Chapter 3: Rising Action
Ethan couldn’t believe his luck. He’d already been thinking Clara would make a great fuck toy, especially given her marriage to his high school bully. Well, physical bully. Tia, Clara, and Brad had all been cruel to him verbally. Clara had made so many cruel comments, Tia had teased him endlessly, and Brad had beat him up in the locker room more times than Ethan could count. The thought of finally getting revenge, of using them for his pleasure, was intoxicating.
Ethan, growing more and more confident with his powers, waved his hand, cleaning the room instantly. He wanted to start fresh for this. Tia gazed up at him in awe, now cleaned of cum and sweat, renewed despite their aggressive fuck session.
“How-how did you do that, master?” She said, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal.
Ethan smirked at her. “Same way I fucked your whole life, puppy. I wanted it so it happened.”
Ethan fixed his clothes, making himself look respectable again. For Tia, he didn’t quite want respectable. As he willed it, she was wearing form fitting dress, underneath was where all the fun was. She was wearing lovely lingerie, the sexy lacy type. Within her bra, her nipples were clamped tight, making her hyper aware of every bounce of her tits. Her underwear was tight to her pussy, holding a dildo deep inside her, a vibrator attached to her clit ring. She looked nice but he wanted her whole body to still be throbbing with sexual pleasure.
He wanted her to be dripping with desire. His pupil. His fuck toy. His property. He wanted her to remain in her state of heightened arousal. So he willed it so.
Tia's breath hitched as she felt the dildo in her pussy, her hips rocking slightly, desiring stimulation. The vibrator buzzed right on her clit making her world a delicious haze of lust.
“Tia, be a dear and invite your friend over. She won’t be expecting you to be at my house rather than your own, of course.” Ethan said smugly, already imagining what he might do with Clara.
Tia nodded at his command. She walked towards the door, every step rocking the dildo in and out of her, making her gasp. She opened it up and leaned out, “Clara! I’m over here! Why don’t you come in and we can catch up?” She called out to her friend.
“Tia, what are you doing at Ethan’s house?” Clara’s nose wrinkles, thinking of the loser she bullied in high school. She walked over to his porch and took in the sight of her bestie. “And omg, girl, when did you get those tits!” She giggled, always a mean girl, even to her friends.
As surprised as she was to see Tia at Ethan’s, she was more surprised when the door opened further and he stepped into view, wrapping an arm around Tia’s waist. He’d never been unattractive, just a loser, but now, he was unbelievably hot. Tall, a lean muscular, and a strong jaw.
“What do we have here? Tia, have you been keeping something from me or have you just been busy since you got home?” She giggled snidely. Clara’s long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She wore athletic clothes, using her work as a yoga teacher as a status symbol, saying “I’m hot because I put in work so I’m so much better than you.” with her attire.
Ethan put on a smile easily, “Come in Clara, it’s been so long. Tia and I were just catching up ourselves since we’re both housesitting for our parents.” He gestured inwards to the living room he’d just fucked Tia all over.
Clara still looked caught off guard, as though she couldn’t figure out the situation. Were they picking on Ethan? Or were they playing nice? Was Tia playing *really* nice with him? She hoped to figure it out soon.
Ethan gestured to any of the seating options, letting Clara take a seat on a comfortable chair before sitting himself. Tia, for her part, knelt in front of him, facing Clara. She’d done it to please her master but now found this was an excellent angle to roll her hips at, pushing the dildo deeper into her with each rotation.
Clara raised an eyebrow “Well that’s new, T. Is that a uh, posture thing? I’ve heard some people really prefer kneeling to sitting.” She was so confused by Tia’s behavior, she couldn’t figure it out despite having known her her whole life.
Ethan answered for her, already eager to begin playing with his new toy.
“No, it’s not a posture thing, Clara,” he chuckled. “But it makes sense you’d think that, being a yoga teacher and all. She’s actually kneeling to show her submission and I’m fairly certain she’s finding the position presses the dildo in her pussy into some wonderful places.” Ethan smirked, watching Clara’s confusion morph into surprise. He loved toying with her, could already see the subtle ways he could break her, control her, make her his.
“You’re a real piece of work, Ethan. I bet you love this, don’t you? Taking advantage of someone like Tia?” Clara spat, her charm quickly fading.
“Is that what you think?” Ethan purred, leaning back in his chair. “That I’m taking advantage of her? Oh, Clara, you have no idea how much control Tia has given me over her life.
And how much she enjoys it. Don't you, Tia?" Ethan asked, smiling down at his pet. Tia nodded eagerly, her hips rocking faster, the dildo and vibrator sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
"You see, Clara, Tia here loves to be used, loves to be degraded. And I'm all too happy to oblige," Ethan continued, his eyes never leaving Clara's.
Clara's eyes widened in disbelief. "Tia, what the fuck are you doing? This isn't you. You were never like this in high school.
You were never this... this submissive,” Clara stammered, her eyes darting between Ethan and Tia.
Ethan chuckled, "Ah, but high school was so long ago, wasn't it, Clara? So much has changed since then. People change, they evolve. And Tia here has evolved into the perfect little fuck pet. Haven't you, puppy?"
Tia moaned, her hips bucking as the vibrator on her clit sent waves of pleasure through her. "Yes, Master. I've changed. I've become what you always knew I could be.
Your fuck toy, your plaything," Tia said, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the vibrator on her clit sent electric shocks through her body.
Clara's eyes were wide with disbelief, her mouth agape as she stared at her best friend. "But...but why, Tia? Why would you do this to yourself?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Ethan smirked, watching Clara's confusion and disbelief with amusement. "Because it's what she wants, Clara. It's what she's always wanted. To be used, to be abused, to be owned.”
Ethan chuckled, seeing the mix of horror and fascination in Clara's eyes. "You should see her face when she comes, Clara. It's a sight to behold. Her eyes roll back, her body convulses, and she turns into a fucking mess. It's beautiful."
Clara's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
The idea of seeing Tia like that, of witnessing her friend being used and degraded, sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, what she was hearing. But despite the horror, there was something undeniably exciting about it all.
