Shannon and Ashley

In Part 1, Shannon shared her fantasy with her husband. Subsequently, she was abducted and forced to serve a group of six men before she was restrained to a bed.

Shannon and Ashley Part 2

I kept yelling, demanding, then begging to be released but my pleas fell on deaf ears. Eventually the man who was providing direction walked back into the room and stood over me.

'Wow, don't you look good?'

'What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this? You said I was done for the night! Please. Please! Please let me go.'

He looked at me, hood over his head, and responded, 'I didn't lie. You are done with us. But now we have guests. Or maybe you should think of them as customers. Isn't that how whores refer to them? It doesn't matter because you're going to lay here and eventually they are going to come back here and you're going to be a good girl for them. So I suggest you lay there quietly, get a little rest, and get ready to please our friends.'

He grabbed my nipple and played with it for a moment and then traced his hand down between my legs inserting a finger. I had just allowed him to have sex with me, and not just regular sex, but oral sex and anal sex, and he had cum in my ass, but now I felt incredibly violated as his finger probed inside of me. He removed it and walked out of the room, turning off the light.

As I laid there, I listened to the growing number of voices in the trailer. I continued to hear cars pull up with multiple car doors opening and closing. It sounded like a large party was going on, with music now playing, beer cans being opened, and many conversations simultaneously occuring. I was cold and I began to cry, afraid of what was ahead of me. I'm not sure how long I laid there alone, but the light came on blinding my eyes, and the man guarding the door walked over to me.

'Are you ready?'

'No!' I replied, 'I don't want this, don't make me do this!'

He simply looked down at me and said, 'You can't do anything about this, so just get ready.'

He stepped out for a moment and then men began walking into the room, surrounding the bed, filling the room, while I began to scream, begging them to leave me alone. The men appeared to be of different ages, different races, and were all in some state of undress. Some were naked, some were just in underwear, some had shirts on and no pants, some were wearing sweats. Regardless of what they wore, they were all in some stage of arousal. They began to touch me, first gently, but quickly escalating, leading to them grabbing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and playing with my vagina, and someone leaned in and began fingering my ass before one of the men that took me quickly grabbed him and told him that was not his to touch.

I was full of fear. I knew exactly what was going to happen to me and there was nothing I could do about it. The man that spoke for the group flicked the lights on and off several times to gain everyone's attention.

'Everyone listen up. Our whore here is very glad to see you. To be clear, she is a cunt and she wants you to call her cunt. And she wants you to have a good time and enjoy her body. But there are a few rules, so let's go over those.

'First, you are only to refer to her as cunt. Not hard right? Second, you are only going to stick your cocks into cunt's pussy. Don't try to put your dick or anything else in her mouth or in her ass, only her pussy. When you fuck her, you absolutely have to wear a condom. Zero exceptions. And once you finish the deed, once you shoot your load, get the fuck off of cunt and let someone else have their turn.

'Also, unless you plan to take your load home with you, the cunt wants you to empty the contents onto her. She loves cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits. Feel free to leave your used condoms next to her on the bed or wherever, she wants to count them in the morning as she cleans up to see how many happy customers she served.

'Ok. Now I know you are all studs and want to show the cunt how good you are at fucking and how much stamina you have and all that bullshit. She isn't going home with you, this isn't a contest, so don't climb on the cunt until you are good and ready. We have a lot of time, but we don't need anyone between her legs for a 20 minute ride.

'Finally, and most importantly, do not hurt the cunt. If you do, you will be hurt, I will personally kick you in the balls and then beat the shit out of you.'

I was terrified as one of the black men rubbed my vaginal lips with a generous amount of lubricant. As he stepped away I suddenly became very aware of every man surrounding the bed, staring at me. Most of them held their erections with one hand while their other hand felt, grabbed and probed my body. I felt as though a thousand fingers were touching me. Some were talking with each other about me, as though I was a thing not a person. Others talked down to me, degrading me, telling me what they were going to do to me, or telling me to beg for their cocks. And anytime I pulled at my restraints, it seemed as though the entire group laughed at me.

