"This isn't fair," she says, glancing around the green tiled room. "You promised me rape..."
You shrug. "Are you strong enough to take it?"
"Take it?" Rose says, looking up at you. Her eyes simmer. "Who said anything about taking it?"
>What do you do?
[X] Pretend to be raped
You grin broadly, ear to ear.
"I'm not going to let you win just because you're putting up this damsel in distress act," you say. "What do I look like, an idiot?"
"As a matter of fact, yes..."
Rose darts for the sink on still-wobbly legs. Opening the cabinet underneath, she produces a pair of stainless steel handcuffs. She slaps one of the bracelets around your wrist, latching it in place.
"What the hell--" you say. She pivots around you and tugs your other arm back, cuffing you.
You could fight her off if you wanted -- you can break these cuffs -- but you're interested in seeing how far this goes.
"Why the hell were you keeping those things in here?" you ask.
"After you changed my bandage yesterday... I thought you might be stupid enough to do it again today. I was a girl scout, you know. I'm always prepared."
You make a show of pulling against your restraints. Rose grins smugly when you can't break free.
"Come with me," she says. Then, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in your ear: "you're my prisoner, now..."
She brings you back to her shared bedroom. Laying you on her bed, she tugs down your swim trunks.
"You bitch!" you say, pretending to struggle and playing up the anger. "I'll make you pay!"
"Shut up, you fucking dog," Rose says. Her voice drips with loathing but is still weak.
"I'm going to fucking RUIN you--" you begin.
She slaps you across the face. And even though you're a lot stronger now, you're not immune to pain. It stings like hell and leaves a nasty red welt behind. The sudden violence startles you enough to distract you as Rose momentarily uncuffs your wrists.
She tosses you a sheer sundress and matching bra and panties from her dresser. The underwear is dark black, lacy and slutty. The dress is white, practically transparent, and whorishly short -- especially for a person of your height.
"Put that on," Rose commands. "Or I'll beat you bloody and put it on for you."
>Will you put the outfit on?
[X] Yes, but no.
"Like hell," you stammer.
This time your resistance is genuine. You're willing to give Rose a lot of leeway after everything she did for you, but this is too much. You're not gay, for godsakes.
Rose tries to smack you again, but you sit up and grab her wrist, stopping her mid-swing. She looks at you with wild eyes. Panicking, she tries to smack you with her other hand. You grab that one, too.
Wrenching her arms apart, you say firmly, "that's enough. I'm not wearing a dress."
"Oh yes you are!" she insists.
She headbutts you.
You involuntarily release her as you fly back, knocked prone against the mattress. Rose grabs the bra and straddles you as she tries to force it on. You push her arms away every time she makes the attempt.
You really don't want to hurt her, but she's getting carried away.
"Fuck you!" she shouts. "You promised!"
"I didn't promise you THIS! Get off of me! I'm warning you--"
"Put it on! I'm your mistress and I'm ORDERING you!"
"Arrrg--" you heave and push her back, off of you. She falls prone as well, her body pointed in the opposite direction to you, panting and heaving, clutching at her wound.
"Goddamn it," you say. "I didn't want to do that..."
You sit up. Reaching over, you try to help her. But she waves you off.
Clambering to her knees on her own, she looks at you with fiery eyes.
"Put it on."
"No. There are other things we can--"
"Put it on!!" she yells.
You feel yourself blasted back by some powerful, alien force. Your spine and arms are pinned against the headboard, immobilized. You try to move but it's no use.
Rose isn't even touching you -- how is this possible?
You begin to feel genuine fear.
Rose's shocked expression says she understands what just happened as little as you do.
"Alabaster?" she asks. "Are you all right?"
"I-- I can't move--"
Rose grins. "How sweet of you..." she murmurs to herself. She must think you're acting again.
"No..." you say "Rose, I'm serious. I can't--"
Rose ignores you and loops the bra straps over your shoulders, securing the garment in place against your flat chest. You think it looks ridiculous on you, but Rose coos in delight when she leans back to admire it.
"Rose... for the love of GOD..."
"Shut up." She takes the panties next, holding them by her thumbs and hiking them slowly up your straining legs. No matter how you try, you can't make yourself so much as budge an inch.
Next comes the sundress. You groan with humiliation as she forces it down around you. The fabric is light and airy, barely-there, and yet at the same time it clings persistently to your skin. The underwear is plainly visible underneath.
"So cute," Rose says. "You're such a cute little slave."
The hem of the dress barely covers your ass as you sit there pinned against the headboard. You could just about die from embarrassment and shame.
But then, as suddenly as it came, whatever magic force has you held in place dissipates. You fall forward, doubling over.
"Look..." Rose says. She directs your attention to a mirror mounted on her dresser. Clasping you by the hand, she helps you to your feet and makes you look at yourself.
Cute...?
You look like a complete fucking tramp.
Rose hugs you from behind, running her hands up and down your stomach as she admires your reflection.
