Kattie's New Life Begins. Chapter 1
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Kattie's New Life Begins. Chapter 1
[Continued from "Kattie's Abduction Fantasy", a must read before this one.]
Kattie faded in and out of consciousness, her mind uncertain, exhausted upon facing the mountain of her humiliation, her destruction. She didn't know how long she laid there, tied immobile upon a mattress of her empty apartment, her legs held spread for whoever cared to enter and take her.
Eventually someone did come, sometime following Daniel's abandonment of her. She heard them fumbling with the combination lock outside her door, the solution to which Daniel had posted publicly online. At first she hoped it was someone coming to rescue her, and then she hoped it wasn't. Her mind warped now beyond hope of rescue. Prisoner of the endless desire for submission now blossomed within her.
When she saw two men, shadowy figures, standing within her doorway, evidently eyeing her and the situation appraisingly, she felt her now well-traveled pussy lubricating itself, apparently hungry for more dick.
"Holy shit," one of them said. "It is fuckin' real."
The lights flicked on, momentarily blinding her. They stood staring at her, naked, hairless, a destroyed vessel awaiting their pleasure. She hoarsely begged, "please water". Kattie was very dehydrated.
They took her, roughly, quickly, not even bothering to speak to her, as if she weren't even a person. They came in her, took some pictures, perhaps sent a few texts, and as they were about to leave one took pity on her, straddled her head, placed his dick in her mouth and began to urinate. "life giving piss" he chuckled and then left.
She had more visitors in the night, and then several the next day, usually spaced apart several hours, giving her time to sleep haltingly. Due to either stress or lack of input, she didn't have to use the bathroom, luckily. A few of her visitors did bring food, the only thing she'd had to eat apart from cum in over two days now, but never much at all. They felt no responsibility for this situation. No one freed her or even gave her a break from her restraints, and none asked her for elaboration on her predicament. They already either knew or didn't care, just thinking her some sexual freak pushing the norms of society. But she was, wasn't she?
Another sunrise and sunset. Now there was a mess in her bed. Men came and went sporadically, at unpredictable intervals, so that she could never get a full block of uninterrupted sleep without being awoken by a dick making its way into her just as she was about to enter REM sleep. The vast majority were strangers, she thought, both normal looking men and those who looked like this was probably the only way they'd ever fuck a woman. As a rule they seemed to treat her brutally, or at least completely carelessly, as if they thought she deserved to be punished for being such a . Instead of releasing her, someone in fact added another layer of bondage, stuffing a large ball gag in her mouth and fastening it tightly behind her head.
"Whores like you shouldn't be heard."
When he departed he just left the gag on her, leaving her to awkwardly slide her tongue around the giant intrusion in her mouth, trying to find a comfortable place for it to rest, struggling to swallow the spit building up in her mouth. She could only imagine how sore her jaw would be when this finally came off.
On the third night she heard a group of guys enter, maybe six, more than had come at once so far. It was too dark to make out their faces, but one of them snickered and said "Hey Kattie" in a voice that she knew she recognized but couldn't quite place. Great. Probably some guys she'd gone to school with, here to cash in on the open season on her cunt. Hearing the way they laughed, she knew they had to be some of the athlete douches she'd never gotten along with, who'd always been dicks to her. It didn't make a difference which ones. And now every crude joke they'd made at her expense, that had made her feel so self-conscious or hurt as a younger girl, was about to be proven justified.
She felt the same power dynamics of high school come rushing back, but now with the obvious addition of her tied up on the ground for their free usage. Here to torment her again, over four years after they'd graduated. But now they could do literally whatever they wanted with her. She felt a surge of helpless rage course through her, a natural initial desire to defend herself from these meatheads, but she quickly realized it was turning into lust. Her body was buzzing at the idea of being helpless at the hands of these particular assholes. Why shouldn't they get to wreck her pussy if they wanted to? She had no right to stop anyone.
"Finally putting out, eh?" They laughed again as they began to loosen their belts.
The first guy got on the mattress with her and got down to his knees, running his hands all over her naked body. She shivered, tingles running up and down her at his touch, unable to move at all. His fingers ran between her legs.
"Fucking dripping for it already, holy shit."
The others copped a feel of her seeping gash, making crude comments about her cunt and her obviously whorish nature. She moaned around the ball gag.
The six of them tortured her for the next two hours, enacting prolonged bouts of sadistic foreplay before even fucking her. This was the first and probably only time in their lives they were going to get a chance to do whatever they wanted to a girl with no repercussions. They weren't going to waste it. The fact that it was that shy girl they'd delighted in bullying and harassing in high school just made it that much better for them. Finally doing what they'd wished they'd been able to do back in the hallways between classes, just ripping down her panties and demolishing her right in front of all of her whooping classmates.
Kattie had all this running through her head as the first guy started things off by shoving as many of the fingers on his right hand as he could up her cunt, adding the others as quickly as possible until his whole fist was in her. She gave a muted scream behind the gag, tears leaping unbidden to her eyes.
"Turn on a light, I want to get a good look at this."
A light came on. Yep, it was all of them. She couldn't believe these guys still hung out together. The guy slowly pumping his fist in her was a notorious asshole named Bradley McCain, the worst of her old tormentors. She guessed it was fitting that he should finally get to use her. His actions were probably largely responsible for the humiliation complex she had now, that had led her into this whole mess. Bradley used to spread rumors about Kattie being a slut, blowing and fucking him and his friends on the football team. It wasn't true, but a lot of people believed him, and it crushed her self-esteem and confidence in the already emotionally raw days of high school for a sensitive young girl. And still, she had found herself rubbing herself to pillow-smothered orgasm in her bedroom night after night, imagining herself doing all those things her classmates thought she did. On her knees beneath the bleachers, sucking the dicks of a line of boys that wrapped around the block. How she'd feel her panties flood with wetness when certain boys in the hallway would give her that expectant look, and she'd have to go to the bathroom to dry herself up with toilet paper. She was a good girl, and she hated the injustice of these lies. But still, every night, she'd rub herself to a toe-curling, bed-wetting orgasm imagining herself being the slut they so obviously wanted her to be.
All these thoughts, these teenage humiliations and implanted kinks, came rushing back to her, as Bradley forcefully stretched her pussy as far as it would go, testing its newly developed limits. His arm filled her as much as any novelty monster-sized dildo she'd ever seen videos of online. Her cunt lips were squeezing him halfway down his forearm. His knuckles were pressed flush against the spongy flesh of her cervix, and even that he forced to shift back and accommodate his intrusion, freely testing the limits of the female form.
"Look at how deep this fuckin' bitch's cunt goes!"
She was finally doing it for them. Kattie Duval, giving her cunt to half the football team. True at last. Is this what you want of me? There is nothing you can't have. She poured grool from her battered vagina, feeling a strange sort of noumonic fulfillment in being so completely used by this person she'd so long hated, as if the very level of her hatred enhanced her resultant degraded ecstasy.
The other guys wanted to fist her as well, this being a somewhat rare thing to get to do. They fisted her pussy, her asshole, sometimes both at once. One of them had an open hand in her pussy, another an open hand in her rectum, and they jokingly tried to "high-five" each other inside of her, pressing their palms together through the thin barrier separating her two holes. Kattie just let her head loll back and moaned in agonized debasement, drool running out of the corners of her mouth around the gag.
Eventually they fucked her in her loosened, sloppy cunt, making comments about how they could barely even feel anything in her cavern. They came though, three of them pulling out to dump their loads on her face, just leaving it there to dry, and three emptying their balls in her pussy. Before they left, Bradley took an empty wine bottle that was lying on the floor and stuffed it big end first into her vagina, forcing it in until it was about 7 or 8 inches deep.
"Seal the good stuff in," he said with a wink, "and hopefully keep that slutty pussy loose for you. Would be a shame for that thing to tighten back up too much. Guys who fuck you should be able to really feel what a slut you are."
He took a marker and wrote "please return bottle to cunt when done" right below her belly button.
Finally, they found a pillow and put it under her ass, getting out of the mess below, propping it up, ensuring that all the cum inside of her would drip deeper into her, settling over the entrance to her womb. As if the cum that had been resting inside of her for days now wasn't already enough to ensure she was knocked up now.
They stood surveying their handiwork before heading out: Kattie, face covered in three huge loads worth of rapidly drying cum, a huge bottle sticking partially out of her like champagne from an ice bucket, legs spread, body written on, awaiting her next fuck. They took some pictures on their phones, poured a half used bottle of water down her throat and left, guffawing.
She laid there for three more days, taking an average of 15 guys a day. Now each seemed to find enjoyment in taking up the marker lying next to her and adding degrading writing to her body. They seemed to think they were supposed to add something. Within 48 hours of Bradley and co's visit, she was covered head to toe in "sluts" and "cum whores" and everything in between in the handwriting of many different men. Literally every surface of her body they used as a canvas, from the soles of her feet to the skin of her face, where among other things was drawn the crude image of an ejaculating dick, spanning her whole visage like some bawdy hieroglyph. Someone removed the gag so they could fuck her mouth, and did not put it back, but everyone followed the instruction to return the wine bottle to her pussy after taking their use of it. In fact, she was so loose now that many chose to fuck her asshole instead.
Finally, on the seventh day of being tied to the mattress, providence set her free. Some good samaritan finally entered, having been led there by an advertisement for her that was taped up in the stall of a men's public restroom, a picture of her lying as she was with her legs spread, her name and address listed beneath it. Not knowing any backstory and assuming her to be the victim of some sex trafficker, he had come to let her go. When he entered he found the shaved woman, her hair just beginning to cover her scalp again in a thin blonde fuzz, tied for the fucking, covered everywhere in graffiti and crusted cum, a few filled up, used condoms draped across her face.
He cut the cords, gingerly removed the bottle from between her red, stretched pussy lips, and helped her to her feet. She stood on wobbling legs, and would have collapsed had he not supported her. He asked her if she wanted him to call the police. She declined. She was so disoriented and confused about the nature of what had happened to her by this point, that she wasn't even certain a crime had been committed. She was so sleep deprived and dehydrated that she almost couldn't remember how it had all started.
He wrapped her in a towel and took her to his own house, allowing her to shower. He was an older man, kindly looking, and he seemed to live alone. She expected him at any moment to push her face down into his crotch, but he never did. She seemed to have forgotten that men had the capability to be decent.
She relived the events of the past week plus in her head as she stood in the shower, letting the blazing hot water sear her skin. Her mind couldn't yet wrap around the fullness of what had happened, the consequences that awaited her. She had been halfway out of it the whole time, but still she knew that another 94 men had fucked her in the week she was tied to the mattress. For some reason this number she could keep track of, as if the numerical value of her downfall was the only thing of importance left to her. With the 179 who had fucked her in the first day, when Daniel was still orchestrating things, this brought her total number of sexual partners in the last eight days to 273. The number didn't even make sense. Nine days ago she had had a grand total of exactly one man inside her vagina. 273. Most of them unprotected.
She thought of how long she had been filled with obscene amounts of cum. Surely she was pregnant. It was too late even for a Plan B pill. An embryo was probably already growing in her womb at this very moment, feeding off the nutrients of her body. Planted there by god knows who. She wondered if it was possible to become pregnant with more than one man's at once. It would seem strange, after all she'd been through, to become fertilized by only one single sperm.
But not just that. Surely she had diseases now. It was almost impossible that she didn't. Who knows what forms of microbial virus had taken root inside of her. At the very least, she had to now be infected with at least 15 different strains of HPV. Statistically, anything less was impossible. She just hoped her immune system was strong enough to stave off any diseases manifesting. She felt between her legs. Her pussy was still stretched enough that it hung open slightly on its own, and she could easily put three fingers inside and feel around inside of it. She increased the temperature of the water even further, but she knew there was nothing she could do now to wash away the filth inside of her.
Next her mind wandered to the incredible amount of HD footage that had been taken of her. She could only imagine how far it had already gotten on the web. How many people had seen it. People she knew. Where could she go? Who would help her? No one she knew had even bothered to come to her rescue after her address was posted online for anyone to come fuck her while she was tied up helpless. They thought she was some extreme deviant who wanted all of this to happen, all of them to see this. Why would they help her now? She thought of her empty apartment, her empty bank account. She sat down on the floor of the shower, her bald head in her hands.
She looked at herself in the mirror when she got out. The permanent marker had barely faded. It would take several more showers before that would come off. Her body still bore all the marks of her shame.
She eats the food the man offers her, sitting there looking like the vandalized stall of a dive bar bathroom as he watches. He asks her questions, tepidly, carefully. She answers in monosyllables, staring off at nothing like some shell-shocked prisoner of war. He does not press further. The facts of her life pass through her mind like some ticker tape reel of film, removed, on the far side of a vast gulf. She feels separated from her origins and has no opinion on it.
She stays with this man for three days, and on the morning of the fourth she is gone before the sun rises, wearing some of the cheap clothes he bought for her and carrying nothing else at all. She walks the two miles to the highway on foot, even though he would have driven her. It seemed more fitting to slink away in the night. She appreciated what the man had done, but felt a strange guilt whenever she faced him, as if she had something awful to him by entering his home.
It had been long enough now that her eyebrows had grown back more or less to normal, and her hair had come back enough to be the length of a buzz cut. The writing had finally washed away, and if a stranger saw her they might just take her for some punk type. Bold fashion, choices, sure, but no longer some obvious sexual deviant. Still, standing on the side of the highway with her thumb held out, she can't help but feel like every passing car holds people who know exactly who she is and exactly what she has done.
She makes it east as far as Minneapolis, hitchhiking her way there, her only plan being to get as far away from the places where anyone knew her as possible. She speeds her way by giving head a couple times, the types of men most eager to pick up a lone girl on the side of the road being the same kind most likely to expect a favor in return. No one seemed to know about the videos, or the things she'd said in them, though. She'd been worried that every person on the street would know, but now she was beginning to realize that was probably irrational. It's not like every person out there was up to date with every single porn video on the web. She hadn't had the inclination to look it up yet, or to search for her name. She was terrified to. Part of her hoped that by some miracle it would have all just disappeared.
She stayed in a halfway house in Minneapolis for a few weeks. She never got her next period. Finally, nearly a full month after her gangbang, she took a pregnancy test. Knowing that it was too late to take any kind of emergency contraception anyway, she hadn't been in a particular rush. The test just confirmed what she already knew had to be true. Pregnant, by god knows who. And of course. 273 men had taken her over the course of a week, the majority of them unprotected...the majority of those depositing their seed right into her womb. Their faces were all a meaningless blur, but she knew the number. She would never forget that number. 273 men who used you. Got off in your disposable, trashed holes. What else are you good for now? Isn't this what you've wanted? Ever since you were a hormonal, conflicted high-schooler racked with confusion and humiliation and guilty lust, masturbating in bed to the idea of the false opinion your peers had of you? That the skinny, shy awkward girl from third period is actually super easy. Did you hear she blew half the football team after the game last month? That she let them all run a train on her after they won against Lincoln last Friday? Fuck no I wouldn't date her, she's used up. Yes, you know they say this. The unfairness of it, and the late night tears, but still the incessant urge to reach those nimble fingers down the front of your panties when you think of it. And now just a few years later it's all true, but worse. You have become who they wanted you to be.
The knowledge that some stranger's baby was growing inside of her filled her with that familiar brew of confliction. She felt dirty, powerless, yet deliriously turned on by it. She wouldn't even have any clue who to give a paternity test to if she had the inclination. The fetus could be white, black, belonging to someone she knew, someone she didn't. She had no way of knowing. It could be twins. She let it stew in her for another couple weeks, going to sleep every night meditating on the idea of this forced creature growing in her, feeding off of the nutrients of her body. She would rub herself to orgasm thinking of it, thinking of how used she was, and then would feel disgusted with herself afterward but do it again the very next night. Finally, six weeks after the gangbang, the defining event of her life, she went to Planned Parenthood. They had an opening and her abortion was complete, ending this terrible odyssey.
For the next several months she moves eastward, slowly, hitching from town to town, staying where it's convenient. Still having no money, she uses her body to ease her way. The one tool she has left, decreased in value though it may be. Perfect strangers will let you stay with them for a night or more if you fuck them. Men 274 - 280 get her as far east as Philadelphia, those in the first few weeks commenting tepidly on the looseness of her still-healing pussy, evidently too surprised and dismayed to be couth about it. Her hair is long enough now to dye, and she has recovered enough emotionally from her experience to redevelop a survival instinct. She dyes her pixie cut hair black, and goes by another name. Whitney, yes, nice to meet you. She comes partially out of the shell of self-destruction that she had gone into to preserve her sanity. No longer simply apathetic to her fate, she begins to bargain with herself, perhaps just some other coping mechanism. But still, she thinks perhaps she can continue her life in some form after all. 280 isn't such an unforgivable number, is it? 281 if you count her first boyfriend. Surely there are a handful of open-minded, sex-positive women in most cities across the country who have had as many partners. Maybe most guys wouldn't want to date her but, she wasn't completely without precedent was she? Still no one had confronted her in public, although for a while she second guessed every lingering look someone gave her. She allowed herself to consider the possibility of her life continuing, albeit in a very different way and setting. She had not spoken to anyone she used to know since the incident. No one had tried to contact her.
After three months in Philadelphia she had landed a minimum wage, fast food gig in some shitty establishment, under her new assumed name. A place that paid under the table, no paperwork needed. She shared an apartment with two roommates, both girls. She finally worked up the courage to Google the phrase "Kattie Duval."
The entire first page of Google was nothing but links to various porn websites. She clicked to the 10th page. Still results about her. She searched just "Kattie." Just as many results. Page after page of things like, "Washington slut Kattie Duval swallows 60 strangers loads," "Humiliation Kattie Duval brutal triple penetration," "Kattie Duval pussy inspection," and on and on in a hundred variations. Her heart racing, she clicked on. Yep, that was her alright. In crystal clear HD. This one video had 120,876 views, but it was just one of dozens and dozens. She guessed they had taken 12 or more hours of footage. There would be plenty of ways for people to split it up. In the comments, people were sharing all of her contact info. Well, her old contact info. She flicked through some of the still images, close up detail shots of various parts of her body. She was sickened by how detailed it was, how well-lit.
