[Fiction] Erin's Hell

[skjelner]

This story contains kidnapping, forced slavery, anal, rape, group sex, mutilation, brutality, underaged sex, torture, bondage, watersports, and scat— among other things. If you're not into any of the above you might not enjoy this story.

I will be updating fairly regularly, but I'm not sure how much space will be between updates. Hope you enjoy!

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Day I

Chapter One

Erin pulled a yellow baby tee over her simple orange halter bikini after making sure its front tie was tight, brushing the sand off her newly–tanned stomach. As she leaned over to rummage through her beach bag for her keys, Isabel meandered over, glowing beneath her rainbow–striped, ring–front bandeau bikini and toweling off her upper chest after a long day in the ocean, either attempting to jump waves or not bothering, permitting the often rough Atlantic to wash her ashore.

“’Bout ready to go?” Isabel asked her longtime best friend as she moved to dry her hair.

“Yeah,” Erin replied, retrieving her keys, as well a pair of faded gray mini shorts, at last, “seen Emily anywhere?” She slid the shorts up her still–wet legs and over her low–rise bikini bottom as Isabel mirrored her with a light, white beach skirt. The hot sun still beat down, even though the day was almost through.

“Dunno. She was in the water last time I saw her . . . yeah, there she is.” Isabel, too, finished dressing herself with a deep pink top and pointed at the dark silhouette of figure rising from the foamy white waves, heading toward them.

Erin bent over again to pick up her beige towel; as she rose, a speeding volleyball barely missed her head. “Hey, watch that ball!” she shouted at a group of guys and girls playing on either side of a nearby net, but they didn’t seem to hear, nor care they had lost their ball; they picked up another and continued playing. Rather than yell again, Erin simply shrugged and dried her legs, which she had just shaved that morning. She and Isabel then flung their wet towels over their shoulders and turned to admire the brilliant setting sun as they waited for the girl in the water to catch up.


Only twenty, Erin still enjoyed taking these daytrips to the beach with Isabel as much as she did in junior high school. Admittedly, both girls had changed a great deal since then, but they nonetheless had remained close. Generally inseparable since children, they often took mini–vacations together to various places and states surrounding them, but mostly just the nearby beach. In fact, the two met Emily only about a year ago during one of such excursions to their local strip of South Carolinian coastline. Erin instantly befriended the dirty blonde girl due to her outgoing, wild nature, which perfectly matched her own. Also like Erin, she was a South Carolina native, hailing from a town less than an hour away from Erin’s.

Isabel, on the other hand, always favoured a quiet, reserved nature in public, probably because of her polite upbringing in an upper–class home. Even though she always received everything she wanted from her parents and knew she was spoiled, Isabel never exhibited any pretentious or snotty qualities; instead, she was grateful for her comfortable life. Such a carriage likely pushed her to pursue such a strong friendship with Erin, who was her foil in many ways. However, in private Isabel was known to behave just as wildly as Erin did in public, so in reality the girls were probably not much different at all. Because of her shy demeanour, it took Isabel a bit longer to warm up to Emily, but eventually she was able to bond with the “new” girl just as easily as Erin could, even though Emily was a year younger than they.

After meeting for the first time while attempting to surf the infamously small waves of the Atlantic, the two best friends invited Emily to tag along on their habitual evening on the boardwalk. When the old pair and their new friend crashed at Erin’s family’s beach house after an exhausting night at various clubs, Erin suggested Emily leave with them in the morning and stay with her for the rest of the week. Emily agreed, and the three hung out every day following, though mostly at Isabel’s house a few streets over, as her house, bought by her parents once she turned nineteen and decided to move out on her own, was far larger than Erin’s tiny two–room apartment. From that point on, once a week, all three girls went to lunch together during the day or hit the clubs during the night, always savouring their youth while they knew they still had it.


Emily reached her semi–dry friends and, like they had finished doing, started to dry herself with a fluffy, green beach towel. “Hey guys, you taking off?” she asked as she began covering her pink strapless bikini with an equally pink beach halter and small, flowered board shorts.

“Yeah, think I might actually get some ice cream first; you want anything, Er?”

“Nah, I’ll just wait for ya at my car; want me to take your bag for you?” Erin replied helpfully.

“Sure, I’ll only be a minute.”

“Alright . . . see you, Emi,” she added, turning to her other friend.

