1 comments/ 57189 views/ 7 favorites Should Have Known... Ch. 02 By: bunnie1911 With no other warning, John pushed his cock into my pussy. My juices made the violation smoother than it would have been...but I still felt as if I was being torn apart from the inside. I'd never felt a man that thick before. He was stretching my canal beyond what seemed possible. It was.......amazing. I know I shouldn't have, but I loved it. His strange aroma, the feel of his hands on my hips, the pounding of his cock deep inside me. I was being taken by an animal, and much to my dismay, I was loving every minute of it. I planted my feet on the bed, trying to gain better leverage to push up against him. I could feel the roughness of his pubic hair scratching against my clit, and my tiny thong panties rolling against my hip, pulling tightly between by buttcrack. I bit my lower lip and moaned in ecstasy. I'd never just been fucked before, it was releasing someone I didn't know I was. "What a slutty little whore you are" John grunted, "look at you, trying your best to fuck a stranger's cock." "no..." I moaned this, I couldn't help it. I wasn't a whore, it's not like I did this all the time. This was only the third cock I'd ever had inside me. "Little. Fucking. Whore." Each syllable was punctuated with a slam of his cock deep into me. I sobbed a little again. I didn't want to be a whore, and I didn't want to stop. I wanted this feeling to keep going and going. Sex had never made me feel this carnal. I heard John breathing harder...it was now impossible to keep up with his pace while tied down like this, so I lay there, letting him hold my hips up and plow into me, his balls slapping crudely against my ass. I felt a second orgasm building, and I started praying to myself that he'd let me have it. Myself? Or to him? I'm sure something in me screamed out loud. He laughed wickedly, paused mid-trust as if considering, then pulled out. "No!!!" I cried out...this time knowing it was out loud. John walked to the head of the bed and ripped the blindfold off my eyes. I squinted, the light on the ceiling blinding me for a moment making me feel disoriented. I started to look around for him, and that's when I heard the grunt and felt the first spurt of hot jizz on my cheek. He stroked his giant cock next to my face and kept cumming...the second shot landed across my nose. I closed my lips tightly, I'd never let anyone cum on or near my mouth before. The third and forth shots hit my lips and chin. I pinched my lips even tighter and closed my eyes. I could smell the saltiness of his hot spunk on my face. I made me feel like vomiting. He leaned back a bit, I chanced a peek out of one eye hoping to prepare myself for what was next. That's when the doorbell rang. John pulled his pants up and fastened them. I sat there expectantly, waiting for him to unfasten the cuffs. ...I should have known better. I heard him talking quietly out in the hall. I'd completely forgotten the fact that he'd called someone earlier. Making note to keep my lips closed, I frantically tried to find a way out of my bindings. These things were impossible...I thrashed on the bed trying to work something loose all the while stealing glimpses toward the open bedroom door. John appeared again in the doorway, a look on his face that I understood all too well. He grabbed his camera and took a shot of me laying there in the bed, white liquid all over my face, pleading with my eyes since I was too afraid to open my mouth. I turned away, I didn't want pictures of this. "Woah," said a new voice, "Dude, John...are you sure this is okay. She doesn't look like she's into it." I sobbed a little...the new voice understood. He'd let me go so I could wash my face. "It's fine guys, just watch what this little whore does," with that he stuck two large fingers back inside my pussy. I still hadn't come down from the fucking he'd given me just moments before, and it didn't take long before my hips started bucking on their own accord, my second orgasm was only moments away. Wait...."guys"? What did he mean by "guys"? I looked toward the door again. There were three guys...all good looking, all staring at me as I John slid his fingers faster and faster inside me. A short blond guy already had his cock out in his hand. His cock didn't match his stature, it had to be at least eight inches long, and he could barely wrap his hand all the way around it. I felt my eyes widen with terror and lust. "Here Danny," I heard John's voice again, "You look like you're ready, and I know our new fuck toy is...dive right in!" My eyes tracked him as the short blond guy walked across the room, shedding his clothes. He was in great shape, even from my awkward angle I could see the definition of every muscle in his body. Danny kneeled at the end of the bed, and positioned his cock at the sopping entered to my pussy. He looked at me as if for confirmation. Without thinking, I nodded...my pussy was so empty, and I was SO close. I needed to be filled, I needed to cum...and at least this guy was going to be nice about it. He entered slowly, he wasn't as wide as John, but he was longer, I felt the head slowly move into me until it bottomed out against my cervix. Danny gasped and sat still for a moment. I could feel his cock twitching inside me. He pulled slowly back out again, as if he was trying to feel every inch of me from the inside. I moaned. It was all he needed...he started pounding into me with a power I wouldn't have expected from a man his height. I closed my eyes and willed my orgasm into fruition. I felt something slapping me on the cheek with no cum. I opened my eyes again. One of the other men was standing naked next to me, cock in hand slapping me in the face with it. He was chubby, not fat...but he had a bit of a gut. His cock looked almost exactly like my boyfriend's...just over six inches long and about as wide around as one of those big-stick popsicles. "Open up whore, I don't want to have to wait for your pussy" he spat. I shook my head. There was no way I was doing that. Ever. I don't care how good the fucking felt. "I think someone needs to learn a little lesson