Dominated & Forced by a Cheating Slut
After confronting the slut who fucked my boyfriend, things take a wrong turn when I’m forced to serve as her lesbian sex slave.
As I pulled up to the house, my heart pounded with rage. Discovering that my boyfriend was cheating was infuriating enough, but hearing those teasing voicemails on his phone took my anger to a new level. I’d deal with him when he got home – my first priority was giving this homewrecking bitch a piece of my mind. After finding her address in his messages, I immediately hopped in my car, driving as fast as I could to confront her.
Arriving at her house, I slammed on the door repeatedly, demanding that this Veronica slut show her face. The small cabin was remote and isolated, so I wasn’t worried about any neighbors hearing. Even if they had, I’d be glad to tell them exactly what she’d been up to.
Finally, after my arms had grown weak with banging, Veronica opened the door. For a brief moment, I felt my nerves falter. She was much taller than me, and had an almost mocking look of amusement on her face. Between her septum ring, pale white skin, and dark, flowing hair, I couldn’t help but be intimidated by her aura.
“You fucked my boyfriend,” I stated, with as much force as I could muster.
Veronica laughed. “I fuck a lot of boyfriends – you’ll have to be more specific.”
Standing there in a sports bra and sweatpants, Veronica looked like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her cruel indifference only rekindled my rage. Almost involuntarily, my hand arced upward in a sharp slap, the anger washing over me.
After my hand left her cheek, we both stood in silence for a moment, a red handprint forming on Veronica’s face. To my surprise, a smile began to play across her lips. Apparently, even my physical violence wasn’t enough for Veronica to take seriously.
Embarrassed at my own outburst, and slightly fearful of retribution, I turned back toward my car. Suddenly, though, I felt Veronica’s powerful hands grab me. As I let out a squeaky yell, Veronica dragged me inside the house, shoving me to the floor. Looking up, I saw an evil smile and sharp eyes staring back at me, the door slamming shut with a loud bang.
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I was squirming under her weight, desperately trying to get up off the floor, but Veronica kept me pinned to the ground effortlessly. With her legs straddling my chest, I was firmly mounted underneath her, and my pathetic wiggles only elicited a sympathetic laugh.
“You know, you should really stop struggling – it’ll make this whole thing a lot easier for you.”
“Get the fuck off me,” I pleaded. “My boyfriend is going to be home soon, I need to get back.”
That only drew another laugh from Veronica. “Absolutely not, you little bitch. You’re not going anywhere until I get an apology for that slap.”
Tears began to well up in my eyes. I kept trying to push Veronica off me, but she was so much stronger and bigger. I was going nowhere. “I’m sorry, okay! But you fucked my boyfriend! Now please let me up!”
At this, Veronica reached down, placing her right hand over my neck. As her nails dug into my skin, I felt my throat being nearly crushed under her palm, my breathing growing more and more labored. Veronica leaned closer to me, her mouth brushing softly against my lips.
“God, you’re pathetic,” she whispered. “And by the way, Michael loved this pussy – he said it tasted so damn good. I wonder what you’ll think.”
At this, I finally stopped squirming.
“I’m… I’m not lesbian.” I could barely get the words out under Veronica’s fierce grip. Now, tears were really starting to stream down my face. “Please, please stop.”
When Veronica leaned back and removed her hand from my throat, I hoped for a moment that I might be able to escape. Almost instantly, though, she grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them to the floor. Once again, she arched downward, her cruel face hovering just over mine. This time, her tongue flicked down at me, lapping up the salty tears that continued to stream down my cheeks.
“You’re going to learn a lesson tonight,” she said, in between licks. “By the time I’m down with you, you’ll be begging for me, just like that boyfriend of yours.”
I opened my mouth to protest. Before I got a single word out, though, I felt Veronica’s hot, wet tongue forcing its way between my lips. My scream was completely muffled by Veronica’s mouth, with her weight pressing down hard onto my chest. She continued to explore my mouth, pressing her tongue against mine while licking deep down my throat.
I continued to fight and fidget for the first minute of this ordeal, still thinking I could somehow escape. As my face grew wet with the saliva forming between our mouths, however, I realized that I was going nowhere. I was just too weak, and my muscles were tired. Finally, I lay still.
Sensing my capitulation, Veronica raised herself up, smiling. “Open your mouth,” she commanded. I complied, my brain tired of fighting. Veronica spit fiercely down my throat, followed by a brutal slap of her own. With no more tears left, I swallowed obediently. “Thank you,” I whispered meekly.
“That’s my good girl,” Veronica cooed at me. Now, she planted a soft kiss on my lips. “Isn’t that so much better than fighting?” With this, Veronica slid back slightly, placing her hands on the soft white tank top I was wearing. Unexpectedly, she grabbed the shirt fiercely, ripping it open with a powerful tear. Another laugh escaped her lips, and I immediately saw why – the nipples on my tiny breasts were standing up, absolutely rock hard.
Veronica took one between her fingers, allowing her nails to dig into the sensitive skin. I heard myself moan in pain as I squirmed. “I knew all that fighting was just for show. Your slutty ass was fucking loving this.” Terrified at the consequences of disagreeing with her, I could only nod.
“I want to hear it.”
“Yes.” It was the only word I could get out without erupting in tears again.
Veronica slapped me, this time with her other hand. “Yes what?”
“Yes mommy, I wanted this,” I sobbed, trying to say anything to keep her from hitting me again. “Please, I want more mommy.”
To my immediate relief, Veronica stood up, alleviating the pressure on my chest. I took a long, deep breath, recovering myself for a moment. Briefly, I allowed myself to hope this ordeal might be over.
But it didn’t last. After removing her sweatpants and tossing aside a pair of panties, Veronica once again stood over me. Her right leg was covered in black tattoos, running all the way up her hip in a floral pattern. Fearfully, my eyes were drawn to her pussy, which was glistening and bare in the low light. For the first time, I noticed that I had already soaked through my own panties, much to my dismay.
Slowly, Veronica lowered herself back down on top of me. This time, there was no smile on her face. Rather than sitting on my chest, though, Veronica guided herself up higher. Settling down, Veronica’s thighs rested over both of my ears, her wet pussy pressing down firmly onto my lips.
Veronica rubbed my hair softly, caressing me with a gentleness I didn’t expect. “Time to get to work,” she whispered, her piercing eyes staring deeply into my own. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth, allowing my tongue to slide deeply into Veronica’s pussy. As I heard the first moan escape her mouth, I couldn’t help but notice how good she tasted. For the first time that night, I was scared of something other than Veronica – fuck, I better not end up enjoying this.