock, grabbing it roughly, “your body looks so good with a cock going up your ass, you know that? If they saw you, they’d all think the same, they’d all know, this is where you belong, under a big cock, getting fucked. They’d probably all wanna join in, honestly. Once they saw you getting fucked, that’s all they’d see you as, something to fuck.”

He shook his head, “No, no…”

“Oh yes, baby. This is what you are now. This is all you are.” She thrust hard into him, and he cried out loudly again.

“Goddamn, so much noise, you must really want them to fuck you, huh? But I don’t wanna share.” She pulled herself off of him iskenderun escort and out of him for a second and rolled his body over so that he was on his back, his cock standing up. She towered over him. She reached for his cock and gave it a squeeze.

“Damn, you’re really hard, dude. This must be an extremely erotic experience for you, huh?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know why it’s hard, I’m not into this.”

She gave his cock a stroke. He gasped. “I don’t believe you,” she said, smirking. “But hey, if it’ll quiet you down a little, I’m gonna play with your cock while I fuck you, and that’ll make it better for you, sound good?”

He shook his head again. “No, no, please, don’t…”

“Stopping now isn’t an option,” she said, lifting his legs up, propping them on her shoulders so she had access to his hole. “We aren’t done yet.” She lined her cock up against his ass and drove it back in, keeping her hand on his cock the whole way. “Hmmm, that’s a little better, isn’t it?”

Despite himself, he nodded. “A little,” he admitted.

“Yeah. I’ve got you now. I’m gonna make you cum, baby,” she said, smirking down at him.

“Ah! Ahhhh! No you’re not, I’m not gonna cum,” he said, but, dammit, he did feel better. With her hand on his cock, even being fucked felt better. He could hear it in his voice, in the sounds he made. God, just a minute ago he’d felt so battered, broken down, but this was almost… soothing.

Part of it, maybe, was now he was actually staring at Rose again. Despite everything, she was still breathtakingly hot to him, her pretty face, her evil grin, her green eyes burning with malicious delight, towering over him, using him, making him hers. He knew he could give himself to this feeling but no, no, no, he shouldn’t like this, he was a man, he was supposed to do the fucking, this wasn’t right, none of the other guys could ever respect him again if they knew, this wasn’t what he wanted to be.

He was so confused, didn’t know what to feel. He started sobbing again.

“Ohhh, poor baby,” Rose said, mockingly. “You’re loving this, don’t pretend you aren’t.”

He shook his head. “No I’m not.”

This seemed to make her angry. “No?” She grabbed his face roughly. “I think you’re lying to me, boy. I don’t like that.” She started fucking him harder, and when he opened his mouth to make an “Ah!” noise, she stuck her thumb into his mouth, the nails of her other fingers digging little scratches into his cheeks. Her other hand was still working away on his cock. “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway, you’re gonna take it whether you like it or not. Yeah, yeah, you’re my little bitch and you’re gonna take it, take it, take it…”

She seemed to be getting herself more excited, pushing herself closer to a climax. And, despite himself, the uptick in her intensity working away at him was getting him close too.

He knew it was a mistake before the words left his lips, but through the sobs he said, “Please, please, don’t make me cum, I don’t wanna…”

She perked up at that. “Oh! Oh are you getting close? I thought all you boys thought about was cumming, what’s the problem?”

He couldn’t bear the thought of cumming from her fucking him, so emasculating, so pathetic. But he couldn’t get away from her, and she kept getting him closer. “Not like this, not like this…” he moaned.

“Aw, what, do you think if you cum from this it’ll make you a little pervert faggot, huh? Is that your problem?” Rose asked, eyes burning, and with a hard thrust into his ass and a tight squeeze of his cock she pushed him over the top.

It was intense in a way no orgasm had ever been, all consuming, for a few glorious seconds no thought was possible, just pure sensation, his ass tightening convulsively around her cock, cum gushing from him, splashing all over Rose as her face broke into a triumphant grin, a triumphant grin that soon had a streak of cum going across it. In the throes of his climax, he felt himself thrust his hips into her cock to get it to go a little deeper. He saw Rose’s eyes light up when she registered him doing that, and she said, “Tell you what, I think you’re right. You are a little pervert faggot.” Her eyes were lit up with a wicked glee. Cum kept shooting out of him, the orgasm just kept going, and he had the thought, well, guess I am, guess this is my life now. He felt as though his life was over, that he’d been ruined.

He knew he was nearing the end of the orgasm. Surely Rose could tell that too. But she wasn’t slowing down her thrusts, not even slowing her hand down on his cock. And even though he was finished, there was this evil glint in her eye that felt… anticipatory. A second later and all the sensations of her fucking him were very slightly completely intolerable, and a second after that they were completely completely intolerable.

He made pleading eyes at her, a reproachful little “Ah!” noise. She didn’t stop. She sped up. He went “Ah!” again, she just got faster. Oh God. He was yelping from each thrust now, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, hands gripping hard at the bedsheets, all his muscles tensed in a full-body cringe. His ass felt horribly raw and sore and dry and tender right now, but she was fucking it as mercilessly as ever, and she was using both her hands now to twist back and forth on his sensitive cock. Torture. Pure torture.

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