House Slut - S01 E95

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House Slut - S01 E95

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 95

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

There was very little buildup this time, as soon as the man found his rhythm he didn’t hold back and Tegan moaned in a mix of pleasure and alarm as he started to jackhammer her asshole as if she were an experienced porn star. She bit down to stifle her sounds as she gripped the edge of the table, the man driving into her. While uncomfortable at first her needy body quickly adapted and she could feel a tightness building in her pelvis that heralded building arousal and release. She whimpered as she realised that she was about to come from anal – and while the thought was thrilling the idea that her body could derive actual physical bliss from something that she always saw as exclusively for the pleasure of a male partner made her flush with humiliation. She started moaning into her gag, her back arching as she drew loud ragged breaths, and then the orgasm filled her all at once.

The man drove in deep as her convulsing butthole squeezed and gripped his shaft, keeping himself buried inside as her body rode out the waves of pleasure. She could feel him flexing inside her and she awaited feeling him unload up inside her but he didn’t. Once she was done he pulled out and was immediately replaced by another cock, cool with fresh lube, that slid effortlessly into her well-prepared hole. She clutched the table edge again and simply held on as the third man made use of her, lying panting and weak. A man knelt down by her head, presumably the one that had just finished with her and whispered to her as he caressed her temple while tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear.

“You’re quite the little butt slut, aren’t you?”

Tegan let out a breathy moan in response.

“Well if your whore ass isn’t too used up when we’re done with you, feel free to hit me up for more.”

Tegan could think of half a dozen responses to that – but now wasn’t the time for a discussion. She just moaned again as she got fucked and the man whispering to her got up and walked away out of her field of view. Tegan returned her attention to the woman across from her, the ‘wife, as the man fucking her finally seemed to be picking up steam and thrust forward with a satisfied groan. As soon as he pulled out the woman spat out her leather bit and said “Virgil. Virgil!”

The men around her let out a collective sigh of disappointment that only one of them had been able to take a turn with the reluctant anal first-timer. The husband, who had already finished with Tegan walked over to her to assist in gently unbinding her from her restraints and escort her from the room telling her in a low voice how proud he was. Reflecting on that probably being the reason he was so keen to finish with her as quickly as possible – before his wife inevitably tapped out - Tegan took a deep nervous sigh as two of the men from her group broke off and headed in her direction – though it seemed one of them was the one who had just finished with the ‘wife’, so at least the number of men who were going to abuse her asshole had hopefully only increased by one. She felt the man inside her pull out to make way for number four and Tegan took a moment without the distraction of having her ring stretched out by cock to assess the remaining competitors. Obviously as the pool of women shrank the number of men each sacrifice had to take on would grow exponentially.

To her immediate left was a large-breasted girl with jet black hair and dark eye makeup Tegan could only classify as “emo”. She rested on her elbows giving her heavy tits enough room to sway and back and forth as the man behind her gently thrust against her large pale ass. She took him placidly, her eyes glazed over – her mascara and liner had run, staining her cheeks with black tears. Further around the circle was a skinny Asian girl, who from this angle seemed even more petite than Tegan. She locked eyes briefly with Tegan, her expression intense though it was hard to say if her jaw clenched from biting down on her own leather bit due to discomfort or lust. Maybe as in Tegan’s case, it was a little of both. Then finally after the spot vacated by the ‘wife’, was the curvy blonde Sam was spending the evening with. She had spat out her leather bit and was muttering under her breath as she was used, urging, or maybe begging, the men to hurry up and cum for her. Like the emo woman she was balanced on her elbows but had her back arched so her C-cup tits jiggled in the air.

Tegan wondered what would happen if she was the last one standing? A marathon 25 man gang bang? In her mind she suspected she would tap out before that happened – though she had to admit that even after making it as far as she had, even while being actively fucked, she was still feeling quite insatiable, and began to wonder if her body was going to make all her decisions for the rest of the night.

