Kattie's Abduction Fantasy CH 11
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Posted:Apr 24, 2024 1:26 pm
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If just starting, make sure to Start from Chapter !, The Set Up
By the time she looked up and noticed that a group of four of her male coworkers, men she was being polite and curt and professional with as recently as earlier that afternoon, were now standing next in line, she was so worked up that this fresh burst of humiliation alone suddenly brought her to a quivering, shriek-moaning orgasm before them.
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Steve had met up with three of his coworkers toward the back of the crowd, greeting them with a shrug and a carefully planned laugh of feigned bewilderment. He was pleased to see that they were already drunk. It was two young guys, Trey and Don, who were near his age, but also their 50 something year old supervisor, Rick. Rick was always professional but you could tell there was a wild streak suppressed somewhere in him. Well, it was certainly being revealed now.
They watched together for the 45 minutes or so as they waited their turn, watching their demure, proper young coworker get fucked 40 ways to Sunday in front of them. They shared laughing sentiments that if they'd had any idea she was such a wild flooze, they would have had some more fun with her in the past.
"She was a nice enough girl, but almost...too proper. The kind of girl that would call HR if you flirted with her too hard, you know? Guess I was fucking wrong. Damn, look at her take those dicks. This'll be a great team-building experience for us, boys. Not so much for her, I guess. Do youo think she can stay employed with us after this?"
"Ha! said the other, unfortunately I don't think so, everyone she knows at the company knows of her exploits now. But I'd love it if she could."
"Why in the hell would she torpedo her career like this. She was doing so well at increasing our internet traffic."
"Yea, obviously she just thrives on getting 'views'. And boy is she racking them up."
They watched as man after man took her, most bareback and just fucking wrecklessly through the anonymous cum of other men. Some however wore condoms, but when they came they would always then remove them and squeeze the contents out into Kattie's open, waiting mouth or into her pussy itself, as if to emphasize that the condom was for their protection, not hers.
Steve's turn came first of his group. When Kattie had looked up and seen the four of them standing there, waiting to fuck her next, she had made a strange moaning sound that was almost half a sob, and had begun ejecting a stream of squirt from her pussy all over the bed. She then collapsed backward onto her back, her legs still spread eagle for them. Then fuck me too, you bastards, he imagined her thinking.
He dropped his pants and lay between those long legs, the pale, lithe thighs plastered in sweat and cum. What a scene of ruin, especially when contrasted with the mental image of her just earlier that same day at work, proper and safe and self-respecting. He had to say though, he thought the look she had on the other end of 75 dicks fit her well.
As he slid easily into her warm, wet cunt, still inviting and hospitable after all this, he was briefly amazed at the incredibly intimate feeling of fucking a girl bareback. He'd done it before, but every time he was newly astounded upon that first penetration, as if he'd forgotten how incredible it felt, how personal. Feeling the hot, wet folds of her pussy parting with a little resistance to make room for your cock. It was hard to wrap his head around the fact that 75 plus other men had just felt this exact thing with her, that plenty more would follow, their dicks exactly where his was, rubbing their swollen cock heads against the same internal folds of her love canal that had been so private, so exclusive, only the day before. So opposite now. Such a thing to make her give up. They were on the other side of an impassable gulf now, one that could never be crossed back over. She was now this forever . She could never take these dicks back, nor the ones that would follow. He had made that choice for her, and she was none the wiser.
She had wrapped her legs around him, her feet locked together behind his ass, pulling him deeper into her as he thrust. She put a hand behind his head, her fingers in his hair, and looked deep into his eyes, mainlining on the shame, the position oddly intimate, as if they were alone in this room, actually making love somewhere private after a date like a normal couple. Perhaps, in another life. As if reading his thoughts, she whispered "I'm just a ," still looking deep into his eyes, maintaining the most intense eye contact of either of their lives.
He wouldn't last. Their faces mere inches away from one another's, oceans of unreadable thoughts and looks and suggestions crossing between those gazes, her unaware of his role in her degradation. The shame and lust and release and defeat in her eyes. When he came, he suddenly kissed her, deeply, in a sudden urge to feel as much of her as possible at once. He thrust his pelvis so that he was as deep in her as possible when he unloaded, the very tip of his cock actually making contact with her cervix, suddenly hoping in that moment that he would be the one whose seed managed to take hold in her womb that night. Why not? A final level of conquest.
He watched his coworkers take her after him, one by one adding to her baptism of shame. Shame and degraded fulfillment, a forcing of her most private, extreme fantasies. Still she did not comprehend why or how this was happening to her, why or how someone could have known her innermost desires, to be shamed and degraded and objectified and ruined. And did not the fact of her opposition to the actual fulfillment of those desires actually intensify the power of their taking place? For to have the fantasy and actually choose to enact it upon oneself voluntarily would lead to a less intense sense of violation and shame, which was in the end the goal. So her non-consent to this exploitation and assault was in fact the key component of its effectiveness, the kernel at the root of the constant hum in her clit that radiated out through her body and kept her almost constantly at the edge of an orgasm and now and then a more enthusiastic participant in her own degradation.
Kattie thought these things, but in fewer words, lost in the whirlwind of her raging thoughts of lust and fleeting rationality. When her boss' turn came to fuck her he took her missionary style, but standing next to the bed where she lay, with her pussy right up on the edge of it. He grabbed her around the ankles and lifted her feet up toward his face, then popped two of her toes in his mouth as he went to town bareback in her soaked cunt.
"I've always loved these feet," he told her, briefly freeing his lips. "I only have a partial foot fetish, anyway. Only the shapeliest do anything for me, and yours are perfect." The tone and ease with which he spoke seemed to indicate that he was versed in the art of degrading women. "I'd always love it when you indulged and wore those peep-toe pumps. I never wanted to even suggest that you wear heels more often, for fear of HR. But look at us now."
He sucked each toe in succession, giving himself time with each one, even tonguing and sucking the webbing and spacing between each one, really taking his leisure and the fullness of indulgence with both that and her pussy. The sensation was strange, slightly ticklish, but Kattie found herself freshly thrilled by it. The simultaneous attention, derisiveness, and genuine enthusiasm he seemed to be showing for even this part of her body excited her. Every inch of her body reduced to meat for the disposable pleasure of every man.
As he built to a climax he began fucking her harder, with greater urgency. He removed her feet from his mouth and spread her legs at the knees, now leaning across her torso and pressing his face in toward her ear, so that only she could hear him.
"Still coming in on Monday?" he whispered with a little laugh. "I'd love to just keep you under my desk from now on. But I don't think the higher-ups would allow it."
He was thrusting into her savagely now, the froth of her arousal actually splashing up onto his upper pelvis now with each ramming home of his cock.
"Yeah, I'd love to keep you down there all day, letting the boys use you as a little favor whenever they wanted. But you can't be on the corporate payroll now, sadly. Yeah, you'd better get used to this. The only career option left after this is going to be sucking dick for 12 hours a day in some Thai brothel. I always knew you were a secret little . Shame on you." His thrusts punctuated each word now. "Shame...on...you!"
With that he unloaded in her, his breath hot in her ear as she felt the warm crud spurting out of him, joining the vile tithe already tabernacled within her, being absorbed by the vulnerable internal flesh of her vaginal cavity. She felt waves of heat pulse through her body, reverberating from the thrill of the degradation and fear that his words gave her. He was right, and it horrified and exulted her. A for life.
He pulled out and then as one final insult presented his diminishing member to her face. "Suck your filth off of me, ."
She found herself doing it without question, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to be ordered about like some self-hating sex servant, her mouth sucking the sweat and vaginal juice and the semen of multiple men from his shaft, and then moving up even to lick the quim from his lower belly and suck it from his matted pubic hair.
"Open your mouth," he ordered her, and upon her acquiescence he spit full into her upturned mouth, globs of his spit landing right on her tongue. Like a chastised dog, she looked down, closed her mouth and swallowed it.
Daniel was beaming. "We should hire you!" he said to Rick. "That's how this flooze needs to be treated! Who's next? More than one, she can take it! She needs it!"
The next discernible period of time ran together for Kattie, faded by the drugs and the alcohol that kept being supplied in a slow, steady drip, just enough to keep her rolling, but never enough to push her beyond consciousness. They wanted her to be cognizant of her defile. A spectacle of dicks, a spectacle of ways to destroy a woman. They had finally surrendered all pretense of restraint, the alcohol and drugs being freely passed around to all having broken any remaining vestige of it. Cameras in her face, at her asshole, once positioned to capture up close as load after load poured out of her, several men having elected to creampie her in succession. Hours and hours of footage of her being fucked in every way the most extreme pornstar had ever been fucked.
They tossed her this way and that, manhandling her like a ragdoll, seemingly unconcerned with their own health now so liquored up were they, barebacking her and kissing her and eating her out and some spreading her asscheeks and frenching her anus, kissing and sucking the puckered starfish of her sphincter. She creamed and squirted on dicks, on faces, on the fists of men so emboldened that her two lower holes were made to grip both their wrists simultaneously, her pussy and anus stretched to new limits. Daniel and his crew ensured that no man went twice, not until everyone present had their turn. Their concern was to increase the number of individual men who fucked her, to increase the taboo body count number that she would carry the rest of her days.
As for the value of this number, Kattie had no guess. She felt like she could barely remember a time before dicks. She would have had no idea how many men had used her that night, but she finally noticed in one moment of partial clarity that the commenters on the screen had been keeping track: 136, apparently, since this whole ordeal had begun. She couldn't even wrap her head around the number. 136 different men had fucked her, and more yet seemed to be waiting. She was trash now, and yet she wanted more. One commenter was asking if she was going to break the record. Some chick had put together a 900 man gang fuck. Albeit that bitch was physically wrecked for life.
The men entered and used her so easily now. Her butthole, which had been so tight earlier in the evening, seemed to have lost its elasticity, and continued gaping open even after someone pulled out. She just relaxed her holes and let the revolving carousel of dicks fuck her as deeply as they could. How many times she had watched porn of women in situations similar to this and reveled in it. Brought herself to an orgasm in a way that nothing else could. To see girls stripped of their autonomy, their cleanliness and dignity, reduced to a disposable thing that men would use without any thought to the consequences for the girl. And now it was happening to her.
Not long after seeing her number, at her lowest moment, they put the camera right in her face again as she was being fucked, and told her to tell everyone what a she was. Staring deep into the lens, into the thousands of thousands of viewers, and the untold millions who would watch later, she did so, almost passionately, firmly dedicated to just completing the destruction wrought upon her.
"My name is Kattie Duval," she said, feeling the dick fill her, "and I am a purely sex addicted piece of trash." The words seemed to add to her intoxication. She wanted to just sink into the shame now, to drown in it. She saw her face on the TV, filling the screen, capturing in perfect clarity every detail of her skin, every twitch of her facial muscles. "I've just fucked 130 men. No, More. I have no worth now except making men cum. I will fuck anyone and everyone who wants it for the rest of my life. Don't let me tell you no. This pussy is yours."
More time. More fucking. Dicks, fingers, fists, entering every part of her, grown men with no restraints, behaving like sex-starved getting cunt for the first time, finally getting away with something. Her tits slapped, mauled or clenched. Some men slapped her full across the face while another plowed her from behind. The flash of indignity smothered her in lust. Her mouth licked every body part offered to her, cleaning sweat from crotches.
There came some overweight Mexican man who, even after all that, decided to have her extend her tongue out as far as she could while he fucked her missionary style, and proceeded to full-on lick the surface of her tongue with his own, licking and feeling the rough bumps of her tastebuds, finally sucking her tongue into his mouth to the point of pain when he finally jismed in her cunt in hot, stuttering release, this feeling like a new extent of violation even after everything else.
Seeing her sudden look of revulsion at sharing such a sloppy french kiss (of sorts) with this discusting man, the next three men, careless of their own hygiene by liquor and drugs, all took it upon themselves to lick, slurp and suck on her tongue with great relish as they lay between her legs, fucking her.
Hearing her involuntary whines of distaste, Daniel taunted: "What, you don't kiss the guys who you let fuck you? What are you, just a ? You're not getting paid for this. Give them some sugar, honey."
She wasn't sure why, but this mouth to mouth, the swapping of spit and the meeting of tongues, did indeed make her feel more degraded and used than most things prior. Almost as if this was an act reserved for romance, and now they were making a mockery of even that with her. Of course, predictably, the depravity and revulsion soon turned her on even more, and by the time the third guy started on her, she began orgasming as soon as he sucked her tongue up into his own mouth. She was squirting on his dick even as he began penetrating her. Following this, a man in a business suit took his turn, and instead of kissing her made her get down on the floor and lick his shoes all over until they were squeaky clean, even the bottoms.
