HOOKER ADDICTION 4 by Antarctica77

Feature Writer: Antarctica77

Feature Title: HOOKER ADDICTION 4

Published: 20.11.2024

Story Codes: Shemale, Perversion

Synopsis: Scott falls deeper into the abyss …

Author’s Note: The following text may contain descriptions that some may deem sensitive. Reader discretion is advised.

Hooker Addiction 4

Hunter had not contacted me in weeks. It was strange. I kept waiting for a text or call from her, but nothing. The worst part was that I wanted her to. I needed her to. She wanted me to commit to being her slave, and while I knew that would be some sort of end to my previous life, I was desperate for that to happen.

At work I had become a shaky mess, dying to get my next fix of Hunter’s cock. My stomach was always queasy, and I had barely been able to sleep for the past few weeks. I had to make an appointment to see my doctor since I had started to feel nauseous. The doc had been suspicious, and seeing I had a predilection to caving to strong women, I immediately shelled up, derailed, and did everything I could do not to cause any suspicion.

It really sucked too, as I was in dire need of good performances at work, due to having burnt all the leeway I had from being a loyal worker. A loyal worker who now sporadically showed up.

I have to say though, Sera had been a trooper. Apparently, she had covered a bit for me, and I for the life of me couldn’t figure out why she’d do that. It was cool though, as then I could get a decent credit score… yes. I was no longer in denial. I was saving up for my next month of being Hunter’s toy. I needed her, I had to have her. However this time, it was just to get a fix. Just a taste. A full month would be later.

My phone pinged and I quickly picked it up, hoping it was her.

“You are a bad boy, Scott. Come by my room later,” was all it said from Hunter.

I was ecstatic, but I tried to keep calm. I responded with “Yes, ma’am,” and put my phone down. My heart was beating a thousand miles per hour. I couldn’t believe it. I had to get through work first, which was difficult, to say the least. Every second felt like a year, but eventually, the time came when I could clock out. I went to my car and drove over to Hunter’s motel.

I parked in front of her door, took a deep breath, and got out of my car. I walked up to her door and knocked. I heard some rustling, and then the door opened. Hunter stood there, naked, her giant cock already hard. She smirked and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside. She slammed the door shut and pushed me up against the wall.

“Got me my fucking money, whore?” she whispered. “I need 300 so I can rape the shit out of you.”

“I thought it was 250 for 15?” I replied.

“Not for shitbags like you, faggot,” Hunter groaned, pulling a ski mask down over my face, which meant we were making a video. She pulled my phone out of my pocket and shoved it into my hand. “Make sure I get it.”

She grabbed my neck and forced me to my knees. I could see her cock throb in my face, and I could feel my own cock throb in my pants. An utter mess, shaking all over, I sent Hunter 300 dollars, sealing my fate for the next fifteen minutes. And probably more, truth be told.

Hunter grabbed her phone and aimed it at me, making sure that she got a good shot of my masked face. She then grabbed her cock and slapped me with it.

“Open wide, bitch,” she said, pushing the tip into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on her cock, taking as much of it as I could. “That’s fucking right, bitch. Suck that cock. Suck that futa-fucking-dick like the pathetic little whore that you are.”

She held the camera with one hand and forced my head down on her cock with the other. My throat bulged, and I gagged around the thick member as it filled my throat. It was a sensation unlike any other, one that would never grow stale, no matter how hard or brutally I was treated. Hunter’s cock had been a drug and I had become her biggest customer. My mind clouded and I was addicted to her drug, willing to do anything for another hit, another moment of raw and uncensored submission. It would be the ruin of me. And that was the best part.

“Suck it, bitch,” Hunter moaned, forcing my mouth down as far as she could. “Fucking take it.”

I struggled for breath. I choked. Gagging sounds echoed in the tiny room, and I could feel myself getting light-headed. I pushed back against her, gasping for air as the camera captured every minute, of my depraved, masked face.

Soon I was forced down with my face against the carpet, ass in the air, and Hunter’s shiny, thick Latina ass-cheeks thrusting forward, stuffing her massive dick into my stretched-out butthole with a lecherous fervor, her fingers dug into my hips as she used the full weight and length of her powerful hips. She kept using her hips, and her thick meat sank further and further into me until she was balls-deep. My screams, pain-induced, were drowned out by the groans of pleasure that left her mouth. Hunter began pounding me relentlessly, the flesh of her thighs colliding with the flesh of my butt cheeks, creating a slap that echoed through the room.

“Hm? Yeah?” Hunter grunted. “How’s that feel? Huh?”

“AUGH!” I replied.

“Too deep? Yeah?” Hunter taunted.

“Ye-yeehaaugh!” I squealed.

“Good slut, you dirty bitch.”

I arched my back, attempting to get comfortable. It didn’t help. Her huge cock, thick shaft, and big head were completely buried in my sore ass. No lubrication, just sheer and unadulterated pain as my tight asshole was stretched to the breaking point.

Hunter picked up the pace, sliding her slick cock into me without hesitation, pushing forward until she slammed into my sore cheeks. It hurt but it felt so good, I simply couldn’t get enough. I felt so dehumanized, so violated, and yet I never wanted to stop. I wanted to feel her giant member stretch out my ass and fill me up, time after time.

“Ngh! Fuck, your ass is so good. F-Fuck!” Hunter grunted as she pummeled my poor anus, ramming her meat deep into me.

Hunter leaned back slightly, letting her cock glide across my G-spot, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had already cum a little bit just from being fucked like a dog, and when her cock massaged my sensitive spot I shot a load onto the carpet. I yelled and twisted my torso, but Hunter wrapped one of her arms around my neck and held me still.

“Yeah, fucking take it,” she hissed. “Fucking take it, bitch!”

“AH! AUGH! Oh fuck! AUGH! Ngh! GOD!” I screamed, thrashing in her grip.

Hunter laughed as she continued to pound my ass with her huge cock, making me scream louder.

“I’m gonna cum, bitch!” she growled. “I’m gonna fucking fill you up!”

I felt Hunter’s cock swell inside me, and I knew she was about to cum. I closed my eyes and prepared for the rush of hot seed that was about to be pumped into my sore, used, and abused hole. Hunter threw her head back and released a loud, animalistic grunt as she came, her seed flooding into me, filling me up and making me feel dirty and used.

I groaned and tensed up my muscles, attempting to clench my asshole around her cock, forcing the girlcum even further into my rectum. I could not get enough. Her orgasm went on forever. Her balls drained their huge load inside me until it was threatening to spill out of my asshole.

We stayed connected as her cock continued to ejaculate in me. There was just so much of her cum. Finally, after what felt like minutes, her cock stopped. We remained connected, her cock softening slightly but still filling me. Then, she slowly began to pull out. When her cock finally slid out of my hole, it was covered in a thick layer of white cum and girlspunk that slowly leaked down my legs and dripped onto the floor.

“Clean up,” she commanded, her cock resting between my buttcheeks. I obeyed, turning around to lick clean her still-stiff dick. I eagerly ate and swallowed every drop of cum, relishing the taste of the fluids I had been so craving. She pulled away when I was done, slapped her cock on my forehead, then fell on the couch behind her. “By the way, I’m required by law to tell you that I’m getting tested. For STDs.”

A small silence fell in the motel room as Hunter let the realization of what she said fall upon me.

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” I asked, looking up at her.

“I’m getting tested for STDs,” she repeated, smirking.

“What?” I asked again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still rape you.”

“Why… are you telling me this? And you’ve already… we just…”

“Because if I test positive, I want you to know that you’re probably infected too,” she replied, casually. “And that you’re such a slut that you don’t even give a fuck what you might catch. That you’ll even pay for it.”

I was speechless. I could only stare at her as she laughed at me, mocking me. My mind was racing, and I didn’t know how to react. I felt angry, betrayed, and used. But I also felt… horny. Hornier than ever before. I wanted more, even if there were such consequences. Even if it meant catching something. I was too far gone. The thought of sinking even lower was tantalizing, even as the seriousness of it was numbed to me. Hunter had broken me and ruined me for good. The thought that she was likely right drove me crazy.

“To prove my point, send me another 300,” Hunter smirked, knowing I would be unable to resist.

Again, I submitted, sending her the amount before she pulled me closer and forced my lips to the tip of her cock. The flavor and smell of her cock consumed me as I started giving her another round of worshipful fellatio, desperate for another release. As always, I had given into the lustful desires of Hunter. The thrill of it all was too addictive, and my needs were too deep-seated to ignore the urge for what Hunter was offering.

“That’s a good boy. Keep sucking like the slut you are, Scott, keep sucking that aids-cock for me, like the bitch you are,” Hunter grunted, her hips jerking upwards into my face, making it hard to breathe. I kept going though, determined to keep going. “You don’t even care, do you? You just want more of my cum. You’re such a fucking faggot, Scott, I bet you’re loving this. I bet you’re loving the idea of getting some nasty STD. Just keep sucking, faggot, and it might happen.”

Hunter had won, and there was no doubt about it. I was completely addicted to her cock, and she knew it. And everyone who’d see the video would know. Fuck me. But it was so good. Just a few more bobs wouldn’t hurt, right? Just a bit more?

Soon enough, those bobs turned into me lying on my back getting railed and slapped by my sexual aggressor. I felt so used. I didn’t want it to end, even though I would be bruised, full of girlspunk, and who knew what I was in the process of getting infected by. Even in the moment, I was able to think of my own lack of rational thinking but was unable to do anything about it. I was incapable. I could do nothing but lay here, on my stomach, taking her cock like a sex-hungry whore, knowing I could’ve, no, should’ve walked away. Should have fought back, at least. Not have surrendered. She was going to make me cum one more time. Oh god. Here it comes, one last load of slut sperm in my pants, for all to see. God, I’m so dirty.

“Fucking faggot,” Hunter groaned, her cock slamming into me once more. “Gonna give you all kinds of dirty diseases, slut. Gonna give you the fucking aids and turn you into a full-on faggot sissy-slut.”

Her words made my cock twitch as I felt another orgasm building inside me. She was going to make me cum. She was going to make me cum again, and again, and again. I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t resist. I was going to cum again, knowing full well I was being recorded. Being recorded while a literal dirty cock was fucking the shit out of me. I could only hope her results were coming back negative because I had no power over myself.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up with my cum again,” she grunted, her cock slamming into me faster and harder. “Gonna make sure you can’t walk for days, and I’ll make you pay for it every goddamn time I need my fucking rocks off. This will be every single day. This will be you now, every fucking day. This is your entire future, faggot.”

“Fuck, please don’t!” I begged, and yet there was no hint of a fight.

Hunter continued to pound my ass, making my body shake and tremble with the force of her thrusts.

“Oh, you want it to stop?” She laughed, digging her nails into my ass, making me cry out in pain. “That’s hilarious.”

