Aura's Trapped

*Trigger warnings: Non-consent, watersports, humiliation* Please read responsibly.

Friday night. My girlfriends and I were queuing in line to enter a club, The Butter Factory, excited to party the night away. It was the newest club on the block and I have heard that they had awesome DJs, great drink prices and was basically the hotspot for hot guys. I was hopefully looking forward to hooking up with a hot guy since it has been a month of no sex after breaking up with my ex. What could I say? I loved sex.

When we reached the front of the queue, I suddenly felt self-conscious as the bouncer stared at me from head to toe, ignoring my girlfriends. I was wearing a black mini dress, with a low neckline that showed the right amount of cleavage. I was not the most scantily dressed girl here but it was enough to make me feel sexy and confident. He was a big guy who towered over us. His muscles flexed and bulged as he crossed his arms and said, "Aura."

That's my name. I blinked. "Do I know you?" My voice came out unintentionally shy, unnerved that this scary looking bouncer knew my name when he had not even see my identification yet. I was not a shy person but somehow this man made me feel small. I couldn't help but noticed the veins in his arms and how good he looked in his shirt.

Damn girl, calm your tits down, I thought to myself. I was thinking like a bitch in heat. Oh god.

The bouncer just smirked. "Welcome." He gestured for us to go in. My girlfriends quickly pulled my hand and dragged me into the club, with the bouncer's heated eyes on me the whole time.

"Wow, thanks Aura! He didn't even check our IDs. Didn't know you have connections," one of my girlfriends giggled. I shook my head, confused. I said hesitantly, "I don't know him. That was weird..."

"Maybe he saw your Instagram. You're almost an influencer these days," another girlfriend said.

Oh, right. I had been posting pictures of myself a lot more frequently online. I had realised that it was a great way to earn some extra money from sponsors and advertisements that companies wanted me to do just because I had a sizeable amount of followers. My nerves calmed down a little, deciding that the bouncer just recognised me from online. If I had sex with him though...

I shook my head to dispel that train of thought. As the night went on, we drank, danced and flirted our way through the club. The drinks made me tipsy enough to dance my worries away, but not too much that I didn't know what was going on. I caught many interested men staring at me, or more like my dress, but they did not come up to me. Whatever. The night was still young and I had plenty of time to find a hook up later.

Currently, I was on the dance floor, dancing without a care in the world when I felt hands on my hips. Finally. I spun around to come face to face with a smiling guy. He looked kind of familiar but I couldn't remember if I had met him anywhere before. Maybe it was his light brown hair that was curled and styled in a way that was quite trendy, which reminded me of my peers at school. He had a mischievous look to his face. He bent down to my ear and asked, "You look sexy as fuck. Mind if I join you?" His breath tickled my ear, making me blush and I actually felt wet below. Oh my god, I was freaking horny.

I smiled back to indicate my interest and spun around again so that he was behind me. started started out dancing normally, but not long later, I could feel his hardon rubbing against my ass. I grinded against him, feeling one of his hands gripped my waist and the other touching my thigh. I was so horny I couldn't think straight. I grabbed the hand that was on my waist and brought it down to my other thigh. His hands felt incredible on my bare thighs. They felt warm... big... like they could easily finger me until I cum. I let out a small moan, and I could feel the guy behind me chuckle. He bent down to my ear again and said, "I'm willing to bet you're soaking wet."

I turned around, tiptoeing to reach his ear, and said, "Wanna cash in on that bet?" The guy's eyes widened before he grinned. I was momentarily blinded by how handsome he looked. He gripped my hand and pulled me out of the dancefloor. I tried to stop him and said, "Wait. I need to tell my friends first." But the guy just laughed and said, "Scared I'll kidnap you?"

I raised an eyebrow at him and said, "That's actually a valid concern. I don't even know you."

The guy turned to look at me fully now. "Yet you're ready to fuck me right there and then on the dancefloor."

I flushed, embarrassed that he was right. The guy just chuckled and pulled me in for a hug. His cologne was masculine and made me even wetter, if that was even possible. He licked my earlobe and said, "Me too. I can't wait. I'm about to bust my balls. Take pity on this poor boy, won't you?"

My brain was filled with lust and I couldn't think straight. I looked at the dancefloor and couldn't see my girlfriends. But I spotted one of them eventually and caught her eye. She was also dancing with a man. She saw me and waved. I smiled as she gave me a thumbs up.

Once we were out of the dancefloor, the guy said, "I've got a table in a room upstairs. It's private."

"We can just go to the toilet?" I asked.

The guy scrunched up his face. It was kind of cute to see. "It's gross. The room is much better baby."

"Are you alone?" I asked, suddenly curious as booking tables usually meant groups of people.

"Nope, I was with my friends. But they won't be coming back soon. Don't worry, it'll just be us." He smiled reassuringly at me.

We went to the second floor where it was definitely quieter and filled with private rooms. I took solace in the fact that there were still security personnel standing all around on this level. But they seemed to be looking at us, perhaps judging us, knowing we were about to fuck.

