{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"7395f530-23aa-4771-86b5-2b27cf03430c","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-09-10T03:21:50.349Z","title":"The Worst Night Of Her Life","slug":"the-worst-night-of-her-life","shortId":"SdiNChVu","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Sophia finds herself at the mercy of three sadistic youths.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"5fa7bd12-2ce1-4003-b081-748691a66823","title":null,"summary":"The worst night of Sophia's life began with pizza. It wasn't supposed to; she'd promised herse","wordCount":7338,"readTime":37,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The worst night of Sophia's life began with pizza. It wasn't supposed to; she'd promised herself that tonight she'd cook a proper dinner for a change. But by the time she got home from the office at six, it just felt like too much work. So instead, she'd ordered a pizza and then flopped down in her comfiest chair to relax for a minute. The house was in dire need of cleaning, had been in dire need for weeks, and she'd also promised herself that tonight was the night she'd start cleaning. She just needed a minute to recharge.

But by seven, she'd only risen from the seat once, to answer the door, and was now munching her third slice of pizza while working through her Netflix backlog. She felt a stab of guilt every time she glanced at the time, but it was a familiar pain. She'd get to cleaning the house tomorrow, she told herself. Definitely. Just like she'd told herself yesterday.

Sophia could remember a time not that long ago, when she'd been much more active. She used to come home from work bursting with pent up energy, eager to make the most of her night. It had been so easy and fun to do things. But that had been while Jeremy was around.

Jeremy was... he was great, at first. Charming, handsome, energetic. For two wonderful years he'd been by her side whenever possible. They were both outgoing athletic people, and their dates were more likely to involve hiking or rock climbing than bars or movies. Their relationship had been an exciting thrill ride, and she'd wanted it to never stop.

But gradually, the darker parts of him began to show. He could be a jealous man, and he had a quick temper that occasionally exploded into violence. The first time he'd struck her, they'd both been shocked by it, and he'd apologized for hours afterward, swearing over and over that he'd never do it again.

But he had. And every time he was so very sorry, but the blame was never entirely his. He was ashamed of how he'd acted, but she shouldn't have been talking to another man so pleasantly. He felt terrible, but she should've known better than to argue with him after he'd had a few drinks. And so on.

And the time had finally come when Sophia had to look in the mirror, at the black eye and the bruises that were always somehow her own fault, and admit that her relationship with Jeremy needed to end. That hadn't made him happy, not one bit, and the night had ended with her so scared of him that she'd called the police to take him away, and filed for a restraining order in the morning.

After that, doing things, anything at all, had lost its appeal. Interacting with other people, going out to other places, working on personal projects, it all felt like too much bother. Nothing but pointless busywork. Easier to just go home and lose herself in TV and fast food.

Sophia turned off the television, frustrated and bored, and stared at her reflection in the black screen. These several months of inactivity had taken their toll. She wasn't overweight, not yet, but she was getting there. The athletic body she'd had since college had disappeared. No more thin, toned limbs, no more stomach abs.

For now, the weight gain didn't look too awful. In some respects, she was almost more attractive than ever, the hard angles of her body replaced with soft curves. Her chest had even filled out a bit thanks to the extra padding. But she knew those benefits were only temporary. A few more pounds, and the fluff on her arms and stomach would just be flab, and her tits would begin to sag.

Sophia told herself that she shouldn't let that happen. She didn't have to clean the house, but she should at least get out of her chair. Even just a little exercise would be a good first step. Go out for a walk, do some stretches, something. Anything.

Instead, she took a fourth slice of pizza.

It was half past eight. Nothing was left of the pizza anymore but crumbs and burnt cheese, and Sophia's eyelids were starting to feel heavy. There were still a few hours before her usual bedtime, but what was the point? Today had been just like yesterday, and the day before, and tomorrow would be no different. Might as well just sleep.

Sophia yawned and stood up, heading for the bathroom. Behind her came a soft click, and a draft of cool air went through the apartment. She turned in sleepy confusion to find the front door swinging open, and three strangers walking in.

All three were male, and looked a few years younger than Sophia, maybe early twenties, dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts. The first boy, shorter than the others with long, unkempt red hair and a nose ring, looked her up and down and whistled. “Shit,” he said, lips curving into a lazy grin, “we got a good one this time.”

Sophia backed away, eyes darting between the three intruders, hands raised as if to ward them off. Adrenaline had burned away the pleasant sleepiness, leaving nauseating fear in its place. “Y-you've got the wrong place,” she blurted. “Please leave before I call the police.”

