Leah's Destruction

I stepped outside of the crowded venue with the flowing crowd, the brisk spring air replaced the sticky humidity from the packed venue. I was supposed to go with a friend--who liked the headliner more than I did, honestly--but she canceled on me last minute. I was already on the train over, so I thought fuck it, why not, and that one single "fuck it" was the beginning of my life's downward spiral.

After a few minutes of checking the time, train status, bank account balance et cetera, I stood around the corner from the entryway and lit up a cigarette, puffing it nice and slow. Once I looked around, I noticed the area had thinned out considerably despite the sold out show. I wandered back around to the other side of the building and saw the headliner chatting jovially with some fans who all looked like 19 year old NEETs. To be expected, I suppose...

I knew as soon as I entered the building earlier that I stood out in the crowd. At this point, I was a stable 22 year old woman, living happily with my fiance, working full time, and getting my bills paid, the old fashioned way. My fashion sense has been a bit "edgy" since middle school, but I'd toned it down considerably once I entered the workforce, naturally. That day, I probably looked like a mysterious young woman who had strong opinions about what "emo" really means. I certainly wasn't the cartoon eyeliner and Temu fishnets kind of e-girl that populated most of the audience, as cute as they were. Physically, I couldn't help but stand out despite my fashion sense -- I'm a 5'10" woman with 32H tits, 30" waist, 42" hips, and an ass that won't quit. I'm fair skinned with off-black hair, plush pink lips, and not quite model hot, but attractive in a mysterious, evil, alluring way. Not by choice, I guess, but I wouldn't change it.

The heeadlining artist, Baby something or other, as I knew him then, was about my height and visibly toned. His face had a balance of soft and strong features, and even then--especially then--I found him incredibly attractive. He often wore wife beater tanks, ridiculous beanies, and wire framed glasses, and I couldn't help but notice he loved to go commando in the silly videos he posted online. His whole branding was not my thing at all--he was obnoxiously geeky, anime, cosplay and all, and his songs were so objectifying and sexist. For some reason, I was still hooked--the beats were offensively catchy, and every nasty line about fucking a woman's throat gave me goosebumps. I honestly hadn't had a celebrity crush since middle school, but there was a degrading eroticism in his words that spoke to my most animalistic self.

I stood in the shadows, maybe 20 feet from him, finishing my smoke, when his bigger fans started to leave, one by one. A hit of absolute gall struck me like lightning, and I approached him almost against my will, like my body was leading my head. "Hey, I really enjoyed your set tonight, that was awesome. I'm Leah," I smiled to him... flirtatiously? He beamed back at me "Thank you, thank you, that was probably the best show of the tour. Best for last, right? My name's Alex." He reached out to shake my hand, he was unexpectedly charming and humble. I was radiating sex, and I couldn't help it, it just steered our light chitchat in a flirty direction. For better or for worse, that's just my nature.

"I'm actually having a party back at my hotel, just a little something to celebrate the last night of tour. I still need a date for it, if you'd like to join me." He really pushed it with this one... date? Ugh. I felt a singe of guilt in my gut for agreeing to this while my fiance slept in our bed, but... "Of course, I'd love to."

I was really looking forward to a party, I'd had a couple seltzers at the show and could really go for some drugs and dancing, as one does. He opened the door to the car he called for me, suspiciously gentlemanly, and got nice and cozy next to me. The steamy small talk continued and he put his hand on my thigh like it was nothing while he showed me something on his phone. The rush of something new, and doing something I shouldn't, it made my pussy leak. "You cold?" He murmured against my neck while he thumbed my hard nipple through my (admittedly thin) tank top. What a horrible time for the car to arrive at the hotel... I couldn't even respond to him before he thanked the driver and walked me to the elevator.

He stood uncomfortably close to me, backing me against the wall in the confined space, and pulled a vial out of his pocket. "Here, have a bump of this," he said as he offered me a bump of shimmery white powder on a tiny spoon. I was already impressionable, how could I say no to drugs shoved in my face? I covered my other nostril and sniffed, and bliss washed over me instantly. My skin tingled and the world seemed brighter, but... my pussy was throbbing out of control. This was not the blow I was used to, this was the gates of hell. As we exited the elevator on the top floor and entered his hotel room, I could hear the chatter of people and music. His friends cheered as he walked in and I could feel some eyes boring into me. It seemed like he was late to his own function, and everyone was already partying. His best friend spoke to him briefly out of earshot and introduced himself to me. "Hey, I'm Matt! Leah, do you like tequila?" He asked, smiling and holding out a clear drink for me. "Of course, thanks," I chuckled and accepted the drink, hoping to calm some nerves. I sipped on it and identified it to be a typical tequila soda, but they definitely used some top shelf and pellegrino. Alex introduced me to some of his friends with his hand on the small of my back, and I blushed from the drugs and being paraded around like a trophy.

