Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

It’s been a month since my adventure in the park. My bruises were gone in a week; my mind took a week longer. I wasn’t really hurt, at least in a bad way, it just took a while to get over the fact that I had actually gone through with such a dangerous undertaking. I had definitely received more than I had bargained for, but luckily I could think of it as only an extension of what I had wanted in the first place.

I relive that night twenty times a day now and get so frigging horny every time. I had set it up for one man to take advantage of me, but he had been turning the tables on me and had invited a friend along to help him out. As soon as I was safe and free again, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I looked upon the extra participant in a positive light. They may think that they just had themselves a night of sexual delight, but they gave me a lifetime of wild fantasies to enjoy.

The man (Gregg) that I had been conversing with online had written me three times since, but I was ignoring him. Obviously, I hadn’t been looking for a boyfriend; just a hell of a good fucking. But every time he wrote me, I started focusing on a second adventure. I couldn’t help remembering how victimized I must have looked like as my body was stripped and manipulated for their enjoyment. I have never cum that hard in my life. Even when the second guy was done with me, leaving me unfinished, I had the best self-fisting of my life as I sat there nude on the picnic table.

And to be honest, the best part would rile every feminist on the planet. I loved being treated like girl-meat. They had just fucked away at me as if I wasn’t even there, just my body parts. There was something so enjoyable in that for me, that just thinking about it made my clit twitch. Whenever I would pass a hulk of a guy, I would smile to myself and think, ‘wow, I could be meat for that guy’s next fuck’.

If it weren’t for the danger of getting maimed or killed, I wouldn’t have to worry about what I did and could easily plan on doing again. It was very evident to me now that it took rough sex to get my engines going. Despite all the bruises, I rated my exploit in the park a total ten when scaled next to my past sexual interludes. They proved to barely reach the three threshold. A regular sex session just leaves me teased at the most. When I left the park that night, I knew I had been fucked to the max.

Understanding all the risks, and my insatiable appetite for another session, I started planning on my next conquest… getting safely raped for a second time. But I knew this time that I had to be much more careful so as not to be surprised as I had that last time. I didn’t want to take on two guys again, nor did I want to have my mouth raped. I’ve never gotten a thrill out of having a guy’s cock in my mouth, and getting choked by one was even worse.

I had allowed my mind to wander through several possible scenarios over the last few weeks, and had settled on trying either a private party, or a club. I would have to lure one hulking male away from the rest of the herd, but into a controlled situation. I was going into hunt mode, and my target would never see me coming. There were two elements to a safe raping; the guy had to know that I wouldn’t tell anyone afterwards, but the guy had to know that he would be so busted if I was severely hurt (or worse). As long as the guy knew those two things, I felt like I could handle any situation. And since I was so petite, those were very important things to put right in front of the mans face.

Friday night was here, and the hunt was on. I headed out to separate my target from the rest of the herd, and get myself a proper animalistic mating. I needed to allow some, as yet unknown, man to know that I was meat for his taking.

I had been invited to a frat party and a club on the same night. Since I couldn’t legally drink at the club, I headed for the party. I knew it would be harder to separate one guy from all the others in a situation like that, but that would rely on my skills as a “victim”. I had dressed in a hot pair of shorts and a halter top, braless of course. I wore the shorts because it would be harder for my prey to get between my legs, and the fight to keep them on would only serve to inspire my attacker even more. Going braless was the only way a somewhat flat-chested girl like myself could compete with the big-boobed bitches I was sure to encounter. Plus as I got horny, I loved the feel of my hard nipples rubbing against the cloth of my top. It also had the added benefit of capturing the eyes of any guy that got them hard in the first place.

I showed up at the frat house around ten, and looked for the guy that had invited me in the first place. My state of dress quickly got the attention of several guys. As I eyed the young jocks and dweebs that were checking me out, I sort of wished I’d chosen the club instead. The guys all seemed too immature to be trusted to get anything right. The cute guys all seemed too nice to complete the mission I was about to set them up to accomplish. But I was certainly getting into the hunt mode quickly. I was dangling myself as the meat I knew my attacker would need to see to fall for my trap.

The art of flirting has its soft and aggressive positions in all girls, and I was definitely in my most aggressive state right now. When one guy offered to get me a beer from the keg, I made sure my nipples brushed his arms as I leaned in to thank him over the loud music. I smirked to myself to see how upset that had gotten the girl that was obviously after him already. I wasn’t in for a cat fight, so I moved around my “herd”.

