Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 6] (gang bang, dub-con, non-con, BDSM)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*

PART 6

The Grand Hall was the pride and joy of the University, the centrepiece, the crown jewel. It had towering spires and arched stained-glass windows – every sandstone brick was undeniably infused with the University’s rich history. That night, the Grand Hall hosted the End of Semester staff function. Professor Tasgonne had instructed Isabella to attend the festivities and serve the guests, but she suspected it would include more than merely handing out canapés.

Isabella’s perfect body was naked except for the black stiletto heels strapped to her ankles and the ridiculously thin g-string digging between by her labia and ass cheeks. A heavy serving tray was attached to Isabella’s nipples with sharp metal clamps, hanging by two short chains. She wobbled around the Grand Hall in her high heels, gripping the sides of the serving tray to stabilise the flutes of champagne and to relieve the tugging on her delicate breasts.

Lecturers, tutors, staff and researchers milled around the function, mingling, sipping champagne, and greeting their colleagues jovially. They wore dazzling cocktail dresses and pressed tuxedos with black ties. A string quartet played from the corner; the Grand Hall was filled with gentle music and polite chitter-chatter. Isabella recognised a few of her teachers, but they didn’t recognise her. A lace Venetian mask covered the top half of her face and she kept her eyes lowered when she offered guests champagne. A balding law professor accepted some champagne and cupped Isabella’s juicy butt cheek before sending her off with a playful spank, laughing to his colleagues.

Before the function started, Professor Tasgonne had used a thick black marker to write ‘USE THIS WORTHLESS SLUT’ in bold letters across Isabella’s tummy, inviting everyone to abuse her body for their own sick pleasure. She was finding the experience unbearably degrading – strangers groped her body as she walked past, tweaking her tits and squeezing her ass. A few shameless guests reached between her legs and pulled the thin g-string aside, playing with her clit and fingering her pretty pink pussy.

When her serving tray was empty, Isabella retreated to the catering kitchen, in desperate need of a break from the rough hands and humiliation. In the kitchen, she was startled to find a slender, petite girl with a black leather collar around her neck. The girl was wearing a similar ‘uniform’: strappy heels and thin panties flossing her tight cheeks. She had small, firm breasts, a flat belly and straight black hair that reached her waist. When she noticed Isabella staring at her, the girl blushed and wordlessly continued to stack mini quiches onto the tray that swung from her clamped tits.

“Hey, hi, hello, I’m Isabella. What are you doing here, are you – um, do you know Professor Tasgonne?” The words cascaded from Isabella’s mouth in hushed whispers, “Is he forcing you to be here? Is he blackmailing you too?”

“Amy,” the girl introduced herself shyly, avoiding Isabella’s many questions. Amy pushed past Isabella, a full tray of quiches hanging from her perky tits.

Isabella grabbed Amy’s arm, searching her face with imploring eyes, “Wait, if we’re in the same position, I think we can help each other. The police will believe us if we tell them together. And we’ll stop Tasgonne from posting anything incriminating. Or we can move to another university. I don’t know – I just thought I was alone… but now – but now I think Tasgonne has less power if we work together.”

Amy paused for a long moment, then shrugged off Isabella’s hand and rejoined the party.

Several hours of free-flowing drinks had loosened up the guests, who now laughed and danced freely in the Grand Hall. The string quartet had packed up and was replaced by music blasting from a speaker. The guests became bolder towards Isabella. A middle-aged woman ripped the tray from Isabella’s nipples, digging into her sore tits with sharp acrylic nails and giving her a few slaps before letting her go. The balding law professor had found Isabella again and forced her to kneel as he unbuckled his pants. He savagely skull-fucked her, repeatedly slamming against the back of her throat and making saliva bubble from the corners of her mouth. After a few blissful minutes, the law professor pulled his cock from Isabella’s soft lips, spurting thick ropes of cum over her face and tits. He used her long hair to dry his softening cock, called her a ‘dirty used cumslut’, and then waltzed off.

