The Fixer-Upper (closed)

[SinisterSpiders]

There was nothing I could do to escape.

Tommy used his strength and size to overpower me, pushing my face back into the pillow to dampen my protests. I struggled to breath, struggled against him, struggled to stop myself from collapsing.

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He just kept going. His cock was hard and hot, pushing and splitting me open. His balls were clapping against my clit and it was killing mey. I was crying now, in pain, anger, with need for release. It was all too fucking much and I was so confused. My body was going weak, shaking with the force of his thrusts, and I was begging again, pleading, apologising and promising him that I was his.

"I'm yours Tommy," I whimpered, "I am so sorry! So fucking sorry!"

My hands clawed at the sheet, at the pillow, at my shoulder. I didn't know what to do with myself. All I knew was what Tommy was doing to me.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Her whimpered cries pushed me over the edge. Release washed over me, and once again I emptied my balls as deep inside her as I could, flooding her cunt with my seed.

I held her down as I slowly pulled my full length out of her cum-filled pussy, and leaned back to watch with perverted satisfaction as the sticky, thick white goo oozed out of her gaping pussy, and then she spasmed a bit and a glob squirted out at me .

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It was the dirtiest, nastiest thing I’d ever seen, and I knelt there behind her shocked by it for a moment, before turning away from her.

I looked at the clock, it was just after six AM. I looked at her, writhing in my bed. I knew there was no going back to sleep.

The dark side retreated to let my guilt torment me.

I turned away, my mind running a million miles a second, a whirl of confusion as I failed to process everything that had transpired, even as it played out in an instant in my mind’s eye.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Tommy continued to hold me down as he came inside me. His cock pumped and pumped, filling my aching pussy with his seed and making me cry out in a mix of dismay and pleasure. All the sensations were far too overwhelming, too much to process.

Then, he slid out. I felt his cum leaking out immediately. My pussy spasmed, suddenly feeling the emptiness, the gaping hole left by his cock. When my muscles moved I felt a particularly large glob if jizz ooze out, and my eyes widened in horror.

He moved away from me then, and I wondered what he was thinking. I didn't know what to do, what to say. Though I was utterly convinced that this was my fault. I had driven him to this. It didn't seem at all like him and now I had forced him into it.

I laid down onto the bed, utterly unable to move.

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"I'm so sorry Tommy," I breathed, struggling to face him, wanting him to see the apology in my face. "There was just too much- it hurt so much. The booze... and Mia... I thought it would help... I-" I stopped taking a deep breath, "I didn't mean to drag you into it."

In all of these encounters, all of these instances, it was me. I was the common denominator. I was the slut. Maybe I was just getting what I deserved.

Right now he was the only person in this place who I thought cared. He had come to get me despite me being an utter bitch. He had stayed with me all night, even as my body pushed him and tormented him.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I heard her words, but they were confusing. They only led to so many more questions. Questions I couldn’t ask. So I walked over to her, knelt next to her, kissed her forehead. “I’m going to make some coffee, and then I’m going to get to work on this house,” I explained to her.

“You just get some rest.”

And I kissed her forehead again and stood up, not caring that I was still naked, but I grabbed a pair of gym shorts from my dresser before walking out of the room, stepping into them as I went down the hall.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know just what kinds of demons were haunting her. I shook my head. I didn’t want to give my dark side anything it could use against her. As I stood there and waited for my coffee, the whole night ran through my head, again and again, everything I’d done to her from the moment I picked her drunk ass up from the lesbian bar.

Little tendrils of jealousy whipped around in my head, even though I’d just had her, had just cummed in her, and she was in my bed. Someone else-Mia- had had her too.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Just get some rest?

I could do that.

I was sore, exhausted and utterly spent. My mind was spinning from all of the things competing for my attention and I just wanted it to all go away.

Tommy kissed me on the forehead before he left, and it made me sigh in relief. That tenderness, that note of concern... It was what I needed so desperately in that moment. A stark contrast to everything else I had experienced in the past twenty four hours. Though I stopped myself from thinking about that, from sifting through the mountain in my mind, from tumbling into a rabbit hole that I may never be able to claw my way back out of.

~*~

When I woke the room held that warm golden hue of midday. The room was hot as well, and I took a deep breath of the humid air. Damn air conditioner.

The memories from last night and this morning seemed muted, dulled by the sleep. Though when I moved off Tommy's bed I winced at the pain and stickiness between my legs. Every part of me felt sticky, stiff, I had no idea what fluids were where but I knew I was covered.

