Please read the previous story to better understand this one. If you decide not to, I hope you enjoy this one. As with my other stories, this is based on a combination of real world experiences and fantasies. I'll let you decide which is which. I appreciate your comments and feedback either after the story or via email.
"'He!' Who the fuck was 'He'?"
That question was going through my mind as I moved to the restroom's door. As I reached for the handle, the door swung wide to reveal three men blocking the entrance. Surprised, I stumbled back several steps.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" The largest of the three laughed.
"What the fuck are you doing in the men's room bitch?"
I stammered, embarrassed, "I-I made a wrong turn. I'm sorry, I was just leaving. May I please pass."
All three had stepped into the restroom, the door slamming shut behind them, and began to devour me with their eyes.
"You look like a fucking mess bitch!" The largest replied.
One of the others, not quite as big, but just as tall, grinned, "Wrong turn? Bullshit, it looks like you just pulled a train."
He stepped closer and wrinkled his nose, "Is that what you did slut? Fuck, you smell like a urinal!"
I had forgotten what a mess I looked like and dropped my eyes to the floor.
"Please let me leave." I said softly.
As I started to step forward, the third man, the shorter of the three, but the heavy set man looked past me and pointed at the pool of piss floor with a cold laugh, "Is that all yours slut? Did you come in here to piss on the floor?"
"N-no, I-I really need to go." I whimpered.
They all three laughed, "Looks like you already did slut!"
I blushed even deeper and tried to step between them for the door. As I was reaching for the door handle, the big one grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked me back, dragging me stumbling to the middle of the restroom to stand in the pool of piss.
"OWWWWWWWW" I cried out.
"Please let me go!" I wailed.
"Nah, I don't think you're going anywhere right now slut. Strip!" The big guy snapped as he jerked my purse off of my shoulder and threw it into the corner.
I whimpered, pressing my thighs together to try to control the familiar feeling of depravity and need that was beginning to grow. Reaching behind me, I tugged the zipper of my dress down and pulling it off of my shoulders, pushed it down over my hips into the piss pool at my feet. I reached back to unclasp my bra and shrugged the straps off of my shoulders, holding it against my breasts before taking a deep breath, letting it drop on top of my dress. I suppressed a soft moan as the cool air caressed my nipples causing them to harden even more atop my swollen areola.
The three men leered at me, licking their lips and rubbing the bulges in their jeans.
Taking another deep breath, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my thong and pulled it down my legs to join my bra and dress. I looked up at them, my lips slightly parted in a soft, barely audible pant. "Fuck," I thought to myself as felt the heat spreading, my cunt already getting wet again.
"The shoes too, cunt!" The big guy gestured.
Slipping out of them, I stood barefoot in the cool piss pool. "Yes Sir."
"That's the good little slut." He sarcastically grinned.
Nervously rubbing my fingers together at my sides, I watched as they circled around me. The shorter guy stepped behind me and the taller to the front with the big guy to my right.
"Holy fuck! Rick and Wes look at this!" The man behind me exclaimed.
The other two stepped around behind me.
"What the fuck slut?"
I winced as the tallest man, Wes, roughly ran his hand over my welted as, kneading my marked flesh.
I yelped and tried to pull away. "Ouch!!!"
Rick, the big man, grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerking me back. "Get the fuck back here bitch! How the fuck did this happen?"
"Please, you're hurting me," I whimpered.
The pain from their rough hands on my ass and that from my scalp met like jolts of electricity in cunt. Moaning, I felt the overwhelming heat grow in my cunt causing my juices to begin to flow again. My depravity was beginning to engulf me once more.
Rick jerked at my hair again and slid his boot between my feet and kicked my feet causing me to slide my bare feet wider in the piss. "Answer my question cunt!"
He nodded his head at Wes, "Cunt."
And at Del, the shorter man, "Shitter."
Before I could answer, Wes reached between my legs and roughly fucked two fingers into my cunt and Del jammed two spit-slick fingers into my shithole.
I jerked and writhed, "Ohhhh fuckkkk!"
"Fuck this pig is soaking wet!" Laughed Wes.
Del twisted his fingers deeper into my shithole. Their combined fingers causing me to involuntarily fuck and jerk against them.
Jerking my hair, Rick growled, "You're fucking getting off on this, aren't you you filthy slut?"
"N-nooo!" I lied.
They all three laughed as Del and Wes pumped and twisted their fingers harder in my holes.
Rick wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed as he leaned close, his dark eyes boring into mine. "You're a lying cunt! What happened slut?"
Whimpering and moaning I stammered, losing myself in my depravity, "A man with a knife forced me in here and he...ohhhh, please, I need to cum!"
"Tell me!" Rick snapped.
Groaning, I tried to focus on his order, the pumping fingers in my holes making it nearly impossible to concentrate. "He made me strip and piss myself before he made me fuck my cunt with a bottle while I sucked my piss-soaked thong."
"And?"
"Then he took the bottle and fucked my ass." I whimpered.
Continuing, I told them about how he made me lick my shit off of the bottle before bending me over a sink and after whipping my ass, reamed my cunt and shithole. They laughed as I told them how he made me kneel in my piss pool while I sucked my shit off of his cock and swallowed his load and then made me lay in my piss before pissing all over me, making me drink it and rub my cunt while he pissed on my slit.
"You fucking came when he pissed on your cunt, didn't you pig?" Rick grinned maliciously.
"Y-yessss I." I whined.
I begged, "I-I told you, may I please cum?"
