Break The Beauty

18:05 Mrs_Carlson: “Of course. Yea. Yes he’s here. Yes she’s coming soon, according the appointment. No mercy, total humiliation. Got it, love you Carol.” I hang up the call and turn to look at the handsome young man setting up his camera. My friend Carol’s son had grown into a lovely young man, but my old friend was VERY protective of him, keeping him away from us lusty ladies…

18:07 Mrs_Carlson: And thoroughly incensed that the young Hana Jeong had lured him into a relationship. After destroying her in her debut, Carol had her fired from the league for poor performance, and a bit of detective work revealed that she was scraping by with, horror of horrors, being a session fetish apartment wrestler. Oh what a fall from grace

18:07 Mrs_Carlson: And so we come to my little plan. I had invited my friends son over to video tape an “apartment” match, though not knowing who my opponent would be. A quick email and Venmo transfer put me in the waiting line to face young Hana in a match…

18:08 Mrs_Carlson: a match where I would display her young body for her loving boyfriend. While I don’t share Carol’s hope that this will end their relationship…

18:08 Mrs_Carlson: I was looking forward to the match.

18:09 Mrs_Carlson: I take my robe off, revealing my bra and thong in aight pink, stretching before Hana arrives. “Alright Mrs Carlson, I’m all set up. Who’s your opponent,” the young man asks.

18:09 Mrs_Carlson: “You’ll see.”

18:09 Mrs_Carlson:

18:28 Hana_Jeong: It was almost 11 p.m., and I was running on fumes. My body ached from a day of nonstop work — 5 private matches in one day, bruises that hadn’t even started to fade yet. I arrive in a very cozy executive hotel in downtown where I'm supposed to wrestle. I pulled out my phone and texted Ryan. “I’m going for my last session. I’m eager to be with you in our bed.” I smiled weakly, my fingers trembling. I just needed to get through one more session. One more easy “play fight,” take the cash, go home, make love with my man, sleep. Hopefully, this would be another older guy who wanted to pretend he could handle a young female wrestler . I grabbed my gear bag and stepped out into the chill air, still wearing my light jacket over the wrestling gear I’d been using for sessions — light grey sports bra, white trunks. In my bag, some make up, skin oil, condoms (you'll never know if your client is willing to pay you more for extra fun) and my knee pads. On my feet my brown birkenstock sandals. Simple, nothing flashy. Just what I had left. I take the elevator, walk a long corridor and finally arrive the room. I knock the door.

18:31 Hana_Jeong:

18:31 Hana_Jeong:

18:31 Hana_Jeong:

18:32 Mrs_Carlson: The door opens and I reveal myself, wearing only my bra and thong. I laugh in my head at your gobsmacked expression, before gently taking your hand. “Are you Hana?” I ask and at your numb nod I pull you inside. I lead you through the beautifully appointed apartment, and into the master bedroom with a lovely king sized bed, some nice furniture and…

18:33 Mrs_Carlson: a familiar Ryan looking up from his video camera in shock. “Welcome come in come in, as you can see I’m already set up, so go ahead and change in the bathroom over there…” I smile as I see you two stare at each other. “Oh my… do you two know each other?”

18:34 Mrs_Carlson: ”she… she’s my girlfriend.” Ryan says weakly. But I clap my hands in “excitement” making both of you jump, “Marvellous. I love having couples over. This won’t be a problem will it?”

18:39 Hana_Jeong: Standing in the doorway wasn’t an old man or some harmless fan — it was Mama Carlson, a veteran I’d seen backstage years ago when I was still trying to climb the ranks. She looked even bigger now — solid, broad-shouldered, her arms crossing as she eyed me like a lion watching dinner limp into the den.The moment the door swings open and I see Ryan behind the camera, my entire body goes numb. My breath catches in my throat, and for a second I can’t move, can’t speak — I just stare at him, wide-eyed, frozen in place. My heart drops so fast it feels like the floor disappears beneath me. When he mutters, “…she’s my girlfriend,” I feel my stomach twist. My pulse spikes. I can’t even process Mrs. Carlson’s clapping or her excitement — all I hear is the blood rushing in my ears. I swallow hard, my voice trapped somewhere deep in my chest. Somehow, on instinct, I nod lightly and force myself to move. My legs feel shaky as I slip past Ryan, not daring to look at him again, and hurry into the bathroom. The moment the door closes behind me, I lean against it, trying to breathe. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might bruise my ribs. My hands tremble as I begin changing. I pull up my knee pads, tightening them almost mechanically, trying to focus on anything but what’s happening outside that door. I fix my hair, apply a light touch of makeup to look presentable for the camera, and rub a little body oil over my arms, chest, and legs — the kind that gives a soft, healthy sheen under lighting. I stare at myself in the mirror for a second. My reflection looks anxious, tense, almost scared. I force a small breath out, square my shoulders, and step back out into the bedroom. I keep my posture polite and controlled — even if everything inside me is spiraling. With a soft, respectful tone, I say: “I’m ready, ma’am.”

18:40 Hana_Jeong:

18:44 Hana_Jeong:

18:44 Mrs_Carlson: You see me aiming Ryan and his camera at the door, whispering into his ear, “follow her as she come to the bed, make sure to capture her beauty sugar.” I see you blush as he nods severely and then keeps the camera trained on his lover like God commanded him to. I head over to the large bed and climb onto it on my knees, gesturing you forward. “Ah Hana, my young nemesis, we meet for the first time. Come in come in…”

18:44 Mrs_Carlson: and then I smile wickedly, “come to mama. And give me a match Sugar, I want to see you sweat.”

