"Slide that cock into her ass man!! Do it, split this cunt bitch in half"!
My heart was racing and pounding in my chest. I knew the thickness of this man and how it was going to burn like fire when he slides that hunk of meat into my tight little brown hole.
He grabbed the base of his cock and pressed the head against my anus and without any regard whatsoever, slid it into my ass. I screamed out in excruciating pain.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
The only help was the fact that some of my pussy juices were still on his cock but it was not enough. I screamed bloody murder. I tried to escape but it was useless. I thought for a moment of my safe word and that I could yell it out. But I didn't. I focused on my need to be ferociously violated by these animals and the pain started to give way to pleasure.
After a few minutes of fire, my ass stretched and his cock began sliding in and out of my ass easily. I could hear him begin to moan himself as he was taking full pleasure in my pain. The other two held my wrists down and I was being pounded in the ass. His cock was so thick, I believe he was the thickest of them all.
He then grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my face up from the floor again arching my back. He lowered and placed his mouth right up to my ear and growled into it.
"Like it in the ass bitch? Huh, you fucking filthy cunt?"
"Fuck this whore! Rip that ass until it bleeds!! YEEAAAAHHH!!!!" yelled another.
One of the other men put there face right in front of mine and while I was being ass raped, spit directly into my face. He then took his right hand and slapped me hard across the cheek.
"You're a worthless cunt!!" Say it bitch, tell me you're a worthless cunt or Ill beat you to death!!" He screamed into my face. "Say it!!"
"NOO, Please, I don't....."
Another slap across my face causes my cheek to burn red. With my body bouncing up and down from the pounding in my ass, I tried to mumble the words....
"Im..Im...Immm....."
"SAY IT BITCH!" he raised his hand but only threatened to smack me.
"IM A WORTHLESS CUNT" I yelled out with every ounce of strength I could muster.
Just as the words were said, the man pounding my ass grabbed my waste, and without pulling out of me, rolled onto his back. With his cock still in my ass, I was now laying on top of him facing the ceiling.
"Fill this cunt with cock guys!!!" he called to the others.
One of the other men feverishly dropped between my legs as if there were a long line and he needed to get there first. He spread his legs and lifted to position himself directly in front of my cunt hole. He grabbed his cock with his hand and pushed it into my waiting hole. My head snapped back as a rush of pleasure wafted over me. I was so full, as they both pushed in as far as possible bottoming out there massive appendages and held them there. I felt as if their cocks will protrude from my mouth they were so deep.
My moan was long, deep, and guttural.
"OHOHOHOHOHOHOH"
They each began to pump in and out of me. Within a few seconds, my next orgasm started to rise up like a roller coaster heading towards its apex. The man in my pussy grabbed hold of my soar aching tits and started to roughly massage at them. They were beat red, and the dozen or so teeth marks had raised into welts.
With my head back, the third man quickly knelt in front of my face. He was right in front of me with his cock and slapped at my face with it.
"Were gonna fill you up Bitch!!!" he barked at me. "Open up you filthy whore!"
He took hold of his cock and pushed it against my lips. I was forced to open my mouth or his cock would rip my lips apart. Once inside my mouth, he immediately pushed his cock into my throat and I instantly gagged!
"Yeah bitch...TAKE IT!!!" he yelled out.
He pulled it out of my throat and I gasped hard for air. The other two were picking up their pace fucking my ass and cunt faster and harder. He pushed his cock into my throat again and began pumping. I now realized all my holes were now filled and I was where I needed to be. The feeling of worthlessness and humility finally took over and I was that filthy worthless piece of shit I so needed to be to balance me.
Each one pumped at me each at their own pace providing the sensation that each of my holes were getting their own fucking instead of one massive attack. They were really going at me now and with each minute, wave after wave after wave of orgasms ran all over my body like a massive army of millions of ants each finding a nerve ending and stimulating it. I was gone, wasted, in a world of total ecstasy and pleasure. Each one was using my holes for their own selfish personal gratification. I did not want this to end. I wanted to die tonight knowing nothing else but this moment. I wanted them to fuck me to death! I wanted them to continue fucking my dead lifeless body!
