The dimly lit pub was not the ideal place to surprise an old friend, but it was the place I knew he would be after work on a Friday according to the PI I hired to find him. We hadn’t seen each other in ten years, so I wondered if he would even recognize me. I watched him with his co-workers, they were laughing and having beers and drinks together. He still had short dark blonde hair with piercing blue eyes and a big smile. His deep laugh resonated through the bar and I was reminded of the last time we’d been together, his voice booming in my ear. I tried to not dwell on it.
I apparently caught the eye of one of his co-workers as the tall dark haired man left their table and came over to me, “Haven’t seen you in here before,” he said as he pulled a chair up next to me.
I smiled slightly, “Never been here before, so that makes sense.”
My gaze was back at his table, my friend stopped interacting with his co-workers, he was watching the guy with me, but he kept glancing back to me, studying my face intently. His expression told me he recognized me as someone he knew but hadn’t yet placed who that someone was, which made sense. I’d gained some weight since we last saw each other and I didn’t dress the same or wear the same makeup or hairstyle. His co-worker moved closer to me and I turned my attention back to him.
“You waiting for someone, doll?” he asked.
I nodded, “Yeah, you could say that,” I said as I looked up at him and sipped my drink then glanced back to my friend at the other table.
He looked around the bar following my gaze to the other patrons at the table but not settling on my friend, “Person you’re waiting for already here or something?” he asked.
I smiled, “He is. He just hasn’t recognized me yet.”
“My name’s Finn, by the way. I’m betting you’d catch his attention if you came out on the floor with me for a quick dance,” he said as he held his hand out.
I laughed, “Well aren’t you a sly one.”
“One dance won’t hurt your chances of him noticing you, right?” he teased.
I took his hand and let him lead me out into the middle of the room and onto the dance floor. The song playing wasn’t the quick paced tune that had been when he asked me to dance, it transitioned to a slow bluesy number and he held me close to him as he moved in rhythm to the music. Guiding me along with his hand on my hip as I kept trying to look over at my friend. I was not particularly graceful when it came to slow dances as it was, adding in the rhythm of blues didn’t make it any easier for me.
I caught my friend’s eye as his buddy turned with me, the recognition was there now, as was a clenched fist and red cheeks that matched his tight-lipped scowl. He watched his co-worker guiding me, his hands on my body and his lips by my ear, whispering and telling me how to feel the rhythm and to just let it take over my movements and let go of the fear of messing up.
Finn turned as someone tapped him on the shoulder, “I think I’d like to cut in,” Liam, my friend, said as Finn glanced at his co-worker.
“Don’t think so, man,” he said as I smiled softly at Liam, “she seems like she has some standards.”
What normally would have been a joke among friends nearly turned into a brawl as I let go of Finn’s hand and shoulder and looked at Liam, “I was wondering how long it would take you to recognize me,” I said, biting my lip just as I finished the last word.
Finn sighed, “Aww man, really?”
Liam’s scowl softened as he looked from me to his co-worker, “Really,” he said as he took my hand and led me away, back to my table.
I started to have more of my drink and Liam put his hand over it. “That’s been sitting unattended, do not drink it, not here at least.”
I glanced down at his hand, the golden ring on his finger gave me a clue as to how his life had gone after we parted ways. He followed my gaze and blushed, “Yeah, I’m married, Gin,” he said softy.
A soft smile lingered on my face as I tried to hide my disappointment, “You’re happy, I hope?” I asked.
His face contorted to an expression akin to uncertainty, “Most of the time, I suppose. What about you?”
I shook my head slightly, “Longing, mostly,” I teased.
He smiled, “I meant are you with someone?”
“Very much single,” I said as he ordered me another bourbon cherry old fashioned.
His attention turned back to me, “Is that why you’re here?”
“No,” I said softly, “I’m here because I wanted to see what happiness looked like on you, even if just for a moment.”
Liam looked down at the table then back up at me, “And? What does it look like to you?”
A smirk lingered on my face as I made eye contact with him, “It looks a lot like jealousy.”
My drink arrived and the old one was taken away. We sat and talked with each other, some of his co-workers came over and he shooed them away as we caught up to our current situations in life. He’s been married eight years and has a kid with her. I’ve just fucked around, not committing to anything or anyone more than a year at a time, tops.
As the night wore on, I noticed Finn kept looking over at me. His interest was obvious, Liam was married, so I tested the waters, “What’s up with that friend of yours? He single?” I asked.
He looked over to Finn and saw him smiling as Finn looked me over, but he quickly stopped when he noticed Liam glaring at him. “Why do you want to know?” he asked me.
