by Lauren Chase
"Nowhere. Um… hi."
"Hi. I'm Jordan."
"I know. I'm Lexie."
"Nice to meet you." His eyes drifted down to her tits as he spoke. "So, you from around here?"
"Couple hours north."
"Cool."
She nodded, feeling like an idiot. All the times she'd imaged what it would be like to meet him, talk to him, and this was nowhere close. She didn't know whether to stay or go. Sure, she'd been humiliated. But if she just left it would be for nothing. Something good should come of it.
"So…" he continued, "Want a drink or something? If you're into drugs there's weed and coke somewhere."
"I…a beer would be nice."
"Here, take mine. I'll get another." He handed it over, finally looking up at her face again. "Hey," he yelled, pointing at one of the other band members. "Bring me a beer!"
Someone else tossed a can over and Jordan caught it in one hand. "Thanks for giving me the cheap stuff." He laughed and pulled the tab. Lexie was about to warn him but it was too late. The can spewed foam and liquid everywhere, covering the both of them. She yelped and stumbled back a step as the beer dripped from her face and jacket.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry."
Tears filled her eyes and she tried to blink them away. This had to be one of the worst nights of her life. She shrugged out of the leather jacket and frowned. "It's okay."
"No it isn't." He was staring at her tits again, as was everyone standing nearby, but she couldn't blame them. The tiny bikini top was doing nothing to hide her rock-hard nipples. Jordan cleared his throat and put his hand on her arm. "Come with me. I'll find something for you to change into."
She shrank back, thinking he was taking her back to room where she'd been before, but he headed in the opposite direction, and through an open doorway. This room was full of band merchandise. T-shirts and CDs and posters and who knew what else. Jordan reached into a box and grabbed a shirt that he tossed to her. "There you go."
For all the misery she'd been experiencing, his kindness was a nice surprise. "Thanks."
"My pleasure. Got to keep the help happy."
"The what?"
"The help. You know, like the staff. Except you're not getting paid. Well, not in money, at least."
She pulled the large shirt on over her clothes and stared at him, baffled. "I don't understand what you're trying to say."
"Sorry, I'm a little drunk. I just meant you're here to service us. It's more fun for everyone if you enjoy it."
"Service? What?" The papers she'd signed. Of course. He wasn't a nice guy, he was being polite to a girl he thought was a whore. "I'm not-"
"Don't worry, it's cool. Nothing to be ashamed of. Though, giving head to my buddy Gabe was really skanky. I mean, damn. You were up here already. You must really love sucking dick."
Lexie's entire body shook with a combination of shame and rage.
"Well, anyway, I think everyone's ready to get going. Might as well lose the clothes. Keep the t-shirt though. It's a turn on to fuck a girl with my face on her chest."
"I'm not fucking anyone."
Jordan's smile disappeared. He stepped closer and reached around to grab her ass. "Of course you are. But how that happens is up to you. But I would recommend you don't make us undress you. Not if you want to have something to wear home."
"I don't want this," she whispered."
The smile returned. "Of course you do. All girls want to fuck a rock star. You're just lucky enough to fuck a whole band." His hand slipped under her skirt and yanked down her fishnets and panties. He stuck a finger between her legs and along her crease. "Nice and wet already. Good. How 'bout a sneak preview, just you and me?"
She tried to close her legs but that just pushed his fingers closer to her pussy. One probed her entrance and she whimpered. "Please don't."
"Please don't what? Don't stop? Okay." With that he pushed her back into a pile of boxes and kissed her mouth. His tongue dove past her lips, matching the motion of his finger between her legs.
For a second she just stood there, stunned. But her body reacted to his attentions before her mind could process what was happening. Lexie juices flowed and her tongue tangled with his. She was kissing Jordan Wylde. And he was fingering her. Even though she hadn't wanted it, she couldn't deny he was good. And sexy. She told herself it was just this. That he'd stop and she could go and that would be it, but she knew better. Knew from the moment she'd climbed those stairs she'd been on this path, one she couldn't leave, and wasn't sure she wanted to.
