Friendsgiving Feast

This is dedicated to a very dear friend, who had a very unfortunate voice to text change in our friend group chat. I love you, you perv, and no, I'm not cooking this year.

This story contains elements of NonCon, bondage, multiple partners, and edging. I'm sure I'm forgetting a few things, as well. But don't worry, everyone has a happy ending and aftercare is included at the end.

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My phone chimed with a text from Conner. I scowled. I'd lost a bet, and now I owed him 24 hours of doing whatever he wanted. He'd been vague about it, too, saying he would text me when he decided. That was two weeks ago. Stupid me forgot to put any time limits on the bet. I opened the notification.

Conner: Friendsgiving is Saturday, and I'm collecting your debt.

I rolled my eyes. He probably wanted me to cook for him and their friends. I'd absolutely refused to do it this year. I was always slaving in the kitchen for our friend group, and then again for my family on Thanksgiving. No one ever offered to help.

Me: What time do you want me to show up?

Conner: 7 am sharp.

I sighed. Yeah, he wanted me to cook alright. I huffed and tossed my phone down. Two days until Friendsgiving. He'd probably want me to cook or something in just an apron. We flirted, but had never crossed that line. The last time he'd lost the bet, I'd made him build me bookshelves without his shirt.

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Two Days Later

I rang the doorbell exactly at 7. This was so dumb. Conner opened the door and ushered me in. "Finally! Here, put this on. I want you to make sure everything is clean."

I stared at him. "I'm not cooking?"

"No, I catered everything this year. Just clean up the house, and you'll see what's next. Upstairs and downstairs." He said, shoving the bundle of clothes into my arms, and dropped a pair of heeled boots on top of them.

I stared down at it, and went into the bathroom to change. It was a fucking maid's costume. What the fuck Conner! I put it on though. The bet was clear. I had to do everything he said. The costume was corseted so I didn't need a bra, but it took a moment for me to do up the strings in the back. I loved the way it squeezed me. Even though the neckline was so low that I was afraid my nipples would pop out. Most of my breasts were exposed. The skirt just barely covered my butt. It exposed the thigh high tights and garter straps that came with it. I slipped on the knee high boots and glared down at myself.

"Hurry up, Evie!" Conner banged on the door causing me to jump. I opened it, trying to keep my arms around myself. "Damn, woman!" He exclaimed.

"Whatever, Conner." I rolled my eyes and went to get started. I swept and scrubbed and mopped downstairs. It didn't take too long. Conner's house was clean, but he followed me around, making lewd comments and brushing up against me. I just had to finish cleaning, and then I could get dressed again.

I moved upstairs and started cleaning each bedroom. Conner followed. His hand rubbed the back of my thigh as I bent over to straighten the bed covers. "Take off your panties." He said suddenly.

"I'm not going to do that, you perv!" I exclaimed standing up and spinning around to face him.

"Did you forget our bet, Eve?" He said.

"Fine, but you better not get any ideas. No funny business." I sighed. I slipped my panties off. They weren't especially cute or anything. Just basic white cotton panties, but definitely not any granny panties. Is this the equivalent of building things topless for guys? Half naked women cleaning? "Happy now?"

"Better get back to work." He grinned. I squatted down, trying to keep myself as covered as possible. He wandered away, and I thought I was in the clear. I had carried some laundry down to his laundry room, and was shoving it in the washer, when he came up behind me. He bumped into me, knocking me off balance.

His hand snaked between my legs before I could stop him. "Hey! What are you doing!" He ran a finger up and down my slit. I tried to squirm away, but with his body pushing against mine, I couldn't get away. "I didn't agree to this!"

"24 hours of whatever I want, remember Evie? You've been a cock tease for two years, and now I'm finally getting what I want." Conner sneered in my ear. His breath was warm, and his voice was deep and menacing. I shivered. "I can tell you like it. Feel how wet you're getting. Does the tease like being played with?"

"Give it a rest, Conner!" I protested, but my voice was breathy. I hated it. I didn't want him to make me feel like this. His finger brushed against my swelling clit, circling it lightly and I gasped. My hands gripped the edge of the washer. He stopped for a moment, and then pressed a finger to my opening, sliding it in slowly.

"You definitely want this. You're soaked." He removed his finger after pumping it once, twice, three times slowly in and out of my pussy. Something cold and smooth replaced his finger, pressing inside of me slowly. "Be a good little tease and keep that in. No touching!" he said as I reached down between my legs to feel the object. "And if it falls out, I'm going to have to punish you."

It started vibrating deep inside my center, causing me to jump. "Conner! Our friends are coming over in a few hours."

