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==> Be Jane.
The room, or perhaps the hall, is large, with a high ceiling. You are not sure how high; your head rests on a low table next to Dirks’, and you cannot really judge from your current unfamiliar height. Karkat just went over the rules for this little party, and now music is pumping through the hall, a collection of beats and samples without vocals that you would hesitantly describe as “Deejay music”. The air is a little chilly, but then, your body is naked, and it is sure to warm up soon.
A little way away from you, your body squirms. Both your vagina and your anus have been slicked with lube in preparation, and the sensation of it is quite novel. You always relied on your natural fluids with Jake or Gamzee, and the sensation of bottled lube is not the same as troll slick.
Some of the crowd look at you hungrily, but others are paying attention to their fellow rebels, and at least one man is nodding along to the music, in a way that would be mundane if he were not naked. Many of the crowd are naked, though some are wearing fetish gear with various degrees of coverage. A lot more of them than you expected are trolls, but as you and Dirk requested, all of them are men.
A big oliveblood approaches to your left, but rather than stopping at the table with your heads he steps past, into your peripheral vision, and comes back into view a few moments later holding a leash leading to Dirk’s body. Dirk stumbles around, disoriented by the lack of continuity between what his eyes see and what his body is telling him is happening to it. You can sympathize, but you roll your eyes anyway when you see Dirk’s body.
Rather than the dog collar you expected around his severed neck, he is wearing a full dog harness made of black leather, and his hands are bound behind him in a latex sheath.
You make eye contact with Dirk—he is in his pointy shades, but you know his face well enough to manage it—and raise an eyebrow.
JANE: I see you got dressed up for this occasion.
Dirk’s bound shoulders shrug. You have to fight not to smile.
DIRK: They make my pecs look good.
DIRK: Some of us have to work to make our chest turn heads, you know.
You snort in laughter.
JANE: I guess I need to check my privilege, then.
Dirk lets out a little amused sound of his own.
==> Be Dirk.
You are glad that you are angled toward Jane. You will never admit it to anyone but you are actually pretty nervous about this whole thing, and being able to see her and talk to her calms you down. It does mean, however, that you cannot really see who has your body, or what they are about to do to it.
A cool, dry finger brushes over your abdomen, over your chest, across the line of your clavicle, down your back, stopping where the harness and your bound limbs make it inconvenient. Another hand slides down your sides and moves an appreciative over your buttocks, then slides up to feel them again. In your last relationship, your partner had the universally recognize pinnacle of male rear ends, so even this subtle sign of favor is unusually validating. Another hand grabs your other butt cheek, and you tense in anticipation.
Lost in the sensations of your body, you almost miss it when Jane’s expression becomes surprise.
JANE: They’re moving my body.
You look around. Indeed, a pair of trolls lead a naked, headless body, Jane’s body, into the crowd. One of them is slender with short but wild hair, while another is tall and toned, with long straight hair tied back in a ponytail.
DIRK: Yup.
DIRK: Two guys are leading you into the crowd.
DIRK: Muscles seems very interested in your chest but he’s keeping his hands on the leash so far.
DIRK: The guy feeling you up is skinny and about your size.
JANE: Oh.
JANE: The guy touching you is a troll.
JANE: He’s tall, pretty fit.
JANE: Oh, here comes another guy.
JANE: Kind of short. Also a troll.
Another hand touches your body, this time tracing the soft bump under your abdomen. You try to stifle a squeal and let out more of a grunt.
DIRK: I can feel him.
A claw tip traces its way down to the base of your penis, which is rushing to come to attention.
==> Be Jane.
Watching Dirk bite his lip and try to remain stoic as a stranger fondles his genitals is endearing. The big troll shifts position behind Dirk’s body and moves his hands from Dirk’s hips for a moment. The big troll closes his eyes in bliss, and Dirk lets out a moan beside you. Your face flushes as you realize that you have just watched your close friend get anally penetrated.
It starts to become hard to take more things in as the sensations from your own body start to become harder to ignore. The selfish groping of your ass has stopped, but someone has begun caressing your breasts more gently, and another on the pudge of your abdomen.
