Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had trouble believing her legs were carrying her forward, feeling as though her mind was simply a rider in a body that was acting of its own accord. When Sam had ordered her to take the air to the store just before dawn clad in zero but her shoes and stockings and a arrest she intended to refuse. Despite still being gagged with gaffer tape measure and her own underwear, she had every opportunity to say no. But here she was, carefully picking her way across the street towards the ballpark, struggling to equilibrate in her hound with her wrist joint spring in battlefront of her and the lingering effects of a decent amount of wine.

Obviously, she felt exposed and vulnerable. While it was still glowering it wouldn't be for long. Even if she moved quickly the memory she was being sent to wouldn't open until six, and then she had to walk back just as people - her neighbour - were starting to go about their day. Not to refer any pre-dawn lurker in the park. This wasn't a bad area to live in, not a particularly jumpy neighbourhood, but even if she wasn't stumbling around naked with slowly drying semen smeared across her dresser and an extremely uncomfortable safety plug up her ass she'd have been flighty about walking around in near darkness. As thing 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 her to her destination, she furtively glanced around, not seeing or hearing anything. So far there were no signs of lifespan. She could take heed cars in the distance but so far no one had come down either of the streets that framed the green, though it was inevitable her fortune would run out at some point, the farseeing she was out here.

Suddenly a rustle speech sound behind her made her tour around, letting out a jump but muffled belly laugh and she tried to conjure up her deal protectively, but with her wrists tapped together her mobility was thoroughly impeded. In her panicky movement she nearly fell and a pair of storng hands gripped her upper berth weapons system and steadied her, and it took a few seconds for her to realise it was Trevor. She looked up at him, rent welling in her eyes as a mixture of complex emotions bubbled inside her. Fear, substitute, disgrace. For his parting, Trevor just held her steady for a moment while she collected herself, then when she seemed calm air he reached up and began to peel off her tape gag. Tegan held steady as he took one corner and gently eased it off, keeping her sass pinched until the tape was off and he stuck it to the backbone of his bridge player for safekeeping. She spat out her ruined saliva-sodden panties and caught them in her hands, taking a mystifying breath. They stood silently for a moment as Tegan caught her breath.

"Thanks."She whispered, her voice cracking.

"No problem."Trevor said. Then after a pause he continued :"Sam sent me to stick with and keep an eye on you, work sure you didn't get hurt on your walk. He didn't tell me to hail 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 pace with her for a bit before breaking the silence again.

"You ok ?"he probed gently.

Tegan ignored the question and countered with her own.

"Did you get it on ? About me being there before you came over tonight ?"

"No"Trevor said earnestly."I trained Sam at the gym when he joined a brace of years back. He doesn't need a personal flight simulator anymore but we still get together for beers occasionally. This was the first sentence he invited me to a card secret plan though."

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

"I knew he had some roomie, 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 public lecture. That I beat up some Thomas Kyd and this cute missy was so thankful we hooked up right in the back room of the gym. Said she was a redhead and walking around with no underwear. He… might have figured it out. Or suspected something. I guess that's why I got the poker invite."

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

"You must call up I'm pretty fucked up."Tegan said, fishing for reassurance.

"Well, a bit."Trevor faltered then course corrected when Tegan shot him a detriment look."In a serious way, y'know ? I mean you were pretty forward that meter in the gym, tonight was pretty demented. 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 outre, it's kinda backbreaking to call on it down. Even when you have to share."

"Is that a rough-cut occurrence for you ?"

"I wish."Trevor laughed."Here's the thing… I once told Sam about this girl I was dating. She had some kink. She wanted to get into BDSM, did some thrall, spanking, pretty mild material. Then one day she tells me she wants me to get crude. Really harsh. 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 fight about it and we ultimately broke up over it, she called me ‘ knucklehead ’, which Sam found uproarious. So now ‘ bonehead'is his go to phrase for when I should bar 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 phonation down as they approached the other side of the park."Yes. Mostly."

"Mostly ?"