18:49 Hana_Jeong: The moment I step out, the atmosphere shifts. Mrs. Carlson is already positioning Ryan, her hand on his shoulder, whispering instructions into his ear like she’s directing a scene — our scene. When she tells him to “capture her sugar,” and I see how seriously he nods… my cheeks warm with a helpless blush. It’s like the room has swallowed me whole. But when my eyes meet his — even for a second — it hits me like a knife to the chest. He’s looking at me the way a cameraman looks at a performer… not the way a boyfriend looks at the woman he’s supposed to love but like if he was telling me "just do your job". And just like that, I feel like a lamb being led to slaughter. Mrs. Carlson crawls onto the bed, her body language confident, predatory, owning the room completely. When she gestures for me to come closer, her smile is wicked… like she already knows she’s won before the match even begins.

18:49 Hana_Jeong:

18:51 Hana_Jeong:

18:51 Mrs_Carlson: I watch as you crawl onto the bed, Ryan’s camera being sure to catch every movement of your body. The poor boy is trying so hard to be professional… but I can see through it. He barely points the camera at me, unless you’re in frame. Were this anyone else I would be annoyed, incensed even… but I get it. The boy is so in love.

18:53 Mrs_Carlson: “ready little girl?” I say in my Amazon Queen persona, all baritones and confidence, my voice a full octave lower. I lift my arms up and at your nod, pull you into a… well… kneeling grapple. I press my body into yours, my chest squishing into your chin as being on our knees somewhat levels the height difference… but only so much. “I hope you’re ready girl, you look tired. Let’s see if I can’t wake you up!” And then I pull you forward, wrapping my arms around your head to shove your face into my side boob as I clinch in a tight headlock

18:57 Hana_Jeong: The headlock cinches in so fast my body doesn’t even have time to tense for impact — I’m just caught. My breath leaves me in a tiny, startled “Hh—!”, half-whimper, half-gasp, muffled instantly against her skin. My face is trapped in the warmth of her side-boob, my nose and mouth smothered so tightly that each inhale becomes a shallow, strained sip of air. My hands don’t know where to go. They flutter uselessly at her hip, then her arm, then just grasp at her wrist with no strength behind them. There’s no real fight — only instinctive, panicked tugging. My shoulders curl inward, my body folding toward her as if my spine has given up. The exhaustion from the long day hits me all at once, and the dominance of the hold forces me to shrink, to yield. A hot sting builds behind my eyes, not quite tears yet — but the kind that come from helpless embarrassment rather than pain. My voice comes out thin, shaky, and muffled against her: “Mmph— M-Mrs. Carlson… please—” The more I speak, the more it sinks in: I’m not here as a wrestler. I’m here to be overpowered. On camera. In front of him.

19:02 Mrs_Carlson: I giggle as I feel you whimper into my tit, raising gooseflesh from the feel of your lips. Oh… oh Hana. You make me think such… wicked thoughts. I drag you around the bed, rolling around, dragging you around until I finally let you go and throw you to the bed face first. Leaping into the air, I lift my elbow and bring it down hard on the small of your back!

19:04 Hana_Jeong: (I'm hoping to get a lot of gut punching and face slapping)

19:04 Mrs_Carlson: (Oh certainly)

19:08 Hana_Jeong: The smothering warmth of her chest vanishes so suddenly my body lurches forward with it — and then I’m tumbling. She pulls me in circles across the mattress like I weigh nothing, my knees scraping over the sheets, hands grasping for purchase that isn’t there. I’m dizzy, breathless, my hair whipping around my face as Mrs. Carlson parades me for the camera. A helpless, choked yelp slips out with each jerk of my body: “Ah—! W-wait—!” Then she releases— And I’m thrown. I land face-first with a soft, humiliating bounce, my cheek pressing into the comforter. The impact knocks a weak grunt out of me, my body splayed and stunned. For half a second, all I can do is blink into the fabric, lungs scraping for air. I barely register the shift of the bed— the shadow above me— before— “NGH—!!” Her elbow slams into the small of my back like a hammer. My body jerks violently, my legs kicking and toes curling as a burst of white pain shoots up my spine. My back arches against my will, hips lifting off the mattress, my mouth falling open in a silent scream before sound finally catches up in a thin, broken cry: “A-aaah—!” My fingers claw at the sheets, gripping handfuls so tight my knuckles pale, as if the bed could anchor me against the pain.

19:14 Mrs_Carlson: I roll off of you and hop off the bed. I grab your ankles and pull. I yank you off the bed, slamming your knees into the carpet and leaving your chest and chin on the bed, bending you into a J shape. I stand up, and lift my foot up. I hear Ryan gasp, before I slam my foot onto the small of your back again, making your body flop and flinch. I stomp you once, twice more.

