CAMPOUT pt 2! [nonconsent] [dubcon] [gangbang] [choking] [rough sex] [face fuck] [facial]

** was so happy with the responses to part 1 that I wrote this whole new chapter in between what I had written before 😇 hope y’all enjoy part 2 of Skye’s long night in the woods!! **

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qp2ufq/first_time_sharing_my_stories_campout_nonconsent/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

Wes was relentless.

I lost count of how many times I came, gripping down on his cock, my eyes rolled back, gasping and shaking.

He was huge, sure, but… I’d been with big guys before. There was something different in the way he fucked: an understanding of sorts between his body and the inside of mine. He rocked me as hard as he wanted, but he played the pulses of my dripping, clenching pussy like it was an instrument.

His hands played too. He squeezed my throat, twisted my nipples, shoved fingers into my mouth. When I twisted too much, he used both hands to grip my hips, or my shoulders. He held me in place easily, controlling my body as he drove into me.

Taking his huge cock, over and over, time lost meaning. When he finally pulled out, I whimpered. I opened my eyes, lifted my hips, searching for him. I was empty, ready to beg. He groaned as he jerked on himself, and I realized too late what was about to happen.

Hot, thick ropes of cum hit me squarely in the face. I tried to turn, to avoid getting it in my eyes. From the other side of the table, Danny grabbed my chin and held me in place, squeezing my mouth open. Wes’ broad shoulders shook and his head dropped, brow furrowed. A shock of dark hair fell in his face. He finished with a grunt, and a final spurt of cum landed on my chest.

Cum dripped slowly, hot and sticky, sliding down my cheeks and into my mouth. Danny released my face with a little slap. “Clean yourself up, slut.” I blinked at him blankly, still reeling. He laughed. “Use your tongue. Lick it.”

Michael was smoking a cigar of some sort. It was making my eyes burn; all the cum wasn’t helping.

I slid my tongue in a circle around my mouth, finding plenty. I swallowed and sighed. Danny watched me. He looked hungry.

“Good job, skank. I think it’s my turn to see what that tongue can do.”

I wondered idly what time it was. Danny shuffled behind me, and the ropes holding my arms to the table loosened.

“Slowly, slowly…” Wes cautioned. He’d pulled his pants up and was wiping his brow. His face was still flushed and glistening from the pounding he’d given me. My pussy twinged. He felt my eyes on him and glanced up at me with a smirk. “Your arms will be stiff.”

I fought back a sudden, insane urge to giggle. After what had just happened! What a child.

He was right, though. My shoulder joints ached. I’d been pulling hard against the ropes, and as they loosened, I could feel the sting of friction burns on my wrists. I winced as I sat up. I was lightheaded; I needed some water. I wished Michael would put out the goddamn cigar.

Danny stood in front of me, cock in hand, jerking himself. He wasn’t fully hard yet. I wondered what he would feel like stiffening in my mouth.

“Hold on a second, Dan.” Wes put a big hand on Danny’s shoulder. My heart started pounding again. *Pathetic.* “Skye… think you can be a good girl? If we take off the ropes?”

I looked at him, hands in my lap, stroking my sore wrists with my thumbs. Cum was still dripping down my face. Defiance was building again, now that I had a chance to catch my breath. Wes saw it, somehow.

Quick and sharp, he slapped me. “I said… will you be a good girl? I want to take the ropes off. We can put your hands to use.” My eyes watered from the slap. I licked my lips and tasted him. *Fuck.* This was making me even *hotter.*

I decided to put on a show. I considered the question. “What if I’m not? What if I run?” I tilted my head and looked him in the eye. My voice shook a little, but it was teasing, confident. I wanted him to understand me. I wanted to play the game.

*Slap*. My face burned. I tasted blood. He growled. “Don’t play with me, girl. You’ll regret it.” He sounded fierce, angry, but the corners of his mouth turned up. I couldn’t help it. I sneered, and felt blood trickle down the corner of my mouth.

Danny let out a snort. “Fuck me, mate. She *loves* it.”

I held Wes’ eyes. “Tell Michael to put out that fucking cigar. And get me some water.” I lifted my chin, daring him. “Please.”