I found my way to the house pool room and made my way around to the opposite side of the door. I was placing myself in a very unsafe area that most girls would never catch themselves in. As I watched the two boys playing pool, a couple of guys started hitting on me really hard. I knew they weren’t the caliber I was looking for, but they had their function in all this. I flirted back a little until one of them came right out and said that he and his buddies could have such a wonderful time with me upstairs. I told him how nasty he was even as the other one behind me grabbed my ass for a quick feel. I slapped his hand away, but didn’t move from the spot. That was better than an invitation to continue hitting on me.

The two of them continued taking quick grabs at me; copping a quick feel of my ass or running their hands up and under my top. They had no idea how fucking horny I was getting. A third guy came over and decided that the other two guys didn’t know what they were doing, so he backed me against the wall and stared into my eyes. Then he started kissing me and slid his hand up under my top for a good feel. Even as I kissed him back, I was half-heartedly trying to get his hand away from my tit. My moaning against his kissing though told him he better not stop, just yet anyway. His hand dropped to my crotch and grabbed my entire pussy in a death grip for a ravaging feel of me. That got me on my tiptoes and I decided I’d better end it quickly before I got myself gang raped on the pool table.

I pushed my way away from him by saying I wasn’t nearly as drunk as he would need me for what he had in mind. All eyes were on me as I left the room. I spent a good hour getting myself worked up, felt up, and half drunk before I decided that there wasn’t a single guy here that was man enough to do exactly what I wanted from him. I started to head out and was trying to except my failure. I knew I would be finding myself in the toy closet after getting so wet from letting at least six or seven guys cop a feel of me.

I started walking down the sidewalk towards my car when I saw a man changing a flat tire. I felt sorry for him and said, “Man, what a bitch. A flat tire at night?”

His eyes stopped me in my tracks as he turned and gave me a complete check up. It was plain to see that he liked what he saw. I knew I had no protection with this man, so I wasn’t about to hit on him. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t spice up both of our nights with a little harmless flirtation. So, as he finished changing his flat tire, I stayed to talk with him. I told him how all of the guys at the party seemed way too immature and that all they had wanted was a quick feel. I didn’t even realize until I had said that that I was admitting to letting them do it. The man slammed the ball of his hand against the hub cap to finish his job. I said that I had to be going, but he wanted to continue talking now that he had free hands.

“So, what’s your hurry? I thought you wanted to party tonight?”

I replied, “Well I did, but like I said, it wasn’t in the cards.”

He stated, “Maybe you just needed to find an older guy like myself to have some fun. I was just headed for that party myself. Why don’t you come back and have a beer with me?”

“Why would I want to do that?” I smiled coyly at him, and then started wondering if the prey I had been looking for all this time was already on the outside of the herd.

He put his hand on the side of the exposed area of my midriff and leaned close to my ear, “Because I know how to treat a pretty girl like you.” Without moving from my ear, I felt his hand run under my top and grabbed at my left boob. He grabbed it hard enough to remind me of the men in the park, and worked my nipple between his thumb and fore finger. Then he kissed my check as he stood back from me and eye-balled me.

I skewed my face a little and told him I could use another beer.

We walked back to the party and talked for around an hour. All the time he was trying to cop a feel here and there, which I would quickly rebuff. I understood he liked the teasing game as much as I did. But I still couldn’t figure a way to stay safe, while still letting him know how much I wanted him to carry me off and ravage my body. But wouldn’t you know that that was about the same time as I saw him putting something into my drink.

I got all indignant, pushed back from him, and stared into his eyes. It was obvious to him that I had just seen what he was doing. I asked him what it was and what he expected to do with me afterwards.

He said, “Hey, I just thought you could use a little loosening up. I wasn’t going to hurt you or do anything.”

I had him! My prey went for the meat I had dangled in front of him. Just to let him know who was fucking whom, I picked up the cup of beer, looked it over carefully, and took a small swig. “There’s no way I’m drinking that whole thing you know?”

That did it, he was in cardiac arrest. At the same time that he knew he was going to get to fuck my brains out, he was worried about me devouring him. When he mentioned that he loved a real party girl, I bluntly told him I wasn’t into gang bangs. And then I laid it straight out for him. I told him that I only called the cops on one guy before, because he had sprained my wrist. If he hadn’t have done that, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself in front of the cops.

Then I asked, “You wouldn’t want me or my girlfriend to call the cops on you, would you?”

He looked around trying to figure out where my girlfriend was, but ’she’ was simply a safety ploy on my part.

“So, what are your plans for me?” I stared into his eyes and wondered how much of this drink I would need to place myself into the arena I would like to be in, and how much would make me pass out.

