Embrace the darkness

(Content Warning - emotional ****)

You're lying face-down in Tony's bed, naked, surrounded by the smell of him, shallow breaths escaping your mouth as his cum slowly leaks from your pussy. How many times has he filled you since that day? The weeks all blur together. He takes you any way he likes – you are his slut, after all – but his favorite is to take you like he did in the moment you surrendered to him. Face down, ass raised, hand in your hair as he viciously fucks you. You watch him as he sits at his desk in the corner of his dark room, framed by the flickering glow of his computer screen as he plays some game with his online friends. No matter how long it's been, part of your mind is still stuck in that moment, as if **** to go back and make a different choice.

The cool wet tile of the locker room floor against your chest. The white noise of the shower, drowning out everything but the sound of Tony's hot breath in your ear. His hand twisted in your hair, his hard cock conquering you from the inside out. Emily's painfully beautiful face, watching you, asking who you really are. Your heart, shrinking in fear, unable to bear the thought of everyone knowing the truth about you, clinging in desperation to the darkness of self-denial. Your mouth, twisted in grief for the future you'll never be strong enough to reach, opening to pathetically declare I belong to Tony.

Something let go inside you the moment you said that. You stopped fighting, stopped struggling, just sank into the oblivion of Tony's ownership of you. You'll never forget the sound of his triumphant laugh as he **** you to come yet again on his cock, as he filled you with his hot cum. You'll never forget the sight of Emily's face, the empty pain in her eyes, the tears on her freckled cheeks as she turned away, unable to bear the sight of you. Not that you could blame her.

You can hardly bear to look at yourself.

Tony curses sharply and slams his headset onto the desk, pulling you out of your memories. His game must have gone badly, and your body warms, your pussy tingling in anticipation. He yanks off his shorts as he clambers into bed with you. His hand comes down hard and sharp on your ass as he orders you to lift your hips, and you give him a whorish moan as he pushes inside. There's no need for foreplay. You're his good little slut, and your body is always ready for him. Hands gripping the bedsheets, toes curling in ecstasy, you allow the relentless **** of his hard dick to banish your regrets. Your pathetic cries and whimpers drown out his grunts as he pounds you, taking out his frustrations on your poor pussy. It feels so good to be used.

You cling close to Tony as he walks you through the crowded halls to your last class of the day. Your hair is getting longer, and you're starting to get used to wearing makeup every day. You've been updating your wardrobe to appeal to Tony. Today you're wearing a brightly colored tank top and your tight blue jeans have a rhinestone butterfly glittering on the back pocket. Tony's arm around your waist makes you feel safe, secure, owned.

You need that feeling. As you walk through the hall, you see everyone's eyes on you, the same look on their faces. Teasing, judging, mocking. Even your friends look at you that way. You pass a knot of people who snicker as you approach, and one of them shows you their phone and grins. You don't need to look to know what they're watching. Your viral video, the record of your fall, the only thing you're known for throughout the whole school. You cling closer to Tony, trying to hide from the shame. He doesn't care that you're a slut. You're his slut.

He leaves you at the entry to the classroom, the same way he always does. Pulling you tight, squeezing your ass as he claims your mouth with his tongue. You moan into his kiss, glad to know everyone is watching as Tony demonstrates his ownership of you. He says goodbye, tells you he loves you, and you hold onto those words. You'll need them to make it through class without him.

Unable to focus on the English lesson, your mind keeps wandering back to Tony, hopeful that he'll use you after school. You're almost annoyed when George's voice pulls you away from your daydreaming. "Psst, hey! RC!"

You look over at him, returning his sad smile. "Sup, Georgie? Got another character quiz for me?"

There's a flicker of pain on his face. "Not... not today, RC. I just wanted to say... I hear what people are talking about. About... the video." His face turns red.

"Yeah?" I'm sure it's all second-hand experience, right George?

"Yeah, and I just... I wanted to say... I don't care about it. You shouldn't care about it. The only people who do care about it are... are... people you shouldn't care about!"

Oh George, if only that were true. "Uh huh. That's sweet of you to say."

He takes the much needed encouragement. "I just... I don't want you to think you need to... need to be with Tony. Just because of the video, I mean."