I looked around, realising that I was naked and that I had lost my clothing at some stage last night. I saw a white shirt of Tommy's on the ground and snatched it up. I wrapped myself in him, the musk of him wafting into my nose and making my body hum.

The shower was nice. Hot, cleansing. I had caught sigh of myself in the bathroom mirror before I hopped in and a flush of shame warmed my face. I looked every part a slut. No wonder Tommy had taken advantage of me.

When I got out I wrapped myself in his shirt again, butting it up over my naked body, knowing that the hem of it was long enough to cover my swollen parts. I had noticed several bruises and red marks on my body as I showered, and I had to hold back my tears.

I was hungry, confused and feeling a little overwhelmed. I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. I knew I should get to work on the house but it was sore to even walk, and I knew my limbs were weak at the moment.

I sought Tommy out then, leaning against the wall when I saw him. An apologetic, tentative smile on my face, though my eyes were lost in melancholy.

"Hey," I said, hoping like hell that he didn't hate me.

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[The_J0k3R]

All it took was one word, “Hey,” to snap me from my reverie. I had been putting up drywall for a couple hours now, after having cleaned the living room of all the mess and debris. I was covered in sweat, dripping from the heat. I turned and looked at her, saw her freshly showered, clean, in one of my shirts and little else, and just fucking gorgeous.

My cock spasmed in my shorts at the sight of her. I stood up, across the room from her.

“Hey,” I replied, my eyes feasting on the view of her body. Every moment we had ever fucked replayed in my mind in that instant. I felt that all too-familiar whisper in the back of my head. The dirty, bad ideas slinking up my spine. She had spent all day laying around in my bed. Slut was probably humping my pillows while she was in there. And here I was busting my ass for her.

“Feeling okay?” I asked her, before turning back to the board I was screwing into the studs. The drill whirred and hammered, and screw after screw was embedded in the new wall. I stopped and looked over at her again. Fuck she was hot. And a great lay.

“You need something, Naomi?”

 

[SinisterSpiders]

He stood there, affixing the dry wall. He was sweating and so fucking hot. Memories of last night replayed and my face flushed. It was odd though. I saw the hunger in his eyes yet his words were short. Clipped. For the first time in this house I felt somewhat unwanted.

Maybe he was pissed at me. I could understand that.

That was when I considered that maybe it was time to tell him the truth. Lying to him and hiding things from him had gotten us nowhere good. Now he hated me just as much as he cared for me, and it tore me apart.

"The other day..." I started, hesitantly. "When it all started... those deliver guys- the couch-" My throat caught in my voice and I swore under my breath.

Why was this so fucking hard?

 

[The_J0k3R]

I raised an eyebrow towards her, then drilled two more screws into the drywall before turning and facing her, crossing my arms over my bare chest. The heat was getting to me.

“Delivery guys? Naomi, what the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded. I sneered. “You got dressed up like a fucking whore last night, got fucking wasted, and made me come out and fucking rescue you. What the fuck do I care about some delivery guys?”

I shook my head, grabbed another handful of screws, and started fastening the next sheet of drywall to the studs.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Tommy's words cut me to tine core and knocked the breath from my lungs. He was so fucking angry. I just needed him to listen, just needed someone to hear me. He continued his work, turning away from me. Turning away when I needed him the most.

"Fuck!" I yelled, slamming my fist against a bare stud as a puff of dust wafted out. "Did you ever wonder why Tommy? Why the fuck I did any of it when-" I took a deep breath "when we had such a good thing going? It was the delivery guys Tommy, I- they-"

Once more I froze, dismayed by the way he was ignoring me.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She yelled at me, and I was happy to return the favor.

“The delivery guys, what, Naomi? They were all hot and sweaty dropping off furniture and you acted like a slut and fucked them like you fucked that dyke last night in the bar?” I spat.

I shook my head and muttered to myself: “fucking whore.”

More screws into the new wall. Drill, drill, drill…

Who was I? What had I become? Those thoughts were pushed under. I looked over at her again.

“You want to make it fucking up to me? You know what I like.”

 

[SinisterSpiders]

"NO!" I screamed, my body walling in despair at how quickly things had gotten fucked up. "FUCK YOU TOMMY, FUCK YOU!"

