An Induction

This story contains scenes of nonconsensual, painful sex. It's pretty dark for a noncon story tbh. Proceed with caution.

All characters are 18 or older.

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Occasionally, Valerie would try to make herself feel guilty about forcing her cock up Patrick Shelby's ass, but she could never manage it. Every time she thought about it, she just got swept up in the eroticism of the moment, the way he quivered and trembled beneath her, the way his mouth opened in this expression of holy ecstasy as his cum had shot out of his cock and spilled into every crevice of his toned body. After that, well, things had gotten less nice for him, he'd gotten so sensitive, but she'd kept going, knowing that it was hurting, enjoying that it was hurting...

She'd deserved a win that day, honest, she'd needed something nice for herself after The Incident that had happened the previous day. And anyway, she wouldn't have done any of it without Rose influencing her.

God, that whole day was so insane, it was bizarre in retrospect to think how low she'd felt at the beginning of the day in the aftermath of The Incident. She was walking to the cafeteria, trying to make up her mind whether she wanted to tell Rose about The Incident. Rose was a futanari like her, the only other futa girl Valerie knew, and she'd always been a confidante. Certainly she was the only person Valerie would even consider telling about The Incident. Maybe she'd feel better to get it off her chest, but on the other hand maybe picking at the wound would just hurt. Regardless, she was pretty sure Rose at least wouldn't judge her.

She might tease her though. Rose Nail had a strange, often cruel sense of humor, the kind of girl who laughed her ass off when the penguins got eaten in a nature documentary. Maybe she'd think Valerie was too delicate, Valerie was pretty sure Rose was kind of a badass. How much of what she said could be believed was anyone's guess, she'd told at least five different stories about how she'd gotten the long straight scar down her left eye (she'd gotten in a knife fight with a mugger, she'd gone through the windshield of a car but that was the only injury, a satanist had tried to steal her eye for use in a black magic ritual...) but Valerie was still pretty sure Rose was tough, could handle herself, she just exuded that sort of confidence, and maybe Rose would look down on her for being so easily overpowered.

For the time being, Valerie decided she was going to try and say nothing. She sat down at the table across from Rose, who was pouring a mountain of ketchup out next to her fries. "Hey Val," she said, not looking up.

Valerie said nothing, just nodded stiffly.

"I've been thinking," Rose said through a mouthful of fry, "now that I'm eighteen, I should get a tattoo. Something that would bug my mom." She waggled her eyebrows.

"Uh huh," Valerie mumbled.

"Like my idea was, it'd be of a cute boy, with, like, curly blond hair, right, with a massive python or something wrapped around him crushing him to death. But I'd want his face to look like an O-face, right, so it's more erotic." Rose popped another fry into her mouth. "Maybe a little slogan underneath it, like 'Main Squeeze' or something. Or, hm, maybe that's dumb. What do you think?"

Valerie didn't respond, just sat there picking at her broccoli with a plastic fork.

Rose looked at her for a moment and then frowned. "Jeez, what crawled up your ass and died?"

Valerie let out a weird yelp of laughter at that. She inhaled deeply, managed the word, "So," and then burst out sobbing.

In a warm voice, uncharacteristic of her, Rose asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh God, something happened," Valerie managed.

"Tell me." Valerie looked up at Rose, her bright green eyes seemed kind for once.

Valerie sighed, "So after tennis practice yesterday, I was coming out of the locker room and there was," weird little choking noise, "like, this group of boys outside, just, like, waiting for me."

"Oh yeah?" At this Rose's lips curled into a curious smile. "What happened then?"

"They were just like... I think it was Brad Walski, he said, 'We heard you had a dick.' I was just like, 'Yeah?'

Brad said, 'Yeah, and we don't like you being in the girls' locker room with our girlfriends.'

I said, cause I thought it would calm them down, 'Oh, I'm not interested in girls, you don't have anything to worry about.'

But that didn't make them calm down. Someone said, 'Oh, so you wanna fuck us in the ass, is that it?'

And," Valerie made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, "I probably shouldn't have said it, but I said, 'Maybe.'"

"Hah!" Rose put another fry in her mouth and, while chewing, said, "Bet that riled them up."

Valerie was grinning despite herself. "Yeah. They made me go in the boys' locker room, made me show them my dick, I don't know why but it was hard..."

"Oooh," Rose cooed, "Sweet Valerie's a little exhibitionist, huh?"