Jordan grabbed one of her hands and shoved it inside his pants. "Touch me. See how hard you make me, baby." True to his word, his cock was swollen and rigid, hot as fire against her palm. She gripped it tentatively, then tighter as their kiss deepened.
"What the fuck is going on in here?"
Jordan and Lexie jumped apart, both wheeling around to look at the person standing in the doorway. It was the drummer, Adam.
"Fuck you, Jordan. You're such a cunt hog. Didn't your parents teach you to share?"
"Shut up. I was just getting her warmed up."
"Yeah right." He walked over to them and lifted the t-shirt above her waist. "Nice pussy. I like 'em shaved."
She blushed and looked away.
"Shy? Cute." He grabbed the neck of the shirt and ripped it clear down the center. After tossing it and her top away he palmed her tits. "Very nice. Real?"
Lexie nodded, still avoiding his gaze.
"Good. I like how the real ones jiggle. Now, get the rest of that shit off and let's party." He pinched her nipples hard, turned, and left the room.
She crossed her arms over her chest reflexively and looked over at Jordan. "Please don't make me go out there. I'll do whatever you want with you, but not front of everyone."
"Oh please. I see how turned on you are. You want to be our whore. Besides, watching is part of the fun. Some of the guys have girlfriends they don't fuck around on. But the road is lonely. They at least need to see something. Besides, a little group action is how we come down from the show. You don't want to go out there and disappoint everyone, do you?"
She thought about the dozen or more people in the other room. Most were men expecting to have sex with her or watch her have sex. And there was no one she could count on to help her, protect her. They all thought she knew the deal, and what she'd done with Gabe would confirm it. There really was no choice.
With a sigh she slipped out of her shoes and the rest of her clothes. Jordan picked her up and hefted her over his shoulder, holding her around the knees. He walked back into the party room and she bit her tongue to keep from pleading with him to stop.
As cheers and whistles filled the room he dropped her onto one of the couches. She landed, lags splayed open, surrounded by men. Before she could try to cover up or move they were on her like a pack of dogs. So many hands touched her she couldn't keep count. Fingers invaded her all over. Inside her pussy, against her clit. Caressing her legs. Pinching and tugging her tits. Pushing into her mouth and pulling her hair. The sensations overwhelmed her. It was impossible to tell who was doing what and became difficult to separate any particular touch from another.
There was a rush of voices overlapping and most of the hands retreated, leaving her gasping and curling up into a ball. But then Jordan was there. He sat down beside her and kissed her, letting her focus on something slightly familiar, the taste of his cigarette and beer breath. She clung to him, but the others would not be denied. As she kissed Jordan back someone else leaned in to suck on her tits. He alternated licking and nibbling, soft at first but getting rougher and harder as she responded unwillingly, arching into the touch and jumping when it hurt.
She tried to push him away but hands grabbed her arms and yanked them up behind her head, holding her in place, completely unprotected. A body slid between her thighs, spreading her wide. He licked her pink, damp pussy lips and then stuck two fingers deep inside her. Another hand joined his and rubbed at her clit, teasing it
out.
Lexie moaned into Jordan's mouth, unable to hide her reactions anymore, and starting to not care. She closed her eyes and kissed him again, trying to ignore all the sounds around them, the voices of so many different people watching her, touching her.
Suddenly she was pulled up and over Adam's lap. He was fully clothed, but his cock stood up straight from his open jeans. It was bigger than any she'd ever seen, easily nine inches and thick. He pulled her down and pushed inside her, his thick head stretching her pussy. It wasn't quite pain, but she gasped. He pushed her down, using his hands on her waist to screw her further onto his monster dick. When he finally hit bottom, filling her in a way she'd never forget, he pulled her back against his chest and kissed her neck, whispering.
"Like that, little cunt? I do. You're so tight. Not like most of the whores we get in here. But you won't stay that way after I'm done with you." His hand went around her throat. "Open your eyes."
