There is a rather violent scene of consensual non-consenting BDSM sex in this chapter
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Twenty
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Crystal
I peeked over the railing at the living room in the expansive house. Donna was still snoring on the couch due to her awkward posture. I'd made sure she wouldn't slide off and hit her head on the coffee table or something. I walked down the hallway to Katrina's room.
Her door had no lock and I expected some sort of reaction when I simply opened it, but the girl appeared to have noise-cancelling headphones on. It was a testament to how much her parents neglected her that she'd decided to use them to listen to the soundtrack of a porn video on her tablet. It was propped up on her bed while her legs spread to either side of it. Her fingers plunged in and out of her shaved sex, making squelching noises she likely couldn't hear.
I moved around the bed until I'd be obviously in her field of view. Even then it took a few seconds for her to notice me, triggering a panicked flurry of activity as she tried to cover herself, remove the headphones, and hide the video all at once.
"What the fuck!? What are you doing up here!? Get the fuck out!" the girl yelled.
"Tell me what you know about Robin Carter," I said.
"Get. The Fuck. Out of my room!" she said.
I sighed and pulled out my phone to show her another, much more amateurish pornographic video. I'd taken it a few minutes ago while on top of Charlize, her other mother, who was clearly visible and clearly naked in their bed. My face wasn't visible, but my dark pubic hair and breasts were, and they clearly were not Donna's, whose breasts were smaller and who shaved herself.
"Mommy?" Heather said.
"Yes. I can send this video any number of places and completely ruin your family. Your parents will split and you'll have to figure out who to live with until and unless you go to college; despite your misplaced faith in her, Charlize does not want any long-term responsibility for you. And Donna will divorce her as she built much of her social reputation on the stability of her family and helping other homosexual women through their own marital issues. And, of course, I'll be accusing her of rape."
"What the fuck! She didn't rape you!" Katrina accused.
"Of course not; I drugged her. Scopolamine isn't the zombie mind control drug much fiction would have people believe but it certainly loosens inhibitions faster and longer than alcohol. Of course it can also cause unconsciousness and seizures, and I'm not sure exactly how much your second mother weighs. But you aren't allowed to help her until you tell me what I want to know."
"Fuck that and fuck you!" Katrina yelled as she pulled out her phone. I sighed as I walked over.
I'd been enrolled in martial arts throughout my childhood years because of my father's futile hope it would help me build camaraderie with peers. Instead it gave me another advantage over many of them that helped offset my inferior size and build as age and biology did not always match up with my goals.
The girl was trim and clearly attractive enough to her peers that she was able to charge them for sex (though even prostitutes trolling for adult customers didn't have to match a high beauty standard. I imagined it was even easier with teens) but she had almost no muscle development and no training. I had her face down on her bed with her arms restrained, her phone a shattered mess of glass and plastic after I'd thrown it against the far wall. I straddled her barely-there ass to further restrain her. Her body reminded me a little of Angela's, actually, though her skin was a few shades darker even without a noticeable tan.
"I know how a woman's body works," I said, "I can turn sex into torture. I can make you afraid of your own orgasms. I can make things hurt in a way that you don't know if you're feeling pain or pleasure, and I can do it in a way that nobody will ever find a mark on you. They might be able to find something, sure, but they'd have to spread you open and spend hours looking around inside you while they ask you all sorts of questions about how much sex you have, when you have it, and things like that."
As I've said before, I'm not a sadist; I literally can't be. But threatening sexual assault while you physically have them trapped is usually the fastest way to tap into a woman's fear response. It tends to work better as a female because many women mentally prepare for or possibly even fantasize about being raped by a man. Very few ever consider a woman assaulting them and the sense of betrayal compounds the panic. I embellished a little with Katrina as her personal identity was so wrapped up with sex at this stage in her life.
"Why?" she said. There was a little whimper in her voice and I felt relieved; I'd finally gotten through to her.
"I told you; I need to know everything you know about Robin Carter."
"She said she never told anyone," Katrina said.
The girl obviously thought I knew more than I did. I used it.
"She lied to you. Frankly I don't know why you're protecting her; she's unstable and mean."
"Because I don't rat out my customers," Katrina spat, a brief moment of professional pride leaking out. My hand squeezing her wrists again took that little bit of fight out of her.
Then I felt her legs squirm a little and I almost lost my grip in shock when she said, "And her cock feels sooooo good."
Robin
The positions Skylar put herself in for sex scared me sometimes.
She'd started this session in what was a simple enough pose; she lay sideways on her bed, but had one leg leaning off, foot flat on the floor. The other leg pointed straight up. The pose showed off her pussy obscenely, and I'd wasted no time in moving forward and shoving my rock hard cock into the waiting lower lips.