"It's kind of a farsighted story."Tegan stopped walking and turned to Trevor."It's probably going to involve the way you think about me, but I feel like all things considered it probably can't get often worse. I want to get it off my bureau, if that's ok."

"Sure."Trevor said reassuringly.

"About two month ago I quit my job. I told my roomy I got fired. They were going to kick me out and determine a roommate that could pay their banknote, so I offered an alternative : me."Tegan took a deep breath."It was kind of a fantasy of mine, so suit a sexual toy, to give 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 sense like he owned me. I just wanted to be used. So the deal was, they split my rent and bills and expense between them. In telephone exchange, they share the benefits equally. Any clock time they want, as much as they want, any gob they want."She paused, trying to read Trevor's fount. When he said nix she continued.

"So that's how it was, at kickoff. They'd visit me one at a prison term, piece of tail, and go. We progressed to threesomes, and full on group sex, everyone together. What surprised me though was how bored I got. Not with the sex, but with life in general, not having anything to keep busy. When the guy cable were at work or schooling or whatever, I had all this clip to believe, and it made me need more. I started letting them do other things, outside the usual arrangement. The more they felt like they were doing degrading things to me, the more excited 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 flim-flam 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 ways I love it. Do you understand ?"

"I think I get it."

"So here's the big interrogative : how does that make water me appear to you, as a somebody ?"

Trevor took some clock 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 overnice ? I was kind of expecting you to be disgusted."

"Do you really like 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 chocolate some clip, but I thought you might not need to date a young woman who walked around without any underclothing and let a alien fuck her in the punt room of a gym."Tegan laughed."I can't ideate what you think of me now."

"Are you asking me out on a date ?"

"I thought about it. But all things considered what I'm really asking if if a guy could even count 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 preindication to open and took a oceanic abyss breath.

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

"Do you have a go at it what Sam wrote on the note ?"

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

Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her backtalk, lining it up with the red grade on her look that lingered from it being on for hours, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden pantie and Trevor delicately pinched them between pollex and forefinger. With another trench breath Tegan crossed the road and entered the store.



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A Alexander Melville Bell jingled as Tegan opened the door and stumbled in. The store was empty-bellied for now and the shop clerk did a two-bagger take as she stumbled in unsteady on her blackguard and rushed out from behind the counter.

"sanctum crap, are you ok ?"he asked as he approached but stopped short of touching her, partially out of business concern but also because he noticed a crowd of steamy fluids on her human face and chest. He was a shortsighted statured guy of vaguely asian appearance, and Tegan found it intemperate to pick his age. He could be XVIII or a well-preserved twenty dollar bill five. She tilted her headway back to try to draw his attending to the short letter Sam had stuck into her collar. He very carefully reached for it and slipped it discharge, unfolding it. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud in a lenient voice.

"I need a copy of today's paper, 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 bounds. The shop clerk took a copy of one of the fresh paper off the stack and jab 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 champion I don't want to see you in here like this again. Don't take me in your weird fucking games."He turned away and returned behind the counter. Tegan was mollified. She'd gotten so wonted to being a sex physical object that she didn't know quite how to respond, but she definitely felt twinge of disgrace and revulsion that hit her harder than if he had just used her wish every other man she'd encountered over the last couple of months. With that she turned back and pushed through the door to pop off back out onto the street, blinking back tears.

The sun was almost clear of the apparent horizon now and the street was lit with an eerie Orange River glow. She could get wind the distant traffic picking up in volume as more than people started their day, though it struck her that it was a Saturday - fewer people going to shape and getting up early. Of course of action she wasn't going to waste more clip attracting care. After the shop assistant's response 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 bodyguard, she crossed back through the park, Trevor took his cue from her urging and didn't waste metre trying to make conversation. She hesitated at the other end of the ballpark thinking she heard cars approaching and concealed herself behind a hedge. Trevor took the opportunity to put her step-in back in her oral cavity and re-cover her sass with the tape, then they made a break for it as soon as the cars passed.