It didn't take long before a young slender man with short black hair rolled a condom onto his penis and climbed over my legs and lowered himself over me. I begged him not to do it, but he rubbed his latex erection up and down my slit and then pressed in. The room cheered and he began to fuck me, demanding that I tell him how much I loved it.

I refused to respond and he began to roughly thrust into me, quickly tensing and cumming. He pulled out and crawled over my legs, then walking to the side of my head. As his cock softened, he pulled his condom off and held it over my face. I turned my head away, only to have it yanked back into place as another participant grabbed my hair.

'Since you couldn't answer me,' he said as he squeezed his large load of semen from the condom onto my lips. Then he grabbed my nose, pinching my nostrils closed, and I tried to hold my breath, but eventually I gasped for air and some of his cum ran off of my lips and into my mouth. He placed his used condoms next to my head, telling me I was a good cunt and adding I will always remember him when I lick my lips.

The next man crawled between my legs, quickly penetrating me. He worked his cock slowly in and out of me as he hovered silently above me. But it wasn't quiet, the room continued to shout jeers at me, calling me a cunt, declaring how much I was enjoying it. This man lasted a little longer before cumming inside of me, then quickly pulling out. As he climbed off, another man banged his way over my shins and roughly inserted himself. As he fucked me, I watched the next load of cum being deposited across my forehead, feeling it running into my scalp.

I tried to keep count of how many men were violating me and I was up to 12 with cum all over my face, my lips, in my hair, in my left eye, when the largest man in the room climbed onto the bed, kneeling painfully on my right leg as he squeezed in between my knees. He was obese by any measure and his rolls of fat prevented me from seeing his penis. The crowd began to chant 'Curly' as the older bald man leaned over me, fumbling to find his penis and place it in my vagina.

He sat back and asked for a blanket, folding it and shoving it under my hips, raising them up. He then made another attempt to insert himself and I felt his short fireplug push into me. He leaned forward, laying on me rather than supporting his weight, his large sweaty body uncomfortably pushing me into the bed as his hips moved back and forth. He had no rhythm as he fucked me, eventually grunting and sighing as he filled his condom.

The room erupted in cheers as they watched and then the large man rolled off of me, sitting on the edge of the bed before standing up and moving to the head of the bed. He told me to open my mouth and I refused. He again told me, calling me a cunt while removing his condom. He dangled the used condom in front of my face and grabbed my nose.

Rather than try to hold my breath, I clenched my teeth together and breathed through my mouth, thinking I was outsmarting them, but other men inserted their fingers into my cheeks prying my lips apart. Curly squeezed his load out of his condom and onto my clenched teeth. I tried to spit, but each time I tried, his semen only seeped further into my mouth.

I began to gag and cough from the taste and eventually the driver pushed through the group of men surrounding the bed and brought me a glass of water, lifting my head so I could drink. He then announced to the group that no one should try to put anymore cum in my mouth. He released my head and stepped away as the next man crawled between my legs and penetrated me with his erect penis. The next several men sequenced through quickly, each adding their cum to my face and laying their used condom next to my head.

Most of the men that used me to this point had average erections but the next man to get into the bed was different. He was young and fit, and he had a truly large cock. He knelt between my legs and rolled his condom over his thick member, then placing it at my entrance before gently pushing in. He filled me and stretched me even more than my largest dildo that I used at home. I had never had a real cock this large inside of me.

He began to rock back and forth as he hovered over me, gliding in and out. He announced to the gathering that I was getting wet and they began to talk about how their 'cunt' liked getting fucked. Someone reached in and began to fumble, attempting to caress my clit, and when they found the right spot, combined with the large meaty cock caressing the right spots within me, it brought an erotic tingle within my abdomen that quickly spread throughout my body.

I didn't fight it. For a moment, it took me away from my situation. I let the waves of emotions wash over me as my body trembled. The man between my legs paused, fully inserted, and let me enjoy my orgasm, and as it subsided and I opened my eyes, I realized the whole room was applauding and cheering, my orgasm justifying their actions.

