Chapter 2: SIDE STORY 2
Lily slid into the tub, closing her eyes as if to meditate. Quiet… finally. She didn’t like conflict… with her family… with her friends… with her roommates. She’d embodied the adage better safe than sorry, too timid to have a boyfriend since she came to the States, too obedient to her father.
She envied her roommates in many ways… Tawnya’s strength, Kim’s carefree friendliness, Daisy’s uninhibited sexuality.
As she listened to music while soaking in the tub, her mind wandered, lathering herself gently, her hands tracing the curves of her body, her breath catching as she imagined a man’s hands instead of her own.
She’d never been touched like that. Never felt the heat of another’s skin against hers, never known the weight of desire pressing down on her. Her strict, traditional father would have disowned her if he knew the thoughts running through her head, her eyes closing as her fingers found her nipples, squeezing them, her back arching slightly as she bit her lip. She imagined a man’s hands, rough and calloused, tracing the same path, his breath hot against her ear.
Her nipples hardened as she pinched them, her thumb gently rubbing the throbbing nubs, her hand sliding down her stomach. She slowly rose out of the tub, pressing herself in the corner, water cascading down her stomach and thighs into the tub as she slowly raised one of her legs, her pussy lips dripping.
She gently ran the soap between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, her hips moving against the touch, her breath quickening. She imagined a man’s hands, strong and sure, pulling her close, his lips on her neck. She closed her eyes, her fingers working faster, gasping quickly as she imagined him spreading her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her.
Her fingers slipped inside herself, her body shuddering as she imagined him filling her, stretching her, her fingers curling inside her as she imagined his cock.
She bit her lip, stifling a moan, her hips rocking against her hand as she imagined him whispering in her ear, his voice deep and rough. *"You're so fucking tight, Lily. So wet for me."*
She could almost feel his breath against her skin, his hands gripping her waist as he drove into her, her body arching against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she imagined him kissing her, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands tangling in her hair.
The boys had returned to the apartment building, hanging out just outside the front door, bantering about their Summer profanity-riddled fantasies. Chad, impatient, his hand stitched and bandaged from the night before, followed a resident in through the front entrance, holding the door so his four brothers could join him. They climbed the steps to the third floor having figuring out the night before which apartment they’d seen Daisy enter. He motioned his friends to stay hidden down the stairwell as he straightened up.
The knock at the front door made her freeze, her fingers still inside herself, her heart pounding in her chest. Not loud. Not urgent. Just three soft raps… too polite for maintenance, too deliberate for a neighbor. Daisy must have forgotten her key again.
She slowly stood up, dripping onto the bathmat as clutched a towel to her chest, listening. The apartment felt different with Kim and Tawnya gone…too quiet, like the walls were holding their breath. She always knew where everyone was. It made the world feel more predictable.
Another knock. Slightly firmer. “I’m coming,” she said, her voice raspy. She wrapped the towel around her. Through the peephole she saw a young man leaning casually against the doorframe, baseball cap turned backward, one hand wrapped in a white bandage. Her heart began ticking faster than it should, surprised it wasn’t Daisy.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she reached for the doorknob. The man outside was smiling, his eyes flicking down to the towel wrapped around her body. “Oh, hey,” Chad said softly, like he was sharing a secret. “Sorry to bug you. I’m looking for a girl. Summer.” The name hit her wrong… too warm, too deliberate.
“There’s no one here by that name,” Lily said quickly. “You must have the wrong apartment.”
He didn’t move. In fact, he leaned closer, the door pressing against the chain. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked warmly.
"L... Lily," she nervously responded.
“Well, Lily, I’m pretty sure this is the place,” he said. Chad’s voice stayed calm. Almost kind. That was the worst part. “She told me she lived up here.” Her eyes widened and she gripped her towel when the others emerged behind him, eager to see Summer, one of the others letting out a low, careless sound at the sight of Lily’s slender, quivering frame wearing only a towel… appraising, like the mistake didn’t matter.
The Chad's smile widened, his gaze lingering on her bare shoulders.
The young men leaned closer, crowding the narrow hallway. Lily became acutely aware of how small the space was, how thin the door suddenly felt. Daisy’s world was bleeding into theirs with every drop of water that hit the floor… every panted breath that slid through the door… every heart beat pounding in her neck. She blinked her eyes, gripping her towel tightly.
“No,” she said, firmer now. “You… you need to leave.”