"Now no one will want to kiss that pretty, filthy mouth anymore," he said with leering disdain.
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Fan Game
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Posted:Apr 22, 2024 2:14 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 3:26 pm 13867 Views
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Someone gave me an idea this morning. 4/22/24 For those of you that like the "Fan" game on alt. We can play a little game. If you are a fan of mine, I'll give you the opportunity to control one of my lovense toys. I have 5 of them. You'll just need to download the lovense remote app.
Let's say as of Wednesday noon my time the results will be tallied.
The 5th place fan can have 10 minutes with the toy of my choosing. Including private chat in the app.
The 4th place fan can have 20 minutes. with the toy of my choosing. Including private chat in the app.
The 3rd place fan can have 30 minutes, with the toy of their choosing. Including private chat in the app.
The 2nd place fan can have 45 minutes, with the toy of my choosing, with voice notes from me (and hopefully you).
The 1st place fan can have 1 hour, either with the toy of their choosing while i'm home with voice notes, or with the toy of my choosing while I am out in public.
Drop a message if this sounds fun or blast me if it sounds too conceited. Oh and remember I can not initiate messages on here, but I can respond to them.
To play one has to hotlist the person that they want to be a fan of. The amount of #1 fan will be shown then.
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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy Chapter 9-10
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Posted:Apr 21, 2024 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 9:42 am 11127 Views
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Make sure to scroll down and start at Chapter 1
"Hope those dicks have got your shitter limbered up."
Even with the poppers still running through her system, Kattie had to try to control the muscles in her anus to relax. This was a new, more intense violation. Her sphincter clenched against the hard plastic invader, now nearly a foot deep in her rectum, instinctively trying to pinch it off or push it out. But it was not about to leave. Once he had it fully inserted, Daniel began to slowly widen it, forcing Kattie's anal tunnel to gape open. She was sweating and moaning in intense discomfort. She gripped the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white.
"Get a good shot now," Daniel told the camera operator.
Kattie could see on the screen that her asshole was being held open maybe three inches wide. It felt like someone had shoved a baseball bat into her. The inner walls of her rectum were a vivid dark pink, almost red. At first her gape just led eventually to darkness, but then they flicked on a bright light at the front of the camera, and suddenly you could see all the way into her ass, down to where it turned and led off at a different angle.
Kattie could hardly believe that the profane image she was looking at was a part of her. They recorded their shameful footage for maybe four or five minutes, making sure to document everything in thorough detail, before finally clamping the speculum shut again and withdrawing it. Kattie had never felt such intense relief. It had felt like she was being ripped apart. And all for the gratification of a million perverts. Even after the speculum was all the way out her asshole continued gaping open of its own volition for a long time. Kattie had to squeeze her sphincter muscles to try to make it shut, but at first it was almost like it just had a new closed diameter. Finally it returned more or less to normal.
"Now lets take a look inside her front."
They pushed her up into a sitting position and then spread her long, slender legs, a guy on each side of her holding each leg as wide as they could get it to go, making Kattie completely spread eagle. On the screen, she could see the camera being situated so that it was focused solely on her, her body filling nearly the entirety of the screen. Her legs were bent at the knee while spread, so as to allow the focus to get in tighter while still keeping her feet in the picture, for those guys that were into that. They wanted every single bit of her possible to be on display at once. The scarlet bedsheets behind her served as a backdrop to make her creamy skin stand out in greater contrast.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Kattie." Daniel said. He traced the slick crack of her mound with one finger, flicking the slight flange of her inner labia back and forth. He looked at the screen. "I love this image with your pussy and face framed together. A beautiful face for a beautiful pussy. They really complement each other. Hopefully everyone who looks you in the face after today will be able to immediately draw up a mental image of this pussy to go with it. We'll try to make it easy for them."
He walked over to the desk, where she noticed for the first time that there was a large implement there of some kind: a clear, plastic cylinder about the width of a wine bottle.
"It's really a shame, in a way, that you're letting that beautiful pussy get ruined. I'm not sure it will ever be the same after today."
Kattie felt a gush of wetness drool out of her cunt, spilling out in a white, creamy bead that was partly her own juice and partly the cum of multiple guys. They'd wiped down the outside of her body, but the inside still held the remnants of her many partners.
With her legs held open firmly in place by the two guys, Daniel began inserting the clear cylinder into her pussy. The wetness between Kattie's legs ensured that he didn't need lube for this side. The implement was slightly tapered on the front end, which allowed the initial point of entry, but then it quickly became thicker, reaching that wine bottle width. It was far bigger than any of the dicks that had fucked Kattie, and was thus the widest her pussy had ever been stretched. At least this hole had more elasticity than her ass. She involuntarily began breathing in short, shallow breaths, almost feeling as if she were giving labor in reverse. She looked down in disbelief as the clear plastic cylinder slowly sank further into her, and then finally bottomed out at the absolute deepest point of her vagina. She felt it nudge gently but firmly against her cervix, and then, looking down, saw as a generous portion of cum suddenly squeezed out of her, displaced by the cylinder taking up every single square millimeter of real estate in her pussy. Her pussy lips strained around the perimeter of the hollow tool. The intense discomfort of the stretch felt almost metaphorical for the unfathomable extent of her exposure.
And how exposed she was. Again the lights on the camera flicked on. The walls of the clear cylinder were strong, but thin, causing essentially zero obscurity whatsoever. It was obviously specifically designed to offer unparalleled views inside of a woman's vagina, and it was impeccable at its job. Looking at herself on the screen, Kattie felt it was possible that no woman in history had ever been more exposed. From her face to her asshole to the soles of her bare feet...to the gaping tunnel of her defiled vagina, lit all the way back to the pink ring of her cervix, the entrance to her very womb. The core of her womanhood, held open for the consideration of the whole world. All crystal clear, unmistakable. Broadcast to the ends of the earth, for posterity, not to mention to the million plus live viewers online and the dozens of men standing in the room.
Kattie looked at this insanely explicit image of herself, still only partially able to mentally accept that it was her, that this was really happening. She was both horrified and masochistically turned on. Turned on by the fact that her life was being destroyed. That all of her private reservations and insecurities were being amplified a billion times over, then ripped from her and wadded up. She could see how flushed her face was, how obviously blossoming with lust and humiliation. She was and always had been a deeply shy, reserved person. That must be why this had always been her darkest fantasy. To have forced on her the ultimate possible manifestation of her insecurities. The ultimate submission and masochism. She had never consciously realized that that was what she so thoroughly wanted until this happened. She used to be almost debilitatingly embarrassed just by having a single doctor at the gyno look inside her vagina, and now anyone and everyone was, all at once. The deep, forbidden tingle she had felt while spread in those stirrups was now a waterfall pouring out of her exhibited loins.
After a torturous amount of time taking in the full context shot, they of course got in close for the detailed examination of her cunt's interior. For it was just a cunt now, wasn't it? Pussy seemed too precious of a term to apply to the filthy thing onscreen.
Another several agonizing few minutes of intense documentation and the cylinder was slowly removed. Before her pussy had even had time to recover or close back, Daniel put three fingers from each hand in and held her open for another couple minutes, to allow for interior footage without the cylinder present. Then, just when he said "Alright, I think that just about covers everything this slut could ever offer anyone," and Kattie thought she was going to get a brief reprieve, Daniel slipped his entire fist into her.
She was shocked at how easily he did it. One moment she had been empty (even if gaped), and now she was looking down at her pussy lips completely enclosed around a man's wrist. Of course the cylinder had cleared the way for him, but still. Psychologically it was staggering. She was just a , whose cunt could take every bit of a man at any time. He pumped his fist back and forth inside of her, pulling the rest of her now-sweating-again body close to him. Then with his other hand he produced a vibrator and held it against her clit. He began to mutter crudely in her ear, his breath hot.
"You love this don't you? You want every man in the world to see this, to know what a slut you are. Isn't that right?"
The vibrator teased all the sexual build up out of her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure across her body, smoothing over the intensity of the fist in her pussy. She felt chills run up and down her back. His fist was sliding back and forth effortlessly, making a slushing noise as he fist-fucked her soaked cunt.
"Yes, yes I do!" she gasped, loudly, unable to conceal it. The added pleasure of the vibrator was making her appreciate the fist in her more. She was beginning to love it. What better way to surrender completely than to just let a man defile your supposedly sacred parts with his entire fucking hand? "You all own me. Every part of me!" she barely audibly exhaled.
Suddenly he pulled back and ducked down on the floor next to the bed, but keeping his hands doing what they were doing to her body. If someone hadn't been there to keep her in an upright position on the edge of the bed she would have fallen. Keeping his hands busy but his body out of the way of the camera, Daniel said, loudly:
"Then tell them. Let every guy out there know how much you love surrendering everything you have to them. How much you love knowing that this video will be everywhere, indefinitely. That everywhere you go for the rest of your life, you will have to assume that every stranger you interact with or pass on the street will have very possibly seen it, or own copies of it. You do love that, don't you?"
"Yes! YES!" she cried.
A long, slow orgasm was building over her entire body. Yes. Yes! She would say anything right now. And to a large part of her in this moment, it was true, and that part was now dictating everything she said.
"Do you want every guy on the street to know that they can do whatever they want to you, at any time?"
"I DO! I FUCKING DO!" She was grinding her hips back and forth wildly now, almost fucking his fist now more than it was fucking her.
"Say it, explicitly. Say that any man, no matter who he is or what he looks like, can use you in any way they want, for the rest of your life. You want to fuck every man who recognizes you."
The orgasm was beginning to rip through her in full force now. She was nearly delirious.
"I DO! I WANT...EVERYONE...TO...FUCK ME!!"
Her toes were curling back and forth, and her head lolled back as she let forth a completely unbridled scream of surrender, pleasure, and release. Her juices were just pouring down Daniel's forearm in rivulets, dripping off of his elbow. Still riding the intense afterglow, and nearly building to a second one, she heard Daniel say "clarify it for them. Make sure they know you really want it!"
He slowed his hand a bit. She desperately needed him to speed up. The word "clarify" kicked in some of her legal writing skills. She heard herself continue, without further prompting:
"My name is Kattie Duval from Lakewood, California, and I am the fuck-property of every man who recognizes me and requests the use of my body for the rest of my life. I want to live out my humiliating fantasies. The word No is just a part of my reluctance fantasy. I don't have the ability to say no. If I say the word 'no,' I'm really saying 'yes.' "
Another orgasm was cresting. She couldn't believe what she was hearing herself say, but it was pushing her straight to another release. Saying these things into that camera was giving her the greatest rush of her life.
"Anything you do to me, anything, all the fucking i do...it... is...consensual. No...matter...WHAT! I am consenting to all sexual conduct toward me until the day I die. I love it all and it is my desire to be taken and ravaged. There is no need to ask. Consider this video my digital signature.
Another ferocious orgasm rocked her. At that moment, Daniel pulled his fist all the way out of her with an audible plop. A waterfall of squirt poured out of her, so much that it all pooled up maybe an inch deep in the indentation in the bed in front of her crotch.
They let her lay back for a moment to finally recover. She panted deeply on the bed, suddenly physically and emotionally spent to her core. What the fuck had she just said? She looked up, at the still jam packed room of men all staring at her like hungry dogs. She was not done. Not nearly done. She tried to count the number of men who had their dicks out, brazenly jerking them, obviously still looking for a piece of the action. It had to be over 30. She let her head collapse back onto the bed.
"Well," Daniel was saying. "You heard her. She wants to fuck basically every guy on earth. Let's let her get a good head start by tackling everyone left in this room, and those of you out on the walkway. To keep things somewhat under control, let's make sure only guys get to go who haven't had a turn yet. We don't want anyone to be left out. And don't be afraid to get a bit more creative with what you make this bitch do. I think the fist has really broadened the horizons of what she wants. So, who's next?"
CH 10
Daniel floated a platter of the ground up poppers in front of Kattie's nose again, which she snorted up without hesitating. She had just been fucked by somewhere in the ballpark of 40 guys, and it seemed that her session may not even be halfway through. She needed all the drug assistance she could get. The warmth and the stuffy feeling of contentment coursed through her again. She let her body relax itself.
Two new guys were standing next to the bed, jerking themselves to get fully hard, staring at her along with the gallery of men in the rest of the room and spilling out onto the walkway outside, dozens of them, all with their attention centered on her, predatory. Every one of them just vying for his turn to get his dick inside of her, not a one of them caring about her pleasure, comfort, or safety. They just wanted to use her, even if it destroyed her. Perhaps especially if it destroyed her. She felt incredibly vulnerable and threatened in that moment: her alone, completely nude and unprotected, surrounded by a surging mass of aggressive testosterone, all aimed at her. She imagined all 50 plus of those waiting dicks getting inside of her, 50 plus loads of semen being dumped in her. Even in her fear, she felt another huge tingle of excitement rush to her loins. She couldn't imagine anything hotter.
