Abigail Chained in Lust Ch. 05

Abi's making moves, and taking it like a champ as she finds herself... but what will she find?

* * *

Her feet were soaking wet and freezing from the mud as she pulled on her little brother and sister.

The smoke was rising over the horizon.

The Wehrmacht was coming.

Her mother and father had sent her with her siblings ahead to escape as they stayed behind to organize the village's evacuation. They didn't know how much time they'd have until the Germans arrived.

The road was muddy and treacherous; Miryam's dress was soaked with mud and felt heavy, pulling on her as she tried to move her charges onward.

"Miryam! Look!" Her little brother Jakob pointed to a cart coming up behind them. Sarah, the youngest of them all, hid behind them both as they watched a man and his wife, with a single horse drawn cart coming down the road.

As they got closer Miryam saw they were a middle aged couple, and they looked like gentiles.

The wife smiled warmly at them and said something to her husband as they approached. He grimaced and stopped the cart as Miryam pulled her siblings to the side of the road.

They both were short and stocky, it seemed, the wife with a rosy face and her husband a brooding scowl. They looked about as old as Miryam's parents.

The man leaned over to address them. "Children, eh?"

Miryam tried to stand tall, her siblings and the muck pulling on her.

"Please sir... could we ride on your cart?"

The gentile looked at Miryam and smiled too quickly. His eyes moved up and down her body, making her wish she could shrink into herself.

"You don't look like you have anything to pay for passage..."

"Please, my brother and sister, they're tired. They can't keep walking."

"You should help them, then."

She didn't like where this dialogue was going. Why didn't he just let them on the cart?

His wife scolded him. "No, Boris, you should help them! We have room in the wagon!"

Boris was unmoved. "She looks like the oldest, she should help her little brother and sister!"

His wife slapped him on the arm, but not too hard, Miryam saw. She was probably used to Boris' cantankerous ways after decades of marriage.

His wife said again, "Help them, Boris!"

He grunted and started to get down from his seat. Miryam sighed in relief.

"Come on, come on," Boris waved at her to follow him.

Miryam watched as he put down the hinged board at the back of the cart, which was stuffed with the couple's possessions, all clearly piled up in a hurry.

"No payment, eh?" Boris asked her, quieter than he'd been up front.

Miryam didn't have an answer for him.

"I can think of some payment," Boris said, as he started to undo his pants. Miryam could only watch horrified as he pulled himself out and started stroking in front of her.

His thing looked... different, fleshy. His grubby hand worked at it until she saw it begin to engorge, elongate.

Once it was substantially meaty enough, Boris grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his penis.

She took hold of it, the first one she'd ever touched, and it moved in her hand like an animal.

It reared up, stiffening, and its hood slid back revealing the normal end she'd caught glimpses of before.

This one was filthy, encrusted with a white cream. Miryam snatched her hand away in disgust and covered her mouth, but now her fingers smelled like... like rotten cheese.

She gagged, and looked at her brother and sister standing by the roadside.

They turned away.

Thank G-d, thank you little ones.

"Pah, stupid girl. Turn around then if you don't know what to do!"

Miryam obeyed and braced her hands on the back of the cart, grateful at least to put the awful thing out of her sight.

Why wasn't his wife saying anything?

Boris pulled her dress up and Miryam shivered as the cold air pricked her naked bottom.

She felt his hands grope and squeeze her butt. "Mmm, nice fat ass on you," he said, and then he was pulling her cheeks apart, and her privates were exposed!

She felt his dirty fingers poking her secret areas, brushing through her lips, dragging back past her slit and then to...

No! She felt him tickling her rear opening.

The flush of arousal she'd felt when he touched her privates turned to cold fear as he smeared his fingertip around her anus, pushing and coaxing her ring to relent.

"Hehe," he chuckled, apparently satisfied with his results.

"She never lets me do this," Boris said, indicating his wife who was presumably still waiting patiently on the other end of the cart.

Suddenly his finger was gone and he was closer to her, and Miryam felt a stronger, larger pressure against her anus... his thing!

He wasn't going to do her naturally. He was going up there!

Was this how the Gentiles did it?

Miryam thought of that bitch Riva, just a couple years older than her, always teasing her about being a tightass.

Things only ever went out of there, and now this... this brute, this animal, was pushing his thick prod against it, pushing, pushing, like he knew she would break.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, it got worse.

He broke through.

Her rear end surrendered, and she felt him stab inside her, filling her with a fiery pain, like the worst bowel movement she'd ever felt.

She cried out, and saw her siblings wince. They didn't turn around though.

Good.

He paused, then pushed further. Inch upon agonizing inch forced its way further into her rectum.

His hands were tight around her waist, pulling her down onto him. His hot breath was on her neck.

Her knees felt weak.

One he was buried in her to the hilt, he started bucking, thrusting, and the burning pain increased. She tried to shut it out, shut everything out except her beautiful siblings.

She was doing this for them.

"Ugh, ugh!" He cried out like some pathetic thing as he jerked and twitched inside her.

Miryam realized that he'd... finished, inside her. Like a man was supposed to do with his wife, except... in the wrong hole, and this was no sacred union.

He pulled out of her and she felt air inside her rectum, an emptiness that sealed almost immediately as her abused ring clamped shut as he retreated.

She stayed bent over the cart as Boris put his now even filthier penis away.

"Get them on, we must hurry," he told her.

He climbed back on the front of the cart without saying another word to Miryam or his wife.

Jakob and Sarah ran to the cart, clambering on board in silence.

Tears welled in Miryam's eyes as she gingerly climbed into the back of the cart after her siblings.

As the cart started down the road again, she felt Boris' issue leaking from her rear orifice, trickling down her thigh.

Every rough bump and jostle made her anal muscle twitch, and she felt like her ring was going to fail and disgorge all its contents if they hit one too many more potholes or stones hidden in the muck of the road.

Her siblings cuddled up to her. None of them said anything.

She'd saved them.

* * *

Abi awoke from this latest dream/memory with tears on her face and a wetness between her legs.

Despite the disturbing dream, in the days following her frat house facefuck gangbang, Abigail had felt pretty good. She felt lighter on her feet, her head was clearer, the winter sun even seemed a little brighter.

Even the dream itself hadn't been so bad, Abi reasoned. Even if the terrible dream had been true, it was all in the past.

She cared about the future, right now.

Rachel had seemingly officially unofficially moved out of their dorm. Wherever she was, Abi didn't care at the moment.

With Rachel gone, Abi was free to lounge around her dorm in the nude and masturbate, and in between goon sessions and putting off academic responsibilities she found the time to read through the rest of her mother's letter.

She was glad she did.

Her mother assumed she'd quickly master the necklace, and the power it granted her. Rachel's games had upset that apple cart, and Abi realized that she'd been wasting so much time even now, enjoying her newfound whoredom...

Because her mother's letter wasn't just an explanation, as her mother said, the latter pages would be a guide.

A guide to becoming what her mother called a Daughter of Lilith.

Abi's eyes grew wide as she read on about rites, necessary exercises, the discipline required to harness the necklace and truly own herself.

But then... the letter ended, right in the middle of a sentence preceding the first guide her mother described. She was missing the rest of the letter!

Abi cursed Rachel for a whore and a killjoy. Her ex-friend must have stashed the letter in a rush, maybe separating some of the pages, either for some nefarious purpose or simple messiness.

