Valerie Venus stood on the curb in front of the high-rise where she lived, with her Daddy, Victor. The girl's dark blue hair was tucked under a black LA Kings hat which she had on backwards, a few strands of her shiny blue hair dangled out of the front of the cap where the clasp was and swayed gently in the breeze. The hair darted back and forth over her narrowed eyes as she watched the driver load Victor's suitcase into the trunk of the cab.
"This matter is closed for discussion. I am going to handle this business abroad on my own and you need to stay here to focus on your academics." Victor said sternly as he turned to look down at Valerie.
The girl wore an annoyed scowl as she bit her lip in an effort to remain silent.
He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, a kiss that was quickly returned before he pulled away.
"You should smile. Your beauty goes to waste if you are smirking like that." Victor said, lifting Valerie's chin as he looked the girl in the eyes, kissing her gently on the lips again.
After that he climbed into the cab and departed without so much as looking back. Had he looked back, he would have seen Valerie growl as she kicked the big, blue mail bin that sat on the curb.
"Fucking prick. Going to talk to me like I am a child and treat me like that. The fucking nerve!" She hissed the words the way a kettle hissed steam when it had been left on the stove for too long.
A minute and a half later she was standing in the doorway of their luxury apartment, the door slowly closing behind her as she stared at the big, empty living space. She would be utterly alone for the next few weeks.
She walked briskly over into the kitchen and over to the well stocked liquor cabinet, swiping a bottle of vodka from the shelf before promptly pouring herself a generous glass. She sat down on the couch, glass of vodka in one hand, her phone in the other as she started firing off one annoyed text after another.
After that, she swiped over to her emails - there were messages from other performers there, schedules and bookings that needed to be taken care of. "And I'll have to schedule all of these myself while Victor is in fucking Europe, only giving a fuck about himself."
She took a big swig from the glass.
Valerie worked mainly as a camgirl, but shot porn, usually for other people's websites when the offers came. But usually it was Victor that dictated the work, set the meetings and arranged the bookings. Now she would have to do everything herself, on top of her workload from school.
"Ugh, fuck." Valerie tossed the phone down as she closed her eyes, trying to focus on breathing as she fought the urge to bury her face in the pillows and scream.
Her video chat tone began going off as she was in the process of raising her glass for another drink. She eyed the phone, knowing it was Victor and so badly wanted to ignore his call - but she didn't dare tempt the consequences of not answering.
She turned on the video call, but said nothing as she stared at Victor who was still inside the taxi as it headed to the airport.
"Go into your room." He ordered simply.
Valerie got up, her face already feeling hot from the mixture of anger and the warm alcohol as she moved into the hallway and opened the door to her studio. The room was dedicated to her cam activities, but doubled as a flexible space to shoot scenes with other performers for her online store. She flicked on the normal lamp as she walked in, when she was in shooting mode there was a separate set of colorful (and configurable) atmosphere lights that she used while shooting her material, or performing in live shows. She walked over to her sleek, white desk as Victor watched on the camera.
"Set the phone down and assume the position." Victor ordered.
Valerie's pale face flushed with anger, but she set the phone on a mount on the desk, where Victor could see her, before backing up against the wall. She unbuttoned the front of her frayed, very short jean shorts and then peeled them off, leaving her standing there in her thin, white tank top with the black cap on her head. Her thick, pale cock was waxed and completely smooth, her white skin practically glowing under the lighting as she stood there.
"You know what to do." He instructed.
Reluctantly, Valerie reached down between her legs and wrapped her slender fingers around her cock, gently pumping the limp, milky white flesh into a state of erection. As it stiffened it also swelled, showing off her thickness as the pale pink head shifted slowly to a shade of purple.
She bit her lip as she stroked her cock, the tip slowly starting to glisten with precum her hand slid up and down her hard shaft, her thumb tracing the thick, steadily throbbing vein that ran along the top of her cock.
"Say it." Victor ordered.
"My pathetic cock belongs to Daddy." She said, pumping faster.
She knew that to disobey was to face punishment, so pressed on - her thumb and index finger pinching the flesh beneath the head of her cock. She could edge for hours if she wanted to, but milking her glans directly like that was the quickest way she knew to blow a load. She reached down with her free hand, tracing her index finger up and down the tight flesh containing her heavy balls, squirming because of how much the simple stroking of her finger tip tickled.
"I'm a stupid bitch and I need Daddy to tell me what to do." She said, her fingers firmly digging into her glans as precum dribbled out, the creamy, white, girlcock milk contrasting with the swollen purple head as she squirmed and pinched more firmly.
She moaned quietly, her freehand moving from where she had been stimulating her balls to push beneath her thin tank top where she quickly began to fondle her right breast. Her fingers gently dug into the supple flesh as she massaged in a deep, circular motion.
"Nnngh." She moaned a little louder. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive, and getting them groped always got her hard and twitching. Her thumb brushed back and forth over her nipple as she began instinctively bucking her hips forward ever so slightly as she continued to massage her glans.
"Hurry, I have a flight to catch." Urged Victor.
Valerie was so pissed but there was nothing she could do. She dug into her sensitive tit and her cock even more firmly, all the while the fact that Victor was making her debase herself without even paying attention to her was glaringly obvious to her.
"Gonna cum!" She announced, her hand gripping her breast tight as the other tugged faster at her sensitive cock's flesh.
"Ruin it in your hand." Victor ordered.
Valerie shuddered and through sheer willpower removed her hand from her cock, holding it beneath the head as it erupted, the orgasm mostly sensationless as her cock bobbed happily up and down as it spurted several jets of creamy cum out and into her cupped, waiting hand.
