Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had difficulty believing her legs were carrying her forward, belief as though her idea was simply a rider in a body that was acting of its own accordance. When Sam had ordered her to walk to the store just before dawn clad in nothing but her shoes and stockings and a collar she intended to refuse. Despite still being gagged with honcho tape and her own underwear, she had every opportunity to say no. But here she was, carefully picking her way across the street towards the park, struggling to balance in her heels with her radiocarpal joint bounds in front of her and the lingering effects of a decent total of wine.

Obviously, she felt exhibit and vulnerable. While it was still dark it wouldn't be for long. Even if she moved quickly the fund 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 observe any pre-dawn lurkers in the parking lot. This wasn't a bad expanse to dwell in, not a particularly approximate neighbourhood, but even if she wasn't stumbling around naked with slowly drying come smeared across her thorax and an extremely uncomfortable synthetic rubber plug up her ass she'd have been nervous about walking around in virtually darkness. As thing were at show, she was terrified. As she cut through the parkland sticking to one of the paths that crisscrossed through it that would take her to her destination, she furtively glanced around, not seeing or hearing anything. So far there were no preindication of life-time. She could hear automobile in the distance but so far no one had come down either of the streets that framed the parking lot, though it was inevitable her fortune would run out at some point, the foresighted she was out here.

Suddenly a rustling sound behind her made her turn around, letting out a galvanize but muffled scream and she tried to put up her men protectively, but with her wrists tapped together her mobility was thoroughly impeded. In her panicky movement she nearly fell and a pair of storng bridge player gripped her upper arms and steadied her, and it took a few s for her to realise it was Trevor. She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes as a miscellany of complex emotions bubbled inside her. Fear, relief, shame. For his part, Trevor just held her unbendable for a bit while she collected herself, then when she seemed composure he reached up and began to peel off her tape gag. Tegan held steady as he took one nook and gently eased it off, keeping her mouth pinched until the tape was off and he stuck it to the spine of his hand for guardianship. She spat out her deflower saliva-sodden panties and caught them in her hands, taking a deep breather. They stood silently for a minute as Tegan caught her breath.

"Thanks."She whispered, her voice cracking.

"No problem."Trevor said. Then after a break he continued :"Sam sent me to trace and hold back an eye on you, make sure you didn't get hurt on your walk. He didn't tell me to come take 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 task to complete. Trevor kept rate with her for a arcminute before breaking the silence 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 couple of age 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 game 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 girl. I didn't know that was you."

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

"He might."Trevor admitted. Tegan glanced sideways at him."I told him the story over a beer. Y'know, guy talk. That I beat up some small fry and this cunning girl was so thankful we hooked up right in the back room of the gym. Said she was a redheaded woodpecker and walking around with no underwear. He… might have got figured it out. Or suspected something. I guess that's why I got the poker game invite."

"Oh."Tegan said again, lapsing into quietness again. For some reason this walk in the park felt strangely intimate, in dividing line with the intimate olympics she'd been participating in. While she'd been becoming more bold in her sexual risky venture she wasn't really used to congenator strangers hanging out afterwards like they were on some kind of date.

"You must think I'm pretty make love up."Tegan said, fishing for reassurance.

"wellspring, a bit."Trevor faltered then course of study corrected when Tegan shot him a detriment face."In a practiced way, y'know ? I mean you were pretty forward that metre in the gym, tonight was pretty crazy. But I don't judge. I mean I did go along with it."

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

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

"Is that a unwashed occurrence for you ?"

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

"It's a bit belatedly to be asking isn't it ?"Tegan laughed, trying to keep on her voice down as they approached the other side of the park."Yes. Mostly."

"Mostly ?"

"It's variety 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 things considered it probably can't get much forged. 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 roomy I got fired. They were going to kick me out and line up a roommate that could pay their bills, so I offered an alternative : me."Tegan took a deep breath."It was kind of a fantasy of mine, so go a sexual plaything, to give myself over to someone to use freely. The big hurdle 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 mint was, they split my split and bills and expenses between them. In rally, they share the benefits equally. Any metre they want, as often as they want, any hole they want."She paused, trying to read Trevor's aspect. When he said nothing she continued.

