Warning: Dark and Depraved
The rain stopped sometime late afternoon. They ordered some food and ate it in bed, tangled in each others embrace. After a while they got tired and turned in early. They probably would have strayed snuggled up all night but her phone rang. She let her answering machine get it, but the caller didn't leave a message, they just kept calling and hanging up. She groaned but answered the fifth time they called, she needed to pee anyway.
"Hello?" she said yawning
She took the phone to the toilet with her, stringing the cord around the bed as she didn't want to wake Corrie. He must have been exhausted to not wake up from her phone. He just rolled over and curled up. Then again he was a bit of a heavy sleeper. The alarm at his firehouse must have been mega loud to wake him up.
"Hello," she said again as she got to the toilet.
"I' oi side,"
"What?" she said, barely hearing the person.
She sat down and relieved herself as they said it again, "I' tside."
"What?" she said confused.
She could barely hear them over the sound of her piss. She finished, pinned the phone to her shoulder with her chin and wiped. As she was washing her hands. She nearly got her ear blasted off by the person on the phone yelling, "I'M OUTSIDE!"
She dropped the phone, then quickly picked it up knowing that yell. "Dawson!"
"Get your ass outside, now!"
She sputtered. "We didn't- don't have a date. I'm with someone."
"I wont say it again!" he warned.
"Seriously, I'm busy!" she hissed back.
"You have five minutes or would you like me to come up and introduce myself?"
"No! No way!" Gwyne hissed.
For the first time she totally got why Corrie didn't want to mix worlds. For the life of her, she could not imagine any situation with the two of them in the same room that would be good. She could just picture them glaring at each other, or worse, chatting it up about what they had in common. All of Gwyne's annoying little habits, that would be a nightmare!
"Three minutes, or I'll start honking my horn."
"Fuck!" Gwyne really didn't want to deal with this shit...him, right now. All she wanted to do was crawl back into bed, with the man she loved. So much for having 'two lovers.' What fun it will be! "Don't! Fuck okay, okay I'll come out,"
He hung up and she clutched the phone in her hand. She shook her head then seethed through her teeth, "Asshole!"
She hung up the phone then checked on Corrie to make sure he was still sound asleep. He looked so peaceful. Again, she wanted to climb back in bed, especially after the afternoon they'd had, but she didn't want things to blow up with Dawson. She quickly put on her corset, slid on a dress, and stepped into some shoes, before leaving Corrie a little note. 'Tawnie needed something. Catch you later.' She really wanted to say love Gwyne, but thought better of it and just added a little heart. She grabbed a quick clutch, with some cash, then dashed outside.
Dawson's car was sitting in the middle of the road under a streetlight. The fucker must have called her from it. Of course, there was a decent payphone for blocks. She gave him a look before she slid into the car. She thought it must be late, two maybe three in the morning but it wasn't even eleven o'clock.
"Well," she said, "What the fuck did you need?"
He didn't say anything he just stepped on the gas and they took off down the street. She had half a mind to tell him it was over and jump out of the car. She'd get some skid marks for sure, but all of this mess would be done and she could go home back to Corrie. She let out a heavy sigh. They drove for a few minutes before he parked in front of a late night coffee shop.
He lifted a bag from the back seat and handed it to her. She took it and asked, "What's this?"
He didn't respond. She went through it and saw a bunch of clothes and a kit to clean her ass out. "Seriously."
He took out a cigarette as he finally spoke. "You can clean yourself up and change in the bathroom."
She knew better then to ask what he had planned. He got out and she quickly followed after. As he ordered a cup of coffee she went into the bathroom. She cleaned herself out, then put on a skimpy outfit, torn fishnet stalking, a short skirts that barley covered her and a top that left little to the imagination with her cleavage. She put it on over her corset then stepped into some platform ankle boots. He got all her sizes right, and she had to admit, he knew what things went together.
When she came out of the bathroom the guy behind the counter gave her a once over, then twice, then three times before he just decided to stare. Dawson smiled enjoying his reaction. He stepped up and grabbed her ass giving it a good squeeze before he pulled her outside. They got back in the car and she asked, "You get me anything? I'm beat already. I could use a pick me up."
"No," he said before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Can I at least have a swig?" she asked.
"No," he said again, pulling out of the parking lot. He must have been in another one of his moods.
"You know next time you show up, I need at least a few hours warning?"
"No," he said again, a sly smile fell across his face.
She groaned as they drove in silence. She should have just gone out, told him to fuck off, then gone back inside, but he probably would have woken Corrie. Then more shit would have hit the fan. She found it ironic how jealous she'd been of Bea this morning, only to be running out on Corrie in the middle of the night. Again who was she to fucking talk. She had no right to get jealous, some day one way or another Corrie was eventually going to find someone he really liked. She groaned having been down this self-pity rabbit hole a thousand times before. He said he didn't want to be with anyone else. Her heart twinged and her chest ached. She didn't either in this moment she just wanted-
"Here." said Dawson pulling her from her thoughts. He had a tube of lipstick in his hand "Put this on."
"Oh wow, you're going to let me do it," she said. It came out sarcastically but she was actually surprised. Usually he liked to put her make up on. She took it then adjusted herself until she could look in the side mirror. She put it on then realized she'd forgotten her mask. She was just in such a rush to get out the door that she hadn't even thought about it. "SHIT!"
"What," he said not looking at her.
"My mask, I forgot it. Do you have a spare?"
"I do, but you don't need to wear it right now."
"Really," she said furrowing her brow. He'd let her have the mask off at the photoshoot as well. Maybe just maybe he was finally getting over his face issues. She perked up but didn't hold her breath.
"Yeah," he said shifting gears. He changed lanes speeding up.
She had no idea how he could drive so fast, especially in the dark. She didn't drive much these days but was always more cautious at night. He seemed to be the opposite. She noticed he drove faster at night then he did during the day. She wondered if it had anything to do with those ice blue eyes of his. She'd heard people with blue eyes could have issues with light.
"What?" he said noticing she was staring at him.
"Nothing, just wondering what were doing tonight." Especially in this outfit. She was glad she didn't have to wear the mask but he had her dressed like a hooker and she worried about what he might have planned. With Dawson it could literally be anything. He got a big smile on his face which only concerned her even more.
"To the park, thought you could use some fresh air after spending all afternoon in bed."
She pursed her lips wondering how he knew she'd spent all afternoon in bed. Just how long had he been waiting outside? Maybe it was it a guess? It had to be! He turned off a busy street and slowed down. They were somewhere residential, she could see dozens of houses, some of them had their outside lights on but the street was mostly dark. He slowed even more as they approached a park. She saw a sign with a the name on it but didn't recognize it. At this time of night, it looked empty save for a guy sitting on a park bench under a street lamp.
He pulled up to the curb, parked the car, then turned it off. For a moment they just sat in the dark. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag then let it out and handed it to her. She took her own long drag before slowly letting it out. He stretched and she dared to take another quick hit. As she let the smoke out he took the cigarette back. He took a few quick puffs then let it out, filling the car with smoke.
He leaned over and she thought he was going to kiss her but he just looked out her window and said, "You see that guy, over there."
She looked back at the park. There was only one guy, she could see, the one sitting on the bench under the street lamp.
"Yeah?" she said raising an eyebrow. "What about him?"
He smiled then blew some smoke into her face. "Tonight, we are going to put your depravity on display. I want you to walk up to him and show him your pussy. Then blow him, fuck him, whatever he wants."
"What?" she said looking back at the man again. She noticed he kept looking around and realized he was looking for her. She bit her lip. Fuck he was serious! "No way!"
Dawson's hand shot out so fast she didn't see it coming. He punched her in the face and the side of her head smacked against the window hard. She cried out quickly grabbing her, face where he'd hit her and her head, where it had collided with the window. "Screw you," she spat, tears welling up in her eyes.
