Sunday, July 15, 2012


Author's note:

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Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

Samantha was growing tired of the warnings. Every single member of her family and friends seemed to want her to know that delivering pizzas was dangerous work; certainly not something meant for a girl. Listening to them talk, one would think that she had signed up for active combat as opposed to just delivering food.

It wasn’t like she had a ton of options. The economy sucked and no one seemed to be hiring for safer work. Her car was in working order and she knew that she could make decent money off delivering food. It was better than starving to death while waiting for a more desirable job, at least.

It was the end of a Friday night, and Samantha had made mediocre pay. Still new at the job she had been having difficulty finding addresses, and her customers were punishing her lack of promptness with low tips. Needing the money, she volunteered to stay until close.

The phone rang two minutes before closing. Normally an order placed so late would be refused, but she begged her manager John to accept it. She needed the money, and the address was on the way home. Additionally, it was a pretty big order, which usually meant a larger tip. John wasn’t happy about it, but he was a generally nice guy and he understood how desperately Sam needed the money.

Once the pizzas were ready Samantha paid for them out of pocket and clocked out. This would save her the time and gas of having to return to the store after the delivery, as she could simply pocket the money and go home. Loading the pizzas into her car, she headed off.

She found the address without any difficulty. It was a fairly large house, and it looked like someone was having a party. After parking her car on the street she stowed the night’s tip money in her glove box and grabbed the pizzas.

Reaching the house, she found the front door wide open. Dozens of people were inside, drinking and having a good time. Despite the door being open Samantha attempted to ring the doorbell, hoping that whoever was going to pay for the food would come to her. Finding the doorbell broken, she reluctantly entered the house. Samantha didn’t really care for large crowds.

Wandering around, she hoped that the person with the money would spot her. Unfortunately, everyone seemed pretty drunk, and no one seemed to acknowledge her presence. She attempted to ask a handful of people who had ordered the pizza, but most of them seemed too far from sober to give an intelligible answer. It took her a good minute or so to find out that the name of the man who had ordered the pizzas was Quinn, and another minute to actually find him.

Quinn looked like he was in his late 20s or early 30s. Tall and attractive, Samantha quickly felt insecure in his presence. She didn’t consider herself ugly, but in her work uniform she felt tremendously awkward.

You can put them on that table, he instructed after spotting her. I’ll be back in a minute, I just have to grab the money.

Samantha obeyed his instructions, placing the pizzas on the table. Standing by them awkwardly, she waited for his return. She felt as though everyone was eyeing her, but told herself that it was probably just her imagination – they were probably more interested in the food that she had brought. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was suddenly the focus of everyone’s attention.

Quinn returned after a minute and shut off the music on his way in. As he entered the room everyone became immediately silent, making Samantha deeply uncomfortable. None of what was going on made sense to her but she didn’t know what to do. As Quinn approached her she stood still, feeling terribly nervous.

Sam, is it? he asked, reading her name tag.

It is, she timidly answered. Short for Samantha.

Well, Sam, I’d like to thank you for delivering the pizzas, he replied. Despite it being a large order and late at night you were extremely quick in getting here, and you deserve a large tip for that. More importantly, though, you now have a chance to earn an even larger tip.

No thanks, she answered. She needed the money, but she was extremely uncomfortable and just wanted to get home.

Come on, Sam, he encouraged. Don’t be such a coward – at least find out what I’m asking before you shoot me down.

Samantha didn’t want to know what he was asking but she didn’t really have much of a choice. He hadn’t paid her yet, and she couldn’t afford to just throw away the $50 that the pizzas had cost. With no other options, she figured it wouldn’t kill her to just find out what exactly Quinn wanted.

Okay, she replied, trying to mask the nervousness in her voice. What are you asking?

A simply proposal, really, he answered. That uniform looks terrible on you, Sam – though I doubt it really looks good on anyone. Not to offend, but quite frankly you look ridiculous in it.

His words made Samantha feel tremendously self-conscious. She was already uncomfortable with her appearance in the uniform, and having a man whom she found attractive mention it hurt her feelings. The fact that dozens of strangers were watching and listening didn’t help things, either.

Don’t look so hurt, now, he comforted her, picking up on her discomfort. I’m not saying that you’re ugly – just that the uniform is. Unless you’re the person that designed it, you have nothing to be ashamed about. Hell, anyone would look silly wearing that thing, which brings me to my point.

Here’s the deal, he continued. I’m going to tip you $10 for the pizza – not a bad profit on a $50 bill. However, for each article of clothing that you remove I’m going to add $10 to that tip. Lose it all, and I’ll even throw in an additional $50.

No thanks, Samantha replied, trying to sound firm. She was uncomfortable enough as she was, stripping in front of strangers was absolutely out of the question.

See, there’s that cowardice again, Quinn observed. Frankly, it’s almost as unbecoming as that uniform is on you. An intelligent woman would realize that she could make an easy $20 just for taking her shoes off, yet you seem eager to walk out of here with a measly $10 tip.

Samantha considered the proposal. She did need the money, and it was hard to turn down $40 to strip out of her socks and shoes. Still, she felt very uncomfortable there with everyone watching her, and didn’t want to admit that she was wrong in declining his offer in the first place.

I’m not a whore, she stated.

Sam, I think you might be a little confused about what exactly whores do, Quinn explained condescendingly. I didn’t ask you to fuck for money; I offered you money to strip out of your clothing. If you’re too afraid to accept that deal, little girl, then that’s fine – some people are just natural cowards, I guess. Out of curiosity, though, might I ask how many pizzas you’d have to deliver in order to make $20?

Sam unwillingly did the math in her head, and realized that at the rate she was going $20 worked out to approximately 10 deliveries – more if she subtracted the cost of gasoline. Thinking about how long it would take her to do that, she felt a little foolish refusing $20 for something that she could do in a matter of seconds. Furthermore, she was a little irritated with the dismissive way that he accused her of being a coward. Though Samantha wouldn’t exactly describe herself as the bravest person who ever lived, she didn’t like the way that his words made her feel like an insignificant little child. Unable to come up with a reason not to, Samantha kicked off her shoes.

