Jordan was vaguely aware of the steady pulling on her throat. Of fumbling in that direction blinded by the tears in her eyes. And an imminent sense of doom.

All that was overshadowed by physical sensations tearing through her body, concentrating between her legs. She couldn’t believe how incredibly turned on she was. Edging for days, the absurd way she's dressed, all these men here to fuck the daylights out of her. The complete lack of control. Everything became far too real. And it turned her on despite telling herself it is wrong and she is in danger. “MMMUAMPH MMMGRRR MMM MPHH”

Gagged, unable to breath through her mouth, Jordan inhaled copious amounts of her own stinky grool into her nostrils off the panties she wore on her head. It sloshed and squelched in her nasal passages. The intense feminine musk made her nauseous. Moving through her nasopharynx, the grool emptied into her mouth and throat, forcing her to swallow it, coating everything with her flavor. It made her gag and drool on herself. She will have no choice but to get used to it.

Betrayed by her own body, Jordan was having difficulty not losing herself in one of the more powerful orgasmic episodes of her life. They were selfishly abusing her body like she wasn’t even human when it started. At the moment she was terrified, not horny… right?! Trying with much effort to push them off her and tell them they need to take it easy. Why then did she have to orgasm like some gross degenerate without a shred of dignity. Cutting off her own protests and emboldening their behavior. The irony had her smoldering. To rub salt in the wound, she could feel her warm wet squirt hitting her legs while she sprayed over and over due to her latest orgasm. Just from being spanked!? Thinking of how much more they could do to her primed sensitive body only made her cum harder.

Jordan stumbled in the direction she was being pulled towards. The music got louder, much louder. Hearing it renewed much of the panic dulled by orgasm. Now aware that she is being pulled totally inside the house. Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! She tried to fight, but her legs were shaking so badly it was all she could do to stay upright, stumbling forward.

Heels stomped irregularly as Jordan hobbled with the booty shorts around her knees. Caught on the beads in her ass it painfully stretched her violated hole while she was hauled against her will into throngs of overzealous men. It looked like there were hundreds. Most wore fearsome looking masks concealing their identity and it intimidated the hell out of Jordan. All laughing with glee at her compromising situation. It was mortifying. Feeling more like a lynching than a gangbang. Too many. There are way too many here. I don’t want to be seen like this. They are going to break me! Please somebody save me!

Always picturing her followers as geeky guys similar to her in years, Jordan was alarmed to find most of the men here to be at least twice her age. Even the ones wearing masks she could tell based on their out of shape bodies and rough exposed skin. Sickened, the reality of most of her followers being creepy old men had her feeling insecure and stupid.

Jordan made a spectacle of herself as she was brought into the house. Her entrance a noisy one, marked with sobs and screams stifled by the ball gag in her mouth. Loud music defended and disoriented. Bright lights blinded and exposed. Jordan’s oiled up body shone like she herself was an angel, fallen to temptation. It jiggled, rippled, wobbled and trembled with every uncomfortable step to the delight of her captors. And to the embarrassment of Jordan. Instinctively, she attempted to cover herself in shame, only to be harshly reminded of her arms restrained behind her back. She could only cry, and cum, stumble, and jiggle.

Suddenly, amidst experiencing the most disconcerting self-awareness of her entire life, Jordan found herself showered with camera flashes. NO, NOOO!! “NNMGHNN, NRRMPH, NRRMPH!” Jordan slobbered all over herself as she tried to yell at them to stop. The effects were devastating. Never, ever, had Jordan felt so exposed. Stripped so bare, of modesty, dignity, volition, ego. And in these moments recorded by dozens of strangers, unable to object. Jordan was on stage for the whole world to see. These are just for them right? Caught in the act of being a dissolute pervert. No one could possibly recognize me like this right!? She could feel the flashes on her body as if they were physical strikes. By reflex she wriggled and writhed, unable to soften the blows bound and hobbled as she was. What's more is, and this caused her great distress, these sensations seemed to fan the fire burning in her loins.

BOOM! Jordan jumped, screeched against her gag, would have fallen if not for molesting hands catching her, their owners laughing at her skittishness. It was the door. Sealing her in. There would be no escape. A chill sent tingles down along her spine. Jordan knew she wouldn’t stand a chance against so many men in the best of situations, let alone like this.

Options limited Jordan made the only play she could think of. There was a man close by. Jordan looked at him. With wide wet destitute eyes. Puppy dog eyes that screamed have mercy. Please. Please… save me. Jordan tried pleading but it came out as gabled whimpering. She reeled as the man excitedly snapped a photo of her dilapidated expression. The leash tugged her away. She shook realizing there would be no mercy here.

