Shannon And Ashley Pt 03

Previously, Shannon was abducted by a group of six men after she shared a dark fantasy with her husband. She was forced to serve the men, then restrained to a bed, where a larger group of men had sex with her. Shannon struggles with her alter ego, the part of her that enjoys being a slut, the persona that her captors have named Ashley.

Shannon and Ashley Part 3

'You did a very good job Ashley. You're going to do great tonight,' Dan told me.

I wondered what he meant, fearful of a night similar to the last. But I wasn't allowed much time to consider what was in store for me.

'Go into your bedroom and count the used condoms. Count the men you fucked last night. Call us back there when you know how many men you whored yourself out to,' Dan ordered.

I got to my feet and walked down the short hallway, the chain leash of my collar bouncing against my ass, knowing the men were watching me. I walked to the bed and looked at the used, dry condoms laying across it, almost creating an outline of my head and shoulders. I didn't want to touch them, I'm not sure why, their contents were now dried in my hair, on my face, on my breasts. But I did. I began to count, pulling them apart from one another, horrified as the number grew beyond ten, then twenty. When I finished I realized 28 men I had never met had penetrated me, fucked me, violated me.

I sat in silence for a while, the men left me alone, and I contemplated what was transpiring, how my life had changed, all because I had shared a secret dark fantasy.

Eventually I called them. When they walked in, one of the black men had my phone, certainly recording me.

'How many men did you fuck last night Ashley?'

'Twenty Eight,' I answered, still dealing with the reality of the number.

'Did you orgasm last night?' he pressed as the horror overwhelmed me.

'Oh my god I did,' I uttered.

'So you enjoyed yourself,' Dan stated. He clearly wasn't asking.

'No, no I didn't,' I pushed back

'Who is that talking? Is that Shannon? Is it?' he demanded. He was almost surgical in his conversation and methods to divide and grow my personalities.

'No, I mean yes. I don't know. I don't know how I could have enjoyed it. I don't know why I would have enjoyed it.'.

'But Ashley did enjoy it. You enjoyed it.'

I hadn't. But I wondered if I had let myself, would I have enjoyed it.

He looked at me and asked, 'Who are you?'

I told him Ashley, because it was what he wanted to hear and I honestly didn't know in that moment.

'And how many men did you fuck last night Ashley?'

'Twenty Eight,' I replied.

'And did you enjoy having all of those men between your legs, pleasing them?'

I paused, but I knew this wasn't going to end unless I played along. So I answered, 'Yes Dan.'

'And what does that make you Ashley?'

'Happy?' I replied, uncertain of what he wanted.

He laughed. 'That's good. But doesn't that make you a whore? A slut?'

'Yes. I am a whore and a slut.'

He was satisfied. The men next proceeded to have me pose with the used condoms, having me assume different positions on and off the bed, laying down, kneeling, on all fours, condoms in front of me, on my body, all for them to take pictures with my phone. Once they were done, Dan told me that I should throw them all away.

The men retreated to the living room and quickly called me out. They were all seated throughout the trailer's kitchen and living area. I was told to kneel and I complied. Dan sat in an armchair and looked down on me.

'Ashley, there is one more thing I want to make sure you know and understand.' He paused and then continued, 'You now know and accept that you are a whore and a slut and you enjoy it. Is that right?'

'Yes Dan,' I replied

He sat and stared at me, contemplating his next words.

'That's all you are now,' he stated, staring coldly at me. There was a long period of silence as his words repeated in my head.

'Your only purpose, your only worth is to please men with your body. You know that don't you?'

I sat on my knees staring at him silently. He continued.

'You already knew that though, didn't you? You've spent your entire life making yourself attractive for men, hoping they would want you, desire you. Makeup, hair, tight clothing. You knew you needed to please men didn't you?'

I answered with a half hearted yes.

'Shannon had this fantasy that she only wanted one man, one that would take care of her. But now you know that deep down you want any man. Every man. Ashley, what I want you to accept is that your only worth now is to serve men. Do you understand that?'

'Yes, I want to be a slut for men, I want to please them,' I replied.

'And without pleasing them, what are you?'

