The Bloom: A Free Use World Pt. 02

Part 2 - Homecoming

The first week after her injection had been a blur of excess -- a level of depravity so raw and consuming that even the most insatiable girls she'd known couldn't have imagined it. Unbeknownst to her, Nora had essentially doubled the effects of the aphrodisiac; where others were merely horny and eager to be used, she was something else entirely.

For Nora, especially during that first week, sex wasn't just an everyday occurrence like it was to others -- it was a passion of extreme depravity. A hunger that swallowed everything else. She became the perfect plaything, the kind of shameless slut men fantasize about but rarely found. Every waking thought was consumed with one question: how to get fucked and hurt more, how to push herself further, how to feel more (or less). She was exhausted, her body worn thin -- and yet, so ravenously, achingly hungry.

But before we see her break, we need to continue where we left off to see just what takes her there:

After leaving the hospital, Nora had started a spontaneous threesome with two strangers who fucked her well -- and although such cases were commonplace in the world at the time, her extreme passion for the fucking mixed with unreal beauty attracted a large crowd.

For hours she had been used on the street corner, fucking every man that walked up to her. At some point she had been lifted up by a man the size of a small mountain -- impaled on his dick while another pumped her asshole from behind, wailing in pleasure. Truly nothing felt better than being filled by warm cocks. Each load of cum that she swallowed, that covered her glowing skin, or was pumped in one of her holes, felt like ecstasy. She had so many orgasms she was struggling to think, and could not keep track of time.

Only after being used to the point where even the most bold stranger didn't want to enter the passed out mess of a cumslut laying on the asphalt, drenched from head to toe in cum, hair like rats nest, and a bladder that had given up leaking piss in a puddle around her ass, did the constant fucking stop.

Eventually, nightfall came, and Tuesday nights in Seattle were rarely exciting. Naked and utterly spent, she lay outside the now-closed coffee shop, her chest rising and falling faintly as exhaustion claimed her. Occasionally, a passerby -- one of the few remaining homeless men in this new era -- would stop, fuck her briefly, add yet another to the tally to the cumrag of a body, and move on without a word.

She awoke with a jolt and slowly sat up, her breath catching in her throat. Glancing down at herself, she marveled at the state of her body -- glistening with countless loads of cum, disheveled, utterly spent. On impulse, she scooped a bit of cum from her pussy and brought it to her lips. Incredible.

How had she never understood before? How good sex felt, how intoxicating it was, how even the aftertaste of it thrilled her. Just catching sight of her reflection in the coffee shop window sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She was almost unrecognizable -- her makeup ruined, her hair wild and stuck together by lobs of semen, her skin slick and marked all over.

Carefully, she wiped at the corner of her left eye with a fingertip, trying to keep the wad of cum from entering it, and attempted to stand. But even with the doubled dose of aphrodisiac still humming through her veins, her legs trembled beneath her, barely able to hold her weight and she collapsed back down on the pavement, scraping her ass in the process.

How long had she been out here?

She'd left the doctor's office sometime before two, and now it was fully dark, the streets deserted and quiet.

The heat still hummed faintly in her veins, but she was at least satiated enough to think clearly -- clear enough to want to go home. Spotting her purse and clothes piled under a lamppost, she crawled over, wiped her sticky hand covered in various body fluids off on her jeans, and dug her phone out, managing to summon an Uber with shaky fingers.

She thought briefly about getting dressed while she waited, but her body disagreed. Utterly drained, she stayed where she was, sitting atop the crumpled pile of clothes. Her phone screen blinked back at her: 7 minutes away. She glanced at the time -- and her eyes widened.

3:12 AM.

Jesus.

But what now? She'd finished high school just a week earlier -- online, quietly -- and hadn't bothered to make plans beyond that. She'd never imagined the aphrodisiac would hit her this hard. Then again, neither had the doctor. Would she even be able to function in society now?

Tired as she was, and with a deep soreness radiating through her body, she noticed something strange: her throat and pussy felt... fine. Not just fine -- almost eager again. Where before an ordeal like this would have broken her, now it seemed to have sharpened her senses, leaving her with a strange, glowing joy.

A laugh -- small, breathless, almost giddy -- escaped her just as the Uber pulled up to the curb. She made another half-hearted attempt to stand but immediately collapsed back down onto the pile of clothes.

The passenger window slid down with a quiet whir, and the driver -- a middle-aged man with dark skin, an impressive jawline, and sharp eyes -- leaned over, surveying her with a faint smirk.

"Jesus Maria, lady," he drawled, "has half the city just used you?"

"At least," Nora murmured, almost giddy, as she began crawling toward the car.

The driver rolled his eyes, muttered something under his breath, then stepped out, circled around to her side, and opened the door. With surprising ease, he slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her into the seat.

"Getting my seats all stained again, goddamn," he grumbled, clicking the seatbelt into place for her.

"Thanks," she whispered, letting her head loll back.

Then, faintly: "I'll make it up to you."

He just shook his head, glancing toward the pile of clothes on the sidewalk.

"Those yours?" he asked, jerking his chin in their direction.

"Oh. Yes."

