Chapter 6: Kidnapped, I Go to the Dogs

Although greatly aroused by his efforts, I did not cum but any disappointment disappeared when his place was taken by boy number 2. About the same age as Boy 1, Boy 2 was blessed with a more advanced level of male tackle and it took my breath when he slid it with disturbing confidence into my already slick receptacle. He was no taller than Boy 1 and, again with disturbing proficiency, sucked and nibbled on my nipples as he pumped my pussy. His hands went around my buttocks, and I whimpered as a finger wormed its way into my rectum with an excited voice to my side giving a blow-by-blow account.

My eyes closed as my body was gripped by a shuddering climax and I grabbed the boy’s buttocks pulling him deep into me as my insides were power hosed by his own forceful ejaculation and a high-pitched yell from him. Still dazzled by the lights above me and my eyesight blurred by tears, I had only a poor image of the next boy but I recognised his overweight outline just before He lowered himself onto my belly and took my breath away when he slowly inserted an extremely large appendage into me, accompanied by crude shouted comments around me suggesting something of donkey proportions. I gasped as he bottomed out, his large belly compressing mine and interfering with my breath. There was the sensation that he had penetrated my cervix and I found myself breathing in a series of gasps as he began a series of slow withdrawals and rapid plunges, grunting as he did so. His grunts were picked up and mimicked by several of those watching on. This only lasted a few minutes before the dam burst and a flood of epic proportions, his semen leaking from my vagina despite the size of his plunging flesh.

He lay on me panting, his semi hard penis still buried in me and catcalls from the surrounding guys. I tried to roll him off me but he was too heavy. To my horror, something stirred in my pussy, his flesh was re-hardening inside me and he chuckled and gave a few experimental movements with his hips. A huge cheer went up from the men as the boy swung back into action. He chuckled again, pulled out of me an rolled me over. The laughter and ribald comments with hoots of encouragement grew as he drove his monster into through my sphincter and deep into my bowels.

I squealed but in my drugged state, I pushed back sending him deeper than anyone had been before. I was slick with perspiration but the mixture of pain and pleasure from the boy’s attentions damped down awareness of all but that length of pounding flesh, my eyes were blinded by sweat, a ringing in my head turned the shouts, whistles and stamping of the men into an incomprehensible, distant rumble. I squealed again as a core rocking climax gripped my body, I felt suspended for a second as my body trembled and my abdomen contracted about the intruding flesh and my bones turned to jelly as I collapsed under him. Despite ferocity of his recent emissions, he squealed as another deluge of semen painted my internal organs.

He climbed off after whispering “Thank you, Miss. That was epic!” Words which I only just caught and gave me a small sense of satisfaction before I became more aware of my situation and cleared the smugness from my brain and face.

My moment of lucidity was interrupted by another bottle of water and after my exertions, I again chugged it down as though it were chilled spring water, rather than an unholy alliance between the water board and some chemist.

I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes from the light above as my body relaxed and the drug crept insidiously through my body and my brain. I had no thought of the spectacle I presented, sprawled naked in front of an unknown number of strange men, legs apart, my pussy exposed to all.

I didn’t even think “What next?”

Friday Night – What Next (continued)