Memorial Day Reunion Pt2

–Early Saturday morning–

After raping her ass I carried Samantha to the bathroom. She trembled in my arms, her eyes focused on some unseen point far away. First I sat her down on the toilet and let her have her post sex piss. She seemed to be on autopilot, she did little more than sway on the toilet while I started to fill the large jacuzzi tub with water I would have found scalding. Sam always loved baths at a temperature that felt like punishment to me. When it was half full and the steam was rising off the water’s surface I picked her up off the toilet and lowered her in. The water burned my skin but it was good to feel her tension melt from under my hands and watched her eyes come back to the moment.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can untie your hands just yet,” I said, clearing her hair from her face. “I’m going to clean up our mess from earlier then I’ll come check on you okay? You need anything baby?”

“Pillow” she murmured. I rolled up a towel and put it behind her head. “Thank you,” she said.

A Memorial Day Reunion [Mf] [Narrative][BDSM][Long]

This is a story of a long weekend. It twists and turns and starts with a slow burn. If you have triggers or fears, consider turning back here.

–Friday afternoon–

I sat on the beach in my childhood hometown, reading a horror novel, waiting. I made it to the third chapter when a voice I hadn’t heard in nearly a decade chimed above the noise if the waves and the parties gearing up on all sides of me.

“Cee? Oh my God. It’s really you. I saw on Instagram you were back in town. I figured you’d be partying with your boys. It’s Soo good to see you. You look good!” Samantha was, for lack of a better phrase, my high school sweetheart. We were many first for one another from junior year onward. We parted ways when I went away to college and started to taste the variety that is the spice of life.

As she spoke I stood and gave her a hug, she locked her arms around me and squeezed, the garish wedding ring on her finger digging into my ribs.

Treasure in the Rubble [BDSM][NonCon][Mf][Dystopian]

