Chapter 94- My New Sluts

The words were filthy. Twisted. Wrong.

But they made Yuna’s heart ’soar’.

She was ’winning’? Against this woman who clearly had more experience? This woman with the perfect cock-sucking face and body made for sex?

’She’ was the one Raven wanted more?

A broken, delirious smile spread across Yuna’s tear-stained face.

"’R-Really?’" she gasped, grinding her sealed, vibrator-covered pussy down harder on Hana’s head. "’I’m... I’m better than her?’"

Her competitive instinct—the same one that had driven her to be top of her class, to be the perfect girlfriend, to make everyone proud—latched onto this new goal with desperate fervor.

She would ’win’. She would be the best at this too.

Even if ’this’ meant becoming a depraved slut for a man who wasn’t her fiancé.

Even if it meant betraying every value she’d ever held.

She would ’win’.

Raven’s grin widened into something absolutely predatory.

’Perfect,’ he thought, watching the last of Yuna’s innocence crumble. ’Absolutely perfect.’

Raven’s hands slowly retreated from Yuna’s trembling body. His fingers dragged across her skin, leaving trails of tingling sensation that made her whimper.

Below, Hana’s throat finally released his cock with an obscene wet ’schlorp’. She collapsed backward onto her ass, gasping desperately. Cum and drool poured from her mouth and nose in thick rivers. Her eyes were unfocused, seeing nothing.

Raven stood smoothly, effortlessly, like he hadn’t just been fucking two women’s throats and mouths in a public bathroom stall.

"So," he said casually, his voice perfectly composed while both women looked like they’d been through a war, "shall we continue this in a new way? Somewhere else?"

His purple eyes gleamed with dark amusement.

Before either woman could respond—before Yuna’s cum-drunk brain could even process the question—he ’snapped’ his fingers.

’’SNAP’’

The sound echoed in the enclosed stall like a gunshot.

And then—

Fabric materialized around Yuna’s body. Not slowly. Not gradually. ’Instantly’.

Her blouse wrapped around her torso, buttons fastening themselves. Her skirt slid up her legs from her ankles to her waist, the zipper closing with a soft ’zip’. Her bra reformed around her breasts, though the cups felt tighter now, her nipples still swollen and sensitive from Raven’s brutal sucking.

But her ’panties’—

"’HNNNGH-!’"

The fabric pressed tight against her pussy. Sealed the vibrator against her virgin entrance. The pressure increased tenfold as the cotton compressed around the buzzing device.

’BZZZZZZZZ’

The vibration intensified. Concentrated. Focused directly on her clit and the thin hymen that was all that separated her from complete penetration.

Yuna’s eyes ’rolled back’.

Her knees buckled.

And she ’squirted’.

"’AHHHHH-!’"

Clear fluid gushed from her virgin pussy, soaking through her panties instantly. It ran down her inner thighs in warm streams. Her whole body convulsed, another orgasm tearing through her without warning.

She started to collapse—

But Raven’s arm wrapped around her waist. ’Possessively’. His hand splayed across her stomach, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her pelvis. Holding her up. Keeping her pressed against his side like she was his property.

"Easy," he murmured, his voice a dark purr against her ear. "Can’t have you breaking already."

Yuna couldn’t respond. Could barely breathe. Her legs were jelly. Her pussy was still pulsing, still trying to suck that vibrator deeper. The anal vibrator buzzed in her ass, making her rectum clench rhythmically.

She was being stimulated from both holes. Standing in a public bathroom. Fully dressed but more exposed than she’d ever been in her life.

Beside them, Hana was still on the floor. Still naked. Cum still leaking from every hole. Her massive tits heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

Raven’s other hand moved. Reached down. And ’grabbed’ one of Hana’s tits like it was a ’handle’.

Not gently. Not carefully. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, using the weight and mass of her breast to ’lift’ her.

"’AHHHN-!’"

Hana’s scream was pained and desperate. Her body rose—not by her own strength, but pulled up by her tit like a piece of luggage. Her thick thighs shook. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his arm.

When she was finally standing—wobbling, unstable—she looked down at herself.

Naked. Completely naked. Cum dripping down her thighs. Pussy gaping and red from abuse. Asshole clenching around nothing.

"M-my clothes?" she gasped, her voice wrecked. Raw from deepthroating. "Where are my—"

"You don’t need them," Raven said simply.

The words were final. Absolute. Not a suggestion. A ’command’.

Hana’s mouth opened. Closed. Her face flushed darker—somehow—despite how thoroughly she’d already been humiliated.

"But... but we’re in public! If someone sees—"

"Then they see." Raven’s smile was cruel. "A fat, used whore with cum leaking out of her. Exactly what you are."

The words should’ve hurt. Should’ve made her angry. Made her refuse.

Instead, Hana’s pussy ’clenched’. Leaked more fluid. Her nipples—already abused and swollen—tightened further.

She ’liked’ it. Liked being degraded. Liked being treated like worthless fuck-meat.

Raven released her tit and moved toward the stall door. Yuna stumbled along with him, still held possessively against his side. Hana followed on shaky legs, her massive tits bouncing with each step, her thick thighs rubbing together.

The stall door swung open.

The main bathroom stretched before them. White tile. Bright fluorescent lights. A long counter with multiple sinks. And above those sinks—

A massive mirror. Wall-to-wall. Floor to ceiling. Reflecting everything.

"’No-!’" Yuna’s voice cracked. "’Wait-!’"

She tried to run. Tried to shut the stall door. Hide. Pretend this wasn’t happening.

But Raven’s hand ’grabbed’ the back of her skirt. Yanked her back. His fingers hooked into the waistband and ’pulled’ her against him. His other hand slid around her front, fingers sinking between her legs, pressing the vibrator harder against her sealed pussy through her soaked panties.

"Look," he commanded, his voice a dark growl in her ear. "Look at what you’ve become."

Yuna’s eyes lifted to the mirror.

And she ’saw’.

Her face was destroyed. Makeup smeared beyond recognition. Black mascara ran in thick streaks down her cheeks. Her lipstick was gone, replaced by swollen, kiss-bruised lips. Drool still glistened on her chin. Her hair—normally neat and professional—was a tangled mess.

Her blouse was wrinkled, buttons slightly crooked from the magical dressing. Her skirt sat askew on her hips. And between her legs, a dark wet patch spread across the crotch and down her inner thighs.

She looked like a ’pornstar’. No—worse. She looked like someone who’d been ’gangbanged’ for hours. Used. Ruined. Broken.

Next to her, Hana looked even worse. Completely naked. Her thick body covered in red marks—handprints on her ass, bite marks on her tits, finger bruises on her thighs. Cum plastered her face, dripped from her chin to her chest. Her hair was matted with saliva and pussy juice. Her massive tits sagged slightly, nipples stretched and raw.

She looked like every degrading porn video Yuna had ever accidentally clicked on and immediately closed.

The "mature BBW destroyed" category.

The "fat slut used" genre.

And between them stood Raven.

’Perfect’. Flawless. Like he’d stepped out of a movie screen.

Not a hair out of place. Not a wrinkle on his clothes. His purple eyes gleamed with satisfaction. His smile was confident, predatory, victorious.

He looked like a man who’d just won. Who held two broken, limp fuck-dolls in his hands and knew he could do ’anything’ he wanted with them.

The contrast was ’obscene’. Beautiful monster surrounded by destroyed prey.

"This is what you are now," Raven said calmly, his fingers rubbing Yuna’s clit through her panties in slow circles. "Both of you. My toys. My property. My ’sluts’."