NOTE: I’ve always been curious about what happens after the gangbang. Since I’d never read a story like that, I decided to write my own. Hope you enjoy.
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At some point I woke up and found myself laying on the hallway floor. The odd thing was that nobody was fucking me, and the house was quiet. I wearily lifted my head and looked around. I couldn’t see anyone, and it looked like the lights were off in the living room, in fact, the whole downstairs was dark. I could see a window, and realized it was still dark outside too. I had no idea what time it was, nor where everyone had disappeared to. With a lot of effort I managed to get to my knees. I realized then that I wasn’t entirely empty. I reached down and pulled an empty beer bottle out of my swollen cunt. I dropped it to the floor. Using the wall, I struggled mightily and was finally able to pull myself to my feet. I stood there shakily for a few minutes, then cautiously took a few steps. I didn’t collapse, so I continued into the living room.
Everyone was gone, and the house looked like it was locked up for the night. The kitchen was the same. Everything downstairs was dark and quiet, although it did look like a tornado had gone through it. Shit was scattered everywhere. Empty beer bottles overflowed every flat surface. Chips and pretzels were scattered on the floor. It smelled like a whorehouse, or at least what I imagined a whorehouse might smell like. I’ve never been in one.
It appeared that the guys finally went home, and John had gone to bed, apparently just leaving me passed out on the hallway floor with a bottle up my cunt. I smiled at the thought. They really did a number on me tonight. I was nothing but a sex toy to them. I honestly think they forgot for a while that I was human. I’m quite sure I passed out a few times, but I don’t think that stopped them for a moment. They just used my limp unconscious body anyway.
I remember waking up at one point when one of my nipples was pinched hard with a pair of pliers. They had fun torturing my tits with that thing for a while. When they got bored, one of them, I think it was Tony, shoved the pliers up my cunt.
I was slapped, and not just on the tits and ass. I remember one of the guys slapping my face over and over again while he fucked my throat. It was awesome!
I limped over to the bottom of the stairs, and looked up. Could I make it to the top? I really wasn’t sure, but I was going to try. Slowly, gripping the bannister all the way, I managed to make it up one step at a time. I had to stop a few times to rest, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared.
I stumbled into the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was a bit shocked. I was covered in scratches and bruises. My hair was matted with, who knows what, probably mostly cum. I had dried crusty cum all over my body. My nipples were torn and bleeding. My cunt was swollen and distended. I guess having a bottle shoved up your cunt will do that to you. I bent over and checked out my ass. It was wide open, and I could see several inches up it. Again with the bottle probably. I wondered if it would ever close. I already had to wear diapers whenever I left the house, and give myself daily enemas. Plus I had to watch what I ate, lots of fiber. It wouldn’t be good if I got constipated, or had diarrhea. Plus, I usually ended up cleaning the cocks that had been up my ass with my mouth.
Being a worthless slut can be dirty business. I smiled. It was a small sacrifice to make if my ass was going to be available to the men who wanted to fuck it.
I got in the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. I just stood under it for the longest time letting the water flow over me. I watched the remains of last night flow down the drain. I washed my hair three times before it finally felt clean. I washed everything else at least twice, except for my cunt and ass. I douched my cunt four times before it felt clean, and I gave myself five enemas before my ass was presentable again. By the time I finished, I was starting to feel a bit more human. My ass was starting to close up a bit, but I would still need to wear diapers. I vaguely wondered if there might be another solution? Maybe a butt plug? I made a mental note to ask John.
After drying off, and putting Neosporin and bandaids on the larger marks, I took a couple Advil, then walked to the bedroom. John was sleeping soundly. He didn’t look like he had a care in the world. Not wanting to wake him, I carefully crawled into the bed. Before falling asleep, I glanced at the clock. It was 2:00 in the morning. I closed my eyes and was out within minutes.
I slept for 12 hours. My dreams were filled with rock hard cocks.
When I finally woke I could hardly move. I was so sore. Every square inch of me ached. I just lay there staring at the ceiling for about 15 minutes. Finally, I steeled myself and sat up.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
I forced myself to stand, and stumbled to the bathroom.
I looked much better than I felt. Most of the scratches from last night were already fading. The bruises were darker though. My nipples looked much better too, though they still ached. My ass had pretty much returned to normal, which meant it still gaped a bit, but I was used to that. My cunt wasn’t nearly as swollen as when I went to bed. Over all, considering what they did to me last night, I was in pretty good shape.
I sat on the toilet to take care of business. Before I finished, the door suddenly swung open and my 16 year old son, Jack, came running in. He was wanking his cock and stuck it in my face. Although he had surprised me, and I was sore as hell, my inner slut knew what to do. I dropped open my mouth fully expecting to get a throat full of his cock, but he just stood there wanking away until he shot his load all over my face. He put his cock away and left without saying a word.
I wiped his cum off with my fingers, then licked them off. I smiled. It had been a while since Jack had done that. My guess is that his father had told him to take it easy on me today.
I climbed into the stall and took a long hot shower.
After putting on my regular short skirt, no panties, no bra or top, I came downstairs. Everything was still a mess. It looked just as it had last night, although it did smell better. Someone had opened the windows. John was sitting in his chair watching tv.
“About time you got up. I was about to wake you.” He said.
