FRIDAY (morning)
Alicia woke up in the back seat of the dusty old car in Mark's garage. Her entire body ached when she tried to move. When she opened her eyes, she saw used condoms all over her body. The semen inside of them had leaked all over her. She made no effort to brush them off. When she sat up, she looked into the rear view mirror. Her face had dried cum all over it and a condom was matted in her hair. She looked like an absolute mess.
"You look like a whore," she thought to herself.
And she was right – she did. Yesterday, she made an effort to stand up for herself. She wanted Tommy and Mark to know that she had limits. Alicia didn't want Tommy, or Mark, to make decisions for her. All of this effort was in vain. Tommy confronted her and put her in her place. All of her pride and convictions had been thrown out the window.
He shouted at her in a way that she had never experienced before. No one had talked to her like that. She always thought that she would end up with a man who would treat her right and make her feel special. She had that relationship with Peter for a while, until things became too routine. After their breakup, she started dating Tommy. He gave her butterflies in her stomach and she enjoyed being with someone who respected her and didn't judge her for her newfound sexual awakening.
All of that changed last night. Tommy had went from the boyfriend she always wanted to a monster.
"Maybe Ricky was right," she thought. At the gangbang last Sunday, Ricky had warned her about Tommy.
She remembered what he told her...
"Doesn't it bother you the way he talks to you?"
"He talks to you like you're nothing."
"You'll see. It's only going to get worse, sweetie. Don't say I didn't warn you."
She knew he was right. Part of her felt guilty for not listening to Ricky. How could she know he would be right? At the time that Ricky warned her, they weren't even dating yet. She was blinded by her attraction to Tommy and was unable to heed Ricky's warning.
The other part of Alicia felt excited about what had happened to her last night. It was the same feeling she felt when she had been gangbanged at her father's bar last week. She felt something inside of her bursting out. Feelings and desires she never knew she had manifested themselves after Tommy dressed her down the other night.
She looked into the rearview mirror again and whispered, "I'm a whore."
She grabbed the used condom out of her hair and held it front of her. Even though it had been used and discarded a while ago, it still looked slimy. She rolled her eyes and tossed it on the floorboard. She grabbed the door handle and opened it, exiting the car.
"Where is everyone?" she said quietly.
The garage was empty. All that remained were empty beer cans.
Alicia shivered and decided that she should look for her clothes. She looked around the room for them. Her t-shirt hung over the back of a chair. She put it on – not caring enough about finding her bra first.
Her nipples poked through the white fabric of the t-shirt. She rubbed her arms in a futile attempt to warm up.
She looked down and saw Tommy's video camera and a note attached to it which read, "Watch me."
Finding the rest of her clothes was now in the back of her mind. Her curiosity had taken over. She grabbed the camera and walked over to the entertainment center, plugged the camera in, and turned it on.
Then she hit the PLAY button.
She immediately noticed that this was footage taken from last night after Greg had fucked her. Remembering this brought back memories of how awful her ass felt afterward and how he spit in her face. Despite the pain and the humiliation – she enjoyed it. She actually asked him to spit on her. This was something that she had never had happen to her before, but she was too turned on to care.
On the dirty television screen, she watched Tommy and Mark talk with Ian and Rex who had just got there when Greg finished with her. She could see Greg in the background, fumbling with his clothes and leaving her alone with them.
Greg was the only person yesterday who had been respectful to her, but Tommy turned him into a monster too. He no longer cared for her well-being and was content leaving her with four men with no regard to what happens to her.
Alicia watched as Tommy brought the camera back over to her. When the camera was in her face, she could see the load that Greg had deposited and the spit that hit her in the eye.
"Ready for round two, you fucking whore?" Tommy taunted her.
She slowly nodded her head.
"Hey boys, check it out! She's ready for some more!" he shouted.
Without any instruction, Ian, Rex, and Mark moved closer to her. She was still on her knees and wasn't sure what was going to happen to her next.
"Alright guys, listen up before we get going," Tommy said. "Alicia's nothing more than a cheap slut. Use her however you want. Do anything you want with her. She's my girlfriend, but more importantly – she's my slave. Fuck her, spank her, slap her, spit on her, pull her hair, cum on her face, call her names – everything is on the table, boys!"
Tommy's friends cheered as they eyed Alicia's vulnerable nude body like a piece of meat. In reality, that was all she was to them now – meat. To be used for nothing more than sex.
Even though she looked frightened – she was ready. Ready for everyone to pounce on her and use her body.
Ian was first. He had unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs as he licked his lips and stared at Alicia – with an unsettling grin.
"Sweet cheeks, I've heard Tommy talk about you. I thought he was full of shit 'til I saw that picture he sent me and Rex here of your sweet ass bent over that car. I can't wait to tear you apart..."
She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted all four of them to fuck her, but Ian's words were beginning to scare her. Alicia stood in front of Ian, trembling, waiting for his next move.
Ian grabbed her roughly around her waist and pulled her close to him. By this point, he had kicked his pants off, and stood in front of her wearing only a dirty white t-shirt. His rubbed his cock between Alicia's legs, causing her let out a soft moan. He put his head down and grabbed one of her large, milky white breasts and stuck the nipple in his mouth.
He began to suck and paw at her tit like an animal. Alicia's fears were subsiding and her body was beginning to enjoy the attention she was receiving. She threw head back and bit her bottom lip as Ian continued to chew on her breast.
"There ain't a girl in this city with tits like hers Tommy," Rex said.
"You got that right. I saw the pair on this one and knew I had to make her mine. There's no way I'm letting her get away from me," Tommy replied.
The two friends shared a laugh as Ian decided it was time to get what he came for. He grabbed Alicia and threw her on the musky old couch. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it – even making herself ready for him. She rested her arms against the back of the couch and stuck her ass out, opening her legs as far as she could.
Alicia looked behind her to see Ian approaching her, cock in hand.
"You want this bitch? You want Ian to fuck your little pussy?" Tommy spat.
She slowly nodded her head and meekly replied, "Yes."
"Uhhh!" she grunted, slapping the hood of the car as Ian pushed himself inside of her.
"Yeah...this feels real nice," Ian said, thrusting slowly into her pussy.
Ian was surprised at how it felt to be inside of Alicia. If what Tommy said was true, she had had a lot of mileage put on her pussy in the past week. He wasn't sure if she would still be as tight as he hoped for.
He was also surprised at how wet she was. He didn't need to lube her up before entering her. Alicia's pussy was sopping wet from the teasing he had given her before fucking her.
While he fucked her, Tommy came around the side of the car and pointed his camera in her face. Her eyes met the lens of the camera.
