#gangraped

What you didn’t realize back then was how difficult it would be to enter such a male-dominated field.

Raised by a single father alongside your brother, you compensated for the lack of feminine influence in your life by embracing all things girly. Your wardrobe overflowed with romantic colours, floral prints, fluttery blouses, dresses, and short skirts. Even so, you’d always felt comfortable in male-heavy spaces. You were a gamer, sporty growing up, used to rough humour and loud conversations.

Still, comfort wasn’t the same thing as belonging.

Eventually, you started craving the softness of female friendship. The intimacy of it. The understanding.

Then again, if that was what you wanted, maybe computer science had been the wrong choice.

“Alright everyone,” Professor Perez said, glancing up from the laptop on his lectern. “Throughout the semester, you’ll be working in groups of three-four to create an animation demonstrating your understanding of the programming concepts we cover in class.”

Groans and shifting backpacks rippled through the lecture hall.

“There will be multiple submissions,” he continued, “including early builds, testing documentation, debugging reports, and your final implementation. Choose your groups wisely and email them to me by the end of the week.”

He clapped his hands once, finished with his course debrief and effectively dismissed us.

Around you, chairs scraped against the floor as people immediately turned toward familiar faces. Conversations overlapped. Groups formed effortlessly, like everyone already knew where they belonged.

You looked around the room. You didn’t recognize anyone.

That was when the boy sitting in front of you turned in his seat. He was already looking at you.

“Do you have a group yet?” he asked casually, like the two of you had already been talking.

You blinked. “No. Not yet.”

He smiled immediately, almost like he’d expected that answer. “Join ours.”

It wasn’t really a question. Just an opening left unguarded.

That was how you met Ayaan, Ezana, and Jaime.

At first, they seemed like any other group of guy friends. Loud. Competitive. Borderline insufferable.

Some work sessions felt less like collaborating with classmates and more like babysitting overgrown children. Still, you stayed.

Groups like this were temporary by design. Four months, maybe less if everyone did their part. And despite the friction, you worked well together— almost disturbingly well. Like the group somehow functioned better under tension.

As deadlines approached, they’d finally settle down enough to focus. When your first submission’s grade came back as a ninety-five, all the irritation suddenly felt worth it.

Slowly, you got used to them. And if you were being honest, it felt nice not to be alone in such an isolating program. So when they started inviting you to hang out outside of class, you said yes.

Most nights were spent crowded around someone’s console setup— grinding ranked games, arguing over roguelike builds, or letting them lose to you repeatedly in battle royales.

Somewhere along the way, you stopped feeling like the girl in the group. You became one of them.

Maybe too much so.

“Ugh! Put on a shirt!” you shouted, throwing a pillow at Ezana’s bare torso. 

He caught it lazily. “Why? It’s just us.”

You shifted on the couch, fixing your hair before glaring at him pointedly while trying very hard not to look below his face. Beside you, Jaime took a sip of beer before belching loudly enough to shake the coffee table.

“Gross, Jaime. Do you have to do that?”

He grinned shamelessly. “What? It’s a natural bodily function.”

On the TV, a boxer’s jab-cross combo replayed dramatically in slow motion.

Ezana dropped onto the couch beside you, his dreads flopping with the movement. His wide frame forces you further into Jaime’s side. The rough hair on his arm scratched against your soft skin and irritation immediately prickled through you.

None of them understood personal space. Or maybe they just didn’t care.

Your skirt had started riding dangerously high from being squished between them, and you awkwardly tugged the hem back down. Ezana noticed instantly.

“Oh my God,” he laughed. “My date last night wore that exact skirt.” You froze.

“She was probably the hottest girl I’ve ever hooked up with,” he continued casually. “Every guy in the club was staring at her tits. Honestly? I couldn’t even blame them.”

Disgust twisted across your face. Why was he telling you this? Did he forget you were a girl too?

“Pics or it didn’t happen,” Ayaan said as he walked out from his room. Ezana immediately pulled out his phone while Jaime practically launched himself forward in excitement.

“YES! Fuck yes, I’m gonna be a millionaire. Pizza’s on me tonight!”

Jaime’s elbow knocked your arm hard enough to send your phone skidding beneath the couch, stopping near Ayaan’s feet.

You sighed sharply. “Could you grab that for me?”

Ayaan glanced down at the phone. Then back at you.

