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The Hostel Shower Room [Part 2]

CW: rough CNC, mind break, double penetration, free use, corruption.

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I approached the door with a hesitant steps, my legs ached and my flesh felt tender. My mind hissed with self-rebuke: What am I doing? He just took advantage of me in the shower and ordered me to come to his room, why am I obeying? As I stood in front of the door my thighs stuck together, no matter how much I washed and scrubbed his cum kept dripping out of me, a glistening trail emerging from under the towel wrapped tightly around my waist. My shaking hand my raw instinct overturning all common sense as I knocked on the door.

Laughter and foreign voices clawed through the thin barrier, harsh and mocking. A loud creak punctuated the opening door as I saw his wet, blond hair come into view. He once again loomed over me, looking down with a mixture of satisfaction and cruel anticipation. I didn’t dare hold his gaze for long; it burned too much, instead I stared at his exposed waist, his hand reaching up to grasp my wrist with deceptively gentle grip and pull me past the threshold into the dimply lit room.

His heavy accent, deep and commanding, echoed through the silence; “Are you going to show my friends what a nice girl you are?” His hand travelled up to my chin, lifting it up to look into his piercing eyes. My gaze shifted around the room to his friends, lounging in their beds, predatory smirks paining their faces, as they exchanged glances and laughter. My face lit up with a searing blush of humiliation but at the same time I could feel my thighs slicken, not with his cum but with my own shameful eagerness.

“I want to be nice for you…” The confession slipped, muffled and soft, betraying my internal tumult. My heart pounded with a sick thrill and fear of whether I’d see the next morning. I wanted to experience new cultures and see new places, but not like this, or perhaps, exactly like this– fear, submission, a stark reminder of my helplessness?

Before I could collect my thoughts his gently hand on my chin shifted into a firm, disarming grip on my cheeks. He held me in place as he tore the towel off my body, presenting me to his friends. They all cheered as I scrambled to cover myself. However, this was futile.

Mirko swiftly moved behind me, his hot cock leaving imprints of warmth on my back as I fought against his grip, his hands groped and jiggled my breasts, pinching my nipples and eliciting loud whimpers from my tired lips.

His friends continued cheering in glee as he showed me off, “See? Great tits, right?” His hands traced down my waist to my hips, “And wait till you see her ass” He laughed as his hands gripped the soft flesh around my hips, wiggling my ass against him. I was nothing but a doll to them, a plaything to be discarded after. I hated them but fed on their attention, not daring to look at their faces, but filling with ecstasy at each gleeful cheer.

His hands shifted lower, cupping the skin under each thigh as I felt my stomach shift with movement, my toes left the floor as he lifted me up, spreading my legs apart, “You can use her pussy, but her ass is mine, got that?” His voice resonated loudly in my ear as his hot breath brushed my cheek. Struggling was useless; my elbows met the unyielding strength of his body. The laughter and agreement once again filled the room with a dreadful echo of my impending fate. I watched as one of his friends got up, dropping his boxers and stoking his cock as he approached me.

My resistance grew more desperate as he stroked his cock until it shined and throbbed in his hand. I scowled as I closed my eyes, awaiting the inevitable. I could feel the heat of his cock against my dripping pussy before I felt it’s touch. His tip rubbed cruel circles on my engorged clit, I tried to resist the flood of pleasure but it was futile a gasp left my lips.

“What a slut!” His voice dripped with mocking amusement, as his cock began slapping my clit, the sound wet and obscene, running it up and down, spreading the lips of my aching pussy. His friends encouraged him with laughter and amusement, punctuating the degradation. Mirko's grip dug into me, muscles straining - both mine and his. Despite my lingering sense of shame, I craved his friend's heat.

He pushed into me, his hand lifting my breast, His hand clawed at my breast, squeezing as my pussy enveloped him, each inch filling me. I felt the fullness spread through my belly, gripping him tightly as he pushed all the way inside, the base of his cock pressed against my wet pussy. I felt him groan into my mouth with his searing breath, scorching like a brand. I didn’t dare open my eyes and witness my own corruption.

“Come on, hurry up, I can’t hold her like this for ever!” Mirko barked, pushing me harder onto his friend’s length, I whimpered with potent humiliation and delirious ecstasy twisting inside of me.

His friend’s thrusts were desperate and deep, he wasn’t as big as Mirko but the pressure in my stomach was blinding. I wanted Mirko again.

