A Beautiful Autumn Morning

Maggie woke to a beautiful autumn morning. The trees outside her window were barer than yesterday, but still presented a gorgeous visual symphony of oranges, reds, and browns. Tiny birds hopped from branch to branch, filling the otherwise quiet morning with their chatter, and the sun streamed in through the window, weak but warm. A beautiful autumn morning, that promised to become a beautiful autumn day.

And though she had no idea yet, it was also the day she’d be gang raped.

Maggie clung to the blanket covers, soaking in their warmth. She’d left the heat off last night, and now the room felt almost cold enough to see her breath. She stretched lazily, in no hurry to get out of bed, and a small contented smile played across her face.

It was very nearly the same position she’d be in for the first rape.

She’d be up in one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the frat house, away from the eyes of the other partygoers. The spiked drink would make getting her there simple. In her inebriated state, she’d passively let them lead her up the stairs, put her on the bed, even peel off her jeans.

It’s not until they try removing her panties that she grows uncooperative. Still out of it, she’d push their hands away, try to close her legs. When she starts to wonder out loud where she is and what she’s doing there, one of the boys loses patience with her. He forces her legs apart, tears her underwear off, and slams into her with all his weight behind him.

That would finally wake her up. She tries to scream, to fight, to run, but she’s outnumbered six to one. They shove her ripped panties into her mouth, sit on her arms and legs. She starts to cry as it sinks in that a total stranger is raping her, and there’s nothing she can do about it. All six boys laugh at her tears.

Maggie yawned her way into one last big stretch, and silenced her alarm, which had already been set to snooze three times. Her first class was only an hour and a half away, and by the time her last class was over, it would be nearly time for the party. Like it or not, she had to start her day.

She reluctantly kicked away the bed covers, revealing fuzzy pink pajamas. They were warm, but not nearly warm enough for the cold bedroom, and she immediately shivered and reached for the covers again before catching herself.

Once she managed to climb out of bed, it was a little easier. Maggie padded barefoot into the bathroom, taking care to step on the rugs and not the tiles. She pulled the bottom half of her pajamas down and lowered herself gingerly onto the toilet seat, wincing slightly as her bare flesh met the cool porcelain. She began doing her business, absently staring at the opposite wall.

Her next bowel movement would be excruciating, her rectum still sore and bruised after a seemingly endless series of anal rapes. The first one to take her back there would be one of the boys in the bedroom, the fifth to use her. He swears at the others when he sees the state of her pussy, gaping wide open and dribbling cum. After complaining about sloppy seconds, he flips her onto her stomach.

She’d never done anal before, but she realizes his intentions immediately, and begins begging through the gag. Her words come out as gibberish, and the boys mock her for it, parroting her with their own mushy mouth nonsense. They laugh even harder when the panicked redhead starts shrieking in response to her virgin asshole being forcibly widened.

As soon as he’s finished, her butt christened with a hot load of cum, another takes her back there, and then another. There were only six boys to start, but the entire fraternity, more than fifty students total, is in on the plan. They go in rotations, three or four of them leaving or rejoining the party every time. Nobody suspects a thing.

Before long, both her bottom holes are a mess, and there’s still dozens of frat boys impatient for their turn to fuck their prize. More often than not, she starts getting double teamed. The one beneath her would grab two handfuls of her firm butt cheeks, using them to bounce her crotch up and down on his stiff cock. The other boy would be behind her, hands on her hips, pushing her asshole back and forth across the length of his own member. They’d ride the squealing, squirming girl until they came, often at the same time, to be quickly replaced by another pair of eager rapists.

Maggie flushed the toilet.

She washed her hands in the sink, squirting just a few drops of lavender scented soap onto them. She put her hands up to her face and breathed in deep, enjoying the familiar smell. Her toes wriggled in the thick rug.

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, running her tongue over her teeth. Fishing her toothbrush out of its holder, Maggie ran it under the water, applied some sparkly toothpaste, and set to brushing.

