by Gabi Moore
“You like that?” cooed a third, dirty sounding voice. “You fucking like that, you little slut?”
Maybe I moaned, maybe I didn’t.
A finger entered me, and then another. My hungry body stretched and swallowed them, the electric ache inside me spreading deeper in. A tongue was at my clit. All along the length of both of my legs, I felt hands. More hands than I could count, all touching me, caressing me, pulling me open so I could take more. Hands were on my feet. At my waist. I was surrounded.
Soon, I lost the ability to distinguish the sensations hitting my body. I only knew that I was hot, and that easy waves of full, delicious pleasure were beginning to peak and roll inside me. Instinctively, my hips rose and fell off the leather of the swing, and I pulsed and lifted my body in time with the waves that pulsed through me. The hands and fingers and tongues followed, stroking me to a slow, gorgeous frenzy.
Hot breath close to my face made me open my eyes. The broad, strong face of a man was before me, smiling darkly, his lips parted as though he was about to eat me. Somewhere off to the distance, the sound of primal electronic music blurred the edges of moans and cries from others in here with me. But those women were a universe away from me now. All that I could feel now was my own aching clit and the almost painful throbs of pleasure beaming out from it.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, eyeing me intently. “You like this?”
I smiled at him and shut my eyes again, and felt his lips fall onto my collarbone and neck as he kissed me, groaning with approval.
“All these men are going to fuck you,” he said. “Every single one of them. Do you think your dirty little cunt can take all of that?” he said, and I lifted my hips again, groaning against the weight of him against me.
They would gang up on me and fuck me till …till what? Till I came? Till I passed out? Till I told them to? No, they would fuck me until they were done with me, and I would lay there and be their little slut until each and every one of them was satisfied.
He kissed his way down my flanks and landed again at my clit, where the other two were still finger fucking me. In my restraints, I managed to lean down into it further, and they muttered and laughed at this together.
“Good little whore,” said a voice.
In went another finger, and maybe another – I was so hot and swollen it could have been anything, all I knew is that it felt good, and I wanted more. Shivering waves of pleasure jolted through me as their masculine fingers buried their way deep inside, right into the warm, liquid parts of me.
“I’m going to come…” I mumbled, to nobody in particular.
Someone slapped my ass, hard. The sting made my eyes shoot open and I saw them all at once, standing frozen around me and smirking mischievously at my helpless body.
“Don’t you dare come yet, bitch,” said one. They were mean. They were bad boys. They were the schoolyard bullies, the group of rough older brothers who wouldn’t play nice. I fucking loved it.
My hips quivered as I focused hard to catch the tail end of my orgasm, then I breathed deeply and relaxed again, staring at them submissively.
“There’s a good girl. Don’t you fucking go anywhere …we’re just getting started.”
For a moment I saw myself suspended there, a lone female figure, naked and with the most vulnerable, pink folds of my body well-exposed. My well-worn pussy was as hungry as ever. A man in the group yanked a belt from his trouser loops and tossed it aside, then unzipped and dropped everything to the floor, revealing a short, fat cock that was angry-red and pointing right at me.
A sick little thrill ran through me. He didn’t speak a word, didn’t look at me, just calmly pushed the others aside and positioned himself in front of me, dick poised and touching slightly on my bald little mound.
“Well well well, Carl is going to break you in baby, sucks to be you,” laughed a guy to my left, and I had to admit I thought the same. Him? With that monstrous cock?
Even though I was already spread to the max, he still roughly shoved my thighs out of the way and banged his hips into mine, stroking the thick shaft against my swollen clit. Dipping his head into the pool of wetness there, he pulled it out again, and a thread of moisture clung to the tip. He guided himself slowly inside and all at once my body stung and stretched around him. He pressed further in, every inch of him another exquisite inch opened inside me and sparked and twitched around his heft.
By the time the full length of it had disappeared into me, and I could feel the bulb of the head pressing me open deep inside, small cheers came from the crowd. He pulled back and pumped into me again, hard, grunting as he did, and soon he was pounding into me like an animal.
