2 comments/ 63186 views/ 15 favorites Devolution of a Slut By: NCnakedadventure Wow! Do I ever need some advice? I just can't be objective. Part of me thinks I may have let things go too far this time. But I loved it. I just don't know if I should keep doing these things.... Okay. Let me start from the beginning. If I want you to appreciate where I'm at, I guess I'm going to have to tell you how I got here. My name is Debbie. I'm 23, petite, brunette .... Not beautiful, I guess, but I'm cute enough. Because I'm small, people think I'm younger than I actually am. Anyway, the thing is, I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, and now I'm beginning to wonder if I'm a sex addict too. Okay - the beginning. Scott's the one who got me started. At least I think he is. He's my boyfriend. We've been together for about two years now. The first time we had sex was on our second date. It was good -- really, really good. He pushed all my buttons; pinned my hands over my head while he bit on my nipples; licked my clit until I was ready to scream. Perhaps I'm being too graphic. Let's just say that he was kind and gentle on the one hand (he has a great sense of humor too), but at the same time he was very forceful. I like to surrender myself - that's the best way I know how to put it. And I guess he had that figured out. Anyway, it wasn't more than a couple of nights later, when he was going down on me, that he went further and licked my asshole. I moaned and pulled my legs wider. I guess that must have seemed like an invitation to Scott, because before long he was fucking me in the ass. For all you men out there, you should know that being fucked in the ass can be incredibly painful. You have to work up to it slowly -- like over the course of years! Luckily for Scott though, I already had a well trained ass. You see, all during my teen years I used to stick things in my ass when I masturbated. For some reason it turned me on, just like it turns me on to punish my own nipples. Anyway, Scott seems to know these things. He seems to be tuned in to my senses. That night when he first took my ass, he started out slow, giving my ass time to adjust. Then he gradually increased the pace until he was slamming into my ass and crushing my nipples with his fingers. That was the one and only time I've ever cum without touching my pussy. It was amazing! I wonder if that was the moment when I turned into a complete slut? Over time, Scott has been getting me to do more and more wild things. First he got me to start wearing short skirts with no underwear. If we were walking somewhere and no one was looking, he'd stop and finger my pussy until I had cum dripping down the inside of my thighs. Then he'd take my hand and start walking again like everything was normal. I think Scott must have known I was an exhibitionist even before I did. One day he drove me to the mall. When we got out of the car he came around to my side, pushed me up against the side of the car and started kissing me. Then he reached under my skirt and started fingering my cunt. He must have done it for about 15 minutes! People were walking by and he'd just press up against me and kiss me so they couldn't quite see what he was doing (they probably knew anyway from the way I was moving). Then Scott just pulled his finger out, took me by the hand, and began walking me to the mall entrance. Just as I was about to cum! My knees were so weak I could hardly walk. Also, I could feel the wetness halfway down the insides of my thighs. When we got in the mall, Scott whispered in my ear. Actually, it wasn't a whisper. It was more like an order, "When we get on the escalator, spread your legs!" I looked at him with my mouth half open. It was the first time I'd heard him talk that way -- so forcefully. But I didn't say anything back. Instead, I just stepped onto the escalator and did as I was told. Two teenage guys had jumped on behind us, and there I stood at parade rest. Scott had his arm around me, and now I could feel him slowly lifting my skirt. I doubt if my skirt even needed lifting. Those guys must have already had a very clear view of my shaved cunt (oh yes, Scott had gotten me to start shaving my pussy). I could feel the breeze on my cunt lips, and that was making my pussy even wetter. Scott told me that by the time I got off that escalator, my face was very red. I guess so! All I knew was that I could feel the air between my legs, I could sense those guys staring at my dripping pussy, and I could feel myself getting hot all over! The guys didn't make a sound or do anything, thank God. But I think if they had so much as touched my wet leg, I would have cum right there. As it was, those guys followed me and Scott all over the mall. We didn't stay long though. Scott got me back to his place and fucked the hell out of me. I needed it badly too. After many times of being exposed, I've now come to realize that it makes me feel incredibly embarrassed. But it also makes me feel incredibly aroused. I guess it turns Scott on too. He seems to keep getting bolder and bolder with the way he shows off my goodies. One day, he pulled into the parking lot of a peep show. I was embarrassed the moment we pulled in. He backed into a space, reached over, and tilted my seat back. With the seat back, I was pretty much laying down in the car, which made me feel a little better. It made it harder for someone to see me. But, of course, I knew a number of men had seen us as we pulled in. Also, there was a guy two cars over in an SUV who kept looking over at us. Since he was up higher, he had a pretty good view. Scott didn't even give me time to think about it though. He climbed over to my side, got down on the floor, pulled up my skirt, and started eating my pussy like there was no tomorrow. He had me moaning and twitching. I kept glancing around because I was afraid of getting caught. But at the same time, I was spreading my legs and pulling my skirt up higher. It feels so good