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Kattie's New Life Begins Chapter 3 [Continued from "Kattie's Abduction Fantasy", a must read before this one.] Sleep now and cocoon your mind in those dark corridors of the brain where thought is formed. Your lone respite from the callousness of the world. Here they can take nothing from you and nowhere else is this true. Pained sleeper. In time the engine of your ruin will run itself to the uttermost terminus of infamy. Here as they were in Babylon. In the broken towers of Gomorrah. The bright light coming in from the window illuminated the insides of her eyelids. Kattie blinked in delirium, looking around with a blurred gaze. She was in her apartment, laying on the couch. She appeared to be alone. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. A throbbing headache pulsed like the blows of small hammers behind her eyeballs. She felt like someone had sawed open the top of her head and filled it with sand. She looked down at herself. She was completely naked, save for the high heeled ankle-high black boots she'd been wearing the night before. For a moment she sat completely baffled at her situation, but when her brain finally sorted through the variety of aches and pains present throughout her body and focused on those emanating from her vagina, rectum, and throat, her memory of the previous night came flooding back in a quick, sickening wave. Suddenly fighting the urge to vomit, she stood up and rushed to the toilet, scrambling awkwardly on the high heels of her boots, then dropped to her knees and unleashed a violent torrent of puke into the water, the foul acidic bile burning her nostrils as it came up. She wretched two, three times, each time letting a diminishing volume of her stomach's contents splash down. She flushed and rested her head on the seat of the toilet, too weak to get up. Her eyes watered. Reluctantly, afraid of what she might find, she reached her fingers down to touch the angrily pulsing rim of her vagina. It burned to the touch, sending a jolt of stinging pain up through her nether regions. She snapped her hand away. She knew her asshole would be no better. Six guys had fucked her last night. Six guys she didn't know the names of, or even remember the faces of really. Was it only six? She wasn't even sure. Guys who had seen her at the bar and known who she really was...and everything that identity entailed. Her face suddenly became hot and she felt panic rising up in her, and she leaned back over the toilet and vomited heartily again. Whether from last night's alcohol or from sheer anxiety this time, she didn't know. She spat into the toilet, flushed again and leaned back heavily against the wall. She felt like she wanted to sob, but she couldn't. She just sat there, feeling empty. She pulled off the ridiculous solitary boots and then looked down at her naked body. She had a few mysterious red splotches and other subtle discolorations here and there on her skin. She didn't even remember everything that had happened clearly, but she knew they had been rough with her. So rough. Patches of dried semen coated her body, too, in various places, most of it on her labia and around her groin and asscheeks, but plenty over her chest and face. She gingerly placed another finger in the entrance of her vagina, then slowly pushed it all the way in. She withdrew it and rubbed her thumb against it, feeling the clearish, oily substance her vagina had been incubating for the last several hours. So they'd cum in her. And not used condoms. Of course they hadn't. She was Kattie Duval after all, everyone's personal nasty , as far as they were concerned. Her body was shaking slightly. Just when she'd thought she might be clean, six new strange dicks plundered her vulnerable pussy. Now she would have to go all through the terror again of possibly giving Kevin a disease. Kevin. Panic surged through her again. God, what if he found out? She couldn't lose him, couldn't have him find out about this. She prayed that this was just an isolated incident, that it wouldn't recur or spiral into something worse. It had to be isolated, right? She'd gone so long with nothing. She'd thought she'd escaped it. She sighed and braved another peek down between her legs. There was a tiny microfissure on her perineum, a hair-thin line of blood. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. What a wreck. Her hair was a wild, tangled mane, matted in places with what must be cum. Her makeup smeared and garbled all across her face, her mascara splayed up and down from her eyes in long, translucent black streaks, or tear tracks. She bent over slightly, pulling her buttcheeks apart toward the mirror. She looked back over her shoulder. Her rectum looked red and somewhat beat up, too. She'd have to avoid having sex with Kevin for a few days. He couldn't know. She showered, reliving the now familiar experience of trying to wash away a filth that just could not be gotten down to. When she got out she saw that there was a notification on her phone where it sat on her coffee table. Her heart dropped. She slowly picked it up and turned the screen on. Someone had sent her a picture of herself, with blonde hair, obviously taken last night. She was on her knees on the ground looking up at the camera, her uncertain eyes red with bloodshot. Her mouth was open and filled with cum. He'd sent others, too. All from the same number. Pictures from last night, one of her on her knees, her face surrounded by a circle or dicks, various pictures of her with dicks in her pussy or ass, some with her looking at the camera while a cock was shoved deep in her throat, one with her being double penetrated. "Your secret's still safe with me, babe," the accompanying text read. "Just keep up your end of the deal and your boyfriend never finds out." She shut off her phone and threw it down on the couch, then she sank down next to it and began to cry in frustration. She spent much of the day in various degrees of anxiety around her apartment. She was supposed to work a shift at the store that evening, but she knew she couldn't. She still had the effects of a hangover, and didn't want to leave the safety of her own place anyway. She called in, saying she was running a fever. She slept for a while, just wanting to turn her mind off for a while. She woke to the warmer tones of evening light hitting her wall. She braved a look at her phone again. Kevin had texted her that morning, apologizing for having to run off last night, and wishing her a nice day. She texted him back, hoping he wasn't too worried by her delayed response. She could not have him getting suspicious. Taking a deep breath, she navigated back to the other messages. She had to delete them. But when she was greeted with that picture of her upturned face, eyeliner smeared, covered in sweat and harboring the cum of strangers in her open mouth, she felt that terrible thrill again. The one she'd worked so well to suppress for the last several months. The slut rising up again. She slipped a hand down the front of her panties, tracing it along the length of her vulva. It still stung, but the desire to touch herself overrode the pain. It might have even enhanced it somewhat, knowing that this pain was the consequences of her depravity. She collected some of her wetness and brought it up to tease her clit, running the slippery tip of her finger over the slightly hardening little bud. She began rubbing herself hard, looking at the shameful pictures of herself. A well-fucked , covered in the crud of her suitors. Yes, she was a wanton slut. They'd been right to put her in her place. Look at those anonymous cocks in her holes. She could still feel the aches deep within her where they'd fucked her. They'd seen her, taken her to their home, crammed their dicks into every wet entry point of her body, and fucked her until she could barely walk. Just the way everyone should. The world's rent-a-. She had a sudden urge to go spread her legs wide in front of the window facing the street, but resisted (or should i?). She rubbed herself furiously, rubbed until the pleasure overrode the pain of her raw, abused genitals. She loved feeling the havoc they'd wreaked on her body.  