Then they were back at her. Some guy pushed her down so that she was laying flat on her stomach, but pulled her ass up high so he could mount her from behind. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down the crack of her labia a few times to borrow some lubrication, then plunged full length into her asshole. Kattie felt her breath leave her momentarily, still after all these cocks. This guy was especially well-endowed. As he began pounding into her, the camera guy got right up close in her face, so that her expressions were the focus of the shot, her face nearly filling the frame. Every ounce of her humiliation displayed. The guy fucking her was just a thrusting blur in the background.
"Give us a little commentary," the camera guy said.
"I'm...getting...fucked in my ass," Kattie offered awkwardly.
"By who?"
"I don't know."
"What does that make you feel like, to not even know the guy whose bare dick is buried eight inches in your rectum? Look into the camera, not at me. Tell all your friends."
"It makes...me...feel...like a ," she panted between the thrusts of her partner. It was true, and she hated it and loved it at the same time. They were all already watching. They had already seen everything, and she could never face any of them again. What difference did it make if she told them?
Suddenly Daniel crouched near her, holding her cellphone.
"Looks like your phone has been blowing up for the last couple hours," he said. "I'd kind of neglected it. But it seems like a lot of people are worried about you, or want answers. Do you want to go ahead and give them an answer now, to the camera?"
Kattie looked at him and then back into the camera, her face jolting slightly forward with every thrust.
"Rachel says: 'WTF is going on, is this real?' Bryce says: 'You OK?' A whole bunch of other texts here. Several missed calls. You have a few from your dad, it looks like. Want to chat with him? I can give him a call back. Hopefully he's not actually watching. That would be fucked up, wouldn't it?"
A new wave of dread hit Kattie in the stomach. Just when she thought she could not go any lower.
Daniel was already calling. She could hear the ring. She hoped he wouldn't answer. But then there was his voice.
"Kattie? What the fuck is going on? Where are you?"
She couldn't say anything. Finally Daniel spoke.
"I'm afraid your isn't who you thought she was, Mr. Duval. She's got a stranger's cock in her ass right now. He's about the 50th guy to rawdog her tonight. I've honestly quit counting."
"You of a fucking bitch. If I didn't live on the other side of the country I'd have my hands around your throat right now."
"There's no need to get so angry at me. I'm just fulfilling your 's wishes. She asked us to do this, believe it or not. Are you watching the livestream right now? You can see we're treating her just the way she wants to be treated."
"Fuck you."
"Here Kattie, say hi to dad. Tell him you love strangers' cock in your ass."
He held the camera to her mouth. She froze up.
"Go ahead. There's video evidence, hon. He'll know either way."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if he thought that somehow a denial from her could erase the evidence of things he'd already seen.
She heard the sound of the guy behind her's thighs and pelvis slapping against her ass, filling the room. She just wanted to get it over with.
"I love having strangers' cocks in my ass, dad."
A long pause, then she heard the beep that signified the call had ended on the other side. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. The guy behind her was depositing a load in her rectum - she could feel the hot cum sliding deeper down into her angled-upward ass. Another was already replacing him. The faces surrounding her were anonymous to her, a teeming wall of giddy onlookers, pitiless, remorseless. Some with their faces covered in crude masks, nylon pantyhose or ski masks, to hide their identities from the camera. The new cock in her ass was larger than the one before, filling her body with the searing pain, bad and good, of the stretch. Its owner drilled into her enthusiastically, rapidly, shunting her whole body forward with each violent thrust. Her head bobbed toward the leering crowd time and again, the faces laughing or sneering, drinking beer and filming on their phones. The camera was still right in her face, capturing each wince and contortion she gave, the watering gaze of her eyes unable to avoid the lens for long, the gaze returned by a million unseen remote pairs of eyes.
The brief period of one on ones ended with her anal batterer. There were simply too many impatient men, whipped into a frenzy by the explicit spectacle before them. Another wave of cocks, stuffed into her in increasingly vulgar and colorful ways, the positions and mechanics dictated at times by Daniel or his henchmen, seemingly designed to display her body being fucked in the widest variety of ways, like they were checking off boxes on a list, striving to document her exposure in every form ever presented in porn.
She snorted more poppers and time slipped into another haze, aided now too by occasional sips of tequila and even a bump of cocaine presented to her on the head of an engorged cock. Anything to keep her going. Twenty more cocks now since the phone call? Thirty? She didn't know. She only knew that the number didn't even matter anymore. Surely any consequence that could possibly be afflicted on her body was already there. Pregnancy, disease. What difference did 30 bare dicks inside her make versus 60, or 100, or whatever the fuck number she would end at before this night was over?
They fucked her like a ragdoll, tossing her this way and that, pushing and stretching her body to the limits of physicality. She laid on her back atop some black Adonis with a cock thick as a Coke can and twice as long, his dick buried to the hilt in her rectum, while he gripped her under her knees and held her legs spread open as wide as they could go, showcasing for the room her pussy raw and wet and parted slightly above his python in her ass. Through the slight gape of her cunt you could see where the cock in her ass distended the inner wall of her vagina, making it bulge out toward the opening. Her cunt looked so empty in contrast to the stuffed asshole, begging for a double penetration which was soon provided. Any way someone wanted her they could have her. Soon they were trying double pussy penetration, Kattie on all fours huffing and drawing breath in ragged, short bursts as a man lying beneath her and one kneeling behind her both strained to get their cocks inside the single, strained rim of her pussy hole. At this feat, Kattie felt panic again for the first time in a couple hours. She thought surely her pussy would rip before these brutes accomplished their thoughtless goal. She was wrong, however, and suddenly with a pop the wet lower frenulum of her pussy yielded and the two cocks were in her, pumping away carelessly, tightly hugged to one another by the restriction of her single hole. Her vaginal opening seemed to have just permanently stretched to accommodate this type of violation, for three other pairs of men followed in suit one after the other with much greater ease than the first pair had had.
More cocks, more cum. She had learned to enjoy the taste of it, perhaps as a survival mechanism, or perhaps just because of the complete suppression of her disgust reflex that her shocking level of horniness brought. She found herself back in the throes of it now, riding the high of both the drugs and the natural high that this insane situation clouded her brain with. She stuck her tongue out eagerly as hot, bitter loads of cum landed on it again and again, gently rubbing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, pushing it in and out against her top lip, coating the surface of her tongue in the cum, making a filthy show of it, seemingly determined to demonstrate what a nasty she was after all.
She was caught in the cycle, fluctuating from one extreme to the other. From abject horror and humiliation to pure lust and back, within the course of an hour. But the periods of pure shame were shortening and becoming more rare. The lust was taking over. She would sometimes see herself on the screen and it would seem like an out of body experience. She would want the nasty slut on the screen to get gang fucked and sullied and ruined as much as any of the men present. The humiliation caused arousal, which caused further humiliation that such a thing would arouse her, and this built up in a vicious, self-fueling circle that now had her visibly engorged clit humming like a live wire - like a raw, exposed nerve of pure pleasure. Every time someone even bumped into it an electric orgasm ripped through her body, radiating out in warm, flashing pulses of tingles from her clit., flashing pulses of tingles from her clit.
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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy CH 7-8
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Posted:Apr 20, 2024 12:09 pm
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[Make sure to scroll down to start at Chapter 1 for the full setup of the story. ]
Before Kattie could even obey Daniel's orders to go up to the motel room, his instructions had changed.
"Wait," he said as one of his accomplices was about to open the van door. "I guess it's silly to let her walk across the parking lot in her clothes. We're in a town that doesn't call the cops, especially not about a silly little thing like that. Let's give those guys over there a little show."
He pointed across the parking lot, to where a group of four rough-looking Pomona construction workers, all black guys, were standing around a utility box, smoking.
"Give me that shirt and those shorts," Daniel said.
They ripped both articles from her. Kattie crouched in the van, as naked as the day she was born. One of them slid the door to the van wide open, the side facing the construction workers, who were about 30 feet or one "first-down" away.
"Get on out," Daniel said.
Kattie hesitated a moment, suddenly paralyzed by the idea of being fully nude in public. Even with having had an HD camera pointed between her spread legs for the last hour or more, she was terrified of the idea of this new kind of exposure.
"Get out and go up to the room or we'll take you over there and let all four of those guys fuck you on the shoulder of the highway. Do not run. Walk slow, with your head held high. In fact, I want to see you turn around three times and smile at those guys."
Kattie knew he was serious. She felt herself getting out of the van, just doing it before her brain could consider it further. The men in the parking lot just stared in shocked silence. They'd seen some shit, but never a beautiful white girl walking through public completely naked. Kattie could feel her face flushing as she saw heads turning in cars stopped at the red light adjacent to the parking lot. She turned and looked them smiling. Took a few more steps and turned again. The men were picking up on a hint. "I think she's a wantin us to follow" one said to the others. A couple of the cars honked their horns. She tried to ignore them, walking toward the staircase as if everything were perfectly normal. The little pebbles in the pavement dug into the bottoms of her bare feet. She could hear someone following behind her with the camera, documenting her humiliating ordeal.
The men were whistling and shouting lewd comments now, having gotten over their initial shock. She was terrified of them, of what they could do to her. At the same time, she felt a fresh trickle running down her thigh. She looked down. It wasn't cum. It was her own juice, running perfectly clear, glinting in the sunlight. She hoped the camera wouldn't pick it up.
Behind her, Daniel was calling to the men: "She's a new . We're trying to break her in.
At the bottom of the stairs, she turned and smiled one more time.
Daniel continued "Come up to room 206 to try her out." Hearing this, Kattie felt something strange. Her heart simultaneously fluttered with indignation at what was being said about her, but also with deep excitement.
She walked up the stairs. The camera guy stayed a few steps below her, to get the best angle of her ass and pussy as she walked. As she rounded the landing to go up the second flight, she saw that the four construction guys were following. She felt light-headed. She was really going to keep getting fucked by complete strangers. Where would it end? What did these men want? Why her? She considered her immediate fate. It wouldn't just be these guys. Daniel had mentioned posting their address to all those people watching online. The reality that she would be spreading her legs for countless more men tonight, letting them enter her and violate her, unprotected if they wanted, suddenly it hit her. There would be nothing she could do about it. By the time she got to the room, her pussy was throbbing along to her heartbeat.
When the construction guys entered, followed by her film crew, she was laying on the bed, waiting for them. What else was there for her to do? She was trembling, but she felt her pussy was ready for them.
They looked rough, and looked at her like they knew what to do with girls like her. With whores. Without an introductory word, they began unbuckling their belts, devouring her with their gazes.
"So this shit completely free?" one of them asked.
"One hundred percent," Daniel said. "She's doesn't deserve to be an earner yet. But..."
"Oh here it comes, I ain't payin. But what?" The leader exasperatedly asked.
Daniel continued "You have to agree to be recorded and published. I need you to look into the camera and confirm that you approve being in this recording."
"Oh shit, is that all." Each of them confirmed that they were ok with being in the recording. And that was enough for these guys. They didn't even ask about how this was going to be used. They circled around her and began pulling their dicks out.
*
Steve wadded up the soiled paper towel that held his third load of the evening and tossed it in the trash. He kept watching the livestream from the darkened bedroom of his apartment. In this brief post-orgasm window of clarity, the full enormity of what he had done to Kattie began to really set in. He was watching her get fucked mercilessly by four black construction workers: her ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth dicks of the day. How many more would there be? It was probably only just getting started. She had woken up this morning and gone to work like it was any other day, putting on a cute dress and putting on makeup to make herself look even more pretty. With dignity and an exclusive, respectable little pussy that she had only ever let one man enter before. But now she was going to give it away to more guys in a single day than even the sluttiest girls do in a lifetime. He had begun an avalanche of dick for her that had no definitive end in sight.
In the live chat that accompanied the livestream, he watched the comments pour in, giving the location of the hotel room where they were at. It was an open-invite now. Of course the vast majority of the million plus people watching were too far away to even consider joining in, but many surely weren't. Between the spammed hotel address, more and more pictures of Kattie from her regular life were flooding in. People enjoyed posting those.
They had found out absolutely everything about her. Had all her info, the names of friends, relatives, everyone. Most of her life history. Her address, her phone number, her email addresses. Where she had gone to school. A YouTube channel she had made. They thought they were helping her achieve her fantasies in some way by exposing all this, but there had to be a sadistic streak in all of them. Even if all the men were anonymous this behavior was obviously incredibly destructive to engage in for any girl. But having it spread to every guy she knows in addition, oh god it was ruinous, but they didn't care. She had (they thought) made the initiation, she had let it be known that she wanted this, and now they were going to make her desires a permanent fixture of her life.