The second youth ignored her as he turned to the first. “Think she's got anything worth stealing?” He looked like he weighed more than the other two combined, with a large beer gut that was only barely concealed by the dirty shirt he had on. His bare forearms were covered with ink from various tattoos.

“Who fucking cares?” growled the third, without ever taking his eyes off her. He was taller than the others, dark skinned, and stared at her with a look of intense hunger. “That's not why we're here.”

Sophia continued to put distance between them, heart thudding in her chest. Half of her was screaming to just turn around and run, but the other half was terrified of what might happen if she let them out of her sight. Her hands patted absently at her sides. Her phone. She needed her phone. “I-you need to leave, right now. I'll call the police, I swear to God I will.”

The redhead laughed. “Let's see you try it then. That's your phone right over there, yeah? Go for it.\" She saw it now, on the coffee table next to her chair, right on top of the empty pizza box. Sophia took a step towards it, but hesitated. She was much closer to it than he was, but it meant putting herself closer to the three of them.

The kid winked at her, enjoying her trepidation. “Better not miss your chance, sweetie, cause once I get my hands on you, your pussy's gonna get a workout.”

Sudden terror drove her scrambling towards towards the phone, but even as she picked it up, the intruder bounded forward and deftly slapped it out of her hand. She dove to the ground for it, pressing wildly at the screen, too panicked to even dial properly. Hands grabbed her arms and legs and she was hoisted into the air, and dumped facedown on top of the coffee table. She struggled in their grip, but the three of them together were far stronger than she was.

Her left arm was wrenched behind her back, then her right. She kicked and struggled, but couldn't break free as someone wrapped layer after layer of duct tape around her wrists, pinning them together. More tape was wound around her ankles, binding them to the legs of the coffee table. Adrenaline kept her struggling and twisting for several more seconds, but the reality of her situation finally pierced through her panic. She could no longer move or fight back; they had her.

Sophia started to sob in frustration at the realization that she was now a helpless prisoner in her own home. Her pants were yanked backwards, pulled down around her knees. Her panties quickly followed, leaving her bare ass exposed. Hands began to grope her cheeks, poking and prodding at her flesh. She yelped as someone pulled at her pussy lips, spreading them painfully far apart before taping them to her inner thighs.

“Please stop,” she blubbered, face soaked with tears. “Pleaaaasee.....”

\"Whoa whoa whoa!\" said the fat one sarcastically. \"Sorry guys, she told us to stop! Guess we'll have to turn around and leave!\"

They all laughed, mocking and cruel, and Sophia felt something hot and hard rub up and down her stretched slit. \"Aww, come on, let's give her a chance,\" said the red haired boy with fake sympathy. \"This is a democracy, right? Let's have a vote! Now, the lovely lady has voted for us to leave, but I'm voting to skewer her cunt. How about you, Tommy?\"

\"Pound that bitch hard!\" said the fat one.

\"Eddie?\"

\"Quit the fucking games, Josh,\" said the black kid impatiently. \"Just take your damn turn\".

“Sorry sweetie,\" said the redhead cheerfully. \"That's politics for ya!” The pressure on her pussy grew more intense, then blossomed into a deep, gut wrenching pain. Sophia howled as the invader's cock pushed deep into her, the boy wasting no time setting a hard, fast rhythm. Her bound legs twitched in response, her body trying futilely to close them and protect her groin.

“Oh, my lads!\" Josh said, chortling. \"We got a nice tight cunt here tonight! Hope I don't mess it up too bad for you guys to enjoy it!” He fucked her in quick, powerful strokes, hips banging against hers hard enough to redden the skin.

Sophia groaned in time with his movements, each thrust feeling like she was being stabbed. “P-p-p-please!” she panted, struggling to form the words. “I-I have money! I'll do any-anything! Just stop! Please stop!”

“Aww, now that's adorable,” said Josh affectionately. “But all the tea in China wouldn't get me out of this sweet cunt of yours. Not til I'm done.”

A hand grabbed a tangle of Sophia's hair, and her head was lifted up to face Eddie. His member was already swinging free right in front of her face, longer and thicker than any she'd ever seen. She closed her mouth tight and tried to turn her head away, but his grip was too strong. “Anything, right?” he said. “Here's your chance, bitch. Suck me dry before Josh finishes pounding you, or I'm next in there.”

“Hey!” complained Tommy, watching from the side. “No fucking fair, man! I thought we said I got to be next!”

“Shut up, fatass,” said Eddie. “You wanted to see if she has shit worth stealing, then go find out. You'll get your turn with her later.”

