Abigail Chained in Lust

After she enjoys sucking off a random friend of Rachel's, Abigail has a breakthrough about her emerging whoredom. She vows to take control ... but can she?

Rachel and Tony had left her. She could still taste Tony's spunk in her mouth, and she didn't mind. It was almost like having a Red Bull, she smiled to herself, an unpleasant taste that revitalized her.

Come to think of it, she

did

feel pretty good. She was still kneeling on the floor, in no hurry to get up.

Too bad Tony didn't have any friends with him,

she thought, and laughed at herself.

She wasn't scandalized by her intrusive thoughts now, instead they seemed perfectly natural. She'd just sucked one dick, what would be so wrong about sucking one or two more? She had already assumed the position, it would only be efficient!

Abi swore she could feel a throbbing heat off her necklace now, gently warming her bosom as she fantasized over Tony's friends following him. Suddenly it was like the taste of his spunk in her mouth wasn't enough, she needed more.

She needed

new

cum, from different boys.

Just as she was reveling in her eager ...

agreeableness,

another part of her was rising, a strong part that was thinking practically.

Steven was a virgin, she was sure, and Tony seemed nice enough, but ... it just couldn't be safe, keeping on the path she was on with no precautions.

And Rachel. If her "friend" gave her pinkeye Abi swore she'd kill her. And if she got any more disgusting ideas about what to make Abi do next ...

One of the girls in the dorm, Emma, worked at the student health clinic. Abi could talk to her. Maybe there was a way, Abi didn't know, to still keep their jizzum, and be safe. That seemed important to her, that Abi swallow their jizz, or take it in some way.

The necklace was definitely warm now, and Abi idly experimented, imagining a new load of sperm coming at her. Yes, the metal warmed as she pictured some new boy's load spilling over her lips.

Her cunt warmed alongside the necklace at this, but Abi held off on self pleasure. She had a plan.

Abi was too embarrassed to go to the clinic, and she didn't know Emma's hours anyways. Safer to pad down the hall and quietly knock on their door and see -

Emma's roommate Becca opened the door.

"Oh, hello Abigail." She smiled at Abi.

She had a supermodel's slightly off kilter features, emphasized even further by her tiny frame. Her dark brown hair was shoulder length and usually at least slightly frizzy.

She wasn't wearing any makeup, not even the "no makeup" amount that usually fooled guys, but she looked gorgeous. Abi envied her confidence.

None of the girls knew this, it being far before their time, but Becca had a strong resemblance to an old golden age '70s pornographic actress named Brandy Smith, right down to her choice of severe attire. This resemblance extended to personality and predilections, though Abi hadn't learned this yet.

Becca was usually in semi-formal getup, with slacks and button downs, while Abi had noticed that Emma went everywhere in jeans and a hoodie. Today Becca had on khaki slacks, a light blue dress shirt, and a thin black belt with a tiny gold buckle.

Abi felt slutty with how she was dressed in comparison, and she enjoyed the feeling. She tried to act like she always dressed like this, no big deal, honest guys.

"Is Emma, uh, busy?"

Emma was right there behind Becca, a stoner babe with chipmunk teeth, sleepy eyes and long blonde hair she kept in twin braids. Abi realized she envied them

both

for their easy confidence in themselves. Emma didn't wear much makeup either, and both of them seemed to dress just how they wanted.

Abi realized that she felt more embarrassed that she'd taken a nap in her slutty clothes than the fact that they were so revealing. She hoped she didn't look rumpled.

"Hey, come inside, Abigail." Emma came to the door barefoot, while Abi noted upon entering that Becca was still wearing some smart black dress shoes.

"What's up?" Emma asked, and now Abi faltered, not sure how to broach the subject.

"I, uh ... I need some help with ..."

"Yeah?" Emma coached, letting Abi drag the words out.

"It's a sex thing."

"Oh! Yeah!" Emma perked up, on familiar ground now. "Hell yeah Abigail, I can help ya out. What's going on?"

Hoo boy.

"Over the past couple days I've just ... I've been obsessed ... with ..."

Emma was leaning forward, eager to learn more. "With ...?"

Abi steeled herself.

One thing at a time.

"My butt. My ass. I've been obsessed with my ass. With ... anal."

Emma's normally heavily lidded eyes were wide open now. "That's it?"

"What?" Abi was taken aback.

"That's all? You're into buttstuff?" Emma said it like it was the most commonplace thing in the world.

"Well, I've had some ... urges. Really, the reason I want to talk to you guys, I did something ... with someone ..."