He grinned from ear-to-ear, “I’m sure I could find us a room upstairs.”

“I said, I don’t like gang bangs, and that would almost guarantee it.” I pushed my drink towards him and said that I wouldn’t be needing the rest of it. I could see he was trying to find a way to change my mind quickly and get me to finish the drink.

The man told me, “I have a friend just outside of town that’s away for the weekend. We could go there and use his place.”

“We,” I said, “I’m not going anywhere with you. You really think I would drink this beer and go anywhere alone with you? This drink would have to have some pretty potent stuff in it.” I took another small taste of my beer to demonstrate my hypocrisy to the situation. “Besides, how much fun could a girl be if she were passed out? Don’t you like a little fight in your victims?”

“I love a little fight.”

I could see in his eyes that he was catching onto my game. He started to drop hints about what he thought might be acceptable to me and what I would get mad at. I had him hooked so badly that I knew I could walk out of the place now and he’d follow me to attack me at the first opportunity. I was having so much fun teasing him.

He said to me, “Hey girl, I don’t want to piss you off so much that you call the cops on me. That’s why it’s always nice for someone like me to have a witness around. What would piss you off?”

I thought for a moment and said, “Pussies piss me off, broken bones piss me off, but… other than that, I can be a very reluctant victim.”

“But you said gang bangs pissed you off, too. I’m getting mixed messages here.”

I put on a devilish smile and told him, “I didn’t say I got pissed at gang bangs, I’m just not into them. Why, are you planning on raping me? That could really bruise a girl up you know.”

“And that would get you pissed…?”

I shook my head and said, “Maybe you are a pussy. I think I’m going to find myself a real man. Bye bye!” I took another hit off my beer and guessed that I’d drank just around half of it. And then I headed for the door.

I realized that whatever I had just downed in my beer was having an effect on me. My steps weren’t as sure as they should be. I did notice that my fish was tagging along behind me. He was on his cell phone as he followed me at a distance. When I got to the end of the driveway, I went into my act. I had decided I was going to let this guy have at me, so I had to reel him in. I suddenly squatted against the brick wall at the end of the walk as soon as I was away from the sight of the party house. I made my legs look rubbery and unable to hold me up. Sure enough, my attacker came to my rescue.

He slid his hand under one of my arms and helped me to my feet again. When I was standing, his hand ‘slid’ over my right tit and copped a quick feel. I looked down almost like I was drunk to see his hand work my boob a little. I grabbed at it, pulled it away from me and called him a pervert. He told me I was too wasted to drive and offered me a ride home.

“You just want sex, you pig. I just need to find a place to sit down.”

He told me he could help with that and started walking me down the sidewalk towards his car. I had about a minute to decide if I was safe enough with this guy, and after a million thoughts running through my mind, it was finally the heat between my legs that said it would be okay. Being held up and walked to where he wanted me was a big help in the deciding factor. I would hesitate a little and he would quickly redirect me to continue towards his car. The door was opened for me, and I felt myself being gently forced into a sitting position in the front seat. He buckled me in and took a quick rub over my bare tummy while he stared into my eyes for any sign of actual resistance.

When he got in, I asked him his name and he told me I could call him Dog. I laughed a little and asked him if he thought I was a bitch in heat.

Dog looked at me as he started his car and said, “That’s pretty obvious, and maybe a bit of a cunt too.”

“A cunt?” I asked. “You fucker, I’m no cunt. I’m a sweet young thang…”

We started to drive out of the middle of town and hit the country area fast. I worked my end all the way by asking, then telling him to bring me back to my car. I was called that thing every girl hates, a cock tease, and got furious with him.

“Dog, huh? I bet you look like a lap dog down there. You got a knot?”

Dog understood I was goating him and fought back a little by telling me that old line, “I’ve got enough to choke you”.

We pulled up to a house out of sight from any other homes in the area. There weren’t any lights on and no sign of anyone being home. The only light was from the moon and luckily it was almost a full moon. Dog came around to my side of the car and opened the door; and the fight was on. I demanded to be brought back to my car, but instead he reached his hand right between my legs and under my ass. I started to try pulling his hand out, but he pulled me off the seat, out of the car, and hoisted me over his shoulder. I started kicking at him a little and demanded to be put down. Instead, I was carried to the back of the house and laid down on the back porch.

