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callingmelili · 3 months

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A deal (part 2)

https://www.tumblr.com/callingmelili/740888816139796481/a-deal-part-2?source=share Part 1 here!!

Right where I am.

I can't believe he has the gall to tell me that, I don't think before bracing myself on the floor and forcing my shaking thighs to cooperate in lifting me off the damn dildo. However hard my cunt is gripping it, it's slick with my juices and I've almost managed to find my balance on my knees when Mark shows up on the doorway. He tilts his head to the side as he strides towards me. "Did I happen to stutter, Mia?"

"Fuck you." I spit out, moving to get a foot underneath myself. He's faster, thoguh, so much so that I don't realize what he plans to du until his hands have pushed me down by the shoulders, driving the dildo base-deep into my cunt again. A ragged moan escapes my throat as it bottoms out and mark laughs. "You could at least pretend you're not enjoying this. See how easy you are with just a little help?"

I struggle against his hold, but between my exhausted legs and his physical superiority, I simply can't overcome the strength with which he's got me impaled by the dildo. "Let me go! What the fuck, Mark? This wasn't part of our agreement!" I look up at him, the distance between our eyes seeming even larger than it even is. Mark is a tall man, much taller than me when I'm standing up and a veritable giant right now, as I kneel in front of him. "Hey! Are you even listening, let me go!"

His mouth stretches into a smile. "Oh, sorry." The strength with which he's pushing me down diminishes, and I take the opportunity to surge forward before wondering why he didn't take his hands off my shoulders completely.

"I- Ah!" In a second I find myself right back where I started, speared open and writhing on the floor. Mark pushed me back down, and in the same movement he came closer, when I glare up at him I find my nose knocking into his hard, clothed cock. "Mark!" I wish it sounded less like I'm begging him for something and more like I'm annoyed but it's the best I can do at the moment.

Mark only stares down at me for a second before he bursts into laughter, hands tight around my shoulders. "Oh, you should see your face right now. You would make a good thumbnail in a porn site Mia." He grins and releases one of my shoulders to pull his phone out. "Now, smile."

I definitely don't smile, but he grabs my hair and forces my head back before snapping the picture anyways. My eyes prickle with humiliated tears as the gesture forces my center of gravity to shift and I grind down into the dildo that is spreading me open. "You're not getting away with this, you asshole."

"Yeah, yeah. You know, you can't prove you sent me that last picture. And even all the others… have you considered the fact that I could report you for prostituting yourself? Tsk, you've been so bad? I'm sure no one is going to look kindly upon this, so why don't you fill your mouth with something before it gets you into even more trouble." He glances pointedly at his own pants and my mouth falls open in realization. "Hurry up, do you want to be reported for soliciting?"

"Oh-" This time a tear does slide out of the corner of my eye. "You were-- You were planning this."

He rolls his eyes at me. "Of course I was. You've never been very smart, I guess I should have expected that you wouldn't catch on." He unbuckles his belt and glances pointedly at his thick, long cock, the imprint of which I can see pressed to the fabric. "Get with the program, will you? This is embarrassing."

"I hate you, I'm not a whore," I say, but my hands seem to have already resigned themselves to what is going to happen and undo his fly before taking out his cock. Realistically I don't have another choice. Well, I do, but it means losing my career and my future. "Do you think I don't have pride? Or dignity?"

"I have a whole camera roll that says you don't." He grips himself and slaps my cheek with his length, leaving a sticky trail to my mouth. "Don't make me mad Mia. I have a lot of patience but this is getting ridiculous. Use that dignity and pride to suck me off properly."

This is happening. I can't help but thinking incredulously as I open my mouth. This is happening, and Mark has his phone ready to document every second I spend sucking him off. This is happening and I can't stop it, this is happening and I'm so wet.

"Oh, that's a good whore. You've got a well trained mouth, don't you?" He pushes in, holding me tight by the hair. I'd initially thought of drawing it out but Mark is relentless, pushing me down on his cock until it's hitting the back of my throat. It takes all my willpower to not gag around it and let it slide in further. "C'mon baby, relax." He pulls back a little and thrusts back in. I'm dimly aware of the phone pointed at my face. "Shake those hips, alright? It's going to feel good."

Again, he thrusts in, again and again and I refuse to move until he slaps my cheek, cock still stuffing my mouth. "I said fuck yourself on that dildo, Mia. Now." He returns to fucking my face, hard enough to make my eyes water as I start clumsily grinding back on the dildo, whining around his cock at the sensation of being filled on both ends. "You look good like that." He grins, the hand that remained on my shoulder finally moving over to my head. He grips my pigtails like handlebars. "I'm going to tell you how this is going to work, you're going to nod and suck and keep fucking yourself or there will be consequences, understood?"