09:00 Hana_Jeong: A sharp tug at my ankles rips me from the comforter before I can even draw a breath. “N-no—!” I gasp, nails scraping uselessly against the sheets as my body is dragged downward. My knees slam into the carpet with a dull thud, and a cry bursts out of me—raw, small, instinctive: “Ah—! Aagh!” My chest and chin remain on the edge of the mattress, my body folded into a painful J-shape, spine screaming at the unnatural bend. My arms dangle uselessly, fingers trembling against the bedding. I can’t lift myself. I can’t straighten. I’m stuck there—posed, exposed, helpless. I hear Ryan’s sharp inhale behind the camera— the tiny, broken sound of him seeing me hurt again. Then her shadow blankets my back— and my breath freezes. Her foot comes down like a falling anvil. THUD. Pain detonates across my lower spine. My body convulses, a shocked whimper torn from my throat as my hips jerk forward, legs kicking weakly behind me. A second stomp— “NNNGH!!” My palms press flat to the carpet, trying to push up, but my arms just shudder uselessly. A third— My body buckles, collapsing fully to the floor, cheek pressed to the carpet, breath shaking in ragged little sobs. One knee curls under me instinctively, the other sprawls out, toes trembling. My back pulses with hot, burning pain, each heartbeat throbbing where she crushed me. I can’t even look up.

09:04 Mrs_Carlson: I reach down to grab you, lacing my fingers into your beautiful hair and pull you up, making you look at me. Carol demanded destruction, but looking at your quivering body… i lick my lips. I drag you to your feet, grabbing your chin to tilt your face up. I drop my lips to yours in a searing kiss. We both hear Ryan gasp as I hold you there in the kiss. My tongue invades your lips, rubbing against your teeth.

09:05 Mrs_Carlson: And then it’s over, my lips pull back from yours, a thing strand of silvery saliva connecting us for a moment… before I pull back my right hand and slam a brutal uppercut into your belly!

09:09 Hana_Jeong: Her fingers tangle in my hair and wrench my head upward, forcing my eyes to meet hers. My knees wobble as she drags me upright, my scalp burning under her grip. My face is only inches from hers—far too close—her breath brushing my lips. My eyes instinctively close as she inserts tongue in my mouth. The proximity alone makes my cheeks flood with heat. I know Ryan is watching every second through the lens, and the humiliation hits harder than any strike. My stomach twists. I can’t hold Ryan’s gaze—my eyes flick to him for a split second, and the shame is unbearable. I feel small, exposed, and powerless. Before I can breathe, her hand leaves my chin— then CRACK— Her uppercut slams up under my ribs with brutal force. “HUUU—!” I fold instantly, the air punched out of my lungs. A spray of drool bursts from my mouth with the impact, splattering down my chin as my body jerks forward. My arms wrap around my stomach by reflex, and a broken, choked sound escapes me—half-cough, half-sob. My knees buckle… My vision blurs… I sway, barely staying upright only because she’s still holding a fistful of my hair. Humiliated. Windless. And fully aware that Ryan just filmed me being demolished again.

09:14 Mrs_Carlson: Your face rests on my breasts, drooling slightly like a small child resting on her mother… but we both know rest isn’t on my mind. I push your face into my cleavage, smothering you as I smile and hug your face to my breasts. I swing you from side to side as I rub my chest into your face, cooing and complimenting the feel of your skin. “Oh you smell so nice, and your skin is so soft!” I compliment as I push you back and back and back, pushing your back against the big main window over looking the city. You try to struggle but I just grab your wrists, lifting them above your head and pinning you against the window, my breasts engulfing your head as I push in the smother

09:19 Hana_Jeong: My back hits the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. Before I can breathe, her other hand snatches both my wrists and slams them above my head against the window. She pins them there in one fist — like I weigh nothing. My arms stretch painfully, leaving me fully exposed, spine pressed to the glass. Then her forearm drives across my throat. The pressure is instant and crushing. “NNG—!” My feet leave the floor. My toes drag, searching for balance that isn’t there. Black spots flicker at the edges of my vision. My mouth opens in a silent cough, a thin string of drool slipping ready to come out from my mouth. I’m seconds from passing out.

09:25 Mrs_Carlson: I hold you up by the hands and the throat, watching you drop, watching the light fade from your eyes. I hold you up there as you start to tremble… and then I pull my forearm back. I let you get a nice big, coughing breath of air… before slamming my fist into your belly. I start pumping uppercuts into that belly button of yours, my fist sinking in deep into your body. One, two, three, four: I pummel your body off the floor. Five, six, seven, eight…

09:32 Hana_Jeong: The first uppercut lands before I’ve even finished sucking in that precious breath. “HUGHH—!” Her fist spears up beneath my ribs, folding me in half against the window. My mouth falls open, spit spraying as the shock explodes through my stomach. My knees buckle—but she’s still holding my wrists pinned high, forcing me to take every shot. Then another. And another. Each punch buries deeper, her knuckles sinking into the soft flesh of my belly like she’s trying to punch through to my spine. THUD—! THUD—! THUD—! My abs don’t even feel like abs anymore—just raw, bruised meat taking impact after impact. It feels like my organs are slamming around inside me, like something inside might tear. My vision jolts with every blow, the city lights behind the glass blurring. By the fourth punch, drool is running freely down my chin. By the sixth, my legs aren’t supporting me at all — I’m hanging from her grip like a broken puppet. “Ghh—guh—” No air. No words. Just wet, gagging sounds. A seventh punch caves into the same spot, and my body spasms, my toes scraping weakly at the floor. On the eighth, my eyes roll — everything goes white for a moment — and I slump forward, barely conscious, hanging from her hold. I can’t take any more. My head lolls to the side, and I somehow find Ryan through the haze. He’s behind the camera, frozen, horrified, torn between filming and wanting to run to me. My eyes lock on his—wide, glassy, pleading. Please… please… stop her… I can’t… My lips move, but no sound comes. Only a thin string of drool falls to the carpet as another tremor shakes through my body. I’m one punch away from collapsing for good.