The gang rape would be more than two hours old by the time someone first facefucked her. Everyone would be focused on her pussy and ass at first, opting to blow their first, second, and in some cases third load on those holes before considering other options.

The frat house party would be winding down by then, and they wouldn’t be afraid of her screaming. One of the boys pulls the panty gag out of her mouth, and fills the void with his prick. It stinks of shit, sweat, and cum, and tastes worse than anything she could have imagined.

She bites him.

The act of defiance costs her several teeth and gets her a black eye in exchange (friends would ask about her injuries later, and she’d make up an awkward story about falling down stairs). Some of the boys threaten to pull out her teeth if she does it again, or to slit her throat. The most effective threat comes from one who inserts the tip of an ice pick into her left nostril. He calmly promises that if she bites any of them, if her teeth so much as graze the skin, he will skullfuck her with it.

She believes him. She doesn’t bite again, that night or ever.

Every dick she sucks tonight has already been in her pussy or ass, usually both. None have been washed in the interim. She’s expected to clean them with her mouth, to lap up the drying, crusted up filth until they shine with her spit. Obeying means more cruel mockery, being called a shit eater, a cum guzzler. Disobeying means getting slapped or punched, accused of being a lazy whore, and then often throatfucked.

She’d given blowjobs before, but never successfully deepthroated anyone. Her gag reflex was too strong, and past attempts had always given way to coughing fits. The frat boys would get around this problem by not caring. She’d cough and choke and retch, and they’d just happily keep shafting her spasming throat until they came.

It doesn’t take her long to figure out that obedience is the better option. She meekly sucks whatever they give her, and nods her head when they ask if she enjoys the taste. Her hard work is rewarded with cum, usually in her mouth or down her throat, but also on her face, in her hair, up her nose, on her tits, wherever they want. By hour four, she’s filthier than any of the cocks she’s become so good at cleaning.

Maggie spat out toothpaste, and rinsed with some mouthwash. Mouth now pleasantly minty, she spent a few minutes raking a brush through her long red hair, working out all the kinks, before starting up the shower.

The shower stall was small, even by college apartment standards, and she could barely move around in there without knocking over one of the lotions, soaps, or shampoos crammed into every possible space. But at least the hot water heater was reliable, and could be counted for a good twenty or thirty minutes.

Maggie tested the water with her hand, and sighed appreciatively at the welcome warmth. She pushed aside the curtain, which showed a sparking pink beach at sunset, slipped out of her pajamas, and got in. The hot water felt extra pleasant in the cold morning, and she found herself humming wordlessly as she lathered her body. Steam slowly filled the little bathroom.

The fraternity house had a shower too, a large glass one with several shower heads. She’d be tossed in there in the early hours of the morning, once she looked and smelled so awful that even the horniest frat boys found her too disgusting to rape. Five of them would go in with her, to wash her like they were washing a car. They spray her with blasts of icy cold water, then scrub her hard with rough washcloths, ignoring her whimpers of pain, going at it until her skin is red and cracked.

While they work, their wandering hands would be also groping every part of her body. Pinching her tits, tickling her sides, finger fucking her holes, smacking her ass, flicking her clit, every action designed to make her feel humiliated and under their power. Once she’s cleaned to their satisfaction, they lather up their cocks next, and use them to scrub the insides of her body.

When they’re finished, her holes are dripping with cum again. They slap her around for that, then force one of the shower heads up both orifices to wash them out. Afterward, she’d kneel on the shower floor, directly under the freezing water, and give each of the five a thank you blowjob for their hard work. Once finished, they drag the shivering, soaking wet redhead back into the main room, where everyone is waiting to start another marathon gangbang with their freshly cleaned fucktoy.

By the time Maggie stopped the shower, the water had gone cold and her fingers were beginning to get sore. She eagerly grabbed the fluffy white towel waiting for her, wrapping herself up in it. Steam billowed out the door as she opened it and returned to her bedroom.

