House Slut - S01 E32

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House Slut - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

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When she awoke, it was morning, and she hurt.



The first thing she could not ignore was the deep ache in her ass. Not just the tender ring of her anus that felt like it had been turned inside out but a dull ache that ran deep into her core. Her pussy ached too, but not as much. She gingerly cupped her sex and ass for signs of any permanent damage from the marathon sadism inflicted last night. No sign of any permanent harm. She was surprised that she didn’t seem to have any residual fluids on her and assumed the guys must have kindly cleaned her up, which she felt slightly unnerved by – as if they’d wiped her down and put her away like a used sex doll.

The next thing she noticed was that her entire body was stuff. Aside from the more urgent pains in her orifices, her jaw was sore presumably from being held open by the gag. Her back and thighs and arms ached from being locked into position for what was probably hours. There was a little bruising around her wrists and ankles where she had occasionally strained or pulled against the cuffs. She slowly stood up and stretched out her muscles, wincing as her calves cramped a little. She flicked on the light and inspected herself in the mirror, when she noticed something on her left shoulder. She moved closer to the mirror and looked more closely – tally marks. That’s what they’d been doing when she felt them touching her back, leaving a count of how many times they fucked her. There were eleven marks, eleven assfucks in total, going on for hours. Each guy had managed to fuck her three or four times, at least she hoped that was what it meant. Strictly speaking she couldn’t be sure they didn’t have eleven different guys lined up to go once each. She felt sick in the pit of her stomach at the idea but took a deep breath and composed herself, assuring herself that would not have happened. The more she moved around the more she felt sore, especially, and unsurprisingly, in her ass. She didn’t know what possessed them to abuse her poor anus that way, but she felt like she was going to remember it for a long time.

Beyond her reflection in the mirror she noticed the dildo sitting on top of a book on her side table and sat down – gingerly – on her bed to inspect it. It wasn’t as big as it hard felt but it was exceedingly firm. It was probably about the size of Trevor’s cock, though admittedly that would have been a struggle to take had she not been dripping with pent us sexual frustration that day in the gym. She gave a wry smile and tossed the rubber prick aside, turning her attention to the book it was sitting on, which turned out to be a photo album. Her stomach did a somersault as she guessed what it probably contained. She took it in her hands and held it in her lap for a long minute before daring to crack it open.

Predictably, it was full of photos. Polaroids, she was relatively relieved to see – which meant there was no negatives, no photo studio who had seen these in order to develop them, no digital copy floating around in the cloud waiting to be stolen and leaked online. The first page was photos of her restrained and lying across the bed from various angles, including a helpful close-up of her pussy and asshole in case she wanted to know what she looked like from that angle. She slowly turned to the next page, a series of progress pics of the dildo being inserted into her until it was buried to the hilt. On the opposite page was a photo of her lubed pucker and a cock halfway into it, accompanied by a corresponding photo of her face, her teeth gritted on the cloth gag, her cheeks flushed red. She was fairly sure the cock belonged to Angus, so she at least knew he was the first to violate her that night, and probably the ringleader of the operation.

As the pages progressed there were more photos. At first they were taking from the point of view of whoever was having sex with her, point of view shots of them entering her. Photos to update the streaks of cum left on her back, the increasing tally count on her left shoulder. After a while it became clear they remained in the room together as the photos were taken from different angles. Every few pages was a close-up of her battered anus, as if to update on it’s status. By the time she’d been fucked to completion six times there was obvious visible swelling. By the ninth she realized it was no longer fully closing despite the swelling, and cum was trickling out of her ruined hole.

Once the tally reached eleven the dildo was removed and she was rewarded with some photos of her wet, glistening pussy, her lips spread manually by an unseen person’s fingers to expose every private detail to the camera’s lens. There were a few more photos of her lying prone and as best she could recall definitely passed out. Another page and the scene was suddenly different. The cuffs, gag and blindfold were removed and she had apparently been cleaned up, though she didn’t know how. Body wipes, she assumed. There were a few pictures of her lying on her back sprawled across the bed, apparently snoozing peacefully. There were a few photos of her face from the tits up, the photographer apparently unwilling to take even a single picture that wasn’t inherently sexual. Then there was a photo taken from between her parted legs, capturing the entire landscape of her body with the soft forest of her ginger pubes in the foreground, and one final picture of her sleeping on her side with the blanket pulled up over her, captioned underneath with a brief note: thanks for being our princess, next time you can be the queen, love from the boys xxoo.

