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good luck, babe! | abby anderson x reader

summary: your boyfriend has been cheating on you. when you confront the woman he’s been seeing, she offers you a proposition.

warnings: porn with plot, bi!fem!reader, slight denial of sexuality, cheating, so much smut (sex on camera, strap on sex, tribbing, nipple play, dirty talk, revenge sex, fingering, degradation towards reader’s bf, pillow princess!reader, etc.)

a.note: i love pussy. i love abby. i love abby’s pussy. just a short little thing i wrote up in a jiffy. not spell checked or anything. enjoy xx

“How long have you known?”

Your voice was quiet, the space between the other woman’s body and your own diminishing by the second as she approached you, slowly- like a panther stalking in the dead of night.

“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend then. Honestly.” She said earnestly, holding her hands in the air. “I never would have… if I knew.”

You scoffed, collapsing on the velvet couch of her apartment. The candle flickering on the table smelled like tobacco and vanilla, the night air outside illuminated with the flickering string lights that hung over her window.

“He’s such a cunt.” You say with a sense of finality.

Abby sits down beside you, her hand resting on your thigh. “We could always get back at him.” She says, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

You scoff. “How?”

“We could fuck.”

You could hardly believe what she had said, and so nonchalantly too. You felt your face grow hot, and you cranked your neck to look at her, eyes wide.

“No! Absolutely not! I-no. I do not like women like that.”

Abby giggled, shaking her head. “That’s what they all say.”

“Excuse me?”

“Women like you. You always say that, that you don’t like women. Then you scurry on home and shove your hands down your pants to lesbian porn because you’ve never had a mind blowing orgasm.”

“You-you don’t know me.”

“Baby, I was you. When I got with your boyfriend, I honest to God didn’t know he had started seeing you. That was years ago. How you’re just now finding out is beyond me, Trevor always was a shit liar. And shit in bed.”

You let a deep sigh of air expand in your chest, blowing it out through your flared nostrils as you fell further back on the couch. “Fine.” Your voice was barely audible.

“Fine what?”

“Let’s fuck.”

Abby grinned, immediately standing up and walking to the closet. “I’ve got just the set up.” She said excitedly, grabbing a cam recorder. “We record it, send it to him, and boom- the world’s most epic breakup.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “What if he sends it to someone?”

“The we sue him to high heaven. But he won’t. Trevor is a pussy, and not the good kind.”

“Okay, so…. so what do I do?”

Abby stood behind the camera as she set it up, flipping out the little screen monitor. “Get naked first.” She ordered, her voice soft and sultry, eyes full of desire.

You slipped off the sweater you wore, tugging down your sweats. You were left in a pair of sage colored panties and a sports bra.

“All the way, baby. All the way for me.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, doing as she asked. She clicked a button on the side, and you saw the camera light flash red. You were being recorded now, and it made your chest feel tight.

“There we go. Yeah, just like that.” She watched with bated breath as your tits fell from your bra, her tongue eagerly swiping against her lower lip. “Spread those legs.” Abby still stood behind the camera, tugging her own clothes off until she was in nothing but a pair of black underwear.

You eyed her body, perfectly sculpted and broad, like a greek sculpture. Her belly was wide and muscular, and her biceps were thick and freckled. Her pale skin was littered with constellations of freckles, and her braided hair fell elegantly down the center of her rippled back.

She was incredibly attractive. Your pussy throbbed at the site of her.

You slowly parted your thighs, and you could feel the slick of arousal creeping up between the folds of your cunt.

“Look at that. Don’t like women my ass.” She giggled sweetly, shuffling around the closet once more. “Wait f’me! Just grabbing something.”

When she walked back out, Abby was holding a strap on, a thick, hot pink cock about seven inches long dangling, hard and intimidating in her hand. “I’m going to fuck you so good. You got that baby? Gonna make you fall in love with me, that’s how good it’s gonna be.”

You couldn’t help but nod, dumbly at that, your hand creeping towards your clit as she walked towards you. Her back was to the camera as she fell to her knees, face to face with your glistening cunt.

