My Disgusting Body 2
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Chapter 9: The Sex Doll
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: The Sex Doll - The story is a continuation of My Disgusting Body. You are advised to read that one first. Be warned. The story contains rape, self-loathing and suicidal thoughts and actual suicides. It's cruel and evil. Only the most perverse will like it. Summary: A girl hates her voluptuous body for the effect it has on people. She loses something important and goes on a very dark path.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Fiction Incest Uncle Niece Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Pregnancy Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Caution Indian Erotica Violence
I wake up in my uncle’s room with pain inbetween my legs and in my butt. I try to move but I realise I can’t move my hands or legs. I realise they are raping me. Two penises are going in and out of me below my waist, more penises are rubbing in my palm, my belly, my feet, under my knees. I feel hands groping my breasts and thighs, my butt, everywhere. My eyes focus on my hands. I see they are tied and so are my spread-apart legs. I can see the stitchings on my wrists and the saline tube attached to the back of my right hand.
I remember why I tried to kill myself and start crying again.
Then I find a face on top of me.
“She is awake!”, I hear him declare.
‘Now she can suck, can’t she?’, I hear someone ask.
“Please ... I want to die”, I beg him.
“Ssshhh ... You are our fucktoy”, I hear him say I feel hands grab my cheek and forcefully open my mouth. A penis is shoved into it.
Soon my disgusting body takes over and starts moving to the rhythm of penises going in and out me. My body is charged and is devouring the assault. I keep exploding in orgasms.
But my mind can’t forget what has happened. I killed my mother and my father. They loved me. I betrayed them. I don’t deserve to live.
But my body keeps enjoying it. I don’t want to enjoy anything. I don’t want to enjoy the tongue licking one my nipples, I don’t want to like my other breast getting groped, I don’t want to like the penises rubbing my insides and my skin, I don’t enjoy the hands and mouth and teeth all over my body, I don’t want to like the hair pulls, the slaps and the pinches, I don’t want to like them calling me names or their groans, I don’t want to be excited when I feel their penises jerk uncontrollably and squirt drops of the warm pungent goo. But my body loves everything, devours everything. It keeps enjoying even though I deserve to die.
They have hidden all the sharp items and put a lock on the balcony doors. They don’t let me be alone at all. Even while using the restroom, someone is with me. I keep begging them to kill me. They just keep laughing and raping me.
But somehow I see the crowd thinning. People are starting to leave, and not enough new people are joining.
After I don’t know how many days, I hear uncle’s voice. I look towards him while they are devouring me.
I see him. My last family. New tears roll down my eyes. Somehow I had forgotten what had happened. I remembered I wanted to die but why was not in my mind. But seeing him, seeing the suitcase, I remembered where he is coming from. Overwhelming sorrow filled me. I try to free myself. I want to hug him, ask him, beg him. I want to cry with my family. They don’t let me. They don’t even let me speak as a penis keeps going in and out my throat. My uncle sees me, smiles and goes to another room while they continue to devour me.
After some hours and many orgasms, people start talking about food. Slowly the number of hands, mouths and penises on and in me begin to decrease. When the final guy explodes in my mouth and then pushes me off I know it’s time for lunch.
I try to get off the bed and look for uncle but someone grabs me and then drags me to shower. Like always, they use a hose to wash me and my holes. I am forcefully soaped, scrubbed and made to brush my teeth and then taken to table. Like always they ignore my begs, even though I am begging for different things today. I just want to talk to uncle.