Note: this is purely fictional and is just something that is a part of my many fantasies. If you're uncomfortable with non-consent/reluctance, then don't read. I'm not a pro at writing either. It's just a small hobby of mine. Either way, hope you enjoy.
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Cheers filled the frat house upon my arrival. I had never scorned my over-confidence and pride as much as I did at this moment. Now, I couldn't even lift my gaze, and kept it bitterly pinned to the ground. I knew from the moment that I lost against Chad—when he threw images of blackmail material in my face—that I would never, ever forget this night.
Chad and I were practically arch nemeses. I hated his guts to the point that I did everything in my power to make his life miserable, and so did he in return. The atrocities we've performed against each other in the past would be unforgivable, I knew that. When I shaved his fuck-boy hair and perfect eyebrows off while he was sleeping, he got payback by throwing me in a bathtub filled with nettles, facedown, minutes before prom. When I ruined his relationship with his first love, he ruined my chances of getting an internship that I dreamt about since I was a pre-teen. When I drugged him and got another guy to sleep with him, he fucked my sister and sent the sex tape to all his frat mates and my sorority.
He got me back for it all, making me suffer, but this was going to be the ultimate revenge.
On cue, I was grabbed by my hair and dragged further into the lion's den. It was Chad, I knew that already, but I still struggled and kicked against him. He gripped my face then, smooshing my cheeks together. "You still want to act like a hard bitch after the shit I got on you? It'll take me two minutes to ruin your life, Jenkins. You want everyone and the police to know what a crack whore you are?"
I stopped struggling. Tears sprung to my eyes but I held them back and bit my tongue. I was royally fucked, and I had no way out of this.
"That's right, you fucking whore. Tonight is my night." Chad lead me to the middle of the room by my hair then, where the party was still going on at full swing. "Stand on the table, where everyone can see you."
I complied, fists curled tight at my sides and chin still lowered. The frat boys gave me another round of applause. I wanted nothing more but to expel my simmering rage on them; kick and scream and mow each and every one of them down. But I knew I couldn't. I would have to survive this. I had no other choice.
"ALRIGHT, BOYS!" Chad bellowed below me. "TONIGHT, WE HAVE OUR OWN ENTERTAINER AT OUR MERCY. TONIGHT, WE HAVE KIRA JENKINS TO TEAR APART!"
The noise grew to an uproar. My knees suddenly felt like gelatine were poured into them.
Chad continued. "SO WHAT DO WE DO TO STUCK UP BITCHES?!"
"STRIP THEM!" The crowd's response was instantaneous. "STRIP HER! STRIP HER! STRIP HER!"
Chad peered up at me like a livid animal. "FUCKING STRIP, BITCH!"
My fingers were jittery as they reached for the hem of my expensive dress. I slowly peeled it up my curvy thighs, and the frat boys began beating their hands on doors, tables, and walls as if performing a battle cry. When my slinky panties were revealed, they all gave a whistle. Chad was circling the table I was on with a malicious grin.
I removed the dress in one quick motion and closed my eyes. The table creaked under added weight and I felt a heavy presence join me from behind. Chad took a handful of the front of my panties, and the lacy fabric dug into my skin before he tore it right off me. He threw the shredded material into the crowd and the guys pounced on it like it was a slab of meat. I felt my features twist, I was going to give in and cry right there and then, but controlled myself. I wouldn't give Chad the satisfaction.
As if reading my mind, he reached around me and cupped my breasts. I knew why he left them for last. They were my best asset, and men had always been crazy over my E-cup breasts. Officially exposing them would shatter my ego. Everyone would see them, and they wouldn't be anything special after tonight.
Chad played with breasts with the bra still intact for a while. He squeezed my tits over the cups, hard, like he wanted to puncture them with his fingers, and I almost doubled over at the pain. He didn't let me, and held me up while he mauled my flesh. It was as if he wanted to pop them, but there was nothing to pop, because it was all natural. The grimace wouldn't leave my face.
"SET THEM FREE! SET THEM FREE! SET THEM FREE!" the males began chanting.
I could practically feel Chad's smile as he grasped both cups firmly and snapped them apart. My naked breasts spilled out, and the crowd went crazy. Heat seared my cheeks, travelling down my neck, and my lower lip began to wobble. Chad discarded the remains of my bra and grabbed my heavy breasts again in both hands, yelling in victory as he bounced them both up and down for the viewers.
"I've wanted to torture these giant udders for years," Chad said to me. "Holy shit, they weigh a tonne. What a fucking cow you are."
"Fuck you," I hissed at him, but my voice wavered.
"Fuck me, huh?" He slapped my jiggly ass and got off the table, walking around to face me while my flesh absorbed the sting. "Get on all fours on that table like the FAT FUCKING COW YOU ARE AND LET THOSE UDDERS HANG!" He yelled the last part for the frat party to hear, and they exploded into raucous laughter.
