trick – ProblemCollectionLove

Good, that’s how you should be treated. So tell everyone all about how you were raped.

Your best friend spread the news after you’d had a fight. The fight was about her borrowing your car without asking. But she decided to attack where you were most vulnerable. She’d never fully believed that the gang bang had been fully “unwanted.” Despite what you said about having been drugged. After all, she had searched out the video footage you’d said your parents had used legal action to get taken off the web. She contacted the girlfriend of the ringleader of the “rape” to get a copy. The girlfriend was glad to give it over under promise of anonymity. Your “best friend” Tina didn’t think you looked that out of it. More horny. You’d had enough coordination to suck a cock and give a handjob while being fucked from behind, after all.

Soon the video was spreading again. This time by encrypted Signal messages that couldn’t be stopped like before. “Slut machine” was written on your door in permanent marker. Your name was in stalls all over campus. Girls would grab your tits in public and moo. Guys would wolf whistle at you. You started getting invited to all the frat parties. Some were even held in your name.

It took months but eventually the excitement mostly died down. You met a nice girl. She said all that had happened to you broke her heart. After a few dates, she convinced you to go to a party with her. You hadn’t been to any since the rape.

You felt cautious but good. Really good, actually. Your girlfriend kept feeding you drinks. She led you to a bedroom and started making out. She pulled your shirt over your head and then you heard a ratchety click. Huh? Then another. You could see again as your girlfriend cut away your shirt and you realized you were handcuffed to the bed. Then she secured your legs. You were panicky but you trusted her.

That’s when some guys and girls came in with a nice light and a camera.

“Time to make another film, baby.”

After the third guy came, you were sobering up. All that was left was the shame and the sensation. It was just like before. You didn’t want this but your body did. You burned. You’d had enough of being a victim. No one even believed you.

“Release me!” They all laughed. “I want to turn over…So someone can fuck my ass properly! I haven’t had good anal since last time…” They laughed and cheered. Your “girlfriend” uncuffed you. You slapped her hard and then pulled her in for a kiss. “Does anyone have a strap-on? This bitch deserves a piece of me.”

Callie was so angry. Angry that Jordan just got away with treating everyone like trash. Angry that you let him do it. If no one was going to stand up to a bully, then she would.

“Please, honey, just forget about it. You know how he is. He acts real nice to everyone’s face, he lulls you into a false security, then he tricks you, and later you’re left wondering how the hell he got the better of you. I still don’t understand how he got me to bet my car against him in a game of Flipside. I don’t even think that’s a real card game! But he sure as hell drives around in my Tesla now!”

“Someone has to stop him! And since everyone else is too sissy, I guess it will have to be me”

She stormed off to another one of his stupid parties. Callie wore fancy underwear, a sexy low-cut top and a short skirt. It was an unfortunate necessity. Jordan’s parties were disgustingly popular and he let his gross friends be bouncers. They only let in their male friends and guys whose girls they thought they could fuck. For solo girls…if they didn’t like you or your outfit, they might ask you to flash them and decide if your lingerie was more worthwhile. Callie was ashamed to admit she had done so gleefully, before, when she was more naive and didn’t know what garbage they all were.

This time she showed up alone, full of fire, and Zeek let her in with an approving nod. He did slap her ass as she passed, calling out “Hot one coming through!” Pig. Callie had a few drinks for bravery. Sealed beers, just in case. Then she marched up to Jordan, who had a girl on each side of him, snuggling up.

“Womanizer! Trickster! Immoral monster! I challenge you! I will beat you and shame you. As reward, I want you to leave this town!”

“Whoa, hello to you too, Calliope. How’s your embarrassment of a boyfriend? Does he still have that ass tattoo – ‘Jordy’s Bitch’ – I tricked him into getting from the tattoo artist I bribed? Hmm? Well, that’s neither here nor there. You know I can’t resist a game. You got me there. What do I get if I win?”