My cock pulsed, and my body shook with pure pleasure. I knew it was wrong, but I loved the feeling. I was helpless. Hunter was a ruthless, brutal, domineering monster.

I would have no peace anymore, for all was lost. The fate of my ruined and used self was set. All that remained was to finish, and hope the rest would come as a sort of epilogue. I knew now, like before, that I wasn’t Scott Rivers. I was Hunter’s willing, paying toy, ready to get raped on a whim. All I had now was to do as I was told…

“Please fuck me,” I moaned, not even caring what would be recorded. “Just fuck me harder. Fuck, please.”

With that plea, she rammed herself balls-deep into my ass, her fat meat stretching my ass to its limits and then some. I cried out as I was filled with immense pain mixed with pleasure, her giant cock rubbing against my prostate. Hunter put her hand on the back of my head and shoved me down onto the floor, holding me in place.

“Damn it. That’s a good fag. Don’t stop begging, don’t fucking stop!”

I couldn’t stop. The words kept pouring from my mouth, pleading for her to take me, to abuse me. I didn’t care anymore. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my brain shut down. Nothing registered other than the sensation of her cock in me, and the ecstasy coursing through my body.

I came hard, my cock spraying its load all over the floor for a second time this evening. My body convulsed, my muscles strained, and my voice died in my throat.

Hunter let out a low moan, her entire body shaking, and she pulled out of my ass. Cum splattered against my ass and my back, painting me with streaks of her hot semen. My vision dimmed and my hearing became distorted. All I could focus on was the sound of Hunter’s breathing, her satisfied laughter, and her grunts. Her pleasure had come at my cost.

“Not even worth it,” Hunter muttered.

For a second, her words cut through the fog of my brain, bringing me back to the surface. I didn’t want her to leave. I had no reason to stay. I could crawl home, the broken mess of a human I was now, and never return here, but the idea filled me with dread. How I could leave, how I would go on without feeling the touch of her, it was… inconceivable. The mere thought was nearly enough for my eyes to tear up. It was then that gravity hit as if something broke and had caved. My arousal had been satiated for now, and the fog cleared.

I had once again willingly chosen to be abused. I paid for it, in more than just a financial sense. She was the worst of the worst, a ruthless and sadistic futanari whose cock was my sole reason to live…

As if she had heard my silent prayer, Hunter stood back up, hoisting her massive girlcock into her hands, ready to cram it right down into my abused throat. It throbbed hard. I licked my lips. Maybe she’d need an encore…?

Hunter stepped towards me, her cock leading the way. With one hand on the base, she angled it at my mouth, her swollen head pointing straight at me.

“C-Can I please suck your-”

“Open wide, slut,” she groaned, moving towards me. My heart skipped a beat when she gave my cheek a slap. The sudden sting of it was welcome as I opened my mouth. Hunter moved closer, pushing my head down slightly, allowing me to see her shaft as her cock drew closer. “You’re fucking sick, you know that? Begging to get AIDS and other diseases, getting off on it.”

“T-Thank you, Hunter.”

“Shut it. Don’t speak, just keep your mouth open and let me fuck that throat,” she whispered, placing the tip of her cock on my bottom lip, teasing me with it. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to use your mouth for my pleasure, don’t you?”

I nodded.

She gave a light tap on my cheek with her hardness, before angling the cock and pressing its girth between my lips, pushing her huge meat right into my throat. I coughed and gagged, tasting her salty flesh, a thin string of pre-cum still oozing from the tip. She gripped the back of my head with her other hand and forced my face flush against her lower abdomen. A grunt was followed by an audible thump of my throat filled to the brim with her monster girlcock, stretching out my gag muscles. She held me firmly against her crotch as I gagged, tears running down my cheeks as my throat bulged.

Hunter slowly pulled back a few inches, nowhere near enough for my comfort, before driving forward again, making sure she hilted inside my throat again. My throat swelled, and I struggled for air, trying to breathe.

Hunter began thrusting hard, and fast, pulling just a few inches out before ramming back in. All the while I could barely handle her throbbing cock sliding down and choking my sore throat muscles. She gripped my hair and forced herself down my throat over and over again, not caring that she was hurting me. I just didn’t give a fuck, I was beyond pain…

“That’s a good bitch, I want you to fucking choke,” Hunter said.

She took one hand from my head and reached down, wrapping it around my neck. Her fingers pressed into my windpipe, squeezing hard. With her cock inside my throat and her strong hand on the outside, she was cutting off my airflow completely.

I wheezed and groaned, fighting her hand to get enough air to not pass out, though the more I squirmed the tighter her grip got. My head was growing fuzzy as she squeezed even tighter, cutting off the last remaining air.

It was the sweetest torment, one that should have been the epitome of misery, and yet it was all I craved and more. The way her fat cock pressed into every crevice of my sore gullet, bulging and stretching out my skinny little neck. The tight squeeze around my throat was pushing me towards total darkness. I could hear my heart in my ears and I could feel my body struggle against her superior strength, but my mind was too far gone to really comprehend all that was going on.

My body betrayed my well-being and relaxed against Hunter’s cock, submitting to her and showing her my willingness to go all in. I wasn’t sure if it was the strength leaving my body, her giant thighs around my head and cock in my throat, or if it was from submission, but I stopped struggling against her grip, allowing her to use my mouth however she wanted.

“Agh!” She growled, slamming her hips into me, trying her hardest to break my neck as she reached the point of no return. “God, I’m gonna cum. Take that, fag! Fucking… yeah, uhn, uh, UHN… ah, uhhhh!”

Her cock slammed in one final time as I lost consciousness. Her warm cum traveled directly into my stomach, the release being a tiny respite from the torment I experienced. It took a minute for her to finish, but when she did she let go of my head.

“Fucking cum-dump,” Hunter said. She slapped me twice, each one bringing me back to life. “Pathetic.”

I rolled onto my stomach, suddenly able to gasp for air as if my throat had been cut open. I could smell Hunter’s semen everywhere, rank as hell, but so good. My throat felt raw, and my neck was sore, and yet, I was satisfied. I couldn’t speak, my brain was still rebooting, so instead I turned back to Hunter and wrapped my mouth around her semi-flaccid dick.

I sucked and slurped the foul semen into my mouth, savoring the taste of her warm cum. My nostrils were filled with the smell of sweat and sex, and I moaned against her flaccid meat as I did what I was supposed to: clean her up before she either fucked me again or left. I knew it would be the latter, as my account was dry. The money I was saving was luckily on another account not connected to my phone.

“Worthless bitch,” she muttered, almost under her breath, as I ate up all the fluids left over from our latest fuckfest.

Hunter grabbed me by the hair and yanked me off her cock. I was caught completely by surprise, and I hit my head on the floor as she threw me. I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath.

“Time to go.”

“Oh god,” I gasped.

Hunter walked towards the door, opened it, and gestured towards it. “Fuck off, Scott.”

I took one last glance at her naked body and her huge cock, before crawling across the floor to find my clothes.

“Will you let me know about the tests?” I asked, but the door slammed behind me.

*

Weeks later, I woke with a jolt and looked around my bedroom, unsure of where I was at first. I was drenched in sweat and panting, my head spinning and heart pounding, unable to make out anything in my surroundings.

Once I managed to clear my mind a bit, I realized that everything was fine. I was safe. I was home, and I was alone. I let out a sigh and rubbed my head. It’d been a few weeks since I had any contact with Hunter, and I had not received a single call or text message from her since. She was still posting to her page, I had already yanked it quite a few times to the videos she had made out of our last encounter, and to a few others. That meant that if she was infected, more than I was getting a severe dose, and yet she seemed none the worse for wear.

I had of course been checking for any sign of getting sicker, but I didn’t dare get tested. I wasn’t about to have any relations anyway, but I still laid awake at night thinking about what Hunter might’ve given me. Not knowing was torture.

My phone lit up. “Hey,” said the screen.

It was Sera. I quickly responded, “What do you need?”

“I don’t need anything. Just checking up on you. You were a bit spaced out yesterday.”

I was. Existing sort of became a chore for the past month or so, but I could tell she wanted more information. It’s not like I hadn’t noticed her lingering gaze or the few invitations out. But my thoughts were filled with nothing but Hunter…

“Sorry. Idk what it is, it comes and goes,” I wrote back. I hoped that was enough. An awful pit filled my stomach from how I was treating Sera, but I’d make up for it some other time. Not like she’d understand.

“Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, or even just some company… You know my offer stands.”

“I’m aware, thank you,” I replied. I swiped to find my banking app. I had to see if I was getting closer to that 20k mark for another month of Hunter’s addictive sadism.

Of course, I checked earlier today too, but I was sort of thinking I should indulge a bit again. I had been good for a week or so, time was a loose concept for me now, so maybe I could… just a grand for an hour or so. Yes. I had been at work all week, even doing chores around the house. I deserved a little something.

And yes, this ‘something’ was the reason it took me a while to save up, even with the job I had.

I sent her the grand and waited.

“I’ll be at your house in twenty minutes,” was all she wrote back.

My heart started beating faster as I read her message. Twenty minutes until I got to feel her cock inside me again. Twenty minutes until I would feel her warmth against my skin. Twenty minutes until I would have the opportunity to cum again.

I stood up from my bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I brushed my teeth, showered, shaved, and made sure to use some extra deodorant. Then I put on a fresh pair of underwear, a pair of jeans, and a T-shirt. I glanced at myself in the mirror and saw the face of a broken man. I quickly looked away. I’d sort myself out later. One day. Later. I just needed to…

I heard the doorbell call, and I quickly left my room, rushed down the stairs, and opened the door for Sera. She was standing there in jeans and a shirt, her hair tied up in a ponytail. She looked good. She looked gorgeous, even.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” I replied.

“So, how are you?”

I shrugged. “Been better. How about you?”

“I’m good,” she smiled. “Anyways. I was just in the neighborhood, about to go for a burger. Wanna join?”

Wait… the tone she asked… Was Sera asking me on a date?

I could have said yes. Perhaps I should have said yes. But I had almost twenty grand saved up, and I wanted to give it to Hunter. I wanted to have her cock buried inside me, balls-deep, pounding me into oblivion. Hunter was on her way right now for an hour of pregaming before a month of delicious torment, and I had a feeling that she’d be coming in hard and rough.

But I also knew that if I didn’t go, Sera would be hurt. And it’d be another thing I’d feel guilty about. But the idea of seeing Hunter… I had to choose. Getting stuffed by Hunter, or avoiding hurting Sera’s feelings?

Fuck it. Hunter was on the way. I needed my fix.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I can’t,” I said. “Maybe later?” I added, trying to at least soften the blow.