Steve obviously didn't care either. Not really. He had asked himself if he was a psychopath in the refractory period after cumming, but that guilt was already passing. As he watched the pictures of Kattie pour in from strangers who wanted to destroy her, he was already horny again. He thought of the million watching this, of the thousands of HD copies of this video being made and spread to sites across the internet, downloaded to hundreds of thousands of different hard drives. It would never even begin to go away. Everywhere Kattie ever went again for the rest of her life, she would have to wonder if every guy who gives her a second glance recognized her, if he had an HD video of her doing the most shameful things on earth in his possession. Did he have HD pictures of her pussy, her asshole, her body covered in cum. It was like she'd never be able to really be dressed again. Never able to close her legs and cover her shame.
He was rubbing his cock again.
*
Kattie tried to peak around the torso of the man fucking her mouth to get a glimpse of the new figures standing in the doorway. More people here to use her like a . With a jolt, she realized she knew at least one of the newcomers. What was his name...Clyde? Some guy she had gone to high school with. He was with a few others.
OMG she thought. So they had really done it. They had posted all this somewhere people who know her would see it. Perhaps on her Facebook. She didn't know. There had previously been a shred of possibility that the threat was a lie, but not anymore. It felt like a nightmare. It couldn't be real.
She realized she knew the other guys too, a little bit. All had gone to high school with her, though she had never really talked to them. But here they were, grinning, watching her take a huge black cock up her ass while she gagged herself over and over on another. The guy in her mouth pulled out just long enough to put a little tan pill on the end of his dick and then slip it back into her. The other two black guys who had fucked her were cleaning up and getting dressed again. They had fucked the shit out of her, for probably 45 minutes or more, taking turns in every one of her holes. None of them had worn condoms. The guy behind her fucked her doggy style in her ass, reaming out her asshole while the hole beneath it leaked the cum of the first two guys down onto the bedsheets. Now the other two were trying to finish, evidently determined to make this hard on her.
Daniel was hooking the laptop up to the TV, to use it as a big screen monitor. There it was. The live feed of her being spit roasted by two black strangers. Now Daniel switched to a different tab. As the guy fucking her mouth pulled out and unloaded his cum all over her he smiled and told her not to worry he had just given her a nice hit of Molly. She would feel quite trusting of everyone very soon. But as he said this she suddenly noticed the monitor and OMG they were on her Facebook page. They were actually logged in as her, somehow, posting as her. With a sickening feeling she realized that they had been posting as her for the last hour or more from the motel room, posting the shameful pictures they had taken earlier, of her kneeling nude and prostrate before the camera, looking up into it like a wanton slut. She didn't even have to read closely to see what they'd posted. 20-plus variations of the message "I'm a worthless fuckpig who wants to be a slut for life," along with the link to the live feed and the address of this hotel. She watched in horror as Daniel began clicking "accept" over and over again to the 16000 plus friend requests that showed up on her page. He then turned to her as she begged not to. "I'll never get thru all of these." He went to her settings and made all of her info Public. "Let em all have everything. Don't you agree Kattie?" he shook his head up and down, his eyes piercing, letting her know that she should agree. Kattie followed, nodding yes, being obedient. Being filmed of her agreeing.
She then looked at the tabs at the top of the screen and realized he had her professional LinkedIn page open as well and was posting the same stuff there. So that was it. Her life was officially ruined. This would be the sole defining, unforgettable act of her life from here on out.
When the next dick entered her mouth, from one of the guys she'd recognized from high school, she found herself fellating it with a new attitude. It was as if the confirmation that her life was permanently ruined gave her a new freedom. This was it. She could just let herself be resigned to this fate. As the black guy finally filled her rectum with cum and was soon replaced by another of the guys from the doorway, she just let the degradation flow over her. She felt the two dicks of these guys that she just barely knew sawing in and out of her, just treating her as a host of warm, wet holes to get off in. Suddenly she nearly hit an orgasm. Maybe this is what she had needed her whole life. She just had to admit that her deepest, most suppressed desire was to be forcefully and completely degraded, to have all of her autonomy ripped away from her, without having even a little bit, single say in it.
There were more people in the doorway now, but Kattie didn't even try to scan their faces to see if she knew any of them. Surely she did. It didn't matter. This was it. She would fuck every single one of them. Do whatever they wanted. The forced nature of the situation absolved her of blame. The drug was kicking in. She could let them use her body in any way they could imagine, and not feel guilt, right? It wasn't like she had any choice, so she might as well enjoy it. And the fact that she didn't have any choice was maybe the hottest part of all. No she thought this can't be right.
More cum, more dicks. Someone was under her now, drilling away at her completely soaked pussy. He had just slid in without the slightest bit of resistance, she was so wet for it. Like a bitch in heat. She heard herself moaning constantly, just an ever-renewed wail of shame and pleasure. She was uttering words, unconsciously, a litany of filth escaping her lips.
"Fuck me," she was gasping, the words punctuated by the thrusts of the guy in her cunt. "Fuck my pussy. Cum in it. Make me your bitch."
They did make her their bitch. Over the fifty minutes Kattie tried to, in the back of her mind, keep a mental tally of how many different cocks got into one of her holes. She stopped counting after the 12th. They were switching out every few minutes, usually more than one of them in her at once. It was difficult for her to keep track.
After the third guy that chose to abuse her asshole came, Daniel came forward with a small tray with some crushed up powder on it.
"Snort this," he told her. "They're poppers. They'll loosen you up and let your filthy asshole take dick easier. Might make it all feel better too, not that you need help with that, you dumb slut. You were born to take dick, weren't you?"
Kattie nodded her agreement and snorted all the powder up without a second thought, cleaning the tray off in seconds like some doing blow. She felt it trickle through her nasal passages and then down her throat, bringing with it a warm rush to her head. Anything to let the dick in easier. She ground her crotch down against the thrusts of the two guys in her pussy and anus, trying to inspect every millimeter of the length of their cocks by internal feel. Her clit massaged down against the pelvis of the guy beneath her as his dick plunged the entire length of her vagina, from opening to cervix, over and over. She just wanted to drown in dicks. She could already feel her muscles loosening. Her sphincter quit reflexively trying to shut itself off from the invading cocks, and just accommodated, ready for the queued up line of dicks waiting for it.
*
It had been about 2 and a half hours since his prey had been taken to the hotel room. For 2 and a half hours Steve had watched, enthralled, while Kattie took dick after dick in a production that was worthy of the highest-budget porno ever made. The only difference was she wasn't getting paid for it.
Ch 8
There had definitely been a noticeable moment at which Kattie had begun fucking back, as opposed to merely being fucked. He could see her rational will changing-breaking, the succumbing to the primal part of the brain that was partially a mental defense and partially the undertaking of her most shameful, and thus most fulfilling deep desires.
If it had been her secret fantasy to be a slut, her wish has been fulfilled, she was getting that in spades. So far 38 individual guys had had their way with her pussy or asshole since they'd gotten to the hotel room, and plenty more with her mouth. He'd been counting. Probably a good half of them were guys who knew her and had decided to get in on the action after seeing the social media posts. From what he could tell, only about nine guys so far had bothered to use a condom. Everyone else gave it to her totally raw.
They had been somewhat reserved at first, patiently waiting their turn and fucking her the way they might fuck their girlfriends. About an hour in that idea went out the window. For the last 20 or so guys they had collectively riled themselves into just treating her like meat. Simply demolishing her. Hardly an instant passed in which she had an empty hole. She was always airtight, stuffed to the brim by a horde of nearly frenzied men who had for probably the first time in their life had all sexual constraints wiped off the table. They were obviously free to do whatever they wanted.
So far the sheer number of waiting guys had kept things relatively uncreative though. No one had been given enough time to get anything truly weird going. Instead, they simply triple penetrated her as she mostly stayed in the doggy position, fighting for breath whenever she could from the endless onslaught of dick. But boy did they make it count. The guys were all fucking her as deeply as they could, slamming into her holes, just reverse engineering her pussy and rectum. Whatever they had given Kattie to snort had evidently done it's job, just allowing her to accept dick after dick. Her pale, smooth and elegant body stood out in great contrast to the sea of hairy flesh swarming over it, all fighting for entry to her warm, hospitable orifices. The seeming purity and perfection of her fair skin and blond hair in contrast to the vulgarity of the mass that was violating her made the scene look all that much more explicit. Like some princess had been thrown from a tower to be gang banged by a waiting horde of angry peasants.
When he noticed the faces of a few of his and Kattie's male co-workers standing in wait in the doorway of the hotel room, he knew that there was no purpose in waiting any longer. He might as well get directly involved in the action he had started.
*
Kattie had long ago given up on the idea of protecting any semblance of dignity or autonomy over her body. It was easier to just let it completely wash over her, to submerge herself into the depravity. Dicks had become the totality of her experience. Forget whose they were or where they had been. Whether they were clean. She tasted dick, smelled dick, breathed dick. Dicks were in every one of her holes at all times, usually unprotected, nothing stopping them from rubbing themselves to completion on the wet folds of the interior of her body. Nothing stopping them from unloading their hot, fertile cum deep inside of her, deeper than she'd ever felt anything enter her before, directly onto the opening of her womb. A lot of the guys seemed to enjoy pushing themselves into her as deeply as they could right before ejaculating and then holding themselves there until they'd emptied every last drop, like they'd never been allowed to do it before and now there was no one to tell them no.
Kattie was actually exhilarated in being this for them. For being the absolute fucking every guy had always wanted to destroy but had never met. She was finding her final fulfillment in it. She had to. She had to savor it. Once this ended, once this sexual high came crashing down, so would everything else. She couldn't let herself think of the coming devastation of her life. There could only be dick. As long as another guy was fucking her, she didn't have to face her new reality.
She was coated in their discharge - her whole body - covered in cum and her own sweat and the sweat of dozens of men. Nothing but dick. Cum oozed from her pink opening in a thick mess as one spent cock plopped out of her and a fresh one took its place. Inside her where nothing could be remotely described as "fresh" now. But that didn't seem to matter to any of them. Maybe it excited them. To fuck this completely used, ravaged pussy, whose only purpose was to help as many men as possible empty a nut. How often would such an opportunity come to them? To fuck a hot, filthy instead of their tame girlfriends and wives. She loved being the . She wanted to just be everyone's for life. There was nothing left. A for life.
She didn't know how long she had been fucking, or how many men had used her. Surely dozens. She recognized many of them, but it didn't even make a difference now. She gave them all the same treatment, which was of course utter access to everything she had. When Daniel stepped in to call for a brief intermission of fucking, she suddenly felt vacant, empty. The sudden absence of cock in her felt like the loss of a limb. She instinctively ground her hips in a seeking circle in the air as the last cock pulled out, her pussy looking for something to fuck. But Daniel was calling for a brief lull in the action.
"Alright let's rein things in for a moment," he had announced to the room. There was a general cry of protest. "No, don't worry. Everyone who wants to take a turn is going to get one. But there's no rush. Let's find some other ways to get some use out of this filthy bitch."
He grabbed a handful of wet wipes and tossed them to a couple of the guys next to Kattie, where she was now just sitting in a daze on the bed, waiting to see what would happen next.
"Clean her up real quick. Try to get all the sweat and cum off of her. Let's let everyone have another good look at her in her purest state, if she even has one anymore."
The two guys accepted the job with relish, rubbing the wet towels over every inch of her body, frequently replacing them after they became soiled. From her face to her cunt to the spaces between her toes, they wiped her down, clearing away all the cum, sweat, saliva, and other filth that had accumulated on her body. Kattie did feel somewhat refreshed, even as some part of her desired for all of that filth to be replenished.
It was almost like Daniel could read her mind. "Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from. But I wanted to take this last opportunity to document every bit of you, before we dirty you up too much. I want to make sure no inch of your body will ever be a secret from anyone again. Let there be a standing record of everything anyone could ever want to see of you. Perfect reference material for anyone who ever meets you again, or has already known you. Luckily, with our more than adequate lighting and 4k cameras, you're going to be more thoroughly documented than you probably ever thought possible!"
Daniel's cronies suddenly produced two standing lights, the kind you would use in a modeling shoot, and flicked them on, angling them in such a way that the light of each overlapped on her body, removing any possible shadows. Kattie squinted slightly as the lights briefly blinded her. She saw herself in the live feed on the screen. It had already been perfectly well lit, but now it looked like she was sitting nude on a bed in some soundstage, so crisp and illuminated was the picture. Her longish, wavy red hair was wild, tussled up in a voluminous mess on her head that clearly conveyed that she had just been given the fucking of a lifetime, but other than that her lithe body still looked fair and pure. She instinctively covered her pale, modestly-sized breasts with her hands, even as she realized how ridiculous that was.