“Don’t you have hands too?”

You looked down at your skirt. Cute for campus. Not practical for crawling around on the floor in front of three men.

Whatever.

You crouched carefully, one hand holding your skirt in place while the other searched blindly beneath the couch cushions. Dust clung to your fingertips before you finally grabbed your phone.

When you stood again, adjusting your clothes, you noticed the room had gone strangely quiet.

Ezana’s phone still hung loosely in his hand. Jaime wasn’t talking. Ayaan was staring.

Heat flashed across your face. Did your skirt ride up? Embarrassment quickly curdled into annoyance.

Why hadn’t Ayaan just picked up the phone for you? You’d seen him do bigger favours for random girls all the time. What was his problem?

“You guys are seriously rude to me,” you snapped. “I know we’re friends and all, but I’m still a girl, you know.” 

You hoped your irritation masked the flush creeping up your neck.

Ayaan tilted his head slightly, studying you.

“Is that so?”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach tighten.

“Yeah,” you shot back. “It is. Put on a shirt. Stop acting gross. Treat me like a girl for once.”

You pointed accusingly at Ezana and Jaime. Jaime immediately raised his hands. “Sorry, mom,” he joked, but his eyes lingered on you a second too long.

Ezana, however, only smiled.

Slowly.

“Treat you like a girl?” he repeated.

Then he looked toward Ayaan.

The two exchanged a glance you couldn’t quite decipher, but something about it made your skin prickle.

Ayaan’s mouth curved into the faintest smirk.

A chill crawled down your spine.

Suddenly, the room didn’t feel nearly as harmless as it had before.

You gathered your things soon after that, eager to leave before the strange tension thickening the room could settle any deeper.

By then, the semester was nearing its end, and your group had begun cramming in extra work sessions several times a week to finish the project.

The library study room smelled faintly of dry-erase markers and burnt coffee. Rain tapped softly against the windows while three of you sat crowded around a table littered with laptops, charger cables, and empty snack wrappers. Ezana was gone for a basketball destressor event. Final exam season had reduced everyone to varying levels of stress and sleep deprivation.

You stared at your screen hard enough for the text to blur.

while(choice != "quit")

The loop should have been working. Instead, the program ran forever no matter what input you gave it. You rubbed your eyes and tried again.

Still nothing.

Beside you, Ayaan glanced over from his laptop.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s stuck in the loop,” you muttered. He rolled his chair closer without asking. “Let me see.”

“I’ve got it.”

“Mhm.”

The sound alone irritated you. You quickly edited the line yourself:

while(choice == "quit")

You ran the program again. Immediate termination. Wrong again.

Ayaan leaned back in his chair with a sigh dramatic enough to deserve an audience. “You can’t compare strings like that.”

Your fingers paused over the keyboard. 

“I know that.”

“Clearly not.”

Heat crept into your face instantly. Across the table, Jaime looked up from his phone, sensing tension the way sharks sensed blood in water. He’d become a big watcher these days, urging on conflict with no actual skin in the game, like it was another boxing match he was viewing from the TV.

Ayaan pointed toward your screen. “== compares object references, not string values.” His voice had shifted into something painfully patient. Like a teaching assistant explaining basic arithmetic to a struggling child.

“You need .equals().”

You inhaled slowly through your nose. “I was about to do that.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I literally just said I knew.”

Ayaan tilted his head slightly, loose curls falling over his eyes. “Then why’d you write it wrong twice?”

Jaime let out a sharp laugh before disguising it as a cough. You shot him a glare.

Ayaan had fully abandoned his own work now, turning toward you completely with one arm draped over the back of his chair.

“The issue,” he continued, “is that you code based on intuition instead of understanding how Java actually handles memory allocation.”

You stared at him.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“That is the most condescending sentence I’ve ever heard.”

He frowned faintly, looking genuinely confused. “How is that condescending?”

“You always do this thing where you mansplain everything like you’re delivering a TED Talk.”

“I’m explaining why your code doesn’t work,” he replied calmly.

Then, without waiting for permission, he leaned over you and typed:

while(!choice.equals("quit"))

“Run it now.”

You hesitated before pressing enter. The program worked instantly. 

Jaime slapped the table dramatically. “Ladies and gentlemen, sexism has been resolved.”

