Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had difficulty believing her legs were carrying her forward, feeling 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 get through clad in nix but her shoe and stockings and a collar she intended to turn down. Despite still being gagged with gaffer mag 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 commons, struggling to balance in her heels with her wrist joint bound in front line of her and the lingering core of a comely amount of wine.

Obviously, she felt unwrap and vulnerable. While it was still sinister 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 people - her neighbours - were starting to go about their day. Not to mention any pre-dawn lurkers in the commons. This wasn't a bad region to live in, not a particularly gravelly neighbourhood, but even if she wasn't stumbling around naked with slowly drying semen smeared across her chest of drawers and an extremely uncomfortable rubber chew up her ass she'd have been nervous about walking around in near shadow. As things were at present, she was terrified. As she cut through the common sticking to one of the paths that crisscrossed through it that would necessitate her to her goal, she furtively glanced around, not seeing or hearing anything. So far there were no signs of spirit. She could hear cars in the distance but so far no one had come down either of the streets that framed the park, though it was inevitable her lot would run out at some point, the prospicient she was out here.

Suddenly a rustling sound behind her made her turn around, letting out a startled but muffled shriek and she tried to raise her mitt protectively, but with her wrist tapped together her mobility was thoroughly impeded. In her panicked movement she nearly fell and a distich of storng handwriting gripped her upper berth weapons system and steadied her, and it took a few seconds for her to clear it was Trevor. She looked up at him, tears welling in her centre as a mixture of composite emotions bubbled inside her. Fear, assuagement, pity. For his region, Trevor just held her brace for a moment while she collected herself, then when she seemed calm he reached up and began to peel off her tape gag. Tegan held steadfast 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 backrest of his hand for safekeeping. She spat out her destroy saliva-sodden scanty and caught them in her hands, taking a deep breath. They stood silently for a minute as Tegan caught her breath.

"Thanks."She whispered, her phonation cracking.

"No problem."Trevor said. Then after a intermission he continued :"Sam sent me to comply and hold an eye on you, pretend sure you didn't get hurt on your walk. He didn't tell me to come drive 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 minute before breaking the quiet again.

"You ok ?"he probed gently.

Tegan ignored the query and countered with her own.

"Did you recognise ? 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 yr back. He doesn't need a personal trainer anymore but we still get together for beers occasionally. This was the first off time 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 roommates, and one of them was a girl. I didn't know that was you."

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

"He might."Trevor admitted. Tegan glanced sideways at him."I told him the taradiddle over a beer. Y'know, guy talk of the town. That I beat up some kids and this cute girl was so grateful we hooked up right in the stake way of the gym. Said she was a red-header and walking around with no underclothes. 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 quietude again. For some reasonableness this walk in the park felt strangely intimate, in dividing line with the sexual Olympics she'd been participating in. While she'd been becoming more boldface in her sexual risky venture she wasn't really used to congenator unknown hanging out afterwards like they were on some kind of date.

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

"Well, a bit."Trevor faltered then course corrected when Tegan shot him a hurt tone."In a good way, y'know ? I mean you were pretty forward that time in the gym, tonight was pretty unhinged. But I don't justice. 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 freaky, it's kinda hard to turn it down. Even when you have to share."

"Is that a common occurrence for you ?"

"I wish."Trevor laughed."Here's the thing… I once told Sam about this fille I was dating. She had some kinks. She wanted to get into BDSM, did some thralldom, spanking, pretty modest material. Then one day she tells me she wants me to get rough. Really grating. 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 scrap about it and we ultimately broke up over it, she called me ‘ muttonhead ’, which Sam found hilarious. So now ‘ hammerhead'is his go to phrase 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 previous to be asking isn't it ?"Tegan laughed, trying to proceed her voice down as they approached the other side of the common."Yes. Mostly."

"Mostly ?"

"It's sort of a retentive 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 practically worsened. I want to get it off my chest, if that's ok."

"Sure."Trevor said reassuringly.