“Mmm. You look delicious. I’m gonna suck on this little clit no, you got that? Gonna make you scream for me.” She cooed sweetly, her eyes locked on your own as she kissed a trail of sloppy, wet, open mouth kisses to your clit, ending with a chaste kiss on the swelling bud.

Your cunt clenched down on nothing at the brief contact with your bundle of nerves, and Abby smirked in realization of just how aroused you actually were. Her lips parted to suck your clit in, and you felt the tip of her soft tongue lapping and lapping. A moan of pleasure vibrated through your core as she soaked in the scent, the taste, the pure wonder of you.

Without realizing your hands trialed to her hair, fingering through the pretty strands of hair which fell from her braid. You threw your head back on the couch, relishing in the feeling of her servicing your cunt.

“So wet f’me. You hear that?” Abby pulled away and slid two of her fingers into your pussy, fingering you until the wet squelch of your soaked cunt was the only noise in the room. She turned her head over her shoulder, eyeing the camera a “Hear that, jackass? I’m fucking your girlfriend right now!” Abby laughed, turning back to you with a wink.

“Abby!” You moaned, her fingers hooking against your g-spot. “Jesus, Abby.”

“What baby? Talk to me.” She kissed your knee, watching her fingers disappear inside your cunt.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah, baby. I know, I know it does. I gotta get this pretty cunt stretched out for my cock, don’t I? Gotta get you all nice and ready for me. Gonna make you feel so good.” She purred, leaning down to lick a strip up your pussy.

Abby took your clit back into her mouth until you were squealing, bucking your hips as pleasure surged through you. Soon you were coming undone, your climax hard and long as she continued sucking on your button, her cheeks hollow. Your wetness coated her face in a sheen of pretty slick, and when she pulled away, she was panting like a dog.

“God damn baby, you’re fucking delicious. Got me pussy drunk. I could eat you all day.”

You smiled through heavy eyes, half lidded as the exhaustion of your powerful orgasm subsided ever so slowly.

“Gonna fuck you now, baby.” Abby walked to the camera, taking it off the tripod. “You hold this for me, okay? Point it right at that pretty cunt, let him see how good I stretch this pussy.”

You nodded obediently, tilting the camera down until you could see your cunt, swollen and pink, on the camera frame. You bit down on your cheek, watching the tip of her strap rub up and down your pussy lips. Your wetness made a series of wanton noises, and Abby slowly pushed in to you until the hilt of the strap was pressed into the mound of your cunt.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good.” You hummed, looking up at her.

“Yeah, I bet. Got such a greedy cunt.” She grinned, moving her hand to rest on your thigh. Her thumb circled your clit, making you gasp out as the sensitive bud was gently assault. “You’re goin’ to cum again f’me. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl. That’s a good girl, yeah.” Abby watched as she pulled the strap out, fucking in to you slow and steady. Her hips rutted in to yours with every thrust, her movements never faltering. She kept the same pace, excruciatingly slow, but deep each time, hitting every spot that made your pussy sing and your skin shiver.

“Oh, fuck.” You breathed, the camera shaking in your hands.

“Look up at me. Let me see those eyes.” You looked up at her, your gaze meeting, and she smiled at you lazily, reaching out to cup your cheek in her hand. “So pretty. And you,” she talked to the camera, grabbing it and pointing it at her face. “Are a fucking idiot!”

Abby pointed it down at the space where you two were connected, her cock glistening with your cum as she pumped, deep, deep, deep, moaning out at the site of your swollen lips.

“God damn.” She breathed, her thumb circling your clit again. “I gotta feel this.”

Abby placed the camera back on the tripod, slipping the strap off. “Lay back down, on the couch.” She pointed with her finger to the cushions, and you did as she asked. She reached across you, tugging off the back pillows so there was enough room.

Pushing your legs back, she exposed your cunt, placing her own clothed pussy on yours until she was grinding down. “Mm, baby. So wet, so warm.” Her fingers dug gentle crescents into your skin.

“Fuck me.”

