[b][u][center]The Lightning Rod of Fuckery
Part 4
For Dreixes
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








“Well, they’ll be here soon…fuck.”

Rachel grumbled as she looked out her apartment window. She’d have to shut that soon if she didn’t want to be putting her business on display to anyone walking by, but for now, she was trying to pretend that wasn’t about to happen. 

It wasn’t going particularly [i]well.[/i] 

[i]Fucking Bennetts…[/i]

The cheetah rubbed her forehead. The note had led to a call, and the call had led to an agreement to ‘play’ with them tonight. It’d buy her another couple of weeks before they were going to want another session, at least; she was younger than Gaz by a decade-plus, and she was pretty sure that Lila was at least in her forties. The cougar was both metaphorical and literal with the way that she handled things, and they weren’t so keen to play all the time. But when they did…

Rachel pushed herself off the couch and walked over to the window. She pulled the curtains shut; the one time she’d forgotten that, she’d ended up with an audience that has sent Gaz running for the back of the couch. Lila, on the other hand, had embraced it, forcing her to turn around and face her ass toward the window while eating her out. She’d seemed to love the fact that people were watching. 

Then again, Lila had had her face in shadow. Rachel’s only saving grace had been that she had had her face so deep between the other woman’s thighs that nobody had seen it. 

That had been months ago, and she hadn’t had anyone give her shit about it. At the same time, she wasn’t going to give anyone a reason to, either. 

[i]Fucking creeps,[/i] she thought as she pulled the blinds closed. [i]You’d think that someone would have reported them or…[/i]

What the hell was she thinking? This was Dry Lake, and the down-and-out side of it, for that matter. Anyone that was living here didn’t have anywhere else to go, and the idea of reporting someone meant that you had to think about reprisals. Didn’t matter if it was illegal for the Bennetts to kick you out for reporting them abusing their power; if you didn’t have the money for a lawyer, you had to hope that there was someone willing to take your case for free, and fuck if that was going to happen if you lived out here. The Bennetts didn’t exactly have assets that the court could take away and award to someone else, so who was going to take a case like that?

Nope. Everyone had to go along with it and hope that they didn’t get the landlords’ attention too often. Not too little, either – or you didn’t get that break on rent that they offered for sex – but not too often, either. Didn’t do anyone any good to become their pet. 

Knock, knock. 

Rachel gritted her teeth, let out an annoyed huff, and collected herself as she walked to the door. At least this time the fucker knocked. 

She opened the door and Gaz stepped right in. The rat was wearing something lighter today, sweatpants and a t-shirt and sandals, but it didn’t make him look any better. Still looked like the greasy jerk that loved to lord his status over her. 

“Glad that you calmed down. I’ve been missing our time together,” Gaz said, shutting the door behind him. “Lila will be here in a little bit, but I thought we could get started while we’re waiting for her. I’m sure you don’t mind.”

In other words, he got her first so that he didn’t have to share with his wife. Rachel didn’t say a word as he walked toward the couch; instead, she stood there with her hand on the door as she resisted the urge to electrocute the [i]shit[/i] out of him. 

[i]If nothing else, it means I can get him out of the way first instead of dealing with them double-teaming me,[/i] she thought, looking at the rat. [i]Can’t get away with zapping Lila – she’d notice it too much – but all I gotta do is get him to cum and he’s going to be out of the running for the rest of the night.[/i]

“Well?” Gaz chuckled, gesturing in front of him. “You know what I like. Come here; get my cock out.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“You could be a little more enthusiastic about this, you know.”

“And you could not be a bastard. Let’s just get this fucking over with.”

She dropped to her knees, glaring at the bulge in his sweats. Mostly balls, as usual; he wasn’t small, but rodent males always had big balls. She had been nose-deep in them more often than she wanted to, and she could already smell the familiar musk that she knew would only get stronger. 

[i]Fucker didn’t even shower before coming down here. He wanted me to be smelling him the whole time. Ugh.[/i]

Peeling his pants down, she grunted as his cock flopped down on her face. Again, she knew that he’d done that on purpose; the damn thing had been pinned by his waistband and was meant to fall down. He did that all the fucking time. He even chuckled as it happened; nervously, yes, but he still did. She glared up at him and the sound cut off. 

