Futanari Notebook Ch. 37

"Well, she can't take all of us at once," one of them shrugged and went over to the trio. A couple joined her to Carmen's relief, though several more remained, all hard. Someone's cock slapped her across the face, hard enough to sting, then shoved it against her nostrils, hand over her mouth until she inhaled the acrid musk. Once she gagged on it, they slammed the prick into her mouth and angled it away from her body. Carmen's throat bulged, her back ached already and her jaw creaked.

"You know, much as I like her in pain, this'll just get annoying." That was a familiar voice. Carmen's eyes darted for the stairs, on which stood an idol to plastic surgery in the nude. The cock in her mouth withdrew and every backed away, like a cult meeting their deity, save for the one that unlocked Carmen's ankles and let her fall to the gym mats, still wet from earlier uses. Gretchen rolled her over and sneered.

Gratitude almost left Carmen's lips. 'Thanks', for what? Any moment now, Gretchen would abuse her further, perhaps with the candles she saw on some shelves, or with more piercings, or just with her hands.

"It's okay," Gretchen said at the baleful tremor that passed through Carmen's body, her voice saccharin as she stood over the prone futa's head and spread her cheeks, "Just let it all out into my ass." With that, Gretchen squatted down and planted her pucker over Carmen's lips. She gagged as her tongue ventured inside, however it wouldn't be removed, regardless of how sour the taste.

"They really did a number on you," Gretchen moaned, grinding her hips down harder. She fiddled with the weighted piercings on Carmen's nipples, chuckled at how she groaned, and fondled the reddened breasts. Moving down, she raked her nails over the futa's belly, leaving irritated lines toward the cocks, "I can't believe writing your name again did this. If you weren't a freak before, you are now. But that's perfect. You owe me some DP."

Carmen gulped down fresh air, though Gretchen's ass lingered on her tongue. The ring around her limp cock was removed and, to her dismay, it rushed to mimic the other until both stood vertical from her body, held aloft by unwanted desire. Her sight was stolen by another set of cheeks, smaller than Gretchen's, but she felt those soon enough alongside her overused folds. While she expected the sloppy lips as they clung to and slipped down her shaft, but the tightness on her other prick shocked her.

"Start fucking," Gretchen grunted. Even she must struggle with two fourteen-inch cocks, Carmen thought and took the opportunity for payback. All her energy surged to her lower-half, heart racing through her dicks as she slammed them into the holes above. It worked and Gretchen groaned, stammering an order, though Carmen refused to let her complete it. That was how she'd win! Gretchen hadn't made it so she could think the command, only speak them. That being the case, all Carmen needed was to gag her somehow.

She'd plan it later, when the odds were in her favour. A couple took her hands and wrapped them around their cocks, forcing her to stroke, while others picked her up to squirm underneath her. A dick rubbed against her pussy, gathering her juices, before it dipped back. With her mouth suffocated by ass, her words only pleasured the one above, while that cock slipped between her cheeks and pushed on her virgin anus. Another prick filled her cunt not a second after.

Those unable to use her holes sated themselves with other parts. Two forced her legs to bend, shoving their cocks into gap between thigh and calf, while a third straddled her belly and used her tender breasts. Each thrust up her ass brought her hips to Gretchen's cheeks, and her pussy clenched around the other. The cock head stretched her bowels, driving deeper until it pressed on her prostate. Carmen jerked and writhed as she screamed in a whore's orgasm.

It all blended together from there. Rare instances of change broke the haze; Gretchen's thralls changing position, cumming on or in Carmen, dousing her pale skin in their hot seed. In those flashes, Carmen noticed her hair matted down, a mixture of pussy juice, semen and sweat all dirtying her body. Mercifully, she missed the majority of their orgasms. Those she didn't, however, tore at her nerves and sent her spiralling her own. None of them used protection as they shot load after load up her ass and pussy.