She had an explosive squirting orgasm, coating the couch and part of the coffee table in front of it. She lay back, her chest heaving with her breath. The moment passed. What was wrong with her? She was disgusted with herself. She quickly erased the pictures and the entire conversation, unable to believe she'd been excited by this horrifying objectification of herself only moments before. She cleaned up after herself, drying up her squirt then getting a wet washcloth and scrubbing away the dried film of pussy juice and semen that had leaked out of her onto the couch the night before. She took another shower. She had to be sure nothing was detectable by the time Kevin came over tonight. She sat in the shower, her mind racing with thoughts of worry, shame, and guilt. He couldn't know anything. * Kevin had had a front row seat to all the debauchery of the previous evening, and it had been the most intense sexual gratification of his life. The guys had been pretty decent cameramen. He'd of course seen plenty of footage of his girlfriend taking a room full of dick, but this was different. That had all been in the past, removed. She hadn't known him at the time, she had looked a little different. This was so much better, knowing he'd just been with her, seen her wearing that same outfit that had been torn from her body. Knowing she had put it on that night having no idea what would happen to it, and her. They'd taken her back to the main guy's apartment, and Kevin had been surprised to find that the guy happened to live in the same building as Kattie. It was on another floor and on the opposite side, but still. He could tell that Kattie was afraid they were somehow taking her back to her own apartment when they first went up to the building. But they hadn't. The six guys had taken her to the one guys place. It must have been about 2 am by the time they got there. Kattie wouldn't make it back out until about five hours later, when they had sent her running back to her own apartment through the building, with just her heeled boots and her purse for adornment, hoping against hope not to run into any other early morning tenants on her way there. They'd wasted little time getting her undressed once they were all in the apartment. Her skirt had been lifted in one pull up and over her head, and her bra had quickly followed. It left her standing there in just her black boots, her panties having been relegated to her purse earlier in the evening. One of the dudes yucked it up in front of the camera and went to the window and threw her clothes out onto the street three stories below. The guys stayed dressed for a while while Kattie wandered around naked, looking scared and awkward. Finally she just sat on the couch while the guys kept preparing more drinks, a few of which they forced on her. Kevin knew she was already three fourths of the way to hammered, even if this scare had woken her up a bit. She would be completely out of it if she kept drinking these. Still, after only a moment's hesitation she threw her head back and drank, first one, then two, three more as they came. She must be drinking to forget, knowing what was coming. They had her sit with her legs wide open and they all took turns just casually reaching over and toying with her pussy as they drank, laughing and cutting up the whole time. The guy filming assured her he wasn't going to do anything with the footage, it was just for his personal use. By this time Kattie was too drunk to even question it or really notice, though. "So, just exactly how many guys have you fucked?" the ringleader asked while he knelt before her and slowly squeezed three of his fingers in and out of her already wet cunt, as if he were scientifically surveying the structure of such a promiscuous girl's sex canal. "Two hundred and eighty four," Kattie said, almost immediately, a completely deadpan look on her face, as if expecting him to mock her. It had come to mind so quickly, the number obviously always circling in her head. 284. So that's her real number. "You're such a generous girl to give yourself away to so many guys like that," the guy said. "Wow. Well you're going to be up to 290 after tonight, are you excited about that?" His pants were suddenly coming down. He pulled her ass toward the edge of the couch and leaning over her, stuck his bare dick right into her slick hole. "Here's number 285 for you," he said, his thrusts making loud squishing noises as they bottomed out against her spread crotch. A thick web of pussy mucus already covered her labia, and smacked up against the guy's pubic region and lower belly when he fully inserted himself into her. He held her by her ankles, holding them apart and up above his shoulders. "God you feel fucking good for how much mileage you've got. Does your boyfriend have any idea how many dicks you've let in this little cunt of his?" Kevin could see a flash of panic cross Kattie's eyes as she looked up at her partner. "No," the guy said. "I didn't think so. Don't worry. I'm not going to tell him as long as you can keep a secret, too." They all took their turns with her, first just one after the other, in that same position. They each counted their respective numbers for her as they entered. 286, 287, 288, 289, 290. The number that could never be reversed, only get higher. The number that our society has decided is inversely equal to a woman's worth. God he loved to see it climb higher in real time. He knew that number weighed heavy on her mind too. How many times had she told him he was number two? Kevin could see the hesitancy on her face, the guilt. It was the first time she'd fucked anyone else since being with him. Nearly a year. She'd thought she'd outran this. Thought she could build a normal life with a single guy she could be committed to, but look at her now. He could see it all hitting her, drunk as she was, as she accommodatingly spread her pussy open for the next guy to enter her more easily. She looked as if she were in shock. Once they'd all gotten their dicks wet the first time they began switching it up, fucking her this way and that, hanging off every piece of furniture in the apartment. They'd trade off the camera when they needed to. They took her two, three at a time, each one of them getting their fill of every hole she had, switching recklessly from ass to pussy or ass to mouth, not bothering to clean themselves off at all between holes. They slammed into her mercilessly, and she was already soaking wet enough to take it. Kevin beat off multiple times throughout the whole thing, cumming and then still being ready to get hard again a minute later. He loved seeing these guys take such deep pleasure in her, doing whatever they wanted. This was the kind of sex the vast majority of people would never get to experience in their life. Completely unrestrained. Limitless. And they were getting it from his girl. The internet's pet . They were fucking her as is they were taking out all the frustrations of their lives on her vagina, on her rectum. And she could take it. God she was built to be gangfucked. Her legs splayed open as a guy switched out of her vagina at one point. Her entire crotch