Wobbling slightly on her feet Tegan braced her hand on the edge of the table, staring Sam down. He wasn’t presenting as threatening, he had simply indicated that as far as he was concerned she wasn’t done. Strictly speaking she didn’t fault him for that, as she had made the decision to participate in the game and fuck his friends, so she could hardly make the argument that he was breaking the boundary of their agreement by taking her in front of his friends. She looked around the room. Matt was holding her panties. Jayden was still standing over by the kitchen. Obviously the most ready for another round with her as his last ejaculation had gone off prematurely and provded him with no satisfaction. Trevor lazed in his chair watching the proceedings play out, his limp cock dangling between his legs still glazed with lube and cum from being buried up inside her. Truthfully, she kind of wanted to lie down if only for a few minutes, to clear her head. But at the same time she didn’t want to be alone. She wanted the men in this room to want her, and knowing they did want her made her giddy. She wasn’t just a hole to them, but she wanted to be treated like one. So far she’d spent the night making it seem like they earned it and Sam had played along nicely. Now he wanted to show his friends he could just take it, and she wanted him to.

She lurched forward, playing up her level of drunkenness and stumbled into Sam as if trying to slip past him towards her room. He caught her by the hips and she leaned into him, looking up into his face as his eyes searched hers. She slung her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, clinging to him like am amulet. She ran her hand up the back of his neck and roughly gripped his hair, pulling her lips close to his ear and whispered, the sound barely escaping her:

“I want to regret everything in the morning.”

With that she pushed off him and backed up against the wall, breathing hard. Her small breasts rising and falling. Sam paused a moment looking her up and down then swiftly decided his next move. He reached out with snakelike quickness and took her by the throat, his fingers firmly gripping the sides of her neck, and pulled her away from the wall throwing her back down on the table. Trevor leaped out of his seat with a startled “Hey!” as Sam pointed at her panties in Matthew’s hand.

“Gag her.” He ordered. Matthew complied immediately. Tegan resisted, clamping her mouth shut but Sam squeezed her neck making her gasp and Matthew stuff the frilly underwear into her mouth. Her senses filled with the mingled aroma of her pussy as well as the taste of Matthew’s semen which he had added. She tried to spit them out but with Sam’s hand holding her under her jawline she simply didn’t have the leverage and let out a muffled scream of frustration and fear.

“Sam, ease up…” Trevor said uncertainly. He obviously had some concerns about the direction this night was heading in.

“Shut the fuck up and hand me that tape, bonehead.” Tegan gripped his wrist and tried to struggle as Trevor handed him a roll of heavy black tape.

“I hope you’re sure about this.” He said.

“Hold her down.” Sam answered without acknowledging Trevor. Matthew and Jayden each took an arm and pinned her shoulders to the table as Sam ripped off a piece of the heavy fabric tape and wrapped it over her mouth to keep the panty-gag in place. Tegan knew these tapes were incredibly adhesive and sucked in her lips, terrified at how painful removing it from the delicate tissues might be. As pressed the tape down she did a few test breaths through her nose to check she was able to get enough air, which helped keep her calm. She had to keep pushing the panties to the front of her mouth with her tongue, which kept the odour of semen alive as her saliva mixed with it.

Meanwhile Sam had brought her wrists together and bound them with a healthy strip of tape which wrapped around her forearms, keeping them together. She could move her hands but not easily bend her arm, severely impacting her mobility.. Her eyes swiveled from side to side as she tried to sit up but Sam simply pushed her back down effortlessly and roughly squeezed her left breast, pinching the nipple and giving it a cruel twist that elicited another muffled scream, then picked up a thick leather collar and fitted it around her neck, drawing it snug but careful not to impede her airway. She wondered if Brandon could her anything in his room. Chances were he had in headphones on, or was fast asleep, or both. She wondered what he’d think if he walked out right now and saw a bunch of strangers around her right now.

