Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 7] (gang bang, non-con, punishment)

**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 7

It was a beautiful night – a perfectly round moon bathed the deserted University in a soft glow. The campus – normally bustling with life – was now a bone-white carcass in the moonlight. Isabella’s head was encased in a black leather hood, and thus she was unable to appreciate the way the stars speckled across the velvet night sky. In fact, the full gimp mask only had openings for her nose and mouth, rendering her completely blind and directionless as she stumbled across the uneven cobblestone in her platform heels. Isabella’s only guide was the pull of the leash attached to her collar, forcing her to clip-clop obediently behind Professor Tasgonne like a prized horse. To complete the look, the butt plug embedded in her ass had a long fluffy tail which reached the back of her knees and swished when she moved. There was also a small, but powerful, bullet vibrator buzzing away inside her wet pussy.

Deprived of her sight, Isabella’s other senses were on high alert. With only an oversized trench coat thrown over her naked body, Isabella could feel the cold winter air raising goosebumps all over her bare flesh. Her footsteps were like gunshots in the otherwise silent night. Isabella took in short, shallow breaths as she dutifully followed the professor to their destination – she knew her punishment would be brutal, but the anticipation made it almost unbearable.

Finally, they entered what Isabella assumed to be the University’s gymnasium, based on the hardwood floors, the cavernous echo of her footsteps, and the sweaty scent that lingered in the stale air. The smell of sweat became overpowering when they reached their destination: the gym locker room.

There was a chorus of appreciative whistling and lewd comments from the University rugby team when Professor Tasgonne stripped off Isabella’s trench coat. She trembled and blindly turned left and right, uncertain about how many people were in the small locker room. The leather hood may have distorted the sounds, but Isabella was sure that there were over fifteen people staring and whistling at her perfect nude body. With the hood covering her face and hiding her identity, the rugby team didn’t know that the whore standing before them was their friend and classmate Isabella – sweet, innocent Isabella who always cheered on the sidelines and baked blueberry muffins to share with the team.

“Thanks for waiting, boys. I’ve got her all warmed up for a good time tonight,” Professor Tasgonne said, tugging the butt plug out by the tail and digging a finger into Isabella’s pussy to retrieve the vibrator. “No rules, free access to all holes – this bitch needs to be taught a lesson. Remind her what dirty, worthless whores are used for.”

Professor Tasgonne unclipped the leash from Isabella’s collar and pushed her to the centre of the room. Isabella stumbled into the rough, waiting hands of the rugby team. She whimpered and recoiled at every new touch, not knowing who these people were or where the next squeeze, slap or spank was going to come from.

The professor’s voice and footsteps grew fainter as he left the locker room, “I’ll be back in the morning. Feel free to just leave the slut on the floor when you’re done punishing those holes. Enjoy lads!”

The team immediately descended on Isabella like a juicy piece of meat. Her torso was laid across the width of a wooden bench, with her ass dangling off one side and her head hanging off the other. Marcus, the team captain, spread her pussy lips apart, spat into her hole and then roughly fingered her. The other boys pinched Isabella’s nipples and forced her to touch their hardening cocks. Wasting no time, Marcus speared his veiny cock into Isabella’s unprepared cunt, making her cry out in surprise and pain. He lifted her ankles to rest on his shoulders, raising her hips off the bench, and began fucking her with hard, deep thrusts.

“Shit, this pussy is so tight. She’s gripping me like she wants me to nut inside her,” Marcus groaned blissfully as Isabella’s cunt squeezed his cock.

Isabella’s sobbing was muffled when another teammate, Adrian, shoved his sweaty balls between her lips. She was forced to suckle on his hairy testicles, rolling them gently around her mouth and licking them with her cute little tongue. With her head hanging upside-down over the edge of the bench, it was easy for Adrian to slide his cock along her tongue and directly down her throat. Isabella gagged and her throat convulsed around the invading member. Perhaps prematurely, Adrian blew his load and filled Isabella’s mouth with thick cum – but in his defence, anyone who saw the way Isabella’s neck bulged and felt the gloriously tight pulsing around their cock would empathise. Even before Isabella had the chance to choke down all of Adrian’s salty semen, another teammate’s cock pushed into her mouth and down her throat.

Not long after, Marcus dug his fingers into Isabella’s hips and roared as he ejaculated. Isabella could feel the large cock throbbing as it spurted hot cum deep into her womb. Marcus rocked back and forth in her tight pussy, trying to milk every last drop from his balls. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, absolutely lost in his own ecstasy and oblivious to the impatience of his teammates.

“Come on Marcus, move! My turn to rail that sweet cunt.”

Isabella flinched and swung her hooded head in the direction of the familiar voice – a difficult task considering the penis pounding into her mouth. The owner of the voice positioned himself between her spread legs and rubbed the head of his cock along her raw slit, which was slimy with Marcus’ semen. Suddenly, he stopped. He gently grazed his fingertips along Isabella’s upper hip where she had a distinctive tattoo: a bouquet of tulips.

The rest of the team stood in a circle around Isabella, stroking their cocks in anticipation. “What are you waiting for Jonah? Did your dick stop working? Fuck that bitch or get out of the way!”

No. It couldn’t be. Jonah? The ex-boyfriend that Professor Tasgonne forced her to break up with? Underneath the hood, Isabella’s face flushed red with embarrassment – she was ashamed for Jonah to see what she had become. Just a month ago, she was a virgin and they were waiting for marriage together, and now her holes had been used and abused more times than she could count. She whimpered and thrashed against the many hands holding her down, trying to communicate to Jonah to call off his friends, to help her, to save her.