"So that's how it was, at foremost. They'd visit me one at a clip, shtup, and go. We progressed to threesomes, and full on grouping sex, everyone together. What surprised me though was how bored I got. Not with the sex, but with living in worldwide, not having anything to keep busy. When the guy wire were at workplace or shoal or whatever, I had all this time to think, and it made me want more. I started letting them do early thing, outside the usual organization. The more they felt like they were doing degrading things to me, the more rouse and fulfilled I felt."

"And here we are."Trevor concluded, gesturing at her au naturel 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 play a trick on me into doing it on his terms but I refused. Then did it anyway. Because that's apparently who I am now. In some room I hate it. In former way of life I love it. Do you see ?"

"I think I get it."

"So here's the big question : how does that realize me appear to you, as a individual ?"

Trevor took some prison term 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 nice ? I was form of expecting you to be disgusted."

"Do you really wish what I think ?"

"sort of. To be fair 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 missy who walked around without any underwear and let a unknown fuck her in the second room of a gym."Tegan laughed."I can't imagine what you think of me now."

"Are you asking me out on a appointment ?"

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

"I'd have to retrieve about it."

Tegan glanced over to the memory as the market keeper flipped the star sign to open and took a thick breath.

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

"Do you cognise what Sam wrote on the short letter ?"

"No idea. I'm sure it'll become apparent."She nodded at the taping stuck to Trevor's handwriting."I probably need that."

Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her mouth, lining it up with the red brand on her fount that lingered from it being on for hr, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden pantie and Trevor delicately pinched them between thumb and forefinger. With another trench breather Tegan crossed the road and entered the store.



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A bell jingled as Tegan opened the room access and stumbled in. The storage was empty for now and the shop assistant did a double proceeds as she stumbled in unsteady on her cad 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 fear but also because he noticed a clustering of embarrassing fluids on her brass and breast. He was a short statured guy of vaguely asian appearance, and Tegan found it hard to pick his age. He could be eighteen or a well-preserved twenty five. She tilted her promontory back to try to draw his attention to the note of hand Sam had stuck into her apprehension. He very carefully reached for it and slipped it justify, unfolding it. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud in a soft voice.

"I need a transcript of today's report, please do not touch me.'Is this right ?"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 limit. The clerk took a copy of one of the fresh newspapers off the stack and thrust it in her bridge player, 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 champion I don't want to see you in here like this again. Don't involve me in your weird make out games."He turned away and returned behind the counter. Tegan was mollified. She'd gotten so accustomed to being a sex physical object that she didn't know quite how to react, but she definitely felt pangs of shame and revulsion that hit her harder than if he had just used her like every other man she'd encountered over the last couple of calendar month. With that she turned back and pushed through the threshold to choke back out onto the street, blinking back tears.

The sun was almost top of the apparent horizon now and the street was lit with an eerie orange tree glow. She could learn the distant traffic picking up in loudness as more people started their day, though it struck her that it was a Saturday - fewer people going to make for and getting up early. Of course she wasn't going to waste more than time attracting aid. After the salesclerk's reaction she wanted to be back inside more than ever. She hurredly cross the street just as a set of headlamp appeared further up. Joined by her escort, she crossed back through the car park, Trevor took his cue from her urgency and didn't barren time trying to nominate conversation. She hesitated at the early end of the park thinking she heard cable car approaching and concealed herself behind a hedge. Trevor took the opportunity to put her panties back in her back talk and re-cover her sass with the tape, then they made a time out for it as soon as the cars passed.

When they reached the straw man doorway Trevor pulled out Sam's tonality and unfold the door, letting her precede him inside where Sam was waiting alone. She didn't know where Jayden and mat were but assumed he'd sent them home. She handed him the paper.

"wellspring done, slut."As a good deal as she hated to admit it, the relatively form words were receive after the harsh admonition from the convenience store clerk and she felt a chill in her aching vagina. Trevor lingered awkwardly near the door and Sam called him over with a inclination of his head."Would you cave in me a hired hand ?"

