u/CaptainGrav

The dark halls of Dryl were a winding maze of chaos for the pair of visitors navigating their way to Entrapta’s lair. Adora and Catra have both learned of this castle’s twisting paths and confusing route during the war, albeit seperately and at different times. Still, it’s bizarre labyrinth was not something they could get used too even if they were to have a map of this place. After about half an hour of searching and going by one picture of a cat, they finally arrived at the door they needed.

Pulling it open, the couple was welcomed to the wide open room with contraptions and robots spread throughout. Most were glowing with life, while others were on the ground in piles or scrap heaps, needing to be repaired or discarded a while ago. Entrapta was at the back of the laboratory tinkering away on something. She was totally oblivious to the two that were walking in until the door slid shut behind them. She grew aware of their presence, but before she turned to greet them, she carefully pressed a simple button on her desk, allowing the lock on the door to engage silently, trapping them inside without their knowledge.

She turned to them in her swivel chair, giving them quite the startle when they were met with bulging, excited eyes, “You’re finally here! Perfect! There’s no time to waste!” She declared in quick, concise breaths.

“No time for whh-aaAHT!” Catra yelped when the scientist’s purple hair wrapped around her waist, dragging her abruptly forward. A similar shout arose from Adora as she was captured by another strand of violet locks, yanking them both forward like they were on a leash. Entrapta glided in her seat until they were at the appropriate contraption. When they were settled enough to look at it, they each shared a look of nervousness and curiosity.

The machine was rather simple looking, an abnormality for Entrapta’s passion projects. There were two large plastic bowls that hung from a pair of flexible rods. They were upside down, and there were pieces of machinery inside that neither recognized. They were attached to a rectangular box in the middle, with a control panel that Entrapta was thoroughly engaged with. As she was still moving them with her hair, Adora had the room to speak, “This is the thing you wanted help with?”

“Yes!” The tech princess exclaimed immediately, leading the couple onto either side of her with the bowls right above their heads, “I’ve been needing help for this project I’m working on and after Scorpia I needed more data. That’s why you two are here!” She beamed, placing the bowls on their heads. Catra’s ears slid into custom holes that the scientist molded for her, which put her a little at ease knowing that the genius at least was considering the differences between her friends.

“Wait,” but then she took in the information that Entrapta said, causing her to look over to the tech woman who was inputting the final commands, “What happened with Scorps?”

“Oh,” Entrapta sputtered, out, hiding her face by burying it in the panel, “Her brain waves flatlined after the process.” She stated so matter-of-factly that made their faces pale.

“What?” Catra gasped, suddenly having an urge to break free from her friend’s vice grip.

“Yeah, that wasn’t a successful test run,” Entrapta commented, taking out her recorder, “But I’m sure this one will have better results. I learned a lot from analyzing what was left of her brain.”

Catra echoed something in pure terror, but Entrapta wasn’t paying attention. She just tapped the start button on the tiny device, “Project Headfree Servants Log 86: The subjects have just arrived for the second test run of the machine. I’m still working on names for it, as well as this project,” she stated, ignoring the resistance that was felt on both sides of her as the couple tried to scramble out of her grip, failing every time, “So far I have the Brain Scooper, but that is just too tacky. But name building is for later. For now, it is time to commence the experiment!”

“Wait! Entrapta you don’t have to do this!” Adora cried, but it was too late. The woman had already hit the button. There was a sudden prick that ripped into her ears, something sharp and piercing. On the other side, Catra’s flailing began to end as a similar sensation was felt, probing into her mind. Lights on the machine flickered to life as they were counting down to the end of the process. Entrapta felt them spasming in her hair grips, watching their twisting features as the probes emitted heavy doses of electricity.

They were screaming when they both felt a third and final prick in the back of their skulls. But something rested around the hole, remaining there as the final steps ran it’s course. All of a sudden, the crying stopped, and so did the struggle. Entrapta released them from her grip, observing their arms falling limp at their sides. They wobbled on their legs, but were otherwise completely stable as the domes came off their heads.

She described the success of the procedure itself through her recorder, gathering her thoughts while inspected the wobbling bodies of her friends. They shared a similar blank expression, eyes crossed and jaws hanging open. She noticed that blood trailed steadily out their ears and around the control stick that was now implanted into both of their skulls. She dapped a cloth over the red steams, making sure that she didn’t disturb the rods too much before stepping away.

