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Kattie's New Life Begins Chapter 5 Kattie watched as this they'd brought in, "Destiny", got comfortable and took stock of the situation. She'd evidently been informed of the details of the scenario beforehand, because she didn't seem alarmed at the sight of the hundred plus people in the room. She also seemed to have her attention mostly focused on Kattie, a slight smirk of appraisal on her face. She had a feeling the wasn't here to fuck any of the men. No telling how much that would cost them. She was just here to be a further vehicle for Kattie's degradation. The raven-haired was accepting drinks being handed to her. It looked like she was glad to be in this nice penthouse. She was pretty young, skinny, attractive beneath the makeup, but very obviously strung out and unhealthy. This was not a high-dollar escort. She had obviously just got done slinging her pussy on the street for drug money. Kattie could just imagine what they were going to make her do with her. "Clean her up after a hard night's work," they'd said. Destiny had quickly slammed a few shots of liquor, and now straddled Kattie's naked body where she sat on the edge of the bed, her feet crossed as she waited, looking almost bashful in an absurd way. The wrapped her arms, riddled with track marks here and there, around Kattie's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Kattie let the woman stick her tongue down her throat while the viewers around them catcalled. She could taste the smoke and liquor on her breath. The woman was running her fingers and long nails through Kattie's hair, lightly gyrating her groin as she did so. She withdrew her tongue from Kattie's mouth with a little slurp. She sat back, reaching back to undo the tousled, doubled over ponytail that held her black hair in place on top of her head. With a few flicks of her head she sent the hair tumbling loose around her shoulders. Kattie thought of how meticulously she had done up her own hair earlier this evening. How sloppy and wild it must look now, the elaborate Chinese bun undone long ago. How far in the past that carefully chosen outfit seemed now. The only remnant she wore was the black choker. Every single other thing had been stripped from her. The choker, the dark-red finger and toenail polish, and the mostly-worn away makeup were all the difference from the way she had entered the world. The leaned back in for another kiss, then ran her tongue over Kattie's face until she came to the side of her head. She whispered in her ear, her hot breath sending involuntary tingles to the depths of Kattie's crotch. "These men want to see you eat me out, alright honey? It'll be fine. You ever eaten a girl out before?"  She pulled back and looked at her face. Kattie shook her head slowly, a single tear welling unbidden from the corner of an eye. Destiny leaned in and kissed it off of her cheek. She leaned back in. "You'll have fun. I'll be gentle with you. But the guy who brought me here is paying me a lot to have you do everything with me. We're gonna have to get to know each other real well. I don't know what's really going on with you here, but it'll be alright. Alright, baby girl? I'm sorry in advance for some of the stuff he requested. But it's good money for me." With that, she leaned over to her purse and pulled out a handful of used, dangling condoms. They were tied off on the ends, and the reservoir tips were all filled with cum, some filled nearly a quarter of the way up the whole condom. "Adam wanted me to save these for you, baby," Destiny said loudly, for the benefit of the whole room. "I saved 'em for you all day. These were six of my customers today." A chorus of mirthful shock and awe in the crowd. The guy who'd brought Destiny, Adam, said "Tell her about the guys who fucked you today." Destiny shrugged. "Not gonna lie. Typical customers. Four of them were ghetto dudes, black guys. Nothing against them. Two were old, creepy, nasty white guys. But you won't be able to tell the difference from just their cum, will you?" Destiny was waving the foul, limp things in front of Kattie's face, right under her nose. They smelled of latex and unwashed pussy. She stifled a gag. Destiny pulled Kattie's bottom lip down seductively, pushing her lower jaw down, then flicked one of the condoms into her mouth, laying it flat across the surface of her tongue while still gripping the tied off end. "Shut your lips around it, sugar, but don't bite. Be gentle with it. That's right. Clean me off of it. My juices all dried on the outside of these. Make 'em clean as new on the outside." Kattie found herself obeying. The shameful submissive in her just had to obey. She tried not to think about the nature of the warm, squishy object filling her mouth. That it was a thing people wore to protect themselves from what was now on the outer surface of it, the stuff that she was now cleaning off of it with her tongue and saliva. Sucking a 's filth off of a john's used condom. "These have been waiting in my purse all day for you." She clamped her eyes shut and swirled her tongue around, feeling the foul contents of the rubber squirming around inside, jostled between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She tried to think of other things, tried to fight the urge to gag. Soon the condom was withdrawn, her lips instinctively forming a seal around it as it left, squeegeeing her own contaminated saliva back into her mouth. Then came the next condom. She cleaned the dried pussy off the remaining five sealed condoms. She couldn't wrap her head around the filth of what she was doing. She'd had plenty of bare dick in her mouth before, of course, but something about this went beyond the pale. The six still-filled condoms lay out on the floor before the bed, some still gleaming with her spit. Destiny picked one up again. "Now you get what's inside them." Destiny held the first one up to Kattie's mouth and tore a hole in it. Compelled by the inevitability of her fate, Kattie held out her tongue as a landing pad for the stale semen of this random 's earlier customer. Destiny pulled the condom back through two clamped fingers, expelling all of the vile contents out onto Kattie's taste buds. The clumped, room-temperature gelatin covered the surface of her tongue at once. She swallowed it quickly, eager to get the taste away, but still it lingered on - bitter, salty, vaguely metallic. She'd tasted more cum than most women would in a lifetime by now, but the detachment, delay, and crudeness of the source made it seem so much more disgusting now. Once she had squeezed every last conceivable drop from the rubber, Destiny widened the hole and then flipped the condom inside out. She pushed the slime-coated latex inside of Kattie's lips. "Chew it like gum, baby. I need you to clean both sides of that thing off." Kattie subserviently chewed the piece of filth, swishing it around in her mouth and swallowing the resultant saliva until she felt nothing but a clean piece of latex in her mouth. Her head felt hot. She tried to wrap her mind around the reality that she had just sucked clean both sides of the barrier that had separated a drugged-out street from her . She went to spit it out. "No, sweety," Destiny said, placing her hand over Kattie's lips. "I need you to swallow these. You're gonna shit 'em out later. Go ahead, swallow. Just act like it's bubblegum again." She worked up the nerve and did it. What difference did it