I tilted my head as I looked at Liam, “Because he keeps staring at me like he’s a starving lion and I’m an injured gazelle,” I said.
“Gin…,” he paused as he reached out to stroke my cheek. I closed my eyes but pulled away slightly as his thumb swiped a tear from just beneath my eye.
I forced myself to smile and cleared my throat, looking at Liam as I opened my eyes back up, “He won’t break my heart if that’s what you’re worried about,” I said softly.
He sighed and looked back to Finn, “I should be getting home. Finn’s single, let me talk to him first though?”
I nodded and waited as Liam went over to his co-worker.
The conversation looked a little heated as Liam had his hand on the back of Finn’s neck with his mouth right at his ear. He didn’t look happy. Finn, on the other hand, developed a sly smile as Liam’s grip on his neck loosened. Finn nodded to Liam and walked back over to me as Liam got his coat, paid his tab, and mine up to that point, and left. He looked as crushed as I felt as he glanced back to me smiling and talking to Finn.
Finn sat beside me and I lay my head down on the table once Liam was out of sight, “Wow, you’ve got it bad, huh?” He said.
I tilted my head to look at him without lifting my head from the table, “The love of my life is married,” I said sadly.
He stroked my back and let me wallow in my own sadness for a few minutes then he curled his finger and put it under my chin, lifting my head slightly to look at me, “You’re much too pretty to get hung up on a guy like him.”
I half-smiled and returned to my drink, “If only it were that easy to not love someone.”
He did a good job at distracting me though. He got me out on the dance floor again and I had a few more drinks. His co-workers started leaving and coming over to say bye and every now and then his phone would ping and he would look at it and roll his eyes. He showed me the texts, they were from Liam, asking if I was okay. The last one asked for a photo as proof I was okay.
I was just this side of wasted, so when he pulled me over to him to take the picture, I put his hand under my top and tilted my head away from him, urging him to kiss my neck for the photo. He took the hint and snapped the photo then sent it to Liam. Finn continued kissing my neck and whispered, “He’s going to kill me, you know? He asked me to not let you get too drunk and make sure you don’t make any bad decisions.”
My head turned towards him and he kissed me softly on the lips before I pulled away, “Do you have any drugs?” I asked.
He smiled, “Just finish your drink,” he said softly.
I did. His phone dinged again and he showed it to me, but I couldn’t read the message, it was blurry, “What is it?” I asked.
Finn had his hand under my top again, his lips were by my ear as he whispered, “Liam asked me to keep you here for a while. He’s on his way back, so just come with me and we can wait for him, okay?”
I nodded. Everything felt heavy, my eyes, my limbs, my clothes. Finn helped me up and guided me messily down a dark corridor, or at least I think it was dark.
“How long until he gets here?” I asked.
“Not long, doll,” he said as he guided me to sit down somewhere.
I opened my eyes and saw Finn kneeling in front of me as he pushed my skirt up, “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting you ready for Liam, you want that, right?” he asked, a sweet smile on his face as my skirt was pushed up around my waist.
I nodded.
He slid my panties down my thighs, I looked at him and he smiled at me, “Liam’s going to hate you,” I said softly, some part of me was catching on to what was actually going on.
Finn tilted my face towards him and shook his head, “No he won’t,” he brought his lips up to mine and kissed me deeply then whispered in my ear, “he’ll just assume you’re a whore like all of the other girls I’ve swooped in on.”
I laughed, “He already knows I’m a whore,” I said before whispering, “he still loves me, though,” as he pulled my sweater over my head.
I was having trouble seeing. It was like I was looking at everything from behind my closed eyelids, but I could feel myself blinking. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued pulling my clothing from my body. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, but everything was blurry and dark. The more I tried to focus, the more my head hurt. He started to pull me to the edge of whatever I was sitting on but I grabbed his wrist, “Wait,” I said weakly, “take my skirt off of me and send him another photo first? Please?”
He pulled me up from my seat and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly as I felt him shimmy my skirt down my hips until it fell to the floor. Finn groped my ass and groaned as I tightened my grip on the back of his neck. “Send him lots of pictures if you’d like,” I said softly.
I was guided back down to the seat and I tried to open my eyes to look at him as I heard the click of his phone taking a picture, multiple pictures. My hand was on my stomach and my fingers were crossed. He opened my legs and took more pictures, my cunt was drooling onto the seat I was on and he reached out and touched me, spreading my soft flesh apart before taking more photos. “Send them to him, please?” I asked again.
“They’re sending,” he replied.
“What did you give me?”
“Nothing personally,” he said, “so I don’t know. I just saw someone slip it in your drink at the bar.”
