John gets forced into joining a climate protest by Greta, her plan to use him for her own entertainment gets turned on it's head. Stand alone story (unless you want more).
John wasn’t planning on joining the climate protest. Hell, he thought these protesters were morons, shouting and screaming at the wrong countries and Governments when there were worse polluters on this planet. No, he was just trying to enjoy his trip to London, take in the sights, visit certain tourist pubs, the usual touristy shit.
Then all of a sudden a hand grabs his as he’s walking past and a short blonde girl drags him to the front of the protest, shoving a placard into his hand and turning so her ass is shoved right into his groin, purposefully grinding against him.
He looks around at his new compatriots, some are normal looking, the remaining majority though have brightly coloured hair and enough metal in their faces to make magnets their mortal enemy. Their hair looks so greasy it would make a tub of Swarfega tremble, then there’s the smell, like most of them haven’t washed since the second world war. The one thing that unites them is the chant, surprisingly violent for a “peaceful” protest, “Kill the companies, kill the workers, not the planet!”.
A light bump of the girl’s ass against his crotch brings him back to the matter at hand and he half-heartedly waves the placard but remains silent, even though the voice from the girl currently doing her best to make him cum in his pants with her ass is not only the loudest, but also very familiar. Grinding harder against him, the blonde finally looks back at him and he recognises her immediately, it’s Greta Thunberg.
“Great,” he thinks to himself with disgust. “Greta fucking Thunberg has dragged me into a protest and is making me harder than steel with her butt.” She smiles at him, pushing against him with a sly, mischievous grin before turning her attention back to the job at hand.
The protest winds up at 4pm, the majority of people heading to their diesel guzzling 4×4s or clunky old bangers that pump out more exhaust fumes than 40 new cars put together. The remaining ones head to Wimbledon Common, John is dragged along by Greta, his still rock hard cock making it difficult to walk properly, and begin to set up camp, right in the middle, ironically, the tents are made from a mixture of modern fabrics and petroleum based products.
It’s dark by the time the camp’s ready, a few of the men get a fire going and crack open some bottles of cheap, weak beer, someone passes a joint of very potent weed around the group and John politely refuses both, waiting for the chance to make a quiet exit.
“Anyone seen the queen bitch?” A greasy bum-looking guy with a matted beard and dreadlocks asks the group.
“In her tent as usual.” Huffs a guy who looks like the love child of The Prodigy's Keith Flint and Noddy. “Always the same when there’s work to be done.”
“Greta.” The bum, real name Alistair, tells John, answering the confused look on his face. “She always hides out when we set up, lazy bitch.”
“Yeah,” Keith-Noddy, aka Harry, chimes in. “Wouldn’t want to chip her expensive nails.” He looks at John and takes a long drag on the joint before passing it to a hippy girl with rainbow coloured dreadlocks. “Never seen you before, when’d you join our little group?”
“I-I haven’t,” John stammers. “I was walking past and she just grabbed my hand and dragged me into it.”
“Fucking typical! So you’re her little plaything for tonight!”
“Plaything?”
“Yeah,” Alistair jumps in, “We do these protests all over the place, she grabs some random dude and fucks him in her tent. He has to be blindfolded tho, can’t let him see her naked, to up her own ass to allow that!”
“She’s going to make me fuck her blindfolded?”
“Yeah, after she’s watched some of us fuck.” Harry interjects.
“She’s full of these little kinks,” He continues at John’s bemused look. “She makes us bang each other whilst she sits in a folding chair like it’s a throne and watches, if we refuse she tortures us.” Lifting his dirt stained shirt and revealing a nasty looking burn scar on his abdomen.
“That’s how I lost my Pinkie.” Rainbow dreads, Suzie, holds up her right hand that’s missing it’s little finger.
“I see...” says John, wincing internally. “Why don’t you just get rid of her?”
