by Writing Shark
You fuck Emma Watson
As the day progresses, so does Emma’s desire. She’s already so far gone that she’s probably forgotten what happened so far, but she’s clinging to your body and touching you with the devotion and skill of a stupid wallflower while you take her to the small shower in the photo studio.
“Let me… I need… I want…” She can barely get a coherent sentence out as you try not to notice the sweat and urine. You push her roughly into the shower, but Emma doesn’t manage to understand what you want from her and instead just keeps fingering herself while you, a little annoyed, spray her body with cold water.
“You’re a little slut,” you grin at her and let the stream of water wander.
“Yes!” she screams, her brain so open with lust that the contents spread across the room via her tongue and you can fill her with new knowledge. You’ve done this many times and know how it works. And the best way is to replace the mindset of a young feminist with a hard cock in her pussy.
“Come here.” You stand threateningly over the cold, wet body and unbutton your pants. She fixates on you with dull eyes, then her greedy gaze moves to your cock.
“Yes…” She quickly but clumsily crawls across the tiled floor of the small shower and wets your pants in the process. An evil grin graces your face as you press your palm onto her face and push her back.
“Beg for it slut.” She has fallen deeply and Emma throws herself even deeper into the abyss. She’s a different person and your cock will cement that being, right next to the good feminist.
“Oh please please give it to me please I want it so bad I want it I need it please give it to me pleahurrrrrgh…” Little Emma is not used to your cock and you wonder if you are the first to use her. But it doesn’t matter. Emma has a mouth and your cock feels at home in her opening as you grab the back of her head and fuck her mercilessly. You fuck her quickly, hard and brutally, your cock screams for conquest and destruction and the neurons in your brain fire off hard signals. You take what you want and the drug-fueled side of Emma, the willing little whore, moans and gags and ignores the signs from her inexperienced body that you’re being too brutal to her.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long, you stupid little thing,” you growl, feeling her hair on your fingers. You ram yourself into her with a hard thrust, then throw her to the ground again. Coughing and choking, Emma gasps like a wet cat trying to throw up a ball of fur but all she can get is a little vomit coming out of her mouth. “Shit! I wanted to kiss you like a princess,” you grin. Emma turns around on her battered knees and opens her mouth wide.
“More!” she gasps, sticking out her tongue. But a girl won’t tell you what to do and your well-aimed slap sends her spinning and falling onto her side. Immediately you are between her legs, spreading them and pulling her ass cheeks apart until the skin turns white under your hands. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and dirty! Fuck me deep and…” Her scream mixes with your loud moans as you take her ass.
“Fucking nasty trash whore” you growl again, enjoying how her tight asshole gets even tighter at the insult. “Enjoy being tamed, you stupid cunt.”
“Yes! Fuck yes! Stupid cunt! Enjoy it! Fuck you fuck me so deep! Keep fucking me! More!”
Roughly and quickly you dry the water from her body that her heat hasn’t yet allowed to evaporate. Then you pull out a marker.
“Let’s announce your new philosophy to the world.” Emma nods like a madwoman.
“And then you fuck me again.”
It takes almost an hour in which you forbid her to come and Emma is almost crazy with lust when, after thinking for a long time, you finish the last words on her hip.
‘5 Dollar Whore’ is written on her sternum.
‘Whore’ across her mouth.
‘Dick Handlers’ on their forearms with arrows to their hands.
‘Empty Space’ on her forehead.
‘Hurt me’ over her breasts and ‘Pull here’ on her nipples with little arrows.
‘Insert Cock’ adorns her Venus mound and of course ‘Anal Whore’ on her butt, the O also above her opening. Admittedly, you didn’t have to think about it for that long, it was more about torturing her. Then some ridiculously low prices all over her body. (As if you were underselling her). But little Emma can’t get upset about that. She wants to be fucked too much and her body is already wet and ugly again from sweat.
Her pussy is surprisingly tight even after she has her fist in it, so you’ll have no trouble getting comfortable inside her and bombarding her head with new ideas.
“That’s good Emma Whore. That’s why you’re in this world. Fucking is good for you.”
“Yes! Fucking is so good! Finally! I’m getting fucked! Thank you for fucking me!” Her body slowly loses strength and hangs weakly in your arms but her juices run in torrents from her mouth and her cunt. At some point she just babbles nonsense and you shove a ball gag into her mouth so you can destroy her undisturbed.
You take your time, have fun with her for several hours. Eventually she becomes sleepy as the drugs have turned every bit of energy into sexual madness, her sweet little eyes drooping shut and her body lying limp in your hands. You push yourself into her ass once more, covered in her pussy juices, then it’s her mouth’s turn.
Her tongue is limp and tired, but keeps you hard enough that you can enjoy shooting your load into her face. Then only your gasps can be heard in the room as you stand over the naked girl and look at her.
The sex was good, even if it wasn’t Emma Watson who you fucked in all holes and humiliated. It was someone else, a person Emma has yet to name. But that person is inside her now, created by the drugs, brought to life by your cock and shaped by your words. This person is dirty, depraved, ready for anything and only has fucking on her mind. Nothing but that has room in this person and she exists solely to make cocks hard and pussies wet.
“Sleep well, dear Emma,” you whisper, picking her up and placing her on a shabby couch at the edge of the room. You cover her almost tenderly and push her hair out of her face. “Tomorrow you will wake up and not remember anything.” You grin. “That can’t be happening.” Two photos will be enough, one with her fist in her pussy, the other with your cock in her face. Both times she smiles.
She will remember this evening. Remember you. And what she did. Of her free will. Of course she will understand that you manipulated her but that doesn’t matter. In the end, all that matters is that she belongs to you and knows it. The drugs will ensure her loyalty and the lust will guide her on the past you want her to be on. You pull out your cell phone.
“Lyndsy?”
“Hello Mister Stratton. Did everything go well?”
“Yes, everything exactly as I planned… Has Hailee contacted you?”
“No Sir.”
“Doesn’t matter. Is my other appointment scheduled?”
“Yes, Sir. We… None of us would stand you up.”
“And Olivia?” you ignore her.
“Is also ready and sends best regards.”
“Good girl. Are you alone?” A short pause.
“No Sir. My fiance…”
“No worries. Just send me a pussy picture.” Another pause.
“Yes Sir.” Then the line goes dead.
Writing Shark 