///3\\ thank you big sib!!! ♡♡♡

You ever sit there and look at your own nudes like.. yes I did that.. I look sexy af I would rail me

Btw slim build, short, small waist, A cups for interested moots lawl

do you think i’ll have to hope for long? :(( i’ll be so needy after, i’ll stick my soft, cute little pussy out for any man generous to break it in with his cock ♡♡ don’t mind the sunset colors – you can always gag me with it if fucking a straight dyke bothers you!

Seems like dykebreaking lovers are into super femme lesbians (which, understandable) who wear lesbian flag panties and thongs, buy where’s the love for the boxer brief wearing dykes? Where’s the love for “I can’t pull these to the side so I’ll either yank them down or rip them to get to your tight pussy?”

Eurydice in Sodom (CN: rape, ‘corrective’ rape, orientation-play, rape depicted in a semi-realistic way, forced-to-watch, bondage, abduction, despair)

FURTHER CONTENT NOTICE: This story has been described as ‘one of the worst things [I’ve] ever written,’ ‘a genuine gut punch,’ and ‘[my] Salo.’ It is my attempt to capture the spirit of powerlessness and futile rage that 4chan weirdos get from netorare or cuck porn but without the neetness or race war shit. I have attempted to capture that spirit by writing a story about a woman who is captured while trying to rescue her kidnapped wife, finds that they are both at the mercy of misogynistic, homophobic men who want to train and sell them as sex slaves, and want to taunt her by showing how thoroughly her wife has already been broken. The ideal reader for this story is someone who finds it triggering or semi-triggering and that’s why they want to read it; the literary equivalent of someone who eats ghost peppers because they truly enjoy feeling like their whole face has been lit on fire. If you read this description and think “This seems unpleasant” then I recommend that you read no further, otherwise, continue.

It ended too soon for her pride. Valerie had expected to be shot while creeping into the condemned warehouse or captured as she tried to drag her wife to safety. She hadn’t expected to catch a beanbag round in the thigh getting out of her car in her own driveway, barely an hour after figuring out who had even taken her wife. If they weren’t professionals, they were for sure enthusiastic amateurs. A man twice her size had landed on top of her the second she hit the ground, stuffing a foul-tasting carwash sponge between her lips before she got a chance to scream, bagging her head with a burlap sack, binding her wrists and ankles, and bundling her in the backseat of her own car.

The man holding her had worked her limbs and torso over with a leather-lined sap until they arrived somewhere quiet enough to finish restraining her. Wrists pulled up between her shoulders in a reverse-prayer, elbows cinched together with a leather belt until her shoulders felt like they’d pop out of the sockets, thighs, knees, ankles, calves and toes strapped and zip-tied together with gleeful abandon. A cloth cleave-gag pulled the sponge deep into her mouth, followed by a dozen wraps of black electrical tape from her upper lip down to her neck, making her reddened cheeks bulge out over the top of the tape and forcing her eyes into a painful squint from the pressure. They ran a cord from the back of the cleave gag to the zip tie around her ankles, pulling it taut until her toes were above her lower back in a spine-crushing hogtie. A nose hook pulled her nostrils upwards, the cord running over her forehead and through her short-cropped brown hair.

The last item they brought out was a pair of red lace panties. Valerie recognized them. She’d bought them as a Valentine’s gift. They felt damp against her skin as rough hands pulled them over her face. They reeked, of sweat, of sex, of Lily, and then the hood went back on and she was loaded into a box of some kind.

An hour or so later, when the hood was removed, she saw Lily again for the first time in two months. Lily, her Lily, with blonde hair so pale it was almost white, her Lily with deep green eyes and freckled cheeks and freckles that went across both shoulders, all five-foot-two of her Lily, so small and so full of light and joy, her Lily was here, not ten paces away from her.

Lily was on her knees, sucking the big toe of the ugliest man Valerie had ever seen.

Valerie cried out for her, but bound as she was, laying on a table with an unseen man gripping the back of her neck, it came out as a croak. Lily looked up at her regardless, her eyes filled with despair, but continued to worship the man’s foot. The man behind her laughed.

