[M4F] The Break-a-Bitch Club
Saturday, 8:24 AM
I yawned, blinking my eyes a bit as the sun streamed into the living room. The first thing I noticed was the empty beer bottles all over the table—the guys hadn’t cleaned up after themselves again. I groaned, rolling over and looking around for Luisa.
Luisa Valdez was the owner of the sofa I was currently sleeping on—as well as being our hostess and party favor for the weekend. Luisa radiated sex—an early-thirties Latina with a tight body, fat tits, raven hair and legs for days, it hadn’t been hard to see why she’d been picked to “host” our little get-together.
Currently, she was dangling from the ceiling by her wrists, feet a few inches above the ground. Her eyes were bloodshot—she couldn’t have gotten any sleep in that position—and it seemed a number of the guys had thought it was funny to write racist and misogynistic slurs all over her body in sharpie before leaving her like that.
A couple of the guys must have paid special attention to her fat titties the night before, because she winced when I reached up for one. Fortunately for her, I was still waking up, so all I did was grab a handful and gently swing her back and forth. “Bet you want to be let down, huh?” I asked, and she nodded (the ball gag someone had stuffed in her mouth had made sure she couldn’t talk). “Well, I have to take a leak, so how about we help each other out?”
The look of disgust flashed over her face momentarily, but the paces we’d put her through last night had clearly trained her well, and it was quickly replaced with an obedient nod.
“Good girl.” I smiled. “Long day ahead…”
Saturday, 7:45 PM
I poked Luisa with my foot and she groaned. I may have undersold the “long day” Luisa had in store a little—she’d spent the day shooting extreme dark web porno, stuff tailored for the most depraved fetishes out there.
The latest video had involved having her face submerged in a bucket of jizz, and held there as we made her drink enough of it to breathe again. She’d only passed out three times, which we thought was relatively impressive—most chicks blacked out six or more before they finished. Now she just lay on the ground, completely wiped, her mocha skin giving the impression of a glazed donut.
I poked our hostess with my foot again. “Hey.” I said. “Get it together…we’re throwing another party tonight. Bigger this time.” Luisa’s eyes opened slowly as she realized what that meant. Last night eight guys had gangbanged her—we planned on three times that tonight.
“No—no no no no no, I can’t…” She pleaded desperately, as I shushed her.
“You can. I’ve seen girls do it. But…” She was still shaking her head weakly as I held up her phone. We’d gotten the password from her during one of her marathon sodomy sessions, and used it to clean out her bank accounts. “If you want to invite a friend over to share the load…”
She didn’t even take a second to consider it. Any “friendships” the old Luisa had were secondary to getting through this ordeal alive.
“Y-yeah…” She exhaled. “Go ahead and call Cassandra…”
Sunday, 11:30 AM
Luisa was passed out on the sofa when I walked over. Her hands were ziptied behind her back, but otherwise we’d let her sleep since about 4.
Mostly it was a reward for picking a good “Phone-a-Friend”. Cassandra was an equally tall, fit, and busty redhead, and it soon became obvious that she could take even more punishment than Luisa.
Some gurgling and slapping noises were the only thing letting me know she was still alive. Somewhere in between when they made her drink from the toilet and when they shaved her bald, the guys had discovered Cassie was especially fun to chokefuck, and she’d spent the rest of the night getting railed up the ass with a belt around her neck. They’d marked tallies on her belly of how many times she’d passed out—last I’d dropped in, it was close to thirty.
I shook Luisa lightly and her eyes snapped open in terror, though she relaxed slightly when she saw it was only me. Not that I hadn’t participated in Luisa’s “holiday weekend”—but I wasn’t close to the most violent or sadistic of the guys there.
The house had been nearly stripped bare overnight; the party guests had taken literally anything of value inside. She didn’t even seem to notice though, just staring at me.
“Good news, Lu” I said, and she perceptibly relaxed for maybe the first time in 90 hours. Finally, this was all coming to an end.
“Remember Big Mike? He really liked you, so he’ll be taking you with him!” I smiled. Her eyes got big and she opened her mouth—to beg or protest, I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. I stuffed a dirty sock in there and slapped some duct tape on it, before grabbing her and frog-marching her off.
“Come on, let’s go see your new lover! Don’t worry—his last girlfriend lasted…nine months?” She started sobbing as I dragged her away to the rest of her life….
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Obviously, this will be a dark theme, but we can tone that lighter or darker however we like. If you’re more into girls getting gangfucked and left traumatized but alive, we can work with that. If you want to make it very extreme, we can work with that too.
My kinklist is very long long, so I don’t have a full chart. In terms of limits as long as it isn't incest or something with significantly older men, I'm probably down for it (or at least willing to try!) A couple of things I enjoy, though by no means is this expansive: bondage/BDSM, humiliation/degradation, fisting, rimming, raceplay, romance, and female partners-in-crime. If you want specifics on stuff I really like, I'm happy to chat!
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Hope to hear from you!
Posted May 7, 2025, 2:33 PM UTC