09:37 Mrs_Carlson: I pull my fist back, before grabbing your chin, I tilt your head up to look at me, eyes glassy, drool leaking from your lips… and I suddenly understand Ryan. While I’m sure he could never bring himself to do what I was doing… even in utter destruction you maintain a level of beauty… one you likely don’t feel like as you hang before me as a mess. “Time to wake up love” I say as I lift my hand up. Letting go of your wrists I whip my hand across your cheek as you start falling. My palm explodes on your cheek hard enough to knock the spit from your lips and face!

09:41 Hana_Jeong: Her slap detonates across my cheek with a crack that echoes off the window. SMACK! My body instantly gives out. My legs fold and I crash down onto my knees, both hands flying to my face. The sting burns like fire, my skin pulsing under my palms as fresh tears spill out from the shock and pain. A choked sob rips out of me before I can even stop it. “Ah—hh—” My breath trembles, broken and uneven. I’m not even crying silently—ugly, shaking sobs come out of me without control. The room spins. My cheek throbs. My stomach still quivers from the punches. Drool leaks from my mouth as I bow forward, completely shattered, shoulders shaking. I force myself to look up at her, even though my whole body begs not to. She towers over me—steady, composed, almost admiring the wreck she’s made of me. I can barely see through the tears. My voice cracks, small and shattered: “P-please… n-no more…” The plea barely escapes, thin as a whisper, but it’s all I have left. My knees scrape against the carpet as my body curls inward, instinctively trying to protect itself, even though I know I can’t.

09:46 Hana_Jeong:

09:46 Hana_Jeong:

10:58 Mrs_Carlson: I stalk over to you, sitting down hard onto your back with my massive booty. I pull your arms back over my knees, and reach down, pulling your head back as I pull you into a camel clutch! And keep pulling and pulling until your face is pointed up at me. I lean down and kiss your lips. My skin sears against yours as my tongue invades your lips. I don’t crank the hold too hard, instead reaching down with one hand to grab your gray bra. I squeeze and massage your chest, dragging moans out of you as I whisper, “are you sure you want me to finish it? Are you sure you don’t want to try to win?”

11:00 Mrs_Carlson: “Are you sure you want to be at my mercy?”

11:02 Hana_Jeong: Her weight crashes onto my back and forces a scream out of me. My spine bends with a sharp, electric jolt of pain as she yanks my arms over her knees—locking me helplessly in place. The camel clutch tears through every muscle running up my back and neck. “A-aaah—! N-no—!” My voice breaks as she hauls my head back, the pressure burning through my spine. My chin jerks upward, face forced to look at her through blurred, tear-filled eyes. My back feels like it’s being ripped open from the inside, muscles trembling and spasming as I’m displayed like a trophy of her domination. Before I can even attempt another scream, she leans in and her lips touch mine—soft, controlled, claiming the moment. I whimper into the kiss, helpless, breath quivering against her. Her hand slides to my chest—not sexual, but cruelly possessive. The grip forces another sound from deep in my throat, a mix of pain, shame, and panic. “Hn—ah— s-stop…” The sound barely forms; my voice is shredded. Her whisper filters into my ear, calm and cruel: “Are you sure you want me to finish it? Are you sure you don’t want to try to win?” My whole body shakes. My back feels like it’s about to snap. Tears spill down my face and drip off my chin. “P-please… j-just finish me…” I sob, the words trembling, defeated. “Please… please end it quickly… I can’t— I c-can’t take anymore…” Somewhere to the side, I hear Ryan’s voice—crushed, pleading, almost breaking: “Please… just let her go…” His voice hits harder than the hold—because I know he’s watching me like this. Weak. Broken. Begging. I choke on another sob as the camel clutch continues to tear at my spine, and I gasp out once more, desperate and humiliated: “Please… I’m begging you… j-just finish me…”

11:12 Mrs_Carlson: I close my eyes and kiss you again this time, chaste and brief… I feel. Shamed. This poor thing in my arms was never a match for me, and even I only hand so cruel I can be. I let you drop to the floor before dragging you over to the bed. I lift you up into my arms, before flipping you upside down, laying your knees on my shoulders as I display your sweaty body. Your abs have formed a nasty shade of purple blue, and drool still stains your chin. I hold you up there… and I can’t help but kiss your thighs. Touching one erogenous zone on your right leg, and then your left. I then place my head between your legs, breathing deep of your scent as my hands squeeze and molest your chest, or rub your sore belly comfortingly. It’s a vile, lewd assault that turns your begging into moans. That makes your man swallow his sweat and adjust his pants…

11:12 Mrs_Carlson: Before I sit down, and tombstone piledrive your head into the bed!