“What did you tell Liam about the pictures?” I asked.
“That I’ve never been happier that he was married,” he said with a chuckle, “How are you still so chatty?” he asked.
“Don’t know,” I said softly, “Still drunk, but my head doesn’t feel foggy, just…my limbs feel heavy and my eyelids feel heavy.”
“Your eyes are open Janine,” he said.
“Oh,” I paused for a moment, “really?”
“I wouldn’t have sent Liam photos of you looking drugged, doll,” he said.
I nodded, “Right.”
His hand was caressing my body and I moaned softly as his palms cupped and cradled my breasts in them, “I was going to sleep with you, you know? This just makes it hard for me to get you off properly,” I said softly.
Finn’s thumbs rubbed my nipples in a gentle circle then rubbed back and forth across them, “I never said I was going to fuck you, Janine, I’m just getting you ready.”
“Ready for what?” I asked.
He let my hair down and I was trying to force my vision to clear from the dark grey shadows it had been stuck on. Everything was still blurry but the light and colors were starting to filter back in. Now I could see Finn smiling and I could see that I was in a chair in a large room with a sink and toilet in it, my wrists were bound to the arms of the chair, my ankles to the chair’s back legs, and my knees to the front legs of the chair, looped up and through the arm of the chair as well. I didn’t even feel him bind me.
He had his cock out, stroking it gently, “I thought you weren’t going to fuck me?” I asked.
“I’m not. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to coat you in a load for more pictures for our mutual friend before I unlock the door,” he said as he moved closer.
“Am I not pretty enough to fuck?” I asked.
He looked me up and down, “You look very soft and graspable. Like my dick would nestle right in that puffy lipped cunt of yours and your tits would bounce beautifully as I bottomed out in you. Sadly, I’ve lost a bet tonight and I’m expecting some dangerous men to show up and collect. Those photos weren’t just sent to Liam. I’ve promised to not damage the payment before those men get here, but I have to taunt my friend with showing off that I get a taste of what he wants. He’s seen the photos, by the way, they are marked as read but he’s yet to respond.”
I pulled at the restraints as I was starting to feel more like my drunk self than drugged, though I was still very much not fully functional just yet. He watched me squirm as he stroked off. He grabbed my hair and pulled, tilting my neck back as he let the first streams of cum land on my body. He streaked my breasts and stomach in white, then pulled my face down closer to him, getting another stroke off, a large sticky splash of cum landed on my cheek and lip with a heavy glob lingering on the tip of his cock. He rubbed it off onto my slit and took another photo of me. I took a deep breath in, pushing my chest out as I, again, crossed my fingers and looked directly at the camera.
“They’re still going to want their money, you know?” I said.
He nodded as he sent off that last photo, “Yeah, but you’re gonna buy me some time to get that money together.”
“When did this become the plan?” I asked.
“When Liam left you here and I saw the bartender slip a powder into your drink. I imagine he was drugging you for someone else, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up,” he said.
“He’s going to kill you, you know?” I said softly.
Finn held up his phone and looked at the text he sent and laughed as he got a reply. He looked up at me and said, “Liam said ‘Nice’ with an angry emoji on that last picture. Though I’m betting he’s jerking off to all of them given what he said to me before he left.”
That caught my interest, “What did he say?” I asked.
He looked at me and shook his head, “He’s married, I’m not going to pass on what he said and give you ideas of coming between them.”
“What’s it to you if I come between him and his wife?” I asked.
He grinned, “Liam married my sister.”
I held my breath for a moment and he came over to me and started cleaning his cum off of me. He kept scrubbing my lips until they were deep red and I pulled away from him, “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Trying to get your makeup off of you,” he said, “Don’t want it obvious I had to clean you up.”
I struggled to pull out of his grip, “I’m not wearing any makeup besides eyeliner and mascara.”
He looked my face over, “Well, shit, your skin is like porcelain then and I kind of feel bad now. They might fuck it up.”
We sat there in silence for a little while and he looked over at me, “Why aren’t you more scared? You’re awfully calm knowing an unknown group of powerful guys are about to come and uses you.”
I shrugged, “What’s the point? It’s going to happen one way or another so I can either fight it and panic or sit back and enjoy it.”
“That’s an awfully good way to look at things,” he said.
“It’s my survival instinct. They’re less likely to hurt me if I go along with it, right?” I said softly.
After a few more minutes a knock sounded at the door and Finn walked over. Two large older guys were standing there, they came into the room and half a dozen younger, muscular, guys filtered in behind them. The youngest one appeared to be my age. The two older guys looked me over and talked for a minute before looking back at Finn, “She’s worth two months, tops,” the one with prominently grey hair said.
