Tit for Tet

This chapter is a bit more raw and bondage-oriented. Maybe gritty is the word. Or just dirty. I can't help myself! If you don't like bondage or hardcore humiliation, you can pretty much skip this chapter. If you don't like guys taking advantage of an addiction of this nature in a girl, as they would, that's pretty much the story. If you're like me, and are fine as long as everyone's having fun, then read on.
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Sophie congratulated herself on her choice of dress; when you’re meandering around an apartment complex in a sex-obsessed daze, it helps if you can determine who is looking at you. As it was, she caught a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties looking at her. He had long brown hair and wore a pair of sunglasses. He wore a large Hawaiian shirt that was unbuttoned and blowing wide open in the wind to reveal a smooth chest with defined pectorals. His hip bones showed prominently on his slim waist, and a trail of thin, fine hair ran up the middle of his belly out of the waist-line of his jeans. Yum. She smiled at him secretively, and made her way slowly towards him. His glasses fell low to reveal surprised blue eyes as she grabbed a hold of his hand and held it against the hot flesh of her naked thigh beneath her skirt. She flashed him the same hungry, mischievous smirk she’d had on her face while shoving a dildo up her best friend’s ass earlier. “Fuck me.” She whispered emphatically , noting that the man’s attention had been lost down the deep fissure between her breasts. The man swallowed hard. “I have a girlfriend.” He said softly. Sophie giggled at this, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Then why are you looking down there?” She asked silkily.

They both felt his erection strain against her. the edge of his hand felt a touch of wetness on the innermost part of her naked inner thigh. “I’m allowed to fool around… but no actual sex. Nothing that makes me cum.” He added, seemingly embarrassed by the specific restrictions that had been imposed on him. He ground unconsciously against the strange fiery redhead as he spoke, and she ground back very deliberately. His girlfriend was a little kinky herself, and was turned on by having exclusive rights to his sexual relief more than she actually believed in monogamy; she herself was allowed total liberty in whom she fucked. All thoughts of her vanished as the strange redhead guided his fingers to her now burning pussy. She pushed him backwards until they stood in the relative privacy that existed between the apartment building and the forest. “Aw, I see. You’re an obedient, nice boy. I guess that means you just get to watch me cum by myself.” She whispered wickedly. She could see how badly she was tempting him, and if she could break him it would be delicious. In a way though, even if he suffered through it all with stoicism, there was something about torturing him with temptation gave her a power trip. She unbuttoned her top and let her large breasts burst out. She placed one of his hands on them, and placed his thumb over her hardened nipple with a soft moan. “Finger me, nice boy. Dream that you could fuck me.” She whispered tauntingly. He obeyed automatically, his rapt eyes drinking the sight of her as he pinched her nipple gently. “Oh yes!” She screamed as he hooked his finger upward to settle on her G-spot. For Sophie, he might as well have pressed the red button to drop an atomic bomb; She virtually came bucket-loads on his jeans as she humped his hand eagerly. She had really timed this perfectly; the bottle she’d drunk earlier was beginning to hit her hard. She practically purred as the stranger played with her nipples harder now, not shyly like he had before. She knew she was getting to him. He fingered her to another climax that had him dry-humping her against a wall. The stranger then looked down in realization. So much for not being allowed to cum. Sophie laughed at him as she lowered her skirt. “You lose.” She said, trying to conceal her mirth, and walked off.

“Whore.” Came a bitter accusation that cut through Sophie’s daze, and caused her to look to her right. The man she saw was tall, almost exactly six foot, and was dressed in white-wash jeans and a tight blue shirt that was stretched wide by his broad shoulders and chest. His hair was short, curly, and black. His nose was curved and aquiline- a trait that, together with the others, had always made her think he looked like an ancient Greek athlete sculpture. It was her boyfriend! Maybe the boy she’d just teased to the breaking point had an agreement with his significant other, but she was still trying to pass herself off as one-for-one monogamous dating material. She lowered her eyes to the ground. “I’m sorry Alex. It’s just… so overpowering. So irresistible.” She explained breathlessly. “I can’t stop.” She confessed. She felt the madness of the drug sweep over her as she explained, and she bit her lip to keep her composure as he pussy flared needfully. She had to hide the state she was in by all means if she was going to keep him. “Yeah, I know how it feels. I can’t handle much, so I don’t take much. I gave it to you because I thought you could handle it.” He told her, coming closer to look her straight in the eyes. She fought with the temptation to ask him if they could have sex, knowing that it was the worst thing she could say right now. No one could do to her what Alex did, but if she ever wanted to have him again, she’d keep her composure. “Look at you. Walking around in that, with the wind on your bared cunt. You know your room smells like sex? You’ve been a busy little whore, haven’t you?” He asked her. Her cheeks flushed a brilliant red, almost as bright as her hair as he approached her, and squeezed one her breasts with an anger and violence that Sophie found too delightful to hide her pleasure. A loud, incriminating moan escaped her. Her boyfriend’s eyes were still smoldering at her.

