#eanon

As the party just keeps going I stop resisting so much, at least physically. It’s exhausting and I’ve had maybe 5 hours of sleep in the last 24, having spent most of the rest of that time being fucked nonstop by countless cruel strangers. The speculum makes me whimper and try to push it out, the strange cold metal and the unrelenting stretch uncomfortable and strange. You make me cum over and over again, making me sob from oversensitivity and exhaustion, but also forcing my womb to greedily swallow up every last drop of cum. By the time I’m done cumming my body is weak and boneless and im a whimpering and crying mess, uncomfortably full, completely exhausted, and still at your mercy with no end in sight.

I can’t really control the sounds, they just happen when I’m scared like this, and holy fuck are you scaring me. The tape is not something I expected, and my whimpering and whining comes out muffled and a little panicked, like I’m trying to protest, trying to pull the tape off but whimpering and stopping at the pain of it separating from me even the little bit that I managed to peel. Instead I try to push you off, but we already know I’m much weaker than you. When a stranger stops and you offer my holes to him I look from you to him and back and shake my head frantically, struggling and trying to make it clear that I’m not agreeing to any of this, hoping that maybe the man will take pity on me, though a shudder runs through me as I hear your plan is to cum inside me once more. The damage is almost certainly already done from last time, and I haven’t been brave enough to get a test and actually check, even so I still am scared by the idea of you finishing inside me and I shake my head and whimper as loud as I can in protest.

I’d probably barely even be conscious by the morning, just able to whine and squirm and occasionally cum on someone’s cock, but mostly just sitting there ready to take whatever’s forced on me, no matter how scary or dangerous or painful. I really would have done my best not to cum, not to like it, if only because I know that if I came it’d help get all the cum deeper inside me. I don’t want to be pregnant, but I can’t just un-fill my womb with your and your friends’ seed. By the time your friends are done filling up my hungry cunt, my stomach would probably be bulging out a little from how much cum my womb has been forced to fit. There’s almost no point in even trying to see if I’m pregnant when (if) I ever get out of here, there’s so much cum in me that if I wasn’t it’d be a miracle. 

The hood would take me by surprise, the focus on trying to clean up making me finally forget about being on guard right on time for you to take advantage of me once more. I’d scream and struggle against the tape, the hood muffling my pleading for help, for your friends to let me go, or at least to not cum inside me, even though my fate was basically sealed the moment you noticed me at that party and decided you wanted me. 

At first at least I was rationalizing, trying to convince myself that I was coming back so I could try to feel safe again, some sort of healing thing, prove to myself that I can go in public without anything bad happening maybe. That’s all a lie though, and the fact that my cunt has nearly soaked my underwear all the way through by the time I’m grabbed is more than enough to show it. I cry out in fear as I’m slammed into the wall, but theres an undercurrent of something more in my voice. I’m horny for this, sure, but I really hadn’t thought it through, and the idea that I may not be sent home this time flashes through my mind as I panic and start thinking about the actual danger I’m in.

I’d be a trembling mess as I find myself tied up in a moving vehicle, not having any way to know where you’re taking me. I whimper at the slap, but am entranced by the footage, whimpering and whining occasionally as it both scares me and turns me on that there’s proof of all this happening to me. I’m genuinely surprised that I’ve been brought to my home, having been scared I was being taken to somewhere to be kept in captivity long-term, though the threats make me nod and whimper, “I’ll be a good boy, I promise! Please don’t post everything!” and when I’m pushed from the van and left on the sidewalk it takes me a long time to gather the strength to stand and head to my door, praying none of the neighbors saw enough to want to contact any authorities. After all if you get arrested you can’t come and take me.

Seeing how excited my fear makes you would likely set off a vicious cycle of me panicking and struggling harder and harder, at least until I’m too weak from oxygen deprivation to do anything but whimper and take whatever you want to give me. Despite any lightheadedness, feeling you cum deep in me, right up against my cervix is something I can’t miss, and it’d make me start to squirm and struggle again because I’d be scared you’ll knock me up, not that there’d be anything I could do about it by that point. The mention of friends would makes me whimper in fear and curl myself up tight, wondering how long you plan to keep me chained to your bed.

I'd wake up confused and then scared when rolling over nearly chokes me with my collar, and while I'd spread my legs I'd also pull my knees towards me just from being scared. This is a dream come true for me but that dream is half-nightmare. I'll be a good boy for you though, you aren't giving me any choice.