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THE STARLET SLAVE 3
joypaine
3. The Party Gets Rough
There's an old African proverb that says that you should never slap a woman's
face while she has your prick in her mouth. Well, the same thing goes if a guy
is squeezing your tits. Jeff muttered that he could see that I needed a lesson
in obedience. And then he started squeezing for real.
One of the fellows holding my arms held a pillow over my mouth to stifle my
screams. And you can bet that I did scream. By the time that bastard had
squeezed my knockers for a couple of seconds, I was ready to do anything he
wanted. Anything at all. But he didn't give me a chance say so, of course. He
was was having too goddamn much fun. He kept up the pressure until I was sure I
was going to faint, and then he let up for a moment. But just for a moment. And
then he set up a sort of rhythm -- squeeze and relax and squeeze again -- that
hurt even worse.
And he was getting a real kick out of it. I could feel his prick getting hard
inside me. And then he kept up that damned rhythmic squeezing until my squirming
made him come.
Then he started whispering in my ear, just lying there inside me, punctuating
his words with more of those damned squeezes. He told me I could nod if I agreed
with him. And believe me, I nodded pretty damned enthusiastically. No more of
that squeezing for me, thank you.
Jeff told me that I was going to put out for all the boys -- not just the four
that were holding me down, but a real gang bang. But that wasn't all. After the
guys had finished with me, he pointed out, they wouldn't have much strength left
to satisfy their dates. So didn't I think it was only fair that I should French
the girls as well?
Fair? Shit, it was about the foulest thing that I could imagine, especially
since I knew that they'd be taking pictures of the whole orgy, and who knows
where they'd be showing the pictures around afterwards. But I wasn't in any
position to protest in the slightest. I just nodded my head as if he were
inviting me to the prom.
When Jeff had finally finished with the lesson, the four guys holding me marched
me into the bathroom. One of them held my arms behind my back, and two of the
others pried my legs apart, pinching my clit when I resisted. And the fourth did
the honors with the douche bag.
Then back to bed.
I got to know that path between the cunt room and the bathroom pretty damned
well over the next couple of hours. I'm sure that every guy in the house fucked
me at least once, and I counted at least three that came back for seconds. More
of them probably, but I lost count. Like the guy says, they all look alike in
bed.
And Jeff wasn't kidding abut the girls, either. They didn't all want to be
Frenched, but they were all delighted to watch, and four of them had me eat
them, while a couple of the guys paddled me, and did other cute little things,
like sticking their fingers into my cunt and asshole. Thank God they didn't fuck
my butt, though. I know that I would have just died if they had.