“This is so exciting!” She squealed to herself, looking at the two lobotomized bodies idly swaying on their feet. After a minute of soaking the image in, she began the test run, “Adorabot and Catrabot,” at their names, the pair tilted their heads to gaze at the scientist. It’s working! She cheered in her brain, but continued on with a simple command, “Please discard all of your clothing and place them in organized piles based on type.”

With her request issued, she sat back and watched the way the pair of once lovers disrobe. Adora shrugged off her jacket like the original value she had for it just vanished. She didn’t blush when her partner shimmied her pants down her legs, revealing her gentle slit beneath. And Catra wasn’t flustered at all by Adora’s tits bouncing free from her white shirt’s absence. In fact, they didn’t interact at all aside from sorting their clothes. And it wasn’t much of a connection. Adora would place her panties on the ground, then Catra followed, setting them right next to the first one’s white underwear.

However, despite the dull emotions, Entrapta was ecstatic, chatting all about the movements they made and how they obeyed with just a simple order without any fuss. Before she even knew it, they stood before her in the nude, neither glancing at the other’s gorgeous body.

“Okay, wonderful!” Entrapta giggled with glee, thinking about her next request. Luckily, her stomach rumbled at that moment, giving her the next logical idea, “Okay, Adorabot and Catrabot, there are some tiny treats on my desk over there. Could you grab them for me?” She asked, knowing they couldn’t say no. To her absolute joy, the naked ladies walked over without a fuss, moving their limbs like they were machines. 

Entrapta observed from her position as the pair grabbed a mini cupcake each, then turned around to return to the scientist. When they were arrived, they presented the sweets to her, and carefully she plucked the tiny snacks from their hands. She slipped one into her mouth, tasting the icing with a delightful sigh, before her next order came to mind, “Alright, Adorabot and Catrabot, please get on your knees.”

Neither of the braindead bodies hesitated for a moment, with Adora’s breasts bouncing as she let her legs falter. She slammed against the floor, Catra following with the same lack of grace with the motion. After that, they stayed there, unmoving and unfocused, yet Entrapta knew their hearing was tuned perfectly to her voice, so she knew there was still some part of them active. Taking the opportunity to test other reactions, she grabbed an old horde baton, equipped with a slightly weaker taser to help with these experiments.

Holding it with her hair, she ate the other cupcake before putting her focus on Adora. The husk of her former friend was still upright and proper, though now instead of a girl needing to be the best for everyone else, it was just her standard as one of Entrapta’s bots now. The princess first started with tapping the end of the stick against her back, receiving little more than a breath of air from the blonde girl’s lips. Then Entrapta took a few observations when prodding her breasts, zapping them for three seconds each to see her reaction. The lightning burned her breasts, but otherwise she was still motionless. Same thing happened with Entrapta tapped the taser on her vagina, supposedly her most sensitive region. But Adora didn’t bat an eye at the arcing energy harming her. She was still, just as Entrapta had hoped.

Turning to Catra, she did the same tests, singing her fur and making a foul odor arise from the burn hairs. But with every testing attack, the magicat showed the same response. Which was nothing. Her posture was similar to her partner’s for once, no longer relaxed or slumped over, though it wasn’t all her choice anymore. Entrapta giggled with glee when she finished her tests, ending it by just sticking the baton up the feline’s entrance, letting it sputter inside her while Entrapta determined the next order.

“Log,” Entrapta hummed into her recorder, her enthusiasm evident, “All tests so far have ended in resounding success. Just one more I want to do before considering this a victory for scientific advancement. Alright, Adorabot and Catrabot,” she addressed the bodies, “Please kiss each other.”

It was a simple request really. One that Entrapta made to be simple as a start. Just one interaction of two bots together. She hadn’t tested it before, but knew it would be key to having them as perfect servants. So when she saw Adora and Catra lean in, she was bracing for the connection, and the declaration that the experiment is a success.

However, smoke began to rise from their implant sticks, making them pause right as they connected lips. Entrapta noticed, but before she could even try and stop it, it was too late. The sticks caught fire, overloaded by the request and burning what was left of their brains, cooking it up like scrambled eggs. Their hair burned away from the flames, Entrapta reaching for a fire extinguisher while the bodies toppled over and fried. By the time she managed to dose them in the foam, the devices, as well as the brains they relied on, were beyond repair.

