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Worm's Lemons


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Yeah, it's Lemons, lot of Lemons! You were warned! Спасибо Арийскому Гомофобу за ссылку. 20.09.2016
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Suddenly, Taylor felt the person behind her beginning to move faster, thrusting into her pussy harder than ever before. She knew what this meant, deep down, but the fog of pleasure prevented her from thinking to much. She was almost there, the coil in her gut winding tighter and tighter, almost ready to-!

Suddenly, her partner stopped. No, damn you, don't stop! Is what she wanted to say, but all that came out was mumbles. She felt the mans shaft reach deep, stuffing her pussy incredibly, before he began to pulse. She could feel it, deep in her pussy. His shaft was pulsing rhythmically, filling her tender young womb up with his seed. Her pussy was milking him, trying desperately to reach the orgasm his lack of movement denied her, not even her half formed worries enough to prevent her from milking that dick for all it had. Her insides felt incredibly warm, her body was flushed and feverish, and all she wanted to do was cum.

Eventually, the jerking stopped. The man behind her was leaning over her back, his hands running up and down her back. He reached around to the front to grab and squeeze her small chest, his gasping the only sound Taylor could hear over the sound of her own blood rushing through her ears, and the desperate desire to cum.

Slowly, achingly, the man disentangled himself from her. His hands gripped her waist fondly, his dick still somewhat hard, giving her a few more half hearted thrusts before withdrawing. She was incredibly disappointed that this was t enough to make her cum, but with the loss of stimulation, a semblance of sanity returned. What the hell was going on, exactly? Why was she having sex with some random guy at school, and why the hell couldn't she move?

She was thinking deeply on these things, and thus could be excused missing the sounds surrounding her. However, when a new person got in position behind her, grabbed her hips, and thrust himself to the hilt in one swift motion, Taylor stopped thinking and paid attention.

After being startled at the new dick inside her, and his beginning to move incredibly rapidly, Taylor could make out noise. Sounds, once distant to her addled mind, suddenly began to come into focus.

"Oh god, this pussy's amazing-"

"Yeah, I know, right-"

"We've Got to do this again!"

"And nobody even cares-"

"I can't believe Emma actually set this up-"

Taylor stopped listening then, the last sentence piercing straight through her mental Fog. That phrase, it brought back memories. Even as the new boy fucking her started speeding up, she remembered...

Getting to school only barely on time, her bus having to take a detour due to bad roads...

Reaching her locker, only to find the corridor blocked off by the janitor, trying to find a faulty sewage line...

Heading to her other locker, to put away her stuff and make it to class...

Her new friend, made over Christmas break, finding her at lunch and telling her about a thing she needed to try...

Getting handed a drink, already opened, some new soda being sold...

The feeling of fuzziness that came over her after drinking, her 'friend' laughing at her with some other people...

Emma showing up, taking her away to somewhere else, some boys following...

Emma telling her that this was for her own good, that this had to happen so she could become a real women...

Getting undressed, head clouded, letting the boys grope and squeeze and fondle...

The first penetration, and the next, and the next, over and over...

The sound of the Three Bitches, laughing in the distance, and the grunts and moans of too many men to count...

And now it all came back to her, as her current rapist came, locking himself deep inside her, hips jerking as he came inside, like all the others.

She was being gang raped, and it was all Emma's fault.

This wasn't... She couldn't... It's not...

And though the mind is shuttered, and the flesh is willing, a spark may still form...

'Emma. I'm going to kill you for this.'

[DESTINATION]

[AGREEMENT]

Low

(Автор: Jcogginsa)

1.1

The first time it happened, it was at my own house. I had invited her over to try and reconnect. I wasn't happy when she asked if Madison could come too, but I didn't want to say know to her. We had school-off, so we were home alone. We had just gotten into my room when it happened. My best friend kissed me, deeply. I was stunned. It was a dominating kiss, and like the slut I was I let her take full control.

While that happened, Madison blindfolded me. My friend shoved me to the ground and when I tried to say something, she covered my mouth with her hand and said "Sluts don't get to talk. Strip."

It was all so confusing, but if I was being honest, I loved it. For weeks I'd been fantasizing about something like this. Being forced to the ground and taken like a cheap whore. I'd never expected her to be the one to do it, but I welcomed it. After how pathetic I'd been, it was what I deserved.