when Scott eats my cunt! When I saw movement behind me, it was too late for me to stop. I quickly figured out that it was the guy from the SUV - only now he was standing just a few feet from our car. But I didn't say anything to Scott. I guess I was shocked that someone was standing there watching, but I was also turned on that someone was standing there watching. Most of all, I didn't want to do anything that would make this cunt lapping stop. I moaned and twitched, and I looked straight into that stranger's eyes. I guess he took that as a good sign, because he came closer. Now he was standing just outside the back passenger side door. My knees were raised, and this guy's eyes were fixed on my clean shaven cunt where Scott was hard at work licking my clit. I couldn't help it. It was such a turn on being a complete slut in front of this stranger. It felt like I was seeing the passion of our sex through his eyes. It brought me right to the brink of cumming. But then Scott stopped. He lifted his head up and looked around. I think he must have already known that the guy was there. He was probably looking to see if we had any more of an audience. Then, when he was done looking, Scott reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt. At this point of course, I would have let Scott do anything he wanted. Like I said before, I tend to just surrender myself. So I let Scott open my shirt and expose my braless tits to this complete stranger -- my small little tits with their giant rock-hard nipples! Then I spread my knees even more while Scott fingered my cunt with one hand, and pinched my nipples with the other. The stranger had moved so he was standing right next to Scott and his face was almost pressed up to the glass of the window. He was looking straight into my wet, open gash. I closed my eyes and gave in to my feelings. Again I was on the verge of cumming, but this time a sound made me stop. It was the sound of Scott opening the passenger side window. Scott rolled the window all the way down, and there I lay, my eyes now wide open. Scott's finger was still thrusting into my cunt, but all my attention was focused on the stranger. I was scared! I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move an inch -- not even when the stranger reached in and started pinching my nipples. I just lay there -- and the stranger began rubbing my clit -- and then Scott backed off and the stranger shoved a finger deep into my cunt. All I did was spread my legs wide, arch my back, look into this stranger's eyes, and have a mindblowing orgasm. You might think that's the end of the story. But it's not. Scott took me back to that "adult book store" two more times. The second time was a week ago. That time all we did was go in and look at some of the toys they sold there. But the third time - last night -- That's the part of the story I've been getting to. It was so fucking intense! I just can't believe this happened to me! Okay, here's what happened. Scott and I get to the book store, and we go in. This time though, instead of just browsing the store, Scott pays the cashier $10 for us to go into the back where the peep shows are. Now I've never been to a peep show before. I have no idea what men do there. Well, I guess I have some idea. Anyway, I was scared to death. It was dark in there and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust. Scott was leading me down a long hall. It smelled like cum -- male cum. There was a row of booths on one side of us. Each booth had a chair and a video screen showing films of people having sex in all sorts of ways. We passed three guys who were leaning up against the wall on the other side. I was so embarrassed! I could feel their eyes following me as Scott led me down the hall. I even felt that heat build in my face that told me I was blushing. Near the back of the hall, Scott pulled me into a booth and locked the door behind us. I felt a little better now -- safer because we were alone with the door locked. Scott began unbuttoning my dress. He had asked me to wear a dress that buttoned down the front -- and nothing else -- so a moment later I was standing in that booth with nothing on but my shoes. I felt incredibly hot. I was standing completely naked, with strangers just a few feet away from me on the other side of that door. I was watching the movie playing on the screen. This blond was getting fucked by a black dude. Scott was standing behind me reaching around to play with my tits and pussy. Then, Scott stopped for a moment, and got himself undressed. Now we were both naked. Scott once again started playing with me, and then I felt him spreading lube on my ass. I knew what that meant. Scott put lots of lube on me. He even slid a finger into my ass. Then he sat down on the chair and told me to sit on his lap. That's a code phrase for us. When Scott lubes my ass and tells me to sit on his lap, what he really means is that I should take my time lowering myself on to his cock until I have it buried deep inside my ass. So that's just what I did. By the time I was sitting completely down, my ass felt so stretched! "Hands behind your back," he told me. Then, pulling my hands tight, with each of my hands touching the opposite elbow, he pulled out some duct tape that I didn't even know he had. He taped my forearms together! Scott binding my arms was something completely new to me. I felt utterly helpless. My arms were bound behind my back; I was sitting completely naked; I had Scott's cock shoved deep in my ass; I was in a peep-show booth with men just outside that door. It suddenly hit me that they must have heard my moans when I sat on Scott's cock. I felt so incredibly embarrassed and vulnerable. That was when Scott slid back the window to our booth. Did I mention that? This booth had a little plywood sliding door on one side, and when you opened it you could see into the next booth. And of course, in the next booth was a guy stroking his hard cock as he took in the