It was brutal, depraved fucking. The kind of fucking strangers do. He reached down and clutched my thighs, and the muscles there ached under his grasp, but I didn’t care. The smooth, thick, gooey sensations he was stroking into my belly were so perfect I didn’t dare care what else happened to me then.
I had died and gone to hell, and a demon was ravishing me now, and I didn’t care for what happened to my mortal soul so as long as never stopped that heavy, glorious fucking. I was soon close to coming again, this time I was more excited than ever, and I could actually feel something twitch and quiver in me as I held on for dear life.
“Did I say you could fucking come?” said the brute on top of me. I squealed out loud and they all laughed at my distress.
“Wait…” he said, voice deep and nasty.
“Just wait…” and he slid the full length in and pressed even deeper, deeper in than I thought possible, finding some hidden pocket inside me that expanded gratefully all around his brutal dick, and he leaned forward, grasped my shoulders and pulled my body down onto his even further, and he went in deeper still, so deep it fucking hurt, and then in that same gruff, mean voice he said, “Come now, bitch. I want to feel you come” and no sooner had the last syllable escaped his lips had I exploded all around him, my body jerking violently, pinned on the four corners and stabbed right in the middle by his great, merciless cock.
I cried out and bucked out of the sling, nearly giving myself whiplash, and he held me down, with the weight of his cock alone, his meaty tool, and I had no choice but to convulse and ripple around it, my body already stretched to the limit.
“Oh fuck…” I cried out from somewhere inside my throat, and a hand instantly went to my throat and clutched my chin tightly.
“What’s that? That’s some fucking dirty language for such a nice young lady” said a voice off to my side.
“I said oh fuck!” I whimpered through clenched teeth as the orgasm kept beating through me, relentless. The same hand slapped my face hard and I gasped and drew back. It hurt. But it didn’t. The stinging only merged in with the torrent of other sensations pumping through my overwhelmed body, and became one with it, and I opened up and accepted it all.
When the fat cock wedged in me pulled out, it was as though a great suction was released and my body felt momentarily empty without it. I felt how much he had truly opened me, and how much more naked I felt now. Thin filaments of pain washed all through me, but they blended together to form a fabric of unspeakable pleasure, one that wrapped me from head to toe.
“This little bitch fucking loves it, just look at her. Well, honey, that was just the warm up. I hope you’re ready for more,” said another voice off to the side. I smiled and shut my eyes, bracing internally for more.
“Do your worst,” I muttered, and the groans from the group told me that my challenge was more than accepted. The large man between my legs moved aside and made way for another man. I was positioned purely for their pleasure, strung up at hip height like a piece of meat, open and free to use for whoever wanted me, and looking out into the sea of hard bodies and tense biceps and yes, cocks, I felt a flutter of delicious panic.
I gathered myself and turned my head to find Todd. He had orchestrated all of this. He had known, long before I did, that this is what I wanted, and more th
an that, needed, and in a sense he was there all along, in every squeeze and pinch and lick. But I wanted to see his face. I wanted to look deep into it, while I was getting fucked, and to feel his look of approval all over my slutty, ruined body. Did he see me? Did he see what he had done to me?
“Todd…?”
“I’m here, Natty,” he said, instantly. His voice was a lighthouse beam in a sea of chaos. All around it, everything thrummed and pulsed, but his voice was clean, bright and solid. It calmed me instantly. He was positioned behind me, kneeling probably, and now rose up a little to caress my neck and whisper into my ear, a secret between us both. He snaked soothing arms up and down mine, but I still couldn’t see his handsome face. Just hear him.
“Todd are you there?” I asked. I was penetrated again. I could hear the smile on his voice as he said, “Yes. I’m here. Always.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and felt a new dick shove its way into me, my still twitching pussy melting warm around it with no resistance. Almost immediately, I felt myself stir up to the edge of another orgasm. It was incredible.
