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Sexual trauma, including rape. Discussions about depression, anxiety and processing trauma. Learning to trust after that trust was broken. How to listen when the the other feels wronged. Learning to forgive others. Learning that just because your partner hurts you that doesn't give you the right to hurt them back. To forgive yourself. NSFW (obviously.) Consider thyself warned. It is my sincere hope that any and all discussion be civil and free of any ad hominem attacks. Since the internet can't reflect tone, we, "by default" attribute negative emotions to text which is unfortunate. I would prefer we do the opposite; be more positive until a new word
proves otherwise.

Now then, survey. Did I take weeks to build this entire Google Doc or did I do it within a few hours, high as a kite? What do you think, is this carefully constructed over the last several months or conjured up within the last hour? You decide.

This is also a work in progress. Things will be added, deleted and changed.

And without any further ado. DING!!!!

"THERE THEY ARE!" a familiar voice rings out. You two are in an abandoned office that left the desk. You tried to push her on the desk but she pushed you up against the wall before you could do so. Which is in itself even hotter.

Queen Bitch Taylor Barlow, doing the mean girl red lipstick snarl, (hot!) along with her dumb blonde best friend Bethany Callahan approach. When we watched Cobra Kai together, I pointed out Peyton List, aka Tory Nichols saying how she resembled Taylor and you admitted you saw the resemblance. Both had that same tone of skin and high cheekbones, both had that arrogant sneer that made it clear that she didn't just "think" she was better than you, she knew it. Taylor was a little thicker, both in terms of muscle and fat but still stunningly gorgeous, whether she was nice, naughty or nasty. She both loved and hated that we've all done each other. She also told both of us after a three-way pie fight in the nude, "You both know I still hate you, right?" She looked at you, then at me. Which, considering the fact she has to look down at me because I'm giving her the best cunnilingus she's ever experienced, ("But sweetheart, you were a close second, hand to God!") "I hate you both! This changes nothing! Nothing, I say, noth-mmmppfff!"

You snuck up behind her and smashed one more pie in her face. "Do you ever shut up?" you asked, clearly annoyed. But back to the Peyton List comparison, you saw the resemblance.

But back to the present. Taylor and Bethany. Both have something in both hands behind their backs. They walk up to you and Antoinette as you're embracing and kissing each other. "Hey, you two! Take this!" Taylor yells out, then smashes a pie in both your faces when you turn. Bethany dumps a bucket of custard on your heads "HA! Serves you right for last weekend! That shit was DIS-GUSTING!"

Antoinette gives "that look" and you smile, confident. That smile says, "It's okay. I've got this." She turns to Taylor. "What part was so humiliating, Taylor? Was it how I outplayed you in strip poker? "She pauses for a moment. "The fact that every single thing in there was YOUR IDEA!"

It was indeed Taylor who demanded the loser be further humiliated with a gunging of the most putrid slime imaginable. It started off as a green slime but soon she wagered with more messy forfeits in beans, tuna. So much tuna and sardines. She requested condiments. Ketchup. Mustard. Ranch. Tartar sauce. And she insisted putting it in the walk in refrigerator. And it was close - she won every round to the point where Antoinette was down to her panties but soon Taylor lost round after round after round. Her bra was the second-to-last item to come off and PIE IN THE FACE!!! Antoinette burst out in laughter as her gorgeous vindictive foe glared at me. "Hey" I said, smirking. "You didn't think that just because you give some good head I wouldn't pie you, did you?" I picked up another pie. "Oh you did?" I grabbed the back of her head. "That's adorable." She did, of course, say, "Is that what you think?" "Uh huh." "Could I have a kiss?" and closed her eyes. Somehow I didn't see this coming. She grabbed the pie. "GUESS AGAIN!" grabbed my own pie and smashed it in my face. I was instantly heard and you were the first to notice the banana-shaped bulge in my sweatpants, followed by Antoinette. Taylor dropped the pie tin and sat back down. She upped the ante. Both of you were in your panties. This was it. Antoinette kept her stockings on but they didn't count, because I wanted to pie and mess her while she was in her stockings and she was looking forward to at least a pie in the face after she removed her bra, and I did not disappoint. As soon as her bra hit the floor, PIE IN THE FACE! I kiss her. Then French kiss her. I secretly hope you're jealous. I secretly hope you burn with jealousy, the kind of jealousy that evaporated when Antoinette would go down on you. It always seemed to be within sixty seconds or less, however you reacted whether that was jealousy or some other emotion. And that girl definitely knew what she was doing down there. And she was a good listener, very empathetic. You could tell her anything, whether it was funny, dramatic, sad or any emotion in between. Eventually she opened up to you about her own trauma. Having two narcissistic boyfriends back-to-back kind of sucked. As did the assault that "went all the way" as she put it. She apologized, saying she couldn't say it. She shed a tear. You said that was okay and hugged her. She hugged you back. Any insecurities you had before would be shattered now. Antoinette was the real deal. She had empathy, including sexual empathy. Getting you off got her off. And you both know that me getting you off gets me off. And I love eating your pussies, which suits you both just fine because I am a maestro of that lady instrument. Of course the recipient would get a pie in the face, it's only fair, after all. But of course you both loved to compete and out humiliate each other, all in good fun of course. You both never humiliate each other to be cruel, only kind.

