House Slut - S01 E94

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House Slut - S01 E94

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 94

Having Overcome The Initial Challenges, Tegan's Decent Continues.

Halloween pt 2

This is a direct continuation of Part 1 which I recommend you read first.

-phenylalanine



After a small break to take a breather and as the groups finished up their punishments of their sacrifices, Tegan was taken down from her rack and half carried on wobbly legs back to the table she had been lain upon for the marathon session that had taken place earlier. Her mind leaped to the conclusion that they were finally going to finish the job they had started as she associated the table with being fucked. The rack was removed by the men who weren’t preoccupied with assisting her. Her nipple clamps were removed and she gasped with a mix of pain and relief as blood surged back onto the aching tissues. One of the men gently suckled on them, swirling his tongue around them as if to soothe them with his saliva. It seemed to help.



“In the Sixth circle, the Heretics are punished. The Heretics who forego conventional wisdom and seek forbidden knowledge.” The Speaker’s voice cut in again.

While her tender nipples were being attended to her wrists were quickly bound with cloth again, and she realised her teeth were still clenching the leather bit. Rather than being laid back on the table she was bent over it, facing towards the inside of the circle again. Her and the other four remaining women were going to face each other for the next stage of the ritual. This time, as she was held down against the table with the pillow under her stomach to prop up her ass, she felt manacles being fitted around her ankles and realised she was being secured to the table so she couldn’t move. While it did create a knot of anxiety in her gut she was reassured, strengthened by the woman who had already tapped out and immediately led from the room to salvation. Tegan knew that, whatever she feared might happen, her limits would be respected – and that meant she was ready to test exactly where those limits were. Her eyes scanned for Sam again but he wasn’t looking back at her, apparently entirely fixated on his subject, the athletic blonde. He was testing the weight of a leather paddle with studs and Tegan swallowed thickly as she realised someone behind her was probably doing the same.

She arched her back and let out a stifled cry as the paddle connected with her ass, joined by a chorus of the other women as they were also spanked. Unlike the light but stinging lashes of the cat-o-nine-tails and the crop, the paddle connected solidly and she felt her flesh ripple from the blow. The wielder gently caressed the cheeks after the blow and she could feel the testure of the polished leather riddled with studs against her cheeks as the heat rose in her skin. She imagined her pale upturned ass beginning to glow red. Without warning the paddle connected again but she groaned through it. Again the caressing motion. She felt like normally when a submissive was punished in this manner they were expected to count them off, but she hadn’t been told to – or how many to expect – so apparently it was her lot to simply not know. A third blow landed and her voice was reduced to a pitiful whimper, her toes curling into the thick carpet, her bound hands gripping the edge of the table in front of her. A fourth strike and she whimpered again, squirming as she waited for the fifth and it landed heavily. Mentally she kept track of how many times she was spanked and believed it ended around thirty, which, believing that there were six men clustered behind her, meant that had taken five strikes apiece. Her asscheeks felt battered, bruised. She was definitely going to have some marks left after that one. She felt something touch her pussy lips and realised it was a couple of probing fingers easing into her slick tunnel. The man moved them around a little and she shivered feeling his touch inside her. Although she had recently been almost endlessly ploughed by multiple men and had an unexpected orgasm while being whipped, her pussy was still sensitive, needy. While her ass ached and stung from her recent torment her body was still aflame with need and her cunt clenched hungrily at the probing fingers. The man entered a third finger, twisting them around as if testing her elasticity. It felt strangely impersonal, clinical in that regard. The man withdrew his fingers and cupped her crotch from behind, slipping a finger between her labia to briefly play with her clit, but then took his hand away again before Tegan had time to enjoy the touch.

“She’s soaked.” She heard a voice comment softly, reporting his findings back the other men in the group.

“I bet she could take a baseball bat up there.” Commented another in a mocking tone of voice.



“The seventh circle holds those who commit the sin of violence” The speaker said coolly. “Violence against man, violence against self, and violence against nature – such as the Sodomites.”

As he spoke Tegan felt strong hands pry apart her asscheeks and a finger begin to apply a cool gel to her puckered rear entrance. While the sin of violence seemed like a weak excuse to do so, of course they were going to fuck her ass. What kind of ritualistic Halloween orgy would it be without some group sodomy? She should have expected this as soon as they pushed her face down onto the table – she had momentary flashbacks to the time her housemates had restrained her down and taken out a week’s worth of sexual frustration on her poor little starfish, until she had passed out. From that point she had begun to set boundaries and tried to encourage them to treat it as more of a special occasion rather than an everyday occurrence. While she had never rejected an attempt to sodomise her, it had become less frequent. Though by that same token, it had certainly not stopped Trevor from forcing his brutal crotch cudgel into her petite body.

