Chapter 7
Strangely enough, Z did not feel a single strand of hesitation in B’s thrusting as he did not even pause for a second when his room door opened. Next thing Z heard was the door being gently pushed back to its original position, with a click sound signifying that it has been fastened back to its closed position. Hypothesizing that B’s parents must have walked in on them and politely exited after seeing the scene, Z silently cursed for allowing herself to be manipulated sexually so easily. As if the impression her ex-boyfriend now has of her isn’t bad enough, now she has just spoiled B’s parents’ impression of her. Just great.
Not to mention the random people B had successfully exposed her to. Z still vividly remembers the time where she was pulled upright at the traffic light, intending to protest at the pain only to make eye contact with a total stranger in the next car. Ugh the embarrassment!
In fact, Z felt even more humiliated now that it was B’s parents who had seen her naked, doing the deed. She secretly thanked the position B was fucking her in, face planting right into the sheets such that at the very least, B’s parents wouldn’t see her pleasured fuckface.
Before Z could venture further into her thoughts about the situation, her thoughts were interrupted when she felt B adjust his body weight behind her, while still within her. Anticipating the next change in mood or position, little did Z know that she was about to realize the bizarre situation she that she was going to be in…
Chapter 8
Z felt the thrusting pause and strong arms grabbed her tied up wrists. A firm, backward pull lifted her head from the sheets, even as she stayed connected below with B. Z’s tits swing forward, erect in the middle of nowhere as she felt her blindfold slid upwards. Recovering her sense of sight, her eyes quickly adjusted to a puzzling sight before her.
In front of her stood a fairly attractive chinese male, looking to be in his early twenties, wearing a simple T-shirt saying FC*K YOU and blue skinny jeans. Their eyes met and the guy revealed a sinister smile.
Puzzled, Z was snapped back into reality when the thrusting continued. Shock seized Z as she continued moaning involuntarily. She realised the sorry state she was in, being pounded naked in front of a male stranger she had never met. It was one thing to be exposed in public areas where fleeting strangers may have caught a glimpse of you in an exposed or unglam state. It was quite another to have a complete stranger leering at you while you were being fucked. “No, no, no, what the fuck?” Z protested, struggling against her bonds, Z felt an authoritative hand grab one of her love pillows firmly from behind even as the other held the tension pulling back her arms. Using one of her soft, white mammaries as a grabhold, B proceeded to thrust harshly into Z, proving her struggles futile as she was continuously fucked despite her efforts.
As if to make things worse, Z saw that the stranger had taken out his phone and begin the film the scene before him. “Oh my god, no, please don’t film me, please” Z pleaded. She felt like she was suddenly the star of her own porn film, bonded and raped like so many sleazy videos had once featured.
Objections were futile as Z noticed that the handheld phone had began to come closer to her while the action behind her never ceased. The stranger seem to be taking close up shots of her unwilling face, even as Z tried her best not to moan in order to not give them the satisfaction.
The cameraman then moved to the side of Z, showcasing the curves of her feminine body. B’s hand left her breast and stretched forward to tilt Z’s unwilling face towards the camera, forcing her to face the camera as the stranger captured the exhibition of Z’s pristine posture. Recorded on tape was Z on her knees, breasts hanging with brown and erect nipples. Her back was stretched, forming a small indent as she perked her butt upwards like a well-trained bitch for easy entry. Her knees were spread apart, featuring the full length of her snow, long legs that supported her body weight while her arms were held taut, pulled back by the man buried deep within her.
The camera next focused on the action between her legs, showcasing strong thrusts from the man behind her. Z had truly been broken at this point, realizing that not only every single curve of her body is now recorded and filmed, every part of her pussy is also going to be explored on camera. Even by her own best efforts in front of the mirror, she knew she could never see in as much detail what the camera will show of her pussy. And to make things worse, there was a dick firmly lodged inside it.