“Oh god, I’m going to come again,” I mumbled, and the group chuckled at my surprise. The man now between my legs had only managed a few spirited thrusts and when he felt my body pucker up and clench into a new orgasm, he smiled and fucked harder, in a race to catch me before I crumbled into a hot heap all over again.
I came while he was still pumping away viciously, and with each stab he stroked long and deep and pulled the edges of my orgasm, lengthening it into one slow, sticky mess.
“Do you like that?” I heard Todd’s voice say. I could barely speak.
“Tell me. Tell me what you feel” he said, his voice urgent and secret in my ear.
“I feel …Oh God Todd it’s too much. It’s so deep…” I managed to blurt out, just at the moment I realized a third man was now preparing to fuck me, positioning his rod in front of my exhausted pussy and gearing up to take his turn.
“It’s deep? It’s really deep in you?” came his voice.
“Mmmm,” was all I could say.
“You like it that deep?”
“Oh god yes!”
“Good. That’s good. Tell me everything you feel…”
“It feels so good Todd…” I whimpered, “it’s so, so good…”
He kissed me tenderly on the neck. Dainty, fairy-light kisses on my electrified skin.
I was getting fucked again. Hard. I was warm and loose and completely opened, and the men had no more finesse in their movements. What was left was only pure, raw, animal fucking, and they took full advantage of the fact that I wasn’t going anywhere. Every cock that punctured my little body opened me further, hollowing out my thankful body and leaving me a wet, sweaty, pleasure addled mess. I felt myself sticking to the leather seat. I didn’t care. Another man took his turn. Then another.
Some of them came inside me, and I felt the hot, gooey strings of their cum dribble out of me, over the swell of my ass cheeks and straight to the floor. All my bodily resistance melted away and the more they fucked, the more I melted and became their plaything. And then another would take a turn with me. And another. I moaned and thrashed my head from side to side.
“I fucking love seeing you like this,” Todd said. He voice was my home. A blanket to cover me, even though I was almost entirely naked, and realized for the first time that my dress had been ripped off me somehow, and my g-string was nothing more than a twisted, stretched out piece of string torn in half and hanging on by a thread round my middle. When did that happen?
The rest of the night melted away into a hot, wet blur. I can’t say the point at which I lost myself completely, but it was sometime around my sixth or seventh orgasm that my grip on reality began to loosen and I started to slip and fall, and where I landed was a vast, glorious place where I was in permanent, pulsing orgasm, from the top of my head to the tips of my sweat drenched toes.
There were two points to anchor against: my burning clit and the sound of Todd’s beautiful, strong voice through the clamor of my own pleasure. I hooked myself against his calm words, shut my eyes and gave into it all, letting the intensity wash through and over me.
They fucked my ass, too, and opened me up swiftly and thoroughly there, and then I was penetrated over and over again, by a never-ending string of men who never seemed to tire. No sooner had I come, did my body stir up again and start with another orgasm, every one wracking me more deeply than the one before, shaking me loose on deeper and deeper levels, till it felt like my spine itself was climaxing, sending pulses from my clit right to the top of my skull.
More things happened that night. Many more things. But it grew late, and all of us, in time, grew quiet, and stopped speaking. But we didn’t stop fucking. We gave way to wordless, rough, animal grunts, and the night became a vulgar ballet of hot, tormented bodies. It hurt. Oh fuck did it hurt. Every part of me ached and burned. But it was so, so beautiful. I serviced all of them, one after the other. And Todd watched me. Through it all, he saw me, and held me, and whispered in my ear and guided me through it all.
When I was completely spent and sore, sure I couldn’t handle any more, I began to beg him.
“I want you, Todd” I moaned, but he just whispered shhhh into my ear and stroked down my damp hair, staying behind me and just out of my sight.
“Did I ask you what you wanted?” he said quietly.
“But Todd …please…” I begged. It felt as though I had had every man in the room, and yet there was only man I really wanted. I had orgasmed more times than I could count. My legs were sticky to the knees with how many times I had come, over and over again on other men’s cocks, but there was still something deep inside me that only he could reach.