The motion reminds you of when you were pregnant, when Jake seemed to have so much awe and wonder for your body as it grew in volume day by day. That was when he was the most touchy-feely, when the two of you would cuddle on the couch together without an ever-growing tension. The warm hand on you feels like the first bite of food that makes you realize how hungry you are. These strangers, these aliens, these rebels can’t keep their hands of you. Even if they have a grudge they cannot get enough of your body.
You whisper a whine.
JANE: Please.
A thumb brushes against your left breast. Another circles the areola of your right. Another motion. Fingers move from place to place on your upper body, some missing erogenous zones by a mile, others sending shudders through your body. Eventually, the unseen experimenter narrows down on a few select spots.
You try to bring your arms to your vulva, but strong arms keep you from touching yourself. Another set of hands moves around the area where your legs meet your body, getting close and sometimes even brushing your outer lips, but never more than a quick point of contact.
You moan in frustration.
JANE: Dirk, they’re teasing me.
JANE: I’m going crazy.
JANE: They’re driving me insane.
Someone wraps their lips around your nipples and you squeal. He suckles carefully, deliberately. You let out a moan, then belatedly bite your lip. A few voices chuckle. You don’t know whether to deny this pervert or push his head to your breasts.
Someone gently takes your nipple between their forefinger and thumb, and gently roll it around. You whine.
The next time you feel the hand against your crotch you practically hump it, trying to force it to rub you, but the finger disappears instead.
JANE: Fuck me, fuck me, why won’t you fuck me?
JANE: Touch me! Make me come already?
JANE: You bastards!
JANE: Was this your plan all along?
JANE: To make me beg?
JANE: I hate you!
JANE: Fuck all of you, but fuck me!
==> Be Dirk.
Watching Jane come apart is a shockingly erotic experience for you. As a teen, you always avoided thinking about Jane as a sexual being, for reasons not entirely divorced from jealousy. She was everything you were not. She could give Jake things that you could not, and you wanted Jake like you had never wanted anything. You resented, on some level, the idea that she had a power that you lacked.
And now here you both are, severed heads on a table, rendered powerless in an extremely intimate way by the actions of your friends, including Jake. Her head is in the proverbial basket with yours. So seeing her whine and moan and beg is making you feel things. Feeling things is sort of a problem for you. Feeling things is correlated with some of your lowest points. You can be a pretty intense guy, and intensity needs to be controlled.
You try to focus on the fact you are getting fucked. This seems like safer emotional territory. Yeah. It has been quite a while since your last attempt at anal sex, but you have plenty of experience.
The troll-bulge-shaped sex toys available really fail to realistically simulate the experience. Dildo technology fails to perfectly capture the experience of a live cock in your ass, but at least a plastic phallus tries to replecate a relatively rigid structure. Trying to replecate what is something like a tongue or an octopus’s arm is somewhat difficult. Even the mechanical ones with concealed joints for motion move in a jointed way. The member that is prodding your prostate has no fixed joint, and the motion against it is unpredictable as a result. You cannot get into the right kind of groove to come from this irregular pleasure. You are tempted to scream about it as loud as Jane is, and damnit now you are thinking about Jane again.
Your partner pulls out and comes all over your lower back. Troll slurry is similar to human semen in how slowly it drips. In mere seconds, another bulge pushes its way into your ass. This partner seems to be far shorter than you are, since the phallus enters at an upwards angle, and the arms that hold your cheeks apart are angled differently than the last guy.
Jane moans loudly, pulling you from your head.
JANE: Yeeeeees!
JANE: Yes, fuck meeee!
DIRK: Fuck.
DIRK: I’ll have what she’s having.
==> Be Jane.
Someone is fucking you fast and hard. Your pussy drips with slick and troll slime, and it offers no resistance to the alien dong. You are letting out noises you have not let out in quite a while. The anonymous gent’s tool is even doing a nice job of pushing against your clit on the thrusts forward.
The man lasts perhaps seven minutes, but it is seven minutes of heaven, and afterwards you feel frustrated. But soon you feel it, a pliant cool member coated with moisture. The next customer pushes gently inside. You moan at the delicious stretch as the foreign body goes deeper.
Then you feel another set of hands, pulling your butt cheeks apart.
JANE: Oh my.
JANE: Give me a sex—I mean second!
JANE: Give me a second to prepare.