about being a fuck toy" said the same guy, still slapping my cheek with his cock as he reached and untied my corset. My breasts spilled out almost immediately, the soft pink nipples hard with arousal. Chubby used his free hand to maw at my right breast, needing the globe as if it were dough. Danny chuckled, and I glanced down to see him staring at my breasts, if it were possible, I'd swear I could feel him get harder and longer in my pussy. Chubby set the head of his cock down on my lips, rubbing Johns spunk around with it. "Open up sweetie," he sang, twisting my nipple hard, making me gasp. Before I could even finish taking in air, he'd shoved himself into my mouth. Letting go of his cock, he grabbed my hair, twisting my face toward him, leaned down and whispered for only me to hear..."If I feel teeth, I'll cut this pretty breast off. Got that?". I sobbed again, and nodded, trying to open my mouth as wide as possible. I'd never sucked a cock before, and I was so afraid of hitting him with my teeth. Danny chuckled again..."Knew you'd get her to open up Frank," he almost sounded like he was cheering. Through my tears I saw John moving around again with the camera. Snapping photos of my violation from different angles. Frank thrust deeper into my throat, still holding my hair, and I gagged a little. The salty, bitter taste of John's semen combined with Frank's meat on the back of my tongue was more than my gag reflex could suppress. I felt another set of hand groping my left breast and pulling and tugging at the untied corset to get it out from under me. I tried to turn to see the guy, but Frank's hand held my head firmly in place. The orgasm that had been building since my first fucking finally swelled over me, I was drowning in sensations from the cock in my pussy and in my mouth, and the hands on my body. It was intense, and I knew it was to be the first of many more...these guys showed no signs of letting up. Danny grunted and shoved hard into me...I could feel splashes of his jizz inside me. He pumped a few more times as if for effect, then backed away off the bed grinning from ear to ear. He walked over next to my right, pushing Frank's hand off my breast. My pussy felt sore and empty...and begging for more. Frank pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. "Here Danny-boy, get yourself cleaned off." Frank pulled my head toward Danny's softening member. Before I could protest, Danny was gliding smoothly in and out of my mouth. It was the first time I'd ever tasted my own juices...they were sweeter than I thought, far sweeter than John's load of cum had been. "Jesus Danny" I heard Frank's voice at the foot of the bed, "You left a wet gaping hole here, what am I supposed to do with the slut now?" "I'm sure you'll figure something out," laughed John somewhere in the room. Snap. The camera was going off again. I felt someone's cock in my hand, just gliding back and forth...I heard another voice asking John how long they had to play with their toy. Danny was starting to get harder in my mouth, it became more and more difficult to breathe, and I started having to time it around in thrusts....pump, inhale, pump, exhale....it was all I was focused on for the moment. So I didn't feel Frank's course fingers teasing around in my pussy. It barely registered when he spread the mix of Danny's cum and my juices down around the bud of my ass. I did feel him pump into my pussy a few times, but mostly just because I felt myself lurch up on the bed. When he stopped, I didn't care, I figured he'd given up. Once again...I really should have known better. I don't even remember the first sensation, I do remember screaming around Danny's cock and Frank crudely shoved his cock straight into my ass with one fast motion. The searing pain shot through me, and I felt that I must have been torn in half. But with Danny's cock in my mouth, my screams must have just sounded like loud moans. The guys all laughed. I felt Frank pause mid thrust and heard the camera go off again. A face floated before me, it must have been the other guy. He was dark, Latino I'd guess, and he had a large scar down one cheek. He was grinning madly and watching closely at my reaction...timing a pinch of my nipple every time Frank buried himself in my bowel. "Oh she's a fun one" the Latino guy laughed, then bent down and started sucking on my left breast, moving his hand down to play with my clit. The pain in my ass was subsiding, and amazingly, starting to feel good...it helped that my clit was being massaged and my nipples toyed with. I started actually sucking on Danny's cock instead of just letting him fuck my face. If it was going to happen anyway, I might as well enjoy it, right? I mean...it felt so damn good. I started squeezing and rubbing the cock in my hand...but didn't dare move my hips for fear that Frank's cock would start to hurt me again. John's voice was in my ear..."I knew you were nothing but a cock whore from the moment you messaged me back, I'm happy we can help you learn what you truly are." Yes...I thought...yes....I do love this. I love holding this cock, and sucking this cock, and fucking this cock...all of them. I wanted to feel all of them fucking me. In every way possible. John was right...I was a cock whore. I wish I'd known... -------------------------------------------- To be continued? Should Have Known... Ch. 03 I lay there, tied to my bed, a cock in my left hand, another in my mouth, and one buried in my ass. The man I'd trusted and let into my house walked around the bed snapping pictures of my body being exposed and abused. My mind was racing, in a total panic...I was being used as a toy by these men, like a blow up doll. They didn't care if I was enjoying it, or if I wanted it...but I did. As much as my brain was saying no, my entire body was screaming yes. I sucked down hard on Danny's giant cock, he'd bottom out in my throat, choking the air out so that I couldn't breathe. I was trying to hard to time my breathing while still sucking greedily. When he'd pull out I'd flick my tongue over and around his head, teasing him while trying to buy time to gasp for air. I jacked at the cock in my hand, it had swollen so that I could barely touch my fingers around the shaft. The latino man's lips pulled and tugged at my left nipple in time with my ministrations. Jolts of electricity shot through my body as he rubbed and flicked the small nub of my clit. Frank plowed roughly at my ass, his loud grunting paced to time with his balls slapping against my tail bone. As the pain subsided I actually started to feel myself grinding back against him. