Shadow of Doubt
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She pouted. “Don’t you want to tell Leah all about your naughty fantasy, Shannon? I mean, we’re best friends, right? And best friends don’t have secrets, now do they?” she asked, waving the plug in front of my face. “You can answer me while you push this up your ass.”
I took the plug from her hand, slipping it under me and inverting it. Pressing it into the centre of my ass, the muscle stretched wider until it gave way and I grunted as the plug slipped into me and was ‘locked’ in place. “Ohhh ...” I moaned, eyes and teeth clenched tightly. Leah looked at me and waited while I caught my breath. “All right,” I finally managed. “B-But please don’t tell anyone, I-I couldn’t stand it.”
“On your feet. Face me.” I did as she said, wincing as the plug shifted. “It’s okay,” she continued. “I won’t tell ... But I can’t guarantee I won’t use this against you in the future,” she said, fanning her face with the pages.
“Please, Leah. This so isn’t a joke,” I whined.
“Come and sit at the vanity. You have to make yourself up like a slut.” With that she turned on her heel and exited the bathroom.
I followed and found her lying on my bed on her side, propped up on an elbow. “Sit down and get sorted out, Shannon. You have fifteen minutes. Just lay it on thick. Use bright colours. I’m going to read this aloud to you, so you can get in the mood. And get rid of the top, unless you want it ripped off you. Wait, maybe you do, I haven’t got that far yet,” she teased, flipping to the last page. “Oooo. You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?”
I wanted to protest but I was breathing too hard and didn’t trust my voice. Too nervous to think straight, I just peeled my tank off and reached for my make-up. My hands were shaking as Leah started reading aloud, and all I could think about was, ‘fifteen minutes to go ...’
When I was younger, I had a recurring dream, baby, and I often play it over in my mind when I masturbate.
I go to a club with a couple of old girlfriends from high school, with the plan to party all night then sleep at their place. We dance and party and I drink way too much. The guys we are dancing with tell me how beautiful I am, how good I look and start playing with my butt, giving it squeezes and little slaps. At first it feels nice, and kind of naughty, having guys caress my ass or whistle when one raises the back of my miniskirt a little. I’m being passed from guy to guy and I’m so far gone all I can do is wiggle and giggle. I get passed to a new guy who promptly goes way further. He’s a really big guy and he leans down and whispers in my ear, “You are such a hot little slut.” He pulls me into him and slips his hand between my legs from behind. He starts roughly rubbing my pussy back and forth, right there on the dance floor. His other hand clamps onto my butt and he lifts me off the floor. With my legs wrapped around his muscular thigh, he parades me in a circle, letting everyone see his fingers rubbing between my legs. My head is spinning. I’m being treated like slutty trash and it makes my cunt cream.
“You are so bad, Shannon,” Leah commented before continuing.
I laid on the make-up, trying to hide the naturally crimson colour of my face. My pussy was leaking on the white leather vanity chair. “Please, Leah ...”
“Oh, be quiet. This is fun! We’re sharing!”
His friends’ egg him on and he makes exaggerated ‘Mmmm, mmmm’ sounds and starts dry humping me, bouncing me on his thigh. My pussy froths and my clit pulses. He makes faces at his friends and I hear one girl call me a slut in a loud voice. Others join in and suddenly I’m being called a whore and a fucktoy and the big guy hoists my mini up around my waist. He carries me around and uses his fingers to work my wet thong over and over my crackling cunt. Strangers are smacking my ass and pinching my exposed skin and all I can do is clamp my legs around the big guy’s thigh and hold onto his shoulders so I don’t fall backwards. The lights around me swirl and the blurred faces of leering guys come in and out of my consciousness. My eyes fall on my two girlfriends and they’re pointing at me, laughing in utter disgust.
I’m dazed and in moments I’m being laid on a waist-high circular table. I feel dizzy and wrap my fingers around the edge of it, holding on. The big guy grabs both my ankles in one hand and lifts my ass up off the edge of the table. My thong shreds as he grips the back of it and rips it from my body. I groan and flush. I’m bottomless in a club full of people!