He held me down by sitting on my abdomen and holding my hands over my head. For a girl, this is the greatest position of domination to be in, without the use of ropes. Even as a little girl playing with my dad, I used to get so turned on by the feeling of being held down like that. The only other position that came close was when my dad would make me immobile by lifting my legs over my head and holding them to the floor. What he did was so innocent, but it drives a girl wild to know her crotch is right there, perfectly placed for a hand to grope at.

Dog leaned over me and kissed me hard. I refused to open my mouth and wiggled under him as much as I could. He had at least eighty pounds on me, so I was easily his for the taking. I screamed for him to let me go, and he slapped me across my face. He tensed up wondering if he had gone overboard, so I shut up. After we stared at each other for a moment, I called him a bastard and told him one last time that he better not hurt me. And then I goaded him into continuing by saying, “You pussy, can’t even take a girl my size, can you?”

He grabbed my jaw roughly and said he would do anything he pleased with me. I gave him his last green light by smiling at his new determination. I saw him looking around on the porch, and then he leaned way over my head and had his crotch against my face. I muffled out a protest, but he wasn’t trying to do anything to me. He had been reaching for something behind me. He sat back on top of me as he fumbled with whatever it was he had grabbed. Then he started to fish something under my neck. It wasn’t until he tried to fasten it about my neck that I realized it was a dog collar, and as I twisted my head back, I could see it was attached to a cable lead. I fought him rather hard to keep it from being fastened, but he overpowered me. When it was secured, I got the wildest feeling; I was leashed like a dog. And god, it felt so strangely provocative. He had found an oddly erotic way to make me feel like a real piece of meat. And then he did something to the latch. I found out in short order that he had bent the hook back in his powerful fingers so I wouldn’t be able to unfasten the collar.

I struggled to get the collar off me and wondered why he wasn’t trying to stop me. He didn’t because he knew I wasn’t strong enough to bend the hook back and I was keeping my hands busy as he worked to strip me. When he started to unbutton my halter top, I felt a wave of heat come over me. The drug he had fed me was kicking in pretty good. I felt my top pulled aside from my tits and he went nuts rubbing them roughly. He tormented my nipples until they got really hard for him. And then he started on my shorts.

I twisted around as he was trying to unsnap them properly, but I irritated him and he finally yanked them off my legs. I tried to close my legs enough to keep him from getting them off, but it wasn’t hard for him. He even pushed off my shoes, and when he looked up, my crotch was in his face. I felt him prying my legs apart so he could get a good look at me, and he started telling me how I was going to be a great fuck. I thrashed around and felt the collar tightening up on the leash.

Dog worked his way back up my body and when he was just inches from my face he asked me directly, “You going to call the cops on me?”

I found it hard to focus on him, but I said, “Are you gonna be a pussy? I told you the rules.”

He decided to test them and squeezed my left tit really hard trying to make me cry out in pain. I gritted my teeth and when he let go I said, “Is that supposed to impress me?”

I could see he was thinking about his next step, and he began looking around. I didn’t know what he was thinking about, but suddenly he got off me and ran back to the front of the house. I sat up and wondered if he had pussied out on me. I fumbled with the collar but couldn’t figure out what was keeping it from coming off. I felt my tits shaking in the open air of the night and the moistness in my crotch felt rather cool on my lips as I struggled to remove the collar. Just then Dog came back for me. He had retrieved a roll of duct tape. I backed away from him and into the corner of the porch; all the time struggling to get the collar off me. He wrestled me back to the floor and I found my arms being twisted behind me. Then he taped my hands together, very well. My ass was totally exposed and he took the opportunity to slap the hell out of it. I tried to cover my cheeks, but he just hit wherever my hands weren’t at.

I swore at him and made such a fuss, that he chose to tape my mouth closed next. I was at the point once again where I was captured so very nicely, but genuinely scared to death. I was quivering as he rolled the tape around my ankles several times. That occurred to me to be a strange thing to do. Most guys were always trying to get a girls legs spread apart, not taped together. When I was fully incapacitated he stood in front of me and started taking off his pants. He proclaimed how much fun he was going to have with me, but he wanted one more display from me that he hadn’t gone too far first. He asked me when I had to be back at my car. He asked, “An hour?”

I said nothing, so he asked, “Two hours?”

I knew what he was doing now. He was asking for my input as to how long I would allow him to use me; so I shrugged my shoulders. When he asked “three” I decided to slowly nod my head. He was smiling greatly as he got on top of me. He said, “I promise you’ll be back to your car within three hours then. Does that make you happy?” I nodded again. Now I was wishing I nodded at the hour figure.

