Note: It’s the final episode! Finally reached the 大结局. Thank you everyone for the good ride (pun intended). Please free feel to let me know what you think of the story. Cheers!
Chapter 17
Z felt two strong hands go under her armpits and lift her upright strongly, Z was on her knees as she felt a hand cup her jaw. Responding instinctively by opening her mouth, she felt a mass quickly intrude her oral cavity, lodging deep in her throat. Z gagged at the unwelcome intrusion, alarm bells ringing in her head as her survival instincts kicked in. She began to calm down as the panic subsided, submitting herself to the rough treatment, remembering her role and her place. She begin to please the member in her mouth as best as she could, her throat still dry since the night before.
She felt the grip behind her head tightening, rewarding her with her breakfast and space to draw breath as another quickly replaced the first. Repeating the whole process again, Z felt her jaws sore painfully as she tried to power through the blowjob. After what felt like forever, Z was afforded her respite as the second man came, all over her chest this time.
Z felt the men patting her ass appreciatively, as if to thank her for the good service rendered. Her blindfold was lifted and her bonds were neutered as she looked down at her own sorry state. Parts of her body looked abused and bruised, while others were sticky with semen, fresh from that morning. Examining herself in the mirror, Z saw that she had heavy dark circles, unkempt hair and an incredibly sore clitoris.
Z spotted from the corner of her eye, the men getting dressed and flipping through her clothes from yesterday when she first arrived in B’s house. They quickly picked out her worn lingerie, keeping it as souvenirs for themselves and threw Z a white army singlet that belonged to B. Grateful to finally have clothes on, Z quickly put the army FBTs she was wearing the night before and the dry-fit army singlet she was given. Z’s brown nipples can be clearly seen under the thin material and she was whisked out of B’s house without much being said.
Instead of sending Z back home in B’s car, the men decided to make her take public transport, exhibiting Z’s body and earning Z way too many uncomfortable, lustful stares from guys who can’t take their eyes off her chest. Z would often try to hunch her back into a cowering posture so she would feel less exposed. However, B or N would jab her harshly but discreetly whenever they saw it, forcing Z to correct her posture into a confident her, proudly exhibiting the brown protruding tips of her singlet. On the MRT train, the men pretended not to know Z as other men crowded her, eager to try and cop a feel as the train swayed.
On one of the bus trips, they ushered Z up to the last row of the upper deck that had a decent crowd. Their hands roamed Z’s lower body, molesting any parts of her flesh that they want. One of them would finger Z while the other would rub her clitoris roughly, putting Z in a world of pleasure and agony. Z’s brown nipples poked harder into the thin, white material of the army singlet, painfully obvious to any that might be looking. Z’s hands were also kept busy, servicing two prime rods behind the cover of the seats.
At one of the stops where many passengers alighted, they even lifted the singlet above her chest, exposing her breasts that were uncovered by the seats in front to any that may look her way, fondling her nipples in the open as Z bit hard into her own arm, trying her best not to make any sounds, desperately trying to avoid drawing any attention to herself and her exposed breasts. She was rather successful in doing so, until one middle-aged lady happened to turn her way while alighting. The lady’s face immediately scrunched into a judgemental one, although she did not utter a word and headed off.
Z finally reached home and collapsed hard onto her own bed. The familiarity of her sheets was immensely comforting, a known variable in the tons of unknowns she had to face in the last 24 hours. She swore to break off contact with B and never to allow herself to be taken advantage like this again. She could barely finish her thought when sleep overtook her, the fatigue of her adventures finally catching up with her.
--END–
Epilogue
B clamped down hard, squeezing the breasts of the woman he was fucking hard as he came inside her. The woman moaned hard in response, her loud wail directed out of her window, travelling far into the night as she also came. B smiled as he admired the view from the window, several heads popping out opposite as they came to investigate the sounds. He was still holding on to the boobs of the naked woman in front of him, lightly kneading the soft mound in one hand and taking the chance to wave at those who came to look with the other. His companion slumped, naked, to the floor, spent, as he released his grip.
Ignoring his companion, B strolled to the bed in the middle of the master bedroom that he had fucked Z in barely a month ago. The owner of the house, their mutual friend, recovering from her orgasm, quickly got up and returned to his side, still fully nude. B chuckled at the distant memory, having almost fully forgotten about Z by now.
It began somewhat as a personal challenge, one B did not expect to succeed in, to do every single one of the girls in the clique. After all, why fantasize about screwing each one of them when you can actually do it right? Z simply happened to be the last for him to complete his challenge. B had by then, skillfully but surely picked each one off one by one, engaging them in acts they would never want others to know. The person lying beside him now, for example, would never ever want her friends to know she secretly enjoyed being fucked like a bitch while others watched although they knew that she was rather open sexually. As a result, none of them ever spoke out, although it seems all of them individually knew exactly what was going on when B excused himself with a stomachache into the master bedroom toilet Z was in. It also didn’t help when Z came out, face flushed and hair flustered, exhibiting the telltale signs of a just-fucked woman.
