More than She Bargained For Ch. 06

Kristina did not hear from Josh, Tony or Marci for several days after that night. With every night that passed without hearing from them, she would go to bed early and masturbate through multiple orgasms until she passed out. Her three tormentors had inadvertently turned her into a whore, at least mentally, and she could not get through an entire day without experiencing orgasm.

But after a week, Kristina quickly tired of her fingers. She needed to experience being submissive again. She needed cock. So instead of waiting for a call, she called Josh.

"Hello," he answered.

"Josh, its Kristina," she said, trying to sound sexy.

"What do you want?" he asked, coldly. Kristina was taken aback.

"I want you, Josh. And Tony. I need you to dominate me again...my body craves it."

"Kristina, don't you understand? We are done with you. We have done everything to you, and you have nothing left to offer us. We are moving on to the next girl."

Kristina was shocked. She thought for sure that her offering herself to the boys would get them aroused.

"You have no interest in fucking my ass, or my mouth or pussy? You don't think I can get you off?" she pouted.

"No, Kristina. Like I said, we have some fresh meat that we are treating just like we treated you. We moved on, so should you."

Kristina was on the verge of tears, and hung up so that she would not cry in front of Josh. Not more than two weeks ago, if she knew a guy like Josh would even attempt anal sex with a woman, she would have avoided him like the plague. Now, here she was envying this new girl she didn't even know, knowing that Josh and Tony would be DPing her, opening her up to a world of pleasure she never knew existed.

She took inventory of her situation. She was still cute, and still very desirable to men. Even if Josh and Tony had no interest, she could surely find a college guy to butt-fuck her. Hell, she could walk around the block and find five guys without any trouble.

So she set out to find a man to satisfy her. And as planned, she had no trouble. In class she approached a guy named Dave who was cute enough. When he came over to her dorm, she practically attacked him. Skipping all foreplay, she dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants and boxers.

But Dave was not as cocksure as Josh or Tony. Kristina had only bobbed her head twenty times and he blew his load.

She backed off his dick and gargled, "What the hell!" His cum leaked out of her mouth.

"Sorry, I got too excited," he said.

Kristina stared in disappointment as his cock went flaccid. She told him to put his pants back on and leave. Once alone, Kristina finished herself off, again.

The next night she brought home a new guy, Max, who fell for her flirting in about three seconds. She had asked him if he was a virgin, and he lied that he was not.

"Good," she said. "I'm not trying to train any rookies." In fear of repeating the previous night, she worked on his cock manually at first, stroking him to full attention.

When he was ready, Kristina laid on her side and parted her legs. Max mounted her and pushed his cock in half way. He humped clumsily, lacking rhythm or pace, just mashing against her like an animal.

Kristina wanted to advise him, but she refrained. Instead, she moved her left hand down to her ass, spread it, and began dipping her middle finger inside. She realized her error immediately. Max went bug-eyed when he saw this, and she felt his cum building up inside his cock.

"Nooo!" she screamed in disappointment. It was too late. He unloaded inside her. Like Dave, he apologized, quickly dressed and left her to finish off herself.

Kristina knew now that while she could get just about any man in bed, none of them would be able to satisfy her like Josh or Tony. She had to find a way to make herself more desirable for them. She had to offer them something they could not get from any other girl. She had to think.

Unable to come up with anything depriving enough, she called Marci. Marci told her that if she wanted her help, to come over to her dorm. They would talk about it in person.

Kristina was there not a half hour later, and was greeted by Marci wearing shear lingerie.

"Come in," she said, and shut the door behind her.

"Thanks for helping, Marci. I really need-,"

"Oh, shut up, bitch," Marci interrupted. "First things first. If you want my help, get that tongue in my pussy. Not a word more."

Marci sat in her chair, lifted her legs over the arm rests, and pulled her panties aside. Kristina should have known better than to expect sympathy from Marci. She knelt between her legs and went to town on her pussy. Marci grabbed the hair behind Kristina's head and forced her mouth firmly onto her pussy. Then, the taunting began.

"What a ho you have become. Willingly eating my pussy just so you can get fucked hard by two guys who hate you! How far you have fallen." As she spoke, she ground her wet pussy into Kristina's moaning mouth. Kristina grabbed onto the legs of the chair for leverage as Marci raped her mouth.

