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The lock clicked open, and Lila practically barreled through the door, her travel-worn duffel bag hitting the floor with a heavy thud. I rushed to meet her, burying my face in the familiar scent of her leather jacket and faded cologne, relief flooding through me after seven long days apart.

"Missed you, baby," she rumbled against my hair, but something in her voice felt different—strained, almost wired. I pulled back to study her face, noting the dark circles under her eyes and the restless energy crackling through her tall, muscular frame.

That first night back, she was insatiable. Not in the way I expected—the tender reunion lovemaking I'd anticipated. No, she was hungry, demanding, her large hands gripping my wrists with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

"I want to try something," she breathed against my neck, her stubble scratching my sensitive skin. "Cuffs. Blindfold. I want you completely at my mercy."

I laughed, surprised but willing. "Someone's pent up from the business trip."

"You have no idea," she growled, and there was something almost pained in her voice that I mistook for **** need.

I agreed to everything. The heavy leather cuffs clicking shut around my wrists. The silk blindfold sliding over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The thorough, almost clinical preparation—her fingers working me open with more patience than she'd ever shown, stretching me carefully for what I assumed would be her favorite thick strap.

"I'm going to clean up," she murmured, her voice distant. "Be right back."

I nodded, a thrill of anticipation zipping through me as I lay back on the bed, wrists cuffed above my head, eyes blinded by the dark silk. I could hear her moving around the room, murmuring to herself, and the sound of running water. After what felt like an eternity, I heard her footsteps returning, the floorboards creaking under her sure steps.

And then, I felt it. The unmistakable heat and hardness of the strap pressing against my entrance, already slick with lube. I gasped, arching into it, eager to be filled, to feel that delicious stretch and pressure that I craved so much after a week apart.

But as she pushed forward, I realized this strap felt different. Bigger. Warmer. More... alive. I moaned as she slid deeper, my back arching off the bed, my wrists straining against the cuffs. Something wasn't right. This wasn't her strap, couldn't be. But before I could voice my confusion, she started to move, and all coherent thought fled my mind.

She thrust into me with a grunt, and I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls. Harder and faster she fucked me, each snap of her hips sending jolts of pleasure-pain radiating through my core. I could feel every ridge and vein of the impossible strap, could feel it throbbing inside me, pulsing with a heartbeat that matched the one between my legs.

Minutes turned to hours as she used me, my orgasm crashing over me again and again until I was sobbing and shaking, my mind blanking from the sheer intensity. I could feel my pussy clenching and fluttering, gushing around the thick intruder, my juices leaking down my thighs to soak the sheets beneath me.

And then, without warning, the blindfold was ripped away. Blinking in the sudden light, it took a moment for my vision to clear. But when it did, I found myself staring into the leering face of a stranger. A man, his eyes wild and pupils dilated, his jaw clenched with concentration as he loomed over me, pinning me down with his weight.

*"What the fuck?!" I screamed, struggling against the cuffs, panic rising in my throat.

I thrashed and fought against my restraints, my heart pounding in my ears as I stared up at the man in shock and disbelief. But before I could demand answers, my eyes fell upon a sight that made my blood run cold.

There, on her knees before him, was Lila. My girlfriend. My dominant, butch lover. And she had her mouth wrapped around the stranger's cock, bobbing her head as she sucked him with enthusiasm, her cheeks hollowing with the **** of her suction.

"Lila, what are you doing?!" I screamed, my voice raw with anguish and betrayal. "Get away from him! Get away from that man!"

But Lila just looked up at me, her eyes glazed and unfocused, a look of pure, **** lust etched onto her beautiful face. She popped off his cock with a wet sound, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the thick head, and grinned at me.

"Mmm, baby, you taste so good," she purred, licking her lips. "I missed you so much. I had to... I had to find a way to satisfy my hunger."

I stared at her in utter shock, my mind reeling as the pieces fell into place. The strange energy, the desperation in her voice, the way she'd acted so strangely since arriving home. She'd been fucked. Had been fucked for a week straight, by the looks of her, by this man and god knows how many others. And now, she was insatiable. Insatiable and submissive, the complete opposite of the dominant, confident woman I knew and loved.

"Baby, please, you don't have to-" I started, but my pleas were cut off by a strangled moan as the man behind me hilted inside me with a grunt, his hips slapping against my ass.

"Fuck, she's so fucking tight," he groaned, giving me a moment of respite before he started up again, pounding into my abused cunt with a renewed sense of urgency.

I could only watch in horror and despair as Lila worshipped the man's cock with her mouth, her hands, her tongue. I saw her shudder and moan as he called her a slut, a whore, a cock-hungry dyke who couldn't get enough dick. I saw her nod in agreement, saw the ****, starved look in her eyes as she begged him for more.

Hours passed in a blur of pain and **** pleasure, the man using my every hole, pinning me down and fucking me like the **** cum dump I'd become. I could feel my mind starting to fray at the edges, could feel the fight and the fire draining out of me with each passing second.

By the time he finally flipped me over and slammed into my dripping cunt, I was already a broken, shaking mess. I'd squirted more times than I could count, my pussy leaking and gushing around his pistoning shaft, my juices soaking the bed beneath us. I was a fucked-out slut, a set of holes for him to use as he saw fit.

And as he hiltsed inside me one final time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he pumped me full of his hot, thick seed, I knew I was lost. Lost to the sensation of being bred, of being marked and claimed and owned by this man. Lost to the depraved sight of my girlfriend licking up every drop of his cum, moaning with a desperation I'd never heard from her before.

I was his now, I knew. His second cum dump. The slut he'd earned after a long week of using my girlfriend as his personal fucktoy. And god help me, as I lay there, my womb flooded with his seed, my mind mush, I knew I would never be free. I would always be his. Always be his needy, cock-hungry dyke cum dump. Just like Lila. Just like the broken, **** slut I'd become.