Of course she isn't

Aisha, still disconnected from the world, could only register these words with a distant sense of alarm as if hearing them in a dream, and couldn't even scrape together the will to move yet, much less speak.

Trevor, only just now catching his breath, smirked back at his friend. "Don't worry, everybody's gonna get their turn. First I just need to make sure everyone knows to give this bitch exactly what she wants."

Trevor pulled out a Sharpie and proceeded to write on Aisha's still raised ass. Above her ass on her lower back, he wrote "Anal Angel" and quickly drew stylized angel wings on each side of it. On her left ass cheek, he wrote "**** my asshole! Put cocks here" with an arrow pointing to her asshole next to it, and on her right ass cheek he wrote "Open for EVERYBODY" and then added a single vertical line under it to start the tally of assfucks Aisha would receive tonight.

He then finished his writing by rolling the still delirious and helpless Aisha onto her back, and writing "Painal Princess, please fuck other hole ONLY" with an arrow under it to show to flip her over and fuck her ass rather than her pussy, right above where it still said TIP JAR over her pussy.

(Aisha, who would later be frantically scrubbing in the shower to try to remove all this before work the next day, would find that he had used permanent marker and it'd all be staying on her for at least a week.)

Finally, he capped it all off by unwinding Aisha's pretty pink headscarf from her head, wadding it up, and shoving it into her pretty pink pussy to plug it up, turning the symbol of her commitment to modesty as a religiously devout Muslim girl into just another way to violate her. Aisha couldn't help but moan, cry out, and twitch at this, the aftershocks of her mind-shattering orgasm still leaving her pussy hypersensitive - not to mention the aftereffects of its rough treatment and stretching all day long at the coffeeshop.

Trevor rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "Well, if she's asking for tips I think she's earned one!" With that, he pulled a few bucks out of his wallet and stuffed them into her cunt next to her headscarf. "Alright guys, she's open for business, everybody gets their turn now!"

Aisha's senses were barely starting to return to her now and she mumbled, "W-wait... what?" as two boys grabbed her legs to pin them back and another lined up his cock with her already sore asshole. "No... don't do that..."

The boy about to fuck her asshole for the second time tonight paused. "Oh? You changed your mind and don't want it in your ass anymore? It'll take a sec to get you ready, but I can still switch holes."

Aisha's eyes widened in fear. No, this couldn't have all been for nothing! "N-no! I still don't want it in my vagina, but you really don't have to-"

The boy smiled cheerfully at her and cut her off mid-sentence. "Don't worry, we don't mind. We're all gonna take good care of you tonight, buttslut." And with that he started fucking her asshole immediately, swiftly overwhelming what remained of Aisha's will to protest.

True to his word, every boy on the bus would take turns assfucking Aisha that night. Their cocks varied, but to the previously virginal anal novice every one of them felt far too big for her poor abused asshole. They fucked her in every possible position a gang of horny boys could think up together, taking delight in coming up with the most revealing and degrading positions they could for their still recording cameras to capture. One boy found Aisha's phone where she'd dropped it and used the delirious girl's thumb to unlock it so they could also use her own phone to record her anal whoredom and upload it to her own social media accounts, making sure every single person she knew would see it.

She lost her shirt completely before long, never to be seen again, leaving her enormous E-cup tits completely free to be played with and abused for the enjoyment of the boys gangbanging her - a freedom they didn't hesitate to use to its fullest, as her tits that had already turned red from their repeated hard slapping got mercilessly brutalized further for the sole enjoyment of the boys using her. It didn't take long for some of the boys to start fucking her from the other end as well, too impatient to wait for their turn with her asshole. The inexperienced girl who had been a virgin until today had never given a blowjob, but that didn't matter to the boys who were only interested in fucking her throat like a mouth pussy anyway.

Old Rule: While girls may still gag and feel discomfort from being throatfucked, this will never cause them to actually vomit.