"Shut up," Valerie said, but she was still grinning, to her surprise Rose's teasing was making her feel better. "Anyway," her expression darkened, "they made me show them my, you know, breasts, and they asked if I was a tranny. I said no, I'm a futanari, born like this. They said I didn't belong in there either, and then they," deep breath in and out, "made me take all their cocks up my ass, just, one after the other, it went on for," shaky breath, "heh, well I was going to say 'hours' but really it was probably like twenty minutes or something. Heh. My mom didn't think anything was up when I came home, so it couldn't have been too long. Heh."

She looked up at Rose. There wasn't pity behind her eyes, just this bright spark of interest. "That's really hot," she said.

Valerie frowned. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," Rose said, and popped another fry in her mouth. "How many times did they cum in you?"

Valerie fidgeted with her glasses. "I... don't know..."

"Wow! I've never lost track of how many loads were in me. That's so fucking hot." Rose licked the fry grease off her fingers. "Did you cum at all?"

Valerie hesitated. She hadn't gotten off from the experience, it had been very un-erotic in the moment. But she enjoyed Rose's reactions, made her feel... impressive. Like something cool had happened to her, and not something awful. So she lied. "Yes," she said, and a moment later added, "twice."

Rose looked at her admiringly. "Wow. This was your first time right?" Valerie nodded. "What a way to lose it. You're so lucky."

Valerie grinned down at her broccoli. "I guess, huh?" If she was lucky, she thought to herself, her luck was in having someone like Rose. Rose had put a smile on her face for the first time since yesterday.

"Our little Valerie's a fuckin' dude magnet. Who'd have thought?"

Valerie nibbled her lower lip. "Yeah yeah." She hesitated a moment, considering whether to mention this, but, "Jordan Millet put his dick between my, you know," she grabbed at her chest, "in my cleavage."

"Oooh you gave him a tittyfuck," Rose cooed. (More like he took it, thought Valerie.) "Did he blow his load all over your chest and neck?"

He hadn't, but Valerie still said, "Yes."

"Very cool," Rose said, nodding. "Valerie's first pearl necklace."

"Heh." Valerie smiled at her. They sat in silence for a moment. Valerie considered sharing every facet of the experience, every degrading little moment, to see if Rose could turn all the bad memories into hot ones. But no. She didn't want to dredge any more up.

"You know," Rose had a wicked glint in her eye now, "I've got a group of friends, girls, you know, like us, dickgirls, who gang up on guys like that all the time."

Valerie blinked. "Oh?"

"Yeah, it's really fun," Rose went on, "you should come with us some time!"

"Uhhh..." Was she really talking about gangrape? Valerie thought so, but she seemed so cavalier about it, it seemed unthinkable.

"Hey," Rose said, her eyes lighting up, "maybe we could hit one of the guys who got you, would you like that?"

In truth Valerie didn't want to see any of them ever again, didn't even want revenge, just wanted to be left alone. "No thanks."

"Yeah, that's fine, I've got something even better on the agenda." Rose shot her a conspiratorial grin and went into her pocket for her phone. "Remember Patrick Shelby?"

Valerie for sure recognized the name, though she was struggling to match it to a face. She just said, "Yeah."

"He's back from college for a couple days," Rose said, "and he got FIT. Like... not brawny, I'm not really into brawny, but toned. Let me show you." She scrolled through her phone and turned it to show Valerie a picture.

Valerie for sure recognized the face, she remembered thinking he was handsome. He still had the same high cheekbones and long thin nose, nice full lips that Valerie had liked to imagine wrapped around her cock. And yeah, he was in good shape, all abs and lithe muscle.

Valerie looked back up at Rose, who gave her a wink. "So I took the initiative to get in touch with him. Sent him a message saying, 'Hey, heard you're back in town. Did you hear I'm 18 now?' He just responded like, 'Lol what does that mean?' and I just said, 'Take a wild guess.' And, in case he still didn't get it, 'You should join me for dinner tomorrow night,' with a winky face. That was all yesterday, so," Rose did a smug little hair flip, "I'm gonna pick him up after school today."

Valerie sighed. Boys had never given her attention. Until yesterday, but that didn't really count. "You make it seem so easy."

Rose snorted at this. "Boys are easy. You just gotta be assertive. Or aggressive. Heh. It works best when they don't know you have a dick." She reached out for Valerie's hand which was resting on the lunch table and stroked the back of it with her index finger. "If you wanna play, come by my house around four, the other girls should be there by then."

The touch was soothing, no one had touched Valerie in a nice way since before the incident. Still, she looked at Rose dubiously. "What do you mean, 'play?'"

"I told you," Rose said, "like what those boys did with you. Oh, don't worry, we'll make it good for him too. Heh," she nibbled her bottom lip. "I'm confident we can make him cum more than twice."