See, that wasn’t so hard at all, now was it? Quinn laughed, placing a $20 bill on the table along with $60 for the pizzas. Easiest $20 you’ve made in your entire life, right? Now the question is, do you want to leave it at $20 or see how much more you can get?

Samantha still wanted to get out of there, but she really could use the money. She wasn’t about to get naked in front of a roomful of strangers, but she realized that there were other things you could strip out of without shame. Eager to make some more easy money, she removed her jacket and socks.

Another easy $30, Quinn announced, placing the money on the table. But that’s about it for easy. You’ve made $60 so far including the initial tip, but you could make so much more. So, what’s it going to be – take the money and run away, or prove that you’re not a coward and grab some more?

Samantha thought about her situation. She was still wearing her shirt, pants, bra, and panties. She didn’t think that she could actually manage to get completely naked in a roomful of strangers, but the money was extremely tempting. Everyone seemed drunk, anyway – they probably wouldn’t remember a thing the next morning.

Taking a deep breath, Samantha stripped out of her shirt and pants. Standing in her underwear, she began to regret her decision – with every eye on her she felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life. Self-consciously, she folded her arms over her body.

And that’s $80, Quinn stated. Lose the underwear and you’ll make another $70 and walk out of here $150 richer.

I can’t, Samantha replied. I’m sorry, but I can’t just get completely naked here.

That’s just silly, Sam, Quinn laughed. You’re already almost there, and frankly your bra and panties don’t exactly cover much. Every man in this room can already tell pretty much exactly what you look like naked, yet you’re going to pass up a chance to almost double your money?

Samantha didn’t like the idea of getting naked, but his argument was compelling. $70 was more than she had been making for an entire eight hour shift, and she really did need the money. Reminding herself that no one except Quinn seemed sober enough to remember it anyway, she pulled her bra off and slid her panties down to her ankles.

Stepping out of the panties, the room erupted in laughter and applause. Samantha regretted her decision, but it was too late to change it. True to his word, Quinn added another $70 on the pile. Picking the money up, he offered it to her. Samantha lunged at it, eager to collect her earnings so that she could get dressed again.

After grabbing the money from his hands she spun around to collect her discarded clothing. To her horror, though, the clothing was no longer lying on the floor where she left it. Clutching the bills in her hand she folded her arms over her body, desperately searching the room with her eyes for her clothes.

Okay, who took my clothes? she demanded, hoping to mask the fear in her voice with a tone of anger.

Unfortunately, no one answered. Samantha knew that they had heard her – though no one was talking she clearly had everyone’s undivided attention. Beginning to panic, she spun back around to address Quinn.

Okay, asshole, she growled. That’s a very funny joke; now give me my fucking clothes back before I call the cops.

I didn’t take them, he laughed. And that attitude is hardly making me want to help you find out who did. Really, Sam, I’m hurt – I thought we were friends.

Samantha didn’t know what to do. She didn’t believe for a single second that he hadn’t been involved in her clothing’s disappearance, but she didn’t know how she could force him to help her. Realizing that she’d need to play along in order to get his help, she repressed her rage.

Okay, I’m sorry, she apologized through clenched teeth. I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything, and we totally are friends. Please help me find my clothes, Quinn?

I don’t know, Sam, he sighed. That doesn’t sound very fun at all, and I’m not hearing anything that would be in it for me. I think I’m going to have to pass, unless you can find a way to make it worth my while.

Okay, I get it, she sneered. Fine, take your fucking money back. Should have known there’d be a catch.

There was no catch, he shrugged. The money is yours, and I don’t want it back – if I did, I doubt I’d have given it to you so easily. Really Sam, you should stop being so paranoid.

Then what the fuck do you want? she demanded.

You can start by sucking my dick, he suggested. That seems like it would be an appropriate way for you to apologize for your hurtful accusations. Once you’ve done that we can discuss what I’ll need in order to help you.

I’m not a whore, she reminded him.

And I wasn’t planning to pay you, he laughed. But hey, if you need time to think it over, that’s okay. I’ll be around if you should change your mind.

Quinn walked away after saying his piece. Samantha tried to follow him, but her path was quickly blocked by partygoers. Looking around the room, she felt tremendously nervous. She was fully naked in a room full of fully clothed strangers, and they were all staring at her.

Further complicating matters was Samantha’s reaction to the situation. Consciously she was terrified; she realized that that was exactly the type of situation that everyone had warned her about. On a deeper level, though, it was turning her on. Samantha had always had a deep exhibitionism streak, and her libido didn’t seem to care one bit about the danger that her brain was screaming to her about.

Unsure of what else to do, Samantha began searching for her clothing. Still self-conscious about her nudity, she found it difficult to move around freely due to her need to cover herself with her arms. After a few minutes she realized how futile the task was – her clothing wasn’t lost, it was stolen. It seemed unlikely that whoever had taken her clothes would have simply left them lying around somewhere.

Realizing that she was wasting her time, Samantha decided to search for Quinn. She didn’t plan to actually go down on him in exchange for his help, but she hoped that she might be able to talk him into helping her just the same. Unfortunately, Quinn was no longer in the room and she wasn’t crazy about the idea of wandering around the house to find him. Exploring the rest of the house would mean that more strangers would see her naked, and more troubling that someone she actually knew might see her naked as well.

Steeling her will, Samantha left the room. She hoped that everyone else at the party would be too drunk to notice her state, but it seemed unlikely. As she began to wander, she found that everyone noticed her condition, and most were all too eager to point it out to those who hadn’t.

The staring and pointing wasn’t the worst of it, though. Samantha found that every time she walked within grabbing distance of someone, that someone crudely groped her. Most focused on her breasts and ass, but a handful of the bolder ones aimed between her legs. She was very careful to keep her thighs clenched tightly together – she had no desire for anyone else to find out how embarrassingly wet she had become.