Sera’s face fell slightly. “Oh, okay.” She fumbled around with her hair and her eyes darted around, unsure of what to do. “Well, uhm… I guess I’ll see you at work, then?”

“Yeah,” I said. “See you at work.”

She turned around and walked away. I felt terrible. I wanted to call her back, apologize, and take her up on her offer.

“Whatever, dude,” I told myself. “Get ready.”

And so, I did. And 10 minutes later the bell rang.

Hunter had arrived.

The door swung open, and I stared wide-eyed at the tall figure of my olive Latina mistress. Giant thighs for days, giant cock to slay. And today, she even brought a horsewhip. A sinister, smug-as-fuck smile greeted me. She wanted to watch me squirm. And so, I did.

“Scott, you’re a bitch,” she growled.

“Uh…” was all I could utter.

Her big muscular frame entered, and the door closed. She cracked the whip against my face, making me flinch and groan out loud. “On your knees,” she growled.

I obeyed.

“Good faggot, learn your place.” Hunter moved past me, her hand gliding across my shoulder as she strutted into the living room like a conqueror of Rome, stepping over every obstacle without a care in the world. She sat down, spread her legs, and put her hands on the back of her head.

“Now, why don’t you crawl towards me and give a proper greeting,” she said, smirking as I watched her snake-like member expand against the inside of her thigh, tight underneath her khaki shorts, begging for release.

“Please, tell me, did you get the test results?” I asked. It was all I thought about the past week.

She snorted, her big boobs jiggling beneath her thin shirt as she broke out in a nasty, wide grin. “Oh, you mean the test for my diseases? Well…” Hunter paused, as if she were going to leave me hanging for a moment, then a sudden, firm strike hit me, and a new burn on my skin shot through my nervous system, lighting all my synapses in a fire. As my vision cleared from the tear suffocation, she was smiling, cock firmly and freely resting between her meaty thighs.

“…How do you think?”

Another snap of her arm, another strip of skin licked by the stinging whip. “OW!”

“Shut your bitchy face and get to sucking,” Hunter ordered.

With her dark olive skin glistening in the midday sun, Hunter was a picture-perfect vision of a cruel but powerful goddess as she relaxed back on the couch, letting the loose ends of her charcoal hair brush past her full, smooth shoulders, her 32D tits jiggling seductively, nipples stiff with desire, and the engorged mass of her cock pulsating and stretching underneath her skintight khaki shorts, just waiting to unload into me.

Her luxurious curves contrasted beautifully with the cold, empty air around her. Her brown eyes were smoldering with malice as her tensed, thick thighs bulged beneath the frayed, thin material, her cock throbbing eagerly against the rough fabric. Hunter had an unbreakable spell on me, and the way she glared at me made me resume my crawling.

I hated her. And yet… my insides were tingling. I couldn’t help but desire a taste. Just a nibble at the thick monstercock between her meaty thighs… The thought consumed all my senses and my mind fogged, imagining that dirty girth filling my mouth again and giving me the drug I craved.

“So, about those results,” she said in a teasing tone, clearly enjoying keeping me guessing, “do a good job today and I might consider giving you the answers.”

“But then if it’s positive-” my counter-argument was interrupted by her stare. Angry and impatient. I meekly went back to the crawling, approaching my prize.

“But it could be so worth the risk, huh?” Hunter laughed.

My pulse spiked as I realized how badly I needed to suck her cock. I could not hold myself back any longer, my mouth watering as I got within a foot of the monstrous head. I pulled the belt from around her waist and worked her button and zipper until her shorts were lying in a puddle around her ankles and I was face-to-face with the twitching behemoth I wanted inside my ass and throat. Her giant, beautiful, disgusting cock, throbbed in front of me, dripping, her bulging balls bouncing slightly with every pump of blood through her oversized member.

“Open up wide, fag,” Hunter groaned. I did so, and her massive dick slammed into my mouth and stretched my jaw to the limit, pushing painfully against the sides of my face and lodging itself deep within my throat, scraping roughly against my tender esophagus. My whole body tingled with excitement at the feeling of the giant mass pushing inside, and I moaned in pain, pleasure, and pure horniness. I loved the feeling of it sliding along the inside of my mouth and throat, the hot, smooth flesh of her perfect girlcock was heaven to touch, taste, and smell.

Hunter took full control. There was nothing I could do but surrender, and accept her rough thrusts. A rhythm began, slow at first, as her hand slowly pushed my head along her thick shaft. Soon, she quickened the pace, using both hands, until my head was bobbing back and forth. Her big, smooth balls swung and collided with my chin and my throat.

“UGHHHHHHH,” I moaned in ecstasy. The pain, the pleasure, the shame, the disgust, the thrill; all of it filled my entire body, leaving my brain empty of anything other than Hunter.

I opened my eyes slightly to peek at her as she rammed her cock in and out of my aching mouth. Her own eyes were closed tight, her face contorted into an expression of extreme pleasure as she forced her enormous member down my throat, but every few seconds she would glance down and meet my gaze. Her smile, if you could call it that, was cruel and her eyes cold and black with hate—vicious malice exuded from her every pore.

Then she closed her eyes again, gritted her teeth, and, with an inhuman grunt, thrust forward and held me there.

I panicked. She held me down. I tried to pull away but she held me still. I thrashed and beat on her thighs, kicked, squirmed, writhed, and clawed, all to no effect.

My nose pressed against her pelvis, I fought for air, her hand firmly gripping my hair, holding me down with more power than I ever thought possible.

My face burned red from lack of air. I was losing consciousness when, suddenly, she jerked me back by my hair. Air! I took great, heaving breaths as the life came back to my limbs. I fell over on my back coughed violently, barely aware of Hunter moving my legs wide apart, tearing my trousers away from me.

Looming over me now, towering, she towered, naked and breathing heavily as she leaned down, laying her whole body upon me. Her sweaty chest squeezed against my face, and her cock pressed against my ass.

“I’m going to destroy this tight, little fag hole of yours and fill you up with my nice warm girlspunk,” she hissed in my ear, her hands pinning down my wrists to the carpet. “I’m gonna pump your tight body full of nasty diseases, you understand? You want my cock deep inside you? Huh? You want my cum? Take it… fucking take it.”

Before I could form a response to her sadistic words, she grabbed my hips, holding me tightly as her throbbing pole pierced its way through me. “Fuck,” I managed, and it felt like an earthquake tore through me. My head shook, my body shook.

“That’s it,” she whispered.

I turned my face away, not wanting her to see my excitement, trying to keep up a facade of dignity. No, Scott, you don’t have any dignity. Hunter fucked that away a long, long time ago. I moaned softly, struggling against Hunter’s grip, wanting so badly for her to pound me into the ground. My eyes closed as I waited.

Hunter thrust her hips a few times, slowly. Her giant rod pushed in and out of me, the pain mixed with pleasure, an indescribable pleasure I had become so very accustomed to. Her girth pressed against my prostate, pushing me closer to the edge already.

With every thrust, I lost a bit of self-control. Soon enough, her thrusts became erratic, harder, rougher. I moaned loudly, no longer feigning any silly resistance as I had initially. Why did I struggle? The thought of getting some disease probably, but those consequences seemed so foreign now. It all seemed distant as Hunter’s monster pole tore apart my insides.

“That’s it, you dumb, stupid faggot. This is why you were created.”

The sound of her deep, dominating voice only added to my intense pleasure. The familiar sensation of my approaching orgasm rose inside me as her relentless pace continued. Her hot breath blew into my face as her strong arms and shiny abdomen flexed against my limp body.

Hunter’s muscles tensed, and a torrent of liquid heat spewed from her throbbing monster. I was flooded with warmth as my eyes shot open, and my dick exploded, coating me in sticky strings of my own cum.

As the pleasure began to subside, and my muscles relaxed, I felt Hunter’s sweaty skin and her hair against my neck. Her hot, ragged breaths blew on the damp skin of my throat. Her tongue slowly lolled out with a glob of spit hanging on the end tip. Hunter’s cock pumped slowly in my ass, filling me, releasing wave after wave of delicious hot goo into my depths.

“Scott, open your mouth,” she demanded as she barely maintained control of her voice.

As soon as I spread my lips, Hunter spit into my mouth. She spat again, and this time it landed on the side of my face and started oozing down to my ears. With a wicked smile, Hunter pulled her cock out, wiping the cum on it across my face before slowly turning her body and moving up to sit on my face with her giant shiny cheeks spread over my head, darkening my visions with her ass.

I opened my mouth to receive her sweaty asshole, tasting the pungent flavor of her salty hole. I began to lick her sweaty cheeks and hole, loving every second of it. I could hear her laughing quietly as I pushed my tongue further into her.

“Fuck, look at you, you little cumdumpster, licking my filthy little hole. You really are a pathetic, stupid little fuck, aren’t you?” she scoffed, running one hand along the curve of her cheek before lifting it a bit to let me get some air.

“Aah… Huhgh…” I whimpered, nodding slightly, almost drunkenly. Yes, that was what I was. A useless cumdump. Worthless, worthless. Hunter moved back and forth on my face a little, before sliding further down so her gigantic girlcock rubbed against my lips.

“Open up,” she hissed, her eyes smoldering as she brought her fist down and hit my forehead. I whimpered, doing as ordered. Her huge cock slid deep into me. I closed my mouth around it, my eyes rolling back into my head and lids closing as Hunter reached deep with the head of her cock.

“Mmm, fuck yeah, suck that big, fat girlcock, little bitch,” she panted, thrusting against my throat while simultaneously sitting on my chest. Her dark eyes held mine prisoner while I bobbed my head back and forth, enjoying the sensation of the pulsating appendage inside of my mouth.

I groaned around her length, my mouth aching, a pleasant soreness, but not wanting her to take the warmth and sensation out of my throat.

“Awwhhh,” she whined, rocking her body forward and resting her hands above my head. “Take this!”

She sped up her pace, not pulling out too far and holding herself against me. Her heavy nuts swung and slapped my chin as she humped my face with rapid, small thrusts.

“Mmmm,” she groaned, tilting her head back, trying to focus on her orgasm. My eyes rolled back into my head, mild darkness and haze entering the corners of my vision, all the air escaping me, all my airflow blocked. “Your hour is up, but I need to cum,” Hunter said from above. I thought I could faintly hear an alarm somewhere. “Wire me another grand right now. Pay me more,” she snarled, using her cock to choke me.

“Ha,” I gasped around her cock, wanting to comply with every fiber of my being, not even realizing the lack of air till it was taken away. She pulled out, gripping the back of my head and slamming back in, shoving herself so deep and hard at once that my gag reflex made me cough and choke as her pubes pressed to my lips.

Hunter then stood back, knee on one side of my torso, foot on the other, cock dangling above me. She turned and retrieved my phone, and handed it to me. Within minutes she had rolled me over prone, I had paid a grand, and she was pounding me with all her weight and force, arms wrapped under my armpits, chin on my shoulder.

