Chapter 404

Carrie stayed frozen for a heartbeat—panting, trembling—then started moving. Blind, shaky, she crawled toward the bed, ass still high, red handprints glowing on her cheeks, pussy dripping a steady trail behind her.

I grabbed a fistful of Carrie’s hair near the roots, twisting just enough to get a good grip. She let out a small, startled yelp as I yanked her head up and started walking—slow, steady—toward the bed. Blindfolded, she had no choice but to crawl after me on hands and knees, palms slapping the carpet, ass swaying with each hurried shuffle. The plug was long gone, but her hole still twitched open and closed with every movement, like it remembered being stretched.

She didn’t see the edge of the bedframe coming. Her shin cracked hard against the metal corner. A sharp hiss escaped her teeth; her body jerked sideways, almost losing balance.

I didn’t slow down. Just shook my head once, muttered "clumsy bitch" under my breath, then released her hair. Before she could recover I bent, hooked both hands around her soft waist, and threw her forward onto the mattress. She landed with a heavy thud—face-first into the comforter, breasts squashed beneath her, legs dangling half off the edge.

I stepped behind her again, grabbed her hips, and dragged her back until her knees hit the mattress edge and her ass hung perfectly over the side—cheeks spread, gaping hole presented like an offering.

I planted one foot on the bed beside her hip for leverage, then pressed my palm flat to the back of her head, shoving her face down into the sheets. Her cheek mashed against the fabric; she gasped, muffled.

Then I lined up and drove back into her ass—hard, no warmup, no mercy. One brutal thrust buried me to the balls. Carrie’s whole body bucked, a raw cry tearing out of her throat.

I started hate-fucking her—short, vicious snaps of my hips that slammed her forward into the mattress every time. Each stroke was punishing, meant to remind her exactly what she was here for. My fingers dug into the back of her skull, squeezing harder, pinning her down while I railed her open hole.

"You feel that?" I growled, voice low and venomous. "That’s what happens when a desperate, fat slut begs for it. I’m using your ass like it’s nothing because that’s all it is—nothing. Just a warm, sloppy sleeve for my cock while your useless cunt drips and cries for attention it doesn’t deserve."

I spat—thick and wet—right onto the side of her face. It landed near her ear, slid slow toward her open mouth. She flinched but couldn’t move; my hand kept her pinned.

"Open wider," I ordered. She obeyed instantly, lips parting.

I spat again—straight into her mouth this time. She swallowed reflexively, choking a little on it.

"Pathetic. You’ll take anything I give you, won’t you? Spit, cock, shame—doesn’t matter. You’re just a hole that gets wetter the meaner I get."

Across the room, Kim had already stripped quietly down to her black lace bra and matching panties. She sank to the floor with her back against the wall, legs spread wide. One hand slipped inside the crotch of her panties, pushing the fabric aside. Her fingers found her clit immediately—slow circles at first, then faster as she watched us. Her other hand cupped one breast through the bra, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her own breath hitch.

I caught her eye. Smirked. Then I drove deeper into Carrie—deeper than before—grinding my hips in a slow circle once I bottomed out. Carrie gasped sharp, pain and pleasure twisting together in the sound.

"I’m—close—" Carrie panted, voice cracking. "Daddy—please—it’s too much—I can’t—"

The interface flickered in my vision again, clean and clinical against the haze of sweat and skin.

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Orgasm Control

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Target: Carrie

Arousal: ■■■■■■■■□□ 82%

(Commands unlocked at 80%+ arousal)

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Available Commands

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[1] Deny Orgasm

[2] Ruin Orgasm

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I selected [1] Deny Orgasm without hesitation.

Carrie’s body locked up—thighs quivering, ass clenching desperately around my cock like it could force the release through sheer will. A long, frustrated whine poured out of her. Her hips jerked once, twice—trying to chase the edge—but the orgasm simply... dissolved. Faded. Left her trembling, empty, aching.

She sobbed once—soft, broken.

I didn’t stop. Just kept fucking her—harder now, punishing the denial with deeper, meaner strokes. My palm cracked down on her ass—once, twice—red welts overlapping the earlier marks.

Then I released her hair completely. Pulled out in one slow drag, letting her gaping asshole wink open and closed in the cool air. Perfect—pink, slick, ruined just enough.

I stepped back half a pace to admire it. Then I pushed back in—smooth, deep—held for a second—pulled out again. Watched the gape form once more, wider this time, the rim fluttering helplessly.

I spat directly into the open hole—thick glob landing inside, sliding down the walls. Then I slammed back in, burying myself to the hilt.