[i]Least he knows enough not to push it,[/i] she thought, gripping his cock at the base. [i]Ugh…the things I do for rent…[/i]

She leaned in and pulled his tip into her mouth. Yep, just as wet as she’d thought it’d be; he must have been edging while waiting for her to come home, wanting to have plenty of his ‘sexy musk’ (he kept thinking it was hot, what the fuck was Lila telling him) for her to ‘enjoy.’ She forced herself to lick around the head, teasing just under the little ridge where the foreskin pulled back, and he huffed and gasped as she worked him over. 

Keeping his balls worked with one hand and using the other to keep his dick in one place while she bobbed her head up and down, she let her mind wander. No, not quite true; she forced her mind to wander, not wanting to think about what she was doing, or why, or anything of that sort. 

Mostly because she was afraid she’d end up enjoying it.

“Gulk…gluk…”

“Fuck…fuck, that feels so good. Come on, all – yeah, yeah, like that…goddamn…”

The rat was oozing down her throat with pre-cum. She could never get over how much he dripped while she was sucking him off, like he was some sort of broken faucet. Every pulse down his dick as she sucked him to the root splashed against the back of her mouth, filling her muzzle up and making her swallow again and again just to keep her mouth clear. 

[i]Could you – ugh – could you be less productive?[/i]

She tilted her head back, debating putting her powers to use. A little shock to the right spot would get him off real quick, but that would probably make him a bit suspicious. Didn’t want him to look too hard at her powers. Better to wait a little longer, make sure he was closer. 

So, she kept sucking him, bobbing her head up and down, dragging his cock tip against the roof of her mouth and making sure that he got to feel all the little ridges up there. He was moaning like a first-timer, his hands at his sides as he leaned back against the couch. His balls churned as she rolled them on the palms of her hands, and he kept huffing and puffing and – 

[i]No, you are not going to enjoy this, bitch,[/i] she thought as she felt her underwear press a little tighter to her crotch. [i]Fuck, I don’t want to like this…[/i]

Rachel closed her eyes as he started humping her face, not wanting to stare at his crotch and the cock pumping past her lips. She let him do it, coasting, letting her mind wander instead of being there. If she focused on what was happening to her, she’d think about how it felt like being a good hole waiting for use, like she often was down in the dungeon, and – 

Clench. 

[i]Fuck. I don’t want to fucking like this![/i]

He kept humping for – she didn’t know how long. Long enough that she was about ready to zap him when he finally pulled his cock out. Rachel coughed, gasping for breath as he loomed over her and pushed her head back. For a moment, she thought he was going to shoot his load over her face, but – 

“Over the couch,” he grunted. 

“What?”

“I want that ass. Lila doesn’t let me fuck hers, so I want yours.”

No choice. She groaned as she got up, shimmying out of her pants. No sooner had they hit the floor than Gaz grabbed her by the hips and – 

“NNGH!”

The only reason it wasn’t agonizing when he rammed in was because she had been sucking him as hard as she had. Even with her experience taking it downstairs, it wasn’t easy to take a cock up the ass without some lube. She growled, thankful that it wasn’t feeling as good anymore, and lowered her head to the couch as he humped away. 

In, out, in, out. Not so big as the last guy that reamed her, at least, even if his balls were slapping her pussy harder and faster than the other guy did. Not bad – 

[i]Shut up, shut up, shut up you stupid bitch-brain![/i]

She groaned as she ground her face against the back of the couch. It wasn’t always like this, but it came up from time to time. The cheetah didn’t like to just submit to her landlords and let them use her, but – 

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

But when they were fucking her like this, when she could just lay there and take it, it wasn’t [i]that[/i] different from the times she went down to the hole and just let someone fuck her ass. Just being a hole felt good, and this – this was too close to – 

[i]Fuck it. You’re done.[/i]

As the rat leaned over her, humping away, she channeled her electric powers down to her ass. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this; more than a few people had gotten her pissed off down in the dungeon, and she’d learned how to get back at them when they went over the line. A sharp charge right through her pucker had been as good as a taser for getting rid of most of them, and the ones that tried to keep going just needed a harder shock. Gaz, on the other hand – 

[i]Gentle, gentle, don’t kill him.[/i]

If she sent too hard a shock up his cock, she could legitimately stop his heart. Didn’t take much to do that with people, and – 

Thump, thump, thump. The constant thrusting wasn’t exactly making it easy to concentrate, either. The smacking of his balls off her pussy – the way that the fuzzy orbs tickled her clit, in particular – kept amping her up, reminding her of how that part actually felt kinda good and – 

Fuck, just focus. She growled under her breath as she clenched her hands into fists, focusing on the feeling of the electricity in there. Just a little less, then set it to a hum, one that buzzed right into his dick – 

“Nnngh!”

