Tales of Debauchery and Lust

The Cabin- Invaders

The cabin was miles from anywhere, nestled deep in the woods. There was no phone, no internet, no television. There was, however, electricity and hot water, a fact that Megan was deeply grateful for as she stood under the spray of the shower and let the hot water soothe her muscles aching from the long drive.

A strange noise caught her attention, and she turned the water off, straining for any other sounds that would alert her to danger. For several moments, she stood there, dripping on the tiles, listening intently before finally shaking her head and laughing at herself. In the unfamiliar place, every noise was strange. She was used to the bustling sounds of the city- the constant thrum of traffic outside her window, voices of people and televisions through the thin walls of her apartment, dogs barking, and the incessant yet indistinct hum of electricity that filled the air. Out here in the middle of nowhere, the silence seemed overwhelming, and her mind filled in the lack of stimuli with untold dangers.

It’s why she came out here in the first place, she reminded herself as she stepped out of the shower cubicle and reached for the fluffy towel. She needed inspiration to write and had wanted to get away from all the distractions of home.

The noise sounded again as she wrapped the towel around herself and began rubbing lotion into her skin. A heavy booted footstep caused the floor to creak as an enormous mountain of a man snuck down her hallway. His beady, feral eyes glinting over his dark bushy beard.

Hmmm…. Not bad, she thought. Maybe I should write that one down. Could turn into something.

Still musing over the story in her head, she exited the bathroom, but froze in fear at the sight of the man sitting calmly on her bed. He didn’t have a beard. Instead, he was clean shaven, his close-cropped hair reminding her more of military than wild man. He was big, though. Sitting on the bed, he was nearly at eye level with her, his muscles straining against his black t-shirt, his dark eyes watching her with a predatory gleam. She knew she should ask him why he was there, demand he leave, do something, but she was terrified and feeling very vulnerable.

The man smiled, but it was anything but a friendly gesture. His lips pulled away from his teeth in a sneer, just as she felt strong hands behind her capture her wrists and hold them behind her back tightly. Panic gripped her hard and she began to struggle against the hold, squealing like an animal snared in a trap.

“Hold still, little rabbit,” a deep voice growled behind her. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

She felt cold steel lock around her wrists, and she tried to get control of her body. “Who- who are you? What do you want? I don’t have anything of value!” the words tumbled out of her, her voice sounding small and shaky, her body trembling with fear.

The man on the bed laughed, a deep rumbling sound she felt in her very bones and her fear grew. “Hear that, boys? She don’t have anything of value!”

She heard chuckling and whipped her head to the hallway where three more men stood in the shadows, all looking at her like she was a prize they’d won. Her mouth worked open and closed like a fish trying to gasp for breath, but no sound would come.

“Why don’t we find out the value of what we have, boys?” the man on the bed said darkly.

Before his words could register in her brain, the man who had captured her wrists reached around and flicked her towel off, letting it fall to the floor to pool around her feet. The cool air touched her heated flesh, causing her n.ipples to pebble and goosebumps to rise along her arms and down her spine.

“Those are some nice t.its you’ve got there, miss,” the man on the bed said. “And a nice, smooth p.ussy, too.”

“She’s got a sweet ass,” the man behind her added, reaching down and squeezing one firm buttock in his large hand. “I’m sure it’ll pinken up good with a few s.panks.”

“No, no, wait, please!” Megan’s head was reeling, but the reality of her situation and what these hard men intended to do to her began to seep in and she shook her head trying to deny it. “Please, don’t hurt me!”

“Well, girly, that all depends on you,” the man on the bed told her. “If you make us happy, then we can all have a good time. Or you can try to be difficult, and then it’ll only be us having fun while you…” he let his words linger in the air. Her eyes went wide at the implication, and he nodded his head seeing her understanding before standing up from the bed and moving aside while the man behind her pushed her forward roughly. She stumbled, but his hands held her up, half carrying her until she landed face down on the bed, bent over at the waist, her feet flat on the floor.

Someone kicked her legs wide, and she whimpered plaintively as she felt a finger inserted in her v.agina. “Wet already,” she could recognize the deep voice of the man who had been sitting on her bed as he seemed to praise her. He worked his fingers in and out of her a few times, and to her horror she realized she was indeed wet and growing more aroused with every passing second. She imagined the men standing behind her, watching her being finger f.ucked by this strange man, stroking their c.ocks at the sight. A shudder passed through her, but she couldn’t tell if it was from fear or excitement.

The man removed his fingers, and without further warning, slammed his d.ick deep inside her. She squealed at the sudden pain, he was larger than she was used to, and her p.ussy begged for the chance to acclimate to the invasion. A chance she was denied as he thrust into her hard and fast, his fingers digging into her hips to hold her still. Over and over again she felt him bottom out inside of her, feeling like she was going to split in two, until at last, he gave one last hard thrust and she could feel him fill her up with his c.um as he grunted his release.

The instant he pulled away from her, someone else took his place, thrusting his rigid c.ock into her already spasming p.ussy. He wasn’t as thick, but he was just as long, and he hit her cervix on every thrust. His hand came down on her ass, hard, and she screamed at the sharp pain radiating out over her cheek as he continued to f.uck her. He sp.anked her again and again, until her buttock felt like it was on fire, but she was shocked to find the pain was making his assault on her p.ussy feel more intense and pleasurable. In fact, she felt like she was about to o.rgasm! Before she could reach her release, however, he grunted and gave a few short thrusts into her while flooding her with his jiz.

