Although you're in the middle of the most public space imaginable, perusing this hardcore doujin is having the expected effect on you. The blood is leaving your brain, and migrating south for the winter. Marisa is far from your favorite 2hu, but seeing her get raped over and over (and over and over) has undeniable appeal. Casting your view from the black-and-white panels up towards your buxom wife, you make the obvious mental connection. Even under that audacious costume of hers, her hips are well defined, and sway with every step she takes; her tits jiggle. This conference hall is over-warm from the body heat of tens of thousands of people, and Rose is feeling it: her forehead shines with sweat that she wipes with the back of her palm. You can only imagine how damp she is with perspiration under her layers of clothes.
You fire a quick text to Gal asking if she can meet you at a certain spot during one of her breaks, and she replies immediately in the affirmative -- never one to deny Sir. Her talents are going to come in handy. Having arranged the festivities, you put the plan into action. You buy a decorative headband from one of the tables that you pass, one that bears the image of Alice Margatroid in the midst of a mind-shattering ahegao. Rose stops to register her disapproval in the bitchiest way she can. She hurls insults and recriminations at you. But you don't dignify her with a response. You just calmly and wordlessly slip your new headband over her face, using it as a blindfold.
"How dare you!" She hollers as she reaches for it. You grab hold of her wrists and stop her from removing it. She kicks against you, tries to pull away -- but you fend off her feeble attempts to escape.
You're drawing eyes, though, from the throngs of attendees swimming past. So you whisper to her as firmly as you can: "Stop fighting or I'll really make you suffer, Rose."
"I'll scream," she warns you.
"No you fucking won't. If you scream, I'll beat you bloody."
Her lips quiver. "I... can't even. I can't even believe you. First you buy that *disgusting* porn book, then this demeaning piece-of-shit headband -- and now you do this. You repulsive freak. Can't have one nice day out without trying to fucking rape me, can you. Pig."
Although she lobs these accusations, she doesn't fight you anymore. To the people passing by, it looks like a bit of master-slave roleplay conducted in public. She stands there letting you hold her wrists, blindfolded and trembling, while you gaze sternly back at her.
"You've been awfully mouthy today," you say. "I don't want to rape you. I want to teach you a lesson."
She hocks a loogie, and spits it on your face. Disgusted, you take her hat and use it to wipe your face clean -- before setting it back on her head. She shudders. You tell her, quite simply: "you're going to really regret that one," before rudely tugging her by the hands, and forcing her to follow you. Blindfolded, and without control of her arms, she lacks coordination, and stumbles as she tries to keep up.
"Al-Alabaster... stop -- you're going too fa--"
"Shut the fuck up," you growl.
"You--!! You nasty, chauvinist piece of trash -- what are you -- uff-- where are you -- what are gonna do, huh? Gonna do something disgusting to me right here in the middle of the con? I'll make you pay ten times as much, the second I--"
You stop, somewhere near the section for virtual Youtubers, and pull her body close to yours. Sellers and buyers alike gawk.
"Let's see whether you followed your normal habits today here, too," you muse. You stoop to reach the hem of her dress where it comes to her ankles. Snaking your hand under it, you stand again, and run your fingertips across the contours of her supple thigh meat. As you expected, the interior of her dress is swampy with her perspiration and body heat. And also as you expected, she isn't wearing panties. "You fucking whore," you tell her as you tickle her slit.
"Fuck you."
"I'm gonna take you into the men's bathroom, Rose, and get you properly raped."
"W...What?" She says, a catch developing in her voice.
"I'm gonna sell your mouth for five dollars a pop, and your lower holes for ten. All these otaku shitstains you like to look down on? You'll be their private cum dumpster today."
Rose is having a full-blown panic attack. "You-- cannot be serious -- you would never--"
"Watch me. Or actually, don't." You tug her by the wrists again, and cruelly start dragging her towards the fate that awaits her.
"Alabaster..."
"Don't worry. I'll charge a buck extra if they want to go in without a condom."
"Alabaster!"
You ignore her.
"Tenderness!" She wails.
You stop instantly, turn, and pull her close. You lift the blindfold from her eyes. They're bulging, and full of tears. She's shivering like she got stranded in the arctic, her little chin jittering.
You kiss her softly. Her eyes drift shut as she lets you do it. And when you pull away, she seems capable, at least, of breathing again.