As Emily gathered her the unused rest of her clothes in her tote and left for the main parking lot, Isabel, free from her weighty striped beach bag, began the trek to the far end of the boardwalk, where the town’s sole Dippin’ Dots kiosk awaited her. Erin turned, slipped on a flimsy black pair of flip–flops, and headed toward the street where she parked her car— she loved staying in her parents’ beach house, as she got to make use of its local parking pass.

The sun was fading behind the last bit of horizon when Erin reached 45th Street, her destination, and heard a voice to her side. “Hey, you dropped your towel!”

“Huh?” Erin wheeled to her left to face a short, slightly stout and very shirtless guy who looked maybe a few years younger than her, if that. He held out her white, sandy towel, and she thanked him as she took it. They stood silently for several moments, Erin looking at the ground with a feeling that the guy was staring at her.

“No problem. Alright, well, see you then.” The boy turned and headed toward the boardwalk, where Erin assumed he was meeting friends, just as she so often liked to do.

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[skjelner]

Generally wary of the opposite sex, Erin purposely steered clear of guys she didn’t know, even at parties and clubs and the like. Though she tended to be fairly wild, she had never tried taking things very far with a guy, certainly nothing past making out or fooling around a bit. Nor did she want to: she didn’t consider herself prude; she just wanted to wait for a guy to come along that swept her off her feet, and that definitely wouldn’t occur while she was still in college: she always considered most college guys immature, and any one who wasn’t would become a platonic friend, not her boyfriend. After all, although only Erin seemed to know it, it was always shy girl Isabel who secretly would slip out of a get–together to venture off alone with a random guy. Always nice, but often a bit distant from others, Erin sometimes wished it were easier for her to accept a guy right then, rather than gripping onto a future that may never even happen.

Erin also didn’t consider herself unattractive; she had always known she was pretty. Gorgeous even, especially with her medium–length, slightly wavy brown hair that every summer got naturally highlights from the sun in the form of streaks of lighter brown. She never let her bangs grow much further than her eyebrows, as most girls grew out their bangs, she though, and she liked to look different from other “pretty girls” in at least one significant way. She had a smart and distinctively beautiful face surrounding dark green eyes that accented her moderately brown skin– when she visited the beach she definitely tanned a good bit, but never grew as dark as a lot of other girls she knew, particularly Emily– and her build was slim, fit, and tight everywhere due to her three–per–week workouts, though she looked very healthy. With narrow hips; a hardish, flat stomach; a good–sized, hard butt; and long, slender legs ending in beautiful feet with toenails painted a shimmering shade of blue matching that of her fingernails, which lay at the tips of her long, slender fingers, Erin was indubitably a striking sight to a person of either sex.

Her best feature, however, at least according to the multitude of guys she knew, or didn’t know, was by far her breasts, which easily filled a D–cup bra but looked staggeringly excellent without one, as they naturally perked upward and outward, full and firm. As a kid, she was frequently embarrassed by this particular feature, as her chest began to develop noticeably when she was midway through the third grade, but eventually she accepted her quick rate of development and often appreciated the looks her figure drew.

At 5’9”, Erin felt blessed by her nearly–perfect, lissome body and was in fact quite proud of it— she looked phenomenal in sweats, jeans and a t–shirt, underwear, a bikini, or especially nothing at all (which no one but herself had ever seen)— no doubt existed in her mind that, when she was ready, she would be able to land a guy of the caliber which she had always been waiting for.


As Erin thought about the boy she had wordlessly rejected in the street, she stopped beside her car and gazed down what part of the boardwalk she could see, waiting for Isabel to return with her dessert.

Like her willowy friend, Isabel was also beautiful, but in an entirely different way. More cute than stunning, Isabel had a mess of curly, dark and deep red hair above her shoulders that bobbed around her soft, adorable face as she walked. Pouty red lips and brown–green eyes accommodated her smooth, pale ivory skin that never seemed to tan in the least, like many fellow redheads. Even so, going to be beach had always been one of her favourite activities, and besides, the sun gave her a body a brilliant glow. She had an even smaller build than Erin, a nimble and supple dancer’s body that seemed incapable of being knocked off balance.

Isabel did, in fact, dance and was rather good at various styles, including tap, ballroom, swing, and ballet; her light and graceful body looked positively breathtaking when she fluently pierced the air during her routines. Barely 5’4”, Isabel weighed less than any girl she knew but somehow appeared healthy, partly due to the sun, but mostly due to her sinewy, muscular frame.

