More homeless men

Stunned by the speed of events you hang limply, collar digging painfully into your neck. You try and gasp for breath, but all you inhale is the rancid odour of the old sock tied across your nose and mouth. Your stomach lurches, and vomit tries to make it's way up your throat, panicked at the thought of ****, you desperately try to swallow it back down, coughing on the panties wedged in your mouth as you do so. Struggling to breathe, you rock your head, there! the chainlink fence is close, and you manage to rub your head against it, desperately grinding your nose into the metal until the sock slips down off your nose, and you greedily suck in air.

Your near-asphyxiation passed, the adrenaline begins to fade, and you slump again as a wave of exhaustion and pain washes over you. You try to think, try to figure out a way to escape, but one thought keeps hammering through your brain, 'this was such a stupid idea'. Your arms are twisted behind your back painfully, and you squirm to try to adjust them, desperately feeling for anything you could untie them with, but find only fallen leaves and dirt. You can feel more fence against each of your legs, and figure you must be in a corner, the belts are painfully tight and you let out a muffled sob. Your legs have been painfully spread apart, almost doing the splits as your butt is suspended in the air, there's not a single inch of wiggle room there either. You don't remember seeing a fence, let alone a corner, but you're not sure you remember everything that happened to you either, in your memory everything seemed to happen at once, you struggle to remember what happened to your bag, and the precious rulebook inside, but draw a blank. You sob again as a cool wind blows through the trees, feeling its biting chill especially hard on your abused pussy, wet with the cum that the homeless man had left inside. You thrash and try to scream, but even to you the noises seem pitiful, and you slump down again, defeated.

You awaken, not aware at first that you had fallen asleep, or passed out. What little light was getting through the blindfold seems to be gone, and you can feel the cold gnawing at your exposed skin, you wish you had your shirt, your breasts feel like icicles, and your tattered leggings are doing nothing for your frozen nethers. Then you realize what woke you, voices, and you desperately try to cry out for help. A twig snaps nearby, and you hear a man's voice cry out, "hey, y'all come check this out!", and your stomach churns again, 'no no not more!'.

Soon there is a crowd around you, you're not sure how many, but their voices sound rough as they jeer at you, and crack jokes. It doesn't take long for the first to touch you, a sharp slap on your breast that makes you scream into your gag, the cold has made them incredibly sensitive! You couldn't see everything that your attacker wrote on your body, but the new group is reading some of them off and your heart sinks with every line. 'WHIP ME' is followed by another slap on your breast, followed by an agonizing smack with a thin stick, and all too soon they finish with 'BREED ME', and you feel the first of them move between your legs.

This man is thinner, the fingers that grasp your hips painfully feel almost skeletal, and he wastes no time in freeing his cock from his trousers and plunging inside of you. His dick is thinner than the last, but long and curved, and it feels like a snake as it forces its way inside. You can hear his breath wheezing as he humps you frantically, before quickly blowing his load inside your cunt after only a handful of thrusts. You are helpless, like you wanted, and you groan again as you feel the fresh wetness on your labia. "Dam I love **** bitches like this," a new voice growled, and you can feel the vibrations as someone large walks forward, and runs a hand down one leg. This one stops to take his shirt and pants off, and you are hit with a sudden wave of body odour, stale sweat, old food, he stank of piss and shit, and he was on his knees, and his foul cock was working it's way into your folds. Your stomach twisted and churned, and tears soaked your blindfold, and still he went deeper. Slowly, agonizingly, an enormous cock was **** into you, and you whimpered as it hit your cervix, pushing hard, before driving back to hammer it again. Deeper and deeper he drove, hammering your insides out of his way, and with the cock too came something else. Folds of fat enveloped you, stomach rolls, and breasts that felt larger than yours covered most of your body, you finally began to feel warm, and were it not for the stench, and the painful stabbing pain in your cervix, you'd almost have welcomed it. This stinking, savage obese man was keeping you alive, but at what cost, and you cried again as he hammered you. One hand dropped to your breasts, kneading them savagely, like he was trying to milk them, and somehow he increased his pace, and his ****. Despite the belts, he had shoved you backwards against the fence post, and you could hear the metal creaking in protest. The chain on your collar had gotten caught on something, and it was now pressing dangerously against your windpipe, and again you were desperately fighting for air. But with the new angle, and the warmth, came something else, sensation, as his cock scraped its way past your clit, you somehow felt pleasure growing at last. Even faster now, and you could see spots in front of your vision, an orgasm was building, somehow you were getting off to being ****, but you couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Then suddenly it crashed over you, waves of heat and pleasure, your pussy spasmed, and greedily drank the cum from the pulsing cock inside you as the man grunted and moaned loudly.