Eventually, she spotted Quinn in the kitchen. Making her way towards him she did her best to fend off the groping hands of strangers, though it was a futile effort. There were simply too many of them, and it was impossible to keep them all at bay.

Doing her best to ignore the anonymous hands that grabbed her she pushed her way towards Quinn. She was sure that he had seen her, but he seemed comfortable to wait where he was standing and let her come to him. She made it within five feet of him before someone grabbed her.

The stranger wrapped his hands around her right wrist, pulling it away from her body. Clenching her thighs together, she attempted to cover her breasts with her left arm; only to have that grabbed and pulled away by another stranger standing on her opposite side. With her arms restrained away from her body, she focused on keeping her legs together – until more hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart.

Samantha struggled, but it was no use. She considered crying out for help, but that just seemed silly – everyone in the room was already staring at her, it was unlikely that anyone would actually be interested in helping. As she tried in vain to wrench her limbs free she felt more hands exploring her body, crudely groping her most sensitive flesh. Unable to stop them she simply stood there and accepted the abuse, trying as hard as she could to not be turned on by it.

Unfortunately, the owners of the hands didn’t seem satisfied with merely squeezing Samantha’s breasts and ass. After a few seconds she felt fingers worming between her legs, exploring her crotch. After roughly rubbing her clit for a few moments, a finger slid into her.

Jesus Christ! a stranger announced. You wouldn’t believe how wet this slut is!

I am not, you fucking liar! she protested.

Fine, don’t take my word for it, the stranger laughed. Someone else check this out and back me up – this bitch is literally drenched.

Samantha’s face went bright red. She knew that the stranger had been telling the truth, but had hoped that she’d be able to bluff her way to dignity. As the stranger withdrew his hand a different man slipped his hand between her legs, sliding a finger inside her. Groaning in shame and humiliation, Samantha realized that their assault was only intensifying her arousal.

Bill’s telling the truth, the new stranger laughed. This whore really is juiced up.

The room erupted in laughter while Samantha tried to force her legs shut. It was futile, of course, but she didn’t know what else to do. While she struggled against the powerful hands that held her open and vulnerable, the new stranger began to pump his fingers in and out of her. Humiliated, Samantha realized that she was actually wet enough that she could hear the sloshing sounds emanating from her crotch.

As the stranger began to build up speed, Samantha felt new hands canvasing her body. Groping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, she was finding it increasingly difficult to mask her lust. Biting down on her lip, she did her best to refrain from openly moaning under the assault.

Samantha was in the process of adjusting to the hands groping her when she felt a finger worming its way between her butt cheeks. Mortified, she tried to thrash back and forth but found that the grips on her limbs were far too tight to allow her any defense. While the crowd laughed at her humiliation she felt the finger forcing its way into her asshole, crudely probing her depths.

Samantha was finding it increasingly difficult to control her arousal and maintain her focus. Though consciously terrified, the stimulation to seemingly every inch of her skin was just too much for her to handle. Feeling her vagina growing wetter by the instant, she began to moan against her will.

Feeling her resolve rapidly melting away, Samantha became vaguely aware of Quinn slowly approaching her. Racking her brain, she searched for something to say to him to convince him to help her. Unfortunately, she found it tremendously difficult to focus on anything with the strangers’ hands expertly manipulating her flesh.

Well, I see you’ve found something to keep yourself entertained, he laughed. Should I assume that you no longer want my help finding your clothes?

A very significant part of Samantha wanted to tell him that it was a fair assumption, but she forced that part down. As much as she was enjoying the abuse, she was still terrified and humiliated. Samantha didn’t want to be a slut, and it was difficult for her to ignore that being completely nude in a party while being groped by strangers was a pretty slutty thing to do. Focusing her willpower, she tried her hardest to repress her own moans so that she could answer his question.

You have to help me, she blurted out. Please, I don’t want this.

Is that so? Quinn laughed. Cause, you know – I heard a rumor that your cunt is apparently dripping all over the place. Hell, I can even see the evidence from where I’m standing – George’s fingers are shiny with your slut slime.

That doesn’t mean anything! she protested.

I disagree, he retorted. I’m pretty sure it means that you want to fuck. And hey, good news, bitch – this house is full of men, and probably a handful of women, that would love to help you out with that.

Please, just let me go and help me find my clothes! she begged.

I suppose I could, he laughed, but judging from how easily George’s fingers are sliding in and out of you I think you’d just resent it. You might not want to admit it, but you’re a complete slut and this is exactly what you want.

I am not, she moaned, hating herself for her inability to sound more serious and less lustful.

Well, if you’re going to insist on lying to me, I don’t see how I can help you, Quinn sighed. It’s sad, really – again, I thought we were friends, Sam.

Samantha absolutely did not want to admit that she was a slut, but she didn’t see what choice she had. It looked like Quinn was about to disappear again, and she had no idea how she would manage to get free and find him if that happened. On a deeper level, the fact that she was having difficulty holding back an orgasm was making it very difficult for her to believe that she wasn’t every bit the slut that he claimed she was.

Okay, wait, she moaned. You’re right, I’m a slut. Please help me now, Quinn? I need your help.

If you say so, he shrugged. Sorry, George, but it looks like Sam here needs me instead of you. Step away, but don’t worry – I’m sure you’ll get a turn later.

Unclear on what was going on, Samantha watched as George sighed deeply and backed away, withdrawing her fingers from her. Quinn approached her confidently, stopping mere inches away from her body. Maintaining eye contact, he reached down and slid his fingers back into her.

Quinn’s dexterity managed to make George’s efforts seem almost infantile. Expertly probing her while rubbing her clit, he drove her to distraction. It took all of Samantha’s focus to remember that she wanted him to help her find her clothes, not get her off.

That wasn’t what I meant! she moaned, feeling her legs begin to wobble. I meant that I need you to help me find my clothes! I want you to stop all of this!