“That what you want? You want me to fuck you with my clit?” You moaned, nodding quickly without hesitation. Abby chuckled, tugging her underwear off. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

She lowered her cunt back down until her throbbing clit was pressed to your entrance. She slowly slid it in between your pussy lips, thrusting up and down as she watched the way your lips parted ever so slightly against her button. You moaned out, holding on to her hands that rested on your legs.

“So good. So good!” You chanted, blabbering like a fool at the feeling of her wetness mixing with yours.

Abby moaned sweetly, her clit pressing in to yours. “It does, baby. It does. Such a sweet pussy.” Her eyes were closed as she relished in the feeling of your cunts mingling, and you could feel her clit throbbing in to yours, her wetness just as loud as yours.

“Want you to cum on me. Want you to use my pussy to cum. Wanna feel you.” You whispered, head falling back onto the cushion as she grinded down tighter and harder against you.

“Yeah baby? You want some of my cum?” You nodded again, looking down at the place where your pussies were glued together. “Okay baby. Hold still. Gonna cum all over you.”

You moaned in anticipation, nails digging into her skin as she used your pussy to get off, panting with half open lips at the feeling of your body. Abby whimpered, a sweet little noise you would have never expected from her, and you felt her thick, muscular thighs tightening as her orgasm fast approached.

She grunted like an animal, your name tumbling from her lips as her pussy contracted against yours, her cum slick and creamy in your cunt as she rubbed and grinded, scissoring in to you until her orgasm was a tingling memory on her clit.

“So good for me. So good.” She cooed, pulling away to stare at the mess she had made. Abby fell back, tapping her face. “Sit on my face.”

You crawled over, lowering your pussy into her mouth until her tongue was buried deep inside you, her nose brushing into your sensitive clit. Your orgasm wasn’t far off, and Abby was moaning and groaning into your pussy at the taste of herself.

She dragged her hands up the expanse of your belly until they reached your nipples. She tugged on them, rolling them between your fingers until they were hard and pebbled beneath her touch.

You whimpered out, holding the sides of her head as she played with your nipples, her tongue buried deep within your gummy walls

“You’re gonna make me cum.” You warned, and she giggled inside of you, her nose rubbing up and down your nub purposefully, hard and sweet as she tongue fucked you.

“That’s what I want.” She grumbled, voice muffled by your folds as her hair became tangled in the grip of your fingers.

You whined as your climax hit you, pussy contrasting down on her mouth as she ducked you through your climax, your nipples rolling between her fingers. When your orgasm stopped, she pulled you down, her mouth meeting your tits in a series of hot kisses, her tongue swirling across the skin of your chest before she reached your nipples.

Her hands held your ass tight and close, nails tracing shapes in the skin of your upper thighs as she moaned into the crevice of your breasts, sucking and swirling around your nipples as though they were two sweet pieces of candy.

You moaned, shuddering as she pulled away with a pop.

“So,” She sat up on her elbows, kissing your shoulder. “Still don’t like girls?”

“I think I love you.” You laughed breathlessly, blowing a sweaty piece of hair from your face.

Abby grinned, gently running her fingers down the side of your body. “I’ve got that affect on women.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching to click the camera off with a lazy smile.

“You wanna spend the night?” She asked softly, a twinge of hopefulness tugging at her syllables as you went to shimmy into your sweats.

“I’d like that, actually.”

“Cool.” Abby smiled, and you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. Cool.”

You spent the night that night, and the next night, and the night after that, until the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months.

Abby was right.

She really was going to fuck you until you fell in love.

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abby-abs · 3 months

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riding abby’s strap while she’s tied up in a chair…. what do we think ladies

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abby-abs · 3 months

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Had to make a meme to describe me currently

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abby-abs · 3 months

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“Recovery” Pedro style from risemovement IG

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abby-abs · 5 months

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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abby-abs · 6 months

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hot artists don't gatekeep

I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard

Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.

Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.

Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.

Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.

SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.

SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.

Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.

Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.

Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.

Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.

Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.

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abby-abs · 6 months

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✩Your Galaxy✩

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Abby Anderson / Mandolorian AU

Summary: Abby as a Mandolorian. No specific relationship to reader yet (will obv get into if this turns into a fic).