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying being stretched by this man, being filled in a way I hadn't before. Danny's cum continued to leak out of my pussy, dripping down and providing constant lubrication for Frank. It was glorious. John walked back into my view, camera held high. I moaned around Danny's cock as he came in close for a shot of my face. Even that was turning me on...knowing there would be pictures of me being the dirty little slut that I am. John lowered his camera, grinning wickedly. "Tony," John started, and I felt the mouth leave my nipple, "You can't really be satisfied just fucking her hand...I have an idea." John popped the release on the strap around my right hand, Tony did the same to my left. Free from the restraints, I still continued to jack of Tony, and moved my right hand to massage and pull at Danny's balls. "Oh yeah," Tony moaned, "you found the perfect whore John." "Get her feet too, we're going to flip her over." Danny pulled out of my mouth, stepping back. I whimpered a little at the loss, but Frank was still pounding madly into my bowels. Tony pushed me up, and I wrapped my arms around Frank's neck, grinding down into him. He chuckled deeply and bit down hard on my neck. I came almost instantly, clenching down on Frank's cock. His hands were on my ass, supporting me as I collapsed against him. I felt light headed and dizzy...I heard Frank grunt hard and felt his jizz splash against the walls of my ass just before the world went dark. I must have passed out. When I came too I was lying on top of Tony, my head resting on his chest. I could feel him moving slowly into my pussy, gently and yet hungrily. My panties and nylons were gone, I couldn't believe I didn't remember them being taken off. I was now completely and totally naked in a room with four strange men. It turned me on immensely. I started to sit up, to push down on to Tony's dick. But as I leaned back I felt resistance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw John standing there at the end of the bed. He had stripped his clothes off at some point. Cock in hand, he pressed against my ass, lightly stroking up and down his shaft. "John, no!" I whimpered, "I can't do that!" "You can and will, slut." John said lustily, "Now bend down again and take what's coming to you." "I don't think I can..." I whimpered, a little sob escaping my lips. "You don't have a say, you're a fucking toy. You know this, I know this, we all know this. Look at you, you're sitting there grinding against a guy you don't know...cum leaking out of your ass." "No...I didn't ask..." "You did. You begged. And I gave you what you begged me for, now I'll take what I want!" With his left hand, John forced me down, pressing my face against Tony's chest. Tony wrapped his arms around me, pinning mine to my sides, holding me in place. He was balls deep up my cunt, but had stopped moving thrusting in and out. "It'll be all right," He whispered, "Just relax and let him slide in, trust me, you'll love it." John moved with slow deliberation. While my asshole had been spread wide by Frank's earlier rough usage, it was by no means expanded for John's wide member. He rubbed the head of his cock around the rim, both teasing and scaring me. I clenched a little in anticipation...something Tony noticed. "Relax honey," he cooed, "it's going to happen no matter what, be open to it." I pressed into Tony and concentrated on relaxing all my muscles. John pushed the head of his cock into me and I could feel myself expanding to accommodate him. He moved back and forth, inching his way further and further into my ass until I could feel the roughness of his pubic hair tickling my skin. Tony and John started moving in time with each other...pulling and and pushing in with a rhythm that was well practiced. The pain was agonizing. I couldn't move at all, I was pinned between these men, stuffed and filled. And yet...I couldn't have wanted anything more. I could already tell this was going to make me cum again...and again. I wanted it, willed it. I tried to push back, to grind into them...but there was nothing I could do aside from lay there being used. Danny kneeled down above and to the left of Tony's head, giant dick in hand...Frank mimicked his position to the right. Frank grabbed my roughly by the hair, pulling my head up so that I was at eye level with their cocks. "You know what to do, bitch...do it!" he spat, shoving his meat toward my lips. I flicked my tongue out hungrily, lapping at the pre-cum that glistened in front of me. Tony reached up and began mauling at my breasts, teasing and kneeding them...but also supporting my weight so that my hands were free to grab onto the cocks in front of me. And I did...stroking them and sucking them to the pace of my fucking. I alternated back and forth between Frank and Danny. I was able to handle Frank much more so I would suck his cock down my throat and flick my tongue out over his balls. Danny was so much bigger, I'd leave my hand wrapped around his shaft so I could jerk off whatever I couldn't fit in my mouth. Tony pinched and twisted my tortured nipples, setting my already raw nerves on fire. John smacked my ass, hard, and I squealed a bit around Frank's cock. This seemed to encourage him, and he smacked my ass again on the other side. "Fuck," slap, "Ing," slap, "Whore!" slap. "Yes!" I cried out, releasing Danny from my mouth, "I am, use me like the whore you know I want to be!" The heat of my ass cheeks now matched the heat of my lust. I sucked down onto Frank's cock with wanton abandon. I no longer cared that it was rape...I no longer cared that this was something good girls didn't do...I was