“Shut up,” both you and Ayaan said at the same time. That only made Jaime laugh harder.

“So many buttons to push, so little time~" he sings like a horror villain.

You leaned back in your chair with a sharp exhale, crossing your arms. “I didn’t ask for a lecture,” you muttered. “I let you solve your own problems. Why can’t you let me solve mine?”

Ayaan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re the one who asked to be treated like a girl,” he said evenly. “I’m just delivering on it.”

“I said treat me like a girl, not an idiot.”

Your voice came out sharper than intended as you clicked absentmindedly through the animation running on your screen. A pixelated bunny hopped forward before getting shredded apart in a trap, blood splattering across the monitor in exaggerated little sprites.

Ayaan followed your gaze.

“That bunny’s pretty dumb,” he observed.

You frowned. “What?”

His eyes flicked back toward you. “Maybe you should’ve asked us to treat you like the bunny instead. Seems more fitting.” Something cold flashed behind his expression.

Not a joke. Not entirely. The chill that ran through you this time lingered much longer.

The campus track was nearly empty at this hour.

A pale morning haze still clung to the field, softening the floodlights that buzzed faintly overhead. The air smelled like damp pavement and cut grass, cool enough to sting your lungs each time you inhaled.

You preferred it this way. Quiet.

No crowded hallways. No noisy lecture halls. No group chats blowing up before eight in the morning. Just the rhythmic slap of your running shoes against the track and the steady pulse of music humming through your earbuds.

Sweat clung damply to the back of your neck by your sixth lap. Your white shirt had started sticking to your skin, especially around your chest and stomach, and you reached up to wipe your forehead with the back of your wrist.

You were midway through another lap when two familiar figures appeared near the entrance gate.

Even from a distance, they were unmistakable.

Ezana jogged with easy confidence, sleeveless hoodie hanging open and headphones resting around his neck instead of actually being used. Beside him, Jaime looked only half-awake.

You slowed slightly.

Unfortunately, they spotted you immediately.

“Well, well,” Jaime called out as you approached. “You’re on your training arc, huh?”

You pulled one earbud out. “It’s six in the morning. Why are you talking so loud?”

“Because Ezana ignored me for twenty straight minutes,” Jaime complained. “Apparently jogging is ‘serious business.’”

“It is serious business,” Ezana replied flatly. “You sound like you’ve smoked a pack a day for the last 16 years after just 5 minutes of cardio.”

Jaime gasped dramatically. “And you say you love me?”

You laughed despite yourself, slowing to a walk as they fell into step beside you. Ezana glanced over briefly. “How long have you been here?”

“About forty minutes.” Jaime stared at you in horror. “Forty minutes? Voluntarily?”

“I like running.”

“You frighten me.”

The three of you continued around the curve of the track together. Your pulse was still elevated from the run, warmth radiating off your skin while the cool morning air hit damp patches of sweat across your body.

Jaime noticed first. 

“Oh my God,” he said, pointing at you. “You’re so sweaty.”

You looked at him incredulously. “I was running.”

Ezana snorted quietly beside him.

Jaime shook his water bottle lazily. “Here. Cool off.”

Before you could react, he squeezed the bottle toward you teasingly, clearly intending to spray a small stream of water your way.

Instead, the cap exploded clean off.

“WAIT—”

A freezing wave of water blasted directly into your chest.

You gasped sharply as icy water drenched the front of your shirt in seconds. The thin white fabric clung instantly to your skin, turning nearly transparent.

For one stunned second, nobody moved. Jaime stared, an undiscernible glint in his eyes.

Then his jaw dropped dramatically.

“Oh my God.”

You crossed your arms over yourself immediately. “JAIME!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN— THE CAP CAME OFF!”

“You idiot!”

He doubled over laughing anyway with something almost maniacal in it. “I swear, I didn’t mean to.” he said with a sharp grin and sparkling eyes.

Jaime’s watchful gaze shifted to Ezana, who had gone unusually quiet.

You looked up just in time to catch his eyes flick downward before snapping back to your face. The movement was quick, almost restrained, but heat still rushed into your cheeks instantly.

Your soaked shirt clung humiliatingly to every curve of your body.

Jaime was still wheezing. “I’m so sorry—” “You’re buying me coffee.” you declared.

“Oh c’mon! It was an honest mistake.”

You glared at him.