Warnings: smut, MDNI, some fluff holy fuck Madda wrote fluff?? Fingering, cunnilingus, switch!abby, switch!reader, cannon typical violence, no y/n, only description of reader is having hair, making up shit about space and Star Wars uni that I don’t know!!!it’s fine!!!

A/N: hey babies, so I’ve been sittingggg on this idea for a sec and idk if it will gel with you guys so pls lmk if this would be something you’re interested in. I guess this is a blurb?? If you wanna see it turn into a fic pls let me know:))

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Mando!abby who takes off her gloves so she can feel how wet you really are, even when you promise her.

Mando!abby who let’s you trace your fingers along her face in the darkness of the night so you can imagine what she truly looks like. The first time you weren’t expecting her vulnerability, she had just fucked you senseless as you laid there heaving when she pulled your shaky fingertips to her defined face, allowing you to let them roam freely.

Mando!abby who took her helmet off for the first time when you were laid inbetween her thighs, lapping at her swollen clit. She wanted you to hear her pathetic whimpers that no one else had. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly when you heard the rustling of the helmet come off, but she trusted you… “k- keep going baby I- jus’ wanna watch you”

Mando!abby who couldn’t help but to admit her real name with you as she had you bent over her bed, helmet off heavy breathed over the shell of your ear, driving her soaked fingers into your needy cunt. “F-fuck Mando…” you pathetically breathe out, muffled by the thin white fabric of her bed. “Abby,” Mando remarked flatly. It took you aback at the unrecognizable name, your body froze as your mind raced, did she call you the wr- “call me abby,” she corrects herself. A guttural breath you didn’t notice you were holding escapes your lips. Abby…Abby. A delicate name for the otherwise ruthless murderer. The name swirled aimlessly in your mind over and over again…abby.

Mando!abby who’s secret you knew. She was able to go unrecognized as a woman in her field, tweaking her modulator so her voice came out husky, her build making her larger and more threatening than any other mandolorian you had seen before. She didn’t want them to treat her differently, think less of her ability. You accidentally stumbled upon her well held secret when she came back to the ship with a gash across her abdomen. She tried hiding it from you, but it came up so close on her chest you unknowingly forced it out of her. You froze at the sight of her black bra peeking under her tunic, cheeks flushed. “Don’t say a fucking word,” she bit under her breath. You internally pulled yourself together with your new found information on the mysterious killer, wild eyed averting your gaze back to her cover eyes, eyes that you’ll never see. “Okay.” You said with an attempt at confidence. An attempt at reassurance. She had no reason to trust your word, but she did.

Mando!abby who insists on showering your body even if the lights are on. A stupid fucking ship. If the shower was running the lights had to be on. This was an automatic off zone for you when things started with you and abby. Not only could you see her face, but her entire body would be revealed to you in the intimate space of the well-lit shower. Her body that you had only seen bits and pieces of in desperate, heavy breathed moments, but never her face. But when you had returned from a rather brutal hunt, blood caked in your hair, she insisted to clean you off. “B-but abby-“ before you can protest she began removing your blood soaked clothing out of your sight behind you, “just close your eyes, I’ll stand behind you. I’m not leaving you by yourself for another moment,” the tang of her sweet voice fluttered your ears, unmarked by the hardness of the modulated voice of her visor.

Taglist: @wishbones999 @bookpagecandlescent @littlegingerperson5 @lookforthelight1 @fict1onallyobsessed

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⌘ enough for now ⌘

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Summary: You’re left in the WLF interrogation room to be punished when you meet your attacker, the girl you can’t stand and one of her groupies.