She let out a guttural lusty moan as number four forced his cock up her ass and if the stretching burn was any indication this was the particularly well hung individual from before. He eased into her gently but steadily, finding very little resistance left in her well-prepared muscles. While he didn’t give Tegan as much trouble as Trevor, she nonetheless had to brace herself as his prick burrowed deep into her soft cavity. The man idly traced his fingers over her back as he eased in and out, tickling her a little which made her muscles clench around him. He maintained a slow rhythm, apparently wanting to pace himself as well as go easy on her, but it wasn’t long before he let out a groan and she felt him vacate from her – though frustratingly, confusingly, she didn’t feel him ejaculate. Were they all – with the exception of the one man who’d brought his wife – avoiding finishing inside her just out of some kind of courtesy?

She squeezed her eyes shut as the fifth man entered her, taking deep slow breaths as she tried to ride out the rest of the endurance trial. While her body continued to tingle with pleasure, she was definitely experiencing some fatigue and it occurred to her that this was only the seventh step of nine, and her mind turned to what acts might lie ahead. The man finished after a couple of minutes, again pulling out before spilling inside her and was replaced by a sixth, and the process repeated until the seventh man finally finished with her and stepped away, leaving her bound, breathing hard. She listened to the sounds of the other groups likewise finishing up over the next few minutes until it seemed everyone was finished.



“The eighth circle holds those who commit the sin of fraud” The speaker said coolly as Tegan’s ankles were unchained from the table legs and she was pulled upright before being pushed down on the table again, this time on her back. She winced as her lower back muscles protested after being bent over for so long, and her ravaged hole spasmed, almost like it was cramping. The pillow was adjusted so it was under her ass keeping her hips elevated and she was held down as her legs were bent and pulled back against her, and she felt manacles close around them again. She quickly realised she’d been cuffed to a spreader bar which was going to keep her legs apart. Then belts were wrapped around her thighs and shins and cinched tight, so that her legs were forced to remain bent. She could already feel a bit of burn in her muscles, but her more immediate attention was drawn to the fact that the way they had her restrained spread her wide open, putting her pussy on display. Having been naked for what felt like hours at this point, and having had multiple men use all of her holes she did not have any reason to be shy, but she did feel vulnerable.

Once she was fixed in place – and while presumably the other three remaining women around the room where likewise trussed and put on display live some obscene thanksgiving turkey, the speaker continued.

“In the inferno Fraudsters are better thought of as panderers and seducers, those who tempt and tease and flaunt what they have to get more of what they want.” He spat the last word almost as if it were something that angered him and sent a chill down Tegan’s spine. It was unclear what punishment would fit this notional sin. Either side of her men stood over her and started groping and fondling her chest again, playing with and tugging on her nipples which still ached a little from being clamped earlier. One man cradled her head in a hand while using his other to rub his semi-erect cock on her cheek, though he made no effort to put it in her mouth again. Tegan was also relieved to discover that as she suspected the men had had the courtesy to clean themselves up after penetrating her ass.

Presently she felt a cool touch on her pussy lips as something was pushed into her – fingers, again, but apparently slick with lubricant. Her mind reeled: she knew she was still wet and ready to be entered, her body was already tingling just from feeling something inside her needy vagina that clutched eagerly at the new entrant. There was no need to make it easier to put something inside her unless it was larger than what she could comfortably accommodate. She let out a grunt of protest as she realised what was probably about to happen, but the men fondling her tits pinned her shoulders down to keep her from struggling.

She felt a third finger added to the two already inside her and continued to squirm. She knew that she could put a stop to this by spitting out her gag and saying the safeword, but something held her back. Maybe it was that she didn’t want to quit, maybe she just didn’t want to bring this night to an end, but her body was compelling her to resist as the man forcefully massaged her with three fingers, coaxing her entrance to loosen up to accept them before adding a fourth. She could feel the torturous taper of his fingers close together at the tips but inevitably widening as they went deeper, forced by the shape of his hand, and whimpered desperately as she felt his knuckles stretching her open as he tried to force his way deeper. Another hand joined the one trying to enter her and began stroking her clit, which caused her body to quiver a little, and she could feel her vaginal muscles trying to squeeze the fingers inside her, which was not making it any easier for the man to get inside her. She let out another muffled grunt of protest as his knuckles continued to push up against her tight entrance.