Very Bad Girls

by Lauren Chase

  Ten minutes later the car stopped and the driver came around to help her out. She found herself in a very unexpected place. Instead of the fancy house or lounge she'd thought they'd be going to, she was in the warehouse district. A shiver of fear went through her as the car started up behind her and drove away. She walked carefully to the nearest lit doorway, and was considering running after the car when the door opened.

  Her date was standing there, smiling. "Amber, right on time. Welcome." He was dressed in a suit this time, perfectly tailored and clearly expensive. "Sorry I couldn't come and get you myself. I needed to meet with someone. I hope you understand."

  She nodded and smiled as he took her hand and kissed it. "Where are we?"

  "Hopefully the site of a new club. A business venture I'm trying to arrange with some of the other party guests. You look lovely."

  "Thank you-" She giggled. "I don't even know your name."

  He grinned and led her into the warehouse. "James."

  "Thank you, James."

  Inside they made their way up a set of stairs and he stopped in front of a door. She could hear music and low voices coming from somewhere close.Something seemed off about the voices she heard as she walked towards the door James had indicated, but she couldn't figure out what until she opened it and entered the party.

  Amber, a pleasant smile plastered on her face, stepped into the room as it went silent. As every face in the room turned to look at her, she realized what had seemed strange. The only voices she heard were male because there were only men in the room. A dozen well-dressed men. James, who she didn't see, had looked to be in his mid to late thirties which made him younger than all of the others by a decade. Instead of curiosity she saw hunger in their eyes. Hunger and something else. Something chilling. Like a pack of predators who'd just spied their captive prey. She stepped backwards to leave when a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and James's voice rung out to the room.

  "Gentlemen, as you can see, tonight's entertainment has arrived. And she's a real party girl."

  Amber's blood ran cold. She cursed herself for being such an idiot. To believe a rich man would bring a total stranger who owed him money to a regular party. For the first time her confidence in her beauty had led her down a really wrong path. And whatever these man had planned, from the looks on their faces and the iron grip James held her in, she knew she wouldn't like it. No one in the world knew where she was. No one was coming to help her. She was in bigger trouble than ever before and had only herself to blame.

  A single tear rolled down her cheek and she whimpered.

  James chuckled and held her closer. She could feel his erection sticking into her back as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Don't waste your tears, Amber. There's going to be plenty to cry about before you leave this place. I told you you'd be doing me a favor, but I lied. You're going to work off your debt just like you wanted. And trust me, tonight you'll earn every penny."

  With that he gave her a shove and she landed in a heap on the floor, eyes wild as the men closed in on her from every side.

  Amber's brain went into overload and everything going on appeared to her in flashes, as if she was looking at a series of photographs instead of experiencing it herself. Eyes taking her in. Erections straining crotches. Heads nodding with approval. Champagne and scotch in glimmering glasses.

  Someone pushed her forward on the floor and spread her legs wide apart. She tried to sit up but a hand at the nape of her neck pulled her hair hard, keeping her in place.

  James stood in her line of sight and she glared at him, making the evil smile on his face widen. "Poor Amber. Is this not what you had in mind? What did you think? You'd seduce me? I'd wine and dine you and buy you expensive gifts on the hope that one day I might get to sample your charms? I'm no dummy. I've seen a million sluts just like you. You think you can do anything you want because you're young and pretty. But let me tell you something, Amber. No matter how pretty your face is, the only thing a man wants from you is a hole. A warm, tight hole. That's all you are to us."

  She shook with rage, wanting to hit him, kick him, bite him. But there were so many men there. She'd never get a chance.

  "Nothing to say, slut? Good. Save your breath. You're going to need it. Oh, and now that I think of it, I was wrong. You're not just a hole. You're three holes. Three holes that are going to be well-used tonight by me and my friends. As I told you, this is a special occasion. We're opening a brand new club right here. Not a dance club. Nothing so mundane. This club is going to be for men like us who know what to do with girls like you. Stupid spoiled sluts like you. And you're our first guest. Congratulations."

  Amber's anger turned to devastation and she started to sob, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to ignore the hands on her, the legs creeping closer, the leering faces all around. "Please," she begged through her tears, "Please let me go. I'll pay you back. I promise."

  This time many of the men joined James in laughing and she gave up, knowing her words would do nothing. They were a mob of powerful men and she was just a random hot young woman with nothing to offer. Nothing but holes, as he'd said.

  The man holding her hair pulled her back tight against him. He reached around with his free hand and pulled her dress down so it framed her bare tits. Her nipples puckered from fear and the cool air in the room. That first sight of intimate flesh was like a bolt of lightning spurring the others to action. They surrounded here there on the floor, each grabbing for a bit of naked flesh to grope. Fingers pinched and poked at her breasts as she was stretched out on the floor, her legs held open by two men.

  James crouched between her thighs, lifted the bottom of her dress and ripped her panties down the center, baring her to the room. He spread her pussy and shoved two fingers deep inside her with no warning. It burned and stretched her, causing her to gasp.

