Jordan clutched the large unopened UPS box in both hands as she rushed for the door. “Not so fast Jordan, I want a word with you first.” A pit formed in Jordan’s stomach as she clenched the box a little bit tighter. Taking a deep breath she turns to face her father. “That's an awful lot of makeup for a school project.” Her heart sank “It's my first time hanging out with anyone from college outside of class. I really just want to feel pretty around the other girls.” “Jordan you're beautiful just the way God made you… there better not be any boys there.” Jordan laughed it off “haha no dad. The boys aren't smart enough to partner with me.” Her father chuckled “that's my girl. You were always top of your class.” Her father looked her up and down. Besides the makeup she was wearing a very modest white dress with flowers on it. “Well alright then.” Jordan was turning to leave once more when her father said “ what's in the box?” Jordan froze. She was petrified he might ask about the box. “It’s building materials. Things I designed in CAD. We are assembling everything today.” Jordan bit her tongue and felt herself begin to sweat. She's a terrible liar. If he notices how nervous she is, or that the box is unopened and addressed to her, he might ask to see what's inside. “Oh that's pretty cool. Well I won’t keep you any longer then.” “Ok… I will see you later tonight, bye dad.” “Bye Jordan”.

Jordan practically skipped with excitement to the car. The rush of simply getting past her father was far more exhilarating than she expected. She buckled up the box in the passenger seat and started the car. Upon feeling the engine roar she became aware of how wet she already was. She looked in the rear view mirror. A dolled up 20 year old of white descent looked back at her. Adorable big brown eyes were heavily exaggerated by her use of eyeliner and mascara. Her face was pale white yet vibrant, aglow and blushing, with just a little bit of glitter. Soft plump cheeks, the kind a grandmother would love to pinch, rode a little high on her diamond shaped face, giving the impression of someone who laughs often. Dark brown almost black hair, voluminous and wavy, fell down over her shoulders, the ends styled into curls. Glossy lips, full and pink, alluring and moist, curled into a devilish smile. Despite struggling with low self esteem, today even she thought herself beautiful, sexy, and most importantly ravishable. She groaned under her breath “Oooh Jordan, you are such a naughty girl.”

Jordan had been a sheltered girl for most of her life. As the daughter of southern catholics her parents were strict, and she was forbidden to have a boyfriend. Plus she was not really allowed to go out, and her parents didn’t like her having people over. It was a lonely childhood and eventually she grew into a lonely adult. Not having many friends as a result.

Much of Jordans time was spent alone in her room on the internet. Most of her friends she made from online games like minecraft. It was a simple life but boring. Of course when puberty hit she never had much of an outlet. Always frustrated with feelings and urges she never fully understood. An itch she couldn’t scratch. Her parents never gave her the talk of the birds and bees and the first time she saw a penis she was already 18. When her parents finally turned off the parental controls on her PC.

Of course she had heard of a penis before, she's not an idiot. But her parents had her removed from health class and it’s not like she had many opportunities to see one. While she would never admit it penis was the very first thing she looked up when the controls were removed. At first she thought it gross and shameful, just like she was told it would. But she couldn’t stop looking at them, thinking about them. And that very quickly turned into browsing through porn.

Soon a realization came which filled Jordan with shock, guilt, and irresistible pleasure. She absolutely loves dick. Porn soon became a daily adventure. Her innocent frustrated mind corrupted with the wildest fantasies of internet and imagination.

So, what are Jordans fantasies? Her parents had her dress modestly and made her ashamed of her own body. So she has constant intrusive thoughts of exposing herself in risky public displays. Her parents always told her she was a princess, pure and proper, with no man being good enough for her. So the idea of being a shameless free-use whore left her writhing in a pool of her own juices. Wanting to be a degraded sex object roughly used for male pleasure. Her priest always preached sex was for procreation, and no sex before marriage. So she found herself wanting to be sodomized by strangers she just met. All her holes receptacles for pleasure. She was a budding masochist, a size queen, dreamed of worshiping cock, and of being filled with cum.

At college she found herself daydreaming about dick. Always checking out her male classmates. Wondering what their penises look like, how their cum tastes. Often they would approach her and she would get so shy she could barely talk. Blushing and awkwardly shutting down the conversation. Little did the boys know she would finger herself to them later, sometimes rushing to the bathroom immediately after an encounter. If only she wasn’t so damn awkward.

Instead of real men she had two large dildos. An impulse buy, at first she could barely get the tip inside her. Dedicated, she eventually learned to take both to the hilt in any of her three holes, breaking her cherry in the process. What she lacked in experience she made up for in practice. Making love to them nightly often for hours at a time.

It was never enough. Always pushing her limits she got bigger dildos and more toys. Jordan discovered she was multi-orgasmic and a squirter. She set personal goals for herself and constantly expanded them. How many times could she orgasm in a day? Five? Ten? Twenty? Thirty? How many inches could she take in her pussy? Seven? Ten? Thirteen? How about her ass? How much could she deepthroat? More than the size of any real man's member. How long could she wear a buttplug? Almost constantly, and they were always increasing in size.