You feel the cold darkness spreading from your heart. "What are you talking about, George? He's my boyfriend. I love him."

His face twists in anguish, before setting into a look of grim determination. "I... I know RC, but... he's just..." His lip trembles. "I'm so... I'm so worried about you. You've been different since... since you got back together with him. I... I miss the old RC."

"He makes me happy."

"He's bad for you!"

"Mister Ortega!" Your teacher's voice lashes across the room. "Could you please keep it down? If you aren't going to pay attention to the lesson at least allow your classmates the courtesy."

"Sorry Mrs. Beachum." George mumbles. He looks over at you, but you're ignoring him. His words hurt. You thought you could count on him. You thought he was your friend, that he understood you. But he's just rejecting you, like everyone else. Except Tony. He'll never reject you.

Smiling to yourself, you let your mind drift back to imagining how your boyfriend will use his good little slut later. George is probably just jealous, anyway.

"You really like it, Tony?"

"Of course I do, RC. You look so fuckin hot."

You're modeling your latest outfit acquisition for Tony in his room. He's sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you in between messaging someone on his phone. You're **** to keep his attention. Maybe you shouldn't have worn a bra under the tight purple crop top? You twirl around, enjoying how it makes your short green skirt lift and spin, enjoying even more how Tony looks up as you show him a glimpse of your thong-clad ass. You've never felt so sexy, so daring. What more do I need to do, Tony? You haven't fucked me all day.

There's a knock on the bedroom door, and you freeze. Tony's dad isn't home, as usual. Who could it be? Tony gestures toward the door. "Open it."

You do as you're told, your eyes widening in shock as you open the door to reveal Jessica standing there. "Hello, toy."

"M-mistress." It's the first time you've seen her since that fateful day. You can't believe your eyes. She's wearing basically the same outfit as you – a tight crop top and short skirt – but she looks so much better in it. Breathtaking. Unlike you, she actually looks like she belongs in such revealing clothes. You're just an imposter, a clown, a pathetic girl trying to catch a boy's eye. Why would he look at you when this goddess is standing right here?

"What are you waiting for, RC?" Tony's voice is impatient. "Let her in."

Jessica gives you a condescending smile as you step out of her way to let her inside your boyfriend's bedroom. "Glad to see you've finally found some fashion sense, toy." She walks over to the bed. "Let's get going, Tony. I have things to do tonight."

"T-tony?" You hate how small and trembling your voice is. "What's going on?"

"Just something I needed you to see, RC." He stands from the bed and puts an arm around Jessica. "Something I needed you to know."

"What... I don't..."

Jessica smiles. "It's really quite simple, toy. I did Tony a favor, and now he's paying me what I'm owed. He needed someone to distract you that day, someone to put you off balance." Her smile widens. "I was more than happy to oblige. I'd been aching for a chance to put you in your place, especially after you gave me that lip in the hall. Of course, neither of us expected you to fall as hard and fast as you did." Her bright blue eyes sparkle. "That was just a nice little bonus for me, getting to play with you like that before Tony arrived. Now, I'm here to collect. Tony has a bit of a reputation among the girls, and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about."

Your head is spinning, your heart pounding. "But... Miles?"

"Oh, he doesn't need to know. And even if he did, he wouldn't dream of doing anything about it. But just to be clear, toy, if you tell him, I will end you. Understood?"

You can't bring yourself to speak, so you simply nod.

"Good. Now get on your knees and get your boyfriend ready for me."

You obey, your stomach churning as you kneel down and take Tony's cock in your mouth. You look up to see them kissing, Tony taking her top off and playing with her magnificent breasts. It doesn't take long for Tony to get harder than you've ever felt him. You stay kneeling on the floor as they get in bed together, and you watch. You watch as Jessica straddles your boyfriend, riding him, rolling her hips and making her luscious tits bounce. Tony never lets me be on top. You watch as Jessica's icy composure gives way to passionate lust as your boyfriend does what he does best. Neither of them look at you, completely focused on each other. You watch as they shift from position to position, their beautiful bodies moving together in a sensual dance, reaching heights someone like you could never dream of.