The man fucking my ass started to moan loudly into my ear. I could tell he was getting close to climaxing and I could actually feel the throbbing of his cock deep in my ass. His moans increased in intensity until he was finally moaning loudly. I could feel his juices filling my ass and squirting onto the floor beneath me with every thrust.
Just moments later, the man in my cunt lifted his head high above me and his mouth was agape. He also started to moan out loud and with a faster pumping, he began to fill my cunt with his own hot cum. As he was pounding fast and furiously, the man in my mouth picked up his pace and he too started to moan out loud.
He grabbed the sides of my head and started pumping faster and deeper into my throat like I was a sex doll. I started to gag but he was unaware in his sexual frenzy to climax. His quick temporary choking of my air caused my final orgasm to feel like my body was about to explode into millions of pieces. I wanted to scream but couldn't for every time I brought in air, he was back into my throat fucking it.
Suddenly, as I was convulsing through my most intense orgasm of the night, my mouth and throat filled instantly with the hot salty cum of his sliding cock in and out of my neck. His amount of cum was incredible as it filled me. His cum began to shoot out of my nose as I tried desperately to breath. One after another, they filled me with their juices. I was becoming a cum filled whore.
Once they emptied themselves, they each pulled out of there respective holes. I could feel myself twitching as they slid out of me. I rolled off the man under me and now lay motionless on the floor. I could feel his cum dripping from my ass. I could feel the hot juices oozing from my battered and bruised cunt. There was cum on my face and the inside of my mouth was filled with the residue of hot man juice that I had apparently drunk down. Even my nose was dripping from each nostril with the white sticky goo.
I was motionless and barely conscious. My breasts were all red and on fire and the welts that had risen up on them were like bee stings. My ass was incredibly sore and my pussy felt like it had been fucked by a train. My face was red and bruised.
The men all surrounded me as each grabbed their clothing.
"How'd you like that you bitch?" one of them said.
"Yeah, you probably loved every second of that huh you dirty whore" said another as he bent down to spit on me.
"YOU'RE A FILTHY WHORE!" the last man said as he softly kicked me in the tits.
They gathered their belongings and left the room. I was left there battered and lifeless. My entire body was numb. I lied there still for hours and hours until I was awakened by the sounds of birds chirping outside my closed windows.
I weakly pushed myself up from the floor and got to my feet. Looking at the clock, I realized I must have passed out completely. I could barely walk from the soreness of my ass and between my legs. I stumbled over to my bedroom mirror and looked at my naked self.
"Oh My God, look what they did to me" I said staring at myself running my fingers over my bruises as a small smirk crossed my face.
I got myself over to the bed and fell into it as if I had fallen from the sky. I closed my eyes and mumbled to myself.
"Just what I needed!"
The End.
&n
bsp; Wet Stone
The clock hanging crookedly on the shabby wall had just flipped past two am. I had been watching it for the past 17 minutes as my girlfriend leaned against my shoulder on the sagging couch and drunkenly babbled until she passed out, as I had planned. When we had arrived four hours ago, her hair had been neatly fixed, as always, but now the curly reddish-brown strands flowed wildly around her slim form, cascading down into the low neck of her top to rest between her breasts. At some point after she had stopped caring, her white bra strap had slipped off her shoulder and now rested on her arm, visible below the short sleeve of her shirt.
We formed an oasis of calm, ebbing at the edge of the wild party that had overtaken the old house by storm. This house embodied the very definition of a college party house. The sagging couch sat against the rear wall of the large great room. To my right, a beer pong table began hosting its 14th game of the night; the waiting list on the whiteboard behind it still filled from top to bottom, despite the fact that half the people on the list could not possibly finish another game without first passing out. To my left, a large oak table hosted twice as many people as chairs, and some card game that I could not possibly comprehend sober was underway. An archway behind the oak table opened up into a large wooden-floored dance room, filled wall-to-wall with writhing bodies. Through a doorway in the far wall of the great room, I could see into the kitchen. On its tile floor, six people were playing an intense game of caps. Throughout the house, music blared, people danced, and the drinks ran freely, even at this late hour.