was glowing red. A gleaming rivulet of her own juice streamed out, down her asscrack. Yep...all these months spent trying to repress it, but still nothing excited her like being used like she was only a dumpster for cum. What a strange contrast existed between who she wanted to be seen as, and who she was deep within. You didn't get this completely drenched from being forced to give your pussy to six strangers unless it massively excited you. "Don't hold back, guys," the ringleader told his friends, as if they needed encouragement. "You know what she can take." He watched them pillage her for the next few hours, all of them cumming, waiting a bit, then getting straight back into the action. They obviously didn't want to waste this opportunity. They fucked her like viking raiders taking out all of their sexual rage on the only female left in a sacked coastal village, slamming into her until only their pelvic bones stopped them from going further. Her cervix seemed to have trained itself to retreat as far back as possible, but even then the more endowed of them could feel themselves bottom out against it and push the elastic dimpled wall back even further until every millimeter of their cocks was wrapped in the lumen of her vaginal space. Her clouded mind seemed to have retreated to a place of shelter. She fucked them back thoroughly, loosening up and giving into it in self-preservation, the way a drunk person fares better in a car crash than a sober one. Come what may. They fucked her all over the apartment, every way they could. At one point they had her in the bedroom, laying on her back with her head hanging off the mattress, and they all took turns throatfucking her in this optimal position. They could easily angle their cocks down the length of her throat and simply lean down, pressing their whole cock into her just using the weight of their body. She initially reached a hand up to a thigh to try to push the first guy a little further out, but soon realized how hopeless that task would be. "Open your throat," he said to her, already touching the tip of her nose with his balls. She tried to recall the way she had relaxed her throat in the past when people fucked her face, but then remembered that there wasn't really a great way to ease it. You just had to endure it. The next thing she knew the guy had leaned all the way down, sliding his cock back until her lips ringed the very base of his shaft, his pubic hair tickling her tongue, and then he struggled to push just a tiny bit further, the head of his dick somewhere down near her voicebox. Kevin could see her throat distending. She vocalized a strong but muffled, smothered gag, her head involuntarily raising up slightly to escape the massive intrusion, but there was nowhere to go. The guy pulled out a little then slammed back in, over and over, fucking her throat like it was a pussy, just thrusting in as far as he could each time, with complete disregard to how awful it might be for Kattie. He moaned loudly. This was not something you ever got to do to a girl. Kattie flailed, her fingers tightening on his thighs like ten overworked little vices, but still he assaulted her. Her throat was making a cacophony of absurd gurgles and wails, occasionally a sharp, muffled retching noise that sounded like she was going to vomit, but she somehow powered through the reflex. She was turning slightly purple in the face, and drool flung out of the rim of her lips in ropes or often webbed between the corner of her mouth and the guy's balls. Tears were pouring unbidden from her eyes, rolling down in dark tracks of ruined mascara. He was fucking her throat so deep you couldn't even see his shaft. Just a ballsack protruded from her mouth, smashing into her nose with each thrust. Obviously feeling the coming tide, the guy suddenly pulled out just as a surge of spittle and bile rose up out of her throat and rolled down the upper half of her face in a foamed wave. She sputtered through the vile mask as it covered her nose, her eyes, then her hair as it made its way to the floor. She took several huge, gasping breaths, the normal tone of her skin slowly restoring. She coughed and sputtered. Before she had even begun to collect herself, the guy was straight back in, moaning in undignified, high pitched little bursts, unable to help himself. He'd obviously never felt anything like this. He plugged away for several more seconds, moaning and spasming, his thrusts quickening until suddenly with a great cry he grabbed her by the hinges of her jaw and pulled her head all the way into his crotch, holding his dick as deep into her throat as it would reach as he experienced a lengthy, body-wracking orgasm. Kattie's legs were kicking and her entire body rippled and flailed as she instinctively fought to escape the invasion, but the guy was holding her skull with an iron grip and she could not gain a centimeter of relief. Her face was turning purple again, but she would have to endure it until he was done. There was no chance of him pulling out mid-cum. He was moaning like an animal in the rut, jerking his pelvis forward in little micro-thrusts, his length already fully utilized. Spurt after spurt of hot cum splashed somewhere down in there, against the walls of her larynx, so deep that she couldn't even taste it hitting her tongue. He held her in place, as if he were catatonic, until he was completely done. It felt like it lasted an eternity. As the last residual drop oozed out and he finally dislodged his shaft from her aching throat, he gasped "Thank....you....sweetheart." His cock came free on the last word and she hurled another thick wave of saliva mixed with semen over her inverted face. She coughed for nearly two minutes straight as they all stood around in awe watching. One of the guys put a hand up to her exposed pussy as she lay there, legs flung apart carelessly, recovering. He withdrew it and presented his fingers to everyone. "This is the wettest I've ever felt a bitch get." They leered at each other, giddy and perhaps feeling somehow vindicated in the violence of their assault. Every guy proceeded to give her more or less the same treatment, but this time the others would wait their turn by getting between her legs and fucking that constantly sopping wet pussy, ever replenishing itself, while one of their buddies fucked her mouth. Why leave a hole unoccupied? Kevin was almost beside himself with dark lust. He loved seeing her get used like this, knowing she had a lifetime of this kind of treatment to look forward to. Not only will people always feel that they had a right to fuck her, and do so, but they'll expect this level of fucking from her. Not only would she one day have a list of sexual partners a mile long, but it would be a list of people who had fucked the absolute shit out of her, people doing anything they wanted to her. He watched her getting fucked now, barely taking it, forcing herself to get used to it again. She'd been back to being a normal girl for so long now. They fucked her until the wee hours of the morning. Kevin stayed up and watched it all, watched the comments pour in from other viewers online. God they all wanted to do the nastiest things to her. Eventually the guys had all orgasmed enough times that they were more or less unable to continue. Kattie lay in a state of exhausted delirium on the bed, her legs spread wide to ease the stinging in her red, visibly raw pussy. He couldn't tell to what extent she was even awake anymore. "Alright, time to go, babe," the ringleader told her. He shook her. "You were great tonight, but it's time to get the fuck out." She sat up and looked around blearily. She seemed to be looking for her