You count three orgasms for Jessica before Tony finally reaches his climax and releases his cum into her. They both lie back, panting, smiling, with you still watching from the floor. Tony beckons you up onto the bed. At first you're excited that they would want you to join for round two, but those hopes are quickly dashed. "Over here, toy. Suck your boyfriend's cum out of my pussy. Be quick about it. I have shit to do."

You obey, crawling between Jessica's lovely legs and submissively putting your mouth to her sex, licking and sucking to extract Tony's load from inside her. You shudder as you taste the two of them mixed together. Your pussy burns with need as you swallow the result of the hottest sex you've ever seen. You look up past Jessica's incredible body to see her idly playing with her phone, and the feeling of being ignored sets you off even more.

After Jessica gets dressed and leaves, you lie there on the bed next to Tony, smelling him, smelling Jessica, smelling their sweat and their sex and your own pathetic desire. He's on his phone, and he doesn't look away as he asks "Do you know why I did that?"

You somehow find the strength to say "Did what?"

He smiles, still not looking at you. "I asked her help in the first place because I needed to get you back. I was so worried about you being out there without me. I didn't know what would happen to you. I knew you just needed a little push. It was worth it, though, right? Worth going through that so you could be with me again?"

You reach out and touch his arm, heart pounding. "Of course, Tony. Thank you for taking me back."

He finally looks over at you. "And I fucked her in front of you just now to remind you what your place is. I'm your boyfriend, but you're not my girlfriend. You're my slut. I get to use you, and any other girl I want. That's what you get after running around fucking everyone in school, while I just had to watch and worry about you. Understand?"

"Yes, Tony, of course. I'm sorry for making you worry." Your hand squeezes his arm. "Thank you for using me."

He smiles. "Good girl."

Your heart swells. Now will you fuck me? Please? "I love you, Tony."

"I love you too, RC." He puts his phone down and strokes your cheek, making you melt. "Good night."

With that, he rolls over and turns off the light, leaving you on fire with unmet need. Part of you wants to touch yourself, but Tony doesn't allow you to do that. Instead, you just lie there in the dark, listening to his breathing, surrounded by the smell of him mixed with the girl who broke you for him. Instead of feeling dejected or angry, the frustrated throbbing of your pussy just makes you feel happy. It's there for a reason. Thank you, Tony. Thank you for putting me in my place.

Tony is on a class trip, leaving you to face school alone today. You keep hoping he'll text you, but he must be busy. You try not to think about the other girls in his class, and what he might be doing with them. To them. It would hurt too bad. It would turn you on too much.

You're sitting by yourself eating lunch. The friends you would usually hang out with – before Tony became your entire world – gave you the cold shoulder. It hurt, but not as bad as you thought it would. You just have to make it through today, and then Tony will be back.

Looking up from your salad, you see Jessica and her posse walking past. She gives you a knowing grin, and you shudder as you're suddenly back between her legs, sucking Tony's cum out of her pussy. The intensity of the memory means you don't hear Stacey and Anna's catcalls. You're only pulled out of it when you feel Lu's warm hand on your shoulder. "Hey, RC."

You look at her, surprised. The others have all continued on; only she lingered behind. What does she want? "H-hey, Lu. What's up?"

She's silent for a moment, and part of you wishes you could take comfort from the weight of her hand on your shoulder. "Listen, I... I'm worried about you. I've seen you around. Seen you with him. Is he... he treating you right?"

Her words twist like a knife in your gut. "Better than you did." He didn't abandon me. Didn't leave me to face my fate alone.

You were supposed to take care of me, "dom".

She flinches, and you can't help but smile a little that you were able to get a reaction like that out of her. Her hand leaves your shoulder. "Alright. That's fair." She looks over her shoulder in the direction her friends had left, then back at you. "Is it cool if I sit down? I just wanna talk for a second."

You take a few breaths to calm the storm in your chest. This is the first time you've talked to her since that day, and being near her is bringing up so many feelings that you had to bury after surrendering to Tony. "Whatever."

The girl that taught you so much about yourself sits across from you and leans her elbows on the table. "I know you're with Tony now, and I'm not gonna say anything about that. If he makes you happy then good for you. But... there was something we found together that day. Something... something real important. I know you know what I mean. And listen, I don't think there's anything wrong with dressing like this or putting all that paint on your face. It's good to embrace your feminine side, too. It's just... that's all I see from you these days. And it... it's starting to feel like it's not you. Like you're just doing it for him."