Z sobbed quietly as the dick inside her withdrew, exposing to the camera a gaping hole. A hard smack ensued, reddening one of her butt cheeks rapidly as Z felt prodding fingers poke, prod and stretch her womanhood. Her clitoris was mercilessly toyed with on camera, driving Z insane with pleasure one second while harsh spanks landed directly on her pussy, driving Z insane with pain in the next.
Reviewing the footage just taken, the two men whispered to themselves in a corner, leaving a tied, slumped, naked and sobbing Z in the middle of the bed. Z wished for the ordeal to end, knowing very well that it is unlikely to. After all, she did spot an raging hardon from the cameraman, and knew ultimately, it will be one of her holes that will make it go away.
Happy with whatever footage they had gotten, B’s friend began to strip at the side while B untied Z’s hands. It was as if everyone in the room knew that Z would not resist any longer, and so there was no longer any need to keep her tied. Z herself wondered why she had stopped struggling even as the bonds came free. Instead she simply accepted her ordeal, striving only for it to end sooner. Could it be that she actually liked being seen by strangers while she was fucked…?
Chapter 9
The respite was brief, barely moments it felt to Z, before the men came onto her. They placed Z on her back, and the stranger for the first time, laid his hands on Z while sitting at the side of the bed. Z still didn’t know his name, or how he was even in this situation as he spread her snowy white thighs apart gently. Caressing her now red and swollen clit tenderly, the stranger touched Z like a lover would, slow pace, no haste, kicking her hormones into action once again, coaxing her nectar out of her. Z decided to name the stranger N in her mind as she felt herself getting warmer, arousal creeping in with the slow, sensual motions of N’s finger near her womanhood, a stark contrast to the rough session she just endured with B.
Sensing Z was ready, Z watched as N climbed onto the bed, not realizing she was holding her breath. Seeing N’s tool for the first time, it seemed reasonable, unlike the pygmy of her ex-boyfriend nor the bulk of B. Z felt N’s hand caressing her cheek warmly as he kissed her tenderly, distracting her with some tongue as he got into position. N slid into her easily, well-lubricated and well-stretched from all the previous action of the day. Z found herself enjoying this lovemaking, somewhat surprising herself as soft moans escaped from her.
Just like the strokes of his fingers and his tongue, N took his time with Z, slowly but surely injecting more pleasure into Z. It takes a man an incredible amount of will, to be able to control himself that well when taking advantage of an exploited woman. Most would have thrusted themself blind with lust until they had no more ammunition, but not N. N was determined to draw out the experience and make every moment count.
Lost in the pleasures of the flesh, Z had completely forgotten that another man was still in the same sphere of space as the two currently in their own world. Z was sharply reminded when a phone was rudely thrusted to her face. It seems that B was capturing every blissful moment Z was spending with N on camera as well. No longer embarrassed or concerned that the most intimate detail of her was now caught on tape, Z began to freely throw the camera slutty glances as she approached her own orgasm.
Sadly, just before she could reach her peak, N pulled out and requested to be ridden. Disappointed that she was so near, Z climbed onto N with vigor, riding rapidly as she tried to chase the orgasm that seemed so close yet so far. Tantalizingly close, Z grabbed N hands, placing them on her barely B cup breasts as she grinded hard on top of him. Still moments away, Z began to seduce the phone camera held in B’s hands as she grated her hips. She would throw the most seductive look she could manage at the camera, bite her bottom lip or flip her hair as her grinding got in sync with the upwards thrusts of N below her. Z can already feel that the incoming orgasm would be one of epic proportions…
Chapter 10
Z was absolutely right as she spasmed hard when the first wave hit. Z’s eyes turned upwards, leaving the whites of her eyes as she gripped N’s member hard within her. She seized N’s hands that were still on her breasts and dug her nails in, tiding the orgasm over. As Z felt her body begin to recover, she felt her orgasm being prolonged as N continued thrusting hard into her, kneading and fondling her breasts and nipples simultaneously. Z screamed out loud with no care in the world as the second wave hit her hard, totally immobilizing her as she slumped on top of N, who was still erect as ever within her.