clothes, but then remembered that they'd all been tossed out the window. "...but, how do I..." she began. "That's up to you," he told her, handing her back the boots that had been removed at some point in the night. "You're got your boots to wear at least, and here's your purse." He pulled the panties out of them and stuffed them into his own dresser. "I'll keep these though. Go on. Go home. It's early enough, hopefully you won't run into that many people." They all laughed. Kattie put on the boots and staggered to the door, unsteadily, semen running out of her crotch and down her long, naked legs, or following her in a trail of little splatters on the floor. At least she lived in this building. She attempted to hold her purse in front of herself, but she couldn't decide whether to hold it in front of her tits or her pussy, and neither position was very effective anyway. As she put a hand on the doorknob, the guy stopped her. "Oh, and Kattie, just so you know, your boyfriend won't find out about this if you just do what I say. No one else will know either. None of us will say anything to you or acknowledge anything if we see you around. But you have to be on call to come fuck whenever I say. You figure out how to hide it from your boyfriend, that's not my problem. I put my number in your phone earlier. When I text you and say I need pussy, you aren't allowed to say no." He observed her face, the panic in her eyes. He grinned. "Don't worry. It won't be forever. I'm moving in a couple months. You'll be free after that. But for the next two months, that pussy is mine whenever I want it. You make that happen, and you'll never see or hear from any of us again after that." One of the other guys grabbed her phone and put his number in it as well. All he said was "me too". She nodded, quickly, and he let her out and she scrambled out the door, out of view of the camera. They shut the door behind her and all turned and grinned at the camera, giving the thumbs up, then began high fiving each other. The ringleader leaned in. "Hope you guys enjoyed the show. And don't worry, I have no plans on keeping my end of that deal in the end." * Kevin slept pretty late, having stayed up until 7 am watching his girlfriend get gangfucked online. He texted Kattie, for cover, as he knew it would be an expected thing for him to do. He just acted like everything was fine and he knew nothing. He looked back on the forums. There had been quite a flurry of activity. Everyone was buzzing with excitement over the new developments, over the possibilities that seemed near at hand. The videos had already been copied and uploaded to plenty of porn sites. The main guy orchestrating the whole thing the day before was back on there, giving a suggestion that he, and anyone else who could present confirmation, should get a little badge next to their username, identifying them as someone who had actually fucked Kattie. By the time Kevin saw, it had already been implemented. The guy had a gold crown next to his username, with the number "285" inside of it. A mod had posted saying that going forward they would give a similar crown to anyone who had proof of fucking her, and what number of partner they were for her. A silver crown if you used a condom, a gold one if you didn't. Kevin loved it. It conveyed a sense of status to their deranged obsession. He knew he should have "284", but he couldn't present proof. Not yet. Users were already clamoring over the new system, with some announcing their intention to become "Mr. 1000," or even higher numbers. They seemed to have no limit on the expectations of her whoredom. Their imaginations ran wild, with debates springing up about how many different guys she could conceivably fuck in a year, with calculations supposing X number of partners per month, or week. They had no doubt that the rate of her promiscuity would soon rise tremendously. Kevin read these anonymous jerk off fantasies with elation. All this collectively directed filth aimed at his own girlfriend, a mass willingness of her ultimate degradation. God he would have it all come true. They had sent the new footage to Kattie's old friends and family. Anybody they could find through social media who was related or seemed to have interacted with her a lot in the past. All accompanied with messages along the lines of "Look, she's still getting gangfucked up in Boston! She just can't get enough dick!" They'd tried to send some to her brother but he had evidently deleted all presence of himself from the Internet following the shame his sister had brought on his family. He texted her around 8 pm and let her know he'd be coming over, as was usual. He couldn't hint anything was off. He knew she'd be trying to hide it as well. She answered the door, dressed in comfortable, lounge-around clothes. She told him she wasn't feeling to well, and wanted to just take it easy tonight. He said of course, spoke reassuringly, treated her gently. They watched a movie in the dark, lying next to each other on the couch. He smelled her hair in his face. He grabbed her chin and turned her face toward him, kissing her. He thought of what those lips had been doing less than 24 hours earlier. He wanted to fuck her so bad, to feel those freshly used holes for himself. Would they feel any different in this aftermath, stretched, worn out, or would they have recovered by now? But he knew he couldn't, not today. There would be other chances, and soon. She was reserved the whole night, and barely spoke. He asked her if anything was wrong, knowing he shouldn't pretend to be completely oblivious, and she just smiled and told him everything was fine. Over the following days he monitored her mood closely. He could tell she was acting differently, but he could also tell she was trying her best to hide it. She eventually let him have sex with her again on the third day after the incident, but he could tell she was somewhat uneasy about it, apparently afraid that he would somehow feel something off. Whenever he was not around her he would compulsively check the forum, anticipating the guy's first booty call demand of Kattie. It came on the fourth day, one of Kattie's off days. Kevin was at work when he saw the post, checking his phone while in the bathroom. He was scheduled to get off in four hours, and had plans to go straight to Kattie's after work. That gave them a tight but usable window. The guy posted a screenshot of his text to her. "Hope you're free," he said. "I'm in need of some pussy right now. You know my apartment number. Be here asap or your bf finds out everything." "Let's see how this plays out!" his accompanying message of the screenshot read. "You guys will of course get a front row seat of this." Kevin promptly left the bathroom and informed his boss that he had to take the rest of the day off. A sudden migraine and accompanying nausea, he said. His boss wasn't thrilled, but it worked. He raced home and pulled up the site on his laptop. The guy was sitting in his bed on the livestream, waiting. He'd evidently set his phone up on some surface near the foot of his bed, angled so that it could record everything. He'd posted Kattie's response on the forum, which had come nearly 15 minutes after his first message. She had simply replied "Ok." Kevin knew she had no choice. It was her only desperate hope of this guy not ruining the new life she had begun to build here. He saw her enter the door a few minutes later, timidly. She stood there awkwardly as the guy came up and caressed her face. It was different having to do this stone sober. She was wearing just a t shirt, shorts, and flip flops, probably for ease of removing and putting back on. He seemed to have no