Grumbling, Tommy moved out of sight, but Sophia barely noticed, her attention caught between the rough fucking she was still receiving from behind, and the monster in front of her. She'd given blowjobs before, even enjoyed them a little, but never in any kind of circumstance like this, and never with a dick so huge. On the other hand, the thought of being raped with something like that...

She looked up into the boy's eyes, trying to find some spark of compassion there, but his glare was cold and unyielding. Whimpering, she opened her mouth, tongue poking out to slowly, slowly approach the waiting shaft. Eyes squeezed shut now, she prayed for some kind of intercession, but none came. Her tongue touched the hard hot flesh, and she tasted sweat and unwashed skin.

Gagging slightly at the awful taste, Sophia pulled back at first, then reluctantly returned. His shaft didn't taste any better the second time, but she forced herself to lick him once, then twice. She could feel him twitch against her tongue, feel the blood inside him pounding. She kept at it, trying not to think about what she was doing.

Once his whole shaft was wet with saliva, she nervously opened her mouth wider and wrapped her lips around the head of his dick. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on the massive slab of meat, willing him to just hurry up and cum already.

“What's the word, Eddie?” asked Josh. “I don't think I can hold out much longer. Our new girlfriend a good enough cocksucker?”

“Fuck no,” Eddie spat. “Bitch is hopeless. Just finish up so I can have my turn.”

“Come on, no need to get upset about that. Maybe she decided she'd rather have you in her pussy than her mouth. Or maybe the dirty little girl just wanted the chance to taste you first.\" He patted her head like she was a dog. \"Is that it?\"

There was a small pop as Sophia pulled her head back and off Eddie's cock. “I-I'm trying,” she stammered, her voice small and humiliated in her ears. “I... I am...”

“See, man? She's not trying to offend you, she just needs some help. You want to be a good cum guzzler for my boy Eddie, don't you sweetie?\"

Sophia nodded, face flushed, and licked him again. She could feel fresh hot tears running down her cheeks. “I... please don't hurt me! I want to do a good job...”

Eddie's grip in her hair tightened, and he pushed her head back, forcing her to look up him. Below, still in her field of vision, his dick bobbed, shining with her drool. “Say 'help me fuck my mouth on your dick, master'. Say it!”

Sophia swallowed, short of breath. “Help me... fuck-fuck my mouth on... your dick...... master.”

No sooner had she voiced the last word than he pulled her back towards him. She gurgled as his dick slammed into her mouth, poking the entrance to her throat. He immediately pushed her away until he was almost entirely out of her, then pulled her back in, again and again. Overwhelmed by the sudden assault, Sophia gagged and sputtered as Eddied fucked her head on his shaft, sometimes hitting just the right angle to pop into her throat for a terrifying moment.

Josh laughed at the sight of the rough face fuck. His hands were on her waist now, using the leverage to pound her even harder than before. Sophia's world became deprived of content, reduced to raw sensation. The tearing pain in her groin, the abrasion of her throat, the stiff cramping pain of her bound limbs, the bitter, salty taste of flesh and precum. Everything whirled together until she finally heard both boys groan above her.

She felt the hot liquid spreading inside her pussy, accompanied by a gush of sticky, foul tasting juice in her mouth. Her face twisted in reflexive disgust, and she tried to spit the semen out, but Eddie's other hand was on her chin, forcing her mouth to stay tight around him even as he softened. Josh continued to pump her slowly, not stopping until he was completely deflated.

“Swallow,” Eddie ordered. Too scared to argue, Sophia obeyed. His gooey seed caught in her throat, and it took several swallows before she could breathe properly. She panted, the taste still fresh in her mouth, all too aware of the other load of semen inside her. Some of it was oozing down her thighs, but most was still an unpleasant warmth in her abdomen. She tried to remember when her last period was.

“Now that was a good ride,” said Josh happily, slightly out of breath himself. He gave her right butt cheek a hard slap that made her wince. “Grade A pussy this time.”

“Finally,” Tommy muttered, coming back into to the room. The obese boy was holding her jewelry box, laptop, and purse in his hands, all of which he dumped unceremoniously to the floor. “My turn now, right?”

Josh gave him a thumbs up. “Go for it, tiger!”

“Wait,” Sophia pleaded as Tommy began eagerly stripping off his jeans and boxers, revealing his own stiff member. It wasn't as long as Eddie's had been, but it was thicker, covered in as much blubber as the rest of him. “I-I did what you wanted. I sucked his dick like you wanted!”

