Please Help Me... - Please, Help me - Part 5

Craig seemed really regretful about the previous day, when he let all of those men fuck me. That’s not his real name. He told me a name, but I don’t know if it’s his real name and I don’t want to cause issues by releasing that name. To keep things easy, I’ll call him Craig from now on.

After experiencing my first gang bang, I seriously considered suicide. I was going to find a knife and cut my wrists in the shower, but just as I was going through the kitchen drawer, he wrapped his arms around me. I thought he was trying to wrestle the knife away from me, but then I heard him sobbing. He held me from behind, crying. After that, he confessed everything to me.

He admitted he put up an ad online and just invited a bunch of strangers to have their way with me. He assured me that they all were safe. He wasn’t reckless. He vetted them first before letting them come over. He also was giving me the pill with my drinks, so I wouldn’t get pregnant. He’s been taking care of me from the beginning.

He said he just wanted me to have a good time, and he wanted me to get out my “whore energy”. However, when he saw me cumming and enjoying myself, he grew jealous. That was about the time he ended it. He promised me that he’d never share me with another man again. He swore that we’d be together forever.

Craig is much more intense than Brad ever was. He seems to love me, and it takes a man to admit his faults. If Brad was more of a man, perhaps I wouldn’t have ended up with Craig. Unfortunately, Brad was a wimp. He never pushed me for sex and never tried to fight for me. When Craig forced me to break up with Brad, he left without even trying. What kind of boyfriend just lets a girl be taken by another man?

It all started a few days after I had my first vaginal orgasm with Craig. My date with Brad had ended with me claiming I was sick, although I felt guilty. Thinking back on it, Brad was being emotionally distant in my time of need. I don’t think he ever really cared about me in the first place. Not like Craig, but I digress.

Brad: I love you.

I smiled as I looked down at my text.

Me: I love you too.

Right after the date, Brad had become extremely chatty. He asked me all kinds of questions about me. He had never shown such interest before. It wasn’t just questions about my life, but he wanted to know about my mom and dad, my home, my childhood… He had become extremely inquisitive, and a small part of me wondered if Brad was planning on marrying me. Of course, if Brad asked, I would have to say we’d need to set the date after college, but a part of me wanted to say yes.

Strangely, I felt like becoming Brad’s fiance would fix all of the things that had happened. If I dedicated my life to Brad, then I would no longer be unclean.  I could put all of those nasty things behind me and begin a new life with him. Perhaps, I was just being foolish, but it was the only thing I could think to do given the situation.

Brad: I can’t stop thinking about you since last time.

My body shook slightly. If Brad could see me on my bed in my dorm room, he’d see a lopsided expression on my face. The last time we had met, I had been raped in the bathroom while he was outside. I had been sick from whatever that man had slipped into my soup. My only saving grace was that he seemed to have stopped bothering me. Perhaps, after getting what he wanted, he’d finally leave me alone. That was what I hoped. I finally forced myself to respond.

Me: Really? I ended up throwing up and got sick.

Brad: It’s fine, even sick, you’re beautiful.

My expression couldn’t help but grow flushed. He did know what to say to cheer me up.

Brad: I want to meet tonight.

Me: It’s a school night.

Brad: So? I miss you! I was thinking… never mind.

Me: What?

Brad: I was thinking… we could have sex.

My eyes widened, and I nearly dropped the phone. My heart was beating quickly. Did Brad want to have sex? If it was before, I would have denied the offer vehemently. However, after having been soiled by that stalker, I no longer saw sex the same. I recalled the feeling of orgasm. Although I didn’t look back on the process positively, I wanted that feeling again. If I could have it with Brad, then I could finally move on. My expression firmed and I looked back at the phone.

Me: What do you have in mind?

Brad: Meet me tonight. A hotel. You know the one just off of campus? The one where your parents stay when they come to see you?