The man inserted in me smiled at me and resumed thrusting, picking up his pace, and after several more minutes tensed and I sensed every pulse within me as he orgasmed. He dismounted and like the others, he removed his condom and stood over me, holding the tip and running his fingers along its length as he drained it into my eyes.

I kept my eyes shut as the men continued to climb onto me and use me. None stood out, none were well endowed, none lasted very long. I felt them deposit their cum on me, on my face, in my hair. Eventually someone spread their cum on my breasts, which actually was appreciated because it deterred the men from grabbing them as well as my nipples.

At some point the man who lead the group announced that their time was running out, and after four more men, he announced that the next person was the last person. The last man that got on fucked me roughly, painfully pounding against me, until he slammed into me one last time and came. As I felt his cum drip on my cheek and into my ear, the leader told the group that anyone who still needed relief could 'jerk off and shoot their load on the cunt,' after which I felt several warm ropes of semen hit my abdomen.

The men slowly filed out of the room, cheering and discussing how great their experience was, referring to me as an object. I had a sense of relief that the immediate threat was over but I was still very concerned about what potentially may happen later or tomorrow. One of the black men walked over to me and took a bunch of pictures before telling me that I should get some rest, and that he wasn't going to let anyone else in the room this evening.

I asked him to uncuff me and he told me that I had to stay like I was. I begged him but he ignored me. I asked him for water and he left and brought me a glass, holding my head up while he poured it slowly into my mouth. As he turned out the light, I told him I was cold and he pulled the blanket out from under my hips and covered my body from my knees to just below my breasts.

I laid restrained in the bed, the room dimly lit from the lights in the main part of the trailer, listening to the large group of men in the trailer. All I could see through my crusty eyes was the silhouette of the man guarding the door. I called to him several times, asking to be released, but he never acknowledged me.

I was uncomfortable and cold, unable to adjust my position, feeling the multiple loads of semen drying on my face, on my body, in my hair. My thighs, pelvis and legs ached, my breasts were tender from all the tweaking and pinching and my vagina was raw. I wanted to sleep but I was afraid to, occasionally dozing off before being awakened by any sound.

Eventually the men at the party began to leave and I listened as the trailer door and their car doors were opened and closed repeatedly until the trailer became quiet. Soon the trailer became dark, followed immediately by the sound of one of the men snoring.

When I awoke, the room was filled with light as the sun shone through the thin sheers. The trailer was quiet and the men were still asleep. I was still restrained and felt more sore than I had when I closed my eyes. My mind began to wonder what laid ahead of me, and what was I going to do. At one point, I had convinced myself that this was something safe, planned by Dan to fulfill my fantasy. But after last evening, I thought that was unlikely and now was concerned that I may be trapped. As my mind was spiralling through the horrible possibilities, the man that penetrated me in the van walked in the room.

'Good morning cunt. I'm sure you slept well after the good fucking you took last night.'

'Fuck you,' I replied. 'Let me out of these handcuffs.'

'That's exactly why I am here. The boys all have morning wood that needs to be taken care of.'

A wave of anger came over me and I kicked and strained against the cuffs yelling at him.

'I'm not your whore, I'm not doing this, I'm done. I want to go home.'

He began to painfully pinch my breasts telling me to be quiet.

'Let me remind you how this works. You do as we tell you and it's easier on you. If you want to be stubborn then it'll more painful for you.'

He continued to pinch my breasts while I helplessly thrashed in bed, refusing to give in, thinking like a child that throwing this fit would prevent the inevitable. But he pinched harder and harder and I eventually stopped, taking longer than I should have to realize I wasn't avoiding this.

'You are such a stubborn whore. Lift up your head'

I lifted my head and he placed a large, thick, heavy dog collar around my neck and buckled it tightly to my throat, the long metal chain hanging off the bed. He uncuffed my hands and then my ankles and allowed me to sit up in bed. My body was stiff and I was lightheaded. I rubbed my ankles and wrists, bruised, raw and cut from the cuffs and my hopeless fight against them.

