Up For Free Use Ch 03

That stupid sign is back on my front door again. I tore it off two days ago, and I tore it off yesterday as well. This time, I'm scrunching it up and taking it with me, because somehow it keeps disappearing off my kitchen counter, which leads me to believe that someone is breaking into my house. That would explain how the front door is always unlocked.

Although, that wouldn't explain my curse. And it's definitely a curse. I mean, it has to be, right? There's no way I did all those things willingly. Even how I talked was just so...

Ugh, I don't want to think about it. So, I'm going to deal with what I can right now. I'm half sure that the house used to be owned by some old crone, so maybe she has a potion or an artifact to set me free. Plus, I distinctly remember from yesterday that someone has been spreading rumours about me, and there's only one place where those rumours would stick: the village downhill. It's not big, but it's got a pub and some shops, and it's mainly where I go to do my shopping and where Dad used to get his rifles looked after. After all, my little cabin in the woods used to be a hunting lodge. Every Christmas, the boys would go out shooting, and the girls would stay in to furnish the lodge with decorations galore. Nowadays, I'm the only one who spends any time here, since everyone else has got kids and stuff to take care of. Sure, it's a bit lonely in that massive house, but I don't mind, I actually like being by myself.

Most of the time anyway. Sometimes, there's a few moments where the loneliness gets to me, like a few days ago, when I got a teensy bit drunk and made that wish.

Carrying on, I've made it to the village now, and it's a surprise to see it so bustling. I've already seen all the new buildings and such for all the hikers to visit, but I usually come as early as possible to avoid the crowd. This time, I need the crowd, because I need to listen in on any gossip surrounding me or my cabin. To be honest, if there is going to be any gossip, it's most likely going to be in the pub, but there's too many sweaty old men there, and the last two days have proven enough about what happens when I'm alone with men. Maybe the curse doesn't take hold when I'm in public, but I'm not willing to risk it. Therefore, I head towards the library, while keeping an ear out for any small talk.

It's once I'm at the library that I find my first roadblock. More specifically, I don't find anything at all. The crone I mentioned earlier had no ties to any form of witchcraft, and the most she left behind are a few items that there are no pictures of. I think I do remember some bits and pieces being moved into a storage closet, but I'll have to head back to the house for that.

That's pretty much it. This library is quite small, so I expected as much, but I was hoping for a little more than this. Even the sole librarian isn't any help, though she keeps giving me a funny look. All she mentions is that our caretaker (he cleans the cabin when nobody's there) was friends with the previous owner's family, so he might have more information. I thank her for that, and she just grumbles and waves me off. On my way out, I'm fairly sure that I hear her insult me under her breath, which is a bit confusing. I've been very nice so far. And I'm dressed very tamely, aside from the lingerie I'm wearing, but there's no way she can see that. Besides, I figured it's better than not wearing any bra at all and seeing my chest bouncing all the time, and with the tracksuit bottoms, you can't even notice my stockings. Maybe she has a problem with how I'm swaying my hips? It's hard to say, plus I can't really control that.

Actually, I have less control over my own body than I had yesterday. The lingerie was a concession I was willing to make, but my legs adamantly refused to walk outside in anything but heels. Luckily, I have some old boots that still fit me, but it doesn't really work with the rest of my attire. Nor does my face, which I was forced to 'fix'. The moment I stepped one foot out the door, my feet swiveled on the spot, and they catwalked me upstairs to plop me down and dab on some makeup. I tried my best to use the least pronounced colours I had, but it certainly looks like I went overboard. Why I needed to paint my nails or put on fake eyelashes is beyond me, but they're on now, and I'll have to live with it. All I need to do is locate this one guy, and I'll head back immediately. In fact, the moment I'm back to normal, I'm packing my stuff and going home. The only reason I haven't already done so is because I don't want to expose my raunchy acts to my family.

The caretaker's at the edge of the village, so it takes a while to get there. When I do reach him, he takes just as long to answer the door, and that's everything you need to hear about how old this guy is. Okay, I'm being a bit mean, he's likely in his late 40s, but it is an effort to talk to him. He barely remembers anyone living at the cabin, only recalling her when I tell him her name, and even then, it takes him a few minutes to say anything about her. In essence, no, she wasn't magic, but she did have this amulet she got from her grandmother. Supposedly, it warded off demons and such.