I bit my lip. Was this happening? Brad was serious if he was going to get a room at a hotel. We were limited to my dorm room, and Brad lived with roommates too. We could do whatever we want at the hotel. It took me a bit to respond, but I eventually did.

Me: Okay.

He sent me the hotel number and the time. He wanted to meet at 9 pm and it was already 8. Feeling excited, I got ready. I made sure to take a shower. I went into my drawers to get new clothes and my hands froze. It was the package that the stalker sent me. It was the only skimpy lingerie that I had. I had been disgusted when I saw it, but it was different if it was Brad. Compared to stained undies or a mismatched bra, it would be better.

I took a breath, and then put it on. At first, I wanted to put on something else, but I had nothing else I kept in my college dorm that looked sexy. That lingerie was it. Well, I couldn’t be seen in public in my underwear, so I put a long coat on that covered up my wardrobe. After applying my lipstick, I looked once at the mirror and gave a nod. Brad wouldn’t be disappointed.

I left the dormitory. This late in the year, it was already dark, and the air was chilly enough that I could see my breath. I ran down the school paths until they were replaced by street sidewalks. I didn’t have to go long to reach the hotel. It was the closest one to campus and the place my parents would stay when they were visiting me. They only did that once or twice a year though. Most of the time, they would just pick me up and take me back home. I lived in a city about two hours away from campus, which made it a four-hour round trip.

Right before the hotel was a gas station. I was going to walk right past it, but that’s when I thought occurred to me. Did Brad remember condoms? We needed to be safe. If he forgot, I didn’t want to ruin his mood. Biting my lip, I detoured into the gas station. An old man nodded to me as I entered. Thankfully, there were only a few people inside getting drinks. I walked over to the condom section, and that’s where I saw a twelve-pack. I grabbed it and quickly brought it up to the front. I felt like every eye was on me. The old man grinned knowingly.

I quickly paid and then shoved the condoms in my pocket. I left the gas station and quickly headed to the hotel. It was a rather nice hotel, with freshly baked cookies and a breakfast cafe. I was familiar with the place, but I felt somewhat awkward walking in. After all, I was going to have sex, and I was wearing practically nothing under my coat. I felt a bit like I was a mistress committing adultery. The woman behind the counter only smiled and nodded at me. I wondered if she guessed why I was here. How would she react if she knew what was under my coat?

I checked the number Brad had given to me and then headed up to his room. I was able to pick it out right away because there was a single rose lying out in front. I picked it up and smelled it. I noticed the door was left slightly open with a towel. I pushed open the door and stepped into the hotel room. Closing the door behind me, I couldn’t help but smile. There was a trail of rose petals, the lights were set low, and I could even hear music playing gently. It was all very sweet. This is what my first time should be like. I decided that I’d consider this my first time, never mind those previous awful experiences.

With a smile, I walked around the corner, “Brad-“

I froze when my eyes landed on the bed. It was covered in rose petals, and candles were lit, creating the only light in the room. However, Brad wasn’t on the bed. It was empty.

“You came.”

My body shook when I heard those words behind me. It was because I knew the voice, and it wasn’t Brad’s voice. I cried out, spinning and backing away. My legs hit the bed and it ended up falling on it. It was my stalker. He still had his face hidden, but his clothing was more casual. He was wearing nothing but boxers and a T-shirt.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” I asked in a shrill voice of panic.

He grinned. “Who were you expecting? Your boyfriend?”

“You… wh-what did you do to him?” I asked in a panic.

He looked at me for a second and then chuckled. “He’s safe, for now. Although, you won’t get to see him again unless you satisfy me.”

My mind worked wildly. My stalker was crazier than I thought. He kidnapped Brad! At this point, he could do anything.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t here for what I thought he was.

His eyes narrowed. “Take off the coat.”

I froze. If I took the coat off, it was a dead giveaway of the skimpy outfit beneath, the lingerie he bought me.

“Please…” I whispered. “Don’t do this.”

