28 comments/ 405552 views/ 291 favorites Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles By: Gethsemane Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles, Part I I don't really know where to start. It feels strange going back to the beginning after everything that's happened since. I'm such a different person now than I was back then. I mean gawd I was such a goody-goody! I remember really thinking that Steven loved me. I mean he told me so! He was my first real boyfriend; I was 18 years old, a senior in high school, but I was ready to believe anything. He looked deep into my eyes and told me that he would never leave me. I sighed wistfully and thought I was in Heaven. Little did I know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged me or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, I wanted to see how far he would go for me first. And lo and behold, the spineless prick didn't even try to fuck me once I put on the slightest hard-to-get act. To be honest, I'm not sure if I would have let him or not. He wouldn't have been my first. I'd let one of the neighboring boys up at the cottage the previous summer use and abuse me for a few weeks. But I was still a real prick-tease when I was with Steven. Now that I think of it, though, I probably would have at least given him a hand-job if he had only asked for it. My name is Katie Moore. I'm 5'8", 120 lbs., and although I'm already 18 years old I know for a fact that I look quite young for my age. I also know that I've certainly turned some heads in my time. I'm a petite little hottie, I've been told. I'm really not trying to be immodest here, but the story just wouldn't work if you didn't know certain things about me, and the first of them is that most men would do me without a second thought. I guess they like my face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. And my friend Sarah says that I have what she calls "blowjob lips"—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick I often wore. In high school you would have thought of me as the "all-American girl". No one—and I mean no one—would have thought that I would become the school slut by grade twelve. I used to wear long—and I mean long—skirts. Big, baggy blouses and sometimes—when I was feeling particularly studious—thick horned-rimmed glasses. I was pretty back then, don't get me wrong. This isn't some "She's So Fine" ugly-duckling-becomes-a-swan story. No, I was hot even with all that extra clothing on. But things certainly got a bit more interesting when I decided to show myself off a bit. The week after Steve broke up with me I was miserable. I had never been dumped before. It happened on a Monday morning and all through the week I just felt depressed. By Friday the depression had begun to fade and I was just feeling angry. Who the hell did he think he was? I could have given the snotty little bastard so much, but because I wouldn't shove his dick in my mouth the moment he asked for it, he decided I was no good? Fuck him! I decided that I would make a real effort to show him exactly what he had given up. The Friday after he had broken up with me I stayed late at school, working in the library on a paper. Outside I could hear the football team doing squats, but inside the school was almost completely deserted. By 5:00, when the library finally kicked me out, the halls were dark and the field outside was quiet. I went to my locker, on the second floor, across from the boys' locker room. I could still hear the shower running and one or two voices coming from within, so I knew that I was not the last one in the school. I opened my locker and slowly began putting my books away. My mind was still racing and I was still fuming at the way I had been treated earlier in the week. I was thinking about the way in which I would really show Stephen how big a mistake he had made, when fate provided me with a perfect chance. All of the sudden I heard a high-pitched laugh from within the locker room. The door slammed open and I heard a loud "thwack!" split the air. Clutching a loose towel up against his groin area, Ben Farber crashed into the hallway, the tip of another wet, rolled-up towel cracking like a whip behind him. Ben was a nice guy. He had been my lab partner in Chemistry class the previous semester. He was on the football team, but was not a mindless athlete—he was pretty smart, actually, and although he was somewhat popular he didn't let it get to his head. He saw me the moment he fumbled into the hallway, gave a cute little shriek, and promptly dropped his towel. Well! I was startled about the incredible situation I had just been placed in. Here I was, newly single, and one of the hottest guys in the school stood before me, naked as the day he was born. I gulped softly before my eyes travelled from his, down the length of his torso before they came to rest on the long, thick mass that dangled between his legs. In one moment I recovered. "Jesus, Ben," I whispered softly. "You're hung like a rhinoceros." I had meant it to sound like a joke, but it only sounded how I really felt—in total awe. Ben stared back in shock for a few seconds before his face erupted into an enormous grin. "Yo, Todd!" he called over his shoulder. "Come out here and lookie what I got us!" His words sent a shiver through my spine; there was something proprietary, something dangerous about them. I didn't know Todd, the taller, leaner boy who appeared behind Ben with the twisted-up towel swung over his shoulder and not a stitch anywhere else on his body. But he looked familiar; I was sure I had seen him around somewhere; his short buzz cut was unmistakable and was a sharp contrast to Ben's blonde, wavy locks. But his cock! Oh my God his cock! I couldn't stop staring, and Ben caught on pretty fast. "Whatcha doing here so late, Katie?" he asked, establishing eye contact with me. He started to walk forward. "A girl could get into a lot of trouble alone here." I decided to play along. "Oh I know," I said, feigning innocence. "I haven't been the smartest tonight. Why, do you think there might be some sort of trouble?" Ben shrugged, and walked around behind me. "I don't know," he said, leaning close in. I could smell his sweaty musk—he had probably not had a chance to get in the shower yet. As his breath landed softly on my neck I continue to stare ahead at Todd. His soft, thick prick twitched a bit as he realized I was not going to switch my gaze. A few seconds passed, and I realized that Ben was waiting for permission—that as hot as I obviously was, he was not going to lay a hand on me without me telling him to. It was weird, but for some reason that turned me off. I didn't want to give permission. I wanted him—them, I mean—to do whatever they wanted with me. And I didn't want to have to give permission. Todd got the idea, thank God. "For fuck's sake, Farber, let's ream the little slut. Get her on her knees." And that's what did it. From then on I was a changed woman. I'd never been privy to such filthy language before. I don't know what it was. But as soon as l heard the word "slut" I went weak in the knees. And it wasn't just the word itself. It was the way he spat it out. The way he talked to Ben as if I wasn't even there. As if I were just a common piece of street trash, a piece of meat who didn't deserve his full attention. I fucking loved it. I think Ben saw me stiffen as a dozen different juices flowed into my pussy, because his entire attitude changed. Good. This was the permission he had been seeking. "I suppose we could use the little whore for a while," he said roughly. He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, leaning in so he could whisper right into my ear. "You gonna be our little cumguzzler for a while, bitch?" This time I moaned as my knees buckled again—heavily this time. "Uh huh," I just barely managed. "Good," said Todd, walking forward. His prick vas slowly beginning to rise—the vile treatment of me was getting to him too. "Let's get her into a classroom." The nearest classroom was the Double English room, but it was locked. Before I knew it, though, Ben reached around my waist and picked me up. I screeched—more of a high- pitched giggle actually—and I could see that Todd had an almost sick grin on his face. The door to Mr. Taylor's Biology room was luckily ajar, so Ben kicked it open, threw me over his shoulder, and marched in with a real feeling of purpose. He walked to the front of the classroom and dumped me on the ground. He reached down, grabbed me by my ponytail, and roughly yanked me up so that my face was level with his stiffening cock. "Suck," he ordered gruffly. I couldn't believe how horny I was getting. I looked up and established eye contact with my tormenter, batting my big blue eyes. I wanted him to see my expression once he began to violate my mouth with his prick. l reached up and delicately wrapped my fingers around it. Then, ignoring one more shiver, I spat a gob of saliva onto the now-purple head and began stroking softly, rhythmatically. "Uh-uh," came Todd's voice from me. He yanked my hair back again and forced my mouth open with his fingers. "No. None of that." I could feel his fingers around the back of my blouse. "You're gonna tell us what you want us to do with you. I want to fucking hear it." I knew what he was asking me to do, and I couldn't believe what I was about to say. I gulped three or four times before leaning back so that I could look at both of them. "I want you to rape me like a cheap filthy street whore," I moaned softy. "Just use me as your little fuckslut." "Yeah, that's it!" Bill leered nastily, giving Todd a high-five. He grabbed me roughly by my hair and shoved his rock-hard prick deep into my mouth, over the tongue, past the tonsils, straight down into my throat. I wanted to gag, but I held off like a good little slut. I looked into his eyes and slowly spoke, mouthing my words around his massive cock. "Fuck my face." That was all he needed. He reached out with both hands and grabbed my hair in his fists. A sharp, searing stab of pain shot across my head, and I cried out, sloppily dripping saliva over the base of his penis. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he ordered before he began slamming his dick in and out of my mouth as if he were fucking a pussy hard—any other orifice other than my mouth. I felt so violated, so used. I had never been defiled like this in my life. But it was just the beginning. Because it seems that behind me Todd was getting bored just stroking his cock and watching this ultra-hard core scene play out. Without letting me remove my lips from Ben's shaft, Todd picked me up by my torso, twisted me so that I was now facing the ceiling and, as Ben slowly stood up straighter, arching my head downwards, slammed me down on the lab table at the front of the room. He reached up to my waist and grabbed my conservative, ankle-length skirt and, without asking for any kind of permission, ripped the garment right up the seam and tore it in half. I opened my mouth to protest, but Ben just slapped me across the face—playfully, mind you; he wasn't beating me or anything—and shoved his dick in deeper. His balls bounced rapidly against my skin. "Don't talk you little skank," he said. "Suck." I didn't know what it was. I had always been so prim and proper in the past. When Trevor, the boy-next-door up at the cottage had fucked me l had started by giving his modest-sized prick little kitty-licks to get him hard. He liked the sweet and innocent type, so I had worn my cream colored cashmere sweater and soft, powdery makeup. I had batted my eyelids at him and taken him out behind the woodshed where he could feel up my chest—soft, pert, no bra on—through that lovely, supple, velvety material. When he finally got up enough courage he took my virginity in his family's old Sea Ray underneath the stars. It had all been very poetic, but the only part that had done anything for me was when I made him cum in my mouth and he responded by calling me his "nasty little spermguzzler". I had been so turned on—I happily gargled with his semen in front of him before swallowing every last drop. If only Trevor could see me now! Bound and gagging on an eight-inch cock, a pool of pre-cum already forming in my mouth and streaks of semen and saliva streaking through my hair. And Todd on the other end, slapping my fucking slit with his rock-hard cock. I decided it was time to give as good as I got. I spat Ben's prick out and it slapped lazily against my cheek. I looted at Todd directly in the eye and spoke. "C'mon, baby," I moaned. "Do you want me to be your princess or your fuckslut? Are you trying to make love to me or fuck me?" He grinned that evil grin again. "Don't ask for something you don't want, you little prick-tease. You may not like what you get." I squirmed in my bindings a bit. "I'll fucking take anything you or anyone else can dish out," I moaned. "You're my pimp and I'm your whore. Drill me like the slut that I am." He pushed his cock deep into me, but then stopped and looked up at Ben. "Did you hear that, man?" he asked quickly. "The slut wants us to pimp her out." Right away I knew I had said the wrong thing, because Ben immediately slapped his cock across my face. "Let's call in the cavalry, then," he said. I had a sudden sinking feeling as Todd turned to face the door. "Yo! Guys! Time to get in on the action!" I tried to protest but Ben just popped his shaft back deep into my mouth and told me to shut up again. "You didn't really think we were the only ones here. Did you?" Actually, I had. Boy, was I wrong. In marched what I could only gather was the entire Crawford Heights football team. Okay. Maybe if wasn't the entire team. But a good five more of them at least. By now Todd had come around and leaned down to whisper to me. I knew he was really checking to see if I was O.K. with all this. But he knew how not to break the mood that had sent a dozen different fluids flowing into the depths of my twat. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my mouth off Ben's prick. Slowly I turned to look at him. "Tell me what you want, slut," he said. "I want to hear you say it." One of the boys who had just entered began stepping toward me, but Todd put up his hand to signal him to stop. The young man looked more than a little peeved, so I decided to make this quick. I gulped softly, terrified by what I was about to say. Then I looked directly into Todd's eyes. "I want to get gang-raped," I whispered, my lips trembling. Still on my back, I did everything I could to strike the most alluring come-fuck-me pose I could. I batted my eyes, pushed my chest out and slowly, softly, stuck my tongue out and licked my full lips. My ''blowjob lips" as my friends call them. "I wanna be your filthy little gutterslut!" I cooed, and there was a loud cheer. The guy who had been approaching me moved into position over my face. He took out his fuckstick and rammed it between my lips. "Swallow this, bitch," he sneered, grabbed my hair and began face-fucking me harder than Bill or Todd ever had. I gagged. Hard. But I think that's exactly what the little sadist wanted. "Yeah!" he screamed, bucking against my face. "Let's ream the little whore!" And with that, he popped his cock out of my mouth, gave it a few last strokes, and dumped a huge load of sperm all over my face. I couldn't believe it. I was completely covered in his thick, sticky semen. I opened my mouth and a huge gob of cum slid down my tongue and into my throat. Suddenly I started bucking. This filthy little fuck had made me cum by blasting his seed in my face. It was awesome. I finally felt like the little whore I had always wanted to be. As I continued to shake I started moaning—hard. I looked down, over my breasts and towards my legs. Some guy I had never seen before was fucking me. I had to say it to myself to believe it. Quietly. Some guy I've never seen before is fucking me. Somehow, with my mouth wrapped around the next cock in line, I managed to smile. Fuck-ing awesome. Two more guys moved up alongside me, on either side of my head. Stroking their dicks...oh gawd, their rock-hard MASSIVE pricks. I decided to help them out. ''Come on, guys," I coaxed. ''Mark me. Make me your property." I started moaning as I reached down and started frigging my clit as Mr. No-Name continued to fuck me like an animal. ''Spray me," I begged. My hand was moving faster now. ''Cum on my pouty, slutty little face." I watched in absolute fascination as their hands flew rapidly up and down their long, thick, saliva-coated fucksticks. I was in heaven. ''Do you think we can do it together boys?" I asked, wanting nothing more than for them to paste my face at the same time. They both moaned their affirmation and began stroking harder. I decided to give them a countdown. ''Let's do it, men," I cooed, batting my long, sexy eyelashes. ''Three... two..." They were going at lightspeed now, staring into my seductive eyes as they both dangled their pricks a mere two or three inches above my face. ''One," I gulped softly, looking back and forth directly into their eyes. "Showtime." I couldn't believe what happened next. Each prick exploded above me, shooting a massive spurt of thick, white semen into the air above me. The spurts collided right over my line of vision, wrapped around each other, then... SPLAT! The massive gob of sperm fell onto my face and splattered everywhere. From either side of me two long streams of semen continued pumping over my cheeks, my nose, my open lips and into my waiting mouth. I had never seen so much cum in my entire life. As my open mouth filled to capacity I began to gargle, turning the huge pool of sperm into a frothy white liquid. ''Don't you even fucking think about swallowing!" I heard a voice say, and suddenly a video camera was being shoved in my face. My heart sank; I was being recorded for posterity. ''Keep your mouth open, whore," the voice behind the camera said. I frowned, not understanding: it was a female voice. Being careful not to spill, I turned my head slightly. And there, decked out in the sluttiest cheerleader outfit I had ever seen was Denise Campbell, the captain of the cheerleader squad. She smiled. ''I gotta say, Katie," she said, grinning widely. "That was the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen. I didn't realize when I came here to fuck Justin tonight that I'd be a witness to a bona fide gangbang." Justin was her boyfriend, a big linebacker whom she'd been dating for several months. I fucking didn't care anymore, so l just performed for the camera. I smiled