Sam settling between her legs brought her attention back to the here and now and she arched her back as he slid his cock into her pussy. She realized that Jayden and Matthew were holding her down, each of them with a hand holding her legs apart by the knees and another hand pinning a shoulder, leaving Sam free to hold her by her narrow waist to brace her body against the pounding he was giving her. He moved easily inside her soft, slick hole, his crotch smashing against hers with such intensity that it hurt like being smacked and wondered if he didn’t feel the same, especially his balls slapping against her ass. Maybe the need to fuck her hard overrode that instinct. She felt her legs shaking as she quivered her way to a surprise orgasm and her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt lightheaded and nearly passed out. Unable to breathe through her mouth she wasn’t getting as much air as she was accustomed to and had to force herself to hyperventilate to fight the feeling that she was suffocating.

Sam continued to fuck through her orgasm and she expected to feel the warmth of him spilling inside her but instead he stopped and pulled out. He remained hunched over her for a second and grunted as if blowing his load but she didn’t feel it in or on her. She swiveled her eyes in confusion as Sam stood back up and set a plastic party cup on the table next to her head. She could see his jizz coagulating at the bottom, and concluded Sam had plans for it later. It wasn’t hard to guess what.

“Wash your dick and come with me.” Sam tapped Trevor on the arm with a light backhand, then gestured at the other two. “Fuck her brains out.”

Matt was the first to line up between her thighs and she made no attempt to resist as he guided his chubby cock to her pussy and slid in with a satisfied sigh, his hands squeezing her tits and roughly pinching her nipples as he gently thrust in and out. After the vigorous efforts of Trevor and Sam Matt’s gentler pace was almost relaxing. He barely seemed to care that he was actually inside her and took more delight in roughly pulling on her nard nipples, stretching them until her breasts were pulled taut.

“Sloppy cunt.” Matt remarked, though Tegan wasn’t sure if this was an attempt at dirty talk or he was just making an observation. He lightly slapped her across the face then gripped her throat, squeezing gently. “Are you really Sam’s roommate or just some piece of meat he found on the side of the road? How many times a day do you spread your legs for him?”

Tegan assumed the questions were rhetorical given how thoroughly she was gagged, so she only looked up at him, her eyes full of pleading as he pinned her by the throat while using her slippery hole. After a few minutes, red in the face and gritting his teeth he grabbed the cup and pulled out, presumably adding another deposit to mingle with Sam’s. Instantly Jayden was inside her, wasting no time. He fucked her with the frantic rhythm of a man who wanted to cum as quickly as possible, presumably venting some frustration after being shortchanged a premature ejaculation earlier. Gone was his casual cheery demeanour, he clenched his jaw in concentration as he fucked, his fingers digging into her slim hips. She let out small involuntary moans through the gag, turning her head to level a glossy stare at Sam as he returned with Trevor, a bag in his hand. It seemed to be one of the heavy plastic bags she’d obtained from the sex shop with Angus and she concluded that Sam had gone rooting through her purchases to find implements to use against her. She let out a distressed cry of frustration both at the idea of Sam going through her personal belongings and Jayden pulling out of her just as the sex was starting to feel good again.

As she lay on the table catching her breath and feeling her combined sweat and pussy fluids cooling on her thighs she listened to Sam rattling around in the bag of items he’d brought out. She hear the sound of packaging being torn and discarded and blinked a few times as Sam appeared in her line of sight. He didn’t bother to speak, but grabbed one of her nipples, and she felt the cool grip of what she assumed must be a nipple clamp being closed over it. One of Angus’ purchases she assumed, unless Sam had done his own independent shopping. The clamp didn’t hurt at first but as Sam fiddled with it it slowly gripped tighter and tighter until it was firmly squeezing her hard little nub and she let out a noise of protest. Apparently satisfied Sam attended to her other nipple, until she had a matching set, then she felt him connect a short chain between them, which he let sit against her chest once secured. After that he disappeared from her field of vision and she felt him moving between her legs again, and insert something inside her. It felt vaguely egg-shaped. Ben Wa balls, maybe? Then something hard against her belly, when he secured in place with another piece of the heavy tape. She concluded it was probably a vibrator attached by wire to a remote, and this suspicion was confirmed when he pressed a button and a gentle buzzing started in her vagina, eliciting a soft moan as the vibrations tingled her soft walls and made her clit throb.