Long intro so to skip to sex look for the *****
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Picker crept his way across front yards, the streets here were clear compared to anything closer to the city center or freeways but getting caught out in the open was as deadly in the suburbs as downtown. If not for the smashed windows and burned-out cars this street looked very much as it did pre-crash.
He was looking through what was left for any food or tools that hadn’t already been looted. The people who lived around here before the world fell apart must not have been very handy as all the garages and sheds just had gardening tools and cleaning supplies, or were packed full of junk. But there had to be something in the area. Two days ago he’d heard an exchange of gunfire. Whatever the conflict was had been resolved decisively. But if people were killing each other in this area they were doing it over something. So Picker worked methodically, house by house finding little worth adding to his backpack and always keeping a hand on his gun.
Picker pried his way into a garage near the end of the street. Jackpot. The place was a mess but whoever had lived here was into cars and big time. There were tools of all sizes and even a hydraulic jack Picker could trade for bullets or even a woman. But he knew exactly what he wanted first. He stepped gingerly through the mess surveying for. At the far back wall, he saw it. A socket set with every size imaginable. As he got near he slipped in spilled oil, knocking the set away spilling the sockets which rolled in every direction. He chased one that rolled against the back wall of the garage and saw it.
There was a door or hatch hidden well amongst the garbage and easy to miss if he hadn’t basically run right into it. He unshouldered his pack and took out the tool kit that gave him his name. The lock was designed to resist forceable opening, and Picker had it open in minutes. The door only moved slightly. Behind it was barred. His heart pounded. No one worked this hard to protect nothing. He extracted another tool and slipped the thin metal shim in the open door working the bar till it fell away with a clang that echoed in the garage. Picker looked around in the garage behind him, half expecting a booby trap or ambush. None came. He pushed through the door and nearly started weeping.
He’d hit pay dirt. Floor to ceiling canned and pickled food. A deep freezer. Space heaters. Clothes for all weather and running water. Someone had been ready for the end of the world. The space was as large as any basement. Picker rebarred the door behind him and proceeded with gun drawn. On the far side, he came to a small living quarter, it looked like for two. No one home. Picker crept through to another room and nearly shot the best prize of all when he heard her voice.
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“Hello?”
He pressed himself into the doorway.
“Uncle Jay?”
Picker popped out with the gun leveled.
“Who are you?” Her voice cracked and she backed away. She was wearing baggy sweats and her skin was pale as though she hadn’t left this place in a long time. She looked like she would’ve been just out of high school if the world hadn’t gone to shit. “Where are my aunt and uncle?” She tried to put shelves between them but Picker followed close staying just out of arms reach.
“Probably it was them that got wasted out there a few days back.”
“No. That can’t be.”
“If your aunty was lucky they got her quick. But don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you now. Real good care” Picker was practically salivating. Her eyes were darting around in a panic that made Picker think of a little animal in a snare.
“Let’s not do anything stupid now. The very last thing I wanna do is have to hurt you.”
As if it was a cue she wrenched one of the metal shelves she was half hiding behind, toppling it and a few hundred pounds of canned goods onto Picker. He was ready and snaked out from underneath, cursing the sound of shattering jars and the lost supplies. He chased her through the basement to a little room that must have been hers. She grabbed a knife but he was too close to her tail for her to bring it around. He slammed into her back, bashing her into the wall. The knife clattered to the floor. He pressed his weight into her pinning her face-first against the wall. He felt how small she was beneath baggy clothes she flailed without effect. She’d been living down here and he’d been scraping to survive up there. Picker wasn’t a large man but all his weight was wiry muscle, he held the girl easily against the wall with one hand. He dropped his pack and grabbed zip ties sticking up from an outside pocket. Then pressed his gun barrel into the base of her skull. She froze.
“I hope you got all that out of your system, I really don’t want to hurt you, but if you’re more trouble than your worth I’ll fuck you up and dump you outside and I promise it’ll be worse for you out there on your own than in here with me.” Her body was shaking with tension but she no longer fought. “Now, give me your hands behind your back. Good girl now put your thumbs together.” She obeyed. Picker took two zip ties and cinched them tight around her thumbs. He stowed the gun in his pack and spun the girl to face him.
She was short and young. Not malnourished but certainly on the skinny side. Her features were delicate and her mouth had a pout to it. Her eyes still had the terror in them that made Picker’s blood hot. He bent and picked up the knife. It was a large hunting blade. “Since we’re gonna be spending some time together, I figure we best get to know each other. What’s your name, sweetie.” He worked his hand under her sweatshirt pressed the flat of the blade to her stomach. Her skin was warm and silky.
“Lydia.”
“Pretty. Since your aunt and uncle are gone I’m gonna be your daddy now.”
“Fuck you.” Lydia spat.
“Normally I like a woman with some meat on her bones but an attitude like that goes a long way. Let’s get a better look at you.” In a sharp upward swing, Picker split the sweatshirt up the middle. He poked the knife down her pants and tore away. Lydia yelped and the pants fell away. Her skin goose bumped in the cold air. Picker held her at arm’s length and surveyed her. Lydia stared up to the ceiling, fighting tears.
She was cleaner than any woman hell any person he’d seen since the crash. Her limbs were slender and soft and between her legs was a patch of fair, downy hair. Picker spun her to face the wall again worked the knife inside of what was left of the sweatshirt leaving her pale body fully exposed. Her hips were narrow but her ass was a perky bubble. Picker groped at it. Lydia pulled away but he held her firm. “You’re probably one of the last fine little girls on earth not being pimped out or kept in a cage. And I get you all to myself.” Picker pushed her face-first onto her mattress on the floor. He knelt between her legs and used the hooked point on the reverse side of the knife to coax Lydia’s hips up so that she was up on her knees with her ass up and her face still down.
Picker put the knife behind him and used his hands to spread her ass apart, sinking his fingers into the soft skin hard enough to bruise. Her pussy was little more than a slit hidden by blonde hair. He plunged his face into her. He used his thumbs to spread her and slurped and lapped at her hole. He would never have dared eat out one of the foul hookers at the traders in the city center. But this was fresh. Lydia was tart and sweet and her body was responsive to his dexterous tongue. She moaned what sounded like “stop” into her mattress but nothing stop him now. He worked his tongue inside her, Lydia’s narrow walls clenched and pulsed like she was trying to force him out. He withdrew his mouth from her pussy and switched to her asshole. He kissed and sucked on her anus before diving his tongue in. Her hips fell to the bed and she began twisting away from him but he didn’t care. He had her legs pinned and his face was glued between her pert asscheeks savoring her tightness, the flavors foul and sweet and her helpless struggle. He kissed and bit her ass cheeks and licked up and down the skin of her back coating her in slobber.
Despite the cold, he was sweating. He reared up and pulled off both layers in one go. Lydia’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths and her hair was tangled around her face. Picker took up the knife again and stroked Lydia’s hair from her eyes. “Look at me and be honest,” He said, holding up the knife, “you would’ve really used this on me?”
“Yes.” She answered through gritted teeth.
“Then this will be a good lesson for you. Anything you even think about doing will get used on you.” He turned the knife around and started working the leather-wrapped handle into Lydia’s vagina. She thrashed but he knelt on her back. She pulled at her zip ties hard enough her thumbs turned white then blue. She started to scream and he paused. “Listen to me, you wanna scream do it into the bed. Trust me when I say this little punishment is nothing compared to what happens to women alone out there. If someone hears you they might kill me but they’ll keep you till you break.”
The hilt of the knife met some resistance inside her. He pushed and swirled it, watching the muscles on Lydia’s back strain and twist. “Oh, shit don’t tell me. You’re a virgin.” He worked the handle out much more gently than he’d inserted it. It was coated in blood. “You should’ve told me it was a special occasion. I would’ve been more romantic.” He dropped his pants and flipped her over. Lydia found her eyes drawn to his cock. It was bigger than the knife handle. Much bigger and surrounded by wiry black hair. It bounced with his pounding pulse. She tried screwing her legs shut but he was faster. He was situated between her legs his face just over hers. “Now I’ma be good to you this time little girl, but don’t forget daddy will teach you harder lessons than today if you’re bad again.”
He felt her stretching to meet the girth of his head. Lydia cried out and Picker slapped a rough hand over her mouth and pressed down hard. He worked his way in inch by inch gently pulsating his hips as he found his way deeper. Lydia believed at every stage there was no way he could go further. She was always wrong. He assaulted her slowly, savoring the feeling of her fresh body. After a while, her body went limp. Lydia gave in totally and prayed for him to be done. When he bottomed out in her she squealed. He knocked against her cervix and she bit into the sheets and made her hands into fists. His rhythm was increasing, he was losing the control to be merciful as his strokes turned to thrusts. Her body became responsive again twisting away from his vigor. His conscious mind battered through as he was about to cum. He had the presence of mind to pull out and blow his load over her little ass. “No sense in knocking you up.”
He went to his backpack and took a length of rope which he used to secure her to the mattress. “You really took it out of me girl. I need something to eat. And we should clean up that mess you made. I’m glad I found this place in time to hunker down for winter.”

