The collection features works by other local writers. I’m in the midst of approaching them online to get their buy in. These are all free to read and i have asked for their permission to reproduce their work on this site. Writer’s pseudonym, nick, & site which they write at will be indicated in the post itself.
There are no lack of depraved individuals on this island and i happen to chance upon one other on reddit. ‘Paperstarred’ is that sweet, sheltered girl who is the embodiment of everything prim, proper and demure. In formal wear, i have no doubt she can pass off as a politician or a young C-suite level staff. Working from home in her t-shirt and panties, she is that stay home girlfriend all guys want to have. No longer a sweet young thing, but not yet at the MILF level, i would say the world inside Paperstarred’s twisted mind is a lot darker than mine.
Nick : Paperstarred
It’s 10pm when you finish your last food delivery for the night. Deactivating your Grab app and going off shift, you cycle to the nearby convenience store that’s a favourite haunt for you and your fellow riders. As you walk in the door, you see two other riders walk in and hand the toilet key to the cashier, with grins on their faces.
Okay. Guess they had a great toilet break.
You grab a drink from the fridge and head to the cashier.
“Hello, John. Good day?”
The crazy middle aged man behind the counter giggles, then scans your beer.
“Very, very good day. Can be very very good.”
O…kay. The old man’s losing it.
“Sounds lovely. So…why was it good?” You keep your voice steady, making small talk, not sure what the old man’s up to.
“Oh, I got laid. Several times too. Damn good.”
Okay. Definitely losing it.
“Uh…sure.” You reply, rolling your eyes. “And I suppose it was right here in the 7-11?”
He giggles again.
“Yes yes. It was. Want to see?” He reaches for the toilet key.
“Eh eh chill I don’t want to see your porn-“
He tosses you the can of beer from the counter and walks around it.
“No no no. Let me show you how I got laid.”
Popping open your can, you shake your head as you follow him out of the store and around the back to the small bathroom that makes this 7-11 popular with delivery riders. There’s a nice Mercedes parked at the back, unusual for this store.
“New car, John?”
“No no, it’s hers.” He laughs. “Arrogant bitch coming here and making noise. Demanding this and that. Thinking she’s hot stuff. So some of the boys and me showed her what her place is, yes?”
You freeze for a bit.
“John, what the fuck is going on?”
He just smiles and unlocks the toilet door and you’re stunned.
In the middle of the toilet, there’s a woman tied up naked. She’s bent over forward, her ankles tied to the ends of a mop to force her legs apart, with her wrists behind her back tied with a rope that suspends her that way. Another rope around her neck is tied to a bucket of water on the floor, forcing her to stay bent over. She’s blindfolded with an old rag, and what seems to be her panties is currently shoved into her mouth and held in place with a strip of cloth.
She’s gorgeous- fair skin, a haughty face, nice reddish-brown hair that looks about chest length pulled into a rough ponytail, probably a 34C cup. Nicely waxed too, but she’d look a lot better if not for the marks of misery on her. The woman is covered in bruises and obvious belt whipping marks, she’s got insults scrawled all over her naked body with a tally that looks like about 50 fucks so far, and there’s cum just dribbling freely down her legs, with more over her face and hair smeared with her ruined makeup.
You find your voice.
“John, what the fuck is this?”
“She’s all yours. Go on, have a try.” He laughs. “I’ve had the bitch here since this morning. Look at the marks, she’s already fucked 50 plus guys. Even had some taxi driver take a round with her while his passengers waited outside thinking he was taking a long dump.”
You walk up to her and inspect her, reaching down to cup one firm breast, squeezing it, making her groan weakly.
“What’s the story behind her?”
“Don’t know. Just some rich bitch who thought she was better than us. The boys decided to teach her a lesson because she was yelling at them and calling them names when they were in front of her parking lot.”
John walks over and cups her jaw, then gives her a tight slap, making her groan again.
“Not so high and mighty are you now, huh bitch?” He taunts her.
You walk around her and inspect her, delivering a slap of your hand to her firm ass, making her whimper.
“What’s her name?”
“Vanessa. One of the boys made her gag on his cock till she told him everything.” Ah Huat hands the key to you, then walks to the door.
“All yours bro. Just pass me the key when you’re done.”
The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with Vanessa.
You reach for her blindfold and gag and ease them out, noting how messy her panties look as they fall out of her mouth and onto the floor.
“Please get me out of here, please please please these fuckers are crazy- AGH!” Vanessa’s frantic pleading is cut short as you slap her across the face hard.
“Look at me. Look.” You growl. She looks up at you, her eyes wide with fear and desperation.
