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 enough 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 park in full slut regalia.

Jordan just couldn’t help herself but to give them anything they wanted. Ignored her whole life she was desperate for attention. To her these are the only people to ever be really nice and supportive to her. She wanted them to like her so badly and it never crossed her mind that they might take advantage of an eager young girl.

Unable to hear anything but her own reverberating heartbeat, Jordan was experiencing the most powerful adrenaline rush of her young life. What they chose for her to wear was far bolder than she anticipated. It made her acutely aware of where she was going, what she was doing. What kind of men would send her something like this?

Looking in the rearview mirror her reflection shows the stark contrast of Jordans heavy makeup paired with the slutty accessories and obscured by her filthy wet panties. It was the most effort she had ever put into her makeup and she was awfully proud. To see herself this way was disturbing. A seed of uncertainty began to plant itself inside her mind. Not wanting to kill the vibe she decides to just go along with it. Besides, the feeling of being crudely dominated this way turned her on more than she could have imagined. Maybe she should at least set some ground rules when she arrives though. Come up with a safe word and some boundaries like no filming or anything gross. If anything their choice of outfit shows how pent up they must be. Jordan thinks. They are probably as nervous as I am. This is a chance for us all to experience our deepest passions. Oohh I really hope they enjoy me!

Continuously shifting in her seat Jordan tries to alleviate the discomfort of the anal beads hanging out of her ass. Clinging tightly to her body the wet booty shorts rub her skin raw as she moves. Dizzy off her own musk as vaginal discharge coats her nostrils, the only thing she can smell or taste. She is so distracted that it takes a second for her to notice the car next to her at the red light.

Streets are well lit in this area and when Jordan turns her head she sees the car is filled with boys her age and they all have their phones out filming and taking pictures of her. Quickly she turns her head away from them praying she was fast enough and couldn’t be recognized given her current state. Blushing profusely her body went hot causing her to sweat. They looked like guys who go to her school. Their gaze burned like the sun and there was nothing she could do but avoid looking at them while waiting for the light to turn green. Whistles and laughter battered Jordans defenses, filling her with dread. Come on, come on! This light has been red for an eternity!

Eventually it turns green and Jordan sped off. However the encounter will leave her shaken for the rest of the drive. As her anxiety builds she feels more and more exposed, easily violated, and ridiculed. Despite her arousal she is sane enough to be aware that it would ruin her life if she was caught dressed up like this. Oh why did they have to choose this as what she would wear?! Never having shown her body to anyone in real life before the thought of showing up to a house full of strangers in this fashion causes her much distress.

Parked vehicles line the curb on both sides. This local neighborhood is positively packed with cars. Calm down Jordan, now's not the time for second thoughts. Deep bass music thumps menacingly from one of the houses. She refers to the gps. Yup, that's the house. Of course it is. Looks like an absolute rager is going on in there. She knew there would likely be a lot of people. Hoped there would be. Didn’t realize it would be a party. Jordan had never been to a party of any size before, let alone something like this. Honestly she expected a bunch of guys to be awkwardly waiting around for her arrival.

Driving up to the house she looked for a spot to park but didn’t find any. The driveway was full and they didn't seem to bother saving her a spot. Suddenly her heart burst out of her chest. There were plenty of men on the porch, smoking, drinking, chatting. They all began to watch as she drove by. Over half were wearing masks. Like scary halloween masks of zombies, monsters and serial killers. The ones that didn’t have masks appeared much older than her. Is this the right place?

Finding a spot a little ways off Jordan parked her car and took a deep breath in an attempt to work up her courage. Flooding her senses with the scent of her pussy. Uh oh, now she’s even more hyperconscious of her situation. Of how soaked and nasty her panties are because she spent all day thinking about getting gangbanged by complete strangers she found on the internet. Of how she is wearing those potent, visibly soiled panties on her head right now like a desperate lunatic, on her way to meet them. Of how she is dressed like a sex doll literally asking to get raped.

Jordan’s breath became heavy, husky pants. She began to shake. Whether from fear, indignity, or aphrodisia she could not tell. The more debased, conflicted, and mortified the situation made her the more her kinks got the better of her. It was like being possessed. Absent-mindedly, she unbuckled her seatbelt and the sound made her jump. She didn’t even realize she was taking it off. Since her outfit didn’t really have any pockets she put her phone, wallet, and keys away in a tiny black leather purse she had in her car.