"Give us some space," Daniel said, making all the guys back off of the bed. He came forward with another one of his cronies, the one operating the camera. They got in for a closeup of her face.
"This is Ms. Kattie Duval, from Lakewood, California," Daniel said. Kattie felt her heart fluttering in panic at these words, even after all this. He proceeded to give her address, her phone number, even her social security number. "And she wants her body to be documented in perfect detail for the world. She thinks she has no right to keep any of it hidden from anyone, and we agree." Isn't that right Kattie? You are given all viewers the full rights to all of you and your current and future information fin perpetuity. Aren't you Ms. Duval?
Kattie nodded her head yes. Daniel whispered "Say it Kattie say it clearly!"
Facing the camera she looked down and uttered the words. "i hereby give all viewers full use and consent of my myself, my images and my current and future personal information for any use they deem useful. This consent is in-perpetuity.
"Thank you Kattie" Daniel was happy with himself. Since she had already heard what information he given out, there was no way for her to claim she didn't know the extent of her consent. He told the videographer to make that time, he needed to save it in the file.
Then they proceeded to follow through on their word, to a far greater extent than Kattie had possibly imagined they would. Over the next hour, they had her contort into a variety of different poses to show off literally every part of her body in close up, usually with each part in more than one angle. As Daniel explained: " Some where out there, there is a different guy who has a thing for every little individual piece of a woman's body. You don't want to let anybody out there down, do you?" Kattie's mouth dropped and she shook her head no. "Good" Daniel replied, "So let's cover every possible inch. Daniel looked into the camera, we have allowed screenshots to be taken. So enjoy."
They took full context shots, shots of her lying on her back regularly, then lying on her back with her legs spread, shots of her in doggy position, but also took shots in agonizing detail of every little thing. They would always linger long enough on each part to allow ample time for people to take screenshots of everything, should they want to have a lengthier inspection.
Her breasts were of course given plenty of screen time, both hanging naturally as well as squeezed and fondled by Daniel. The closeups of her nipples, hard as diamonds, showed each tiny bump on her areolas with clarity, showed the tiny maze of cracks and bumps on the tips of the nipples themselves. Kattie watched the screen in breathless humiliation and amazement. She had no idea cameras could even show that kind of detail.
They got closeups of her face, which somehow felt as invasive as anything else, as she tried to obscure the bombardment of conflicting emotions she was feeling. The fucking was preferable to this. There she could at least cloak herself in the action and insanity of what was going on, but with this inspection, she had nothing to use as a coping mechanism, nothing to distract her. It was pure, raw exposure and humiliation. And yet, her pussy was forming a virtual little lake on the bedsheets beneath her.
Daniel stroked the smooth skin of her cheek in a way that was delicate and strangely affectionate as they recorded her face. "Beautiful lips," he said. "Make a kissy face for us. That's good. Now pout. Stick that bottom lip out further. That's good. The little getting what she's always wanted. Open your mouth. Show us your tongue."
Kattie stuck her tongue out as far as she could as she looked up into the camera. They got in so tight that her tongue took up nearly the whole screen, until you could see her saliva shimmering over individual taste buds. She wondered what the hell kind of guy out there would need this much detail of her tongue of all things.
Next they inspected her teeth, and another of Daniel's guys came up behind her and stuck his fingers in her mouth from behind, two on each side, and spread her lips as far apart as he could without injuring her, like she had some implement from the dentist in. The full expanse of her pearly whites were on display on the screen, but it was not a dignified look it gave the rest of her face. She looked ridiculous with her mouth spread so wide that it was beginning to hurt. They of course got in closer, until you just saw the teeth and gums. They had her bite down and release a few times. She felt like a or some piece of livestock being inspected for a sale.
Next they inspected her hands, having her slowly twirl, grasp and ungrasp her slender fingers. From the glossy reflection on the nail polish she wore, so dark red that it was almost black, to the palms of her hands as she held them spread upturned for the camera. She had always been told that she had beautiful hands and had liked the way they looked, but had never thought she would model them in this context. Every single thing. Her smooth, hairless armpits even received some attention. Her legs.
Her feet were given particularly dedicated airtime, perhaps unsurprisingly. When they got to them, Daniel commented: "You have a foot fetishist's dream feet, girl. I hope you wear flip flops a lot. Slender and dainty, but just long enough to prevent any stubby toes or the like. Just a hint of pink coloration on the undersides. So shapely, with such lovely arches."
They took footage of every possible angle and position of her feet and her toes, the nails still coated perfectly in the same glossy polish as her fingernails. Her feet from the top, from the bottom. With her toes pulled back to accentuate the balls of her feet, with her toes scrunched and then with them splayed. Daniel would pull her toes apart himself and hold them open while they got shots of the soft skin in between. During a shot focusing on the underside of her big toe, Kattie noticed that when the camera fully focused you could even see the grooves and whorls of her toeprints. It was more detail than you would probably even notice with the naked eye. Guess this really would be every foot-fetishists wet dream.
Of course the most time of all was spent on the areas between her legs. Her bald pussy was inspected with obsessive detail, and from every position and angle a man may imagine it in his fantasies. Spread eagle, pushed together, seen from the rear between her legs when she was on all fours. Spread wide with fingers. Her clit, her outer and inner labia, the actual wet, pink entrance to her vagina. All in ridiculous quality.
Her asshole was given similar treatment. They had her get on all fours while someone held her ass cheeks open wide, giving a perfect view of everything from her lower back right on down past the still slightly puckered rim of her asshole, then down to her dripping clam. They had her facing the screen in this position, so that she could be hit with the full extent of her exposure. Kattie knew her face was flushing red, even after all this, as the camera focused and brought her sphincter into perfect clarity, filling the screen. At least her entire body from the neck down was 100% hairless. If her body was going to be documented for all time, at least it didn't come after a couple days of skipping out on her grooming habits. Kattie didn't like to have body hair, and she got rid of it religiously.
And now it was for everyone else's benefit. The wrinkled little ring circling her anus looked like the rim of some mountainous landscape, so clear and prominent the camera made every detail look. They had her suck it in and push it out, making it bulge briefly.
She shouldn't have been surprised, but they wanted to see her insides as well. Daniel produced a long, clear plastic speculum from somewhere and began lubricating it. Soon he was gently but firmly pressing it against her asshole. Kattie gasped slightly as she felt the clamped bill split her open.
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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy Ch 5-6
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Posted:Apr 18, 2024 3:12 pm
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CH 5
In almost a whisper she started to say "I'm glad you know what a nasty slut I am now."
"Clearer and louder, sweetie."
Kattie looked up and opened her eyes wide "I'M GLAD YOU KNOW WHAT A NASTY SLUT I AM NOW!"
One of the guys deftly angled his dick into her mouth and started deepthroating her again, surging right past her gag reflex and fucking her throat directly, his balls up under her chin and her nose smashed into his belly.
"Good girl. Good girl."
He grabbed the back of her head and literally pulled her face in as hard as he could to his belly. A profane, guttural noise issued from Kattie's throat. She tried to push away from him, but he held her with incredible strength; she couldn't withdraw even a half an inch. No air was entering her lungs. The huge cock invaded her entire throat and her nose was completely smothered in the guys hairy belly, too. She thought she was going to suffocate.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out, he suddenly pulled out, drawing his thick, massive cock from her throat, the entire shaft glistening with copious amounts of her saliva. Kattie retched drool and spittle, and probably some cum from earlier, all over her own chest and stomach. She fell to the floor, drawing deep, ragged gasps of air.
"Was that enough for you, sweetie? Why don't we make this an open invite? Huh? What do you say? We're having plenty of fun with you, but it would be selfish to hog these sweet little holes all to ourselves. Why don't we let some of your fans have fun with you too?"
Daniel paused, waiting for the safeword. Surely, he thought. But it didn't come. Kattie sat sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily, looking up at him like the hottest little trashed fuck-minx he'd ever seen. This bitch was unbelievable.
"Alright then," he said. "It might get a little dicey here in your apartment. Don't want the landlord to call the cops on our fun. Why don't we head to a motel, and give out the address there? Let's see how nasty you really are."
Steve stared at the screen with the live feed of Kattie's ongoing debasement. At the moment it only showed shaky, scattered footage as the group moved from Kattie's apartment down to their van, where they were about to drive her to a hotel room for god knows what. The cameraman was mostly just concerned with getting to the car at this point, but he would occasionally linger for a moment on his companions. Kattie walked in the middle of the group, of her own accord it seemed, but one of the guys had a guiding hand placed around the back of her neck. They had apparently allowed her to throw on a black t shirt and some short running shorts, but that was all. Beneath those she was braless and pantiless, and she was walking barefoot as well. These articles of clothing would of course be coming off again, but he guessed they didn't want to attract too much attention at the moment. The scene certainly looked strange from an outside perspective. Even though these guys were under the impression they were doing something legal with written consent, it would still be smoother not to get the cops involved, so as not to shatter the "fantasy." Of course, the supposed written consent was bullshit. For Kattie, this was all very real.
Steve's adrenaline had been pumping for the better part of two hours. Although he had pretty meticulously planned and set this up, he had always expected in some part of his mind that it wouldn't actually work out. But it sure as hell was, far beyond his wildest expectations. He couldn't believe it was happening.
The viewer count had leveled out at just below a million active viewers. At least a hundred or so of those were surely people who knew Kattie personally, having been linked to this live web stream after being texted by Daniel and his crew in an attempt to deepen the extremity of Kattie's exhibitionism and humiliation. Of course, it went far deeper than Daniel knew.
This brief lull in the action as the crew loaded Kattie into the van and began their drive had made the commenters somewhat restless, and they began to speculate about the crazy slut putting on this show for them. The guys who knew her had been quite readily coerced into giving out Kattie's full real name in response to the constant requests pouring in from the thousands of other active commenters. Within minutes people had found her social media accounts and were now sharing her pictures with one another in the comment stream. Dozens of pictures of Kattie in her every day life began to flash across the screen, accompanied by crude comments from the horny anonymous crowd. The contrast between the normal, wholesome image she projected in these social media pictures and the depravity of what she was doing now for all these strangers was tantalizing, and enhanced the experience for the viewers by familiarizing themselves with who she was. It had become much more personal. Cute selfies Kattie had taken for her profile pictures, pictures of her dressed up for a night out with friends. One from back at her high school graduation.
Steve knew this was forever. Everything happening in the video stream was surely being documented on countless websites by thousands of people, probably accompanied by the newfound personal info. No matter what she did for the rest of her life, everyone she knew would have immediate access to HD video of every inch of her splayed body, taking cock after cock. It could never be undone. There was no way this could be kept secret from anyone at this point. It would probably be one of the first things most new people in her life would find out about her.
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Kattie was sitting in the front seat of the van, quivering with nervousness and a certain sense of mixed horror and anticipation. They were driving her to some hotel to worsen this experience, a concept which terrified but also deeply excited part of her. She was wearing just a somewhat loose fitting black tee and shorts, but every now and then her captors would order her to lift her shirt and flash her bare breasts to people in other cars when they came to a stop at a red light.
Kattie reviewed the insane events of the day in her head, but she still could not wrap her head around it. When she woke up this morning, she had only had sex with one person in her life. Now five more had been added in a single day. All strangers. All unprotected. Two of them had shot their full loads while buried to their balls inside of her, not even caring that she wasn't on the pill. She was still incubating their cum in her womb as she sat there. She could feel some of it slowly leaking out of her still, although it was hard to differentiate from her own general wetness.
The camera was still rolling, of course, recording Kattie's hesitation and embarrassment as she flashed her tits at the passing cars. They rolled up to another red light, pulling up next to a bus stop with three teenage boys sitting in it. As she looked at them, Kattie's heart suddenly dropped. She knew them. They were her younger brother's friends. She hoped her tormentors would lapse and overlook them, but they didn't. As they sat at the red light, they emphatically told her to give the boys a show. She tried to let her hair drape in front of her face as she did so, hoping the guys outside somehow wouldn't recognize her. Despite what had already been broadcast to people she knew, this face to face was totally different, especially given that they were her younger brother's friends, guys who had known her since they were .
Unfortunately, her captors noticed. "Getting shy now, Kay?" Daniel asked her.
"Why's that? Do you not want those guys to see your face?"
The light was still red. The boys on the bench were staring with their mouths agape, trying to believe what they were seeing. Suddenly Daniel rolled down a window.
"You boys need a lift? Hop in, it's pretty fun in here."
Kattie felt another sinking feeling in her chest. This couldn't be happening.