He leaned over more and she thought he was going to hit her again but he opened her door and said, "Not tonight that's someone else's pleasure."
"Bastard!" she snapped.
He grabbed her mouth, "WHAT'S THAT! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME BITCH!" He pulled her face close to his. In the dark she could barely see him but what she could see frightened her. His cigarette got dangerously close to her shoulder and she worried he was going to put it out on her.
"Nothing, I'm sorry," she whimpered.
"I thought so! Don't get salty with me bitch! Don't act like you don't want this...didn't ask for this. Now get out there and put on a good show. And remember I'll be watching!"
She closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh but got out of the car. She didn't want to do this but that was nothing new and she knew how things would go...if she refused. He'd either keep hitting her until she gave in or "give her something to 'help' and she'd forget everything. She'd rather not get hit and know what was going on. She shut the door behind her, then adjusted her outfit as much as she could.
There was a slight night breeze. It wasn't chilly but reminded her just how exposed she was. She looked at the guy sitting on the park bench then back at Dawson. He'd gotten out and was leaning over the top of the car. It was dark out, so dark she couldn't make out his expression only the smoke of his cigarette and a silhouette of his figure against the car.
She bit her lip, then turned and slowly walked up to the man. He perked up spotting her. She took him in, thinking he wasn't the normal type she hooked up with...at least not when she was sober.
She clutched the bottom of her skirt feeling sick. She debated running for a second but doubted she'd be able to get away, even then he knew where she lived. SHIT! She realized she was probably going to have to move after she broke things off or just disappear for a while.
Dawson let out a whistle, no doubt urging her to get on with it. She turned and saw his figure was now standing on the other side of the car. She knew what he wanted her to do. The sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could get back to bed...Corrie. She turned to face the man on the bench then lifted her skirt up. She tried to pretend this was any other hook up. The guy looked at her pussy and smiled ear to ear.
Without warning, he reached out and touched her, rubbing his hands over her. She just stood there letting him paw at her. His hands were rough and sweaty. She could tell he was excited, seeing the tent in his pants. He parted her lips, roughly rubbing her sex. When he saw her clit ring, his eyes lip up and he grabbed at it, tugging it harder then she would have liked. She flinched and then suddenly it was like he'd flipped a switch or something.
Her entire body lit up all at once as she became aroused. Even thought she didn't want to do this, she could feel the beast awaken. She felt herself getting wet. Even thought she'd fucked Corrie all afternoon and still had his seed in her she wanted more. She let out a low moan and moved her hips about as she felt her body heating up. He gave her clit ring another tug then slid along her sex until he found her hole. He pushed a finger up inside her and madly wiggled it about. She parted her legs more allowing him full access to her. He shot another finger in her and roughly moved her about.
Then he pulled a draw string on his sweat pants and took his cock out. It was misshapen! It reminded her of a sausage the way it was thick and curved and the head was bigger then the shaft.
"You want this?" He asked giving it a floppy shake.
"Yeah," she gasped, admittedly she did. Fuck! FUCK!
She was depraved. She was trying to get better. To get things under control. She thought she had but here she was in the middle of the night letting some stranger Dawson set her up withfinger fuck her and show her his strange ass cock. Then again she'd always been a whore for cock. She wondered what this one might feel like. The base pushing up in her and having that fat head, all the way pressed against her cervix.
She looked around knowing they were out in public under a fucking street lamp anyone could...could wander by. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private."
"Nah, here," he said pulling his hand away from her. "Show me your tits."
It didn't take much to pull her shirt down. When she did he grabbed both, one with each hand and gave them a good squeeze like he was picking melons at a grocery store. She could feel her juices drip onto her inner thigh and then her calf before hitting the cement below. It was amazing how easily she got wet and made so much of it. Maybe it was some shit Dawson had her on with the vitamins or those shots.
The guy let go of her breast then wiggled his cock, "Why don't you give it a lick."
She dropped down squatting in front of him. Her skirt came up now at her hips and her breast were exposed. She didn't care as she took his cock in her mouth. Her eyes lit up as she tried to take him down her throat and found the head of his cock was just to big. Fuck! Her pussy burned with excitement. She pressed him against her cheeks licked his shaft and played with his balls but her hands were nearly shaking with excitement. She wondered if Dawson had picked him out personally for her or if this was just a random guy he knew.
"Let me feel those breasts," the man urged.
She looked back up and he had a camera out. She paused for a second then took his cock between her breasts. She used her big fat tits to squeeze him and he let out a groan of excitement. He kept smiling like he won the lottery or something clearly he was not used to this or was just really into her. He grabbed at her breast taking another hand full. He pulled her to him so he could suck on her nipple. His mouth was hot and she could smell alcohol the guy must have had a few. When he let go of her she went back to sucking his dick. She thought he might cum the way he shuttered and tasted salty, she could feel some pre-cum escaping.
She kept letting him hit the back of her throat seeing if she could eventually fit it but no such luck if anything he swelled more. She ran her hands along his shaft then just focused on his tip as he ran his fingers through her hair. He groaned and moaned and she was sure he wasn't going to last much longer but he kept on going. She bobbed her head and juggling his balls until he grabbed her hair and made her pull up.
She looked up at him wondering if something was wrong when he said the magic worked, "Let's fuck!"
She got excited again for a second she thought he might blow his load in her mouth and be done with it. She stood up and wiped her mouth trying not to act too eager. "So you want me to hop on or do you want to get up and bend me over."
"The tree," the man said, standing, still holding the camera on her. "Let's do it against the tree over there."
She nodded then went over to the nearby tree. She noticed he'd left the camera on the bench. She leaned up against the tree with her back facing him and he came up behind her. Her rubbed his cock against her, a few times, then positioned the tips. She was soaking by now with Corrie's juices and her own anticipation of this weird cock. The thing slid about. She felt it almost go in then pass by hitting her clit.
It caused her to jerk several times having the thing jab into her clit. She spread her legs really wide and then leaned her shoulder up against the tree so she could reach around and grab her lips. She spread her herself wide hoping to help him in and it worked. She felt the head connect and then nudge in. It took a bit of a push but once he got the head in he slid it all the way up. She let her breasts fall against the tree as her whole body seemed to melt.
She felt that big old head slide up her pussy and say hello to her cervix. It was a new sensation this fat headed sausage dick. He grabbed her hips and started to pound into her. She let out loud lustful moans as she bucked her hips. He gave her ass a good slap and she could feel the bark roughly dragging against her skin. She clung to the tree knowing she was such a fucking whore. She was depraved as shit and knew Dawson was out there just watching, probably laughing his ass off.
The man's thrusts became uneven and frenzied. It was clear while he had a solid dick, he didn't know how to use it. His trusts were so uneven, he didn't know what times to burst at. For a moment she was pulled from her enjoyment as she tried to help him. She moved her body in such a way hoping he would match her rhythm but he only got excited too excited...the dude started yelling out as he jutted into her.
She rolled her eyes and couldn't help but feel disappointed he'd came too quickly. She had wanted to ride him longer and cursed herself for blowing him so long. He quickly pulled out and she felt her pussy make a loud popping sound in protest, like it hadn't wanted to let him go. She closed her eyes for a moment then started to fix her outfit. The man suddenly seemed shy as he put himself away. He said, "Thanks," then threw something at her before he rushed off, practically running out of the park.
She stood there for a moment wondering why the fuck he was in such a rush to leave. She bent down picking up what he'd thrown at her and saw it was a crumpled up dollar bill. She looked at it confused then Dawson came around the tree nearly scaring the life out of her. She thought he was still by the car. He must have snuck over at some point while they were fucking.
He was now leaning against the tree. "So how was your first sale?"
"What?" she said confused.