She breathed heavily, slowly moving her hand out from under her shirt as she held up the other hand, covered with the thick, gooey, girl milk.
"Now rub your face in it." Victor ordered.
Valerie hesitated for a moment and then brought her hand up to her face, smearing the hot, fresh load across her face, leaving her lips and cheeks glistening when she pulled her hand away.
"Let that be a reminder of your place, little girl. I'll see you when I get home." He said before ending the call.
Slowly, Valerie clenched her fist as she slumped back against the wall. Somehow resisting the urge to smash her phone before she pushed off of the wall and headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
When Valerie awoke the next morning her anger was still smoldering like a small ember in her chest - growing hotter and threatening to turn into a scorching blaze at the first spark of provocation. She sat near the window, a cup of creamy coffee cupped in her hands, wearing just an oversized t-shirt, her legs tucked beneath her as she stared at the city below.
I should be in Europe right now, having dinner and seeing the sights. This isn't fair.
Her effort to chill out with a cup of coffee immediately fell apart when her phone beeped. And then beeped again. And again, as a number of calendar reminders chimed with a list of things that needed done. She looked down at her phone and clenched her teeth as she scrolled through the calendar - looking at all of the reminders that had not been set by her, but by Victor, and then synced to her master calendar. A list of contacts she needed to follow up with, bookings she needed to get down and scenes she needed to shoot.
"He'll make sure I don't get a moment's rest while he's gone." She grumbled and took a sip of her coffee. "This is bullshit."
Valerie had classes Monday thru Wednesday at the University, and though those days tended to stretch out and be quite long, it at least gave her a small window of time to complete her papers and other assignments. (Rather than being stuck with alternating work days and class days while fulfilling her other duties on top of it.) It was so hard getting into a sustainable rhythm when you had to shift gears so often. Today however, she just didn't want to be there.
She passed the time in one of her legal courses by staring out into space, her earbuds filtering out the discussion of professional accountability and replacing it with the erotic sounds of St. Vincent. With Annie Clark as her distraction she was able to drift through the two hour class without so much as wasting a single thought by paying attention. She was still seething as the class ended and her and her classmates shuffled out into the hallways, but managed to keep her anger down a couple of degrees shy of boiling over into a full on rage.
The loud music drowned out the sound of hundreds of students shuffling through the halls and down the stairs of the college of criminal justice. On the ground floor she slipped into the bathroom for a moment, and upon exiting, snagged the cord of her earbuds on the handle of the bathroom door, yanking them out of her ears. She clenched her fist, and for a moment considered letting out the word FUCK at the top of her lungs, but pushed down the urge as she forcefully wrapped the cord of her earbuds around her music player and shoved it into her purse while she headed for the exit.
Outside the air was warm and fresh, giving her a relief from the cramped interior of the huge building as she headed across the quad towards the coffee shop, but abruptly stopped when she heard a guy's voice.
"What are you, some kind of faggot?"
Valerie turned and among the people criss-crossing the quad, their heads tilted towards their phone and the people in various shaded spots handing out flyers for events or holding clipboards for any number of causes, she spotted the source. There was a short girl holding a clipboard close to her chest, she had short, spiky purple hair and a nose ring. She was wearing a frayed jean vest with a number of punk patches on it, but most prominently a trans flag stitched onto the breast.
"What the fuck did you say?!" The girl shot back at a short, skinny boy with a mop of dark hair on his head and not so much as a stubble on his soft, boyish face.
He looked very comfortable harassing a girl, but not capable of much else.
"Only fags wear that flag. Everyone knows there isn't such a thing as a girl with a dick, just dudes with tits. HAHAH!" His fucking laugh was as annoying as he was ignorant.
The boy saw Valerie in his periphery and slowly turned, glancing at her and then doing a double take as he turned his attention entirely to her. "Damn girl, where are you headed?"
"To my next class." Valerie lied with a peachy-keen smile.
"You're fine as fuck, you don't need school, any dude would jump at the chance to take care of you." He said, creepily looking Valerie up and down, his eyes lingering on her pale tits for a moment.
"Oh gawd." Valerie giggled. "That's so sweet!"
"Yeah… So are you." He winked. "Say listen, we're havin' a fuckin' rager tonight hosted by the Zetas, you should totally come check it out." He said, producing a crumpled flier from his back pocket and handing it to Valerie.
"Maybe I will, but only if cuties like you are gonna be there." Valerie bit her lip.
"Oh don't worry baby, you won't have to look far. I'll be there myself. My name is Ash."
Valerie's phone began to ring and she looked down to see that it was Victor calling.
"Well it was cool talking to you, but I have to take this, work is calling."
"No problem bae. See you tonight." He winked again and sauntered away and Valerie's entire face changed, she couldn't roll her eyes quick enough the moment the boy turned his back, causing the purple haired girl to laugh as Valerie answered her phone.
"Don't forget to get your bookings in order." Victor said curtly as soon as Valerie answered the phone.
"I'm working on-"
Victor immediately cut her off. "I don't need excuses, I need the calendar invites."
She clenched her phone in a deathgrip as the rage boiled over, and set the stove on fire. She looked down at the flier in left hand, an idea suddenly coming to mind. "I know just what to do."
"Have a good day baby." He said, and then promptly hung up.
"What a prick." The girl with the clipboard said as she watched the boy walk off.
"Preaching to the choir, honey." She said as she crumpled up the flier and tossed it over her shoulder. "Don't let assholes like that get to you. I have a good feeling he'll get his." She said, eyes narrowing as her lips stretched into an evil grin.