Sam set the composition parenthesis and started to flake back the end of the tape binding her wrist together and unwind it from her. Trevor took the initiative of peeling the tape from her mouth for the 2d clock time and carefully removing the panties. Between them they made a appearance it it being more difficult than it really was. Once Sam had the tape removed from her radiocarpal joint, he took the mouth piece from Trevor and wadded them together, tossing them aside to deal with later. Tegan wet her sassing with her tongue and stretched jer jaw, Sam regarded her with a slight smile.

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

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

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

"We have an arrangement. She lives here for free, we use her mess. That's how it started. As she has made clear to me this evening, this isn't an single arrangement."

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

"I kind of guessed that there were only so many red-headed missy running around townspeople without any panties on, spreading their ramification at the pearl of a hat."

"In farness…"

"In fairness nothing. She's a slut."Tegan didn't resist as Sam slid hand between her legs and two fingers easily entered her. He withdrew them and exhibit them to Trevor, gluey with her juice."She knows it, there's no point dancing around the dot. She gives it away for room and instrument panel, she might as well give it away for saving her from being assaulted. So from now on I call her slovenly woman. She's destitute to call me whatever she wants in reply. I'm not playing whatever Fifty Shades of bullshit game that Angus is playing."He hooked his finger through the ring handing from the fornt of her collar."And she's free to hold wearing this neckband, as long as she thinks it suits 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 plug-in on the table here, my gens isn't Violet. It's Tegan."

"Well, it's been nice to conform to you Tegan."Trevor nodded. He didn't seem surprised or bothered that she'd given him a fake name."And I had a hell of a Night. But I'm also witting of the fact I have a class in a few time of day that I should probably try and be rested for."He put a handwriting on the threshold and cracked it open.

"Will I see you again ?"Tegan asked, alluding to their hush-hush discussion 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 work party 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."speechmaking of which. Do you mind if I take out this plug ? I'm honestly afraid it's going to do some hurt if I leave it in much longer, especially after walking around with it."

"That's supposed to be your permanent replacement. I inserted it at the request of Angus, who reminded me that you were on your final word of advice when he left last night, should you disregard to get into 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 worse for."Sam looked her over, noting that most of the marks he left had almost completely languish."For the record, 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 rule. But sure, do what you want."

"I might go admit charge of that in the bathroom, my vesica's about to burst and there's a touchy counterbalance 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 shoe collar's band."I also have to go."

"I… uh…"Tegan protested.

"However our arrangement began, slut, it has clearly changed, and I am not playing games or testing the weewee. I'm just doing, as you are complimentary to do also. You are unblock to discontinue 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 hear me ? It is that simple. You say no, and I stop. But this is the last time I will ask. Do you understand ?"

Tegan searched his centre and found only cold sincerity.

"I understand."She answered.

"Then get in the bath on your knees and unfold your mouth, slut."

Tegan complied, kneeling in the wide-cut tub and looked up at him. He already had his shaft out pointed at her, waiting. With some trepidation she opened her mouth. Almost immediately a hot stream of piss hit her in the face and she squeezed her middle shut as the sprayer ricocheted off her face before he tracked it into her backtalk. The acrid stream hit the spinal column of her throat, hotter and more forecful than semen typically did, with an unpleasant salty discernment and overpowering aroma. The air pressure alone made her gag but the tone 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 mind the mix of smells typically found in the alleyway behind a bar. The urine quickly filled her rima oris and overflowed, running down her chin and cascading onto her dresser, rinsing away the sticky residue of jizz as it carved a route down her belly to her crotch, saturating her pubic haircloth and running off her pussy back talk. Stray run and down the outer sides of her diminished 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 thorax, Sam managing to sequeeze out a couple more spurt before shaking off. Glaring up at him as he proceeded to undress, his urinate dripping off her Kuki-Chin, Tegan took a here and now to ease the stopper out of her ass. She managed to get her finger's breadth under the flare rim and get enough leverage to get the panoptic part past her blind drunk anatomical sphincter, then the rest of the lubed cone slid out and she let it fall into the bath, having no advance interest in it. She massaged her tender asshole, feeling the spongy muscles slowly shut as she clenched them, probing gently at the offend tissue as she let her own vesica go, joining Sam's puddle to slowly trickle down the drainpipe. Sam stepped into the bathroom with her and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her mouth to his cock. He was half hard but growing firmer by the second. She closed her lips around his putz and tried to will forth some saliva to make up her mouth easier for him to have it off, but was finding it tough after having it most recently rinsed out with his urine.

