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Caiden replies. One of his brothers she hasn't met walks up to them with a half-naked lady hanging off him. "Hey Colt, let’s go have a foursome. I'll share if you do." He laughs. The woman is eye fucking Caiden and pissing Macie off. "Fuck off Slade. I'm not sharing my woman." Caiden replies. "Hey man, just thought I'd ask. Didn't bother you in the past." Slade laughs before he drags his club whore away.

My thighs were bruised, my voice hoarse from screaming in pleasure for days straight. “Keep moving, breeder,” the lead warlord, Kane, growled, yanking the rope harder. “The main breeding pit is waiting. The entire camp is thirsty for you today.” I moaned softly, my pussy clenching at his words despite how exhausted I was. “Yes… use me… I’m your wasteland cumdump…” The camp came into view, a sprawling settlement of reinforced bunkers, rusted vehicles, barbed wire, and flickering fires. Hundreds of “survivors”, all powerful Club members in post-apocalyptic costumes, turned to watch as I was paraded through the center like a captured prize.

She could not stomach the ridicule. "So you are saying the slut that her pictures were posted with my son, that girl is Isis? The one my son is calling her name in her sleep? Omarion's mother asked, shaking her head, not believing that her son could stop so low like that and get involved with a classless girl. "Isis is not a slut ma, she is a well-behaved girl if you get to know her," Madam Louisiana explained panicky seeing that the woman was not getting the whole point of her talk.

Her hips jerked against his hand, desperate for release. “Put the bar back,” Jay ordered. She set it down with a clank, her chest heaving, nipples pebbled painfully against her crop top. Jay pulled her up roughly and pushed her onto all fours on the bench. Liam yanked down her shorts, exposing her glistening pussy to anyone who cared to look. “Please… someone will see…” she sobbed, her voice trembling with fear and shame. “That’s the point,” Jay snarled, slapping her ass hard. “You’re our slut now. Everyone needs to know.”

Kola replied with a grin. Before long news had spread through FUTA. The Ice Prince of FUTA was officially taken. Pictures and videos leaked out seriously. If Paul and Atinuke's video was a big hit, then Kola and Anjola's pictures were a big massacre to the social network of FUTA. Everyone was astounded. Kola's case was different, the girl he fell in love with in his league and damn she was hell ass beautiful. The female population could not take it. Different comments were being made.

the priest droned on. People like us? PEOPLE LIKE US?! Oh, I swear to Lady Gaga, I will burn this entire camp to the ground. But, you know, internally. Out loud, I just folded my arms and looked iconic. You're welcome, gays. I’m basically saving our community right now by keeping every violent thoughts to myself. The so-called morning exercise began. Picture a bunch of nuns clapping while we did jumping jacks like sinners at boot camp. I was glaring at the holy squad the whole time when Damian muttered.

I shook my head frantically, tears of humiliation pricking my eyes even as unwanted arousal throbbed through me. “Please… Julie, stop recording. I’m begging you. Don’t show anyone. I’m not like that—” Julie smirked, zooming the camera in on my spread thighs. “Too late, wallflower. The whole school is going to see what a needy little whore you are. Shy bookworm Doris getting her fat tits and ass groped… and look at that wet cunt. They’ll call you Forest Slut by Monday.” Marcus leaned in and pressed his face against my covered mound, inhaling deeply. “Mmm… you smell so fucking sweet. Horny virgin pussy.”

The very thought of that book sitting out there in the world made my stomach violently churn. It wasn’t just a journal filled with daily complaints.. it was a highly explicit and intensely mortifying record of every filthy and embarrassing fantasy I had ever concocted about Elijah Brooks.. the golden boy.. the guy who didn’t even know I existed. If anyone actually read those pages, I wouldn’t just be humiliated. I would literally have to change my name, fake my own death and move to a remote island where Wi-Fi didn’t exist.

She screamed anxiously and thank goodness they were in a silent place and there were barely people passing. Evans stopped and clenched his fist in frustration then turned around to face her, “Yes, this slut is gay! Yes, this slut is in love with my brother’s boyfriend, yes, this slut seduced him and also slept with him! So what?!” Evans said calmly but only he knew what he was feeling inside of him. He felt shitty and pained when saying that but that was the truth. If pursuing his obsession when he finally had the chance to is also called slutty then he agreed to the title, he, Evans Hart is a big time slut!

One day, a girl leaned over. “Serena, I have to ask—does Caelus really have eight-pack abs?” Her eyes were wide and ears flushed. I froze. How would I know that? “I don’t know,” I said. “Don’t lie! He never lifts his shirt in matches. No girl has seen it. He’s so picky!” Her friend nudged me. “I heard from the team captain he has eight-pack abs. You’re the only girl close to him. You must have seen, right?”