Rachel had always been careless like that, losing homework or forgetting appointments, Abi thought somewhat unkindly. Rummaging through Rachel's desk didn't produce anything new.

She'd enjoyed her degradation, she realized now. She'd enjoyed being used. But she should be building on that. She should be the user, just as she had felt with Tamara, as she felt watching her European porn whores.

She needed to really think about who was fucking her and why. She needed to strategize.

She'd been missing classes, surely missing assignments. The necklace offered a way out of that for sure. But she didn't want to... do anything, with Professor Page. The poor old guy didn't deserve that, the shock would probably give him a heart attack!

But Mrs. Doxiadis... that bitch deserved it.

Abi had the creeping feeling that anyone who fucked or used her was in some way corrupted, even if they thought they were the ones taking advantage. Her mother's letter had been vague so far about the "influence" she could have over others, using baroque terminology and old style phrasing, but Abi suspected it was pretty straightforward - they'd be pussywhipped.

She needed to test this out, of course, but first...

With Page a no go for that experiment, Abi knocked out a couple papers for his class as fast as she could, sitting at her desk bottomless in between masturbation sessions on porntube.

She thought of Emily as her main bitch, but there were other whores, including a skanky slut with jacked up teeth named Ava who Abi found herself drawn to. There was something about Emily's vapidness and Ava's nastiness that turned Abi on so much.

The jackpot was a scene with the two of them together, in one of the endless anonymous white rooms in some new money trash palace in some post-Bloc nation. Emily and Ava kissed and caressed at the start of the scene, obviously not really into each other.

Abi hated herself a little bit for how erotic she found their forced performance. If she was with either of them, she'd make them feel it a little more. The sluts giggled as they slapped each other's asses, flashing their teeth in feral smiles.

Abi was relieved when the men arrived. Punish these dumb cunts, she thought.

The men put them through their paces, the acts and positions that Abigail had memorized at this point - except now the girls had each other too, could slobber on a cock together or touch tongues while each getting butt fucked.

They each took the now de rigueur double penetration, and Ava's elastic twat also managed to fit two dicks inside it. Abi's face was flush as she leaned towards her screen, watching each new penetrative atrocity unfold.

Emily was the cuter of the two, so Abi was overjoyed when she had to get her pretty face up in Ava's ass after all the men had pumped their seed into the uglier slut's guts. Ava grimaced and strained and farted sticky globs of stained cum out of her butthole right onto Emily's waiting face.

Sweet Emily smiled and licked and held her tongue out for more, just inches away from Ava's twisted up, distended anus.

Seeing Emily's tongue so close to Ava's filthy shithole put Abi over the edge. She couldn't help herself, she moved her hand down from her clit to her ass and roughly jammed the tip of a finger up her own butt.

No lube, no cleaning, she didn't care, she just wiggled her fingertip around in her ass as she watched the end of the disgusting video.

After Ava had finished shitting cum onto Emily's face the girls made out for a while, and Ava tasted her own seminal waste. Abi was gasping at this, riding the edge of an orgasm without even touching her clit.

She wanted both these girls kneeling in front of her, shoving their dirty faces into her own holes, smearing their filth around her cunt and ass. G-d, how she wanted that!

Tapering down her latest jill off session, Abi texted Stephen for notes on Page's class. It was perfect: he'd already blasted inside her, she could take him again, mold him.

He'd responded to her text with a vague "ok" and Abi wondered what he was feeling... he'd been horrified at their first tryst, but surely he was curious now, wanting another taste...

* * *

She made her face up, subtle, that classic no makeup look. Combined with the lovely sundress, for once not a whorish steal from Rachel's closet but a genuinely nice piece from her own wardrobe, she looked positively wholesome... and eminently fuckable.

She reached under her dress and grabbed her cheeks, pulling them open, feeling her asshole and pussy flex in the open air. No panties.

She arched her back and looked over her shoulder at herself in the mirror.

Flipping the back of the dress up, she looked at her little asshole nestled between her fat cheeks, pulled taut. She flexed again, watching her hole wink open and closed.

She looked like one of the whores she watched on porntube - except her asshole was hairy, as was her taint and cunt, not shaved smooth like those little sluts.

And she knew she could milk a cock better than those lazy, broken slags.

She was ready to be fucked. Stephen might just blow his load before he could even stick it in her. Her breath hitched at the thought - he needed to cum inside her, or on her at least.

* * *

There was a thin dusting of snowfall on the ground outside. Her puffy jacket made Abigail feel like a Little Debbie snack cake - all of her sinful deliciousness hidden inside a puffed up wrapper.

She felt like she was boiling inside, her lustful juices ready to leak out of her. Not just out of her cunt but her eyes and mouth and every orifice, like she couldn't hide her whorish wanting from anyone. Abi felt like anyone could just look at her, even covered up like she was, and know she was a slut.

The twisting, almost painful craving inside her prompted her to seek solitude, and walk through the little wooded park on her way across campus instead of along the main paths.

The little park was lovely, naked trees and a layer of leaf litter still crunchy under the snow. Abi stalked the twisted path through it with her head down, cunt aching, feeling more and more pent up on her way to Stephen's dorm...

Wrapped up in her evil plans for Stephen, Abi almost ran smack into a jogger going the other way. Of course she had to run into the one other person in the park!

She was about to cuss him out when she recognized him.

"Hey Tony."

Tony was taken aback. "Oh, hey Abigail."

He was wearing jogging shorts and a t-shirt, arms exposed, clearly trying to keep warm in the chill air through exercise.

"You, uh, running?" Abim felt like an idiot the second she spoke.

"Yeah," Tony's easy manner put her at ease. "What about you?"

"I'm going to, uh, study." Why was she feeling so anxious in front of him?

Probably had something to do with the time she sucked his dick.

"Cool, cool," and now Abi realized Tony was replying to her.

He looked her up and down, obviously checking out her shapely form, which even the puffy jacket couldn't quite hide.

"Haven't seen you lately," Tony said.

"Uh, no. Yeah, I've been busy I guess."

He dropped his voice. "Was what Rachel said... was that true?"

"What?"

"About you, being..." Tony lowered his voice even more. "Uh, free use?"

Oh G-d. Was he... propositioning her?

Abi felt that familiar, overpowering lust rushing up in her, just like when she'd first worn the necklace, like her conscious mind was being bypassed for the sake of some bestial, lower self.

She wanted dick.

"Um, sure. Sometimes."

Tony breathed out and shifted on his feet. "Well, I guess you've gotta go study-"

"Oh, no!" Abi didn't know what she was planning. "I mean, I do, but I've got a minute. If you do."

Smooth move, Abs.

"Oh!" Tony said, and Abi realized she'd just propositioned him.

She was so fucking horny, she felt like she'd burst if she didn't get some satisfaction right now.

She decided to lean into it.

"I've just been so stressed lately, you know?" She swayed like a silly girl as she said this, hoping Tony would get the hint.

"Yeah, well," Tony looked around, obviously scanning for passersby.

That's right buddy, make a plan.

"There's those trees over there. Maybe we could-"

"Yeah," Abi cut him off, taking his hand and dragging him off the path.

You have a way with words, big boy Abi thought wryly.

They ducked behind the trees and Tony immediately kissed her deeply, not unkindly, his hands going to her waist.