“You won’t. I am your better.”

“Fair. But then why should I play?”

“Name your price, Jordy. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you want me out. Sooo, I guess…I want you in. You’ll move into my humble abode here.”

“What?” Calliope was confused. She was pretty sure Jordan and she had established they hated each other a while ago. He had called her the c-word, she had never forgiven him, and had finally seen his true evil nature. He was a user and abuser. She’d been working to discredit him ever since and he’d been none too pleased. Especially that time she nearly got him kicked out of school.

“There’s a spare room. No worries about impropriety. It’s been open for a few weeks. I need a tenant, is all. You will sign the year lease and move in.”

“That’s weird…but I guess, okay?”

“Shake on it?”

She did.

“I won’t lose,” Callie declared, “I have the perfect game.”

“Oh? But you challenged me.”

“Exactly. I want you gone.”

“You don’t understand. The challenger challenges. They state what they want, what they are willing to wager for. The challenged then picks the weapon, the game, if you will. Right?”

Everyone nodded and agreed. Even people Callie knew were on her side. She was horrified.

“But…no…so…what game did you?”

“Nothing too bad. We go out into my backyard and play Hide and Seek-”

“Ha! I was always the best at that!”

“Let me finish. Hide and Seek, with a twist. We are adults, after all. We need something to make it interesting.”

“Oh.”

“I call it Strip Hide and Seek. It’s simple. You go and hide. For every minute that my friends and I can’t find you, you remove a piece of clothing.”

“What?!”

“Shhh, my pet. Every minute you get to remove an article of clothing hiding that wonderful body of yours. And! You must take a selfie on the minute as proof, and send it to my party Slack chatroom. The hunters won’t look, scout’s honor. But everyone else here will know. If you get naked before we can find you, you win. You are free to go and I will honor my side of the deal and leave town.

Those photos will be my last sweet reminder of you.

But if I win, you move in tonight. And I promise you…I won’t stop trying to see more of your body. I will tell your pathetic boyfriend of my intentions and I will dedicate every day to winning your lusts and fucking you.”

Calliope blushed. Honestly, she’d had a crush on Jordan before the big fight. She had no idea he had ever been interested in her, let alone now after she’d spent so much time trying to ruin him.

No! She shook her head. He was vile and she needed to focus on getting him gone. She could still win. The woods behind his house were vast.

“Ughh! You are so gross! Fine. I don’t have much choice. Let’s do it.”

They all went out back. Jordan and a couple friends turned around and counted to 100. Everyone else made sure they were logged into the Slack chat. Sure enough, before they were done counting, a photo was posted of Callie. She was looking smug in the hollow of a big tree, her shirt removed. Then the hunters were released.

Callie was in fact very good at hiding, but sadly she couldn’t have know Jordan had an elaborate security camera array. He and his buds were able to locate her quickly and take some nice video of her darting about and stripping. They made sure to make loud noises in the wrong places, and were rewarded with progressively sexier and confident posing from Calliope.

She was a little disappointed, really, that it felt so easy. A not so distant part of Callie wanted Jordan to take her. To claim her and shame her. But she pushed those feelings down and basked in the glow of her impending victory. She wanted to make these photos good. She wanted them to be what he fapped to in some distant place, as he ruminated on how she beat him at his own game.

Just as Callie was about to remove her panties and snap a last photo, Jordan stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed her.

“Shhh, my pet. Shh, shh. You did well, but you lost. You are mine now. And that’s what you really wanted, right? To be my loser? To be my bitchy little roommate with the fiery attitude, who I eventually break and turn into my slut. Who I make cuckold her sissy boyfriend, letting him know he lost completely to a man he hates. A man you yourself despise. Mmm, yes, I can feel you trembling. Let’s go back to the house, your new home. No, no, I don’t think you get your clothes back tonight. They’ve all seen your shameless display already anyway. Oh! But let’s take one more selfie, together, so they know where you’ll be spending your nights now.”