sight of me impaled on Scott's cock, with my tits jutting out in front of me. Scott was playing with my nipples and gently stroking my clit. It made me loose my mind. I stared at that stranger's hard cock and I began to salivate. For some reason, all I could think of was sucking that stiff cock. Scott stood up after a few moments and, with his cock still in my ass, moved me towards the door. He had me in a bent over position, and had his knees bent so he could stay inside my ass. Then I heard Scott unlock the door. I didn't even have time to react. The door immediately opened, and a stranger stepped in closing it behind him. This scared me I guess. I didn't have a chance to think about it though. Before I knew what was happening, this stranger undressed. Then he put his hands under my arms and lifted me straight up. Now I know that I mentioned how small I am. I weigh just over a hundred pounds soaking wet. So I guess it was no problem for this guy to lift me up. He held me up, with my feet off the floor. Scott's taller than me so his cock was still just barely in my ass. Then this stranger started lowering me. With my face looking over this stranger's shoulder, my tits dragging down his hairy chest, Scott's cock sliding back into my ass, I now felt this stranger's cock forcing its way into my pussy. There was nothing I could do. So I guess I just lost my mind. By the time the stranger was half way in me, I was cumming. I must have been too loud because Scott put his hand over my mouth. And the stranger let go of me. And I just hung there. My feet never touched the ground! I was being held up by one cock in my ass and one cock in my pussy, and I was cumming like a fucking freak! I couldn't stop cumming. The guys were using hip thrusts to bounce me up and down on their shafts! I thought they were going to tear me apart. I've never felt so full and so helpless in all my life. It was the fuck of a lifetime! My insides were being hammered. My clit was being crushed.... I can't hardly describe how I felt, but I'm about to cum again just thinking about it. Those two guys fucked me until they were done with fucking. How long that was, I don't know. All I know is that I came so hard I almost passed out. After that I came again. I kept cumming until I became limp as a rag doll. And they continued to hold me up until they were done using me. When they finally lowered me to the floor and the stranger stepped out of the booth, I was almost crying -- not because I was sad, but because I was so exhausted. Scott had to lift me up. My holes felt like they were stretched wide open and would never close again. I was covered with sweat, and my legs were coated with cum. Scott sat me back on his lap while he kissed and stroked me until I regained some of my strength. Then he helped me get dressed. I had a hard time getting out of that place. My legs were weak. Scott almost had to carry me. And this time when he led me down that hallway, there must have been ten or fifteen men standing there. I kept my head down, eyes towards the floor, but I was almost too tired to be embarrassed. I didn't feel bad about what I had done, but before Scott dropped me off that night, he told me a few things that made me feel better about the experience. First, he told me that the guy who came into our booth was no stranger. It was a friend of Scott's and they had planned it all out ahead of time. Second he told me that his friend had used a condom. I was so grateful I almost cried again! It felt good to be with someone I could trust -- someone who would keep me safe. But then he said, "Next time I might have to give you to a stranger." The motherfucker! He always has to keep me on the edge of my seat. Anyway, that's my story. I guess the whole experience had me wondering if I am a slut. I guess it's had me wondering - if I keep going in this direction is something bad going to happen? But now that I've told the story, I guess I already have the answer. I can't stop! Maybe I'm already a slut. I don't care! I know I can't stop. It just feels too good. Already I'm waiting - to do it again -- to be used -- to be a whore and a slut. How could something that feels so good be so bad? Devolution of a Slut Ch. 02 Hi. I'm not sure if you'll remember me. My name is Debbie. I wrote a while ago about the things my boyfriend, Scott, was getting me to do. He's been turning me into an exhibitionist and a really big slut, and he's been so slick about it I hardly knew it was happening! You'll have to read my last letter if you want to know how Scott got me started on this journey. The short version is that we went from having great sex, to me exposing myself, to me getting fucked by a stranger. I was very confused at the time I wrote that letter. I knew that most people would not approve of me letting myself get used that way. I also know that there's a danger in exposing myself -- I could get raped, or killed, or arrested. Scott keeps making me do things that scare me to death! And the danger seems to keep escalating! But now I've stopped complaining. I've finally just decided the hell with what people think. I love being embarrassed and frightened. I love being used. In fact, I get such an adrenalin rush from taking these risks that I think I'm getting addicted to it. Also, I don't think there are too many people out there who would be interested in killing me. They might be interested in fucking me, but not in killing me. That's why I've decided to submit to Scott's every whim. The things he does get me so turned on that I just don't want to stop. Scott suggested I write this letter. For one thing, he knows I get excited when I write about my adventures. It lets us both relive the experiences. But also, we both enjoy seeing the responses we get from readers. So having said that, I'm going to try to pick up where my last letter left off. After the episode in the peep-show, I guess Scott got it into his head that the two things I feared most were being