"I Consent"

"Hey Jim, could I talk to you in the kitchen for a sec?" asked Simon.

It was late on a Friday night and Jim, Simon, and the rest of the guys had gone out for drinks after work. Now they were hanging out at Jim's place playing games, getting high, and eating pizza like a bunch of college kids. The apartment wasn't huge, but the eight of them had room to sit around the TV comfortably.

Without looking up from his game, Jim replied "Sure, just give me a minute."

Simon waited at the entrance to the kitchen, trying to hide his anxiety. One of the other guys, Andy, got up and started to walk past him.

"Uh, just give it a second," said Simon, holding up a hand.

Andy tried to peer past him into the kitchen, but Simon moved to block him. "Alright then, can you go and get me a beer?" asked Andy.

Simon looked around a bit, then nodded. "Sure."

As he walked into the kitchen he kept his gaze squarely fixed on the refrigerator. He opened the door, pulled out one beer for Andy and another for himself, then turned around. He was again careful not to look anywhere but in front of him as he walked back towards the living room.

He handed Andy his beer and cracked open his own, nearly draining half the can in one gulp. Jim cursed from the living room as he lost his round, then passed the controller to someone else and got up. "Alright, what's up?" he asked.

"Just uh, just come with me," stammered Simon. He led Jim into the kitchen.

Tied to a chair in the middle of the floor sat Jim's girlfriend Sarah. She was naked except for a rope harness that criss-crossed her body in an intricate pattern, with knots tied in strategic places to cause discomfort whenever she moved. One of her arms was tied to the chair with the same hempen rope while the other was attached with a pair of handcuffs. Her legs were forced open with a spreader bar, exposing her crotch for anyone to see, and her ankles were secured to the chair. She was also wearing a leather blindfold and an open-mouthed gag.

Across her forehead, written in lipstick, were two simple words: "I Consent."

Simon was trying his best not to look at her. Jim cursed under his breath.

"Sorry Jim, I saw her like this and I didn't know what to do."

Jim shook his head. "I'm so sick of this shit."

"What do you mean?" asked Simon.

"So, here's the thing," began Jim. "Sarah likes to be tied up, and I mean she really likes it. She basically can't get off without it. Sometimes she wants it so bad that she'll tie herself up like this while I'm at work and just sit here helpless for hours until I get home. Which sounds hot, and granted it was the first couple times she did it, but now it's mostly annoying. If I'm at work and she doesn't reply to a text right away I'll get worried that she's tied herself up again, and maybe she messed something up and now she's choking to death while I mess with spreadsheets."

"Shit," replied Simon.

"Yeah. And you remember Andy's bachelor party?" asked Jim. "She completely forgot that I'd be gone overnight. I came home to her the next day, tied up in the living room, dehydrated, with a puddle of piss at her feet. Definitely takes the fun out of it."

"Damn," exclaimed Simon. "Yeah okay, I can see why that might get a bit upsetting."

"She also loves to do this after a fight. It's like some passive-aggressive bullshit she pulls because she knows I can't resist her when she does it. I'll come home the day after a long argument, fully prepared to tell her off, but then there she is tied up with a butt plug in her ass and 'I'm sorry' written across her tits. But she's never actually sorry, she just wants me to forgive her so she can do whatever it is again a month later."

"I see," said Simon. "She's uh, not wearing earplugs, right?"

"Nah, and honestly I don't even give a fuck anymore. I've been thinking about dumping her for ages and I think this is the last straw for me. I don't care what she hears."

Simon cursed under his breath and glanced back towards the living room. "So uh, okay, that's cool I guess. Maybe you should untie her and I'll go get a towel or something so she can get dressed?"

Jim contemplated Sarah's bound form. She was starting to make little unpleasant sounds through her gag like she was trying to say something, but with her mouth forced open she was impossible to understand.

"No, I'm going to leave her like this," said Jim. "It's the only way the bitch will learn. Maybe she'll be less likely to cheat on the next sucker she dates."

"Damn dude, that's uh... pretty cold. Won't you get in trouble? I don't think being paraded in front of your friends is what she had in mind when she did this."

"Whatever," replied Jim with a dismissive gesture. "It says 'I Consent' right on her forehead, right? I don't think I'll get in any trouble. And besides, she's done plenty of shitty things to me too."

