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.