exposed and being used as a sex toy. He was exactly right! It makes me feel so vulnerable to be outdoors naked, and it embarrasses the hell out of me to get caught. Also, since I'm a 105 lb weakling, I know that if I'm naked and someone decides to fuck me, there probably isn't going to be a damn thing I can do about it. That's a frightening thought. And it's a fear that turns me on like crazy. So Scott likes pushing those buttons. Often he'll add a little bit more risk to our games just to expand my limits. He knows it turns me on. I'll give you an example. It's gotten so that most of the time, when we ride in the car, Scott makes me sit there virtually naked. If I'm wearing a button-down dress, he'll have me unbutton it. If I'm wearing pants and a shirt, he'll make me pull my pants to the floor and unbutton my shirt. Needless to say, he never allows me to wear underwear. If I get "caught" it's usually when Scott stops at a light or goes looking for a parking space. That's when people tend to notice you. But two weeks ago, Scott took it a step further. We were on the highway and had pulled into a rest stop. Scott saw this big pickup pull in after us and park about a dozen spaces away. It was some kind of commercial vehicle with ladders and wood and what-have-you in the back. And these two guys got out of the truck to use the restroom. So what does Scott do? He moves our car and parks right next to their truck. Scott had me sitting just a few feet from their driver's-side door, and he made it clear that I was not to close my dress. Instead, I was just supposed to sit there naked with my heart beating a mile a minute. I saw the guys coming back. I looked down, hoping they wouldn't notice me. But, sure enough, the driver did a double take just as he was about to get into his truck. From where he was, I knew he could clearly see my small tits with their big nipples. I glanced up to see him look at Scott, who was now putting his hand between my legs. Then I saw him take a couple of steps towards our car to get a better look. Once again, I'd been caught. But Scott was going to make sure that this time I put on a good show. He started playing with my cunt. In no time he had me soaking wet. "Hey Danny," the driver called out, motioning for his friend to get out of the truck. And of course it wasn't long before there were two men at my window. Scott, in the meantime, had taken a vibrator out of the glovebox. Without much ado, he started fucking me with it. That was when I lost any sense of decorum. I put my feet up on the dash and started pulling on my nipples while Scott fucked the hell out of me with that dildo. He was buzzing my clit between thrusts and I could feel the juices dripping down my ass. I was trying to moan quietly, but it wasn't easy. In the meantime, these guys were really enjoying the show. At least one of them was rubbing his cock through his pants. Well, I won't drag out the story. Nothing much more happened. The guys watched me have a mind-blowing orgasm, they thanked us for the show, and Scott and I left before any cops showed up. I only brought it up so you'd understand the types of things Scott's been getting me to do. What I really want to tell you about is what Scott did to me a few days ago. It was far and away the most frightening thing I've ever experienced. It was Saturday morning. Scott had promised me an adventure and he picked me up in his car at about 10 am. I was already quite nervous. When Scott talks about an adventure you never know what he's going to come up with. We drove quite a ways, then finally he turned in at an adult book store -- one I'd never been to before. "I'm only pulling in here to point something out to you," Scott said. "You see that opening in the fence back there?" He was pointing to a break in the vine-covered fence at the back of the parking lot. "You see the train tracks running behind the fence? They run straight down that way," he said pointing towards the north. "You're going to want to remember that hole in the fence," he said. Then Scott turned the car around and headed for the exit. Needless to say, I was a little bewildered. I was about to speak to him, but I resisted the urge to start asking questions. He had this shit-eating grin on his face, so I knew he'd let me know when he was ready. Scott turned right out of the parking lot and drove about a mile further down the road. Then he took another right. We crossed over the train tracks, which he once again pointed out to me, and went a little ways down that road. We passed a high school and some playing fields and, as we reached the last soccer field, Scott pulled onto a dirt road that ran beside it. He stopped the car at the very back corner of that last field, turned off the ignition and got out. Apparently we had reached our destination. Scott led the way into the woods behind the field. There was a clearing a short distance in, and there he stopped. "Take of your dress," Scott said gently. I did, once again feeling those mixed emotions - fear that I might get caught; exhilaration brought on by the feel of sun and wind on my naked skin. "Turn around," Scott told me. When I did he took handcuffs from a bag he'd been carrying and cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he reached back in the bag and took out a dog collar. He fastened that around my neck. Next he took out a leash which he fastened to the dog collar so that it hung down in front of me almost to the ground. And finally he took out a ball gag. Before I could say any more than, "Oh my God," he had jammed it in my mouth and fastened it behind my head. Now I felt crazy vulnerable! I was standing in nothing but my sneakers with my hands cuffed behind my back. And to make it worse, I couldn't even express my fears -- my mouth was stretched open and stuffed. Scott didn't give me time to dwell on it. "I'm going to drive back to that adult book store where we stopped," he told me. "I'll park in the parking lot, leave the