She rode me with ferocity, brutal slaps and jolts echoing through my system and rattling my bones. Tears and spit flowed in equal measure. Every thrust sent me further into submission, as nothing else mattered anymore. Hunter railing me was everything to me.

Then I suddenly felt a brutal pressure on my shoulder as Hunter bit into me hard, making me cry out in agony, my body writhing with pain, but only causing her to drive herself deeper into me, and making me scream all the more. “I love hearing you scream in pain, you pathetic sack of shit.”

She then leaned up in an almost seated position, still cock docked and lodged inside me, moving her hands to wrap around my throat from behind, beginning her sadism and choking me hard. Her fingertips pressed into me, squeezing with no sign of letting up. My eyes rolled back in my head, just as her thrusting inside me sped up.

In this new position, she was able to use her entire weight in her thrusts, and soon it turned quite violent. Hunter was chasing her orgasm, and my safety again became nonexistent. Her fingers held so tight, I was lucky if I didn’t die. It wouldn’t have surprised me if her final plan was to fuck my corpse until she got hers.

“Maybe next time I should give you something really nasty,” Hunter panted into my ear, releasing my neck from her grip just enough for a moment of respite before returning to the process of strangling me.

“Hu…” I garbled. “Huh- huhgh-” I couldn’t find the energy or presence of mind to do or say anything more.

As Hunter was starting to reach her orgasm, her grip became stronger and stronger, and I started to think I’d pass out before she came. But I also realized that dying right here and now wasn’t all bad. Better here in bed with her than any other way, right?

“God, it feels good to destroy you,” Hunter snarled.

Her hot, thick spunk poured inside me.

My vision was black around the edges, and there was a dull ringing in my ear as the final squirts were pushed into my gut. But even as my vision darkened and the roaring of the ocean consumed my thoughts, a realization formed that left me nauseous… Hunter just gave me a potentially deadly disease.

“Cum-hungry bitch,” Hunter grumbled, shaking me by the hair, sounding exasperated and bored. “Hope it was worth your time and money, you worthless sack of shit. Now get lost. Your time is up.”

Dazed, exhausted, covered in sweat, and semen, and filled to the brim with potent, hot spunk, I attempted to stand on wobbly knees and looked Hunter in the eye, feeling both hopeful and hurt.

Hunter looked around a bit. “Oh, right. This is your place,” she said getting up.

“Wait. You said you’d give me something really nasty next time,” I said.

“Yeah. Next time you eat my ass, I’m gonna shit in your mouth and you’ll have to eat that too, you worthless fucking faggot.”

Hunter looked straight at me, daring me to talk back. I gulped as I stared back. I wasn’t sure what to make of that. That seemed fairly disgusting but at the same time… I sat there quietly for a moment. I didn’t want that, but I knew how powerless I was.

“Are you saying that’s fine?” she asked. “You’d really do that just to be a good little faggot to me?”

Hunter pulled her hair over her right shoulder. Her entire being commanded respect, her frame powerful and intimidating. All I wanted was to melt into a puddle of mush at her feet, submit to her, and do everything to keep her happy, to please her, and satisfy her.

“I…” I choked on my own words, the embarrassment of the situation overwhelming me. “Y-yes,” I said, my heart racing. “That… is fine.”

She stared down at me with her cold brown eyes. “Are you saying that, because I would probably make you eat that anyway?”

I said, “Yes.”

“Mmm. Good,” Hunter said, placing a hand on the top of my head, rubbing it up and down, petting me, mocking me. “Good boy. Maybe you can still be of use after all, huh.”

I blushed in shame.

“Maybe you wanna do it right now,” she said.

“W-what?”

“Right now. Eat my ass.”

I closed my eyes. A lump formed in my throat. “Now? But…”

“Shut the fuck up and do it now,” she growled. Hunter turned around and stood over me. Her backside was a towering vision, her legs and booty forming a massive, imposing form. A faint whimper escaped my lips.

With trembling knees, I crawled towards her, gazing up. She stared down at me over her shoulder, looking imperious and dominant, towering like an ancient monument. I could see her hard cock in front of her.

The smell of musk, sex, and cum was overwhelming. But Hunter’s giant muscular ass loomed over me, glistening with a layer of sweat.

Spreading her heavy cheeks, I extended my tongue and placed it in her hairless crack. I was about to clean the rim of her asshole when Hunter said, “Clean the whole thing. And once you’re done licking, I need you to open wide. Then we’ll see what happens.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, inhaling the scent of her womanhood, and my arousal rising again. I swallowed hard. A lump had formed in my throat. Disgust and anticipation dominated my mind.

“And jerk your cock. I want you to cum while it happens,” Hunter said from above. She slowly started moving her hips.

I obeyed and started licking her firm asshole, sticking out my tongue as much as I could. I dragged it over her opening, tasting it thoroughly. As I did, I could taste her strong taste, her intense scent filling my nose. Hunter moaned above me, pushing against my face and riding against my tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” she moaned. Her hand grasped the back of my head and pushed, holding my face tight against her musky asshole. Meanwhile, I found my cock and started jerking it, the anticipation was enough to drive me mad, but Hunter kept forcing my tongue against her puckered hole, grunting and groaning in pleasure.

She held me against her for a moment, and I licked and sucked, enjoying the experience, tasting the sweet ass-sweat. When I pulled away for a second, I looked up and saw her eyes were closed, and a large smile spread across her face as her moans increased.

“Ah, fuck,” she cried out, holding her cock, and looking down at me, smiling as she rode against me again. “Eat my ass, fag.”

My tongue entered the small hole, and her thick rim tightened around it. Then, I felt Hunter’s asshole pucker and contract, clenching and spasming, her soft ass pressing against my face and forcing my tongue deeper inside.

“Ugnnnnhhhhh,” she grunted, her asshole spasming and milking against my tongue as her own cock throbbed and twitched violently in her grasp. “Jerk that cock and open wide,” Hunter commanded, clutching one of her cheeks tightly as she moaned, and her ass convulsed wildly against my tongue.

“I want you to think of me shitting in your mouth while you jerk that cock, waiting for me to fill your mouth up,” she told me, closing her eyes and moaning softly. “Like a submissive, dirty, little piggy, jerk to how low and depraved you are.”

My own dick started twitching too.

I felt the tension building in her thick thighs and bottom. I saw her flexing asshole spasm, tightening and loosening as it contracted and clenched, pulling my tongue inward and sucking against it.

“That’s it,” she moaned, jerking her shaft as her body quivered and shook. “Jerk that cock. Oh fuck, I can feel the pressure… Get ready, Scott…”

I opened my mouth wide, leaning backward, eyes focused on her glistening asshole. A thick glob of hot white cum poured from the tip of my cock. My heart raced, thumping loudly against my chest. Her asshole twitched violently and stretched, pushing outward slightly, threatening to let loose her waste into my open, waiting mouth. I watched as her asshole twitched, jerking my orgasm right into a second one.

“Ghh,” I groaned, squeezing my shaft.

“Let me shove it all the way in,” Hunter growled, giving it one last effort. She lowered her hips, making her round buttocks hover lower above my face. I couldn’t contain my lust anymore and closed my eyes. “That’s right. Cum while thinking about eating my shit. What a pathetic loser you are.”

As I finished, Hunter stood up looking down at me with a disgusted look on her face. In hindsight, in post-orgasm, so was I. “You’d really do it, wouldn’t you? Fucking freak. I wanted to see how low you’ve gotten, but fuck me, that’s fucking pathetic. First, you want my STDs, now you want my shit? Fuck off. You disgust me.”

Hunter turned and walked away. I watched her big butt shake from side to side as she did. I felt both relieved and disappointed. How is this possible? I sat there, naked, covered in my own semen. I felt shameful, dirty, and disgusting. Hunter demeaned me, drawing out the vilest thing from the darkest places of my mind, then ridiculed me for it. What was I to do? I had no choice but to take it. I couldn’t even say it was forced upon me because I chose this.

I wanted to cry.

Instead, I lay down on the floor, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a sharp pain in my stomach. I was still on the floor, naked, still covered in dried sweat and cum. I stood up slowly, feeling dizzy.

Over me, stood Hunter. She had probably kicked me awake. “I know you can’t afford another month. I checked your phone while you were knocked out. You’re almost there, so I’ll cut your slutty ass a deal,” Hunter said, putting her foot against my cheek. “I’ll stay over for a month, rent-free. My house is contaminated with bugs, so I’ll save shit on a hotel. Then I’ll use you for content video purposes until you’ve paid off what you owe me.”

“What?” I muttered weakly.

“Ten percent of each video I make will go to pay off the money you owe me. 20 grand minus the eleven you got, then let’s round it down to 10 for easy math and me living rent-free. So I’m giving you a month with me doing whatever I want with you for half price, but with the caveat that I’ll use you for content. I’ve drawn the contracts, waivers, and the NDAs already, and sent me your money.”

That was certainly a lot to wrap my brain around. How did that math even work? Did she think I’d buy that crap? Or perhaps… she didn’t give a shit if I did. But Hunter living in my house? And she had already sent my hard-earned money to herself, more or less forcing me to sign her documents. I could probably fight it through legal means, but that meant admitting to the world what a slut I was, and all the things I had done.

“Will I wear a mask or something?” I asked.

“Sure,” Hunter said. “Sign the documents on the table, then go run me a bath,” Hunter instructed. She slapped me on the back of the head and then headed to the kitchen.

“Yes, Hunter,” I sighed.

I walked over to the living room and picked up the papers. My heart was racing as I read them over. I realized that I was getting myself into something I probably shouldn’t have. I had done this before, but it suddenly felt more dangerous than before. But I was so horny and desperate for Hunter’s dick, and I knew it would be a while until I could afford her again, so I signed them. I folded them up, placed them back on the table, and walked upstairs to draw the bath. I also saw two cameras on tripods. One was parallel to the big bathtub, and the other was off at an angle. We were starting already.

While I waited for the water to fill up, I went to the bathroom mirror and stared at myself. What the fuck was I doing? Hunter had taken such liberties with my money, and now she was already getting quite comfortable in my home. I felt trapped. A pit in my stomach formed. I realized how much I needed Hunter. How much I craved her cock inside me, pumping me full of her spunk. How much I wanted to be her toy, her bitch, her little faggot. Raped and abused. My heart was thumping as the idea of her making videos of it all ran through my head.

I went back to the tub and knelt down to check if the temperature was right. As I did, Hunter walked in, naked, her olive skin glistening in the light. She was so beautiful. Her huge cock swung between her legs, flaccid but still massive. Her breasts bounced slightly with every step, and she walked up behind me and put a hand on my head.