Disappointed, she addressed the results in her log, “It seems that bot-to-bot interactions require a better processor and battery to handle even simple tasks,” she said, turning and letting the bodies of her once friends, once subjects, and now just corpses on her floor remain as she went to her desk, typing up her needs as she spoke them, “I’ll need to update the software for them as well before I try another batch of subjects. Perhaps I can get Spinnerella and Netossa to assist me next time!”

Author's Note: This story takes place in my femdom casual snuff world known as Lady's World. You can find the worldbuilding and other stories available here!

ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18

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The blonde beauty didn’t know what hit her. She was just strutting down the street, power gracing her every step, when a man on the street grabbed her, yanking her by her collar into the decrepit alley way he had stalked her from.

The house was quiet around Bruce. With his dear beloved away for a business trip, and his daughter still at school, working earnestly for that degree, the man hid away in the master bedroom with his laptop open. And on the page of the document he had open, he was typing away his selfish, forbidden desires like they were free.

*She screamed as the mugger grabbed her by the throat, tossing her to the ground.*

*Unable to stop him, the woman felt him ripped her pants down, tearing away her panties and pinning her in place. She pleads and begs for mercy, but the man has none. He slams his member deep inside and pounds her hard into the ground.*

Bruce was enthralled with the story he was drafting, lost in his head as he crafted the scenes. He knew he probably shouldn’t be so focused, but at the moment, he couldn’t care less. He loved his daughter and wife dearly, but surely they would understand his need to vent this out. He was never going to post this anyway. Just file it away under his secret folders, only to breach the surface when he wanted to reminisce.

*The mugger pulled the girl’s hair back, using it like a handle bar as he throat fucked the bitch. She scowled and cried, but couldn’t resist his motions with the gun pressed against her head.*

*At any moment, he could pull it. It could go off. She felt his cum gurgling down her throat, and then-*

“Hey dad!” A chipper young woman sprung up behind him, grabbing his shoulders and making him scream. Snapping him out of his focus so wildly nearly made him fall over in his chair if it weren’t for the girl preventing that from happening.

“Goddess!” Bruce exclaimed, clutching his chest to feel his rapidly beating heart. His eyes were wide and he jerked his gaze over to the giggling teen that had found a place beside his chair, “Cassie, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“It would be wrong if I didn’t try!” She laughed, lightly punching him in the shoulder so brazenly. He winced, clutching the spot as she got out her chuckles.

As he rubbed the light bruise, he took a look at his lovely daughter. She was as striking as her mother, Bruce would always say, and it was always true. Her silky black hair draped elegantly, framing her face as it went down her body. She wore a casual fit, with her shirt being of one of her favorite online bands, Huntr/x. He didn’t know much about them, except that she was an adoring fan with posters and figures in her room, and that she talked about them and their movie whenever she got the chance. Apart from that, she wore a black denim jacket and pants to match, along with fierce looking stilettos, that made her presence known wherever she walked. Though, even their loud taps didn’t seem to get through Bruce’s writing mindset until she was right on top of him. Speaking of, “Aren’t you supposed to still be at school?”

Cassie shrugged, leaning against the chair, “We got to go early today. Apparently the film students are doing a movie for Halloween and need the entire campus for the day,” She explained casually, “Since most of us are already ahead in classes, the admin didn’t see a problem with it. The boys had to stay behind, but I guess the film students were counting on that.”

“Oh,” Bruce chuckled nervously. He could already imagine a few families wouldn’t be getting their men back today when those students were done filming. He almost went that route himself during his schooling years.

“So, what does a househusband even do without his wife or daughter around?” She hummed, looking him in the eye.

“O-oh, you know,” Bruce stuttered, suddenly wracked with nerves as he remembered what is currently on his screen right now. In an effort to keep her from glancing that way, he tries to answer, “C-cleaning, preparing meals. All the sorts.”

“Uh huh,” Cassie muses, and Bruce braces for her focus shifting away from him. They landed on the screen, and he could feel her freeze up around him, before leaning in for a closer look, “W-wait-” he tried to stop her, but a hand pressed against his chest suddenly, pushing him aside so she could fully look at the document displayed. He rolled away a foot or two on his swivel chair as she read, going completely silent for a long second. Then, Bruce heard a short laugh, then felt her eyes turn back towards him again. This time, it was like a lynx sizing its prey, and it made his blood run cold, “Oh you stupid, stupid man.”

