I didn't know how long the van took to get there, or which roads were taken: some seemed smooth and fast, others bumpy. It's hard to tell which is which round my way. My arms began to tense, gripping and flexing my hands to keep circulation: I shifted my legs around as best I could to keep from cramping.
But the tensest part of me was my pussy. Squirming and flexing as every bump on the road drove the plug deeper into me, beginning to tap that secret place deep inside, opening me, preparing me for what lay ahead.
The van slowed, stopped, then took a sickening, almost 180 degree lurch, before going very slowly down a rough track of some kind. Then stopped. I heard the driver get out, and walk away, each footstep crunching wetly. My gorge rose and fell as I listened, strained for any sound.
The footsteps returned, and not alone: there were multiple voices, talking, laughing. I couldn't count how many, and didn't care. It was time.
The back of the van clunked and creaked open, and there was a round of laughter and appreciative jeers, before heavy boots began thudding up into the van, bouncing and weighing it down, surrounded me. Hands grabbed at me, squeezing and slapping my bottom, my breasts, my neck, before the sack was whisked off my head and I was half-blinded by phone lights shone in my eyes. In my position, I could barely look up enough to see faces: and any glimpses I caught were covered by masks. And in a matter of moments, the first thick, meaty cock slapped across my face. Then another: then another, rubbing against my face and my gag.
I felt hands grabbing roughly at the strap of my gag: pulling, tearing at it almost, before the rubber was yanked out of my mouth. I got time for one breath, and used it for one word:
"Please?"
And so my wish was granted.
The first pushed slowly into me, already leaking deiicious precum over my tongue: I moaned gratefully and sucked greedily, flickering my tongue around the head and under the sensitive rim of it, drawing a deep moan: "god, she's done this before, hasn't she?" After a few moments it was whipped away, and a different, longer cock rammed down roughly into my throat, the owner holding the back of my helpless head down as I squealed. After a moment I composed myself and began obediently pleasuring it as best I could, in between catching breaths as I was used. The third didn't enter me at all, yanking my leash to alternate between all three, a camera clicking away busily to capture my submission, shame and lust.
One began caressing my ass and teasing my hole between bouts of facefucking: and finally, goaded by his friends, stepped behind me and knelt. Guttural, wanton cries escaped my mouth as he played with my ass, easing out the plug before shoving it back in, questing fingers teasing the sensitised rim. I heard him pull out a packet and roll down a condom, and the squelch of a bottle of lube, before the plug came out completely and fingers teased me open... followed by his tip, pressed against me with increasing force. A grunt of frustration came from behind me: "fuck, she's tight. Open up, slut, we want you."
I think I screamed.
Whether he was bigger than I'd thought, or I'd been clamped closed from long months of enforced celibacy, his forcing me open made me throw back my head and howl. The pain quickly subsided, and my other tormentors began using my mouth and throat again as he shoved them down onto me. That long-craved warmth of hot flesh inside me, the scent, the taste, the hot breath and passion making me lose the last of my fears and senses and submit to what I wanted to be: a brainless, helpless fuck slut, a toy to be used and shared and broken.
Eventually - I had no clue how long they took me - all three withdrew, and then filmed my face as they blew their loads all over me, a sticky, happy, sweating, breathless mess of a creature. And thanked them for it. The others climbed down from the van as the leader held my head and praised me, asked if I was okay.
Then there was chatter outside. And more laughter.
"Oh girlie, are you in trouble now."
A new man stepped into the van this time, unmasked, but with darker skin glittering with reflections from the dim light of the van. He took his time looking me over, chuckling, then yanked my head up as he knelt to look into my eyes.
"What do you say, slut?"
"...please?"
He needed no further invitation, and gods, he was huge. I did my best to delight him with mouth and tongue, or as much as I could fit: but he knew what he wanted, and didn't wait long. His fingers were soon in my mouth instead, and not long after that, opening my ass. I shuddered in anticipation.
"What do you want, slut?"
"Please, Sir... gag me, and use me?"
"Hard?"
"No mercy, Sir."
I couldn't believe the whimpering submission dripping out of my own mouth like so much spent cum. But soon, the gag was locked back in position, and I felt him start to push against me.
Even after so much use, it was still a lot to take and I moaned and cried with each initial thrust: but once he was fully in, I surrendered, and he began to fuck me in earnest. On the video later i saw my eyes roll back and my body start to convulse and struggle: all I remember was pleasure, building, and building, and building, until suddenly an unfamiliar feeling washed over me, like going into shock, hot and cold at the same time, and adrenalin and oxytocin blasted through my system, drowning the last of my brain cells.
By the time he was finished, I was spent. My aching arms and legs were gently disconnected from the chains, I took off my boots, and pulled my outer garments back over me. We barely spoke on the drive back: I remember breeze on my face and laughing at not very much. Staggering back into my garage and sitting for a moment under an old blanket, lying back with a gentle squelch.
What in the hells did I just do?
What I'm meant for. |