Without any real structure or order Jordan’s procession was slow, meandering, chaotic. Just a disorganized mess of a group effort to bring her deeper into the lion's den. She was accosted relentlessly by the rakish spectators pressing on her. Everybody wanted a piece. To pinch a nipple, smack her ass, take their turn pulling the leash. At times there would be two, three, or more tugging at her leash. Fighting for control and relishing their gross overpowerment of her.

Slowly, very very slowly, the anal beads are agonizingly pulled out by the booty shorts falling down Jordan’s legs as she is led around. Eventually, with much struggling and wriggling, Jordan is able to shake the shorts loose till they fall to her ankles. Thank the lord! Jordan praises in her head as the situation becomes sufferable enough to start regaining her wits. Then the shorts catch on her heels and she finds herself falling forward. Nobody catches her this time, and with her hands restrained behind her back she hits the ground HARD. Dazed with the breath knocked out of her, Jordan flounders on the floor for a while. Managing to isolate the shorts onto one foot, she kicks the vile things as far away from her as possible with a grunt of overexertion. Good FUCKING RIDDANCE!!!

Jordan takes solace in this small victory. Even as hands picked her up off the floor. Just before she could tightly ball herself up like an armadillo. Miraculously, no one pinches, slaps, or gropes her. Someone even re-arranges the little RAPE ME hearts back over her nipples (sort of). For a second people actually seemed concerned if she was alright. It didn’t last long. As her spasmodic gasps steadied into constrained breaths, hands began smacking away at her inner thighs prompting her to spread her legs. At the same time a firm hand on the back of her head bent her over into a deep bow. The V of her undersized sling bikini parted her soft gelatinous butt cheeks. Still bewildered, Jordan was afraid someone might try putting those infernal booty shorts back on. Instead every single anal bead was jammed inside of her ass. The action was quick and forceful without letting her sphincter relax.

Using the breath she was just barely able to recover, Jordan screamed against her gag. It was so fucking painful. Her head was lifted until she was standing mostly upright again. Then whilst in horrible anguish, screaming and slobbering on herself, feeling so full with all those anal beads crammed up inside of her, Jordan was pulled along by the leash to continue her nightmare.

Adrenaline surged through Jordan providing the high of a lifetime. Her eyes, wide, dilated, mad, scanned the room in stark terror. Her captors had made a great circle surrounding her on all sides. Letting go of the leash they allow her to stamp around freely within. With fierce effort she attempts to pull herself together, managing to bring her screams down to mere wails. Taking note of things during this reprieve. Her eyes stung from all the tears and she realizes her makeup, which she spent so much time on for these tormentors, must be totally ruined. Now just a runny, streaking mess. She could feel the cool tickling wetness of her saliva running down her chin, neck, chest and stomach. And the cool tickling wetness of her squirt all over her thighs and legs, dripping off her vulva and the bottom of her butt cheeks.

Jordan couldn’t remember when she stopped cumming. Looking down at herself she did remember just how humuliating her outfit was. Now even more so being covered in her own slobber and vaginal discharges. Her belly and breasts jiggled, as did her inner thighs popping out through the cutout of her stockings. Six inch platform heels making her legs ripple sensously and forcing her to walk with a degrading sexual posture. Again she found herself attempting to cover her shame by instinct only to be reminded of her arms tied behind her back. These restraints also forced her to walk with her chest stuck out. As if she was offering her defenceless breasts to these brutes. She felt her nipples hardening at the thought. Becoming so sensitive that just the feeling of them poking into the heart shaped slips of her sling bikini was becoming too much for her to handle. Fuuuck Jordan pull yourself togeather!

Jordan’s breathing was very heavy. She was having difficulty catching her breath. Gagged as she was, all breathing had to be done through her nose. A loogie expels onto her tongue. Except it wasn’t just loogie, most if it was her own thick creamy white vaginal discharge. The panties on her head, over her nostrils, are covered in it. A constant reminder to everyone, but especially Jordan, that she had been outrageously horny all day in anticipation of these guys gang raping her. She had been so naive and the irony was bitter. Just like the heady concentrated flavor of her vagina bursting in her mouth right now. GULP. It was thick and disgusting. She could feel it clinging to her throat on the way down. How much of her own cum has she snorted off the inside of her panties and eaten today? The overpowering taste and smell of her vagina made her dizzy.