Though she had far fewer curves than Erin or Emily and barely any chest or butt at all, she used her grace and overwhelmingly adorable looks and charm, coupled with her apparent innocence, to frequently seduce older guys in back rooms of parties, where she enjoyed being tossed around like she so often would toss herself about onstage. Out of the bedroom, Isabel was a genuinely sweet, friendly girl who reflected her respectively upbringing well and could commonly be found in the center of attention or at least the life of the party.

Emily, on the other hand, who had long since left the beach, was more full–figured than her friends and, like Isabel, had curly hair, though it was longer, far more tightly curled, and light brown. Her greenish–blue eyes often sparkled for no apparent reason, and she had no problem getting very dark after a day in the sun, though she was very much Caucasian. Muscular and quite strong, with substantial breasts, each pierced by a nipple ring, that mirrored Erin’s in that they always looked good (though weren’t quite as perky and only filled a C–cup in comparison); a fairly flat stomach; widish hips; and a round, full, firm butt that many considered her best feature, she was also fairly tall, around 5’7”, and had legs rivaling Erin’s in length, though they were thicker and more curved in the calves due to her many years of playing soccer.

She was the sportiest and wildest of the three friends and had a body built for such, but at the same time was very attractive in her own way, with a cute face and appealing body. As far as Erin and Isabel had heard, she, by choice, didn’t have sex much, but when she did choose to, she was supposedly astounding in bed, keeping up with any guy with ease.

Generally, Emily at first might seem cold or fierce to others, but, as Isabel discovered, once a person got to know her, she had a warm and inviting personality and often became well–liked. The three girls’ eclectic and different personalities drew them together, and they planned on remaining good friends through college and after, maybe eventually all moving into Isabel’s house together.


Erin yawned and stretched over the driver’s side roof of her maroon Corolla, an old clunker that she bought off her parents a few months after turning sixteen. Isabel had a much nicer car that her parents had simply given her, but Erin always offered to drive to the beach, as hers got better mileage and was a more “beachy” car than Isabel’s long, black Volvo. She swung her keys in a circle, wrapping the lanyard around her wrist and letting it unravel again, as she stood upright once more, awaiting her friend’s return as the sun’s light completely left the seaside town.

Suddenly, Erin felt a strong hand clap over her mouth and twist her arm backward; she dropped her keys as she heard a faint clicking behind her, struggled a bit, and started to scream, but only the smallest of sounds escaped her when she felt a blow to the back of her neck that made her knees collapse, causing her to sink to the ground. Not truly unconscious but momentarily paralysed from the impact, or least unable to move her arms from behind her back, she gazed up to see two fuzzy, masculine figures standing over her. A third slid into view, swinging what must have been her keys, as he proceeded to unlock her car, open the driver’s door, flip the “unlock” button, and settle into the seat.

One of the other men hastily flung open the rear driver’s side door, as the third roughly grabbed Erin and lifted her, with help from the second man, tossing her carelessly onto the back seat, keeping her down with a firm hold. He quickly fastened the seat buckle around her, but it was unnecessary; still too dazed to move or speak, Erin groggily watched the first man fumble with the ignition as the second circled the car and creak open its passenger–side doors. She heard the familiar whirring of the locks clicking once again into place as the second man got into the passenger’s seat. Her handler let go of her at once, slammed the door and, like the second man, moved around to the other side of the vehicle, joining her in the back seat.

The car lurched forward, away from the curb beside which Erin had earlier parallel–parked so neatly; Erin was on the verge of blacking out and slumped over in her seat as the third man wrestled the final door closed and clicked his own seat buckle.

[skjelner]

Chapter Two

A few minutes later, a jolt of pain from the searing hot metal of the seat buckle onto which she must have leaned brought Erin back to her full senses to find that she had been tightly blindfolded amidst all the scuffling. Staring into black cloth, she panicked and attempted to move her arms, but what felt like handcuffs dug sharply into her wrists and back, causing her to let out a pained whimper.

“Oh, so you’re talking now, huh?” Erin guessed the voice originated from the man seated beside her.

