Halloween Party Gimp (Worm)

Ever wanted to have some horny sexy fun that you can’t get it out of your mind? That’s what pushed Taylor to come to this party, not as a guest, but as part of the “entertainment.”

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The thudding of heavy bass rumbled through the large house, it was some kind of generic club music, remixing the hottest songs of the moment. It made it hard to hear, and yet Taylor couldn’t help but hear the sound of her own heavy breathing as she hugged herself in the corner of the room she had been dressing up in. It was a part of the house that was secluded from the rest of the party she’d worked up the courage to finally come to. While some might assume she was afraid or nervous of the crowd, one look at her costume, the sleek latex that completely surrounded and encased her, the vibrations around her crotch and the bullet vibes taped to her breasts. Then they might notice how erotically she writhed. Those observers would soon realise that it wasn’t the crowds that was causing Taylor’s breathing to become so heavy.

As Taylor waited she ran her hands over her body, feeling the latex surrounding her, restricting her all over, putting pressure on her, only enough to feel it. It felt good, and despite her dismal self esteem, Taylor felt hot. She’d seen the faceless doll that she’d be becoming when she saw the other gimps. Faceless toys, all dressed in latex, the only visible openings on their faces being holes for their nostrils, and the lip shaped ring gags that each of them wore. The other toys, unlike her, had more holes. The other two had slits for their pussy and ass, zippers that could be opened to let them be used; Taylor’s zippers, however, were locked up. She’d asked if she could not get fucked and just suck. Thankfully the host allowed it, though not without a few toys to “keep her entertained.”

Of course, the other two gimps hadn’t been idle either, but they weren’t in such a predicament as Taylor. They didn’t have toys buzzing in their holes, making her knees weak, rather they just had some bullet vibes taped to their breasts, like Taylor did, and of course, the gimp suits to make them sufficiently hot and bothered. That didn’t seem enough for Taylor’s fellow gimps though, as they silently slid up to her. Taylor couldn’t help but gasp, suddenly feeling them touch her, one gimp touching her shoulder. Despite it being useless due to the bondage hood on her, Taylor looked in the direction of her fellow gimp. Rather than try to speak, the gimp merely hummed at her, in a bid to comfort Taylor a bit. Were Taylor able to, she’d have smiled at the gimp, and thanked her, but the ring gag made it all but impossible for her.

“NNnnnnnh,” Taylor heard the other gimp hum to them, then sliding up to Taylor as well. Unlike the first gimp, this one’s hands slid to other places. Taylor couldn’t help the surprised noise she made as the gimp placed her hand on Taylor’s crotch. She didn’t do anything else as she came close, sliding up and pressed her body, and her nice large breasts, against Taylor. A shiver ran through Taylor, just the touch made Taylor quiver, and the vibrator in her hole seemed to grow that much more intense as she focused on where the other gimps hands were. A slave to her lust and due to the anonymity of what she was doing, rather than try to preserve her dignity, Taylor merely pressed her hips against the gimp’s hand, which stayed firm. The second gimp made an amused sound, and soon the first gimp joined them, pressing herself up against Taylor. The first gimps breasts seemed to match up perfectly with Taylor’s, their vibrators buzzing together as Taylor got to feel the first gimp's lovely breasts on her own. She snuggled up to Taylor, and wrapped her arms around her before she pressed against the plug in Taylor’s ass. Taylor moaned for her as she continued to hump at the second gimp’s hand while the first played with her ass.

They continued to have fun, pressing up against each other, feeling their latex encase them, and pleasuring each other, their minds clouded as they played, having fun and working each other up in preparation for their role at the party as the “entertainment.” Each of the three had come here for a reason, and that reason was that all three were kinky, excessively kinky. Where most girls these days merely fantasised about bondage, BDSM, and the like, they were actually experiencing it, drawn to this party by the promise of becoming living sex toys for those invited.

“Alright are you-” the party host, some rich teen like Taylor, started saying as he entered the room, only to stop, likely seeing what all the gimps were doing in the corner. Seeing how they were pressed up against Taylor, teasing each other, the two more experienced gimps dominated the smaller and less experienced among them. Taylor could imagine the guy’s smile as he looked at them, looking at how sexy they looked. Even before putting on the bondage hood, Taylor had thought that she looked alright, if not for the face. Without a face, however, she’d actually look good. She’d even get to show off her hair, though not in a way she usually did. It was in a ponytail at the moment, pushed up and through a small hole in the back, giving her a long mane. She knew the blond one had the same as her, while the brunette was wearing a mask that had pigtails instead.

“I think you gals are ready then,” the host said, and then Taylor heard the clanking of chains. The other gimps pulled away from Taylor, who needed to lean back against the wall to support herself. Try as Taylor could, her knees wouldn’t stop shaking from her excitement. She wanted to touch herself, to feel herself up, to press her hands against her crotch to make her continue to feel good, yet a part of her, maybe some last remaining shard of dignity, prevented her.

“Chin up,” the host said, and Taylor obeyed. They’d each gotten thick collars to go with their gimp suits, an extra little fetish thing to make them sexier. Taylor felt something hook onto the ring on the collar, and she felt a tugging on the chain. Taylor, along with the other gimps followed the party’s host as they were guided away and out into the rest of the party. As the gimps exited their room, Taylor could hear the sounds of the party’s crowd cheering for them, cat calling them, and they were certainly looking at them. Some laughed, happy at their fortune, some reached out while they were passing and groped them. Taylor could feel her breath growing heavier, as she and the other gimps became the centers of attention at the party. Taylor could feel the vibrators in her as her legs rubbed together, accidentally pushing them in deeper. Despite knowing that no one could know who she was, Taylor couldn’t help but freeze for a moment, before being jerked by the chain to follow. Some in the crowd laughed and chuckled at her expense, and Taylor shuddered as for a moment the vibrations grew more intense, and it wasn’t because they’d been turned up.

