Degradation Erotic Flash Fiction

This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it whore? You think I didn’t see the way you look at men? How you stare at their crotches? I’ve seen the porn on your computer, all those big, fat, dicks. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? Cock. You’ve been rubbing that sweet pink cunt of yours every night thinking about it, haven’t you?

All those lies that come out of your mouth about how into women you are, but you’re just another fake dyke. Remember that feminist rally you dragged me to? All the talk about female empowerment, while you were secretly fantasizing about being on your knees for a man. Well, I’m going to give you what you really crave, girlfriend. You want it so bad, open wide, cock lover! Yeah, blink away those tears, you’re not fooling me.

You’re not even trying to resist, are you? I can hear your breath hitch, that little whimper as he shoves right into your whore mouth. His scent fills your nostrils, doesn’t it, short-circuiting your bran so you can’t even pretend anymore? Gag all you want slut, the taste of him, salty and potent, is already coating your tongue and that little whimper you made, that’s not disgust is it? That’s surrender.

Can you feel my spit dripping down your burning cheeks as I grip his cock, pumping him hard, milking him into your mouth. Look at you, a perfect little cum receptacle. You wanted this, didn’t you, bitch? You’re nothing but a live-action version of your favorite porn.

God, you’re such a fucking slut. Go on then, taste his cum, bitch. Feel my nails dig into your scalp as I clamp your head and force you to meet his eyes as you choke on that dick. See the triumph in his gaze, the disgust in mine. That’s your truth isn’t it? Swallow it bitch. All those nights I held you, comforted you, listened to your bullshit about the patriarchy… all while you were dreaming of this. You make me sick, you make me want to push your face harder into his cock…

“Bounce those titties for us babe!” Daisy’s words were slurred from laughter and alcohol. The flush started as a prickling heat between her breasts, spreading like wildfire up her neck and into her cheeks. Her pulse throbbed in her ears, a frantic drumbeat against the sound of their laughter. But she knew the rules if she wanted to speak. Fixing the clamps on her nipples, she started to bounce on her heels, her boobs jiggling with each motion.

The peal of laughter from Daisy’s friends sent waves of embarrassment through her. The clamps on her nipples, making them jut out stiff and hard. Each bounce sent a jolt through the clamps, a reminder of their presence and her vulnerability. But even that was fuel now, feeding a dark, throbbing heat that spread through her body. She knew what she must look like, naked and bouncing. Daisy and her friends had their own private dancer and entertainment. Why did she let Daisy do these things to her? She knew why, of course. The shame, the exposure, the feeling of being utterly at Daisy’s mercy… it was a twisted kind of thrill. A thrill she both craved and despised.

“Well, babe, what is it you wanted to tell me?” Daisy was barely paying attention, drinking from the beer bottle in her hand and laughing with her friends. Kathy bounced harder, knowing it brought their attention firmly on her tits, which was the only attention she was going to get.

“I… I got that promotion at work today!” Her face turned redder and redder as she said it. She had been so proud when she’d been told she got it. Now, though, in front of these young women, it seemed like much less of an achievement. She wasn’t hardworking, capable, Kathy here, she was just… bouncing tits. That disconnect was a chasm, widening with every bounce. The Kathy who negotiated contracts and managed teams felt distant, almost unreal. This naked, humiliated version was the only one that mattered here, the only one that Daisy and her friends saw…