Zeta house was every bit the cheap-beer-having, ass-smelling shitshow that Valerie imagined it would be. There were about a hundred and some change people, loitering on the lawn playing beer pong, while loud music from a sound system hooked up to someone's phone bumped inside the house. The music was loud and shitty, which paired perfectly with the cheap, shitty beer. She wasn't about to complain though, as she wasn't there for the music or the drinks.
She arrived at the party around 9pm wearing a short jean skirt with frayed edges and a black leather belt covered with shiny stainless steel spikes. She wore it low on her hips, and paired with the cut-off black t-shirt with a dripping, red pentagram on it, it showed off her tight stomach, from almost the pubic mound up to the bottom curve of her breasts.
Her metallic blue hair was up in a high ponytail that swayed slightly as she walked, her clear pumps clicking on the sidewalk and she walked up the house with the open door and strolled inside. She wore a simple purse with the outfit, black and covered with studs like her belt, hanging off her slender shoulder with a long, thin chain.
Douche city.
She thought as she looked around. The parties she was used to were much more high scale than this. The situation was urgent, otherwise she'd never be caught dead in a place like this. On that note, she couldn't help but wonder how many times that had happened in the history of the dubious frat house.
Valerie only made it a little ways into the house, pausing to watch the people packed around a dirty looking pool table, a group playing on it while others crowded around pounding their red cups of beer.
"Damn baby, glad you came!" She heard the familiar voice call from behind her.
She figured it would be easy, but not this easy to find what she was looking for. She turned and flicked her ponytail as she smiled. "Hey! Thanks for the invite." She said, looking him over.
He really had a soft, punchable face. But that isn't why she had come.
She noticed him staring again, sipping from his red cup as his eyes ran down her flat stomach. She hooked her thumb into the short skirt, letting her digit pull it down ever so slightly to show off the slightest hint of the top of her smooth, waxed mound.
"Arencha gonna show me around?" She asked, forcing him to move his eyes back up to hers as he quickly nodded.
"Sure babe!" He said and quickly took her by the hand, leading her through the house.
There was nothing remarkable, just a bunch of messy, dim rooms packed to the gills with people drinking and dancing. The stairs leading up were cordoned off with a rope, but the ground floor was just packed with drinking and partying which spilled out into the front and back yard, the kegs in the kitchen being the most trafficked area.
"Fuck what a great party!" Valerie said, groping Ash's arm.
"Glad you're digging it." He said, leering at her as he had done earlier.
"It'd be a lot cooler if I could get fucked up." She said.
"Fuck let me get you a drink, here hold this." He said, handing her his cup before pushing through the crowd around the entrance to the kitchen.
Valerie's free hand casually dropped down to her purse and dipped into the small bag of little, white, round pills, pinching one between both fingers before she shifted Ash's cup to her other hand.
"Here you go. A cold one for a hottie." He said, holding out the beer for her.
"Oh gawd thanks!" She said, letting the pill slip from between her fingers and into the beer as she passed it back to him.
"Cheers." She smiled and brought the cup to her lips, pretending to sip from it as Ash took a swig from his.
"Hey that's not how you get fucked up. Let me see you pound it!" Valerie said with a giggle. And predictably he immediately brought the cup up again and started to chug the beer, quickly gulping down until it was all gone.
"Fuck yeah!" Valerie cooed.
"Argh! Wooo!" Ash crushed the fragile red cup in his hand before tossing it away.
"Guess you gotta reload."
"Fuck yeah, be right back babe." Ash said, elbowing his way back into the kitchen.
Valerie used the moment to tip her cup in the corner, the dim lighting meant no one would easily see her dumping it out. There wasn't a chance in hell she would drink anything offered to her within a mile of the frat house.
"Now where were we?" Ash asked, walking back over to Valerie.
She giggled and brought the cup up to her lips as if she were taking a drink and then licked her lips. "I think you were about to shotgun that fuckin beer for me." She smiled.
"Again? Damn girl, you like to party." Ash smiled and started chugging from the fresh cup.
"Well I thought this was a party." She giggled again.
"Oh it is!" Ash replied. He pounded most of his second beer and licked the foam from his lips as Valerie grinned.
"Damn you look so fuckin' hot tonight. I knew when I saw you that you're a freak." Ash said with a bit of slur which Valerie noted.
"Oh this?" She gestured towards her bare stomach. "Thanks, I did it for you. I was hoping that you'd notice."
Valerie brought the cup up to her lips, feigning another slip before she leaned in close, talking into Ash's ear so she could be heard over the loud music, her hand resting on his chest. "Say, is there a place we can go and get our own party started? Private?" She asked.
Ash couldn't hide his excitement as his eyes lit up and he quickly nodded. "Fuck yeah, I know just the place."
"Just the two of us though, I'm shy and don't want to be around other people." She put on the slightest little pout for him.
"Say no more babe, let's go." He took off towards the stairs with her in tow and he lifted up the little jury rigged rope that was a signal to keep others from going up stairs.
She watched as he climbed up the stairs ahead of her, wobbling ever so slightly as he led her into a hallway that led off to the brother's shared rooms.
"This looks perfect." She said, stopping in the doorway of a large bathroom as Ash stumbled back towards her.
"Dontcha wanna go in my room?" He said stupidly, starting to wobble.
"Nah this is perfect, come on." She said, stepping into the bathroom with Ash quickly coming in behind her. Once he was inside she shut the door and leaned back against it before twisting the lock with two fingers.