Jordan found it difficult to concentrate on driving. She had been edging herself for days in preparation for today. Her pussy got wetter by the minute. First she had to make a quick stop to get changed. The modest outfit she wore was only to fool her parents. So she pulled into what she hoped was an empty lot to put on her outfit for the night.

At this point you're probably wondering where exactly Jordan is going tonight. Well after about a year and some change of being a closet pervert she decided to escalate a little bit. Started posting photos of her naked body on adult forums, along with all of her sexual fantasies. Always teased for her thick, jiggly form made her rather insecure. Her parents often made her exercise in an attempt to lose weight and her curves. All it really did was increase her hourglass silhouette. Nobody had ever seen her naked before, but she craved male attention. When her posts were met with overwhelming positivity and dick pics, she became hooked.

Men showered her with compliments. Instead of calling her fat or indecent they lusted over every inch of her. They wanted to talk to her, and through the anonymity and depersonalization of the internet, she found herself finally able to conversate back. Dick pics, worshiping their cocks, being worshiped, being objectified, being degraded, role play, rape play, she loved it all. These relations replaced porn and had her hornier than ever.

Jordan’s posts and popularity spread like wildfire, gaining her quite the following. While she constantly played with meeting her fans she never had the daring to actually set anything up. So upon discovering one of her fans lived close by and wanted to host something, her fantasies started to look like they could become reality. News got out and eventually she found herself planning this outrageous orgy inspired by hentai, fueled by the relentless sexual appetite of her fans, and green lit by her own perverse virgin naivety.

Jordan fell into a fit of nymphomania and needed to let them have her. Whenever valid concerns over safety or the limitations of her own human body came to mind, she would think of being helpless to all these strange lecherous men obsessed with her. And would come to a quivering mess creaming all over herself. Lust taking over reason she set the date and boldly prepared for a situation that would leave any sane woman terrified. Finally today came.

Getting out of the car Jordan pulled out the box and placed it on the hood of her car. Part of this whole elaborate event was that she agreed to wear absolutely anything the men she was giving herself to wanted. Desperate to impress she gave them her complete measurements and sizes. Also agreeing to not open the box until the day of. Anticipation was killing her. What did they want to see her in, she wondered? Sexy lingerie that would showcase her femininity in a way she had never been allowed? Maybe some cute yet revealing cosplay outfit so she can masquerade as their favorite waifu? Or perhaps some dress that would make her look regal and provocative, a woman of status whom these men could only dream of getting their hands on? Now she would make those dreams come true for them! Obviously she had been envisioning what might be in the box for some time now and could not help but to beam and giggle as she opened it.

Jordan’s eyes went wide as she witnessed what’s inside for the first time. Covering her mouth with one hand she pulled out a tiny bundle of pink floss with the other. Her face felt hot as she unraveled the micro sling bikini. “This can’t possibly be considered clothing” she says sheepishly. Etched into little heart shaped slips of fabric that she assumed were suppose to cover her vulva and nipples were the words “RAPE ME” in a lighter photoluminescent shade of pink which glowed in the moon lit twighlight of the park. Nervously she looked around to once again confirm she was alone. Not being the only thing in the box Jordan also pulls out a pair of six inch neon pink platform heels, very thin pink latex stockings with cutouts for her inner thighs, White booty shorts with a large heart shaped cutout in the back, large gold hoop earrings, one says “FREE” the other “USE”, pink collar with a gold heart shaped tag a little larger than a silver dollar with the word “CUNT,” engraved into it, pink leash to go with the collar, a pink hair clip with the words “RAPEMEAT” and two pink bows, large pink anal beads with a hoop you can pull at the end, a bottle of clear oil, and instructions detailing how they want everything worn in case it wasn’t obvious.

Jordan looked at everything splayed out on the hood of her car and trembled. This ensemble went beyond anything she had envisioned. Everything about it was gaudy and completely obscene. As someone who is still ashamed and insecure of her body it made her wildly uncomfortable. Despite her CNC fantasies the unsubtle and liberal use of the word “rape” left a hollow feeling in her gut. For the first time reality hit her on how dangerous she is being. Obviously she was nothing more than an onahole to these men. A living sex toy they will use selfishly to fulfill their every perverse desire. She must be the first woman foolish to ever agree to something like this and they plan on taking full advantage of her for it. “Arghhhhhhh” she exclaims as her pussy floods from these thoughts.

