Date idea: you put me in doggy with my hands cuffed behind my back, a spreader bar between my thighs, a vibrator taped to my engorged clit, and a fuck machine pounding away at my leaking cunt and just leave me there until morning. Live streaming it from every angle so you and everyone else can watch me go braindead from the overstimulation. You can collect me for breakfast in the morning when I'm nothing but a whimpering, drooling mess.
Click - bzzzzzzzzz
“Wait, please, no my clit is so swollen already!”
“Oooohhhhhh” “ohhh god!”
“How many is that now?”
“Please I…I”
“I…it’s…10… I can’t think… please”
“It’s just you’ve… you’ve just got it tied so tight against my clit… if you could just… move it off for 30 seconds… I wouldn’t cum”
“You’re far too dumb to be making your own decisions right now aren’t you?”
“Wait.. no… It’s because you’ve got… th… you w got this vi… vibra…pressed on my clit”
“Awww well I’ll turn it off, but only when you’re a good girl and you stop cumming all the time. Until then, I think it’s better I make all the decisions. See you in a few hours!”
Frantic girly moaning
“Wait…no… I… I can do it… I won’t cum… I promise!”
“I just… need… to move… ohhhhh god…. Ohhhh godddd….ohhhhhh….ohhhhhhhhh”
Whimpers
“That didn’t happen, I was good, I… ohhhh…. Please… I promise I was…. Hello? Are you there? Hello”
“It’s ok it won’t happen this time, I’ll be good… you can come back… see… see… I can be good… omg my clit… n… nooo…. oh goddd… ohhhhhhh…
She keeps trying for hours and hours on end until she gives in from exhaustion and her pussy takes full control
When the boys get back all they find is a quivering, soaking mess unable to speak and just making faint moans. They switch off the vibrator and take her back to the dorm room where she’s locked into bed. They’ll try again tomorrow to see if she’s learnt how to be a good girl yet…
Fuck machines and overstimulation as a way of brat breaking ~fuck. Tying down this bratty little thing, vibrator held in place with no way to move it, chase it or get more than what you're giving her. Turning it to the lowest setting and leaving the room. Come back ten minutes later to find her exactly where you left her—except completely wrecked.
Eyes wet. Thighs shaking. So worked up from ten minutes of not enough that the second you walk back in she's already begging. Not even saying real words anymore, reduced to just whimpers.
Line up the fucking machine, the dildo aimed directly at her soaked, dripping hole. Reposition the vibrator right on her clit and turn it up a setting. Bombard her with pleasure, milking orgasm after orgasm out of her, until she finally breaks.
Pleading and begging and apologizing for anything she's told she did wrong. Overstimulating her to the point it doesn't feel pleasurable anymore, but still forcing more and more orgasms out of her struggling body until she can only blink up to you with empty eyes, finally reaching the blissful state of a brainless fuckdoll.
And despite all her clenching and struggling, the dildo keeps pumping into her and the vibrator keeps buzzing against her clit. It won’t stop until she learns <3
I want to wake up, in a room I don't recognize. I don't remember last night. I try to move, but I'm bent over some kind of table, tied down, fully restrained.
Just as I'm wondering what's going on, I feel a hand brush my backside. I try to pull away, but I'm helpless as he cuts my skirt off, revealing my bare pink pussy.
He rubs my pussy gently, and I can't shake him off. I'm crying, begging, but it doesn't end.
Then I feel it, a cock pressed up against my leg. Horror fills me, and then so does he. My scream becomes a moan as his massive cock pounds into me.
"Good girl," he groans, driving his hips into me. "Good fucking girl. So good for us."
"Us?"
I lift my head to see a dozen other men, watching me, cocks in their hands.
When he's done with me, he leaves, and a new cock takes his place.
Getting way too drunk at a house party and the host takes me aside to “help me sober up” and then she ties me up to her bed with a gag and then puts a vibrator on my crotch and leaves me there writhing for her… and when anyone asks where i went she says i must have left…
Bodies swayed in the pulsating darkness of the club, tangled together in mostly dance, partially sex. Jolynna caught a brief glimpse of two girls straight-up fingerfucking each other before the crowd shifted to cover them. One of her friends grabbed her hand, dragging her deeper into the hedonism.
And then there it was. She stumbled to a halt beside her friend, staring at the thing they were raving about for the past week. It was just a box, roughly ten square feet of tinted glass and dark metal. A narrow door slid open as she stepped up towards The Box.
"Come on, what are you waiting for," her friends smirked as they pushed her through the opening.
The door hissed shut as soon as she was inside, the noise of the club reduced to a distant thump. It was pitch black inside, depriving her of her sight. Hands out, she shuffled forward a few steps, wondering if the hype was just a collective joke. Then a screen flared up in front of her, letters sudden and bright and white.
Remove all clothing and place in provided receptacle.
“What?”
The words glowed, insistent. Even knowing the glass was impenetrable from the outside, stripping down still made her feel exposed. Once she'd tossed her clothes into the metal bucket by the door, the words scrambled and rewrote itself.
Stand in centre of Sensation Chamber with feet apart. Your Experience will begin shortly.
Experience. Well that’s as vague as the descriptions her friends gave. Jolynna shivered as she stepped into place; the club itself was stifling, but in here it was cold enough to prickle her skin, her nipples budding tight. The screen changed to a countdown from ten, and with each pixel-flicker of number change, her heart-rate spiked. When it hit zero, she found herself holding her breath, but nothing happened. All the tension fell out of her.
“Seriously? That’s it?”
The screen went black, leaving her in darkness again. There's a quiet clunk between her feet, and she started as something brushed her ankle. Something soft and warm and…wet.
“What the fuck?”
Another warm, wet thing brushed Jolynna's other ankle, and that’s it, she wasn't going to stand here in the dark being licked by whatever the fuck. But the second she started to step away, both warm, wet things wrapped tight around her ankles, anchoring her in place. A spike of panic shot through her as they slithered up her legs, never loosening their grip. Outside The Box, the club thumped away, as if she wasn't in here being molested by some unseen wet things that felt like some kind of tentacles.
Jolynna reached down, intending to rip them off, but before she could get close, more tentacles snatched her wrists, hauling her arms above her head in the time it took to blink. She cried out in alarm, and as the sound left her lips, the lights came on inside The Box.
No, she realised, squinting in the sudden brightness. The lights hadn’t come on—they’ve come in. The glass had gone transparent, the shifting spotlights of the club pouring through it, and everyone—everyone in line, everyone on the dancefloor nearby and on the upper levels, her fuck-ass friends—can see inside. Can see her.
Instinctively, she tried to cover herself, but the tentacles tighten their grip, keeping her exposed. They’re all over the floor of the box, an undulating mass of writhing appendages, slick with slime or goo or…she swallowed thickly.
Or arousal.
The tentacles wrapped around her legs tugging them wide, her feet skidding on the metal floor as she tried and failed to fight their pull. More tentacles rose from the pile filling The Box and she had spent enough time on the net to know exactly where this was going. She thrashed against the living restraints, accomplishing absolutely nothing, and then she couldn’t help but gasp as a tentacle slid through the folds of her cunt, which, much to her embarrassment, was already wet.
It's not like she hadn’t thought about this sort of thing, it’s just that fingering herself to videos was very different to actual live tentacles getting up close and personal with her in front of a club full of strangers. And her three best friends, who, apparently, knew exactly what she had been masturbating to in her spare time. Assholes.
