“Disintegration is quite painless, I assure you.” - H. P Lovecraft
Zorie
Reuben’s hands dragged my head around. “Hello, Zorie.” Then he kissed me, crushing my lips. “Where did you think you were going?”
I found I could speak. Courage came from somewhere; besides, I knew nothing I said would stop him. “Away from you.”
His laughter was quiet. How classically chiseled and handsome he was, with his blondeness and striking face. Even his blond eyebrows were perfect, while Mister Black was a little ragged around the edges. I could see Reuben in a commercial for cologne or surf clothing.
Before fear overwhelmed me, or he could think to stop me, I spat on him.
He only flinched a little and didn’t slap or hurt me. I think that scared me more than straight assault would’ve.
“Christ. Bitch.” He picked up the side of my dress and wiped his face. “Let’s get this done.”
“Open space in the middle?” I couldn’t turn my head enough to see the speaker, but it was Madoc. “Under that camera?”
“Yes.”
I could guess what they intended. How could I get out of this? Why here? I didn’t want to know the answer.
Smiling, as if this were a picnic outing, Reuben stepped back and held out his hand. “Come with me.”
I took his hand, because he made me. I walked across the concrete despite the gibbering cries in my mind and the cyclone of panic rising. Nothing prevented my limbs from moving. If I’d collapsed, they would’ve carried me. I wanted that. Needed it. But couldn’t even have that modicum of salve for my honor.
None of them gave away that I was their victim. Dirke and Madoc walked ahead and stopped beside one of the concrete pillar supports. The longer they delayed, the more likely someone would see the camera footage or arrive for their car. Maybe save me.
Please, please, someone come down here.
Our shoes tapped out my doom.
Take off your dress. The command arrived in my mind. His obedient robot, I pulled it over my head and stood there shivering. Shivers wouldn’t show on camera, and if they did, who would know that it was because I was scared?
“What a slut you are, Zorie.”
More commands. I laughed at his words. He kissed me again, the frissons of lust now spinning through my body and brushing off like floating feathers, enlivening my body with heat until I moaned.
More commands. I turned and bent over, put one palm on the column while I wriggled my panties partway down, enough to show off my slit.
“Damn. You pick the best little sluts, man.” Dirke chuckled then leaned in to grab my breast and bite me then kiss me, leaving a trail of slobber on my face.
“We’re going to fuck every hole you have, my girl and you love it, don’t you?” Reuben slid fingers into my entrance then his thumb gathered my moisture and probed my asshole. “Here, there, everywhere.”
Say yes. Say it loud.
“Yes. Yes, I do! Unh!” I gasped as it seemed he thrust every digit on his hand miles deep into me somewhere down there.
From the pressure in and on my flesh, my pussy had the most of him. I tried to hold back my reaction, but couldn’t help the rise of pleasure, the spiral upward as my nerves awoke, or prevent my back from bowing as places on me swelled and leaked, throbbed and clenched, in a messy and disgusting preparation so these men could fuck me more efficiently – betrayed by my body, even if he commanded it.
“That’s it.” Dirke remarked, sardonically. “Look at her shoving her sloppy cunt at you. She wants it bad.”
“More.” I sobbed when Reuben screwed his hand in deeper...pain, pleasure...but I thrust back, then I shut my eyes and was thankful he let me have that escape.
I panted, I keened, I regularly cried out to them to fuck me with their cocks instead. At the same moments as I shriveled inside at my blasphemy.
“More. Please, please, please.”
My legs and arms shook as I stayed where he wanted me, bent over at the column.
Someone yanked down my bra cups then mouthed, sucked, lapped on my nipples, going quickly from one to the other, grabbing each tit as handfuls, making them wet and my nipples jut out in little erect buttons. Sensations rippled to my crotch and hot-wired to my clit. Someone bit my side, my ass, my neck, while they half-choked me. Finally, at last, at frigging last, a cock was shoved into my pussy, thick and pulsing, pushing aside my creaming yet reluctant yet craving flesh. They violated me in spite of the volume and frequency of my cries of more and fuck me harder. I came hard, panting, trembling, my thighs already slippery with my juices.
“More?” Someone asked.
“Yes!”
Fingers, hands, tongues and cocks massaged my clit. Someone kneeled down there and they began to lick. They pulled me around, so my head was lower and put cock in there. My mind was pulled apart, into pieces I couldn’t focus, and I felt everything at once and separately.
Crammed full, finding it hard to breathe, I registered the relentless licking below, the claiming of my mouth, the tight squeeze in my pussy. “Fuck.” I choked. I swore loudly. I did everything he wanted. I groaned as every hole was occupied by cocks and digits or maybe something bigger. A dildo?
“Went shopping,” Reuben snarled in my ear. “You got a fucking cucumber in your ass.” Then he laughed. My mind blotted out as whatever it was, dildo, cucumber, or cock, was inserted further. Full. Stretched. Slurping sounds came from where whoever was between my legs was applying his mouth and I bucked into an incredible orgasm.
I screamed more than a little.
Whatever Reuben had wrong with him, expertise at giving me orgasms wasn’t missing. He played my mind, pumped me full of wants and pleasures, made my body respond in whatever way he chose. And I could do nothing in spite of knowing they’d set me into position where a security camera was looking down on us.
“Wet, juicy, and fucked into the ground, girl,” Reuben whispered into my ear while Dirke took my ass. I was on hands and knees, head down, hair swaying around me with each thrust, as well as stuck to the sweat on my back and face. “That’s how we’re doing this.”
I could only groan in reply for he’d sneaked his hands under me and turned me into his coming machine, again. I shook wildly and somehow humped both his fingers and Dirke’s cock at the same time. I collapsed to the concrete after that. It was cold and hard under my breasts and stomach. The position didn’t stop them.
When they’d all had me, several times, in every possible hole, they sat me in my car with my dress put on me. Numb, I stared down at how the cloth clung to my chest.
“Go home and wait.” Then Reuben added, holding my face so I had to see him. “That should fix you. They’ll come for you with their pitchforks now, won’t they? This time, kill yourself without fail. Oh and in case you think you’re smart. I know another one like me has been fucking you. I could feel it. Feel his cum in you, you dirty bitch. Do not go back to him. He can’t help you.” His eyes seemed to grow ever bigger and darker as he stared full throttle into mine, driving his words in hard and forceful. “If you’re lucky and obey me properly this time, I won’t chase after that rich, little student of yours who went off overseas. She’s a cute one. Bet you didn’t know she was susceptible. I could’ve grabbed her and fucking didn’t. Go kill yourself, sweetie.” He slammed the driver’s side door.
Glazed-eyed, I watched them walk away. How long had that taken?
I could only pray the cameras were off or not working. If they weren’t...
They meaning the university board? I was too exhausted to follow up his logic.
Had he been talking about Cherie? A spike of horror ran through me, when I thought I was too tired to feel anything.
Whatever Mister Black had done had been obliterated. So had I.