Erosenin

Vanessa felt a hand on her ass. Like a whole handful of her ass. This was a full grope. That might not have been so strange if she had any memory of being at a party in the first place.

She knew these sensations. She had felt this level of energy. She had tasted this dry, bitter feel of sandpaper in her mouth. She didn’t have to question if she was on drugs, it was more a consideration of how many. But she wasn’t really in any condition to think too hard about that sort of thing right now.

Someone pushed a drink into her hand. She stumbled a bit but managed to keep most of it in the clear, plastic cup. She looked up to see who it was, but nobody was paying her any special attention. Did she pick it up on her own, then? She just shrugged and downed it.

Hot damn, it was straight whiskey. Okay. Wow.

Vanessa shook her head. She was expecting a party drink, whatever jungle juice could end up being amber. It was probably just Jack Daniels, otherwise she’d be even more confused about who would bring that to a party.

Two people walked up to her. One was actually making eye contact with her. She couldn’t make out any clearly discernible features on either of them. They were just vaguely people-shaped. She wasn’t even sure if she’d be able to tell if she did know someone here.

“So, 𐌅ቹ𐋅ሃ𐋄ፕ, this is Vanny. She’s our perfect girl. Isn’t that right, Van?”

What did they say? Was that a name? “Wha-“

“Oops, looks like she spilled on her shirt. Let’s get that off for her!” The first figure grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted up. Vanessa just raised her arms and let it happen. It tousled her hair into her face. She blinked and blew it away as it tickled the side of her nose.

“Go ahead and touch her, she loves it,” they said, brushing Vanessa’s hair back behind her ear. They looked directly into her eyes and smiled. “Don’t you, sweetie?”

Vanessa stared back in stunned silence, blushing. She couldn’t help but giggle a little. They were being so nice. Then she felt the hand grab her breast. She let out a surprised moan and raised her hand up to hold them there. She was really sensitive, apparently. Good to know.

The first person raised a closed hand up to Vanessa’s face. She instinctually opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. They dropped two small tablets on her tongue, then pushed her tongue back into her mouth with two fingers. “Good girl, Vanessa. Very good! Now, swallow.” She did as instructed. Their fingers pumped deeper into her throat a few times as she sucked and swallowed. It felt good.

They pulled their fingers out and wiped them on her cheeks. They scratched her under the ear, then turned to their friend and started to chat as they walked away. One of them gave her a nice, hard spank as they were leaving. The sting was heavily dulled by the nearby overwhelming warmth. That or the very real chance she was on at least one painkiller.

Vanessa continued to wander the party aimlessly. She wished that she wasn’t having so much trouble making out faces, or at least would’ve liked if there was a dog. Every party had a dog to hang out with and pet when you got bored, right? That was like a cardinal rule of parties.

She overheard conversations all around her.

“What’s she on?”

“How does she walk in those things?”

“Where are her clothes?”

Vanessa looked down at her shoes. They were pretty tall, a five-inch heel, nothing too crazy out of her wheelhouse. It was pretty standard attire for her so she had a lot of practice in them while drunk. What was less standard was that someone had lifted skirt up over her hips and her panties were entirely gone. It wasn’t that far from the norm, actually…

A pull on her neck wrenched her backwards. She tried to reach up to reduce the pressure against her windpipe but more hands grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back. She lost her balance, but the rough canvas around her throat alone kept her from falling to the ground. Vanessa heaved a dry breath through the tight choke. She was getting really wet. The three people worked together to lift her back up, then she heard a click behind her. When she tried to move her head, something jingled.

“About time our good girl earned her collar!” the voice behind her laughed. Hands reached around her body. One settled on her thigh, squishing the plush flesh between its fingers as it pulled her legs apart. Another wrapped around her chin, squishing her cheeks and forcing her to look forward as one of the people walked in front of her.

They cupped one of her breasts. She winced, still sensitive. They played with her nipple for a bit, reveling in the sounds it drew from her. They only stopped and pulled back to put on a latex glove.

“Uh, wai-“

Her collar pulled tight, stopping any possibility of questions immediately. The figure in front of her spoke firmly. “Dogs don’t speak, dearest.” They pulled out a small tub of something. It looked like Vaseline. They scooped some of it out with two fingers and massaged it around her nipple.