Ash awoke with a splitting headache in his room the next morning and quickly ran to the bathroom where he hugged the toilet bowl for a few minutes. His brain was super foggy, like he couldn't comprehend anything a couple of inches beyond the tip of his nose. His stomach hurt, but at the same time his midsection burned with a confusing, painful yet pleasant heat that he couldn't recall ever feeling before.
He moved over to the sink and sighed as he splashed water on his face, but when he lifted his head and looked in the mirror, he squinted at what he saw.
"What the fuck…?" He brought his fingers up to his lips which were smeared with a bright pink gloss. "Fucking lipstick?" He looked at the pink smeared across his fingers before grabbing a towel and roughly wiping his boyish face clean.
He exited the bathroom, still feeling sick and hazy, passing by a couple of his frat brothers who were carrying their bags and heading to a study session. "Hey I ain't no fuckin frosh, so whoever was pranking me is gonna get their ass kicked!" He called to them as they headed down the stairs.
"Good morning to you too dear!" One of the guys called back.
Ash walked into the room he shared with two other bros and sat down on his bed, wincing because his ass felt like he had pulled a muscle, it was painful, but at the same time warm, and tingly.
He looked around and found his phone on the floor where it had fallen off of the nightstand. He looked down at the texts he had from a number he didn't recognize, squinting at first before his eyes gradually widened with shock. There was a video of him naked, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with lip gloss smeared across his lips, enthusiastically sucking on a fat, smooth white cock as the person with the cock filmed in POV.
He froze in a panic, watching something he couldn't even remember play out on the screen as he pulled the throbbing cock from his mouth, slapping the stiff, wet member against his cheek and smearing around the lipgloss in the process. "I love dick sooo much!" He slurred. "Feed me that dick!" He begged before putting it back in his mouth.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He texted the number.
"It's called a blowjob, silly!" Was the reply.
"What did you do to me?!"
"I didn't DO anything to you. YOU did all the work… sucking my dick."
Ash felt a surge of fear rush up his spine, and then looked on as the next message popped up.
"So much great footage! I was waiting until you woke up so you could appreciate your handiwork before I uploaded it to FutaTok, so everyone can enjoy it. Not every day that a newbie goes ass to mouth on the first try!"
"Stop! What the fuck?!"
"Stop? That was my favorite part." The message was sent with another short video clip.
Ash watched as the fat cock he was sloppily licking and worshiping erupted with a huge load of milky cum, a single jet plashing across his face before he clamped his mouth down on it and greedily sucked. All the while the person getting sucked moaned loudly.
"Nnngh it's empty, you can stop!" Said the voice behind the camera.
"I don't wanna stop! I love dicks!" He moaned, sucking at the already empty cock for any hint of remaining cum.
The next text popped up as he watched the video play out again and again.
"I tried to stop you. You just wouldn't. This video is going to get so many views, it's gonna kill!"
Ash was frozen in terror, his thumbs moving more on instinct than effort as he texted back.
"I'm not a fucking faggot!"
"The videos beg to differ. I'd say you're pretty good at being a faggot or I never would have busted like that. Anyways gotta upload these. TTYL!"
"STOP! I'll do anything, please!"
"But you've already done so much for me. You swallowed my nut and made me some cute videos. You've done enough."
"I'm begging you!"
The space between his message and the reply hung over his head for what felt like an eternity before the next message finally popped up.
"Now you've got the right idea."
Ash's heartbeat was thudding in his ears as he read the messages, one final text appearing in the thread.
"Instructions will follow. And thanks again for making me nut with that warm little faggot mouth. But you didn't have to swallow. LOL"
Valerie brought the tip of her weed pen up to her mouth, slowly taking a deep hit from the piney, potent indica before she released the thick cloud of vapor from her pursed lips. The sensation of the THC taking hold of her body only amplified Ash's warm mouth which was bobbing slowly, but efficiently up and down her pale, hard cock.
She was seated on the couch in her living room with her black skirt pulled up, her legs wide with the feet planted firmly on the floor, and between them was Ash, breathing heavily as he moved his head slowly up and down.
"Don't swallow the spit. Let it build up in your mouth so it lubes my dick." She instructed, taking another hit from the little bejeweled pen. She blew the cloud of vapor right in Ash's face as he struggled to find a rhythm that wouldn't tire him out. Eventually he pulled Valerie's cock out of his mouth as he panted for air.
"Sluts suck it until they're told to do otherwise." She said, slapping him across the face. Not hard enough to do damage, just hard enough to let him know that she wasn't messing around with him.
He opened his mouth to protest and she shoved her cock inside of it, pushing between the boy's pink lips as she pushed his head down. "Learn to breathe through your fuckin nose." She scolded him as she pushed his head quickly up and down, the purple head of her cock jabbing into the back of his throat just enough to let him know that she was being gentle with him. And it could be so much worse if she wanted it to be.
She released the grip on his head and he began to move it on his own, adopting a less strenuous pace as he breathed loudly through his nose, fearful of removing the cock from his mouth.
Valerie groaned and pulled out her phone, turning on the video of Ash sucking her cock from the night before, the sound of sucking and slurping echoing from her phone's speaker. "Where is all that enthusiasm you showed last night? There is no way this video is ever going to get deleted if you can't convince me with your mouth."
Ash moved his head more quickly, his tongue clumsily moving around under Valerie's shaft. He was doing a good enough job, but it was nothing special. Yet.
