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"I'll take you up on that," you say with a cocky smirk on your face.

That smirk is soon wiped off your face when you realize he's not backing down. He's looking bored while you're so smashed you can barely keep your head up. Even through your drunken stupor, you can think to accuse him of drinking something nonalcoholic. The next time the drinks are poured, you demand that the glasses are switched. He complies, and as you down the drink, you realize that A.) He's been doing shots of apple juice, not whiskey, and B.) He spiked the drink with something.

Whatever it is punches you in the gut. Hard. You gag, turn your head, and empty your stomach. Anger clears your head slightly as you accuse him of cheating.

"Bullshit. My drink is what put you over the edge." You splutter and try to explain, but are cut off. "You lost. Now own up to it."

"My first order is to take off your top."

"What? No!" You manage to get out, but he cuts you off again.

"You lost, now do it. You're still wearing a bra, aren't you?"

It's then that you realize you're not wearing one. You turn your head, hoping to hide the blush of embarrassment as one of drunkeness as you left your tank top off. You can feel the eyes of every person watching the drinking contest roving over your exposed body, the air cold against your breasts.

"Wow, you aren't. What a slut. Next order: Everybody here gets to feel you up for at least 30 seconds."

You begin to protest again, but the nearest guy steps in and grabs your breasts hard, causing you to yelp in shock. He steps behind you, fondling your breasts, and you can feel his erection press against you. The shock subsides momentarily, and an itch in your loins starts when you reaches a hand down to your crotch, rubbing and squeezing through your pants. The process repeats itself for every guy: One even has the audacity to put your breast in his mouth, licking and sucking as he undoes a button on your pants. Fortunately, his 30 seconds are up before he can put anything inside you.

"Now c'mon, we're gonna find a private room..."

He turns you around, fondling your breasts with one hand and rubbing you through your pants with the other as he roughly shoves you  forward.

You are guided into what looks like a bedroom. He locks the door behind him as he turns to face you.

"Now close your eyes."

You do so, anxiety filling your being. You feel yourself being guided onto the bed, your arms held above your head by one hand. You can't tell what the other hand is doing, but you can't risk to see what's going on. Without warning, you feel a thick rope tying your wrists together as something is fitted and locked around your neck. Your eyes snap open and you look up to see that your hands have been tied to the bedposts, raising them above your body, and what looks like a leash has been fitted around your neck. You barely have time to ask what's going on before another order is barked at you.

"Turn around. On your knees!"

When you refuse, he grabs your legs and rolls you over, jerking the leash tightly enough to choke you.

"For the rest of the night, I own you.  You are my bitch. Understand?"

You nod until he releases the pressure on the leash, then hiss when you feel his head against you.

"Wait!" you splutter out as he thrusts inside you. He stops mid-thrust, annoyed.

"What?" He asks.

You admit that you're actually a virgin, and ask him to be gentle on your first time.

"All right," he says. His expression softens as he pulls out, and he gently presses against you, slowly increasing the pressure as his shaft slides into you.

"Better?" He asks.

You nod.

Without warning, he suddenly surges forwards, causing you to clench tightly around his penis and scream.

"Well, too bad!" He yells, pushing through your clenching until he is entirely buried within you, eliciting more screams from you.

"Keep clenching like that, that's a good girl," he grunts as he pulls almost entirely out of you before ramming back into you, causing you to scream again, sending convulsions through your body. You clench, not because you want to please him, but as a natural reaction, an attempt to stop him from penetrating you mercilessly. You are powerless to stop him as he pushes inside you again and again and again, ripping screams and curses and pleas from your throat as you feel a pressure building up inside you, threatening to break loose, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction, you don't want to give him your first orgasm from a man.

The orgasm is forced from you, a violent affair that started in your crotch and radiated outwards. You spasm and buck in his grip as he squeezes your breasts, drawing more screams from you. You can feel your juices spraying against his cock, coating the head, letting it slide further inside you with less effort, contrary to your efforts. You actually thought he was wearing a condom up until the point that he cums inside you. It comes as a shock when you feel his seed, hot and burning, surge inside you. He times his thrusts perfectly, achieving maximum penetration each time he pumps his load inside you, warming you. You can feel each drop inside you, white-hot, and you're approaching the threshold again, and then you pass it, screaming as you cum again, the muscles in your vagina eagerly milking each drop from him against your wishes.

At the height of your orgasm, your vision fades at the corners, and you nearly black out. As your senses return, your knees wobble before giving out, leaving you with legs spread, seed leaking out, on the bed.

He's not done yet.

"Turn over," he says, and you weakly comply. He moves up to your torso, positioning his penis onto your chest. He pulls your breasts over his cock, fucking your tits as he squeezes your breasts and pinches your nipples. You're actually enjoying the sensations, but you can't let him know, so you settle for glaring at him. He just laughs. "Come on, bitch. I know you love it," he says before squeezing both of your breasts, resulting in an unsuppressed moan from you. "Yeah, I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours." The thought of hot ropes of semen draping themselves over your face turns you on even more, but you don't want to show it. It's still there, however, and the thought combined with his hands against your breasts soon bring you to and over the brink of orgasm, sending shudders rolling through your body. You try and hide it, but he notices the soft mewls in your throat and grins. "I'm not even touching your pussy, god dammn. Such a fucking slut." As he speaks, he mashes his thumb into your clitoris, grinning at your scream as you once again lose control of your body.

You lay your head back, panting from the exertions. Without warning, he yanks the leash up, jerking your face forwards as he cums. You're caught mid-pant as he blows his load into your mouth, over your head,onto your chest... Once you get over the initial surprise, you begin to enjoy the feeling and, caught in the moment, you turn and twist your head, trying to get it over as much of you as possible. "Like the taste, huh?" He asks. "I'll give you more of that..." He rams his cock down your throat, still shooting cum, and you gag and choke on his cock, unable to breathe but loving every second of it, until a stream of cum comes blowing out of your nostrils. You cough and sputter as he finally pulls out of you. Looking down at his handiwork, he grins before unbinding your hands and unlocking the collar. "Why don't you go get cleaned up?" he suggests, "Shower's right there."

You stumble, bow-legged, into the bathroom, and see yourself in the mirror. Cum is splattered across your face, splashed across your stomach and chest, veritably paints the insides of your thighs, and is streaked across your back. You sigh and mentally note that at least he hasn't fucked your asshole tender yet, and step into the shower.

So intent are you on cleaning up that you don't notice him until he enters the shower and pins you against the wall. "Forgot that I missed a spot," he grunts, and roughly shoves his way into your anus. You scream in earnest as stars explode across your vision. It feels like he's splitting you in two, and you beg for him to stop, to slow down, but of course he doesn't listen. You struggle against him, but cannot find any leverage on the smooth shower wall - indeed, your efforts only seem to aid him in his endeavor to make every stroke deeper than the last. He jams four fingers into your vagina, mashing his thumb into your clitoris. Gravity aids his strokes as you fall and impale yourself repeatedly upon him, making you scream in pain even as his fingers ruthlessly coax orgasm after orgasm from your abused body. Finally, you feel him shudder and cum inside you, filling your ass with load after load of hot semen before pulling out, letting one wave spatter the insides of your thighs, and then pushing it firmly into your pussy, pumping - you count this time - eight times inside of you, drawing one last orgasm from you. He lets go of you, and you slide down the side of the shower wall, leaving a trail of juices behind. "Be out in ten minutes, or I'm doing that again," he says, and then leaves.

Do you:
*[[Do as he says]]
*[[Pass out]]
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