Taylor Pt. 05: Prom

The big night had come, and boy was Taylor dreading it. Her Senior Prom, what should have been the triumphant and jubilant finale to her high school social life was now nothing more than a cause for anxiety. What will they make me do? Who will they make me do? These were the questions she had no answer for but couldn't help obsessing over.

For the past few months, Taylor had been coerced or downright forced to have all manner of sexual relations with mortal enemies, one-time friends, exes, sleazy teachers, pervy coaches, her own sister and father, and more random classmates than she could possibly keep track of. Most recently, she'd even been loaned out to Jackson's brother's fraternity for one of their huge gangbang parties. They'd kept track that night and Taylor knew she'd been fucked and cummed on 45 times in just a few hours, though honestly it felt like more. Not long ago, it would have embarrassed her to know that a bunch of older guys had not only seen her naked but used her body at will. Today, it was just a fact of life.

The frat guys had kept her in their house for almost the entire weekend, fucking her, letting her eat, sleep, shower and then fucking her some more. It was way out of hand considering she was only supposed to be there for one night on a "college visit", or so her parents thought. She had a hell of a time convincing them that she was both safe and with her boyfriend, Ethan, and his parents when she didn't come home the next day. When she was finally was returned home, tired and sore from nearly two full days of getting gangbanged, her parents' initial concern had turned into disinterest. No one cared what had happened, what WAS happening to her at the hands of Jackson, Viktor and Bradley.

Except, Taylor now wondered, maybe her sister Anne. When Taylor had been brought home from the frat house, she was met by Anne who expressed fear and concern over what had happened. Taylor didn't recognize it at first, but Anne actually seemed...genuinely worried about her. There was a small but noticeable change in the way Anne treated her for the next week. Anne had been heavily on the side of Taylor's abusers, gleefully joining in and forcing Taylor to do all sorts of sex things to her, happy to ignore their relation. Now she seemed less inclined, maybe even protective. None of this was said outright, but when Taylor's abusers more or less left her alone for that week, she just had a feeling that it was Anne's doing.

But this Saturday was Prom, and there was nothing Anne or anyone could do to stop Bradley and the guys from having their fun. It had been decided that, for appearances sake, Taylor would be accompanied by her still-boyfriend Ethan. The reality was that she and Ethan, despite being forced to share in this torment (including various acts of gay sex and incest) had never been more distant from each other. They barely spoke, and rarely saw each other outside of school or a pre-planned sexual torture. Taylor wanted to be excited to at least be going to Prom with him, but was far more worried (and rightfully so) about what fresh hell they'd be made to endure together.

It started with the dress. Anne left it on Taylor's bed on Wednesday at the behest of Bradley and the others. Ash and Ky had helped pick it out: the sluttiest, most revealing prom dress anyone could ever hope to get away with wearing. It was hot pink, strapless, hugged her body all the way down to a quick stop just below her ass cheeks. Trying it on, Taylor was shocked her panties weren't visible even when she just stood still. No doubt they would be glimpsed anytime she walked or danced or sat down. Frankly though, Taylor was relieved that the note from Bradley which accompanied the dress told her she was allowed to wear panties at all (though it specified they must be a thong and no bra was allowed).

Her next instructions came on Friday, the day before prom. Anne, who had been acting strange all week, came into Taylor's room while she was reading and closed the door.

"Bradley says Ethan will pick you up here tomorrow then you'll both go over to his house to get on the limo with the rest of us," said Anne quietly. She did not sneer while commanding Taylor like she'd done in the past.

"Okay," said Taylor. Her fight was gone, she'd learned to accept her fate, whatever it might be.

Anne stood there for a moment before turning to leave. She stopped again when her hand was on the doorknob and turned back to Taylor.

"Are you, um, okay after last weekend?" said Anne almost nervously.

Taylor was take aback. Was she being serious?

"I mean, I guess. Kinda," said Taylor, not really sure how to answer.

"They didn't hurt you or anything, right? Bradley and Jackson said it would just be a couple guys for a couple hours, I didn't find out until later that it was so many and they would keep you so long," said Anne.

"Yeah, I mean, it sucked but at this point I've had worse, probably," said Taylor. She still didn't know what to make of Anne's concern.