"I AM NOT A FUCKING WHORE!" I yelled, gripping his shoulder and pushing him away from the drywall he was so attached to. "YOU ARE JUST LIKE THEM!"

I took a step back, stumbling over some of his tools.

"I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU!" I screamed, I kicked the packet of screws and sent them flying before turning and running to my room. I slammed the door behind me and locked it before diving under my bed and grabbing my bottle of vodka and tearing off the lid. I took it back over and slid down the door, leaning against it as I sculled what was left in there.

It wasn't enough.

Fucking nowhere near enough.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I chased her halfway down the hallway, but she slammed her door in my face and locked it.

I had half a mind to knock the fucking thing down. It would probably come right off it’s hinges.

Instead, I stomped back to the living room, took one look around, and decided I was done for the day. I went back to my room, threw on a shirt, and then I was out the door. Got in my truck and drove.

And did battle in my head. I didn’t know who was in charge anymore, and I needed to figure it out. But I knew what I had become. What I already was...

 

[SinisterSpiders]

The next two days passed much as the rest of them had. I retreated completely, spending my days tearing out the outside gardens and working them until my hands bled and my body ached. Every meal for me was a liquid one, and when I got hungry I ate just enough to give me energy to get through the next few hours.

I avoided Tommy completely. If he walked into a room I walked out. If he was somewhere I wanted to go I made sure I went elsewhere instead.

My nights were filled with terrors. Every time I closed my eyes I was used and abused, by people I didn't know and those who I thought I could trust.

And Tommy...

He featured in most of my dreams.

Between my drunken haze and frenzied masturbation sessions behind the garden shed, in the shower, in my bed (where ever I could find some privacy) I felt nothing except for confusion and shame. The orgasms and the oblivion of drink became the only good things in my life.

I was out on a trip to the bottle shop when things changed. The person behind the counter no longer asked for my ID, and every time I went in I got a look of pity. I was so far gone that I no longer gave a fuck.

Inside I was desperate, I knew it. I needed a way out of this spiral, because I could only see it getting worse.

And then I saw it.

There was a shop behind the bottle shop. An adult one. I went in, wondering what was in there that could fix me.

I walked out half an hour with a bag full of purchases. I had spent far too much money but I didn't care.

I had a plan.

I wanted Tommy and I needed him to listen, but he had shown no inclination that he wanted to any more.

If he didn't want to listen to me I would fucking show him.

His words had echoed back to me.

You want to make it fucking up to me? You know what I like.

Yes, I did know. And he was going to fucking get it. All of it.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She was avoiding me, and who could blame her? I would have avoided me too. Honestly, I surprised she hadn’t gone to mom and dad begging for a new and different living arrangement, but I’m sure they would have heard none of it and we would be stuck together.

Nevermind how much I still craved her. Or how I watched her at times, through the window. I had even started taking pictures of her, secretly. Nothing risque, of course. But I was becoming obsessed with her. I knew I had to have her again. It was just a matter of time.

I brooded. I obsessed. Even through the work I was doing, her presence was like a drug to me. It seemed the only thing I couldn’t bring myself to do was apologize.

I could hear her desperate, horny moans after we would go to bed. I knew what she was doing. I wanted to walk in on her, take her, use her again, but I lay there paralyzed by doubt. Instead I jerked off to memories of our time fucking.

One of us would have to break through this ice. I had no idea how though.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

When I got home from the store I walked straight into the house, dumping the bottles of alcohol and the case of beer on the floor beside Tommy, and then continued walking past him and into my room. When I got in there I shut the door, locking it behind me, and retrieving my new purchases from the bag.

I then stripped off, thankful that the house was still hot inside, and walked to the bathroom. In my hands I carried three realistic looking dildos, and I was completely nude.

I wanted Tommy's attention and I would stop at nothing to get it. In the past week I realised that the good days we had shared before all of this shit had been some of the best times I'd had in ages. I wanted them back.


I had spent a lot of time trying to figure out just why he had become so pissed. His reactions had held a depth and venom I had never thought him capable of. Then, part of me had realised that maybe he didn't want to hear what happened to me, what I had to say, even though I had tried to tell him. Tried to give him a reason for my shit behaviour. But he had cut me off at every turn, pulling no punches with his name calling.

If he really wanted to think of me as a slut, then I would let him. I would show him what had happened to me, in all of it's sexual detail. I wanted him to watch, to see it, and then when I had his attention I would make him realise that I had wanted none of it.