She pushed Ash's head back, a thin streak of spit connecting his gasping mouth to her glistening cock as she took another quick hit from her pen. "Sometimes little faggots like you don't have their potential unlocked until they are fucked up on something."
"I'm not a faggot!" Ash immediately protested.
"I know what you are. And soon you'll know too." She said a hint of danger in her voice. "Take a hit." She ordered, pushing the tip of the pen to his lips.
Ash hesitated and then inhaled, he tried to pull away but Valerie put her free hand on the back of his head. He inhaled until his eyes went wide and began to choke, violently coughing out a cloud of the strong weed vapor as he gasped for air, his eyes watering.
"There we go. A nice little attitude adjustment." She said, taking a hit from the pen as Ash coughed and gasped for air.
He slowly regained control over his breathing, his lungs feeling like they were on fire and somehow, every breath he took to refresh himself only made it worse. His eyes were watering and red when Valerie pushed his head back down between her legs.
"Suck that girldick you fucking loser." She groaned.
Ash was groaning loudly as his lips slid up and down, caressing Valerie's throbbing shaft at a much more manageable pace. He was already doing better, amazing the difference a little bit of THC could make.
Valerie licked her lips and slowly laid her head back on the couch, letting out a quiet groan as she channeled her high into focusing on the warm, wet sensations tickling her cock.
"That's it slut! Keep going!" She moaned. It was mostly the drugs making her feel good, but his effort was putting him much closer to the drunken slobber monster he had been the night before. Repressed cocksuckers were usually enthusiatic like that.
Ash tasted her precum in his mouth. The tiny drops that held so much flavor that he couldn't help but brush his tongue enthusiastically against her swollen cockhead, desperate for another taste.
"Keep doing that!" Valerie gasped.
Her words sent a jolt of excitement through Ash that made him move his head up and down a little faster as he firmly lashed her throbbing girl dick with his tongue. It slid up and down her cock as he moved his head, brushing against her most sensitive spots.
Valerie took a quick hit from her pin and groaned as she bent her slender leg, putting it across Ash's shoulders as she forced his head down and immediately came.
"Fuckkk!" Valerie moaned blissfully as the pleasure washed over her, the feeling of Ash's mouth sucking so forcefully on her cock as she released a thick load into his mouth. She spurted again and again as Ash's mouth sloppily continued to suck.
Valerie let out a heavy sigh, her head swimming with the most pleasant, tingling sensation as she gingerly took another hit from her pen. She looked down at Ash, slowly pushing his head back and watching her glistening, and still throbbing, cock slide from between his lips as she blew the vape in his face.
"Open your mouth." She ordered.
Ash opened his mouth, wide enough for Valerie to tell that he swallowed all of her girlmilk.
"Wow! You are a little faggot, I never told you to swallow!" Valerie giggled as she mocked him and stood, doing a lazy, cat-like stretch as she sighed.
Ash stood, nervously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I'd say A for effort, but that would be a lie. You need some work if you're going to get up on the level you were last night." She grinned and held up the phone, the video of him sitting naked with her dick in his mouth playing on the screen as she taunted him with it.
"You said you'd delete it!" Ash protested, reaching out and grabbing the phone from Valerie's hand.
She responded with a lightning quick throat strike using the tips of her fingers. Blow landed in the soft pit of his throat and made him gag and gasp as he dropped the phone, Valerie catching it as it fell and as she stepped into him, pushing him hard into the wall and putting her elbow into his chest. Not to strike him, just to let him know that she wasn't fucking around.
"You try something like that with me again, you will fucking regret it." Her tone alone terrified Ash more than the sudden blow she had landed. "I said that if you behave, you'll never have to worry about the video again. Is attacking a helpless girl in her apartment behaving?"
Ash fearfully shook his head.
She eased off of him and glanced down at her phone. "You really are a dumb bitch. You think I would let you come over here if it was going to be that simple? This video is on my server, smash my phone if you want, the world will still know what a little faggy bitch you are."
"I'm-" Ash began to protest but Valerie sharply cut him off.
"You're whatever I say you are."
Valerie sighed and resumed her seat on the couch. She snapped her fingers loudly, pointing to the floor in front of her where Ash had just been kneeling.
Timidly, he resumed his position on the floor as Valerie took a long, slow pull from her pen and exhaled a milky cloud from her nose as she glared at him. After a few moments she held out the pen to him and he leaned forward and took another hit from it.
"Now, you're so fucking stupid that you think that you can smash a phone to get rid of a video, so I have to ask, do you know how to work a computer? Do you know what a U-S-B drive is?" She asked as if he were completely stupid.
"Yes!" He pouted.
She reached down into her pocket and tossed a little black thumb drive over to him, which he easily caught.
"What is this?" He asked.
"Homework. And I promise that if you don't study, you will NOT pass this course." Valerie grinned.
Ash looked down at the thumb drive and bit his lip.
"I told you before. If you behave, you'll never have to worry about the video again. I am good for my end of the bargain, are you?"
Ash silently nodded.
"Good. Your instructions are on that drive. I'll see you tomorrow."
Ash's heart was racing as he walked up the sidewalk towards the small sexshop that sat wedged in between a fetish shoe store and a lingerie shop on a busy city street. He rounded the corner, passing the sandwich shop before he saw the small row of adult shops nestled in among the more mundane shops and commercial spaces. The sex shop had black out foil on the windows, save for a small part over the doorway where a neon sign glowed from the inside. Framed in a warm, neon pink glow was the shop's name: Hollywood Holes.