She was, in fact able to speak, as her mouth had not been obstructed at all, but decided against it, as clearly words were not going to free her. Instead, she leaned back against the fuzzy seat–back and realized her legs were also bound, only by what felt like scratchy rope, not handcuffs. Erin also noticed she was missing one half of her favorite pair of flip–flops, probably lost during her struggle– whether it was still lying on the street or was somewhere in the car, she didn’t know. After her silence, the man beside her spoke again. “Okay, fine; at least you’re not being a bitch about this like they normally do.”

The car seemed to be moving quite fast, though she honestly couldn’t be sure of that, and she certainly had no idea where they were or where she was going to end up. So she changed her mind and decided to ask just a few questions after all, and a calm manner felt like the best plan of action.

“What do you want me for?” Erin asked calmly.

“You’re in a fucking blindfold, riding in the back seat in your own car to somewhere you’ve never been before. What do you think’s gonna happen?” This time a voice a bit deeper issued from the man in the front passenger’s seat.

Erin felt this second man lean over the seat to touch her smooth, but anxious, face. “I’m gonna tell you this now, so please listen to me. If you cooperate with us you’ll not only live, but you’ll leave this ordeal unharmed... relatively. If you decide you don’t want to cooperate or try and fight us or some shit like that, that’s just gonna mean more pain for you. You hear me?” Erin twitched her head in a sort of nod as thoughts raced through her mind. “Alright, now sit back and don’t talk for the rest of the ride. We’ll be there soon.”

After contemplating the man’s stern warning, Erin imagined various things that could happen to her, namely rape or something even more disgusting. She felt sick to her stomach. It was the middle of July: she had decided not to work this summer, so, as there was no place she was expected to be, no one would come looking. She only kept in touch with her parents every few weeks or so, as they lived several states away, and Emily sometimes took days before she called up, wanting to get together for lunch.

This left Isabel as her only hope; surely she had long since returned from the Dippin’ Dots kiosk to find the car missing, though what she’d do after that was beyond Erin, as Isabel’s phone was in her bag, which Erin had taken with her to her car. In fact, she was sure it sat beside her now, its contents as useless to her as they were to Isabel at that moment. She wriggled herself around a bit and touched the warm seat to her right, groping for the bag, but to no avail: it was probably on the floor beside her. The driver must have kept the windows rolled up, as the car and everything inside it were stifling hot—her air conditioning hadn’t worked well in years.

Erin sat in stunned silence for what felt like at least two hours longer, hardly soon from her perspective. They seemed to make all sorts of turns, and Erin gave up all hope of keeping track of where they were going. At last, the driver made a sudden left turn, and the car slowed to a crawl.

After a few moments, Erin heard what sounded like a garage door opening, then felt her car lurch forward once more as she noticed a significant change from light to dark. Finally, the car jerked to full stop. Though her car was old, even Erin normally wasn’t this rough with it. She sighed to herself, as, from they way things were going so far that evening, it seemed like she’d never get to drive it again.

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As the driver opened his door, he told Erin, “get out, follow my voice, and don’t make any noise.” She heard the others get out and slam their doors, and she did the same. There was no point in trying to run— she knew the second and third man were behind her, expecting just that to occur, and besides, her feet were still constricted by the rope. After a few seconds of hop-walking, she was told to stop, which she did, as she heard the sound of keys, though not hers. The driver swung open a heavy-sounding metal door, and the men behind her ushered her inside, where she met with a blast of cool air.

When the door closed, one of the men removed her blindfold, and Erin had to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment to get used to the relatively bright light of what she could only assume was one of the men’s house. For as glaring as the light was, it sure didn’t warm the room any, though perhaps the men preferred it that way. Once she could see clearly, she took a glance around the fairly large, but relatively bare room, noticing a firm-looking bed dressed with a down comforter and two pillows in the far right corner; a large, keypad–protected metal chest in the far left corner; a squat, brown table in the one immediately to her right (the left corner was bare); and, to her horror, several chains, some ending in cuffs, sprouting from hooks affixed to the center of the thickly carpeted floor.

Four small lights arranged in a circle and fastened to the high ceiling shed more than enough pale white light onto the room and its concrete walls, which were adorned with numerous wooden shelves, higher than she could reach, holding various objects: vases, glass knick-knacks, small wooden and metal boxes, framed pictures of people she didn’t recognise, and other items placed too high to be fully in her view, even though she was a tall girl.