I did as he said. I felt hot shame course through me as my massive breasts hung off my chest, like real cow udders. I had only recently thought of my breasts as something to be proud of. A few years ago, I used to be insecure about them until girls grew envious of me and told me how lucky I was to have such a generous bust. However Chad completely turned that around and crushed my confidence in one go. Now, I silently accepted how humorous they really did look, and how they had a slight sag to them.
"Man," he said, smacking one breast then pushing it so it swung back and forth. "If only we could milk you. That would've really set the scene, wouldn't it? Still, who knows? We might get lucky. Let's check for milk."
Chad took hold of one of my rosy nipples, then. Like my tits, my nipples were thick and protruding, almost puffy, and he took advantage of that fact by squeezing the life out of the nubs, as if actually trying to milk me. I yelped in pain, but didn't stop him. He took both nipples, tugged on them hard and pulled them for non-existent milk. It was almost as if he wanted to pull them right off my chest and I began screaming.
"Ow!" I shouted at him. "That hurts, you bastard! Fuck—OW!"
"Cows don't talk. You want me to stop, Jenkins? You better get into character and start mooing for all of us."
"No, please, I—" My pleas were cut short when Chad cruelly twisted both nipples without mercy, and immediately I shrieked and complied to his wishes. "MOO! MOOO! MOOOOO! MOOOOO!"
That's exactly when the dam broke and tears came rushing, along with Chad's ear-splitting howls of laughter. He was in such a fit that he released my nipples and clutched onto his torso, and the crowd joined him, guffawing at my demise. Tears trickled down my cheeks and suddenly I wanted to bury myself. I could feel the weight of every stare in the room, jabbing into me like knives. I caressed my sore nipples with gentle fingers and sniffled.
When Chad recovered, he swatted my hands off my tits, and got me properly on all fours again like an animal. He ran his hands over my spine then, down the valley of my back, to my ass cheeks, and dug his fingers into the thick meat. My face was piping hot as he spread my ass cheeks apart and inspected me so closely that I felt his breath on my pussy. To my horror, he spat on my asshole and spread the wetness with his fingers, circling the anal entrance.
"Ever had it up the ass, Jenkins? Or do you only fit your own head up there?" Chad's tone was sadistic. "Either way, I don't give a fuck. Someone give me something to shove up her shithole."
I wasn't an anal-virgin, but I wasn't majorly experienced with it either—having only had anal sex three times. I didn't get huge amounts of pleasure from it, but it was the act of doing something so debauch that got me off and my pussy soaked. Anal made me feel like a slut, and that excited me. Now, I prayed that my guilty pleasure wouldn't betray me in these circumstances.
While the frat boys searched for something worthy to fuck my ass with, Chad sailed one of his own fingers up my asshole. He added a second digit, and scissored it inside me so that I felt the stretch. My pussy rapidly began to warm up in treachery.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" At first, I thought Chad had caught me in the act of becoming heavily aroused, but then I zoomed in on the scene before me and saw a frat guy approach us with a pool cue.
"No." I shook my head and tried to make my escape. Four other guys flew forward and pinned me down in place, face down and ass up. "Not my ass! Don't fuck my ass with that!"
One of the guys waved the widest end of the pool stick in my face to taunt me. It looked thicker than your normal pool cue. The fact that my clit zinged alive in anticipation made this worse. "Oh, come on," the guy holding the weapon said. "You should be used to having a stick up your ass."
I began to shout, and Chad struck at my ass cheek with his palm. "Shut the fuck up. Remember what's at stake for you. Now ask us, nicely, to fuck your fat ass with this stick."
At the mention at stakes, I relented and slackened my limbs, but the guys still held me down. "Please," I swallowed what felt like a prickly ball of nothing, "fuck my...fat ass with this stick."
The crowd started yet again. "FUCK HER ASS! FUCK HER ASS! FUCK HER ASS!"
"Spread her ass cheeks." Chad's order had two more guys joining the table, and they used two hands to open up each cheek. This was another form of humiliation for me, because I knew I wasn't fat, but I was curvy bordering onto chubby in certain areas. My assets were more than a handful.
Chad spat on my asshole again, and I involuntarily clenched my anus, which the guys chuckled at. I felt the smooth tip of the pool cue then, and braced myself. Everyone just kept on chanting and yelling for action. I had to remind myself to relax my muscles if I want to make this easier for myself.
The wide end of the cue began to pressurise my asshole, and I breathed in and out while Chad unapologetically worked the phallic stick into my tunnel. It slid in there sooner than I expected, and I let out loud, long shout of discomfort. The guys seemed to like that and hooted like cavemen. I thought Chad would keep it in there and begin to fuck me with it, but instead he slipped it out again and allowed my anus to close up. I already knew what he was up to.
Another glob of spit on my ass, and Chad tried driving the stick into it once more. He already figured out that was the hardest part for me—the way the largest diameter of the stick would slowly stretch my poor sphincter. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck," I would moan and groan like a banshee, but my ass still wouldn't grow accustomed to the size. "Ughhh—nooo."
"I think she likes it," one of the frat guys holding me down joked. He didn't know there was truth behind his words. Some sick part of me always welcomed the discomfort of being stretched and filled.
