Shared Against My Will Ch 06

Wrapping up this series (finally)! As always, every character is well over 18 and non-consensual sex is never acceptable in real life.

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I think Alan was proud of me, in a weird way. I think he happy to be sharing me out like this. And using me, too.

Good. Wait, no. Bad! This was rape!

I lay bound, blindfolded, and panting. It was definitely rape, but didn't affect how much I still needed to get fucked. My head swam, and I felt waves of longing roll through my body. I shifted a little and clenched my ass around the beads that thankfully still filled it.

The beads in my ass were a special torture. They added to the sensation of being filled, and I desperately needed filling, but they also hurt a bit, and they also acutely reminded me that they simply were not a cock. I really wanted a cock in me. I hated the shudders of lust that continued to run through me. Another tear slipped down my cheek even as I sought out what pleasure I could get from my ass.

Alan was still stroking it, and I tried as best I could to wiggle it for him, a little. He'd want to fuck me, then.

"Ha! Evie, I know you want to get fucked again, but you're going to have to be patient. With just me and Ethan fucking you for one more round, it's not much of a game. So! I got this."

I could hear plastic rustling, the sounds of plastic being pulled open. I felt the smooth tip of a hard cock laid against my ass. I couldn't see it, of course, but I felt the weight and the flare of the head rub slightly against one ass cheek. Something was off though. It felt...cool?

"I know you can't see, so I'll tell you! This is a custom dildo made from a mold of one of our cocks. We all made one and paid some crafter chick on BEtsy make a silicon dildo from a mold she chose at random. It doesn't vibrate, but she put in a warming feature. She said it would feel just like the real thing."

He was right. Even as it lay on my ass, I could feel it was warmer now. It felt just like Alan or one of his friends was nudging my ass with an erection. I could see where this was going.

"To keep the game going a bit longer, one of the other guys will strap this on and use it to fuck you. So you can guess between me, Ethan--" I guess he figured I wasn't drugged enough to completely forget how a process of elimination worked, "--and this, which you're going to call 'My Special Toy' and will be stuffed inside you by a random contestant."

He slapped me ass with my Special Toy as he said this, then started drawing the head of it slowly down my ass, the back of my thigh, and then back up along my inner thigh, and toward my dripping pussy.

"You might as well get to know the feel of your new special toy," he said, slipping the head of the dildo along my outer lips, tracing them in fire as I frustratedly failed to grind my hips into it.

I hated how much I needed it. I didn't care whose it was, or if it was apparently a chunk of silicon custom-made by a crafter on the internet, I needed a cock inside me.

"Please," I begged softly. I didn't think it would matter, but I needed to do something. "Please, Alan. You could just fuck me. You could fuck me now. You don't need that. It's degrading. Just fuck me, your wife."

Alan laughed, unmoved by my begging. "You like the degradation, my wife. You love getting used for your body, you love your cunt filled up, and you love not being able to do a thing about it."

I shook my head violently--I didn't want to get used! I didn't! Just because my entire body responded to the barest touch of my husband or his friends...just because I had been so awash with pleasure that for a moment I even forgot the shame...just because my pussy dripped and ached with need as my husband circled it with a fake dick...it DIDN'T mean I loved it. That was the drugs in the water! All of it. Definitely. I opened my mouth to tell him so, and he neatly fitted a gag back in.

"Sorry, sweetie. I'd love to hear you put up a fuss but we'd all know you're lying and I'm really more interested in your other holes at the moment"

He deftly buckled the gag closed behind my head, and slipped the blindfold back on over my eyes, even over the single tear leaking out of the right one.

I hated Alan in that moment. He had tied me and stuffed me and blocked my senses in such a way that all I could do was listen and feel. I listened to the men talk, the needy sounds I made myself, and the slap of body parts. And what I felt? I was overwhelmed with sensation.

Stuffed in the mouth and the ass, with all my limbs firmly bound, it was impossible not to focus on the deep, throbbing ache of my empty pussy. I licked at my gag; I clenched my ass around my plug; these things did very little to help. Candles of comfort to the raging wildfire that was my need for cock.

Alan's(?) hand kneaded my ass cheek, while his other hand was pressing the beads in my ass. Then, even as he moved them in teasing little circles, he was pulling them out of me. I was more wretchedly empty than ever!

Fortunately, there was hope: I felt something brushing my cunt lips. It was smooth, rounded. "This is your Special Toy," I heard Alan say, slipping the head just inside of me. I heard murmurs from the watching men, some laughing. I didn't catch what they said; all I could focus on was the sensation of My Special Toy. I shuddered at the delicious stretch of my cunt around the thick head. I wanted simultaneously never to move so I could savor the feeling of its entry inside me; could savor the feeling of knowing I was about to get what I needed so badly. But in opposition to that, I needed Alan to slide my new Special Toy the rest of the way inside me. Pleasure at just barely being mounted had nothing against the need to be fully stuffed.

I grunted into the gag, writhing my body to the little extent I was able. My need was greater than my shame.

Alan obliged, sliding it slowly but firmly as far as it would go into my cunt. I was awash with sensation as he penetrated me with my Special Toy. I didn't know if he knew it, but the lady from BEtsy likely hadn't chosen at random. No one who liked penises enough to make them for a living could have resisted the thick head and girth of Ethan's cock. And that's doubtlessly whose cock was inside me now, even if it was being shoved into my slutty cunt by my husband.

I continued to writhe and mewl into my gag as my husband pressed My Special Toy into my cunt slowly, then drew it out slowly, and reinserted it again...so agonizingly slowly.

"You like that, don't you? Literally none of us knows whose cock that is, but I bet you do! I bet you can tell as I fuck you with it."