Alice in Chains pt 6 The Party. [Gangbang][Bondage]

Today was the first day in recent memory that hadn’t started with Alice pissed on and forced to suck cock for her breakfast. Instead, her captors served her breakfast at the small RV table. Complete with fruit and orange juice. Luxuries she hadn’t tasted since being brought here. She was totally unbound her wrists red and flaky where the ropes had been tied and retied and swapped for cuffs and shackles on occasion. Any amount of freedom was an illusion. The hawk-faced man and his giant friend watched her intently. The hawk-faced man was stoic as ever but the giant had a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. Alice did her best to keep her eyes down. The attention they directed at her made her hands shake and the fork clatter against her bowl.
“Today is a big day for you honey.” The hawk face man said.
“We can finally show you off to our friends, and they are gonna love you” The giant finished.
After breakfast they had Alice clean the whole RV when she finished they proffered shampoo soap and a kit of makeup and beauty products complete with a hairbrush and blow-drier.
They didn’t trust her with a razor though. They held her down and the giant shaved around her pussy and ass, his delicacy always shocked Alice. When they were satisfied with the job the hawk-faced man pushed her into the bathroom that had served as her cell
“Make yourself nice and pretty, we want to make a good impression for our friends now.” They’d left her with some reference pictures that were either porn stars or high school girls’ prom pictures.
Alice showered until the hot water was gone. Scrubbing herself raw and sobbing. The makeup had obviously been bought by men. It was incomplete and cheap at best. Alice had never been one for much makeup before. She felt like a clown by the time she was done.
A bang on the door made her jump. “We don’t have all day damnit, get your ass out here.” Her respite was over.
They handed her the outfit they’d picked. The giant looked positively gleeful. It was Lace pink and black lingerie that made her tits bulge up and together and a thong that was a string that sat uncomfortably between her pussy lips. They were the first clothes she’d worn since hers had been cut off in their van.
“When our guests get here you be a good girl and serve them drinks and whatever they want. Take as good a care of them as they do of you.”
The two men had violated Alice in ways she hadn’t imagined in her life before, but there were just the two of them. They only had so much stamina and patience. Alice thought being gang-raped might kill her.
She was disassociated when the hawk face man clapped in front of her face. “they’re here get it together”
Alice was ready for a lot of things but the first person coming through the door of the RV being a woman wasn’t one of them. Alice nearly screamed for help, for the woman to run and get the police. She was followed by three men who obviously had her in the same sort of situation as Alice. The men greeted each other warmly and familiarly. “Damn boys she really does have a pair of tits on her.” One of them said pawing at Alice he squeezed hard enough to make her yelp.
“You sure you got her all the way broken in?”
“Her blowjobs could sure use some work, otherwise. She’s a good girl who does everything she’s told. Besides we did a good job on the last one didn’t we?” The hawk face man said, indicating the woman the other three men had brought.
She must have been a little older than Alice. Maybe her early 30s. She’d been dolled up a little more professionally than Alice and around her neck was a choker that looked metallic. She was brunette and white and when she took off her coat she revealed a body that looked like an old school pinup. Her eyes were somewhere far away, she didn’t look at Alice or anyone, just stared off into some unseen distance.
“Did you miss us, Monica? We’ve heard you’ve been a busy girl since you left us” The giant said, holding her face up toward his, her eyes wouldn’t stay on him though. “Lord knows we missed you. This one hardly has an ass at all.” He slapped Alice’s ass hard.
“You just gotta feed ’em right. Make sure they get the right sort of exercise.” One of her owners said, making lewd gestures.
The RV door snapped open and the last two guests arrived. A young man leading a dark-skinned Asian girl on a leash who couldn’t have been older than 20. She had a ball gag in and her face was streaked with running mascara. “Look who it is. You know I love em fucking slender my god.” The hawk-face man took one look at the Asian girl and his eyes took on a look Alice knew too well. Alice felt sorry for her. The girl’s wrists were secure behind her back and her ankles were on a short chain. She surveyed the RV and a deeper panic set into her expression. Her nostrils flared and she pulled at the leash and was making every effort to move toward the exit. The young man who had her leash held her firm and brought her around to face the group.”Gentlemen.” The young man said pushing the Asian girl to her knees “She’s still fresh as a peach. Now is it true about Monica?”
“Oh yeah, and we’ve saved up for the party so she should be able to feed the lot of you” one of the men who brought her said.
“Well, I’m starving.” The giant said. He grabbed Monica by her hair at the base of her scalp and dragged her back to the RVs bed. The young man who’d brought the Asian girl handed her leash to the hawk-faced man. “My kind of party.” He said and followed. The giant. They pinned Monica on her back and spread her legs securing them to the straps that held Alice most nights. The giant held Monica’s hair and wrenched her head back so her chest thrust up at them Each of the men took a nipple in their mouth and started sucking. Warm milk flowed into their greedy mouths. The young man positioned himself between her legs and pulled out his cock. He fucked her slow while the two men drank from her tits.
