Poor Becca Ch. 06

On the screen I watched him part my pussy lips and slide his finger up and down my wet slit, stimulating my clit.

"Ooooh you are wet aren't you Becca? You were right," he said, looking in between my legs.

He shuffled down and got his face right next to my spread snatch. I saw him breath in my scent and lick his lips.

"Wow! You smell nice and cunty down there Becca, let's have a taste of you."

He went down on me, feasting on my wet hole. His moans were muffled by my meaty lips as he devoured me with a loud slurping noise, like someone eating a juicy orange.

"Mmmmffff you taste like heaven Becca," he slurped, "So juicy and sweet mmmmfffff."

It was difficult to watch, but somehow arousing. Seeing a man use my body without my knowledge for his own pleasure. He was a freak there was no doubt about that, but I couldn't help but get turned on by what I was seeing.

He ate my juicy cunt for a few minutes before he surfaced and wiped his wet chin. If I'd been conscious I probably would have cum from his attentions, but I barely stirred throughout the whole process. He kicked his jeans off and rubbed his cock some more. He was oozing precum as he wiped his cock up and down my slit. I stirred on the dirty mattress.

"Shit she's waking up," said the camera man from behind the lens.

"She'll be out for a while yet," said Victor. "Chloroform doesn't wear off that quick. Shut up and keep filming."

His attention went back to rubbing my pussy with the head of his cock.

"Shush Becca. Be patient, I'll stick it inside you in a minute," he replied to my non-existent words.

He pushed a finger inside me.

"Ooooh you're soaking fucking wet, you little slut," he gasped.

He fingered me hard and fast with wet slapping noises. I wondered if he was trying to get me off, but it wasn't going to happen. I looked down at my swollen pussy as I sat on the chair. At least now I knew why it was so puffy. He wasn't exactly gentle with his fingering. My sickness had subsided and my emotions were flipping from anger to intrigue. I turned this guy on so much that he wanted to fuck my unresponsive body. It was freaky, but flattering. I squished my thighs together and couldn't decide if I was wet with arousal or if more of this losers spunk had dribbled out of me. I was definitely juicing up.

I looked back at the laptop just as he finished assaulting my with his fingers.

"Nice and wet for my big cock Becca. Mmmmm. I know you want it."

He pushed my legs further apart and pushed his cock straight into me. He let out a long groan as he enjoyed my unresisting snatch. He could do anything to me, I was completely out of it. I couldn't believe I hadn't woken up. He started to pound away at me. My tits jiggled like jelly as he trust in and out.

"So juicy and tight. Like a little virgin girl, Becca. Exquisite."

He pulled out and slapped the head of his cock on my clit before stuffing it back in.

"Mmmm I know baby, you love it. Are you going to cum?"

I looked up at him.

"Really?" I mocked him. "What sort of a fucking loser are you?"

"A loser that's just spunked in your fuck hole babe. That's what sort. And I'm going to do it again now your conscious."

"Like hell you are."

"Shut up and watch."

He slipped out of me several times from his lack of control. Each time he slipped out his cock pushed against my pussy. It must have hurt him and it again explained why I was swollen and puffy. He switched positions and rolled me onto my side. He put me in what looked like the recovery position, with one leg straight and one leg bent. The camera man followed him and he penetrated me again and started to quicken his pace.

"I know sweetheart, I know. I'll cum in you soon, don't worry. I know how much you love a pussy full of cream."

I looked up at him again in disbelief. I didn't need to say "Really?" this time, my face said it all.

I looked back to the screen waiting for the inevitable grunt and thrust when he came. The camera zoomed right in and showed a pretty good shot of his cock banging away at me. Seeing my pussy spread open by his big cock was definitely making me wet now. There was no doubt about it. I almost wanted to see him cum in me out of curiosity.

"Oooooh baby yes, get ready. I'm going to cum in your cute little cunt," he said, as he slowed his pace and thrust deeper.

My body slumped forward and wobbled with each thrust, even though I was well toned. Three more thrusts and he was done. He groaned and pushed in deep as his first shot violated my cervix. He slid back and forth in a few short strokes and shot another pulse inside me. The camera caught the action perfectly as I watched his balls twitch and his cock pulse, expelling semen into my vagina. It was fascinating to watch his cock tense and relax like a snake shedding is skin. Several pumps later and he was done.