Ethan noticed her response, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "You like that, don't you, Clara? The thought of watching your best friend being used like a little fuck toy turns you on, doesn't it?"
Clara's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing even darker.
“That’s insane, Ethan! I don’t care whatever kind of fucked up dynamic you two have but you can keep me out of it! I’m married, you know! To Brad.” She emphasized her husband’s name, hoping it would intimidate Ethan, get him to stop whatever sick game he was playing. She needed him to stop it, before her arousal became obvious.
“Oh, I’m well aware, Clara, that’ll be half the fun! I’m looking forward to see Brad, too, can’t keep him out of the reunion.” Ethan smiled slyly, dashing Clara’s hope that he’d stop his strange teasing. He petted Tia’s head, making her murmur with pleasure. He leaned down to whisper to her, knowing full well Clara would hear every word. “Remember pet, no cumming around company. You’ll edge yourself like a good girl, right?” Ethan whispered in Tia’s ear, knowing full well the effect his words would have on her. Clara watched in shock as Tia nodded eagerly, her hips bucking against the dildo inside her, desperate for more stimulation. “That’s a good little slut,” Ethan cooed, running his fingers through Tia’s hair.
Ethan loved the torn look on Clara’s face, a mixture of confusion, arousal, and fear. He might make that her default state, he mused. He had a desperate slut, why not a confused one? There was still plenty of time to decide.
Clara was suddenly aware of the big vibrating dildo suddenly filling her cunt, making her moan out loud. She didn’t remember putting it there but she must’ve, right? Vibrating dildos this size don’t just appear inside of you.
Clara knew this, but her body, traitorous as it was, didn’t seem to care. She could feel the toy filling her, the vibrations sending electric shocks straight to her clit. She was panting, her chest heaving with the force of her breathing. Her nipples, hardened by the cool air and her arousal, brushed against the fabric of her yoga top, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
“Fuck, Ethan. What is happening? How… how did that get there?” Clara stammered, her eyes darting between Ethan and Tia.
“Whatever are you talking about, Clara? You’ve made clear you want no part in our games and I intend to respect that. Whatever is making you grind your hips on my chair and moan like a slut is all your doing, not ours.” Ethan said, mischief playing in his eyes, making Clara even more confused. “You’re clenching that big dildo in your cunt, making yourself cum, Clara. You’ve wanted to see Tia degraded, to see her used and abused, and it’s making you so fucking hot. Isn’t it?”
Clara shook her head, trying to deny the truth of his words, but her body betrayed her. She could feel the dildo filling her, the vibrations making her pussy clench and unclench around the toy. She could feel her orgasm building, her body on the edge of ecstasy.
Her hips bucked against the chair, the dildo in her pussy hitting all the right spots. She was panting, her breath coming in short gasps as she rode the edge of pleasure.
Ethan watched Clara with amusement, enjoying the show. "You're a mess, Clara. A fucking pathetic little slut grinding on my chair, using my furniture as a fucking sex toy. You're a disgrace."
Clara's cheeks flushed dark red, her body responding to Ethan's words. She was on the edge, her orgasm just out of reach. She needed more, she needed him.
“You came to see your friend with a massive dildo in your cunt, I welcome you into my home regardless of our negative history, and you have the gall to accuse me of doing something strange? You’re the slut here, Clara. Tia is just quietly kneeling here with me in my private residence while you’re the one fucking herself on my chair.” Ethan sneered down at her.
Clara’s face contorted in a mix of confusion, arousal, and humiliation. Her body was on fire. Although she denied it, her core was throbbing, desperate for release. Ethan watched her squirm, enjoying the power he held over her.
“Tell me, Clara, for what reason are you doing this? Why act like such a slut just to throw accusations around? There’s obviously no way I put that absolutely massive dildo into your cunt and turned the vibrations all the way up. That’s all you. So why?” Ethan teased. “Tell me, Clara, honestly.” Ethan leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers. “What do you want? Do you want to be used? Did you come here hoping to get fucked by my cock? To feel what it’s like to be a pathetic little slut like Tia?”
Clara’s cheeks were on fire, her breathing ragged. She couldn’t deny the truth anymore. She wanted this. She wanted Ethan to use her, to fuck her like he was using Tia. She wanted to feel the shame, the humiliation, and the pleasure all at once. She nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and fear.
"Yes. I want that," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ethan smirked, a low growl escaping his lips. "You want to be used, Clara? You want me to fuck you like I fuck my little pet here?"
Clara nodded again, her hips rubbing against the chair, the dildo inside her hitting all the right spots. "Yes, Ethan. Please, fuck me. Use me."
Ethan stood up, his cock already hard and ready. He walked over to Clara and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back. He looked into her eyes, seeing the mix of fear and desire, and he smiled cruelly.
“Why lie, Clara? Wasn’t that so easy, admitting the truth? That you’re a pent up slut who visited her friend in the hopes of lezing off of her only to instead fuck herself silly on some else’s furniture? That you have that massive cock in you because Brad hasn’t touched you in months, not that it matters since his tiny cock could barely enter you anyways? Isn’t it so much easier to admit the truth?” Ethan continued, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Clara’s spine. He yanked her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him. “Isn’t it so much easier to just be a fucking slut?”
Clara moaned in response, her hips grinding against the chair, the vibrations of the dildo inside her increasing in intensity, overwhelming her senses. She couldn’t deny it anymore, not with Ethan’s words echoing in her head, not with her body begging for release.
“Yes, Ethan,” she gasped, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“I’m a fucking slut. I just want to be used.”
Ethan smirked, his cock throbbing with need as he looked down at her. He loved seeing these strong, confident women break down and admit their deepest, darkest desires. “Good girl,” he purred, his voice low and sultry. “Now, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.”
He pushed Clara back onto the chair, her back arching as she sat back against it. He spread her legs wide, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her. He placed his knee between her legs and pressed the dildo as deep into her as it would go, making her hips buck wildly. "Hold this in place for me, slut," he commanded, and she grabbed onto his knee, her nails digging into his jean-clad thighs.
