the party gets wild

[Irenova]

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Nancy stood in her small dorm room, her heart pounding with anticipation of the party. The sorority party promised to be wild and unforgettable—exactly what she needed to shake off the stresses of everyday life. She wanted to stand out tonight, to feel sexy and confident. With a deep breath, she began her preparation.

First, she undressed. Slowly, she pulled her old T-shirt over her head and let it fall carelessly to the floor. Her bra followed, which she undid with a nimble movement, and her breasts bounced free. She unhooked her skirt and let it slide to her feet, stepped out of it, and finally pushed down her simple panties. She stood there naked, the cool air of the room prickling her skin. It felt liberating, as if she were shedding the worries of the day with each piece of clothing.

Next, she turned to the vanity. She sat on the stool, took a cotton pad, and began wiping off her everyday makeup. With gentle pressure, she removed the eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick that had smudged throughout the day. Her face in the mirror became clearer, more natural—her freckles stood out, and she smiled at her reflection. Finished removing her makeup, she stood up and went into the bathroom. The shower was already waiting, the water rushing invitingly. She turned on the tap, and the warm stream enveloped her like a gentle hug. Nancy soaped herself, letting the soap glide over her curves, washing her long hair and enjoying the heat relaxing her muscles. For minutes, she simply stood there, letting the water trickle over her, until her skin smelled rosy and fresh with vanilla shower gel. Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off and wrapped a towel around her body. Back in the room, she sat in front of the mirror again. Now came the exciting part: the party makeup. She started with a light foundation that made her skin appear flawlessly smooth. Then came the eyes—a smokey eye in deep gray and black that made her green eyes pop. She applied thick coats of mascara, curled her lashes into dramatic curls. Her lips were a bright red to match her outfit idea, and she dabbed some highlighter on her cheekbones for that glowing effect. Done. Nancy leaned back and checked herself in the mirror. Wow. She looked like a femme fatale—confident, a little dangerous, absolutely stunning. Her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement; yes, that's how she was going to turn heads tonight.


Now for the clothes. She opened her closet and rummaged through the piles. First, the underwear drawer: She reached for her black G-string, which was barely more than a wisp of fabric—perfect for feeling forbiddenly sexy. She slipped it on, feeling the material cling tightly to her skin. Then the push-up bra, black and with extra padding, which lifted and emphasized her breasts as if they were made for the stage. She hooked it, adjusted the straps, and smiled contentedly. The red dress—her favorite—was already hanging: a tight, figure-hugging minidress in bright scarlet, with a plunging neckline and a thigh slit that revealed a hint of leg with every step. She slipped it on, zipped it up, and twirled in front of the mirror. It clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve. Lastly, the shoes: her black stilettos with the 10 cm heel, shiny and deadly. She stepped into them, balanced for a moment, then strutted tentatively across the room. Perfect. Nancy was ready—the party was waiting, and she would be the star of the evening.

Nancy stood in her room, her stilettos clacking lightly on the wooden floor as she took one last look in the mirror. She smoothed her red dress, adjusted a blonde curl, and felt her pulse racing with excitement. Taylor should be here any moment. She reached for her small clutch, double-checked her lipstick—perfect—and waited. The phone vibrated on the vanity. Taylor's name lit up on the screen. "Hey, I'm down," his voice said, deep and impatient, through the speaker.

"I'll be right down," Nancy replied, her voice soft but with a hint of teasing delay. She hung up, smiled at herself in the mirror, and deliberately kept him fidgeting. Ten minutes, she thought, just enough to drive him a little crazy. She strolled to the window, peered out at the street where Taylor's black BMW was parked, its headlights glowing in the darkness. Slowly, she picked up her clutch, took one last look at her outfit, and headed downstairs. Each step on the high heels was deliberate, the sway of her hips emphasizing the tight dress that hugged her curves with every movement.

As she opened the front door and walked toward Taylor, she put on her most seductive smile. She felt his gaze before she even looked at him—his eyes roaming her body, from the dress's plunging neckline to the long legs that ended in the stilettos. Nancy turned slightly, letting the dress sway as she walked, and then stepped into the car with one elegant move. "Wow," Taylor murmured, his voice ragged with admiration, "you look... damn hot." Nancy leaned back, crossed her legs so the slit in the dress showed a bit more skin, and grinned. "Thanks. I thought I'd wear something special." She knew she had him right where she wanted him.