  Other hands joined his and her labia were pulled and her clit ground against a fingernail painfully. One of her nipples was sucked into a mouth and there were so many men touching her she couldn't keep track of who was doing what. Dark and fair heads hid the rest of her body from her sight.

  With a hard yank at the nape of her neck, the man behind her turned her head. She yelped and a cock was shoved into her mouth. It was thin, but incredibly long. She gagged but he kept going, pushing into her throat. The man holding her hair helped, pushing her closer and closer until her nose was buried in a stranger's pubic hair and she thought she might pass out. Tears dripping from her eyes combined with the saliva leaking from her mouth and more hands joined in. So many fingers, soft and hard, rough and gentle, too many sensations for her to process. She choked on the cock filling her throat and everything went gray for a second before he pulled back.

  The crowd of men moved as one, it was clear they'd done this before. Everyone moved away a bit to allow her to catch her breath. She relished the moment of freedom and dreaded what would come next.

  James grabbed her chin and made her look at him. "My friends are obviously pleased with you. But I get the first fuck."

  She glared back at him, but knew there was nothing to say. Another man helped her stand up as James walked over to a beautiful leather club chair and started to undress. She felt her own clothes being removed, but dimly. All of her concentration was on James. As he slid his pants down she saw his dick and shuddered. It was massive. Longer than the one that had assaulted her mouth and so wide she didn't think her fingers could span it.

  He chuckled at the look of fear on her face. "Come here," he ordered.

  She obeyed, stepping into his arms naked except for her shoes.

  He sat down in the chair with his thighs slightly parted. "To show you I'm a nice guy I'll give you a moment to prepare. Assuming you're not wet yet, you have five minutes to play with yourself."

  Amber reached down and touched her already sore pussy. She rubbed her clit gently and felt a thrill go through her body. Regardless of the situation, she always knew how to pleasure herself.


  "Wait," James said. "Bend over and do that so the men can watch."

  Silently she placed one hand on the arm of his chair and bent over, shifting her legs further apart. Murmurs of enjoyment came from the men around her as her pussy and asshole were openly displayed. She stuck a finger in her mouth and then ran it down over her pussy before sliding a finger inside her tight hole. She bit her lip and started fingering herself, trying to concentrate on how good it felt, not who was watching. But that was impossible. And shockingly, a jolt of extra pleasure went through her when she caught sight of one of the men rubbing his dick through his pants as he watched her. She thumbed her clit and moaned a little as her natural juices slicked her cunt. She slid a second finger inside and started pumping them harder. Soon the wet sound of her fingers in her pussy grew loud enough for everyone to hear.

  James moved closer, reaching under her to fondle her tits. He whispered, "Good girl. I knew you could do it. You're getting so wet for us. I can't wait to get inside that sweet little cunt of yours."

  Those crass words ignited something dark and hungry in her. She fucked herself faster. Harder. Her hips swiveled and beads of sweat broke out on her skin as an orgasm built inside her. Right before she was about to explode James grabbed her and slid down onto the floor.

  He positioned her legs on either side of his hips and shoved her down onto his cock. Even as wet as she'd become it was a tight, painful fit. He stretched her wide and kept coming, filling her like she'd never felt before. It was delicious and she groaned as each inch slid deeper and deeper into her slick channel.

  "That's right. Take my cock. You love it don't you? You love getting stuffed with cock. All whores do."

  Amber couldn't argue. For all the shame she felt it was amazing, too. Even the humiliation of knowing so many men were watching, waiting their turn, just made the whole experience more erotic. Her breath was coming in ragged pants as James fucked her. Even from below he had all the control. His hands lifted and shifted her hips the way he wanted as his cock battered the tight walls of her pussy. Her tits bounced between them and her hair fell in a damp sheet of silk over one shoulder.

  The man who'd pulled her hair earlier walked closer, opening his pants to reveal a hard, thick cock. James pushed her so she was sitting up straight. The other man moved closer and grabbed her hair again, pulling her mouth onto his thick rod. He was gentler than the first cock she'd had in her mouth that night, not plunging into her throat. But he did start fucking her face in unison with James. They plowed her like that for what felt like a long time.

  As she struggled to deal with both dicks and her own arousal, Amber barely noticed some of the other men coming closer. One grunted and shot a wad of thick cum on her back. Others kept jerking off but managed to hold off their orgasms.

  James started thrusting faster into her, making her whole body shake. The man in her mouth pulled back and forced her to suck and lick his balls, now high and tight under his dick. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back so he could cum on her face. His semen was hot as it splashed her cheek and ran down into her mouth and over her chin.

  As that man retreated two others approached. Amber's arms were grabbed and two cocks were thrust into her fists. She jerked them absently, as she spiraled out of control from the forceful pounding her pussy was getting each stroke ground her clit against James and she knew she was going to cum. She tried to fight it, tried to deny them at least that. But her body didn't care about her pride or dignity. It loved being used like that. Loved being captive to the pleasure of others. And as James sped up even more, her hands tightened around the cocks she held and a wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body, contracting every muscle from her head to her feet and sending her into the stratosphere.

  The next few minutes were hazy, but she felt someone wiping her body down and carrying her to a nearby sofa. Some champagne was poured into her mouth and she lay exhausted and sated.

