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.
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“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…
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.
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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.
Ava should have clarified when they asked her if she wanted to participate in the running for prom queen. Now here she was, trapped in a pillory on stage, head and wrists locked within a thick wooden block, her legs spread wide with a metal bar between them.
She protested as they ripped her dress to shreds, revealing her luscious, curvy figure, put on display for the whole student body to see. She was at their mercy now. A pair of hands brushed gently over her exposed skin, grabbing her perky breasts and pinching her nipples, making her whimper at their touch.
Ava's face flushed as a hand slid through the wet folds of her pussy. She couldn't help a moan escaping her lips as they inserted two fingers into her dripping hole, clenching around the intrusion. The fingers pulled out, thoroughly coated in her nectar, and she felt a tongue going from her hole up her clit a couple of times before it started licking her butthole, causing her to shiver at the new sensation.
More hands ran through her slit, wandering all over her body, going down her legs, caressing her waist and breasts, gliding across her navel, down her freshly shaven cunt. The relentless touching sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her naughty pussy was practically dripping at this point, her love juices pooling beneath her.
The next moment, she felt a warmth running through her folds. Someone's tongue was invading her pussy, making her moan helplessly, shame invading her body. Whoever it was eagerly devoured her drenched hole, lapping up her juices with reckless abandon, nearly sending her over the edge.
Just as her climax was about to crest, he stopped licking her, replacing his tongue with his cock. Ava's eyes widened in fear as he teased her entrance, "please.. "
He matched his movement with her breathing and shoved his length inside her in one go as she exhaled. His shaft was thicker and longer than anything she had ever experienced. "Ahhhh!" she moaned loudly for a second before being shut by another cock entering her mouth.
Neither of the men waited for her to adjust before they started pounding into her. The one in her pussy was kind enough to play with her sensitive clit, while the man in her mouth face fucked her, ruthlessly thrusting into her petite throat.
Ava's senses were completely overwhelmed, all she could hear was her own loud gurgling while his balls smashed repeatedly against her chin, her drool smearing all over her face. She tried to focus on her breathing, telling herself to calm down, only for panic to surge through her as she felt herself suffocate on the massive cock stuck in her throat, desperately struggling against her restraints.
Her protests and moans made her throat vibrate, bringing the man in her mouth to his orgasm. He thrust deep in her throat, flooding her windpipe with thick ejaculate, but took his cock out halfway through his climax, painting her mouth and her nose with his cum. A part of his jizz flew higher, covering her eyes while she coughed for air, whimpering and clenching her pussy while still getting fucked.
They let her catch some air before another man stepped in front of her, his cock heading straight for her mouth. She let out a whine before her throat was occupied again. This time, she almost swallowed his whole length, thanks to all the spit she had produced.
After a couple more minutes, she felt both men twitch inside of her. She clenched her walls helplessly as her debauched body chased for more pleasure. The man behind her released everything he had inside her cunt as the other man spurted his semen into her throat.
Ava's heart broke as she felt the foreign substance invade her insides from both ends. Her head hung, breathing heavily, semen dripping out from the corners of her mouth, her pussy leaking in a similar fashion.
She felt them tinker with the spreader bar keeping her legs apart, sighing with relief as the shackles were removed. However, any hope of her being freed were quickly dashed as a set of hands grabbed her left leg. They lifted it to the side and then some, leaving her lower body in a standing split position while her upper body was still trapped in the pillory, twisting her torso to an uncomfortable extent.
Slowly, the man aligned his tip with her pussy, pressing against her slit with barely controlled restraint. As she wondered why he didn't just shove it in, a set of hands spread her ass, and another one lubed up her butthole, inserting two fingers carelessly. Ava groaned and clenched her muscles, accidentally rubbing her clit on the man's cock. Before she could even adjust, the fingers stopped and exited her butt, and the man reaccommodated himself.
She whimpered loudly. Two shafts entered her body. One in her pussy, the other in her asshole, both going fully in, almost pinching her walls between them. They did not wait a moment before pounding into her holes. Ava's body exploded with pleasure. She tried hard to stop her moans from turning into whimpers, pursing her lips to keep them in.
A hand forced her to give up on that attempt. She felt a couple of fingers pressing on her nose, preventing her from breathing. She shook her head, desperately trying to pull away, but the pillory kept her firmly in place. With no other option, she opened her mouth to breathe.
The man pinching her nose released her quickly and shoved his dick into her mouth. She gave up for a moment, focusing on breathing through her nose while she licked the man's glans and sucked it after recovering.
