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"Thank you!" you yell, as you feel the clump of wiggling fingers just inside you. | "Thank you!" you yell, as you feel the clump of wiggling fingers just inside you. | ||
| - | The abuse continues for a while, but once each boy has covered you in his seed, they drain away. | + | The abuse continues for a while, but once each boy has covered you in his seed, they drain away. |
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| + | Then: | ||
| + | *Finally, you have the stall to yourself again. Or so you thought. The security guard comes, and [[Takes you in for questioning]] | ||
| + | *[[One of the boys stays behind]] | ||
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Current revision as of 07:15, 25 April 2009
"Well, I think our piss slut should piss herself," one of the boys says. The others chime in in agreement.
You obey, peeing into the bowl beneath you.
"Now a swirly!" They cheer. Before you can protest or obey, they pull you horizontal and flip you over. Your hands are crossed above you head, still handcuffed. Kneeling with your head in the bowl, presenting your ass to these boys, you feel so used.
Then your head is pressed into the water in the bowl. Submerged in your own piss, and the runoff of the boys, they hold you there for a moment before letting you back up, a hand grabbing your hair roughly. You feel hands, at least three, on your ass, pulling it wide open. You know that they're about to rape your asshole. Fumbling hands smear what smells like hand soap from the sinks on your asshole, to lubricate it.
"Lap it up!" the one holding your hair orders. You obey, lapping at the piss-filled bowl.
"Now everyone get a finger in!" yells another. Oh god, you think, and then it begins.
First one, then two, three fingers in your ass, hooked and pulling you open. You yell into the bowl as more and more just seem to keep coming. A hand forces you to submerge again, and you gargle piss as you feel your asshole stretching. It doesn't matter if you clench or unclench, they spread you anyway.
A hand pulls you up. "What do you say, girlie?" he asks.
"Thank you!" you yell, as you feel the clump of wiggling fingers just inside you.
The abuse continues for a while, but once each boy has covered you in his seed, they drain away.
Then:
- Finally, you have the stall to yourself again. Or so you thought. The security guard comes, and Takes you in for questioning
- One of the boys stays behind
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