She felt a tug on both of her nipples and realized Sam had grabbed the chain and was pulling both clamps at once. Aided by the pull she eased herself into a sitting position and slid off the table, tottering slightly on her feet as she was coaxed into a standing position, her muscles clenched to keep the vibrating egg inside her. Now upstanding and seeing him properly for the first time in a while she could see he had completely undressed – apparently the only one of the guys who had done so at least for now. Sam locked eyes with her for a moment then pulled down on the chain causing her to lean forward. He kept powering her until she was forced to kneel, then he pushed the back of her head so she toppled forward, bracing herself on her hands which she was barely able to spread apart like butterfly wings with her wrists locked together by the tape. Sam walked away for a moment and she waited silently, not daring to move or make a sound. A minute or so later when he returned she felt something trailing along her back until he was in front of her and she caught a glimpse of the dangling leather threads of a cat o’ nine tails. She had included one of those in her sex shop trip so had to assume that this was one of her toys she had planned to use on one of the guys. Sam crouched down by her face, stroking her cheek with the pommel of the toy’s handle as he whispered in her ear.

“’Violet’,” he began, stressing her alias with an almost sarcastic lilt. “we have a small problem. See, I think you have trouble admitting how much of a slut you really are.” He casually untied her hair bun, letting her coppery locks out to flow down her neck, cascading off to one side.

“You want to be possessed, controlled, and used. You feel burdened by your own identity as a real person, when what you really are is meat. A warm wet hole for men to pleasure themselves in. It’s ok, you don’t have to admit it. I know it. And tonight we will set you free.”

Tegan whimpered, concerned that she had let this go too far and feeling helpless that she currently had no capacity to do a damn thing about it. Sam stood up and circled around her, occasionally letting the dangling tails of the whip caress her back and ass and thighs, seemingly wanting to take his time picking his target.

Suddenly he brought the whip down, the leather strands with tiny knots bouncing off her back just above her left ass cheek. It took a moment to register, but pain flared through her. She could tell that he hadn’t hit her hard, but the whip still stung nonetheless. She whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. A second sting followed, this time on the other side of her back. Then a third, across her ass cheek and upper thigh, followed by another mirroring it. Each time the leather snapped against her skin she flinched and let out a cry of startled pain. Sam worked his way up and down her body and she lost count after ten blows, having expected him to stop there. When he finally did she felt like her skin was glowing, criss-crossed with lines of radiating heat where the tails of the whip had stung her over and over. Sam had even lashed out underhand, the whip wrapping around under her stomach and ribs. When he finally stopped she realized she was weeping. Not noisily, but her chest was heaving and tears flowed freely. She heard a whispered conversation several feel above her bowed head as she felt someone getting on their knees behind her. As best she could tell it was Matthew, apparently having decided to just help himself presumably because he’d managed to get hard again. After all, why wouldn’t he? A submissive, helpless participant there for the taking. She wondered if they’d sneaked some Viagra or this was a natural side effect of having access to unlimited fucking, sheer willpower and enthusiasm overriding any natural refractory period.

After pulling out the egg, leaving it dangling by it’s tether as the remote was taped to her belly, Matthew slid his cock inside her again and began to thrust, holding her lightly by the hips as he plunged into her drooling crevice. He lasted awhile, having gotten to cum several times already he’d clearly blown off enough pent up sexual frustration that he wasn’t in danger of popping off easily, so was content to just enjoy the ride. She felt him use his thumbs to spread her asshole, and tried to imagine his point of view, her hole lewdly stretched open for his amusement after being ravaged by Trevor. She wondered if he planned to fuck her ass too, shuddering at the thought of another marathon anal assault.