"Get your tongue deep in that hole, bitch," commanded Marci. Kristina obeyed, swirling her tongue inside Marci's moist tunnel. In that instant, Marci erupted in orgasm. As the liquid invaded Kristina's mouth, she gagged and her body convulsed. Mercifully, Marci let go of her hair.

"Stand up and bend over my desk, now," ordered Marci. Kristina obeyed. Even though she would have preferred the boys, she was still a bit turned on being dominated by Marci. She laid her chest flat on the desk top as she listened to Marci rummaging through her sock drawer behind her.

Suddenly, Marci was behind her, yanking her skirt up over her ass and her thong down to the floor. Kristina felt pressure in her asshole as Marci forced a butt plug inside her.

"Christ, that was easy!" said Marci. She then spread her pussy and forced a 5 five inch dildo inside. "You should be ashamed of yourself. How could you possibly be wet?"

Kristina held her head low in embarrassment. She expected Marci to keep working the plastic cock inside her, but was surprised to feel Marci hike the thong back up her legs and between her ass cheeks, locking the dildo and butt plug in place. Marci pulled the skirt back down, covering her ass, and then pulled her to her feet by her hair.

Kristina slowly turned to face Marci, wondering what the hell was going on. Marci held up what appeared to be a remote control with a little switch that ready "On/Off." Before Kristina could even think about it, Marci flicked the switch on and Kristina felt the dildo start vibrating inside of her. Kristina went limp-kneed and grabbed for her crotch. She sank to her knees, and Marci flipped the switch back off.

With Kristina panting on the floor, Marci explained the future.

"You are going to walk back to your dorm and I am going to follow you, always about 20 feet behind you. At any point, I might turn that dildo on. It might be in front of strangers, or friends of yours, or you could be completely alone. Once you get back to your dorm, I will tell you how to get back with Tony and Josh."

Kristina weighed her options, but knew deep inside that she really only had the one choice. She picked herself up off the ground, opened the door, and marched out into the hallway.

As Kristina made her way down the hall, down the stairs and out the front door, she tried to teach herself to walk in such a way that did not make it obvious that she was being DPed with plastic cocks. Marci stifled giggles as she watched Kristina struggle. It was hard to stand upright, let alone walk in a normal fashion, but by the time they got outside, Kristina could manage.

It was just after 10pm, and Kristina thought she might be able to use the cover of night to hide her situation. Her dorm was four blocks away, and she could not see too many people on the street. Perhaps she caught a break.

"Let me see, here," said Marci, examining her remote.

Before she could prepare herself, Kristina felt the dildo vibrate. She grabbed onto the handle of the door to prevent herself from falling, and Marci turned it off.

"Just wanted to make sure its still working," she mocked. Kristina started walking towards her dorm, picking the side of the street that had no people on it.

Every twenty paces or so, Marci would flick the dildo on and off, just to make Kristina jump. Each time, Marci chuckled to herself, loving Kristina's embarrassment. As Kristina came up to the end of the second street, she waited on the corner for a white van to pass. She was standing in the glow of a street light, and did her best to stand up straight. It seemed to her as if everyone must know what was going on between her legs.

Marci hid behind a car twenty feet behind Kristina and flicked her switch. Kristina jerked for a moment, and anticipated that Marci would turn it off, just as she had before. Instead, Marci left the dildo rocking around inside her, and her legs started to go weak.

As the van pulled up to the corner, Kristina sank to her knees. She hoped the van would just drive passed her and leave her alone, but in her horror, she heard the side door slide open. Marci mercifully turned the dildo off as Kristina heard a voice.

"Are you OK?"

Kristina looked up and brushed the hair out of her eyes and looked up to meet the eyes of some college guy she had never met.

"Yeah, sorry, I am just a little tired and I stumbled."

"We can give you a ride, if you want. We are filming a documentary right now, interviewing college girls on campus. If you come with us, we will take you home and pay you $100."

Kristina turned around to see if Marci was giving her any instruction. She was gone, or at least hidden. Assuming the dildo did not start up again in the van, a ride was exactly what she needed.

"Yeah, thank you. I am just a couple blocks up," she answered.

She took his hand and he helped her to her feet. He guided her into the middle row of seats and followed her in, sitting immediately to her left. As she sat down, she examined the inside of the van. There were six guys in there with her, two black, two hispanic, one asian and the white guy who helped her off the street.

