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 Ouroboros by The Womb Raider the.womb.raider@gmx.com

   Chapter 3 - No, Miss, it is Simon.

   The kitchen was perfectly ordinary looking.  It didn't seem right.  How
dare life continue looking the same when everything had changed?  I could
still feel the touch of my "friends" hands on my skin and the weight of
their combined ejaculate inside my pussy.  Yet the kitchen, with it's
marble counter tops and glistening steel, seemed like a foreign land.

   As I stood there, naked and shivering on the cold linoleum flood, I
allowed myself the emotional breakdown I protected myself from while they
were having sex with me.  No, while they were raping me.

   Only an hour ago, I was a naive girl laughing and hanging out with her
friends.  I shuddered when I realized that girl was dead.  She would never
come back.  She was torn from me along with my virginity.  All that
remained now was this naked and frightened young woman.

   Dreading what new perversion they could think of next, I reached for the
kitchen phone.  "It's their own fault." I reasoned.  In their confidence of
breaking my will, they left me unattended.  Now I just had to call 9-1-1,
and they too would know what it would be like to be raped.

   Picking up the receiver and putting it to my ear, I expected to hear the
dial tone.  Instead, slithering into my brain was Bryan's voice.

   "Calling someone, Laurie?  Tsk-tsk-tsk.  Shouldn't you be making us
those sandwiches?" he chuckled.

   I slammed the phone down.  Ugh.  "Ok, so they aren't complete morons." I
thought.

   Not seeing a way to avoid it, I pulled some paper plates out and began
the task of feeding my rapists.  Before they had gone out of town, my
parents had fully stocked with fridge and pantry.  Their foresight would
come in handy now, I guess.

   Afraid of what they would do if I took too long, I quickly assembled
three turkey and cheese sandwiches, and put some chips on each plate. 
Using a knife I sliced each sandwich in half.  As I was about to put it on
the side of the sink, another idea floated to the front of my mind.

   "If I can't call for help, I'll have to help myself." I thought, as I
gripped the knife with a new-found purpose.

   I'm sure the idea would have worked, or at least let me buy some time
for myself, if I wasn't suddenly pushed against the counter and the knife
pried from my hand.

   "No, no, no.  We can't have you playing with knives now, can we?" It was
Eric's voice in my ear this time.  He set the knife down, held both my
wrists, and ground himself against my butt.  Oh no, again???

   "Mmmmm..  your ass feels nice against my cock, Laurie...  I'll have to
remember that.  But for now, food.  We can play later."

   Pulling me away, he had me pick up the plates, while he grabbed three
Cokes out of the fridge.  Then, with him following, corralled me back into
the living room.

   Adam and Bryan were sitting on the couch..  the couch where I lost my
virginity.  I realized it would always be THE couch from now on.

   "Ok!  Let's see how 'Molly Mormon' you are, Laurie." Adam said with a
smile as he took a plate from me.  Bryan and Eric each grabbed their own,
along with a Coke for each.

   I noticed each one tore the crust off their sandwiches before biting
into it.  It was a reminder how young they were.

   "Mmmm..  not bad.  Could use some mayo...  but not bad.  Come here."
Adam said, beckoning me over.

   "Here we go again." I thought.  But another round of sex was not what
Adam had in mind.  He had me kneel on the floor in front of them.  I felt
like the proverbial condemned man in front of the firing squad.

   "Alright, here's the deal." Adam said, wiping his hands on his shorts.
"We've talked about it, and we'd like to make you an offer.  But first,
some ground rules.  First, as we told you, we WILL be fucking you all week,
Laurie.  If you think that's going to change....  Well, it just isn't. 
Second, all week long you will be totally naked.  Don't even try to cover
up.  You've got a kick-ass body, and we want to see it."

   "These are terms of a deal?" I thought to myself.  "They sound more like
a dictators rules."

   "Now, how we fuck you is entirely up to you.  We can hold you down and
fuck you, that's fine with us.  Or you could cooperate and maybe enjoy it a
bit.  It's up to you, but you are getting fucked a lot either way.  If you
don't fight us, don't try and get away, and do what we say, we promise not
to fuck you up the ass.  If you make things difficult for us..  well, Erik
here would just LOVE to hear you scream as he destroys your poop chute."
Erik was grinning wildly at that comment.

   "So...  what's it going to be.  Do you want it the easy way, or the hard
way?"

   "What the hell kind of a choice is this?" I thought.  Can I really
submit myself to these assholes?  Do I really have a choice?  There were
three of them, and only one of me.  I didn't doubt the threat, were I to
resist, they would happily do to my ass what they had already done to my
pussy.  The pain would be excruciating.  I didn't have to experience it to
know it.