'I am nothing,' I replied. He didn't say anything, looking at me, waiting for me to add to my answer. And I did, 'I would be worthless, useless.'

'Good Ashley. I think you are starting to understand. That's why you are wearing a collar now, to remind you of your place in life. It's a message that Shannon needs to understand as well.'

I knelt in silence, naked and now cold, with the men sitting around me. Those who weren't dressed already pulled their clothes on. Then Dan told me to clean the trailer.

'Ashley, this place is a mess. You need to clean up after the party you threw for all the men you fucked. Clean your home away from home just like the place where you pretend to be a faithful wife. And make sure you clean the bedrooms as well. Pick up all your used condom wrappers.'

I stood up and began to clean, picking up the bottles and cans, solo cups and paper plates, and while I did, I thought about all that had transpired. It was a rollercoaster train of thought, I thought about what was ahead of me tonight, I thought about how I would get home, I wondered if I would call the police, I wondered if that would get Dan, my husband, arrested.

I wondered if I was complicit, if the fact that part of me, Ashley, has enjoyed this, if that made it ok. And I thought about why I was ok with it, why I enjoyed it, why did I enjoy the physical sensations, being a slut, a whore. And why did this sense of being an object, being inferior, being submissive, why did I like that, why did it arouse me. And I wondered if I could ever get back from Ashley to Shannon.

The men sat and talked as I cleaned, regularly commenting about me, degrading me, humiliating me. When I walked past them, they would pull my leash, grab me, spank me, twist my nipples or pinch me. Their physical interactions with me escalated, pinning me to the small kitchen counter and fingering me while I cleaned it and inserting objects into my vagina and anus as I picked up the condom wrappers.

When the garbage was full I pulled the bag out and asked what I should do with it, expecting one of the men to take it outside. Dan, however, told me to take it outside and put it in the green bin on the side of the trailer. One of the men unlocked the front door and opened it, allowing the cold air to rush in. I couldn't believe they expected me to walk, naked and exposed, in the cold, but I wasn't surprised.

I stepped outside into the frigid air, frost covering the van and the blue sedan parked out front. I walked barefoot down the cement steps and then uncomfortably across the gravel to the side of the plain beige trailer. The sun was bright, the trees had no leaves, and silence accompanied the fact that there wasn't a house in sight.

The gravel made it hard to hurry back inside, but I moved as quickly as I could to get back to the warmth of the trailer. When I walked in Dan commented about how he knew I would come back. The driver pointed out my erect nipples and one of the black men stood up and hugged me, allowing me to hang on to his warm body.

While my naked body tried to get rid of the chill, Dan addressed me, 'Do you know why I am going to take you home tonight? Because I am certain you will be begging to come back to me. You didn't even try to run. I don't think you even thought about it. You just wanted to come back to the comfort of being with your men. I know that when I take you back Ashley, you are going to be obsessed with coming back here again and to experience this again.'

At the time, I didn't know if he was right, I was simply clinging to the warm black man next me. Eventually I let go as I was told to finish cleaning. When I was getting ready to vacuum, Dan had the men turn the music on their bluetooth speaker on.

'I heard you have another fantasy Ashley. What is that fantasy?'

I knew he likely already knew, so I answered matter of factly, 'Being a stripper.'

He smiled, 'I bet you practice your moves. I'd love it if you could show us how you move and dance while you vacuum.'

I proceeded to perform the most seductive vacuuming that the men have ever seen, swaying my hips, occasionally squatting down, opening my knees, sensually moving my body around the room and the trailer. When I was finished I noticed erections growing in several of the men's jeans. For some reason it made me smile, seemingly validating my sexual being, validating Ashley.

I put the vacuum away and Dan asked me how it felt to make men hard simply by dancing for them. In that moment, I decided I was going to immerse myself in Ashley and I told him it made me feel slutty. One of the men lifted me onto the coffee table and I began dancing again as they watched and removed their clothing. When they were all undressed I stepped off the table and worked the room, spending time in front of each of them, touching them and allowing them to touch me.

I then sat in between two of the men on the couch, sliding my hips to the edge before pulling my knees up to my breasts, inviting the men to fuck me, all while I was filmed. The men began to take turns penetrating me, thrusting in and out for several minutes before withdrawing and allowing the next man to kneel in front of me. I played my role, I was their whore, their slut, staring into their eyes, rubbing their chests, talking dirty to them. And they loved it.

