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Lola stirred, still half-lost in sleep, when a rough palm closed over one heavy breast. The thumb dragged across the stiff nipple until it hardened. Another broad hand pushed between her thighs gently cupping her soaked pussy. Her hips rolled without thought, grinding down against the touch, desperate for more before her eyes even opened. A sharp pinch to her nipple caused her eyes to fly open with the sudden realisation she wasn’t dreaming. She wasn’t sure who was in bed with her and, right then, it didn’t matter.
“Easy now. I’m not going to fuck you until you’ve earned it.” She recognized the gravelly tone at once. Gus the barman.
He squeezed harder, rolling her nipple between callused fingers. “Tell me what you remember.”
Embarrassment flooded her as the night came back in flashes: the bar, the drinks, her confession. His offer.
Lola swallowed. "I told you I was seeing several men in town. None of them knew about the others. I told you I'd been avoiding them. That I was so unhappy." She paused, her throat tightening.
She'd never been particularly good at relationships. Most of her life had been spent drifting from one bed to the next. Moving to Stardew Valley had been her chance to do things differently. Somehow, though, she'd ended up dating three men at once. She told herself that was ok, she'd desperately wanted them. She told herself things would work out. But it never did. They were distant, restrained, every conversation circling around the intimacy she kept expecting and never received.
Their careful distance made her wonder if she was doing something wrong, it hollowed something out inside her. The longer it went on, the more she found herself dreading their company. She'd started making excuses, avoiding them. Last night she'd finally broken. She hadn't gone to the saloon looking for another drink. She gone looking for someone to tear her apart.
"You said you already knew. That you'd kept my secret all this time." A weak, disbelieving laugh escaped her. "I remember feeling so relieved. Like someone had finally seen the mess I'd made of things and wasn't judging me for it." She squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed. "After that..." She hesitated. "I remember thanking you over and over. I remember thinking I wanted to repay your kindness somehow." Heat crept into her face. "I offered to drop to my knees and suck you off then and there."
Her own voice sounded distant, as though someone else were recounting the evening for her. The confession felt unreal now that the alcohol had worn off, stripped of the reckless certainty that had carried it the night before. Every sentence made her stomach sink a little further. For the first time in her life she felt ashamed of her behaviour, of what she'd said.
Gus’s fingers pressed deeper between her legs without pushing inside yet. “Keep going.”
He squeezed her breast harder, rolling her nipple between callused fingers, and Lola’s back arched off the mattress like a bowstring pulled taut. The pain was sharp and bright, a clean line of sensation that cut through the fog of shame and arousal, and she hated how much she needed it. Her nipple was a hard, aching bud beneath his thumb and every twist sent a jolt straight down to her clit, which throbbed in empty rhythm against the soaked sheets.
Lola squirmed, heat flooding her face. She felt the shame twist low in her belly, hot and sickening, yet her hips twitched forward against his palm like she was begging for more of it.
She whispered, “I begged you to use me. I offered you anything you wanted.”
Gus had made her prove it. She’d stripped right there in the bar, peeled every scrap of clothing away while he watched with that heavy, unblinking stare. She’d spread her legs and shown him her glistening pussy, the same one now clenching around nothing as the memory hit her. The shame burned hotter, but so did the ache between her thighs. She kept talking, the words tumbling out while her slick coated his fingers. She’d offered her body like a toy, how she’d promised to let him do whatever he pleased. The careful, respectable version of herself she’d tried so hard to build felt like a lie now.
He pinched her nipple sharply, making her gasp, urging her on.
Lola’s voice came out hoarse, almost broken, as the words spilled from her. “You told me you’d like nothing better than fucking a willing slut, but now I was a cheating slut. You said you don’t fuck cheating sluts—you punish them.”
A desperate, shameful heat flooded her core, making her thighs tremble. She wanted him to use her, to hurt her, to take whatever he wanted while she stayed spread open and obedient. So she agreed.
The confession lit something vicious and hungry in Gus. He flipped her onto her back without warning, pinning both wrists above her head with one broad hand. Lola kept her arms exactly where he placed them, fingers curling into the sheets. Her knees drew up and parted wide on their own, exposing the slick, swollen lips of her cunt. Arousal leaked steadily from her, trickling down over her tight asshole and soaking into the sheets beneath her.
Gus’s gaze dragged over every inch of her body, slow and deliberate, savoring the sight of her laid out and trembling. When his eyes finally locked onto hers again, a cruel little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“You know,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “one look at you naked and any man with half a brain would know exactly what you are. What you were made for.”
