The Woman’s Role (Part 2)

Title: The Woman’s Role (Part 2)

Author: TheBigLove126

Celebs: Sophia Bush, Emmy Rossum

Codes: MF, rape, cons, preg, drugs

Summary: Sophia figures it out

Disclaimer: The following story features both consensual and non-consensual sex (not in that order) involving a female celebrity and fictional males. Once again, the views on females in this story are not those of the author, it’s all in pervy fun.

If you have any questions, comments or other feedback to this or any of my other stories; feel free to contact me at – thebiglove126@yahoo.com or chat with me on YIM, I am almost always online. When it comes to request, I will take them if they interest me and I like the celeb (no Miley, no Ariana, no Scarlett and absolutely no Kardashian/Jenner).

When Sophia Bush returned to the house of Emmy Rossum and her fiancée Will, she revealed that she was pregnant with Will’s daughter. She also seemed to have bought into the ‘woman’s role’ that the couple had attempted to teach her through a rough, violent raping. Emmy wondered how Sophia had changed and she described it to her.

Two months after the raping, Sophia was still in a depressed state. The memories of the rape had haunted her every day and every night since it had happened. While she waited in the office for her doctor, she broke down in tears, something she had done regularly. She dried her eyes with a tissue she had stuffed in the pocket of her blue jeans. She was able to clean all her tears and regain her composure as the doctor walked in.

“So did you figure out why I’ve been so sick lately?” she asked the balding man, pulling her blue hoodie tightly against her body.

“Yes I did and congratulations Sophia, you are pregnant,” he said with a smile.

“Preg-pregnant?” she stammered, in shock. “I can’t be pregnant.”

“Well you are,” he said as he held a sonogram to the light, pointing to a small blob. “There’s your baby.”

“I can’t believe it,” she said as she faked a smile. “I’m pregnant.”

Sophia left the doctor’s office in a haze. She could not believe that her former friend had caused her to experience disgust at the news that most women would be joyful to hear. She wanted to get home as fast as she could so she could curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep…once again.

As she passed by a dollar store, she bumped into a man and knocked his bag out of his hand.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she said as she picked the bag up and handed it to him.

“No problem,” he said as he smiled at her. “You look upset, is everything okay.”

“I’m fine, really,” she said as she tried to walk away.

“Would you like to grab dinner sometime, I’m buying!” he shouted out, stopping her in her tracks.

“I um, sure,” she said, forcing out a smile. “How about right now?”

Sophia was so desperate to replace the feeling of disgust with anything she possibly could. She followed the man into a small restaurant and sat down to the meal with him. They talked before their meal about some small things but the man, named Frank, could tell that something was wrong with her.

“Something is up, what is wrong?” he asked as he grabbed her hand.

“I don’t want to talk about it, it’s nothing,” she said, looking away.

“It’s not nothing if you don’t want to talk about it,” he said, calling her bluff.

“It’s just…it’s something personal, like REALLY personal,” she stammered.

“You can trust me Sophia, I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered.

“Fine,” she said as she leaned in towards him. “I was, uh, raped a few months ago and, um, I’m pregnant.”

“What?” he asked, shocked at her words. “You were raped?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, about to cry.

“I am so sorry to hear that, do you need a shoulder to cry on?” he asked her with a smile.

“You are so sweet, why can’t all men be like you?” she asked, grasping his hand.

“Not all men are sensitive, most men try and fit in to some kind of role,” he whispered. “Animals.”

“You are so right,” she responded as the food arrived.

The newly-met couple quickly ate and left the restaurant. Sophia walked tightly next to Frank as they walked down the street, about to approach his apartment complex.

“Here’s my stop,” he said, pulling Sophia in for a hug. “If you want, you could come up and hang out for a bit?”

“S-sure,” she stuttered. “I need that.”

Sophia followed Frank up to the fifth floor apartment. After she walked in, he asked her what she wanted to drink. Without hesitation, Sophia put in an order of water

“Water for the lady,” Frank said as he poured the water into a wine glass and handed it to her. “Have a seat on the couch.”

Sophia sat down, sipping on the water, while Frank sat next to her with wine in his glass. He sat close to her and draped an arm over her shoulder. Sophia did not mind as he pulled her close, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. Like she had done many time, she started to cry out of nowhere, burying her face into his shirt.

“Let it out,” he said as he patted her head.

“Why me?” she cried. “Why was I the one that got raped!?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” he affirmed. “It’s never the woman’s fault.”

