It was late in the evening and I was walking down a city street not far from my house. I turned and cut down a narrow alley; one of the kinds people often tell you to avoid. Littered with garbage, car parts, trash cans, and shattered glass, it sent shivers down my spine. Yet, I had done this before and it cut nearly 10 minutes off my walk home compared to if I stuck to the main streets.
I pulled up my hood, shielding my face, and walked briskly forward, side stepping debris and avoid making noise or drawing attention to myself. I kept my eyes in front of me, listening for any other footsteps, but I could hear nothing. I jumped at every shadow, convinced I was going to see someone. It was not unusual to see people sleeping, drinking, or shooting up down alleys like these. Honestly I should stop taking this route, but I was lazy and just wanted to get home.
I was almost at the end now, nearing the street that led to my apartment. I heaved a sigh of relief, nearing the warm comforting glow of street lamps. A sudden noise behind me made me jump, but before I could turn, a large hand clamped itself down over my mouth. A muffled scream escaped me as I instinctively tried to claw and pull at the arm.
A sharp pinch in my neck and my vision began to blur. All energy seemed to be sucked out of my body as I became limp, arms falling to my sides and head lolling onto my shoulder. The person caught me under the arms as I stumbled back, falling into them. They dragged me backwards, further into the alley. I watched dizzily as the light became obscured by two other figures appearing from either side. They stood over me as I faded into the blackness.
I awoke to the sounds of muffled voices. I blinked, blurrily becoming aware of myself in a bright room. It was warm and there seemed to be people all around me, talking excitedly. I groaned, my head pounding.
"Oh good! You are awake," said a voice. A face popped into my vision, looking down at me. "We've been very impatient waiting for you. Its very rude to sleep in front of your host you know. We had quite the time preparing all this and getting you here. The least you could do was to be awake for it." He chuckled and stood up, disappearing from view.
I turned my head to look at him and felt something rub against my neck. I tried to lift my hand to feel what it was, but my wrist was pinned by my side. I wriggled, panic rising in my chest. I couldn't move most of my body. I became aware that my legs were suspended in the air by my ankles, spread slightly, exposing my crotch. I blushed as I felt a slight breeze over my exposed skin, confirming I was naked.
Claustrophobia and adrenaline set in as my heat began to pound. I struggled and tried to yell but a gag in my mouth prevented it coming out clearly. I felt helpless and confused and trapped.
The man from earlier came back to look over me. He put his hands on my shoulders while staring into my eyes. "Hey, hey, calm down. It's alright. We aren't going to hurt you. We are just here to play a little game I think you'll enjoy. Try to relax, have fun." He stood back up and I watched him, now still.
He addressed the crowd, a few of whom I could see. They were all men, most of them naked, several of them touching themselves. Appalled, I looked away, listening to the man I now thought of as the organizer.
"Now that our guest is ready, we can begin. Most of you know the rules of the game, but I will explain them again for the newcomers." He gestured toward me as he spoke. "Each of you will get 10 minutes to fuck our guest in her pussy. If she cums, you get to dump a load in her ass. If she doesn't, you must wait for your next turn to try again. The man who makes her cum the most times on his own will get to take her home at the end of the night. Any questions?" He paused, waiting. No one spoke up but a few murmured their excitement.
The man returned to my side. "And you my pretty slut, you have the most important job of all. All you need to do is not cum". Laughing, he tied a blindfold around my eyes and I was plunged into blackness.
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as the first man approached. I flinched at his touch, tense and nervous. Besides being kidnapped and raped, a million other worries flooded my head. Was I going to get pregnant? What about STDs? Were these men all clean? Were they going to hurt me? What if they were recording and taking pictures and then they posted them online and then my boss and friends and family saw and my life was ruined and...
The first cock slid in and cut my thoughts off abruptly. I moaned involuntarily, partly from surprise and part from pleasure. Underneath my worries, I was secretly very excited. It felt like forever since I had last gotten pleasured by men. I loved being used and I love feeling like a toy. I was suspicious someone, or multiple someone's in the room knew this, but I hadn't seen anyone I recognized yet. Because of all this, my cunt had become wet without my notice.
Slowly, the man began to pump himself in and out. With the intent to make me cum, he tried to set a pace and fill me without pushing too far. To my embarrassment, I began to enjoy myself already. I blushed to think how fast they had broken me in. A bit of cock and I was gone, submitting myself to them.
A small bell sounded, marking the end of the first ten minutes. The man pulled out, quickly replaced by another. This one was slightly smaller, not being able to reach my cervix. To compensate for this, he began to rub my clit. I arched my back, moaning loudly. My legs shook and I began to pant. He ran his fingers lightly in circles while simultaneously he slid in and out of me. I was breathing heavily through my nose as my head rolled back and forth.
All too quickly the bell rang again.
"Ohh so close," the organizer announced as the man pulled out of me. I sighed, feeling needy. "Seems like that's the technique to go for. Take note boys. Remember, we are keeping score. We have all night but there are many of you."
The next man stepped up. He was bigger than the others and I flinched back as he easily hit my cervix. To my surprise, he roughly groped my breasts with his hands while beginning to pound away. He went hard and fast, seeming to not care about my own pleasure. His hands grasped firmly onto my chest, using my boobs almost as handles to pump me harder.
