Becoming addicted

Over the next week, Damien fucked Mrs. Mason daily, and gave her an injection post orgasm of ‘black bitch’ and then fucked her again. Her body became adjusted and addicted to the feeling of sex while high, and she began to ask for it beforehand.

It wasn’t until the following Monday, two weeks after she had been fucked into oblivion for the first time while high, that she felt the need to ask what it was he was giving her.

The only reason that she felt the need to ask, was because her body was feeling the need of it. The weekend had been miserable for her, she felt sick, weak, and craving the feeling of Damien’s drug.

On Monday, she came to the house after school and barged in without knocking.

Damien was there going over numbers with Eddie when Mrs. Mason made her big entrance. She looked terrible.

“What did you give me!?” She shrieked.

“Calm down,” Damien stated. It was finally time.

“Fuck you Damien! What have you been giving me!? My body is fucked... please just tell me...”

“I gave you ‘black bitch.’ I told you already.

“What the proverbial fuck is black bitch Damien. Spit it the fuck out!”

“Language Jennifer.” Damien sat back. “Black Bitch is heroin.”

Jennifer lunged at Damien, her nails going for his eyes...or they would have, if Damien hasn’t caught her forehead in his palm as she leaped forward and threw her across the room and onto the couch. Jennifer’s head rocked a bit after she landed, clearly stunned.

“I can’t have you attacking me Jennifer. I never gave you anything you didn’t ask for, and you know it.”

Jennifer began crying. “Give me more... I need more... make the pain go away... please...”

Damien sighed. “I can’t trust you anymore Jennifer, so our fling needs to stop. If you want more, you’ll have to pay.”

Jennifer cried in frustration and anger.

“You fucking asshole! You’re pathetic! I fucking hate you and what you did to me! Give me the fucking heroin!”

“Keep talking like you are and our business is done. I will also blacklist you. No one will sell to you. Maybe that’s what you want eh? Your hubby can take you to a rehab center, although you will probably lose your job. Though you may need to explain how you got addicted to heroin in the first place.”

Jennifer stared at him. Finally, she broke and began sobbing. Seeing a middle aged Vice-principal addicted to heroin and under his control had him hard in seconds.

“Our fling is over. No free anything anymore. If you have no money you can pay like Mrs. Jacobs does.”

Mrs. Mason was pale in the corner of the room as she came to grips with her new reality. Finally, another bit of her broke.

“I’ll pay with my body.”

“With your body? Fuck your body. You’ll pay with your ass. Heroin isn’t cheap.”

“Fine..I’ll...I’ll pay with my ass.” She was crying. “Just please give me more. I hurt so much.”

“After I’m done whore. Bend over my office desk.”

Jennifer stood and bent over the office desk. As recently as Friday, Damien had fucked her pussy and filled it with his thick cum in this same spot while she rode the high of black tar heroin.

Today, he thrust his thick and long cock into her asshole and used her savagely. Jennifer cried and grunted as Damien used her ass.

Perhaps it was because Damien used Barely any lube, or perhaps it was because her body already ached, but as Damien used her asshole in a rougher fashion that he ever had, she was fairly certain that his dick was harder and therefore longer than she had ever felt it.

Damien fucked Jennifer up her whore ass for a good 30 minutes, slapping her ass periodically to spur an extra wave of tightness while his balls slapped her unused vagina repeatedly.

When he came, Damien filled her asshole up, a trail of cum building a bridge from his cock to her sore and red asshole.

Step two of her breaking had been achieved.