Abi tried not to think of what would happen if someone followed their obvious footprints over to their hiding place.

With Tony kissing her, she didn't worry about it for too long.

She felt his rod pushing against her through her thick coat. She rubbed her hand over it, but Tony moved her hand away and dropped down, his face level with her cunt.

Oh buddy, you aim to please...

He laughed when he pulled up her dress and saw she had no panties. Again, he wasn't unkind about it.

He leaned into her and huffed her bush, sighing in content.

Abi felt like a princess, being served by the woodsman.

"Fucking beautiful," Tony said, and then he gently began licking her, hands free, his face melting into her warmth.

Abi grabbed him by his hair, startled by the quick rush of pleasure from his gentle but determined ministrations.

"Oh, oh..." Abi gasped, trying to stay quiet.

Tony was deep in her cunt now, his tongue working some kind of magic.

Doesn't he have to come up for air? Abi wondered, but then she heard him slobbering, gasping breath as he dove back into her.

Abi heard students passing on the trail. Her breath hitched, she tried not to move against the tree.

Tony doubled down, working her clit with great sopping slurps now.

Abi pulled his hair, pleaded silently for him to let up.

She was soaking wet.

"You're delicious," Tony gasped.

"Kiss me," Abi moaned, desperate to get him off her clit.

He shot up and kissed Abi deeply, sensuously. She tasted herself in his mouth and felt weak in the knees. He put his strong hands around her waist and bucked his cock against her slit...

Abi moaned again, arching into him.

His prick pushed against her sopping cunt, and then...

Tony slid in like a dream, Abi wrapping a leg around him to pull him into her further. He kissed her again, and Abi drank herself in.

What a romancer you are, Tony boy.

She was on tiptoes now, one leg still wrapped around his muscular body as he lifted her up with his strokes.

His hands were all over her now, like he was surveying her body, taking it all in, not just her ass and waist but her hips, her sides, and now he was interlocking fingers with her, like he was desperate to merge with her, to bring them both together in this union.

Abi was on fire, feeling his lust for her. His dick was sliding in and out of her in long, firm strokes, the sound of her juices incongruous with the winter wonderland around them.

"God, I'm gonna cum," Tony whispered harshly, moving to pull out of her.

"No, stay in me," Abi begged, squeezing him against her with her leg and grabbing his muscular arms. She kissed him again, deeply, holding him against her as she felt him climax.

His cock throbbed inside her.

"Fuck, Abi," Tony whispered in her ear as she felt the last twitchings of him inside her.

Neither of them moved for a long moment.

Finally, Tony withdrew his now depleted member from her, and the motion was gentle, not the careless yanking Abi was used to by now from boys finished with their fun.

She bent down on a whim and took him into her mouth, suckling the juices off him.

Tony wrapped his fingers in her hair, gently but passionately, like everything he'd done this afternoon.

When she'd finished, Abi stood back up and they kissed again, Tony earning more gentleman points for not minding his own sloppy seconds.

Abi tucked his dick back into his shorts for him, and they both giggled at their secret fun.

The sound of more people on the path next to them broke their reverie.

Tony looked away, "Hey, uh, maybe you'd want to go for a run sometime?"

"Um, yeah," Abi suddenly felt embarrassed for some reason, her cheeks flushing in the cold air.

"Okay, cool. Walk you to where you're going?"

"Oh no, that's okay. Thanks though."

"Oh, alright."

Oh no, awkward!

"Well," Tony rallied, "Guess I'll see you sometime?"

"Oh yeah! For sure!" Smooth one, Abs.

"Cool! Okay!" And Tony picked up his jogging where he'd left off, leaving Abi finely fucked and leaning against the tree.

* * *

Stephen didn't mention her being late, or how flushed she was from a simple walk across campus. He did have notes ready for her, which Abi thought was sweet.

His room was nerdy but clean enough, with some t-shirts on the floor but not too much else in the way of clutter. He had a movie and manga collection on the long wall shelf that came with every dorm.

His study desk was almost primly organized, but they climbed onto his bed to spread notes out.

It didn't take long, though, for Abi to move from across the bed, to next to him, to touching his arm as they went over notes, to...

* * *

She wanted to break his dick off inside her.

Their notes had been pushed onto the floor, and Abi had half-pulled Stephen's jeans down before mounting him.

He'd wanted to eat her out, but she'd been afraid he'd find Tony's spooge inside her, so she'd taken command and moved things along.

The thought of his dick sliding into her already fucked out cunt drove her crazy. She needed it. It was all that mattered.

As Abigail bore down on Stephen, bucking and grinding, she closed her eyes and imagined...

Tony there, with them.

Yes, another cock.

She could ride Stephen while she swallowed Tony's meat. Or, Tony could get behind her and...

"I'm gonna cum," Stephen gasped. Abi kept bucking on him. She opened her eyes and saw his face screwed up, and then he was shooting into her. An orgasm rippled through her as she felt his dick pulsing inside her.

Yes, gimme, gimme...

Her teeth were clenched in an animal frenzy. Swaying on top of him as she felt his dick soften, she suddenly dismounted.

She took his cock, still fat and juicy, into her mouth and tasted herself mixed with his salty issue. His hand groped to her and he grabbed her hair. This small move of dominance juiced her cunt up and she moaned with his dick still in her mouth.

"Am I your little cum dump?"

"Yeah," he groaned.

"Say it," Abi demanded, before sucking his cock again.

"You're my... you're my cum dump," he warbled out, as she felt his dick hardening again.

"You wouldn't cum in any other slut, would you?" Abi was enjoying this.

"No!" Stephen cried out, and she believed him.

"Good boy."

He lay there enraptured as she sucked him, and coaxed him back to full hardness. He started thrusting, and Abi let him use her mouth like her pussy, relaxing, waiting, hoping, and when she felt he was close she grabbed hold of him and jerked him off, until she was rewarded with a second load, smaller but just as sweet - salty, still, but a sweet treasure to her.

She sucked down every ounce and felt his body shake as she drew on the final drops, lips wrapped around his head as his cock shrank back down.

"Mmm," Abi moaned as she reveled on his bed, high on jizz and control. She lay back with her tits thrust upward and her hair a frazzled halo around her head, eyes hooded with satisfaction.

Stephen had a surprise for her though.

He wasn't done.

Stephen grabbed her hips and roughly turned her over. Abi giggled and accepted the man handling.

She gasped, though, when he slid his once again rock hard prick into her worn out cunt.

He grabbed her waist and went to town.

He was splitting her open now, driving his hard rod deep inside her, balls slamming against her clit.

Abi was alert again, shocked out of her reverie. Had she unleashed a beast?

He couldn't cum a third time, so she felt him pull his cock out and spread her pussy open. She felt her lips sticky with cum and juices.

"You like my messy pussy?"

"Yeah," Stephen moaned, placing his face on her gaped twat.

Oh my G-d, Abi thought, as she was eaten out for the second time that day.

Stephen was lapping at her juicy wetness, tasting himself inside her but also, unknowingly, getting much better acquainted with Tony than he probably already was.

The thought made Abi cream, and Stephen redoubled his work, pushing his face into her sopping slit.

Abi couldn't take anymore, so she turned around and kissed him hard, nasty, tasting herself and him and Tony all at once.

