Lynna's Online Corruption

"You'll be a whore with no self control and no brain. Just a dumb bimbo for cock. Just like this post and let me into your dms."

That was what it said. Just another post like that. She'd seen them a hundred times before.

I bet he's just talking big and can't do half of what he says he can.

Lynna threw a like his way just to poke him a little and went about her day. It wasn't like she was really looking forward to his reaction. Even if the thought didn't leave her mind for most of the day. Even if she kept looking back towards her phone, checking it again and again.

It wasn't like she was calling anything down on herself. Lynna was a good girl. Always had been. Raised in a proper, formal, and above all normal family. The kind of family that had dinner together every night and refused to talk about anything more exciting than the latest sports results. She had three brothers, one of whom she liked and two of whom existed as a sort of mobile, good-natured pillar as far as she was concerned.

She'd never had a boyfriend. Never had a relationship. Her family wouldn't have approved. Twenty years old and still under the control of her parents. But what else did you expect in a small town like this?

Well, whatever. Let him spew anything he felt like at her. Frankly, she doubted that it would mean much.

That was, until she saw the first message. It arrived with a beep. The sound gave her a start! She imagined that with all the people who'd liked the post, he wouldn't even get around to her.

"Are you naked?"

What kind of question was that? Of course she wasn't naked! Lynna rolled her eyes. She should have expected something as basic as this.

"Of course not."

"You should be," came the reply. "I saw you like my post. Do you want me to tell you how I'd use you?"

He didn't even give her the chance to reply before he launched into it! Fucking typical. Why had she even expected anything different? He was talking about how he'd strip her naked. How he'd put a collar on her. How he'd play with her naked chest, teasing and licking her nipples.

She realised she was breathing a bit heavily. A slight flush danced across her cheeks. Was she actually getting turned on by it? No way!

She looked around, wondering if anyone had seen. But the house was hers today. No one else was here. A tingle twisted in her gut. A slight tremor ran up her legs.

He was still going. Still working. Still describing what he would do to her. It wasn't sex. It wasn't nice, loving, gentle or soft. It was hard and rough. Degrading and humiliating.

He was writing about how he would fuck her, not love her.

Lynna had never known anything like this before. At least. not really. She'd known what the post was about, of course, but to experience...? That was different?

I should close it now. I should just close out of the site and do something else. Decent girls aren't supposed to read things like this.

She was a decent girl. She'd been raised to be one. How could she be anything else? She shouldn't be reading this!

But...

But she couldn't tear her eyes away. There was a lump in her throat. She was breathing fast. Oh god, did she really feel the first hint of wetness between her legs?

The guy was still going! He was talking about how she'd make her kneel in just her panties. her breasts exposed. How he'd pull out his cock. He was describing it in such detail.

She swallowed. Her throat was dry. Her head was pounding. Heat twisted within her like a knife.

One of her hands dipped. It moved slowly down to her skirt, feeling its way under the edge. A full-body twitch exploded through her form when her finger brushed the front of her panties.

She was soaking.

It wasn't like Lynna was some innocent angel. She may not have had a boyfriend, but she'd seen cocks before. She'd watched porn. She knew what they looked like. And now she imagined one right in front of her. She imaged herself kneeling, cold, collared. Her skin puckered and pale. The man's cock in front of her. The tip beaded with arousal.

She imagined opening her mouth as he gripped her head and forced it down her throat.

Fuck!

Why was this turning her on so much? it wasn't supposed to be like this! She was supposed to be better, wasn't she?

How was he still going? He was asking questions now! He wanted to know the size of her tits! Why did men always go for that? She should tell him to shut up. She should tell him that was personal information!

Instead, she answered him. He asked her if she was naked again. She told him no.

Why not?

The words pounded into her. She stared at them like a deer would stare at an oncoming car. They took up her whole world.

"Do it. Strip for me. Take off your top. Take off your bra."

There was no one around. She could do it. She could get away with it. It wasn't like anyone would know!