Each time Dan was about to fuck me, he would press his cock against my anus, staring at me, before sliding it to my vagina and fucking me. I was then bent over the couch and fucked by the men. When Dan fucked me, he kept his thumb pressed against my anal orifice, but never pressed in. Next, the men took turns sitting on the couch and they had me straddle them and fuck them, raising and lowering my pussy on their cocks, the entire time expecting someone to insert themselves in my ass.

When Dan sat on the couch and I climbed over him, he told me to put his cock in me. I reached behind me and brought his head between my legs, gliding across the lips of my vagina and then placing it against my ass, pressing back until the head of his member began to stretch my ass and give me the sensation I now craved. I slowly rocked back and lowered until he completely filled me and when that happened he placed his hands on my hips and held me in place.

He told the men to turn off the camera and then looked in my eyes.

'You really are an anal whore aren't you Ashley? The truth though is that normal sex isn't satisfying for you anymore is it?'

'No, that's not true. I was enjoying it,' I replied.

He laughed, 'Sure you were. So much so that you took me in your ass. Did you even come close to cumming while we had sex with you?'

'No,' I admitted.

'At least you are honest. Let me ask you this. You were just fucked by multiple men, all probably more well endowed than your other Dan, your husband, in multiple positions and you weren't even close to orgasm. Do you think you will ever be satisfied having sex with your husband again? Be honest.'

I became anxious, afraid he might be right. And then I answered him by simply saying, 'I hope so.'

'I will be honest with you Ashley. I don't think you will ever again be satisfied with normal housewife sex. And that's going to be a problem for Shannon. You will always need an edge. You will always need excitement. You'll want two and three cocks, you'll want rough sex, you'll want new mysterious men, you'll never have enough.'

I was afraid at that moment he was probably correct.

He continued, 'So Ashley, what do you want right now?'

I didn't hesitate, I looked him straight in the eye, 'I want you all to fuck me in all of my holes. That's what I want. I want you to treat me like the whore that I am.'

And they did. I was immediately pulled off of Dan's cock and flipped over. He was quickly back in my ass and one of the black men penetrated my vagina and I once again felt that incredible sensation of two cocks filling me, separated by only a thin layer of tissue. The driver brought his penis to my mouth and I took it in, trying to give it the attention it deserved while I enjoyed the erections thrusting into me.

The men frequently rotated and I was used in a number of positions as well as on different furniture and in different rooms. I was constantly being fucked, often with 3 cocks inside me and occasionally one in my hand. The men frequently paid attention to my clitoris and nipples, and constantly degraded and humiliated me, spanking me and pulling the chain on my collar, heightening my experience, and I orgasmed twice, both times moaning around whomever's cock was in my mouth.

Eventually the men began to orgasm, depositing their loads inside of my vagina and ass. Everyone except for Dan, who now was recording me riding and sucking the other 5 men to their orgasms. When they were done, he handed the phone to one of the other men and called me over to him, telling me to kneel in front of him. I knelt on the cold kitchen linoleum, sweaty from my long sex act, cum leaking out of both of my holes, and looked up at him.

'Do you want to go home?' he asked. I didn't answer at first and he told me it was ok if I said yes.

'I do,' I replied.

'I know you do. And that's ok. I know you'll be back begging to have these men use you again. Before you go home though, you have a big night ahead of you and you will only go home if you don't disappoint us. Do you understand?'

'Yes Dan,' I answered looking up at him, his erect penis swaying in front of my face.

'Good. I think you have come to terms with the fact that there is a whore in you, a slut, that you had hidden away. But now it's who you are. Right?'

'Yes Dan,' I answered, 'Ashley is who I am.'

I was becoming fixated on his cock, knowing I was likely going to be told to take him in my mouth.

'What I need to know is that you understand what a useless fucking cunt you are. I need you to convince me that you, and that princess housewife Shannon, have given up all your pride, dignity and self esteem and realize that neither of you is anything except a warm hole to fuck.'

He paused and then added, 'And the only purpose you have is to let men use you.'

