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Kattie's New Life Begins Chapter 4 [Continued from "Kattie's Abduction Fantasy", a must read before this one.] She came to just a few seconds after passing out, but just kept lying there on the floor. She couldn't bear to get up and face all of them. She just wanted to melt into the floor. She finally looked up when she heard a knock on the door. Omg more people coming in -- two guys she didn't recognize. They looked nervous. She slowly lifted her head and ventured another look around the room. So many people. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she was going to be fucking all of them, or at least most of them. That this was happening again. That she had ended up living a life where hundreds of people would fuck her with complete impunity. There were women present too, people she knew. They were probably just here to watch the strange spectacle of a girl they thought was normal, being an utter . "She's up!" someone shouted. "Come on, you should go around and introduce yourself to everyone who doesn't know you. You're going to be getting pretty intimate with them, anyway." She sat up but stayed seated on the floor. She looked around helplessly. No one was going to help her. They must have seen everything. Obviously. It was playing on the screens at this very moment. They didn't think she was anything but a deranged slut with a vulgar humiliation, exhibition, and degradation fetish, and they were here to indulge her. She still couldn't stand up. This would be worse than the first time, somehow. Her world had just come crashing down. Not only was she hit with the realization that her boyfriend of the last year, her fiance, she thought, was actually a cruel manipulator who wanted to see her suffer, but she also had a weekend of what was sure to be brutal group fucking to ahead of her. A surge pulsed through her crotch at the thought, filling her with shame and anger at herself. Why did her body want so badly for her to be a ? Someone pulled her to her feet, reaching their hands up under her skirt as they did so and slipping her underwear down to her ankles. She stepped out of them almost impulsively. The guy grabbed them then held them open and looked in at the revealed gusset.  "Good news! She's already creaming for it!" he rubbed an index finger across the inner crotch of the panties where Kattie had left a thick trail of slime. "Just seeing this room full of fans has already got her excited!" He passed the panties around to others who all felt her pussy mucus and looked at her with looks of cruel amusement and hunger in their eyes. Just as advertised, they must be thinking. "Let's have you go around and meet some of your fans," someone said, grabbing her by the elbow and leading her around. Already people were crowding near her, placing a hand on her bare leg below the dress or on the small of her back. Like they all casually owned her. Someone handed her another drink and this one she held onto and poured back into her throat in big gulps. She kept a stone face, and avoided looking at Kevin at all. * Kevin watched in a state of nervous exaltation as his girlfriend was paraded like meat before the eager crowd. He could read on her face volumes of humiliation and devastation, yet he could see as clearly as anyone else in the room the shining glimmer of wetness slowly spreading down her inner thighs, visible now below the end of her skirt. What a perfect paradox of a specimen. She hated what was buried in her, what anyone now had the power to bring out. It was hard to wrap his head around the fact that everyone in this room, and more who had not even arrived yet, would be having their complete and utter way with her body, the one he had gotten to know so intimately over the last year. More than her body, really. The level and extent of her exposure and domination transcended the physical. Were they not breaking her so completely that they were baring open her soul to the world, presenting it finally and completely to all as her ultimate submission? Someone was leading her around the room in her cute outfit, the one she had so carefully and pridefully put on, when she had thought her life would turn out very differently. But now she realized she had just dressed herself to be a , yet again. He could see the depth of defeat in her eyes. To go from such a high, thinking she had escaped it all, that she could be special for someone again, to this. Knowing she had two or more days of complete and overwhelming degradation to look forward to, all of her holes used to the max, her tongue, her appendages, everything she had, given to whoever wanted it in whatever way. The opposite of something special. She was doing the rounds, the man's hand at her back. People sipped their drinks and grinned in bemusement as she was brought up to them and made to awkwardly introduce herself and tell them how much she was looking forward to them fucking her. She followed the man's