Simon glanced around the room. "So what do we tell the other guys?"

"I don't care. Just tell them anything," said Jim.

--

Simon and Jim left the kitchen. A controller freed up and Jim jumped at the chance to get back in the game, while Simon returned to his post at the kitchen entrance. Andy was still there.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"Uh, well, Jim's girlfriend is tied up naked in the kitchen."

"No shit? That sounds like something I need to see." Andy pushed past him before he had a chance to reply. "Damn, Jim's girlfriend is fucking hot."

Simon had to admit that Andy wasn't wrong; Sarah was hot. She had cute perky tits and an athletic build, and while most of her face was concealed Simon remembered her cute smile and sultry eyes. Her straight chin-length black hair matched the neatly trimmed pubic hair between her legs. Simon wanted to look away, but with Andy openly admiring her he felt like he ought to look too.

"What's her name?"

"Sarah, I think," replied Simon.

"I dunno what crazy kink shit this is, but I like it." Andy walked up to her and started playing with her tits.

"Whoa, dude, stop!" exclaimed Simon. He pulled Andy away by the shoulders.

"What, why?" replied Andy. "I don't think she'd be tied up like this if she didn't want us to play with her."

"She didn't know we were coming over!" said Simon.

"C'mon man, if a girl ties herself up and writes 'I Consent' on her forehead she's gotta be down for whatever happens, right? Also there's gotta be a reason why Jim didn't untie her. I doubt he cares, right? In fact..." Andy look up towards the living room. "Hey Jim," he shouted, "you mind if I touch your girlfriend a bit?"

"Go for it," Jim shouted back.

"See, it's cool. Here you take the right one, I'll take the left one." Andy grabbed her breast roughly, squeezing and pulling on it.

Two more of their friends came to the door of the kitchen, curious after hearing Jim and Andy's exchange. Simon hesitated as the two men, David and Mike, shared their surprise at what they saw.

Simon looked at her right breast. It really was gorgeous; not too big, not too small. He couldn't help but imagine sucking on it, feeling her small perky nipple grow erect in his mouth. He took a step towards her but hesitated again. David pushed past him and started playing with her breast himself.

Sarah continued to make upset sounds. She started fighting against her bonds but they easily held her in place. As Mike lined up to take his turn, Andy let his hand travel down Sarah's body towards her crotch.

That was enough for Simon. "Guys, fucking stop!" he shouted. The men looked up at him in surprise.

"You're all drunk as fuck and not thinking straight. Jim doesn't care what you do to her because he's dumping her. She's not okay with this! Seriously, you need to stop or you're going to absolutely regret it."

The men stopped touching her. Sarah relaxed visibly in her chair.

"Why's he dumping her?" asked Mike.

"She... cheated on him," replied Simon.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Andy. "Seriously? This bitch cheated on him? Guys we need to teach her a lesson."

The atmosphere in the room changed instantly as the assembled men shouted their agreements. The three remaining men had also entered the room and now joined the circle that was forming around Sarah. She was moaning loudly now, but the men paid her no mind as their hands roughly explored her body. One man called her a slut and slapped her hard across the face. A few of them had their phones out, taking pictures and video.

Someone shouted "Let's get her out of this chair!" and quickly they went to work, cutting the ropes with a kitchen knife and unlocking her handcuffs with a key that was laying on the nearby table. One of the men pulled her to her feet by her hair and cuffed her hands behind her back. Then he shoved her so that she fell into another man, who also shoved her. They continued to push her around the circle, shouting insults at her.

Eventually she tripped and fell to the floor hard, unable to catch herself with her hands bound. One man descended on her and roughly penetrated her vagina with his fingers while the other men cheered. Simon watched as Andy started to pull off his pants, revealing he wasn't wearing any underwear and that he was very, very excited.

That was it for Simon. He quietly left and went back into the living room.

--

Jim sat in front of his television, playing his new game by himself. As Simon sat down next to him, he passed a controller. Simon took it but did nothing, sitting wordlessly for a few moments.

"Jim, they're raping her in there," Simon said quietly.

Jim shrugged. "Hard to rape someone who has 'I Consent' written across her forehead. She knew what she was getting herself into."

