Summary: You thought you could hang out and just be 'one of the guys'. You thought wrong.
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x MMM), Non-con, Gangbang, Degrading
Kicking back on a Friday night with beers in one of the guy's dingy basement has become routine for you. Mismatched chairs and couches are haphazardly gathered into a circle. You're the only girl of the group, though the four boys you hang out with don't seem to treat you any differently. Being kind of a tomboy anyways you're just 'one of the guys'. Sometimes you worry they secretly look down on you, but you chalk it up to irrational anxiety.
"So whatever happened with the dude you were seeing?" Your friend asks, lazily swinging his beer bottle in your direction.
"Oh him? Yeah it didn't work out. I called it off."
"Bet it was 'cause he couldn't last long 'nough before blowing his load!" A more drunken boy jokes to the others.
"You pathetic dipshits would bust if a woman looked at you for more than 2 seconds." You scoff. You're unsure why but you feel a little defensive. Like the quality of your previous partners reflects on you, and right now the guys are ridiculing you rather than your ex-fling.
"We could easily ruin you until you're just a dumb fuckdoll to pass around." One of them boasts, their speech slurring a bit.
Rolling your eyes you scoff, leaning further back into the couch crossing your arms. The abundance of alcohol in everyone's systems is clearly leading to a lack of inhibition. They're talking a big game but you doubt your friends could act on it. You've never seen them even talk to another woman let alone be intimate with one.
You're condescending tone doesn't sit well with them however. Beside you on the couch one of the guys jolts toward you, gripping your throat. Your hands jump up, trying to tug his hand away. You're appalled ; what's gotten into him?! His expression darkens as he tightens his hold and says,
"You think that's fucking funny, huh?"
Squirming a bit more he then releases you. Stumbling onto your feet you back away from the couch, frazzled. Your fingers reach up to ghost over the sides of your neck where you still feel the shadow of his hands.
"Dude, what the fuck? Hey!"
Your ass is spanked causing you to whip around to face the assailant. He has a sickly grin on his face that makes you quezy. Unease rises in you. It feels like your heart is pounding in your throat as panicked confusion starts to bubble up.
The other two boys join in on either side of you, clamping their talons into each of your shoulders. You yelp, which only makes them giggle. One of them leans forward, his whisper in your ear making you shiver.
"You're gonna regret acting like such a brat." He hisses before grabbing your clothed cunt. Roughly rubbing you he bites at your neck leaving marks in his wake. The rest of the gang come to grope you as well: pinching, prodding, squeezing. You try to wiggle free but it's no use.
"Guys, come on, cut that shit it out!"
Your pleas are ignored. Responding on its own your body becomes sensitive to their touch. Flicked nipples send electric jolts through you. Your cunt leaks with arousal. Impatience and need get the better of them. Like feral animals they start to rip off your clothes.
"Hey! Seriously, stop it! Leave me alone!"
Your panicked cries are ignored. Now with more fervour they attack your delicate skin: sucking, scratching, biting. A chorus of whimpers and panting moans sings out, echoing throughout the cement basement. Fear sinks heavily in the bottom of your gut when you hear their zippers being pulled down. The two boys behind you shove and struggle for dominance, for the right to be the first to break in your tight hole. One of them finally gets the upper hand, positioning himself behind you. He takes a moment to rub his hard cock against your exposed ass, before harshly lifting you by your hips into the air. You sob and writhe midair.
"Shut up and take it bitch!"
He spears you onto his cock making you release a chocked gasp. The guys all cheer as your juices mingle and drip down your thighs. He starts to lift you off his cock until just the head remains inside you, then he drops you, letting gravity fuck him deeper into your pussy. Your brain is short circuiting. Gasps and moans are the only response to what's happening to you.
In his drunken state his grip on you as he bounces you on his dick falters, causing you to slip and fall forward. Instinctively your hands reach out to catch your fall. Closing your eyes you wince, anticipating the painful landing on the concrete ground. To your surprise, however, you feel hairy flesh in your palms and a set of hands catching your falling form.
With a cock still buried in your cunt you weakly look up to see another of the guys holding you. He smirks mischievously down at you, your hands gripping his thighs, your face level with his erect cock.
"Damn, she's throwing herself at my dick! You hungry you little mutt?"
Opening your mouth to say 'no' was a mistake. He takes the opportunity to thrust his length to the back of your throat. Gagging, you protest and push off his legs but his strength overpowers you, easily holding you in place. He laughs as you drool and cry around his girth. Trying to breathe out of your nose proves challenging when your racing mind can't focus. Just when you think you're about to pass out he yanks your head back. You sputter as air rushes back into your lungs.
The small reprieve doesn't last long though as he slams himself back into your mouth. Behind you the boy buried in your cunt resumes his pacing, brutally thrusting you forward forcing the others' cock deeper into your throat. Through blurry tear-filled eyes you see the other two boys are seemingly enjoying the show, eyes glued on you as they jerk themselves.