hesitation pulling them all off of her. She didn't seem to notice the camera, but it wasn't like she'd be able to do anything different even if she did. Soon they were on the bed, her completely naked, him clothed except for his dick and balls which were pulled over the waistband of his sweatpants. She was on her knees on the bed, in profile, leaning forward and giving him a blowjob to start things off, slobbering thoroughly over his cock and rubbing a fist up and down the length of his shaft, rubbing his glans with the saliva on her palm, twisting it slightly. Just trying to get this over with. She had said nothing since entering. Her hair hung down, shielding her face, but he pulled it back and tucked it behind her ear, so that the camera could get a full shot of her mouth swallowing his cock. "That's a good sucking slut." Soon he had moved their arrangement so that her ass was to the camera as she blew him. All you could see of the situation was her beautiful heart shaped ass, her shaved pussy beneath that, and then the soles of her bare feet tucked beneath, as if looking up at her nude behind while she sat in a glass chair. He had apparently only moved to this position for the benefit of the viewers, for within minutes he had moved back to the side profile view near the foot of the bed. He was grabbing her head now and doing the work himself, pulling her face all the way down onto his dick and throatfucking her over and over in quick, full thrusts. She gurgled and made the usual battery of wet, undignified noises that came with the territory, but took it all, her eyes closed tight and the tears running down her face. He kept this up for a full two minutes before finally he held her face all the way down and unloaded his bursts of cum way back past her uvula, locking his legs behind her neck and squeezing her face into his pelvis with the full strength of his lower body. She slapped a hand down over and over on the mattress in a flailing, panicked plea for clemency that would not come. With a great, vicious moan he finally released her, and she sat up choking and sputtering, the full length of his still-turgid dick finally dislodging from the depths of her throat. She buried her face in the mattress, coughing and fighting to fill her lungs back with air through the spray of saliva, cum, and other fluids plaguing her respiratory tract. He had gotten up and wiped his dick off. "Do you let your boyfriend fuck your throat like that? Let him throatpie you? Or do you save the nasty shit for strangers?" She said nothing. She just continued breathing raggedly. He watched her attempting to collect herself. "That was nice, but don't think we're done for today. I can cum twice, especially for a nasty thing like you, always in heat and putting out like you are. Just give me a few minutes. Why don't you put on a little show for me? See that phone at the end of the bed? I'm recording this whole thing." She looked from the phone to him and back and seemed as if she were trying to say something, but her mouth just hung open stupidly. "Don't worry," he said. "It's just for me. I'm not going to be sending it to anyone, so long as you keep feeding me these holes for the next six weeks. Now get up close to the camera, spread your legs wide, and play with yourself. I know that throatfucking excited you. You've already left a fucking snail trail on my sheets. Get close so I can see the detail when I watch this later. No, don't touch your face. Leave all that as is. I like that freshly fucked look." Kattie shot him a death glare, but scooted herself up to the very foot of the bed, spread her legs, and began rubbing her clit. He was right, you could see her thighs slathered in mucus, a string of it connecting from the sheet where she'd just sat up to her vagina. She flicked her hair out of her face in a gesture of futile pride, and with tight, pursed lips looked dead into the camera as she frigged herself. Her stubborn attempt at maintaining some level of decency was almost comical. She has to know how she looked. She wisely hadn't worn makeup that could be ruined, but still, her chin, cheeks and chest were covered in gleaming spittle, some of it still oozing out in little collections of tiny bubbles at the edge of her mouth, and twin streams of clear snot ran from her nostrils. Her eyes were completely bloodshot, the streaks of tears still running from them. God she looked beautifully wrecked. She maintained eye contact with the camera as she rubbed herself, her jaw slowly unclenching and her lips slowly parting as she became lost in the reluctant approach of pleasure. The guy kept speaking to her from off camera, calling her a list of degradations as she kept those big, brownish green eyes locked to the camera. Within minutes her mouth was hanging open involuntarily, and she seemed to have completely forgotten the attempted dignity of before. As the guy kept ordering her to rub herself, to not stop, she suddenly began bucking her hips and moaning, orgasming hard as she fought to keep her eyes open and fixed on the camera. It was one of the hottest things Kevin had ever seen. She was so obviously tortured with lust over this thing that she wanted to hate, that she wanted people to /think/ she hated. The dangerous, exposing gaze of the camera like a livewire of pleasure hooked straight to her sexual nerve endings. When her orgasm had subsided and she finally broke eye contact with the camera and lay on her back, exhausted, the guy suddenly reappeared in the shot, his dick hard again. "I'm ready for that pussy now, sweetie. How much time do we have? When is your boyfriend supposed to be over?" "8:30," Kattie said, and by the way she ended her speech with an abrupt halt, Kevin could tell that she immediately regretted telling the truth. The guy smiled. "Well that's perfect. We've still got over two hours. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be home just in time to greet him." She sat up. "You've got to give me at least 30 minutes," she said, sudden urgency in her voice. "I know you think this is funny, but I HAVE to clean myself up before he gets home. He can't find any evidence of you, or this will all be over. For both of us." He smirked and shrugged. "We'll see what happens. You don't have much of a choice, do you? I'm sure you'll find some way to hide it, either way." He proceeded to fuck her for the next hour, his stamina lengthened by the relief of his previous orgasm. He fucked her carelessly, pretty much any way he wanted to, contorting her into every positions he wanted, usually with a focus on giving the camera a good angle. Kevin was struck again by how awesome her slim body was as the guy had his way with it in full light. All legs, like a perfect mannequin of flesh. For a good 15 minutes he fucked her doggystyle, with her face right up near the camera, so that it could capture her every expression. Her face bucked forward with every thrust. "Good fucking ," he muttered the whole time, over and over. "That's a good fucking ." When he was finally ready to finish he had her ride him, her chest pressed against his and her feet wrapped tight around his thighs, the camera getting a clear shot of his shaft sliding all the way in and out of her pussy, right beneath her winking butthole. He increased his pace until finally he thrust all the way in and held it, the barely visible base of his cock spasming as he unloaded inside of her. "Roll onto your back," he commanded. She did so, side-eyeing him. "Tilt your hips up. Keep the cum in you." For the next 45 minutes he made her stay in this position. Every time she looked as if she might break out of it and get up he would remind her that her boyfriend