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Pinned to the wall, Liv stood, legs shivering and spread apart while her hands were above her head, held firmly in place. She wanted to feel every inch of his body pressed up against hers. But he wasnt happy with that position and threw her onto the bed. Liv's naked body now was presented towards him, her back against the bed and her face full of shock from being tossed so quickly. Sam stood at the foot of the bed, naked himself, and stared at her a moment. Liv squirmed and moved to cover her body but Sam only swatted the bratty little hands away. Liv whined and groaned from the slap, albeit light, before finally laying still for him to observe. Sam finally seemed pleased and yanked her hips downwards to the end of the bed. Liv yipped and quickly looked up at him, Sam's eyes focused on her body as he grabbed her arms and pulled her forward. He was sitting her up and within no time he was holding her jaw, positioning his cock to her lips and then she began sucking. She sucked softly at first and he allowed it but then finally started thrusting with her as she herself bobbed her head. He groaned in pleasure and rested his hand on the back of her head, softly caressing her. It would have been perfectly fine had she not gagged. She wouldnt be in such a predicament if she knew how to properly take his cock and not gag.

If she was a better trained toy. Sam had just barely closed his eyes as Liv had started going deeper. His sigh of relief and his head tilting back were signs she was doing a good job. She bobbed her head more, trying to push his cock further and felt herself gag harshly. Liv pulled her head back, but it was too late. Sam had already felt her gagging on his cock and he couldnt help himself. He held her head still with one hand, and then quickly with two, lacing his fingers at the back of her head and furiously pounding into her mouth. Liv squealed in shock and writhed against him, pushing at his leg, trying to get him to stop but this only caused him to pound deeper. Her eyes swelled over with tears and he felt her nails digging into his thighs on either side, Every few seconds she pounded at his leg with the base of her palm, as hard as she could but he kept going. Its all he could think of. Pounding her throat, feeling her gag on his cock, her wretching and crying, her muffled please, it was all too much for him. He couldnt stop. He just couldnt. It was too much for him. He had to have what was his. And so he did. He fucked her throat until he was just about to cum, Livs body pushing against him, the vibrations from her muffled noises long gone from her finally caving. There was no point in talking. There was no use; he wouldnt understand her anyhow. And this was what she was being trained for anyhow. To be his toy, his pet, his little fuck doll. Trained in her fuckholes, stretched out, made to gag and swallow his cum at any moments notice or take his cock in her without any complaints. Her eyes glossed over but her body was still squirming and she was still gagging on his cock no matter how many times he thrusted into her mouth. She just wasnt getting that pretty little mouth trained. He grabbed a handful of her hair at the base with one hand and pulled her head back, slapping her face harshly and throwing her backwards on the bed.

"You shuldve been training this hole more." He slid his hand across her face, his fingertips right at her still panting lips, covered in drool, and then slipped two fingers in her mouth as he spoke. He shoved his fingers harshly in and she gagged immediately. His hand at the back of her head tightened its grip and held her in place as he shoved them in, over and over again, causing her to continuously gag each time, her eyes water and her fce squishing up. She practically drooled now and Sam shook his head. "Not even three fingers. A shame. Lets see if youve been training elsewhere."

Sam quickly moved, shoving her back, and then positioning himself so he was hovering above her before roughly shoving his cock inside her. Liv moaned and bucked her hips. Sams hands immediately flew to her throat and Liv whimpered, shaking her head just a bit. But Sam didnt care and he couldnt deny it any longer. He thrust into her, slower but deeper as his grip tightened around her throat. She bucked, but not much. She grinded into him and bucked her hips but this only caused him to squeeze harder. She felt herself let go for a moment, trusting him. But then he thrust into her as deep as possible and held it there. He tightened his grip on her throat as tight as he possibly could and she rapidly tapped at his wrist with her hand. Her face was turning red, the tears still present, though these were new ones that had caused the old to fall even farther down her cheeks.

"If youre going to buck, make it worthwhile. Im going to fuck you regardless, however i want, but if you want to buck, at least do it right."

In the middle of him speaking, her body began to writhe. Her chest felt like it was going to explode. She was tapping at his wrist, harder than ever and he could feel her entire body shaking, quivering, pleading for air. And he declined it. Her body writhed even harder and she felt her ribs pushing against her and her chest failing to rise and fall. She panicked, her arms flailing to the sides of the bed, grabbing the sheets and within seconds, letting go as her body slowed down, letting out a small flinch every so often. Her face was entirely red now and she felt things go dizzy and then dark. And then she was out. And he was still deep inside her, his hand gripped just as hard around her throat. He didnt care that the pressure would leave marks on her neck and chest. He had groaned as he saw her finally stop bucking and finally let go of her throat, his hands sliding to her hips. Livs head had fallen to the side and her entire face was bright red still. 

