"Are you serious?" Gretchen, still under Rachel's guise, roared with laughter, giggling as she ground her ass into Carmen's softening pricks, "I thought she was the love of your life. You know, your 'one and only', or at least a hot side-piece or something. But what do you do when you see her? You get soft!"
"It's your fault," Carmen said, grinding her teeth to keep from exploding at her. All her muscles screamed for her to choke Gretchen, squeeze her throat until the veins burst, but nothing moved. She didn't know what Gretchen had written specifically, but it must've accounted for such urges.
"Otherwise," Gretchen said and her visage returned. Just seconds later, to Carmen's despair, her cocks returned to full erection. The blonde slut giggled, "That's better. I suppose I need a different command then. Alright, Carmen. Fuck me like you love me."
Carmen resisted. With every fibre of her hatred for Gretchen, she held back, tried rolling off the bed and drown herself in the pool of semen. None of her attempts worked. Instead, she held Gretchen by the hips, rolled her over and kissed her. Though Gretchen was reluctant, she quickly reciprocated. Carmen ran her tongue across the bitch's lips, seeking entry, which she got seconds later. Their tongues wrestled, passing saliva between them, before Carmen snagged Gretchen's and sucked on it.
Those huge, fake tits called her hand to action. She groped at one, part of her detested being so close to Gretchen, another enjoyed the firmness pushing against her fingers and palm. The kiss deepened, while Carmen reached her free hand down, pulling the girl's skirt up and finding her sopping folds, unhampered by panties. One finger slid up and down, teasing penetration, before she pushed one, then two fingers inside. Gretchen moaned into her mouth.
When docile, the bitch was almost pleasant. Gretchen's own hands sought out curves to enjoy, which, unlike her own, were oh so soft and squeezable, but firm enough to bounce back when her fingers moved on. She massaged Carmen's curvaceous ass, pulling her crotch down, and spread her own legs, a blatant invite for those cocks to push into her. Carmen separated and, wordlessly, kissed her way down to the implants. She pecked across their round shapes until she came to the nipple and sucked it, areolae and all, into her mouth.
"Oh, this is how you treated Rachel? No wonder she likes you," Gretchen moaned, her words falling on deaf ears. No matter what she said, Carmen would keep going as if she were someone she tolerated, much less loved. She flicked her tongue at the nub, prodded the surrounding tanned-flesh and sampled the flavour of Gretchen's lotion. After a while, with her cocks throbbing to enter the dank heat they were so close to, she pulled back and looked down. Normally, she'd see Rachel's loving face and eyes overflowing with adoration and lust. Instead, she saw the cruellest bimbo with a look of expectant desire.
The worst of it was that Gretchen was sexy. Sure, everything about her, from her hair to her toenails, was fake in one way or another, but she wore it well. Between the tan, expertly applied makeup, and overt implants, she was the spitting image of most every teenage boys fantasy. Carmen dived back into those lips, painted with a glossy, cherry lipstick. If only her personality was sweet as they tasted.
"What're you waiting for?" Gretchen asked, a faint blush surfacing on her golden cheeks. Carmen didn't respond. Even if her body pretended that she was with someone she remotely cared for, her words would be anything but. She'd call the slut beneath her every name imaginable, try as best she could to shame her, yet it'd all be fruitless. Gretchen prided herself on how people detested her. That might be the only admirable part of her.
She didn't care what people thought. Or how she was graded. Expectations were something she created herself. What others expected of her, she exceeded because that's what she did. Gretchen just lived by her own rules it seemed.
Carmen never imagined a day she could do that. What the fuck gave this bitch the right to ordain her very existence? All the things Carmen had strived for, this slut took with the barest of effort. The life Carmen yearned for, to be happy and loved and free from any of this shit, Gretchen just lived. Isn't that what this life could be?
The thought briefly froze Carmen's lips on their way back to Gretchen's. Sure, it wasn't free, but that was only because she didn't accept it. If she approached the problem as an experience, something to be savoured and lived, then whatever Gretchen did to her would be something new to enjoy. She smothered her face in Gretchen's tits, not taking a breath until her lungs were on fire. What the fuck was she thinking?