See, there you go hurting my feelings again, Quinn sighed. Tell me, slut – what exactly am I doing wrong, here? You’re clearly the expert on getting fingered by strangers, so enlighten me. How can I improve me technique?

It’s not that, she cried. Your technique is fine, but I just want to get dressed and go home!

Fine? he shot back. Come on, Sam, have a little respect for me. I know what women mean when they say something is fine. It’s the polite way to say inadequate. Frankly, my feelings are so hurt that I just don’t feel like helping you at all.

Samantha wasn’t quite sure how she should react. She knew that she wanted to get her clothes and go home, but she was having difficulty remembering why. She did, however, understand that it would be a bad idea to make Quinn angry at her.

I’m sorry, she moaned. I didn’t mean it like that. Please accept my apology?

I’m not really looking for a verbal apology, bitch, Quinn growled. We discussed the correct way for a slut like you to apologize earlier, I believe.

Samantha remembered how Quinn had referred to performing oral sex on him as an adequate way to apologize for hurting his feelings. At the time it had seemed out of the question, but things had since changed. Being relentlessly groped by countless strangers made the thought of going down on him seem comparatively far less slutty than it had earlier.

Okay, wait, she blurted out. I’ll do it.

Do what, slut? Quinn laughed, continuing to expertly masturbate the helpless girl.

I’ll suck your dick, she whimpered, feeling terribly slutty just saying the words.

You make it sound like such torture, he sighed. That’s rather personally insulting, you know. If you’re truly sorry for your transgressions, you probably shouldn’t act so disgusted.

Samantha was torn. Deep down, she did actually want to do what he was asking. Unfortunately, her desire to not be seen as the type of girl that would go down on a stranger that she had just met in a public place was preventing her from being open about that. Reminding herself that she did actually need Quinn to help her, she swallowed her pride and gave herself permission to be honest about her desires.

I’m sorry, she began. I didn’t mean to imply that it would be torture. Please let me suck your dick, Quinn? I really, really want to. Please don’t deny me the honor of taking your cock down my throat?

The honor? he laughed. I suppose when you put it like that I just can’t refuse her. Let her go, guys – I don’t think she needs to be restrained for this.

The strangers obeyed Quinn, releasing their grips on Samantha’s wrists and ankles. Freed, she briefly considered running but knew that she wouldn’t. She tried to tell herself that it was because she knew that she’d be caught, but she knew it was really just because she didn’t want to.

Dropping to her knees, she quickly undid Quinn’s pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. As his semi-hard penis flopped out she hesitated briefly. Painfully aware that everyone in the room was watching her, she was struggling with the reality of what she was about to do.

Reminding herself that she had no choice, she reached up and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. As the roomful of strangers watched, she brought her face up to his groin and gave it a nervous lick. Realizing that she would need to do more, she inserted it into her mouth.

Quinn didn’t seem pleased with her timid performance. Placing his hand on her head he ran his fingers through her hair and clamped down hard. Gripping tightly, he forced her to rapidly bob her head back and forth.

As Samantha allowed Quinn to take control of her actions, the other strangers in the room decided to get back in on the act. Again feeling their probing hands, Samantha considered trying to swat them away but thought better of it. She didn’t like looking like a slut, but she could not deny that she was enjoying the stimulation. Besides, they were just squeezing and groping at the moment – it wasn’t like anyone was sticking anything inside her.

The lack of poking didn’t last, of course. After a few moments, she felt someone’s fingers working their way into her vagina. The fingers felt thicker than Quinn’s, but lacked his dexterity. Samantha considered swatting them away, but again chose not to. They might not have felt as good as Quinn’s had, but they did feel good. Besides, from a kneeling position it was unlikely that too many people could see what they were doing.

After a few more moments, another set of fingers attempted to work their way into Samantha’s vulnerable anus. She did attempt to swat those away – though she may have been overpowered by her lust, she wasn’t about to let a stranger finger her ass. Unfortunately, the owner of the fingers didn’t seem to care for her lack of consent. Grabbing her wrist, he held it down and slapped her hard across the ass. As the pain gradually dissipated, Samantha felt his finger working right back into her asshole. Jerking back, she forced Quinn’s penis out of her mouth so that she could protest.

Not in the ass! she growled, hoping to make it very clear that that particular orifice was off-limits.

Quinn didn’t seem to approve. Tightening his grip on her hair he pulled her head away from him, forcing her to look up. Holding her in position he brought his hand down across her face, slapping her roughly. It hurt, but Samantha was surprised to find that it also turned her on.

It’s not a good idea to give me orders, Quinn explained. It’s an even worse idea to stop sucking my dick to do so.

I’m sorry, she pleaded, but I don’t want anyone putting anything in my ass!

Quinn let out an exasperated sigh and shot Samantha a disapproving look. Visibly disinterested in her objections, he slapped her across the face again. Once more, Samantha found herself confused as her body grew more aroused from the rough treatment.

Sluts like you don’t get to be picky, he warned. There’s a lot of people at this party, you know. If we limit you to just your two preferred holes, I don’t think that everyone will get a turn – and that just wouldn’t be fair.

Samantha was terrified. She had hoped that she’d be able to get out of there having simply given Quinn a blowjob and allowed a few strangers to grope her; she didn’t expect to actually have to have sex with anyone – much less anal sex. She wanted to argue, but couldn’t think of anything that she could say that would result in anything other than another slap to the face.

Accepting that she wouldn’t be able to talk Quinn out of it, she switched her focus back to performing oral sex on him. She hoped that she might be able to do a good enough job that he’d take mercy on her and protect her, but a part of her was looking forward to the abuse. Consciously she found the idea of being raped by a houseful of strangers to be terrifying, but she found it to be a major turn-on as well.

As Quinn again took control of Samantha’s actions, the person who had been fingering her ass went back to work. Unable to protest verbally, Samantha merely groaned in humiliation as his fingers probed deeply into her. Unfortunately, her groans simply provoked more laughter and did nothing to stop his assault.