He opened a door and we entered a dark room. Before I could even look around, he shut the door and pushed me against the wall to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues swirling together. He pulled down the front of my dress, releasing my braless breasts. He stopped kissing me, looking down at my nipples, and groaned, "Wow. You're amazing."

I hooked a leg behind him, bringing him closer to me. "Fuck me," I moaned.

He licked one of my nipples and sucked them into his mouth. I moaned and gripped his head tighter. He licked, teased and bit the nipple until it's swollen. His other hand went under my dress and cupped my wet thong. He pulled my thong off my legs, and pushed one finger into me.

"Ah..." I moaned, his finger effectively fucking me as he pushed it in and out quickly. My pussy was so wet that his fingers had no problem coming in and out of me. He sucked on my neck, and my knees went jelly from the overwhelming sensations.

"W-wait," I said, feeling like I needed a break. But ignoring me, he inserted two more fingers. I felt really good, so tight, so full of his fingers. He pumped them in and out of me continuously. But it was getting a bit too much for me. I tapped on his shoulders and said, "Hold on."

He silenced me with his mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth and circled my own tongue, devouring me like a hungry predator enjoying his prey. My knees gave out, and I slumped against him. He managed to hold me up against him, with his fingers inside me and his mouth on me. I felt a strong wave coming and unable to control it, I came really hard all over his fingers. My pussy clenched around his fingers, milking them for all its worth. He bit my lip hard, and the pain mixed with the pleasure. I could taste my own blood from my lip but I was too lost in pleasure to care. I haven't cummed that hard in such a long time. I've missed this feeling. In the midst of my cum, I vaguely felt my hands being moved to my back and tied together by something. Confused, I tried to move my hands but I could feel that they were bounded tightly. Fear started kicking in and I tried to move my arms back around to no avail.

Before I could question what the fuck he was doing, there was a sudden bright flash and I blinked. Suddenly, someone else clapped in the room. My heart stuttered and I looked behind him, staring at the dark room with wide eyes. There was someone else with us in the room this whole time?

"Great performance, slut. I'm looking forward to an encore."

That familiar deep voice struck a chord in me and a cold sweat trickled down my spine. That voice used to whisper sweet nothings to me, but not long after, it became more vile and hurtful.

Bright lights turned on and I blinked. My ex, Justin, was sneering at me from behind the guy who just made me cummed so hard I thought I saw heaven. I gasped, "Justin? What..."

I tried to move away but I was stuck in place with the guy's fingers still inside me and his other hand gripping onto me tightly. My hands were tied painfully behind my back. I tried to break free of the tape but who was I trying to kid? The duct tape was impossible to break. He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of my still sensitive pussy. My heart beat quickly with fear.

"You took a pic?" The guy in front of me asked Justin, his thumb rubbing my clit. Justin laughed, "Yeah. I'll take another one. Her face is in full HD now." He held his phone up again. I hastily moved my head away to avoid getting photographed but the guy in front of me grabbed my chin and forcefully pined my head in place. I heard a shutter sound and a bright light from Justin's phone. Justin frowned and looked down. "Forgot to turn off the flash."

I tried to hit with my body, push and escape, but I was like a ragdoll pined in place. I shouted angrily at the both of them with tears in my eyes, "Fuck you! Get off me you motherfucker!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. I just knew I had to get out of here asap.

My pussy was drying up due to fear but his fingers were still pumping me. It was getting painful but the guy in front of me didn't seem to care. He looked playful and fun when we were dancing, but now he seemed dangerous and scary. His eyes looked down at me mischievously with a grin dancing on his lips. "Oh? Didn't you want to get fucked baby? We haven't even get to the best part yet."

"Say cheese, slut," Justin mocked, his phone pointing towards us again. There was no way I could've avoided his phone with my head and the rest of my body pined in place, so I spat uselessly in his direction. The both of them just laughed.

Justin pocketed his phone and walked towards us. "Told you you wouldn't see the last of me, remember?"

He was referring to the last time we saw each other. After numerous fights over his obsessive and toxic behaviours, I decided to break up with him. He obviously didn't take it too well. The last thing he told me was that we were not over and I would definitely see him again. I did not take his words to heart.

But seeing him now, casually taking two photos of me post-orgasm with a stranger Justin obviously knew, was making me terrified. "I'm going to call the police after this," I gritted out.

Justin reached out and groped my breast. He flicked my hard nipple and the sensation made me hiss. He pinched the nipple and pulled on it. The guy in front of me moved away slightly but kept his fingers in me while Justin latched his mouth onto my breast. I leaned as much as I could against the wall but there was nowhere for me to hide. I could feel my nipple being licked and sucked and I could not deny the warm sensation spreading through my body.

The guy smirked at me. I knew he could feel the wetness in my pussy again. "You're getting wet. You're actually a real slut, like Justin said you are, huh?"

I spat angrily at the guy's face. "Fuck you!"

Justin released my nipple, looked at his friend and laughed, "Looking good, Trevor."

So the guy who fooled me into thinking he was just a playful hookup's name was Trevor. Trevor didn't seem offended, in fact, he just laughed too. He just lifted my face towards him and he spat on my face. I shrieked with disgust.

