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Nikolai smiles down and pats your head, as sweet as sugar, as if you weren't bound wrist and ankle in a cheap plywood box, laying naked on a padded bench with your lower half sticking out of a similar padded hole- everything accessible, vulnerable, and Nikolai kisses your cheek where tears are spilling down.
"Oh sweetheart, don't cry. I promise, it's just a little while and then your family's debt is paid- you'll make me quite a lot of money, I think. And I'm not a cruel man, no one is abused here-" You stifle a hysterical little laugh. "-and I have good friends to come and, oh. The English words never feel right." His smile curls, becomes sharper. "Break you in, precious girl," and he pinches your nipple and pats your cheek and leaves, the door closing at his back, and you're left in the box with only a small light in the corner, and a camera in the other, it's little red light blinking steadily.
You can't stop the tears. You're scared and cold and want to go home, never mind the debt, you never agreed to this, to be- to be sold, laid out like meat on a table, and you begin to sob and yank uselessly at the soft cuffs. Padded as well, smooth black leather, and it hits you that you're not the only one to be held here- not the first, and not the last.
There's mens voices nearby, out of range to hear clearly, and you pull harder. It's a whole group of them, deep voices getting louder, and then it's just thin wood separating you from them. You can't see at all, not even a glimpse through the hole your body is shoved through, and your pleading kicks up when two big, strong hands grasp your thighs and stroke down to your pussy. Your legs flex, going nowhere, ankles bound up to the wall, pussy and ass fully exposed.
"No," you gasp, "no!" But the hands don't stop, a man's voice saying something aside to another and then, thumbs spreading you open, a wet tongue licks right up over you to your clit and sucks.
Your hips jolt and you arch up off the bench, sobbing, and strain against the cuffs. A smack to the inside of your thigh makes you yelp. "Settle the fuck down," a man growls, lips on your pussy, and sets back to licking. Someone else laughs.
A fist pounds on the cubicle, making it shake. "Count yourself lucky he won the draw, girl," someone else says, "he's a munch for fresh cunt. Any other of us would be fucking you bloody for a starter." Someone else protests, that they'd treat you right, and your pussy aches under the assault of a mouth determined to pull your soul through your clit.
It's relentless, the hot firm pressure, and when a finger slips into your pussy to the first knuckle you whimper as your body answers it, clenching down, legs and hips all trembling. "Please stop," you whisper, choking on tears, but your clit throbs instead, and there's a tiny responsive lift of your hips when the finger draws out and then a little further in.
You shriek when they all cheer, and more hands grope at your thighs and pinch at you, someone shoving their hand up across your belly to palm your breasts. You flinch, squirming, and your next sob breaks on a moan.
The tongue dips and sucks at your clit, your pussy clenches, you're unable to stop it now- the way your hips relax and lift, chasing pleasure, while someone tickles the sole of your foot- your toes curl in, and they keep it up, as hysterical giggles start to break loose in your chest. Too much, hot mouth and wet pussy, your foot straining in the cuff, the hands touching and stroking and teasing, and there's an ache in your belly that gets tighter with every pounding heartbeat.
You barely even hear them over your panting breaths. "Oh, I think she's gonna go," someone drawls, and as the mouth on your pussy grins against you and sucks so hard your back arches, moaning, someone else licks across the sensitive skin under your knee, a tongue curls across the toes of your foot not being tickled- and you heave out a gasping, ragged moan and come in a hot pulse of pleasure, energy dripping out of your pussy along with your cum as your body sags on the bench.
You whimper when your clit is released, throbbing, and feel the slick wet squeeze of your pussy clench on the finger still gently stroking it, soft movements completely at odds with the way you're bound, the reality of the situation outside the heat in your belly. Thick fingers move up and down your pussy, petting it, and then you're shrieking and jolting from the bench again as both feet kick wildly, trying to escape the tickling, as it travels up and down your leg. The wild bursts of laughter sound unhinged to your own ears, what does it sound like to them- what do you look like, dripping pussy and your body swinging as you flail uselessly? Your chest heaving, squeals and sobs spilling past your lips, and a fresh wave of humiliation and fear builds with the second growing ache in your belly.
