There were chuckles while I looked down and hoped the floor would swallow me up.
Sharon continued. “You’re all here to tear off a piece of Tanya.” (I gasped in shock at how she phrased that.) “But I’ve been asked to make things extra clear.” She paused for effect. “Punish her. Tanya is a slut and a whore, so use her like one. And don’t apologize when you’re done.”
Oh my good god. But she wasn’t through.
“Also, you may customize your experience. Tell her what you want her to do. Believe me, she won’t argue.” Sharon looked to Michael, who gave her a polite nod. “You can have your girls get you ready here or in private.”
Troy’s girl raised her hand shyly. “Um, I can help with that. I’d like to.”
Unbelievable. That mousy, quiet girl (I think her name was something mundane like ‘Melissa’) wanted to be a fluffer.
“Awesome”, said Sharon. Then she looked at me with calm evil. “OK gentleman. First some photos and then… have at her. Strip, bitch.”
It’s sooooo much worse taking that from another girl. Suddenly, I felt shy. Like I was undressing for my first boyfriend. Some of the guys stood and came closer, a few remained seated, but all were watching me expectantly. Their girls seemed both amused and horrified at the spectacle I was about to become. I was the “other”, and could clearly count on no sympathy from them.
I was shaking when I finally stood there naked, except for my frilly socks. Sharon ordered me to stand with my hands on my head and slowly turn around so they could see everything. I did that for a century or two until Sharon ordered me, in coarser language than necessary, to show everyone what they were going to get. That is, I had to spread my pussy open for viewing. Michael had to be behind that one, knowing it would trigger shame for me. I was made to do it sitting, then on knees and elbows, reaching under to spread myself. One of the girls chose this moment to giggle and point, and it was a knife in my heart. Nobody had to call me a whore out loud for me to feel like one in the moment. But there was still that small part inside that knew I was pleasing Michael. That’s the only way I could get through it.
Still acting as emcee, Sharon invited the guys to each come up and pose with me for a photo. I felt like a party favor. One by one they came up and groped me while cameras clicked. They didn’t ask, they just touched whatever parts of me they wanted as if they were entitled. Which I suppose they were. A few insisted I smile.
While that was happening, Melissa had set up shop in a corner. She stayed dressed, and someone had gotten her a cushion to kneel on. She had two guys standing in front of her with their cocks out and she alternated pleasuring them both. Her curly hair bounced as she bobbed her head on them. I was actually a little envious — that looked like fun. Troy had certainly loosened up lately, getting a girl like her.
Meanwhile, Geoff had stayed with me after taking his photo. He was grinding his cock into my ass while continuing to grope my small boobs like he owned me. My nipples were quite sore from earlier, and I think he noticed me wincing when he squeezed them. Naturally, he squeezed harder and I knew why. Last time he had visited I think he had been expecting play time, but nothing happened.
“That hurt?” he asked menacingly. I nodded. “Good, that makes me hard. And this time you’re going to do something about it.” Now louder, so the whole room could hear: “Get on your back and spread for me. Show us how you put out.”
Acutely aware that everyone was watching, I slowly laid back on the mattress, lifted my knees and presented myself for use. Geoff was still dressed, but his hard cock was out. He was ready and hadn’t needed the services of Melissa the fluffer. I twisted my head to look at the people watching. No one was going to help me. From between my legs Geoff gruffly ordered, “Put it in.”
Another sublime moment as I reached down to guide Geoff’s cock in — helping a man penetrate me in front of an audience. Dark Day, indeed. But again, I had literally asked for it. And Geoff was certainly giving it to me. Punishing me for not giving him any last time, not that it was my decision to make. He was rough and forceful from the start, and admonished me twice to be quiet when I cried out.
The room was silent at first, but soon they were offering Geoff encouragement.
“Go dude!”
“Make her take that!”
“Yeah, use that slut!” (One of the girls said that one)
Geoff pulled out, had me clean his cock with my mouth, then pushed me into doggy position. He made me face the group and look at them while he took me even more aggressively. I gritted my teeth, tried not to make a sound. I tried to bear it for Michael.
More hoots and comments from the spectators had me red with humiliation as I waited for Geoff to finish. Sharon reminded him to not let me orgasm, but he knew that and occasionally interrupted his rhythm so I couldn’t get in a groove and go over the edge. The worst part was making eye contact with those watching, especially the women.
Geoff reached the point of no return, stood up and quickly put his cock in my mouth. Sharon clapped and made me open my mouth to show everyone before letting me swallow. I felt like I had been put completely through the ringer, and that was just the first person.
Over the next couple of hours everyone got a turn, having been lovingly prepared by Melissa (somehow she seemed to come off as sweet and helpful while I did all the heavy lifting). Sharon made a point of having everyone say exactly what they wanted, and it was different each time. One wanted his girlfriend to hold me down while he had me. Another wanted me to talk dirty, loud enough to be heard by throughout the room. One of the girls orchestrated things for her boyfriend, and had me go down on her while he took his turn. That was a new form of degradation in my experience — I was being used by two people and felt it wasn’t even about me. Troy had his turn, and was much more confident about things than last time. Sharon, of course, made Eric’s experience wonderful for him, not so much for me, but details another time.
But none of that compared to what I saw while I was putting out for Derek. I was on knees and elbows again, letting him pound away at my abused pussy, when I realized I didn’t know where Michael was. I had become a bit tunnel-visioned, trying to keep myself calm during the ordeal. But now I looked around and saw him in the kitchen doorway. He and the cute redhead were standing close and gazing into each others’ eyes. A moment later he clocked my attention on them, gave me a smile and wink and leaned in to kiss her.
My head exploded. I saw colors, I felt rage and ultimate betrayal… and I was more aroused than ever before in my life. It upended my world, and I actually felt my brain being re-wired to this new reality in seconds. Michael paused to look at me again, smirked, went back to kissing Miss Redhead. I was desperate in love all over again, hot with jealousy and my pussy was flooded.