Things can only get worser

I don't know what happened after that, I suppose someone had put something in my drink – I've heard of this 'Date Rape' drug called Rohypnol but didn't know about it then but whatever they gave me I was gone for hours and they did anything and everything to me, on me, in me; even the dog. It was a while before I got to see the pictures, but I had an idea, because they'd taken some Polaroids and I saw them the next day. They weren't bothered about me seeing them – it was all a big joke to them, just having more fun. They'd already fucked me well while I was awake, and then they wanted to do it when I was unconscious, so they did. I didn't have any choice. I was just a thing they used.
     They must have dressed me and undressed me in most of my clothes, they were all sticky and stiff with spunk as was my hair and my body. I had so muck spunk in my See You Next Tuesday and up my bum it was still dripping out long after I woke up, and I must have swallowed loads too. Jimmy told me that we swallow when we're asleep, salive I suppose, so there wasn't any fear of me drowning in it.
     
 
 
But I was sore. My neck was bruised as if someone had been strangling me and I had a sore throat. And my See You Next Tuesday and bum were raw and nippy. I had bite marks on my nipples and love bites all overThey had also written things on me – on my face and body: Slag, Slut, Cumslut, Whore, Fuck Toy. It was a while before I found them all, because obviously it takes two mirrors to see some places and then it was difficult to read them. And it was done in Marker Pens and took a lot of scrubbing to get them off.
     By this time I wanted to not be there. I was disappointed in Jimmy and Martin, but I felt it probably wasn't their fault – it was the other guys I didn't mean anything to, they would be the ones who started it and did most of the fucking. I realised that, and that made it easier for me to forgive Jimmy and Martin. Actually I worked out that it was Jimmy and Martin who had made sure I wasn't really harmed by the other guys – and the dog.
     By the time I woke up, some of them had already left, but the ones who were still there were quite nice to me: one of them said they'd really had a great time and hoped they'd see me again and they gave me some money – for sweets and juice, one of them said. But all I wanted was for them to leave me with just Jimmy and Martin cause I felt safe with them, and I washed down painkillers with vodka, so that by the time the last of the visitors had left I was nicely woozy. I'd had a bath and changed into what I had left that was clean, Jimmy had made up a lovely fire with logs and we were cozy, cuddled up on the sofa, me in the middle, listening to Radio 1 and Jimmy and Martin talking about stuff I couldnb't follow and their hands holding and stroking me without them even thinking about it. I realized that I was their pet! They were stroking me like they would a cat or dog, except that their fingers were in and out of my private places, front and back, and I felt loved and cared for and must have dozed off.
     When I woke, slowly, coming out of a dream of being in a railway carriage, a sleeper, and being rocked as it passed along the rails, I was lying on my back and held by two arms round my body with the hands holding my breasts, and the realisation that someone's cock was rbythmically driving into my bum, and another – I opened my eyes to see Jimmy grinning down at me as his hands gripped my ankles and held my legs spread high and wide while his pelvis thrust his cock deep into my See You Next Tuesday at the same time as – Martin's voice murmured softly into my ear, “Oh, yes, Teri, my Darling, my beautiful girl, my sweet Love, m True Heart, the Bestest Fuck in the Whole Wide World, good Teri, good Teri, good Teri,” and I don't know how long they'd been doing it or for how much longer – they'd definitely been taking the wee blue pills, cause they'd both come sveral times to judge by the lubrication , but it seemed to go on and on and the rhythm was hypnotic and Martin's voice was hypnotic and I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but let them both fuck me



with such and slow and determined intensity that when, after minutes or hours I really had no idea, they both finally came with a deeper than ever drive that felt like both cocks were one mighty organ, plunged into my very soul and spurting forward such a gush of sperm that I could almost taste it and smell it and absorb it into my every fibre and they held me immobile and unbreathing even with the only movement between us three-in-one being the regurlar pulsations of their cocks as the surged with every spurt until all their semen was in me and Jimmy let go of my ankles and Martin let go of my breasts and his arms felt at our sides and my legs collapsed and Jimmy landed on top of us and we rolled sideways and they were both kissing mne and I swear that both their tongues were in my mouth and I was sucking them and they were gasping and laughing and whooping and it felt as though we had reached sucj a point of ecstacy that I realised I had had an orgasm too and that knowledge both shamed me and as I blushed to my roots, redder than the crimson of my sweat and salive streaked face, I felt a great wave of heat pass through me and I must have passed out, cause when I opened my eyes again I was tucked into bed, with Martin on one side, and Jimmy on the other and my hand waswrapped round Martin's cock and Jimmy's cock was in my bum as we lay together like three spoons and their gentle contented snores were the only sounds that night.