Wrapping his arms around Z and holding her close, Z appreciated the precious sane moments in N’s embrace in a day full of chaos. Z felt content, having just experienced one (or two?) of the best and longest orgasm in her life although she noted that N was still going strong but kindly slow in her.
Z began to wonder how she could reward N for being such a patient lover, determined to give him a good time when she felt a prod near her rear. Before she could react, pain tore through her sphincter as another penis attempted entry, inch by inch, painfully and slowly. Trying to push herself up, Z found that the arms that were holding her in embrace now kept her captive. Her breasts rested on N’s chest, almost nipples to nipples, as N held Z’s nape, holding her parallel to him as B began moving in her. An anal virgin, Z suddenly found herself double penetrated, two warm rods within her separated by a thin layer of her own cells.
Pain flooded her senses as both N and B begin to pick up pace. It was a truly intense experience and it took some time before pleasure begin to overtake the pain Z felt. Soon, all Z felt was pleasure as the penetration alternated. It felt as if at any one moment, something somewhere was thrusting her, driving her insane with screaming moans. Z lost track of time as she continued yelling and moaning, barely incoherent. As if choreographed, Z soon felt both rods begin to sputter and spew within her, warmth liquid filling her up rapidly. Weirdly, that seemed to be the trigger that pushed her over yet another orgasm that night, the one she did not expect, nor wished to have.
Quickly pulling out of her after they were done, the men snapped away at the two lines of white substance trailing down from each of her holes. Z happily cooperated by now, hormones and pheromones overflowing in her system, spreading her holes wider herself with her hands to showcase the men’s achievement. In a sick and twisted way, it was Z’s very own achievement too, having unlocked for the very first the sexual act of double penetration. How many women in this world can say they have achieved the same?
And as if to reward the men, Z took the initiative and cleaned them up with her mouth, not hesitating a bit or shying away at the ass-to-mouth experience. It was a sight to behold, Z kneeling on the floor serving one dick at a time while the other waited. The men needed no prompting as shutter sounds filled the room, clicking and storing each image of Z in her nakedness and slutty posture waiting on the men’s members.
The men began to dress up, disappointing a naked and pouting Z who seem insatiable at this point and was secretly trying to revive their little brothers for more. Resigned, Z retreated to B’s bed when she felt B grab her hips and pulled her towards him roughly.
“Where do you think you are going Z?” B demanded. “Do you honestly think we are done with you?”. Z felt her nether regions growing moist as she heard B’s statement. Excitement and fear filled her as she wondered what the rest of her night was awaiting her…
Chapter 11
Opening the room door without waiting for Z to get dressed, B pulled her out of the room fully nude and drenched with perspiration, as if parading her nakedness to the rest of the family. Fortunately or unfortunately, only B’s dad was out in the living room and he gave the boys a wink after eyeing Z from head to toe, whistling in appreciation.
Z’s face blushed a crimson red as she was whisked out of the room fully nude. Hoping nobody was out and about at this time, she was sorely disappointed when she spotted B’s dad sitting on the living room couch, watching TV. Z saw the eyes of the man in the living narrow to a slit, evaluating every part of her as she stepped out shyly. Her hands quickly darted across her chest and between her legs, trying to protect whatever little modesty she has left. She may have turned into a willing partner in the bedroom, but they were no longer in a bedroom. For the second time in the same day, Z is currently being seen completely naked by a man she never intended to exhibit her body to, the shame deeply felt as she was made to twirl on the spot, showing off the rest of her body.
B then ushered her out of the house to the sounds of B’s dad whistling, making her walk in front of the two guys to the lift as they followed behind. Z could feel their eyes staring at her buttocks, sashaying with each step taken. Z wondered what else in mind they had for her as she arrived and stopped at the lift lobby, waiting for the lift. She felt a hand cup her breast and fondle her nipples from behind, while another reached for her clitoris as the man behind her positioned her to face the CCTV camera outside the lifts, giving a free show to whichever lucky surveillance guy that might be watching. Z felt thoroughly exploited thinking of her current state. She was nude and out in the public, without a single possession, her life literally in the hands of the two men accompanying her. As much as the thrill of exposure excited her, Z was clearly fearful of what lies ahead, the uncertainty way more scary than the potential pleasure to be obtained.