Jolynna squirmed as the tentacle continued its exploration, massaging its strange slick into her, making her skin tingle. Arousal uncurled within her, and she suspected that whatever that stuff was, it’s designed to help her enjoy the experience. Breath became harder and harder to come by, and as she panted against the desire spreading through her, another tentacle curled over her shoulder, around her neck, and into her mouth.
Jolynna cried out, which was a mistake, because the tentacle took the opportunity to push deeper, making her gag. The one between her legs, apparently done slathering her in aphrodisiac, re-oriented itself to push into her. When she felt it pressing at her entrance she expected speed, but it went slow, giving the crowd of club-goers surrounding The Box plenty of time to watch it stretching her cunt. Her cunt fluttered around it, her clit already swollen and hard, and her cheeks burned knowing how many people could see it.
Only when the tentacle went as deep as she could take it does it begin to thrust. Not like the cocks she had taken, but a squirming, pulsating motion, one matched by its twin in her mouth. The way they alternated made it feel like they were one entity, fucking straight through her, and all she could do was whimper and moan and stand there and take it.
A tentacle flicked over her clit, and her eyes flared. Fuck, that was good. It flicked again, side to side, back and forth, experimental, it felt like. Testing the reactions each movement got. All the chill of The Box was gone; she's on fire, all over, and the next flicker of tentacle ignited a supernova. She squeezed her eyes shut as the orgasm rocked through her. All those people just watched her come.
While she was still twitching, the experimental tentacle wrapped itself around her clit. She was too sensitive for even such a delicate touch, but her hiss of pleasure-pain, her head-shake, her struggle; it was all meaningless. The tentacle didn’t care. None of them did. In fact, now that she'd come, they seemed more enthusiastic than ever, pistoning into her with abandon, the one on her clit stroked her vulnerable spot with as much skill as her own fingers.
Dimly, she noted that several people in the crowd beyond the glass were jerking off. Bodies moved in familiar rhythmic motions. A tight ball of something like awe, pride, grew hot in her core. They were jerking off to her.
Cum splattered on the glass as someone finished, and for some reason that set her off. Jolynna groaned deeply around the tentacle in her mouth, orgasm clenching and sparking up from her core. Tentacles tugged and teased at her clit and cunt, spreading her open for all to see, and it was less embarrassing now. If anything, all those eyes were making her wetter.
Another tentacle twined up the one pounding her cunt, and there’s no way, there’s no way—but there was, and it’s in her, both of them so deep it almost hurt. The slick slap of their movements was the most debauched thing she'd ever heard, so much hotter than any invented sound in a video. She felt so full, so fucking full, and the thrashing she was doing now has nothing to do with escape and everything to do with the fact that it was too overwhelming to stay still.
Suddenly, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew. Jolynna stared at it, her gasps more like sobs. Glowing rings of colour ran up its length, pulsing like blinking lights, and before she could wonder what they meant, it shuddered and spurted hot cum all over her face.
She couldn’t help it. She licked her lips.
It tasted like candy.
With that, it was like a seal was broken. The sea of tentacles surged up, all of them glowing. The ones holding her arms yanked her off her feet and she yelped, kicking in alarm—or trying to, since the ones on her legs showed no sign of letting go. Her clit ached from overstimulation as the tentacle around it continued to tease her for everything she had, whilst the others spilled their loads all over her, one after another after another, until she was hanging there, drenched in cum from head to toe with the whole club watching on.
The Box was also covered in cum, or at least all the glass she could see was. Just how many people finished whilst she was inside? How many of them were wishing they were her?
Without meaning to, she made eye-contact with one of the spectators—her friend, the guy who dragged her over here. He had his cock in his hand, his motions frantic, and as she locked eyes with him it took him over the edge. His cum joined the other splatters on the glass and fuck, that was so hot. Jolynna's eyes rolled back as she came for a third time, her cunt bearing down on the tentacles still fucking into her. She couldn't see them glow, but she could feel them tensing.
“Fuck, no, wait, not inside me—!” she protested, but they’re tentacles. They couldn’t hear her. She moaned loudly, more arousal than complaint, as both of them reach their climax, pumping and pumping into her. With the candy-sweet taste on her tongue, it’s like they came right through her, like she was coated with their release inside as well as out. When they finally pulled free, it all spilled out of her, splattering the floor. She whimpered. She felt horribly empty without them inside her, cunt desperately twitching over nothing.
For a minute or so she hung there, an exhausted, cum-coated work of art. Then the glass went dark, and she was alone again inside The Box.
The remaining tentacles slowly lowered her down and unraveled themselves before retreating to their holding place beneath the floor. She managed to stay upright for a few seconds, then her legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees, head swimming. Hidden jets start up, and she knelt there, trying to process what the fuck just happened whilst The Box blasted her with a warm spray of water, then with slightly too aggressive air jets, cleaning the sweat and the cum—so much fucking cum—from her trembling body.
But, as she finally managed to dress and stumble, cunt still soaked, from The Box back into the club and her friend’s excited arms, she found herself thinking just one thing.
Once again dreaming about being pinned down by someone twice my size then being teased for how small and helpless I am and how wet it makes me knowing I'm powerless to stop them from doing whatever they want to me.
~
What's wrong? you can't take it? you want me to stop? but sweetheart, I want to keep going. I want to hear your panicked little noises. I want to hear your frantic begging and pleading. I want to hear you say sorry without knowing what for. I want to see how much you fight and struggle and thrash around, just from my touch alone.
Gwyneth's face burned with shame as she realized how compromising the position was. He had her stretched out into a perfect spladle. Her slim legs were forced wide open, her tiny bubble butt jutting up into the air, pussy lips nearly peeking out from under her bikini.
A small crowd had formed around them, their tussling in their sand attracting the attention of their friends. The tension was palpable as the guys took in the sight of her in the vulnerable position. Gwyneth laughed nervously and squirmed.
"All right.. you win," she admitted defeat. "Now let me go."
"What? Fuck no. You think you can get away teasing us with that skimpy little swimsuit of yours and just saunter away?"
She shivered as she felt his fingers trace her inner thighs, all too aware of the helplessness of her situation. Each touch was a silent claim, a declaration of dominance. Gwyneth's humiliation grew with every passing second, her heart racing as she heard the snickers and whispers of the crowd.
Her eyes widened as she felt his finger hook onto the thong of her bikini bottoms, face flushing with anger and fear as she realized what he had in mind.
"No, don't you fucking dare."
"Hey, everyone! Come get a load of this!" He spat as he pulled the fabric to the side. His friends howled with excitement as her mound was revealed.
"NOOO!"
He cackled as one of his lackeys whipped out his phone and zoomed in on Gwyneth's smooth cunt. Calloused fingers stroked along her slit before spreading apart her lips as far as they could go, her twitching hole and regrettably stiff clit shown to the world.
"What a slut! It looks like she's enjoying this," he sneered before sliding his fingers into Gwyneth's slickening cunt.
Her juices glistened in the bright sun. She sobbed as white hot, shameful pleasure burned through her body from his fingers stroking her virgin walls. She turned to her friends who were watching in a panic, "please.. do something..." begging with tears in her eyes, only to be met with terrified looks, their feet planted in fear of receiving the same treatment.
With the crowd watching and cheering and the overall newness of it all, it didn't take long for her to come to a screaming orgasm. Her juices splattered across her skin, his fingers, and even the phone recording her defilement as tears streamed down her face.