I felt crushed under him and I had to twist my arms out from under me to one side. Then I felt him position the tip of his cock against the V in my legs. I didn’t get to see his cock as he undressed because the moon was behind him, but I could feel he was extremely hard for me. And then he started to push against me. I held my legs tight together, and I knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere that way. I figured he wanted to dry hump me like little kids often do, but he was much more insistent.

After a while of struggling to keep him out of me, I realized this wasn’t his first time doing it this way. And then I felt his cock parting my lips. He was getting through my tightness and even found his way between my lips. I started crying a little descent, but he was fixed on getting into me. Just when I realized he was indeed going to succeed at getting me penetrated, he grunted and shoved his cock right into me several inches. I didn’t even know this was possible, but he was forcing it in. For the first time I realized that a girl couldn’t actually keep a guy out of her no matter how tightly she closed her legs. It hurt getting it this way, but it was so intriguing that he had succeeded, that I held still waiting for his next move. I cried out in pain at his forced entry, but luckily I was already wet enough that though it was very tight, it slipped in rather easily.

There was so much friction in my cunt when he started to fuck away at me, that I had the quickest orgasm of my life. His cock had to pry every inch of the way in and out of me that it felt like a new hole was being made on every thrust. When I orgasmed, I barely moved my body at all; I just squeezed my pussy muscles as hard as I could and felt the hardest thing I ever had in me do whatever it wanted. It was a good thing his cock wasn’t very thick, or I could have been torn apart.

Seeing me getting off spurred him into cumming and I felt his warm sperm shooting into me. I instantly began praying that this wasn’t it for him. He stayed inside of me until he was so limp I could barely tell he was still there. After a couple of minutes of exhaustive breathing, he situated himself into a sitting position next to me. He stared at me as I tried to look frightened of him. That wasn’t all that hard because I was wondering what might be next.

I felt so complimented when he said, “You’re one sweet fuck, little lady. But I can see you aren’t really satisfied yet, are you?”

He grabbed me by my jaw and I could see he wanted an answer, so finally I shook my head slowly for him. Dog was thinking about his next move and I was thinking about the collar around my neck. Being tethered like this and getting fucked while my legs were so tightly closed had been a major turn on for me, but it still left me very unfulfilled.

Dog grabbed my far hip and rolled me toward him, exposing my ass. Again I felt his hand slap my ass really hard, but this time just once. He went to retrieve his phone and came back to sit next to me. He called someone and while he waited for them to pick up, he just smiled a wicked grin at me. The first part of his conversation made it clear that he was talking to the same person he had been talking to as he left the party.

“So, you want to get your freak on? I got her doped up, hog-tied, and ready to pull a train. You want in?”

I freaked over the things he was saying. I had no idea who he was calling, what the guy looked like, or what he had planned for me. When he got off the phone, it was evident that his friend was coming by to get a piece of me, and that I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Dog got right in my face and could see the fear in my eyes. We stared at each other for the longest time trying to figure out what the other was up to. Finally he asked, “I haven’t hurt you have I?” I slowly shook by head to indicate ‘no’. Then he asked, “So, you aren’t going to call the cops on me, are you?” Again, I shook my head. “And as long as I keep my friends in line, you won’t call them on my friends either, will you?”

I had no idea how many friends he had invited to partake of me, but his statement about keeping his friends in line made me feel safe enough to shake my head one more time. He stood up and took stock of his captive. I must have been quite a sight; naked, tethered like a dog by the collar around my neck, and taped into an immobile display.

Dog went back to the front of the house, and I started to struggle against my bonds, but they weren’t budging. When he came back, he had a six pack of beer and a cigarette. He sat next to me and opened a beer and lit his cig. He asked me how the drugs and beer were working on me, but all I could do was shrug my shoulders. He told me he loved my little game and that he would make sure I wasn’t hurt, but that the guys might get a little rough with my titties. That made me feel much better as I waited for my next attackers to arrive.

When we heard a car arriving, he quickly told me it was up to me as to whether I wanted to fake being passed out, drugged up, or whatever. It was clear he knew my game very well and was working it to the max. I tried to smile behind the duct tape on my mouth, but my eyes were enough to tell him how extremely aroused I had become.

His hand went to my crotch and he forced a couple of fingers into the crack to slide through my lips. The tightness made me twist around trying to make them feel less intrusive. As the shadows indicated that his friends were coming around the corner, I squinted my eyes shut enough to feign being too out of it to participate in my own assault. The first guy was pretty well built, and I recognized him as one of the guys from the pool room I had let feel me up. The second guy was slightly smaller and didn’t look familiar. The third person was the truly embarrassing one. It was a girl sporting a huge grin on her face. I instantly felt so humiliated at being exposed like this in front of another girl. And it got worse when she ran up to me and began teasing me over my predicament. She tugged on my collar and congratulated Dog on a job well done.