make? It wasn't so hard once she committed to it. Still, as she felt the unnaturally solid and intact mockery of a food item make its way down her esophagus, she just imagined it, along with the five other condoms she knew she was about to have to empty and swallow, forcing its way through her digestive tract. She pictured herself having to pull some 's used condoms out of her own asshole later, wrenching them out of her rectum like they were tapeworms. "Here," Destiny said. "You do the rest of them yourself." Kattie reluctantly grabbed one of the condoms and popped a hole in one end. She placed her lips around the hole and squeezed all the cum from within, starting at the tip and pulling two fingers down the length of it like she was emptying a yogurt tube. She winced and swallowed the noxious semen. "Now flip it inside out and get every last bit. Then swallow it." Kattie did it. As she slowly chewed the condom and worked up the nerve to swallow it, she watched as two young women watched her in amused horror several feet away, viewing the spectacle through the lenses of their phones. Probably about to send the shocking video to half their friends. Can you believe what this is doing? One of them was named Katherine, a girl Kattie had known pretty well since her time in Boston. Someone she'd thought of as a friend. But now Katherine didn't even make eye contact with her, just laughed and talked about her like she wasn't there. She was reacting to the spectacle of Kattie swallowing a 's used condom that way she might react to the sight of someone eating insects on a game show. It was just a game to them. Four more condoms to go. She fought the rising nausea as she wrung the next condom out onto her tongue. The camera guy was right there, capturing every detail. Kattie couldn't help but imagine everyone back in her hometown, everyone she'd grown up with or known, watching this footage. And they would, of course. They'd revealed that to her tonight. There was no doubt. Everyone knew. Probably everyone would still watch the new stuff, if only to watch a formerly good girl turn her life into an irreversible train wreck. Maybe that was part of the appeal. Certainly all the males she'd known watched. And they would all be seeing this. The lowest of the low. She couldn't look at the camera. She had the third condom in her mouth, chewing it almost philosophically. She swallowed it. As she picked up the fourth condom and emptied the dribbling mess out onto her tongue, she thought again of that camera. Most people in this situation would just kill themselves, she realized. Certainly she'd thought of it, early on. But she'd thought she'd escaped it. Now it was abundantly clear that she hadn't. That she couldn't. But her horror was tempered, as always, by the warmness she felt even now in her crotch. The gratuitous amount of wetness pouring out of her. She would live because her soul thrived on the degradation. She almost felt she had a split personality. There was the normal girl, the one who she'd been her whole life: proper, reserved, shy. And then the girl, buried deep down, who lived to see this other girl destroyed. Who only even reared her head at the darkest, most shameful moments. Who was rising now. Perhaps it was a form of mental self-defense. Kattie guessed it was better for them all to see her like this. Freebase off the humiliation. Punish me with endless exploitation. Beat my pussy up with an endless succession of dicks belonging to judgmental guys who think they are better than me. I will prove them wro... right. She emptied and swallowed the fifth condom almost methodically at this point. She thought she could feel the rubbery lumps congealing together and slowly going down into her stomach. When she reached to finish off the last one, suddenly Adam grabbed her wrist. "Wait. You should take that load in your pussy. Get on your back, bitch." Kattie just obeyed. This situation would be better if she accepted now that she had no autonomy. She lay on her back and spread her legs while Adam popped open the condom. With two fingers on his left hand he parted her labia, then stretched open her actual hole as wide as he could with the fingers. Then he placed the end of the condom into her, stuffing it as deep as he could while still holding the other end, then purged the contents into her. She felt it dribbling in and slowly sliding to the end of her vagina. Adam turned the condom inside out and shoved the whole thing up her pussy. "I'll make sure it really gets in there," he said. He opened a fresh condom and put it on, apparently unwilling to go bareback in the filth he had just caused, and then slid his cock into Kattie's conquered cunt. She felt his dickhead push the used condom all the way back to her cervix. He gave her several deep thrusts, holding her thighs wide apart so as to give himself the best depth access. His cock must have been eight inches or more, and he had no trouble pinning the loose condom and its anonymous cum back against the sensitive entrance to her womb while he fucked her. "Yeah, I want you to get this random john's cum all in there," he muttered down into her face. "Destiny! Time for you to sit on her face." Destiny dropped her tiny shorts and peeled off her thong while the bemused crowd watched. She crawled on the bed and swung one leg over Kattie's head, holding her pussy above her face. Kattie looked up and saw that Destiny had the flat end of a plug of some sort sticking out of her vagina. "Adam paid me extra to let my last customer of the day go bareback in me. His cum's still in there for you. Pretty fresh, barely an hour old." With that, she popped the small plug out. Immediately, a warm rope of jizz fell out and onto Kattie's lips. Before she had time to react, Destiny sat down, pressing her cum-covered snatch into Kattie's mouth. The familiar taste of salty, bitter semen filled her senses, along with the new experience of Destiny's musky, sweaty vagina. Kattie had never done anything with a girl before, let alone eaten one out. She'd never had an interest in it. And now her first time was having a 's unwashed pussy smeared across her face. How had it come to this? Destiny ground her vulva all over Kattie's face, smearing the leaking cum up over her nose, her cheeks, gliding all over. Then back to the mouth. "Lap it out of her," Adam commanded, still laying between her legs, giving her his dick, fucking the other used condom into her. Kattie pointed her tongue out, making it long and narrow, and stuck it into Destiny's vagina. She was surprised at how sharp and acidic it tasted. She curled her tongue back toward her mouth as best she could, fishing any remnants of semen out. It was still warm, incubated by Destiny's cunt. Kattie swallowed as she worked, now working her lips, kissing the other woman's vulva, sucking her labia. Destiny ground into her face hard, seeming legitimately enthusiastic about it. Suddenly she switched around to face the other way, and lowered her asshole onto Kattie's lips. "Clean that off for me too, slut." Kattie didn't even bother resisting. She knew resistance was not allowed for her. And did she even want to? Was it not better to find some worth in appeasing the endless depraved fantasies of men? She ran the tip of her tongue in a circle around the wrinkled little rim of the 's anus, then began essentially making out with it as Destiny pressed more of her weight down onto her face. Finally Adam began thrusting harder, short