“I-I can explain-”

“Explain?!” Cassie exclaimed, swiping her hand across the desk and sending the keyboard and mouse into the neighboring wall. The plastic tops clattered to the ground as she stalked towards him, the confidence turned into an aura of power she stoked with every step, “Explain how you feel on the inside about women? Explain how you write us as weak, pathetic things for men like you to rape as you please?!” She hissed, stomping against the ground. Quickly, Bruce scrambled out of the chair, falling to his knees in an attempt to receive mercy.

Then, she chuckles. A dark, angry laugh as she muses over the situation, “Oh I thought mom claimed someone with a brain. You were doing this out in the open?” she hummed, stopping right in front of him and looking down, “You didn’t even bother to lock your door? And you used the computer that mom uses for work? You know she can just browse her folders and find this shit, right?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Bruce whimpered, and the sounds were so pathetic that they made Cassie soften her heart just a little bit. Making her first touch on him being a tiny pat on his forehead, before gripping his hair and yanking it back.

“Oh, you’ll be more than sorry, daddy,” she snickered, “Stay like this. Surely you can follow orders a mutt can do with ease,” she demanded. Without hesitation, Bruce shut his lips and nodded, fear evident in his features, “Good puppy. Now wait here. I’ll be back in just a moment!”

She doesn’t go far, just over to her mom’s side of the bed. She leans down at the nightstand, opening drawers while humming a tune. Bruce doesn’t move an inch since she parted, his heart racing the longer she is away. She made a cheerful sound when she found her prize, lifting it up for the man to see. His face paled, finding his wife’s thick, black strap in his daughter’s hand. She chuckled at his terrified eyes, “You and her are familiar with each other, I assume?” she teases, then sets the toy down on the bed, reaching for the seam of her pants.

Swallowing down a gulp and his pride, he nods. Cassie chuckles, “Figures. You know it was mom who taught me everything I know,” she explained, dropping her pants and underwear. Her bare pussy should’ve enticed most men, it was one of the finest sights one may behold. But Bruce knew better. She didn’t want to get her pants stained in red, “What is it now?” She asked rhetorically while wrapping the straps around her, “Fourteen boys at my school that have faced my wrath? They always think they can just break a small rule or be disrespectful to the teacher with a small remark, and believe they can get away with it. So rebellious…” She trailed off, tightening the ends and securing the toy to her body.

She then walked over again, every step she took feeling like a step on Bruce’s heart as his darling daughter approached, “And you know what happened to them?” She grabbed his chin, yanking his gaze up to hers. It was brewing with rage, “I took them right there, in the middle of class if I had to. I showed them what those simple rules they overlooked meant. It gave me less of an excuse to fuck them in front of everyone and bash their brains out for an anatomy lesson!”

Her hand grew softer, brushing his cheek delicately like he was made of glass. Bruce knew the gentleness was a lie, and would soon pass as her instinctive correctional side superseded her love for him, “And if I would do that to classmates I hardly know in public, what do you think I’ll do to you, daddy?” Her question was rhetorical as she gave him a slap, making him aware it was time to stay quiet. She smiled, then grabbed him by the collar, “There’s a reason why momma made me the woman of the house while she’s away.”

She pushed him backwards, sending him crashing to the floor. He hit his head with a bang, and without a moment to lose, Cassie was on him immediately, grabbing at his nice pants. She dug her fingers into the fabric, before yanking it in opposite directions. The rip sounded throughout the room as she then did the same to his boxers beneath, watching his mighty member slump outward. She chuckled, “She only ever needed this to have me,” she mused, smacking his length to make him yelp.

“Sweetie… I’m so-” Bruce tried to say, when his daughter quickly threw her fist at his balls to shut him up. He squeaked, doubling over in pain.

“You keep saying that,” Cassie growled, twisting his sack around playfully, listening to his pathetic cries, “‘Oh I’m sorry I’m such a stupid man,’” she mimics a deep, yet pleading voice, matching Bruce’s tone as best she could, “‘I’m sorry I write femsub fanfiction and don’t even bother to lock the door when I do it. I’m such a pathetic bitch. I’m sorry.’” She continued to taunt him, focusing only on his quivering voice and pulsing balls as she rubbed them between her fingers. She hummed, returning to her natural octave with a bitter voice, “They all say it at one point or another. But to hear it from you,” Without warning, she twisted his testicles, listening to them roll dangerously to their limits and then hear his strangled scream from the tension.

