Dominated And Used (Closed)

[Woe_Foe]

My character:​

Name: Bethany Smith
Age: 26
Height: 5'9"
Cup size: 32D
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The story:​

I always got so thrilled over the prospect of seeing my family again. It's been seven years since I moved out, at the age of twenty and rarely saw my folks since. I mean, I visited during the holidays such as Christmas and thanksgiving, but other than that I mostly kept contact via telephone and email. I didn't leave for college, mind you, but to follow my dreams of becoming a big shot model. Yes, as you can imagine it was a bit tough. It's hard to make it big, but eventually I succeeded about two years ago. Now my Facebook profile has thousands upon thousands of viewers and my twitter profile is all the craze. My manager, Tim, was a great, happy-go-lucky man who always managed to do the impossible for me (oh, and I'm also engaged to him, so there's that), I made a six figure salary and got to travel a whole lot. Needless to say that I was doing well for myself but I did get homesick from time to time. That being said, I looked after my younger, eighteen year old brother a lot - keeping up with him via Skype and sending money if he ever needed it. Now, our family wasn't poor mind you (if fact, out parents were wealthy), but they honestly believed that we would had to live as 'normal' teenagers until we went to college, as to learn to not be overly dependent on their money. I saw their point, but still felt bad for my younger brother.

Oh, his name is Johnathan Smith. Now, unfortunately for him he seemed to have gotten most of his genes from my grandfather's side. By that I mean that unlike my parents and I, he wasn't tall (in fact, he stood 5'6"), was chubby by nature and had some of the worst acne I have ever seen on a teenager. I'm not criticizing him or anything! I'm just saying this so that you understand that he's not exactly mister popular at school and it was killing him - mostly because I was rather a legend at the school for being one of the most famous cheerleaders to have ever graduated from there. He always had the need to become known as I was.

So...when Johnny told me via Skype that our parents were out of town, I suggested that he should hold a party. I mean, he was graduating soon and this could be his last chance to make a good impression.

I know, I know - it was terrible of me to suggest something like this but I really did want him to go to the prom and have a good time. He quickly agreed, only on the condition that I'd come too to make sure he had company if all else failed. Besides, me being there would give him the chance to brag and get more people to show up for a chance to meet me. It would help - I knew that much.

God, I hope that doesn't sound narcissistic of me.

Anyway, so finally the big day came about and Johnathan and I helped fixed the place up (a beautiful condo in Manhattan) before the guests arrived. I made sure to dress up nicely - but not too nicely...I mean, I didn't want to have too many horny eyes ogling me up. I mean, I did take a bit of provocking pictures such as these:

But that's besides the point - I decided to play it safe as I wore a pair of tight blue jeans, a white tank top and a baseball cap over my head. They'd barely be able to recognize me like this, right? So, I gave myself another quick look at the mirror before going downstairs. Johnny was putting the beer in the fridge - which I got for him, just for this occasion. What? I knew that alcohol was a must for any party and I wanted him to make more friends before high school was over with.

"Thanks sis." he muttered out as I came down the stairs.
"Don't mention it." I replied with a smile.

That's when we heard the door bell and we began buzzing in some of our guests.

Here goes nothing.

I tweeted "Going to rock at my bros party. See you later later xox", linking my followers to the following pictures before I made myself at home. Well, it was technically my home but you know what I mean!

 

[StFornicate]

I was eighteen years old, and a hellraiser. Born and raised in the rough part of the city, I learned early on that I had to be the baddest motherfucker in the room to ever earn any respect, and I set about being that guy. It wasn't long before I was moving drugs small time, kickin ass, taking names, and carving out a spot for myself.

I worked hard, and worked out harder. So what if I'd been in and out of juvie a few times, and at eighteen now was more man than child, at 6'2" and 200 lbs of hard muscle. In another life I could have been a star quarterback, but in this life... Things were different.