brutal jerks, and groaned as he filled his condom inside her. Destiny swung off of Kattie, leaving a mess of semen and grool and ass sweat covering her face. Kattie looked around into the lenses of all the cellphones surrounding her, recording. She could only imagine what a sight she was. Adam pulled out and slowly slid the condom off of his cock, careful not to spill a single drop. She could still feel the other loose condom wadded up in a ball near her cervix. Adam pulled her upright and held his own soiled condom near her face. "Open up. But don't swallow this yet." Kattie methodically extended her tongue for him to empty his hot crud onto it. He had really made a lot. She tried to form her tongue into a bowl shape to prevent any from spilling. "Destiny, you know what to do." The scooted over and wrapped her hands around Kattie's head then leaned in for a pantomime of a sensual kiss. She placed her upper lip as far back on Kattie's tongue as she could and pulled all of the cum into her own mouth. When she leaned in with her full mouth for another kiss, Kattie knew what she was expected to do. They kissed back and forth several times, transferring the wad of cum into the other's mouth each time. The load seemed to be growing each time, as more and more of their saliva was added to it. On the fifth pass Destiny raised up slightly above Kattie and drizzled the frothy white slime down into her open mouth, slowly spitting it out in a long, hanging wad. "Gargle it!" someone shouted. Kattie turned, expressionless, and held her mouth open wide for the camera, revealing the foul mixture filling her whole mouth, and gargled it up in great white bubbles. Some of it boiled out and spilled down her chin, but Destiny was quick to lick it up and spit it back into her mouth. "That's a good girl. You can swallow it now." She forced it down. It had become quite a mouthful. It must have been at least half composed of her own and Destiny's saliva at that point. Destiny licked all around Kattie's mouth and lower face with a fully extended tongue, making sure any surplus cum was cleaned up in an exaggerated fashion. "Now you can have my condom," Adam said, pressing the limp thing between Kattie's lips. "Go ahead and down it. How many condoms can someone eat without having to go to the hospital?" he asked to the room, provoking a big chuckle. No one actually cared about the answer, apparently. Kattie worked up more saliva to help it go down, then swallowed it. "Now let's get the last one out of you. Come with me." He pulled her to her feet and led her through the crowd, back to the kitchen. Nearly every hand they passed reached out to give her a grope. "Squat down on the linoleum there and force that thing out." Kattie crouched down as told, uncertain. Faces leered down at her, sipping beer, watching with detached amusement. She squatted on the balls of her feet and strained down on her pelvic muscles, making her vagina and asshole bulge slightly. The condom was pretty deep in there, but hopefully gravity would help it make its way down. She perched there awkwardly before her audience, balancing herself with her fingertips as her sweaty toes slid in a slight half-circle on the cool tile, bearing down, trying to force the soiled latex out of herself. She couldn't tell if she was making progress. She slid a finger up her slick hole but couldn't yet reach the condom. She made the mistake of looking up. On one of the big TVs on the wall, someone had navigated to some porn website where there were already videos of this night uploaded. She saw the titles "Desperate webslut Kattie Duval lets former high school teachers fuck her" and "Disgraced public Kattie Duval opens her holes for all again." She glanced into the lens of the big camera before returning her gaze back to her toes. She could only imagine what they'd capture this scene. She again reached her middle finger deep into her vagina, and this time managed to hook the condom and pull it out. "Eat it!" someone yelled. Of course. She plopped the thing into her mouth and, taking an open beer someone handed her, swished it down like the others. She plopped down on her ass to recover briefly, but soon enough more hands were grabbing her, pulling her elsewhere. Destiny was lying on her back on the bed, stark naked, her legs spread slightly. Kattie was lifted off of her feet and made to lie face down on top of the , their flesh pressed together. Destiny wrapped her hands around Kattie's head and pulled her in for a lengthy kiss, pressing her tongue into her mouth. Some new guy positioned himself behind them, condom on. Kattie prepared herself for him to penetrate her, but found that he began fucking Destiny instead, his dick entering her pussy just inches below where her own rested. Destiny moaned as the guy fucked her, her tongue vibrating in Kattie's mouth. He pounded into her hard enough to shake the both of them, going at it for some time. "Damn you get wet for a ," he said. Before Kattie quite realized what was happening, the guy had pulled out of Destiny and immediately switched to Kattie's pussy, mere inches away, sliding into her wet mess easily, his latexed cock already covered in Destiny's wetness. Kattie instinctively recoiled slightly. "Oh, we're sharing our juices, babe," Destiny purred in her ear. The guy fucked Kattie for a minute or two before switching back to Destiny's pussy. He kept on, switching back and forth between the two well-used cunts about once every thirty seconds, indiscriminately sharing the two women's vaginal discharge with each other. Kattie hated her body for making it so easy for him. She was pouring. The idea of this guy going deep in a 's pussy, and then inserting that fresh slime and bacteria directly into her own pussy horrified her. Combining their vaginal flora. She might as well be sharing a vagina with her at this point. A woman off the street. Who knew what diseases she might have? It quickly occurred to her that she was no cleaner than this woman to begin with. Probably worse. At least hookers usually used condoms. How many strangers had already buried their unprotected cocks in her own pelvis tonight? Forty? At least 's made money. Had something to show for it. All Kattie had to show for it was how much more of a slut she was than she'd previously been. Soon the guy had cum while inside her, then he pulled the condom off and tied the end of it before placing it in the fridge with the existing collection, saved for her for later. At least they hadn't made her swallow it. Someone had offered Kattie some more drinks, and she'd quickly pounded them down. Her head was swimming. She became aware that she and Destiny were scissoring now, grinding their bare, shaved pussies together, slathering their mutual girl-cum up into a joint froth that bridged between them in narrow streaks whenever they briefly pulled apart. Their clits finding a mutually satisfying pressure upon one another. Destiny had taken one of Kattie's feet and plopped it into her mouth while they scissored, sucking her big toe, now trying to seductively kiss the ball of her foot. She seemed well fucked up, too. Their position naturally placed each others' feet near the other's face. In response to a general cheering encouragement she heard somewhere in the vicinity, Kattie began sucking the 's toes as well. Why not. She cradled the shapely foot in both hands, running her tongue up the arch, wrapping her lips around her heel, while Destiny did much