no longer a good girl. I came again there, for what time I'd lost count...the orgasm causing me to scream around Frank. It was too much for him and he started spurting into my mouth. Frank grabbed the back of my head as I tried to pull away, "Swallow it whore. Prove you're a toy worth fucking." And I did...as much as I could. Some escaped, drizzling down my chin and dripping on to the pillow. I kept sucking, milking whatever I could out of him. His semen tasted like salty stale beer, but I found myself wanting more. When his dick began to soften I moved over to Danny, hoping to get him to do the same. Frank picked up John's camera and started snapping more pictures. I looked directly his way as I sucked on Danny...I was no longer afraid of being on display, I loved it. John called for Frank to come over. He slowed in his merciless pounding of my ass to pause and allow for some pictures to be taken showing me impaled on two separate cocks. Once the pictures were done to his satisfaction he began pumping into me again roughly. It only took another minute before he was cumming hard into my ass. He pulled out, letting the last few spurts hit the reddened skin of my butt cheeks and ordered Frank to take more pictures. Free from being pinned, I started grinding down onto Tony, while sucking on Danny. Another orgasm hit me hard, and I could feel the walls of my pussy spasm around Tony, clenching and releasing, milking his cock. At the height of ecstasy I looked up at Danny pleadingly... "Fill me back up Danny, please," apparently I do beg..."fuck my whore ass." With a grin he jumped off the bed and positioned himself behind me. He didn't even pause to make sure it was ready, he just thrust himself deeply inside me holding both my hips for support. I came again...I didn't even know it was possible, but I did...I felt like I hadn't even finished my last one. Tony moaned loudly in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me down toward him. I could feel him filling my cunt with his hot juices. I ground back against Danny at the same time, willing him to cum inside my ass. And as Tony was laying there, kissing me gently along my neck and collar bone, that's just what Danny did. Danny moved away, and Tony lifted me off his spent cock, laying me gently on the bed. John snapped some more pictures, laughing quietly as they all got dressed. I lay there splayed out on the bed, cum leaking out of my holes. I was numb in my euphoria, I didn't care what happened next...I'd never felt so good in my life. I heard the men leave without another word. I glanced at the clock...five...I still had an hour to shower and change the sheets. Should Have Known... Ch. 04 Six months have passed since my horrid mistake on my anniversary. Once I'd cleaned everything up and gotten some sleep I realized what a horrible thing I'd done. I'd not only cheated on my boyfriend Robert, but in an exceptionally dirty manner. I felt gross, I couldn't even bring myself to let him touch me. Eventually I'd burned everything from that night...the sheets, the lingerie, the tie down straps...I couldn't bring myself to have any reminders in the house. For a while, I would jump at every sound, certain that John and his gang were there again, waiting to use my body. When I left the house it was only to go to work or the store. My boyfriend tried to get me to go out, but I was too afraid I'd see one of them, so I told him that I was too tired or had a headache. We ended up fighting. A lot. Yesterday, he left me. I came home early, having just lost my job because of poor performance and found a moving van outside. I skirted shyly past the men carrying boxes and furniture...keeping my head down in case one of them were the guys from my rape. I'd glance quickly at their faces as I passed, just to be sure, but still bee-lined for the door. Robert was standing in the kitchen, talking on his cell phone. He didn't hear me approaching over the noise of the movers. "I know it's a shitty way to leave hun," he spoke softly into his bluetooth, "but you know how it's been here...and you know I'll be happier there. Yes. Yes, I know. I'm leaving a note with the number for that therapist you mentioned. Yes. I'm sure she'll be fine, I wouldn't leave like this if I wasn't. I love you too, see you in a few hours." I gasped quietly and ran back toward the front door. I bumped into a man on my way out. I couldn't even see through the tears, he wrapped his arms around me to help steady me...I started sobbing and screaming at the same time. I couldn't form coherent words, I just wanted to get away. I tried to beat at the man, so he released me. "Crazy bitch" he muttered, picking up the last box in the living room and walking back out. Robert came around the corner, note in hand. "You weren't supposed to be home yet." He stated flatly. I couldn't hear any emotion in his voice. "I lost my job..." I said, choking back a sob. "Yes...well..." he handed me the note..."here. And um...sorry." That was it. He walked out. I suppose this was another thing I should have known. But I stood there in shock for a moment staring out our open front door, watching him get in his car and follow the moving van down the street. I was not really registering what was going on. Had I really been that horrible to live with? I suppose I had. But I couldn't tell him what had happened to me. He would have left me. He left me anyway. I should have done something different. What? I don't know...something. Suddenly, I felt sick. I ran to the bathroom and threw up twice. Then I sat there on the floor crying. I couldn't tell you for how long. When I finally calmed down, I took a shower, washing the salt from my face. Feeling minimally better, I walked back out into the hall. I could see my open front door...darker now, the street lamps were lit. An urgent shock hit me...I'd left my door open! I ran over and slammed it shut. Locking both the deadbolt and the doorknob. I leaned against it, panting, saying a silent prayer to God for change. "Please, God, please give me a different life." I finished wrapping my hair in a towel, and pulled on my bathrobe. Pouring myself a