“You’re a good bitch,” Hunter said, guiding my head to look forward, pressing at my neck for me to bend forward toward the bathtub. I looked down at the water, seeing my reflection. As the water rippled from my breath, I could see her faintly take position behind me, bandana across her face, her cock resting on my lower back while it grew harder.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you,” Hunter said softly. “Look at yourself, what a little whore you are.” Her hand rested on my hip, and the other held her semi-hard cock against me.

I blinked hard several times as the hot water from the tap made the water rise slowly. The steam rolled over me, obscuring my view of myself. I heard Hunter turn the water off, thankfully, or else my head would dunk under. Hunter moved back slightly so she could guide her massive crown between my ass cheeks, and rubbed her foreskin and head at my opening. My breath trembled, knowing that at any moment, her rock-hard shaft would soon pierce and ravage me and make my whole body shiver and shudder as she plunged deep into me.

Hunter was speaking and laughing above me. I couldn’t focus on her, my pulse was throbbing through my whole body. A month of this. That’s all I thought about as I felt her heavy blunt object lodged against my sphincter, the tip pressed firmly in, pushing with every ounce of her weight.

I blinked again, then leaned forward and the thick, massive phallus broke through.

“Fuck.” I saw the exclamation burst from my mouth, a spray of hot fluid sprayed out from my cock as Hunter pushed into my prostate. I closed my eyes, my body trembling from the sudden release. My body twitched violently as I came all over myself and the bathroom floor.

“Filthy fucking whore,” Hunter wheezed through clenched teeth, slapping my ass hard before starting to piston brutally into me, using my helpless body. It was painful and terrifyingly hard as Hunter slammed into me.

“Yeah,” Hunter snarled, digging her nails into the tender flesh of my hips as her massive cock plowed my tender depths mercilessly.

My vision faded, but all my other senses heightened. Everything around me exploded in detail, and every muscle in my body contracted, vibrating with pleasure and pain. Every time Hunter took me, it became easier to be her plaything, and Hunter had already taken me quite a few times. I let out a series of whimpers, grunts, and moans that I barely recognize, my thoughts spiraling into a hazy mixture of humiliation, ecstasy, and sorrow.

“Your ass is tighter than a vise,” Hunter growled from above me, slapping me hard before pushing way too hard into me, sending my face underwater. “Shit, you’re clenching me so good when you’re choking,” she laughed and pulled me up by my hair.

I gasped for air, my head spinning, the taste of soap and water lingering in my mouth. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, my head feeling like it would explode as I back at her.

Hunter held me in place, forcing me to arch my back, before she pushed me forward again, thrusting her thick, long member in and out of my hole as she slowly guided my head back underneath the water.

I gulped, feeling the cool water trickle down my throat. It burned, and my stomach clenched. On instinct, I tried to get free, but Hunter was much too strong for me, and I could feel her throb and pulse like never before inside me. It dawned on me that Hunter took great pleasure in this, and her pleasure came second to none, which meant that she would probably drown me.

I began to panic, flailing about, struggling to break free of her grip. But it was useless. She was in complete control, and I was utterly helpless.

My heart raced as the seconds seemed to drag on. It felt like I couldn’t breathe at all, and every fiber of my being cried out in fear. The agony was excruciating as it felt like every nerve in my body was being electrocuted at once. And not for a single second did Hunter let up ravaging my insides.

She suddenly pulled me back up and my lungs sought freedom and air once more. Water no doubt had entered my lungs, but now air joined the bliss as well. “I love how you clench me so hard when you struggle,” Hunter grunted before pulling out of my hole and sitting on the edge of the bathtub, then said, “Rim my asshole, slut.”

My body was acting on reflex. With pleasure on my brain, I knew what had to happen. With Hunter not finishing inside me, I had no choice but to obey. I crawled my way between her legs, still shaking from my near-drowning.

“That’s it. Now lean in, take that tongue, and lick that tight hole,” Hunter told me, reaching between her thighs, and taking her member in her fist and slowly beginning to pump her giant girlcock. I dipped down and buried my tongue in Hunter’s asshole. “Ooh, ffff,” she moaned, stroking slowly as I sucked, licked, and teased her sphincter. She enjoyed it, that I knew. I did everything I could to please, to be a good plaything for Hunter, hoping maybe a shred of warmth would come from this brutal sex goddess.

Hunter moaned, leaning her head back. My lips wrapped around her rim, my tongue swirling around her hole. I put every effort into it. Hunter seemed to like it, though, and her dick started to pump and throb in her fist as she masturbated herself right in my face.

“Fuck yeah,” she grunted, biting her lip. “You don’t even care anymore. You know I haven’t gotten my test results back, right? And that bitch at the market? Yeah, I think I knocked that tramp up. But you don’t care. You just need your fix, you fucking addict.”

With each statement demeaning me, I felt her heavy balls jolt lightly on my nose, as it was obvious her arousal was heightening. I wanted so desperately to say it wasn’t true, that I did care, I had a moral code. Hunter was a monster, a predator and we as humans were her prey. I wished so badly I didn’t think her calling me such awful, disgusting, horrible, degrading things was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. Nor the forcible sex, the beatings, choking, financial and otherwise torture, and now submerging my face into water threatening to kill me…

All I wanted was to do exactly as Hunter wished because a big part of me feared for my life but an equally large part of me craved and relished the attention. And I knew Hunter could sense that. She knew I liked the abuse and took advantage of it. It became a vicious cycle. Me falling off the deep end for worse and worse domination, and Hunter taking pleasure in finding new ways to take it as far as possible. She reveled in it.

It scared the hell out of me, how much it excited and aroused me. She was turning me into someone completely different, someone broken, humiliated, a man who wasn’t a man, a sad, pathetic plaything and I had nobody but myself to blame for that.

My life had become a living, walking nightmare, but in it, I had the sexiest, hottest experience I could have only fantasized about before I met this demon. And somehow, someway, the horror and brutality of the sexual experience with this girl, made my dick hard enough to pound railroad spikes. It’s all I craved, and Hunter was giving me everything I wanted, but the costs were simply too much.

It was too much.

I felt her pulsing cock press against my cheek. Somewhere along the trail of thoughts, Hunter had stood up and was now jerking her cock directly against my cheek. Hunter moaned, and suddenly her dick flexed, and she unloaded hot blasts of spunk all over my face. Thick ropes of semen covered my eyelids, my forehead, and the bridge of my nose, and it fell on me with the consistency of syrup and the potency and flavor of burnt motor oil.

“Fucking bitch,” Hunter groaned, her cock still dripping a bit, the musky smell overwhelming. I felt her foot push me away and I landed against the tiled floor. She stepped out and reached out, smacking the side of my head with a laugh. “Bend over the edge of the tub again. I really liked how you tightened up on me when you couldn’t breathe.”

Without complaint, I obeyed, allowing her to make a film of my face full of cum, a disgusting creature for her enjoyment. I bent over the edge of the tub with my hands against the slick porcelain, my face hovering above the water again as my knees rested on the tiles, ready for her assault.

When the round bulbous tip of her cock found its way between my cheeks again, I gripped the sides of the tub harder and bit my lip, awaiting her entry and another ride that would certainly follow. Her fingers found their way to the sides of my hips. With a small step and quick motion, she drove herself as deep as she could in my depths, making me see stars of pain and unbelievable pleasure as her girth stretched and battered against my walls.

“Take that fat girlcock. Stupid, faggot bitch. Whore. Dumb ass. Worthless little shit. Letting me take over like this… the easiest gig ever!” Hunter snarled, ramming me brutally, my toes curling on the ground, holding on desperately so she didn’t force my head beneath the surface of the water. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you, and not feel bad about it. And all the losers at home will jerk off watching every video we’ve made, and every video we’re going to make. Fuck you, Scott. You’re fucked!”

The sounds of her snarling words, my skin smacking against her as she pounded, my muscles tightening and constricting while my body slowly edged toward climax… Her hands squeezed and tightened on my sides, fingernails digging in hard enough to almost draw blood as her rhythm became faster, harder, her massive, rock-hard dick attacking and violating my innards relentlessly.

The agonizing combination of feelings, emotions, and thoughts was intense and nearly mind-breaking. Every second of this encounter, and everything leading up to it, hit me like a freight train. The knowledge that I allowed Hunter to manipulate and control me like this was humiliating and shocking, yet thrilling at the same time.

“Ahhh fuck! Now for the main event,” Hunter growled, digging her fingers deeper into the flesh on either side of my hips for a quick squeeze before she then suddenly released my hips, smacked my ass hard before grabbing my neck from behind, pushing my head towards the water. I did everything I could to not let myself submerge while Hunter did everything she did to increase her sadistic pleasure.

“Get under, little shit. People need to see how fucking low you are. Get under, worthless piece of crap!”

My breath was stolen by the rough sex and the panic building inside my mind, not able to form coherent thoughts, everything happening so quickly…

My head dunked under the water.

Panicking.

Again, choking and writhing.

Struggling not to die.

Pleasure mounted in me despite the peril of the situation and the frantic wriggling, fighting for air.

A fearful fact emerged, that I would cum while Hunter threatened to drown me.

Spots of darkness dotted my vision.

Suddenly a jet of semen poured from my erection. I cried out underwater, my chest heaving, drawing in painful gulps of water, and my head pounding. My body was forced to react to the pleasure and the pain I had been taught to associate with it.

I orgasmed while my body had no air, as my vision faded. Hunter’s huge cock continued to ravage my ass, jackhammers driving deep into my core.

Hunter was moaning, taking her pleasure from my body, as always, just using me, not even noticing if I had passed out. She kept going, one hand slapping my ass hard and repeatedly, the other fighting to hold me under, and no doubt berating me as she did.

Her warm fluid blasted inside me, Hunter’s powerful shaft spewing copious amounts of thick, potent jizz deep inside me. She thrust again, her thrust so hard I came again as she shot more jets of cum into my ass. Even through the awful sensation of drowning could I feel her shaft throb and pulse, the feeling familiar and delicious. My stomach knotted as I felt her spend herself inside me.

What followed after the first long, blissful moment when I thought she had forgotten about me and I blacked out, was Hunter yanking me by the hair and throwing me out of the bathtub onto the tiled floor. As I landed in a puddle of water, cum, soap, and semen, oxygen once again found my lungs, forcing the water out as I coughed violently. I heaved and threw up water onto the floor, only to see Hunter walk past me, her dick still hanging between her thighs.

“Clean the damn bathroom, bitch,” Hunter said casually.

As I heaved to find air in my lungs, coughing, Hunter turned off the cameras as if she hadn’t just almost killed me. As I watched her saunter by me to go use the shower, me a disgusting mess on the floor before her, I saw a cold, calm look of contentment and satisfaction on her face.