As the fingers began to pump in and out of her ass Samantha began to unwillingly enjoy the abuse. Although uncomfortable, the stimulation wasn’t actually painful. As she began to adjust, she found that she quite enjoyed the feeling of being probed in all three holes. Her willpower rapidly dissolving, she realized that if everything kept up the way that it was she might actually reach orgasm.

As much as she would enjoy an orgasm, Samantha didn’t think she could handle the humiliation that she knew she would experience if she actually managed to achieve one. In the hopes of distracting herself she poured her energy and focus into orally servicing Quinn. She figured that the sooner she got him off, the sooner the whole thing might end.

Quinn didn’t exactly make it easy for her to cooperate, though. Gripping her hair hard he had complete control over her movements, and it didn’t seem like he was planning to cede any of that control. Allowing him to control her head, Samantha focused on massaging his cock with her tongue.

As time progressed Quinn’s control grew increasingly more violent. With each stroke that he forced he went a little deeper and a little faster, frequently gagging Samantha. As she felt the tip of his penis being forced repeatedly into her throat she considered protesting, but had no idea how to go about doing so. Instead she simply focused on preventing herself from vomiting.

Unfortunately, even Quinn’s rough treatment wasn’t enough to distract her from orgasm. The owners of the many hands that were on and in her body seemed to follow Quinn’s lead, and had grown for more aggressive in their assault. Terrified at the thought of cumming in public Samantha again wrenched her head off of Quinn’s penis, pulling her hair painfully in the process.

You need to make them stop, she begged. I’ll suck your cock, I’ll do anything else you want, but you need to tell your friends to take their hands off of me.

Quinn made her regret her demands quickly. Releasing a heavy sigh, he again slapped her hard across the face. Shooting her a disapproving look, he made it clear to her that he was displeased with her disobedience. Thoroughly intimidated, Samantha tried to lower her face submissively; but Quinn held her in place.

Your facial expression tells me that I don’t need to further remind you that you don’t give the orders here, he observed. Just the same, I’m feeling curious. Tell me, bitch – why exactly do you want my friends to stop?

I’m not a slut! she proclaimed.

Looking more irritated than angry, Quinn again slapped Samantha across her face. She let out an involuntary moan, inspired by both Quinn’s brutality and the relentless hands of his friends. Terrified, she realized that she wouldn’t be able to hold off her orgasm much longer.

We’ve discussed the importance of honesty, Sam, he sighed. I thought we were past this – every single person in this house already knows you’re a slut, so why hide it any longer? Regardless, you didn’t answer my question. Why exactly do you want them to stop?

They’re going to make me cum, she confessed tearfully, unsure of what else she could say but the truth. Please don’t make me cum like this, Quinn?

Of course they’re going to make you cum, slut, Quinn laughed. I mean, it’s not exactly rocket science – shove things in a slut’s holes and she’ll inevitably cum. I just can’t understand why that would be a problem for you.

Samantha racked her brain for an explanation, but was unable to come up with anything other than I’m not a slut. She knew better than to attempt that explanation again – she didn’t want to be slapped again, and she realized that her behavior was directly contradicting it anyway. Fortunately, rather than wait for an answer Quinn simply rammed his penis back into her mouth, sparing her from having to reply.

Realizing her orgasm was inevitable, Samantha stopped trying to hold back. As the hands and fingers continued to explore and probe her, she felt her orgasm begin. Moaning loudly into Quinn’s crotch, she hoped that no one would notice, though it seemed unlikely. There were far too many people paying attention to her for everyone to miss it. Besides, Samantha’s orgasms were rarely quiet.

As waves of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her body, Samantha gave up on any attempt to be subtle. She knew she’d probably regret her openly slutty behavior later, but that was the last thing on her mind. Arching her back and grinding her hips back to meet the probing fingers that violated her, she let everyone know exactly what was going on.

As Samantha’s orgasm gradually wound down Quinn pulled her head off of his cock. Looking around, Samantha saw that every eye in the room was still focused on her, and most were quietly laughing. Once her orgasm finally ended, the strangers began to applaud; amplifying Samantha’s shame.

That sure didn’t take you long, Quinn laughed. You know, for a girl that claims she isn’t a slut, your behavior doesn’t exactly agree. I mean, most decent women wouldn’t strip naked in a house full of strangers and then cum so loudly when being finger-fucked in front of an audience.

Her face bright red, Samantha began to weep tears of shame. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that this wasn’t who she was, but she couldn’t even convince herself. She tried to lower her face to hide from everyone’s laughter but Quinn sadistically held it high, letting everyone see her clearly.

Rather than force her back into orally servicing him, Quinn pulled Samantha to her feet. Her legs still wobbly from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced, she followed Quinn as he led her to the kitchen island. Pushing on her back, he bent her down over it. With Samantha bent over the island, Quinn’s friends quickly grabbed her wrists and held her down.

As Quinn reached between Samantha’s legs she considered clenching them shut but decided not to. Doing so would make it difficult to balance, but more importantly she had little interest in blocking his advances. Sliding two fingers inside of her, Samantha quickly remembered how skillful he was. Feeling that she had already sunk as low as she possibly could, she began to moan loudly as Quinn masterfully fucked her with his fingers.

And you claim you aren’t a slut, Quinn laughed. Less than a minute after you came, and you’re already good to go again. Tell me, bitch – what kind of a woman do you think behaves like that?

A slut, Samantha lustfully admitted.

Good girl, Quinn praised. Since you’re being so honest with me, I think you deserve a reward. You obviously enjoy getting fingered by strangers, but I’m betting that you’ll like the real thing even better.

Samantha thought about asking him to reward her by helping her to find her clothes instead, but it seemed silly. It didn’t seem like the kind of request that he would agree to, and she wasn’t even sure that she really wanted it. Though still terrified and deeply ashamed of her behavior, she couldn’t ignore how much she was enjoying her abuse.

