Run out the open door
From Create Your Own Story
Gathering your wits, you notice the open door leading to a dark passageway and possible freedom. Runk is snoring, meaning he is alive and may wake and once again desire to use his massive battering-ram of a cock on your soft virgin tenderness. You scramble to your feet and attempt to leap over his arm and cock in one bound but your bare foot slips in his drool. Your foot lands on his arm and you crash on his belly, bouncing off and sprawling across his cock with your face planted right on his massive nut sack.
The odour is actually quite alluring.
You consciously feel his cock as you push yourself back up. Its so substantial and hot. You take one more look at its magnificence. You have a similar feeling to leaving a warm bed on a cold early morning. you desire to stay feeling the cock with your face sniffing around his bag and pubes. The desire for escape is stronger, more sensible though and you run through the door. You momentarily can't see, going from the bright viewing room to the dark corridor and run right into a short stout soft person. Strong hands grab both your wrists. Your eyes adjust and you notice you are surrounded by eight short fat naked bald men. Their cocks dangle limp, but are an impressive size. They all gaze at you appreciatively in the skimpy babydoll.
"Does everything here have a big cock?" you wonder.
Head lamps suddenly one by one illuminate on each of their foreheads.
You feel something touch you just above your knees and look down to see the fat midgets erection. He gives one of your arms to one of the others and turns on his headlamp. You turn to the other to see his cock immediately begin quickly growing after grabbing your arm.
Eveywhere you look you're blinded by headlamps. Hands grab you ankles and your lifted off the floor, eventually suspended belly up by the four. You struggle and scream at them but they ignore you and are quite strong. The other four surround you and hands touch and roam your body, your legs, belly, bum, breasts.... Their cocks all become hard after touching you. Anywhere you look you see cocks jutting towards you. Two of the men have retrieved scissors from somewhere and begin cuttig off your lingere and in moments you're nude. Chubby warm little hands are now feeling and squeezing your bare flesh. Cocks poke and rub against you.
You're placed on a cold vinyl covered sort of examination table and are held still by the many hands.
You're sure you're about to be raped and begin crying, looking for help anywhere. A tall figure emerges from the shadows walking towards you. His headlamp turns on. You can't see him until he is alongside you. The chubby hands cease their groping of you. Its an older man, maybe 60. He has a tank on his back, compressed gas of some sort you guess.
Once beside you he gazes up and down your nudity. The beam of light moving from below your crotch, hovering about and then up to your firm tits.
"She's nice," he says.
He places a hand on your belly, circles slightly brushing his nails through your pubic hair, then moves up and cups a breast, squeezing.
"Please..." you implore.
"Quiet!" the old man says and painfully pinches a nipple.
"Ouch! Hey! What..."
<Pinch>
"Owww!"
"Quiet!"
You remain quiet.
"Did Runk touch her?" he asks.
"We don't know, Sir." one of the fat little men replies.
"No!" you interject,
<pinch>
"Ouch!"
Looking down at you, the old man feels and squeezes your left tit. He then holds you nipple between thumb and finger and applies a small amount of pressure, warning you.
"Open her legs!" he commands the fat midgets
You keep your mouth shut, but instinctively resist. Its futile. The strong fat men don't seem to notice your sttempts to hold your legs close and they are slowly forced wider and wider.
"More. More." the old man instructs.
Once you're almost doing the splits the old man signals the midgets that it's enough and slides his hand over your pussy, his other hand still lightly pinching your nipple. He gently feels and explores your ample pussy.
The old man stops exploring your cunt and moves to your head. You glance at his tented trousers and then back to his emotionless smiling face. He places a mask over your mouth and nose, a strap behind your head holding it in place.
In seconds the gases from the mask render you paralysed. You remain conscious, but the drugs are affecting you slowly making you foggy.
Your arms are placed beside you. Your legs are held open wide.
The old man again cups your pussy and massages and explores you fleshy labia.
"Wow, that's the meatiest snatch I've ever seen," he says in awe.
You blush completely humiliated.
"So fucking sexy. I'd pay a lot of money to do you, Gorgeous." he glances your way and winks.
You strangely feel pride by the crude comment.
He begins sliding his middle finger between your thick pussy flaps, contacting your clit. It feels nice. You can't help it. It feels so nice. You close your eyes embarrassed. When you look back to the old man, his finger squishing and slurping through your fleshy labia, he's staring, still smiling down at you.
"You're really wet. You like being touched, I guess. Can't help it, can you? Your body was programmed to want sex" he says.
You try to say, "Fuck you," but you say, "owugh aaaaw." Your mouth's paralysed, and besides you're not even angry. You realise its true. You love it. You enjoyed the pinch of your nipple too. You remember being pleasured by your uncle as he licked you there. You close your eyes and give in to the slippery finger and climb to an orgasm.
Once nice and juicy, the middle finger begins slowly pushing into your quaking vagina. In your foggy orgasmic state you welcome the finger in, mentally drawing it deep, wanting to be fucked, but you can't move. You want to push onto the finger. You've only pushed the tip of a finger in there once or twice, and even your dirty old uncle avoided your hymen completely, only venturing just inside your inner labia with his tongue. Your inner labia protruded well beyond your outer labia, like big rubbery lips. He loved nibbling and sucking your meaty flaps. You're drifting off, enjoying the thoughts and feelings.
"Cunt." you say to no one. "Cunt." you repeat.
"She's still a virgin," the old man says unexcitedly.
You open your eyes one last time to see the old man sucking his middle finger. As you slip into unconsciousness you feel the many hands resume groping and the finger again grooving your labia, pleasuring your clit.