14:26 Hana_Jeong: I don’t know what world I’m in anymore. The bed jolts beneath me and then—nothing solid under my feet. My head swims; my jaw hangs slack and wet. My limbs feel like they belong to someone else. I try to push up and my arms won’t obey. My cheek burns where she landed me. My breath shudders out in a thin, wet sound. I taste metal and the last of my strength. My hands fumble at the sheets and I curl into myself, trying to make my body smaller, trying to disappear. “P-please… no more,” I beg, my voice a raw, broken whisper that sounds silly and tiny in the huge quiet of the room. Tears spill down my face without me meaning them to. I clutch at my ribs as if for support and press my forehead to the mattress because I can’t even look at her. I hear Ryan—some sound—somewhere beyond the haze. My chest tightens with shame and fear at the thought of him watching. I stare blindly in his direction and manage, with the last of my voice, “Ryan… please… stop this… please.” My knees fold under me and I drop, curling inward. Every part of me is aching and empty. I can’t muster anger, only a helpless, pleading surrender: “I can’t—please… just let this end.” I stay there, collapsing in on myself, too exhausted to do anything but whisper the same thing until my voice is no more than a dry rasp: “No more… please…”

14:30 Mrs_Carlson: I scoot over to you and start to rub your shoulder, “I would dear but I booked you for two hours. So how about this,” I say as I pull you up to me, cuddling you to my chest as Ryan steps forward anger on his face. Anger that turns to confusion as I say, “how about we all spent the rest of the time to get to know each other biblically… and I double both of your fees.” I pull you into a gentle kiss, my hand guiding your chin. “What do you say?” I whisper as I slip my hand under your bra and tickle your humble underboob. I can see you man hesitate. He looks to you, at a loss , I keep cuddling and massaging you.

14:38 Hana_Jeong: My eyes lifted to Ryan, silently pleading for him to say no… to take me home… to save me from more humiliation. My lips trembled, my voice too weak to form the words, but everything in my expression begged, please… don’t agree to this… I can’t… But then Ryan’s hand came to my head, gently stroking my hair. The tender gesture cut right through my last bit of resistance. I felt his touch linger, and then… he nodded. “We… we accept,” he said softly. My heart dropped. My breath caught in my throat, a small whimper escaping me as I lowered my eyes, heat rising in my cheeks. I folded slightly into Mrs. Carlson’s embrace, my body surrendering to her hold, to her warmth, to the inevitability of what was about to happen. All I could whisper, barely audible, was: “…yes, ma’am…”

17:22 Mrs_Carlson: I smile as Hana submits, and I pull your head up to take you in another steamy kiss. I look up at Ryan and just say, “Strip.” As he quickly rushes to comply, tangling himself in his attempt to disrobe… I take a much more sedate time. I pull you onto my lap and gently pull your gray bra above your head, tossing it from the bed. I kiss your neck, and slide my hands down your body to your booty shorts. I pull your bottoms down your legs, tossing them aside but keeping your knee guards on. I gently lift you up into my arms, and carry you over to the awestruck Ryan, absolutely captivated by your beauty, (understandably so, your skin is like porcelain, and for a brief moment I feel some shame at the many bruises I caused… and some I didn’t.) he takes you in his arms, and for a moment I can see him consider running, both of you buck ass naked down the street…

17:23 Mrs_Carlson: But then I unclasp my bra, and let the girls out. I giggle a bit as both of you can’t help but stare. I keep on my pink bottoms as I place my hands onto his shoulders, and sit him down. I adjust you in his lap so you can feel every inch of him rub against your intimate lips.

17:23 Mrs_Carlson:

07:50 Hana_Jeong: “M-Mrs… Mrs. Carlson… p-please…” My voice cracks as I look at Ryan, sitting there with me on his lap, my bare skin burning with shame where our bodies touch. Tears sting my eyes. “R-Ryan… d-don’t… please… I… I can’t… not like this…” My hands tremble as I try to cover myself, but there’s nowhere to hide. I feel so small between them, so exposed. I shake my head weakly, my bottom lip quivering. “Please… I don’t… I don’t want you to see me like this…” I swallow, voice breaking into a whisper meant only for him. “P-please". “R-Ryan…” I breathe, my whole body tense with shame as he suddenly leans in and his lips press to mine. For a second I freeze, eyes wide, tears still on my cheeks. I melt into the kiss helplessly, my hands resting weakly on his chest as if I don’t know whether to cling to him or push him away.

09:01 Mrs_Carlson: I lean into your back, pressing my warm, soft chest against your back. I feel you tense as my touch… but your man has a way with kissing and you can’t help but relax, even as you mewl in protest, I place my hands on your thighs, spreading your legs wider… and letting Ryan’s hardening cock slip inside your shamefully moist pussy. He enters you gently, and you shiver as you feel my lips on your shoulder, leaving a hickey to mark you…

09:10 Hana_Jeong: My legs trembled as she spread them, and my breath caught in my throat. Ryan’s hands were on me instantly, pulling me closer, his mouth searching for mine. I turned toward him with a shaky, instinctive need for comfort, wrapping my arms around his shoulders like I was clinging to the only safe thing left in the room. Our lips met, while the top of his big dick forces to enter inside me. The pain is intense as I'm not even wet. My Chanel of love instinctively contracts the more he forces and I moan in pain. My body betrayed me with a soft, trembling whimper against his mouth, the scent of sweat and fear still clinging to my skin. I could feel her behind me — her breath, her presence, her satisfaction in watching us — and it made everything so much worse. My face burned as I realized how I must look: bruised, needy, and being kissed in front of the woman who broke me. “R-Ryan…” I whispered against his lips, my voice a cracked plea. I didn’t know if I was asking him to stop or begging him to hold me tighter. My forehead leaned against his, eyes glossy with humiliation as I tried to steady my breathing. I couldn’t stop trembling — from pain, from shame, and from the way she was watching us like she owned the moment, owned me.