He paused on the sidewalk and quickly looked around. It was early in the morning, so there weren't many people around, some of the early risers heading for work, that was about it. He pushed open the door of the sexshop and hurried inside. The door silently swung shut behind him as he stood there, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things on display in the small shop. There were porn magazines lining one wall, and on the opposite were stacks and piles of porn movies. The twenty year old's cock was immediately hard as he took everything in.
It was all so much, the experience scary, but somehow exciting as he walked slowly up to the counter. There was a slender man there with teased frost blue hair and tattoos all up and down both of his exposed arms. He was working through putting price stickers on a box of cock rings that had just arrived when Ash approached.
"What can I do for you?" He asked, pausing his other work.
"I uh… I'm here to pick up a box?" Ash said nervously, hoping that the clerk would understand.
Valerie sent him a list of orders he had to follow if he were to get the videos from the party deleted. One of them simply stated to go to the store and ask the man at the counter for a box. It was implied that the man would know what that meant. Ash couldn't help but feel timid about how strange the situation was, so he wasn't sure how to even react to anything.
The man snickered, it was subtle, but he still did it as he set down his inventory clipboard.
"From Valerie?" the clerk asked.
"Yeah." Ash replied.
The man shook his head, giving a knowing look as he reached down and pulled out a small plastic tub container. The container was dark red, while the hard plastic lid that clamped into place on the top was black. He set the container on the counter and pushed it over to Ash.
"One box."
"O-okay." Ash said, reaching out to put his hands on the box. "I can just take it?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's already paid for. If I were you though, I would get on whatever you're supposed to be doing." He said without elaborating further as he picked up the clipboard and continued to sort through the cockrings.
Ash wasn't sure what he meant, but he grabbed the container, surprised by how light it was, despite it being a decent sized storage tub. He carried it out of the shop and back to his car. About ten minutes later he was riding the elevator up to Valerie's apartment, the box in tow. The fact that it wasn't particularly heavy, while still being big made him kind of curious, but he dared not open the box as he was instructed not to.
His fear of being exposed was throbbing in the forefront of his mind, he wanted so desperately for Valerie to erase the evidence of what he had done. It was the only thing that drove him at the moment.
With the box in tow, Ash headed back out onto the street and back towards downtown where Valerie's apartment building was.
The trip was short, and Ash soon found himself lugging the plastic container out of the elevator and down the wide hallway towards Valerie's apartment. He paused at the door, but it swung open before he could knock, revealing Valerie who stood in the doorway wearing a black satin nightie set consisting of boy shorts and a halter top, and over it, a half opened satin robe. The black, shiny material clung to her slender frame and contrasted her milky skin quite delightfully.
"In." She ordered.
He obeyed and she closed the door behind them, striding into the adjacent dining area where her weed pen was lying out on the table, alongside a couple of boxes of cartridges containing different strains. She ignored him as she picked up a small white box with a purple stripe across the middle. She tore off the top of the box and dropped the small, square cart of amber liquid into her hand, holding it up to inspect it before she pushed it into the pen and then brought it up to her lips and took a hit.
She released a thick, milky cloud from her pursed lips that had a very fruity, and somehow pleasant scent to it. Valerie patted her chest gently, the first couple hits were always the harshest when you were breaking in a fresh cartridge.
"Did you do everything, exactly as you were told to do?" She asked as she turned her attention to Ash.
Ash felt a sudden jolt run through his chest, one he couldn't quite describe as he looked Valerie in the eyes. "Y-yes." He stammered.
"Living room." She ordered as she strode into the next room, pen in hand as she bent over to pick up a small remote from the table.
Ash's eyes were fixed on Valerie's pale ass meat where the high cut shorts rode up, revealing even more of her ass as she swiped the remote from the table and hit a button.
"I am sick of the fucking sun." She said as thick blackout curtains that were mounted to an automated rail slowly pulled their heavy fabric across the windows, gradually, and then completely drowning out the afternoon sunlight.
She turned and caught the stupid look on his face where he had been staring, she glared but said nothing about it. "Put the box on the table." She ordered, hitting another button that put on a dim set of multicolored mood lights through the living room.
"What is all of this -" Ash started to ask, but Valerie cut him off almost immediately.
"I didn't say talk." She glared at him, bringing the pen up to her lips as she took another hit, her eyes focused entirely on Ash as he set the big container down on the coffee table.
Valerie blew a cloud from the corner of her mouth as she held the pen up to Ash's lips. He hesitated for a moment and then took a large hit from the pen, immediately choking and coughing as he gripped his chest. It felt so incredibly harsh, even more so than he remembered, due to the freshness of the cartridge.
As he worked through the coughing fit, Valerie unclasped the lid to the container and set it aside on the table. Through watery eyes and his coughing, Ash could see that the container was filled with various sized packages wrapped in paper. He couldn't see what was inside, just simple brown paper, each identical to the next, save for size, shape and notably, a number on each parcel.
Valerie grabbed what she needed from the box, a small square package which she carried in one hand as she curled her finger towards Ash for him to follow. He walked slowly behind her, following her into her studio, which was lit up with a set of vibrant, multi-colored lights. They weren't like the lights in the living room though, these were brighter, made for filming and the lights slowly dimmed and then slowly brightened, making it feel as if the entire room were pulsating.
"Empty your pockets on the desk. Then take off your clothes and leave them in a pile on the floor." She ordered.
He opened his mouth, and then immediately closed it when he saw the way her expression changed. He put his wallet, keys and his phone down on the desk and then reached for his belt buckle, hesitating for a moment before he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
She noted that his pubic hair was buzzed almost clean, the way she instructed. An electric razor was tricky unless it was made for that area, it was never perfect, but did a good enough job. She watched his smooth balls tighten in the cool air as he pulled the t-shirt off over his head and tossed it down on the floor with his other clothes.
