Thanks for reading my work! Hope you enjoy the fantasy; non-consent in real life is never okay.
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Tears leaked from my eyes, a few even slipping below my blindfold. I hated how much I enjoyed my violation, and how much I continued to crave it. I felt Contestant 3 wipe my pussy down after using me, and he gave my ass a final, sharp slap after he was done.
Allen wiped my face and, misreading my tears as desperation rather than humiliation, reassured me with nonsense about being a good girl and how they would continue to fill my needy cunt. Maybe my tears were also a little desperation, because the reassurances of being fucked helped. Damn them all.
"There you go, my slut. You're going to get fucked still; this is just a game! As soon as you Name! Your! Rapist!" Allen raised his voice with that last instruction, so all the contestants could hear, I assumed.
I tried to collect my cloudy thoughts, direct them away from my needy cunt, so empty. So, so, so EMPTY...no! Focus. The most recent fucking had started with an assertion of dominance, forcing me to be silent throughout my violation. He had rewarded my obedience by fingering my cunt briefly, then used my body forcefully for his pleasure. Fuck. My body writhed against the restraints, so empty now as opposed to when he had deliciously owned me and used me...when my body was just a toy to use for the pleasure of his long, curved cock...pounding into me deeply, and touching my throbbing cunt JUST there with its curved tip...
...it was a wrench to focus on this response in the face of my needs. But the man who I could most easily imagine wanting to force me to submit and use body like an object? Probably..."Kyle," I slurred.
Allen laughed, "You're right! Contestant 3 was Kyle! That first fuck with him must've been memorable, huh? Sorry bro, you're out of the rotation."
I could faintly hear the men reacting to this, but it was just so hard to focus on the face of feeling empty. I felt so humiliated. I would do anything to have all of my holes filled by juicy cocks. I hated that I would do anything for that, but I couldn't help my craving.
It didn't matter what I hated; I was comfortably but firmly restrained with all of my tits and openings fully accessible to this room of men I couldn't currently see. They would use me, or leave me desperate, however they saw fit.
Fortunately, they saw fit to keep fucking me. Allen caressed me gently as he slowly filled me with his cock. I moaned in gratitude as he leaned in, staying inside me and driving his shaft deeply and I blushed as my moans turns into a grunt of hedonistic pleasure.
"Since there's only two more contestants, and because you're my wife, I'm going to fuck you between each of them," he told me this while gripping me tightly, my pussy spitted on his shaft. "Contestant 1 will fuck you for a few minutes, then I'll fuck you briefly--just enough to remind you whose slut you are--then Contestant 2 will fuck you, and then I'll come inside your used cunt!"Suddenly one of his hands went to the plug still buried in my asshole. He began using those little circular motions he knows drive me wild. I felt waves of pleasure, of fulFILLment, coming from my body. I was still filled with his dick, and the plug shoved up my ass made my completely stuffed. Except for my poor empty mouth, but that just let me moan desperately as he told me that he and his cock would be a "palate cleanser" between the two contestants. He let go of the plug in my ass to lean his body against mine and massaged my tits, teasing the nipples even as he withdrew his meaty length from my starved, dripping pussy. He stepped away, ignoring my tears and useless pleas. I now sat empty, waiting to be used, but heard him say from across the room, "And only after I'm done using you, then you can guess who was Contestant 1 and who was Contestant 2."
I certainly didn't wait long before Allen announced it was Contestant One's turn again. I already knew it was Matt. I had eliminated Contestant Three by recognizing Kyle, but hadn't been able to bring myself to take Ethan's meaty girth out of rotation. I hadn't been able to name him when it meant he wouldn't be stuffing my thirsty cunt. I had intentionally guessed wrong for Contestant 2. So, that left Contestant 1 to be Matt. Mmmmmm. He had always been easy on the eyes. I thought about his physique even as I felt a pressure at my asshole. I tightened, as I felt Matt pulling at my plug. Was he trying to remove it?
"Pleeeeeaaaaassssee, nooooooo," I meweled. It was horrible what he was doing! I needed more inside me and here he was trying to take it out?!? To leave me even emptier than before?!?
I cried, whined, writhed, clenched in protest, but it didn't matter. He continued to slowly but ruthlessly remove my plug. I cried, then. Mewling and sobbing in my desperate, primal need to be filled.
Matt said nothing, but he kneaded my ass check with one hand as he pressed a well-lubed thumb up against my asshole. I grunted and made attempts to drive my asshole onto his teasing digit. Oh, just o be filled by SOMEthing! I couldn't bear this emptiness--yes! Ooooohh yes that was better.
Matt had slipped his thumb deeply into my asshole, and I could feel him lining himself up to enter my cunt. I writhed in my tight restraints, wishing I could drive my slutty cunt right onto his cock. Wishing I could just twerk my ass to lodge his thumb even more deeply. I just needed to be filled.
Finally, he did just that. He thrust his dick inside me firmly, ruthlessly, as I squealed in delight. I wish I didn't have to say I squealed, but that's that I did. Even though I wasn't gagged, I couldn't talk. The drugs had my body and consciousness tapped into my most base, animal needs, and I couldn't restrain myself from making the primal noises associated with those urges.