He stopped, holding himself balls deep. Rachel grinned; she had him.

The familiar splut-splut-splut feeling of someone cumming right up her ass filled her with the usual warmth, and she sighed as she felt him slumping down against her. Oh, there were parts of him that were particularly stiff – she could feel the crotch muscles twitching, plus his balls rising and falling more than usual – but he was going into that limp post-orgasm space already. Good, good, that meant that she hadn’t overdone it. 

Still, the cheetah rolled her hips back just enough to make it seem natural. The pulsing continued, drawing more and more seed out of his balls until he finally pulled out on his own. The soft ‘pop’ caught her off-guard – 

“Nnngh!”

And she had to shove her hand back between her legs to plug her ass to keep a waterfall of rat cum from anointing her carpet. She groaned, leaning against the couch with three fingers jammed up her stretched ass. Growling, she looked over her shoulder at the rat collapsing into the nearest chair. 

“Thanks a lot, ass.”

“Heh, you’re the one that’s behind with rent. You have another way to pay it off, I’m all ears.”

He was always happier and cockier after he’d gotten a load out. Shaking her head, she slowly pulled herself upright, adjusting her hand so that it went around her hips rather than back between her legs. God, he’d stuffed her full of cum; she could feel it swishing around inside of her, wanting to dribble out and down her legs. She had to take care of that or she would make a mess, anyway. 

“I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll let Lila in when she gets here, heh. Shake that ass as you walk off, why don’t you?”

“Fucker.”

She shook her head instead; she didn’t have the padding back there to really sway the way that some of the other girls in the apartment did. Then again, that probably kept her from having to deal with Gaz as often as they did, too. He had a thing for women with big asses and big tits, and she had neither; she was more solidly built than they were, and that meant that she didn’t get the same attention as the – 

Fuck, just walk. Just walk and get rid of the slime back there. 

Hustling back to her bathroom, she stepped in, locked the door, and sat down. The wet squelch as it all came out was nasty, but something of a tease in its own right as she got rid of his creampie. 

[i]Asshole. Fucking…asshole.[/i]

Easier to be angry with him than think about how she was wet from it. She still didn’t know why that got her off, sometimes. She didn’t want it to; he was a skeezy rat, and his wife wasn’t much better, and she didn’t want them to be good enough at fucking her to get her to cum from it. 

Yet…it happened. Not all the time, but when she didn’t distract herself enough, when they were keeping her attention on what they were doing, she often came from their attentions. She wished that she could have just laid there, dry as a bone, and said that it was torture to be under them. 

It was torture, no mistake there…but sometimes it was torture that brought an orgasm with it. Humiliatingly enough. 

She groaned as she hugged her stomach. The usual mini-cramps that came from someone filling her too deep were hitting her now, which meant that she’d be here for a bit. She wished she’d brought her phone from the living room now; she didn’t like being left alone with her thoughts if she could help it. 

[i]Gotta get out of this dump,[/i] she thought, glaring at the door. [i]Even if I pay them off, they’re still gonna find a way to get me to do shit like this. And I won’t have the money to move for at least six months, which’ll mean they’ll be taking every chance to sabotage me and keep me here…[/i]

She hugged herself tighter, shaking her head. It’d been the only way to survive for a while. Let them have some fun, let them use her body. Let them shove her down in the dungeon in a hole in the wall and be a party piece for a night. It got her a lot off the rent, and it meant that they weren’t bothering her when something went wrong. They were willing to pay to fix things as long as she stayed fuck-meat. 

Once that stopped…

Rachel groaned, pressing her hands to the sides of her head. The fucked-up part of it was that she got off on it. She didn’t even know fucking [i]why.[/i] If she was dating someone, she’d like to think that she wouldn’t want them treating her like this, so why the fuck did she get off on it when they were using her, shoving her around, using her like a sleeve like that?