There was a party tonite, that I'd heard about it through the grapevine. Some dweeb was throwing it, and it would be full of high school kids, prime targets to move a whole lot of weed and coke and X. And... Well, this dweeb, he had a sister. And she was smoking hot. Like stupid, ridiculous, smoking fucking hot. She was actually halfway famous on the internets from her modeling career, and it hadn't escaped my notice that a sex tape starring her would net me, literally, millions if I could acquire such a thing.

I would just have to make it exist. Hell, I was fixing to star in it. I was impressively hung, and maybe it would launch my own porn career! That would be a fuck of a lot better than this shit! Word on the street was that she was engaged to be married, but I didn't give much of a fuck about that. I was already figuring out how to ensure her cooperation...

 

[Woe_Foe]

*DING DONG*​

I put my iPhone away while I glanced around for my brother, who was nowhere around to be found. I glanced up the stairs, as I thought that I saw him there and asked loudly "Johnny, aren't you going to answer it? It might be one of your friends."

I was greeted by silence.

I frowned a bit, knowing that he was getting nervous and probably found something stupid to do to distance himself for a while. I'd think of a way to get him to socialize later - first things first, I needed to let the guests in.

I walked over to the door and opened it.

"Hey, welcome to Johnathan's party." I greeted with a smile.

 

[StFornicate]

Alright, the stash was good to go, and so were my boys. I had four of them with me, and we were all loaded up. Partytime was rapidly approaching, and I had seen the pics that Bethany had posted to the twitter machine; she was in a white tank and ballcap, and looking fine.

We busted out an eightball of coke, and the five of us tore through that shit in a hurry! We smoked a doobie at the same time, so we were all good and buzzed as we hopped on the subway to make our way to the party. We had crashed high school parties like this plenty of times; we knew how to make an entrance, and my boys knew how to spot the guys and gals in the crowd that had money to drop on our goods.

The condo was just starting to fill up with people when we got there. I had my boys around me as we rang the bell and the door opened up; I was not expecting Bethany to be right there! She looked hotter than I expected, too, but I kept my cool.

"Hey, thanks, girl," I said, giving her the real quick up and down.

"Yo, Tommy!" someone called to me from inside. It never failed. I was known around here, and this crowd was happy to have their hookup.

"Make yourselves at home, boys," I said with a smirk, keeping my eyes locked with Bethany's as the guys streamed into the party around us, leaving me and her standing at the door. "I'm Tommy MacArthur," I told her, shutting the door behind me. "And you are gonna show me where I can get a drink," I said.

I wasn't asking.

 

[Woe_Foe]

Well, there were certainly a lively bunch of guys. I didn't know what else to do than to let them in; I mean, they seemed to know what the party was about and figured that they were friends (or likely just acquaintances) of Johnny. Nevertheless, I stood at the door and it took me a while before I noticed that one stayed behind. With a smile, I gestured with my hands for him to come in and head the door close behind me.

"I'm Tommy MacArthur," he introduced himself and I figured that I should do the same...I guess.

"Oh, hi Tommy." I said, trying to seem as amicable as possible "I'm Bethany."

"And you are gonna show me where I can get a drink,"

...That was an odd way to ask. Whatever, I'd just have to show him this and he'd be out of my hair forever.

"Sure. This way." I said, leading him into the kitchen, which had already a handful of people in, drinking. I showed him the fridge and said "Help yourself whenever you're thirsty." and was prepared to leave.

 

[StFornicate]

"Oh I'm thirsty alright," I replied to her, looking her up and down, drinking her sexy body into my eyes. "And you are just the tall drink of water I'm after girl," I continued.

She was the oldest person here at the party. I knew I had to keep her occupied while my boys did their dirty work, and all would be going according to plan. One of my guys was on the hunt for Bethany's dweeb brother; he was here somewhere, it was his party after all. My phone beeped with a message. I glanced at it real quick. "Got him. All good."

Perfect. Andy had a specially rigged gas mask, he'd found at a military surplus. He'd rigged it up so it would recycle the air you breathed, instead of filtering it, and added a special hose. Basically, he'd take a hit of weed and blow it into the mask, through the hose, and whoever was wearing the mask would just get more and more stoned with every breath they took.