coffee-cup of wine (Robert took all our wine glasses), I carried it room to room surveying the damage. He'd taken so many things I'd thought were ours, and what he took made no sense. In the living room, he'd left the couch, coffee table, and entertainment center...but taken the love seat and throw rug. In the den he'd taken the couch and bookshelves, left the stereo equipment, but none of the music. The kitchen was in shambles...I decided to finish that survey later. The bedroom still had our bed, but it was stripped of the satin sheets he'd bought, and he'd taken our dresser, dumping my clothes out on to the bed. The mirror was still there...I stared at myself in it for a while. Hating the girl looking back at me. How had I become so pathetic? In disgust, I threw a blanket over the mirror and walked out. Our office was the worst...he'd taken everything, leaving only my computer sitting on the old desk we'd stored in the garage and my chair. The computer was off, cables and everything hanging about. It was obvious he'd just lifted the whole thing off our nice desk and dumped it on the old one. The rest of the room was barren. I stared at the computer and thought about criagslist...about everything I'd done to lead up to this...I started feeling like I was going to cry again, so I turned quickly out of the room. I deposited my coffee cup on the kitchen counter, something Robert would have never let me do, and went to blow dry my hair. A few minutes later I came out of the bathroom again...feeling a little more like myself...but still in shock. I stood in the hall uncertainly...I had no idea what I was supposed to do now. That's when I saw a glow from the office. My heart racing, I crept toward the door...it was cracked slightly...though I was certain I'd left it open. I pushed it open slowly, ready to run if I had to...the room was still just as barren as before. Only now, my computer was on. I walked around the desk to look at the screen...what I saw there made my heart stop. It was me, smiling up at the camera, dick in my mouth, drool and cum dripping down my chin. In the background you could see my hand wrapped around another cock and in the mirror you could see a reflection of a guy just on the verge of entering my ass. Along the bottom of the picture there was a message... "We've been wondering when our toy would be home alone again..." I screamed...loudly...this couldn't be happening. Frantically, I ran around the house, checking doors and windows. The front door was still closed...I ran to the back...the bedroom window was open, I slammed it shut quickly and locked it. Desperately, I looked around for the phone to call the police...Robert had taken the bedroom phone! I ran to the kitchen...that one was gone too...the office? Gone...I had no phone! I thought frantically...my cell! I'd dropped my purse by the front door. I ran down the hall again and froze. My front door was open. I saw my purse laying in the entry way...I could grab it and run for my car. It wasn't far...I could go to a friend's can be safe. I stood there for a moment, listening...trying to figure out what to do. I heard a noise behind me. I ran. I got to my purse, not even slowing down, I just swooped it up and leapt over the door frame. I felt the wind knocked out of me as I hit something solid. Frank was standing there, arms around me. He dragged me roughly back into the entry way and slammed the door. "Caught her!" he bellowed, slipping his right hand into my bathrobe. I struggled as well as I could against him, but he held fast to my left breast. "Just like I remember," he sneered. I glanced up and saw John walking down the hallway from the bedroom. He was dressed in a mover's uniform. The same company Robert had left with. "When I saw the address on the work order this morning, I just knew it was going to be the best day ever." John laughed. "No, John...please. It was a mistake. I'm not that girl. I don't want to be that girl." I was crying again...a tear-less cry of someone who'd cried too much today. John shrugged...like he didn't really care...and walked into the living room. Frank lifted me up off the ground, carrying me after him. When we were standing in front of the couch John turned and removed the belt from my bathrobe. He took a handkerchief out of his pocked at stuffed it into my mouth, interrupting my pleas to be let go. He then tied the belt of my robe around my head, effectively silencing me to just the smallest of whimpers. My robe now open, Frank pulled my arms behind my back, exposing me to John. "I see our little toy has let her pussy hair grow out. This is not okay with me. From now on, you will keep yourself much better groomed, or I will have to punish you." Frank laughed...as if the idea of punishing me made him happier than the idea of fucking me. John started to strip off his clothes and when he was completely bare he looked up and smiled at me again...a mean smile. I couldn't help myself, I stole a glimpse between his legs. I thought maybe I'd remembered the girth of his cock wrong...after all I'd remembered it as being huge...I hadn't. It stood there, point straight out at me. A monster, clear liquid glistening at the tip. I felt a shiver travel up my spine...one of fear and also of excitement. My head was screaming no...my sex though...it was already betraying me. "You know you want this," John said, "I can smell your desire from here..." I couldn't let this happen again. I kicked out at him with all my might...he saw it coming though, and all I succeeded in doing was throwing Frank off balance. It was all I needed...I planted my feet on the couch for leverage and pushed back. I felt Franks arms free me as he flailed wildly for balance. I turned, hoping to jump over the arm of the couch, but John caught me by the hair. "Punishment for the little bitch it is," he spat, pulling be back toward him. John wrapped his arms around my arms and chest while Frank grabbed my kicking legs. Frank had grabbed a roll of packing tape that had been left on the coffee table...with it they bound my arms and legs so that I couldn't move. They carried me over to the coat closet by