She struggled to breath and obeyed. In front of her, watching with rapt attention there were the other four members of the band. All of them were stoking their cocks. When he could tell from her body tensing she'd seen, Adam started fucking her, short sharp, hard strokes that battered her tight pussy. Her tits danced on her chest as she bounces, and the men's eyes followed them. Lexie felt her pussy creaming, juices dripping from her and around Adam's dick, soaking his pants beneath her.
Her brain wasn't able to process everything going on. The rough fucking. The watching strangers. The humiliation. The pleasure. She slipped into a strange state where she could see what was going on, but it didn't feel real. Like watching a videotape of herself she didn't remember making.
She was yanked back into total lucidity when Jordan knelt up on the sofa and pulled her head down to his dick. She opened her mouth and sucked it without thinking, trying to separate her body from her mind again. In her head she was scared and mortified. But her body was what they'd said. A whore. A hungry whore who loved being used by these men and wanted more. Wanted all of them. Wanted to be destroyed.
And that damn mutinous body was feeling more pleasure than it ever had before. Her insides tightened and she came, the orgasm was sharp, like a million shards of excruciating ecstasy, shredding her. Lexie screamed around Jordan's cock and heard him laugh. He knew she was enjoying it.
Vex, the band's bass player approached. "Guys, this is weak. She's just taking it. Not working for it or anything."
Adam growled as he continued to pound her, but Jordan pulled out of her mouth and sat back. "You're right, man. We put on a show earlier, she should do one now." He stood up and helped pull her away from Adam. They stood her in the middle of the room and formed a loose circle. On her feet for the first time in a while she was able to look around. The trio she'd seen making out earlier was gone, but sounds of moaning coming from another room suggested they hadn't gone far. The woman she'd seen earlier with Gabe was in the corner sitting on his lap.
Everyone else's attention was focused on Lexie.
Vex looked her up and down for moment and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Normally I'd ask for a striptease, but you're naked already. How about some introductions?"
She stared, not understanding.
"Oh, it's easy. You just go around and suck all our cocks. It's an awesome way to get to know each other. No more than a minute on each guy and you can stop when we tell you."
Her blood froze and she went to her knees slowly. Every time she started to get the hang of things they threw some new indignity at her. She flashed back to Gabe and shuddered. But her hesitation went on too long and in a second she had Vex's cock in her mouth. He didn't waste time, shoving into her throat with one hard thrust. She gagged and tried to back away but he held her tight, pushing more and more until her nose was buried in his pubes. He held her there, cutting off her air and limiting her vision to a blurry view of his tattooed belly.
Finally he shoved her off and she could take a deep, gasping breath. But before she could really recover another cock was in her. Obviously inspired by what Vex had done, the new guy jammed into her throat immediately, but he didn't stay still. He fucked his cock in and out hard and fast. It hurt and made her dizzy. When he pushed her over to the next dick long ropes of saliva dripped from her mouth as she struggled to breathe.
One after another they took her that way. Hard and rough she circled the small space, losing track of how many times and how many guys used her mouth. Again and again her throat was filled and pummeled until everything was gray and her mouth just hung open. Her gag reflex gave up and each cock was able to slide right down. Lexie's knees were rubbed raw from the cheap carpet and her jaw ached, but they made no sign of stopping. Each round seemed to make them harder and thicker and she was sure she'd choke and die. Tears and spit and sweat dripped onto her tits and down her body.
Eventually her knees gave out and she fell to the floor. Vex knelt by her and gripped her chin in his hand. "Not bad, whore. Definitely a good beginning. Now comes the real fun."
Exhausted and beat down, Lexie sobbed quietly but didn't protest. She cursed herself for enjoying any part of this experience. If only she'd tried to run when she could. Now it was impossible. She couldn't even imagine standing up on her own, let alone going anywhere.