the same to hers. Still their pussies ground together. It was a new experience for her, but how much worse could her range of experience really get? Why not this? Having lesbian sex with a , but only for the pleasure of the men watching. The room was slightly spinning now. She didn't know how long they'd been going at it. Destiny was standing up now. "I've got to go soon," she heard her saying. Kattie's pussy tingled from the stimulation it was suddenly missing - the tiny amount of stubble on the other woman's labia had rubbed her own smooth mound into a red, slightly irritated state. Voices clamored for specific requests. "No, I've been here too long already. Ray Ray's gonna wonder where the hell I been. You've got more than your money's worth." Someone handed her a bill and pointed at Kattie, a mischievous grin on his face. Destiny shrugged. "Alright, last thing." They pulled Kattie to the floor and Destiny squatted over her, grabbing her head by the hair, most of the gentleness she'd shown earlier gone now. "Put your nasty lips around it, bitch," she said. "And drink it when it comes out. Don't let any spill on the floor." With that, the unleashed a stream of hot piss directly into Kattie's mouth. Kattie gulped it as it came out, quickly so as not to choke on it, but still some ran out of the corners of her mouth. She had forgotten how hot fresh piss was. She tried to ignore her reflex to gag, trying to avoid dwelling on the fumes rising into her nose. Soon the finished up, pausing for a moment with her cunt still hovering over Kattie's open mouth, letting the last few dribbles of piss fall in. She grabbed a handful of Kattie's golden hair and ran it through her pussy, drying the piss off. "Thanks, potty mouth," she said, then stood up and began collecting her garments while the room applauded. "Here," Kevin said, holding forth the pile of nice clothing Kattie had started the night in. "You two look about the same size. Why don't you take Kattie's clothes? And if she ever puts clothes back on she can wear what you arrived in." Destiny contemplated this offer for a moment, then agreed. "Alright, my shift's over anyway. And I bet her clothes are a good bit more expensive than mine anyway." Kattie watched in detachment as this put on the entire outfit that she had selected for this night, a night that she thought was going to be so special. She took everything - her bra, her lacy panties, the dress and her heels. The 's uniform was left in a pile on the floor for her - thong, torn fishnet stocking, tiny top, super tall heels. She couldn't possibly bring herself to wear all that. She would look ridiculous. Destiny finished up putting Kattie's clothes on, smoothing out the wrinkle in the black dress and admiring herself in a wall mirror. "Here," said Kevin, "take this for a tip as well." He bent down next to Kattie and grabbed her left hand. He wriggled her diamond ring back and forth until it slid over her knuckle and off of her finger. He got up and slid it onto Destiny's hand. "Do with it as you will," he told her. Destiny admired the ring, holding her hand out at arm's length. She winked, blew a sarcastic kiss to Kattie, then turned and left the suite. Kattie watched her go, feeling as if she was not only walking off with her clothes but her whole life, her hopes of a good future. She looked down at the blank spot on her finger. She just felt empty, she didn't think she could even cry anymore. Kevin was standing over her, leering down at her. She could see an erection visible through his pants. Getting off on furthering her degradation. "Did you buy that ring just to fuck with me?" she asked him in a small voice, looking up from her crumpled position on the floor. He seemed to think for a second. "I guess so. I guess I didn't actually consider there being any possibility of us staying together after this weekend. It looked good on you for a few hours though. It's nice to imagine what you would be like and look like if you got to be a normal, monogamous house wife. But we all know that's not in the cards for your future. Dick, lots of dick is however." As if to punctuate his point, she suddenly felt a hard cock lightly slapping the side of her face. She turned, and saw two new guys standing above her with dumb looks on their faces, cocks out, slowly pumping them in anticipation of using her holes. She looked around the room at the crowd of horny, zoned in, uncaring men. This would be her life. She had been an idiot to think that she had, or could, escape it. She had been thrown to the sharks, and it could never be undone. Something in her broke then. She had been broken many times before during her prolonged odyssey of sexual humiliation, but she had always healed back, somehow, always regained some vestige or hope of recovering agency in her life, of some degree of restored dignity. Now she knew she was only hurting herself every time she allowed some hope. What Kevin had said should seal it. She would never be special to someone. She would never have true love. How could she? She would only be a host of three warm, wet holes for a man - any man - to use frivolously. Physical love only. As she turned and gripped both of the cocks above her at the bases of their shafts, one in each hand, and began giving each the use of her mouth in turn, she told herself to quit trying to be more than just holes. If she fought it, it would only hurt more the next time she's reminded. These men had a right to her holes. They had a right to ejaculate on her, or in her. To make her consume their bodily fluids. Whatever they wanted. They had a right to document every inch of her body in detail, to spread the pictures, along with her name and personal info, to the far corners of the earth. Everyone she'd ever known, former classmates, friends, teachers, even family, had a right to humiliate her, to find pleasure at her expense. By the time the two guys had had enough of her mouth and switched to getting their cocks between her legs, her cunt was so soaked that it easily provided lubrication for both itself and her asshole, her juices having been smeared all over her nether-regions. They double-fucked her with her lying sandwiched between them on the floor, while a third guy took his place at her mouth. Yes, use me. I'm worthless. A new wave of destruction. The gathered men seemed as intent on that as they were on taking physical pleasure for themselves. Destroy her body. Destroy her soul. It was late enough that people were well and truly loose now, drunk or on some form of drug. Half the guys in the room had their pants off now. As the guys in her holes finished up and were replaced by three others, Kattie looked up at the sea of cocks waiting for her, most of them being slowed jerked off as they watched the show, saw the goods they were here for get put to use, warmed up for them. There were large cocks, normal cocks, a few small ones here and there. Some were uncut, some curved slightly. A few were as thick as a soda can, inflamed veins running their length. White cocks, darker cocks. Every one of them would end up inside her. Her lone cunt or ass or mouth would become the temporary home, the full world of sensation, for this full range of dick. It was her duty to get the cum out of every one of those ballsacks. They were getting quicker and dirtier with it. Guys were lined up, pantless, hard cocks in hands, ready to step in as soon as the guy in front of them came. They contorted her whichever way was easiest for them to get three cocks in her at once. There wasn't a ten second window where she had an empty hole. Most guys finished in about three minutes, but others took longer, and some, the more excited and inexperienced ones, were barely able to give five pumps after feeling that warm, gooey mess of a cunt wrap itself around their cocks before they added their own load to it.  