instructions in a deadpan voice. "Hi, I'm Kattie," she would repeat in some variation time after time. "I'm grateful that you're going to fuck me." When she had to do this to the people she knew -- her boss, some of her coworkers, mutual friends of theirs she'd acquired over her time in Boston, they could all see her face flushing a deeper red, see her throat constrict as she struggled to say the humiliating thing to the person she'd thought took her seriously and respected her only a short time ago. Here and there she even saw people she knew in her original life, in LA, people who had evidently missed the chance the first time and had now flown across the country to get a piece of their notorious hometown they'd obviously heard so much about. In a small, faltering voice she heard herself offering her pussy to her 10th grade gym teacher, Mr. Eckersley, a middle aged balding man who smiled down at her with sweat breaking out on his forehead and an obvious bulge in his jeans. She had always been creeped out and scared of him. He had always seemed like a pervert who paid particular attention to her exercising, who always found an excuse to place his hands on her and "adjust" her, who had made questionable comments to her from time to time. And now that seemed to be confirmed. He'd get to fuck her after all. Kattie scanned the room again. Yes, here and there a few other former authority figures from her youth, old creeps she'd always avoided. Getting to fulfill their ultimate fantasies at last. Kattie thought she might be sick in that moment. They'd probably followed every detail of her humiliating journey online with obsession. People would casually stick their fingers under her skirt as she spoke to them, feeling her wetness for themselves, watching her knees buckle slightly as they lightly pinched her clit. One guy who'd already had a few drinks pulled her in and planted a deep french kiss on her mouth. She made her way around the rest of the room, her face red, a spectacle of humiliation for everyone present, submissively introducing and offering herself to every cluster of people present. Always somewhere on the wall behind the people she would see another TV with the HD footage of her first gangbang. There were at least six large, flat screen TVs mounted around the penthouse, showing different clips. One was just dedicated to the extensive amount of footage that had been taken to document each part of her body down to the tiniest detail. At the moment she could see her spread labia dominating the 60 inch screen. Some guys sipping beer and looking at it turned from the screen to her and back a few times, as if to mentally place the thing on her. Another TV was playing on loop her various desperate verbal requests to be made a for life, swearing that she would fuck any man no matter what. The depraved actions of the on screen, performing more degrading acts than the most desperate pornstar, seemed so at odds with the expectations that you would have for a girl who looked like Kattie. As she stood before them in her nice dress and her meticulously fixed hair and her subtle, classy makeup, it seemed nearly impossible that she was the unrespectable trash taking<b> cock </font></b>after cock, drinking piss and being coated in cum on the screens, but so it was. And they would get to do it all to her again. That and more. Whatever they could think of. It seemed too good to be true. Girls like her didn't do this kind of stuff. No girl did this kind of stuff. Soon enough they began easing into it. Everyone seemed slightly cautious, as if afraid to be the first to escalate things. But they were, slowly. They knew they had time. Soon they had her sitting in the middle of one of the couches, guys framing her on either side, as well as behind her. Her shoes had been taken off somewhere and she sat with her legs splayed wide, her naked pussy hanging out of the bottom of the black dress now hiked up around her waist. The guys on either side either rubbed her long legs or ran their fingers over her crotch, touching, prodding and feeling her wet pussy. Guys behind reached hands over her shoulders and copped hearty squeezes of her tits, their hands reaching beneath the fabric of the dress and squeezing the modest bulbs of fat on her chest. Her bra had been removed too, and she reclined there, spread eagle, being casually groped in just her dress, choker, and makeup. Everyone's attention was trained on the TV before them. They seemed to want to review the material while discussing it with her. They seemed to want to have time for the humiliation to seep in. Know the depth of her defeat. As those around her passively rubbed and groped her where she sat, they turned the conversation to an inquiry of her extreme situation. Most of them seemed at least partially drunk now, and they put the questions to her with growing boldness: What made you want to be a ? How many guys do you fuck a month on average? Does it turn you on knowing how many