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 again after Ethan fucked her.
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As I lay there, still tied, watching these men stroke themselves and talk about raping me amongst each other, Alan held out a straw to water bottle to me. "Here you go baby, it's got electrolytes to help rehydrate you!" I sipped at the cool water, which had an herbal, mineral taste. "It also has another dose of your new favorite 'herbal supplement' to help keep you going for tonight!" he said with a grin.
I froze. He had drugged the water! Whatever crazy aphrodisiac time-bending concoction he had slipped me earlier was in this?! I tried to turn my head away.
"I wouldn't, baby. This is the only water anyone will be bringing you, and you're gonna get fucked either way..."
He held it out again, but I refused. I was so thirsty, but hated being forced to enjoy my own rape. I had already drank half the stuff anyway! I shuddered, already feeling the warming effects creeping up. Alan shrugged, "you'll get thirsty enough to drink it eventually, and we'll still fuck you." But he left with the cup.
Behind me, someone gently pressed the flared end of my plug, wiggling it in impossibly small, circular movements. I shuddered in humiliated pleasure. The drug was definitely retaking a firmer hold, and fast.
The waves that I felt as one of the men (I didn't know or care which one) manipulated the plug in my hole were a combination of fulfillment, desperation, shame, and pleasure. The combination seemed impossible to endure.
So of course, that was when he stopped. I whimpered with frustration as he did so, my cunt throbbing and overwhelmingly empty, and now he was stopping this, too?!
"Kyle, you're up!" said Alan. He was the one so expertly manipulating my ass, it seemed. He stood off to the right with the rest of the men, while Kyle approached me.
Kyle handed him a timer as they passed one another, now with Kyle somewhere behind me and Allen smiling and stroking himself through his briefs with the rest of them.
I was still in my bound position, tense. It seemed forever since Kyle had come over here, but finally I felt his hands. They were slightly roughened on the palms, but his smooth fingers stayed slightly spread as they glided along my naked shoulders, spine, and on down over my ass. One hand stayed there, massaging, while the other reached around the front to play with my breasts.
I was already so needy it was all I could do to stay focused. Trying to associate each sensation with Kyle. I had to learn them so I could make this stop sooner.
His hand left my ass cheek and I could feel him guiding his cock inside me, probing briefly with his fingers ("fucking sopping, what a slut!") inside me before sliding me onto his cock. His cock was heavily curved and thick, not as thick as Ethan's, but it was more like Allen's length.
I moaned as he slid his thick, curved length inside my cunt. He immediately began fucking me, holding my tits firmly and massaging them slightly as he penetrated me over and over.
I was initially shocked at the violation! He hadn't forced me to enjoy the torture before he got down to business. He just came to get the most use out of me he could within one minute.
His cock continued to pound into me as I processed the pleasure as well as the degradation of being this man's sex toy.
I couldn't think straight, I just wanted that cock to keep fucking my cunt, that plug in my ass to keep rocking inside me, and the feel of Etha--no! Kyle's! slightly rough hands worshipping my tits.
Even as I thought that and wantonly moaned my way through Kyle's turn, he slid one of those hands down to my desperate pussy and began gently massaging the hood of my clit, continuing to fuck me.
