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(DISCLAIMER: the following story was written as fantasy by an adult for adults. For fantasy only. the characters and events in this story are all comepletely made up. I do not condone any of the actions depicted in this story in real life, NOT a guide for or approval for ANYONE to do any of the actions in real life.)
The Temple, the gym Rea owned and managed, sat perched on the edge of the Shadow Creek area of Elmsbrook, its windows framing the vast expanse of the beach beyond. The late evening light painted the sands a soft gold, the waves whispering secrets to the shore as they lapped at the feet of the horizon. Rea stood behind the glass at the east side of the weight room, her eyes lingering on the serene beauty outside, the sound of the ocean a gentle lullaby to the pattern of silence that surrounded her. She stood lost in tought with a damp towel covering her bottom half. The floor was a mosaic of black and red mats, the equipment gleaming with the promise of a new day's conquests. The faint scent of disinfectant hung in the air, a silent sentinel of the battles won and lost within these walls.

Growing up in the Whispering Pines slums had been a life lesson in survival. The air was thick with the smell of burnt dreams and the cries of lost souls, the streets a canvas for the art of despair. Jake had been her beacon in the murk, a lanky figure with a mop of blond hair that never quite knew how to stay in place. They had met in an abandoned camper, two misfits trying to navigate the treacherous waters of childhood. Jake had looked up at her with those innocent blue eyes, and she had felt something stir within her, something she hadn't been able to name until much later.

Rea had been a tomboy back then, her mother's dresses and ribbons abandoned in favor of hand-me-down sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. Her hair was a mess of black curls that she kept short to avoid the taunts of the other kids, her cheeks still round with the softness of youth. Jake had never seen her as anything but one of the guys, his best friend and partner in crime. They had played games of tag that had turned into games of hide and seek from the shadowy figures that lurked in the alleyways, their laughter echoing through the night like a siren's call to freedom.

In the sticky heat of the Whispering Pines summers, they had played baseball until their hands were raw and their clothes were sticky with sweat. Rea had been a force to be reckoned with, her arm throwing the ball with a precision that left the boys gaping. She had been the fastest, the strongest, and the bravest of them all, her fearlessness a beacon in the grim reality of their lives. Jake had tagged along, his lanky frame struggling to keep up with the older kids, but Rea had never left him behind.

Through the years, as they grew, so did the games. From street football to daring night raids on the local convenience store, they were inseparable. Rea had been the ringleader, her sharp wit and unshakeable confidence leading them through every escapade. Jake had been her loyal sidekick, his blue eyes wide with admiration as he watched her take charge.

As they grew into their teenage years, the lines of their friendship began to blur. Jake had discovered the gym, his body transforming from a gangly collection of limbs into a sculpted work of art. His blond hair grew out into a messy mop, and his clothes grew tighter to showcase his newfound muscles. The other kids in the neighborhood couldn't help but stare as he strutted down the street, his broad shoulders and narrow waist a stark contrast to the baggy clothes of his youth.

Rea, on the other hand, had blossomed into a creature of sex and beauty. Her once-rounded cheeks had hollowed out, revealing the sharp bones beneath. Her breasts had filled out, and whennthe boys began to see her as a conquest she learned to hate it. Her hair grew long and sleek, and she had started to experiment with makeup, playing up her fiery personality with bold red lips and dark, smoky eyes. Her clothes became baggier, looser, and more concealing.

The shift in their friendship was gradual, almost imperceptible at first. The other boys in the neighborhood, once eager to follow her lead, now greeted her with a mix of lustful looks and lascivious remarks. They saw the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the way her ass filled out her jeans. But when they approached her, she would brush them off, her voice low and gruff, her eyes cold and hard.

Rea found refuge in the gym with Jake, the smell of sweat and metal a welcome escape from the leers and catcalls that had started to follow her everywhere. She threw herself into her workouts with a fervor that was both inspiring and intimidating. The weights became her sanctuary, the benches and barbells her trusted companions. And through it all, Jake remained by her side, his friendship unwavering. Their long tiring days turned into long tiring nights as they explored eachother.

