Recap from I am a cum slut: "I thought she was shitting me. I got on the pill. I kept seeing Julie, and I asked her if she was real. She said yes, but I wouldn't know when or where. Julie said if I knew, it wouldn't be authentic.
She said I would have cocks up my slut-cunt, ass, and in my mouth. I would be covered in sperm to wear home. To experience the "walk of shame."
I became good at putting on makeup, and men started noticing me."
Part 2:
Over the next two months, I became an expert cunt lapper and dildo-fucking cunt. No, I didn't get fucked with a dildo, but God, I want to. I would wear a strap-on and fuck Julie's cunt until she passed out. I'd ram that enormous latex vibrating cock into her and stroke in and out as if I were a man fucking her horny slut cunt.
I loved the feeling of wearing that dildo, as the vibrator would stir up and excite my clitoris. I begged her to rip me open with that tool of cunt destruction, but she kept telling me no. She kept telling me I was to be raped as a virgin. The only part of my anatomy that experienced that dildo was my mouth after I was finished fucking Julie with it.
She would instruct me on how to suck it properly, and often, she ate my twat gash as I sucked that fake cock. She and I are now roomies. Life has become almost as dull and routine as before I met her. I forgot about looking over my shoulder for an impending rapist or group of rapists.
I routinely walked to work, often crossing through a large parking lot to shorten the walk home. It was in the back of that parking lot where I was grabbed from behind as I passed a delivery-type van.
I didn't think a thing of it. I was in the parking lot quite often. The thought of being grabbed from behind and dragged into a van never crossed my mind. My heart was racing, and my mind was gripped with fear.
They put a sack over my head, and I felt the hands of at least two people pushing and holding me. I started cursing, kicking, and yelling. I felt something cold against my wrists and heard a clicking. I instantly realized they had handcuffed me.
I continued cursing and screaming until one of them forced an object into my mouth. It was some type of ball with a strap that they fastened behind my head.
I felt the breath of one of them close to my ear and then heard him tell me, "Shut the fuck up, cunt, or you'll be sorry."
I whimpered and cried in fear. Was this my planned rape? Or did I become the victim of a kidnapping? How would I know?
As the van lurched forward, the people holding me started removing my clothes. No! Please, don't destroy my clothes. Those were my thoughts as I felt them hacking at my blouse and slacks as they used a sharp knife to cut my clothes to shreds.
Next, they cut away my bra, exposing my tits to them. Then, they cut down each side of my French-cut underwear. I was now totally naked and vulnerable. Even though it was warm out, I was shivering like a leaf on a tree.
I lost track of time. The van stopped, and I was roughly dragged out of it. I felt gravel under my feet. They dragged me along until I felt steps. They took me up the steps, and I heard a door open. Next, I was pushed into a room, where the door was closed and locked.
It seemed as though I was alone for hours, shivering and sobbing. Eventually, I must have passed out. I awoke sweating and lying on a hard floor. I heard someone at the door, and I curled up into a fetal position as the door opened.
I then heard footsteps. There are too many for just one person. Someone pulled the hood off of my head. I had to look a fright with my tear-stained makeup streaked on my face. I looked around, and the room was dimly lit with a bright light aimed at me.
There were murmurs, followed by a voice that said, "Pretty-looking bitch." Then the voice said, "Be good, and you will not be hurt." I'm going to help you to your feet, then I will uncuff your wrists and remove that ball gag.
Then another faceless voice said, "Yeah, we're going to need your mouth free to suck our cocks, bitch."
There was laughter. Another voice said, "A natural blonde," and then the others laughed. "Yeah, she keeps that cunt nicely trimmed." Then more laughter. The guy behind me removed the ball gag, and I screamed out, cursing at all of them.
They laughed, and a voice said, "Go ahead, cunt, scream, get it out of your system." I did, and as he uncuffed me, I lurched towards them and got knocked to the floor. Next, a pair of hands grabbed my head and gripped my hair.
He bellowed out, "Pull down my zipper and suck my cock, bitch."
I didn't move. He pulled my hair. Then he said, "Now, bitch!"
I reached up and pulled down the zipper of his jeans.
He coached, "That's a good girl; now pull out my cock and suck it." I hesitated, then he yanked my hair and yelled, "Now, cunt."
God, that fucking hurt. I opened the snap to his jeans and fished out his stiff cock. He didn't wear underwear. He yanked my hair again. I opened my mouth to scream, and he thrust his cock into my mouth. I was scared and crying. I didn't know if this was a random rape or my requested rape.
He hissed, "Yeah, suck my cock bitch, no fucking teeth."
I sucked his cock like I did with the dildo when Julie and I would make love. He loosened his grip on my head. He was merely resting his hand on my head when he said to the others, "This bitch sucks a cock like a Hoover vacuum."