“We’ve tried!” Harry scoffs. “Me, Al and Suzie set up this group, brought in a few friends and then she suddenly turns up, barking orders at people just because she’s got a bit of celebrity status.”
“Bitch needs bringing down a peg or two.” Suzie spits, rubbing the stump of her missing finger. “I wish we could humiliate her for all the shit she’s done to us.”
Harry rubs his beard thoughtfully and snaps his fingers. “That’s it! That’s how we can do it!” he turns to a purple haired girl sitting on the opposite side of the fire. “Jessie! HEY JESSIE! You got any of those pain drops they gave you when she fucked your ass up?” Jessie nods and heads towards her tent, Harry smirks and looks at John. “We’re not a group of prudes here, we all like to ‘share the love’ if you know what I mean, but in the privacy of our own tents. The bitch comes along, starts making us do it in front of everyone, picking who’s going to fuck who and maiming anyone who says no. A while back the queen bitch tried to force Jessie to shag Hank, we don’t know his real name but he looks like Hank Marvin if he was homeless, always covered in god knows what and stinking of old piss and shit. Jessie tells her where to go, a screaming match ensues and when Jessie turns to go to her tent, Greta grabs one of the spare logs for the fire and smacks her in the back of the head. While she’s half senseless on the floor she rips off Jessie’s skirt and knickers, grabs an empty vodka bottle, not one of the small ones but the big one ‘n’ half litre ones, and shoves the neck up Jessie’s arse. Then she stands back and heel kicks it as far in as she can, tore Jessie’s ass up real bad and broke the neck in her guts. Jessie was in hospital for a month after major surgery. She had to give up anal, too painful. Hell, just taking a shit is bad enough for her.”
“Don’t remind me, used to love a cock up my ass!” Jessie tells him with a grimace as she hands over the small bottle. Harry examines it briefly before throwing it to John. “You’ll need that later. Now, here’s the plan....”
Two hours later, any doubts John had over the groups claims that she is not the little princess she portrays to the world are completely gone. Greta has finally managed to force Jessie to fuck Hank, making her take it in her asshole as an extra insult. The nonchalant look on her face as the poor girl screamed and cried was almost as unnerving as the sweet smile she gave John just before Hank filled Jessie’s bowels with cum. As per the plan, John waits until Greta is riding him reverse cowgirl style to make his move. Raising his blindfold he looks at Greta’s back as she pleasures herself on his shaft, taking in the perfect curve of her ass as his cock disappears inside her wet hole. He locates her bottle of water, thankfully out of her field of view and gingerly picks it up, opening the lid and dropping the necessary two drops of medicine into it before closing the top and returning the bottle to it’s previous location, just managing to pull the blindfold back down before she spins round to face him again. “You’d better not be thinking of taking that off!” she barks sharply. “If I see you without it I’ll cut your dick off and shove it into the wound head first.”
She rides him until she’s had enough orgasms to satisfy her need and climbs off, jerking his manhood roughly until he shoots his seed over his own stomach. “Be gone before morning.” She states coldly before downing her water and rolling on her side in her sleeping bag, John patiently waits for the medicine to work.
“Each drop knocks you out for an hour in seconds.” Harry had told him. “Once she’s under, give us a shout.”
John prods her hard in the arm several times and receives no response, he sticks his head out of the tent and calls to the group. They move into her tent with precision and drag her naked body outside, preparing their equipment for the main event.
When she stirs, two hours later, Greta can’t move. She struggles wildly but the crude contraption, made of sticks, rope and cable ties, holds firm and true, forcing her onto all fours.
“Let me out of this!” she hisses, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me out of this RIGHT NOW!”
Harry steps towards her purposefully and stubs a joint out on her shoulder, making her scream. He takes the opportunity to shove a gum guard into her mouth, specifically designed to force her mouth open and protect anything entering her mouth from her teeth. “Shut it bitch!” he snarls, laughing at her squirms and attempts to protest. “She’s all yours, John.”