“I love that sound,” she commented, completely ignoring the man's pain. She lifted his injured sack up, then slipped the head of her strap underneath, searching for his hole, “A boy’s screams are so wonderful, no matter the age.” She felt her waist sink a little once she found his quivering hole, and as if on instinct, his legs spread more ever so slightly on their own. She retained her sly smile as she began to push, trying to force her way in, “It’s honestly so surprising you have it in you to write shit like that,” she chuckled, her attempts to breach him becoming more easy as she managed to put an inch inside him, making him wail, “Given momma trained you so much. So much so you know just what to do. So much so,” She leaned in, wrapping a hand around his throat and giving it a gentle squeeze, “You haven’t even whimpered about the lack of lube you're about to be facing.”

“Ahh~ Sweetie-” he moaned weakly, before the pressure on his throat made him shut up. She teased his adam’s apple, rolling her thumb across it while she slid her strap deeper into his recesses, making him squirm.

“Shhh,” Cassie hushed him, her red eyes darkening with desire, “No more of that, daddy. You're just a toy now. And toys don’t talk unless I want them to,” She was about halfway into him, but decided he could handle the rest, as she quickly pulled back by a single inch just to slam right back in like a battering ram. She speared his ass hard, her waist smacking into his balls as she grinding her strap hilt deep into his precious hole. She tightened her grip, relishing his whimpering cries that were strained to get out. 

With that, she got to work. She pulled back, pulling his flesh with her as she retreated from his hole. Then, all at once she impaled him again, holding his neck tight for leverage. She rocked her hips, humping deep and fast into him without a shred of mercy. Her eyes watched him like a hawk, catching every wince of pain and small glimpses of pleasure he was forced to release. It was fun to see him trying to hold back from enjoying this, when she knew damn well he was a professional strap slut for mom.

But with every rough thrust of her hips, his resistance was slowing. His cock bounced on his stomach, slapping while she hammered into him. It leaked precum like it was an endless supply, betraying the facade of fear he was still holding to. She wanted to see him break, be her little naughty puppy that loved her violent act. Cassie held nothing back, making his hole bleed from the friction she delivered in mighty slams. She let out her red hot rage on her dad, until he was unable to mask his noises.

“That’s right,” She cooed when she first heard his throaty whine, riveting through her ears as he looked on with a heated desire he’d been hiding away, “Take it, bitch,” she made sure to get more of his grunts and whimpers out, listening to each pathetic moan until she was satisfied, and she wasn’t satisfied easily. Her hair whipped back and forth just as rapidly as her hips. She hissed, digging her nails into his skin and choking him ever further, all while watching his reactions closely. His eyes were starting to roll back, and that’s when she knew it was about time.

With her other hand, she went back to his balls, and gave them one last smack. It sounded like she shot a gun in the room as she busted his sack, getting them riled up enough to release their stored up cum. Bruce sputtered all over himself, spraying across his chest in thick ropes of seed. Cassie cheerfully watched him squirt his load, all the while slowly pulling out, leaving him with an empty feeling only she could fill.

She wrenched her shaft out of him roughly, earning another shocked gasp from her father as she brought the rubber shaft against his own fleshy variant. She stroked his oozing member and hers together, careful to take some of his leaking cum and wiping it on her dildo. It was the most tender she had been with him this entire time, and it was still suffocating to feel his member squeezed so tightly, as if she was trying to strangle it.

Only when she felt the last of his spunk leave him did she part ways, but only with his limp shaft. Feeling disgusted at having to touch it to begin with, she rubbed the rest of her strap against the wet splotches of his cum all over his chest, getting more to completely glaze her toy over. Bruce was panting, overwhelmed and exhausted from the events to stop her, even when she eventually turned her body around so her strap was right above his face.