Fortunately, the trip to the car was one without hiccups. Being in the middle of the night, Z was thankful that she did not run into anyone directly she hurried from the void deck to B’s car in her full glory. Occasionally she was spotted by someone far away suspecting she was completely naked, but Z silently sped towards B’s car before the person could come close, preventing any awkward banter. Z crowded into the backseat with N while B started up the car. The two at the back quickly got their hands busy, roaming all over each other during the journey, giving B a good show through the rearview mirror.
The journey was relatively short, leaving Z high and horny as B turned into their destination, a heavy-vehicle carpark near the bishan MRT depot. Here it seemed dead quiet, with most of the lots taken up by trailer lorries and buses. Although visible from the MRT tracks above, the trains have stopped operations hours ago…
Chapter 12
Turning into one of the parking lots, B ceased the engine and led the way out gentlemanly, opening Z’s door for her to step stark naked and horny into the night. Z hesitated, not quite ready to leave the comfort of the car fully nude. She may have begged for a piece of clothing in other situations, but she decided against it, knowing the futility of such an action.
Z felt rough gravel beneath her feet as she took a quiet, tentative step out. She noticed the parked heavy vehicles, the overhead MRT tracks, the nearly silent road beside. All seemed quiet as B led her to the front of the car, in front of the still-warm bonnet. Z smiled as she heard the unmistakable sound of zips, thinking to herself that this was not a bad spot for romps and impressed that B actually knew of such a place.
Wasting no time, Z lowered herself onto her knees, feeling the rough asphalt on her skin as she rewarded B with her mouth, somewhat thanking him for sending her out here. Z may be in her birthday suit, but at least this wasn’t a public place with human traffic like the park B had brought her to.
Gagging sounds punctured the air, a disturbance to the silence of the night as Z strived to entertain B, slurping and deep-throating him hard. Z also felt N getting busy fondling her sensitive areas as she worked on B’s member, keeping her high and horny since the car ride. N snapped away on his phone camera intermittently, capturing Z’s seductive face as she choked on B’s dick while looking straight into the lenses of the camera willingly.
Seemingly satisfied with her performance, Z felt herself being spread over the car bonnet face down, her nipples coming into contact with the still-warm bonnet cover. Gentle hands eased her inner thighs apart as she exposed her well-penetrated holes into the night air. Z felt B enter her front door as she moaned sensually, her senses heightened by public exposure at which they were copulating in. Z felt incredible erotic exhibiting herself in public while B ploughed repeatedly into her. Sounds of Z’s moans and distinctive claps of flesh on flesh spread as Z enjoyed B’s ramming, periodically looking back at the man filling her up with pleasure. She did not forget to look into the camera in N’s hands once in a while either, seducing it as if tempting the audience of the video to penetrate her too.
To Z’s surprise, it wasn’t long before she felt their surroundings stir to life. The sounds generated from the protagonists engaging in intercourse were making began to attract attention from parked vehicles around them. Z had initially thought that they were empty, parked here for the night before she realised people were clambering out of their vehicles to investigate the suspicious sounds…
Chapter 13
“B!!! There are, ugh, people here! We need to… ugh, we need to, ugh, go!” Z whispered alarmingly, clearly distressed. However, Z did not feel B slowing down one bit, instead grabbing her hair and pulling her head backwards while he thrusted even deeper into her.
“They’re gonna see us… oh my god, B, they are… ughhhhh” B moaned, unable to continue her sentence. She spotted at least two or three middle-aged men approaching their vehicle and attempted to struggle against the strong B. Helplessly, Z’s eyes trailed the men as they approached, they were grinning from ear to ear, easily comprehending the situation. Z instinctively tried to cover herself, only to realise that there was nothing to cover and that there was no point in it anyway. After all, what modesty is left of a woman getting fucked openly in public view? Soon, the men felt less than two arms length away from Z as they cheered B on, who felt harder and was vigorously slamming himself into Z for the umpteen time that night. Approaching his peak, Z felt B coming deep within her once again, pulling out to pats on the back as his cum dripped out of Z’s pussy.
