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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year ago

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i want to respond to a lot of them because theres so many good points on my Peter posts that I wanna expand on

but some of the replies are deadass just people saying 'No Peter is an idiot. He's a doofus, his watch going off was an accident. He's a dummy'

and I'm like

If you think that Peter giving Miles away was an accident, and Peter is just an idiot-

Being an idiot is not a very good trait to be defending. Especially if you're implying he's so incompetent he endangered Miles' life.

[I wrote here why I think this scene is completely intentional and Peter ratted Miles out on purpose - based on his behavior with MayDay, Lyla, and Miles

But that's not what I'm talking about right now. But maybe read that first.]

I've gotten many a response saying 'No, this scene is just an accident. Peter didn't mean to give him up. Peter is a dummy/idiot.'

Completely valid interpretation and conclusion based on the information shown on screen. I don't agree with it, but it's an assumption that's easy to make

That being said -

....what?! LIKE WHAT? Do you hear yourself?

You're like "Yeah this grown ass man is a complete idiot and gave Miles away which led to Miguel whooping Miles' ass. Peter, a man who has been Spider-man for years, is so dumb that he wouldn't think to turn off his tracking bracelet. Opps, must've slipped his mind the multiverse tracking bracelet did that tracking thing."

that's not???? that's not oKAY????

that's not any better!! That's your mans? The dum-dum who got Miles beat up because he didn't think about the tracking bracelet on his arm?? To either turn it off or take it off???

In this situation -

Peter is either playing dumb or he actually IS DUMB.

And we need to start holding the white man accountable for how his stupidity endangers others.

Like he could have helped Miles escape from the get go instead of trying to talk to him and make jokes about him holding Mayday. Even though he knows that Miles is in danger, suddenly he's joking and laughing with him?

Okay. Bizarre behavior but okay.

But by saying 'his watch went off on accident (and Lyla, an AI not subjected to human mistakes, just decided to rat herself out - out loud - okay)' you're admitting that Peter is basically incompetent.

So much so that he's an active danger around Miles.

By suggesting he DIDN'T rat on Miles, you're implying that he either

Didn't know his watch could track him - UNLIKELY or

He knew it could track him but he didn't think to turn it off when talking to Miles - NEGLIGENT OR

The watch could only track him if it was triggered it and he accidentally hit it - STILL IMCOMPETENT. OR

The tracking cannot be turned off - TAKE OFF THE BRACELET FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES.

All of these options make Peter look bad.

We have to assume that Peter knows that Lyla can track him.

If he really didn't want Miles to be found out, any person with any kinda sense and competence would turn off their watch or location.

Excusing this as 'Peter is dumb', you're admitting that a grown man who has been Spider-man for years didn't think to disable the tracking bracelet that can obviously track him anywhere in the multiverse.

Especially for those that think he hit it by accident and didn't notice until the last moment??

Despite the fact that he's had a watch longer than most - if not all of -the other Spider people besides Miguel???????????

Like, That means he didn't think at all during their entire interaction - 'Wait, Hold up. If I don't want Miles to get caught, I should turn off my watch.'

You think Peter B. Parker is that damn dumb? And that sits right with you??

Or...There's my theory.

He wanted Miles to get caught so he left his watch on and triggered it. Simple as that.

He knew the watch could track him.

He knew this and didn't turn it off. When he realized Miles couldn't be reasoned with, he triggered Lyla and asked her to track him. He stalled Miles, and then Lyla responded to him, not knowing doing so would rat him out.

(Remember, Lyla has no reason to rat herself or Peter out. And for Lyla it's a lot harder to argue it was a mistake or an intentional thing to mess with the Society. Because she's an AI. She wouldn't make a human mistake like that, as far as we can see, she's strictly bound by logical code and protocol. And she doesn't really have the agency to just turn on Miguel and the society to rat PETER out intentionally. She's an AI. Not a person. Lyla wouldn't speak suddenly if she knew that Peter didn't know he was being tracked. It's more likely he spoke to her first, and she responded out loud because of that.)

But my theory isn't law.

It's really just an assumption and analysis based on these things here, the scenes we're shown, what we know about Peter, and what we know about The Society/Lyla.

You don't have to go with my theory.

But if your argument is that Lyla getting his location is an accident and Peter was just too dumb to turn off the watch before he spoke to Miles-

That's still not a justification.

Also, Peter is acting BIZARRE here.

You're admitting Peter is an idiot. He got Miles caught because of his stupidity.