tens of millions of views your videos have? Does it turn you on knowing you have such a dedicated fanbase, that people online track your whereabouts? When it became obvious that she was mostly oblivious to the latest of these realities, the guys set up an excited hoot. "She really doesn't know about the forums and all that? Fuck, we've got to show her." While the adjacent scenes continued to show the highlight reels of her past depravity, someone pulled up a web browser on a screen right near the couch where Kattie sat and began a tour of the online world dedicated to her. She went over to the guy manipulating the keyboard. She stood right behind his right shoulder, he slipped his right hand between her legs and up the hem of her dress rubbing her ass as he showed her the videos cut into a hundred different edits or highlights.  Re-hosted on countless sites. Views in the millions on most of them. Surely well over 100 million altogether. All using her real name. Her face grew hot as she looked. What a fool she'd been to think the footage that had been shot of her would just fade into the obscurity of the internet. How wrong she'd been. The special sites. She was staggered at the number of them. A simple Google of "Kattie Duval" returned page after page of results, all about her sexual exploits, all about her body. Most included some special blurb or bio describing the situation. The specifics seemed to inspire obsession in a certain type of person. They were really obsessed with her. Some sites included huge galleries of every regular photo they could find of her, old photos. Photos from her childhood up through high school years and into college. They'd stalked and found as much info about their ruined pixie dream girl as they could. Paragraphs about her "former" interests, as they usually referred to them as. "Kattie was interested in video games. She was on the tennis team, and wanted to go into graphic design." The implication, of course, being she wanted these things before her life became dedicated to just taking<b> cock. </font></b>They always seemed to include as much info as possible. Her full name, birth date, employment history. Her life story. They really seemed to want to know their conquered slut, to make it more personal. Inevitably, these sites would include jarring juxtapositions of Kattie looking wholesome, posing with the college tennis team, right next to a picture of that same face stuffed full of cock, or covered in an opaque white spread of cum. A cruel and very memorable before and after. The narrative would often continue. "But then, at 24 years old Kattie made the mistake of trying to fulfill one of her darkest fantasies. It ran away from her more than she could have ever expected, and now she has a lifetime of just being a famous cockwhore to look forward to. What would her younger self, the one who made straight A's, think?" Despite the growing horror and panic within her, these words opened up a steady flow of arousal straight out of her aired out vagina. It was like they had read every one of her deepest fears and anxieties and published them. "She's fucking pouring!" a guy who had his hand in her crotch announced gleefully to the room. Now at this point on the site there was a strange video included. One of her face, saying words she never remembered saying, in a room she didn't recognize. But it was her, speaking in a strange but recognizable voice, speaking into a webcam and discussing how it was her desire to be fake gang banged, to have her boundaries pushed, her humiliation fetish exploited. She saw herself saying "Oh I'm pretty sure you won't be able to get the safeword out of me...I've been wanting this my whole life." Words she'd never spoken. Things began to click in her mind, slowly, but she didn't have long to linger on it. She half wondered if she was just losing her mind. Now they had the anatomy sites pulled up. They'd already showed her the video edits on various porn sites that just had the bits focusing on her body parts in extreme detail, but now she saw that there were also entire sites dedicated to just that. One of them was the second overall Google result for her name. "Kattie Duval -- Full Body Anatomy Resource" it was titled. So absolutely everyone had this at their fingertips. A different page dedicated to everything on her body. Click here for vagina. Here for asshole. Feet. Toes. Hands. Tongue. Lips. Nipples. Cervix. Colon. Teeth. On and on. Each page had numerous, perfectly lit, super HD photos of the piece of her in question. Little zoom bars allowed you to go in as far as you wanted anywhere on the picture, to an amazing level of detail, or zoom out for the full context. For the pages like her vagina it included it from every angle and every configuration imaginable. Lips spread, lips closed. Gaped. From behind in doggy style. She'd forgotten how thorough they'd been. She sat in a near catatonic state as this masterpiece of personal violation flashed by for the