Climb out the window

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS MORE OF A SET UP FOR A NEW STORY BRANCH. IT DOES NOT CONTAIN MUCH IN SEXUAL CONTENT.

It’s stupid. You know it is, but so is staying in this room. If you stay, you’ll definitely be **** to do something you don’t want to do, but if you leave, there’s a chance you’ll get away. Even if it is slim, it’s bigger than if you stay here.

With that thought, you rush to the window and slide it open. Luckily, it looks like you’re on the first floor. You throw a leg over the window and climb out, landing in the bushes lining the house. You take a moment to catch your breath and look around. You try to ignore the limbs scratching at you.

You can hear the music and some people laughing and talking, but you don’t see anyone. If you do this right, you can dash from the bushes to the tree between this house and its neighbor. Your heart is pounding so loud in your chest, you stop paying attention to the sounds around you, and try concentrating on your sprint.

With a deep breath, you run, your arms crossed over your chest to keep them still and to give yourself some sort of coverage. You get to the tree and try to hide behind it, trying to figure out where to go next. That’s when you see it, the back gate to the neighbor’s backyard is unlocked and slightly open. The lights in the house are off and you don’t see any cars in the driveway. It looks like no one’s home. Maybe you can hide back there until you can figure out how to get of here!

With that sliver of hope, you dash to the gate and slip into the backyard. You pull the latch, locking the gate with a sigh of relief. You can feel all the stress and fear you’ve felt since you woke up, lift away.

You back away, crossing your arms over your breasts again. It was slightly chilly out and you unsuccessfully try to suppress a shiver. With a sigh, you turn.

Your eyes bulge.

In the back yard are three guys sitting in a hot tub, staring at you with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

“Oh, god…” you mutter and take a step backwards.

“Hey,” one of the guys climbs out of the tub. He’s holding one of his hands up, a silent plea to wait. “Are you OK?”

The mere question is enough to send tears to your eyes. You shake your head and hold back a sob. “No…” your answer comes out more as a whimper than anything else.

You can’t help but wonder how you appear to them. You’re standing in a backyard, shirtless, your hair a mess, and covered in cum.

The man who climbed out of the hot tub grabs a nearby towel and slowly approaches you. You can see the sympathy clearly evident in his eyes. “Here,” he wraps the large towel around your shoulders.

You grasp the edges and hug it closed over your chest.

“I take it you didn’t… volunteer…” he winces at his own wording, “for any of… that?” He motions to his own chest. You immediately know he’s referring to the cum on you.

You shake your head silently.

“C’mon,” he wraps his arms around you and leads you towards the hot tub. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He grabs one of the other towels and uses it to wipe at the splooge on your face. You glance at the other two men to see that watching you with worried expressions before glancing at each other silently.

Once he finished cleaning your face, he falters. “Um… here.” He holds out the towel. “I figure you’d prefer cleaning up… the rest… by yourself.” He glances down at your towel covered chest before looking back at your face.

Slowly, you reach for the dirty towel in his hand and turn away from him. Once your back is to the three guys, you let the towel on your shoulders fall open and start wiping away at the rest of the cum with the dirty towel.

“Can I ask what happened?”

You’re not sure which of the guys asked, but you refuse to turn around at that. Shaking, you try to answer, “I was at the party next door… I passed out… when I woke up…” you **** back another sob.

“Fuck, man…” one of the guys mutters.

“Told you he was an asshole,” another one growls.

The one who was out of the hot tub sighs and places a hand on your shoulder. “Look, normally, I’d let you into the house and let you get cleaned up, but I don’t have a key. It’s my uncle’s house and he’s out of town. He told us we could use the hot tub whenever, but that’s it.”

You merely nod. That makes sense, there were no signs of anyone home. Bracing yourself the answer, which you’re pretty sure you already figured out from the lack of a car in the driveway. “Can you take me home?”

A heavy silence fell over the group.

“We walked. I live only two blocks away.”

You start shaking again. You don’t want to walk in this state.

“Hey!” One of the other guys perks up. “We walked over here in our trunks, but if you stay wrapped up in the towel, we can escort you to his house and give you a ride from there.”

It was definitely a better notion than trying to walk back home yourself.

Pulling the towel closed around you again, you turn back to the three guys. Taking a better look at them, you realize they’re older than you. Maybe even already out of college. You nod silently. “Please?”

The three guys share a look. The two in the hot tub climb out and hit a switch on the side, shutting off the jets and heat. The grab the cover leaning again the house and heave it over the tub.

“I’m Wyatt,” he guy who gave you a towel gently introduced himself.

The other two guys walked over. One of them was watching you with a frown as he spoke, “Jack.”

The last guy tried to give you a gentle smile, “And I’m Linden.”

You whisper your name, “Jane.”

“That’s a pretty name, Jane.” Wyatt forces a small smile on his face.

Part of you is irritated by the attempt to pacify you like a child, but another part of you is grateful. You were feeling safer by the minute.

“We’re ready.”

You look over to see Linden has a third towel thrown over his shoulder.