She was close to her o.rgasm now, and knew that when the next man took his place behind her, it wouldn’t take long for her to c.um. She almost welcomed it, now, and wiggled her ass in anticipation. Bodily fluids were running down her legs, but she no longer cared, she just wanted to surrender to her body’s needs.

A deep chuckle behind her filled her simultaneously with dread and expectation. Hands spread her ass cheeks and the tip of a p.enis slid from her dripping wet c.unt to her a.sshole. The realization of what he wanted hit her hard, and she tried to jerk away, keening pathetically, but it was no use. Strong hands held her in place while his d.ick spread the moisture from her p.ussy to her ass. The pain was intense when he started pressing into her tight a.nus. She’d only tried this once before, but it had hurt so much, she’d begged Jeff to stop and hadn’t felt the urge to try again. The man behind her ignored her pleas, however, and continued to push until, with a soft pop, her tight ring let him in. She was sure he was ripping her apart and couldn’t stop the scream as he began moving in and out of her tight hole. Before long, she realized her screams of pain had dulled to moans of pleasure. She’d never felt this full! She could feel every ridge, every vein of his hard c.ock, and with each thrust into her, it felt like he was touching every part of her.

She instinctively pressed back into him, and he began thrusting harder. Her moans growing louder and her movements more frantic until her muscles clenched around him as she came harder than she’d ever c.um before. His own moan of pleasure mingled with her as he spilled into her ass, c.umming just as hard.

Panting, covered in sweat and c.um, Megan tried to catch her breath, wondering how much more she would need to endure. “Flip her over, I want to see her t.its,” came an unknown voice behind her. She was immediately flipped onto her back, her handcuffed wrists trapped beneath her. A man on either side of her holding her limp legs wide, while a third man held his c.ock pointed at her entrance. Without hesitation, he slammed into her, thrusting hard and fast as she threw her head back and moaned, her breasts bouncing with every lunge. “That’s right, w.hore,” the man panted. “You f.ucking love being used, don’t you? We’re going to use all of your holes, slut.” His offensive words should have repulsed her, but she felt the burning tingle of another o.rgasm building inside her belly as this man she didn’t know f.ucked her hard. She screamed her release, but he continued to slam into her, grunting with every deep thrust.

Another man appeared by her head, and he gripped her hair in his fist, shoving his hard c.ock into her open mouth while the first continued to use her p.ussy. His p.enis slid into her throat, momentarily cutting off her airway, and she struggled to relax and not panic. He pulled out and she sucked as much air through her nose as she could until he slammed back into her throat, f.ucking her mouth just as hard and rough as the man between her legs.

Vaguely, she became aware of the man between her wide stretched legs stilling as he pumped his load into her. Another took his place, once again filling her well used p.ussy, while his friend continued to f.uck her face. She’d lost count of how many times she’d already been taken and had no idea how many men were with her, nor did she truly care. Her body hummed, and she was consumed by a primal need to mate.

The man thrusting into her mouth began to c.um, shooting his first load down her throat before depositing the rest on her tongue. She tried instinctively to swallow, but he filled her mouth with load after load, and it dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down her chin before he was done. Two men continued to hold her legs aloft while a third shoved his rod inside her, his calloused hands kneading her breasts, occasionally pinching and pulling on her erect n.ipples. Her body was no longer able to respond, and her mind had gone blurry with exhaustion. After what felt like minutes, he thrust deep into her, adding his cream to the concoction dripping out of her.

The men stood back, their lusts finally slated for the time being, and looked at her with greedy eyes. She tried to focus and was able to count five of them, her head spinning. Most of them filed out of the room, leaving only the man who had been sitting on her bed at the start of the ordeal. He hauled her further onto the bed, so she was stretched out, rolled her over, and undid the handcuffs. Before she could mumble her thanks for freeing her, however, he stretched her arms up, looped the cuffs through the headboard, and resecured her, now locked to the bed. Too weak to fight, and too tired to protest, she managed to make a small noise of disapproval.

“Where is your vibrator, girl?” the man growled at her.

“My- my what?” she mumbled, confusion clouding her mind.

“Your vibrator,” he repeated. “And don’t bother trying to lie to me.”

She tried to think of a way out of this, something to say to him to make him take pity on her, but it was no use. “Red bag, inside pocket,” she finally answered.

He retrieved the device and turned it on full speed before inserting it deep in her v.agina. She whimpered as the vibration pulsed in her. “Please,” she begged, “please don’t leave me like this.”

“Leave you?” the man looked surprised at the idea. “We ain’t gonna leave you, girly. Old man Johnson said he rented this place to you for the whole week. We’ve got lots of time left to play. Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of plans for you.”

He tweaked her n.ipple harshly and winked at her before heading down the hallway bellowing for a beer while tears pricked her eyes and she lay in silence. The only sound in the room was that of her vibrator buzzing away, buried deep inside her dripping c.unt.

She had come up here for inspiration, she thought morosely, and she’d certainly gotten more than she had bargained for. Now she understood the fine print in the contract she had signed. Perhaps, she should have been more specific with her requests from Mr. Johnson. Still, she would have no shortage of ideas after what was sure to be a very memorable week.