anon and alina

Anon squinted as she typed sentences after sentence, conjuring half-coherent drivel as she spent another night alone, the only source of light in the dark room coming from her phone. Another night spent shitposting online, the only emotion ever felt was a weak chuckle at her own jokes as she pretended to be a burly man drinking at a bar with his wife Alina. It wasn’t so much as thought but the lack thereof that had her doing this. Another ellipsis and another asterisk, more words on her screen to be forgotten in hours, perhaps minutes. A CAPTCHA later and it was out there, the screen refreshing and her post put up. One reply, then two, three, climbing all the way to eight, each sweet bit of candy wrapped in parenthesis bringing anon the slightest bit of pleasure. It could almost be said that the night was even worth it!

Then her hands slipped and her phone fell. An inaudible cry escaped from her mouth as it bounced off her face and onto her pillow where it stayed for the short moment she chose to rub her nose. Her arms fell to her sides, outstretched, and she gazed up at the ceiling.

“It’d sure be nice if I could talk to her...” she whispered to herself. It was more of an empty prayer rather than anything.

“Why don’t you?” A voice suddenly appeared from Anon’s windowsill, causing her to jolt upwards. As she tried her best to make out the figure climbing into her room, she froze with terror. “Alina’s a genius but you shouldn’t talk about her that way. Posting all those things, who do you think you are?”

Anon stammered as she got out of bed, “H-how did you get in?” The manner of speech was all too familiar, clearly belonging to a girl who was long coveted. Yet, she couldn’t help but ask, “W-who are you?!” Reaching for her phone, she scrambled around, managing to raise it as a flashlight a moment later to reveal an open window and nothing else.

The answer was softly delivered right by her ear. “Are you blind? Or maybe you’re blind and deaf, seeing as how you can’t recognize Alina when she’s before you?” Anon squealed as Alina reached from behind, twisting her arms and pinning them to her back. A swift kick to the back of her knees has Anon bending over.

Instead of saying anything of actual value, all that came out of Anon’s mouth were stutters and choked gasps, her mind reeling from shock. Alina, leaning on top of her, pushed her face onto the floor and allowed the weight of her body to hold the other girl down. With her other hand, Alina cupped Anon’s chin, turning her face so she can study it better.

“This won’t do. This won’t do at all. How can Alina possibly sketch something like this?”

There was a sound of disgust in her voice, one that almost made Anon burst into tears. In her state of dumb distress, she almost didn’t notice her hands being bound with rope behind her. When she did notice, however, she began to squirm, trying to writhe free all too late. With a slight heft, she’s flipped around, only to have something step down between her legs, hitting something that really ought to be handled in a gentler fashion. Alina’s boot ground on her crotch, occasionally applying more force.

Anon, whimpering, pleads, “Please stop...!”

They go unheard as they were pitifully quiet. Anon looked up, staring at Alina’s face. It betrayed a motley of emotions, almost none of which pleasant. “Hm? Did you say something?”

This time, with a bit more courage, Anon musters out, “Please let me go!”

“Ugh! That voice!” She takes the phone off the floor, flashlight still on, and points it Anon who recoils at the brightness. Slowly, Alina lowers it, scanning Anon’s body. “Pale complexion, bags under the eyes, and this... this physique! Fat in all the wrong places.”

Tears begin to leak out of Anon’s eyes uncontrollably. She could just die right about now and she would be fine with it.

Sighing, Alina lifted her boot away, stopping when she spots something peculiar. A stain had formed where her foot once was, and though she was certain she didn’t step in any puddles before this, it was clear that she had just stepped on something akin to a roach. Worse than one, arguably. “No, wait. Alina can work with this!”

Reinvigorated, she bent down over the crying girl and immediately placed her hands on the ruined pants. Anon didn’t even understand what was about to happen before they were ripped off, exposing her darkened panties to Alina. “Nooo! Stop!” She wanted to bury her face in her hands but she couldn’t even have that small comfort. Instead, she tried to kick the air before even that too was removed.

With strength that Anon couldn’t ever hope to achieve, Alina lifted the girl and threw her halfway onto the bed, her upper half on the sheets while her legs draped onto the floor. Everything down there was exposed for Alina to see, and when the lights clicked on, Anon could only bury her face deeper down.

“Like clay, Alina will mold you! You will be perfect!”

Anon didn’t know what that meant, even when she felt something enter her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, a sense of pleasure mixing with the fear and despair. Alina’s fingers had entered with ease, the unintentional foreplay from before speeding up the process. They probed inside, turning, twisting, reaching for something that wasn’t there. Suddenly, her middle finger pressed down, pushing at a spot that made Anon clench. On her sheets Anon let out strained breaths, her toes curling as Alina attacked her relentlessly. She writhed and writhed, desperate for it to end in one way or another.