For years afterward, Valerie would consider what possessed her to decide to go to Rose's after school that day. At the time, her decision making faculties seemed to be nonfunctional, she walked around the rest of the day in a fog, trying to hold onto an internal monologue but failing to do so. But in some vague way, she knew by the time she left school that she was intending to go to Rose's house. Maybe it was just for the company, the hope that Rose would be able to put a smile on her face again. Maybe she felt some compulsion to bear witness to what Rose was planning to do. The thing that had happened to her, after all, was huge, too huge to hold in her head, and as weirdly soothing as Rose's reaction had been, it certainly muddied the waters, making it harder to really understand what had happened. And if she could at least look at an... event like that, from the outside, maybe it'd help her understand what she'd experienced.

Or maybe it was as simple as it looked; someone had invited her to a gangrape and despite everything her immediate response was, "Yes please."

In any case, around 4:10 she was pulling her junky old Pontiac Sunfire into Rose's driveway. Rose's house was an imposing sleek white home nestled in a yard of tall trees that somehow had blood-red leaves all year long. Valerie had been here a bunch of times through the years, and knew immediately that neither of the cars in the driveway belonged to Rose or her parents. She walked up the driveway to the front door and rang the doorbell.

It was an unfamiliar girl who opened the door, a few inches shorter than Valerie, wiry, deep red hair in a shaggy overgrown pixie cut. Valerie registered the girl's eyes locking onto her breasts for a moment before meeting her own gaze. "Hi," the girl said, a big grin on her face, "are you Valerie?"

"Yes," she said, stiff nod.

"I'm Skye. Rose has told me a lot about you." She reached out to grab Valerie's hand. "Come on in!"

As Skye led Valerie by the hand down the hall to the sitting room, Valerie could smell cigarette smoke wafting down toward them. She knew how much Rose's mother hated smoking in the house.

Skye said nothing for a while, just kept looking back at Valerie with that same strange grin. The third time she did this, Valerie asked, "Something up?"

"Nah," Skye looked down, seeming bashful, "just, I've got a thing for girls with glasses is all."

"Oh," said Valerie. "I have a thing for boys."

"Got it, yup, got it," Skye said in a clipped voice.

In the sitting room, there were two other girls, both smoking cigarettes. The one, sitting in the armchair in the corner, was enormous. Rose had been the tallest girl Valerie had ever met at six foot two, but this girl was easily an inch or two taller, even without the wild mass of curly black hair on her head, brawny powerful looking arms and legs. The other had buzzed blonde hair, and was sprawled over the couch against the opposite wall, thick smudgy eyeliner and thick thighs, which were shown off by a pair of miniscule pink booty shorts.

"So that's Iris," said Skye, gesturing at the blonde, "and she's called Ganza."

Valerie waved stiffly at both girls. "Hi. I'm Valerie. Where, uh, where's Mr. and Mrs. Nail?"

Ganza shrugged disinterestedly. "Out. Rose promised we wouldn't have any... interruptions." She shot Valerie a conspiratorial grin.

"You like fucking boys Valerie?" Iris asked.

"Uhmmm," Valerie scratched at the back of her head. "I never really... I haven't been the one doing the fucking."

"Oh yeah?" Ganza had her eyebrows raised. "You a good little bottom slut?"

Valerie stiffened, she could feel her heart beating fast. "Uhhhh..."

Ganza rubbed the front of her black jeans. "If Rose doesn't get here soon, maybe you could be our cumdump for the night."

Valerie's eyes were bugging out, staring intently at a spot on the carpet. She felt her breathing become all heavy and wheezy.

Skye jumped up onto Ganza's lap. "You know I'll be your cumdump anytime." In jerky energetic movements, she ground her ass back and forth against Ganza's lap.

Ganza had an affectionate grin on her face. Wrapping her arms around Skye's waist she said, "Yeah, I know you will. But I'm always craving something new."

"Hmm," Skye reached a hand back to pet Ganza's mass of curly black hair, "I'm your favorite cumdump though, right?"

"Nah," that was Iris, who had rolled over on the couch so that her ass was sticking up, "I've got the most booty." She shook her ass back and forth a little; Valerie could see very distinctly as her buttocks jiggled beneath the fabric of her shorts. "Which of us would you rather fuck, huh Valerie?"

"Uhhh," Valerie twisted at a strand of her wavy brown hair. In truth she didn't really feel lust when she looked at Iris' body, just envy, she disliked how skinny she was, she wished she had thick thighs and a big ass like Iris. "I really prefer boys," Valerie mumbled.