Pulling her dress over her head and stripping off her underwear Jordan shivers as she feels the crisp night air chill against her wet crotch and perking up her nipples. She begins dawning her evening attire in accordance with the instructions she was given. Starting with oiling up her body, rubbing it in until every inch of her is slick, shiny, and ready for abuse. Without the oil it would have been impossible to slip the stockings on, which felt like putting condoms on her long smooth legs. They are impossibly thin, translucent, and bite into the fat of her thighs. Putting her legs, which while thick are conversely firm and more defined, on display more than if they were left bare. Her inner thighs, extravagantly soft and squishy, muffin out from the cut out made for them. The sensation of the stockings on her legs was indescribable, somehow feeling amazing in the most sensual of ways and making her hyper aware of the juicy tender flesh of her inner thighs.

Now for the sling bikini. She grimaces at it with distaste. Jordan is on the thicker side, not fat, well her ass is fat, but plump, with ample bosom, a slight belly, and plenty of jiggle all over. She can feel uncomfortable in tight or revealing clothes, though this is due more to being picked on for her thickness throughout her life rather than actually having anything to be ashamed of. While putting it on she realizes these scoundrels purposefully gave her something several sizes too small for an outfit already outrageously skimpy by design. It was elastic, but only partially covered her vulva, gave her an epic wedge, and didn’t quite line up on her nipples properly. The constant pressure on her already engorged and sensitive vulva only furthers her relentless arousal. Digging into and spreading her cleavage, putting her whole body on display, the bikini, like the stockings, somehow made her feel significantly more exposed and vulnerable than if she was simply naked. Not even bothering to cover her asshole, instead the back splits into a V that hangs taut off her body and, if anything, spreads her buttcheeks a little, the effect being even more dramatic when she bends over.

Next she pulls up the white booty shorts with the heart shaped cutout for her asshole. Almost like a denim thong, they show more cheek than they cover. Leaving them unbuttoned, as the instructions detail, she bends over. Feeling the interesting sensation of a cool night breeze tickle her butthole despite technically wearing pants. Coating the anal beads in oil, she begins pushing the first bead against her tight asshole. Moaning and gasping she struggles to get the large bead inside of her. Frustrated, she begins fingering her asshole in an attempt to loosen it up. “OOOooooohhh” she can’t believe how good it feels. Never has she been so aroused and can feel her mind blanking from the simple assplay. What was she doing again? Oh yeah that's right. With an effort of will she slips her fingers out of her ass, narrowly avoiding climax. Instinctively bucking her ass while she fumbles with the beads in her ecstasy. Again, she pushes a bead against her now loose hole. “AARgghhh” there is still some resistance, but after a moment of determination she… “NNnngghhh…” pushes it inside. She squirms and stomps her feet as she feels her bikini slide deeper into her increasingly lubricated pussy rubbing against her clit. The second bead slides right in but… oh no. Jordan beats her fist on the hood of her car and screams into the void as an orgasm suddenly takes root. “Nooo, no not yet!” With all her might she fights to stop it. Teetering on the edge of disaster for what felt like eternity she's almost… almost… “UUUUGGGGHHHH!” It’s futile. Writhing and screaming with the sound of her spasming body repeatedly slamming into the hood of her car her pussy erupts. Spraying her juices through her shorts and all over her thighs and the pavement. Anal contractions pushing the beads right out of her and onto the ground.

Jordan lays on the hood of her car exhausted and panting. Eyes fluttering while aftershocks continue to hit her. As she pulls herself out of orgasmic stupor panic begins to set in. Tears form in her eyes when she sees her blatantly soaked shorts. Mortified, she swore to not cum for a week before meeting her hungry suiters. They would never know if she did however. Unless of course, she showed up wearing freshly squirted in shorts. Humiliated, her face flushes red and her lip trembles, but alas there is nothing she can do at this point. Sulking, she picks the beads off the ground, brushes them off, and reinserts them into her ass, leaving three beads hanging out like a tail, as she was instructed.

Time to finish dressing and get the hell out of here she thought. Finally donning the collar and leash, tightening until it chokes her slightly, and the earrings which say “FREE” and “USE”. She sweeps her bangs to the side and holds them in place with the hair clip which says “RAPEMEAT” and puts the rest of her hair in pigtails with the pink bows. She puts on her heels and sees there is one last instruction for her. They want her to wear the panties she had on originally over her head. Feeling completely ridiculous, she groans, and looks at the panties soiled with her juices and creamy white vaginal discharge. She has been really horny all day and those things were positively filthy. Picking them up she pulls them down over her head, shivering at the cool wetness, furrowing her brow and wrinkling her nose at her own intense feminine musk suffocating her.

Now fully “dressed” Jordan gets back in her car. She has difficulty moving in the tight skimpy outfit and the anal beads are uncomfortable when she sits down. Her breathing is heavy, partially from her discomfort and partially from arousal. Looking at her phone she notices a message from the man hosting her gangbang. “Where the fuck are you whore. I have a full house of pent up men with no holes to rape.” Jordan bit her lip and messaged back “I’m so sorry for the wait. Your rape slut is on her way.” She hit send then took a selfie of herself making an ahegao face, being sure to get much of her outfit in the shot, and sent that too. It’s really about to happen, she thought, and drove out of the park in full slut regalia.