Becky woke up slowly, her head pounding like after a night of heavy drinking. She rubbed what seemed like an endless amount of dry sleep in her eye, and then licked her dry, chapped lips. As she tried to stretch, she quickly found it wasn’t just her head, but whole body felt sore and her muscles tight. In her state of waking, she realized she must have blacked out at some point and tried to go running. It wouldn’t have been the first time she got drunk and through a series of dares tried to run a mile just to prove she could.
Of course, she usually woke up in clothes. And in her bed. Becky sat up, realizing she was thankfully in her dorm, but on the hardwood floor with not a scrap of clothing on her. She shivered, both from the cold and from a twinge of fear of what she might have done last night. Did she go streaking? That would be new.
Becky leaned forward, pressing her eyes shut and rubbing her head to try and ease the throbbing pain in her frontal lobe. When she opened her eyes, still leaning over forward face pointed to the ground, she finally noticed the mess between her legs.
At first she thought she had pissed herself, as drunks are wont to do, but she quickly realized that the mess was not just liquid, but partially solid. Thick, goopy, and white.
Semen.
And a lot of it.
Not just in a thick puddle between her legs, but dried and caked on her thighs, her belly, her breasts. Touching her face in shock she realized it was even on her cheeks. What she thought was rheum was actually dried semen crusted into her eyelashes. And her lips weren’t chapped, but too dried with semen.
A pit opened in her stomach that quickly filled. She dumped her head into the wastebasket she kept by her bed and heaved. Shaking, her muscles weak and sore, she pulled herself onto her bed. There, she discovered Chloe, her roommate and best friend.
Chloe was still passed out, snoring soundly. And just like Becky, Chloe was covered in head to toe in semen. Even moreso than Becky, from the dried and stiff sheets and the way her hair was matted. Another chill swept over Becky. She reached out to rouse her friend —
Becky’s phone rang and vibrating buzzing across the desk that sat between the two girl’s beds. Becky turned to look at it, then back to her friend. She chose the phone, reaching and swiping to answer the call without checking who it was.
“H-hello?” Her voice quivered, her whole body still shaking from her discoveries.
“Now you answer your phone, you fucking bitch?!” A man’s voice screamed through. Todd, her boyfriend.
“What, what are y–”
“Don’t play dumb, don’t fucking play dumb with me! I saw the footage, I saw it all! Everyone has seen it! You like being such a slut, go be one without me! We’re done, BITCH.”
The call disconnected. The phone slid from her hand and hit the floor, bouncing once in its rubber case before landing face up in the mess of semen.
Tears started to well in Becky’s eyes as a hundred thoughts rushed through her head. Why would Todd yell like that? What was going on? What did she do, or who did what to her and Chloe? What footage–
Footage. What footage? Becky’s hand reahed for her phone but hesitated, not wanting to touch the cum pile, and so instead managed to pull herself into the chair at her desk and turn on her laptop.
The screen lit up immediately, which was odd because she always turned it off right away. She typed in her password, trying not to think about having to clean her keyboard after touching it with her filthy, dried-semen covered hands. She hit enter, and a moment later she was faced with a webpage already open. Facebook.
Her news feed was dominated by Chloe and her. Every post discussed what happened last night, some in vile disgust, some in wonder, some in anticipation for more. Her inbox was filled with hundreds of messages, some seemingly concered about her, some with propositions, some just calling her disgusting names.
She scrolled through the messages, silent tears streaming down her face. She flicked the trackpad through what seemed like an endless supply of these messages, muttering ‘no’ under her breath as tears hit her keyboard. When she got to the bottom of the queue she read the message header.
“With love from Zeta Phi”, addressed from the sorority leader Jasmine. Becky tapped the thumbpad to open the message. Looking at the message info, she realized it wasn’t just directed to her, but a group of people. The entire student body, in fact. The body of the message was bare, save for a single video.
—
The video was black for a few seconds before cutting to two perky, smiling girls. Jasmine and Marie, the president and vice president of Zeta Phi. The girls have matching beaming smiles across their conventionally attractive faces. They gave a giggle and wave before speaking.
“Hello to you, the entire student body of UVA!” They said in unison before Jasmine continued over.
“Last weekend, as you all know, we at Zeta Phi hosted an amazing party and invited everyone!”
“A non-exclusive party, Jasmine? That is unheard of!”
“Right, Marie? It was amazing! Or at least it was supposed to be.” Jasmine’s face turned from a smile to a stern, serious expression. “But then those soccer bitches just had to ruin our fun. They think they’re all fucking that, think they’re so much better than us. They call us sluts and skanks and talk all their shit, but we know what they really are.”
“Druggy, drunk, cum-dumpster whores!” Marie shouted, an evil smirk spread across her lips.
“And we can prove it. Just keep watching.”
—
Becky and Chloe had decided to spend their Saturday evening at their favorite local club, The High Tide. They took a booth to themselves and had drinks brought to them. The two friends danced, imbibed in a variety of spirits, and grinded up on two handsome local men.
Taking the men to their booth, Chloe spread herself on her man’s lap, gripping his shirt collar and running her fingers through his thick black hair. She could feel his arousal press against her vulva, which only served to make her wet and more eagerly suck face.
Becky cozied up beside her chosen man for the evening, leaning on his shoulder and sipping her drink slowly as he talked about his work. He was a construction worker or something, some kind of manual labor that Becky didn’t give two shits about. But she loved watching him speak, her eyes fixated on his square jaw, his smooth lips, his dark eyes that seemed to reflect a golden brown when the light hit them. He own eyes were a pale blue; she couldn’t help but find the contrast appealing.
