The day you think you've fallen in love is the day your world starts to crumble beneath your feet. You put your trust into someone, show them intimate parts of yourself, and then they throw you away like you never meant anything at all. After they've used you up, they couldn't care less about what happens to you afterwards. Even if you started to crash and burn all on your own, that person who said they loved you every single day takes pleasure in watching you fall. He watched me bury myself six feet under, and then helped.
That was me in a lone paragraph. I fell in love, and now I was falling apart.
It all started about two summers ago, when this cute boy named Ryan messaged me on Instagram. Calling this boy "good looking" was an understatement, and a big one. Those long blonde locks made my knees quiver in the most unexpected of ways, and those blue eyes were the type to auto-soak my panties, but I was leaving him on Instagram. Even if he was entirely my type, the fact of the matter was that he was online and I was probably never going to meet him. At most, we were just going to be friends. And was the plan. Originally, at least.
A few months swirled by and I was talking to Ryan every day of the week. He made me smile, laugh, and feel good about myself when nobody else seemed to care about me. I had a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and food on my stomach, but where did all that come from? The two people that were barely in my life. It all felt worthless. Ryan gave me something to hold onto, and in so many ways, I guess that yearning for care and attention turned into love for him. I fell in love with the guy I only ever wanted to be friends with.
I guess it all really started midway through June of that first summer, after I'd been "dating" Ryan for a little over three months. When my brother wasn't home, Ryan and I would always talk on the phone. If he was, then we just texted back and forth all day. That day was no different, either. My brother, Trevor, was out with his girlfriend and probably doing the deed with her while I was on the phone with Ryan. I was rambling about a fight that a friend of mine got into with her boyfriend when he interrupted me - little had I known how much that interruption would alter everything in my life.
Pulling at the ends of my freshly-dyed platinum white hair, I lied on the couch with my phone glued to the right side of my face. "Sierra didn't even do anything. She was just talking to the guy at the party and he got all jealous. I me-"
"Sorry to interrupt, Erin." his cough echoed through the other side. "But I'm like rock hard right now, babe. Think you can help a dude out?"
My eyes dropped and watch my legs slowly spread themselves open underneath my skirt, exposing my bare pussy to the cool living room air. "Sure, I guess. Do you want me to cum for you like last night?"
Ryan cleared his throat. "What about doing something a little different? Remember how I said I was really into exhibitionism? I was thinking maybe you could go to the alley next to that creepy house you were talking about and finger that tight little pussy for me."
"Fuck no." I nearly laughed. "Do you have any idea how much trouble I would be in if I got caught?"
This hadn't been the first time Ryan asked me to do something off-the-wall, or even kinky. Like when he wanted to watch porn together, he sometimes sent videos of girls with big dogs fucking them or other videos of girls getting pissed on, and other times he sent links of completely normal porn of girls getting fucked in dressing rooms or some super public place that I would never attempt having sex in. I didn't judge his tastes because they were just kinks and fantasies, or so I really wanted to believe. In hindsight, I probably should've judged them a whole lot more.
"C'mon, babe. Please? All you have to do is play with yourself on that video chatting app." he pleaded. "I wish you could see me get off with you, but you know that my phone's cam doesn't work at all."
"What if I get caught, though?" I leaned forward and looked through the window to find the neighborhood almost completely dead on the other side. "The police might get involved and my parents would probably kick me out to save face."
"If that happens, then just run away and come live with me." Ryan laughed. "So, are you willing to show me that pretty little pussy under the sun?"
Ryan had told me months ago that the webcam on his phone started acting up and then crapped out on him all together. After I asked him why he didn't just get a new phone or use a webcam on a computer, he opened up to me and told me about how his family couldn't really afford a new phone or computer. They were barely keeping themselves afloat as it was with just food and bills, that anything extra was impossible. I offered several times to buy him a new phone or computer with the retarded amounts of money my parents left me with every day, but vehemently rejected anything I offered every time.
It was apparently enough for him to have me in his life. Everything he told me made sense, and the fact that he rejected the money I offered him only served to further confirm that he was telling the truth. Even if I couldn't understand what that life was like, I understood his point of view, and that was all that mattered to me. It didn't matter if he was hurting for money or didn't have a webcam, I loved him and that was enough for me. If all Ryan needed was me in his life, then he was all I needed. Oh, how naive I was
"Fine, but only once." I submitted. "I'll call you when I get there, okay?"