Only about one in three guys used a condom. Those that did dutifully came in it, pulled it off, and then tied the end before placing it in the tray in the fridge. Kattie didn't even have time to dwell on that looming prospect, so pummeled by dick she was. The camera crew were always near the action, two cameras covering the full range of close up and wide shots. Kevin also seemed to stay near the action, giving lewd commentary or encouragement. He frequently encouraged guys to try multiple holes, and more than once said that her mouth should mostly be used for "warm up" and that it didn't really count toward her tally unless you used her pussy or ass. He would keep her apprised of her ever-growing "number" each time a new cock got between her legs.  "Alright, there's Mr. 356! No condom, that's a gold badge on the forums for you! Mr. 357 in the ass, nice." At one point he leaned down near her ear while she was sandwiched on all fours between two guys, and whispered in her ear. "360 guys you've fucked in your life, now. Not even counting the dicks you've sucked or the guys who've cum on you. Never mind the millions of people online who probably know what your spread cunt looks like better than you do. How's it feel?" The guy drilling her asshole pulled out with a grunt and shot his load all up her back. He jerked himself off as the last few drops of cum trickled out onto her. Another guy immediately replaced him, sliding the whole length of his cock easily into her prepared rectum. "Make that 361," Kevin continued. Kattie couldn't even look at him or respond; her nose was currently buried in some guy's pubic hair who was deepthroating her windpipe. "I set this up for you because I knew it's what you really needed. Maybe it wasn't what you thought you wanted, but I hope to help you realize this is your true calling. 361 guys who you've given everything to, and counting. You don't have anything special to offer any single guy anymore. You're past that. Why did you even fool yourself into thinking you did?" The guy she was laying on top of started bucking her harder, reaching orgasm. She felt his hot cum splashing against the entrance to her womb. After a moment he pulled out with a wet plop and slid out from under her. The guy who had been fucking her throat took his place, everyone taking a minute to let Kattie situate herself on top of this new guy. 362. "You're not a one man kind of girl," Kevin continued. "You can't be, and that's beautiful. You thought you wanted to get one dick tonight. But look how many dicks you ended up getting to please. How many men you will get to share yourself with. This is better for you isn't it? Give your love to all of us. You're not going to get married like you thought, but in a way, you get to be the bride of each man here." She pictured what she must look like to everyone else right now. Three guys stuffing her airtight, with her hands wrapped around two other cocks standing on either side of her. He was right. She could never be marriage material to anyone ever again. Five cocks on her at this moment.  Who knows how many more waiting. She tried to push away the thoughts that kept trying to surface. The remnants of her pride. Can't let that even attempt to resurface. It would only make it harder. She focused on the sick, white-hot thrill of being so utterly dominated. Her entire life and future had been dismantled so that people could get off on her humiliation. Just accept it; let everyone know in the ultimate act of submission that they all had won, and she had lost. She flexed her holes around the cocks forcing her open. Use me like I'm meat. Just meat that happens to have a name, that had pathetically dressed nice this evening and tried to look pretty, for "the one". A conceit that was totally, and rightly, crushed. The night continued, growing ever wilder and sloppier as the congregants consumed more substances, or were spurred on by their mounting desires. Someone offered Kattie two small, colorful tablets that they said were ecstasy. She down them both with a swig of beer. Soon after this a bump of white powder went up one of her nostrils. It didn't matter. Whatever helped. Kattie was on her back now on a table, her pussy hanging off the end for easy access. Guys went up one by one, stood at the head of the table and slid into her warm mess. Cocks circled her face, swatting at her or plunging into her mouth, each vying for attention.  Hands groped her tits. Plenty of guys were now going up and just shooting their loads off onto her face, evidently no longer able to wait through the line of dudes awaiting her cunt. They'd surely be ready to go again when their turn came, but for now, some relief. She licked any cum off her face that her tongue could reach. When she turned her head globs of it would slide off the side into her hair, leaving a glistening trail where it had been. Cum on her tits, on her belly where some guys chose to pull out of her pussy and shoot it. Kattie could feel her heart beating harder now as the drugs began to really kick in. Her face felt hot. She suddenly felt incredible at the center of this attention, feeling all these hands on her, the dick plunging into her crotch. She reached out and grabbed two cocks on either side of her, marveling at the hardness, at how they felt in her hands. Conduits of sensation at the ends of their bodies, meeting with her own in an electric coupling. She turned her head and eagerly swallowed the cock there, trying to push her face as far onto it as she could. It seemed a sudden privilege to her to have this bounty of cock. She tried to spread her legs wider, pulling her knees further apart. She wanted the guy in her to reach even deeper, and she told him so. The surrounding guys gave a laugh. This must have been the first time she had really spoken to any of them that night. Prior to this no one had really addressed her either, other than to hurl derision at her. Most people just ignored her as a person, focusing only on her holes, perhaps speaking to others as they fucked her, like she wasn't even there. She was just an object to them. "The pussy." To have her suddenly engage them back verbally must have been surprising. "Fuck me deep," she said, unable to help herself. "Get every bit of yourself in me." Her eyes rolled back in her head. She took her hands and rubbed the semen on her face into her skin, relishing the slimy texture. Condensed filth, all for her. She slid a glob up from her chest and ate it off of her finger. In that moment she felt she wanted the cum of every man on the earth. She thought of the platter of filled condoms awaiting her in the fridge with a sudden thrill. A new cock slipping in aided by the abundance of cum already present between her labia. "373!" she heard someone announce. She didn't know what time it was, and she didn't care. She knew there was still a lot more cock in her immediate future. Spurred on by the X she had taken, she felt thankful for what was coming to her in that moment. She waved her arms in slow arcs on the table above her head like she was making a snow