Gwyneth's head spun as he released her from the hold, her body crumpling in a heap as he pushed her still-spasming body off him. She tried to get up, only to collapse to the sand once again, blacking out from the humiliating defeat, her virgin hole thoroughly violated.
Want to tie you up and force you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat till you gag and can't breathe, then with tears streaming down your face I'd face fuck you till I cum in your pretty little mouth and make you swallow it all like the good little slut you are 😈
Crying and begging gives way to hitched breaths and panicked panting, breathing in time to every push and thrust, soon the sounds of her wet cunt will be louder than her pleading.
The only thing better than her wet slit, made tighter by her panic or her angelic tears are the sounds of her stifled moans, desperate to hide that despite it all.
She's loving every second.
It’s not long before they have her completely undone, frantically thrashing as she orgasms. Once it wears off, however, they don’t stop. It’s too much, and yet she has no fight left in her, thoroughly exhausted and only able to produce pitiful whimpers.
~ an hr prior ~
"Ladies and gentlemen," the host boomed, "Welcome to our product launch! Let's give a warm welcome to our brand ambassador: Ashley!" He stood on the stage, gesturing to me with an easy confidence, broad shoulders and a lean, strong frame. His dark eyes held a steady, magnetic gaze, drawing me in.
He'd said "Ladies" but that must have been for show because as I'd scanned the audience back stage, I'd only see men. They erupted into a chorus of hoots and hollers now. I forced a smile but my stomach churned as I stepped out from behind the curtain.
Countless eyes scanned me from head to toe. Maybe I was imagining it, but their reactions seemed to carry a tone far different from the wholesome environment I had been anticipating.
Instead, I sensed a sort of predatory curiosity, and, was that... lust?
Maybe I should have read that waiver I'd signed more thoroughly...
The host guided me toward a massage-like table set up nearby. Draped in soft, plush blankets, it looked inviting. "Okay, Ashley, let's get you settled," he said, gesturing for me to lie down. As I nestled into the bed four men stepped out from backstage, positioning themselves around me.
I felt a surge of trepidation. The countless eyes on me, the men looming over me, the heat of the studio lights, and the sexually charged atmosphere were all scrambling my thoughts.
"It's alright, it's just the audience engagement we specified in your contract, try to relax and have some fun~" The host smiled reassuringly, stepping forward with a black silk blindfold.
The fabric of my dress clung to me as I shifted, catching on my curves. Leaning in, I could feel his hot breath on me, his hands steady as he brought the blindfold up, brushing softly against my temple. Slowly, he tied it behind my head, his fingers grazing the back of my neck with deliberate precision. The knot was firm and tight, his touch lingering just long enough to give me goosebumps.
"There," he murmured. "Now, Ashley, just relax and let them warm you up."
My heart raced as I lay there, sightless and vulnerable.
There was a moment's pause before hands gently made contact with my skin. The touch was soft as fingers brushed the curve of my neck, tracing a slow path down to my shoulder. The movements were cautious at first, but as he continued, his touch became more assured. Fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers up and down my body. He touched the curve of my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple, making me gasp.
I felt a spark of electricity run through my body as he continued to caress me, flicking his fingers over my hardening nubs. As I focused on the sensations, I noticed how soft and delicate his hands were, his long fingers teasing my nipples with maddening precision.
The second set of hands were firm, rough and confident. There was no hesitation as his fingers explored the bare skin exposed to him, caressing his way up my bare thigh, under the hem of my dress, and finally making contact with the wetness growing between my legs, sending a tingle through my entire body.
I couldn't believe how much this was turning me on.
I was being groped and humiliated and my body was practically begging for more.
I needed to focus. This was just part of the job.
I heard the next man step forward, and the moment his hands met my skin, I jumped. Rough, weathered hands found their way from the nape of my neck up to my scalp. Brushing through my hair, they began massaging my skull with unhurried precision. I caught the faint scent of perfume as he leaned in to smell my hair. Despite the tension in my body, the massage was intoxicating, his skilled fingers sending ripples of warmth and relaxation through me.
When the hands finally left me, I heard the final man step closer. Without warning, he tugged the top of my dress aside, the silky fabric slipping from my shoulder. I felt a rush of cool air against my exposed skin, sending a jolt through me. His hands were warm as he cupped my breast, fingers tracing the curve of my nipple.
He leaned in, the breath on my skin making me tremble. His lips made contact with my hardened nipple, sucking gently at first, but growing more insistent as he continued.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left me gasping for breath. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue dancing across my nipple as he sucked. I felt myself arching into his touch, wrapping my hands around his head, pulling him closer, wanting more of the delicious sensation that was coursing through my body.
I was getting lost in the moment when the host's voice called me back.
"Well, well, well... looks like our little ambassador seems to be enjoying herself."
I burned with embarrassment, yet my body betrayed me, igniting instead, with desire.
Encouraged by the host's comment, the man continued sucking at my nipple, harder and with more fervor than before. He exposed my other breast, and his mouth moved from one taught nipple to other, almost in a frenzy now.
Pushing my breasts together, he began capturing both nipples in his mouth at once, taking long, deep, hard pulls. I stifled a moan.
"Okay, okay... I think it's time for the main event."
I pulled back, panting with desire and shame. I blinked against the harsh stage lights as the host removed the blindfold, my eyes darting to the audience. I hurriedly pulled my dress back into place, but not before seeing the hungry look in the host's eye.
"Now Ashley," he said, pausing just long enough for the weight of his next words to sink in. "For this next part, I need you to remove your clothes. Completely."
His eyes softened as he spoke the words, holding mine with warmth. There was something else in his gaze, though; a flicker of intensity beneath the surface, calculated and deliberate. It was disarming and magnetic, a look that made it impossible to question his intentions, even as my instincts whispered otherwise.
He took a step closer, his voice dropping smooth and low, each word wrapping around me like a warm embrace. "You have to admit... you're curious about how this will play out. You're curious about what it will feel like to be completely naked in front of all of these men. And I promise you... it will be an experience unlike any other. Now, remove your clothes."
As it had at the start of the first round, my body obeyed the command before I could stop it. With shaky hands I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall around me, stepping out in just my panties. I could feel everyone's eyes rake over my body as I removed it too. The audience fell into a hushed silence. The cool air tickled my skin as each layer fell away.
Vulnerable and exposed, I forced myself to meet the host's gaze, pulse thundering in my ears. His eyes had darkened, the usual spark replaced by something deeper, more intense. For a split second, desire flared like a sudden flame, raw and consuming on his face.
Maintaining eye contact with me and holding a small device in one hand, he stepped forward. Without a word, he began attaching nodes with tiny flashing lights to my chest, wrists, and temples, each one cold and sticky against my skin, giving me goosebumps.
"This," he explained, voice smooth and measured, "is to track your heart rate and body's responses. It will play a key role in determining whether you fulfill your responsibilities."
His smirk deepened as he adjusted dials on a nearby machine. The monitor's faint rhythmic beeping filled the room.
"In order to fulfil her contract obligations, Ashley must experience 10 orgasms, right here on stage."
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of lust-filled calls and whistles, excitement filling the room. "Our four assistants will do everything they can to help her achieve it," the host declared, hunger still glinting in his eyes.
Then, turning to the crowd with a wicked grin, he added, "And for those in the audience feeling particularly generous, there will be a chance for you to come up and join in too."