Removing his hands from her crotch, Quinn slowly guided the head of his penis into Samantha. As Samantha moaned in lust, he slowly pushed into her. Though Samantha had been extremely turned on, she felt as though his massive cock was stretching her to her very limits.

You like this, don’t you slut? Quinn laughed. You’ve only known me for a few minutes, and already you’re taking my cock while my friends watch. Tell them what you are, bitch.

I’m a slut, she moaned lustfully.

Goddamned right, he growled, picking up speed. And guess what, slut? As soon as I’m finished with you, they’re all going to take turns too. How’s that make you feel?

Samantha wanted to lie and say that it made her feel disgusted, but she didn’t see the point to it. Quinn obviously had figured out how she reacted to public humiliation and it was unlikely that she’d be able to fool him. Besides, everyone must have already assumed that she was the biggest slut in the world, so it wasn’t like lying would buy her back any dignity.

I fucking love it, she confessed. I don’t want to, but it makes my cunt wet.

Of course it does, slut, he replied. And yet, you rudely asked me to tell them to stop earlier. Correct yourself, bitch. Tell them how much you enjoy their attention, and how much you’d like them to continue.

Asking Quinn’s friends to continue molesting her seemed a bit much for Samantha but she didn’t really have a choice. She did want them to continue, and Quinn didn’t sound like he was asking. Besides, with him fucking her from behind at least her asshole was safe – the worst they could do would be to continue groping her breasts.

I’m sorry I pretended I didn’t like it earlier when you were groping me, she announced to no one in particular. Please accept my apology and use me however you see fit.

They didn’t need to be told twice. No sooner did Samantha finish her apology then she felt countless hands running all over her skin, converging on her breasts and ass. As they squeezed and groped her sensitive flesh, she felt another orgasm rapidly building.

Dude, you need to switch to a different position, someone stated. We can’t finger her asshole like this, you know?

What do you think, slut? Quinn asked. Is your asshole getting all neglected and lonely? Do you want to switch to a different position so my friends can stick their fingers – or anything else they feel like – in your back door?

Samantha really didn’t want to answer the question. The truth was that she did secretly want someone to finger her ass again, but she didn’t want to admit it. In her mind, anal sex just wasn’t something that normal girls did – it was reserved for whores and sluts, and should be avoided at all costs. It seemed so disrespectful and dirty to her. Unfortunately, those very qualities made it extremely desirable as well. She could accept that she wanted it, but she wanted to be forced so that she could absolve herself of any moral guilt.

Quinn, however, didn’t seem to have meant the question rhetorically. Pulling out, he slapped her ass hard before inserting himself back into her. Realizing that she’d have to give an answer, Samantha decided she may as well tell him the truth.

I do, she admitted.

Pulling his cock out of her again, Quinn grabbed Samantha by her hair. After jerking her upright, he led her back into the living room, using her hair as a leash. Taking a seat on the couch, he motioned for her to straddle him.

Samantha eagerly complied; climbing up over Quinn’s seated body. After aiming the tip of his cock at her slit she slowly slid down on it, impaling herself. Evidentially displeased with her lack of speed, Quinn grabbed her ass hard and began to force her to bounce up and down. Once Samantha had assumed the rhythm that he had shown her, though, he released her ass and relaxed, folded his hands behind is head.

Quinn’s friends didn’t wait for an invitation. The instant his hands were off of her ass, Samantha felt their hands crudely squeezing her cheeks and pulling them apart. Once they were spread open, she felt someone forcing two fingers into her. The added girth of the second finger hurt her at first, but she quickly adjusted to it.

It wasn’t just her ass that they focused on, though. A pair of hands reached over and slid up her chest, focusing on her breasts. Looking down, Samantha realized that they were a woman’s hands.

Samantha had always identified as straight. She had never been with a woman, nor had she ever really wanted to. She considered batting the hands away and explaining that she wasn’t gay, but it didn’t seem like a great idea. Not only did it seem like it would be ineffective, but she suspected that if Quinn knew how uncomfortable she was about lesbian sex he’d likely make a point of forcing her into it.

Samantha tried to force herself to ignore the gender of the hands’ owner, but found it difficult to do so. More troubling to her, though, was the fact that she realized she actually deeply enjoyed the stimulation. Though the stranger lacked the forcefulness of a man, she more than made up for it with her dexterity. As she continued to expertly massage Samantha’s nipples, she found herself moaning in pleasure.

So, you’re into girls too, huh? Quinn observed, picking up on Samantha’s enjoyment. Why aren’t I surprised? That’s probably for the best, by the way – you’ll be sucking Jill’s cunt later tonight, and I wouldn’t want it to be awkward.

I can’t, Samantha protested weakly. I’m not gay.

Please, sluts like you can’t be too picky, Quinn laughed. You don’t seem to care about her gender while she’s fondling your tits, I doubt you’ll care much later when she’s fucking your mouth. It’s a moot point, anyway – you don’t have a choice.

Samantha was strangely grateful for his statement. The fact that she really didn’t have a choice absolved her in a way. Realizing that she would be used as Quinn saw fit whether she liked it or not, she stopped fighting her reaction to Jill’s talented fingers. She was still terrified by the thought of having to actually go down on a woman, but it didn’t make much sense to dwell on it.

After several minutes of riding Quinn, Samantha felt the fingers that had been probing her anus withdraw. As soon as they were removed, she felt something wet and slipper being squirted into her ass. She couldn’t tell precisely what it was, but she gathered that they were lubing her up.

After feeling the fingers massaging the cool fluid into her for a few seconds she found out why they were lubing her up. She couldn’t tell exactly what the object was from her perspective, but she knew it was big. She assumed based on how it felt that it was a dildo, and though it didn’t feel enormous it was certainly much larger than the fingers that had been inside her.

Samantha grunted loudly as they continued to force the object into her. Even with the lube it was still fairly painful for her, though the pain was manageable. Pain aside, she was getting extremely nervous – as the dildo pressed deeper into her ass, the fantasy of remaining an anal virgin throughout the night seemed less and less probable.