How long has she even been here for? Five minutes maybe since she was brought inside?! Could have just as easily been a lifetime. Jordan could feel the third heart shaped slip at this point almost completely consumed by her labia. Like a little manhole covering for her hungry vagina. A constant reminder of how it is positively tweaking for that cover to be peeled aside and have a real cock for the first time ever filling out its walls. Ooo Ooooh… For fucks sake Jordan stop this at once! Please, this is serious! You're in so much pain. This is so scary!

Giggling, men begin to break out of the circle and approach Jordan. Unsure what to do she hisses at them through the gag in a desperate attempt to fend them off. She felt pathetic, as it seemed more like she was wagging her tits at them than anything. One came up close to her and she kicked at him. The guy side stepped it easily. Jordan ran (as best she could in six inch heels) but he was able to reach out and grab onto the hoop at the end of the beads in her ass. AHHHHHH!!!

It took a lot of concentration to not topple over or collapse from the pain, which would have ripped the entire length of beads straight out of her ass. Jordan’s momentum was quickly slowed as each bead popped out. Oooh… Ahhhhh… Whyeee!!! Even after Jordan came to a halt he kept pulling. Forcing her to stumble backwards… into his grasp. Grabbing the leash he bent her over and her ass was again spread wide open.

Jordan whipped her head up, attempting to stand, now realizing what was about to happen. He kept her bent over via the leash. She started screaming before the first bead went back inside her ass. It was awful. Upon filling her back up he slapped her butt to send her reeling towards the center of the circle. Another guy snuck up behind to grab her by the beads again. He drags her around the circle by her ass, beads popping out here and there as Jordan has difficulty keeping up. After a few moments of this he lets go. Only for another man to shove all the beads back into her ass. They make a game of it. Chasing her around till someone grabs the loop at the end. Then they drag her around before shoving them back inside her. Guys were happily recording her misery with their phones and even some with professional video equipment.

Jordan’s shrill cries became despondent sobs and moans as her will got grinded away each time the beads were moved in or out of her ass. She would attempt to just keep running when someone grabbed the beads. Deal with the pain and get the damn things out of her ass was the idea. But they would always let go at the last second. Jordan would run around feeling the long string of beads flapping out of her ass. Before someone grabbed her and shoved them all back in. Due to her youthful athleticism she quickly got better at evading. So they started grabbing onto her leash too. Unable to properly defend both her front and back, it helped keep things out of her favor.

Eventually Jordan’s ass began to get used to the punishment. Don’t misunderstand, her asshole was terribly sore. But it loosened up enough that there was no longer much resistance. And the pain went down to a numbing burn. Soon, her moans were changing to a different tone. Remember when she originally put these beads in her ass? The change was apparent to Jordan before anyone else. She knew what was going to happen if they didn’t stop soon.

Despite everything, the pain, humiliation, fear, disgust. Despite repeatedly telling herself to snap out of it. Despite the stark reality check of her situation. Jordan had never been so turned on in her entire life. Astonished by her own masochism it felt like every nerve ending was in hyperdrive. It’s scary how responsive her body was to abuse. Deep down she wanted them to stop toying with her. For them to just take her already. She needs it. Her body already knows this. Jordan tells herself that she is appalled with the actions of these men, that this has gotten out of hand and this isn’t what she actually wanted. Really though she is scared of how explicitly this all is triggering her fetishes, how masturbation and porn poorly prepared her for the intensity of the real deal, and how incredibly easy it is going to be to break her.

“Alright we are ready for her over here. Come on!” Ready for what!? Beads were shoved back inside Jordan’s ass. Involuntarily she moaned in sexual pleasure. Rubbing her thighs together as she tried to not to spray in front of her captors once again from their abuse. Many of them notice and she overhears them sneering and calling her a rape slut and crazy masochist bitch. No, Nooo she thinks as several men grab her lease and lead her to the next torment. The friction of the sling bikini grinding between her legs while she walks already threatens to force powerful orgasms out of her.