Dangling limply, limbs hovering above the floor the two boys spit roast you. Their pistoning is fast and rough. The ghosts of their firm grip on you will be seen tomorrow in the bruises forming across your flesh. You're mind feels hazy as a knot in your core begins to tighten from the stimulation.
"Ah fuuuuck. God, we make a pretty good team eh?"
"Yesss. Man I've been waiting to fuck her for sooooo long."
They all chuckle, lamenting in the pleasure they're getting at your expense. It's all too much; being watched as you're fucked dumb between your 'friends', the stretch of your pussy, the hard drumming of cock pounding into the deepest most sensitive parts of you. The taut feeling in your abdomen winds even tighter. Your body feels so good even though your brain screams that it shouldn't.
Eventually you're unable to hold back your climax, the knot snapping. Waves of pleasure wrack your body as you spasm and writhe and twitch, sandwiched between your abusers. Your cunt clenches as it gushes, squirting on the floor.
"Jesus Christ. Did you just fucking cum you little rapeslut?!"
A loud smack reverberates throughout the room from the violent slap across your ass, cherry red hues blossoming on the skin. You howl despite being throat-fucked. The vibrations of your shout push the boy using your mouth over the edge. He hisses as his cum paints the back of your throat. Halfway through his release he pulls out, spurting semen all over your face. He uses his cock head to smear the slime of your saliva and his spend all over your face.
"There we go. Now you look like the whore you really are."
Behind you the one using your pussy pulls you upright so your back is to his chest. Frantically rutting into you he orgasms, his sperm shooting up into your womb.
"Love to breed sluts like her. Bet she liked it too, didn't you?" He says in a condescending tone, lightly smacking your cheeks. You don't respond. Your mind is mush.
"Yo, bring her over here." Sitting naked on the couch one of the other boys looks at you with dark lust in his gaze. Shivers run down your spine as you see his dick standing tall, twitching in anticipation.
Without taking you off his dick you're carried over. Cum dribbles from your hole as you're lifted up and passed over to the boy on the couch. The ease that they throw you around, like you're a stuffed animal not an adult women, is baffling. Pinning your arms to your sides you're turnt around to sit on his lap. The other three gather around with crazed hunger in their eyes. The two that just came happily stroke their cocks, slowly getting horny all over again.
"Now I think we should punish her for cumming without permission, the filthy whore!" The boy in the couch restraining you says, ending his sentence with a slap to your clit. You yelp. They cackle.
"I think I know just thing..." He lifts you up. Bracing yourself you assume your poor cunt will be ravaged again, but you perk up when you feel his tip teasing your asshole.
"Wait! Wait! Wai-" Your desperation is silenced by another who stuffs your discarded panties in your mouth.
"Aren't you supposed to prep her or lube her up first so it doesn't hurt for her?"
"Nah, she's just a cumdump. Right now isn't about her. Her holes are purely for -MY- pleasure!" His last words are punctuated but his thrusts into your virgin ass. Head falling back you project muffled wails, searing pain shocking your system. He doesn't care. Futile attempts to break free, you shake your head from side to side as you sob. He doesn't care.
A hand from one of the observers twists your nipple. Another swipes at your clit. An empty beer bottle finds its way into your gaping pussy. You feel embarrassed and overfilled. Fuller than you've ever felt. Sparks zap through you at the plethora of sensations hitting you all at once. Eyes rolling to the back of your head you cum a second time.
Dejected, exhausted, humiliated you finally submit to the will of your rapists. They are too strong for there to be any fair fight. And you try not to think about how mind-blowing your orgasms have been from their forced advances. It's easier to shut off your brain and be their ragdoll to do with as they please.
Your resignation, the change in your demeanor, doesn't go unnoticed.
"Guys I think we finally broke her."
"Good. The quicker she learns that bimbos don't need thoughts the quicker she'll accept her place as our new free use slut."
The night goes on, the fucking continues. They fuck you on the counter, on the table, against the wall. At one point they contort your weak body to be bent upsidedown on the couch, puffy pussy swaying in the air. It's as if there's an unspoken rule between them that you aren't allowed to stand or rest, tossing you back and forth without letting you touch the ground like a hacky-sack.
Pushed and pulled in every direction your body aches. Every hole overflows with the many loads of cum that were fucked into you. Drenched in spit and semen you're tossed on the couch when the four have finally had their fill.
The following Friday you nervously descend down the stairs into the dingy basement once again. The stares from the guys makes you blush. The already present hard bulges in their pants makes you clench your thighs together...
Your wife couldn’t have felt more exposed as she walked to meet you for brunch wearing, following her boss instructions, an intentionally revealing dress and nothing underneath. When you meekly said something about it she asked, “are you going to confront him,” and took your silence as an answer and added, “I knew you wouldn’t.” For some weeks she wore very revealing dresses at home but didn’t allow you to have sex with her. One day she told you to drive her to his house to stay there both weekend days. She chose some very low-cut short dresses and told to shave her pussy.”
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