Oh! Hello! Happy holidays to you all. We're saying goodbye to another year, and I begin 2025 with an apology. I did not deliver you Kayla 3. Therefore, I will address that elephant first.
I've had a bit of a mental block on that story for a while, and haven't quite nailed it down. In the meantime, I have not been idle.
I'm dropping this post for two reasons. First, to assure you I am still kicking and putting in work. Second, to share with you what's coming next. Set some time aside. It's a big one.
Some months ago, after finishing up The Generosity of Neighbors, I wanted to write you a short story. It didn't go as planned.
Instead, I got a bit attached to the main character, Tina. I also began thinking about her coworkers, Charlotte and Katie. This thinking led to more thinking, and that short story just kept growing.
What's come of it is the next erotic epic (or Erotikepic, if you will). You can think of this massive tale as Cheerloathing meets Love, Lust, and Erin, with a dash of Korrupting Kayla. That is to say, it's big, it's dirty, and very character-focused.
I like to write basically whatever things I get into, sticking to a few common elements. With this one, I wanted to get back to the original formula with elements that made for great stories like The Second Place Sister. As such, you'll be treated to a lot of girls dominating girls, incest, some loving family storylines alongside families that are anything but, and transformational character arcs.
I'll be doing a series of posts leading up to the release of this book. Right now, expect it to drop in early January. Each post will be an introduction to one of our three main characters: Tina, Katie, and Charlotte. In this one, you'll meet Charlotte, my personal favorite slutty cast member. As a (relatively) good person but a very bad girl, she takes some inspiration from Lucy of Gooner Girl.
Charlotte: The Rape Slut
Charlotte and her older sister, Samantha, are girls from an abusive and broken home. Their divorced father, a verbally abusive alcoholic, has driven his daughters away. While Samantha takes up stripping, Charlotte is more of a directionless drifter. Plagued by feelings of worthlessness and an overactive sex drive, she's taken on a nihilistic view of the world.
A defining trauma has created a decidedly unhealthy relationship between her and Samantha. Two men, whom Samantha brought home from her club, violated Charlotte while her sister was forced to watch. This unresolved traumatic event has now led to the two of them continually attempting to "recreate" the mix of emotions they felt that night. Charlotte is a constant victim, placing herself in vulnerable situations. Samantha is the observer, turned on by her sister's degradation and abuse.
Someone else has now learned about their secret. They're blackmailing Charlotte, feeding her need to be used, and cataloging the entire ordeal. They've invaded her and Samantha's life, filling their apartment with cameras, and are sharing their domination over her in a private community called My Favorite Rape Hole.
Who are these mysterious tormenters? Can Charlotte and Samantha escape? Do they even want to? Find out in the upcoming mega-novel, Controlled Descent.
Chapter 43: Damaged Goods
Charlotte had never experienced such total degradation. She'd been kidnapped, stripped, and made to serve as a literal hole for the sole purpose of extracting semen from strangers. Afterward, she'd been raped three times. It had been the hottest night of her life, but it had also been soured.
As she entered the apartment, stripping off her skirt and panties, she was miffed. She sat on the living room couch and spread her legs for the camera, at the same time folding her arms in a show of defiance. It was the only way she could think of to express her displeasure to the man and his friends.
She was conscious of how fucked up it was to be angry at a group of rapists. However, she was angry. She felt violated, and not in a good way. All this time, she'd believed she was special. There was an understanding. She was their sexy victim, always available for a good raping. She complied with the blackmail demands, struggled when they took her, and gave in to her basest desires for their pleasure.
She'd believed that made her special, a one-of-a-kind rape hole. Their favorite rape hole. The knowledge that she was only one rape hole among an unknown number of rape holes was what made her angry. She felt cheated on.
"What's your bitch?" Samantha asked as Charlotte spread her aroused twat for the camera.
Charlotte gave the camera the finger, which she then pushed up her cunt.
"I'm a weird fucking slut," she grumbled. "A really weird fucking slut."
"Okay? Are you masturbating?"
"Yes," Charlotte snapped.
"Isn't that against your rules?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to cum?"
"I don't know."
"Won't they release that website to the public if you do?"
"Probably."
"And you don't care?"
"Fuck them," Charlotte shouted at the camera.
