When you see him smirking you get so furious. And the name, Molly Mouffe (pronounced Muff), isn't even your own.
You shout angrily to him, "my name is . . ."
"Quiet," he commands sharply. "So the little slut needs some punishment does she?"
"Please no," you respond with a sinking feeling.
Off to the side you here someone talking to the guys who just fucked you, "look at all the clothes someone left on the stairs, some chick is walking around naked."
"Yeah man, we just fucked her, she's behind the stacks with some guy she must have blown," they respond.
"Cool, the other guy says, "lets go watch."
You have been bent over the table and your skirt has been pushed up exposing your ass. The geek's rough hands are yanking down your panties.
Smack. He slaps your bottom hard. Slap. "You guys want a piece of this?," he says. Soon they're taking turns. Slap. Slap. Slap. You're so embarrassed and you are liking it. You start to cry out
"More, More!!!"
"Yeah, take pictures, be sure to post 'm," you master says gleefully, she's my slut."
You feel so exposed. So bare. You spread your legs so everyone can get a closer look at your dripping cunt.
Slap, this time hard between your legs.
"AAAAAAAAh!," you moan in orgasm.
"No more panties, for a week slut," your master tells you, "and you can only bend from the waist for the rest of the night -- I want to make sure that everyone sees what a cumwhore you are." He tosses them to the new guy. "Now turn around and show your tits and pussy for the camera."
You do so, and are blushing furiously, as you're photographed. You find yourself sticking two fingers into your pussy. Soon you're frigging yourself violently.
"Puhpuhlease don't . . .," you start to stutter. Suddenly, you can say nothing. No words, no sound, nothing. With horror, you silently scream. And then, hitting you like a fuck or a fist you begin to hear voices inside your head lustily declaring "cum whore," "slut,""I want you to blow me in the middle of the quad in midday," "Hemingway sucks . . ." and the din in your head seems to be multiplying. Realizing what is happening, you start to focus the power on the thought of the thoughts of the three guys in front of you. You start to cut through the noise. Slap. Your concentration is broken.
"Now what do you say to the nice gentlemen," your master asks.
"Thank you for fucking me and letting me eat your cum," you say giggling. You then respectfully bow to them.
"Now, Molly, its time to go," your master commands. You follow him to the elevator a little worried about what the other patrons in the library might think.
Before leaving you wipe your pussy with the now forbidden thong. You toss it to the one boy you haven't fucked so far. |