"The perfect outfit for my perfect pet," she says. She really means it, you can tell.
You grimace.
But even though you're free now, you don't take it off.
"See?" Rose says. "You're so hard..."
You glance down. And it's true. Your dick is fat and throbbing, straining against the silky fabric of the panties. You can see the bulge it makes in your dress. You feel your crotch slowly wetting the girly outfit with precum.
"You'll lie back down, right? You won't fight me anymore, right? This can be fun for you, too..."
Well. You're already wearing the damn thing. You might as well go with it, right?
Besides, if you resist, who knows what crazy Carrie shit Rose will pull next.
This is the rationalization you tell yourself, anyway.
You lie back on the bed. Rose secures the handcuffs a second time, looping the chain through a wooden slat in the headboard, your wrists resting on the crown of your head.
"Wait here," she laughs, her voice low.
You watch, growing anxious, as Rose roots through the nightstand. Her fleshy little butt sways this way and that, straining against the confines of her bikini bottom, as she searches the drawers. After a few moments, she finds what she's looking for.
With a triumphant laugh, she produces an enormous, flesh-colored, two-sided dildo set in a black harness.
The rubber toy's business end is fat and real-looking, covered with veins and topped by an angry crimson head. The dildo's other side is smaller. Squatting down on her heels, Rose inserts this smaller end inside herself, sighing with perverse contentment as the appendage penetrates her sopping cunt.
She wiggles her hips in an obviously masturbatory way for about half a minute, before finally reaching back and securing the harness around her waist.
The dildo is an almost perfect match for her milky skin tone, and when she stands, arching her back just a little bit, it looks like she has a real, pulsing cock of her own.
"What are you doing?" you ask, but you're at least 95% certain what the answer is.
Rose saunters over to the bed and props one of her feet on the mattress, leaning in to rub her new cockhead against your face. You grimace, shutting your eyes and turning away, but Rose is persistent. She slaps your cheeks over and over with her dick, making wet little plops.
Rose's cock smells just like her pussy does. Whitney must have used the toy on her very recently, you realize.
The scent of Rose's arousal coating the fleshy tool in your face makes the illusion that it's a real penis all the more convincing. You can feel your brain slowly turning to mush inside your head.
And yet -- you can break free anytime you want. If you just pulled hard enough, you could stop this... why aren't you stopping this?
Staring down at you, Rose is the perfect image of depraved sadism.
"Lick it," she commands.
You lick it. You can taste her on it, the same sugary taste as before, and it isn't unpleasant. If you close your eyes, you can almost pretend you're eating pussy instead of sucking cock. But as Rose pushes herself past your teeth and to the back of your throat, that illusion proves short-lived. You gag around her, choking and sputtering. Drool runs freely down your chin.
"That's right-- suck it," she grunts. "suck it. Suck my fucking cock, you whore."
You can feel every vein, ridge, and curve of Rose's cock with your lolling tongue as she rapes your gagging throat. You can can feel the piss slit and the fat tube on the underside that cum would pump from, if it were real.
Rose runs her fingers through your hair, pulling you closer, burying your nose against her pubis. Her cock bends to the shape of your tightening, asphyxiating throat.
Is this what it felt like for her, when the roles were reversed?
You hate this -- you hate everything about it -- but at the same time you can't deny the spreading warmth in your chest, or the small pride you feel every time she sighs and moans.
All things considered-- being Rose's personal cocksucker is oddly satisfying.
She pulls away from your mouth. Your cheeks and lips smack lewdly as she does so, a streamer of saliva linking your mouth to her cockhead. She puts a pinky to her mouth and winks.
"Thanks for getting it ready," she says.
"W-what?"
The old terror comes back as Rose climbs onto the bed and circles around to your feet. You kick weakly at her, but for reasons you still can't understand, you put no force behind it. Rose slaps at your kicking legs, laughing cruelly. She grabs your ankles and slings them over her shoulder to pin them in place. Using her free hand, she reaches past the hem of your sundress and grips your panties.
"Stop--" you plead. "That's enough-- that's enough... s-stop..."
"Shut up," she says. "You want this. You're fucking ASKING for it... it's your fault for getting me so horny..."
With a single savage motion, she tears your slutty underwear away, shredding the fabric. The elastic band hangs uselessly around your waist, covering nothing.
Rose spreads your legs and scootches her butt forward, her glans poking at your asscrack. She hunches over you, her giant, soft tits smushing opporesively against your chest.
She kisses you, her mouth hanging open, and lets her intoxicating saliva flow into your waiting mouth. Swiping a strand of hair behind her ear, Rose murmurs tenderly, "I'm going to fuck you."
"N-no-- don't--"
"You're a man, aren't you? If you want me to stop, then stop me!"
She leans back and grabs a bottle of baby oil from the nightstand. Uncapping the lid, she dumps a generous amount over her dick and into the crack of your ass.