She exited quickly and slammed the laptop shut, unable to look any longer. She was mortified, but she noticed in a sudden moment of frustration that her panties were soaked. She crawled into her bed and rubbed herself to a series of orgasms, feeling filthy for it, but unable to stop. As if it were irresistible. Thinking of all those shockingly graphic, shockingly detailed images of her, so many with her face in them, proving undoubtedly that they were all of her. Thinking of how Micky from choir practice could be examining the microscopic bumps in the skin of her labia at this very moment, whacking off and thinking of how surprised he was that Kattie of all people had turned out to be such a shameful, humiliated porn star. Probably getting second-hand embarrassment for her. This scenario mirrored a thousand times over with others she knew, millions upon millions of times over around the globe.
She imagined what her new roommates would think if they saw the search results for her real name. That they were living with such a scandalous . Seeing proof that her name, all of her info, such an exhaustive record of video footage of every detail of her body, of the unspeakable acts she had done, was all out there on the web for anyone and everyone to see, was enough to send her over the edge. None of it could ever be undone. It was there forever. She hated it, but she was addicted to the humiliation. It gave a thrill like nothing else on this earth could. And she hated that that pleasure outweighed the self-hatred, outweighed everything. She still didn't fully understand what had happened to her or why, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow her fault. She wondered for the umpteenth time what had possessed her to announce several times on camera that she would fuck any and every person who wanted her, that they didn't have to ask and didn't have to take no for an answer. It was so stupid, so reckless, yet so incredibly hot. That was why she'd done it, in that moment. She knew there was the standing chance of being taken at any time. A chance that someone would find her and sell her into sex trafficking for the rest of her life. She rubbed herself until her sheets were soaked, telling herself under her breath over and over what a dumb she was.
Still, when she wasn't masturbating she was terrified of the idea of actually being found out, and she managed to make herself believe that with her new name and her new hair and her new location that she was more or less safe. Maybe someone would recognize her, but hopefully they would be uncertain, and tell themselves they were crazy. Maybe she would be able to hide this event forever, her former life forever, and just let it be her deepest, darkest secret as she struggled to make a new life from scratch.
It would only take a few more weeks for her to receive a harsh reality check.
She had been working at her shitty fast food job for about two months when it happened. She hated working there, feeling like a again as she put on the same black work uniform as everyone else, with the same dumb visor, getting belittled by asshole customers all the time, but at least it was a job. Everyone she worked with either was some idiot teenage , or a burn-out asshole. She hated almost all of them. But still, she grinned and bore it, knowing she had precious few other options, being unable to present any kind of resume or personal history of any kind to a prospective employer. So she put up with the demeaning rules, the disrespectful customers, and the shitty coworkers who were always either being dicks to her or crudely hitting on her. She was well aware that she was a lot more attractive than most girls they were used to working with.
It was late on an otherwise normal shitty Thursday night when the thing she'd been dreading happened. She was scheduled to close that night with Pete and Mike, two 30-something stoners who always fucked with her. She was in the back, cutting up some produce in preparation for the next day, while the 6' 2", 300 pound Pete stood behind her washing dishes.
"Pull the sign," he shouted out into the dining room at Mike. Mike turned the light off and locked the door.
Kattie kept chopping the vegetables, not noticing for a while that Pete had stopped spraying water and was just standing there staring at her, grinning.
"Sooo...." he began, awkwardly. "Your name isn't really Whitney, is it?"
Kattie paused for a moment, a sudden flush of heat rushing through her cheeks.
"It's Kattie, isn't it?"
Kattie kept looking down at the task before her, the panic rising up in her. She didn't know what to do or say, so she just kept chopping.
Pete chuckled. "Yeah, I thought so. I was jerking off last night, you know, as I do, and I came across this video. I'd seen it before, but I'd never connected the dots. But last night I fucking realized -- you're that fucking crazy slutty chick!"
Kattie was just frozen. She had stopped chopping. She heard Mike enter the back room as well.
"I always knew you looked familiar," Pete continued, "but I could never place it. That's fucking crazy. I see those videos everywhere! Mike, did you know she's a fucking porn star?"
Mike stood with the mop bucket, staring at them with his mouth open.
"Say what?"
"Look at this shit. Tell me this isn't her!"
He pulled out his phone and typed something. Soon Kattie knew they were watching her do god knows what.
"Holy shit. It is her!"
She could tell he had clicked to another video. She heard her own voice saying "I have no worth now except making men cum. I will fuck anyone and everyone who wants it for the rest of my life. Don't let me tell you no. This pussy is yours."
"Well fuck," Mike said.
"Well, answer us you little slut. Tell me this isn't you!" Pete grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around.
She kept her eyes to the ground. They could see that her face was flushed red, but they didn't know if it was from shame or horniness. Hating herself, she felt that familiar feeling of dampness growing in her panties. She wasn't remotely attracted to these men, so why, WHY, was she dripping at the idea of them sexually exploiting her?
"Come on, speak! Is this you?"
Kattie nodded, a minuscule thing. She still didn't look at them.
"I thought so. I guess it's our lucky day." He began unbuckling his belt.
"Do we have to do this here?" Kattie asked meekly.
"Where else we gonna do it? My girlfriend's home and you know I can't afford a hotel. Nah, this'll work fine. The camera's don't go back here."
Before she knew it, she was on her knees in this rundown, dead end sandwich shop, sucking her burnout second-shift manager's dick in her dumb work outfit, while Mike the troglodyte looked on. Two guys who would normally never have been able to have a shot with a girl as attractive as her. But Kattie just felt like the girl who didn't get to say no. Pete fucked her face hard, treating her throat like a vagina, making her retch and fight to let it past her gag reflex, dark tears of mascara running down her cheeks, mixed with the real tears of her sorrow. She should have known this would happen. It had to. Why was her god damn pussy so wet from this?
They certainly made their shot worth it. For the next hour Kattie found herself contorted 50 different ways to satisfy the various fantasies of these two slobs. Kattie lay on her back on the steel table, wearing just her black work shirt now - her pants, underwear, shoes and socks having already been ripped off by Pete. She spread her legs wide as Pete hammered his somewhat short but thick cock into her bald pussy where it hung just off the end of the table. He leaned over her, his hands supporting the back of her head, drawing her face slightly closer up to his.
"So you just can't help but give this pussy away to everyone you meet, huh?" he breathed down into her face as he thrust. "I bet it's just compulsive for you. Lucky for me our paths crossed."
Kattie felt a surge flash through her groin. She hated that her body responded so fully to this degradation.
Pete let Mike take a turn before he even climaxed, just moving aside for the time being while he continued stroking himself, looking around the cramped hallway of a room for who knows what.
"I'm not gonna take the same hole as you right after you, dude," he said. He licked his hand and wiped it on the head of his dick, then stepped forward. Kattie felt his cockhead pressing against her asshole, trying to force an opening. Luckily, the ample amount of pussy juice trickling down her taint and into her ass crack provided him enough lubrication to get in her without ripping her up.
She held her ass cheeks apart to just allow him easier entry, her ankles raised up and resting on his shoulders. Pete walked around behind him, filming on his cellphone.
"This is going online," he said. "This is fucking nuts. We got a real party girl here, everybody."
He got in close to her face, contorted from the ass fucking she was receiving. "This is afterhours shit in Philly. Tell everybody your name. Your real name."
Kattie looked into the camera. Deja vu. "Kattie Duval," she said meekly.
"Kattie Duval," Pete repeated. "Famous webslut. Back for more. Made it all the way out here to Philadelphia to party with us."
Mike stuck a finger inside her vacant pussy as he continued hammering at her asshole, pressing it into the inner upper flesh of her vagina in a come hither motion. She suddenly began gushing hot squirt out, drenching his shirt.
They continued for the next hour, swapping out and taking turns. The concept of not sharing a hole was quickly discarded, as they both wanted to experience everything her body had to offer. Both ended up cumming on their second turns, just leaving their dicks in and releasing their loads inside of her pussy, just like they'd seen footage of so many other men doing to her, but were both ready to go a second time by the time their next turn came.
When they'd finally both cum a second time, they decided they still weren't done with her, and were now going to incorporate various objects in aid of their assault on her body. She was now squatting barefoot on the kitchen floor, still wearing just her shirt, perched on the balls of her feet above the biggest cucumber the two could find, positioning it at the entrance to her vagina at their direction. She slowly sunk her weight down onto it, feeling all 12 inches slowly stretch her out. Her pussy had more or less returned to normal from the prolonged stretching of the wine bottle, but evidently she had retained some elasticity from it. Still, it was initially an overwhelming feeling sliding the huge phallic vegetable inside of herself. Soon she had the whole thing in, holding the bottom of it tight between her feet as she raised her bottom up and down, fucking herself with it, feeling herself grow wetter by the moment as she looked into the camera and performed this ridiculous act for yet another online audience.
"You like being humiliated, right?" Pete asked boorishly, holding a bottle of Crisco which he then opened and suddenly upended over her head, spilling the oil all in her hair. Kattie paused for a moment from fucking herself, a flash of anger going through her. But then she looked up again at the camera through the oil-drenched bangs hanging in front of her eyes and decided it made no difference anyway. Let her be their little thing to toy with.
By the time they were finally done with her she had fucked almost every insertable vegetable in the store, and had a mess of mayo and oil coiffed up in her hair. They let her put her clothes and shoes back on, but she walked out wearing their third loads on her face, walking quickly, ignoring the baffled looks of passersby, and wiping the semen off her face with her shirt once she was out of site of the restaurant.
That night she showered, rushing in past the questions of her roommates, ignoring them. She sat in there for an hour, her mind racing, her finger drawn irresistibly to her clit. Later, when she thought her roommates had gone to sleep, she grabbed one of their laptops that had been left out in the living room and took it to her bedroom. She flicked on the webcam, her tear-streaked face just lit by the light of the monitor in the dark room.
"My name is Kattie Duval," she began, speaking somewhat quietly so as not to wake her roommates. "You may have seen videos of me online. You may have seen me saying things, requesting certain things. I want you to know that's not who I really am. I didn't want to do that. I just want to be left alone. I'm not really the type of girl you think I am."
She reviewed the video, embarrassed how pathetic it was but seeing no other option. She knew no one would believe her, no one would care. But she had to try. She couldn't go through life like this.
The next morning she was gone again, taking the meager possessions she had accrued in a backpack and taking the first Greyhound out of Philadelphia. Time to be a different person again. She leaned her head against the window, wondering if she was escaping anything, or just heading to another inevitable scene of humiliation. Wondering if her life was not doomed to flit from degradation to degradation forever.
She moves from place to place again over the next few months, always looking over her shoulder, always second guessing every interaction. By the time she makes it to Boston and attempts to tentatively settle down again, she is beginning to allow herself some hope. No one has said anything to her since leaving Philly, no one has propositioned her for sex. She begins to wonder if perhaps she can escape it after all.
A year and a half after the gangbang, after she has lived in Boston for several months and begun to build an existence she is cautiously optimistic about, her hair has grown out again to a normal length, just past her shoulders, and she has let it go back to her natural color, a wavy, perpetually messy dirty blonde. She knew it was strange to go in disguise as her natural look, but in all the explicit pictures and videos she had had the dyed red hair, so this might be just as effective as any color. Besides, she wanted to feel like herself again. Her old self.
Still, a new name was necessary, and so she went by Garden Perry. Her grandma had called her Garden sometimes as a , and so she felt she could still identify with it, and not feel like a total impostor. For the past few months now she's had a job as the clerk in a small boutique shop that sold vintage dresses and clothing. It certainly wasn't as high paying as the career she'd lost, but she enjoyed the work and the couple other people she worked with, and felt safe that her real identity wouldn't be pried into. It was a small enough place that she hadn't had to present any documents proving her name in order to be hired. She walked to and from work to her studio apartment every day, and she wore sundresses and made friends and slowly regained the idea that she could have dignity.
It was around this time that she began dating Kevin. She was apprehensive at first, worried about what would happen if he found out about her past, about who she really was. She wad worried about getting emotionally close to someone only to have them leave her, as they inevitably would if they knew the truth about her. But, she told herself, she would have to face this risk no matter what. She couldn't go through life alone. She had never felt more isolated in her life than in the past 18 months, and she yearned for companionship. Kevin was nice, he was polite to her and made her feel special and loved, something she'd written off as a possibility. He seemed completely, blissfully unaware that she was anything but a cute, reserved girl who moved into town a few months ago and was just struggling to get through her 20s, like everyone else he knew. He took her on dates and doted over her. She still had the nagging worry of being outed, but this slowly faded a little with time. She was allowing herself to heal. Once she managed to get a prescription for anxiety medication, things became even better. Her fears seemed more remote by the day. If passersby gave her pointed, lingering looks from time to time, she was now able to tell herself that it was nothing.
Despite the submissive, self-destructive side of her psyche that was coaxed out of her so shamefully to the world, she really just wanted above everything else to be a normal, monogamous person, who could give her love to one person and not feel like gutter trash. But still, that other side existed, like she was some perverse Jekyl and Hyde, and she would on occasion be reduced to a sputtering, dripping mess as she recalled what was done to her, having her autonomy completely stripped away and thrown to the wind. She would give into it at times, rubbing herself raw while thinking of the incredibly dangerous trove of material of her that was on the Internet, perpetually dangling over her head and threatening to ruin her life all over again, but logically she didn't want that. The vast majority of the time it terrified her. But why was it also the only thing that could completely push her over the edge, into a series of body-wracking, mattress-drenching orgasms when she let herself dwell on it?
But it was only while rubbing herself in bed that it excited her. Most of the time it terrified her, as it should, and she was ashamed of herself and scared of herself for sometimes letting herself be turned on by it. Slowly, the wholesome side of her personality won out, and these filthy desires were repressed more and more, stowed back into the dark recesses of her mind where they belonged.
She seemed to be maybe getting away from it all. When she was with Kevin, it was so easy to forget that it had happened, or that it could ever come back. She walked down the street proudly, hand in hand with him, taking pride in herself and her appearance, now no longer really wondering if people recognized her. Wrapped in the soothing embrace of her medication, she convinced herself that she was safe, that she really was protected now as if by a mask.
But the reality of the world was different than the perception she allowed herself to believe, and it held fates for her so at odds with her desire of a safe, monogamous life that if she had known what was in store for her, she would have just collapsed in defeat.
One night, after they'd been dating for about three months, Kevin dropped Kattie off at her apartment after a nice dinner, kissing her goodbye like he always did.
"Goodnight, Garden," he said, with that perfectly trained smile. She flashed him another sly grin as she held her head out around the half closed door, then gave him a kissy face in the air and shut the door. She plopped down happily on her couch, letting herself imagine their future life together. She knew she was getting ahead of herself, but she just had a feeling about him. She saw them getting married, having together, letting the run around in the fenced-off backyard of their newly purchased home in the suburbs. Normal. Happy.
Kevin walked back to his own apartment a few blocks away, feeling his cock slightly swell as he let his imagination roam, the way he always did when they had parted ways for the night. When he got in he went straight to his computer, like he did every night, and typed "Kattie Duval" into the private browser.
Countless pages of results, countless instances of documentation, of discussion. He navigated to his favorite site about her, one of the fan-made websites dedicated entirely to Kattie. To sharing her pictures and videos, to finding pictures and info about her old life, about where she might be now. The Philadelphia incident had excited them so, getting new material like that. The subsequent video she posted of her crying had whipped them into an increased furor over her, not diminished it. They loved that she wanted to back out, as they saw. That she regretted what she did. But they wouldn't let her escape. Not in a million years. He stroked off to one of his favorite clips of his girlfriend, the one of her getting double ass-fucked while the guy on top also had a hand in her pussy and his other hand jammed into her throat, both sets of her lips straining to accommodate his hands. So crude, so completely at odds with the image of the dainty, demure girl she had presented herself to him as for months now. If only all these guys online knew the information and power he was patiently sitting on.
He'd been jacking off to her footage and her story ever since it had first happened. Compulsively trawling all the various forums and discussions about it, fascinated and turned on by the sheer depravity, by the strangeness of it. A girl that hot shouldn't be having this stuff happen to her. And she thought he didn't even know.
When he'd first met her, at the small birthday party of a mutual friend, someone who also worked at the dress shop, he'd almost fainted. He couldn't believe it. And here she was, with a somewhat different look, but still obviously her, calling herself Garden. Obviously trying to act like it wasn't a thing. No one else present seemed to know. He managed to pull himself to play it cool and act normal, and to his continued astonishment he had succeeded in wooing her. So now they'd been dating for months, her never revealing anything, him acting like he truly didn't know. He wanted to bide his time. Figure out how to play this to maximum effect. He couldn't believe his luck.
He climaxed to the scene of her bukkake, as he usually did, imagining adding this load to the pile already accrued there on his sweet girlfriend's face. Her ID glued to her forehead by cum, the stricken, bottomed-out . He threw away the paper towel with his cum, pondering for the millionth time how exactly to play this situation in the end. Whatever he did, he knew that by the time he was done with her, Kattie would no longer be able to delude herself into thinking she was safe. She would know that she had no other options, that she was destined to become the biggest, most used-up slut of all time. Her descent was only just beginning.
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What to do at work
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Posted:May 1, 2024 9:27 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 10:19 am 1732 Views
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Bringing a remote controlled vibrator to work sure has made the morning go by quick.
The risk of getting caught only heightens the excitement for me. The sound of it seems ultra loud to me but i've been told that it is because it is actually vibrating through my body and i hear it much louder than others do. Anyway, so far i've only tried it when there was no one else in any of the cubicles around me. (oh and a shout out to a special someone that helped me thru the first time).