"Good fucking boy," she said, and he squeezed her ass and growled as he burrowed into her neck.

Abi shuddered with another wave of lust, and had to pull herself away.

"I've got class," she lied, because for some reason, even though part of her wanted to stay here all day and let Stephen ravish her, she couldn't.

It was all too much.

* * *

Back in her dorm with the notes for Page's class, and frustrated by the missing part of her mother's letter, Abi reflected on her semester thus far.

Stephen. She'd been fucked sideways by him just now, so much so that she'd staggered back to her dorm.

And Tony. And all the guys from the frat. And the guys in the van. And sweet Tamara and that old bitch Doxiadis.

And the porno shop owner.

And Rachel.

All jumbled up, out of order, some memories as sharp as the moment she'd lived them, some as faded and fuzzy as if they belonged to someone else.

Like the dreams.

She was feeling antsy now, even though she'd gotten thoroughly creamed and reamed twice already today, besides fucking herself to some nice finishes.

Was she a sex addict? A goonette?

Her phone buzzed before she could open up porntube on her laptop again.

An unknown number had texted her. It was a link.

Abi knew it was sketchy and she probably shouldn't click it, but what the fuck, she was on a roll lately.

It went to a webpage. A porno site! Not as slick as porntube. Well, okay, let's see-

The video title was all caps: FAT SLUT SUCKS FRAT (REAL!!!)

Oh G-d. The camerawork was trash, but there she was, tits out and face glazed. Her eyes were glazed too, and Abi cursed herself as a dick drunk slut.

She didn't remember begging like she was on camera right now, as some faceless bro jerked off into her mouth. She was pleading, "Please, cum in my mouth," over and over again just like a porno whore.

She watched the dick shooting into her mouth and couldn't remember which one it had been that night. She also couldn't remember saying "Next," like she did as she turned to another cock. The frat bros roared with laughter at that one.

Abi wished the camerawork wasn't so shit. She wished she could see her holes, too. She pictured herself starring in one of her porntube videos, on a nice clean set, with an upscale camera and guys who may be creepy but at least had six packs and huge cocks.

There was a comment under the video: "Good Jew whore," said bigtitsucker78. Abi's eyes went wide at the crudity, and she clapped her hand to her crotch almost in reflex at the degradation.

She was an addict. A fuck addict. A jizz addict.

Who had sent this? Rachel, maybe. A frat boy?

But why? And with no threats or blackmail involved... yet.

She needed to get control of things. Fast.

* * *

She'd managed to borrow a duster jacket from Becca's theater connections without too many questions. The day was overcast, with the chance of more snow, and Abigail hoped she wouldn't look too weird on her way to the sex shop.

The creepy owner wasn't there. It was a young woman manning the counter, maybe just out of college. Very cool, alt goth in some skin tight black jeans and a black hoodie, with some fierce makeup and purple lipstick.

Her name tag read SAMMY with a pride flag sticker. Abigail drew up some courage and said as calmly as possible, "I'd like to rent a booth please."

The cashier eyed her coolly, "How long?"

"Uh... an hour, maybe?"

"Cash or card?"

"Uh, cash." Abi fumbled with her clutch.

"How about we just make that a running tab." Abi wasn't sure if the clerk was insulting her or not.

Sammy pulled out a key with a tag. "A-1, only the best. No one else is allowed inside with you or your time is null and void, with your soul to be cast into the outer darkness."

"Thank you," Abi said with as much dignity as possible.

As she walked back to the booths the clerk spoke up: "Weekends are better. You might still get some action though."

The key felt like it was going to fall out as Abi turned the lock. Stepping into the booth she immediately shut the door and fastened the tiny hook latch before turning back around to take stock. It wasn't much, maybe the size of a shower stall. It had the requisite hole, as if there could be any doubt as to its purpose.

Abi took off her jacket and hung it up as far off the floor as possible, revealing the nasty white tube top she'd "purchased" at her last visit. The reliable miniskirt made its reappearance, paired with one of the cast off panty sets she'd been forced to "buy." This one was a hot pink crotchless number, a barely-there wisp of fabric that was nowhere near worth any MSRP or rough trade value.

Her thigh chub pretty much swallowed most of it anyway. She pulled a hair tie out and put her hair up in a ponytail. She'd worn her tennies, and hoped that they'd be comfortable enough.

There was a crunchy looking pillow in one corner of the booth but Abi couldn't abide the thought of leaning on it with her bare knees.

She'd picked out the deepest red lipstick she could, figuring that would be one of the only visual selling points for any customers.

The other selling point she pulled out now, a black studded choker that read CUM DUMP in rhinestone letters. She'd been instantly drawn to it on the rack amid others saying things like DADDY'S GIRL and BUTT SLUT, but being too embarrassed to buy it had snuck it out inside her hoodie.

She'd ended up paying for it in kind, she supposed. She fastened it around her neck, feeling almost like an astronaut putting on their helmet before the mission. Houston, we have a cocksucker.

Abi stood still, waiting.

Minutes crawled by.

She was too anxious to masturbate. All she could do was stare at the hole in the wall and will some cocks to come through.

G-d, what if no one showed up?

Abi was just about to go back out to talk to the clerk when the bell above the entry door jingled.

This could be it!

She heard someone walk in, and muffled conversation with the clerk. She heard Sammy say, "Yeah, go for it."

Yes, please!

Sure enough, she heard footsteps coming to her. Someone was in front of the hole!

C'mon...

Nothing! Where was he?

Abi bent down and peeked through the gloryhole.

The fellow was jerking his soft cock outside. Abi tried to kill him with kindness.

"Please sir, put it in."

"Yeah man, stop holding up the line!" Abi was shocked to hear the voice outside the booth!

There was a line! Softy shuffled away and a surprise second, more eager dick took his place.

It was a nice clean looking cock, cut and well proportioned - big, but not too big.

The guy attached wiggled it impatiently and Abi snapped out of her daze.

"Any day now," the guy said.

Abi practically threw herself on his sword and within less than a minute he was gushing down her throat, a thick load that had been worth the wait.

"Thanks, slut," the guy said, and then the hole was empty again.

She waited for the next cock. And... it was Softy, back to try again.

Okay, so much for the line.

She took Softy's little dick in her hands and gently kissed it, starting at the tip and working down. His dick was cut also.

After a minute or two of her soft treatment, Softy started getting hard. Soon he was hard enough to put his whole dick and balls through the hole.

Abi suckled on his balls now. They were covered in soft downy hair. Softy moaned appreciatively outside the booth.

"You like that, mister?" Abi cooed like a dumb little girl, hoping it would spur him on.

It did. She felt him stiffen up even harder!

Come on buddy, we can make this happen!

"Oh mister, please cum for me, please!" Abi was getting into it, trying to sound as dumb and needy as possible.

"Pwease, mister!"

"Oh god," Softy groaned outside, and suddenly he was spurting, Abi not prepared for his climax, catching it on her chin.

His load was thin and watery. Had he jerked off already? Abi was grateful she didn't have the refraction time guys had to worry about.

His cock was shrinking now, and Abi used his spongy head to drag as much of his semen as possible to her lips.

She heard him shiver as she did this, and then he was yanking himself out of the booth. She heard him beat feet right out of the store.

How was that for gratitude? You're welcome, dude!