You nod once, slowly, eyes locked to hers. "Trust me."
She calms her fit of shivering over the course of a long half-minute. Swallowing hard, she sighs, and manages: "I trust you."
"Okay?"
She nods.
You slip the blindfold back over her eyes and pick up where you left off.
Toting her behind you like a unruly child, you receive no shortage of strange looks. Some are appreciative, some reproachful; you get catcalls of all kinds. Rose begs and pleads you to stop, but doesn't deploy that word again. Among all the cosplayers here, she has to be one of the cutest, and you know that your little BDSM exhibit is turning on every geek and asperger-suffering weeaboo here. Man and woman alike.
Outside the entrance to the bathroom, Gal is already waiting. But she's brought unexpected, frankly unwelcome guests.
Whitney flashes you a thumbs-up, and jerks her head in the direction of the workmen who are just trotting away. She must have done the dirty work of paying them off -- so that's why Gal invited her. She wasn't comfortable performing bribery on her own. That explains that -- but why are Alex and Noelle waiting around, too? Why is Alex dressed like a cheap prostitute? And who the fuck invited Rose2?
The mouth of the men's bathroom is tucked past a little dividing wall, opposite the entrance to the women's bathroom. The setup allows you all to slip in without notice when the coast is clear. As you thought, the facility is pristine since it hasn't been used at all today. Some of the stall walls are ripped apart, the toilets uninstalled, with various tools lying out and pipework jutting up. But Rose can see none of that. She can just feel the chilly air in here, hear the echoing of footsteps, and then -- for effect, you flush one of the urinals. All she knows right now is that she's in a public bathroom.
Gal plays her role to a tee -- she'd make an excellent improv comedy partner. Adopting a plausibly masculine, albeit nasally and weirdly Canadian voice, she tells you: "Hey buddy, I think you got the wrong bathroom. The girl's room is two doors down."
"Alabaster, please--!" Rose cries.
You force her to her butt in front of one of the urinals. Noelle is already on top of things -- she binds Rose's wrists to the chrome pipework above her head. Rose becomes a sniveling, pleading mess, and to shut up her up before she brings unwanted attention, you take off one of her long white socks, ball it up, and shove it in her mouth. She retches. Payback's a bitch.
"I'll go find some paying customers," you tell her, testing the tightness of the knots. But of course, Noelle is an expert hand, and the knots don't give a millimeter. Rose tries to say something through her gag, but it only makes her... well, gag. She's so cute when she struggles.
You leave, and let her wait in frightened anticipation of what's to come. Outside the bathroom, you demand to know why so many people showed up.
"I couldn't let you dorks have all the fun without me!" Whitney says. "It's been too long since I got a good rape in."
"We were with Gal when you texted," Noelle says. "Of course, I'm always down for some police brutality when it comes to that fat pigbitch Rose Mallory."
"Rose Soliloquy," you say, internally frustrated that this is becoming a instinctual tic every bit as strong as "once removed." You turn Alex's way: "Why are you dressed like... like that?"
He's got on denim shorts cut hyper-low, long white leggings and tennis shoes. Plus suspenders and a crop top that's ends just below his chest.
"I'm Misty!" He says.
"You look like a fucking slut," you note -- not insultingly, just stating an obvious fact.
"I'm slutty Misty," he corrects.
"Super cute," Whitney says. "Makes me wanna finger his butthole."
Alex blushes.
You can guess whose idea "slutty Misty" was, then.
"And what are you doing here?" You demand of Rose2.
"I'm here to rape Rose! A-durr. Did you really think I'd miss out on the chance to beat *her* up?"
Whitney pulls a bag from her shoulder and opens it. It's full of enormous, veiny, lifelike dildos. "Vivian brought us her stash from back home. I got ahold of her right before she left. Lucky timing!"
Rose2 reaches in and tries to pull one out. Noelle slaps her hand away. "Could you not? Right out here in the open? Idiot."
"Gomen."
"GOD." Noelle spins on her heels and retreats to the bathroom.
"Be quiet in there, guys," you tell them. "Gal and I will do all the talking."
Rose2 salutes you. "Hai!"