So I stripped off my clothes, until I wore nothing but my own socks, and then my hands were handcuffed behind my back. As second pair of cuffs went on my ankles, and any fleeting hope escape was gone.

My best friend bent me over my own bed, and told be to lie still. I heard her take her clothes off, and then some other sound a couldn't identify. Then I felt it. Something prodding my ass. My best friend was going to fuck me up the ass on my own bed.

But she hesitated, and then leaned over me, and whispered in my ear "Listen up, this is the only choice i'm gonna give you. There's two ways this can play out. One way is that me and Madison leave and pretend this never happened. I don't fuck you and come Monday things go back to normal between us. The other way is that I fuck you right now, and you become Mine, understood? I own you, body and soul. I fuck you whenever I want, and You submit to me. You stop rubbing one out in secret whenever you get chewed out by a teacher, you stop sucking dick in the 3rd floor bathroom, and you stop posting pics of your chest on line. Now pick one?"

I didn't need to think "Oh god, fuck me Taylor. Fuck me."

1.2

It wasn't like I expected. It wasn't warm, and it was slippery. But still, I was being fucked. Really fucked, in the ass, like a whore.

It was harsh. It was rough. It felt good but it hurt. It hurt bad, and I wanted it to stop. But at the same time, I knew I deserved it. I deserved that pain

"You like it, don't you bitch?" Madison whispered in my ear

"Oh god yes." I moaned wantonly.

Taylor began spanking my ass, and Madison chuckled. "You only have one god. A goddess, and she's too busy fucking you to hear you."

I moaned again, my breath ragged.

Madison grabbed by hair, painfully pulling me up. I felt something hot and wet in my face, and I began to lick it. It tasted different than semen, better on the first taste. I remembered gagging the first time I took a load of a guy's cum in my mouth. The taste had been awful. But if it hadn't disgusted me those first few times, I probably wouldn't have made it part of my day. Now, everyday I would go up the third floor girl's room during lunch. Early on I had to bring the guys there, but now they knew to linger there. All 3 of my regulars were on the bottom of the social rung. The kind of guys who deserved to be on the bottom rung.

Every day I'd strip in front of them, get down on my knees and suck them off in a stall. I swallowed each load. I redressed out of the stalls. Anyone coming in could see me. I was disappointed no one had.

Madison's taste was different, but I wouldn't say it was good. Just a different kind of unpleasent.

"Damn, you're a natural born whore aren't?" Madison chuckled "You get to work right away. You know what you're good for. Well, not good. You suck at this, just like you suck at everything. Being a whore is just something you suck less at."

She laughed, and I ate it up, as i ate her out. But I felt Taylor suddenly stop fucking me.

"Ow!" I heard Madison say, before I heard a resounding smack.

"You. Do. Not. Insult. My. Property. You. Whore!" Taylor said angrily, each word punctuated with another slap. I felt her pull out, and heard a thud as she pulled Madison off the bed. A few seconds later, I felt Madison's face get shoved between my ass cheeks.

"You're no better than she is. Now kiss and make up."

I could feel her do it. Feel her lips on My gaping ass. I then felt something else. A loud sound escaped, and my face went red. Madison recoiled from it, but Taylor began to laugh, and pushed her face back in.

Taylor spoke, in a voice that brooked no argument.

"Madison, you're gonna use that whore tongue of yours to clean Emma's butt while I fuck yours. Emma, don't get the wrong idea, because you're cleaning her when I'm done."

1.3

The crop came down hard on my ass, another in long stream of punishing swats.

"39. Think you for punishing this slut, Mistress." I said breathlessly, and another strike came down

It had been a week since I became Taylor's bitch. School was over, and we were in the girl's locker room. I was naked except for my shoes.

After I thanked her for the fiftieth blow, she pushed the tip of the crop into my ass, and leaned over me.

"Did you learn your lesson bitch?" Taylor asked.

"Yes Mistress Taylor. I'll never use your property again."

Taylor owned me. Who I fucked, who I sucked, that was her decision. It was stupid of me to think I could still get away with sucking the guys in the bathroom off. That was why I was here, getting my ass beat while Madison gave the coach a Blowjob as payment for looking the other way

"Good. Now get dressed. Me and my dad are eating over at your place tonight, and we need to get home."


* * *

That night, as I lay in my bed, I had the dream again.