"You tried anal?" Emma kept coaching her.

"Yesssss ... not tried, so much as did." Abigail drew a breath for the final hurdle. "With no protection."

Emma was speechless now.

Abi had to fill the silence. "He came in me. In my ass."

Emma exhaled. "Woof. That's a lot, Abi, honestly. No judgment. How much lube did you use?"

Abi dithered. "Not enough. That's okay, it's okay."

Something within her pushed Abi to disclose everything. "That's not all."

"What?! What else could there be?"

Abi was very quiet now. "I, um ... there's a porno phrase I found online, it's, uh ... a 'cumfart' ... and, I..." She couldn't go on.

"Go on," Emma prodded.

"I swallowed it."

"But you said he came inside you"

"Yes, but then ... it came out of me, and I swallowed it."

"Jesus Christ. Abigail, that's hardcore. Like, literally. Do you know how much bacteria you can pick up from going from your ass to your mouth?"

"I know, I know! It just ... happened."

"Holy shit girl. No judgment. Seriously. You clearly have an ... anal fixation. Can you talk to your partner about more planning next time?"

"He's not ... my partner."

"Anyone you'd see again at all? No? Well that makes it easy."

"I mean I do have to see him again, he's in one of my classes."

"Oof that's rough. Cute though?"

Abi could have lied, she could have refused to answer, but she had gone so far now. "Depends on your definition, I guess he's nice enough. Really he was there when the feeling came over me, it wasn't about him at all."

Emma was fiddling with the drawstrings on her hoodie now. Abi waited for more questions, but Emma was giving her the silent treatment. Abi felt bad for throwing so much at her.

"It was Stephen Carstairs. I hooked up with him."

"He doesn't seem like the party boy type ..."

"It wasn't at a party. We were supposed to be studying for that big Shakespeare project."

"Okay, that's hot at least. Horny nerds."

"We were in the library," Abi blurted out.

Emma had had enough. "Wait a minute, you let Count Creepo von Stevo Carstairs

buttfuck you in the library?!?"

"Be quiet, Emma." To her credit, Emma clammed up at Becca's words, the first she'd spoken since Abi had come into their room.

Abi was on the verge of tears. "It's a group project, we met up and I just ... lost control."

"Abi ..."

"We didn't ... use any protection," Abi repeated herself.

Emma had twisted her drawstrings into a gordian knot. "Girl, you need help."

"I knowwwww," and here Abi lost all her new found confidence and burst into sobbing tears.

"Nononono, not like that!" Emma hugged her close. "I mean, you need some 411 hun, you're a horny monster!"

Abi heaved with racking sobs as Emma consoled her.

Becca suddenly got up and joined the huddle, squeezing Abi tight. They both let Abigail tire herself out, her sobs weakening until she was breathing raggedly, tears streaming down her face.

Then Becca kissed her on the forehead.

Somehow, it felt right, affirming. Becca and Emma released her, sitting back on the bed. Emma found some tissues and held them out. Abi gladly clawed a handful and rubbed snot and tears away. "I'm sorry," she choked out.

"It's alright Abigail." Becca was firm. "We're here for you. For everything."

They both took her hand. Abi felt a peaceful wave flow through her.

Emma had a cheap hand mirror. "Have you ever seen your own ass?"

Abi demurred, not wanting to spill about Rachel's video of her. "No time like the present," Emma said, placing the mirror on the floor in front of Abigail.

Abi didn't think twice, didn't have any problem with yanking down her tights and hiking up her skirt in front of the two girls. She squatted down, and Emma stood beside her. Abi grabbed on to her for stability as she pulled her panties aside and looked at herself in the little mirror.

There was her pink little pussy, with her floppy pussy lips. And there ...

Huh. So that was ... her butthole. A brown circle, a wrinkled ripple of muscle. She clenched, and watched her ass suck up into itself and fall back down. It was just as cute as Rachel's actually.

Abi winked her anus a few more times, then she stood up and sat on the bed.

Emma knelt down and dragged something out from under the bed. She slammed it down triumphantly in front of Abi: a one gallon jug of lubricant, AQUAGEL in a '70s font with a pump handle.

"Don't leave home without it!" Emma quipped.

Becca returned from the closet with something. She handed it to Abigail: a plain box that said FLEET ENEMA.

"Oh G-d, I'm in it now ..."

Abi thought.

Emma put on her health clinic lecture voice: "If you're expecting company up there, you need to clean house. It makes a better experience for everyone involved."

