House Slut - S01 E33

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House Slut - S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

Introduction:

Tegan and the guys dissect last night's all-anal gangbang and discuss a new proposition.

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.

“And ah’ll bet it’s not in now, neither.” Angus waggled his finger. “Ah’m gonnae give yeh a free pass on the spanking considering tae punishment we doled out yesterday, but yer on yer final warning. You know what that means.”

Tegan nodded, contritely.

“What’s it mean” Brandon blurted with a weird sense of urgency.

“It means she gets an upgrade. Tae help her remember.”

There was another silence which Tegan eased by turning her subject back to the album, flipping to the last page of photos and the inion.

“What’s this supposed to mean? ‘Next time you can be queen’?”

Brandon suddenly became extremely fixated on his now empty cereal bowl. Angus gestured at Sam, indicating he should explain.

“Well, here’s the thing. You’ve been a really good sport about all this sex slave stuff.”

“It was my idea, you know.”

“Yeah, but I mean… we felt like maybe you weren’t completely aware of what you were getting into, and we uh… we took a lot of liberties with that.”

“I don’t disagree, but that doesn’t mean I regret it.” Tegan said carefully. She wondered if they suddenly wanted to cancel the deal and last night was like a ‘last hurrah’. She didn’t want it to end so soon.

“I’m sure if you did you’d have mentioned it. But we wanted to try something a bit different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well so far most of what we’ve done has involved you as the submissive one. And as fucking hot as that has been, we were thinking we might… you know… flip the for a change.”

“You want me to be some kind of dominatrix?”

“Bingo.”

“You all want that?”

“Well Brandon took a little convincing to admit it, but I’ve seen his internet history.”

“I look at lots of different stuff.” Brandon said defensively.

“Possibly the only time a guy will ever admit that publicly.” Sam turned his attention back to Tegan. “We thought it might be fun, to give you control.”

Tegan mulled it over. So far it seemed like the most daunting sexual challenge so far. What the hell did they want from her? She imagined herself in a leather corset cracking a whip and making them lick her toes. It was hard to see the appeal for any of them, but maybe they were finding just having sex with her too easy, especially when she didn’t fight back.

“When do you need an answer on this?”

“Hey, no rush. We aren’t going anywhere, right?”

“No, I suppose not.” Tegan smiled. “So just while I’m thinking it over, what’s off the table?”

“No gay stuff.” Brandon said, then looked abashed as everyone turned to look at him. “No offence or anything but I’d just rather not get any more intimate with these guys than I already have.”

“Cannae say I want to muck around with anothae men’s junk meself.” Angus agreed. Sam shrugged, apparently indifferent on the subject.

“Ok, so no man on man action for my amusement. Is that all?”

The guys all look at each other and seemed to not come up with anything.

“I think we’re just going to trust your judgment.” Sam said, with another shrug. “I doubt you’re going to hook a car battery up to my balls or anything.”

“No, of course not. I don’t have any jumper cables.” Tegan deadpanned.

“Then I think we have an understanding.” Sam laughed. “Now I should probably get ready for work.”



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