~*~

Ten minutes later I had the shower running, the bathroom steaming up and the door purposely left ajar.

Over the past few days I had masturbated more times than I could count. An attempt to feel something, anything, other than the emptiness and regret that consumed me.

So when I pressed the dildos against the wet tile, the silicone beading with the warm flowing water, I was already wet inside. My body was good at this now, used to it. I could go from empty to writhing in pleasure within moments.

But now, I had to contain it. I wanted to save it. Savour it. Then when Tommy came in I would unleash it. He would see me suck and fuck those fake dildos, my pleasure raining down around me.

Just like the slut he thought I was.

So I worked slowly.

Taking a deep breath I made sure everything was in the right position. My mind flashed back to that first time, the very first night that I was abused. The three guys that had ensured I was drunk, so wasted that I couldn't fight back. They had waited until I was alone, just as I was now, and they had forced me down.

One of the cocks had been thrust down my throat. Another poised and waiting by my face for his buddy to finish. The third, the most daring and invaded, had been wanked against my entrance. So close to penetrating me but held back by the promise of sport.

I was the prize The rules were that the last person to cum won me. So, they all took their turns to use me. To rub their cocks on me, in my mouth, along my breasts, up and down my slit, probing my arse.

My muscles and mind remembered that night vividly. Instead of running from it I embraced it. I swallowed one of the dildos until I was gagging, my hips writhing up and down but not encapsulating a dildo placed lower. I jerked the last one off before taking that down my throat too.

I moaned, the phallus like objects teasing my needy body with the pleasure of a release from the emptiness. The very emptiness that their predecessors had cast me into.

I got right down to business then. Using the water, using the dildos, using my hands and my mouth and my pussy. I cried out when I wanted to, rolled my hips when I needed it. I made sure I was loud, holding nothing back but my building orgasm. The door was open and I was waiting for Tommy. Ready for him. Daring him to walk in on me. To find his slut writhing in the shower, waiting for all her holes to be filled.

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[The_J0k3R]

I was finishing up some of the trim work in the living room when she burst in through the front door and dropped a paper bag filled with beer and booze at my feet, turned, and walked off carrying another bag, down the hall and shut her door behind her.

My curiosity got the better of me. That was more interaction than we had had in days and, frankly, it was a strange one. I took the booze into the kitchen and loaded the beer into the fridge, cracking one for myself when I heard the shower start running.

Heading back to my work, not sure what to make of this, I looked down the hallway and immediately noticed she had left the bathroom door open a bit.

Then I heard the moaning. Just barely, over the sound of the running water. It immediately spurred a reaction in my loins, and I found myself drawn to her.

I made my way down the hall. The moans grew louder. I got to the door and peeked inside. My heart skipped a beat. There she was in our shower, fucking herself with multiple dildos. Her pussy and mouth full even as she jerked another one. They were stuck to the walls and the floor.

Jesus fucking Christ. I knew she liked to masturbate but I had no idea… My mind whirled. What the fuck was going on with her?

Seeing her like that flipped the switch on me.

I pushed the door open.

I pulled out my phone, swiped open to the camera app, trained the lens on her, and hit record.

“Fuck that is hot, sis…” I said, smirking as I did.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

I was so lost in my pleasure that I didn't realise Tommy was at the door until he spoke, his words sending a rush of adrenalin through me. I looked up and gave him my most sultry smile my eyes widened when I saw his phone out, focus light on, but it wasn't enough to stop the moans from tumbling out of my lips.

The hand that was jerking one of the dildos stopped, moving to tease my clit instead.

"You like this?" I purred, "Good, because these dildos don't taste as good as your cock."

I moaned again, body trembling as an orgasm started to build.

"If you're a good boy and you go and get me a drink I'll let you join me. Perhaps you can let me suck on the real thing."

My eyes met his. A dare. A promise.

A trap.

 

[The_J0k3R]

My mind reeled at her words. She was every bit the porn star. I had never dared thing I would ever witness such a scene as she was putting on, riding and sucking on those fake dicks. A perversion rose in me quickly.

I nodded, setting the phone down on the counter, leaning it against a small stack of towels so that it could continue filming her actions in the shower.

I smirked at her. “Would you like a glass, or should I just bring you the bottle?” I asked her, taking a long drink off my beer. My arousal in my shorts grew rather obvious.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

"A glass?" I laughed with a languid smile, "Tommy, I want you to get me smashed."
I moaned as my body convulsed with pleasure, I looked at Tommy. "Everyone seems to like me best when I am trashed."