"'Kay." the call was ended by him on that lone word as I turned off my screen and sat up.
Standing up, I made my way around the couch and stood in front of the mirror. In the reflection, I found my lithe frame looking back at me. I was always the tiny girl growing up. No matter how much I ate, I would never get that meat on my bones. Even then, at eighteen years old, I never seemed to gain any weight. While all of the girls I knew sprouted a nice pair of boobs and a butt worth looking at, I was left to be the picture definition of thin. I mean, it wasn't like guys found that unattractive, I guess it was just a case of me wanting what I couldn't have.
Underneath my hair was a too-small, thin tank top that stopped halfway down my stomach to reveal a flat stomach. Sitting right at my waist was an equally flimsy skirt that was probably much too short to wear outside, but ended up being perfect for what Ryan wanted me to do. Spinning away from the mirror, something of a nervous smile fell across my face as I threw the door open and slipped on a pair of flip-flops before shutting it behind me. Maybe it was the fact that he was asking me, his girlfriend, to do something that really turned him on. It made me feel, I don't know, proud? Wanted?
Before I knew it, I was passing that creepy Victorian house that nobody ever seemed to be in and was met with the right turn that led down a short, gated alley. Why it was even there? I had no clue. All I knew was that it was about to serve a purpose for me. Carefully setting my phone down on the warm afternoon concrete, I slipped my thumbs underneath the strings of the tank top and pulled it off, leaving me topless for anyone to see in that summer air. My skirt just as quickly followed my top to the ground, inches to the right of where I set my phone.
Ryan hadn't asked me to strip for him, but if I was going to masturbate outside and the risk of getting caught was the same, then what was the problem adding a few extra spices to the pot? At the end of the day, all I was trying to do was pleasure my boyfriend in the best way I could. Since I couldn't physically fuck him or touch him, the most I could do was make sure that I had a part in helping him get off. I would've done anything for Ryan, murder aside. The boy I met online so many months ago had become my obsession, and if playing with my pussy outdoors kept him happy with me and not lusting after other girls, then I would do it.
Picking up the phone with my left hand, I opened the app and started the call as I set the front-facing camera in front of my pussy. The call was answered, but all that came up was a black screen and the small reflection of my pussy at the top right corner of the screen. Right away, a light gasp fell through the speaker as a hushed slapping sound sat behind it. A quiet second passed while I aired out my jitters, a moment that allowed me to drop my middle finger to my waiting twat. A pussy that was slowly dampening all on its own without even touching it.
"Fuck." he growled, that rare sexy rasp in his voice made its presence known. "Why is every part of you so damn perfect?"
The rest of my fingers followed my middle finger to the center of my pussy, where they began to slowly move in wide, slow circles. Stroking like the hands of a clock, they went around and around as I gave Ryan what he wanted - and more. I was saying that I was giving him what he wanted, but if I was being honest, I wasn't feeling too bad myself. The sounds of moisture that came from the phone only served to help those jolts of pleasure spread through me like lightning in the sky.
An accidental moan escaped my lips as my eyes fell to the screen. "I really wish this was you instead of my fingers." A pair of fingers wormed their way closer to a pussy that was waiting to be fucked raw by anything willing, and those fingers of mine were more than obliged to do just that. "How many do you want me to put inside?"
"How about yo-"
My focus immediately left his voice behind as the sound of faint double-clicking and the refraction of sunlight hit the corner of my eye. Without a second thought, my head shot to my right where my eyes were met with the sight of single person pointing a camera right at my nude body. The person who took the pictures of me was a boy who lived a few houses down from me and was a year ahead of me at Oregon. Outside of a pair of pretty eyes, there was nothing redeemable about him. He was the real-world version of Napoleon Dynamite, from his hair and all the way down to his shoes.
"Hey!" I softly shouted at him, both dropping my phone and covering myself up as I tried to approach him without going too far out.
That is, until he turned around and ran off in full Michael Cera-mode, way faster than any grown boy should've been able to run. Unsure of what to do next, I picked up my phone and ended the call with Ryan. Flying to my clothes, I threw them back on as quickly as I could and ran back to my house, giving no thought to Ryan or anyone else. All I knew was that I was confused and wanted to get home, as though being inside would help me solve something - you know, like thinking of how to explain to my parents how nude photos of me ended up on the internet. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that was the first place they were heading.