"I told that guy you were a hooker, only charged a dollar. He couldn't believe his lucky day!"
"WHAT!" she said her stomach dropping like she was on an elevator.
"I know I overcharged him."
"Tell me you're joking," she hissed, "You know how I feel...about exchanging money for sex."
"I know," he said, "You're just going to have to get over it."
"NO! Seriously! FUCK!" she threw the dollar down but he snatched it up, "You're so fucking strange I swear. You'll give it out to anyone for free but if money's involved you've suddenly got standard."
"I just, I don't do that. I'm not for sale."
"Everything is for sale, given the right price," he said putting the dollar away. He planned on framing it.
All of her excitement and arousal suddenly turned to disgust, with Dawson, with the situation but most of all herself. She could feel this guy semen seeping out of her. She felt gross having been with Corrie and then some rando back to back and charging some guy a dollar. She didn't believe in sex for cash but she was worth more then a dollar, if she did.
"Whatever!" she hissed not wanting to fight with him right now. She just wanted to get out of here and take a shower. Maybe she'd change her number or block his number. She heard somewhere she could do that. She started to march off but he followed after her, "Ah don't get salty, you didn't cum, did you."
"Fuck off," she said marching to the car.
He grabbed her wrist and she whirled around swinging her fist at him. He dodged it then jerked her nearly causing her to fall to the ground. He roughly yanked her arm and she suddenly realized he had a camera in the other. He focused it on her and laughed at how mad she was, "Come on now, show it to me. Some me your whore hole after its first sale."
She glared at him or rather the camera. "No!"
"Do it and I'll take you home."
She continued to glare at him but lifted her skirt. He let go of her wrist and drop to his knees before her, zooming in with his camera. "Oh would you look at that." He took out a lighter and lit it right underneath her so he could get it in better light. He brought it up close to her, dangerously close. She swore she could feel the heat and stumbled back, "What are you trying to burn my pussy now."
"No, I just wanted a good shot!
"Well you got it. I'm done take me home!"
"I will, I will," he said getting back up then he got a grin on his face, "Eventually!"
"No way! You said if I spread and showed you my hole, you'd take me home"
"And I will, what you so eager to get back to your fuck boy."
"Don't call him that,"
"My bad the cuck!"
"Don't call him that either. Just don't talk about him!"
"Why?" he teased. "He isn't special, he's just another prick like all the others."
"He's not!" she spat. "He's not like the others and you know it!"
He lowered the camera. "You are no fun tonight!"
"Well excuse me," she said sarcastically putting her hands on her hips.
He actually began to pout pushing out his lower lip. She could see it in the park's street lamp. He rocked on his heels but smiled a moment later and grabbed her, "Come on, don't be sour with me."
"I'm not," she hissed, even though she knew she totally was, "I'm just tired!"
"Well wake up," he said, "You did good tonight, real fucking good. I worried given how you'd reacted in public given that night in the park."
"Night in the park," she repeated. "What? Wait? What night in the park?" She paused for a second thinking the last time they were in a park was after that sex club with the creepers, "WAIT A MINUTE! That night with those creepers."
"Yeah," he said.
"Wait!" she said ripping from his grasp. She stumbled back in disbelief. "You said you had nothing to do with that!"
He snapped his head to the side and her heart thundered in her chest. No...no fucking way! Her eyes widened as he reached out for her again but she dodged jerking back, "NO! NO!" she shouted "Don't you fucking touch me! Don't come near me!" She hissed then turned and started to rush off but he grabbed her from behind around the waist. She screamed and started to fight him but he sunk them both down onto the grass.
He held her tight insisting. "I didn't! I didn't! Have anything to do with that I swear to you." She continued to struggle but he wouldn't let her go getting in her ear. "I swear to you Gwyne, I didn't! I was just worried that experience might have ruined you and that you might not be up for other things."
She continued to struggle for a moment longer, unsure of what to believe. If he had anything to do with that or not. She didn't trust him! He wouldn't let her go until she settled then he loosened his grip, "I didn't mean to upset you," He said pulling some strands of hair from her face behind her ear.
"What, other things are you talking about?" she asked.
He acted all lovingly, gently kissing and caressing her. She was in a sour mood, tired and infuriated. He got them back on their feet and she tried to pull away and put some distance between them so she could think but he wouldn't let her. He just pulled her back in his arms and led her over to the public rest rooms. He put his camera away in his jacket and before she could ask what they were doing, he kissed her. It wasn't just a peck but a passionate fiery kiss. He knew just how to get her engines going and they were soon making out all hot and heavy.
In between gasps of air, he called out to her. "I have... a surprise... for you."
"Hmm...a surprise." she hissed. She didn't want another surprise. The man on the park bench had been a surprise!
He wrapped his arms around her then pulled her to the men's room. She thought they were going to do it in there. However once they got inside, she was shocked to see half a dozen cameras and lighting equipment. Her eyes went wide as she wondered what the fuck was going on.
He got behind her, put both hands on her shoulders and excitedly sung, "Your first porn!"
Gwyne stood there frozen for a good minute taking in what he said. He...had said he wanted to get her into porn, several times but like so many things she hadn't taken him seriously. Of course, she now knew how serious he could get! She'd made it clear she wasn't going to do porn but she'd also said she wasn't going to do those five guys in that hotel room or sell herself.
"Fuck." Gwyne gasped.
"Excited," said Dawson.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind giving her a good squeeze before he kissed the back of her neck. She stared at all the cameras and furrowed her brow. In this moment she felt beyond overwhelmed. She knew he was going to make her do this! Just like that guy on the park bench and everything else she had done. She closed her eyes hoping she could talk him out of this for just a little longer until she could get her bearings straight. She seriously needed to figure some shit out and like now, cause shit was getting beyond crazy.
She opened her eyes then said. "I...uh this is nice and all but I just had sex, not just with the guy in the park, but like all afternoon with Corrie! I uh...need to rest up for something, uh like this uh."
"Let's just considered the cuck and the fan a warm up! Something to get your juices flowing"
"Fan, juices" she repeated.
She felt like she was standing in quicksand or that her head was filled with molasses. Everything was happening way too fast and she just couldn't keep up. She looked around again, hoping to process this...anything, but it was like she suddenly couldn't think. She had liked that about their relationship but sometimes you needed to be able to think.
She felt like a deer caught in headlights... a turtle on land. She laughed wondering how many more analogies she could come up with rather then addressing the issue at hand that she was OH SO VERY FUCKED! This dude wanted her to film a fucking porn, like not tomorrow but right fucking now. She couldn't think she seriously couldn't deal with this shit right now!
Somehow she mustered some words, "Public porn uh...how can, How uh can we...This is a public restroom!" Those were words alright they just weren't the words she was hoping for in this moment.
He chuckled at her brain fog and mocked, "Ah yes, how astute you are."
She swallowed, "I mean how clean is this place?" No that is not what she meant, that's what came out but what she wanted to say was. How can we do this? No! No! I don't want to do this. YES!
"Relax," he said feeling the tension in her shoulders. "I hosed it down with the good stuff before I got set up!"
Good Stuff? Set up! Set up! How long had he been planning this? She kept looking around at everything then sputtered. "Yeah but this is... uh still... don't you need permits for-"
"You don't need to worry about what is or isn't needed," He said shaking her from behind. "Just consider this your playroom."
He showed her to one of the large stalls, "Your throne." He teased
"I no," YES! She'd finally managed to say it. She closed her eyes getting the rest out. "I don't want to do this! Not here, not ever, really I told you-"
"And I've told you," he cut her off. She opened her eyes knowing that tone. She got quiet and just stood there. After a few seconds. He gave her a squeeze and continued, "Would you Relax. I don't know why you still put up a fuss. I know you and know what you like, once you get a few good cocks in you, you'll love this! How many guy you fuck in the bathroom huh? How many men you show your pussy to, grinding on the sinks and in the toilets? This ain't nothing new for you, love. You just don't want to admit how much of a freak you are, but that's what I love most about you. You're so fucking depraved."