A change in tempo signalled that Matthew was nearly done fucking her and as was that established ritual he thrust with an intense urgency until the point of no return then pulled out, his satisfied groan presumably resulting in another deposit to the jizz cup. How many was that? She’d already lost count. It didn’t matter really. Obviously once all this was over they were probably just going to make her drink it, and after her trip to the glory hole she was no longer intimidated by the idea of volume – it was just part of the humiliation process.

Once Matt was done he stood up, resting a hand on her back for balance as he got to his feet, pushing the vibrating egg back into her used hole. As no one was directly addressing her she remained still, swaying a little from side to side as she caught her breath again, when she felt ahdns spread her ass again and something start to push against her anus again. It felt cool and slick which suggested lube, but smooth and firm which she interpreted as a plug. She’d spent the last six weeks becoming intimately familiar with the feeling of a buttplug, but this one felt different. Maybe hard rubber instead of metal? She let out a grunt of protest as she realized it was clearly bigger than her standard one and tried to pull away but someone grabbed her waist and held her in place as the object stretched her hole again. She let out another cry of pained protest as the new plug apparently reached its widest point then sunk into her, being swallowed by her body. The ring of muscles tightened around the flared base and the person holding her finally released her waist, though with the large object lodged inside her she struggled to move into any position other than the one she was in. With it bulging against the thin wall of her vagina she could feel it pressing against the vibrating egg, the gentle thrum of the object spreading through her pelvis, so she just knelt still, focusing in her breathing as the men chatted casually around her.

A short time later, she wasn’t sure how long, Sam’s voice cut through the chatter.

“You gonna fuck her again or what?”

“I dunno…” Trevor answered uncertainly.

“Go on, tell me that you’re not aching to go again.”

“Fuck dude, you think she can take it.” Trevor didn’t seem to be playing coy, he was genuinely concerned for her.

How sweet. Tegan thought.

“I bet she’s aching for it.” Sam responded. Tegan shuddered just thinking about it. With this new plug inside her even the little egg felt uncomfortable. Could she physically take Trevor’s cock?

“Roll over, slut. If you want Trevor to fuck you again, show him your wet cunt.” By the time Sam finished his sentence, Tegan had already started to turn. She was so exhausted at this point she no longer cared enough to even consider resisting. If they wanted a warm receptacle to put their cocks in, that’s what she would be. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, bracing her feet to lift her ass off the floor, wanting to avoid putting any weight on it while the plug was in there.

“See? Told you. Go for it. Everyone fucks her again.”

“My balls are empty.” Matt whined jokingly.

“Shut the fuck up, you probably jerk off eight times a day.” Jayden countered.

“True.” Matthew conceded.

Trevor knelt down between Tegan’s thighs and removed the egg from her, carefully removing the tape holding the remote before switching it off and setting it aside, easing his thighs under her ass to support her as he guided the head of his cock to her aching pussy. As tired and full as she was, she wanted him inside her. He pushed the head in and she moved her hips, moaning as she tried to adjust the angle to whatever would allow him to fit. He groaned as he slid in, her slick hole too tired to offer any real resistance. She could hear the squish of her juices as his cock parted her soft folds. Finally inside her again he began to move and she grasped his shift weakly with her bound hands, the chain between her tits rattling slightly as he rocked her back and forth. She moaned every time her hips came down on his cock and he began to pick up the pace until her moaning was a steady undulating rhythm of pleasure. Unexpectedly, she orgasmed. She thought she was experiencing too much discomfort. Her tender nipples throbbed in the clamps which only made her clit pulse harder as Trevor’s pubes ground against it. He bent down and kissed her neck, grunting hot air against her skin. Her muffled screams into the gag could probably be interpreted as pain by an observer, but Trevor, deep in her quivering snatch, knew she was coming her brains out as her eyes rolled back and glazed over.

Pushed to the brink by the sheer eroticism of her response Trevor barely had the presence of mind to pull out. He grabbed the cup and aimed his cock at it, jetting a copious load to the coagulated contents. Being only his second of the night, and having been horny to the point of frustration for most of it, it was an impressive volume.