With strong hands tightly gripping my calves, the big guy pushes my knees up and out, spreading me lewdly. “Look at the whore, she’s fucking dripping!” he says, motioning his friends closer. I’m trembling in fear and arousal. I can feel how hot and wet I am. I can feel how swollen I am, and I can imagine what I look like. I try to lift my head but hands grab my wrists and others press down on my shoulders. My own hands are held against hard cocks covered in denim. People are gathering around and calling me names and I can’t do anything but writhe on the table.
Almost in shock, I finally find my voice and begin to struggle. “Please. I don’t want this. Please!”
I can see my two girlfriends standing over me and laughing. “You should all fuck her,” says Tina.
“She’s a slut. We always knew she was,” Melissa agrees.
“God, Shannon,” Leah said hotly, lifting her knee and spreading her legs. Her fingers caressed over her thin panties as she rolled onto her back. She started again ...
“No, please! Don’t!” I beg weakly, stunned and wondering if maybe I AM a slut.
“Watch this!” the big guy says to his friends, pushing two thick fingers straight up my cunt. The sudden invasion makes me gasp, and my eyes roll back in my head, back arching. I can hear laughter as my mind screams, but my restrained body trembles in a humiliating gesture of acquiescence. “Look at her go,” the big guy says, smiling right at me. “I told you she was a fuckin whore.”
I moan in frustration as I struggle to fuck back at the maddening fingers, while my girlfriends tear open my blouse and buttons fly. They rip off my bra, tossing it into the cheering crowd. “Look at these whore tits,” Melissa says through gritted teeth, pinching my nipples and pulling them in every direction. “You fucking love it, don’t you, Shannon? You’re a slut, come on, admit it!”
“No! Oohhhh ... I’m not! Don’t do this! Ohh Goddd ... Please, someone stop this!”
“Who’s gonna help you, whore?” the big guy asks. “We just want to treat you like you’ve always wanted. Like meat.” He spits at me and I feel the wet splat of his saliva hitting my stomach. I shudder as he pinches my clit, fucking my drenched pussy harder and harder with his fingers. “Hold her down. The slut will cum in a minute. Then she’s anybody’s.”
My friends dig their nails into my breasts and my arms and shoulders are held fast. I crane my head up, fascinated by the jeering crowd of strangers yelling encouragement to my tormenters, calling me every name in the book, and laughing at the cute blonde slut rapidly losing her mind. Awash with shame I close my eyes and roll with the humiliation, fucking back at the fingers as hard as I can, my thigh muscles straining and the moans in my throat bursting free. “Ohhh, noooo ... Oooohhhhh ... pleeeaaseee stoppppp ...”
“Oh, shut up,” hisses Melissa, slapping my face softly and laughing. “You know you fucking love it.”
“Noooo ... stopppp ...” I cry, tears of shame streaking my cheeks as my pelvis thrusts at the fingers.
“Pinch her tits, Tina,” Melissa suggests, slapping my face again. “Since you won’t shut up, say you’re a dirty fucktoy. Go on!”
“Noooo ... pleeaaseee ... I’m notttt ... Oohhhh ... Godddd ...”
“SAY IT!” she screams, slapping my face harder, shocking me. My mouth drops open but I can’t find my voice. “Say you’re a cock sucking slut! Say you wanna be fucked!” Tina twists my nipples savagely and Melissa slaps me harder still. The guy fucking his fingers up my cunt pushes in a third and changes up a gear. He pinches my clit harder and I see stars.
“Oohhhhhhhhhfffuuuccckkkkkkk! I’m a-a-a slut I w-want cocks ... ohhh myyyy Goddddd ...”
God, baby. I’ve been tortured by this dream for years now and when I close my eyes and think of it, I can just cum and cum. Please forgive me baby, your sweet girl has a nasty little slut inside.
Leah put down the last page, then looked and me and shook her head. “I always knew you had a nasty little slut inside,” she said, winking.
“Leah!” I squealed, almost dropping my lipstick.
“Oh, come off it, I bet your cunt is soaked. Fuck, mine is.” She lay back on my bed, pulling aside her panties and running her fingers over her glistening slit.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone,” I said, staring.