You feel like you can hardly breathe. "I like to look good for my boyfriend. The fuck is your problem?"

"That's fine. That's cool. Do you, RC. But... there's more you, there. There's more than just this girly girl I see in the hall every day. You gotta remember. You can't just lock all that away cuz your boyfriend don't like it. Understand? It's a part of you. I saw it. We saw it. Remember?"

"I remember, Lu. I remember fuckin perfectly." You think back to what Jessica told you in Tony's room. He wanted you off balance. "I remember you breaking me down and then throwing me to a pack of boys. I remember the whole fucking school seeing me dressed like a porn star getting a cum shower. I remember you fucking watch all that happen. How could I forget?"

The concern vanishes from her face, replaced with her usual cool indifference, except in her eyes. Even she can't hide the pain there. "OK." She opens her mouth, then closes it. Taking a breath, she pushes away from the table. "Good luck, RC." She walks away, not looking back.

Staring after her, a bitter feeling of resentment settles into your gut. You get to run away from what you did to me. I never can. You check your phone. Tony still hasn't texted.

That night, you're sitting in your room, staring at yourself in the mirror. Lu's words keep surfacing in your mind no matter how much you try to banish them. The longer you look at yourself, at your outfit, at your face, the more her words remember, remember, we saw keep echoing louder and louder. You're trying desperately not to think about what she meant. Trying to push those feelings down, down, so far down you'll never feel them again.

But there's something in your eyes that you can't ignore. Your mind is trying to shut itself down, stop thinking, stop feeling, inadvertently allowing that something to take over. You take your cleaning pads and start scrubbing hard at the makeup covering your face. But... I wanted to look pretty... just in case... When you're free from the cosmetics, that something in your eyes shines brighter. You suddenly stand and strip out of your girly clothes. Moving to your closet, you pull out your old favorite band shirt and your trusty black jeans. Back in front of the mirror, and that something in your eyes has now taken over your entire face. You're still trying desperately to ignore what's happening. That was such a cute outfit... Tony's favorite blouse...

There's a pair of scissors in your hand, and you're reaching for your hair. Your hair that has been getting longer and longer, over your ears now. Before you can make a cut, you hear your mom in the hallway outside your locked door. "Hey hon! Tony's here!" You can hear her talking to him, not able to make out the words, but she sounds completely charmed, as usual. "What's the matter, sweetie? Let him in. Y'know, I can't tell you how happy I am you two are back together. I always did love this handsome ladykiller." Her laugh makes your blood run cold.

You go to open the door, and the look on Tony's face when he sees you sends your heart down to your feet. Your mom tells you two to have fun, with a saucy wink as she goes down the hall swilling her cocktail. Tony closes the door behind him. "Babe, what's wrong? Why are you dressed like that? Why... what are you doing with those scissors?"

"Tony... I..." What am I doing?

Understanding enters his eyes, and he reaches out to touch your shoulder. "Babe, sweetheart, hey, it's OK." He reaches out with his other hand to take the scissors from you, and you offer no resistance. "I understand. I know you're still struggling with this. But it's OK, I'm here. I'm here for you. I can make it all better, if you'll just let me."

How did those tears get on your cheeks? Nothing is making sense. You can't move, you can't think. You feel like you're at war with yourself. "Tony... I... I don't..." That something, that boy inside you that you tried so hard to deny, leaps out before you can stop him. "I don't want to be better. I want to be me."

You gasp and tremble at your own words, terrified that Tony will be mad at you for defying him. Instead, he just looks sad. "RC... you don't understand who you are. I can show you. Come here."

Your face scrunches up in pain, but your body obeys him. That was the first part of you he conquered, the first part of you that surrendered to him. He always knows just how to use that against you. He takes you into his arms, turning you so he's hugging you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck. "It's gonna be OK, RC. My good girl." His hands move to caress your breasts, and you whimper in helpless pleasure as he touches you just right. "Don't you like it when I touch you here?"

No stop please I can't think when you touch me like that. "Y-yeah... anh... yeah I do..."