It always started the same. The accident. The ABB. My pants being pulled off as I was frozen in fear. But the dream wasn't what had happened, it was what should have happen. My father didn't get get hurt trying to save me. He didn't even try. He watched, and cheered, as they pushed my naked body against the hot, coarse asphalt, and raped me. Tore me apart and covered me in cum.

Then they left me there, and I lay alone. No one gave me help I didn't deserve. No one even acknowledged I was there.

Like always, My panties were soaked when I woke up


* * *

The three of us went to the boardwalk the next day, a Saturday. It was like a normal day. But the whole time, I felt guilty. Madison noticed, and lead us to a stall we'd never been to before. A place where to people could fuck, no questions asked, for 20 bucks.

Once me and Taylor were inside, she asked what was wrong. I confessed everything. How I had cum in my bed without her permission, and what had caused it.

I could see she was angry. She was shaking in rage at my disobedience. "Emma." She said tersely. "Do you think you are worthless?"

It was a surprising question but one with an easy answer.

"Yes."

She backhanded me. I was shocked. Taylor had never slapped or backhanded me before. I had jealously watched her smack Madison so many times that it was practically a greeting between them.

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me close "Listen up. You are not Worthless, understood? You have worth. I want you to know this, and burn it into your soul. You matter."

"But-"

"Shut up. I'm the one in charge, and I say you matter, end of discussion."

I didn't know what to say to that. I didn't know what to say when she hugged me. I just didn't know.

Mutagenic Burritos

(Автор: JustForLurking)

Ever woken up late in the morning after eating a bad batch of chilly the night prior? Yeah, that's what I'm feeling like right now.

To be more specific, I feel like puking my guts out and that everything else was recovering from burn trauma.

Last time I attend a Mexican themed block party. Seriously, If I ever see that burrito guy, he's spider chow.

Family recipe my ass.

"Urgh," I half grunt, half moan as I turn and twist in bed, feeling the bed covers unglue themselves of my sweaty back. I really don't want to get up, but I have to. I can't afford to drop my jogging regime just a month in.

Something deep in my gut shifted with a resounding growl.

...Then again, I might not be in the best condition to exercise. "Hrrg..." I shift again, rolling one eighty and bringing my knees to my chest, trying to find a comfortable position. It's not easy, let me tell you. Every position I try relieves some parts of my body, but others get worse. And the stick my pants doesn't help.

... Wait, what?

I fight the nausea and slide until I'm leaning on the back of my bed. I hunt down my glasses and put them on; only to drop them again in surprise.

There is something big tenting my pants. So big that the elastic waist of my old pajama bottoms was stretching above my skin to contain it.

I put my glasses back on, and carefully hooked my thumbs under the elastic. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Taking a deep breath and biting my lip, I decided to go for it. In a single quick movement I peeled down my pants.

A dick sprang forth.

I stared dumbly -what else could I do?— at the piece of meat still swaying merrily. It is big; little over nine inches long and about one and a half thick. My eyes track from top to bottom and back up, looking for anything that would tell me it was fake. It looks real, from the bulbous head and the foreskin still gripping at the edge, down the gently curved shaft where it finally merged seamlessly just above my pussy.

I reach, lightly running a fingertip over the head. A familiar tingle travels down it, making me twitch.

That's when the penny finally dropped and I realize that there's a fucking penis where there isn't supposed to be. So then I do what any sensible girl would do: Recoil from it and scream bloody murder.

"Taylor!" my dad yells as he crashes through the door, wooden bat ready to go. "What's wrong?" he asks, frantically looking to and fro. He zeroes in on me. "Are you..." he trails off, noticing my very obvious addition. "...What?"

"I don't know!" I answer hysterically. "I woke up and it was there!"

"Taylor, this a very poor prank."

"I swear it-" my stomach decided that it would be a good moment to remind me that bad Mexican food and stress don't mix very well. "Hurgh!"

My dad is instantly by my side, holding my hair out of the way. "We're going to the hospital," he states as I finish dry heaving. I nod, not trusting my words or my stomach.

We hastily dressed, and within minutes we are driving at top speed towards Brockton General.


* * *

Plot is some asshole tinker thought it would be funny to spike burritos with mutagens. Mutations range from slight skin tone change, down to some life threatening stuff. Panacea is working to reverse everything, but the number of patients means Taylor will have her new friend for a while. Might expand on it further, but anybody is free to it.

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