My brain seemed to shut down, paralyzed by a wave of conflicting emotions. I couldn't form a coherent thought, trapped in a haze of shock. As the host guided me back toward the bed, his hand found the small of my back. He guided me with a deliberate pressure that caused an undeniable flicker of arousal to stir inside me. The option to leave was now a distant memory; a foreign concept. Any thought of escape had evaporated, replaced by the pull of the moment and the inevitability of what was about to happen. I lay on the bed, body trembling, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through me.
An assistant stepped forward, his arms flexing as he tugged his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled torso. Without hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and slid out of his pants. His thick, girthy manhood jutted out proudly, and he wasted no time in walking over, hopping up onto the bed, and plunging it between my parted lips. The unexpected movement made my breath catch as I instinctively closed my mouth, sputtering around him as he thrust deep into my throat.
Before I could think or react, another was stepping closer, undressing in a similar fashion. His massive cock slapped against my thigh before he moved to position himself at the entrance to my dripping pussy. The tip rubbed back and forth in my wetness, sliding between my folds and gliding tortuously over my clitoris before pushing inside me, filling me up completely. My scream was muffled only by the other meaty organ still filling my mouth.
The double assault sent my body into overdrive, my heart raced as every nerve hummed. I was vibrating, every sensation suddenly amplified beyond reason. As they began moving in and out of me, a tingling spread from my core, radiating outwards to every part of my body.
A third assistant moved closer and began rubbing my aching breasts. My skin buzzed, every brush of his fingers against my nipples sent electric shocks through me. A deep warmth expanded through my pelvis, and I felt a pressure building. The sensors on the host's monitor began to beep rapidly, their sharp tones drawing the audience's attention.
The host's commanding voice came through the speakers, "Folks, it looks like she's approaching orgasm number one!"
The responding roar of the crowd dissolved into the background for me, eclipsed by the wave of pleasure that consumed me as an orgasm rocked me.
The third assistant removed his hands from my breasts and began disrobing, climbing onto the bed behind me and rearranging me to sit in the first's lap, impaled by his cock. The second stood directly behind him, gently pushing my head over the first's shoulder so that he could continue his assault on my mouth.
Bouncing up and down on one cock while another slid in and out of my mouth, I only slightly registered that a third penis was poking at my ass hole.
But when he pushed inside I became acutely, undeniably aware of its presence.
I gasped as he stretched me open somewhere I'd never been touched, feeling a delicious burn as he filled me up. He began to move, each thrust syncing effortlessly with the rhythm of my bouncing body and the tempo of their partner's cock, creating a seamless, intoxicating dance that sent me over the edge once more.
"That was number two!" The host exclaimed.
The final assistant finally joined in, taking one of my hands and guided it to his member, urging me to stroke it as he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth.
As soon as he latched on, I was gasping for air. The world around me faded away once more as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body, hand jerking rhythmically without thought.
"NUMBER FOUR!" The Host cried, bringing me back to earth, his voice only slightly louder than the rapid beeping of the monitor.
"Let's see if these four can draw one more out of her before giving you eager audience members a chance to come up on stage and help Ashley complete her assignment!"
The men fucked me in every hole, a symphony of squelching and moaning filled the room. At some point I stopped questioning how this could be happening and just let it happen.
I was an animal as I reached the brink of my fifth orgasm, bucking and screaming.
Bells and chimes erupted, along with a sudden flash of colorful lights. Music began playing and the room buzzed as The Host's voice cut through the chaos, "HALFWAY THERE! Let's open this up to our eager audience members!"
They began streaming from their seats, forming a chaotic line.
The men shifted our positions, standing me up and leaning me forward over the massage table. I was met with an unfamiliar dick in my face, while another suddenly thrust into my pussy from behind, causing waves of shocking pleasure to pulse through me with each thrust, and sending me rocketing towards orgasm number six.
As every muscle in my body contracted in bliss, two new audience members appeared on either side of me and took hold of my hands, guiding them to stroke their rock hard rods.
Other, rough hands gripped me, turning me over and pushing me backwards onto the table. Switching hands so that I was now stroking opposite cocks, the men on either side of me leaned in, each taking a nipple into their mouth. Their mouths were hot and wet as they splayed my nipples between their fingers and tongues. This was pure euphoria. Another orgasm went ripping through me as the massive cock plunged in and out of my now dripping wet cunt.
As more men joined in, I gave in to the waves of ecstasy, over and over. Sound faded to a ringing in my ears as I lost track of the number of orgasms washing over me.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the upbeat rhythm of a song was blasting through the speakers, jolting me back to reality. My eyes widened, focusing in on the host towering over me with an effortless dominance that made the space between us feel impossibly small. I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze, dark and piercing, the weight of it sending my pulse into overdrive, as he spoke. Microphone in hand, he was in the middle of a sentence. "...FINAL orgasm! You've almost done it, Ashley... You're so close! It's tradition here for the host to administer the last orgasm," he purred, the desire in his voice unmistakable.
I felt disoriented by his words. The final orgasm? I struggled to piece together what was happening, my mind foggy from the intense sensations that had been coursing through me.
"Oh, Ashley. You've been quite the star tonight. Nine orgasms in under an hour, a new record for our brand! One more and you'll complete your brand fulfilment."
His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and intense. I trembled as he approached. Tall and broad shouldered, his smile was dazzling and my body responded to his animal magnetism.
With practiced ease, unhurried, he slid his hands along my sides and I arched into his touch, craving more.
"Please," I whispered, my voice husky with need.
"Patience, my dear," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "You are unlike any ambassador we've ever had, and I intend to savor this part."
His fingers danced across my skin, teasing and tantalizing. I gasped as he reached between my legs, my hips bucking involuntarily. His touch was skilled and sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I whimpered, desperate for more.
"That's it," he purred, his fingers working their magic, stroking my insides. "God you're sexy. Everyone watching is getting quite the treat tonight."
He continued to tease me, to built me higher; complimenting my body and reminding me of the many eyes watching me and how lucky they were. My back arched off the bed, my hands fisting in the sheets as I chased that final peak.
I was so close, teetering on the edge of rapture. His fingers moved faster, more insistently, pushing me closer to the brink. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape.
Then, maddeningly, he removed his fingers.
Hand snaking around my throat, he positioned his rock hard cock at my entrance. I was drenched and he thrust into me easily, fast and hard, rough and deep.
At first I tried to pull away from his hand around my neck, but he held me there, whispering in my ear to let go, to surrender and to trust him. His fingers flexed, obstructing my airway gently, the restraint creating an intense mixture of danger and safety. There was something undeniably magnetic about this dominance, his fingers found a delicious pressure that stole my air and amplified every other sensation.
"Let go, Ashley," he commanded. "Surrender."
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in closer, wanting him deeper with each thrust. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fierce passion. His movements inside me grew faster, more urgent. He released his grip on my throat as I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure exploding through me. Wave after wave crashed over me as the host expertly prolonged this final orgasm before finally filling me with his warmth, shooting his hot cum deep inside me.
Current fantasy is having a roommate jokingly agree to being my cumdump for a few days after I win a bet, then me just lazily, steadily pounding their guts out with a vibe on their clit every other day after, watching them struggle and squirm and whimper about how they wanna be done, that they’re tired, that they don’t wanna cum with their cervix again… but there they go again in a few minutes, going quiet with the overstimulation while their cunt flutters and drips around me and tries to coax me into seeding them right despite what the rest of them wants.