We finally sat down on a couch with some of his closer friends--well, he sat down, and pulled my hips down on top of his lap. I was too stunned to decline this advance, so I just went along with it, and he ran his hand up my thigh, under my mini skirt. It was the right place to not look suspicious, but also to ensure that his fingertips stroked my skin less than an inch away from my clit. This was a perfect storm for trouble, and I knew that I was dripping through my tiny thong down onto his legs. I was both thrilled and pissed that I wore a skirt so short that my bare ass was pressed on him, now I couldn't get up without my wet spot showing. I was so nervous, and I needed another drink. "Alex, you thirsty?" I asked, pointing to his empty glass. He started to say yes, and I cut him off, "I'll get us another round," as I stood up and walked away, letting him see how he made my pussy soak through to a small spot on his pants. As I approached the minibar, Matt smirked at me like he knew something I didn't. "These drinks are good, huh? It's my special recipe," he giggled and passed me two more glasses. "Thanks, Matt," I smiled sheepishly back. When I returned to Alex, he was leaned forward with his arms on his legs, and swiftly moved back so I could take my seat on him again. I handed him his drink, "Gotta stay hydrated," he smirked at me, knowingly, before sipping his booze. He gripped my hipbone with his other hand and I felt like I walked into a trap. It was thrill and dread swirling inside me, I didn't know how to get out of this situation, or if I really even wanted to.

After an hour or so of light teasing, playful discussion, drinks, and lines, people started to filter out and the night came to a close. I turned to him, "I guess that's my cue to get going?" But he grabbed my wrist tightly and actually laughed in my face before I could try to get up. "You're funny, Leah. You're not going anywhere," he declared with a grim confidence, not even looking at me. He took my other hand and gripped both of my wrists behind my back in one hand, using the other to wave goodnight to the last of his guests. Right as the door closed behind them, he pushed me hard onto the floor in front of him. I was definitely under the influence, but I still could not believe what just happened. I tried to push myself back up, muttering a quick "What the fuck..." under my breath, but he was locking the door to the suite with a key and tucking it away somewhere unknown to me. He turned back around and on seeing me try to get up, pushed me onto my back and held me down with his boot on my chest.

"I know you want this, but you're scared. So I'm going to do you a favor and not give you a choice," he growled at me like an animal and dropped to his knees, straddling me. He pulled my torso up by a fistful of my hair and held a bottle to my lips, "Here, drink this. It'll help you loosen up," he said as he practically waterboarded me with about a shot of tequila. He swapped out the bottle for the little white vial and visibly shuddered as I took a bump, stunned and terrified. "God, you're perfect. I can't wait to ruin you," he whispered as though he was just thinking out loud. I was actually floored and could not believe what just came out of his mouth, "Ruin me...?" I asked meekly. I was normally a strong enough person, but his ruining was already well underway. He didn't even respond, just laughed condescendingly. He stood up, kicked my chest back down, and fished for something in a small bag tucked next to the couch. "Stay put, bitch," he commanded, and I felt tears well up in my eyes.

This man could be a serial killer for all I know, and those fears weren't helped by the shears he pulled out of his bag. He got back down to my level and began cutting through my clothes, ripping them crudely and impatiently off of me. "What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, as though I was really drawing a line. "I'm not gonna wrestle you out of them like a toddler," he laughed and shook his head, but his face slowly dropped into a stare as he saw my bare chest. He pinned my wrists just above my head on the floor, and ran his hand over my tits, running circles over my nipples with his thumb. "Jesus Christ, you're stunning," he whispered once again, and I cried out suddenly while arching my back into his palm. The drugs he fed me must have been some kind of mystical aphrodisiac, or maybe it was just the teasing, anticipation, and fear. He smiled in awe down at me, almost tenderly, and continued to grope me with extra attention and teasing to my over sensitive nipples. "Oh my god... Please...!" I cried out for him, begging indiscriminately for something. I didn't know if I was asking him to stop or to give me more, but he decided for me when he leaned down and took my one nipple in between his teeth, still pinching, pulling, and twisting the other, all while never taking his hand off my wrists. He flicked his tongue over me and hummed while my chest rose up towards him. "Please, stop, I can't do this Alex," I begged with a sudden clarity, just as I felt the first of many tears run down the side of my face.