Don’t look so worried, Quinn stated, having noticed the concerned expression on Samantha’s face. They’re just getting you ready. It might hurt a little, but you’ll be grateful for it later.

Ready for what? Samantha demanded, already knowing the answer but not wanting to accept it.

Ready to get your little whore asshole fucked, of course, Quinn laughed. We’ve been through this, slut – you’re a three-holer, and you’re going to be used like one. Hell, as soon as they’ve got you stretched out I’m going to bend you over and do the honors.

Please don’t, Samantha begged. Please, I’ll cooperate with you for everything else, but please don’t fuck my asshole!

Samantha knew it was unlikely that he’d accept, but she felt the need to try. Although the idea of being used in all three holes was a major turn-on, she was terrified of making it a reality. Still, a part of her hoped that Quinn would outright refuse her request.

I’ll make a deal with you, he offered. The talented young woman playing with your whore tits is named Jill. As I mentioned, Jill will most likely be fucking your face before the night is over. If you can get her off in under sixty seconds, I’ll spare your tight little asshole – for tonight, at least.

Samantha considered the deal that he was offering. She was still terrified of actually going down on another woman, but it didn’t seem like there was any way for her to avoid it. Getting her off in under a minute didn’t seem likely, but she had to try.

I’ll do it, she reluctantly sighed.

Quinn motioned for his friends to back off. Removing the dildo from her ass they quickly obeyed. After wrapping his arms tightly around Samantha’s waist Quinn stood up, lifting her up with him and keeping her impaled on his dick.

Looking over Quinn’s shoulder Samantha watched as Jill took a seat in his place. After hiking her skirt up high, Jill spread her legs wide. Samantha gulped in dread as she pulled her panties to the side to reveal a neatly trimmed bush.

Lowering Samantha to the ground, Quinn forced her down to her hands and knees. As he took his position behind her, Jill reached forward and grabbed Samantha by her hair. Tugging on the hair, she pulled Samantha’s head into her crotch.

As Samantha nervously approached, Quinn squatted down behind her and resumed fucking her. Distracted by his rough penetration, Samantha momentarily forgot all about Jill. Jill didn’t seem to appreciate the lack of attention at all – holding her steady with one hand, she slapped her across the face with the other.

Don’t you fucking ignore me, she warned. If you’re going to get me off in under a minute, you’re going to need to give me your complete, undivided attention.

I’m sorry, Samantha tried to say before being silenced with another slap.

Jill pulled Samantha’s face close to her crotch but didn’t actually force her to make contact. In a way, that was worse – it forced Samantha to actively participate. Timidly reaching her tongue out, she gently touched it to Jill’s clit, unsure as to what she’s doing. The taste was surprisingly pleasant, but she just couldn’t get over the fact that she was performing oral sex on a woman.

You’ll never get her off on time like that, Quinn criticized. You’re going to have to be far more aggressive. Speaking of which, someone keep time – she has one minute, started now.

Remembering that her anal virginity was on the line, Samantha repressed all the negative thoughts she was feeling about being with a woman. Diving it, she sealed her mouth over Jill’s clit while forcing a finger inside her. Gently sucking on her clit while massaging it with her tongue, she began to finger fuck Jill.

You know, Jill mentioned, for someone who claims that she isn’t gay you certainly seem to enjoy sucking cunt.

As the room burst into laughter, Samantha felt tremendous shame. She had never planned on being with a woman, and the fact that her first time was so vulgar wasn’t helping her accept it. More troubling, the way that Jill referred to her so disrespectfully was a major turn-on. Telling herself that she was only doing it to spare herself from a worse fate, Samantha poured her energy into servicing Jill.

Though inexperienced, Samantha made up for her shortcomings with enthusiasm. Before long, Jill was beginning to moan and grind her crotch back into Samantha’s face. Samantha began to feel optimistic – though making Jill cum in such a short amount of time seemed extremely difficult, it was beginning to feel more possible.

The idea of actually making a woman cum was simultaneously terrifying and highly erotic to Samantha. On the one hand, it seemed like the gayest thing that she could possibly do – there was no way that she could consider herself a straight woman after making another woman cum with her tongue alone. On the other hand, she realized that she deeply wanted to be used like that. The fact that it was so taboo only seemed to make it hotter.

As Samantha tried her hardest to get Jill off, Quinn seemed to be trying his hardest to distract her. Bracing his hands around her hips he fucked into her hard, showing her no mercy. His tactics were working – Samantha found it increasingly difficult to pay attention to what she was doing with Jill under Quinn’s brutal assault.

Forcing herself to focus on Jill, Samantha abandoned any sense of dignity and did everything in her power to bring her off. Though she had never been with a woman before she knew what she liked when receiving oral sex, so she did just that. Before long, Jill was breathing heavily and making the same exact sounds that Samantha typically made when she was about to cum.

Samantha wondered how much time had passed. Distracted by both Quinn and Jill, she really had no idea. Still, no one had called time yet, so continued to focus on making Jill cum.

Forcing a third finger into Jill’s vagina, Samantha brought her over the edge. As Jill wildly bucked her hips and pulled Samantha face into her crotch, Samantha felt herself cumming as well. Between the taboo of the situation and Quinn’s powerful strokes, it was simply too much for her to hold back.

Eventually, both women’s orgasms wound down to a finish. As Jill released her grip on Samantha’s hair, Samantha looked up eagerly. She hoped that someone would tell her that she had succeeded and her asshole would be spared for the night, but all she received was more applause and laughter.

Two minutes and eighteen seconds, someone called out.

Well, you do get points for effort, Quinn laughed. Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the fact that you failed to live up to your side of our arrangement.

Quinn pulled out of Samantha as his friends moved in to hold her steady. After rubbing a generous amount of lube into his cock, he positioned the head at her anal opening. As he began to apply firm pressure, Samantha felt the head slip inside.