and gurgled, blowing bubbles in the sperm. ''Two more!" Denise announced, backing up. "Two more loads of sperm before our resident gutterslut swallows it all!" I could see her cunt-juices dripping down her leg. The little whore. As she continued to film, two more team members stepped up to the plate. I was starting to gag a bit, so one of them slapped me across the face, hard. ''No you don't, bitch," he sneered. ''I've been holding this in for a long fucking time, and you're gonna fucking take it before you start drinking down this jizz." To answer him, I reached up and started stroking him hard. The other guy put his cock right over my face and unleashed almost immediately. I don't know when the fuck these guys last had sex, because their cumshots were HUGE! Thick, long white shots sprayed all over my face, pooling in my eyes, coating my hair, dripping down my cheeks into my ears. And those were just the secondary shots. A huge arc of semen poured into my mouth, mixing with the massive pool of cum in the back of my throat. Immediately the other cock I was stroking—the guy who had slapped me—erupted like a fucking volcano. A fucking sperm volcano. The first shot missed me entirely. It flew through the air like a cruise missile, hitting Denise right between the eyes. She moaned deeply, losing her grip on the camera momentarily, then reaching down under her very short skirt. In one swift motion she shoved her middle finger deep into her shaved twat and began frigging herself desperately like a whore in heat. Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles Ch. 02 Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles Ch. 02 The Journey Home AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much to all of you who wrote to tell me how much you enjoyed my first installment of Katie's adventures. I'm sorry the wait for Part Two has been so long, and I hope it will be worth it. There were a few of you, however, who were offended by the strong language in the first story, so a word of warning: one of the major running motifs in these stories is verbal abuse. It is a fetish that has always turned me on immensely, but like any fetish, it is not enjoyed by all. So if words like "slut" and "whore" offend you, this may not be the story for you. If they make you as hot as they make me, however, read on... In the twinkling of an eye, everything I had ever known had changed. I lay trembling on my back, the warm, soft duvet folded around me as the events of the past four or five hours continued to swim through my thoughts. Around me my bedroom seemed vacant, distant...almost a little frightening. If things had ended where I thought they were going to end, I might have been able put them out of mind, at least for the evening. The gang-bang in the school biology lab had been raw, vicious...almost brutal. I had used words that I never thought I would hear coming out of my own mouth. I had submitted myself to something absolutely terrifying, but also something that was monumentally exciting at the same time. Little was I to know that the gang-bang was only the very beginning of a far more eventful night. When it was all over and Denise, Todd and Mike had given me my last instructions for the following morning, they left me as quickly as they had arrived. The school was suddenly quiet and I was alone with my thoughts. I was still shaking—whether it was from excitement or from the multiple orgasms I had had I did not know. I waited until the last sounds disappeared into the distance, the giggling of that slut Denise and the deeper laughter of the two young men who had so violently used me throughout the past hour. Then, with the last clunk! of a door closing, all was silent. I swallowed. The salty musk of semen still mixed with my saliva and I smiled. It had just been so fucking good. I never thought it could be so good. I scrambled to my feet and turned in a circle, dismay slowly giving way to horror as I realized that my clothes were absolutely shredded. Despite my protestations earlier, 1 had somehow thought that I would be able to put something together, some sort of outfit to cover me on my walk home. No such luck. What wasn't ripped into tiny little pieces was completely caked with sperm-juice. Naked as the day I was born, I gathered up the remains of my clothing and cautiously opened the classroom door. The hallway was dark. I tiptoed over to a garbage bin in the corner and dumped the threads and tatters that used to be my clothing. Vaguely aware that it was unlikely that I was completely alone in the school—there was bound to be a janitor or two, or at the very least a security guard—I ducked into the boys' locker room—where my tormentors had originally sprung from—and turned on one of the showers. I let the warm mist spray over my body, washing away the thick, caked-on mass of saliva and semen. It was only when I stepped from the shower that I quickly became aware of the fact that there were no towels anywhere. The boys must have brought theirs with them, because there wasn't even a facecloth anywhere to be seen. Dripping wet, I stepped from the showers and tiptoed across the locker room, up to the main hallway door. I pushed it open a couple of inches and peered back out into the dark hallway. My eyes fell across the row of multi-coloured lockers and I suddenly smiled, remembering something. I now knew what to do. With renewed purpose I stepped into the hallway. The soft red from the exit sign glistened off my wet, naked body as I crept around the corner to the row of cubbyholes that the Grade Nines used in lieu of lockers when they had to take gym class. Sure enough, in the third one over lay some folded clothes. I looked at them and frowned. They didn't look anything like what our grade nine girls wore—but then I remembered something. The previous evening, Holy Mary Catholic School had played against our freshman girls' volleyball team. Obviously, one of the girls had ridden the bus back home in her gym clothes. At that realization, I just stared into the cubbyhole in mild amusement. This was just too perfect. A fucking Catholic schoolgirls' outfit. What's more, it was tiny. The little plaid skirt barely reached the top of my thighs! My smooth, bald little mound stuck out beneath the miniskirt. On top, my breasts were just straining to pop out of the white top blouse. My wet skin had turned the blouse transparent, and my hard nipples poked upwards against the sheer fabric. I turned around and inspected my reflection in a mirror. I gasped. Fuck me! I thought, then smiled quickly. I look like a fucking whore. But damn I'm hot. I stood there for a minute, striking a pose. I looked like a fucking stripper, but at least I wouldn't get arrested walking home. I turned and walked to the window, surveying my options. The fastest and safest way home was probably through the university. Normally my friends and I would hop the number 23 bus down the Pacific Strip, but there was no way I was going to hop on a bus in this get-up, and if I walked down the Strip I would probably be mistaken for a hooker. I felt a very naughty tingle deep within my twat as I thought that being mistaken for a whore wouldn't be the worst thing in the world tonight! But no—the university was safest, and I could hide in the shadows if anyone was about. "What the fuck do we have here?" I felt my heart skip a beat as I wheeled around with an audible shriek. All I could see ahead of me were two bright flashlight beams cutting through the darkness, aimed directly at my face. I didn't know what to do, what to say, or what part of my body I should cover, so I just stood there in my slinky little outfit like a dumb little slut, watching as the flashlight beams traveled up and down my body, pausing for lengthy moments as they passed across first my breasts, then my exposed gash, the clitoris still swollen from its earlier violation. For a while, nobody spoke. Then, after I thought the silence was getting unbearable, I heard a soft, incredulous sigh. "Holy shit." I still didn't know what to do, so I reached up and brushed my bangs out of my eyes. The two beams began slowly traveling towards me. They split as the bearers of each flashlight moved to either side of me. As they approached I could start to make out some features that had previously been obscured by shadows. They were both relatively young; the janitor to the left of me was the older of the two, but even he was no more than thirty. To my right was the security guard—he was twenty, twenty-one at the most, fresh out of high school himself. Their faces were partially hidden by darkness, but I could easily see that they both wore looks like they had won the Vegas jackpot. I smiled mischievously. That's because they have, I told myself. I decided to play it cool. "Uh, hi guys," I ventured cautiously. The security guy moved directly in front of me. He continued to trace the beam of his flashlight across my midsection. "Yeah, whatever," he said breathlessly. "What the fuck are you doing here dressed in that little get-up?" The janitor spoke from behind me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Slowly, I snaked my hand behind me and softly grabbed between his legs. He was hard. I tossed my hair, glanced over my shoulder at him, and shot him a