But by saying this was all an accident - you're also implying THIS joke was completely sincere.

Why would a grown man be joking at a time like this?

Any body would know to not start laughing and joking at a time like this - when Miles needs to get out of there as soon as possible.

Either he cannot read the situation - which..he knows Miles is in like active physical danger so - or he's acting abnormally and joking because he's actively stalling Miles.

Either he's PLAYING dumb or he IS dumb.

L's ALL ACROSS THE BOARDDDDD.

Either option is horrible for Peter.

Maybe he didn't think to turn off his tracking bracelet. Maybe he did trigger it by accident and didn't notice.

That's a completely valid interpretation - just know that in arguing so you're implying the person you're defending is just dumb as all hell.

So dumb he's a danger to the people around him.

You can take this stance, but in my eyes the stance is still very damning upon Peter.

A grown man who has been in The Society for months, should know to turn his watch off. He should KNOW not to be joking at a time like this.

Maybe he did it with ulterior motives, like intentionally ratting Miles out.

Maybe the man that was fine with physically restraining Miles with webs on-screen in ITSV IS fine with cornering Miles in a small space.

Or maybe he IS just an idiot. Which is..... not good. It's actually pretty sad and it still makes me think that Peter B. should not be around these kids if he can't think to NOT endanger them MORE on accident.

But HEY.

If you think Peter B. is an idiot, I will not argue. We agree on that, TRUST.

But I'm still gonna treat him like an adult who can stop and think for one second about the tracker on his arm, and just assumes not THAT dumb, and instead he did it on purpose.

Cause that man cannot be than damn dumb, come on.

Still. Fuck Peter B. ALL MY HOBIES HATE PETER B. (not a typo)

In this house we will hold him accountable. Whether for his betrayal OR his stupidity. At the end of the day, it got Miles hurt.

But yeah that's my take on the stance.

Bye.

#peter B hate club #spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #across the spiderverse #peter parker #peter B Parker #across the spider verse #Miles morales

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bunny085 · 2 years ago

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This is my first time sharing anything here. For my first post, I have decided to post a little story. It's a story that one of my best friends requested on my Wattpad account. All the characters in the following story belong to me. The following story will contain slight aftercare, master/slave elements, fxf (female x female), nsfw, dubious consent, porn with a little plot, one mention of spit play, slight impact play, slight degradation, and auctions for humans. If any of the contents stated above makes you feel uncomfortable please feel free to read something else. If not then please go right ahead. Also if I missed anything in the warning please let me know.

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Abduction

"Thanks for spending the day with me, Emerald." Liam, my best friend beamed. He has been my best friend for about eight years now.

He has been with me through hell and back, never once stopping to complain.

We met in high school and have been joined at the hip from ever since. Whenever my depression knocked me down to my knees, he was there to pick me up. Whenever he needed someone to help him see colours in this black and white world I was there.H-

"-rald. Are you hearing me?" Liam asked with a concerned look settled on his face, successfully bringing me from my thoughts.

I smiled at him then responded, "Yeah. I heard you."

He raised a single blonde brow at me.

"Oh really. Then what did I just say?" He asked with a little smirk on his thin, pink lips.

"I-uh...um-you," I stuttered trying to rack my brain to try to remember what he was saying.

Shoot. I got nothing. I thought with a sigh.

"I wasn't listening." I mumbled in defeat.

"I knew it!" He exclaimed then began laughing.

I laughed along with him.

"What were you saying though?" I asked after we stopped laughing.

"I was asking you if you would like me to walk you home since it's almost dark outside."

"Oh. I don't think that's necessary, Liam. I mean, what's the worst that can happen? We basically live in the safest neighbor hood there is. No one is gonna try to rob or kill me." I said with a reassuring smile on my face.

"Oh God no." Liam groaned.

I raised an eyebrow at him in question, "what's wrong?" I asked.

"Don't you watch movies, bitch?" He exclaimed in question.

My brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah but what does that have to do with anything?" I asked, confusion coating my words thickly.

"It means, dum dum, that we never say things like that. Whenever people say what's the worst that can happen something really bad always happens."

I rolled my eyes at him then smacked him upside of his head.

"Movie logic doesn't apply to real life, stupid." I said with a grin on my face.

"Of course it does." He said with a pout on his face.

"No it doesn't." I giggled.

"Yes it does."

"Look I'm not gonna argue with you on this."