The drive to the party took them out of the city, the lights of the high-rise buildings giving way to dark streets. The warehouse was isolated on the outskirts, a massive concrete building with a gravel lot in front of it, where dozens of cars were already parked. Behind it stretched a meadow that led to a narrow stream, and beyond that, a dense forest rose, framing the scene like a black curtain. The music boomed from afar, a thumping bass that cut through the night without complaint—out here, there was no one to disturb.

Taylor parked, and they got out. Nancy linked arms with him, her heels crunching on the gravel as they walked toward the venue. The entrance was illuminated by colorful lights, and as they entered, the heat of the crowd hit them. The venue was a bustling sea of people, neon lights flickering across the walls, and the smell of beer and perfume hung in the air. They were immediately surrounded by friends. "Nancy! Taylor! You're here!" shouted a guy with messy hair, as a group of girls pulled Nancy into an exuberant hug. "You look incredible!" one exclaimed, and Nancy smiled sweetly, even as she mentally scanned the competition.

As she moved through the crowd, a cold drink in hand, Nancy let her gaze wander over the other girls. There was Lisa, in a tight black top and jeans—nice, but boring, thought Nancy. She really could have done more with her look. Then her eyes fell on Mia, dancing in a pink glittery dress. Oh, please, she dares to party like that? She suppressed a giggle. Her gaze moved on to Sophie, who was catching the boys' eyes in a low-cut top. Well, she's no match for me, thought Nancy, as she raised her glass and took a sip, deliberately positioning herself so the light highlighted her cleavage. She knew everyone's eyes were on her—and that was exactly what she wanted.

Taylor stood beside her, his hand resting possessively on her hip, and she felt him repeatedly checking her out. The music changed to a faster beat, and the crowd began to roar. Nancy felt like the Queen of the Night; every step, every laugh, every look was perfectly orchestrated. This was her stage, and she would use it.


The party in the warehouse was now in full swing. The bass vibrated through the floor, the crowd danced wildly under the flickering neon lights, and the alcohol flowed freely. Nancy felt the drinks she'd downed in the last hour loosening her inhibitions. Her body felt light, her movements became bolder, and a tingling sense of freedom flooded through her. She danced among the crowd, the red dress clinging to her curves, and she enjoyed the stares she received from all sides.

Then her eyes fell on him—a guy leaning casually against the wall, a beer in his hand. He had dark, messy hair, a strong jawline, and a crooked smile that seemed somehow dangerously sexy. Their eyes met, and a spark ignited. Without hesitation, Nancy pushed her way through the crowd toward him. "Hey," she said, her voice soft but with a seductive edge. He grinned, introduced himself as Finn, and they began to talk—or rather, flirt. The words quickly became irrelevant as Nancy leaned closer, her hand brushing his arm, and before she knew it, they were kissing. His lips were demanding, his hands sliding over her hips, and Nancy lost herself in the moment, the heat of the kiss mingling with the rush of the alcohol.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Taylor standing a few feet away, a glass in his hand, his eyes narrowed. His jaw muscles tensed when he saw her and Finn. Jealousy flashed in his gaze, and he pushed through the crowd, his posture tense. "What the hell, Nancy?" he growled when he reached them, his voice loud enough to boom over the music. Finn pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow, but Nancy only half-turned to Taylor, a provocative smile on her lips. She wanted to tease him, to see how far she could go. "Relax, Taylor," she said with a mocking tone, "it's just a party."

But she didn't stop. Instead, she stepped even closer to Finn, her hand sliding slowly over his chest and then, with a bold glance at Taylor, lower – until it rested in his crotch. Finn's eyes widened briefly, but he grinned, while Taylor's face flushed red. "What are you doing?" Taylor hissed, his fists clenched. Nancy just shrugged, her grin widening, more challenging. She felt the tension in the air, the curious glances of those around her. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to push Taylor to his limits. In one fluid motion, she took Finn's hand, brought it to her chest, and pressed it firmly against the fabric of her dress, emphasizing her full breasts. "Well, Taylor, do you like this?" she asked, her voice dripping with mockery.