great crowd assembled to see. What kind of creeps would go to such lengths to assure her humiliation and exposure? Who would care this much? With a start she realized that surely most of the people responsible for making these sites were present here tonight. If Kevin had truly advertised this event for weeks to all of her fans online, of course her biggest obsessives would make it. They wouldn't miss the opportunity for the world. They'd get to fuck the object of their obsession, contribute to another chapter of her drawn-out destruction. She looked around the room tepidly, as if she could spot the particular creeps. A guy to her left her was rubbing the sole of her foot, a guy to her right was rubbing his fingers between the toes of her other foot. Five or six hands were feeling up and down the lengths of her bare spread legs. Hands were still at her tits, the fingers of a hand or two in and around her vagina, one of them rubbing the wetness from there down her crack to her asshole. She realized she was mindlessly sucking someone's finger. They showed her the forums next. Page after page of people around the world fetishizing her and her exploitation, with new posts added daily. People tracking her whereabouts, her current looks and aliases. She saw her current name up there, Garden Perry, saw her info from Philly, from everywhere she'd been. She was dumbfounded at how off the mark she had been about her obscurity. They explained to her what the crowns meant next to people's usernames. A crown for anyone who had proof of having fucked her -- silver if they'd used a condom, gold if they'd gone without. And the number inside indicating where in her total list of partners they'd fallen. The lower the number, the earlier you'd gotten to her, seemed to be some kind of status symbol, although there seemed to be some clamoring amongst people without their crowns to be the guy to push her over a certain threshold. In the days leading up to this event, people seemed to be fighting over who would get to be the 500th unique dick to go inside her. Kattie's pussy spasmed at this thought. 500. The number seemed unfathomable, but yes, she would get to that number this weekend wouldn't she? She was at 302 right now, but there were at least 200 people here or en route. She looked around the room at the leering, lascivious faces all focused on her. They were all here to get their crowns. She suddenly felt very powerless, very filthy, and very wet. Kevin was standing near her again, watching her face as she looked at the TV and strangers groped her. "Yeah," he said. "I recognized you the first moment I saw you. I'd jerked off to your material countless times already, so suddenly meeting you in person, posing as someone else...I thought I was dreaming." She thought to herself, So was any of this between us real? Did you care about me at all, even though you thought of me as a ? She wanted to ask him, but couldn't bring herself to broach such a personal and potentially devastating topic in front of all these people. Not that it mattered now. "Any time there's new material of you, people send it to your parents. They probably try to avoid looking at it, but some has to slip through. Your brother too, aunts, uncles, cousins, old close friends. They're all kept up to date with your latest exploits thanks to your loyal fans. You can try to escape your old life, but they can never escape you. I'm sure they'll love the footage we're about to create." Snickers around the room as people listened. They thought -- they knew -- that she deserved it. "And as you can see you're very popular. Everyone you ever used to know knows about this shit. It's the town scandal, in your neighborhood. The thing even old ladies fret over to each other in hushed tones. A sign of the depravity of this latter day era. So I can basically guarantee that every male you ever used to know, old or young, follows your online presence religiously. It's every guy's fantasy to find porn of a girl he knows. And you delivered in spades. If you can think of a male from your old life, you can know with basically 100% certainty that they jack off to close ups of your asshole daily. Even if they'd never admit it. It wouldn't surprise me if your dad has had a guilty whack or two to your stuff. It has to be thrilling on some level to see your little girl grow up to become a public cumwhore. And you're going to keep providing fresh content for all of them for the rest of your usable life." Kattie's pussy clenched involuntarily around the random dude's fingers inside of it. She had been subconsciously grinding down into them. "I started advertising this event about a month ago. On Craiglist, on your forums and fansites, basically spread the word as best I could. Of course I let all your coworkers and friends in Boston know too. Gave everyone the full run down. So they know how much you love it. Most of them couldn't believe their luck to know a girl like you." Kattie had mostly tuned out