"Fine, because I know you know deep, deep down that I'm right." He said, his blue eyes glimmering with humor

I rolled my dark brown eyes at him.

"Today was such a great day. But all good things must come to an end." He spoke with a heavy sigh of sadness at the end of his sentence.

"Yep."

"Give me a hug before you go, dummy." He laughed then opened his arms wide.

I giggled and ran into his arms. Almost knocking him down to the ground in the process. Liam was very light while I was on the heavy side. He weighed about 115 pounds while I weighed 163 pounds. And though he was light in weight he made up for it in height. His 5' 8 figure towered over my 5'3 frame.

We shared a brief, warm hug then he walked me to the door.

"Text me as soon as you get home. Okay, dum dum?"

"Yes, sir." I saluted then began marching out the door. "Bye, Liam."

"Bye, Emerald." He laughed while waving at me.

I smiled at him one last time before turning around and then began walking home. His home was only a fifteen minute walk away from my home.

About ten minutes into walking, the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly began to stand on end and it felt as if someone was burning a hole right through me with their eyes.

I stopped and turned around only to see no one. I breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged off the feeling.

My mind must be playing tricks on me, I thought with a little frown. I ran my hands through my dark brown, curly, shoulder length hair and chuckled.

Stupid Liam. He was the one that placed the idea in my head that something bad may happen.

I dug my hand into my pocket, grabbed my phone and pulled it out. I was gonna call him and let him stay on the phone with me until I got home. If anything happens he will hear and call the cops. Just as I was about to type in my password I felt someone's arms around my neck. Effectively putting me in a choke hold.

I elbowed the person in the stomach while screaming for help.

"Help! Help! Someone Hel-" My cries of help got muffled when a rag reeking of some sort of chemical, came up to cover both my mouth and my nose.

I held my breath but continued to fight. Soon I felt my lungs burning and the urge to breathe was so great it overpowered my willpower and I began to breath in the chemical on the rag. Within a minute of smelling the chemical on the rag black spots started swirl in my vision and my body felt as heavy as led.

"That's it, sweet cheeks. Don't fight it. The sooner you go to sleep the sooner this will all be over." A deep male voice whispered into my ear.

"Please no." I whispered behind the rag but my pleas only fell on ears unwilling to listen to me.

"Ssh, doll. Just go to sleep." He whispered once again.

The world around me was getting darker and darker and the only thought circling my mind was that Liam was right. I shouldn't have said what was the worst that could happen.

"-old to the gentleman here in the front for 2.5 million dollars." Was the first thing that greeted my ears as soon as I came to consciousness.

I groaned and gritted my teeth in pain as soon as my eyes cracked open. It felt as if I was having a massive hangover.

Shit. What happened?

I went to wipe my eyes but found out that both of my hand came up at the same time. My attention was suddenly brought to the stinging sensation of my wrists. I looked down at them in confusion.

"Oh, you're awake. Good. It's your turn next." A man with short ink jet hair and green eyes spoke with a little smile.

I only stared at him in confusion then in fear as soon as the memories of him kidnapping me came hurling it's way back into my mind at break neck speed.

"W-what's going o-on? W-why did you k-kidnap me?" I stuttered out in question.

"To make money of course. We're gonna sell you to the highest bidder and whatever else that will happen to you is in the hands of your owner." He said then chuckled. "If you're lucky maybe whoever buys you will just keep you as a pet or a slave."

At his words immediately tears began to spring to my eyes then began rolling down my chubby cheeks.

"Awe, don't cry, princess. Crying will only attract sadists." He laughed.

"And next up we have a beautiful girl by the name of Emerald Gold. Such a unique name, oh believe me I know. She's 5'3, weighs exactly 168 pounds, has no STI or STD, has no mental illnesses, has no chronic illness, and has no family members, yes folks, we have an orphan here, she's a lesbian but hasn't dated any girl yet since she was in the closet which brings us to the main event, she is a virgin and a natural submissive. We have been keeping an eye on her for months. Yes, I know, she's a bit on the plump side but trusts me, her virginity and submissiveness will make up for it. Come on out, Emerald!" The auctioneer bellowed.

I froze in my spot. They have been watching me for months? Now it all makes sense. This is why for the past few months I've felt as if someone was watching me or as if someone was out to get me. I brushed it off as simple paranoia but now it all made perfect sense. I mean you would too if you lived in a neighborhood where nothing remotely related to crime happens. It was the safest neighborhood or so I thought.

