Town Slut [erotic fiction]

I think anyone who lived here would be considered an outsider. Although I only moved here a month ago, there are people who've been living in the town for twenty years or more who are still regarded as newcomers. A freak like me never had a chance of fitting in. I suppose I should have expected some kind of fall-out - I just didn't expect it to be like this.

The tradition of Town Slut has a long history. For hundreds of years, one night on every full moon, the sluttiest woman in town was chosen. It's been going on so long, no-one talks about it any more because it's not news. Except - it was news to me. I don't know how they keep it secret from the rest of the world - but they do. If you're born here, you've got the good sense to do your flirting in private. All I did was walk down the street - the way I always do. A little strumpet, they called me. Said my walk was like a challenge…is it my fault I hear music in my head and felt like dancing? I haven't even touched a man or woman since I've been here - not until now.

I heard the doorbell ring while I was getting changed after work. I was in a rush as always, so even though I just had my underwear on, and my heels, I threw my kimono robe over it and answered the door anyway. The silk clung to me in all sorts of interesting places and I realised it had been too long, far too long, since I'd been touched there by anything but my own hands.

I opened the door and was shocked to see five men in suits, all rather heavily set, and of the local council variety, standing on my doorstep. One of them, clearly the designated spokesman, and slightly less unattractive than the others, handed me an envelope. I started to ask him what on earth was going on, but he just gestured at the letter and so I opened it.

“Dear Imp,

Your forward behaviour has been noted and voted on. You have been selected Town Slut and you are considered to have voluntarily reliquished any rights and/or status you may hold for the night of the full moon, April 2009.

Yours sincerely,

People of the Town”

I understood the words but the letter made no sense. I stared at it, bewildered, and then raised my eyes to the council member, my lips forming a soft shape as a prelude to questioning him. I never got the chance to say the first word; he slapped me in the face - hard. I staggered backwards and fell, the silk robe splaying out around my hips as he shouted “you little hussy, we're going to fuck you so hard you'll beg to be a simple whore for the rest of your life”.

Before I could get up, one of the other men shot forward and jabbed a needle into my thigh. Within moments I felt the sedative flooding through me, and I felt woozy and at the same time, powerfully aroused. I blurred in and out of consciousness with images moving like jagged ice in front of my eyes. It must have been some time later that I came to, started to understand and be able to remember what had happened to me.

It was evening by then, and I was outside. The sweet scents of early bluebells were in the air, and I could hear, carried on the warm wind of late spring, the sound of folk laughing and talking, making their way out for the night, or home, with their families, their friends. How could this be happening? How could I be so close to help, yet no-one would help me? Wouldn't someone come and save me from this terrible thing, the awful night to come? Surely it was some sort of elaborate joke. They wouldn't really hurt me - would they? Yet the side of my face where I'd been hit burnt in answer - I already had been hurt, and the chances were I'd be hurt very much more by the end of the night.

Strangely it didn't terrify me though. I was frightened, but I was also very excited, so the drugs must still be coursing through my system. I took a moment to take stock of my surroundings. I was in a paved area by the clock tower, in between where the main roads met. I was nearby most of the pubs and clubs in the town, and there were already people walking through this arterial route through the city.

I was restrained in an unusual way. Somehow my wrists, waist and ankles had been cuffed to a sort of frame on a large bench, which was attached to various winches and pullies. It didn't take a genius to work out that these could be used to move my body into different positions where certain things would be more…accessible. I still had on my stockings, bra and shoes, but I'd lost my knickers and robe somewhere along the line. I was lying on my front, over the bench, with my hands behind my back. My head lay slightly over the edge, my waist was strapped to the bench, and my knees were parted, with my ankles cuffed so that I couldn't close my legs.

While I'd been noticing these things, more people strolled through the courtyard. An elderly couple, arm in arm, chatting and enjoying the evening air, paused nearby me. The gentleman turned to his wife, indicated me, and said “do you mind, darling? I just need to relieve myself…” His wife smiled and gestured for him to go ahead. He came between my legs, out of my sight, but I could smell his slightly faded grandeur. I heard the sound of his trousers being unbuttoned, and then the noise of him clearing his throat with a cough. He put his fragile old hands on my legs and moved them slightly further apart - the frame took the strain and I couldn't move them back, although it became uncomfortable, verging on painful.

From the side of my vision I saw his wife stopping to pat their small dog, and chat with some friends who had just been out for their own evening walk. I felt her husband's hands touch me between my legs, searching for an entrance. He held himself with one hand, while the other spread the lips of my pussy. Although he was old, he was very hard, and clearly in need. I was dry, and it hurt and burnt as he pushed himself inside me. I cried out, but I may as well have been silent for all the notice the townspeople took of my moans, shouts, whimpers, cries of no, stop, don't, you're hurting me…

He thrust only a few times before quickly coming inside me, and the hot spurt lubricated me a little. He wiped himself off on my thigh with a grunt, zipped himself up, and walked away to join his wife with an 'all done darling, let's get home to feed the dog, it's past his teatime”.

