House Slut - S01 E31

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House Slut - S01 E31

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 31

Now she felt a cool probing finger touch her exposed asshole. She felt innately exposed in a way she couldn’t really describe and wondered if her little star was distended by the object buried inside her. The coolness moved inside her and she realized the finger was lubing up her backdoor. For the first time she mentally begged that a cock would enter her ass, and that her unseen torturer wouldn’t try and jam another huge dildo inside her. She tried to convince herself that they wouldn’t do anything to permanently hurt her. She knew her holes were muscular, elastic, that they could stretch and recover, but still, she worried that too much punishment might make her permanently loose, like some used up whore with gaping holes no man would want anymore.

That train of thought was abruptly derailed as a dick penetrated her ass. Lost in thought she hadn’t noticed the person lining up behind her and the swollen head of their cock pushing past her sphincter to bury itself in the warm velvety softness of her colon. It eased in slowly but she felt so full that even that gentle pressure made her feel like she might split open. She whimpered when she felt the hairy crotch of the man behind her press up against her spread cheeks. There was a moment of stillness while she tried to guess who was inside her but it was too overwhelming to reliably guess. After a moment they began to move and she let out a groan, feeling every inch of his cock drag inside her ass as he withdrew before slowly pushing back in. After a minute he built up a slow but steady rhythm, while all she could do was lie still, occasionally a twitching leg or arm pulling at the cuffs and reminding her that she was completely helpless and this was going to continue to happen whether she was willing or not.

Eventually she felt the rhythm change and the man’s breathing with it as he reached his peak. With a groan he pulled out of her ass and she felt hot semen land in the small of her back just above the cuffs keeping her wrists connected. She hadn’t recognized the man’s voice from the groan, it was a guttural sound, too indistinct for her to guess who it belonged to. But she signed with relief, as now the game was over and her tormentor would release her so she could recuperate before her next visitor. She waited patiently, silently, as she heard the rustle of clothing as the man redressed. She felt something lean on the bed and waited for her blindfold to come off… but it never happened. Whoever it was gently caressed her back and then the weight left, the door opened and closed and the sudden stillness in the room told her she was alone.

Tegan tried to take stock. She’d been pinned down, restrained, blinded, gagged, stuffed with a fake prick, and when done fucking her in the ass the jerk who’d done all this had just left her? She still didn’t know who it was. The paranoia filled her. What if it really wasn’t one of her roommates? She needed resolution, and she needed it now. She struggled against the cuffs, surely they were trick ones with a hidden catch that would let her out, right? She groped around, but had no luck. She tried rubbing the blindfold off against the bed but it was too snug for her to get any friction. She tried to get her feet free but with her weight on the bed she couldn’t get any leverage to slip one of the cuffs out from under it. She screamed again, hoping someone would hear her and come in to assure her the game was over.

Eventually she gave up. She wasn’t going anywhere and with the gag she’d be lucky if anyone could hear her, even if they wanted to help her – and she had no confidence of that. She felt tears well in her eyes again as she heard the door open. She lifted her head and groaned into the gag, rattling her chains to make it clear she needed help. Instead, whoever had just entered the room simply stepped up behind her and she felt another cock enter her ass. A sudden sob escaped her and she went limp, resigned to lay there and take it, as if there was any choice in the matter. As the second man violated her back passage she at least resolved herself to the belief this was her roommates doing. If there was more than one person involved it had to be some fucked up conspiracy cooked up between Sam and Angus. Well, she hoped they were enjoying themselves. With her movement restrained and her eyes covered, unable to let out much noise, all she could do was lie there and listen to the squelching sound of a lubed up prick sliding in and out of what had once been her most private place, and was now apparently a wide open playground, some backdoor free-for-all.

With the gentle rocking and rhythmic sounds, Tegan lost track of time. It could have been thirty seconds or thirty minutes when she felt the cock pull out of her and another spurt of cum land on one of her limp cuffed hands. The same sensation, something caressed her shoulder and then they were gone. She was unsurprised when another cock immediately replaced it, and this being the third person either one of the guys had an excellent refractory period or Brandon was in on it too, which felt like something of a betrayal after what she had shared with him – she had opened up to him to alleviate his issues with the open arrangement, but apparently he had also secretly plotted with the others for this endless assault on her ass. Before too long, though it was becoming harder to tell, he pulled out and blew his load on her back as well and she wondered if the ordeal was over.

If she had hoped for it to end, she was disappointed. For the fourth time a cock slid inside her increasingly sore hole. Her aching pussy clenched around the large dildo in response to the penetration, causing her to whimper into the gag. While she had spent her time up til this point questioning every decision she’d made that got her into this predicament, her body apparently had other ideas and was beginning to respond favourably. Was that sweat or lube or her own juices starting to trickle down her thighs? She felt like she was on the outside of herself watching herself be violated and wondered how she could possibly begin to enjoy it.

As she lay there being sodomised for the fourth time she could feel the subtle motion of the dildo shifting around inside her, occasionally starting to be pushed out by her clenching muscles only to be forced back as the man thrust against her. She was in pain, yes, but it was beginning to blend with the subtle throbs of pleasure – she supposed a body starved of pleasure will find it wherever it can – into one overwhelming blur of sensations. She realized the muffled sounds escaping from her were not from despair or frustration but approval, encouragement. Whoever was fucking her seemed to realise this and she let out an agonized cry as they started to fuck her faster, abandoning the slow hypnotic rhythm to frantically pound her tender anus to completion, burying themselves deep inside and unloading into her bowel with a satisfied grunt. She was sure that was Angus – she knew what he sounded like when he came inside her ass and would recognize that grunt anywhere. He withdrew as soon as she felt the hot seed drain inside her and was again replaced immediately. She didn’t even hear the door this time. They must be hot-swapping, literally standing waiting their turn – she assumed the man starting to fuck her now was Sam, presumably on round two. He was the least squeamish about fucking her when she freshly used. He didn’t waste any time picking up the pace. He’d apparently applied a fresh coat of lube to his cock because it felt cool, almost soothing going in, eliciting a gentle moan from her as he began to ramp up quickly. She was again lulled into an almost trancelike state, listening to the lewd squishing noises as he pounded her lube and cum-filled hole. She realized her legs were shaking and she clenched her fists as her soft whimpers became more desperate gasps for air. It wasn’t long before she felt who she assumed to be Sam begin to release inside her, continuing to thrust against the soft walls. Instinctively she clenched her tired ring to milk his cock and shuddered as the sore muscles sent a jolt of pain in protest.

As soon as he was finished and stepped away another cock replaced him. This time she was certain the arrhythmic movements and urgent humping were Brandon. His cock felt different and she wondered if he was using a condom to safeguard himself from having to sink directly into her cum-glazed hole. This time she did truly lose track of time, and of cocks. It was repetitive, silent but for the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, cock in well-used hole. More semen was shot on her back but for the most part it seemed like they were happy to keep dumping it inside her. Eventually, the ceaseless fucking lulled her into unconsciousness.



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