Jake had own the jackpot in him mind. He found himself attracted to males and females though he kept quiet due the the extreem homophobia of the teens at school. Rea never judged and even indulged him in his needs at night. The gym had become a place of refuge for them both, a sanctuary from the judgments and expectations of the outside world. As they grew closer, the barriers between friendship and something more began to blur.

It was during one of their late afternoon workout sessions at the schools track that Jake met Samantha. She was a new student, a delicate blonde with a figure that could make even the dumbest of teens shut up trying to figure out what to say in a way that would not offend her. Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of mischief, and she had an infectious laugh that filled the room. Rea felt a strange twist in her stomach as she watched Jake light up at the sight of her simple beauty. Samantha smiled feeling resentful of Rea, her eyes lingering on Rea's curves that she could never replicate.

Jake stormed inside pissed and anxious. His eyes scanned the gym, searching for the one person who could justify the state of dread that had settled in his stomach since the phone call. Spotting Rea leaning against the free weights, water dropplets still clinging to her bare breasts, he marched over, his boots echoing through the gym.

"What the fuck, Rea?" he spat out, his voice a mix of anger and fear. "That the fuck did you fucking do?" "I...I just got so mad. I didnt realize what was happening till I was done. I-"

"Mad?" Jake's voice was a whip crack. "Mad? That's all you have to say for yourself? You cant rape girls everytime you get pissed off like some roid rage lesbo fuck!"

Rea's eyes widened, the reality of her actions crashing down on her. "Jake, I didn't... I mean, it's not like that. It just... happened."

Jake's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white. "It just happened?" he repeated incredulously. "You're fucking kidding me, right? That's not the kind of shit that just happens, Rea. You need to get a grip on yourself. Where is she?"

Rea's gaze darted to the shower, where the water had finally stopped. "In there," she murmured, her voice small and defeated. "I...I didn't mean to hurt her."

Jake crosses the wieght room and reaches for the door to the women's locker room and showers. "Jake! Wait! Before you go in there!" Rea called out, her voice filled with concern. But Jake was beyond listening, his mind racing with thoughts of what he might find. "Its samantha!" Jake stopped in his tracks.

"What did you do to her?" he asked, his voice shaking with anger. Rea stepped in front of him, her face a mask of defiance. "What makes you think you're any better than me?" she sneered, her eyes flashing with challenge. "You're just as much of a fucking animal as I am."

Jake's hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white. "I never hurt anyone," he said through gritted teeth. "You think all those girls i've dealt with for you over the years were willing?"

Rea's smirk grew wider and she stepped toward him. "They didn't have to be," she said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "You know what you had me doing. You know I was drugging them, making sure they were nice and compliant for you."

Jake's eyes widened in shock as he stepped towards her. "What, no, that's different-" "Is it?" Rea interrupted, her voice like a whip crack. "You think because you didn't slip the pills that you're somehow innocent? You fucked them when they were blacked out. Don't say its different. I'm just "man" enough to want them awake."

Jake took a few more steps, his hands clenched at his sides. "You're sick," he yelled, still trying to rationalize the difference in his mind. "We're both sick." Said Rea. They stood chest to chest with what seemed like anger in both their eyes.

"You knew," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. "You knew what we were doing, and you didn't stop me. You enjoyed it." They stared at eachother, niether of them yielding to the other. Jake broke first and kissed Rea hard and deep.

It was a kiss filled with anger and passion, a dance of dominance and submission. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer, his cock hardening against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth as her cock hardened against his.

Rea's hands moved with a desperate urgency, clawing at Jake's shirt, pulling it over his head. His skin was slick with sweat, his chest a canvas of muscles and scars. He was a stark contrast to Samantha's delicate perfection, and it only made her want him more. She kissed him harder, her tongue dueling with his, tasting the mouth she knew so well.