"I'm depraved." she scoffed, "You're the one who wants me to do all this shit."
He smiled, "And yet you do it with glee."
She bit her lip, knowing he wasn't gonna back down, just like in the hotel room with those guys. She ran her hands up her arms, thinking maybe if she did one and sucked at it so bad, he'd finally let the subject drop.
He snapped his fingers. "Come on now, don't get shy all of a sudden. I have a lot of guys lined up for this. You don't want to keep them waiting."
"A lot of-" she choked on the words, swallowing. Great so if she decided to up and run she'd just run right into them.
He reached out for her and she took his hand but still hesitated. She pulled on his arm and he looked back at her. "Why?" She pleaded. "Why do you need me to do this?"
He paused for a long moment and looked almost distant. She wondered if he even knew why he wanted her to do this. A second later he snapped out of his trance and scoffed. "I don't need you to do anything!" His eyes flickered with rage. "You...you are the one who needs this! I know you! I know you better then yourself! That cuck asshole isn't enough for you that fan in the park left you wanting! Everyone in your life will leave you wanting! I'm the only one who's ever going to be honest with you! The only one that can show you what you truly are and give you what you want! For only I know what you truly desire." His eyes glossed over and got a bit crazed toward the end.
He was scaring her, "But-"
He pressed his lips up against hers shutting her up. He wouldn't hear anymore of her excuses. When they pulled apart, he yanked her into the bathroom stall and sat her down on the toilet.
"Now remember, not a fucking word less I give permission! You are mine to do with as I please! You are nothing but my fuck hole! I am your master. I give the commands and you follow them. Don't displease me!" He took out a mask from his pocket and slid it onto her face. Everything was covered save for her mouth. Strangely the mask had a hallow, metal cylinder connected to the mouth. He inserted it into her mouth forcing her to keep it open. She knew this must be for blowjobs. She found it uncomfortable. Once he got the fabric snuggly over her chin and neck, he buckled it then took out a tiny padlock.
Her eyes popped as she realized he was locking it on her. She tried to speak but quickly found she couldn't with the cylinder in her mouth. All she could do was make noises and move her tongue about. He seemed to know why she was upset and chuckled.
"Don't worry love, this is for your comfort. The cylinder will keep your jaw from getting tired and the lock prevents anyone from getting curious and finding out who you are. Wouldn't want anyone to recognize you, after all!"
She still protested wondering how he was going to know when she wanted it to stop. Then it dawned on her that she didn't have any say in this! He really was going to do what he pleased whether she liked it or not. She felt like she was going deeper down the rabbit hole of depravity as he ripped off her shirt and skirt. She was in nothing but a corset, fishnets and boots with a fucking blow job mask locked on her head. She closed her eyes thinking this was so degrading.
Oh well...if...if she didn't suck at this, maybe it would at least get it out of his system so he'd stop pushing her. That or maybe this would finally be the tipping point for her. Enough to finally say fuck this shit, I'm so done and actually leave his ass. Or...or she'd just become more twisted then ever before. Her knees trembled with fear and anticipation. Her hole was already wet and wanting. Fuck! She kept cursing in her head trying not to think.
After a few seconds, he slapped her, and shook her from her thoughts, "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME FUCK HOLE!" She groaned then grunted. He slapped her across the face again harder this time and she nodded."Good girl!"
He yanked her off the toilet and back out into the room. "Now let's gets some professional cover shots. Just you and me and the cameras."
She wanted to snap 'Since when are you a professional' but settled for snorting.
He gave her ass a whack like he knew what she was thinking. He roughly handled her, moving her about the room in various positions. He checked the lighting in each area, seeing how it would affect each shot. He had her bend up against a sink then lean over it and spread herself from behind. Her had her sit in the sink and spread her legs wide. Then he took her over to the urinal and had her lean up against it. After he got a few shots, he had her then sit in one, much to her protest. Her ordered her to piss urging her to get it out of her system. She did it and he took pictures as it went on the floor. Then he came over with a hose and sprayed the her and the floor off. He got her back in the stalls and had her poses with the toilet in various sexual potions. If it was just this she'd be fine but she knew any second some guy...fuck a few, were going to come in and blast her.
He had her touch her body all over while she sat on the toilet then stand against one of the brick walls holding a sign that was blank. He told her when she was done he'd add a tally for how many cocks she took. She moaned wondering jut how many cocks she was going to take. She had a feeling it was going to be more then five.
He took the sign then commanded her to crawl around on the cement floor and pump her hips about, like she was hungrily looking for cocks, to fucked. Her hole started to get super wet, so much so that she drooled a bit and he got excited catching it on camera. She could see he was hungry for carnage. He was practically vibrating. With the mood he was in, she knew she was going to be a fucking mess, by the time they were finished.
She started to get aroused recalling how it felt last time. It had been a lot, she'd been overwhelmed but she had cum countless times. She might have even broken her record. She bit her lip and found she was more exited then freaked out. Fuck did she want to actually do this! It wasn't like she hadn't fucked in public restroom before. It was often the most convenient place. At first sex had just been a thing...something she did until she'd started really enjoying it. After that it became something more. She remembered one time in college she met this guy and there was such physical attraction between them that she couldn't wait to jump him.
They had gone to the nearest restroom in some park on the college campus. They had been all over each other and fucked as soon as they got into one of the bathroom stalls. But it had been crazy good. She liked the risk and loved the reward. She breathed in deeply thinking about it but still looked around and wondered how she could be here, when a few hours ago she was with Corrie. His arms wrapped around her. He was opening up...their relationship was becoming something more she could feel it.
That is what she had always wanted, to be with him, to have him hold her. She loved him and yet here she was exposing herself in a public restroom, getting ready to film her first porn. A chill ran up her spine thinking about it. How could she love Corrie so much yet enjoy being with Dawson just a much. She didn't love him but the pleasure... the pain...the fucking extremes he provided. The things he could do to her and make her do, were like nothing else. He fed her self-destructive nature and perhaps...perhaps he did know her better then herself. Yet Corrie...Corrie fed that part of her that longed to be accepted and truly loved. She felt, cursed torn between two worlds, two lovers
Her emotions kept going all over the place, freaked out, excited, worried, ashamed, aroused and philosophical. Dawson ordered her to sit on a toilet, spread herself wide and play with herself. She ran her hands over herself as he took more picture. She was no longer afraid as she felt that urge that deep hunger within her stir, to do something dark and dangerous. She wanted to get fucked up! She moved about feeling her pussy ache with need. She was nothing but a fuck hole and wanted to get fucked.
Dawson came over and attached a thick collar around her neck. She was so aroused she had no idea where he'd gotten it from. He left the stall, leaving her alone for a second, then came back with a big thick heavy chain. He attacked it to her neck then had the chain fall down between her breast to her crotch and the floor it was so fucking long and thich. She could feel it collide against her pussy, felt her clack against clit ring. She was so horny she rubbed her sex up and down the chain liking how the cold metal felt against her sex.
Dawson chuckled, "You're like a bitch in heat right now, aren't you. Can't wait to get that cock in you, see I know you."
She groaned wanting him to stop teasing her as she rubbed her breasts. She wiggled about then ran her sex up against the chain again pumping against it.
He took several picture then ordering her to open and close her legs around the chain. She did as she was ask. He positioned some cameras then checked some more things before turning to her, "You hungry, huh girl.!"
She nodded staring into the red light of the camera. It was on now. Her first porn.