He flipped her onto her back without warning, pinning both wrists above her head with one broad hand. Lola kept her arms exactly where he placed them, fingers curling into the sheets. Her knees drew up and parted wide on their own, exposing the slick, swollen lips of her cunt. Arousal leaked steadily from her, trickling down over her tight asshole and soaking into the sheets beneath her.
She felt the heat bloom across her chest, up her neck, staining her cheeks.
"Look at that mouth," he continued, reaching out to trace her lower lip with his thumb. "Plump. Worn. Perfectly shaped from all the use it's gotten. These lips weren't made for talking, were they? They were made to be wrapped around a cock." He pressed his thumb past her lips, watching her reflexively suck. "Yeah. Just like that."
His hands found her breasts next, lifting them, feeling their weight in his palms, and she let out a shaky breath. "And these. Fuck. Every time you walk they sway and bounce, they beg for attention. That’s what a slut’s tits do. “Your nipples get hard at the slightest provocation. They tell a man you're easy. That you'll spread your legs and beg." He twisted them, watching the skin redden. He released them and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Next time I’m going to take a pair of clover clamps, the kind that bite harder the more you tug on them, and I'd attach a chain between them, a short one, so every time you moved they’d pull on your tits. They’d keep them hard and aching, pressing against the metal bars. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being decorated like the little whore you are. ”
His hands slid down her thighs, until his thumbs brushed against her labia. He pulled her pussy lips apart, exposing her leaking hole. "This is the real giveaway. One look at this and any man knows you’re a cock whore. Look at this clit, it’s fat, swollen, begging to be played with." He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, feeling her clench around them. "Your hole was dripping before I’d even touched it.” Gus continued, “You keep it shaved smooth. Do you like showing it off? Does it remind you what a filthy slut you are?”
Lola whimpered, hips twitching, as shame feeding her arousal.
Gus slapped her exposed cunt once, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. “Answer.”
“Yes,” she cried out, lifting her hips for another.
He slapped her again, harder. She arched up eagerly, offering herself for a third. Her thighs are slick with her own arousal, running down in thin rivulets toward the mattress. Gus's hand hovers, fingers twitching.
"Look at you," he murmurs, voice almost reverent. "Bruising already. Such delicate skin." He traces the reddened outline with one fingertip, feather-light, and she shivers beneath the touch.
"You'd let me mark you up proper, wouldn't you? Walk around tomorrow with this between your legs, feeling it throb every time you cross your thighs."
Lola's breath catches. "Yes," she whispers. "Please."
Gus's hand came down on her cunt again, and Lola whimpered, eyes squeezing shut. The sting radiated through her pelvis, settling deep in her belly like hot coals. She felt him watching her, felt the weight of his gaze and she tried to explain, the words spilling out around shallow breaths. "It's not the pain I want… I need my partners to have what they want."
She took a shuddering breath as his fingers slid inside her without warning, two thick digits pushing past her slick folds, and her hips bucked forward instinctively, riding his hand.The words kept coming, tumbling out like confession. "I've never wanted to say no and I like to be used. Back in Zuzu City I used to go to bars and get drunk because some guys like an easier target. I'd leave my panties at home and made sure they could get a good look at my pussy as I got drunker. I'd pretend not to notice if they slipped something into my drink."
Gus's fingers stopped moving inside her, though he didn't pull out. She kept her eyes on him. His expression was unreadable, but something dark flickered in his gaze. "You let strangers drug you?"
“Yes”, she held his gaze, her shame written across her face. "I loved it. The way my limbs went heavy, the way my thoughts turned to syrup. I couldn't fight back even if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. I just… floated. Let them do whatever they wanted."
Gus's hand started to move between her legs again. "This is where they all end up, isn't it?" His voice was soft, almost thoughtful. "Every man who's used you. Every load they've pumped into you. It all ends up right here." He pressed harder, and she felt the pressure deep inside. "The part that really makes you a cock sleeve, is that you'd let me do it right now. You'd let me drug you so you were limp and pliant, spread your legs, and fuck my cum so deep into you that it would take days to drip out. And you'd thank me for it."
Lola's breath hitched. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, I would." Gus watched her, as pushed his thumb into her arse and took a firm grip on her pussy. Lola’s eyes were glassy and and blown wide.
“Now I think I understand what you need, and I’m going to give it to you.” Gus said, and his voice had changed. It was lower now, rougher. "You want to be a toy. A warm hole to use."
Lola nodded, grateful Gus understood. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider, pushing them back toward her shoulders until she was bent almost in two both holes exposed. "Toys don't get to say no. Toys don't get to have boundaries. You want to be my plaything."
"Yes." The word escaped her like a prayer.
His hand came down on her cunt one more time. "I promised you a punishment."
Her nod was frantic, her eyes glazed with need.