Josh rolled his eyes with a look of good natured amusement. “You're cute, baby, but not much in the way of brains, huh? You gave Eddie a nice blow, and now he's satisfied for a little while, but that doesn't mean my boy Tom Tom doesn't get a piece.”

Sophia opened her mouth to speak, to beg him for mercy, but the words were cut off by Tommy smashing his way into her, his fat prick spreading her far wider than Josh had managed. The sheer agony of it struck her so powerfully that she couldn't even scream, just lay there in stunned horror with her mouth gaping open.

Seeming unsurprised by her reaction, Josh stood silent for a minute, watching the brutal assault, then looked down at his own limp dick. “You know, I could really use a good cleaning. Got pussy juice and cum all over me. You up for a snack, sweetheart?”

Sophia's mouth worked, her eyes struggling to focus. “P-please...” she managed. “M-make... make him... stop... he... he's... killing me...”

Josh sighed. “Well, shit. How the fuck am I supposed to compare to that?”

“You could just let him finish,” commented Eddie. Still naked from the waist down, he was relaxing in her comfy chair.

“That's no fun, man. Come on, gimme a hand! I bet we can give her something else to think about.”

“You got something in mind?”

Josh wagged his dick at him. “It's been a few hours, right?”

Eddie sighed, but he was smiling. “Yeah, why not?” He got out of the chair and ambled over to join Josh at the front of the table. Sophia stared blankly past the both of them, not even listening. Her entire midsection felt as if it was on fire, her cunt being turned into hamburger one vicious stroke at a time.

She was in far too much pain to care when a pair of hands lifted her head, another forcing her mouth open, another pinching her nose shut. She didn't care when both of their dick heads, soft and slimy with cum, came to rest on her tongue. Nothing mattered but the way her body was slowly being ripped apart from the inside.

Then two hot, acrid streams of liquid spurted into her mouth. Completely unprepared, Sophia choked on them at first, and then, coughing, managed to swallow some. More continued to fill her mouth, and a dim part of her brain finally realized what was happening.

“See, see?” Josh told his friend eagerly. “Told you it'd get her attention!”

She tried to pull away, but the two boys kept her face firmly planted between them as they continued pissing down her throat. With her nose pinched shut, she couldn't breathe. She had no choice but to desperately, helplessly gulp down the urine as quickly as they gave it to her.

It felt like an eternity before the pair of streams slowed to a trick and then stopped. The boys continued holding her close to them, their dicks still wedged in her mouth.

“How's it going on that side, Tom Tom?” asked Josh.

The large punk looked up at him and grinned. “You were right! Fucking amazing cunt she's got.”

“Won't be much amazing about it now that you've had it,” grumbled Eddie. “Your bitches have about as much friction as a subway tunnel afterward.”

“Ain't my fault,” Tommy said, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “That when I fuck a girl, she stays fucked.” On the last thrust, he didn't pull back, just leaned into her with all his weight. Sophia was pinned to the coffee table, crushed so tightly she couldn't even breathe, as more semen began to fill her.

The table creaked under the strain, and then gave, sending both of them to the ground. Sophia tried to kick at her rapist using her freed legs, but she was still being flattened, and her heels struck him without any kind of leverage or power behind them.

Tommy sighed in satisfaction, clambering off of her. Sophia immediately started trying to crawl away towards the front door. With her arms still bound behind her, it was slow going, but her feet kicked at the ground with everything that adrenaline could give her.

She expected them to stop her, that at any moment hands would grab her legs and haul back for more, but nothing came, and she managed to shimmy right up to the front door. She struggled up to her feet and tried awkwardly to turn the knob. Her bound hands rubbed it ineffectually, and she resorted to dropping to her knees and trying to grip it in her teeth, with similar lack of success.

“That's enough playtime, bitch,” said Eddie behind her, his tone cold. “Now you're going to crawl back over here, get on your knees, and then suck my dick some more.”

Sophia turned to look at him, and her eyes widened in horror at the sight of his fully erect prick. Watching her bouncing, shimmying journey across the floor had made him hard again. She could see now that Josh was stiff again too, and even Tommy's dick was starting to regain some of its heft already. They were ready to rape her all over again.

“Please,” she tried. “You've all had your fun. I did everything you asked. Isn't that enough? Can't you please just let me go?”

Josh opened his mouth to make another quip, but Eddie held up a hand to silence him. “This ain't a discussion. Crawl. Kneel. Suck.”

Sophia turned back to the front door. She was so close to freedom! She threw herself bodily against the door, willing it to open.

Eddie's icy voice came again. “You keep me waiting any longer, bitch, I'm gonna start losing my patience.”