She was now humping against his knee, her nipples pressing straight through her sports bra, mouth parted slightly in pleasure. Ethan had an idea for how he might use Clara.
“Look at me Clara. Look at me right in the eyes.” He commanded. Clara's eyes locked onto his, her hips grinding against his knee, the dildo inside her rubbing against her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Ethan smirked, watching her squirm, enjoying the power he held over her.
"You're mine now, Clara. Every part of you belongs to me. Your body, your pleasure, your orgasms. They're all mine now," Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant.
Clara whimpered, her body shaking with need, desperate for release. I'm yours.
Every part of me belongs to you." Clara whimpered, her body trembling with need. The words tasted foreign on her tongue, yet they held a dark power that made her wetter than she'd ever been.
“Good girl. Now get a little stupid for me. I want to see the light leave your bright eyes, see them glaze over as you literally fuck yourself stupid.” Ethan sneered at the slut on his knee. “You’re a fucking brainless cunt now, Clara. Stupid enough to just take the fuck I give you and beg for more. Make me believe it. Show me how stupid you are.”
Clara managed a pathetic moan, her hips grinding against Ethan’s knee, the dildo inside her rubbing against her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes, glazed over with lust and submission, looked up at Ethan, pleading for more.
“You fucking worthless little whore,” Ethan spat, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. “Fucking yourself on my knee like a mindless slut.
You’re so fucking pathetic, aren’t you, Clara?” Ethan sneered, his hand slipping beneath her shirt to palm her breast. He pinched her nipple hard, making her gasp and buck her hips faster.
“Yes, Ethan. I’m pathetic. I’m your pathetic little slut,” Clara whimpered, her eyes rolling back as he twisted her nipple.
“I didn’t tell you to stop looking me in the eyes, slut. I want to see the look in your eyes as you search for knowledge, for intelligence in your brain and find nothing.” Ethan's voice was low, a deep rumble in his chest as he squeezed Clara's nipple harder, making her cry out with a mix of pain and pleasure. “I want to see the moment you realize that you’re nothing but a stupid little slut, good for nothing but my pleasure. I want to see your eyes go blank as you shut off your brain and just take my cock like a good little bitch.”
Ethan watched Clara’s eyes glaze over, her body responding to his words and actions with a feral need.
He pinched her nipple harder, making her moan and grind against his knee. “Fuck, you’re a worthless little cunt, aren’t you? Dumb enough to go around thinking you’re better than everyone else, smarter than everyone else. But look at you now, begging for my cock, desperate for my touch like a fucking animal in heat.”
Clara’s breath hitched, her body trembling as Ethan’s words and actions pushed her closer to the edge. I’m your worthless little cunt. I’m begging for your cock.
Please, Ethan. Please fuck me.” Clara begged, her hips grinding against his knee, the dildo hitting her G-spot with every movement. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her body shaking with need.
Ethan smirked, loving the sight of her begging. He loved breaking these strong, confident women down and making them beg for it. “You want my cock, Clara? Then you have to give me your brain, feel all your intelligence drip out of your cunt until you’re the bimbo you’ve always looked like.”
Clara’s intelligence had always been a point of pride for her. She knew she looked like a bimbo so she loved rubbing it in nerds faces when she got better grades than them. She applied for and received so many scholarships, already knowing she wasn’t going to college, just so she could take them away from others. She loved beating the nerds at their own game, and they hated her for it.
Ethan knew this, and he was going to use it. He wanted to make her a bimbo in every way.
“Please, Ethan. I’ll do anything. Just fuck me,” Clara begged, her voice a breathy moan as she humped against his knee.
Ethan smiled cruelly, “Anything, huh? Alright, part of your slut training is going to be getting rid of that intelligence. You’re going to need to be stupid, empty-headed, and slutty to serve me properly.
So, let’s start with that intelligence of yours.” Ethan sneered, his hand still palming Clara’s breast, twisting her painfully erect nipple.
“I-I don’t underst-,” Clara began, but Ethan cut her off.
“Shut the fuck up, slut. You don’t need to understand. You just need to obey. Now, look into my eyes and let the stupidity in. Feel your brain emptying, bit by bit, until all that’s left is the desire to serve me.”
Clara’s eyes were wide with fear and confusion, but she obeyed, meeting Ethan’s gaze.
She felt a strange sensation, like a void opening up in her mind, slowly spreading and consuming her thoughts. The more she looked into Ethan’s eyes, the more her thoughts became muddled and distant. She felt herself growing more and more aroused, her body responding to the emptiness inside her.
“That’s it, Clara. Feel your brain turning to mush. You’re nothing but a stupid little fucktoy now. Your only purpose is to please me, to take my cock, and to be used like the pathetic little slut you are,” Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant.
“You understand that, don’t you, Clara?”
Clara nodded, her eyes glazed over, her body trembling with a desire she couldn’t understand. She could feel the emptiness inside her, the void where her intelligence had once been. All that was left was the need to please Ethan, to be used by him.
“Good girl,” Ethan purred, his voice sending shivers down Clara’s spine. “What’s 2+2?” Ethan demanded, keen to make Clara’s new stupidity shine.
Clara’s eyes widened, her brows furrowing as she tried to remember. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her face contorted in confusion and frustration. “I-I can’t remember…” she stammered.
Ethan chuckled, “See? You’re already getting there. Now, tell me, who’s the president of the United States?”
Clara’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She shook her head, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “I-I don’t know…” she whimpered.
“How about your ABCs? Or hell, even just spell your name for me?” Ethan taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he watched Clara struggle. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal.
“I-I can’t… I can’t even remember my name,” Clara whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears. She felt so stupid, so empty. She was nothing but a toy for Ethan to use and abuse.
Ethan chuckled, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he watched Clara squirm. “That’s right, slut. You’re nothing now. Just a brainless fucktoy for me to use and abuse.
I can’t wait to see you taken down a few notches, Clara. Your ego was always too big for your tiny little brain. You deserve this.” Ethan sneered, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he watched Clara squirm.
“Tell me what it’s like in that brain of yours and I’ll let you cum, slut.”