There were also three doors leading out, the heavy one behind her, one made of the standard wood, and the last very similar to the one from which she had just entered, which, after her eyes rested on it, she realized was made of steel. She also noticed that beside the entrance door and its twin across the room were numeric keypads; clearly, a combination was needed to exit through either, as they were both handle- and lock-less.

“You finished gaping yet and ready to find out why we brought you here?” the man to her far left asked Erin as she completed her analysis of the room. With great effort due to her bound feet, she turned to size up her captors. Instead of the dirty, gruff men she expected, she stared at three clean-shaven young guys. At least, they didn’t appear to be much older than she, probably late twenties, and certainly didn’t look like she thought they might have.

“My name’s Jason,” the one with the deepest voice informed her, “that’s Mark,” he continued, indicating the guy to his left, “and that’s Chris,” he finished, pointing to the person on the other side of Mark.

All three men were taller than Erin, though Mark only by a bit. Jason was easily well over six feet and looked fairly athletic; dressed in a well-fitting, dark blue T-shirt and light jeans, he was also the most attractive, a fairly tan, friendly-looking guy with a squarish jaw, short dark brown hair, and equally brown eyes to match.

Chris stood swinging a keyring, and Erin realized he must have been the driver. He was nearly as tall as Jason and almost as attractive, though in a more handsome than sexy way, as his pleasant face was a bit rounder. He had an equally muscular build and dark complexion to go along with his hair, which was nearly identical to Jason’s in colour but was long and pulled back in a ponytail. His eyes, however, were a dull blue that Erin didn’t find particularly striking. Chris, too, wore faded jeans, only darker, and a plain black T-shirt.

The shorter guy in the middle, Mark, had jet-black hair that very much resembled Jason’s short style and blue eyes that were far prettier than Chris’s. He was a bit stockier than the other two but still looked fit in his collared, checked designer shirt and gray work pants. While not unattractive, it seemed to Erin that he lacked the charm his friends appeared to have. At any rate, for who seemed like sick guys, they all looked very kind, the sort of guys with whom she’d normally try to make friends.

“What’s your name?” Chris asked slowly, as if he were expecting her to have behaved much more violently by now.

“Erin.” She had responded in the same calm tone as before. She didn’t see any point in lying; after all, her purse was in her car, and they could always check her licence. During the entirety of the car ride, she had considered putting up a fight; it was certainly strange to her that she was so composed at the moment. “Again, tell me why I’m here and what you want with me,” she requested firmly, though, in the back of her mind, she knew exactly what the three men wanted from her.

“I only asked for your name, not anything else, you slut. But at least you didn’t lie to me.” Erin was puzzled by this—did these men already know her name somehow?

“Lay off, Chris, we want to keep her as agreeable as we can for as long as possible,” Jason explained and turned to face his prisoner. “Look, Erin,” he started– she recognised his deep voice as that of the man in the passenger’s seat of her car; he seemed to somewhat be the trio’s leader– “we brought you here for a specific reason, and, like I said before, you’re gonna do everything we ask for the time you’re here.” Erin couldn’t help but gulp at his friendly, yet strict tone, though she silently agreed to submit to the men’s requests, as it was apparent she would be given no other choice. Besides, there was no way she could physical overpower them.

“And now,” Jason continued, “I want you to come over here and lie on the floor.”

Erin slowly hopped after him as he walked to the center of the room, and, with some trouble due to her bound hands and feet, shuffled her body down to the floor by the chains, lying halfway on her side so as not to hurt her hands any further. The handcuffs had begun to cut into her skinny wrists, but the scratchy rope was now burning around her ankles; it had been tied exceedingly tightly, and her ankles had begun to swell from lack of circulation, causing her even greater discomfort. But Erin knew her bindings were the least of her worries, as greater pain was sure to arise from whatever the three young guys had in store for the helpless girl. If only she cooperated, she figured, maybe they would let her free without causing permanent harm.

As she stared at the center of the ceiling, averting her eyes from the bright lights, her head pointing toward the keypad–secured door in front of her, Erin felt Mark and Chris’s strong hands each grab one of her gorgeous shaven legs and begin untying the thick rope that bound her. For a moment she forgot her plan to remain cooperative and flailed with her legs, earning herself a slap from Jason to the right side of her face. “What did I tell you earlier, Erin? I thought you agreed to cooperate with us. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered in reply, her cheek stinging from the blow. She did not know what had come over her, but immediately reminded herself of her plan to remain calm, vowing not to lash out again.

