Faith's Fantasy

by Olento

Summary:

Faith flipped the brochure around and stared at the words “Visit our website for premium fantasies!” There was a vague silhouette of a group of people tangled around each other. Faith bit her lip, still staring at the image, then put the brochure down decisively and opened her laptop.

 

A woman hires four men to fulfill a special fantasy of hers.

Notes:

Another silly ficlet I found on my computer and tidied up a bit. My god, why is my id so obsessed with gangbangs, when actually writing them is HELL? Thankfully I have color-coded the guys this time! Haha

Tagged with Rape/Non-con, even though it's technically CNC. Our girl Faith might have gone a bit overboard with her request.

Edit: Changed it from Rape/Non-con to CNTW. Because it's NOT actually rape, and I started to feel more and more like it was false advertising.

Chapter 1

Faith eyed the brochure dubiously. Her friend Jeanine had given it to her with a wink, when Faith had told her that she was going away to a conference for a few days, complaining that she would have way too much time in her hands between the events.

“Now here’s a good way to spend that extra time!” Jeanine had said, smirking. “Let your hair down a bit and relax!”

It was, no doubt, an ad for an escort company. Why Jeanine had thought that Faith wanted to hire one, she had no idea. Did she really appear that pitiful?

Although… Faith flipped the brochure around and stared at the words “Visit our website for premium fantasies!” There was a vague silhouette of a group of people tangled around each other. Faith bit her lip, still staring at the image, then put the brochure down decisively and opened her laptop.

—

“I wanted to ask about the… premium packages?” Faith said, blushing furiously, after the obligatory hello-hi-how can I help you-part was over with.

“Of course. What would you like to know?” said the blonde lady behind the counter smoothly, with a friendly, yet professionally detached smile. Come to think of it, she was possibly the coolest, most professional looking person Faith had ever seen in her life. How on Earth was she working for an escort agency, instead of, say, the president? Or possibly a supervillain?

“See, there was no mention of it on the website, other than the - the BDSM part - but I wonder if it would be - is it possible to customize the experience so that it’s more like…” Faith rambled on nervously and was about to freeze completely, when the woman tilted her head with another friendly smile.

“Forced?” she said, lowering her voice a bit. Faith met her knowing eyes quickly and half-shrugged, half-nodded helplessly.

“Of course. It’s not an uncommon request, but the subject is sensitive enough that we can’t advertise it openly.”

“Ah, yes… of course.” It did make sense. BDSM was problematic enough for the common people, and what Faith wanted - needed - was another beast entirely.

“And you are absolutely sure that is something you want?” Now the lady was looking at Faith intently, though her smile never faltered. “I want you to think about this very carefully, especially considering the number of partners you have chosen.” She tapped the form that Faith had filled.

Instead of making Faith doubt herself, the woman’s keen expression and the way she double-checked her decision made Faith feel more confident about it.

“Yes. I want it”, Faith replied, and though her face was still red, she met the woman’s eyes steadily. The woman considered her for a moment, then her smile grew just a bit warmer, and if she had been just about anyone else, she probably would have clapped her hands decisively, or something like that.

“Excellent! I will send you the full contract. I want you to read it carefully, then send me a confirmation. Now, the payment options are…”

And that was that. Faith had hired four strange men to rape her.

—

It was way past the specified time, and Faith was going to lose her mind. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to keep the bitter disappointment down. She had been on edge the whole evening, waiting - but for what, she had no idea. She didn’t know how the scene was supposed to start.

Faith sighed again and threw back the rest of her drink - cream soda, because she felt that alcohol would have been a bad idea. Then again, maybe it would have made her relax a bit. She stood up and made her way to the lifts, deciding to retreat back to her room.

When she got to her door, her hands were still shaking a bit from the pent-up energy and the key card slipped from her fingers. She bent down, cursing, and was about to pick it up, when someone very carefully stepped on it.

Faith flinched and looked up. Her breath caught when she met cool, gray eyes, barely visible from behind a (rather ridiculous) domino mask. Below the mask a handsome mouth was curled into a smirk.