Ethan taunted, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I want to hear how fucking empty you feel, how fucking stupid you’ve become. I want to hear you beg to be used, to be a fucking fucktoy for me.”
Clara’s eyes were wide with a mix of fear and arousal. Her body was on fire, desperate for release. She could feel the void inside her, the emptiness where her intelligence had once been.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” Clara stammered, her cheeks flushed with humiliation.
“I feel so… so empty. So stupid. I can’t think, I can’t remember anything. I’m just… I’m just a fucking slut now.”
Ethan’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants, hearing Clara’s words. He loved breaking these women down, loved turning them into mindless fuck toys for his pleasure. “Now, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.
I want you to come all over my knee like the pathetic little bitch you are. Show me what that worthless cunt of yours is capable of.” Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant.
Clara whimpered, her hips grinding against Ethan’s knee, the dildo inside her hitting all the right spots. She was desperate for release, desperate to please Ethan. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission. I want to come. I want to come all over your knee,” she begged, her voice a breathy moan.
“I don’t think you know the difference between a dildo and a real cock anymore, you dumb bitch. So cum on my cock for me. That thing in your cunt is one of my cocks, so fucking cum on it!” Ethan snarled, his voice harsh and demanding.
Clara whimpered, her body trembling with need as she humped against his knee, the dildo inside her hitting her G-spot with every movement. She was desperate to cum, desperate to please Ethan, but her body needed more stimulation. I need more. Please let me cum,” Clara begged, her voice a breathy moan.
Ethan smirked, enjoying the sight of Clara begging for her release. He loved denying her, loved making her squirm and plead for it.
“Is my cock fucking the void inside your mind not good enough, slut? Are you too good for the cock I give you?”
Ethan taunted, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Clara's spine. He gripped her hair tighter, making her wince. “Or are you just too stupid to recognize it?”
“No, Ethan. I'm your stupid little slut. I'll take whatever cock you give me,” Clara whimpered, her body aching with need.
“Good answer. Now cum all over the plastic I put in your pussy like the empty bimbo slut you are!” Ethan commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. Clara moaned, her hips bucking wildly against his knee, the dildo hitting all the right spots. Please let me cum. I need it so badly,” she begged, her breath coming in short gasps.
Ethan chuckled cruelly, “You need it, huh? You need my permission to cum, you pathetic little slut? You need me to tell you when you can have your little orgasm?”
Clara nodded, her eyes locked onto Ethan’s, pleading for release.
Ethan convinced Clara’s empty mind that the dildo was his real cock fucking her. She could feel every thrust and she was too stupid to question it. “Cum on my cock, bitch!” Ethan snarled, his grip tightening on Clara’s hair.
She obeyed, her body trembling as she orgasmed, her pussy clenching around the dildo in a powerful wave. Clara threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, as the pleasure consumed her.
Ethan watched in satisfaction as Clara came, her body shaking and quaking with the force of her climax. He loved the sight of her, his stupid little slut, reduced to a mindless, moaning mess.
“Good girl, Clara.
Now, look at me. Look at me while I fuck that worthless cunt of yours,” Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant. He released his grip on her hair, allowing her to look up at him as he began to thrust his knee against her, the dildo inside her moving with each movement.
Clara's eyes were wide and glazed over, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She looked up at Ethan, her lips parted in a silent moan, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Take my cock like a good little slut.
Feel how deep it goes inside you,” Ethan commanded, his voice a low growl as he thrust his knee against Clara’s, driving the dildo deeper into her pussy.
Clara moaned, her eyes locked onto Ethan’s, her body shuddering with aftershocks of her orgasm. She could feel the dildo filling her, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her. She was a mess, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was pleasing Ethan, about taking his cock like the pathetic little slut she was.
Ethan's eyes never left Clara's as he continued to thrust his knee against hers, driving the dildo deeper into her pussy. He could see the pleasure on her face, could hear the whimpers and moans that escaped her lips as he used her body for his pleasure. He loved seeing her like this, loved breaking her down and turning her into his little plaything.
He grinned cruelly, "You like that, don't you, Clara? You like feeling my cock in your cunt, don't you, you little slut?"
Clara nodded, her eyes never leaving Ethan's. I love it.
I fucking love hearing you beg for my cock, you stupid little slut. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how much you need it.” Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant.
Clara whimpered, her body shaking with need and desperation. “I need it, Ethan. I need your cock. Please, give it to me. Fuck me with it.”
Ethan chuckled, a dark and wicked sound that sent shivers down Clara’s spine. “And what are you willing to do for it, slut? Hmm?
What's your offer to me, you worthless little cumdumpster?" Ethan sneered, his voice a low growl as he continued to thrust his knee against Clara's, driving the dildo deeper into her pussy.
Clara's eyes were glazed over with lust and submission, her body aching with need. She knew what Ethan wanted, knew what he expected from her. She was his slut, his plaything, and she would do anything to please him.
"I-I'll do anything, Ethan. Anything you want. Just please, please give me your cock.
I need it so fucking badly,” Clara begged, her hips bucking against Ethan’s knee, trying to drive the dildo deeper into her aching cunt.
Ethan laughed, a deep and wicked sound that sent a shiver down Clara's spine. “That’s a good little slut. You should always be eager to please your master, always begging for his cock. You’re learning quickly, aren’t you, Clara?”
Clara nodded eagerly, her body trembling with need. “Yes, yes, I am. I just want to be a good little slut for you, Ethan.
Tell me what you want me to do,” Clara pleaded, her body writhing against his knee, desperate for more.
Ethan smirked, a dangerous glint in his eye. “First things first, slut. Let’s get you out of those clothes. You’ve already cum once on my cock and you’re still fully clothed.” A wave of stupid confusion hit Clara. She was completely clothed so how was Ethan fucking her cunt which was completely covered? She moaned as her empty brain tried to think, only further confusing her. Ethan said it was his cock, so it was his cock. That’s reality for her.
