Check The Package

Something felt off about how heavy the package was. It had to be a heavy metal of some kind, she thought, hoping it was not the radioactive kind. Though she doubted magic people would get such things delivered, Lydia wanted to be sure or at least comforted. Looking inside an unsealed satchel isn't the same as unsealing a locked box. Getting away from the street and into an alleyway, Lydia looked around for anyone and set the package down on a garbage can. Before she could open it, she heard a voice.

“What’s in the bag, sweet thing?” Came the voice.

Lydia turned to see three men checking her out like a piece of meat. “Honestly, I don't know. Feel free to look, it’s heavy as fuck.”

She stepped back from the bag, closer to the street, in case she had to run. It annoyed her how she had checked the alley moments before and yet still got snuck up on. ‘Had they just been leaving a building?’ Lydia asked herself before dismissing it. It didn't matter now. Her concern was getting out of that alley, ideally with the package, and without getting hurt.

The thug lifted the satchel, surprised at its weight. “You steal a gold bar or something?”

“You tell me.” Lydia fired back, trying to inch farther from him only to bump into one of the other men. Again, she had been snuck up on. She thought that either they were ninjas or she was terrible at minding her surroundings.

“It could be dangerous. You do it.” He instructed before taking a step back.

Lydia didn't have much of a plan, but if she could grab the bag and run, she might make it to the street. Of course, it was heavy, and she had no head start, but if she could scream, maybe. She made an effort to look in the bag like they wanted while they checked her out, but as she tried to lift it, something jumped out of the satchel. It blinded her at first, some kind of slime that seeped into her eyes. When her vision returned, she looked down, but something was still in the bag. She dropped it back on the can. Her skin had black veins running under it, stretched over her breasts and arms to her hands. Someone grabbed her and spun her around to throw her to another.

“You tried to run, but if you have the energy to use those legs, you will spread them.” It was hard for her to tell who said it. “Bring her inside.”

It wasn't the first time Lydia had found herself at the mercy of men wanting some fun. Her experience told her not to make herself a problem for them. She could also feel the thing inside her twisting her senses. Amplifying the sensations as they pushed her into a small room with a couple of cots in it. Her clothes came off before they **** her to the bed. It was like they couldn't see the black tendrils under her skin.

“You better have had practice, or this is going to hurt.” One said she couldn't make out their faces very well.

“I’ll be good.” Lydia moaned before one shoved his cock into her open mouth.

“You better be.” He said as he held her face tightly, using it like a fleshlight.

Lydia cried and gagged as she felt her bottom half being put into position, her legs spread, and her hips **** down onto a hard cock. The humiliation didn't end as her ass got spread wide, and another cock entered her. Anal always needed preparation, but she was relieved to feel it slide in without friction. As her body was assaulted in three ways, she felt the thing inside her writhe and **** a climax to shake her body. The muffled cheers from the men made her feel disgusting. Doing the exact same thing on her terms was a wild time, and she loved it; doing it in a dirty room at the mercy of thugs was ****.

“Smile bitch!” The one in her throat pulled out just enough to let her breathe and put a camera in her face.

Lydia smiled, despite herself, as if the thing within her was as much a part of the **** as the men. She worked her mouth over the cock as he used both hands on his cell, showing she didn't need to be ****. It incensed her, but it also gave her room to breathe more often than he had allowed her to. Feeling the load pumped into her ass as the one guy got off early, she felt relieved as he pulled out but moaned as if she wanted it back.

“Don't worry, little bitch; more are coming.” He said as he unloaded it into her mouth, and she had to taste all of it.

“Dumbasses!” The guy under her, violating her pussy shouted. “That's not how you get girls pregnant! This is!”

He grabbed Lydia by the hips hard as he thrust deep into her, grunting as his balls emptied into her. She knew he couldn't get her pregnant, but as she slumped to the side as he got up, she felt like her humiliation was complete.

“Don't get sleepy, girl. The guys just got here.” One pointed at the door, where she heard car doors opening and closing.