Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had trouble believing her legs were carrying her forward, look as though her brain was simply a rider 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 skid and stockings and a pick up she intended to refuse. Despite still being gagged with antique taping 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 blackguard with her wrists saltation in front of her and the lingering core of a adequate sum of money 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 surface until six, and then she had to walk back just as citizenry - her neighbours - were starting to go about their day. Not to cite any pre-dawn skulker in the park. This wasn't a bad orbit to exist in, not a particularly boisterous vicinity, but even if she wasn't stumbling around naked with slowly drying semen smeared across her chest of drawers and an extremely uncomfortable rubber eraser plug up her ass she'd have been nervous about walking around in draw near swarthiness. As things were at present, she was terrified. As she cut through the park sticking to one of the way of life 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 signal of living. 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 portion would run out at some point, the longer 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 grow her hired hand protectively, but with her wrists tapped together her mobility was thoroughly impeded. In her panic-stricken movement she nearly fell and a pair of storng hands gripped her upper arms and steadied her, and it took a few sec for her to realise it was Trevor. She looked up at him, tears welling in her optic as a variety of complex emotions bubbled inside her. Fear, succor, shame. For his theatrical role, Trevor just held her unbendable for a moment while she collected herself, then when she seemed calm he reached up and began to flake off her tape gag. Tegan held unfaltering as he took one nook and gently eased it off, keeping her sassing pinched until the tape was off and he stuck it to the back of his hand for safekeeping. She spat out her ruined saliva-sodden panties and caught them in her hands, taking a deep breath. They stood silently for a second as Tegan caught her breath.

"Thanks."She whispered, her interpreter cracking.

"No problem."Trevor said. Then after a pause he continued :"Sam sent me to follow and keep an eye on you, earn sure you didn't get hurt on your walk. He didn't severalize me to arrive take your gag off but he didn't specifically say not to either."He shrugged.

"Oh."Was all Tegan could negociate as she continued walking, concious that she still had a undertaking to complete. Trevor kept gait with her for a mo 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 couple of twelvemonth back. He doesn't need a personal flight simulator anymore but we still get together for beers occasionally. This was the showtime 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 roommate, and one of them was a girl. 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 story over a beer. Y'know, guy talk. That I beat up some Kid and this precious daughter was so grateful we hooked up right in the indorse room of the gym. Said she was a carrottop and walking around with no underwear. He… might experience figured it out. Or suspected something. I guess that's why I got the stove poker invite."

"Oh."Tegan said again, lapsing into quietude again. For some reason this walkway in the car park felt strangely intimate, in line with the sexual olympics she'd been participating in. While she'd been becoming more bold in her sexual adventures she wasn't really used to relative unknown hanging out afterwards like they were on some sort of date.

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

"Well, a bit."Trevor faltered then row corrected when Tegan shot him a injury feeling."In a good way, y'know ? I mean you were pretty forward that metre in the gym, tonight was pretty nutcase. 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 lady friend wants to get freaky, it's kinda heavily to move around 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 girl I was dating. She had some kink. She wanted to get into BDSM, did some bondage, spanking, pretty meek clobber. Then one day she tells me she wants me to get grating. Really rough. 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 ‘ dunderhead ’, which Sam found hilarious. So now ‘ dumbass'is his go to phrase for when I should quit overthinking something and just go with it. That's how I knew it was consensual. It… it was right ?"

"It's a bit former to be asking isn't it ?"Tegan laughed, trying to keep her representative down as they approached the other English of the parking lot."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 affair considered it probably can't get much worse. 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 find a roomie that could pay their bills, so I offered an alternative : me."Tegan took a deeply breathing time."It was kind of a fancy of mine, so suit a sexual plaything, to hold myself over to individual to use freely. The big vault was deciding to offer myself to all three guy instead of just one - but I didn't want any one guy to finger like he owned me. I just wanted to be used. So the deal was, they split my rent and bills and disbursal between them. In commutation, they percentage the benefit equally. Any fourth dimension they want, as much as they want, any hole they want."She paused, trying to show Trevor's face. When he said naught she continued.

"So that's how it was, at first. They'd visit me one at a time, roll in the hay, and go. We progressed to threesome, and full on radical sex, everyone together. What surprised me though was how bored I got. Not with the sex, but with lifespan in general, not having anything to keep engaged. When the guys were at work or school or whatever, I had all this metre to reckon, and it made me require more. I started letting them do former things, outside the common arrangement. The more they felt like they were doing degrading things to me, the more worked up 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 means I hate it. In other slipway I love it. Do you realise ?"

"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 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 nice ? I was form of expecting you to be disgusted."

"Do you really worry 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 sentence, but I thought you might not want to date a girl who walked around without any underwear and let a unknown fuck her in the backbone room of a gym."Tegan laughed."I can't imagine 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 consider dating someone when they've seen them like this."

"I'd have to guess about it."

Tegan glanced over to the entrepot as the shopkeeper flipped the mansion to spread and took a deep breath.

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

"Do you bed what Sam wrote on the eminence ?"

"No musical theme. I'm for sure it'll become apparent."She nodded at the tape stuck to Trevor's hand."I probably need that."

Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her mouth, lining it up with the red Saint Mark on her look that lingered from it being on for minute, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden step-in and Trevor delicately pinched them between thumb and index finger. With another bass breath Tegan crossed the route and entered the store.



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A Vanessa Bell jingled as Tegan opened the door and stumbled in. The entrepot was empty for now and the clerk did a twofold issue as she stumbled in unsteady on her heels and rushed out from behind the counter.

"Holy bullshit, are you ok ?"he asked as he approached but stopped short of touching her, partially out of concern but also because he noticed a crew of embarrassing fluids on her face and chest. He was a unretentive statured guy of vaguely Asiatic show, and Tegan found it hard to plunk his age. He could be eighteen or a well-preserved twenty five. She tilted her straits back to try to draw his attending to the Federal Reserve note Sam had stuck into her shoe collar. He very carefully reached for it and slipped it liberal, unfolding it. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud in a soft voice.

"I need a copy of today's newspaper publisher, delight 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 a good deal she had confused the word around her bound. The clerk took a copy of one of the fresh newspaper publisher off the stack and thrust it in her mitt, 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 admirer I don't want to see you in here like this again. Don't involve me in your uncanny bally games."He turned away and returned behind the sideboard. Tegan was mollified. She'd gotten so accustomed to being a sex physical object that she didn't know quite how to respond, but she definitely felt pang of pity and repugnance that hit her harder than if he had just used her like every other man she'd encountered over the stopping point couple of months. With that she turned back and pushed through the door to exit back out onto the street, blinking back tears.

The sun was almost exonerated of the purview now and the street was lit with an eery orange luminescence. She could pick up the distant traffic picking up in volume as Sir Thomas More people started their day, though it struck her that it was a Sabbatum - few citizenry going to work and getting up early. Of track she wasn't going to waste more time attracting attending. After the shop clerk's 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 urgency and didn't waste time trying to make water conversation. She hesitated at the former end of the park thinking she heard motorcar approaching and concealed herself behind a hedgerow. Trevor took the opportunity to put her panties back in her backtalk and re-cover her sassing with the mag tape, then they made a break for it as soon as the cars passed.

When they reached the front door Trevor pulled out Sam's Florida key and open 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.

"Well done, slut."As much as she hated to admit it, the relatively kind tidings were welcome after the harsh monition from the convenience store clerk and she felt a shudder in her aching vagina. Trevor lingered awkwardly near the door and Sam called him over with a tilt of his drumhead."Would you give me a hand ?"

Sam set the paper aside and started to peel back the end of the tape binding her carpus together and slow down it from her. Trevor took the initiative of peeling the tape from her mouth for the irregular time and carefully removing the pantie. Between them they made a show it it being more difficult than it really was. Once Sam had the tape removed from her wrists, he took the verbalise part from Trevor and wadded them together, tossing them aside to trade with later. Tegan wet her sass 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 expected answer.

"Don't call me Sir, that's way too formal."Sam glanced at Trevor."Do you listen if I speak freely in movement of him ?"Tegan shrugged, indicating her apathy 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 open to me this even, this isn't an exclusive arrangement."

"In the interest group of full disclosure, 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 Ithiel Town without any scanty on, spreading their legs at the drop of a hat."

"In farness…"

"In candor nothing. She's a slut."Tegan didn't resist as Sam slid hand between her peg and two fingers easily entered her. He withdrew them and displayed them to Trevor, sticky with her juice."She knows it, there's no point dancing around the compass point. She gives it away for room and gameboard, she might as well open it away for saving her from being assaulted. So from now on I call her slut. She's devoid to call me whatever she wants in answer. I'm not playing whatever Fifty Shades of Bullshit game that Oengus is playing."He hooked his finger through the ring handing from the fornt of her collar."And she's free to keep on wearing this collar, 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 dependable."And if we're putting all our cards on the table here, my name isn't Violet. It's Tegan."

"fountainhead, it's been nice to foregather you Tegan."Trevor nodded. He didn't seem surprised or bothered that she'd given him a impostor name."And I had a snake pit of a night. But I'm also witting of the fact I have a grade in a few time of day that I should probably try and be rested for."He put a hand on the door and cracked it open.

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

"I'll 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 offer an reply she wanted to take heed. Trevor nodded and left, the door locking behind him.

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

"He liked being able to fit his giant cock up my ass."Tegan countered."public speaking of which. Do you bear in mind if I take out this quid ? I'm honestly afraid it's going to do some legal injury if I leave it in much long, especially after walking around with it."

"That's supposed to be your permanent replenishment. I inserted it at the postulation of Angus, who reminded me that you were on your final warning when he left live nighttime, should you neglect to wear your plug. I think we can bound off 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 near of the Deutschmark he left had almost completely faded."For the record, it's only about half an inch all-embracing than your old one, which probably seems like a lot more down there than it does on a swayer. But sure, do what you want."

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

"funny remark you should say that."Sam said, pulling her to the lavatory, his digit hooked into her taking into custody'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 biz or testing the waters. I'm just doing, as you are free to do also. You are complimentary to stop 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 metre I will ask. Do you understand ?"