She took a deep calming breath as she felt a finger push inside her, smearing some lube around the inside of her tight ring. Six guys, of varying sizes. She could handle this, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she would probably enjoy it. While she wished the men were lining up to stuff her other hole, she could not deny the aching need to have someone inside her again. She briefly raised her head to assess the position the other women were in and they all seemed to be waiting patiently. A brunette across from her seemed to be the most anxious of the group and she seemed to be staring back at Tegan. Tegan wondered why until one of the men positioned behind her hunched over to whisper into her ear as he guided his swollen tip to her greased-up hole.

“My wife has never had anal before.” He whispered, and Tegan realised this was the husband of the married couple who she had met during the drinks at the start of the night – which seemed to have been so, so long ago. “She’s never allowed me to try it. I told her it might happen tonight, and she promised to make me proud. But regardless, I’m going to get mine.” He pushed forward and Tegan tried to relax as his steel-hard cock pressed against her anus, forcing the muscle open to accommodate him. Tegan wasn’t sure if his little monologue warranted a response but with the bit still in her teeth she had a reasonable excuse to say nothing, a gentle grunt escaping her as she felt his lubricated cockhead pop past her sphincter. Her muscles involuntarily clenched, trying to reject the intruder and the man groaned with pleasure as he continued to sink deeper inside her until he was buried all the way inside, the silky caress of her bowel juxtaposed with the tight grip of her ring. Tegan could not estimate his size, she wasn’t sure which penis belonged to which man, and the tightness of her ass made everything feel big especially since she had broken the habit of wearing Angus’ plug all the time. All she could be sure of was that he was not as thick as Trevor or Angus, or as long as Sam.

Across the way the stranger’s wife seemed to be struggling with her partner. Tegan could see her shoulders heaving as she took deep breaths to calm herself, a strained groan of discomfort escaping from behind her clenched teeth. Tegan wondered if she was going to be the next to tap out, or if she would somehow find the will to carry on now that someone other than her husband had divested her of her anal virginity

Meanwhile the man inside her had begun to slowly thrust and she could feel every small movement as he slowly relished the grip of her rear entrance. Tegan, with nothing to do but lie there and take it, took slow deep breaths. If all six of the men planned on taking a turn she was really going to struggle, but for now her body felt invigorated and renewed by having a cock inside her again, even if it was in her ass instead of her pussy. The man started to pump faster, his breath hot on her cheek as he remained hunched over her, grunting in her ear.

“You love this don’t you, you little whore.” He lifted his head and for a moment he and Tegan jointly watched his wife as the man behind her finally seemed to sink his full length into her newly deflowered back door. Her back arched and she let out a strained groan as she bit down hard on her gag, but she did not surrender.

“I’m going to have her ass every night from now on.” The man continued as he started to speed up again. Tegan knew he was getting close to cumming and gasped gently both from the ache of being stretched open and the anticipation of feeling him cum inside her. “She’ll learn to love it just like you do.”

With that the man apparently reached his vinegar stroke and drive his hips down one last time, burying himself as deep as he could inside Tegan. She could feel his cock flexing for a few seconds before the first spurt escaped from the man and dribbled into her, creating a warm, wet, squishy sensation. The man pumped his hips one last time wanting to get the most out his fleeting experience with anal sex and then he reluctantly withdrew, her well-trained muscles immediately closing up to seal in his gooey gift as he stepped away and went to clean himself off. With the first man finished Tegan found herself silently begging for the next one to hurry, she’d had a taste and needed more, her body inflamed with desire. Across from her the man inside the other woman’s ass seemed to be taking his time, easing her in instead of rushing to the finish, wanting to ensure that she wasn’t inclined to quit. Finally she felt another man step up behind her and the cool tip of his freshly lubed prong pressed against her recently vacated hole, the head popping in with little resistance. He quickly slid the rest of the way into her, carefully adjusting his position until he was pressed up against her. It occurred to Tegan that, not for the first time, while her small ass was probably less visually appealing, the fact she didn’t have big round glutes getting in the way probably meant men could reach deeper inside her.

Her thoughts were quickly derailed though as the man tightly gripped her slim waist and began to fuck her.