Wetness runs down my cheeks as I nod, somehow it's only then that I manage to nail the movement that has the dildo in my cunt hitting just the right places. My head is fuzzy, all I can hear is the wet sounds of my holes being filled again and again and Mark's voice. "That's a good whore. I expect this after every class, got it? You'll come wearing no panties and with one of your holes stuffed, when everyone's gone you're going to sit under my desk and keep your mouth around my cock unless I tell you otherwise." My eyes widen, he has office hours after class. Not that many people come by but there's no doubt I'll be sucking his cock at the same time my peers ask for academic advice. "I like to think you know your place, so from now on you will be sending me a picture of you naked in the bathrooms at college before every class. Make sure to write on your tits the time and where you're going."

His thrusts grow erratic, as do mine. I've already come once and my oversensitive cunt is clinging to the dildo."Nhhhhh" Saying no is about as useful as saying yes.

"That's right baby." he strokes my cheek. "I have a lot of ideas but we're starting gradually. You brought this on yourself by cheating after all. If you're good this will be fun but I can also make it difficult. You wouldn't want to have to dye your hair blond or get those huge tits pierced, would you?"

I'm so close, I whine around him as my hips stutter on the dildo. "Or maybe yes?" He laughs. "How about getting your lips filled? Or huge whore eyelashes? You should have just told me you were into that. We'll work it out." He groans. "Fuck I'm close. Ha. Be a good cunt and come with me, won't you Mia? It might not be as easy for you to get any sort of orgasms in the future."

It's degrading, it's terrifying. One misstep and I'll lose my career and everything I've worked for anyways on top of people considering me a pervert. He is turning me into a thing for his own amusement and I'm about to orgasm from it.

I feel Mark pulsing in my mouth at the same time that my cunt clenches around the dildo, and I feel a rush of wetness between my legs that soaks the floor while I shake int he throes of the best orgasm I've ever had.

After it passes I am mindless, still speared into the dildo as Mark tucks his cock away and wraps something around my neck. Something rich and thick that smells like him. "Fucked the words out of your head, didn't I?" He leans down to grab my tongue from where it's hanging out from my mouth. i don't remember sticking it out. His fingers pinch the soft flesh and force me to turn my head to the side, towards my mirror and then I see.

I see a whore with her owner, sitting in a puddle of her own juices, a dildo deep inside her cunt and her hips still thrusting back onto it with pathetic, little aborted movements. Mark has his belt wrapped around my throat like a leash, he's fully dressed where I'm only wearing socks and he's holding my tongue outside of my mouth, making my facial expression a sort of slutty surprise that only grows more degrading when paired with my bare breasts and pigtails.

Mark turns to press a harsh kiss to my temple and releases my tongue before lifting his phone and aiming it at the mirror. "Smile if you like our new deal, Mia."

This time I do smile as the shutter clicks.

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dollfacechub65 · 1 year

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I didn’t write this, it was a Tumblr user called MollyPops. It’s so hot and I’ve cum to it so many times, thought y’all would like it too.

If MollyPops sees this, thank you and let me know if you want me to keep this up.

It had been just over two months since Wonder Woman had been captured. She had been investigating a new up and coming crime kingpin, Lester Sneed, and had woefully misjudged his power, influence, and skill. He had set up a trap perfectly for her, and when she sprung it, she ended up imprisoned in a dark cell at an unknown location less than an hour later.

Diana had gotten used to the routine of being captive. Once a day, four henchmen would visit her. Three of them held her still while the other injected her with a green liquid. She was positive that it was a serum that eliminated her incredible Amazonian strength, because even though on a regular day she would have no trouble dispatching four goons, in her current state, she was helplessly outmatched by them.

The only other activity her captors had for her was a daily hour and a half “interrogation” session. They would march her out of her prison and into a brightly lit room filled with all sorts of painful instruments. She would then be forced to endure their insidious torture; which her captors insisted would stop if she would swear allegiance to Lester and agree to be his top lieutenant.

Of course, Wonder Woman refused. She could handle the pain due to her unbreakable mental toughness and was also certain that they had no intention of killing her. Criminals always make mistakes. I’ve been in tight spots before and wriggled out of them. This time will be no different. I just have to be patient.

Over the last few days however, it seemed as though Lester had changed his strategy. He stopped having her interrogated and instead began to cease giving her food or water. She wasn’t sure what his play was, she’d need sustenance eventually if she was going to stay alive.

Masked henchman approached her cell and began spraying a foul smelling gas in her direction. She was confused as to what their plan was as she slipped into unconsciousness. When she came to, the men were gone. Scanning her cell, she noticed that a pink rod had been installed in one of the walls. Above it, words had been crudely carved out into the cement wall, GOOD GIRLS DRINK UP.

Wonder Woman was perplexed by this and moved closer to the rod to examine it. She was disgusted to discover that it was actually a thick rubber dildo. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it, and as soon as she did, a sticky pink liquid oozed out of the tip and onto her finger. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she tasted the goo. Her nose crinkled at the flavor, it was incredibly saccharine, almost nauseatingly so.

