Hi! Thank you for checking out my work, and I hope you enjoy part two of the story. Skip around the lined intros below to just get down to business ;-)
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About me: I do a lot of professional writing and editing, but when I write my smut I like to have an edible first. Considering my use of substances, there are gonna be some small issues...plot holes...but also plenty of other holes! So, forwarned is fore-armed, dear reader.
Naturally, as this story involves nonconsensual sex, absolutely nothing about it is okay in real life.
Part 1 synopsis: Woman in 1st person POV is bound to sex furniture and drugged with an aphrodisiac by her husband, Alan. Alan fingers her, rapes her, forces her to perform oral sex on him, and allows Ethan to use her as well. Alan's other friends, Kyle and Matt, are standing behind watching. Evie has just orgasmed after her husband fucked her doggy style.
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"Dude!" It was Ethan's voice. "Did she really just come the moment you got completely inside here?! I know she's drugged, but even then, that's desperately slutty!" He was laughing, and already slipping the tip of his cock back into my mouth.
Alan slapped his hand across my ass, "I told you guys she would love this." I sucked the tip of Ethan's cock, which was halfway in my mouth, aggressively as I felt Alan line himself up at my entrance. He quickly slid all the way inside me, hands still on my hips.
I felt Ethan's hands on my shoulders, his cock still pressed halfway into my mouth.
Suddenly, Alan started fucking me a little more rapidly, pushing my hips firmly onto his cock, and pressing them forward, withdrawing, only to drive deeply into me again as he pulled me back.
When Alan pushed me forward, Ethan's cock slid into my mouth, deep throating me. When Ethan withdrew, he pushed my shoulders away, seating me back onto Alan's cock.
I felt so stuffed between the two of them, alternating filling my holes, my body writhing slightly in its tight bonds as Alan pleasured my cunt and Ethan filled my mouth.
They built a rhythm between them, pushing and pulling my body onto their own and one another's cocks. The plug was still lodged in my ass, though it had mercifully stopped vibrating.
I wasn't fighting it. Not that I could. I had never felt so full and the pleasure was overwhelming. Between that and the drugs, my mind was good for nothing.
But my body? My body was on fire with pleasure and need. Every time i was forced off of Alan's cock, my pussy gaped in sudden emptiness even as I tongued Ethan's dick shamelessly. But before I could be too distracted with the driving need for a cock in my cunt, Alan would be lodged back inside me and my mouth would suck at the tip of Ethan's dick even harder, reflecting the needs of my starved pussy.
I felt so used, so ashamed, but so horny and desperate for whatever sick treatment I received as long as I got fucked. The other men watched as I was shared.
The pounding and stuffing of my body only lasted a minute or two this time, as both men shuddered and came within seconds of each other. They withdrew, leaving me panting, humiliated, and ashamed of how much I still wanted to be fucked, of how empty I felt. I clenched around the plug in my butt, seeking pleasure, fulfillment.
"Well? Who's next?" Alan slapped his hand onto my ass, then glided his hand to the flared end of the plug in my ass. He gently but firmly pushed down on it, subtly moving it around in a circular motion. It sent waves of incredible sensation through me.
These sensations are hard to describe now, sober, but they were combinations of need/pleasure/shame that would become very familiar to me very quickly.
Alan slapped my ass again and stopped manipulating the plug. I made a noise of... Relief? Protest?... Both, somehow. My husband and his friends all laughed, seeming to correctly interpret my meaning despite my gag.
Alan began again, his hand now firmly planted on my ass. "Evie, I have a real surprise for you. We didn't really cancel poker night, just redefined it. The game is now Poke Her (and "her" is you tonight, My little Slut Princess) We're going to play a guessing game. Each of us is going to use you for one minute. You will have to pay close attention, because after that, we're all going to fuck you again, but you'll be blindfolded."
I was crying again. The room tilting a little, and I could feel pulsing waves of desire and horror washing over me. Each of them was going to Use. My. Body. For a whole minute!?
I shivered. Alan continued without pause, "As I was saying, Each of us will again fuck you for one minute, after which you have to name your rapist! If you are right, he's out of the rotation. If you're wrong, he gets to finish himself off and goes back into the rotation. Understand?"
I nodded, but I wondered if I would also be allowed to come. But if I came, how could I focus on who it was so I could name the man violating me? Wait, name?! Did that mean?!
Even as I came to the realization, Alan removed my gag. "Any questions?" He asked. My slutty, drug-hazed brain betrayed me, "Can I come when they fuck me?"
I burned in shame as they all laughed. Alan smiled, "Good question. Let's make it more fun! If you cum, the man that made you squeal gets to fuck you unwrapped for 30 seconds. We're all clean, but you'd be taking a gamble..."