“This is what you wanted, Natasha. Now this is what you get,” he said. The words were vicious, but the delivery was sweet and concerned, and he kept stroking my brow.
“I want you,” I said with more force.
“How bad do you want me?”
“So bad, Todd. Just you. I just need you to fuck me now, please…”
“How does it feel?”
I tried to twist and look into his eyes, but I couldn’t. He could see me. He could see me in all my broken glory, every part of me, but I couldn’t see him at all. I laughed.
“It feels like torture!” I said and tried to squirm the other side to just catch a glimpse of his face. His smile.
“Good. Now that feeling you have inside you? That wanting?”
“Yes…?”
In an instant he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked back sharply, exposing my neck and pulling me down closer to his suddenly threatening voice.
“Then never, ever fucking forget it,” he spat.
Chapter Seventeen - Natasha
Love is a funny thing. They say you find it when you least expect it. And you find it where you least expect it, too.
I haven’t worked a job since I was 19 years old and swapping shifts with other 19 year olds at the local Dairy Queen. But in a way, I had been working every single day since I married Todd. It used to be that nothing was ever good enough. And it was my job to put it right. Wear makeup, but not too much. Look good. Smile. Walk like a lady. Be demure, but not boring. Be sexy without being slutty.
Well, I always fell way, way on the wrong side of things. I spoke too loudly, in an accent that was embarrassing, saying things that people found offensive. I guess you could say I was a victim of my own success: I had finally found the limits of my own bluffing. I was finally married to a man that saw past my implants and lip gloss and Bambi-in-heels walk.
But now he had beautiful women around him all day long. He could afford any damn thing he wanted, in any color. I had to work to keep his attention. And it was hard work. And I was tired. So tired that I had just wanted some dirty college kid to swoon at the idea of fucking me an alleyway for once. To screw a man who earned in a year what it cost me keep my Chihuahuas in Gucci. At least that was easy. That was something a tra
shy girl like myself could be an expert in, if nothing else.
I can’t explain it. It doesn’t make much sense. But slowly, I had been getting tired of that kind of work. Of pretending.
But now there was the diary.
Every day that I woke up, the only thing on my mind was the diary: what had been written in there? What was up next for me?
After a while, I even stopped thinking that he was the one writing everything, and began to feel as though every time I read “I”, it actually was me. I found myself agreeing with the ratings. The reflections and thoughts and anecdotes in those pages became my own. Why not? Todd knew me better than anyone else, it turned out. Or, at least, it was amazing to let go for once and imagine that he did…
Some days there was no entry. Those days I skinny dipped in the pool, or lunched with the girls, or ran errands. Or he would stay home and we would go somewhere nice, and talk and talk. He was gentle and cautious. He put his hand on my knee when we went out driving …and he’d ask my permission first.
And then I’d peer into the book later that evening and find an entry.
Those entries were …dark. It was as though, with a special place for him to put all that down somewhere, hidden in a secret drawer under my lingerie, he could be free to just be sweet with me outside of it. By keeping certain things between the dark pages of that black book, it seemed so much easier to just get ice cream and walk hand in hand on the beach. Or snuggle together and watch a movie.
We could play and relax and let go …because whatever happened, we’d get to the black book stuff eventually. I could be girlish and unguarded because I knew that something was planned for me. That he had carefully arranged it all for me, and all I had to do was go along with it. Hell, I didn’t even have to say yes. It was because the other men hurt me and fucked me and degraded me …that he didn’t have to. Todd took everything out of my hands, including the chore of deciding whether I even wanted something or not. Do you know what a relief that is?
I would open the book and discover, for example, that I was keenly anticipating another meeting with Adam and Daniel the following evening. Or that I was planning for a surprise Todd was arranging, one where I’d be suspended in a cage, naked, and forced to dance for the amusement of a very exclusive, very expensive gentlemen’s club dinner happening below. Or that Todd had chosen a particularly well known Dom in the area to publicly flog me, but for a price.