Through teary eyes, Isabella spotted Amy across the hall. Her petite frame was bent over Dr Bardwell’s lap, who wore an emerald green gown and was seated in an armchair. Amy’s ass cheeks were glowing a bright red from Dr Bardwell’s relentless paddling. Professor Tasgonne stood to the side of the armchair, stroking his cock in preparation, a hungry and lustful twinkle in his eyes. Isabella watched, equal parts fascinated and disgusted, as Professor Tasgonne pumped his cock into Amy’s helpless mouth, using her ears as handles for the brutal face-fuck. Amy’s eyes widened when her cheeks ballooned with the professor’s cum. With a satisfied grunt, the professor pulled free, and smacked his cum-covered cock down on Amy’s forehead with a wet thwack.

Everyone turned their attention to the centre of the Grand Hall at the insistence of clinking glass. Vice-Chancellor Fitzroy waited for the conversation to die down to a murmur before addressing the guests, “I’d just like to say well done on a great semester! I trust that everyone is enjoying themselves tonight. Our two lovely girls have no doubt aided in that enjoyment,” he chuckled along with the room, “But we have some more entertainment planned, so please, refill your glasses and gather around.”

Professor Tasgonne dragged Amy by her long black hair from the armchair to the middle of the room, where Vice-Chancellor Fitzroy stood on a large rug. Then he beckoned Isabella to join them. All eyes were on Isabella as she wobbled like a newborn calf to where the guests had cleared a space to serve as a stage.

“These girls have done a great job of servicing the party, now let’s see them service each other!”

Amy was laying obediently on her back, staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes. Professor Tasgonne forced Isabella to lay face down on top of Amy, placing his foot on the back of Isabella’s neck to push her face between Amy’s spread thighs. The girls were locked in a lewd embrace, mouths closed tightly against the other’s cunt, neither willing to make the first move. A few sharp cracks of the paddle on Isabella’s back and buttocks served as motivation, and she hesitantly placed her tongue against Amy’s hooded clit. Isabella felt Amy’s hot ragged breath on her pussy, followed by the expert nibbling and flicking of her clit. Amy licked Isabella with long, slow strokes, from her clit all the way to her winking asshole. In comparison, Isabella was performing poorly, having never performed oral on a woman before. Professor Tasgonne crouched down and roughly tilted Isabella’s chin up. He squeezed her face with one hand, making her lips pout like a fish and forcing her to look at him.

“Listen to me, you useless cunt,” the professor whispered harshly, “You’re going to eat Amy’s pussy like your life depends on it. Put on a show for our lovely guests. If your face isn’t drowning in Amy’s juices, you’re not working hard enough.”

Isabella’s face was once again pushed against Amy’s waiting pussy. This time, she nibbled Amy’s labia, delved her tongue deep into her hole and sucked on her clit, rolling the sensitive nub between her teeth. Soon, Amy’s legs were fluttering like butterfly wings, clamping Isabella’s head between her soft thighs. When the Vice-Chancellor and professor finally pulled the two girls apart, both Isabella and Amy were panting hard – their lips, chins and noses covered in each other’s juices.

“On your hands and knees, sluts! Ass to ass!” the Vice-Chancellor commanded, clapping his hands.

Isabella and Amy crawled on all fours, circling each other like wary dogs. They positioned themselves with their behinds only a few inches apart. Isabella could feel the heat radiating off Amy’s wet pussy and paddled ass. Professor Tasgonne produced a long double-ended dildo – a jelly pink, half-metre-long snake. Both ends had a squishy mushroom head for convenient insertion.