Jake's hands slid down to her towel, and with a rough jerk, it fell away, leaving her bare before him. Her cock stood tall and proud, a declaration of intent that he couldn't ignore. He stepped back, his eyes drinking her in, his own arousal evident in the tightness of his shorts. With steady hands, he unbuckled his belt, the sound echoing in the tension-filled silence. His pants fell to the floor, revealing his own hardened length, and Rea's eyes gleamed with lust.

Jake leaned in for another kiss but Rea stopped him. "Worship it," she demanded, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to wrap around him like a velvet noose. Jake kissed his way down her neck, past her breasts, and past her abs as he sank slowly to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned forward, and with a tentative touch, brushed his lips against the head of her cock. The heat was almost too much, and she let out a hiss of pleasure.

He took it in his mouth, his eyes closing as he tasted her favortie soap and the slight musk of her desire. His tongue danced around the tip, exploring the slit, tasting the precum that beaded there. He could feel the power of it, the way it made him feel small and insignificant. But he didn't fight it; he embraced it, letting it fill him with a submissive need that was as surprising as it was arousing.

Rea's hands found his hair, her grip tightening as she guided him closer, deeper. She felt the warmth of his mouth envelop her, the wetness of his tongue as he swirled it around her cockhead. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect mix of warmth and suction that had her toes curling. She watched in the him, their eyes locked, as he took her in, inch by inch, his throat stretching to accommodate her.

He gagged, his eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She knew he could take it, knew he wanted it. The power was intoxicating, the way his body responded to her dominance. With a wicked smile, she took a break, her chest heaving with exertion. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the room.

Jake pulled away, gasping for air, his eyes never leaving hers. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the taste of her lingering on his tongue. Then, without a word, he dipped his hand into his mouth and wet his fingers, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded, her expression unreadable.

He slid his wet fingers down under her cock to her tight asshole, gently circling it before pushing one inside. She hissed, her body tensing up for a moment before she relaxed, allowing him access. The feeling was familiar, yet still amazing after all their years together. She moaned as he worked another finger in, suckingbher cock back into his mouth.

Her hand reached down to grip his hair, guiding his head to move faster. He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers as she approached climax. He picked up the pace, his tongue swirling around her cock as he deep-throated her, feeling her throb against his throat.

Rea's breath was ragged, her chest heaving as she watched the man she had known for so long, the boy she had grown up with, the one who had seen her at her most vulnerable moments, now kneeling before her in submission. The power was a heady rush, a high she hadn't felt in a long time. She felt like a goddess, with him her cock was the ultimate symbol of her power and identity.

Her hips began to buck, the pleasure building to a crescendo. "Take it," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that Jake couldn't resist. He gagged, his eyes watering, but he didn't stop. He took her cock deeper, his throat tightening around her as she fucked his mouth with increasing fervor.

Suddenly, Rea's body went rigid, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back and let out a moan that echoed across the gym. Her cock spasmed, and she shot her load into the back of Jake's throat. He swallowed it all, his eyes never leaving hers, the taste of her victory thick on his tongue.

The moment hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken understanding that had just passed between them. Rea's grip on Jake's hair loosened, and she stepped back, her cock pulsing with the aftershocks of her climax. She took a deep breath, her chest still heaving, and looked down at Jake. His eyes were still closed, his face a picture of submission and satisfaction.

With a sigh, she leaned down and helped him to his feet, her own legs feeling a bit wobbly. "Come on," she said, her voice softer now, the lust of before dissipating like mist in the morning sun. "We should probably check on Samantha."

Jake nodded, he fallowed behind her as she walked, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. Rea made it into the showers first. Samantha was huddled in the corner, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked up at her, her expression a mix of fear and betrayal. "What the fuck. Why? Fuck you you freak bitch. As soon as i get to the cops your life is fucking OVER!" she sobbed, her voice hoarse from her earlier ordeal.

Rea's face was a mask of indifference. "You're going to go tell the cops?" she smirked, her eyes glinting with malice. "I don't think so, sweetheart." She pulled Samantha by her hair, making her stand up roughly. Samantha's legs trembled, and she looked at Rea with a mix of fear and loathing. "You think anyone's going to believe you? You think you could make it out alive if any one would?"