A little later, a group of young lads, in their early teens, wandered through the square. They sat on the steps of the clock tower with some shandy, laughing and all trying to pretend they weren't looking over to where I was tied. After some time, they gave up on this and started egging each other on, all trying to avoid being the one to go first, but all wanting to use me before they went home to Mum and Dad for their dinner. They were clearly virgins, and I wondered why they hadn't made use of the Town Slut before.

One by one, they made their way to me, until all of them had their fill. They were all unsurprisingly small, none of them having reached their full growth yet. They could barely wait until they were inside me before shooting their load, and before long I had streams of come running down my legs, pooling onto the bench beneath me. They laughed and joked as they teased each other with comments about size and stamina, but really they all felt the same once they had their dicks in my pussy. They thrust like rabbits, fast yet shallow, taking their satisfaction quickly, shocked at their own daring. One talked big, saying he was going to come in my mouth, but he couldn't work out how to use the equipment and before long, the temptation to get his cock inside me, warm, soft, and tight, won out.

When they'd all had a turn, they drifted off, bonded by the experience, leaving me exhausted and used, sore, my mind floating…

I don't remember all the men, and yes, the women too, who took their pleasure with me that night. The worst was when the clubs started throwing people out, and a group of cocky young men walked past. They'd been drinking, heavily, and were pulsing with testosterone and adrenaline, looking for a fight and a fuck. One particularly repellent young man, with shaved head, earring, and expression of angry arrogance, was wearing no shirt and had his trousers barely held up in that ridiculous fashion which allows the wearer's pants to be on full view, for better or for worse.

He stopped in front of me. I was the perfect way to prove what a man he was in front of his mates, despite the fact that he hadn't pulled that night. He started yanking the frame around so that I was positioned hovering above the bench, my body suspended, but still face down. He told his blonde friend to lie underneath me, with his back on the bench, and get ready to put his cock inside me. Despite all the cocks I'd been fucked with, I was still tight, and wet, so wet, from all the semen, and my own juices. The blonde man was big and wide, and he rubbed against my clitoris with the head of his dick. He pushed it towards my opening, and shoved the first inch inside. My muscles involuntarily gripped him, and he cried out, and grabbed my hips with both hands, pulling me onto him with one movement. He started to thrust, but the chav guy, the one bossing the others about, he stopped him from thrusting any further with his hand on the guy's shoulder. He beckoned his other friend over, he had his long brown hair in a ponytail, and positioned him standing so he was behind me, between my open legs. The ponytail guy used his hand to scoop up a palmful of other men's come, and rubbed it between my buttocks. Then with one sharp stab, he shoved his thin, long cock inside my arse. I was so full of cock I felt as if I was going to explode, but there was one more place which hadn't been filled.

The chav guy in charge came round to the front, and stood in front of my face. He looked me in the eye and smirked as he took himself out of his pants. He slapped me in the face with his cock and grabbed my chin with one hand, squeezing until my mouth dropped open, and then shoved himself inside me. He started fucking my mouth, and the other two men moved in rhythm with him. He set the pace, alternating between long, deep, slow, to fast and shallow, as he controlled my breathing with his cock. I was terrified, and he responded to the fear which could only be expressed through my eyes, by fucking my mouth as hard and deep as he possibly could, until I thought I'd choke to death.

Just as I started to become faint with the restriction to my airway, his head rolled back and he moaned, desperately, as he filled my throat and mouth up with come, holding my head so close to his body I was sunk deep into his balls, forced closer by the hands holding my hair. He thrust and thrust the last tiny spurts into me and his groans brought the other two men to the edge, and my body was overflowing with hot spunk in every part possible, my hips bruised and battered, my scalp sore, my breasts bleeding and my skin torn.

The man in front of me withdrew, stared at me in disgust, and spat on me. His friends peeled themselves away from my body, laughed, high fived each other, and they all walked away, high spirits restored by giving me what I deserved.

I lay, broken, used, exhausted, as the knowledge dawned on me that I would never be the same again. Then, through my swelling eyes (some of the men had hit me so hard my face was blackened with bruises), I saw a woman, her sweet curves held tight by a black satin corset, was looking at me with the deepest compassion. Her soft hands stroked my face, and she whispered “I'm going to look after you, baby”. Gently, she undid the cuffs holding me down, and rubbed my wrists until the circulation began to return. She kissed my cheek, and despite the night's pain, I felt myself throb in response. “you are mine now, you belong to me”, she said, “and no-one can hurt you unless I permit it. Which I may choose to do. Will you come with me? Will you be my little hussy, to use and abuse?”

“Please, please, yes, take me”, I begged.