During this first time.. a suggestion was to more fully up the risk factor and to explore some of my exhibitionist desires.
Every day at lunch time, my co-cubicleists leave the office for the lunch hour. Most of those days the three boss's do too. Although one tends to often eat in his office, with his door shut. I work part time and usually work thru the lunch break since i get in late. Hence i am almost always alone in the main room during lunch time.
The idea was that i would have one of the doms from here controlling one of my toys for an entire lunch break. The game would be that i walk from my cubicle (back left) to the front right storage cubicle. Strip out of my clothes.. all of them and leave them in that cubical. then walk all the way back to mine and have to stay there until i am able to have an orgasm. Only then may i go back and retrieve my clothes.
What do you think. Would this make for an interesting day at work? Would any of you volunteer to be that dom controlling and talking to me while it happens? Let me know in the comments.
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Arrrgh End of Month
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Posted:Apr 30, 2024 8:05 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 10:05 am 2177 Views
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End of month again. The hectic life of a part time bookkeeper.
My office is small, 3 offices that have doors. Occupied by the money guys. They get the windows.
I sit within nine cubicles in a 3x2 group separated by a 3x1 group in a large room with isles on each side of the three, leading from the entry door, past the cubicles to the god's offices. Only six of the cubicles are occupied with some of the telephone guys and me. I handle some of the mailings and bookkeeping. My cubical is in the last row on the left . The entry door is behind the cubicle to my right. Well actually the door is in line with the isle that leads up front. This is one of the cubicles used for files that i have to get into all the time.
The other cubicles up front are used for supply storage.
yuupp this is my life daily, well part of the time daily. Sometimes one has to make things more interesting to survive the hum drum.
What would be fun during work?
Top 10?
9. Made to eat from a bowl on the ground.
8. Being kept in a confined space like a cage.
7. Being made to wear a collar and/or leash.
6. Having your hair grabbed (painfully) and led around by the boss.
5. Being disrespected verbally or otherwise.
4. Being “forced” to stay naked.
3. Being slapped.
2. Being referred to as something derogatory. Think of names like slut, bitch, bimbo, slave, etc.
1. Being “forced” to doing embarrassing things in public.
Any ideas?
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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy Chapters 13-14
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Posted:Apr 27, 2024 11:44 am
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When it finally released, though, it came out in a torrent. With an echoing splattering noise, her piss shot out and hit the floor of the tub with force, ricocheting and splashing back up all over her ass and pussy. Several guys laughed, and the shame of their mockery merely added to the incredible feeling of release. She knew her cheeks were burning red, but she didn't care. She let out an involuntary little sigh of pleasure. She felt the warmth of her piss flooding around her toes, pooling there before slowly trickling toward the drain. Daniel leaned forward and closed it, forcing the piss to build up in the tub. Finally the stream slowed, and then finished off with a few last lingering dribbles.
Before Kattie could even decide what to do next, a stream of hot piss from one of the men standing above her hit her full in the face. She fell backward onto her ass, at first instinctively shielding her face, but then, remembering what she was now, turned her gaze straight up toward the source of the piss. Another was hitting her now, and a third. Their warm, powerful streams hit at her face and wherever else they chose to aim on her body, blasting away the residue of cum lingering there. The men cycled in and out now, the streams of piss steadily replenished by a new man, so that there were never less than three hitting her at once. She sat cross-legged Indian style on her ass, facing them, her legs spread at the knees and a finger rubbing her sore clit furiously as an endless source of piss hit her face, her hair, landed in her eyes or mouth. God, as long as she could keep a finger to her clit she would love anything that was happening to her.
As long as it was disgraceful and involved her sexual shame. She had never really been into or even considered the idea of golden showers, but now that it was happening to her she loved it. As the warm piss drenched her and began pooling up around her in the clogged tub, she orgasmed time and again, opening her mouth and letting the piss of strangers fill it up, hitting her tongue. Just a filthy human toilet. Like a urinal in between innings at Safeco Field. She filled her mouth over and over with the various streams, swallowing mouthful after mouthful or letting it drizzle out down her neck and chest. Her ass and pussy were completely submerged in piss now. She was sitting in maybe three inches of it in the tub. At least 40 men had pissed on her, most of whom had been drinking all night, and more were still waiting their turn.
Eventually all 70 or so men still present had emptied their bladders onto or in her, leaving her sitting in a tub of yellow piss up nearly to her belly button. It fairly reeked, but she didn't care. She kept frigging her clit, unwilling to let the pleasure of her shame fade away. The piss sloshed around her in the tub as she moved, making little waves. Suddenly Daniel grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down, completely submerging her whole body. He held her under for a while, maybe 15 seconds or more, before letting her up for air. Kattie gasped, sputtering, coughing piss out of her nasal passages and lungs.
"Do you love bathing in strangers' piss?" Daniel asked her.
"Yes!" Kattie managed.
"Prove it to us further. I'm not letting you up until you've swallowed a good four or five gulps this time."
Before she could question or argue, Daniel had pinched her nose shut with one hand and submerged her again with the other. Not questioning his commitment, Kattie opened her mouth, drawing in a huge mouthful of piss and swallowing it, then again, and again. Eventually Daniel pulled her back up.
She lay her head against the edge of the tub, recovering. Her piss-soaked hair hung in ragged strands across her face.
"Pretty good," Daniel said. "But let's have one more show of it, just to be sure. Bring me one of those cups."
Someone handed him a plastic cup from the sink. A full pint size. He dunked it in the tub and handed her the full cup of piss.
"Bottoms up," he said.
She was fighting another wave of nausea now, the piss not being quite so appealing when not coming straight from the source. But still, she chugged it dutifully, thinking of her emptied bank account and feeling that her life had no other purpose now but to be the plaything of cruel men. When she placed the emptied cup on the edge of the tub, she watched Daniel pick it up and fill it right back up. She shouldn't have been surprised. Another chugging. And then another. Finally, after three full glasses were downed, he seemed content. She looked over the edge of the tub at the floor, her head hanging down. She tried to collect herself. For the hundredth time that night, she asked herself if all this was really happening. Sitting in a bathtub full of piss, a good quarter of which she'd just swallowed into her belly, on top of all the piss she'd drank straight from the bladders. On top of the liter of anonymous semen. Her belly was near to bursting with the emissions of dozens of men.
As if reading her thoughts, Daniel said "It's been a while, and you've had a lot more to drink. You probably have to piss again don't you? Stand up and give us another show."
It was true. She couldn't believe it, but she had to piss again. And the only thing she'd drunk since the last time she voided herself was piss. She stood up and let the stream of piss fall out of her and splash into the yellow liquid that her feet were already submerged in. More laughter.
"Pissing out other people's piss," Daniel marveled. "Sweet fucking god. You really are the perfect ." The way he said it, Kattie knew he actually meant it. He wasn't just using dominating language, he was actually truly taken aback and somewhat repulsed by her. As were the dozens of others watching. She was their ultimate fantasy - a girl evidently so nasty you could do literally anything you could think of to her, and she would just go with it. The girl every guy in the world wanted to spend a few hours with, but would never respect.
"Pull the drain," Daniel told her.
She complied, and watched the piss swirl away. Daniel turned the shower on.
"Alright," he said. "That was nice, but clean up now. Don't want you smelling like piss, much as you deserve it."
Kattie took the offer gratefully, the part of her that was disgusted by the idea of being covered in piss having begun to rise back to the surface of her psyche. She showered as the crowd watched, shampooing her hair and rubbing down her whole body with the cheap motel soap, trying to wash away the bodily fluids of the 160 men who had fucked her throughout the night, plus the dozens of others who had only shot their stuff on her from afar. She stuck a couple fingers in her pussy to try to fish out any remaining cum, even though she knew it was pointless. She'd had cum inside of her continuously for the last 12 hours or so. Whatever damage it was going to do was probably already done. She noticed a steady, dull ache deep in her loins, a product of the constant barrage of dicks that had been fucking her all the way to the hilt in her pussy and asshole. Despite herself, she felt herself getting horny anew upon consideration of this ache.
She finished up and wrung out her hair then toweled off. There was of course a deeply embedded filth inside of her now that she knew she'd probably never wash away, but at least the outside of her body felt somewhat freshened up.
"We're going to take you back home," Daniel told her, and Kattie actually felt a sudden sinking feeling in her chest. It couldn't end. As long as this continued she wouldn't have to face the fallout. She perked up when he said, "but we're not through with you."
He raised his voice louder, addressing everyone in the room.
"We're heading back to her apartment. We'll post the address in the chat. Kattie's about to host an open-invite house party. Spread the address if you want."
She felt a surge of trepidation at the idea of dozens of strangers coming into her home, doing whatever they wanted, but she quickly told herself once again that it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
They marched her back outside and downstairs, completely naked in the gray light of dawn. Daniel's crew loaded her back up in the van, and they let a couple stragglers ride with them who had arrived late and hadn't had a piece of the action, two frat-looking bros. On the way back to her apartment the two of them fucked her in her ass and mouth, switching holes at one point. 162. One guy came in her mouth and the other up her ass, leaving it to leak out. Kattie wiped most of it up with her fingers and ate it, just to get rid of it as much as anything.
When they got back to her apartment complex it was about 7 am. As they pulled up in front of the stairs, she noticed that the apartment maintenance guy, Frank, the older guy who had given her creepy vibes ever since she moved in several months ago, was outside trimming the bushes. Great, Kattie thought, actually still humiliated about the prospect of coming face to face with this guy in her shame. He was going to love this. Every time he had come to her apartment to fix something, he had taken long leering gazes at her long, thin legs. She quit wearing shorts when she knew he was coming over. She even suspected that he had stolen a pair of her dirty panties one time when he fixed her AC while she was at work. Well now he'd get to see everything, up close and personal. In fact, she was certain Daniel and his crew were going to let him fuck her. Even after everything else she'd already been through, somehow this still made her feel bad. Oh well, better get used to the idea of anyone and everyone who wanted to fuck her getting to do so. She had really declared herself a public fuck slave, hadn't she?
Frank nearly dropped the shears when he saw her get out of the van nude. She avoided his gaze as they marched her past him.
"Apartment 328," Daniel told him with a wink.
They opened the door and just left it wide open as they went in. Already others were joining from the other location. They had Kattie get on her knees in the middle of the room, and she watched as all these men just poured into her apartment, among all of her personal possessions, everything she owned in the world. She felt so vulnerable.
"Make yourselves at home," Daniel told them. "Take whatever you want. Kattie doesn't want any of it anymore."
Soon she was kneeling before old Frank, sucking his ugly, funky-smelling dick, as predicted. Daniel warned him before he started that "This girl has been with more guys than any girl you've ever met," but Frank had assured him that he'd fucked prostitutes in his day, so he wasn't afraid of this little cooze. Soon his dick was in her unprotected cunt, pounding away roughly and desperately. Kattie hated herself for getting so wet for him, turned on by the mere fact of her assault. She provided him with plenty of natural lubrication to build up to a quick orgasm, whereupon he of course dumped his whole portion of hot, slick semen deep into her accommodating cunt.
Her apartment, meanwhile, began to be ransacked. Her dirty panties were the first to go, but soon they had turned out nearly everything, people picking up useless tidbits just as a souvenir, apparently wanting to take a little piece of her with them permanently.
A few more newcomers had arrived, evidently directed by the public posting of her address. As she took guy number 164 into her pussy as she rode him cowgirl style on her couch, she wondered how this would ever end. She suddenly realized how exhausted she was. She hadn't slept in over a day. But the line of people willing to come and fuck her might be endless. Her home address was out there now. There was nowhere to go to escape the dicks. Even Daniel and his crew were beginning to look bored.
After a couple more hours and 8 more new cocks, she was beginning to feel delirious. Most of the furniture from her living room was gone. They had taken the bare mattress off of her bed and dragged it to the middle of the floor, and she serviced her suitors here, among the wreckage of her previous life. A thing which could never be restored. She watched her things go with a slight sadness but also a growing sense of detachment, as if she were just watching from another world.
While she was being fucked doggy style in her ass by a guy with a particularly huge cock, her head hanging down in growing weariness, she suddenly heard a buzzing sound. She didn't know what it was at first, but suddenly she felt a tickling sensation on her scalp and then saw a long lock of her wavy, auburn-red hair fall to the mattress. She gasped. They were shaving her. Somehow, she hadn't expected or wanted this.
They brought out the full length mirror from her bathroom and leaned it up against the wall in front of her, letting her watch as the guy with his cock in her ass slowly ran clippers over every inch of her head, taking his time, relishing in the elimination of a piece of her that had obviously taken years to grow. Kattie watched in stunned silence. The hair fell away in big chunks, cleared away in silly strips up the middle of her scalp, leaving misplaced strands still attached, hanging from the sides. He shaved the top and front of her head first, leaving a fringe of long hair around the edges like some monk's horseshoe cut. As she saw the pool of loose red hair grow around her, she began to cry, silently, the tears rolling down her cheeks and then dropping down to the mattress. Of course the camera caught every moment.
They'd taken absolutely everything from her. Job, dignity, possessions, life, family, friends, now her hair. And yet she was still pulsing with the thrill of it. As the guy finished off the last strand of her hair, leaving her with a millimeter long crop of buzzed hair, he suddenly finished in her ass, coaxed to orgasm by his power over her. Someone gathered up the bulk of her fallen locks and took that as a souvenir. She just stayed on all fours, staring at herself in the mirror, almost not recognizing herself.
Not content with this humiliation, someone produced a straight razor and began lathering up her scalp with shaving cream. As this second guy took his spot up her cunt, Kattie realized that the two guys must have come together, and come prepared.
This guy went carefully, whisking away the remaining bit of hair on her head, shaving her scalp right down to the skin. He kept still while making contact with the razor, his dick buried in her but motionless, only giving her pussy a few pumps when he took the razor away to wipe away the hair and excess shaving cream. When he was done, her scalp was so smooth that it actually gleamed slightly in the light, pale and shiny. Before she could even wrap her head around this new image of herself, suddenly he came back in with the razor, almost as an afterthought, and swiped away her eyebrows, just like that. Just to add a final insult. Kattie couldn't recognize herself. She looked almost primordial, like she'd been born again. Just a smooth, completely hairless body. The guy gaze her pussy a few final quick pumps and then he pulled out and quickly stood up, jerking himself to completion all over the top of her shiny dome. Dropping a nut on her absurd, shiny bald head. People laughed.
CH 14
A few more people took a turn with her, intrigued by the dynamics of the hairless slave on the mattress. A creature stripped of everything. But eventually something strange happened. After 2 or so more hours after the head shaving, when many people had finally dispersed, taking whatever they wanted for keepsakes, Daniel announced loudly that the party was over "for now."
"Let's give her a bit of time to recuperate," he said, in what was the first hint of mercy he had shown her since they'd first met. "She's going to pass out soon. But keep an eye on the website."
Kattie wondered what that might signify, but she couldn't even think about it at the moment. She collapsed exhausted upon the mattress and fell asleep at once.
When she woke up, she realized that hours must have passed. The sun was already setting again. She looked around he ransacked apartment with bleary eyes. Most of her possessions were gone, along with nearly all her assailants. Then she noticed Daniel sitting on the bare floor in the corner, watching her.
"So you're up," he said.
There was only one other person now besides him, one of his original cronies. The camera was finally gone.
"Well I tell you what," he continued. "You can take a hell of a beating. We really couldn't break you. I've never met a girl with such a serious, heavy desire to be ruined."
She didn't fully understand what he was saying. She stared up at him from where she still lay on the mattress, her big doe eyes showing no sign of understanding.
"Incredible," Daniel said. "Well, do you still think you can take more?"
She just kept looking up at him. What did he expect her to say?
"I don't know."
He paused, as if waiting for something further. When it didn't come, he just said, "God bless you, girl."
Without another word, his henchman produced several long lengths of tough nylon cord, and they began binding it around her wrists and ankles - securely, but not so tight that it cut off her circulation. Pushing her so that she was lying flat on her back, they secured the ropes around her wrists to the few pieces of remaining heavy furniture on either side of her, so that were arms were bound in place, stretched out to either side of her. Next they did likewise with the rope around her ankles, tying them such that she was forced to keep her legs spread eagle. She tried to move: she was completely restrained, completely vulnerable. She couldn't shut her legs even an inch.
Daniel produced a large marker and wrote directly on the wall above her head: "WILL FUCK FOR FOOD" and made an arrow pointing down at her. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of the scene: Kattie tied in place, her legs spread wide for all comers, staring dumbly into the camera, the vile message above.
"Well, this is where we part ways. I hope you enjoyed things. I'm going to put a combination lock on your door. I'm going to post the combo online, along with this picture, and your address. I'll post it on our website, but a few other places as well. I bet some randoms on Craigslist will find it quite interesting. Hopefully no one just decides to kidnap you and sell you into the sex trade. Guess that's the risk you'll have to take. You're at the mercy of the public now. I'm not coming back to make sure this one ends. Good luck with your new life, Kattie."
Kattie began shaking as they headed toward the door, straining at the ropes until they almost cut into her flesh. It was absolutely no use.
"No! You can't just leave me! Wait!"
But she already felt her will to fight it fading. As the door shut, leaving her alone in the empty apartment, just her tied up on a bare mattress, she felt a new surge of warped exhilaration, and a thick bead of pussy juice rolled out of her and down her ass crack.
[ Should this be the end to our story? if you like the story please leave a comment, let me know what you were thinking as you read it.]
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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy Chapter 12
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Posted:Apr 25, 2024 9:02 am
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Continuing the theme, the next guy dragged her into the bathroom and pushed her face deep into the toilet bowl. As he heard her gurgle he entered her doggy style, himself kneeling on the floor. She was just grateful that it had been cleaned somewhat recently. When he was about to climax, the man pulled out and came full upon the rim of the toilet. He just pointed at the white pearls that lay on the rim. Kattie knew what she was expected to do. Her tongue flush against the white porcelain, she licked the jizz up, finally having to kiss at it with her lips and suck it in to get it all up. Two more men came forward and added their loads to the rim of the toilet.