Ava knew she'd be fucked airtight at some point that night, she was a three-end fleshlight and nothing more. They pinched her nipples, sending a shock through her already overstimulated body. Her whimper muffled on the cock she had in her mouth. She renounced control over her body, focusing on opening her throat for whoever shoved his manhood in her pipe, and the pleasure from having two clocks filling her holes. She moaned, whimpered, gagged, and gurgled, her body constricting around the cocks stuffing her like the fuck meat she was.
Just when she was about to break from the relentless assault, the shaft in her cunt twitched, and the man exploded inside her. Ava hummed, embracing the warmth it generated inside of her. As soon as he was done depositing his seed inside her pussy, the man moved away without interrupting the ones in her ass and mouth. Before she could adjust to an empty pussy, she felt someone taking his place, quickly shoving his cock inside her.
The sudden insertion of the stranger's dick made her squirm and clench her puckerhole involuntarily, triggering the orgasm of the man fucking her guts. He was ruthless, ramming her ass while he shot his sperm as deep as he could.
Again, as soon as the man exited her butthole, a different shaft took its place. 'How.. many?' She asked herself, already losing count and forgetting her question as a wave of cum flooded her mouth.
Ava had no choice but to swallow it, and open her lips to welcome the next dick. Their hands roamed her body while they used her without respite, overwhelming her senses and turning her brain to mush.
Out of nowhere, the three men using her holes went full speed, quickly changing her whimpers into a panted flow of moans interrupted by her gurgling, until her body surrendered to her first climax of the night.
The sensation was beyond embarrassing. Ava felt her orgasm, but it was theirs completely. They had taken her there. They had forced her body to enjoy their cocks. They, strangers, filled her with their seed, turning her into their little fucktoy.
To her relief, the men pulled out and stepped away as she came down from her orgasm. 'Is it finally over?'
"Alright! Now it's time for our beloved audience to have a go!"
You could practically see the light go out in Ava's eyes as she saw her fellow schoolmates get up from their seats and approach the stage. They had spent the last half hour seeing her get violated and we're itching to put the prom queen in her place. It was a long night, and by the time they were done, Ava was nothing but an unrecognisable, cum covered mess. The prom queen sash dropped unceremoniously over her neck, a grim reminder of the ordeal she had to endure for the title.
“N-Now now boys… one at a time, please…” Chloe was stuttering, attempting to use her practiced feminine charm in a desperate attempt to maintain at least some semblance of control. That was her plan at least, but her fear was clearly evident in her trembling voice as the six prisoners surrounded her like wolves cornering their prey as she backed away from them.
She was grabbed and thrown to the floor. Chloe's vision blurred as they picked her up again and slammed against the bench, her arms pinned to the sides and head slumped groggily against the hard wood. Someone grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her head forward and she felt something slowly force itself into her delicate mouth.
It was big... too big. Her jaw ached as it pushed itself further than she ever thought possible. Chloe gagged, tears forming, body writhing against the strong arms pinning her down. The cock retracted, giving her a slight reprieve, only to slam in again with renewed vigor. Her body convulsed as the dick punished the back of her throat relentlessly, desperately trying to take in air, legs flailing uselessly as her mouth was violated.
The brutal facefucking gave Chloe no chance to defend herself. Her face reddened with shame as tears flowed down her pre-cum coated cheeks. She felt the cock swell, and a rush of thick warm liquid was pumped directly down her throat, coating her oesophagus as she struggled to breathe. When he finally pulled out, her gag reflex activated, causing her to vomit a mixture of cum and saliva all over her chest.
Chloe noticed someone pull her zipper down, feeling the cold air on her hefty breasts and soft abdomen. Rough hands groped her tits and circled her nipples, massaging the slop into her skin. She barely had time to recover before another cock replaced it's predecessor, once again stuffing her throat full, cutting off her oxygen supply.
In a daze she felt the bottom of her bodysuit being ripped apart, revealing her moist nethers. Thick fingers rubbed against her clit, someone's moist tongue slurped on her pussy, and more fingers jammed up her ass.
Having all her erogenous zones stimulated at once was something Chloe could have never prepared herself for. "Mhhhh, uughhh" she couldn't help but moan around the dick assaulting her throat. It wasn't long before she was overwhelmed by the multitude of hands pleasuring her. Her body trembled against her will and jerked as a stream of liquid shot out from her urethra.
"What a fucking whore," the men laughed and mocked her. "Aww, our little officer just wet herself in front of her prisoners, little slut. Don't worry, we'll make you squirt over and over today."
Another load was deposited into her throat, prompting another round of her body seizing as she choked up cum. Some of them were jacking off over her vulnerable body, and now the sight of her choking and gagging on cum made them reach their limit. They ejaculated all over her, thoroughly coating her pretty face and brown hair in semen.
