All characters in this story are 18 or older, and the author does not in any way condone non-consensual sex. This story is a work of fiction and contains rough anal, painal, humiliation, misogyny, reluctant or coerced sex, degradation, rough oral and other dark themes; if such content offends you, please do not read or rate it. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Many thanks to Psylent for encouraging me to write when I was torn between projects, working through ideas, new and old, and providing feedback and direction for the characters and situations in this story. I don't know if this story would have been possible (or out at this time) without him.
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I was lounging on the couch, reflecting on the absolute bulldozing I had done to Katherine the other night, as Madison tried to tell me about her week. I'd promised to send Katherine the edited tape, jokingly asking when I would participate in her next camming session. Her glare gave me the likely answer, but I also took the opportunity to hint about now having her sex tape.
Unfortunately, Madison didn't leave my apartment that night rethinking our relationship, instead she insisted on sleeping over and brought up involving Katherine in a threesome next time. Desperate for approval, her mind was jumping through insane hoops to justify her sexual proclivities while still trying to outwardly appear stoic, in control, and most importantly: pure.
Between the memories of Katherine's rough treatment and the text conversation I was wrapping up, I really didn't hear a thing coming out of Madison's mouth. Tonight, I had a plan: fucking her friends was not sending the message home, but perhaps having some people fuck
her
might send a more appropriate message.
"I have a surprise for you tonight," I grinned mischievously as I put the phone away, tonight's loose ends tied up. Her eyes lighting up at the implication; like all my previous surprises, while they cost a new portion of her dignity and feminist ideals, they always resulted in new levels of depravity which were correlated to stronger and stronger orgasms for her.
"Is that right?" she licked her lips, one hand pawing at my crotch.
"Well, a few surprises I think," I said, turning her over in my lap so I could see her asshole peeking out from beneath her bright blue g-string. She'd bleached it last week, a tanned starfish matching her firm ass. Slipping a hand into my pocket, I withdrew a shiny metal buttplug with a sparkling blue gem on the end of the stem.
"Oooooh," she purred as I slipped it into her mouth. Swirling it around in her mouth for a few moments, I slid aside her panties, and eased the plug into her.
She barely grunted as it went in, her anal training pretty thorough at this point. Her elastic ring quickly suctioned back around the stem, creating a tight seal again.
"It matches!" I declared as the thin strip of lycra slid over the blue gem.
Madison giggled, shaking her ass as she got up from my lap, pulling her matching skirt down to cover her secret.
"The second surprise," I paused for dramatic effect, her blue eyes gazing into mine.
"One of my buddies is hosting a costume party tonight; it's actually right down the street from here," I said, casually stroking her breasts, finding her nipple through the thin white material and tweaking it gently, "And we're VIPs!"
"Oh?" she half moaned, letting my hands creep over her lithe body, caressing and pulling at all her erogenous zones I'd discovered over the past week or two.
If she'd known who was throwing the party, she might have protested more; Darren's house parties were the talk of campus, albeit in hushed voices. All the sororities knew about them, either through jealous gossip or experience. They were always themed, and typically some kind of degrading to women. Pimp's and Hoe's, CEO's and Office Hoe's, Strippers and Suitors; there was a definite theme, and all of the themes involved racy or little clothing. Turns out, money from daddy, a large mansion, and free alcohol was enticing to college girls.
The parties were quite exclusive and had a reputation of descending into debauchery, and the occasional orgy. While Darren wasn't in Omega Psi (a historically black fraternity), he was a member by association, and most of his parties involved a good amount of their members. I imagine Madison might have heard about them in the past, and probably avoided them.
Glossing past those details, I opened a small box and handed her a pearl masquerade ball mask, while holding my own up to my face. Mine covered three-fourths of my face, giving me a lot more anonymity than hers.
"Ooohhh, this'll be so fun!" she tittered, holding it to her face and sticking her tongue out at me.
"I think Amy is there already, and Katherine might be showing up as well," I stated, waltzing her further into the "surprise."
"Ok, give me a second to change," her voice concerned as she stood up, much more confidently in her high heels than last week. In her mind, a party as my arm-candy would be great to solidify the image of our 'relationship'; going dressed like a bimbo was less attractive.
Today, she'd come over in a her new 4" white stiletto sandles, white thigh high stockings and a metallic teal miniskirt. Her midriff was bare these days, showcasing her new piercing: a small gold chain falling from her bellybutton. Her breasts were wrapped in a white boatneck crop top with sleeves, and around her neck she wore a white lace choker.
"I think you're fine wearing what you are right now," I said firmly, my tone indicating there was little room for discussion, "Your choker is actually perfect for the theme!"
Her face blushed red, and she bit her lip, the possibility of her depravity being exposed to the rest of the world, something she'd been able to keep secret while outwardly maintaining her holier-than-thou façade. Sure, she looked like an expensive stripper when she was at my place, but outside of that, the world was oblivious to just how much she could stretch her asshole (hint: it was a lot).
"Everyone's going to be dressed sexy and wearing a mask," I re-assured her, "You'll fit right in."
I wasn't lying to her; everyone would probably be dressed pretty slutty given the previous parties. Madison, though, wasn't 'one of those girls' and would never been seen around peers with as much skin showing as she was now. Well, she didn't think she was yet, but in reality, she was a lot more 'experienced' than a lot of girls she knew.
"And we probably shouldn't use our real names," I said.
"Oh yeah!" she agreed, her hands pawing at my thigh as her excitement for the esoteric masquerade grew.
"How about Master and Slave?" I said before she could come up with any other ideas. I knew she didn't mind calling me 'master,' as she was used to calling me that and 'daddy', among others, during sex. The slave part was new to her, though not so different from the likes of whore, slut, cunt, and other derogatory names I named her as she grunted towards orgasm, usually with my cock buried in her ass.
"Ummm, ok," she said after a few moments, repeating master and slave under her breath in hopes of not revealing her identity at the party as we walked out to my car.
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