Steve watched Kattie kneeling before the toilet, a woman completely broken, ruined. 24 hours ago she was a beautiful, respectable young woman, who had only had sex with one man and was proper in all ways.
Reduced to this, licking the salty, rapidly-cooling cum, of men whose names she didn't know, from the rim of a motel toilet. God, how effective his plan had been. Realizing it was far more than he'd ever dreamed it might be. He watched her as she knelt there, so soft and exposed, the pink-rimmed soles of her feet tucked under her ass where she knelt, licking the toilet clean. Steve suddenly felt a huge rush of sadistic euphoria. The perfect girl, utterly ruined. It was something from his darkest fantasies, brought to life. He knew he should feel guilty, he just didn't. This fulfilled something heinous inside him. The pussy juice was still leaking out of her, leaving a connected strand from the heels of her feet to her vagina, stretching it long and thin when she rose up. How she hated it and loved it. Licking the cum from a fucking motel toilet. In that moment, his mind clouded and overwhelmed with cruel lust, he truly hoped that she would spend the rest of her days in some cheap Thai brothel like Rick had said, sucking 30 dicks a day for pennies.
They had the camera right on the rim, getting every detail of the action. Daniel narrated as she licked the last of the residual slime from the filthy surface: "Let it be known forever after, to any guy who might have considered dating her in the future, that Kattie Duval sucked strangers' cum off of a public toilet. You're not gonna have love in the future kattie, you're just gonna be a walking set of fuck-holes. Nobody's going to want to have a relationship with this perv." Kattie looked right into the lens as she tongued the last of the cum off. He was right, of course, and her eyes expressed a feeling of remorseful justification in this. After this they went back to fucking her.
When they had entered this room the sun had not even set on the previous day, but now gray light began to show over the horizon, marking the coming of the morning. When the running tally in the comments on-screen was at 158, the line of men taking turns inside of her seemed to have finally slowed to the point of completely stalling. It seemed that everyone who wanted a piece had taken it. Not everyone present had fucked her, but some seemed content to just watch, either unwilling to go on camera or to take the risk of fucking the same communal who had just given her unprotected pussy to dozens and dozens of other men. The realization that she was such a repulsive slut now that not everyone would even want to touch her was enough to push Kattie to one more shameful orgasm, spreading her legs wide for the audience still standing before her bed, showing them everything from her tits to the soles of her feet to her spread, soiled cunt as she diddled her clit for them like the pathetic she was.
"Well, not everyone wants to fuck you anymore," Daniel said, "and I can't say I blame them. You are one nasty slut. Luckily, we've got the fair warning recorded for the whole world. But, I think we can still let everyone participate without even having to touch you if they don't want to. A good bukkake for the cum dumpster. Everyone present is encouraged to participate. Whether you've cum tonight or not. If you can work up a load, you're welcome to plant it on this 's face."
Kattie was kneeling on the ground as this announcement was made, both feet tucked under her butt like they'd been as she worshipped the toilet, the tips of her toes, her heels, and the balls of her feet tinged with pink. She felt a surge of pussy juice drop through her ankles down to the carpet as she looked up at what was awaiting her. Basically everyone in the room, still 60 or more men standing around, had their dicks in hand now, slowly jerking them as they stared at her hungrily. Many had already fucked her and were still horny enough to give her a second load, but many others fell into the category of people who weren't willing to fuck her, but were perfectly OK with disdainfully dropping a load on a slut's face.
She ran a finger up her wet slit as she waited for the first splash of cum, shuddering in anticipation as her finger ran across her clit. Her heart was racing. Looking at the waiting horde of testosterone, she felt a wave of terror, but also extreme excitement. She'd taken a good handful of loads on her face tonight at various points in the action, but it was never the focus of the action, there had usually been something to distract her. And certainly never several in a row, much less 60. Facials had always given her a particular sick thrill when watching porn. She loved how degrading they were for the women, how disgusting. She would always get off, imagining herself in their position, being reduced to a cum-glazed wreck. Now it was happening. And probably everyone she'd ever known was going to see it.
By the time the first guy stepped up and dropped his jizz on her face, a huge, pearly spurt that landed right in the middle of her forehead, she was already quivering with another orgasm. By the time it subsided, the second load had hit, and then the third. Soon they were coming one after the other, with seldom a pause in between. When that many guys were waiting to blow their loads, it was easy to always have somebody ready to go. The camera was there catching every load up close, or circling behind between cum shots, taking in the full context of her, degraded on her knees, rubbing herself furiously between her legs, painted in cum, before the masturbating wall of men.
Cum landed all over her face, in her eyes, some of it splattering the front of her chest. She instinctively licked off everything that landed within reaching distance of her tongue, swirling it in circles around her mouth, eager to gobble down the filth covering her, the filth that personified her. She was so intoxicated on her disgrace that she didn't even care when great globs of the sticky, vile stuff landed in her hair. She knew it would be hard to get out, but what did it matter? She could walk down the street covered in cum at this point and her reputation wouldn't get any worse. She rubbed it in, running both hands through her hair, slicking it back, licking the cum off her fingers afterward or rubbing it over her clit as she went back to masturbating.
Ten minutes in and her face was already completely masked in the chunky batter. Her eyelids were essentially glued shut, but when she tried to crack them open a bit she saw through the cobwebs of cum connecting her top and bottom eyelashes that they were now showing a slideshow of pictures from her Facebook on the TV for the entertainment of all present, contrasting the happy, normal girl there with the filthy cum slut on her knees, taking all comers. She closed her eyes again. She played it up for them. She wanted to be the despicable cum slut. She opened her mouth and let some of the guys shoot directly on her tongue. She kept her eyes open as long as she could bear, the bursts of cum that landed on her eyeballs stinging viciously. The whites of her eyes were actually pink after a while, uniformly bloodshot from the bite of the cum as she held the camera's gaze with an uber-slutty look of prolonged eye contact time and again. Still she held back the tears and blossomed for her assailants in the rain of semen, each batch of cum seeming to give her a new jolt of ecstasy.
By the time they were done with her, her face was not recognizable at all. Every detail of her features was hidden beneath layer after layer of cum, so viscous and thick that you couldn't even see through it to her skin except in a few scattered places. Her hair completely smeared with cum, actually soaked. She couldn't open her eyes at all now, and whenever she breathed through her nose cum would suck straight up her nostrils, so she had to hold her mouth open slightly to breathe. The cum had actually accumulated to the point that it had a very noticeable weight to it. She made no effort to wipe any of it away. Let her skin absorb it. What else was her face for, if not that? She frigged her clit mercilessly, drunk on the overwhelming extent of her disgrace. The expulsions of 60 or more men's nuts soaking into the skin of her face, filling her pores. The cum on her body she rubbed in. She wanted it to just become a part of her. She wished she could somehow leave this mask on forever, just replace her identity with this wall of cum. It represented her so perfectly.
Daniel came forward with something, and pressed it flat against her forehead. It was her drivers' license. It stuck to the cum, like a sales tag applied to her. The cameraman took in the explicit image: the cum-drenched fuck goddess on her knees, upended in semen, the defiled mass contrasting so sharply with the smiling, happy, clean-faced girl in the picture on the license. Like an obscene before and after picture, contained in one. They got in close enough that you could read every detail on her license. Hair: Blond. Eyes: Brown. Height: 5 ft 5 in. Address: 1164...She heard a dozen camera phones snapping.
"Good luck getting a job after this, bitch. Spread this shit far and wide boys."
Someone took the license and shoved it in their pocket. A memento of the time they participated in a girl's destruction, apparently. Not that it mattered now. She couldn't go back to being a normal person anyway. She rubbed her clit furiously, gyrating her loins in circles, feeling the cum coating every inch of her face, her identity, overdosing on this ultimate shame and submission. She wanted to just have everything taken from her. It's what she deserved.
Now they were rummaging through her purse. Daniel or one of the others had brought it apparently. She heard them upend it on the bed. People grabbed the rest of the stuff, all apparently eager for a keepsake. Someone opened her wallet and pulled out one of her credit cards, and proceeded to scrape the cum from her face using it, sliding it off of her and into a large margarita glass that the crew also apparently had on hand for such an event. She knew what was coming next. They got the vast majority off, the bulk of the volume of it, although the slimy residue remained all over her. Still, the large glass was almost half full of the vile liquid, sloshing around in layers of various viscosity, some parts more liquid, and some more chunky, some with a slightly yellow tint to it, marbled swirls and globs upon globs.
As the onlookers crowded around her in a circle where she still sat on her knees on the floor, she raised the glass and slowly tilted it back, her lips meeting the rim. The first wave of the disgusting stuff touched her lips, and before she could balk she opened her mouth and forced the first gulp down. She had to fight the urge to retch, tasting the now room temperature stuff on her tongue, and seeing how that first gulp had barely put a dent in what remained for her to drink. But then the sheer depravity and humiliation of what she was doing kicked in again, and the gag reflex was suppressed. She took another drink, the stuff slowly sliding onto her tongue, and then down her throat. What better way to demonstrate her worthlessness for all other things but fornication? She was unfit for society. She filled her mouth with another huge swig, holding it in there in a great pool, opening her mouth for the camera, gurgling the cum so that it frothed up and bubbled, foaming out of her mouth briefly. She swallowed it down and then closing her eyes she tilted back the rest of the glass, chugging the thick sludge as quickly as she could, her mind trying to wrap around the fact that this huge amount of liquid she was taking so long to work through was the ejaculate of dozens of men.
She finished the glass, holding it above her head so that the last drops slowly fell onto her tongue, and then sat staring at the camera sulkily, panting as if she had just run a marathon.
"We're going to take the liberty of emptying your bank account for you," Daniel suddenly told her, him thinking this would finally make her say the safe word. But before she had quite had time to quell her stomach from the liter of cum she had just drunk. She looked up. Sure enough, there were all her finances on the screen. They had logged into her online bank somehow, probably by finding the info on the card she kept in her purse.
"There are plenty of other people who could use this money more than you. It will be like a fresh start for you. You can turn tricks to get back on your feet again. Maybe you'll be able to find someone willing to fuck you for $10. You'll like it."
"yes that's probably true." she responded without and signs of distress.
In her functionally delirious state of mind, Kattie didn't even care. He was right. She deserved nothing. She said nothing, and instinctively clenched her sphincter for the random opportunistic guy who was currently probing her cum-lubricated butthole with his finger. She was just an object for the free usage of men. What did she need money for?
Just then a new auto deposit showed up from her last two weeks at her job.
As a couple last stragglers who had arrived late came in and took their turns in her defiled pussy, Kattie watched distractedly as the few thousand dollars she had saved in her account vanished, transfer by transfer, into other accounts. As she felt this last guy spurting his hot seed into her worn out vagina, she thought to herself "So now I really have nothing," and this thought made her feel nothing.
The remaining residue of cum coating her body was now beginning to dry, starting to form a film over her skin. Daniel was standing over her, looking down at this broken creature with a look that was somewhere between pride and disdain. He seemed to be waiting for something, pausing, but Kattie just kept looking up at him like a chastened dog, awaiting master's orders.
"How else to defile a woman?" Daniel said aloud. He seemed almost genuinely exasperated. He touched a single finger to her hair, damp with musty cum. "Let's clean her up boys."
The next thing Kattie knew, she was squatting on the balls of her feet in the bathtub, looking up at Daniel and the cameraman and a few others who had managed to squeeze in next to him. The rest of the crowd was standing outside the bathroom, trying to peep in through the doorway.
"We'll clean you up good," Daniel said. "But first, you probably need to relieve yourself don't you? You've been busy all night, but you've had a good bit to drink. You must really have to go. Piss yourself."
Now that he mentioned it, Kattie noticed that she really did have to use the bathroom. She had always been shy about peeing, even having to work to allow herself to relax enough to do it at work when other people could hear her piss splashing in the toilet through the stall walls. So even now, so far past the point of decency as to be absurd, she had to work for a moment and take a few deep breaths before her bladder would begin emptying itself.
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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy CH 11
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Posted:Apr 24, 2024 1:26 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 4:13 pm 4652 Views
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If just starting, make sure to Start from Chapter !, The Set Up
By the time she looked up and noticed that a group of four of her male coworkers, men she was being polite and curt and professional with as recently as earlier that afternoon, were now standing next in line, she was so worked up that this fresh burst of humiliation alone suddenly brought her to a quivering, shriek-moaning orgasm before them.
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Steve had met up with three of his coworkers toward the back of the crowd, greeting them with a shrug and a carefully planned laugh of feigned bewilderment. He was pleased to see that they were already drunk. It was two young guys, Trey and Don, who were near his age, but also their 50 something year old supervisor, Rick. Rick was always professional but you could tell there was a wild streak suppressed somewhere in him. Well, it was certainly being revealed now.
They watched together for the 45 minutes or so as they waited their turn, watching their demure, proper young coworker get fucked 40 ways to Sunday in front of them. They shared laughing sentiments that if they'd had any idea she was such a wild flooze, they would have had some more fun with her in the past.
"She was a nice enough girl, but almost...too proper. The kind of girl that would call HR if you flirted with her too hard, you know? Guess I was fucking wrong. Damn, look at her take those dicks. This'll be a great team-building experience for us, boys. Not so much for her, I guess. Do youo think she can stay employed with us after this?"
"Ha! said the other, unfortunately I don't think so, everyone she knows at the company knows of her exploits now. But I'd love it if she could."
"Why in the hell would she torpedo her career like this. She was doing so well at increasing our internet traffic."
"Yea, obviously she just thrives on getting 'views'. And boy is she racking them up."
They watched as man after man took her, most bareback and just fucking wrecklessly through the anonymous cum of other men. Some however wore condoms, but when they came they would always then remove them and squeeze the contents out into Kattie's open, waiting mouth or into her pussy itself, as if to emphasize that the condom was for their protection, not hers.
Steve's turn came first of his group. When Kattie had looked up and seen the four of them standing there, waiting to fuck her next, she had made a strange moaning sound that was almost half a sob, and had begun ejecting a stream of squirt from her pussy all over the bed. She then collapsed backward onto her back, her legs still spread eagle for them. Then fuck me too, you bastards, he imagined her thinking.
He dropped his pants and lay between those long legs, the pale, lithe thighs plastered in sweat and cum. What a scene of ruin, especially when contrasted with the mental image of her just earlier that same day at work, proper and safe and self-respecting. He had to say though, he thought the look she had on the other end of 75 dicks fit her well.
As he slid easily into her warm, wet cunt, still inviting and hospitable after all this, he was briefly amazed at the incredibly intimate feeling of fucking a girl bareback. He'd done it before, but every time he was newly astounded upon that first penetration, as if he'd forgotten how incredible it felt, how personal. Feeling the hot, wet folds of her pussy parting with a little resistance to make room for your cock. It was hard to wrap his head around the fact that 75 plus other men had just felt this exact thing with her, that plenty more would follow, their dicks exactly where his was, rubbing their swollen cock heads against the same internal folds of her love canal that had been so private, so exclusive, only the day before. So opposite now. Such a thing to make her give up. They were on the other side of an impassable gulf now, one that could never be crossed back over. She was now this forever . She could never take these dicks back, nor the ones that would follow. He had made that choice for her, and she was none the wiser.
She had wrapped her legs around him, her feet locked together behind his ass, pulling him deeper into her as he thrust. She put a hand behind his head, her fingers in his hair, and looked deep into his eyes, mainlining on the shame, the position oddly intimate, as if they were alone in this room, actually making love somewhere private after a date like a normal couple. Perhaps, in another life. As if reading his thoughts, she whispered "I'm just a ," still looking deep into his eyes, maintaining the most intense eye contact of either of their lives.
He wouldn't last. Their faces mere inches away from one another's, oceans of unreadable thoughts and looks and suggestions crossing between those gazes, her unaware of his role in her degradation. The shame and lust and release and defeat in her eyes. When he came, he suddenly kissed her, deeply, in a sudden urge to feel as much of her as possible at once. He thrust his pelvis so that he was as deep in her as possible when he unloaded, the very tip of his cock actually making contact with her cervix, suddenly hoping in that moment that he would be the one whose seed managed to take hold in her womb that night. Why not? A final level of conquest.
He watched his coworkers take her after him, one by one adding to her baptism of shame. Shame and degraded fulfillment, a forcing of her most private, extreme fantasies. Still she did not comprehend why or how this was happening to her, why or how someone could have known her innermost desires, to be shamed and degraded and objectified and ruined. And did not the fact of her opposition to the actual fulfillment of those desires actually intensify the power of their taking place? For to have the fantasy and actually choose to enact it upon oneself voluntarily would lead to a less intense sense of violation and shame, which was in the end the goal. So her non-consent to this exploitation and assault was in fact the key component of its effectiveness, the kernel at the root of the constant hum in her clit that radiated out through her body and kept her almost constantly at the edge of an orgasm and now and then a more enthusiastic participant in her own degradation.
Kattie thought these things, but in fewer words, lost in the whirlwind of her raging thoughts of lust and fleeting rationality. When her boss' turn came to fuck her he took her missionary style, but standing next to the bed where she lay, with her pussy right up on the edge of it. He grabbed her around the ankles and lifted her feet up toward his face, then popped two of her toes in his mouth as he went to town bareback in her soaked cunt.
"I've always loved these feet," he told her, briefly freeing his lips. "I only have a partial foot fetish, anyway. Only the shapeliest do anything for me, and yours are perfect." The tone and ease with which he spoke seemed to indicate that he was versed in the art of degrading women. "I'd always love it when you indulged and wore those peep-toe pumps. I never wanted to even suggest that you wear heels more often, for fear of HR. But look at us now."