Finishing her drink, the man offered to go grab the ladies two more, to which they agreed without question. Chloe hopped off her man and slid up to her friend, drunkenly pressing her face to Becky’s. She not-so-quietly whispered about bringing them back to their dorm; her man, whose crotch was now visibly wet from Chloe’s grinding, pretended not hear.
Becky’s man, who reminded Becky for the fourth time that his name was George, handed the girls their drinks.
By the time the four left the club, Becky and Chloe were very drunk. Which is why when the world spun and their bodies felt weak they assumed it was just the alcohol, not suspecting their male companions of any foul play.
The four made the short walk back to the girls’ dorm. Every step they took, however, Becky could feel her body get hot. Not warm, but wanting. Aroused. Horny. She could feel her wetness slide down her thighs and seemed all-too-aware of how empty her pussy was. To her side, she could see that Chloe felt the same, the way her lips quivered and her hand rubbed her own breast as they walked.
In her drugged and drunk mind, this was entirely normal. Of course it was normal, they were two hot young women with two sexy older men. Of course they were horny, that’s all there was to it!
They managed to scale the one flight of stairs up to their dorm without too much trouble, though the men had to grab Chloe off the railing halfway through because she refused to stop grinding on it. At their door Becky reached for the knob, but as soon as her fingers touched it the door fell open a crack. If she was in a sober state of mind it would have been alarming, but right now it was just convenient.
Pushing the door open, the girls were met with a surprise.
Jasmine and Marie stood in the middle of the dorm, both wearing shorts and tank tops, and both holding cameras. Behind them was a wooden table with metal loops at the end of each leg for binding wrists and ankles. The sorority sisters welcomed the soccer girls home, who were far too drunk and horny to remember they weren’t friends.
Chloe was undressed quickly, moaning wildly as her man literally ripped her dress off her body, exposing her small perky breasts. Her dark nipples, longer and thicker than average, were erect, begging for attention. Her pink panties were thoroughly soaked with her juices. Her man, kissing and biting her neck, pushed her to the table. Chloe giggled and followed his motions, letting him bend her over and bind her ankles and wrists.
Becky meanwhile was pushed onto Chloe’s bed as George yanked and tore her clothes off. With slurred words she told him to be careful, to which he responded by slapping her face, leaving a bright red hand print on her cheek. This made the sorority girls giggle and laugh. It made Becky whimper, and in that moment she realized she should be frightened.
“Wait,” Becky said trying to sit up, but George kept pushing her back down. Her voice slurred, “stop”, “no”, “what are you doing”. Finally, she called out for her friend, shouting “Chloe” before her assailant slapped her hard enough to quiet her.
Chloe either didn’t hear or couldn’t understand what Becky was shouting about. Her man, who Jasmine referred to as ‘Hal’, undressed to reveal his hairy, muscular body, and his thick member. His balls hung heavy between his legs, swinging as he stepped up between Chloe’s spread thighs. He leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock to Chloe’s wet vulva.
“Want it, bitch? Want this cock?” He growled down at her.
“Yes, please!” Chloe practically screamed, wiggling her ass.
Hal shoved his cock righ in, sliding into her wet folds with ease. His thickness spread her pussy wide, forcing Chloe to choke out a groan of pain as it hit deep inside her. She laughed, saying to go easy. He ignored her words as he reared back before slamming hard into her wet, spread pussy. The head of his cock struck her cervix, sending signals of pain up her body. Chloe shouted, which only made Hal lean forward and grip her throat.
He proceeded to fuck her, hard and fast, his hips slamming against her well-toned ass. His hands gripped tight around her neck, making Chloe gasp and choke for air. Her face slowly turned a deep red. Unable to keep her mouth closed, drool and spit oozed from her lips hitting the floor below her. Her eyes were glazed, almost vacant, as her brain was deprived of air.
Within minutes Hal took one final large thrust into her, pumping his cum into her stretched and sore pussy. He let go of her face and slowly pulled out, laughing at about what a good fuck she was.
Becky was on her back as George bit her neck harder than she liked. She had weakly tried to push him, but her arms and legs seemed to give up on her. George didn’t bother to pull her panties off before he plunged his cock into her. He fucked her limp body, his swollen cock filling her, hurting her. Not soon after Hal came, George did to, leaving his seed deep in Becky’s pussy.
Tears went down Becky’s cheeks as she laid their, helpless, unable to move. As her mind went black, Marie opened the dorm door to reveal a hallway crowded with men. Her blurring vision couldn’t make out any face, and just before she lost consciousness she felt a new man grab legs and lift them.
—
The video was over four hours long. A veritable train was ran on Becky and Chloe, the former being unconscious and the latter begging for more and more. Cock after cock spread and filled their cunts, their assholes, and their mouths. Some men stood on the sidelines just jacking off, spraying their loads across the girl’s bodies. Many men came back for seconds, while others came and hurriedly left.
By the end of the video, the two soccer girls were left a mess of cum and sweat. The video cut to black and ended, leaving Becky to stare at her reflection in the black screen.
Sickness once again welled inside her, making her lean over to expel into the trash can again. Grabbing the water bottle she always kept on the desk she swished and spat the vomit taste from her mouth before downing the rest of the bottle for fluids.
Scared and hurt, Becky went back to her sleeping friend and fellow victim… But before she could rouse her friend from slumber Becky’s vision began to blur. As her body gave out and her vision once again faded, all she could focus on was the water bottle she had just drunk from.
And all she could hear is her door opening, and the sound of excited men coming for seconds.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7vi386/the_video_mmff_gangbang_noncon