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?"

few men. 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 you secretly love cock." As the stranger spoke, he gripped her throat with his left hand while he held up his weight with his right. It wasn't hard enough to choke her, but it

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

almost equally unwelcome as well. She didn't want to be a lesbian. She didn't want to be a rape toy. She just wanted to be a good girl with a wedding ring and a godly

take my cum! Take it all!" Up until now she'd worried that most of the guys weren't bothering with

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 her rapists. By the end of the night, when Brian came and untied her, she was alternating between crying and cumming as man after man had their awful

die. She thought about getting dressed, but first she needed to find some way to

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 and bite marks in a number of places, and her sex was raw and red, but none of that was as bad as the evidence that more than twenty men had

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