He sucked each toe in succession, giving himself time with each one, even tonguing and sucking the webbing and spacing between each one, really taking his leisure and the fullness of indulgence with both that and her pussy. The sensation was strange, slightly ticklish, but Kattie found herself freshly thrilled by it. The simultaneous attention, derisiveness, and genuine enthusiasm he seemed to be showing for even this part of her body excited her. Every inch of her body reduced to meat for the disposable pleasure of every man.
As he built to a climax he began fucking her harder, with greater urgency. He removed her feet from his mouth and spread her legs at the knees, now leaning across her torso and pressing his face in toward her ear, so that only she could hear him.
"Still coming in on Monday?" he whispered with a little laugh. "I'd love to just keep you under my desk from now on. But I don't think the higher-ups would allow it."
He was thrusting into her savagely now, the froth of her arousal actually splashing up onto his upper pelvis now with each ramming home of his cock.
"Yeah, I'd love to keep you down there all day, letting the boys use you as a little favor whenever they wanted. But you can't be on the corporate payroll now, sadly. Yeah, you'd better get used to this. The only career option left after this is going to be sucking dick for 12 hours a day in some Thai brothel. I always knew you were a secret little . Shame on you." His thrusts punctuated each word now. "Shame...on...you!"
With that he unloaded in her, his breath hot in her ear as she felt the warm crud spurting out of him, joining the vile tithe already tabernacled within her, being absorbed by the vulnerable internal flesh of her vaginal cavity. She felt waves of heat pulse through her body, reverberating from the thrill of the degradation and fear that his words gave her. He was right, and it horrified and exulted her. A for life.
He pulled out and then as one final insult presented his diminishing member to her face. "Suck your filth off of me, ."
She found herself doing it without question, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to be ordered about like some self-hating sex servant, her mouth sucking the sweat and vaginal juice and the semen of multiple men from his shaft, and then moving up even to lick the quim from his lower belly and suck it from his matted pubic hair.
"Open your mouth," he ordered her, and upon her acquiescence he spit full into her upturned mouth, globs of his spit landing right on her tongue. Like a chastised dog, she looked down, closed her mouth and swallowed it.
Daniel was beaming. "We should hire you!" he said to Rick. "That's how this flooze needs to be treated! Who's next? More than one, she can take it! She needs it!"
The next discernible period of time ran together for Kattie, faded by the drugs and the alcohol that kept being supplied in a slow, steady drip, just enough to keep her rolling, but never enough to push her beyond consciousness. They wanted her to be cognizant of her defile. A spectacle of dicks, a spectacle of ways to destroy a woman. They had finally surrendered all pretense of restraint, the alcohol and drugs being freely passed around to all having broken any remaining vestige of it. Cameras in her face, at her asshole, once positioned to capture up close as load after load poured out of her, several men having elected to creampie her in succession. Hours and hours of footage of her being fucked in every way the most extreme pornstar had ever been fucked.
They tossed her this way and that, manhandling her like a ragdoll, seemingly unconcerned with their own health now so liquored up were they, barebacking her and kissing her and eating her out and some spreading her asscheeks and frenching her anus, kissing and sucking the puckered starfish of her sphincter. She creamed and squirted on dicks, on faces, on the fists of men so emboldened that her two lower holes were made to grip both their wrists simultaneously, her pussy and anus stretched to new limits. Daniel and his crew ensured that no man went twice, not until everyone present had their turn. Their concern was to increase the number of individual men who fucked her, to increase the taboo body count number that she would carry the rest of her days.
As for the value of this number, Kattie had no guess. She felt like she could barely remember a time before dicks. She would have had no idea how many men had used her that night, but she finally noticed in one moment of partial clarity that the commenters on the screen had been keeping track: 136, apparently, since this whole ordeal had begun. She couldn't even wrap her head around the number. 136 different men had fucked her, and more yet seemed to be waiting. She was trash now, and yet she wanted more. One commenter was asking if she was going to break the record. Some chick had put together a 900 man gang fuck. Albeit that bitch was physically wrecked for life.
The men entered and used her so easily now. Her butthole, which had been so tight earlier in the evening, seemed to have lost its elasticity, and continued gaping open even after someone pulled out. She just relaxed her holes and let the revolving carousel of dicks fuck her as deeply as they could. How many times she had watched porn of women in situations similar to this and reveled in it. Brought herself to an orgasm in a way that nothing else could. To see girls stripped of their autonomy, their cleanliness and dignity, reduced to a disposable thing that men would use without any thought to the consequences for the girl. And now it was happening to her.
Not long after seeing her number, at her lowest moment, they put the camera right in her face again as she was being fucked, and told her to tell everyone what a she was. Staring deep into the lens, into the thousands of thousands of viewers, and the untold millions who would watch later, she did so, almost passionately, firmly dedicated to just completing the destruction wrought upon her.
"My name is Kattie Duval," she said, feeling the dick fill her, "and I am a purely sex addicted piece of trash." The words seemed to add to her intoxication. She wanted to just sink into the shame now, to drown in it. She saw her face on the TV, filling the screen, capturing in perfect clarity every detail of her skin, every twitch of her facial muscles. "I've just fucked 130 men. No, More. I have no worth now except making men cum. I will fuck anyone and everyone who wants it for the rest of my life. Don't let me tell you no. This pussy is yours."
More time. More fucking. Dicks, fingers, fists, entering every part of her, grown men with no restraints, behaving like sex-starved getting cunt for the first time, finally getting away with something. Her tits slapped, mauled or clenched. Some men slapped her full across the face while another plowed her from behind. The flash of indignity smothered her in lust. Her mouth licked every body part offered to her, cleaning sweat from crotches.
There came some overweight Mexican man who, even after all that, decided to have her extend her tongue out as far as she could while he fucked her missionary style, and proceeded to full-on lick the surface of her tongue with his own, licking and feeling the rough bumps of her tastebuds, finally sucking her tongue into his mouth to the point of pain when he finally jismed in her cunt in hot, stuttering release, this feeling like a new extent of violation even after everything else.
Seeing her sudden look of revulsion at sharing such a sloppy french kiss (of sorts) with this discusting man, the next three men, careless of their own hygiene by liquor and drugs, all took it upon themselves to lick, slurp and suck on her tongue with great relish as they lay between her legs, fucking her.
Hearing her involuntary whines of distaste, Daniel taunted: "What, you don't kiss the guys who you let fuck you? What are you, just a ? You're not getting paid for this. Give them some sugar, honey."
She wasn't sure why, but this mouth to mouth, the swapping of spit and the meeting of tongues, did indeed make her feel more degraded and used than most things prior. Almost as if this was an act reserved for romance, and now they were making a mockery of even that with her. Of course, predictably, the depravity and revulsion soon turned her on even more, and by the time the third guy started on her, she began orgasming as soon as he sucked her tongue up into his own mouth. She was squirting on his dick even as he began penetrating her. Following this, a man in a business suit took his turn, and instead of kissing her made her get down on the floor and lick his shoes all over until they were squeaky clean, even the bottoms.
"Now no one will want to kiss that pretty, filthy mouth anymore," he said with leering disdain.
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Fan Game
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Posted:Apr 22, 2024 2:14 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 10:43 am 4708 Views
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Someone gave me an idea this morning. 4/22/24 For those of you that like the "Fan" game on alt. We can play a little game. If you are a fan of mine, I'll give you the opportunity to control one of my lovense toys. I have 5 of them. You'll just need to download the lovense remote app.
Let's say as of Wednesday noon my time the results will be tallied.
The 5th place fan can have 10 minutes with the toy of my choosing. Including private chat in the app.
The 4th place fan can have 20 minutes. with the toy of my choosing. Including private chat in the app.
The 3rd place fan can have 30 minutes, with the toy of their choosing. Including private chat in the app.
The 2nd place fan can have 45 minutes, with the toy of my choosing, with voice notes from me (and hopefully you).
The 1st place fan can have 1 hour, either with the toy of their choosing while i'm home with voice notes, or with the toy of my choosing while I am out in public.
Drop a message if this sounds fun or blast me if it sounds too conceited. Oh and remember I can not initiate messages on here, but I can respond to them.
To play one has to hotlist the person that they want to be a fan of. The amount of #1 fan will be shown then.
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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy Chapter 9-10
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Posted:Apr 21, 2024 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 9:42 am 4544 Views
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Make sure to scroll down and start at Chapter 1
"Hope those dicks have got your shitter limbered up."
Even with the poppers still running through her system, Kattie had to try to control the muscles in her anus to relax. This was a new, more intense violation. Her sphincter clenched against the hard plastic invader, now nearly a foot deep in her rectum, instinctively trying to pinch it off or push it out. But it was not about to leave. Once he had it fully inserted, Daniel began to slowly widen it, forcing Kattie's anal tunnel to gape open. She was sweating and moaning in intense discomfort. She gripped the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white.
"Get a good shot now," Daniel told the camera operator.
Kattie could see on the screen that her asshole was being held open maybe three inches wide. It felt like someone had shoved a baseball bat into her. The inner walls of her rectum were a vivid dark pink, almost red. At first her gape just led eventually to darkness, but then they flicked on a bright light at the front of the camera, and suddenly you could see all the way into her ass, down to where it turned and led off at a different angle.
Kattie could hardly believe that the profane image she was looking at was a part of her. They recorded their shameful footage for maybe four or five minutes, making sure to document everything in thorough detail, before finally clamping the speculum shut again and withdrawing it. Kattie had never felt such intense relief. It had felt like she was being ripped apart. And all for the gratification of a million perverts. Even after the speculum was all the way out her asshole continued gaping open of its own volition for a long time. Kattie had to squeeze her sphincter muscles to try to make it shut, but at first it was almost like it just had a new closed diameter. Finally it returned more or less to normal.
"Now lets take a look inside her front."
They pushed her up into a sitting position and then spread her long, slender legs, a guy on each side of her holding each leg as wide as they could get it to go, making Kattie completely spread eagle. On the screen, she could see the camera being situated so that it was focused solely on her, her body filling nearly the entirety of the screen. Her legs were bent at the knee while spread, so as to allow the focus to get in tighter while still keeping her feet in the picture, for those guys that were into that. They wanted every single bit of her possible to be on display at once. The scarlet bedsheets behind her served as a backdrop to make her creamy skin stand out in greater contrast.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Kattie." Daniel said. He traced the slick crack of her mound with one finger, flicking the slight flange of her inner labia back and forth. He looked at the screen. "I love this image with your pussy and face framed together. A beautiful face for a beautiful pussy. They really complement each other. Hopefully everyone who looks you in the face after today will be able to immediately draw up a mental image of this pussy to go with it. We'll try to make it easy for them."
He walked over to the desk, where she noticed for the first time that there was a large implement there of some kind: a clear, plastic cylinder about the width of a wine bottle.
"It's really a shame, in a way, that you're letting that beautiful pussy get ruined. I'm not sure it will ever be the same after today."
Kattie felt a gush of wetness drool out of her cunt, spilling out in a white, creamy bead that was partly her own juice and partly the cum of multiple guys. They'd wiped down the outside of her body, but the inside still held the remnants of her many partners.
With her legs held open firmly in place by the two guys, Daniel began inserting the clear cylinder into her pussy. The wetness between Kattie's legs ensured that he didn't need lube for this side. The implement was slightly tapered on the front end, which allowed the initial point of entry, but then it quickly became thicker, reaching that wine bottle width. It was far bigger than any of the dicks that had fucked Kattie, and was thus the widest her pussy had ever been stretched. At least this hole had more elasticity than her ass. She involuntarily began breathing in short, shallow breaths, almost feeling as if she were giving labor in reverse. She looked down in disbelief as the clear plastic cylinder slowly sank further into her, and then finally bottomed out at the absolute deepest point of her vagina. She felt it nudge gently but firmly against her cervix, and then, looking down, saw as a generous portion of cum suddenly squeezed out of her, displaced by the cylinder taking up every single square millimeter of real estate in her pussy. Her pussy lips strained around the perimeter of the hollow tool. The intense discomfort of the stretch felt almost metaphorical for the unfathomable extent of her exposure.
And how exposed she was. Again the lights on the camera flicked on. The walls of the clear cylinder were strong, but thin, causing essentially zero obscurity whatsoever. It was obviously specifically designed to offer unparalleled views inside of a woman's vagina, and it was impeccable at its job. Looking at herself on the screen, Kattie felt it was possible that no woman in history had ever been more exposed. From her face to her asshole to the soles of her bare feet...to the gaping tunnel of her defiled vagina, lit all the way back to the pink ring of her cervix, the entrance to her very womb. The core of her womanhood, held open for the consideration of the whole world. All crystal clear, unmistakable. Broadcast to the ends of the earth, for posterity, not to mention to the million plus live viewers online and the dozens of men standing in the room.
Kattie looked at this insanely explicit image of herself, still only partially able to mentally accept that it was her, that this was really happening. She was both horrified and masochistically turned on. Turned on by the fact that her life was being destroyed. That all of her private reservations and insecurities were being amplified a billion times over, then ripped from her and wadded up. She could see how flushed her face was, how obviously blossoming with lust and humiliation. She was and always had been a deeply shy, reserved person. That must be why this had always been her darkest fantasy. To have forced on her the ultimate possible manifestation of her insecurities. The ultimate submission and masochism. She had never consciously realized that that was what she so thoroughly wanted until this happened. She used to be almost debilitatingly embarrassed just by having a single doctor at the gyno look inside her vagina, and now anyone and everyone was, all at once. The deep, forbidden tingle she had felt while spread in those stirrups was now a waterfall pouring out of her exhibited loins.
After a torturous amount of time taking in the full context shot, they of course got in close for the detailed examination of her cunt's interior. For it was just a cunt now, wasn't it? Pussy seemed too precious of a term to apply to the filthy thing onscreen.
Another several agonizing few minutes of intense documentation and the cylinder was slowly removed. Before her pussy had even had time to recover or close back, Daniel put three fingers from each hand in and held her open for another couple minutes, to allow for interior footage without the cylinder present. Then, just when he said "Alright, I think that just about covers everything this slut could ever offer anyone," and Kattie thought she was going to get a brief reprieve, Daniel slipped his entire fist into her.
She was shocked at how easily he did it. One moment she had been empty (even if gaped), and now she was looking down at her pussy lips completely enclosed around a man's wrist. Of course the cylinder had cleared the way for him, but still. Psychologically it was staggering. She was just a , whose cunt could take every bit of a man at any time. He pumped his fist back and forth inside of her, pulling the rest of her now-sweating-again body close to him. Then with his other hand he produced a vibrator and held it against her clit. He began to mutter crudely in her ear, his breath hot.
"You love this don't you? You want every man in the world to see this, to know what a slut you are. Isn't that right?"
The vibrator teased all the sexual build up out of her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure across her body, smoothing over the intensity of the fist in her pussy. She felt chills run up and down her back. His fist was sliding back and forth effortlessly, making a slushing noise as he fist-fucked her soaked cunt.
"Yes, yes I do!" she gasped, loudly, unable to conceal it. The added pleasure of the vibrator was making her appreciate the fist in her more. She was beginning to love it. What better way to surrender completely than to just let a man defile your supposedly sacred parts with his entire fucking hand? "You all own me. Every part of me!" she barely audibly exhaled.
Suddenly he pulled back and ducked down on the floor next to the bed, but keeping his hands doing what they were doing to her body. If someone hadn't been there to keep her in an upright position on the edge of the bed she would have fallen. Keeping his hands busy but his body out of the way of the camera, Daniel said, loudly:
"Then tell them. Let every guy out there know how much you love surrendering everything you have to them. How much you love knowing that this video will be everywhere, indefinitely. That everywhere you go for the rest of your life, you will have to assume that every stranger you interact with or pass on the street will have very possibly seen it, or own copies of it. You do love that, don't you?"
"Yes! YES!" she cried.
A long, slow orgasm was building over her entire body. Yes. Yes! She would say anything right now. And to a large part of her in this moment, it was true, and that part was now dictating everything she said.
"Do you want every guy on the street to know that they can do whatever they want to you, at any time?"
"I DO! I FUCKING DO!" She was grinding her hips back and forth wildly now, almost fucking his fist now more than it was fucking her.
"Say it, explicitly. Say that any man, no matter who he is or what he looks like, can use you in any way they want, for the rest of your life. You want to fuck every man who recognizes you."
The orgasm was beginning to rip through her in full force now. She was nearly delirious.
"I DO! I WANT...EVERYONE...TO...FUCK ME!!"
Her toes were curling back and forth, and her head lolled back as she let forth a completely unbridled scream of surrender, pleasure, and release. Her juices were just pouring down Daniel's forearm in rivulets, dripping off of his elbow. Still riding the intense afterglow, and nearly building to a second one, she heard Daniel say "clarify it for them. Make sure they know you really want it!"
He slowed his hand a bit. She desperately needed him to speed up. The word "clarify" kicked in some of her legal writing skills. She heard herself continue, without further prompting:
"My name is Kattie Duval from Lakewood, California, and I am the fuck-property of every man who recognizes me and requests the use of my body for the rest of my life. I want to live out my humiliating fantasies. The word No is just a part of my reluctance fantasy. I don't have the ability to say no. If I say the word 'no,' I'm really saying 'yes.' "
Another orgasm was cresting. She couldn't believe what she was hearing herself say, but it was pushing her straight to another release. Saying these things into that camera was giving her the greatest rush of her life.
"Anything you do to me, anything, all the fucking i do...it... is...consensual. No...matter...WHAT! I am consenting to all sexual conduct toward me until the day I die. I love it all and it is my desire to be taken and ravaged. There is no need to ask. Consider this video my digital signature.
Another ferocious orgasm rocked her. At that moment, Daniel pulled his fist all the way out of her with an audible plop. A waterfall of squirt poured out of her, so much that it all pooled up maybe an inch deep in the indentation in the bed in front of her crotch.
