*Part 1 in post history*
Katie’s back arched as the thing grew and swell inside her ass. She felt violated in the most intense and pleasurable ways, mentally, emotionally and physically. What really drove her wild was the way this thing somehow knew her so intimately. The way it was somehow able to read and understand her. Knowing how shamefully enjoyable anal had become for her. The fantasies it brought to life in her manic fever dream were drawn from her own fantasies, enhanced and crafted in such rich detail she felt like she was actually living them.
It wasn’t fucking her in the sense she was used to. Violating her, certainly, as the appendage penetrated and swelled inside her. Strangely it didn’t thrust or really move beyond growing, it just provided such an intense feeling and pleasure. It was like an out of body experience, she was both fully immersed in the fantasy world it was conjuring and fully aware that nothing was real and that she was fully bound and violated in this thing’s grasp. But it was real or so it seemed. In this particular moment she felt like she was actually back at campus, late on Friday night at one of the frat houses that lined the block. She could feel the cool air, could feel herself wearing a short mini skirt and crop top that left her exposed to the cold. She shivered and felt goosebumps. She could hear the music blasting as she came into the door, feel the presence and warmth of all the bodies crowded into the space. She could taste the stale beer offered to her, the familiar burn of the vodka shots.
She was led down a set of stairs to a dim basement. Her nose wrinkled at the musk of young men living together. The sweat and staleness permeating the air. She could feel their hands on her, some cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, hands under skirt. She could feel them pulling her clothes off, another shiver as if the cool air was kissing her bare skin. She was bent over a pool table and she could feel the stiff, dusty felt. She could practically taste the dirt and smell years of spilt, stale beer. She could feel the first pair of hands on her waist, the first cock against her lips as he began to enjoy her. She could hear them cheering and cat calling. She knew this fantasy well, one that she explored often late at night with nimble fingers but had never dared act out or even consider. She could feel his sweat and skin against hers, hearing his grunts and her own moans. The warmth as he finished inside her before pulling away.
The next set of hands digging into her, thrusting into her. She could feel her hair being pulled, could see all the bodies around her. It was so real. The fantasy continued to play out, immersing her in an experience she had always imagined but never had the courage to pursue. The thing had begun violating her vaginally, growing and swelling as it stretched her. The strange thing was that despite being fully double penetrated, she could only feel what she was experiencing in the fantasy. It continued to play out, so vivid she felt like she could actually reach out and touch one of the guys crowded around the table. She could taste the cheap vodka they kept putting to her lips, she felt like she was actually drunk. What was especially intense was that she was acutely aware of just how many had enjoyed her, like a voice whispering in her ear keeping tally. It was both shameful and incredibly arousing to know how many had fucked her in this state. As the creature brought her repeatedly to the peaks of climax, she would experience the same in her fantasy. She could hear the cheers get louder each time she reached orgasm, hear the degrading things they would say as she enjoyed them.
She woke again, this time curled up on the soft pine needles at the bank of the pond. Her mind raced, she could feel her heart pounding. The duality of the experiences drove her crazy. She knew it was only a fantasy, a dream or hallucination but she had a flood of vivid memories and felt like she had really just been gangbanged in the frat house by 40 brothers. She could still feel their touch, the sensation of being taken by 2 at a time. It wasn’t just an imaginative fantasy, she had very real memories and emotions, like knowing how a ripe peach tastes when it’s full of juice. She shook her head, trying to remind herself it hadn’t happened. She slipped her shorts on, she gingerly touched her breasts and could feel how tender they were, not daring to brush her nipples. She picked up her shirt and continued topless back to her house, grabbing the camera on the way.
The one problem today was that her parents should be home. She gritted her teeth and put her shirt on, the baggiest one she owned. The soft cotton brushed her nipples and she found herself frozen on the path, staring at her house, as the orgasm flooded her. She bit her lip, taking a deep breath and continued towards her back door. She walked in the door, the smell of her mom’s home cooked meal greeting her. “Katie you can’t spend your entire break hiking. You need to get a job if you’re going to spend the summer here, we told you that! We want you to save some money for next semester.” Her mother chided; Katie simply nodded too afraid to open her mouth lest another moan escaped her lips. “Dinner in 20, OK?” she just nodded and bolted up to her room. Closing the door and practically ripping her shirt off for relief. She dove onto the bed and buried her head in a pillow to muffle her sounds.
She managed to get through dinner, trying to say little and just get through it. She had no idea what to do. She had a gut feeling her headaches would be back in the next few days. She knew she’d have her door locked and would sleep naked again to avoid any stimulation. She knew without a doubt she would go back to her pond. She excused herself from dinner and went back to hear room, picking a movie on her laptop as she tried to process the last few days. She waited until she knew her parents were fast asleep and grabbed the video camera. She brought up the video on her laptop, muted the sound and hit play. Her first thought was that she wished she had zoomed in more but that would have been a gamble. She watched as she was grasped and lifted out of the water. She bit her lip watching as the thing bound her, seeing her legs spread wide in the splits. The thing bent her just right, arching her back and almost posing her in such an obscene way. Katie couldn’t help but put her hands between her legs, jumping slightly as just how intensely mere touch felt. She watched, fascinated at what she could see from the distant angle. Even from that far back she could tell just how thick the thing had grown inside her, yet she didn’t feel stretched or gaped. She saved the video and closed her laptop.