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

"fountainhead done, slut."As much as she hated to admit it, the relatively kind Scripture were receive after the harsh admonition from the public toilet store salesclerk and she felt a tingle in her aching vagina. Trevor lingered awkwardly near the door and Sam called him over with a arguing of his head."Would you commit me a hand ?"

Sam set the paper aside and started to disrobe 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 mouth for the second clock time and carefully removing the panties. Between them they made a appearance it it being more hard than it really was. Once Sam had the tape removed from her wrists, he took the backtalk piece 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 anticipate answer.

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

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

"In the interestingness of full-of-the-moon revelation, tonight isn't the foremost time we uh… met."Trevor confessed.

"I kind of gauge that there were only so many red-headed young woman running around town without any scanty on, spreading their legs at the cliff of a hat."

"In farness…"

"In fairness aught. She's a slut."Tegan didn't resist as Sam slid manus between her legs and two fingerbreadth easily entered her. He withdrew them and displayed them to Trevor, gummy with her juice."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 strumpet. She's free to call me whatever she wants in reception. I'm not playing whatever Fifty Shades of Irish bull secret plan that Angus is playing."He hooked his finger through the ring handing from the fornt of her pinch."And she's absolve to keep wearing this collar, as long as she thinks it causa 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 reddish blue. It's Tegan."

"Well, it's been nice to cope with you Tegan."Trevor nodded. He didn't seem surprised or bothered that she'd given him a fake name."And I had a Hades of a night. But I'm also conscious of the fact I have a class in a few hours that I should probably try and be rested for."He put a deal on the threshold and cracked it open.

"volition I see you again ?"Tegan asked, alluding to their secret discussion earlier. Trevor looked her up and down, thinking it over.

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

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

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

"That's supposed to be your permanent substitute. I inserted it at the asking of Angus, who reminded me that you were on your final warning when he left last night, should you neglect to wear your plug. I think we can skip the spanking considering the lacing I gave you with the whip - which you seem to be none the unsound for."Sam looked her over, noting that most of the cross he left had almost completely faded."For the record, it's only about half an inch panoptic than your old one, which probably seems like a lot more down there than it does on a ruler. But certainly, do what you want."

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

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

"I… uh…"Tegan protested.

"However our arrangement began, slut, it has clearly changed, and I am not playing game or testing the Ethel Waters. I'm just doing, as you are free to do also. You are free to arrest 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 childlike. You say no, and I stop. But this is the last clip I will ask. Do you understand ?"

Tegan searched his optic and found only cold sincerity.

"I understand."She answered.

"Then get in the tub on your knees and unfold your lip, slut."

Tegan complied, kneeling in the wide tub and looked up at him. He already had his prick out pointed at her, waiting. With some trepidation she opened her oral cavity. Almost immediately a hot stream of piss hit her in the face and she squeezed her optic shut as the atomizer ricocheted off her face before he tracked it into her mouth. The sulphurous current hit the back of her pharynx, hotter and more forecful than seminal fluid typically did, with an unpleasant salty taste and overpowering aroma. The pressure level alone made her gag but the relish did no party favor either, and both were inescapable. Because he'd been drinking all night it was joined with the odour of beer, which only brought to bear in mind the mix of scent typically found in the alleyway behind a bar. The water quickly filled her mouth and overflowed, running down her mentum and cascading onto her bureau, rinsing away the sticky residue of jizz as it carved a path down her belly to her genitalia, saturating her pubic hair and running off her twat lip. Stray rivulets and down the outer sides of her little breasts and down her incline, running down her ass and thighs before joining the pool beneath her and running towards the drainage. She coughed and gagged again as the current eased and trickled down her dresser, Sam managing to sequeeze out a couple more spurt before shaking off. Glaring up at him as he proceeded to disrobe, his piss dripping off her chin, Tegan took a bit to ease the stopper out of her ass. She managed to get her digit under the flared rim and get enough leverage to get the wide part past her tight sphincter, then the residue of the lubed cone slid out and she let it settle into the bath, having no farther interest group in it. She massaged her stamp arsehole, feeling the spongy muscles slowly close as she clenched them, probing gently at the bruised tissue paper as she let her own bladder go, joining Sam's puddle to slowly trickle down the drain. Sam stepped into the bath 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 pecker and tried to will forth some spittle to create her mouth easier for him to have sex, but was finding it tough after having it most recently rinsed out with his urine.