[i]Am I just that fucked up? Trauma? Hell, some girls say that’s why they get off on shit, that they were traumatized into it and that this is their way of dealing with it, but –[/i]

She didn’t know, and she’d just start spiraling if she chased that line of thought for too long. And besides, she’d bet that Lila was about to arrive. 

Snapping off some toilet paper, she rubbed Gaz’s cum off her asshole and flushed. She didn’t even have anything to pull up as she left the toilet; she just walked out as bottomless as she’d walked in. 

Sure enough, the cougar was waiting on the couch when she got there. Lila had left her clothes at the door, the other woman lounging with one leg crossed over the other, idly rubbing her pussy on Rachel’s couch. The cheetah glared at her. 

“You better not be staining the cushions,” she muttered. 

“Darling, there’s more stains than clean spots, at this point,” the cougar said, slowly pulling her fingers free; they glistened as she held them out. “Can a lady get a little lick, hon?”

“…”

“That wasn’t a request, ya know.”

Rachel’s hands hurt from how tightly she clenched them into fists, but she still walked across the room as quick as she could. She shook as she leaned down, slowly swallowing around the two slick fingers. The familiar taste of pussy washed over her tongue, filling her mouth, hitting her with the heady flavor of another woman that was more than close to the edge; she’d gone over a few times already and wanted more. 

“There we go. That’s better; isn’t it nicer to be a good girl?” Lila asked. 

“Not really,” she muttered as she pulled her head back. 

“You really aren’t much of one for gratitude, are you?” the cougar asked. “I know you think we’re being unfair about it, but when you think about it, we’re being generous. Do you know how much money we’ve lost with letting you stay here, hon?”

“You could have just said no.”

“Really? Heh. You think it’s better we send you out into the streets, instead? Why would that be better for you? Or do you think you could sell yourself well enough to make money out there?”

Rachel didn’t have an answer. Frankly, she didn’t want to think about it. If she hadn’t had a place to stay while she studied and got her accreditation, she wasn’t sure that she could have gotten the job at the Old Steamer. Maybe she would have had to get a job as a super somewhere else, or revealed what she could do to the government. 

[i]Or maybe I would have been stupid and just stayed on the street, spreading my legs for other guys the way that I do in the hole downstairs…maybe that was just part of my destiny or something.[/i]

Destiny. Yeah, fuck destiny. 

“Sugar. I get it. You hate my guts,” Lila said, putting her hand back on her lap. “But let’s be honest, huh? If it wasn’t us, it’d be someone else. Until yesterday, you didn’t have the money for anywhere that’d use you better. Heck, most people would use you worse. Pimp you out all day, every day. And you wouldn’t get anything but the roof over your head. Least with me and Gaz, you got a life. And you get to enjoy it.”

“I don’t enjoy it.”

“Hon, don’t lie to me. I can see you from here. In fact, come here. Let Clawroline remind you of the facts of life.”

She [i]really[/i] wished that the cougar wouldn’t use that super-name. The other woman had been retired for so long that she doubted that anyone still knew the name in the first place, but the way that she used it, Lila still had some pride. Enough to make it worse if she said no, enough to make it clear that something was going to happen if she said yes. 

Mentally bracing herself, she walked a little closer, then around the couch – 

“GAH!”

Only for the older woman to prove that she still had speed to match her lust. The other woman grabbed her tight around the wrist and yanked her forward, and with that residual super-strength, she was yoinked right off her feet. She landed with a thump over the cougar’s lap, her ass up on the other woman’s legs, and – 

“Mmmph!”

And a hand under her tail, keeping it up, and another hand on the back of her neck keeping her pinned in place. She could feel the extra muscle power behind those digits; unlike with Gaz, she had no choice but to stay right where she was because the cat could rip her apart without even trying. 

[i]Fucking…[/i]

“See, hon, I don’t mind you being a bit of a brat. In fact, I kinda respect that. There’s something kinda sweet about seeing a girl refuse to just take it from life. I like seeing you fighting back, pushing against the world…but there’s always that point where the world pushes back, isn’t there?”

“Mmmph!”

“Hehehe, looks like my husband put a nice ol’ load in you,” Lila muttered, one of her fingers wiggling, squirming past the cheetah’s rim and rubbing against slightly sore inner walls. “All slimy in there still, even after you pushed it all out. He treat you alright?”

“Nnngh…”

“Gaz, you treated her alright?”

