1 comments/ 31536 views/ 6 favorites The Darker Side By: vhornybimale It wasn't so much as just the lust, but more a genuine mutual attraction and a willingness to explore all that they could do for each other that Karina and Rob enjoyed so much about their relationship. It was based on a natural and unavoidable like-mindedness that had deep emotional respect attached. Karina seemed quite reserved to all that associated with her. Rob new her better though and whether it was a chemistry thing that changed her so that she became more relaxed and hedonistic around him, it was hard to tell, but what was certain was that her darkest desires were easily exchanged with him and by far the most powerful orgasms of her life were enjoyed as a result. Karina had opened up her entire body and mind to Rob; all of her was available. She knew that he could take her to a completely new level of fantasy fulfilment and life-experiences that she realised she could have gone through her entire life without knowing about. Every waking moment that she could have had without him would have been so less intense, so unfulfilling and so confusingly frustrating. She was happy and that made him happy. It was a cyclonic effect between the two of them that was so natural, enjoyable and so sexually intense. She was hoping that this weekend was to be a new level of fantasy fulfilment. She had spoken and written so often and openly to Rob about her desire to be tied up (slightly) against her will and being taken over and over again by at least two men. Both Rob and Katrina had already masturbated to very many orgasms over this thought. The fact that she was expecting Rob to visit her the next day brought butterflies to her stomach as she thought about the prospect that after a little more planning, they may be able to fulfil this fantasy some day soon. Rob was due in on a flight later the next day. He lived in a completely different country to her but nicely only two hours away and the budget airlines made commuting very easy and so the regular visits to each other kept their relationship fresh. They both worked hard and long hours. Karina worked restaurants and Rob's position as MD of a young company was very stressful which tended to dictate his workload for him. He was always very grateful for the flights to come around and so too then the ability to switch off his laptop and mobile phone for the duration so that he could unwind a little and meet Karina with his more relaxed personality regained. Karina lived in a modern apartment in the city. She often described it as "Just a large town" and she enjoyed the abundance of amenities a city supplied and the relative anonymity that the population and the apartment itself provided for her. It was Saturday; a rare Saturday off for her, and she had been to have her hair and nails done. Gentle blonde highlights in her long hair and a French manicure for her nails which she knew Rob told her complimented her very feminine, slender fingers. She parked her car in the underground parking of her apartment as she happily hummed along to the tune on the car radio that reminded her of the last time she met Rob at the airport. She switched off the car as the tune came to an end and sang the rest in her head as she walked to the lift. She was happy and she acknowledged this as she looked at her reflection in the mirrored walls of the lift as it ascended to the 4th-floor penthouse that she knew would be nice and warm in contrast to the damp and darkening day outside. She looked at her body as she took her jacket off under the in-lift lights and admired her own bra-less 36D cleavage stretching at her quite low-cut top and her eyes traced approvingly down to her small, firm ass which looked pleasing even by her own high standards in the denim mini-skirt she wore. She hoped that Rob would like the new stiletto shoes she had bought for his arrival the next day and the black underwear set that he had asked her to buy in readiness for his arrival and she smiled at the memory of Rob's request "You never know, Karina; there maybe an unexpected guest with us next time we get together and I think he should see what great taste you have in underwear as he cums all over you!" The doors of the lift slid open on cue from the electronic beep. The door to her apartment was the only one on the top-floor and this privacy was one of the main reasons for her buying it. The lift door was one side of a 15-metre corridor with her apartment door to the other. She loved this windowless tunnel as it magnified the exhilarating contrast that her apartment interior brought by the complete glass-walled perimeter that offered panoramic views of the city on entrance. She hesitated on her exit from the lift slightly as she checked for the door key on her key-ring and stepped out towards her apartment door and slid the key in the lock. Home at last, she looked forward to checking her e-mails and confirming Rob's fight time arrival which she wished could have been 24-hours earlier so that they could be together right there and then. Karina was beginning to miss him more and more in between trips to see each other and she wished it was him not her turning his key in the door right now. The attack took her completely by surprise. She dropped her bags as a hand covered her mouth from behind and applied very sticky Duck-tape which completely muffled her squeal of shock as an arm grabbed her simultaneously by the waist, also from behind, and prevented her from moving her arms as she was bundled through the opening door of her apartment. The attack was firm and rapid. A blindfold went over her eyes without the hands of her attacker moving from her mouth and waist and she thought her heart was going to beat out of her heaving chest as she suspected instantly that there must have been more than one man there then. Resistance was proving futile as her movement was restricted with