The boys looked at one another, still stunned.
"Hurry up!" Daniel shouted. "The light's about to turn green!"
With that, the boys suddenly got up without conferring and all three hopped into the van. The light turned green and they drove on.
Daniel said "Kattie was just commenting that she knew you boys."
"So it is you!" one of them said. "Damn Kattie, I had no idea you did crazy shit like this. This a Girls Gone Wild kind of thing or something?"
"Something like that. But a little crazier. Maybe you boys didn't know this, but it's actually always been Kattie's deepest desire in life to suck and get fucked by a mile of dick. We're trying to make that come true for her. Hey, you guys got ID on you? You're all 18 right?"
Nervously, mouths still hanging open while they stared at Kattie's loosely clad body, they showed their IDs to Daniel. He nodded in approval.
"Well you guys are qualified then. You want to help Kattie achieve her goal of getting fucked by every guy in town? Kattie, get back here."
In a daze, Kattie slowly climbed into the back, newly self-conscious after all this. She couldn't look the boys in the eye. The van had a large open area in the back. The rows of seats had been removed. Tepidly, Kattie sat on the floor before them, her bare legs bent at the knee and tucked under her. She sat there awkwardly, looking down at the floor. She didn't know what to do.
"Shy now?" Daniel asked. "You weren't when you were showing your pussy to a city's worth of people on the Internet earlier. Come on. I'll break the ice."
The boys watched with increasingly obvious excitement as Daniel pulled out his cock and then pushed Kattie's head down to meet it. Knowing that there was no point hiding things now, and fearful of the consequences of disobeying, Kattie opened her mouth and took Daniel's cock as deep as she could, fighting her gag reflex as he pushed all the way into her throat.
"See? She's good boys. Go ahead, feel her up. She's good for whatever you want to do."
The boys evidently needed no second telling now. Kattie's face was buried in Daniel's crotch, but she felt one of them clumsily reach up her shirt and grab a handful of tit, squeezing it the way you would a stress-ball. Another set of hands was awkwardly testing the waters by grabbing her ass through her shorts.
Kattie gagged loudly, fighting the urge to retch as Daniel pushed his hips up to meet her as her head went down, bottoming out in her throat as her nose pressed against his belly, over and over.
"Don't be so shy boys, really do whatever the hell you want. She's dying for it. Feel her pussy, you'll see what I mean."
The guy squeezing her ass ventured his hand down the back of her shorts, then reached all the way under and around to her pussy, which was, of course, completely soaked. He pulled his hand back out.
"Holy fuck," he said, looking at her wetness on his fingers. "She really is creaming for it. I had no idea you were such a fucking slut."
Kattie couldn't respond for obvious reasons. The guy then yanked her shorts down past her ass, leaving her bare ass and leaking pussy hoisted in the air. The first of the three was still groping her tits, but the other two both occupied themselves with exploring her nether-regions while she choked on Daniel's dick. She could feel their four hands squeezing then spanking her ass cheeks, or rubbing their fingers through her slimed labia and easily fingering her primed pussy. One of them took his juiced finger and ran it up to her spread butthole, gently rubbing the puckered rim of it before slipping his finger in up to the first, then the second knuckle.
Kattie felt a new wave of humiliation, but again could not help but feel some deep, carnal gratification from what was happening to her. Her little brother's obnoxious friend who she'd known for years had his finger inside her rectum. She had absolutely no dignity left at all, and that fact, for some goddamn reason, was pushing her to the edge of orgasm.
Her brother's friend (Trevor, she was pretty sure, though she hadn't looked back to check which one it was) now inserted a second finger along with the first in her ass. He kept pushing, lubricated by her pussy juice. They had to be in all the way to the base, almost. The other , Jason, meanwhile was getting comfortable with two fingers in her pussy, which had quickly stretched to accommodate him. He slid his fingers all the way in and all the way out, over and over, with ease, sometimes stopping to simply feel around inside of her cunt, curving his fingertips to rub the ribbed texture of her inner wall. Kattie realized there was a good chance he'd never had a chance to do anything like this with a girl before. Bet he'd never in a million years expected it would be with her.
Daniel had stopped face-fucking her and encouraged the third , Aaron, to get his dick out and replace him at her mouth. He quickly did so, pulling his gym shorts under his balls to allow his surprisingly long, rock hard cock to spring out. Defeated, Kattie just dutifully took him in her mouth.
Jason and Trevor had begun rubbing and pressing against each other's fingertips together through the thin membrane between her pussy and rectum that separated them, openly marveling at how it felt like there was almost nothing between them. Kattie had somewhat lifted her bottom off the ground more to better accommodate them, now resting on her forearms and knees in an all-fours position as she used her mouth to pleasure Aaron, who was upright on his knees.
She couldn't use her hands on him, but instead just allowed her face to be guided wherever he steered it, both of his hands loosely gripping the back of her skull. He was surprisingly bold with his actions, more so than the two fingering her rear-end were to begin with. He must have had a bit of experience. He toyed with her, removing her mouth from the head of his dick but instead making her lick him all over his crotch, licking the musky sweat from his dangling balls, popping each one in her mouth individually and lightly sucking it, and running her lips and tongue over his shortly-cropped pubic hair. Meanwhile his erect dick batted around over her upturned face.
"So, uh," Trevor began awkwardly, "how did this all come about?"
CH 6
"Well," Daniel said, "Kattie's been a massive her whole life. Now she's just ready for everyone to know about it. We're helping her do that. Now quit fooling around, and really take your use of her. A shameless like this is really mainly good for one thing. Get your dicks in her."
Jason and Trevor hesitated only a moment. Trevor said "Try not to get our faces with that camera," and with that they both had their dicks out.
"Who's gonna go first?" Jason asked his friend.
"Why decide?" Daniel said. "She's got two open holes right now, by my count."
Kattie almost choked on the balls in her mouth. She had been too humiliated and defeated to even say anything prior to this, but now she ventured, "I dunno about that..." giving a tiny, awkward nervous laugh.
"You'll change your mind," Daniel cut in. He thought to himself, 'Surely this won't be the thing that draws the safeword, after all this. I sure hope it doesn't. I'm really enjoying this one. This crazy fucking girl is a goddamn unicorn. I'll probably never get one this good again.'
Trevor had already dropped his shorts and laid down on the ground. Daniel gestured to Kattie. She knew there was nothing else for it. After waiting just another moment, she briefly stopped cleaning Aaron's crotch with her tongue and kicked her shorts all the way off from where they had been around her ankles, then swung one bare leg over Trevor and lowered her naked, leaking crotch down to meet his. As mortified as she was, she couldn't help but feel a new surge as she sat down and felt their private skin touch, the weight of her body pressing her slick labia down against the shaft of his warm, hard cock where it lay pointed up toward his belly. She briefly ground her hips back and forth, almost involuntarily, coating the length of his cock in her juice before he tried to enter her. She knew he probably didn't even know how to get in her properly, so she reached down and grabbed his cock, then positioned his head at the opening to her cunt and then slid herself down on it. He entered her fully with almost no resistance, she was so wet. Trevor immediately moaned. His cock was rather large. He grabbed her hips and pressed her all the way onto him. She could feel his dick bottoming out in her, nudging her cervix.
"Now hold that position for a minute," Daniel instructed. "Let your bud get in there with you. Don't start pumping her yet."
She could feel Trevor quivering under her and in her as he resisted the urge to just fuck the shit out of her. He ever so slightly kept angling his hips forward, very slowly, just gently pushing his dick further as far as he could. He was already bottomed out from his neutral position, so each time he cinched further he was just pushing her cervix back a little with his dick head. She clinched her nails into her palms.
She knew what was coming next. She was already so full, she had no idea how Jason was going to manage to get his dick in her asshole. She'd never even had anal before, and now her first time was somehow going to be a DP. Trevor was barely restraining himself from just pounding away, managing to leave his hard dick mostly still, even as he felt it enveloped by Kattie's warm, accommodating cunt. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them wide to give Jason a clear shot at her butthole. She felt the head of the second dick pressing against her free hole. He gave an introductory push, but her asshole barely budged at all, even though she was struggling to relax it as best she could. Jason rubbed his hands over the parts of her inner thigh that he could reach, covering his hand in her pussy juice which, she just noticed, had spread there. It was ridiculous how wet she was. How humiliating. Anyone watching this would be positive it was all she had ever wanted, creaming as she evidently was for dicks to make her airtight before a huge Internet audience.
Jason rubbed the pussy juice over her puckered asshole, lubricating it, and then again tried to slowly force his dickhead in, almost stuffing it in with a couple fingers. Suddenly, from below her, she heard Trevor let out a sudden, long moan. He began spasming inside of her. With a mixture of disgust and primal lust she realized he had just cum inside of her.
"Fuck," he finally breathed. "Sorry guys, I couldn't help it."
Daniel and the other guys were laughing. "No problem, bud," he said. "That was a lot of waiting for your first time. Anyone who isn't scared of sloppy seconds can take your place."
"No," Trevor said. He had begun lightly buckling his hips again. "I can go again."
Kattie felt his dick growing hard inside of her again, having never even pulled out or fully deflated from his first orgasm.
"The wonders of youth," Daniel said. "Alright then, maybe you'll be able to last longer this time."
Renewed from his orgasm, Trevor now confidently anchored her cunt in place with his dick, and held her ass cheeks wide for Jason to get in her other hole. She felt his turgid dick head pressing hard against her asshole, moving steadily forward.
Kattie's breath caught in her throat. Her sphincter had been resisting, but Jason was hard enough that he just forced right past it anyway. She felt the ring of her asshole suddenly give briefly then restrict again as his glans popped inside of her. She looked back to verify - yep, only his dick head was in. She didn't know how it was possible. It already felt huge, her holes impossibly stuffed. Her asshole spasmed, trying to shut but being unable to, struggling to adjust to this intrusion.
Then, of course, Jason slowly pushed the rest of his cock in. Kattie opened in her mouth in a silent scream, but only a long, thin wail escaped her lips. She couldn't even catch her breath to really yell. She dug her nails into the back of Trevor's head beneath her, involuntarily, as Jason kept thrusting until his full member was buried in her rectum. She had never imagined it was even possible to feel this full. It was like every nerve ending in her body had migrated to the general area between her legs. She could feel every tiny movement of their dicks as they slightly adjusted.
The camera guy was getting a closeup somewhere behind her. She could not believe she had two cocks in her. It was like something from a porno. It WAS a porno! Kattie realized she was being made into a porn star. She felt a fresh spurt of wetness squeeze out of her from around Trevor's dick, and drip down to join the rest of her pussy juice already coating his balls.
And then they fucked her. Kattie just remained inert sandwiched between them, unable to do anything but take dick. Suddenly Aaron was getting back into place in front of her, and then his cock was back down her throat, fully fucking her face, just plunging all the way in like it was a pussy. She breathed heavily, just through her nose, seething and expressing a high pitched moan as they all sawed in and out of her. The cock in her throat constantly hitting her gag reflex as the two dicks in her nether regions reamed her holes in tandem, just the thinnest membrane separating them.
Aaron eventually quit forcing her to deepthroat him and went back to having her lick his crotch clean. As she bucked forward over and over from Trevor and Jason, she tried to keep her face pressed against Aaron, grateful for the opportunity to breathe. She ran her tongue over every inch of his cock and balls, as well as the surrounding area, even down into his crack slightly, just sucking all the salty sweat off of him and leaving him polished with her saliva. He would occasionally dip his dick all the way back into her throat, but would quickly go back to letting her clean him.
After about 8 minutes (which felt like an eternity to Kattie), Trevor started to cum again. Almost on cue, Jason joined him, busting his load deep in her ass. Kattie could feel their cum shooting out of them inside of her, almost hot as it came out. They held their positions for several moments after their orgasms had subsided, almost as if they were waiting for their dicks to soften before pulling out. Kattie imagined Trevor's two loads inside her pussy, joining the other two that had been shot there earlier by two of the other guys. She wasn't on the pill. She could just picture the cum pooling around her cervix, seeping through to her uterus.
It wasn't long until Aaron had worked himself to his limit as well, and he began cumming as well. He kept his dick in her mouth as he did so, depositing his huge load on her tongue as well as shooting some past her uvula, which she had to quickly swallow as he pulsed in order not to choke.
Finally they all pulled out, leaving Kattie panting and leaking on the floor of the van. The camera guy was of course getting a close up of her asshole or pussy and the white trickles issuing from them. Kattie had never felt so used in her life, group fucked mercilessly like a sex slave in some eastern European brothel by her younger brother's teenage friends. Of course, she had never felt so mind-numbingly turned on or sexually gratified either. This is what the deepest, most buried facet of her psyche had wanted her whole life.