There was the groping as well, as they walked, it had grown more constant, there were fewer breaks, between caresses and gropes as she walked. Many were appreciative, some tried to fondle her. Whenever they would try for her crotch, Taylor would have to resist pausing a moment as they pushed the toy into her further. Whenever they did, it would push the toy just right to her special spot, pleasure blooming from it and rushing through her. They’d touch her breasts, either slight caresses or rough grips. Taylor didn’t exactly have the best breasts, them being only small mosquito bites after all, she could imagine the other girls getting it better, the rough hands grabbing handfuls of their tits, roughly mauling them as they passed, treated like meat. Taylor shuddered and moaned again as someone instead swatted at her ass, pressing the plug in more.

Eventually, they seemed to get out of the crowd, and reached somewhere. Someone started to grab Taylor and position her, turning her around, and then pressing down on her shoulders. Breathing hard in anticipation, Taylor dropped to her knees, perhaps a bit too eagerly as she heard laughs and more wolf whistles as she did so. Taylor could tell she was blushing but it wouldn’t show through the latex. Apparently that wasn’t what the host wished, however, as she felt hands go under her arms, lift her up and move her back some more. Taylor quickly found herself sitting on some kind of pole, the metal thing digging into her crotch and ass, pushing her toys in further. Taylor moaned as it did so, the thing forcing her to squat, her legs off to the side showing off her body to the crowd.

As Taylor’s arms were guided behind herself to be locked in some handcuffs, she experimentally began to grind against the pole and found she could press the vibrating toys into herself even more, further grinding the toy into that special spot. The toys pressed up and it felt great to fuck herself on the pole. Laughs at her sluttiness grew around her as the crowd watched her, and Taylor could feel her pleasure increasing, her pussy growing wetter at the sound. It was paradoxically exhilarating to be the lewd center of attention, being degraded and made into the spectacle of so many. It was different from the bullying, people desired her, they wanted to fuck her, to make her their toy and use her. The thought of it made Taylor breath harder, and grind faster on her pole, desiring to put on more of a show for the crowd and show how much of a horny slut she was.

Taylor felt her collar being adjusted so the chain was at the back, and then the host was adjusting the chain. Once the adjustments stopped, Taylor leaned forward and found she couldn’t go out that far as she pushed up against the collar. She was chained to her pole, unable to escape, and trapped with so many people. It just made Taylor’s grinding more desperate as she thought of all of the people watching her, wanting to use her, to use her mouth. Someone was speaking but Taylor wasn’t paying attention. Something about remotes, or some kind of auction, Taylor could barely focus, so absorbed was she in her grinding and her pleasure seeking.

Then Taylor felt someone grab her head by her ponytail and pulled down on her. She felt something warm and thick press up against her latex encased face, and Taylor’s breath grew harder. She could smell the cock pressed up against her, and she could feel herself drooling. It had already been threatening to spill out of her mouth, but now she couldn’t stop herself from drooling, especially as her tongue darted out of her ring gag to lick against it.

The cock was smooth, and there was something about it that seemed to add kindling to Taylor’s lustful fire. Her mind was filled with smoke and soon enough, her world grew narrower. All there was as far as Taylor was concerned was the man whose cock was pressed up against her face, the pole she was tied to, and herself as she gyrated and grinded on the pole. She heard a laugh.

“You want it don’t you, slut?” the person asked and slackened his grip on her hair a bit. Taylor nodded at the man quickly, keeping her tongue out, showing the man how much she wanted it, drooling on herself as she begged for it. Something was drawing her to suck it, to drool on it and maybe even try to deep throat it. Despite her begging, the man didn’t move her head to suck on it, so she tried something else, she whined for it, needing it. It was like there was a fire in her that could only be snuffed out by his dick, and he was denying her. She heard him laugh again before starting to move her head once more, this time in front of his cock. Taylor tried her best to make a happy sound before he pulled her head towards him, his cock entering through the ring gag.

Like when she licked it, the cock was smooth, the texture was nice and it didn’t taste too bad. It wasn’t delicious like candy or anything but the texture was pleasant. Without needing to be told, Taylor did her best to suck on the man’s member, the ring gag actually making it a bit harder. She couldn’t wrap her lips around his cock, instead because of it, her mouth was just a hole for him to fuck, not that Taylor minded. Instead she tried her best to use her tongue to pleasure him, to press and lick at his cock as he slowly began to pump her mouth. Taylor continued to make sounds, needy lustful sounds as she sucked him, her hips continuing to grind against the bar. She couldn’t hear if he was moaning as well over the music, but she hoped he was, she hoped that she was being a good toy for him to enjoy.

Quickly, the man’s speed grew faster as he continued to control her head, bringing her head onto his cock faster and easier, plundering her mouth and enjoying how she licked and sucked his member. At the same time, Taylor was in a blissful nirvana, utterly consumed by her need to please this man, suck his dick, her lustful fire growing while she sucked on him. Though there were a few times when her gag reflex was tripped, she continued going, loving every second of it. Within a few more moments, the man pulled Taylor’s head to the base of his cock. Taylor choked and under her hood her eyes went wide, tears spilled over before she felt the man’s cock start to spasm, twitching and the balls on her chin started to pulse. Taylor felt something warm slide down her throat as she tried to remember what to do, and swallowed as best she could. It helped her gagging a little to just keep swallowing, drinking the man’s cum. What it didn’t do was help with the raging blaze that was driving her even further into submission and lewdness.

