Jenny felt like shit. She sat and sobbed her heart out. She'd been talked into doing this sodding photo shoot by her boyfriend. Mark should have been here, to chaperone her, protect her from the evil filth that had plundered her body, deprived her of her dignity and made to feel a useless slut.
Her pussy ached, having been stretched to capacity, fucked then fucked again. Her briefs were soaking wet with the remnants of several loads of cum which had been ejaculated inside her over the last few hours and she felt drained, both physically and mentally. It was dark outside and the cab sped through the streets like a bat out of hell, the amber glow of the street lights adding to the horror that replayed in Jenny's own mind. She adjusted her seating position, the discomfort from her well used pussy and the semen the flowed from it made her feel as though she'd had a dose of the runs and shat in her panties. The unmistakable aroma of spunk filled the cab like a noxious cloud and she felt miserable. How the fuck had she gotten herself into such a situation.
Being talked into posing for photos initially seemed OK, but then to do topless, then nude, then lewd photos. She shook her head in disbelief. She should have said no and just walked out before the dildo experience. And what the fuck was in that lubricant? It made her feel all tingly and warm. Against her better judgement, it had got the better of her and, consequently, subjected to having her pussy raided by total strangers, none of whom she'd have been intimate with, even if she weren't already in a long term relationship.
She recalled how the creep from Uni had been behind the entire thing. It transpired that the creep (or rather, the creep's wealthy and influential father) had an indirect connection with a relative of Mark's. Apparently, the worked for one of his businesses and a function was being thrown in honour and family members had been invited. It just happened to coincide with the photo shoot. Jenny sighed to herself at the stupidity of it all. It all seemed so far fetched, yet it had happened. And despite her education, her strong willed manner and scepticism of some people, she had still gone along with it. "Stupid cow!" she said silently to herself.
She closed her eyes briefly, images of the creep having his evil way with her resonated around her mind like an echo. Images of his ugly, pot marked face and manic smile replayed itself over and over again, haunting her until she opened her eyes. The street lamps played their own tricks on her, conjuring up spectral images of the creep, his tiny dick and the painful vinyl penal extension he'd strapped to himself like some perverted lesbian. Her flesh crawled at the thought.
Jenny tried to change the subject in her own mind, trying desperately to think about Mark coming home, their forthcoming holiday, the excitement of travelling to Spain, some warm sunshine, clubbing, drinking, swimming, sun-bathing, exotic foods to try, maybe some wind surfing or other water sports to try.
The cab drove over a pot hole in the road and the bump caused Jenny to bounce a little on the seat, despite being strapped in by a seat belt. The sudden jolt caused pain in her rectum, having had a plethora of things inserted over the last few hours. Shit, that hurt!
She tried to recapture the holiday dream, the realisation that she'd left her bikini behind at the warehouse shocking her back to reality. There was no way she was going back to collect it. She'd have to buy a new one. And a totally different design, she wanted to erase all memories of today.
But would she be allowed to?
That scum had recorded video footage of her in a whole range of compromising positions, making her do things against her will but looking like she was a willing participant. She feared that he'd continue to use this power against her.
He'd started by making her suck his miniscule cock. She'd been repulsed at the idea but figured that if she hurried it up and made it feel good, it might not last long and she'd be released. The creep had other ideas, however.
Despite the amount of money his family had, they hadn't spent much of it on dental or plastic surgery for him, that amount was evident. His pop marked facial features, discoloured teeth and tatty clothes made him look like some down-and-out. Sure, many students at university were on a limited budget and looked a little poor, that was one of the obvious traits of being a student. A perk, maybe!
Sadly, this creep had a bad attitude to go with his overwhelming but well hidden wealth. He'd stated that he could have penile extension surgery and the surgery would cost daddy several thousand pounds but he'd declined the offer because he didn't like pain. Or, more to the point, he didn't like to endure pain, although he could dish it out in much the same way he could dish out cash to attract friends.
He'd rammed his tiddler into Jenny's mouth, his hands holding her ears and forcing her head into his groin, his rough pubic hair against her face and nose making it difficult for her to breathe. She'd forced her head away from his momentarily, her breathing heavy as she gasped for air.
"Look guys" the creep had shouted to those around him, "She's turned on my by dick. You can tell by her heavy breathing!" he laughed, forcing himself back into her waiting mouth. Jenny had tried to finish the creep off quickly, sucking with all her might that she feared her face might cave in with the pressure. Her tongue again darted over his circumcised dick, trying desperately to bring him to the boil. The creep, for whatever reason, responded very slowly. Jenny discovered later that he had a hormone issue, hence his tiny penis and difficulty in obtaining and maintaining an erection. This was going to be hard work.
Creep had decided that he was going to punish Jenny for her unnecessary remarks earlier and he'd got Omar to throw what looked like a padded sandwich box over to him. He'd unzipped the case whilst still inside Jenny's mouth, her eyes looked at him suspiciously. "What the fuck was he planning?" she wondered to herself.
He released her with both hands and quickly opened the case and removed an offensive looking dildo, ribbed and knobbled and looking like a bar of peanut brittle, long straps with Velcro and a matt black colour. Furthermore, it looked very rigid, not ply-able like some plastics. This was vinyl, no flexibility, just rigidity. He removed his penis from her mouth and she noticed it was hollow, allowing his own tiny dick to fit inside before he strapped it around himself. He'd obviously done this before, judging by the speed of it, and within seconds, he was waving it about in front of Jenny's nose like a jar of smelling salts. Jenny noticed the clean plastic smell like it was new and she guessed she was the one to take its virginity. Jenny pondered what sexual experience the creep had enjoyed (if enjoy was the word and, if so, if both or all parties had 'enjoyed').
The creep had grabbed her head again and forced the very hard dildo back into her mouth and it grated against the roof of her mouth, causing her to screech in pain. He thrust himself into her, neither of them enjoying the experience, she feeling nothing but pain, him feeling nothing as the action created little sensation to his entrapped tool.
He drew the tool out and ordered Jenny to lay on one of the beanbags, he himself getting a second beanbag to place under her hips, allowing him easier access to her pussy, the lips red and swollen with abuse. Her natural lubricant was drying up, the excess stimulation from the medicated lubricant wearing off, the remains of the other guy's sperm was all there was. As the stimulation had subsided, her pussy was also contracting and the creep's sudden and forceful violation of her vagina caused Jenny to jump, wincing in agony as the dry vinyl forced it's way painfully into her.
She relived the pain as she sat in the taxi, her face scrunching up as the memory struck, feeling the pain again in her pubic area. She recalled how the creep had fucked her with his plastic penis and how he'd verbally abused her. He'd called her a tart, a slut, a bitch, a whore, a cheap slapper and a whole host of other terms which Jenny had shut her ears to, not wanting to take in any more than she had to.
Yet strangely, as the creep had begun to feel aroused, he'd been more friendly; complimentary almost. He'd said she was beautiful, gorgeous, had lovely legs, sexy eyes, wonderful tits, horny pubic hair, and so on. Jenny was having trouble in her own mind, knowing where she stood with this creep, one minute she was the hero, the next minute, the villain.