Faith straightened up and stumbled slightly, eyes glued to the stranger. A pair of hands steadied her from behind and she jolted and tried to twist around to look at him.

“My god, I thought you would never leave the bar,” said the man in front of her and opened her door with the keycard.

“What?” said Faith faintly. Then suddenly, the situation became clear to her. But inexplicably, instead of getting excited at the realization of her dreams, she just panicked. “ What? No! Let me go!”

“Too late,” said the man holding her and pushed her through the door, then across the small hotel room until she was thrown on the bed. Immediately after she was let go, Faith turned to her back and was about to jump off the bed, when she saw the four men looming over her. They were all wearing the same kind of domino masks: the first one’s was black, the one who had grabbed her was wearing blue, and the two others were red and green. The rest of their clothes were tight and all-black, showing off their muscular forms.

Like some kind of kinky boy band , Faith thought a bit hysterically.

“Look, guys, I don’t know about this,” she said hesitantly. God, she had been so horny when she agreed to the terms and conditions, her imagination just full of enormous cocks and clever fingers, but now that they were here, their sheer physicality was a bit overwhelming. Maybe the deal could be called off?

The slightly pitying smile on Black’s face told her otherwise. “Do you really think we are going to let you go now?”

With a terrified sob Faith tried to scramble to her feet, but Blue was there in an instant, slamming her back on the bed. Red went to the other side of the bed and grabbed her flailing arms, holding them firmly.

There was a sound of a zipper being opened. Faith looked over to see Black emptying a duffel bag, setting the items down on the small table in front of the TV. Each item made Faith’s heart beat faster as they were revealed: a coil of rope, a bottle of lube, a vibrator, a couple of dildos… She had to look away, but that only made her meet the eyes of Blue, who had started to remove her pants. He made quick work of them, paying no mind to her half-hearted attempts at kicking him.

Black approached them with the rope in his hands. It was dark red, obviously of good quality. Together they managed to fold Faith’s legs and tied them up with a simple loop around each thigh, not so tight that it would have hurt her knees, but enough that she couldn’t even think about straightening her legs. Her arms were wrestled to her sides, and her wrists were tied to the sides of her knees.

Black finished the knot, then let his touch linger on her thigh, caressing it. His eyes fell between Faith’s legs. “Heh, should have thought about that”, he muttered and reached out with his right hand to run his knuckles over Faith’s cunt, which was still covered by her panties. They were old and worn: there was even a small hole in the middle of them. Black’s thumb found it and he grinned. The thumb slipped inside, brushing against Faith’s lips and making her shiver.

“No,” she gasped when the finger was joined by the thumb of his left hand. The worn, soft fabric ripped easily when the thick digits eased inside, making the hole larger. “No, please don’t!”

“You asked for this,” breathed Red into her ear. “Quite literally in writing .” His hands were moving under Faith’s top, sliding over her stomach, until he grabbed her bare breasts. She hadn’t put on a bra tonight, vaguely worried that it would get ruined. Like her panties, which were being slowly ripped open on the front, leaving her swollen clit visible.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” smirked Black. “You asked for this. You wanted to get fucked, to be used. And just one guy wasn’t enough for you, you little slut, or even two.” He tugged her ruined panties a bit lower, exposing her hole, and pushed his fingers inside her, three at a time. When she cried out, he only laughed. “No, you’re gonna get all of us tonight.”

“We’re going to fill you up,” growled Red and squeezed her breasts. “Fuck all your holes until you are begging for mercy.” He paused, then said quietly in her ear: “Unless you say the word. Say the word, and we’ll stop.”

The sudden change in his tone made Faith falter. It reminded her that none of this was actually real. So she took a deep breath, then rolled her hips slightly against Black’s fingers. They felt enormous inside her, but she was so wet that the discomfort was minimal. “Please,” she whispered.

“That’s not the word,” smiled Red and caught her nipples between his fingers. He squeezed them, rolled them between his fingers: at the same time, Black pushed his fingers further in, then spread them wide. Faith bit her lip to keep herself from whimpering.

