Izzy felt numb as Kyle pulled her leggings over her hips, then arse, and thighs, and down to her ankles, all in rough jerking movements. His words reverberated in her head. Air hit the front of her knickers for the first time, and she felt how wet she'd made them. She didn't move to stop her new defiler, or encourage him. She just lay there with the scent of cum curdling in her mouth and nose still. She realised that she was powerless to stop whatever happened next, from whoever wanted her. While Kyle struggled to pull her leggings over her trainers, Izzy lay in that sticky puddle and wallowed in the epiphany that she needed to be used like this, revelled in how much it melted her brain but made her heart race.

He pulled her leggings free of her body at last, and looked her up and down predatorily. She just stared up at him. When he reached for her underwear she asked him quietly, “Are you going to fuck me now?”

He paused, then nodded, and pulled her sodden knickers down her legs too. They bunched up and rolled around themselves so that they were just a damp, twisted string when he tossed them to one side. He immediately explored her shaved mound and dripping cunt with rough fingers. Izzy sighed out her relief that finally someone was touching her down there. She spread her legs for him and soaked in the pleasure and shame surrounding her. Kyle stuck two thick fingers inside her cunt and they sank inside her with no resistance. She already felt stretched and overstimulated. She groaned as more anticipatory images flashed into her head. She imagined the head of a thick cock penetrating deep inside her. She felt the sting of palms on her ass cheeks. Her hips bucked at the idea of being held down forcibly as this man bred her.

A shadow fell across her, and she opened her eyes in surprise. Another man was bending over her. Someone else. Another stranger touching her without asking, or even introducing themselves… Her cunt clamped down on Kyle's fingers as the thought sent a jolt through her nervous system.

The new guy had short hair and a large nose, which dripped sweat onto her as he leaned down to grab her breasts. The roughness of it made her groan. He hefted her flesh like he was weighing her up, evaluating some attribute of livestock. He felt how snug her sports top was to her skin, and grunted in annoyance. Then he let go of her tits, gripped the material of the top itself, and tore it.

The noise was loud and it shocked Izzy completely. As her boobs spilled out of the confinement her eyes went wide at his boldness. She couldn't believe they were just doing whatever they wanted. She couldn't believe she was letting them.

The newcomer resumed his groping, his hand hot against her exposed skin. Kyle shifted a thumb up to rub against her clit as he started to finger her in earnest. Her back arched off the floor involuntarily, pressing more of her hair into the cum and spit on the floor. She was on fire, burning under the silent rape of her body by two guys she barely knew. She looked to the side and saw some more people clustered around them. She saw the bulges straining in their shorts, and the lust and hunger and astonishment and disgust in their eyes. One girl had a hand down her own leggings and was rapidly frigging herself off as she watched. Izzy felt herself losing what little control she had left. She was just a public whore to stare at and touch. Here, where she'd spent so much time sculpting her body and feeling empowered…

Her noises must have betrayed how highly strung she was, and how worked up she was getting. Kyle started pistoning his fingers in and out of her needy hole. The other guy switched to pinching her hard little pink nipples painfully with one hand, and the othe the wrapped around her neck. She wailed desperately and nodded her head at them.

“Open your mouth.”

She did as commanded, and then flinched as the stranger spat into her mouth.

“Dirty bitch. Are you cumming? Just cumming your slutty brains out? Fuck, you’re such a dirty slut.”

Her eyebrows knitted together and all she could do was nod and convulse and then scream.

“Oh fuck. She's cumming. Look at her. That's it, bitch, cum for us.”

She came for them, and for herself, and for the knotty ball of confused desperation in her core at being so publicly humiliated. Izzy’s body quivered and shook with the force of release blazing through her. It felt like her whole body lifted off the floor and the hand around her throat was the only thing keeping her in one place. She knew she was making animalistic noises and contorting, but the pressure was undeniable and needed release.

When her shameful climax started to subside it felt like she hadn't breathed or been aware of anything outside of herself for hours. Like waking up again. Except waking up mostly naked in front of a group of her peers, leaking out of her holes and being physically violated at the same time. So maybe not an entirely typical awakening…

Izzy noticed how wet it felt between her legs, and was momentarily horrified that she'd peed herself. Her thighs were soaked and she could feel liquid running trails down her skin. Her cunt sounded slick and obscene as Kyle slowly teased and moved his fingers inside of her. Little orgasmic aftershocks rippled out from the sensation. It was embarrassing to hear and to see their movements. She loved it. She wanted more. Did she even really care if she had pissed herself? Would it really be any worse than this?

