“B-boys ... Please don’t...”

Maya pushed off Tom’s insistent hands from her belt and kicked Pete, who tried to pull off her sock. By her side, Nina pushed to the sides Sam and Nick who were leaning at her, reaching her ears with their lips.

At first, the whole-weekend party at Donald’s place looked like a great, really exciting idea! “My parents are away until Monday morning; we’ll have the whole apartment all for ourselves!” he said, inviting them. “I have music and game consoles; let’s bring beer, pizza, and joints, haha!” Who would reject such an opportunity?

They were a loose company of fourteen-year-old classmates, often hanging out together in random couples and trios, going out to rock concerts and everything. There were occasional flirtations, teases and kisses, of course, but nothing serious. The first clumsy and awkward sex attempts, too – more promises of future glory than real pleasure, as it always goes with the first outbursts of the blooming teenage sexuality. So the prospect of the weekend party brought the anxious excited expectations to all of them, but nobody dared to name them.

The girls felt the first pangs of genuine fright when the company gathered on Saturday late morning at Donald’s, as it turned out that not all of the girls managed to come up with plausible excuses to their parents to get away for the weekend; so they ended with only Maya and Nina in the company of eight excited boys. But they did their best to keep cool and bold, and the first hours were real fun as they imagined it. They had some drinks, Donald cranked up the volume of the new Hi-Fi set, and they spent some great hours dancing and fooling around. The boys shouted and laughed, taking turns at the gamepads.

But with more beers and some joints, as everyone got dizzy, light, and relaxed, the last vestiges of inhibition gave way.

“Come on, baby,” Tom whispered again, his fingers already fumbling with the button of Maya’s tight jeans. “Don’t be shy. You know you want it.”

Her face burned. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, blurring the faces hovering over her. Tom’s breath was hot and sticky in her ear, smelling of cheap beer and something else, something primal. Another pair of hands – Leo’s – slid under her shirt, calloused skin scraping against the smooth softness of her stomach, crawling up to her bra. She twisted away, a small cry catching in her throat.

“It’s too fast,” she stammered, the words barely audible over the thrum of the bass from the speakers. “I— I don’t want to. I need— more time, please...”

But her protests were lost in the storm of male bodies, a tide of hands and impatient groans. Across the room, she caught a glimpse of Nina, her face pale, eyes wide with the same terror that clawed at Maya’s own chest. Two boys had her pinned to the armchair, and Rick was already pulling her jeans off, revealing her pale, slender legs.

“Boooys! Nooo!” Nina squeaked, trying to break free. “Not— Not like that— please! Slow down! Maybe, maybe— later at night...” She frantically tried to buy more time.

“Don’t be a nun, Nina!” Sam cupped her firm breast through her T-shirt. “We’ve already had sex, after all, and you liked it!”

“Y-yes, b-but ... Not all at once! OUCH! You’re hurting me!”

Her desperate pleas were met with chuckles and rougher touches. Hands held her down, a knee nudged her thighs apart despite her best efforts to keep them clenched. She felt the rough denim of someone’s jeans scraping against her inner thigh, the insistent press of an erection straining against the fabric of her panties. Her breath hitched, a choked sob. She lowered her guard for a moment, and they pulled off her T-shirt too, leaving her in her undies and bra – not for long, as everyone understood.

Maya squirmed in her armchair, wrapping her arms around herself. “Boys! Stop it! Not funny!” She had already lost her socks and jeans, and both her feet were already in a tight grip, her toes sucked, and her inner thighs probed by eager hands. She was still holding to her light yellow shirt, though, and her small breasts were still shielded by her bra.

“Don’t struggle,” Donald whispered directly into her ear, hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “Just let it happen. Trust me. We’ll make you feel good.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, a tear tracing a path through the film of sweat on her temple. “I don’t want to,” she whispered back, a fragile plea against the reality surrounding her.

In the dim, pulsating light of the living room, bodies moved like shifting shadows. Music pounded, the heavy beat a relentless heartbeat matching the frantic thudding in Maya’s chest. She heard a gasp from Nina, followed by a surprised yelp, then a series of short, sharp pants. She risked opening her eyes. Rick was kneeling between Nina’s legs, his pants already down to his knees. He held her hips, pressing his face between them.

“Girls make sense, haha!” Tom’s voice cut through the noise. “Let’s warm them up properly! Let them drip and beg for the fuck!”

“Haha!” “Yeah!”