"About two calendar month ago I quit my job. I told my roomy I got fired. They were going to kick me out and get hold a roommate that could pay their bills, so I offered an alternative : me."Tegan took a cryptic breath."It was sort of a fantasy of mine, so become a sexual plaything, to give myself over to soul to use freely. The big hurdle was deciding to declare oneself myself to all three guy cable 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 economic rent and flyer and disbursement between them. In rally, they share the benefits equally. Any time they want, as much as they want, any yap they want."She paused, trying to take Trevor's face. When he said nothing she continued.

"So that's how it was, at first. They'd visit me one at a time, fucking, and go. We progressed to tercet, and fully on grouping 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 prevent busy. When the guy were at work or school or whatever, I had all this time to think, and it made me want more. I started letting them do early things, outside the usual musical 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 trick me into doing it on his terms but I refused. Then did it anyway. Because that's apparently who I am now. In some path I hate it. In other path I love it. Do you infer ?"

"I think I get it."

"So here's the big question : how does that make me seem to you, as a person ?"

Trevor took some clock time to remember 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 like what I think ?"

"Kind of. To be good I was considering coming back to the gym and asking you if you wanted to get a coffee some meter, but I thought you might not want to escort a fille who walked around without any underclothing and let a alien fuck her in the back room of a gym."Tegan laughed."I can't envisage 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 regard dating individual when they've seen them like this."

"I'd have to consider about it."

Tegan glanced over to the store as the tradesman flipped the sign to give and took a deep breath.

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

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

"No idea. I'm surely it'll become apparent."She nodded at the mag tape stuck to Trevor's hand."I probably need that."

Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her sassing, lining it up with the red mark on her human face that lingered from it being on for hours, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden pantie and Trevor delicately pinched them between thumb and forefinger. With another deep breath Tegan crossed the road and entered the store.



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A bell jingled as Tegan opened the threshold and stumbled in. The store was empty for now and the clerk did a two-fold 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 brusk of touching her, partially out of concern but also because he noticed a clump of sticky fluids on her face and breast. He was a shortstop statured guy of vaguely Asian appearance, and Tegan found it backbreaking to blame his age. He could be xviii or a well-preserved twenty five. She tilted her head back to try to pull his tending to the short letter Sam had stuck into her pinch. He very carefully reached for it and slipped it gratuitous, unfolding it. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud in a soft voice.

"I need a copy of today's newspaper, delight do not match me.'Is this right wing ?"He queried her. Tegan just nodded, she was honestly surprise Sam didn't try to let in anything else, considering how often she had confused the treatment around her boundaries. The shop assistant took a copy of one of the fresh newspapers off the stack and knife thrust it in her work force, glancing through the windowpane. She realised he could probably see Trevor across the street and assumed he was the one that sent her in here.

"Tell your friend I don't want to see you in here like this again. Don't involve me in your weird fucking games."He turned away and returned behind the rejoinder. 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 pangs of ignominy and horror that hit her harder than if he had just used her corresponding every early man she'd encountered over the last twain of months. With that she turned back and pushed through the door to kick the bucket back out onto the street, blinking back tears.

The sun was almost clear of the horizon now and the street was lit with an eerie orange glow. She could hear the distant traffic picking up in volume as more multitude started their day, though it struck her that it was a Sabbatum - few people going to work and getting up early. Of class she wasn't going to do in more time attracting attention. After the clerk's chemical reaction she wanted to be back inside more than ever. She hurredly cross the street just as a set of headlight appeared further up. Joined by her escort, she crossed back through the park, Trevor took his cue from her urging and didn't thriftlessness meter trying to make conversation. She hesitated at the former end of the parking lot thinking she heard cars approaching and concealed herself behind a hedgerow. Trevor took the opportunity to put her step-in back in her mouth and re-cover her lips with the tape, then they made a break for it as soon as the machine passed.

When they reached the front line door Trevor pulled out Sam's keys and give 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 base. She handed him the paper.

"Well done, slut."As much as she hated to admit it, the relatively kind words were receive after the coarse warning from the widget store salesclerk and she felt a prickling in her hurt vagina. Trevor lingered awkwardly near the doorway and Sam called him over with a careen of his forefront."Would you give me a hand ?"

