Hood Ornament

What follows is a consensual non-consent, objectification gangbang fantasy entitled Hood Ornament. It’s sordid, it’s dirty, it’s perverted… many of you may think it’s downright immoral and wrong. If the following events were ever to happen in real life I’d hate it; I’d be traumatised and it would indeed be wrong. In the realms of fantasy, however, things are very different –as I’m sure many of you would agree once you confess and reflect upon your own darkest fantasies. I invite you to open your mind, to open your legs, and to feel. 

Hood Ornament Gangbang Erotic Fantasy Story

The car ambled along with a moderately gentle purr, a small mercy for which I was exceedingly grateful. I had no idea how long the journey would be; I’d been told nothing before being pounced upon, stripped naked and forced into my current predicament.  

You’ll be thinking I was a passenger inside the car. Oh, if only that were the case. And no, I wasn’t even given the luxury of closeted darkness in the boot. I was on my front, naked, on the car bonnet, securely strapped in place by cruel and imaginative restraints.  

My arms were stretched wide, and the thick leather cuff around each wrist was fastened to separate yet equally unyielding parts inside the closed bonnet.  

Legs spread crudely apart, a similarly secured cuff above each knee removing any hope of closing them. My ankles were also cuffed, each with a thick leather restraint chained to D rings on either side of a leather harness belt circling my waist. This had the effect of keeping my feet –adorned with 6-inch stripper heels, so I guess I wasn’t strictly entirely naked- propped up in the air.  

Two slender but strong leather straps travelled up from the waist harness underneath me, flush against the metal bonnet. Each strap was attached to a merciless rubber nipple clamp that had been tightened until tears streamed down my face, and I’d begged for mercy that never arrived. 

To the main event; my shaven cunt, puffy and slick from the humiliating exposure, the wet glimmer from embarrassment doubtless sparkling in the sunshine. My puckered tight-against-the-air arsehole just above. Both entrances plainly visible, feeling the sun, feeling the wind. My holes taking pride of place as the hood ornament. 

I was on my front, but I wasn’t face-down. Another luxury denied. My head was held in an upright position thanks to the wide padded collar and supports which wouldn’t allow me the mercy of looking away from the terror ahead, nor let me forget the grotesque exposure of my most intimate areas behind.

As the driver and his passengers cruised on to their destination, I was forced to face their amusement and lecherous hunger. Enjoying the view: my body spread naked, each small bounce in the road causing the straps to pull on my already tortured nipples, and each wisp of breeze causing me to realise afresh how fully exposed both my holes were. Plus, the fear in my face and the humiliation haunting my eyes. I’d been pre-warned that for every time they noticed me closing my eyes, trying to hide, they’d make sure I got an especially brutal fucking, rather than considerate. If everything so far was considerate, I certainly didn’t want to experience brutal. 

The car veered and I realised we were turning into somewhere… our destination. Their destination; I was less than a passenger. Just an ornament. It seemed we were at a wide open space -to match my stretched wide-open cunt. My captors parked up in a shady spot; I realised to my shame I was actually grateful for this additional small mercy.

I’d let myself hope that I’d be unhooked from the bonnet restraints, to allow my body some respite, and perhaps even the chance to look away from their taunting smirks and cuttingly crude remarks. It wasn’t to be. They sprang from the car with alarming enthusiasm once the motor was off, and despite my effective blinkering, the increased volume of chat and laughter told me they’d met up with several other attendees. 

There was no chance to process the fact that an unknown number of new people were now undoubtedly enjoying the sight of their hood ornament. Without warning I was gripped by someone – I had no way of knowing who it was – it may have been one of my captors or it could have been a complete stranger. Not that it mattered, they would all take whatever they liked.  

Rough fingers suddenly probing into my pussy and rubbing over my clit made me cry out; the shock of human contact after just the kiss of the air. Seemingly satisfied with what he found he shoved his cock straight into my cunt without further warning. Everything about me loathed this, hated that it was happening. Everything about me, that is, apart from my traitorous pussy which obediently and happily produced lubrication for his urgently penetrating member. The fact I was restrained, unable to do anything but comply, plus the loud urging from the audience meant he blew his hot load deep inside my cunt before too long.  

He was the first of many. If I’d been counting, I’d have lost count; but I didn’t dare, and I wasn’t sure I remembered how to count. Being fucked by one cock -whether you agree or not- is breathtaking enough, but by what felt like several hundred cocks in one afternoon… At first the different sizes caused me to twitch and squirm in my bonds, as they fucked my held-open cunt one after the other. Unceasing fucking from long but slender cocks, shorter fat ones, and painfully large types which made me cry out as I could do nothing but stare straight ahead in terror or squeeze my eyes closed against the tears which fell. My body disagreed, my cunt greedy for yet more no matter how many cocks thrusted inside and filled me with hot cream, and my clit was screaming for more attention than the infrequent rough thrust of a few fingers as a brief prelude to yet another fuck. 

They held my upright calves to keep themselves steady while fucking; the stripper heels buckled on to feet I could no longer feel properly. Each pull on my legs from their pussy juice coated fingers pulling on my waist belt-restraint, which in turn tugged viciously on the nipple clamps beneath me. My piteous cries simply made them pull on my legs harder, as they fucked me violently; I realised I hadn’t been gagged as they wanted to hear me yelp and cry and scream. It just made them laugh louder, fuck me harder and cum inside me even more ferociously. 

Pretty soon they got bored of using my overflowing pussy, either that or everyone had had their turn. They turned their attention to my terrified, tight arsehole. As their cum snaked out of my cunt and slithered down the grille, the first to take my rear pulled my cheeks even wider apart and spat right on my most private entrance, using his spit as lube. He had to pull me down roughly to gain proper access, shoving his meaty cock inside my arse -encouraged by my screams as the clamps once again tore savagely on my raw nipples. 

Once he’d unloaded what I assumed was his second load of the afternoon –I could see no-one, and had no clue who had cum inside me or how many times – inside my arse, the clamours to be next were deafening. Somehow I could still hear my own heartbeat thumping inside my head as I attempted to relax into the rhythm of it, against everything that I am. There was no deceiving my horrified mind from the reality of my humiliated and abused body, despite my cunt’s insistence that it was all what I wanted, needed, deserved.  

The crowd began shouting suggestions as the men came one by one to thrust themselves into my arse, now copiously lubricated inside and out with cum.

Faster. Slowernow hard again. Spank her. Finger her at the same time. She loves it. Pull on her legs. Cum. Cum on! Cum now. Hurry up. We want our turn.  

The arse-fuckings became more savage, and they showed no sign of slowing down or tiring, although the sun had long slipped in the sky beyond our shady spot. The thick, sticky semen coating my anal entrance helped cushion me from friction but the repeated stretching then puckering as they came and left -only for another to take their place- meant it was stinging, badly. The urgent throbbing seemed to sync between my sphincter and deep inside my cunt, pulsing in my clit and burning in both my tortured nipples.  

I was nothing but an aching beacon, a depository for their cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. My cunt battered and bruised, my arse cheeks slapped red raw by countless strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock, the continual pounding and the oozing cum, some of which was forced back inside to lubricate each new fucking. The cum coated each inner thigh despite being spread wide, and I could feel the chill evening air highlighting spatters of it on the backs of my legs and over my buttocks.  

Finally, I was left like that. I didn’t for one moment allow myself to believe they were satisfied, this was probably simply a break to recuperate their energy. The pleasure doll hood ornament was discarded for a soundtrack of satisfied laughter, beers and a BBQ; mingling with the unmistakable scent of fresh cum. 

 

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