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Megan was sitting outside the dorm rooms, quietly studying for her Organic Chemistry exam. As a bio-mechanical engineering major, she was constantly studying and didn't get out much. So she tried to at least study outside, to get some sun at least.
"Hey Megan!" Megan looked up and saw her roommate from last year approaching. Gina started her Freshman year as an engineering but quickly changed her mind after rushing the sorority. After that, Gina kinda ignored Megan since they didn't have much in common.
"Hi Gina." Megan greeted.
Gina bounced up to the table. "So, there's a party tomorrow night and I was hoping you would be my guest? I need to bring someone new, you know, so people aren't just hanging out with the same crowd."
When Megan didn't immediately reply, Gina continued. "I know we haven't had a chance to catch up much this year, but I could really use the favor. If you don't like it, you can leave early."
Megan sighed. She wanted more friends at school. She was a Sophomore and still haven't really established a friend group here. All her fellow engineering majors never socialized and she felt lonely. Maybe this was a chance to get out, be social, maybe make a new friend.
"Ok, sure. I'll go."
Gina brightened. "Awesome! I'll text you the details." She waved at the dorm. "I gotta head inside to meet up with Justin. I'll see you tomorrow!"
And that was how Megan got invited to the worst night of her life.
******
Megan arrived about an hour late, knowing that Gina would likely be late as well. She didn't want to show up before Gina. Not to a party where she didn't know anyone else. Thankfully, she timed it right and Gina was already there.
"Megan! I'm so glad you came." Gina's eyes were bright and a little too big. Gina gestured to another friend standing with her and not so silently said, "See, told you that Megan would come through!"
Megan shyly waved "hi" and entered the house. The house was a large single-story not too far from the university, but also a bit out of the way. It was set back a little from the neighboring houses, which was a good thing so the party noise wouldn't disturb the neighbors.
Gina ushered Megan to the drinks area and promptly gave her a jello shot. "Here."
Megan lifted her hands in refusal. "I don't drink."
"Megan, trust me. Tonight will be a lot better if you take this now. You'll regret not drinking this. Just drink it." Gina looked like she was almost pleading.
Before Megan could refuse again, a guy walked up to Gina and said, "Gina, you brought a party favor. Awesome." His appraisal of Megan, almost like a leer but dismissive, was weird and unsettling.
Gina snapped her head towards him, almost like she wanted to tell him to shut up. Instead, she led Megan to the family room. Megan settled on a loveseat, content to watch everyone else. The party was on the smaller side, only about 15 or so people scattered throughout the house.
It was like any other college party. Lots of alcohol, some cliques socializing just with each other, and a few people dancing to the loud music. Just like any other college party.
Until...
About 45 minutes after Megan arrived, everyone started drifting into the family room where she sat.
"Truth or Dare!"
Megan gave a small smile, entertained and content to watch people get even more drunk,
During the first few rounds, her little loveseat got a little crowded. Megan tried to make herself smaller, take up less room, but the guy sitting next to her kept bumping into her. And another guy settled on the armrest on her other side, crowding her too. Soon, it was hard to pay attention to anyone else, because they both started invading her space. Little touches. Then a hand on her thigh, moving up.
Megan didn't know what to do. Should she say something? But that would call more attention to it and she didn't want to make a scene. She would push their hands away, hoping they get the hint that she was not interested in doing anything. But the hands returned. One on her shoulder, his thumb stroking back and forth. She rolled her should trying to shake him off, then brushed his hand away. Then the hand crawled up her thigh, sliding in. Again, Megan pushed the hand away. She turned slightly, but realized that the other side wasn't any safer.
She got up from the loveseat, determined to find a safe spot in the kitchen.
Then the focus was suddenly on her.
"Megan, truth or dare?"
Megan shook her head, "Oh, I'm not playing."
She was trying to get to the kitchen through the people in the family room when one of the guys from the loveseat jerked her back.
"Dare!" someone called out, choosing for her.
But Megan was more focused on the guy preventing her escape to the kitchen. Her back was to his chest, his arm across her waist, trapping her against him. Megan wiggled, trying to get free. He bumped his hips forward once, and Megan felt it.
Dread wrapped around Megan's spine. She froze like a baby mouse hoping the predator would overlook her.
"How about a kiss?"
The guy behind her reached up to grab her face. He twisted her around.