Her empty mind couldn’t grasp the contradiction, so she believed it was Ethan’s cock. She was so fucking stupid. Ethan's voice teased, "You're so fucking clumsy, Clara. Let's get you naked so you can ride my cock the way I like it. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you, slut?"
Clara shook her head frantically, her body trembling with need and desire. "No, Ethan. I don't want to disappoint you," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and arousal.
She began to fumble with her clothes, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated, a testament to her newfound stupidity. Ethan watched with amusement as she struggled to remove her yoga top, her tits spilling out once she finally managed to pull it off over her head. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them, to pinch and twist her nipples until she was screaming with pleasure and pain.
Once her top was off, Clara moved on to her yoga pants, pushing them down her thighs and kicking them off onto the floor.
She was left in just a pair of plain white cotton panties, her tits on full display for Ethan. He smirked, a wicked glint in his eye as he took in the sight of her.
"You're such a fucking dumb slut, aren't you, Clara? You can't even take your own clothes off without making a mess of it," Ethan taunted, his voice low and cruel. "You're lucky I'm here to help you."
He reached out and grabbed Clara by the hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look up at him.
He was greeted by the sight of her tits, big and round, with large, dark nipples that were already hard and erect from the pleasure of her previous orgasm. He pinched one nipple hard, making Clara gasp and arch her back, desperate for more.
"Goddamn, you are fucking pathetic, aren't you, Clara?" Ethan growled, looking down at her with disgust and desire. "You're so fucking stupid, you can't even take your own fucking clothes off. You're just a useless little cunt, aren't you?
A fucking brainless slut who needs her master to undress her, to use her like a fucking toy." Ethan's voice was low and dominant, dripping with contempt and desire. He pinched Clara's nipple harder, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.
Clara whimpered, her body writhing against Ethan's knee, desperate for more stimulation. I'm a useless little cunt. I'm your pathetic little slut," she moaned, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission.
Ethan chuckled, a dark and wicked sound that sent shivers down Clara's spine.
"That's right, slut. You're my pathetic little cunt, my useless little brainless bitch. And I'm going to fuck you like one."
He released her nipple with a final pinch, making Clara whimper in pain and pleasure. He then moved his hands to her panties, hooking his fingers into the waistband before tearing them off in one swift motion.
"No more clothes, slut. You're naked and ready for me now," Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant. He threw the torn panties to Tia, his eyes roaming over Clara's naked body, taking in every inch of her.
“Pet, suckle my bimbo’s slut juice out of her panties while I fuck her.” Ethan ordered, his voice low and commanding. Tia obeyed immediately, her tongue lapping at the sodden fabric, cleaning up Clara’s juices. She moaned softly, the taste of Clara’s desire fueling her own. She looked up at Ethan, her eyes filled with adoration and lust.
“Good girl,” Ethan praised, a cruel smile spreading across his face. He turned his attention back to Clara, his eyes raking over her naked body. “You’re such a fucking mess, Clara. A pathetic little slut, dripping with desire and begging for my cock. And you know what?
I fucking love it." Ethan sneered, his eyes dark with lust and malice as he looked at Clara. He could see the confusion and humiliation in her eyes, could sense the arousal coursing through her veins.
"Now, open your legs wide for me, slut. Let me see that worthless cunt of yours," Ethan commanded, his voice low and dominant. Clara obeyed immediately, her legs shaking as she spread them wide, exposing her glistening pussy to Ethan's gaze.
She could feel the cold air on her wet folds, making her shiver with anticipation. Ethan's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his cock throbbing with need. He could see her clit, swollen and begging for attention, and he knew exactly how he was going to start.
"I want you to stick out your tongue, slut. Lick your own fucking cunt for me. Show me what a pathetic little whore you are," Ethan growled, his voice low and demanding.
Clara hesitated for a moment, her brain still struggling to process Ethan's words.
But her body was desperate for more, desperate to please him, and she quickly realized that she had no choice but to obey. She stuck out her tongue, her eyes locked onto Ethan's as she leaned forward and began to lick her own pussy.
Ethan watched in amusement, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he saw Clara's tongue swipe across her clit. "That's right, you fucking slut. Lick your own cunt for me. Taste your own fucking juices.
It's pathetic how turned on you are, isn't it, slut? Taste how fucking wet you are for me," Ethan taunted, his voice a low growl that made Clara's spine tingle. "You're a fucking mess, Clara. A stupid, pathetic little cunt who can't even lick her own pussy right."
Clara's tongue fumbled, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated as she tried to obey Ethan's command. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and submission, her brain too empty to comprehend the task at hand.
She was a fucking mess, her tongue lapping at her own pussy like an eager puppy eager to please its master. Ethan watched, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Clara's desperate attempts to pleasure herself.
“You’re a fucking worthless little cunt, aren’t you, Clara?” Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant as he continued to watch her struggle. “You can’t even lick your own fucking pussy right, you stupid bitch. You’re clearly flexible enough to reach it so suck your clit for me.” Clara’s tongue struggled to reach her swollen clit, her body contorting in ungainly ways to follow Ethan’s orders. It was painfully obvious she couldn’t do it, her brain too addled to form the correct movements, and Ethan watched with amusement, waiting for the inevitable.
“Fuck, you’re useless, aren’t you? You’re a brainless cunt who can’t even suck her own clit. Such a fucking disappointment,” Ethan mocked, his voice a low growl.
Clara’s eyes welled up with tears, her bottom lip quivering. I’m so sorry, Ethan.
I can’t do it…” Clara whimpered, her face flushed with frustration and humiliation. He reached out and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Oh, that’s right, Clara. You’re not just a stupid little slut, you’re a fucking pathetic one too. You can’t even do the simplest thing your master commands.”
Clara’s lip quivered, her eyes glistening with tears. I’m trying.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Clara sobbed, her face a mess of tears and mascara. Ethan smiled coldly, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“You know what’s wrong with you, Clara? You’re a pathetic little cunt who can’t even suck her own fucking clit. You’re a brainless slut who needs her master to tell her what to do. I fucking love it.” Ethan’s voice was low and cruel, sending shivers down Clara’s spine. I’m so sorry.