"Holy shit Becca. You're such a little slut for letting me cum in you. Did you enjoy it."

He cupped his ear. "I thought so."

His dicked slipped out of me with a slurp and he looked down to admire his creampie he had given me.

"Enjoy it baby," he said and moved out of shot.

The camera wobbled as it changed hands and the other guy from the back of the people carrier appeared.

"Sloppy seconds time, Becca," he said, undoing his jeans on his way to my lifeless body.

He didn't bother taking his jeans off. He just got on his knees pulled them down and stroked his circumcised dick. Victor now had the camera and he moved around to get a shot of my messy cunt. He zoomed in and I saw his hand appear on my ass cheek as he spread my cheeks open to get a good shot. From the position I was in the cum was flowing into me and not out. My lips were spread open and I could see his creamy load just inside me. It clung to my pussy like glue and looked sexy as hell.

Victors mate carried on with the imaginary conversation.

"I know baby, one load is never enough for a slut like you. Don't worry I'll fill you up too and when I'm done Paul's going to have a go on you."

So there were three of them after all. I didn't know where Paul was, but he hadn't appeared on the camera yet.

I watched as he mate carried on wanking himself off looking at my creamy hole. He was denying himself the pleasure of sliding into the sticky mess until the last minute. He was bigger than Victor, maybe seven inches.

"If he sticks that little cock in me its classed a gang rape. You know that don't you?" I said, trying to mock the size of his cock.

"It's a it late for 'ifs' and 'buts' princess," laughed Victor.

"Stop calling me that. It's annoying."

"Sorry princess," he laughed again.

His mate carried on wanking and it didn't take him long. He positioned himself so he could slide into me and carried on wanking.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Can't you keep it up long enough to fuck a girl? You have to wank off instead?"

Just I said that he pushed his dick inside me and came instantly. He had got himself off from masturbating and just used my pussy to dump his load.

"Ahhhh fuck! Jesus that's wet," he groaned, as he emptied his balls into me.

"Of course its wet Sam," said Victor, from behind the camera. "I've just shot my load in it."

The fact they referred to my pussy as 'it' made me feel even worse. They didn't even see me as a person. Just a cunt to empty themselves into.

"You filthy pair of bastards!" I snapped, attempting to get up and move away from the screen.

"No no no," said Victor, pinning me back to the chair by my shoulders. "The shows not over yet bitch. Do you prefer being called bitch or princess?"

"Neither," I said, spitting at him.

It hit him on his cheek. He wiped it with his finger and sucked my saliva off it.

"Mmmm delicious," he moaned, "sweet like your pussy."

He pulled my hair and pushed my face towards the screen.

"One more to go Becca."

Sam had pulled his slimy cock out of me and moved away. Another guy appeared who I assumed was Paul. He had his jeans off and was just wearing a T shirt. He was already hard and wanted me in a different position. He rolled me onto my back and lifted my neck from underneath. I knew what was coming next. He was about the same size as Sam and was shaved. He pushed his finger in my mouth and opened my passage. My throat was in line with my mouth and my head was upside down. A perfect angle to fuck my throat with. He played with my tits a little, tweaking my nipples and wiping his cock round my face.

The pretend conversation continued from him as it had with the others.

"What's that Becca? You want me to cum in your mouth? Well lets try it out for size first."

"Did he cum in my mouth?" I asked impatiently.

"Keep watching and you'll see."

He pushed his dick between my unconscious lips. He came across a little bit of resistance as the tip of his cock must have entered my throat. He pushed past it and started pumping my face as though he was fucking someone's ass. He gripped my head and neck as he pounded my throat.

I looked away from the screen and covered my mouth, almost throwing up. I managed to keep it down.

"No wonder my fucking throats sore," I snapped.

"Yeah! He's not the most gentle when it comes to fucking," Victor laughed.

I turned back to the screen. It didn't take Paul long to cum. I saw the tell tale signs. I waited to watch him pump it down my throat, but he didn't. He pulled out and moved down in between my legs. He pushed into me and gasped at my full pussy.

"Ooooh Becca you're so sloppy," he whispered. "You love a cummy pussy don't you? I've got a nice hot load for you. Here it comes."

He threw his head back and began shooting his cum into me. Victor zoomed in with the camera and showed my overfilled slit start to ooze spunk as it couldn't hold any more.

