[C] Tiffany’s New Life As A Cumslut [Part 1] [Rape] [Gang Rape] [Branding] [Internal Urination] [Prostitution] [Mind Break] [18+ All Characters]

[Features: Rape, gangrape, branding, suffering, yuri, sexual racism, BBC gang, internal urination. This is a harder one.]

It was a dark and dreary night and down a cold path a woman walked. The city was nearly dead silent at this time and it was doing nothing to help Tiffany’s nerves. She was alone and walking quickly. The day had started out so well and then gone nearly immediately to shit. She had been contacted by a modeling agency after seeing a few pictures of her online. She’d done her due diligence and checked around online, making sure they were legitimate and found out they weren’t just known, but well known. Doing everything from magazines, to calendars, to commercials. She’s been more than happy to go. After all, she didn’t look bad.

Standing at around 5’7, she was a beautiful Asian woman. Long black hair, perky breasts, perky ass, thick thighs, and even a cute face, she knew she was a whole four course meal. The idea of seeing herself on a billboard made her heart spike.

So of course it hadn’t happened.

There had been a hold up in traffic after a crash, that had lasted for two hours. She had arrived late and they would thankfully just allow her to reschedule. Something she would have known sooner, if she hadn’t forgotten her phone in the rush to get there. The traffic back would have been just a grueling. That would have been a “bad” day. When she went outside to get her car, it was gone. She had panicked, thinking it had been stolen, only for the snooty asshole of a manager of the hotel next door to take time out of his busy day, to personally come up and tell her what she had happened. He had gotten her car towed. It wasn’t even his parking lot! Sure, she had parked in a no parking place but she had only been inside for, what? 5 minutes? 10 minutes?

She had nearly decked the smarmy bastard in the face. He was smug beyond reason. He was reveling in her anger. She felt so mad that she was sure that her head must have looked like it was on fire. She had eventually managed to get him to at least give them the number for the company, without murdering him.

That started a whole new hell. Call after call, being passed onto one person after the other, just trying to get car back. Eventually, after a few hours, they gave her an address. That was where she was walking now. Cold, a little hungry, incredibly angry, and a bit unnerved. She was all alone at night, surrounded by nothing but buildings. The road had maybe one car passing every few minutes.

She took deep breaths, trying not to let fear overwhelm her. So it was cold and dark and she was alone. That was fine. It was going to be fine. She just needed to get to the tow company, get her car, go home, and drink some wine. Just get a little drunk and let this day become just another bad memory. Put it all behind her.

As she was walking on the sidewalk, another car began to pass her by. She glanced at it and froze for a moment. That singular moment, that singular hesitation, would change her life forever. She had looked left, not even really out of curiosity, more just a biological human response to seeing something near you, to at least look at that thing. So she was caught completely flat footed when the car, was a white van. A white van with its side door already open and three black men inside, standing up, waiting.

The second the van was next to her, it slammed on the breaks, making a loud squeal and the men jumped out, grabbing her. She didn’t even have time to scream before all four of them were back in the van, it speeding away off into the night.

A woman looked out from apartment window, curious of the noise, and just saw a van driving off into the night. She went back to her show, thinking nothing of it.

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For Tiffany, her world had changed radically in what felt like microseconds. Standing, now she was lying. Alone, now she was anything but alone. Calm but a little scared, now she was freaking out and fear was racing up her spine at speeds that would scare any doctor. Her body seemed to already have gotten the message long before her mind had as she realized she was screaming and kicking and punching.

“Get her legs already!”

“I’m trying!”

“Hurry up!”

There were three black men in the van with her. One was grabbing her legs, squeezing so hard it hurt. Another was wrapping something around her feet and up her legs. She couldn’t see the other one but she felt him as her arms were similarly being pressed against each other. She heard a clink but her mind was scrambled. Part of her was panicking like, no, as the wild animal she was. The primitive side of her having fully taken over and fighting for her life. The rest of her higher functions were frozen in a complete state of shock.

“Got her arms!”

“Legs almost done!”

For a moment, the terror nearly lessened down to a manageable level. Down to a level where she went from frozen to realization. It would have been gentle all things considered. As gentle as such a realization as you’re being kidnapped can be.

Then there was hand over her mouth.

Animals don’t like hands over their mouth, or especially on their face.

“Ow! Fuck, what did you do?!”

“Just hurry up! This yellow pig’s moving around too much.”

Now Tiffany had gone from afraid/shocked to afraid/terrified. Her blood ran cold, her mind became a frozen wasteland of terror, her skin went pale, her struggling took on a whole new edge, like a coyote willing to saw off its own arm to get out of a trap.