"Oh, you can't do this? You want me to stop?" He asked incredulously and took his hand off of my breast. He leaned back and moved his hand under my skirt, pressing two fingers against my hole through my soaked panties. "No..." he said simply and shook his head, removing his hand to grab the scrap that used to be my shirt. He tied my wrists in a tight enough knot that he could freely touch me without my fighting back. "Please, my fiancé's home waiting for me, I have work tomorrow," I pleaded with him, thankfully lying about work the next day. "Don't worry about that, baby, I can take care of you. I'm sure your little boyfriend is sound asleep right now," he smirked down, moving down on my body to cut through my skirt. He pressed his thumb on my clit through my soaked thong and rubbed it rhythmically, glaring into my eyes with that unknowable evil inside him. I bit my lip to try and hold back any noise, but it was fruitless when I squeaked and writhed against him anyways. For the first time, I really glanced down at his groin and noticed the outline of his package. It looked enormous, distended, and angry, like it was going to rip his pants. I was interrupted by his thumb pressing its way into my mouth, "Taste yourself, baby, you're so hot and wet right now... I know you need this. After you left a puddle of yourself on my pants, I couldn't let you get away with that."

I could feel the growing heat radiating from him, and he returned his attention back to my needy cunt. With an intense focus on his face, he slowly, agonizingly slowly, ripped through my thong with only his hands. His eyes rolled back when he saw my naked, glistening pussy, hot pink and begging for him. They darted between it and my terrified face while he pressed his two middle fingers against my entrance. "We don't have to do this Alex," I whimpered, trying to bargain with this sadist to not penetrate me, at least not with those rings on. "No, baby, I do," he said in a trance, as he sunk his fingers deeper in me, his rings dragging on my inner walls as I felt his knuckles press into my labia. My cunt spasmed and squeezed around him involuntarily when he bottomed out in me. I so badly wanted to hide how good he felt, and how bad I needed him, so that I'd have a better chance of getting out of there in one piece, but it was already too late. He began to slowly move his fingers in and out of me and I gave in as he pressed hard against my insides. "Are my rings hurting you, baby?" He asked me gently, looking into my soul through my eyes. "Yes, they hurt..!" I choked out, but he didn't say a word, he didn't even look me in the eyes when he stuck another finger in me and moved them harder, deeper inside me. His strong hands bruised my entrance while his rings scraped my tender flesh. I moaned and cried for him, for the brutal fucking he gave me to warm me up. "Please, Alex, it really hurts, I can't take any more!" I begged through tears, but he only went faster and deeper, hitting my sweet spot every time. "You can take it, just a little bit more for me," and after another minute of this pussy torture, he slowed down and pulled out of me. He crawled up to straddle my chest, his heavy erection weighing on me, and forced his fingers into my mouth, all the way down my throat. "Here, taste yourself," he growled, not giving me the choice. After finger fucking my throat for a brief moment, he stood up over me and began undoing his belt.

"It's my turn now," he declared, more evil than before. I was terrified, because the one thing I love more than anything in the world is sucking cock, and that's how he could absolutely break me. He took off his pants and I got a better look at him, his cock was petrifying and I had no idea what he was going to do to me, with all nine inches of it. Once he got his boxer briefs off, I got to see his huge, heavy balls, too, completing his uncut, threatening package. He sat back on the edge of the couch, and pulled me up by my hair. His cock head was at eye level, and dripping precum steadily down. He seemed to be enjoying the view of me on my knees, wrists bound, faced with his massive length, because he didn't fuck my mouth right away. "Kiss it, whore," he commanded with a new brutality. I hesitated, my head spinning from it all, and in response he took his cock in his other hand and slapped my cheek with it, "I said kiss it, you fucking whore!" He barked again. I blinked up at him and leaned in, kissing first against his slit and covering my lips with precum. I licked it off my lips and, like poison, it began to transform me from a helpless damsel to a cum-hungry whore. I planted more wet, juicy kisses on him, all over his tip first, then down his length, and on his balls. "Oh yeah, just like that... keep going," he said, relaxing into his position. I swirled my tongue around his salty, precum-soaked tip and felt his immense heat, while he groaned over me.