“You really tied up the little bitch, didn’t you? This is going to be so much fun.” And as she groped my boobs and tweaked my nipples in her fingers for the boys to watch, she proclaimed, “Let’s teach this little bitch what it’s like to pull a train.”

I feared that being a girl, she would know just how to turn this event into pure torture for me. I opened my eyes wide and begged her with them not to instigate too much. She leaned over my chest and I felt her biting at my nipple rather hard. She squeezed the fat of my small boobs in her hands as she bit both of my nipples repeatedly. It felt inspiring in one way, but so humiliating at a girl treating me like this. I never had done anything with a girl before, so it was very embarrassing to have an audience watching as she groped freely at me. Then she ran a hand down between my legs and fingered me as well as she could. She wanted to know how the guys were supposed to be able to fuck me with my legs taped closed.

Dog looked at me and said, “its fun that way, isn’t it you little cunt?”

I could see he was forcing an answer from me, so I nodded my head towards the girl with a frightened look on my face.

The girl had fingered me deeply enough that she brought her hand away with a messy glistening on it. “Doggggg… you left her all messy.” With that she wiped her hand off on my face and right under my nose. I couldn’t smell anything but the mixture of our sex juices now. I had never realized it before, but that smell was quite inspiring after the initial muskiness of it. She then turned to Dog and asked if he was sure that the drug he had given me would really dissolve my memory.

Dog pointed out to her that she had been given the same drug before and she still didn’t remember anything. That put an evil smile on her face and now I knew why she was there. I was payback for when she had gone through it as well. I imagined it probably had something to do with the frat house and some initiation.

I feared that they might not be as trustworthy as Dog, so I let the beer and the drug I had been given take control of me. I allowed my eyes to roll and fall half closed randomly to inspire their belief that I was effectively under the control of the drug.

The first guy came over to me and repositioned my body some to get a good look at me. The girl kept demeaning the small size of my boobs to them, my lack of ass (compared to hers anyways), and that I had acted like such a slut back at the house. All I could do was grunt and groan as hands were feeling me all over; pinching, prodding and probing, and fingers continually being forced in between my legs. When I reacted by releasing my own grip on my legs and they fell apart as one of the guys fingered me, the girl thought I was having too much fun. So, she took the tape and taped my knees together real tight. The boys complained that now it was going to be impossible to fuck me, but Dog told them it would just make it all the more challenging for them.

The other guy said he would take a ‘stab’ at me and had already stripped off his pants. I couldn’t see how big of a prick he had, but when he got down on top of me, I could feel he was barely hard and surmised that he didn’t stand a chance. The girl saw his fruitless efforts and started to plot his aid. I saw her go to the rear of the porch and jerked an old couch towards the moonlit area. She ordered the guy to get off me and then looped her fingers through my dog collar. The bitch dragged me by my collar over to the couch and one of the guys helped her lay me over the back of it. My ass was wholly exposed to them now, and I started to worry about which hole they would decide to use. No one had ever hit at my ass before and I had always worried, like most girls, that it was an evil thing to have had the two openings placed so closely together. God had to be a man.

One of the guys got behind me and started probing my exposure with the tip of his cock. I wiggled away when he hit my ass instead of my cunt. Luckily for me, he was searching for my cunt as well, and he found it’s opening on the second try. My position wasn’t so bad until the bitch started tugging on my collar until she had my head lifted into the air. She was choking me with it and laughing at my distress. How could a girl enjoy watching another girl getting raped? Worse yet, how could she participate in it? Those very thoughts reminded me of why I was in this situation in the first place. If it hadn’t of been for my watching the girl at the skating rink, I wouldn’t have such a desire of my own to get raped.

She finally dropped my head, walked around in front of me, and then lifted it again. The girl watched my tormented look as she hiked up her skirt and rubbed her crotch all over my face. She dropped my head again and I felt her ripping the tape from around my head. I knew why she was doing it and wanted to scream, but the guy was reaming my cunt so hard that I was just trying to keep from getting poked too deeply. I saw the girl pushing her panties off over her legs and knew I was in for something very new and all so humiliating. And she was going to make me do this in front of three men.

