12 comments/ 122133 views/ 116 favorites Drunk Jane Taken Pt. 01 By: pleasemistress Jane opened her eyes. Her head was swimming, and she tried to bring her hand to her forehead, but her wrist was caught. The first thing she realized was that she was still drunk, and feeling very woozy. The second, that she was on all fours, torso resting on a bench of some sort. Her wrists and ankles were bound in place, secured to the bench somehow. She wriggled in vain. A streak of light fell onto Jane's face, making her look up. The door had opened, briefly revealing the silhouette of a muscular young man as he slipped inside the room. Suddenly she remembered. The frat party, of course. After a fight with her long-distance boyfriend on the phone, she felt like blowing off some steam, and had gone to the wild party alone. She could hear footsteps, as the figure approached her from behind. He stood right behind her, and she regretted her clothing choices for the night. What had she been thinking? Angry with her boyfriend and wanting some attention, she had worn one of her favorite dresses, a teeny floral sundress that ended just under her ass, exposing her long smooth legs. As long as she stayed upright, like she had planned, the length wasn't a problem. But she hadn't anticipated being in this position... A warm flush grew across Jane's face as she realized her whole ass must be on display to the guy behind her. She couldn't remember what underwear she had worn, but she hoped it was the type that covered more. She also found herself thinking, somewhat perversely, that she hoped it was a cute pair, not a laundry day pair. "Can you help me," she slurred, "I'm stuck..." She wiggled around on the bench, not really cognizant of her situation. The wiggling did nothing to release the thick straps that held her wrists and ankles secure, but it did rub her nipples against the cold bench, making them hard through the thin fabric. The guy didn't reply, didn't make any noise, but she could sense him standing behind her. "scuse me, dude" Nothing was coming out right. She wanted to ask him to let her go, but she was confused and groggy, and she wasn't sure he could hear her. Silence filled the room, except for faint bass that thumped through the floor from music downstairs. She found herself nodding off, cheek against the bench, until a hand brushed her ass cheek gently. She could feel it, but felt too far away to care. She didn't react. The guy behind her reached out with both hands this time, cupping her cheeks in his hands and squeezing. He ran his hands over her backside, up and down her thighs and ass, before brushing them against her pussy. She whimpered. "Please," she cried out, slowly understanding what was going on. She didn't want this to happen, she had always remained faithful to her boyfriend. "Please, no," He doubled his efforts, started stroking her through her underwear more firmly. In her drunken state, it started to feel good. "No!" she cried out. He smacked her ass, which didn't hurt much in her state, mostly just humiliated her. He walked around the bench and stopped directly in front of her. It was dark in the room, and she couldn't keep her eyes open, but she registered his jeans swimming in front of her face. "You're gonna be a good girl now," he said in a soothing tone. He brushed his fingers against her lips. They smelled good, like he had just washed his hands. "No," she moaned. He placed a finger between her lips and pushed her teeth apart. "Yes," he said softly, and slid his finger into her mouth. He thrust it in and out a few times, wetting her lips. Using his other hand, he unzipped his pants. He took his hardening dick in hand and tried to guide it into her mouth. Jane clamped her lips shut and tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her by the throat with both hands and thrust into her mouth. He let it sit there for a few seconds, and she could feel him swelling and filling up her mouth. "Mmmrf," she tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on her neck, and began thrusting slowly in and out of her mouth. Being completely tied down, there was nothing she could do about it, except let him violate her mouth. And he was big. Bigger than her boyfriend, for sure. She was embarrassed to feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. He hit the back of her mouth, then pulled out a couple inches. She gasped, trying to get some air, but instead he thrust forward again and she felt the pressure of his cock at the back of her throat. He pushed, so slowly, and the tip slid into her throat. He groaned. He took his hand off her neck. "Good girl," he murmured again, smoothing her hair down with his hand. His cock still strained at her throat, slowly increasing the pressure. "Oh my god, yes," he said, "let me fuck your throat, slut." He forced his cock forward, and her throat gave way. He pushed all the way in, moaning, until his pubes ground against her lips. Her body begged for air, but he still thrust in, out, in, out, in, and finally all the way out. She gasped and felt the pleasure of cool air refreshing her lungs. She was embarrassed to feel that her pussy had gotten so wet it was literally dripping into her panties. She hoped he wouldn't notice. He stood in front of her, cock in hand, rubbing it gently. "Your throat is so good, I wanted to come right down it." He forced his wet cock back into her mouth, and let it slide across her warm lips and tongue. Softly at first, she began licking the underside of his shaft as he thrust in and out. Anything to stop him from shoving it down her throat again. "Mmmm, yes, good girl," he said, grabbing a handful of her hair at the back of her head and pushing her head forward onto his cock. She gulped air between thrusts, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He pounded away, and she tasted precum drops on her tongue, but again he pulled out. He grinned. "I have other plans for you." He walked around her limp form until he was behind her again. "Ooh, good girl," he chuckled. He pulled her panties down, until they were stretched between her knees. He laughed. "I didn't realize you were enjoying yourself so much," he said, and once that registered with her, a deep blush crept over her face. He took his cock in hand and slid it along her slit, the head just barely making contact with her skin. Then nothing. She waited. She was unbelievably horny, and wanted release. But nothing happened. He just stood behind her, not touching her. 