It was too much. Taylor exploded. "You damn...!" he roared, lunging at Finn and grabbing his collar. Finn didn't take long to push Taylor back, and within seconds, a commotion erupted. Fists flew, the crowd backed away, some cheering, others screaming. Nancy took a step back, her heart pounding, but part of her relished the chaos she had unleashed. Taylor landed a blow to Finn's shoulder, but Finn countered with a hard thrust to Taylor's chest, sending him staggering. The music continued to blare, but the attention was now on the duel taking place in the center of the hall. Nancy bit her lip, her eyes sparkling—she was in control, and it felt intoxicating.


Nancy had long since blocked out the commotion between Taylor and Finn; the cheers of the crowd and the flying fists were of no concern to her. Her gaze wandered through the overheated warehouse, over the dancing bodies and the flickering neon lights, until it settled on a figure. A girl she'd never seen before stood a little way off, a glass in her hand, radiating a strange mixture of innocence and attraction. Her white dress clung tightly to her body, accentuating her full breasts that almost burst the fabric. Nancy felt a pang of jealousy. Why did this little girl look so damn good? Her curves, her butt, everything seemed tighter, more flawless than on her—and she didn't even wear a push-up bra, just a simple one that emphasized her natural shape.

Nancy strolled toward her, her red dress swaying with every step, her heels clacking on the concrete floor. She smiled, charming but with a hint of calculation. "Hey, I'm Nancy," she said, her voice soft and inviting. The girl looked up, her wide eyes blinking in surprise before she smiled shyly. "Hi, I'm Hanna," she answered, her voice quiet, almost hesitant. She nodded toward the crowd where Taylor and Finn were still staring at each other. "What's going on with those two guys over there?"

Nancy shrugged, a mocking grin playing on her lips. "I don't know, they're always like that. Guys like Taylor are always making such a fuss." She stepped closer, her eyes slid appraisingly over Hanna's figure before she continued. "You know, guys are just too... simple-minded sometimes." Hanna laughed nervously, her fingers tightening around the glass. Nancy seized the moment, waved a champagne bottle at a passing guy, and grabbed two fresh glasses. "Come on, let's have a drink," she said, pouring the sparkling wine and holding out a glass to Hanna.

"I... I can't handle that much," Hanna murmured, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looked at the glass. Nancy raised an eyebrow, her smile widening, almost challenging. "Oh, come on, just one glass. It'll loosen you up." She clinked her glass gently against Hanna's, making a soft clink, and Hanna gave in, taking a small sip. Nancy watched her, satisfied, as the little girl drank hesitantly. Her plan was clear: she had to make Hanna compliant, loosen her up with alcohol before she drew her further into her game.

"Let's go outside, get some fresh air," Nancy suggested, her voice inviting. She placed a hand lightly on Hanna's arm, a gesture that seemed friendly but was full of intention. Hanna hesitated, her eyes flickering uncertainly, but she nodded slowly. On the way out, past the roaring crowd and the thumping bass, Nancy stopped at a table, refilled Hanna's glass, and pressed it into her hand. "Here, another drink," she said, her voice sweet but firm. "You want to have fun, don't you?" Hanna took another sip, her movements softening, her eyes glazed over. Nancy grabbed a half-full bottle of champagne from the table, her fingers tightening around the neck of the bottle. Her plan was clear: she would get the girl drunk, bring her under her control.


The cool night air hit them as they left the hall. The gravel crunched beneath their heels as they headed toward the meadow behind the hall, where the noise of the party was a muffled echo. Nancy grinned inwardly, her hand still resting on Hanna's arm, guiding her like a puppet. The bottle in her other hand glinted in the dim light, ready for the next step in their game.

Hanna sat on the grass, her fingers gripping the champagne glass as the cool night air caressed her skin. She took a deep sip, her cheeks slightly glowing from the alcohol, and looked up at Nancy, who was regarding her with a smile that was both inviting and dangerous. "I'm here with my brother," Hanna said, her voice a little uncertain but friendly. "It's my first party here. I don't go to these kinds of events... well, not often."

Nancy's smile widened, her eyes sparkling. The perfect victim, she thought, observing Hanna's naive openness. Her hand gently rested on Hanna's arm, a casual but deliberate touch. "Oh, really? Who's your brother? Do I know him?" She refilled Hanna's glass, the champagne fizzing softly, and leaned closer, her voice soft but with a hint of calculation.