Then, she saw Jake, standing in the doorway of the shower, his familiar face seemed like a godsend. The shock on his face was clear, and for a moment, Samantha felt a spark of hope. Maybe he would save her. Maybe he would put an end to this nightmare. But as her eyes traveled down his body, she realized that hope was a mere illusion. Jake was just as naked and eager as Rea was, his cock hard and proud between his legs.

Rea noticed Samantha's gaze and smirked, "Oh, don't worry, Sam. You're not my only little plaything. He is too." With a shove, she pushed Samantha towards Jake, and she stumbled into his arms. He held her tightly, his warm body shaking with his own need.

"You see," Rea began, her voice a low purr, "we're going to show you what it's like to be fucked like a slut. You're going to love both of our cocks so much, you'll forget all about those pretty little prude bitches you hang with." Samantha looked up at Jake, her eyes wide with fear and confusion, but he only offered a sad, apologetic smile.

Jake spoke up, his voice thick with lust, "We're going to give you what you've been craving, Sam. You're going to learn to love this, I promise." His hand trailed down Samantha's back, his fingers lingering on the curve of her ass. She flinched and tried to move away in disgust. Rea stepped closer, her own cock still hard and demanding. "You're going to take us both, and you're going to love it," she said, her voice a dark promise.

They struggled for a second but eventually positioned Samantha on her knees, her head bent low to the floor as if in submission. Jake stepped up behind her, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. "Ready?" he asked, looking at Rea for confirmation. Rea nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Let's show her who's in charge."

"Please. No jake. Please. You love me. We promised to wait jake. PLEASE JAKE!! STOP!!: screammed samantha sobbing hard. Jake pushed into Samantha anyways, the sound of her gasp and sobs filling the locker room once again. She was tight, so tight that it was almost painful, but he didn't stop. He pushed deeper and deeper until he was fully seated inside her, his balls slapping against her ass. Samantha whimpered, her body tense and trembling. Rea stepped closer, her cock brushing against Samantha's cheek. "You're going to take it all," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "And you're going to love it."

Rea's hand reached out to stroke Samantha's cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear. "You're going to love Jake's cock just as much as you love mine," she whispered, her eyes never leaving Samantha's. "You're going to beg for it."

Jake's hand tightened around Samantha's waist, his thrusts growing more confident as he felt her body begin to give in to the relentless pressure. "It's going to be like we're one," he said, his voice strained with effort. "You're going to crave us both, forever."

Rea watched, her own arousal spiking as she saw the fear and lust mingling in Samantha's eyes. She stepped closer, her cock once again demanding attention. "My turn," she said, her voice a low growl. She pushed her cock into Samantha's mouth, the taste of her cum and jake's spit still lingering on her shaft. Samantha's eyes widened in horror, but she didn't resist. Instead, she took it, her throat convulsing around the thick intrusion as she tried to swallow.

Jake's hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Samantha's pussy with a wet, sloppy sound. His hands held her hips, guiding her movements as he fucked her in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was a declaration of ownership, a claim on her body that she could not refuse.

"You're going to take both of us," Rea whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "You're going to be our little toy, aren't you?" Samantha's eyes widened in terror, but she nodded, unable to find the words to protest. Jake's grip on her hips tightened, his own desire for dominance fueled by Rea's dark allure.

Rea pushed closer, her cock pressing against Samantha's tonsils. She wrapped her hand around the base, forcing it deeper into Samantha's mouth. "Open up," she ordered, and Samantha complied, her eyes squeezed shut as the thick head of Rea's cock slipped into her throat again. The taste of Rea's pre-cum was bitter on her tongue, but she took it, eager to bring an end to this torture.

With a muffled gag, Samantha tried to apologize around the shaft filling her mouth. Her eyes watered, and she could feel the beginnings of a tear rolling down her cheek. But the words were lost in the wet, choking sounds of her throat being used. Rea's smirk grew wider, enjoying the power she held over the once confident and popular girl.