"No- no, stop-!" You beg, and instead get a hand on your stomach, tickling and pushing in turn, the hard, callused heel of their palm bearing down under your navel. They know, you realize, and sob through their laughter as you struggle so hard your shoulders pull in a sharp ache. Your stomach twists. You're still so wet from coming that the glob of spit landing on your clit barely registers under the other onslaught of sensations, but then- fingers pinch and rub your clit, there's multiple bodies crowding around you, holding you still as you shriek and beg for mercy, and then the first hot spurt of piss escapes your body- and then another, and another, each half-scream of laughter and despair urging it out of you, until the ache in your clit peaks and you come with a squeal and gush of slick cum and pee all puddling down between your thighs, soaking the bench, a relief so sharp it hurts, your cheeks burning with humiliation even as your pussy clenches and pulses, feeling swollen and heavy between your thighs.
You gasp for breath as the onslaught finally ebbs, gentle touches now tracing down your thighs and around your hips. Someone lifts your ass and squeezes it, spreading wet fingers over your skin. "There we go, good fucking girl," someone says, and sticky lips touch the thin skin over your ankle. "Not so bad huh? Does that feel better?"
Your head shakes back and forth even though they can't see you. "I wanna go home," you whimper, and this time Nikolai is who answers, his voice rough and low.
"Go home? When you haven't even begun to keep your end of the bargain? Should I have set you out for the regulars and let you cry on their cocks first after all?" He pauses, then slams a fist to the wall- you shriek. "Well? You'd rather be raped bloody? Eh?"
"No!" You wail, and then something rubs at your pussy- something thicker than a finger, hotter, slick at the head. "No, no wait- wait please, I can't- I haven't ever, I'm a virgin, please don't do this!" Your belly is tight and shaking, all the forced lassitude gone as your legs are bent back further, pressed to the wood of your- coffin, it suddenly feels like, not a cubicle or box but something suffocating.
The groans that answer you come with slick wet sounds, hands on cocks you realize, and Nikolai laughs. "Oh, we're aware, sweet girl," he says, "why else would I want you and not your house, or cars, or other labor? You're going to make me lots of money, even if the Ghost is who first gets you ready," and the thick cock is starting to push in, fighting your body's resistance. It hurts, a sharp sting that grows worse as he drags at your ass and hips, moving you on the bench.
"Nik, can we pull her out? Want a taste of those tits," someone says, and through your tears you hear an affirmative- and then Nik is in the box with you, unbuckling the cuffs on your wrists so swiftly you don't have time to react before they're crossed behind your head and rebuckled around the legs of the bench. You yank at them, metal rattling, and Nik kisses your cheek, dodging your head as it thrashes- you want to bite him.
"Ready?" He says, not to you, and hands grip your hips and the bench under your ass. "Now!" He says, and shoves forward on the upper half of the bench- you're pushed out, ribs and chest popping through the hole in the wall, leather squeezing over your breasts before they're suddenly assaulted by groping hands, pinching fingers- and you open your mouth on a wail as your pussy is forced down onto the waiting cock, the heavy fat length of it huge and throbbing as your pussy strains, resists, and then is breached fully with a sharp internal pop of flesh, a new ache to join the one in your chest, your ankles and thighs as your legs strain, the pain in your nipples as they're pinched and twisted.
"Fuuuck, so fucking tight, Nik," someone groans, the man fucking you, his hips sliding back and forth, grinding his cock into you. Your back arches, the only movement left to you. Nik cups your cheek in his hand, smiling down as you plead with him through the blurry layer of tears on your eyes- and then he braces his arm against the wooden front of your coffin, pulls out his cock, and drags the slick head of it over your face, your eyes, smearing the tears with it.
