Challenge 44: THREESOME

[IsabellaRose]

THE CHALLENGE

• For this challenge, write about a threesome. The setting, situation, parties involved, etc. are all up to you.

Deadline

• Midnight (EST) , 20 September 2025

Limits

• 1 entry per person
• no strict word limit, but please try to keep it around 2,000 words- remember, everyone has to read these to vote

Prizes

• 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits
• 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits
• 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

Edited 5 hours ago by IsabellaRose

[MagnificentBastard]

Twisted Anniversary 

In the dimly lit, intimate restaurant, nestled within the luxurious hotel, Lily and Rose celebrated their first anniversary. The soft glow of candlelight danced across their faces as they shared a tender kiss on the edge of the dance floor, lost in the joy of their connection. Rose, in a figure-hugging crimson dress that showcased her hourglass figure, and Lily, in a daringly low-cut black gown that accentuated her ample cleavage, were a vision of sensual elegance. The air was thick with romance, the murmur of conversation, and the subtle rhythm of the music. Then, he appeared. Marcus, a silver-haired fox with eyes that held a predatory gleam, his gaze lingering on the curve of Rose's ass, the swell of Lily's tits. A wave of anger surged through Rose, a primal urge to tell this entitled, sexist asshole to fuck off, to remind him that they were not objects to be ogled. But as her eyes met his, something shifted within her, a strange, almost hypnotic pull that momentarily silenced her righteous indignation. Instead, ruled by the intensity of his gaze, she found herself flirting, with the man that was sexualizing her so openly. "Enjoying the view?" she purred, her voice a husky invitation as she subtly bent over, presenting her ass to his appreciative gaze. Marcus's lips curved into a knowing smile.

'What the hell is she doing?' Lily thought, a knot of confusion tightening in her stomach as she watched her lesbian girlfriend openly flirting with an older man. Then she met Marcus's gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passing between them, a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes, and she interjected, "Why don't you skip the appetizers and join us back at our room? We will give you a much better view." As she spoke, she moved closer to Marcus, deliberately brushing her body against his, her breasts pressing against his arm, her hips swaying suggestively. Rose's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and revulsion fluttering in her chest. 'Did she really just invite him back to our room? On our fucking anniversary?'

As they led Marcus towards the elevators, his hands, emboldened by their blatant invitations, settled possessively on their asses, his fingers groping and kneading the soft flesh beneath their dresses, sending shivers of both pleasure and unease down their spines. Lily, a flicker of fear momentarily clouding her eyes, nervously blurted out, "We should probably tell you...we're lesbians," the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart but as her gaze locked with Marcus's, the words seemed to lose their meaning, replaced by a desperate need for his approval, a primal urge to please him. "But that just means we're expert cock-teasing sluts," her voice trembled with a mixture of apprehension and excitement, her body betraying her with a subtle sway towards him. 

Rose, horrified by Lily's sudden capitulation and her own inexplicable attraction to this man, could only stare in disbelief. 'What the hell is happening to us?' she thought, a wave of nausea washing over her as she watched her girlfriend practically offering herself to a stranger. But then, she met Marcus's gaze, and the revulsion seemed to melt away, replaced by a strange, almost hypnotic allure, a desperate need to compete for his attention. His fingers were now tracing the outline of her thighs, sending jolts of electricity through her veins. "Actually," she interjected, her voice barely a whisper, "Lily's the only cock-tease, since she's a virgin and hasn't had a cock in any of her holes...yet," her words laced with a mixture of envy and a desperate hope for his approval, advertising her girlfriend's purity like a prized possession, a sacrifice to appease the silver-haired god before them. His hand now slid up her back, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin just above her thong, and she found herself leaning into his touch, betraying everything she believed in.

The threesome made it to the hotel suit, the carefully constructed facade of their relationship shattered completely. It was no longer about love, but about raw, animalistic lust, a desperate need for Marcus's approval. They tore at each other's clothes with a frenzied desperation, ripping seams, tearing fabric, driven by a primal urge to expose themselves, to offer themselves as to abusive dominant man who had invaded their lives. Lily, her eyes glazed with a mixture of fear and excitement, fumbled with the zipper of Rose's dress, revealing her creamy back, her ass practically begging to be spanked. Rose, in turn, ripped at the buttons of Lily's blouse, exposing her tits, their nipples already hard and begging to be sucked.

They fell to their knees, facing each other, their bodies pressed close, their mouths meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss. It was nothing like the tender embraces they had shared before, but a performance for Marcus's benefit, a desperate attempt to prove their worth as nothing more than holes to be filled. They fell into a 69 position, their tongues exploring each other with a newfound intensity, their bodies writhing in a desperate attempt to please him. As they cock-teased each other, their fingers delving deep into each other's wet pussies, they began to degrade each other, using the intimate knowledge they had gained over the past year as weapons, betraying their relationship and their dignity. "Remember that time you cried because you couldn't come?" Rose whispered, her voice laced with venom as she flicked her tongue against Lily's clit. "Guess you just needed a real man to show you how it's done." Lily, tears welling in her eyes, retaliated with a cruel jab of her own her fingers digging into Rose's wet cunt. "Maybe now 'Ill finally learn what real pleasure feels like, instead of your prudish touch!." Each word was a betrayal, a violation, their bodies and their souls offered as sacrifices on the altar of Marcus's lust.