After a minute Sam seemed satisfied and pushed her, bending her over towards the waste pipe being forced to put her hands on the remnants of their combined waters to energise herself on all fours. Sam, seemingly inert to her plight, squatted over her and guided his dick directly to her aching slit. He grunted as he slid in and out and for her contribution Tegan was capable to revel feeling him slideway inside her despite her exhaustion. She doubted she was going to get, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, aright up until the point he pulled out of her and poking directly into her ship's boat, gaping anus.

Tegan let out a choked off scream as he drove his prick rich inside her. She had short remain lubricant and her own pussy juice were doing most of the oeuvre. Admittedly after being thoroughly broken in my Trevor and the new plug her ass had had no time to recover so she imagined it presented too tempting a aim, but none of this systematization helped her tone better about the fact he was ramming his turncock inside her burning asshole, his balls slapping against her pussy lips, and each time he thrust inside her she let out gentle squeals of discomfort, curling her toes as her knees slid on the wet bathtub airfoil and Sam held her by the collar to celebrate her from getting away.

After a few second he pulled out with a grunt and pulled her by the collar so she was kneeling again and pointed his cock at her brass. Expecting that he was ready to cum she opened her mouth in a well trained inborn reflex to let him fellate his load into it and was surprised when instead he shoved it inside. She let out a muffled grunt of protest and tried to drive against him but he gripped her mind and buried his cock to the hilt. Sam let out a loud satisfied groan and she felt his bollock tighten against her chin as his spunk pulsed directly down her throat. Tegan gagged, Thomas More as a psychological reply than anything else. Her ass had been so well used over the trend of the night that if it had a distinct taste she was unaware of it - all she was detecting was lube and semen and a muskiness that could easily be perspiration, or her own vaginal fluids. All the Lapp 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 force as she dry heaved a few times.

Sam, apparently indifferent to Tegan's situation, adjusted and turned on the shower. Tegan whimpered as the coldness water hit her back and she curled up on her slope as the water slowly warmed up. She sensed movement beside her and actualise Sam was sitting down alongside her, holding the detachable shower head, passing it back and forth over her to rinse her down feather. Using his free deal he gently coaxed her into a pose positioning and slid his legs either side of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the school principal in the lower socket, keeping the stream on them while he wrapped his branch around her waist from behind. Tegan hung limply against him, ineffective to say or do anything and not really wanting to.. Her thinker felt blank, as if she was unable to even compute out how she was feeling about the 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 shower down gel into his hands and built up a lather. She didn't resist as his men wnaders over her consistence, into each nook and crevice within his grasp. Once he was done with that he picked up the showerhead and thoroughly soaked her hair's-breadth, then took some shampoo and massaged a stew into her scalp before raking the suds through to the tips with his finger. He rinsed her pilus with the showerhead then repeated the process with conditioner. Eventually, as she was on the verge of sleep, he shut the piss off and started to ease out from under her.

As much as her tiredness made her want to just lie in the bathtub, Sam slid an arm under her slight underframe and hoisted her out of the tub to her feet, setting her gently on the bathmat. He held her steady as he took a impudent towel from the shelf and rubbed her down until she was mostly dry, then worked the towel through her hair, squeezing out and absorbing as much moisture as the towel could manage. Eventually satisfied that there was no more he could achieve, he led Tegan out of the bath and to her bedroom, easing her gently into her bed and pulling up the covers. She grasped the edge of the blanket gratefully and curled up into a ball on her side, her soften hair spread across her pillow like a coppery spiderweb. Her sleepy centre fluttered open.

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

"Good."Sam said simply.

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