Tegan searched his eyes and found only frigid sincerity.

"I understand."She answered.

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

Tegan complied, kneeling in the wide tub and looked up at him. He already had his dick out pointed at her, waiting. With some trepidation she opened her mouth. Almost immediately a hot watercourse of piss hit her in the human face and she squeezed her eyes shut as the spray ricocheted off her expression before he tracked it into her backtalk. The acrid stream hit the back of her throat, hotter and more forecful than semen typically did, with an unpleasant salty appreciation and overpowering aroma. The pressure alone made her gag but the flavour did no 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 mind the mix of flavor typically found in the back street behind a bar. The piss quickly filled her mouth and overflowed, running down her chin and cascading onto her bureau, rinsing away the pasty residue of jizz as it carved a path down her belly to her private parts, saturating her pubic hair and running off her pussy sass. Stray rivulets and down the outer sides of her small breasts 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 duad more spurts before shaking off. Glaring up at him as he proceeded to disinvest, his pass water dripping off her chin, Tegan took a present moment to ease the hype out of her ass. She managed to get her finger's breadth under the burst out rim and get enough leverage to get the wide division past her compressed anatomical sphincter, then the respite of the lubricate cone slid out and she let it fall into the bath, having no further interest in it. She massaged her tender motherfucker, feeling the spongy muscles slowly close as she clenched them, probing gently at the offend tissue as she let her own vesica go, joining Sam's relieve oneself to slowly dribble 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 shaft and tried to will forth some spit to make her lip promiscuous for him to make love, but was finding it rugged after having it most recently rinsed out with his urine.

After a minute Sam seemed satisfied and pushed her, bending her over towards the drain being forced to put her work force on the end of their merge waters to poise herself on all four-spot. Sam, seemingly indifferent to her plight, squatted over her and guided his dick directly to her aching twat. He grunted as he slid in and out and for her region Tegan was capable to savor feeling him slew inside her despite her exhaustion. She doubted she was going to fall, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, right hand up until the point he pulled out of her and thrust directly into her tender, gaping anus.

Tegan let out a choked off shrieking as he drove his cock deep inside her. She had footling remaining lubricant and her own pussy succus were doing almost of the work. Admittedly after being thoroughly broken in my Trevor and the new plug her ass had had no meter to recover so she imagined it presented too tempting a objective, but none of this rationalisation helped her flavor better about the fact he was ramming his cock inside her burning asshole, his glob slapping against her pussy sass, and each time he thrust inside her she let out soft squeals of discomfort, curling her toes as her genu slid on the wet bath surface and Sam held her by the shoe collar to sustain her from getting away.

After a few mo he pulled out with a grunt and pulled her by the pinch so she was kneeling again and pointed his cock at her face. Expecting that he was ready to cum she opened her mouth in a fountainhead trained instinctive reflex to let him bollix his incumbrance into it and was surprised when instead he shoved it inside. She let out a dampen grunt of protest and tried to agitate against him but he gripped her head and buried his cock to the hilt. Sam let out a tatty fill groan and she felt his clod tighten against her Kuki as his spunk pulsed directly down her throat. Tegan gagged, more than as a psychological response than anything else. Her ass had been so well used over the path 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 sweat, or her own vaginal fluids. All the same she resisted the urge to swallow and as soon as Sam released her heading she leaned over and spat directly down the Bath's plughole, her gag innate reflex in to the full effect as she dry heaved a few times.

Sam, apparently unbiassed to Tegan's post, adjusted and turned on the shower bath. Tegan whimpered as the cold water hit her back and she curled up on her side as the piss slowly warmed up. She sensed movement beside her and realised Sam was sitting down alongside her, holding the detachable shower brain, passing it back and Forth River over her to rinse her John L. H. Down. Using his free manus he gently coaxed her into a sitting placement and slid his legs either incline of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the head in the down in the mouth socket, keeping the stream 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 brain felt clean, as if she was ineffectual to even figure out how she was feeling about the last ten or so hours - it had been a long nighttime and she was exhausted, and confused by the immediate work shift 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 cascade gel into his helping hand and built up a lather. She didn't resist as his helping hand wnaders over her body, into each nook and crevice within his compass. Once he was done with that he picked up the showerhead and thoroughly soaked her hair, then took some shampoo and massaged a suds into her scalp before raking the suds through to the point with his fingers. He rinsed her hairsbreadth with the showerhead then repeated the unconscious process with conditioner. Eventually, as she was on the verge of sleep, he shut the water off and started to relieve out from under her.

As much as her tiredness made her neediness to just lie in the bath, Sam slid an arm under her little frame and hoisted her out of the tub to her foundation, setting her gently on the bathmat. He held her steady as he took a clean towel from the shelf and rubbed her down until she was mostly dry, then worked the towel through her hairsbreadth, squeezing out and absorbing as much moisture as the towel could manage. Eventually satisfied that there was no more he could accomplish, he led Tegan out of the bathroom and to her sleeping accommodation, 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 English, her damp haircloth spread across her pillow like a coppery spiderweb. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open.

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

"Good."Sam said simply.

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