car doors unlocked and go inside. All you have to do, if you want to get home, is find your way to the car and wait for me to come out." Then he picked up my discarded dress, turned and walked away. I was freaking out! I was about to start running after him but he stopped to give me more instructions. "If you follow this stream here," he said pointing, "it will lead you to the train tracks. Take a left at the tracks and you can follow them until you get to that hole in the fence that I showed you. It'll be easy. "See you when you get there," he said just before he disappeared into the woods. I guess I must have been stunned because I just froze there. He had talked to me as if he were giving someone driving directions, then he had left me naked and bound. When I heard the car door close and the car drive away, I felt very much alone. I crouched down on the ground, looked around and listened intently for any sounds. I prayed that Scott would come back. Then it dawned on me that I was still in the middle of the clearing, so I went and hid behind a tree. I'm not sure how long I stayed there. I guess when it was clear that Scott wasn't coming back, I finally started working up the courage to follow Scott's instructions. I began looking around and decided it would be best if I crossed the stream. That way I wouldn't run the risk of someone seeing me from the playing fields. I worked my way down the bank to the streambed, across the water, and back up the other side - no small feat when you can't use your hands. Then I began walking through the woods towards the train tracks. Normally I enjoy a good walk in the woods. This day was a little different. First of all, there wasn't a path to follow. Second, I was completely naked. And third, I had no use of my hands. So I would go a little ways, being scratched by branches, then I would crouch down and listen to see if I could hear anyone. Then I would go a little ways further. I quickly learned that the sounds in a forest can be very frightening. They had never bothered me much before, but under the present circumstances, I was stopping and crouching with every sound I heard, both real and imagined. I began thinking not just about people who could attack me but also about the animals I was vulnerable to. At one point, as I was crouching down to hide, I realized that bugs were starting to swarm around me. I watched helplessly as a mosquito landed on my breast and drank its fill of my blood. Then, still crouching, I noticed that a swarm of knats had gathered around my shaved pussy. I actually stayed there a few minutes watching as the knats crawled all over my cunt lips. Call me a freak, but it really felt quite erotic. I guess in an odd sort of way those bugs may have helped me to calm down. Instead of focusing on the mysterious sounds in the forest, I started focusing on the bugs that were swarming around me. It made it easier to just keep walking and not stop so often. With each step I took, I gained a little more confidence. No one was going to see me. Why would anyone be out in this forest anyway? Then suddenly, I heard a burst of laughter coming from the woods to my left. It scared me so bad, I immediately ran down the stream embankment to my right. It was not a good decision! That stream bank was so steep I barely managing to stay upright. I half slid, half ran down it until I reached the bottom. Then I tripped over some rocks and landed face first in the water. Without hands to break my fall, I was damn lucky I didn't kill myself! I rolled over and sat up in the stream, only to confirm what I thought I had seen as I went headlong down that bank. There, about a dozen yards upstream, was a log crossing over the water. And there, standing in the middle of that log, was a guy looking straight at me with his mouth wide open. The guy jumped from the tree, ran alongside the stream until he reached me, and said, "Are you okay?" What could I do? I just sat there stunned and nodded. He paused for a few seconds, looking at me speechless, then he reached over, took hold of my leash and pulled me up. Still holding my leash, he starred at me a while longer. I stood there, with that giant black ball in my mouth, feeling about as embarrassed as I've ever felt in my life. "Come on," he said. Then he began climbing the embankment dragging me with him by the leash. I slipped once or twice, but each time he managed to keep me upright -- by pulling me up by my neck! When we got to the top of the bank he started off through the woods with me in tow behind him. I guess I could have collapsed and made him drag me. I didn't. I followed him like a good little obedient naked slave. The only time I stopped and pulled back was when we arrived at a clearing. Sitting there facing me with their mouths wide open were two guys and a girl. They had been in the process of passing a joint, but now they all seemed frozen in place. "Look what I found," my captor told them. I could do nothing. I just stood there, feeling as shocked as they were, letting them take in the sight of my naked and helplessly bound body. I'm thinking they were students from the nearby high school. I'm also thinking they had never seen anything quite like the sight of me standing in front of them. "Where did you find her," one of the guys finally said. "She almost fell into my lap. Actually, she fell down into the stream as I was crossing the log." Our audience was silent for a moment as they took that in -- no doubt fascinated by the turn of events. "Were you trying to get away from someone?" the girl asked me. Obviously the girl must have been thinking that I had escaped from some crazy kidnapper. I shook my head 'no'. "Did you agree to be out here like this?" the girl asked incredulously. I nodded 'yes' feeling a little ashamed. For a moment no one said anything more. Then my captor moved behind me, put his arms around me, and began pulling on my nipples. I have incredibly sensitive nipples. I moaned through my