"I've never had the opportunity to fuck an arse without prep. No lube, no stretching, just my cock and your tight little hole. But since you won't tell me no, I think I'll try that out." He watched her eyes widen, watched the flicker of fear and arousal war across her features.
"Once I've dumped a load of cum in you, I'm going to plug up that hole and send you off to make amends." He released her and reached for the drawer beside the bed. His hand emerged with a gold plug with a little bell at the base. It caught the light as he held it up for her to see. "This pretty thing will tinkle as you walk. And if anyone asks you what the sound is, you're to show them. Lift your skirt, and let them see exactly what kind of trollop you are. You're only allowed to remove it if you need to use the bathroom, or if it's being replaced by something else. Is this understood?"
Without needing to be told she turned and pressed her face into the mattress. She pushed her ass back, presenting herself.
"Please," she whispered. "Use me. Use my ass like a toy. I don't care if it hurts. I want your punishment."
He laughed, and then she felt his hands grasp her hips and the blunt head of his cock press against her hole.She shook, feeling every second of anticipation, waiting for the invasion.
"When I'm done with you," he said, pressing just slightly, feeling the resistance, "you're going to walk out of here with my cum leaking around that plug, and you're going to think about me every time you hear that little bell."
He slammed forward. The sound she made was somewhere between a gasp and a scream, her body arching off the bed as he forced his way inside, inch by brutal inch. Her fingers clawed at the sheets.
"Fuck," she gasped, tears already pricking at her eyes. He fucked her fast and brutal, his hips slapping against her ass. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, made her see stars behind her eyelids. Her palms pressed flat against the sheets, knuckles white, jaw clenched against the sobs building in her throat.
"Look at you," he grunted, one hand pressing down on the small of her back to keep her arched. "Just a set of holes for me to fuck. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be nothing but a warm place for my cock?"
"Yes," she sobbed, tears mingling with her arousal on the sheets.
His hand tangled in her long brown hair, yanking her up onto her knees so her back pressed against his chest. His other hand came around to slap her tits. First one, then the other, the sharp sting making her gasp. He groped them roughly, pinching her nipples until she cried out, but she didn't tell him to stop. She never would. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gasped “Thank you… thank you for using me."
The pain built up until her whole body was shuddering, unable to keep up. He kept going, using her until he ass became raw, agony and ecstasy tangling together. His breathing started to get ragged, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he chased his release. Lola felt the change, felt the way his cock swelled inside her, and she pushed back harder, desperate to give him everything.
"Come inside me," she begged, her voice hoarse from sobbing. "Please. Please. Fill me up. I want to feel it. I need it."
He groaned, a deep, animal sound, and she felt warmth spread through her, and his seed hot and thick, flooding her insides as he pulsed inside her. He pushed her forward and slumped over, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he finished filling her up. Lola lay there, trembling, tears still wet on her face.
Lola lost track of time. She lost track of everything except the feel of him within her. As he pulled out she made a protesting noise, sad she wasn’t useful anymore. Gus let out a low chuckle, "You're such a sweet little whore once the thinking has been fucked clean out of you. I think I'm going to keep you. Would you like that?"
His words took a moment to reach her through the fog in her mind. She didn't weigh them or making a careful decision, wasn't capable of it in that moment. She'd been hollowed her out from her partner's lack of care, from Gus' use. She was simply grateful to be wanted despite everything she'd revealed about herself. Shame and relief tangled together until she could no longer separate them. The prospect of belonging to someone else's certainty, of no longer having to justify herself or decide what came next, felt less frightening than being left alone with her own doubts.
She wasn't thinking about the future or the implications of what he had said. She was responding to the immediate comfort of hearing that she wasn't being discarded. In that moment, being kept felt safer than being abandoned.
A small, involuntary sound escaped her, a grateful whimper. It was enough. He heard her, heard her assent.
"Good girl."
She lay there, suspended in that warm, weightless haze, her body still singing from what had come before. His hand traced lazy patterns across her shoulder blades, down the curve of her spine, fingers dancing along her ribs with a tenderness so very different from before. She melted into his touch, into the mattress, into the very air around them. His palm slid lower, cupping the swell of her backside, kneading gently before his fingers traced the cleft between her cheeks. She felt him shift behind her, heard the soft intake of his breath as he positioned her, making her most intimate parts accessible. Then came the warmth of his exhale, ghosting across her most intimate entrance—that tender, well-used ring of muscle. Unconsciously shifting her hips slightly in silent invitation and he rewarded her with a low, appreciative hum.
"You're is gaping beautifully now. All soft and swollen, but no real damage. Just the way a used cunt would look." She murmured something incoherent, still floating in that warm haze where shame couldn't reach.