the front door, threw me in and slammed it shut. I heard the front door open and close again. I tried to push the closet door open, but they'd wedged it from the other side with something. The closet was small, maybe two square feet. I couldn't stand up fully because of the shelf above my head...and I couldn't crouch down to see under the door. It was pitch black except for the sliver of light by my feet. I felt panicked and scared. I tried to sit, but because of my bindings I only wound up wedging myself half way down the closet. I cried a lot, sitting there in the dark, listening to the movements in my house. I cried a whole lot... I could hear someone moving around the house, but I couldn't tell what he was doing. My muscles were starting to ache from my wedged position. I tried working at the tape, but it was no use...they'd made sure of that. My robe hung loosely around me, keeping parts of my body warm...but I was cold, and had the pointed nipples to prove it. I could feel the handkerchief slowly edging it's way to the back of my throat. My entire focus then became keeping that slip of cloth from choking me to death. How long I was in there, I don't know. But when the door opened it took a long time for my eyes to adjust. I could just make out Frank's face as he lifted me from me wedged position and set me on the couch back in the living room. "You're not going to be stupid about this are you girley?" Unable to talk, I just shook my head. I didn't want to get locked in the closet again, and I was praying that he'd take the gag out. "You've really got a fine-ass body, you know that? I haven't stopped thinking about you since you passed out with my cock up your ass." My pussy twitched at his comment. Just one single muscle spasm. I hoped he didn't notice the shiver it sent up my spine. He did. Chuckling, he reached out to maul at my breasts again, twisting the erect nipples, teasing them...and me. I moaned a little, and instantly looked away in shame. I couldn't believe how easily I reverted back to that carnal mindset. I refused to give in like that. I tried to pull away...but couldn't really move much with my bindings. "Tell you what...I'll take that nasty old rag out of your mouth if you promise to be good. Can we agree to that?" I nodded quickly. I wasn't sure what "be good" meant, but I also wanted to be able to breathe better. Breathing was worth the risk of Frank's definition of good. He leaned me forward gently...I was surprised since he'd been the roughest of the guys previously...and undid the tie behind my head. I spit the handkerchief out into my lap, and he used part of my robe to wipe it away softly. I looked at him with surprise. "I'm not a bad guy you know..." he smiled, "I just like a certain kind of sex." "Well..." I started, thinking this over, "thank you for taking that out. I told you I'd be good...and I will...I won't call the cops, and I won't hurt you...just please let me go." "Now see...that's a problem," he got up and walked to the kitchen, "I promised John I'd look after you while he was gone, and he'd be awfully mad at me if he came back and you weren't here. He rather enjoys you when you let out your inner cum slut." "Please..." I didn't care about begging now, my mind racing, "Please Frank...I'm not that girl...you should see what a wreck I've been since that day. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't have...you know...relations....my boyfriend left me because of what you guys did to me..." I broke down into another sob. "Awww...honey," Frank said, coming back into the room with two glasses of water, "we didn't do anything you didn't ask for in the end...and if you didn't want him to leave, maybe you should have let your slut out to keep him. I know I couldn't resist that side of you." This gave me an idea! "Frank...if I...if I suck your...you know...if I suck it and make you happy...will you let me go?" I'm ashamed to say the idea kind of turned me on. Frank got a strange glint in his eye and stood up. "Only one way to find out." He sat me up at the edge of the sofa...arms still taped behind my back, and legs together in front of me. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his meat. He wasn't hard yet...but he wasn't soft either...he started stroking himself in front of my face. I glanced around hesitantly...I could feel myself getting a little excited at the thought of sucking Frank off...but at the same time...did I really want to go down this road again? I rationalized with myself that if I did this, I could avoid whatever John had planned for me...and with that, I stuck my tongue out and flicked it over the tip of Frank's penis. That was all the encouragement he needed...he started pushing his hardening member deeper into my mouth. I sucked down on it as best I could, trying to work my tongue around the shaft. Frank put both hands on the back of my head and started thrusting into me more forcefully. I couldn't do much of anything but open my mouth and let him use it...which is what I think he really wanted anyway. "Oh yeah..." he moaned, "take my fucking cock you slut...remember what you're best used for." I choked a little as his head hit the back of my throat, then moaned a bit. I hadn't realized it until now, but my hips were grinding back and forth on the sofa cushion. Frank noticed though...of course Frank noticed... "Dirty little whore, trying to make yourself cum like that? Yeah...little cum slut likes taking my cock doesn't she?" I moaned again, my throat restricting around him as he shoved deeper toward the back of my mouth. Instead of gagging, I tried to swallow...hoping that would please him enough that he'd let me go. It pleased him...that's for sure...I felt the first jet of his spunk go straight down my throat. He pulled back and filled my mouth with the rest...holding me still despite my attempts to pull away. "Show me." Frank demanded, "I want to see my jizz all over your whore tongue." I opened my mouth, not daring to stick my tongue out for fear it'd dribble all over me. He looked down and laughed again. Then told me to swallow it as he walked out of the room. As soon as he was