“I’m glad you’re being agreeable, but just to be sure…” Jason produced from his pocket a small ball gag and stuffed it into Erin’s mouth, tying the strap tightly behind her head. “There. Now you won’t be able to whine even if you do feel like it.”

Erin’s eyes grew wide as she suddenly felt a burst of anger welling up insider her. She screamed into the gag but the result was only a muffled moan.

“Ha ha, I knew it wouldn’t be long before you got feisty.” Jason exclaimed.

Mark and Chris finished loosening the rope, tossed it aside, and proceeded to rebind Erin’s flailing legs, each of them taking one of the sturdy, albeit a bit rusty, chains attached the floor and wrapping it around a tender ankle. Mark reached into his right pocket and produced two small locks with keys in them. He tossed one set to Chris, and they proceeded to fasten each chain in place, locking them securely. This hurt her quite a bit more than the rope, as the chains cut brutally into her already raw, open skin, affirming her hunch that more pain was certain to come.

Jason grabbed her arms roughly and twisted her body so that she was lying more on her stomach, even though her knees still pointed toward the ceiling. Her wavy brown hair, tinged with the salty smell of the ocean, splayed out onto the carpet above her head. Jason removed a keyring identical to the one Chris was holding from his pocket. Hurriedly, he unlocked her handcuffs and threw them aside. Erin had a few seconds to rub her searing, wrists as Jason momentarily left her side to retrieve the other set of chains, which ended in yet more cuffs. “You’re gonna have to stretch for me to get these on,” he told her, although it was obvious that was the case.

Erin sighed to herself and pushed her nearly hairless arms back toward him; as she did so, her shaven armpits and narrow shoulders raised, causing the hem of her baby tee to separate from the top of her mini shorts, exposing a strip of her tan stomach. Jason quickly pulled her arms a little farther, admiring her oddly alluring armpits, and cuffed her wrists together once more, locking them carefully. As these cuffs were smoother and larger, they did not hurt as badly, so Erin relaxed a bit, even though she was incredibly embarrassed that her body was now fully extended, showing off a good bit of her tightly stretched, hard stomach to the three perverts above her.

[skjelner]

Chapter Three

Erin trembled from pure terror as the men before her began stripping off their pants. All three finally stood in their underwear, Mark sporting a tight pair of boxer-briefs, the others in looser boxer shorts. She squeezed her eyes shut as Chris reached for his waistband, but Jason must have stopped him.

“Erin, if you close your fucking eyes for more than a blink, you’re gonna be really fucking sorry. I want you to look at us hard, because you need to get used to it. You’re gonna be seeing a lot of us these next couple days.” Her eyes widened not from his command, but from his assertion that she would be there for days. Resigned to the fact that no one would come searching for her for a least a week, Erin now had to face the notion that she would be submitted to whatever horrible, sexual fantasies these perverts had of women. If she could only not raise a fuss, maybe, maybe she’d be released unharmed.

The rustling of Chris’s cotton boxers brought Erin back to reality; her eyes regretfully followed as he slipped them down in what seemed like slow motion, down past his jutting hip bones. The center of the waistband appeared to be caught on the large mound beneath it. Besides in high school health class videos, she had never seen a penis before—all her fooling around with guys mainly involved her own body, particularly her once-pristine breasts, not theirs—and the thought of seeing one nearly made her throw up.

She had been sweating nervously for quite a while, ever since Chris had first unzipped, and she was sure now that she wasn’t just imagining him to be moving as slowly as possible. It was also apparent that he didn’t shave his pubic region: whether guys normally did that or not she had never known, but she was sure did not find the bush of dark hair beneath his belly button appealing in the least.

At last Chris wrenched the top of his boxers over his hardening lump, and his large, hairy penis fluidly sprang out and up, resembling in manner a captive animal released to the wild for the first time. As if in a trance, Erin gaped at this new sight, barely noticing him removing his boxers completely. The dark, erect beast looked massive to her, though she had no way of knowing just how long or thick it was, having no prior experience to compare it to. Its dark pink tip frightened her for some reason, and she noticed that it bent a little to Chris’s right, and as Erin again wondered whether this was normal, her eyes were drawn to his scrotum, which was also large and a good bit hairier and much wrinklier than his penis, having the appearance of a shriveled, round egg.