It took her a long time to decide what to wear. The blue panties that she would soon be tasting were picked first, along with a matching bra that would be used to tie her wrists behind her at one point. That would be while one of the boys titfucked her, straddling her chest while three others plugged all her holes. The bondage wasn’t necessary at that point: she was broken, and they all knew it. But they loved making her feel helpless.

The boy sitting on her stomach complains that her tits are too small to fuck, and asks someone to get the zip ties. He puts them around the base of each breast and tugs them tight, cutting off the circulation and making them swell up. The flesh is already turning purple as he grabs hold and squeezes her tits together, forming a tight tunnel for his cock.

To her horror, he leaves the zip ties on after he’s done spurting all over her neck. The pain in her bound breasts is excruciating, and it only gets worse over time. For the rest of the night, whenever her mouth is free she uses it to beg everyone to remove them. No one listens.

The hardest piece of clothing to pick was the top. She settled for a pink blouse with a lacy trim and low curving neckline. It was one of her more expensive items, which would only add insult to injury when it was ripped in pieces later. She’d be hugging a couple of those pieces while crying herself to sleep in the frat house much later, her ankle chained to someone’s bed frame.

This would be nearly morning, after all the students had reluctantly agreed that their balls were drained and they needed sleep. The scraps would reek of piss and sweat and cum by then, and she’d have personally witnessed a boy use one of them as toilet paper, but the room would be freezing, and the thin fabric the closest she’d get to a blanket.

Last was some skinny jeans, which clung to her legs like they were painted on. Those she’d get back just before she was finally allowed to leave, but not before some aspiring sadist super glued a pair of dildos to the inside seat. Every boy there would watch and laugh as she guided them inside of herself, the back of her pants bulging obscenely by the time they were zipped up. On her way out the door, each of them would take the opportunity to smack her ass, doing their part to force the dildos in just a little deeper.

She’d waddle all the way home like that, a slow thirty minute journey. The jeans are all she’s wearing, unless one counts all the sharpie writing. Before she left, every boy had the opportunity to write a parting message on her, as though her body was a yearbook for them to celebrate their gangrape. “Thanks for having such a tight [asshole/cunt/throat]” is a popular message. So is “you were really fun to hurt” and “not bad, would rape again”. Many of the boys congratulate her for getting knocked up, and offer name suggestions for the child they’ve put in her belly.

She tries to cover herself with her hands as she walks, but there are far too many messages to hide. She settles for scurrying down the less popular walkways, hoping not to be seen by anyone. She never even thinks about taking the jeans off, or wiping away the obscene text with her hands. She’s terrified that they’re watching, waiting for an excuse to drag her back for more rape and torture. It’s not until she reaches her apartment and locks the door behind her that she tears the jeans off, then collapses into a ball, clawing at her skin with her nails.

Breakfast was a bowl of cold cereal. It was one of her favorites, the kind loaded with sugar that would leave the milk an unnatural color. Maggie tried to check her messages while she ate, but the connection on campus was terrible, and she eventually gave up and solved the puzzle on the back of the cereal box instead.

She slurped up the brightly colored milk when she was done, and followed it with some orange juice and a couple multivitamins. It was hard to get a good nutritional balance on campus, not when junk food was widely available and cheaper. She made a mental note to pick up some vitamin D supplements too; now that winter was on its way, sunlight was going to be in scarce supply.

Dinner was going to be a can of dog food, seasoned by several loads of cum. She’d be wearing the collar by then. The leash would get passed around from person to person, with the current holder getting to choose how to play with her.

Though she’ll have eaten nothing but cum for the last twelve hours, she won’t be nearly hungry enough to want to eat cold, cum covered dog food. When she balks, her owner puts his foot on the back of her head, forcing her face into the bowl. His friends take turns spanking her ass, turning her cheeks red and bruised. They don’t let up when she gives in and starts eating, or when she finally mouths the last congealed chunk. They keep going until she’s licked the bowl clean, and barked like a dog for their amusement.

