Author's Notes:
I absolutely do not condone non-consensual activities in real life. This is nothing more than fantasies. Like a dirty sex dream. Cheers.
*****
Ruby pulled her panties to the side and found her clit slick and wet with her juices. She rubbed gentle circles around her clit and swallowed against her dry throat. Her face was flushed; her chest heaved as she pulled in shallow breaths. She worked her fingers while her glazed eyes were fixed on the TV screen.
The blindfolded Asian whore on the screen lapped at the stranger's balls greedily, at the same time getting fucked on all fours like a bitch.
"Stick your tongue out,"
the stranger commanded, and the Asian whore did, like a dumb fuck doll who could do nothing but what she was told. Ruby berated the whore in her head, yet her nimble fingers drew even faster circles on her clit. She pulled in a sharp breath when the whore moaned loudly, her face splattered with cum and her rapist fucked her cunt harder.
Ruby continued flicking her engorged clit with one hand, and pinched her nipple with another. She panted, the whore on TV was now sucking her rapist's cock.
Oh, look at her face! She wanted that cock in her mouth!
The cock-swallowing slut masturbated as she got her mouth filled. Ruby moaned and tugged her nipple harder. Her fingers worked faster and faster; when the whore on the TV screen came, her own orgasm coursed through her body. "Ah! Ah!...fuck...
Dylan
...aah..." She gasped as her body spasmed uncontrollably.
Ruby breathed deeply as her body calmed. Her pussy twitched, staining the bedsheet with her wetness.
She had received the tape in the mail a week after their last encounter, but he'd never shown up again. It'd been a month, and Ruby wondered if he ever would. She still dreamed of the pain and pleasure...and she'd wake up in an orgasm from grinding against the pillow in her sleep.
But largely, she had accepted the end of their erotic encounter.
Ruby twisted the bedsheet in her hand and kept her vibrator on her clit as her second orgasm rolled over her body. Her eyes rolled back and her legs shook intensely with the vibrator torturing her over-stimulated clit. "Oh my God..." She moaned weakly, out of breath, and turned off her vibrator. She shut down her TV, dazed and exhausted. Could she have guessed the humiliating footages of her rape would become her most arousing porn material?
Feeling numb and depressed, she shook her head to clear it and aimlessly swiped on her phone for distraction.
"Missing Youth Soccer Team Found Alive."
"Men Berated in racist rant caught on camera." She snorted.
"A New Face for the Democratic Party."
"College Fraternity Shut Down over Nudes Scandal."
A small frown appeared on Ruby's face. She stared at the screen, the gears in her brain slowly clicking.
"Are...are you sure?" the scrawny, inexperienced nerd asked her again.
"Yes, I am," she replied. She unbuttoned his shirt, and traced a finger down his sensitive bare chest. She brought his hand to her breast, and his breath hitched in his throat. There was no bra under her blouse. Her soft breast felt heavenly, and her nipple poked at his hand. His erection was painful in his jeans.
"I...uh...I really like you, since high school." He laughed nervously, his face turning red behind those thick glasses.
"Do you want a blow job?" She whispered in his ear.
He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "Y...y...yeah..."
She smiled up sweetly at him and took off his shirt, then she unbuckled his belt, and pulled his jeans down. She went on her knees; her eyes lingered on his face. Even then, she still looked so innocent! He must be gentle with her. She traced the outline of his hard cock through his briefs with a finger. He shuddered and made a surprised noise.
When she pulled his briefs down, sticky white cum had already stained the inside.
"Oh my god! He came!" She shouted.
The door opened without warning and a group of people barged in. He recognized most of them. They all went to the same college and they frequently made fun of him. For being skinny. For being awkward. For being nerdy. For being not cool.
He turned away and fumbled with his pants hurriedly, but it was already too late. They had their phones out, howling and wolf-whistling. "Seriously?" "You came already?!" "Oh my god did you even fuck?" "Yo I got a good pic! You can see his junk!"
Ruby laughed and joined the group. "I didn't even do anything--not that I was going to--" she rolled her eyes, "and he came!" "Ew, did it get on you?" "Ew, no!"
Tears stung his eyes. He had his head down, grabbed his shirt and pushed past the crowd to the door. They shoved him around. "Yo I'll tag you on Facebook." "Stupid idiot, Facebook doesn't allow dick pics." "Seriously though did you think you were gonna fuck Ruby?"
He went to school the next day and found his nudes and some notes in his locker. "LOSER." "One Zero Pump Chump." "Here's a mirror for you." He emptied out his locker and didn't go to school since.
Ruby stared at the screen still even when it turned black.
No fucking way
. She went to her bookshelf and dug out her old high school yearbook. She flipped through the pages and finally found him. The thin nerdy kid with thick glasses, a full head of long wavy hair, and an awkward smile.
Keith D. Moore,
it said below the picture. She tried to visualize the kid in her head. Then she took off his glasses, cut his hair short, gave him a short beard, bulked him up, and added 10+ years to his age.
"Keith...Dylan...Moore..." At last, everything made sense to her. Why he hated her, why he used her sexual pleasure against her, why he humiliated and degraded her...because she had done the exact same thing to him.
***
Ruby was a heavy sleeper, Dylan knew that from stalking and spying on her for months. She also liked to sleep naked.
He'd been debating himself for the past month.
Let it go,
he'd told himself. He'd already gotten his revenge. He'd used and humiliated her in many ways, and made her
like
it. That was the closure he'd wanted. Now he should let it go and finally find someone worth his time.
Yet he found himself in her bedroom again tonight. He switched on her lamp and saw her sleeping form. Her vibrator lay on her bedside table, and the ejected disc was still on the CD player.
She's been masturbating to it?
The thought made his cock harden quickly, so he gave in to his desire and set up the video camera.
He carefully and gently tied her wrists together with a rope, and then tied them to the headboard over her head. He moved her blanket down to reveal her breasts, her nipples instantly turning hard from rubbing against the sheet.
He brushed her nipple with his knuckles, and she moaned in her sleep. She had really sensitive tits, and Dylan enjoyed every moment of teasing, toying, and abusing them. He took the ruler from her pencil holder, and traced her nipples lightly with it. Small, incoherent noises came from Ruby. Unlike their asleep owner, her nipples hardened into peaks and begged for more attention. His mouth got dry from the erotic sight, and he spanked her nipple with the ruler.
She gasped and opened her eyes, panicked to find her hands tied and ready to scream. Dylan covered her mouth with a hand. "Shhh..."
Ruby blinked her eyes in the dim room, and saw the face that had haunted her in her dreams for the entire month. Her struggles stopped; he took his hand away and resumed smacking her tits.
She didn't bother to hold back her moans. She mewled sweetly as he smacked her tits one after another with the ruler. Sometimes he dragged the ruler ever so lightly across her nipples; sometimes he spanked her plump breasts; sometimes he smacked her nipples hard. Ruby clenched her fists and writhed in pleasure. She felt her pussy juice soaking her panties and she pushed her chest out for more.