Jake's rhythm grew more aggressive, his cock pumping in and out of Samantha's pussy like a jackhammer. He watched as Rea's cock disappeared into Samantha's throat, the sight of it making him almost cum. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "You're going to love this, baby. You're going to love us both."

Samantha's eyes widened in shock, and she tried to shake her head, but the grip on her throat was too strong. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pleasure mixing with the fear and humiliation. Her eyes searched for Jake's, looking for some sign of sanity, some glimmer of the boy she had fallen in love with. But all she found was Rea's face her eyes full of hunger, a reflection of the lust that had taken over her friend.

With a desperate moan, she attempted to form the words "I'm sorry" around the thick cock in her mouth, her voice muffled and desperate. Her eyes pleaded with Rea, silently begging for mercy. But Rea was lost in the moment, her own climax approaching like a freight train. She didn't care about Samantha's apology or the tears streaming down her face. All she cared about was making Samantha pay for the shit she said, breaking someone so beautiful and so popular in such a vile way.

Jake's thrusts grew more frantic, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before him. He felt torn, a part of him repulsed by the violence of the act, but another part of him thrilled by the power dynamics at play. He had always felt like the weak link in their friendship, the one who didn't quite fit in. But now, as he watched Rea take charge, he felt something stir inside him, a dark, primal need to be a part of it all.

"We're gonna fill you up. Fuck everyhole you have. We are gonna cum in you so much tonight that you're gonna get pregnant for sure. The fucked up part is you won't be able to tell your folks if it's my baby or rea's baby. You're gonna be our breeding bitch," Jake whispered, his voice thick with lust and dominance. His words sent a shiver down Samantha's spine, mixing with the cold air of the shower water.

"How are.you going to look your poor mother in the face and tell her you're having a ladyboys bastard child?" Laughed Rea. "Or tell your dad that i knocked you up in a gym locker room?" Joined in Jake.

Samantha's cheeks burned red with humiliation and fear as she was being used on the cold floor of the locker room, her throat and pussy starting to get sore from the brutal encounter with Rea and Jake. Her mind raced with the thought of having to explain the unexplainable to her parents. The idea of their rejection, the whispers and stares from their small-minded community, was a fate worse than death.

Rea's laughter echoed in the tiles, as she and Jake exchanged a knowing look. "You're going to have to tell them, you know," Rea said, her voice a mix of glee and spite. "How do you think your mom will react when she sees your bulging belly?"

Jake leaned in, his breath hot in Samantha's ear as he continued the taunt. "And your dad, oh, he'll be so proud to know his little girl is carrying the seed of a freak like Rea."

Samantha's eyes squeezed shut, the words cutting deeper than any knife. She couldn't even find the strength to beg them to stop. Her body was their playground, her dignity a forgotten memory.

Rea's cock slammed into her mouth with a viciousness that seemed to mirror the maliciousness of their words. Each thrust was a declaration of victory, a reminder of her powerlessness. "Mmph," she tried to protest, but it was lost in the sea of saliva and muffled sounds.

Jake's grin was wicked as he watched Rea's cock disappear into Samantha's mouth, her throat working around it like a pro. "Imagine the look on their faces," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and malice. "They'll be so proud of their little slut, won't they?"

Rea chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic glee as she stroked her cock. "Oh, they'll love the idea of their precious daughter carrying the freak baby of the town." She leaned down, her voice a harsh whisper in Samantha's ear. "Tell me, sweetheart, how are you going to break the news to mommy and daddy?"

Samantha's eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth full of Rea's cock, but she could feel the weight of their words pressing down on her. The thought of her parents' rejection, the humiliation of admitting what had been done to her, was almost too much to bear. Jake's cock was still pumping into her from behind, his grunts of pleasure mixing with the sound of her muffled gags.

"Your mom would probably die of shame if she saw how much cum i left in you while you just laid there passed out taking it like a whore." Laughed Rea. "But hey, think of the baby shower. All the gifts you'll get, all the fun you'll have explaining why you don't know who the father...........or mother is."

