ALL CHARACTERS OVER 18
Rachel was getting tired of dates.
She had broken up with her boyfriend of two years six months ago. They had met in high school, and while he honoured her request to stay a virgin until marriage, he didn't respect it. Trey was a year older than her, so when he went to college, she made it her mission to get into the same school he was so they could remain together. The school was only a two-hour drive in the same Canadian province, so it made sense.
However, that year of distance proved difficult. While Rachel had more time to focus on school, she got into a routine for her homework that didn't leave much time for FaceTimes with Trey. Meanwhile, his course load, which was packed in its own right, still left Trey to explore dark sexual fantasies online. Be it roleplaying with strangers, watching porn, or reading stories online, Trey wanted to not only have sex, but rough, dominant, and brutal sex, all the time.
They made it through Rachel's senior High School year together, the summer, Rachel's 18th birthday in August, and even moved in together, but broke up by the time November rolled around.
Rachel hadn't seen any trace of Trey since they parted ways for the Christmas break, and Rachel moved in with her friend, Jessica.
She was always a heavier-set girl, but Rachel gained weight after her breakup. However, she was shocked by the number of people who wanted to take her out on dates. In her mind, it was one of the perks of living in a bigger centre.
That said, there were a lot of downsides, too.
In her mind, it seemed every guy Rachel went on a date with had a glaring red flag. She didn't think she was being too picky, but guys who took her on dates that made her uncomfortable seemed the norm.
That included one particular night in April when Rachel's life changed forever.
She was at another overcrowded bar with another guy (Derek? Danny? She couldn't remember) who looked nothing like the pictures he had on Tinder. She was polite and continued the date without saying anything about it. She wasn't listening closely to what he was saying, and honestly, she wasn't that interested. He had a mustache that looked fake, glasses that seemed like they didn't fit, and a horrible outfit choice.
However, unlike the previous three guys she had gone out with, he was nice enough to pay for the meal. As she grabbed her white shawl, which accented her pink blouse and blue jeans, she heard him ask, " Do you mind if I walk you home?"
Usually, Rachel would have said no. But it was late, and while it wasn't a far walk, it wasn't the best neighbourhood. "Sure," she said.
The two took a relatively quiet walk, but he talked most. Rachel listened with one ear only as the other listened to the thoughts screaming in her head.
This was a bad idea.
He's going to try to kiss you.
He's going to ask you out for a second date.
They approached Rachel and Jessica's shared duplex. Rachel turned to him and said goodnight. He didn't make a move; he just replied with a smile and said, "It was great to meet you."
As Rachel walked up the stairs onto the front porch, she felt a pinch in her ass. She stopped, turned around, and saw Danny/Derek smiling with his hands behind him. She suddenly felt very horny. The horniest she had ever been.
"I, uh..." Rachel stammered before bolting to the door. She quickly unlocked it, closed it, and ran for her room.
Did you lock the door?
No time, must touch myself.
Rachel collapsed on her bed with her jeans around her ankles.
Is Jess home?
No, she's gone for the week.
She let out a long moan as she fingered herself. Her mind flashed images of her getting spanked, fucked, tied up, and toyed. A mysterious man was fucking her in this dream-like hallucination. Just as the mysterious voice bellowed, "I'm going to cum," Rachel's orgasm erupted out of her. She didn't stop cumming as she passed out.
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She woke up naked on a cot in a room she didn't recognize.
Wait a second, who
was
she? She couldn't remember. She got up and looked around the room. She found what looked like part of an outfit laid out for her: black fishnet stockings, black high heels, red duct tape, a black collar, and a red ball gag with black straps.
Put it on.
Immediately, she obeyed the voice in her head. The stockings slid on with some effort, the collar snapped into place effortlessly, and the gag fit snugly over her mouth. She stepped into the heels and wobbled a bit before turning to the tape, thoughtlessly taping an 'X' on each of her erect nipples.
Only then did she see the mirror.
Who was
she
?
Her blonde hair was now curled, her makeup on point, and her blue eyes popping from the eye shadow she had never worn before.
Her waist and stomach had shrunk, her tits and ass had grown.
Rachel was gone, but she didn't even remember who that was.
You are a whore.
She believed the voice with every fiber of her being. She was a whore. That was the truth. She was going to prove it.
"Where's my whore?" She heard a male voice call.
He summons you.
She stepped out of the second-floor room. There was a railing right outside the room where she leaned to look down at the main level.
There stood him. He was the sexiest man she had ever seen. He was shirtless but had a mysteriously familiar face that looked chiseled, with black hair and specks of grey. She immediately wiggled her hips in need, breathing heavily through the gag.
"Come to me, whore," he ordered.
She found the stairs and walked slowly with the help of the railing. She was still getting used to the heels. Slowly, she made her way down the spiraling staircase. The wetness of her pussy grew with each step until, finally, she was at the bottom of the stairs, face-to-face with him.
He removed her gag. She fluttered her eyes at his touch.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I am a whore," she mindlessly answered.
"What is your purpose?" He asked.
"To serve and please you, Sir." The name 'Sir' rolled off the tongue for her.
"Good girl," he replied, tapping her ass lightly. She swallowed hard and bit her lip. "I am going to do some unspeakable things to your body, whore."
"Do whatever you want, Sir. I'm all yours," she pleaded.
He clutched her face. After a quick yelp, she looked at him with wide eyes. Her hands were tucked neatly behind her back as his lips met hers. He relaxed his grip, allowing the two to make out until he pulled back and slapped her across the face.
Stunned but thrilled, she looked up at him and smiled.
They kissed again, and he smacked her again. She responded the same way despite the red marks on her face.
His hand reached down for her pussy. "Oh, good girl," he muttered as she felt her wetness. She spread her legs to allow two of his long fingers to enter her pussy. He fingered her slowly at first but built his pace. She moaned loudly, and while the pressure built, she found it hard to cum.
Whores don't cum without permission.
"Please, Sir, may I cum?" She pleaded.
"Yes, you may," he agreed.
She sprayed juices onto his fingers, only for those fingers to end up in her mouth. She obediently sucked her juices off of his fingers.