Hanna drank again, deeper this time, her eyes flickering slightly as the alcohol further loosened her. "My brother is Aron, from the chemistry department. A medium-sized blond guy." She smiled shyly, unsure if she was giving too much away. Nancy nodded, though the name meant nothing to her. Aron? Probably some run-of-the-mill guy, she thought, definitely not good enough to deserve her attention. "Oh, yeah, I know him," she lied smoothly, her lips curling into a charming grin. "Nice, really nice."

Her hand slowly moved from Hanna's arm to her shoulder, her fingers gently brushing the soft skin. Carefully, almost playfully, Nancy pushed the strap of Hanna's white dress down. The dress slipped a bit, revealing a pale shoulder, and before Hanna could react, Nancy leaned forward. Her lips found Hanna's mouth in an unexpected, demanding kiss. Hanna froze, her eyes wide, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't know what to do, her hands trembling slightly around the glass as Nancy's kiss took her by surprise.

Nancy pulled back briefly, only to open the dress further. With a deft movement, she pulled the fabric from Hanna's other shoulder, causing the dress to slide down and pool in her lap. Hanna's upper body was now partially exposed, only the simple bra covering her full breasts. "Hanna, your breasts are beautiful," Nancy murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "Come on, let me take off your bra." Before Hanna could protest or react, Nancy had undone the clasp. The bra slid off, and with a playful gesture, she tossed it toward the stream, where it landed in the grass.

Nancy leaned forward again, kissing Hanna again, this time more slowly, her lips soft but assertive. Her hands glided over Hanna's now bare breasts, caressing the soft, warm skin, her fingers tracing gentle circles that elicited a soft gasp from Hanna. Hanna was paralyzed, torn between shock and the confusing heat coursing through her body. The alcohol made her dizzy, and Nancy's touch, so confident and demanding, prevented her from thinking clearly. Nancy sensed Hanna's insecurity, and that was precisely what spurred her on—the control, the power to captivate this innocent girl. She smiled against Hanna's lips, her hands lingering a moment longer, while the night remained silent and dark around them..

Nancy gently but firmly pushed Hanna down onto the grass, her hands grasping the white dress still clinging to her hips. With one fluid movement, she pulled it off, while Hanna, caught up in the intoxication of the alcohol and the situation, lifted her pelvis slightly, as if unconsciously playing along. The dress slid down her legs, and Nancy tossed it with a flourish toward the stream. It landed in the grass, just a few meters away. Nancy cursed inwardly. Damn, too far away, she thought. Her plan had been to throw Hanna's dress into the water to make her even more desperate, even more dependent, later when she had to search for her things, soaked. But she didn't let it show; her smile remained seductive, her eyes sparkling with control.

Nancy leaned over Hanna, her lips finding the young woman's soft, full breasts. She tenderly kissed the sensitive skin, her tongue gently playing around a nipple that hardened beneath her touch. Hanna gasped softly, her body trembling, torn between shock and a confusing warmth spreading through her. Nancy continued kissing her, moving from Hanna's mouth to her neck, then back to her breasts, her lips leaving a trail of warm, wet marks. Slowly, she slid lower, her tongue dancing over Hanna's stomach, toying with her belly button for a moment before moving even further. Hanna froze as Nancy's tongue slid over her mons pubis, an intimate, demanding touch that took her completely by surprise. Nancy paused, just for a moment, then pulled Hanna's panties down, balled up the thin fabric, and threw them, too, toward the stream. Again, they landed in the grass, not far enough to disappear into the water, and Nancy bit her lip briefly, annoyed at the distance. But she didn't let herself be distracted. She spread Hanna's legs with a gentle but determined movement, her fingers caressing the insides of her thighs before her tongue was active again. Tenderly, but with a hint of greed, she licked Hanna's most sensitive spot, her movements slow, almost loving, but full of intention. Hanna lay frozen, her hands clutching the grass, her breath coming in gasps. The alcohol made her head heavy, and Nancy's touch, so intense and confident, overwhelmed her. She didn't know whether to flee or surrender; her body reacted involuntarily while her mind lagged behind. Nancy, on the other hand, savored every second, the power she had over Hanna, the game she was playing. Her tongue continued to move, exploring Hanna's body with a mixture of tenderness and dominance, while the night remained silent around them, broken only by the distant throb of music from the hall.