was just a phone call away. Kattie looked at the clock in growing horror, knowing that he would be coming over soon. Yep, this guy was going to push it until just the last minute. Maybe not even giving Kattie time to wipe the cum out of her pussy before he got there. Kevin loved it. He began preparing to leave as he watched, planning to cut it as close as possible for her. He'd act just oblivious enough, of course. He watched the final minutes on his phone as he began the short walk over to her place. The guy really did leave her no time at all. Kevin actually had to slow down slightly on his walk, knowing he might even beat her there. Finally, a mere two minutes before he was due to arrive, the guy let her get up. She got up like she had been lying on something hot, putting her shorts and shirt back on in a flurry. With a muttered curse, she ran out the door, out of the frame, her hand down the front of her pants, trying to keep the cum inside of her instead of running down her leg. Kevin shut off his phone and headed into the building, knowing he would be only moments behind her, if anything. When he got to her door and knocked, he could hear her fumbling around inside. It sounded like she was barely in the doorway. "Just a second!" she called through the door. "I'm in the bathroom!" After a minute she let him in. She was visibly flustered, blushing and barely looking him in the eye. He kissed her. "How's it going?" he asked. He looked her up and down, at the loose, casual clothing and slightly disheveled appearance. "What have you been up to?" "I just back from working out," she said. "Just had an urge to go to the gym. Sorry to cut it so close. In fact, I probably need to shower. Do you mind if I do that real quick?" He grinned at her mischievously. "You can in a bit. I kind of like you in this sweaty state." He began kissing her again, harder, while they were still standing. He ran his hands up the back of her shirt. She pulled away slightly after several seconds. "Kevin...are you sure? I really feel gross, we can do this after I shower if you don't mind." "I do mind," he said, trying to sound firm but playful. He couldn't overplay his hand. "You're just giving off these pheromones right now. I want you the way you are right now, dirty and all." He began kissing her again and moving slowly toward the bed with her. He could tell she was struggling to find a way out of the situation, terrified that he would find evidence of another man on her, or in her, but she couldn't find a way to do so without drawing suspicion, not now that he'd expressed such a strong desire. He was already rock hard by the time he got her to lay on her back. He knew this was the worst possible outcome of this situation for her. His dick was practically springing out of his pants at the prospect of getting to fuck her fresh after her pussy had just been warmed up for him by another dick. He knew she had surely tried to clean up as much of the semen from her vagina as she could in the brief minute she'd had in the bathroom, but there was no way she got all of it out of her. He was going to get to fuck another guy's cum deeper into her, fucking her in her true whorish state for the first time, really getting that used-pussy feeling that he'd imagined so many times. He had her scant articles of clothing off in no time. "Going commando?" he asked her with a grin, but not pressing her on it. He had to act suitably oblivious. He spread her long legs apart. Her bald pussy was still slightly red, obviously wet with some description of fluid between the folds of her labia. He couldn't help but moan when he sank into her warm cunt. He had slid in so easily. And knowing that at least half of that lubrication was the product of some other guy using her like public property was incredible. He thrust into her a few times, unable to believe how good she felt, how hyper-sensitive his cock was right now to every contour of that vaginal tunnel. How another guy had JUST felt this same exact thing, got this same pleasure from her. And she just had to let him do it. He pulled out slightly, and noticed an obvious white froth had built up around the base of his shaft. "Oh you're really creaming for me, babe," he said, knowing how stupid he sounded. It didn't matter. The more oblivious she thought he was, the better the coming weeks would be. And great they were. That day he came within minutes, adding his load to the one already harbored within her, and he took her again a second time right after before he let her get up to shower. Over the next few weeks this experience was repeated time and again, the guy on the other side of the building ever escalating what he could get away with. What he would make her do. And Kevin reaping the beautifully used, sloppy remnants of what was left to him, his pleasure always proportionally increased the more he saw her put through that day. Each time, the guy barely gave Kattie time to get home before Kevin got there, so he nearly always had a freshly planted creampie to fuck deeper into her. He'd never had a cuckold fetish per se, or thought that the idea of fucking a girl filled with another guy's cum would seem cool, but with Kattie it was just a symbol of her degradation, her disgrace, and he loved knowing he was fucking it deeper into her. That she hated it but couldn't say anything. She of course couldn't back out of the arrangement, no matter what the guy did. Sometimes he fucked her quickly, as a last minute thing, not even making her take her clothes off. Just slipping her shorts down a bit or hiking her skirt up to access her goods. By the fourth time she went over he'd already introduced new friends of his to the scenario. After that she was getting gangfucked every single time, then sent straight to her boyfriend with her holes freshly used by multiple men. It was like heroin for Kevin. She would beg them to use condoms, saying she was scared of catching some disease she might give her boyfriend, but of course they didn't care. They told her she didn't get to make choices. Some of the guys were the same ones she'd fucked the first time, but he also introduced a few completely new guys into the rotation, and soon her number had gone from 290 to 302. There were usually three of them at a time, one for each hole, but just a few trips added up to 12 new cocks quite quickly. Counting the original guys, it was 18 different dudes cycling out over those two months, fucking her three or four at a time, three or more sessions a week. The guy assured her that all these guys would be discreet, and she'd probably never even encounter them outside of this. "They all go to school on the other side of town anyway." She was kept well-fucked indeed. Kevin loved watching how thoroughly they would fuck her, how careless of her comfort or hygiene. They would swap from her pussy to her asshole and back, or go from her asshole to her mouth, like it was nothing. Never washing their dicks off between holes. Something so filthy 99% of girls would never let you do it. But Kattie couldn't say a thing. She just had to let herself be desecrated. Kevin would fuck her pussy later, knowing he'd just seen some other guy ramrod it full of her own assjuice just an hour earlier. They fucked her roughly, too, of course. Not so rough that incredibly obvious marks were left on her body, nothing he couldn't ignore, but rough. They seemed to particularly enjoy spearing into her holes with as much vigor as they could, shaking her hole body with each thrust, really beating her pussy and asshole up. He wanted to fuck her that hard, but he knew he couldn't without drawing attention. It would be out of character for him. But he enjoyed that