Jonah leaned down and whispered so softly that Isabella could barely hear him through the leather hood, “I know it’s you, Belle. I’d recognise that tattoo anywhere. Honestly, I’m not surprised – you were always such a fucking tease, making me wait all those months. Well, I’m not waiting anymore.”

Isabella’s heart sank with the realisation that she was utterly helpless. She felt Jonah penetrate her for the first time, and sobbed, wishing it was under different circumstances. Her ex-boyfriend eased his cock in and out of her used pussy, using his thumb to rub her clit in small circles. This was something that Jonah had always dreamed of, and it lived up to every expectation – her tight, wet pussy hugged his cock in the most heavenly way. He plunged his cock again and again into her warm, velvety-soft hole, picking up speed. When Jonah finally groaned and spurted his cum in his ex-girlfriend’s cunt, the inside of the leather hood was completely damp with Isabella’s tears. Jonah pulled his cock free and walked to the other side of the bench, indicating for his teammate step aside and let him use Isabella’s mouth. Waves of humiliation washed over her as she was forced to lick up the cum from her ex-boyfriend’s waning cock.

Isabella was picked up and thrown around like a rag doll, completely blind to what was happening around her. She was forced to straddle Tony, the largest and most muscular player in the team, who wielded a cock the size of Isabella’s forearm. Tony gripped her hips and impaled his girthy shaft deep into her belly, bouncing her tiny body up and down on his cock using his strong thighs. Isabella could feel Tony’s giant penis slamming against her cervix, but her groans of discomfort were ignored. He buried his stubbly face in her bouncing tits and bit down savagely on her nipples before laying her flat against his chest. Two teammates on either side of the bench entered her mouth and asshole at the same time and sawed back and forth, quickly establishing a brutal rhythm.

Isabella had never taken so many cocks at once. She had Tony’s giant pole pumping into her pussy from below, one person skull-fucking her, another ripping into her asshole, and a cock being jerked in each hand. The boys mercilessly destroyed Isabella’s holes with their savage fucking, filling her with unbelievable amounts of cum. They ejaculated and substituted for one another with a frightening efficiency – the instant that one player would deposit a load of semen in her mouth, cunt or ass, another would take his place. Isabella’s stretched and battered holes only gaped for a moment before being filled once again.

At one point, with all her holes currently occupied, Marcus sandwiched his cock with Isabella’s delicate white feet. He vigorously thrusted between her silky soles, admiring the gentle curve of her ankles, her baby-soft skin and the blue nail-polish on her cute little toes. Another player slid between Isabella’s breasts, roughly kneading her flesh to encase his throbbing penis until he ejaculated into her mouth and all over the black hood.

After a few hours, the team’s stamina and the sense of urgency had died down. One or two guys lazily fucked Isabella while the others watched, chatted, drank beer and recharged. Someone was elbow-deep, fisting her loosened pussy, with no more than a detached curiosity. Each member of the rugby team had emptied their balls in or on Isabella at least three times. Isabella, who was not given the luxury of a break, could barely stay upright. Even on her hands and knees, her limbs trembled and buckled. Her skin was red and her body was bruised from the harsh treatment. Her holes seemed to be permanently gaped, and a steady stream of semen dribbled from her ripped asshole and worn pussy onto the floor of the locker room. Dried cum was caked around her mouth and thick ropes of cum were plastered to the black leather hood.

“Look, the whore’s collapsed in a puddle of jizz. Hey! Roll around in that cum. I heard it’s good for your skin!” Adrian cruelly smirked while the rest of the team chuckled. Isabella’s muscles refused to cooperate, but she somehow managed to wiggle around in the slimy cum, rubbing the white goo into her soft flesh.

One of the players got up and placed his foot on the back of Isabella’s head, pressing her face against the cum-drenched floor. “Lick it up, slut. Don’t waste a single drop – this is your dinner!” Isabella’s tongue poked out from the hood’s opening, slurping up the semen that had pooled on the dirty tiles. She was almost grateful for the hood – nobody could see her puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks and broken expression.

In the morning, Professor Tasgonne found the locker room empty. It reeked of the musky smell of sex. He wandered around the corner and found Isabella on the cold, tiled floor of the showers, with her wrists chained to the wall above her head. He crouched down before her and roused the fatigued girl with a slap to her tits. Isabella’s hair was matted and her face pale and sweaty when the professor finally unzipped the leather hood from her head. Her eyes were blinking, glassy, and looked up at Professor Tasgonne with no recognition.

“Wake up, you lazy cunt. Stand up,” the professor commanded, spraying Isabella’s naked body with a freezing cold jet of water. Isabella slowly stood up with shivering legs, one of her platform heels missing.

“Did you give those boys a good time? Have you learnt your lesson yet? Spread your legs, show me those useless holes.”

Isabella gingerly reached down and parted her pussy lips, yelping when the professor sprayed the strong jet directly into her aching hole. She slowly turned around, every muscle stiff and sore, and spread her ass cheeks apart. Fresh globs of cum from deep inside dripped onto the bathroom tiles. Isabella let the water cascade over her trembling body and rinse the cum from her abused holes.

She hung her head in defeat, watching the milky mixture of water, cum and tears swirl down the drain.

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