I very suddenly became aware of all the men standing around me. I was on my knees, surrounded by flaccid penises and one erection, my subservient position, my small frame, their physically imposing bodies.

There was some resolve in me that didn't want to give in to his demands, believing I would put this all behind me when it was over. Another part of me told me to just play along. But another part of me thought he might be right, parts of me had enjoyed this, parts of liked the new sensations. And I feared I was going to want more of this.

The silence was deafening until I began to speak.

'I, I don't know. I don't know who I am. I don't know if I am Shannon or Ashley. Am I a nurse, a wife, an educated woman or am I this slut that fantasizes about this. Oh my god, I can't believe I have done all of this. It's not even a fantasy anymore.'

I covered my face as I felt tears in my eyes, still surrounded by silence.

'The truth is that even though you forced me to do all these horrible things, I liked it and that means I am what you say. Shannon was never embarrassed of these desires, she just kept them very private. So even that part of me knows who I am, that I'm this slut.'

I took a deep breath and the men remained silent, waiting for me to say more.

'I don't know what else you want me to say. These physical desires, they aren't fantasy anymore. And now that they are real, I want them even more and I know that won't go away. But it's not only the physical desires, I don't know why, but I like being used and controlled. And yes I will let men use me, it's going to be the only way I can feel that way, submissive, inferior.'

I looked up at Dan and he smiled.

'That's good Shannon. Understanding that will help you tonight. Now I want you to finish me. But I also want to hear you tell me how much better you like my cock than your husband's, your other Dan.'

I quickly picked up that he called me Shannon and I wasn't sure why he did that. I also didn't plan on discussing my husband. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth and began to pleasure it with my tongue and lips, using one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to tease his balls. I hoped I could quickly finish him and avoid any discussion but that hope was short lived when he pulled me by hair off of his cock.

'Tell me Shannon,' he demanded.

'I love your cock Dan,' I replied.

'Why do you love my cock, Shannon?'

'It's thick, the shaft is thick and your head is wide,' I told him.

'And?' he pressed.

'And I like the way it makes me feel.'

'Why, Shannon? What does my cock do to you that your husband's can't?'

I wasn't going to be able to avoid answering him. He looked down on me as I looked up at him as he held my head by my hair, his penis inches from my face.

'It stretched me, my lips, my vagina, my ass, it fills me.'

'More than your husband?'

Begrudgingly I admitted, 'Yes.'

'Shannon I want to hear you say it. Say what you know is true but you wish it wasn't. Say it out loud so you can stop denying it.'

I gave in.

'Dan, your cock stretches me and fills me more than my husband can, and it feels incredible, and yes better than his. Are you happy?'

'I am happy. I'm happy that you got that off of your conscience. It's not that you love me more than your husband, it's just that I physically satisfy you more than your husband. At some point you'll thank me for this, when you are laying in your bed wondering why you are thinking of me instead of your husband, now you will know.'

He brought his penis back to my lips and told me to make love to his cock with my mouth, still calling me Shannon. And I did, stroking his shaft, caressing his testicles, running my tongue around the ridge of his head while my lips traced up and down his shaft while I made eye contact as often as possible. He didn't last very long. I watched his testicles tighten up to his body, felt his shaft become more rigid, before he began to spasm between my lips and pulse and ejaculate the large load that had built up during the long sex session we were now completing.

He coated my mouth and I opened it, showing him, and the camera, before swallowing it. He allowed me to stand, pulling me to his side, holding my hip close to him with his strong arm. The driver handed me a glass of water that I drank, flushing the coating from my mouth.

As I handed the glass back to him, Dan unexpectedly pulled me in front of him, against him, our bodies pressing against one another as his hands held me close, one in the small of my back, the other in the middle of my back. He leaned in and kissed me. And I kissed him back as a sense of closeness and intimacy washed over me.

It wasn't a simple kiss. It was more than that. And I found myself reaching my arms around him. When the kiss broke, he stared into my eyes and I looked at him, I looked at him like a college freshman looks at her older boyfriend. But then I caught myself and the guilt washed over me and I looked away, pressing my hands against his chest. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass, then groping me before releasing me. I walked away from him and the group, wondering what was happening to me.