Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

A Sinful Act>: 14

Her third rapist had a small dick, and thankfully used a condom. He even moaned "Thank you for this," in her ear

as he came, making her shudder in revulsion at the idea. The fourth guy was heavyset, which a thick cock that

reminded her of just how much her poor abused vagina was starting to ache when he fucked her. She might

have enjoyed the feeling of his dick stretching her out, but his gut dragged against her belly with every thrust in

a way she found both disgusting and distracting, and when he finally finished, he laid on her with most of the

weight in his upper body for half a minute so that she could barely breathe. After that, she started to become

despondent, almost losing count as the fifth, sixth, and seventh guys used her. The seventh one was the second

guy to cum inside her without protection though, and that outraged her enough to make her struggle again.

Getting used like this even though she was practically a virgin until now was bad enough, but to have to risk

STD's and a pregnancy she knew she'd never have the heart to abort? That was the worst thing she could

possibly imagine.

Her ninth rapist changed all that though. Most of the other guys had made a comment or two, but from the

moment he closed the door behind him, he was definitely the most talkative of her abusers. "Wow, when they

said there was a slut up here they weren't lying," he said, caressing one of her legs as he walked around the bed,

examining her like she was a piece of meat. "Cute too. Looks tolike you could have any guy you wanted. You

must have sfucked up kink to get off to this instead of having a real boyfriend, don't you?"

"What is it | wonder? Do you like the shof it? Do you need the pain?" As he asked his last question he

reached down, twisting both of her nipples hard enough to make her gasp in shock. Ivy didn't recognize the

voice, but whoever he was, he wasn't just using her as a hole. He was molesting her in ways none of the men

had before. He was making her participate in her own defilement after she'd already managed to make it fade

into the background, and worse - he was making her respond. He chose that moment to mount her.

"Maybe it's the risk of being knocked up by a stranger. Is that it? Is that why there's all this cum leaking out of

your hole, slut?" His question made her cringe as the image of her tight little slit stretched out and oozing the

cum from so many different rapists. Of course she didn't want that, but something about the way he said it made

her stomach fill with butterflies as he started to slide inside. "Do you want sstranger to knock you up while

he tells you what a worthless little whore you are?"

As he spoke he started thrusting away inside her. She still hated him and wanted him to stop, but the way he

was talking made this tfeel completely different then the last few men. Even though it was the last thing she

wanted, she was starting to enjoy it. The terrible ideas he was putting in her head were making her pulse race

and her pussy moisten, and both of those things were making her hate herself worse, which only amplified the

effect further. "That's it isn't it, cunt? You wantto knock up your little dyke pussy so everyone will know how

much you secretly love cock." As the stranger spoke, he gripped her throat with his left hand while he held up his

weight with his right. It wasn't hard enough to choke her, but it was enough to make her think that he might.

After that it was all over for Ivy. She was still being raped, but now she was sure that she deserved it.

This was all her fault. If only she'd stood by the promise she'd made to god - that she would be good and stop

letting Anna lead her astray she wouldn't be in the place right now. She wouldn't be getting raped over and over

in a dark room by strangers, and she wouldn't be getting ready to cum on her rapists cock to her bottomless

sense of self loathing. "When | cum inside you, I'm definitely going to breed your tight teen pussy. You know that

don't you? I'm going to ruin your whole life just because you wanted a cheap thrill by being a cheaper whore."

That was all it took. After that Ivy was lost to the world. He might have kept talking. He might have kept saying

terrible things. She didn't know. She was too busy cumming to the idea of her life being ruined as punishment for

all of her awful sins.

It was a powerful orgasm. Almost as powerful as the one Anna had given her earlier in the evening. It was almost

equally unwelcas well. She didn't want to be a lesbian. She didn't want to be a rape toy. She just wanted to

be a good girl with a wedding ring and a godly husband to take care of her. But she'd never deserve any of that

again after tonight. She was defiled. She was a fallen woman that no one would ever love again. Least of all

Anna, and that broke Ivy's heart, but it didn't stop her from cumming hard on this anonymous dick.

"That's right slut," he growled, cumming hard inside her unprotected pussy. "That's right you take my cum! Take

it all!" Up until now she'd worried that most of the guys weren't bothering with protection, but this tshe knew

for certain his raw cock was blowing its dangerous load inside her. This tshe knew he was trying to breed her

pussy and ruin her life.

But she couldn't shake that sensation the rest of the night either. The pace slowed down a little, but over the

next couple hours another dozen men used her, and even though none of them were as vocal or as cruel, she

couldn't shake the terrible words from earlier in the evening, and cseveral more times on the dicks of her

rapists. By the end of the night, when Brian cand untied her, she was alternating between crying and

cumming as man after man had their awful way with her. It was a terrible thing.

"I hope you had a nice evening Ivy," he said, acting like nothing unusual happened. Then he held up the video

recorder that had recorded all of tonight's event's, "Don't worry, We'll be in touch soon." He tossed her clothes

on her bed and left her there feeling like she wanted to die. She thought about getting dressed, but first she

needed to find sway to clean herself up a little. Leaving the room naked to find a bathroom was out of the

question, so she used the pillow case to wipe herself off as best she could. Then she turned on a light and used

the wall mirror to see just how dreadful she looked. She regretted it immediately.

Written across her chest in large capital letters was 'FUCKUNTIL I'M STRAIGHT", and on her thigh was a

number of lines and has marks - the bastards were keeping track of just how many times she'd been raped. It

was enough to make her sob all over again. Her chest and thighs had bruises and bite marks in a number of

places, and her sex was raw and red, but none of that was as bad as the evidence that more than twenty men

had used her against her will, and made her enjoy her own defilement.

After a few minutes Ivy pulled herself together, and was grateful she'd brought a sweater to cover the places on

her wrist where she'd rubbed the raw against the ropes. Even if she scrubbed off all the markings, she'd be

covered in bruises for weeks. As she walked hwith the false dawn slowly brightening in the background she

wondered how she would hide this from her friends and parents, or if she even wanted to. Both decisions

seemed like a terrible idea. Either she let everyone know that she was a ruined slut, or she covered up for the

horrible people that had done this horrible thing. She mighthave just kept walking until she reached downtown

and found a tall enough building to jump off of, but suicide was a mortal sin even worse than all of the unclean

homosexual urges she felt towards Anna. Her soul couldn't handle any more sin.

No, she decided - she would have to live to find penance for this somehow. With that thought in mind she went

hand took a quiet shower while the rest of her house slept. In the shower she scrubbed her polluted skin

under scalding water with tears in her eyes. Somehow, when she got to the part where she had to clean her poor

polluted pussy though, she ended up playing with herself. She was sore, but she couldn't help it. Something

about tonight made her gently finger her clit to try to erase all the pain and shwith one more hit of pure

pleasure. In her fantasy though, she wasn't tied down and raped by strangers though. In her fantasy her and

Anna were locked in a sweaty, passionate sixty-nine while men fucked each of them from both ends and there

was a line down the hall. In her fantasy world she wasn't a victim - she was just a fucked up fucktoy that would

do anything to kiss her lover one more time.

Ivy had no way of knowing that the orgasm she gave herself in the shower would be the one that would damn

her. The sinful orgasm that was inspired by her terrible lesbian urges would be the one that sucked up the sperm

in her womb that finally found her egg. In a few months she'd know though. In a few months everyone would

know just how far she'd fallen...