"Pull out a bit Paul. I don't want it leaking everywhere. I want her to wake up with a spunky mess inside her."

Paul pulled out so just his tip was inside me and finished his last few spurts. Before he pulled out he called Sam over.

"Sam grab her legs and keep them elevated, we don't want it leaking out."

Sam did as he was told and grabbed both my ankles and lifted my ass off the mattress as Paul unplugged his cock from my hole. There was no leakage. The cum stayed inside me. Sam held my limp legs up as though I was a prize stag that had been culled. Paul picked me up by my shoulders, ensuring he kept my pussy higher than my torso and they carried me out of shot. Presumably I was thrown in the broom cupboard to wake up with leaking cunt. The video ended.

"Happy now?" I asked, "I watched your sick video now give me my clothes and let me go you dirty bastards."

"I will let you go Becca, but not yet. Let me explain a few things to you," said victor, sitting down on the corner of the desk right next to me.

He looked me up and down, pausing at my pussy and boobs. I felt disgusted with him looking at me. Especially after what they had just done to me. Although, I was absolutely soaked between my legs. I'm pretty sure that if I got up I would leave a puddle on the chair. Being fucked while unconscious had turned me on like I never thought it would. I was surprised by my own feelings and it took me back to when Lexa had first made me fuck five guys. Initial disgust and revulsion followed by wanton lust.

"Explain what?" I demanded.

"Well. We are a film crew just like Lexa's business. We make films like her for the dark web. Unfortunately we have been losing a lot of business to Lexa and its all thanks to you." Victor said, pointing at me.

"Me? What the fuck have I got to do with it?"

"You're the new star Becca. Everyone loves your films. The creampie one, the bukkake one, the anal one and the one where you fucked your sexy sister. Clients can't get enough of you."

I sat up straighter feeling proud. It was strange to think of all those men getting off to me being fucked and abused.

"So to even up the odds we have kidnapped you and want a film of our own," he continued.

"Well now you have it, you can let me go. You could have just asked me. You didn't have to knock me out and rape me."

"It wasn't rape Becca. You never said no."

"Fuck off. Even a loser like you knows that's not how it goes."

"Maybe not, but just look at it from my point of view. When we picked you up you were dressed like a high class call girl. You had no underwear on at all and you were soaking wet between your legs."

"None of that was meant for you, you sick fuck."

"No you were meeting Lexa, but we got there first. She's not the only one who can track people and delve into their private lives."

"So you've been tracking me? Spying on me?"

"Something like that. Tell me Becca, why were you so wet when we picked you up. Paul said he had stuck four fingers inside you in the back of the car before you got here, he said you were fucking sopping wet. Had you been playing with yourself before you went out."

"None of your business," I snapped. I thought back to Lexa sending me the photos and my clit rubbing session in the kitchen. I hoped they hadn't unlocked my phone and found the messages.

"That's a yes then. You are a little slut aren't you princess. Did you use toys or just fingers."

He was getting off on this. Thinking of me fingering myself. I thought I'd try and gain an advantage.

"Yes Victor. I used my little finger. It was about the same size as your little cock."

"No need to be nasty Becca. If I stuck it in your asshole you'd know about it."

I went quiet.

"Come on what did you really do?" he asked again, feeling my right breast. "You can tell me."

I slapped his hand away.

"Did you rub your little bean thinking of Lexa," he mocked. "Pretending it was her getting you off. Did you cum?"

I looked him directly in the eye.

"I sat on the chair, pulled my dress up and rubbed my clitoris thinking of Lexa's shaven cunt. I stopped short of my orgasm," I said defiantly.

"Holy shit. You're as filthy as you are in your films. So descriptive. No wonder you're so popular."

"Good. I'm glad we've got that cleared up. Now let me go, you have your film."

"That wasn't the film. That was just us having fun, showing you we mean business. I've got ten guys outside with nice hard cocks. They're going to be the film, with you as the star."

My heart sank. I thought I was about to get out of here and back to Lexa. That obviously wasn't going to happen. I wasn't worried, just pissed off that my evening had been ruined after I'd waited so long to finally go on a date with her. Besides, a ten guy fuck fest wasn't going to be the worst ending to the evening. However I wasn't about to tell Victor I was willing.

"Anyone comes near me with a cock and they'll regret it. I have sharp nails and teeth."

