Teen fucked by fucking sex machine

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It had been a long time coming, Stacey wanting to indulge in her pent-up fantasies for too long now, she was finally able to lock herself away for the weekend and enjoy herself. For her little spat of depravity, Stacey had purchased an array of sextoys, one of which was a fuckmachine, fixed with a dildo that would pump inside of her pussy depending on how far she turned the dial. It was easy to control, and better yet, easy to disengage, just in case.

She also had a self-bondage kit, giving her that feeling of being helpless and tied up, but with the safety of a key to unlock a latch and have herself free in a moment’s notice. Everything was ready, and with her final duties finished for the day, Stacey stripped off her clothes the moment she walked into her dorm.

“STOP! Hey mate, now that I got your attention I’d like to share with you this new site I found with literally anything you can think of, ranging from orgies, grannies, teens, incest and you know.. the kinky stuff. I made this review just to help a brother out. Peace.”

– Jake A.

Her slender body was put on display to herself, unable to help from admiring all the hard work she puts into her appearance. Stacey knows how much the guys on campus stare at her hungrily, being not only diligent in her workout, but also having the figure that you’d only find on a cartoon or hentai girl. A thin waist with wide hips, giving way to a plump, and pleasantly jiggly ass, her chest was obscene, looking as if she had ridiculous implants, she took great pride in letting everyone know how natural she was. She made many of the other girls envious on campus, their boyfriends turning their heads when she walked by, and even offering to dump their girlfriends for her instead.

Though naturally, Stacey had more of a taste for the plastic kind of men, being honest with herself, she was addicted to toys. Any kind, vibrators, paddles, machines, buttplugs, nipple-clamps, gags, blindfolds, there was never enough for her to be satisfied!

Today was different however, Stacey had bought the fuckmachine she had her eye on for so long, and it was finally time to get acquainted with it…

Eagerly, she placed her favorite toys at her feet, ready to wear them for her session. Stacey pushed the ring-gag into her mouth, letting it part her lips so that her moans could still escape, then clipped it around the back of her head. She slipped her legs into the self-bondage kit, securing it before moving to the bullet-vibes. Tiny egg-like vibrators that she taped across her clit, both nipples and inside of her ass. Finally, she pulled her blindfold over her head, disappearing into darkness as she moved her hand to make sure the key and control were in place. Once sure, she secured her arms in the straps, shimmying backwards and clipping a hook by her feet to the machine. Now, Stacey could effectively not move at all, apart from her hands somewhat, she was locked in place, the dildo lined up with her hole, she was about to become its compliant fucktoy.

Fuck, I can’t wait for this thing to break me~

Stacey was practically shivering with excitement, feeling around for the remote control, she turned the dial up a third of the way, feeling the motor spring to life. Her pussy was slowly stretched to fit the thick dildo, moaning loudly from her ring-gag, Stacey felt her arousal reaching its peak already, having been so pent-up.

It happens so quickly, Stacey spasming in her restraints, she’s forced to her first orgasm by the toy, practically screaming out of her ring-gag, quaking with residual shocks of pleasure. In her fit of ecstasy, Stacey becomes confident, reaching out to turn the machine even higher, she nudges the dial too much, turning it to the maximum setting…

Stacey lets out a guttural shriek at the sudden pace she’s forced to accept, the machine fucking her three times as fast, she can barely catch her breath. In her panic, she reaches too far for the remote, knocking too far away from her hands to reach. Her heart sinks, knowing she’ll have to unhook herself and ruin the session, she reaches out for the key, freezing in place. Stacey pats the ground again, feeling around for it, but finding nothing.

“Well well, we didn’t think you were this much of a brainless whore~”

A familiar voice calls out to her, a sadistic tone calling out. Stacey wanted to stay quiet, to not give her what she wanted, but with the frantic pounding of her pussy by the new machine, she can’t help but respond with more whorish moans, adding fuel to the fire. Suddenly, she hears an entire crowd of people break out into laughter in response to her wailing, and at the worst time. With the constant stimulation, Stacey fell into another orgasm, crying out in shame as her body involuntarily spasming around the thick shaft fucking her hole in front of who knows how many people.

“Awh, that’s cute~”

There’s a sudden pause, then Stacey can feel someone in front of her, confirmed as a hand reaches out and cups her chin, probing a thumb into her mouth as the woman speaks.

“I knew you were a sick fuck, so I invited everyone over to see!”

Terror took hold, Stacey flailing in her restraints, the laughter only starts again, only this time she realizes something… there’s men in the crowd…

“I even thought our boyfriend would want to come and see, too… after all, they really want to fuck you~”

With a snap of the woman’s fingers, the men all grunted to themselves, the sound of clothes being tossed onto the floor filling the room, Stacey flailing around again in a fit of hysterics. She was only allowed that for a few seconds, the first man taking his position in front of her, smearing his cock across her face before shoving it down her throat, the ring-gag keeping her mouth open for him.

“Fuck she feels good…”

Another man pulled her vibe from her ass, swiftly replacing it with his cock, ramming her tight asshole without a care for her guttural screams. The man in her throat bottoms out, gripping her hair tightly as he pumps his load directly down her gullet. After pulling out, he slaps Stacey’s face and spits into her mouth before speaking over her.

“Guys pound her ass so she screams like that again, it was amazing!”

They all laugh together, sending chills down her spine at what she had become to them… a fleshlight…

Minutes bled into hours, the machine raping her pussy died-out, one of the men pulling it back and happily taking its place. Stacey couldn’t tell how much time had passed, losing count of how many cocks she had tasted against her tongue, how many raped her once-tight asshole, and long-since lost count of how many loads her unprotected pussy had been forced to accept.

Her senses dulled, but the men were able to force a constant flow of orgasms from her body, destroying her mind with each one, ruining the sensation for her. What was once a beautiful and relaxing evening had been turned into a living nightmare, unable to see, speak or move as a crowd of men all took their turns with her. The months of teasing had caught up with her, almost every man on campus wanting to do the same, she began sobbing at the thought of the hundreds of men getting their turn…

With that dreadful thought plaguing her mind, Stacey’s mind hazes over, lost in a forced orgasmic bliss, crying to herself through the moans. Though time passes, and the steady flow of cocks seems to finally cease.

With her endless gangbang seemingly over, Stacey lets out a defeated sigh, feeling the mixture of several men’s cum run down her thighs, even tasting their loads as she coughs. Humiliated, degraded, her reputation ruined and little left for her here other than becoming the local fucktoy, Stacey feels herself slipping away into unconsciousness.

After waking, she panics, realizing she’s still gagged, bound and blindfolded, Stacey cries out, but no sound comes. Having woken up completely, Stacey retches, realizing her throat was being fucked ruthlessly by a stranger gripping to her hair. He wasn’t kind, or even caring, even the way he held her gave way to what they thought of her now, she was a living fleshlight for them… and in that moment… She enjoyed it. Whether because Stacey realized there was nothing left for her, or that her hours of constant forced orgasms finally broke her mind, the man walking up behind her didn’t care. Her days became an endless line of men ready to abuse her hours, eventually the girls deciding she had behaved enough to be let out, she eagerly began walking around campus in a skimpy uniform provided by them.

Reading across her chest was her new name:

Rape-Toy

Then a message for anything behind:

Make me scream!

Stacey found herself wearing it with pride, feeling a rush of joy and fulfillment whenever someone grabbed her body and pinned her to the ground.

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