comparable ease by her much stronger assailants' powerful arm-hold. "Get her inside!" commanded a male voice as she was pushed up face-first against her apartment wall. "God help me!" she thought "There are two!" She couldn't see, she couldn't scream for help and very quickly, she was becoming completely unable to fight off this attack. Her hands were held at the wrists and she could feel her arms being roughly bound at her elbows behind her back. "Don't scream, lady. Make a noise and you're dead!" She definitely did not dare make a peep, even as his hand was removed from her mouth, leaving her mouth taped shut. What would be the point? Her apartment was on the top-floor, her mouth was sealed and her neighbours below couldn't hear her even if they weren't away on holiday for the week. She did squeak out a little as a natural reaction to having her ankles grabbed off the floor to be carried through her own apartment against her will, but was reminded of the order when a hand again went over her mouth and she had her hair pulled as a warning. Her shoes were taken off as she tried to kick out and she heard a man laugh at her relatively pathetic attempts to break free from their control. She had no idea what was going to happen to her or how this would end; she just hoped that she would be okay. She was thrown onto the bed. Being carried horizontally and blindfolded was a little disorientating, but she recognised the firmness and familiarity of her own huge bed and bedding as she landed to have her top instantly ripped open by one of the men to expose her breasts, as the other attacker bound her right-ankle. Her apartment was warm and yet her ample firm breasts had reacted to this surprising attack by stiffening her pink nipples as firm and as sensitive as they could be. Her movement became more subdued and she was becoming embarrassingly excited as she squirmed and writhed on the bed with decreasing effect. Her right-leg was being tied to one of the posts of the bed and so she now only had her left-leg free. She had tired quickly from the shock of the whole situation and her efforts to break free. She couldn't see, she couldn't open her mouth, she could only move her arms from the elbow downwards and her right-leg was already tied in an open position to the bed-post and her tits were completely exposed. Her restricted senses seemed to increase her hearing ability and she could feel that her always-shaven pussy was very rapidly becoming moist as she heard what she believed to be her attackers undressing. A hand grabbed her left-ankle which unexpectedly closed her legs. However, at the same time, another pair of hands grappled with the button and zip on her mini-skirt and yanked it and her white lace panties down to her feet so that when her left-ankle was released, her leg sprung open and over them to reveal herself to these men she could not see. "HHHmmmmmmpppph!" she tried to scream through her taped mouth as she attempted to pull her knees together to cover herself and regain a little dignity. This was difficult with one leg tied straight and she could not see the swift, hard, open-handed slap from her left side to her left-buttock which served to restrain order. And another one from the same perpetrator, only this time the man on her right-side was forcing her knees apart roughly with his right-hand as his left-hand gently stroked the length of her right inner-thigh, directly contrasting to another hard slap to her ass. She was breathing very heavily now as the reality and indignity of her situation became clearer with every passing second. A hand of the attacker to her right grabbed at her breasts and firmly tweaked her stiff and sensitive nipples as another degrading, yet wonderfully stimulating slap landed on her now reddened left-buttock. She wanted to get free, but the ties were digging at her skin as she had her movements limited and was slapped and slapped again. Her breasts were also being played with very roughly so they were reddening too. Karina felt as though her whole body was being consumed by the rough, demanding hands of many men. A soft tie was being bound to her left-ankle now and she knew that from that moment there would be no escape and scarcely any movement possible. Her buzzing sex was opened and she lay panting and restrained on the bed at the complete mercy of her unknown intruders. Her buttock tingled from the slaps and was cooling against the bedding. Her nipples were throbbing and although sore from the uninvited attention they had so far received she yearned for them to be roughed up some more; her bald pussy was now getting wetter by the second and her level of embarrassment waned over a growing sense of excitement as time passed. She was very aroused and getting hornier. Her body lay prickling with excitement and she struggled to calm her breathing to listen for indications as to what might ensue. Was this her calm before the storm? Suddenly she had four hands all over her again, mauling at her body, some movements rough, some movements quite the opposite. She had her hair pulled, her legs slapped, her breasts kneaded, her nipples tweaked, bitten and sucked, her inner thighs stroked teasingly towards her very wet pussy and which oddly remained at that point untouched. She was pulsating with anticipation between her legs as her juices were now flowing, her lips very much parting and her clit had swollen to seek some attention. These sensations were heightened by the sudden addition of an erect cock slapping the left-side of her face, an action that she surprised herself by moving her sealed mouth towards, not away from. "Hmmphhh" she muffled in frustration as the cock she could not see slapped teasingly at the Duck-tape over her mouth. She now wanted that cock in her mouth and pussy, in fact anywhere inside her as her sexual frustration was getting ever higher. Slap! Another smack to her ass as she was bundled around