Recommended that you start with the previous chapters. Everything is just fantasies, not based on real events. If you can't stomach themes of violence, coercion and abuse, please do not read this story.
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Katie spent Saturday in the way that has become her new normal: in shame and frustration with a dose of self hate and guilty masturbation. What happened the night before shocked her in multiple ways; She finally got her hidden fantasy of being with multiple men realised, but she was denied the sweat release they experienced while using her. Being at their mercy, bound and abused, had sent her body into a state of anticipation and lust she rarely experienced in the past. She was also taken with no questions asked, raped and used like a sex doll.
The memory of the two disgusting men bounding her and fucking her, both caused her to hate them and feel sexually enticed. It was to her disgust that she brought herself to a strong orgasm while visualising Jay and Paul tag teaming her. She came hard, then cried in the shower afterwards. It was as if her body and mind were surrendered to her tormentors. Admitting to herself that she was powerless to fight against it all was somewhat liberating. She was the victim, so she could do no wrong, even if her treatment was getting more debased and degrading with every passing day.
The dreaded Sunday came soon afterwards. Katie had to excuse herself from meeting with her friends for brunch. It was hard for her, coming up with lies, to cover for the time she spent at the hands of her boss. Her friends were worried, as she was kind of different lately. They gave her space though, thinking that she probably found a guy, or maybe had some trouble at home. Thankfully, her housemates were all gone rather early, to catch up with the other girls for brunch. The house was left empty for her to get ready. It also minimised the risk of someone seeing her leaving with Paul.
It was not entirely clear to her why she bothered, but she spent some time shaving the pale hair off her legs and mount. She'd normally do that prior to a night out or a hot date, not when about to meet her serial abuser. Then again, a lot of things no longer made sense. She enjoyed the smoothness of her creamy thighs, how her delicate lips were now fully naked and inviting. The realisation that she was getting herself ready for those monsters was coupled with a sudden wetness from the memory of being manhandled. Katie had stopped trying to make sense of her ordeal, or rationalise. She was diving in the deep and hoped she would make it, somehow.
Her makeup was the next item on her list. She kept it rather simple, but ensured that her beautiful eyes were highlighted, accompanied by her favourite lipstick. While checking her wardrobe, a sudden sense of hesitation hit her, cancelling her previous excitement. She opted for a pair of jeans and a shirt, getting the idea that plain clothes would offer some protection from the lecherous men. Katie simply couldn't shake off the notion that her choices were responsible for her suffering.
It was close to 10 am when she was startled by a knock on the door. It was Paul, right on time. She greeted her with his usual smug smile, which turned sour almost immediately.
"What's this outfit you got on, luv? We are going to a garden party, not a nun convention."
"What's wrong? I got ready as you asked, what's the problem?"
Paul shook his head as if disappointed.
"I told you to do your makeup, I'd take care of the rest, remember? Let's see what we can do, yea?"
The older man pushed pass her and into the lounge, before asking where her room was. Despite her protests, he finally made it to Katie's room and started going through her wardrobe.
"Ah, this one will do, perfect for the hot weather. Hurry up and get changed, we don't want to miss out on the party."
His "perfect" outfit was some flimsy mini beach dress, which Katie reserved for vacations at the beach.
"You can't expect me to go out in this, right? This... this is barely a dress!"
"Listen, I'm not going to argue with you, cause you will be a good girl and do as told. I'm not gonna waste my time here, so get on with it. Oh come on, don't pretend that you don't like showing off, for fucks sake, save that for someone else."
It was shocking to her, being expected to go out in this outfit. Katie harboured no illusions as to what likely awaited her at their destination. However she always felt it was a private affair, not something out in the open. Now Paul was going to parade her around, dressed up like a cheap whore. It was hard to bring herself to flaunt her body like that, though she felt a tinge of excitement at the prospect.
With a long sigh, she stripped out of her jeans and top, with Paul getting comfy on her bed..
"So, is this where you normally get ploughed?" he asked. "It's a bit small, but feels firm. You must be getting some good shags here, eh?"
