3 comments/ 2042 views/ 3 favorites Heroine Ch. 01 By: WyattStorm My first attempt at writing erotica. Please excuse any grammatical or punctuation errors. The first chapter features non-consent, but I only use it as a basis to add layers to the co-main character. Future chapters won't feature non-consent. If you like where I'm attempting to go with this story please let me know. ***** How did I get here? That phrase rang in I my head like a school bell. Looking through squinted eyes at the morning sun as it rose to the sky. I took this moment to wipe away the mascara that had run down my dirt and blood stained face. Being careful not to rub the painful mixture into my eyes. "ow" I squeaked out as I rose from the cold ground in an old abandoned shack. I would cry, but all of my tears are gone. I've been a homeless addict for the last 3-years. Obviously it did not begin this way for me. It would be fucked up if it had, but it did not. I am to blame for my current situation. I mean shit, no one's perfect we all make mistakes right? Continuing to pull myself off of the unforgiving ground I can already see the red welts that are sure to turn into wicked bruises. My poor breasts didn't fare any better. Deep scratches and broken skin will form new scarring that will add to my already abundant collection of battle scars that female addicts receive, when they get high with the wrong people. I vividly remember how last night happened. "Hey what's up? Are you from around here?" I saw the three guys who looked to be around my age as I was walking around the transit station trying to score some junk. "Excuse me, hey girl what's your name?" "My names Brianna. Do I know you?" I answered sharply. "No, no you don't know me, but I want to get to know you" The tallest of the guys said to me. He was about 6' 0" tall skinny build, brown hair and blue eyes and kind of anxious. If it wasn't for the scrapes, scabs and scratches that are often the telltale sign of a "user' I would say that he was kind of cute, so I decided to play for a little while. "What's your name?" I asked. "Jason, but my friends call me J." "Well hi Jason," I said. "It's nice to meet you." "What are you looking for?" I thought for a moment that he might actually be interested in me. Who am I fooling. When I left the shelter in the early evening. I was decked out in the latest druggie chic. My only pair of black leggings that fit a little too tight, but in all the "right places". A second hand shirt with Mickie Mouse on the front of it. However, Mickie's ears appeared larger due to my over-sized breasts, and a pair of very dirty UGG boots that were pretty much unrecognizable. Uncombed blonde hair that hasn't been washed in a week that I pulled into a pony tail completed the ensemble. The one thing that the drugs hadn't take away from me yet, was my statuesque body, which has served me very well when I had no money to feed my addiction. "Junk" I simply said. Junk being the common street name for Heroine. "Hold up, I got what you need. Follow me to the tracks." "Okay" was my simple reply. I know that it wasn't the smartest idea to walk down to dark railroad tracks with three men that I don't know, but when you are feeding an addiction all logic goes out of the window. "Hey we are out" he yelled to his two friends and they quickly followed. "What the fuck is this? Why do they need to come?" "Don't worry baby," He said. They are only coming to keep an eye out while you take your ride. "Don't fuck with me" I tried to say in my most menacing voice. "Look do you want it or not? Because if you don't" he started to turn his back and walk away. I quickly grabbed his arm and shrieked "No wait" "Let's do this" I said with a nervous smile. Jason looked at me with a devilish smile and motioned with his hand for me to continue. We walked for about 10 minutes on the track until we came upon a trail that led to a forested area. We walked on the trail for about 5 more minutes until we came along an old shabby shack. "After you." Jason said. I looked at him and then at his other two friends and let out an audible sigh before I entered the tent. Inside the tent there were clothing strewn here and there. There was a pile of used syringes shoved into a tin coffee tub, 2 sleeping bags, a jar of vaseline; weird I thought to myself and a blue tarp that outlined the ground of the shack. I overheard the three men whispering to each other outside of the shack until Jason finally stuck his head inside and said "Make yourself at home" Jason and his two friends came inside of the tent. The shortest one, a meth-mouth impish looking blonde guy sat crossed legged next to me. "Ohh my" I said. In my search for junk I must have completely blocked him out of my mind. He is defiantly larger than Jason and he doesn't wear the mask of a junkie. Instead, he has model good looks smooth caramel colored skin. His face was impeccably outlined with a stylish beard and low cropped hairstyle. His big deep brown eyes completed a smoking hot package. You could tell that he works out as his shirt was straining to contain the muscles that rippled beneath it. He leaned against a wall and observed the scene in front of him. Jason reached for a small box next to the syringes. I must have missed it during my initial scan of the shack. "Give me you arm" said Jason. He opened the box and pulled out a fresh syringe "Safety First" muttered Jason" He then pulled out a small flexible rubber hose which he wrapped around my arm "Hold still" said Jason. I didn't notice Jason's friend heating up a graham of junk in a bent spoon with a butane torch. Jason gave his friend the syringe which he expertly filled up the needle with the contents