Costume Party

I can only imagine with other guys thought as I walked out of Jordan’s room with him. My hair was a complete mess, my clothes were thrown on, and my makeup had run down my face.

When we got out to his car, enough out of earshot, I pled my case. “Jordan, you had your fun… you decided you didn’t want to be with me. Please, just-“

“Shut up. That was when you were a self-righteous feminist bitch,” he spat, his eyes narrow as he started the car. I couldn’t believe this was coming out of his mouth… I knew he was a little controlling, but he never said anything like that to me when we dated. “I have a golden opportunity here, so I’m doing things to you that I’ll probably never get to do again.”

I was silent, in complete disbelief. I wanted to fire back, but he seemed really pissed off. I didn’t want to give him any more reasons to get mean. Plus, he’d told me to shut up.

After a couple of minutes of silence, we arrived at a filthy little building with a big sign that read “Adult World.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He told me to wait in the car.

My imagination ran wild. Was he going to tie me up and whip me or something??

He came out with a pretty big bag, grinning ear to ear. I didn’t ask, I didn’t look, I just kept quiet.

When we got into his dorm, I stood with my arms folded as he laid out the contents of the bag one at a time.

The first was dildo. But it was enormous. My blood ran cold when I got a good look. It was probably a foot long of black molded plastic. Attached to the base was a suction cup.

The rest were costumes… three costumes. “Remember when I used to buy you lingerie?” I stared at him silently, still under orders to shut up. Yeah… he kept buying me these skimpy outfits. I told him I wasn’t into it, but he kept buying them. It was awkward as fuck. “You never wore them for me,” he continued. He threw one of the bundles at me. “Put this on.”

Knee-high boots. Blue spandex bikini bottoms with white stars. A little red top with a big “S.” I put it on with the help of a dirty mirror in the corner of Jordan’s dorm. When it was all said and done, I had a little tiara on my head, and a golden lasso attached at my waist. My slender mid-section was bare, and I watched as he drank in my cleavage, fully on display.

“Stand with your feet apart, hands on your hips,” he said in awe. I obeyed. “Put a determined look on your face,” he laughed. I did.

He took out his phone and started snapping pictures, while I didn’t move a muscle. He bent me over, smacked my ass, and took more pictures.

“Here’s the best part. Let’s get into character. Act like you’re supergirl. I’m your arch nemesis, and you just fell into my trap. Go!”

I didn’t even have time to process what he said before I blurted out, “Dr. Dom! We meet again! I know you’ve been luring other superheroines here… big mistake.” I cracked my knuckles and locked eyes with him, looking like I was about to give him an ass-kicking.

“Ahh, you’re right supergirl,” he said between snickers, “but now that I have you here, you’re just one more to add to my collection.”

This was so fucking stupid. But I couldn’t let my face show it no matter how hard I tried.

He took the lasso off my waist and wrapped it around my wrists. “You know the rules, supergirl… now your own lasso compels you to do my will.”

“You FIEND!” I shouted like a damsel in distress.

“Let’s see what you can do with that body, supergirl…”

I wanted to tell him to stop calling me that, but instead I breathlessly panted, “what… what are you going to do to me?” like a cliche porn movie.

He sat down on his bed. “Give me a lap dance,” he said smugly.

“Oh… oh no! I must resist… I can’t give in… but it’s… too… strong! I must obey…”

This wasn’t fucking funny. He was making me act out this little struggle of doing something against my free will, which was actually exactly what was fucking happening. I hated him.

But I still danced on him. I brushed my ass against his crotch, threw my hair around, humped his leg… and the whole time, I was making fake struggle noises in a whiny, defeated voice. “Ungh… no… you bastard!”

It went on like this until he **** me to ride him, which was not easy with my wrists still tied. “When I’m freed… you’ll pay for this!” I said through gritted teeth, still **** to play the part but truly feeling every word I spoke.

“Okay, that’s enough, get off,” he said and he threw me off. “I don’t want to cum yet, we have more fun ahead of us, princess,” he said.

The next outfit was a knock-off replica of jasmine’s, from the end of Aladdin. The red one. You know the one… where she’s hypnotized by the bad guy. A red thong with see-through red harem pants over top. Bare feet and a strapless red bikini top. Brass collar, brass **** bracelets. He had me tie my hair back to look like hers.

“You are no longer a princess… you are my concubine!” he boomed. “Bow down to me, your new sultan!”

I dropped to my knees, slack-jawed, with a distant look in my eyes. I stretched my arms out in front of me and pressed my upper body into the ground at his feet. “Yes…” I said dreamily, “you are my master, my sultan…”

After enjoying this for several minutes, he started taking pictures. I kept bowing. He was behind me for a while, and I realized that the way I was perched on my knees, he was probably zooming in on my ass or something. I hate him so much.

