Jovie Chastain
I take a bit of time in the restroom, cleaning myself up and sliding my panties back on. When I came down from possibly my favorite orgasm ever , sexy Santa man was gone.
As I walk out the bathroom I screech as two large men grab me, one shoving a gag in my mouth and pulling it tight and locking it in place , then they both take me by the arms and I practically lifted off the ground as my tip toes kick and drag across the polished floors. I scream and lick and thrash and my heart beats hard as fuck as I whip my head side to side. Looking at the men who just look straight ahead as they cart me into a stairway and I’m forced upstairs. Then another flight. To the third floor and I’m sweating with nerves for what’s about to happen.
I scream as a blindfold is pushed onto my eyes and then I hear the door open. A deep voice telling them to leave me.
I’m dropped unceremoniously onto the fucking floor. I hit it with a thud and then pushes up and go to reach for the blindfold but then a large foot pushes at my back. Taking me to my stomach and my hands give out from the force and the bastard is stepping on me.
“Dont touch the blindfold.” He voice carries like a thunderstorm through my body as I lay there. Actually terrified.
“I won’t hurt you.” He says and I somehow do not believe that. Not at all.
“Well, I suppose that a bit of an untruth. I plan on hurting you. But if you’re a good girl, maybe I won’t hurt you…too much.” He says and I whimper.
“Mmm, I love that sound. Do it again.” He presses his foot into my back harder and I whimper. But not because he demanded it. But because I can’t fucking breathe from the pressure of my stomach and rubs on the floor.
Suddenly his foot is gone and two large hands grab my wrists and I pulled across the fucking floor. My skin and outfit dragging across hardwood then a carpet and then back to wood and I whimper as I’m cuffed to what sounds like two poles. My arms spread out , my wrists pull and pull and I whimper around the ball gag. Fuck, they say never to trust a rich persons “secret parties”. I was warned by a few people that it was probably some sacrificial rich elites shit. But , I wasn’t into conspiracies. But apparently they were right oh god. Was I going to be bled for a sacrifice ?!
“Calm down.” He growls at me as I keep rattling the handcuffs against the pipes or poles or whatever he yell the fucker attached me to.
“This will be fun. I promise.” He says. For WHO asshole? I wanted to scream.
I feel the same shoe that pressed into my back kick my legs apart.
“Adorable, I really like this.” He says and I feel the tip of his shoe give a soft little kick to the deer tail on my panties.
Maybe I was over reacting.
“Have you ever been fucked by a stranger , love?” His deep voice rumbles as I feel the tip of his shoe now nudge against my cunt through my panties and my hips lift and he hums. I shake my head.
“Would you like to be fucked by a stranger, love?” He asks as he pushes the toe of his shoe harder against my pussy and I settle my hips and breathe hard through the gag. Okay. So maybe I wasn’t a sacrifice. This was just a bit more extreme than I’d expected. But again I suppose there was a lot more happening behind the closed doors of this party than what was happening in the open areas.
“Would you?” He asks and he kicks my pussy, fucking kicks it! My hips jumps. It wasn’t hard. But the god damn fucker kicked me between the legs!
I whimper.
“Yes or no, love?” He asks as he drags the tip of his shoe from my clit to my cunt through my panties and then presses harder and I feel my damn pussy chase the tip of his shoe. He chuckles.
“That’s what I thought. Youre ready to get fucked, aren’t you love?” He asks and I moan as my hips keep moving and his foot stays still and I’m fucking grinding on the toe of his shoe.
“I like watching that little tail of yours while you rub your pathetic little pussy on my foot , love” he says and I moan through the gag and my hands pulls at the cuffs. I may like this random man calling me love while making me his slave , just a bit too much.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking your little cunt.” He growls and licks me again and I jolt. It’s harder than before. Still nothing major. But it makes me huff. Because I’m pretty sure I wasn’t into getting kicked in the fucking pussy no matter how “gentle” it was.
His foot is gone and I lay there whimpering as I listen to the shuffle of clothes , his belt , his zipper.
“On your fucking knees” he says and whimper as I do as I’m told and draw my knees up and try to lift my hands but can’t. I hear the other ends of the cuffs slide up just an inch or so along the metal before they’re caught and I know that means I need to keep my face to the floor because it’s my only option.
“Good girl” he says and I feel his hand flick the little deer tail on my panties and then grab them and yank them hard to the side making my hips jerk in the same direction and then o feel him behind me, moving. His cock pushes against me. Bare. There were rules. And rules stated protection had to be used. Even though we were required to submit clean tests one week before the party. Not just for reasons of stds but surely nobody wanted a sex party baby nine months from now.
I try to speak around the large ball gag in my mouth , to say I’m not on anything , but my mumbled protest breaks into a scream as his two large hands grab my hips and yank me back onto every fucking pussy ripping inch of his cock. I’m not even sure if my vision goes black because of the blindfold. But fuck. That hurt. I’ve never been so fucking full in my life. Granted I was only nineteen and could count my male partners on one hand , but Jesus Christ.
“You ever been raped, love?” He asks and I freeze as he pounds into me again making me scream again.
“Ever had a man take exactly what he wants , how he wants it, with no regard for whether or not you want it?” He groans and his large hands grip me harder and I’m given another brutal thrust and I can feel my eyes water from the pain of it. Was it really rape if I wanted him to keep going? Yes. Because while I might enjoy this more than I should, there was still the matter of this man taking me bare , and me being unprotected.
“Ever had a man fuck you like a whore and cum inside your sweet little breedable cunt , Jovie?”he groans and I clench around his massive dick as he keeps giving me mean and punishing thrusts. Each one making me cry louder around the gag and pull at the cuffs that now bite into my wrists.
“Do you enjoy being raped , love?” He asks and I cry as he keeps fucking me. I’m so confused by how wet I am , my pussy dripping as I cry.
“I’ve never met a woman that didn’t get wet for it” he groans.
“Youre no different, I can feel just how much you love it”he groans and goes faster.
“I’m going to cum inside of you ,love” he says and I shake my head and scream no behind my gag and just groans at my muffled protest as his hands put my protesting him right where he wants them as my hands rattle the cuffs on the poles.
“Mmm, such a fighter” he groans and his hands and his knees push over ontothe back of my calves and I cry out from the weight on them as he keeps them pinned down and his hands keep my pussy right on his cock as he holds my waist and keeps pounding into me.
“A pretty thing like you…needs cum in her…you’re just too sweet….too fucking wet and tight….too fucking breedable….im going to fuck my cum into you now, love” he groans.
“Youre by far the best present I’ve ever given myself , love” he grunts.
“Merry Christmas Jovie”he groans as he spills inside of me and I scream behind my gag and can’t believe he actually fucking did it. His hips jerk and he thrusts so fucking deep inside me as his cock slams onto my cervix and he holds himself there as he spills the rest of himself into me.
“Merry, fucking, Christmas” he groans.