Samantha's eyes snapped open at the mention of a baby, the reality of the situation crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of Rea's cum, and she could feel Jake's seed leaking out of her pussy, mixing with the sticky mess that already coated her thighs. Panic set in, and she struggled against them, trying to push away the fear that was slowly suffocating her.

Rea grabbed her hair, forcing her to look into her eyes. "You're going to have to tell them, you know," she said, her voice cold and calculating. "Imagine their faces when you tell them their little angel is going to have a baby with a freak like me." She smirked, her grip on Samantha's chin tightening. "Or maybe you'll tell them it's Jake's baby. After all, you're just a slut who can't keep her legs closed, aren't you?"

Jake's thrusts grew harder, his voice a sadistic whisper in her ear. "You're going to have to tell them that you're carrying the seed of the boy you were supposed to marry. The one who's fucking you like a cheap whore right now." He reached around, his hand grabbing one of Samantha's breasts and twisting the nipple painfully. "And when they find out it's mine," he continued, "you can tell them how much you liked it. How much you liked being our little fuck toy."

Samantha's eyes filled with tears as she felt Jake's hand move down to her stomach, pressing down hard as if he could feel the life growing inside of her. "It's going to be so much fun watching you squirm," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "Telling them that you let us both use you like this."

Rea's laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, a grating sound that echoed in Samantha's mind. "Yeah, imagine their faces when they know their perfect little girl is going to have a cock lady's baby," she said, her tone mocking. "They'll be so proud."

Jake's thrusts grew more erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants. "You're going to be the talk of the town, Sam," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Everyone will know you're our cum dumpster."

Samantha's body was trembling as she tried to block out the reality of their taunts. She could feel Jake's cock swelling inside her, and she knew what was coming. The thought of it filled her with a mix of dread and shame. She was theirs, utterly and completely, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.

With a final, brutal thrust, Jake filled her with his cum, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Samantha's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the hot liquid fill her, a stark reminder of her new reality. But Rea wasn't done yet. Her strokes grew more insistent, moaning as she fucked Samantha's face and watched the play of emotions across her features.

The smell of sex and sweat filled the shower, mingling with the scent of shampoo and soap. Samantha's throat was raw, her eyes swollen from crying, but Rea stop. Rea's hand was like a vice in her hair, guiding her movements with a precision that spoke of experience and control.

Jake's cock was still buried deep inside her, his hips jerking as he reached his climax. He groaned, his hands digging into Samantha's hips as he filled her with his cum. She could feel his body tense and release, the warmth of his seed spilling into her, and she knew she was truly theirs.

Rea watched, fucking samantha's face with a fervor that hadn't diminished. She was close, so close, and the sight of Jake claiming Samantha in such a primal way was all it took to push her over the edge. With a scream, she came, her cum spurting onto Samantha's mouth and throat. She tried in vain to swallow but cum shot out her nose and leaked from her lips around Rea's cock mixing with the spit and tears that already coated her face. Samantha's eyes rolled back in her head, and she swallowed convulsively, trying to keep up with Rea's onslaught.

Half asleep Rea picked up Samantha easily. Jake sat on the locker room bench and set Samantha sitting cowgirl in his lap. He aimed his cock into her pussy as he sat her down and held her hands behind her back. Samantha was still in a daze, laying limp as Jake started fucking her again.

Rea looked over seeing her bare body bouncing like a ragdoll as he fucked her. She grinned and licked her lips catching glimpses of Samantha's pink asshole. She had always wanted to claim that part of her. With a sadistic glint in her eyes, she stood behind them, her cock still hard from the shower. She spit on her hand and lubed it up, then without warning, she slammed into Samantha's ass.

Samantha's scream was muffled by Rea grabbing her throat with both hands and choking her from behind, her eyes shot open wide with pain and surprise as she gasped for air. Rea's cock was thick and unyielding, filling her in a way she never thought possible. The pain was too much, she could feel herself stretching around Rea's length, her body trying to accommodate the intrusion.