They let her lay back for a moment to finally recover. She panted deeply on the bed, suddenly physically and emotionally spent to her core. What the fuck had she just said? She looked up, at the still jam packed room of men all staring at her like hungry dogs. She was not done. Not nearly done. She tried to count the number of men who had their dicks out, brazenly jerking them, obviously still looking for a piece of the action. It had to be over 30. She let her head collapse back onto the bed.
"Well," Daniel was saying. "You heard her. She wants to fuck basically every guy on earth. Let's let her get a good head start by tackling everyone left in this room, and those of you out on the walkway. To keep things somewhat under control, let's make sure only guys get to go who haven't had a turn yet. We don't want anyone to be left out. And don't be afraid to get a bit more creative with what you make this bitch do. I think the fist has really broadened the horizons of what she wants. So, who's next?"
CH 10
Daniel floated a platter of the ground up poppers in front of Kattie's nose again, which she snorted up without hesitating. She had just been fucked by somewhere in the ballpark of 40 guys, and it seemed that her session may not even be halfway through. She needed all the drug assistance she could get. The warmth and the stuffy feeling of contentment coursed through her again. She let her body relax itself.
Two new guys were standing next to the bed, jerking themselves to get fully hard, staring at her along with the gallery of men in the rest of the room and spilling out onto the walkway outside, dozens of them, all with their attention centered on her, predatory. Every one of them just vying for his turn to get his dick inside of her, not a one of them caring about her pleasure, comfort, or safety. They just wanted to use her, even if it destroyed her. Perhaps especially if it destroyed her. She felt incredibly vulnerable and threatened in that moment: her alone, completely nude and unprotected, surrounded by a surging mass of aggressive testosterone, all aimed at her. She imagined all 50 plus of those waiting dicks getting inside of her, 50 plus loads of semen being dumped in her. Even in her fear, she felt another huge tingle of excitement rush to her loins. She couldn't imagine anything hotter.
Then they were back at her. Some guy pushed her down so that she was laying flat on her stomach, but pulled her ass up high so he could mount her from behind. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down the crack of her labia a few times to borrow some lubrication, then plunged full length into her asshole. Kattie felt her breath leave her momentarily, still after all these cocks. This guy was especially well-endowed. As he began pounding into her, the camera guy got right up close in her face, so that her expressions were the focus of the shot, her face nearly filling the frame. Every ounce of her humiliation displayed. The guy fucking her was just a thrusting blur in the background.
"Give us a little commentary," the camera guy said.
"I'm...getting...fucked in my ass," Kattie offered awkwardly.
"By who?"
"I don't know."
"What does that make you feel like, to not even know the guy whose bare dick is buried eight inches in your rectum? Look into the camera, not at me. Tell all your friends."
"It makes...me...feel...like a ," she panted between the thrusts of her partner. It was true, and she hated it and loved it at the same time. They were all already watching. They had already seen everything, and she could never face any of them again. What difference did it make if she told them?
Suddenly Daniel crouched near her, holding her cellphone.
"Looks like your phone has been blowing up for the last couple hours," he said. "I'd kind of neglected it. But it seems like a lot of people are worried about you, or want answers. Do you want to go ahead and give them an answer now, to the camera?"
Kattie looked at him and then back into the camera, her face jolting slightly forward with every thrust.
"Rachel says: 'WTF is going on, is this real?' Bryce says: 'You OK?' A whole bunch of other texts here. Several missed calls. You have a few from your dad, it looks like. Want to chat with him? I can give him a call back. Hopefully he's not actually watching. That would be fucked up, wouldn't it?"
A new wave of dread hit Kattie in the stomach. Just when she thought she could not go any lower.
Daniel was already calling. She could hear the ring. She hoped he wouldn't answer. But then there was his voice.
"Kattie? What the fuck is going on? Where are you?"
She couldn't say anything. Finally Daniel spoke.
"I'm afraid your isn't who you thought she was, Mr. Duval. She's got a stranger's cock in her ass right now. He's about the 50th guy to rawdog her tonight. I've honestly quit counting."
"You of a fucking bitch. If I didn't live on the other side of the country I'd have my hands around your throat right now."
"There's no need to get so angry at me. I'm just fulfilling your 's wishes. She asked us to do this, believe it or not. Are you watching the livestream right now? You can see we're treating her just the way she wants to be treated."
"Fuck you."
"Here Kattie, say hi to dad. Tell him you love strangers' cock in your ass."
He held the camera to her mouth. She froze up.
"Go ahead. There's video evidence, hon. He'll know either way."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if he thought that somehow a denial from her could erase the evidence of things he'd already seen.
She heard the sound of the guy behind her's thighs and pelvis slapping against her ass, filling the room. She just wanted to get it over with.
"I love having strangers' cocks in my ass, dad."
A long pause, then she heard the beep that signified the call had ended on the other side. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. The guy behind her was depositing a load in her rectum - she could feel the hot cum sliding deeper down into her angled-upward ass. Another was already replacing him. The faces surrounding her were anonymous to her, a teeming wall of giddy onlookers, pitiless, remorseless. Some with their faces covered in crude masks, nylon pantyhose or ski masks, to hide their identities from the camera. The new cock in her ass was larger than the one before, filling her body with the searing pain, bad and good, of the stretch. Its owner drilled into her enthusiastically, rapidly, shunting her whole body forward with each violent thrust. Her head bobbed toward the leering crowd time and again, the faces laughing or sneering, drinking beer and filming on their phones. The camera was still right in her face, capturing each wince and contortion she gave, the watering gaze of her eyes unable to avoid the lens for long, the gaze returned by a million unseen remote pairs of eyes.
The brief period of one on ones ended with her anal batterer. There were simply too many impatient men, whipped into a frenzy by the explicit spectacle before them. Another wave of cocks, stuffed into her in increasingly vulgar and colorful ways, the positions and mechanics dictated at times by Daniel or his henchmen, seemingly designed to display her body being fucked in the widest variety of ways, like they were checking off boxes on a list, striving to document her exposure in every form ever presented in porn.
She snorted more poppers and time slipped into another haze, aided now too by occasional sips of tequila and even a bump of cocaine presented to her on the head of an engorged cock. Anything to keep her going. Twenty more cocks now since the phone call? Thirty? She didn't know. She only knew that the number didn't even matter anymore. Surely any consequence that could possibly be afflicted on her body was already there. Pregnancy, disease. What difference did 30 bare dicks inside her make versus 60, or 100, or whatever the fuck number she would end at before this night was over?
They fucked her like a ragdoll, tossing her this way and that, pushing and stretching her body to the limits of physicality. She laid on her back atop some black Adonis with a cock thick as a Coke can and twice as long, his dick buried to the hilt in her rectum, while he gripped her under her knees and held her legs spread open as wide as they could go, showcasing for the room her pussy raw and wet and parted slightly above his python in her ass. Through the slight gape of her cunt you could see where the cock in her ass distended the inner wall of her vagina, making it bulge out toward the opening. Her cunt looked so empty in contrast to the stuffed asshole, begging for a double penetration which was soon provided. Any way someone wanted her they could have her. Soon they were trying double pussy penetration, Kattie on all fours huffing and drawing breath in ragged, short bursts as a man lying beneath her and one kneeling behind her both strained to get their cocks inside the single, strained rim of her pussy hole. At this feat, Kattie felt panic again for the first time in a couple hours. She thought surely her pussy would rip before these brutes accomplished their thoughtless goal. She was wrong, however, and suddenly with a pop the wet lower frenulum of her pussy yielded and the two cocks were in her, pumping away carelessly, tightly hugged to one another by the restriction of her single hole. Her vaginal opening seemed to have just permanently stretched to accommodate this type of violation, for three other pairs of men followed in suit one after the other with much greater ease than the first pair had had.
More cocks, more cum. She had learned to enjoy the taste of it, perhaps as a survival mechanism, or perhaps just because of the complete suppression of her disgust reflex that her shocking level of horniness brought. She found herself back in the throes of it now, riding the high of both the drugs and the natural high that this insane situation clouded her brain with. She stuck her tongue out eagerly as hot, bitter loads of cum landed on it again and again, gently rubbing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, pushing it in and out against her top lip, coating the surface of her tongue in the cum, making a filthy show of it, seemingly determined to demonstrate what a nasty she was after all.
She was caught in the cycle, fluctuating from one extreme to the other. From abject horror and humiliation to pure lust and back, within the course of an hour. But the periods of pure shame were shortening and becoming more rare. The lust was taking over. She would sometimes see herself on the screen and it would seem like an out of body experience. She would want the nasty slut on the screen to get gang fucked and sullied and ruined as much as any of the men present. The humiliation caused arousal, which caused further humiliation that such a thing would arouse her, and this built up in a vicious, self-fueling circle that now had her visibly engorged clit humming like a live wire - like a raw, exposed nerve of pure pleasure. Every time someone even bumped into it an electric orgasm ripped through her body, radiating out in warm, flashing pulses of tingles from her clit., flashing pulses of tingles from her clit.
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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy CH 7-8
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Posted:Apr 20, 2024 12:09 pm
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[Make sure to scroll down to start at Chapter 1 for the full setup of the story. ]
Before Kattie could even obey Daniel's orders to go up to the motel room, his instructions had changed.
"Wait," he said as one of his accomplices was about to open the van door. "I guess it's silly to let her walk across the parking lot in her clothes. We're in a town that doesn't call the cops, especially not about a silly little thing like that. Let's give those guys over there a little show."
He pointed across the parking lot, to where a group of four rough-looking Pomona construction workers, all black guys, were standing around a utility box, smoking.
"Give me that shirt and those shorts," Daniel said.
They ripped both articles from her. Kattie crouched in the van, as naked as the day she was born. One of them slid the door to the van wide open, the side facing the construction workers, who were about 30 feet or one "first-down" away.
"Get on out," Daniel said.
Kattie hesitated a moment, suddenly paralyzed by the idea of being fully nude in public. Even with having had an HD camera pointed between her spread legs for the last hour or more, she was terrified of the idea of this new kind of exposure.
"Get out and go up to the room or we'll take you over there and let all four of those guys fuck you on the shoulder of the highway. Do not run. Walk slow, with your head held high. In fact, I want to see you turn around three times and smile at those guys."
Kattie knew he was serious. She felt herself getting out of the van, just doing it before her brain could consider it further. The men in the parking lot just stared in shocked silence. They'd seen some shit, but never a beautiful white girl walking through public completely naked. Kattie could feel her face flushing as she saw heads turning in cars stopped at the red light adjacent to the parking lot. She turned and looked them smiling. Took a few more steps and turned again. The men were picking up on a hint. "I think she's a wantin us to follow" one said to the others. A couple of the cars honked their horns. She tried to ignore them, walking toward the staircase as if everything were perfectly normal. The little pebbles in the pavement dug into the bottoms of her bare feet. She could hear someone following behind her with the camera, documenting her humiliating ordeal.
The men were whistling and shouting lewd comments now, having gotten over their initial shock. She was terrified of them, of what they could do to her. At the same time, she felt a fresh trickle running down her thigh. She looked down. It wasn't cum. It was her own juice, running perfectly clear, glinting in the sunlight. She hoped the camera wouldn't pick it up.
Behind her, Daniel was calling to the men: "She's a new . We're trying to break her in.
At the bottom of the stairs, she turned and smiled one more time.
Daniel continued "Come up to room 206 to try her out." Hearing this, Kattie felt something strange. Her heart simultaneously fluttered with indignation at what was being said about her, but also with deep excitement.
She walked up the stairs. The camera guy stayed a few steps below her, to get the best angle of her ass and pussy as she walked. As she rounded the landing to go up the second flight, she saw that the four construction guys were following. She felt light-headed. She was really going to keep getting fucked by complete strangers. Where would it end? What did these men want? Why her? She considered her immediate fate. It wouldn't just be these guys. Daniel had mentioned posting their address to all those people watching online. The reality that she would be spreading her legs for countless more men tonight, letting them enter her and violate her, unprotected if they wanted, suddenly it hit her. There would be nothing she could do about it. By the time she got to the room, her pussy was throbbing along to her heartbeat.
When the construction guys entered, followed by her film crew, she was laying on the bed, waiting for them. What else was there for her to do? She was trembling, but she felt her pussy was ready for them.
They looked rough, and looked at her like they knew what to do with girls like her. With whores. Without an introductory word, they began unbuckling their belts, devouring her with their gazes.
"So this shit completely free?" one of them asked.
"One hundred percent," Daniel said. "She's doesn't deserve to be an earner yet. But..."
"Oh here it comes, I ain't payin. But what?" The leader exasperatedly asked.
Daniel continued "You have to agree to be recorded and published. I need you to look into the camera and confirm that you approve being in this recording."
"Oh shit, is that all." Each of them confirmed that they were ok with being in the recording. And that was enough for these guys. They didn't even ask about how this was going to be used. They circled around her and began pulling their dicks out.
*
Steve wadded up the soiled paper towel that held his third load of the evening and tossed it in the trash. He kept watching the livestream from the darkened bedroom of his apartment. In this brief post-orgasm window of clarity, the full enormity of what he had done to Kattie began to really set in. He was watching her get fucked mercilessly by four black construction workers: her ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth dicks of the day. How many more would there be? It was probably only just getting started. She had woken up this morning and gone to work like it was any other day, putting on a cute dress and putting on makeup to make herself look even more pretty. With dignity and an exclusive, respectable little pussy that she had only ever let one man enter before. But now she was going to give it away to more guys in a single day than even the sluttiest girls do in a lifetime. He had begun an avalanche of dick for her that had no definitive end in sight.
In the live chat that accompanied the livestream, he watched the comments pour in, giving the location of the hotel room where they were at. It was an open-invite now. Of course the vast majority of the million plus people watching were too far away to even consider joining in, but many surely weren't. Between the spammed hotel address, more and more pictures of Kattie from her regular life were flooding in. People enjoyed posting those.
They had found out absolutely everything about her. Had all her info, the names of friends, relatives, everyone. Most of her life history. Her address, her phone number, her email addresses. Where she had gone to school. A YouTube channel she had made. They thought they were helping her achieve her fantasies in some way by exposing all this, but there had to be a sadistic streak in all of them. Even if all the men were anonymous this behavior was obviously incredibly destructive to engage in for any girl. But having it spread to every guy she knows in addition, oh god it was ruinous, but they didn't care. She had (they thought) made the initiation, she had let it be known that she wanted this, and now they were going to make her desires a permanent fixture of her life.
Steve obviously didn't care either. Not really. He had asked himself if he was a psychopath in the refractory period after cumming, but that guilt was already passing. As he watched the pictures of Kattie pour in from strangers who wanted to destroy her, he was already horny again. He thought of the million watching this, of the thousands of HD copies of this video being made and spread to sites across the internet, downloaded to hundreds of thousands of different hard drives. It would never even begin to go away. Everywhere Kattie ever went again for the rest of her life, she would have to wonder if every guy who gives her a second glance recognized her, if he had an HD video of her doing the most shameful things on earth in his possession. Did he have HD pictures of her pussy, her asshole, her body covered in cum. It was like she'd never be able to really be dressed again. Never able to close her legs and cover her shame.
He was rubbing his cock again.
*
Kattie tried to peak around the torso of the man fucking her mouth to get a glimpse of the new figures standing in the doorway. More people here to use her like a . With a jolt, she realized she knew at least one of the newcomers. What was his name...Clyde? Some guy she had gone to high school with. He was with a few others.
OMG she thought. So they had really done it. They had posted all this somewhere people who know her would see it. Perhaps on her Facebook. She didn't know. There had previously been a shred of possibility that the threat was a lie, but not anymore. It felt like a nightmare. It couldn't be real.
She realized she knew the other guys too, a little bit. All had gone to high school with her, though she had never really talked to them. But here they were, grinning, watching her take a huge black cock up her ass while she gagged herself over and over on another. The guy in her mouth pulled out just long enough to put a little tan pill on the end of his dick and then slip it back into her. The other two black guys who had fucked her were cleaning up and getting dressed again. They had fucked the shit out of her, for probably 45 minutes or more, taking turns in every one of her holes. None of them had worn condoms. The guy behind her fucked her doggy style in her ass, reaming out her asshole while the hole beneath it leaked the cum of the first two guys down onto the bedsheets. Now the other two were trying to finish, evidently determined to make this hard on her.
Daniel was hooking the laptop up to the TV, to use it as a big screen monitor. There it was. The live feed of her being spit roasted by two black strangers. Now Daniel switched to a different tab. As the guy fucking her mouth pulled out and unloaded his cum all over her he smiled and told her not to worry he had just given her a nice hit of Molly. She would feel quite trusting of everyone very soon. But as he said this she suddenly noticed the monitor and OMG they were on her Facebook page. They were actually logged in as her, somehow, posting as her. With a sickening feeling she realized that they had been posting as her for the last hour or more from the motel room, posting the shameful pictures they had taken earlier, of her kneeling nude and prostrate before the camera, looking up into it like a wanton slut. She didn't even have to read closely to see what they'd posted. 20-plus variations of the message "I'm a worthless fuckpig who wants to be a slut for life," along with the link to the live feed and the address of this hotel. She watched in horror as Daniel began clicking "accept" over and over again to the 16000 plus friend requests that showed up on her page. He then turned to her as she begged not to. "I'll never get thru all of these." He went to her settings and made all of her info Public. "Let em all have everything. Don't you agree Kattie?" he shook his head up and down, his eyes piercing, letting her know that she should agree. Kattie followed, nodding yes, being obedient. Being filmed of her agreeing.
She then looked at the tabs at the top of the screen and realized he had her professional LinkedIn page open as well and was posting the same stuff there. So that was it. Her life was officially ruined. This would be the sole defining, unforgettable act of her life from here on out.