* * *

It'd been about 10 minutes since anyone had even come into the store and Abi was getting restless waiting in her cockcage.

She didn't even want to touch herself, she was still too anxious that her afternoon was going to be a bust.

Suddenly she heard the bell at the front jingling, and some noise - like a key locking? She held her breath.

Someone was walking back. It was the pretty clerk, ducking down to look through the hole.

"How ya doing in there, little cocksucker? Had enough yet?"

"N-no?" Abigail tried to sound sure of herself.

Sammy the clerk smiled through the hole and looked back and forth around the store with mock emphasis.

"Looks like the crowd's thinned out for now. I'm not gonna charge you if nobody shows up for your time"

"Th-thanks."

"But if nobody else is here we might as well put you to use, right? I've locked up, so we can have a private show for ourselves. If you're game, I mean."

And then the clerk stood back up, rubbing her crotch through her ultra tight jeans.

"You are game, right?"

"Uh... uh-huh." Abi was still riding her high from earlier, and afraid of falling off.

"I thought so. I pegged you when you walked in," and the clerk unzipped her jeans, reaching in her panties and pulling out her erect penis.

She slid it through the hole.

This was new. This pretty girl clerk had a penis, not a big honking one but a penis none the same.

Nicely formed, cut, with a jaunty arch upward.

Abi stared at it like it was an alien lifeform.

"It ain't gonna suck itself, college girl."

She was right, it wasn't going to suck itself. And it was a dick.

Abi knew what to do with cocks, with dicks, penises, pricks, rods, she knew that all of them belonged inside of her, until they gave up their precious life force.

Abi reached out with both hands and held Sammy's cock like a holy relic.

"Oh baby," and suddenly Sammy softened her tone, even as her dick pricked up even higher at attention.

Abi went to work, slower and more lovingly than her first two cocks.

Sammy's balls were small and smooth, and she shaved everything down there. Abi enjoyed running her mouth over every part of her cock, and giving Sammy's balls soft little kisses.

"You wouldn't believe how many guys come here to stick it in and end up sucking this," Sammy was keeping up a patter about her dick.

"Half of them want to fuck me and then I whip it out and they're on their knees, gagging for it."

On the other side of the wall, Abi just nodded and said "Hm-hmm" as best she could with Sammy's cock in her mouth.

"You're different girl, I'd let you fuck me," and for some reason this triggered something in Abi and she felt her body flush, and suddenly she needed this dick, she had to suck it dry.

"Ooh, you're a good little cocksucker," Sammy purred, and this crudeness also spurred Abi onwards, desperate now to prove her bonafides in the art of fellatio.

Think of all the assholes and creeps I've swallowed, and she's being so sweet.

She drove her throat down onto Sammy's cock, gagging and tearing up, shifting from the awkward crouch that had her legs burning to a wanton kneel, no longer caring about the filthy floor.

Abi heard Sammy moaning, "Oh yes, girl, yes, suck it, suck it!"

She pushed herself as far down Sammy's cock as she could, feeling it scrape the roof of her mouth and push to the back of her throat.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum!"

Abi was getting used to hearing that from people. She held herself down on Sammy's cock, gagging and choking like one of her porno whores.

She didn't know how much longer she could take it, and then...

Sammy was shooting down her throat, her cock pumping like some industrial tool as it blasted ropes. Abi almost choked on her semen but held fast, proudly.

Something seemed to click for Abigail and she felt her power growing as she took this new load of semen.

"I am a cocksucker."

She had an intrusive thought: would her mother have anything to say about the necklace's power and "men's essence" and so on with regards to a gift from a trans girl?

She couldn't remember ever talking about that kind of thing in general with her mom, and realized this was just another example of the gulf between them, a distance her mother had likely cultivated out of a misguided sense of protection.

"Aw shit, I gotta open back up I guess. Why don't you come out of there, cocksucker?"

Abi wrapped the jacket around herself before exiting the booth. Sammy kissed her gently on the forehead.

"You're sweet, kid. Come in some time when we close and we can hang, you won't have to hide that fuckin' amazing body in the booth."

Abi blushed.

Hmmm. Two and a half loads, hardly a prize. But still, she'd made a friend, of sorts.

And semen was semen.

* * *

Abi's day had been filled with fucking and sucking, but she was still unsatisfied. Tony was sweet, Stephen was more than game, and Sammy had been a pleasant surprise, but...

She needed more. She needed all of it, whatever it was.

Cock, jizzum, to be stuffed, filled, used.

It was after 7PM, dark outside, and cold.

Abi had given herself an enema one hour before leaving for the frat house, and avoided any food since. She'd have to be careful about drinking, she knew.

She was wearing a cheap wrap dress under her jacket. She'd stolen it right out of Rachel's closet, treating it as the disposable junk it was. It hugged her belly and tits and ass like it was about one micron thick, and that was all she needed it to do.

She'd debated panties or no, and settled for one of the nasty thongs from Sex World.

Her makeup was subtly whorish, with heavy blue eyeshadow and a touch of blush that would, she hoped, signal her full, ready arousal. She'd picked out some very wet, very slutty lip gloss from Sex World.

The bros might be too thick to really understand the whys of all of it, but Abi was hoping that they'd get the message: want me, fuck me.

There was no party at the frat tonight. Just as well. Hopefully enough bros would be hanging around though.

Abi climbed the front steps with trepidation. The front door was unlocked.

Nobody was in the foyer. This was unreal.

I need a drink.

There wasn't any beer pong set up in the side room like before. Abigail went to the kitchen- ugh!

It was a dump. Dishes overflowed from the sink while pizza boxes and takeout containers spilled off the counters. Abi debated opening the fridge.

"Looking for something?"

Abi spun around, suddenly feeling guilty. It's not like I was sneaking around your flophouse!

He was a tall, clean shaven guy.

"Take your jacket for you?" He asked, going ahead and doing that without giving Abi a chance to answer. He slung it over the back of a chair already stacked with random boxes.

She stood in the kitchen now, arms bare, body on display in the slutty wrap dress that seemed like less of a good idea now than it had back in her dorm.

"Is this some kind of setup? Did the guys from Kastoria send you over here?"

Kastoria was a rival school, about an hour away.

"I'm Scotty, by the way." He shook her limp hand.

"Um... I'm Abi," she finally replied.

Scotty reached up into a cabinet and pulled down a bottle.

"Abi?" A new voice questioned.

She turned to see more guys now.

"Hey, it's Abi." Some chuckles followed.

Scotty poured her a shot. "You guys know this chick?"

One of the newcomers smirked. "Yeah, she's Abi!"

"All Aboard Abi!" Another voice added.

"Shut up, dude!"

"Don't scare the ho, man!"

Scotty smiled at this and looked at Abi as if reevaluating her.

She took the shot from him and caught one of the guys pointing his phone at her.

Sneaking a pic? Gonna tell your friends the slut is here?

Good.

She slammed the shot down and Scotty nodded in approval. "The lady knows what she likes," he said to the boys.

She grabbed the bottle from him and went to pour herself another shot. Her nervous hands fumbled, and then-

Her nipples hardened at the cold shock of the drink spilling on her dress.

"Oh noooo!" Abi tried to sound as stupid and helpless as possible.

Like a dumb slut.

Which she wasn't, really. Right?

She pulled the dress tight against her tits, and there's no way the guys could miss her headlights poking through the soaked material.

