Nothing

WARNING: The following section includes elements of **** and ****. If those topics disturb you or upset you in any ways, you may want to avoid the chapter and those that follow it in this path entirely. The link to the previous chapter can be found here: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Blowjob.290989

"Nothing," you say as calmly as you can.

"Nothing?" Emily says. "So if I kiss you right now, I won't taste Jack's dick on your tongue?"

You blush. "Okay," you say. "He's just so hot, and I could hear you moaning in the shower, so..."

Emily smiles, but it's cruel, more than a little angry. "You're my best friend," she says. "Why the fuck would you think that that's okay?"

You shrink back into the couch. "I don't know," you say. "I guess I wasn't thinking."

"You weren't thinking?" she says. "You had plenty of time to think with my boyfriend's dick in your throat, you bitch!"

"I'm sorry!" you shout.

"Well, I'm going to have to punish you," she says.

"What are you going to do?"

"First I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Without lube. And then I'm going to have Jack fuck you in the ass. Without lube." She looks angrier than you've ever seen her in your life. "And maybe if I'm feeling mean, I'll have his roommate fuck you in the ass, too."

"Oh," you say. "Really?"

"Yes," she spits. "Jack. Go tie her up." She disappears down the hall.

Her boyfriend does what she says. You don't understand why he's getting off scot-free considering he was the one getting his dick sucked in the first place. He forces you off the couch and into the kitchen, where he grabs a length of duct tape from the drawer. He wraps the tape around your wrists behind your back three times over until you can barely move, and then he tapes your ankles together. "Get on your knees," he growls in your ear. Somehow, despite the pain that you know is coming, you find yourself getting a little wet.

Emily reappears, this time wearing only the pink bralette you helped her pick out and her pink panties. She's got a big, pink strap-on strapped across her panties, with the straps going over her hips and under her ass. "You ready for this, bitch?" she asks.

You don't answer. You don't think there is an answer.

"That's what I thought," your former best-friend says. You look away, but you can hear her get behind you. You feel her soft hands on your hips and the hard, cold tip of silicone against your asshole.

"Just a second--" you say, but she ignores you. She thrusts the dildo hard into your ass without any notice, and you feel a searing but somehow pleasurable pain go through your body. She doesn't start slow, either. From the start, she's jackhammering your asshole, short hard motions that keep the pain constant. You cry out, but she reaches forward, grabbing you by the hair so that your head is pulled all the way back. She forces you to look her in the eye as she penetrates you, your once-best-friend with a look of absolute hate in her eyes. She spits on your face and you feel her saliva run from your nose to your forehead and then splatter against your ass.

"You know what I'm going to do?" she says. "I'm going to fuck your ass until you beg me to stop. And then I'm going to feed you this strap on so you can taste what your own asshole tastes like, okay?"

"Please," you gasp, tears forming in your eyes. It hurts, but somehow you're on the verge of cumming. Even more, though, you want her to feed you the dildo. "Please, Emily, stop fucking me!"

"Louder, bitch!" she yells.

"PLEASE!"

Emily takes the strap-on dildo out of your ass and walks around to your face. She slaps you, hard, leaving a red mark on your cheek. Then she gets on her knees and pushes the silicone into your face. "How's that?" she says. "That's the feeling of fucking betrayal, bitch." She pulls your mouth open with her hand and forces the strap on inside your lips.

You lick it eagerly, looking her in the eye the whole time.

"How does it taste, slut? Better than his dick?"

You nod with the dildo deep in your throat. "Yes," you gargle.

"Good."