Isabella felt movement behind her as the dildo was thrusted into Amy’s pussy first. Amy groaned loudly as her cunt was forced to swallow the snake-like toy to its halfway point, “ah, ah, ah no, please. That’s too deep, ah, I can’t take it, please!” Isabella shuffled her hands and knees on the scratchy rug, anxiously waiting her turn. Then, she felt her delicate pussy lips being parted by the other end of the flexible dildo. It burrowed into her cunt, inch by inch, until there were only a few centimetres of the pink snake left visible. Amy and Isabella’s tight pussies were connected by the long pink dildo, such that when one girl moved, the toy shifted inside both of their bodies. Perhaps instinctively, Amy began rocking her hips back and forth, fucking herself and also Isabella. Almost in retaliation, Isabella began thrusting her ass backwards too, trying to push more of the toy into Amy’s tight cunt.

The guests clapped appreciatively – some with their zippers down and cocks out – as the girls continued their arousing display. Their butts jiggled and slammed against one another, rhythmically impaling the double-ended dildo in their twin pussies.

After a few entertaining minutes, the Vice-Chancellor pulled Amy’s body off the dildo with a squelch. The long toy was left jutting obscenely from Isabella’s cunt for a moment before Professor Tasgonne eased it from her wet, gripping hole. The girls were repositioned to face each other, still in doggy position, with the double-ended dildo now connecting their sweet little mouths. Both girls choked as they were forced to deep-throat either end of the long toy and taste the other’s cunt. An overweight finance lecturer bellied up behind Amy, grabbed her hips and ploughed into her pussy without any warning, while a sociology researcher donned a giant strap-on and started rutting Isabella’s asshole from behind. The girls bit down on the dildo and jerked forward from the impact – humiliation, pain, lust, resignation, defiance, pleasure – an array of confusing emotions communicated in the split second that their eyes met.

The sweaty finance lecturer clawed his meaty fingers into Amy’s slender waist for the final few thrusts, shooting of a load of hot, thick cum in her pussy. The dildo was taken away from their mouths, leaving the girls with stiff jaws, and Amy was laid on her back with the lecturer’s semen starting to dribble down between her ass cheeks and onto the rug. Professor Tasgonne’s now-familiar foot on the back of Isabella’s neck forced her face into Amy’s drenched cunt.

“Be a good little whore and slurp up all that delicious jizz from Amy’s sweet cunt – don’t waste a single drop!”

Isabella held her breath and lapped up the gooey white cum that gushed from Amy’s pussy, scooping in and around her asshole as well. She scrunched up her face and gagged, trying to ignore the unpleasant salty taste of the lecturer’s semen.

“Thank the kind lecturer for his donation! Show us how much you dirty whores love the taste of cum.” The onlookers cheered as the two girls were forced to kiss, spit in each other’s mouths and share the cum.

The strap-on pummelling Isabella’s rectum was replaced by an engineering tutor’s short yet girthy cock. He alternated between Isabella’s tight pussy and even tighter ass, thrusting his cock into one hole while the other gaped. And when the tutor spent himself, it was Amy’s turn to suck the cum from Isabella’s loosened asshole. Guests crowded around the rug, waiting to use one of the six holes on offer.

It was much later that night that all the guests were finally satisfied. The girls had sore, stretched holes and lay exhausted on the ground. Isabella’s make up was smeared and her hair was stringy, plastered with sweat and semen. Fresh cum flowed freely over the dried cum that had crusted around Amy’s ruined holes.

Professor Tasgonne lounged on the armchair, naked and proud, his suit and tie long since discarded.

“Isabella, come here. No, no, I didn’t say you could stand, did I? Crawl to me. Wiggle that ass, squeeze out some of that cum.”

It ached to move, to crawl, but Isabella reached the armchair and kneeled before the professor. He cupped her chin, then slapped her, hard. The sound of slapping and crying echoed around the almost-empty hall. Professor Tasgonne grabbed Isabella’s hair, ripping at her scalp, and pulled her face close as he leaned down.

“Amy told me what you said. About your pathetic little plan to run away,” Professor Tasgonne said quietly and measuredly, letting the fear sink in, “I treat insubordination very seriously. Tomorrow, you will be one very, very sorry slut – I can promise you that.”

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