Katie felt an ache, a desire, she wasn’t used to. She had never been promiscuous. Her experiences came from a few boyfriends and only recently a few hookups, never putting out the first month. Any sense of morality was cast aside as she felt a very primal lust welling up inside her. She got up and went to her closet, finding a little black club dress and quickly changing, knees buckling as the thin fabric brushed against her. She looked in the mirror, her nipples obviously erect and hard under the dress. She smiled, the most wicked thoughts going through her head. She tiptoed downstairs, careful not to wake mom and dad. She got in her car and started to drive. She had no idea where she was going, aimlessly following the road. She had only a vague idea of where she was when she found what she was looking for.
It was just after midnight when she pulled into the gas station, parking next to the three Harley’s. The men on them were large, rough looking and dirty with dust and grease. They had on leather vests, their patches noting which club they rode with. She climbed out, her mind screaming at her but her body aching. She was beginning to tolerate the intense pleasure that ripped through her, the seat of her car was soaked from the drive. She stood in front of them and without hesitation spoke up. She had no idea what was compelling her, “I need to be fucked…” was all she said. The men looked up, eying the suburban co-ed that had wandered far from home. They could practically smell her sex, the desperation plain on her face. Her nipples hard. They simply nodded, “Follow us” one grunted. The motorcycles roared to life with sharp kicks and she skipped back to her car and followed them down the road. They pulled into an old mechanic’s garage. She got out and followed them inside to the bay. “Tie me up and have your way…” she said, already pulling her dress off and kicking it aside. The men exchanged glances as they eyed Katie, completely naked in front of them. “Fuck girl, you high or some shit? Or just a nymph?” they laughed.
There was an industrial winch and hoist anchored to the ceiling. They turned it on and lowered it’s hook. They took some old, coarse rope reeking of kerosene and bound her wrists. She was already moaning as the coarse fibers rubbed her skin raw. The attached her to the hook and raised the winch until she was on tiptoes, barely touching the cold concrete. “Remember, you asked for this…” one grunted as his calloused hands began to explore her smooth, sun kissed skin. Her body quivered when he roughly cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. The way she moaned and bucked drove them wild and any doubts they had were erased. The man behind her unzipped, stroking his cock. He spat in his hand and rubbed her puckered asshole. The second man followed, standing in front of her. He rubbed her mound, sending her over the edge again. They laughed, “Only a whore loves it this much…” she blushed red. She could feel their cocks against her, determined to take her in tandem. They eased into her, holding her legs up to give them the right angles. She was delirious with the pleasure, the heightened sense of arousal from the effects of that thing. They were above average but paled compared to the thing. Unlike the thing, she could feel the pain of their lust as she was stretched and used hard. The men eager to take advantage of the lily-white co-ed that had dangled herself before them. She had no idea where the third was at the moment – though that question was soon answered by the distinctive roar of several more motorcycles. Third had apparently called some friends. The room was a chorus of skin on skin, her moans filling the space as the men grunted. Her body beaded with sweat, glistening as they continued to use her. The one sodomizing her stopped first, one last thrust as he filled her with his seed. The other wasn’t far behind, holding her tight as he filled her womb.
The night was a blur, filled with the sounds of Katie’s depravity as she found herself surrounded by large men. The air smelled of musk and sweat. Unlike her earlier encounter, Katie was so consumed in the moment she had no idea just how many were in the room with her. How many were enjoying her. It drove her wild, surprised to hear the cries, “harder…more…please….” coming from her own lips. She had no idea who she was in this moment only that she needed this in the worst way. She had no idea how many or how long. It was a wild ride as the men lined up, freely taking their turns from both sides. She was a girl that had only had 3 steady boyfriends and a handful of college hookups who now found herself giving herself so freely. Katie found herself being used repeatedly, no breaks, as they got the most out of their new toy. There was never a moment she didn’t have two men inside her. The men loved how easily she climaxed, her body convulsing between them. They had no idea what was driving her so crazy. Only that they enjoyed her. Coupled with the overwhelming pleasure, her body was racked with pain. She had no idea why it was so enjoyable or what was happening, only realizing why the men were so rough when she heard herself begging them to give it to her that way.
Finally, she felt the rope go slack as her feet came to the ground. The rope was cut loose and the men trickled out. One of the last one out smacked her ass hard, “Anytime you want to come back and play, sweetheart…usually the girl isn’t so willing to take the whole crew.” he laughed and pressed a slip of paper into her hand leaving her to contemplate what she had just done. She found her dress, filthy with trails of cum. They had obviously used it to clean off. She walked out to her car and collapsed in the seat. She was absolutely exhausted. A realization suddenly hit her – her breasts felt less tender, her nipples were softer. The walk to the car hadn’t caused any reaction despite the fabric rubbing against her. The effects seemed to wear off quicker this time.
The clock on the dash read 04:00. Her parents were usually up by 6. She could make it back home just in time. She already knew she’d be headed back to the pond for a relaxing soak in the cool water.
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New kink unlocked! <3 This was such a nice read. Can’t wait for Part 3 :)