“Right. Yes. Obviously.”

Ezana finally pulled off his hoodie and handed it toward you without a word. The gesture caught you off guard. For once, there wasn’t a joke attached.

You hesitated before taking it carefully and pulling it over yourself, grateful for the thick dark fabric hiding the damp shirt underneath.

“Thanks.” you mumbled.

Ezana shrugged, but his expression remained unreadable. You noticed the growing bulge in his thin athletic shorts but shoved the thought out of your mind.

Jaime, unfortunately, recovered enough to grin again.

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “if this were an anime, this would definitely awaken something in the male leads.” 

You threw the empty water bottle cap at his head.

The day you submitted your final animation arrived faster than expected. One moment you were drowning in deadlines, and the next, it was over. For the first time in weeks, your mind felt quiet. No assignments lurking in the back of your thoughts. No guilt about unfinished work. Just relief.

“We should celebrate tonight,” Ayaan had said earlier that day while the four of you walked across campus. “Come over. We’ll play games and order pizza.”

You snorted. “You mean the exact same thing we always do at your place?”

“Yeah,” Jaime replied immediately, throwing an arm around Ezana’s shoulders, “but tonight it’s celebratory pizza and games.”

By the time your last class ended, you found yourself heading toward their rental house almost automatically.

Ezana opened the door before you could even knock. “You’re finally here,” he said with a grin, stepping aside to let you in. “Come on, come on.”

He ushered you into the living room you’d spent countless nights in before, but something immediately felt different.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

No video game sound effects buzzing from the television. No sports match blaring in the background. No overlapping arguments about takeout orders or whose turn it was to pick the next game.

Just silence hanging thick in the air. Your steps slowed instinctively.

Ayaan stood near the hallway leading to the bedrooms, one shoulder resting against the wall, his expression unreadable as always. Jaime sat on the armchair, fidgeting with restless energy.

The moment you entered, all of their attention shifted toward you at once.

Jaime’s grin stretched impossibly wide, brighter and more excited than you’d ever seen before.

Cold unease washed over you. Ayaan said nothing. He only watched you.

“Finally!” Jaime shot up from the armchair so quickly it nearly tipped backward.

Before you could react, Ezana’s hands closed around your arms, steering—almost shoving—you toward the seat Jaime had just vacated.

You stumbled into it with a nervous laugh. “Okay… what’s going on?” Your eyes flicked between them. “Where’s the pizza and games?” The question sounded painfully naive against the tension filling the room.

Ezana’s grip shifted from your arms to your shoulders, heavy and firm enough to keep you seated. Something about the pressure made your stomach tighten. Across the room, Jaime disappeared briefly down the hallway toward his bedroom.

Ayaan, meanwhile, began walking toward you slowly. Deliberately. Something about the way he moved made your pulse spike.

“You wanted to be treated like a girl, right?” he asked.

Your brows pulled together immediately. The question felt wrong somehow, like there was an answer he wanted from you specifically. Still, you nodded cautiously. “Yeah. I do.”

Your gaze dropped instinctively to your outfit: a plaid pleated skirt, lace-trimmed camisole, soft makeup carefully done before class.

What was so wrong with wanting to feel feminine?

Ayaan laughed quietly. The sound was low and sharp enough to make heat crawl up the back of your neck.

“Poor dumb bunny,” he murmured.

You stared at him. “What are you calling m—”

The words died in your throat.

A sudden metallic clank echoed from behind you.

You turned sharply toward the sound just as Jaime stepped back into the room, holding his laptop and an adjustable pole that’s connected to a…

You blink, that can’t be right.

At the end of it is unmistakably a wand vibrator. Your heart jumps to your throat, shaking your head to try and fight off your racing thoughts. Behind you, Ezana is chuckling before he leans down to whisper in your ear. 

“Wish you wore the other skirt today, you know, the ruffly one? Been thinking about fucking you in it for weeks now.”

Your chest is thumping painfully, what the fuck does he mean by that?

Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, and you lurch to your feet but Ezana’s hands are quicker to push you back down. “Ah-ah-ah,” he said, wagging a finger. “Not so fast.”

“Can you guys hurry up? My dick feels like it’s going to explode if I don’t fuck her now,” Jaime whines. Sweet Jaime, jokester of the group Jaime, the one who always made you laugh, the one who introduced you to the wolves circling you right now.

