This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Warning (Possible spoilers) this short story contains adult themes such as but not limited to reluctant sex, BDSM, cuckold, gender changes. Reader's discretion is advised. All characters in the story are over 18 years of age and up.
Glasswing - part 5
My mind slowly awakens. I feel a deep fire in my stomach. A consuming need burns my ego as I slowly place my hand between my legs. I slowly open my eyes as I can hear explosions and gunfire over the television. A strange taste lingers in my mouth as I smack my lips together. Left overs of my friend's cum rest in my mouth as I swallow it down. My hands never leave my burning cunt. "What is happening?" I yell, as I continue to pleasure myself with all abandonment. "What did you do to me?" I cry.
"Nothing you did not ask for, Alex," Liam replies. I see him sitting on the couch, naked. He is sitting next to Matteo and Dylan sitting on the computer chair, all of them in the nude. Their cocks resting between their thighs.
"Do not lie, we got you on tape, cumming like the little slut you are, with Liam's balls on your chin and his cock down your throat," Matteo says. A look of disappointment and disgust is shown on his face.
"Alex, how can you say we did something to you, for fuck's sake! You're still playing with yourself," Dylan yells down at me, while trying to stop my hands from pleasuring myself. My face goes red with embarrassment as I force my hands away from my dripping thighs.
"This isn't me. You all did something to me. I would never act like this. GOD! Why does it feel like my insides are on fire?" I cry. I stand up and make my way to the restroom. I slam the door behind me. With conscious thought, I lock the door and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Dried cum covers my face.
A woman stares back at me, her long brown hair disheveled. Cum painted on her face, as a thick layer of saliva coats her neck and chest. "This can't be me," I whisper to myself. Her lips mimic my thoughts. I cry as I lose control of my hands.
Against my will, my hands assault my clit with a rage. Tears run down the woman's face, washing away some of the off white cum down her face. Her legs separate, giving me a view of her wet womanhood. Her face blossoms with ecstasy as she pleasures herself. A shutter runs down my spine as I see the woman's body shutter in the mirror. "This isn't me, this isn't me," repetitively whispers to the woman as she stares back into my eyes and plays with herself like a bitch in heat.
Lost in the pleasure, I feel myself on the edge of the abyss again. I see the woman moan, her face reddened, her chest rises and falls with each rapid breath. Her expression of pleasure slowly morphs into one of frustration, then pain, as she masturbates in front of me. Time loses its meaning as I watch this distressed beauty debase herself in front of me.
I see the need for release in her eyes, and the pain of being unfulfilled. Then, as if being hit by a runaway train, my mind is flooded with a burning hunger. The woman cries more. "This can't be me!" I scream. The frustration of the unfulfilled desire creeps into my bones. My heart races as the tears keep coming.
Knock! Bang! Echoes from the door. "What the fuck did you say?" Dylan yells as he fights against the locked door.
"Nothing!" I moaned. My hands slam down on the counter in terrible frustration.
"Well, get the fuck out of there. It's been twenty-eight minutes. Some of us got to piss!" Dylan drunkenly yells through the door.
"OKAY! Okay, I am just cleaning up now," I yell back. I turn on the tap and wash the dirty mixture of cum, spit, and tears from my face. I feel the cold water run across my nipples. I watch them harden as I clean my body with the cold water. I feel on the verge of death, I feel my rational mind die of this primal hunger.
I finished cleaning the filth off my body. I took a deep breath in and whispered, "this isn't me," as I unlocked the door. Slowly opening I see Dylan impatiently waiting to enter the restroom. He stumbles past me, shoving my small frame out of his way. He rushes to the toilet.
I see him grab his swing cock as he lifts the seat. "What the fuck! Alex, get the fuck out. Can't you see I am trying to take a fucking piss?" Dylan screams impatiently.
My face reddens again as I briskly walk out. I first see Liam and Matteo, with their eyes pinned to the TV. I see they are mirroring the T. V with their phone and, projected on the T. V was me with Liam's cock bulging down my throat.
"Well, if it isn't the movie star in the flesh," Liam said with a devious smile.
Mateo walked up to me and slings his arm around my shoulder. "My god Alex, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would not have believed it. I mean, look at you go, you actually bottomed Liam's out with your pretty little mouth of yours," Matteo stated while gesturing to the T.V.
"I. I ... I am.. I," escaped my lips as I stared at the women on the T.V. pleasuring herself as she is being faced fuck liked a seasoned porn star. I see her debase herself as he lays on his abuse. I see her body writhe with ecstasy as she finally reaches orgasm. Her body goes limp as he holds her head in place. The need within me burns hotter. I remember that pleasure, that addicting release. My breath quickens as my mind becomes blank.
"I. I never said you could film me. Y'all have to delete this!" I yell out loud. My eyes watered out of frustration or humiliation. I could not decide which.
"And why do we have to do that, little Alex?" Liam asks. Liam stands up and walks up to me, his nose nearly touching mine. He invades my space as repeats, "Now why would I do that?". Liam's hot alcohol infested breath assaults my senses.
Like a frightened rabbit in front of a hunger fox. Fear floods my cum ridden brain. "I mean ... Please, delete the video. We are friends, right? Y'all had your fun. This is a little much," I replied meekly.
"Let's all be honest here Alex, we hold all the leverage here. If this film was to ever get leaked, all it would show was a newly minted X-change slut choking on the three of the hardest cocks she could find. Imagine what that would do to their reputation, their family, their future," Liam smiles. His thinly veiled threat lingers in my mind.
He quickly wraps his hand around my throat, jerking forward. "You are going to be a good little slut for us! If not, you'll be thrown out of his dorm looking freshly fucked, in the nude, and dripping wet. Then you'll have to wait for the real fallout," Liam growled angrily.