wink. "Waiting for you, Mr. Janitor," I cooed. I felt his cock twitch beneath his jeans. "Oh, really?" he gulped. "Yes," I pouted. I walked into the beam of moonlight that fell through the window. I turned so that they were facing my profile. I arched my back and reached down to my thighs so that my skirt flipped up over my ass. I was wet—so fucking wet—and I was sure they could see it glistening in the moonlight. I batted my eyes at them. "Are the big strong janitor and security guard going to teach this trashy young school-slut a lesson?" Crash! I couldn't believe it. The security guard—sweet young hunk that he was—simply dropped his flashlight to the floor in shock. I put a finger in my mouth and giggled. "Are you fucking serious?" my new boy-toy gulped. Okay—William Wordsworth he was not, but I wasn't in the mood to have poetry read to me. I nodded and dropped to my knees. I dragged my fingers down over my breasts, but at the last minute I decided to leave my blouse on. I figured that I looked far sluttier in this outfit than with nothing on. The guard approached me, glancing back at the janitor with an absolutely perverted look on his face. "What a fucking whore," he drooled. As he started unbuckling his belt I could finally make out the name stitched onto his uniform. "Adam," I read. "Is that your name?" He nodded. I cleared my throat. I wanted him to know just how I wanted to be treated. "Well, Adam," I said, pronouncing each syllable in his name. "Why don't you take out your sweet, young fuckstick..." I looked him straight in the eye and licked my lips. "...and choke the fuck out of me," I finished. And that was it. He fucking knew what to do. In about two seconds flat he dropped his pants to the floor, stepped up to me and grabbed me by my hair. He grabbed his dick and shook it in front of me. "Yeah?" he sneered. "You fucking slut. Is this what you fucking want?" "Oh yeah," I breathed. I opened my mouth and he rammed it into my skull. Hard. I gagged for a minute, then relaxed my throat as he began a second assault. His shaft slid past my tongue, over my tonsils, and deep into my throat. After a few slow, deep thrusts, his cock popped out of my mouth and slapped against my cheek. I spat on it, then drooled over it like I've seen them done in the porn movies Trevor and I used to watch up at the cottage. I grabbed his prick with my fist and pumped it hard about ten or twelve times. "You fucking like that, Adam?" I sneered at him. "Do you like it when I fucking fist your meat like that?" "Not half as much as you're gonna like it when I spew all over your slut face," he spat back at me. I grinned wickedly. That was the trashy talk I wanted to hear. "Oooooh!" I moaned expectantly. "But not yet, sweetie." Slowing my thrusts, I gave his knob a quick lick, then turned to face the janitor. He had already stepped out of his pants and was stroking his cock with a leer on his face. "How about you, Mr. Janitor?" I sighed wistfully. I stood slowly, closing my fist around his rock-hard prick. I leaned towards him, brushing his hair aside so that my lips were just barely touching his ear. And I whispered. "Would you like to rape my face like Adam just did?" I think the poor guy almost came in my hand right there and then. As it was, he could barely croak, "Uh-huh." I slid back two inches so we were eye to eye, my lips almost touching his. "Uh-huh?" I asked in a mousy little voice "Uh-huh." I winked at him. "Okey-dokey." I circled his pects with my fingertips and, extending my arms and leaving my hands caressing his chest, I slid back to my knees. I continued to reach up and caress his chest as I nuzzled his cock gently. I drooled over it like I had done with Adam, then—very gently—took the head of his prick in between my teeth. I softly slurped inward, releasing my teeth ever so slightly and drawing his cock further into my mouth until it was about halfway in. Once again I bit down, incredibly softly, in order to hold the shaft in place without me having to resort to using my hands. I reached around his torso with my arms and firmly grasped a butt cheek in each hand. I repeated the same process several times, slurping his beautiful fuckstick deeper into my throat, then gently holding it in position with my teeth so that I could continue dragging my nails along his ass cheeks. Finally I had him in as deep as I could get him. If you were to look at my kneeling profile you would be able to see his thick shaft bulging out of my throat, shifting under the skin of my neck, just above where it widened into my chest. It rippled as I swallowed. A deep, low moan escaped the janitor's lips as I opened my mouth and started pounding my throat rhythmically, hard and strong, down onto the janitor's meat. A loud squelching sound erupted from deep within my open mouth as I continued to fuck him with my throat. Beside me, Adam was jerking his own cock, urging me on. "Yeah, that's it you fucking little whore. Do what you're fucking best at!" With my face stuffed full of prick, I managed the slightest smile as I made eye contact with Adam. I gave him a sexy wink, then went back to work, squelching away on the janitor's cock. It was good, but not quite as hard as I wanted it. I grabbed the janitor's hands in one quick motion and placed them on my head. Getting the message, he immediately closed his fists, grabbing me by my hair. He started bucking his hips, fucking my skull with refreshed abandon. I choked once or twice, then settled into a rhythm like a good little cocksucking slut. Beside me, Adam kept jerking his prick as he watched the show. "That's it," he leered at me. "You're a nasty little cocksucker, aren't you?" I pushed the janitor's prick back out with my tongue. "Uh-huh," I said innocently, then smiled sweetly. "All the boys say I'm the sluttiest fucking whore on campus." The janitor rammed his cock deep back into my throat as Adam began smacking his rock-hard shaft against my cheek. "I can fucking believe it," he spat, tugging his meat for all he was worth. "And now you're gonna drink both of our loads you little bitch." My pussy clenched as I heard those harsh words again. I don't know what it was, why I loved this brutal word play so much. If anyone called me these names in the course of my normal life, I would have smacked them. But as the janitor grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, so that my face was pointing to the ceiling, I began cumming hard as a result of the rough treatment. The janitor reached over and grabbed me under the chin, his thumb on one cheek and his fingers on the other. He squeezed them together hard, forcing my mouth wide open. Without a moment's warning, a long, white stream of semen flew through the air, arcing from his prick into my mouth. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy cock-juice followed, filling my mouth to the edge of my lips. I hummed and moaned happily as my mouth literally overflowed with sperm. Once his dick was done pulsing he roughly turned my head to face Adam, who was stroking his enormous member frantically. "Yeah, that's it," hissed the janitor lewdly. "Whack off in her slut face." And that's exactly what the little shit did. He fucking grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head back. My mouth was still overflowing with cum, and I stuck my tongue through it, wiggling it at him. He grabbed his massive cock and began fisting it about two inches from my face, pumping it for all he was worth. No spurts this time, though—just a steady stream of white cocksauce splashing into the pool that had already formed in my mouth. When he was done the two of them stepped back and just stared at me, as if they couldn't believe what had just happened. The janitor grinned at me lewdly, and shook his prick at me. "Whatcha gonna do now, little slut?" he asked teasingly. I shot him a wink, blew him a kiss, and started gargling his semen for all I was worth. After I'd given them a suitable show, I closed my eyes and swallowed. The two of them just stared at me for several seconds, absolutely speechless. Adam was the first to finally speak. "Wow," he said, clearly in awe. "That was amazing. Thank you." I stood, straightening my trashy get-up. "No problem, sweetie!" I beamed. "Next time I'll let you fuck me, but for now I've got to get home." The janitor nodded, grinning. "You're a real firecracker, sweetheart. Don't ever lose that attitude of yours." I wiggled my tits at him. "I don't plan to! See ya later, sexy!" And with my ponytail bouncing behind me, I bounded down the hall and out the nearest door. Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles Ch. 02 She stopped just inches from his face and continued staring directly into his eyes. She still wore that smirk on her face, but said nothing for a minute. Instead, she ran her fingers softly over her own body, starting at her stomach and moving upwards over her breasts, her erect nipples that were popping out of her top. She stopped just short of her neck, then suddenly changed her expression. She widened her eyes into an innocent look of mock-surprise, then opened her mouth as if he were absolutely shocking her with his behaviour. "Oh, sir!" she gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. "You are being so naughty! Whatever do you want me to do?" The second guy—the guy with the five o'clock shadow—walked up behind her and spoke harshly, directly into her ear. "On your knees, bitch." With that, she dropped to the cobblestone roadway and wrapped her arms around the blonde guy's legs. Still maintaining eye contact, she opened her mouth super-wide and slowly brought it down over top of his prick. She pressed her face down extra hard until I could see a bulge appear on her neck where his dick was pushing out from within her throat. A deep gagging sound erupted from the back of her mouth, but she just grabbed his prick with her hand and began waggling it back and forth, hard, inside her throat. Deep squelching sounds mixed with her gags. The other two girls were in each other's arms, watching the action intently. "Fuck, yeah," the girl with the hot pants sighed nastily. "Choke on that cock. Choke on that cock like a fucking whore." She broke away from the girl with the curves and proceeded to drape herself over Pigtails, wrapping her arms around the petite cocksucker and cupping her breasts in her hands. Unable to take much more of this, the guy with the glasses stepped behind Hot Pants, reached around her and undid her snap. Her shorts fell to the road and she let out a long moan as she arched her ass into the air. She had no panties—just a totally shaved gash, pink and glistening. "Oh, Bobby!" she moaned again. "Just fuck me! Fuck me while everyone else here watches. I wanna show them what a fucking tramp I am!" Bobby didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock (didn't anyone here wear underwear?) and pressed it up against Hot Pants' sopping wet quim. "Yeah, that's it!" Hot Pants sang. "Fuck me there! I want to be abused tonight, Bobby. Abuse me like a trashy little fuck-slut!" As Bobby grabbed onto Hot Pants' hips and started pounding her like a jackhammer, Pigtails spat out the blonde guys cock and giggled. "You're such a whore, Tina!" she laughed. She turned her head so that she was looking directly into Tina's eyes. "Do you like it, sweetie?" she asked sexily, reaching up so that she could continue to jerk off the blonde guy. "Do you like being fucked in the alleyway like a total street whore?" "Fuck yeah," Tina moaned, then grabbed Pigtails by the hair and yanked her head back so that her mouth snapped wide open. "Now shut the fuck up, Dee, and get back on Damien's cock." As Dee resumed her sucking, the guy with the five o'clock shadow—who had been watching the action intently as he stroked his own massive fuckstick—suddenly turned to the last of the girls—the curvy, voluptuous one. In one swift movement, he reached out, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. Her skirt fell over her waist, exposing a beautifully curved ass and a nicely trimmed bush (no panties again!—it was pretty obvious that these guys had come here solely to fuck!) that was already glistening in the lamplight. "Carson!" she squealed and giggled as he smacked her bare ass three or four times. "Your turn, Stephanie!" Carson grinned. He lay her down on her back on the top of an old air conditioning unit that stood beside them. Curvy little Stephanie raised her legs into the air, turning them back and forth to show off her beautiful calf muscles and her luscious white thighs. Once again her skirt flipped over her waist, and she lay there—totally exposed and vulnerable—just waiting to get reamed. Carson dropped his pants to the street and stepped out of them. His massive cock bounced invitingly as he stepped up to the plate, roughly spreading Stephanie's legs as he grinned wickedly at her. "Where do you want it, bitch?" he asked gruffly. Stephanie bit her lower lip as she frigged her clit with her right hand. "In my ass," she moaned, staring up at him with sultry, half-opened eyes. "Oh please fuck me in the ass again, Carson. The way you did last night when you almost raped me in the common room." Tina, still taking it doggy-style, looked over at her friend in shock. "What did he do?" she asked incredulously. Stephanie groaned again as Carson swirled his prick around in her pussy to get it all lubed. "He fucking snuck up behind me in the second floor common room," she said. "I was just standing there, looking out the window. I was only wearing my hockey jersey. He grabbed me from behind—no warning, no nothing—and picked me up and threw me down on that brown leather sofa. Oh!" she yelped as Carson punctuated her tale by ramming into her a couple of quick times. "He called me a little cock-tease and told me that I was going to get raped like all little whores should be. Then he fucked me in the ass for ten fucking minutes before pulling out and nutting all over my face." Dee pulled her face off Damien's prick and licked her lips. "Jeez, Carson. That is hot," she said. I thought so too. I reached down and stuck my right index finger deep into my pussy. Before I knew it, though, I had lost my balance and had to steady myself on a nearby garbage can and suddenly the metal lid crashed to the ground. All three couples stopped what they were doing. Six heads turned and looked directly at me. Shit. Busted. I sheepishly stepped from my alcove and swallowed nervously. "Uh, sorry guys," I said meekly. "Just enjoying the show." Looking at my slutty outfit like she'd just discovered a thousand dollars in her pocket, Tina pulled herself off Bobby's cock and began walking towards me. She was completely naked from the waist down, and her tank top was in total disarray, with one strap ripped off and her left tit showing. I just stared at her, not breaking eye contact, as she approached me. With her mouth half open, and still in a bit of shock, she walked all around me, all the while staying about a metre away. She stopped behind me for a second to get a good look at my ass, then circled back to the front again. "So what did you think?" she asked suddenly. "Of our show I mean." I gave her a sexy smile. "I couldn't take my eyes off you," I said truthfully. "I'll bet," Stephanie said. She had delayed her ass-fucking for the time being and now she and Dee were also approaching. The boys, for the moment, held their ground. "My god. You are a little pop-tart aren't you?" she breathed. I shrugged. The girls circled me, each one of them in some state of undress. "What's your name?" Dee asked. "Katie," I said cautiously. "What sorority are you in, Katie?" I thought about lying for a second. But they'd probably find me out. "Umm...I don't go here," I ventured. "Oh really?" Tina was suddenly interested. "Are you still in school?" "Umm...yeah, you could say that." "So where do you go?" asked Stephanie. I looked at them sheepishly. "Um, Madison Valley." There was a shocked silence. Tina looked at the two other girls. "The high school?" she asked incredulously. I bit my lower lip. "Yeah." "No!" Dee exclaimed. "How old are you sweetie?" "Eighteen," I said. Tina began walking towards me until her ruby-red lips were just inches from my own. "Well that's okay then," she said. "So tell me—what's with the getup?" She placed her hands on my bare waist end began running her fingers around the rim of my skirt. I just stood there, not resisting. "Oh," I said. "It's nothing." She raised an eyebrow. "Nothing?" I smiled sexily. "Some of my clothes got ripped when I had sex at the school," I admitted. "I got stuck with this slutty little number." Dee let out a giggle. "They must have really been ripped!" she laughed. I turned and locked eyes with her. "To fucking shreds," I said with a smirk. "Well aren't you the bold little bitch?" Stephanie asked. She still wore her light blue skirt, but somewhere between the dumpster and me she had removed her blouse. Topless, she looked like a fucking goddess. "I think she needs to be brought down a peg or two," she said to her friends. Tina nodded, then called over her shoulder to the guys. "What do you think, boys? Shall we work the little bitch over?" "Fuck yeah!" Damien called. The two others roared their appreciation. Here we go again, I thought with a smile to myself. "Dee," Tina said wickedly. "Why don't you find our little Catholic schoolgirl something to wear?" I frowned, not sure what she meant, but Dee giggled and scampered off, while the other two closed in on me. "So Katie," Stephanie said, as she and Tina began rubbing their hands over my breasts and midriff. "Walking through the university dressed like that, I figure that all you really want is to get fucked." She spat the last word, nastily. She moved her left hand under my skirt and began flicking my exposed clitty. As she slowly inserted her middle finger into my aching gash, she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. Then she whispered right into my ear: "Do you want to get fucked, Katie?" I closed my eyes and moaned. "Uh-huh. Fuck yeah." I couldn't believe I was saying it, but I really did. Despite everything else that had happened that night, I really did want to get violated, one more time. "That's good," said Tina. "Because we don't take well to little bitches spying on us." "I wasn't spying," I said softly. "I was trying to get hooomme..." The last word came out as a moan as Stephanie began circling her finger deep inside my cunt, and Tina pushed my blouse aside and took my right nipple into her mouth. "Awww, the little Catholic school-slut is trying to get home," Stephanie teased mercilessly. She was working her finger in and out of me like a cock now, and Tina had moved around behind me. She gently pulled off my blouse and let it fall to the cobblestones below. She reached around and cupped my breasts in her hands, then dragged her fingernails over them, down my flat stomach, and to my skirt line. Suddenly, with her left hand, she reached across to Stephanie and grabbed her by the hair. In one swift tug she pulled the curvy vixen to her knees and rammed her face up against my quim. "Suck her clit you little whore," she ordered. Stephanie complied, and I felt my knees buckle as I felt her tongue snake over my clitoris and up into my throbbing box. As I moaned long and loud, I noticed—with some trepidation—that Dee was returning, holding a knockoff Gucci handbag. Her hips swayed as she sauntered towards me, and her delightful little pigtails bounced up and down. I knew she was much older, but she looked like a fourteen-year-old little Grade 9 gutterslut. "Lookie what we have here!" she said wickedly. