masses think that we've overcome the stigma against lesbians in the modern day. We've definitely arrive a retentive way but have so much further to go. Even in position such as ‘ liberal'Hollywood, once you come out as a lesbian there's no going back. You simply won't get called back for auditions that you might have as a true woman. That's why my girlfriend, Maisie Bernard Arthur Owen Williams, and I - Sophie Turner - have stayed in the closet and harbour't told anyone that Mophie, the cute name we use for a Maisie and Sophie family relationship, is very real.



It was during the conclusion few twelvemonth of filming secret plan of pot that we started dating and moved in together, with our parent 's blessings. Filming a show that your partner is on too is so stressful, we were almost never in the same scene and so we were off with different filming teams and barely ever saw each other, even at night. It got to the spot that we saw so trivial of us between our filming gigs that our relationship became a slight deform. day of the month nights were a chore and even sex became something of a obligation to be done rather than Maisie or I really savoring it.



This wasn't really a problem for our Friend Joe.



Joe Jonas was quite a few days aged than we were, nearly ten. It never mattered to Maisie or I, he was our neighbour down the road and we became flying acquaintance - I always had loved his music when I was growing up ! It made us feel better, having an older friend who was always so concerned in hanging out with us. He'd pearl over and play game and lookout motion picture with us. In meter, he was one of the very few people we trusted with the noesis that we weren't just roommates, we were partner and that Mophie was real.



Truthfully, Joe was some minuscule part of the trouble Maisie and I were having in our kinship at that clip. Besides what I've already said, we never really had any time for just the two of us. Whenever we did have barren prison term, Joe would indicate up and ask if we wanted to hang out. Maisie and I are about as non-confrontational as you could get, so we just agreed to avoid the conflict.



It took me a prospicient time to see that Joe was always being very flirty with me. He'd make comments about stealing me away from Maisie. He'd even tease apart us about being secretly straight. I know cat like to impart other Guy shit, so I thought this was just his way to bait his two gay Quaker about being direct. Maisie was always a bit uncomfortable, but she knew how lots I liked Joe and we didn't battle about it.



relationship with people you love can be hard, and mine with Maisie kept being a struggle. Joe was always around, and I'd find him and Maisie in the kitchen with him getting a lilliputian handsy. I noticed once him accidentally brushing his hand over her tight little ass. I thought it was her trouble to work through and that if I brought it up, she'd just think I was accusing her of cheating. Joe's jokes about Maisie and I being secretly straight started coming up every day, multiple times.



One of our escort dark was the weekend everything changed. Joe knew it was coming, and he relentlessly teased us about it. That good morning, I got a call from Jacques Louis David Benioff, telling me that we had to do a lode of reshoots that day while we could, and he expected me to steer to the set. Maisie was so angry, even though I didn't want to strike down our date night. We shouted a bit, and I promised that I'd be back as soon as I could.



It was a few daytime later after what happened that dark that Maisie told me the details, but I didn't know at the prison term. After I left Joe stopped by and offered to take on my property on day of the month night, which flew Maisie into one of her cute furore. She got so furious she left the theatre for a walkway and had left her phone on the counter. On my side of the day, Dan and Dave had all the re-shoots gear up and I was done in just a few time of day, telling me they didn't need me back until next week sometime - I was excited to reverse our muff date-night into a whole date-weekend. I had tried to call Maisie a few times, but she wasn't answering her phone because she didn't have it on her, so I didn't leave any content and just wanted to surprise her.



I was a little taken aback when I got home to receive that Joe was sitting in the den and Maisie wasn't anywhere to be found. He was acting strange, but I had former things on my mind like getting Maisie 's mouth on my cunt. His laugh about Maisie and I weren't so suspect today and actually were growing sort of mean. I tried to put it out of my judgment and have a well-disposed chat with him, trying to hint to him that he had to leave so I could set things up for my late date Nox with Maisie. He offered to help get me prepare, but I told him I didn't need any help.He stood up and said he wasn't going to take no for an answer, heading to my and Maisie 's bedchamber. I was thoroughly confused so I followed him, getting more emphatic that he had to leave.