She lay there, breathing heavily, barely able to respond as the camera guy slid his hand in a wiping motion through her labia and then up through her ass cheeks, collecting the cum there on his fingers, which he then fed into her mouth. She automatically licked his fingers clean, then lifted her head enough to see out the windows. She just noticed that they had come to a stop somewhere.
"Not to worry, pet," said Daniel. "Plenty more to cum. Good job boys, you really did a number on her. But this slut needs more dick, doesn't she? More stranger dicks, I'm thinking, with some random acquaintances thrown in? I'm sure there are plenty of guys who know you who are willing to take up this proposition."
At the thought of more guys she knew, and some she didn't, ravaging her in every hole with their bare dicks, she suddenly felt a pulsing jolt to her pussy. Oh god. Why did that concept turn her on so much? For the thousandth time that day, she tried to wrap her head around what was going on, and the consequences of it. She suddenly felt light headed, and her face was hot to the touch. Was my life over?
"Let's head on in," Daniel said. She noticed where they were for the first time - one of those seedy motels with two floors and the doors to all the rooms opening out to the parking lot.
"Hand her her shorts. You didn't get cum on your shirt did you? Eh, not that it matters. If anyone sees you they'll just know you're a ."
Trevor awkwardly handed her her little gray gym shorts and he and Aaron and Jason bashfully watched her, unsure of how to act in the wake of their act. Kattie couldn't make eye contact with them, With all the dignity she could muster, she slipped the shorts back on, simply pulling them back up over her still leaking holes. Her entire inner thighs down to her knees were slick with cum and pussy juice, but she had nothing to clean them off with.
"We've got room 206 reserved," Daniel said. "I think it's time to post the address in our little online chat. I'm sure our viewers who are already in the area will pay a visit. Why don't you go upstairs and get yourself ready for them? I think you've still got a long night ahead of you."
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KATTIES ABDUCTION FANTASY CH 3-4 IT BEGINS
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Posted:Feb 18, 2024 11:32 am
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Chap 3
They spent the rest of the day doing their normal things. Steve barely got anything done. He kept watching Kattie through the plexiglass window between their cubicles. He was feeling so intensely horny that he thought he’d calm down by watching some forced porn. He searched through the thumbnails and came across a little blond who’s hair looked just like Kattie’s.
As he clicked on her video an add popped up from the Abduction Fantasy site. It proclaimed “Do you want to watch live? Tune in this Friday around 7 pm PST. See one of our female experience her abduction livestream. Only $1 per minute. No guarantee how long the event lasts, as she will be able to use her safe word to end her ordeal. Sign up now to not miss any of the live action.”
When 5 o clock came he leaned into her cubicle as she was packing her stuff up.
"See you next week," he said cheerfully. She made a funny face at him and stuck her tongue out. Steve smiled to himself and calmly walked out of the office. As soon as he was out of sight of everyone, he made a mad dash for his car and drove home as quickly as he could without getting pulled over. He went into his apartment and pulled up the homepage of the fantasy-abduction service, connected his TV and waited.
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Daniel and his four fellow demented doms sat in their van and watched Kattie cross the parking lot of her apartment building. He looked down at the picture of herself she had sent him.
"There she is boys. Let's give her a little while to get settled in, then we're going to bust in. Remember to make this as realistic as possible. She said she wants it to be a brutal gang-gang. No holds barred. This bitch seems to think she's an ultra-freak. We'll test that theory. I doubt she's prepared for the kind of shit we can come up with. But remember, escalate slowly. Give her time to say the safe word once she's had enough. Remember, it's 'Rumpelstiltskin,' or alternately and firmly blinking three, two and once, should her mouth be gagged. Be on the lookout for it. As soon as she gives the signal or says the word, we pack up and leave her be. She's given us the $500 already, and make sure all of the cameras are set up, our real money comes from vid sales. Jason, first thing you do is hack into her internet, run the live stream originating from her ip address. I don’t want to risk our data connection running out of bandwidth."
They waited in the van for another 45 minutes or so, then pulled their black masks on.
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Kattie took another sip of her wine and leaned back into the couch. She had Netflix going and wanted nothing more than to just be lazy and do nothing for the next two days. She needed this break. She was just wearing some old running shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She wasn't trying to impress anybody. She tucked her bare feet up under herself and snuggled in.
At that moment a crashing boom reverberated through her apartment. Dazed and in disbelief, she looked up to see that her door had been kicked in, and five men in black were standing in the doorway, wearing masks. She hurriedly got up and stood uncertainly against the back wall, cowering.
"I don't have much money, but you can take whatever you want," she stammered. "Just don't hurt me."
The men came in and shut the door back behind them. One of them stepped forward and looked around the apartment, nodding to himself.
"Take whatever you want," she said again, her voice rising in panic.
'She's a pretty good actor,' Daniel thought to himself.
"Oh trust me," he said. "We will."
He snapped his fingers and the four men behind him rushed forward and grabbed her. She screamed, but one of them quickly put their hand over her mouth. One guy wrapped both of his arms around her chest from behind and lifted her off the floor. Her bare legs went kicking through the air.
"Putting up a fight, are we?" Daniel asked. Snapping his fingers at Jason. Jason pulled out a nice looking camera and attached it to her laptop that was sitting out and already running. “This is easy.” he laughed. "Let's get the show started."
The men held Kattie in place as she looked on, helpless, as this man turned on the camera and angled it on its small tripod toward her. What on earth was happening? He pulled up a webpage and typed something in, then clicked a button. A video player popped up, taking up nearly the whole screen. Kattie could see her own terrified face in it, being played back to her in real time HD. The man clicked again and a red LIVE symbol appeared in the corner. Kattie's eyes widened even further.
"Say hello to all your soon to be fans, miss."
A small counter was visible in the bottom corner, counting up quickly. "89 viewers," in just the first minute.
"Let's get this party started," Daniel said.
The guys holding Kattie suddenly started ripping at her clothing. She gave another muffled scream and kicked and contorted her body wildly, trying to curl herself into a protective ball, but they soon had her shirt off, followed shortly thereafter by her sports bra that they ripped clean down the middle. Kattie vainly tried to cover her breasts and fight her attackers off at the same time, but all four of her limbs were held tightly by different men, and being pulled in different directions. They soon had her shorts off and over her legs, leaving her only in her panties. They positioned her crotch straight at the center of the screen and then held her long, pale legs spread open as wide as they could stretch them. Daniel pulled the flimsy fabric aside that had been her last vestige of privacy. Her pussy was revealed in all its glory to the camera, the shaven lips pulled slightly apart. Kattie's mind was racing. To her horror and embarrassment, Kattie found that her pussy was suddenly moist, and getting wetter by the second.
Daniel ran a finger through her slimed gash. "Well what a nasty little girl we have here," he said. He suddenly ripped her panties in half and pulled them off of her body. He wadded them up and stuffed them in her mouth. She could taste her own pussy mucous coating them.
They continued to hold her spread eagle to the camera, completely naked. The counter now at 4509 viewers. Daniel ran his slick fingers down between her asscrack, centering in on her butthole and rubbing it with his middle finger. She instinctively puckered, trying to resist any intrusion.
"What a nasty little girl indeed," Daniel said, his breath hot against her ear. Suddenly he plunged his finger into her asshole up to the second knuckle, sliding in easily with the aid of her pussy juice. He twirled his finger in what felt like a wide circle inside her, rubbing the inner walls of her rectum. He pulled his finger out and inspected it.
"Lucky you're clean," he said. He pulled the wadded up panties back out of her mouth, and then popped the finger in. Kattie tried to resist, but he was wiping it on the surface of her tongue.
"Suck your juices and slime off of me. That's a good girl."
He pulled his finger out and then rubbed the wadded panties all over her crotch, grinding it in between her pussy lips like he was trying to mop up all the new juice, and then stuck the freshly slimed cloth back in her mouth.
"Say hello to all your viewers," he said. "They're going to get to know you really well, I think."
Hands were groping her entire body, pulling on her tits, slapping them. She felt hands rubbing her feet, fingers between her toes, several groping her groin, exploring recklessly. Fingers going in and out. It was a sensory overload, especially with the added rush of panic and shock. She had never felt so opened. So exposed. The cameras pointed straight at her felt like a giant eye, looking not just at her but in her. Through her. Her crotch felt hot and she noticed the urgent throbbing in it. She hazily noted that her pussy was absolutely pouring. She was confused and terrified, but at the same time she had never been this turned on in her life. She struggled one more time with a great, shaking effort to clamp her legs shut, but it was useless. They were as wide open as if they were held in a steel vice.
20,414 viewers. 'I love these chicks that want to be filmed,' Daniel thought. 'Excellent advertisement.'
Suddenly Kattie noticed a cock slapping against her face. One of the guys pulled the panties out of her mouth. "Let's get some use out of that mouth," he said. Kattie initially resisted but the dick kept pushing against her lips and she ultimately relented. She knew there would be no escape at this point. She had always fantasized of this, but had never wanted it to actually happen. But now that it was, what could she do? In a haze of horniness and bewilderment, she opened her mouth and let the cock slide in.
Now that this had started, all the other cocks came out too. They hoisted Kattie up onto her knees, and stripping themselves of their pants, stood in a half circle around her, leaving a clear shot for the camera, all of them sporting thick erections and waving them in her face. Kattie couldn't help but notice that they were all extremely well-endowed.
"Put some passion into it," one guy said to her. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her further onto his cock. She gagged but managed to take him into her throat slightly. The tip of her nose just brushed up against the man's pubic hair. She started to gag harder, her throat reflexively trying to force the cock out, but he held her head in place.
"Probably not the first cock you've sucked," someone said. "Tell us how many cocks you've sucked, Kattie."
He gave her a sharp pop on the cheek with the palm of his hand. She mumbled into the cock in her mouth. She wondered how the fuck he knew her name. Suddenly she noticed a couple of guns that they had set on her coffee table.
"Give my friends some love, too," he said, and grabbed her wrists and directed her hands to two of the cocks on either side of her. She began clumsily jerking them off as she kept sucking the first guy, now terrified of what they would do to her if she didn't cooperate.
She went in a circle, switching between the five naked cocks vying for her attention while always keeping her sweaty hands full with two others. They controlled her roughly, pounding into her mouth like it was a pussy, balls deep. She wretched and gagged over and over, tears streaming down her face in black rivulets from the mascara she hadn't taken off after getting home. Slobber poured from her mouth and hung in long ropes from her chin. All of the men rubbed her all over and grabbed her modest but shapely tits during this whole process, squeezing them hard and even slapping them. Between cocks she couldn't help but stare straight into the camera in humiliation and lust. How on earth could this be happening? 367,382 viewers. On the right side of the screen a litany of vile comments poured in, commenting on her body and dick sucking skills, most of them degrading her and making vile remarks about what they'd like to do to her. Her pussy was throbbing and pouring, even as she flushed in shame.
After several minutes of this, the leader said "Let's show this slut off to her fans." Three of the men suddenly hoisted her completely off of her feet and once again held her legs wide open to the camera, but this time they held her up in the air right in front of it, so that the camera was pointed straight at her wide-open crotch, from a distance of only about two feet. Kattie tried to let her head flop back so that she didn't have to place her face in the same, humiliating shot, but the guy behind her grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and forced her head up to face the camera. Kattie's face flushed deep red as she saw comments come in, commenting in detail on her vagina, about what they thought of her labia, and so forth. She thought she would pass out from the shame, amplified all the more by the fact that she had never felt this sexually realized in her life.
"Fucking wet, aren't you?" the leader asked. He ran two fingers up her gash, then brought them to her mouth to suck clean. She really was fucking soaked; juice was literally dripping from her cunt onto the floor. Her pussy was absolutely throbbing as she tried to wrap her mind around the idea of half a million horny strangers inspecting every intimate detail of her.
He pulled her outer labia apart with both hands, revealing the pink, smooth interior.
"Take a good look at it folks," he said. "This pretty cunt is going to be ruined by the end of the night."
He stuck two fingers into her hole, parting them slightly to test the resistance. "Very nice, Kattie," he said. "You've got a nice, tightly clamped little hole here. You're sure you're not a virgin?"
In fact, Kattie had only ever had sex with one man, someone she had dated for five years. She just looked into his eyes in terror, breathing heavily. The tears still poured down her face. Her heart pounded so loudly she could almost hear it as she imagined what all they were going to do to her.