09:37 Mrs_Carlson: I reach around in foment of you as I lean into your body. I enjoy my dominance over my new toy-uh… opponent. My right hand reaches forward to pinch your brown nipple, making you shudder. But you squeal into his lips any other hand roams lower. Your hips flex as my hand slips between your thighs. I massage your womb, your groin, your thighs. Spreading you wide and helping Ryan enter you fully. You can help but feel your arousal build as I play your body like an instrument, nearly FORCING you to enjoy yourself at the gentle ministrations. Nearly

09:56 Hana_Jeong: Her hands slid around my waist, slow and claiming. One of them came up to my chest, and her thumb circled my nipple—light, teasing, just enough to pull a sound out of me I didn’t mean to make. I felt Ryan’s lips on mine, and I gasped into his mouth, my body reacting before my brain could protest. Her other hand drifted lower, guiding my hips, adjusting me with such precise control that I couldn't pretend I wasn’t responding. She wasn’t forcing me physically—she was forcing my body to betray me. I feel Ryan's ball beating hard my ass cheeks and I can't force myself to not cry. My dirty and brown pussy is totally dry, but the more he forces himself inside me the more pleasure he seems to have: he's enjoying rapping his girlfriend.

10:18 Mrs_Carlson: My lower hand just keeps massaging your erogenous zones, and soon slides through your pubic hair to start flicking the bead of your clitoris. Your whole body tenses and trembles at the sensation… while my other hand pulls your hair back, making you look at me. Ryan dives his face into your chest, kissing and licking with abandon… as I take you lips in a dominant, steamy kiss. My hand continuing to work your pussy over, forcing yourself to self lubricate in a humiliating fashion. “Shhhh… just let it happen.”

10:33 Hana_Jeong: A sharp cry tore from my throat as her fingers fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. My scalp burned, and my back arched involuntarily, pressing me tighter against Ryan. “A-ah—!” I gasped, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before she forced them open to look at her. My breath came out shaky, a mix of pain and a rush of heat I didn’t want to admit to. I clung to Ryan’s shoulders, needing something—someone—to hold onto as the pain made my eyes water. “I-I can’t…” I whispered, voice trembling, my lips parted as I tried to steady myself. The humiliation of how easily she controlled my body made my stomach twist, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. After you kiss me, Ryan slaps me like if I was some whore "the bitch is super tight" he whispers, following another slap in my face . He never did that to me. I don't recognize him anymore

10:36 Mrs_Carlson: “Then maybe she needs a more… intimate massage. Pump harder,” I say as I start rocking your hips back and forth, back and forth. Ryan starts attacking you like an animal, thrusting himself up and further into you. You feel yourself stretch as I pull your legs wider, before lifting your humble breasts up to Ryan’s lips. He suckles your tits as I massage them from below. My hungry lips sealing yours in deep, hot kisses.

10:36 Mrs_Carlson: I break the kiss long enough to say, “fill her boy.”

10:43 Hana_Jeong: The second Ryan yanked my legs up over his shoulders, my body folded in half beneath him, a broken whimper tore out of me. “N-no—ahhh—!” My knees trembled in the air, my belly still throbbing from the abuse, and the stretch burned so sharply it felt like my body might tear. Tears spilled instantly, hot and helpless, rolling down my cheeks as I shook my head. “R-Ryan… p-please… it hurts—” I sobbed, voice already cracking as his hips slammed forward, driving a cry out of me so raw it barely sounded human. My fingers clawed weakly at his arms, not to stop him—just trying to hold onto something as the pain overwhelmed every sense I had left. When he snarled, “Shut the fuck up, bitch. For once, take it like a real woman,” I broke. A choked sob escaped my lips, my voice tiny, shattered. “I-I’m trying—please, please—ahhh—d-don’t… don’t hurt me—” My tears dripped down my face and onto his chest as I trembled, my voice dissolving into sobs and pained moans, my body too weak and too used to fight, too full of suffering to do anything except endure.

12:41 Mrs_Carlson: I take your lips as you sob and tremble. Both my hands reaching up behind your to squeeze and molest and dominate your humble chest. Ryan continuing to punish cock deeper and deeper into you until he buries his face into your chest, and unleashes his seed within you

12:56 Hana_Jeong: He groans as he ejaculates a lot of sperm inside me. I can feel it. It's so much my pussy starts to drool it. My body stiffens the moment I feel him empty inside me, the heat flooding so deep it makes my breath catch. I don’t even react at first—just stare up at the ceiling with my legs still hooked over his shoulders, spread wide and useless, my hips twitching in little aftershocks. Then it hits me all at once. A cold sweat breaks over my skin, especially low in my belly and between my thighs, and a broken little sob escapes my throat. “No… n-no…” I whisper, my voice thin and shaking as I slowly lower my trembling legs, but they won’t close; my muscles won’t even listen to me. I curl up on my back, hands flying to my face as hot tears spill fast, smudging whatever makeup survived. I can still feel him inside me, thick and warm, and the thought of what that could mean sends a wave of panic through me so sharp I fold in on myself with a whimper. “I’m not… I’m not on anything…” I choke out, my voice cracking in humiliation and fear. My sobbing grows harder, shoulders shaking as I hide my face in my palms, shame and dread drowning out every other sensation. My thighs are still slick, still open, and the mix of heat and cold panic makes my whole body tremble uncontrollably. “What’s gonna happen to me…?” I cry into my hands, voice tiny, devastated, terrified. He grabs a handful of my hair and slaps me "Wtf bitch? You're not on the pills?" he slaps me again and tells you to do whatever you want with me.

07:55 Mrs_Carlson: You curl in on yourself and grab your face in shame and fear. Fear of what has happened. Shame for what it means. And then a hand grabs your hair, pulling your face up to look at me again. To look at my pitiless smile as I pull you up, and press your face into Ryan’s balls. “Give him a licking…”

07:55 Mrs_Carlson: ”… and get ready for round two.”