Need to be held down and played with until I'm begging for mercy and then played with more until im totally overwhelmed and breaking. Pretty girls deserve to be railed and used every day, bent over, stuffed full, whimpering thank you as they're pounded senseless and left leaking.
Him roughly forcing my legs back open whenever I tried to close them, holding them open n holding my hips down so I'm all vulnerable and exposed for him. He started finger fucking my mouth at the same pace as my cunt and ughh.... need that again ❤️❤️❤️
Kimberly was peacefully sipping on her cocktail at the beach club when she noticed a group of men surrounding her sofa.
"Hey, isn't it Miss I'm gna fuck myself with the biggest dildo I can find for Valentines."
Kim's heart skipped a beat before she leapt towards the crowded dancefloor, only for a hand to latch onto her arm with whip-like speed. Her other arm was similarly grabbed, her nubile body thrown and pinned onto the couch.
Kim cursed, why did she have to ask for a table in the far end of the club. There were drunk partygoers everywhere but nobody had noticed the vulnerable girl being cornered like prey.
"Fuck do you guys think you're doing," Kim spat, glaring at them.
A box was placed on the table before her. Her eyes widened as the lid lifted revealing it's contents, and her need to escape returned in full force as she realized what faced her.
“For fuck’s sake,” one of them grumbled, wrestling her arm back in place.
She opened her mouth to shout for help, but that provided the perfect opportunity for them to shove a thick, veiny penis gag into her mouth. It stretched her jaw to limits. Kim tried to shake her head free, but one of them grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, giving another the space to buckle the strap behind her head, forcing the silicone penis deeper into her mouth.
Her eyes watered from both the pain and the lengthy intrusion tickling the back of her throat. She tried to control her breathing to keep from gagging, but it was difficult, even more so when all four of her limbs were yanked wide apart and pinned to the couch, leaving her splayed obscenely wide. She struggled helplessly, her lithe body shivering at how exposed she felt. The men snorted, amused by her frantic, incomprehensible begging.
“What a fucking slut,” he said, still chuckling. "Wait... you’re actually wet right now? This is too good. Maybe we should fuck you after all.”
Kim's eyes shot open. Please no, anything but that.
The man leaned forward and cupped his ear. “I can’t hear you. Is the slut begging for a nice fat cock to fill her up?”
She shook her head frantically, nearly giving herself whiplash in the process.
“No?” he teased, hard darting out to cup her vulva. She didn’t have enough strength to squirm free, and her tiny bikini bottom did nothing to shield her from his probing fingers. “Your dripping cunt says otherwise, and I think we have something that’ll satisfy you.”
A calloused finger slipped inside of her with embarrassingly little resistance. Kim tossed her head back as he proceeded to pump it in and out, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning when a second finger joined the first. To her horror, something hot began to build in her lower stomach.
He ripped his fingers free with a wet squelch. “Fucking goddamn slut. Are you really about to get off while a stranger molests you?”
Kim hung her head in shame, tears spilling freely as she silently sobbed. “Now, I think this one needs to come first.”
Kim squealed as the men gripping her legs lifted her lower body off the couch, and she let out a muffled shriek when his finger found her puckered asshole. Still slick with her juices, the tip squeezed in easily. She bit down on her gag at the uncomfortable sensation. The purpose of this new torment became clear when he waved a sizable anal plug in front of her eyes. It was shaped like a dragon’s egg.
The man gleefully squeezed a dollop of lube on the plug before working it into her anus. Kim felt every ridge of the scaly texture as it was forced past the tight ring of muscle. It was almost a relief when the girthiest part popped inside, allowing her ass to swallow the rest. She clenched involuntarily around the invader, woozy from the lingering burn. This couldn’t, couldn’t be happening. The man gave the plug an experimental tug and hummed in satisfaction when it remained in place.
“Now for the piece de la resistance.”
Kim didn’t have a chance to wince at his terrible accent because he could not be serious. The thing in his hand wasn’t made to fit in a human body, especially not there! It was large and bumpy with a highly textured, flared base, and nearly the size of her forearm. Ice-cold dread crept through her veins as she strained helplessly against their grips to no avail.
The panicked, garbled sounds that escaped her were inhuman, but it just seemed to amuse the sadistic man further. With a wicked grin, he stuck the suctioned base right in front of her, standing ominously in the centre of the low table. Even in the dim light she could tell the bulbous tip would be just an inch or two shy of reaching her belly button, and its girth was even more insane—exceeding that of a soda can. It wouldn’t fit! Pure, unadulterated terror coursed through her. Kim thrashed and pleaded, begging her assaulters to let her go.
“Oh, c’mon,” he cajoled, wiggling the dildo. “A slut like you can definitely take it, and how often can someone say they’ve been fucked by a dragon?”
Thrashing got her nowhere. The four men holding her lifted her off the couch, suspending her in the air and positioning her hips over that fucking nightmare of a dildo, her legs split wide open to accommodate it. He’d lubed it up without her noticing, and it was both a blessing and a curse. The squishy tip popped into her vagina easily despite its size, but it also paved the way for gravity to do its job.
The men lowered her slowly at first, ensuring she felt every monstrous bump and ridge adorning the thick shaft. The stretch was overwhelming, and the egg lodged in her ass compressed her walls and forced the curve of the cock hard against her front walls.
Kim screamed as she was impaled, her vagina taking a few more inches before it was ready. She tried to struggle, to get away, but the other four men were still holding her firm. The top of the dildo hit her cervix, and the only thing that saved her from descending further was the thick knot protruding from the bottom of the shaft. Her uncontrolled noises caused her throat to spasm around the other cock lodged in mouth, triggering her gag reflex.
Tears streamed down her face as he grabbed her hips, silently pleading with her puffy eyes. He flashed a sadistic grin in response, and without warning, shoved her delicate body down until the knot popped past her opening. Kim nearly passed out from the pain. She was certain it’d ripped her in two. The pressure against her cervix and g-spot was bruising in its intensity, and it confirmed her suspicion that this monster wasn’t made to be used—especially not in combination with a fucking anal plug.
Her body was stretched beyond the bounds of reality. Nothing existed except the three invaders impaling her holes. Even the strain in her arms and pain of her thighs being stretched uncomfortably apart faded to background.
Kim choked back a sob as the man spread her vulva to examine the torture he’d inflicted on her. It exposed her clit to the dildos bumpy, spikey base, and he took great pleasure in making sure the sensitive bud was smashed into it just right. The stretch of her legs and vulva had already left it wide open, but now one of the flexible spikes had pushed her clitoral hood out of the way. Every single nerve ending was at the mercy of the textured silicone.
The man whistled. “I didn’t think it’d actually fit, but fuck if this isn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. A pretty slut crying as a massive cock rapes her stretched out cunt.”
Her stretched vaginal walls spasmed weakly around the dildo, the reflex triggered by both overstimulation and anxious anticipation. It shifted the egg in her ass and ground her poor clit into the bumpy spikes surrounding it. In another situation, she might’ve been able to gain a modicum of pleasure from the cascade of sensations.
Kim moaned as a finger slipped between her clit and the base of dildo. There wasn’t room, but it started rubbing circles anyway. Her walls twitched, and this time, the pressure was undeniably centered over her g-spot. The warmth she’d been ignoring crawled back, threatening to build into something damning. Something that couldn’t happen. Not like this. And not so fucking quickly.
The hands pulled away.
Part of her cried out at the loss.