The driver strolled over, scooped the ruined clothes into his hands, and dropped them carelessly at her bare, dirty feet before shutting the door. When had she lost her shoes? She couldn't even remember.

Nora sank back into the warmth of the car, grateful to be out of the chill night air. Still clutching her phone loosely in one hand, she watched the man return to the driver's seat, shut his door, and cue up some calm, indie-sounding music before pulling away from the curb.

After a moment, he asked, "So... what happened to you?"

Nora straightened slightly, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Here," she said softly. "Let me make up for the cum-stained seats."

Undoing her seatbelt, she leaned across the console, fingers deftly working his belt open. He didn't protest as she slid his pants down just far enough to free him -- already hard beneath her touch. No matter how wrecked she looked, she was still beautiful. Still irresistible. And he clearly wasn't about to turn down the offer.

"What happened to me is I needed dick," she murmured, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft between practiced strokes. She spoke in breathy fragments between her expert movements.

"I got... the hormone injections... for people not infected by the Bloom. But turns out--" she paused to take him fully into her mouth, sliding all eight inches down her throat, gagging softly before pulling back -- "I was already infected. So now... I'm doubled up."

The driver groaned low in his chest, his hands tightening slightly on the wheel, though his tone remained almost casual.

"That's crazy," he said, his breath hitching. "You must be horny on... another level."

She nodded faintly, her lips still wrapped around him. "I am," she gasped when she came up for air. "And the doctor... said the first week is the worst."

The driver chuckled under his breath and shook his head slightly. "Yeah... that makes sense," he replied, voice calm despite the tension in his body.

She continued blowing his cock in silence, savoring the musky heat of him, the faint salt of his skin. At some point, with his shaft buried deep in her throat, the driver let out a sudden, guttural groan -- and a hot, unexpected rope of cum struck the back of her throat.

Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but his pleasure overtook him; his hand slid to the back of her head, firm and insistent, holding her there as he spilled into her and pushing her down even further.

She couldn't breathe -- the cum kept filling her mouth, pulse after pulse, her nose pressed tight against the man's crotch. Her throat clenched as she gagged over and over while the strong hand on her head pushed her even further down, and inevitably she coughed up a small wad over his shaft as she finally pulled back, eyes brimming with tears.

"Thank you," she whispered, catching her breath, a faint smile curling her lips as a wad of cum drooled down on her chin.

"You too," the man replied, exhaling with relief. "I needed that. And... damn -- that was way hotter than I'm used to."

He didn't bother tucking himself back in as Nora sank into her seat, where a small, warm puddle of old cum and pussy juices had already formed beneath her. They sat in silence for a few moments, the hum of the car and the faint rhythm of the tires filling the space, before he finally spoke.

"You, uh... should be careful. I remember when the virus hit. It's a big change."

"I'll be fine," she murmured, almost flippantly. "It's not like I haven't been used as a cumrag since the day I turned eighteen anyway."

The man chuckled softly as he turned a corner. "I can imagine. But... that's not really what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" she asked, glancing at him as another car passed. She caught sight of its female driver, head tipped back as the man beside her lazily fingered her under the dashboard.

"I mean you're human. Which means you have fantasies," the driver said, his tone steady. "Some of those aren't as... commonplace as everyday sex has become. And they're hard enough for most people to resist their first week. If you're doubled up? I can't even imagine."

"Fantasies?" she echoed hesitantly. "Like... kinks?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

She fell quiet, the thought settling over her like a heavy blanket. Of course she had kinks -- she always knew that. Even though she hated herself for it, even though the shame sometimes suffocated her, she'd always felt it. The dark thrill she got during her first time being used violently. The way her stomach flipped when she wet herself. The way her pulse spiked when she was choked -- God, she loved being choked. Her mind drifted back to Kyle, to that first brutal moment when he broke her and left her unconscious against the lockers.

Heat flushed through her again, and she shifted in her seat. The driver noticed and smirked faintly.

"See?" he said. "Just thinking about it already has you in a chokehold."

The corner of his mouth curled knowingly, and for a fleeting moment he looked like he wished he were the one holding her there.

"My advice? Get it out of your system this week while your senses are all over the place. Once the hormone calms down, start a routine. Don't just let yourself turn into another mind numb body lying on a bed being used all day. Work out. Get a job. Make friends. Live."

"Noted," she replied quietly, with a hint of appreciation in her voice.

"And when I say 'get it out of your system,' I don't mean getting wrecked by half of Capitol Hill on a street corner. Even if that's your kink, it's dangerous -- for you and for everyone else, especially when you can't control yourself. By the looks of it, you like it rough, and strangers on a corner can kill you if you're not careful. Go to the kink house. Bloom or something"

"A kink house?" she'd heard about it; thats where the most twisted men went to get off on girls that liked things not really appropriate in the office.

"Yeah. Pay for a few days, get one of the packages, hole up there, and you can let yourself go with people who know what they're doing. Someone will always step in if things get too far. Too many people have killed themselves by accident chasing a high they couldn't handle."

That actually sounds... smart, she thought, even as a fresh wave of arousal curled in her stomach. Unable to wait any longer, she reached for her pants and pulled the egg from her pocket.