gone, I spit it into one of the water glasses. I didn't want to be that girl. The couch cushion was wet underneath me, and I realized my pussy must be drenched. This scared me...I didn't want to get turned on by this kind of thing...it wasn't normal to be horny because of sexual abuse. Frank came back with a knife, and I felt my heart racing again...but he just set it on the coffee table and left again. A couple seconds later he came back with a bowl of water, shaving cream, my razor, and a towel. He set them all down on the coffee table and picked up the knife. "You're going to be good right? You promised." "Please Frank..." I found myself begging again, "I sucked your cock like you said...please just let me go." "First," he smiled, "I want you to shave your pussy for me." With that, he cut the tape from my wrists and legs. He spread a towel on the cushion next to me and moved me over to it. I sat there numbly as he pushed my legs apart, then spread shaving cream all over between my legs. He handed me the razor and sat back expectantly. I didn't know what else to do...he still had the knife sitting right next to him...so I started shaving. I moved slowly at first, my hands shaking with nerves...but soon I was shaving just like I used to, quickly and precisely. I accidentally grazed my clit with my thumb at one point...it felt enormous, and on fire. I started 'accidentally" doing that as often as I could. Soon, my puss was totally bare, but I was still running the razor back and forth, just above my skin...so I could touch my clit again and again. "I don't think we need that any more..." Frank said, taking the razor out of my hand, "but don't you dare stop." At first I wasn't sure what he meant...then I realized...he'd known all along I was touching myself. Tentatively, I touched my clit again...slightly more forcefully this time, making small, firm circles with my index finger. I hadn't had an orgasm or even thought about sex since the last time Frank had been in my house...and I'd forgotten how good it felt. I felt the warm tingling building in my abdomen, becoming stronger and stronger...I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations of my finger gliding over the nub of my clit. I felt Frank's finger slide into my pussy, moving firmly in and out...and I could feel the orgasm building. "Little whore going to cum for me?" My eyes shot open, remembering what was going on, and locked on to his. I could see the lust there, the animalistic passion...I knew he wouldn't stop if I asked him to...so I figured I might as well go with it. I ground down on his finger, raising my hips toward him so that he'd hit my g-spot just right. After all...I'd already sucked him off, it wasn't any sluttier to let him finger me, right? It's not like I was letting some new guy fuck me. I came....hard. My whole body seemed to feel it. I closed my eyes, and leaned my head back over the couch as Frank continued to finger fuck me through the orgasm. It felt amazing. I felt Frank move to sit next to me, his hand still buried in my pussy. His mouth enveloped my right breast, sucking and teasing the nipple. I rode out the high, grinding on his hand until the final wave of my orgasm subsided. Frank pulled his hand out of me and sat up. He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap, facing him. With one quick thrust, he buried his cock into my wet tunnel. I screamed...with fear, with passion, with the pain of having him so deeply inside me. I struggled for a moment to get away...my last desperate attempt at retaining my dignity...but Frank held fast around my waist. His mouth clamped down on my breast again biting into the nipple. It hurt in the best way I could imagine. I had no more energy to fight him...I was tried and hurt...and I wasn't strong enough to stop him anyway...so I decided to ride it out. Literally. I leaned back, bracing myself on his knees, and started rocking back and forth on my own. My freshly bare pussy tingled every time I rose up, moving away from Frank's belly exposing my sex to the cold air. I could feel the electricity jolting through me, and I gave in to it. Frank stopped me for a second to reposition so he was laying outright on the couch...that second was more than I wanted to wait. The need to cum again became tortuous...I closed my eyes and focused on my own personal goal. Should Have Known... Ch. 04 "Oh yeah...ride me you fucking slut!" he exclaimed, smacking my ass hard, "and tell me what a dirty little bitch you are." "I'm not...I'm a good girl...please, you just did this to me. I'm' just being good like you told me to." It sounded rational, right? Yeah...rationalizations are my specialty. "Tell me or I'll make you stop, and you can go back in the 'good girl' closet." "Please..." Frank slapped me across the face...hard. "Tell me!" "I....I'm such a slut," I sobbed a little, my face was on fire. "What kind of slut?" "A dirty little slut...I fuck men I don't know and let them cum where ever they want. I love being used as a fuck toy by strangers." As I said the words I could feel the fire that had been burning grow into a pure and total inferno. My orgasm didn't just wash over me, it consumed me. My skin was both numb and overly sensitive at the same time. I couldn't breathe and yet was panting. I started to feel dizzy, I felt my pace break as I seemed to lose the ability to control my arms or legs. I felt wholly one with my body and yet completely detached all at the same time. I felt Frank push me back and move on front of me again, jamming his cock back into my mouth to fuck it as he had earlier. I was there but I wasn't...I could feel every touch, every movement but I somehow felt totally disengaged. I could hear him cursing and calling me all sorts of foul things...but I knew now that it was true. It only took a couple of orgasms to get me right back to the place I was when he'd last been in my home. Instead of accepting it back then, I'd tried to fight it and ended up losing nearly everything. I started getting really angry at Frank....at frank and his whole group. Frank's hands had stopped having any sort of firm grip on me, I suppose he