Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 2

The sun was streaming through her curtains, as she unpleasantly discovered as she shut her bleary eyes. Maybe

those guys were right. Maybe she did have a few more drinks she'd just blanked out on. She felt terrible. Her

eyes hurt, her head hurt, her body hurt, and she felt the desperate need to brush her teeth. But for the moment

at least she refused to face the day and rolled over to cover her head with the blanket; she needed to thank

them for helping her get back hsafely, Violet thought. She would never have gotten back to her bed without

their help.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, she finally resigned herself to the idea that sleep wasn't coming so

she decided to face the day. Getting out of bed she found herself still dressed in last night's outfit, and she

started unzipping it as she walked to the bathroom. On the way there she noticed that the floor was cluttered

which was strange, because she thought she'd remembered cleaning up before she went out last night. But that

wasn't the priority Right now she needed to feel human and wash away the party. She felt stained by the smells

of secondhand drinking and smoking she was suffused with. She let her dress fall around her feet just outside

the bathroom before she walked past the mirror and vanity, not sparing it a glance as she started to run the

water so it could get hot. Then Violet undid her bra and let it fall to the floor automatically while waiting for the

steam to start to rise.

It was only when she leaned down to ease off her cotton panties and let them fall down around her ankles so she

could kick them off that she got the feeling that something was wrong. Looking down she could see a black stain

on the waistband of her panties, and beyond that, bruises on her legs... not the normal one or two she had from

being clumsy as she bumped into furniture, but broad ones like handprints on her thighs and ankles.

She rushed back to the mirror and looked to see what else she hadn't noticed in her fogged state and was

horrified to discover that something awful must have happened to her last night. RAPEDOLL was written across

her barely visible breasts, and CUMDUMP was written above her pussy in the shand. That wasn't the worst

part though. The worst part was the tally marks on her Inner thigh. If she was reading them right, 8 men had

fucked her last night, or she'd been cum at least 8 times. She didn't know what they were supposed to mean,

because she didn't remember. She'd gone to bed a virgin and woken up a whore.

Violet rushed into the shower, the tears coming hard now. She'd never had sex with anyone before and hadn't

dated in a year - not since she'd figured out that she might like girls more than she liked boys. How could this

happen, she thought, chastising herself as she turned the water hotter and soaped up a washcloth so she could

try to wash away the terrible evidence. Now that she knew what had happened... Now that she was aware of

what must have happened to her, it wasn't her body that hurt anymore, as it had so indistinctly in bed. Her

wrists hurt from where she must have been held down. Her jaw ached from when she must have been forced to

suck cock, her ass and her pussy felt raw from where she had been used while she was unconscious, and most of

all her tits hurt from where she'd been brutally and painfully molested. Her entire body had been defiled. Every

first... Every Hole... Every inch of her had been claimed by faceless strangers. The crying didn't stop, but

eventually the scrubbing did as she collapsed and curled up into a ball at the bottom of her shower. It was only

there when she started sobbing so hard, she thought she would break that she started to remember things. First

just little flashes of last night. A cock. A slap. A pair of hands holding her down. The longer she sat there though,

the more these little images resolved into details and terrible moments.

She was on her hands and knees on her own bed as someone grabbed a handful of her short hair and tried to

get his cock inside her mouth. She refused to open it though and so instead he rubbed the slimy head along her

lips, then suddenly whoever was holding her hips thrust forward, forcing his dick all the way inside her in one

painful thrust. But before she could focus fully on the pain, she was consumed by thoughts about how she was

being violated in two holes simultaneously. Each thrust from one direction pushed her harder into the other... It

was terrifying, and disgusting, but also strangely arousing.

Violet shook her head free herself from the terrible image and looked down, surprised to find she had two fingers

in her pussy. This was wrong. This was terrible. She shouldn't be fingering herself to the idea of being violated.

She definitely shouldn't be this wet, and while Violet tried to cto grips with that, she struggled to decide

which would be less disturbing: if she was soaking because she was aroused by what had happened to her, or if

she was still wet from all the cum her rapists had forced inside of last night.

She went to pull her fingers out in disgust, but something about the way she was sitting reminded her of the way

she was straddling one of her rapists when the other one forced her down against him and shoved his dick inside

her tight ass. The memory was revolting... The idea that she'd ever be okay with something like that... of feeling

both cocks glide against each other as they wrestled for space deep inside the guts of her tiny body. It was

disgusting... But she couldn't stop pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy while she remembered all the

terrible things that happened to her. In a way that disgusted her almost as much as the memory of someone

fucking her asshole. But it felt so good. She tilted her face up into the spray with her eyes closed and tried to let

the spray of water blank out her mind - to forget the awfulness she'd endured and at the stshe tried to

wash away all of her negative feelings from her soul with the rising tide of pleasure emanating from her clit. She

knew it was wrong. She knew she shouldn't be sexualizing her trauma, but it was the only refuge, and it was

awfully inviting.

The dark thrill combined with the water cascading from her face to remind her of another terrible scene. This one

must have happened at the end of the night, because she was slumped on the floor in exhaustion as three or

four men, she didn't know jerked off all over her face, shooting rope after rope of hot sticky semen across her

skin and hair. She didn't know them, but she could hardly concentrate on their faces with the disgusting

sensation consuming her. It made her skin crawl, and with her eyes closed the water only added the illusion as

she imagined that even now, she was covered in her rapist's cum. She was permanently dirtied... stained by the

terrible thing they had done to her, and she didn't see how she would ever be clean again.

It was this final thought that pushed her over the edge into a cripplingly powerful orgasm. Even in the throes of

pleasure she imagined that she was on the floor surrounded by the monsters that did this to her, dripping with

their disgusting sperm as she cfor her tormentors. She would never ever do something so wrong, but in the

moment the forbidden image made everything that much hotter, and she clike a whore with two fingers

stuffed deep inside her ravaged pussy.