Of course Jordan has no choice but to follow. Now panting and groaning lewdly while fighting the fire between her legs. Someone she never actually saw grabbed her head with strong hands and shoved his tongue down her ear canal. It made Jordan’s skin crawl and though she could feel the leash impatiently jerking at the collar around her throat, he held her steadfast. Defeated, she gave up on fighting, instead becoming amenable in hopes that he will take it easier on her. The man sucked and nibbled on her lobes. Then he snarled directly into her ear. The sensation of hot breath tickling wet ear effectively paralyzed her. Like getting zapped by lightning directly to the brain. “You're ours now cunt. We’re going to ruin this pert young body of yours. Make you into our pig.” He continued to say degenerate things that Jordan felt rather than heard. I don’t wanna be a pig! So utterly helpless to anything anyone wanted to do to her. His words sent goosebumps blooming all over her body. Another man, who she also never got a look at, began assaulting her other ear in a similar fashion. Jordan shuddered and released a long tense groan. Like a prolonged “eeeee” muffled by her gag. She couldn’t totally make out what he was saying. Something about how she’s perfect for raping. Other strange hands crawl across her belly like spiders. The uncanny tickling partially brought her out of paralysis. With a sort of belly dance she sucked in her gut and squirmed, as she could not actually move. It did nothing to alleviate her discomfort and a finger found its way into her sensitive belly button. She screeched, giggled, and wailed. The tugging against her neck intensified, though she was solidly held where she was.

Sensory overload is too mild a term for what Jordan was experiencing. Tactile and auditory triggers merged with her other overworked senses to burn through her neurons and set her cerebellum ablaze. She didn’t think, such higher processes were beyond her now. A desire to retreat into the blackness forming at the edges of her vision filled the parts of her mind not screaming. And an urge to vomit. But then a meaty SMACK followed by a sloughy SQUELCH sent a shockwave of pleasure and pain snapping her back to lucidity. Somebody clasped onto her swollen pussy with a firm hand. Jordan was astonished at how responsive it was despite everything being done to her… Because of everything being done to her. Fearful shrieks quickly became lustful gasps and moans as fingers deftly slipped under the sling bikini.

Finally, with the combined effort of several men pulling on the leash at once, Jordan has her head ripped free of the two men spit roasting her mind. Seems like people are getting impatient with them hogging her all for themselves. Yet with an astounding lack of decency they have decided the best way to free her is to play tug of war using the leash around her neck. Hands around her hips, thighs, and waist keep her from being entirely freed. Instead she is bent over at almost a 90 degree angle and cruelly choked as the two groups fight over her. The fingers in her vagina have hooked into her g-spot in a way she had NEVER been able to with her own hands. Her head felt like it was going to pop off and she could hardly breath. But these fingers between her legs… Jordan could feel herself flooding down there. She knew she was going to squirt, but the choking seemed to be prolonging her release.

Finally with much effort Jordan is ripped free from the mass of men that swarmed her. Stumbling forward a step she feels beads popping out of her ass. Somebody must have held onto the loop. Fingers hooked deeper into her vagina instead of letting go and Jordan lets out a choked squeal as her body is abruptly halted. For a second she is held like that until they snap out of her with a painful and audible POP.

Despite the pain, Jordan had been edging and knew this just pushed her past the threshold of no return. Climax was imminent. One promising to be quite overwhelming at that. Tension built in an unbearable crescendo which radiated out from her groin. Vision blurred from eyeballs trying to seat themselves in the back of her head. Beads rapidly popped out of her ass while she blindly followed the leash choking her. Several men were leading her on. They nearly had her running. The choking and physical exertion delayed her orgasm. Building the tension higher and higher.

Jordan’s vision went in and out as she was dragged deeper into the home. To a section that seemed prepared for her. Many things stood out to her at once, but a few stole her immediate attention. First, an expensive looking video camera mounted on a tripod complete with fancy audio equipment. It was focused on a spot well lit with professional equipment. Then a huge monitor displaying… a stream? There’s a chat filled with questioning viewers talking about what is apparently a surprise stream. “She's making a big deal about it” and “Promised to explain everything” were some of the things being said. They were also talking about… Jordan? About how “Jordan is usually more reserved” and “antisocial”. Then she noticed the account streaming. It was her account. She’s the one streaming this.

To clarify, this is the account she uses to stream games and communicate with her menagerie of online friends. None of these people know anything of her porn addiction, fantasies, or have seen so much as a thirst trap out of her. It is, however, an adults only channel.

Whu- wha- WHAT!!? A bottomless pit formed in Jordans stomach. Unable to react (it was all too much) she watched herself come on screen. In an instant, Jordan watched her pale skin flush hot pink and fill with goosebumps. Her face however was a deep red radiating out from her cheeks. Eyeliner saturated with tears stream down her face to dirty the panties on her head. Dilated, bloodshot eyes poked out the leg holes. Slobber covers her face, chest and torso. Jordan’s hair is only a little disheveled thanks to the pink bows keeping it in pigtails, and the “RAPEMEAT” hair clip keeping her bangs out of her face.