"Well?" she says. "If you don't stop me, that means you must want it."
"Rose..."
"I'm going to fuck away your manhood, Alabaster. You'll be my little sissy whore..."
Rose draws one of your legs up, holding it perpendicular to your body and grabbing it for support.
And then she surges forward, raping away your virginity forever.
"Ah--!!" you cry, choking on your pain.
She holds on tight as she humps herself into your quivering asshole. Inch by inch the cock disappears into your anus.
"Slut," she grunts through gritted teeth. "Little fucking faggot. You took it on the very first try. Don't pretend you didn't want it."
Rose gyrates her hips, burying herself to the hilt and riding out her own orgasm. Your anal muscles loosen and suddenly you feel a delicious tickling sensation from deep inside -- Rose's dick scraping against your prostate.
You can't help yourself. You moan, high pitched and girlish. Your precum leaves a huge, dark stain on the fabric of your sundress. The entire room stinks like cock now. You feel close to fainting.
Rose reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a short tube connected to a rubber bulb. She secures the open end of the tube to the base of her raping fuck-shaft, smiling evilly.
"What... what is that?" you ask, watching through slitted eyes.
"Mm, this is a deluxe model. It can ejaculate~"
Your breathing goes erratic and -- even though you don't have a pulse -- you can feel the flow of your blood increase. Your whole body feels warm.
"Of course," Rose says, "I would never cum inside you if you didn't want me to." She licks your face in one long, nasty motion. "That would be rape, after all."
You stifle a groan of frustration. Rose fucks herself in and out of you with a quickened pace, still hugging your leg for support.
"But--" Rose continues, panting with exertion, "if you asked me to... that would be a completely different story, wouldn't it?"
You whimper pathetically. Your ass stretches around her cock and produces lubrication of its own, like a little pussy. The head of Rose's dick rubs back and forth across your throbbing prostate, milking a steady stream of translucent precum from you. You wish you could reach down and jerk yourself off to a mind-breaking orgasm, but all you can do is lie there helplessly as Rose has her way with you.
Soon, all you can think about is the image of Rose emptying herself inside of you, pumping you full of her girlcum. You feel yourself losing your grip on sanity. You feel yourself surrendering to the violation.
You feel yourself becoming a girl.
"A-all right..." you say. "I-if that's what you want... c-cum inside of me..."
"Uggh!!" Rose cries in triumph. She squeezes the bulb, and you feel a surge of warm, viscous liquid pouring into your abused boy-pussy, washing over your twitching prostate. She howls, and her entire plump body trembles with her climax as she squeezes the bulb again and again. Her cum spurts into you like a dribbling hose.
When it's over, Rose pulls out of your ass with a sick squelch. A rivery deluge of thick white cream pours out after her. Your gaping ass oozes with her cum.
"Look at that," Rose sneers. "Forced to wear a dress, pumped full of jizz by a woman... and your dick is still so hard... you're a fucking mess. Absolutely pathetic."
"Please..." you beg, all of your pride and dignity destroyed. "Can you let me cum, too?"
"Welllll--" Rose puts a finger to her lips, pretending to mull it over. After a moment, she says: "since you've been such a good pet, I guess you deserve a reward."
You sigh with relief.
"But," she continues, "you have to ask the proper way." She tugs on her cock, smearing the cum and ass juices all over, making the fleshy shaft gleam in the sunlight. "You have to say: 'please let this pathetic cumdump piggy have an orgasm.'"
She stares at you, waiting for you to reply, stroking languidly on her still-leaking cock. Her enormous tits, wide hips, and hard, cummy cock -- she's like some ancient goddess of sexual pleasure gazing down at a puny mortal.
For now, for better or worse, you are Rose's plaything.
You swallow hard and close your eyes. "P-please-- please let this pathetic, c-cumdump piggy have an orgasm... please, mistress, please let your slave cum..."
She never told you to say that last part.
Rose claps her hands together and practically swoons she's so delighted. "Very, VERY good," she says. "For that, piggy gets to cum today."
Rose hikes your dress up and holds her mouth open over your twitching cock. She lets herself salivate freely, drenching your already well-lubricated dick with her drool. The sight of it is obscene and incredibly erotic but offers no relief.
She lets this continue for a minute, two, ten. You start to go out of your mind with need. She doesn't so much as lick you in that whole time-- she just lets the warm liquid flow over you, your shaft, your balls, you ass. And you really are a mess: a squirming, fucked-out, wet, lewd mess.
Finally Rose takes you in her mouth, raking her searing hot tongue over the head.
You cum almost immediately, your ass clenching, feeling oddly empty. You blast your cum into Rose's mouth in burst after deliciously agonizing burst. Her eyes bulge, but she doesn't pull away until you finish emptying yourself inside her of her completely.
When she pulls back, she licks her chops. "Good piggy," she says. "You're such a darling cunt, Alabaster."