B had also frequently brought women home. Whether it be picking up corpses from nightclubs to one-night stands from Tinder, his parents were no longer surprised at his lifestyle, although his mother disapproved. His dad however, was used to his antics by now, and frequently stayed awake late into the night whenever B brought a prey home, pretending to watch TV in the living room as he waited to view the young nubile bodies B so very often exposed. It seemed like a tacit agreement between the father and son, one reserving judgement so long as the other shared the benefits.
It was also not uncommon for B to allow his male friends in to join the fun, although depending on the comfort level, he never brought more than one or two. In some sense his dad envied B, born of a different era where what B was doing now could never be imaginable back then.
Z’s ex-boyfriend was naturally devastated after the episode, the woman he thought he knew and loved hurting her way more than he imagined could be possible. He wanted to forget about her, blocking and deleting Z off all of his social media platforms. He even got a cute white puppy to help him move on from his depression and the void that Z left behind. He also discovered his hotwife fetish through the episode, realizing how much it turned him on to see Z brutally fucked by other men. He may have been horrified and shocked, but the raging hard-ons he had was undeniable on those occasions were deniable.
Z on the other hand became frequently depressed after the everything that had happened. She tried attending therapy sessions, but often found them lacking. Seeking solace in alcohol instead, she would find herself in situations that she never wanted to be in more and more frequently. She also discovered the sexual side of herself that she never knew through the incidents with B, understanding her kinks and her red lines better.
Occasionally Z would see the the videos of her getting fucked or her Point-Of-View blowjobs posted online, in sex forums, tumblr and the like. Fortunately, it seemed that B (and N) were nice enough to censor the faces. Nevertheless, she always felt a tingle between her legs whenever she saw those videos, seeing herself fully exploited on screen as she relieved the memories of those nights. Besides alcohol, Z also became more open to casual sex, frequenting apps such as Tinder and Coffee Meets Bagel more for One Night Stands and Quickies whenever she was feeling it. She has however, still yet to be comfortable with threesomes (or more), especially with strangers.
Needless to say, Z quickly took down her Whisper account, although her ex-boyfriend had by then taken all the screenshots he needed for evidence. Z decided never to use an app like that again, although one may argue it was too little too late.
It took Z years before she felt whole enough to start dating seriously again. However, she never felt comfortable enough to share her past with her lovers, bearing the brunt of the shame. She had never thought of herself as a victim of sexual predation, instead blaming herself for being weak in willpower and allowing the events to transpire willingly.
Once, Z was somehow dragged into a game of “Never Have I Ever” with her new beau, at a old friends gathering where the men had the chance to introduce their partners to the others for the very first time. Fearful of what was to come, Z initially refused adamantly, only to realise that she was the only one. Complying to peer pressure and social norms, Z joined the game reluctantly. As expected, the topics of the game quickly turned sexual…
“Never Have I Ever… went out braless” Z quickly took a sip in response, grateful that some others raised their cup too, not failing to notice the slight shock in her new boyfriend’s expression (who’s cup remained on the table).
“Never Have I Ever… had one night stands” Z took another sip, wondering how she was going to explain everything later as her boyfriend’s face soured.
“Never Have I Ever… had anal sex” Z flushed and pretended that she was thirsty, trying to discreetly take a sip. She noted how no one else there raised their cup for this question…
“Never Have I Ever… had sex in the car”
“Never Have I Ever… fucked in public”
“Never Have I Ever… fucked a stranger”
“Never Have I Ever… joined a threesome”
“Never Have I Ever… experienced double-penetration”
“Never Have I Ever… joined an orgy”
Z felt stares from every direction as she took sip after sip as the group tried to intensify the questions…
==End of whole story==
Thank you everyone for your well wishes. Your words of encouragement has been critical for me to complete the story. I have spent more than tens of hours on this and I now truly understand why writers here go missing.
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Originally Posted by
ZhanJian
Thanks Bro for the story. Will you have season 2?
Regarding season 2, I honestly think I have abused Z badly enough. It may seem ironic (given what I have already written), but i can’t really bear, nor find it possible to think of ways to write her in worse plots.
Nonetheless, I did consider such a possibility, and tried to write an open ending in the epilogue should I ever want to take this up again. I must admit, the chances are abysmal though.
Rather, I would much rather prefer to write a new story, if and when enough motivation gathers within me. To ensure (relative) quality, it won’t be any time soon though!
See everyone again on my next story (if there’s a second one)! Cheers!
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