by the other attacker down below as he too slapped at her with his own erect appendage at any naked skin that they chose. They were quickening their attentions as their own frustrations grew with hers. The Duck-tape was removed sharply, leaving a burning and yet cool sensation over the area it had been. Her mouth was immediately filled with the cock from the man on her left as the man on the right touched her pussy for the first time. She could feel her wetness being spread around the tops of her inner thighs and she sucked enthusiastically on the cock that was jamming her jaws. She had little option on sucking the cock that was in her mouth as she had her long hair pulled to keep her attention there and was being given some extra enthusiasm from the guy on her right who was intent on fingering her now willing pussy with two fingers already whilst thumbing her clit. She sensed movement from the man on the right and anticipated that the hand sex he had been forcing into her was about to stop at least temporarily. It did not. Instead, he worked his two largest fingers deeper and harder as he moved up to slap her face with his hard cock as she was forced to suck his acquaintance. "Suck it you dirty slut!" said one, she did not know who, as the blindfold and the face full of hard cock made it difficult to ascertain. "Suck that cock hard and get him ready to fuck your wet, tight pussy!" he insisted and he slapped her face and sensitive reddened nipples with his erect member, her hair being pulled with more vigorously with this demand. "Suck it, bitch!" she heard as her mouth and pussy raced each other sloppily to achieve orgasm first. The cock in her mouth was withdrawn leaving her lips and mouth tingling emptily for a few seconds. She could not move her arms to feel around very far but her right hand moved sufficiently from the elbow to reach and touch a man's leg to her right as he, whoever he was, forced his cock into her mouth as a replacement to the one removed. Again her hair was pulled as she had cock forced into her inner cheek and the fingers inside her were slipped out with the guilty assailant wiping copious amounts of cunt juices up and over her thigh and down her very sensitive body to rest at her pierced belly-button, open-palmed to hold her in position as if the ropes weren't sufficient restraint enough. She could feel a man between her legs and struggled to regain some form of control by trying to close her accessibility; the tight bindings on her ankles making it difficult and painful to do any such thing. This man was about to have her whether she agreed or not and her claims of refusal were muted by a mouthful of pumping cock being forced into her mouth. "Oh yeah..." whispered the man at her open legs as she felt the probing tip of his length nuzzle into position against her dripping labia. "Oh fuck, yeah..!" he moaned as he force-fed his meat into her. Her objections battling against her own increasing desire to be filled over and over again with these strangers spunk. He was in half way now with ease and her muscular barriers were no match for his rampancy as he held her hips and bit on her nipples and fucked his full length inside her as she sucked his partners' solid prick. She instantly started to moan unashamedly, overcome with desire for these two new uninvited mates in her bed. She had a mouthful of cock, was trussed against her will and was being fucked roughly by a man she had never seen. Her hips were pinned by his domineering hands as he fucked her for his own self-gratification and ironically she was rising to orgasm very quickly. Her senses were blocked and her sense of touch was electrified. Her internal walls were being abused and were burning from the activity to a point of orgasm that she had never experienced before. "Hmmmpfff! Ah, Ah, hmmmmpffffckk!" she wailed as she had the meat of two men beaten into her, her nipples either being chewed on or tweaked and pulled at by hand depending on the culprit. She was cumming and was prevented from expressing it as they fucked her holes in unison. "Enjoy it, bitch! You fuckin love it!" one said as they both took her as she came; their increasing demands building up another orgasm inside of her almost as quickly as the first. "Oooooommmmmmooooommmmm! Fuuuuuukmmmm!" she moaned as she came again as she heard how sloppy and wet both cocks were, especially the one hammering at her pussy as she flooded the bed with desire. "Yes, you fuckin' whore!" the lower attacker said, his strokes becoming quicker and deeper as he pleasured himself in her body. "Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Oh FUCK, yeeeeeah!" he cried as he pumped his seed into her unprotected passage, jet after jet shooting up her as he bucked uncontrollably to orgasm with her. She was cumming with him yet again, still with her throat-filled and her hair pulled roughly as their incessancy persisted. An uncontrollable, brief wave of guilt danced through her pleasure and temporarily reminded her of the reality of the situation that she was getting fucked, uninvited by two complete strangers. But she had always liked the passion that rough sex provided and being forcibly taken by two men was the pleasure she had not-so-secretly wanted for some time. "Your so good, bitch." he whispered as he finally pulled out his semi-erect cock from her slimy gaping hole for his mess to dribble out of her. The irony of this compliment being thrown at her when she lay tied down against her will was not lost on her. The man in her mouth said nothing when he pulled out of her mouth. She could at least breathe and attempted to regain something more from the humiliating position she was tied into, without success. The tag-team swapped positions and she was forced to suck her own pussy juices from the semi-flaccid meat that had just fucked her down below. Her sex was now being filled without consent by the rampant meat she