“Fuck you!” she screamed at him, shaking with fear and anger and pure exhaustion. “Just fucking leave! No more! Go away!” She threw herself at the door again. And again. And again. Until she was too tired to even do that, and just leaned against it, weeping tears of frustration.

There was a soft click, and the door swung open.

Caught completely unaware, Sophia lost her balance and started to fall over, but somebody was already there, catching her. Strong, familiar hands gripped her shoulders, helping her back up to her feet, and she looked up into the face of the last person she'd ever expected to see again.

“Jeremy.” she breathed, and almost let herself sink into his embrace before the terror seized her again, reminding her what was going on. “Oh god, we have to get out of here! Run!”

Instead of running, the blonde man gently pushed her back into the apartment. Sophia groaned as the door shut behind him. “Now exactly what the hell is going on here?” he asked, anger in his voice.

“They-they broke in! Raped me!” she said, the words tumbling out as she tried to speak as quickly as possible. She spun around in his grip to face the rest of the apartment, eyeing the three boys who still just stood in the center of the room. “We have to go! Now! Please Jeremy! They're dangerous!”

“The job,” Eddie said flatly. “This is what you paid for.”

Ice water ran through Sophia's spine. Job? She tried to squirm away from Jeremy, but he had one arm around her stomach, holding her close. She saw him raise the other to point a gun at the three boys. Where had he gotten a gun?!

Behind her, Jeremy's voice boomed with seething rage. She'd heard that rage before, usually just before getting new bruises. “You were hired to convince her to get back together with me. I never once told you to have sex with her!”

Josh held up his hands in a supplicating gesture. “Ease up, big man. We told you there would be physical abuse involved, and that we'd need extreme measures to get the kind of meek pet you were looking for. Plan was we rape her for a while, break her down a bit, and then after we're gone you show up and comfort her.” He sucked on his teeth. “Of course, now that you're here, that's kinda out the window...”

Sophia felt sick to her stomach as the men continued arguing around her. “You implied that you were just going to torture her or something!\" Jeremy yelled. \"You never said sex! I would've fucking told you to find a new plan if you'd said sex!”

“Why do you think we only charged you a few grand?” complained Tommy. “You thought we we're gonna break in here, risk our fucking necks, and not even get our ends wet?! And the fuck are you even doing here this early?! Even if we were doing whatever screwed up magic brainwashing torture bullshit you were picturing, we'd still all be fucked!”

“I wanted to make sure everything was going as planned! I was going to knock and make sure it was safe before I showed my face, and then I hear her pounding on the damn door. If a neighbor had come walking by and heard something, we'd all be fucked!”

“Let's all just calm down,” urged Josh. “We're all on the same side, yeah? Now look, I'm sorry that we had a misunderstanding about how this was all going to go down. That was our bad, and we'll do what we can to make up for it. You want torture? We'll give her torture, I promise. No charge.”

“What about her seeing his fucking face?” asked Eddie.

Josh waved the question away. “Who cares? We were gonna fuck her up til she couldn't think straight anyway. We mess with her enough, turn her into an obedient slave, and she'll do whatever you say. That sound good to you?”

Jeremy was silent for a second. “Alright,” he said begrudgingly, the anger slowly fading from his voice. “I guess that works. But no more fucking her, got it? She doesn't get to fuck anyone but me, ever!”

“Of course, man, of course,” Josh assured him. “We won't do a thing to her without your express approval, right? Now toss her over here so we can get started.”

Sophia was so furious and hurt and scared that she could barely see straight. “How could you?” she demanded, twisting in his grip to face him. “How...?”

Jeremy laughed. “You didn't really think you could just walk away, did you? That you could just tell me to get lost, after everything we've been through? You belong to me, Sophia, now and forever.” He gave her a push that sent her sprawling to the ground.

She glared up at him. “You... you fucking scumbag! You're worse than they are! I was never yours and I never will be, you psycho freak!”

Jeremy laughed and put the pistol back in his pocket. “Obedient slave, huh? You know, I think that's even better than the original plan. You had your chance to be my girlfriend. Hell, you would have been my wife. But not anymore. Now you'll be begging just to lick my fe-!”

A loud noise behind Sophia drowned out Jeremy's words. She watched in puzzled fascination as a red stain began to blossom on his shirt. He looked up, eyes wide, and then there was another loud noise, and a third, and two more blooms of red. He swayed for a long second, mouth opening as if to speak, and then he slowly toppled over.

