*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*
*Warning: This story contains sensitive content. Discretion advised.*
*A female friend outlined a story plot which she asked me to write. The following story is the result of her request.*
Travis chastised Cecelia for walking home alone in the dark again.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked her. “I could have come and gotten you. The walk between the Chalet and home isn’t safe!”
“I’m sorry,” Cecelia offered. “I was drunk and didn’t think about calling you.”
Travis was visibly angry. He had already told her numerous times not to walk by herself at night. The walk back home was dark in some places, where someone, anyone, could hide in the shadows, waiting for a victim. *Why doesn’t she listen to me?* he wondered. *I need to figure out a way for her to understand.*
Three weeks passed. It had been a beautiful spring day in Colorado, with daytime temperatures in the lower 80s, cooling down in the late afternoon. It was Saturday night. Normally Travis would look forward to going to a bar with Cecelia, to listen to live music and dance, but tonight he had been called into work for a job, so he wouldn’t be able to drink.
“That call was from work. They want me to come in tonight. I might not be back for a few hours.” He pulled on his work clothes, kissed Cecelia goodnight, reminded her to behave, winked, and walked out the door to his truck.
Cecelia waved goodbye from the front porch as Travis pulled out of the driveway. As soon as he disappeared around the corner of the main road, she walked back into the cabin to make herself a drink. She mixed two shots of tequila with lime juice and a grapefruit-flavored soda, to make a Paloma. It was stronger than normal, but she wanted to start the night off right.
The Danglespits Band was scheduled to play in the Chalet that night, and Cecelia planned to attend. Simon would be playing drums. Cecelia had a crush on the drummer. One night, when she was going to walk home from the Chalet, Simon offered to accompany her. It was only a fifteen minute walk, and they were soon standing in front of her door. They hugged each other goodnight, then pecked each other on the lips, but Cecelia wanted more. She held Simon in their embrace, and returned her lips to his, kissing him again, this time with passion. When the kiss ended, Cecelia felt breathless, and she could see by the look on his face that he had enjoyed it too. But Simon was a gentleman, and left her there, standing on the front porch as he walked away into the darkness.
Cecelia chose a short, white sundress with small patterns of colored flowers to wear to the Chalet. She liked what she saw in the mirror. She was not wearing a bra, so she could see the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric. She had chosen to wear cotton panties, also white, and they were visible through the dress’s material. For shoes, she donned a pair of black Converse sneakers. As Cecelia gazed back at her reflection, she thought she looked like a teenage girl, and was pleased.
After mixing another Paloma with two shots of tequila and ice into a plastic cup, Cecelia added a straw, then exited her cabin to begin the short walk to the Chalet, taking sips of her drink along the way. She had to finish it before she arrived at the Chalet, as the bar wouldn’t allow her to bring the drink inside.
After she slurped up her last drop, Cecelia tossed the cup into a nearby garbage can. She looked at her reflection in a window along the outer wall of the Chalet, reached up, and pulled the hair band out of her hair, letting it fall and drape over her shoulders. She smiled confidently as she walked through the door, into the Chalet.
The band had already started playing, and Cecelia could hear the lead singer belting out a tune above the sound of the band’s instruments. She approached the bar, standing behind a tall man wearing a black cowboy hat who was waiting in line for a drink.
“Hi, William,” Cecelia greeted him. The man turned around to see it was Cecelia.
“Hi, Cecelia! You look nice.”
Cecelia blushed, although William couldn’t see her cheeks redden in the darkened bar. “Thank you, William.”
After William ordered his drink, it was Cecelia’s turn. She ordered a Rum Bucket, which was literally a bucket, filled with five rum shots of different flavored rums, mixed with soda water. As she ordered her drink, she hadn’t noticed William walking around the room, talking to other men wearing black cowboy hats. They were the bouncers for the bar, tall, strong men who were identified by their black hats as the security team.
Cecelia walked towards the dance floor holding her rum bucket, and found an empty seat on one end of a table, facing the band. She sat in the bar height chair, crossed her legs, and began sipping from the large container as she watched the band play. In the background, behind the other band members, she saw Simon beating his drums. The lighting made him appear like an angel, his blonde, wild hair backlit from behind. He wore a muscle shirt, and his arms rippled as he grasped each of his sticks, hitting the skins in rapid succession.
Over the evening, two men Cecelia knew asked her to dance, but she declined. Her foot hurt from wearing heels the previous weekend, and the walk to the Chalet already made it sore again. She didn’t want to risk hurting her foot further by dancing.