I licked my lips and looked the guys over, “I think you’ll find I’m worth four if you untie me first,” I said softly.
The older man smiled at me, “And what makes you think you being untied adds to your value?” he asked.
“C’mere and I’ll whisper it to you,” I smiled as I tilted my head slightly.
He obliged me and leaned down close to my mouth. I put my lips right by his ear and whispered, “I can’t help you get off if I’m all tied up like this. Just feel my cunt to see how much I’m anticipating a good deep fucking from all of your men.”
He slipped his hand down my slit and smiled as he looked at me, “We’ll start at three months and see how it goes from there,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” I said sweetly.
The old man nodded to his men and two of the younger guys came over and untied me. Finn watched, engrossed in his phone with a frustrated look on his face as I was placed on the floor in front of the old man with greying hair. He unceremoniously pulled out his limp dick and waved it in my face. His uncut cock appeared small compared to his overall size, but it was still a mouthful as I used my tongue to push the foreskin away from his head.
He tasted disgusting, like he hadn’t washed his dick in days, but I powered through and got my lips down to his base as the back of my mouth tightened on his head. My tongue curled and lifted along the underside of his cock and he groaned, his hand gripped my hair as he held me down against his hips while I sucked and teased his cock with my mouth. His grip in my hair tightened as I worked to get his balls in my mouth as well.
He roughly pushed my head onto him more, enjoying the feel of my saliva coating him and making the head of his dick rock along the back of my throat as he gripped my head and pulled up and down against his base without pulling any of his cock from my mouth, it caused me to gag to the point I almost threw up. When he pulled me back his dick was at full attention and I had a stream of spit trailing down my chin and onto my chest, my eyes watered and his dick was slicked with a heavy coating of my saliva.
I climbed my way up him and he easily picked me up by my ass and the back of my upper thighs. My hand guided him into my cunt as he held me up. I rocked against him and looked him in the eyes as he groaned. I moaned and arched my back slightly, my hands were on his shoulders, propping myself up as I gripped his hips with my thighs and began to fuck myself on his cock. His dick was twice the size it had been flaccid and I found myself nearing a climax as he rubbed my cervix with the very tip of himself.
Then he spread my ass open and the other old guy came up behind me and forcefully shoved himself in my unlubed ass. I screamed and clenched on the first old man’s cock, but I didn’t stop even as tears flooded my eyes and my moans became sharp gasps and intakes of pained breath.
The first old man tilted my head up so he could look me in the eyes as the second man continued to force himself into my ass as I cried out and tightened my fingers on the first old man’s shoulders, my thighs tensed on his hips and he seemed to take great pleasure in my agony, “Those tears are worth four months,” he whispered to me.
It felt like the second man was going to rip my ass out of me every time he pulled back and my tears began anew. My body convulsed in pain and the first old man began fucking me deeply and groping my breasts as the second continued to fuck my ass roughly.
I kept half-heartedly screaming and crying, my breath caught as the second old man painfully pried my ass apart and helped hold me up with his fingers right next to his penetrating dick. I kept grinding myself against their dicks in spite of the pain. The first old man felt me trembling as my pussy clenched on him and he smiled and stroked my cheek, “Did you cum from having your ass ripped open like that?”
I groaned and the man behind me was moving a little easier in and out of me, though I never felt any lubricant being used, I’m assuming it was the naturally slick properties of blood letting him fuck my ass without it sticking so tightly to his cock. I cried and he fucked me in a steady rhythm with the first old man. The first man tilted my face up to him again and kissed me deeply, silencing my sobs with his mouth. When he pulled away he looked me in the eye, “He’s just the first, babydoll. I need to know if you’re on birth control.”
“N-no,” I gasped between hard sobs.
He smiled bigger, “Five months, but I’m going to send a guy to your house at your most fertile point next month to make you take a pregnancy test and if you’re not pregnant, he’s going to pour a load of my cum into you throughout your window and it’s going to repeat until you are, understood?” he said.
I nodded.
The painful sting of hot cum in my torn ass made me cringe. The first old man soothed me and one of the younger guys came over and held my ass open as he worked his cock into me. He was bigger than the first guy and I gasped, but at least the first guy’s cum lubed me up a little. He brought his hand up to my shoulder and I glanced over to see the red streak of blood he left on my skin as he made a quick, hard, thrust into me.
My fingernails dug into the old man’s shoulders and he rubbed my back as he resumed his own thrusting in my cunt. He was edging himself, bringing himself to the point of cumming then staying still and taunting me to keep his cum inside.