Just as she thought her ordeal was over, she noticed one of the men positioning himself between her legs, his cock aimed at the helpless pussy before him. Chloe's eyes widened in fear, trying to struggle out, her efforts useless against his accomplices still pinning her petite body down. Without hesitating, he thrust in brutally, penetrating her wet cunt, still dripping from being pleasured endlessly earlier.
Chloe's squealed as it pounded against her deepest recesses, her body stiffening at the sudden intrusion. Another man wiggled under her and penetrated her pink asshole, robbing her anal virginity, causing her to arch her back as she screamed in pain. She opened her mouth to protest, only to get another dick jammed into her throat.
In just a few seconds, Chloe had lost all hope of escaping from the gangrape. She struggled and fought but all was futile. In just a few minutes, the three guys creampied their respective holes. As Chloe felt hot seed enter her holes, she recognised the futility of her resistance, and submitted to the group, lifelessly accepting whatever happened to her.
Her holes were repeatedly raped and countless hands groped at her body. They took turns changing positions, using her body as they fancied, treating her like a common fuckdoll.
After an hour of abuse, the group finally left, laughing as they headed to find another victim, exposing a completely wasted Chloe lying in a puddle of semen. Her ripped bodysuit was thoroughly stained white with cum, and in shreds, doing nothing to hide her debauched form. Her pretty face and smooth hair now caked with white cream, her pale skin dyed white and smelly seed flowing out of her open holes.
Her expression was one of fatigue and emptiness, her spirit completely broken after having been brought to orgasm by her rapists countless times. The pretty aspiring police officer looked more like a worthless and used public cum dumpster.
Date idea but it’s just edging her until she's physically trembling and whining in your arms begging you to just let her cum. Edging her until she's so sensitive and desperate she gets emotional and cry and promise she'll do anything for you if you just let her cum once. Cry some more for me, darling. Your helpless pleading makes me so fucking hard.
Get her so incredibly high that she can’t even fight you off anymore. Then tie her helpless body to a table and turn her into a test subject. Force her to take all sorts of objects and toys in her tiny holes just to see how her body reacts and takes it. Overstimulate and edge her repeatedly, watching as her mind and body slowly breaks for you.
Delaine winced, her muscles burned, body stretched uncomfortably over a reclined, padded chair. It was just supposed to be a media preview day for the new HHN haunted house, but here she was, wrists tied together and firmly secured just above her head, legs forced wide, leaving everything on display.
She had barely took a couple steps into the pitch-black darkness before rough hands grabbed her, forcefully ripping off her costume and restraining her into the chair sporting nothing but her skimpy black bra and panties. A spotlight flared to life, illuminating Delaine and the contraption holding her tight, vulnerable body.
A stiff leather strap firmly wrapped over her tiny waist, pinning her body to the chair. Her legs were spread apart, more leather restrains strapping down her thighs and ankles. She blushed, realising just how vulnerable she was, completely bound in place, her dignity held together by two miniscule pieces of fabric.
A man stepped out into light, holding up a vial of pink liquid. Delaine's body stiffened in shock as he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. He stared into her watering eyes, prying her mouth open and emptying the vials contents down her throat. Delaine spat out whatever liquid was left in her mouth.
"What the fk is going on? What did you even feed me!" Delaine thrashed against her restraints, desperately trying to pry herself away.
"It's all part of the experience, just relax and enjoy it."
The voice echoed behind her. Delaine craned her neck trying to see where it came from but she was firmly tied in place. She opened her mouth to protest, however, her mind turned fuzzy. Her whole body started to feel warm, her breathing growing heavy as she tried to stifle the strange noises bubbling up in her throat. A soft moan escaped her mouth, prompting the man to kneel at the foot of the chair, positioning himself in between her spread legs.
"Wait, what are you doing."
Cold, unhurried fingers slipped between her legs, dragging across her glistening slit, parting her slick folds without preamble. Delaine gasped, bucking in the chair, but her restraints held her open, helpless.
"Please... don't... no... don't do this..."
He ignored her and pressed two fingers inside her, working her open, slow at first, then suddenly rough, fingers curling deep and without warning.
Delaine's toes curled as she's penetrated, moaning as his fingers explored her tight little pussy. The slick sound of her own body echoed around the room. He twisted his hand, forcing another wave of heat through her, causing her breath to catch in humiliation and startled pleasure.
She tried, she tried to swallow the moans, tried to close her legs, tried to be anywhere but here. But the friction builds, spiralling higher, the sensation too much—pleasure knotted tight with shame and fear, every muscle quivering as he pumped his fingers harder, circling her clit with his thumb until she was gasping, moaning, legs shaking. She could feel her orgasm nearing, every stroke bringing her closer to the edge. He stopped abruptly, eliciting a frustrated whine from her as he withdrew his hand.