I can’t do it…” Clara sobbed, her face a mess of tears and mascara.
Ethan smirked, finding the sight of her distress delightful. “Don’t worry, stupid slut. I have a more suitable use for your tongue.”
He grabbed Clara by the hair, forcefully guiding her head towards his crotch. “Open your fucking mouth, you brainless cunt.”
Clara obeyed, her lips parting as Ethan shoved his thick, hard cock into her mouth. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his size. One of Ethan’s massive cocks in her pussy, another in her mouth. He was fucking her with them, using her like a ragdoll. Clara was gagging around the cock in her mouth, her throat working to take him in, to please him. The cock in her pussy was driving her wild, hitting all the right spots, making her body shudder with pleasure. She was a mess, her body covered in sweat, her hair a tangled mess, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission.
“Fuck, you’re such a pathetic little slut, Clara,” Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant as he thrust his cock into her mouth.
“You can’t even lick your own cunt right, but you’re taking my cock like a fucking champion. Fucking gag on it, you stupid bitch.”
Clara moaned around Ethan’s cock, her eyes watering as she tried to take him deeper. She could feel the cock in her pussy, hitting all the right spots, making her body shake with pleasure. She wanted to please Ethan, wanted to show him that she was a good little slut. She whimpered and moaned, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Ethan could feel her pussy clenching around the dildo, her body desperate for more.
He knew she wouldn't last much longer, and he wanted to make sure she came all over his cock before she passed out. He grabbed her head with both hands, holding her firmly in place as he thrust his hips forward, fucking her face with abandon.
"Swallow it, you stupid bitch," Ethan snapped, his voice laced with cruelty. "Take my cock all the way down that fucking throat of yours. I want to feel your gag reflex working, you pathetic little cunt."
Clara gagged loudly, her body convulsing as she struggled to take Ethan's cock.
She was on the edge of a second orgasm, her body shaking with need and desperation. Ethan held her head firmly in place, his grip tight on her hair as he began to fuck her face with brutal force. He could feel her gag reflex working, could feel her throat constricting around his cock as she tried to suppress her need to vomit.
"Fuck, yes, you pathetic little cunt. You were born to be a fucktoy, weren't you, Clara?
A pathetic little cunt who can't do anything but suck cock and take abuse. Look at you, gagging like the brainless slut you are, your eyes watering as you struggle to take my thick cock down your throat." Ethan snarled, his hips moving faster, fucking Clara's face with brutal, punishing thrusts.
Clara's eyes were streaming tears, her makeup ruined and running down her face. She was a mess, drool and spit covering her chin and chest as she tried to take Ethan's cock. Her body was on fire, her pussy clenching tightly around the dildo within her, desperate for more stimulation.
She could feel Ethan's cock in her mouth, filling her throat, and it was too much, too intense. She was choking, gagging, but her body was consumed by the need to please him. To show him that she was his fucking slut.
Ethan could feel Clara's body tensing, her gag reflex working overtime as he fucked her face. He knew she was close to the edge, her body on the brink of giving in to the pleasure. He wanted her to come, wanted to feel her pussy clench around the dildo as she tasted his cum.
"That's right, you stupid little cunt. When you cum on my cock again, you’re going to give up the rest of your mind. I’ll be your god, my every word your truth. If I say you’re cumming, you’re cumming. If I tell you to gag on my cock from across town, you’ll do it. This is what you’ll give me when you cum on my cocks.” Ethan declared as he thrust into Clara’s mouth with harsh brutality, forcing her to gag around him. “You’ll give me your mind. Every thought, every memory, anything that makes you who you are.” He panted as he looked down at Clara, her face red and covered in tears, mascara running down her cheeks like demonic tears. “You’ll give it to me, and I’ll shove it into my cum dumpster pet, Tia. Whatever she wants to know about you, she’ll find it in your brain. She’ll know every little secret, every little fear.
She’ll know every time you’ve cheated on Brad, every time you’ve lied to your friends, every time you’ve enjoyed hurting someone. Every pathetic little thought you’ve ever had will be hers to know.” Ethan ground his hips against Clara’s face, the dildo in her pussy hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Clara moaned, her body trembling with need and desperation. She could feel the void in her mind growing larger, her brain slowly being sucked out of her as Ethan fucked her face with brutal force.
“Now cum, you fucking worthless cunt.” Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant.
"Cum now, bitch. Give me your fucking mind."
Clara's body convulsed as Ethan's words pushed her over the edge. She moaned loudly around Ethan's cock, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, her body milking it for every bit of pleasure it could give.
Ethan could feel it, could feel the moment Clara's mind began to open up to him. He felt her thoughts, her memories, her very essence pouring into his mind. He moaned, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating.
"Fuck, yes.
Here it comes, you little brainless slut," Ethan groaned as Clara's pussy convulsed around the dildo, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He could feel her mind pouring into his, her thoughts and memories flooding his consciousness. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and he loved every second of it.
As Clara's orgasm subsided, Ethan pulled his cock out of her mouth, his breathing heavy and his cock throbbing with need. "Stand up, you pathetic little whore," he commanded, his voice low and dominant.
Clara obeyed, her body shaking as she stood up on wobbly legs.
She was a mess, her makeup smeared, her hair disheveled, her body covered in sweat and spit. But Ethan didn't care about any of that. All he cared about was the empty shell of a woman standing in front of him, her mind slowly being sucked into his own.
"Turn around, you fucking brainless slut. Clara obeyed, turning around to face the wall, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. Ethan could see the dildo still lodged deep inside her, her juices dripping down her thighs.
The sight of her, opened up and ready for him, drove him wild. He stepped closer, his body pressed against hers, his cock rubbing against her ass.
“You smell fucking amazing, Clara,” he growled in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. He ran his hand down her spine, tracing the curve of her back. “Like a fucking whore who just got her pussy stuffed full of cock.”
Clara whimpered, her body trembling with need and anticipation. Ethan’s hand continued its journey down her body, cupping her ass cheek and squeezing it roughly.
“Such a fucking gorgeous ass, Clara.
