Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had difficultness believing her peg were carrying her forward, feel as though her mind was simply a passenger in a body that was acting of its own accord. When Sam had ordered her to walk to the store just before dawn clad in nothing but her shoes and stockings and a catch she intended to refuse. Despite still being gagged with gaffer tape and her own underclothing, she had every opportunity to say no. But here she was, carefully picking her way across the street towards the common, struggling to equilibrize in her heels with her wrist bound in front line of her and the footle effects of a decent sum of wine.

Obviously, she felt exposed and vulnerable. While it was still dark it wouldn't be for long. Even if she moved quickly the store she was being sent to wouldn't open until six, and then she had to walk back just as masses - her neighbours - were starting to go about their day. Not to mention any pre-dawn lurkers in the park. This wasn't a bad area to be in, not a particularly pugnacious locality, but even if she wasn't stumbling around naked with slowly drying semen smeared across her breast and an extremely uncomfortable rubber plug up her ass she'd have been nervous about walking around in dear darkness. As matter were at present, she was terrified. As she cut through the park sticking to one of the paths that crisscrossed through it that would take up her to her destination, she furtively glanced around, not seeing or hearing anything. So far there were no star sign of biography. She could hear cars in the distance but so far no one had come down either of the streets that framed the parking area, though it was inevitable her luck would run out at some percentage point, the longer she was out here.

Suddenly a whispering sound behind her made her bit around, letting out a startled but muffled scream and she tried to produce her hired man protectively, but with her wrists tapped together her mobility was thoroughly impeded. In her panicked movement she nearly fell and a pair of storng hands gripped her upper branch and steadied her, and it took a few indorsement for her to realise it was Trevor. She looked up at him, teardrop welling in her eyes as a salmagundi of complex emotions bubbled inside her. Fear, relief, shame. For his office, Trevor just held her calm for a minute while she collected herself, then when she seemed equanimity he reached up and began to peel off her tape gag. Tegan held steadily as he took one corner and gently eased it off, keeping her rim pinched until the tape was off and he stuck it to the spinal column of his hand for safekeeping. She spat out her destroy saliva-sodden pantie and caught them in her hands, taking a deeply breathing place. They stood silently for a minute as Tegan caught her breath.

"Thanks."She whispered, her vocalisation cracking.

"No problem."Trevor said. Then after a intermission he continued :"Sam sent me to come after and keep an eye on you, make for certain you didn't get hurt on your walk. He didn't enjoin me to come occupy your gag off but he didn't specifically say not to either."He shrugged.

"Oh."Was all Tegan could manage as she continued walking, concious that she still had a undertaking to complete. Trevor kept yard with her for a moment before breaking the secretiveness again.

"You ok ?"he probed gently.

Tegan ignored the question and countered with her own.

"Did you know ? About me being there before you came over tonight ?"

"No"Trevor said earnestly."I trained Sam at the gym when he joined a mates of yr back. He doesn't need a personal trainer anymore but we still get together for beers occasionally. This was the first time he invited me to a card plot though."

"So he didn't tell you I'd be there or anything like that ?"

"I knew he had some roommates, and one of them was a fille. I didn't know that was you."

"Ah."Tegan."So he doesn't know about that time ... at the gym ?"

"He might."Trevor admitted. Tegan glanced sideways at him."I told him the news report over a beer. Y'know, guy talk. That I beat up some minor and this cunning young lady was so grateful we hooked up right in the back room of the gym. Said she was a redhead and walking around with no underwear. He… might take in figured it out. Or suspected something. I guess that's why I got the fire hook invite."

"Oh."Tegan said again, lapsing into quietness again. For some understanding this walk in the park felt strangely intimate, in contrast with the intimate Olympiad she'd been participating in. While she'd been becoming more bold in her sexual adventures she wasn't really used to relative stranger hanging out afterwards like they were on some variety of date.

"You must cogitate I'm pretty eff up."Tegan said, fishing for reassurance.

"Well, a bit."Trevor faltered then course corrected when Tegan shot him a hurt look."In a good way, y'recognise ? I mean you were pretty forward that fourth dimension in the gym, tonight was pretty softheaded. But I don't evaluator. I mean I did go along with it."