When the next dick entered her mouth, from one of the guys she'd recognized from high school, she found herself fellating it with a new attitude. It was as if the confirmation that her life was permanently ruined gave her a new freedom. This was it. She could just let herself be resigned to this fate. As the black guy finally filled her rectum with cum and was soon replaced by another of the guys from the doorway, she just let the degradation flow over her. She felt the two dicks of these guys that she just barely knew sawing in and out of her, just treating her as a host of warm, wet holes to get off in. Suddenly she nearly hit an orgasm. Maybe this is what she had needed her whole life. She just had to admit that her deepest, most suppressed desire was to be forcefully and completely degraded, to have all of her autonomy ripped away from her, without having even a little bit, single say in it.
There were more people in the doorway now, but Kattie didn't even try to scan their faces to see if she knew any of them. Surely she did. It didn't matter. This was it. She would fuck every single one of them. Do whatever they wanted. The forced nature of the situation absolved her of blame. The drug was kicking in. She could let them use her body in any way they could imagine, and not feel guilt, right? It wasn't like she had any choice, so she might as well enjoy it. And the fact that she didn't have any choice was maybe the hottest part of all. No she thought this can't be right.
More cum, more dicks. Someone was under her now, drilling away at her completely soaked pussy. He had just slid in without the slightest bit of resistance, she was so wet for it. Like a bitch in heat. She heard herself moaning constantly, just an ever-renewed wail of shame and pleasure. She was uttering words, unconsciously, a litany of filth escaping her lips.
"Fuck me," she was gasping, the words punctuated by the thrusts of the guy in her cunt. "Fuck my pussy. Cum in it. Make me your bitch."
They did make her their bitch. Over the fifty minutes Kattie tried to, in the back of her mind, keep a mental tally of how many different cocks got into one of her holes. She stopped counting after the 12th. They were switching out every few minutes, usually more than one of them in her at once. It was difficult for her to keep track.
After the third guy that chose to abuse her asshole came, Daniel came forward with a small tray with some crushed up powder on it.
"Snort this," he told her. "They're poppers. They'll loosen you up and let your filthy asshole take dick easier. Might make it all feel better too, not that you need help with that, you dumb slut. You were born to take dick, weren't you?"
Kattie nodded her agreement and snorted all the powder up without a second thought, cleaning the tray off in seconds like some doing blow. She felt it trickle through her nasal passages and then down her throat, bringing with it a warm rush to her head. Anything to let the dick in easier. She ground her crotch down against the thrusts of the two guys in her pussy and anus, trying to inspect every millimeter of the length of their cocks by internal feel. Her clit massaged down against the pelvis of the guy beneath her as his dick plunged the entire length of her vagina, from opening to cervix, over and over. She just wanted to drown in dicks. She could already feel her muscles loosening. Her sphincter quit reflexively trying to shut itself off from the invading cocks, and just accommodated, ready for the queued up line of dicks waiting for it.
*
It had been about 2 and a half hours since his prey had been taken to the hotel room. For 2 and a half hours Steve had watched, enthralled, while Kattie took dick after dick in a production that was worthy of the highest-budget porno ever made. The only difference was she wasn't getting paid for it.
Ch 8
There had definitely been a noticeable moment at which Kattie had begun fucking back, as opposed to merely being fucked. He could see her rational will changing-breaking, the succumbing to the primal part of the brain that was partially a mental defense and partially the undertaking of her most shameful, and thus most fulfilling deep desires.
If it had been her secret fantasy to be a slut, her wish has been fulfilled, she was getting that in spades. So far 38 individual guys had had their way with her pussy or asshole since they'd gotten to the hotel room, and plenty more with her mouth. He'd been counting. Probably a good half of them were guys who knew her and had decided to get in on the action after seeing the social media posts. From what he could tell, only about nine guys so far had bothered to use a condom. Everyone else gave it to her totally raw.
They had been somewhat reserved at first, patiently waiting their turn and fucking her the way they might fuck their girlfriends. About an hour in that idea went out the window. For the last 20 or so guys they had collectively riled themselves into just treating her like meat. Simply demolishing her. Hardly an instant passed in which she had an empty hole. She was always airtight, stuffed to the brim by a horde of nearly frenzied men who had for probably the first time in their life had all sexual constraints wiped off the table. They were obviously free to do whatever they wanted.
So far the sheer number of waiting guys had kept things relatively uncreative though. No one had been given enough time to get anything truly weird going. Instead, they simply triple penetrated her as she mostly stayed in the doggy position, fighting for breath whenever she could from the endless onslaught of dick. But boy did they make it count. The guys were all fucking her as deeply as they could, slamming into her holes, just reverse engineering her pussy and rectum. Whatever they had given Kattie to snort had evidently done it's job, just allowing her to accept dick after dick. Her pale, smooth and elegant body stood out in great contrast to the sea of hairy flesh swarming over it, all fighting for entry to her warm, hospitable orifices. The seeming purity and perfection of her fair skin and blond hair in contrast to the vulgarity of the mass that was violating her made the scene look all that much more explicit. Like some princess had been thrown from a tower to be gang banged by a waiting horde of angry peasants.
When he noticed the faces of a few of his and Kattie's male co-workers standing in wait in the doorway of the hotel room, he knew that there was no purpose in waiting any longer. He might as well get directly involved in the action he had started.
*
Kattie had long ago given up on the idea of protecting any semblance of dignity or autonomy over her body. It was easier to just let it completely wash over her, to submerge herself into the depravity. Dicks had become the totality of her experience. Forget whose they were or where they had been. Whether they were clean. She tasted dick, smelled dick, breathed dick. Dicks were in every one of her holes at all times, usually unprotected, nothing stopping them from rubbing themselves to completion on the wet folds of the interior of her body. Nothing stopping them from unloading their hot, fertile cum deep inside of her, deeper than she'd ever felt anything enter her before, directly onto the opening of her womb. A lot of the guys seemed to enjoy pushing themselves into her as deeply as they could right before ejaculating and then holding themselves there until they'd emptied every last drop, like they'd never been allowed to do it before and now there was no one to tell them no.
Kattie was actually exhilarated in being this for them. For being the absolute fucking every guy had always wanted to destroy but had never met. She was finding her final fulfillment in it. She had to. She had to savor it. Once this ended, once this sexual high came crashing down, so would everything else. She couldn't let herself think of the coming devastation of her life. There could only be dick. As long as another guy was fucking her, she didn't have to face her new reality.
She was coated in their discharge - her whole body - covered in cum and her own sweat and the sweat of dozens of men. Nothing but dick. Cum oozed from her pink opening in a thick mess as one spent cock plopped out of her and a fresh one took its place. Inside her where nothing could be remotely described as "fresh" now. But that didn't seem to matter to any of them. Maybe it excited them. To fuck this completely used, ravaged pussy, whose only purpose was to help as many men as possible empty a nut. How often would such an opportunity come to them? To fuck a hot, filthy instead of their tame girlfriends and wives. She loved being the . She wanted to just be everyone's for life. There was nothing left. A for life.
She didn't know how long she had been fucking, or how many men had used her. Surely dozens. She recognized many of them, but it didn't even make a difference now. She gave them all the same treatment, which was of course utter access to everything she had. When Daniel stepped in to call for a brief intermission of fucking, she suddenly felt vacant, empty. The sudden absence of cock in her felt like the loss of a limb. She instinctively ground her hips in a seeking circle in the air as the last cock pulled out, her pussy looking for something to fuck. But Daniel was calling for a brief lull in the action.
"Alright let's rein things in for a moment," he had announced to the room. There was a general cry of protest. "No, don't worry. Everyone who wants to take a turn is going to get one. But there's no rush. Let's find some other ways to get some use out of this filthy bitch."
He grabbed a handful of wet wipes and tossed them to a couple of the guys next to Kattie, where she was now just sitting in a daze on the bed, waiting to see what would happen next.
"Clean her up real quick. Try to get all the sweat and cum off of her. Let's let everyone have another good look at her in her purest state, if she even has one anymore."
The two guys accepted the job with relish, rubbing the wet towels over every inch of her body, frequently replacing them after they became soiled. From her face to her cunt to the spaces between her toes, they wiped her down, clearing away all the cum, sweat, saliva, and other filth that had accumulated on her body. Kattie did feel somewhat refreshed, even as some part of her desired for all of that filth to be replenished.
It was almost like Daniel could read her mind. "Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from. But I wanted to take this last opportunity to document every bit of you, before we dirty you up too much. I want to make sure no inch of your body will ever be a secret from anyone again. Let there be a standing record of everything anyone could ever want to see of you. Perfect reference material for anyone who ever meets you again, or has already known you. Luckily, with our more than adequate lighting and 4k cameras, you're going to be more thoroughly documented than you probably ever thought possible!"
Daniel's cronies suddenly produced two standing lights, the kind you would use in a modeling shoot, and flicked them on, angling them in such a way that the light of each overlapped on her body, removing any possible shadows. Kattie squinted slightly as the lights briefly blinded her. She saw herself in the live feed on the screen. It had already been perfectly well lit, but now it looked like she was sitting nude on a bed in some soundstage, so crisp and illuminated was the picture. Her longish, wavy red hair was wild, tussled up in a voluminous mess on her head that clearly conveyed that she had just been given the fucking of a lifetime, but other than that her lithe body still looked fair and pure. She instinctively covered her pale, modestly-sized breasts with her hands, even as she realized how ridiculous that was.
"Give us some space," Daniel said, making all the guys back off of the bed. He came forward with another one of his cronies, the one operating the camera. They got in for a closeup of her face.
"This is Ms. Kattie Duval, from Lakewood, California," Daniel said. Kattie felt her heart fluttering in panic at these words, even after all this. He proceeded to give her address, her phone number, even her social security number. "And she wants her body to be documented in perfect detail for the world. She thinks she has no right to keep any of it hidden from anyone, and we agree." Isn't that right Kattie? You are given all viewers the full rights to all of you and your current and future information fin perpetuity. Aren't you Ms. Duval?
Kattie nodded her head yes. Daniel whispered "Say it Kattie say it clearly!"
Facing the camera she looked down and uttered the words. "i hereby give all viewers full use and consent of my myself, my images and my current and future personal information for any use they deem useful. This consent is in-perpetuity.
"Thank you Kattie" Daniel was happy with himself. Since she had already heard what information he given out, there was no way for her to claim she didn't know the extent of her consent. He told the videographer to make that time, he needed to save it in the file.
Then they proceeded to follow through on their word, to a far greater extent than Kattie had possibly imagined they would. Over the next hour, they had her contort into a variety of different poses to show off literally every part of her body in close up, usually with each part in more than one angle. As Daniel explained: " Some where out there, there is a different guy who has a thing for every little individual piece of a woman's body. You don't want to let anybody out there down, do you?" Kattie's mouth dropped and she shook her head no. "Good" Daniel replied, "So let's cover every possible inch. Daniel looked into the camera, we have allowed screenshots to be taken. So enjoy."
They took full context shots, shots of her lying on her back regularly, then lying on her back with her legs spread, shots of her in doggy position, but also took shots in agonizing detail of every little thing. They would always linger long enough on each part to allow ample time for people to take screenshots of everything, should they want to have a lengthier inspection.
Her breasts were of course given plenty of screen time, both hanging naturally as well as squeezed and fondled by Daniel. The closeups of her nipples, hard as diamonds, showed each tiny bump on her areolas with clarity, showed the tiny maze of cracks and bumps on the tips of the nipples themselves. Kattie watched the screen in breathless humiliation and amazement. She had no idea cameras could even show that kind of detail.
They got closeups of her face, which somehow felt as invasive as anything else, as she tried to obscure the bombardment of conflicting emotions she was feeling. The fucking was preferable to this. There she could at least cloak herself in the action and insanity of what was going on, but with this inspection, she had nothing to use as a coping mechanism, nothing to distract her. It was pure, raw exposure and humiliation. And yet, her pussy was forming a virtual little lake on the bedsheets beneath her.
Daniel stroked the smooth skin of her cheek in a way that was delicate and strangely affectionate as they recorded her face. "Beautiful lips," he said. "Make a kissy face for us. That's good. Now pout. Stick that bottom lip out further. That's good. The little getting what she's always wanted. Open your mouth. Show us your tongue."
Kattie stuck her tongue out as far as she could as she looked up into the camera. They got in so tight that her tongue took up nearly the whole screen, until you could see her saliva shimmering over individual taste buds. She wondered what the hell kind of guy out there would need this much detail of her tongue of all things.
Next they inspected her teeth, and another of Daniel's guys came up behind her and stuck his fingers in her mouth from behind, two on each side, and spread her lips as far apart as he could without injuring her, like she had some implement from the dentist in. The full expanse of her pearly whites were on display on the screen, but it was not a dignified look it gave the rest of her face. She looked ridiculous with her mouth spread so wide that it was beginning to hurt. They of course got in closer, until you just saw the teeth and gums. They had her bite down and release a few times. She felt like a or some piece of livestock being inspected for a sale.
Next they inspected her hands, having her slowly twirl, grasp and ungrasp her slender fingers. From the glossy reflection on the nail polish she wore, so dark red that it was almost black, to the palms of her hands as she held them spread upturned for the camera. She had always been told that she had beautiful hands and had liked the way they looked, but had never thought she would model them in this context. Every single thing. Her smooth, hairless armpits even received some attention. Her legs.
Her feet were given particularly dedicated airtime, perhaps unsurprisingly. When they got to them, Daniel commented: "You have a foot fetishist's dream feet, girl. I hope you wear flip flops a lot. Slender and dainty, but just long enough to prevent any stubby toes or the like. Just a hint of pink coloration on the undersides. So shapely, with such lovely arches."
They took footage of every possible angle and position of her feet and her toes, the nails still coated perfectly in the same glossy polish as her fingernails. Her feet from the top, from the bottom. With her toes pulled back to accentuate the balls of her feet, with her toes scrunched and then with them splayed. Daniel would pull her toes apart himself and hold them open while they got shots of the soft skin in between. During a shot focusing on the underside of her big toe, Kattie noticed that when the camera fully focused you could even see the grooves and whorls of her toeprints. It was more detail than you would probably even notice with the naked eye. Guess this really would be every foot-fetishists wet dream.
Of course the most time of all was spent on the areas between her legs. Her bald pussy was inspected with obsessive detail, and from every position and angle a man may imagine it in his fantasies. Spread eagle, pushed together, seen from the rear between her legs when she was on all fours. Spread wide with fingers. Her clit, her outer and inner labia, the actual wet, pink entrance to her vagina. All in ridiculous quality.
Her asshole was given similar treatment. They had her get on all fours while someone held her ass cheeks open wide, giving a perfect view of everything from her lower back right on down past the still slightly puckered rim of her asshole, then down to her dripping clam. They had her facing the screen in this position, so that she could be hit with the full extent of her exposure. Kattie knew her face was flushing red, even after all this, as the camera focused and brought her sphincter into perfect clarity, filling the screen. At least her entire body from the neck down was 100% hairless. If her body was going to be documented for all time, at least it didn't come after a couple days of skipping out on her grooming habits. Kattie didn't like to have body hair, and she got rid of it religiously.
And now it was for everyone else's benefit. The wrinkled little ring circling her anus looked like the rim of some mountainous landscape, so clear and prominent the camera made every detail look. They had her suck it in and push it out, making it bulge briefly.
She shouldn't have been surprised, but they wanted to see her insides as well. Daniel produced a long, clear plastic speculum from somewhere and began lubricating it. Soon he was gently but firmly pressing it against her asshole. Kattie gasped slightly as she felt the clamped bill split her open.
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CH 5
In almost a whisper she started to say "I'm glad you know what a nasty slut I am now."
"Clearer and louder, sweetie."
Kattie looked up and opened her eyes wide "I'M GLAD YOU KNOW WHAT A NASTY SLUT I AM NOW!"
One of the guys deftly angled his dick into her mouth and started deepthroating her again, surging right past her gag reflex and fucking her throat directly, his balls up under her chin and her nose smashed into his belly.
"Good girl. Good girl."
He grabbed the back of her head and literally pulled her face in as hard as he could to his belly. A profane, guttural noise issued from Kattie's throat. She tried to push away from him, but he held her with incredible strength; she couldn't withdraw even a half an inch. No air was entering her lungs. The huge cock invaded her entire throat and her nose was completely smothered in the guys hairy belly, too. She thought she was going to suffocate.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out, he suddenly pulled out, drawing his thick, massive cock from her throat, the entire shaft glistening with copious amounts of her saliva. Kattie retched drool and spittle, and probably some cum from earlier, all over her own chest and stomach. She fell to the floor, drawing deep, ragged gasps of air.
"Was that enough for you, sweetie? Why don't we make this an open invite? Huh? What do you say? We're having plenty of fun with you, but it would be selfish to hog these sweet little holes all to ourselves. Why don't we let some of your fans have fun with you too?"
Daniel paused, waiting for the safeword. Surely, he thought. But it didn't come. Kattie sat sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily, looking up at him like the hottest little trashed fuck-minx he'd ever seen. This bitch was unbelievable.
"Alright then," he said. "It might get a little dicey here in your apartment. Don't want the landlord to call the cops on our fun. Why don't we head to a motel, and give out the address there? Let's see how nasty you really are."
Steve stared at the screen with the live feed of Kattie's ongoing debasement. At the moment it only showed shaky, scattered footage as the group moved from Kattie's apartment down to their van, where they were about to drive her to a hotel room for god knows what. The cameraman was mostly just concerned with getting to the car at this point, but he would occasionally linger for a moment on his companions. Kattie walked in the middle of the group, of her own accord it seemed, but one of the guys had a guiding hand placed around the back of her neck. They had apparently allowed her to throw on a black t shirt and some short running shorts, but that was all. Beneath those she was braless and pantiless, and she was walking barefoot as well. These articles of clothing would of course be coming off again, but he guessed they didn't want to attract too much attention at the moment. The scene certainly looked strange from an outside perspective. Even though these guys were under the impression they were doing something legal with written consent, it would still be smoother not to get the cops involved, so as not to shatter the "fantasy." Of course, the supposed written consent was bullshit. For Kattie, this was all very real.