Cool night wind kissed exposed skin as Jordan left the safety of her car. Her oiled up body shone bright in the moonlight making pale flesh glow and glisten. Paired with the glowing “Rape Me” hearts over her nipples she was out of place profligate beacon in this unassuming suburban neighborhood. Heels forced her to walk with a strut causing plenty of jiggle in that decadent body of hers. Insecure, Jordan couldn’t help but to try and cover up with her arms. Problem was there’s too much to cover. Her tits bounced with every step, nipples slipping right out of their meager concealment. Jordan was constantly fiddling with the bikini. Leash dangled between her breasts like some odd necklace. Hyper aware of everything around her, Jordan thought she saw people in every window. Eyes watching her disapprovingly. Muffled bass music was pierced with the sharp Click-Clack of her heels. The whole neighborhood must have been able to hear those heels. Jordans inner thighs rubbed against each other as she walked. That combined with being pushed through the cutout turned them pink and oh so sensitive. Feeling like a cock posed for penetration, Jordans sling dug into her vulva and pressed against the threshold of her vaginal canal . Every step stimulated her clit. Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack. She bites her lower lip, little moans escaping under her breath. “Hmphhh… Ooohh… Uhm…” Ass and thighs rippled, anal beads flopping out of her ass like a wagging tail. Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack.

Time slowed, the house was some distance away. Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack. Jordan’s mind spun. Seeing all those guys wearing masks made her much more nervous than before. Are they trying to frighten her? Do they not want her to recognize their faces? Oh shit, what are they going to do to her when they see she came her shorts!? There are so many! All that just for her? The thought of so many men showing up made her pussy ache yet… such social situations terrified her. Perhaps it was all in her head but the bass music seemed to take on an ominous, threatning tone.

This public walk uttery overmastered Jordans senses. Everything made her want to cry, flee in terror, yet dichotomously had her creaming those already wet shorts she’s wearing. Red flags fed into her fetishes. Bass music got louder as she neared the house. Front porch came into view and she saw everyone outside laughing, drinking, smoking, and watching her with intent.

Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack. Jordan could feel all the eyes on her. Shamelessly they ogled her up and down, probing her body, assessing her looks, noting the ridiculous outfit. They looked smug, pleased, and most of all hungry. Whistles and vulger remarks began to rain down on her. “Mmm comere baby… I can't wait to get my hands on you.” “Look at that whore body jiggle, mmmhh.” “Holy shit did you piss yourself!? You guys see that? Or could she not contain yourself thinking about getting raped by all of us?” “No see how filthy her panties are? That is definitely from squirting. I didn’t know women came as slutty as this one.” “See how fucking stupid she looks! Hahaha!” “We’ll make you pay for braking your promise you dumb bitch!” “She looks so much sexier this way.” “A bunch of us have been saving up our cum over the last month for you!” Emotional and overwhelmed Jordan’s own eyes began to water without her even noticing. Too focused on the beads in her ass, the pressure on her pussy, her exposed body flaunted in front of these rakish spectators. Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack. She wanted to cover herself, hide her shame. Wished she could stop this damn body from jiggling so damn much. They seemed rowdy and drunk. Unpredictable. She was scared of what they would do in retaliation for her cumming. How long have they been partying for while waiting on her?

Ascending the steps Jordans legs went numb. Abashed she covered her mouth with her hands, fighting the urge to hide her entire face as it flushed red and hot. Breathing became a cross between hyperventilation and lustful panting. Body becoming hypersensitive as blood rushed to her skin. As she walked onto the porch her mercilessly degrading, revealing attire made her feel so defenseless among all these strange men. Who appeared to want nothing more than to dig into her exposed flesh. Immediatly some of them positioned themselves between her and the stairs, surrounding and cutting off her exit, making her feel even more helpless.

Jordan was a sight to behold, looking so crazy she actually intimidated alot of the guys there. Besides the outfit, which most of them didn’t even expect her to show up in (or at all), Jordans eyes were dialated, wet, and wild looking. Blushing feverishly, panting, moaning, and absently rubbing her thighs together like she was about to explode just standing there. Speaking of which, the girl looked like she recently pissed herself and the panties on her head were soaked and covered in her creamy white grool. Taking in the scene they stared at her dumbfounded. Jordan figured they were trying to intimidate her, but in actuality they were truly speechless seeing her up close.

Disquieted by this silence Jordan attempted to introduce herself. “H-h-he-heyy.” Oh god! Jordan thought to herself as social anxiety began to make her tremble. There were ALOT more people here than she thought there would be and was crumbling under all the eyes on her. “I-I-I-I’m Jor-Ayeee” she yelps as she feels hands from behind on her stomach and throat pulling her into an embrace. The man growls directly into her ear sending shivers and goosebumps all over her body. “A fine fucking piece of meat” he finishes the sentence for her. His warm fat body envelops her own feeling quite nice in contrast to the cool night air. Forcing her face up to meet him Jordan locks eyes with the man. At least in his late 50s liver spots dotted his balding head and his breath reeked of booze and cigarettes. So much so she could smell it through her soiled panties. Abruptly he kissed her, deeply, parting her juicy lips with his tongue and exploring her wet youthful mouth. At first she just took it, being caught off guard. But then it hit her what was happening. My first kiss!

