The Brand by M.N Providence

wide apart as he gently inserted
his penis into her tight hole. Tears stung Joelyn’s eyes as the big
tube tore her apart. She gritted her teeth as the pain seared
through her.
    ‘Oh God! Fuck you!’ she exploded.
    And then all of a sudden he was wedged inside
her rectum and she felt like ejecting him out of her body. He began
to thrust back and forth. It was so painful, yet so delicious she
did not want him to stop….so punitive…so torturous…so exquisitely
tender…she collapsed onto the bed, and he crashed onto her back,
still inside her. He rolled her with him and they lay on their
sides as he continued digging for glory inside her buttocks. He
opened up her thighs and rubbed her vagina with his hand. He slid a
finger inside the warm organ, wetting it with her fluids, and then
dipped the finger into the plastic with cocaine. He fed his finger
into her mouth and she sucked on it hungrily, anything to divert
her mind from the exquisite pain at her buttocks…
    Afterwards, she sat up on the bed with her
back against the head-rest, sharing a cannabis cigarette with him.
He kissed her lips and stroked her vagina with one hand. ‘I can’t
get enough of you,’ he said, brushing his lips against hers.
    She grabbed his flaccid penis and curled her
fingers around it. It awakened, and in an instant it was as hard as
a rock. ‘You’re a maniac,’ she said with half-closed, drunken
eyes.
    He just smiled, laid her on her back and
dipped himself into her, not telling her that he had ingested
performance-enhancement drugs.
     
     

Chapter 14
     
    If an ordinary woman sleeps around with
various men in order to get her way in the world, she is called a
self-serving whore, but if it’s a celebrated individual, she rises
to cult status as a sex symbol of note. How many times in the near
future will we have to endure tales of Joelyn Smith’s love life,
and why should the American public be so interested in Joelyn Smith
anyway? Barely four months ago she was a nobody, at least in as far
as celebrity stakes go, then she slept with Hollywood film director
Chris Woodyard and subsequently got a job in his blockbuster summer
release, starring opposite a man she also had a sexual relationship
with, Byron Taylor. And the world was introduced to Joelyn Smith.
That fling lasted all of two months.
    Now Ms. Smith, 27, has decided to develop a
career in music, and she has gone to star rapper Raizer T, known to
his mother by his given name of Anthony Ryzor, for help with this
effort. We are all hoping Ms. Smith can sing better than she can
act – because, really, her performance in the Woodyard-directed
film was mediocre – but perhaps that’s too much to ask. You see,
people who give sexual favors in order to get ahead in life are
never good in any other thing to start with. This time the output
from Ms. Smith is guaranteed to be worse than any of her other
projects so far, because she has decided to marry Anthony Ryzor, a
talented musician in his own right. Given her talents to corrupt
talented men into submission, we just pray and hope that she won’t
be a bad influence on his genius…
     
    This is an unedited excerpt from the
lifestyle section of a widely distributed New York daily newspaper,
written by a columnist who was well-known for her caustic criticism
of celebrated public figures. It is an example of the kind of
reaction with which the public announcement that Raizer T and
Joelyn Smith would get married was met. While certain sections of
society found this piece by a popular newspaper columnist witty and
funny, it raised Joelyn’s ire. She was so infuriated by the article
that she had a good mind to sue both the columnist and the
newspaper for libel and defamation of character.
    Her fiancé advised her otherwise, pointing
out correctly that America was a democracy and people were entitled
to their opinions. He said that if President Obama had sued all the
people who had said wrong things about him he would have