“She was pretty wet when I finished; I don’t know if she came, though. She was, uh, really good to me.”

“Now, ain’t that a thing to hear? Shame on you, Gaz, letting a lady finish second. Hon, did you finish?”

Rachel groaned as that finger worked in and out. Ass up, face down, helpless as could be, she couldn’t even get a word out. Didn’t help when Lila grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and yanked her head up, either. 

“Did ya finish, hon?”

“Nnngh…no…”

“Well, can’t have that, now, can we?” Lila chuckled, pushing her back down against the couch cushions. “Let me take care of that for you, hmm? Then we can get to you taking care of me. See, Clawroline knows what’s fair, doesn’t she?”

Squelch. A second finger joined the first one, spreading her rim and making her feel the heat of the insertion that much more. Her breath hissed past clenched teeth as she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter from the constant forced pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she squeezed them shut, trying not to think about how it felt good. 

The fact that she was ass-up and exposed to Gaz only made it worse. She couldn’t get free of the cougar’s lap, and she couldn’t wiggle off the fingers in her ass, either. They scissored back and forth, pressing against her inner walls in a way that was already getting her more riled up than she wanted to admit. Her pussy drooled over the other feline’s legs, soaking Lila’s thighs, and she was barely holding back from either humping forward or humping back. 

In, out, in, out, slowly working her open as the fingers scissored back and forth over and over again. Lila chuckled as she pulled them back, forcing the cheetah’s ass to spread wider, wider, wider – 

“Mmm, look at you, all needy and pink in there. Rebellious girls do love it back there, don’t they? Oh, you all say that you’re trying to keep from getting pregnant, but if that was all that mattered, you’d just use a condom. 

“Nah, you naughty girls love that feeling of a hot hole back there after a hard rut. I bet you’re begging for something bigger than my fingers right now, huh?” Lila chuckled, shaking her head. “Bratty little punks like you just make trouble to get noticed, but don’t worry. I know how to take care of you.”

[i]Fucking…nngh…s-stop…[/i]

She whimpered into the couch cushions, already feeling her orgasm sneaking up on her. She couldn’t even short-circuit this one; there was no way to get Lila off while flopped over her like this, and unlike with Gaz, she was making it too good. 

There was just enough cum left in her ass for her to take the fingering easily, and the cougar was making the pain feel good. The pressure on the back of her head keeping her pinned to the couch, the feeling of being exposed, the way that her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with each successive fingering thrust – 

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

“That’s it, dear. Brats are the same the world over. They keep running around and butting their heads against everything that they meet, but give ‘em a firm hand and a little pleasure, and they just –”

“MMMPH!”

“Break. There ya go, there ya go, let it all out…”

Rachel whimpered, her face burning as her pussy squirted all over the cougar’s lap. Her toes curled tight as she tried to kick herself away from the gentle embrace, not wanting to be there and yet not wanting the pleasure to stop. The two fingers pummeled her pucker for a few more seconds, thrusting faster until the squirting ended, and even then, they took a few breaths to slow down and then pull out. 

Her asshole burned hotter than ever after that. The little pat on her ass afterward was even more condescending. 

“There you go, hon. Feel better?”

“Nnngh…”

“Say ‘Thank you, Clawroline.’”

“Nnngh…mmmph…Thank you…Clawroline.”

“Theeeeere you go.”

Another pat across her ass, feeling as congratulatory and condescending as a pat on her head. She was starting to wonder if her cheeks would stop burning before the world ended at this point. 

“Now, how do you feel?”

“…Better,” she muttered into the cushion; it was only a half-lie.

“That’s what I thought. Now, come on. On the floor, now. You ain’t done yet; I haven’t had my fun…”

#

They didn’t leave for another hour. Despite her best efforts, Gaz found a second wind and spread her legs while she was under Lila’s ass. She spent a full ten minutes eating cougar rump while her own ass was spread around the rat’s cock a second time. When they left, her face was smeared with sweat, her hole was leaking again, and her pussy was shamefully soaked from the forced orgasms that Lila in particular put her through. 

“Make sure that you don’t keep us waiting too long, dear,” Lila said from the front door. “Don’t want to put up another notice here, now.”

“Mmmph.”

“That’s our girl, heh. Take care, hon.”

Click. The door slid shut. One of them – probably Lila – took the chance to lock the door behind her. At least that way nobody would be able to just walk in and take advantage of her. 