His friend’s groans grew strained, his cock throbbed inside me, I felt a slight disappointment in how short a time lasted, his fevered breath signalled his satisfaction as I felt his cock pulse inside me, twitching pathetically as it spilled into me. I whimpered and moaned as I heard a slow drip onto the wooden floor. The slick drag of his cock withdrawing from me leaving me hollow.

Laughter and high-fives echoed at my expense. I was eager for the next round, my turmoil shifting as I felt elation in my submission to their will.

My stomach shifted again as I felt Mirko move. He staggered forward with loud steps as I opened my eyes to orient myself. We approached an old sofa in the dark recess of the room. My heart raced as he draped me over the cushioned armrest with my belly, the pressure of my body causing the remaining cum to ooze out of me and onto my clit as my legs dangled helplessly.

Mirko’s commanding voice sounded again; “Radek, get over here, your turn.” The man in the corner sprang up from his bed, hurrying over to the couch with a gleeful step.

A faint, barely audible “No.” left my lips, I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing the broke me. Mirko’s friend, Radek, knelt on the sofa in front of me, his cock was still soft but it’s size formidable. My lips parted slightly in preparation as I exhaled warm breaths onto his shaft.

“You’re going to have to make it hard yourself, I’m afraid.” Radek’s voice taunted me as he positioned himself closer. My hands reached out instinctively, cupping his balls and lifting his long cock to my lips, “Yes, sir.” I whispered, my words a reluctant admission of control. My lips wrapped around his cock, my tongue swirling with eager fervour. Behind me I felt Mirko, spread my legs and get between them, my toes curled as elation crept up my back.

“You have such a delicious looking asshole.” Mirko's voice crackled with anticipation. His warm hands sank into the flesh of my ass, parting me. The stretch of my skin, the vulnerability—it inflamed my senses.

As Radek’s cock swelled in my mouth, I felt Mirko’s cock tease my dripping pussy. The stretch was intense, filling every inch of me as pleasure fought to overpower the pain. Then, the sound of spit, followed by the warmth of his saliva landing on my ass. I knew what was coming, and every fibre of my being tensed in a blend of terror and excitement. I fought to relax my body. I needed him to break my final threshold and take everything from me.

The hollowness engulfed my tummy again, Mirko pulled out of my pussy, his slick cock gliding to my ass. Despite Radek's cock filling my throat, making me gag and struggle for breath, my mind was fixated on Mirko. His cock poised at my twitching entrance, his accented voice revealing my fate: “You’re all mine now.”

I gripped the sofa cushions tightly, nails biting into the fabric as he pressed his tip into me with a satisfying pop. The pain melded with pleasure, a fine line that made me want to scream and moan simultaneously. My jaw ached, my body aflame with sensation. I arched my hips to feel the rough fabric of the couch against my clit, my pussy offering a warm slickness.

His thrusts were relentless, a rhythm of fullness and emptiness driving me to the edge. Beneath me, the couch's fabric scraped deliciously against my clit, my body moving of its own will, a slave to the pleasure and humiliation.

A tight grip seized my waist as he thrust into me, fullness and hollowness in a rhythmic dance of pleasure and humiliation as I rubbed my pussy on the sofa like the slut I was becoming, it was a liberating feeling of submission.

Radek's cock throbbed in my throat, his breath becoming erratic. His words, a jumble of Polish curses, preceded the flood of warmth as he came. I swallowed in sync with his pulses, taking all he had to give. As he fell back, his cock slid out, leaving me gasping for air.

As I regained my senses, I peered back at Mirko, his body straining, slick with sweat as he fucked me. Each thrust deeper, as I felt more of his heat inside me, the potent pleasure of his violation and the pressure stirring my insides.

“Cum in my ass, please” The plea escaped my lips through gritted teeth as I teetered on the edge of sanity, my sensitive clit rubbing the sofa with fervour.

“Well, seems you’re not such a nice girl after all,” he groaned, each deep thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling through me, slamming against my ass. A moan escaping my lips as I arched my back. His thrusts deep and sloppy, emptying my mind completely. The deep powerful thrusts pushing my pussy against the sofa now, I was close, my belly convulsed, I was past the blinding precipice of please, I was cumming! I yelled and screamed with animalistic pleasure, tightening my ass around him as his cock pulsed so clearly inside, the warmth filling me so clearly, his seed now coating every hole I could offer.

I collapsed, my body almost lifeless apart from my panting breaths, his cock still inside me, I never wanted it out.

“Good girl, you’re free to go now” He laughed, “If you want…”

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