As he finally pulled away from her, Taylor was thrusting and grinding as much as she could against her pole, her body partially limp as she coughed, gagged, and moaned in delight.. She tried chasing after the man’s cock as it left but quickly reached the end of her chain, accidentally choking herself again as she chased after it, leaving her gasping and coughing for a few seconds. Yet she kept grinding and mewled pathetically for more. Taylor could imagine herself, the faceless gimp with only a single hole to fuck, so desperate, so needy. She bet she looked like she was addicted to cock, and who knows, maybe she was, with how she was reacting. Then Taylor felt a hand on her head stroking it.

“Good girl,” she heard the man say, and then she felt the vibrators in her grow in intensity. Taylor brought her legs together and arched her back, the intensity so high, combined with how lewd her situation was, she couldn’t help it. The flood gates opened, Taylor was paralysed as she came, screaming her pleasure out loudly for the crowd who cheered. The intensity of her orgasm seemed to last forever, the vibrators continuing her delight past the point where it might have lowered in its intensity naturally. Then it all came to an end, the vibrators turned off for a moment, and it was too soon, all too soon. Taylor needed more.

Thankfully the vibrators turned on again, once more at its lowest setting, but that was enough. Even without the vibrators, Taylor likely could have grinded against the pole more, and enjoyed herself.

Taylor didn’t know how long this lasted, it could have been hours for all she knew, people would approach her, their cocks out and Taylor would do her best to suck on them, being a good little cum slut. All around her she could hear people cheering and laughing, having fun. She could hear the grunts of sex going on around her and she slowly grew envious of the other gimps. She wanted to be fucked like them, bent over or whatever was going on with them, made to pleasure all who came to her and let her holes be fucked. The best she could do was suck on cock and drink in the cum of all those who used her while grinding on her pole.

The cum itself wasn’t bad either, salty and sometimes bitter, but the taste wasn’t it’s main attraction, but how slutty it made Taylor feel, how amazing it felt to taste cum in her mouth, being used and filled with the slutty substance. Taylor could sometimes put on a little show for those who fucked her mouth, swirling their cum with her tongue before doing her best to swallow it and making a show of it, all for their pleasure and amusement.

Some would even pleasure her more, either turning the vibrators even higher, or some would turn them off. Initially, Taylor was a bit disappointed when they got turned off, before realising that it was to keep her from getting used to it, and it prolonged how long it was before she came again, how long her mind would remain clouded with the smoke metaphorically emanating from the blazing inferno in her loins. Taylor had found rapture, it had wrapped her in latex, then chained her to a pole and she loved it.

After a while, Taylor heard the sounds of someone talking, and then no one came to her. Taylor, a bit tired, didn’t even make a show of looking around; rather she continued to grind on the pole, uncaring, caught up in her own pleasure. Besides, isolated as she was, what was being spoken didn’t matter, only what was done to her. Her own little world was isolated, and she was just a toy to be put on display or used, and at the moment, committed as she was to her current debauchery, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Of course, that was when Taylor felt someone messing with the collar, or maybe it was the host, she’d been paying more attention to her own pleasure and pleasing others to listen. Her collar was adjusted, so the chain was in front of her again, then, before she could move Taylor felt a tugging on the chain. Whoever had it was impatient. Taylor was almost reluctant to leave the pole and the pleasure it promised behind. She wanted more, and yet, she also wanted to obey and be a good slut, the submissive acts making her horny and wet. Trying to act quickly, Taylor rose from her squat, and the person tugged at the chain some more, so Taylor followed them.

They passed through the crowd of groping hands again, only this time there seemed to be more of them. Hands roamed her body, remaining on her far longer than before. There were more gropes of Taylor’s ass, and more people reached for her crotch, touching and teasing Taylor as she was slowly pulled through the crowd. They knew she was a slut, Taylor had no illusions that some people hadn’t seen what she and the rest of the gimps had been subjected to, how they’d been chained down, and been offered up to the crowd. All the touching, the teasing, remembering the feel and taste of cock in her mouth, and how much of a slut she was. Taylor could feel her heart beating in her throat, her breath was ragged as they continued to grope her, feel her up, and push her toys in more. It was almost too much, yet she desired more.

A few times, Taylor accidentally stopped as she was being felt up, losing track of the fact she was being led and started humping the hands groping her, losing herself to the momentary pleasure. Then she’d get a yank on the collar and have to stumble her way towards those leading her. It only continued to add fuel to her lustful fire to be led, to be dominated like this, and have no control over what was going on. She’d never realised how hot, how enjoyable it was to have fun like this, to be made the slave and toy for others, to be fucked and be forced to put on a show. The horny gimp had suspected, but to actually go through with it, to surrender herself like this, it went beyond her wildest fantasies. Were Taylor able to, she’d have smiled a grin so wide; people might have been unnerved from seeing her wide mouth spread like that.