"Suck," he says, and lays it on your tongue; you limply drool around it as the man at your pussy grips your thighs and starts to fuck his cock deeper, hard pounds of his body that make your head spin. Someone plucks your nipple and then there's another cock being rubbed over it, broad hands cupping your breast and squeezing it, crushing it down on your chest under the weight of another big, heavy body, another leaking cock. Hands play with your stomach, your other breast, someone digs their fingers into your armpit, making you flinch.
And even in the midst of the pain and the fear and the begging, your pussy- still slick and swollen, still wet, every thrust growing wetter as blood is churned up inside you- starts to heat again, nerves teased with every slap of heavy, muscular hips to your skin, every time your clit is teased and rubbed by questing hands, even the stinging pain starting to fade and be eclipsed. Your hips raise up, as a soft sound squeaks out around Nikolai's cock on your tongue, and he grins and smacks at the front of the box again.
"Ghost! Feel that?" He asks, and pumps his cock further into your mouth; at the same time a hot, wet mouth seals over one of your nipples and sucks at the tender, swollen peak. Your head swims. "I told you virgin pussy could come if the girl is ripe for it." His free hand curls over your throat, a steady pressure, and he turns your head and starts fucking into your mouth, shallow thrusts that leave spurts of precome on your tongue, even as Ghost mutters something to the others and then begins- the whole box shakes, it's too- much- hard and fast and overwhelming, your breath catches- your clit is smacked against his groin as he bottoms out, a deliberate grind every time, your pussy sore and pulsing and squeezing around the huge cock forcing it to stretch, ruined and soaked and gushing, you can feel the mess of blood and slick splattering on your thighs, down your ass, and Nik wedges his thumb into your cheek, between your teeth, to keep you from biting down when you come with a groan and a trembling, shaking rush of heat and pleasure-pain, as Ghost echoes you and the first hot spurts of cum pump into your belly, into your sore, fluttering pussy, the slick mess of it all smeared by rough hands across your stomach, your breasts, sucked off fingers with appreciative moans.
Ghost withdraws and Nikolai keeps his thumb in place. "Good girl," he praises, and strokes his cock with his other hand now, "big girl, all grown up. No more cherry to pop. Say thank you that I let my friend do it and not a customer." He pulls hand and cock away, rubbing the head of it on your lips. You mumble something, disconnected, the little shivers running up and down your spine making your limbs tremble. "Eh, good enough."
He leaves you there, steps away with his cock still out and hard, and you weakly gasp for breath, floating as the men speak and murmur, as Ghost's cock slips out of your pussy as it clenches.
Then two hands stroke down your thighs, and another cock notches at your pussy, pressing in against the sting and flutter of abused flesh, and you find you can still cry more tears- new, burning hot ones, as your pussy burns under another pounding cock, another relentless forced entry into your body, no debt could be worth this, this humiliation and pain and misery- and even as the cock pounds into you, sharp snaps of the man's hips that draw him nearly out then fast back in, someone lays their head against your belly, nuzzles at your skin, and then a tongue flicks over your clit even as your pussy is fucked, a gentle little touch that you strain to keep feeling, little candle-flame flutters against the fire deep in your belly.
Your hips lift to chase the tongue, squirming when the cock withdraws, and you whine and moan wordlessly when the man's mouth seals fully over your clit and sucks. Hot-wet-tight-good, pure pleasure after the pain, and you gasp and roll your body into it mindlessly. A beard scrapes your breast, another wet mouth on your nipple again, and even faster than before you find the heat winding up tight, the little whimpering sounds in your throat bubbling up, and you're so close to coming and it's so good, nothing but pleasure and heat and you need it- you're hurting so much and you need something good, something sweet and easy-
The mouth vanishes, and the cock is back, pounding harder than before, and your voice cracks on a wail of despair, begging not to go home or to stop but:
"Please! please please I need it please let me cum please please cum please-!!"
"No," Nikolai says, his voice rough, and you realize he's the one fucking you now, his cock splitting you open, and you clench and shudder as he groans and fills you with his own cum, flicking your clit with his thumb like striking a match, too sharp and harsh to tip you over the edge.