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a long piece of leather, with something dangling on the end of it. My heart skipped a beat. Oh my God, it's a dog collar, I suddenly realized. And a leash. Tina didn't miss a beat. Dec tossed her the leash and collar, and in one swift motion she snapped it around my neck. Stephanie gave my clit a final lick, then stood out of the way, and with a quick yank, Tina pulled me to the ground. "On your knees, bitch," she snapped. What could I do? I obeyed. Ignoring the pain from the cobblestones driving into my kneecaps, I got up on my hands and knees and stuck my ass in the air. My super-short skirt flipped up over my butt, exposing my naked asshole and puffy pussy lips. Dee laughed cruelly, and smacked my ass, hard. "There's a good doggy," she said. Tina was all business. She yanked the leash again. "Come on, bitch," she sang, and started walking over towards the guys. "Time to suck some cock like a good little doggy." I crawled on my hands and knees towards the three guys. They were all leaning up against the wall next to the air conditioning unit, each of them stroking their cocks. Dee skipped ahead of Tina and grabbed the two nearest dicks—Bobby's and Carson's—and gave them a few quick strokes. She let Carson's go, but pulled Bobby out into the middle of the alleyway, leading him by his penis. "Come on, studmuffin," she coaxed. "Let's get you some sexy high school tail." She moved around behind him and rested her head on his shoulder, as she continued to stare at me with dark, penetrating eyes. She was still reaching around him, yanking on his fuckstick. "Well let's go, doggy-slut!" she grinned. "Do your fucking job!" Tina yanked the leash even harder this time, practically choking me as she pulled me up to Bobby's cock. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled it, hard. I cried out in pain and at that moment Bobby rammed his prick deep into my mouth. Tina kneeled down beside me, still holding me with the leash, and watched in fascination as Bobby grabbed me by the back of my head and began to violently fuck my face. "Fuck, yeah," she breathed, reaching down to diddle herself. "Choke on it. Choke on his cock you little bitch." I was a good little whore. I swirled my tongue around the head of his massive penis, then slammed my head down on it, pushing my head deep down into my throat. I gagged violently, but kept it where it was, letting the convulsions deep within my esophagus massage the length of his prick. I was able to get some air through my nose, and I pushed down even further, until I was able to twist my little tongue out underneath his huge shaft and snake it around his balls. That did it. "Oh, god," he moaned, and began ramming into my throat with new abandon. Above my tongue I felt his balls contract, and suddenly a huge stream of semen began spraying against my tonsils. I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing my throat muscles so I could drink deeply. As the torrent of man-ranch flowed down my gullet, I desperately tried to count the number of cocks that had exploded in my mouth or onto my face or body over the past couple of hours. But it was a hopeless task. I had seen more dick this evening than I had ever thought I would see in my entire life. As I contemplated this, Bobby's knees buckled under the intensity of his orgasm. His fuckstick snapped out of my mouth with a loud pop! and slapped against my right cheek. Two or three more shots of white, creamy jizz spurted straight up into the air, hung level with Bobby's shoulders for a second, then came down upon my pouty little face with a loud splat! I moaned softly as the thick, white semen ran down over my cheeks and into my mouth. Unaware of how much I looked like a wanton slut, I stuck my little pink tongue out and wiggled it back and forth, desperately trying to slurp some of the delicious fuck-seed over my lips. Tina was fucking impressed. She leaned down next to me and whispered into my ear. "That's it you little bitch-whore. Use that slutty fucking tongue of yours. Drink it all down like a nasty little high school fuck-tramp." Her words hit me like a bombshell. As Carson moved into position in front of me I felt a gush of moisture between my legs. Tina heard my audible gasp and saw me reach down to rub my clit frantically. As I began slobbering over Carson's prick, she licked her middle finger, sucking it up and down like a little cock for a second or two. Then she reached down and inserted it straight into my aching quim. I cried out, but that only egged her on. As Carson began fucking my face with even greater abandon, Tina grinned at the others as she began pounding her hand against my muff. "Look at the little slut go!" she laughed cruelly. But even crueler was the way she stopped just before I was about to orgasm. "No!" I cried, letting Carson's dick slip from between my lips as I fell forward on my two hands. I just crouched there for a few seconds, on my hands and knees, gasping for breath. "Not yet, my little teenage fucktoy," Tina smiled. She leaned forward and brushed the hair from my eyes. This tender gesture seemed all the more outrageous considering how she had just violated me. She looked up at Carson, still smiling. "Carson, darling," she said sweetly. "I only just remembered how rudely you were interrupted earlier." She stood, then walked to the middle of the alleyway. "Weren't you just about to rape Stephanie in the ass?" I felt my heart skip a beat. Stephanie, sensing what her sorority sister was up to, was now walking towards me. As Carson grinned and nodded his assent, she held out her hand to me and I stood up beside her, shocked at what I saw. Beautiful, curvy Stephanie had removed every stitch of clothing, save the high-heel shoes that now accentuated her gorgeous legs. I was in utter awe. She pulled me close to her. Her perfect breasts pushed against me and she leaned in until her rich, red lips were just inches from my own. "Are you doing okay, baby?" she asked. It took a second for me to realize that she was genuinely concerned. "Uh-huh." I nodded. She pulled me in and kissed me deeply. Her tongue darted in and out of my lips before she gently pushed it in and dragged it along the roof of my mouth. She pulled away and leaned in further to whisper in my ear. "Their words aren't scaring you, are they?" she asked. "Uh-uh." I shook my head. "They're just playing, you know. All that 'bitch' and 'slut' stuff." "I know." "Are you sure?" I pulled back and looked into her deep green eyes. "I fucking love it," I said. "I love being abused." She smiled widely. "Good," she said, then looked a little concerned. "Have you ever taken it up the ass, baby?" For the first time I looked a little frightened. "No," I said honestly. Sensing how much I loved the abuse, Stephanie changed her entire demeanor in a second. She sneered nastily and yanked my head back by the ponytail. "Well you're fucking gonna get it now," she spat. She spun me around and bent me down over the air conditioning unit. "Let's take it together baby. You and I." She moved up beside me and also leaned over the unit herself. She reached down and held my hand. "Let's get fucked together." I had been paying so much attention to Carson, moving into position behind Stephanie, that I hadn't realized that Damien was now behind me. Without warning I felt him flip up my skirt and place his hands on my tight, round ass cheeks. I gasped as I realized that Carson was doing the same to Stephanie. Both of us were facing each other, our heads and upper bodies lying flat on the air conditioning unit as we stuck our asses high in the air. This was so hot. I would be staring straight into Stephanie's eyes, my face just inches from hers as we both got fucked in the ass. I had never been so excited. I felt a sting as Damien spanked my ass, hard. "You two little bitches ready?" he asked sharply. I turned around to see him greasing up his prick with his own spit. He shot me a sexy wink and pushed his cockhead into the entrance to my virgin sphincter. Carson was already beginning to wriggle his dick deep into Stephanie's beautiful round bottom. "Oh, yeah," Stephanie moaned. She squeezed my hand tight and continued to stare deep into my eyes as Damien began sliding deep inside my rectum. "Fuck us in our asses, boys," she sighed. "Fuck us like a couple of dogs." I couldn't believe how good it felt. I had never felt so filled. Instinctively I rammed myself back onto Damien's prick, and he grabbed me tightly by my waist. "O-ho!" he said. "The little bitch wants it rough, does she?" Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles Ch. 02 Stephanie was already bouncing regularly back against Carson's shaft. "Yeah!" she screamed excitedly. "Fuck the shit out of her, Damien!" And that's exactly what he did. But that wasn't all. As he began pounding into me with no holds barred, I suddenly felt something moist against my pussy. I began bucking madly as I looked down in shock. And there was Dee—trashy little Dee in her pigtails and ruby-red lipstick—lying on her back, mouth locked onto my box, wiggling her tongue deep up my gash. I was in fucking heaven. I came hard. I mean really fucking hard. I only realized that Tina was underneath Stephanie doing the same thing Dee was doing to me when Steph squeezed my hand so fucking hard l lost the feeling for a second. "Fucking GOD!" I screamed, then started grunting rhythmically along with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH!" Damien began slamming me even harder, if that were possible. My whole body began flopping up and down as he fucked me with a primal fury. "That's it!!!" I screamed, only vaguely aware of the show I was giving everyone. Other coeds, out on the town, had heard my cries and were starting to gather at the far end of the alley. I didn't care. "Like a RAG DOLL...like a fucking RAG DOLL!" I howled. Knees buckling...glistening in my own sweat. Beside me Stephanie's eyes rolling back into her head...her moans growing louder by the second... "Uh! Uh! Fuck me! FUCK ME! Just fucking USE ME! Like a fucking WHORE! Like a fucking SLUT WHORE!" Bobby beside me, leering at me as he slapped his still-rock-hard fuckstick against my cheek. "YEAH!" he roared. "You fucking GO BITCH! You want more cum, you fucking tramp? You want MORE CUM?! Tell me where, bitch! Where the fuck do you want it?" "UHHHHHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!" I screamed, bucking in total ecstasy. "In my FACE in my SLUT FACE!!! Fucking DO IT! Make me your BITCH! Make me your WHORE! Be a fucking MAN and fucking force your fucking SEED on me!!!" And then all I remember was cum...thick, white, beautiful semen...Damien pulling out of my ass and cumming so hard that he sprayed a thick, milky stream all over my butt, up my slinky, slender back...then into my hair...soaking my hair in glorious white fuckjuice. And it was then that Bobby unleashed into my face. Like a fucking fire hose soaking my head, my shoulders, my bare breasts that had worked their way out from the halter top during my last brutal fucking...my ninth or tenth of the day. And my cum...my drenched gash pouring what seemed like buckets on Dee's sexy little slut-face...me cumming and cumming and cumming...and beside me Stephanie screaming like a fucking animal caught in deep heat, writhing as Carson pounded her into fucking oblivion. Behind them a street lamp illuminated their gorgeous animal forms...Steph bent over, her nubile back arched, holding on to the a/c unit for dear life as Carson's muscular form bucked against her, a jackhammer of masculinity forcing screams and sounds from her I never thought possible...before he unleashed a fucking torrent of semen over her beautiful, voluptuous curves...her bare back writhing as it was washed in beautiful glorious wonderful sperm... Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles ''Fuck, yeah," she breathed heavily, raising the camera and pointing it right at me. The rest of the guy's seed was hosing me down, again collecting mainly over my lips and into my throat. ''Okay, Katie," Denise grinned. ''Let's see how much of a trashy little fuck-whore you really are." She kneeled down right beside my face, all the while keeping me in shot with the camcorder. I could see the cumshot that had caught her in the face was still visible across her eyelashes and down to her lips. She leaned in close and whispered right into my ear. ''Do it, you fucking slut," she breathed into my ear. "Swallow. Swallow like the cheap little whore you are." And so I did. All the training I'd had in Drama class, coupled with everything I could remember from each and every pornographic movie I had ever seen came together at once. I instantly sat up (my bonds had loosened throughout my ordeal), and turned straight to the camera, all the while closing my mouth around the huge load of sperm in my mouth. Looking directly into the camera, I smiled... And then I winked. And with that last, beautiful shot, I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, opened my throat, and drank. I drank as if I were in a desert, and this was the last liquid available on Earth. It took me three—nearly four—big gulps to drink down what the boys had fed me. And even then I still had an enormous amount of semen dripping from my eyes, my hair, everywhere. With one quick motion Denise passed off the video camera to one of the boys and--as he continued to film--she walked up to me, put her arms around me and gazed into my eyes. "My little cumslut," she said, smiling, "My little whore." And with that, she began licking the remaining gobs of sperm from my face. She sucked and slurped...huge strings of cum ran from my face to her lips and soon she had as much in her mouth as I'd had before—if not more. And once she had enough in her throat to drown an army she forced me to my knees, tilted my head back, opened her mouth and fed it to me. As my throat filled up she began to get nasty again. "Yeah," she grinned maliciously, letting the last drops of thick sperm drip into my mouth. ''Take it, you little bitch. You dirty little fuck-whore. You like being treated like a filthy little slut, don't you?" I nodded eagerly as I gulped down the remaining semen. ''Yes," I said softly. ''I guess I do." It was as much news to me as it was to the people in the room. What I didn't know was that Denise was about to show me how much of a whore I had become. Up until this day I had never thought about touching another woman in a sexual way. It's not as if I disliked the idea. I'd just never thought of it before. And yet here was Denise, keeping me pushed to my knees as she slowly sat in the chair in front of me. Her ridiculously short cheerleader's skirt—probably purchased in a sex toy shop rather than the school store—rode up onto her milky thighs as she spread her legs. Her legs were fucking beautiful; they were long, soft and shapely, and she arched her feet so that her dainty little toes pointed outward. Her pussy was completely bare. I mean bare. The skin surrounding her labia felt like a newborn babe's, and her tiny, pink clitoris quivered softly, as if in anticipation. ''Let's see if you eat pussy as well as you suck cock, bitch," she said sweetly, batting her eyes. I smiled wickedly and leaned forward, slowly parting my lips. Barely touching her, I dragged my tongue up the length of her gash, stopping at her clitty to flick it lightly up and down across the surface. A deep moan escaped Denise's lips, and she spread her legs wider. ''Eat it," she whispered, inhaling. ''Eat my cunt you fucking whore." I couldn't believe how much her words—all of their words—had affected me. I had never thought about how much a few simple words, uttered in the right way, could so completely turn me on. I loved it. I loved being a cheap slut. I loved it when Denise called me "whore" and "bitch". Innocent little me. A gutterslut. As I continued to tongue-bathe Denise's twat, I reached down between my legs and began to frig myself. It started slowly, but soon I was slamming three fingers into my tight cunt like a fucking jackhammer. The whole time I had my eyes locked with Denise's. There's something about keeping eye contact with a person you're giving head to. Man or woman, it doesn't matter. It's fucking hugely intense. Denise was lying back in the chair, her legs spread widely, her torso pointed ever-so-slightly upwards towards my face. And looking down, over her voluptuous breasts, her striking green eyes locked with mine, daring me to push her over the edge. "Do you like what you see, boys?" she asked, and I suddenly remembered that it was not only me she was talking to in this room. With a quiet glance upward I realized that the team had formed a circle-jerk around us. The lead guy was bending forward and catching every one of my licks, each and every slurp, on film. "Awesome," he grinned, giving us the thumbs-up. "This is going to look amazing when we post it on the Internet." For about the second or third time that night my heart skipped a beat. I turned and looked directly at him. "The Internet?" I asked incredulously. "That's right, sister," he sneered. "That way the whole world can see how much of a fuckslut you are." I turned to Denise, and she just nodded, still smiling sweetly. And you know what? I didn't care. I knew it was very unlikely that my parents would ever see this—they were so fucking illiterate when it came to computers. And frankly, the idea of the remaining people—mainly