To Morwen

Morwen was in her room, scrambling back and forth, unable to sit or keep still. She paused, every few moments, to glance at the screen. Vid-cams had circled her poor friend, who was fingering herself in the middle of a public park surrounded by strangers who were ready to tear off her clothes and humiliate her in front of millions of viewers. Just another horny slut, they would call her. If she couldn't think of something soon, her O-face would be plastered across every meme board on the net. She bit her lip, watching her friends expression. Never mind, it probably already was.

She racked her brain. Punisher, fucking Punisher. Nothing she could say was going to get through, and there was no way to reach her in time. There was no one to call because frankly, who would want to help. It was only her. This was all on her.

She watched as one of the men grabbed her friend by the shoulders and yanked her off the ground. Stiletto moaned, and started grinding her ass into his groin. He let go, smiled, and feasted on the sensation of her round, perfect butt stroking him through his shorts. He raised his hands and people cheered. He grabbed her again and spun her around, then shoved her onto her knees. "No," Morwen heard her friend plead through the still active phone call. "I need you in me," she whimpered. "Fuck me, please. Fuck me!"

"When I'm good and ready whore," he spit, his saliva splashing against her forehead. He reached down and unzipped his trousers. Morwen suppressed a scream. The viewers were going to love this. Within moments his dick was out, already hard. Morwen watched as he grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her skull, and as her friend gleefully relax her jaw for what was coming. She couldn't help but feel a little hot herself, and realized a part of her really just wanted to sit down, crack open a bottle of lube, and fuck herself silly over the sounds of her friend lapping away at that thick meaty dick.

Her eyes snapped open. Fuck. This was it. This was fucking it.