While she was thinking Vex lay down and pulled her on top of him. Her arms and legs flopped bonelessly, but he was strong enough to get her in position. He held her up with one hand and used the other to push his dick inside her pussy. After the extended session of oral she was dry as a bone and still swollen from the pounding she'd gotten from Adam. A weak scream was all she could manage as Vex shoved in deep. He flexed his hips and fucked her with sharp irregular strokes. A new pair of hands reached between them to her tits. They pinched her nipples and the surrounding flesh until the touch of his calloused fingertips brought tears to her eyes.
The hands eventually retreated and a cock was shoved in her face. She could barely open her mouth long enough to take the tip in, but that seemed to be enough for its owner. He jerked the shaft and shot a load, letting it drip from her mouth and then wiping his come all over her face.
Distracted with that disgusting behavior she didn't notice the person at her back until Vex stopped moving and what felt like saliva slid down over her asshole. Hands gripped her tight round globed and an inkling on understanding filled her. Lexie used every last bit of strength she had to get away, but it was impossible. Hands held her in place, shoved down fully on the cock filling her pussy.
"Don't bother, whore," Adam said, voice full of heat. He spat on her ass again and pressed the tip of his cock to her tightly closed hole.
"No," she whimpered, as the giant head pushed forward into her virgin ass. She'd thought Adam would kill her invading her pussy, but having him struggle to enter her ass made her pray for death. She had no words for the misery. It would have been hard for anything to fit in there when she was still impaled on Vex but Adam's cock seemed impossibly huge as he pushed ceaselessly against her tight muscles.
Small mewls of pain emerged from her mouth as he kept going until the tip finally slid past her sphincter. For a second she could breathe, but he didn't stop.
"There's more. A lot more. I'm going to tear your little ass up." He kept pushing, moving forward an inch and then back, sending flashes of fire through her body.
Vex, apparently feeling left out, started moving again. The two men developed a rhythm, their cocks rubbing together inside her body, barely separated.
Lexie cried now, silent tears that no one either noticed or cared about. Vex was moaning beneath her and Adam kept a steady stream of humiliating chat battering her ears as his dick did to her ass.
Casting her eyes up for the first time in a while, she saw the other men were still standing above them. Some had clearly come already, but they were still stroking their soft cocks, and a few were getting hard again. Hey eyes met Jordan's and he knelt down next to her.
"Oh baby, you look so good filled with coc
k like that. You're such a good slut. When these two are done I'm going to take you. And then the rest of the guys will get their turns too. You're going to drown in our cum like a good slut."
She remembered ruefully that she'd thought he was sweet not so long ago.
Adam started slapping her ass as he plowed it. "Pay attention, whore. You're not here to chat with Jordan, you're here to get fucked. But if we're boring you I'm sure we can come up with something to keep your interest."
She looked away from Jordan and let her hair fall in a sweaty sheet covering her face. It seemed her body was finally acclimating to being overfilled and she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm roiling inside her. She tried to hold perfectly still, keeping her clit from grinding against the cock in her pussy, praying that would keep her from coming. But it was no use.
Vex, as if he knew what was going on, reached down and thumbed her clit. That pressure was enough to send her over the edge. She came hard, screaming hoarsely, and as every muscle in her body contracted, she faded away and collapsed.
*
When Lexie came to it felt like she'd been in a major car accident. Every inch of her was sore, and she'd had the most insane dream. She opened her eyes and saw the truth. She was still in the so-called party room after a Violent Infatuation show, and the members of the band and their friends were naked and surrounding her. She was lying on the couch again, one leg propped up on the back and the other on the floor so she was spread open.
Dan, the hottie spotter was between her thighs, pushing something in and out of her bruised and swollen pussy. It was cold and thin, but got thicker as it went in. A beer bottle. She'd been unconscious for who knew how long and they were fucking her with a beer bottle. As she woke up further she looked down and saw pools of cum drying on her skin. She whimpered and tried to sit up, but her hands were held securely over her head.
Jordan's face appeared in front of her. "You're back. Good. It's almost three in the morning and we've still got a lot to do." He fisted his cock and pointed it at her face.
Lexie closed her eyes and opened her mouth, resigned to her fate, and much as she hated to admit it, looking forward to finding out what else they were going to do to her.