But even as you squirm, you feel a stream of extra lube slide down the crack of your bottom.
JANE: Ooh! Cold!
Someone, you cannot tell who, takes one of your thighs and lifts it. The change of angle makes the bulge in your vagina shift, and the man clutching your rear lets you support your weight on his body, now that only one of your feet is on the ground.
Then he pushes his bulge into your anus and you groan as the flexible member pushes against your ring.
At some unseen cue, the music shifts noticeably. Someone yells, “DP!” and there’s a cheer. People are talking. You can hear the sound of a bunch of masculine voices, some murmuring, some speaking normally, some of them joking and laughing. The hall that once felt chilly now feels warm as the bodies of humans and trolls radiate heat.
Even as you are penetrated by two different trolls, you feel more hands on your skin. They slap your bottom and your breasts, they drag their fingers over your skin. Someone tickles the sole of your raised foot, which causes you to shriek so loudly and writhe so forcefully that Karkat barges over to break up whatever was happening even though you did not press the panic button.
The interruption disturbs the rhythm of the gangbang, but it releases some tension that remained in your body. For all that Karkat clearly hates you for what you've done, however much you burn at the thought of him, he is keeping track of what is happening and protecting you in your moment of weakness.
Beside you, Dirk is struggling to maintain his composure. The first two trolls to fuck him have come (in more than one sense) and gone, and neither of them brought him to orgasm. Dirk’s headless body stumbles around, arms bound, until another troll catches him and mounts him unceremoniously. Somewhere in the crowd is the sound of slapping and grunting, and Dirk is unable to maintain his stoic expressionless mien.
You think it is a pity that Karkat let him wear his shades. You would have loved to see the effect this is having on him.
A troll approaches the table, and after looking at Karkat for approval, picks up Dirk’s head. The troll brings Dirk down to crotch level and looks down meaningfully. Dirk opens his mouth, and the troll grunts in approval before sticking his bulge inside.
==> Be Dirk.
It is your first time sucking bulge, and the taste and texture of the bulge is unexpected. As the troll slides further inside, you can taste the strange mix of sour and umami of the troll’s slime. The skin of the bulge is familiar to you beneath the slime, but the alien member is muscled like a tongue and flexes against yours in a novel way, part blowjob and part really aggressive makeouts. It is enough to make you moan, though some troll a ways away is pushing against your prostate as well.
You have not sucked cock in ages, and you have forgotten how much you love it.
The troll fucking your head begins moving faster and more forceully. He starts grunting and moaning, rubbing one particular part of his bulge against your hard palate. Dirk finds himself salivating copiously, a mix of spit and troll slick dribbling out of his lips.
==> Be Jane.
Behind your glasses, your eyes bulge as the troll fucks Dirk’s head right in front of you. You are close enough to hear the lewd noises coming out of your friend’s mouth. Watching the underside of that chiseled jawline bulge and dip as the troll satisfied himself is captivating, and seeing those taciturn lips stretched around alien cock and dripping is intoxicating.
Something about seeing Dirk in a sexually submissive scenario while still seeming masculine is doing something to you. Anonymous men are pounding your pussy and your ass, but watching Dirk take cock was what really set her engines running.
You picture the troll doing the same thing to you, using your head like a...like a pocket pussy!
Whoever is sodomizing you comes, filling your rectum with slime. You hear a chuckle and a few whoops as the man pulls out and disengages, and your hole feels wet in a way you are not used to.
Almost immediately a changing of the guard occurrs, and two warm, blunt-nailed hands rest on your hips. Before you can process this fully, a hot hard cock pushes its way inside. You gasp. You cannot see who it is, but some human man is taking you from behind!
You will probably never know how well the man is really endowed, but even with the recent example of the troll to compare it to, the man’s cock feels massive. Your sphincter stretches around his girth, far less yielding than the troll’s bulge before him, and the hot rod feels deep.
You gasp as you feel the man begin to thrust. His hands feel big and sturdy on your hips, and you can feel his hips slap against your buttocks with the completion of each motion.
==> Be Dirk.
The guy fucking your face comes in your mouth instead of down your throat, and when he pulls his green dragon out of you, it paints your chin and lower lip with nickelodeon slime. With a satisfied sigh, he sets your head on the table and walks away.