I was panting and I barely choked out, “Can…can I know who these guys are?”
“My baby brother tore into you, now my oldest son is in your ass, then my youngest will be. They will be followed by my brother’s three boys, in order of dick size. Last will be my sister’s son. I swear that girl fucked a horse to get a cock that size on him,” he taunted.
I nodded, “Thank you,” and resumed forcing myself to rock my hips between the two dicks.
A quick glance to Finn told me he held a tinge of remorse as he watched, then avoided watching by messing around on his phone.
Each new dick made me cringe and scream upon initial insertion, but by the time his sister’s son came around I felt weak and a pink and red streaked mix of blood and cum trailed down the backs of my legs. The old man finally came in me and stopped the last guy from fucking my ass. If I was capable of it, I would have thanked him, but I couldn’t even cry anymore.
The old man put me down on the floor and I felt a rush of cum surge out of me in a blood streaked mess. I was gasping and even paler than normal. He looked to the last guy and said, “Get the doctor, don’t worry you’ll still get your turn, we just don’t want to kill her, she’s too breedable.”
I closed my eyes and waited for the world to stop spinning. A male doctor inspected me and cleaned my ass up, used some surgical glue to close a few large tears in me and took the time to give me a pint of blood. Something told me I wasn’t the first girl they’ve used this way.
The color came back into my cheeks and the doctor stipulated that they shouldn’t have anymore anal sex with me. The old man lifted my head up and looked at me then looked to the guy that hadn’t yet gotten a turn, “Pump her cunt, but cum on her face,” he said as he lay me back on the floor.
Two of the younger guys came over and grasped my ankles, holding my legs spread wide apart with my feet in the air as the last of the younger men positioned himself at my pussy, his uncle’s cum oozed from me and he slowly guided himself into me. I gasped and arched my back as he stretched me. “Fuuuck,” I moaned as I came on his cock just from him inserting the tip into me.
He worked another inch in and my toes were curling as his cousins held my ankles. He took his time and I came again as he worked another few inches into me. I was gasping and lifting my hips to him He clasped my wrists in one hand and used his other hand to stroke my cheek. This felt fucking amazing.
I gasped and a flood of fluid shot out of me as he bottomed out against my cervix. My whole body pulsed with tension and a euphoric wave of pleasure made my cunt squeeze his cock tightly. Every fucking vein on him sent a shiver down my spine as he thrust in and out of me.
He was grunting and groaning, thrusting faster and faster as I arched and moaned, “Oh, fuck…harder, harder…God, fuck me deeper.”
He leaned over me and kissed me hard with one more powerful and deep thrust then he quickly pulled out, his cousins dropped my ankles and yanked me up by my wrists as he started cumming, A thick white goo coated my eye, cheek, lips and nose, globs of it saturated my hair and more dripped down onto my tits. It was the most I’d ever seen someone cum.
The old man leaned down and wiped my face of his nephew’s cum with a cloth and turned my head towards him, “Your big tits and wide hips are perfect for breeding, babydoll. That narrow waist and thick thighs and ass feel much better than I anticipated. I’ve decided your friend gets six months, and you are going to see me, personally, monthly until I get that positive pregnancy test. Then I’ll visit weekly until the kid is born. You’ll be compensated handsomely, all of your needs will be taken care of, but my kid will be raised by my wife. I might even come back to you for a second kid in time.”
I nodded, “Okay, thank you,” I said softly. I wasn’t looking him in the eye, I was looking at the blood and cum I sat in.
He grasped my jaw and turned my head up towards him, “You’re the first bitch that has thanked us, most cry and grovel,” he said, “look at me when I talk to you.”
I tilted my eyes up and leaned my head into his hand as I looked into his eyes, “Most bitches don’t understand their place or their worth to men like you,” I said softly.
He smiled and rubbed my cheek then looked back to Finn, “You lucked out in finding her. Six months to pay up, or it’s your ass being pounded and I won’t stop to get the doctor for you.”
Finn swallowed hard and nodded as the men filed out of the room.
I was mostly sober at this point. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing. I looked at Finn, “Where are we?”
“Back room in the bar,” he said.
I nodded, “I think I need some help getting my clothes back on.”
He came over and moved me out of the mess, he was cleaning me up when Liam came into the room, “Gin?” he said softly.
I looked up at him, there were bruises on my ankles, wrists, shoulders, neck, breasts, hips and thighs starting to darken to a deep purple. His brother-in-law continued cleaning my body, “Can you get my clothes for me, Liam?” I asked quietly as I looked him in the eye, completely ignoring the mess of the room and the condition my body was in.
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