Sophia continued to sob into Frank’s shoulder. After a few minutes, he placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head to eye level. He stared into her deep, wet eyes and tried to give her a kiss. The actress did not fight the kiss as he brought his lips to hers but reacted once she felt them touch.

“Whoa Frank, what are you doing?” she said.

“I was moving in for a kiss,” he explained.

“I’m sorry, I don’t kiss on the first date,” she explained. “That’s too old fashioned.”

“Are you serious?” he said as he pulled away from her.

“It’s fine, you didn’t know,” she whispered.

“Of course I didn’t, the woman’s role is to kiss on the first date,” he said, causing Sophia’s eyes to go wide.

“I thought you said you weren’t into roles,” she said as her body was frozen, disgusted by the words he spoke.

“Come on Sophia, you can’t be that dumb. I lied to you so I can get you in bed,” he said, standing up. “I’m guessing you got raped because you don’t fit the woman’s role.”

“Fuck you,” Sophia said as she stood up and started towards the door.

Frank grabbed Sophia by the hair and started dragging her into his bedroom.

“I guess one rape wasn’t enough for you, you feminist slut,” he yelled as he threw her on the bed and locked the door. “Why can’t you fucking whores learn your goddamn role!”

Frank pulled his cargo shorts down, exposing his thick six-inch cock to the frightened actress.

“No, not again. HELP!” she screamed. “RAPE! RAPE!”

“Scream all you want, this room is soundproofed. Drummers used to live here,” Frank said as he threw his black t-shirt at her.

Before she could pull the shirt off of her face, she felt his hand undo the belt on her jeans before sliding them down her legs. He grabbed her black pair of panties and pulled them down just as fast. She was left with nothing protecting her vaginal opening.

“Since you’re pregnant, I can just fill you up like an ungrateful slut deserves,” he snarled as he jumped on top of her, pressing his cock head to her opening and shoving it in.

Frank grabbed the strings of her hoodie and closed the hood over her head, allowing her only to see out a small opening, filled with his face. She could feel her vaginal walls stretching around his thick cock. Despite Will having a longer one, she was feeling more pain from the meaty member of her new rapist.

Sophia was able to pull her head out of the hood and flip it off, just in time to receive the grip of Frank’s hand around her throat. She struggled to breathe as tears streamed down her cheeks. She begged him to stop but he was not caring for her demands. She tried to pull his hand off of her throat but she was severely overpowered.

Frank grunted loudly in her face as he violently slammed his cock into her pregnant pussy. He pushed Sophia’s head against the wall so his thrusts would bounce her skull off of the drywall. She was in pain as he kept his eyes locked on hers, with no emotion to be found anywhere in his eyes.

Sophia kept her eyes wide open as she struggled to breathe. Frank left his grip open just enough to allow the minimal amount of air to enter her lungs. Her face was still beat red, tears coated her entire cheeks while her eyes got redder by the second.

Finally, Frank released his hand from her throat, allowing her to take deep breaths. Suddenly, he stopped fucking her and pulled out. She was so busy catching her breath to even notice the lack of penis in her pussy. When she finally looked back at him, she saw him grab her by the hips and turn her onto her stomach. He pulled her legs over the edge of the bed and pressed his cock to her pussy again. Taking a handful of hair, he yanked her blonde locks hard as he reintroduced her cunt to his cock.

“How does it feel to get raped again, you little cunt!” he growled in her ear as he violently raped her from behind.

“Please, let me go,” she whined as the pain in her scalp burned with each rough tug.

“You don’t make the rules, THAT is what you aren’t getting!” he yelled.

Frank continued to rape her from behind, humiliating her as he forced her to an orgasm. She dropped her face into the mattress and lost all emotion. She stared into the sheets silently as her body was continuing to be abused.

“Too bad you’re already knocked up, this would’ve been the cherry on top,” Frank grunted as his cock spasmed and he shot a massive load deep into her occupied womb.

Frank kept his cock inside the tortured woman for several minutes after his orgasm before he pulled out and wiped his cock off on her hoodie. Sophia remained motionless as Frank got dressed and threw her jeans on top of her.

“Get dressed and get the fuck out of here!” he yelled.

Sophia slowly got dressed and left the apartment complex, still in a zombie-like state. She found her way home and crawled into bed, not getting out for more than a bathroom or kitchen stop for weeks.

After a month of being bed-ridden with the term ‘woman’s role’ ringing through her head, she decided that there was only one thing she could do to make herself happy. She got dressed up in a sexy pink dress, did her hair up real nice and went to the closest bar to her house.