Eventually they left the crowd, and moved into where Taylor assumed was close to the room she had changed in. Was her time finally up? It almost seemed too soon. The crowd was still here, and she knew that she was supposed to stay until it was over, as part of the entertainment hired for this charity party. There was the sound of a door opening and Taylor was guided into what she assumed was another room. After entering she was left standing there as she heard giggles from the other two occupants. Though from that sound… it couldn’t be…

“God damn, that was some hot shit,” Sophia said. Though, Sophia didn’t have the kind of influence as far as Taylor knew to get into this kind of party. Taylor certainly didn’t, not without being an entertainer like she was, and unless Sophia was one of her fellow entertainers, then the other person was…

“I know right? I can’t believe we managed to even get one,” Emma said.

“Probably could have gotten one of the better whores if Madison was actually here to pitch in some money,” Sophia said, a little disgruntled sounding, even though she was right behind Taylor, and groping her. Taylor almost wanted to rip herself away from the athletic girl, to fight, to struggle against Sophia, and yet… they don’t know it was her, or at least, she hoped so.

“I don’t know, I like this one, such a slutty little gimp aren’t you?” Emma asked as a second set of hands started to caress Taylor, far more gently than Sophia was. Sophia went straight for her erogenous zones, groping her like the crowd had, pressing her crotch in, pushing the toy and fucking her like that. Emma was softer, her fingers playing across Taylor, more teasing than pleasuring. They added just enough to make Taylor want more, and they seemed to make her nipples more sensitive as Emma circled around them, the toys doing their job wonderfully as Taylor started to lean into Sophia. They didn’t know that she was Taylor, and they were pleasuring her, making her feel good. It was hot, and the fact they didn’t know… it would be wrong to break character. She was a slutty toy to be used, to be fuck and was here for their entertainment. Why not have a bit of fun with the bitches?

“Uh huh,” Taylor responded through the gag, hoping Emma didn’t realise who it was. She didn’t seem to though judging by how she was still teasing Taylor. If she knew who her gimp was, she’d likely have started laughing, or might even do something else. Though Emma did laugh, it was a soft giggle as she reached up and stroked Taylor’s head.

“I know, we all knew, when we saw you grinding, unable to help yourself. Even though no one got to fuck you down there, you were still the hottest thing there,” Emma said, praising Taylor, which was something she didn’t think she’d ever hear except in a mocking way. Sophia, however, merely snorted at that.

“Nah, don’t get me wrong, this little thing was sexy, but did you see the brunette in pigtails? Girl was as rabid for cocks as our slut, and had the assets to match it too,” As Sophia said that, she reached up, leaving Taylor’s poor stuffed holes behind in order to ruin Emma’s teasing, groping Taylor’s small chest, reaching underneath the toys taped to her nipples and pinched them Taylor moaning a bit as Sophia played with them. As she did so, Taylor’s toys started to rev up more, one of them having picked up the remote for Taylor’s toys before leaving the rest of the crowd behind.

“True, but there was something about this little gimp that really got my engine revving, mmmh,” Emma replied, and as she talked about “revving” her engine, the vibrators increased in their intensity, buzzing relentlessly in Taylor’s holes. The revving of the vibrators causing Taylor to involuntarily crouch slightly, her legs coming together as her knees grew weak for a moment as Taylor shook from the sudden pleasure. After a moment, the intensity died down a bit, leaving Taylor with Sophia draped over her, surrounding her while Emma continued to slide an appreciative hand over Taylor. Despite herself, Taylor couldn’t help but grind against Sophia, loving how they were treating her, her mind too clouded with lust to care too much, especially since they didn’t know it was her anyways. Her anonymity letting her put on a mask, and be someone else, some slutty toy for others, a subby slave gimp for these girls, and despite the vibrators remaining at the same setting, the thoughts made Taylor feel them more as she slowly found a way to grind that also pushed her plug in further.

“God, what a slut,” Emma said, not in a mocking way but rather sounding appreciative of Taylor. She continued to tease Taylor, her hands sliding along Taylor’s thighs but never touching the gimp’s crotch. She was probably referring to the sounds Taylor was making, the slutty little squeaks she was releasing as she enjoyed Sophia’s fingers and her own vibrators.

“I’ll bet after all of that out there, you really want your holes fucked right?” Sophia asked, and Taylor didn’t hold back her nodding. Taylor could practically feel their grins as they played with their slut. Too bad that couldn’t happen, not with their host holding the keys to the padlock on her zippers in a safe place so no one could access her lower holes, even if she really wanted to. At this point though, even if someone asked to impregnate her, and breed her until she was pregnant, Taylor wasn’t sure she’d be able to say no through the haze of lust clouding her mind.

“Well I got a strap on, and I know a way of getting rid of that lock of yours down there, wanna fuck?” Sophia asked.

“Yehh!” Taylor did her best to say through the ring gag, not even taking time to think as her loins called out to her, desiring more. Despite how amazing the vibrators were, they weren’t enough. She wanted something more physical, she wanted to be fucked hard and rough, to be held down and have a nice thick cock driven into her wanton hole. Taylor wanted to have to hold on for dear life as she was rammed hard and fast.

Sophia just chuckled before pulling a hand off of her breast while the other slid down Taylor. Emma also pulled off of Taylor and the horny gimp felt what likely was Sophia nodding her head in some direction. Taylor felt the collar around her neck start to pull her one way, and she followed. Sophia shadowed her, continuing to touch her crotch as she was guided to where she assumed the bed was. Before reaching it, however, the tugging on her leash stopped, and then changed directions, downward. Not needing to be told, Taylor knelt and then dropped onto all fours, trying her best to be presentable for her bullies turned mistresses.

