Dark room with cocks

It was a fitful, restless night spent in panic, I tried to relax, but my situation grew grimmer in my head, and I felt as if I at least had to try to break out!

Though as I continued struggling, there was no progress whatsoever, even emphasized by the mocking giggles of the girl in the room next to me, who seemed to have enjoyed the sound of my struggles.

“I’ve been here for ages! We’re going to be friends~”

The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I resorted to at least trying to get some rest before whatever the morning has to offer comes for me. I felt my eyes flutter shut, the weight of my situation washing away for a moment, but sadly, only for a moment. The sound of footsteps filled the room as our customers made their way down over to us. The workers come into my room and hoist me back into my restraints, aligning my body with the holes.

“Wakey wakey now. Let’s hope you have a better day than you did yesterday!”

Getting fucked in a dark room

It was a dreadful snap back to lucidity, inches from finally getting some rest, instead I hear a flood of footsteps making their way toward me, the familiar sound of being surrounded by strangers, each with their cocks out fills my vision. Before I can even fully wake up, my mouth is forced back open by someone’s hard tip, instantly pounding away at my poor throat, still sore from the previous morning.

Anxiety takes hold as I hear another stampede of footsteps, making their way down the halls behind me, my ass suddenly feeling much more exposed as I can practically feel them staring at me. My involuntary wriggles of fear seem to have enticed them, as I soon felt a firm grip hold my waist in place before my pussy was forced into, making me scream around the stranger’s cock in my mouth.

“Fuck, she’s tight!”

The appreciative groans from behind me only dig the shame deeper, the beginning of a new torment setting in as he begins pounding into my tight hole, stretching me out as I can feel my pride melting away. I try to sink into the rhythm, to find a way to make the minutes go by quicker, but the day passes by agonizingly slowly. I coaxed out each load to try and shorten the line in front of me, but it only grew, right up until the final call was put out, and each person behind the last began dispersing.

When the final stranger came inside of my mouth, I was left feeling empty, watching the familiar sight of the owner kneeling down to collect my tips playing out, the man not even bothering to acknowledge me at this point, simply stealing my money and walking away.

I couldn’t handle another day… but they kept coming. Each morning was the same, a dull beginning to an exhausting trial, my holes violently stretched, my body abused, my face fucked and my money stolen. Over and over again I felt my pride rise and fall, my body getting used to the position as I begin falling asleep at night, my mind growing accustomed to how I was being treated, every few strangers bringing me to a shameful orgasm.

Every few turned into every one before long, and I rapidly sunk deeper into the shameful pit of depravity that the woman next to me sank into long ago, the two of us seeming the same attitude as the other.

One night, I woke up early after hearing an odd sound, the footsteps of the owner growing closer, but not at the time they usually would. He looked down at me, and left me feeling confused until he spoke.

“You’ve certainly changed a lot, haven’t you, bitch?”

The name he took a liking to no longer stung, in fact, it felt somewhat good to hold the label over my head, like a collar around my neck, it felt like he owned me at this point… 

The next day came, my body having recovered, but my mind in tatters. Even before the first man takes his place in front of me, I eagerly hang my mouth open, letting my tongue loll out from my lips as I await that sticky treat being pulsed across it. I couldn’t tell whether I wanted this, or if I simply accepted my fate.

A single thrust from a man behind me gave me my answer, listening to the squeals escape my lips, muffled by the cock stretching my throat. Whilst I had been trying to deny it up until now, it had become impossible, I craved this feeling, looking forward to each day that I would be used by the horde of men around me, eagerly awaiting the moment I’d be able to feel full of their cocks again!

Not a moment went by that I didn’t think about it, and as that day came to a close, the crowd dispersing, I found myself sinking into depravity. Even without their abuse, I was eager for more, and plunged my fingers inside of myself, moaning and whimpering throughout the night as I came on my hand. Before long, I passed out simply from exhaustion, awaking to the feeling of the workers lifting me back up into position for this day’s crowd. I couldn’t stop my body from shivering, but not with fear, instead, pure arousal and anticipation coursed through my body.

I looked forward to it since the second they left, the moments before falling asleep were spent fantasizing about them, and now that they’re here, I couldn’t help myself from eagerly squealing out as they plunged inside of me.

I wanted to feel them abuse me more than anything, eager to be taken advantage of, as they sate their lust with my holes. I was becoming more used to the sensation of being used as a set of holes for them, at this point, truly believing that’s all I’m good for.