“I will if you eat my cunt again,” she said looking at me and cocking an eyebrow.
“A-All right,” I said far too quickly, starting to get up from the vanity.
“You are fucking hopeless. Finish your face,” she said, chuckling. I slumped back in the chair and looked at myself. I looked like a whore already with the gaudy blue eye shadow I hadn’t worn in years and the purple blush on my cheeks. I started to feel like one and could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. “Christ Shannon, you are so fucking chicken. Look, I promise I’ll keep the details a secret, okay? Jeez, focus, will you? It’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? A whole bunch of guys, fucking you half to death?”
“I-I don’t know if I can handle it,” I whispered, picking up my dark red lipstick.
“What do you mean?” she asked, straightening her black satin skirt. She sat up on the side of my bed.
“It’s ... Oh! I can’t say it!”
“C’mon, Shannon ... it’s okay ... all games aside, it’s a fantasy, right? All those guys? Forcing themselves on you? It’s a dream come true! You should be ecstatic!”
“But I want it too much!” I blurted, then covered my mouth. I could feel a tear trickling down my cheek.
“Ahhhh. I see.”
“I mean, how can they force me when I can’t make myself not want it? I’m going to ruin everything!”
“Jesus, Shannon, you are so naïve. And so adorable. Just pretend!”
“Pretend?”
“Of course. Jesus, everyone in there knows you want it. All you have to do is pretend you don’t! You can pull it off. It’ll be great!”
“You don’t underst-”
She interrupted me. “You’re going to get exactly what you need, Shannon.”
“Oh, God Leah ...”
“Just act like you don’t want it.”
“But, Leah! They’re friends! They’re going to use me! Force me! Treat me like a whore! I might just be acting, but eventually I’ll love it! They’ll know what I’m like! They’ll know how nasty I get! Jesus, they will have fucked me! How will I ever face them! How will I look them in the eye?”
“You really don’t get it, do you?” she asked incredulously.
“Get what?”
“It’s a fucking scene, honey. This is a one off, no one is gonna talk about it. It’s a scene!”
“A scene?”
“Jesus, fuck. You are so sheltered,” she said, checking her watch. “Let me lay it out for you, and then we have to go. Fix your hair. Here’s the thing ... What’s happened so far today is the satisfying of your fantasies, right?” I nodded, hurriedly running a brush through my hair. “And you asked for them to be fulfilled, didn’t you?”
“Well, kind of ...” I replied, half-heartedly. She looked at me in the mirror and I sighed. “Yes.”
“And Johan organised everything, right?” I nodded, knowing she was right. “And Johan wants to make your fantasies come true, right?”
This can’t be happening. “No, no!”
“He wants to, honey,” she implored. I put my brush down and looked at my hands, wringing them together. I knew what was coming. “And you want to please him, don’t you?” God! This lifestyle drives me nuts sometimes! I nodded weakly, swallowing. “Honey, you are going in there, to have the time of your life, one way or another. Fuck, I can’t believe you are hesitating. Isn’t this your biggest fantasy?”
“But they’re friends!”
“And they are fucking gorgeous. God, Shannon, if Johan chooses to bring about a group forcing scene, he’s not going to use strangers, is he?”
I whispered, trembling, “N-No.”
“Then it stands to reason that he has considered your fantasies carefully and orchestrated their fulfilment. All for you. He is being the best partner a woman like you could have.”
I looked up from my shaking hands and nodded softly. Leah was standing right behind me while I sat at the vanity. She put my leather collar around my neck and buckled it tight. She must have found it in the bedside drawer.
“It’s too tight,” I wheezed.
“It has to be tight so your throat is nice and snug for all the cocks, honey,” Leah replied seriously.
“But I can’t breathe,” I whispered.
“Alright, one eyehole, but that’s all.”
“Thank you,” I croaked. Leah loosened the collar and re-buckled it. It was still very tight. I could just slide a finger under it. It was buckled high on my neck, right under the part that moved when I swallowed. The guys were going to love me. A tight collar like this would give extra stimulation to Johan’s huge prick. It would be really tight from the head to about two inches down his eight-inch shaft as he pushed it in and out of my throat.