"God, the way your body will move for me, without any request. Fuck. See, always wanting me to use you, even like this. Who knew you were such a god damn cock sleeve?" His groans grew deeper, her body limp against him. The room filled soft noises of their movements and he groaned again, his cock twitching inside of her. "Fuck, baby. That's right, you're such a good little sleeve for me. Fuck, your pussy...fuckkk." He pounded harder into her, her body bouncing lightly, barely missing the headboard each time he thrust inside. "You want my cum, don't you? You said the other night...you fucking..." He thrust deep into her, her head hitting the headboard now, his frustration now building.

Taking slow, deep strokes, he grabbed her left nipple in his hand and tugged at it. "...you said...I could cum in you...and then...then you said you weren't sure...you didn't know....if you could...risk it...risk getting pregnant...and you..." His frustration was only building, his words broken up by this and his heaving breathing. Livs head had tilted to the side and downward in a very uncomfortable position. "You know, I should make you stay like this. All bent up. Sore tomorrow. You did this." He had slowed down to where he could talk better but he was barely holding it together. He wouldn't last much longer. "I really don't care if you get pregnant, Liv. You won't even remember this, and if you do, I'll just say it was a mishap and that I got you right into bed. And when the signs show, I'll just rub it in your face how much of a cumslut you are. Because that's what you are really...I feel your fucking pussy, Liv. It's gripping me, begging for my cum." He pulled out of her and shifted back, then grabbed her hips and pulled her downward, her head now away from the wall. He adjusted her head so it went limp to one side but comfortably now and started squeezing her tits with both hands, roughly as he entered her again.

"I'll ask you what other guys you've been fucking. Maybe one night I could drug you and have you wake up next to Thomas. He'd be down to play along. Say you fucked him when drunk. How would that make me feel, knowing you fucked my best friend and got pregnant with his baby but not mine? Huh?" He thrust harder into her but still slow and then started pulling at her nipples, harshly tugging in a milking motion. "Not great, Liv. Not great. You denied me something you promised. Then you slept with my best friend. You practically deserve it." He thrust into her as fast he could now, getting all of his frustration out with each violent thrust. He looked down and saw the beautiful red in her face was fading. It was barely even pink anymore. 

"We can't have you waking up before I finish with you, do you fucking understand??" His anger took over as his hand flew to her throat again and grabbed on hard and without mercy. Liv bounced against him, drool forming and pooling out of her mouth. He felt the intensity of her bounces with his hand around her neck as her chin repeatedly knocked into the back of his palm. He thought she was rather beautiful like this. And she'd be even more beautiful when she was groveling at his feet for forgiveness for fucking his best friend and having his child. And she would have it. It's what Sam wanted anyhow. To constantly have her bred. They had talked about it but she wasn't much a fan. Not yet and not more than one. Well, with her groveling for forgiveness, she'd be his little puppet. She'd worship him and do whatever he wanted. Or he could just drug her, hypnotize her, God there were so many ways. He grunted at the thought of her just giving birth and then fucking her and knocking her up after, as soon as he possibly could. He didn't know if he'd have to drug her or if she'd just be willing. Either way, the thought sent him off the edge as he pictured Liv with a swollen belly and a cunt full of cum. "That's right, baby, just like that...fuck..."

When he came, he pulled himself out of her and lined his cock up with her lips. He smeared the remaining cum on her lips. God, she would wake up beautiful with all these marks and fluids. If only. If his plan was to work, hed have to clean her up. It had already taken so much out of him to not do this sooner, he couldnt back out now. He grabbed her jaw and held get her mouth open, sliding his cock in.

He fucked her mouth until he was mostly clean and then pulled out, shaking her head firmly in his hand before finally letting her limp body fall back to the bed. He would be done with her. For now. Shed learn to get better with her training whether she liked it or not. He moved off the bed and started to clean her up, pushing his cum inside of her more as he fingered her. He wiped her face off, his hand still inside her, and then her chest. He looked at the bruises forming on her neck and smiled. It was the first time and it had certainly been much worse before. Granted she hadn't passed out before. But still, she would simply believe it had been a normal thing. Because it was. He grinned even bigger as he pulled his fingers out of her and began cleaning up where his hand had been. 

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again, this is just a story and if you want a scene for it, great! but this exact thing? no. we're human, not characters. there's roleplay for a reason. consensual, ethical, and safe kink. always. 

also, there's a few lil loopholes that keep the story from being too real. like the obvious bruising and her obvious memory of events prior to the end. please excuse any errors, this was a quick one.