Nancy slowly pulled back, her lips glistening as she sat up and studied Hanna. The young woman trembled, her eyes wide with uncertainty, but a rosy glow lay on her cheeks. Nancy smiled, a seductive, almost predatory smile. "Now it's your turn, Hanna," she said, her voice soft but with an undertone that brooked no argument. "That's how it works around here. Everyone gives, everyone takes. You don't just want to take, do you?"

"I... I've never done this before," Hanna stammered, her voice barely audible. She lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning with shame. Nancy leaned closer, her fingers gently stroking Hanna's arm, a deceptively gentle gesture. "It doesn't matter," she murmured, her words sweet as honey. "It's very simple. You just have to dare, surrender. I'll show you how it's done, and you'll see, it feels good." She placed a hand on the back of Hanna's head, her fingers playing with her soft hair. "Trust me. You want to be part of it, don't you?"

Hanna swallowed, her eyes flickering, but the alcohol and Nancy's demanding gaze made her nod, almost against her will. Nancy leaned back, her movements slow, almost theatrical. She hooked her fingers into her black G-string, pulled it agonizingly slowly down over her hips, and let it fall to the grass. She pushed the red dress up with a smooth movement until it clung to her hips like a scarlet frame. Her skin shimmered in the dim light, the curves of her body accentuated by the provocative stance as she spread her legs. She presented herself with a self-confidence that intimidated Hanna even more, but also aroused a strange fascination in her.

"Come here," Nancy whispered, her voice enticing, almost hypnotic. She reached for Hanna's hand, gently drawing her closer. Hanna hesitated, her breathing quickening, but she leaned forward, her head hesitantly lowering between Nancy's legs. Her lips touched the warm, soft skin, and she began to lick—uncertainly, with small, tentative movements that betrayed her inexperience. Her tongue moved tentatively, almost shyly, and Nancy sensed immediately that Hanna had no idea what she was doing. A soft laugh escaped her, her fingers tangled in Hanna's hair. She was the first, Nancy thought, the first to bring Hanna this far. The thought sent a wave of excitement through her.

Nancy gently but firmly pressed Hanna's head closer to her vagina, controlling her movements to get exactly what she wanted. Hanna's tongue was clumsy, her touch cautious, almost fearful, but that only made it all the more intoxicating for Nancy. She savored the innocence she corrupted, the power she had over this girl. Hanna's breath ragged against her skin, her hands trembling on Nancy's thighs as she tried to live up to expectations.

As Hanna's tongue continued to glide uncertainly over her skin, Nancy reached into her clutch, which lay in the grass beside her. Her fingers found her phone, and she pulled it out, her movements calm and controlled. She quickly typed a message to Taylor: "I'm sorry, but I have something to make it up to you. Come out to the grass behind the hall with some friends, and you'll see what I have for you and your buddies." She pressed "send," a wide, almost malicious grin spreading across her face. The intrigue she was creating, the absolute control she had over the situation, filled her with elation. Hanna, still between her legs, had no idea what was to come. Nancy leaned back, her fingers still playing in Hanna's hair, enjoying the clumsy licking and anticipating the moment when Taylor and his friends would enter the scene.

Nancy leaned back into the cool grass, her fingers still tangled in Hanna’s hair, guiding the girl’s hesitant, clumsy movements. Hanna’s tongue moved uncertainly, her breath hot and uneven against Nancy’s skin, betraying her inexperience. The thrill of corrupting this naive girl, of holding her in the palm of her hand, sent a shiver of pleasure through Nancy. Hanna’s trembling hands clung to her thighs, her fingers digging in slightly as she tried to keep up with Nancy’s silent demands. The distant thump of the party’s bass pulsed through the night, but out here on the secluded meadow, it was just the two of them—or so Hanna thought.

Nancy’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she glanced at her phone, the screen still glowing from the message she’d sent to Taylor. Her heart raced with anticipation, the rush of her carefully spun intrigue making her feel invincible. She tightened her grip on Hanna’s hair, savoring the girl’s innocence and the power she wielded over her. Any moment now, Taylor and his friends would arrive, and the real show would begin.