Another third cock, this time with the slick folds of your pussy thumbed apart so your clit throbs alone, untouched, the burning pain sharp again inside you as the ruined flesh is pounded, fucked, used- so wet with cum now that it drips down your ass and joins the mess of your own piss and cum from before- and your eyes roll when someone else steps into the box, grips your head, and forces his cock into your mouth.
"There you go," a soft voice urges you, rich with an accent you can't place with your brain upside down and cum-soaked, "come on, let me in- open that little throat for me."
You choke, gagging, and the thick head of his cock pushes against the opening to your throat. You can't see his face, only a piece of his stomach, the edge of his opened jeans, and your pussy clenches down tight, burning and stinging, as your throat squeezes and is forced open as well, a second virginity ripped out of you. You gag, thrashing, and the cock pops free, stroking over your tongue before pounding into your throat again.
Your stomach rolls, nausea building as your gag reflex is pounded, but every time you nearly heave the man pulls out, strokes his cock over your tongue, prods at the inside of your cheeks- you're swimming in an ocean and going under the waves every time, pain and despair rippling down through you as any small pleasure vanishes, and you sob weakly when the man twists his hand in your hair and yanks, forcing you to swallow around him, and pumps thick, bitter cum into your throat, paints your tongue with it, your pussy clenching around another load of cum puddling inside you, dripping out.
You whimper when Nikolai pats your thigh and reminds you, "two more! I brought four friends. Almost done, more than halfway now, pretty girl." The man gripping your hair laughs.
"Aw, Nik, shoulda seen her face- fucking heartbroken."
Nikolai's head comes around, he's a blurry, massive bulk in your vision, as he thumbs a bit of cum off your lips and rubs it into your hair instead. "Aw, poor thing. Pussy sore?" Your head sags in a vague nod. It hurts. It's so sore it's fluttering, unable to close now, just a solid ache and throb from clit to hole.
He kneels, and pinches your ear, making you look at him. "A choice then, for being so good and coming on their cocks. You can get your pussy fucked twice more," you whine, "or, pay attention- you let the last two have that tight little ass instead."
There's twin moans outside your box. "Christ, Nik, I don't care what she says, if ass is available I'm taking it!" One snaps. "Waiting half the fucking night."
Nikolai smiles again, sharp toothed and nasty, and drops your head to bounce to the bench. "Hm, yes. Go ahead," and your mouth drops open on a long, soundless moan as fingers slick in your own cum and theirs prod down under your pussy, find your ass, and shove inside, two thick burning brands forcing even more of your flesh to stretch, to strain and tremble, hovering on the edge of a terrible, tearing pain.
The fingers thrust and roll in and out, sawing at you, and your belly clenches with a twisting ache. More slick is squeezed from your pussy with a hand on your lower belly, a thumb flicking your clit to make you whine, and all of it mixes into a wet, sticky mess that makes your skin crawl.
"Please no," you whisper, watching the ceiling spin, the camera and it's light uncaring as you blink tears down your temples. "No, I can't, I can't," but the camera keeps watching as the hot head of a cock is lined up, a finger in your pussy prodding and stroking, finding the sore, aching nerves inside, and as you flinch and whine it presses further in, breaching the tight rim of your hole, and a little weak spurt of piss is forced out of your bladder as the man bears his weight down on you, groans and swears and slowly forces the full length of his cock into your ass.
It burns, worse than your pussy, your body clenching and shaking to try and get it out again. Too much, too big and hot and awful, your sore pussy clenching on the finger in it only because the whole entire mess of your used flesh is clenching, trying to force the intrusion out.
It doesn't work.
He only grinds in deeper, moans and plays with your pussy, stroking your clit, urging more slick cum down to soak the base of his cock as it moves in you. It feels like it's in your lungs, and someone else sighs and drags their hand over your belly, up to cup your breast, and tenderly thumbs your nipple.