"Good, good girl," said Dawson
He watched her through the camera for a moment, smiling to himself. Ever since she'd told him about her getting piled on in a bathroom, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He wanted to see it for himself. He wished he'd been there to watch, to see the moment she awakened to her true self that moment she realized she loved getting plowed, He was here now hoping he could recreate it.
He checked all the lights and cameras again then left the stall. He went to the men's room door and knocked loudly giving the signal. He'd hired several men to watch the door and only allow the men he'd chosen to come in. The first man stepped in, ready and raring to go. He was wearing a mask and a robe. He took off the robe and was naked. He moved around him with the camera then guided him to where Gwyne was.
She sat on toilet still opening and closing her legs. She'd heard the men's room door open and knew someone had come. A moment later she saw two pairs of feet. Dawson's and another man. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She was really doing it…filming a porn. It would always e out there...always exist. Her getting pounded in this bathroom. A man stepped into view, her mask made things darker but she could clearly see he was tall, wearing a mask of his own and naked. He was also well endowed. She wished she could bite her lip as he came up on her. The bathroom stall had seemed larger but now it felt dangerously small.
The man didn't say a word as he loomed over her. She opened her legs and didn't close them. He reached out running his hand over her mask then to her breast. He tugged on her nipple rings then dragged a finger down her corset. He moved the chain from between her legs then slipped his long slender finger inside her. He went all the way back. She could feel him poked her cervix. He pushed on it trying to go as deep as he could and she shuttered. She made some strange noises and he chuckle as he swirled his finger bout. He stirred her right up and she was raring to go practically bouncing on the toilet.
He added as second one jabbing her cervix back and up. She spread more wanting him to push more and go deeper. He did just that. She jerked her hips about uncontrollably. She couldn't help it she loved to have her fuck hole touched. She was only on the first guy but already puddy in his hands. He pumped his fingers into her a few times then stirred her hole about, jerking it to one side and then the other up and down. It felt good! Dawson got up close as the man pulled his fingers out and a long string of her juices and cum came out. It had coated his fingers and drizzled into the toilet and onto the floor. She was beyond soaking wet right now.
The man sunk his fingers back into her and worked her some more. His fingers were just so long and he could reach so deep. He spread her open a few times so Dawson could look inside her with the cameras. The lights were baring on her but she was so aroused she didn't care. When the man pulled his fingers out again, he moved so that his cock was in her face. She took it in her mouth and down her throat unliked the last guy. She bobbed her head taking him as deep as she could wanting to repay him for that lovely fingering. She heard him grunt then groan before he pulled back. Dawson yanked on her chain and ordered her to stand. The man sat on the toilet and Dawson ordered her to climb on.
She didn't need to be told twice. She was ready for a good ride. She lifted her leg and grabbed the man's dick. It was long like his fingers and she knew it was going to reach all the way to her core. She went to put it in and Dawson ordered her to do it slow. She moved the raw tip to her entrance as he got in close with the camera. She slow, letting the head sink in, then slid down it as she moved to sit on top of him on the toilet.
He sunk up, all the way up inside her and she threw her head back delightfully. She shuttered as she felt the walls of her hole wrap around him and her cervix greet him. More juices spilled out of her. She sat there for a long minute as Dawson moved all around them wanting to get every angel. Then he had her lifted up almost standing then plot down on him. He enjoyed watching her hole devour the full length of the cock, up and down, up and down. He had her doing a work out squatting on this man. He had her pull all the way off which made her sad. He wanted to catch a string off her juices as she popped off. It was long from the mans tip to her hole. He caught it on camera then allowed her to get back on and wrap her arms and legs around him. They were allowed to start
In this moment everything else faded away. There was no shame...no thoughts just sweet fucking. The sounds of their bodies flapping about and the toilet seat creaking filled the quiet bathroom and it was glorious. She loved everything about fucking the sounds, the smells, the fucking itself. She gleefully bounced on him like he was her own personal horsey. His cock was so delicious and she was so horny that it didn't take her long to pop off. The man felt her squeeze down on him but didn't let her stop for a second when she slowed he grabbed her hips and started shaking her hips against him.
She didn't mind. Oh she loved cock so much! Way too much. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for a good fucking cock. She felt her body twitching with release and such joy. She had been so worked up a minute ago and now she felt like she was in her element, though it worried her she was still so hungry after fucking Corrie all afternoon. Then again she had fucked those one guys for almost three days off an on. Her stamina was getting insane.
She had been lost in a den of sex...she almost hadn't come up for air and it had scared her straight. What if she did that again. What if she fuck for three days straight in a dirty toilet, fucking countless men, any that came in. Her thoughts were so fucking twisted but she couldn't help but think of how much cock that would be. She would be a right cock whore then. She thought back to Dawson's earlier comment from a while ago. How many could she take before she broke? What if...she had a pussy that just didn't quit? What if she could fuck on forever.
The thought didn't scare her but aroused her, even more, to the point where it set her off and she came again. She cried out, moaning and groan in this moment nothing sounded better then getting drilled endlessly. Usually she'd have to fuck for a while for her mind to be this far gone but it seemed she'd already lost it.
The man suddenly stood up and moved her back against the stall wall. He smashed her into it with such force, it madly rattled. She liked it liked the cool feel of the stall wall on her back and the throbbing cock deep in her pussy. Dawson moved all around happy as a clam getting this all on film. He tried to catch every angle he could knowing he'd enjoy watching this later. He tapped on the guys shoulder and he picked up the pace. He seemed to be a pro because he came inside her on command, jutting his warmth deep inside her. He slowly pulled out letting his seed trail out of her and onto the cement floor. He set her down and she just stood there with her back leaned against the bathroom stall and her pussy forward dripping with her third drizzle of the day.
A second later, Dawson ordered her to lean over the toilet and spread herself, nice and wide. He got some close up shots of gobs of cum, falling out of her and into the toilet. She was still hungry and eager to see what was next. Dawson nodded at the camera and said, "Yeah yeah that's a decent cream pie, you should save some room love, coming on the first cock you're gonna get full fast."
She tried to smile but couldn't with the cylinder in her mouth. Instead she put up two fingers.
"Oh you came twice, my my," he said the patted her ass.
He yanked on her chain so she'd face him then asked, "You want another?
She nodded thinking she might as well enjoy herself.
"Good, good, then lets begin!"
Begin she thought titling her head in confusion, hadn't they already begun?
He went to the men's room door and knocked on it. She heard it open and he called out, "Alright let's line em up."
Line em up? She stepped out of the stall and looked to the door. If her mouth wasn't already open from her mask, it would have dropped as masked man after man walked into the room and lined up on some tape that had been placed on the floor. She'd missed it when they'd first came in. She quickly started counting one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, they were going out the door her eyes widened. He was he insane!
He rubbed his jaw then boasted "What I say, Fuck Hole bet you had men lining up, you said you didn't well you do now."
"Two more men entered but they were dressed and had cameras to help film everything she guessed. She wanted to back out of this. One of the men tripped over her chain and she realized it was bolted to the floor. The fucker had chained her to the men's room. Even if she could run past all what eleven men she wouldn't get far. The bastard had done this one purpose...planned ahead
She stumbled back and tried to speak but had she had this fucking thing in her mouth. She tired to take it out but a man stepped up to her and pushed into her back into the stall. He was a big guy really wide. He walked her back until she sat down on the toilet and then pushed himself into her mouth. His cock was shorted then the last guy but fat. He pushed it to the back of her throat and she felt like she couldn't breathe. He didn't hold back. She didn't have a gag reflex but this fucker pushed her past her limit. She struggled as he fucked her face until he grew close then he pulled back and came all over her face. He jutted it into her mouth then across her breasts and pussy. He fucking drenched her.