Warnings: smut, MDNI, !!VERY DARK MATERIAL!! Talks of death/dying & pain but nothing inflicted, dark!abby, dom!abby, sub!reader, slight dubcon but there is verbal consent given, reader is a cuck (i don’t wanna hear it), knife play, spanking, degradation, praise, bondage, fingering, strap (not used on reader), no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, plot twist?? Idk either

A/N: soooo…hey. This has been sittin for a minute in the drafts. This is actually the first abby fic I ever wrote and I thought it might be a little much. Everyone can thank @littlegingerperson5 bc she encouraged me to share<333 I just want to give one more warning, this fic IS NOT FOR EVERYONE! it’s quite dark esp in the beginning. Just protect your peace and enter if you dare. Okay I love ya, enjoy this utter disgrace of literature.

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Your eyes flutter open to a dark room, your head is pounding, body weak. The only thing you can make out was the ceiling lamp hanging over an old wooden desk. You attempt to touch the drip on your forehead when you realize your arms are bound to ropes hoisted from above you. You pull on the scratchy ropes to no avail, your body was too weak to fight.

You groan at the pain growing in your arms, there’s no telling how long you had been here for, days, hours, weeks maybe. As your memory starts to flood back in, the prison had not been as foreign as when you once woke. This was the WLF interrogation room. Most people never made it out of it alive, but you still couldn’t come to understand why they had brought you here, you were apart of them.

A guttural scream escapes you once more, the newfound motion caused your head wound to trail blood down your cheek. Before you can make your second attempt at freeing yourself there’s a rustling at the door, you watch as two figures make their way in, one much larger than the other. You blink repeatedly as they make their way closer, still foggy from previous impact.

When the figures make their way to the lit desk you make out your captures, Abby Anderson and Jill Meyers, one of the many girls that threw themselves onto Abigail at any chance she might fuck them. You had never returned the same sentiment, you despised her, she was arrogant, selfish, and got anything she wanted from women or the WLF. She hated you just as much, probably since you refused to beg for her to simply give you the honor of touching you.

“Abby what the fuck is this,” you bark with gritted teeth. Abby stands smugly with her large biceps crossed, smirking at your position, “awhh did you think you’d just get off the hook for running off on mission like that,” Jill snickers at Abby’s snarky remark. Your memories start rolling back before you can respond. “I just got lucky enough having the honor to… fix your behavior,” Abby says almost pouting, digging into you.

You can’t understand what to be angrier about, the fact that the WLF sent Abby here to reprimand you or that fact that she brought the little bitch Jill with her. Your face turns to Jill that plays with her long brunette hair, twirling it around her fingers, inching her crotch into Abby’s thigh like a gloried toddler with tits. “What’s the need for your slut of the night? Cant trust you wont touch me before you kill me?” You jab at Jill but remain in eye contact with Abby with every word.

“Watch it bitch! Jus’ mad she doesn’t want you,” Jill says grabbing onto Abby’s arm, bulging with veins as she begins heating up. “Don’t worry Jill she’s all yours…and every other girl in the next 15 mile radius,” you say with a light giggle. Abby never takes her eyes from you, her breath growing heavier with anger, “will you shut the fuck up already,” Abby barks.

With no denial of your statement Jill hits Abby’s arm with a scoff, “can we just kill her now, take me back to your room, I need you abs,” Jill cocks into lust as if I wasn’t listening, I guess it didn’t matter if I wouldn’t live to tell the story. Abby’s eyes remaining on your beaten body, covered in only ratty panties and a cut up tank top that barely covered your midriff. Her eyes clung to you, making her way up and down your revealed body with her eyes making you shutter. You were always attracted to the brute woman but shoved it far back into your mind once she opened her fucking mouth.

“Get on the table,” Abby demands not moving an inch. “What?” Jill says confused, probably unsure of who Abby is even talking to since her eyes remain on you but sensing you are bound at the wrist... could she have at least brought a whore with at a few brain cells to torture you. “Get on the fucking table Jill,” her eyes finally fall to Jill, picking her up with ease and throwing her on the old wooden desk, Jill gasps at the suddenness.

Within seconds Abby rips down Jill’s pants and panties in one foul swoop, then trails her hands up to her blouse to bring it up above her breast. Jill taken aback from Abby’s manhandling throws her head back in pleasure, moaning out and gripping into the blonde’s head. Abby advances her open mouth onto the girls’ cunt, lapping her tongue at her slit. “God, are you fucking serious!” You say in disgust, ignoring the way your thoughts roam to how good she looked taking control of Jills body effortlessly.