had ironically, previously orally coaxed into an arousal to attack her messy snatch. The cock that was fucking her now, slipped easily into her gaping, seemingly willing and cum-soaked cunt. Her nerve-endings were numbing further as he began to have her for himself and she resigned her dignity to defeat as she concentrated her efforts on the cock that was attacking her facially and beginning to firm up some already. It was a role reversal of the intruders. The man inside her pumped away inside her and was even more rampant than the first, gripping at her restrained body, clawing at her ass and spreading the cum of the man who had spunked up her before him around and up her asshole as his slippery cock pistoned at her insides, spreading the man-mess that ran out of her and down to her ass to his hands She loved the anal attention and sometimes even preferred only-anal sex with Rob. Now she was getting fucked relentlessly and having what felt like at least two fingers up her ass lubricated with the seed of a man that was fucking her mouth. She was cumming again and it was impossible to restrain her emotions with the constant attention that the two men were demanding. She was their fuck for as long as they wanted and her body loved it. "UUUuuuuuggggh-ugh!" the second attacker grunted as he too blew thick streams up inside her fertile body without warning or care. Thick wads of hot jizz pumping into her tied-up body as his cock jerked, feeding her womb with his white, sticky fluid to mix with that of his friend. She felt him slip out of her and the cocktail of spunk dribble down the crack of her ass, over and around her fingered puckered hole and down to the ticklish area below. She was getting used by these men and her limbs were tiring of the restraints that bound her. If she could just be allowed to get freedom on the bed she would do anything. The mouthful of freshly hardened cock was removed and she slurped to swallow and gulped at the fresh-air that her panting lungs required. She had her own saliva streams down her face and neck and it was matting her newly-dressed hair. Mascara stains had also marked her pretty face, not from crying, but from the gagging effects of having her throat fucked against her control. She was still blindfolded and wondered how slutty she must have looked like this, trussed-up with cum dripping from her opened snatch and streams of tears and saliva all over her face. The Darker Side 'This is frustrating—no, this fucking sucks!' These were the thoughts of the scarlet haired beauty Sarah, staring at her bare self in the full length mirror. Starting from her fair face she sees her red hair, going that there is her deep-forest green eyes complimented by the natural light tan of her white skin. Then she sees her respectably sized chest on her lithe body, flowing to wide hips and cute bum which branches to her toned legs capping her at the amazing height of six feet. The only blemish being a small mole on her inner left thigh. Well, that and the rather large protrusion between her legs. Said protrusion being the large phallus hanging semi-erect from her crotch. Not to say Sarah didn't like her anatomy, she loved it in fact, but it just made things difficult sometimes. Though, she didn't always love her body. This has gone on for literally her whole life. Being that she was had this gift—she refused to think of herself as an 'anomaly', or 'accident'—at birth. Throughout her adolescent years she was urged by her mother to try and be herself, her father unfortunately wasn't as open-minded about it. He'd never hit her or treated her wrongly, but he was of the opinion that she should keep her gift a secret. So when she had a sleep-over at a friend's place when she was only a small girl, when her friend's mother accidently discovered her gift she was not happy. In Sarah's birth home in Washington State coming under local fire because of her it led to problems at home. Her father, being a well off doctor decided that he would rather move away and pay child support for her and her just a toddler sister. So a somewhat civil divorce occurred and Sarah's mother took her and her younger sister to Canada. From that day on Sarah would not trust anyone with her gift—her curse—with anyone. So given her near unnatural beauty and basically shutting everyone out, she came off as a stuck up bitch. Someone who everyone assumed thought was better than them. So throughout her schooling she barely had any fiends, probably being able to count them on one hand with fingers left over. So it was during her final year in high school that an accident occurred. An eighteen year-old Sarah was taking her time in a bathroom stall waiting for the rest of the girls to leave the change room. She had just finished her Phys Ed class and it was break for lunch. Sarah was smelling pretty ripe and wanted to have a quick rinse off so she didn't absolutely reek the rest of the day. The rest of her class finally cleared out and she snuck toward the communal shower, wishing again that these things had stalls built around them. Going as quick as she could getting the water on, she stripped down to finish the quick soak; failing to notice that someone else had a similar idea. "Holy Shit!" Whipping her head of the voice she saw one of her classmates staring wide-eyed at her, Beth, she thought. One of the more loner teens who hung out with some of the more 'punk rock' or 'goth' teens. Sarah realized where exactly the girl was looking, quickly she ripped her towel off the hook covered herself and ran past the girl to one of the stalls. That's where she began to cry. 