Diana could guess what Lester wanted, for her to debase herself and suck the fluid out of this dildo. Quietly annoyed, she marveled at his stupidity, she could just touch the thing and dispense the drink out onto her hand. Although she was no fan of the flavor, it had been four days since she had last drunk anything. Squeezing the dildo, she extracted more of the sweet pink goo and licked it up until she was satiated.

The long boring days continued, with Wonder Woman sparingly using the dildo to quench her thirst. After her fourth use, she noticed an odd effect of the liquid; it seemed to satisfy her hunger as well as her thirst. She wondered what the goo was composed of and made a mental note to acquire a sample to study when she escaped.

A week later, something frightening happened. When Diana squeezed the rubber for her nighttime snack, nothing came out. She panicked, quickly falling to her knees and examining the hole, wondering if it might be clogged. It seemed to be clear, but nothing she did with her hands would make it dispense what she needed. Heavens! They’ve decided to starve me out! It can’t end like this!

It was less of a thought and more of a survival reaction that she stuck out her tongue and licked the dildo. Instantly, the heavy sweet goo graced her tongue. She licked again, craving more. The dildo kept delivering, but it wasn’t enough. Wonder Woman began to wrap her lips around the rubber, but stopped herself, frowning. No! This is exactly what Sneed wants. I’m not going to give him the pleasure. She looked up at the words carved into the wall; doubt crept into her mind. I’m so thirsty though, I need to drink. Just a little bit, nothing too grotesque. Her mouth enveloped the head of the dildo and she sucked the pink elixir into her mouth and down her throat. After long minutes, Dianna lay down on the cold floor, content and at peace for the first time in days. She fell asleep, making a silent promise to herself to develop a plan for escape in the morning.

The next day Wonder Woman decided that if she was ever going to escape, she would need her strength back. Sucking down the pink liquid made her feel good and strong, so her first order of business was to drink as much as she could. She spent the first hour and a half of her day slurping on the dildo before falling into a peaceful sleep full of pink fluffy dreams. I need to rest, she thought as her eyelids closed, rest will give me the strength I need to get out of here.

Wonder Woman kept drinking from the dildo each day. She was determined to escape, but the goo never quite returned her to full strength. It was lucky for her that it tasted so good, she felt like she could guzzle gallons of the stuff at any time. After a week passed, the dildo stopped dispensing the liquid for two days. Diana turned into a mess, nearly going insane with terror. Were they starving her out? Would the sweet flavor ever slide down her throat again?

On the third day, she figured out that the dildo was actually working, but it would only spray out her treat if she took the rubber completely down her throat. It was difficult at first, Diana covered herself with her own drool and spit as she gagged, but eventually, she trained herself to relax her throat muscles. Her prize flowed freely and she was overjoyed, relieved to be able to drink again.

Another week passed, and Wonder Woman watched from her hands and knees as three men entered her cell. At first, she was afraid that they were going to take her away from her nourishment. Once the men explained that they were only there to fix her dildo however, her fear dissipated and she waited eagerly for the repairs to be made.

When they left, Diana discovered that she now had to press a button to make the machine work properly. The dildo had been fitted with a pneumatic pump that moved it back and forth in a steady motion. It was the only way that she was able to be fed her yummy cocktail, so she hungrily wrapped her lips around the dildo while it mechanically fucked her face. Her eyes were drawn to the writing on the wall above her, GOOD GIRLS DRINK UP. That was pretty much all she focused on lately, being a good girl and swallowing her medicine.

As her brain melted away, replaced little by little with the pink formula, Wonder Woman became less aware of what was happening around her. She didn’t notice when the dildo began shooting a salty white cream into her mouth instead of the sweet pink goo, nor did she realize that soon after, the dildo had been replaced by the rock hard cocks of Lester’s henchmen. All her consciousness could process was that good girls drank up, and she greedily opened her mouth to swallow whatever was put inside, desperate to be a good girl. Cum filled her mouth and covered her face as she begged for more…

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Wonder Dolly blankly stared up at Lester Sneed from her knees. As much as he had hoped that she would become his prized lieutenant, he enjoyed seeing her this way perhaps even more; a mindless drooling cockslave whose only reason for existence now was to be a cum receptacle for him and his men.

“Wonder Slut, I don’t know if you deserve my cock today,” he smiled at her cruelly, “I’m not sure if you’ve been a good girl lately.”

She whimpered and let a garble of unintelligible sounds spill from her lips. Speaking had become all but impossible for her now, her mouth was only good for one thing anymore. Lester contemplated if perhaps he had dumbed her down a little too much.

Nah, he thought as he grinned, I think she’s the best possible version of herself now.

“Ok you silly little bimbo, I’ll be nice to you I guess. Come on, drink up your dinner.”

The former paragon’s wet mouth slid over Lester’s cock, her tongue deftly swirling around the shaft. He groaned as he sat back in his lounge chair, wrapping the fingers of one hand through his slave’s hair as her head bobbed up and down. Her eyes were vacant as she slurped, the only thing left in her empty head would be burned there forever as a result of hours and hours of training.

Good girls drink up. 😈

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