of the spoon and handed it back to Jason. "Get ready to capture that dragon" Jason said as he plunged the syringe into my waiting vain. The feeling was instant. A wave of pleasure washed over me like a thousand wet tongues was simultaneously licking by body. My eyes closed and I fell back on the ground not caring about anything or any one in the world, but my own need to reach that elusive high. "Close the door" I heard someone say. "Pull her pants off" Jason ordered one of his friends. I felt my body being lifted as my leggings were savagely ripped down my legs. My panties and shirt followed and were thrown in a heap next to the used syringes. I felt my breast being roughly handled by several calloused hands. I felt fingernails digging into my body breaking skin as I lay helpless, unable to fend off my attackers. I saw Jason remove his pants and bring his cock close to my face as he roughly grabbed my hair. "Open your mouth BITCH" Unable to fight I relented to his wishes and opened my mouth. Without warning he shoved half of his cock into my mouth causing me to involuntarily gag. He pulled out of my mouth and sharply swung his hand down across my face and said "BITCH IF YOU BITE ME I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU" He quickly shoved his cock back into my mouth this time even deeper than before. "I'm going to fuck her raw" one of the other men said. As Jason continued to shove his cock down my throat I felt someone else position themselves between my legs. I looked up and it was the smaller blonde guy."This bitch is dry as a desert Mike" he grinned. Mike said "spit in your hand and rub it on her pussy dumb ass" The man didn't take Mike's suggestion and just pushed all the way in instead. Tears began running down my face because of the pain that had suddenly replaced my euphoric feeling. The man began sawing inside of me with reckless abandonment. I don't know why, but my body began to betray me. To my surprise I could feel my wetness running down my leg. At that moment I felt the man release his load deep inside of me. Without missing a beat I felt Jason rip his cock out of my mouth and quickly took his place between my legs and plunged his entire length into my tender pussy. "You like that don't you bitch" I heard Jason say through clenched teeth. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm cummminnnnggg" with one final stroke Jason unloaded the second load into my already overfilled pussy. "Turn the bitch over" I heard the voice that I now associated with the name Mike, said out loud. "I'm going to fuck her ass" I was roughly turned over onto my knees and put into position. "I'm going to need more than spit to get my dick up in that tight ass. Jason handed Mike the jar of vaselin that was laying on top of one of the clothing piles. Mike walked in front of me and pulled his cock out. "I want you to rub this on my dick" he said as he showed me the jar of vaseline. "Then I'm going to fuck you in the ass" He said as he held my chin in his hand. Whimpering uncontrollably and with tears rolling down my cheeks I quickly assessed the futility of my situation and began to do as I was told. Defeated I coated his cock with the vaseline. I must admit that Mike had an incredible cock. It was as thick around as my wrist and as long as one of my shampoo bottles. "Hurry up and fuck that BITCH" I heard Jason say while the other one snickered in the background. Mike's face hardened and his eyes narrowed "Shut up and leave" He said to the other two. I was surprised when Jason and the other man left without protest. I would have guessed that Jason was the leader of this crew of predators, but I was mistaken. "Please don't do this" I pleaded with Mike. "Shut up" he whispered in his silky deep voice. "Turn over?" "Wha What" I began to murmor. Mike's face softened a small smile began to form at the corner of his mouth as he brought a single finger up to his lips in a shushing gesture. "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH"Mike yelled. I was completely confused at that moment. Mike whisperd to me "Turn around NOW" This time I didn't hesitate and I turned around and lay on my back. I could hear the other two outside laughing and saying "Yeeeaa Mike FUCK THAT WHORE GOOD". "Relax"Mike whispered. "If you want my help then follow my lead" I quickly nodded as the effects of the H was all but gone now. With a piercing look into my eyes it was like he was looking directly into my soul. At that moment my body betrayed me for the second time that night and I got wetter than I could ever remember at any point in my life. Mike used this opportunity to lather two fingers in the wetness between my legs. Mike then went to work on my most sensitive area. Mike expertly manipulated my pussy and clit with his fingers, bringing out of me a scream and moan so loud that the two men outside probably believed that he had taken my ass. "Ahhhhhhh, OOOOOO, OOO GOD,MMMMMmmmm, im cummumg i'm cumming I OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH" I screamed and humped my hips up to his fingers as I was building up to the biggest orgasm of my life. "MIKE MIKE MIKE MIKE, I, I, I, IM CUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIING" with those last words I passed out from the earth shattering orgasm that I just received. "SHIT" Mike yelled as he exited the shack. "The bitch fell and hit her head. We need to get the fuck out of dodge" Jason and his friend took off up the path not waiting for Mike to follow. Mike took a seat on a nearby rock about ten yards away from the shack, but hidden by thick brush. Sunrise would be here soon. Mike sat on the rock and contemplated his next move. End Chapter -1