Kim's hips began to undulate of their own accord as he kept going at a light, teasing pace. The plug and dildo inside her shifted in the cramped space between her legs, and though her body was far from adjusted to the double invasion, her arousal had grown to the point where it almost didn’t matter. The dildo hit everything, including spots she'd never known could be pleasurable.
But just like the last round of teasing, everything stopped before the orgasm had a chance to crest. Kim felt a desperate, gargled moan vibrate through her cock gag, strong enough that they had to have heard it. She tried to shift her hips in search of stimulation, but she was still held in place by the men.
Kim saw him fiddle with something in the box of toys, but she had no idea what it was until a broad surface was fitted against the front of her impaled cunt and switched on.
The vibrations hit like an earthquake.
Though centered on her clit, they traveled eagerly through the dildo, not hampered in the least by the thick silicone. Squirming out of the way did nothing. If anything, it made things worse as the dildo stimulated her from the inside.
But she couldn’t stop herself. It was too intense. Her mind was consumed by the need to escape.
Kim's stuffed holes clenched and fluttered as best they could when stretched to—and beyond—their limits. The soft spikes surrounding her clit vibrated ruthlessly around the over sensitized bundle of nerve-endings.
And yet. And yet. The forbidden pleasure that’d been building all this while soared to impossible heights. Those rumbling vibrations saturated the entirety of her body. A low, long keening moan was dragged from the depths of her chest as her toes curled and her eyes rolled back. The orgasm that followed didn’t crest. It crashed.
It was massive. Mind melting. Like nothing she’d ever hoped to experience. It rolled on and on and on.
But so did the vibrations.
And they quickly morphed from wondrous to nightmarish.
Kim wailed and thrashed as her overstimulated nerves continued to be tortured without pause. Anything previously pleasurable became agonizing. Any discomfort, large or small, became magnified. She wouldn’t last like this. It had to stop or she’d be shattered into a million pieces.
A mouth pressed itself against the side of her head, and the words were just barely audible over the loud music. “Consider this payback for tempting us with your slutty tiktoks, whore. You deserve everything coming next.”
A sense of dread bloomed alongside the flickering resurgence of pleasure. Fingers pinched her nostrils shut. She struggled with all her might, but the absence of air went straight to her head and amplified the pain and pleasure until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Perhaps that was why a sudden press of the vibrator, smushing against her poor bundle of nerves sent her soaring uncontrollably over the edge. As another orgasm rocked through her, only one coherent thought remained:
Whoever found her would discover little more than a wet, broken mess.
At the end of night the cleaners were met with a horrifying sight. The girl was nearly unrecognizable. Her legs were forced into a split, her petite body impaled on something, propped up in the middle of the table, arms slack at her sides. She looked thoroughly debauched. Tears and drool streaked down her face while streaks of sweat-damp hair glued themselves to her cheeks. Her head was rolled back, eyes glassy, the poor girl completely broken.
Want my legs tied to my wrists so my pussy is fully exposed, unable to move while they keep a vibrator on my clit and fuck me slowly with one finger. every thought in my head would focused on the feeling of their finger gliding in and out of me, and i’d only be desperate for more. I’d cry and beg to be filled up with either their c*ck or more fingers, just anything to filled and used like i’m supposed to be
Make me edge over and over again until all I can do is leak and drool, moaning and begging without even knowing what I'm begging for in a hiccuping broken voice. Pretty tears stream down my face and all you do is laugh and tell me to keep going. Watching me become more brainless, more cock drunk with each failed attempt at orgasm.
I wanna be raped outside in front of an audience. I want a whole crowd of people to watch and do nothing while a big strong man mercilessly pounds my holes. I want to look up through my tears and see people with their hands in their pants, furiously masturbating to the sight of my helpless little body getting violated.
I want them to laugh and mock me as I cum on my rapist's cock over and over again, my face burning with shame. And then, when the first guy is tapped out, I want someone from the crowd to take his place and start the whole thing over again.
Shannon took a deep breath before opening the door, only to find an empty room with a box in the middle of the bed, ornamented with a cute red bow. How festive, she thought, lifting up the cover. She was greeted with the most provocative interpretation of Santa's uniform. A little red two piece with nothing underneath.
She slowly undressed and put on the revealing outfit, twirling in the mirror and admiring how it accentuated all of her curves.
God, she looked like a p*rnstar.
She had bet her boybestfriend he couldn't complete no nut november, severely underestimating the lengths he would go to just to fuck her. He was rather secretive about the actual arrangement for her punishment, only that she had to be at a certain location on Christmas day.
As she waited patiently, Shannon took in more of her surroundings, the bed was strange, having no headboard and being placed right in the centre of the room, almost mimicking a sacrificial altar of sorts. She searched through the drawers, eyes widening as she took in the wide selection of dildos and vibrators staring back at her. Just what was he planning to do to her, she really shouldn't have taken that bet.
As she grew increasingly impatient, Shannon returned to the drawer and picked out a medium-sized dildo. Might as well have some fun while she waited. With that, she threw herself onto the bed and spread her legs, rubbing the dildo between her slick folds. She moaned softly as the tip brushed against her entrance. The young woman grabbed at her clothed breast, squeezing it as she teased her pussy.
Shannon shut her eyes and began to enjoy herself, pushing the toy past her entrance, letting it spread apart her walls. She cooed, enjoying the way the silicone toy rubbed her walls. She began imagining herself at the center of a large group, her mind creating detailed scenarios. She rubbed the toy against her G-spot, moaning loudly as the vivid images flashed in her mind. Right as she neared her climax, there was a knock on the door.
Shannon whined at the interruption, removing the toy from her slick pussy before gingerly opening the door. Her bbf stood there, a sly grin on his face.
"Took you long enough" She complained snarkily, pulling you into the room.
You grabbed her waist and pulled her in, pressing her body against yours, "and you look sluttier than ever."
"You picked it," she glared back.
In her low-cut top, you could see her cleavage well. Shannon was more well-endowed than you had thought. She took you by the hand to the bed, sitting you down.
“Let's just get this over with” she said, pushing down the top and revealing her tits to you. “I’ve been waiting all day, and I can’t wait anymore,” she said with a slight pout.
She lifted her skirt, displaying her dripping pussy and already slick thighs. Your eyes roamed over her body, taking in her toned, snatched waist, travelling down to her soft, delicate mound framed by long, slender legs. Shannon noticed you basically r*ping her with your gaze and giggled.
"Quit staring and come fuck me already, probably the only chance you'll ever get," she teased.
She undid the button of your pants and pulled it down, lifting your shirt over your shoulders right after. Shannon pushed you down onto the bed, jumping on you and rolling until you’re lying on top of her.
"Come on, fuck me, you know you want to," her voice laced with seduction, that cute little face looking up at you with those godforsaken fuck-me eyes.
"You really are a little slut aren't you."
You rub your cock against her slit, coating your cock in her nectar before pressing it against her entrance. You’re surprised by how easily you slip in. You groan as her warm walls cradle your cock as you’re pulled deeper into her.
Shannon moaned, reveling in the feeling of a real cock inside her. She didn’t bother to hold anything back. She filled the room with her angelic voice as you thrust into her tight cunt. You settled into a rhythm, mesmerized by the sight of her taking you, cheeks flushed with arousal. You drive your cock deeper into her, watching as her lithe body crumbled in the face of your assault.