"Why did you ?"Tegan asked."I don't mean value that in any judgey way, I'm genuinely asking."

"When a cute girl wants to get freaky, it's kinda hard to change state it down. Even when you have to share."

"Is that a green occurrence for you ?"

"I wish."Trevor laughed."Here's the thing… I once told Sam about this daughter I was dating. She had some twist. She wanted to get into BDSM, did some bondage, spanking, pretty mild stuff. Then one day she tells me she wants me to get rasping. Really raspy. Slapping, choking, maybe some nonconsent roleplay. I wasn't into it. discipline, I was into it, but I was afraid to do it. We had a fight about it and we ultimately broke up over it, she called me ‘ bonehead ’, which Sam found hilarious. So now ‘ dunderhead'is his go to formulate for when I should stop overthinking something and just go with it. That's how I knew it was consensual. It… it was right ?"

"It's a bit late to be asking isn't it ?"Tegan laughed, trying to stay fresh her interpreter down as they approached the early side of the park."Yes. Mostly."

"Mostly ?"

"It's sort of a long story."Tegan stopped walking and turned to Trevor."It's probably going to affect the way you think about me, but I feel like all affair considered it probably can't get very much tough. I want to get it off my chest, if that's ok."

"Sure."Trevor said reassuringly.

"About two months ago I quit my job. I told my roommates I got fired. They were going to kick me out and notice a roomie that could pay their banknote, so I offered an alternative : me."Tegan took a rich breathing place."It was kind of a fantasy of mine, so suit a sexual plaything, to collapse myself over to someone to use freely. The big vault was deciding to offer myself to all three guys instead of just one - but I didn't want any one guy to feel like he owned me. I just wanted to be used. So the deal was, they split my rent and bills and expenses between them. In exchange, they plowshare the benefit equally. Any clip they want, as often as they want, any gob they want."She paused, trying to read Trevor's fount. When he said nothing she continued.

"So that's how it was, at commencement. They'd visit me one at a clip, screwing, and go. We progressed to tercet, and full phase of the moon on group sex, everyone together. What surprised me though was how bored I got. Not with the sex, but with lifespan in universal, not having anything to keep interfering. When the guy were at employment or school or whatever, I had all this time to opine, and it made me need more. I started letting them do other things, outside the usual musical arrangement. The more they felt like they were doing degrading things to me, the more stir and fulfilled I felt."

"And here we are."Trevor concluded, gesturing at her naked body in the dim light.

"And here we are."Tegan agreed."Sam didn't know I was going to do that tonight. He tried to fob me into doing it on his terms but I refused. Then did it anyway. Because that's apparently who I am now. In some ways I hate it. In other room I love it. Do you understand ?"

"I think I get it."

"So here's the big interrogation : how does that wee-wee me seem to you, as a mortal ?"

Trevor took some time to think about it.

"I think you're doing what a lot of us would do, if we had the courage."

"Are you just saying that to be dainty ? I was kind of expecting you to be disgusted."

"Do you really care what I think ?"

"kind of. To be honest I was considering coming back to the gym and asking you if you wanted to get a coffee some time, but I thought you might not want to date a girl who walked around without any underwear and let a stranger fuck her in the cover room of a gym."Tegan laughed."I can't imagine what you think of me now."

"Are you asking me out on a engagement ?"

"I thought about it. But all things considered what I'm really asking if if a guy could even consider dating someone when they've seen them like this."

"I'd have to think about it."

Tegan glanced over to the store as the shopkeeper flipped the signboard to open and took a mysterious breath.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, probably."Tegan said.

"Do you know what Sam wrote on the tone ?"

"No idea. I'm sure it'll become apparent."She nodded at the tape recording stuck to Trevor's hired man."I probably need that."

Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her sass, lining it up with the red mark on her boldness that lingered from it being on for hr, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden scanty and Trevor delicately pinched them between thumb and index finger. With another mysterious breathing place Tegan crossed the road and entered the store.



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A campana jingled as Tegan opened the door and stumbled in. The shop was vacate for now and the clerk did a double take as she stumbled in unsteady on her dog and rushed out from behind the counter.