Abby grins up at you, tongue still deep into Jill, she lets out a huff of satisfaction. Jill was so pleased she gave no attention to how Abby glared at your body as she ate her out. She was enjoying this, watching your arms aimlessly tug at your restraints while Jill was sprawled out whorishly for her use.

You couldn’t help the aching pain that now grew in between your legs, begging for attention. Abby moves her head up from the girl’s cunt into a standing position and begins drilling her pointer and ring finger into her sopping folds. She looks up into your eyes, head slightly cocked upwards, slick wet on her chin with parted lips. A reluctant whimper escapes your mouth at her gaze. Your response causes Abby to grip her free hand onto the edge of the desk, licking her lips pleased.

Your body becomes restless, squirming around in your restraints, you bite into your bottom lip for some type of release. “God you’re such a whore,” Abby directs to you with a smug look, Jill moans out in the assumption its for her since the blonde continued to beat into her cunt. Another moan escapes from your mouth at her words, muffled enough by Jills screams.

Abby suddenly shifts her direction and rips her fingers out of Jill, instantly shoving them into the girl’s mouth. Once Jill had sucked the slick from Abby’s thick fingers, she trailed her fingers to her belt unbuckling it herself. “Get on your knees,” She demands, which Jill eagerly agrees to dropping herself onto the floor.

Abby unsheathes her long black strap, veins trailing up it, the sight causes you to gawk. Abby takes notice of your gaping mouth and shoots you a pleased smirk while grappling the brunette’s hair roughly, shoving her cock into her mouth suddenly.

The ache growing in your pussy begs for release, you grip them tightly to create friction that sends your head back in pleasure, whimpers flowing out of your needy throat. A trail of slick begins trailing down your dirty thighs. “Not even touching you and your cunt’s that wet, s’fucking pathetic,” she says huskily. Your eyes are directed back to her, watching her biceps flex in Jill’s hair as she fucks into her mouth. You hear Jill begin to gag on Abby’s length as she relentless drills into her, like nothing would be enough to fulfill her needs. “Abby-“Jill muffles out in chokes in attempt to regain her attention.

Whimpers continue to spew out as you eagerly rub your thighs needing her touch. “Needy little slut, aren’t you?” Abby growls at you, ignoring Jills gags. “Abby, it hurts!” Jill blurts out ultimately regaining breath. Abby finally directs her attention down to the fucked-out brunette, “what is your fucking problem?” Abby says gripping her neck with her strong hand, now hovering over her. “C-can you just fuck me,” Jill says meekly under her grasp.

“You’re pissing me off, go back to the room ill deal with you later,” she unleashes her grasp on Jill. She scoffs at Abby’s dismissal as she pulls up her pants, throwing her blouse back on in an exaggerated sigh and huffing her way out like a spoiled brat. Abby had treated her like shit, but your pussy begged for her sole attention.

As the door slams shut Abby makes her way to your hanging body, cunt throbbing with slick. She begins circling around you slowly, “and what am I going to do with you huh?” she parks her body in front of you, inches away from your sweaty face. “Pathetic little girl, dripping down your thighs watching me fuck Jill,” her breath so close causes the hair on your body to spike.

Without warning she lays a slap onto your pulsing cunt that makes you yelp. She rubs your clothed pussy before laying another smack onto it, this time causing a pleasurable moan to discharge. “Abby please-” you beg her with weary eyes. “No… you don’t get to rush this,” she says with no remorse.

Her eyes are dark. Pitch fucking black. Like something had taken over her that you’ve never seen. Sure, you’ve seen her kill people with her bare hands, ripping people open at the tips of her fingers, but she had never seemed this menacing, this deranged. You looked like her next victim, and maybe you were ready for that, as long as she showed you a blissful summit before tearing your throat out.