“Hot damn, that took forever,” said Josh, tucking his own gun back into his waistband. “Tom Tom, clean up that body for us, yeah?\"

\"Why do I always gotta clean up the fucking bodies?\" complained Tommy. \"You shot him, you get rid of him!\"

\"What's this 'always', motherfucker?\" asked Eddie. \"I took care of that one mess of yours just last week.\"

\"So? I'm not asking you to do it. I'm saying this lazy shitbird should clean up after himself for once.\"

\"Well shit, Tom Tom,\" said Josh, \"why didn't you say something sooner? Next time some fuck head's got a gun on us, I'll just sit back and let my boy take point.\"

Sophia crawled over to Jeremy's body as the three argued. There was no real heat to their words. They were just having a friendly argument over who would handle the corpse laying in her home. The corpse of someone that she'd once expected to marry and grow old with.

She felt numb inside. Jeremy, the man she'd both loved and hated more than anyone else in the world, was gone. She inched closer to him. Death had taken away the anger in his expression. He looked like he once had, kind and innocent and loving.

Her knee brushed against something hard, and she looked down. His phone had fallen out of his pocket as he'd collapsed.

Sophia's heart pounded in her ears as she fought the urge to look back and see if the boys, still in the middle of their argument, had seen it. They could be watching her right now, just waiting to see if she'd go for it. But she had to try.

She nudged the phone with her leg, pushing it in front of her, then leaned down and awkwardly tried to turn it on with her teeth. From the corner of her eye she saw it light up, and let go.

A warning popped up on the display: only 1% battery power left.

Trying not to panic, she bent down to use her nose for the next part. She moved towards the Call button, then hesitated. They'd hear it ring, and know what she'd done. They didn't seem like the type to leave someone that could identify them alive. She nosed the Text button instead, and began entering 9-1-1. It was slow and frustrating, and she couldn't spare the time to see if she was even hitting the right numbers. She finished punching in the numbers, then jabbed the send button.

\"Message sent,\" confirmed the phone display, and an instant later the phone shut off.

Sophia stared at it. She'd done it. Help would arrive in just a few minutes. As long as it had gone to the right number... no. She couldn't let herself worry about that. She'd sent the text, and now this was all over. That's how it was going to be.

“Anyway, what do we do with the bitch?” asked Eddie. The boys seemed to have worked out their argument, and a still cursing Tommy was putting on some rubber gloves he'd gotten from under her sink.

“Shit, man, what don't we do with her?\" Josh said. \"More than sexy enough to keep around, I say. And I know you've got your eyes on her too.”

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, okay. If she's mine now, I got something I wanna do.” He grabbed her by the arm and hauled her away from the corpse and the phone and over to the couch, where he bent her over the side.

Sophia didn't bother struggling. It was going to hurt, but she'd already been raped twice. No point giving them a reason to hurt her now. More importantly, this bastard was going to get a real surprise in a minute. She stared at the front door, willing it to burst open. It was going to be so good.

She felt him spit on her backside, the warm spittle running down the crack of her ass. \"This is for the shitty blowjob.\" Eddie snarled. And then a deep, tearing pain, unlike anything she'd felt that night, ripped into her. All of her complacency and self satisfaction vanished in an instant, and she screamed.

Josh whistled. “Shit man, you got the whole snake in her ass in one go! That was fucking incredible!”

Sophia could feel her insides pulsing around the invader, her torn sphincter weakly trying to push it out. Eddie shifted, and she felt nearly a foot of dick sliding out of her, until only the head remained, gripped snugly by her anal ring. Warm liquid ran down her leg, and she dimly realized that she had pissed herself. Any second now, she told herself frantically. They'd be here any second now. They'd make him stop.

His dick slammed back into her bowels, every last inch in a single thrust, and stars exploded behind her eyes. She'd never imagined anything could hurt this much. He was killing her. Her vision swam as Eddie continued to pound her. His movements were slow, hampered by the tightness of her rectum, but each thrust loosened her a little further, made it easier for him to fuck her.

Where were they? Where were they?!

“I think she's headed off to la la land again,” Josh commented. He snapped his fingers under her nose. “Earth to sweetie, come in sweetie. You want this to stop?”

Sophia forced herself to focus. “Yes! Yes please! Whatever you want! Make it stop! Please!”

\"What if you offered to make up for that blowjob?\"

“Yes! Oh god! Please let me suck you!”

“Hear that?” Josh asked Eddie. “How can you refuse such a nice request?”

Eddie grunted, and reluctantly pulled completely out her, then sat on the couch near her head. His stiff dick waved in the air next to her. Sophia started for it, then the smell hit her, and she nearly choked. It smelled like... she realized, much to her disgust, that she could even see the brown streaks of shit all over him.