angel, enthralled even by the feel of the wood on her sweaty arms. She wrapped her sweaty palms around two dicks standing to the sides, running her thumbs up under the frenulums under their glans, up to the twin beads of precum oozing from the swollen heads. She hungrily shoved one into her mouth, licking the salty drippings, then turning and doing the same to the other. She couldn't wait to have these inside her pussy too. She opened herself up, feeling something else release internally. The full world of sensation could freely enter and exit her. She was one with this world. She was the goddess of it, of carnality. There was nothing conceivable in the perverted minds of men that she would not willingly do in that moment. She hoped they were inviting more of their friends. Why not? She could take it. She could take them all. She became acutely aware of the cameras again. She felt glorious being documented by them right now, a prisoner of and currently willful participant in her own degradation. She looked deep into the camera and commentated her own degeneracy, telling it and all the people watching how badly she deserved to be treated. She had the odd clarity for an instant to know that her current enthusiasm was just a product of drugs and helplessness, and that hours or days in the future she would probably still think back on her words with incredible remorse and repulsion. But for now, that didn't matter. She still heard herself saying the things. In fact, she felt bizarrely spurred on by this fact, so far into the depths of depravity in that moment that she had a masochistic urge to harm her future self the most she could, almost like these two temporal existences of hers were not connected. The knowledge that this footage, her words here, would follow and haunt her for the rest of her life, suddenly gave her an enormous rush. The famous slut known as Kattie Duval deserved to have these words follow her and have consequences for her forever. It's what the world expected of her, either way. "I deserve to be getting fucked like this every day," she croaked wantonly into the lens. "Put me in my place if I ever act like I'm not just a slut. If you know me or see me, force me to suck your cock." She could just imagine herself seeing this clip again later and wanting to die. In her current exhausted, drug-addled state, this image seemed funny to her. That bitch deserved it. She deserved it. She wanted to say the worst things she could think of. She wanted to get some pleasure from the sadism like everyone else got. It just so happened to be sadism toward her future self. "Take everything from me. I don't deserve to wear clothes. Don't let me go a day without reminding me that this is what I am." 375 was entering her pussy now, apparently. Someone over his shoulder was sucking her big toe where her foot dangled up in the air. She scrunched the smaller toes against his cheek, trying to reciprocate something, to acknowledge him. "I want to wake up in a different guy's bed every morning," she said, as a cumshot from someone landed right across her left eye. She clamped it shut. "After having fucked him and all his friends the night before. I don't deserve my own place. Pass me around and let me live off cock charity. Please, no one ever hire me for a real job. I should have to suck dick and give out my holes to earn my keep." The guy in her pussy came suddenly, violently, and as she felt his warm jism fill her cunt, she began orgasming with him, crying out for the whole room to hear. * Kevin stood watching this latest outburst in some amazement. It was obvious that she was saying these things as some kind of self-defense mechanism, something to get her through the onslaught, but it was still a sight to see. The pace had picked up quite a bit from earlier in the night, and people were getting sloppier. So many guys had gone that he found himself floating around the periphery of the fuck-puddle, verifying with the guys next in line that they were just getting their first go, and that they'd never fucked her at some previous time. Getting her tally accurate seemed important to him. He wanted the world to know exactly how much of a she really was; no fudging the numbers. He looked around at the motley assemblage. The freaks were gearing up now. There were of course plenty of normal people in the crowd, but it seemed like at least half of the people present were weirdos. Outcasts. People who didn't mind having their picture taken, face visible, while they fucked her. They wanted proof of their conquest, that they had taken a part in the dismantling of the famous webslut. They were guys who probably didn't really get laid that often, and certainly never got a chance to fuck a girl who looked like Kattie. He was sure most of them were from the forums. Real dedicated perverts. Many of them had probably driven hundreds of miles to be here. A lot of them probably resented women, and this was their chance to put one in her place. The fact that this was the kind of guy Kattie was having to spread her legs for just made it that much more demeaning, that much more perversely hot. While they waited their turn, watching Kattie take yet another dick, Kevin overheard a couple of them openly philosophizing about the situation, mostly reflecting his own thoughts on the matter. "I've always found gangbangs to be hotter with just the one girl," one of them was saying to his friend, both of them tugging absent-mindedly at their dicks. "Multiple girls never did it for me. Divides it up too much. The whole thing that's hot about the gangbang is seeing how ruined, how nasty, a single girl can get. And Kattie here is about as nasty as they come. I'm so glad I found out about this shit." "Me too, man," the other said. "It doesn't even make sense. I'm going to be following this slut for years online. Maybe I can make it back to the next one of these. Where do you think this ends up? She just keeps fucking different guys forever?" "I mean, I figure she just about has to. This shit is so well-documented. Her name is out there everywhere. You can't really come back from that. You definitely can't get a real job. Maybe she'll become a ." "Why pay for this though when anybody can just get it for free?" They both laughed at that. "I just hope the fanbase keeps spreading. Need people out there everywhere to keep tabs on her, keep us all up to date. See how low she goes. How many guys she's fucked ten years from now. It's perfect because she's hot, but doesn't look like a slut. Makes it that much better knowing she's actually the biggest you've ever heard of." They were maybe five feet away from her, but talking about her like she wasn't even there. She didn't seem to hear them, though, or at least she didn't acknowledge it. The X seemed to have really kicked Kattie's normally deeply suppressed appetite for sexual destruction into overdrive. Every time I different guy came inside of her now, she loudly orgasmed along with him, time after time after time. She pulled them deeper into her with her heels wrapped around their asses, and stared deep into their eyes as they unloaded inside of her, her moans coming in staggered, halting gasps as the pleasure ripped through her body, emanating from her well-used groin. 