Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 3.2

But as I kept watching, something slowly started to change, their once clinical actions started to become more intense, emotionally driven as they were getting closer and closer to cumming. The expressions on their faces started to change from the sunny, happy smiles they started with, to looks of lust with a hint of almost, anger. Out of nowhere, the once kind boy I first met was now grabbing my head and furiously thrusting his cock in and out while the other slapped my ass then grabbed my hips tightly following the same pace.

As I once again regained the perspective from inside my own head, I could feel their intensity as they were fucking me in both ends, the tightness of their grips, the desperation in each thrust and the throbbing of their hard cocks pistoning in and out of me until they both exploded inside of me gushing with pent up emotions.

“Slut,” a woman said passing by.

As the cum leaked out of the corner of my mouth and my pussy, it was like the whole world around us began changing as they did. The cum was suddenly the blood in the water that everyone could smell and now the sharks were hungry.

When they pulled out and I was finally able to look around now, I was surrounded by a crowd of both men and women, all with mixed expressions on their faces of either lust, shock, curiosity or sheer disgust. I stood up the best I could and began walking down the street again, but unlike before, everyone noticed my state of undress and worse, the cum still dribbling down my chin and dripping from between my legs onto the sidewalk.

Each person passed by with the reactions I first expected when this whole thing had started. Men checking me out, catching glimpses, some women too, but mostly the rest just looking at me as if I were crazy or just a slut looking for her next fuck. I was getting shyer and more embarrassed. The once walk that made me feel so confident and free, was now making me want to hide in an alley in a fetal position.

The once almost empty streets, now getting busier and busier, the sidewalks filling to the point where I was weaving through crowds of people to keep walking. Each bump, graze of a hand was accidental, until the first that made it obvious that it was on purpose. It came from behind and was a firm grip on my right ass cheek, but just as quickly as it started, the hand was gone. Then another on my left, a man passing by groped my breast. The gropes escalating as I walked, a tweak of a nipple, a finger sliding up my pussy lips, a hand through my hair, until finally fingers were being shoved inside of me a second at a time, slipping into me and pulling out as the person passed by or walked behind me until I could take it anymore and slipped into an alley off out of the sea of people.

My legs felt as if they were trembling, barely able to keep me up as I laid back onto the grimy alley wall. People were stopping and noticing me and now I felt panicked at what they were thinking and with all my strength made my way further down the alley hoping to hide from the crowds. A few quick turns, right, left, straight down, squeezing through a tiny space between two buildings until I was finally able to hide behind a dumpster, I felt I was finally safe.

That’s when I felt it, squishy, yet firm, slimy but rough, a snakelike thing on my leg and immediately freaked out thinking it was a snake, but when I saw it, it didn’t have any eyes, it was more like…a tentacle? It was thick and strong as it wrapped itself around my left leg and as I tried to free myself, I didn’t see the one coming up behind me as it quickly wrapped itself around my neck. Its grip lightly choking me so that I could barely still breathe. My hands instinctively went up to try to pull it from my neck and that’s when another tentacle grabbed my right ankle and pulled me up into the air. As I dangled getting used to being upside-down, my arms were the last to get restrained and with a loud thump, I was up against the brick wall of the building.

A fog billowed from under the dumpster, bright, sharp, blood red eyes opened from the darkness from underneath it and I could almost feel like it was evilly smiling at me.

“Minden lyukat ki fogok szarni, kis ribanc,” it spoke, but had no idea what it said.

The tentacles began moving up my arms and legs, completely wrapping themselves around my limbs rather than just at the wrists and ankles where they were before. I may have had a chance to break free before, but now that was a pipe dream. My arms were pulled up over my head, my legs into a split as I was in midair doing my best portrayal of an upside-down T. I never knew I could be this flexible and could feel the strain on my hips and shoulders. Smaller tentacles appeared from out of the darkness and gently roamed over my skin as if they were scanning every inch of my body. Through my hair, over my face, my neck, even my back and legs down to my toes. It almost felt, pleasant, until I felt an odd sensation that two hairlike tentacles stroking my earlobes began entering my ears so deep that I thought they would come out the other side.

“Kis bianc, can you hear me now?”

The voice didn’t come from under the dumpster, but more from inside my own head. He was speaking to me now, connected to my mind.