When the band finished playing, Cecelia walked up to say hello to the band members. She especially wanted to say hi to Simon, and did, but his wife was talking to him, so she didn’t feel comfortable saying more, instead saying hello to a few other people she knew before leaving. She was nearly finished with her last drink, a Moscow Mule. After all of the drinks she consumed that night, she had a substantial buzz. It was also late in the evening, and she could barely keep her eyes open.
Cecelia left the bar and stepped outside. It was cooler than before, and she felt her nipples harden from the chill. As she walked away from the building towards home, the street lights became more spaced out, the gaps in the lighting increasing. The moon was hidden behind a layer of clouds, making it difficult to see in the darkness between the lights. Nevertheless, she knew the way home well, and felt confident enough she could find her way.
Cecelia reached the golf cart path she always took as a shortcut. It saved several minutes, but was not lit. Nevertheless, she turned up the path for the final stretch. The pavement was uneven, and she was starting to feel even more drunk, so to avoid tripping in the dark, Cecelia walked more slowly.
A large hand suddenly cupped over Cecelia’s mouth, and pulled her back. She felt herself pressed against a body bigger than hers. She tried to look back, but the man’s hand held her against him too tightly.
Once the stranger had her firmly in his grasp, he began pushing her forward, off the path and into a small grove of trees. The ground was covered with a thick layer of pine straw, and the man violently pushed her down into it.
For the first time, Cecelia was able to look up, but because of the darkness, she could only see his silhouette. She wanted to scream, but knew there were no houses close enough where people might hear her. Instead, she began to cry.
As she lay on the ground, Cecelia soon heard a rustling in the trees, and then from the shadows, saw several figures walk towards her, circling her. All of them were wearing cowboy hats. Cecelia heard the clinging of metal, as the men unbuckled their belts. Then, she stared in disbelief as each of them dropped their jeans.
The man who had dragged her into the trees approached her first. As he got closer, Cecelia thought she saw him holding something in his hand. It was difficult to see in the blackness, but she could guess what he was clutching.
William was surprised how quickly his penis stiffened. Maybe it was the thought of taking advantage of the young woman, or the sight of the other men there whom he knew were about to do the same. Or maybe he was excited because he had received Travis’ permission to violate Cecelia, to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.
Bending over, William grabbed the back of Cecelia’s hair and pulled her onto her knees. Cecelia squealed from the pain, but he did not release her. He inched forward and began using his penis as a rod, hitting the side of her face with it. In her drunken haze, she let him continue, slapping her with the hardened flesh.
“You’ve been a bad girl!” he yelled. “And you need to be disciplined!” Then Cecelia felt the tip of the man’s cock pushing against her mouth.
“Suck it!” he yelled. Cecelia recognized the voice as William’s, and knew from his tone he was not joking. She regrettably opened her lips to take it in, and soon felt William’s fat penis pushing into her mouth. She was surprised how far it hit the back of her throat, and almost gagged. William left it there, bearing down on the back of her head so her face pressed against his groin. She was having difficulty breathing, and tried to push away, her cries muffled. Finally, he released her, and she pulled her head back, inhaling a large dose of fresh air.
It was then that she saw the other two men were standing closer. Both of them appeared to be holding their cocks, almost touching her face with the tips of them. One of the two edged closer and, like William before, began pushing his cock against her lips.
“Open wide, Cecelia.” In disbelief, she realized it was Connor.
Cecelia opened her mouth as commanded and took in his meaty flesh between her lips, while William and the other man grabbed Cecelia’s hands and placed a penis in each. As Cecelia sucked on Connor, she grasped the other men’s tools, holding on to them as if they were straps hanging from the ceiling of a commuter bus.
“Stroke it!” one man ordered, his voice recognizable as Kevin. Cecelia was surprised that it was another man she knew.
She knelt before the three black hats, sucking and stroking their cocks. Then, a surprising feeling washed over her. Realizing she knew all three men, her feeling of fear began to fade away. She felt a tingling, butterflies in her stomach. Her heart had been racing, but now for a different reason. Her nipples hardened, pushing out from behind the thin material of her dress, and she felt a wetness between her legs.
The newfound feelings brought on an enthusiasm she did not have before. She began to skillfully use her tongue to lick the underside of Connor’s penis as he enthusiastically pushed it in and out of her mouth. As the mushroom-shaped head nearly pulled out of her mouth, she increased suction to keep it in, and felt it harden even more. All the while, Cecelia’s fingers artfully caressed William’s and Kevin’s phallases.
