Unleashed: Roshana Gets Popular
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Chapter 5: Misery Loves Company
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5: Misery Loves Company - Roshana convinces Polana to film with her today, little do either of them know how perverse the day will become. Slow build.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant School Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Black Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Public Sex Small Breasts Slow
Three guys appeared at the entrance. Lukas, a daredevil with a perfect face, chiseled, and stubble on his chin, smiled with a cigarette between his lips. Joshua, the speedster, had a wide, flat nose, an acne-scarred face, long, blonde, messy hair that fell over his shoulders, and a sneer that showed too many teeth. Lars, the dead, had a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand and a glass pipe in his right. His red cheeks appeared painted on his pale skin, and he had a lanky body with no muscle mass.
“Fuck yes, can we help you, Polly?” Lukas said in a smooth voice, as he moved like water towards us. A daredevil of exceptional agility, his well-defined arms moved like silk under his shiny, white shirt. He had strong thighs under his blue, silky shorts. He didn’t make a sound as his foot pivoted on the floor. He flicked his cigarette into the corner, where sparks flew as I bounced off the wall and landed in the middle of a small puddle.
“Fuck. Yes, I get first, cause I’m first. I get her pussy or ass or mouth, I don’t care, I just need to get inside her,” Joshua said with slurred words that he pushed out with short breaths. He rushed forward and undid his pants to expose a hand-sized erection. Roshana stared at them while I frowned. I hate pretty boy Lukas for the rumor he spread about my best friend. He appeared beside Roshana and blocked the camera view. I swung and knocked him into the back wall, where he crumbled onto the floor with his wind knocked out of him. He gasped for breath.
Roshana whimpered and let the dildo fall from her mouth. She looked scared, petrified, but why? After all the stuff I did to her, why these guys? As I scrutinized Roshana, I came to understand. Her father had beaten her and sexually assaulted her, which caused her desire and need for pain. She needed to punish herself because she loved and hated her father. She enjoyed and dreaded the assault. Her mind rebelled, but her body rejoiced, and, too young to understand, she decided that she must love it, and that shame caused her need to punish herself.
I have four gifts, two that everyone knows about, strength and healing, but two I keep hidden, memory and empathy. If the administration ever found out that I have four, I would never get the opportunity to buy my way out of the military. They would never let go of such a valuable asset. My empathy allowed me to understand and feel Roshana’s fear. She didn’t want anything to do with these guys. She sought popularity and acceptance from her friends and girlfriends, but didn’t want these guys.
And yet, her lust betrayed her. Her body wanted them, surrogate fathers, to accept her, to love her, to care for her, and to abuse her. When does persuasion become coercion? I could persuade her, and she might say no, or I could coerce her, force her to say yes. I need the money. Roshana needs the money. Up to this point, I had only used persuasion. However, now she needed coercion, a push towards what her body and mind craved, but her emotions screamed against.
“What’s the problem? We want to fuck you two, and you want to get fucked,” Lukas said with his smooth, high voice, which didn’t sound right for his frame. Did he smoke to deepen it? Stupid Lukas would do something like that.
“Haven’t you noticed, I’m streaming. Say Hi to my fans,” I said and pointed the camera at Lukas. The chat erupted with suggestions, most for Roshana, whom my fans loved, but a few for me.
“I look great on camera,” Lukas said with a smile and a wink. He kept his distance because he knew I would hurt him if he tried to force himself on us. No one forces themselves on a hulk. We snap bones like normals snap toothpicks.
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