My head was hoisted off the couch cushions yet again and I was looking right at her pussy. She had it shaved into a neat row of hair to accommodate a bikini bottom, and I could smell her unmistakable odor. She pulled my head forward by my collar and rubbed her cunt all over my face. I started pleading for her to stop and to help me, but she continued to muffle my cries with her own sex. She soon had me positioned so that as I was humped forward by the guys’ thrusts that I would get my nose shoved right into her wet lips.

I was getting rammed so hard that my ass was being lifted right off the back of the couch. My neck was hurting so much that I was screaming for relief. And then I felt the telltale signs of the guy fucking me; he was getting off. He gave me several quick and hard thrusts as he groaned his appreciation of having the use of my pussy. Both the girl and the guy released me and I waited for the next guy to take his position. But instead, the girl told him to wait a minute. She grabbed me under my shoulders and twisted me hard until I flipped over on my back. I was now arched over the back of the couch face up, with my legs bobbing in mid air. She held my head up and told the guy to get started to see if he had better luck at fucking me from the front.

The guy straddled my legs and I saw in the moonlight that he had a rather hard prick that he was bending down to aim at me. At first he didn’t have any luck and it kept sliding up along my clit and missing its mark. I didn’t mind that too much because every slip meant he rubbed his cock roughly against my clit and was making me so fucking horny. The girl was insisting he get it right and shouted instructions to him to help him out. She finally reached over me, positioned his prick just right and told him to push. That worked and I felt him getting into me a little bit at a time.

The girl was so pleased with him and said, “Now, this end is mine to use.” With that she lifted one of her legs and just about sat on my head. She held my head up as she rubbed her lips back and forth over my mouth. I was ordered to lick her cunt, but when I refused, she grabbed my right boob and squeezed it hard in her hand until I started licking away at her. I had never done this before, so I just did what boys had done to me in the past. I was grossed out when she told me to fuck her with my tongue, but she slammed her legs against my head to hold it in place and grabbed onto both of my tits to force me to comply.

The guy straddling my legs had settled into a steady rhythm of forcing himself into me, and my back was hurting from the couch. He was gripping my ass cheeks so hard to keep me from slipping away from his cock that it felt like he was splitting me in two. The girl was rubbing herself frantically against my face and it finally started to happen to me. I was feeling the beginnings of a great climax coming on. I moaned uncontrollably and twisted into the both of them. My efforts weren’t lost on the girl and she pointed out to all the men that I was trying to get myself off. They laughed at me as I struggled to make all the points of friction work harder. Both the guy and the girl held still, which forced me to gyrate and bounce against them. I was deliriously struggling to get myself off and hated them all for stopping their own motions.

I went overboard on the girl and must have started biting her. She started slapping my tits really hard and yelling something, but I didn’t know what it was and just went berserk on fucking my own cunt with the prick that was in it.

The guys were laughing at both us girls and I finally realized I was chewing on the girl’s cunt lips way too hard. Just as I was releasing my hold on her, she grabbed both of my boobs and squeezed the hell out of them. And then I started arching my back as hard as my position would allow, and she told the guys I was cumming. My legs and hips quivered in quick spasms for several seconds until I twitched into a quenched state.

Everyone was making fun of me as I collapsed from my orgasm. I had to have been quite a sight to them at that moment. My collar made me feel like a bitch that had just been bred, but the heat wasn’t gone from my pussy. Unlike the last time, there were several differences. None of these guys had really good sized cocks, and all seemed to have little drive to rape the shit out of me. As nasty as it was to have my head stuck in a girl’s crotch, that and the collar were about the only truly wild crap going on. If I could blend these two events together, I would be one very happy little bitch.

All three guys had now had a turn at me, so I figured I was done. But the original guy, Dog, had time to get a second wind. I guess he liked the looks of me trussed up and lying over the back of the couch like I was. My back was aching and I just wanted to be let up, but Dog took his position straddling my legs. I was amazed at how easily he pushed himself into me this time. I didn’t feel the normal wetness in my crotch like after a normal fuck. But still, the sensations of getting my cunt fucked with my legs taped closed was out of this world.

The girl stated that since I had gotten off, that it was her turn. She turned around and backed over my head as it lay on the cushions of the couch. Her pussy was right over my mouth now and I was crying for her not to sit down on me. But it seems like the girl loved getting eaten out. She quickly smothered my mouth as she squatted over me and I was forced to eat away at her. I was given instructions on how to properly lick and chew on her for her maximum pleasure. I tried to please her just to get her off my face, but the more excited I got her, the harder she was rubbing herself back and forth over my mouth. I wondered if all girls got as wet as she was when they got their pussies taken care of like this. I never felt as wet as the soaking I was getting from her.