Pink sling bikini tightly hugs Jordan’s body and obscenely showcases her thickness. Tiny pink “RAPE ME” hearts bite into her ample bosom but fail to actually cover either nipple. Fat, swollen and juicy, Jordan’s pussy consumes the third heart meant to cover it. It looks very tender to the touch.

The chat blows up. “OMG OMG OMG OMG” “😲😦” “WTF JORDAN!!?” “Guy’s she doesn’t look alright” “DAYUM look at how thick she is 🥵🥵” “Seriously wtf is this” “Has she been kidnapped!?”

Yes I’m being raped!! Please help me! Jordan thought quickly. She's going to have to fight right now. Struggle as much as she can and they will call the cops. It might save her. And possibly save her reputation as well. It's still going to be awful, being known as a victim. But at least it will be better than everyone thinking she did this of her own volition!

Alright Jordan… NOW! Jordan nearly falls over as her legs begin to shake uncontrollably. Her tummy flexes and jiggles. No no no! Do something! Stern hands force her down to her knees and spread her legs wide. They are chained apart to posts driven into the floor. She complies easily to them, hardly able to stand on her own now anyways. A strong hand holds her upright on a short leash, choking her and making her sputter against the gag.

Jordan hears them laughing at her “the dumb bitch looks like she is about to blow right now!” “Haha this is perfect!” Jordans eyes water, partially from the situation but mostly because of how overwhelming this orgasm is. Do something Jordan! She moans desperately against her gag. Vision fades out and in as her eyes hit the back of her head and slowly come back down.

Jordan notices out of camera view men going through her phone. My purse!? She realizes the black purse she put all her belongings in is no longer with her. Probably hasn’t been since she was first swarmed. Jordan was so distracted cumming all over herself that she never noticed. Other men are going through her wallet, taking her cash, cards, license, everything. No no nooo! Well now Jordan knows how they got into her account. She leaves her phone unlocked and signed in to everything. Like an idiot.

At this point Jordan is loudly rattling the chains anchoring her legs apart with how much her legs were shaking. It is a clear indicator that Jordan is about to cum to all the men in the house. Who all laugh and make rude remarks at her expense. If the people watching the stream haven’t caught on yet… they are about to.

Jordan convulses, choking herself on the leash held solidly above her head. This is the fiercest climax of her entire life. With her hands behind her back she thrashes like a fish on a hook. Carnal screams reverberate against her ball gag. Making them sound sloppier and wetter rather than actually muffling them. Squirt erupts from between her legs splashing the heart covering and fanning out in all directions. Jordan the human sprinkler system sprayed everything within a few feet of her, including the camera. The man holding her leash allows her to choke herself, tugs upward if anything. She can hear clapping, whistling, and general enjoyment from those around her.

As she writhes, chokes, shakes, and moans her eyes drift back to the chat. Posted into the chat are links to the accounts she uses for porn and role play with strangers. Including the account used to plan this. Screenshots of the conversations planning this are posted into the chat, out of context to make her seem like she took most of the initiative and have her coming off as perverse as possible. The chat is moving so fast she can barely read anything. “EWWW WTF!” “Look at her goooo!” “I never would have guessed she was like this” “How are you just gonna expose us all to this.” “This has got to be some sort of crime.” “So is this all like some sort of sick fantasy?”

Jordan watched as her whole world collapsed and she melted in bliss. No please I’m not like this. She choked primal moans against her gag. Being exposed like this felt… it felt… incredible. And Jordan hated herself for it. But that resonated with her inner masochist and made her orgasm hader, more wildly. Which made her hate herself even more. Which made her orgasm even harder. It was a diabolical vicious cycle that was being filmed and watched live by her entire social sphere… and then some.

Jordan noticed this stream has thousands of viewers. Making it by far her most popular ever. And the viewership is quickly rising. Explosively she orgasms making her eyes cross. The chat morphs from concerned to disgusted to degrading and objectifying. Seems like Jordan is making some new fans.

“The stupid cumrag can't even handle being surrounded by men.” “Fuck look at the meat jiggle on this plump slut” “Squirt for us bitch” “ I love the dumb face she makes when she squirts.” “Girls are definitely different nowadays.” “Get your eyes checked thats a cumdumbster not a girl”

As Jordan writhes and cums somebody replaces the cunt tag on her collar with her drivers license inserted into a holder made to be attached. The video quality is high enough for the details to be plainly visible despite the word cunt being scrawled across it. This orgasm seems endless. Jordans consciousness begins to fade into debased mind melting pleasure. She is distantly aware of movement around her and rough hands creeping along her body. Between the orgasm and choking she eventually passes out. But not before one final thought. They haven’t even started fucking me yet!!!