"I don't think she did," replied Simon. He pulled out his phone. "I'm calling the cops."

Jim paused the game. "Look, here's the thing about Sarah. Maybe it's not obvious by now, but she is an absolute freak. If those guys in my kitchen knew half of the depraved, obscene things she's done, they wouldn't be nearly so eager to put their mouths on her. I'll grant you that what's happening to her now is probably more than she bargained for, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if it's also exactly what she'd always hoped would happen. Either way, she collects new sexual experiences like some people collect stamps; I'm pretty sure 'getting dumped by my boyfriend and hate-fucked by his friends' will just be another experience for her collection."

"You're 'pretty sure'?" replied Simon.

"Hey, if I'm wrong, I'll make sure everyone knows you tried to stop it," said Jim.

Simon held his phone. The sounds from the kitchen were getting louder and more disturbing; the grunting of men, the sharp crack of flesh being slapped, the rhythmic pounding of hip against hip. Simon could also hear Sarah crying out as best she could through her gag, although those sounds were more sporadic as her mouth became otherwise occupied. There was also laughter and cheering.

Jim resumed his game. Simon waited a bit longer, then slid his phone into his pocket and picked up the controller. "This is really fucked up," he said, and then joined the game.

--

Some time passed and the sounds from the kitchen began to die down. Andy came out of the kitchen wearing only his jeans.

"What the hell are you two doing?" he asked. "Don't you know there's a girl to fuck in the kitchen?"

"I'm good," replied Simon coldly.

"If you're 'good' then what the fuck are you doing here still? You really like this game that much?" said Andy.

"I wanted to make sure she was okay after everyone was done."

"She'll be fine, we know better than to actually hurt her," said Andy. "Get in there and go for it, everyone else is taking a breather before round two."

"Just fuck off," said Simon.

"Alright, suit yourself man."

Andy left and Simon went back to his game. Jim was beating him easily, but at this point Simon was barely focusing.

"Alright, I'll ask," said Jim. "Why are you still here? She'll be fine."

They played in silence for awhile.

"You really do want a turn, don't you," said Jim.

Simon threw his controller at the floor. "Of course I want a fucking turn! It's in my goddamn DNA and I hate it! All my life I've tried my best to be a good person and yet here I am, hesitating when it actually matters!"

Jim sighed and paused the game. "Alright, listen. I'm going to lay this out as simply as I can; if you've ever had even the smallest desire to fuck someone against their will without getting into trouble, you'll never get a better chance than tonight. Never."

Simon sat there, thinking in silence. The sounds from the kitchen had died down to a low murmur of conversation. Jim resumed the game and continued playing by himself.

"Fuck," uttered Simon. He waited a minute longer, then got up.

--

A great cheer went up as Simon entered the kitchen. Andy slapped him on the back and most of the men raised their drinks in salute. Everyone was in some state of undress, from mostly clothed to completely nude. Simon walked to where Sarah was laid out on the hard, cold tile of the kitchen floor.

She really was a mess. Her body was covered in red marks from where she'd been slapped, along with several loads of semen. At least one load was dripping from her abused pussy and her asshole looked equally mistreated. At the angle she was laying she couldn't help but drool through the open gag.

"Alright," said Simon. "If I'm going to do this, I want to do it right. Clean her up and then help me move her into the bedroom."

The men got to work, cleaning her body with paper towels. One guy roughly pushed a paper towel into her cunt and she winced, doubling over. He ignored her and pushed deeper, cleaning out the cum he'd presumably deposited in there himself.

Once she was clean, Simon and a couple other guys lifted her by her tightly-tied rope harness and carried her into the bedroom like a trussed-up pig to the dinner table. They tossed her onto the bed and the rest of the guys filed in to watch.

"Guess there's no chance of me getting to do this privately, huh?" asked Simon.

"No way in hell," replied Andy with a smile. "If we all had to fuck her in front of each other, you do too."

Simon nodded and pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his circumcised, half-erect cock. He heard murmurs from the assembled guys as he stroked himself to a full erection; though he wasn't very large in stature, he had an impressively large member. It wasn't what he would describe as a "monster" but it was far and away the largest one in the room.