Opening up his laptop to a coding program. Ayaan joins him, scanning over his laptop screen before turning back to you.

“Maybe you’ll recognize this line,” he gestures to you on the screen. 

while(!choice.equals("volume ≥ 20%"))

Volume?

Ayaan notices your unspoken question and smoothly complies.

“As long as your volume doesn’t exceed 20%, the vibrator stays off. But the louder you get, the worse it’ll be for you.” He watches you with sick satisfaction as you face morphs into horror.

Using the bricks of your childhood dreams against you. These depraved fuckers really coded this just to torture you? If you weren’t currently in your position, you’d laugh at the audacity.

You're heaving with deep breaths, trying anything to calm yourself but no amount of air is enough.

“Why are you guys doing this? I thought we were friends.” Your eyes are begging, hoping that there's some shred of humanity in any of these three that will save you from your cruel fate.

“Yeah, that’s right, isn’t it? It’s funny because when I first saw you, I thought you were too pretty to be in our lecture. All smooth skin and soft curves; and so innocent— you didn’t even know the view we were getting of your panties up your skirt.” Ayaan laughs softly to himself at the memory. 

“It was so perfect, you, the lost puppy, begging for a group to take you in. Us, your knights in shining armour. We figured you’d make a good fucktoy to relieve stress while we did all the work, of course. But you surprised us, y’know? You were relentless with your work ethic. I actually began to respect you.”

“But you didn’t actually want that, did you?” Ezana continues, voice rumbling behind you. “Pretty things like you don’t want to be respected, you want to be a sweet pussy for us to put our dicks in. A tight throat to swallow all our cum.” 

“I hate to say I told you so, but I did tell you so.” Jaime interjects. “I mean, I do us all a favour and invite the pretty girl to our group, but then suddenly, everyone wants to be a gentleman? Unbelievable. Who knew all it would take was a shove and short skirt to change their minds, amirite?”

“‘Treat me like a girl’’ He mocked with a manic laugh, emulating your voice from that night. Your hands were shaking by your sides— from anger, from fear, from humiliation. 

“You know what I meant!” you shout, unrestrained frustration flowing through you. “Oh, but do we?” Ayaan quickly replies, tilting his head, daring you to challenge him.

Ezana’s hand slides to your throat, putting light pressure on it. You can’t bring yourself to fight Ayaan’s words, not when you’re at their mercy like this.

Ayaan smiles devilishly, “that’s what I thought.” Leaning back against the table holding Jaime’s laptop.

In front of you, Jaime bends down to meet your thighs. You push them together as hard as you can, but he pries them open easily, muscle rippling through his toned arms. He beams a toothy grin at you before bowing his head down. 

Soft lips touch the skin of your inner thigh. They leave wet sloppy kisses as they travel upward, you hear him breathing in deeply, savouring the moment. “You’re a fucking pervert.” you grind out, jaw clenched in restraint, hoping to strike a nerve. Jaime just smiles again at you, resting his head on your thigh while one hand massages and caresses the other. 

“Guilty~” he sings. The whole situation made you dizzy, but you especially didn’t expect this. Jaime lusting after you so shamelessly? You always felt like he was your rambunctious little brother, seeing the way he’s now squeezing the plush of your thighs makes your stomach churn.

Ezana’s hands snake around your waist, moving up to cup your breasts and massage in tandem with Jaime. Your breath hitches as he dives under your camisole, shuffling your top down so that it only covers your midriff and leaves your chest bare. He lays a kiss on the top of your head, more tender than you’d expect from the ladies man.

He begins pinching and rolling your nipples between his forefinger and thumb then dips his head. Placing a soft kiss that bobs your head to the side, he continues his way down your jaw and to your neck. Ezana’s movements are sensual, almost romantic. This disturbed you to think he would kiss you like you were lovers. 

Jaime pulls your hips forward, sliding your panties off while leaving your skirt untouched. His mouth is immediately on your clit, no warnings. He’s lapping at you like this is all for his own satisfaction rather than your pleasure. 

You cry out from the spike of sensation, gripping the armrests hard. 

“Ou, we should hook her up now, look at all that wasted noise she’s making.” Ayaan says. You look over at him, how his arms cross so assertively, he’s watching them play with you like he’s above all of this.