11:06 Hana_Jeong: I curl up into a fetal position, my body shaking with sobs. I clutch my face, feeling the sting of tears as they stream down my cheeks. The weight of what just happened presses down on me, a mix of fear and shame that threatens to consume me. I'm overwhelmed, my mind racing with the horror of the situation. As I huddle there, a rough hand grabs my hair, yanking my head back. I'm forced to look up, meeting the cold, unyielding gaze of Mrs. Carlson. Her smile is cruel, devoid of any warmth or mercy. She pulls me up, her grip tight and unforgiving, and pushes my face down towards Ryan's balls. I hesitate, the reality of what I'm being forced to do sinking in. But the pressure on my hair is relentless, leaving me no choice. I lean forward, my tongue hesitantly touching the sweaty, salty skin. I can taste the remnants of our encounter, the mix of our bodily fluids a bitter reminder of the violation I've just endured. I'm forced to lick, the act humiliating and degrading, as tears continue to fall, blurring my vision.

11:23 Mrs_Carlson: “That’s a good. Lick him good get him ready for me.” I say as I rub your face up and down his shaft. He sneers down at you, seeing your weakness, your submission. And he shakes his head. Suddenly my other hand reaches up to grab his head. I gently pull him into a kiss, pressing my chest into his as I lean down to meet his lips. His hand come up to reverently lift my breast with a nice squeeze. His cock hardens to full length. With out looking I pull your hair. I lift your head back and make you gasp in pain… and as your mouth opens Tyan slides his cock into your lips. He starts pumping in and out of your lips, face fucking you like a whore. Gone is the caring of your loving boyfriend. Replaced by a man you hardly recognize ravishing you at the whims of this new and horrible woman who has you in her grip

11:35 Hana_Jeong: I gag on his cock, the sudden intrusion into my mouth catching me off guard. His cock is so dry which means that my pussy never got wet. My eyes water as he thrusts in and out, each movement brutal and unyielding. I try to pull away, but the grip on my hair is too tight, holding me in place as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. My soul feels shattered, the remnants of who I once was crumbling away with each thrust. I'm no longer the strong, independent woman I thought I was. I'm just a vessel for their desires, a plaything to be used and discarded at their whim. The humiliation is overwhelming, a physical pain that matches the ache in my chest. I can barely breathe, my nose filled with the scent of him, a reminder of the violation. My womanhood, once a source of pride and strength, now feels broken, tainted by the cruelty of their actions.

12:26 Mrs_Carlson: With a guttural growl, Ryan fills your mouth with seed once more. Making you gag as it leaks around your lips as you frantically try to swallow lest you drown in humiliation. I keep bobbing your head up and down with increasingly sticky sounds as I pull more and more cum out of Ryan’s cock. And when it’s finally done I pull your face off, letting your pretty face get coated in the seed.i keep Making out with Ryan, before lifting you up by the hair and directing your man’s attention to you. “What else should we do to this jobber?” I ask him. You feel a thrill down your spine as he decides your fate…

08:20 Hana_Jeong: spit out the excess cum, my mouth filled with the salty, bitter taste. He slaps me hard, the sting of his hand against my cheek echoing in the room. I'm pushed down onto the bed, my body laid out in a vulnerable position. I can feel the cool air against my skin, the weight of his body pressing down on mine. His voice is a low, menacing growl as he asks, "Mrs. Carlson do you want to cum on the face of this bitch?" The question hangs in the air, a promise of more humiliation to come. I can feel his hands on my legs, pushing them up, curling my body into a position that leaves me completely exposed. I can hear the wet, sticky sound as he spits on my asshole, preparing me for what's to come. I tense up, bracing myself for the invasion. He starts to force his way in, and I can feel the burn, the stretch, as he pushes deeper. The pain is intense, a sharp, searing sensation that makes me gasp. I can feel his body moving against mine, his hips thrusting as he takes what he wants. I'm trapped, helpless, my body curled in on itself, my face pressed into the bed. I can taste the remnants of his cum, the bitter, salty flavor coating my mouth. The room is filled with the sounds of our struggle, the grunts and groans of his exertion, the muffled cries of my pain and humiliation.

08:25 Mrs_Carlson: “I love your idea” I say to Ryan as he starts plumbing your depths from behind. I crawl on the bed, sliding my panties off and tossing them aside. Ryan bends down and grabs your hair, pulling your face up off the bed. You start to scream but I snap my dark thighs around your face, trapping your lips against my clean shaven pussy. I start crushing your head in a scissors hold, alternating between skull crushing pressure… and grinding my pussy against your lips to get myself off. I grab your wrists and pull them to my breasts, making you molest me as I lay my head back and hump my hips into your lips over and over and over…

08:30 Hana_Jeong: I'm trapped, my face crushed between her thighs, the scent of her pussy juices filling my nostrils. Her legs are like a vice, squeezing my head, the pressure almost too much to bear. I can feel the blood rushing to my head, the world spinning as I struggle to breathe. Her hips grind against my face, the wet heat of her pussy pressing against my lips. I can taste her, the musky, salty flavor of her arousal. She's using me, her body moving against mine, her pleasure building with each thrust of her hips. My wrists are pulled up to her breasts, her soft flesh spilling over my fingers as she forces me to touch her. I can feel the weight of her, the pressure of her body as she leans into me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Ryan's cock is a relentless force, plunging in and out of my ass, the pain a sharp, searing sensation that makes me groan. He's rough, his hands gripping my hips, his body slamming against mine. I can hear his voice, a low, mocking tone, "I'm sure this whore has been taking in the ass recently." His words are a taunt, a reminder of my own desires, my own needs. I can feel the ease with which he moves inside me, the slick, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out. It's a humiliation, a reminder of how much I've given, how much I've taken. And as I struggle to breathe, to think, I can feel the pleasure building, the raw, primal sensation of being used, of being at someone else's mercy.