"Holy crap, are you ok ?"he asked as he approached but stopped short of touching her, partially out of concern but also because he noticed a bunch of muggy fluids on her grimace and chest. He was a short statured guy of vaguely asian appearance, and Tegan found it hard to plunk his age. He could be eighteen or a well-preserved twenty five. She tilted her question back to try to absorb his care to the bank note Sam had stuck into her collar. He very carefully reached for it and slipped it gratuitous, unfolding it. His eyebrow furrowed as he read it aloud in a soft voice.

"I need a copy of today's paper, please do not allude me.'Is this rightfulness ?"He queried her. Tegan just nodded, she was honestly surprised Sam didn't try to include anything else, considering how much she had confused the discussion around her bound. The clerk took a copy of one of the impertinent newspaper publisher off the stack and thrusting it in her hands, glancing through the window. She realised he could probably see Trevor across the street and assumed he was the one that sent her in here.

"Tell your protagonist I don't want to see you in here like this again. Don't involve me in your weird make love games."He turned away and returned behind the counter. Tegan was mollified. She'd gotten so accustomed to being a sex object that she didn't know quite how to oppose, but she definitely felt pang of pity and revulsion that hit her harder than if he had just used her ilk every other man she'd encountered over the last match of calendar month. With that she turned back and pushed through the door to exit back out onto the street, blinking back tears.

The sun was almost illuminate of the horizon now and the street was lit with an eerie orange freshness. She could hear the distant traffic picking up in volume as more mass started their day, though it struck her that it was a Saturday - fewer people going to forge and getting up early. Of course she wasn't going to ware More time attracting tending. After the salesclerk's reaction she wanted to be back inside more than ever. She hurredly cross the street just as a set of headlights appeared further up. Joined by her escort, she crossed back through the car park, Trevor took his cue from her urgency and didn't waste time trying to build conversation. She hesitated at the early end of the Park thinking she heard cars approaching and concealed herself behind a hedge. Trevor took the opportunity to put her panties back in her oral fissure and re-cover her sassing with the tape, then they made a prisonbreak for it as soon as the motorcar passed.

When they reached the breast door Trevor pulled out Sam's keys and open the door, letting her precede him inside where Sam was waiting alone. She didn't know where Jayden and lusterlessness were but assumed he'd sent them home. She handed him the paper.

"Well done, slut."As much as she hated to admit it, the relatively sort Son were welcome after the rough word of advice from the convenience shop clerk and she felt a quiver in her achy vagina. Trevor lingered awkwardly near the doorway and Sam called him over with a tilt of his headland."Would you give me a hand ?"

Sam set the paper digression and started to peel back the end of the tape binding her wrists together and unwind it from her. Trevor took the initiative of peeling the tape from her backtalk for the second time and carefully removing the scanty. Between them they made a show it it being more difficult than it really was. Once Sam had the magnetic tape removed from her wrists, he took the mouth small-arm from Trevor and wadded them together, tossing them aside to deal with later. Tegan wet her lips with her tongue and stretched jer jaw, Sam regarded her with a thin smile.

"Do you like your collar, slut ?"Sam queried.

"Yes Sir."Tegan said, assuming it was the await answer.

"Don't call me Sir, that's way too formal."Sam glanced at Trevor."Do you mind if I speak freely in straw man of him ?"Tegan shrugged, indicating her indifference and Sam continued, addressing Trevor.

"We have an organization. She lives here for relinquish, we use her kettle of fish. That's how it started. As she has made clear to me this evening, this isn't an scoop arrangement."

"In the interests of full revealing, tonight isn't the first time we uh… met."Trevor confessed.

"I kind of guessed that there were only so many red-headed girls running around townsfolk without any panty on, spreading their legs at the fall of a hat."

"In farness…"

"In equity nothing. She's a slut."Tegan didn't resist as Sam slid hand between her peg and two fingerbreadth easily entered her. He withdrew them and displayed them to Trevor, viscous with her succus."She knows it, there's no point dancing around the percentage point. She gives it away for room and board, she might as well give it away for saving her from being assaulted. So from now on I call her slut. She's free to address me whatever she wants in response. I'm not playing whatever Fifty shade of Bullshit biz that Aengus is playing."He hooked his finger through the ring handing from the fornt of her apprehension."And she's discharge to keep back wearing this collar, as long as she thinks it courting her."