"C'mon now, sweet cheeks." The guy who kidnapped me said then grabbed my tied wrists in one of his and began dragging me onto the stage.

I screamed and tried to kick at him but his iron grip never faltered.

"Ooo, feisty." The auctioneer laughed.

"Now let's start the bidding with 1 million dollars." The auctioneer said as soon as I was on the stage.

"Do I hear 1 million?" He asked.

"1.5 million." A lady with bright red hair and vibrant blue eyes called out with a cruel smirk on her face.

A shiver ran down my spine.

"I hear 1.5, do I hear 1.6?"

"1.8." A man with dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes called out.

"All of you people are fucking sick!" I yelled then turned and spat in the face of the auctioneer.

The entire place went silent as silent as a graveyard at night. Then out of nowhere a smooth, feminine voice lazily drawled out, "4.8 million dollars."

Everyone turned to look at a woman with obsidian hair, steel grey calculating eyes, a cute button nose, full, plump lips painted in a deep shade of red and rosy cheeks. My brown eyes traveled from her face to her body. She stood at about 5'10 and looked as if she weighed about 147 pounds. Her body was clad in a white button up shirt, a black, knee length skirt and black pumps. A black blazer was also over her arm. My eyes then slowly traveled to the people around her. She had about 6 guys around her, all clad in black.

They must be her bodyguards. I thought then sneered. Why do they need bodyguards? It's people like me who need bodyguards to keep us safe from people like them.

After the shock wore off from everyone the auctioneer wiped off my spit from his face then continued as if nothing happened.

"I hear 4.8 million do I-"

"4.10." The man with dirty blonde hair said.

"5.6." The lady with black hair said with a bored look on her face.

"6.9." Said the man with the dirty blonde hair with a smirk on his face. Confident that the lady wouldn't bid higher than him. But he was proven wrong.

"9.5." The lady with black hair said -you know what let's just call her Boss Lady because she was giving off major boss vibes.

"Wow! I hear 9.5. Do I hear a 9.6? No. Going once to the beautiful boss of the Black Vipers Gang. Going twice. Sold!"

With that I was dragged off the stairs kicking and screaming and then led outside by the same guy that brought me onto the stage.

"Looks like you're worth more than I originally thought." He mused.

"Fuck off!" I spat with venom.

"Let's see how long that fighting spirit in you lasts. You're now officially property of Miss. Lance. The Boss of the Black Vipers Gang. The biggest gang in America."

My eyes widened in fear in at the new information.

I was bought by the Miss. Lance! Oh hell to the fucking no! I won't even survive one day with such a ruthless person. I've heard her name on the tv a few times but I didn't think our paths would even come close to crossing. Fuck! I thought in panic.

She probably bought me for my organs.

While in my panic I didn't notice Miss. Lance and her body guards walking up to me.

"So, you're my new slave. You look even prettier up close." She said then stretched her hand outward to one of her guards.

"Collar." She spoke with authority in her voice which immediately made my panties dampen a little.

Shit! This is not the time to be gay, Emerald. I scolded myself mentally.

The guard went to a black limousine, opened the door then came back with a black box. He opened it then handed a black leather collar with a big Emerald gem in the middle of it.

How ironic, I thought with a sneer. It's as if she knew I would be kidnapped today and auctioned off. Who am I kidding? Of course she knew.

She took the collar, took a step towards me then paused at my words.

"Take another step towards me, bitch and I swear to God I will fuck you up!" I spat without even thinking of the consequences.

Yes, I was scared but I was not about to go down without a fight.

She ignored me, smiled then resumed walking toward me. As soon as she was in front of me I spat right in her face. I grinned in triumph when the glob of spit got caught in one of her eyes.

She smiled then calmly wiped the spit away. Before I could even blink her fingers were on me and squeezing my mouth open. I whimpered in pain but refused to open.

"Open up, little slut." She growled then squeezed harder.

Despite my efforts she managed to squeeze my mouth open. As soon as it was open I felt something warm land on my tongue. Immediately my face scrunched up in disgust.

The bitch just spat in my mouth!

"Swallow." She ordered with a murderous glint in her eyes.

I stared at her for a moment then looked away but refused to swallow her disgusting spit. I probably should though since she had the power to kill me and hide my body so that no one could find me to give me a proper funeral.

"Not nice is it?" She asked.

I shook my head no.

"Now you know not to spit on people, you disgusting little bitch. Now swallow." She said with a cold look in her eyes.