The boys would all find the stamina to take at least one turn at each end of Aisha, enjoying every hole she had open to the fullest extent with no regard for her at all. The first boy to fuck her mouth grabbed the permanent Sharpie from Trevor and wrote CUM EATER on her right cheek and started a second tally to track cumshots swallowed on her left cheek.

Needless to say, Aisha missed her bus stop with no chance to even notice, much less protest. The gangbang didn't wind up being limited to the bus as the boys carried her into the club they'd been going to where her fucking continued on a raised stage in clear view of hundreds of people.

The pain, humiliation, and unwilling pleasure completely overwhelmed any ability Aisha had to restrain herself, and she experienced countless orgasms from her public degradation. With no performance scheduled that night to take up the stage, Aisha's degrading gangbang became the main attraction, with many people commenting on what an incredible slut a girl would have to be to enjoy participating in something like that. And of course, the fact that it looked like she was doing it for money as people shoved more and more tips into her excruciatingly overstretched pussy only made it worse.

If Aisha could still think she would have thought there was no way for her asshole to hurt any more than it did, but she discovered a new frontier of agony as some of the people using her started shoving both their cocks up her ass at once to try to get through the line quicker, introducing Aisha to the fresh torment of double anal penetration.

Periodically the men using her would ask if she wanted to be fucked in her pussy instead, and delirious from both the pain and the pleasure Aisha could only mindlessly moan over and over that she didn't, her goal of not being fucked in the pussy above all else the single anchor her frazzled mind could hold onto. Of course, the cameras recording her captured her helpless begging too, and the context made it look to anyone watching like she was just begging for more and more buttfucking.

It wasn't just the original gang of frat boys taking their turns with Aisha's open fuckholes anymore either. Friends the boys had called to invite to the party took their turn too, and many male patrons of the club stepped up to use her as well. A number of female patrons who got too close wound up getting dragged into the fucking as overexcited boys who couldn't wait for a turn with Aisha just pretended they couldn't hear them and ignored their protests, then pulled aside or tore what little clothing the revealing clubbing outfits had in the way and shoved their cocks into the other girls' holes, using them like human masturbatory aids to relieve their lust. One or two of them managed to escape after just being used once or twice, but most weren't so lucky and Aisha's gangbang soon turned into a true orgy in the club, though with Aisha still always at the center of it all.

By the end of the night-long gangbang it was 4:30 AM and Aisha's list of tally marks on each end was so long that it ran down her thigh and neck respectively. In a single night, the girl who had been a virgin yesterday had been fucked by several times more men than any girl who wasn't a true slut would normally fuck in an entire lifetime. Her thorough usage from both ends had left her voice hoarse for a week, her face, body, and hair covered with cum, her stomach packed with cum, and her once-tight asshole now gaping open and absolutely flooded with the cum of dozens of strangers - and a few of her friends and acquaintances of her family who had seen the videos going up during the night and decided to show up to take their turn too, not that Aisha had been in any state to recognize them at the time.

After the boy who had taken Aisha's phone uploaded the last video to her social media he gave her phone back to her. With Aisha still completely out of it and with nowhere else to leave it, with great difficulty he simply wedged her phone into her pussy along with her headscarf and all the many tips her fuckholes had earned her that night. Aisha squealed and moaned uncontrollably as he wedged it into her already drastically overstrained cunt.

The collection of tips Aisha had received at work that day had stretched her painfully, but that was nothing compared to the state her cunt was in now, stretched so obscenely that the pain nearly rivaled that from her tremendously abused asshole. It was at least as bad as when Miranda was double-fisting her if not worse, but constantly instead of just for a little while.

Fortunately for the people fucking her but unfortunately for Aisha, her increasingly packed cunt had kept her asshole feeling relatively tight all night despite its incredible overuse - especially when she was being used for double anal penetration. Needless to say, this overstretching of her cunt would make it much harder for her to keep her tips inside her at work the next day, requiring her to beg her to shove customers to shove their tips back deeper in many more times than before, but it also left her so hypersensitive that it hardly took more than brushing a finger across her clit to make her cum again.