I reddened with shame and more tears soaked into the blindfold even as the rest of my body reveled in my rape.

Alan had stopped fucking me now, and withdrew my Special Toy. My pussy was empty. No!!

I moaned through my gag with need. My body shook with it. I needed a cock, a toy, SOMEthing inside my starved, desperate cunt.

I felt hands on my inner thighs, thick fingers I knew immediately to be Ethan's, and my desperate cunt throbbed with the thought of him filling me up soon.

I felt the fingers continue to travel up my thighs and on the edges of my vulva. I hated myself in that moment--I should have at least shaken my head in some kind of protest. Done something! But did I? Nope. My fogged, primal brain needed something to be inside me more than I needed anything else.

The finger slipped inside of me. Honestly, I was so wet and stretched that I barely felt it other than some delicious pressure as he thrust it in and out of me. I could hear the wet sounds as he fingered me, the slutty raggedness of my breathing through the gag, but none of that mattered, as long as I was getting something.

He stopped suddenly, and I could feel him probing with the tip of his cock. He would fuck me soon, thankfully.

The few seconds without his finger in it were enough to make my cunt already throb with emptiness. I couldn't wait to be spitted on him.

He began to slowly, smoothly insert himself. My pussy once again stretched achingly around his girthy dick, but still so wet as to offer little resistance. I moaned in impatient ecstasy as he filled me up. He finally stopped, having speared me completely.

His hands kneaded my ass possessively as I tried to wriggle my bound body on his dick before settling on my hips. He gripped me firmly as he began using me in earnest. His balls slapped me as he mounted me. I cried and squealed through my gag as he fucked me, but all too soon I felt him speed up. He rode me hard and quickly came inside me.

I heard him gasp a little as he did so, pressing into me, filling me, drawing out his pleasure, then he immediately withdrew. I was once again empty and desperately in need of more cock. Fogged as my mind was, I still felt shame as I ground myself into my restraints, anxious to be fucked again. I'd never known such gaping; mindless need as I felt right now. I needed cock.

And then I got it. My cunt stretched over the tip of Ethan's cock again; he was already hard and ready for more! I had been afraid he wouldn't be fucking me again right away. But no; I was again wonderfully stuffed with his dick, his body pressed against mine, slender fingers teasing my asshole...wait, slender fingers?

I froze. Ethan's thick cock slid in and out of me, and I felt waves of shame and pleasure radiating from my satisfied pussy as he fucked me. The hands were cupping my tits now, kneading my nipples and sending ripples of pleasure there as he drove into me. He fucked me with Ethan's cock, My Special Toy, but he felt me with yet another stranger's hands. It was surreal, and horribly degrading, but at least I was getting fucked.

My Special Toy. That I could become a mewling mess over getting a fake dick shoved in me was horrifying, but I couldn't help it. Whoever was fucking me with it was focused entirely on how I reacted to each violation. I shuddered to realize he wanted me to cum on My Special Toy.

I didn't really have a choice. The firm, slow rhythm, the thickness, the sensation of being filled, the was he fondled my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples...I came. I came quietly because the gag made me quiet; but I screamed into it as best I could as an unknown man wearing another man's strap on cock forced me to cum for him.

I didn't get much time to recover before another cock was inside me. It was Alan's dick, now. He moved inside me slowly, driving into me completely, holding for a moment, and then withdrawing. I loved feeling the slight curve of his dick as he moved inside me.

I couldn't see and I was tied up, but I knew what fucking my husband felt like. He palmed my ass cheeks as he sped up, focusing on his own pleasure as he used me. I was flooded with sensation as he fucked me, filling me up with his dick, toying with my breasts and my clit...my whole body burned with pleasure at his use of it.

I could feel it building. There was heat deep inside me, the primal thrill of being stuffed, even the shame I felt somehow contributed. My orgasm shook me as I cried into my gag. My mind was blank, overtaken by pleasure. I was dimly aware that Alan was finishing now inside me, too, slapping my ass in satisfaction.

I was completely overcome. I lay there half insensate with pleasure, and I did want to come around. For now, I could forget everything but this feeling.

Allen stroked my hair now, slightly out of breath himself. He removed the gag, "There you go, Evie. Wasn't that fun? Now you know you just came screaming on my sick like a good little slut, but who fucked you before me? Was that Ethan or your Special Toy?"

I could have pretended I didn't know, pretended I wouldn't forever be thinking about exactly how it felt when each of his friends had fucked me, but what was the point? I had been thoroughly used and had cried like an animal in heat on each of their members. I couldn't be more humiliated than I already was. "My Special Toy," I said.

Alan laughed, "That's right! I guess you win the game, babe! Next time we play, we'll make it more difficult, huh? Maybe I'll invite a couple of the guys from work..."

And with that, their "Poke Her" night was over. I sagged in my restraints, for a few minutes at least, I was completely spent and sated. The men who had all just used me as their fuck toy now said their goodbyes, slapping my ass, fondling my tits, and congratulating Alan on marrying such a nice lay. He saw my "guests" to the door, then returned.

The drug hadn't worn off completely, and I was starting to feel a bit empty again, though nothing like before. Alan untied me and told me how good I had been for him, and how much he had liked sharing me. He almost acted as though he hadn't done something thoroughly heinous. He handed me my Special Toy and steered me to the shower to clean up, "That drink won't have worn off completely yet, babe, but you can use that if you start to feel empty. I'm off to bed."

I took that shower, and eventually drifted off to sleep next to my husband, a replica of Ethan's cock still shoved in my cunt, and slipped into dreaming of another Poke Her night soon.