"Alright," said Anne. She looked like she wanted to say more but wouldn't/couldn't/didn't. She left the room and Taylor was left to wonder what the hell her sister was playing at.

The day had come and Taylor stood in the front yard with Ethan while their parents took pictures of them all dressed up. Ethan was dressed up anyway, Taylor looked like she needed a few more yards of cloth to hit the minimum requirement for that. Her mom and dad had raised some pretty serious eyebrows when they saw her in the skimpy pink dress but apparently chose not to object to it. Taylor was pretty sure her appearance had raised something else in Mr. Morgan, Ethan's father, who seemed to need to adjust the front of his pants an awful lot while he took pictures of the couple. Taylor knew from the gloryhole incident exactly how well-endowed he was and the thought of him getting hard looking at her made her pussy tingle a little. A side-effect from all the sex she'd been forced to have recently, Taylor's body seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to arousal. Case in point: she started to wonder if her own dad was getting hard looking at her. That thought, mixed with the memory of secretly sucking and fucking him not long ago, was getting her pussy wet.

"You kids look great," said Mr. Morgan, discretely adjusting his pants, "Wish we could come with you. It'll be another boring night of poker for us old guys."

He gestured to Taylor's dad who nodded in agreement. The two occasionally played cards with some other guys around town.

"Well I certainly don't want to be the only one sitting at home all night!" said Taylor's mom, "Maybe I'll see a movie or something."

Taylor wasn't really listening and didn't really care what her parents' plans were. She had enough to worry about.

Pictures over, Ethan and Taylor drove in silence to Bradley's house. Taylor knew Ethan was still having a hard time with everything that had gone down, maybe even harder than she (though let's be fair, she'd obviously put up with more than him). In any event, Taylor summoned her strength and spoke some of the first words they'd shared in weeks:

"You look really nice," she said. He looked at her, surprised. She smiled at him.

"T-thanks," he said awkwardly, "You look great."

She knew he probably only half meant it (they both knew what her outfit foretold) but it was nice to hear the compliment. He reached over and held her hand for the rest of the drive. It was the nicest 15 minutes she'd had in a long time.

It ended quickly upon arriving at Bradley's. As they pulled up, they could see the whole group leaving the house to climb into the limo. Bradley and Ash, Viktor and Anne (who had not told her parents she was going to the dance), and Jackson escorting both Kelly and Ky. The group was in good spirits and looked delighted to see Taylor and Ethan: the guests of honor.

"Glad you guys made it!" said Bradley, implying that they'd had a choice, "We're just about to head out, hop in!"

They all squeezed into the limo and with a few words to the driver were off.

The dance was being held at a convention hall about half an hour away so the group passed the time laughing and sipping from a bottle of champagne someone had smuggled from their parents' house. Quickly though, the attention settled onto Taylor.

"Great dress, Taylor! Where'd you get it?" said Ash sarcastically, drawing a big laugh from the others.

"I feel like it's missing something..." said Bradley, "Hang on, where's the garter?"

Taylor gulped, worried she'd forgotten something.

"There wasn't...I mean...you didn't..." stuttered Taylor.

"Ah don't worry, I'm sure someone has something you can wear," said Bradley, a shit-eating grin on his face, "Anyone?"

Everyone playfully looked at each other, throwing up their hands.

"Hang on," said Viktor, "I think I have something."

He reached in a small bag he had next to him and pulled out something long and black. When Taylor realized what it was, her heart started pounding.

"Anal beads!? Where'd you get those, dude?" said Bradley jokingly, "Well I guess if that's all we have, Taylor better put them to good use, right guys?"

Everyone seemed excited and supportive of this idea, save Anne who had been suspiciously quiet and distant during the limo ride.

The beads were passed down to Taylor at the back seat, who examined them once in her hands. The entire thing was made of black silicone and consisted of five spheres set at intervals along a silicone strand. The first bead was probably a bit under an inch wide, but to Taylor's horror, the beads increased in size to the point that the last bead looked to be closer to 3 inches wide. The very end had a large ring to aid in removing the beads. Taylor thought it would make her look like she had a pull-string like Woody in Toy Story.

"Don't be shy, why don't you bend over and let us watch you put them in," said Bradley. Taylor recognized it as a command, not a suggestion.