His kiss was demanding and aggressive. That was her first kiss. An assault by a drunken loser.
That kiss was like a pistol going off. Everyone was now focused on her, and not in a good way. She just became the evening's entertainment.
Hands, so many hands were suddenly touching her all over. Hands grabbed onto hers, blocking her from striking out. Hands sliding underneath her top and bra, caressing the bottom of her breasts. Hands undoing the back of said bra. Hands dipping in her pants, groping her buttcheeks. Hands caressing the inside of her thighs. Hands fisting her hair, tilting her head back for another dominating kiss. Hands tightening around her throat, threatening to close her airway if she resisted. Hands sliding there, where no one has ever touched her. Just hands everywhere.
Distantly, she heard someone thanking Gina for the party favor. And she wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she swore she heard Gina laugh.
Megan spaced a little. When she opened her eyes with clarity again, she saw Gina. Gina, the one who laughed. Brought Megan as a "party favor" to this party. The one who said Megan would regret not taking the jello shot earlier. The one who listened to Megan cry last year at feeling so alone and homesick. The one who knew that Megan was asexual and had no interest in dating or sex.
The one who was holding something in front of Megan. A pill. Gina told her, "Last chance. Take it. It'll help."
Megan didn't know what it was. But she knew she was out of her depth. And despite Gina's betrayal in inviting her here as a party favor, despite the fact that Gina wasn't protesting Megan's treatment, Megan still trusted her.
Megan opened her mouth and the pill started to dissolve on her tongue almost immediately. It tasted horrible, like chemicals rotting manure.
Gina held up a jello shot. "Need a chaser?"
Megan accepted the jello shot, with Gina helping her since her hands were still restricted.
Then Gina leaned in and kissed Megan. Gently and sweetly, like Megan was beloved. "You are so alluring, Megan."
Megan was so deeply confused.
But the hands didn't give her time to process that sweet kiss or Gina's words.
Hands that were now removing her clothing.
Then Megan was standing completely naked. Exposed and vulnerable before a crowd of strangers with leers on their faces. Gina disappeared somewhere out of sight. Not a single ally or friend.
So alone.
"Please." was all Megan said. A plea for mercy.
Please stop. Please don't do this. Please don't hurt me. Please let me go home.
Megan was forced down to her knees and all she could see was a cock hanging in front of her face. The hand fisting her hair pulled her head back. "Suck."
The cock slapped her across her cheeks. Smeared precum all over her face. It smelled awful.
"Show me how much you want my cock, bitch."
But Megan didn't want it. This was the last thing she wanted.
A girl Megan didn't recognize said, "If you don't suck his cock, they'll just gonna start beating you. Just go along with everything and you won't get hurt."
Megan still didn't open her open. Some intrusive hands on her breasts decided to encourage her. Sudden pain as both of her nipples were twisted. "Play along."
When Megan gasped in pain, the cock thrusted in. The unfamiliar feel of the cock filling her mouth, gliding over her tongue. She gagged, then started choking on the cock forced down her throat. Tears leaked out from her closed eyes. But the cock kept thrusting, uncaring whether she could breathe. Megan had the very real fear that she would die choking on a cock. Flashes of her parents discovering her naked, dead from asphyxiation from a cock. She never felt so scared and ashamed.
But her instinct to live found a way to breathe in those quick moments when his cock withdrew. But it wasn't enough air.
Megan struggled harder, determined to get a full breath of air. For a moment, she thought she saw a cell phone held up like it was recording everything. But Megan's focus was on breathing.
Then the cock started to jerk and pulled out. Megan was so relieved to get a full breath. Until he came all over her face, including in her open mouth gasping for air.
"Anyone have a marker? We should keep track of how many loads she takes tonight. I bet she can break a record."
Megan died inside.
It was so painfully obvious that this was not their first time doing this. And it was clear that one guy forcing oral sex was just the beginning.
More hands forced her on her belly. Someone straddled her, then started writing on her upper back. Then laughter as everyone read what was written. "That's perfect," one girl said.
Then the hands flipped Megan on her back.
"Please no more." Megan cried.
Another guy straddled her, waving his cock in her face. Megan twisted her head to the slide, but hands forced her head back to the cock. And like before, they started twisting her nipples. And like before, the cock shoved in when she opened her mouth to scream.
