All participants are depicted as over 18, much older, as they should be for such depravity. It is also a fantasy.
The Humilifuck Ch.02
This would be one of my most challenging roles. I would play the part of a woman that had recently taken her ex-husband to the cleaner through a messy divorce The details of how she emasculated him meant nothing to me, but it gave me the opportunity to really play the role of supplicant.
I would be kidnapped and driven to a fishing lodge, where I would be used as a cum toy by my ex-husband's friends, and finally, he would fuck me, and I would have the most explosive orgasms of my life and beg him to take me back.
That's about it. Humiliation is my thing.
I never gave a thought to the implications. I was not really being raped after all, and I was getting 6k for the weekend of work, although I didn't expect to catch any fish. I would earn my money the old-fashioned way.
I noticed the van right away. It was a rental, but not U-Haul. It had large, tinted windows, even in the front. When the door slid almost silently open, I overreacted a bit, as I turned to run, but someone was behind me, and I didn't have a chance. One hand covered my mouth while the other went around my waist, then two men inside the van dragged me in with my assailant pushing in behind me.
"Get the ball gag," he gruffly demanded.
I actually tried to stop them, until one of them slapped me hard. I do not like pain, so I instantly stopped struggling and lay limp while they put my wrists in a special yoke that held my ankles too.
I was left that way as they headed for the turnpike. Four men just sat back and watched the cars for the first hour.
I was feeling pretty bored, laying there with drool leaking out of my mouth, flooding the vinyl seat under my face.
"Can we start now, or do we have to wait for the cottage?" One of the men asked, but I couldn't tell who would decide.
"I think that Paul would want us to get a head start on her punishment," Another man suggested.
They looked at me, as if I could answer the question. The gag left little chance that I would talk. I didn't want to go out of character, so I did the one thing that I could do. I pulled my legs up into the air and spread them wide.
My skirt fell to my hips, exposing my clean pink panties, covering my cleanly shaven pussy. My labia was swollen, creating a nice pillow effect on either side of my vagina lips. As I spread my legs more completely, the fabric barely covered my mound, and the slit became more obvious and damper.
Two pairs of hands grabbed my ankles to ensure that they would stay spread, while the panty material was pinched, and pulled to one side.
"Damn!" Guy one said, then he leaned in to push his tongue inside of me. I just lay back and enjoyed the feeling. I could tell that he found a puddle.
Four men were available for a travel fuck, and now they were going to splash me all of the way to the party.
The first guy to get a condom in place pushed on top of me.
"I hope she's tighter than she looks," he groaned as he pushed inside.
He did not talk again until he was grunting out a thanks to his gods and filling me with his juices. Of course, the condom took the brunt of the blast, and he took a back seat, while another guy took his place.
I still had the gag in place, so my saliva was running down my cheeks and down onto my breasts. They were happy to take turns on my pussy, having found it tight enough.
The tinted windows made my fantasy rape so much more surreal. I could see other people in their cars. They were probably heading home to their families, unaware of me, naked and gagged, on the other side of the tinted glass. Had it been night, they probably would have seen us, but in the bright sunlight, we could see them, but we were lost in a private world.
An hour later, they had to pull into a pharmacy for more cream and condoms, and two bottles of cheap hootch to keep us hydrated.
"I'm Bobby," Bobby whispered in my ear as he ground his pelvis into mine. "If you need a rest, or a joint, or more lube, I'm your man," Bobby offered, revealing that he was both a Gentleman and a sophisticated lover.
I might remember him for the weed, which was quite nice. He knew how to use his cock, but I did not exchange private numbers with him. My standard for fucking friends is very, very high, and they all have good weed.
I did not allow myself to have an orgasm. As a professional, I have great control over my body. To make it easier on me, I kept my hips pressed down, to keep most of the contact away from my clit, and that keeps me in control of my climax. So far, they were so horny and excited from the optics, that they just wanted to drop a load in my pussy.