'What are you waiting for?' she thought, but dared not say aloud. She didn't want to encourage him. "Well?" he asked, "don't you want me to fuck you?" "No," she whimpered. He didn't answer, but somewhere behind her, he opened a drawer and rummaged around for something. He found it and slammed the drawer shut. She heard a few clicks, then a low buzzing. Oh god. What was he doing back there? She soon found out, when he pressed a vibrator to her clit. She jerked suddenly. She would have fallen off the bench if she hadn't been tied to it. It felt so good, and he was obviously skilled. He rubbed her clit with the vibrator, going in slow circles at first, but building speed until she could barely take it. "Ah!... No!...mmmm..." she gasped. She kept opening her mouth to beg him to stop, but only moans came out. She couldn't stop. It felt so good, she hadn't been touched in so long. She couldn't handle all the sensations, she could feel an orgasm building. She was near tears now. "Please, no! Stop!" But he didn't stop. He grabbed her by the waist and circled the vibrator faster. She panted, buried her face in the bench, and tried to ignore what was happening to her. Pleasure coursed through her body, she couldn't stop, she was at the edge, almost there, she needed to come. He teased her with the vibrator, bringing it to her opening, but not penetrating her, before assaulting her clit with it again. She didn't know if she would come or cry first; she had no control over what was happening to her, and half of her wanted to run away, but the other half of her wanted his cock so badly. She teetered on the edge, about to come... The young man set the vibrator aside and stepped right behind her, between her bound legs, so that the two of them were almost touching. He brought the tip of his cock to her opening, sliding it up and down, but still not penetrating her. She felt like screaming. "Please," she said, but that was all she could get out. "Oh," he purred, "now you're more compliant, aren't you?" "NO!" She almost shouted. "Please, don't!" But she wanted him so badly it ached, and he could tell. "Too bad," he said, and grinned, although she couldn't see him. His cock had turned so red it was almost purple, and it screamed for attention. Seeing this sexy girl all tied up and helpless made him harder than he'd ever been. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was gasping for air. He thrust forward and rammed into her, making her scream. He groaned with pleasure. He had never felt anything as good as her hot tiny pussy squeezing his big cock. He could have come right then, but he wanted to savor this. Jane sobbed "No! Stop," as he slowly dragged his hard cock back out dripping. She could feel every inch sliding out of her, agonizingly. Suddenly he grabbed her around her little waist and blasted into her, pulling out then thrusting forward with all his momentum. Jane's poor pussy was stretched out around the stranger's massive cock, and could feel him hit the deepest part of her with each thrust. It hurt, but felt good in a really primal way. She didn't think her rapist had bothered to put a condom on, which meant that he was pounding away at her raw, with no protection between them. Just his big straining stiff cock, dripping with precum and invading the deepest part of her. "NOOOOOooooooooooo," she howled. She could feel the pressure building up, her pussy getting hotter and hotter. She couldn't hold it in, she needed to come. The stranger grabbed her around the throat and fucked her for all he was worth, which sent her over the edge. Dazed, Jane screamed and moaned with pleasure, almost sobbing because it felt so good. Her pussy squeezed and squirted, creating a puddle on the floor under her. "Mmm, you liked that, didn't you?" the young man purred, pulling out slowly. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet..." Drunk Jane Taken Pt. 03 Brad froze. He had just come a second before, and was still buried deep in helpless Jane's ass. Someone at the party had heard her muffled screams, and was knocking at the door. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't get caught like this! "Just a second," he shouted at the door, starting to pull his cock out of Jane's hot little ass. But it was too late. The door swung open, and two guys stood there, one black and one white. Probably other college students, they had obviously been drinking at the party. "What the fuck?!" said one of them. "Guys, wait, it's not what it looks like," Brad started. "I swear. Please close the door!" They stepped inside, and closed the door behind them. "What the fuck is going on?" one of them asked. "Guys, um," Brad came up with a lie easily. "So sorry about this. This is my girlfriend, Mandy, and she is freaky! I'm really sorry you walked in on us, but I promise, she's having a great time!" They looked at Jane doubtfully. She was still strapped to a bench, all four limbs tied down. Brad had just fucked her in all three holes, and she was sweaty and dripping with his cum. Her mini dress was pushed up around her waist, and her panties were stretched between her knees. Tears leaked down her face, and she groaned through her gag. Brad grabbed another handkerchief and tied it around her eyes to blindfold her. "She's fine, we do this all the time, she actually loves it," he went on. The guys still looked unsure, but they were drunk and a little confused, and he knew he could convince them. "In fact," he dropped his voice to almost a whisper, "she has been begging me to let other guys fuck her with me... since you two have been so cool about this, maybe you'd be interested...?" He could see the hungry look in their eyes as they gazed at Jane's body. Her long, tanned legs were tied open so her pussy and ass were completely on display to the boys. "I don't know