He turns so you're both facing the mirror, pulling your shirt and bra up, touching you directly. Your knees start to tremble as he gently teases your stiff nipples. "Look at your sexy body. Your girl body. Don't you like being sexy for me, RC?"

Yes I love being sexy for you. It's so hard to breathe. So hard to think. But... my body... my body isn't all of me. "Tony... I... I want... I don't..."

"Shhh shhh shhh, it's OK. It's OK, RC." He reaches down with one hand, undoing the button and fly of your jeans with one expert motion before slipping his hand inside your panties. Your knees start to shake uncontrollably as he gently runs his fingers over your slick lips. "I know you're confused. Just relax and let me remind you what a good girl you are."

No not there please just let me be me please. "Tony... wait..."

He pulls your shirt and bra off over your head and pushes your jeans and panties down over your hips. Stepping backwards, he sits at the edge of your bed with you in his lap, pushing your jeans and panties the rest of the way off. Something about the image in the mirror – you fully nude, him fully clothed – starts to sink your mind down into that submissive place you once found peace in. The moment Tony feels your body relax, he pulls you down so you're lying across his lap, looking up at him. Looking up at that smile. "I'm going to show you what a girl you are. Just trust me."

With that he slides a finger inside you, brushing against your sweet spot as his other hand plays with your breast. You're so worked up after being away from him all day that you're immediately on the brink of climax, and then he pushes you right over it. Squeezing your nipple and flicking your clit with his thumb, you can feel him chuckle as you cry out and squirt over his hand, body arching on his lap. When you come down, you open your eyes, looking up at that same smile. "Tony..." You want to thank him. Feeling his touch, feeling that sweet release, after the long day of loneliness and frustration almost banishes everything else from your mind.

Almost.

"Do you see what I mean, RC? Do you understand? Your body knows you're a girl. Your body knows how to feel." He starts to move again, touch you again. "Your body isn't confused. Listen to your body."

"Wait... too much... aaahhhhhh..." You're so sensitive after coming. He knows that, using it against you, making you come again in no time at all. And again. Your body is shaking in his lap, pussy squeezing around his fingers. It's too much. "Tony pleaaasseee..."

"A boy wouldn't be like this, RC. A boy wouldn't be so pathetic, body constantly begging for sex." He stops touching your pussy for a moment, running his hands possessively over your body, before resuming his ****. "You know how hard it is, being your boyfriend? Having to keep this slutty girl body satisfied? Having everyone know that you're such an insatiable nympho? I get shit for it all the time. It hurts, RC."

"Haaaannnhhh... T-tony.... HHMMmmnnhh... I'm sorrryyyyy..."

"You're sorry? Really?" He viciously squeezes your nipple, sending you over the edge into yet another orgasm. "If you're so sorry, why are you doing this to me, too? It's hard enough having everyone at school know you're a fucking slut, how am I supposed to deal with them all knowing you think you're a boy, too? That would ruin me. You don't want that, do you?"

The pleasure is scrambling your mind, making it impossible to think. You cling desperately to his words to keep from sinking into madness. "N-n-n-nooooo..."

He makes you come again. "I don't want that either, RC. And I don't want you to struggle with it. I know this is so hard. I know you don't understand. Just let me take it away, RC. Wouldn't that be better than not knowing what you are? Wouldn't that be better than having everyone hate you, hate us. Just be a girl for me."

He intensifies his touch, making you come again and again. Your pussy is raw, your muscles ache, every nerve in your body is on fire. It's too much, too intense, you just need it to stop. But he won't stop. He keeps going. The boy in you is trying to fight his way out, trying to escape, trying to deny Tony's words. But there's no way you can resist Tony. He has you captured, helpless, completely under his control. He owns you, and if you don't do what he says he'll **** you to endure this hell of pleasure until you go insane. "Tonnyyyyy..."

"Are you a girl, RC?"

Yes... but... more... I'm more than a girl... You look up into his eyes, body begging for release from this ecstatic torment, and you make a decision. Another surrender. He's right. You don't want to struggle anymore. You don't want to endure the hateful looks, the questions, the confusion from within and without. You don't want to make Tony unhappy. You take the boy inside and throw him, screaming and crying, into the darkest deepest depths of your soul, and you lock the door. "Y-yes, Tony. Yes, I'm a girl. I'm just a girl."