The camera drew in close as she madly coughed. She saw flashes as pictures were taken. The man turned then left the stall. She barely had a second before the next stepped up. He went straight for her hips. He jerked her crotch to him and entered her hard. She let out a mix between a groan and moan. He smashed her again the back brick wall at the back of the tall and pumped her so good and hard she felt her bones rattle. After a few dozen pumps, he slowed down then grabbed both her nipple rings. He used them to lift her tits up and moved them all about. She let out several groans as she still had her crotch pinned to the brick wall. Some guy with a camera stood on the toilet so he could get the shot of her tits being jerked about. When the guy let go, he gave them a good slap and then another and another. It stung and she clenched down on his dick as it throbbed between her legs.
"Don't hole back, she likes to be knocked around. I'll give you a bonus, if you can land a nice hand print on those fat tits," Dawson urged.
The man pulled his hand back and smacked the shit out of breast good, first one and then the other again and again until he had a good hand impression on each breast. It stung like nothing else but the pain quickly faded as the guy started bashing into her again. She was hoping to get off but he came to quick and just then let her drop to the floor. The next guy stepped up and scooped her off the floor. He bent her over the toilet and entered her from behind. His stoke were slower more control. He knew what he was doing and grinded her cum soaked pussy squeezing her battered breasts. He was a nice size but she wasn't quiet satisfied. He didn't quite scratch her itch after four or five cocks now. Maybe she was getting numb. The guy came after a few minutes then stepped aside.
She held the position her hands pressed against the brick wall, her body bent over the toilet with her legs spread as the next man came up. She figured he'd fuck her over the toilet too but he grabbed her by the back of the neck and hauled her ass out of the stall. It was clear he wanted to put on a good show for the others. She was surrounded by men all waiting their turn. She didn't have much time to think as she slapped her across the face. She stumbled to the side but didn't fall. He back handed her and this time she fell to the side, hitting the cement with her knees.
He forced himself into her mouth and was brutal. He overloaded her senses practically chocking her out. She could hear the other men cheering him on and saw more camera flashes as he fucked her face. When he got close he shoved all the way down her throat to the point where he cut of her oxygen then came hard. She felt it fall down her throat and madly gasped for air when he pulled back. He let out so much that it came back up and she started to spit some of it up. She madly coughed practically coking on cum. She fell to her hands and knees then threw up. She could hear Dawson call out, "Beautiful fucking beautiful!
Someone hosed her and the ground down, then Dawson grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to face the camera before he shouted "NEXT!"
The room cheered as the next one dropped down to his knees and came up behind her. He dragged her hips and entered her from behind. He was a smaller man and she was able to look around the room and catch her breath. She saw the line of men was still out the door, fuck was he trying to kill her. He had to be! She noticed some of the men were jerking themselves off, a few of them came while watching her get taken from behind. The man was vigorous she gave him that but he wasn't doing it for her. She let him finish and the next man stepped up.
He was bulky and looked older, maybe middle age. Unlike the rest of the men he wasn't naked. He wore a mask but he had boxers on. He also had a big belly on him. He reminded her of the gym coaches she used to have back in school. Only this guy had some tattoo's on his muscular arms. One was like a bull or an ox. His fingers were fat as he shoved them into her pussy. He rooted around in her, like he was cleaning out a drain. He jabbed her a few times and she could feel a ring or two on his finger before he got behind her.
"I think she can handle it!" said the man.
"Think so," said Dawson with a wicked grin.
Her stomach dropped as she wondered what he meant by that. 'Handle it!' 'I think she can handle it.' That couldn't be good. She could feel the man's belly fall on her ass. A moment later she felt the head of his cock slap against her entrance. She could immediately tell it had some weight to it. She jerked her hips and her pussy instinctively twitched with excitement.
He fumbled about behind her trying to position it. She could tell it was different from the others. He was struggling to get it in, which considering how wet she was, shouldn't be a problem. She tried to get a look at it but he wouldn't let her turn. She felt his clock glide over her hole several times before he got it. He grunted as he pushed the tip in.
Her eyes rolled back as she felt it burst into her. He!' No it was girthy! That was a word for it. This was definitely a case of don't judge a book by its cover. She sputtered with pleasure and pain as he opened her up. Drool came from her mouth as she took him all the way in. He filled her completely stuffing up her fuck hole. Her entire body shuttered with such pleasure. She loved this feeling, loved being so full of cock.
He gave her ass a good hard smack then boasted, "They used to call me Bull but I prefer Ox."
Bull, Ox whatever the fuck he was, he was tasty. She started to wiggle about impatiently, wanting him to pound her out. He pulled back slightly and slowly nudged her. It was like he had to get his motor running, maybe get the gears winding again. Once he was warmed up though, oh he pounded her fuck hole good! It was a greedy bitch and he was aiming to please. He roughly pawed at her tits as he ground her down. She put all his wait into it and it was a struggle for her to keep on her hands and knees she just wanted to collapse forward but didn't want to risk parting from this cock.
She swore her eyes were permanently rolled back in her head. Her body quickly gave way to him and it didn't take long before her muscles twitched with a powerful orgasm. She madly whimpered like a pathetic bitch, her pussy throbbing with ecstasy. She heard laughter coming form the men at how much she cried out but she didn't care. This cock was just too good. Her fuck hole thundered with such pleasure that she didn't ever want to let it go. She bore down on him hard and was threatening to cum again but he pulled out leaving her feeling empty. He came on her back and she let out a whimper of disappointment.
Dawson ran his hand over her head. "Don't worry love, ox was just setting you up for the plow."
Plow? She perked up and saw it then, the men parted some large muscular guy stepped up. She quickly let out a whimper of uneasiness. Her eyes were telling her no fucking way and yet her hole still wanted to give it a go. It wasn't just a greedy bitch but crazy. She still had all these guys and it wanted to take on a fucking plow, he was definitely a big boy, no a titan, that thing was a titan. He got behind her and she shook with terror and excitement. She felt him place himself. She thought he'd struggle to get it in but his cock wouldn't be denied. He pushed it in and felt him expand her. She shuddered letting out such noises as he slid along her walls, she could feel every inch of him stretching her to new heights. The room was quiet as the men watched to see if she could 'take' such a cock.
He just kept going deeper and deeper even when he collided with her cervix he just pushed it around like Dawson had in the beginning. Once this titan locked in, it was a tight fit she was absolutely brimming with cock now but it still felt so good to be so full. There was some pain but also such pleasure. He pulled back then slammed into her smacking into her core, it hit just the right spot, sending her cervix into overdrive and she madly squirmed about cumming so hard she she pissed herself.
The guy didn't ease up, he kept going, his trusts were long and impactful, causing her entire body to quake. Where as the bull stuffed her this guy plugged her right up. She started to deliriously cum again and again and again they were quick sharp frenzied orgasms that rattling her body and brain. She felt like her mind had snapped. She was a fucking cum whore! She lived to get cocked up! She went out of her mind madly whimpering and babbling to herself but no one could understand a word, she was saying. The titan picked her up after a while so all could get a good look at her. He stood up, still inside her and had her off her feet. They were just dangling there as she was held up by his massive fucking cock.
After a seconds, he put his hands under her knees and spread her open to the word, with his cock rammed tightly inside her. The camera's captured it all as he jutted that titan cock up inside her. She soon felt overwhelmed. She jerked trying to escape it but just kept sinking down on his cock, cumming all over herself. The men roared out, watching this whore get wasted on cock. She swore she went mad.
Everything, everyone disappeared as she went to the moon and back, the fucking solar systems beyond the galaxy. She had no idea what she was talking about, thinking about anymore. Was it possible to be driven utterly mad by cock. She was going to find out as he pussy broke, it couldn't stop cumming. It was leaking all over the place. She lost all control. She stopped fighting it and completely gave in. She had no shame, mindlessly bucking against it. She never wanting to stop. Her depravity was on full display surrounded by countless men and cameras. Let this be the end of her let them have. She nearly passed out as she came again crying out. Her voice was so loud it could be heard outside the bathroom.
