The Scoop
Excerpt from my short story Identity
The girl couldn't remember when she had been free, in any sense of the word.
Her world was tiny; she didn't know how tiny because she couldn't see it, or touch its edges. Her body was supported in a reclining position like a dentist's chair, but with her legs spread and strapped down. Her head was tipped back and strapped as well, encased almost in a hood that left her blind as well as helpless, and her arms were spread and strapped down, her fingers secured in an open fist.
And everywhere, everywhere, there were cocks -- hard, slippery, hot-with-friction cocks, fucking her in a maddeningly irregular rhythm. Cocks in her hands; a cock in her mouth, pushing into her throat until she gagged repeatedly (but she could not move away!); a cock in her sopping, dripping, aching cunt; a cock in her tight, bruised ass; and a cock between her breasts, which were strapped together to hold it there. If the girl had been able to think, she would have realized that all these cocks weren't real, but she couldn't think and so all she knew was that she was being fucked over and over and over in every hole she possessed and every way a girl could be fucked.
The fucking had been going on for a long time. At first, when she'd awakened to it, the girl had tried to struggle; but there was nowhere for her to go. She couldn't see or move her head or any of her limbs. She could move her hips, a little, but every movement she made only drove the relentless cocks further into her cunt and ass. It hurt and yet at the same time she could feel her cunt pulsing, her lips and clit engorging in need and pleasure. Why that might be, she didn't know; she couldn't think at all.
The girl couldn't think, not simply because of the relentless fucking, but because of her own voice in her head. Over and over, her own voice, soft and desperate-sounding, told her what she was and what she needed to have. With every phrase her body clenched and bucked in orgasm, driving the cocks deeper into her, and still the voice went on, repeating endlessly:
I am a slut.
I need cock.
I am a fucktoy.
I need to be fucked.
I am a cumhole.
I need cum in me and all over me.
I am a slut...
The girl didn't know why she could hear nothing but her own voice, nor why her voice was saying those words. The girl knew nothing but that every time the voice spoke, she came, over and over again. The girl knew nothing...