"So they are." He walked away. The vibrations stopped. I quickly finished the laundry and went back to cleaning. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

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The vibrations continued randomly while I finished cleaning, driving me mad. Just enough to get me close to orgasm, but not enough to let me fall over that edge. I moaned softly as the vibrator kicked in again, bending over and whimpering. Anytime I was ready to reach down and relieve myself Conner popped up, reminding me that I wasn't allowed to touch.

"You did a great job, cleaning. Everything looks great! Maybe you should get a reward." Conner said while I panted. My hands pressed against the wall, so did my forehead. My eyes were closed as I tried to keep myself together. I wanted it. I really really wanted it. I didn't even realize that I had pushed my ass out, presenting myself to him until his hands lifted the barely there skirt and rubbed my ass. I moaned softly, wiggling my ass, wanting more. No! What was I doing? "Well, my guests should be here soon. Don't you think it should be time to get ready for the party?"

Finally! It was like being doused with cold water, even though a part of me that I shoved down was a little disappointed. I could get back to normal, and once we were done, I could go home and take care of myself. I grabbed my clothes and started towards the bathroom, but the vibrations increased causing me to drop everything. "Where do you think you're going? I didn't give you permission to change."

"But our friends?" I said softly, my heart sinking to my feet.

"You're going to be part of the celebration, Evie! Part of our Friendsgiving Feast!" Conner grabbed my upper arm and tugged. I panted as the vibrator shifted inside of me, a moan slipping out again before I could stop it. "Oops! Sorry! We can't have you all used up before dessert." The vibrations stopped. My legs felt shaky.

Conner handed me a plate of food. "Eat quickly," He said. "You'll need your strength." I ate. The vibrator stayed off. As soon as I was done he whisked the plate away and led me to a stout wooden table. It was covered in deep pumpkin orange table cloth. "Take the dress off." He said. I stood there, too stunned to speak. What have I done? My stinging ass brought me back to attention as I yelped. He'd swatted me! "Take the dress off, Evie, before I have to make you."

I slowly slid the dress off, my tits bouncing free. He helped me climb up onto the table, then tied my arms behind my back. He laid me down, having me shift and scoot until I was dead center. My head tipping backwards, and my ass at the very edge. He placed thick headphones over my ears. I could barely hear anything. Something pressed against my mouth, and I opened it. Then he covered the headphones and my head with a hood. It was solid black. I could see nothing at all. Something pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth. It invaded my mouth and pressed against the back of my throat. A strap tightened around my face, driving the invader further into my mouth. I swallowed convulsively. My head flopped backwards, hanging off the table.

The pit in my stomach grew bigger with each action. I could feel my arms being cinched down to the table so that I couldn't move my chest. I just knew that my tits were jutting out on full display. Next the ropes bit into my legs, spreading them up and out. The cool air of the room wafted over my pussy. I was completely exposed, trussed like a damned Thanksgiving Turkey. He pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and I felt more than heard it plop down near me. I felt a few more things settle against the table around me. Then the doorbell clanged. I just barely heard it.

Oh God no.

I waited, barely breathing. It was ridiculous, I knew, but part of me thought if I didn't move, no one would notice me. How, how, how did I get myself into this situation?

I felt a hand on my left breast and I jumped. The hand pinched and twisted my nipple. I yelped, the sound muffled by the gag. My nipple was pulled away from my body, and I squirmed as much as I could. The hand let go and my tits swayed. They grabbed my right nipple and did the same. The hands traced down my body to my pussy, poking and prodding at it. Then another hand, and another. My body was being toyed with.

I could feel my pussy growing wetter. My face was hot, flame red, under the hood. No, no, no. I couldn't like this. This couldn't feel good. A moan escaped around the gag as someone touched my clit. The finger withdrew and a sharp stinging landed on one breast. I jerked as much as I could crying out. Someone was whipping me. It stung. The whip crashed against my heated skin, left tit, right tit, down my stomach, and then I screamed when my pussy lips were spread and it lashed into my clit.

My body shook with the strain, with the heat flooding me. I panted heavily, trying to breathe around the gag. I was so close. Mortification welled inside of me as I grew ever closer to orgasm. Then all the sensation stopped. I waited, my body settling back against the table. The onslaught had stopped.

I lost track of time. People would come up to me randomly, get me so close to the edge, and then just stop. I lost track of the hands that groped and squeezed my body. How many fingers had been inside me? Which of my friends? Who all had Conner invited? Were the girlfriends and wives here as well? Did they think I was just some whore he'd found? My face burned again. I was though, wasn't I? My body was enjoying this. I was no better than a whore.