And with that realization that Hunter got off on it and it wasn’t the slightest bit of an accident. Everything was intentional and she wanted to torture me. And not an ounce of regret. No emotional response or display of sorrow or guilt over my struggle, no attempt at comfort for what could have been the death of a human being. She had almost ended my life as we knew it, and had nothing to say.

The rage and pain had built inside me to such an insurmountable high. How much more of her sadism could I withstand, and just how deep was my weakness?

A slow and gradual humiliation of being taken advantage of had developed into the worst form of emotional torment ever, but did I stop her?

Never.

I was hooked. Addicted. Her having her way so she could live in my house for a month, just the two of us, and the cameras would surely be the end of me, one way or another. Hunter was a cold-blooded demon who took and took and had no sense of boundaries or understanding of caring. And I was her guinea pig, and as I got to know the real her, the person behind the videos, I realized how soulless, uncaring, and evil she truly was.

Yet I crawled to the closet where I had towels, and cleaned up the mess I had made on the floor. And after, Hunter had her way with me in the shower. She pushed me against the tiled wall and stuck me right in, starting her violent assfucking that carried on throughout the day and night and morning and noon the next day.

It wasn’t like she rested for an hour after and came back anew. No breaks at all, nor would the video-making rarely cede. There would be a jump cut from one position or style of fucking and it would look flawless, like a continuous movie. Hunter was skilled at the film-making aspects and had obviously put effort into the creation of the films, so I knew along with her brutality that there would be no sympathy from her supporters.

These were masterpieces with incredible titles such as her series that became “Forced him to make me move in,” which had installments like “Fucked him until he drowned” #1 and #2. “Giving him stds, he dont give a fuck” was one popular. “Piggy” where I thought I would end up eating her shit. And much more along those depraved lines. I couldn’t bear to read the comments on those videos, as they held suggestions of what to do with me, and how people envied my situation. If they knew how much I hated it. I hated it as much as I loved it.

The abuse, the assault, the embarrassment, the rape and torture, and the emotional agony, I relished. The size, the strength, the power of Hunter was intoxicating. Her scent, her taste, her sweat, her cum, her filthy tongue, and her vile, raunchy language and taunting, demeaning ways were exhilarating and sent me spiraling and mad. But, god. Those eyes, so empty, so soulless. I had no idea what was in store, what kind of fucked up shit would happen as the days went on. I felt like my life would never go back to normal and this nightmare wouldn’t be the kind to have a fairy tale ending. I knew Hunter had set me up for failure, had trapped me, had convinced me I would be punished.

And to make matters worse, with my fairly accurate math, and how she charged her videos, it would take a long time for me to work off the “debt” I had racked up, way more than the month I had signed up for. I had had so many unanswered calls until Hunter was fed up and broke my phone in two and tossed it away. Surely my job was long gone, and the few relationships I had were on thin ice. Surely demolished by the time Hunter was done with me. Whenever that would be.

“Worthless piece of shit,” Hunter whispered in my ear, her hand wrapped tightly around my throat, as we lay together on the sofa, the lights low and the TV on. My legs spread, and Hunter’s cock lodged inside of me, pistoning at her own comfort. The smell of sex lingered all over me, all over the sofa. Every inch of it smelled of her, the scent filled my nose, the smell of the one person I couldn’t escape. Hunter’s body was a cage. My body belonged to her, no matter how hard I resisted. She owned me now.

And I had never hated anyone as much as her. She had humiliated me. Tortured me. Beat me down. Degraded me. Literally beat me. Cheated me out of money. Coerced me into sex. Manipulated my most desperate inner desires and humiliated them too. And just kept abusing me no matter how I begged and pleaded and cried and submitted.

“Please,” I muttered weakly. I had protested a lot in the beginning. Now I was begging. I wasn’t sure for what anymore.

“Filthy fucking fag. This is your life now, bitch.” I looked into her dark eyes, looking for something. Understanding or empathy would have been too much to ask for. “Shut up and let me enjoy fucking you,” she grunted, leaning down to breath angrily into my neck.

Her hand squeezed around my throat. “Ah-ah. Stop whining, you dumb fuck. Focus on clenching my shit instead, faggot,” Hunter said, closing her grip even tighter on my air supply, causing me to tense up.

Hunter started pounding me furiously.

“Please!” I moaned, gagging and struggling for breath.

She let go of my throat, only to slap me. Hard.

My eyes widened, as her palm struck the side of my face, sending my face reeling to the side. I groaned, crying out. Her fingers gripped tightly around my neck again, as she thrust forward into my body, each thrust causing my body to shake from her ferocity. The TV light danced across her body and reflected on the sweat that gleamed against her tan skin. I knew my ass was a quivering mess as her dick split me open, her dick searing and pulsing with each rough stroke.

“Take that shit! Fuck yeah!” Hunter grunted, clenching her eyes shut tightly as her hands tightened around my throat. Her pace quickened, her cock pounded away with an intensity that hurt. “Yeah, clench on me. Stupid bitch.”

“Fuck. Oh-o-oh my g-god. D-don’t. You’ll… d-d-kill me,” I gasped, struggling to speak. My hands rose to push against her stomach to make her relent. My body ached and shook from the hard fucking, the roughness, and the violence she’d been using on me since she’d come in and started destroying me without pause or mercy.

I then yelped out in pain as Hunter hit home hard. Several hilting thrusts later I finally felt her seed spill into me. She grunted out loud in pure bliss, squeezing my air supply completely shut.

And with the last of my strength, I let out a stifled gasp. Then my lungs surrendered. My world turned into a field of stars, which collapsed in a bright flash. And my world went dark.

I returned to the conscious world with a hard shaft sticking down my mouth, pumping against my tonsils. I instinctively gagged, and Hunter was nice enough to let me back my head a bit, allowing me to draw breath, and the whole process of her ravaging my mouth repeated, no doubt being recorded. It lasted until she came down my throat. Then Hunter smiled.

“Alright, slut, get your ass to the kitchen and cook me a proper meal, bitch. Clean up after yourself.”

I was in for it for the long haul. Hunter again raped me against the counter, fucking me into a moaning mess, making me sound like a bitch in heat, then found her favorite paddle and worked me over for a little bit. Then she dumped her cock inside me, continuing her onslaught of sadism, degrading, humiliating, and overall torture for me. After, she left me exhausted to prepare the dinner she demanded. And while I cooked she edited her videos, posted them, and rested for the next vile session.

Then after dinner, which consisted of her dumping my food down the toilet and not even bothering to wash it down the drain, she continued the fucking and raping until she went to sleep. All the while I had to clean up the mess she had made before joining her in bed and taking her cock again before being used like a toy and thrown aside while she slept and I tried my hardest to ignore the discomfort, the pains of my bruises, and welts.

It went on this way, not so much a story to follow as I am living it. Waking up in agony and despair, doing my best not to resist in the early mornings. But Hunter demanded so much of my flesh and used me so, that my spirit would fade over time, and time itself lost all meaning. Once Hunter awoke she was always full of life and energy and all of that would be spent upon abusing me. She did so violently, ruthlessly, without pause or mercy for long periods, knowing that she would get her orgasm when it was needed. She knew I needed rest and relief, but no relief was ever coming until Hunter chose it.

“Scott,” Hunter would say in the morning, sometimes with her cock already plunged deep inside me while I tried my best to fall back asleep. “Scott,” Hunter would growl, gripping my hair tightly to yank my head back as she began her battering and plowing of me, and I prayed desperately that she’d finish soon. “Faggot whore,” Hunter snarled, sometimes adding more insults as her beating began. Sometimes I would just be thrown against a wall, slapped until I was in tears, then thrown down and told to lick her asshole until she decided I had been taught my lesson.

Luckily she hadn’t attempted to drown me again, like she did the first days. And while it was supposed to just be one month, Hunter informed me that I still needed to pay off my ‘debt’. I had suspected as much pretty early on.

So the ordeal would last longer. Each passing day, week, and month, growing to become an endless, endless torment, my body bent to her will. Each day was a new kind of torture. She enjoyed turning me into the house cleaning and cooking servant, which would be followed by Hunter abusing me. It seemed like she enjoyed the opportunity for endless sexual sessions and opportunities to treat me as little better than cattle, making me bend to her will. I had no energy to resist when she used me, and Hunter wouldn’t give up when I begged.

My mind and soul were broken and in pieces. The videos continued being posted. But people paid because they enjoyed watching. They enjoyed seeing me get tortured, my life destroyed and put under Hunter. They thought it was voluntary, and in the beginning, way back in the true beginning when I was dumb and naive, it was.

Now?

Hunter wasn’t having any of it. I would get no love or affection and have become a punching bag to relieve her of stress. Any idea or plan of my own to displease Hunter was put away, for it would get me a severe beatdown.

In a sick twist of irony, I had become a man, someone people admired and even envied. But deep inside, I was so much more pathetic, a withering, spineless, weak-willed creature that craved the worst abuse and debasement.

Life had become a complete and utter mess, with Hunter fucking me as roughly and as often as she wished. I had no life outside of this anymore. I wasn’t sure when I last had seen another person, gone to work, or gotten the simplest form of regular human interactions.

I’m Scott and I’m a man that serves no purpose beyond pleasing the giant futa I brought home.

*

“So I’m meeting this client,” Hunter explained.

For once, we weren’t at our, sorry, my house. An excursion if you will. Hunter had a client as she said. Not any client, but apparently one who paid well. And what he wanted… well… He wanted Hunter to fuck his wife. Simple as that. It sounded almost tame compared to what I had endured, but I thought utterly revolting that a man would let his wife fuck another person, even if it was a specimen like Hunter.

But Hunter said it was a good gig, so I went along for the ride. I didn’t get a say in it anyway. She was going to take me. The fact that she had to go into the city and I hadn’t left the house for quite some time was exciting. God, how pathetic I had become.

“So what do you need me for?” I knew the answer. I had done similar gigs before, though never with a couple involved. Hunter loved to see what she got away with though.

“You’re my cameraman. Plus, I have a surprise for the husband, but you’ll see that when we get there,” Hunter explained.

I was driving the car, and we took most of the ride in silence. Hunter was just looking out the window, not interested in making small talk. She was wearing jeans and a tank top that showed off her muscular arms. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked very attractive today, and I felt myself getting aroused at the thought of her fucking the wife. Watching those big shiny cheeks thrust into someone who wasn’t me… Would I get jealous?

I had to stop myself from imagining it. Hunter noticed my hard-on though. She was sitting next to me, and when I looked over, she was smirking. I felt my face turn red, and I quickly looked away.

“Oh, are you getting excited?” Hunter teased. “Don’t worry, you can get your turn later.”

I blushed harder. Even still, the shame of how low I’d sunk brought me no end of embarrassment. I loved it and hated myself for loving it. The feelings were complicated and mixed.

