Chapter 1
The sounds of women weeping echo through the damp cells like broken hymns, mingling with the slow drip of pipes somewhere in the darkness.
Each wet plink punctuates the forceful rhythm of my skull smashing against the wall behind me.
Again, and again, and again.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
With my mouth pried unnaturally wide open by a cruel metal clamp strapped around my skull, the sharp edges of the steel bite deep into the corners of my cracked lips, splitting the skin until fresh blood mixes with the thick strings of saliva.
The device forces my jaw so far it feels like it’s one brutal thrust away from dislocating, the hinges stretching in agony
My body is trapped and crushed between cold bricks and the relentless thrusts of a filthy cock forcing its way down my throat, every savage drive bruising the back of my mouth.
The stench of his sweaty balls and matted pubes smothers me, rank and suffocating, like rot is being pressed directly into my lungs.
The rancid flavour of his old dick, still slick with the filth of another woman’s ass that he’d viciously raped just five minutes ago, slides savagely over my tastebuds, coating them in shame and defilement.
Each withdrawal leaves me gasping for precious air that tastes of stale piss and hopelessness, only for him to bury himself deeper, claiming what’s left of my soul with every plunge.
I am nothing here. Just another sobbing, abused woman in the night.
I try to slide down, anything to escape his cruelty, but he fists my pigtail, yanking me back up, and forces me to take even more of him.
As my hair is ripped from the scalp, I let out a suffocated, gurgling scream around him. But all I get in return is a growl followed by a low snicker that vibrates against my lips.
I should know better than to show fear, and I should know better than to let the agony bleed through. But my reflexes can’t help it.
The unforgiving thrusts grow harder and more savage, each impact sending stars exploding behind my squeezed-shut eyes. My empty stomach convulses with every heave, bile and spit surging up only to be forced back down around the cock raping my throat.
Please be quick. Please be quick.
The wish loops desperately in my mind as tears pour down my temples.
His heavy, sweat-slick balls slap against my chin with wet, degrading smacks as he screws my face like a cheap hole.
“Damn… that’s it, you pointless fuck hole,” he snarls, hips stuttering. “Take it. Take it fucking all.”
My vision tunnels, the world narrowing to nothing but the relentless pounding. And just as I think I’m going to black out, I feel it. His cock swells against my tongue, veins popping with ugly need.
With a long, beastly groan, he slams himself as deep as he can go and floods my throat with his hot, sour cum.
Thick ropes shoot straight into my stomach, pulse after pulse, so much that it backs up and spills from the corners of my mouth in creamy yellow streaks.
I tremble uncontrollably, heaving around him, but he holds me pinned, forcing me to gulp every drop.
And just when I start to believe it’s finally over, it isn’t.
He stays submerged, still throbbing, and lets out a drawn, relieved sigh.
A moment later, a new warmth suddenly fills me, but it’s hotter and thinner, and I soon realize, he’s pissing down my fucking throat.
The pungent stream floods my mouth, and I retch from the strong ammonia taste overwhelming everything else. It fills my belly, mixes with his cum, and leaks from my nose and lips when I can’t swallow fast enough.
I fight with everything I’ve got, nails scratching desperately at his thighs. But he simply grunts in pleasure, holding my head in place like a urinal, emptying himself completely into my broken body.
“Well, what’d you think?” Graham’s disguised voice slithers from behind the rusted bars, and I know he just stood there and watched every second of my distress through that horrific skin-mask. “You’ve had her for a week already.”
By the time the old bastard finally pulls his dick from my throat, I collapse forward onto the cracked concrete, heaving violently, quivering and wheezing while hacking up thick strings of his bodily fluids.
“All I’ll say is,” the old man rasps, still breathless as he yanks up his zipper, “if she didn’t have such a pure cunt, I would’ve torn it inside out already, and fucked that tight little hole bloody and swollen.”
That’s all I am to these disgusting animals.
“Does that mean we have a deal?” Graham asks, his tone edged with greedy anticipation.
“Yeah, but I want sixty percent,” the old man mutters, his voice hoarse.
“Forty,” Graham growls back, the sound low and dangerous. “You got your test ride. You just pissed down her fucking throat. That’s more than anyone else would get from me.”
“Fine, she goes up in five minutes,” he finally agrees. “Get her cleaned up and make her look pure again. They always pay more when they look untouched.”
Pure.
The word is a cruel lie they sell to vultures with deep pockets and even deeper depraved thoughts than actual fucking sense.