Alice wanted to vomit when she realized what was happening. What it all meant. Disgust was quickly replaced by dread. The men who’d brought Monica surrounded her now. “You’re a pretty pale one. And I love freckles” he brushed his hand across Alice’s cheek. “My name is Marlon. This is Jack and Davis.”
“Don’t be rude girl introduce yourself.” The hawk-faced man said. He had pulled the Asian girl into his lap in one of the captain’s chairs at the head of the RV. He was fingering and molesting her while she screamed into her gag and squirmed. Her eyes were wide with terror and locked on Alice. Alice had no way to say how sorry she was. The Asian girl did everything in her limited capacity to push off of the hawk-faced man. He enjoyed the little wrestling pulling her naked body hard against him whenever she got some distance, kneading her small perky tits, and hooking his fingers into her pussy.
Marlon grabbed Alice chin and pulled her to look at him. “Alice. My name is Alice.”
“Very pretty. Our friends here say you’re not much of a cocksucker. But why not let us be the judges of that.” All three men had pressed in close and were touching her, she was guided to her knees where three semi-hard cocks awaited her. Alice’s captors had been demanding and forceful for what they wanted. In contrast, the three men around her were waiting to be served. Alice hated her hideous view and was afraid. She moved her head to the first cock and took the tip into her mouth. It didn’t taste good. She tried to remember what the other men liked but could hardly focus. The sounds of the Asian girl’s desperate struggle and the two men milking and raping Monica were too much.
The giant and the young man had traded places, their mouths glued to her breasts. “Shits fucking delicious” The giant called back, his thrusts made Monica moan in pain. The Asian girl’s screams had taken on a different tenor. The hawk-faced man had impaled her on his cock and was bouncing her in his lap.
Alice bobbed and sucked. Feeling the man grow in her mouth. Her hands were guided to the other two dicks and she was told to stroke while she sucked. “Give my friends a taste too.” Alice was passed down the line. Tasting each of their distinct precums. None of them fucked or forced. They made her do all the work.
“She’s not as bad as all that” Marlon said
“She’s not great,” Davis said while she strokes him
“Luckily she’s good for a lot more than her mouth.”
They picked her up and took off her bra.
“Jesus they are great tits. I wanna fuck em.” Jack said.
They took Alice to the little table where she’d had her breakfast and laid her on it on her back with her head hanging off. Jack climbed on top. kneeling over her. Alice’s chest was slick with her drool. Jack spit on her nonetheless and pressed his cock between her breasts. He squeezed them together and kneaded while he thrust.
Alice was shocked to feel a mouth on her pussy. With the giant and the hawk-faced man her pleasure wasn’t even an afterthought. They used her like a fuckdoll. Now a tongue was exploring her lips and swirling around her clit. Her hips twisted and her thighs clenched around him involuntarily. The last man pushed himself into her mouth now he was fucking her face trying to get his cock into her throat which wouldn’t take it.
“You’re making her thrash too much.” Jack chided
“She won’t throat my cock.”
“Move your tongue, slut.”
The man eating her pussy had a vice grip on her hip his fingers worked in and out of her while his tongue coaxed her to orgasm.
“Fuck talk about thrashing. She nearly bit my fucking cock off.”
“You liked that didn’t you?” Marlon said rising from between her legs and replacing his fingers with his cock. Alice went catatonic while he raped her. She felt betrayed by her own body. She hardly noticed when Jack increased his rhythm and came on her chest.
The hawk-faced man had the Asian girl on her knees with her face on the ground. He was working his way into her ass. She had gone from struggling with all her might to stone still. She bit hard into the gag and tried to relax as he violated her asshole.
Monica was straddling the giant now and being dp’d by the young man. The giant hadn’t given up on sucking her tits. Both nipples had dark hickeys and bruises from their efforts.
The three men positioned Alice to make use of all of her holes at once. Marlon fucked her ass from below while Davis thrust into her pussy and played with her tits. Jack’s half limp dick was thrust into her mouth and Alice was tasked with getting him hard again. She would have begged for them to stop or struggled like the Asian girl if she thought it would do any good.
“She’s a great fucking slave, sucking notwithstanding,” Jack said stroking her neck. She felt her asshole fill with hot cum and Marlon whispered in her ear. “You’d be lucky if we bought you as our whore and turned you into a milk cow like Monica over there. It’s better than the little Philippina’s fate.”
The hawk-faced man was drilling the girl. She was laying flat tears streaming into the rug, jolted by each of his violent strokes.
Alice had taken 10 loads from four of the six men by the time the party wound down for the night. She was allowed to sleep on the couch bed between the passed-out men who’d spent the night using her.
The gathering was set to last all weekend…
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Hope you enjoyed.
If you’d like to know the story of Monica(prequel) or the Filipina girl (one off) let me know in the comments. more coming soon.

