Troy lays out Carrie's future. Carrie experiences his sadism first-hand.

Week 1. Monday, 11:23am

Carrie sits naked on Troy's couch. Her right hand is stroking his manhood diligently. Her left hand is buried in her pussy and her juices soak her arm past her wrist. Troy firmly holds her head tilted upward toward his own by her hair. Carrie's nipples are rock hard and she is outright panting. She hangs on Troy's every word, reveling in his dominance.

"As far as I can tell, I don't have to wine or dine you at all." Even though Carrie has seen it coming, his words still send a jolt up her spine.

"You came to me all on your own. Johnny literally sent you to me! God, I really fucked him up, didn't I?" Troy laughs as Carrie swallows hard, nods, and shudders in pleasure.

"I have no idea how he landed someone like you, but I intend to fuck the memory of him right out of you."

Carrie finally reaches her breaking point. She frees her hands and stands up, putting her arms around Troy's waist. He starts to remove his hand from her hair but she stops him, wrapping his fingers back through her hair and pulls his hand sharply backward, nonverbally asking him to keep physically forcing her to look upward into his eyes. He's so tall!

"I'm yours to use as you please. Fuck me any time, day or night. Make me yours completely. Show me how you ruined his life. Make me regret every moment I've wasted on my boyfriend." Carrie desperately wants to feel his cock in her mouth and tries to drop to her knees. Troy's grip is like steel; he holds her body up by her hair, effortlessly, for just a moment before opening his hand and dropping her to her knees on the floor.

Troy stares at her, his expression turning cold. "Who?"

Carrie closes her eyes and her breath shudders. The shoe has dropped. She knows where Troy wants this to go...

Carrie goes there. "Make me regret every moment I've wasted in my ex-boyfriend." Carrie adds as an afterthought as she runs her tongue down the length of his cock, "more than you already just have."

Troy chuckles. "And use you as a party favor?"

Carrie's stomach flutters. She hesitates for a moment, then takes the first few inches of his cock in her mouth. That's all that would fit without **** her. Her voice is a muffled whisper.

"P--ease..."

Carrie's eyes fly open and upward and she squeals around his cock when she feels Troy twist her nipple, hard. He raises his eyebrow at her and looks at her with his head tilted slightly.

He speaks, matter-of-factly. "I don't mind giving you an all-night fuck and sending you back to that loser so that he can live with my sloppy seconds for as long as you can stand him afterward, you know. I'd love to take away from him in one night the best thing he's ever had in his life. But you're asking for something very different."

Carrie looks directly into Troy's eyes and nods deliberately. She takes her mouth off of his cock and resumes jacking it. "I told John I'd do anything for him. No limits, no questions. He wanted this. He wanted me to want this."

Troy waits. Carrie continues. "I want this. I want you to use me to twist the knife into him, over and over. I want him to be at home, alone, jerking his tiny dick knowing that you're taking me away from him. I want him to be humiliated, knowing that because of his pathetic little cuck fantasy that I've chosen you over him."

Carrie takes one of his hands, puts her left wrist in it, then guides his hand above her head and then behind her neck. She takes his other hand and closes his fingers over her nipple before placing that wrist in his hand behind her neck. Troy understands immediately and wrenches her shoulders backward by pulling her wrists down behind her head. He locks her elbows by pressing her wrists between her shoulder blades and then lifts her slightly off of her knees with one arm. She involuntarily thrusts her chest forward and arches her back to take some of the pressure off of her joints. Her voice pitches higher as he twists her nipple between his fingers again, this time much harder than before.

"I want you to win this, utterly and completely. He loves me. Hurt him. I want you to take me. Use me. Share me. Disrespect me." Carrie's voice breaks slightly as she inhales in response to Troy's continued twisting. "I want you to hurt John by cheapening me, by using me, by showing the world that what is so important to him is nothing more than cheap entertainment for you. I want you to demonstrate your contempt for him by imposing your contempt on me. Hurt me. Have your friends hurt me."