the film crew that was present up until now, but now one of them was getting a close up reaction shot of her face and she couldn't ignore it. She looked dead into the lens, a deer in headlights. She felt embarrassed and stupid. The helpless dumb slut. At it again. "I hope you don't mind that I splurged on a real film crew. This is a special event, and I wanted to make sure it's captured in top quality." He sipped his beer, passively, regarding her like a promising prospect in an athletic try-out. "I can't wait until you find out what we've got lined up for you. Everyone's very excited about this." Suddenly he raised his voice. "Can we get a quick tally? Raise your hand if you've fucked Kattie before!" Several hands shot up around the room. Twelve, fifteen or so. Kevin had his own hand raised sheepishly. "Fourteen repeats, looks like. Fifteen counting me. Everyone else is new to your pussy. That's great. Your number is going to jump so much higher this weekend, babe. And we don't even know how many others are on their way!" He grabbed a large punch bowl filled with condoms and set it on a side table. "Well feel free to get started whenever, guys. Or take your time. We're in no rush. Feel free to do absolutely whatever you want to do to her, you know this bitch has no limits. Just try to save some for the rest of us." Here everyone laughed. "There's a lot of people here so try to be aware of others' needs. No taking seconds until everyone who wants to has had their first go. As you know condoms are totally optional. But if you do choose to use them, they're for YOUR protection. NOT hers. Kattie needs all the cum she can get. Be sure to tie your condom off after you cum in it, and place it in the tray in the fridge. We're going to make sure Kattie gets every drop of her semen at the end of this. Either into her stomach or into her pussy. Waste not, want not. And remember, blowjobs don't count toward her number. You have to actually fuck her pussy or ass to join her lifelong tally." Someone floated a bump of cocaine in front of Kattie's nostril, which she stoically snorted without question. She didn't want to do drugs, but she was going to need all the help she could get to make it through this. She felt foreign hands all over her body. Her head was beginning to swim. The drugs and alcohol must have suddenly hit her all at once, because the next thing she knew she was crawling around on all fours on the ground, completely nude now, being led about by someone pulling her hair like it was a leash. She was on her knees now, the round, pale globes of her asscheeks resting on the pink soles of her feet. A circle of cocks was surrounding her, someone's fist wrapped through her hair, holding it in a tight knot at the back of her head, using it as a handle to push her throat down over his<b> cock </font></b>over and over. They swapped her around in the circle. She got to taste the sweat and musk of eight different cocks one after the other. She fought to regain some control of her mind at least. She wanted to be a little out of it, but she couldn't completely pass out. At first she instinctively tightened her throat and resisted them somewhat, but now she was slowly forcing herself to accept the<b> cock </font></b>as deep as these brutes could get it. She remembered that it would actually be easier that way, if she just relaxed and tried to let it happen. Through the bleariness of the tears in her vision she looked down at her left hand, her fingers splayed on the floor to give her some balance. At the ring on her finger there. A thing of mockery now, as if she were just masquerading as a girl who might ever be able to deserve monogamy, be worthy of a normal life. As she situated her tongue and then throat around yet another cock, she saw in her mind's eye that country farmhouse slipping away. All the happiness and wholesomeness she had dared to imagine might enter her life would be replaced by dick. She was such a fool. Of course she could have nothing but dick. * Watching her prostrate before the crowd, powerless, humiliated, about to be taken by all with no reservations, Kevin felt something close to sexual nirvana. He knew he would never experience a greater satisfaction in his life. Knowing her so intimately, knowing the delicious conflict that existed in her mind, and seeing this happen to her...it all added up to a perverse excitement that probably not one in one million men ever see fulfilled in their lives. Her reluctance made it for him. He loved the fact that she had tried to run from him, even thought she'd succeeded. No, slut, you don't get to take this back. Not ever. Seeing all the camera phones out, along with the professional crew, her exposed there. He wanted her humiliation, her exploitation, to be documented to the ends of the earth. The more widespread and total her ruination, the greater his pleasure. He couldn't say why. He actually was very fond of her, had true feelings of intimacy toward her. That's what made