The pain may not have been impossible for Samantha to handle, but it certainly was impossible for her to ignore. Quinn was larger than the dildo she had taken earlier, and she could feel her asshole stretching to accommodate his girth. Thankfully, he went very slowly, but Samantha still struggled to not cry out in pain.

More noticeable than the physical pain, though, was the emotional turmoil. Right after being forced to accept that she could no longer identify as strictly straight, Samantha was being forced to accept that she could no longer claim to be an anal virgin, either. With her face still in Jill’s crotch and Quinn slowly sliding his dick into her ass, Samantha felt sluttier than she had ever felt in her life.

As Quinn continued to push into her slowly, Samantha could feel every eyeball in the room glued to her nether region. She realized that they all probably knew they were seeing her first time taking it up the ass, and they apparently were very interested in how she would handle it. Some of them were taking pictures and video with their cell phones. Samantha wanted to bury her face and hide from them, but the only place to bury it was between Jill’s legs.

Eventually, Samantha felt Quinn’s hips pressing up against her ass. Realizing that he was fully inside of her, she began to weep in shame. Not only was she no longer a stranger to anal sex, but countless strangers had watched and recorded her deflowering.

Quinn gave her a moment to adjust before he began slowly pumping in and out of her. With each stroke, the pain gradually became less noticeable. To Samantha’s horror, it actually started to feel good. Still mentally reeling from the knowledge that she was getting fucked in the ass in public, she struggled with the understanding that she actually liked it.

I think this bitch is getting off, Jill laughed. She’s quiet, but I can hear her moaning.

I’m not surprised in the slightest, Quinn shrugged. She is a slut, after all. Still, you could always help her out a bit – she did get you off, after all.

Climbing down off the couch, Jill laid flat on her back and slid below Samantha’s body. Feeling the woman force her head between her thighs, Samantha wasn’t sure how to react. She felt as if she should protest in some way, but secretly was eager to let her continue.

Wrapping her arms around Samantha’s waist from below, Jill reached her head up and began paying Samantha back for earlier. Samantha gasped as her tongue made content with her sensitive clit. To her surprise, she found that she deeply enjoyed the sensation of being sucked off by a woman.

Sensing that Samantha could handle a little more, Quinn began fucking her slightly harder. Having adjusted to his size, Samantha found that all of the pain and discomfort that she had experienced earlier had faded into pleasure. With Jill continuing to masterfully please her with her tongue, Samantha found it impossible to refrain from moaning openly.

None of it made any sense to Samantha. She didn’t want to enjoy being sodomized, and she didn’t want to enjoy being eaten by a woman, either. Still, the sensation of both of those things at the same time felt incredibly good to her. She tried to lie to herself and tell herself that she just liked receiving oral sex, but she couldn’t get it out of her head that it was a woman who was making her feel so good.

Focusing her mind, she tried to pretend that it was actually a man who was expertly forcing his tongue into her vagina. Unfortunately, Quinn didn’t seem interested in allowing her to indulge in that fantasy. Grabbing her hair, he forced her face down into Jill’s vagina. Samantha struggled briefly to pull her face up, but it was futile. Quinn was far too strong, and a part of her actually wanted to be forced to go down on Jill again.

Don’t act so reluctant, slut, he warned. It’s insulting, and it’s not like you’re fooling anyone anyway. We all saw how cunt-crazy you were earlier, and we haven’t forgotten.

Realizing that there was no point in resisting, Samantha dove in and went back to tongue-fucking Jill. Forcing her tongue into Jill’s sopping wet pussy; she mirrored Jill’s actions. As Jill’s tongue and Quinn’s cock gradually wore away her resistance, she found herself caring much less about how slutty she was acting and much more about how good it felt.

With Samantha’s face buried in Jill’s crotch, Quinn began to pick up speed. With each stroke he moved a little faster and went a little deeper. Enjoying the sensation of being fucked in the ass, Samantha began fucking him back.

After several minutes, Quinn was fucking her full-speed and Samantha was feeling yet another orgasm building. No longer interested in or capable of restraining herself, she embraced it. As the crowd of onlookers cheered her on Samantha ground her hips down into Jill’s face, cumming hard.

Having brought Samantha to orgasm, Quinn pulled out of her ass. Rising to his feet, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head out of Jill’s crotch. Holding her steady, he proceeded to ejaculate across her face. Samantha willingly opened her mouth to provide him with a target, but most of his semen still seemed to end up decorating her face. What little did manage to find its way into her mouth she swallowed eagerly.

With her willpower completely worn away by the multiple orgasms, Samantha allowed Quinn to pull her to her feet. She instantly missed Jill’s talented tongue, but she was in no position to fight. Leading her back to the table upon which the pizzas sat, Quinn pushed her over it.

Don’t look so disappointed, slut, Quinn laughed, as he held her bent over the table. I may be done with you for now, but this party is full of other people eager to take my place.

Going limp, Samantha was vaguely aware of Quinn’s friends binding her in her position. She could hear the rip of duct tape as the attached her ankles to the legs of the table, and feel the rope wrapping around her wrists. Once Quinn took his weight off her she struggled briefly, more to test just how strong her bindings were than to escape. Finding them solid, she simply relaxed on the table.

Looking to the side, she saw Quinn place a mason jar next to her head. With the jar in place, Quinn removed the cash that she had been clutching in her hand the entire time and placed it inside the jar. Grabbing a marker, he wrote TIPS on the blank white label that was fixed to the jar.

I know that you say you’re not a whore, Quinn laughed, but I think you have some real potential there. I think you’ll find that profession to be far more lucrative than delivering pizzas.

Samantha knew that she should object, but she didn’t feel like it. The truth was that she was eagerly anticipating the rest of the night. In her mind, being a whore didn’t seem like that bad of a think to be anymore.


  1. awesome story! loved it. very hot. and you have your writing craft down tight.
    and thanks for making this whole piece free. i will be buying a bunch of others. i'm a fan of great BDSM

    typo at the very end: "bad of a think" -> bad of a thing

  2. Disgusting story of abuse...