   I looked from face to face, hoping for a reprieve.  Cold eyes looked
back at me.  I answered the only way I could, the way they knew I would. 
Looking at their feet I just nodded and said "Ok.  I won't fight."

   "Good!  Now come over here, slut!" Bryan said, motioning in front of
him. He had fished his cock out of his pants and it was standing up
proudly. Once I was in front of him, he pushed me to my knees and waved his
organ in front of me.

   "I feel like a blow-job, Laurie.  Get to it."

   I had never given a blow-job before.  But I was worried if I took too
long to respond, or messed it up, I would give them an excuse to rape my
ass.  So I quickly bent my face over Bryan's crotch and began to lick his
shaft.

   The taste of his dick wasn't terrible, I guess.  It certainly wouldn't
win as a Ben & Jerry's flavor, but it wasn't as putrid as I feared.  It was
kinda salty and tangy at the same time.  There was also a vanilla-ish
taste, of all things.



   So it made it a little easier when I took him into my mouth.

   Trying to remember the couple of porns I had watched, I began sucking on
Bryan's cock, running my tongue against the underside.  The salty-tangy
taste was stronger now, the vanilla almost gone.

   I guess I must have been doing something right, because Bryan quickly
began to pant and moan as I continued this lewd act in my families living
room.

   Bryan wound his fingers in my red hair and held me against him as he
groaned a final time, then all the tangy-salt flavor flooded my mouth as
his cock throbbed between my lips and I suddenly was swallowing his jizz,
or else I would have drowned in it.

   Not surprising, after Bryan released me and I gasped for air, Erik and
Adam decided a blow-job sounded good too.

   So I sucked off Erik, noticing the same vanilla taste along with a
slightly different salt-tang.

   Adam, on the other hand, I had trouble with.  Sure, same vanilla, but a
horrible toxic-sludge like taste along with it.

   It was then that I realized, with a little pride I guess, that the
vanilla was me.  All three had been inside me, and their cocks had been
shiny with my pussy juices.

   Eventually the blow-jobs were over, as I finally chocked down Adam's
cum.

   But the blow-jobs apparently were the signal for round two, as I was
then lead upstairs to my bedroom, where all the boys proceeded to take
turns getting on top of me and riding me until they each exploded inside my
pussy for the second time that day.  When the last boy was finished, the
first was ready to go again.

   So it went in a circle, over and over and over as they spermed my depths
until I was a gooey mess down there.

   After what I think was the fifth round, they allowed me to clean myself
up and take a shower.  God that felt better!  Of course one of them had to
watch me, to make sure I didn't swipe a razor I guess to harm either myself
or one of them.

   I didn't care.  I was able to stand in the shower and let their sperm
run out of me, then wash myself down there.  Whew!  So I didn't feel like a
cream-filled dough nut anymore.

   When I came back downstairs I saw that the boys had fired up Gabe's PS3
and were playing some kind of shooter.  They told me to have a seat, they
were waiting for a pizza.

   Pizza?  I looked at the clock on the mantle.  A couple hours had passed
since our sandwiches, and I discovered I was actually pretty hungry.

   "Ok.  This is weird." I thought.  "Here was are, hanging out, like
nothing happened, waiting for a pizza to be delivered."



   They weren't abusing me at the moment.  They were kind of ignoring me,
actually.  How can they seem to just flip a switch?  One moment they are
this gang of rapists, the next they are acting like normal teenagers.



   Well, whatever the reason, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the
mouth.  Truth be told, I was dead tired.  I was physically and emotionally
drained.  I closed my eyes, trying to rest, letting the sounds of aliens
being massacred lull me away.

   I awoke with a start at the sound of the doorbell.  It took me a moment
to sort stuff out.  Why was I naked?  Who was at the door?  Then, in a
flood, it all came back to me.  It was like being raped all over again.

   I heard Erik at the door, talking to the delivery driver.  There was a
brief conversation and a nervous laugh.  Then Erik came into the room,
holding two large pizza boxes.  Behind him was the delivery driver.  I
quickly grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and covered myself
with it.

   "Laurie, this is Simon.  He's 23 and the one who brought us this
delicious feast.  We seem to be having a problem.  We were able to pool our
money for the pizzas, but we didn't have enough for a decent tip for the
man.  I've arranged a little trade to square things up."

   Meanwhile, as Erik was talking, Simon was eying me up and down.  I began
to get very nervous.

   "Laurie, you're gonna be Simon's tip.  He got us these pizzas in good
time, so make sure to show him one too."

   I was frozen.  Surely our arrangement didn't extend to them pimping me
out, did it!?

   Simon came over leisurely and slowly pulled the blanket off me, exposing
my nakedness.