  When her eyes opened again James was standing over her, still shirtless, but he'd put his pants back on. "Feeling better?" he asked.

  Amber nodded.

  "Good. Well, rest up for a minute and we'll get back to business."

  Her eyes widened. She'd thought they were done.

  "Come on, did you really think that was it? One fuck and you're done? Not very efficient. I went to a lot of trouble to organize this evening. I'm getting my investment back."

  She sighed and decided to stop thinking about anything. Every idea or assumption she'd made was wrong, and it wasn't worth it. They'd seen and heard her cum. Of course they wanted more. And she couldn't really claim not to want it anymore. Sure, part of her desperately wished they'd let her go home, but as she looked around the room she realized a bigger part wanted more. More men. More cock. More fucking. More anything they wanted to give her.

  A new man pulled her up from the sofa. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. She did, wincing a bit as she moved. Her pussy was swollen and sore from the hard fucking James had given it, and she hadn't had enough time to recover.

  He didn't care. He spat on his hand, knelt down behind her and shoved two fingers deep into her pussy. She cried out, but didn't move away. She could feel his cock on her leg; it was hard and dripping pre-cum. But he kept fingering her, making her wet again. She screwed herself back down onto his hand, enjoying the feeling of his thick digits scraping the sides of her sore hole. Within moments she was soaked again. Her juices dripped from her body onto the expensive rug beneath her.

  A hand grabbed her face and pushed her onto another cock. It slid right into her throat and this time she was ready, and was able to avoid gagging too much. She struggled to breathe through her nose and sucked and licked it as much as she could manage.

  While she was distracted, the man behind her had been making preparations. He spread some of her juices over her tightly puckered asshole and pressed a finger inside, alternating its strokes with those in her pussy. Amber had never had anything go into her ass before. It didn't hurt as much as she'd expected, but she knew he wasn't done. And as a second finger joined the first she shuddered. There was the pain she'd been waiting for. But even as she tried to wiggle away he was relentless, opening and closing those fingers, stretching her ass.

  The cock in her mouth shoved all the way in and two sets of hands appeared to hold her still. The man behind her pulled out his fingers and spat on her ass before pushing the head of his dick against her rear hole. He pushed inside slowly, but insistently. The tight ring of muscles strained to keep the thick tip out, but succumbed to the steady pressure. Tears filled her eyes as he finally made it through and started sliding inch by inch up her ass. It burned, but in a way that was somewhere beyond pain or pleasure, and both at the same time.

  "Fuck that ass," someone said, and the others joined in.

  "Destroy that hole."

  "Fuck that slut. Give it to her."

  The man in her ass did as his friends suggested. He started fucking her hard. Long, fast strokes in and out of her asshole again and again. His hand reached beneath her to rub her clit and she thought she might pass out from the overload of experiences. She heard a low, keening sound and realized it was coming from her throat, barely audible.

  The stranger pounded her ass harder and faster and the man in her mouth shoved in keep and came, shooting his load right down her throat. His softening dick fell from her mouth with a wet plop and he was gone. The man in her ass slowed down and then stopped moving. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and flipped them both over so she was on top of him, her tits and red, swollen pussy on display to the room.

  James returned then and crouched over her, releasing his cock from his pants once again. He gesture for two others to join them and they wrapped her fingers around their cocks on either side of her body. James looked down her, examining every inch of her sweaty skin and smiled.

  "Now the fun really starts."

  He lif
ted her legs a bit and shoved his dick into her pussy in one hard motion. Amber screamed again, but this was purely from agony. She could barely handle the cock in her ass. Adding his monster in her pussy filled her past imagining. She felt the thick shafts rubbing together inside her with only a thin membrane separating them. It was impossible and amazing and terrible and perfect all at once. The feeling in her body was like nothing she'd ever experienced and she had no idea if it was pain or pleasure. And she didn't care. As the two men fucked her together, harder and faster, conscious thought became less and less possible. Amber wailed and moaned and shook and shuddered at the onslaught that lasted a million years.

  She didn't have another orgasm as such. But pressure built inside her, making every nerve in her body come alive and short-circuiting her brain. She stopped being a participant and became a vessel, nothing but skin to hold and holes to fill. But instead of the humiliation she knew she should feel, there was only contentment. A sense of rightness. That this was what she was meant to be. What she was born to be.

  When the men pulled out of her body she wanted to cry from sadness, wanted to beg them to fuck her again. Fill her again. Give her meaning again. She smiled as a shower of cum fell on her skin from more cocks than she could count.

  James sat down next to her and stroked her hair. "You've done so well, Amber. You're every bit of the filthy slut I knew you'd be. Once the guys recover a bit we'll start the next round. If you're up for it."

  "More?"

  "Yes, more. Don't you want more?"

  "No," she whispered so only he could hear. "But I need more."

  He laughed softly. "I know. And you'll get it. Tonight and every time I call for you. You'll get more than you ever imagined. And you'll love every minute."

  She didn't reply, but she knew he was right. She was a whore. Just one who needed someone else to make her see it. And now that she had, there was no going back.