We pulled up to the house, a fancy-looking two-story home in a nice neighborhood. We got out and made our way to the door. Before we could ring the bell, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stood in the doorway. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and his hair was neatly combed. He looked at us expectantly.

“Hunter?” he asked.

“That’s me. And this is my assistant, Scott.”

The man nodded. “Come in. My wife is in the living room. She’s a bit nervous.”

“Of course,” Hunter said, putting on a sweeter voice I had grown to learn the deception of, and we followed him inside. The house was just as nice on the inside, with expensive furniture and art on the walls. Everything was neat and tidy, and there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere.

I could hear a woman talking in the living room, her voice high-pitched and anxious. As we entered, I saw a woman in her early thirties sitting on a couch. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse, and her dark hair was styled in a professional-looking bob. She looked up at us as we entered, and her face was pale. Green eyes stared at us widely as we entered the room.

“Hello,” she said nervously. “I’m Susan.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hunter said, shaking her hand. When she let loose of her hand, Hunter just sort of stood there in front of poor Susan. “And this is my assistant, Scott.”

Susan nodded, her eyes flicking over to me. I felt my cheeks burning, and I looked away.

“Shall we get started?” Hunter asked.

“Yes, please,” the husband replied. He was standing nearby, his face flushed and his eyes bright with anticipation. I looked at the wife. She didn’t look like she was completely on board, rather she was following her husband’s lead. She struck me as the cute conservative type who just listened to what the husband said. I felt bad for her.

Hunter wasted no time in getting down to business. She positioned the cameras and then turned to face the husband and wife.

“Okay, so here’s how it’s going to work. Scott, I’ll need you to film everything. And I mean everything. As for the two of you, you’re going to do whatever I say, when I say it. If you don’t, this little arrangement is over. Got it?”

They both nodded, the husband eagerly and the wife hesitantly. Hunter grinned, her eyes gleaming dangerously.

“Good. Let’s get started then,” Hunter said.

“Wait, like we said… remember to pull out, okay?” the husband said.

“Ordinarily I don’t let the husband decide anything, but if it’s an unsafe time of the month, I’ll oblige,” Hunter lied. I knew her lies by now.

“Thank you. We aren’t ready for a kid yet,” the husband chuckled awkwardly.

“Get the camera, Scott. Susan, you can unbutton these jeans and see what sort of prize your husband got you,” Hunter ordered, looking down at the small woman.

Hunter’s cock was already hardening in her pants, and Susan looked over at her husband uncertainly. But he just nodded and motioned for her to continue. Her hands trembled as she undid Hunter’s jeans and then slowly pulled them down. Hunter’s cock sprang out, huge and already throbbing, and Susan gasped.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “I didn’t know it would be so big.”

“Yeah, well, it’s gonna feel even bigger inside you,” Hunter said with a smirk. “Now, get those lips around it.”

Susan looked up at her, her eyes wide. Hunter stared back, her gaze intense. Susan swallowed hard and then leaned forward, her lips parting as she took Hunter’s cock into her mouth. Hunter groaned softly, her eyes rolling back as the warm, wet pleasure enveloped her shaft. Susan began to move, slowly at first but then with more enthusiasm as her arousal grew. Soon she was moaning around Hunter’s length, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Hunter glanced over at me, her eyes narrowing.

“You, slut. Get up close. Get a good shot.”

I looked away, embarrassed, but did what she told me to do, pointing the camera directly at Hunter’s massive cock, the dick making the wife’s face bulge out and turn red, her eyes opening as she watched the camera.

“Oh god, it feels so good,” Hunter groaned, reaching down to stroke Susan’s hair. “Husband mustn’t treat you right with how eager you are for this big dick in your mouth.”

Hunter laughed cruelly. I felt my cock throb in my pants. Damn it.

Suddenly, Hunter reached down and grabbed the back of Susan’s head. She shoved her cock down her throat, making her gag and choke, but Hunter didn’t let up. She held Susan’s head in place and rammed her cock down Susan’s throat, making her eyes water. I got a nice close-up view of Hunter’s length disappearing inside Susan’s mouth. Then, when she’d had enough, Hunter pulled her cock out, leaving Susan gasping and coughing.

“Strip, whore. And show me those slutty tits. Your husband isn’t treating you right, but you know I will,” Hunter said, sitting down in a nearby chair and looking Susan directly in her big green eyes.

Susan hesitated, but then, seeming to muster up the courage, began taking her clothes off. First, her blouse, revealing her breasts that weren’t big, but shapely, then her skirt, and finally her white underwear. Then she stood in front of Hunter, naked, her eyes downcast.

Hunter ran her eyes appreciatively over Susan’s body. “Show me to your bedroom,” Hunter said.

“But,” Susan started. “That’s where we sleep.” It was the first time she uttered a protest. Hunter’s eyes gleamed viciously. “Can’t we do it here? Or in the guest room?”

“Honey,” the husband said. “It would be so taboo if you… did it in our bed…”

Susan lowered her head in surrender. She started walking. Hunter and I followed closely behind. I heard the husband behind somewhere, but I had lost all respect for him as a man, determined to ignore him. If anything, I’d find ways to leeway Susan’s experience.

When we reached their bedroom, Hunter immediately pushed Susan to the bed and pulled her panties down her legs. She climbed on top of Susan, pinning her hands over her head with one hand, fumbling with her jeans with the other. With some difficulty, it seemed.

“Scott, yank these fucking pants off,” Hunter snarled. “And get the bandana.”

I quickly did as she commanded, helping her disrobe completely before handing her a yellow and black bandana. Hunter sat up and deftly tied it around her own mouth and nose to disguise herself for the video. I could see that her cock was thick and hard as a rock, dripping with precum already.

I watched as she parted Susan’s legs, revealing a pussy that was glistening with desire.

Hunter snorted through the bandana. “Yeah, you want this. But I’m only here for the money. Now turn the fuck over.”

Susan swallowed nervously and did as she was told, turning over and presenting Hunter with her smooth, flawless ass. I watched as Hunter mounted her, lining her cock up with Susan’s tight hole. For a moment, I thought she might just jam her entire length in all at once, but instead, she began working her tip into the woman’s pussy, slowly stretching her open and filling her with more and more of that thick, rock-hard meat. I zoomed the camera in on the action, watching the folds spread for the big tool entering her.

“Ahhh fuck yes,” Hunter groaned as her cock slid deeper and deeper into Susan’s pussy. I heard the husband groan too, his eyes glued to the sight before him.

I realized with a jolt that he had dropped his pants and was furiously jerking his tiny cock off as he watched his wife getting railed by another person.

Susan writhed and gasped, her body shaking as she took more and more of Hunter’s length inside of her. Hunter snarled, slapping the wife’s ass each time she tried to squirm into a slightly better angle.

“Hold still, whore!” Hunter said, gripping the pale cheeks in her meaty, tanner fingers. Susan moaned and shuddered, struggling to comply with the brutal stranger fucking her in her bed.

Finally, I saw by how Hunter bumped up against Susan that her thick mushroom head touched deep inside the married pussy and nestled perfectly against the opening of the woman’s womb. Her cock had taken up a respectable amount of space, making Susan look ready to burst at the seams. Hunter gave Susan an encouraging pat and then began thrusting, rocking her body, and filling the air with wet, smacking noises.

The sight of such an amazing display, the contrasts of skin tones, size, muscles, and features, the sound of her meat forcing its way inside the slut… While I knew Susan felt that way, I had an inkling she was far from a slut. Perhaps that was why her husband wanted her to get fucked, he wanted to see his wife treated as one, his lovely little lady debased.

It was sick. Twisted. Taboo.

And yet, it was utterly captivating.

“Oh god! Oh my god,” Susan panted, her eyes rolled back in her head. I saw that tears were rolling down her face as Hunter’s fat cock split her in half and forced her tight walls open. Hunter just grinned beneath her makeshift mask and spanked Susan’s ass hard.

“Fuck yeah, bitch. That’s a good girl. Take my fucking dick,” Hunter growled.

Susan shuddered and cried out again as Hunter slapped her ass, but then something changed. Her cries and moans changed, and I could tell by her tone that she had started to enjoy it, started to feel pleasure from the brutal assault. Hunter grunted in approval and began slamming into Susan even harder, making her whole body shake and writhe under the brutal treatment. I was enthralled, filming the whole thing, zooming in and capturing every detail of the monstrous cock splitting the poor wife open, filling her completely, and showing the wife that her husband was a piss-poor performer.

Hunter grunted and slapped the wife’s ass again. Her breath was ragged, and her whole body tensed as she was approaching her climax. I watched as Hunter, without hesitation, buried her dick as deep inside the woman’s pussy as she could and roared, her muscles straining as she shot load after load of thick cum deep into the helpless wife’s womb. I almost came as well, the sheer intensity of the scene and the thought that I’d been up close the whole time.

As I watched, I could see the wife’s eyes go slightly wide as Hunter’s massive load of cum flooded her, realizing what Hunter was doing to her. Hunter was completely ignoring the husband, intent on filling Susan up and letting him watch.

“No. Please,” the wife said, her voice strained and breathy.

I looked over at the husband, his jaw slack and eyes unblinking as he watched his wife get inseminated. Jerking off like never before and soon releasing as well. His knees buckled and he leaned against the bed, shaking and moaning.

It was all too much for him to take.

“You weren’t supposed to-” Susan began.

“And wives aren’t supposed to slut themselves to big cocks out their marriage, but here we are,” Hunter said, squeezing hard with her hips to drop that last gush of virile sperm inside of her new baby incubator.

Hunter withdrew, smirking at her handiwork, Susan’s gaped-out pussy. The cum started dripping down her pale skin, the white substance a clear indicator of what had transpired in their marital bed. “Your hubby sure enjoyed it though.”

Susan horridly looked to her husband to plead for help. Having sobered up from his arousal and orgasm, he realized the situation and went over to his wife, looking down at the mess. “Oh god, Susan, why didn’t you tell her to stop?”

“I…” Susan said, trailing off as she tried to find an explanation. But her husband turned to Hunter.

“How could you? We agreed-”

In the blink of a moment, Hunter had the husband in a headlock, dragging him to the bed and pushing him onto the bed face down. The poor man gasped for air, struggling in vain against Hunter’s strength. She climbed on top of him, holding him down and pinning him against the bed.

“I don’t give a fuck what you agreed to,” Hunter growled in his ear. “If you can’t keep your bitch in line, then it’s your problem, not mine. You’re the one who wanted to watch her get fucked, remember?”

I watched as Hunter began grinding her hips against the husband’s ass, her naked thick cock rubbing against his backside as she held him down.

“Stop! What are you doing?!” the husband cried out, his voice slightly muffled by the sheets.

