Trigger Warning: This story contains graphic content, intense power dynamics, explicit sex between women, and themes of submission that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The room was hot now. Not just from the air. From them. From cum, sweat, heat, tongues, nails, spit, control. All three women were naked. Their dresses discarded. Heels still strapped to their feet. Nipple rings, bruises, bite marks…they wore their submission like status. But tonight? They weren’t submissive. Tonight, they owned her. Isadora was on her knees. Her lips still slick with Gianna’s cum. Her chest stained with spit. Her throat red from being yanked back, throat-fucked, and used like she was nothing but a new toy they were breaking in. And they weren’t done. Valentina sat on the leather armchair now, legs wide, her pussy glistening in the low light. She reached between her thighs and spread herself open with two fingers, her clit hard, lips dripping. “Cr
“Please,” she whispered. “More.” The three women exchanged a look. Gianna knelt first, dragging her nails down Isadora’s shaking spine, tracing the slick that still dripped from her ruined cunt. “You heard her,” she said, voice low and thick with a smirk on her face “The little whore wants to be used again.” Valentina flicked her cigarette into a crystal ashtray, leaned forward, and grabbed a fistful of Isadora’s hair, yanking her head up until her eyes met hers. “You sure, baby girl?” Valentina whispered. “Sure you want to be nothing but a wet, drooling fuckpet for us?” Isadora’s lips were trembling. Her thighs were soaked. Her pulse throbbed in her throat. But her voice…her voice was steady. “Yes,” she breathed. Gianna smiled slowly. Like a shark. “Then let’s make her fucking earn it.” She stood, towering over her, and slapped her cheek. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to jolt her. To wake her. “On your back. Legs spread. Hands above your head.” Isadora obeyed inst
Caterina looked like she was seconds away from committing fucking murder. “You absolute fucking whores,” Caterina shrieked, her voice breaking on the high-pitched scream, it was loud and raw like an animal caught in a trap. “Do you even fucking understand what you’ve done?!” Gianna laughed first. Not a pretty laugh. It was a wet, ugly sound…full of cruelty, full of filth, full of the kind of pleasure that made the skin crawl. The glass bottle slipped from her fingers as she smirked. . “Relax, princess,” Gianna sneered, sauntering lazily toward her, hips swaying. “We’re just…breaking in the new little fucktoy.” She kicked the bottle across the floor without even looking. Caterina’s fists curled so tight blood trickled from her palms. “FUN?!” she bellowed. “She was supposed to be special! She was supposed to be untouched! Did he tell y’all to touch her!!! Her body is meant for him!!! And him alone!!” Valentina just laughed, grinding her soaked cunt against Isadora’s face like t
As the door slammed shut behind Caterina and Isadora. No one spoke at all. Not even one word. Gianna stood frozen, her back pressed so tightly to the wall that her spine ached. Her eyes stared blankly at the door like she could still see Caterina’s angry face. Nobody spoke. Yet Sofia was the first to break. “Do you think she meant it?” she asked, her words trembling. “Do you think… it’s really going to happen? That he’s going to… to…” She couldn’t finish her statement, that was when Valentina snapped her head around, eyes wild, voice sharp as she pointed her finger at her “She’s lying,” she hissed. “She’s bluffing. She’s always been a fucking drama queen. You know Caterina. She talks big. She likes the sound of her own voice. That’s all this is.” Gianna finally turned her head, slowly, painfully, to look at her. “You saw her eyes,” Gianna said, her voice low and thick with something ugly cause deep down they knew what was coming. “You heard her voice. That wasn’t bluffi
Caterina kicked the door open as she stumbled inside, clutching Isadora’s broken body against her chest like something holy. Like something sacred that she would kill to protect. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, sinking into the plush carpet, her arms shaking as she lowered Isadora down onto the mattress. She almost fumbled her. She was trembling so badly she could barely breathe, barely think. Isadora whimpered a bit a raw as her fevered body clung wetly to the silk of Caterina’s dress. Her thighs were slick, her parted lips dry and chapped, her glassy eyes barely focusing. “Shh, dolcezza,” she whispered, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from Isadora’s burning forehead with trembling fingers. She tried to sound calm. Sweet. Soft. Even though she was burning inside. Even though her blood was screaming to destroy does sluts. “You’re okay now,” Caterina whispered again, more desperate this time. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. Isadora shuddered a bit a small broken tw
“I honestly do want you for myself, dolcezza,” she purred, her fingers stroking lightly down Isadora’s sticky arm. “Because, you see, I do both genders.” Isadora whimpered softly, her broken body twitching weakly in her arms, still too wrecked to do more than breathe. Caterina chuckled, the sound deep and filthy, and nuzzled her nose lightly against Isadora’s sticky temple. “Because you see, baby,” she whispered against her skin, “I do both genders.” She pulled back slightly, tipping Isadora’s chin up with two fingers, forcing the girl’s dazed, shattered eyes to meet hers. “Male. Female. Anything I want,” Caterina said with a wicked glint in her eye. “Cocks, cunts, pretty little mouths, tight little asses. I take whatever the fuck makes me wet.” Isadora’s lips parted cause honestly this was turning her on so good, her cheeks flushing dark pink even through the bruises. Caterina laughed low and soft, the sound vibrating straight through both their bodies. “Best fucking decision