The crunch of footsteps on the gravel lot snapped Nancy’s attention upward. Four figures emerged from the shadows, their silhouettes outlined against the faint neon glow spilling from the warehouse. Taylor led the group, his broad shoulders slumped slightly, his left eye swollen and red from the earlier brawl. Finn trailed close behind, blood crusted around his nose and smeared across his lips, his shirt torn at the collar. Two others followed—Jake, a wiry guy with a crooked smirk, and Liam, taller and heavier, his eyes already glinting with predatory interest as he scanned the scene.
Taylor stopped a few feet away, his gaze locking onto Hanna’s exposed body—her white dress and bra discarded in the grass, her breasts bare and vulnerable in the dim light. “Wow,” he said, his voice low and rough, a laugh breaking through as he wiped a hand across his bruised jaw. “What great tits we’re seeing here, Nancy. You really weren’t lying.” His eyes roamed over Hanna, lingering with a hunger that made Nancy’s grin widen.

Hanna froze, her lips still pressed against Nancy’s skin. She pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with confusion, her breath catching in her throat. “What… what’s going on?” she whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced between Nancy and the approaching men. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her chest, but Nancy grabbed her wrists, pinning them gently but firmly to her sides.
“Relax, Hanna,” Nancy purred, her tone deceptively soothing. “Just go with it. You’re doing great.” Her words dripped with false reassurance, and Hanna’s body stiffened, her mind struggling to process the situation through the fog of alcohol and shock.

Taylor stepped closer, his boots crunching on the grass. “She’s new, huh?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement as he crouched down, his face level with Hanna’s. She shrank back, her heart pounding, but Nancy’s grip on her wrists kept her in place. Finn, still wiping blood from his lip, let out a low chuckle. “Looks like she’s never been to a party like this,” he said, his voice nasal from his swollen nose.
Jake and Liam circled closer, their eyes fixed on Hanna’s trembling form. “She’s cute,” Jake muttered, his smirk growing as he nudged Liam. “Real cute.” Liam nodded, his gaze unblinking, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Hanna’s breath hitched, her body trembling as the reality of the situation began to sink in. She looked to Nancy, searching for an explanation, but Nancy only smiled, her eyes cold and calculating. Before Hanna could speak, Taylor grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “We’re just gonna have some fun.”
Without warning, Taylor pulled her forward, his hands rough as he pushed her onto her back in the grass. Hanna gasped, her body too overwhelmed to resist as he climbed over her, his weight pinning her down. His hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her wince, her skin prickling with pain and fear. She tried to push him away, but her arms felt weak, her movements sluggish from the alcohol. Taylor’s fingers dug into her hips as he tore her slip off, the fabric ripping with a sharp sound. Hanna’s mind screamed for her to fight, but her body wouldn’t obey, frozen in a haze of shock.
Taylor didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself between her legs, his movements quick and brutal. Hanna cried out as he entered her, the pain sharp and searing, like a blade cutting through her. Her body arched involuntarily, her hands clawing at the grass as she tried to anchor herself against the assault. Taylor grunted, his thrusts relentless, his hands gripping her thighs so tightly they left red marks. Hanna’s breath came in ragged sobs, her mind reeling as she realized what was happening. She tried to push against his chest, her hands weak and trembling, but he only laughed, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” he growled, his words dripping with cruelty.

Hanna’s body betrayed her, a wave of unwanted sensation building despite the pain. Her muscles clenched, and a shudder ran through her as she came, her body convulsing under Taylor’s weight. The release was not pleasure but a raw, involuntary reaction, leaving her feeling violated and ashamed. Tears streamed down her face as she gasped, “No, please… stop…” Her voice was barely audible, drowned out by Taylor’s heavy breathing and the low chuckles of the others watching.

Taylor pulled away, his grin triumphant as he stood up, wiping sweat from his brow. “Your turn, Finn,” he said, stepping back. Hanna scrambled to sit up, her hands fumbling to cover herself, but Finn was already there, his blood-streaked face looming over her. “Please, no,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she tried to crawl backward. Finn grabbed her ankles, yanking her back down with a force that made her cry out. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he muttered, his voice cold as he positioned himself over her.

The second assault was no less brutal. Finn’s movements were rough, his hands gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head. Hanna screamed, her voice raw and desperate, echoing across the quiet meadow. The pain was overwhelming, a burning ache that tore through her with each thrust. She thrashed beneath him, her legs kicking weakly, but Finn’s weight held her down, his bloodied lip curling into a sneer. Her screams turned to sobs as her body shuddered again, another unwanted climax ripping through her, her muscles tightening against her will. Cum glistened on her thighs, mixing with the grass and dirt beneath her, a humiliating reminder of her powerlessness.