Valerie stepped towards him and reached down with one hand, gently cupping his smooth balls and running her finger up over his limp shaft as at the same time she put the pen up to his lips. He groaned quietly as he sucked down a small hit, coughing much less this time as Valerie inspected his smooth cock.
"Are you clean like I instructed?" She asked, gently dragging the warm tip of her finger down the length of Ash's shaft, making it twitch happily in response to her touch. One of her orders was to make sure his body was clean, inside and out whenever he was to meet with her, or carry out one of her whims.
"I think…"
"You better be. You don't want to know what will happen if you aren't." She warned.
"I just want you to delete-" Ash began, but Valerie cut him off almost immediately, her tone as sharp as the glare she gave him.
"We've already been over this. Do you think I'm a fuckin' liar?" Valerie asked, stepping closer to him. He instinctively stepped back, finding himself against the wall.
"No." Ash said, heart racing.
"I know what you want, you whiny little bitch. And you know what you have to do to get it, don't you?"
"Anything you want." He said fearfully.
"That's right. And what I want now is for you to turn around and put your hands on the wall." She ordered.
Ash swallowed and then turned, extending his arms and putting his hands on the wall, staring at the warmly lit, white wall as he waited for further instruction.
Valerie turned and picked up Ash's phone from the pile of his belongings, holding it in one hand as she picked up her own phone and pushed the devices together, screen to screen.
Cloning in progress. Read the message on Valerie's screen.
She grinned, setting the phones down as she turned her attention back towards Ash.
"Push your ass out, towards me." Valerie ordered.
Ash adjusted his body, the vulnerability of being in such a position made him terrified, and excited all at once as he slowly arched his back, pushing his ass out towards Valerie.
He felt a gentle hand on his supple ass, giving the warm flesh a firm squeeze. From there, Valerie's hands wandered up and down his smooth thighs, her hand reaching up to again cup his smooth balls and trimmed shaft.
He let out a gentle sigh, biting his lips as he tried to focus on the movements of her soft hands.
"Time for your first lesson." She said.
Ash didn't have time to wonder what she had in mind, as suddenly he felt Valerie's warm tongue slide right up his ass. His eyes went wide and he gasped as her hands gripped his cheeks, spreading him wide as Valerie lapped her slippery tongue up and down Ash's pink little love button.
He moaned louder as she shoved her tongue deep inside of him, darting it in and out as she applied suction to his sensitive flesh. He moaned louder, and louder as her warm hand reached up and tenderly stroked his smooth, swollen cock. It was already stiff, but grew harder and harder as she pumped it. Her fingers gently danced up and down his shaft as she sloppily ate his hole - her tongue darting and swirling relentlessly, leaving his pink little boi hole all slippery and shiny when she pulled away.
Ash was still moaning and staring stupidly at the wall as he felt something cool and smooth press against his hole. He almost tensed, but had no time to react as she pushed a small, smooth metal buttplug right up his hole. He groaned, his warm hole closing around the metal plug which ended in a cute, pink glass jewel that was heart shaped and glittered in the warm light of the room.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Ash whined, squirming as his hole eagerly ate up the small starter plug. "It feels weird!" He cried out.
"You had no problem taking my raw dick the other night. You'll live with a plug inside of you." Valerie said standing up as she gave his ass a hard slap. His meaty ass jiggled under the impact in the most satisfying way.
Valerie's dick was so hard that the smooth, purple head was glistening with the steady drip of precum flowing from her tight balls. She wanted to ravage him, but he wasn't anywhere near ready for that. She would have to be patient. Before long he would be nothing but a well-fucked fleshlight to be used on command. But not just yet, she had more work to do.
"Stand up straight, and put your hands behind your back, wrists crossed." She ordered.
He complied, standing up straight, pulling his hands away from the wall. He squirmed, the feeling of being plugged was so intense, yet not unpleasant. Just very new to him…
Valerie produced a pair of leather wrist restraints, they were black, well oiled and covered with shiny metal studs. The inside of the cuff was lined with pink, dyed rabbit fur and was incredibly soft. She fit the cuffs on him, which were joined together by a short chain, and then smiled as she turned him around, pushing his back into the wall.
She pressed her small, warm body against his, he could feel her raging hard cock pushing against his thigh from beneath her satin lingerie shorts. She pushed her breasts against him as she ground against his leg, letting him feel the throb of her stiff girlcock as she planted tender kisses on his neck, just below his right ear. Her hand moved down and grasped the shaft of his cock.
Ash moaned as her warm little fingers wrapped around his cock and gently gave his pulsating cock a squeeze.
"Repeat after me." Valerie instructed. "My pathetic cock belongs to Daddy."
"My pathetic cock belongs to Daddy." Ash swallowed.
Valerie grinned as she draped her free arm over Ash's shoulder, her free hand dangling down to gently rub the tip of her finger in a little circle around his left nipple.
She started gently pumping his cock as he followed her orders.
"I'm a stupid bitch and I need Daddy to tell me what to do." Valerie said.
"I'm a stupid bitch and I need Daddy to tell me what to do." Ash repeated. His cock stiffened noticeably in her hand.
"That's right." Valerie purred in his ear. "And who's your daddy?" She asked sweetly, grinding her cock against his supple thigh through her lingerie.