Marcus watched with a detached amusement as Rose, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and exhilaration, looked into his eyes, a desperate plea for violation shone within them, her hands suddenly spreading her ass cheeks, displaying her virgin hole to him like a prized possession before shouting "Rape her," her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Take her, break her, make her yours." Lily, surprised and humiliated turned her head to meet Marcus's gaze, her eyes suddenly pleading for his approval, for his validation. "We've just been waiting for a real man to claim us, to own us, to show us what we've been missing." Her words were a complete betrayal of everything she had ever stood for, a desperate attempt to rewrite her past, to erase her identity in the hopes of becoming worthy of his desire.

A predatory glint sparked in Marcus's eyes as he approached Lily, his presence radiating power and dominance. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're right," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You're mine now." Without another word, he roughly shoved his fingers into her wetness, stretching her, preparing her for the violation to come. Lily cried out, a mixture of pain and anticipation, her body arching towards him in a desperate plea. He didn't bother with foreplay, with tenderness, with anything that resembled human connection. He was there to claim her, to break her, to mark her as his own. With a brutal thrust, he plunged into her virgin depths, tearing through the delicate membrane, claiming her virginity with a violent disregard for her pain. Lily screamed, a piercing cry that echoed through the suite, a sound that was both a protest and a surrender. "Yes!" she shrieked, her voice laced with a perverse pleasure. "Fuck me, harder! I'm yours!"

Rose, watching from the sidelines, felt a pang of guilt, a flicker of remorse for what they had done, for what they had become. But the guilt was quickly overshadowed by a surge of envy, a burning desire to experience the same brutal pleasure, to feel Marcus's power coursing through her veins. She also felt a surge of lust as she watched Lily being taken, her body writhing and contorting in a way she had never seen before. The allure of Marcus's power, the intoxicating thrill of transgression, quickly drowned out any lingering doubts. They were his now, body and soul, and there was no turning back. "Oh, God, Rose," Lily moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "He's fucking me so hard, Rose! I love being owned like this! This is what I was meant for!" The words were a cruel twist of the knife, a final act of betrayal that sealed their fate, shattering the illusion of their love and leaving them both utterly broken and completely at his mercy.

The rest of the night spiraled into a sickening haze of degradation and desperate submission. Rose, consumed by a frantic need to prove her worth and outdo Lily's devotion, brazenly offered him her virgin ass, spreading her cheeks wide, her eyes pleading for his brutal attention. He obliged without hesitation, his cock a blunt instrument tearing through her unyielding flesh, the searing pain a shocking counterpoint to the perverse pleasure that bloomed within her. She bit back screams, her body arching and contorting as he pounded into her, each thrust a violation, a further erosion of her former self, yet she welcomed it, craving the oblivion it offered, the complete annihilation of her will. Lily, not to be outdone, sucked his balls, her body slick with sweat and tears, her moans a desperate symphony of pleasure and pain.

Afterward, they both knelt before him, their bodies trembling with exhaustion, their faces streaked with mascara and shame. Driven by a strange sense of duty, a perverse desire to please their new master, they dutifully licked his semen from their ravaged holes, their tongues tracing the contours of their violated flesh. It was a final, humiliating act of devotion, a testament to their complete and utter surrender, their transformation into nothing more than his playthings. The taste of his seed, thick and salty, lingered on their tongues, a constant reminder of their transgression, their descent into the depths of depravity.

They woke the next morning to an empty suite, the opulent surroundings now feeling like a gilded cage. The scent of him lingered in the air like a phantom caress, a constant reminder of what they had done, of what they had become. He was gone, vanished without a trace, leaving their lives shattered into a million pieces. Their bodies ached with a dull, throbbing pain, a physical manifestation of the violation they had endured. But it was the emptiness within, the hollowness in their souls, that was truly devastating. Their holes and souls craved his touch, his dominance, his brutal possession, forever marked by the experience, forever bound to his memory. They knew, with a chilling certainty, that they could never truly be together again, not in the way they once were. Their love, their connection, had been irrevocably tainted, twisted into something dark and perverse. They could only exist together now as broken things, as fucktoys, their only connection the shared memory of his abuse, the knowledge that they could only find solace, only find a twisted sense of intimacy, under the watchful eye of a man, a master, who would degrade and control them, forever. The anniversary was over, and the future stretched before them, a bleak and desolate landscape of broken dreams and shattered identities, forever defined by the night they surrendered to their darkest desires.

Edited 3 minutes ago by MagnificentBastard