With his other hand, Black grabbed the bottle of lube. He kept moving his fingers inside her while he covered his cock with lube. Then the fingers were removed and his cock was pushing in, just like that. Apparently that was all the prep she would get.

“God, you’re so tight,” Black groaned. “But you can take it, can’t you?”

Faith could only moan brokenly in response. It felt like Black was pushing all the air out of her chest, leaving her gasping. Her skin felt too tight and hot.

“Hurts,” she whimpered. “No, it hurts!”

“Sweetheart”, said Black through gritted teeth. “I don’t care.”

Black pulled out a bit, then thrust back again forcefully. Soon, he was setting up a steady, but punishing pace, forcing Faith to make small ah, ah-sounds with each thrust. He quickly found the spot that made her tremble and gasp with pleasure, but the brutality of it, the weight of the numerous large hands holding her down, the way her protests were ignored, was overwhelming, and she wasn’t sure if she was aroused or terrified.

“No,” she sobbed at last. “I don’t want - you were supposed - supposed to make me feel good!”

“Good?” repeated Black a bit incredulously. “Rape doesn’t feel good, you little slut.” He emphasized that with another brutal thrust, then slipped out of her and grabbed her hips. With her limbs bound, she couldn’t help but be turned around, on her stomach, face squished awkwardly against the bedding.

“Or maybe you love pain?” Black said and slapped her ass once. “We’ll show you pain. Hey, spread her cheeks for me.”

Someone grabbed her ass and spread it so that her hole was exposed. The fabric of her ripped panties rubbed against her hole, before they were torn off her body completely. Thick fingers, slick with lube, pushed inside her carefully. Faith held her breath, shaking all over, before someone pressed a kiss against her neck and whispered: “Breathe.”

The preparation was quick and effective, more about spreading the lube inside her than actually stretching her. She gasped when she felt the cool liquid flow inside her. Then she was turned around again and planted on the lap of Green, who was sitting on the bed and holding his cock ready, eyes bright with lust and anticipation. He arranged her body to a better angle, then pushed in slowly, letting gravity do most of the work as Faith was carefully lowered down.

The size of him felt impossible to Faith. Her breath came out in short gasps, as her body struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion, fought to push it out, but was unable to. Black was slowly massaging her clit, probably to distract her, but she hardly even felt any pleasure from it, all her attention on controlling her inner muscles.

She had barely managed to get used to the feeling, when Green slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. Faith groaned and felt tears finally fall from her eyes. Black leaned in to lick them away, smiling sharply against her cheek. He tugged the hem of her shirt up, arranging it carefully so it was bunched over her breasts.

“Come on then,” he said with a predatory smile and stood up. “Give it to her.”

Green grabbed Faith’s thighs in a firm hold and started to pound into her ass. It was painful at first, but then Green leaned back a bit, making her bend backwards with the movement, and suddenly his cock was pressing against some part of her that made her sob with pleasure. She was distracted enough by the feeling that she didn’t notice what Black was doing, until he was standing between her spread legs again. In his hands was a riding crop of some kind. It was relatively short and stiff, and on the head was a square bit of leather, about the width of one or two fingers.

Faith stared at it with a growing sense of apprehension. Black met her eyes with a smirk and tapped the head slightly on one bare thigh, then another. Then his expression darkened and he brought the crop down sharply, landing it squarely on her clit.

Faith screamed and writhed in agony. She barely had time to gasp for air, when Black hit her again, sending another burst of sharp pain through her core. It was like a lightning, crackling and bright, and left a dull throb in her clit afterwards, a smoldering fire. Next stroke came right when Green thrust against that spot, and the agony and pleasure combined made her eyes roll back in her head. 

“Oh yeah, you love this,” Black said, sounding a bit out of breath. Faith whimpered and shook her head. “Don’t try to deny it, you little slut, I can see how wet you are.” 

Green grunted and thrust his hips up again forcefully just as the crop bit into her flesh. 