At first, he expected her to take advantage of the gaping mouth he had, completely exposed and vulnerable to attack. However, he froze when he suddenly found himself staring directly at the cum covered tip. Cassie could see his sudden turmoil, guessing exactly how this was about to go by the way he locked up, sobering from his post-climax high at a rapid rate. She grinned, watching the terror trembled down his body, “If it’s really something in your head that’s wrong,” she pressed the filthy end to his eye. It pushed against the organ until it popped, making him roar out as goo squirted from his socket, “Then I’m make sure to fix it for good, daddy~”

Bruce screamed with all the energy he had left. It was loud, strained, and only served to encourage Cassie more. She slammed into his skull, drilling deep as she felt him spasm beneath her. She held him down while thrusting her shaft through his brain, tearing chunks out of place for good. In the blurry pain he was dealt, Bruce shot a second and final load of cum, his tip flaring up and bursting with his thick fluid. Cassie admired the sight while holding him down, listening intently as his cries for mercy became nothing more than gibberish, and continued descending from there.

“That’s right,” she hummed, feeling her own climax coming on as she bucked into him, “Go to sleep, daddy. The succubi of Gloria will take care of you~” She mused, feeling her father’s fight losing strength and effort. From thrashing around so much she had to hold him there by force, to lazy movements of a dying man who was beginning to forget his own name. Luckily, with how much anatomy she’s been exploring, she knew just the right angle to send him off for good. She drove into his brain stem, the rubber end damaging it beyond repair.

All at once, his body fell limp before her, a final groan leaving his lips as he was paralyzed, and the remnants of his brain soon followed into the stillness. Feeling his life leave him, Cassie couldn’t help but cum right in her momma’s strap. The feeling of snuffing a man out would never grow dull for her.

As she settled, and the damage had been done, Cassie unfastened the harness, slipping out. However, once she was free, she turned inward, covering her dad’s head and tightening it against his eye. She left it there while grabbing her phone, posing with his corpse to snap a handful of selfies, the best of which she sent to her mother.

Penelope didn’t expect to find her dead husband next to the culprit of their daughter smiling brightly when she opened her phone after the meeting, but a smile came to her face seeing her strap in his eye. She couldn’t be prouder of her child than in that moment, especially after hearing what she found Bruce doing. That stupid bastard just never learned. They had a good conversation together once the excitement passed, Penelope talking about the new deal she just struck, and then she read from Cassie about her wonderful day at school. Bruce, just like most men they’ve snuffed, became just another distant memory for mother and daughter, as they went on for hours while he wasn’t even a footnote in their conversation.

When they were done though, Cassie had one last thing she needed to do. She looked over the open document still on the computer. The words typed across the page disgusted her to no end, and every line only made her more angry at the corpse behind her. However, rather than just deleting the files, of which she found dozens of stories, she chose to edit the current doc he was in the middle of writing. Rebuilding the story in a better light, one far from the degeneracy that her father once had done. 

That dumb thug didn’t expect what was about to happen. In his insolent head, he thought that the girl he’s been stalking for the last few minutes would be an easy score. A quick job to get some relief. He tried to grab her and drag her into the nearby alley, but she was far too strong to submit to something like that. She slammed her head into his chin, knocking him back and leaving room for her to move.

He screamed as she grabbed him by his throat, digging her claw like nails into his skin. She dragged him like that into the open, the street lights casting their light over his strained face as she tossed him to the curb.

He tried to get up, only for her to press her heel into his neck, holding him there as she ruthlessly stomped on his groin. He wheezed out a cry as his balls were crushed, the pain rippling through his body as she beat him mercilessly for any passerbys to see. In the grand finale, she raised her heel, then sent it flying into his forehead, busting his brains open right there on the sidewalk. When she was done, she simply walked away, leaving him as a reminder for any maleslut who dared try and treat a woman like their object.

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New Worldbuilding Fun Fact: Like how men used to have their Man Caves, women have spaces to have a break from their family or enjoy with their friends. They call them Lady Lounges, which took the place of Man Caves after men lost their rights to privacy. They are significantly more refined, with many having a cocktail bar, regular cleaning service, and much more to keep it in tip top shape for when the woman of the house or her daughters need a quiet space to relax. Men are generally forbidden from entering a Lady's Lounge, with the rules for them being set by the woman of the house herself.

The evening was beginning to set in as the tea in Callie’s cup ran cold. She was often drawn so much into her work that sometimes finishing her drink was a challenge to behold. But she was doing so good on this design. The elegance of the dress she was drawing was turning out better than she expected, and she was fully engrossed with keeping the flow and adding details she felt complimented the outfit.