Daniel suddenly plunged his two middle fingers all the way into her, hooking them upward inside her and pressing his palm against her clit. He suddenly jerked his hand in a rapid vibration, twitching his fingers in her in just such a way as he did so. Kattie suddenly felt a rapid surge of pleasure in her crotch like nothing she had ever felt before, a mind-numbing tingle that almost made her roll her eyes back in her head. She found herself moaning and almost screaming hysterically. Suddenly, to her amazement, an absolute jet of liquid shot out of her pussy, spraying Daniel's hand and coating the wall behind the laptop in a huge streak of water, like someone had fired a water gun at it.
"Looks like we got ourselves a squirter," Daniel said. He wiped his wet hand on her face. "Isn't that fun? Tell you what. Max, grab one of the cameras, we're going to need a camera operator from here out. The static angles won't cut it. We need to really follow the action."
As Max grabbed one of the cameras from its tripod and began filming like this was a porno, the men laid Kattie down on her back on the couch, then spun her and contorted her so that her legs were draped over the back of the couch, leaving her ass and pussy up in the air above her face, like she was doing some strange form of scrunch. It was a very strange and uncomfortable position, with her neck and shoulders carrying most of her weight.
Daniel grabbed her hips and adjusted them. "Got to make sure we angle this right," he said.
With that he plunged his fingers back into her and began hitting her g-spot again. Within moments she was squirting again, but this time it arced nearly straight up then fell directly onto her own face. She spluttered and tried to breathe, amazed at how much could keep coming out. The guy with the camera circled around, alternating focus between her gushing cunt and her wet face.
Each of the guys switched out, taking turns puppeteering her cunt like they owned it. There seemed to be an almost never-ending reservoir of this squirt stored inside her. By the time they were done her couch was completely drenched, like someone had upended a five-gallon bucket on it.
"Alright, let's get us some of that pussy now."
They flipped her to lay on her back normally on the couch, her long, lithe legs held spread eagle by guys on either side of her. The camera was front and center, with her man-handled pussy exposed right in the middle of the screen. Daniel shed his pants and stood between her legs.
"We're up to half a million viewers, Kattie," he said. He lay down on her, sinking between her legs. With ease he slid his unprotected, rock hard cock into her soaked cunt, bottoming out in her, despite his considerable size. Kattie groaned. He began picking up a rhythm, fucking her hard.
Chapter 4
The head of his cock kept hitting her cervix at first, but soon it seemed to withdraw somewhat to accommodate him. He slammed all the way into her, over and over. She stifled a piercing moan. It was like every nerve ending in her body had migrated to her pussy.
"How do you like that?" he whispered in her ear. "Getting fucked like a for the viewing pleasure of half a million guys? Like a fucking porn star."
Every word intensified her reluctant pleasure. Wet, squishing sounds came from her crotch as he hammered into it. He shifted his thrusting somewhat so that it was angled upward slightly, rubbing the head of his cock directly on the upper wall of her pussy. She felt that tingle again; he was managing to hit her G spot with his dick.
"I hope you like the idea of being public jerk off fodder for the rest of your life, bitch. Our viewers love to save our videos and repost them all over the place. This ain't never going away. You like that? That turn you on, you nasty slut? The possibility of your brothers, friends, ex-boyfriends finding this video?"
Terror filled Kattie’s mind as she realized what he was saying.
With one last good thrust he pulled out. Another swell had been building in her crotch, and when he pulled out it was like he had uncorked a champagne bottle. She squirted violently all over him, her body trembling uncontrollably with the aftershocks.
"Somebody else use this slut," Daniel said.
The other four men all took their turn with her, fucking her much like Daniel had: unprotected, whispering degrading filth in her ear, and hitting her G spot all the while. After a while they had quit holding her legs open; she was just doing it on her own now, not even noticing. Two of the guys came inside of her, bursting their hot loads directly on her cervix, almost like they were trying to get it straight into her womb. Each burst brought a fresh surge of panic to Kattie, cutting through the waves of pleasure. Being allergic, she was not on the pill. The other two guys pulled out at the last second and deposited their loads directly onto the wet porcelain skin on her face.
Daniel came forward and added his cum to her face after the last guy finished. The guy holding the camera got a close up of her splattered features. One of her eyes was glued shut, and a cum bubble blew out of one of her nostrils when she exhaled. She tried not to look at the camera. She had never been so humiliated in her life. Everyone watching could surely tell how much she loved being controlled and exposed. She tried to tell herself that now they had all cum they would leave her alone and this would all be over.
That illusion was quickly shattered.
"How many guys have you fucked before today, Kattie?" Daniel asked. He kept using her name. She still had no idea who he was or how he knew who she was. "What's your body count? Got to be pretty huge for an easy slag like you. I bet you fuck every guy who takes a second glance at you."
Kattie had, of course, only been with one man, but she couldn't bring herself to defend herself. How could she, covered and filled with the cum of strangers? She said nothing, determined not to play along with this sick fuck's game.
"Well whatever it is, I think your number is going to get a lot higher today." He walked over to where her cellphone was and turned it on. With a sudden sense of dread that somehow eclipsed everything that had happened so far, Kattie tried to wrap her head around what he might be doing now.
*
Steve watched from his laptop in the darkness of his room. He could not believe how perfectly it had all worked out. He watched along with 653,000 other people as Kattie was made to do the most degrading, life-ruining things, and all in HD. He knew he should feel guilty but he just didn't, at least not much. His lust was too great for him to care.
He watched as the second guy came in her unprotected pussy, and the camera got in close again to show the thick creampie slowly ooze out of her red, well-fucked pussy. It was convenient that she seemed to keep herself perfectly shaved. It was like she had prepared for it, which of course everyone watching would think was indeed the case. Only Steve knew that this whole situation was not actually with her consent. Everyone else just thought she was a truly kinky slut with a massive exhibition and abduction fantasy fetish (which, of course, she was). 663,485. He wondered if anyone she knew happened to be watching, in for the surprise and delight of their life.
After the next three guys all came on her face, Steve watched Daniel grab Kattie's phone off the table. Well this was getting interesting.
"How about we show some of your friends how nasty you are?" he asked her. "Would that do it for you?"
Steve could tell Kattie was mortified. She looked paralyzed, but didn't even say anything to stop him. She knew it wouldn't matter. If only she knew the safeword, Steve chuckled to himself.
"Let's see who you've been texting most recently. He grabbed Kattie’s finger and pressed it to the phone’s sensor. Click, the phones main page lit up. Pressing messenger Daniel started reading. Mom...ok we'll skip that for now. Steve? Who's that?" Daniel read off some of their latest texts. "Seems like you've been a bit flirty with this guy. Why not skip the courtship bullshit and see what he really thinks of you?"
Daniel snapped a picture of Kattie up close. He then wrote something on the phone, then held it up in front of her face. "Think that will get his attention? I'm about to hit send." He paused for several seconds, looking at Kattie. Waiting for a response. Steve knew he was giving her the chance to say the safeword. The safeword which wouldn't come.
"Fine." Daniel exhaled.
A few seconds later Steve's phone buzzed. He quickly opened it, his pulse quickening at being brought into it like this. It was a text from Kattie, of course, featuring a close up shot of her on her knees, her face covered in cum, somehow looking sultry and inviting, despite the reality of the situation. The message read: "Interested in joining?"
He refrained from replying. He'd prefer his involvement to be less noticeable at the moment.
Kattie was in a deep state of shock. Thinking of Steve’s words to her at the office. He’ll help me fix this he can do anything with computers. He’ll help me get this off the internet, I know he will.
On the laptop, Steve saw the other side of the scene continue to play out. Daniel was taunting Kattie with the text he had just sent. Now he was saying "Let's send it to some other guys you might know too. Maybe send them some pics of whatever they want?" Daniel started making a group message, showing Kattie each person he was adding.
“No, no why are you doing this to me?” she begged through her tears.
*
Daniel had expected her to tap out, or at least indicate that she didn't want this latest action to occur, but she stayed with it. He was amazed. This bitch is still fully playing the game. He even thought about stopping it all, then he remembered that he had agreed at her insistence that he’d have to give her her money back if he broke character. My god he worried that if she got a lawyer involved, he might even have to give her back all the revenue from the live stream. While thinking through this he had his finger over the send button. He counted out, “Five, four, three, two…” still nothing from Kattie. “One. Pause, Click” He had just sent a photo of her naked, on her knees, covered in cum, to about ten guy contacts in her phone, and she hadn't stopped him. What a kinky freak she had really turned out to be. He thought this could easily ruin her life or career, but she was evidently too horny to stop it. He'd been doing this for a while, but he had never met a who got off so hard to this humiliation and exhibition. Very well he thought. He would find her limit. Everyone has one.
Kattie bowed her head and cried.
Within a few minutes two of the guys had responded. Some lucky, bewildered guys by the names of Ed and Justin.
"Holy shit, you for real?" Daniel read out loud to Kattie.
"Sounds like Ed can't believe his luck.” Teased Daniel.
'Damn girl,' says Justin.
Oh and he's asking for a picture of your asshole. How about that. He seems to have quickly accepted his new conception of you as a slut. Let's indulge him, shall we?"
She shook her head no…
They made Kattie get on her knees, face down, ass up. Daniel got a closeup picture of her widely spread ass, her puckered little pink asshole right in the center.
"He's sure to like this," Daniel said. "I'm going to go ahead and send it to the other guys as well. Along with 'I need you to fuck it.' That sound about right, Kattie?"
She made no response. What would be the point? At the same time, she suddenly felt a fresh jolt deep in her loins, followed by a noticeable renewed gush of wetness to her pussy. She felt the blood rush to her head. As horrified as she was by the proceedings, this latest escalation had excited something even deeper within herself. Was she actually getting excited by the very real prospect of people she knew seeing her like this? Something about the complete loss of power, the complete inability to stop these men from turning her into a completely exposed slut, whose only purpose was to bring them pleasure, almost paralyzed her with nervous, toxic lust.
Over the next half hour Daniel took and sent about 20 more pictures of Kattie in every compromising position imaginable - many closeups of her pussy or asshole, and many with her face in them. He had gone through and sent all of these to about 30 different male contacts in her phone. Old friends, current coworkers. He even sent some to her boss. With each send, Kattie felt another piece of control of her life slip away, and with every send, she felt herself become increasingly resigned to her doom. With this resignation came, ever increasingly, more arousal. It was difficult to explain. She was devastated and horrified, but also more turned on than she had ever been in her life.
The complete domination, the complete loss of control, was intoxicating. Taking the continued pictures began to become intensely erotic for her, knowing that each one was contributing to destroying her professional and probably social life. But what could she do? She could feel her entire body literally pulsing with sexual pleasure, manifesting in her swollen clit and pussy as another closeup of it was snapped. Something happened to her. She began to realize that she was a toy, she craved it.
Daniel completed making a group in her message service of all the male contacts. A hundred and eighty eight of them. He then typed in the link to the live video stream of “Kattie’s premier”. He even had set up a coupon code the gives each 5 minutes of free watch time. The code was KaysContacts.
Talking to Kattie, "I've set up all your male friends a link to the video feed here," Daniel showed her. "And if I had to make a bet, I'd bet that every single one of them is probably going to tune in, don't you think? I'm sure those pictures piqued their interest. He took her chin in his other hand. “Go ahead slut. I want you to press send.” He placed the phone on the floor by her right hand. He knew she wouldn’t, couldn’t or there would be no male friends upon which to continue her existing life. He wasn’t even going to stop her from deleting the link, if she so chooses. Kattie moved her hand over the phone’s keyboard and hit the backspace which deleted the “m” in com at the end of the link. She then hesitated and lightly hit the return button and the message was sent.
She looked up and saw Daniel’s mouth drop open. Daniel became quiet for a few minutes and went over to the laptop. He typed a few things and some stats popped up on the screen. He showed Kattie. One of the stats showed that the number of viewers that used the coupon KaysContacts was at 64 and climbing. Kattie looked dumbfounded as she watched the counter climb… 82… 97…. 118…127… 141. The counter seemed to level off at just under 150.
“So now that they've taken a look at the site they probably have a pretty good idea of what an extreme closet freak you are, huh? Why don't you say something to them?"
Kattie was on the ground, leaning back against the couch, her legs lifted slightly and held wide by two of the guys, almost spread eagle before her, everything exposed from the soles of her bare feet right to the glistening, pulsing gash of her pussy. She didn't fully understand what he meant about the website, but she didn't even care at this point. She gazed brokenly into the lens of the camera. All of her male friends and acquaintances were already watching. There was nothing left for her to hide. She was ruined. She felt a thick, fresh pearl of pussy juice roll out of her hole and down her ass crack, big enough to be visible on camera.
Daniel got in a little tighter with the camera. "Tell them you're glad they know what a nasty slut you are now."
Two bare dicks were slapping against her forehead as she stared into the camera. How was she supposed to deny it? Would anyone even believe her?
"Tell them."
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