“My place is just up the street. C’mon.” Bowen tightened his arm around her waist when her knee buckled so she wouldn’t fall to the ground.

Charlotte pushed his arm away and doubled over. “I’m…so……tired…” she slurred.

“I know. I’ll get you home,” he murmured and pulled her upright.

She staggered back a step and looked up at his face, working hard to recognize him. Her eyes ran over his short blond hair and then gazed into his blue eyes. Suddenly she dropped down to a crouch. “I can’t…walk. Where’s my Uber…?”

He yanked her up with a strong arm and flung her behind his back like a weightless sack. Next, she was dead weight on his back as he secured her arms in front of his neck and hooked his arms around each of her leg, then he began walking up the quiet, dimly-lit street. “It’s okay. We’ll be there soon. Sleep.”

***

Bowen placed her on his queen-sized bed. Her petite body lay motionless, so he grabbed her face to look at him. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him, unfocused.

“Who are you?” She gazed at him drowsily.

So she was conscious. That’s good enough for him. He kissed her pink lips and forced her mouth open with a tight grip on her face. She let out a surprised gasp, buried by the kiss. His tongue pushed inside her mouth and her weak hands instinctively pushed against his strong chest. Then he let go of her face and instead grabbed a full handful of breast through her flimsy black tank top.

Charlotte burst into tears and rolled her body away from him. He laughed at her clumsy attempt to push herself up. She managed an unsteady stand on the floor before he dragged her back easily, and she was flat on her back again.

She threw a hand up to press her temple with a grimace. She felt dizzy. “S-something is wrong. You did something…”

“I didn’t,” he corrected. “But yes, your drink was spiked.”

He positioned her limp body like a doll so her back pressed onto his chest. Then he ripped off her flimsy tank top and grabbed hold of her round tits, one in each hand. “No…” She clawed at his strong arms uselessly and tears started falling.

He groaned at the feeling of her soft tits filling his large hands. He had been watching these toys bounce around on the dance floor. She was fun-sized, which was typical for East Asian women; but her ample rack looked spectacular on her small frame. And she knew. She knew what it did to men when she smiled up at them all shyly, yet paraded those tits around braless in a thin tank top.

Now, he tugged at each hard nipple, and she yelped loudly, her body trembling, her little ass rubbing on his erection. The drug made her weak and dizzy, but also incredibly sensitive. He twisted and tugged her nipples sadistically, and her hands that had wanted to push him away now grabbed at air on the bedsheet, her chest thrusting outward.

Charlotte’s head was completely blank. Thoughts no longer existed, only sensations. Her tits…her hard nipples being toyed with, tugged, pinched by this stranger…sent electrifying pleasure throughout her entire body. She didn’t realize when she started moaning like a willing participant, pushing her chest out further for him to play with; her pussy started getting warm, wet and needy.

“Be honest. You dressed like that and showed off your tits to everyone at the bar,” he whispered in her ear lowly, his blond curls tickling her. “You knew what you were doing.”

“N-no…”

“No?” He parted her slim legs and ran a finger down her slit through her panties. Her legs quivered in response. He ran the finger up and down, passing her little clit each time, and his other hand tugged her nipple again. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back on his shoulder; her legs shook as she lifted her pelvis to meet his teasing finger on her pussy. “Slut.”

After some torturous teasing, Bowen pushed her down onto the bed on her stomach. Subdued by the drug and growing arousal, Charlotte lay passively as he removed the rest of her clothes and secured each of her limb to a corner of the bed. Bowen then took off his own clothes, all the while eyeing his pretty prize. Spreadeagle, prone, drugged, compliant.

He rubbed the tip of his hard cock along the opening of her slit…Charlotte whimpered softly in anticipation, when abruptly he moved the tip of his cock up – against her tight asshole. Her eyes flew open wide as she hastily protested, “No…not there…” She crawled forward in panic, but the cuffs on the ankles gave her no room to move.

He laughed at her struggles while squirting some lube on his hard cock. “Good girls get fucked in their pussy, Charlotte. Filthy sluts like you get fucked in the ass.” He pinned her down by her upper back and pushed his cock in her ass. The tip of his cock went in; she screamed and thrashed, but his hand held her down, unmoving.

“Keep moving and I’ll push it all the way in,” he growled. This hole is fucking tight. She sobbed but stopped moving. Then he moved again, further in, slowly.

“Please, please,” she begged urgently. “Gentle, please…”

“Gentle?” He repeated, a smirk forming on his lips. This was good development. Not stop, but gentle. He chuckled. “You want to enjoy it? Tell me you want to enjoy it.”

Charlotte put her head down in shame.