"You're ok with this, violet ?"Trevor asked.

"He's right."Tegan looked down, embarassed to admit it but resolved that it was all true."And if we're putting all our cards on the table here, my name isn't Violet. It's Tegan."

"Well, it's been dainty to meet you Tegan."Trevor nodded. He didn't seem surprised or bothered that she'd given him a faker name."And I had a Inferno of a night. But I'm also conscious of the fact I have a class in a few hour that I should probably try and be rested for."He put a script on the room access and cracked it open.

"Will I see you again ?"Tegan asked, alluding to their hole-and-corner discourse earlier. Trevor looked her up and down, thinking it over.

"I'll text you her number."Sam interrupted. Tegan was grateful and suspected Trevor was too. Considering he'd just participated in gang banging her, she didn't think he'd offer an answer she wanted to hear. Trevor nodded and left, the door locking behind him.

"I think he likes you."Sam quipped as soon as he was positive Trevor was out of earshot.

"He liked being able to fit his giant cock up my ass."Tegan countered."Speaking of which. Do you mind if I take out this fireplug ? I'm honestly afraid it's going to do some damage if I leave it in lots longer, especially after walking around with it."

"That's supposed to be your lasting transposition. I inserted it at the postulation of Angus, who reminded me that you were on your final word of advice when he left last night, should you neglect to wear your plug. I think we can skip the spanking considering the thrashing I gave you with the whip - which you seem to be none the worsened for."Sam looked her over, noting that about of the marks he left had almost completely bleached."For the disk, it's only about half an inch wider than your old one, which probably seems like a lot more down there than it does on a ruler. But sure, do what you want."

"I might go take care of that in the bathroom, my vesica's about to abound and there's a delicate balance going on down there if you know what I mean."

"Funny you should say that."Sam said, pulling her to the toilet, his finger hooked into her collar's tintinnabulation."I also have to go."

"I… uh…"Tegan protested.

"However our placement began, loose woman, it has clearly changed, and I am not playing games or testing the waters. I'm just doing, as you are unblock to do also. You are free to hold on me - if you want. Otherwise, I am assuming standing consent for anything I do to you, until I hear you tell me ‘ no ’. Do you take heed me ? It is that simple. You say no, and I stop. But this is the end time I will ask. Do you understand ?"

Tegan searched his eyes and found only cold sincerity.

"I understand."She answered.

"Then get in the tub on your knees and afford your mouth, slut."

Tegan complied, kneeling in the wide tub and looked up at him. He already had his cock out pointed at her, waiting. With some trepidation she opened her mouth. Almost immediately a hot stream of water hit her in the case and she squeezed her optic shut as the nebulizer ricocheted off her face before he tracked it into her mouth. The blistering stream hit the back of her throat, hotter and more than forecful than semen typically did, with an unpleasant salty taste and overpowering aroma. The atmospheric pressure alone made her gag but the flavour did no favours either, and both were inescapable. Because he'd been drinking all night it was joined with the odour of beer, which only brought to listen the mix of feeling typically found in the alleyway behind a bar. The piddle quickly filled her mouth and overflowed, running down her chin and cascading onto her chest, rinsing away the gluey residue of jizz as it carved a way down her belly to her crotch, saturating her pubic hair and running off her puss brim. Stray rivulets and down the outer sides of her small white meat and down her sides, running down her ass and thighs before joining the pool beneath her and running towards the drain. She coughed and gagged again as the stream eased and trickled down her chest, Sam managing to sequeeze out a distich Thomas More spurts before shaking off. Glaring up at him as he proceeded to undress, his piss dripping off her chin, Tegan took a moment to ease the ballyhoo out of her ass. She managed to get her fingerbreadth under the erupt rim and get enough leverage to get the wide-cut part past her tight anatomical sphincter, then the quietus of the lube cone slid out and she let it fall into the bathroom, having no foster interest in it. She massaged her attendant asshole, feeling the spongy muscles slowly close as she clenched them, probing gently at the contuse tissue as she let her own vesica go, joining Sam's puddle to slowly dribble down the drain. Sam stepped into the tub with her and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her mouth to his stopcock. He was half difficult but growing firmer by the moment. She closed her lips around his dick and tried to will forth some saliva to make her backtalk easier for him to fuck, but was finding it tough after having it most recently rinsed out with his urine.

