Kelly’s apartment smelled faintly of vanilla and freshly brewed coffee, the kind of cozy scent that made you want to sink into her plush couch and never leave. But today wasn’t about comfort. Today, Kelly had invited me over for coffee and gossip—something juicy, something dark. As soon as I walked in, she greeted me with that Cheshire cat grin of hers, the one that always meant trouble.
“Sharon, sit. You’re not going to believe this,” she said, gesturing to the couch. Her tone was low, conspiratorial, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of curiosity.
I sat, sipping the steaming coffee she handed me, and raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on? You’re acting like you’ve got the scoop of the century.”
Kelly leaned in closer, her voice dropping. “Shion. You know, the skinny Japanese woman from 4B? The one who’s been drowning in booze since her husband died?”
I nodded slowly. Shion was hard to miss—always wandering the halls looking lost, her fragile frame barely holding itself together. “What about her?”
Kelly’s grin widened. “Frank’s friends have been…visiting her. A lot. And not just for drinks. They’ve been getting her DřuňK, Sharon. DřuňK enough that she can’t fight back. And then they’ve been…well, you’ll see.”
My stomach twisted. “What are you talking about?”
Without another word, Kelly pulled out her phone and started scrolling. “Hold onto your coffee, because this is…something else.” She handed me the phone, and I froze at the first image.
It was Shion, barely conscious, sprawled on her own bed. Her legs were spread, and her peehole…it was inhumanly wide, gaping like some grotesque parody of anatomy. My breath caught in my throat. “What…what the hell is this?”
Kelly didn’t answer, just swiped to the next photo. And the next. Each one was worse than the last. Shion’s body, frail and broken, was violated in ways that made my chest tighten. Her peehole stretched obscenely, her pussy blown out to a terrifying width. In some photos, she was dressed, in others completely nude, her face slack and lifeless.
“Kelly, this is…this is sick,” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away.
“Wait, there’s more,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. She tapped on a video, and the sound of ragged breathing filled the room. It was Shion again, but this time, she was being r@pẽd—her peehole ravaged by a thick, monstrous cock. The man, Andrew, one of Frank’s friends, grunted as he buried himself inside her, his thrusts brutal and unrelenting. Shion’s body jerked with each movement, her ruined hole gaping wider with every thrust.
I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. “Oh my God. How…how could anyone…?”
Kelly smirked, leaning back on the couch. “Andrew sent that video to Saeed, his buddy. They’ve been…sharing her. Like a fucking toy. And you know what? Shion’s too DřuňK to even remember most of it.”
My stomach churned, but I couldn’t look away. The video played on, Andrew’s cock pistoning in and out of Shion’s peehole, her body limp and unresponsive. The sheer size of him—both in length and girth—was almost mesmerizing, even as it horrified me.
“Why…why are you showing me this?” I finally managed to ask, my voice trembling.
Kelly shrugged, her expression nonchalant. “Because it’s fucking fascinating, that’s why. I mean, look at her. Her peehole’s ruined, her pussy’s blown out, and she’s just…there. Taking it. You’ve never seen anything like it, have you?”
I shook my head, unable to form words. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the horror of what I was seeing with the strange, almost morbid curiosity that kept me glued to the screen. Andrew’s cock, thick and veined, plunged into Shion’s peehole with a wet, squelching sound. Her body trembled, her bladder unable to contain the pressure as urine spilled out around his thrusting shaft.
“Kelly, this…this is r@pẽ,” I finally said, my voice cracking.
She rolled her eyes. “Well, duh. But look at her. She’s not exactly fighting back, is she? She’s so wasted, she doesn’t even know what’s happening.”
My hands clenched around the phone, the images burning into my retinas. “And you’re okay with this? Just sitting here, watching…this?”
Kelly laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like she’s going to do anything about it. What’s she going to say? ‘Oh, by the way, my peehole’s been ruined by my late husband’s friends’? Please. She’s too embarrassed to even admit it.”
I stared at her, my heart pounding. “But…what if she has to go on dates? What if someone sees…that?”
Kelly snorted, gesturing dismissively. “Oh, please. You think she’s going on dates? With that fucking circus tent between her legs? No way. And even if she did, do you think she’d tell them about this? She’d probably make up some bullshit story about it. Lie through her teeth.”
She leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Besides, even if she did tell them, you think they’d believe her? Who would even think to do something like this? It’s fucking insane.”
I swallowed hard, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Horror, disgust, and yet…a strange, perverse fascination. The video played on, Andrew’s cock thrusting into Shion’s peehole with a wet, slapping rhythm. Her body jerked with each movement, her face slack and expressionless.
“Kelly, this is…this is too much,” I whispered, handing the phone back to her.
She took it, her grin never faltering. “Too much? Or just enough?”
I didn’t answer. My mind was racing, trying to process what I’d just seen. Shion’s ruined body, Andrew’s monstrous cock, the sheer brutality of it all…it was like nothing I’d ever imagined.
Kelly leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, Sharon…if you ever want to see more, just let me know. Andrew’s always looking for…new audiences.”
My stomach twisted, but I couldn’t bring myself to say no. The images burned in my mind, seared into my memory. And as much as I hated to admit it…I couldn’t look away.