Then she'd gradually pulled her leg back, and back, and back.
Now it lay against her side, tucked under her arm, while her other leg still sat on the floor. I'd had to shift a little because one of the bones in her ass pushed out and almost made a point. With Skylar's build, it kind of hurt.
Skylar let out a loud, long moan that turned into a yell. She was by far the loudest person Rhia or I were with; everyone knew when Skylar got fucked well, and Rhia and I knew how to fuck.
Skylar also liked it rough and absolutely loved that both Rhia and I were bigger and stronger than her. As such, I had my hands pushing down on her leg as I slammed my cock into her pussy. I would have gone harder as she begged and yelled for me to, but the sharp bone of her ass slamming into my hips hurt too much.
Fucking fast without bottoming out is hard, I found out, and inevitably I messed up. I pulled out too far and my cock moved. Then I slammed forward.
"FUUUUUUUCK!" Skylar screamed, and I looked down and realized I'd jammed half my cock into her ass without any warning, prep, or lube. I started pulling out but she grabbed one of my hands.
"No! Fuck me! Do it! It burns, it hurts but I fucking LOVE IT! Fuck my aassssss!"
I was shocked as the first tentative strokes I made suddenly caused her to orgasm, and her muscle clamped down on my cock almost painfully.
With no lube except her drying pussy juice, moving in her ass was tough, and it actually hurt a bit. With a cock, you quickly found out that some things that seemed smooth and soft were definitely not, and that included anything with no lubrication. Rub your finger with a rough cleaning brush until it stings a bit, then try to push it between the folds of a dry pool toy and you might have some idea what it's like to ass fuck someone with no lube.
Obviously it's usually worse for the person
being
fucked, I'm not arguing that. But Skylar was literally asking for it.
Eventually sweat and precum might have made it slicker but fortunately for Skylar, the miniscule back and forth grinding I could manage apparently excited everything it needed to. While my own cock started to feel the burn from friction, her ass contracted and spasmed as she thrashed through two more orgasms. Finally I got frustrated enough to pull out of her.
My hand went to my cock and became a blur, rubbing as fast as I could manage across the bottom of the head and part of the shaft. I'd fingered my own pussy to wet my hands. Fortunately the frustration increased my horniness.
My frustration also told me punishing Skylar was justified. As my orgasm tingled through me and I felt the pressure build in my cock, I aimed at her and flipped her onto her back. My first jet of jizz hit right between her new tits and I shot the next two at her face. Then I splashed more between her legs, glazing her pussy. There was enough covering her that it almost obscured her tattoos.
Skylar groaned. "Fuck I love being covered in cum," she said.
"You love anything to do with sex," I accused her.
"I kind of do," she said and blushed a little as she squirmed on the bed. The squirming could have been anything but I couldn't remember seeing her blush hardly ever.
She sat up and looked at me, then looked away, still embarrassed. I started to feel guilty.
"Sorry about covering you," I said, guessing at what was bothering her.
"What? Oh, no, this is fine," she said as she got up and grabbed a towel. Both Kathleen and I kept them in our rooms; unless we came in a girl's ass, nobody had been able to handle a full load from us without it leaking or splashing somewhere. Even with anal, we had to be careful pulling out and the girl had to clench hard until they made it to the bathroom.
"What is it then?" I asked, "I've never seen you blush."
She sighed. "Just...you two are dangerous with your cum and the pheromones. I'm a really dirty girl, Robin; I never brought it up because you were such a naïve virgin until recently. You and Rhia have taken care of so many of my fantasies it's actually scaring me."
"I...I don't get it," I said.
"I know you don't. Can you just promise me something?" she asked.
"What?"
"If we're in the middle of stuff and I ask for something weird, don't judge me?"
"Um...okay, I'll try. What's weird, though?"
She gave me a look I wasn't sure I liked. "What would you say if I told you I wanted you to piss while you're inside me?" she asked.
"Um..." I said, completely at a loss.
"Stuff like that," she said.
"Are you into that?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied, "But it's something I've thought about. And I haven't trusted anyone with a cock enough to try shit like that for a long time. I'm still not sure where I stand with Rhia or your stepmom. I don't know what they'd say."
"Oh, um...okay," I said.
"Don't worry," she said as she finished wiping herself off, re-revealing the snakes tattooed to artfully surround and highlight her breasts and vagina, "I'm not going to drop any of this on you now, or maybe for a while. But if we keep this up...I don't know. Stuff like that has been on my mind."