“C’mon,” Wyatt goes to put his arm around your shoulder, but stops just short as you wince away from him. “Sorry,” he mutters and starts heading to the back gate. You’re highly aware of the two guys behind you as you leave the back yard.

You throw a glance to the window you had climbed out of only moments ago and feel your heart jump in your chest.

Mike is standing at the window, glaring at you. You two make eye contact and you freeze in your tracks.

An arm wraps around your shoulder as Linden quickly blocks your view of Mike. You look up and see him glaring in the direction you had been looking. Linden moves you forward and soon, all four of you are in the street, walking away from the party.

Linden feels warm. Safe even. You don’t try to shake him off or step away from him. Instead, you let him lead you as Wyatt walks in front and Jack walks behind you. Most of the walk is filled with a tense silence, but you refuse to break it.

As the events of what just happened catch up with you, your eyes overflow with silent tears and spill down your cheeks. Linden tightens his arm around you, obviously trying to give you some sort of comfort.

“You’ll be OK,” he speaks quietly. “We’ll get you home.”

You merely nod.

After what feels like forever, you find yourself being led towards a brick 1 story house. Wyatt unlocks it and holds it open for you and Linden.

Once in the living room, the two of you stop and wait for the other two to join you.

Wyatt gives you a small smile, which immediately disappears. “Bathroom is just down that hall, first door on your left. Take a shower, get that stuff out of your hair and I’ll get you some clothes to change into.” He stops and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Um… but they’ll probably be too big though… I don’t have any girl clothes here.”

You nod. “That’s OK…” You start towards the bathroom, but stop at the door. “Thank you,” you whisper. They all nod at you.

Without another word, you jump in the shower. While you’re in the middle of washing your hair, you hear knock on the door.

“Jane? I’m just gonna open the door and put the clothes on the counter, OK?” Wyatt calls in, but nothing happens.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s asking permission. “O-OK!” you try to say loud enough for him to hear, your voice shaking as you do so.

You hear the door open and close almost immediately.

You finish your shower and quickly slip into the new clothes. You opt not to wear even your undies after seeing that they too are covered in cum. Luckily, you were pretty sure you hadn’t been ****. You’d always heard that the first time would hurt and leave you sore down there and you weren’t even a little sore. You were a bit wet, but you had a feeling that was from when Mike was fingering you at the table.

Mike.

The look he was giving you at the window made you shudder. You knew this wasn’t over. He was going to come at you again. Maybe even more aggressively than he had been already.

With a sigh, you glance at your reflection. You definitely look much better than before. Your skin was clean from cum finally, as was your waist length hair. The clothes were definitely too big for you, but it didn’t look too bad. You were wearing Wyatt’s black basketball shorts which had a tie at the waist you could secure and one of his red t-shirts you probably could have worn as a dress. You were thankful for the shorts though, especially since you opted not to wear the undies.

You left the bathroom and walked back into the living room. All three of the guys were in there, sitting on the couch, talking quietly amongst themselves.

Jack was the first one to see you and jumped to his feet, the other two quickly followed.

“Hey!” Wyatt greeted, his eyes sweeping over you in your new clothing. “Feeling any better?”

While, you felt like the correct answer should have been ‘no’ considering what all had happened. Honestly, you did. “Yeah… thank you.”

“Of course.”

“Hey… um…” Linden hesitates as he pulls out his phone.

“Dude!” Jack hisses, reaching to snatch the device out of his hands, but Linden is faster, jumping back.

“She should know!” Linden snaps back.

“Know what?”

Linden sighs. “First off… you should know… Mike is my cousin.” You freeze, but wait silently, your heart rate starting to pick up again. “So when he saw me leading you away from the party, he sent me… this.” He holds the phone out to you.

You’re shaking when you pick up the phone. There’s a video waiting to be played. You swallow the lump in your throat, already knowing what you’re going to see. Sure enough, as soon as you hit play, you see your sleeping face. Your shirtless chest has a large cock sitting on it, smushed between your breasts. Two hands are holding your breasts together, the fingers tweaking your nipples as he titty fucks you. He moans and calls you names the whole time. You watch the video, your whole body shaking as tears start pouring down your cheeks again. Suddenly you hear him grunt as cum shoots out and covers your face and chest.

In the back of your mind, you wonder how he was holding the camera and your breasts at the same time, but that was hardly your worry at the moment.

The asshole had a video! He could **** you. He could show it to others.

“Oh, God…” you sob and drop to your knees, setting the phone on the floor next to you.

“There’s more…” Linden mutters.

You look up just in time to see Jack punch him in the arm in warning.

“W-What is it?” You try to calm down your crying.

“He… there’s a text with it…”

With shaking fingers, you pick the phone back up and back up into the text message.

Hey Linden u asshole think u can take my slut?!

The next message is a link to the video. Below that, there’s another text.

Ill be nice. U want my slut, u can borrow her 4 tonite only. I want a video of her giving 1 of u a blojob or Ill send the video to the entire football team if u dont.

You start sobbing.

“D-Do you think he’d really…” you trail off. You know he would. You look up to see all three of guys looking at each other awkwardly.

With a sigh, Linden slowly nods. “Yeah… I know he would.”

You mull over your choices.