When she saw that I wasn't swallowing she forcefully closed my mouth and pinched my nose closed. I began to struggle against her as soon as my lungs began protesting.

"Swallow or die right here. The choice is yours, princess." She smiled but there was no humour in her smile.

Deciding I didn't want to die like that I quickly swallowed then gagged. That was so gross.

"Good girl." She said then removed her hands from me only to come back to place the collar around my neck.

I didn't fight. I just let her.

She hooked a finger through my collar and tugged hard. I almost tripped. I didn't expect her to be so strong.

"Come." She said as if she was speaking to a dog then began walking towards the car.

One of the guards opened the door for us then she climbed in and pulled me in after her. A blind fold was then placed over my eyes.

"You now belong to me and your sole purpose is to please me. Your whole world will revolve around me. Now, I've had a long day and I need to relax. You're going to help me relax." She said then I felt her hands tangling in my hair.

She tugged until I was off the seat and then- I'm just guessing here - between her legs.

"Make me cum and I won't fuck you that hard when we get home." She said then forced my head to something smooth, warm and wet.

I tried to pull away the moment I realized it was her pussy but her grip was too strong.

"Go ahead, slut." She said with a smile in her voice.

I know I'm a lesbian but the idea of eating out a girl strictly by force was just so wrong and really off-putting. I mean, just imagine it. Ugh.

"I'm not going to put my tongue anywhere near your crusty ass cunt!" I yelled then bit her hard on her thigh.

I was expecting her to cry out in pain but all I heard from her was chuckling.

Suddenly my head was whipped to the side and my cheek began to stung.

Her grip in my hair got tighter then I felt her pulling me up to my feet then guiding me over her lap. I began to struggle.

"Stay still, doll." Was the only thing I heard before I felt my legs being pried open, my dress flipping up and my panties being pulled down. As soon as my panties were down she tsked disapprovingly.

"Look at what a mess you've made in your pretty little panties and all because of being manhandled. You truly are a slut." She laughed.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"I'm not a slut!" I screamed at her while trying to get myself up off her lap but damn, this bitch was strong.

A whimper tore through my throat when I felt a hand colliding with my left ass cheek hard.

"Apologize for yelling, princess." She said calmly.

"No way, bitch."

"Oh. I see how it is." She whispered.

I laid there for about five minutes in tense almost tangible silence.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I suddenly felt a finger trailing up my thigh and heading towards my bare pussy. Immediately I clamped my legs close with her hand in-between them.

"Open you're fucking legs." She ordered.

"No."

"Open your legs now or I will just strangle you to death and throw your cold, lifeless body out of this car." She said calmly as if she was talking about the weather.

"I-I don't think you would do that. You just paid alot of money for me." I stuttered out in fear.

A melodious laugh fell from her lips then she replied, "That's not alot of money, princess. Well, at least, it's not for me."

My eyes widened behind the blind fold.

"So, if I were you I would do what my Master told me to do."

I gulped nervously but for some reason my mouth opened and I said, "You're a woman. Your title would be Mistress."

"I know but I prefer Master, princess." She laughed. "Now open your legs or get strangled to death. It's your choice."

Regrettably, I slowly opened my legs.

"Good girl."

I jumped a little when I felt her fingers ghosting over my wet pussy.

"Since you didn't make me cum, I'm going to fuck you so hard it will feel like you're being shredded from the inside out when I get home and you won't cum until I have permitted you to do so. For now, I want you to hold onto something for me."

With that I felt her stretching over for something. I then heard a buzzing noise. Sounds like a vibrator.

"Holy fuck!" I screamed when I felt the vibrator she had in her hands pressing up against my clit.

I bit my lips hard to stop myself from whimpering and moaning when she began slowly circling it around my clit.

I squeaked when I felt her hands colliding with one of my ass cheeks once more.

"Don't hold in those pretty little sounds, princess. Your Master wants to hear them. She wants to know how good she's making you feel by hearing your sounds. Understand?"

"Yes." I said.

Another hard slap.

"Address me properly." She growled.

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl." She praised.

I moaned out loudly when I felt the vibrator being pushed inside of me.

"Hold onto that until we get home." She said then flipped my dress down to it's original position and then took off my underwear completely.

"H-"

"You won't be needing those. You're whole purpose is to please me and I want you to please me by being my sex slave, so you won't be needing any underwear. I want access to your pretty little pussy at all times." She said, cutting off my sentence before I even spoke it.