That's when Joe Jonas called me a bitch and smacked me right field in the face.



I've never, ever, been hit before. My vision flared Andrew D. White and I fell to the soft carpeting of the bedchamber. I'm tall - taller than Maisie by nearly a foot, and even marvellous than Joe by an inch or two - but Joe was so much stronger. He picked me up and threw me onto the massive bed Maisie and I ploughshare. I was still a small dizzy so I didn't resist when he pulled some handcuffs from his backrest scoop and manacle me securely to the headboard.



That was when my straits started to sort out, and I remember frantically thinking that this couldn't be real, that this doesn't occur to people like me. I kept squirming and tugging and trying to pull the handlock off. He started to address in the most pacify, calming voice that I'd ever heard that I had to stop struggling and stay still, or I might get cut. I was confused until he showed me the scoop knife he pulled from his early scoop. I'd never been honestly scared before in my life, but I was then as he started to cut off my shirt and my bra, then do the Lapplander to my leggings and my panties.

When he started to rub my puss and button with his deal and thumb, I whimpered and begged him not to do it, and how I wouldn't tell anyone.

"Please, no. Don't do this Joe ! I won't tell anyone if you just STOP now !"

He kept at his molesting and started kissing my perky tits.

"This is going to encounter, Sophie. You won't say anyone about this.

I started to find so weird. I've been turned on before, Maisie makes me cum with her little spit and skilled finger, but I'd never felt like this. I've never been touched by a man and was getting wet, but didn't want to get wet. I was shaved clean because Maisie doesn't like eating me out if I have hair down there and it was supposed to be our appointment Nox. He spent the next twenty minutes just fingering me until we both heard the door downstairs open.



When he left, it was a little bit until I knew what was happening. I heard him arguing with Maisie and then to my growing shame and horror, I saw him result her into the room. Her reasonably grey eyes widened in surprise and she bolted for the doorway, but he was too fast for her.



Joe Jonas straight-up punched Maisie Williams in the typeface, her tiny trunk falling to the trading floor with a huge smash, groaning and moaning in pain. He left for a bit, which I took to urge my loving girlfriend to get up and run, but she was dizzy from the annoyance of the punch. He came back with a chair and sat it facing the bed. He took my tiny girlfriend and, after stripping her belt down nude sculpture, cuffed her to the death chair with another pair of cuff from his back pocket.



It didn't take long for him to get naked. When he pulled his trouser off I gasped and Maisie started to cry at the sheer size of his cock. It wasn't the braggart in the earth as we'd both seen cock-a-hoop in porn, but it still looked Brobdingnagian in the instant. He didn't seem to like about the tears falling down Maisie's young font and, gathering her cute brown hair in his hands, forced his hawkshaw into her tiny backtalk and started to face fuck her. I felt my essence spanner as I watched the charwoman I love get her face raped right in front of me, while I couldn't do anything but watch. I started to cry like I had never done in my lifetime before.



He didn't cum inside of Maisie's back talk, which I thought was a nonaged miracle of stamina. I didn't have meter to taste that though, because he crawled onto the bed and my defenceless body. I started blubbering and begging him to stop, to mean about what he's doing - because I knew what was coming. I was about to really get raped, my world-class introduction to a man 's cock, for the first time ever.



"Sssh. Be calm down Sophie. I'm going to fix your tribade problem."



With that he pushed inside of my pussy and he felt huge. Later Maisie told me that at that moment all I was doing was whimpering quietly as he inched his cock into my male-virgin soundbox and I tried to get used to it. He never gave me enough time, for he started to really rape me before I grew accustomed to the feeling of the thick cock inside of me. He moved slack at first, kissing my side and playing with my perky tits.



The more I said no, the more he said yes.



I must possess been crying and was begging him to stop, but my interpreter and my mind was getting fainter. I must have blacked out a little, because the next thing I realized he was really fucking me so toilsome that I kept banging my head on the headboard. Every knife thrust caused a moan to come out of my mouth and a oink to amount out of his. I knew what was coming, and I tried to fight it. I begged him to stop or slow down down as garish and much as I could, but he ignored it. I didn't want to issue forth getting raped, but I didn't have a choice.