figured I'd given in. Well to hell with that, just because I was some sort of slut didn't mean I had to let THIS guy get his way...after all he was responsible for everything. I pulled away quickly, pushing back against him, throwing him off balance and taking him off guard. I wrapped my robe around me tightly and ran for the door. I could hear Frank screaming from the living room, I pulled to door open quickly and got all the way to the door of my car. As I was just about to pull it open I heard John's voice... "Someone's being a bad little fuck toy." I froze in my spot and turned toward him. John was standing in front of me, flanked by Danny and Tony. Danny had a large box in his arms...I could only imagine what it contained. I heard Frank's voice by the door and whipped around in time to see him appear in the door, holding a throw pillow from the couch in his crotch. I didn't even try to struggle as John and Tony grabbed me roughly by each arm and pushed me back inside. Tony took me back to the bedroom where John or Frank must have made up the bed. Danny followed with the box. Tony pushed me into the walk in closet and told me not to move, then shut the door. I could dimly hear John and Frank fighting somewhere in the house, I could only assume what Frank did wasn't part of his "assignment" to watch me. It wasn't long before Danny opened the door and came into the closet with me. He smiled gently down at me before sitting next to me on the floor. "You like how we make you feel, right?" Danny asked, reaching over to gently and slowly finger my still slick pussy. "Yes..." I whispered, ashamed to admit it, but not feeling I could lie to Danny. "And you like knowing you make me feel good, right?" He started moving his thumb in circular motions over my clit. "Yes..." I said slightly louder. It was true after all...Danny was nice to me, I liked knowing that he got something out of it too. "Do you like making the other guys feel good?" He slipped a second finger inside me. "I guess..." I moaned, arching my back slightly. "You guess?" He said, sounding disappointed and pulled one finger out of me. "They're so mean to me," I whimpered. "They're trying to help you discover your true nature...and they're my friends..." Danny frowned and pulled another the other finger from me, though he continued to massage me clit. "Well...maybe I like pleasing them too..." I whimpered...I didn't like not having the feeling of his hand rubbing my g-spot. "Maybe?" Danny asked, slipping just the tip of one finger into me...teasing so it just barely hit my g-spot. "Tony, I like making Tony happy!" I exclaimed, trying to push down on to Danny's finger. "That's a start I suppose," He pushed the finger all the way inside again, "But what can we do to make you want to make John and Frank happy too?" "Frank hits me..." I started, but feeling the finger move out again I quickly amended with "though I kind of like that..." Danny inserted a second finger, "And what about John...he did introduce you to the rest of us after all.." "Yes, okay...John too. I like making you all happy," I moaned, relishing in my reward of Danny's pinky finger slowly inserting into my ass. "I'm going to take you out there now, and we're all going to fuck you, you'll behave, right? You'll pleasure all of us and serve as our toy for as long as we see fit, yes?" "Yes." "I want to hear you promise." "I promise, Danny, to serve as your toy and as a toy to the other three as well. I promise to do as I'm told and to pleasure you in whatever way you see fit. Just please...please don't stop what you're doing." Danny chuckled and pushed into me harder, clamping his mouth down on one breast. He flicked his tongue over the hard nub of my nipple sending sharp spikes of energy through me. His hand worked expertly at my lower holes, gliding in and out, filling me and pleasuring me...amplifying a need I'd ignored for six months. As I felt my orgasm building the closet door opened again and John was standing there. Danny released my breast. "Tell him...tell him what you promised." "I am your toy, John...." I writhed on the floor focused wholly on Danny's hand. "and?" Danny's motions paused. "And I will do as I'm told and pleasure all four of you in whatever way you see fit." I groaned as a small orgasm spasmed through me. "Good girl," Danny said as he removed his hand and rose, "now stand up." I stood shakily...my body was exhausted from the days events...to stress, the orgasms, the physical energy of trying to run away. Danny took my hand and led me past John out to the bed. Tony and Frank were waiting there naked. Danny stripped his clothes, as did John. I felt myself blush a little, and looked down. I removed my robe, though it wasn't really covering me at this point any way, and made to lie down on the bed. I felt John's hand in my hair as he yanked me backwards. I stumbled, twisting to try to face him, and landed on my knees in front of him. "Suck it, bitch!" I heard laughter from one of the other guys, "prove your promise." I sucked his cock into my mouth quickly, not wanting him to get mad at me. I worked my tongue around his shaft first, trying to get it all wet. Then slipped my lips over the massive head of his member. I flicked my tongue on the underside and felt him twitch. I started sucking more and more of his shaft into my mouth until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I pulled back again, still sucking down hard, then started moving slowing back and forth, sucking with all my ability while moving my tongue around as best I could with something so wide. I felt someone crouch behind me, rubbing himself between my ass cheeks. He reached around to massage my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing even more, until some dripped down onto my calves. I heard Tony's voice in my ear telling me I was a good little slut. I moaned and pressed back into him, wetting his cock with my pussy juice. Knowing I was starting the beginning of what was sure to be my downfall into lust and degradation. And knowing that I was going to love every minute of it so long as they kept making me cum like they had before...