ball gag. I guess that must have encouraged the guy because he moved a hand to my pussy and began fingering me. It began making me so hot, it was all I could do to keep standing. "I think I should fuck her," the guy said to our audience. There was a pause. I looked at the girl sitting on the ground. "I think you should fuck her too," the girl said looking straight at me with an evil grin. I guess that was when I knew I had no protectors here. My captor pulled me by the leash into the middle of the clearing, then, pulling down on the leash he told me, "Get on your knees." I did as I was told. He stood behind me. I heard his pants unzip. He pushed my head to the ground. He rubbed his cock in my crack to get it wet. Then he drove it home. We both let out loud moans. Before you start getting critical talking about what a slut I am, you should try to understand. For me this was a longtime fantasy brought to life. Yes, I was frightened! I had my head on the ground, my naked ass in the air, and I had an audience watching me get helplessly fucked. But I was also starting to like it! I know I'm a freak, but it really turned me on. Unfortunately, the guy didn't last long. He shot his load in me, stood up, and zipped up his pants. I just stayed there, not moving. I needed to catch my breath. But I didn't get much of a chance. One of the other guys got up from the grass and soon had his dick in hand. It was big! He got behind me and, without ceremony, began fucking my now sloppy cunt. This time, I began pushing back. I wanted desperately to cum. It's hard to do when you can't use your fingers on your clit. Thank God he fucked me long enough to get me off! Before he was through, he blew my mind -- then he also filled me with his cum. After that I just lay there again, head in the grass, ass in the air. I began listening to the conversation between the remaining two members of my audience. "You should really take the gag off of her and make her eat your cunt." "Oh gross. No way!" "Really! It's only right that you should get off too." "Yea. I think that would be awesome," my captor chimed in. "She'd probably be a good little pussy licker." Now, in retrospect, I realize those kids must have been really stoned. This just wouldn't be happening with your average high school students. At least I don't think so. But right at that moment, from the pause in the conversation, I could tell that this girl was actually thinking it over. "Come on. I'll fuck her from behind while she eats your pussy," the guy sitting next to her said. Then he got up and loosened the strap at the back of my head. "Oh my God," I said as he removed the ball gag from my mouth. Up until that time, I hadn't realized how cramped my jaw was getting from having that thing in my mouth. I had to open and close my mouth a few times just to get my jaws working again. "Come over here," the guy said pulling me by the leash towards where the girl was sitting. I awkwardly crawled over to the girl. I expected her to object, but to my surprise the girl started taking off her shorts and underwear. Either she was gay, or she was just as bi-curious as I was. It's funny how you remember things. Thinking back on that day, I realize that I hardly even remember what the guys there looked like. It's possible I could walk right past one of them on the street and not even recognize him (a frightening thought now that it's occurred to me). But I'd recognize that girl in an instant. She wasn't beautiful. She was pretty; slightly chubby; shoulder length brown hair; large sunglasses; average tits; a thick dark bush that extended down into the crack of her ass. What struck me about her was how fucking sexy she was! Maybe it was the way she moved, or how wet she got even before I ate her. Maybe it was how comfortable she seemed in her body for a girl of her age. Or maybe it was just because she was the first woman I had ever been with. All I know is that I loved eating her cunt! The mechanics of the whole thing were a little difficult. Since I had no use of my hands, I couldn't lick her properly. Instead, she was holding her lips apart, and my whole face was buried in her cunt while this guy fucked me from behind. He just pounded me into her. We were all making a lot of noise. Then she announced that she was cumming; then I started cumming; then the guy started cumming in me. When the guy pulled out, I fell on my side, gasping. It was wonderful being their toy I was thinking. But as I looked at the light filtering through the trees, it dawned on me that time was passing. "Please, I have to go," I begged them. "My boyfriend might not wait for me!" I was looking up at my captor, and since he was stroking his now revived cock, I knew he was ready for another go with me. To his credit, he decided to be kind instead. "If you promise to come back next Saturday, we'll let you go," he told me. I felt so relieved. One of them put the gag back on me, then they helped me up and I started making my way back towards the stream. The girl caught up to me just as I was leaving the clearing. "Please come back next week," she whispered to me. "I'd like to see you again. I ... I want to return the favor. My name's Cindy by the way." I nodded that I would (and I fully intend to!), then I headed off into the woods. Now some of you may be wondering why I didn't just ask those students to get me something to wear or to give me a ride home. Well, believe it or not, the thought never occurred to me. That's right! It never crossed my mind! I guess that's one of the ways Scott's gotten me trained. Anyway, I headed off through the woods double-time. I felt much more confident now. I was also afraid Scott might leave without me so I was trying to go fast. I didn't worry about the scratches I was getting from the branches. I didn't worry about running into someone else. I just wanted to get to Scott's car in time. It wasn't long before I arrived at the train tracks. There were no signs of people. The tracks