Tegan traced her fingers over the words staring at them for a long time.



“What the fuck does that mean?”

No one else seemed to be up when she stepped out of her room so she took a long hot shower to ease the aches and stiffness through her body. The water was soothing not just for her muscles but her mind. Her feelings on last night were complicated. She’d been forcibly restrained and fucked – in the ass – for hours on end until she literally passed out, and then they continued in her sleep. By any normal margin that would be considered sexual assault but obviously the usual rules didn’t apply. She wondered if being gagged and restrained affected the consent rule. What if she had wanted to say no but had no way to? On the other hand, there had been something strangely thrilling about being unable to resist. Even when she was only half sure the people having their way with her were her roommates, she had been starting to enjoy herself. Everyone had rape fantasies every once in a while, didn’t they?

She pushed the thoughts out of her head as she finished rinsing off the soap and toweled herself off. She no longer wanted to overthink these things. It started to seem easier, better for everyone, the more control she let them have over her. Being fucked up the butt eleven times in one night was not her ideal situation but she trusted them enough that they weren’t doing it sadistically, that if she seemed distressed or in any danger they would have called things off. At this point any notional ideas of where her limits were had been far pushed back as there was so far nothing they had done she wouldn’t be willing to do again, if the mood took them. She felt a tingle in her lower belly as she tried to imagine what kind of depravity they might have in store for her.

As she left the bathroom, finishing drying herself off as she crossed the hall to her room she could hear the sounds of breakfast activity in the kitchen/dining area and realized it had been an entire day since she’d eaten. After breakfast and being surprised at lunch she had then slept through until morning. No wonder she’d been so faint. She picked up the photo album the guys had given her and tucked it under her arm as she strolled out to join them at the table, gingerly sitting down resting most of her weight on one side of her buttcheeks. She set the album down and reached for some toast that Sam was piling up on a plate in the centre of the table as it came out of the toaster.

“Thank you for the lovely memento.” She said drily as she smeared some jam on the slice and took a bite. “I can say with complete honesty it is the most thoughtful gift I have ever received.”

“It was Angus’ idea.” Brandon blurted, seemingly guiltily.

“Well,” Tegan smiled warmly as she looked from Brandon to Angus “I’ll have to make sure I thank him properly later on.” She kept her tone light but put an edge in it that might have implied something slightly menacing. She intended it as a joke but she noticed Brandon flinch. She liked that.

“Think nawt of it lass. And don’ worry about copies, they’re all in there.” Angus tapped on the album, reassuring her that their house secret remained as such.

Tegan finished her slice of toast and started on a second slice, idly flipping through the pages again and coolly regarding the images of herself being repeatedly violated by the three men at the table with her. She paused on the one of her slightly gaped backdoor, her puffy pussy lips wrapped around the dildo.

“I think this one is my favourite, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

Sam seated himself across from her. “I took that one. I’m not gonna lie, just looking at it has me at half mast.”

“Dude.” Brandon grimaced, putting down his bowl of cereal. “Do we have to talk about your dick first thing in the morning?”

“What? She’s sitting there with her tits out looking at pictures of herself getting fucked and I can’t even say that gets me hard?”

“I’m surprised you can even get a hard on after fucking me four times in a row.” Tegan interjected. “Which, by the way, is pretty impressive.”

“Well, we had a little help from our good friend Viagra.”

“And here I thought you just really liked me and had a lot of pent-up frustration from our week off.”

“That too, which is why we agreed a pharmaceutical-assisted marathon fuckfest was in order.”

“And you decided to exclusively fuck me in the ass because…?”

“To be honest, we figured if we were going to roleplay a gang rape we might as well go all out.” Sam said simply.

“Well as long as we’re being honest, I was terrified.” She paused. “At first, anyway.”

There was a long silence.

“But then I really enjoyed it. That being said, eleven times might be a little much. If we could try to focus a little less on anal in the future? I’m not saying it’s off the table and I understand the enthusiasm, but I do hope you remember I have a vagina as well.” She felt like a teacher lecturing misbehaving students. The guys all nodded their understanding.

“Speaking of anal” Angus piped up “ah cannae help but notice yeh didn’t have your plug in yesterday.”

“Oh. No, I guess I didn’t.” she blushed. Obviously everyone here knew about the plug arrangement but she hadn’t really discussed it with Brandon and Sam present before.