Heart fluttering Jordan kissed him back with wild desperation. Unpracticed she aggressively darted her tongue all over the man's mouth even licking between gaps in his teeth. Normally the stink and taste would make her gag but being so worked up she drank it all in unfazed. With passion she cradled his head in her arms and melted with the embrace.

The man felt her up as they kissed. Running his hands across her stomach and squeezing her tits under the thin heart shaped slips of fabric covering them. His breath quickened as he relished her thick young body. Jordan could sense his excitement, and felt his cock harden against her ass. Having never been touched in such a manner before the skin to skin contact made her squirm in his arms. This moment felt like it lasted an eternity. Until a sharp yank of her leash ripped her out of his grasp and into anothers.

“Ahhhh!” Jordan shouts. Her tits fall out and bounce around as she’s torn from one man to another. Stumbling in those heels, she’s grabbed by a man who promptly shoves his tongue down her throat. Within moments the rest swarm her like some undead horde. As soon as she finishes swapping spit with one another forces himself upon her. Then another. Fighting over her, they grab the back of her string bikini, her leash, her hair, even the beads in her ass, pulling her from one man to the next. Waiting impatiently for their turn others grope her sensitive bits greedily. Inner thighs so exposed and displayed become prime targets as hands knead them like dough, gripping the tender fatty flesh painfully as if trying to tear off a piece. Hands crawl across her stomach and, upon discovering doing so makes her thrash and giggle to their delight, dig into and finger her navel. Breasts are tugged in many different directions as men fight for possession of them. And her poor nipples, far too sensitive for the situation, are pinched, pulled, rubbed, sucked and nibbled raw.

Jordan is experiencing sensory overload, can hardly breathe, and is increasingly worried about how fast the situation escalated. Too much! She thinks. It’s all way way too much. A safe word! I need a safe word. And to make some boundaries before this is taken too far!! Panicked, she tries to push them off her. Flailing her arms she has limited success getting some of the guys to leave her body alone, giving her a slight but very welcome reprieve. She's about to pull away from the man currently jamming his tongue down her throat when her hands are caught mid and wrenched behind her back to be bound tightly with rope. No. What are they doing!?

Defenseless Jordan can only wriggle and writhe hoping their hands slide off her slick oiled up body. Hands slip effortlessly underneath her already unbuttoned booty shorts. They fall to her knees getting caught on the beads hanging out her ass. Somehow she managed to spit out the tongue assaulting her mouth. “STOP! STOP!” she cries, the tears welling in her eyes finally spilling over to fall down her face. Her legs are held open as fingers probe her pussy and clit. “PLEASE STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I CAN’T! I-I-I I’M CUMMING UNGHHH OHHHH!” She spasms in their arms, probably would have fallen in those heels if not for all the hands on her. “We haven’t even started yet hahaha!” They don’t give her a second of reprieve. In the throes of orgasm she continues to get passed around.

Jordan you slut. Damnit! Why did you cum just now!? Realizing her peril she tries to tell them to stop through her orgasm. “NO! UNGHH NOOO! PLEASE! NOO-. Abruptly her cries are cut off as a ball gag is inserted in her open mouth. “Mmphh mmm mmmmhhh!”

Restrained, gagged and totally helpless Jordan can do naught but jiggle in defense. A man nibbling on her ear whispers into it. “Shut up cunt. We all know you love this hahaha.” Jordan tries to resist and tell him he's wrong but all she manages to do is drool on herself through the gag. Then as fingers hooked into her g-spot she came again to her disbelief. The mans smug laugh directly in her ear triggered something within Jordan and she again felt the overwhelming and wholly unique sensation of crying during orgasm.

The leash tugged her forward. Jordan looked up to see that at some point the door was opened and she was now being dragged through it. Like the maw of some great roaring beast bass music blared from within. Many, many, many more men could be seen inside, eagerly awaiting her. Oooh fuuuuuck! Jordan freaked. She tried to stop herself from being dragged in, pulled against the leash despite it choking her. A hard SMACK on her bare ass cheek sent her stumbling forward hobbled by the heels and the booty shorts around her knees. No. Nooo. She thought to herself.

Jordan couldn’t believe how foolish she was. Of course she was going to be to be raped for real. Gang raped by a bunch of strangers who probably couldn’t believe how lucky they were to find a girl as stupid as her. If only she stayed a good Christian girl like her parents wanted. The worst part was that it all set off her fetishes. She tried to fight it, to fight them, but when another SMACK on her bare bottom sent her wobbling forward she came once more, this time squirting. Everyone cheered and laughed at her. Hobbling, thighs shaking, she was dragged, slowly but surely, with her shorts around her knees, her panties over her head, gagged with her hands tied behind her back, crying and cumming, heart racing, through the threshold of that door, to be enveloped in deep bass and roaring applause. The door slammed shut behind her, with the clear metallic clink of the deadbolt locking her in.