Trevor rolled off with a sigh of relief and got to his feet. Jayden was next, again wasting no time. Tegan was so blissed out from the orgasm Trevor gave her she barely registered Jayden’s presence as he thrust into her. Guttural moans emanated from her throat as his cock pounded her throbbing cunt, but all of the sensations simply blurred together. It wasn’t long before Jayden was done and his final load dribbled into the cup. Matthew followed again and managed to hump his way to his fifth orgasm of the night, though the thin watery semen that trickled fulfilled his prophecy that he was well and truly drained. Finally Sam took his turn, having been jerking himself off watching the other three fuck her, he similarly didn’t last long. He aggressively stabbed at her messy gash, rotating his hips as if to try and claim every part of the raw, worn out little hole. When he had had enough he pulled out and kept jerking his cock, slippery with her juices and nodded to the others.

“Get her up on her knees.” He ordered. Jayden and Trevor gently lifted her from the floor and set her into a kneeling position in front of Sam. Her glossy eyes looked up at him as he jerked off in front of her face.

Of course she thought. The coup de grace. She kept her head tilted back as Sam furiously beat his cock into submission, eventually coaxing a spurt of warm spunk that he aimed at her chin. Ordinarily she would have tried to catch it in her mouth but with her mouth taped shut that wasn’t an option. The sticky fluid ran down her chin and throat, disappearing behind the collar he’d fitted her with earlier. Once he was done she sagged a little in relief, as it was over.

However, Sam reached down and grabbed the chain connecting her nipple clamps and pulled her to her feet. She squealed into her gag as she hurriedly got to her feet and Sam pushed her back onto the couch. She landed squarely on one of the cushions and grimaced as the flat base on the plug caught the brunt of her landing, sending a jolt of fresh agony through her ass.

“Shoes, socks.” Sam snapped his fingers. Jayden brought them and handed one of each to Sam, which they proceeded to put on her. She lay limply on the couch, barely having the energy to wonder why. Once they had her stockings and shoes back on Sam sat sideways on the couch next to her and gently untightened the nipple clamps. The flood of blood back into her nipples was painful and caused her to moan in distress until the pain eased. A flood of endorphins was triggered and she took a few deep breaths to calm herself, feeling dizzy.

“You’re probably wondering what’s next.” Sam said calmly, gently stroking her cheek. “Since we’ve been at this for quite some time and we’re all pretty spent.”

Unable to answer, Tegan was content to remain silent. Sam continued.

“I have one last challenge for you, which if you’ve learned your place tonight, should be a walk in the park.” Sam stood up and walked over to a side table where he scrawled a note and folded it in half, tucking it into her collar. Glancing at the wall clock he took her sticky chin in his fingers and looked into her eyes.

“Literally, a walk in the park. It is currently a quarter to six in the morning. People are just starting their day. The local convenience store is on the other side of the local park and about to open for business, so if you are quick you will be the first one there.”

Tegan’s heart sank. He was sending her out in public. Like this? No way. she thought, her eyes fearfully searching his for sincerity.

“You’ll go there and give the shopkeeper this note. He’ll give you today’s newspaper, which you’ll bring to me as proof you’ve completed the task.”

Tegan shook her head in disbelief. She tried to raise her hands, but couldn’t bend her arms easily with her wrists bound.

“What’s wrong? Are you worried about people seeing you? The longer you hesitate the lighter it gets outside.” Sam said simply. “But if you’re that concerned I can give you something to wear.” Sam turned away for a moment and Matthew handed him something, and when he turned back he was holding the cup of semen. Before she could react he upended it over her chest and the slimy goo slid out onto her skin with a dull splat and began to ooze its way down between her breasts. Using the bottom of the cup Sam smeared it around, spreading it across her chest and rubbing it onto her aching nipples. The more watery parts continued to trickle downwards. She looked down at the mess in disbelief.

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