Inside the bathroom, Noelle is already pulling her pants off. The jangle of her belt buckle and the unzipping of her zipper make Rose's breath go jagged. She strains against her binding. Sprawled on the tile floor, legs splayed and wrists tied, she's 100% open for use.
"How much again?" Gal asks, in the voice of a wheedling nerd.
"With a rubber, 5 for the mouth or 10 for either of her bottom two fuckholes."
"Dollars? That's it?"
"Yep."
"Whoa..." Gal says. Then she adopts the piggish cadence of a fat otaku, and throws her voice to her left as if by magic: "huhuh... do we *have to* use a condom?"
"She really doesn't want you to do her raw... but for another dollar, I could look the other way."
Rose shakes her head violently from side to side, arching her back, trying in vain to escape.
The other girls are already strapping on their plastic cocks. Vivian, the pervert, owns only dildos that ejaculate -- she so loves to get blasted with sperm deep in her womb -- so this experience is going to be steeped in verisimilitude. Among other things.
Alex doesn't need a fake cock, of course. All he has to do is tug down his barely-there shorts, and kick them away, to bare a pretty dick that's already erect and drooling precum. He keeps the leggings and shoes, ditto the crop top. Somehow it makes him look lewder than if he'd just gotten naked.
"11 bucks to fuck her raw?" Gal asks.
"Sure."
"I can cum inside her?"
"Of course. Why else would you fuck her raw?"
Gal throws her voice again and says: "6 bucks for a raw throat-fuck, right?"
"Yes."
"I'll buy that -- I've always wanted to fuck a girl's throat..."
You take the sock from Rose's mouth. It's coated in her own drool, and when you pull it away, she gasps for fresh air. "A-Alabaster! Please, don't do this! You told me to trust you! You TOLD meee--"
You free your cock from your fly, kneel down before her, and hike her dress up. Her bare, sticky pussy is out in the open, not the slightest hint of hair on it even under these harsh fluorescent lights. Gal provides commentary:
"Whoooa... she's going nopan and all."
"Fuck you!" Rose screams at the stranger she thinks is exposing her. "You dumb piece of shit! Get away from me! GET AWAY! This pussy doesn't belong to you, you worthless fat sack of shit! You--"
You slap her hard, across the face. She reels. Her rage turns instantly, then, to despair, and she begins to cry pitifully. Her shoulders and chest both heave. "Alabaster... make them stop... please... pleeeeaseee... don't do this to me..."
"Stupid bitch," Gal says. "I can't wait to punch my V card in your cumdump pussy."
"No... noooo... it isn't yours -- you can't do this to me -- Alabaster -- PLEASE -- t-tend--"
You shove your cock into her. Her spine goes rigid, like she just got tazed. Her wrists pull against the red rope, leaving equally red striations in her flesh there. She clamps her pussy muscles tight, as if in a last-ditch effort to bar you entry. But your thrusting hips and battering-ram of a member are far too strong. She isn't really wet at all: the only thing to help you slide home is some residual arousal from when you were molesting her earlier, and the dampness of her sweat. But as you settle your horny prick into her, and Gal moans like a 20-something virgin finally getting his dick wet, Rose suddenly goes still and quiet.
She lies there in mute motionlessness, tied up, your hands keeping her thighs spread, as you begin to hump.
"That's right, bitch, you love my cock, don't you?" Gal snarls.
Whitney steps up, her plastic cock strapped across her own bare pussy, and starts to whack Rose's face lewdly with the prickhead. Noelle, on Rose's other side, mirrors this.
But Rose isn't paying attention to the dick-abuse her face is taking. She's "looking" -- directing what would be her line of sight, were it not blotted out -- to the spot where your cock is stabbing in and out of her twat. Her tears stop flowing, and her cunt starts to drip. All at once her internal walls are turning on, loosening up and softening, getting damp, and slimy, and hot. You stop having to force your way into her body because her body is accepting you. You glide in and out of her cunt like always, your slippery dick getting all warm and lubed from her arousal. She doesn't say what she's thinking. But you have an idea. You've fucked her hundreds and hundreds of times by now -- she knows what it feels like.
"This bitch has an amazing pussy!" Gal barks. "Oh god, this is heaven! Can I really cum inside?"
Gal answers her own question, in the voice of another would-be gang-rapist: "Yeah! Nut inside her, man!"