Before Z could protest, she was flipped around, exhibiting her full frontal. Z was now lying with her back towards the car bonnet, arms behind her for support, legs spread apart, with a glistering wet patch made of mixed bodily fluids in the middle. She shyly made eye contact with the drivers in present and noted how none of them were physically attractive, most of them stout and short, looking like they are in their fifties, with protruding bellies and yellow teeth. Z sincerely hoped that she won’t need to fuck them, although a voice in her head told her it was no longer her choice.
Z felt N positioning himself between her spread legs to the delight of the audience as B addressed the crowd. Not one to be missing out, Z felt N entering her backdoor painfully, the opening still raw and tender from the action earlier, as if to compensate for missing out on her ass earlier in the bedroom. B drew cheers when he finished giving out instructions and before she knew it, Z began to feel many oily and grimy hands on her body, from twirling their fingers in her mouth, to other fondling her breasts and tweezing her nipples. The men weren’t gentle as some roughly slapped her inner thighs, while others tried to lick her. Z tried to evade, but there was simply no room to maneuver.
Although pleasure emanated from her rear up her spine, disgust enveloped her as Z felt dirty, unkempt hands on all parts of her body. She silently cursed B and N for pimping her out like this. She felt worse than a prostitute, who at least gets paid for sexual services.Here, she is just a playtoy for unpleasant men who does not even charge money. Z felt ashamed and degraded, yesterday she was just a kinky woman who liked to try different things in the bedroom, and by mistake, cheated on her boyfriend. Now she is just like a whore, brutally used free-of-charge by strangers she did not even know.
Z’s thoughts evaporated as the continued stimulus started to bring her pleasure. She spotted some of the men touching her freeing their own members and freely touching themselves while touching her. Z was suddenly impressed by her sexual prowess over men. Her body seem to captivate their very attention and Z felt empowered by it. In the whole of Z’s life, she rarely felt sexy. She had never been the class beauty, nor the seductive temptress in her growing years. If you asked people who knew her, it was unlikely that any of them would have described her as sexy. Yet here and now, naked and fucked, Z felt powerful, her sexual energy infecting every single one of her audience. Encouraged, she began to perform even while N continued to slide repeatedly into her butthole.
Z began to make eye contact with each and every man touching her sequentially. She would rub her own clitoris openly in front of them, moaning sensually as she saw them going crazy over her. She would reach out and play with their members just a tiny bit to make them even hornier as they continued to beat their meat once her hands left. Z felt like a sex goddess, entertaining and teasing men at her whim…
Chapter 14
Z wondered to herself why none of the men requested to penetrate her when some of the men began to reach their peaks, a few trying to aim their sprays at Z. She pondered about the experience of allowing a disgusting old man to fuck her as droplets of semen splattered sporadically around her, some landing on her face, while others on her chest and stomach. Z realised later that B had given them strict instructions to enjoy Z’s body on one condition, no penetration of any sort, and Z silently thanked B, reducing her risk of contracting STIs significantly.
N followed closely behind most of the men as they came, depositing his own load deep within Z anus. Z felt warm cum in her anus for the second time in her life that night. It was a warm and fuzzy feeling that is not uncomfortable and Z decided there and then that every man who gets to fuck her in her asshole should also be entitled to coming inside there. After all, there’s no reason to pull out right?
Unfortunately, even after N’s round, Z still felt horny. She sulked at the situation where everyone there had gotten to come except her. B and N looked rather exhausted, having used her so much already in B’s bedroom earlier. The other men looked worse for wear but Z was insatiable. She decided to reward her mortal audience, spreading her legs openly and pleasuring herself for all to see. She gave her best come-fuck-me look while tracing and touching her own breasts and clitoris, rubbing and fingering for all to enjoy. It’s was weird to be openly displaying something so intimately private, she hadn’t even masturbated herself in front of her boyfriend, or even to B in her life. Yet having an audience while she pleasured herself felt both incredibly weird and undeniably erotic, but insufficient for Z to crest her next peak.