“Don’t arch your back up, down girl,” Emma said, confusing Taylor a bit before she suddenly felt Sophia’s hand on her back. Sophia slowly pushed her down until her back was arched the other way, letting her head come up, and her ass was nice and presentable. Only it was a bit awkward and Taylor’s natural inclination was to move back to a more comfortable position. Yet, Taylor could imagine what she looked like, and truth be told, she was just a toy, her desires at the moment meant nothing. Not to mention, there was something hot about following orders of serving. With how seemingly gentle they were being with her, not forcing her, always asking, they might have been good mistresses for Taylor if they weren’t Emma and Sophia.

“Close enough, now, be a good girl for us okay? We’ll give a slut like you what you want in just a sec,” Emma said in front of her. There were steps somewhere around Taylor but she couldn’t tell what was going on. She just tried to keep in the position that Emma and Sophia had put her in, presentable and shaking, shaking both from the vibrators, and her own arousal.

Fuck, why the hell did it have to be so hot? Why couldn’t Emma have not turned out to be a massive raging bitch? Why did Sophia turn her against Taylor? They could have been so much more. God, Taylor could imagine if Sophia hadn’t been a friend stealing bitch, they could have had fun like this all the time. If it was as hot as it was now, they could have had an eager slut at their beck and call, ready to serve them and please them. Now all they could get was an unknowing glimpse at what could have been.

“There we go,” Sophia said from behind Taylor, and there were the sounds of someone sitting on a bed in front of her. Taylor felt someone behind her, and then hands slid along her bottom. One hand played with the padlock on her zippers while the other continued to grope her. For a moment, Taylor waited, seeing if there was another key, or something else, waiting for the jiggle of someone tampering with the lock, nothing happened. Rather, the zippers fell back down and… without a lock.

Not pausing a second, Sophia gripped the bottom zipper and pulled down. The dildo in Taylor’s pussy slid out and fell onto the ground with a thump. The dildo’s sudden movement drawing from Taylor a moan of pleasure while her pussy twitched in the aftermath. She felt empty, her pussy twitching and trying to milk something that wasn’t there anymore. Meanwhile the dildo buzzed on the ground and Taylor could hear it rolling around on the carpeted floor.

“Oops, didn’t realise it would come out that fast,” Sophia said.

“Don’t worry about it, we can wash it off later,” Emma replied nonchalantly. Taylor could imagine her former best friend waving her hand to go with it. There was a click and the buzzing stopped. Sophia approached, and her hands slid over Taylor’s ass again. While she could have pulled up the other zipper, she didn’t, instead Taylor felt one of the hands leave her ass, and instead press up against the plug. Sophia started pushing it in further. In response, Taylor let out a satisfied sounding groan as Sophia continued her slow push, stretching Taylor out more, the pleasure was slight yet enjoyable. There was something about being stretched out by something big and thick that filled her with desire. Too bad she no longer got an allowance these days and she’d spent what was left of her savings on her current get up. If she still had money, she’d have likely gotten some nice big toys so she could fill her ass as she slammed a dildo into her slutty slit.

Satisfied, Sophia took her hands off of Taylor’s ass, one moving instead further down. A thumb pulled at Taylor’s pussy, opening her up, and Taylor couldn’t help her breath. It was growing heavy again, and while still in a lewd mood, Taylor stuck her tongue out, like a slutty dog, panting hard as her anticipation grew. Taylor heard Emma giggle yet she said nothing, then Sophia pressed a cock to her lower lips.

Taylor sucked her breath in as she felt it probe her. Eventually, Taylor let her breath out as she waited for Sophia to fuck her, to fill her, to make Taylor her bitch and ruin her pussy.

“What a cute little slut, come here, I’m sure you want to make your mistress happy right?” Emma asked as Taylor nodded with enthusiasm. Taylor heard the sound of ruffled cloth, and suddenly the heady musk of something. It made Taylor want to swallow, but all she could do was drool as she could tell that something erotic was revealed. “Then lick me, just lean forward a bit.”

Slowly, Taylor leaned forward, not wanting to leave Sophia’s cock behind as she did so. Then she tasted something. Taylor licked and found the texture was pleasant, nice and smooth like the cocks she’d been sucking earlier. Like a peach. Taylor gave Emma’s peach a long lick, sliding her tongue in a bit as she did so. Hearing Emma’s satisfied moan, however, encouraged her, and Taylor started licking at Emma, trying her best despite the ring gag making it a bit difficult.

At the same time, Taylor moaned as she started to feel Sophia stop teasing her and began sliding the strap-on in. Taylor’s legs shook, despite the slow speed; she could feel herself being filled up, and just the act, the feeling. It was divine. It was better than sliding in the dildos herself, it was magical, feeling Sophia slide her cock into her. Taylor wasn’t sure why or how, but being fucked, having someone else slide their member into her rather than doing it herself, it was comparable to any of Taylor’s most satisfying sessions with a cucumber. Then Taylor got a very light slap on her ass. Far softer than anything Sophia had ever done to her before.

“Don’t stop slut, keep going,” Sophia ordered, referring to how she’d stopped licking at Emma’s slit. Emma on the other hand just gave a reassuring pat on her head, as if saying it was alright. Even so, spurred on by the desire to obey and be a good slut, Taylor began licking her once best friend some more, doing her best to slide her tongue into Emma as best she could, at the same time, Sophia began setting a steady pace. Despite it not being the fastest that Taylor had ever experienced, it was the best fuck ever, each thrust was perfect, and she oh-so-quickly found Taylor’s g-spot, sliding into it easily, pleasure spread through Taylor’s body as Sophia fucked her pussy more. All the while she would use her other hand to press up against Taylor’s plug. As one went in, the other stopped applying pressure, giving Taylor a constant source of leg shaking pleasure as she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. While Sophia fucked her, Taylor continued to lick at her once friend, her lust clouded mind helping her lick as she let her focus fall apart as she was assaulted by both the pleasure and how much of a lewd slut she was being right now.