Feeling a sense of responsibility to the wonderful slut they'd found, the frat boys who had started Aisha's descent into degradation decided to take it upon themselves to get her home safe since her treatment had left her in no state to do it herself. They had found her home address in her phone (something several of them made a note of for later) so they knew where she should go.

First, they grabbed some of the other girls who had wound up getting used and were a little less out of it than Aisha, then shoved one girl's face into Aisha's ass and made her spend several minutes eating the cum out of Aisha's asshole until it was no longer constantly oozing jizz while the others licked her body clean and they could reasonably put her in an Uber without the driver getting mad. If any of the girls complained about their task, they just jammed four fingers into her asshole and furiously pumped them in and out until she begged to go back to eating cum, then made her suck their fingers clean of the jizz from their own well-used assholes before going back to work on Aisha.

Next, they pulled Aisha's headscarf back out of her pussy, slightly relieving her pain until they used their hands to shove her tips and phone back in. This stimulation caused Aisha to cum again twice, twitching and moaning incoherently as she was still effectively dead to the world. They then wrapped her headscarf back around her head, disregarding how it was now completely soaked with her own pussy juice from its extended stay in her drenched cunt.

A couple of them rode in the Uber with her once it arrived since she was still completely out of it. Too exhausted from repeatedly fucking Aisha that night to get hard again, the boys amused themselves on the ride to her house by playing with her abused cunt and battered tits to see how many times they could get her to come before they got there. Her repeated orgasms wound up making a bit of a mess in the driver's car after all, but they tipped him with Aisha's asshole once they reached her house to make it up to him while showing him how they'd learned during her gangbanging that viciously twisting Aisha's nipples and/or clitoris would make her ass tighten up for more pleasurable use while she screamed and whimpered mindlessly from the additional surge of pain.

Once the driver was finished fucking Aisha's ass on the hood of his car and released her clit he'd been pinching and twisting, the two frat boys simply picked Aisha up and left her lying on her back on the doorstep of her house, since she was still too out of it to walk up herself or even recognize where she was. They then simply rung her doorbell and walked off to get the Uber to drive them to their frat house, secure in the knowledge their duty was done and paying no attention to Aisha's parents opening the door of the house behind them.

"Young lady, what do you think you have been doing, disgracing yourself and our family like this!" The familiar sound of her mother's furious voice dragged Aisha back to cognizance of her surroundings as she looked up and saw both her mother and her father standing over her and looking as angry as she'd ever seen them. She thus became abruptly aware that she was lying essentially completely naked at the feet of both her parents with not a thing on besides her pussy-soaked headscarf. And while she was still dazed and unaware of her surroundings, her legs had unconsciously spread open to show off her now-hairless, overstuffed, and sopping wet pussy and her asshole which was once again filled with fresh cum from a stranger thanks to the Uber driver.

"I-I'm sorry... I can explain!" Unfortunately for Aisha, that was when one of the frat boys who'd saved her number texted her to congratulate her on being such a great slut, and the vibration of the phone still stuffed into her hypersensitive pussy pushed her over the edge once more. Aisha's eyes rolled back as she moaned her way through another orgasm, this time beneath the judging eyes of her own parents, while the **** of the orgasm made the Uber driver's fresh cum spurt from her asshole onto her parents' doorstep.

Needless to say, her attempts to justify or defend herself would fall on deaf ears that night, and every night thereafter.

The humiliating and painful punishments she would receive from her parents weren't the worst of the aftereffects of Aisha's degrading night-long anal gangbang, though. Between the writing she wouldn't be able to wash off for a week and how many people had seen the videos of her getting gangbanged while (appearing to) beg for it to go in her ass that went up online, Aisha had gained a reputation she just couldn't shake.