"Do you mind?" she asked, holding it up.

The driver rolled his eyes. "Go ahead."

But she was already pressing the humming toy inside herself, cupping it in place to keep it from slipping with all the slickness still inside her. How many men had even used her today? She couldn't possibly count, and she had undoubtedly been unconscious for a large portion of it.

The vibrations from the toy sent a small jolt through her system, and her thoughts began to race again and the stimulation pleasured her, her mind tumbling over her long list of kinks.

"What about... other stuff? Things that aren't dangerous?" she asked breathlessly.

"What do you mean?" The driver's voice was calmer now, his interest fading slightly after his earlier release.

"Like... pee. And... humiliation... and stuff."

He smirked faintly. "Pee and humiliation and 'stuff' isn't all that unusual," he said. "You'll see it at the kink house too. Honestly, they don't have many limitations -- though make sure not to get the no-limits package, that's too far for even the horniest beasts."

"I don't think I have limits anymore though. I don't think there's anything I don't want" she admitted, her breath hitching as the toy pulsed inside her. "Any form of being used... ugh, it's all I can think about now. I want to break."

A sharp gasp left her as a smaller orgasm rolled through her, less intense than before but just enough to take the edge off and let her focus again.

The rest of the ride passed in a thick, charged silence. The toy still thrummed faintly inside her, but Nora kept her hands folded in her lap, watching the city lights blur past the window. The driver didn't speak again, just shot her the occasional sideways glance -- half curiosity, half something darker -- before pulling up in front of her mothers house. The lights were off.

"Here you go," he said quietly.

She hesitated for a moment before reaching for the door handle. "Thanks," she murmured. "For... the advice."

He just nodded, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. "Good luck, Nora. Don't forget what I said."

The air outside felt cooler now, softer against her flushed skin. She gathered her clothes under one arm, tugged her purse onto her shoulder, and stepped outside, this time finally able to hold her own weight.

The door shut behind her with a click, and the quiet hybrid drove away, slowly. She sighed and padded barefoot into the house. As soon as she stepped inside and the cool tile floor hit her dirty feet, exhaustion settled over her like a warm blanket.

She dropped her things on the counter, stood there in the half-dark, and let herself breathe for the first time all night. Her reflection in the kitchen window caught her eye again -- hair wild, cheeks flushed, dried cum all over.

Sitting at the counter, she pulled her phone from her bag, thumb hovering over the screen. She opened a browser, and -- almost automatically -- searched for Seattle kink house.

The top result was a sleek black-and-red site, promising discretion, safety, and "a playground for every fantasy." She scrolled through the photos absently -- velvet-lined rooms, heavy ropes coiled neatly, padded benches, other men and women going at it in the most creative of fashions.

Her pulse quickened.

The driver's words echoed in her mind. Don't fall into the trap. Get it out of your system. Do it safely.

Without giving herself another moment to hesitate, she tapped Book Now. An endless list of fetishes popped up; "pee", "gangbang", "feet", "choking" and at least a hundred more. She tapped the "packages" option, but before she was able to look through them, a massive banner appeared: "Select the no-limits package for a 5 day stay at 80% discount; covers all packages." She didn't even question it. Regardless of what the Uber driver said, she had no limits.

An endless array of warnings appeared as she tried to book; the final being: "will you survive, or will you break?"

It got her wet.

The confirmation email arrived a moment later:

Your room is ready. Welcome to The Bloom House.

Nora set her phone down and leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling.

She was bone-tired, but one last thought gnawed at her -- a quiet certainty that she wouldn't be able to fall asleep unless she did it.

Slowly, lazily, she climbed the stairs to her mother's room. The door creaked softly as she pushed it open and slipped inside. Her mother and Jason lay naked on the bed, backs to each other, the sheets tangled around their hips. Nora padded across the floor, shut the door behind her, and slid into the small space in front of Jason.

He stirred at once, blinking in the dark. "Jesus bitch... you reek," he muttered, his tone halfway between disgust and disbelief as his eyes took her in -- a disheveled used mess, sticky with cum. Still, he shifted back a little to give her room, and she felt him already beginning to harden against her thigh.

"Sorry," she whispered, settling onto her side, back to him. "Just... please. Fuck me to sleep."

"Seriously?" he scoffed, though his hands were already on her, lifting her top leg, rough fingers sliding between her thighs. "You're completely full already," he growled as he felt her. "How many guys did you let use you tonight, you dumb slut?"

Nora didn't bother answering. She simply closed her eyes and let a faint, dreamy smile curve her lips as his thick cock pressed insistently at her entrance.

"Fine," he said lowly, his voice rough now. "You can lie here... but I'm using your ass then."

She let out a soft sigh of agreement as he slid into her loosened asshole, her body yielding easily, slick and relaxed from the night's excesses.

Dreaming of her future -- of the kink house, of whatever else awaited her -- she drifted off to the steady rhythm of him pounding into her. Tomorrow, she would go to the Bloom House. And whatever happened next... she already knew there was no going back.

By the time Jason blew his load inside her, she'd already fallen asleep.