Shannon pulled you to her chest, her soft mounds pressing against your face. You nip at her chest before sliding your mouth to one of her nipples, latching onto it and swirling your tongue around her soft nub. Her moans grew louder, the dual pleasure getting to her and slowly overwhelming her mind.
She hooked her legs around, pushing you deeper. “Fuck, that’s it. Harder.” She moans. You hold onto her waist and rammed your length into her. “Yes...” she moaned as your cock goes impossibly deep. “Fucking rail the shit out of me,” she says through gritted teeth.
You do as she commands. You treat this like the only chance you would have to fuck your girlbestfriend, thrusting as roughly and quickly as you can. Shannon's eyes flew wide open, crying out as you flood her body with pleasure. “Just like that,” she moans. “Fuck me just like that.”
As you’re taking care of the her, the door to the room opens. Shannon turned to look in shock.
"Who's there?!"
You smiled as a young woman appeared in the entrance.
“Come in." You turned to your gbf, "nobody said it'll be just me, her name's Hana, she's a friend. You made a bet, now you gotta pay the price."
Hana smirked and closed the door behind her, her eyes glued to Shannon's figure. “There’s a toy for you to use over on the drawer.” Hana looked over at the drawer and sees the double-sided strap-on. She blushed before grabbing it, stripping out of her clothes and putting it on.
You kept an eye on her as you continued to thrust into Shannon. Once you saw she was ready you grabbed Shannon's tight waist and rolled onto your back, leaving her straddling you. You pulled her closer until she was leaning over you, her tits hanging inches from your face.
Before she could adjust you brought a hand to her ass and spread her cheeks apart. “It’s already lubed up, so go ahead and put it in here.” Hana climbed onto the bed and positioned herself behind Shannon, the tip of the strapon hovering just above the other hole. You pause your thrusts, letting her line up the toy, pressing the tip to the puckered hole.
"Wait.."
"She's ready for it. Fuck her to your heart's desire. This cutie has already been impaling herself on my cock nonstop. I want you to break her.”
“Wait! No, please! It won't fit it you're still in..Fuck-ah!”
Before Shannon could finish her sentence, Hana plunged the strapon into her. You wait a moment, letting her enjoy her moment before you began to move. Shannon moaned softly, thoroughly embracing your cock and the strapon inside her, stretching her walls and rubbing against each other. Drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth as you and Hana begin to thrust at the same time. Hana moved quickly, ramming the length into Shannon with no regard for her nubile body.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck a little slut,” her thrusts sped up. Shannon struggled to form a response as pleasure coursed through her body. She moaned, and you could see her eyes roll to the back of her head. You and Hana thrust together, massaging her walls. Hana pressed her body against Shannon's, and you do the same, trapping her between your bodies.
“I’m cumming,” she whined, barely able to form the words. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock. You and Hana hold her still, keeping your cocks buried inside her. The second contraction brought you to orgasm, pouring your cum into her cunt, painting her walls and defiling her pure womb.
Just as you cum in her, the door opens again, and two men stepped in. You gestured them over.
Shannon's words slurred, her mind foggy, as Hana pulled out of her ass, leaving the warm hole gaping and giving you the space to pull out your cock from her cunt. You raised her off your body and moved to the side. “Alright, fellas, it’s your turn.”
The men quickly strip down, positioning themselves as you and Hana were moments ago. Shannon moaned as she felt two new cocks invade her body. She raised her head, only to be greeted by Hana’s strapon. Hana forced her lips around the toy, gradually pushing more of the strapon into her mouth.
You sit on the sidelines, taking in the scene of them having their way with her.
Shannon was in the throes of pleasure at this point, unable to form a thought and craving nothing but cock and cum. She was being filled in all three holes: Hana was thrusting her hips while holding her head, face fucking her to oblivion, while the two men pounded into their respective holes.
Shannon moaned loudly around Hana's strapon. The pleasure she felt was incredible. She could feel the men's cocks grinding against her insides, her body held in place as they fucked her like the free-use toy she was.
Shannon felt the cocks begin to throb. Her body clamped down on both cocks, desperate to be filled with more semen. As the men alternated thrusts, they began to speed up. Their climax came quickly and without warning. They both buried themselves deep inside her, filling her holes with their cum.
Shannon's eyes rolled back; the sight was enough to make Hana cum. The young woman wished she had a real cock, she would've loved to cum down her throat. For now, though, she enjoyed the lustful look Shannon had as the toy rammed the back of her throat. The trio continued to thrust until their energy gave out.
The door opened once more, and more people streamed in. You smirk, there had been no shortage of eager volunteers when you broadcasted the event. You talk to the new arrivals, making sure they document the whole process of your gbf's defilement and send everything to you at the end of the event. You grab your clothes and leave, letting Shannon's free-use night continue.
Sometime later, you get sent a couple of photos, Shannon could hardly be recognized under the copious amount of cum splattered on her face. Her fair skin glistened with the amount of semen covering her. In some photos, she’s lying on the bed, completely exhausted, but like the slut she is, there are other pictures where she looks lively, giving peace signs, completely cock-drunk.
You even get sent a short video of her massaging the semen on her body into her skin, groping her perky breasts. “I had a lot of fun today, can't wait for our next bet.” She ended the video by giving you a sly wink before blowing a kiss to the camera. You smile, another plan already forming in your head.
thinking about dad with my toy. trapping me in his arms as he uses it to play with my clit. pressing the button for all its modes- turning it on and turning it back off as I squirm in his lap, his tight grip nearly bruising.
he’s merciless until i’m finally begging him to let me cum- “oh? you wanna cum, kiddo? wanna cum for dad?” and i nod, all whiney and squirmy and hot for him. i can feel his bulge against my back and he holds my hips closer to stop them from moving.
he seems to think about it for a moment, still fiddling with the toy’s buzz settings before finally deciding. he kisses my forehead and the sigh of relief makes him nuzzle my cheek and gently nibble on my shoulder. he puts the toy to its highest setting and places it right on my clit, pushes it on me so i can really feel it.
my body winds tighter and tighter and with it, so does his grip. a moment later and i’m cumming- falling apart as he groans in my ear. i try to move my hips away but the grip he has on me makes it impossible. “nuh uh, kid..” he shakes his head and licks the nape of my neck while i’m trying to escape his grip, begging.
“pleasepleaseplease- dad- please wait please..”
“but i thought this was what you wanted?” and he pushes the vibe even harder down onto my clit until i’m screaming.
The tears rolling down Kade's cheeks sparkled in the dim light, coming in a near constant stream as she was brought to the edge over and over again, never being allowed to tip over into sweet release. J held her firm to his chest, caressing her with a tenderness that made her pussy flutter. V knelt by the bed, between her legs where they hung off the edge, hands gripping her thighs firmly but gently as he lapped greedily at her cunt.
The prom night had started like any other, then they brought that girl out. Kade couldn't take her eyes off her the entire time, her gaze glued to her schoolmate's innocent body being ravaged relentlessly, crying and begging as she was pumped full of seed. The scene left her dripping and wanting, it wasn't long before she quietly dmed two of the guys in her friend group, J and V, to meet her in her hotel room right after the event.
In the privacy of her room, Kade let her dress fall around her, revealing a matching set of lingerie, her bottoms already thoroughly soaked from secretly grinding against her chair during the dinner. The boys took the hint immediately, teaming up to lavish her with attention as they stripped her bare and laid her out on the bed. Their touches were gentle, their words were sweet, and the way they moved her was surprisingly tender.