Giving a blowjob was something I wanted to savor, teasing wasn't even my goal, I just wanted to take my sweet time every step of the way. I slowly, slowly dragged my wet tongue up and down his shaft and swirled it around both balls, making him shudder and moan in an instant. I finally took his uncut tip into my mouth, only to just leave it there and run my tongue all over it. Having his cock in my face made my mouth water, and I was ready to forget about everything except pleasing him with my wet mouth. In my new trance, I took him deeper, until I had half of his thick shaft in my mouth poking at the back of my throat. I moaned dramatically on it, and he joined me, "Fuck, baby, you are SUCH a dirty slut... moaning on Daddy's cock already," he threw his head back and gripped my hair just a bit tighter. I couldn't help myself, he felt so good in my mouth, and I think some part of me couldn't resist submitting to this sadist, holding me hostage and raping me. I bobbed up and down, not taking him in my throat yet, but swaying my tongue back and forth as I moved. I could feel his leg muscles tighten and hear him breathe through his teeth, like it was too much but he still needed more. He palmed my head and pushed it down, clumsily forcing himself deeper, "Fuck yes, take it in your throat, you cock slut," he grumbled and thrust his hips up towards me. I choked and gagged on him but I needed to take it all, all the way to his balls. Luckily, he pushed my head harder and deeper so I didn't even have a choice. Once I got it all the way in, his pubic hair brushed my lips, and he gasped from the sensation. He pulled my head all the way off, slowly off of his cock, and a thick rope of drool ran down my chin, onto my lap. I looked up at him silently, begging for more with my eyes and mouth. "I can't cum yet, I need to destroy you," he confessed while panting slightly. He swiftly forced his cock back into my throat, all the way in and out again, before pulling me up to the couch.

He sat me up so that one of my feet was up on the couch, and the other was on the floor. He crouched down between my legs and leaned in to get a deep inhale of my pussy. I could see him get goosebumps and squeeze the tops of my thighs. His first move was gratuitous, of course--he stuck his tongue into my pussy as deep as it could go, and tasted how wet he made me. It wasn't watery anymore, like it was when I sat on his lap; now, it was thick and lubricating, hoping to accommodate his massive cock in my tight cunt. He dragged his tongue slowly up my labia on both sides, making me squirm. He was just barely avoiding my throbbing clit, and I knew what payment he would demand for it--he wanted me to beg for it. He gazed up at me with anticipation while he pressed his tongue back into me, and dragged it from my hole upwards, stopping just before I could get what I want. This made my body jerk, it was as though I needed it so badly I was dying without it. "What's wrong, baby? You want more?" He kept his mouth close to me while he spoke and I felt his hot breath vibrate softly on me. I tried to ignore his taunting, I still didn't want this but I needed it, and I could barely stand to see his face between my thighs like that.

"If you want something, you have to ask nicely for it," he told me frankly right before he blew gently right on my clit, causing a cooling sensation on my wetness. He directed his air stream down to my tender hole and back up again a few more times, then circled around my clit with his tongue, just barely not touching it. "Oh- oh fuck," slipped out of my mouth, showing my cards, and I shuddered for him. He pulled just an inch away and his eyes met mine, "Please..." I began, and he placed his hand on my lower stomach, just barely brushing my clit with his thumb, and he cut me off. "Go ahead, tell me what you want... and how bad you want it," he instructed again, smiling up at me and looking proud of himself. That didn't feel fair, I didn't want this, but I needed it, and I needed to play along to get it. "Please, please lick on my clit, I need you to let me cum," I choked out so pathetically. "Please what? Please who?" What a weird leading question, he sounded like a father talking to his child teaching good manners. "Please, A-" I started, and his raised eyebrows cut me off like I was getting it wrong. I felt a disgust build in me when I realized what he wanted to hear, and I swallowed it, "Please make me cum, Daddy," I finally gave in, openly submitting to him. He smirked up at me and approached my pussy again; even he couldn't bear to tease me any longer. "Good girl," he sighed, right before finally planting his lips on my clit and flicking it with his tongue. I gasped, loudly and unsteadily, and pressed my hips into his mouth just enough to be noticed. He took a long, slow lick from my hole upwards and dragged the entire length of his tongue on my swollen clit. This already was the best and neediest that my pussy has ever felt, and I was long past holding in any moan.