388, 389. A few guys came up and stood near her face now and shot their thick loads all right onto her eyes, one after the other, so much that the cum became pooled up deeply in the recesses of her eye sockets. Two milky, white-yellow pits now stood where a minute before her brown eyes had peered up through long black lashes at her endless suitors, jiggling in their shallow vessels each time the guy in her cunt at the moment thrust forward. She made no effort to remove the foul stuff submerging her eyes. He suddenly thrust forward so hard that half the cum jostled up out of the sockets and rolled up her forehead into her hair. Her eyelashes now poked back through the mess, askew like lightning-blackened trees in a blasted wasteland.  "Thank you," she kept repeating. "I'm your cumwhore. I'm your fucking cumwhore. Give me your cum." So depraved and desperate did she seem in that moment that Kevin almost had a flickering feeling of guilt. It soon passed as he saw the cameras taking closeup footage of this spectacle, and the thought that this clip, like all the others, would follow her for the rest of her life sent him back into an intoxication of cruel lust. 393, 394. He didn't even know how long they'd been going at this point. The only numbers that mattered to him were the numbers for that cunt. 394 different cocks and counting. What a crazy number. He imagined his sister having been with that many guys, or any girlfriend prior to Kattie. The level of promiscuity would sicken and infuriate him. It was exactly why it was so thrilling to him. To ruin this girl so completely, so permanently. Having dated her for the past year, gotten to know her so well, so intimately, only made this experience that much more surreal, more exhilarating. He knew this shouldn't be happening. Not to Kattie. And that was precisely what made it so alluring. 395. He saw her completely awash in it now, mired in drugs and alcohol and her own cyclone of insecurity and lust and self-hate. She was cum drunk. God how they had broken down the healing pride of the girl who had walked into this suite several hours ago. Her ego was gone. She knew only she had to please others. She bucked passionately and fully into her partners. She wiped the cum from her skin and slid it into her mouth, seeming to truly relish the taste and texture. She had reached the point of such saturated filth that it couldn't get any worse. Might as well enjoy it. Whatever comes later comes. She seemed to know there was no escape, mentally or physically. She was opened up to the dick, knowing she had no choice but to fuck it all. Her juices ran freely between her legs, along with the utter mess of semen inside of her and all over her. Number 398 stood between her legs, running the tip of his rigid dick up and down her crevice, collecting the various forms of natural lubrication that seeped from it. Then he slipped quite easily into her asshole, within a couple strokes completely bottoming out in it. Then he hooked two fingers, then a third, into her vacant pussy. Kevin watched in slight amazement as this guy worked his hand in deeper until he had his pinky and then the tip of his thumb inside her as well. She didn't even fight it. Her hips were grinding in small circles. "Hope you guys don't mind if I stretch her out a little bit," he called over his shoulder. The range of wickedly grinning faces and stroked cocks back there told him they supported him. With a final push his entire fist disappeared in her pussy. Her inner labia expanded to swallow the widest part of his hand, then closed back up some to hug his wrist. He pumped his fist in her while he fucked her ass, sometimes pulling his hand back out to the widest point, causing her cunt to splay open obscenely, like she was about to give birth. Then he would ram it back in, as far as he could, then opening his fingers up inside of her to feel around in there, poking at the ring in the middle of her cervix with the tip of one finger, testing if he could make any kind of entry even there. He soon gave up this venture, but not before making her feel more fully violated than she ever had. Still her body creamed at his invasive touch. The next two guys followed his lead, the sight of her battered, slightly gaping red pussy evidently seeming more appropriate for a fist now instead of a dick. When the last of these two, Mr. 400, got his cock into her asshole, a small cry of mock celebration went up for this milestone in her life, and someone poured a shot of liquor into her mouth with little warning. She was soon moved from the table and relocated to the floor of the common area, guys moving the coffee table out of the way to make room. She flopped down onto the shag rug there, her world reeling, looking up at all the still-waiting cocks. With more room to operate, the guys really swarmed her now. The somewhat orderly one-by-one that had been the main method earlier was now replaced by guys getting in any way they could, always multiple at once. In addition to the cocks inside of her at any given moment, there was also a constant wash of hands groping every spare inch of her flesh, slapping her tits, hands reaching into her throat, cocks in her hands, or slapping her forehead, mouths sucking her toes. Kevin found it a little more difficult to keep track of her body count in the melee, but he managed. Two guys sandwiched her between them on the floor and both got their cocks into her pussy at once, it still being stretched from the fisting. Both of the guys were above average in size. Kevin watched as her vagina stretched even wider than it had for the fists, straining to accommodate that amount of dick. Someone else came forward with a dildo they'd brought, and forced it to the hilt in her asshole, leaving all the holes between her legs stuffed and stretched to the max. Most of the people here had shown up knowing the backstory, wanting to take part in it. They'd had two weeks notice. Enough time for the truly dedicated to get here. Kevin loved the relish with which they fucked her. Many of them had been following her story online for some time, so to them it was somewhat personal. It was becoming obvious that many of them had brought a laundry list of specific things they wanted to do to her. Some seemed to pay particular attention to her feet, or to playing with her asshole with their fingers while they fucked her doggy style. Some deepthroated her until she retched all over their balls. Many fisted her. Some spat in her face. Just a panoply of utter degradation. She kept her legs spread wide for them and took it all, contorting however her partners at that moment wanted her. One guy waiting his turn was debating with his friends whether or not he should use a condom. The others were egging him on to go all the way, but he seemed to be hesitating. "Who knows how many diseases she might have, man. I don't know." "No one's reported getting one from her yet, dude!" another scoffed. "Besides, most of these dudes here are probably virgins. They're not bringing anything." They all laughed at that. "Bro, go big or go home," another said. "You're here. You might as well get that gold crown. That's the real deal. You want to be able to say you really felt her from the inside. It's a status symbol, man, don't miss your opportunity. You can get a steroid shot tomorrow if you're really worried." "Fuck it," the guy said, and tossing the condom aside, slid into her pussy bareback, pushing a thick welter of cum he'd displaced out of it. The others cheered and clapped him on the back. A pimple-faced 18 year old she had worked at the clothing shop in Boston fucked her. She'd barely even spoken to him before, but he was