It was a thing of beauty, really. I'd certainly enjoyed it plenty. And poor Johnathon, whether he liked it or not, was enjoying it right now...

It was mere moments later that we caught a whiff of the smell of weed wafting into the kitchen. Pre-rolled joints always sold well!

I noticed Bethany didn't have a drink. "What you drinkin babe? Lemme mix you somethin up."

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Oh I'm thirsty alright,"
"Oh good, then you'll-" I said, though quickly realized that he wasn't done talking - given the fact that he was just looking at me up and down and decided to go ahead and speak over me, saying
"And you are just the tall drink of water I'm after girl,"

I rolled my eyes at that. Seriously, he was going to use pickup lines like that? I laughed at bit at his little joke and instead opened the door of the fridge to him. He was just like any other horny eighteen year bastard here. I think he got the picture, seeing as he was toying with his phone now. Obviously out of embarrassment.

"What you drinkin babe? Lemme mix you somethin up."

Okay, looks like that wasn't the case. Ugh.

"I don't drink." I said, crossing my arms. "You can go ahead and get me a bottle of water if you want though."

Rude but maybe it'd get the point across?

 

[StFornicate]

I had to smirk at her curt response. "So your little tweet about rockin this party was a load of shit, huh?" I asked her, quickly pulling out my phone. With a couple quick taps, I had her twitter account on screen. "Some party this is gonna be," I said.

I had quickly garbered the attention from the rest of the folks in the kitchen. "Have you seen this slut's tweets? I'd follow her if I were you. She's got some sexy shit up there." I opened up the selfie shot of her in sports bra and panties and showed it around the room.

"Never occurred to me you'd be a prude," I said, locking my eyes with hers.

 

[Woe_Foe]

This slut's tweets?

God the nerve of this fucking prick...just who the hell did he think he is?

I masked my frustration and anger by simply fixating my gaze on him and his buddies as they passed around the phone, looking and my self-shot picture. Come on Beth...you're better than them. You're better than him. Don't stoop to his level...

"Never occurred to me you'd be a prude,"

God damn it.

"Just pass me a drink. You win."

 

[StFornicate]

"Mmm yeah, that's more like it," I said, grabbing a beer from the fridge. I cracked it open and took a long drink, and then grabbed a cup and quickly set about mixing her up a drink. I'd done this plenty of times, and had gotten quite good at it, mixing up alcoholic beverages for girls that were deceptively strong, while hardly tasting of the booze inside.

And, it was easy enough to distract her attention from me. One of my boys came into the kitchen with a smoking joint, and offered her a hit. When she turned to him, I slipped a dose of white powder into her drink, pure MDMA, aka Extasy. It was a practiced move, and it escaped everyone's notice as I mixed the drink up on ice and then handed it to her.

"Enjoy, babe. Now, how about some music, huh?"

There was a general chorus of agreement from the rest of the people in the kitchen.

"Can't have a party without a little dancin, right?" I said. I watched as she took a drink, knowing the X would start to hit her in about twenty minutes or so, gradually, and then she'd be rolling balls!

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Mmm yeah, that's more like it,"

I scoffed as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it up for me. I was right about to grab it, when some idiot approached me with marijuana and offered me to smoke smoke. I responded by telling him to fuck off and that I wasn't going to do something so stupid. He left and I eyed Tommy, who was pouring alcohol into a cup. He was mixing a drink, so I suppose that the beer wasn't for me after all. Well, whatever.

"Enjoy, babe. Now, how about some music, huh?"

"I guess...and don't call me babe." I said, giving into the peer pressure as I turned out the stereo with the click of a nearby remote. I had put some top 50 playlist that was already set up and judging from the reactions, it wasn't a bad choice.

"Can't have a party without a little dancin, right?"

"I guess. Knock yourself out kid." I said, sipping the drink, which didn't even taste all that strong. Whatever, I didn't really care...