Taylor’s tongue was guided by Emma’s moans and gasps as she continued to assault Emma’s lower lips, sliding her tongue wherever it made Emma make a sound. From the sounds that Emma was making, how they came faster and shorter, Taylor had found what she’d been looking for, and while Sophia fucked her, made her moan into Emma’s pussy, Taylor attacked Emma’s own g-spot, the girl quickly losing her composure as Taylor licked at her, doing her best to pleasure the girl. Taylor licked at Emma desperately while Sophia fucked Taylor’s pussy, pleasure uniting them, until Taylor felt Emma’s pussy clamp down on her tongue, trying it’s best to encompass the intruder giving the red head such pleasure. Taylor tasted something else coming from Emma, and she lapped at Emma. Emma was cumming, and that thought, the realisation, Taylor felt like the blaze in her had started to grow out of control, especially as Emma’s legs wrapped around Taylor’s head while the red head let out a long drawn out moan.

It was enough that Taylor could feel herself tipping over the edge as well as Sophia kept fucking her, she’d unknowingly been approaching it, too focused on pleasuring her mistress. Taylor let out a loud moan into Emma, and probably prolonged the red head’s orgasm, and Taylor felt her own flood gates open up. Taylor’s back arched even more downwards as she felt herself cumming, while she shook from the intensity of having someone else fuck her. Sophia seemingly realising what was happening didn’t stop though, and instead, began to fuck Taylor harder and faster. Taylor’s pleasure doubled as she did her screams, her hips going limp in Sophia’s hands as she was held up and fucked. Taylor’s pussy clamped down on Sophia’s faux cock and tried to milk it of cum it did not have.

Eventually, Emma released Taylor’s head and she fell to the floor, her ass still up in the air. Sophia, on the other hand, just didn’t stop. Taylor’s cries of pleasure grew quieter, not due to a lack of pleasure, but due to not having enough breath. Her pleasurable screams turned to moans, and then into slight squeaks as Sophia didn’t stop, the pleasure unending as Taylor was fucked more and more by Sophia until finally she hilted herself in Taylor. Taylor let out one last final scream of ecstasy before she went still, breathing hard as she tried to catch her breath.

“Mmmmh, fuck,” Emma said, sounding nice and relaxed. As she lay there, Sophia began to pull her cock out from Taylor, causing the gimp to moan just like she had before. As the strap-on finally exited Taylor’s hole, her strength failed and her legs slid out from under her. She laid there a moment before she felt someone, likely Sophia, slide her arms underneath her and pick her up, moving her to the bed gently. Then, Taylor felt Sophia get on the bed above her, and a pair of arms pulled her up until she felt a pair of legs on either side of her head.

“Lick,” Sophia ordered, and Taylor didn’t hesitate, she was already so wet. As she licked, Emma started to speak again.

“That was amazing… hey… I was thinking, you think we could maybe turn Taylor into our slutty little gimp, like this girl?” Emma asked, and despite herself, Taylor paused momentarily, before going back to licking at Sophia, her tongue sliding across and into the black girls wet folds.

“The fuck you talking about?” Sophia asked, sounding incredulous.

“Well don’t you think it’d be sexy? Just to have a lovely sex slave to fuck? It’d be like this all the time, we’d fuck her nice and hard and make her pleasure us as well. It’d be hot as fuck,” Emma said, her fantasies seemingly echoing Taylor’s earlier ones.

“So much for fucking post-nut clarity, the fuck you on about Emma? Yeah it’d be sexy as fuck having her looking like gimpy here, being our lil’ sex pet, but like fuck would Taylor ever want to do that, especially with us. Kind of burned that bridge when you went all bitch on her. So unless you’re planning on being as bad as them, that isn’t going to happen.”

“I… mmmmh, yeah… you’re right.”

“Jesus fucking Christ Emma you weren’t seriously…”

“I wasn’t, I was just… horny…” even as she said this, however, Taylor didn’t like the sound of that.

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Stress Release (Worm)

 

Got inspired by the recent picture and decided to have a bit of fun writing this.

 

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Somehow, Bitch knew, just from Taylor helping her, she knew about… her dark fantasies. Taylor had thought she’d hidden it well enough, but her body had betrayed her like always. Somehow, Rachel knew that Taylor had a fetish, a horrible, disgusting, taboo fetish that she couldn’t suppress, especially as she despite her efforts; she couldn’t help but find it erotic.

 

Despite herself, Taylor had during Emma’s campaign been finding herself more and more immersed in the internet, and learning more and more about herself. Initially, it started off as realizing that she could let the world slip away when she masturbated. She’d enjoy herself; watch some hunks, either fuck other hunks or women. She’d expected it to remain like that initially, but slowly, it wasn’t enough. Perhaps it was because the first videos of porn she watched were rather, extreme, but she eventually found herself drawn towards more and more degenerate porn and was falling down a rabbit hole that she couldn’t pull out of.

 

The fact that masturbation became something of a regular hobby for Taylor alongside it being good stress relief likely didn’t help either. So Taylor continued to dive down further and further into degeneracy, eventually leading her to here and now, where Taylor couldn’t even cum quickly if it didn’t have someone all tied up, either pretending to be a pet, or in heavy bondage, or in some cases…

 

Being fucked by a dog.

