Unleashed: Roshana Gets Popular
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 8: Useless Deads
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8: Useless Deads - 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
“Wow, just wow,” Roshana said from the ground. She lay still, only her chest moved with her shallow breaths. Likely, she wouldn’t walk from her anal destruction. But Lars, Lars had turned into a real dead, a dead ‘dead’. I had watched people die in training films and friends’ older brothers and sisters and parents had died in the war, but I had never before seen a real, live dead body.
He, it, didn’t look special, no sunbeam on his slack face. Just dead. A lump of meat on the dirty ground. Moments ago, he orgasmed, but now, he didn’t move. No little twitches, breaths, or fluttered eyelids. No sparks of electricity inside his head. Just dead.
How do I process that? How will Roshana process that she killed him? How will we explain what happened? What the hell do I do now? Will we go to prison? Fuck, he died on stream.
Then his chest moved. Not much, but enough. Not dead, just passed out. Relief caused my hands to shake. I wanted to kill Lars for the scare, I wanted to kick his head in, to smash his bones, to hug him, kiss him. Tears welled in my eyes, and I quickly said to the stream, “Wow, I hope everyone enjoyed the show. Till next time.” Then, I closed the app, sat down against the wall in a pile of leaves, and the tears began to fall. How do soldiers, mothers, fathers, siblings, and friends deal with death? I could never do it. More than ever, I needed to buy my way out. I needed this money from my stream more than ever.
The crinkly dry leaves tickled my ass and thighs, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care that my pussy rested against the gross things. Lars lived.
“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” Lars said. At first, I thought he meant me, but he stared at Roshana, who blushed and reached over to hold his hand.
“Sorry about your shoulders, I kinda, you know, lost control, or something,” she said. Her teeth shone, and her smile reached her eyes as the sunlight spotlighted her on the ground. Even on the ground, she had a strength that I wish I had. Lars, though, looked like death warmed over, with black bags under his eyes, bones stuck out at awkward angles under his pale, transparent skin, as if his body contained no blood.
“So worth it. Just a moment with you is worth everything,” Lars said. Did he mean that? Did people say stupid, sappy stuff like that? He trembled as he pushed himself onto his elbows. The smell of sweat, blood, and sex faded, and something metallic overwhelmed my senses. The scent of love? Seriously, here, now. No fucking way.
Roshana blushed and rolled over, but then she screamed and curled into a ball. Her back and arm muscles bulged as she held herself, and caused her partially healed cuts to reopen and bleed. She looked like a black and red striped ball of muscle.
“Oh, fuck, it hurts, my ass, oh, fuck, fuck,” she said and spread her body wide on the floor to stop the pain. She lifted her hips off the ground, balanced on her shoulder blades and heels. Her breasts pushed off her chest like mountains, the blood like lava that rolled down and pooled in her belly button. Sweat, mixed with tears, darkened the concrete.
“Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck it hurts so fucking much,” Roshana said. Lars rolled over and stroked her hair. His ugly, cut-up fingers slid over her jet-black hair that glimmered in the sunlight. The dust and pollen in the air gave the room a surreal, otherworldly appearance. I wish I could film it, or take a picture, but they never turn out. The sparkles always turn into static, or an ugly haze, so I concentrated and enjoyed the moment until, with a sudden insight, I realized that Roshana needed urgent medical help. Fuck, she could die if she loses too much blood, or goes into shock, or just, oh fuck!
I rummaged through my bag and found more painkillers. I gave Roshana three, which would knock out a normal person, but just made her drowsy. My heart hammered in my chest, and I struggled to breathe as Roshana sipped water to wash down the pills.
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