This story contains scenes of nonconsensual, painful sex and sexually tinged physical domination. Proceed with caution.
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It was after midnight when Rose and Dylan finally staggered back into Sodom House. The night had been a nightmare. After that little... incident in the bathroom, Dylan had tried to sober up, but Rose had just kept getting drunker, shouting obscene things at strangers, bothering people. Eventually she and Dylan were kicked out of the bar because she wouldn't stop groping men. They were too messed up to walk all the way back, so Dylan had gotten an Uber.
Rose probably couldn't walk in by her own power at this point, so Dylan was propping her up with his arm around her. It had been murder getting her to walk up the stairs to the front door, and he didn't think he had it in him to get her up to the third floor. He glanced into the living room; he was hoping the couch would be free, but nope, Iris and Ganza were sitting on it, playing what looked like Mortal Kombat.
"Uh, hey girls," Dylan called in at them. "Any chance Rose here can have the couch to sleep on?"
"Yeah, if she's fine with me sitting on her head all night," Iris shouted back. She glanced back at them. "Ooh, looks like you had a rough night baby."
Dylan knew his makeup had gotten messed up, and his face and clothes had spots of grime on them.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Rose cut him off. "This li'l slut," she slurred, "ate cum off the bathroom floor!"
"Oh, gross!" Iris said, this big delighted grin on her face. "I'd never do something that gross, would you, Ganz?"
"Nah," said Ganza, "but then, I'm not a little freak like this one here."
"She made me!" Dylan protested.
"Hah! I couldn't stop her, she was soooo thirsty for it," Rose rambled drunkenly. She brought her arms down heavily on Dylan's shoulders. Too heavily; he wobbled slightly, and given that she was using him to support herself she lost her balance entirely, falling forward and taking him down with her.
His chin hit the floor hard. "Ow!"
"Ohh, did that hurt Dolly? I didn't feel a thing. Guess you broke my fall. Heh heh."
God, she was heavy; made sense, given how tall and muscular she was. The weight of her body was crushing him. He struggled to crawl out from under her, but she wrapped her arms tight around him.
"Nah, you're not getting away Dolly. I've got you now, and I'm never letting you go."
"Come on," he grunted, face mashed uncomfortably into the floor, "we should get you upstairs so you can sleep in your bed."
"Nah I'm too drunk for that. Floor's fine. Hmmm," she planted a sloppy kiss on the back of the neck, "you make a niceeee cushion." She gave him a squeeze, and shifted herself on him to get comfortable. He noticed she was hard, it was pressing right into his ass. "My Dolly," she murmured.
Dylan sighed. "I should have left you passed out on the street outside that bar."
"You couldn' do that to me," she mumbled sleepily. "Cuz you love me too much."
He scoffed. "In your dreams."
No response. A few moments later he heard her snoring. Dammit. He was stuck here now.
He didn't know how long he was trapped beneath her body, her snoring into his ear, drooling on his cheek, hardon grinding into his backside. There was no chance of sleep, he was too uncomfortable, too aware of the sounds from the TV and the girls in the other room, so he just lay there, wide awake. But after what felt like hours, she rolled off him, and he took the opportunity to clamber to his feet and scurry toward the kitchen.
Because at this point he was incredibly hungry and unpleasantly post-drunk, and didn't relish the thought of walking home on an empty stomach. He looked in the fridge; slim pickings, a carton of eggs, a package of pepper jack slices, a few slices left of a loaf of bread, an overripe jalapeno, two cans of beer, a few liquor bottles, a couple boxes of Chinese takeout.
"You touch my Chinese I'll rip your nipples off." He jumped. Ganza was suddenly standing right behind him, arms crossed in front of her, smug smirk on her face.
He blinked at her, petrified. "Uhhh, sure, no problem," he managed. "Anything in here I can eat?"
"We've got a couple sausages set aside for you baby." Iris sidled into view from behind Ganza, leering eyes, wide hungry smile.
"Ha ha. Do you guys object if I just have some cheese and bread?"
Ganza shrugged. "Go for it. But are you sure you don't want some... meat?"
Dylan eyed them coolly as he pulled a couple slices of bread out. "You know Rose would be mad if you did anything to me, right?" He had to admit, being Rose's plaything had certain advantages.
"Oh yeah, that," Ganza said. No real change in their demeanor, they still both seemed poised to strike. Ah well. He wasn't scared of them. He could survive anything after the day he'd had. He took a bite of his cheese sandwich. Ganza just stood there looking him over. She ran her teeth along her bottom lip. "God she did you up pretty," she said.
"Kay."
"You do get what she's planning for you right?" Ganza's eyes were burning with salacious interest.
"Enlighten me," he said, mouth full of sandwich.
"See, there's normal boys, right, most of whom have never taken a cock before we seduce them-"
"Is that what you call it?" Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Seduction?"
Ganza shrugged. "I mean, is there something wrong with that word for it?"
"Seems fine to me," Iris added.
Dylan just shook his head. Could they really be that oblivious to what they were doing?
"Anyway," Ganza continued, "it's fun to, like, break a boy in, do the whole routine of making him think he's gonna get pussy and then make him be the pussy, but it's generally like... a pretty low-quality sexual experience, you know?"
"You don't say."
"Like, everything's a struggle, they don't open up for you and you have to be fighting them. Just a pain. So the next level is the boys who are our regular bottom sluts. They've been broken in, might not be okay with everything we're doing but they can... accommodate." She grinned at him. "Like you, for example."
"Uh huh."
"God, you took our cocks in easily." She reached a hand out toward him; he swatted it away. She glowered at him for a moment, then went on. "I could tell right away that Rose had fucked you."
Dylan sighed. "Is that another side effect of the futa cum?"
Ganza blinked at him a couple times. "Huh?"
"I'm not an idiot," Dylan said sharply, "I know that you guys' semen feminizes men, makes them crave cock, crave girly clothing."