I already knew one of the other cocks was even bigger than Johan’s, but Fi and Debbie told me it would be a nice surprise and wouldn’t tell me which of their husbands was hung like a horse. Leah and I looked at each other in the mirror.
“You’re thinking about sucking cocks, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes.”
She smiled. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long now,” she said, fluffing up my hair. “I’ve been asked to blindfold you before you get to the games room.”
I bit my lip again. I wanted to touch myself. I looked down. My clit was sticking out like a jellybean, and was twice as hard. I was so wet between my legs. I clenched my thighs as Leah drew the silk scarf around my eyes and tied it at the back of my head. She was all done and stroked my hair. “Relax honey, we have a couple of minutes.”
I’m going to get so fucked. I bit my lip. My skin was hot all over. Without warning Leah took my nipples between her fingers and thumbs and started rolling them. They were already achy. She leaned down and whispered menacingly in my ear. She sounded so different.
“I’ve been going about this all wrong, haven’t I?”
“L-Leah?”
“Yeah,” she said, rolling my nipples harder. “I’ve just figured it out.”
“W-What?” I gasped, clenching my fists.
“You’re afraid you’ll like it too much, right?” I nodded. I couldn’t say it again. “You’re afraid of enjoying how they treat you. You’re afraid you want it ... Need it ... And that’s why you are such a little fucking slut. Because you are going to be memorable, aren’t you? They are going to talk about this for years.” She licked my ear and I shuddered. “They’re gonna tell their friends, and they’ll tell theirs ...”
“Nooo ...”
“Soon enough, everyone will know. Everyone will know just what a nasty little slut you really are ...”
“Noooo ... Leah! Please!”
“Shannon Bree Stollson, ‘the girl who likes to be forced’. Strangers will be forcing their cocks into you whenever and wherever they want. Eventually you’ll be getting phone calls, won’t you, fucktoy?” She pinched my nipples hard.
“Ohhhh ... Nooooo ...”
“Oh, yes. Phone calls from
strangers ... Telling you they are going to follow you and fuck you in packs ... Guys pulling you into alleys and fucking you, then sending you into the street with cum running down your legs and splattered across your face ...” She pulled my nipples hard.
“Oh, God! Please, Leah! Don’t!”
“Open your legs!”
“Noooo ... I’m not wet! I’m not! I don’t want this! I’m not a slut!”
Leah slid her tongue into my ear and my legs opened involuntarily, nipples throbbing ferociously. “Clasp your hands together behind your back.”
I did as she told me, fumbling hands shaking. “Please, Leah! Don’t tell anyone, please! Tell them not to tell! Oh, Godddd ...”
Leah slid two fingers into me, the pad of her thumb resting on the root of my tortured clit. I could only imagine how I looked. “You love it, you little whore. Look how wet you are ... Come on, open your mouth for Leah ...”
“Ohhh ...” I moaned mindlessly as she pushed her dripping fingers between my lips. I sucked them hard, whipping my tongue around them without being asked. “Mmmm ... Mmmmm ...” I murmured. I was so horny. I just wanted her to finger me some more. I could have cum so soon. Suddenly Leah pulled her fingers from my mouth and took hold of my hair, making a fist and hoisting me to my feet. “Ohhh Goddd ...”
“C’mon, fucktoy. It’s time to show the boys just what a wanton little slut you become when they force themselves on you.”
“Nooo ...” I whimpered pitifully. “Owww ...”
When I was on my feet, Leah grabbed me by the ear and led me downstairs to the games room. It was somehow comforting to feel her hand slapping my ass all the way down the hall. I knew I deserved to be spanked. I was a bad girl. And I was ashamed of myself for being so wet and horny. But I couldn’t help it.
Exhausted and with an excess of adrenaline pumping, I stumbled along, taking huge gulps of air and trying to cover my ass with my clasped hands. Finally we stood outside the doorway, the only sound my ragged breathing as Leah hesitated. “Just wait here, Shannon. I’ll clue them in,” she said, releasing her grip on my ear and leaving me standing there, shivering in fear and unspeakable arousal.