"Like, maybe I can go upstairs and change?" She tried to make her voice as vapid as possible, all lilting and uncertain and just aching for a man to fill the tremulous space with some certainty.

That's right girl, really get into that role.

Her head was spinning. Abi realized the boys must have given her something, in her very first shot. Did they keep that bottle loaded or what?

Idiots. It's not like you need any help getting me to spread my legs.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Scotty said, and before he could lead her Abi was making her way upstairs, the path of shame she already knew.

The necklace felt like it was boiling on her chest, like it was going to steam away the cheap beer.

Abi wondered why it was so hot when she hadn't even gotten a load of jizz yet.

Maybe it was vibing off her brainless bimbo act. It was an act, she told herself. She was here to use these boys, not the other way around.

Keep telling yourself that, girl, she thought as she looked back to see at least four boys following her up to the bedroom.

It was still the same wretched hovel. Abi and four or five boys piled in, and it was too late to turn back now.

Abi leaned against Scotty, who wasn't half bad looking. She smiled and put her hand on his chest, and started to say something seductive: "Maybe we should-"

He sneered and shoved her down onto the bed.

She landed hard on the grungy mattress, the room spinning, and then she was being grabbed by another boy across the bed, and then Scotty was yanking her back so she was on her hands and knees on the mattress between them.

The wrap dress was unceremoniously yanked up and down, exposing Abi's jiggling ass and tits. Scotty smacked her ass, hard, and ran his fingers under her cheap thong.

She gasped as his knuckles brushed her asshole, then her pussy lips.

The guy in front of her was pulling his dick out.

A fat one.

He shoved it in her face.

"Suck it, whore."

Despite his words, Abi realized that these boys weren't really interested in a whore, or a slut.

A slut is still a woman, even if you don't respect her at the end of the day you're still engaged in intercourse with her, another human being.

They wanted a fucktoy.

They wanted holes.

Abi heard Scotty spit, a nasty sound, and she felt a glob of saliva land on her anus. Simultaneously, she felt his cock drive into her pussy.

No foreplay, no lube there, just a sharp painful thrust into her cunt.

G-d, he had a big one, too.

Abi wanted to cry but couldn't, all she could do was... moan.

Like a fucktoy.

Even as Scotty started pumping at her, bringing tears to her eyes, Abi moaned.

She opened her mouth and the guy in front of her filled it, and she kept moaning with this new cock in her mouth.

Scotty slid his thumb into her ass.

What is it with guys and the thumb up the butt?

She realized she was technically airtight now, but... it wasn't enough. Not like her Euro sluts.

She needed more.

Scotty was pressing his thumb down on his dick through the thin membrane between her anus and cunt. He started thrusting jerkily, and Abi knew he was about to blow inside her.

Ooh boy...

"Ah, fuck," Scotty grunted and Abi felt his cock explode inside her, her first load of the night.

It was like fire, like somehow she could feel his jizzum coating her insides, every glob and every single sperm cell sliding into her crevices, being welcomed by her body.

Scotty leaned forward as he continued nutting, grabbing Abi around her waist and squeezing, digging his hands into her love handles as she felt the last shockwaves of his climax shooting into her.

He pushed her forward onto the cock she was sucking, choking her. The bro she was sucking started groaning, and Abi knew he was about to cum too...

He shot straight down her throat, his balls pulsating against her chin as he jizzed once, twice, three times. He slid out of her mouth and Abi gasped, almost choking up cum.

Some other bro grabbed her hair roughly - too roughly - dragging her head back up to suck on his (thankfully smaller) dick.

The game was on, Abi realized.

Scotty pushed his softening dick around inside her for a moment, marinating in his own juices, then slid out with a slorp and a pop.

Abi felt her ass gripping Scotty's thumb as he pulled it out, and she involuntarily tightened her sphincter as he tried to break free. He was halfway off the bed before his thumb finally slipped out of her anus, and Abi felt her little butthole flexing from the sudden emptiness.

Abi's open pussy also begged for fulfillment, and of course one of Scotty's bros stepped up to the plate.

The guys on each end of her tried to work out a rhythm, thrusting into her pussy and throat, making Abi's tits sway and her ass jiggle as they pushed back and forth into her.

The second guy fucking her didn't last very long, speeding up to a ridiculous crescendo as he pounded away at her pussy, balls slapping against her clit. He'd done nothing to earn her wetness but Abi was hot to go, and in what seemed like less than a minute he was splooging inside her, groaning and clenching on her ass hard as she felt his load fill her.

He slapped her ass as he slid out of her, prompting a queef that left Abi mortified... but none of the boys cared. Some other swinging dick was already clambering onto the bed to take the last guy's place, and a cheer went up for some reason for this latest swordsman, and then...

Abi felt his cock slide into her willing cunt, filling her nicely. G-d, that was a good dick, she realized, nice and thick, and she felt some of the loads inside her start to leak out as this new prick filled her.

This guy was spreading her cheeks too, and Abi thought he might slide his thumb up her ass just like the last dude, but...

This was different. She felt a smooth, odd shape pressing against her little butthole.

The boys were whooping up a storm about whatever he was doing back there.

Oof! Whatever it was, it was bigger than a thumb, and longer too. She felt her anus stretching around the new object...

Even the guy facefucking her slowed to a stop as he watched whatever was going on behind her. His dick fell out of her mouth and neither he nor Abi cared.

The bro behind her was thrusting now, and the feeling of fullness between her rectum and her vaginal canal was... clinical! It was so incredibly hot, but also so dehumanizing, like she was observing herself as a medical model.

This is how we double stuff a whore, ladies and germs...

She couldn't stand it. Abi looked back over her shoulder and saw the butt of a beer bottle sticking up from her ass.

A beer bottle.

In her ass.

These fucking bros just shoved a beer bottle up my ass!

She looked up at the anonymous bro thrusting inside her, his face clenched into a focused sneer. He was gonna blow.

Abi felt him pick up speed, his cock rubbing against the bottle. He was basically using her as a fuck toy, she realized, and the thought made her gush.

Just as he started bucking and she knew he was cumming, Abi watched as the liquid inside the bottle also swirled and drained away, drained into her ass!

The bros hooted approvingly as Abigail's rectum drank the bottle down. She felt the fluid creeping inside her, felt it in the fold of her guts.

It was unreal.

Enough of this circus act, stuff me full of more cock!

Reaching back, Abi yanked the bottle out of her ass. She felt some beer dribble out of her anus, dripping down onto Bottlesticker's cock and her cunt. Bottlesticker bro was softening, she could tell, having already dumped his load into her.

She wanted to throw the bottle at the crowd of bros, but...

Something inside her stayed her hand. Instead, she swirled the bottle, eyed the dregs of fluid left inside, and then wrapped her whorish lips around the spout and drank it down with an exaggerated tipple.

The boys hooted and screamed. Some bro reached over the mattress to high five Bottlesticker dude, now kneeling behind her with a shrinking cock wet with beer, Abi's cunt juice, and his brothers' jizzums.

Oh yeah, they loved that.

Abi noted with detachment that she didn't mind the taste of her asshole. Why should she?

Somebody, maybe Mr. Bottlesticker's best buddy himself, was bracing up behind her now. She spread her cheeks obligingly, feeling her anus wink and stretch as she pulled herself apart for him.