Carrie tries to lift her head to look at Troy but he grabs her hair in the hand that holds her wrists and wrenches her entire upper body further backward.

Troy gives her nipple one more savage squeeze, lifts her further by her wrists and hair, and turns her to face away from him. He pushes her forward, still holding her wrists and hair, and balances her upper body on the back of the couch, pressing her breasts hard into the fabric.

"You want me to use you as a weapon against him?" Carrie nods as well as she can with his hands twisted into her hair.

Troy adjusts the height of her hips by roughly jamming his knee into her crotch and propelling her body upward with the impact. Carrie grunts and coughs; tears well up in her eyes. Troy puts his other arm under her stomach and adjusts the angle of her pelvis.

"You want me to use you? To dehumanize John by dehumanizing you?" Carrie offers another stunted nod, sniffling.

Troy reaches around her head and stuffs something into her mouth. His sock, maybe?

"And share you with my friends as I see fit?"

Nod.

"And display you in public, rubbing you in Johnny's face?"

Another nod, this time more emphatic.

Troy places his knee between Carrie's legs again. He nudges at her thighs briefly before giving her ass a sharp slap to encourage her to open her legs properly. She obliges.

He wrenches her head and neck upward, hard. He leans in close and speaks quietly, firmly, directly into her ear. "And you want me to do whatever comes to mind, huh? What was it you said to Johnny? No limits?"

Carrie actually lets out an involuntary moan and pushes her hips back. She tries to nod but Troy doesn't loosen his voice grip on her wrists and hair. She begs through the gag instead.

"Amyphg..."

"Anything." Troy's voice is right next to her head, steady, clear. "Anything."

He releases her wrists and hair and places both hands on her hips. Carrie is ****. She thrusts backward, seeking his dick. He slaps her ass again and holds her still. He continues to talk into her ear.

"I certainly won't deny any of my friends certain little mementos of your esteem and attention when they make use of you. It's not every day they get to fuck an actress."

Carrie turns her head toward him for a moment, not understanding, but then her eyes land on his phone. Backwards on the charging stand. Oh. The rear camera lens is facing her. Troy notices her gaze and smirks.

Carrie exhales through her nose and stiffens her shoulders. She nods. Carrie feels him pull her hips backward toward him and feels a familiar shape press against her pelvis. Troy pauses and leans forward again.

"And if I decide that I need a little extra out of this deal? If I decide to deliver you to a client now and then to help me close a deal?"

Carrie's blood turns to ice. She tries to process the implications of Troy's words.

"Or if I decide to use you more directly? Have you ever considered a career change, whore?"

Carrie's freezes. She didn't expect this. But every guy has this fantasy. She forces herself to stay calm.

Troy notices her body language. He laughs. Then his voice turns cold again. "I'm not joking. I think I'm going to make some money on the side in this deal; you will be doing some hooking in the very near future. 'Whore' was not an insult. It is a description."

Carrie closes her eyes and drops her head again. When she had given you her promise, she'd thought she was prepared for anything. She had even been ready to whore herself out for you, not that you'd ever had had the balls to demand it. But Troy... Troy is so much more aggressive, so much more dominant in every way. Carrie now understands what kind of man Troy is and she knows that she won't get out of this with a shred of dignity. Carrie feels more wetness against her thighs.

She had just given Troy the promise. And Troy is a man, a real man, and he knows exactly what he wants and how to get it. Carrie feels her crotch get wetter as she understands what's about to happen to her. She twists her abdomen, not turning toward Troy, but toward his phone on the side table, exposing her breasts and her face directly toward the lens. She spits out her gag.

"No limits." She reaches between her legs, takes a hold of Troy's dick in her right hand, and places it directly against her pussy. She stares hard at the camera, almost as if you were standing right there.

"And, little Johnny? If you see this, I want you to know - I'll make sure he charges you triple. This is how a man uses a woman." She removes her hand, pushes herself back onto Troy's dick as he pulls her in by her hips, and raises her middle finger to the camera. "Fuck you, loser."