Chad glanced down at his bandaged hand, flexed his fingers slightly, then looked back up at her. His smile didn’t change.
“C’mon,” he said. “Just open the door a little more. We just wanna talk to her.” Chad’s voice was low, almost soothing, like he was trying to coax a scared animal. His eyes flicked to the towel again, lingering for a second too long. The others shifted behind him, their shoulders bumping together in the narrow hallway, their breath fogging the air.
Lily’s fingers tightened around the edge of the door, her knuckles turning white. The towel felt too thin, too flimsy, like it could slip away at any moment. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I told you, there’s no one here by that name.”
Chad tilted his head, his grin widening. “You sure about that? Because I *know* she lives here. We saw her come in last night." As Lily shuddered, she could feel the young men's gazes on her body, her nipples still hard from the bath and the draft coming through the door.
Lily’s heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. Her father’s voice echoed uninvited in her head… don’t make trouble, don’t escalate, be polite, accommodate… but something colder cut through it.
“I’m... I'm calling the police,” she said, lifting her phone so he could see it.
That did it. Chad’s smile darkened.
“Relax,” he said quietly. “No need for that. We’re just talking. We’re just looking to have some fun, that’s all.”
He shifted his weight, his face hardening, his hand slipped past the edge of the door, fingers curling against the frame, his foot wedged in the door frame.
Lily reacted without thinking, trying to slam the door, the chain straining as Chad and a couple of the larger boys pushed against the door. Their laughter and taunting gave her chills, the door straining
And then, with a thrust, the chain popped off the door frame, Lily falling to the floor, the towel unraveling, revealing her trembling, glistening, exposed body. She tried to crawl to the table, her phone a few yards away, only to have one of the men grab her wrist, turning her around.
The cold floor pressed against her knees as she knelt before them. She could see the hunger in their eyes, the way their gazes traced every curve of her body. Brent, one of the other men, knelt down beside her, his rough, calloused hand stroking her cheek.
“You’re even prettier than Summer,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “And so much more… innocent.”
Lily’s gasped at his touch, trying to pull away, but his grip on her wrist tightened. The others crowded around her, closing and locking the door, their shadows stretching over her body like a dark blanket. Another one reached down, his fingers brushing against her thigh, and she flinched, her body tensing.
The apartment felt like a cage, the young men surrounding her, Chad sitting on the couch, laughing. "We thought Summer would give us a show, but I think Brad over there is feeling a little Asian Persuasion!" The others laughed a Brad's nodding grin.
"Yeah, man, she's got that innocent little schoolgirl thing going on. Bet she's never even been touched by this many guys before." His hand slid up her thigh, and Lily's yelped, her body trembling. She tried to pull away as he released her wrist, only to have someone else grab her arms and pin them behind her back.
"Please," she whispered, her voice meek. "Don't do this."
Chad leaned forward on the couch, his eyes dark. "Oh, we're not doing anything you won't like," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're gonna love it."
Lily's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing, as she felt Brent's fingers brush against her freshly shaved pussy, her lips soaked and throbbing from touching herself.
She could feel the heat radiating from his hand, the rough callouses scraping against her delicate folds. The other boy had her arms pinned behind her back, his grip firm, unyielding, his smoky breath warm against her neck as he leaned in to kiss it, making her flinch.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice trembling. "Please, don't..."
Chad stood up from the couch, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly unbuckled his belt. "You're gonna be a good girl, aren't you, Lily?" he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're gonna show us how good those little Asian pussies can be."
Lily's breath hitched as she felt Brad's fingers slide between her folds, his thumb pressing against her clit, his thick finger sliding inside of her effortlessly.
She gasped, her body tensing as she tried to pull away, but the other boy's grip on her arms tightened, pulling her back against his chest, his erection pressing into her back. She could feel the heat of his body through his jeans, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "That's it, sweetheart. Just relax."
Brent's belt buckle clinked as it hit the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. Lily's eyes widened as he unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, thick and hard. He peeled off his shirt, his firm chest and abs making her eyes widen, the scent of his cologne and sweat filling the air. She could feel Brent's fingers sliding in and out of her, his thumb pressing against her clit, her hips involuntarily rocking against his touch, her body betraying her fear.
"Look at that," Brent said, his voice rough, as he stroked his cock. "She's already so wet for us. Bet you've never had a cock this big, have you, Lily?"
She shook her head, her voice catching in her throat. "N-no," she whispered.
