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The Green Dress
by Kurt (kurtvonbellowtwain@gmail.com)

***

A girl and her band have what she thinks is a so-so 
show. Her band mates disagree. They think it was just 
plain bad. And for her, it's about to get much worse. 
(MMF, nc, rp)

***

For the show she wore a green dress. It was pretty, 
beautiful even, without being formal. A slightly 
shimmering green summer dress with two thin straps over 
her shoulders. It was cut just above the knee. She wore 
it on stage, the rest of the band--a fat male drummer 
and a skinny male bassist--behind her, looking much 
further away relative to her translucence.

There weren't many people there. Mostly friends, and a 
few scattered regulars whose presence indicated nothing 
about their expectations for the music. For those who 
attended, they all shared the same basic opinion: The 
music was so-so, nothing special, but the singer was 
decent looking. She looked about 5'6", thin but not too 
thin, and probably a b-cup, which was easily guessable 
thanks to her not wearing a bra and the nice outline of 
each breast cupped in the dress. 

She must have been in her early thirties, but for a 
braless girl of that age her breasts were holding up 
like a teenager's. For some songs she played a guitar, 
which teasingly propped up her breast almost enough to 
spill it out of the dress, but never quite. She had 
thick brown hair, worn down, past her shoulders.

When their last song came to an end there was some 
polite clapping. She thanked the crowd and 
instinctively gave a half curtsey. She remained on 
stage a minute helping her band mates gather some 
things, and then they went backstage to a small room 
where they had left their jackets and stored their 
things. The room was loud and filled with the sound of 
rock music now blaring in the main room. The bar had 
left a few beers for them back there. The guys already 
had beers in their hands that they'd been drinking on 
stage.

"Well that was shit," said the drummer as he lumbered 
into the back room.

"Yeah, not great," said the bassist.

The singer was standing at a table, checking some 
strings on her guitar. "It was ok," she said. "There 
just weren't that many people."

"Ahh, fuck it," said the drummer, walking by the singer 
and slapping her on the ass. It was a hard slap, just 
on the other side of the line from playful. She decided 
to act as if it had been playful, though it was a 
strange feeling. "Your punishment," he said, jokingly, 
and sadistically. She mustered a fake laugh.

"Yeah, we should be punished when we do badly," the 
bassist joked.

"We sure should," said the drummer. The singer in the 
green dress was not prepared for what happened next. 
"Nothing goes unpunished." The drummer lifted the back 
of her dress with one hand and slapped her ass, right 
on the skin.

"Ow, Rob!"

Rob kept at it. He slapped her three, four, five times 
as her ass cheek became red.

"Stop it! Fuck!" She tried to turn around but Rob's 
left hand was pressed into the small of her back, 
forcing her stomach into the table where she was 
standing and keeping her in place. Rob slapped her ass 
again and it jiggled around the sides of his hand 
pressed into her. He pushed her head down onto the 
table. The bassist was on the other side. She looked to 
him, frightened and unable to speak, for help. Finally 
in her shock she mustered the ability to speak and said 
"Steve!" Steve, the bassist, looked at her, and then to 
Rob, and then back to her. Then he wound up and slapped 
her hard across the face.

"Punishment," he said.

Rob still had her pinned against the table. He lifted 
her dress up again. She had on pink underwear which he 
pushed to the side. He quickly unbuckled his pants and 
let his cock flop out. He rubbed it up and down her 
ass-crack for a minute until he was rock solid. Then, 
keeping the underwear to one side, he started pushing 
his dick into her. She was completely dry. As Rob tried 
pushing into her he was dragging the outside of her 
lips in, while she cried out in bewilderment and pain. 
He spat, a large gob, that landed on the top of his 
cock. "Hold her head," said Rob. Steve held her head to 
the table with his left hand, forcing her head in place 
on its side.

Her view was primarily of her guitar. She didn't want 
to look at it. Her grandfather had given it to her 
years ago, before he'd passed away, and it seemed 
especially wrong to lay her eyes upon it at this time. 
Her instinct to remain alert prevented her from closing 
them, as Rob continued pushing into her while she 
struggled in place.

With the help of his spit Rob slowly inched in, getting 
a little easier with each push. Finally he was about 
half way, and ripped into her with a huge thrust to 
push the rest in. She screamed in pain.