were bordered on both sides by forest. So I just got up on the tracks and started walking. At least now there were no branches to deal with. Devolution of a Slut Ch. 02 I didn't get far though before my confidence waned. I rounded a bend and saw that there was a bridge up ahead. When I got a little closer to the bridge, I crouched down and studied the problem that faced me. The bridge went over a road. That was going to be a problem. It wouldn't be a problem while I was on the bridge itself. The bridge had walls that would shield me from the view of the traffic. But as I approached the bridge and left the bridge I would have no such protection. Also, to make matters worse, on the other side of the bridge I would no longer be surrounded by forest. From what I could see, there were homes on one side of the tracks and businesses on the other. It wasn't as bad as it sounded. The homes that I could see had solid wood fences bordering the tracks. Behind the businesses there were chain-link fences with trees and bushes bordering the tracks. Still, it was clear that I was going into a populated area. I'd have to be very careful not to attract attention. I began listening to the sound of the cars. There were regular interruptions in the traffic, so I decided to get a little closer, wait for silence, and make a break for it. That's just what I did, and it went well. I was onto the bridge and shielded by its walls long before a car came. I walked down the center of the tracks, staying low, until I reached the far side of the bridge, then I waited once again for a break in the traffic. My intention was to run straight for the fence behind the first house, stay low, and keep going until I could no longer be seen from the road. Silence came. I was on my toes, leaning forward like a sprinter in the blocks. That's when a man stepped out from behind the fence! I knew he saw me. He looked straight at me. Still I turned around, ran to the wall of the bridge and squatted there trying to become invisible. It was not a good hiding place. But I just stayed there with my head to my knees, frozen in fear. I heard the man climb the rocks up to the train tracks. One quick look told me he was coming down the tracks toward me. I was plainly visible to him. Still I remained frozen. When he reached me he said simply, "Are you alright?" I lifted my head, feeling completely ashamed and nodded. "Can I take that gag off so you can talk?" Again I nodded. He removed the ball gag and asked, "What are you doing here?" I told him the first thing that came to mind. "My girlfriends dared me to do this. All I have to do is get down the tracks a little ways. Then I'll be safe." I said it to him somewhat pleadingly. He was a middle aged man, probably old enough to be my father. I didn't want him calling the cops on me. "You're very beautiful," he said admiringly. "Is it okay if I touch you?" I nodded to him, feeling slightly less afraid. Then he put his hands on my breasts. I didn't pull back. I guess I may have let out a slight moan. Whatever I did, I think it encouraged him. It turns me on like crazy thinking back on that guy now. He was a great lover! Okay, so we didn't really make love. But he was so gentle, and he really seemed to know his way around a woman's body. First he played with my tits, lightly scraping my nipples with his fingernails. He had my whole body trembling. Then he had me lay down and he kneeled between my legs and went down on me. He didn't dive right in like so many men do. He parted my pussy lips, pulled back the hood of my clit, and started licking it very lightly with his tongue. At first I was a little embarrassed. From my previous encounter, I had dried cum all over my pussy and thighs. I guess the cum was probably still leaking out of me. But I quickly forgot about that. The sensations he was bringing out in me were too wonderful. I wanted desperately to grab his head and push it down into my pussy, but I couldn't. All I could do was lie there and moan and lift my hips to his mouth. He seemed to know just when I was reaching the point when I couldn't take it any more. He stuck a finger in my pussy, curling it repeatedly against my g-spot. At the same time, he began licking my clit harder with long, slow strokes. He made me cum so hard I damn near passed out! After that, the guy made no attempt to fuck me. He just thanked me for allowing him to do that. "When you get to be my age," he said, "you dream about having one more chance to be with a woman as young and beautiful as you are. "I'd like to see you again if you're willing," he went on. "I could take you out to dinner, maybe buy you something nice. I'm married so we'd have to be careful. Why don't I give you my business card? If you want to see me again, or if you ever need help, you can give me a call." Then, with business card in hand, he realized the obvious. "Oh, I forgot," he said laughing. "You don't have any place to put this. I'll put it here, under the railing. You can come back and pick it up sometime when your hands are free." Then he stood and helped me to my feet. "Are you going to be alright?" I nodded. "Do you want me to put this back on you?" he asked holding up the ball gag. I nodded again. He put the ball gag back on, wished me luck with my dare, and walked back the way he had come. I was speechless! Okay, when he was talking to me I was speechless. I had been acting like a star struck little schoolgirl. Now that I had the ball gag in my mouth I simply couldn't speak. But I looked after the guy as he walked away and couldn't help but think how handsome he was. I've already been back to that bridge to get his card. I think I'm going to give him a call. Anyway, once again I was alone with my thoughts -- and my naked body. At this point I was so tired I had almost lost all fear of being seen. All I wanted was to get home. I waited until I heard no cars, then I took off running. I stayed off the side of the tracks, close to the wooden fences. I