Her higher brain functions had sadly returned and it was not happy at all with her position in existence.

Sadly for it and the rest of her that was coming back to reality, the gang, and it was a gang in the truest sense of the word, had finished wrapping her up. Her wrists and ankles were linked together with handcuffs, while her legs together with what seemed to be rope. One of the man near her legs had moved up to hold arms down, another focused the legs, while the third was hovering above her, with his hand clamped over her mouth, preventing her from even screaming.

The third man was where all her attention was, not just because he was holding her, and she could only feasibly look up. It was because he was staring down at her, with a smile on his face.

She could feel the heat from his hand, the grip, on her face as he stared into her eyes. Her struggling slowed as her heart beat only raced higher. So fast and hard in her chest with the adrenaline pumping that her vision seemed to swim and her pupils seemed to shake.

“Hey.”

“Oh god damn it.”

“Fuck you Breaker.”

The grip on her arms and legs tightened, holding her down with what felt like all they had. The man looking at her hadn’t even reacted, just continued talking at her.

“You’re now the property of The Keepers. You’ll do what we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it. But don’t worry, you’ll get paid for it. Make us $10k and we’ll let ya go!”

Tiffany couldn’t believe the words she was hearing, partially literally. It was all happening too fast, it was all too much.

“Oh, but just so ya know,” He leaned in, close, right next to her face, she could smell his horrible breath on her. “Most of the work will be on your back, you little slut.”

Then he laughed as Tiffany mind halted, spun, started up again, and then she started trying to claw and scream with all her might, calling for help. The two other men grimaced and rolled their eyes as they now had to hold an annoying woman all the way back to their base.

The Van stopped, Tiffany not having relented for a moment. The all-encompassing terror of being raped, no, literally gang raped, was pushing her to heights she never could have imagined even a day ago. Three men grabbed and dragged her inside, just barely being able to hold her even with their combined strength. They were merely annoyed, Tiffany had the strength only the doomed could have on their side. Luckily for the men, the driver got out and helped open the door. Tiffany barely saw her surroundings. She was busy. Eventually, they managed to haul her into a room that was different from the others. If Tiffany could have gasped, she would have. It was less a room and looked more like where someone would commit an autopsy. A nearly featureless room, almost completely empty, except for a black curtain on the back wall, and a long, wide metal table in the middle. With straps.

It took effort, time, and one of the men nearly lost an eye at one point, but they managed to force Tiffany onto the table and tie her down. They had fought a long and hard battle, but it was four strong black men against one relatively tiny Asian woman. She never stood a chance. The previous rope and handcuffs were removed, and now she was laying with her back flat against a table, legs cuffed apart, arms cuffed to her sides. She still struggled but the most she could do was maybe raise her stomach a little.

“Alright, phew. Always a bitch to deal with huh?”

“Yeah you can say that again. So, I’ll go ahead and-”

“Oi! You know the rules!”

“I always win anyway.”

“Fuck you Breaker. You can’t always win!”

The man, apparently called Breaker, smiled at that. The other men had a mix of a grumble and a smirk on their faces as well.

Then they started to play rock paper scissors. All four of them. Tiffany watched in bafflement. It was just too out of the blue to, well, everything else. But it was a short game, Breaker won nearly immediately.

“God fucking damn it! How?! You must be cheating you fuck!”

“Prove it! Now stop you’re whining, you’ll get your turn.”

As four they all turned back at Tiffany. She had been shocked and more than anything, had heard mouth covered nearly the whole way by a thick hand. Facing the eyes of four men, kidnapped, strapped to a metal table, there was only one thing she could do.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! HELP!!!!”

“Jesus she’s loud!”

“HELP! HELP! I NEED HELP!”

Tiffany continued screaming, three of the guys holding their ears and waiting her out. Breaker on the other hand had walked behind her, into a small room behind the curtain. Tiffany screamed but none of the men moved to stop her. In fact, one just smirked, looking like he was on the edge of laughter.

“HEl-MMM!”

Tiffany felt something go inside her mouth. It was roughly pulled back, hands going underneath her head. She struggled, pulling, trying to whip her head away, but she had been caught by surprise and by someone who had done this before. The hands and the pulling stopped and with horror Tiffany realized she couldn’t close her mouth anymore. Something was propping it open. She looked up and staring back at her were those same eyes from earlier, on the same black man.

“Ha! Enjoying yourself you whore? Ring gag. Keeps you from getting too bitey.”