Ash's brain was like a soft ball of putty. It was sheer overload, the sensation of being plugged and the hot girl who he was terrified of, grinding against him and whispering sweetly in his ear. He hardly hesitated before he cried out like a submissive little bitch.
"You are!" He declared.
Valerie licked her lips and continued to pump Ash's cock, which was throbbing quite forcefully as her fingers danced gently up and down his smooth flesh. She gently traced her thumb around the head of his dick, making him squirm as she kept him pinned against the wall, still slowly grinding her cock into his thigh.
She nipped at his ear and grinned, her warm breath caressing his skin and making his head absolutely swim as she whispered to him through almost clenched teeth.
"Say it."
"Daddy!" Ash blurted out, his nipples rock hard as she idly teased them with her free hand.
"Good boy." She cooed. "Again."
"You're my Daddy!" Ash's mouth remained half opened from the intensity of his breathing, to say nothing of his frequent moans as she continued to torment his inexperienced body.
"Now let's take it again, from the top." She said, giving his cock a firm squeeze as she stopped stroking it. "Whose cock is this?"
"My pathetic cock belongs to Daddy!" Ash repeated, and as a reward, she began to move her hand again. This time, squeezing him more firmly as she gingerly pumped.
"Mmmhmm" She said, pinching his nipple, pumping his cock faster.
"I'm a stupid bitch and I need Daddy to tell me what to do!" Moaned Ash.
Valerie could feel his sticky precum building up on her fingers as she pumped him, he was getting close now. But too much precum would make a mess and change the sensation she was giving him, then it would take longer, and she didn't want that.
She moved one hand up to his shoulder and gently spun him around to face away from him. He hardly resisted as she moved him, and even less so when she pressed her satin-covered tits into his back, letting him feel her soft warmth, as well as the stiffness of her nipples. She switched hands, putting her clean hand around his cock as she continued to pump as at the same time she moved her cum-flavored fingers up and pushed them into his mouth.
He started to suck and lap at her fingers with his hot little tongue without having to be told to.
"Again." She whispered.
"My pathetic cock belongs to Daddy!" he cried, getting closer.
"This thing is going to explode." She grinned impishly.
"Please!" He moaned.
"Please what?" She asked, trailing kisses slowly up and down his neck.
"Please let me cum!!" Ash begged around the fingers probing his mouth.
"I never said you couldn't." Valerie laughed. "But you are finally learning, I see."
Ash whined as she pumped her hand faster, she was so good the way she moved her fingers up and down his shaft, giving her wrist a twist at the top of each stroke to make sure the head of his dick was amply stimulated.
She ground her hips against him, loving the way her high, hard cock was being endlessly teased by the grinding and grating of their bodies. There was an obvious wet circle on the front of her shorts from all of the precum she was leaking as she relentlessly pumped his twitching cock.
Valerie could feel her snare around him tighten and it reverberated all down to his pathetic dick, which was about to go off in her warm hand.
"Do it. Do it." She urged him on, not breaking her pace. "Are you some kind of faggot and can't cum when a girl plays with your cock?"
He tensed significantly at that and she made note of it as he moaned and squirmed.
"Fuck! Fuck!" He cried, his body tensing significantly as he reached the point of no return.
She had been paying attention to the signs, and at the moment he was about to cross the threshold in a warm, delirious orgasm, she promptly let go of his cock.
He arched his back in response, bucking his hips desperately for any sensation of continued pleasure as a thick rope of cum erupted from his cock and shot rather forcefully out, followed by another and another as he twisted around in his shackles and cried out.
There was a big, cummy mess on the floor in front of the panting boy as Valerie watched his cock continue to visibly pulsate, and then dribbled out cum as he breathed deeply in and out.
"I noticed when you whipped it out in the bathroom the other night." Valerie said suddenly as she pushed him off, any hint of tenderness evaporating instantly. "I just had to check to be sure, but I knew it when I saw it." She said, walking over to pick up the second, little paper bundled package as she tore into it. She sat down in her gaming chair with the package on her lap, her cock sticking straight up and really straining the little lingerie shorts as she snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot almost immediately in front of her.
"Knew what?" He asked fearfully as she stepped in front of her.
"This isn't really a cock, is it? I mean you have flesh and blood and veins, but clearly this isn't a cock. This is just a stupid little bitch-clit." She said disdainfully, flicking his messy and rapidly shrinking cock.
He opened his mouth to protest, but the expression on her face made him stop cold.
"Don't worry." She said, tearing off the rest of the paper wrapper from the little package and holding up a sleek, shiny, brand new pink chastity cage, size small. "This right here will correct the problem." She said, dangling it from her index finger.
Ash meanwhile, wasn't even sure of what it was he was looking at.
"It isn't a clit!" He protested, still very much dazed from, well, everything.
"Oh, but honey it is." She was on her feet in an instant and Ash instinctively stepped back away from her.
She reached out and spun him around, walking him towards her changing room where there was a changing mirror attached to the door. Ash looked at himself there, naked, vulnerable with his hands bound as Valerie stood just over his shoulder and grinned.
"This." She said, pulling down the front of her shorts, her meaty cock springing free, fully erect in all of her ravenous glory. "This is a real cock." She said, slapping her thick, hard dick against Ash's limp, spent cock. "What you have is just a leakly, little worthless clitty."
She gently stroked her cock, slapping it against his and letting the heft of it and gravity take care of the work. "I'm built to fuck, you on the other hand…" She flicked his cock with her finger and laughed. No worries, I can help."
Ash stared at the cock cage fearfully, still not understanding.
Sensing his hesitation, she grinned. "That is, if you want me to delete those files…"