You got on your knees, pulled my sweatpants down and put my manhood in your mouth. You smiled. "You're not wearing any boxers." And you both knew I already showered only minutes before. I do like it when you suck me off when I'm a little musky, giving it a bit more of a "man taste." Antoinette smirked confidently as Taylor kept upping the ante. First it was the slime. Then after Antoinette accepted she rose the tuna, then sardines, then mayo, then eggs, etc. etc. etc. And fair play, she had a pair of kings. Antoinette kept going, raising her with more humiliating foods. Some savoury, some sweet.

Then Taylor stood up. "In the refrigerator!"

Antoinette worried a moment. "Um, Taylor. Maybe not refrigerated."

Taylor sneered again. "What's the matter, princess? Afraid of getting a little dirty?" Mmm, that sass. Hot. "Is your boyfriend not gonna save you this time?"

Antoinette stood up and got in her face. "Actually, I was concerned about you, but you know what? Let's do it bitch! I call! PAIR OF ACES!"

Taylor's face dropped. She revealed her pair of kings. And with the two aces in the river, she had two pairs, ANTOINETTE HAD FOUR OF A KIND! All of us cheered and laughed at Taylor. "And hey, you lost. Come on. Take them panties off, bitch!" She grabbed a shot of whiskey and took it. "Take them pant- whooo I'm a cheap date, haha!" Taylor reluctantly pulled her panties down and I smashed one more pie in her face. You both pointed and laughed at her. Of course, the face that I wrote in Sharpie, "LAUGH AT ME!" probably didn't hurt. Nor Taylor's petulant stomping and squealing. Nor the additional stomping and squealing when you smashed a pie in her kitty that was also in the refrigerator. You did enjoy going down on Taylor right then, smearing the pie all over your face. Taylor hates that she loves that you know what you're doing, and Antoinette French kissed her, clutching her breasts. They locked tongues. And oh god. Oh Antoinette is playing an expert match of tonsil tennis. Time slowed down. I had the two largest pies yet. Antoinette smiled, closed her eyes and said, "LET ME HAVE IT!" and I smashed a pie in her face. Taylor of course smirked watching her foe take the bragging rights avalanche, but she probably didn't expect to take the other pie in the face. Thankfully her only reaction is to close her eyes, deeply inhale in her nose and mouth and feel shame. So much shame. She was SHAKING, it was beautiful. Antoinette picked up all the clothes, put them in a bag and tossed it off the roof. "Okay, we all walk home like this. And she made Taylor walk home that night like that. Oh that walk of shame. You loved it. You shook your tits for me and I was hard again. Antoinette was loud in calling attention to you all. She belly danced as you all walked, people cheering. Taylor's enemies, and she has so. Many. Enemies, most of them women of all colors, body types and sexual orientations, she's done pissed them all off and they love seeing Taylor get humiliated. Taylor walked into her house and took one more pie in the face, recorded by you. Antoinette laughed. Then we all laughed because Jo dumped a bucket of green slime on Taylor's head, leaving the bucket like a helmet. Antoinette put her arm around Taylor's shoulder, not caring how messy she got because she knew right then -PIE IN THE FACE! She smiled and laughed. "And that's just a preview of tomorrow, folks. Come on over to Sandy Park tomorrow by the hoses, because Taylor Barlow, Miss Queen Bee, Prima Donna, is going down, hahahahaha!" Of course, she's much too vain to not shower despite knowing it's a waste of time. Twenty-hours later, Taylor was on her knees in your backyard. You dipped your finger in. "Mmm that is FREEZING, she's not getting out of this, right? She's not getting out of this, please tell me this bitch gets this." "Oh yes, Antoinette replied. "Dat bitch is going down." I recorded it while you and Antoinette brought the bucket over. She was naked, eyes closed, on her knees. The reason why she's so confident is apparent - Taylor's hands are handcuffed behind her back and she's on her knees. "Hit Taylor!" Antoinette taunted. "For what it's worth, I would've totally pushed this all the way if it were the other way around. My my, you missed it by that much!" Antoinette pretended to give Taylor a ten count but went "One! TEN!" (you all rehearsed it) and already both of you were pouring the bucket. It hit her as she said "ten." "OH MY GOD THAT IS FREEZING!" Taylor screamed. The gunk instantly covered her, and yeah. It stank. Oh god that smell. The beans. The gallons - yes, GALLONS of mayonnaise. The peas. More beans. Eggs. The tuna. The TURNED tuna. The TURNED sardines, that - you guessed it! - TAYLOR had deliberately purchased weeks in advance and let it spoil on purpose. It dripped all over her body in lumps and chunks. Antoinette of course was DYING with laughter, clutching her still naked breasts and shaking them tauntingly in front of Taylor. She then grabbed the pie you made for her. "Thank you sweetiiiiieeeee" and thrust it in Taylor's face. "Oooohhh yeeeeeaaahhhh OOOOHHHH .....HAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOD, it went up my nose, it went up my nose, HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" She had me to thank for that pie, but it was her who slipped her hand inside my boxers and grabbed my very erect penis and locked eyes with me, so it's understandable that I wasn't aware of the pie sandwich you were setting me up for, waiting for Antoinette to notice. Of course she gave you the green light with a knowing wink and you pressed those pies into my face, both of you laughing at me. Antoinette joking about how her lunch reminded me of my penis. "You know. the SMALL FRY, HAHAHAHA!" Of course, considering that you both love how long and girthy it is, it was hilarious that you both loved humiliating my dick and how that gets me off. And gets Antoinette off, and you as well. "Good call on the refrigerator Taylor. Refrigerator Taylor, that's your new nickname, HAHAHAHA!!!