Works for me. I thank him and prepare to walk off, but he speaks up again. "Say, you wouldn't happen to be the young girl who's been making the rounds recently?"

"What do you mean?"

"Down at the pub, Will's been hearing some girl's taking in men left and right. Do you know her?"

Oh no.

Crap, I've got to nip this in the bud now, while I still have the chance.

"Of course I know her, she's me!" I giggle.

Damn it! Why am I giggling!?

"Do you need anything?"

"Well, I've been a bit lonely recently. Too much time all by myself. Would you care to stay with an old man for the rest of the night?"

His words sound sincere, like he's inviting me in for a cup of tea, but his face is as lecherous as his wrinkles will let him. I nearly open my mouth to scream at him, but the moment I move an inch, my lips curl into a flirty smile.

No. No, I won't sleep with him

, I tell myself. My smile only gets wider and wider before I manage to dig my nails into my palm and grit through the pain to run away.

I'm sure he's shouting after me, but I don't care to listen, I'm just getting the hell out of here. I sprint as well as I can in these boots. The hill's long and steep, but I don't ever stop. I can't stop. So, I don't. Not until I reach my door, where I allow myself to lean back and take a break. I can't believe I was this close to offering myself in public. And to an old man, of all people! God, I've got to find that stupid amulet, wherever it is, because I promised Dad that I wouldn't stay here for very long, and I don't want to imagine what he'd think of me if I start acting up near him.

Sigh, let's just get in and start searching. The sooner, the better.

I open the door... and quickly regret being so stupid.

If I hadn't been so out of breath, I might have taken more time to notice a few things. For one, I didn't use my key to open the door, meaning it's been unlocked again. Secondly, the sign is back on my door again. Actually, I did notice that at the last second, but it didn't really help by that point, since I'd already opened the door. Every man in the living room has seen me now. How many men are there, you ask? Well, remember the two from yesterday? Seems like they followed through on their promise, because now they've brought three of their friends along, who are all looking at me like a piece of meat.

I can see why, to be honest. My initial shock at seeing the sign and so many people inside my house has given my body more than enough time to resume control. By the time I zone back in, it's too late; there's no way to stop my clothes being thrown off. Pretty soon, I'm standing in my underwear, in a room full of strangers. Did I mention that I'm wearing lingerie as well? Because I don't think I can say that I wasn't expecting them when I'm wearing a garter belt and stockings.

Not like I can say anything anyway, since my lips refuse to open, only recreating the same smile I had on earlier. As much as I want to escape, my legs don't move either. Except when I'm told to come over, then they're more than happy to strut their way over and sit down on the closest man's lap sideways.

Fucking hell, I couldn't be more of a slut if I tried!

My body doesn't flinch in the slightest when the man who I'm sitting on reaches around and gropes me through my bra. I just sit there, letting him have his way with me, while the rest of them jeer and drink. They've completely ruined my table, by the way. It used to be such a pristine white, but now it's tainted with their disgusting beer bottles and ashtrays. Honestly, I don't know why they brought ashtrays in the first place, if the ash is gonna go all over my table anyway. Ugh, this is why I hate smokers.

"Want one?" the guy next to me asks, handing me a cigarette. To my surprise, I take it and (despite my every brain cell fighting against it) have a long puff. It tastes horrible, and I'm determined to cough it out, but instead, I blow out the smoke with a sultry smile, much to my chagrin. The guys rejoice, and I continue having more puffs and even blow smoke into my groper's mouth, to which he returns the favour by doing the same to me. At this point, he gets a little confident and closes the distance, pecking me a little before backing off and gauging my reaction. When my face doesn't seem offended, he closes the distance again, this time moving into a full-on make out session. Obviously, he can't see my genuine reaction, so he thinks I love tasting every bit of the beer and ash in his mouth.

That's probably why they're a lot more cocky now, with the whole room filling up with smoke and alcohol and whatnot; I even see some drugs being brought out. What kind of drugs they are, I don't know. They do offer me some, but I manage to bite my tongue down and reject their offer. They simply shrug and take one each. If I'm lucky, they'll knock themselves out now, and they won't be able to--

"Take care of this, will you?" the guy next to me asks, pulling his cock out.