"We have arrived, Miss. Lance." One of the body guards said as the car slowly came to a stop.

I heard the door open then I was pulled out and then walked to somewhere inside what I'm guessing her home.

I squeaked in alarm as I pushed down unto something soft. Oh. Her bed.

I heard some shuffling, a drawer being opened then a button being pushed. As soon as the button was pushed the toy in me started vibrating faster. Too fast.

"Ngh... Stop. It's too fast." I whimpered out.

"I decide what's too fast or too slow. You take what I give you and just keep on making those pretty little noises."

"Bu-"

"No buts."

I heard some things being placed on the bed then my quivering arms were cut free only to be brought back towards the small of my back. They were then bound there with a soft cloth. My blind fold was then taken off.

I slowly looked around. Apparently I was in her bedroom. I couldn't get to focus on anything else. I was experiencing a whole new level of pleasure. My fingers were no match for this thing.

"Keep your head down, lift your ass up and spread your legs."

"Yes, Master." I whimpered then awkwardly shuffled my quivering body until I was in her desired position.

Without warning the vibrator was viciously pulled from me. I whimpered at the loss. A harsh slap to my pussy quickly silenced me.

"Such a needy little whore."

I moaned in surprise when I felt one of her fingers slipping inside my warm, slippery walls.

"You're so tight." She chuckled. "I almost feel sorry for how I'm going to ruin it. I'm going to make it all nice, loose, and sloppy with my big, hard cock."

With that I felt another finger enter me. Slowly they began to fuck me. I moaned and starting pushing back on her fingers but one harsh slap to my ass stopped me.

"Stay still, slut."

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

I moaned out loudly when I felt her fingers curling and hitting a spot inside me I didn't even know existed. My whole body was just melting in pleasure from just her fingers. I almost forgot that I wasn't supposed to be here, that I was kidnapped and sold off to the highest bidder and also that I didn't give my consent to her. With that in mind, I tried to make less noise to voice my pleasure without making it obvious that I was doing it.

After about five minutes of this her fingers paused then slipped out.

I screamed out in pain when I felt something big, extremely textured and hard slipping right inside of me. My walls were on fire, trying so hard to stretch quickly to accommodate this unwelcome guest. My entire lower half felt as if it was being ripped apart. Just as she promised.

This hurts so fucking bad!

"I could have prepped you fully but you decided to ease up on your lewd little noises even though I told you I wanted to hear them. I bet you didn't think I would notice, right?" She laughed cruelly then withdrew until only the tip was left inside of me then brutally slammed back in causing me to scream out and tears to roll down my chubby cheeks.

"Wait, Master. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!" I cried out in pain.

"Stop digging your own grave. You. Knew. Exactly. What. You. Were. Doing." She said calmly, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

I sobbed out louder when I felt an even greater stinging sensation taking over my pussy and a warm, liquid running down my thighs.

"Oh, would you look at that?" she hummed out in content. " You tore a little. But don't worry. You won't need any stitches." she laughed while I continued to sob loudly and beg her for mercy.

A mercy I knew I would not receive but one I asked for nonetheless. One I pleaded for.

"Mercy? I don't think you want mercy. I was giving it to you but you didn't want it, you little bitch. No, you wanted to feel my cock pummelling into your sweet little virgin cunt until you ripped and bled. Such a coniving little bitch." she sighed as if she didn't want to do this.

As if this was all, somehow my fault!

Fucking bitch!

Later about half an hour into the fucking the burning had subsided and one of her hands were firmly planted between my sensitive nipple and the mattress. She was pulling and twisting my nipple with no regard for me. This continued until she stood up a little with one of her feet on my head, pushing my head down into the bed, her hips shifted, causing the fake dick to start fucking me in a different angle. Soon I was feeling little sparks of pleasure.

I whimpered.

"Good girl." She praised but didn't stop thrusting hard. "you like this position better? You like being under my feet?"

I whimpered and tried to nod yes.

"Answer me properly or else I'll make sure you get stitches." she growled at me.

"Yes, Master. I like being under your feet."

"Good girl."

"I wish you could see how beautiful your cunt looks stretched around my cock." She mused after a minute.

I blushed in embarrassment and moaned. This continued until I was just a moaning, whining, whimpering mess under her, desperate to cum.

"Master, can I cum, please?" I mewled out in question.

"No." Was the only response I got.

I whined.