John kneels in front of her, the newly renewed fire lighting them perfectly as he puts his hard dick to her lips. She shakes her head, stopping him pushing in. Jessie fits a neck brace on her, forcing her head to face forwards and allowing John to shove himself all the way into her mouth and down her throat. He holds still as she chokes, her squirms and protests lessening until she’s almost unconscious, then he starts to face fuck her, ramming his manhood in and out of her mouth at a brutal pace, her screams and pleas muffled by the thick shaft. Alistair walks around to them, getting a better angle of the assault in the viewfinder of the camera, zooming in as Greta half chokes on the dick that’s forcing it’s way inside, tears streaming from her eyes as John’s balls smack into her chin. John grabs her hair, pulling on it hard as he pounds her mouth, his grunts of pleasure drowning out her muffled cries completely. Harry holds an empty beer cans in the fire with a heatproof glove, waiting until it’s red hot before approaching Greta Slowly, her eyes darting from the can to his face, begging. Harry jams the bottom of the can over her left nipple, the skin of her breast and the top of her nipple sizzling at the touch of the hot metal, her pained scream reverberating along John’s shaft, increasing his pleasure. “Fuck, yeah! That’s the stuff!” he growls in pleasure. Harry pulls the can from her breast, leaving a bright red ring around her areola and smoke rising from her nipple. He shoves it just as hard on her right nipple, gaining another scream that makes John thrust even harder. Then he rolls it along her back, searing her flesh from her shoulders to her ass crack.
“Yeah! Fuck that bitch!” One of the 30 strong group calls out as they jostle for the best position to view the event, eager to get in on the action. With a final thrust deep into her throat, John cums, shooting half his load down her throat before pulling out and splattering her face with his remaining seed, Alistair capturing an extreme Close up of the sticky fluid dripping from her cheeks and chin.
Leaning back on his haunches, John pants heavily as he recovers, his cock still rock hard thanks to the blue pill Suzie gave him, a mixture of his spunk and her saliva dripping from it’s head. A chant rises up from the assembled crowd, “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!” echoes around the common and John gives her the same sly smile she did, her eyes beg him not to. Getting behind her, he lines his pulsing dick to her dry pussy entrance, she wriggles and squirms in protest but that just spurs him on and he thrusts hard inside her, plunging all the way in, her body stiffening at the sudden and painful intrusion, his thick shaft forcing her tight tunnel to stretch around it. The crowd roars in triumph as he proceeds to claim her pussy with extremely hard, deep strokes that make his cockhead smack into her cervix sending agonising shocks through her body. Alistair captures the whole ordeal in close up as Jessie films her face with her phone, her body racked with sobs as she’s taken mercilessly in front of everyone, screaming as John digs his fingers into her hips for extra leverage.
Passing the phone to another member of the group, who takes up filming the unfolding scene with glee, Jessie walks up to John, hiding something behind her back. As she reaches him, she looks down and moans in appreciation at the sight of his large cock stretching Greta’s tight hole as it plunges deep within her. She brings her hand around, revealing an empty glass bottle, not as big as the one that was used on her but big enough and pushes it hard against Greta’s tiny sphincter, forcing the neck through the tight ring of muscle, Greta’s muffled, agonized response reverberating through the sparse trees
“Paybacks a bitch!” Jessie spits, forcing it further before resting the flat end against John’s groin, his hard thrusts shoving the bottle harder against her asshole, her screams intensifying. “Make it hurt.” Jessie purrs at John who increases his efforts, pushing the upper part of the bottle deeper and making Greta thrash against the contraption in a futile attempt to escape, the bottle soon buried halfway inside her, the thrusts inching it deeper.
“Cum in her! Cum in her! Cum in her!” the crowd brays as John announces he’s close to cumming, the member filming her reaction and muffled pleas not to raising his thumb and shouting “She’s down with that!”