He stops, suddenly, mercifully, and pulls you up to cradle you against his chest. You nuzzle your face into his shoulder, feeling so safe and so loved. Why was this so hard? Why didn't I want this? It feels so nice to be Tony's girl, curled up in his lap, his hands stroking your back and your hair, his arms holding you tight against him. Tony was right, like always. This is so much better. You look up into his eyes, shining with triumph. "I love you, Tony." You kiss him, and the glorious touch of his lips silences that last echo of anguish, coming from somewhere deep inside. Somewhere you're already beginning to forget even existed.

Ever since that night, things are better. Tony never ignores you anymore, never lets you go too long without his touch. You wear short skirts and dresses every day now, so he always has access to his good girl's pussy. The only reason you wear panties at all is because Tony likes the way your ass looks in a thong. You're happy you can turn him on so much. You're always looking for more ways to entice him.

He uses you throughout the day, every day. It's like a dream. He lets you suck him off in his car in the school parking lot before class, the taste of him lingering on your tongue throughout the day. He leans you over against the wall in the hallway to fill you from behind. The only time he ever lets you be on top is when you're straddling him on a bench in the schoolyard, grinding against him as you work to earn his cum in your pussy.

At first you tried to stay quiet, tried to make it quick, so you wouldn't get caught. Soon you realized that Tony was choosing his times and places precisely so you would get caught. Once that understanding hit you, the public fucking took on a whole new dimension of pleasure. Knowing that people were seeing you be claimed, conquered, filled by your boyfriend was such a thrill. You started to leave your panties askew after he finished, so his cum would drip down your legs. Letting everyone know exactly what you are.

People stopped calling you by your name. You weren't RC anymore. You were Tony's slut, Tony's hole, Tony's little fucktoy. You loved it when people called you that, because they were right. Even your closest friends stopped hanging out with you before long. The ones who bothered to say why told you they couldn't stand what was happening to you, couldn't bear to see what you had become. You didn't mind. You had Tony.

Every time Tony touched you, grabbed you, slid your panties to the side and pushed his wonderful cock into you, a sense of overwhelming gratitude filled you. You thanked him every time he used you. It wasn't just because he fed your neverending need to be touched, to be fucked, it was because he accepted you. He accepted you just as you are, a helpless mewling nympho **** for his cock.

The fact that he was the one who made you this way just made you even more grateful. You've never been so happy.

You're in Tony's room, as you are most nights. Dancing for him in your new negligee. Loving how soft and feminine you feel. Loving how he can't keep his eyes off you. He's had an energy about him tonight, an electricity, like he has something special planned for you. Maybe tonight he'll finally fuck your ass. You've been aching to give him that last part of your body.

There's a knock on the door, and your heart sinks. Jessica again? You'd been looking forward to having Tony all to yourself tonight, but you know better than to question him. Without waiting for his command, you go to the door and open it. What you see stops your heart in your chest.

Her emerald eyes, unable to look directly at you. Her dirty blonde hair, done up in a way you've never seen before. Her freckled cheeks, already wet with tears. Her body barely clothed in a dress more daring than you ever thought she would wear. You haven't seen her since that day, and the tightness in your chest is threatening to make you scream with pain. She finally looks at you. "Sorry, Charlie."

You step aside to let her in, unable to speak. She goes to Tony, hesitates, then sits on the bed beside him, looking down at the floor. Your boyfriend puts a hand on her bare thigh and looks you right in the eyes. "You're not the only one I got the better of that day, RC. I'd been working on Emily here for a while, telling her friends stories, putting ideas in her boyfriend's head. Isolating her, putting her in a place to do something foolish. I just didn't think it would pay off so perfectly."

Nothing is making sense. Her... boyfriend? But what about...

Tony smiles at the anguish on your face. "You're not allowed to touch her tonight. She's all for me. Now, be a good girl and get on your knees."

Doing as you're told, you get his cock out and start to suck on it, as Emily slips her panties off and starts playing with herself.