It felt like Vaseline, too, until it didn’t. The air felt ten degrees colder immediately. Her nipple hardened. It was already hard before, but now it felt like it was ready to cut diamond. And it ached. The moment they pulled their fingers away, it screamed for attention, for the warm embrace of getting groped again. The strangest part was only having that sensation on one side of her chest.

That issue was remedied quickly by another scoop rubbed into her other boob. Vanessa started panting. Her access to air was still somewhat restricted, the person behind her now using the hand holding her arms as an anchor to pull from for the collar. Her mind was too foggy to focus on anything other than the overwhelming need in her tits. Then, it suddenly spread lower.

Vanessa looked down, eyes wide. The person with the glove was rubbing her clit with it. They circled it a few times, then traced her folds, too. The whole world faded away, it was like she couldn’t feel anything else. Her body was just hard nipples and an aching, needy cunt.

She humped into them, trying to maximize friction with their fingers to relieve any amount of it. She felt cold and burning hot at the same time. It was torture, but it was also the most pleasure she had ever felt. Still, it was only the tiniest fraction of what she now needed.

Two fingers slipped into her. Her knees immediately locked together so tightly that it felt like it should’ve hurt. It didn’t, but she knew it would bruise later. The fingers bent, playing with her G-spot as Vanessa shook like she was freezing, wetting their palm.

“Good Vanny! Does that feel good?”

She couldn’t even try to answer anymore. All her fried brain could put together was the signal to whimper. She closed her eyes tightly, tears pushing their way out and down her cheeks. She whined, helpless in the void of sensory information other than the three stars of blinding pleasure.

“Okay, you’re going to cum and then we’ll give you a treat for being so sweet for us. How does that sound?”

After everything else that had been done to her, Vanessa was wary of the idea of a “treat.” It felt good, but she just couldn’t handle any more. She fought not to come, just to hold off for a little longer. Maybe whatever they put on her would get weaker over time?

She tried to look away, to shake her head and let them know it was too much. She was held in place as they leaned in and started to lick her clit. Her thighs slammed inwards, but it was too late. Their tongue lapped over her pussy, circling her clit while they continued brutally fingerfucking her cunt.

They were relentless. She felt like she was cumming constantly. Minutes turned to hours while she lost count after seven or eight orgasms. Maybe she hadn’t cum once, maybe this was just how her body always felt now. She couldn’t think. She was having trouble breathing from just how fast her heart rate was. She looked down through blurred vision to see them, their eyes looking back up at her. They seemed like they were getting as much pleasure from this as her. She wished she knew who any of them were.

“I can’t-“ A tongue delved deep into her to shut her up. If she hadn’t cum before, she was doing it now. They weren’t going to let her talk at all? The instruction repeated in her mind.

“Dogs don’t speak.”

The person behind her finally let go. Her legs gave out completely a while ago, so she just crumpled to the floor, exhausted. She felt hands on her hips pulling her ass up. Okay, sure, this is the part where they fuck her ass. At least that hole isn’t hyper-sensitive.

Vanessa felt a cool, smooth cylinder enter her from behind. Then, she felt a burning deep inside of her.

“Enjoy your treat, pup. You’ve earned it!”

She tried to squirm, but they pinned her again. The only things she could feel were a steady stream of liquid pouring into her ass, the ever-present ache of the triangle of overstimulation, and the distant idea of a coarse rug on her cheek and knees. It was mostly the first two, though.

The flow stopped. The cylinder was removed and replaced with a large plug. She knew the feeling of a buttplug, at least. What had they put in her? She tried to stand, but her heels fell out from under her. She tried again, but she tumbled face-first into the crotch of somebody sitting in one of the living room chairs.

Vanessa looked up to apologize. The person was already setting their beer down and unzipping their pants. Even looking straight forward felt disorienting. It felt like she was watching the world from the window of a crashing helicopter.

He… would guessing it’s a “he” be presumptive? It could be a gi-

Vanessa was deepthroating their cock before she could finish the thought. A hand in her hair raised her head up, then slammed her back down with a wet slap as she covered their balls in a sputtering of drool. They used her mouth like a fleshlight, beating her tonsils with the tip of their cock until she was coughing up cum around their shaft.

She was struggling to stay conscious at this point. Whatever combination of, what, over half a dozen different drugs she had been given by this point had fucked her up. She was just curious what that latest one was. With lidded eyes, she glanced back up at the person trying to knock up her wisdom teeth. The person they were talking to was holding an empty vodka bottle. They pointed at an area a little below the half-full point, then at her.