it so electrifying. If it was some girl he cared nothing about, it would be meaningless. But he wanted her to be utterly conquered, mapped out, broken. He hoped there would come a day when she couldn't walk down a street on earth where every man on it couldn't bring to mind a perfect mental image of her nakedness. Every contour of her body seemed perfect, shaped to drive man into a frenzy. When a body is built this perfectly for fucking, it isn't right to keep it to a single man. It must be fucked as fully as possible. It must be given to everyone. They throat fucked her for a while, beautifully. When the first guy entered her pussy, Kevin got in close. The camera was there capturing it, too, of course. She was on all fours, surrounded still by a semi circle of cocks. As the guy lurched forward, sending the full length of his bare dick gliding into her pussy, someone announced: "303!"  The guy's<b> cock </font></b>was completely slathered in her wetness, but soon a white creaminess had accumulated from within her and was pooling on top of his dick, near the base. Kevin could see it slowly being added to every time the guy thrust into Kattie and came back out a bit. It was from her ovulation. God, she was at her absolute most fertile, and she'd be taking enough sperm in that unprotected womb to get a hundred women pregnant. He'd told everyone ahead of time that she was off birth control. There was something extra satisfying about releasing yourself inside of a woman who was ripe for pregnancy, especially when there couldn't be any consequences for you. He knew how much everyone would enjoy that, and he'd planned it out as such. She took her first creampie of the evening, the guy bucking into her with increasing wildness until finally he pulled her hips all the way against him, bottoming out against her cervix as he pulsed pearl after pearl of cum onto it. It occurred to Kevin that there was nothing like watching a woman you had affection for, who you knew intimately, whored out to a packed room of men. Filmed for further exploitation around the world. He knew many people couldn't relate to it, or would find it horrifying, but it was the most powerful thrill in the world for him. The very fact that he should hate it so much was what made it perfection. The ultimate taboo. He took his own turn after she'd reached her number 313. He had to relieve himself. She was still on all fours, trailing the cum of ten different men out of her pussy, or letting it rest on her back where they'd pulled out and shot it. No one had used a condom yet. They all wanted those gold crowns. He didn't think she even realized it was him when he slid in. She stayed facing the other way, just waiting to be mounted like a in an alley. What a different fate than what she'd thought this night would have in store for her. He'd felt it many times before, of course, but it still amazed him, feeling the warm, wet silk of her pussy, that this was the same exact sensation she was or would be giving to all these others. That something that seemed so extremely personal and intimate should be exploited on such a scale. He rutted into her, feeling her vaginal muscles flex around his shaft, the slickness of her own abundant wetness as well as the cum of the others who had gone before him lubricating him into a quick and filthy orgasm. He came as deep in her as she could. She never looked back the whole time. He pulled out and looked around at all the watching and waiting faces. It was going to be a good weekend. * Kattie was brought out of her reverie by someone lifting her up. They were moving her to the bed. She was on her back now, her legs spread apart wide at the knees and pushed upward slightly, bringing her pussy into prime fucking position for the next man. "326!" she heard someone call out. She naturally tilted her hips to allow the man to enter her more easily. She wrapped her hands around his back and held him as he began rutting her. It was easier to just embrace them and enjoy it. She was starting to recede back into the depths of her mind when she suddenly noticed who it was mounting her. She'd been avoiding looking at their faces up until now, but he had made sure to make that impossible. Mr. Eckersley, her old gym teacher she'd noticed earlier. She felt her vagina clench up instinctively, in self-defense, but it only served to weakly tighten the clench her pussy was giving his dick. He was leaning his face full over hers, pulling her hair from her face to get a full, unobstructed view of her features, her facial expressions. She couldn't help but lock eyes with him. "This is perfect," he said in a stuttering voice, wracked with sick pleasure. His hot breath wafted over her. She had no choice but to breathe him in. "I always knew you were a little fucking slut, begging for<b> cock. </font></b>I couldn't do anything about it back then without losing my job and going to jail, but I'm so glad you're still giving this tail away. God, you barely look a