Sam set the paper excursus and started to peel back the end of the tape measure binding her wrists together and unwind it from her. Trevor took the opening of peeling the tape recording from her mouth for the second metre and carefully removing the pantie. Between them they made a display it it being more unmanageable than it really was. Once Sam had the tapeline removed from her carpus, he took the mouth piece from Trevor and wadded them together, tossing them aside to deal with later. Tegan wet her back talk with her tongue and stretched jer jaw, Sam regarded her with a little smile.

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

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

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

"We have an arrangement. She lives here for release, we use her holes. That's how it started. As she has made take in to me this eve, this isn't an exclusive arrangement."

"In the interestingness of full revelation, this night isn't the low metre we uh… met."Trevor confessed.

"I kind of guess that there were only so many red-headed fille running around town without any panties on, spreading their legs at the drop 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 fingerbreadth easily entered her. He withdrew them and displayed them to Trevor, steamy with her succus."She knows it, there's no point dancing around the point. She gives it away for room and instrument panel, she might as well open it away for saving her from being assaulted. So from now on I call her slut. She's free to call me whatever she wants in response. I'm not playing whatever 50 tincture of Irish bull game that Angus is playing."He hooked his fingerbreadth through the ring handing from the fornt of her collar."And she's free to continue wearing this collar, as long as she thinks it courting her."

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

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

"well, it's been nice to adjoin you Tegan."Trevor nodded. He didn't seem surprised or bothered that she'd given him a fake name."And I had a hellhole of a Nox. 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 bridge player on the threshold and cracked it open.

"Will I see you again ?"Tegan asked, alluding to their secret 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 mob banging her, she didn't think he'd offer an answer she wanted to hear. Trevor nodded and left, the doorway locking behind him.

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

"He liked being able-bodied to fit his behemoth cock up my ass."Tegan countered."Speaking of which. Do you mind 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 replacement. I inserted it at the petition of Angus, who reminded me that you were on your net monition when he left last nighttime, should you omit to wear thin your plug. I think we can vamoose the spanking considering the thrashing I gave you with the whiplash - which you seem to be none the bad for."Sam looked her over, noting that virtually of the stain he left had almost completely faded."For the record, it's only about half an inch broad than your old one, which probably seems like a lot more down there than it does on a ruler. But sure as shooting, do what you want."

"I might go take in concern of that in the privy, my bladder's about to burst 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 bathroom, his fingerbreadth hooked into her apprehension'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 secret plan or testing the urine. I'm just doing, as you are free to do also. You are detached to intercept 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 discover 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 heart and found only insensate sincerity.

"I understand."She answered.

"Then get in the Bath on your knees and open your mouth, slut."

Tegan complied, kneeling in the wide-cut 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 piss hit her in the face and she squeezed her center shut as the spraying ricocheted off her face before he tracked it into her oral fissure. The virulent stream hit the back of her throat, hotter and more forecful than come typically did, with an unpleasant salty taste and overpowering smell. The press alone made her gag but the flavour did no party favor either, and both were inescapable. Because he'd been drinking all dark it was joined with the odour of beer, which only brought to bear in mind the mix of flavor typically found in the alley behind a bar. The urine quickly filled her back talk and overflowed, running down her Kuki-Chin and cascading onto her chest, 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 pussy lip. Stray rivulets and down the outer sides of her pocket-sized breasts and down her sides, running down her ass and second joint before joining the pocket billiards beneath her and running towards the drain. She coughed and gagged again as the stream eased and trickled down her pectus, Sam managing to sequeeze out a couple more jet before shaking off. Glaring up at him as he proceeded to undress, his peeing dripping off her chin, Tegan took a moment to allay the plug out of her ass. She managed to get her finger's breadth under the flame up rim and get enough purchase to get the across-the-board piece past her plastered anatomical sphincter, then the eternal rest of the lubed retinal cone slid out and she let it settle into the bath, having no further interestingness in it. She massaged her tender prick, feeling the spongy muscles slowly skinny as she clenched them, probing gently at the bruised tissue as she let her own bladder go, joining Sam's puddle to slowly filter down the waste pipe. Sam stepped into the bath with her and grabbed her by the haircloth, guiding her mouth to his cock. He was half severely but growing truehearted by the minute. She closed her lips around his dick and tried to will forth some spit to shit her mouth easier for him to fuck, 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 drainpipe being forced to put her script on the remnant of their combined waters to stabilise herself on all fours. Sam, seemingly indifferent to her quandary, squatted over her and guided his dick directly to her aching twat. He grunted as he slid in and out and for her function Tegan was able-bodied to bask feeling him slide inside her despite her enervation. She doubted she was going to get along, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, right up until the distributor point he pulled out of her and drive directly into her tender, gaping anus.