She begins to pace around you again, slower, inching her eyes up your body, completely at her disposal. Trailing her fingertips gently down like she was deciding where she wanted you first, where she could inflict pain first that would keep you alive long enough for her full amusement. If you died too quickly that wouldn’t be fun for her, would it?

“wh-what are you going to do to me,” you barely mutter out as she’s behind you. You can’t see her, but you feel her gaze, the heat of her piercing into your skin without the need to even feel her. She doesn’t respond at first, enjoying the sight of you squirming under her touch-less gaze. The only noise in the room was the enthralled whimpers that couldn’t seem to be held back- until it was penetrated by the merciless breathy laugh from your capture.

You froze when that breathe was so close to the shell of your ear that it sent goosebumps flying down your figure, “I just want to play with you.” You bite your lip to hold back any reaction, but it couldn’t stop the subconscious tightening of your thighs in search of release.

And she saw it.

She began agonizingly dragging her calloused fingers up the tops of your thighs, inching towards your clothed core, still breathing deeply in your ear. Your legs were shaking restlessly, growing tired of pressing so harshly. “That’s what you want, hmm?” she taunts, as her fingers roam, catching the hem of your panties but never allowing you the satisfaction of pleasure.

“You want to get played with, like a toy? That’s what you want.” She answers the question for you, as you didn’t give her any sense of a verbal response.

“You don’t play nice with others,” bitchy response, but you were hoping she’d get on with punishing you for it. Any touch would be better than this, the lack of her. Her large hand darts to your core, handling you in her grasp, the suddenness mixed with the intensity sent your body flying back into her chest as she stabilized your body with her free hand gripped onto your breast, her fingers pinching at your hardened bud. She was so fucking close now, the heat of her transferring into your skin.

“Never said I did.” Her breath had increased in speed, just as affected by having you in this way. There were no words that could formulate as you both heaved, your body subconsciously grinding into her hand as a groan rang in your ear, finally allowing herself to inform you how badly she needed this, needed you, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

After aimlessly grinding into her hand, she finally began to pulse the edge of her palm start into your swollen clit, eliciting a guttural moan from your throat. As your moans quickened, her speed did as well. She pushed her body further into you, like she needed to be as close as she could get.

“Do you want this?” she says in almost a whisper, barely heard over the desperation in your voice. Your eyes dart open with her sentiment, a branch, an exit door, a way out. You should say no, tell her to stop fucking with you and get it over with, put an end to your suffering.

“Y-yes,” blurts out, you didn’t command the response rather your body spoke for you.

Her hand rips out of its grip on your pulsing cunt that provokes a whine of neediness from you. You feel her reach from behind her, and a click of a switchblade unclasping from the safety of its cover.

Fuck.

The hand adorned to your red bud darts back down to your panties, she hooks her fingers under and pulls them up harshly as she uses her other hand to slice them clean off your body, falling to your feet on the cold floor. A relieved breath falls from your throat. Her free hand now meets the back of your neck to stabilize you so she can watch you from below her.

She begins dragging the sharp tip of the blade from the bottom of your lip down, achingly slow, any sudden movement risking the consequences of penetrating your skin. She gets to your navel when she realizes your stillness, your strategy to walk out of here with no other wounds that you possibly came in with.

She lets out a smug sigh at your determination while she circles your stomach with the tip, “tell me why I shouldn’t mark that pretty tummy right now.” Your breath hitches, eyes widening. “I-I,” you attempt to muster up any plea for your life to no avail. At your pathetic attempt she tightens her grip on your neck, bringing your ear closer to her lips, “give me one reason.”

All morals leave you, the distain you had for the brute woman vanishing in mere seconds. “You fucking won okay…y- you have me. Fuck me like you fuck your whores.”

Pathetic? Absolutely. But a lie? No. Your body craved her, it always had, your mind wouldn’t let you have her. That’s when the tip began its decent down to the top of your cunt, inching down so close you’d accepted that you would get off on the simple touch of the shiny dagger on your swollen clit.

Your body tensed as the tip was so close to your clit if you would’ve breathed too harshly you could’ve done it yourself when you she darted her dagger clad palm above your head, slicing down the ropes holding you hostage.

