The Cottage Part 3

Welcome to part three! Your slutty heroine is still tied up by the Stranger, gagged, blindfolded, and ashamed of how much she's loving the torture and needing the sex. Stranger just bound her up and used her again, but now one of the neighbors has entered the cabin. Will he enter HER as well?

None of the rampant non-consensual contact by the characters in the story, who are well over 18, do is in any way okay in real life.

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"Awesome! It's been a minute since you had one of your dolls up here; I was afraid you might be losing your touch with the ladies," said the deep Masculine Voice. I could hear the sound of feet crossing the floor, coming closer to me as he spoke.

"Nah,' said Stranger. "I've been busy as all; and it's not just any girl who would agree to come get fucked by anonymous strangers like all my girls do." AGREE?? The bastard drugs me, trusses me up, and tells his buddies I'm complicit. And how can I argue? I try, of course, but the gag muffles most of my attempts, and my communication is reduced to animalistic groans and grunts.

Stranger patted my ass possessively, responding to my protests of non-consent in an even, reassuring tone "I know, Princess. You're ready to keep going, but you're going to have to be patient."

Masculine Voice was close to me now, "I'm surprised you get any to agree to it at all! But I'm fucking glad you do know where to find these filthy ladies. Fuck, look at you, slut," I could now tell he was speaking directly to me. "You've never seen me, never met me, and here you are to get fucked by me, tied up like a little birthday present with your holes on display."

Masculine Voice was running his hands down my sides, over my ass, and along my thighs, kneading the flesh where he wanted. He continued as he felt me over possessively, "I bet you're wet for me. I bet you're loving this, you sick bitch. Let's find out, huh?" He placed one hand gripping my left ass cheek. I felt the other hand brushing between my inner thighs, then cupping my cunt in his palm. I could hear MV laugh, "You're soaking! I knew it."

Tears of shame and need soaked my blindfold, I sucked on the gag and clenched my ass around my bejeweled plug to distract myself from the horrible emptiness of my cunt. I tried not to focus on the trails of fire his hands left on my body. Fear and horror of the newcomer, another witness to my shame, had made me more lucid for a few minutes, but my need was growing again.

I felt the thick tips of his fingers running along the outer folds of my cunt. Restrained as I was, I couldn't grind myself down onto them the way every instinct in my body begged me to. No, I had to wait as he slowly slipped them into me, penetrating me with at least two; I was so wet it was hard to tell. I just enjoyed the pressure and mild relief of my desperation as he fingered me.

He kept fingering me slowly, and I felt his nude torso leaning its weight across mine as he fondled my tits. I was groaning around my gag now, loving the way he tortured me with pleasure but still hadn't even fucked me yet.

He abruptly stopped, his quick removal of fingers from my cunt accompanied by a wet sound. He let go of my breast and was suddenly gone. I writhed in my restraints. I was supposed to be getting railed, and here I was stuffed with a couple little toys but otherwise EMPTY where it counted the most!

Over my own whimpering, I could pick out the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. I would know that exact sound forever after this. "I gotta fuck her now," I heard MV murmur, I'll get off once and then we can take our time with her, but that pussy is so wet I can't help it. I need to fuck it." I hated how right he was, and hated how much relief I felt knowing he was going to violate me again. I was so grateful for the heavy sensation of the plug lodged in my ass; I didn't know if I could stand more than one hole being empty, and I didn't want to find out.

"Hear that, Princess?" It was Stranger's voice, from much further away (I surmised he was lounging on the couch across the room watching the rape he orchestrated). "You're such an eager slut that he's got to fuck you now just to clear his head. You're clearly enjoying this."

I hated that I enjoyed it, and hated more that they knew it. But no emotion was more consuming than the need I felt to fill my aching cunt. I felt what must be MV's approach again, and the press of his body against my ass and thighs. I felt the smooth, fat tip of his cock as he probed my pussy with it. I was soaking wet, but his cock was thick, so the stretch of my cunt tightly around the tip was excruciatingly satisfying and I moaned gutturally into my gag as he entered me completely.

I kept moaning. I needed this stuffing. The thick, slightly curved dick of this completely unknown man (made all the more impersonal by the rubbery feel of the condom as he probed me) was everything my body had been craving. I tried to grind myself down onto his length, tried to press my clit into the bench as he rode me, but my restraints didn't allow for any participation, just use.