'My life is so over again, why did I have to fuck up NOW! It was just one more year!' Sarah just kept crying for next while, she couldn't even guess how long she'd been in there, she didn't care. When she couldn't cry anymore she heard a voice. "Hey, are you okay?" It was Beth she realized, she'd been waiting out there. "Go away, just, just leave me alone." Sarah said with a hoarse, trembling voice. "Nope." Beth said simply. "What the fuck do you want? Money? Fine! Just go away!" she lashed out. "Look, I just want to talk, would you come out? It's just me, school's out for the day and the teacher's did the rounds a little while ago so no one but you and me." "What?" "Yeah, I told them your boyfriend broke up with you and you were having a moment. I said I was looking out for you so they bailed." "Why?" "Because, uh, well, cause I wanted to talk to you, you know, about you." The way Beth said that put Sarah off, "So what? You want to talk to the freak show? Get a few kicks out of the weirdo?" "Oh for fucks sake just come out! I'm not gonna tell anyone okay? You clearly didn't want anyone to know." Beth spoke in an exasperated tone. "And I've been out here playing guard dog for you, so come on, have a bit of faith." Could she really do that Sarah thought. Could she trust this girl simply because she asked her to? She may have been a little girl at the time but Sarah could still remember that people were upset because of the different plumbing that she was working with. She hadn't understood back then because her mother had been so understanding and open with her. So with her fear of opening up to people and the discovery of porn on the internet, Sarah had discovered that she was considered some freak of nature. Something any 'proper person' would never admit to enjoying or being interested in. People like her were simply treated as a pervert's fantasy, and almost all of the porn was freaking hentai! But this girl, Beth, was trying to talk with her, being quite civil now that Sarah had taken a few seconds to think on it. True, she did freak out when she saw her but honestly, who wouldn't be surprised to walk into a public women's shower and see a girl with a huge dick between their legs. Her heart was pounding in her chest thinking of opening the stall door. But if her life was over anyways might as— "Hey, are you gonna come out of there?" Beth's tone was surprisingly gentle. Sarah just looked at the door for a few seconds, "Okay." She replied quietly. Checking her towel, making sure she was still as decent as she could be, opened the door a peeked out, confirming that Beth had been true to her word, she was alone. Stepping out Sarah stood face to face with Beth, if she had to use one word to describe the girl she would use petite. The girl was pale, not unhealthily so, only a few shades lighter that Sarah's own were she to guess. Raven black hair styled in a bob-cut, whether it was dyed or not didn't matter, Sarah thought that it was gorgeous. Beth was also shorter, by a surprising margin, the girl couldn't be taller than five feet, maybe a little more. Beth was clothed in some simple black and grey short-shorts and grey tee-shirt respectively. "So, I guess you like what you're seeing huh?" The question knocked Sarah out of her reverie. Looking at Beth she had this quirky little half smile going on while stealing a quick glance at the blondes' crotch. Sarah looked down and saw that she was sporting a hard-on that had lifted her towel, exposing herself to the tiny girl. Sarah freaked when she noticed she was hard for the petite girl. "Oh my God!" Trying to run back to the stall a hand caught her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. "No, not happening, I did not wait out here for four hours so you can freak out and hide on me again!" Beth started to drag Sarah to some benches, struggling for a few seconds Sarah gave in, trying to cover her crotch while sitting down. With how large she was this was an impossibility. "Soooo, my names Beth, you're Sarah right?" "Why are you doing this?" Sarah said in a tired tone. "Doing what?" "This!" gesturing between herself and Beth, "Talking to me, not freaking out, and, and, not freaking out!" Beth had this immensely amused look on her face, "Well first, you said 'freaking out' twice and second I think you're doing it enough for the both of us." Sarah tried cutting her off, "But," Beth continued, "You wouldn't believe the whole truth even if I did tell you." Sarah got this upset look on her face, 'Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm going to get black mailed for who knows how long.' Beth noticed the look, and sat there for a second, "Answer one question and I'll tell you the truth." Sarah gave Beth a look, the raven-haired girl shrugged, "Whether you believe it is up to you, though it's pretty insane." Thinking about it for a second Sarah decided, "Sure, I'll bite, fine. What is it?" "Were you born with that Weapon of Ass Destruction?" Sarah gave her a look and couldn't stop, she laughed, and she laughed so hard cause she'd have probably cried otherwise. Beth noticed it seems because she spoke, "I guess I could've worded that a little better," she admitted, "But that's my question." Sarah stopped laughing finally, and looked down, realizing she lost her hard on, 'Small victories I guess.' "Yes, to answer your question, I was born like this, I'm the whole horrible package." The bitterness in her voice would made a lemon seem sweet. "You shouldn't hate yourself like that, I personally think what you have is a gift." Beth spoke in a serious tone. Sarah still spoke in a bitter tone, "And how would you know? You have some secret 'gift' that makes you special?" "I'm a witch." Beth said, "I've also got the hots for you and the dick is fucking beautiful in my opinion." Sarah just stood up, "Yeah, fuck you. I'm done I just want to go home now." She barely kept her voice from breaking. "Sinep Ruoy Morf Sdiulf Ylidob Fo Stnuoma Elbissopmi Esaeler Lliw Ouy!" Falling to her knees Sarah felt this amazing feeling in her lower abdomen, her lust intensified and she wanted to do nothing but run to rub one out. "What the Hell did you do?" Sarah managed to groan out. "I just used all the power I've