Chad stood over her, already naked, his cock brushing against her cheek. "Open up, sweetheart. Let's see what that pretty little mouth can do."
Lily's mouth opened in shock as Chad's cock pressed against her lips, Brent's fingers sliding faster and faster along her clit, her eyes beginning to water from the intensity of the moment. The scent of them... musky, masculine, with a hint of cheap cologne—overtook her senses. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the weight of Chad's hand on the back of her head, gently but insistently guiding her forward.
Her heart pounded, her mind racing. She had never done this before. Never even imagined it. His cock slid between her lips, Chad coaxing it to the back of her throat, making her gag at first.
"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Just relax that pretty throat for me."
Lily's eyes watered as she struggled to breathe around him, her body trembling as Brent's fingers worked her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The other boys watched, their hands already moving to unbuckle their belts, their cocks springing free as they stroked themselves. The apartment smelled of sweat and arousal, putrid cologne and something darker, something that made her stomach clench with fear.
"God, look at her," one of them muttered, his voice rough. "She's a fuckin' pro like Summer!" Chad laughed, his voice rough with excitement, his hand tightening in Lily's hair as he pushed deeper into her mouth. "Look at her take it like a good little slut."
Lily gagged again, her throat tightening around him, her body starting to tense from Brent's fingers, her spine tingling, jolts of unwanted pleasure surging through her body. She whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily as her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
"Fuck, she's tight," Brent groaned, his breath hot against her ear.
"Tap that pussy!" a couple of the other boys chanted. Chad pulled out of her mouth, Lily catching her breath, as Brent reached down and grabbed Lily's hips, lifting her in the air, slinging her over his shoulder and carrying her, weakly protesting, back into the bedroom, throwing her down on Tawnya's bed... the larger of the two. Lily looked up in shock as Brent grabbed her legs, spreading them, her pussy glistening as he slide his cock up and down her pussy before pushing against it.
She gasped, her body tensing as he pushed inside her, his cock stretching her, filling her in a way she’d never felt before. The pain was sharp, intense, but beneath it, something else... something intense, something that made her hips jerk involuntarily.
"Fuck, she's tight," Brent groaned, his hands gripping her thighs he thrust into her, his hips slamming against hers. Lily's fingers clawed at the sheets, her body trembling as she tried to process the sensation. The pain was fading, replaced by something hot... something electric.
The other boys crowded around the bed, their eyes locked onto her body, their hands stroking themselves as they watched, Chad kneeling next to her mouth, his cock hard and throbbing.
"Open up, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how good you can suck while Brent fucks your tight little pussy."
Lily whimpered, her body trembling as she tried to resist, but Brent's grip tightened, sliding down to her hips, his thrusts deepening, her back arching. Her mind raced... this couldn’t be happening. She had never imagined her first time would be like this. She had dreamed of soft kisses, whispered promises, a gentle touch. Not this. Not the rough hands of strangers, the weight of their bodies pressing her down, the musky scent now something raw... forbidden.
Chad's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth toward his cock.
"C'mon, Lily," he murmured, his voice rough with impatience. "You know you want this." She could feel the weight of his hand on the back of her head, the pressure of his fingers tightening as he tried to force her down. Her lips parted slightly, gasping as she tried to steady herself. The room spun around her. The other boys watched, their eyes locked onto her body, impatiently waiting for their turn.
Brent's thrusts grew faster, deeper, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made the bed shake and squeak. "Goddamn, she's gonna make me pop. Fuuuck," and with a hard thrust, he pulled out suddenly, cum shooting from his cock, a stream running from her breast across her stomach, the guys letting out a cheer.
Lily's body trembled, her breath ragged, as she felt the warm liquid splatter against her skin. She could feel the weight of Brent's gaze on her, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned down to whisper, "Good girl."
Chad's grip on her hair tightened, his cock pressing further in her mouth. "Now, relax, baby," he commanded, his voice rough with need. Lily's eyes watered as she tried to resist, but the weight of his hand on her head made it impossible to pull away. She could feel the heat of his cock, the salty taste of him filling her senses. As she rolled onto her side, her hand cupped his balls, Chad's face wrinkling.
The bed bounced as a heavier young man jumped on the bed, pushing his cock against her pussy, slamming his heavy hips against her as his sweaty stomach draped over her hip.
Lily's eyes were wide with terror as she felt the weight of his body pressing down on her, his cock sliding into her, stretching her even more than Brent had. She gasped, her body tensing as she tried to push him away, but his grip on her leg was too strong.