Every stroke made Faith clench down on the cock inside her, until Green was panting against her neck, a grimace on his face as he struggled to keep his control.

“Hit her boobs,” Green managed to gasp. “Do it.”

Her boobs? No, that sounded horrible! But Red and Blue were making appreciative noises at the suggestion.

“Yes, gotta give them some love too,” said Red, raising his hand like he was about to touch Faith, but put it down again after Black gave him a look. “Look at them bounce.”

They were indeed bouncing, up and down in a humiliating way with each powerful thrust of Green’s hips. Black looked at them in a contemplative way, then raised the riding crop again, this time bringing it down on Faith’s left breast, just above the nipple. She cried out at the sting, and again when Black hit the other side. He alternated between them, slowly covering the pale skin of her breasts with red marks, until they were bright red and throbbing all over.

“Oh that’s so fucking good,” groaned Green. “Oh fuck I’m-”

Then he was coming, filling Faith’s ass with his come, all slippery and disgusting. Black chose that moment to hit Faith directly on her nipples, which were sensitive and swollen from arousal, making the pain twice as bad. She jerked in her restraints and cried out, which made Green gasp: apparently she had squeezed around his still sensitive cock. Too bad.

Green held on to her for a moment, calming his breathing. Finally he started to pull out, while Red and Blue helped to get Faith laid down on the bed again.

She was still weeping silently, her confused body trying to make sense of the mixed signals of pain and pleasure. Her clit was throbbing, as were her nipples. She had had no idea people would even think about hitting those, but - that had happened.

Someone fondled Faith’s clit and she moaned pitifully. It hurt, but it also felt good, in a totally new way. Like the pleasure went somewhere deeper.

The fingers moved from her clit to her cunt, where her opening was slick with her arousal. Faith was suddenly reminded that only one guy had actually fucked her so far. And yet she felt exhausted already, wrung dry. Swallowing nervously she met Black’s cool eyes. The man gave her a small, crooked smile in response.

“Feeling used yet, my little slut? Don’t worry - you shall.”

Notes:

Who's next? I don't know! ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

Chapter 2

"What exactly were you picturing when you ordered so many of us?" Black asked, thrusting his fingers deep inside Faith’s cunt. “Did you want us to use you like a toy, taking turns one after another? Or maybe do it together , stuff you so full of cock that you couldn’t even breathe?”

Faith whimpered. Both options seemed impossible, overwhelming. Perfect. Her clit throbbed with lingering pain and relentless arousal. “Oh god,” she sobbed. “Please.”

“Please what?” came the mocking retort. “Please fill you up? Please use your slutty little hole until it’s sloppy and ruined?”

Faith gasped and her whole body shook. If Black’s hand had been just a bit closer to her clit right then… Black seemed to notice the effect his words had, because his lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Yes, that’s what you want,” he murmured. “You just want to be punished.”

Black sat on the bed right next to Faith and leaned over her slowly. He cradled her head in his hand in a mockery of a lover’s embrace, caressing her cheek and carding his fingers through her hair. His face was unbearably close to Faith’s, his lips almost touching hers as he gazed down at her with a fond smile. Finally he asked in a soft voice: “Do you like big cocks?”

The crudeness made Faith flinch violently. There was laughter around them. Black grinned and continued: “Because this guy” - he nodded towards Blue - “has a really big one.” Faith’s eyes flickered unbidden towards the man in question, causing another round of chuckles. “Oh, that caught your attention?” She tried to turn her face to the side in mortification, but someone grabbed her head and forced her to look directly at Blue - at Blue’s crotch , which was suddenly directly in front of her eyes.

He had unzipped his black jeans and was now fisting his cock slowly. It was indeed huge: just looking at it made Faith feel a bit faint. It was both thick and long - honestly, it was frankly ridiculous that anyone should have such a cock. How was he even capable of walking around with something like that attached to him?

“Like it?” Blue smirked. “Of course you do. Look at you, you’re practically drooling after it. What a little cockslut.”