He released her and reached for the drawer beside the bed. His hand emerged with a gold plug with a little bell at the base. He slid it into her soaking pussy, thrusting it back and forth with deliberate slowness, the metallic jingle breaking the silence.
She wasn't sure how long she drifted, but gradually the rhythmic tinkling of the plug fucking her cunt pulled her back to awareness. He waited until she started pushing back against the toy, her hips moving in small, desperate circles.
"Listen to the sounds your pussy is making," he said, his voice amused. "Good thing I didn't plan to plug this hole too. It’s so slippery anything I put in would slide right on out, wouldn't it?"
She buried her face deeper into the mattress, cheeks burning.
He slapped her ass, lightly, a reminder more than punishment, "When I ask you a question, you answer."
Her voice came out small and shaky. "I'd try... I'd try to keep it inside."
He tutted, fingers stroking over the rim of her asshole. "I know you would. You're so eager to please. Tell you what, next time we'll play a little game. After I’ve used you, filled your arse with come, I’ll plug that sloppy little cunt and take a walk outside. See how far you get before it slips out and lands on the pavement."
He patted her ass, the touch almost gentle.
"Right then. I think you're ready. Spread those cheeks for me and ask nicely to be plugged up."
The command sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. She felt a drop of arousal slide down her inner thigh as she obeyed, fingers pulling her cheeks further apart. "Please... please plug me up. I feel so empty without you inside me. Please." Her voice cracked on the last word as she felt the cool metal press against her loosened hole, then slip inside with a wet pop.
“If I'm keeping you there's rules you will follow. You don't say no. You’re not allowed to orgasm without permission. You don't wear underwear unless by special request. You only remove that plug if you need to use the bathroom, or if you replace it with something else. ”
A small shudder ran through Lola but she couldn’t bring herself to protest. He waited for a moment, assessing her silence, and whatever he saw appeared to satisfy him.
"It's time my toy to go make amends to her other men." Gus moved from the bed and handed her her dress and sandals, tossing her bra and underwear into the waste basket by his bed. ""Your pretty plug will tinkle as you walk. And if anyone asks you what the sound is, you're to show them. Lift your skirt, and let them see exactly what kind of trollop you are.""
Her mouth went dry. She could imagine it. The sounds she'd make. The way her dress would cling to every curve and dip of her body. The cloth would rub against the sensitive peaks of her nipples, and they would jut out against the material drawing attention. Anyone looking would see them. They would see the dark circles of her areolas, they would see her breasts sway and jiggle without the structure of a bra to support them. She'd draw attention, be on display.
She couldn't tell him no. Didn't want to tell him no.
He walked her to the door, and the bell tinkled with every step, a constant, cheerful soundtrack to her degradation. She felt it shift as she moved, inflicting further abuse on her used hole. His cum seeped around the edges, and she knew by the time she reached home it would be visibly running down the back of her thighs.
He paused at the door. "Come back tomorrow."
She nodded, not trusting her voice. Heat still burned across her face, and she was painfully aware of the unfamiliar weight hidden beneath her clothes. Every movement reminded her of it. The humiliation she'd fought so hard to avoid had settled somewhere deep inside her, refusing to fade. She lowered her eyes, ashamed of how exposed she felt, ashamed of how thoroughly she'd been stripped of her pride.
And yet, beneath the embarrassment was something steadier. The shame wasn't driving her away—it was anchoring her. She understood now that resisting had only prolonged what she already knew she needed. If there was any peace to be found, it would come from accepting what he'd asked of her without argument, without bargaining, without trying to reclaim control. She would do as he told her. She would obey.
“After you're forgiven take the long way home,” he told her. “Give yourself plenty of chances to show your pretty plug off.”
A fresh wave of color flooded her cheeks. The thought alone made her stomach tighten. She imagined every stop, every conversation, every ordinary moment made unbearable by the secret she carried. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to hide until the ground swallowed her whole.
But she also knew she wouldn't refuse.
If that was what he expected of her, then she would walk the longer route. She would endure every agonizing minute of wondering whether someone noticed, whether anyone guessed, carrying her embarrassment without complaint. The shame would be hers to bear, and she would bear it because he'd told her to. Obedience wasn't something she could claim only when it was easy. It had to mean something when it cost her dignity.
Lola turned to him, rose onto her toes, and kissed him softly. When she drew back, her voice was barely more than a whisper.
"Thank you for giving me exactly what I needed."
Behind her, Gus closed the door and picked up his phone. The group chat lit up under his thumb.
She’s gone. Plugged. Leaking. Told her to take the long way home.
Replies rolled in and Gus smiled faintly as set the phone down. The wolves were already circling. And Lola walked straight toward them, the little bell chiming with every step she took into the daylight.