"What's wrong? I figured you like spitting baby," Trevor said amusedly. He swiped his fingers on my face, rubbing his spit onto my cheeks. "I think you will like cum on your face more though."

Justin said, "She definitely likes cum. She used to beg me for it. I will cum all over her face and hair. Inside her, all day.. all night.."

His words brought back memories back when we were still in our honeymoon phase. Back when he seemed like a sweet boyfriend. We would fuck like rabbits all the time. It was true I loved his cum.

Before he turned into a raging possessive bull.

Trevor licked his lips. He groaned, "Fuck. That vision almost made me cum." He kissed me again, his tongue lapping greedily at me. I tried to keep my mouth close but Justin went back to sucking on my other nipple, which made me gasp involuntarily. Desire filled me again, but my heart was telling me to stop, to fight, to deny these two cruel men. But my body was warming up to the sensations, betraying me.

His mouth left me when I felt something wet entered my mouth. My eyes widened when I realised it was my soaked thong. I tried to spit it out but out of nowhere, duct tape was taped over my mouth. I tried to shout at them but I could only make sounds. Trevor took out his own phone and snapped a photo of me. I closed my eyes and felt tears sting my eyes. Trevor whispered, "Beautiful."

I stilled as I felt something cold touch the middle of my chest. Opening my eyes, I watched in horror as Justin used a glinting scissors to cut open my dress. I gasped as the scissors came dangerously close to my nipple but Justin chuckled and removed the scissors once my dress has been successfully cut in half. Justin tore what remained of my dress and I was left standing naked in front of them.

Justin wolf-whistled as he leered at my naked body. "What a slut indeed. Look at you, soaking wet with desire knowing you are about to be raped by your ex and his friend." He pushed my shoulders down, making me fall onto my knees painfully. Trevor and Justin unzipped themselves and released their throbbing hard cocks. I panted heavily, looking around the room for help. It was empty with just sofas and tables. Empty and full beer bottles were scattered all around.

"Fuck, I need to pee." Trevor hissed. He rubbed his cock obscenely right on top of my face. His precum dripped onto my forehead.

"Just pee on her," Justin suggested, an evil gleam entered his eyes. He gripped my hair and pulled it back harshly. I mumbled helplessly, and looked into Justin's sinister eyes. He said, "She's ours to play with all night. And you'll willingly play with us, won't you, my little Aura?"

I shook with fear but his words also triggered something in me. My stomach clenched with desire. It was something Justin and I had discussed a long time ago. We were talking about our sex fantasies and I casually mentioned non-consensual sex. I used to have a fantasy of being taken against my choice and would get turned on by the idea of having my control taken away from me. It had been a long time since I had had that fantasy though.

I briefly wondered if Justin remembered but all thoughts left me when Trevor aimed his cock at my face and I closed my eyes, humiliated at the thought of being used like a urinal. Sudden warm liquid sprayed my forehead, eyes, nose and mouth. Justin tilted my head further back, and the liquid sprayed down my neck, and I could feel Trevor's piss dripped down my breasts. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably. Shit, I was actually getting off on being pissed on.

"Open your eyes, slut," Justin said with a lust-filled voice. "Look at who own you."

I refused to open my eyes. Fuck them!

The liquid seemed to stop and I thought it was over until I felt my body being pushed onto the ground. My hips and legs were lifted up and my eyes flew open. I shook my head desperately as I watched Trevor push his dick into my gaping pussy. I moaned while Trevor groaned. "Fuck, Aura. So fucking tight."

I kicked my legs but Trevor managed to hold them in place. I felt warm liquid shoot in me. I choked on my humiliation as Trevor released the rest of his piss inside me. It filled me up impossibly, with some of it spilling out and dripping onto the floor. Justin was beside me, stroking his cock, watching us. His precum spread all over his cock. He whistled, "Damn, that's hot as fuck."

Trevor started moving his hips, pulling out slowly and slamming back into me hard. My eyes rolled back. This was wrong. I was being raped. But yet...

Justin shoved Trevor away. "Hey, didn't say you can fuck her pussy first."

Trevor frowned, "You're okay with me peeing in her cunt though."

Justin pulled my legs towards him and I was too tired to care at this point. "I get to fuck her pussy first. That was the deal. You lure her in, you get to fuck her too. But after me."

Trevor just shrugged, winking at me. "Fine, I still get to fuck your mouth, baby."

Anger rushed through me again when I heard their careless words. They made a deal to trap me? And it fucking worked. I felt like an idiot, but it was hard to think when I had piss literally swirling inside me.

Justin pushed his cock inside me and somehow he felt bigger than Trevor. My pussy clamped around his dick as he pounded into me roughly. I felt light-headed while Justin kept pounding into me deeper and deeper, until wetness kept spilling out from where we were connected.

Tape was removed painfully from my mouth and my thong thrown out. I gasped for air but Trevor's dick shoved into my mouth. "Bite and you'll see your pictures sent to everyone you know," Trevor threatened. He pushed his dick impossibly further down my throat. I moaned as I tasted his precum. It was "Now suck like a good girl."