"Get to it already," Gretchen breathed, voice light and airy, yet rough with desire. It tantalised Carmen's dicks, all four twitching in longing as they nestled between the girl's thighs. What to do with them all? The obvious one was to push into Gretchen's pussy and ass, while the others were left out. But this was a top tier slut, one that craved every dick just for her own pleasure. She could handle a quartet of fourteen-inch cocks, easy.
But all in the same hole, perhaps not.
Carmen grinned and reached down to herd her pricks together, all throbbing against each other, then pressed them against the slut's pussy. None for her ass. A moment of confusion passed Gretchen's face, then worry, then rage. She opened her mouth to shout a command, but Carmen silenced her with a kiss. If not for Gretchen's prior command, she might've tried getting the Futa Note then and there, but her body refused. Instead, her hips descended and stretched Gretchen around not one, not two, or even three massive cocks, but four.
Even the slut groaned in discomfort at being pried open so wide. Carmen grinned and moaned into the kiss, tongue scouring every inch of Gretchen's mouth, while she pushed inch after inch deeper inside. It wasn't easy, even Gretchen was tight as a virgin when stretched like that, but her pressure was relentless. As their groins met, Gretchen hooked her fingers into Carmen's nipple-piercings and twisted them. The sudden agony forced her lips away.
"Stop!" Gretchen shouted and Carmen froze, allowing the blonde to turn them over, putting her on top. Her once flat abdomen bulged obscenely with Carmen's members, all at a slightly different angle. As Gretchen spoke, she continued torturing the futa's nipples, "You fucking bitch. I said to fuck me like you love me."
"Rachel could handle it," Carmen said, barely holding back a snicker.
"Shut up. After I'm done here, I'll think of a punishment. You're lucky I like getting a good stretch," Gretchen set to work, rolling and bouncing her hips atop all four. She adjusted to the penetration, juices lubricating them all, despite her pussy being stretched by several inches of combined girth. No longer content with letting Carmen be passive, she compelled her to thrust, moan and grope at Gretchen's tits, while the blonde pulled and twisted Carmen's piercings. After hours of torture and forced orgasms, she was satisfied.
Carmen shambled back into her home. It was early morning, the sun was pushing the moon aside, yet she'd just gotten back. Leftover lasagne waited on the kitchen table, along with a note from her mother. Mom... the thought should've been laced with guilt and love, instead she felt a pang of hatred. If she had just stayed out of Carmen's business then... She pushed the thoughts down and read the note.
We need to talk properly once you're back. I'm worried about you. If it's too late, we'll talk in the morning. Love you, Mom
The tears wouldn't stop. She reheated the food and ate in silence, broken only by her sorrow as she imagined Melody and her mother with her. When was the last time they ate a meal together? Gretchen kept her out until well past dinner every day. She knew Melody missed her; they hadn't played together or even spoken more than a few words in the past week. Part of it was Gretchen's timing, but also Carmen's shame. How could she look at her little sister, who adored her unconditionally, when she was little more than a whore now?
Everything because she hadn't used the Futa Note to remove Gretchen sooner. If she'd just done that, then Mary, Dakota, Ashley, Zoey wouldn't have been necessary. Perhaps Mary, since she led them first, but no one else. What about Rachel? They'd still get together somehow Carmen hoped. Or would she still be with Stacy? She might've written her name instead. What kind of dick would suit Stacy? Something fat and juicy with balls the size of grapefruit.
She chuckled through her tears at the distractions. If only she had a reset button.
"Who knows? Maybe I'll wake up and it'll all have been a dream?" Carmen mused as she sank into her bed, praying that it would be a reality.
"Carmen? Finally, we meet again."
Carmen blinked at her surroundings. It was her room, but obscured by a dreamy blur, and straddling her body was the Futa Note. In a strange way, she'd missed it. The body that might be her future seemed like a dream compared to what Gretchen put her through. She reached up and held onto those inhumanly tempting hips.
