This story contains scenes of nonconsensual and semiconsensual sex, as well as extreme, semiconsensual BDSM, some bleeding, malicious misgendering, and threats of serious violence. There's some darkness in this one. Proceed with caution.
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It turned out that a lot of people liked watching Rose and Dolly fuck.
Not long after the incident with the sorority, Rose had suggested she film them having sex again. "Like old times!" she'd said.
"Hm. You mean back when you were blackmailing me?" Dolores had asked from the spot where she was lounging nude on the bed, wry little grin on her face.
"Yeah, well I did like doing it for its own sake, you know? Liked being able to watch us later on, when you were gone. Like..." Rose was pacing the room, visibly thinking as she spoke, clearly excited, "we could keep coming up with scenarios, little scenes and skits to do, characters, costumes, all that. Maybe we could start an OnlyFans or something, maybe get some money out of it."
"I was under the impression," Dolores said, glancing toward the floor at the tatters of a brand-new dress Rose had torn up during their last session, "that money wasn't an issue for you."
"Heh," Rose let out an odd little choked laugh. "Thing is though, sweetie, the money isn't really mine, you know?" She took a glance around her bedroom. "House isn't mine either. The idea was, my dad bought a house down here for me and my friends to live in while we went to school, but it was an investment, once we graduated he was gonna rent it out to future classes of students."
"Huh." Dolores nodded vacantly, then blinked. "Your dad bought an entire house for you to live in while you studied? You really are spoiled."
"Yeah, well," Rose scratched the back of her head, "the school had concerns about housing us futas in the dorms. Heh. They were gonna make us live in the boys' dorm, allegedly to keep girls safe from us." She shot a salacious grin at Dolores. "Pretty major miscalculation on their part, heh heh. Can you imagine, me and Iris and Ganza each getting a little fuckboy installed in our room."
"Uh huh," Dolores said drily.
"But my dad knew me better than that," Rose went on, "and so he, very generously, came up with this solution." She looked around the room again, an anxious tinge behind her eyes. "But, uh, I don't think I'll be able to keep relying on his generosity after he finds out what I've done."
"Oh right," Dolores said, "you're still getting tuition money from him."
"Ayup."
"Despite having flunked out of school... what, your sophomore year?"
Rose snorted. "I didn't make it to sophomore year. But so yeah... pretty big con I've been running on him. Pretty awful thing I'm doing, honestly. He might fuckin' disown me for this one. Heh." She nibbled her bottom lip and glanced over at Dolores again, a grin springing to her face. "You know, I never actually felt guilty about it before you."
Dolores raised an eyebrow at this. "And what did I do to make you feel guilty?"
Rose shrugged. "I dunno. Be cute, I guess." Deep breath. "Anyway, it'd be good if we had, you know, another source of income. And I've always liked the idea of making, like, erotica. And if we're gonna be dependent on an audience, it'd be best to get started while we still have a roof over our heads, you know?"
Dolores considered this for a few moments. Almost suppressing a smirk, "What do you mean 'we?'"
Sharp inhalation from Rose. "What do you mean 'what do I mean?'"
Dolores let the grin spread over her face now. "You know I'm only with you for your money, right? If that went away, well," she tisked, "I'm not sure there would still be a 'we.'"
"Hmmm," a deep rumble, but Dolores could tell Rose was just going along with the bit, "you're a little brat you know that?"
Dolores sighed. "What a demeaning thing to say. It's a wonder I put up with you. Oh, you know I really should--"
She was stopped mid-sentence by the sound of a fingersnap. The next thing Dolores knew, she was on her knees on the floor in front of Rose, tugging Rose's leather skirt down to pull her cock out and put it in her mouth. Rose let out a gratified gasp when she felt Dolores's lips on her cock. "Ohhh, we both know the real reason you're with me, don't we? You're a slut for my big hard cock, aren't you?"
"Mhmmm," Dolores moaned happily, savoring the feeling of Rose's cock getting harder in her mouth, basking in the delight she got from drawing pleasurable noises from Rose's lips by running her tongue stud all over Rose's shaft.
"Hahhh!" Rose's hand landed on top of Dolores's head. "Let's be real, Dolly, we both-- Ah! Both know you could never leave me. You couldn't live without my cock."
"Mmmm- mngk!" Dolores's moan was cut short by Rose firmly sliding her cock into the back of Dolores's throat, the hand on top of her head now firmly clutching her long blonde hair to hold her in place.
"Ohhhh, and don't think even if you tried to leave, I'd let you," Rose murmured. "You've got me addicted to you now, you dumb little skank."
Rose gave Dolores's throat a series of rough, shallow stabs, Dolores could hear her throat making the deep "Gluck! Gluck!" sounds with each thrust, could feel her eyes watering, could feel time slowing from the lack of oxygen. Bliss. Dolores's own cock, she could feel, was achingly hard, dribbling precum out onto the floor of Rose's room.
As Rose kept deepfucking Dolores's throat, as she pushed herself toward orgasm, she was ranting, "Hmmm, you little whore, how dare you even pretend you only want me for my money. Ohhh, I'm gonna have to punish you for that one, gonna tie you to the chair and whip your little body bloody, gonna bend you over my knee and spank your ass bright red, gonna make you cry you little-- HAH! Ahhhhh..."
Dolores felt Rose's cock widen in her throat as it pumped semen into her esophagus. Rose's grip on her hair loosened as she came, just enough that Dolores could slide the cock out of the depths of her throat and hold it on her tongue so that she could taste the last few spurts of hot gooey cum as they poured from Rose's urethra.
Oh, and so she could inhale through her nose. That was important.
When Rose was finished, she pulled her cock out of Dolores's mouth, and, with a heavy satisfied sigh, slumped onto her mattress. Dolores stayed kneeling on the floor, watching her. "So, uh," she asked after a while, "are you still gonna punish me like you said you were gonna?"
She hadn't meant to sound as eager as she did. Rose clearly registered it, too, the way she grinned and raised her eyebrows. "Only if I can film it."
So, that was their first recording session; Rose uploaded clips to some free site and put the whole video somewhere people had to pay for it. And they kept doing that, recording most days, a few days a week doing a livestream for subscribers. Dolores wasn't really too aware of the mechanics of it, but according to Rose they started getting subscribers almost immediately, and by the end of the first month they'd made a couple hundred from it.
The concepts for the videos varied, but the general rhythm was pretty uniform; the video would open with Dolly getting into some kind of mischief (stealing food that was clearly marked "Do not eat", knocking over a vase and incompetently trying to clean it up) only to be caught by Rose and then sexually punished.
On the day Rose and Dolores had the Big Conversation, it was a livestream day. Dolly was lounging on the bed, on her phone, dressed in a black crop top that showed off her tummy and a pair of black fishnet stockings and the violet plaid skirt they'd stolen from Ashley, her face full of purple and black studs in the piercings, violet eyeshadow and lavender lipstick. She was staring at her phone, trying her best to exude a bratty, entitled vibe while Rose set stuff up behind the camera.
When Rose was finished setting up, she walked into view of the camera. "Dolly, did you do your chores today?"
Dolly didn't look up from her phone. "I'll get to it."
Rose adopted a warning tone. "You were supposed to have them done already."
Dolly let out a loud sigh. "My God, I said I'll get to it, can you just fuck off-- Ow!"