Donald had changed the music to the sensual music-for-lovemaking track, and the boys carried the squirming and kicking girls to the unfolded sofa, and lay them down side by side.

Maya turned her head and saw the reflection of her fear in Nina’s wide eyes.

“They— they will have it...” Nina whispered. “They won’t...”

“I don’t know,” Maya answered, her own breath shaky. “We should...”

But then a hot wetness covered her left breast, and Pete’s tongue swirled around her nipple, already erect from the sudden exposure to the cool air. She inhaled sharply, a mixture of shock and a jolt of foreign pleasure that shot through her chest. It felt— invasive, but there was a strange, unwanted warmth there, too.

“That’s a girl,” Pete murmured, the vibration of his words buzzing against her skin. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Maya bit her lip, refusing to answer, her body a field of conflicting signals. Her mind screamed no, but a traitorous tingling began to spread from her breast, down her stomach, coiling deep inside her. Hands continued their exploration, rough and eager, touching her everywhere at once – stroking her arms, tracing the curve of her waist, squeezing her thighs, spreading her toes ... She felt someone’s firm lips on her pussy, the probing tongue on her folds...

Across from her, Nina’s gasps became more frequent. Sam was kissing her neck, one hand working between her legs, and Nina’s squirms were slowly changing in character from defiant struggles to arching movements.

“Boys ... no...” Nina whimpered, the protest sounding weaker now. “Aaahhh ... no...”

Both girls were fully naked by now, and held spread-eagled, with eight hands and four mouths on each of them.

“N-no ... Umph...” Maya’s protests were silenced by Tom’s deep kiss. She shuddered, feeling other mouths on her breasts, and one on her clit. “Mmmm ... Ooohhh!” She felt the first wave of warmth rising from her groin. “Aaaah!”

Leo, who held her right thigh, was sucking her cunt lips into his mouth while swirling around her clit with a flicking tongue tip. She tried to squeeze her legs shut, to push him away, but Donald and Nick held them firmly apart.

“So sweet, so ready,” Leo’s muffled voice came from between her thighs.

Suddenly, a sharp spasm wracked her body as a jolt of pleasure, too intense to ignore, shot through her. She let out an involuntary cry against Tom’s lips, her hips bucking upwards as if seeking more of that sensation even as her conscious mind reeled. The mix of shame, fear, and this undeniable spark of physical bliss was a dizzying cocktail. She was losing.

Then, a sudden emptiness as the boys pulled away, leaving their skin slick with saliva and their bodies exposed to the cool air of the room. The music thumped on, but a new tension held everyone captive.

“Okay, boys. She’s dripping. Let’s have some real fun.”

It was Donald’s voice, low and confident. He loomed over Maya, his own clothes now discarded, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself between her legs, the head nudging against her entrance. Maya sighed sharply, shaking, and closed her eyes tight as he penetrated her, stretching her tender, tight vagina. He came in easily, oh so easily; she really was wet and ready...

By her side, Nina squealed and gasped, and suddenly began breathing in a fast, shallow rhythm as Sam stormed her entrance as well. Her fists clenched and unclenched against the sofa cushions. She cried silently, small tears streaming down her temples. Her protests had ceased, replaced by the small, hurt sounds of her defilement.

Then Tom shifted, straddling Maya’s chest, his cock brushing against her lips. She turned her head away. Donald’s thrusts were impossible to ignore. And – she could not deny it – the stretching thrusts, rubbing her insides, felt pleasant!

“Come on, baby girl,” Tom urged, a new hardness in his tone. He threaded his fingers into her hair, not gently, pulling her head back towards him. “Open wide. All girls do it. You’ll like it!”

Terror surged anew, hotter and sharper than before. Not this. She’d only ever heard stories, crude jokes in the school hallway. Her lips clamped shut, a final, desperate resistance.

A sharp tug on her scalp made her cry out, and in that instant of open-mouthed pain, he pushed in. The invasion was immediate and overwhelming. His cock was thick, hot, and alive in her mouth, the spongy head hitting the back of her throat, triggering a violent gag reflex. She choked, her eyes flying wide, hands flying up to push uselessly at Tom’s thighs.

“Swallow,” he commanded, his glans pushing into her throat. With the tears running from her eyes, she obeyed and relaxed her throat, as if trying to swallow that impossibly thick thing. “Yeah, that’s a girl...”