*snap*

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Too much green beer, I guess. St. Patrick’s Day might be over, but the morning after can still be celebrated!

“Honey, ohmygod, I’m so sorry.”

“I told you, Pop, I want this. I need it.”

“You can’t be serious. It’s wrong. It’s awful. I’m awful. I’m so sorry. Is it because we let you snuggle into our bed whenever you had nightmares, even into high school?”

“Silly Daddy, I haven’t remembered my dreams for years. The only nightmare I’ve had recently is the fear of not feeling you hard-on poking me in the morning. Speaking of…hello there. Let me just help you with that. Mmmm, it feels so good to be able to grasp this thing firmly. You know for years I’ve gotten such a nervous thrill, stroking it lightly over your shorts, begging you and Mommy not to wake.”

“Sto-, Sweetie, stop it. I’m sorry, this is wrong.”

“Oh Daddy, if you wanted me to stop you would stop me. Or…” she let go, looked down and a realistic crying quaver came into her voice, “…are you saying I’m not attractive? Is that it *sniff* am I too ugly, Daddy? Will anyone *sniff* ever want me? All my friends always say Mommy is a MILF, you know? But me, everyone calls me a leprechaun. Too short, too ginger, *sniff, am I an ugly duckling?”

“Oh no, Sweetie, you’re very attractive. Just as beautiful as your Mommy. More, even.”

*sniff* “You’re just saying that because I’m your little girl.”

“No, Baby, you’re a bombshell. Anyone who can’t see that is an idiot.”

“Do you *sniff* really think I’m hotter than Mommy?”

“You’re my little girl but even I can see that.” You reach out and hug her tight. Her large breasts press against you chest, nipples perky. She shakes a little from crying, not helping the sensation.

*sniff* “How so?”

“Well you have such beautiful, hair. More silky and unique than your Mommy’s brunette bleached blonde hair. Your eyes shine and surpass her dull brown. Your lips are fuller and pouty.” She kisses your collar bone…is she pressing her chest into you, intentionally trying to rub her nipples into yours? “…um- your boobs are very, uh, developed.”

“I’m glad you noticed.” Her voice sounds smoky and seductive. No hint of choked back tears. She looks up into your eyes. Hers aren’t puffy or red or wet. “All those years of wearing thin t-shirts around the house weren’t for nothing. Nor the bikinis or tight sweaters.” She grabs onto you again…down there. “I guess this thing couldn’t lie. You think your daughter is hot, Daddy? heehee”

“G-ah! Umm, I mean.”

“Shh, let your bombshell daughter take over, Daddy. I’ve worked so long for this. Leaning over you in loose tops, bending in short skirts. You looked, naughty Daddy. Now you can touch.”

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thecuntinquestion:

That’s right, jealous little whore. Play with that cute pussy while my boyfriend fucks my tight hole.

You wish this was you, don’t you? You’d give anything to be in my place. You’re not good enough though, he doesn’t want you, he just keeps you around out of pity. Be grateful we let you watch. Be thankful you can hear my moans as my cunt clenches around his cock, the way yours never will. Pathetic bitch, destined to spend your days looking on and thinking about what you could have had.

You had been so jealous of that cute blonde who was dating your high school best friend and long-time secret crush. She could tell, too, and used to tease you relentlessly. What was such a nice guy doing with someone so cruel? When they broke up and he asked you out, it seemed like a dream come true. But it had all been a lie. The two of them hadn’t broken up. He strung you along long enough until you fell for him absolutely. Then the trap was sprung. They just wanted you as their pathetic cuckold girl. You were incensed but somehow couldn’t bring yourself to leave. You still loved him. And watching him fuck her burned you up but made you unbelievably horny. Maybe the worst part was that all your friends seemed to have known what those two had been doing. They hadn’t said anything to warn you, and now they just laughed at you openly, always asking about how you and your “boyfriend” were. You’re pathetic.