“See, Fuck-Puppy?” he said to Lily. “This is why we all called you a fucking idiot for shacking up with a broad instead of settling down with a guy. You think some dumb dyke is capable of protecting you? She crumpled like a deck of cards when Rod sat on her, pathetic.”

The man squatted down in front of Valerie. He was the second ugliest man she’d ever seen, broad shoulders, leathery skin, a potato nose scumbled with gin blossoms, eyes far too small for his pie-sized face. “Hello, Valerie. I’m Cole, the guy whose ransom demands you’ve been skirting around. The guy having his toes fellated is Billy. You’re a good amateur detective, sniffing us out like that. You could have gone pro if you’d learned to figure out when someone was tailing you.”

She moaned into the gag as sweat stung her eyes.

“I guess you decided that we wouldn’t give your wife back even if you paid off the ransom, and credit where credit’s due, you were right. It was out of your hands from the beginning. Now, Fuck-Puppy here, it’s not exactly in her hands, but she has a chance to save you both. She’s been so patient with her training that we all thought she deserved one shot at freedom. We’ve all got hearts of gold here.”

Billy snapped, “Fuck-Puppy, sit!” and Lily did so immediately, rocking back on her haunches, the toe leaving her lips with a small pop. After ruffling her hair, the man sat down on a folding chair, unzipped his fly, and took out his cock. Even soft, it was as thick as a can of Red Bull, surrounded by a wiry mess of pubic hair.

“C'mere Fuck-Puppy, it’s feeding time,” he growled. Lily crawled over without hesitation and took his cock into her mouth. The man slapped the back of her head. “Not like that, you fucking moron! Face that way, so your wife can see your pretty face while you suck my cock.” Whimpering, she shuffled around on her knees until she could look up at Valerie, without ever taking her lips off the man’s length. She sucked robotically, opening wide on the downstroke and sucking tight going up, in a fast, efficient rhythm that could have been set to a metronome.

“We trained her pretty good, watch this,” said Cole, “Hey Fuck-Puppy, stop sucking and get over here!”

Lily squirmed but did not stop or even slow down. The man she was blowing slapped the back of her head and barked at her, “Do what he says and get the fuck off of me.” Again, she continued to suck.

“See Val, it took a few dozen hours of waterboarding and some unpleasant research chemicals, but she’s been trained to never stop a blowjob unless she gets one specific instruction. Billy, care to demonstrate?”

Billy pressed the palm of his hand against Lily’s forehead and pushed her away. Thick drool spilled from her lips as she looked up at him in terror. He wiped up the mess of spit, sweat and precum from his cock and smeared it all over her face, looking directly into Valerie’s eyes as he did so. A cleansing wave of rage ran through her body as she watched the man defile her wife, her skin prickling, ears thumping, every muscle in her body suddenly straining against her bonds, but they held tight. The wave ebbed away, and the men laughed and told Lily to get back to work.

“But Val, you might be thinking, ‘my wife is a whore who loves sucking off men, maybe she’ll just take any excuse to keep that fat cock between her lips, how do I know she really means it?’ Well, I can prove my claims, with the power of incentives. Seth, would you do the honors?”

One of the other men stepped forward with a cattle prod in hand. Lily screamed around the dick as she saw it and tried to shuffle out of the way, but the man stepped on her ankle and pressed the two prongs between her buttocks. Tears ran down her pink, puffy cheeks.

“Fuck-Puppy, you’ve got five seconds to get that dick out of your mouth before Seth lights up your pussy like a Christmas tree. Five.”

She moaned in despair but did not move.

“Four.”

She twitched and shuddered but did not move.

“Three.”

She tried to beg with her mouth full but did not move.

“Two.”

She looked at Valerie with sorrow in her eyes but did not move.

“One.”

She did not move.