The guy in the passenger seat up front turned around and faced her with a video camera.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Kristina...what's with the camera?" The guy to her left filled her in.

"We are filming a documentary about sex on college campuses. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"$100, right? Will you blur out my face?" she asked.

"Yeah, we can do that. Here is the cash now so you know we are legit."

Kristina took five $20s from him and slipped it in her cleavage.

"What year are you?"

"I'm a freshman," she said.

"How many sexual partners have you had since you have been here?"

Kristina was surprised by the bluntness of the questions, but responded honestly.

"Three," she secretly counted Marci. Her answer seemed to energize the guys in the van. A couple of them shifted in their seat, Kristina assumed so that they could adjust to their erections.

"And have you ever had anal sex? If so, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, and yes, eventually. I hated it at first but after I got used to it I learned to enjoy it."

A murmur of enthusiasm swelled from the seats behind her.

"How many of your sexual partners with the result of intoxication?"

Kristina thought about it, and again answered truthfully. "Two. Both of them resulted in anal, if you are wondering."

"OK, great. Just one last questions. Do you think, given that college is the time to experiment, you would offer yourself to a stranger if he or they offered you the right amount of cash?"

Kristina finally put two and two together. They were going to attempt to fuck her. Her pussy started juicing at the thought. Maybe this is exactly what she needed.

Maybe, she thought, Marci set this whole thing up for her.

"I suppose, for the right amount of money I might be willing to submit myself." Just saying these words made her wetter than she already was. Maybe these guys could control her and fuck her the way she needed.

"And how much would that cost?" he asked.

"I don't know...maybe $500."

"So if we offered you a grand right here, right now, would you let us gang bang you?"

Kristina started shaking. $1,000 was a lot for her, and she might actually enjoy it.

"In the van?" she asked. The guys already knew that meant yes.

"Well, we would take you somewhere a little nicer than the inside of a van."

As she considered it, her most horrific scenario came true. Her dildo turned on again. She did not know if Marci flicked the switch, or if it went on by accident, but the whole van could hear the vibrations inside her vagina.

"What the fuck is that?" said a guy in the back seat.

"Uh...its a long story," she answered.

"It sounds like it is coming from between her legs!"

"Kristina, would you please turn around, put your knees on the seat and bend over the back of your seat?"

Kristina readied herself for ridicule. She propped herself the way they wanted her, and immediately felt hands on her skirt. The guy asking the questions, clearly the leader of the pack, pulled up her skirt and admired her ass. Kristina could feel the heat of the camera light on her bare ass.

The boy hooked his finger under her thong and pulled it down to her knees.

"Holy shit!" said the cameraman. Kristina hung her head in shame as the boys stared at the dildo and butt plug.

"What is it?" the asian guy in the back seat asked. He was worried it was some hideous STD that would cancel their plans with her.

"This bitch is packed with a vibrating dildo in her pussy and butt plug in her ass. She must really like anal, this one! I think we found ourselves a wildcat!"

The guy to her left spread her ass apart so the camera could inspect it. Then the black guy on her other side pulled the butt plug until it popped out of her sphincter. He passed it back to the asian guy, who held it up to her mouth.

"Put this in your mouth and hold it like a pacifier. No speaking until we get where we are going." Kristina immediately closed her mouth around the plug and held it there, tasting the foul funk of her asshole.

Muffled, Kristina waited for their next move. She felt the boy pull at her thong until they slid under her knees and off her feet. He tied them around her head, blinding her.

"We can't have you know where we are going. Don't take this off. Now turn around and sit down again."

Kristina turned and sat between the two boys again.

"We are only a few minutes away from our destination. Until we get there, spread your feet on the two seats in front of you and move that dildo in and out of your pussy."

Kristina did not even know who was talking to her, but she obeyed. She slid forward in her spot and planted her feet on the back of the chairs in front of her. The camera panned down to catch her start fucking herself with the dildo, still vibrating. Kristina felt like it would not turn off again until the batteries died.

In no more than a minute, there were hands from behind her groping her tits through her tank top, as well as hands from her sides sliding up and down the insides of her legs. Caught up in the moment, she put her free hand on her pussy and rubbed her clit. Her entire body shivered as she brought herself to orgasm. Her seat was wet with her sweat and pussy juice, and she could feel it dampening her ass. Her breaths slowed as she came down from her high, and felt the van pull off the road.

"Just in time, slut. We are here."