“Teaching you a lesson,” Hunter muttered, focusing on trying to get the husband’s slacks off. She managed to get them down, exposing the man’s pale, hairy ass. I watched as Hunter’s thick cockhead pressed against the husband’s asshole, slowly stretching him open. The husband struggled and cried out in pain, but there was nothing he could do to stop the monster cock from penetrating him.

I stared wide-eyed, my cock rock hard, as Hunter’s shaft slipped past the tight ring of muscle and plunged deeper into the husband’s bowels. I heard Susan sobbing softly in the background, but she didn’t say anything.

“See how your bitch feels?” Hunter snarled, grunting with effort as she forced the man to take the whole shaft. I saw that Susan was too traumatized by this to even begin to see this as any retribution.

I moved over to her and grabbed hold of her arm.

“Susan. Come with me,” I said, realizing this was the surprise Hunter had in store. And knowing her sadism, who knew how long she’d go for? And more pressing, Susan no doubt wanted to get a plan B. Even if she was a conservative, I assume this was a good exception.

“No, we have to… how can you…” she started as I guided her out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

“We need to get you to a pharmacy,” I said, realizing I sounded more rehearsed than not. “Get… Plan B.”

“But my husband!” Susan squealed. Her care for the man who served her on a platter was touching in a way I didn’t expect. I realized then that her husband wasn’t just some person to her, that Susan loved him. Love. I was distant from memories of such affectionate emotions, so it surprised me.

“He’ll live,” I assured her, feeling numb as the words left my mouth. I felt terrible at the way I worded myself.

“He’ll live? Is th-that supposed to be encouraging?” Susan whimpered, thrashing against my grip.

Then we heard the bedroom door open and slam shut. Hunter emerged, buckling her jeans, her tank top drenched in sweat as she marched down with a smirk across her face. “Alright, let’s go, Scott.”

“What… but…”

“He won’t say shit. Just like you won’t. Shame is the end of all men. Machismo bullshit,” Hunter said as she walked past me and opened the front door.

I glanced at Susan, and she was crying again. “I… I need to go…” I said, feeling awful as I left the sobbing mess that was once a proud wife. Ruined. Say one thing for Scott Rivers, I can’t stand crying woman. I wanted to comfort her, to say the right words, to do the right thing, but I couldn’t. Hunter wouldn’t allow it. Hunter didn’t give a damn.

But I followed her to the car anyway.

“I’m not done yet, Scott,” Hunter said as she climbed in the driver’s seat, me joining her shortly after on the passenger side. “Come here,” she said, grabbing my head and pressing me towards her crotch.

“What? Here?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah. You’re gonna clean me off. And then we’re going to go to a bar and pick up some pussy.”

I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist. I wanted to taste her cock. I wanted to taste her cum. I wanted her inside me. I wanted her to use me. I wanted her to own me. I wanted her to break me. And all that I wanted had come to fruition. I was in utter heaven as her fly flipped open and her fat crown filled my mouth again. It smelled a bit, but nothing I’d wuss out for. And so, I sucked and cleaned her, taking her load into my stomach as she drove us to a local bar.

“So,” I said, swallowing the last of her salty seed. “You want to go find another victim?”

Hunter snorted. “I need someone else to fuck. I have an idea for a video where I convince the bartender to come out and have a smoke, then I rail the bartender in the back alley behind over there,” she said pointing to indeed an alley. “You’ll film from a distance. Candid style. Follow us out and film me fucking her. Or him.”

“Do you think they will? What if they just want to smoke?” I retorted.

“Then they’re shit out of luck,” she replied, laughing. “I always get what I want, Scott.”

Without further ado, she slapped me hard across the face before exiting the car. “Wait five minutes then enter,” she said. “Open your mouth.” I did, and she spat into it. “Fucking bitch,” she said, slamming the door shut.

I sat there, dumbfounded and feeling pathetic. I had become the most submissive, spineless man ever. I felt awful about Susan. And the security lady before. And I guess the husband, but that was a bit harder. And I… I was complicit. I was a monster. I was no better than Hunter.

And yet…

I obeyed.

I went inside, entering a dimly lit bar. I heard a lot of chatter and saw that the place was pretty crowded. People were standing around and sitting at the bar, drinking and talking. The music was low enough for a chatter. And by the said bar, I saw Hunter. She looked right at home in tight jeans and a tank top, talking to the bartender vividly. She seemed to put on a more charming mask for the occasion. Her eyes caught mine, but ignored me quickly, according to plan. But in that quick exchange, I saw her darkness even still. How could no one else see it?

The bartender was oblivious, a beautiful young man with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a strong jawline. He looked like a surfer, which was weird as we were nowhere near California, or any other surfing beach. Hunter must have noticed the same thing, for she looked him up and down, then flashed a brilliant smile.

I couldn’t hear them chatter, but I managed to film a few shorts of them talking, thinking she’d make a slideshow of the clips or something. It dragged on forever, probably like half an hour, and I knew Hunter had some sort of plan. Then Hunter gestured for the man to come out, which he did.

As they passed me, Hunter shot me a wink.

And then they left.

And I waited.

Then I scrambled after, not wanting to disappoint Hunter.

I saw her in the alley, the young man pressed against the wall, and the monster’s cock going deep inside his ass. Hunter grinned when she saw me, and she started thrusting harder, making the man cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Surprised?” she gritted in his ears, knowing I was recording. Did she at least ask for his consent? To be fucked and filmed?

“Fuck yeah, but this feels amazing,” he replied.

I watched as Hunter’s cock slammed into the man over and over again, making him writhe and moan in pleasure against the cold concrete wall, and he was pushing back slightly against the relentless shaft.

“Thought you’d flirt with the cute Latina girl on your shift?” Hunter laughed. “Well, now you got her dick up your ass.”

“I don’t mind,” he moaned. “It feels so good.”

“Good, because I’m gonna fuck you until you cum, bitch,” Hunter snarled, gripping the man’s hips tightly as she jackhammered her fat cock into him. Her slaps even echoed in the small alley. What if someone heard and then saw them?

“God, fuck me!” the man cried out. “Your cock is so big, fuck!”

Hunter just grinned and kept going, pounding the poor man’s asshole and making him squeal in delight. He started moaning more, and I could tell he was getting close to an orgasm. Hunter could too because she started thrusting harder and faster until finally, he came, his cock spraying his load onto the alley wall as Hunter kept pumping away at him.

And soon she shot her load inside him, filling his tight hole with her thick cum. Hunter groaned loudly and pulled her cock out with a squish, and the poor man slid to the ground, his asshole gaping. Hunter looked at me, her grin predatory.

“Are we done now?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Hunter said, all the charm out of her voice now. The man didn’t notice, getting up to hike his pants in place.

“What about giving me your number?” he asked. Hunter barked out a laugh and sent her knee into his stomach, making him fold over. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up, making him gasp and groan. “Bitch,” he groaned. “Who do you think you are? Just because you’ve got a nice cock doesn’t mean you can treat me like garbage.”

“Of course I can. See that guy over there? He filmed this shit, and now everyone’s gonna know what kind of a whore you are.” Hunter gripped his hair and forced him to look at me.

“No wait!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll censor your face. Unless I hear any more of this crap about what I can and can’t do,” Hunter said.

Then to emphasize her point, she turned his face towards her cock and pressed his mouth down on her fat crown.

“Suck, bitch. And do a good job.”

I watched as the young man helplessly started sucking Hunter’s dick, trying to get as much as he could inside him. I wasn’t sure if he was experienced before, but I assumed not with how hard it was to shove his face into that enormous tool. Yet he tried, and Hunter encouraged him by tugging hard on his sandy blonde hair.

“That’s it. Show everyone how much of a dirty whore you are,” Hunter grunted. “Clean that cock good. I need to get back home.”

Soon, Hunter was satisfied, and she let go of the man. She put her clothes in place, as did the bartender, and gave me an approving nod. The man limped away, cursing under his breath.

“Finally, let’s go back home,” I muttered.

“What, you didn’t enjoy our little escapade?”

“It’s not that… it’s…”

“Scott, shut the fuck up. No one cares what you think,” Hunter laughed. A laugh without humor.

As Hunter walked towards the car, I found it hard to ignore the erection that I had grown. The look of shame and humiliation on my face must have been clear, but the humiliation and shame also made my balls twitch.

Back at the house, Hunter ordered me to clean everything up, take out the trash, and ready the bathtub. As I was completing each task, Hunter hammered with her fingers on the keyboard, likely editing the videos and preparing them for publication. I headed up the stairs to check the water, wondering how Susan was faring. How her husband had it. The bartender took it better than those two, but he was still a victim.

“Fuckin’ slut,” she said, shoving her dick as far as she could reach in my ass, bending over, pressing down on my neck. “Dumbass bitch boy, worthless… no life, no job, nothing, whore,” she spit in my ear, ramming away.

While I was drawing another bath for Hunter the beast caught me off-guard, bent me over the bathtub, and began her merciless pounding. As she fucked me, my face hung limp over the edge, my palms resting on the bathtub railing, my expression blank and lifeless. She had hurt me badly enough so many times, there was no sense fighting her anymore or caring. Hunter loved degrading me, calling me names, and being rough and forceful. I was a punching bag. Just an object. An empty vessel for her use.

“Say something, damnit. Stupid useless cunt. Filthy fucking faggot,” Hunter snarled. Her assault increased. Her cock stabbed into my guts. She leaned against me, pressing me further down over the bathtub, pushing my head beneath the waterline. “I like it when you beg!”

My arms and legs began to jerk spastically. You’d think I was used to this by now, but survival mode kicked in every time, and Hunter took great pleasure and watching me squirm without fail. I grabbed for her and missed. I slapped the sides of the bathtub and kicked. I thrashed and jerked, panicking, unable to take a single breath. My heart hammered, racing in a panic to get air. My head ached as my brain screamed for oxygen. Stars and white flashes covered my vision. Everything slowed. All of my struggles weakened.

Then oxygen came. As the world started to grey and fade, Hunter yanked me from under the water. Gasping, I breathed and heaved for air. As my vision cleared and my senses returned, Hunter shoved my head below water.

“Naughty little shit,” she said and laughed. “You got off easy, little fucker. Don’t test me.”

“Please. God, please…” I moaned.

“Keep begging you piece of shit,” she grunted with a small urgency. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Please. God, stop…” I said.

“Beg. Beg!”

“No. I hate this! Let me go.” I knew it was playing to her wishes, but what could I do?

“Don’t stop begging me to end you,” she laughed. Her hips gyrated as her dick slid deeper in, stretching me, tearing me. But the angle was not comfortable at all. I cried out, pain wrecked through me, and Hunter threw her head back and let out an animalistic roar. I wanted to beg her to stop. The agony was too much to endure. But my pleas fueled her further. Yet, instinctually, I plead still.