Anon muttered, “I can’t take it anymore.”

Alina only scowled upon hearing that awful voice. It certainly wasn’t kind to the ears, but she was curious as to what it would sound at the height of pleasure. She lowered her face as if planning on using her mouth but the thought of doing that to such a lowly thing was unthinkable. No one could possibly service a subhuman in such a manner. Instead, she slipped her hand out and rubbed it against Anon’s clit. The girl only squirmed harder as Alina played around with it, growing with intensity as her attempts at keeping quiet failed more and more often. Before long, Anon cried out, moaning with pleasure as she came. She threw her head back, making a mess of her bed. And when she had fully come off her high, she laid there, a mess.

There was rustling behind her but she couldn’t even focus on such a thing. What had happened had finished all so quickly, almost disappointingly so, and such a sentiment was shared by both girls. Anon, after barely managing to collect herself, turns back to see what Alina was doing, seeing as how she was eerily quiet this whole time and was met with her panties forcibly stuffed into her mouth. The duct tape ripped noisily before it was clamped down, keeping the soiled cotton in.

“Mmmph...?!”

A small smile broke on Alina’s face. “There. So much better.” Finally, Anon’s eyes drifted down to see the strap on Alina had put on, and in her hands were a phone held horizontally. “This would make for a good reference.”

Between the fact that she had only just came and that she was being filmed, Anon wasn’t sure what was worse. It was only when she tried to cry out that her muffled pleas told her that the forced silence was the cherry on top. “Mmmmph! MMMPH!”

Without care for Anon’s protests, Alina shoved it in with a single motion, tearing through Anon’s precious hymen. Anon threw her head to the side, pain filling her before washing away with the tide of pleasure. She knew something horrible was happening to her, but it was a mystery why a part of her was liking it so much. In a steady rhythm, Alina thrusted against her, hip slapping against Anon’s sorry excuse for an ass. Each pump has sent her closer to climax, each parting of her insides telling her to give in. It wasn’t long before she came again, her back arching while Alina continued to push against her.

Alina only shook her head. That was too quick. This girl was such a failure. She needed to be hammered and refined from the ground up, and the only way to do such a thing was with force. Without stopping, Aline kept at it, continuing to record while still moving her hips. Through Anon’s panties and duct tape, she wanted to cry out again. She needed to rest. Everything below is hurting, the sensitivity turning every movement into grating pain.

“That face...! It’s good! Yes, keep making it!” As Alina raised her phone, she pulled at Anon’s hair, forcibly turning her head so the camera can better see it. A slow smile began to form as her efforts are slowly realized.

Each time Alina slammed into Anon, the dildo reached into places where her fingers never could. The sensation was mind-numbing, and time was lost on her. It could’ve been five minutes just as it could’ve been an hour, but eventually, the tides of joy from being filled by Alina’s will has Anon blank and biting down on her makeshift gag. She tightened down even more than ever, and though the dildo itself could feel nothing, Alina could certainly tell there was more resistance.

Letting go of Anon’s hair, Alina flipped the phone around and leaned in, bringing it down in front of Anon’s face. It captured the two of them, skins sliding while slick with sweat, Alina’s body pressing down and pinning her against the bed.

Alina whispered, “That’s it, look at the camera!” as she slipped her free hand down to Anon’s clit, brushing against it. Her fingers slipped around and pushed it while the strap on furiously went at it, both her hand and hips picking up pace as Alina felt the other girl’s body react in kind. Anon, trying her best not to give in, held her breath, desperate to savor the moment. It didn’t last long, as her entire body clenches, spasming underneath Alina. A tide washed over her, sweeping her into the throes of ecstasy that seemed to last forever. Down below, something sprayed out, matching the longing thrusts that Anon makes to drive herself back into Alina again.

After what felt like an eternity, Anon finally stopped, collapsing onto the floor. She didn’t know what to make of the situation. Maybe there was no need to, instead opting to allow herself to swept away by the whims of the girl who had just reduced her to nothing but meat.

And Alina, staring down wondered out loud if she should keep this thing writhing on the floor. Though the footage she got was mostly unusable, she could try again another time. That was a good enough reason, she realized. Deciding that was the case, she made a call to a pair of twins, as she wasn’t about to drag that body back all herself. And below her feet, Anon only made another muffled moan. Her phone, lying on the ground, showed another person had replied to her shitpost, and satisfied, she closed her eyes.