Taylor turned the strand of beads over in her hand, wondering how the hell she'd get them in her butt. In fairness, her ass wasn't anywhere near as tight as it once was, what with all the anal she'd been forced into with the likes of Jackson and Viktor. Still, the beads looked menacing.

"Stop fucking staring at it and bend the fuck over," said Ky roughly.

Taylor turned in her seat, kneeling on it so her back was to the rest of the limo's occupants. She accidentally glanced at Ethan, who was sitting next to her, and regretted it. His face showed the same shame it always did in these situations. She knew he was probably mostly ashamed of himself, but she couldn't help but feel hurt.

Taylor stuck her butt out a little, causing her skimpy dress to ride halfway up her ass cheeks. Viktor was sitting nearby and pulled the dress all the way up so that Taylor was fully mooning everyone inside (including the driver, a middle-aged dude whose eyes were more on his rearview mirror than the road). Viktor pulled the string of Taylor's thong to the side so everyone could see her pussy and asshole, though neither was a new sight for this group.

"You'll never get those in on your own," said Bradley, "Anne, why don't you help your dear sister?"

Something about the way he said it sounded off to Taylor. Almost like he was angry at Anne, or punishing her or something. Anne didn't object and immediately got up and moved towards the back of the limo, getting a sharp, maybe not so playful spank on the ass from Bradley as she did.

Anne got into the seat next to Taylor on the other side from Ethan. WIthout a word, she took the beads from Taylor's hand and looked back at Bradley.

"Bring any lube?" she asked flatly.

"Use your imagination," Bradley responded. There was no doubt in Taylor's mind now, his tone clearly betrayed some sort of anger at Anne.

Anne was unfazed, however, and without delay put the smallest of the beads in her mouth, coating it with her saliva. She then spit on her fingers and without hesitation or build-up started rubbing them on her sister's exposed asshole. She added more spit and began to finger Taylor's butt to lube her up inside. Anne was being quick and efficient, not trying to make Taylor suffer like she had so many times before. If anything, it was a kindness considering how rough the next step in the process would be.

Satisfied that she'd prepped Taylor's anus as best she could, Anne slowly inserted the first bead. It was quickly and easily swallowed by Taylor's ass, causing her only minor discomfort and no pain. The second bead, though slightly larger, was painless as well.

The third bead was where Taylor started having trouble. It was about 2 inches wide and probably not the the widest thing she'd ever taken anally, but it definitely hurt getting in. When it finally pushed through her anus, she felt a popping sensation as her asshole closed around it. She was starting to feel the fullness she now associated with anal sex.

The fourth bead was a real challenge. Even adding more spit, Anne's first several tries were unsuccessful and caused Taylor to inadvertently yelp in pain. The rest of the group laughed at Taylor's misery, enjoying the show. When the large sphere finally popped inside her, it pushed the others deeper, past the inner-ring of her sphincter. It was uncomfortable and alien, but the pain was slowly subsiding and Taylor probably would have been fine had they stopped right there.

Alas, there was still one more bead on the strand, and it was by far the largest. Anne was sucking and spitting on it, trying to get it as wet as possible for the tight squeeze ahead. When she pressed it against Taylor's asshole, Taylor felt like she'd backed into a doorknob. It wouldn't fit, she thought, how could it possibly fit?

Anne twisted it slightly as she pushed, creating a corkscrew motion with the other beads inside Taylor and making her squirm. Slowly, painfully and with plenty of her sister's saliva, Taylor's ass started to accept the thick ball. Taylor groaned through her clenched jaw and pounded her fist on the leather seat. It hurt. A lot. At its widest point, when the ball was halfway inside her, Taylor was doing everything she could not to scream and cry. She didn't want to give Bradley, Ky and the others the satisfaction, though they seemed to be enjoying her predicament plenty anyway. The 3 inch bead finally pushed past the tipping point and slid inside her to join the others.

Taylor was amazed that though it still hurt quite a bit, she'd not only been able to fit the damn thing but was rapidly feeling adjusted to its size in her rectum. It was a painfully uncomfortable fullness, but not altogether intolerable. She shuddered, however, at the thought of removing the beads.