This sight snapped Erin from her trance, and she noticed Mark beside him, pulling down his boxer-briefs. She was ready this time, and was pleased to see that he had at least shaved most of his pubic hairs, giving his penis a cleaner, less fearsome look. A lone rectangular patch of black pubic hair remained just above the base of his penis, which, along with being smaller than Chris’s, also bent slightly to his right. The patch of hair reminded her of the so-called “landing strip” some girls she knew sported on their pubic region.

Mark’s testicles were also a bit smaller than Chris’s and looked more bare and wrinkly, due to their lack of pubic hair. She wasn’t sure whose genitals she thought were less revolting, though surely Mark’s penis wouldn’t hurt as badly during sex. Both Isabel and Emily, along with various other friends, had told her that sex hurt a lot the first time, which worried Erin immensely. She shuddered at the thought, looked back and the three men, two of them entirely nude, and wondered whether they were bisexual or just tolerated each others’ naked bodies for the sake of debasing girls. Her attention turned to Jason, the only clothed male left in the room.

He wasted no time in sliding his boxer shorts down his muscular thighs, his penis springing up more quickly than even Chris’s. Erin’s jaw slackened a great deal further and her eyes bulged out when she caught sight of his towering brute. She disliked the word “cock”, but it seemed to fit quite well in Jason’s case, as his cock was immense in both length and thickness. It looked, somehow, quite regal when compared to the others’, as if it demanded respect. A visible, thin vein traveling its entire length pulsated beneath it, feeding into its colossal blood flow.

Unlike Chris’s and Mark’s, it protruded outward perfectly straight, and its shaft and the entire pubic region around it were entirely devoid of hair, making his cock seem even larger and wider still. His sac, too, was completely bald, and also tremendously bigger than Chris’s. As Jason removed his boxers the rest of the way, his bare, smooth balls swung back and forth, like monumental soldiers supporting their towering ogre of a master. Even his chest, thighs, and navel area were absolutely hairless, making his mountainous and enormous cock the center of attention.

“Impressed?” Jason asked, but Erin was unable to respond, frozen in place by the sight of his massive penis, sweating increasingly more for every second that passed. “Wait—do you mean that . . . have you ever even seen a cock before?” Erin waited for what felt like an eternity, then very slowly shook her head the tiniest fraction. “Holy SHIT guys, this is good! Good shit right here; this bitch is so fucking green, she’s never even seen a dick before. You know what we have to do with bitches like this, guys?”

“Shit, Jason, yeah I do,” Mark responded, grinning. He wrapped his calloused fingers around his smooth dick; Chris followed with his own, and the three advanced on Erin, Jason with his hands on his wide, solid hips as if to show off his gargantuan member. Mark and Chris stooped down near her head, their large penises and scrotums dangling to the floor, while Jason swung one powerful leg over her sweat-soaked head, straddling her beautifully sculpted upper body.

[danrob88]

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Day S-I

Chapter S-One

“It’s time to wake up, Subject 6. Today is the day.”

Subject 6 did not need to be told twice, as her anticipation for this day was overwhelming, and snapped her eyes open. She sat up immediately, taking no notice of the large plug sealing the copious amount of liquid inside her, for she had long since learned to embrace such uncomfortable stimuli. Instead, Subject 6 glanced around the room. Its dark walls helped offset the harsh radiance of the light above, which stung her cold blue eyes.

Obedient stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, garbed in her usual leather miniskirt, white halter tee, and flats. Subject 6 rose from the hard mattress to her bare feet and inspected herself in the wall mirror. Her black hair, slightly matted from sleep, fell just to her shoulders, straight as an arrow like usual. She shifted her gaze down the rest of her body, past her firm, smallish breasts and to her cleanly shaved pubic region.

Subject 6 slowly ran her hands down the sides of her thin body, moaning to herself, content with the body she was finally permitted to offer to the goddess for whom she lived. Slowly Subject 6 spun around, looking fondly over her shoulder at the black plug stretching her anus to its limit. As she completed the turn, she noticed in her peripheral vision Obedient gazing at her petite chest.

“Like what you see, Obedient?” Subject 6 teased. Obedient took no offense at this jocularity even though it was well within her rights as a full member to do so: a mutual bond of trust and respect, even friendship, had formed between the two, and they understood each other’s intentions.