Rose would be staring right into your eyes, were it not for that blindfold. You stare back and unload inside her. You fire off thick, cloying ropes of smelly semen, right into Rose's steamy pussy. Her jaw parts, and she moans deeply from the back of her throat.
"Unghh..." she heaves. "No... noooo... this hole isn't for you... it's my husband's..."
Even as she says this, she's cumming hard against you.
"Suck me," Gal growls.
Whitney uses that as her cue to jam her dildo down Rose's mouth. She holds the top of Rose's head with both hands, and humps her with utter abandon. It's vicious and selfish like a mouth-rape should be. Rose's pitiful retching and gagging echoes off the tiled walls. Rose2, ever helpful, tickles Whitney's cunt and asshole from behind her, to turn her on and encourage her to go extra hard.
If there was any doubt left in Rose's mind, though, that should settle it.
You pull out of Rose's cunt and enjoy seeing the torrential shower of spunk that flows out of her hole when you do. It smears her in-turned labia, her plump butt, and makes a puddle on the ground.
"Pay up," you say.
"Here you go, bro," Gal says. "That was worth every cent."
"Yo, is that safe?" Gal asks.
"Exactly!" Gal says. "Is it safe to cum inside her like that?"
"No," you say.
Rose chokes and sputters, spittle flying from the corners of her tightly stretched lips. Noelle tugs Rose's blouse down, baring her sweaty titmeat and hard pink nipples.
"I can fuck her ass, too?" Gal asks.
"Absolutely -- 10 bucks with a condom, 11 bucks raw, same as her cunt."
"All I have is 7..." Gal says.
"Whatever. That's fine."
"Thanks, man!"
Gal takes her turn. She gets in front of Rose the way you did, and rubs her dick through the cummy mess you left behind, to get it wet. Then unceremoniously, she jams it in. Rose would probably be shrieking in agony right now, if Whitney didn't have an 8-incher embedded inside her gullet.
Noelle is fascinated by Rose's jugs. (The flatties in your life always seem to be.) She amuses herself by groping and molesting them, while meanwhile rubbing her dick all over Rose's chubby cheeks. Rose's lips are distorted by the cock plunging in and out of her mouth, giving her a barely human expression, especially with how ruddy and tear-streaked it still is.
"Oooh... oooh fuck... I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" Gal yells.
Whitney barely manages to contain her giggle. She takes the hand-pump and squeezes it, blasting Rose's throat with an explosion of semen. The force of the ersatz cum is so strong that it backflows from both of Rose's nostrils, with a huge bubble forming on one of them. Whitney keeps humping, full force, as she cums down Rose's throat, while Rose2 daintily licks her pussy for her from behind. Towards the end, Whitney settles the fake dick as deep as she can, right to the root, and gives some last few squeezes, emptying the reservoir completely inside Rose's tummy. She keeps the dick lodged there while Rose2 eats her cunt out and gets her off.
When Whitney dismounts, Rose2, still on her knees, helpfully sucks the slop off the end of her cock. Rose's jaw is unable to shut, and stays hinged open. Sperm is swimming on her tongue, hanging in strands off the roof of her mouth. She pants hard for precious oxygen. Every once in a while, looking nauseous, she burps up a little wad of spunk, that drools out of her slackened mouth, across her chin, and down onto her expensive costume. Rose2 adds to the mess, drooling the cum she sucked off Whitney's cock back into Rose's open mouth.
Rose doesn't have very long to catch her breath before Noelle is taking Whitney's place.
"Slut," Gal spits.
You see Rose's cunt let out a little squirt of girlcum as Gal buggers her.
Alex steps to Rose and starts jerking off over her face. He runs his prick through the wads of fake spunk that coat her, enjoying the hot slimy texture.
"Blowing a load on her is free," you say.
Rose shivers.
"Hey..." Gal says, gulping from the exertion of fucking. "Hey... let's cum in that hat of hers, huh?"
Alex is already spunking, and he can't help the somewhat girly, albeit still obviously male groan of satisfaction he makes as he cums. He paints Rose's neck and face with his jizz. Whitney pays Rose2's hospitality forward. She makes good on her desire to finger Alex's butt, and gives him a slow, deliberate prostate massage with two of her fingers while he orgasms.