My whole body was throbbing in pleasure, my arousal was dripping out of me and unto the bed, soaking the sheets, my hands kept clenching and unclenching, my clit was hard and aching for attention and my tummy was in knots. I just wanted to cum.

"You're just going to lay there while I fuck you senseless and when I feel like you have had enough I will take off my strap and you will make me cum by using your mouth. Only then will I allow you to cum."

"Bu-"

"No buts." She growled.

Her hips kept slamming into my body creating lewd wet noises mixed with my moans, mewls and whimpers of pleasure.

"Master, please." I begged once again.

"No and if you dare cum without my permission, well let's just say that you won't like what will happen next."

My eyes which were once closed snapped open in surprise when I felt her fingers of her other hand came around to rub my clit in fast tight little circles. I immediately tried to wiggle away from her.

"Stay the fuck still." She growled while still rubbing my clit and playing with my nipples.

"Master, stop please. I'm going to cum if you keep that doing that."

I was ignored.

I closed my eyes and whimpered as I felt my walls clenching hard onto her strap-on. A tell tale sign that I was about to cum. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was gonna cum any minute now.

"Master, please."

"Fine. Since you wanna cum so badly." She mused then gently pulled out of me and took her fingers away from my clit and nipple.

I was pulled up to my knees then pulled off the bed harshly by my hair. She sat down on the bed then pulled me in-between her pale thighs.

"Make me cum."

I nodded.

"Do not nod your head at me. Answer me correctly." She growled.

"I'm sorry for nodding my head, Master. I will make you cum."

With that I started to gently place kisses on her inner thighs. Slowly making my way to her incredibly wet, warm, smooth, hairless pussy. I placed little open mouth kisses on her lower lips then slowly dipped my tongue inside her wet lips.

She tasted both sweet and metallic. I buried my face into her cunt, trying to get more of her juices into my mouth.

"Slow down, princess." She chuckled then moaned after.

I followed her orders and slowed down. I stuck my tongue out and licked a long stripe from her hole straight to her clit. I did this about four more times before I gently started to circle my tongue around her clit. I paused when I heard a moan then resumed.

"That's it, baby girl, make your Master cum." She whispered.

With that I took her clit into my mouth and began sucking harshly on it while flicking it with my tongue. Her legs clamped closed around my head, her hands tangled in my hair tighter and she let out a high pitched moan.

"Such a good little slut." She moaned.

I continued with my task while trying my hardest to ignore the throbbing between my legs that had intensified since I heard her loud, high pitched moan. I know I'm not supposed to be enjoying this since I have been kidnapped but since this will be my new life I may as well just accept it and try to make the most of it. Besides, if I fight and be disobedient I will end up dead and I don't want that.

"Fuck me with your tongue." She ordered.

I let go off of her clit with an obscene wet pop then trailed my tongue down to her wet sopping hole. I roughly pushed my tongue inside her and began fucking her with my tongue as hard and as fast as I could.

"That's it. Fuck me." She moaned.

About three minutes in I felt her walls tightening around my tongue. She was about to cum.

Already? I asked myself mentally in surprise.

She must've been really wound up to be cumming this quick.

Her moans were more frantic and she was grinding really hard against my face.

"Fuck!" She cursed.

I moaned as all her juices came flooding into my mouth.

"Fuck yes. Suck my pussy like a filthy whore." She moaned.

My hole leaked at her filthy words. I kept fucking her with my tongue as she rode out her orgasm.

I whined when she pulled me away so she could look at my face glistening with her pussy juice clearly. She stared at my face for a moment her chest heaving up and down from the intensity of her orgasm then chuckled breathlessly.

"Do I taste that good you don't want to stop eating me out?"

A blush took over my cheeks.

"C'mon, princess. Answer me and don't you dare nod your head at me."

"Yes, M-Master. You really taste good."

"I'm pleased to hear that, princess. You have earned both my permission to cum and also the decision of how you are going to cum. Now tell me, how do you want me to make you cum?" She asked with a small smirk on her pouty red lips.

I looked down shyly and mumbled, "can you fuck me with your fingers only until I cum?"

"Speak up."

"Can you fuck me with only your fingers until I cum, Master, please?"

"Fuck you with how many fingers, little one?"

My eyes snapped up to hers. Surely she wasn't expecting me to outright tell her how many of her fingers I wanted stuffed inside my stinging, wet, slightly gaping hole but one look at the little teasing smile she had on her lips confirmed that she indeed wanted me to tell her exactly how many fingers I wanted her to use to fuck me with until I cum.