tried to stay down, hoping I wouldn't be seen by anyone who might be out behind the businesses on the other side of the tracks. Once, at a gap in the fence, I saw some kids in a yard. But I'm pretty sure they didn't see me. Amazingly, I made it through that populated area without being caught by anyone! I saw the Peep show sign on top of a building up ahead and realized I was almost home-free. Then I saw where the hole in the fence was and realized I wasn't quite home-free yet. Right beside the hole in the fence, on my side of the fence, two guys were standing. One had no pants on and was bent over, holding on to the fence with both hands. The other had his pants down around his ankles and was fucking the first from behind. The guys were shielded from view to anyone in the parking lot. The vines and shrubs on the other side of the fence were quite thick. But I had a perfect view of the two of them. And it was quite an intense sight! It gave me a new understanding of the attraction men feel for going to peep-shows. The guy doing the fucking was really pounding the other guy's ass. With each thrust their bodies were making slapping sounds. The guy on the receiving end was doing a lot of quiet grunting and moaning. He had his back arched, and his legs spread. I could see about half of his face, and his expression was so erotic I swear I'll never forget it. If I could have masturbated right then, I surely would have. As it is, every time I think back on how that guy looked with his muscular ass getting reamed, I end up playing with myself. I watched those guys fuck until they finished. Then, as they stood there, one guy pressed up against the other guy's ass, I decided to make a run for it. I knew they were going to see me, but I also knew that Scott's car was only a short distance away. I ran right past those guys, not even turning to see the look on their faces. I dashed through the break in the fence and looked until I saw Scott's car parked about halfway between the fence and the street. 'THANK GOD,' I was thinking! Then I started running again. I saw one man sitting in his car as I ran past. I heard him get out, but I didn't stop or slow down. I headed straight for Scott's car. When I got there I had to turn my back to the passenger side door so I could open it with my cuffed hands. The man from the car was walking straight towards me. A surge of panic went through me. I frantically got Scott's car door open. I turned to get in. I took one last look behind me. And then I gave up. I guess that shows just how easy I am! I had been about to jump in the car and try to get the doors locked. I might even have been able to do it before the guy got there. But instead I just gave up. I looked back, saw how close the man was, and instead of jumping in the car, I just lay my head on the seat, closed my eyes, and waited. I knew what was coming. My whole posture was an invitation to this guy. My feet were on the ground outside the car, my chest was on the car seat, my legs were spread. I'm guessing he didn't have to do too much thinking to know that I expected to get fucked. I heard his footsteps as he approached behind me. I heard the sounds of him dropping his pants. Then I felt him take hold of my hips and guide his cock into my still sloppy cunt. He was big! Not long, I guess. I'm not sure. But I know his cock was thick. I could tell that much for sure. Still, I didn't react much. I was too tired. I just hung there, being held up by his hands and let him fuck me. He pulled out after a half-dozen strokes. Then he started pushing his cock against my asshole. That surprised me! I wanted him to stop, or at least slow down, but I had no way to tell him so. All I could do was try to relax my asshole. It didn't work. The guy was just too damn thick. When his cock popped inside me, the pain shot through me like fire. If you've ever been fucked in the ass you probably know what I'm talking about. It's the kind of pain that makes you scream and takes your breath away all at the same time. I did scream -- into the ball gag. Then, as he began taking shallow strokes, the pain began to subside. His strokes got deeper and my ass began to accept them, even though it felt like I was being stretched to the limit. Before long it even started feeling good. Then he reached under me and began playing with my clit. That's when I started loosing it. I was moaning, pushing back against him, arching my back, lifting my head -- and I found myself looking straight at Scott, grinning at me broadly through the driver's side window. I wasn't able to think at that point. When I looked at Scott there was no sense of relief, or anger, or anything else for that matter. I just looked at him, thinking about nothing at all for the space of about two strokes - and then I had a massive orgasm. It was big -- really big! It made me scream. It made my sight go blurry. It sent my pussy and ass into spasms. I found myself unable to clench my asshole at all. I was just wide open with this thick cock slamming into me. I think I saw stars right up until the time the guy came and finally pulled out of me. I collapsed where I was, then finally looked behind me only to see three men (including the one who had fucked me) looking down at my soaking ass and pussy. I felt a surge of relief when Scott came around the car and said, "Okay guys, show's over. She's too tired to fuck anymore today. If you come back next Saturday afternoon, I'll probably let you fuck her then." And as the guys watched, Scott helped me into the passenger seat and sat me down. He took off the ball-gag; unlocked the handcuffs. He gave me a shirt to put on. Then he went around to the driver's side and got in. Just before we pulled out, the guy who had taken my ass spoke, "Thank you both for that experience. You have the sweetest ass I've ever seen," he said to me. "I just hope you'll let me have it again." I mustered up the strength to smile back at him. "You can count on it," I said.