these guys fucked her rough for him. He loved watching her gingerly walk around the days after, with those sore, heavily used holes between her legs, trying not to reveal that anything was off. Or trying not to wince when Kevin took round two on those very same holes, right after the other guys. She weakly tried to get him to use a condom a couple times, giving some lame excuse about not trusting her birth control, but he cluelessly rebuffed her ideas. She just had to fuck him bare, fearing the whole time that she would transfer him some disease and reveal her infidelity. After the second month came to an end, the guy really did move. Kevin had half expected that that would be a lie, but one day he made a post on the forum telling everyone that sadly, his fun with Kattie was over, and he'd be heading back to his hometown. "Of course, that doesn't mean I'm really letting Kattie off the hook. Here's her address. Have fun guys, do as you will." The address was posted below, along with a pin on a map and pictures of the outside of the building, as well as the code to get inside. "She asked for it. It would be a shame for me to deny her deepest wishes." As much as Kevin loved the idea of strangers from the Internet showing up at her door to fuck her, he wasn't ready for things to escalate to that level. He still had his own plans for her. That very day he asked her to move in with him. He lived about eight blocks from her. Not terribly far, but obviously far enough away that if anyone from the forum actually did drive there to find her, they'd likely be out of luck. She agreed, obviously relieved that things seemed to be turning around for her. Her tormentor was gone and her boyfriend seemed to be escalating their relationship. Maybe things would work out for her after all. Kevin thought they'd continue to escape forced escalation for a while longer, but he knew he had to act soon. It was time to start pulling the strings himself. * Things slowly returned to normal for Kattie. Four months after the guy moved away, she let herself begin to think it would be ok again. It seemed he had really kept his word. She'd doubted he would, of course, but nothing had happened to her in four months. Kevin didn't know, no one else had approached her. She really hadn't even seen any of the other guys. It had been a scary, but ultimately insignificant experience. So what if some more guys had nudes of her? They'd just be joining the countless amount of those already out there. And what difference did it really make if she'd been fucked by 284 guys or 302? She still hoped that she didn't catch a disease. It was an isolated incident, and wasn't going to be repeated. The guy never told anyone. Maybe her and Kevin could move out to the countryside one day, and she'd never have to worry about someone recognizing her again. Life was going pretty well. She had a serious boyfriend, a social life with new friends who, if not exactly close, were at least comfortable. Maybe she'd be alright. Four months with no incident. An isolated thing. Maybe she could quit looking over her shoulder all the time. Living with Kevin had been nice. She hadn't expected him to suddenly ask her to move in with him. She had felt closer to him than normal lately. Maybe it was just the living together, but he seemed to be getting more serious about her in general. He had always been a good lover, but in the last couple weeks especially he had become very attentive to her, seeming to take deep relish in just running his hands over her body, feeling her. She'd been having some weird side effects from her birth control, headaches and the like, and she'd been surprised when Kevin had recently encouraged her to just get off of it for a while. "I don't mind going back to condoms for a while," he'd said. She'd been off of it for the last several weeks now, and she did feel better. Kevin seemed to not mind the condoms, but she was sure he was just doing it to care for her. Of course he'd rather not use one. She knew that she was currently ovulating. Sex with him that morning had been slightly scary, even with the condom. It was their one year anniversary of dating that day. When he called her while he was at work and told her to get ready for a special dinner that night, that he had something really special planned for her, her heart fluttered. The way he'd said it. She didn't want to let herself get too hopeful, but she couldn't help it. He might really be popping the question. He'd been dropping hints for weeks. He'd asked her to move in with him four months ago, for god's sake. It wasn't exactly a stretch. When she hung up she just smiled to herself, allowing herself to imagine a bright future. They began getting ready soon after he got home from work. He told her to dress up, that it was a nice place. "Also, and I splurged a little bit here, but I got us a penthouse at the Four Seasons for the weekend. All-inclusive." Her eyes lit up and she ran over and jumped up into his arms, planting a kiss on his face. "You're amazing," she told him. "That's not the big surprise though," he told her. "I don't want you to think that. The penthouse is just something extra." Her heart skipped a beat. He had to be asking her. What could be a bigger surprise than an all-inclusive penthouse at a five star hotel for the whole weekend? She felt like she was glowing the whole time she got ready that evening. She noticed Kevin watching her several times as she dressed herself. She smiled at him. He seemed to be enthralled just watching her, as if the outfit she chose was something of particular interest to him. She was wearing a new dress, a tight black thing that hugged her hips and ended just above her knees. Gold, open-toe stilettos. Glossy, dark red polish on her finger and toenails. A cheeky black choker around her neck. Her hair straightened and done up in an elaborate Chinese-style bun high on her head. She finished applying her lipstick, glancing from her own reflection to his where he sat on the bed watching her. She pressed her lips together, finalizing the perfect kissable mouth. She winked at him in the mirror. He smiled back at her, a strange, almost unreadable look in his eyes. Dinner in a cozy, dimly lit restaurant somewhere near the waterfront. They had a private booth tucked away deep in the confines of the interior. Kevin kept his eyes on her nearly the whole evening, seemingly admiring her and smiling slightly. She leaned forward eagerly, staring back into his eyes as they talked, their hands held across the table. They ate. They split a bottle of wine. Her head was swimming slightly and she felt a warmness flowing all around her by the time he finally reached down into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He slid out of the booth and knelt down next to her. "Garden," he said, opening the box to reveal the ring. "Will you marry me?"  