 

Or a horse really but hentai wasn’t exactly realistic unless you were a cape that happened to be a brute. Unfortunately, unlike a certain female pornstar that Taylor loved to watch, she wasn’t some slime girl case 53 or a brute, so horse fucking is a no-go. That left dogs, which there was surprisingly a large number of videos of on the internet ranging in various kinds of video quality. Not to mention the hentai and drawn porn of the act.

 

It was her own personal shame, that she wanted to be fucked by a dog, that she wanted to feel a dog’s red rocket slide into her, and fuck her. She wanted that and so many more things to be done to her because of her various fetishes. Then, somehow, Bitch managed to sniff it out. All it took was Taylor helping her out at her shelter once, and suddenly Bitch knew. She knew and approached Taylor. She told Taylor, that she knew that Taylor was a bitch in heat, that she knew Taylor was practically starving for cock, and then she invited Taylor over to her shelter.

 

Taylor almost didn’t accept. Actually, that would have been the smart thing to do, to not accept, to refute her, to tell her that she was wrong, to tell her that she didn’t want to bend over for a dog, to go on all fours, and present herself for a dog to use.

 

Yet Taylor hesitated or didn’t respond like that. She’d paused, frozen, and had admitted that yes, she desired it. She admitted it, and now she was facing the consequences of it, standing in Bitch’s warehouse, looking down shamefaced. It probably wasn’t a good thing that Taylor had for some dumb reason decided to bring the collar she’d bought one day at a pet store with her name on it. Granted it wasn’t on, but…

 

Bitch herself stood there watching Taylor, holding a dog, Brutus’, leash as she stood there. She smiled at Taylor as she and Brutus walked forward, Brutus happily panting and looked up at Taylor with his tail wagging. Eventually Bitch stopped in front of Taylor and looked her over.

 

“You ready?” she asked, and Taylor realised this was her last chance to get out of this, to run away and escape with… well not her dignity, not that she really had any since Emma and her trio of bitches basically took that and trampled it into the dirt. It was more her last chance to get out of here without ending up bent over, and submitting to a dog, even though… she’d known that that was what she would be doing the whole time she’d been walking here.

 

“No- no I-” Taylor started but Bitch interrupted her, stepping forward, her hand surging forward as she slid a hand into Taylor’s pants.

 

“Hey, what-!?” Taylor cried out as she felt Bitch’s rough hand slide down her pants, into her panties, and a ringer moved across her crotch, the touch affecting her more than it really should as Taylor shivered while Bitch pulled her hand out of Taylor’s pants. She looked at the slick hand and gave a brief chuckle.

 

“You’re ready,” she said before taking a hold of Taylor’s arm and guiding her off to the side. Taylor didn’t resist, letting Bitch take control for the moment as she was walked over to the ratty-looking bed that was there. As they came to a stop in front of it, Bitch let go of Taylor’s arm and looked at her.

 

“Strip,” she ordered, and Taylor obeyed, her breath growing more and more ragged with her growing anticipation, and she could practically feel how wet she was. Taylor was really glad that she’d brought along another pair of panties because she could feel how soaked hers were becoming. Within moments, Taylor was naked in front of Bitch and Brutus. After a moment, Bitch reached down and picked up Taylor’s hoodie, and tossed it to her.

 

“You might want to have that on unless you want scratches along your back,” Bitch said, and Taylor almost dropped the hoodie back down. It… sounded exciting, feeling Brutus’ claws dig into her back, not enough to harm but only to mark, to feel the cuts along her back when Brutus mounted her and dominated her. She’d remember those scratches whenever she saw Brutus, and she’d remember what he did.

 

But slowly Taylor put her hoodie back on, not zipping it up, but just having it on her to protect her back. Maybe later, but for now, it might be better to just have it on.

 

“Alright, not onto the bed,” Bitch said, but Taylor hesitated, debating whether she should do it or not, her one hand in her pocket, clutching the collar with her name on it. When Taylor didn’t immediately follow Bitch’s orders, she looked sharply at Taylor.

 

“Whatever it is, spit it out,” but Taylor didn’t speak. She… she was already going to be getting fucked by a dog… so… why not? Slowly, even as her breath felt like it was coming out hard and fast, Taylor pulled the collar from her pocket. Bitch didn’t chastise her for her slowness as she watched. Taylor brought the collar up to her neck, but then Bitch moved, and Taylor froze.

 

Rather than throw her to the bed as Taylor expected, Bitch merely moved behind her, moved her hair out of the way, and helped Taylor with the collar. Expertly pulling the thing together, and even fastening it just a slight bit tighter than Taylor might have. Bitch then turned Taylor to look at her, looked at her collar, and nodded, before nodding her head towards the bed. Taylor swallowed, feeling the collar fastened to her neck even more, before turning and crawling onto the bed on all fours. Her heart was pounding and her pussy twitched just a bit.

 

“Ass or cunt?” Rachel asked, and Taylor blinked owlishly at her for a moment, before realising what she meant. For a moment Taylor wanted to say cunt, but something stopped her. Some ridiculous notion of virginity and all that. She was about to be made into a literal bitch, and was about to be defiled in such a way as to ruin her forever, whether she had her womb or just her ass filled with doggy cum. She certainly would never be pure.

 

“C-cunt,” Taylor said finally. After all, ass or pussy, she was still being fucked, and better that it be with something that was actually evolved to take cock.