Between your thighs, Jaime grunts as his fingers dig into your thighs, dimpling the flesh. You whimper, scared of the near future and already overwhelmed with the furious licks Jaime is forcing onto you.

He finishes with one final suck on your clit, grazing his teeth against it before he straightens out. His mouth and chin are glistening but he licks his lips and wipes off the excess like a rabid dog. 

Jaime then guides you up, spinning you around and pushing you to kneel propped up against the chair. He grabs the vibrator and adjusts the pole until it’s perfectly pushing into your clit. A small noise slips out from just that alone, tears running down your face as sobs rack through you. Ezana clips a small mic onto your useless top before switching with Jaime behind you. 

Ayaan finally decides to join, standing to face you wordlessly. He grabs your jaw to force your eyes directly at his.

Ezana sticks two fingers in you, pumping more quickly than you expect. You cry out and the vibrator whirs to life against you. You try to close your legs but it doesn’t stop the access the machine has to your clit. If anything, your clenched thighs make everything feel 10 x more tight and stimulating. At least for now, the toy is barely noticeable.

Ezana continues working his fingers into you, slower now that the vibrator’s been turned on. He scissors his fingers inside you, twisting them around like he’s mixing up your insides.

You sob again and the vibrator gets a little bit stronger, forcing another strangled noise from you. You bite down on your lip until you taste blood, but anything’s okay if it stops the vibrations from getting worse.

Ayaan takes notice and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip. 

“Open.”

You try to protest, holding onto your last defences, but all it takes is one tilt of his head.

'I dare you,' it reads, and you relinquish.

Obeying with defeat as his thumb pushes in. He plays with your tongue before pressing it down, leaving your mouth open and making it difficult to block the noises you desperately want to cease.

Suddenly, the sound of unzipping pants and belt buckle clanking rings out from where Ezana stands. You feel his hand steady himself on your lower back while gathering up your slick with his tip. You squeeze your eyes closed, hoping to escape from this nightmare.

There was no way out physically; no chance against these three men. You couldn’t even plead with them, unless you wanted the vibrator to turn your sentences incoherent. But maybe, you could mentally pretend you were somewhere else. Anywhere else but here.

Ayaan slaps your face hard, sending your head to the side where you can see Jaime watching from the couch, dick in hand, stroking slowly and lazily. 

“Where do you think you're going, sweet bunny?” Ayaan asks. You don't even get the chance to respond when you feel the pressure of Ezana pushing into your cunt. He’s slow, working back and forth until he bottoms out. Electricity runs up your spine and you hate how good it feels. His passionate thrusts and the hum of the vibrator making everything warm inside you.

You can’t stop the whimper which escapes and the vibrator’s power strikes up again. Ezana’s dick twitches at that noise as he begins thrusting harder. Moans spill out of you before you can catch them, a pressure already building in your core from all the touching and licking, and squeezing from before. You shake your head, trying to fight back, but the vibrator keeps getting stronger and each thrust is grinding your clit against it. 

Drool is dripping down your chin while Ayaan keeps your gaze on him. His face says it all, you were never going to be able to stop this. An orgasm rips through you, making you clench and shake around Ezana’s dick. 

He pulls out with a wet schluk and the vibrator is turned off by Jaime, still stroking his erection. 

Your legs feel like jelly and you collapse as they take away the vibrator. You can feel your clit still pulsating from the onslaught it just endured. “What’re you doing?” Ayaan questions, “we’re not done yet.”

“But—” you start.

“But what? I still haven’t even cum yet. Not my fault you can’t last.” Ayaan effectively shuts you up. Ezana's using your slick as lubrication to continue pumping his dick.

“Tsk, what a useless fucktoy.” Ezana reprimands. It stings more after the passionate sex he'd just delivered.

You’d cry more if you didn’t feel so overwhelmed. Instead, you let Ezana lift you up before sliding you back down on his lap. You’re so sensitive, just him entering again is sending shockwaves throughout your body. He bounces you twice up and down before stopping.

You look around at them, worried for their next move. “Now that we don’t need your noises, we should do something about that mouth of yours.” Ayaan taunts close to your face. “But what do I know? I’m just a sexist mansplainer who can’t mind his own business.” You regret those words, you regret ever agreeing to be in a group with them, regret ever even joining this Godforsaken program.