By the time Finn stepped back, Hanna was crying openly, her body shaking with sobs. Her chest heaved, her breasts marked with red fingerprints from rough hands. “Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse, “no more… I can’t…” But Jake was already moving in, his crooked smirk unchanged as he knelt beside her. “You’re not done yet,” he said, his tone almost casual as he pushed her back down. Hanna’s screams had faded to whimpers, her strength sapped as Jake took his turn. The pain was relentless, a deep, throbbing agony that consumed her. She tried to focus on the stars above, anything to escape the reality of what was happening, but her body betrayed her again, another shuddering climax leaving her gasping and broken. Her tears soaked the grass, her voice reduced to a choked sob.
Liam was the last. He towered over her, his hands slower but no less cruel as he gripped her hips, pulling her toward him. Hanna’s pleas were barely coherent, a broken litany of “Please, stop… please…” Her body felt numb, her mind a haze of despair as Liam’s assault began. The pain was duller now, her senses overwhelmed, but the emotional weight crushed her. She didn’t scream anymore; she only begged, her voice a faint, desperate whisper. When her body shuddered one final time, it was a weak, defeated response, her cum mingling with the dirt and her tears. She lay limp, her eyes vacant, her spirit shattered as Liam finally pulled away.

Nancy watched the entire scene, her grin never fading. She sat a few feet away, her dress still hiked up, her posture relaxed as if she were watching a performance she’d orchestrated. The power she held—over Hanna, over the men, over the entire night—filled her with a dark satisfaction. Hanna’s broken sobs were like music to her, a testament to her control. The men stepped back, laughing and muttering among themselves, while Hanna curled into herself, her body trembling in the grass, her innocence irrevocably stolen.

[SoftGameHunter]

Hi Irenova,

This story looks good, but I was forced to make some moderator changes. Not to the story itself, but to the boilerplate. All stories must contain the disclaimer that I added at the top of the first post. I've gone ahead and just added it for you. If you want to read about this, it is covered under Rule 2.b.iii in the rules posting. Additionally, a tag for consensual or non consensual must be included. I'm about to go to work, so I couldn't read in detail, but this looks like non-con, so I added that tag. For future postings, please remember to include these. Thanks.

[SoftGameHunter]

That's quite nice. We need more lesbian rapist chicks here. Extra kudos for making it a team effort among the sexes.

[Blue]

@Irenova
What a beast! This Nancy first gets the men to fight over her, then kidnaps and seduces Hanna, and finally the men are allowed to get close to Hanna and rape her.
The story isn't long, but it contains everything a good story should have.

[Irenova]

Thank you both for your review. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.

One more question: is everything understandable, or are there any drama or language problems? I'm not very fluent in English.

[Blue]

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One more question: is everything understandable, or are there any drama or language problems? I'm not very fluent in English.

No problem for me. Since I don't speak perfect English too, I translated your story into German using Google Translate, and everything read well.
However, you are welcome to publish your stories in German if that's easier for you. There are plenty of readers here who also understand German or have German stories translated into English using a translation program.

[Irenova]

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One more question: is everything understandable, or are there any drama or language problems? I'm not very fluent in English.

No problem for me. Since I don't speak perfect English too, I translated your story into German using Google Translate, and everything read well.
However, you are welcome to publish your stories in German if that's easier for you. There are plenty of readers here who also understand German or have German stories translated into English using a translation program.

I usually do that. But nobody reacts. I have no idea whether it's well-received or not. Whether anyone wants it to continue or not. The German-language section is used too rarely for my liking. A story in English, and you already have two people writing about it. German stories go on for three months without anyone saying anything about them.

[SoftGameHunter]

In terms of written language, the only problems I saw were some missed paragraph line breaks. It's possible there were a few errors I missed or forgot, but that's true for any story. I think your written English is great.

[Shocker]

An excellent story, I loved how you changed the scene from a somewhat romantic setting, to the brutal assault.

[Irenova]

An excellent story, I loved how you changed the scene from a somewhat romantic setting, to the brutal assault.

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it