friends and acquaintances—seeing this only turned me on even more. "No problem," I smiled. "It's just that if I'd known this was a public viewing, I'd have performed a bit more." I then proceeded to lick my lips, then lowered my mouth to Denise's throbbing fuckhole and began eating her out for all I was worth. No more Mr. Nice Guy I thought. With that, I brought up my right index finger and gently massaged it against her pink, super-hard clitoris. I then took the long, ruby-red nail, and very gently scraped it down the length of her gash, starting above her little bud, and ending up at the soft, very sensitive bridge between her pussy and her ass. I locked eyes with Denise again as I moved my finger in a tight little circle below her cunt, all the while bathing her slit with my tongue. As I did so, I continued to coat my finger in her warm cream, moistening it, lubricating it. Then, suddenly, without any warning, I took my index finger and rammed it up her ass. Denise bucked and let out a loud, long moan. Around us, the guys began jerking more quickly, obviously turned on by the girl/girl action in front of them. I gently began fucking Denise's ass with one finger, then two. By the time I was pumping regularly with no less than three fingers, she was bucking slowly and rhythmically against my hand, moaning and heaving with each new thrust. As I fluttered my tongue over her clitoris, I couldn't help being turned on by the "Oh! Oh! Oh!" that came gasping from her throat. I looked up at her and smiled wickedly. "Who's the fuckslut now, bitch?" I asked sweetly. I turned to see Todd standing close to her, stroking his cock. "Would you please shut her up?" I asked, batting my eyelids at him. "Gladly," Todd grinned. He grabbed her viciously by the hair and snapped her head back. "Open," he ordered. I rammed my fingers up her twat again, and as she let out a cry Todd grabbed her by the back of her head and forced his huge prick down her throat. Without even giving her a minute to realize what was going on, he brutally began face-fucking her. "Yeah, dude!" I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was Ben. "Gag the fucking slut!" He reached forward and roughly grabbed my tiny little waist. Arching me so that my ass was in the air, he quickly plunged his prick inside me. I let out a deep moan before he began pounding me for all he was worth. As I began spinning towards orgasm yet again, I lowered my face back down between Denise's legs, continuing to lap gently at her gorgeous little clitty as I steadily finger-fucked her ass. Denise suddenly wrapped her legs around my head and started screaming, which kicked off both my and Ken's orgasm. He plucked his cock out of my twat with a noticeable pop! and I instantly felt the spray of warm, thick sperm-juice all over my ass and lower back. Todd was coming too, but he refused to pull out of Denise's mouth, holding her viciously by the back of her head, pumping his semen deep into her mouth. Denise's throat was pulsing in and out as she happily drank his cum with a gurgle of pleasure. When she was done he released her, and she slid, spent, down onto the floor with me. I turned over and lay my head across her breasts, and we both looked up in mock-innocence at the line of football players, each of them frantically masturbating as they closed the circle around us. Time for the finale, I thought. "Fuckin' circle-jerk baby!" Denise giggled, spreading her arms widely. Suddenly she got all sexy again, striking an ultra-sultry pose and batting those big, beautiful eyelashes at the guys. "You guys gonna make us your little sperm-whores, hmm?" she whimpered. "You gonna cover us with your creamy semen?" She fluttered her eyelids at the boys and wiggled her slutty little tongue at them. "Mark us, boys. Treat us as fucking objects." And she grabbed me cruelly by the hair and snapped my head back. "Fucking douse the bitch, boys. I want you to fucking drown her." I let a whimper escape my lips, and she slapped me--hard this time. Immediately globs of thick semen began flowing across my face as she started yelling obscenities at me. "Yeah! Take it you fucking cumdumpster! You whore! You fucking slut whore!" This was getting really hardcore. As more boys moved into position so that they could unleash their load all over my slutty face, Denise spat on me, then slapped me again. "You fucking love this, don't you? You cunt!" I gurgled in abject happiness as yet more of the team pushed their way up to me, their hands working like pistons on those huge, beautiful shafts. Denise yanked my hair one more time, then dropped to her knees so that her face was level with mine. And that's when the final torrent started. The milky-white hose-down hit us both square in the face, and Denise, playing the dominating bitch to the end, dropped her voice to a whisper, looking me in the eye as gobs and gobs of glorious white semen streamed down her slut face. "You know what I'm going to do, Katie?" she asked, giving my face little kitty-licks. ''I'm going to make you our official fucktoy. Not just the team, mind you, but the whole sex-starved school." As the final cumshots coated our faces each of the boys collapsed against the wall. Denise slurped gobs of sperm from my forehead, eyebrows, cheeks and chin, then mercilessly spat it into my open mouth. Then she stood, grabbed two of the men by their cocks, and began leading them from the room. "Yup! That's what I'm gonna do!" she grinned. "Would you like that, bitch?" I nodded quickly, realizing that an almost continuous orgasm I had been feeling was starting to subside. Denise slapped the two men she had been leading on their asses; they grinned and gave me a quick wave before leaving the room. The others filed out until it was just Ben, Todd, Denise and Justin-her boyfriend—staring at me, lying on the floor of the Biology room, buck naked, my clothes in absolute shreds, in a huge pool of thick, white man-spunk. "What do you think, boys?" Denise asked the others. "Shall we pimp the little whore out to the rest of the seniors? There are a lot of guys—and girls for that matter—who could really use a good, hard fucking once in a while." As she spoke she picked up a clear beaker from the table. She began using her index finger, dragging it across her face so that the remaining gobs of milky semen spilled into the glass. Ben nodded. "From now on, Katie, whenever you're at school, you better be dressed up like the fucking whore we know you are." "That means short skirts, darling," Todd chimed in. "I'm not just talking about 'above the knee'. You should be in something not much thicker than a fucking belt." Denise, now holding a beaker that was almost half-filled with cum, walked up to me and kneeled down. "Open," she commanded. I obliged, and she began pouring the salty fluid down my throat. "Drink." As I gulped down the thick semen, she ran her fingers through my hair. "Anything you can wear to make yourself look as slutty as possible. Fishnet stockings, skimpy halter tops, long leather boots. Do you understand? " I nodded. Denise nodded cruelly. "Good," she said. "You know where we all hang out before classes start. Near the bleachers?" I nodded again, and the fucking cunt just smiled. "Be there by 8:30. You got that, little whore?" Wordlessly, I nodded one more time. "Very good. We'll see you there. Goodbye, my sweet little cocksucker!" As they turned to go, I suddenly stopped them in a panic. "Wait!" I cried, and all three of them turned halfway around. "My—my clothes," I stammered. "They're—they're all torn to shreds. How the hell am I going to get home?" Denise just shrugged. "Deal with it, slut!" she said, smiling sweetly. And then they were gone. And that's how I ended up on the floor of the Biology lab, totally spent, covered in white, sticky sperm-juice on a Tuesday night. Part of me couldn't believe what I'd just done, but the rest of me was in absolute bliss. I had never known that I liked it so...so dirty. I never guessed that such filthy language would turn me on so much. It wasn't even that I was being dominated; l had certainly taken my turn at slapping Denise—and even some of the guys—around. It was just good, hard, get-treated-like-a-cumslut sex. And what's more, as raunchy as it got, it stayed about sex. No pissing, no sucking-cocks-right-out-of-an-asshole (although I certainly had a longing to get fucked in the ass soon enough!) or anything really disgusting. I mean, the cum turned me on. I had no problem with cum. I loved getting covered in the stuff like a naughty little schoolgirl whore. That's what turned my crank. And although I had no idea how I was going to get home, that was part of what I loved about all this. Used and abused and left in a salty pool of thick, sexy semen like the little slut I now knew I was. Somehow I'd find a way home. I giggled. I'd probably get fucked on the way! And then there was tomorrow morning. My heart raced. What would my Daddy say when he saw his sweet, innocent little teenaged daughter decked out in hot leather pumps and a come-fuck-me outfit? I shivered again. My poor Daddy would probably cream right there in his pants. Yup. I had no idea what this was all going to lead to, or where it was going, but one thing was for sure. It was going to be one hell of a ride.