She glided her pencil across the page while she sat in her chair, dressed in just the oversized shirt of her fiance and panties. Equipped with lavender fuzzy socks on her feet, the bedroom around her was a faded memory as her passion took over. With every stroke, she was growing more and more sure that she just HAD to make it a reality. Perhaps surprise Victor with it one day before giving him the date night of his life. She was accompanied to this blissful state by her speaker, filling the space with the ambience of some Low-fi music from a random playlist she fell in love with. It was a calm serenity as she delved deeper into her work, turning dreams into reality on the page.

BANG!

Her peace was interrupted with a loud noise to her right, making her yelp in terror. Whipping her head around, her eyes landed at her doorway, which was initially closed, was now open with a man standing tall, glaring down at her from his black ski mask. The door he kicked open rattled against the neighboring wall as he marched in, taking advantage of her stunned state by getting up nice and close. His footsteps were heavy as he clamped a hand down on her shoulder, and ripped her out of the chair like the connection offended him.

She stumbled to the floor, gasping at the rough manhandling. She tried to crawl away, only for a boot to hook itself around her stomach, flipping her over onto her back. She struggled to get free, when she finally looked back up to the thug. Her eyes widened and she froze at the sight.

Staring right back at her was a handgun. It’s black frame matched the rest of the man’s dark clothing, and it came with a silencer attached to the muzzle, the long tube extending the pistol focused right on her fallen figure. Callie knew her way around a gun, but that knowledge came with a curse knowing the times it was a lost cause to flee for help. And this was one of those times. There wasn’t anything under the bed she could use to save herself in time. Just one click, and she’d be lucky to just cough up blood for the next ten minutes.

“Get up bitch!” The man’s gruffy voice growled, whipping the gun up a bit to affirm his order. Not wanting to test him, she scrambled to her feet, slipping with her socks a little on the way up. When she was standing, he gazed at her for a minute. After a while of the intense stares, possibly at the two peaks of the shirt she was wearing, he grumbled, “Lose the clothes, sweetheart. Get in your natural fucking element.”

With her hands shaking in terror, Callie forces her fingers to move down to the hem of her shirt. As she peeled it up, it caught on the underside of her breasts for a moment. They were contained like that for a moment before she moved the shirt passed them, giving the intruder a wonderful sight when he watched her tits drop and bounce like basket balls on her chest. He licked his lips while she tossed the article aside, the chill of the room hitting her bare skin. The hair on her arms stood tall as her vision blurred with saline.

She knew it was not over, however, and worked to quickly remove the rest of her apparel. She slid down her panties, ignoring for a moment how wet they were and how stick her thighs had become. She peeled one of her socks off, but when she got to the other, she heard him grumble, “Keep that one on.”

The demand left her to freeze, then slowly move her hands up, raising them above her head. She whimpered, shifting her legs back and forth while the man gazed at her. His eyes trailed her curves hungrily, making her hairs stand up on their ends. She whimpered as he got his visual tasting, and then changed his focus on a physical examination.

His gloved hand found her body quickly. He rubbed her stomach gently, making her sigh at the perfect motion before he hit her with a loud slap to her breasts. They swung violently in response as he continued to probe, pushing his fingers against her body like he owned her. He smacked her ass, ran his hand through her hair, and whenever she fidgeted, he would jab the barrel of the gun into her belly button, keeping her alert and still for his inspection. She froze, allowing him to rub his hand into her pussy, gathering her wetness on the surface of his covered fingertips.

“Fucking horny cunt,” He gruffed, stepping back once he was satisfied with his tasting. She waited for what he would do next, and got her answer when he began to unbuckle his pants. Callie gasped as he brazenly pulled them down, along with his briefs to let loose his cock, hanging between his legs. It was almost at full mast, and Callie’s heart raced upon seeing it, knowing where this was headed, “You like what you see?” He asked, raising his gun higher.

“Y-yes!” She rushed out, stuttering hard as she raised her hands, “It’s very good looking!” She forced a smile, trying to act civil.

But the reaction she gave didn’t appear to be what the man was looking for. He just rolled his eyes and huffed, “That was pathetic,” he complained, then aimed for her chest. She could barely get a squeak out before a pop registered, and the side of her right breast was splattered in red. In quick succession, he added another two, one red splatter to the center of her chest, and a final one right on top of her left tit. The force of the hits send her back, dropping right onto the bed with a gasp.