They situated her on her back with V behind her, holding her legs up to her chest, as J slowly and carefully worked his lubricated fingers into her ass. The sensation alone had her squirming and whining, but they shushed her with soothing words and touches.
Once she had been thoroughly stretched open, they switched places, and both helped ease her ass down on J's cock to the hilt. The feeling of fullness on its own made her head spin, but that’s where it stopped. He didn’t thrust into her, didn’t roll his hips to get deeper, he just held her firm and still in his lap. Kade were confused, at first. But then V's mouth found her cunt.
Kade knew what they were doing now. At least, she knew their end goal. They wanted her thoroughly broken down. Ruined. A desperate, shaking mess, begging for mercy between moans and sobs. And they were succeeding.
V paid incessant attention to her cunt, licking and sucking mercilessly but always pulling back before she could cum. He somehow knew her well enough to recognize when she was getting close and always managed to get her right up to the precipice before stopping. It was driving her insane, but no amount of pleading would get him to listen to her.
A tear slid down her cheek, falling from her chin and landing on V's hand on her thigh as she lurched forward in desperation. His eyes flicked up and he groaned into her cunt at the sight of her tearstained face.
“So pretty,” he mumbled, diving back between your legs.
“So pretty,” J echoed. “Our pretty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Please…” Kade whispered as V brought her to the edge again. A sob tore from her chest as he pulled back, leaving her teetering without release.
“Soon, baby,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You’re almost ready.” She didn’t know what that meant, but sniffled and nodded anyway. She felt so loved, so worshipped and adored, and yet so powerless. It was overwhelming in its perfection and its cruelty.
V's mouth returned to her now desperately aching cunt. This time, as his lips wrapped around her clit, he gently pressed two fingers into her hole. The moan Kade let out was agonizing, pulled from deep within her. Her hands reached out toward his head, desperately trying to grip onto his hair and pull him closer. J caught her wrists before she got the chance, gently bringing her hands back to her chest and holding them there.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he cooed. “Just let him work.”
“Can I please cum this time?” she begged between moans. V shook his head without taking his mouth off her, curling his fingers slightly to graze her sweet spot.
“Not yet, sweetheart.”
Kade swallowed back a sob, her whole body trembling as she sped towards another orgasm she knew would be denied.
“Please..” It was useless and she knew it. V slowed the movement of his fingers, softened the suction around her clit, bringing her right to the edge before pulling away. She sobbed again, squirming against the hands holding her in place.
Kade trembled and held back her sobs as he slowly added a third finger to her cunt and pressed his tongue, hot and wet, onto her over-sensitive clit. He moved slowly but confidently, letting the simmering pleasure build steadily. J trailed kisses along the side of her head, down her cheek to the crook of her neck. She shivered, blinking back tears that wouldn’t stop coming. Every breath shuddered in her lungs, forced out in pathetic moans and whines. They brought her to the edge again and again until she had given up begging for release.
J pulled Kade back against him, scooting them back on the bed until she was in the center. V climbed up after, situating his own hips between hers. His cock was visibly throbbing, practically aching to be plunged into her. J lifted her hips as V took his cock in hand, guiding it into the heat of her cunt. All three groaned as he bottomed out, the fullness of her holes pressing all of them close together.
“Cover her eyes,” V said after a moment. J's unoccupied hand raised to cover the top half of Kade's face, temporarily blinding her. She whimpered, confused, and tried to squirm out of his hold. J shushed her and held her tighter, kissing the back of her head in reassurance.
Kade heard some rustling, felt V's weight on the bed shift, felt something small, cold, and hard press against the very tip of her still-pulsing clit. Then she heard a quiet click, and it burst to life. A low hum emanated from it as it vibrated powerfully against her clit. The moan it caused was more akin to a scream as her whole body tensed at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out. V wrapped an arm around her waist, the other holding the vibrator in place. Both boys moaned as her holes clenched around their cocks as the pleasure built.
“Please,” Kade pleaded again. “Can- please-” she cut herself off with a high moan, hips rutting against the vibrator, rocking against the cocks inside her.
“Yes, baby, you can cum now.”
His words were all the encouragement Kade needed, she finally fell over that edge, plunging into a long awaited, earth-shattering orgasm. The boys moaned in sync, one voice in each ear, as her body constricted around them. She hardly noticed, though. The blood rushing in her ears was deafening. She did notice, however, that the vibrator kept buzzing, even as she came down from her high. Kade whimpered, trying to squirm away from the stimulation.
“No, no, no, shhh,” J murmured, holding her tighter. “Just stay still, darling, you can take it.” V hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then her collar bone, then her neck. J followed his lead, kissing her neck on the other side.
Kade moaned loudly as, in perfect unison, they both bit the flesh of her neck and started to suck hickeys into her skin. The combination of pleasure and pain, mixed with her lingering desperation from her long session of edging, caused a second orgasm to start building within her.
“No,” she sobbed softly. “It’s too… too…”
“It’s okay, you can take it.”
She felt his cock twitch inside her as she only sobbed again, more tears falling down her cheeks and onto V's lips. He groaned softly, licking them up as they fell again.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry,” capturing her lips in his. J bit down on the back of her neck, forcing her to whine into V's mouth and more tears to fall in a near constant stream.
“Please,” Kade begged once V pulled away. “It’s just too much, I can’t-”
“You can,” J interrupted. “Just let it happen.”
Even though it was overwhelming, even though a part of her desperately fought against it, even though the sensation bordered on being painful, she wanted to obey. Kade let it happen. All three of them cried out, moans mixing into a harmony of pleasure as you came around them again. She could feel them throbbing inside her, barely able to hold back from fucking further into her. But they stayed still, holding her still as she came down, and the buzzing never stopped.
“Oh god,” she whispered, trembling from head to toe. They shushed her again, V reaching up to wipe her tears while J ran his fingers through her hair.
“You’re alright, just give us one more, okay?”
She sobbed again and shook her head slightly.
“I don’t… I can’t…”
“You can, love, you’re doing so well,”
“Just one more, just one. You can do it.”
“I- I don’t think I can,” Kade said between sobs and moans.
“I know you can do it. You’re so close, I can feel it, just let go.”
“I- I-” Kade stopped as J tugged on her hair, tilting her head back to look at him. He looked her in the eye as he spoke, voice low and commanding.
“Cum for us.”
And she did. Hard. She came so hard and moaned so loud that her ears started ringing and her vision whited out and all she could feel was the heat of them both around and inside her. And that heat only grew as they both came, spilling deep inside her, filling her up entirely. She could barely hear their moans, barely feel them kissing her all over.
Slowly and carefully, they pulled out of her, leaving her missing the warmth and the fullness they brought. Kade whined but they shushed her gently, caressing her skin and brushing her hair from her eyes. She felt one of them bring her in close, holding her tight to their chest and whispering praise and sweet nothings into her ear.
Kade hadn’t stopped crying yet, she didn’t think she could. Everything was so soft and warm but still too much and she clung closer to the one that held her, sobs picking up with renewed vigor. She heard them try to comfort her. She couldn’t make out the words, just the soothing tone of their voices as she was held tight.
Eventually, her cries died down and the world started to return to her. She became aware that she was sandwiched between the boys, both of their arms wrapping tightly around her. Kade smiled and snuggled deeper into their embrace, letting the warmth and safety they provided wash over her and lull her into a peaceful slumber.