“DO NOT FUCKING PLAY WITH ME, DIEGO!” Dominic Valenzo’s roar ripped through the alley as he stepped further clenching his jaw. “WHERE THE HELL IS MY MONEY?!” Before Diego could even blink, Dominic’s fist slammed into his jaw, a brutal crunch of bone meeting bone. Diego’s head whipped back, blood bursting from his lips as his body crashed to the ground like a filth. He was more than just a soldier to Dominic. He was Dominic’s first. The first man to swear loyalty. The first man Dominic pulled from the gutters, cleaned up, gave a name, a purpose, a family. For over a decade, Diego was Dominic’s right hand. But beneath that loyalty, something festered. Jealousy. Dominic didn’t let up. He stalked forward, eyes black with fury, his breath sharp and ragged like a man on the edge of slaughter. He grabbed Diego by the collar, dragging him up to his knees, and slammed him against the freezing brick wall. “You thieving little fuck,” Dominic spat. “YOU THINK YOU COULD STEAL FROM ME AND
Meanwhile, in the confined space of an hospital, twenty-three-year-old Dr. Isadora Bell had just clocked out after a grueling double shift at St. Meridan General. Her body ached in places she didn’t know could ache, and her mind was still caught between the beep of monitors and the scream of a mother whose child hadn’t made it. She reached her locker in the residents’ lounge, peeled off her stethoscope, and tossed it in with a sigh that came from her soul. She ran a hand through her curls, eyes heavy, just as two interns…both fresh out of med school…poked their heads into the room. “Dr. Bell,” one of them said, nervous, clinging to a clipboard. “It’s really coming down out there.” She glanced out the narrow hallway window. The sky looked like it had cracked open and the wind had picked up enough to rattle the glass. Isadora exhaled and grabbed her hoodie off the chair. “Y’all better head home,” she said, voice soft as she turned to the interns that was with her . “This
“I honestly do want you for myself, dolcezza,” she purred, her fingers stroking lightly down Isadora’s sticky arm. “Because, you see, I do both genders.” Isadora whimpered softly, her broken body twitching weakly in her arms, still too wrecked to do more than breathe. Caterina chuckled, the sound deep and filthy, and nuzzled her nose lightly against Isadora’s sticky temple. “Because you see, baby,” she whispered against her skin, “I do both genders.” She pulled back slightly, tipping Isadora’s chin up with two fingers, forcing the girl’s dazed, shattered eyes to meet hers. “Male. Female. Anything I want,” Caterina said with a wicked glint in her eye. “Cocks, cunts, pretty little mouths, tight little asses. I take whatever the fuck makes me wet.” Isadora’s lips parted cause honestly this was turning her on so good, her cheeks flushing dark pink even through the bruises. Caterina laughed low and soft, the sound vibrating straight through both their bodies. “Best fucking decision
Caterina kicked the door open as she stumbled inside, clutching Isadora’s broken body against her chest like something holy. Like something sacred that she would kill to protect. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, sinking into the plush carpet, her arms shaking as she lowered Isadora down onto the mattress. She almost fumbled her. She was trembling so badly she could barely breathe, barely think. Isadora whimpered a bit a raw as her fevered body clung wetly to the silk of Caterina’s dress. Her thighs were slick, her parted lips dry and chapped, her glassy eyes barely focusing. “Shh, dolcezza,” she whispered, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from Isadora’s burning forehead with trembling fingers. She tried to sound calm. Sweet. Soft. Even though she was burning inside. Even though her blood was screaming to destroy does sluts. “You’re okay now,” Caterina whispered again, more desperate this time. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. Isadora shuddered a bit a small broken tw
As the door slammed shut behind Caterina and Isadora. No one spoke at all. Not even one word. Gianna stood frozen, her back pressed so tightly to the wall that her spine ached. Her eyes stared blankly at the door like she could still see Caterina’s angry face. Nobody spoke. Yet Sofia was the first to break. “Do you think she meant it?” she asked, her words trembling. “Do you think… it’s really going to happen? That he’s going to… to…” She couldn’t finish her statement, that was when Valentina snapped her head around, eyes wild, voice sharp as she pointed her finger at her “She’s lying,” she hissed. “She’s bluffing. She’s always been a fucking drama queen. You know Caterina. She talks big. She likes the sound of her own voice. That’s all this is.” Gianna finally turned her head, slowly, painfully, to look at her. “You saw her eyes,” Gianna said, her voice low and thick with something ugly cause deep down they knew what was coming. “You heard her voice. That wasn’t bluffi