Help was on its way. She didn't have to do this. She didn't!

Her head snapped to the side as Eddie slapped her hard. \"Never keep your master waiting, fucktoy,\" he growled. \"Either start sucking now, or I ram this back up your ass.\" Sophia cringed, glancing at the door. It was supposed to be open. They were supposed to be here by now. But she had no choice. Steeling herself, she licked one of the cleaner looking spots. Even there she could taste something different than before, a raw bitter earthy taste that clung to her tongue.

Hands parted her ass cheeks, and she felt another dick sliding into her asshole. Josh was smaller than Eddie, and almost being gentle about it, but it was still so painful that tears welled up in her eyes. “Don't mind me,” he said cheerfully. “Just keeping this end warm for you.”

Sophia's head buzzed with agony, but Eddie was wagging his dick, and looking cross. She forced herself to lick him again, tasting more of her feces. A wave of nausea rolled through her. With a sensation of sinking dread, Sophia continued her task. Something she licked came off on her tongue and she retched.

Josh laughed at the noise, still slowly pumping away at her ass. Sophia barely stopped herself from throwing up, coughing. She looked up Eddie. “May I... may I clean you first, please... m-master? I.. I don't think I can do it like this.”

He slapped her again. \"You think you can fucking talk back to me now?\" He reached over and grabbed hold of both her nipples, twisting them hard enough to make her cry out in pain. \"Here's how your life works now, fucktoy. You're gonna suck my cock, and then I'm gonna fuck your ass, then you're gonna suck some more. Get used to the taste of your shit, bitch, cause you're gonna be licking it off our cocks every day for the rest of your life. Understand?\"

When she didn't answer immediately, he twisted her nipples even harder. She arched her back, gasping, half certain he was about to rip them off. \"Do. You. Fucking. Understand?\"

\"Yes master!\" she answered quickly. \"Yes! I understand!\"

He didn't ease up. \"You're gonna quit giving us lip, and be a good cock sucking, shit slurping fucktoy?\"

\"Yes master! Yes! Yes! I will! I promise!\"

Finally, blessedly, he let go and leaned back. \"Then back to work, fucktoy.\"

Shaking with fright, Sophia immediately resumed sucking his dick, anxious to avoid his wrath. She didn't bother sparing any more glances for the door. Nobody was coming. She knew that by now.

She focused her attention on the head of his dick, slathering it with her tongue. If she could clean that part off, maybe she could get away with sucking on it, avoiding the rest of the filth smeared all over the shaft. There was another taste there, in addition to everything else. Almost as bad, and somehow familiar. Why would it be familiar, she wondered. And then she realized that she was tasting dried urine.

That was the last straw. Bile rose up in her again, and she couldn't stop it this time. A torrent of half digested pizza spewed from her mouth, coating Eddie's crotch. Josh started laughing so hard he was nearly crying.

“Oh god... oh god...” she whispered. “I'm sorry... master, I'm so so sorry, I swear, I didn't mean to... I was trying my best, I promise, I...”

A hand seized the back of her neck, and pulled her towards the standing cock. It filled her mouth, and then pushed into her throat. In this position, it could go much further than when she was kneeling, and Eddie showed no intention of stopping. His dick already lubricated by her own bodily fluids, he sank into her throat until her face was pressed against his balls. Unable to move, unable to draw breath, she tasted both of them, his own sweat and cum and piss, her own blood and shit and bile.

She threw up again, more vomit drooling out of her mouth. Eddie didn't seem to notice or care. He bounced her head up and down like she was a rag doll. For several infinitely long minutes he used her throat as a fleshlight, until she was nearly unconscious from oxygen deprivation.

Sophia prayed that she would pass out, even if it meant never waking up again. But at the last moment, he pulled away, and she gasped, sucking in deep breaths of air. “Do you know why I stopped?” Eddie asked her, his voice flat and unforgiving.

“B...because I was going to pass out?”

He snorted. \"Bitches don't need to be awake to be fucked. I stopped because I've already fucked your mouth before. I don't want to cum in there again. I want to cum in your ass.” He laid down in front of the television, slicked cock pointing up.

Her eyes went wide. “But! No! I did everything you asked! Master! Master, please!”

She might as well have been pleading with Jeremy's corpse, because Eddie showed about as much reaction. \"Get out of that hole, and bring her over\" he ordered Josh.