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Alone in my room, I found myself pacing back and forth wondering what it was I should've done. The first thought that came to my mind was telling my parents before it became anything more, even if that meant being embarrassed into oblivion. But what if that meant I had to tell them about Ryan? Would they make me leave him because of what happened? The only other thing I could think of was actually going over to his house and try to scare him into deleting them, or maybe making some kind of deal with him. Maybe he was just going to use them to jack off and never show them to anyone.
Heh. As if I was going to be that lucky.
Sitting down on my bed, I hesitantly raised the brightened screen of my phone into my line of sight with the sole intent of calling my mom, who I was hoping would've been more understanding than my dad. But just as I brought up the dialpad on my phone, a ReChat message from an anonymous account named JohnTheAnon666 popped up at the top of my screen. Unsure and carrying a sneaking suspicion that I knew who the message was from, I tapped the message and waited for the app to open.
JohnTheAnon666
HEY. ANSWER THIS MESSAGE NOW, OR YOU'LL REGRET IT, BITCH.
Eri-tan
what do you want?
JohnTheAnon666
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COME OVER, OR ALL OF THESE PICTURES GET SENT TO YOUR FRIENDS AND UPLOADED ON THE INTERNET. WE'LL EVEN BE SURE TO MAKE IT A POINT TO SHOW YOUR PARENTS WHAT A DIRTY LITTLE WHORE YOU ARE. YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ADDRESS, CUNT. YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES OR THE WHOLE WORLD WILL BE SEEING YOU TOUCHING THAT SLUT PUSSY.
Eri-tan
fine.
UserEri-tan has accepted your friend request. : )
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Seeing those pictures only confirmed what I knew was going to come. He was planning to blackmail me into what I could only assume was going to be sex, but if having sex with a nerd like him few times was going to keep those pictures in the dark, then I was going to do it. I mean, he had to be a virgin, right? He would probably cum in around a minute and if that was it, screwing him would've been easy. That was assuming he even wanted sex to begin with. Sex was my first thought because of how he looked, but he could've easily been more innocent than I was giving him credit for. That being said, if I was right, he wasn't going to be the only one losing his virginity.
I turned my phone screen off and left my room, which soon turned into me leaving through the front door and to Jarrett's house. Jarrett was a loser, a geek, a nerd. Like I said before, he was a real-life Napoleon Dynamite from his head all the way down to his toes. He epitomized those words, down to the very syllable. Even so, I always felt kind of sorry for him and his twin brother to a certain degree. They were both stereotypically, unfairly treated like garbage for how they looked and absolutely nothing more.
Before I could even raise my hand to knock on the door, it was thrown open by Jarrett, who looked somewhat shaken himself. He motioned me inside, and even if I hadn't wanted to, I took a trepidatious step through the doorway and into their faintly lit house. It was full of various things from what I could see, yet it somehow felt empty, like there wasn't a soul in that house. Just tons of dusty, vintage garbage.
Jarrett cleared his throat, and pointed up. "My room."
I glued myself to the floor. "Fuck you. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what you want out of this."
It wasn't until his eyes widened that I realized someone else was behind me, and it was right at that moment that my head was ripped back by my hair, leaving me staring that roof - along with the outside edge of ginger bangs. "You aren't making the fuckin' rules here, bitch. Now, walk up the stairs with us before everyone has the pleasure of seeing those pictures of you."
Fringing on tears, Jarrett had been the one to catch my glare as I was carefully pushed forward and guided up the stairs in front of me. As I was being guided up the stairs, a hand curved around my chest and let its fingertips bury themselves into my left breast with zero delicacy. Finally reaching the top of the stairs, he turned me to the right and forced me down the hallway before taking another right into a bedroom filled with anime and band posters, along with a few figurines randomly placed around the room.
He kicked the back of my legs, sending me to my knees as he finally stepped in front of me. "Here's the deal, Erin. You're gonna do whatever we want until we're bored with you. Got it?"
The only thing I could do at that moment was decide if my parents and everyone else knowing about what I did was better than essentially being a slave to two boys. I chose the latter with a nod. Even if it meant being a sex toy, it was better than everyone knowing what I did to end up in this situation. If all I had to do was listen to their orders for however long they would be entertained by me, then it was better than being judged for the rest of my life for one mistake. That was what I thought, at least. A thought that turned out to be terribly wrong.
"Get naked, whore."