That realisation felt incredibly freeing. Her mind still held the shame and humiliation and degradation, but the screaming part of her mind telling her to run away, or just asking her what the fuck she was doing, she let go of. She still felt the pangs of guilt and shocked shame, but she felt she could use it to feed the new hunger for degradation that burned inside her. At least for now, she felt in control enough to relinquish her fear. And she knew that right now she needed to be fucked. She was too far gone to care about anything else.

Izzy didn't want to stop the two young men forcing pleasure out of her, but she had to get up. Her knees shaking and arms feeling weak, she sat up. Kyle withdrew his fingers from her hot cunt and spread slippery fingers down her legs as he watched her. The guy with the big nose also pulled back a little. As Izzy got to her feet they both stayed in close proximity though, standing up tall and with a kind of primal possessiveness to their stances. She felt like they were marking their territory. Or staking their claim to own and use her first. She felt goosebumps ripple up her arms. She imagined crowds of men lining up to fuck her, fighting over her and surrounding her until she couldn't see or smell or hear anything but them.

Her breasts were still exposed but the ripped sports bra was still tight across her shoulders and ribs. Apart from that, and her trainers, she was completely naked. Her hair probably looked a mess. It felt gross. She bet she looked tired and unclean and whorish. She'd never felt sexier.

She looked around at the people still gawping at this unexpected orgy. She didn't struggle to meet their gaze this time. Many of them stared at her with wide eyes and mouths either falling open in shock, or panting with lust. They all wanted her too, she knew it.

With a straight back she walked over to the Roman chair, a name she'd only recently learned for the slanted seat she used to hold her lower body still whilst hinging her torso up and down to build core and back strength. The room watched her go. She stepped her ankles inside the supports and leaned forwards. Her hips and thighs touched cold leather. When she adjusted her position a little, the wetness expelled from her messy cunt made sticky sucking noises. There was nothing to support her arms or upper body but the strength of her muscles. Muscles exposed to the leers of everyone in the gym.

She waited, and no one spoke or made a sound. They all looked to her, and she looked to the two guys who had forced her to orgasm on the floor. Kyle lifted his eyebrow at her position and sauntered over to her. She saw the outline of his erection tenting out from his shorts. It was all for her… He circled her once and then stepped up behind to grab two handfuls of her firm ass. Izzy released the air from her lungs and closed her eyes. After a moment of bathing in the sensations of being fondled and stared at, she turned her head back to look over her shoulder at him. She made sure to speak up so that the whole room would hear her clearly.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?”

His answer was a low growl and a sudden step in behind her so that she could feel his hardness pressing urgently against her. His thick forearms were hot against her skin as he wrapped her up in a possessive embrace. He pulled her head upwards until her neck stretched painfully back towards him.

“Of course I'm gonna fuck you. That's the only thing sluts like you are good for.”

Izzy melted a little at his words, but there was no time for self indulgence because her ass was on fire from powerful spanks slamming into her exposed buttocks. These were no gentle, warm-up slaps either. Her whole body rocked forwards and pain lanced through her, mingling with intense pleasure until she couldn't distinguish one from the other. Then a pause and Kyle's hands were roughly pulling at her ass cheeks, squeezing sensitive flesh and pulling her apart to expose her aching fuckholes. Her pussy was begging to be stuffed full, but she would have taken any attention she could get in that moment. The last thought she had before hard cock filled her pussy and mind, was a detached curiosity about how much their audience had seen of her. Would she ever be able to walk into this gym again and not find someone who'd seen her holes glistening with her own cum before getting fucked?

Kyle and Izzy both groaned heavily as he sank into her. He gave her a couple of seconds to adjust to his girth as he shifted around the gym equipment and the odd angle. Then he started moving his hips and the grip of his hands and the force of his thrusts told her that she wouldn't be getting any respite until he was done with her. Her eyes briefly crossed at the sensations of his thick cock stretching her out. She could hear his torso slapping into her firm ass, and feel his balls do something similar to her cunt. It was incredible and the eyes of everyone in the room only multiplied the experience.