man, are you sure she's okay?" one of them asked. "Absolutely," said Brad, knowing they couldn't resist her hot young pussy. "She loves this stuff. She'd be begging you for it, if I didn't have her gagged. Please guys, help me out, make her dreams come true." He could tell from their faces that they were already convinced. He slapped them on the back and grinned. "Gotta love freaky girls, right? I'm gonna go wash up in the bathroom, I'll be right back. You two both been tested for diseases?" They both nodded. "Good. She's on the pill, no need for condoms." He grinned to himself as he walked to the bathroom. Then it was just Jane and the two newcomers in the room. Jane was trying to listen to their conversation, but she kept sliding in and out of consciousness. She heard when Brad left the room and closed the door, which scared her. The two new guys were standing behind her, admiring her pussy. Her face burned with embarrassment when she realized that she was tied open, completely on display to them. She felt their eyes appraising her, hungrily looking at her most private parts. One of them stepped forward, and bending down to his knees, pushed his face into her pussy and started licking. He slid his tongue from her clit down to her opening, then back up. He licked in long, steady strokes, his tongue firmly pressing against her clit and lips. He started slow, but her freshly fucked body responded quickly to his hot mouth. She could feel another orgasm start to build, hot tingling pressure that threatened to explode. She moaned through the gag, unable to control herself. "Ooh, yes," the other man said. "What a dirty girl, she really is enjoying this." He moved around to the front of the bench, and stroked her cheek. He pulled the handkerchief out of her mouth. Dazed, she tried to shout, but she didn't react quickly enough, because he shoved his cock into her mouth almost immediately. It was even bigger than the last cock, filling her mouth completely. He moaned loudly, and held her head in place with his hands as he thrust forward into her mouth. The other guy was still licking at her clit eagerly, and now he started to fuck her tight pussy with his fingers. Jane was exhausted from all the fucking, and although she didn't know it, the roofie Brad had given her was relaxing all the muscles in her body. She couldn't fight back anymore, and tried to stay limp to weather their abuse until they were satisfied. The cock in her mouth strained, stretching her small mouth painfully wide. He pushed in deeper, stretching her throat with his fat cock. She tried to gasp for air but could not get any, and felt her lungs screaming for air. The man in her mouth thrust roughly, and she felt her relaxed throat muscles give way several inches. She gurgled, drool running down her chin. Still blindfolded, she couldn't even see the guys raping her. She couldn't shout for help, or move, and they were going to use her body to satisfy themselves. She felt the fingers leave her throbbing pussy, only to be quickly replaced by a cock. His smooth, raw cockhead rubbed up and down her unprotected slit, bringing her close to orgasm again. He plunged into her pussy with a roar, splitting her painfully open again. She could feel skin-on-skin, and knew that these guys weren't even using condoms. The guy in her throat stayed there, rocking slightly back and forth, but keeping his cock painfully deep. Her head pounded from lack of oxygen, and she blacked out for a second or two. She had never felt like this in her life, just completely powerless and in trouble, like a disposable item or toy, to just be ruined and tossed away. The two men built up their rhythm, taking her from both ends. It felt amazing for them, feeling the shudders ripple through her body. They each thrust harder now, bouncing her small body between them mercilessly. She had her mouth and face stretched open by one huge slimy cock, and her pussy stretched wide around another. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and how wrong. The door opened again, and Brad came back in. He smiled, seeing her bounce between the two men furiously pounding at her. He walked up and ran his hands all over her body in a proprietary way. He stepped carefully over the bench and placed his half-hard cock at her asshole again. She moaned, trying to tell him not to, but her moaning only made the cock in her throat swell more. Brad barely managed to squeeze his dick, even half-soft, into Jane's asshole. He started pumping slowly, matching his rhythm with the other two fucking her. Even with as out of it as she was, Jane was aware of what was happening to her. The three cocks pounded at her insides, filling her body more than it had ever been filled, slamming her so hard she felt she would rip in half. She squealed around the cock in her mouth, feeling utterly used and degraded, but also feeling her orgasm building and building. Finally it was too much, and Jane started coming uncontrollably. Her tensing body betrayed her and squeezed the cocks in her pussy and ass, making the men groan wildly with pleasure. She came hard, squirting, but was so filled with cock that her come just ran down her legs instead. The guy in her pussy yelled "I'm coming!" and began to fill her with cum. He shot his load into her unprotected pussy as her spasms milked him, sucking his sperm deep into her body. He came for what seemed like forever, and she could feel each hot splash coat her insides with his dirty cum. She was not on birth control like Brad had said, and hated him for filling her up with his potent come. He shot deep, not even caring if she got pregnant, spurting into her. It was the best fuck of his life. Seeing Jane's abused body forced to take a stranger's sperm sent Brad over the edge, and he came too, adding his load to the cum already in her ass and dripping out. The guy in her mouth tightened his grip on her neck, and ground her face into his pubes as he shot his cum down her throat. They pulled out, exhausted, and Jane felt so strangely empty and used. Brad sent the two others away, saying that he would untie and take care of his girlfriend. Jane hoped it was true.