“I’m not here to help you. Besides, weren’t you being some stuck up bitch who looks down on us? So I’m going to enjoy every moment with you.”
You unzip your pants and your erect cock springs out.
After a long day of cycling around for deliveries, your cock is sweaty and unwashed but you don’t care. You push forward till you’re balls deep in Vanessa’s mouth, feeling her gagging as her nose is buried in your pubic hair, seeing her bound hands flailing as she tries to breathe. You pull out slightly then slap her again.
“I said, suck. You mean you haven’t learned how to suck a cock properly after all day in here?”
With a look of defeat on her face, Vanessa starts sucking you off. She’s surprisingly good- her tongue is rolling over your shaft and teasing your head, and she’s putting effort to maintain proper suction as she bobs her head up and down on your cock, her haughty and upper-class looks making it even more erotic when twisted with a look of pure misery and shame at sucking off some lower class rider in a convenience store toilet.
“Guess snooty bitches like you can suck cock properly after all.” You smirk as you pull out your phone and snap a few photos for the memories. “You’re really good at this, Vanessa.”
You let her gag on your cock for a few more minutes then pull out, laughing mockingly at her disappointed look.
“You thought I was going to just settle for your mouth? Poor dumb bitch.” You laugh as you walk around back, seeing her tense up.
“Damn. Those guys really need to learn how to clean up.” You grimace, seeing what looks like enough cum to fill a bowl dribbling down her legs. Reaching for her torn, stained panties, you mop up as much of it as you can, making Vanessa groan as you scrub the fabric roughly over her cunt lips.
“Ready to make me happy?”
“Please…please don’t fuck me please I’m so sore they’ve been doing it all day please don’t pleasepleaseplease- MMPH!” Vanessa’s pleas are cut off as you jam the cum-soaked panties into her mouth, then tie the strip of cloth back on to keep her gagged.
“Shhh. If I want you to talk I’ll let you know.”
And with that, you plunge your cock into her cunt. Vanessa comes up on her tiptoes, arching her back as she groans horribly into the gag. She must be insanely sore after being fucked all day against her will but you don’t care- while the fucking must feel like a jackhammer to her, to you it feels like heaven as her silken cock sleeve clenches down on you while you pound in and out of her.
You fuck her. Hard. One hand reaches to pull on her hair, forcing her head back, while your other hand fondles her lovely breasts, gripping and squeezing them and toying with her nipples. You soon discover that twisting both her nipples makes her clench nice and hard on your cock as you fuck her and soon she’s sobbing from the pain as you tweak her nipples like a pair of volume knobs.
“Mmm. You’re so good, Vanessa. Ready to take another rider’s load? All of us low-income rider scum flooding that cunt of yours with our cum, and you’ll never know which of us will knock up your stuck up bitch body.” You lean over and whisper in her ear then lick it, making her recoil in disgust.
Vanessa begins shaking her head frantically as you start thrusting harder and faster, preparing to fuck your load into the bitch. You pull out her gag, deciding that you want to hear her voice as you cum in her.
“Nooo…nooo…please…please don’t…please…pull out…what are you doing….don’t fuck me…no what’s that- OHH OHH OHHHH!” She starts moaning, tears flowing down the mess of cum and spit on her face as you press your handphone to her clit and flip the silent mode switch constantly to make it vibrate. After being fucked all day, her clit is extremely sensitive and it probably doesn’t help that you’re not the first one using her to force her to cum. But the forced pleasure makes her clench so damn tight and you speed up fucking her, groaning as you pull her hair while holding your makeshift vibrator to her clit.
“No no no no no nononono please don’t plsdntttt urghhhhh nooo not in meeeee” Vanessa wails, as you slam deep into her for one last thrust and groan, unloading several days worth of saved up cum into her, gripping her hips tightly as you give a few more hard thrusts to fuck every last drop into her.
And then you pull out. She’s still on the edge from the forced pleasure, and pulling your cock out makes her give a visible look of longing mixed with shame but you don’t care. You walk around to the front and shove your cock back in her face, slick with your cum and her cunt juices.
“Suck it clean.”
Obedient, docile, Vanessa opens those beautiful soft lips and sucks you clean, her face twisted with disgust at the taste despite having been forced to do it all day.
“Good bitch. See? Low class cum is all you deserve.” You smirk. And to drive the point home, you pick up her panties from the floor, and mop up your cum leaking from her cunt then shove it back into her mouth to stifle her sobbing.
“Enjoy your time here, Vanessa. I sure do hope the others aren’t as nice to you as I was.”
Pausing to pick up her discarded lipstick from the sink, you add one tally line to the tally on her back, and walk out of the toilet, leaving Vanessa to sob to herself as the door slams shut.