I jumped, my mind coming back to my predicament, as something pressed against my pussy. Not a hand this time. It was cold and hard. A dildo? It pumped in and out of me slowly. Something hot and wet covered my clit. A mouth. Oh god, someone was sucking on my clit. My back arched, and I moaned. Yes, oh god yes, please, please, please. Did I think it? Did I say it around the gag? Was I screaming my desire? All thought and concern fled my mind as they sucked and sucked and sucked deeply, their tongue lightly flicking over the sensitive bud. I could only focus on how good it felt, how I needed more. I needed to cum.

I writhed in my bonds. Unable to change the angle, unable to get closer. The dildo still pumped steadily in and out of me. Angled slightly upward. Each time it passed over my g-spot, I shivered. Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck me yes. The pressure around my head eased, the gag pulled away from my mouth, only to be replaced by a cock.

I shook my head, "No, no, no I can't." I mumbled around it. It shoved its way into my mouth. The dildo, and the sucking stopped. The cock shoved in and out of my mouth. I gagged around it. I could feel my spit oozing out of the corners of my mouth. Two hands held my head securely. I couldn't stop it. The cock swelled and spurted inside of me. I wanted to spit the salty cum out, but after it had withdrawn, the gag was shoved back inside me and tightened even tighter.

I whimpered, panting.

Someone bit down on my nipple and yanked on it. I screamed around the gag. A hand slapped my sensitive clit. My body convulsed. The dildo was removed. Something cold dripped down my pussy and my ass. I stilled. No, they couldn't. They couldn't. No... The dildo pressed lower, against my asshole. I tightened down, but no matter what I did, it slid in. Tears pricked my eyes. It settled deep inside me. No, oh god, oh no. They'd just been using me to lube it up.

It was thrust in and out of me and as the whip landed on my pussy again. Hands rubbed my aching nipples, distracting me for a moment. Then fire. Oh god, fire. My nipples were on fire. And a buzzing filled me as the vibrator was replaced again. Someone pressed on the gag, forcing it even hard against the back of my throat as I gagged around it. Spit and cum squirting around it.

The dildo was removed, ripped from my ass, unceremoniously. I could feel something warm replacing it. No no no. I shook my head, but it was grabbed and held still. Hands grabbed my legs and a cock was shoved inside my ass. He thrust and thrust and thrust. My ass ached. My breath shuddered as his hot sperm shot inside of me.

Then another cock filled my pussy. Fucking me hard. I whimpered as a vibrator was placed against my clit. Yes, so close, so close. My body started to tighten, and the vibrator was removed. The cock came, filling my pussy.

I lost count of how many times I was filled. Mouth, ass, pussy. Sometimes all three at once. Sometimes one. Sometimes two. I was swollen, sore. Everything ached. Oh god how I hurt and how good it felt. I lay limp on the table. My throat was raw. My voice was hoarse. My pussy was spread again. I whimpered at the invasion.

This cock was bigger than the others had been. Or maybe I was just that swollen. My pussy gripped at it. Slick with cum and my own desire. It pumped in and out of me, and then pressed against my ass. I sobbed as I was torn open again. But this time, the vibrator rested against my clit and buzzed to life. The cock pumped, stretching and filling me fuller than I had been. My body shuddered. I gasped growing closer and closer to the edge that had eluded me all night.

My orgasm exploded through my body. My whole body tensed and arched. One long scream tore through me around the gag. My pussy and ass clamped down as I shattered. I barely noticed the cock inside of me spewing its seed deeply. I shook, weak and then collapsed against the table. The cock pulled out of me with a pop.

The vibrator still buzzed against my clit, and I was cumming again before I realized it. It tore through me. I had barely come down when another wracked me. Then another. Then another. I came over and over. Finally collapsing against the table. I was exhausted. My body was spent. No more. No more. No more. I couldn't take more. But I did. Another one, and another. My body arching. Finally the exquisite torture stopped.

I lay limply against the table. A hand traced its way up my body. I didn't care. I couldn't care. I didn't want to fight it anymore. The gag was removed. Then the hood. I blinked, my eyes slowly adjusting. The light was dim but it still hurt a bit. Conner stood at my head. He pulled the headphones away from me. "You were magnificent, Evie. The hit of the party."

I just lay there. He unbound me. Helping me sit up. "Let's get you cleaned up." I glanced down at my body. My nipples and tits were covered in wax. There were teeth marks and dried semen covering my body. I shivered a little as he ran a hot bath. He bathed me, taking extra care to soothe my sore ass and pussy. My clit was still sensitive and swollen. I shuddered a little as the washcloth wiped at me. He whispered in my ear, as he wrapped a towel around me, and lifted me from the tub. "You were beautiful. Such a good girl, my Evie."

He bundled me into bed and brought me a plate of food. He supported me and helped me eat. "Good girl, Evie. We need you to get your strength back." I finished the food. I hadn't felt hungry, but I was ravenous. I drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in thick blankets.

Maybe losing the bet hadn't been such a bad thing.