"Get me hard, RC, and get me extra wet. I made a deal with Emily. I'm going to let her go, stop interfering in her life, in exchange for her ass. She's never had a cock in there before, so it's gonna be extra tight. You don't want it to hurt too bad for her, do you?"

You obey, getting as much spit as you can on his dick while your heart breaks. Once he feels he's ready, he pushes you away and stands, telling Emily to lean over the bed. He positions you behind him and tells you to eat his ass. You kneel there in the sheer slutty outfit you wore to entice him, and bury your face in his ass at the same time he buries his cock in the ass of the girl you love.

Emily cries out in pain and anguish, and Tony starts to move. Slow, unstoppable. Pushing and stretching her virgin asshole around his length as she whimpers and cries. An edge of pleasure starts to enter her voice, and you feel a sick jealousy as she experiences something you'll never get to. As she gets to feel Tony's cock in her ass, even though you're the one who begs him for it.

You feel something else as well. A cry of grief from deep in your soul. As your tongue wriggles around Tony's taint, you feel a forgotten part of you curl up and weep. The boy inside you, that once-essential part of your very being that Emily found, that Emily showed you, that fell in love with Emily so long ago, watches helplessly as the boy who banished him pushes deeper into Emily's guts.

Emily's cries are now an indistinguishable blend of pain and pleasure. A sound you're only too familiar with coming from yourself. Tony buries himself inside her, and his asshole twitches against your tongue as he shouts in triumph. Emily lets out a low groan of defeat, and under the smell of Tony's taint you catch a whiff of something that brings a tear to your eye. He really made you come by fucking your ass, huh Em?

Tony pulls out of her, and he lets you look at her stretched, red asshole as you clean his cock. He tells you to enjoy the taste, because that's as close as you'll get to tasting her again. When you're finished, he climbs onto bed and pulls Emily close to him, playing with her body as she lets out little moans and whimpers. Sounds she once made for you, in a different life. Neither of them speak to you, so you curl up on the floor next to the bed, showered with the sounds and smells of their lovemaking late into the night until you finally, mercifully, drift off to sleep.

Graduation was two weeks ago. You've moved in with Tony since then, spending all your time with him as you prepare to leave town. You were both accepted into a university across the country, and you're looking forward to a chance to get out of your crummy town and start over, in a place where no one knows who you used to be. You'll be Tony's slut, and nothing else.

You're sitting next to him on his bed, watching a movie on your laptop as he plays some game on his phone. Your hair is brushing your shoulders now, and you got it re-dyed. You kept your signature purple, but added some pretty pink highlights to accentuate your feminine style. All you're wearing is a sheer baby blue top, just enough to feel cute while still looking like an absolute slut and giving Tony full access to whatever he wants.

The movie you're watching is one of your childhood favorites, The Last Unicorn. The title character was on a quest to save her friends, but when she finally encountered the monstrous Red Bull who had captured them, her courage failed her, and she was transformed into a human woman to hide herself from the Bull's wrath. Now, she's living in a remote castle by the sea, courted by a handsome young prince, as the very monster who drove her to deny herself lurks in the dungeon.

The girl who used to be a unicorn tells her friend that she feels like she's dying, trapped in this body that isn't really her, and all of a sudden there are tears streaming down your face, and your shoulders shake with silent sobs. Tony notices, and puts his phone down, reaching over to comfort you in the only way he ever does. He pulls you into his lap, facing away from him so you can still watch your movie, and shifts his hips until his cock slides into you.

He has one hand on your hip, grinding you against him, as his other moves up to maul your breast through the thin material of your top. His mouth sucks on your neck and your ear. Moans escape your parted lips as tears continue to fall down your cheeks. The girl on the screen is now telling her friend she's forgotten she was ever something else, she doesn't want to escape, she wants to stay here with the prince who loves her. Why are you crying so hard? You have a handsome wonderful boyfriend who's saving you from your crummy hometown and taking you away to a new life. He fucks you all day, every day, and treats you exactly like the pathetic slut you know you are. You have everything you can even imagine wanting, and it's all so perfect. So right.

You cry out as your pussy clamps down around Tony's cock once again. Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to be something else, something more, something other than Tony's perfect little slut. As you lean back against your boyfriend, loving the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his hardness, you wonder what that girl would think of you now.

You can barely even remember her name.