Ayaan's dick, free from his pants, is shoved into your mouth in an instant. You feel Jaime, now near again, gather up the hair from your scalp before wielding it like a handle. He shoves your head as far as you can go down Ayaan’s thick length. You choke and tears prick your eyes from the lack of air. Noises are only coming out of you as you push against Ayaan’s hips, trying to find any relief.

Below you, Ezana is kneading your cheeks, delivering soft spanks now and then before soothing it after.

In one quick move you’re let off to breathe but only for a second, then, Jaime’s hand pushes you straight down again. Choking and pounding on his stomach, Ayaan only bucks his hips into you— fucking your face with slow controlled thrusts. 

You can feel Jaime watch intently as it disappears in and out of you. “My turn, please! I’ve been waiting for so long.” He whines, loosening his grip which you use to remove yourself immediately. Coughing and sputtering as you gulp in big breaths of air.

“Knock yourself out.” Ayaan says, his length wet and dripping with saliva.

Instead he moves around behind you, to your ass. You jump up in fear, Ezana pushes you back down. “No stop, this is too much. I’ve never— I don’t want to!” You plead with them, any of them. But all three pay you dust.

Ayaan is grinding his dick into the valley of your ass, groaning from the sensation of his tip dragging along it. He uses his hand to stretch the tight hole open while he continues rubbing himself against you. You feel his hips press to your ass, like he’s imagining all that length inside of you. 

Then in an excruciatingly painful entrance, he pushes in. Maybe the saliva had dried up, or maybe you were never going to be prepared enough for it, but it feels like he's ripping you in two. Both Ayaan and Ezana have the largest dicks you’ve ever seen, and the feeling of both of them in you, stretching you out, has you feeling like you’re getting torn apart. 

Ayaan is already thrusting hard, no regard to the hurt he’s causing you. You shift, trying to get away, but soon Ezana is thrusting into you too. “Does that hurt?” Ayaan asks you, confusing you as to why he’d worry for you.

You nod reluctantly, trying to hold onto your sanity as the two fill you more than you thought you ever could be. The burn of your sensitive clit is long forgotten with the overwhelming fullness they’re inflicting upon you. 

“Good, I love it when it hurts for them. This tight little hole wasn’t meant for something this big, huh?” He says, brushing the ring of muscle with his thumb. 

You’re shaking, but there’s no time to rest. Jaime is caressing your face. “Eyes on me now.” he commands. You whimper, not ready for the same roughness he inflicted when your mouth was on Ayaan. He bullies his cock into your mouth anyways, bruising the soft palette and slipping further into your throat. 

It’s all so much, being filled in every hole possible, all at once. You just came but you already feel another orgasm build up inside you. 

Squeezing down on them while thinking about how they’re thrusting into you anywhere they can. They couldn’t be bothered to take turns, they had to have you as soon as they could. 

“The pocket pussy is going to cum again, isn’t she? With 2 dicks rubbing inside her ass and pussy.” Ezana coos out. “Why bother asking? She can’t talk with a mouth full of cock.” Jaime says with a slight laugh, his voice is strained as he pistons into your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. 

“She’s too dumb to answer even with her mouth free. Cockdrunk slut.” Ayaan ends.

You cum hard, harder than you’ve ever cum before. How could you not? With all the touching, the sensation. All three of their tips dragging along your insides as they pummelled into you over and over again. 

The orgasm lasts so long that Ezana and Ayaan finish with you. One after the other, deep inside so that they fill you even when they’re gone. Ayaan fucks it deeper into you while Ezana plugs you, not letting a single bit drip out.

You’re moaning with no restraint but all of the sounds are muffled with Jaime in your mouth.

“Ah fuck, keep moaning like that. Such a good mouth on such dirty girl.” He grunts. His hips are stuttering, you know what’s going to come next. The taste of salt and bitterness paints your tongue as he thrusts all the way out and then all the way back into your throat. You don’t even get the chance to decide whether you want to swallow as he shoots everything straight down your esophagus. 

After a few more jerky thrusts, he pulls out of you with a wet pop.

You begin to cry, you feel like a little girl missing her mommy. Still sitting in his lap, stuffed with Ezana, he lets you cry into the crook of his neck, rubbing down your back soothingly. 

Your eyes peek up to watch Ayaan zip up his pants and buckle his belt. He looks like nothing happened, like they didn’t just ruin you.