He then knocked the large pillows in front of her to the floor. Charlotte hadn’t noticed – in front of her, between the bed and the wall hung a large mirror.

“Look in the mirror. Tell me you want to enjoy it,” he instructed and thrust his hips ever-so-slightly.

With the threat of his large cock ramming into her tiny asshole, she complied. She looked into the mirror…met his sharp blue eyes in the reflection and whispered, “I want to enjoy it.”

“Enjoy what?”

Her face flamed. She cast her eyes down again. “G-getting fucked in the ass.” It was barely a whisper.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He withdrew his cock – gave her a breather – squirted more lube onto her asshole, and inserted again. This time steady and slow. He ran a hand up and down her lower back, loving how her hips curved into a small waist. “Relax your ass if you want to enjoy it.”

Charlotte took several deep breaths, this time anticipating the insertion. She pushed her ass muscles to open them, and felt his hard cock enter…it was thick. She whimpered as his large cock stretched her canal.

Bowen sank his cock into her ass inch by inch, and finally hit balls deep. “Fuck!” He stayed still, allowing her asshole to adjust. He listened to her breathing slowly turn from ragged to even.

“Good girl,” he praised. “You’ve done this before. You know how to take it in the ass.” The way she made her ass muscles relax for his cock – not an anal virgin. “You little anal slut.”

And when he started pumping her tight ass, she began moaning again. He gripped her waist and pulled her from prone to doggy-style; he wanted to see her squarely in the mirror, and he wanted her to see herself, tits swinging back and forth while getting ass-fucked. His strokes turned long and deep in her ass, and she whined, “…oh god…oh god…it’s so big…it’s so big…” He grabbed a handful of her full breast and kept pounding. Her cries turned high-pitched, yet she kept her asshole open for him, crying on his big cock like a broken slut.

He looked down at where they were connected. Her ass was a fucking mess, gaping open each time he pulled his cock back, with messy white cream around her asshole and the base of his cock, and --- he took a peek below her asshole and almost saw red. Not from anger, but from aggressive, unrestrained arousal. He reached a hand down and found her dripping pussy. “Your pussy is making a mess on my bed, whore.”

He continued fucking her greedy ass and wiped his wet fingers on her face. She whimpered in humiliation, but only descended further into depraved pleasure. The humiliation, his big cock in her ass, and she could see herself in the mirror, her ruthless assailant…jaw clenched, iron grip on her ass cheeks, muscular body taking what he wanted…He pulled her hair then, the fucking relentless…and she knew she would beg him to keep fucking her if he had stopped then. At some point her eyes rolled back, and she could no longer hold any coherent thoughts. She moaned and cried; Bowen slapped her bouncing tits, slapped her ass, called her a cock drunk slut. And she said, yes, yes…whatever he said, she would say yes.

At last he groaned loudly, his final thrusts deeper and more unforgiving and she squealed in a mix of agony and euphoria. His cock pulsated far down inside her; her upper body plopped down onto the bed heavily, but her ass stayed up…

When he finally withdrew his cock from her ass, he parted her ass cheeks crudely and commanded, “Push.” She whimpered softly as white cum sputtered from her spasming gaped asshole. Her pussy had leaked juices down her thighs. “Your cunt is soaked, whore.” He mocked and shoved two fingers inside. She mewled in response as her body convulsed. Then he withdrew his fingers and she collapsed into the prone position again, panting with her brains fucked out.

Moments passed by before her hips were lifted again and a hard cock plunged all the way into her drenched little cunt, merciless and balls deep. She screamed, both in pain and pleasure, then reflexively tried to crawl away to no avail. And then screamed more when she realized that Bowen was standing next to her. Her head instantly filled with dread, she looked up; the mirror showed a reflection of her – head down ass up, and another man – with dark curly hair – behind her, with a satisfied grin on his face.

Bowen whispered in her ear, watching her horrified expression in the mirror, “My buddy Jay and I were watching you at the bar, and we decided that if you came home with us, I would get your ass and he would get your pussy. He slipped something in your drink, by the way.”

The waterworks returned, and she tried to crawl away again, only to be stopped by the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Jay pulled her back by the waist, sending his cock further down her wet pussy. She gasped, eyes wide and mouth open as Jay started fucking her pussy hard and deep. The needy moans broke out of her almost immediately, and both men laughed.

Charlotte knew she was doomed – and her body accepted that fact with delight. Her body, drugged and sensitive, first teased mercilessly by Bowen, then her pussy neglected cruelly while her ass got filled. Now her pussy finally got the attention it needed, a big cock delving into it hard and fast, back and forth. Head down, ass up, her big tits swung, hard nipples grazing the bedsheet over and over.

