Left Door

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right in front of the busty young lady, she suddenly realized that she knew her name and how she got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold.

Why am I so stupid? Why did I brag about my ability to cum whenever I chose to? Was it even a real ability? Or where the few boyfriends I had just relatively skilled and wanted me to feel special? And why did I end up sharing that 'secret' with fucking Jacky and not any of the million sane bitches on campus?

A million questions with no good answers. The biggest of all, why the fuck did I agree to this madness? Was it the weed? My - hopefully temporary - loneliness? Or just utter stupidity? I don't know. It is what it is though, and my poor little snatch was suffering the consequences. Although 'suffering' might not be the right word.

She had chosen a good moment for the dare though. It had been a calm night, I was strolling around on campus looking for a fun distraction when suddenly they were all over me. They quickly ripped my shirt and bra away, removed my cute panties and pulled my decidedly unsexy but beloved long skirt over my head. Then, accompanied by my loud cursing, they wrapped some ropes around me and pulled me away.

I could hear their voices, their excited, girly whispers. Were guys present? Maybe. But I didn't hear any.

Then, they dragged me into some building, down a flight of stairs. I could smell weed, heard glasses clinking. More girls where cheering. I voiced my displeasure, yelled at them but all I got was a smack on my now bare behind. I was mortified. They could all see my naked little snatch that I so carefully shaved in case a nice fuck buddy would show up one day.

The tugging stopped for a moment, I could feel their stares, their excitement. Suddenly, I felt someone breathing in my ear. Jacky.

"Time for the dare, bitch. Show us your unique skill. If you aren't a shaking, quivering mess after we pulled that rope through your neat little love box, I declare defeat. But honestly, I don't think you'll make it very far. So let's see how long you'll last, shall we?"

Something was pressing into my surprisingly wet cunt and between my nether lips. I felt the coarse object moving a bit, pulling at my sensitive flesh. The sensations made me gasp.

"No one will touch you, at least not down there. Your fat tits are fair game though. Are you glad these monster melons are protected by the skirt? Or would you like us to pull them out for you, so we can admire their massive size and have better access to those thick, delicious nipples?"

"Let me go!" I moaned, feeling the rope gliding a bit further.

"Your loss. Girls? Let's make the bitch cum!"

More cheers. They surely enjoyed this. But I? I felt terribly embarrassed. Never had my body been on show like that. And to top it all off, I was dripping like a bitch in heat already before they even started.

It was… demeaning? Exhilarating? The most exciting thing I've ever done? All of it, I guess. They played me like a fiddle. I thought I was a straight girl that could only be aroused by bad, well-hung boys. But those bitches? They made me sing in no time.

Their small, girly fingers groping my tits, their long, sharp nails digging into my flesh, their skillful rope play, it was just too much.

I don't know how much of the rope they had managed to pull through my slit by the time my knees gave in for the first time, but it couldn't be much. My own moans felt so foreign to me, so needy and exaggerated. But it was my voice, no doubt. I begged them to pull harder, to mash my hard clit against my body and violate my soaked cunt with whatever was nearby, but they just mocked me and laughed. Which made everything … worse? Better? I didn't know anymore.

Who would have thought that this was my kink? That I got off on getting treated like that? For sure, I didn't.

"Ahhhhh….."

My moans just caused more giggles, more groping, more teasing. My tits were tender like never before, my nipples begged for a little pinching and pulling.

"Oooof"

That damn rope. Did they tie knots in that thing? It surely felt like that. My poor little clit got dragged around like there was no tomorrow, my muscles quivered, my knees gave in one more time. Hands reached out to steady my weak body while I convulsed in another earth-shattering climax.

Will I ever enjoy the normal sex stuff again after this experience? Doubtful.

I don't know how often I came that night. Dozens of times? Hundreds? My body felt drained and exhausted like never before when they declared the end had been reached. But to everyone's surprise - mine included - I wasn't satisfied just yet. They had awakened something in me, something dark and frightening.

I didn't care that I looked like a whore, that I suddenly acted like a crazy nympho. The need was too much and the sane part of my mind had capitulated a long time ago.

"Get that fucking skirt off me for fuck's sake!" I yelled, "Just fuck me, please?"

I was making a fool of myself, but I was beyond caring. My inflamed, insatiable pussy needed more attention and I didn't take no for an answer.

In hindsight, it was the best I could do. I practically **** the girls into a depraved orgy, made them rip their own clothes off in the orgiastic frenzy I had unleashed. I am still not sure if there were any actual lesbians around during this event, and whether something like that could ever be repeated, but that fateful night, everyone joined in.

Our moans could probably be heard over the entire campus. Our glistening, sweaty bodies, our bouncy, soft chests and our excited, positively dripping slits must have been quite the sight. Sadly, no one had the guts to record what unfolded, or didn't dare to post their little secret on social just yet. I would love to see a video of that night though, of what I am capable of under the right circumstances.

Years have passed since then, but my body still yearns for what it experienced back then. Maybe I should find out where Jacky lives by now and make her do it again. It must be possible, right? I need to feel that rope again or I will go insane. I miss you, Jacky. Nobody could make my body sing like you, and I fear no one ever will.

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her back through the door.