He sped up now, using my cunt completely for his own pleasure. I felt waves of pleasure from the plug in my ass every time he thrust against me, and even greater pleasure from my stuffed cunt. I was lost in being his fuck toy, and loving it. But then, he shuddered against me and stopped. He withdrew, smacking me on my ass; he could probably see the little jewel winking from the end of my plug. My delicious, heavy plug. The only thing keeping me sane against the desperate emptiness anytime a cock wasn't inside me. This wasn't normal, I should be afraid, horrified, ashamed...but none of it mattered. I was too far gone and too much in need to care about anything but getting filled. Again, though, my restraints allowed for nothing.

I could hear MV's ragged breathing somewhere nearby, and what must be the sound of Stranger approaching. "Poor Princess! You feeling empty? You've been so good, I'm going to give you a treat."

Even as he said it, I felt him. My treat would be his cock inside me--excellent. I felt his dick, wait...his? Even my horny brain registered it wasn't quite right. I felt a cock though...felt it slide along my inner thigh, along the edges of my cunt, driving slowly between the folds, the cool...wait, cool? I knew now what was happening. He and MV had their fun, so now he was just sticking a dildo inside me.

I didn't want to get tied up and raped. I didn't. I may have enjoyed it, been desperate for the abuse, the humiliation of my need to get fucked, but I ultimately didn't want to be tied up by unknown men and used as their sex object. But you know what was even more humiliating than that? Being completely stuffed with toys while they looked on for their own pleasure. I really, REALLY, didn't want that.

Too bad. Stranger continued pushing the thick, heavy dildo inside me until I was full. I could feel him fumbling with some ties and heard the sound of velcro; felt something tightening and clipping to my harness. I realized the dildo was now lodged inside me, connected to my restraints.

It felt amazing, at first. Despite the indignity, I was filled in every hole now even if it was just a bunch of toys. I was a toy, too. I reveled in the pleasure of being stuffed in every orifice. But...

I needed more. I still couldn't move. I became more and more aware of my surroundings as I became more and more aware of my ongoing need. Somehow, even being filled wasn't enough. My shame deepened as I realized I still needed to get fucked.

I heard Stranger's voice, talking to MV quietly. I think they were both sitting across the room now, looking at their stuffed slut. "Look, she's started trying to grind her hips on the bench," he said. "She's really needing to get fucked again. I'm going to get started. Remember where to stand so the camera can see her."

My tears soaked my blindfold. I'd forgotten about the cameras. For all I knew, my violation was getting livestreamed on the DarkWeb. Fuck. I continued clenching around my plug and my dildo. I licked my gag. I was full, but it wasn't enough. I was so glad Stranger recognized I needed to get fucked again.

I could hear footsteps approaching, and Stranger's soothing voice, "There, there Princess. You thought being stuffed was enough, didn't you? Sorry, my little fuck doll. You really do need to get..." he placed his hand between my legs, I could feel his bare thighs pressed against mine as he knelt behind me. I had hoped he would removed the dildo and replaced it with his cock, but he made no effort to touch the straps on it. Instead he grabbed the base of it and began working it inside me. He'd pull it back slightly and then press it further in than it had gone before.

"There you go, my little slut princess. You can have cock soon enough but for right now this should help." He continued fondling me with one hand while using the other to fuck me with the dildo. Sometimes he pressed the plug in my ass and my muffled, animalistic screams would make it slightly through the gag.

I could feel my orgasm building. I had tried my best to ignore being violated with a toy just for the entertainment of two strangers, one of whom I had literally never seen. But I couldn't ignore it, and my slutty body betrayed me. Just as I thought I could finally reach release, Stranger stopped moving the dildo. He quickly undid the straps and removed it completely.

I mewled in protest. The emptiness was worse than ever having been so close to the relief of orgasm. "Sorry Princess, but we're not done playing with you yet. No orgasms until I say so. Sluts like you don't come along every day. When I do find one like you, it's meant to be shared and enjoyed." He stuck a couple fingers into my desperate cunt, probably just to help take the edge off my need and focus on what he was saying:

"And my buddy here is like me: he likes watching a slut enjoy herself. He likes seeing the lengths she will go to for cock. And so do I. We've built some custom toys we think a nasty little Princess like you would really like. You're in for a long night."

He continued fingering me as he said it. While I was grateful for it, I wished he would stick his cock in me. I hated that I wanted his cock, and tried to focus on his words:

"...Yeah, between us fucking you and our little inventions, you're going to be up a while. Good thing you drank all of that detox tea--but with all that caffeine and aphrodisiac drug it's probably not the one I would pick to detox--but it will serve you well tonight."