Sophia was determined to test out the ‘woman’s role’ theory. Her plan was to find a man, give him everything he could wish for and act like his servant. As much as she would hate herself for going against her beliefs, she was sick and tired of being depressed and alone. Will and Emmy were right, she had not had consensual sex in nearly a year and had not had a steady boyfriend in over five. At thirty-two years old, Sophia Bush was desperate for love, so desperate that she would abandon the beliefs she had lived by since she was very young.

The dolled-up actress approached a tall man sitting at the bar. She sat down on the seat next to him and smiled at him.

“Hi, I’m Sophia,” she said as she batted her eyelashes at him.

“I’m Jake,” he responded. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh no honey, I want to get you a drink,” she said, pointing at the bartender. “It’s the woman’s job to please the man, not the other way around.”

“I like the way you think, sweetheart,” he said as he grabbed his drink as took a sip.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but are you pregnant?” Jake asked her, noticing the budding baby bump in her dress.

“Yeah, it was a punishment for having my own opinions,” she explained, trying to bottle away her self-disgust.

“Makes sense, women need to know their roles,” he said with a smile.

“Oh I’ve learned my lesson,” she said as she brushed her hair behind her ear. “What do you say we go back to my place and I show you what I’ve learned?”

“With a body like that, how could I say no?”

Jake finished his drink and took Sophia by the hand, leading her out of the bar and down the street to her house. The second they stepped through the door, Sophia unzipped her dress and let it hit the floor, showing her perfect nude form to the man she barely knew.

“What do you want to do?” she asked, grabbing his cock through his jeans.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, grabbing her hips and swinging her around.

The front of Sophia’s body was pressed against the door. She pushed her hips away, bending over to give him better access. He brushed his cock against her dripping wet cunt and slid all nine inches into her with ease. Sophia let out a high pitched squeal as she felt the tip of his cock go farther than any cock or toy had ever gone.

Jake grasped onto her bare breasts, squeezing both nipples with each forward thrust of his hips. He groaned loudly, loving the feeling of her super tight cunt around his thick member. He could not believe that a pregnant woman could have a pussy as tight as she had.

“Fuck me harder, sir,” she begged, looking over her shoulder and blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes.

Jake pulled her away from the door until she was bent at a ninety degree angle. He gave each ass cheek a stiff smack as his hip thrusted at a super pace. Sophia could not believe how good it felt to have this stranger fucking her like a wild animal. She also could not believe how wet she got when she called him ‘sir’.

Sophia was beginning to feel an unfamiliar feeling in her body…a wanted orgasm. Her body tightened up and she let out the sexiest of purrs as pulsations of sexual bliss rushed from her head to her toes. The smile on her face was big enough that it looked painted on. Her eyes were closed as her mind went to a heavenly state.

Sophia was so aroused by the orgasm that within seconds, she had another one that was just as pleasurable. She was unable to keep her footing and fell to her hands and knees as the second orgasm washed over her. She rested her head on the floor and popped her ass as high in the air as possible.

Jake threw a leg over her and began to fuck her pussy almost perfectly downward. She had arched her back enough to have her pussy opening pointing to the ceiling directly above.

“Holy shit, Sophia,” he grunted. “You are so fucking amazing. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too,” she hummed, lost in her own passion.

“I’m gonna cum!” he screamed as he filled her full womb with his thick, creamy seed.

Jake held his cock inside Sophia for several seconds after the last little swimmer fell from his cock. Once he was ready to pull out, he lay down on the floor next to her and pulled her on top of him, getting nose to nose.

“Damn, you are so fucking hot,” he whispered before kissing her.

“Not as hot as you, sir,” she said before kissing back. “I always thought the ‘woman’s role’ was bullshit but you showed me the error of my ways. Submission is the key to love.”

“It is,” he responded. “Now get me a beer and make me some dinner.”

“You got it, babe,” she said before shooting up to her feet and entering the kitchen.

“Wow, you dirty little slut,” Emmy said as she rubbed her crotch while listening to Sophia’s story. “I knew you would come to your senses.”

“Yeah, I have to thank you so much,” she responded. “I would still be a lonely sack of shit if I kept those dumb beliefs. Fuck feminism, I am meant to be submissive to men.”

“Amen, girl!” Emmy yelled as she had an orgasm through her thin sweatpants, leaving a dark stain.

Emmy grabbed a joint from an ashtray on the table and lit it.

“Smoke up, Will liked to have sex at exactly 2:30,” she said as she took a hit and passed the joint to Sophia before walking off to the bedroom.

“Yes ma’am,” she responded, taking a hit and following her mentor.

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