“Now, my little pet…” he purred. Gross. “Lick my feet.”

…fucking WHAT? But I did it.

“Yes, master… anything for master…” I slurred again.

I would have wretched if I could. His feet were fucking RANK. I don’t think he showered this whole week.

I licked between his toes, sensually up the whole length of the bottom of his foot… all I could taste was body odor. Was he still fucking filming this? I couldn’t even tell… I was busy.

“Now, pet, one final test of your submission to me.” He pushed me onto my back and straddled my face. “Feast on the ass of your sultan!”

He WOULDN’T.

“Yes, maFFF-“ He squatted down and cut me off with his ass before I could get that out. I was stunned. He didn’t respect me, not even a little bit. He knew I would never do ANYTHING like this. I didn’t know he had it in him to **** me like this.

My tongue was circling his ass, then outright licking it, then darting my tongue in and out, alternating between those. Maybe his college whores do this shit, but I sure as fuck never have. But my mouth knew what to do.

What I COULD’T do was breathe while my ex was stuffing my mouth full of his ass. When I got the chance, I rushed air into my nostrils. The musky smell of his fucking taint was enough to knock me ****. The worst part was that I was cursed to keep my eyes open, acting like a dazed, mesmerized jasmine… so I was watching his balls come down on my eyes. Things would go dark, then I’d get a view of his balls, get poked in the eye by his ball hair, then things would go dark again. I know I’m a broken record, but I just couldn’t believe he was using me like this.

He rocked back and forth, his grunts and groans and little laughs the only clue I had as to what was happening out from underneath his ass.

“Alright pet, bend over my sleeping quarters as I take you from behind!” He was loving this costume, I could tell.

He stuck his dirty dick into me from behind. “Ye-es, ma-ah-ast-er…” I got out between his deep thrusts. He grabbed his phone off the bed next to me. Great, more footage. Seemed like it was more about him, though… I could see from the mirror in the corner he was filming snapchats of himself making muscles and smiling at the camera, then panning down to his dick plowing into me. At least the camera couldn’t see my face.

He was too distracted for self control. “Oh… oh shit!” I heard. Fear gripped me as I felt him spasm inside me. “AAGGHH!!” He let loose and shot his load into my pussy….

“Shit, I wanted to wait til the last one!! Maybe I can get hard enough one more time,” he said, breathing heavily but with a smile.

“You’re kidding me right?? Look what you just fucking did you selfish asshole!!” I blew up at him, pointing to his cum dripping out of me.

He was quiet for a moment. He looked pissed. “Lick that up, then put this on.” He tossed me the last costume. I could hear the venom in his voice. I licked HIS cum off of HIS disgusting dorm floor. Then I opened the last package.

A jailbird costume. Cute. I’m sensing a theme here, the dickhead likes to feel powerful.

Using the mirror, I put it on, decorating myself for this asshole once more. Black and white striped mini skirt, black and white striped crop top with a V neck, black and white little jail hat. The top read “PRISONER #69.” Hilarious.

I don’t know if he caught the irony, but I actually was his fucking prisoner. I just wanted to get out of there. The guy was a nutjob, and I just pissed him off.

“Please, Jordan…” I started.

“Quiet, follow me,” he said. He grabbed the dildo off the bed and opened his door into the hallway. My cheeks blushed with shame as he led me past one of the other guys on his floor. The other guy did a double take, and I don’t blame him.

He took me into the shower room. I’m pretty sure this was the worst possible place I could be in my… condition? I think he knew that.

He threw open the curtain and turned on the water in one of the stalls. He stuck the dildo onto the floor. He revealed a pair of handcuffs, and put one end on my left wrist and one around a knob handle.

“Fuck yourself on this as deep and hard as you can,” he said coldly. “But if any other guys come in here, do whatever they want.”

I was stunned. Again. It was like he threw a steak to a pack of lions. It was only a matter of time. I squatted over the shiny black (now wet) dildo and lowered myself down quickly… a shock of pain ran through me as I slammed this fake dick against my cervix.

I only had to do this for a minute or two before the door opened.

“She’s in here?”

“Yeah I think, that’s what he said.”

I heard low muffled voices. Then two guys caught sight of me and stopped in their tracks. I pleaded with my eyes… but I was just gasping and wincing in pain. The bastard had tipped them off. How were they supposed to react when they saw an 18-year-old girl in a jailbird outfit bouncing on a dildo in their shower?