[Fiction] Erin's Hell

[skjelner]

Jason and Mark got off the bed and stood beside Chris to observe the gaping orifice before them, their cocks dancing sprightly in the air above their stretched sacs like delighted spectators visiting some sort of zoo for female genitalia.

As she lay there with her legs spread wide, Erin felt deeply abashed, for these men had barely seen this part of her head-on until then, and it was now in its worst shape ever: uteral blood was still smeared around her pubic mound; her vagina was loose and drooping, its once tightly-packed, brownish-pink folds now hung out between the halves of her labia a bit; her clitoris was red and swollen; and the whole package had the appearance of a sort of reservoir for semen, as it was filled to the brim with the juice of both Jason and Chris.

Mark gave a low whistle. “Whew, that’s a lot of cum.” Chris slid his hands beneath Erin and lifted her up so that her long, sleek back was perpendicular to the bed; her neck craned painfully to accommodate the position. Her boobs hung upside-down, blocking her view of the ceiling, which her vulva directly faced the ceiling, unobstructed by her legs, which laid to either side. Erin was too exhausted to hold them up and so was not surprised when Chris began furiously lapping at her ravaged vagina, sucking the cum from within and around it. Whenever he had filled a mouthful, he spat it onto the underside of Erin’s breasts, slowly covering them in a glistening layer of effluence.

After he had cleaned her pussy fairly well, Chris moved to her ass, which Erin could feel had already taken in some of his runny semen. He ran his tongue around, getting steadily closer to her anus, which contracted slightly with every lick.

Erin was pretty sure she’d heard Isabel call what Chris was doing “rimming”, and according to her friend it felt very good, though Erin found it more than a little uncomfortable. She had a habit of always keeping her delicates very clean, wiping with water whenever she finished using the bathroom, but she still thought it was weird that Chris would enjoy licking around the place from where she defecated.

All disgust at this act was forgotten, however, when Chris began to flit his tongue into her ass’s hole; it felt different from having her clit sucked, perhaps not as comfortable, but pleasurable in a new way, and, unlike when he tongued her vagina, she didn’t feel like she had to pee. Chris loudly slurped his own semen from her ass crack, causing Erin to whimper.

“Hah, she even loves a good rim job,” noted Mark. He rubbed her clitoris a few times, arousing Erin even more, then got back on the bed, facing away from her. “Let’s see how she likes giving one.”

Mark promptly sat directly on Erin’s semen-masked face, his tight butt pressing against her cheeks. Erin yelled in protest, snapping back to the reality of her rape, and tried to struggle, but Jason held her fast. In her position, there was nothing she could do, and, for fear of being hit again, she reached up to Mark and spread his ass cheeks, struggling to find a pocket of air to breathe.

“Come on slut, that’s step one. Now get your tongue in there!” Mark exclaimed and pressed his anus down onto Erin’s mouth.

His crack didn’t smell as bad as she expected, but once Erin pressed her tongue to it, the taste was enough to make her want to vomit once more. She instinctively repelled away from it.

“What did we tell you about obeying us?” Jason asked. “This is just the start of what we’re supposed to do to you—it’s the easy shit. So if you can’t even do something as simple as lick an asshole, then then we’re gonna have some real problems, okay? I don’t really want to, but I am more than willing to hurt you if I need to.”

Erin had started crying by this point, though none of the men could see her tears, partially because she fully believed Jason’s words, but partially out of confusion. What did he mean when he said “supposed to”? Were her rapists working for or with someone else?

Before she could think further, however, Jason grabbed a brown fistful of her hair and said sternly, “So, if you don’t start licking Mark’s dirty fucking asshole right now, you’re going to be in serious pain for the rest of the night.”

Erin believed him. As Jason released her hair, she begrudgingly but quickly shut her eyes tightly and salivated, inserting her tongue into Mark’s tight anus as best she could, like Chris was still doing to her, and undulated it a bit, trying to stimulate him.

Mark leaned against her, cushioning himself on her springy breasts, and enjoyed the rim job, while Jason dragged his nails across her thighs as he had down before, adding some pleasure to her revolting discomfort.

After a few minutes of licking, Mark’s ass hole began to taste less repulsive, and Erin forced her tongue in deeper, furiously wagging it around inside him, intent on getting this over with as soon as possible. By then, she was used to this balance between gratification and awkward chagrin, and before she knew it, Mark released her face from its tomb of fatty flesh, and Chris ceased his own fierce tonguing, letting Erin’s legs fall back to the bed.

She lay there, utterly defeated, and prayed to no one in particular for the night would be over. Surely it must be getting late, she thought, and even her captors would have to rest sometime. However, despite all her hopes, when she opened her eyes, the three men did not look like they were ready to sleep. Instead, they stood in a line in front of the bed, ogling her greedily and stroking their impossibly hard cocks.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” Mark asked, his eyes shining as brightly as Erin’s navel ring, though he already knew the answer.

“N-No,” Erin stammered, dumbfounded, as if she had not yet fully understood what he had asked.

“Well, that’s really too bad … ’cause you’re about to be.”