"Fuck, she's so tight," he groaned, his voice rough with lust. "I can feel her squeezing me like a fucking vice already."
The other young men laughed, chanting, "Go Chunky. Go Chunky!"
Lily whimpered, her eyes swelling with tears as she felt another pair of hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. Her nipples were hard, sensitive from the cold air and the rough treatment, Chad's cock pulsing in her mouth.
"Goddamn, I'm gonna... fuuuck," he said, his face reddening, his body shaking as he released himself in her mouth.
Lily gagged, his cum hot and thick as it slid down her throat. She tried to pull away, but Chad's grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to swallow every last drop. His cock pulsed against her tongue, and she whimpered as he finally released her, his cum dripping down her cheek.
"Good girl," Chad said, his voice rough with satisfaction as he wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb. "Now, let's see what else you can take."
Lily’s tried to catch her breath as she felt the weight of the heavier boy, Chunky, on top of her, his cock buried deep inside her. He adjusted himself, lifting her leg in the air, scissoring his cock as she laid on her side. With every thrust, he seemed to get bigger, his cock pushing deeper inside of her.
Lily’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her body trembling as she tried to process the sensation. The pain was sharp, but beneath it, something hot and electric pulsed through her veins. She could feel the weight of his body pressing down on her, the heat of his skin against hers, the rough callouses of his hands gripping her hips.
"Fuck, you're amazing Lily," Chunky groaned, his voice rough with lust. His hips slammed against hers, the bed sagging and creaking beneath them. Lily tried to protest as another cock was pushed into her mouth.
She gagged as it slid down her throat, the taste of sweat and salt overwhelming her senses. The boy above her grunted as he thrust deeper, his hands gripping her hair tightly.
"That's it. Swallow every drop!" he groaned, his voice rough with lust. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the sensation of being stretched and filled in a way she had never experienced before, an orgasm ready to erupt.
Another of the young men released his cock on her chest, too impatient to wait, stroking his cock violently at the sight of her being penetrated. The boys' voices blended into a cacophony of grunts and groans, their hands and bodies pressing against her, the scent of sweat and arousal thick in the air. Lily's mind was wandering, the sting of her nipple being bitten stirring her, making her scream.
Then, suddenly, there was a pounding on the door. "Lily, you in there? You alright?" It was the building manager, the sound of keys against the doorknob making the guys eyes dart around at each other.
The boys scrambled back, their faces pale with shock, their hands fumbling with their clothing. As the door swung open, the balding, older man ran in, his eyes open wide with shock at the sight. “What the *fuck* is going on here?” his voice was a whip crack, sharp and controlled. He didn’t scream. He didn’t need to. The silence that followed was more terrifying than any shout.
Chad, still half-naked, stammered. “We... we were just...”
“Get away from her, *NOW!*” the building manager's voice was low, dangerous. His eyes gazed over at Lily, still trembling on the bed, her skin flushed. The young men quickly pushed past him, knocking him down as they scampered out the door and down the stairs. The young men scattered outside quickly, bravado evaporating as soon as authority entered the space, a few of the young men chanting Lily as they ran off.
The building manager, slowly got up, his face red with anger, his hands clenched into fists. He turned to Lily, who was still trembling on the bed, her body covered in sweat, cum and tears.
“Are you... oh God... are you alright?” he asked, his voice softening slightly as he tried to get a hold of himself. Lily nodded weakly, her eyes wide with shock. She pulled the comforter up to cover herself, her body still trembling.
“I... I don’t know what happened,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “They just... they just came in and...” She couldn’t finish the sentence, her voice breaking as she burst into tears.
He sighed, his anger fading as he saw the fear in her eyes. He carried her to the couch, Lily shaking, quickly contracting into the fetal position, the manager turning to the door, Brent standing there, a depraved smirk on his face as he closed the door behind him.
"Such a pretty Lily," he said, the men chuckling.
"So delicate. So *fragile*."
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The building manager’s voice was a low growl, looking up at Brent. "She's all yours now, son. Enjoy... but be gentle with her." With that, the older man patted Lily's knee then got up, slipping through the door.
Lily’s breath hitched as she curled tighter into the couch, her knees pressed against her chest. The comforter felt like a flimsy shield, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on her like a physical force. She could still feel the ghost of their hands on her skin, the rough scrape of their calloused fingers, the heat of their breath against her neck as