The second cock tasted better in comparison, and she hated that she was thankful that the second cock was smaller.
This was what her life was reduced to. Being thankful that the cock raping her mouth was smaller.
As he fucked her face, Megan could feel the hands resume the exploration of her body. In particular, hands forcing her legs apart. Megan's protests silenced by the cock in her throat.
A soft touch there. Lightly feathering over her, caressing her.
Then, more boldly, fingers stroking her outer labia.
"She's fucking wet."
Megan could have just died from the humiliation. No. No. No. She wasn't aroused. She didn't want this. But she couldn't deny the fact that the fingers didn't need additional lube to slide smoothly back and forth.
"Don't worry baby. We'll make you feel real good tonight. Fuck you nice and deep."
The fingers spread her inner labia lips apart and would just lightly tease her clit. Megan's legs involuntarily spread a little wider.
And the cock fucking her mouth orgasmed in a burst. Her mouth filled with come and Megan's first instinct was to spit it out.
"Add another tally mark!"
"Nah, just restart the tally on this side. We're having too much fun to flip her over again."
Then they were writing on her chest. This time Megan could see what they wrote.
THIS SLUT FUCKED
II
IN ONE NIGHT
And a phone was out, taking pictures to spread her shame all over campus.
"I bet she's a good fuck. Real tight. Hey slut, you ever fuck someone before?" It was the first guy, the one who greeted Megan and Gina by the jello shots. The first one to call her a party favor.
Megan just continued crying, her words stuck in her throat.
He nestled between her legs. His cock was already out, hard and bouncing to the left.
He leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear. "If you act like you want this, I'll go nice and slow. Otherwise, I'll make you bleed. You got me?" Megan nodded through her tears.
"Open your eyes."
Megan open her eyes. And again saw the phone recording her.
"You want this, don't you?"
In the smallest voice, Megan sobbed, "Yes."
"You're just a cock hungry slut, aren't you?"
Megan nodded, fear blazoned in her eyes.
"Beg for my cock. Show me that you are deserving of me fucking you."
Megan took a deep breath. She looked straight at the camera and said in a dead but clear voice, "Please give me your cock. I'm empty and I need you to fill me up."
Megan wished she could slap that smirk off his face. But he followed through with his promise. His hand came down, and he started fingering her gently. Megan tried to hide the wince of pain of being penetrated for the first time.
And she accepted that she was going to loss her virginity that night. And that he likely wouldn't be the only one who is going to fuck her tonight. She tried to memorize everyone's faces, but they started to blur together.
She felt gross. Like a sex toy about to be abused.
His cock nudged against her. He slide along the outside, coating his cock in her arousal.
"Get a close up so everyone can see how wet she is. Just dying for cock."
Megan just died inside as everyone laughed.
Then he was pressing inside. Slow, as he promised. But completely unwavering in the fact that he was getting in. "Fuck, she's tight." he groaned. He thrusted softly, slowing opening her vagina to accept his cock. She felt like it was a stretch but it wasn't painful. Unsure if it was because of the pill or the jello shot or the fact that he penetrated her slowly, Megan still afraid that it would begin to hurt. But it didn't hurt.
He was rocking his cock back and forth, fucking her so completely. She could feel his balls rest against her every time he thrusted in, and he withdrew so he had to reopen her each time. It was a clear show of dominance and power over her. She had no power here except to just take it.
Another guy straddled her head to force another cock into her. Megan didn't fight it this time. She choked on the cock.
Megan lost time. She remembered them coming and others taking their place. She just floated, let her body get used. She wasn't in pain.
This was her life now.
A party favor to be used. And discarded.
When Megan came back down to herself, she woke up in her bed. Dressed in a red cocktail dress which she didn't remember buying much less putting on.
Confused, Megan went to the bathroom so she could inspect herself. Was that a dream? A nightmare? Did her mind make the whole thing up?
And as she stripped off the dress, she saw the writing on her chest.
THIS SLUT FUCKED
IIIII IIIII IIIII III
IN ONE NIGHT
When Megan looked at her phone, she had hundreds of missed phone calls and hundreds of text messages. Apparently, Gina uploaded pictures of last night to Anyone Up? and uploaded videos of Megan begging for cock to a bunch of porn sites.
Gina did send her one text. "Sorry Megan, but I had to share you with the world."