The world shrank to the frantic pounding in her chest and the conflicting sensations assaulting her body. From below, Donald’s rhythm was building, a relentless friction inside her that sent shockwaves of heat through her pelvis. Each push of his hips forced her further onto Tom’s length. The gagging subsided into a dull, full ache at the back of her throat, and with it, a dawning, horrifying realization: there was a sliver of pleasure hidden deep in the discomfort. A full, stuffed feeling that was wrong, yet her treacherous body was recording it as a new, potent input.

She risked a glance at Nina. Sam was fully inside her, her legs wrapped around his waist in an unconscious gesture, her head thrown back in a silent moan as another boy – Pete – was mauling her breasts, twisting her nipples hard. The pain was etched on Nina’s face, but so was something else. A hazy, dazed look. Her body was moving, rocking slightly against Sam’s thrusts, a hesitant, uncoordinated rhythm of surrender.

Suddenly, Sam grunted and stilled, buried deep inside her. A shudder wracked his body. His hips jerked as he released his load deep into Nina’s vagina. She gave out a long growl of pleasure – not an orgasm yet, but the approach of it. Pete seized the moment, and his long, hard cock slid into Nina’s open mouth until his balls slapped on her nose. Nina’s eyes shot wide as she gagged violently, her back arching off the sofa in a panicked reflex. Muffled, desperate choking sounds came from her throat.

“You’re okay, baby,” Pete said, his hands tangled in her hair, not letting her pull away. “Just ... breathe through your nose.” He began fucking her head. She thrashed under him for a moment, her body starved for air, the panic warring with the building tension deep in her core, a chaotic symphony of terror and impending pleasure.

Just as spots danced before her eyes, Pete pulled out just enough to let her gasp for air. A string of saliva mixed with a bit of Pete’s precum trailed from her lips. Sam withdrew with a wet sound, but before Nina could even register the emptiness, Nick was there, pushing into her now-slick passage without ceremony.

Meanwhile, Donald’s thrusts in Maya became faster, deeper. The friction was intense, a fire building deep within her. She felt her inner muscles clenching involuntarily, her toes curling. Her mind was a battleground, but her body was starting to hoist the white flag of surrender. The feel of Donald inside her, Tom in her throat – it was all too much ... too wonderful! With a muffled moan, she convulsed in an orgasm, her vagina squeezed Donald’s cock tight, milking it – and she felt his warmth shooting into her as he came too. Her entire being spasmed.

Tom’s hips bucked, and her throat was flooded with another hot, thick load. She choked with her reflex gagging, coughing, and spitting semen that poured out of her mouth.

“Yeah, she’s a fast learner,” Donald grunted. “Who’s next? This one is ready for more!”

He pulled out, leaving Maya feeling empty and surprisingly cold, despite the heat radiating from her skin and the presence of so many bodies around her. Her limbs felt like lead, heavy and boneless in the aftermath of her climax. The line between violation and euphoria was a smudged, wet thing, and she was stumbling across it.

“My turn for that sweet little ass,” Leo declared, grabbing a bottle of lube from the coffee table and squirting a generous amount on her backside. The cold gel made her yelp and tense up. He knelt between her legs, pulling her hips up to match his height.

“No,” she whispered, a new terror dawning, and coughed. That was a line she hadn’t even thought about. They had crossed so many already, but this one ... this one felt final. “No, no no no, please! I never...”

“There’s always the first time,” he grunted, and Maya moaned fast as she felt his blunt fingers stretching her anus, and the anus was losing the fight. “Relax...”

He positioned himself, and Maya screamed of the sharp tearing pain as he forced himself deep, the stretch sending a searing ache through her lower back. It was a whole new world of invasion, an agonizing burning. She buried her face in her arms, trying to stifle her sobs, but each of Leo’s punishing thrusts sent a new jolt of agony through her body. The sensation of being so completely filled, so utterly used, was overwhelming.

Then Rick stepped in front of her, holding her shoulders to the sofa, and guided himself into her gaping mouth. The double shock – Leo’s violent rhythm from behind and Rick’s cock filling her throat – sent her mind into a tailspin. The pain from her ass blunted, overshadowed by this new, complex mixture of sensations. She was a ragdoll, a thing to be used.

But in the chaos of abuse, something strange began to happen. A faint echo of the pleasure from before, a ghost of an orgasm, started to simmer beneath the surface of pain. Leo’s cock pressed against some secret, electrifying spot deep inside her, and with each inward stab, a current of heat sizzled up her spine, clashing with the raw, burning ache.