"...Fuck yo-"
Before I even realized what happened, a flash of white flew across my sight, where I found myself leaning against his mattress with a throbbing on my cheek. Nathan, Jarrett's brother, had smacked me out of my mind and sent me into his older brother's bed. As I tried to push myself back upright, I was torn up from the ground by my arm as the bottom of my top went up with me. Left topless, Nathan ripped my skirt down my thighs before lifting me and puling it all the way off my legs.
Nathan forced me back onto me knees and pointed me towards Jarrett, whose erection was more than obvious from the inside of his sweats. He looked at his brother, smiling. "Aren't you happy, man? Isn't Erin Lawler the girl you've been jerkin' it to for forever? Then hurry up and get your fuckin' pants off." Nathan looked down to me and then knelt to my ear. "Feel honored, bitch. You're about to take my brother's v-card."
Jarrett stood still, hesitating as his thumbs sat inside the band of the sweats around his waist. Instead of waiting for him to do it, Nathan let me go and stormed over to his brother, where he ripped his sweats down to his ankles and watched as his stiff penis flew out. Aimed right at me, Nathan shoved Jarrett right into me, where his dick caught the corner of my lip before sliding along my cheek. Jarrett was obviously clueless, unlike Nathan which was something I found bizarre as he was even worse looking than Jarrett himself.
"J, just do whatever feels right to you, man. You can practice on the girl you've been into for forever all you want now."
A short moment of silence came before Jarrett did the best impression of his brother and pulled me up by my hair as he lined his penis up with my mouth. I hadn't realized how big Jarrett was until his cock was pointed right in between my eyes. He was only a good six inches, but it was the girth that scared me quite a bit, barely thinner than my own forearm. I wasn't the least bit sure it would fit in my mouth, but that theory was proven wrong as he pried my lips apart with the glowing red head of his cock and drove it past my teeth.
Jarrett paused with a quarter of his penis in my mouth as I physically felt his entire body shudder, but that was when his whole attitude changed from careful and hesitant all the way to something I never thought he was capable of being. As his shuddering faded, another flash of white came over my eyes before I realized his entire cock was buried in my throat, leaving me fighting back the vomit that wanted to come back with it. Jarrett pulled his cock back to my teeth just before slamming all six inches balls deep down my throat, but this time the vomit came up and flooded out around his penis.
My head was now being ripped up and down his cock, uncaring of the puke spilling all over me, his dick, and the carpet. All he cared about was fucking my throat. That is, until he paused with the stiffening of his cock, where he pulled it free from my mouth and pointed it right at my face. Before my puke-flooded brain could catch up with what he was doing or why he was stroking his cock, my sight was layered in his cum, all while vomit was still freely dripped from my chin.
Just as I wiped the cum off of my eyes, I was kicked into the frame of his mattress.
"Did I say you could take his cum off your face, whore?" Nathan picked me up from the ground again, but instead of setting me on my knees like he'd done every other time, he bent me over the mattress. "I'll save her pussy for you J, because I'm a good brother, but I'm gonna rip this asshole apart. Watch closely man, this is how you break a bitch in."
Right as Nathan stopped talking, the only sound in the room was Nathan spitting. That moisture was the first thing to touch my asshole as he jabbed a finger into it. This was when everything started becoming very, very real. That I was about to essentially be raped out of my virginity and there was nothing I could do about it unless I wanted everyone to know what I did. I was brought back into reality moments later as his index finger drilled its full length into me - the first thing to ever drill its full length into either hole down south.
"Nathan, please stop. I'll suck your dicks, but please just leave sex out of this. Please don't, I'll do anything else."
At that moment, a reason for optimism came as Nathan pulled his finger out of my ass. A part of me thought they had come to their senses and were backing out of what they were about to do, but that optimism all but vanished when a searing heat pressed against my asshole. That heat began to pulse just as it touched me, slowly pressing into what it so badly wanted. Nathan lightly thrusted forward and pushed the tip of his cock into my asshole, a tip that soon became the entire head of his penis. His shaky breaths fell onto my ear, where the pulsing of his dick only grew as he forced himself deeper into me.
The moment the head of his cock popped all of itself into my ass, he rammed his lubeless cock all the way into me until his balls slapped my bared pussy.
"Fucmmmphhhh!" I painfully screeched into his palm.