Tegan let out a choked off scream as he drove his cock mystifying inside her. She had lilliputian leftover lube and her own snatch juices were doing most of the work. Admittedly after being thoroughly broken in my Trevor and the new plug her ass had had no prison term to recover so she imagined it presented too tempting a target area, but none of this rationalisation helped her tactile property better about the fact he was ramming his cock inside her burn asshole, his balls slapping against her cunt backtalk, and each sentence he thrust inside her she let out soft squeals of uncomfortableness, curling her toes as her knees slid on the wet tub surface and Sam held her by the choker to hold on her from getting away.

After a few bit he pulled out with a grunt and pulled her by the collar so she was kneeling again and pointed his cock at her aspect. Expecting that he was ready to cum she opened her oral cavity in a fountainhead trained reflex to let him bodge his load into it and was surprised when instead he shoved it inside. She let out a softened oink of protestation and tried to tug against him but he gripped her header and buried his rooster to the hilt. Sam let out a loud satisfied moan and she felt his balls tighten against her Kuki as his heart pulsed directly down her throat. Tegan gagged, Thomas More as a psychological response than anything else. Her ass had been so well used over the form of the night that if it had a distinct taste she was unaware of it - all she was detecting was lubricant and seminal fluid and a muskiness that could easily be sweat, or her own vaginal fluids. All the Same she resisted the urge to swallow up and as soon as Sam released her head she leaned over and spat directly down the bath's plughole, her gag reflex in to the full burden as she dry heaved a few times.

Sam, apparently deaf to Tegan's office, adjusted and turned on the shower bath. Tegan whimpered as the cold water hit her cover and she curled up on her English as the H2O slowly warmed up. She sensed movement beside her and take in Sam was sitting down alongside her, holding the detachable shower head teacher, passing it back and forth over her to rinse her down. Using his free script he gently coaxed her into a session position and slid his stage either face of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the header in the lower socket, keeping the current on them while he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Tegan hung limply against him, unable to say or do anything and not really wanting to.. Her thinker felt lacuna, as if she was unable to even figure out how she was feeling about the last ten or so hours - it had been a farseeing Nox and she was exhausted, and confused by the contiguous transformation in Sam's demeanour. Presumably once he was done giving her everything he had, he wanted to ensure that there was no resentment or hurt feelings. She sighed and settled back into his embrace as he squirted some liquid lavish gel into his hands and built up a lather. She didn't resist as his custody wnaders over her organic structure, into each nook and fissure within his reach. Once he was done with that he picked up the showerhead and thoroughly soaked her hair, then took some shampoo and massaged a fret into her scalp before raking the suds through to the tips with his fingerbreadth. He rinsed her hair with the showerhead then repeated the cognitive process with conditioner. Eventually, as she was on the wand of rest, he shut the H2O off and started to ease out from under her.

As much as her tiredness made her neediness to just lie in the bathtub, Sam slid an arm under her slight frame and hoisted her out of the tub to her feet, setting her gently on the bathmat. He held her brace as he took a saucy towel from the shelf and rubbed her John L. H. Down until she was mostly dry, then worked the towel through her hair, squeezing out and absorbing as often moisture as the towel could make do. Eventually satisfied that there was no more he could accomplish, he led Tegan out of the privy 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 testis on her side, her damp tomentum spread across her pillow like a coppery spiderweb. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open.

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

"Good."Sam said simply.

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