He took a step forward, and I backed up. He continued advancing. My heart was pounding in my chest.

“I don’t want to,” I said, almost whimpering.

“Your boyfriend isn’t going to like what happens if you don’t cooperate.”

“No… Please. Don’t hurt him.”

“Then, take off the coat.”

My eyes began to water. “I…”

“If you don’t… I don’t know what I’ll do.”

The tears fell, and I felt a sense of defeat. “Okay…”

“Take it off. Slowly.”

I unbuttoned the coat and pulled it off. When the air touched my skin, it felt like my nakedness was even more exposed. It was worse because the lingerie was incredibly sexy, and he bought it for me. He was smiling as he looked at me. He walked around me as if admiring the outfit.

“I had a feeling you’d wear the underwear I bought for you. You look great.”

“P-please…”

“I’ve always loved you,” he said.

“Wh-what?”

“It’s true,” he said. “Ever since I first saw you. I knew I had to have you. I’ve wanted to see you in that forever.”

“Wh-when did you first see me?” I asked, hoping for anything that could help pin this guy down.

He grinned picking up my coat. “That’s not important. What’s important is you came out today in that with clear expectations. Oh, my… what’s this.”

“Don’t touch!” I tried to stop him, but it was already too late.

He pulled the box of condoms out of my pocket. Setting my coat aside, he looked at the box and then raised his eyebrow at me.

“Twelve? You were planning an active night.”

“Those aren’t for you!” I snapped.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I barely pulled out last time. I wanted to cum inside you. Since you want to do it without…”

“N-no!” I shook my head.

“No, what?” he asked calmly, completely in control of the situation.

I looked down in shame. I couldn’t believe it, but I had no choice.

“Please, use a condom.”

“When should I use a condom?” His grin widened.

“Wh-when you… stick it… in me.” I lowered my head even more.

“Since you asked so politely, then I’ll have to oblige.” He laughed. “I don’t want you to have wasted the effort coming here, so I’ll just have to give you what your boyfriend can’t.”

I shook, but I didn’t respond. What could I do?

“Come here,” he commanded.

I shuffled over, and he reached out, stroking my cheek. “You are beautiful.”

“Stop,” I begged again, knowing it was helpless. “Don’t do this.”

He stroked me, and then his other hand slipped into my panties. His finger went straight for the slit in my panties. He touched my clit and rubbed it. My entire body tensed up, and he pulled me against his chest.

“Do you like it?”

I was frozen in fear, and it wasn’t like I could escape. He was holding me tight, and his finger was moving slowly, but insistently. I felt my body reacting, and that only made me angrier.

“Let me go,” I said.

“If you didn’t want me, why are you wet?”

“No…”

“Admit it,” he said. “You’re getting turned on.”

“No!”

“Say it.”

“NO!”

“You want me.”

“I-I don’t.”

“Say it, for your boyfriend’s sake.”

I winced at his words. I really had no choice. I had to do this. I had become so hopeful, but my heaven had suddenly turned to hell.

“P-please…” I tried to speak, finding it difficult to get out the words.

“Please what?”

“Please… fuck me.” I shuddered. “I want your cock.”

“Where?”

I gritted my teeth, trying to force out the words.

“I want your cock in my pussy,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Good girl,” he said.

“I want your cock,” I repeated. “I need it. I’ve needed it for a long time. Please, fuck me.”

“Of course,” he said, his finger moving quicker. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand.”

My entire body was tense, and I was shaking. My breathing was quick, and my heart was beating rapidly. He was making me cum, and I hated that it felt so good. It felt like forever, but soon enough, his fingers stopped.

“Come with me.”

He took me by the hand and pulled me back onto the bed.

“Get on your knees.”

I complied. I couldn’t resist. If I did, he might hurt Brad. He was my only chance of getting out of this alive.

“Please… put it in my pussy.”

“Why don’t you beg a little more?”