I reached my hand into my pocket and wrapped my fingers around a cold, marble-sized stone. It fed on the energy of my body, drawing heat from my fingertips and leaving them chill and numb. Soon I felt the familiar tingle indicating the stone's readiness. Now my fun would begin. Mentally, I conveyed my orders to the ancient stone: I ordered it to begin filling the bladders of all female occupants of the house at a constant rate, such that in exactly ten minutes time they would be so full that they would involuntary lose control. To provide some level of fairness to said occupants, I then amended my instructions so that anyone who peed before the ten minutes were up would be released immediately from the stone's control.
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The dealer at the card table saved herself first. Scarcely three minutes from the issuing of my commands, she smiled triumphantly and threw down her final card. I heard a chorus of jovial boos arise from the others at the table as they dropped their hands in defeat. The champion left the table, stumbling straight(ish) for the small bathroom, located directly across the room from the couch on which I sat. She managed to stagger in without incident, then she flipped on the light and closed the door to the house's sole bathroom.
No sooner had the old dealer left the table, than a girl with flowing blond hair arbitrarily promoted herself to dealer and began shuffling for another round. Her black nearly-translucent top captured my gaze for nearly five minutes as I watched her toned arms shuffle and deal cards.
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The opening of the bathroom door interrupted my pleasant daydream. On reflection, I found it amazing that one as drunk as she had only tied up the bathroom for five minutes. Her egress also drew the immediate attention of one of the dancers; the dancer leaned over and whispered to her partner, then headed towards the open door. As my gaze followed her across the room, I noticed one of the observers of the beer pong game also heading towards the bathroom. She was a cute brunette, and her knee-length brightly colored green skirt swirled around her knees as she walked hurriedly. But she did not walk quickly enough; the dancer entered the bathroom first and closed the door. Not wishing to appear desperate, the brunette altered her course slightly and instead headed to the kitchen. Moments later she emerged, sipping tenderly from a green cup as she returned to watch the game. I was amused to see her acting as if she had intended all along to consume more liquid rather than expel it.
Within thirty seconds, a line for the bathroom had begun to form. A girl, unfortunately I did not see whence she came, stood outside the door looking bravely calm. A hidden tension settled over the room; fewer drinks flowed from the kitchen, and I saw many covert glances at the bathroom door.
****
Around the T-minus two minute mark, the dancer finally left the bathroom. As soon as the single-person line had disappear, the nearest girl, another from the dance floor, quickly formed a new line. She stood with legs crossed, displaying an air of distinct discomfort, although her appearance as such was hardly unique to the house now. With one hand she alternated between fingering the button on her track pants and playing with the red bow in her hair, while the fingers on the other hand tapped incessantly against her left thigh; kept close in case she had to hold herself quickly.
Through the kitchen door I noticed one of the caps players give up her spot to an onlooker. Sitting with her legs spread out in front of her on the floor had clearly become too risky to continue with such a full bladder. She hobbled over to the bathroom line, her short skirt bunched up and held between her legs with both hands as she shifted her weight restlessly from one leg to the other.
Many of the card players were now fidgeting quite openly. One young lady, whose boyfriend sat upon her lap, tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. I watched as the pair arose and the boyfriend took the chair. With him now on the bottom, she nestled her soon-to-be-wet bottom into his lap.
Shortly afterwords, a loud gasp instantly drew my eyes to the dance floor. The stone came alive in my pocket, and I used it to focus on the source of the noise. A girl in a skirt with black leggings stood near the center of the dance floor, standing in front of a boy whose arms were curled around her waist. Milliseconds dragged by as I watched the disaster unfold in slow motion. Unwittingly, the boy did the stone's work for it; attempting an impromptu dance move, he took a step backwards and then began a yank on the girl's waist to pull her into his body. She felt the contact of his hands on her bare skin, followed by pressure against her taught belly. I watched her eyes widen as she realized what would inevitably follow. She bared her teeth in concentration to battle against the quickly increasing pressure in her bladder. Through the stone I felt her panic as one squirt shot into her black panties. She regained control, but the boy's arms pressed against her with more and more force each millisecond. Another squirt slipped free, immediately followed by a third. Bursts began pulsating out as she lost her balance and fell back against the boy, but still she tried to keep a mental count of each leak: five..... six.... seven.. eightnitenelev...