She bounced on the mattress as she looked towards the sky with horrified eyes, her breathing appearing like a great struggle as the red trickled away from the source. She gasped, moving her limbs weakly as she incurs light spasms. She didn’t even have time to assess her own damage before the thug climbed on top of her, straddling her hips and spreading her legs graciously.

“Filthy snuff slut,” he insulted her in her wincing face, before slamming his rod inside her. His forceful entrance hit her with a way of pleasure, Callie trying so hard not to moan at the sensation as the man bucked his hip. She could feel his breath on her as he slammed forward, striking her gspots perfectly. Her legs were flailing beneath him as he took her with everything he had. And all that time, the red on her chest kept spreading, covering her torso in the hue as her breathing slowed.

He watched as her eyes slackened before going fully at it, his balls slapping against the poor bitch’s rear like he was playing the drums. He was a beast, grabbing her fiercely by the hips and drilling into her without a care in the world. She was his toy to use, and he was determined to make her last moments count.

Grunting heavily, he bruised her entrance with his ramming as she faded, her tight hole egging him on to his limit. It was irresistible, and he couldn’t get enough. And to hear her strangled breaths as he pierced her folds with a brutal pace made him roll his eyes back in relief, her sounds of desperation driving him made. Eventually though, the fight in her drained, and he got to watch her fall limp beneath him, making her more malleable to the assault.

She shifted below, but all that got through was a faint wheeze as the thug began to pace himself, feeling his orgasm coming. With her no longer responding, he was determined to make his final effort glorious. He grabbed her shoulders, folded her up, and drew his hips back. Then, he growled, spearing her entirely in just a second of time. In the same breath, he ripped his way out of her, just to dive right back in. The sound from hitting each other sounded like a clap, applauding him as he railed her corpse at a feverish pace, dominating her to his absolute limits.

His brutal pounding came to an end as he slammed the first spurt of cum shot from his shaft. In a state of ecstacy, he burrowed deep into her hole, spending the first few ropes in her womb, warming her tunnel. His balls clenched against her limp body, pumping her full of his filthy spunk. He watched with a crooked smile for any sign of reaction, and was pleased to see none.

After his initial release, he slipped out of her quickly, then climbed on top of the bed. He stroked his dick for the last moments of his high, lathering Callie’s face in white strips of cum. She looked sufficiently humiliated by the time he ran out, left with just the dribbles clinging to her member. He rubbed those final drops against her nose, slapping her face sufficiently before the exhaustion truly hit, and he fell to the side, dropping on the bed just next to her, breathing heavily to cool down.

As he was resting peacefully in the aftermath, a loud, guttural moan left the “corpse” beside her as she arched her back, unable to hold the act any longer. He heard her blossom with life as she smacked her hand over her dripping pussy, rubbing out her own massive orgasmic high before exclaiming to the top of her lungs, “Holy fuck!” she shouted, sinking into the blankets while losing her composure. He could hear her slap her moistened lips repeatedly while he made no move to act further.

“So I take it you like it?” he asked with a grin, only to feel her weight as Callie rolled on top of him in response, ripping off his ski mask to reveal her boyfriend’s handsome face underneath.

“Fucking loved it!” Callie cheered, diving in to kiss Victor right on the lips. He could taste her salty breath from eating some of his seed, but didn’t care for it as he embraced the warm. He laid a hand on her back, sliding it down to feel her up much more tenderly than the way he was doing before. With the spell broken, they moaned and rubbed against each other, Callie grinding against his tired member. They were a tangle of exhaustion as the heights of their pleasure was fulfilled, ending in them simply laying on top of each other, exchanging endearing looks, “You played your part perfectly, Vic.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, either,” Victor countered with a smile, “Your the one that managed to keep a lid on things when you were ‘dead’. How you can endure that long startles me.”

“What can I say? I practiced for this moment,” Callie grinned, before sliding off him to put her feet on the ground. She rose to stand, taking a step before offering Victor a hand up, “Now, how about we clean off my blood~?” She mused, tapping the red paint that was still trailing down her body.

Victor laughed, following her to the shower. They finished disrobing in there, and may have spent a little more time getting dirty before letting the soap wash her stained chest. The red dyed the water as it left down the drain, tainted until Callie herself was clean of the splatters. After, they were content to simply go out in their robes, falling into bed soothingly and slipping under the covers, Callie’s mind filled with dreams of their roleplay, and what they would do next to spice up the bedroom.