“Hit her again.” Michael. Lurking in the shadows. I wondered if it was his phone that had the video of me. Sloppy little slutty Skye, having orgasm after orgasm on Wes’ dick. Maybe I could get it from him somehow, delete it.

*Slap*. A little softer. Maybe I was just getting used to it. “We aren’t taking fucking requests.” Wes leaned down and spoke quietly, a few inches from my face, holding my chin. “Promise me you’ll do what we say, and I’ll untie you. I don’t want to have to hurt you.” I laughed, shook my head free of his grip. He raised his eyebrows, leaning back. “What’s so funny?”

“Do you think this *hasn’t* been hurting me?” I rolled my eyes at him, indignant. “What do you think you’ve been doing? You don’t want to hurt me…” I shook my head again. “Give me a fuckin’ br–” *Slap*. Hard this time. My head rocked and I felt a fresh trickle of blood.

“Turn her around,” Wes sounded truly angry now. *Oh shit*. Danny jerked me around roughly and pushed my face onto the table, grinding dirt into the still-sticky cum on my cheek.

I heard Michael laugh, and some metallic clink. I tried to twist around to see. Danny held me, leaning down to sing-song in my ear: “You fucked up.” My cunt was throbbing, anticipating. *I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up*. I was almost giddy, my heart pounding. I hoped he’d take me like this, from behind. I couldn’t wait to feel–

*Crack*. Pain, heat. What the *fuck* did he just hit me with?! Before I could take a breath or scream for him to stop, it came again. And again. I held my breath as the hits came, each stinging more than the last. Then he stopped. He laid something down next to me, right in front of my face. The silver of the buckle shone, mocking: *Midas*. I took a ragged breath and let out a choked sob. *Fuck*. That *hurt*.

Wes was breathing hard. “Let her up.” Danny let go, but I just laid there, throbbing. My ass was on fire.

Wes reached out a hand, tracing over the welts. Chills rose over my body. His calloused, gentle fingers against the burning stripes caused my body to contract, my pussy thrumming with need again. I whimpered and shuddered.

Wes leaned down, big hand still on my aching ass, and slid his fingers towards my soaked cunt. “I said, I don’t *want* to hurt you, you bratty little whore. But don’t ever forget that I *can*.” He slid his fingers into my pussy as he spoke the last word, making me gasp. He stroked in and out, his breath hot on my neck. “Understand me. I own this.” He let me grind on his hand as my breath quickened. Then he pulled his hand away. I whined softly. I’d been so close. I know he could feel it. *Bastard*. 

He leaned back and stood, pulling my hair and forcing me to lift my head off the table. “Now, get the fuck up. You’re not even close to done.”

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With the ropes gone, I absently stroked the friction burns around my wrists. Bruises were already visible, burgundy and purple where the skin hadn’t chafed and broken. They’d be black and blue soon. God, what was I going to tell my husband? That is, if I ever made it back to him. But I couldn’t let myself think like that.

I was naked, on my knees in the dirt, staring into the campfire. The light flickered and illuminated Danny, who stood in front of me, stroking his cock.

Michael gripped my shoulders suddenly, startling me out of my thoughts. Something hard pressed into my neck. I slid my eyes to the side. Michael held the hunting knife in his right hand, pointed out– away from me, but he’d wanted me to feel it. He glanced down at me and smiled, slowly licking the edge of his teeth with his tongue. I stared at him. His eyes were icy blue, almost too pale, standing out in his freckled face like shards of glass. I didn’t want to be alone with him if I could help it.

I caught movement in my periphery and turned back just as Danny slapped his half-hard dick against my face. I barely flinched.

Michael leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Have fun, you dirty bitch. I’ll see you in a bit.” He released my shoulders with a squeeze and I heard him walking away. I swallowed hard. *Shit*.

Danny dragged the tip of his cock across my lips, smearing them with precum. He was cut, with a big mushroom-shaped head, and tightly trimmed dark pubes that made his dick seem even longer than it was. He was ready to go now; when he let go of his dick, it snapped up, thwacking against his stomach.

He wasn’t as tall as Wes, but still long, and lean. I could see the muscles in his lower abdomen tighten as he made his cock jump in front of my face. He pulled it to one side and released it, making a hollow *thunk* sound on my cheek, one side and then the other. He giggled, his cock jumping again. I stared past his legs, into the fire. 