Both at college and at work, and sometimes even just out in the world, she found she'd have random men following her to the bathrooms or to isolated areas to buttfuck her, or sometimes just bending her over and doing it right in public. Assrape became a routine part of her life in a way she could have never imagined just a couple of days ago. She tried partnering up with other girls and never going alone to deter this, but when the men showed up to **** their cocks into her ass, the girls would simply giggle and say they wouldn't get in the way of her fun and she should catch up when she was done.

No matter what she said to try to make people believe she didn't want it, the impression left by the videos (and the stories and rumors they'd spawned) was just too strong and they'd always interpret her protests as her just being shy about how much she actually loved getting fucked in the ass, especially painfully. The fact that she would usually come while she was getting assfucked no matter how hard she tried to hold it back or how much they were hurting her didn't help her case either. It wasn't long until even her friends were calling her "Anal Aisha" to her face and laughing off her embarrassed complaints.

She soon learned that if she wanted to ask her professors a question about something she didn't understand then she'd have to deal with them pounding her ass with their hard cocks while they went over it with her whether it was in office hours or just after class in front of everyone, and that was just the price she'd have to pay. Tutoring or even study groups with her friends went much the same way, and Aisha had to simply accept that getting her sore, constantly overfucked backdoor stretched and pounded by cocks was just part of her learning process now.

She didn't have to worry about taking public transit to work or college anymore, but only because the frat boys who knew where she lived now made a habit out of "carpooling" with her - their euphemism for dragging her into their car as soon as she stepped out of the house in the morning and taking turns using her asshole while they drove her to wherever she was going. Aisha couldn't help but admit that at least it was pretty convenient though, however humiliating and painful it also was.

It was no better at work. The "customer loyalty rewards" that Jack and Miranda had come up with for them before had originally only called for Aisha to get titfucked once in a while, and at the time she'd thought that was humiliating beyond words. Now she envied her earlier naiveté, as her bitch boss Miranda had made a special uniform croptop for her that read "Resident Buttslut," and adding insult to injury was the fact that the top was too short to cover the bottom of her breasts - hell, it barely came down to over her nipples - and hence couldn't be worn with a bra. In line with the shirt, Miranda now offered up her asshole to loyal customers instead, and as a special show for coffeeshop regulars, once they finished Aisha was **** to squeeze the cum back out of her asshole into a shot of espresso and then gulp it down as a “Loyalty Latte.” Aisha could at least take some consolation in the fact that since her asshole was getting used for a customer loyalty program, Miranda would stick up for her and try to stop people from just assfucking her whenever they wanted while she was at work - though the fact that whenever she did so she'd also be sure to tell them all about how they could use Aisha's asshole as roughly as they wanted if they joined the loyalty program did sour that a bit.

At least the incredible amount of tips she was pulling in at work was some consolation, even though the incredibly humiliating way she was collecting them also left her pussy sore and throbbing by the end of the day. She wound up spending more of the money than she would have believed on lube and soothing ointments for her constantly battered asshole, though. The relief they brought was limited, but at least it helped.

Honestly, Aisha had to admit that even though her constantly burning asshole was even more sore than her regularly overstretched cunt, her situation wasn't actually all bad. She'd never gotten so much attention from her professors and TAs (even factoring in that half of it was being spent on fucking her asshole) and her grades were improving as a result. She was also making so much in tips now that she'd be able to pay off her student loans before she even graduated, which was a blessing Aisha had never thought she'd have.

Eventually Aisha's will to protest people's mistaken assumptions about her faded, eroded by the consistent futility of doing so. I guess whatever I might actually want, I really am just an anal whore now - nothing but a buttslut for men to use when they please, Aisha thought to herself. They say that all things happen by God's will... could this be what Allah has truly meant me for?

When her birthday came that year and the frat boys took her to a tattoo parlor to get "Anal Angel" and "Painal Princess" (complete with tiaras instead of dots for the "i"s) inked above her ass and pussy respectively as permanent tattoos for their "gift" to her, Aisha didn't even bother to protest. This was just her life now.