"Bitch just keeps cumming all over the place," the titan grunted, "Her pussy is just twitching like mad, sucking the shit out o my dick."
"Really," said Dawson. "Pull out let me see,"
The titan lifted her up and his cock fell out. Her hole was left open and the wall of her fuck hole were madly spasming. Dawson had one of the camera men shine a light on her so he could catch it all of film. Her pussy was endlessly firing with orgasm and her cervix could be seen madly pulsing as it drowned in cum at the very back. Dawson cackled. She was finally open for the word to see. He ordered the titan to stir her up good and then pop out every few thrust. He did as he was told. He jutted back up in her stirred her pussy into more orgasm then let her pussy pop off his dick.
Dawson kept filming her walls trembling. He had others step up and get a good look at her. She felt so strange. If the cock was out of her too long she'd start to come down and madly bucking her hips. She didn't want to come down from this she wanted to stay in this high forever. The man kept pumping into her to the point where she thought she might honestly die from orgasm.
Eventually Dawson ordered him to blow her out on the floor. He set her down without falling out then pinned her to the cement floor and plowed her out. Dawson laughed as he watched every second of it. She madly flailed about on the floor as she was hit with such pleasure and pain. She came so hard that she passed out. The guy slowed for a second but unlike the last time, this guy didn't stop.
He looked to Dawson who just nodded and the guy picked up the pace once more. Dawson had made sure not to have any repeats, like last time. Things wouldn't stop until he wanted them to. The guy kept pounding into her unconscious body. Dawson got in close watching her limp form jerk against the floor. The guy came and stayed inside her for a good minute until he finally pulled out. Her hole made a popping sound as if it didn't want to let go.
Dawson filmed her on the floor, then rolling her over on her back. He got a good shot of her cum covered hole. He moved her limps around posing her. She really was his cum soaked doll. He could do whatever he wanted with her, to her. It was beautiful. She was beautiful, glistening from cum and sweat. Her entire body was covered in red and he could see where bruises were beginning to form.
Oh how he loved to fuck her up! Maybe because she fucked him up so much. She shouldn't. She shouldn't make him feel anything and yet she did. He ran his hands over her forgetting about the other men for a second. Her breasts were perfect he could see hand prints on them and her fuck hole was getting so much use. He stuck his fingers in and spread her about. He looked at her swollen sex then pulled back. He turned her over and pulled a marker out of his pocket. He wrote on her perfect ass. Cum on one cheek, dump on the other. It suited her. He thought. She'd fucked around so much she'd made herself pass out and they weren't anywhere near done.
He rolled her back on her stomach, spread her legs wide apart then said, "Nap time's over love."
He lined himself up then gave her pussy a good swift kick. She jerked awake gasping and crying out with pain. She quickly sat up and grabbed her throbbing crotch. He whistled for the next one to cover over. She was slightly disoriented as he entered her. He could see her looking around confused but then she was on again bucking her hips. He shook his head and smiled. She was truly a whore. His whore, to do with as he pleased. He could feel himself pressing against his pants. He knew he was going to enjoy this footage for years to come.
Gwyne felt overhead maybe even dehydrated. She had no idea what was going on for a second and then she remembered. She looked at Dawson and the others as some new guy pounded into her. She took him even though she knew she should do something. Everything felt so fucked up. She must have passed out or something cause she felt disoriented. Her hole felt like it was on fire, she'd cum so much and he'd fucking kicked her but she was still going. It was like she was moving on instinct.
She cried out as she came again. The guy emptied into her a minute later then pulled out. She sat up and looked down at herself. Her breast were heaving red and swollen. They were covered in cum along with her corset. Fuck everything was covered at this point. Her pussy was a right mess she could see a trail of cum and juices. What did they call it a snail trail. She thought she saw a bubble or two. Fuck she had so much cum in her it was bubbling.
She looked at Dawson hoping he'd stop or at least let her have a break. She'd lost track of how many cocks she'd had. She motioned for water at least, her throat was so dry. He seemed to understand and sprayed her face with the hose. It was pathetic but she was grateful. He also sprayed her crotch which felt nice. She gestured to him then signed time out but he shook his head. He groaned and he laughed.
"Nah love, we still got film" he said, "And I want to I choke out that greedy hole of yours."
She groaned and moved onto her hands and knees. She wanted to get on her feet. She wasn't sure if she could stand but wanted to get up. However before she could the titan returned. She saw his dick swinging. He was ready to go again and her pussy ached recalling how he'd made her feel. She looked back at Dawson and frantically shook her head but he just smiled. She moaned thinking she couldn't take him anymore.
He dropped down behind her and she tried to crawl away but he grabbed her hips, dragging her back to him, scratching her knees up on the cement. He plowed back into her and she let out a big "Oooaf" sound as he filled her up and connected with her cervix. She felt like she had the wind knocked out of her. She tried to brace herself as he he pulled back and smacked back into her.
It hurt painfully so at first and she thought she might be done but after another hit or two her body sprung to life once more. Her tits dangled about as she started to feel pleasure again. It was quickly followed by a thunder of pain as he bashed into her. She went from being euphoric to sick to euphoric. The pleasure finally out weighted the pain and she let out such delightful cries. She was such a fucking whore.
She'd already fucked half a dozen guys, took on a bull, passed out from this titan cock, got kicked in the pussy and here she was crying out for more. She began to doubt anyone could choke out her greedy hole. She was a fucking addict. She didn't know how she was ever going to recover from this. She just kept wanting more and more. She felt swallowed up by the pleasure. It was so bitter sweet. She couldn't control herself. Her jaw tightened around the metal cylinder, her eyes rolled back in her head as her body just took this wrecking ball of cock. Oh, she liked to get wrecked...liked to get seriously fucked up. She felt delirious with pleasure and pain.
Dawson loomed over her, watching her with such intensity. Something about this felt all too familiar. She knew he'd watched her do five guys before but he'd mostly just watched. This time it felt different like they had done this before... but she knew that didn't make sense. For a second she recalled a back alley being forced to walk with a cock in her. The memory was fleeing. After a few minutes he couched down beside her and grabbed her chin. He squeezed it making sure he had her attention then smiled down at her. She came again painfully so and shuttered. She felt like she was being obliterated. At this rate there really was going to be nothing left of her.
Dawson's eyes lit up as he leaned into said something in her ear, "Don't worry! No one will save you now."
'Don't worry? No one will save you now?' What! What did that mean? She wondered if she had misheard him? She wanted to ask. She felt it was somehow important but she couldn't speak. She was so overwhelmed torn between pleasure and pain. One moment she was quaking from utter euphoria the next she was rattling with pain. Dawson let go of her and stood back up. Not long after the titan came again. He stepped away and the next man came and then the next. After that fucking Titan cock they didn't even make a dent. Five in a row. She could barely feel them.
The third guy that came up on her complained. "She's getting a little loose,"
"I can fix that," said Dawson handing someone his camera "Stand her up,"
She got scared, really scared she pissed herself knowing how Dawson could get. The guy still forced her to her feet, She didn't think she could stand but he made her. He was still inside her as Dawson pulled back his fist and punch her in the face. Her head violently jerked with pain and she cried out, her feet slid all over the floor and her chain madly rattled.
The guy still held her up. "Yeah, oh I felt that."
She tasted blood in her mouth but Dawson wasn't done.
"Hold the bitch up."
The guy did and Dawson looked at her with this sick smile. His eyes were dark. He punched her in the stomach she bowled over the man cried out, "Fuck! Now that's what I'm talking about!" Her body bore down on him reacting to the jolt of pain.