Caterina looked like she was seconds away from committing fucking murder. “You absolute fucking whores,” Caterina shrieked, her voice breaking on the high-pitched scream, it was loud and raw like an animal caught in a trap. “Do you even fucking understand what you’ve done?!” Gianna laughed first. Not a pretty laugh. It was a wet, ugly sound…full of cruelty, full of filth, full of the kind of pleasure that made the skin crawl. The glass bottle slipped from her fingers as she smirked. . “Relax, princess,” Gianna sneered, sauntering lazily toward her, hips swaying. “We’re just…breaking in the new little fucktoy.” She kicked the bottle across the floor without even looking. Caterina’s fists curled so tight blood trickled from her palms. “FUN?!” she bellowed. “She was supposed to be special! She was supposed to be untouched! Did he tell y’all to touch her!!! Her body is meant for him!!! And him alone!!” Valentina just laughed, grinding her soaked cunt against Isadora’s face like t
“Please,” she whispered. “More.” The three women exchanged a look. Gianna knelt first, dragging her nails down Isadora’s shaking spine, tracing the slick that still dripped from her ruined cunt. “You heard her,” she said, voice low and thick with a smirk on her face “The little whore wants to be used again.” Valentina flicked her cigarette into a crystal ashtray, leaned forward, and grabbed a fistful of Isadora’s hair, yanking her head up until her eyes met hers. “You sure, baby girl?” Valentina whispered. “Sure you want to be nothing but a wet, drooling fuckpet for us?” Isadora’s lips were trembling. Her thighs were soaked. Her pulse throbbed in her throat. But her voice…her voice was steady. “Yes,” she breathed. Gianna smiled slowly. Like a shark. “Then let’s make her fucking earn it.” She stood, towering over her, and slapped her cheek. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to jolt her. To wake her. “On your back. Legs spread. Hands above your head.” Isadora obeyed inst
Trigger Warning: This story contains graphic content, intense power dynamics, explicit sex between women, and themes of submission that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The room was hot now. Not just from the air. From them. From cum, sweat, heat, tongues, nails, spit, control. All three women were naked. Their dresses discarded. Heels still strapped to their feet. Nipple rings, bruises, bite marks…they wore their submission like status. But tonight? They weren’t submissive. Tonight, they owned her. Isadora was on her knees. Her lips still slick with Gianna’s cum. Her chest stained with spit. Her throat red from being yanked back, throat-fucked, and used like she was nothing but a new toy they were breaking in. And they weren’t done. Valentina sat on the leather armchair now, legs wide, her pussy glistening in the low light. She reached between her thighs and spread herself open with two fingers, her clit hard, lips dripping. “Cr
Isadora’s mouth parted. Her body twitched. She didn’t know whether she wanted to cry or come again. But her silence? Her broken, breathlessness. That wasn’t enough. Not for them. Valentina stood tall beside her, running her palm down her hip, gripping her ass hard enough to bruise it. “More, please,” she mocked, voice syrupy and sharp. “Say it, slut. Say it like you mean it.” Isadora gasped. Her back arched. Tears clung to her lashes. “…More… please…” “Louder.” “More! Please..please don’t stop..” Gianna leaned down and slapped her face. Hard this time. “We don’t take orders from you. We don’t fuck because you want it.” She gripped her jaw and spat right into her mouth. “We fuck you because he lets us.” Sofia lifted her head, chin slick, eyes dark and unreadable. “You’re here for our pleasure now. Until he says otherwise.” Valentina smiled, turning toward the door, her heels tapping softly on the tile as she reached for something. She opened a drawer.
Isadora’s breath was still catching in her throat. Her legs were spread wide, trembling. Her mouth tasted like pussy and sweat. Her chest was streaked in red marks. Her cunt was sore and twitching. Her thighs were sticky with the combined cum of three women and her own ruins And they stood around her like they hadn’t just wrecked her body and mind in under ten minutes. Like they’d done this a thousand times before. She finally pulled herself up on her elbows, shaking, panting, her hair a matted mess down her back. Her voice came out hoarse. But it cut through the air like a blade. “Who the fuck are you girls?” Valentina didn’t answer at first. She was too busy reapplying her lipstick in the mirror, still smudged from riding Isadora’s face like a throne. Her dress rode high. Her thighs were bare. Her inner thigh still shimmered with slick that wasn’t hers. Sofia sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, eyes unblinking. Her fingers glided up her own thigh lazily, like she go
She didn’t know how long she stood there, fingers still buried in her cunt, staring into her own wrecked reflection. Time didn’t matter. Only sensation did. The ache.The aftermath of being ruined so thoroughly she could still feel his fingerprints wrapped around her throat. And then. The knock. She froze. Three soft taps. It was like whoever was behind that door already knew what they’d find. Her breath caught. Her legs trembled. She looked down at herself..still naked. Cum still leaking. The inside of her thighs sticky and raw. She hadn’t even wiped him off. She didn’t want to. The knock came again. “Dominic said you’d be ready.” She turned, heart slamming against her ribs. The door creaked open. And in stepped a girl..no, not a girl. A woman. Dark curls down her back. Red lipstick. Her heels clicked on the floor as she entered like she owned the place. Like she had walked in on a thousand ruined girls before and smiled at every single one of them. Her eyes dropped