"You want me to lick your cunt?" Samantha asked.
"No."
Samantha rolled her eyes. "You're a weird slut."
Charlotte pulled her sticky finger from her cunt and wiped it on Samantha's face.
"You wanna talk about it?" Samantha asked. "Looks like you got totally used last night. I watched the video."
"There's a video?"
"Yeah. You didn't look?"
"No. I just assumed… none of them were at the party. I haven't logged in all day."
"Well, there's a video. A good one."
"I'm not watching it," Charlotte grumbled and crossed her arms over her tits again.
"I probably will again. Jizz Junkie."
Charlotte blushed. "Those fuckers are raping other girls," she finally blurted. "The guys at the party said they bring a suck slut over every night and leave her like that."
Samantha cocked her head. "And you're jealous?"
"No." Charlotte pouted.
"You're jealous."
"Am not."
"That's fucked up. You are a weird slut."
"I know. It's just… he said I'm his favorite rape hole. How am I supposed to feel?"
"He said favorite rape hole, not his only rape hole. How does that work? How are you jealous that a gang of rapists are raping other girls, too?"
"Do you have a cigarette?"
"I don't smoke. Neither do you."
"I feel like I should."
"You shouldn't."
Charlotte pushed her finger up her cunt again and asked, "Am I not fun to rape? I mean, I kick and I scream. I'm here literally every night, just waiting for someone to break in. Why don't they just come here and abuse me?"
Samantha put her arm around her sister and said, "Dudes need variety. Even rapists. Don't take it personally, girl. You are fun to rape. You're like the best rape doll a guy could ask for. Nice big tits, hot ass, tight little cunt. You don't try to bite when they want head, you cry a little bit, and you always give in and cum for them. Hell, you even drink that sperm bottle every day. Even I'm not enough of a whore to do that. What's not to love?"
"Exactly my point," Charlotte muttered. "Why have a side rape hole, when you have a perfectly good one as fucked in the head as me?"
"I don't know," Samantha said, kissing her head. "Why don't you ask?"
"Nah. That makes it feel like we have a relationship. Who the fuck wants that? I don't want them to fucking care about me."
"You can't have it both ways, Charlotte. You do want them to care about you, apparently. You're pissed because they aren't considering your feelings, but you also don't want them to consider your feelings. They aren't considering them, which is what a good rapist is supposed to do. Right?"
"Yeah. I'm fucking weird."
"You want them to rape you and leave flowers?"
"No. I want them to rape me and leave my cunt stuffed with used condoms, then post a photo of it on my Instashare Page." She sank into the couch with a sigh. "Romance is dead."
"I could duct tape your head to the wall of that glory hole on 5th. We haven't done that for a while."
"My fucking jaw is still aching from last night."
"I'll strip you naked and leave the door open while I sit in the corner and finger myself."
Charlotte hugged her around the neck.
"That's sweet," she said. "I'm just not in the mood."
Samantha stroked her hair kindly in silence for a moment. Then everything changed as her sister turned the calming stroke into a painful tug.
"Ow! Fuck!" Charlotte cried.
Samantha launched herself off the couch, dragging her sister with her with one hand on her collar and the other in her hair.
"Christ! What the fuck?" Charlotte screamed.
Samantha kicked open the door to her room and wrestled Charlotte onto the bed, straddling her chest and sliding her wrists into the ever-present restraints on the headboard. With her sister tied, Samantha smothered her face with her cunt.
"Lick it, bitch," she commanded. "Lick it you fucking dyke."
Charlotte groaned and began to lick.
"Maybe you fucking forgot," Samantha snapped. "Your feelings don't matter. You're a rape slut. You think anyone wants to hear your bullshit? Fuck you. You're a set of squeeze toys and wet holes for other people to have fun with."
She jammed her cunt violently against Charlotte's face. Her sister gradually stopped kicking and submissively licked as Samantha ground her pussy against her face. Samantha, however, wasn't finished reminding Charlotte of her place.
She dismounted and opened the nightstand, fishing inside. Charlotte, heaving in breath, shook her head emphatically.
"No!" she gasped out. "Sam, no!"
Samantha produced a fat rubber cock, a swirl of purple and blue in the shape of a horse dick, over a foot long. The flared head tapered off, before widening further down, the proportions becoming ridiculous.