day older." Kattie wanted to spit in his face, but she found herself doing nothing. She was horrified that he was probably imagining her at 16 years old right now, that he'd thought those things about her back then. Feeling his<b> cock </font></b>easily part the wet folds of her birth canal over and over, plundering the full length of it until his dickhead shoved her cervix time and again, it occurred to her that she had never felt more violated, even after everything she had been through. She felt completely conquered. The world had demanded her complete sexual submission, and she had relinquished it. She hated herself for growing even wetter at this thought. His<b> cock </font></b>was large: thick and long. She hated and loved how completely he filled her, how empty she felt when he pulled out briefly. His belly bumped into the pink, rigid bud of her clitoris with every thrust, sending an electric pulse through her again and again. She hated him, felt utterly demeaned by him, even in this setting, but he was completely controlling her body and mind right now. She felt a terrible orgasm beginning to build within her loins. God, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it in. He was leaning into her ear now, whispering directly into it for only her to hear. "I always knew those rumors about you were true. And now I'm the 326th guy you've let in this little pussy. Nasty girl." He had two fingers in her mouth now, running them across the surface of her tongue, slowly easing them back toward the opening of her throat. She found herself sucking them, despite herself. She wanted to tell him he was an asshole, that those rumors hadn't been true. That she was a good, innocent girl back then. But wouldn't the indignation seem ridiculous now? She was spread eagle for literally anyone to fuck her. Perhaps he'd known her better than she'd known herself at the time. Maybe this was destiny. Everyone who had said those awful things about her back then, who'd destroyed her self-confidence, was proven right in the end. "You always seemed like the type of girl who would take a few hundred cocks one day. 326th to feel this pussy. I'll be sure to come try you again in a couple years, once you've had a couple thousand different cocks in you. See if you feel even more used up then." At that moment she exploded into the screaming orgasm she'd been putting off. Her cunt contracted around the thick, hated<b> cock </font></b>parting it open, and her fluids sprayed out hot and sudden around it. Her legs convulsed and she fell back exhausted, her nails digging into his back. He smiled down at her. "Good girl. I bet you've been creaming for that one for a long time." He had impressive stamina. He'd been fucking her hard, really punishing her pussy, for several minutes already and hadn't cum yet. Suddenly he said, "I've got a surprise for you." Mr. Black was crawling onto the bed now, another of her former teachers who she hated. He had also always treated her like trash, like he really thought she'd blown through the whole football team, and seemed to encourage the boys to treat her that way too. The two of them must have come together. To gangfuck one of their old students together. Mr. Black was just in his boxers, and he pulled his already hard, thick<b> cock </font></b>over the waistband and laid it across her face. "Get to work, sweety," he said. For the next thirty minutes Kattie found herself impaled between her two former teachers, older men she had always been repulsed and felt threatened by. Who had thought of her as an object since before she could legally drive. Finally getting what they wanted from it. They switched from hole to hole, both of them getting a full sampling of her offerings, the whole time raining her with demeaning comments. They spitroasted her, they DP'ed her in her ass and pussy, and then with both in her pussy at once. She sweated and gasped and clenched at this trial, but they were able to succeed. They'd seen it done to her before. Still, she felt as though she'd never been this stretched open before. She thought the rim of her pussy might tear, but it proved resilient as always. The camera crew was, of course, everywhere, capturing this degradation for posterity, in closeups and full context shots. She was sure Mr. Eckersley and Mr. Black would return to this footage ten thousand times over the rest of their lives. No one seemed to want to rush them, everyone apparently amused enough by the spectacle of Kattie servicing two of her highschool teachers to allow them their time. She wanted to clench her holes shut, to block these awful men out of her, but she couldn't. The feeling of being forced open by them like that, with no choice but to let them plow as deep into her as they could, for as long as they wanted, gave her the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt. Why, oh why did her ultimate satisfaction have to come from her own suffering? She loved being completely beholden to these men