Unspoken Pleasure

The sun was streaming through her curtains, as she unpleasantly discovered as she shut her bleary eyes. Maybe those guys were right. Maybe she did have a few more drinks she'd just blanked out on. She felt terrible. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt, her body hurt, and she felt the desperate need to brush her teeth. But for the moment at least she refused to face the day and rolled over to cover her head with the blanket; she needed to thank them for helping her get back home safely, Violet thought. She would never have gotten back to her bed without their help.noveldrama

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, she finally resigned herself to the idea that sleep wasn't coming so she decided to face the day. Getting out of bed she found herself still dressed in last night's outfit, and she started unzipping it as she walked to the bathroom. On the way there she noticed that the floor was cluttered which was strange, because she thought she'd remembered cleaning up before she went out last night. But that wasn't the priority Right now she needed to feel human and wash away the party. She felt stained by the smells of secondhand drinking and smoking she was suffused with. She let her dress fall around her feet just outside the bathroom before she walked past the mirror and vanity, not sparing it a glance as she started to run the water so it could get hot. Then Violet undid her bra and let it fall to the floor automatically while waiting for the steam to start to rise.

It was only when she leaned down to ease off her cotton panties and let them fall down around her ankles so she could kick them off that she got the feeling that something was wrong. Looking down she could see a black stain on the waistband of her panties, and beyond that, bruises on her legs... not the normal one or two she had from being clumsy as she bumped into furniture, but broad ones like handprints on her thighs and ankles.

She rushed back to the mirror and looked to see what else she hadn't noticed in her fogged state and was horrified to discover that something awful must have happened to her last night. RAPEDOLL was written across her barely visible breasts, and CUMDUMP was written above her pussy in the same hand. That wasn't the worst part though. The worst part was the tally marks on her Inner thigh. If she was reading them right, 8 men had fucked her last night, or she'd been cum at least 8 times. She didn't know what they were supposed to mean, because she didn't remember. She'd gone to bed a virgin and woken up a whore.

Violet rushed into the shower, the tears coming hard now. She'd never had sex with anyone before and hadn't dated in a year - not since she'd figured out that she might like girls more than she liked boys. How could this happen, she thought, chastising herself as she turned the water hotter and soaped up a washcloth so she could try to wash away the terrible evidence. Now that she knew what had happened... Now that she was aware of what must have happened to her, it wasn't her body that hurt anymore, as it had so indistinctly in bed. Her wrists hurt from where she must have been held down. Her jaw ached from when she must have been forced to suck cock, her ass and her pussy felt raw from where she had been used while she was unconscious, and most of all her tits hurt from where she'd been brutally and painfully molested. Her entire body had been defiled. Every first... Every Hole... Every inch of her had been claimed by faceless strangers. The crying didn't stop, but eventually the scrubbing did as she collapsed and curled up into a ball at the bottom of her shower. It was only there when she started sobbing so hard, she thought she would break that she started to remember things. First just little flashes of last night. A cock. A slap. A pair of hands holding her down. The longer she sat there though, the more these little images resolved into details and terrible moments.

She was on her hands and knees on her own bed as someone grabbed a handful of her short hair and tried to get his cock inside her mouth. She refused to open it though and so instead he rubbed the slimy head along her lips, then suddenly whoever was holding her hips thrust forward, forcing his dick all the way inside her in one painful thrust. But before she could focus fully on the pain, she was consumed by thoughts about how she was being violated in two holes simultaneously. Each thrust from one direction pushed her harder into the other... It was terrifying, and disgusting, but also strangely arousing.

Violet shook her head free herself from the terrible image and looked down, surprised to find she had two fingers in her pussy. This was wrong. This was terrible. She shouldn't be fingering herself to the idea of being violated. She definitely shouldn't be this wet, and while Violet tried to come to grips with that, she struggled to decide which would be less disturbing: if she was soaking because she was aroused by what had happened to her, or if she was still wet from all the cum her rapists had forced inside of last night.

She went to pull her fingers out in disgust, but something about the way she was sitting reminded her of the way she was straddling one of her rapists when the other one forced her down against him and shoved his dick inside her tight ass. The memory was revolting... The idea that she'd ever be okay with something like that... of feeling both cocks glide against each other as they wrestled for space deep inside the guts of her tiny body. It was disgusting... But she couldn't stop pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy while she remembered all the terrible things that happened to her. In a way that disgusted her almost as much as the memory of someone fucking her asshole. But it felt so good. She tilted her face up into the spray with her eyes closed and tried to let the spray of water blank out her mind - to forget the awfulness she'd endured and at the same time she tried to wash away all of her negative feelings from her soul with the rising tide of pleasure emanating from her clit. She knew it was wrong. She knew she shouldn't be sexualizing her trauma, but it was the only refuge, and it was awfully inviting.

The dark thrill combined with the water cascading from her face to remind her of another terrible scene. This one must have happened at the end of the night, because she was slumped on the floor in exhaustion as three or four men, she didn't know jerked off all over her face, shooting rope after rope of hot sticky semen across her skin and hair. She didn't know them, but she could hardly concentrate on their faces with the disgusting sensation consuming her. It made her skin crawl, and with her eyes closed the water only added the illusion as she imagined that even now, she was covered in her rapist's cum. She was permanently dirtied... stained by the terrible thing they had done to her, and she didn't see how she would ever be clean again.

It was this final thought that pushed her over the edge into a cripplingly powerful orgasm. Even in the throes of pleasure she imagined that she was on the floor surrounded by the monsters that did this to her, dripping with their disgusting sperm as she came for her tormentors. She would never ever do something so wrong, but in the moment the forbidden image made everything that much hotter, and she came like a whore with two fingers stuffed deep inside her ravaged pussy.