A ring gag. Tiffany was wearing a ring gag. Her heart beat stamped it’s way through her, threatening to leap outside her chest, but to her horror Breaker wasn’t done. She was eye level with his crotch, but could only look up. Her near the very edge of the table. She felt it before she saw it. Something hard, big, meaty, slapping on top of her face. She tried to roll her head away from it instinctively, only succeeding on moving it to her cheek. Then she realized what was on top of her. His dick. Breaker had pulled out his dick and was resting it on top of her face. A scream came out of her.

Below, she felt something new, and quickly glanced down. Her pants were being pulled down. She only saw it for a moment before the table did something she didn’t realize it could. Breaker pulled part of it down, causing her head to fall back. No longer was a dick on top of her face while she looked in horror at someone pulling her clothes off. Now she could only feel what those hands were doing, as she saw nuts hanging before her, her vision upside down.

She screamed one last time, before she was silenced. Breaker had had enough of her annoying voice and rammed his cock down her throat. Tiffany felt as his hard dick travelled down her throat, could feel it as she reached the base of his body, his nuts hitting her, as she gagged and choked. As she tried to scream and fail. As one of the other men finally got on top of her, pressing themselves against her body, as she felt the air press against her pussy. They had pulled her pants down to her ankles. And yet still she was tormented further, even through her terror and despair and disgust. Because she could hear Breaker.

“Better get use to it! Gotta break you in, ya know? But don’t worry you ugly slut, we’ll rent you out and make some good money and then you can leave.”

She felt it as someone’s dick rammed into her, penetrating her. She tried to scream or crawl away, only for it to fail.

“Ooo, the yellow one’s always have those tight pussies! Don’t worry boys, you’ll get your turn after use.”

Her hell began. Breaker fucked her face. Not a blowjob or anything even close, he rammed in and out of her face no different than if it was her vagina. She gagged and choked and gasping for any air she could get. All the while she felt a different dick fuck her, a different man’s hand grab her waist and ram into her, pressing himself against her body. He was rough and cared only his own pleasure, his nails biting into her sides.

As the seconds ticked by into minutes, and tears streamed down her face, she thought it would never end. It felt like time had stood still, letting her be raped and fucked for an eternity. Finally, finally it came to a close. A horrible, terrible ending.

She had no warning as suddenly a bitter salty taste coated her mouth and tongue. As she felt cum pour down into her mouth, as he pulled back out, purposefully rubbing against her tongue. She might have thrown up if she wasn’t busy gasping for air and continually gagging. The other side of things was no better as she soon felt a final thrust into her and something warm begin to fill her up.

A shudder of revulsion and horror went through her body.

“Aww yeah, that’s the good stuff.”

Breaker just stood there, dick hanging out, as the man slowly peeled himself away from her. It was worse, she had no idea how, but it was worse. Breaker had taken her focus but feeling the man who raped her, pull his dick slowly out of her vagina, was awful in a way she would never be able to describe.

“Hey, ugly pig. Slut filled with cum, you listening?”

Breaker had lifted her head up, once again looking down at her. His next action made a whimper come out of her. He spit on her face.

“Yeah you Asian whore. This is your new life. Serve us well and we’ll let you free. But if you fuck around? Well, feel free to ask why we needed a new one.”

He dropped her head, leaving her hanging upside down. She cried silent tears, that soon became hoarse screams at the next words.

“Alright boys, your turn.”

“Ughh, I hate going second.”

“Hey, speak for yourself. It’s like natural lube.”

“Shut the fuck up you gay fuck.”

A new man got on top of her. A new man walked behind her head. Soon, a new dick was ramming into her pussy and a new dick was fucking her face. Now she knew, she was in hell. And hell lasted forever.

In that moment, Tiffany broke just a little.

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Two days. That’s what they said. That it had been two days. That first night had lasted till morning, everyone in the gang getting a turn. She’d lost count of how many members they had. She reeked of cum, filling her up. Her stomach had felt full, her tongue feeling like it would only ever be able to taste cum again. It had been agony. She was sure she was pregnant and she forced that thought away as hard as she could, ignoring it. She had been forced to show, the others saying how no one wanted a cum soaked hooker to fuck them. The shower had been heaven in a slice of torment. It had broke her more than the rape had. The brief feeling of being clean and whole again causing her to finally break down. Then she had been “released”. Like an animal, like a pet. No restraints, except she couldn’t leave the building.

She hadn’t left the room.

Men would check on her, they all looked the same to her at this point. Sometimes they would grope her, telling her to hold still. The first time she hadn’t, she had expected violence. He had simply smiled wide, a tooth missing, and said:

“Want me to get the whole gang in here?”