Z suspected that she may never reach another orgasm without penetration in her lifetime again after all that she had experienced. It was a scary thought but more urgently, Z needed to get off. She took the opportunity to act demure and begged shyly for B and N to fuck her with their fingers as a substitute, which the men are only too happy to oblige. With three fingers stuck harshly in each of her holes, Z was double penetrated for the second time that night and came satisfyingly with a series of loud moans, signifying the end of the intense public session she just had.
A few flashes glittered the night as many took one last photo of Z, flushed with her recent orgasm, drenched in a sheen layer of perspiration. She was still lying on the bonnet of the car, which was a piece of cool metal by now. Z looked spent from the physical exertion, but her eyes was filled with satisfaction. She no longer flinched at the flashes, instead wondering if she should pose for it.
Men began to retreat to their vehicles as B and N led Z back into the car.
N took the wheel this time as Z snuck into the backseat with B. She very much wanted to slump in the backseat, exhausted from the day’s event. Instead, Z reached for B’s member instinctively and lapped at it. Keeping the windows down as usual, Z couldn’t care less as she buried her head in B’s lap. It took all of her concentration and effort to revive a much-spent B. Z would feel a gentle pat on her cheeks occasionally, signalling that she had an audience, raising her head in response. Z was no longer shy to make eye contact whenever this happened, be it at traffic lights with guys from other vehicles, or at a random pedestrian. In fact, she even proudly displayed her oral skills when possible, licking B’s member ludicrously while looking straight at the guys in the other car. It made Z feel immensely powerful as the audience would look at her, look at her nakedness longingly while she performed, making them green with envy wishing it was Z on their laps instead…
Chapter 15
N reversed into a parking lot at a carpark that briefly seemed familiar to Z, although she paid no heed, concentrating her efforts on B even after the car became stationary. Soon, she felt B shifting her shoulders, signalling her to stop as she spied a figure from far approaching their vehicle.
More than ready to expose herself to the benefit of this stranger, Z thought she had B’s number, this being just another of B’s usual tricks, trying to embarrass her by making her engage in intercourse while a stranger eyes them. Game for the challenge, Z took the initiative and climbed onto B’s member, aligning the key and the lock, allowing him to lodge deep into her butthole once again while she back-faced him. Z rode emphatically, excitement coursing through her veins, trying to show that she was longer afraid, nor shy of the challenge. She felt B’s hands enveloping her breasts as she supported her hands on B’s legs beside her, jutting herself up and down. Z felt empowered as a woman and sought after her next orgasm.
Z also tried to seductively make eye contact with the stranger, biting her lower lips, as he approached. She wanted the stranger to envy B for being the one enjoying her asshole. Heck, Z really didn’t mind letting the stranger fuck her at this point just for fun either. However, her efforts were less effective than she thought, as visibility was sub-par under the faint street lights outside, with even less illumination in the car. Nonetheless, the sounds they were making were unmistakable, and if anything, seeing a stationary car bouncing in a parking lot could only make things more obvious. The stranger did not hurry. He seemed to maintain his pace as he approached. Under the dim lights, the stranger was as close as 10 metres from the car before Z could begin to make out his features. Z was struck dumbfounded as realization of who the stranger was dawned on her.
“You guys are sick fucks” Z said accusingly at her two male companions as she froze. The men sneered and B continued to flung her up and down on his member mercilessly while grabbing her tits. Nostrils flaring, Z was drunk with rage and embarrassment as the events she knew was going to happen unfolded in front of her.
The stranger turned out to be Z’s ex-boyfriend, who Z had fell out with just hours ago. Helpless, angry and thoroughly humiliated in her current situation, Z begged her ex-boyfriend to look away, to turn away, to go away and not see Z in the state that she was in. Z pleaded desperately in between moans as her ex-boyfriend stared, both clearly knowing that he will unable to turn away from the scene. Z felt defeated and ashamed. A few hours ago, they were still living the illusion of a couple, albeit one that had an occasional heated argument. Now barely a few hours later, the same man that played the role of loving ex-boyfriend now have to see her being penetrated raw, in her asshole, both of which she had never allowed in her time with him. To make things worse, her boyfriend recognized the man owning her now. They had met briefly before and it was only time before her boyfriend realized it was the very same man who had made the video call and sent him pictures of her getting fucked earlier.