Oh God, did they make her buttchug that much? That’s like… no, math was not going to happen right now. As if. But that's gotta be at least ten shots, right?

“And you took it so well, didn’t you, Vanny? You did so good! Who’s our good g-“

That was when she blacked out. The rest of the night, Vanessa was in and out. She had to assume it was all one night, at least.

The first time she remembered waking up, she was on her back against the couch with someone holding her legs apart while they raped her pussy. Her nipples and cunt stilled ached, but the effect was weaker. Not weak, but weaker.

She felt sticky. She tried to brush the hair out of her eyes, but the side of her hand dipped into a puddle on her cheek. It all dragged across her skin as one thick, stringy clump. Someone must have been backed up.

She tried to look around for a sign of what time it was. Blackout shades covered all of the windows. No clocks were visible, not that she would even be able to read them. All she could see was the crowd around her. Oh… there was a lot of people here. She was used to being slutty at parties, but she just felt like porn at this point. Nearly everyone in the room was focused on her, just her and the guy raping her brains out. Kind of almost literally. There was a lot of sound but she couldn’t really make out any words through the noise.

A figure stood over her. They stroked her hair gently, then tapped their dick against her cheek. Vanessa opened her mouth and stuck her tongue. She got a response she couldn’t understand, but the tone made her think it must have been praise. She liked praise.

They shoved their dick into her mouth. It felt weird. It might have been rubber? She took it down her throat like a good girl all the same. They wrapped their hands around her neck and jacked themselves off inside of her throat. It felt so good to be their toy.

The other person finished inside of her pussy. It didn’t feel like it changed very much. She doubted that was the first person to cum in her tonight. She earned another pet on the head, maybe for being a good fleshlight. She heard the word “mommy.” Were they mommy or was she going to be a mommy?

The thoughts rattled away with the shake of the pill bottle. They poured a couple tablets into their hand, then placed them on the wet head of the strap. Vanessa’s eyes widened as the latex glove buried itself in her hair and forced the dildo into her throat.

The sounds she made were obscene and disgusting, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. They railed her defenseless rapehole until drool covered her face and spit bubbles grew from her nose. They were pounding out the last of her brain cells, each thrust melting the final survivors into obedience with gross pleasure.

She swallowed the sloppy pill-slurry and groaned. She didn’t care about the effects anymore; she barely did to begin with. She just needed to be used and filled. She was a drunk, lewd piece of rapemeat who needed her legs spread more than she needed her thoughts. And as if on cue, another person took up the vacant slot between her legs and pushed in.

She didn’t bother looking. It didn’t matter. Vanessa kept staring at the one balls-deep in her throat, the one who always knew exactly what she needed to be her best self. She wouldn’t ever question them again. She would happily swallow whatever she was given. It was her place.

She started to black out again. They just smiled and kept fucking while they watched her eyes flutter, praising her all the way down. She whined. She wanted to keep going and make them happy. She hoped they’d keep going.

She was out again. She came back for a few moments at a time, each one in a new position. She wasn’t sure what parts were real and how much was just a wet dream.

She was bent over the bathroom counter, staring at herself in the mirror while she got fucked in the ass. At least, she thought it was her. She couldn’t even recognize her own face to know for certain.

Suddenly, she was on her knees with her head forced down on a huge cock. Her throat felt stretched and raw and she was gagging. The sound made her pussy throb. It was apparently working for them, too, as they grunted and came down her throat.

The cum was replaced by the taste of alcohol as the beer bong in her mouth flooded. She fought to swallow it all as fast as it poured in. Wasn’t she just giving a blowjob? Where was she?

It only got faster from there. She was in the kitchen, then a bedroom, on the stairs, under the table, in a closet, each only for what felt like a few seconds between blinks. It was too much. She felt like she was going to vomit.

Vanessa woke up to the smell of fresh air. She could see the moon. The grass on her back was wet. It was cool to the touch as it brushed over her skin. She hadn’t noticed how hot her body had been getting. The nausea was fading. Passing leaves blocked her view of the sky for a moment. That was when she noticed the feeling of a gloved hand wrapped tight around her ankle.

She looked down at her feet. She was surprised to find that after all of this time, her heels were still on. She giggled. She knew they were the right ones for a party. Also, someone was holding her leg in the air. They were looking away from her, dragging her towards a car.