Jake watched, his own cock still buried in Samantha's pussy, as Rea's thrusts grew deeper and more violent. His strokes matched hers, their bodies moving in a twisted dance of dominance and submission. He could feel the heat of Rea's cock through the thin barrier of Samantha's ass, and it was driving him wild. "Fuck. Her cock is rubbing mine inside you Sammy." He groaned, his voice thick with lust.

Samantha's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a canvas of pain. She couldn't believe this was happening, that she was being used by her two closest friends in such a degrading way. Cried at the feeling of her pussy streching around Jake's cock as Rea pounded and gaped her ass.

"Hmm, maybe we're just helping her out," Rea said with a smirk, her voice thick with sarcasm. "If we fuck AND choke you hard enough, you won't get pregnant."

Samantha's eyes widened in horror as she felt Rea's hands tighten as her cock kept slamming into her ass, each thrust sending waves of pain crashing through her body. Jake's cock was still in her pussy, and she could feel him growing more and more excited by the second. She tried to struggle, but Jake held her hands fast and Rea's grip on her throat was too tight, cutting off her air supply.

"You know, I've always wondered," Rea mused, her voice a mix of amusement and malice, "if a girl can't get pregnant if she's being fucked to death."

Samantha's eyes bulged, and she desperately tried to scream, but the only sound that came out was a muffled gurgle. Jake, caught in the throes of his own climax, didn't seem to hear her. He was too busy pumping his cock into her, his eyes glazed over with lust and oblivion to the horror in hers.

"Well, I guess we'll find out," Jake panted, a sadistic grin playing on his lips as he watched Rea's cock disappear into Samantha's ass, only to reemerge with a wet pop then back in again. He thrust harder, his hands digging into her hips, his movements matching the rhythm of Rea's behind her. The two of them were a well-oiled machine of destruction, each movement calculated to bring her the most pain and pleasure in the most depraved way possible.

Samantha's eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel herself slipping away. The pain was too much, the fear too intense. She could feel her body starting to give up, the edges of her vision going dark. But then, something inside her snapped. Anger, desperation, the need to survive. She bucked her hips, trying to shake or jerk free of jake's and Rea's grip on her hands and neck.

"Oh, you like it rough?" Rea chuckled darkly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Fine, we'll give you what you want."

Jake, his eyes glazed over with lust, grinned maliciously as he tightened his grip on Samantha's throat. His cock slammed into her harder, each thrust a punctuation to their twisted banter. "Yeah, maybe we'll just fuck the air right out of you," he quipped, the words a sadistic joke that sent a shiver down Samantha's spine.

Rea, equally lost in the power of the moment, chuckled and added her own twisted logic, "Or maybe if we let you live we'll just beat that baby right out of you. Who needs a baby when you've got us, right?" Her voice was a dark purr, her cock moving in time with Jake's, filling Samantha's ass to the brink of pain.

Jake's grin was a twisted reflection of Rea's, his eyes wild with the thrill of the power they held over Samantha. "Yeah, babe," he said, his voice strained with his own climax approaching. "Maybe we'll just give you the ultimate abortion."

Rea's laugh was a wicked sound, echoing off the tiles of the shower. "A little fuck and chuck, right?" She thrust harder into Samantha's ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin punctuating her words. "Or maybe we'll just keep going until you're too worn out to ever get pregnant again."

Samantha's eyes fluttered angerly, the fire burning through the fog of fear and pain. She managed to force out a strangled noise, her voice a garbled mess around the hands around her throat. But the message was clear: she didn't find their "joke" funny.

"What's that?" Rea mocked, her tone light despite the viciousness of her thrusts. "You think we're going too hard? Maybe we should ease up so you can breathe, huh?" She didn't slow down, though, instead increasing her pace and kept her grip the same.

Jake's eyes were glazed over with lust, his own cock buried deep in Samantha's pussy as he watched Rea's powerful strokes. He couldn't help but laugh along, the situation feeling like a twisted game to him. "Yeah, Sam," he panted, his thrusts matching Rea's, "maybe we'll just fuck you to death. No baby, no problem, right?" He leaned over samantha's shoulder and Rea kissed him hard as Samantha choked and gurgled in their ears.