Katie scoffed at his comment, then got hold of the dress.
"Now now, not like that! Get rid of that bra, luv, it won't look good with that on!"
She sighed and obliged him. Her firm breasts were released, her nipples proudly erect.
"Good girl. Also lose them granny panties. Get a thong on, your ass looks good in them."
Though annoyed by his manners, Katie did as ordered. Past experience taught her not to challenge Paul. To her shame, the excitement of showing off and submitting to orders creeped on her. Standing naked in front of her fat boss, she felt humiliated and aroused at the same time. Her delightful pussy was visibly wet. Being completely shaved allowed for her outer lips to glisten with her juices.
"Hm, that looks tasty. You will always shave for me, from now on. Come here."
She obeyed and stood next to him.
"Lift your leg on the bed. Yes, like that, let me see..."
He reached and groped her thick ass, while inserting two fingers inside her with no hesitation. She winced at the violation but stood upright. His fingers explored her wet pussy, causing her to moan and bite her lip. His thick thumb rubbed against her naked labia. He then retrieved his now coated fingers, smelled them, then licked them clean.
"Tasty indeed. I'd fuck you right now, but we got to get going. Get dressed!"
As ordered, she got a high waist thong on, followed by the flimsy dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt exposed. Her body was only technically covered by the short dress, most of her back naked, with the flimsy dress resting on her breasts and ass. At Paul's demand, she wore her blonde hair in a high ponytail, accentuating the nakedness of her back. The only choice she was allowed to make was a small purse for her stuff.
At Paul's order, she followed him to his car. The flimsy straps kept the dress loose, which did little to contain her tits, which normally would be covered by her bikini top. Every few steps Katie had to rearrange the dress, though Paul was quick to grab her by the hand and pull her to his car, not allowing her to cover up. Katie wondered if any neighbours were witnessing her being paraded like a cheap whore. It was scary but also exhilarating.
In the car, the dress bunched up and she felt the leather seat against her naked buttocks. The engine revved and soon they were on their way. While driving, Paul multitasked and got his short's buttons undone, getting his uncomfortable erection out.
"We got a bit of a drive and I'm already hard from your little show, you dirty slut. Be nice and suck my cock, yeah? I don't want to be talking to my mates with a hardon."
Against common sense, Katie undid her seatbelt and lowered herself over Paul's lap. She hated him, but she couldn't deny the effect his massive cock had on her, how it made her feel, how humiliating and perverse it felt to serve him.
The thick, hard cock felt alive in her mouth. Without any encouragement, she took him as deep as she could and worked the head with her throat.
"That's my good slut, oh yes, like that, you are so good. Fucking little slut you are, make daddy cum."
Being a university freshman, Katie was less than half of Paul's age. This was the first time the word "daddy" was used between them. Though she always found that word cringe, it somehow made the scene feel even more kinky. She responded by moaning and working his cock even more passionately. Paul was pleased with her and it was mere moments later that he unloaded his cum in her eager mouth. She sucked and swallowed all he had to offer. She was hard at work but not for his pleasure. A small hope of her was that the more cooperative she was, the less inclined Paull will be to degrade her in the future. She was also starting to take pride in how much he enjoyed her, as wrong as that sounded.
They remained silent for the rest of the drive, until Paul rode up to the driveway of an unassuming house. It was at the end of a series of townhouses, with a garden at the back. Smoke was already rising over the fence, with the sound of drunk people's music coming off a hidden speaker.
Katie got out of the car and followed Paul. She felt her body moving, flaunted, with the sun rays warming her naked flesh. She wished to get inside as quickly as possible, before the entire neighbourhood saw her like that. God knows what they would think of her.
The door opened and the frame was filled with Jay's massive body.
"Pauly, you finally made it, I thought you'd be shacking up with the bird and forget all about your mates!"
"Bollocks mate, you know I always deliver."
Katie didn't know what to make of that statement, but she wasn't given much time to ponder. Jay pulled her close to him, his eyes devouring her from tip to toes.
"Lovely to see you again my dear, show old Jay some love."