\"Sure thing, my man,\" said the redhead. He pulled out and began hauling her towards his friend. Sophia struggled this time, now knowing what was coming, but she never had a chance.

She was tossed onto her back, on top of Eddie, her bound arms now trapped between them. He grabbed her hips and positioned her, his cock seeking out her asshole. Sophia groaned as it filled her up, traveling what felt like miles into her guts.

Josh's hands yanked her hair, pulling her head back to look upside down at him. His filthy cock rubbed up against her upturned face, leaving wet smears across her cheeks and lips. \"Open wide, sweetie,\" he urged. \"I've got a nice treat for you to suck on. Same shit, different cock.\"

\"Damn, you sons of a bitches are going at it again?!\" Tommy complained. He'd dragged the corpse somewhere out of sight, and then started spraying the bloodstains with disinfectant and scrubbing them away. \"I'm still at one!\"

\"Then take a break and join us,\" Josh said. \"Show the lady what being airtight feels like.\"

Tommy swore. \"And you left me her fucking pussy?! You fucks have already had all three holes, and I'm just going for round two in her cunt again?!\"

Josh laughed. \"Nobody's forcing ya, Tom Tom.\"

\"I didn't say I'm not gonna do it,\" grumbled the fat kid, already on his way over. \"I'm just saying you're a couple of jerks.\" He all but fell on Sophia, crushing her with his weight. His thick, bulbous cock pressed against her, and she prayed it wouldn't be able to make its way in. It had barely managed it before, and now with Eddie inside her, she would be even tighter.

Like the rest of the night, her prayers went unanswered.

Sophia howled as she was double stuffed, her insides forced to accommodate two massive pricks inside her. Her screams sounded for only a second before Josh was forcing his own cock down her throat, plugging her cries. Eddie began thrusting up from beneath her, grinding his crotch against her butt, and Tommy was chewing on her breasts as he rode her, his fat sweaty belly squishing up against her skin with every thrust. This wasn't their first foursome, and they soon fell into an easy rhythm.

Bound and aching and trapped between them, Sophia could do nothing but wait for this latest nightmare to end. Why was this happing to her? She'd never hurt anyone. She'd never been a bad person. She didn't deserve to be tied up and raped in every hole, right here in her own home.

And this was going to be her life now. They were going to take her back with them. No more office job. No more Netflix. No more quiet, boring days. She'd wasted so much time, so much time that could have been spent doing anything. Now all she had left was this, being raped and abused for the sadistic pleasure of a bunch of punks.

Sophia wept, and not from the pain or the humilation. She wept for her own foolishness, for her own laziness, for her own complacency. She'd wasted so much, and it would never come back.

There was a soft click.

\"Freeze! Hands in the air!\" someone barked, and suddenly there were uniformed men in her home, guns drawn. More people were shouting, and she could hear the sirens now.

It was a long time before Sophia was able to get to sleep that night.

At some point, a helpful officer explained their delay in arriving, looking somewhat apologetic. Text messages were much harder to triangulate than phone calls, he told her, and generally given lower priority. They might have shown up even later than they did, but once the phone's position had finally been identified, it had been flagged in their system. She'd put a restraining order out against Jeremy, and a text coming from his phone inside her home suggested he was violating it.

The last she saw of Josh, Tommy, and Eddie that night was the misery on their faces as they were put into the back of a cop car. She was hesitant to testify against them, and having to share her story in her court, but it never came to that. There were more than enough other charges to be brought against them, and the three of them never saw the outside of a prison again.

Several months later.

Sophia got home a little after eight. Part of that was the longer commute to her new place, but it was mostly thanks to stopping at the gym after work. She punched her code into the security system, then carefully locked the door behind her.

She felt... good. Not perfect, of course. There were the occasional nightmares, and she had a tendency to flinch around men. But good, and doing a little better every day. Being active helped. It had taken her a week to get discharged from the hospital, and she'd felt like she was going to be explode after being cooped up for so long.

Humming quietly, she opened the fridge and began picking out ingredients for dinner. Nothing too heavy, she decided. A jog before bed sounded nice, and she didn't want to be dragging around a full stomach.

Her newfound energy didn't come naturally. Work still sucked, the world still looked like it going to hell in a handbasket, and even months after the incident she was still sore in places. Part of her longed to just flop down and be lazy for the night. Just this one night, it said.

She chopped up some vegetables for stir fry instead. It was only a small voice in her head, and she had a much louder one in there now. One that told her what happened back then had been the worst night of her life. And now it was over, with nowhere to go but up, and all the rest of her life to look forward to.

Sophia wasn't going to waste a minute of it.

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