With one last hard, deep thrust that pushes his cockhead through her cervix and the bottle most of the way into her ass, he orgasms, groaning loudly as he pumps his thick seed directly into her womb. Greta sobs as she’s filled with his spunk, both Alistair and the other member filming every last second as the crowd cheers wildly.
His load safely deposited, John pulls out sharply, gaining another agonised cry from the once proud activist, her rectal muscles working hard to push out the bottle but it’s jammed in place. With the crowds congratulations echoing in his ears, John sits in the folding chair Greta did to watch Hank fuck Jessie in the ass, recovering as several men descend on Greta, one yanking the bottle from her ass before ramming his cock in it’s place, another shoving himself into her mouth, both fucking her with gusto until they both shoot their loads inside her.
Over the next 3 hours, everyone in the group takes a turn using every orifice of her body, all of it captured on film and phone camera, the end coming as John pumps his seed into Greta’s bowels and another fills her gullet with his. Two other men spray her face from either side with semen as one of the women rams a bottle in her twat and another urinates on her back that’s covered in cuts, burns and bruises. By the time it’s done, Greta has been fucked by cocks, dildos, bottles, cucumbers and vegetables, even tent poles have been brutally inserted into whichever hole was available, all of it captured on film.
As Greta’s broken, still form is dumped in her tent, Harry shakes John’s hand. “Went better than I expected,” he grins at John. “don’t think she’ll be ordering us around anymore.”
“Definitely.” Jessie grins, reaching down to stroke John’s now semi-hard cock back to life. “Got one more in you?”
Leaving Jessie sleeping contentedly with his semen leaking from her pussy, John looks in on Greta as he finishes buttoning his shirt. She’s lay on her side staring blankly at the wall of her tent, dried tears being washed away by fresh ones running down her cheeks, the only other sign of life is the slow rise and fall of her breasts as she breathes.
Saying a final farewell to the group, he heads back to his hotel, expecting it to be well past midnight when he enters his room but it’s actually only five minutes to. He takes a long shower and climbs into bed, the memory still fresh in his mind.
It’s all over the news the next morning, headlines saying “Climate slut revealed!”, “Greta F**kberg!” and the like plastered over every channel as news anchors report that a “leaked” sex tape of Greta Thunberg has been uploaded to porn websites around the world, exposing her love of kinky, brutal sex and smashing the innocent persona she’s harboured for years to pieces. Later that day, footage of the second day of protests in London show Greta being led through the streets by a chain, completely naked (her modesty blurred obviously), a thick leather collar around her neck and a blank look on her face. The once proud loudmouth now nothing more than a broken shell.
A few months later, the protesters come to John’s home town, he heads down and sees Harry and the others setting up, happily greeting them and promising to join them at their camp that evening, much to Jessie’s delight.
“So, where’s her highness?” he asks Alistair with a sly smile, looking around for the famous activist come porn star.
“Over there.” Alistair jerks his thumb towards a workman’s tent towards the back of the cordoned area, a sign stood next to it. John can’t help but laugh when he reads “Make your own sex tape with Greta. £10” written on it. Alistair hands him a large wad of cash, about 15k as he turns back towards him. “We’ve made a lot of cash off her thanks to you, that’s your cut.”
“Seriously? £10 to make a sex tape with her?”
“Yep, we charged more to begin with but it’s been so popular we decided to drop the price.”
“OK.” John says, pulling a £10 note from the wad and offering it to Alistair, who shakes his head.
“Keep it, this one’s on the house.”
John enters the tent to see Greta completely naked, tied to a Y shaped table that can be angled to change position and give access to all her holes. She looks up, recognising him and trying to protest around the ball gag in her mouth, he strips and walks between her legs, moving the table so he has free access to her asshole. He strokes himself to full hardness, her eyes widening with fear as he spits on his fingers and rubs it on his cockhead, putting it to her tight anus.
“This is for Jessie.” He says with an evil glint in his eye.