She was raised a Christian girl. [MF]

Lacey knew it was wrong. She told her parents she’d joined a art club so she could keep up the ruse. She’d started dating Joe six months ago, after giving up on “nice Christian boys” who turned out to be horny pigs under the bullshit facade. Joe swore and smoked and called himself and atheist. Lacey’s parents didn’t approve of him or want him around their house. But he was sweet and intense and patient in a way her previous boyfriends hadn’t been. There was something in the way his eyes stayed on her that made her melt.

Joe lived across the street from school. Dangerously close and totally unsupervised. They’d sneak away during lunch and spend as much time after classes as Lacey could get away with. In the first few weeks it was just talking and kissing, his hands would explore her without violating, they would stay on the couch. After a month or so he finally pulled her hand to lead him up to her room. Her heart pounded and she felt lightheaded when he pulled her down onto his bed. Usually this was where they wanted more than Lacey was willing to give.

My master went from sharing me with his friends to renting me out.

After a few more gangbangs with his friends master decided I was ready for something a little more intense. He started taking me with him to bdsm parties. He told me that while we were there I was to be his perfect little pet. No brattyness or bad behavior would be tolerated.

I would know when we were going because he would lay out an outfit for me. Usually a little pink dress that was a half size too small for my tits and ass, heels and of course my collar and a leash. He usually took care of putting a plug in my ass himself for reasons that will be apparent soon.

