Warning: Threesome (MFM), Non-con, Drugged, D/S dynamics, Degradation, Anal
***
"My place is just up the street. C'mon." Bowen tightened his arm around her waist when her knee buckled so she wouldn't fall to the ground.
Charlotte pushed his arm away and doubled over. "I'm...so......tired..." she slurred.
"I know. I'll get you home," he murmured and pulled her upright.
She staggered back a step and looked up at his face, working hard to recognize him. Her eyes ran over his short blond hair and then gazed into his blue eyes. Suddenly she dropped down to a crouch. "I can't...walk. Where's my Uber...?"
He yanked her up with a strong arm and flung her behind his back like a weightless sack. Next, she was dead weight on his back as he secured her arms in front of his neck and hooked his arms around each of her leg, then he began walking up the quiet, dimly-lit street. "It's okay. We'll be there soon. Sleep."
***
Bowen placed her on his queen-sized bed. Her petite body lay motionless, so he grabbed her face to look at him. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him, unfocused.
"Who are you?" She gazed at him drowsily.
So she was conscious. That's good enough for him. He kissed her pink lips and forced her mouth open with a tight grip on her face. She let out a surprised gasp, buried by the kiss. His tongue pushed inside her mouth and her weak hands instinctively pushed against his strong chest. Then he let go of her face and instead grabbed a full handful of breast through her flimsy black tank top.
Charlotte burst into tears and rolled her body away from him. He laughed at her clumsy attempt to push herself up. She managed an unsteady stand on the floor before he dragged her back easily, and she was flat on her back again.
She threw a hand up to press her temple with a grimace. She felt dizzy, her body heavy. "S-something is wrong. You did something..."
"
I
didn't," he corrected. "But yes, your drink was spiked."
He positioned her limp body like a doll so her back pressed onto his chest. Then he ripped off her flimsy tank top and grabbed hold of her round tits, one in each hand. "No..." She clawed at his strong arms uselessly and tears started falling.
He groaned at the feeling of her soft tits filling his large hands. He had been watching these toys bounce around on the dance floor. She was fun-sized, which was typical for East Asian women; but her ample rack looked spectacular on her small frame. And she knew. She knew what it did to men when she smiled up at them all shyly, yet paraded those tits around braless in a thin tank top.
Now, he tugged at each hard nipple, and she yelped loudly, her body trembling, her little ass rubbing on his erection. The drug made her weak and dizzy, but also incredibly sensitive. He twisted and tugged her nipples sadistically, and her hands that had wanted to push him away now grabbed at air on the bedsheet, her chest thrusting outward.
Charlotte's head was completely blank. Thoughts no longer existed, only sensations. Her tits...her hard nipples being toyed with, tugged, pinched by this stranger...sent electrifying pleasure throughout her entire body. She didn't realize when she started moaning like a willing participant, pushing her chest out further for him to play with; her pussy started getting warm, wet and needy.
"Be honest. You dressed like that and showed off your tits to everyone at the bar," he whispered in her ear lowly, his blond curls tickling her. "You knew what you were doing."
"N-no..."
"No?" He parted her slim legs and ran a finger down her slit through her panties. Her legs quivered in response. He ran the finger up and down, passing her little clit each time, and his other hand tugged her nipple again. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back on his shoulder; her legs shook as she lifted her pelvis to meet his teasing finger on her pussy. "Slut."
The torture continued until Bowen felt a pool of wetness on her panties, he then pushed her down onto the bed on her stomach. Subdued by the drug and growing arousal, Charlotte lay passively as he removed the rest of her clothes and secured each of her limb to a corner of the bed. Bowen then took off his own clothes, all the while eyeing his pretty prize. Spreadeagle, prone, drugged, compliant.
He rubbed the tip of his hard cock along the opening of her slit...Charlotte whimpered softly in anticipation, when without warning he moved the tip of his cock up - against her tight asshole. Her eyes flew open wide as she hastily protested, "No...not there..." She crawled forward in panic, but the cuffs on the ankles gave her no room to move.
He laughed at her struggles while squirting some lube on his hard cock. "Good girls get fucked in their pussy, Charlotte. Filthy sluts like you get fucked in the ass." He pinned her down by her upper back and pushed his cock in her ass. The tip of his cock went in; she screamed and thrashed, but his hand held her down, immovable.
"Keep moving and I'll push it all the way in," he growled.
This hole is fucking tight
. She sobbed but stopped moving. Then he moved again, further in, slowly.
"Please, please," she begged urgently. "Gentle, please..."
"Gentle?" He repeated, a smirk forming on his lips. This was good development. Not
stop
, not
no,
but
gentle
. He chuckled. "You want to enjoy it? Tell me you want to enjoy it."
Charlotte put her head down in shame.
He then knocked the large pillows in front of her to the floor. Charlotte hadn't noticed - in front of her, between the bed and the wall hung a large mirror.
"Look in the mirror. Tell me you want to enjoy it," he instructed and thrust his hips ever-so-slightly.
With the threat of his large cock destroying her tiny asshole, she complied. She looked into the mirror...met his sharp blue eyes in the reflection and whispered, "I want to enjoy it."
"Enjoy what?"
Her face flamed. She cast her eyes down again. "G-getting fucked in the ass." It was barely a whisper.
"Fuck," he groaned. He withdrew his cock - giving her a breather - squirted more lube onto her asshole, and inserted again. This time steady and slow. He ran a hand up and down her lower back, loving how her hips curved into a small waist. "Relax your ass if you want to enjoy it."
Charlotte took several deep breaths, this time anticipating the insertion. She pushed her ass muscles to open them, and felt his hard cock enter...it was
thick
. Her mouth dropped open as his large cock stretched her canal.
Bowen sank his cock into her ass inch by inch, and finally hit balls deep. "Fuck!" He stayed still, allowing her asshole to adjust. He listened to her breathing slowly turn from ragged to even.
"Good girl," he praised. "You've done this before. You know how to take it in the ass." The way she made her ass muscles relax for his cock - not an anal virgin. "You little anal slut."
And when he started pumping her tight ass, she began moaning again. He gripped her waist and pulled her from prone to doggy-style; he wanted to see her squarely in the mirror, and he wanted
her
to see herself, tits swinging back and forth while getting ass-fucked. His strokes turned long and deep in her ass, and she whined, "...oh god...oh god...it's so big...it's so big..." He grabbed a handful of her full breast and kept pounding. Her cries turned high-pitched, yet she kept her asshole open for him, crying on his big cock like a broken slut.
He looked down at where they were connected. Her ass was a fucking mess, gaping open each time he pulled his cock back, with messy white cream around her asshole and the base of his cock, and --- he took a peek below her asshole and almost saw red. Not from anger, but from aggressive, unrestrained arousal. He reached a hand down and found her dripping pussy. "Your pussy is making a mess on my bed, whore." He continued fucking her greedy ass and wiped his wet fingers on her face. She whimpered in humiliation, but only descended further into depraved pleasure. The humiliation, his big cock in her ass, and she could
see
herself in the mirror, her ruthless assailant...jaw clenched, iron grip on her ass cheeks...the muscular body taking what he wanted...He pulled her hair then, the fucking relentless...and she knew she would beg him to keep fucking her if he had stopped then. At some point her eyes rolled back; she moaned and cried; Bowen slapped her bouncing tits, slapped her ass, called her a