“Pathetic. Messy already. Didn’t say you can come.”
Delaine bit her lip, tears threatening. He worked her closer—pushing, circling, never giving enough. Every time her hips trembled, every time she whimpered, he paused.
She was a mess, panting and wriggling pathetically, face flushed bright red. Her head swam with both panic and need, desperate for some relief. She couldn't help the needy noises that spilled from her mouth, practically begging him to take her.
“How absolutely pitiful you are,” he cooed, kneeling before her dripping pussy to admire her pathetic expression.
"Pleasee, let me cum.. I can't take it anymore," Delaine pleaded, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
"Alright, you heard her, time for the reveal."
The lights flickered on, illuminating her surroundings previously shrouded in shadow. She was on a small stage, a curtain obscuring her view. A mechincal clinking sound echoed somewhere behind her, and the curtain opened slowly, revealing rows of seats facing the stage.
Delaines eyes widened. Seated were her close friends, classmates, cca mates, all equally in shock at seeing her almost completely naked body stretched out, legs wide open revealing her profusely dripping pussy. Her face flushed red in embarrassment and humiliation.
"What is this? You sick bastards! Let me go!"
"Weren't you just begging to come? We can't let such a precious moment go without a proper audience."
Delaine could see some of the guys in the crowd palming themselves through their pants, while others had their phones out, no doubt recording her defilement. Even the girls were whispering among themselves, the words slut and whore being thrown about. The man once again knelt between her legs, this time brandishing a bright pink dildo the size of her forearm.
"Oh god no... Please!" Delaine begged, turning her head and starting to sob as he brought the toy up to her dripping, waiting pussy, teasing her folds before easing into her. She shuddered and gasped as he pushed it in, inch by inch.
"Oh God..." she gurgled, eyes rolling back into her head as she arched against the restraints, her muscles tensing as she struggled to accommodate the girth. He began thrusting in and out, arousing a mixture of whimpers and moans, each stroke sending waves of heat throughout her body.
His other hand slid down her abdomen to toy with her clit, thumbing it while he worked on her pussy. Delaine squirmed helplessly, every sensation overwhelming her once again. She was soon reduced to pitiful, moaning, "No... no... no..." over and over again as he drove her ever closer to the edge.
"AHHhhhh... GOD!" She cried out as the climax slammed through her. Delaine shivered and shook all over, limbs straining against her bonds. Her stomach contracted as she squirted violently, fluids completely soaking the ground beneath her and nearly drenching the front row. She laid there, exhausted and defeated, looking to her friends for comfort only to be met with disgusted gazes.
"Please... help me..."
Then, before she even caught her breath, his fingers were inside her again—faster this time, crueller, relentless. He drove her forward with merciless precision, no patience for pleading, every motion designed to wring the worst from her. The shame was molten and inescapable; her body rocked against the restraints, thighs trembling, the chair groaning beneath her hips.
Her vision blurred at the edges. The slick sounds of her arousal were deafening. She begged, incoherent, but he doesn’t even flinch—his free hand clamped down on her mouth, smothering her protests and moans.
The sensation crested and broke—her second orgasm tore through her like wildfire, heat and ruin in its wake. Pleasure crashed into pain, shame tangled with want as she sobbed, gasping, boneless in the chair.
He didn’t stop, not even then. Not even when she begged, not even when her body convulsed uncontrollably, and her juices pooled on the floor. His fingers kept working, merciless, dragging her up again and again, refusing her even a moment to breathe. One orgasm slammed into the next, until she was incoherent, whimpering, mind wiped clean by sensation and shame, her body trembling, spent, utterly at his mercy.
Delaine blacked out somewhere after her fifth orgasm. Not like that stopped him from bringing her shivering, unconscious body to a sixth. When she finally came to the room was empty. They had untied her wrists but left the rest of her body still strapped in, leaving her to slowly undo her restrains one by one.
She pushed herself off the chair, only to collapse to the floor as her legs gave out under her. Delaine dragged herself back up, stumbling to the exit. A female attendant greeted her with a warm smile.
"Hope you had a great experience with us, we can't wait for your sponsored review post!"
Delaine stared at her as she draped an oversized HHN merch shirt over her, covering her up. The attendant guided her into the back of a cab, flashing her another cheery smile before handing her her phone and what remained of her costume in a bag. The ride home was a long one, glimpses of her defilement and humiliation flashing across her mind periodically.
She would be tagged in countless stories and posts over the next few days, prompting her to deactivate her socials. The memory of that night would continue to haunt her dreams for months, while the clips and pictures her friends had captured would resurface every few weeks, plunging her into a never-ending cycle of shame and humiliation.