When master drove us I’d spend the car ride with my face in his lap, deepthroating his cock until we got there. It was tempting to give him sloppy head but I was supposed to stay tidy at least until we got there.

My master went from sharing me with his friends to renting me out. (Part 2)(long)

[Part 1](reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p0pneg/my_master_went_from_sharing_me_with_his_friends/)

This time there were to be no surprises. No coy teases. All of masters friends coming over today knew what they were getting a piece of. I knew how many men I was expected to serve, and for how long. Until they grew tired of me or the sun came up. Master had been getting my mind and body ready for the gang-bang since we agreed it would happen. He used my asshole more regularly and with intention getting it ready for the punishment it would likely endure from his friends. He would tie me in stress positions for hours, sensorily deprive me and use me irregularly while I lost all sense of time and space. Master told me he would only share me if I was the perfect sex toy and that he would be embarrassed if I was anything less than that.

Then one day he was loosening my restraints after I’d spent an afternoon tied, spread eagle on the coffee table, and said that the boys would be coming over this Sunday. And that I was to be the main source of entertainment. That he thought I was ready made me proud. That it would be so soon made my heart flutter.

My master went from sharing me with his friends to renting me out.

It started out innocently enough. He knew I had a gangbang fetish but was afraid to jump in too quickly. He also had friends he’d shown me off to. Making me wait on them in skimpy outfits while they watched sports or had boys days.

I’d serve them in just an apron and panties. Making sure they got plenty of views of my full ass and toned back. My master makes sure I stay in shape by having me be his pet at the gym too, always picking out outfits that will draw attention.

I can tell they enjoy it. My master likes the power dynamic too I think. Control over me and dangling something they want right over their noses. It turns me on to know they probably think about me jerking off when they get home at night and that my master gets to have fun playing with his friends too.
One day he decided to reward some of them. I don’t really know what spurred it on in him. One day he texted me and told me to be clean and done up by the time he home, complete with the specific thong I should wear. He said he had a surprise coming this afternoon.

Navy part 5, A Tender Moment [Gangbang][BDSM][NonCon][MMMMMMff][OC][Oral][anal][impact]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nsc06n/in_the_navy_mfbdsmfantasycoercionanalmulti_part/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ob3k6j/in_the_navy_pt2_demoted_to_ships_whore/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/oh690i/in_the_navy_part_3_the_officers_lounge/)

The officers had her watch while they gangbanged Cristina through the night. Cook was seated on the couch, sandwiched between two men. She was in charge of keeping them hard while they waited for their preferred hole to open up. If Cook looked away one of them would slap her, or grab her nipple and twist it until she yelped. Her left nipple purple green from bruising, and her jaw was sore and felt swollen. Whether it was from being slapped around or having so many cocks rammed down her throat she wasn’t sure.

Cristina was certainly having the worst of it. Two hours after losing the cocksucking race she’d been cum in and on 11 times. Each of the officers stamina just kept increasing. Cristina started to slip in and out of Cook consciousness. “Fucking slut, your job is to suck. Are you dozing off on duty?” the chief engineer said, he had a handful of her hair and shook her head violently as he spoke. Cristina’s eyes leapt open at the tirade which was punctuated by him setting his cock tips on her lips and commanding her to do the work. Behind her the officers alternating between her ass and pussy were unperturbed, they were happy to thrust into her, conscious or not.

Alice In Chains, Part 4 The Way It Is. [OC][NonCon][sex slave][oral][degredation][BDSM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nnsz11/closing_shift_mmfnoncon_fantasybdsmpart1/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o1g41f/alice_in_chains_part_2/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/on4tsk/alice_in_chains_pt3_mfbdsmnonconoc/)

“Let’s go, sugar tits” Alice’s captor said, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her towards the RV. She was still dripping water from the hosing down he gave her. Despite this Alice was thankful that for the first time in 12 hours she wasn’t full of and covered in the sweat and cum of her rapists.

She didn’t expect it to last.

He threw open the door to the RV. AC chilled air made the water on her skin and hair go icy. He walked her up and threw her down on a couch on one side of the RV. He squeezed one of her tits and slapped the other. “I’m gonna get cleaned up. Maybe grab some sleep. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Home sweet home” the taller of her captives said. He was sitting at a fold out table opposite the couch, eating breakfast. The smell of hot food made pit in Alice’s stomach burn.