“What time is it?” Vanessa asked, still laughing and a little loopy.

They turned around for a moment, seemingly surprised she was awake. “Oh, pup, remember what we talked about: dogs don’t talk!”

Dark but lovely, do you like me in red? ❣️

I'm sorry ma'am, she was....locked in, overnight, in the nymphomatic radiation chamber. The average treatment for chronic libido loss is only an hour and a half, they were on all night, she's....she's not the daughter you remember anymore.

I feel the most needy at the most inconvenient times 🥲🥲🥲

you wake up some time later, you thought you heard something, but maybe you dreamt it. your friend lays pressed to your back, hands around your waist. shes just like that, very touchy, but it feels nice so you drift back to sleep.

you feel her move. or maybe you imagined it, you are so sleepy. no, she moves again. her hips push against yours, you feel something hard against your thigh, something warm and wet. it slips between your legs.

she burries her face in your shoulder to stifle the moan. she fucks your thighs slowly, careful not to wake you up, her cock rubs against your panties. you are frozen in place, quiet, which she interprets as heavily asleep, and pushes them to the side, finally pushing her cock inside you. it slides easily, your body reacting before your mind does. it feels so good

For example, what was your favourite thing we did to you?

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It feels like my brain chemistry has been permanently altered by the hook-up, I can't stop thinking about it anymore 😵‍💫

Every time I get off I think about the two of you making out with me, shoving your girlcocks inside of me, fingering me until I started whimpering and squirming, and using my body in any way you pleased

I loved how quick you were to undress me, hands all over my breasts, and how you teased me for how embarrassingly wet I was

Sucking you both off felt divine, and watching you two make out with each other while stroking each other's girlcocks made me leak all over the sheets

Feeling you finger my ass while cooing in my ear how well I'm doing made me shiver, I wanted to be good for you so bad, and my pussy wouldn't stop clenching whenever there was something inside me

I couldn't stop digging my fingers into the mattress when you fucked me with the dildo, shoving your fingers in beside it, and getting facefucked by Faye at the same time while I couldn't even close my mouth because of the ring gag was absolutely heavenly

Afterwards I was so blissed out I couldn't even speak anymore, just buck my hips to make you push the dildo deeper inside of me

Being held in place by the two of you while you were playing with my body in any way you pleased was so hot too 😵‍💫

I've always been dreaming of getting spitroasted, and having you fuck my tight, wet cunt while Faye pushed her girlcock into my mouth got me so worked up I could barely form a coherent thought anymore, just wished that it would never end

And the fact that we didn't even manage to sleep all that much because we had to get back to fucking each other speaks for itself how much I needed you, and how much I crave all of you

Watching the two of you suck on my nipples together was so fucking hot I could barely take it

Please please please fuck me again, I need it so bad 💕

Don’t pay any attention to how she’s staring off into space while furiously pumping three fingers into her soaking cunt. She broke after first week and now that’s all her brain knows how to do. She loves attention! Hold out your hand and she’ll lay her chin in your palm and look up at you all pretty. Sure, her eyes are red and she’s usually crying a little but she’s having a lovely time… wherever her mind is.

And she’s so good at cooperating! She has learned to open her mouth if you snap twice. She also knows chew, swallow, turn, spread… she stopped understanding speak a bit ago, but that one wasn’t important anyway. She’s great with injections and suppositories, too.

What is she on right now? Oh, it shouldn’t matter. A little rum and coke shouldn’t interfere with your stuff, right? No… no, like cocaine. Yeah. But she’ll be very good for you! She’s been a very nice girl ever since she stopped thinking. Our own adorable little space cadet!

I had a dream that a man forced himself into my room. He kept insisting he was my dad, that he was going to make me into his boy. He tied my hands behind my back as I begged him to stop, the angle just awkward enough to hurt a little. He told me this was on purpose; he wanted me to start associating pain with disobedience. He would untie me if I was a good boy for him.

He rammed his full length inside of me with no warning, but my hole is always ready for use. He must've known this, having stalked me for weeks before putting his plan into action. Maybe he watched me through my windows, on late nights where I thought I had closed the curtains already. His pace is brutal, and as his cock pounds against my cervix I can't help but moan. It feels so good, yet I know I should hate this. He tells me good boys cum on their dad's cocks, and don't I wanna be good? I make an incoherent noise, my entire body stuttering as I cum.

If anyone can find me then you know what you can do to me xx