Perfect for taking a cock,” Ethan murmured as he caressed her cheeks, spreading them apart to expose her asshole. “And look at this pretty little hole. It’s practically begging for me to fuck it.”
Ethan ran his finger around Clara’s puckered entrance, circling it lightly before pushing just the tip of his finger inside. Clara gasped, her body tensing at the intrusion. Ethan chuckled darkly, “Don’t worry, slut. I’ll make sure it’s ready for my cock.”
He began to work his finger in and out of her ass, slowly stretching her tight hole. “That’s why you’ve been training your ass for me. You’ve known I’d be coming to town for months and have spent the whole time stretching every hole and cumming for me, haven’t you? You’ve been cheating on Brad this whole time, fully devoted to the day my cock and I came to town.” Ethan growled in Clara’s ear, fucking her ass with his finger to the hilt and pressing his cock against her lower back. Clara moaned in response, pushing back against his finger, desperate for more. “Ever since you heard the news, you’ve been stuffing everything from your fingers to dildos up your ass, haven't you? All to prepare for me? To be my perfect little slut fucktoy?” He punctuated each taunt with a thrust of his finger, pushing Clara’s body closer to the edge.
Clara nodded weakly, her brain too addled to even form a coherent response. She was his, utterly and completely. He’d changed her reality in an instant, giving her the memory of hundreds of orgasms in his honor. She’d been training her body to take his huge cock. Ethan was pleased. “That’s right, you’re my devoted little slut. Now, let’s see if your ass can handle my cock, shall we? Spread those cheeks for me, slut.”
Clara complied, spreading her ass apart to give Ethan full access. He spat on his hand, spreading the saliva on his cock before pressing the head against her tight, puckered hole.
“Relax, you stupid cunt. Take my cock,” he ordered, pressing the head in further, stretching her tight rim. Clara whimpered, her body tensing at the intrusion. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, my cock in your ass and pussy. Every moment you could, you’ve been fucking yourself stupid for me, right?” Ethan growled, as he pushed the head of his cock deeper into Clara's tight ass, making her whimper. I’ve been fucking myself silly for you. I’ve been thinking about your cock in my ass all the time. I’ve been doing everything to get ready for you,” Clara responded, her voice barely above a whisper, her body shaking with the effort of taking Ethan’s girth.
Ethan chuckled cruelly, “That’s right, you stupid little whore. You’ve been a good little slut, haven’t you? Ignoring Brad and his micro cock, instead stuffing yourself to the brim and cumming for me in private, intentionally letting your brain drool out of your pussy.” Ethan sneered, his words dripping with contempt as he continued to push his cock into Clara’s ass.
“Y-Yes, Ethan,” Clara whimpered, her body trembling with the effort of taking Ethan’s cock. She could feel the burning, the stretch, and the overwhelming sensation of being filled. “I’ve been doing everything to get ready for you. I wanna be your good little slut.”
Ethan smirked, enjoying the sight of Clara struggling to take his cock. “That’s right, you fucking slut. You’re my pathetic little cum dumpster, my brainless bimbo whore.
You were made for this, Clara. Made to be filled and emptied, stuffed and stretched.” Ethan growled, his voice a low rumble as he forced his cock deeper into Clara's ass, inch by agonizing inch.
Clara whimpered, her body trembling with the effort of taking Ethan’s thick cock. She felt like she was being split in two, the burning sensation intense and overwhelming. But she knew she couldn’t stop, knew she had to take it all for Ethan.
“Fuck, you’re a tight little cunt, aren’t you, Clara? Your ass is squeezing my cock like a fucking vice. You knew the second I left town that whenever I came back, you’d melt your brain and become my bimbo slut. A full decade of practice exists in your mind now, thousands of mindless orgasms in my honor. In fact, you’ve never let Brad fuck you. Your whole marriage, he’s been cucked by the man you both bullied and he never knew it!” Ethan chuckled, a dark and cruel sound that sent shivers down Clara’s spine. He twisted his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from Clara.
“Y-You can’t fuck my ass, Ethan. I-It’s too big,” Clara whimpered, her voice strained as she struggled to accommodate Ethan’s thickness.
Ethan laughed, his hands gripping Clara’s hips tightly, holding her in place as he began to thrust. “Don’t be ridiculous, you fucking slut. You’ve been training for this since I left.
Your whole body is prepared to take my cock, isn’t it?” Ethan snarled, his voice a low rumble as he began to thrust his thick cock into her ass more forcefully.
Clara whimpered, her body trembling with the effort of taking Ethan’s cock. She felt like she was being split in two, the burning sensation intense and overwhelming, but she couldn’t deny Ethan anything. “Yes! Yes, Ethan. I’ve been training my ass for you. Please, fuck me.”
Ethan growled in approval, “Good girl.
Take it, you stupid little slut. Feel every inch of my cock fucking your tight little ass.”
He began to pick up the pace, fucking Clara's ass with long, hard strokes, making her moan and whimper with each thrust. He felt her body tense and relax around him, her ass gripping his cock like a vice as he fucked her.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Clara. Your ass feels amazing wrapped around my cock. I can’t wait to fill it with my cum, to make you take it all like a good little slut.” Ethan snarled, his voice a low growl as he fucked her with brutal force.
You were always so smug, so high and mighty. Always thought you were better than everyone else. Thought you could treat people like shit and get away with it.” Ethan growled, his voice low and filled with malice as he continued to fuck Clara’s ass with brutal force. He could feel her body trembling around him, her ass squeezing his cock like a vice with each thrust.
“But look at you now, look at what I’ve made you. You’re nothing but a brainless, pathetic little slut. You exist to serve me, to take my cock and be used by me.
Look at yourself in the mirror, Clara. You're nothing but a pathetic little cumdumpster now." Ethan's voice was harsh, his breath ragged as he continued to fuck Clara's ass with brutal force. Clara obeyed, turning her head to look at the mirror in front of them. She saw a reflection of herself, a woman with glazed eyes, her makeup smeared, her hair a tangled mess, and her body naked and covered in sweat. She looked like a pathetic little slut, a brainless whore with a cock shoved up her ass.