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Bright lights slam into my hazel eyes like fire, burning straight through my skull as a heavy hand shoves me hard between the shoulder blades.
I lurch forward onto the open stage, bare feet slipping with arms windmilling before I catch my balance.
Squinting against the blinding glare, I try to make sense of the dark silhouettes leering beyond the beam.
Gradually, I shuffle to the center of the stage and stop, arms wrapped desperately around myself—one across my braless breasts, the other tugging down the hem of the obscenely short white silk dress that barely covers anything.
My black hair, plaited into two perfect, innocent low pigtails, falls over my shoulders and rests against my heaving chest, rising and falling with each shallow, panicked breath.
As the silk whispers against my thighs, all I can feel is the prickling weight of a hundred unseen eyes crawling over me, devouring what little I have left.
The silence stretches like a blade against my throat, broken only by the slow drag of cigarette smoke, the lazy clink of ice in whiskey glasses, and the occasional wet cough from the shadows.
Crack.
A lash slices through the air behind me, and within a second, white hot agony explodes across my back, ripping a raw, high-pitched scream from my throat that bellows through the room.
My knees buckle instantly, my spine arches violently before I collapse forward, crashing onto all fours., gasping with drool and tears.
Warm blood soaks through the thin silk, blooming dark and wet across my back. I feel it trickling down, sliding between my cheeks, and dripping from my exposed ass onto the floor beneath me.
“We’re going to start at one million.” The older man’s voice booms through the speakers casually as if selling livestock. “Any takers?”
“Let’s see more!” Another male shouts from the darkness in front of me.
My eyes fly wide, then before I can scramble away, heavy footsteps approach from behind. Brutal hands fists both my pigtails and yank them viciously backward. My body jerks upright for a split second before thumping hard onto the stage.
My whipped back smashes against the rough wood, and a yelp tears out of me, fresh lightning bolts of throbbing pain detonate across my torn skin.
I thrash wildly, but he plants a heavy boot on my pigtails, pinning my head to the floor. I’m trapped, neck straining while his rough hands grab the backs of my thighs, yanking my legs up, and wrenches them wide apart.
I fight like a wild animal—bucking and scraping at his arms, nails digging into his skin, screaming until my throat burns, but he’s too strong and immovable.
One of his thick elbows hooks behind my knee, locking me open, then his fingers drop between my legs, hooking beneath the crotch of my white thong.
And with one savage tug, he rips them aside, completely exposing my pussy to the entire room.
“No! Stop! Please!” I scream, tears streaking down my temples. “Don’t! Please don’t!”
But the only answer is the low, hungry murmur of the crowd leaning forward in the dark. Savages emotionlessly staring at a young woman being degraded right in front of their eyes. There’s no humanity or moral insight, no matter how much I cry.
“One million!” A sudden distorted shout cuts through my sobs.
“Three!”
“Ten!”
Voices bark from every direction, left, right and centre, each one higher and more eager, like wolves fighting over a fresh kill.
“For this cute little cunt?” The old man above me sneers.
Then, he brings his heavy hand down in a harsh slap across my bare core. The blow echoes through the room, and a hot stinging sensation explodes through me, forcing me to shriek again.
I try with everything inside me to force my legs closed, but he won't stop.
“Open her up!” The voices continue to call out.
His thick fingers brutally pry my throbbing lips apart, fanning them wide open for the entire crowd to see—displaying my pink hole and clit like a prize offering.
The crowd gets livelier as he starts rubbing me roughly, back to front, pussy to ass, deliberately violating every inch.
“Look at that wetness,” he snarls to the crowd—getting them worked up. “She can’t control herself.”
Shame floods through me, but his tactics only makes the bids explode upward.
“SIXTY MILLION!”
His fingers freeze against me as soon as the room falls into absolute silence, and his sharp eyes scan the dark area.
My body lies there under him, broken and shaken, muscles locked. Tears and snot streak down my face, my exposed pussy clenching visibly under the harsh lights.
“Is that the final bid?” he shouts, rough and resounding.
A few low mumbles ripple through the buyers—calculating and debating whether to push higher for the right to ruin me.
“Going once…”
“Going twice…”
The pause stretches into an eternity of dread, and my mind shatters, silently screaming for the help that will never come.
I just want it to be over with.
“SOLD!” His voice roars—sealing my fate. “To bidder 3452 for sixty million dollars!”