TW: Dubcon/Noncon
Themes: (See above), First Time, Initiation, Humiliation, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism
I had grown up in The Church, lived on the Compound for years in relative peace, learning and growing. There were a lot of rules in The Church, all focused on sin; well, on not sinning. No lying, no stealing, no coveting, no murder, no sex with children. That last one was important. Because until I turned eighteen, everything was fine. I felt loved, safe, protected, happy, even. I loved sewing, loved gossiping, loved cooking. I loved so many things. And they were taken from me. Well, maybe not all the way, but the safety, security, and happiness, it vanished.
At eighteen you undergo a ceremony into adulthood. You’re re-baptized by the Prophet, Micah, and you are given a new name, a name that denotes your new role. I was given the name of Beth, the name of a servant. My parents congratulated me, as servants are seen as martyrs, as giving up themselves for the greater good. But my greater good was neglected. Always. I hadn’t even gotten out of the ceremony room before a boy I’d spent years with, Daniel, pulled me into a hallway and pushed me up against a wall.
His hands searched my body, from wide hips to slender waist, to perky breasts. His hands spoke of hunger, of a longing that I hadn’t known or seen before. His hand reached under my dress, to my left breast, gripping it. I cried out, his other hand covering my mouth.
He shushed me and said, “Quiet Beth, servants are supposed to obey without reproach.” He brought his head to my now-exposed breast and flicked my hardening nipple with his tongue. He bit down a second later and I cried out, my breath becoming shallow, fast. His hand came off my mouth and moved down my body to my skirt, and, finding that my legs were shut tight, he kissed my neck and growled in my ear, “Open up, servant.”
I shook my head and made a noise in protest as he pushed his hands between my thighs, his rough fingers pushing against my underwear. He stopped for a moment and then pulled away, eying me up and down. He flipped me around in an instant and forcefully spread my legs open, pushing my face into the wall with his hand, “We honor God with our bodies, don’t withhold yours from me.” His voice was mocking, his tone laced with malice.
I whimpered against the cold stone as he pulled my underwear down, the fabric stretching as he got to my knees. I heard him unbuckling his pants and I cried out once again, “Please, Daniel–” my voice trailed off as what little conviction I had drained from me. He pushed the tip of his cock into me, the pain almost unbearable as he thrust, pushing my breasts against the wall, my nipples sore from his touch, this unfamiliar arousal. The rough stone took my mind off his movements for a moment, only for another thrust, this time deeper, too deep, to pull me back. He grunted, his breathing becoming faster, more shallow, as he pushed into me again, again, again. His muscular arms, the ones I’d watched in the fields as I sewed and giggled with the other girls, now had me pinned.
I suddenly became aware of another sound, the sound of a different breath, getting faster as well. I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them, to see two other boys, the same age as me and Daniel–I couldn’t recognize them through my blurry vision–with their cocks out, their hands pumping in time to his thrusts. Tears stained my cheeks but it only seemed to push the boys further, Daniel thrusting with even more force, pushing my whole body against the wall, one hand on my hip, the other still holding my face against the cold stone. He moaned and I felt a new heat within me, something different than his cock, and then I was empty. But not for long.
There was a shuffle and someone, I don’t know who, pulled my hips from the wall and bent me forward, his strong hand on my back. His other hand pulled my hair back, bringing my head to face the cock of the third boy, who I now saw was Jeremiah. He wordlessly grabbed my jaw, pinching it to open my mouth before he pushed his way past my lips, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicking in. My eyes watered fiercely as I heard Daniel say, “The Lord has given us a great servant today.”
I thought I had gone numb from the thrusting of Daniel’s cock, but the new one inside of me felt even bigger as if it could tear me in two, and I wanted to gasp as it entered, wanted to cry out, but I could barely breathe, could barely think. My legs began to shake and I finally pounded on Jeremiah’s legs, but all it got me was my hands, grasped behind my back. Jeremiah gripped my hair now, pulling me up. Our eyes locked for a moment and I hoped that he could see the pleading in my eyes. I think he did because he started thrusting harder, pushing deeper than before, holding it there until tears welled up in my eyes.
They continued, pushing me in every direction, or so it felt, the boy behind me bending as he thrust harder, one hand on my hip, his legs spread, his moans load and unashamed, echoing down the hallway. Jeremiah, instead, was just grunting, his sweat dripping onto my face, stinging my eyes. He let out a laugh and began his assault anew, digging his fingers into my scalp as he pulled my lips to his crotch, his cock twitching in my mouth. He and the boy behind me came with tremendous force, Jeremiah in the back of my throat, the other at the beginning of my womb.
They let me fall, unceremoniously, to the cold stone floor, my hair in knots, my legs shaking. They zipped up their pants and as they left I heard them say, “We’ll have to tell the other guys she’s ready for her role as a servant.” Their laughter echoed in the hallway long after they’d gone.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kx9cy7/the_compound_groupdubconfirst_timehumiliation
Amazing. Wow. ?❤️