 

[StFornicate]

The music started drawing people out of the kitchen and into the living room, where there was ample space for dancing, leaving me and Bethany alone except for a couple of guys from my crew. One of them handed me a smoking joint, and I took it and puffed on it.

"So what's your deal? You're acting like a real stuck-up bitch," I said to her, taking a toke on the joint. "I thought you'd be cool," I said. I offered her the joint, winking slyly at her; the other guys just snickered.

"C'mon Tommy, this is a waste of time. Party's fucking lame," one of them said.

"Yeah. Jenny Delacroix is having a party tonite too, let's take the cool people and head that way," the other responded. I raised an eyebrow, looking at Bethany.

 

[Woe_Foe]

"So what's your deal? You're acting like a real stuck-up bitch,"
"I'm not sure what you mean..."

Okay, I knew exactly what he meant (I was trying to seem as stuck up as possible so that they would leave me alone) but I was having a little fun acting coy. I declined the joint again when it was offered to me a second time, and it seemed that my plan was working.

Maybe a little too well though...

"C'mon Tommy, this is a waste of time. Party's fucking lame," one of them said.
"Yeah. Jenny Delacroix is having a party tonite too, let's take the cool people and head that way,"

Wait...although I didn't want anything to do with them, I still needed them to be at the party. That was the whole point right? For Johnny's sake?

Come on...Beth think...

Then against my better judgement, I said: "Hold on! What if I agreed to dance with one of you boys? And you'd get to lead?"

Of course, I knew who'd take me up on my offer...

 

[StFornicate]

I laughed, and looked her up and down once again. "You're kidding, right?" I said, taking another puff on the joint. I blew the smoke out my nose, so it clouded around us and she couldn't help but breathe the smoke in.

"I mean, c'mon. You tweet you're gonna rock this party, but you're dressed like a scrub," I said. The guys snickered again.

"Ain't no shit, man," one of them said. "I know the chicks at Jenny's party come prepared to get down."

I looked at her again, raising an eyebrow. "C'mon guys, let's blow this joint," I said, waving them towards the door. "This slut thinks she's hot shit, but she's old news."

 

[Woe_Foe]

Oookay...that wasn't the reaction that I was expecting.

I saw these boys earlier and how their eyes were wandering all over my body, Tommy especially was guilty of this. So, quite frankly I was surprised over how nonchalant they were being about my offer. Suddenly, a new idea popped into my head. But...wouldn't that be too much?

"C'mon guys, let's blow this joint. This slut thinks she's hot shit, but she's old news."

But I needed to get them to stay here. I mean, they were the popular click and Johnny needed that.

So...

"Hold on, hold on!" I exclaimed "What if, I add that whoever dances with me gets to choose what I'll wear? Anything at all!"

 

[StFornicate]

This bitch really was desperate to keep us here.

"Sold, babe," I said, and the guys behind me hooted and hollered a bit. "We'll stick around." I looked out at the living room. "Looks like more people have shown up, too." The place was definitely starting to get packed. I turned to my boys. "Hand out some drinks, fellas."

I turned back to Bethany. "So, you gonna show me what you got in your closet, slut?"

More snickers at that last word. "Hell, I'll even put the word out and make this party really hoppin, dependin..." I said, trailing off as my arm snaked around her waist and I led her out of the kitchen, making sure she still had her doctored drink.

 

[Woe_Foe]

I sort began to drift off into my own thoughts as the boys talked amongst themselves. Just what was I doing? Obviously, this wasn't right - even for Johnny's sake. And why was my heart beating so loudly now? I wasn't nervous, I dressed in skimpy clothing all the time but...

God was I getting excited?

"So, you gonna show me what you got in your closet, slut?"
"Hm? I'm sorry I sort of drifted off." I said softly, 'waking' up from my thoughts. He didn't bother repeating himself however.
"Hell, I'll even put the word out and make this party really hoppin, dependin..." he then replied, his hand snaking around my great waist, hoping onto my hip - almost pulling me in close. I had to fight off the urge to smile from this...just what the hell was going on with me?

I needed to drink more...I think.