“I cannot lie, Subject 6, I do—I like them a lot. And I’m glad you’ve learned to embrace them. Remember, breasts of any trainee, no matter what size, are pleasing to Her Highness.”

“Yes, I am glad too,” Subject 6 exclaimed. “It feels wonderful knowing I have been pleasing to Her and the Council enough that they are willing to accept me as a full member.”

“So, are you excited then?” Obedient asked.

“To say the least,” Subject 6 replied. “I cannot wait to see Her again, and on today of all days! I just hope I do not fail Her.”

“Don’t be nervous,” Obedient advised kindly. “You will feel truly whole once you’re a full-fledged member.”

“I know, Obedient,” Subject 6 replied confidently. It was so close! The moment she had eagerly been awaiting for so long.

“Now. Subject 6: you have completed your training. Are you ready to undertake the Ritual?”

“You know even better than I do, Obedient—yes!”

“Good. I will help you get prepared.” Obedient motioned to Subject 6’s tiny bathroom and offered out her hand. Subject 6 took it gracefully and keenly followed Obedient inside, catching a faint trail of her sweet perfume. A shiver ran down Subject 6’s spine as Obedient shut the door behind them.

[cbtslave4u2]

i think you copy, pasted the wrong thing dude. Subject 6? A Goddess? a different girl? i didnt read it all because it doesnt make sense...

[Silvercola]

Originally Posted by skjelner

Day S-I

Chapter S-One

“It’s time to wake up, Subject 6. Today is the day.”

Subject 6 did not need to be told twice, as her anticipation for this day was overwhelming, and snapped her eyes open. She sat up immediately, taking no notice of the large plug sealing the copious amount of liquid inside her, for she had long since learned to embrace such uncomfortable stimuli. Instead, Subject 6 glanced around the room. Its dark walls helped offset the harsh radiance of the light above, which stung her cold blue eyes.

Obedient stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, garbed in her usual leather miniskirt, white halter tee, and flats. Subject 6 rose from the hard mattress to her bare feet and inspected herself in the wall mirror. Her black hair, slightly matted from sleep, fell just to her shoulders, straight as an arrow like usual. She shifted her gaze down the rest of her body, past her firm, smallish breasts and to her cleanly shaved pubic region.

Subject 6 slowly ran her hands down the sides of her thin body, moaning to herself, content with the body she was finally permitted to offer to the goddess for whom she lived. Slowly Subject 6 spun around, looking fondly over her shoulder at the black plug stretching her anus to its limit. As she completed the turn, she noticed in her peripheral vision Obedient gazing at her petite chest.

“Like what you see, Obedient?” Subject 6 teased. Obedient took no offense at this jocularity even though it was well within her rights as a full member to do so: a mutual bond of trust and respect, even friendship, had formed between the two, and they understood each other’s intentions.

“I cannot lie, Subject 6, I do—I like them a lot. And I’m glad you’ve learned to embrace them. Remember, breasts of any trainee, no matter what size, are pleasing to Her Highness.”

“Yes, I am glad too,” Subject 6 exclaimed. “It feels wonderful knowing I have been pleasing to Her and the Council enough that they are willing to accept me as a full member.”

“So, are you excited then?” Obedient asked.

“To say the least,” Subject 6 replied. “I cannot wait to see Her again, and on today of all days! I just hope I do not fail Her.”

“Don’t be nervous,” Obedient advised kindly. “You will feel truly whole once you’re a full-fledged member.”

“I know, Obedient,” Subject 6 replied confidently. It was so close! The moment she had eagerly been awaiting for so long.

“Now. Subject 6: you have completed your training. Are you ready to undertake the ritual?”

“You know even better than I do, Obedient—yes!”

“Good. I will help you get prepared.” Obedient motioned to Subject 6’s tiny bathroom and offered out her hand. Subject 6 took it gracefully and keenly followed Obedient inside, catching a faint trail of her sweet perfume. A shiver ran down Subject 6’s spine as Obedient shut the door behind them.

Erin is either in prison and is subject 6 or became a hippe overnight lol epic fail^^^^^

[skjelner]

I didn't make a mistake. I'm sure you'll figure out what's going on if you keep reading. ;)

[cbtslave4u2]

oh, erin gets sold to Obedient and she becomes a sex slave.

[Ethan2cu]

Erin is dreaming. Trying to find peace in her current hell of An existence