You awoke again, this time to pain, your pussy stung and throbbed, your asshole too, and you could feel painful welts across your breasts. Your neck ached, your whole body ached, you felt like a dishrag that had been wrung out and twisted. You opened your mouth, your gag was gone! only to vomit out a stream of cum, and other stomach contents, turning your head as much as the collar allowed, you heard the vomit splash across the leaves, and run down your face and into your hair. Shuddering, you opened your eyes, and saw a sliver of light, the blindfold must have been knocked crooked at some point. Shaking your head brought another heave of your stomach, but also widened the sliver of light, and you were able to see your battered body, and let out another sob. Cum ran across you in rivers, and more obscene writing darkened your pale skin. Tearing your eyes away from the bloody welts across your once flawless breasts, you were able to make out four figures around a fire barrel. They were talking, and passing around a bottle of something, and straining your ears, you were horrified to hear they were talking about you. You were a sex toy to them, not even human, and they loudly compared each of your holes. Your pussy was the favourite it seemed, and each man boasted of having filled it with at least one load of cum. Your stomach churned again, but this time there was nothing to throw up, as you grew aware of a wet puddle under your butt, there was no way all that cum had come from only four men. No, straining, you remembered a large man, thrusting into you hard, even as you struggled for air, the memory made you squirm, and not entirely unpleasantly, 'will have to unpack that thought later' you decided, but if that was real, then none of those four were him, they were much smaller, so who else? As if on queue another man spoke up "let's have another fuck party tomorrow, get all the guys together for another go while she's still fresh, cunts like this don't last all that long". You felt your stomach twist again, 'all the guys', homeless guys? hopefully he was just being dramatic, there were almost 200 homeless in this city, even assuming some were women, had you just been a sex toy to over a hundred dirty homeless men? You looked again over your battered and cum splattered body, smelled the sour reek of their body fluids, and gritted your teeth, yes you think that might have been accurate.

Suddenly you heard your name, and your heart stopped, whipping your eyes towards the figured you looked on in horror as you realized one of the men was rummaging through your bag, and holding out a card, presumably your drivers license, and saw it quickly snatched up. "Macie eh?" another man replied, "Macie the cumslut, has a nice ring to it! Hey there's an address here! Think she's got a nice place?", you struggled, you still lived with your parents, and couldn't imagine these men barging into their home. One man pulled out a phone and snapped a photo, and you felt a chill beyond the cold of the night. "Hey, got any good ones on there?" The fourth man asked, and in a moment they were cheering a lineup of photos and videos, and all of them, you realized, were of you. Somehow you didn't know you could feel worse, and opened your mouth to speak, to yell, to scream or plead you weren't sure, but only a croak came out. The cum, the vomit, or maybe the collar which still dug into your neck had robbed you of your voice, and you thrashed, grimacing as you felt your butt sliding around in mud and cum, as you futilely tried to scream. Suddenly you heard cheers, a video you realized, they had shot video of you too, "she woke up a bit when Carl broke in her ass, did you get that one" a voice asked, "sure did! here" and suddenly you could make out muffled moans, yours, though you didn't remember making them. Three of the men went back to flipping through photos after that, the fourth unfortunately went back to digging through your bag. Your cash, phone, bus card, all dissapeared one by one into his pockets as you watched, your highschool yearbook was briefly examined, and then discarded, and then the world stopped, as he drew out the rulebook.

You couldn't breathe, this couldn't be happening, that book was your last hope. You hadn't tested things carefully, hadn't thought beyond one stupid idea, but when you had erased the rule in the coffee shop, the barista's clothes had come back, and no one had seemed to notice. You thrashed and tried to scream, you needed that book, you could undo this, could you? could it turn back time? could it make everyone forget? could it get that fucking cum out of your unprotected pussy? Anything, anything was better than this, like a nightmare being unable to scream you shook and jerked, all unnoticed.