Her body was young, strong and she had taken plenty of dick before, but the angle of incline and lack of upper body support meant she was totally at his mercy. Her body rocked with each thrust, and she couldn't even roll her ass or thrust back against him. All she could do was take it.

After a few minutes of panting and raw pounding, Izzy found herself dipping down lower as her concentration and abdominal strength wanted. If she let go completely she would be folded in half and might even topple over completely. She fought to keep aligned as closely to parallel to the floor as possible. Her blood sang with exertion and lust for the sensations pulsing out from the hard cock smashing her pussy. She didn't want him to ever stop fucking her, but she also needed a break or a change of position. But she also knew that she had no control over the situation. She'd put herself here, and she'd be allowed to move when he was done with her.

Then, without warning, pain.

From the unsteady lolling as she fought to stay upright, Izzy's head was abruptly pulled upwards by her hair. She hissed in pain and surprise, and looked up into the face of the guy who'd ripped her bra open. His lip was curled in an ugly smirk as he watched her discomfort. But she didn't have time to say anything or glean anything further from him before his cock hit her in the face. The shock made her blink in confusion stupidly. He laughed at her expression and kept slapping his cock against her cheek and mouth while he held her head up at the right height by the hair.

Sharp pain tingled at one end of her body, and rough flooding pleasure came from the other. She felt drunk and woozy as the physical sensations mingled with the humiliation and shame from this violation happening in front of her peers. She loved a man seizing control and ownership of her body. She loved being talked down to and treated without respect. But she'd never imagined other people would see it. The private made public. Her humiliation being amplified a hundredfold by the exposure. She moaned gutterally and twisted her mouth to try and take the cock into her mouth. She needed to be full. She needed more.

He was happy to oblige, and soon Izzy was rocking backward and forwards, impaled on two throbbing cocks lubricated only by her own fluids. She let the momentum of Kyle's rigourous pounding jolt her entire body forwards and slid her lips and tongue up and down the strangers shaft in a jerking rhythm. The slapping noises were accompanied by wet gurgles and gagging now, filling the room with her natural sounds. It felt good to hear nothing but the grunting and breathing of the two guys manhandling her, and the sounds of her own holes being used to service them.

Big Nose had pulled his shorts down to his ankles, so Izzy’s nails dug into the skin of his ass as she tried to steady herself. His skin was slightly slippery with sweat, but warm to the touch and firm. Deliciously firm. She made humming noises of approval that she hoped would convey her appreciation of his bum. It drowned in her throat as his cock hammered into the back of her mouth.

He seemed to grow dissatisfied with the uneven rhythm her body was channeling. He took a step back, pulled her head a little lower and started to thrust himself into her mouth rather than let her dictate how she sucked his cock. She was getting fucked properly from both ends now, just suspended between them. Her abs burned with the effort of keeping her body held up to accommodate them both. It was the most euphoric workout she'd ever done.

Her tight pussy proved too much for Kyle. He moaned and increased his pace. The Roman chair clattered metallically but held firm under the impacts. Izzy could feel the urgency in his motion and the way he gripped her ass and hips possessively. But she was also trying to concentrate on not choking on the other cock thrusting inside her, and on staying as stable as she could and not crumple and collapse. This was the first time she'd taken two real dicks inside her at once. It was distracting and overwhelming. Without having the brain capacity to think it through fully, she just had the instinctual awareness that she was already addicted to it.

She didn't notice that Kyle was cumming inside her for a few seconds, she was so caught up in the moment and the numbing overstimulation of it all. Warmth pooled in her belly like a balloon of warm liquid had burst and flooded her insides. His fingers scratched painfully into her smooth flesh. Her eyes rolled at the sensation and realisation that she'd just been used as a cum dump in front of a room full of people. Then she froze; no condom… And she was swapping birth control pills. She couldn't remember how long she'd been off the pill, but it was only a couple of days, that'd probably be fine, right?

Kyle slapped her ass and sighed in between panting breaths.

“Fuck. She's so fucking tight. Fuck, man, that's good pussy. You like that, slut?”