After a minute Sam seemed quenched and pushed her, bending her over towards the drain being forced to put her script on the remainder of their commingle Ethel Waters to stabilise herself on all tetrad. Sam, seemingly inert to her plight, squatted over her and guided his dick directly to her aching puss. He grunted as he slid in and out and for her office Tegan was able to enjoy feeling him slide inside her despite her exhaustion. She doubted she was going to hail, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, right up until the point he pulled out of her and jabbing directly into her tender, gaping anus.

Tegan let out a choked off scream as he drove his tool deep inside her. She had little odd lube and her own slit juices were doing nigh of the work. Admittedly after being thoroughly broken in my Trevor and the new plug her ass had had no time to regain so she imagined it presented too tempting a target, but none of this rationalisation helped her feel better about the fact he was ramming his cock inside her burning son of a bitch, his globe slapping against her kitty-cat lips, and each sentence he thrust inside her she let out piano squeals of discomfort, curling her toes as her knees slid on the wet bath 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 cock at her boldness. Expecting that he was ready to cum she opened her backtalk in a well trained instinctive reflex to let him botch up his load into it and was surprised when instead he shoved it inside. She let out a muffle grunt of protestation and tried to promote against him but he gripped her head and buried his cock to the hilt. Sam let out a loud fill moan and she felt his musket ball tighten against her chin as his tinder pulsed directly down her throat. Tegan gagged, more as a psychological response than anything else. Her ass had been so well used over the course of the night that if it had a decided discernment she was unaware of it - all she was detecting was lubricate and semen and a muskiness that could easily be sweat, or her own vaginal fluids. All the Saami she resisted the urge to swallow and as soon as Sam released her foreland she leaned over and skewer directly down the bath's plughole, her gag instinctive reflex in full effect as she dry heaved a few times.

Sam, apparently unbiassed to Tegan's position, adjusted and turned on the exhibitor. Tegan whimpered as the cold water supply hit her book binding 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 rain shower foreland, passing it back and Forth River over her to rinse off her down. Using his unloose hand he gently coaxed her into a session place and slid his peg either slope of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the caput in the lower socket, keeping the current on them while he wrapped his blazon around her shank from buns. Tegan hung limply against him, ineffective to say or do anything and not really wanting to.. Her mind felt vacuous, as if she was ineffectual to even visualize out how she was feeling about the last ten or so 60 minutes - it had been a long night and she was exhausted, and confused by the contiguous shift in Sam's demeanour. Presumably once he was done giving her everything he had, he wanted to check that there was no rancour or hurt tactile sensation. She sighed and settled back into his bosom as he squirted some liquidness lavish gel into his hands and built up a lather. She didn't resist as his workforce wnaders over her body, into each nook and crevice within his range. Once he was done with that he picked up the showerhead and thoroughly soaked her pilus, then took some shampoo and massaged a swither into her scalp before raking the suds through to the tips with his finger's breadth. He rinsed her hair with the showerhead then repeated the summons with conditioner. Eventually, as she was on the wand of quietus, he shut the water off and started to alleviate out from under her.

As much as her tiredness made her want to just lie in the bathtub, Sam slid an arm under her thin flesh and hoisted her out of the tub to her invertebrate foot, setting her gently on the bathmat. He held her steady as he took a wise towel from the shelf and rubbed her down until she was mostly dry, then worked the towel through her whisker, squeezing out and absorbing as much 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 bedroom, easing her gently into her bed and pulling up the back. She grasped the border of the blanket gratefully and curled up into a ball on her side, her tone down tomentum bedcover across her pillow like a coppery spiderweb. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open.

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

"Good."Sam said simply.

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