Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

A Sinful Act>: 14

Her third rapist had a small dick, and thankfully used a condom. He even moaned "Thank you for this," in her ear as he came, making her shudder in revulsion at the idea. The fourth guy was heavyset, which a thick cock that reminded her of just how much her poor abused vagina was starting to ache when he fucked her. She might have enjoyed the feeling of his dick stretching her out, but his gut dragged against her belly with every thrust in a way she found both disgusting and distracting, and when he finally finished, he laid on her with most of the weight in his upper body for half a minute so that she could barely breathe. After that, she started to become despondent, almost losing count as the fifth, sixth, and seventh guys used her. The seventh one was the second guy to cum inside her without protection though, and that outraged her enough to make her struggle again. Getting used like this even though she was practically a virgin until now was bad enough, but to have to risk STD's and a pregnancy she knew she'd never have the heart to abort? That was the worst thing she could possibly imagine.

Her ninth rapist changed all that though. Most of the other guys had made a comment or two, but from the moment he closed the door behind him, he was definitely the most talkative of her abusers. "Wow, when they said there was a slut up here they weren't lying," he said, caressing one of her legs as he walked around the bed, examining her like she was a piece of meat. "Cute too. Looks to me like you could have any guy you wanted. You must have some fucked up kink to get off to this instead of having a real boyfriend, don't you?"

"What is it I wonder? Do you like the shame of it? Do you need the pain?" As he asked his last question he reached down, twisting both of her nipples hard enough to make her gasp in shock. Ivy didn't recognize the voice, but whoever he was, he wasn't just using her as a hole. He was molesting her in ways none of the men had before. He was making her participate in her own defilement after she'd already managed to make it fade into the background, and worse - he was making her respond. He chose that moment to mount her.

"Maybe it's the risk of being knocked up by a stranger. Is that it? Is that why there's all this cum leaking out of your hole, slut?" His question made her cringe as the image of her tight little slit stretched out and oozing the cum from so many different rapists. Of course she didn't want that, but something about the way he said it made her stomach fill with butterflies as he started to slide inside. "Do you want some stranger to knock you up while he tells you what a worthless little whore you are?"

Even though it was the last thing she wanted, she was starting to enjoy it. The terrible ideas he was putting in her head were making her pulse race and her pussy moisten, and both of those things were making her hate herself worse, which only amplified the effect further. "That's it isn't it, cunt? You want me to knock up your little dyke pussy so everyone will know how much

stood by the promise she'd made to god - that she would be good and stop letting Anna lead her astray she wouldn't be in the place right now. She wouldn't be getting raped over and over in a dark room by strangers, and she wouldn't be getting ready to cum on her rapists cock to her bottomless sense of self loathing. "When I cum inside you, I'm definitely going to breed your tight teen pussy. You know that don't you? I'm going to ruin your whole life just because you wanted a cheap thrill by being a cheaper whore." That was all it took. After that Ivy was lost to the world. He might have kept talking. He might have kept saying terrible things. She didn't know.

with a wedding ring and a godly husband to take care of her. But she'd never deserve any of that again after tonight. She was defiled. She

weren't bothering with protection, but this time she knew for certain his raw cock was blowing its dangerous load inside her. This time she knew he was

shake that sensation the rest of the night either. The pace slowed down a little, but over the next couple hours another dozen men used her, and even though none of them were as vocal or as cruel, she couldn't shake the terrible words from earlier in the evening, and came several more times on the dicks of

said, acting like nothing unusual happened. Then he held up the video recorder that had recorded all of tonight's event's, "Don't worry, We'll be in touch soon." He tossed her clothes on her bed and left her there feeling like she wanted to die. She thought about getting dressed, but first she needed to find some way to clean herself up a little. Leaving the room naked to find a bathroom was out of the question, so she used the pillow case to wipe herself off as best she could. Then she turned on a light and used the wall

and on her thigh was a number of lines and has marks - the bastards were keeping track of just how many times she'd been raped. It was enough to make her sob all over again. Her chest and thighs had bruises

the raw against the ropes. Even if she scrubbed off all the markings, she'd be covered in bruises for weeks. As she walked home with the false dawn slowly brightening in the background she wondered how she would hide this from her friends and parents, or if she even wanted to. Both decisions seemed like a terrible idea. Either she let everyone know that she was a ruined slut, or she covered up for the horrible people that had done this horrible thing. She mighthave just kept walking until she reached downtown and found a tall enough building to jump off of, but suicide was a mortal sin even worse than all of the unclean