A few moments later when she was able to focus again 
Rob was thrusting in and out of her, and Steve's hard 
cock was aimed at her face. She didn't recall seeing 
him unbuckle. Had she missed a chance to move? In any 
case her head was still pinned to the table and Steve 
was moving his cock towards her face. "Open up," he 
said. Her lips remained shut. "Open up, or the next 
thing you see will be a trick where I turn this guitar 
into a million little pieces."

No sooner had she relaxed her jaw than she found 
herself searching for air as Steve's cock filled her 
mouth. It wasn't like she'd never had a cock in her 
mouth before, but usually she was in control, moving at 
her speed, gently flicking her tongue up and down the 
shaft. 

This time the little control she had was being 
exhausted just trying to breathe and keep from choking. 
Steven's cock was buried in her, pushing back on her 
throat. She used her tongue to create small pathways 
that air could get through, while at the same time she 
had to guide her saliva up and out so it wouldn't fill 
her mouth and gag her. She was slobbering down her chin 
and all over the table.

After a minute of this that felt like an hour, Rob 
flipped her over onto her back. Her legs stayed hanging 
down, which arched her back uncomfortably, preventing 
her ability to kick back. Rob jammed his cock back in 
her. For a brief moment she glimpsed it going in, 
violating her. She used the moment of turning over to 
try catching her breath. 

While taking a deep breath her mouth was filled back up 
with Steve's cock. The surprise and timing of this 
forced her to gag. She swallowed most of it back down 
but a large glob of throat bile spurted around Steve's 
cock and out of her mouth. He didn't give her anything 
to clean her face with and just kept on pushing his 
cock in and out of her.

The green dress was already pushed up over her hips 
while Rob fucked her, but now he pulled down the top as 
well, tearing one of the straps in the process. Her 
tits were out. Their size was as expected, about a b-
cup, but her nipples were much larger and darker than 
Rob would have guessed. Rob's hands were forced 
painfully into her stomach, holding her while he fucked 
her. He removed one of them so that he could slap her 
left tit, and hit the same tit with a backhand.

From somewhere Steve produced a knife. She saw its 
glint in the corner of her eye and panicked. She 
thought they were going to stab her, or at least cut 
her. She was disgusted at herself for feeling a sense 
of relief when Steve used it to cut away her dress, 
right down the center, so that it fell to her sides. 
She was naked now and the dress was destroyed. 

Through her tears, sliding on her glassy eyes as cocks 
pushed her up and down, she could see the slashes of 
green alongside her naked, sweating body. She was not 
turned on in the least, but the stress of the situation 
and her fear within it had her sweating, and now naked 
she felt both hot and cold, shivering occasionally as 
cool air would pass over her body. Rob slapped her in 
the face, she continued crying.

"You ready?" asked Rob.

"Yeah, I think so," said Steve.

"Punishment," they both said at the same time.

She barely heard them, but knew they were speaking. The 
sounds registered in full, the words only in part. 
Steve pushed suddenly harder into her face, she worried 
her jaw would break. It caught her by surprise and she 
gagged, more forcefully this time, so that small bits 
of vomit came out of her mouth. Steve kept thrusting 
and she felt she would choke to death on the liquid 
building in her mouth, which built inside her despite 
the amount flowing out and over her face. She felt the 
addition, Steve was cumming in her mouth, and in this 
she realized her pussy, too, was being filled with 
Rob's seed. 

They both pounded into her, filling her while she tried 
to expel through her mouth. They both pulled out. She 
turned to her side and vomited all over the table, with 
the puddle extending to her guitar. She lay there, 
shocked and helpless, heaving and sobbing. Rob and 
Steve were dressing, making small talk.

"Now don't fuck up again," and they laughed, the words 
floated over her head. They were going to leave the 
room. Rob stopped by her, lifted her head with his 
hand, and spat in her face. He let it drop back down 
onto the table, where its eyes watched him lift the 
guitar from the table. 

She couldn't see what happened, her last vision was of 
the guitar leaving her sight, and she envisioned its 
existence disappearing along with the sound of it being 
smashed once, hard, against the concrete ground. Rob 
and Steve laughed, and left the room, like two buddies 
who'd just toppled some candy out of a vending machine.

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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