Damn it.

I say 'asks', but it's more of a demand. He's still sitting down, so I have to crawl over to him to suck him off, meaning that my ass is shoved into the previous guy's face. It's not like that guy minds anyway, with my lipstick all over his mouth. I was kinda hoping that he'd take control and order me to deal with him first or the guy I'm blowing would take the reins and fuck my mouth himself. At least then, I can claim that I was forced into it. But no, I'm not forced into anything by anyone but myself, meaning that I have to take the lead and give this guy the most sensual blowjob of his life, and it all looks like I'm doing it willingly. I start off slow, simply stroking him and kissing his tip, before making my way down and gargling his balls. Then, I ramp up the speed of my hand, waiting for his precum to touch my cheek before releasing his balls and licking his full length. His whole dick is covered in my spit and only my spit, because any bead of precum that does come out is immediately lapped up by my tongue.

Then, I sit up, and I almost believe that I'm about to resume control.

Finally

, I think,

this nightmare can be put to an end

. Instead, I simply make eye contact and ask, "Permission to continue, sir?" His answer? His cock hardening in my hand, and him shoving my head back to where it was before. I can't believe that I'm acting so submissive, my own body not caring to fight back. It just carries on where it left off, wrapping my lips around him and gradually making my way down his shaft. My left hand returns to stroking him, while my right is now massaging his balls. I adjust my speed depending on how close he is. If I can feel him softening, I go faster. If I feel him get harder, I go slower. If I feel him about to explode, I pop my mouth off and pepper a few kisses while he winds down.

And then, the guy from before starts fingering me. I could feel him before, just sliding his fingers along my thong, but now he's shifted it aside and started pumping his fingers in and out. This is bad; I don't want to enjoy this, but I can't help how good his hand feels inside, especially when he dedicates his other hand to strumming my clit. I practically moan into another guy's dick, and they're both loving my reactions. He keeps pace with me, but soon he ratchets up his speed with no sign of slowing down. Funnily enough, I do the same too.

Wait, is my body planning to--?

Yep, I realise at the last second. The moment I squirt, the second guy blows his load into my mouth. My head doesn't bother moving, so I'm forced to gulp down every last drop. I know it wants me to swallow, because as soon as he's done, I clean him up with my tongue, leaving it completely spent and covered in lipstick marks. Then, I hear a voice to the right of me: "Now for the rest of us."

I turn my head towards the direction of the voice, whereupon I see three guys jacking off. I forgot they were even here, to be honest. They definitely did not forget me though, since they seem dead set on making sure they're hard, but not too close that they'll cum immediately. Which means it's up to me now.

I would gulp if I could, as my body gets up from its position. Almost immediately, I'm forced back down, and I look back to see why. Guy 1 wants a piece of the action. Oh right, technically I only made out with him a little. Guy 2 was the one who got to cum, but this guy was preparing my crotch for entry, and now that he's done his job, he wants a little reward.

And sadly, my body is more than happy to provide him with one. Guy 2 gets off the couch, while Guy 1 gets into position. Right now, I'd do anything to get off all fours, but no, I'm forced to stay still while he inserts himself into me. There's a slight tingle of hope that I can gather enough strength to resist, but that's quickly dashed once I feel myself being stretched out below.

With a grunt from the both of us, he starts pounding me. I groan, both internally and externally, though for different reasons.

How long is this gonna take?

I think, before someone steps in front of me and calmly slides his dick inside my mouth. I'm not expecting it, and I now find myself being spit roasted. Again. This time, both of them position themselves in a way that every thrust from behind makes me deep throat the guy in front, Richard. I use what little control I have to glare at him, which he bloody loves. I swear, I attract the weirdest men. Neither of them are even putting any effort in, too busy with drinking their beers. To tell you the truth, I feel like this is way worse than actually trying to have sex with me. Bad enough that they're using me because they're horny, now they're using me because they're bored? Even my cursed body isn't into this; her moaning has practically ceased, and we're both left waiting for them to hurry up and get it over with. "Hey, Ethan, Liam, you wanna do the basting?" Who's Ethan and Liam? And what does he mean by 'basting'? I can't move my head, even if I had full control over my body, so I kinda have to look in the corners of my eyes to see the men jacking off to the right of me. I can't see their faces, but I can hear their voices. It's confusing, I'm pretty sure--