“I need your cock. I need it more than anything. Please, fuck my pussy. Make me cum. Please, I’ll do anything. Please, please.” I was crying while saying those words.

They sounded hollow and meaningless in my ears. I tried to make them as vulgar as possible, to take any romance out of it that I could.

“How badly do you need it?”

“More than anything,” I begged. “I want your cock.”

He stood above me and reached down. He rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips.

“Put it in your mouth.”

I opened my mouth, and let him stick it in. He moved his cock in and out. He went deep into my throat, causing me to gag. However, he didn’t pull back. He forced it down my throat until his hips touched my face. I was breathing through my nose, and tears were streaming down my face. I looked up at him.

“You like it, don’t you?” he asked, as he pulled his cock out of my throat.

I nodded.

“You’re a little slut.”

“Y-yes,” I gasped, feeling ashamed.

He shoved his cock back into my mouth and thrust a few more times. Then, he pulled it out.

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your slut,” I said.

“I bet your boyfriend would love to see you like this. What would he say?”

“He’d call me a whore.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a whore.”

“You’re a slutty little bitch, aren’t you?”

“I am,” I gasped, unable to stop myself.

“Show me your tits.”

I unhooked my bra and let my tits fall out. He grabbed one and twisted my nipple. I felt a twinge of pain.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What would your parents say if they saw you like this?”

“They’d say I was a dirty little girl.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a dirty little girl,” I repeated.

“And what are you?”

“I’m a slutty little bitch.”

“That’s right,” he said, letting go of my nipple.

“P-please,” I whispered. “Please, stick it in me.”

“Tell me, what is the most important thing to you?”

“I need to cum. I need you to fuck me. Please, fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Please, fuck me. Please, fuck me.” I was almost sobbing.

“If you want to cum, then cum for me.”

“I-I can’t. Please, fuck me. I need it.”

“Cum for me,” he said, reaching down and rubbing my clit.

I squirmed, and he pressed his hand against my lower belly, rubbing his thumb in circles against my clit. My entire body tensed, and I cried out.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, as he stopped.

I fell onto the bed. I was panting, and my body was covered in sweat. I felt so ashamed, but also, I felt really aroused. Part of me wanted him to fuck me.

“What do you want?”

“I-I want your dick. Please…”

At that moment, a small part of me did want it. He was the one who took my virginity, and although I didn’t enjoy the act, my body remembered the sensations. There was a strange pleasure in being forced. I would hate myself later, but at the moment, I just wanted release.

“Since you ask so nicely, I’ll fuck you then.”

I felt him getting behind me. I was on my knees with my head down on a pillow. I felt his hands touch my ass. I heard some rustling, and I realized he was putting on the condom. I was a bit relieved by that. At least, there was a small separation between us.

“Spread your legs.”

I spread them apart and felt his cock brush against my pussy. I shuddered. He rubbed the head up and down my slit. I felt violated, but I also felt aroused. He kept rubbing it. I could feel it, but he wasn’t putting it in. I was getting more and more aroused, but the inevitable penetration didn’t come. It was driving me crazy.

“Please, stick it in,” I begged.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Please, I want it so bad.”

“Then tell me, what do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Say it.”

“Please, stick your dick in my pussy. Fuck me.”

“If you insist.” He shoved it in suddenly, and I couldn’t help but gasp.

His thoughts penetrated me fully in a single thrust. I felt my insides stretch as they accommodated him. I could feel it far more vividly than the previous times. I had been numb and confused the first time, and nauseous the second time. This was the first time I could pay attention to the feel. I felt every inch as it moved into me, and I felt every inch as he pulled out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He grabbed my butt and began to move his hips. He pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. Each thrust seemed to touch something inside of me. It felt so good. I couldn’t help but moan. My moans grew louder as he kept fucking me. I felt my body begin to tense. The tension was building, and I was ready to burst.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” I screamed as the tension peaked.