As her focus on Connor’s cock increased, he quickened the pace of his motions. Then, suddenly, she felt the warm spray of cum squirting inside her mouth, as Connor groaned in pleasure.
Cecelia’s mouth filled with his semen. She was surprised how much of it was filling her mouth. She began to swallow it, but with each ejaculation of his cock it kept filling her mouth, and soon Connor’s seed began dripping out of the corners of her lips.
Connor pulled out of her mouth, and stepped back, a smile of satisfaction on his face, his penis still pointing straight out.
Now that she had satisfied Connor, Cecelia turned her attention to Kevin. But before she could pull his cock into her mouth, he bent down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, and began pulling it over her body. Cecelia released Kevin’s and William’s cocks from her hands and allowed Kevin to pull the dress off of her. She could see a look of delight spread across the men’s faces as Kevin discarded her dress on the ground, and they saw her swelling breasts for the first time.
Cecelia was still on her knees when Kevin pushed her hard to the ground.
“Get down, naughty girl!”
She caught herself, landing on her elbows, her butt now in the air. Before she could protest, Kevin stepped behind her and dropped to his knees. Cecelia felt his hand between her legs, pulling her panties to one side, then the tip of his hard cock rubbing up and down the slit of her vagina.
“Whoa, you’re already a wet little girl! Are you ready to get fucked?”
Before Cecelia could answer him, she felt Kevin’s stiff member slide inside her. *He is actually going to fuck me!* she thought. Kevin wasted no time. As he pushed, full tilt, into her, the head of his penis pressed against her cervix, and Cecelia squealed. Few men were long enough to hit it, and the sensation surprised her. Kevin continued, only stopping to grasp her panties with both hands, ripping them off her, then returning to roughly shove his cock into her again and again. At first, his unrestrained thrusts hurt her, but as he continued, Cecelia began to enjoy the feel of it, his firmness plunging inside her. She began pushing back against him each time he leaned into her, moaning as she felt him push it all inside her with every stroke.
Kevin grabbed her hair as as he rammed into her, pulling hard on the handful of long strands, forcing her face up to see Connor and William standing nearby, both pulling on their hard members, watching the rape. William approached her again, forcefully shoving his cock into her mouth as Kevin continued pounding her from behind.
Cecelia felt her vagina spasm, the muscles within contracting and tingling. Abruptly, she pulled William’s penis from her mouth and shrieked in orgasmic rapture from the pleasure Kevin’s cock provided her. Kevin grunted, and she began to feel gobs of cum pumping inside her.
After finishing, Kevin pulled his cock out of her. Cecelia slumped to the ground. As he stood, Kevin could see his glistening cum drip out of her engorged pussy lips.
“Let that be a lesson to you, young lady,” he scolded her. “You should never walk around here after dark without an escort.”
Cecelia might have heard what Kevin had said, but if she did, she didn’t react. The drinking and abuse by the three men left her in a fog, with little strength left but to lay there in the pine straw. The moon peeked out from behind a cloud, and the men could now see her more clearly. She looked like a rag doll, her hair disheveled, their cum leaking from her mouth and pussy, her dress and ripped panties crumpled on the ground beside her.
When she opened her eyes, the men were gone. She wasn’t sure how long she had been lying there. It was still dark, but the clouds had blown away, brightening the area where she lay. Cecelia picked herself up, slipped on her dress, then slowly continued her walk home, clutching her torn, wet panties in her hand.
When she arrived, she placed her panties in a plastic bag, then threw them into the outdoor garbage can. She stripped off her dress, and turned on the shower, washing the dirt, pine straw and cum off of her body.
After toweling off, she drank a glass of water, then slipped into bed, almost instantly falling asleep.
“Morning sunshine.” Cecelia heard Travis’ voice.
“Good morning. What time is it?
“11 a.m. I got home early this morning and was pretty tired after last night.”
*Me too,* she thought. *If he only knew.*
“Sorry I didn’t wake us up before now.”
“That’s okay. I needed the rest too,” she simply replied.
“How was your night last night?” he asked her.
“It was fine. I listened to the Danglespits band in the Chalet last night. Good as always.”
“Anything else interesting?” he prodded.
“That was about it.” She couldn’t bear to tell Travis what had happened.
Cecelia didn’t realize he already knew, that Travis had arranged the whole affair. She was relieved he didn’t ask her if she walked home alone the night before. She might tell him one day, but she enjoyed what the men did to her so much, that she didn’t want to spoil the chances of it happening again someday, the next time she walked down that same path at night.
*I hope you enjoyed this story, my first submission to Reddit, or for that matter, any online site. I welcome your constructive comments.*
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