Sarah was laying on her back with her head hanging off the foot of the bed. Simon stood before her and slowly pushed his throbbing cock into her mouth, feeling her struggle against her bindings as he pushed deeper and deeper into her throat. He'd never been with someone who could take him all the way into her mouth, but he'd also never tried forcing it into a girl who couldn't tell him not to.

He got most of the way in before he felt her gag. Not wanting her to choke too badly, he pulled out and let her spit up. Most of it ended up running down her face and into her hair. Simon waited until she just barely caught her breath then pushed in again. He went deeper this time before she once again started bucking against him as she gagged.

The third time he got deeper still, and the guys started cheering. She started to buck again but the cheering egged him on and he ignored her, pushing until he was all the way in and his balls were resting on her nose. A cheer erupted, and he held her like that for a moment before once again pulling out. She coughed and did her best to spit off to the side.

Simon grabbed her head and inserted himself into her mouth again, being careful not to gag her but instead going in and out with a steady rhythm. He slapped her breasts and pinched her nipples, feeling her squirm and cry out around his cock. Then he reached down and inserted two fingers into her pussy, pressing in hard despite her dryness. Her cries of protest were muffled as he pressed into her again and again.

Satisfied that he'd had enough of her mouth, he pulled out. His cock was dripping with her saliva, which he wiped off onto her forehead and hair. He circled around the bed and straddled her, lining himself up with her cunt. Teasing her entrance with the tip, he took a moment to take in the sight of her.

She was breathing heavily through her gag. Her nipples were erect from his abuse, betraying the pain her body was in. She writhed as his hands explored her, gently tracing the red welts that he and the rest of the guys had inflicted on her. He could also see some bruises starting to form on her ribs, tits and arms.

The men surrounding him started to chant "Fuck that bitch!" over and over, and he began pushing himself into her. She moaned and struggled as he pushed in and out in a rhythmic fashion, each thrust going a bit deeper. Her pussy, still dry from being cleaned out earlier, fought him as he pressed into her, but his cock was still slick from her saliva and it was easily winning the battle. Finally he reached her cervix and could go no further, even though he still had over an inch to give.

He held her like that for several seconds, his cock pressed hard against her limits, before slowly pulling out until he was just barely inside her. Then he pushed in with a violent thrust, once again going as deep as he could go. Sarah let out a scream, or at least as much of a scream as she could let out with the gag in her mouth. Her pussy was starting to get wet as it endured his abuse, and fucking her was getting easier. Simon picked up the pace now, each stroke bottoming out against her cervix.

As he increased speed and force, he could hear Sarah moaning despite herself. Someone shouted "Make that cheating whore cum!" and so Simon started fucking her double-time. As he rode her he slapped her face and tits hard. He felt her body quivering against his and he picked up the pace until she finally convulsed and called out as she climaxed against her will.

Simon pulled out. "You know," he said to the assembled crowd, "I've never had someone let me put this thing all the way in their ass before. You guys think she'll let me?"

The guys laughed and cheered. Simon smiled. He flipped Sarah over carelessly and pulled her legs off the bed, so that he could stand and penetrate her from behind. He rubbed his cock, still slick with her spit and pussy juices, up against her angry red rosebud. It had clearly gone through a lot tonight already, but it was about to go through so much more.

Rather than work into her slowly like he had with her mouth and cunt, Simon pushed as hard and as deep as he could with the very first stroke. Sarah screamed, but the sound was drowned out by the cheering going on around him. He kept pushing and pushing, feeling her body resist, stretch and tear around him as he went. Finally he reached his max depth as his hips met hers. It was an amazing feeling, being in her body to the hilt.

Simon grabbed Sarah's hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch against him. "You ready, bitch?" he whispered. She shook her head.

With one hand on her shoulder and the other still holding her hair, Simon skipped the warm-up and went straight to fucking her asshole hard and fast. She screamed and struggled hard, and for a moment Simon though he might fall out of her. But her struggles were also causing her to clench, holding him in and making it feel that much better.

He pushed again and again into her, reveling in the feeling of his hips slapping against her ass as he went all the way in with every thrust. As he fucked he felt a bloodlust overcome him; it felt like he was killing her with his dick, and the thought only made him press harder. He pressed her face into the bed with one hand and pulled her handcuffed arms up with the other, wrenching her shoulders and forcing her down. She was still trying to scream but the gag and the mattress muffled her.