Steve's adrenaline had been pumping for the better part of two hours. Although he had pretty meticulously planned and set this up, he had always expected in some part of his mind that it wouldn't actually work out. But it sure as hell was, far beyond his wildest expectations. He couldn't believe it was happening.
The viewer count had leveled out at just below a million active viewers. At least a hundred or so of those were surely people who knew Kattie personally, having been linked to this live web stream after being texted by Daniel and his crew in an attempt to deepen the extremity of Kattie's exhibitionism and humiliation. Of course, it went far deeper than Daniel knew.
This brief lull in the action as the crew loaded Kattie into the van and began their drive had made the commenters somewhat restless, and they began to speculate about the crazy slut putting on this show for them. The guys who knew her had been quite readily coerced into giving out Kattie's full real name in response to the constant requests pouring in from the thousands of other active commenters. Within minutes people had found her social media accounts and were now sharing her pictures with one another in the comment stream. Dozens of pictures of Kattie in her every day life began to flash across the screen, accompanied by crude comments from the horny anonymous crowd. The contrast between the normal, wholesome image she projected in these social media pictures and the depravity of what she was doing now for all these strangers was tantalizing, and enhanced the experience for the viewers by familiarizing themselves with who she was. It had become much more personal. Cute selfies Kattie had taken for her profile pictures, pictures of her dressed up for a night out with friends. One from back at her high school graduation.
Steve knew this was forever. Everything happening in the video stream was surely being documented on countless websites by thousands of people, probably accompanied by the newfound personal info. No matter what she did for the rest of her life, everyone she knew would have immediate access to HD video of every inch of her splayed body, taking cock after cock. It could never be undone. There was no way this could be kept secret from anyone at this point. It would probably be one of the first things most new people in her life would find out about her.
*
Kattie was sitting in the front seat of the van, quivering with nervousness and a certain sense of mixed horror and anticipation. They were driving her to some hotel to worsen this experience, a concept which terrified but also deeply excited part of her. She was wearing just a somewhat loose fitting black tee and shorts, but every now and then her captors would order her to lift her shirt and flash her bare breasts to people in other cars when they came to a stop at a red light.
Kattie reviewed the insane events of the day in her head, but she still could not wrap her head around it. When she woke up this morning, she had only had sex with one person in her life. Now five more had been added in a single day. All strangers. All unprotected. Two of them had shot their full loads while buried to their balls inside of her, not even caring that she wasn't on the pill. She was still incubating their cum in her womb as she sat there. She could feel some of it slowly leaking out of her still, although it was hard to differentiate from her own general wetness.
The camera was still rolling, of course, recording Kattie's hesitation and embarrassment as she flashed her tits at the passing cars. They rolled up to another red light, pulling up next to a bus stop with three teenage boys sitting in it. As she looked at them, Kattie's heart suddenly dropped. She knew them. They were her younger brother's friends. She hoped her tormentors would lapse and overlook them, but they didn't. As they sat at the red light, they emphatically told her to give the boys a show. She tried to let her hair drape in front of her face as she did so, hoping the guys outside somehow wouldn't recognize her. Despite what had already been broadcast to people she knew, this face to face was totally different, especially given that they were her younger brother's friends, guys who had known her since they were .
Unfortunately, her captors noticed. "Getting shy now, Kay?" Daniel asked her.
"Why's that? Do you not want those guys to see your face?"
The light was still red. The boys on the bench were staring with their mouths agape, trying to believe what they were seeing. Suddenly Daniel rolled down a window.
"You boys need a lift? Hop in, it's pretty fun in here."
Kattie felt another sinking feeling in her chest. This couldn't be happening.
The boys looked at one another, still stunned.
"Hurry up!" Daniel shouted. "The light's about to turn green!"
With that, the boys suddenly got up without conferring and all three hopped into the van. The light turned green and they drove on.
Daniel said "Kattie was just commenting that she knew you boys."
"So it is you!" one of them said. "Damn Kattie, I had no idea you did crazy shit like this. This a Girls Gone Wild kind of thing or something?"
"Something like that. But a little crazier. Maybe you boys didn't know this, but it's actually always been Kattie's deepest desire in life to suck and get fucked by a mile of dick. We're trying to make that come true for her. Hey, you guys got ID on you? You're all 18 right?"
Nervously, mouths still hanging open while they stared at Kattie's loosely clad body, they showed their IDs to Daniel. He nodded in approval.
"Well you guys are qualified then. You want to help Kattie achieve her goal of getting fucked by every guy in town? Kattie, get back here."
In a daze, Kattie slowly climbed into the back, newly self-conscious after all this. She couldn't look the boys in the eye. The van had a large open area in the back. The rows of seats had been removed. Tepidly, Kattie sat on the floor before them, her bare legs bent at the knee and tucked under her. She sat there awkwardly, looking down at the floor. She didn't know what to do.
"Shy now?" Daniel asked. "You weren't when you were showing your pussy to a city's worth of people on the Internet earlier. Come on. I'll break the ice."
The boys watched with increasingly obvious excitement as Daniel pulled out his cock and then pushed Kattie's head down to meet it. Knowing that there was no point hiding things now, and fearful of the consequences of disobeying, Kattie opened her mouth and took Daniel's cock as deep as she could, fighting her gag reflex as he pushed all the way into her throat.
"See? She's good boys. Go ahead, feel her up. She's good for whatever you want to do."
The boys evidently needed no second telling now. Kattie's face was buried in Daniel's crotch, but she felt one of them clumsily reach up her shirt and grab a handful of tit, squeezing it the way you would a stress-ball. Another set of hands was awkwardly testing the waters by grabbing her ass through her shorts.
Kattie gagged loudly, fighting the urge to retch as Daniel pushed his hips up to meet her as her head went down, bottoming out in her throat as her nose pressed against his belly, over and over.
"Don't be so shy boys, really do whatever the hell you want. She's dying for it. Feel her pussy, you'll see what I mean."
The guy squeezing her ass ventured his hand down the back of her shorts, then reached all the way under and around to her pussy, which was, of course, completely soaked. He pulled his hand back out.
"Holy fuck," he said, looking at her wetness on his fingers. "She really is creaming for it. I had no idea you were such a fucking slut."
Kattie couldn't respond for obvious reasons. The guy then yanked her shorts down past her ass, leaving her bare ass and leaking pussy hoisted in the air. The first of the three was still groping her tits, but the other two both occupied themselves with exploring her nether-regions while she choked on Daniel's dick. She could feel their four hands squeezing then spanking her ass cheeks, or rubbing their fingers through her slimed labia and easily fingering her primed pussy. One of them took his juiced finger and ran it up to her spread butthole, gently rubbing the puckered rim of it before slipping his finger in up to the first, then the second knuckle.
Kattie felt a new wave of humiliation, but again could not help but feel some deep, carnal gratification from what was happening to her. Her little brother's obnoxious friend who she'd known for years had his finger inside her rectum. She had absolutely no dignity left at all, and that fact, for some goddamn reason, was pushing her to the edge of orgasm.
Her brother's friend (Trevor, she was pretty sure, though she hadn't looked back to check which one it was) now inserted a second finger along with the first in her ass. He kept pushing, lubricated by her pussy juice. They had to be in all the way to the base, almost. The other , Jason, meanwhile was getting comfortable with two fingers in her pussy, which had quickly stretched to accommodate him. He slid his fingers all the way in and all the way out, over and over, with ease, sometimes stopping to simply feel around inside of her cunt, curving his fingertips to rub the ribbed texture of her inner wall. Kattie realized there was a good chance he'd never had a chance to do anything like this with a girl before. Bet he'd never in a million years expected it would be with her.
Daniel had stopped face-fucking her and encouraged the third , Aaron, to get his dick out and replace him at her mouth. He quickly did so, pulling his gym shorts under his balls to allow his surprisingly long, rock hard cock to spring out. Defeated, Kattie just dutifully took him in her mouth.
Jason and Trevor had begun rubbing and pressing against each other's fingertips together through the thin membrane between her pussy and rectum that separated them, openly marveling at how it felt like there was almost nothing between them. Kattie had somewhat lifted her bottom off the ground more to better accommodate them, now resting on her forearms and knees in an all-fours position as she used her mouth to pleasure Aaron, who was upright on his knees.
She couldn't use her hands on him, but instead just allowed her face to be guided wherever he steered it, both of his hands loosely gripping the back of her skull. He was surprisingly bold with his actions, more so than the two fingering her rear-end were to begin with. He must have had a bit of experience. He toyed with her, removing her mouth from the head of his dick but instead making her lick him all over his crotch, licking the musky sweat from his dangling balls, popping each one in her mouth individually and lightly sucking it, and running her lips and tongue over his shortly-cropped pubic hair. Meanwhile his erect dick batted around over her upturned face.
"So, uh," Trevor began awkwardly, "how did this all come about?"
CH 6
"Well," Daniel said, "Kattie's been a massive her whole life. Now she's just ready for everyone to know about it. We're helping her do that. Now quit fooling around, and really take your use of her. A shameless like this is really mainly good for one thing. Get your dicks in her."
Jason and Trevor hesitated only a moment. Trevor said "Try not to get our faces with that camera," and with that they both had their dicks out.
"Who's gonna go first?" Jason asked his friend.
"Why decide?" Daniel said. "She's got two open holes right now, by my count."
Kattie almost choked on the balls in her mouth. She had been too humiliated and defeated to even say anything prior to this, but now she ventured, "I dunno about that..." giving a tiny, awkward nervous laugh.
"You'll change your mind," Daniel cut in. He thought to himself, 'Surely this won't be the thing that draws the safeword, after all this. I sure hope it doesn't. I'm really enjoying this one. This crazy fucking girl is a goddamn unicorn. I'll probably never get one this good again.'
Trevor had already dropped his shorts and laid down on the ground. Daniel gestured to Kattie. She knew there was nothing else for it. After waiting just another moment, she briefly stopped cleaning Aaron's crotch with her tongue and kicked her shorts all the way off from where they had been around her ankles, then swung one bare leg over Trevor and lowered her naked, leaking crotch down to meet his. As mortified as she was, she couldn't help but feel a new surge as she sat down and felt their private skin touch, the weight of her body pressing her slick labia down against the shaft of his warm, hard cock where it lay pointed up toward his belly. She briefly ground her hips back and forth, almost involuntarily, coating the length of his cock in her juice before he tried to enter her. She knew he probably didn't even know how to get in her properly, so she reached down and grabbed his cock, then positioned his head at the opening to her cunt and then slid herself down on it. He entered her fully with almost no resistance, she was so wet. Trevor immediately moaned. His cock was rather large. He grabbed her hips and pressed her all the way onto him. She could feel his dick bottoming out in her, nudging her cervix.
"Now hold that position for a minute," Daniel instructed. "Let your bud get in there with you. Don't start pumping her yet."
She could feel Trevor quivering under her and in her as he resisted the urge to just fuck the shit out of her. He ever so slightly kept angling his hips forward, very slowly, just gently pushing his dick further as far as he could. He was already bottomed out from his neutral position, so each time he cinched further he was just pushing her cervix back a little with his dick head. She clinched her nails into her palms.
She knew what was coming next. She was already so full, she had no idea how Jason was going to manage to get his dick in her asshole. She'd never even had anal before, and now her first time was somehow going to be a DP. Trevor was barely restraining himself from just pounding away, managing to leave his hard dick mostly still, even as he felt it enveloped by Kattie's warm, accommodating cunt. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them wide to give Jason a clear shot at her butthole. She felt the head of the second dick pressing against her free hole. He gave an introductory push, but her asshole barely budged at all, even though she was struggling to relax it as best she could. Jason rubbed his hands over the parts of her inner thigh that he could reach, covering his hand in her pussy juice which, she just noticed, had spread there. It was ridiculous how wet she was. How humiliating. Anyone watching this would be positive it was all she had ever wanted, creaming as she evidently was for dicks to make her airtight before a huge Internet audience.
Jason rubbed the pussy juice over her puckered asshole, lubricating it, and then again tried to slowly force his dickhead in, almost stuffing it in with a couple fingers. Suddenly, from below her, she heard Trevor let out a sudden, long moan. He began spasming inside of her. With a mixture of disgust and primal lust she realized he had just cum inside of her.
"Fuck," he finally breathed. "Sorry guys, I couldn't help it."
Daniel and the other guys were laughing. "No problem, bud," he said. "That was a lot of waiting for your first time. Anyone who isn't scared of sloppy seconds can take your place."
"No," Trevor said. He had begun lightly buckling his hips again. "I can go again."
Kattie felt his dick growing hard inside of her again, having never even pulled out or fully deflated from his first orgasm.
"The wonders of youth," Daniel said. "Alright then, maybe you'll be able to last longer this time."
Renewed from his orgasm, Trevor now confidently anchored her cunt in place with his dick, and held her ass cheeks wide for Jason to get in her other hole. She felt his turgid dick head pressing hard against her asshole, moving steadily forward.
Kattie's breath caught in her throat. Her sphincter had been resisting, but Jason was hard enough that he just forced right past it anyway. She felt the ring of her asshole suddenly give briefly then restrict again as his glans popped inside of her. She looked back to verify - yep, only his dick head was in. She didn't know how it was possible. It already felt huge, her holes impossibly stuffed. Her asshole spasmed, trying to shut but being unable to, struggling to adjust to this intrusion.
Then, of course, Jason slowly pushed the rest of his cock in. Kattie opened in her mouth in a silent scream, but only a long, thin wail escaped her lips. She couldn't even catch her breath to really yell. She dug her nails into the back of Trevor's head beneath her, involuntarily, as Jason kept thrusting until his full member was buried in her rectum. She had never imagined it was even possible to feel this full. It was like every nerve ending in her body had migrated to the general area between her legs. She could feel every tiny movement of their dicks as they slightly adjusted.
The camera guy was getting a closeup somewhere behind her. She could not believe she had two cocks in her. It was like something from a porno. It WAS a porno! Kattie realized she was being made into a porn star. She felt a fresh spurt of wetness squeeze out of her from around Trevor's dick, and drip down to join the rest of her pussy juice already coating his balls.
And then they fucked her. Kattie just remained inert sandwiched between them, unable to do anything but take dick. Suddenly Aaron was getting back into place in front of her, and then his cock was back down her throat, fully fucking her face, just plunging all the way in like it was a pussy. She breathed heavily, just through her nose, seething and expressing a high pitched moan as they all sawed in and out of her. The cock in her throat constantly hitting her gag reflex as the two dicks in her nether regions reamed her holes in tandem, just the thinnest membrane separating them.
Aaron eventually quit forcing her to deepthroat him and went back to having her lick his crotch clean. As she bucked forward over and over from Trevor and Jason, she tried to keep her face pressed against Aaron, grateful for the opportunity to breathe. She ran her tongue over every inch of his cock and balls, as well as the surrounding area, even down into his crack slightly, just sucking all the salty sweat off of him and leaving him polished with her saliva. He would occasionally dip his dick all the way back into her throat, but would quickly go back to letting her clean him.
After about 8 minutes (which felt like an eternity to Kattie), Trevor started to cum again. Almost on cue, Jason joined him, busting his load deep in her ass. Kattie could feel their cum shooting out of them inside of her, almost hot as it came out. They held their positions for several moments after their orgasms had subsided, almost as if they were waiting for their dicks to soften before pulling out. Kattie imagined Trevor's two loads inside her pussy, joining the other two that had been shot there earlier by two of the other guys. She wasn't on the pill. She could just picture the cum pooling around her cervix, seeping through to her uterus.
It wasn't long until Aaron had worked himself to his limit as well, and he began cumming as well. He kept his dick in her mouth as he did so, depositing his huge load on her tongue as well as shooting some past her uvula, which she had to quickly swallow as he pulsed in order not to choke.
Finally they all pulled out, leaving Kattie panting and leaking on the floor of the van. The camera guy was of course getting a close up of her asshole or pussy and the white trickles issuing from them. Kattie had never felt so used in her life, group fucked mercilessly like a sex slave in some eastern European brothel by her younger brother's teenage friends. Of course, she had never felt so mind-numbingly turned on or sexually gratified either. This is what the deepest, most buried facet of her psyche had wanted her whole life.
She lay there, breathing heavily, barely able to respond as the camera guy slid his hand in a wiping motion through her labia and then up through her ass cheeks, collecting the cum there on his fingers, which he then fed into her mouth. She automatically licked his fingers clean, then lifted her head enough to see out the windows. She just noticed that they had come to a stop somewhere.
"Not to worry, pet," said Daniel. "Plenty more to cum. Good job boys, you really did a number on her. But this slut needs more dick, doesn't she? More stranger dicks, I'm thinking, with some random acquaintances thrown in? I'm sure there are plenty of guys who know you who are willing to take up this proposition."
At the thought of more guys she knew, and some she didn't, ravaging her in every hole with their bare dicks, she suddenly felt a pulsing jolt to her pussy. Oh god. Why did that concept turn her on so much? For the thousandth time that day, she tried to wrap her head around what was going on, and the consequences of it. She suddenly felt light headed, and her face was hot to the touch. Was my life over?
"Let's head on in," Daniel said. She noticed where they were for the first time - one of those seedy motels with two floors and the doors to all the rooms opening out to the parking lot.
"Hand her her shorts. You didn't get cum on your shirt did you? Eh, not that it matters. If anyone sees you they'll just know you're a ."
Trevor awkwardly handed her her little gray gym shorts and he and Aaron and Jason bashfully watched her, unsure of how to act in the wake of their act. Kattie couldn't make eye contact with them, With all the dignity she could muster, she slipped the shorts back on, simply pulling them back up over her still leaking holes. Her entire inner thighs down to her knees were slick with cum and pussy juice, but she had nothing to clean them off with.
"We've got room 206 reserved," Daniel said. "I think it's time to post the address in our little online chat. I'm sure our viewers who are already in the area will pay a visit. Why don't you go upstairs and get yourself ready for them? I think you've still got a long night ahead of you."
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