"Well yeah, all of us do," Ganza said (though Valerie registered a disgruntled expression crossing Skye's face for a moment), "but when there's no boys around," and Ganza gave Skye's red hair a tousle, "well, you bend one of these short haired dickgirls over and there's not much difference."

"Yeah," Valerie said with a shrug, "except for the voice."

"Ooh, we get real girly noises out of our boys though," Iris said, "we make 'em fuckin' squeal. We'll show you."

"Okay," Valerie said vaguely. She sat down on the floor and slid her book bag off her back onto the floor behind her.

Ganza, meanwhile, was giving Skye a firm nudge. "Alright, get off me Skye, don't wanna have a boner when the boy gets here."

Valerie blinked at this. "What, you're not going to tell him about your cock?"

Ganza grinned evilly. "He'll find out."

"Ah." Valerie decided to stop engaging with these girls, extremely sinister vibes coming from all of them. She buried herself in her phone and tried to tune out the chatter. Skye sat down on the floor right next to her, kept trying to look over her shoulder at her phone. Valerie just ignored this.

It was about twenty minutes later that the door opened and the sound of Rose doing a piercing fake laugh reached Valerie's ears. "Ohmigawd, you are TOO funny, Patty..."

Soon the two had walked into the sitting room. Rose really liked to dress slutty for a boy, and today was no exception; she was wearing a skimpy little hot pink crop top that covered her tits and little else, low-cut to show off cleavage and paired with skin tight jeans. Patrick had a casual plaid collared button-down shirt and some khakis, and in Valerie's estimation looked as stunning as he had in the picture Rose had shown her earlier. He was very obviously preoccupied with ogling Rose's body, it took him a solid two seconds to notice the other girls in the room. He blinked a couple of times. "Uhh, hi everyone," he said.

"Hiiiii!" Iris practically sang, while Ganza shot him a peace sign.

"I thought you said we'd be alone," Patrick said softly to Rose.

"I said my parents were out," Rose replied. "But my friends wanted to hang out here. You don't mind, do you?"

"Uhhhh," Valerie noticed him noticing Iris' thighs. "Yeah that's fine."

"Good!" Rose went over to the couch and, grabbing Iris' shoulders, rolled her off the couch onto the floor.

"Ow!" Iris rubbed the back of her head.

Rose ignored her and sat where her head had been on the couch. "Come sit here, Patty,'' she said, patting the seat next to her. Once Patrick sat down, Rose wrapped both arms around him. "Hey babe," she murmured.

Patrick had a big stupid gorgeous grin on his face. "Hey. So, uh," he looked around the room, "what's the point of this room? Is it like," his nostrils flared, he eyed Ganza's cigarette with some irritation, "a smoking room?"

"Nah," Rose said, "it's just, you know, a sitting room."

Patrick blinked. "Isn't, like, every room in a house a sitting room? There's no TV, no computer..."

Rose shrugged. "My mom wanted there to be a place in the house with no electronics, where you could just sit with your thoughts. Heh. Not that that worked anymore once they got me a cell phone."

"Yeah..." Patrick shook his head. "Man, I never just sit there thinking. Can't stand it, too boring."

"Oh yeah?" Rose was smirking now. "Why, cause you don't have any thoughts?"

"I just mean," he said huffily, "that I've always got some kind of stimulation, headphones in, listening to music, when I'm walking between classes, at the gym--"

"Oh yeah, I was meaning to ask," Rose cut in, "what is your regimen? How do you get in such good shape?"

Patrick seemed pleased by this question, "Well..."

"Yeah," that was Iris, still on the floor, laying on her stomach, "I've been trying to get in better shape, like I think my legs and butt are too fat." She started shaking her ass. "Like, should it be jiggly like that?"

"Uhhh," Patrick was pointedly looking at his own knees so as not to stare at her. "I, uh, I think you look fine. But, you know, exercise never hurts. You girls do any team sports? Nothing gets you in shape like being in a team sport."

"Oh yeah? What's your sport then?" That was Ganza.

"Soccer," Patrick said.

"Mm." Ganza took another drag on her cigarette. "You any good?"

"I'm a great fucking goalie," Patrick said, "my team sucks though, and there's only so much I can do..." here he coughed, and waved his hand in front of his face. "Any chance you could put those out? Smoke is bad for my lungs."

Rose shook her head. "No, no chance. In fact..." she took a package of cigarettes out of her pocket and lit one, taking a deep inhalation. "You want one Valerie?" she asked, smoke pouring out of her red lips.