"I want you to fuck me with only two of your fingers, Master. Can you also please hit that spot too?." I said then started fidgeting uncomfortably at the intensity of her stare.

"What spot?." She asked while pulling me up back on the bed.

She unstrapped the roughly 7 inch, pink dildo with thick veins running up the side of it and placed it beside her.

She grabbed my legs, spread them open then placed them on her shoulders. Immediately I took my legs down and tried to close my legs. I felt too exposed and vulnerable. I screamed and tried to close my legs when she growled, ripped my legs open then mercilessly began slapping my exposed pussy.

"When I put you in a position I expect you to stay the fuck there! Am I clear, slut?"

"Yes, Master." I wailed out, tears once again streaming down my chubby cheeks.

"Good." She said then placed my feet back on her shoulders.

I sniffled and stared up at her pitifully.

"Don't look at me like that. We both know you deserved it." She sneered then began slowly pushing her fingers into me.

I whimpered at the slight burn.

"Just look how your greedy hole is sucking my fingers in. I bet it could take one more." She laughed then began tapping my wet clit gently with one of her fingers on her other hand.

She withdrew then pushed them back in and roughly curled them. Hitting the spot dead on.

"Was that the the spot?"

"Yes, Master!" I screamed.

Slowly, she began working up to a slow and steady, rough pace.

I moaned and closed my eyes.

"See how good it feels to just submit to me and do everything I say?"

"Yes, Master." I whispered, lost in the sea of blissful pleasure.

"It looks like you're getting drunk off of my fingers. Filthy whore. Such a pathetic filthy whore."

I whined.

"I'm not."

Her fingers paused.

"Did you just disagree with me?"

My eyes snapped open to stare at her with wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to. I swear." I wailed out, tears welling up in my eyes.

She glared down at me for a moment before she she carried on.

She hit my spot over and over again until my eyes began rolling to the back of my head and I was cumming all over her cock. My head was swimming with so much pleasure.

I panted hard as I was coming down from my high but then I started to whimper loudly. Miss. Lance was making no sign of slowing down.

"Master, please stop." I pleaded.

"You got what you wanted. You got cum on my fingers." Was the only response I got.

"I only meant once. Please, M-master." I begged.

She only glared at me and continued to fuck my wet, sopping hole. Continuously hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

"Have you ever squirt before, whore?"

"No, Master." I sobbed.

"Well, you're going to learn to tonight because I'm not going to stop fucking you with my fingers until you squirt." She said in a bored tone.

I looked up at her through teary eyes and once again pleaded to her.

"Master, please."

"Just relax and focus on the feeling of my fingers

going in and out of your fat, juicy pussy. Can you feel them draging deliciously against your walls when I pull them out?" She asked.

"Yes, Master but it hurts so much."

"Good that's your punishment for disagreeing with me." She hummed and just continued fucking me.

After about half an hour of me crying and begging her to stop my body just gave out and I laid there limp just taking her brutal finger fucking. All of a sudden the urge to pee slammed into me.

"M-Master, I want to pee." I whispered hoarsely.

As soon as I said that her fingers picked up speed and she began rubbing my clit fast in tight little circles.

"Master! I can't hold it back any more. Please let me go to the bathroom." My pleading only fell on deaf ears.

I screamed in euphoria as I peed and came at the same time.

"Good girl." She praised while still fucking my sore pussy with her fingers and rubbing my clit. "Such a good girl for squirting for her master like that on her first try. Such a good little girl."

Gradually the speed of her thrusts receded until she finally came to a stop and gently pulled her fingers out of me. Gently she took her fingers away from my overstimulated clit and took my feet off of her shoulders.

She got off the bed, stood up and took up the strap-on and went some where out of the room with it. I heard water running then she came back with it and placed it in a drawer.

She came over to me on the bed, rolled me onto my stomach then untied my wrists. If I wasn't so blissed out right now I would've tried to run but instead I laid there boneless and bathing in the after glow of the most intense orgasms I have ever had in my life. She got up once more then went somewhere and came back with a damp, white towel. She turned me unto my back, opened my legs and began gently wiping away all traces of my arousal. She went back into what I've come know as the bathroom then came back and laid on the bed and pulled me close to her. Away from the huge soaking spot I have made in her bed.

"Try to run and I will have my men shoot you. Wake me up and I will shoot you myself. Now, get some rest."

"Yes, Master." With that I closed my eyes, snuggled up to her and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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