After a hour Sam seemed meet and pushed her, bending her over towards the drain being forced to put her hands on the remnants of their combined waters to brace herself on all fours. Sam, seemingly indifferent to her plight, squatted over her and guided his peter directly to her aching twat. He grunted as he slid in and out and for her part Tegan was able to enjoy feeling him slide inside her despite her exhaustion. She doubted she was going to get, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, right wing up until the power point he pulled out of her and squeeze directly into her legal tender, gaping anus.

Tegan let out a choked off riot as he drove his rooster deep inside her. She had little remain lubricator and her own snatch juices were doing to the highest degree of the body of work. Admittedly after being thoroughly broken in my Trevor and the new hoopla her ass had had no time to go back so she imagined it presented too tempting a quarry, but none of this systematisation helped her flavor better about the fact he was ramming his cock inside her burning asshole, his balls slapping against her snatch lips, and each time he thrust inside her she let out flabby squeals of irritation, curling her toes as her knees slid on the wet bathtub surface and Sam held her by the collar to keep her from getting away.

After a few minutes he pulled out with a oink and pulled her by the collar so she was kneeling again and pointed his shaft at her look. Expecting that he was prepare to cum she opened her mouth in a well trained reflex to let him waste his shipment into it and was surprised when instead he shoved it inside. She let out a muffled grunt of protest and tried to push against him but he gripped her head teacher and buried his cock to the hilt. Sam let out a trashy gratify groan and she felt his balls tighten against her chin as his spunk pulsed directly down her throat. Tegan gagged, more as a psychological response than anything else. Her ass had been so well used over the trend of the nighttime that if it had a distinct mouthful she was unaware of it - all she was detecting was lube and come and a muskiness that could easily be sweat, or her own vaginal fluids. All the same she resisted the urge to swallow and as soon as Sam released her head she leaned over and spat directly down the bath's plughole, her gag reflex in full upshot as she dry heaved a few times.

Sam, apparently so-so to Tegan's place, adjusted and turned on the exhibitor. Tegan whimpered as the cold weewee hit her back and she curled up on her side as the water slowly warmed up. She sensed movement beside her and realised Sam was sitting down alongside her, holding the detachable shower head, passing it back and forth over her to rinse her down. Using his liberate hand he gently coaxed her into a sit position and slid his legs either slope of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the head in the grim socket, keeping the current on them while he wrapped his arms around her waistline from behind. Tegan hung limply against him, unable to say or do anything and not really wanting to.. Her intellect felt blank, as if she was unable to even compute out how she was feeling about the shoemaker's last ten or so hours - it had been a long night and she was exhausted, and confused by the immediate shift in Sam's demeanour. Presumably once he was done giving her everything he had, he wanted to ensure that there was no rancor or hurt feelings. She sighed and settled back into his embrace as he squirted some liquid state shower bath gel into his hands and built up a lather. She didn't resist as his hands wnaders over her body, into each nook and crevice within his reach. Once he was done with that he picked up the showerhead and thoroughly soaked her tomentum, then took some shampoo and massaged a fret into her scalp before raking the suds through to the crown with his fingers. He rinsed her hair with the showerhead then repeated the appendage with conditioner. Eventually, as she was on the wand of sleep, he shut the water off and started to ease out from under her.

As much as her tiredness made her want to just lie in the bath, Sam slid an arm under her flimsy frame and hoisted her out of the tub to her feet, setting her gently on the bathmat. He held her stabilise as he took a fresh towel from the ledge and rubbed her down until she was mostly dry, then worked the towel through her whisker, squeezing out and absorbing as often wet as the towel could manage. Eventually satisfied that there was no more he could carry through, he led Tegan out of the bathroom and to her sleeping accommodation, easing her gently into her bed and pulling up the natural covering. She grasped the sharpness of the blanket gratefully and curled up into a ball on her side, her soften fuzz spread across her pillow like a coppery spiderweb. Her sleepy eye fluttered open.

"I'm ok."She reassured him, answering a question she assumed he might throw wanted to ask.

"Good."Sam said simply.

Tegan nodded her acknowledgment and then she was claimed by sleep .