I began to wipe my eyes and face and he yanked the chain, ordering me to leave my appearance alone. He told me to stand up and I did, uneasy initially. He roughly twisted the collar so that the 4 foot chain hung down my back, between the crease of my buttocks, hanging between my legs. My legs tingled as the blood continued to rush to my extremities.

I began to walk around the room under his careful watch, assessing my condition. I was very sore, my thighs were very tender to touch and bruising was becoming apparent in my legs. I looked down at my pert breasts, covered in dry semen that now looked like dry skin. But it was my vulva, my vagina, raw and tender, the area around it bruised, that demanded my attention with every step.

One of the black men entered the room and gave me a glass of orange juice and a blueberry muffin. I had my breakfast as I continued to slowly stretch and walk around the room. When I finished he told me to walk to the other bedroom and I knew the next act was about to begin.

'There's my whore. You look great. I love your hair and makeup,' he said sarcastically. 'Why don't you come over here.'

I walked over to the edge of the bed where the man who led the group was sitting up in bed with a semi erect penis below the sheet.

'Did you enjoy being a cunt last night? Did you enjoy being just a fuck hole for men to fuck? It sure looked like you did. I can't believe you fucking came. You really are a whore.'

'Can't you just call me by my name?' I asked.

'Is that what you want Shannon? Or do you want me to call you by another name? Do you want the name Shannon associated with the whore you are? Do you want to think about this dark side of your personality every time someone says your name? When your fellow nurses say your name at the hospital do you want to think of all the men that you allowed to crawl between your legs yesterday? When your brothers or sisters call you, do you want to think of how you orgasmed on black cock? When your husband says your name, do you want to remember how good you felt with our dicks filling all of your holes? Or do you want to pick a different name, an alter ego? A name you can associate with the whorish desires that fill that cum covered head? What do you want? What do you really want me to call you?'

He was messing with my head and my mind, mentally exhausted, was thinking through his challenge. I didn't answer him, rather I asked him what their names were.

'I'm not telling you their names, but if you really want to know, I will tell you mine. But you had better think about it before you ask,' he said.

I barked back without any consideration, 'I do want to know! Tell me your name.'

'It's Dan. Isn't that ironic. Same name as your husband.'

I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. And at that moment, I had no idea how that would fuck with my mind.

'And what would you like us to call you?' he asked.

I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was still processing that his name was possibly the same as my husband's.

'Come sit next to me. Come sit next to your other Dan,' he said, patting his hand on the bed. Without thinking, I slid next to him and he took my hand and placed it on his semi hard penis, telling me to stroke it and make it hard.

'Is this what you do with your husband, with Dan?'

'Stop!' I told him as I released his penis. 'I'm not pretending that you are my husband. I'm not doing it.'

'Ok, that's fine. I will stop bringing your husband into your fantasy, but you do need to call me Dan since you asked for my name,' he said pulling my hand back to his warm erection.

I traced my finger up and down the length of his penis before wrapping my hand around it and slowly stroking it to life.

'Good girl,' he said. 'Now tell me what you want to be called. Or should I choose for you?'

Well now I had gone down a rabbit hole and I wasn't certain what I should do. I worried that he was right, if I allowed him to call me Shannon, I would always be reminded of these events. But would I ever not remember it? If I chose an alter ego, wouldn't I be consenting? Accepting that I had a side of me that was this whore that they were using? I actually began to think of other names, acknowledging that I would never be the same after this, thinking that an alter ego may be the best way to compartmentalize this experience.

'Have you decided?'

'No,' I replied

'Then I will,' he started before I interrupted and told him no.

He waited for several minutes as I thought and then broke the silence, 'Ashley. That will be your slut name.'

'No!' I screamed. Ashley was my best friend, someone I went to college and nursing school with, the person I was out with when I met my husband, someone I talked to all the time and frequently went out with.

'Well I gave you enough time to think about it and you didn't choose. So I did. Now Ashley, since you have gotten me hard and excited, it's time for you to climb on top of me and take care of me, fuck me, like you did all of those men last night.'