   "Mmmmm...  sexy.  How old did you say she is?"

   "Fifteen.  She was a virgin this morning."

   "Mmmmm...  it's been a long time since I've had a fifteen year old....
Yeah, I think I like this tip, fellas.  I think I like it a lot." Simon
said, starting to undo his pants.

   I still couldn't believe this was happening.  Simon took me by the
shoulders and laid me down on the couch.  It wasn't rough, but it told me
all I needed to know.  He would allow no argument.

   Simon joined me on the couch, spreading my legs apart, then getting
between them.  I was shaking.

   I felt the head of his cock against my slot.  It was bigger, much
bigger, than the boys.  I had been fucking boys, now I was about to fuck a
man.

   "Oh god, I love how she's just looking up at me.  Like a deer in the
headlights!" laughed Simon, then he pushed against me.

   I tried not to make a sound.  I didn't want to give him the
satisfaction. But, as he worked his cock up inside my girlhood, I couldn't
help it.  I groaned as he stretched me wider than I had ever been so far. I
wasn't in pain, just really, really full.  An image of a stuffed
Thanksgiving turkey came into my mind, and I barely avoided laughing.

   Then Simon was fully hilted inside me.

   "Oh God!  This pussy!  Wow!" he said, as he started sawing in and out. I
knew what to expect and was prepared for it.  After today, I felt like an
expert in getting fucked.

   What I didn't account for was the tickle that had started to build
inside my tummy.  I wasn't expecting it, and it filled me with dread.

   "Oh, god..  no..  not this..  don't...please...  no" I thought.  I knew
this tickle.  It and I were long time friends.  Only it always visited late
at night under my covers, after everyone in the house was asleep.

   But it kept building as Simon thrust his thick dick into me over and
over again.

   I was almost hysterical.  "No, no, no...  don't let me do THAT...  no."

   "Uhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh!  Almost there!" Simon said in my ear.

   "Thank God, he's going to finish soon!  It won't happen!  I'd die of
embarrassment if he made me do it." I thought.

   But then, unexpectedly, Simon shifted his weight on top of me, and the
base of his cock was suddenly grinding against my clit.

   Lights blossomed behind my eyes, my stomach did a flip, and the universe
imploded then exploded.  I bit my bottom lip to stay silent.  I could feel
my muscles "down there" tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing.

   I became aware that the movement inside me had stopped.  Did he cum?  It
didn't feel like he had.  I looked up at the man on top of me, and he was
just smiling this big self-satisfied grin.

   "Hey guys!  Guess what?  Your little slut here just orgasmed on my
dick!"

   I heard the boys laugh and celebrate, knowing this was yet another
conquest of me.

   Then Simon began thrusting fast inside me again.  The tickle came back,
but I knew it wouldn't give me another before Simon had his.

   Oh yeah, oh yeah, mmmmm...  fuuuuuuuck..  yeah.....mmmm....  Uh...... 
guys..  mmm...  can I cum in her?"

   Adam responded "We have been.  Go ahead."

   "Mmmmm...  oh..oh...oh...  yeaaaah...  aaaand....  THERE GO..  MMMM...
MY BOYS!!!!" Simon arched his back as I felt his thick cock spring to life
and then the sensation of feeling each jet of his thick cum hit the back of
my pussy, bathing my cervix with the delivery man's sperm.

   He collapsed on me, making it hard to breathe as his weight compressed
my chest.  I felt him kiss my neck, then he climbed off me, pulling his
cock out of me.

   "Mmm...  now THAT...  mmmm.  Was some grade-A pussy!  Whew!" Simon
commented to the boys as he tucked his cock away and did up his pants. 
"Call me anytime if you want to make another trade."

   "Thanks for the sweet time, Laurie.  I'm glad you enjoyed yourself too."
He chuckled, planting a kiss on my lips, then walking out of the room.

   After being allowed to clean up, I had three slices of pizza.  It really
tasted amazing, maybe because it was the first thing I had eaten all day.
Or maybe because the boys and Simon had worked up an appetite inside me.

   Each of the boys fucked me one last time that night (I didn't orgasm
again, thank God), then Eric and Adam went home for the evening.  Bryan was
assigned to sleep with me in my bed and keep me from doing anything stupid
overnight.

   It was weird to have another person in my bed with me, especially when
we were both naked (Bryan decided he wanted to feel skin on skin).  We
eventually figured out how to both be comfortable, by spooning.  If anyone
saw us, they would have thought it was romantic, his arms holding me close,
while my butt was pressed back against him.  We fell asleep that way.

   And that's how my first day as a former virgin ended.

   ~~~ END PART THREE ~~~

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