You both look at her. She's wearing a mini skirt, panty hose, high heels and a navy blue blouse, her friend is in blue jeans and a green shirt that exposes her belly button. Bethany's strawberry blonde hair comes down to her shoulders. The vacant look in her eyes reminds you of the ditzy cheerleader in "Daria." Antoinette once commented that Bethany is about as white as Italian bread and even less personality and intellect than the aforementioned food.

You're in an emerald green tank top with short shorts. More than once Antoinette has checked you out.

Antoinette, meanwhile, is wearing a red dress that hugs her beautiful body oh so nicely. And, as of a moment ago, a large pie, of course. Her hoop earrings claim some of the cream, as does her small but elegant gold necklace.

She probably didn't expect you two to then make out even more aggressively, but after being covered in cream Antoinette pushes you against the wall and you two are fondling one another even more aggressively.

Antoinette strips you to your underwear in seemingly less than a second. You love how she's only getting more turned on by the humiliation. You unfasten and remove your bra. She cups your breasts in her hands and slightly bites down on your earlobe. The blood in your head rapidly flushes out and seemingly all teleports into your clit.

You reach over and kiss her neck, giving her a hickie even, and she moans.

A moment later Bethany pulls the back of your lacey panties out and pours a bucket of icey cold, raw eggs. Then Taylor gives you a wedgie. She even lifts you up for a moment. When she finally lets go, your waistband is now your headband. Antoinette laughs and is clearly loving this (in every sense.)

She then drops to her knees and rakes her lovely long nails on your soft flesh inside your thighs, smiling through the cream and custard as you get more turned on by her. You love how she's willing to get messy with you, laughing giddily the worse she gets, not that she's unwilling to make you the receiver. Her favorite gag is pushing the pie holder's own pie into their face, and after all these years she's STILL not sure whether she likes giving or receiving that gag more (then again, she jokes that giving a bisexual a choice is a mistake!) You love how she overthinks everything.

Taylor pushes a real blueberry pie - with lots and lots of fruit filling and cream on top! - into your face. As your open mouth remains so, blueberries plop inside as more drip down your beautiful body.

Antoinette gets a bucket of chocolate cake batter on her head. Bethany and Taylor pull Antoinette's clothes off, not stopping until she's naked. (You love her teeny, tiny black thong panties she had on a moment ago.) Then they pick up pies as large as a basketball and Antoinette's face is sandwiched between them.

But Antoinette only laughs at the humiliation.

Taylor gives an annoyed, exasperated sound of frustration and stomps her foot. "We're not done yet!" she yells defiantly.

Antoinette smirks. "Mmmmm, I'm gonna hold you to that, Taylor, hahahahaha!" She turns to Bethany. "So your parents let you out without adult supervision?" Which, considering Bethany is 28, is probably a teensy bit on the insulting side.

Bethany blinks in confusion. Then blinks in confusion again. Smiles in confusion, then blinks again.

Okay. Gonna walk that back a little bit. She WOULD know you're insulting her if she wasn't SUCH A FREAKING DIMWIT! She had four cars from her sixteenth to seventeenth birthdays, she totalled the first two, both of which were brand new Porshche's BECAUSE OF COURSE THEY ARE then after totalling the second one daddy decided that maybe spending $400 on a junker would teach his entitled daughter a lesson in hummility.

Antoinette has said in the past that Bethany is the most unimaginative, listless and simply BORING partner she ever took to bed. She even had me come in for a three way and that still didn't spice things up (unlike that bucket of ice water she threw at my white tee, smiling mischievously as the shirt clung to my rugged body. You could wash your shirt on my abs, a fact both you and Antoinette definitely appreciated both then and now.) "Sure Taylor may be infinitely petty, backstabbing, vindictive, narcissistic, angry at everyone and everything, shallow, did I mention petty? So she's all these things. But when it comes to giving cunnilingus, Taylor ......... Mmm. In summary" she adds, taking a long puff of her vape pen. The silence hung in the air that day for a moment. "For all of her faults, she knows what she's doing down there." You blushed, for you knew that already.

Going back to the present, Antoinette pulls your panties down and your clit up. "Look me in the eyes" she orders. You instantly obey and she is on your clit like flies on pig shit on a hot summer's day.

Lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick

All while maintaining constant, unbroken eye contact.

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