She felt tears filling her eyes. She just nodded, enthusiastically, unable to speak, and fell into his arms as he rose up, kissing him. He slipped the ring onto her finger and she admired it, almost not believing it, holding her other hand to her mouth. They began kissing again. Wind will rise in the streets, grass will grow wherever the things of man once stood. Wander on. She was in a haze of happiness as they left. She leaned on his shoulder as they walked the wharves in the night, watching the boats going on out of sight in the dark through the luminescent strands of light on the water. They watched from a bench, in no hurry. She sank against him, buzzing, letting herself imagine a future away from everything. Away even from a thing that she carried with her forever, somehow. It was near midnight by the time they got to their hotel. The penthouse had its own entrance around back, a small room accessible by card or keycode that led straight to a private elevator that would take them to their quarters at the top of the building. They went up. Theirs was the only door in the small foyer at the top. Kevin slowly approached the door, rested a hand on the knob for a moment before turning to her. "Close your eyes as we go in," he said. There was a strange smile on his face. "Ha....alright," she said, wondering what he could have in there. She closed her eyes, a slight smile on her lips. She heard him open the door, then he guided her in with a hand at her back. A great roar of mirth went up as she entered, loosed from a crowd of throats. She jumped, completely startled, her eyes snapping open. At first she was just completely confused. There was a huge crowd of people inside, filling the very spacious suite to well beyond its intended capacity, easily a hundred people or more. Her initial thought was that they had accidentally intruded upon the wrong penthouse by mistake, that this was some company's banquet or party, but then she noticed that she recognized several of the faces in the room. She kept scanning the crowd. It seemed to be most of the people she'd become acquainted with in Boston -- her coworkers, new friends. They were all looking at her with big grins on their faces. She looked at Kevin in confusion, wondering if he had for some reason arranged a big surprise party for their engagement. He just grinned down at her, a hard, cold look in his eyes that was so different from the way he normally looked at her. No...who would all these people even be? She didn't know a fraction of this amount of people in Boston. By this time they had wandered a few feet into the room, Kattie walking half in a daze. By the time she looked up and noticed the banner on the wall, "WELCOME Kattie FANCLUB! CONDOMS OPTIONAL!", someone had already closed the door behind her and people had already slid in front of it. Not that she would have been able to even walk at this moment. She felt completely paralyzed. The full enormity of what was happening slowly washed over her. Faces surrounding her, leering at her. Mostly strangers, but peppered everywhere with people she knew. People she thought liked and respected her. She was completely lightheaded, and if Kevin hadn't been holding her from behind she would have fallen over. A small but serious looking camera crew was over there, already pointing their equipment in her direction. Big flat screen televisions were mounted on the walls in various spots. She just now noticed them. They were all playing different footage of her being gangfucked, her red hair swirling among the naked flesh of strangers. Different scenes of degradation being enjoyed passively by the onlookers present here today. Some people were wearing t shirts with screen-printed images of her own face, completely covered in a mask of cum. "Kattie Duval, Web ," they read. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She just turned and looked at Kevin, a look of confusion and utter betrayal written on her features, hoping that somehow he would be the person she had thought he was only a few minutes ago, that he would somehow still protect her, whisk her away to another reality where this hadn't happened. But he didn't, of course. He shrugged at her. "Yeah I've always known," he said. "Get comfortable. I've got this place booked for the next 48 hours, and can extend it if need be. The address is posted online, has been for a few days. People have been excited about this for a long minute. Others will still be arriving, of course. You're not leaving here until you've made good on your promise to fuck every single person who wants to take you up on it. And it's a shame you're off birth control and ovulating, isn't it? I don't think a lot of these guys are going to be too careful with you." She heard his words, but it still didn't feel real to her. Only minutes before, her world had been the opposite of this. Could it really flip so fast? Was this a dream? She rubbed her fingers together, hard, hoping to wake herself up. Her head swirled. An electric feeling in her groin as she looked around at all the faces, despite everything. Of course you would. Someone handed her a beer, but it fell right out of her hands. She sank to the floor. "Give her a minute," Kevin said, cracking open a beer for himself and stepping away from her. They all looked at her there in a heap on the floor, dressed so nicely, such care given to her appearance. "We've got plenty of time with her." . |
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WOW What a read.. I had a strange feeling that Kevin was gonna do something along these lines.. Still I think you've written a great peice of fiction(or is it)! Oh and that is some great artwork to boot.. who ever the girl is in the middle(I'm thinking Kattie/Garden) is fucking hot!! Again a great read!! Oh and an interesting item from you wishlist. that is if I found the correct item on amazon! Waiting for the next chapter in the saga.... Or is this the end??
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Gasps….what? Kevin is not the all american good guy he portrayed? didn’t see. that coming..im shocked. Grins…..each chapter just introduces extra for the reader,the real life issues Kattie has to deal with to keep her secret..well..secret…linking her sexual depravity to the everyday problem of not letting “Kevin” find out… This is getting more psychological as it goes,plumbing new heights? depths? not sure which is more apt… So what does Kattie do now? stay and deal with Kevin or run? perhaps she is now introduced to the world of high class working girl? who knows. This author deserves some recognition..let’s see some serious appreciation on the comments guys,do you know how much time and effort goes into these chapters..come on…lets hear it …
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Great read, thanks for posting it. So Kattie now has a problem, how will she resolve it. The next instalment will be an interesting read.
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nice story
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Question: is the inclusion of the illustrations helpful? should i continue with those?
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ahh how sweet of Kevin and she kissing. What a happy moment for kattie.
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nice read ishould read the otherr chapters
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This would make a great short story ending with this chapter.  The recurring theme has once more tracked her down and made itself at home in her present. In front of her, the scene is devoid of all hope or trust. It brings to mind the feelings one might get approaching the gates of Hell transfixed by the neon sign flashing "Abandon all hope Ye who enters here". I'm sure there are many directions for future chapters. I imagine her going mad, left in an immobile or unresponsive stupor. I see this as too much for anyone to handle. The Illustrations are well done and appropriate. Your artistic work as well? I wouldn't say they are needed if not your work. Your words paint vivid enough images in a reader's mind.
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too many words I’m not interested in reading…l want a book I’ll read one! pics are always good…they tell more then words do!
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The illistrations add to and surely don't distract from... my vote a big yes.. keep adding them!!
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