“Let’s spread her out a bit,” suggested Black, still caressing Faith’s face, the gentle touch at odds with the cruel twist to his lips.. “I want a good view of that hole when you ruin it.”

Faith met his eyes with a wild look. She had no idea why the words had sent a rush of heat to her nether parts, but she had to fight an embarrassing whimper. It escaped nevertheless when the men began to loosen the ropes around her thighs, manhandling her limbs as they liked, dragging her around like a toy.

It felt good to finally stretch her legs, at least.

They dragged Faith to the edge of the bed, then spread her legs as wide as they could go, Red grabbing the right one, Green the left. Her flailing hands were caught by Black and bound together, then held above her head, out of the way. She was left panting and squirming, strong, warm hands holding her down from every side, and yes - her cunt spread open for everyone to see.

It was intolerable. It was perfect.

Faith licked her trembling lips and watched with wide eyes as Blue put his hands on her inner thighs, looking down at her cunt with a hungry expression. Nobody had ever looked at it like that, with such intense focus and obvious appreciation. Most of her partners had seemed to just sort of tolerate the sight before taking their pleasure out of her body. But Blue’s gaze was something else entirely. It made her more aware of her cunt than she had ever been in her life: she could almost feel his gaze, like a touch.

Not a gentle, appreciative one, though. No, this touch was crude and violent, without even the slightest bit of respect. It was there only to violate her.

“Please,” Faith whimpered, closing her eyes briefly. “Oh please, no.”

Blue only chuckled darkly and fisted one slick hand quickly over his cock, then placed the tip carefully on her opening and started to press in. Her mouth opened on a silent shout as her body struggled to accept the thick length. The angle was a bit awkward and Faith could feel every agonizing inch that was forced inside. When Blue was met with some resistance from the inner curves of her body, he pulled back deceptively slowly, then slammed back in with a decisive snap of his hips.

Faith screamed. No matter how wet and ready she had been, the entry was too sudden, too violent. She sobbed as her body convulsed around the intrusion.

“What’s the matter, slut?” said Blue a bit breathlessly. “I thought you wanted this.” He pulled back again and thrust back in, just as ruthlessly as before, then slapped Faith’s left thigh for good measure. Her wail made him grin and he did it again on the other side, then took hold of her hips and started to really fuck her.

She had already been fucked open by Black, but that seemed so long ago and this was hard and fast and unforgiving - yet at the same time she was already so desperately aroused that every sharp thrust made her body tremble and her mind flood with white noise.

“Look at you,” Blue panted, emphasizing his words with another stinging slap to her inner thigh. "What a perfect little slut." Faith moaned and shook her head frantically, but that only made the man grin filthily and slap her again on the same spot, then continue pounding into her.

It wasn’t even a good angle: Faith wasn’t getting that much pleasure from it. Instead it was just Blue brutally forcing her open over and over again, using her body as he pleased. Occasionally he stopped to spank her inner thighs, starting from near her knees and gradually getting lower and lower, until his thumb brushed against her clit on a downstroke. It didn’t quite catch it, but it made her jolt nevertheless.

“Fuck, it’s great to get to fuck someone properly,” Blue panted. “No need to be careful with you, huh? The harder, the better. Fuck. ” He looked down at the place where they were joined and smirked, then pressed his thumb roughly against her clit.  “She’s so fucking wet, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Then finish it already and let us take our turns,” growled Red, jerking Faith’s leg a bit higher in an impatient gesture. She cried out, a pitiful, stuttering sound. The strain on her muscles was almost too painful. Thankfully it didn’t take much longer for Blue’s thrusts to become erratic, then suddenly he was throwing his head back in ecstasy, pumping his hips to fill her with spurt after spurt of hot come. He pulled out roughly, letting it splatter around. Still breathing heavily, he gave a sharp, wet smack to Faith’s gaping hole.

“Still need more, slut?” Blue sneered and spanked her again, making her yelp. “Of course you do. All right, who’s next?”

