Pixie Isobella

I felt Mr Caroll caressing my butt from behind and I knew everything was about to get much, much worse. ‘You had butt sex before, slut?’ he asked again, a wicked sound in his voice. I half-shrieked in response, a wordless cry in response to the feeling of the thick shaft inside my cunt. He slid his hands up my body from my hips up my ribs to my breasts. He grabbed hard around the base of each boob, squeezing suddenly and sharply…

A Girl Called Seagull is now available in full novel format!

When Sarah is caught by the mind-control powers of the wealthy Cornelius Arden, she finds herself turned into a company fucktoy – a gift for the men of his company to enjoy at their leisure. A Girl Called Seagull is a fictional erotic tale of mind control and bimbofication. It contains strong themes of non-consent, mind control, bimbofication, and breeding.

As always, please remember that erotica is not real life. Remember in the real world to treat all genders with respect and practice kink with positive and enthusiastic consent.

A Girl Called Seagull: Chapter 7

[Mind control, non-consent, physical enhancements, enslavement, gangbang, M/f]

‘Answer me, you slut!’ said Mr Caroll, squeezing my breasts viciously.

I just yelped in response, tears starting to stream down my face again at his brutal treatment. I couldn’t answer. He knew I couldn’t. Mr Arden had told me I wasn’t allowed to talk.

‘Stupid slut,’ he snapped, closing cruel hands around my breasts again. ‘Bitches who don’t answer simple questions get punished.’

I moaned helplessly at the unfairness of it all, then I started to hyperventilate as Mr Caroll let go of my breasts and pulled my butt cheeks apart. I felt cold, web lube landing right on my tight rosebud, then he shoved a finger into me without warning. He rubbed his finger in and out of me a few times, then he pushed a second one alongside it. He treated my anus like a chicken for basting, pushing his fingers in each time with more lube, rubbing in and out casually.

I felt violated and it wasn’t even his cock yet.

He’s getting me ready to fuck, I thought numbly. That’s all he cares about.

Before I was ready, he removed his fingers and placed his palms on my butt cheeks, using his thumbs to open me up wide. I gasped in fear as I felt the hard tip of his shaft on my lubricated butt, pushing hard into me.

I didn’t believe he would ever get inside me there — my butt felt tightly closed, not like an entrance to my body at all — but he was like a drill or a large hole punch. He just held me still and pushed, hard, at the point of vulnerability. I didn’t know yet to push out when having butt sex, so I stayed still, crying softly at the feeling of violation.

He got inside me, of course. He felt huge, like a wedge of wood, thick and cruel and unyielding, driving his way into my virgin butthole. He went slowly at first as my tight rosebud was forced slowly, unwillingly open. Sooner than I thought possible, I realised he had his whole head inside me and I felt him pushing deeper.

‘Backhole is tight,’ he grunted. He laughed, pushing himself deeper. ‘I made the girlfriend give me butt sex yesterday too. She didn’t want it either, silly little bitch. She knows better than to say ‘no’ to me though. I went deep and I made it hurt to punish her.’

‘That’s the way,’ said someone I couldn’t see, proving how terrible this group of men was. ‘Teach them a lesson.’

I flushed miserably, trying to keep my breathing under control while Mr Caroll slid himself irrevocably into me. It felt so wrong to be penetrated there and my whole groin, filled from both ends, protested that I was too full, stretched too wide.

‘You in?’ asked Mr White from underneath me. His motions had slowed while Mr Caroll was penetrating me, allowing his colleague an easier target.

‘Yeah, mate,’ said Mr Caroll, with one final shove that made me yelp. ‘I’m in. Do your worst. Make her scream.’

‘You bet,’ grunted Mr White in response.

They both started to fuck me again, their bodies writhing and grinding against me as I was trapped in between them. Mr White beneath me had his hands on my hips and he used the purchase to grind my hips down against his groin, while his hips thrust strongly upwards. Mr Caroll slid his hands back up to my breasts, grabbing them cruelly as if they were handles or reins, using them to pull me back down against him as he ground into me.

I had never felt anything like it before. I thought I was going to split open, as my cunt and my anus were both forced wider open than they ever had been before. The sensitive tissues in my pussy screamed that it was too much, too much, I wasn’t designed for this.

‘Make her orgasm, when we speed up,’ said Mr Caroll between thrusts and beyond me, where I couldn’t see anymore, I heard Mr Arden’s now hated, smug voice.

‘You’ll orgasm thirty thrusts after the men speed up, Sarah. On the dot. You can already feel it building inside you, can’t you? You’re a clockwork orgasm toy, Sarah.’ Mr Arden laughed, a mean laugh. ‘Make it a big orgasm, darling, to thank these men for their use of your holes.’

I could feel the orgasm building now that he had said it. My clit was hot and tingling with need and deep inside me where I knew my clit met my g-spot, a tight knot of heat was building and growing.

I didn’t want to orgasm for them, I wanted the men to stop thrusting into me so that I wouldn’t cum.

Of course, I was never going to get what I wanted.

The men sped up as if working in tandem, each of them starting to thrust viciously harder, faster. I could feel they were each working to their own rhythm, each of them intent on what they wanted, their own needs. I counted the first five or ten thrusts, then I lost count as they both pummelled into me, sometimes alternating, sometimes both driving into me in tandem.

I started to scream somewhere around fifteen thrusts. I couldn’t help it. I thought they would split me open, I felt like I had pistons or battering rams inside me. Beneath me, Mr White’s face was contorted with need, his eyes shut, his mouth open as he single-mindedly worked towards his own orgasm.

From behind me, Mr Caroll was gripping my breasts cruelly, bruising me, treating my butt like it was literally a slot for a piston, pulling himself almost fully out before ramming himself in again, forcing my butt to take him over and over again.

I knew I was about to orgasm before I came, and I tried to stop it — I didn’t want to orgasm on command for these men — but then Mr Caroll thrust himself viciously into me at the same time as Mr White drove himself into me from beneath. I screamed in fear and then, just like that, I was orgasming, my whole clit flashing in white, hot light and my pussy clenching desperately as ecstatic liquid heat ran through me.

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