"Now, now princess. Be nice," he whispered calmly, stroking my hair.

I batted him away.

"FUCKING. LET. ME. GO." I spelled it out to him in single words, through gritted teeth.

He pulled my hair and yanked my head back.

"YOU'LL. DO. AS. YOU'RE. TOLD," he replied, mimicking me.

He dragged me by my hair onto the mattresses as I struggled to keep my balance. He pushed me down and the other two came over to pin me down.

The sudden forcefulness felt exciting and dirty. My evening was ruined so being fucked by ten guys was a close second best. I wanted to be dominated by these men. Watching them fuck my unconscious body had turned me on too much and I needed to cum. This was all on act on my part to make them get rough with me.

"Get the ropes," snapped Victor. "Tie the bitch down."

"FUCK YOU! GET OFF ME," I shouted.

Paul got up and came back with pink nylon rope.

"How do you want her tied?" he asked.

"Arms first. Box tie her behind her back."

I was flipped over onto my front similar to how police officers arrest people. Sam sat on my legs and Paul and Victor pulled my arms behind my back. My arms were positioned as though they were folded in front of me, except they were behind me. He tied my left wrist to my right elbow and vice versa. I couldn't move my arms.

"Now her legs. Frog tie her, we still need access to her cunt."

Sam took my left leg and bent it at the knee as I struggled beneath them.

"Keep the bitch still," Sam hissed.

The other two put more weight on me pinning me down further. Sam pushed my bent leg back further until my heel touched my bum cheek. He tied my ankle to my thigh and then another tie at the knee. He repeated this on my right leg and they all jumped off me to admire their work.

I spat at them from my awkward position. I couldn't move my arms as they were folded behind me. I couldn't move my legs as they were folded underneath me. I felt helpless and so exposed and vulnerable. It felt amazing. I managed to get to my knees and closed my legs. I sat there kneeling in front of them with my arms behind my back.

"Fucking cunts," I shouted at them.

They burst out laughing making me feel more demeaned.

"Finish tying her properly and I'll get the hoist sorted out," said Paul to Sam.

"I'll sort the camera equipment and then we're good to go," replied Victor.

Paul and Victor wandered off.

Sam got more rope and started to almost wrap me in the stuff. He tied intricate knots along my legs. It was almost an artform for him. I kept still and let him get on with it. It was pointless struggling. The knots were tight enough to restrict me, but not enough to cut off the circulation. He wrapped both legs and move on to my arms. He wrapped around above my breasts pinning my arms to my sides. Then he wrapped under my breasts pinning my arms further still. The rope was soft and bright pink and I had to admit I did look and feel extremely sexy.

Sam stepped back to check out the finished article. He looked pleased with the results. He moved nearer and moved me onto my front. Then he used my arms to hoist my ass into the air and spread my legs open. He stepped back to take another look.

"Perfect," he said.

I couldn't really move other than roll onto my side. I stayed where I was enjoying the feeling of being helpless and my genitals on display. My face was on the filthy mattress and my ass in the air like a dog. I craned my neck and saw Paul throwing ropes over a steel roof beam. There were four in total. He was making what looked like a sling of hammock suspended from the ceiling. There were no prizes for guessing where I was going next.

I looked in the other direction and saw Victor opening the large double doors and letting a group of men in. There was about ten of them just as he had threatened.

"Here she is boys, just like I promised," announced Victor, pointing over to me bent over on the mattress.

I felt the cold air from outside blowing against my wet vulva and realised I was wet down the inside of my thighs too. There was no way it was their cum. This was all my own arousal and was feeling hornier than ever before. The anticipation of being strung up an fucked senseless was getting to me already.

"She's got a bit of a potty mouth today, but you'll still enjoy her," continued Victor.

The men gathered round taking it in turns to look at my exposed gash. They were commenting on my body as men do when they are in a group.

Victor came closer and pushed me over onto my back. I felt like a turtle struggling to right itself. I closed my legs. I wanted them to think I wasn't willing, when really I craved some cock inside me. The men came closer to see my tits and Victor got on his knees and wrenched my legs apart so they could get a closer look at my overhydrated cunt. I was getting juicier by the second.

"Look at that boys. Freshly shaved, tight and soaking fucking wet," said Victor, as he spread my labia with his fingers. He slapped my clit making me flinch.