"How do I ...?"

"There's instructions." And so there were, very detailed instructions about sticking a nozzle up your butt and filling yourself with warm water. Abi was mortified. These girls were being so helpful and understanding but Abi didn't know if she could go any further.

"There's a handicap stall in the showers," Emma volunteered. Abi looked up. "Pardon?"

"You can lie down there. On a towel, I mean, don't just lie on the tile." Yes. One of the steps, laying on your back with your tuchus in the air, letting the warm water flow up your back passage.

"I'll get you a towel," Emma offered.

"Two towels," Becca said. "It's easier if you're undressed."

Abi was marshaled out to the hall. "We'll wait, just uh, holler if you need anything." They shut the door.

Abi held her towels, the jug of lube, and her enema, and looked down the hall at the bathrooms.

God I hope no one sees me.

It was high noon, all the late risers were out of bed already and everyone with early classes hopefully were still out and about.

What if someone needs the stall?

Abi's mind was racing. She drew the flimsy plastic curtain as decisively as possible and set down her armful of goods. Step one, probably, was undress. She stripped off her slut wear. Hang the stretched out tights and the rest over the shower rod. Oh, underwear too.

Lay down one towel. Okay. Let's unbox the main event here. Abi dropped the box's contents out and inspected the device. It was white, plastic, unwelcoming. FOR USE BEFORE A PROCEDURE OR SURGERY ... well, she certainly was gearing up for some kind of procedure.

Here we go. She knelt down, and then finagled herself down onto the towel. Wait a minute: she scooted over to drag the lubricant next to her. A couple pumps gave her a handful of cold slick gel. She spread her legs and looked at her palmful of promise.

She couldn't watch herself do it, so she looked up at the ceiling as she brought her hand down to her anus.

I'm going to touch my butt. I need to touch my asshole.

Still she held off.

I need to touch my ASSHOLE!

Trying to lose herself in the tile pattern on the ceiling in some ad hoc meditative practice, she repeated: I need to touch my asshole. It had been so easy in the shower before!

The lube was dripping off, she was going to lose it if she didn't put the pedal to the metal, so to speak.

G-D damn, it was cold!

She clapped it against her anus, just holding it trapped there at first. Abi rationalized it, the lube was a layer of protection, it was okay to touch herself there.

Fuck it, I've already ate my own shit off the floor!

One finger? No, all of them, or what was the point.

Just do it,

and then she was massaging the lube firmly against her anus. It felt ... good. Good. Get it nice and slick so that little apparatus can do its thing. Another couple pumps to make sure.

Okay, maybe only one finger. Just the very tip of one finger pressing against the ring, some ice cold lube seeping inside her body. Yes! Over that hump.

But now. The enema.

The Illinois Enema Bandit,

a stupid song her high school boyfriend had made her listen to. Focus. She could feel her anus winking open and close now. She must be ready. She gripped the device. Okay. Easy peasy, get that plastic tip in her butt. She brought it down, like some deadly weapon moving into position. She felt the tip of it against her anus!

She pushed, wriggling the tip, and ... it was going inside! YES! She could do it. Further, it was going in, and then ... done! Just two or three inches! What was next?

Squeeze! Squeeze the medicine, or saline, or whatever - wait a minute, what was it even? Never mind. She squeezed, hard. It was going inside her, whatever it was. Yes, yes, she could feel it now, filling her, not like a log of shit going out, and not like Stephen's dick coming in, but a formless pressure.

Someone came into the bathroom.

Oh shit.

A stall opened, and closed.

Please just pee and leave.

Abi held her legs up to her chest and waited.

Oh G-d I think I feel it coming.

Her guts were rumbling, pressure was building now. She heard a toilet flush!

Get the fuck out of here!

The sink was running now. The paper towel dispenser cranking one, two, three times,

fuck's sake get on with it!

Okay, lazy footsteps dragging out into the hall. Abigail's rectum was on fire now, she didn't give a shit if anyone was in the bathroom, she twisted up and burst through the curtain out of the shower stall, making a bee line for the first open doored bathroom stall.

Halfway down to the toilet she recognized she was naked and had left both towels in the shower stall.

Too late!

She planted her ass on the toilet and felt her cheeks spread and her anus twist open, sending a fiery stream of water shooting down into the bowl.

Second verse, same as the first,

except this time she didn't have an audience and she wouldn't degrade herself by eating her own waste.