Their laughter grew darker, a twisted symphony of sadism that filled the bathroom. Samantha's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with the effort to stay conscious. Her throat was raw, her eyes streaming with tears that mixed with the sweat on her face. The pain was unbearable, but she thought that if she lost consciousness, it would only make things worse.

"Look at her," Rea sneered, her eyes gleaming with malice as she stared down at Samantha's tear-stained face. "If we're lucky, maybe we'll fuck her so hard she won't be able to have kids anyway."

Jake chuckled darkly, his grip on Samantha's hips tightening as he drove into her from behind. "Yeah, that'd be a real tragedy," he quipped, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Can you imagine? No little mini-me's running around because we got too carried away."

Rea's laugh was a cold, brittle thing, echoing off the tiles as she mercilessly pumped her cock into Samantha's mouth. "It's like we're doing her a favor," she said, her voice low and mocking. "Spare her the misery of popping out a brat."

Samantha's eyes rolled back in her head, her chest heaving with the effort to draw breath. The edges of her vision grew dark, and she felt herself slipping away into the welcoming embrace of oblivion. The last thing she heard was the sound of Rea's triumphant groan as she came, her cock pulsing and spurting cum up deep into Samantha's intestines.

The world swam around her as she lost consciousness, the pain and fear momentarily forgotten as her body gave in to the sweet relief of blackness. But the respite was short-lived. The sound of Jake groaning as he came filling her pussy, as muffled as even sound slipped away.

Rea's cock slipped out of Samantha's ass with a wet pop, and she stepped back, breathing heavily. "Looks like the fucktoy couldnt last after all," she said, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. "But don't worry, Jake, we can't kill her. There is still so much fun we could have with her. So many ways to break her."

Jake's eyes were glazed over with lust, his own cock still hard as he felt Rea's cum dribble out of Samantha's gaping ass hole and down on his cock. "Yeah," he said, his voice thick with his own arousal. "We've got all night. And tomorrow. And the day after that."

Rea chuckled darkly, her hand still stroking Samantha's hair gently. "True, true," she said, smiling over Samantha's unconscious form. "But we can't keep her out of commission too long. She's got to show that pretty face of hers around town, after all."

Jake nodded, his own smile a twisted mirror of Rea's. "You're right," he said, his voice still thick with the aftermath of his orgasm. "We've got to keep her looking good. After all, we don't want anyone to suspect a thing." He leaned down to kiss Samantha's cheek, his cock still buried in her pussy. "We love you, Sam," he whispered, his tone almost tender despite the horror of their actions.

Together, they carefully lifted Samantha's limp body, setting her on the bench where they had started their twisted game. They were surprisingly gentle as they wiped the sweat and tears from her face, the sadistic glee in their eyes now tinged with a strange sort of affection. Rea cradled Samantha's head in her lap, stroking her hair as Jake cleaned her up. They talked in low, soothing voices, the same tones they might use with a beloved pet.

Jake grabbed a washcloth and cleaned Samantha's bruised throat, his touch surprisingly tender as he wiped away the remnants of their assault. Rea watched him with a sense of pride, her hand gently rubbing circles on Samantha's back. They worked in silent synchrony, cleaning and cuddling her as a parent would their offspring.

Once Samantha's throat was clean and her breathing had evened out, Rea picked up her discarded clothes, Jake taking them one at a time to dress her. They moved with ease, their hands sure and steady as they slid the fabric over her barely warm skin. Samantha's eyes remained closed, her breathing slow and steady.

"Fuck we need to learn how to control ourselves. Think she'll forgive us?........or be ok with me having a cock?" Rea spoke quietly, her voice still laced with the dominance of their earlier encounter. Jake swallowed hard, his eyes flickering to Samantha's unconscious form, "I don't know, once she calms down........maybe she might forgive us. We can work out the rest later."
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