He twisted his fingers into my hair, forcing my head up. “Look at me.” He smirked as he continued to let his dick slap my face. He was playing with me.

“Suck it like you mean it. I know you know how. Slut.” He grinned at me and pressed himself forward towards my lips.

I hesitated. His hand twisted tighter in my hair and he pulled down hard. I gasped.

“Stop holding out on me,” he was laughing, his tone of voice was casual, playful, even while he twisted his fingers harder into my hair. “Show off. Those lips were made to suck cock.” He slapped against my cheek again. “You can stop pretending you don’t want it. I can see the drool.”

I reached up, instinctively. There was nothing.

He pointed at me with his free hand. “Gotcha, slut!”

God help me, I almost fucking *laughed*. I straightened my face, but not fast enough. Danny dropped his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “If you want to pretend to be mad, fine. I get it. Whatever. But I’ve got your number, ho.” Then he fucking winked at me. Cheeky little *shit*.

I rolled my eyes at him and leaned forward, putting my hands on his thighs. *Why not?* He’d fuck my face no matter what. I might as well do it my way.

I slid my tongue down the length of his shaft, making it slick. My mouth actually *was* watering now, and I was grateful for the drink Wes had given me. 

I took Danny’s swollen head into my mouth, sliding my lips slowly down the length of him, once, twice, getting lower each time. I let my tongue glide down the underside, pausing at the place where his head met the shaft and swirling before sliding his length down my throat. His grip on my hair softened as he leaned into me.

Danny was less girthy than Wes; his cock didn’t totally block my breathing. I was able to get all the way down to the base. I glanced up at him when I had it all, out of habit more than anything, and saw his eyes were closed. He let out a soft groan. I let my throat tighten a bit, like I was going to swallow it. Danny groaned again and muttered something unintelligible. He began to pump himself in and out, fucking my face.

I couldn’t help it; I moaned. His eyes fluttered open. He saw me looking up at him. He grinned as he re-tightened his grip on my hair and thrust himself deeper, burying his cock in my throat. I gagged a bit, the tickly, good kind. He kept thrusting. I shivered; I had chills again.

God, it felt *good*. I slid one of my hands down my body, between my thighs. I was slick. I slid my fingers up and down my slit as Danny used my throat. He was staring down at me now, working his cock in and out, lips parted and half-curled in concentration and pleasure. I kept my eyes on him as I stroked my wet pussy.

An arm wrapped around me from behind, groping my left breast, pulling on my nipple. Twisting it. I whimpered around Danny. Another hand slid up my thigh, covered my hand, forcing my fingers deeper into my cunt.

“Danny.” Michael’s voice, over my shoulder. “Hey, Danny.”

Danny slowed down. He looked annoyed. “What the fuck, Michael? Wait your turn.”

Michael laughed. “I will, I will, but… let’s spitroast this bitch.”

Danny looked down at me, appraising. “Can you suck cock like that when you’re getting fucked?”

He was still buried in my face. I raised my eyebrows at him and he pulled his cock out, trailing spit. “Well?”

I coughed and wiped my mouth. I wanted to get fucked again. Not by Michael, really… but… “I don’t know.” I answered honestly. “I’ve never tried.”

“You fucking liar!!” Danny laughed. “There’s no way a slut like you hasn’t been plugged up.”

I shrugged.

Michael shoved me forward. “Let’s just find out.”

He was inside me before Danny even got to his knees, balls-deep into my soaked pussy in one thrust. I grunted with the force of it. *Fuck*. If he was going to fuck me like that, how was I supposed to– 

Michael slammed into me again. I almost fell on my face in the dirt. He wasn’t as long as the other two, but he was thick– wider in the middle. Was he trying to split me in half?

I got my hands underneath me just in time for Danny to push himself back down my throat. He’d gone a little soft. I tightened my throat and felt him stiffening.

Michael pulled slowly out. “You’re fucking soaked, you desperate little cunt.” I whimpered, muffled as Danny began to use my throat again.

I rocked forward as Michael buried himself in me again,  hard and fast. His fingernails were digging into the soft flesh of my hips. I yelped and Danny gave me a little slap. “Focus, bitch.” He glanced up at Michael. “Do you want her to bite my dick off? Take it down a notch.”