Slow, solid pumps of his hips, soft little rubs on your nipple. Your brain can't figure out what to focus on, the pain or the too-light distracting touch following it, forced to stay present and feeling it all, and you hiccup around a cry and drool cum down your cheek when there's a wet, hot splash across your breasts, trickling down to your throat, under the edge of the padded hole and into your hair-
They're pissing on you.
Another splash of it, and you give up. You can't even try and fight it, can't force the cock out of your body or their piss off your skin or even make the torn, bloody insides of your pussy regrow- you're a used up fucked up piece of flesh to pay off a debt, you'll be handed off to paying customers once these sadists are finished and you won't even know when you'll be free again.
Your own piss joins the puddle of theirs, wetting down between your legs, and all the tension drops out of you at once. The man in your ass groans, finding it easier with less resistance, and his hips snap to yours faster, wetter, chasing his pleasure. Someone looks in on you, though you can't see who, and makes a satisfied sort of noise.
The hot cum in your ass isn't even a surprise, or a new humiliation, just a notch in the long list of misery unfolding in front of you. Why not make your ass burn and tear and squeeze out more cum? Why not stretch your hole to the breaking point and spit inside it, groping hands and fingers pinching at you, smacking your pussy, your clit.
Your ankles are uncuffed, your wrists cross as you're rolled over to lay flat on your stomach, and now your ass is more available- and they take advantage, heavy palms slapping across your cheeks, your thighs, sharp cracks on your flesh until you make a thin, weak cry, skin throbbing and burning, and then the last cock is forced into your aching hole, the cum and slick and blood all smearing together as he fucks you hard.
He's harder than all the others, cruel with it even past what you had already endured- his fingers jab into the soft, bruising flesh of your ass, pinch so deep into your thighs your muscles jerk and spasm to break his hold even as your mind slips further away. A big hand cups your face, turns you to look up, and a stream of piss flows into your mouth, making you choke and sputter, as two fingers join the cock ripping your ass apart.
You whimper and try to spit it out, but the hand crushes down over your mouth and nose, forcing you to swallow, the awful salty taste sticking to your tongue, in your nose, as your body swings between giving up and survival.
Giving up wins again, and your head drops down to the bench again, lungs burning, dark spots floating in your eyes. Your ass is a burning mass of pain, your pussy close behind it, and the man digs in a third finger and comes with his other hand under you, pinching your clit so hard lightning crackles through you and whites you out and finally nothing at all, just the peace and bliss of a long dark tunnel with nothing at the end.
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You wake in pain, head pounding, still laid on the bench but pulled fully inside your box now. The cuffs are gone but the evidence remains, bruises and marks and the sticky, half-dried evidence smeared on your skin, the stinging, burning ache between your legs, in your throat. You moan, trying to sit up, and you shift your legs and realize there's something inside you, something thick and heavy in both your holes, forcing abused skin and flesh to stay stretched and open.
A new horror starts to trickle in when Nikolai comes back inside, his cock back in his pants but that same smile on his face. "Sleeping beauty," he says, "have a good rest? Feel better?"
You stare at him dully. Whatever he's put in you or decides to do to you- what does it matter?
He shrugs when you don't answer. His hand comes down on your arm, urges you to stand even as you gasp, lightheaded, swaying on your feet. You feel weak as a baby stumbling to the door. "A good first night, I think. You'll go clean up and rest now, and I will fetch you for work when ready." He guides you down a dark hall and to another small room, the same camera in the corner, a bed, a shower on the other side. You yelp and collapse when he pushes you into it, and turns on a hard jet of cold water.
He aims the spray between your legs, and you flinch back, throbbing, and the plugs inside you are squeezed, shifting. You can't bring yourself to feel them, to touch where you're so sore and swollen. It all surrounds you in a mindless fog, pieces jabbing through as Nikolai leaves with the door locking behind him. Work, work, pay a debt with a body already torn and bruised and hurt- and you start to slowly weep again when you realize just how totally fucked you're going to be.