"Up here." I said, motioning him to the stairs, until we reached the guest room (where I was staying at). There, in my suitcase, he'd have his pick of clothes. Of course, most of it were fitness clothes but I'm sure that I had something more of his liking there.

 

[StFornicate]

This was way too easy, I thought, as I headed up the stairs behind her, enjoyinf the view of her big firm round ass in front of me. She showed me her bag when we got to the guest bedroom; it couldn't be hers, as it was sparsely decorated.

I could also tell that she was already starting to feel the effects of her drink. Probably not the X yet, but the heavy alcohol content for sure.

"Drink up, babe," I said, "lemme pick something out." I grabbed the bag and set it on the bed, and started pulling her clothes out and scattering them about the bed, not giving a shit about the mess I was making. Sports bras and tight little shorts weren't really what I was looking for, but then I dug deeper, and found some articles that were clearly for her modeling, finding some tiny skirts and cleavagey tops.

"Now that's more like it," I said, puffing on the half-smoked joint still between my lips. I turned and offered it to her once again.

"Smoke it. Of we're outta here," I said, my tone making it clear I was serious.

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Drink up, babe, lemme pick something out."

I nodded, figuring that I might as well. I sipped through the rest of my drink, taking note of asking him later for the recipe. I mean, this was pretty good stuff; the drink was fruity and tasty...and yet didn't feel too strong. I honestly thought that I could indulge myself in it all day. Anyway, I merely watched him as he went through each article of clothing until he found what he was looking for - the more skimpy outfits, with the short shorts, booty shorts, skirts, thongs and all.

"Now that's more like it," he exclaimed, before offering me his joint "Smoke it. Of we're outta here,"

I sighed and with a smile said "Fine." before I took it off his fingers and took a puff. Honestly, it wasn't the first time I've taken this up but...

"Pretty strong." I said, before coughing a bit as I continued"Anything there that you want to see me in?"

 

[StFornicate]

"Definitely, babe," I replied, setting aside a tiny black skirt and a small white blouse. I watched her finish her drink and nodded, knowing what now was fully brewing in her system. By the time we were on the dancefloor, she'd start feeling the effects quite well.

"Here," I said, handing her the two garments and nothing else. I sat down on the bed and leaned back on my hands to watch her, quite eager to see what she did next...

I couldn't be happier with myself. So far, I hadn't even needed to use the extra leverage I had, in the form of busting her stoned-out brother, to ensure her cooperation. She was truly desperate, and if there was anything I loved to see in a slut, it was desperation. I could feel the blood rushing to my loins, and made no move to hide the impressive bulge growing quite obviously against my thigh in my jeans.

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Definitely, babe,"

And he set aside the tiniest black skirt I had, and a white blouse. I finished my drink and watched the skimpy articles of clothing carefully, before moving my eyes back to him wordlessly. I then eyed the door, as if to tell him to get out while I changed but...

"Here," he said, handing me over the articles of clothing and simply sitting down. Obviously, he meant to stay and watch. Oh well.

So I began to change in front of him, peeling off my jeans and revealing my firm round ass to him, hidden only behind a simple white thong. My bra matched, but I quickly covered myself up with the articles of clothing he chose...how 'covering' myself up might be an overstatement, given that the shirt just barely hid the underside of both of my firm cheeks and the top was too tight to fully button up, giving him (and anyone else who'd look my way) their fair share of cleavage.

 

[StFornicate]

I watched her intently as she stripped before me, and shimmied into the tiny skirt and too-tight schoolgirl blouse. I had taken what remained of the joint from her and puffed on it, finishing it, and dumped the roach in my empty beer bottle.

"Hmm. I like it," I said, standing up and approaching her. "Can't wait to see your dance moves." I put one hand on the small of her back.

"Although, we do have a little problem here." I grabbed her ass, squeezing her plump backside quite firmly.

"That problem, well... Is that I didn't pick out any underwear for a reason, slut."

I reached up under her skirt and grabbed the thong she was wearing, and pulled it down her legs. "And that's because you shouldn't be wearing any. No bra, either."