“Little slut, you like that?” Jay breathed, his hips pumping. “You’re so messy.” He teased, watching her used asshole and flooding pussy.

“Yes…yes…” Her eyes rolled back again, her mind lost in the incapacitating pleasure. Her mind knew nothing other than that she needed to be used. Her pussy needed to be used. Her ass had needed to be used. Her body had wanted these cocks…

At some point Bowen pulled her head up to look at him, and her hazy brown eyes focused to find him pointing his phone at her. He was recording a video. Her brain sounded an alarm – a weak alarm, buried by the pleasure that her body was receiving – don’t let him do that.

“Does it feel good, little slut?” Bowen's hand found her nipple, giving it a hard pinch and tug.

She lost focus again, moaning and eyes rolling back, her pussy still taking the punishing strokes from Jay’s big hard cock. “Y-yes…yes…it’s so good…so good…”

Bowen laughed and walked around them, pointed his phone at her drenched pussy and abused asshole, making sure that he recorded it all…her swinging tits, cock drunk face, desperate moans…

“Hey,” Bowen pulled her hair harshly and she whimpered; she had lost focus… “I said – do you like getting fucked in both holes?”

Charlotte smiled up at the phone sweetly. “Yes…yes…”

“Then thank us for fucking you in both holes.”

Uncertainty crossed her face.

Bowen’s hand found her sensitive tits again…fondling and tugging her swollen nipples, making her shake and whimper. “Charlotte,” he coaxed seductively. “Thank us like a good girl.”

The words good girl spread warmth deep inside her pelvis, making her squeeze Jay’s cock tight. “T-thank you for fucking me in both holes,” she whimpered.

Bowen spat at her then. Spit landed on her pretty face, and she was wide-eyed, shocked, degraded. She didn’t even have time to register offense, then Bowen worked to uncuff her wrists and ankles.

“Flip her over,” he said. Jay withdrew from her momentarily and flipped her onto her back. She whimpered at the emptiness of her cunt…then he plunged right back in.

Now unbound, Charlotte looked down at her cunt fixedly as Jay’s large cock pumped in and out, mesmerized…when Bowen suddenly reached out a hand and rubbed rapidly across her little clit. Her filthy noises started again, clutching the bedsheet tightly with both hands as tension built in her pelvis.

“Yes,” Jay hissed. “Dumb little bitch, take this cock.”

The harsh words made her cunt hungrier and she mewled again.

“C’mon, pathetic filthy girl,” Bowen sneered, ramping up his hand motions on her engorged clit. “Show us how you cum while getting fucked.”

 “Fuck fuck fuck…” Jay sped up the fucking, ramming into her tight cunt punitively. Bowen’s hand kept on, relentless. Just like that, with spit on her cute face, eyes rolled back, she started rocking her hips uncontrollably against her perpetrators and screaming nasty words. Fuck…fuck…yes…please…I’m coming…please…please…

Jay abruptly withdrew his cock and pushed it in her face. He cursed loudly and then a hot load of cum defiled her slutty face in ropes, onto her dark hair, into her open mouth. Bowen ensured to capture her cum-covered face with his phone.

Charlotte collapsed on her back and lay meekly, catching her breath. The men watched her stunned, messy face, pleased with their prize.

Then they left her. Someone went into the shower – she heard the water. Bowen came back with a bottle of water and towel. He placed the water on the night table and threw the towel at her.

“You have 30 minutes. Gather yourself, take a shower. We’re not done with you for the night,” he announced.

Charlotte sat up, alarmed. The effects of the drug had now largely faded. She was hyper aware of her state…used, cummed in, cummed on…and she had enjoyed every minute of it. Tears filled her brown eyes. “Please…let me go. I won’t tell the police…”

Adorable. Bowen laughed. “Tell the police what?” He turned his phone around to show her the screen. The woman on the screen had her eyes rolled back, her body rocking back and forth, making obscene noises, tits bouncing gloriously. She told the camera – it felt good…she liked getting fucked in both holes. “You going to show the cops this?”

Her tears spilled over, but her body…reacted strangely to the lewd video.

“Aw,” Bowen said mildly. He tugged her hair to lift her head up again. “Let me give you some advice. First, it turns me on when you cry. Second, we like submissive sluts, so we can play nice, really nice, if you’re a good girl. But be a brat and we’ll get very mean real quick.”

She pushed a sob down and swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Did you hear me?” Still holding her hair tightly, he gave a slight shake of her head.

She nodded.

“Good girl. Go shower.”

Still misty-eyed, yet her used cunt twitched again at the thought of the rest of the night.