He dragged her upstairs to their room, and she barely noticed through her feverish daze that Alex’s supplier from Mexico, Arsenio, a thirty-two year old latino who looked much younger, was enjoying a beer and staring at her. He shook his head. “I told you not to give it to her, my friend.” He said. “Remember what I told you though; revenge is all too easy.” He added. Alex nodded tersely, and turned to his girlfriend, who appeared to have zoned out and was now masturbating obliviously under her skirt. He smacked her rear and yelled. “Is that your answer? Is that your defense? I should hate you.” She moaned at his blow and bent over. “Hate me. Fuck me.” She whispered. She was tired of fighting it. She just wanted to be treated like what she had become. To her surprise, Arsenio clamped the pair of handcuffs that she and Alex had used before over her wrist. Alex picked up another bottle of Tet, and they dragged her down to the public bathroom. Two pairs of handcuffs had been linked together for added length, and the second was handcuffed to the “C” shaped door handle on a bathroom stall. Arsenio and Alex each took a long drink of Tet and then shoved the neck of the bottle down her throat.

Instinctively, Sophie drank until there was only about an inch left. By that time, she was grinding her bared cunt against the wonderfully cold tile, bathing in bliss as the smooth surface was given a slimy wet shine. "I'm a bad girlfriend." She confessed. "And?" Her ex asked, looking at her without care on his face. His injured feelings had been transformed into some monstrous mirror image of proportional loathing. She groaned as her vision wavered. She was near overdose. "I love being such a filthy, shitty girlfriend." Her voice came, deepened by lust, wavering with a stifled moan. The bottle was removed by Arsenio, and to her surprise, the neck was next shoved up her ass. She squealed loudly, echoing throughout the bathroom, and held her ass in the air as the remaining liquid drained into her. The direct contact between the drug and her entrance made it burn and tingle like never before. The chemical was quickly absorbed by her permeable inner tissue, and hit her like a brick wall. Sophie was officially out of her mind with lust. When Alex’s belt began cracking over her ass, she arched her back and screamed with pure pleasure. When the punishment ended, Alex knelt down and began writing with a stick of her makeup on her ass. “One cheek says ‘Tet’, and the other says ‘slut’.” He informed her. “That’s all you are now. We’re over.” He said while pumping a finger into her. His dark anger and desire both showed on his face. In Sophie’s nearly mindless state, it was getting her off. “That’s all I am. I’m your little slut!” She agreed in enthused resignation. Alex's dark anger softened ever so slightly. He liked the sound of that, he decided as he fingered his ex. Her drool was beginning to pool on the bathroom floor. She was still holding her ass in the air and fondling her massive titties when Arsenio and Alex unzipped their pants. The two men revealed two large, excited dicks, both about ten inches long, and began to undress. The drug was taking control of them now too. Alex turned her around and plunged into her desperately soaked cunt, while Arsenio fed his length into her ass, which seemed to register pleasure with odd intensity due to the special treatment they had given it earlier. The sex was frenzied and utterly satisfying to Sophie, who grabbed one of her breasts and sucked at the nipple as they pounded into her. She involuntarily bit down as she had the hardest orgasm that Tet had yet to give her. Her cunt unleashed a large gush of lubricating juices onto the tile. Alex began to withdraw, stroking himself. "Cum in me. Fill me." She gasped. The two intoxicated men gladly pumped her full of creamy cum until it was pooling out of both ends, and then left her in the puddle, ass still up, with the words “Tet slut” written on them. Sophie's ravaged mind weighed the two words over and over, like two treasured golden nuggets. The incrimination of both words seemed to her an exultant fascination.

“Be a good whore and disgrace yourself like you do until I need you again.” Sophie heard her ex-boyfriend order through the haze of intoxication. The command made her smirk with the same mischievous glee she had already worn twice today. Her hand strayed down her smooth washboard stomach and between her legs as she mouthed the demeaning words to herself under her breath. She had taken on a persona of fantasies that no human psyche dared to emulate, she was the shameful toy that was strangely proud of itself for excelling in its majestic, depraved role. She was his whore now, and she realized that this new status suited her far better than he previous one in every way. Thirty minutes later, a familiar looking “obedient” boy showed up, now single, and discovered her on her belly, fingering herself in a puddle on the tile floor with the damning words on her ass. “Fate.” He said simply with a smirk, and went to work on her. He stroked himself over her for nearly an hour, and all the while she continually begged him to enter her as he came on her breasts, face, and ass, and tongue- never seeing to her throbbing pussy. He even got a load in her pretty fiery hair. It didn't matter where he did it; she rubbed it in and all over herself, and licked her hands, begging him to please her. “You’ll just have to watch me cum alone then.” He parroted back at her. When she bent over again, he had to indulge himself just a bit. He entered her ass and began pumping madly into it. He seized her arms so that she couldn’t touch herself, and pounded home, planning to climax alone and walk away, leaving her as unsatisfied as she had left him. He gasped, finding the passage well-lubricated by the drug, and feeling his hard cock absorb it. Before he knew it, he was doing her as frenzied as Arsenio had. For the second time that day, and the second time in her life, Sophie marveled that she was enjoying anal penetration. So much, in fact, that she was reaching a very satisfying climax. She would have to apply the drug there in the future. As the boy emptied his last into her hole, she moaned, juices dripping down onto the tile. “You lose.” She panted smugly, clearly quite pleased with herself for thwarting his revenge.