I withdrew my intense focus as she fell heavily against the boy. In his drunken state, the boy failed to hold her upright and the two collapsed to the floor. She had been facing me when she fell, and I stared intently between her legs at the black fabric glinting in the light as urine saturated the cloth and forced its way through. I heard him yell out as the girl's river of pee flowed over him and began forming a puddle on the dance floor beneath the couple.
The T-minus one minute mark had just passed when another pulse from the stone drew my attention away from the dance floor. Looking keenly around the room, I soon noticed a small wet spot on the floor beneath one of the girls sitting at the card table. Oddly enough, she wore bright pink slippers on her feet, despite the warm weather. Another girl sat upon her lap and both were ostensibly focused on the game. The girl on the bottom looked extremely calm; not at all like someone who had just had an accident. I continued observing her, and a few seconds later saw a surge of pee fall through the wicker chair and land in the dark spot on the floor. She had unknowingly freed herself with the very first release, but as I watched, she continued letting out small bursts in a last-ditch attempt to avoid flooding her khaki capris long enough to make it to the bathroom. The short bursts became progressively longer and longer though, even as the gap between them became shorter and shorter. Her plan had clearly backfired; she was losing control entirely on her own now.
By this time, several girls had started excusing themselve
s and, after seeing the line for the bathroom, decided the outdoors would be their deliverance. I felt a shiver from my girlfriend as she shifted restlessly on the couch beside me. Even in her unconscious state she had managed to bring one hand up to dwell between her legs.
With fewer than 25 seconds to go, the door to the bathroom finally creaked opened. The caps player waiting second in line still stood holding her skirt firmly between her legs with both hands, not caring who saw or watched. Her face registered cautious optimism when the door finally opened, but the face of the girl poised to enter the bathroom next shown with gleeful radiance; shining as if she had just finished a marathon. The red bow atop her hair bobbed cheerfully as she rushed towards the door, knowing she would make it, but her body responded too quickly to the sudden availability of a toilet. Her bladder began opening in anticipation before she had even made it through the bathroom door. As she turned to close the door, I caught a glimpse of an expression of anguish replacing the joy on her face as clearly as I saw a not-so-slow trickle of pee replacing the dryness of her grey track pants. The soaked fabric clung to her legs, noticeably outlining the now-wet panties she wore under it moments before the hard wood of the door blocked my gaze.
The pong observer with the green cup, who had previously been blocked from using the bathroom, interrupted my thoughts when she wandered into view from the kitchen. Her eyes were glued to the bathroom even before she set foot in the great room, but upon seeing the line, she slowly changed her course and walked over to the card table. She stood observing the game with her back to me, her knee-length black ruffled skirt swishing restlessly as she shifted weight from one leg to the other and back again. Fishnet leggings cover those legs, terminating in a pair of open-toed black high-heels. Suddenly the rustling of her skirt stopped and she froze with her weight still shifted to the right. A pencil thin line of liquid fell from between her legs. Undoubtedly, she was absolutely flooding whatever she wore under that skirt, for, in addition to the thin waterfall, two or three times as much pee was flowing out of the open toe of her right heel. It formed a mini river delta in the thin carpet as it spread out under the seat of one of the card players. From my position behind her I couldn't see her legs well, but I knew her inner thighs must be very warm indeed. However, mere moments after she lost – or perhaps gave up – control, she managed to regain it. She had regained control so quickly in fact, that no one in the room except her and I knew what had just happened. But both of us also knew that once the flood gates are opened, they are not easily shut for long.
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