Relentless, Gretchen rode her throughout it all. The queen bitch squirted across Carmen's torso and neck, her face spared by the asses constantly planted on it. If her tongue stilled for a second too long, someone would pull on her nipples, forcing her to kiss and lick at various assholes. When she wasn't, cocks replaced their asses, driving straight down her gullet, plugging all her holes airtight. Her lower holes oozed and squelched from the semen dumped inside.

Despite cumming several times, Carmen hadn't released a drop of seed. Gretchen must've ordered her not to partway through, a fact she couldn't retain as her snatch made up for her denied cocks. Her womb felt tight, her insides clogged with jizz, the pressure forcing its way into her stomach. The ass on her face stood up and was replaced by their dick, but it didn't plunge like the others. Instead, it unloaded into her mouth.

"Savour it," Gretchen panted from above, leering over her now. The others were losing steam, slinking off to recover or changing over to the chained girls. Her order was simple. Each drop of cum was denser than yoghurt, forcing her to chew if she wanted to swallow, and it stuck to her teeth like gum. Under Gretchen's gaze, she rolled it around her mouth, submerging her tongue and causing streaks to ooze down her cheeks.

"Fuck, you're hot," Gretchen said and charged in. Their lips and tongues met, though Carmen was still, even as Gretchen made out with her, taking cum into her own mouth. She didn't pay attention to Carmen's motionless state, and moved onto her neck, pecking at her with small, almost tender kisses, like she wasn't all but raping her at that moment. Then her lips were at Carmen's ear.

"Go ahead and cum now."

Instantly, all the denied orgasms surged through Carmen's shafts. Her stretched out urethra unleashed a flood of semen into Gretchen's cunt, the spared prick did the same at a slower rate but with greater force. Clumps of the stuff drooled from the bitch's holes, even as Carmen pumped them fuller. Under the brunt of that pressure and sudden release, her eyes rolled in her head and the world plunged into darkness.

A sensation like needles jabbing into her skin over and over roused Carmen back to consciousness. She tried lifting her body, any of her limbs, and found them restrained. Even so, her strength was lost. The needles were at her stomach, moving too precisely, as if drawing or writing something. A tattoo, she thought in dismay.

"That's good," Gretchen said and her phone clicked, taking a picture, "Take a look." Carmen strained and focused on the screen presented to her, on it was her stomach, cleaned up, but reddened from the fresh tattoo; 'Gretchen's Slut' written in bold lettering. She swiped across, revealing more across Carmen's thighs and above her ass, each offering her orifices for anyone to use. How long was she out?

"Don't worry about driving. Jen here offered to drive you home," Gretchen said and snapped her fingers, others swooped in, untied and picked Carmen up. She managed to glimpse the time as she was dumped in her car; 3AM. Gretchen was quiet for the drive. The only noise beside the engine and radio were the plastic wrapped around Carmen's body as they rubbed against her.

"Feel free to hide those around your family. Even I'm not sick enough to expose a kid to this stuff. But everywhere else, you'll show them off, got it? Especially for tomorrow." Gretchen said as she left the car.

"Tomorrow?" Carmen asked and regretted it, if only for the bone-tingling smile she received.

"It'll be your first day of work. I'm sure you'll like it."

At home, the sorority girl followed Carmen into the house, "What're you doing?"

"Spending the night. No buses and everyone else is half-dead," she said.

"But what if..."

"It'll be fine. Just say I'm your girlfriend or something. I'll be gone in the morning anyway."

"Gretchen's my girlfriend," Carmen snarled, then her stomach sank into a cold abyss. She rushed into the bathroom and locked it, hugging herself tight. Why did she say that? She didn't mean it. That wasn't right. Gretchen was... she was her master. No! She was a bitch! A cold, heartless, curvy, blonde... That commanded Carmen... that made all her choices...

Her cocks roused inside her pants even as her pulse thumped in her ears. It was the book; it made her think that way. She needed to get it back. She needed someone to help her. Rachel, she thought and her erections dulled. Tears overflowed unnoticed.