The air caught in her throat. She trembled as shaking fingers worked at her clothes. Lynna hissed in apprehension, fear and arousal. The top slid free, the silky fabric kissed her skin on parting. Next her bra - her plain, white, boring bra. She'd never done this before. Never undressed for a guy. It didn't matter that the guy wasn't even with her.

He knew she was doing it and that was enough.

Next, he started to tell her of all the ways he'd bring his friends in. Let them use her too. He was detailed, lurid. Telling her how they'd fuck her. How they'd fill her pussy. How they'd cum inside her again and again and again and how she would be punished if she didn't thank them for it every time.

Lynna bit her thumb. The screen dominated her vision and she couldn't look away. Before she even knew it, she had collapsed into one of the chairs in the living room. her tits were out. Her legs were spread.

She was touching herself. Through her panties, her fingers were brushing her pussy. Slow motions. A gradual building of tension coiled through her body like a snake.

All the while, he was still telling her how he would use her. How he could cum over her. Paint her tits. Sign her body. How he'd treat her like a degenerate fuckpet because really, that was what she was.

Why did this turn her on so much? Why couldn't she stop? Her fingers hooked around her panties now, forcing them to the side. The first touch against the throbbing folds of her labia sent a thundering pleasure coursing through her. She had to bite her lower lip not to moan too loudly.

How was this guy doing it to her?

Her body rocked. Her fingers grew more vigorous. Faster now. Little, sparking circles of stimulation. Her toes were curling. Her heart was pounding! If she hadn't had to hold the phone, she'd have been playing with her tits too. Shamelessly masturbating as a man she didn't even know treated her as something less than human.

He told her how he'd fuck her. How he'd make her moan his name. How he'd keep her naked and ashamed. A well-trained pet that never had to wear clothes again. She would never mistake herself for his equal. She'd just be a toy. A thing to fuck and leave dripping and messy. And if she came too? it would only be because she couldn't hold back.

She couldn't hold back right now! Lynna's body grew taut, she writhed in the chair. Her breathing was hard and fast. Little whimpers and gasps worked their way through her clenched teeth. Her fingers rubbed mindless and frantic. Sparkling pleasure leapt and danced!

And then, he asked.

"Are you touching yourself right now, slut?"

Fuck.

Fuck!

She had to lie! She had to pretend that she wasn't! That she was still decent! She had to-

Yes.

Why?

Why had she answered honestly?! Why had she said that? She'd been horny! She hadn't been thinking! She-

He launched into a whole new description. Even more vivid. Telling her how he would make her touch herself for him. How he'd record it. How he'd show it to all her friends and ruin her nice, normal life. By the time he was halfway through, Lynna was back to masturbating. her pleasure rose to a searing crescendo. Her body screamed, her nerves were on fire.

Every word he wrote blazed across her mind. It made her pussy clench with desperate need. Her core fluttered, wanting nothing more than to be filled with something, anything. Her clit was throbbing. She didn't remember feeling this turned on in all of her life!

She had to focus. S-she had to stop...

But how could she stop this? How could she even want to? The pleasure filled her. It crackled and danced between her nerves. It buzzed through her in a razor-edged scream until her toes were curling and her body was throbbing and her mind was drowning!

Fuck, fuck, fuck! She couldn't take it anymore! She threw her spine back, her body arched. The pleasure built into a roaring, screaming finale that crashed through her body.

And she exploded.

The pleasure was so much. So great. The climax so intense. It swept her up. Her moaning cries were high-pitched and desperate. No amount of willpower could keep her quiet now. She felt like she'd been plunged into a churning sea. Her nerves were twitching, her body was writhing.

There was no thought in her mind other than how good it felt.

Then, slowly, so, so slowly, she felt herself coming down to earth. She was a mess. Gasping. Dripping. Her chest heaving. Her arms shook and her face burned with shame at how hard she'd cum.

She saw that the man - the man she didn't even know - had finished his tale now. His storm of writing had died down. it ended with a simple message. A question and a demand.

"Do you want more? Beg for it."

And she knew. At that moment, Lynna knew she was his to keep.