It’s almost a relief to suck their cocks after that. She crouches, hands up in the classic begging position, tongue extended to lap at their shafts. Wedged between her glowing butt cheeks is a broomstick handle: her tail. She wags it obediently as she licks them, and while doing the tricks they demand, like rolling over and shaking hands. By the time they “reward” her with a second bowl of dog food, she barely even feels like a human being before. She eats her meal without any prompting required.

Maggie glanced down at her phone again, and realized she was running late for class. She quickly left her dishes in the sink, grabbed her coat and backpack, and put on her shoes.

Out in the hall, she turned and locked her apartment door. She wouldn’t be back until Monday morning, almost a full 72 hours from now. They’d spend the entire weekend putting her through her paces, using her to indulge their every fantasy. Every last one of the fraternity members, nearly one hundred put together, would use each of her holes multiple times. So would many of their girlfriends, who would torture her with dildos and thoroughly train her how to eat pussy.

Everything would be filmed, of course, every last minute. All the footage would become insurance, much of it edited to look consensual. To anyone watching, she’d be nothing but a submissive slut, using the fraternity to satisfy her raging nymphomania. Thanks to that footage, she’d never report a single one of them.

At first, she doesn’t even care. She just wants to forget the entire incident, put it behind her and move on with her life. A few days later, she’s denied even that, when she receives an invitation to their next party in the mail, along with a handwritten message telling her to wear something sexy. Soon, she’s a regular fixture in the frat house, their weekend fucktoy.
Her grades plummet, and by the end of the school year she’s forced to withdraw from college. The fraternity celebrates her departure by sending the videos to her friends and family back home…

“Maggie?”

Maggie jumped, caught off guard. She spun to see Parker, a friend of hers who lived down the hall, and relaxed.

“S-sorry,” Parker stammered. “Didn’t mean t-to surprise you.” He was a soft spoken boy with a mop of brown hair and a shy disposition. They’d attended some of the same classes last year, and he’d been kind enough to help her study. Without him, she might have been in real trouble.

“No, you’re, you’re cool,” she assured him. “I’m just being a ditz today. Don’t worry about it.”

She walked with Parker down the stairs and outdoors. It was still freezing outside, but it would start to warm as the sun rose. The two continued on silence for a time, both heading in the same general direction.

After a minute, Maggie grinned and broke the silence. “You’re gonna be at that party tonight, right? I mean, it is your fraternity.”

Unfortunately for her, he would. Despite his shy exterior, Parker was actually the ringleader of the entire plan to rape her. He was the one who’d give her the spiked drink, the one to lead her upstairs and out of sight, the first one to take her. He’d harbored a secret crush on her since their first year, dreamt about her, obsessed about her. Tonight he would claim her.

And in the end, after being forced out of school, after being disowned by her family, after ending up alone and on the streets, he would reappear to give her an offer she couldn’t refuse. She would come to live with him as his pet, his docile sex slave that woke him with a blowjob every morning, spent her day taking care of the house, and spent her nights being ridden hard. And every time he caught her not wearing a smile while he fucked her, he’d-

“Huh? No, I mean… you saw it got canceled, right?”

Maggie froze. “What?! But… ugggggh, my stupid phone! What happened?”

Parker shrugged, stopping beside her. “Uh, midterms next week. The main room in the frat house, uh, it’s really just like a glorified study hall for most of us, you know? Some of the guys were worried it would get too noisy.”

“Oh…” Maggie started walking again, trying not to let her disappointment show too strongly. It’s not like it would have been anything special anyway, she reminded herself. She wasn’t actually going to get gangraped there, nor did she really want to. It had just been a nice little fantasy, like all the others.

She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she walked. It was still cold outside, and feeling less and less like autumn. It was winter, really.

“Hey,” Maggie found herself saying, before she even realized what she was doing. “You wanna like, get a coffee or something tonight, since we’re both free now?”

“Uh, y-yeah!” Parker said immediately, looking both elated and terrified. “Th-that sounds g-great!”

Maggie offered him a hand, and Parker hesitantly took it. His hand was warm and sweaty. It felt good. They kept walking in an awkward, but pleasant silence.

She wondered if he was into bondage.