Ethan loved it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he continued to fuck her ass. "You love being my pathetic little slut, don't you, Clara? You love feeling my cock in your ass, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.
Clara nodded weakly, her body trembling with each thrust. "Yes, Ethan. I love being your slut. Please, just fuck me like the pathetic little whore I am," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan chuckled darkly, "That's right, you stupid cunt. You’re so glad to finally be giving me your virginities. You’ve came on so much plastic and now you’ll finally get the real thing. You’ll take my cock in your ass and pussy like the good little slut you are.” Ethan growled, his voice laced with cruelty as he slammed into her ass, making Clara cry out in pain and pleasure. His cock was impossibly thick, stretching her wide as he pounded into her. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, as he filled her completely.
The dildo in her pussy moved with each thrust, grinding against her G-spot and driving her wild. She was overwhelmed by sensation, her body on fire with the raw, brutal fucking Ethan was giving her.
“Fuck me harder, Ethan,” she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. “I want to feel your cock tearing me apart.”
Ethan chuckled darkly, “You’re a sick little bitch, aren’t you, Clara? You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you? Loving the feel of my big cock stretching your tight little holes.”
"Yes, Ethan. I'm loving it. I've been dreaming of this, of you fucking me like this," Clara panted, her body writhing against him as he pounded into her.
The sight of her, so broken and desperate, was intoxicating. Ethan could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his balls, ready to explode.
"You've been dreaming of taking my cock, haven't you, Clara? Of being my little fucktoy, my pathetic little slut?" Ethan growled, his voice low and dominant as he continued to fuck her ass and pussy with brutal force.
Clara nodded, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts. I've been dreaming of it. I want to be your little fucktoy, your pathetic little slut. I’ve dreamed of being your mind fucked slut, giving you my brain and my virginity all in one.
I want to be your perfect little fucktoy, Ethan,” Clara begged, her voice a breathy moan as Ethan’s cock continued to punish her ass.
Ethan groaned, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. He was so close, so fucking close to blowing his load deep in Clara’s ass. He could feel her body gripping his cock like a vice, her ass clenching around him as he fucked her with brutality.
“You’re going to cum for me, Clara. You’re going to fucking cum all over my cock while I fill your ass with my cum.
You’re going to make a fucking mess for me, you pathetic little slut.” Ethan snarled, his voice a hoarse growl as he pounded into her ass with savage force.
Clara could feel it building, the pleasure coiling in her belly, ready to explode. Ethan’s cock in her ass was hitting all the right spots, the dildo in her pussy grinding against her G-spot with every thrust.
Clara’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, her body shaking with the force of her impending orgasm. She could feel every inch of Ethan’s cock as it stretched her ass, could feel the dildo filling her pussy. She was on the edge, her body trembling with need and desperation.
“That’s right, you fucking whore. You’re my pathetic little cumdumpster now. Your only purpose is to take my cock and cum for me. You’re going to cum all over my cock while I fill your ass with my cum. You emptied your brain so I could fill it with cock. Now, you're going to cum all over it like a good little slut. Cum for me, Clara. Cum now."
Clara's body convulsed as Ethan's filthy demands pushed her over the edge. Her ass clenched tight around his cock, her pussy quivering as the dildo hit her G-spot with every furious thrust. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, her mind blank except for the thought of Ethan and his cock.
She felt every pulse of her pussy around the dildo, every thrust of his cock in her ass.
"Fuck, yes, Clara. You're cumming all over my cock like a good little slut," Ethan growled, his voice a low rumble as he continued to fuck her with brutal force.
He could feel her ass clenching around him, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. He knew she was close to breaking, her mind barely clinging to existence as her body shook with the force of her pleasure.
"Good girl, Clara. You're my fucking slut now. You’re so fucking stupid now. Just a mindless fuck slut. A pathetic little cunt who exists only to pleasure me." Ethan growled as he thrust his cock deep into Clara's ass, punctuating each word with a hard stroke. She was a mess, her body writhing and shaking with the force of her orgasm, her mind completely emptied, her only purpose to take Ethan's cock and cum for him.
Ethan could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as his cock throbbed painfully. He was so close, so fucking close to blowing his load deep in Clara's ass.
He could feel every pulse of her orgasm, every clench of her ass around his cock. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock as he filled her with his seed. He wanted to mark her, to claim her as his own.
"Fucking cum on my cock, you fucking whore. I want to feel your pathetic little pussy convulse around my cock as you cum all over it. Fucking do it. Cum for me now," Ethan growled, his voice a low rumble as he fucked her ass with brutal force.
Clara couldn't hold back any longer.
The mix of pleasure and pain, the humiliation and the overwhelming feeling of being used, sent her over the edge. Her body convulsed as she came, her ass clenching tightly around Ethan's cock, her pussy spasming around the dildo. She screamed his name, a raw, primal sound that echoed through the room.
Ethan groaned, his own orgasm triggered by Clara's screams. He fucked her ass harder, slamming into her with brutal force as he felt his cock swell and pulse. He could feel her cum coating his cock, could feel her ass grip him tightly as she milked him for every last drop.
He groaned, his hips stuttering as he began to fill her ass with his cum. Take it all, you stupid slut. Every drop of my cum. That's what you were made for, isn't it? To take my cock and cum for me." Ethan snarled, his voice a low growl as he pounded into her, filling her ass with his seed.
Clara moaned, her body shaking as she felt Ethan's cock pulse inside her, filling her with his cum. She could feel it, hot and thick, coating her insides, marking her as his.
It was humiliating, degrading, and she loved every second of it. Ethan continued to pump into her, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
"Fuck, you're a mess, Clara. Look at you, taking my cum like a good little slut," Ethan panted, his voice thick with desire and satisfaction. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be used and abused by me."
Clara whimpered, her body limp and used, her mind a blank slate.
Ethan pulled out of her ass with a wet pop, his cock glistening with a mix of their juices. He grabbed a towel from the nearby dresser and tossed it to Clara. "Clean yourself up, slut. I'm not done with you yet."
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