she despised, forced to give them everything, to be exactly the thing they had always insisted she was. She orgasmed several times during the duration of them fucking her, moaning sharp and shameful as they ravaged her. They sucked her toes and slapped her tits, fingered her asshole when it wasn't in use, or shoved their hands down her throat. They wanted all of her. The utter devastation she knew this scenario would have brought on her younger self caused her to quiver with masochistic pleasure the whole time. To think that her greatest insecurity of her teenage years, that her peers and teachers might think she was an easy slut, was being proved true to them? What would her younger self have thought if she knew that one day her naked body would be lying pinned between the weight of Mr, Eckersley and Mr. Black, taking their disgusting cocks into the deepest parts of her body, giving them both pleasure at once with her soaking wet pussy, her tight asshole? She came yet again, hating and loving the satisfaction she knew she was giving them. She breathed in their pheromones, mixed her sweat with theirs as their bare skin slid together, and moaned in a prolonged wail like someone driven to madness. When they were finally ready to cum they went one by one, each being sure to empty himself into her unprotected pussy. "I hope I'm the one to get you pregnant tonight," Mr. Eckersley whispered as he squeezed his last drop of cum off into the pool that had gathered in the recession around the entrance to her womb, at the far end of her vaginal cavity. "Not that you'll ever know whose it is." Kattie glowed in the lingering effect from this degradation for men 327 through 335. In between these numbers two men fucked her who had already in the past, so no number was added to her ultimate tally. She was becoming cum drunk, slowly submitting to her id. It was around 3 in the morning by the time the pace changed suddenly. Kattie was buzzing from the various drugs and alcohol that had been passed to her through the evening, and her pussy, asshole, and throat all buzzed, not unpleasantly, from the 40 dicks she had taken so far that night, 36 of which were new to her and added to her grand tally. Of these, about 14 had used condoms on her, which had been carefully removed from the cocks once spent and carefully tied off and placed in the fridge, full load of semen still contained within. Just as they'd been directed earlier. Kattie grew queasy at the sight of the growing pile of filled condoms, knowing she would have to reckon with them eventually. She was just sitting there between partners contemplating this when the door to the suite opened and a man entered, trailing a woman behind him. She was dressed scandalously, in 8 inch high-heeled boots and fishnet stockings that went up to torn blue jean shorts that did almost nothing to cover her ass. Her tits were pushed up near to her chin in a tiny top, and she was decked out in thick, nearly over the top makeup. Kattie realized instantly it was a . She glanced about the suite, looking somewhat out of it. She was thin and not unattractive, although the makeup and somewhat ragged appearance hid this fact at first. The guy with her was smiling maliciously. "Destiny here just got done with her shift on the streets," he announced. "I told her I had a special girl here who'd like to clean her up after a hard night's work. Wouldn't you, Kattie?" Kattie swallowed, and felt her pussy shrivel up at the thought of what they were going to make her do with this unclean woman. Then it occurred to her that this was probably no dirtier than she already was. At least most johns used condoms. She clenched her jaw and waited for what would come next. There was just no end to the degradation they wanted for her. |
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Another excellent and detailed part of Katie’s long inevitable descent into oblivion. Like the teachers involvement,a real blow ( if that’s not too painful a word) to what’s left of her self esteem or identity.. No matter how degrading she feels the more wet she gets,i hope the author knows what’s she’s doing…grins…or should that be recalls.. lol A worthy fourth installment Kattie.,.love it….
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Again a most interesting read and very well written story! Chapter #5 promises to be just as good as #4. I'll say if this story continues the path it's currently on.. the wedding will be one riotious affair!, epic even!! Well done little Miss KattieD
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Again a most interesting read and very well written story! Chapter #5 promises to be just as good as #4. I'll say if this story continues the path it's currently on.. the wedding will be one riotious affair!, epic even!! Well done little Miss KattieD
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Beautifully written, look forward to the next episode
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