Your body came tumbling down, crashing weakly onto the cold cement. While she had cut you loose the ropes still bound you at the wrist. She picked your body up gently, strangely kind, as if she was not here enforcing your demise. She carefully walked you to the wooden table, placing you where Jill had been, minutes, hours? ago. Time had left your senses with the connection to the wound now blood-dried on your forehead.

Your legs subconsciously opened for her, bottoms of your feet placed down on the cracked wood. She hovered over you, bringing her hands to either side of your face, closing in on you. For a moment she just watched you, a glimmer of almost curiosity in her eyes as you watched her.

Neither of you spoke, she was the one calling the shots but she just…looked at you, watched as you waited for her command, but it never came. She was frozen over your gaze.

“Kiss me.” You command her. It was a shot in the dark, a wild assumption, but you had to try.

A puzzled look contorts her face, “what?” It landed. She never kissed Jill, and definitely not you. She could kill, she could fuck, but she couldn’t handle the sense of connectedness, vulnerability.

“You know what I said,” you were getting head strong at this point, but you had already cracked her, the true light pooling over you wordlessly. “No.” She says in a breathy scoff, still unmoving from her stance, still frozen from after she placed you.

It was only long shot but your body made it for you, using the strength your elbows still had to hoist yourself up, so close to her face you could feel her breath falter above you. Her eyes trailing between your eyes and lips. “Kiss me.” You repeat yourself.

In seconds her walls break around her as her lips meet yours, hungry, unsatisfied, as if she never allowed herself the pleasure of true intimacy. One of her hands came up to cup your cheek as the other met the small of your back to support you while your arms are still bound at the wrist, in between your thighs uselessly.

Her hands only stray for a second to release your aching wrist, but her lips never left yours, she let herself have it, and now she couldn’t get enough. She would have Swallowed you whole if you would have let her.

As you were sat at the edge of the table, both of her hands met your back, pulling you as close as she could get to you. Your hands were finally able to touch the warmth of her, the scars that littered her skin, the lines and definition of her arms, the veins in her hands. You allowed yourself to roam every inch of her, while you gave her the time to indulge your mouth.

Her hand snaked from your back to your still throbbing core, only intensified by the withheld touch of her. When her calloused fingers met your clit for the first time your mouth gaped at the sensation of relief. Allowing her tongue to enter as you moaned out for her.

She couldn’t pace herself, rubbing quick circles around your puffy clit, your whimpers causing moans to slip out of her own mouth and into yours. Your legs were already shaking, nearing an early climax.

She brought you to the edge without letting you finish, moving her fingers down your slit, gliding easily with the pent up slick she had coaxed out of you. “Abby please-“

Her mouth still agape she begin to toy with your fluttering hole, “not yet,” she heaves out. She plunged her ring and middle finger deep inside you, groaning at the feeling of you pulsing around her.

“Fuck!” You scream out, latching onto her broad shoulders to stabilize yourself. “I know…I know,” she coos.

While her kisses came gently…her fingers did not. She drove them as deep as she could, making sure the palm of her hand left pressure on the swelling of your clit. Your body was giving out, you tried hold yourself up by digging your nails into her shoulders but in the state you were in, it wasn’t going to last much longer.

As your hands begun to waver, losing grip she lowered your back onto the table, never leaving your lips as she continued to stretch you out. You were finally ready to let go, give up complete control to your capture.

“A-abby I’m c-close I don’t-“ you began to breath out when she stops your pathetic attempts to warn her. “It’s okay pretty, cum on my fingers.”

Her words forced you to the edge, shaking under her while she watched you. As you rode out the bliss of your climax she continued to coax you through it with ‘there you go’ and ‘doing so good for me’. You were completely under her spell.

When she finally slowed the pace of her fingers, you lied there trying to regain your breath. Your body was completely spent, bruised, abused in more ways than one. You stared at her doe-eyed in adoration to your attacker. “Can I-“ you began to speak, seeking out the chance to return the sentiment, let her feel the same bliss she granted you.

She shook her head with finality. “That’s enough for now.”

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