 

“Present,” Bitch said, and Taylor already had an idea of what she wanted. Doing her best to present herself, Taylor lowered her stomach down and did her best to open her legs up for Brutus, her pussy wet and inviting for him while she started to breathe through her mouth. The anticipation was killing Taylor and she could feel how hard her nipples were getting while her pussy grew even slicker.

 

“Brutus, knot her,” Bitch said finally and Taylor felt Brutus walk onto the bed. This, this was the moment that Taylor had been waiting for, that she’d come here for. Taylor swallowed again and licked her lips. She felt the bed depress around her, Brutus moving up towards her, sniffing at her cunt for a moment while Taylor was forced to wait, presenting like a good bitch for Brutus.

 

Then Brutus lifted himself up, and landed on Taylor, his paws falling onto her back, the hoodie protecting her from the claws that dug in but she could still feel his weight on her. Then she felt it, Brutus’s molten hot cock pressing up against her. Taylor sucked her breath in as her eyes widened, yet were unseeing. All of her focus was on Brutus’ cock, sliding along her wet pussy as she presented herself for him.

 

Then he started thrusting, at first, his red rocket moved around as he tried to line up with her. Taylor almost wanted to help him but was paralyzed as Brutus slid his cock along her pussy, the sensations moving through her as she was teased. Even so, Taylor shifted slightly, opening her legs up more, hoping to present herself better, and suddenly, like being hit by Sophia, she felt Brutus’ cock enter her.

 

Taylor moaned as she felt Brutus’ cock enter her, the pace starting off rapidly as the dog plunged into her without any kind of foreplay, not that she really needed it. Taylor’s moan quickly turned into a repeating pleasured yelp as Brutus pounded into her, filling her needy cunt with his molten hot red rod. From the panting he was enjoying it just as much as Taylor was as he continued to pound into her, the pleasure blasting through her core as her own tongue lolled out.

 

The pleasure was immense, far greater than what Taylor could accomplish with her fingers, and there had been no pain. She’d been so horny that any pain there might have been was wiped away by the immense pleasure of being penetrated properly for the first time, her virginity taken by a dog and Taylor couldn’t be happier. It felt amazing to be fucked by Brutus, the pleasure overtaking her and clouding her mind as all she could focus on was the rapid-fire pounding from Brutus’ cock entering into her slutty slit.

 

Soon enough Taylor could feel herself cumming, Brutus not even stopping for a second as he continued to pound into her, uncaring for her pleasure, even as she did all she could to withstand him. He didn’t need to care about her pleasure as Taylor’s moans grew louder as he fucked her. Taylor shifted and squirmed a bit under him as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her cunt clenching and opening at the same time as she came. Her inner walls undulated and squeezed, trying to milk Brutus’ rod of his cum while she did her best to push back against the massive dog dominating her.

 

Then she felt it, Brutus’ thrusts into her grew faster and more desperate, they went deeper and she felt like he was pounding into her deeper. Then she felt something hot starting to leak into her, spraying into her. The hot liquid was even hotter than Brutus’ cock, and it felt so warm and lovely inside of her. Then she felt something else. She felt something expanding in her cunt as she was fucked. Taylor moaned out loud as she felt herself cumming again from the feeling, having been unable to calm down as Brutus continued to brutalise her pussy with his magnificent member.

 

The knot continued to expand, filling Taylor up and plugging her so all the hot doggy semen remained in her and made her feel so warm inside as the knot continued to swell. Taylor moaned some more as she felt how big it was in her, her head falling forward as all she could focus on was that cock filling her up. The knot, Brutus’ knot, it was so big, she could hardly breathe. For a moment Taylor had to stop and breath, one breath in, one out, in, out, in, out. Any properly coherent thoughts in Taylor’s head were gone as she continued to cum around Brutus’ knot for a few moments longer, and even after, she couldn’t think. The feeling of being so full, so full of cock, the pleasure it was giving her even as Brutus stopped fucking her, and just lay on her, his cock filling her completely, it was too much. Taylor couldn’t think, she could barely breathe.

 

“Fu-fu… fu-ck,” Taylor moaned as she continued to clench around Brutus’ inflated shaft, loving every moment she was knotted to the big brute. She was in heaven, and she loved it. She saw some legs in front of her, and then a pair of fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to look up a bit, but not straight into Bitches eyes.

 

“Having fun?” Bitch asked, no judgment in her tone despite how it easily could, and in fact, should have been in there.

 

“Y-y-ye… Mmmmh. Y-yes,” Taylor tried to say, but the knot, the intensity of what she was feeling, how it distracted her thought, how her mind was so clouded that she could barely think, or even breath. It was too much, and Taylor couldn’t handle thinking right now, the intensity of the pleasure even after was too much for her. Even so, Bitch seemed to get the message. She petted both Taylor and Brutus’ heads, like Taylor was just another one of her dogs before moving to the side, and gripping a blanket. She tossed it over Taylor and Brutus, before saying to Taylor in a softer tone.

 

“Relax,” as she said this, Taylor slowly let herself slide downwards, sliding down until she was pressed against the bed by Brutus, unable to move, and unable to think of moving because of the knot in her that was the source of her pleasure. Her ass was still up, but her front was down into the mattress, Taylor having given up any chance of being seen as lucid as she just lay in the mattress, taking the pleasure of being so full and letting that be her entire world at the moment. No powers, no capes, no nothing. Just pure and simple, pleasure-induced bliss.

 

As Bitch left, Taylor continued to relax in the bed, the knot and Brutus keeping her warm and happy while she lay in the bed, smelling Lisa’s shampoo for some reason.

 

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