They both grunt, ejaculating onto my back. The guy behind me does the same, but the guy in the front pulls my hair up so he can give me a facial, even wiping himself on my cheek. While I mentally frown, I take a good look at Ethan. Confusion spreads to my face, because I swear this was the first guy I blew a few minutes ago. In fact, he should be completely soft now, but he's still as rock hard now as he was to begin with.

How the hell is he...?

The drugs. I thought they were ecstasy or something, but what if they were...? My slut self gets the same idea too, because my head darts around to see the men, all towering around me, all still raring to go. Although, she has a very different reaction than me. "Who's next?" I hear myself say, with an excited giggle. Oh god.

Chaos erupts. Brad pulls my hair down so he can lay my head over the edge of the couch and use my mouth, whilst someone else climbs on top of me and rips off my bra. He (Liam?) squeezes my boobs into a pocket for himself to put his dick through, so I can give him a titjob. As if that wasn't bad enough, someone else is entering my pussy, and it fucking hurts. It's been used for three days in a row and never used kindly. Nor is this time, as the guy pistons himself like I'm his fleshlight, so I feel every slam at my womb. Looks like my womb is not getting any rest today, as it too receives the cum of another person, now mixing with the sperm of the other men. What doesn't help is the other two coating me in another sticky layer of sperm on my face and tits.

Picking me up, a standing Liam wraps my arms and legs around him and sets me down on his dick. My legs should have fallen apart by now, yet somehow they're still not sore enough for whatever's controlling me, since I bounce on it like there's no tomorrow. Unfortunately, the pain in my legs is not the worst part; Liam stops me and tells a man called Jett to "get in on the action", which I assumed to mean that he was going to use my mouth.

He is not going for that hole.

"That fucking hurts!" I would like to say, when I feel him prodding my asshole. Instead, I tell him how "it's so lonely down there" while spreading it with my left hand, to which I'm visibly shaking. They must not notice in their booze-addled state, but even my wretched body can't hold back my shivering as I brace myself for the blood and tear marks soon to come. By this point, I'm almost hyperventilating.

Next is when it gets blurry. Not as in, I can't remember it. As in, my whole vision loses focus on everything but my lingerie-clad, cum-riddled body and the man in front. I'm not talking about Liam, by the way. Liam's frozen, along with all the other men in the room, except for one over his shoulder. Dressed in a familiar well-fitted suit, his arms are folded behind him and his head tilted to the side. His face is inscrutable, both amused and contemplative at the same time. Nevertheless, I recognise it instantly.

I suppose that's the point: he wouldn't have shown himself unless he wanted to be seen, and believe me, I see him, all right. He has the gall to chuckle at me once he's noticed that I've connected the dots and that my blood has begun to boil.

"Now, now," he says. "No need to be so angry. I only gave you what you asked for, plus a little extra. These men would not have been able to use that hole of yours if I hadn't cleaned it out for you."

I have no idea what he means by that, until I gradually feel my asshole being more wet than usual. A little emptier too. "Gee, thanks," I scowl. "If you really want to do me a favour, how about you free me from this? Then I'll give you something to really laugh at."

He narrows his eyes. "I'd like a better thanks."

My mouth suddenly opens. "Thank you for lubricating my needy asshole, sir~." I clamp my mouth shut, but the damage is done, and he chuckles again. "Very funny. I wish for this to stop and for my life to go back to normal."

"Oh, it's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. I'm not bound to grant all of your wishes, nor do I want to. I've had a lot of fun watching you these last few days."

"Really? Then why are you here? Just to gloat?"

"Quite the opposite, actually. You seem to have lost control of yourself far too quickly, which is a shame. Personally, it was a bit boring how you didn't fight back harder against those two men yesterday. You resigned yourself to your fate within seconds. I thought if I gave these men something to make them last longer, you'd regain your strength and show more resistance. Sadly, you're already on the verge of tears, so I came here to make another offer."