here to lose his virginity to her, he told Kevin. He lay between her legs, face to face with her as he entered. His cock was narrow but long, and was so hard that it seemed to be actually bouncing with excitement. He let out an ugly gasp when he fully entered her. Her face burned red with humiliation. Within a few pumps he had emptied himself in her, his cum spurting out hot and substantial against her cervix, his dickhead already kissing her womb when he released. He awkwardly leaned down and kissed her lips before pulling out. By around 6:30 he noticed light at the rim of the sky. She was up to 423 cocks now, and the action seemed to be slowing somewhat, for now. There were still plenty of people around, although some had cleared out, but many who hadn't had a turn yet were passed out on the couches around the suite. Some drunk girl was squatting down near Kattie's face where she lay on the floor with a guy between her legs. "Is that pussy not tired yet?" she asked, loud and obnoxious. "I don't know how you keep going. It's a lot of exercise for a pussy to get a hundred plus cocks off. Or however many you've fucked tonight. But I guess you're not a normal girl, anyway." Kattie ignored her, like she didn't even hear her. The girl looked up at her friends where they drunkenly gawked and laughed with her, then opened a condom that was laying on the ground, placed her hand in it like it was a glove, then scooped up a huge wad of cum from Kattie's belly and chest and slid it up to her face, smearing it all over her features until her whole face was covered in a thick coating of the stuff. "Here you go, girl," her tormentor said with disdain. "You look better with your makeup on." The cum jiggled on Kattie's face as the guy inside of her continued pounding away, uninterrupted by this spectacle. The real makeup she had started the night with had long ago been fucked away, her carefully applied lipstick, mascara, and fake eyelashes all smeared away in a tide of sweat, cum, and saliva. By cock 428 he decided it was time to call a recess. Kattie was borderline non-responsive now, and he wanted her to be cognizant of what was happening to her. Everyone else seemed fairly exhausted too. "Alright, everyone," he announced. "We're going to take a break. Kattie's up to 428 unique partners now. She was at 302 when she came into this room. That means we've put 126 new cocks in her in the last seven hours. That's no small feat. Let's give it up for her, and for all of you!" Everyone gave a round applause, some of it genuine, some of it mocking. Kattie looked around at all of them blearily. "You're welcome to stay here if you want," Kevin continued. "Or you can come back later. As you know we've got this penthouse rented through the weekend, and I intend to make full use of it. Our starlet needs some rest though. Luckily, she's way ahead of pace to reach 500 partners by the end of this weekend. In fact, I bet we could go quite a bit beyond that number. Please stick around or come back, and bring friends and anyone else you can find. Let's see how slutty we can get her!" Everyone milled about after this, deciding what to do. Some people were already passed out in various places. Kattie was now sprawled out on the floor, nearly unconscious, her legs spread slightly to keep her sore pussy lips from chafing together. A milky white stream ran from out of her hole. "Someone help me lift her up," Kevin called. "Remember, she's still got an ever-growing pile of filled condoms in that fridge she has to empty later. Don't miss it." He grabbed her by her wrists and someone else grabbed her ankles, and they carried her into the bedroom and flopped her on the bed. She seemed to immediately or already be asleep. Kevin went and collapsed on one of the armchairs in the lounge, exhausted himself. He saw through the door back into the bedroom that some guy was outfitting Kattie's pussy and asshole with large dildos to fill her while she slept. He felt another twinge in his pants. He knew the idea of someone doing that to his girlfriend should send him into a rage. But of course it was nothing compared to all he had subjected her to tonight. He felt a flash of guilt, again, but it quickly subsided, as it always did. Of course she wouldn't be his girlfriend anymore after this weekend. He wasn't sure what would happen to her. Blood filled his head and his vision clouded over slightly. It didn't matter. If she would be with one guy other than him, she might as well be with a thousand. He checked the forums on his phone. They were going crazy. Many were lamenting their absence, or discussing the feasibility of getting plane tickets in time to still catch the tail end. They were often reassured that there would be more opportunities in the future. Kevin looked around one last time at the three dozen or so people who were sticking it out, wondering how many would be coming back, how many new people would arrive. 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Wow…..just WOW…..how the author has time to do normal stuff like work shop eat fuck is a mystery when she produces such high quality “fiction” Each new episode just raises the bar and hooks the reader further into his ringside seat to view her depravity,. Kattie surely can’t get any lower can she? i mean what’s lower than sucking a prostitutes worn raddled cunt?,, I think we may find out…. Excellent Kattie….just EXCELLENT WORK…
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truly perfect, you write with a passion for this that is evident excellent erotic work keep it up i say
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I luv girls that lick pussy while takin iT up her ass & are into impact play!
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WOW!! That was a great read.. again you have outdone yourself!! I wasn't sure where this story would go and that is never been truer than now.. Keep up the writing! An excellent story of depravity!! Where will you take Kattie during Chapter #6.. time will tell... Well Done!!
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You certainly have a knack for storytelling and captivating an audience. Interestingly, I claim that such depicted degradation and brutality don't turn me on. But yet when you post a chapter I read it.
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“and when my nipples respond ever so blatantly to being slapped... it's hard for someone to believe me when proclaim that i don't like it.”…I’d never cross your limits give you unwanted pain abuse do something you didn’t like or want!
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KattieD replies on 5/17/2024 12:49 pm: ...and does it um get a rise out of you? Lol. The development of the narrative keeps my attention, rather than the depiction of the group action. Now if I imagine meeting and dating Katie before Kevin but with his same suspicions of her past...  I'd use that info to further explore her submissive limits one-on-one, not being the kind to share...
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KattieD replies on 5/18/2024 12:19 pm: ha ha you didn't answer my question na na na na naa na Not just a simple yes or no answer. Though absorbing and deftly written as your story is, the frenzied mob in the hotel suite is not on my bucket list of kinks. However, If I imagined and edited myself into the narrative I can see scenarios that would easily elicit that rise.
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