Valerie heard the crackle and saw the blue flash reflected on the tile floor before her wife howled in pain, hips collapsing to the floor as she twitched and writhed, but she clung to the man’s legs and did not allow the cock to leave her mouth. Her sobs of despair were muffled by the quick, careful bobs up and down his length. A trickle of urine ran down her thighs but Valerie did not notice, as she was once more screaming into her gag and thrashing against the belts and zip-ties, begging for a surge of strength that would allow her to break free. This time she did not stop her struggles until they threatened to shock Lily a second time.

“Calm down, dyke, we’ve made our point: the only person who decides when your wife stops sucking cock is the guy she’s blowing. We’re masters of our craft, and this whore is our masterpiece. Your wife worships cock, she’s in awe of cock, and she’ll choose cock over you. We’re about to prove it.”

With one hand Cole pulled his sweatpants down an inch, and with the other he pulled out his cock. Thick, half-hard and hardening, a greasy sheen coating its length as the foreskin rolled up and down the tip. It repulsed Valerie beyond comprehension, and in her mind it was not his cock that hung mere inches from her face but every cock, held not by one vile man but by every vile man she’d ever known. It was the cock of pimply, mean-faced high school bullies who would corner and dry-hump her and called her a dyke before she even knew she could love another girl, it was the cock of shifty-eyed flashers who would leer and wink and stay just out of slapping distance while she waited for the bus, pulling it out at the last possible moment before she could escape, it was the cock of drunken men in bars being rubbed through tight jeans asking if she wanted to give men another try, it was the cock that had ravished and pleased and seduced the cheerleader she’d yearned for from afar, the cock that had been forced into her hand and almost into her mouth before she scratched and slapped and yelled until she got away and promised herself she’d never trust a 'friend’ like that again, it was the cock that throbbed in the pants of every steroid-pumped cop her wife had been forced to smile and giggle at to keep her clients safe, it was the cock that dangled in the slacks of managers twice her age in rooms that she had been expressly kept out of, the cock of every burly, cruel-eyed man who’d look a short-haired woman in the eye and hold eye contact for a second too long as if to say “I could if I wanted to, and you couldn’t stop me.” Every sense it evoked dredged up sunken fears and old nightmares, hardening and throbbing before her eyes as if it not only sensed her horror but fed on it.

Cole stepped forward and held the tip of a cock an inch from her upturned nostrils. If she could have, she would have gagged. It smelled like God’s cruel joke, as if the heady, seductive smell of a woman’s arousal had been turned on its head into something predatory. Instead of a smell to entice, it was a smell to paralyze, to put her into such a state of disgust and shock that she would be powerless to struggle against it.

“Smells good, huh? It’ll smell even better once it’s dropped a load or three in your wife’s cunt. That’ll come later though, first I gotta explain the game. Your wife looks hot sucking cock, so I’m going to jerk off. If your wife stops sucking, I’ll stop stroking, and if she stands up–even for a second–we’ll let you both go.”

Valerie glared ahead and would not meet his eyes.

“I’m not kidding! You know what’s on the table behind you? Your car keys and a set of trauma shears. You know what’s through that door over there? Your car. The moment your wife stands up, none of us will lay a finger on either of you. We’ve got enough compromising pictures of her that we don’t need to worry about her going to the cops or any other bullshit, we go through enough girls that we can afford to lose two, so all your wife needs to do is take the dick out of her mouth, stand up, cut you free, take the keys, and drive you both far away from here.”

Valerie still refused to look at him, but she looked at Lily. Lily looked back in terror.

Cole wrapped his fist around his cock and gave it a few pumps, a thick bead of precum oozing from the tip and running down the shaft. “This is the only chance you get. The game ends if I cum, and when I do, you both belong to us forever.” He turned and barked at Lily. “You hear that, Fuck-Puppy? You’ve got one chance to rescue the love of your life and prove that you’re not a cock-addicted whore.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly, the silence punctuated by the sloppy sounds of sucking and skin slapping skin. “Well, what are you waiting for, ain’t you gonna stand up?”

Fear, panic, pain and sorrow cycled through Lily’s face. She tried to stand. Haltingly, she raised one limb to stand up, waited a moment, and put her weight on it. A moment later she cowered and put it back down. She tried again, and failed again.