That, she soon learned, would not be for some time however. As they pulled up to the convention center, Bradley informed her that she'd be wearing the anal beads throughout the entire dance. Taylor not only dreaded the pain and discomfort that would cause, but was mortified at the thought that, with such a short dress, one wrong move would make the ring sticking out of her ass visible to anyone who looked. And surely, in that dress, they'd be looking.

The dance was every bit as terrible as Taylor imagined. Bradley and the rest of the gang paraded her around, making sure everyone in school saw the way she was dressed. You couldn't help but get an eyeful of her smooth legs, the cleavage from her perky tits or a brief glimpse of the bottom of her ass cheeks.

They made her dance, first with the Bradley, Viktor and Jackson taking turns and then letting any other guy in attendance step in. Taylor had been fucked by many of them, though at this point she could hardly keep track of who. She assumed that the more brazen ones who grabbed handfuls of her ass while grinding their erections against her were probably the same ones who'd already fucked her. Ethan was made to sit at a table on the edge of the dance floor and watch guy after guy dance and take liberties with his date.

The anal beads weren't the constant irritation Taylor had thought they would be. She still felt full and it was weird to be dancing around with them, but her ass had acclimated much quicker than she would have expected.

Taylor was getting disapproving looks from the girls whose dates were ogling her barely clothed flesh. She didn't have to hear what the other girls whispered to each other to know that she was being called every variation of "slut" in the book.

An hour had passed and so far things had been much tamer than Taylor had feared. The talent show had shown her that even large crowds could be convinced to join in with her tormentors, but she doubted even the likes of Bradley and Ky could get the entire junior and senior classes to gangbang her. There were also a good number of teachers, chaperones, waiters and the like who were probably not as perverted as the ones who'd happily screwed her before. What didn't occur to her was that Bradley and the others had an entirely different plan for the evening, much worse than anything she could have predicted.

"Get over here, slut" said Ky, grabbing Taylor by the arm and yanking her off the dance floor and out of the clutches of a particularly handsy member of the debate team.

Ky all but dragged Taylor over to the table where the rest of the group now looked to be gathering their things. The dance wouldn't be over for a few hours, but it looked like they'd be leaving now. They headed to the exit together, with Bradley inflicting one final embarrassment on the way out: he flipped Taylor's dress up to her waist, completely exposing her thong covered pussy and ass, as well as the blatantly obvious sex toy sticking out of her butthole. The group led her through the middle of the dance floor, out of sight from the adult chaperones but in plain and intentional view of most of the students there. Many gasped, laughed, pointed, cheered, called her names, tried to pinch or spank her, even tried to touch the ring that wobbled around like a tail sticking out of her. As they cleared the crowd, Ky lowered the dress again to avoid being caught by any authority figures. They walked out the door and Taylor quietly said goodbye to the last high school dance she'd ever attend.

The group piled back into the limo, laughing and having a good time (except of course for Taylor and Ethan). Viktor pulled out a couple more bottles of champagne which made their way around. Taylor was feeling mercifully forgotten about until Bradley put an abrupt end to that.

"We're going to be needing your ass soon, Taylor. Time to get those beads out," he said.

Taylor was probably more worried about removing them than she was relieved to get rid of them. The pain and discomfort were bad enough going in, she couldn't imagine it would feel better coming out.

Taylor knew the position she'd be expected to take and turned around in her seat to stick her ass out towards the others. She pulled her dress up herself this time and peeled her thong to the side to show the silicone ring on the end of the beads protruding from her butthole.

"Ethan, aren't you going to help your girlfriend out?" said Bradley smugly.

Ethan looked like a whipped puppy dog. He would have done it, but Taylor wasn't sure he'd have the touch to prevent any of the significant pain she'd surely experience.

"I'll do it," said Anne. Bradley's expression was surprised and annoyed. He'd grown accustomed to getting his way.

Anne moved back next to her sister.

"We have to make sure this whore's ass is still in working condition for later," said Anne, spanking Taylor hard. The others laughed and Bradley seemed to relax.

Anne took hold of the ring and applied slow, cautious pressure. The first bead was so large, Taylor's asshole didn't even try to open for it at first, but ever so slowly it began to dilate around the 3 inch ball. Taylor was in pain, surely and absolutely, but Anne was doing everything in her power to minimize it. The confusing melange of emotions Taylor felt in realizing this helped distract her and with one final soft tug the first bead plopped out of her ass.