They switched places, taking a moment to manhandle Faith on her stomach. Again her legs were spread obscenely wide, held open for the next man. Thick fingers pushed roughly in her cunt, then pulled back to tug at her clit. Her squeal only made them laugh, as did her scream when that hand spanked her hard between her legs.

“That’s right, you greedy little bitch. We’re giving you exactly what you deserve.” Another slap, and another: they took turns in spanking her ass and thighs and cunt too, until every inch of her lower body was throbbing with pain. But it didn’t end there. Someone held the folds of her cunt open, while another took the riding crop from before and used it directly on her hole, making her scream and jolt and babble incoherently, begging for something she didn’t even know herself.

Finally, when Faith was a trembling, weak mess of tears and snot and pitiful cries, someone - Red, it was Red this time - put his cock on the wet ruin of her cunt and pushed in. Somehow Faith still found the breath to moan. Her hole was already throbbing with pain, and this violation on top of that - it was unthinkable. Yet the man didn’t care for her pain one bit, just forced his way in and fucked her, hard and fast.

Faith stared sightlessly ahead, trying to make sense of her body and all the conflicting sensations. Someone was pressing a kiss to her asscheek, then licking a wet trail over the hot skin. A finger pressed inside her asshole, still wet and loose. Red gasped raggedly and squeezed Faith’s hips, then slammed in one final time and added even more come to the mess.

“There, isn’t that good?” said Black soothingly. “You look lovely. I swear, you were made to be raped.”

“Oh god ,” she mumbled against the bedcovers. Who even said something like that?

“But we’re not finished yet.”

“We’re not?” Faith croaked and lifted her head to look up at Black apprehensively. He smirked, then picked up something from the bed. It was the vibrator. Faith blinked at it: she had honestly forgotten about that. At some point her own pleasure had stopped feeling relevant, somehow, as Faith got lost in the almost otherworldly torrent of pain and degradation.

Black handed the vibrator over to whoever was now behind Faith, and the air was filled with a buzzing sound when it was turned on. The first touch on her clit made her eyes fill with fresh tears. It felt like fire. It was almost closer to agony than the actual pain had been, an intense, bright burn that made her wail.

The vibrator was pressed more firmly against her clit and then, in mere seconds, Faith was coming. Her whole body convulsed in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her life.

The buzzing in her head was so loud that it took a while before she realized that the vibrator was off. Her cunt twitched, long after the vibrator had been turned off: it felt like she was somehow still coming.

Someone grabbed Faith’s hair and pulled her head back. She cried out, and just as her mouth opened on that cry, come splashed across her face. She was too shocked to react, only stared wide-eyed at Black’s cock as his strong hand pumped out the last drops of come, painting her face with it. Then her head was dropped and her limbs released, letting her flop down on the bed with her legs still spread to show off her leaking, puffy holes, her ruin and degradation complete.

 

–

 

The door opened and closed slowly. Light, measured steps approached her.

“Oh, you silly girl,” murmured a soft voice. “What a mess.”

The person stopped right next to her. There was a moment of stillness, then two slim fingers brushed gently at her opening, exploring the wet, sore folds with a light, clinical touch.

Faith moaned and tried to curl up. There was a tinkling laugh, perfect and elegant, and the fingers went away.

“Well, they certainly used you hard. Come on, let’s get you to the shower. Though wait - here.”

A water bottle was held in front of her face. Faith blinked at it blearily, then lifted herself up and held out one shaking hand to take it. The water felt heavenly going down her sore throat.

The blonde lady watched her with a small, curious smile.

“I trust that everything was to your liking?”

Faith closed her eyes and pressed the cool bottle against her cheek.

“...yes,” she replied finally with a hoarse voice. Then she looked up and smiled, helplessly, giddily. “It was perfect.”

Notes:

...I didn't want to leave her hanging.

I wonder how much something like this would actually cost, though? Just how much money does this girl make?? Was she actually the keynote speaker in that conference? A highly respected professional in her field?

Good for her!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Premium Fantasies
• Part 1 of Consensual