Rachel laid there for a while, her eyes on the ceiling as she tried to adjust to the feeling of her legs shaking, her pussy clenching on empty air, and the cooling flow running out from between her ass cheeks. There was going to be a puddle in the carpet, and that’d either cost her an extra ‘favor’ to the landlords or be a charge on the next month’s rent. That was if they didn’t start raising it on her again for the next one anyway, considering that she had a real job now, and a real paycheck. 

The cheetah took a deep breath, bringing her hands to her face and rubbing off as much of the ass and pussy and thigh sweat that had soaked her face as she could. Everything was a mess, and she wanted nothing more than a shower. 

[i]Ugh. It’s not even seven yet,[/i] she muttered, seeing the edge of sunlight still pouring through the bottom of the blinds. [i]This is just…bullshit.[/i]

Dragging herself up to a seated position – and immediately wishing she’d plugged herself as another gush of rat cum squirted free – Rachel pushed herself onto her side, then onto her feet. 

“Shower…then dinner…”

She hadn’t even eaten. Wasn’t much point of doing that before those two had their fun; didn’t need to run to the toilet with some of the cheap food that was all she had on the shelves. Was better to wait until they were done and then eat, even if it meant that she was a little shaky from the low blood sugar at that point. 

Rachel was halfway to the toilet when her phone started ringing in her discarded pants. She paused, looked over her shoulder at the dirty clothes, and sighed. 

[i]Ugh…If it’s work…[/i]

If it was Everard or Danica – fuck her – then she needed to make sure that she answered it. Employee rights or not, she didn’t want to look like she was shirking on the first day. Better to at least try and look like she was responsible. 

Still dripping down her thighs, she stumbled back to her pants and fumbled her phone free of her pockets. She managed to answer it on the last ring before it could go to voicemail. 

“Hello?” she muttered; honestly, she was impressed that she didn’t sound breathy and shaky. “This is Rachel Hood.”

“[i]Rachel. This is Danica; we need you down at the plant. Now.[/i]”

“What’s wrong?”

“[i]There is a problem with the intruder from earlier. Mr. Steiner would appreciate you coming in ASAP.[/i]”

“Can you tell me –”

“[i]No. Will you come?[/i]”

“I – let me shower up real quick and I’ll be right there.”

“[i]Be swift.[/i]”

Click. 

“…Well, that was fucking abrupt…”

Rachel stared at her phone for a few seconds before putting it back in her pants. She didn’t know what was going on down at the Old Steamer, but one thing was certain: she wasn’t going there smelling like this. She reeked like some bitch that had just been put through a ‘Save the Species’ breeding ritual or something.

She wiped away as much as she could from between her ass cheeks before stepping into the shower. The hot water was a blessing as divine as any she could think to name, and she scraped her claws and fingers through her fur with a vengeance. Any old cum she could find, she ground out. Every bit of sweat that belonged to someone else was washed away. Anything that was left behind to mark her as someone’s toy had to go, and she was very, very assiduous in getting rid of it. 

As she worked her fingers up her ass, scraping out the last of Gaz’s cum, she wondered if The Ooze was going so far as to watch her do [i]that[/i]. Clearly he couldn’t see what was happening in the Old Steamer – otherwise he wouldn’t need her there – but if he was aware of the rest of her life – 

The idea of that gecko staring at her ‘for the good of the country’ as she was fucked by her landlords made her hate him even more. Fucker was bad enough saying that the spying and the manipulation was justified for the sake of the country, but the idea that he’d just let her be used like that when he needed her for his little agenda…

Shaking her head, she got back to cleaning herself up. She had a lot to wash off and she knew that Danica wouldn’t be patient about this. For all the other woman’s push to have standards, she doubted that the lemur was good at following those herself. 

[i]At least, I hope she’s not. She’d be a hell of a lot easier to hate if she was just a fucking hypocrite…[/i]











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Rachel’s gotta pay the landlords back a bit further, but she’s never quite ready for how this affects her…

Tags: M/F, F/F, Fingering, Anal, Oral, Balls, Cheetah, Rat, Cougar, Prostitution, Dubcon, Enjoying Despite Self, Cum, Orgasm, Squirt, Domination, Age Difference, Landlord, Abusing Authority, Supers, Superhero, Series,