"AGAIN!" Dawson commanded the man held her up. She madly sobbed crying, pleading begging. Her sounds muffled. Her feet were sliding all over the floor as she tried to get away. She was sick and hurting. He just glared at her, "You'll take what I GIVE YOU!" He punched her again and again, her shoulder, chest and finally the side of her face. She thought...she thought a tooth came out as something fell to the ground. The guy let her fall down and rammed into her. "Yeah, fuck yeah.
Dawson smiled down at them holding his hand. "What can I say she likes a good punch!
She let out such a cries of pain but felt herself grip the mans' cock as her body reacted to Dawson's punches. He was truly a monster. She hated him in this moment but hated herself more. He was a monster and yet who was she….choosing to be with him. She could feel again, feel the cock inside her. Her body tensed. The man let out a mighty roar and filled her. She madly whimpered there was this rush, her belly ached with pain and her pussy burned.
Her entire body shook with adrenaline. When the next man came up there was this wheezing sound from her pussy. She was so full of cum that it was bursting out the sides of her hole as another cock filled her. She felt so jacked up. She just kept crying from being beaten, but no one stopped. They just kept going. Her mind felt broken. Why didn't they stop this! Why didn't she! She felt so messed up. Yet this all felt familiar...this pattern, this cycle of abuse and sex. She came again and felt so sick...full of self loathing. How could her body do this. How could she get off on this. She was so fucking twisted up inside and out.
Dawson just lorded over her...his eyes glaring down at her. She was reminded of that nightmare she had of him sitting on a thrown and a chain that had slowly pulled her in. Wait had that been him. She didn't know anymore. She'd lost track of time, of thought, most of all the men and how many times she came. At some point a guy moved her to a sink and did her in it. When he was done another guy came up and pounded her over the urinal. They started using her other hole, putting it to use. She hated anal but didn't protest. She just took cock after cock happy to give her fuck hole a break. After the a few more guys came Dawson snapped his finger.
"Let's start doubling up, maybe even tripping so we can get through more at once. Use all her holes and her hands"
The men came at her two, three, five at a time. She was full up for a while. She he wanted to stop knowing it had to be hours but Dawson wouldn't let her. One of the guy suggested she might be done when she started shutting down. Dawson just had him thrown out. She wasn't done until he said she was.
At one point she got sandwiched between two men and you almost couldn't see her as she got pounded out. She nearly suffocated feeling beyond exhausted. They start treated her like a rag doll passing her around the room in all sorts of positions, from group to group. She was reminded of the hotel room only I twas much worse. There were just so many cocks, too many. She was so fucking broken she didn't cum every time but the fact that she could still come at all was beyond her. She felt lost in a sea of bodies, swallowed up. She was remembered of that time in the bathroom, when she got piled on. She wondered now if that was what he meant by no one will save you. It couldn't be...he couldn't be recreating such a horrific memory for her and yet...she began to have doubts madly babbling to herself.
She felt swallowed up and everything became too much for her. She zoned out, dissociating, when, if she moved at all it was on autopilot, hands, pussy, mouth, ass, slap, punch, kick. Everywhere she looked there was cock, hand or a foot to be taken. All of it started to blur and blend together. There were no breaks, no rest. Dawson yelled from somewhere, "MORE! HARDER! NEXT! DON'T STOP"
At first he seemed happy and excited but the longer things when on the more angry and demanding he got. Things felt...tense different, she knew he was a sadist but it felt like he was seriously trying to hurt her...like he wanted to kill her.
She began to feel so lost and empty, her body was pushed well beyond her limits and she shook from exhaustion as her mind fell away even further. She couldn't think, couldn't feel, there were less bodies in the room but she was done for. Never in her life had she had this much sex at once. She passed out so much she didn't know where or even who she was. After one guy let loose on her, she fell forward and didn't get back up again. Her face fell flat on the cement and she just want thing to end. Thankfully everything went black.
She drifted for a moment as she felt her soul leave her body. This wasn't the first time. She recalled it happening before in a field. She looked down at herself and around as she drifted about the bathroom. Her form was different, she was different and yet the same. It was hard to explain. It was like she had one eye open and the other closed. Yes that was the best analogy for it. She knew things, understood more in this state then when she was conscious. She knew she was suffering and struggling a lot with her inner demons. She wished she could wake up and still recall or find some way to reach out and explain it to herself.
She looked around the room again seeing different auras. She paused when she saw Dawson. Something wasn't right with him. He was different from all the others, his aura was cloaked in shadow. It blurred his entire being. He wasn't alone three other shadowy figures stood around him...influencing him and yet he struggled to maintain control. Suddenly one of the shadows turned spotting her. It's red eyes glows as it tilted its head. It quickly conversed with the other shadows. The larger one forced a hand inside Dawson and he suddenly rushed to her Gwyne's body. He pushing everyone else aside, rolling her on her back. He yanked a syringe out of his pocket and stabbed it into her chest.
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Gwyne gasped for air as Dawson loomed over her. His ice blue eyes twitched with pure concern. He looked frightened as he frantically moved his hands over her. When he saw her moving and breathing again he stood up and stepped on her right breast, smashing it down with his shoe. She cried out as he roared at her. "WAKE UP YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING CUNT!
He shook with fury, trying to mask his fear. He slapped her across the face and her head went to the side. She didn't bother fighting back. She was so out of it. So exhausted. "DID I SAY YOU WERE DONE YET!" He raged. He grabbed her up by the neck and shook her but her body was just limp. She was done. He let her drop down but wasn't done he kicked her, "GET UP! GET UP! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING DO THAT AGAIN!"
The room was all but empty, save for a few guys. One of them came over and tried to intervene. "Hey man I think she's done."
"She's done when I say she's done," Dawson got upset and went to attack her again but the man got in front of him.
"Come on man, leave her alone!"
Dawson turned to the man and started fighting him. Though it wasn't much of a fight. The guy had just stepped up to separate them. He hadn't expected Dawson to come thrashing down on him. She could barely keep her eyes open but saw Dawson take the man down in seconds. He didn't stop once the guy was on the ground. He kept wailing on him with his fists. They soon became bloody from the man's face. Two other guys rushed up to pull Dawson off the man. He took them out too, even thought they were big guys. She saw Dawson fight them both with an almost ease...like he knew what he was doing. Dawson snapped one man's arm and the guy cried out. Dawson covered his mouth, muffling his cries but it was too late.
She saw a sudden flash of metal as another man, having heard the cries, came rushing in from outside. He tried to pull a knife on Dawson. Yet Dawson, grabbed the man's arm as he lashed out at him. Dawson broke the arm, then took the knife and rammed it through the man's throat, killing him. Then Dawson snapped the neck of the man who had cried out. He let his body drop to the floor then cut the other men's throats until it was just her and Dawson's alone in the room. The bathroom lights flickered as Dawson stood there holding the knife his hands covered in blood. She watched as he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirrors and hissed, "Shit! Shit! Shit! What did you do!"
His eyes almost seemed dark and for a moment she saw his shadows growing larger as he madly laughed to himself. Wait Shadows? Why did did he have more then one? She vaguely recalled the dream she'd just had. Was that a dream? Was this? Gwyne was so confused. Even though he was the only one standing in the room, she swore she saw three other shadowy figures on the wall, looming over Dawson. He turned and began to break all the mirrors in the room. She laid there still unsure if she was dreaming or not. Everything felt so unreal she had to be... this was just a nightmare...a really fuck up nightmare.
She wanted to wake up. She rolled on her side and saw the hose was still running. There was so much blood going down the drain. She vomited then felt something sharp jab into her hip. She turned back to see Dawson looming over her. She gasped as he pressed his face right up to hers. He was less then an inch from her and his eyes were crazed. A second later everything went dark as she passed out again.
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