"Plug her up, bro!"

Yeah, bro, buttfuck me.

She felt him slap his cock against her taint and hole. Enough with the teasing!

"Are you scared?" Abi taunted, looking back to some bro she'd never seen before tonight, about to stick his cock in her butt.

They all started to look alike anyway. All that really mattered was their dicks, and the load in their balls.

The other guys laughed when she taunted him, and Bottlesticker's buddy must have finally decided to man up because he stabbed at Abi's sphincter now, his hard prick pushing in, and before either of them knew it he was all the way inside her, his cock wrapped lovingly in her guts, coated in beer and ass slime.

Abi almost came right there, shocked at the intense feeling and the total lack of resistance her anus had given him.

Would any of these dickheads even care if she hadn't used an enema beforehand? Abi thought of them all lining up to fuck her shitty ass, taking turns getting their dicks dirty, and she shuddered with sick delight.

She'd suck their cocks clean for them afterwards, like the mewling little whore she was.

The bro porking her ass must have thought her arousal was down to his cocksmanship, because he sped up with the thrusting and gave her ass a couple slaps.

Abi let out a whorish moan, not caring that Bottlesticker's buddy was deluded, just wanting to coax his cum out of him. Looking around at the other potential sperm donors, Abi saw a couple of them filming.

She didn't care, she just hoped their videos tonight would look better than the trash one of them had uploaded from last time.

Bottlesticker's bro snapped his hips back, and Abi realized he was about to cum. She leaned back into him.

"Cum in me," Abi commanded, and she felt like it was a command, and he must have felt that way too because he did just what he was told, and as he gripped her ass and shook Abi felt his seed spooling into her guts.

The first of many in her ass tonight, she hoped.

Bottlesticker's buddy practicality fell off the bed, and now multiple guys were pushing over to be the next in her ass. Her pussy was ignored for the time being but someone kneeled in front of her and proffered their dick.

Abi swallowed it down without looking up at the owner, taking shameful pride as she got most of the way down the meaty girth without gagging.

Whoever had slid into her ass next didn't last long, and then after that it was hard for Abi to keep track of individual boys filling her. All she knew was that her bowels were being coated with load after load, and that her body felt like it was glowing.

The guy in her mouth spurted, and Abi just happened to glance up and see it was Derek. He looked smug as he backed away and just as quickly some other guy loomed into view, cock in hand.

Guys started fighting over her, pulling her ass this way and that to get a stab at her. Abi tried to hold on to whatever cock was in front of her at the moment, and she started to wish for the professionalism of the European stuntcocks in her favorite pornos.

Those guys could juggle a whore between them, dick to dick, balls to balls, stuffing her holes until she was more cock than girl...

Abi felt a new wave of lust crash over her as she imagined herself being truly ganged, stuffed full, fulfilled by some real men.

She needed more, and yet in the moment she was grateful for these thrusting, prodding, jeering frat boys. They were serving their purpose as surely as she was.

The tequila shots, the butt chugging, and the empty stomach were doing a number on Abi. Her head was swirling as she was turned over and pulled and contorted by an unknown number of hands, back and forth across the filthy mattress that Abi realized was reserved for only the nastiest of skanks.

Skanks like her.

Cocks spurted, shot off, creamed inside of her.

"Stick and stir!"

"Fuck the slut!"

"Slut, slut, slut!"

The boys were chanting and yelling and egging each other on, psyching themselves up to follow one after the other, to share her holes and touch her flesh and soak their cocks in one another's spunk.

As one cock pulled out of her and another slid in easily in its place, as hands mauled her tits and ass and all over her body, as Abi felt a finger pressing into her leaky butthole now that her pussy was the cockhole of the moment, she gave herself up to the madness, and let her conscious self fall into oblivion.

* * *

Abi drifted on the edge of consciousness, aware of her body being penetrated over and over, feeling a dull thrum of noise from the boys that must be attached to the things that were going inside her.

The streams of jizzum mixed and boiled inside her, charging her, giving her strength.

She felt the necklace shining like a beacon, a guidelight for her astral journey.

ASS-tral journey, she thought, in a moment of coherence.

When she awoke, she was face down and a boy was reaming her ass. She didn't know how long she'd been out, but from her vantage point, with her face pressed into the mattress, she didn't see any other bros in the room.

She felt something tied around her neck, and realized it was the nasty thong she'd been wearing.

The fucker behind her was groping at her big fat ass as he sodomized her, every thrust pushing her limp body against the disgusting bed.

It was like taking a shit in reverse with his thick meat sliding up her rectum, pushing and pushing, an endless shit in reverse that made her feel emptier and emptier the more he filled her.

The more cock she took in her ass, the more she needed.

It was an impossible feedback loop and Abi felt her cunt drooling against the grimy mattress as she was forced down, over and over again. As she was sodomized.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he was saying, his balls slapping against her cunt as she felt his cock stretch her ass.

Cum in me, you troglodyte. End this exquisite torture!

"Uh fuck, uh fuck," he said, not really speaking to her. Abi reflected that he was basically masturbating with her body.

She was a fuckdoll.

The thought made her grool even more, her cunt juicy now. She longed to slide her fingers inside herself, but felt helpless to make a move. She was a pliable object, not a person but just a toy for someone else to enjoy.

But the mystery man in her ass was wrapping up for himself. He spasmed inside her and Abi felt that hot flow, more than just his semen, it was some indescribable force entering her.

He pulled his cock out of her and her ass let out a shuddering fart, followed by a wet squelch as his baby batter tried to escape.

Abi imagined what it looked like, what her ass looked like right now, torn open and bubbling, the red of her insides and the off-white or yellow of some creep's jizz leaking out of her.

She heard him stumble out of the room.

Abi relaxed her sphincter and lay there with her face in the grime, feeling the cum dribbling down her pussy from her gaping butthole, listening to her gurgling guts like she was in one of her beloved gonzo circus pornos.

She wished one of the boys filming on their stupid phones would zoom right into her gaping anus, wish they had some 4k rig with professional lighting in a glamorous mansion, and not just last year's Android in this dreary, stinking hovel.

She wished the boys were studs, not just desperate, arrogant boys but men, hard men who knew what to do with meat like herself.

Maybe she could shape them. They were all hers now, afterall, after giving up their essence.

Right?

That's what she figured her mother's letter said. She owned them now.

Stupid boys. They thought they were taking advantage of her, using a dumb slut to get their nut for a night of cheap thrills.

They didn't know what they'd signed up for.

Abi smiled to herself and reached back between her legs to smear her fingers through the jizz puddle that had drained from her anus. She scooped a hot, thick load off the mattress and brought it to her mouth.

Mhmm. What a delectable, sinful taste. These stupid boys, their awful diets - what were they eating, that their jizz was so bitter?

The taste of her own ass, not just her ass but her digestive system, the taste of biology and chemicals and enzymes... and some indefinable jouissance that the crusted, filthy mattress added, the taste of the shame of countless skanks like Nevaeh, ran through without a purpose or a prayer on this altar to masculine selfishness.

Now it was Abigail's altar, and the taste was of power.

Abi rolled over onto her back, letting her legs spread wide, airing out her abused cunt and ass, feeling more semen leaking out of her.