been saving to prove a point, I honestly hope you won't hate me for it, but I'd like to help show you what I did." Beth's voice got closer as she spoke, "I want to show you how much your gift doesn't bother me." Coming in to Sarah's view she could see that Beth had stripped. "Will you let me?" She asked. Sarah looked Beth in the eyes to say no, but when she saw those eyes, ones she only now realized were this true deep color of lavender. She saw fear. Fear just like hers. Of being exposed, of being ostracized, and of never finding someone who would truly care. For all of her. "Yes." Sarah spoke with tears in her eyes. Beth grabbed Sarah's' hand to help her up and led her to the showers, "We'll be able to take all the time we need. No one's going to bother us, okay?" reassuring Sarah. Sarah's' tear strewn face looked around the showers, then to Beth, "I—I'm, just, really scared. I've never been with anyone and you're being so understanding and not freaking out then there was the thing with the funky words and—. " She was cut off as Beth gently took Sarah's neck in her hand and drew her down for a firm, close lipped kiss. They simply did that until the need to breathe overtook them, pulling apart in deep gasps, staring into each other's eyes. Beth spoke, "You were about to start rambling, and personally, if you'll let me," Beth raised her other hand to the hem of Sarah' towel, "I'd really like to get to know you better, really soon." Still looking at each other Sarah gave a small but firm nod to Beth. Sarah felt as the towel was delicately untucked and felt as it fell from her body to the floor. Beth looked Sarah up and down with an appreciative eye, looking into Sarahs' gently taking her hands. Walking backwards, Beth slowly led Sarah into the communal showers never once breaking eye contact. "We can take this step-by-step Sarah." Beth assured once again, "I know you're super freaked and I am not planning to screw this up." She said in a confidant tone. Looking into her eyes, Sarah just nodded at Beth, letting herself be led further in. Beth let go of her hands looking around as if trying to find something. "Aha!" She crowed as she walked over to a stack of clean towels supplied by the school. Beth laid some of them out across the tiles beckoning Sarah, "Come and sit down." Patting a spot on the towels in front of where Beth was now sitting. Sarah walked over, hands at her sides, her massive shaft bobbing with each step, as she approached Beth spoke, "Sit with your back facing me." She instructed. Sarah sat between Beth's now spread legs, mimicking how she sat. Beth slowly rubbed up and down the Sarah's arms, "Let me do all the work right now, just relax." Beth soothed as she began to reach around rubbing Sarah's stomach, slowly heading lower to finally grasp Sarah's member. Sarah gasped as Beth took hold of her with both hands, only barely covering half of her, her fingers almost able to touch but no quite. "Jesus, just how big are you? It's like I'm holding a fucking pipe!" Beth exclaimed. "Ten inches." Was Sarah's mumbled reply. "This is gonna be so much fun!" Beth whisper shouted as she leaned in to kiss and nibble at Sarah's neck. Moaning, Sarah leaned back against the smaller girl and let her work. Sarah couldn't properly describe how she was feeling right now. On one hand she felt utterly incredible, the feeling of Beth's hands double fisting her dick, pumping and twisting the whole length of her. On the other she was still apprehensive, despite how she was shamelessly leaning into the smaller girls embrace. Sarah had only known this girl, actually talked with her, for all of ten minutes. This girl could be getting her jollies by making her feel good and destroying her after she was done with her. All the emotions and feeling were bringing her quickly to orgasm, so honestly, at that moment Sarah could hardly care what happened afterwards. She was going to cum soon, the oh-so familiar feeling of coiling muscles and the tingling in her loins warning of what was imminent. "Ah! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Sarah exclaimed. "Don't hold back, let it all go. This all for you." Beth cooed in Sarah's ear. Speeding up and nibbling on Sarah's earlobe. The second Beth touched Sarah's ear she lost it. Like a damn giving way under an insurmountable pressure she let her seed flow, and flow it did. Eyes clenched shut, Sarah was like the sink on a tap that had been opened to its fullest, and her opaque liquid came in a constant stream. Her orgasm continued for what felt like forever, it just wouldn't stop. Finally though, Sarah began to taper off ever so slowly, massive bursts continued in increasing lapses until she was finally spent. Gasping for breath Sarah opened her eyes and widened them at the mess she saw. It was as if a large bucket of water had been dumped on the floor if said water had been her jism. The literal puddle spread out almost entirely across half the showers floor, only the towels they sat upon keeping them mostly untouched. A wide eyed Sarah was jolted from her thoughts by a wonderful squeeze around her deflating member. "Alright, how bout we talk a little bit, and them it's my turn to get off." Beth said in a husky, lust filled tone. The Darker Side Katrina had now cum hard several times and her mouth and body had been abused so that her limbs ached almost as much as her jaw and her dripping pussy. Her fucked parts positively buzzed from the previous attention that she was suddenly being deprived of and her ass now felt like it did when she made Rob fuck her anally-only; she needed to be fucked in the ass right then. The ties of Karina's left-leg were loosened without comment and released. Her right-leg was also freed but she was still blindfolded and her captors did not release the ties at her elbows. She was easily flipped over on to her front. Being manhandled by one man might have been very difficult to control; with two men at her it was much more difficult and with her arms still trussed and the blindfold still applied, it was virtually impossible. Her whole sense of direction was at a loss as she was spun over on her large bed and as a result of subconsciously putting her knees up as some form of natural protection to attack Katrina inadvertently ended up face-down, arse-up on the bed. She did not move from this position so as to be obedient and also to give a silent indication of what her attackers could have. "Don't tie me!" she pleaded "Please don't tie my legs again." No verbal response came from her sexual intruders and her request was granted. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! The silent aggressors opened palm was back, attacking her bare and exposed buttocks with a vengeance. Katrina winced at the shock and pain as the slaps rained down for what she thought must have been ten slaps to each ass cheek. She lost count as she struggled not to shy away from the wicked blows for fear of being trussed up again. Her hands tried to move to grip the quilt in support but she was unable to reach, the bindings preventing her arms from doing so. She could now feel the rapidly cooling mixture of her two attackers sperm slowly trailing out of her sex and down her inner thighs as the slaps continued to beat her ass into a numbness that she had learned from Rob to be the foreplay of bum sex. She anticipated anal penetration and awaited her fate at their mercy. "You are such a messy whore." said one man and slapped her some more. "Look at your messy pussy dripping spunk, you messy bitch!" She could feel handprints of spunk cooling and drying over her buttocks where their jizz had been spread as they violated her. She felt ashamed, used and very, very aroused. Karina's ass cheeks were suddenly pulled apart roughly in an impatient and determined manner which caused her pussy to gape and her rectum muscles to clench before relaxing again to leave her asshole slightly open. A large globule of the men's fresh spunk spewed out from her pink pussy lips to form a slow drip stretching unfelt from her insides, swinging towards the cushioned landing of the bedding. The strand snapped back on landing and draped to her left inner-thigh from the source which continued to glug man-mess. A cock arrived at her mouth seconds after two fingers slid up her pussy slit to collect the natural lubrication of their activity and in one action the those same two fingers roughed straight into her asshole which mouthed around the digits as they probed her deeply and roughly with her muscles still in shock from both from the earlier slapping and tingling with anticipation of what she might be about to receive. "Suck my fucking cock." came the order at her head as her hair was pulled to afford the cock better access to her tired pout with the attention to her head and rear passage continuing unabated. A third finger went up her ass and the rear controller spat further lubricant onto her as a concentrated effort to loosen up her anal muscles. "Open up, bitch." came the order from behind as his finger-cock rounded her ass rim as if familiar with her preferred anal foreplay. She was left gaping and her ring-piece mouthed open and partially closing after his fingers were removed to wipe the sexual concoction over her right buttock on exit and slapping her there for good measure. The scent and sensation of having sex juices spread over her bared behind as she was forced to suck cock was so beautifully degrading and arousing. The cock in her mouth felt good now. She wanted to suck it and she wanted to be fucked in the ass so badly as she did so. Her wants were rewarded and her ass was stretched as the second cock slid straight into her slippery passage without resistance, stopping only when in almost up to the hilt. She cried out in pain, surprise and delight in equal measure at the forceful technique and the welcome pressure up her backside. She cried out some more as the intruder wasted no time in fucking her and her hair was pulled from behind to lift her head up and bring her body back towards him so he could fuck her tight ass as hard and as roughly as he wanted. Her mouth was vacant for only a second or two as she yelped before her cries were stifled with the hot cock she had been pulled from. The hair pulling intensified the brutality of the situation which in turn served to magnify the orgasm that was immediately building inside her to the beat of the punishing slap of her attackers' hips on her ass. Katrina came for what seemed like minutes. Her hands clenched uncontrollably in an effort to cling to something for support but without success. Her body glistened with beads of sweat and her attackers semen over the sore redness of the majority of her torso. Her nipples felt as though they would explode as the orgasm rushed through her entire body from the ass-pounding and oral shafting she was being forced to enjoy. It felt so good to be used in the way she had always fantasised and the guilty flash that she had in her mind of her boyfriend Rob, the man she loved, came a split second before the peak of her enjoyment as her unknown attackers powered into her. "I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming!" was the male cry from behind as Katrina's hips were grabbed yet again with two hands from behind. She was cumming with him again for the deepest anal fucking she had ever experienced was at that point as the bucking finale at her behind resulted in her ass being filled with all his rampancy and the delivery of a copious amount of the strangers spunk. Her heated anal cavity squeezed at the pulsating penis inside her to suck the thick wads of white spunk over and over again inside her eventually slowing the cock's movements to a stop. The spent cock was pulled from her ass, slipping through the slimy, sticky juice of her innards to flop out of her