“I’m sorry I slept so long.”
“Yeah well, I know you had a rough night.”
“I loved every second of it.”
“I know you did. How are you feeling?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. I need to clean this place up.”
“It is a pigsty right now. The guys were slobs.”
“They were fine. I’ll have it cleaned up in an hour or two.”
I moved slow, but soon had made some progress. The bottles were all disposed of and I had picked up the worst of the mess. I just needed to wipe everything down and run the vacuum.
John ignored me, and Jack never came down. He was probably playing video games.
Finally, the house was presentable again, except for a few new stains, and I was exhausted. I collapsed on the sofa.
John glanced at me, but didn’t say anything. We both just sat there watching tv for an hour or so, until he switched it off and looked at me.
“Seriously, Cindy, we need to talk about last night.” He said.
“I loved it.”
“How much do you remember?”
“Most of it. I think I passed out a few times, but I remember most of it.”
“They fucked you up.”
“Yesss, it was wonderful!”
“I tried to keep a handle on them, but once they really got rolling, it was hard to slow them down.”
“They were fine. I’m fine.”
“I did get them to stop torturing your tits with the pliers.”
“You didn’t need to do that.”
“I thought they were going to rip your nipples off.”
“Did they have fun?”
“Hell yes, they had a blast! I’ve never seen those guys happier. They all left with sore cocks and big smiles.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that. I don’t remember them leaving.”
“I imagine not, you were passed out in the hallway as I recall.”
I smiled. “Yes, I woke up around 2. Did you know there was still a bottle up my pussy?”
“Really? No I missed that. I double checked to make sure you were still breathing, then went to bed. I thought about carrying you upstairs, but you were disgusting. I didn’t want to touch you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. Waking up there was amazing. You know I’ve always dreamed of being treated like that.”
“I don’t remember you crawling into bed. I’m glad you cleaned up first.”
“I was pretty nasty. I didn’t think you’d want to wake up to that.”
“Come here.”
I slowly got to my feet and stood in front of him.
“Let me check you out.”
He ran his fingers over my body, examining every scratch and bruise. “Your tits are off limits for a while.” He muttered. “Bend over.” He checked out my two bottom holes. He stuck fingers up both holes. “Your ass is really stretched out. It still hasn’t closed all the way, but I don’t think anything tore. I still think we need to give it a rest too.”
“John, are you sure? Jack and his friends love fucking my ass.”
“Yes, I’m sure. They’ll survive. You’ve still got two good holes.”
“Ok.”
“Cindy, I know this is what you want, and, honestly I’m having a great time too, but you are still my wife. You know the guys will never look at you the same from now on. They were already asking about the next time they could see you before they left. I told them I’d get back with ’em on that. As much fun as I’ve been having though, I’ve gotta wonder just how long can this go on?”
“Oh John, what are you saying?”
“Nothing, I don’t know…it’s just that you have sunk so low…last night..I, well I kind of stopped looking at you as my wife. You were just some skanky whore my friends were fucking up. Honestly, at a certain point I stopped thinking of you as human at all, especially when you were passed out. You just looked like a stupid sex doll, you were so limp and floppy while they passed you around. It was easy to forget you were human. That’s one reason I left you on the floor. I didn’t want to pick up the nasty covered sex doll they’d dumped in the hall.”
We both sat quietly for a few minutes. My mind a whirl. After a moment, I spoke.
“John, listen to me. I’ve got a lot to say. It’s important for you to understand this. I don’t want to be viewed as human anymore. I don’t even see myself as human. I really want to be treated like an object. In fact, objectivization has always been my most intense fantasy. Having my own son use me as a footstool the other day was only scratching the surface. Even the way the guys treated me last night, was only surface deep. I don’t just want to be treated like an object, I want to BE an object. I want to be stored away when not in use, and only pulled out when needed. My ultimate dream would be for you to stop thinking of me as human, and just think of me as a toy to have fun with.”
“I know that, but last night was the first time I ever really felt that way. It kind of scared me, but it also excited me. I’ve got the hardest dick right now just thinking about it.”
“Do you want to shove it up one of my holes?”
“No..not right now. Maybe in a minute.”
“You know, I think Jack has already stopped thinking about me as his mother. He rarely talks to me anymore, unless it’s to order me to do something. And it’s been weeks since he called me mom. To him, I think I’m just three holes for him to cum in. By the way, did you tell him to take it easy on me today? All he did was jackoff in my face this morning.”
“Yes I did. I figured you might need some rest after last night.”
“That’s so sweet of you John, but you didn’t need to do that. Jack is a horny teenage boy. If he needs to bust a nut in his mom, he should be able to bust a nut in his mom. It’s all I’m good for. Please don’t take that away from me.”
“Ok, I’ll tell him you’re open for business.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, if were done with all this jibber-jabber, get over here and sit on my dick. Jack isn’t the only one who needs to bust a nut.”
Ignoring my aches and pains, I jumped up and threw myself in his lap.
He fucked me like a man possessed, totally ignoring my needs, intent only in getting his rocks off. When he finally came, he discarded me like a dirty sock.
As I lay on the floor beside him, I smiled. I was where I wanted to be, at the foot of a strong man who had no respect for me. Who only kept me around as a convenient place to bust a nut.
I had never been more happy.
End
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