Kim’s fingers were moving faster now—two inside herself, thumb circling her clit. Her panties were soaked, shoved to the side, thighs glistening. She bit her lower lip to keep quiet, eyes locked on Carrie’s stretched ass taking every punishing thrust.

I removed my cock from her asshole and climbed onto the bed after her, the mattress dipping under my weight. Carrie was still on all fours, ass presented, blindfold tight, body trembling from the denial that had just ripped through her. Her pussy was a slick, swollen mess—lips puffy and glistening, clit visibly throbbing—but I wasn’t going to give her that yet. Not like this.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over roughly. She landed on her back with a startled gasp, legs splaying wide. The leather harness dug into her soft flesh, nipples hard and dark against the straps. Her belly rose and fell fast, stretch marks catching the dim lamplight like faint silver rivers.

I moved between her thighs, hooked my hands under her knees, and yanked her legs up and back—far back. Her knees bent toward her ears, thighs pressing against her sides, tits squashed flat between her folded legs. The position folded her in half, ass lifted off the sheets, pussy and still-gaping asshole completely exposed and vulnerable. Her own weight pinned her shoulders down; she couldn’t move much, couldn’t close her legs even if she wanted to. Perfect.

I knelt above her, one hand braced beside her head, the other guiding my cock back to her ass. The head nudged her rim—still slick from spit and earlier use—and I pushed in slow this time. Inch by inch, watching her face contort under the blindfold as I stretched her open again. When my hips met her cheeks I held there, grinding deep, letting her feel how full she was.

"Feel that?" I murmured, voice low and mean. "Folded up like a cheap fucktoy, legs behind your ears, ass stuffed full. You can’t even pretend you’re anything else right now. Just a hole I get to ruin while your fat tits get crushed against your own thighs."

Carrie whimpered—high and needy. Her pussy clenched on nothing, fresh wetness leaking down toward her tailbone, dripping onto the sheets below her ass.

I started thrusting—long, punishing strokes that bottomed out every time. Each one made her body jolt, tits jiggling despite the compression, belly folding softly with the motion. The angle let me go impossibly deep; I could feel the resistance of her body trying to take me, then giving up, opening wider with every slam.

"You love being bent in half like this, don’t you?" I growled, picking up speed. "Legs pinned back so I can pound your greedy shithole while your sloppy cunt just weeps. Look at it—dripping all over your ass crack like it’s begging for attention it’s never gonna get. Pathetic."

I spat down onto her exposed pussy—thick glob landing right on her clit. She jerked, a broken moan spilling out.

"Beg for it again," I ordered. "Tell Daddy how bad you need to cum while I wreck your ass."

"Please—Daddy—" she panted, voice cracking. "I’m so close—please let me—fuck, it hurts so good—I need it—I’ll do anything—"

I laughed—low, cruel—and slammed in harder. My balls slapped against her soaked skin with every thrust. Her walls fluttered wildly around my cock, clamping down like she was trying to milk the orgasm out of me before I could stop her.

The interface flickered again in my vision:

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Orgasm Control

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Target: Carrie

Arousal: ■■■■■■■■■■ 94%

(Commands unlocked at 80%+ arousal)

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Available Commands

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[1] Deny Orgasm

[2] Ruin Orgasm

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I selected [1] Deny Orgasm.

Carrie’s whole body seized—legs shaking violently against her own shoulders, pussy spasming uselessly, ass clenching so hard around my cock it almost hurt. A long, frustrated wail tore from her throat. Her hips bucked once, twice—desperate little jerks—but the peak simply... collapsed. Dissolved into aching emptiness. Tears leaked from under the blindfold, soaking the silk.

"No—no—please—" she sobbed, voice raw. "Why—fuck—why won’t you let me—"

"Because you haven’t earned shit," I snarled, not slowing down. I kept pounding—harder, meaner—using the denial to fuel every thrust. "You’re just a set of holes that leak when I’m mean to them. That’s all you get tonight—edged and aching while I use whatever I want."

I reached down with one hand, pinched her nipple through the leather strap—hard enough to make her yelp—then slapped her tit lightly, watching it jiggle against her folded thigh.

"Say it," I demanded. "Tell me what you are."

"I’m—I’m your hole—" she gasped between thrusts. "Just a hole—please—Daddy—use me—"

I spat on her face again—right across the blindfold this time. The saliva soaked into the fabric, darkening it.

"That’s right. And holes don’t cum unless I say so. They just take cock and leak and beg. That’s you. A leaking, begging, fat-assed hole."