She could hear boys downstairs, loud and obnoxious. Probably bragging to each other about the slut they'd just ran through. Abi strained to listen but couldn't make out words in their jabber.

There was a tiny water closet off this accursed "bedroom," with a forsaken toilet, a cracked, leaning sink, and a tiny stall shower that might've been brightly tiled at one point decades ago but was now simply the color of apathy.

Abi looked in the filthy, cracked mirror. Her makeup was running, looking so captivatingly slutty. Her face was sheened in sweat, her hair wild, her nipples hard and defiant.

Abi felt like a whore goddess, and she felt the necklace on her chest pulsing with her own confidence. She no longer saw the insecure, fat little girl she'd known so long looking back at her.

She saw a voluptuous, desirable, desirous woman.

She didn't have to accept the things others deigned to give her. She could take what she wanted.

Her hand crept down to her throbbing cunt, and she fingered herself, watching herself, locking eyes with herself in the mirror until she came hard, knees buckling, grabbing the already rickety sink for support and gasping a low, sustained moan.

As her orgasm subsided, she watched herself lick her fingers clean of herself and the gifts of so many boys tonight. Then she touched her own face, turning herself this way and that, contemplating...

Yes, a goddess...

With legs shifting and muscles tensing, she farted, and the sound and vibration that just weeks ago would have turned her crimson with shame instead resonated through her. Without thought, without hesitation, she clapped her hand to her backside, feeling more jizzum leaking out.

Waste not, want not, she told herself as she devoured this stringy morsel too, wishing that Rachel could be here right now to witness her shamelessness.

You tried to break me, but I'm stronger than ever.

Only now did she splash some water on her face, taking a quick whore's bath with the feeble flow of the sink.

Someone slammed into the half open bathroom door, nearly scaring the shit - no, actually, the jizz out of Abigail.

It was Ray.

Oh happy day. One more for the road.

"Urp," said Ray, and then threw up in the toilet.

He stood up, drool dripping from his lip, and undid his pants. A mighty stream of piss arced into the bowl as Ray swayed back and forth.

Abi waited. Ray pissed.

And pissed.

And pissed.

Finally, the flow slackened.

Ray shook his cock, and some more pee came out. Finally, it seemed like he was done.

Abi grabbed him, kneeled down, and got to work. This was gonna be all business.

His dick was limp and dripping pee. Quite a difference from the first night Abi had been facefucked.

She took his little member gently and suckled on it, not minding the salty tinge of urine still left.

Ray was fucking wasted, but with Abi's ministrations he started to swell. Soon, his cock was the fearsome tool he'd gagged her with that first night, and now Abi choked him down with as much spit and sluttish gagging as she could muster.

She tasted the tang of piss and sweat and BO on him, but she didn't care.

Ray was leaning against the wall, muttering "Oh shit, yeah."

Abi smiled to herself, as much as she could smile with Ray's cock stretching her mouth.

Drunk out of your mind and you still know good head when you get it, you dirty boy.

Ray was thrusting now, and Abi was relaxing her throat, letting him fuck her face again, making that porny gluck-gluck-gluck sound.

She had a thought. Abi dug into her purse on the filthy floor next to the toilet. Feeling more tears welling in her eyes, she held her phone up for a cock sucking selfie.

Snap, snap, snap. Gluck, gluck, gluck.

Fuck, I look hot, Abi thought, watching herself sucking cock on her phone.

"Fuck!" Ray coughed onto Abi's head. His cock twitched and a hearty blast of jizz hit the back of Abi's throat.

Now it was her turn to cough, reeling back and trying not to throw up.

Abi wretched, and felt her phone slip from her fingers.

Shit! She scrabbled for her phone as it tipped into the filthy toilet bowl.

Saved it! Phew!

Ray was staggering away now, pants still undone. Abi felt his load glowing inside her, down her throat and into her stomach.

She felt all the loads she'd taken tonight, in her cunt, up her shitter, down her throat, spattered down her legs and on her tits. They were mixing, not mattering which boy had spurted which glob, they were mixing inside her and fuelling her.

She felt like she was floating.

* * *

She was running barefoot up the hill, carrying her fuck-me slut pumps, not feeling the chill, not feeling the effects of the alcohol or the abuse to her cunt and anus or the freezing road on her bare feet.

She was breathing strong, but not ragged. Abi was feeling alive.

* * *

Abi was surprised to see Rachel and Eric at the dorm. Rachel groaned as Abi came down the hallway to their formally shared door.

"I just came to get some things. Figured you were out slutting around."

Abi stood tall and unlocked the door without responding. She could tell Rachel was fuming.

Her ex-friend's eyes grew wide. "Is that my fucking dress?"

"Is it?" Abi played dumb, pulling her jacket back to reveal the stains and stretches, and her nipples still erect from the night air.

Rachel was livid.

"You- you fucking- WHORE!" She shouted the last word, and here Abi did cringe in worry, that the whole floor would wake up now, that the RA would come.

"You fat fucking bitch whore! How can you be so, so-" Rachel sputtered out.

"I guess I'm just living my best life Rache." Abi was feeling inspired. "Isn't that what you wanted for me?" She fingered the necklace on her chest, sure Rachel could take the hint.

Abi pushed past Rachel.

"Hi, Eric," she whispered as breathily as she could. Locking eyes for a moment, she saw he was hooked, that he was looking at the fucked out whore in front of him and irrevocably falling in lust.

She's nothing. You can have me.

"Did you like the link, slut?" Rachel tried a parting shot, but Abi clicked the door shut.

Way to admit it, Rache. Sorry I don't care more!

Abi pulled the sweaty, beer and jizz stained dress down and stood nude in the middle of her room, backing in her achievements.

Magnificent exit, girl.

Abi stepped out of the ruined dress, feeling like such a successful slut as she did so. Her nipples were still hard, and she was horny again from teasing Eric.

And from teasing Rachel.

And from being a whore. When would it end? When would she be able to wield her power?

How many dicks would she have to suck? Even as she lamented her wantonness, Abi felt the urge to masturbate, to plunge her fingers into herself and ride to a final orgasm for the night.

She sat down at her gooning station, a towel on her chair and her browser ready to autocomplete.

As she scooted in her chair, her eyes caught something on the floor, something that hadn't been there before. Rachel must have dropped it on her way out...

Abi's curiosity got the better of her, and she was glad of it after picking up the loose papers. They were more of her mother's letter!

Rachel must have had them hidden somewhere in the dorm, Abi realized, and had either meant to take them with her or dislodged them while packing more of her stuff to take away.

Before clicking over to some porn, Abi needed to read the new pages. There it was: a ritual, just as her mother had promised at the end of the old pages! After some more introduction there followed some dense text, clearly copied from a source in her mother's cramped, professional script.

Abi's heart quickened. Yes, it was a ritual of power, to focus her energies and command others.

It was called The Closing of the Doors and Abi's eyes grew wide as she read through the archaic language, reading between the lines and realizing what it entailed. Her own mother had copied this filthy magick down, laboriously, for her own daughter to use.

It was exactly what she'd been looking for.

More than an undisciplined train by stupid frat boys, this was... art. Her body, used to the fullest.

Just like her favorite videos.

It would require discipline from the men involved.

She thought about texting Stephen.

She thought about asking if he had any friends. Or if he knew Tony.

She thought about how to ask if they'd mind sharing.

To be continued...