"You remember Big Ben?" Samantha asked, waving the huge toy.
Charlotte tugged at the restraints and kicked her legs in real fear. She did remember Big Ben, and she did not like Big Ben. The giant toy was a cunt destroyer, and the only time Charlotte had taken it, she'd barely been able to walk the next day.
"Don't! Please! Fuck my face again," Charlotte pleaded, wiggling her tongue. "The strap-on! You can put it up my ass! Come on, Sam!"
"This will help," Samantha said and pushed a padded bit between Charlotte's teeth.
Charlotte bit down but continued to mumble protests and kick her legs, while Samantha knelt between them. Charlotte aimed a kick at her sister's back from an awkward angle. In retaliation, Samantha smacked the fat toy against Charlotte's cunt.
"Gah!" Charlotte cried.
"Your scared little eyes say no, but your pretty little rape hole says yes," Samantha said, placing the fat knob against Charlotte's cunt.
Charlotte shook her head again. Samantha fitted the toy at Charlotte's entrance and pushed.
"Ugh! Mm, mm!" Charlotte pleaded, tossing her head.
She bit down hard on the bit and let out a long groan of displeasure as Samantha widened her cunt with the flared head of the toy. Charlotte's breath came in short, hard puffs as tears welled in her eyes. The big head popped inside of her, sending an involuntary spasm through her body.
"Look at you all sloppy and wet for Ben," Samantha said. "And here I thought you really didn't want him to wreck your cunt."
Charlotte's eyes rolled up in her head as she pumped her hips, forcing the length of the toy deeper. Its progress was slow and painful as Samantha kept pressure on it, driving the widening shaft into Charlotte's pussy. The tears in Charlotte's eyes broke and rolled down her cheeks, her carnal grunts filling the bedroom. Finally, the toy's progress stopped, stymied by the depth of Charlotte's insides.
"Shame," Samantha said. "You only got ten inches."
She slid the toy back, and as it did, Charlotte's cries through the gag increased. The flared knob felt as if it was pulling her insides out with it. Once the back of the crown hit her entrance, Samantha reversed it once more, pushing the shaft back into Charlotte's depths.
As this continued, Charlotte's mind shut off. She stopped thinking and sank into that dark space where every rape took her. The fear, the pain, the feeling of being used like an object, all dulled her thoughts. It was escape.
She had no choice, nothing to truly worry about. Whatever happened would happen, and none of it was her fault now. She was powerless, at the mercy of another, and merely a toy for them to do what they pleased with.
Those feelings, that loss of self and agency, made her body react, producing a wet flow of girl cum that eased the pain. As it dulled, the pleasure began to take over. None of it was her fault. She could give in now. Her pussy took over, pumping back against the toy as the pleasure built.
"Let it go, you dumb slut," Samantha hissed. "Look at you. You're like a sexy little animal, all wet and needy. You're not even a fucking person, are you? As soon as someone shoves something up your cunt, you're creaming the bed. Let it out, rape hole. You can do it."
Charlotte's legs had stopped kicking in protest some time ago. Now they quaked with the build-up of pleasure, the release that was coming. Samantha held the fat toy inside of her, letting Charlotte fuck herself on it. Her hips rose and fell, following her animal need to get the release.
When it came, it was a consuming mind fire, followed by wave after wave of emotion. She was a slut. She was disgusting. It was always this way, the pleasure trailed by the self-loathing, the shame, the admission that she was damaged and worthless for anything but this. No one but another damaged slut like Samantha could ever see her as anything but a sexy shell to jerk off with.
Samantha pulled the huge toy from her cunt and tossed it off the bed. The sudden emptiness made Charlotte shudder as she cried. The pleasure burned away, leaving only the guilt and the shame. Her sister unsnapped the restraints.
Charlotte curled into a ball and sobbed, while Samantha slid in behind her, wrapping her arms around her and burying her face in her hair.
"There you go," she said soothingly, kissing Charlotte's neck. "That's what you needed, right?"
Charlotte nodded, as she wiped the tears away, but more of them just kept coming.
"I'm… such a… weird slut," she said through the sobs.
"That makes two of us, babe," Samantha said.