gaping entrance followed by a strand of juice. Without hesitation she was filled with an erect version that she had been sucking, which slipped into the back of her with an ease and enthusiasm equal to it's predecessor. Her body was held again as her ass was repeatedly violated from behind. The pain/pleasure threshold was being alternately breached to release another powerful orgasm which directly rolled into yet another as her clit was rubbed by the other man's hands. She was being rocked violently by the man now as he quickly built up his orgasm grunting over her in the final strokes of pre-orgasm before releasing a second batch of fresh cum inside her ass just minutes after the first. She felt completely beaten all over her body and numbingly fulfilled. The room fell very quiet and the only sounds were that of the heavy breathing and panting of both of the oppressors and the victim. Katrina felt the second cock going limp inside her messed tube and slip out of her to leave her insides filled with jism as her ring-piece gaped open to reveal the redness of her insides contrasted by the white fluid of the men who had taken her. Katrina flopped onto her right side in utter exhaustion. She felt different levels of pain all over her body dependent on the abuse she had received in that area. Her breasts throbbed almost as much as her pussy and her ass felt as if she had been ripped apart back there. She could feel a lot of spunk running out of both her holes as she lay on the bed, attempting to regain some composure after the intensity of submitting to such a forced and relentless sexual attack. Nothing was said as the two men dressed. Katrina heard them dressing and moving about the room but she still could not move properly or see as her arms were bound and the blindfold still fitted. Her entire body burned and throbbed and she scoured her emotions to find a reason for her sense of sexual satisfaction. Never before had she felt so exhausted, so used and yet so utterly and completely sexually satisfied. The spunk of two men in her pussy, in her ass and around those areas served as a vicious reminder of their enjoyment. The ties on her arms were undone. "Do not remove the fuckin' blindfold!" one of the men ordered. She was finally able to move and reactively adopted a protective foetal position on the bed, a fresh load of spunk escaped from her pussy and ass to add to the growing number of bubbly trails of sperm cocktail that ran down her smooth skin to the bed. Her arms ached even more than the rest of her body and she remained obedient and lay there waiting for the next order from them. It never came. The door to the apartment closed quietly and she was left lying in complete silence. She could hear her heart beating rapidly as her body continued to stabilise from being so brutally and surprisingly enjoyed. Time seemed to pass so slowly as she lay there. Her bruised and abused body continued to throb as she lay completely stationary on the bed listening for signs of life other than her own in her apartment. Eventually, after hearing no movements for what seemed like an hour, she raised her blindfold. Katrina's eyes squinted at the lights of the bedroom and began to focus on her surroundings. She looked around and over her shoulder to see that all evidence of the attackers' belongings had been removed, including the ties. She scanned her aching body and saw the physical evidence of some very rough sex and she rolled onto her back to see more as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights she had been deprived of by the blindfold. As she adopted this new position, her knees parted to reveal trails of spunk drying on her inner thighs, the trails of which led to her stretched pussy and ass which were struggling to contain the incubated supply. She looked down at her breasts which were very tender and still reddened from the rough attention they had received and touched them gently in an effort to soothe them before stroking her bruised hips which had been gripped as roughly as she was taken in the cum-covered ass so selfishly by the men. Reaching further down to investigate her holes revealed a very messy reward as she toyed her fingers through the sticky mass of fluid produced by all three of them to touch the very tender but completely satisfied passages that had enjoyed the attention that she had so wrongly craved for most of her adult life. "Why had she rather enjoyed it?" she wondered to herself as her head fell back to the bed in consideration as her hand continued to swirl in the increasingly sticky mess on her midriff. Her body was exhausted but felt so completely fulfilled and she was smiling slightly at the prospect that Rob might have arranged the whole event. Perhaps he had been one of the men? They had talked and fucked over the fantasy so many times that it was at the forefront of their minds as their main sexual fantasy. Had Rob been one of the men? She felt so little guilt and when she recalled the events leading up to the supposedly random attack and thoughtfully analysed the clues, Katrina became increasingly self-assured that Rob must surely have arranged it and been one of her sex partners that afternoon. She rolled to her side and pulled her knees up in deeper thought as a smile of realisation spread across her pretty face with the thought of Rob having so cleverly and completely planned their darkest shared fantasy without her knowledge and she wondered which of his lucky friends he might have chosen to partner him in this "attack" on her. The bedside phone rang and she flinched at the unexpected shrill intrusion into her deep thoughts. She wondered whether she should answer it or ignore its demanding attention and rest. She pulled her body up the bed to see the caller ID on the display and to form a decision on whether to answer or not. 'Rob Home Spain calling...' read the display as the phone continued to ring...