She dumped the majority of it in one long thick stream, feeling herself emptying. But then, finally, the flow was reduced to a trickle, and Abi had a flashback to her shame in the study hall, of sputtering farts and strained openings.

Come on, please, just get out,

she begged her body and the enema gods.

Here it was, the final, squelching shits, little shots into the toilet. Time was at a standstill, she felt like she'd been in this bathroom for at least an hour.

Becca and Emma are going to leave,

Abi thought.

They have a date or a class or they have to go to fucking bingo, I don't know, but they definitely can't wait around for me to shit out another teaspoon of water.

Someone else walked in.

Damn it! Abigail could barely even use the toilet at home when family was around, this dorm setup was killing her already, even before she needed to do this. Someone was walking, right up to the shower. Someone was touching the curtain over by the shower stall!

"Abigail?"

Oh thank the lord and all the Christian saints, it was Becca's clear strong beautiful voice, come to check on her. Abi tried to toughen up and managed to state plainly, "I'm here."

"Don't worry, I was just checking on you. It's only been about 15 minutes."

That was all?

"Sorry to bother you, just take as long as you need. Emma and I will be in our room."

"Okay. Thanks." And then Abi felt it coming, another strangled drip, and she tried to hold it s long as she could until Becca was gone but she wasn't sure if she managed because it came out, a looooong thin stream from the upper depths of her guts.

At this point she must have shit out everything going back to last week, and then she reddened with renewed shame because she heard Becca padding out of the bathroom as quietly as possible in between yet another disgusting noise from Abi's butthole.

Betrayed once again by my body,

she lamented.

Will this ever end?

Abigail sat on the toilet for what felt like at least another ten minutes after anything had come out of her. G-d knows she didn't want to have an accident when she went back in.

She went back to the girls' room wrapped in one of the towels. Emma and Becca greeted her like old friends, which they were fast becoming.

Abi still couldn't get comfortable about having cleaned her ass out, but Emma tried to comfort her. "It's alright Abi. That's the beauty of it, shit and love, coming out of and going into the same place."

Emma lifted the towel away from Abi before she could think about it, and she was standing naked in front of the girls. She folded her hands in front of her privates.

Emma looked her up and down. "Nice bod, Abigail!"

Abi blushed. "Really?"

"For real, you're a knockout, babe."

"You don't think I'm ... fat?"

Emma guffawed. "I think you got some fat titties!"

"Emma!" Becca scolded her roommate.

"Sorry," Emma blushed. "Seriously Abi, you look fuckin' hot!"

Her words caused a warm flush through Abi's body. She slid her hands down her hips and stood prouder now.

"Wait," Emma pulled out something else from under the bed. It was a brand new shower curtain.

"Dollar Tree," she explained, opening the package and unfolding the plastic sheeting. It had a cheery seashell pattern printed on.

"Scoot!" Emma said, laying the sheet down as Abi awkwardly shuffled out of the way. "Okay," Emma directed, Abi stepping back onto the sheet as Emma placed a pillow under her knees. "It helps with any mess," Becca explained of the sheet.

It was all going so smoothly. Abi bent over on the sheet and thought about what she'd have said to herself a week ago if she knew where she'd be right now.

"Wow, Abi, looking good!" Emma whistled at Abi's arched ass. Abi giggled and said, "Thanks, I guess?"

Becca was working the pump on the jug of lube, and Abi heard it squeaking and gooping. Suddenly, Becca's hand was against Abi's anus, the cold lube giving her goosebumps.

"What a beautiful little butthole," Emma said in a conversational tone as Becca started massaging Abi's backside with generous pumps of lube.

"Yes, it is," was Becca's simple reply, as her hand worked over Abi's crack and asshole.

"This is the duck," Becca said, leaning over and showing Abi her tiny hand held in an arrowhead clutch. "This is the best form for fisting."

Becca's hand was slick with lube, and she brought it back to Abi's ass and started pressing, a firm but gentle pressure against her anus.

Abi steeled herself, remembering her anal violation in the library. She felt Emma's hands on her, reassuring, gently stroking her buttocks and thighs as Becca pressed on.

Abi felt herself opening, with a thin, piercing line of pain that felt almost pleasurable. The anticipation was exquisite, as she tried to picture Becca's progress. Was she knuckle deep yet? The pressure was formless, undefined, and Abi couldn't tell how far along she was.

As Becca pushed her tiny fist further up Abi's ass, Abigail felt her anal ring stretching, stretching, and then suddenly shrinking as Becca's hand finally made it completely inside and Abi's ass tightened over her slim little wrist.