Michael ground himself into me, circling his hips. Fuck. I moaned. He slid out again, slowly, building to a steady, firm rhythm.

Holy *shit*. I whimpered. Danny was pumping down my throat, grunting, controlling me by my hair. Michael was using my pussy, pulling my ass back into him. My cunt squeezed tight around his thick cock, begging for more, harder. I came, shaking and whining, my little noises stuttering around Danny’s cock.

“Ohhhhh fuuuccckkk…” I felt Danny’s cock thicken. His grip on my hair tightened. *Here it comes*. I groaned as he began to throb, and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat. I reached up one hand, without even thinking, to wrap around him, to pull his cum out. I tightened my lips as I swallowed, one spurt after another. It felt like a big one.

Danny’s thrusts slowed, and he pulled himself out of my mouth. “Fucking sucked me *dry*, holy fuck…” He laughed as he gave me a couple light slaps and patted me on the head.

I was still on one arm. Michael, who I’d almost forgotten was inside me, drew back and slammed into me again with so much force I landed flat in the dirt.

I couldn’t breathe. Danny got up, dusting his knees. “Don’t break her, Mike. Jesus.” He laughed as he walked away. I couldn’t see Wes at all. My heart beat even faster. I tried to call out, to tell Danny not to leave, but I couldn’t get any words out.

The weight of Michael’s stout upper body lifted and I felt him moving around, but he kept his cock buried in me.

He leaned down again, hissed in my ear: “Open wide.” I did. What else could I do? He shoved some kind of cloth in my mouth, balling it up. It tasted salty and acrid, like sweat. “Something to bite down on.” I whimpered. *Fuck*. He laughed and wrapped a thick arm around my neck, burying himself even deeper, grinding his cock into me.

I was breathing hard through my nose. “You like that, bitch?” His lips tickled my earlobe. Then he bit down. I cried out, muffled against the cloth, wriggling and trying to squirm away. He chuckled and began fucking into me, hard and brutal, driving me into the dirt. His arm around my neck tightened as he thrust; his breathing was ragged.

I gasped as I came, squeezing him, and he pounded even harder. “You dirty little bitch, that’s right. Cum on my cock. Cum, face down in the dirt. You fucking whore.” His voice was rough, raspy, and he spoke quickly, punctuating his thrusts. “Take my fucking dick, take it. You fucking cunt, take it, take my cock.” I shook as I came again. *Fuck*. That was *intense.* I must be a fucking whore.

His arm tightened harder my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to speak, to tell him, but I couldn’t. My vision swam, little spots of light appearing. Oh shit. I’d never blacked out before.

Michael kept pounding and I came once more, my orgasm ripping out of me and pushing me over the edge into unconsciousness.

He was still slamming into me as I came to, muttering in my ear. “That’s right, whore. Take that fucking cock, you fucking slut, I can do whatever I want to you. Take it. Take it, bitch. Take my cum.” He grunted and I felt him growing thicker, my cunt squeezing him.

I was going to cum again, too. He choked me unconscious, and I was going to cum on his cock. *Fuck*. I shook under him as he groaned. He was slamming me, almost frantic, as he got closer. “Yes, take it, take it, take my cum, take my cock, fuuuck!” He exploded in my pussy, flooding me with his cum.

He laid there for a moment, thrusts slowing, and loosened his grip on my throat. “Fuck.” He laughed. “Goddamn.” He pulled out, and I felt his cum slide down, into the wet little puddle already made by my pussy.

I spit out the cloth, and coughed. There was dirt up my nose, I was pretty sure. Michael lifted himself off me.

“You alive down there?” He chuckled and used a booted foot to nudge my ribs. I whimpered in response, and started to push myself off the ground. He stepped on my back, holding me down. He leaned to whisper in my ear. “You’re lucky they’re here.” He pulled his foot back and walked off, leaves crunching.

Danny called out to him from across the field. “Yo Mike, did you leave her in one piece?” Michael laughed. I closed my eyes. Maybe they were done. I could probably just sleep here; I didn’t want to get up.

Wes’ voice was suddenly close, off to the side. I wondered how long he’d been there. He sounded amused.

“Sup, bitch. Ready for round two?”

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