Noelle prefers Gal's idea, though. She grabs Rose's hat and empties her fake cock's spunk into it. It's a hot sight. Noelle jerks the dick like it really belongs to her as she coaxes out all the cum. The last few dregs she saves to splatter against Rose's bare, sweaty udders.
Rose is delirious, and ranting: "You can't do this... you can't cum inside, anything but that... I'll get pregnant... not safe, not saaaaafe... I don't want your babies... please! No!..."
With cruelty you never suspected, Gal takes her dick from Rose's asshole, and shoves it directly into her pussy. This dirty cock that was just rubbing inside Rose's anus is going to cum inside Rose's uterus against her will.
"Noooo--!" Rose screams. But too late. Gal is emptying her dickload into Rose's pussy-hole.
"Take it, cunt!" Gal says.
Rose weeps. But even as she weeps, she squirts whole geysers of cream.
When Gal steps off, she takes the hat from Noelle, and gets it under Rose's quim to catch the flowing mess. Gal's sperm joins Noelle's in the frothy brew.
Rose2 attempts a baritone as she mounts Rose. "Take my dick, fat bitch! Ha, ha!"
Gal jabs Rose2 in the ribs. "Shut up, bro!" She says sternly. Unlike Gal, Rose2 can't make herself sound anything close to male.
Of all Rose's rapists, Rose2 is somehow the meanest. On her knees, she nails Rose like she's trying to make her lose consciousness. Maybe she is. Rose's head bangs repeatedly against the porcelain lip of the urinal, and her meaty thighs whap painfully against the hard tile floor. The back of her legs turn black and blue as they bruise. Rose2 isn't happy to stop there, though. She grabs Rose by the hair and forces Rose's face into the bowl of the urinal. Occupied by that, Rose2 fucks Rose's pussy hands-free, butt bouncing up and down off her own ankles. It's a transfixing sight, the way both girls' plump flesh ripples and jiggle with the violence of it. When Rose screams and cums for the 50th or 60th time, Rose2 finally relents, hops to her feet, and adds her messy load to the voluminous soup inside Rose's hat. The thing is full now to its very brim.
"Stop... for the love of god..." Rose begs. Her face is all puffy from crying and getting slapped and cummed on.
"We'll stop when we knock you up," Gal says.
You start round two inside Rose's battered cunt. After all this hard use, both her lower holes are gaping, and offer zero resistance. Whitney, who's a horny bitch herself, isn't satisfied merely to masturbate while she watches. She bends over the urinal beside Rose and has Noelle start to fuck her. It's a nice view, from below the pair, to accompany the divine feeling of raping your wife. Noelle jams her dildo in and out of Whitney's cunt with a look of ecstasy, and plays with her own asshole behind her back while she does it. With Gal and Rose2 making out, swapping a wad of fake spunk back and forth, this is quickly degenerating into an orgy. Alex, unable to contain himself, milks another load out of his straining prick, that Rose catches on her tongue with broken moans.
You snap your fingers to get the attention of Gal and her playmate. Rose2, wearing a grin that looks downright demonic, retrieves the cum-filled hat, and steps to Rose.
"Put it on her head," you say.
"Noooo-- pleasshe--" Rose whines, slurring her words through all the cum in her mouth.
Rose2 of course doesn't listen. She tips the hat upright and puts it on her. The hot stew of mixed spunk slides down her hair, matting it, and over her face, obscuring it. It runs down her cheeks, her shoulders, and her bare titties. It clumps and sticks to her chin, the ruffles of her blouse, the fabric of her dress. Drips off her earlobe. Pools in the lap of her skirt. Paints her almost entirely in a filmy coat of white. Whitney, watching this, claps her hands over her mouth to stop from crying out, and cums against Noelle. Noelle holds Whitney's shoulders for leverage and really pounds that tomboy pussy for all its worth, panting like a dog the whole time.
It's enough to make you lose another load up Rose's already loaded pussy. You squirt that hole of hers even fuller -- it belongs to you anyway.
When, heaving with sheer satisfaction, you finish ejaculating, you pull the blindfold slowly off Rose's eyes.
She gazes up, expression vacant. You and the others lean over her. She looks from face to face, now finally and completely certain that it all really was just a perverted game.
"See? I told you to trust me," you tell her gently.
"I did..." she says weakly, enervated.
"Good." You hock a loogie, and spit on her face. You told her she'd regret it.