I came so fucking knockout as I got raped in front man of my girlfriend who I love.

The fucking and climax made me so sore, but he never stopped. In a few mo he grabbed at my titmouse, then threw his head back in orgasm as he came deep inside of me. I never stopped crying, but I did start to apologize to Maisie over and over again.

Joe Jonas lounged like a victorious conqueror on my and Maisie 's bed as he basked in being the first guy to fuck me. He gathered his breathing spell as he recovered and nakedly walked to where Miaisie was, fishing the key to the handcuffs out from the pocket of his throwaway gasp. He unlocked my girl and pulled her to the bed, cuffing her manpower and slim weapon system behind her back. Joe grabbed her dark hair and she moaned in pain before he hissed in an hearable whisper to her ear.

"You don't want Sophie to get pregnant, do you ? Suck my cum out of her, Maisie."

Maisie Williams started crying all over again as her boldness was forced between my creamy thighs. I felt both atrocious and aroused as he used my girlfriend to rape me. It was so confusing to me because it felt so full and turn on, but it was also not what I expected or wanted. It didn't take him long watching my girl munch on my dripping cunt that he got hard again.

'' You did n't reckon I forgot about you after Sophie, did you, slut ? ``

He grabbed her arm and pushed her up on the bed better, so she was laying next to me. Her facial expression was powerful next to mine and I kept murmuring apologies to her, but she never replied. Her eyes never left mine and when Joe Jonas started to lie with her, he was so often rougher with her than me. He kept slapping Maisie and telling her to kiss me. She was sobbing in pain in the ass the wholly meter, but I found out from her later that she came nearly a vi times that night.



It didn't Joe long raping Maisie's petite body for him to cum a second time, this sentence filling Maisie's dripping pussy like he did mine just before. What he did next threw us both for a loop. He laid between us and wrapped his munition around us almost lovingly, telling us how good of miss we had been and that he was glad we were working to fix our gay woman trouble.

Our rapine didn't stop then, and honestly I lost count of how many times he raped the both of us that weekend. He kept telling Maisie and I that he was proud of us. He had us shower several times a day, Maisie always going first. The very first meter he took Maisie to the exhibitor, I stayed cuffed up and could hear her battle cry and screaming. When he took me into the shower bath following, I found out why. He took both of our anal virginities there in our own shower, right after each other. It was as painful as it was shuddery. Joe left on Billy Sunday once to get us food, and came back with Plan B, which we were both quite thankful for. The sex continued until Mon, when he had us shower individually again and helped us get dressed.

It was unusual how kind he was acting, but was stranger was how that weekend actually helped fix the job between Maisie and I. We both, well, started to get turned on by rape and going through it together brought us so much closer. We make Thomas More time for each other now and, unbeknownst to the globe, got married just before plot of Thrones ended. The paper haven't found out yet, because if they had it would be the crowing comment intelligence for weeks. It was just our parents and Joe at our wedding.

Joe never did stop Maisie and I of our ‘ lesbian problem,'he actually made us stronger. We're still gay, and the sex with Joe isn't really about attracter - it's about power. Maisie and I have come to bed that feeling of powerless from his visits - oh yes, he still comes over every weekend, usually to spoil Maisie or myself. He's still involved in our sex life years later.

Joe always seems to wish fucking Maisie's ass more than mine, and fucking my pussy more than hers. We both went on birth restraint right after, so there's no prospect of him breeding either of us. To this day that first time still turns me so fucking much. It didn't ruin sex between Maisie and I, we still cum just fine with ourselves - just without that extra beef when Joe rapes us.



I don't think him raping us will ever really stop, unless we uproot our life and incite far far away. Maisie and I have talked about it, and we're both not willing to do that. That just leaves my wife, Maisie Williams, and myself, Sophie Turner, being Joe Jonas'rapesluts forever. We both get wet when we say that out loud .