08:38 Mrs_Carlson: I feel your lips open as you try to breath, and all they can suck on is me. Oh what a lovely lovely feeling. Utter and complete dominance. Your fingers start to grope and claw, the pain mixing with the pleasure to dive myself mad. I can feel your shoulders and back start to heat up, and I keep the squeeze on to keep you disoriented… until you finally give in to the ultimate humiliation. I start to feel you kiss and suckle on my pussy lips, and frankly I was expecting teeth. But I guess when I’ve crushed you so thoroughly the mind shuts off and the body takes over. You are smooshed between to rabid ravishers. Both of us using you for our own pleasure… and, shamefully your own. As I throw my head back in ecstasy, as my dam breaks and my kitty squirts and spits all over your face and into your mouth. As Ryan screams out an orgasm and fills your ass… we aren’t the only ones climaxing as your body finally betrays your mind and soul.

08:45 Hana_Jeong: When her climax hits, it's like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming. I can feel the sudden, violent spasms of her body, the way her thighs clamp down on my head, trapping me in a vise-like grip. Her pussy pulses against my lips, the wet, slick heat of her release coating my face and seeping into my mouth. The taste is intense, a bitter, salty flavor that mixes with the lingering remnants of Ryan's cum.As Ryan's orgasm hits, I can feel the warmth of his release deep inside me, the sensation both humiliating and strangely intimate. The pulsing of his cock sends waves of pleasure through my body, despite the pain and discomfort of his rough entry. My own body responds in kind, betraying me with a surge of pleasure that builds with each thrust. The mixture of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, a chaotic dance of sensations that leave me breathless and disoriented. The room is filled with the sounds of our labored breathing and the wet, slapping noises of our bodies coming together. Ryan's grip on my hips is bruising, his fingers digging into my flesh as he holds me in place, using my body for his own pleasure. I can feel the tension in his body, the coiled energy that releases with each thrust, and it spurs my own climax, a betrayal of my mind and soul. As his orgasm subsides, he collapses on top of me, his body heavy and slick with sweat. I can feel the sticky warmth of his seed leaking out of me, a constant reminder of the humiliation and pleasure I've just experienced. My own orgasm leaves me shivering, the aftershocks rippling through my body as I come down from the intense high.

08:50 Mrs_Carlson: We cuddle against each other for a bit, our sweat and stickiness mixing together as we all collectively come down. Ryan rolls off of you as I I release you from my thighs. I stand up, revealing my naked glory to your exboyfriend, and grab you by the hair. I drag you off of the bed, and past your clothes, snatching them along the way. I drag you to the door way, throw it open, and toss your body outside against the wall. Your clothes follow after you, slapping your face. As you try to understand what’s happening, a second batch of clothes and your bag fly out after you (with a crisp batch dollars sticking out of it, frankly enough to pay your rent), also hitting your body. “I think I’m going to take good care of my Ryan.” I say as I final taunt, before slamming the door shut. I turn to look at Ryan on the bed and growl, “Let’s wrassle!” Before leaping ontop of him… and having my way with him, and letting him have his way with me…

08:51 Mrs_Carlson: A lovemaking so intense, so violently pleasurable it can be heard outside the door

08:56 Mrs_Carlson: (End?)

08:58 Hana_Jeong: My legs shake with each movement, barely able to support my weight, a testament to the brutal ordeal I've just endured. The air is thick with the scent of my own sweat, the lingering musk of Ryan's release, and the acrid tang of my own humiliation. Each movement sends waves of pain through my bruised and battered body, a constant reminder of the ordeal I've just endured. My clothes, thrown at me with contempt, are a tangled mess around me. I fumble with them, trying to cover my nakedness, my hands shaking with a mix of exhaustion and residual adrenaline. The fabric is rough against my skin, abrasive against my raw and sensitive flesh. I can feel the sticky residue of cum and other bodily fluids, a constant, humiliating reminder of what I've been through. The corridor is a blur, my vision swimming with tears of pain and shame. I can hear the muffled sounds of the hotel—distant laughter, the clinking of glasses, the hum of conversations—all a mocking contrast to my current state. I drag myself along, my movements slow and labored, each inch a battle against the weight of my own body and the crushing weight of my humiliation. As I reach the end of the corridor, I collapse against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The world spins, and I fight to keep consciousness, to maintain some semblance of dignity. But it's a losing battle. I slide down the wall, my body curling in on itself, a pathetic, broken figure, a total whore, discarded and forgotten. The echoes of Hana's laughter and Ryan's taunts ring in my ears, a cruel symphony that haunts me even as I descend into the welcoming darkness of unconsciousness. My shithole feels like an enormous gap, a raw, aching void that pulses with each movement, a constant, searing reminder of the brutal invasion it has endured. My pussy lips hang limp and swollen, a grotesque display of my own debasement, a testament to the relentless assault on my body and soul. (end)