"Hurts, huh? Show me more of those tears, bitch." Nathan pulled his hips back and thrusted forward again. "This is just a fraction of what you rich cunts put guys like me through. I'd say it's time for revenge."
Nathan violently thrusted into me a third and fourth time before a fist slammed into my rib cage. Gasping for air behind his palm, he pulled it away from my mouth and brought both of his hands around my throat. As his fingers began to tense around my throat, the speed and intensity of every thrust he pierced me with began to grow, the sound of colliding skin beginning to echo through the room as his shallow breaths started to become more and more gravely.
Ferociously, Nathan took my hair into his balled up right fist and smashed my face into the mattress while the length of his cock brutally reamed its way through my virgin insides like a battering ram. His anger, his rage, he made his feelings known not through words, but through the violent theft of my anal virginity. The weight of his twenty year old chest fell onto my back as his hips still continued to thrust into me over and over again, all creating the foundation for the cock faintly throbbing in my asshole.
"Christ, I hope Jarrett knocks you up so everyone knows what a cheap whore you really are." Nathan whispered in my ear. "Then the she'll follow in mommy's footsteps. A fucking sextoy to rape right next to her mommy."
With those quiet whispers into my ear, Nathan gave me a final, violent thrust deep into my ass as his orgasm painted the walls of my anal cavity. Several moments passed while I lied underneath the fatigued twenty-something, his penis still occasionally leaking the remnants of his cum as he shrunk within me. As his breathing began to even out, I could feel his semi-hard cock pull its way out of me, only to be met with something of a sadistic chuckle. Nathan yanked me back until my knees lied flat on his beige carpet before forcing me to me turn, where I was shown the sight of a slimy penis covered in a dark shade of red. Blood. My blood.
Nathan dragged my head right to his waist and then brought his slimy cock to the side of my face before dragging his bloodied penis along my cheek. "You ready, J?"
My eyes fell to my left, where Jarrett had seemed to lose all sense of hesitance that he held around me before as he toyed with his cock while leaning against their computer desk. He made no attempt at hiding his lust for me, his glazed over, primal eyes speaking volumes as they lied right on the bared mound right in between my legs. Without even realizing it, I found myself leaning backwards in an attempt to get away from them, only to be ripped back into Nathan's crotch all but a second later.
"You're both sick fucks." I growled, yanking myself away from his cock. "You need to be tortured to death like the worthless, scum losers you rea-"
My words, and consciousness for a lone moment, vanished with a heavy palm across the face that sent me flying back into their doorway. That was when I realized it, that he let me go, that I was free to run. And that was exactly what I did next. Spinning onto my toes, I planted them into the wooden floors and bolted forward down the hallway with no clue where I was going. I hadn't cared about what they did with those pictures anymore, I just needed to get out of there.
But as I sprinted down the hall of their home, my foot caught the ugly rug covering most of the old, dusty wood beneath my feet and found myself stumbling straight towards a door at full speed. Moments later, I crashed into and through a door before smashing into what felt like a bed frame, sending me right to the floor in a surprising amount of pain. Even while I rolled around like I had just been hit by an NFL linebacker, the horrendous scent of that room hadn't escaped my nostrils.
The source of that scent was answered right as I opened my eyes. Surrounding me were dead animals in various states of decay, but right as I hurriedly sat myself up, my eyes caught it sitting just around the edge of the bed. That bright orange hair and graying skin, that gravelly breathing, and those ever so faintly moving fingers, they all but enforced my worst fear. I slowly peeked around the bed and had that fear confirmed in the form of a pale woman likely nearing her sixties. I had no intention of sticking around to find out if she was still alive, though, that was what the police were for.
Darting back up and jumping away from that body as quickly as I could, I ran right for the doorway, only to be met with the chest of Nathan. With a grin, Nathan ripped me to him with my hair and set the blade of a hunting knife against my throat as he backed me into the door frame. Pressed against the frame of the door, I was shown a new angle into that bedroom, and it wasn't just dead animals or that one woman in that room. On the bed, lied three more nude corpses of girls that appeared to be younger than me, and near the window lied the corpses of two more twenty-somethings.
"That's too bad. I was only going to use those pictures to blackmail you for sex." Nathan nearly whispered, his volcanic breath brushing down my cheek. "Now if you tell anyone about this, I'll have to kill everything you've ever loved. Get it? If you keep your mouth shut and do what we say, everyone gets to stay alive.
Are we clear?"