You get your bearings. On the table, Jane’s head is flushed and moaning. Two rebels take notice, and zero in on her. Her head floats, suspended by psionic powers, and the pair begin stroking her hair.
????: Oh, sweet, this one’s free!
You are lifted by your hair and a hot, hard, human cock slides into your mouth. You suck desperately. The salty skin, the familiar heat, the way the head of his cock hits that one spot on the roof of your mouth where cock always does, and it is like coming home. You close your eyes and push the back of your tongue against his frenulum as he tries his best to get inside your throat.
==> Be Jane.
You can see the two in your peripheral vision, but they are not in view of your glasses so you cannot see them. You cannot even tell what species they are.
One of them nibbles on your left earlobe, making you pant. The other draws his finger along the shell of your right ear. Somewhere else, your body squirms. The one on your left licks the spot behind your ear and then sucks, prompting a squeal.
The other man chuckles. It’s a deep throaty sound that you like. Someone is still stroking your hair.
LEFT: She’s cute like this
RIGHT: Totally. I want to play with her every day.
LEFT: Do you think Vantas’d let us take her home overnight?
You shudder. The thought of being checked out like a library book, of being used like a toy, scares you but also arouses you.
JANE: D-don’t tease me!
LEFT: Still giving orders, are we?
RIGHT: I’m afraid you’ll have to relinquish some control…
LEFT: …So that the races can live in harmony.
You gasp.
JANE: You… uhng… bastard!
JANE: Throwing my rhetoric back in my fa-a-hace when I’m at my most vulnerable-
JANE: Ah!
JANE: -is a low blow.
This time it is the man on the left who chuckles.
LEFT: A low blow, huh?
LEFT: That gives me an idea.
You can feel your head losing altitude. The angle of the hands in your hair shifts.
RIGHT: It’s the back one, right?
LEFT: Yeah, the one closer to the spine.
JANE: what are you talking about?
RIGHT: Just a second.
Jane feels a strange sensation in her neck, and then suddenly, something pushes into the back of her throat from her body’s direction. Soon she feels a familiar pressure in the back of her mouth and a familiar salty flavor of skin. Someone is fucking her mouth from the back.
BACK (FORMERLY RIGHT): Fuck, she’s so tight.
LEFT: Mmm, fuck. I love when you talk dirty.
Left moves forward and bends down, revealing himself to be a troll with extensive tattoos designed to make him look like a ball jointed porcellain doll. He grins at you, revealing that his front fangs are unusually flat for a troll.
TROLL DOLL: Do you like my master’s cock, Batterwitch?
TROLL DOLL: I can never get enough.
With that, the kinky troll kisses you on your open lips. It is a messy sort of kiss at first, but you quickly start returning the kiss. The troll slides his tongue into your mouth, and alternates between playing with your tongue and licking the dick that is inside your mouth. It must be quite a sizeable rod, too, because after a few minutes, the man pushes further inside, until the head of his cock is peeking out of your lips.
The troll begins doing something that is a little like a kiss and a little like a blowjob, sucking the head of the man’s cock while his lips are pressed against yours.
At the realization that you have become the grapefruit in that one video that Roxy showed you once is so kinky that, as your second—third? Fourth?—suitor finishes inside you, you come hard, moaning around the unseen man’s cock.
==> Be Dirk.
You want to take the stranger’s come in your mouth so that you can taste it, but the man who has been using your head as an onahole for the past few minutes shoots his load out of the bottom of your head. The room has gotten sort of loud, but you imagine you can hear it splatter against the table behind you.
It is only because you are thinking about sound that you notice Karkat speaking somewhere behind you.
KARKAT: HEY, DAVE.
KARKAT: DECIDED TO SHOW UP?
Your eyes widen. Dave is here?
DAVE: yeah i actually missed it
DAVE: and then i thought about it for a few days
DAVE: and then i thought
DAVE: fuck it
DAVE: i wanna
Your stomach does flip flops. You quickly tamp it down. You have known that Dave has been attracted to Jane in the past, and even when she became politically extreme, he probably still had some feelings in that direction.
DAVE: hey karkat
DAVE: I know we didnt talk about it but
DAVE: do you think we could do it with him together?