Dog had been fucking me slowly, enjoying his control over me. As moist as I felt, it was still driving me crazy feeling him slide in and out of me with my legs unable to spread even the slightest. I had never even dreamed of the feeling of getting fucked with my legs closed, but this was the fourth round and I knew I would be doing it in the future again.

The girl sitting on my face was getting very aggressive and loud. That spurred Dog into fucking me harder and faster. I found myself struggling to do my part to get them both off, but I doubted if my miniscule efforts were doing much at all. I just tried to hang on and hoped they would finish quickly because I was running out of air. The girl made it worse when she would rub harder against my lips. I noticed her excitement elevated greatly when my nose hit her clit, so I struggled to hit her there as much as possible. She was definitely the kind of girl that liked getting attention paid to her clit and thankfully it was speeding her up.

Even though she had my head crushed into the cushion, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her pussy even harder as she had her orgasm. She suddenly got even wetter than she had been and I was disgusted when I thought about what I was drowning in. Dog was fascinated by this sight and banged away at me like crazy. I heard him groaning and calling me a fucking cunt as he was obviously about to cum. The girl was dragging herself off my head and as I caught my first fresh air, the debasing words flew from Dog as he shuddered his cum into me.

I suddenly became aware of the other two guys cheering them on. When Dog and the girl were away from me, I managed to roll back over onto my stomach which made my back feel much better. I laid there listening to them talking about me and wondered why I wasn’t getting that strange sensation of cum drooling from my cunt and down my legs. I guessed that I must be really closed up down there and it was simply impossible for it to come out. That’s when it occurred to me that I would have four loads of cum from them in me and there was going to be a small flood when my legs got released.

Since everything was over with, the drugs and alcohol were hitting me again and I felt sleepy. At some point I became aware that the others had left and Dog was cutting the lead from the collar around my neck. When it snapped free, I was waiting for him to get the collar of me as well, but he left it there. When I asked him to remove it, he told me he was going to let me keep it on as a reminder of our night together. He leaned over me, gave me a kiss on my cheek and asked if I had a good time. Despite the nagging scent of pussy smell all over my face, I murmured a soft ‘yes’ to him.

He balanced me on my feet and began cutting the tape off my wrists. I could barely stay upright because of the tape on my ankles. That was his next target, and I got a better footing as soon as they were released. It was when he cut the tape from around my bound knees that was the weirdest sensation. It almost hurt to open my legs to their natural stance, and as soon as I did, all the men’s cum starting running from my hole. It ran down my legs and he saw me looking at the sight and laughed. He pushed me up against the side of the house, kissed me hard, and took what I expected was a last feel of me. When he groped at my crotch, I heard a disgusted sound come from him.

“It’s your stuff, what’s your problem?” Those were the first normally spoken words I had said in hours.

Dog asked me again if I had fun and I nodded, but couldn’t bring myself to admit it verbally. He threw my clothes to me, but kept my panties as ‘his trophy’. I looked around for something to clean the mess off my crotch and legs, but he told me to leave it there and to finish dressing. I squeezed back into my shorts and felt so gross, but uniquely different. I begged him to take the collar off me again, but he just refused. He was nice enough to drive me back to my car, and we even kissed a little before we parted. He extended a standing offer to ‘do me’ again if I wanted and told me how I could get in touch with him. It seems that having found a girl that likes to get ‘raped’ was a major turn on for him, but even as I drove home, I knew I didn’t want to go with him again. It was good and different, just not nearly as exciting as the last time.

Thankfully my parents were already in bed when I got home. I snuck downstairs to the basement and looked through my dad’s tools for something to get my collar off. I found a pair of pliers and headed for a mirror. But when I saw myself in that dog collar, I knew I had to frig myself before taking it off. I went to the old toy closet, shut myself in, and started the whole process. It was seconds before my shorts were around my ankles and my top opened wide. I leaned against the wall in the absolute darkness and frigged myself through all the slime and mess the guys had left for me. For some reason I seemed to spend more time fantasizing about the time I was molested in this very closet as a young girl, than the night I just had. I didn’t get off until I tugged and felt the collar I had on with one hand as the other drove me to a smashing orgasm.

When I went back to the mirror, I saw the fingerprint bruises starting to appear on my boobs and smiled. It wasn’t like the last time, but I’d had a pretty good time getting ‘raped’ anyway. It took awhile, but when I finally got the dog collar off, I hung it off the mirror in my bedroom. I would often remember that as one of the most special parts of the night in the way that it set the stage for how I was to be treated.

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