“The funny thing is,” said Cole, his every stroke wafting the sour stink of his cock deeper into Valerie’s nostrils, “we’d raped her thirty-odd times before she told us she’d been a perfect gold star. Never even kissed a guy, can you believe it? First time she gave a guy a deep kiss was two weeks ago when I sat on her face and twisted her tits until she stuck her tongue up my asshole, fuck that felt good…”

Valerie ignored him, she tried to ignore him, she tried to tune him out, she looked at Lily and tried to let her know that it would be okay, that she could do it, that she believed in her.

Cole slapped his cock against her forehead. “Pay attention! I know when a cunt is zoning out. Anyway, as I was saying, a day after that she tells us that you’re basically a gold star lesbian too, like what, you gave a guy half a handjob? That’s basically as good and besides, your wife is the kind of pretty girl where raping her is like fucking any other virgin who doesn’t know that she’s made to serve cocks yet. You though, you’ve got that dyke look about you though, that look that says that you fucking hate it, and I love teaching dykes like you that you’re going to spend the rest of your life in service to men.”

Lily put her hands on the man’s leg in an effort to push away from him, first one hand, then the other, before taking a deep breath in through her nose and scrunching her eyes shut. The man slapped away her right hand, “Don’t–” then slapped away her left hand, “–fucking–” then slapped her left cheek, “–touch–” then backhanded her right cheek, “–me!” She collapsed forward, taking the cock even deeper, sobbing and sucking as the men laughed at her.

“I gotta be honest with you, Val, you look fucking miserable and your wife looks fucking pathetic and that combination turns me on like nothing else, so I’d say Lily has about thirty seconds to pull it out of the bag before I empty my whole goddamn nutsack all over your face.”

Valerie kept ignoring him, kept looking at Lily, telling her with her eyes that she only had to try, that she could do anything, that she’d be right there for her, that somehow, some way, they could fix this together.

Hyperventilating, grunting, tears streaming down her puffy red cheeks, eyes wide, Lily raised her head so that only the tip of Billy’s cock remained in her mouth and stopped bobbing up and down. A chorus of mocking 'oohs’ and 'aahs’ came from the men and Cole stopped stroking, allowing the hot, sticky tip of his cock to rest on Val’s forehead. Lily planted one foot on the ground, this time keeping it firm and stable, then another foot, and groped about with her hands for the final leverage she needed to stand.

“Wanna see a trick?” said Billy. “Hey, Fuck-Puppy: Throat.”

Lily’s squeak of anguish was muffled as she dropped her hands and pushed her head straight down, enveloping Billy’s considerable length deep within her throat. The men howled in laughter, Valerie cried out into her gag, and Billy drummed his fingertips onto the back of Lily’s skull as if he were playing bongo drums.

With effort, Lily looked up, and her eyes met Valerie’s. Valerie tried to tell her with her eyes that it would be okay, that she forgave her, that she loved her, and that they would always love each other.

Cole shrugged grandly and resumed his stroking. “Sorry Val, but that’s too fucking hot to ignore, you can’t ask me not to cum after watching that.” He gripped her short hair in his fist with enough force that it felt as if her scalp was being pulled off her head, and pumped his cock furiously. Valerie closed her eyes a moment too late, the first thick spurt nailing her in the pupil, hot and thick and instantly stinging. The second spurt glued her other eye shut as she blinked furiously, the third caused her to snort out in panic as it covered her nostrils, and the next half-dozen ropes of thick, clinging seed were an indistinct blur, only noticeable because the jets of cum kept coming strong until the tenth or eleventh hit, finally trailing off into a chewy, stringy ooze that he wiped off in her hair.

“What a pity, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll still get to see your wife plenty,” he said, taking out the black cloth bag that had been on her head earlier, “in a month or so, when you’ve had some effective training…”

The last thing Valerie saw in her blurred, cum-stinging vision before the bag descended over her eyes was the sight of Lily, rocking on her haunches, staring off into space with cum running down her chin.