He kept thrusting, and my body trembled. I could feel the pleasure washing over me. My vision blurred, and I couldn’t think straight. It was an intense orgasm. It was even better than the last time.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t respond as I was moaning too loudly. “Ahhhn… Ahhh!”

“That’s right, moan for me.”

He kept thrusting, and I felt like I was losing my mind. I could feel my pussy convulsing around his cock. My body was shaking. I couldn’t control myself. My entire body was tingling. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ahhhhhn… Nyaahh… Hahn!” I was making all kinds of strange noises I never heard out of my mouth.

I started to understand the porno I had inadvertently seen when I was younger. I was lost in the fiery passion and lust. He kept pumping his cock into me. His balls were slapping against my ass. His hands were digging into my hips. He was grunting as he fucked me.

“Oh, God, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He was groaning as he fucked me.

He was grunting and panting. His cock was thrusting into me. He was fucking me like an animal. It felt so good. My whole body was tingling. My eyes were rolling back into my head.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I was screaming as he fucked me.

I was going crazy. I was losing my mind. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. He was fucking me so hard. My entire body was trembling. My pussy was convulsing around his cock. I couldn’t stop cumming.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!”

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Yes, yes, cum in me!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Oh, God, cum in me, please, cum in me!”

He groaned as he came. His cock throbbed in my pussy, and I could feel his cum shooting into the condom. It was like a warm pocket being filled inside me. A small part of me felt disappointed that he wasn’t doing it inside me.

“Oh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!”

My body was shaking, and my pussy was convulsing. My entire body was tingling. It was an orgasm so powerful, I couldn’t help but scream. I could hear my screams echoing through the room. I could hear the sound of his cock pounding into my pussy. My ass was slamming into his pelvis. Slowly, his dick began to soften, and I let out a sigh, my body still convulsing. He finally pulled out, and I collapsed down on the bed, still recovering from my orgasm.

I heard a snap as he pulled off the condom. I lay there, pretending he was gone. However, he didn’t leave. Instead, he turned away and turned on the television. I tried to go to sleep, hoping that when I woke in the morning, this would all be a weird dream. However, sleep didn’t come, and eventually, I started to hear lewd sounds coming from the television. I looked up, and I saw a girl on the screen screaming as she was fucked. He was sitting there with his dick hard.

“What are you doing?” I cried out.

He chuckled. “I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to get in the mood. After all, you bought so many condoms, it’d be a waste not to use them all!”

By the time he was done, it was early morning. I had been up all night. He had managed to keep going twelve times. My body ached, and twelve filled condoms were tied to a string around my waist. That’s how he left me lying in the hotel room. I finally got up an hour after he left.

There was a note, and on top of the note was a familiar phone.

Here’s your boyfriend’s phone back. I happened to find it at the restaurant. I rented the room for the rest of the day, so feel free to rest up. We’ll have fun again soon.

Craig

As I picked up the phone, I realized that the man I had been talking to these last three days was my stalker, not Brad. He had never had Brad hostage. It had been him all along. It had always been Craig. It left me feeling dazed and confused. I didn’t even know how to feel. My body was different now. More sensitive. After being used so many times, I knew any attempt to call myself a virgin was gone.

I ended up deciding to take the day off from classes. I went to the shower, undoing the string of used condoms and dropping them in the trash. There were still smears of cum and lub all over me. As I checked my body, I realized he had used a black marker and written words on my butt. They were words like ‘cumdumpster’, ‘whore’, ‘dirty girl’, and ‘slut’. All the things he made me call myself the night before.

I did my best to clean up my body in the shower, and then I took a nap. I managed to get breakfast from the hotel. As I was finishing up, Brad’s phone rang. I hesitated, but reluctantly picked it up.

“Hello? Hello? Do you have my phone?” I heard Brad’s voice on the other line.

“Y-yeah… I found it.”

I had done a lot to get Brad’s phone back, so I hoped he was happy.