My eyes dropped to his short, or more accurately to the tent in his shorts. It seemed he liked me this way better too...

 

[The_J0k3R]

“You’re right,” I replied, watching as she writhed her body on a dildo. “I know I had way too much fun with you the last time you got wasted,” I said. I was determined now. There would be no holding back with her tonight.

I turned and left, quickly heading down the hall and grabbing the bottle of vodka she had dropped next to me. I grabbed another couple beers as well, and then headed back to the bathroom.

Like I said, I didn’t want to miss a thing. I walked inside, my mind racing with possibilities.

I would soon find that I had no idea what she had in store for me.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Tommy was out and back in an instant, several bottles in his hands. I was writhing with my pleasure, battling to hold it back. Though I stepped out of the shower, water trickling over my body, running down over my curves. I walked over to him, reaching down and taking the bottle of vodka from him. I tore the cap off and tossed it aside, then took a big gulp. I grabbed his free hand and tugged it, pulling him into the shower with me, bottles, underwear and all. I got to my toes and kissed him, pressing my naked body against his chest and moaning into his lips. I could taste the beer on his tongue. Perfect.

"The first time there were three of them," I panted, pulling away from his kiss and motioning to the dildos positioned all around us. "I was smashed. Taylor left me alone with them." I reached down, hand grasping his cock through the wet fabric of his shorts.

"They wanted to play a game Tommy, and now I want to play it with you," I leaned forward and nipped at his chest, hard. "The last one left after the other two came got to fuck me." I stroked his cock and took another swig of my drink, the liquid burning as it slid down my throat. "But since you're all on you're own you have to hold out... Unless you think you can cum and get it hard again for me."

I sunk to my knees then, putting my drink aside as I straddled one of the cocks. I didn't let it enter me, instead I rubbed myself against it wantonly.

"Now, the first one? He face fucked me Tommy. He face fucked me so hard I cried and begged for mercy." I looked up at him then, daring him.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I blinked as she told me her story. She had my attention. I heard her words clearly. I could tell she wasn’t making any of this up.

I took another drink of my beer, draining it down my gullet as she knelt before me. I set it down, and looked down at her glistening, perfect, naked body.

The reality of her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Anger swelled up in me, but not at her. At whoever those guys were that did her like that. At myself for not listening to her.

My hands slid my shorts down, and my cock sprang forth, stiffening its great length for her. I reached out to her, finding a grip in her long dark wet hair, on either side of her head.

“Take another drink, and then open up that slut mouth for me,” I said to her, scowling, my dark side desperately seeking to maintain some kind of control.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

I took another drink just like he told my, his cock so close I could almost taste it. When I put my drink aside I looked up at him.


"They weren't gentle Tommy," I warned. "I need you to pinch me, slap me, I want you to bruise me. When you fuck my face do it properly," my tongue darted out, tasting his musk as I moaned. "And I will come for you. I will rub myself against this dildo until I come for you. Because I did for them,"

I pressed my lips against his tip then, tongue tentatively massaging his head as I waited for him to start, my hips already riding the dildo beneath me, its length stroking my clit.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Her words spurred me on. I watched as she licked the tip of my dick, her eyes glaring up at me, and my dark side knew exactly what to do. It silenced me, took control, at her bidding.

One hand moved to the top of her head, gripping her hair even tighter, yanking her head back away from my cock, and my other hand raised and fell quickly, slapping her hard across the face. My grip in her hair turned her face back towards me immediately, and I stepped forward, aiming my cock directly at her open mouth and sinking it into her face.

I didn’t give her time to adjust, or prepare. I just forced my full length into her mouth, down her throat, and my free hand grasped the back of her head to hold her down firmly on me!

“Like this you little bitch? Is this how you want it?” I growled at her...

 

[SinisterSpiders]

My ears rang, my cheek stung and my jaw ached. Shock and pain ran through me, fear made my heart race.

I loved it.

I looked up at Tommy, seeing a heated darkness cloud his eyes, and I had but a moment to smile at him before he rammed his cock down my throat.

All of it.

I cried as it burned, as I gagged and tears sprung to my eyes. My hands came up to push against his thighs, to push him away.

I tried to deny it. Tried to yell no. Failed to protest as my body struggled for air. I looked up at him, eyes pleading for mercy, a tear rolling down my cheek.