Z’s heart felt like thousands of knives had stabbed in as she saw her ex-boyfriend’s expression while he put two and two together. Z hung her head in depression yet B did not stop for a single second, in fact throwing open the car door to let Z’s ex-boyfriend have a better view of the slut Z had now become. As if the taunt wasn’t enough, B further humiliated Z by beginning to slap her face and tits harshly, drawing cries of pain and further reddening not only her already flushed cheeks, but also her white porcelain skin around her erogenous areas. Thankfully, N started up the car and drove away, leaving both Z and her ex-boyfriend slumped and devastated but at least getting them out of the situation…
Chapter 16
It was a strange feeling for Z, it seemed like her body never stopped moving on the ride back, even though she couldn’t even remember if she came. Her mind was elsewhere, seemingly separate from her body, thinking of how shameless she was, how badly she must have hurt her ex-boyfriend’s heart. She was not aware of when B came inside her ass, only feeling herself cast aside like a rag doll on the backseat when B was done with her.
It was as if Z’s body was on auto-pilot. When the car returned to B’s car-park, Z simply got off, without a strand of hesitation at her nakedness. She made no effort to cover herself up, walking into the dead night like a zombie, ignorant of any eyes that might be on her sweaty, just-fucked body.
Returning to B’s place, Z was surprised that she still had some decency in her left when she felt a little relief at the empty living room as she went through the door. The men whisked her straight into the shower, cleansing her body roughly. Z hadn’t even realised how dirty she had been. Her soles were blackened from the tarmac, her hair had remnants of dried cum which she had no idea who it belonged to. There were sweat and cum stains everywhere but they were all quickly washed away as the men joined her in the shower.
Finally satisfied at their handiwork, they hardly toweled Z before thrusting her out. Fully naked and cold in the open in the middle of the night, Z was freezing as B and N placed her in front of the open kitchen window next to the toilet they just had their shower in. Everything above Z’s belly button was clearly unobstructed from view. Ensuring sufficient illumination for any curious eyes, B stuck two fingers in her pained and sore vagina from behind. It was dry and painful but after awhile, Z begin to hear herself moaning although she was hardly aware about what was happening to her body. Gradually, Z saw that more and more lights on the opposite block came on from all floors as her audience grew.
Fortunately, the distance from the opposite block was far enough to obscure Z’s face, although her form hid nothing. It was clear even from a distance that two bodies were engaged in some sexual act in front of the kitchen window. The silhouette of the body in front had all the curves from a feminine body, with contours near the chest and flowing long hair.
The men continue to utilise Z fully for the rest of the night even as she remained out of spirits and in misery. Z hardly resisted as they blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. Z felt sore everywhere, spirit broken and resigned. She wondered when will her misery end as her tormentors resumed their double penetration in B’s room. Once, they even put on the recordings they had just taken of Z on the computer while they continued fucking her. They even took off her blindfold so Z could see herself being penetrated both on screen and in real life. In various permutations she felt them in her, filling her up until the men were fully exhausted. She silently swore never to see these men again in her life, and deeply regretted ever letting them push her as far as they did. Z was very much worn out herself, so much so that she did not realise when she had fallen asleep.
When Z woke up, her throat was parched and all was dark. She wondered if she had fallen asleep for so long that it was the next night already. She had no memory of when she dozed off, or when the men stopped abusing her body. Soon, after squinting repeatedly, she deduced that her blindfolds were still on. In fact, her hands were still tied behind her back as she felt sore in every single muscle of her body. She had fell asleep naked and tied up, immobilized in this stiff position for the whole time. Groaning at the pain each movement she made caused, Z felt others stirring to life next to her…