Worry and shame and lust brought a whimpering edge to her moans of agreement. She couldn't say no. She loved it. The humiliation of it all made her clit feel like it was on fire, and she tried to rub herself against the leather hip rest to release the tension and desire there. She was just a slut. Taking strangers raw inside her slutcunt Infront of everyone. Just a dumb slut. She should be filled up with seed until it was leaking out of every hole. She wanted to say it out loud. To confess in front of all these people. To beg approval and show gratitude to the men who currently owned her. But she still had one hard cock to service, so she moaned and squealed and kept her mouth wide and wet for it.

Kyle pulled out of her with a squelch and his cum started flowing out of her and down her legss immedietly. It tickled her thighs and ran over the leather she was leaning against. Somehow she doubted he was going to follow proper wipedown procedure…

The other guy’s balls were slapping against her chin. His smell was flooding her nostrils. His pounding cock was barely letting in enough air for her to breathe. She held onto his hips and his bum for dear life. She had no control over the wet sounds her mouth and throat were making, but she didn’t care. She had to be the perfect hole for him. Just like she’d been for Kyle.

Abruptly he stopped and pulled out of her, leaving her gasping for air and drooling onto the floor like a dog. His cock pulsed and the thick veins running all over it throbbed. she stared at it and wondered if it was about to erupt all over her face. She stuck out her tongue.

Instead of painting her with his seed, he nodded and said, “Mmmm fuck. Her mouth is fucking hot too.” She couldn’t remember what he was responding to, or who he was talking to. She heard muttering on all sides, and noticed that the crowd were louder than they had been before. She’d only been concentrating on being a good fuckdoll for them both, she had no memory of anything else.

“Get up. Go and lie over there, I want to fuck you properly.”

The stranger was talking to her, pointing over towards a section mostly free of equipment, with just a couple of benches to one side and some matting covering the floor. Izzy nodded enthusiastically and pushed herself up and out of the roman chair. Her knees buckled and she wobbled awkwardly as blood rushed down into her extremities. She dipped a hand between her legs as she stood recovering for a second. Her pussy felt enflamed and tender, but oh so soft and incredible to touch. Kyle’s load dripped from her protruding pussy lips even as the trail ran down her leg too. She pressed her fingers against her sex and rubbed his cum into her clit and all through her folds. It felt so decadent and obscene to be doing it with all these eyes on her. She slowed down and moaned out loud, her head thrown back. Why not put on a little show for the audience.

It turns out one member of the audience reached their breaking point at this debacherous display. Someone touched Izzy’s arm tentatively. She flinched at the unexpected touch. She turned to see that same girl who had been openly masturbating whilst watching Izzy getting pouded. Short frizzy hair tied back in a ponytail, freckles and hazy brown eyes. the hand she was grabbing Izzy’s arm with was damp…

“Um… Can I… can I join in?” she almost whispered.

Izzy’s eyebrows shot up. She looked around her. The guy who wanted to fuck her properly was behind her, waiting. Kyle had retreated to sit on a bench, leaning back against a barbell. Smirking and watching her. No sign of the first guy who’d fucked her throat… Then just an assorted crowd still watching her and seemingly enjoying the show. And now this girl who wanted in on the action. It seemed like everytime someone used her, another person popped up to take their place! Would the whole room take their turn with her…? The thought sent a shiver down her spine and the answer was obvious to her.

“Yes, of course.”

The girl smiled, blushed and immiedtely put both hands on Izzy’s breasts. They both sighed in satisfaction. Izzy watched as the girl kneaded her flesh. First softly and curious, then becoming firmer and more urgent. Then she traced a halting trail down Izzy’s sweaty stomach, and gently slipped two fingers through the furrow of her cunt. She gasped and her grip tightened around Izzy’s breast. She stared into Izzy’s eyes with shock or horror or amazement. Then she let go and moved to the side.

“You’re so… soft. And wet. Oh my god. she said quietly. Seeing how Izzy blushed and breathed deeply at those words, her attitude changed. “Go on, lie down on the bench.”

Izzy raised another eyebrow at her tone, but did as they had both told her, lying down on the narrow bench with her knees at a 90 degree angle on either side. She turned to watch what her two lovers would do, and was just in time to see the girl pull down her leggings, step over Izzy’s head, and then sink her dripping cunt down to smother her face.

To be continued