She had stopped, not moving, allowing him to squeeze her breasts and her ass, before he left after giving her some food. She knew what they were doing, she wasn’t stupid. They were training her. The old her, of just a few days ago, would have been angry. The new her was scared. She knew what you did to dogs that disobeyed.

You punished them.

She shuddered. So she didn’t do anything. She ate, showered, drank, and slept. Her mind eventually found its way back to her. She’d never be the same but thoughts other than pure terror rose up. They mostly just added flavor the terror.

‘Oh my god. Am I stuck here?’

‘Is it going to happen again? Are they going to rape me again?’

‘I’m pregnant. I definitely got pregnant. Oh my god. Oh my god.’

‘They said I could earn my way out.’

That last thought she yanked on with the ferocity only the truly broken could ever hope to obtain. It was her one and only hope. The last little piece in her mind and heart that gave her a concrete way out of this. She couldn’t escape, her room didn’t have a window and the thought of trying to sneak out at night just-

Cum filling her. Her pussy already full, soaked, as another dick shoves it’s way in. Another, another. Thrusts, pushes against her walls, sends those horrible signals to her brain as pleasure starts to mix in with everything else. Her throat raw and sore from meat grinding against it, her tongue more soaked than her vagina, only tasting cum, more cum, another dick, another-

She shook herself and rocked back and forth, her arms around her knees. No. No trying to escape. She would, she would earn her way out of here. Yeah. Yeah. That’s it. Just, what was the number? What the number?!

‘“You’re now the property of The Keepers. You’ll do what we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it. But don’t worry, you’ll get paid for it. Make us $10k and we’ll let ya go!”’

$10,000. All she had to do was earn…. $10,000.

A lot. Oh god it was a lot. But she could do it. Would do it. Had to do it.

Her door opened and she nearly scrambled away. It was Breaker. He did not look happy.

“Oi, you ugly shitstain. You think we’re running a bed and breakfast? You better be ready to open up those legs or you’ll end up losing them.”

He stared her down and she weakly nodded.

“Good. Damn, we let you keep that shit on? Get naked.”

She stared at him but he was fully serious. Slowly, she started to take off her shirt, trembling the whole time.

“Do I have to smack some sense into ya?! I’m not looking for a show right now you cumdump. Get those fucking clothes off!”

With fear she quickly found herself standing naked in front of Breaker. He looked her up and down.

“Bit ugly but it’ll do I guess.”

His words stabbed at her heart, just a little bit, and made her swell up with self-disgust. She shouldn’t want any of these monsters to like how she looks.

Breaker walked to her closet and threw some strips at her.

“Wear that. Actually, you know what? Only wear that. And never anything else. Ever.”

He stared at her, fully serious. She looked down at what was now in her hands and cried. It was barely clothes. It was a red string bikini.

She put it on, thankful she wasn’t walking out naked, hating that she was thankful for that.

“Good, now let’s go.”

He took her outside. As in, not just outside her room, she kept walking with him and she soon found herself, standing in broad daylight, outside. She stared at the sun, at the city, it feeling foreign to her. Her heart welled up with emotion. Part of her truly expected to literally never again see the light of day.

She turned and Breaker was smiling at her. She actually physically took a step back. His words were slow, measured, breathy. Horny.

“Go ahead. Try to run. I’d love to see it.”

She stood there, shaking lightly. Not just from the cold, but from the purely hungry gaze in his eyes. That hadn’t been there before. He frowned.

“Tch. Fine. Stand here. This is Keeper territory. Anyone around will know what’s up. If a guy approaches you, take him inside, see Mikey to take the money, and then go fuck him in your room. You play nice with customers or else. Make enough, we let you go. Got it?”

She nodded and then he was back inside and she was left standing there, stunned. She was just… outside, alone. No, not alone. She looked around and blushed. She was wearing nothing but a red string bikini and people were staring at her. All of the same…. Ethnicity. All of them looking like thugs or hobos. Gang members she realized or people close to them. Almost everyone around her was a man. A lot of them with hungry looks in their eyes. There were some men walking with women around their arms, or even other women standing outside like herself. Some of the women were also giving her hungry looks. She blanched.

She stood there, a minute passing, her mind tumbling. Couldn’t she just… go? Walk away? Escape? It had seemed impossible before but now…

A man approached her and terror gripped her mind. He didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate. He just slipped an arm around her waist and they were walking inside. Mikey was right near the door. The man hadn’t said a word to her but he spoke to Mikey.

“How much?”

“$100.”

“Ah. Fine.”

He pulled a $100 out of his pocket and gave it to Mikey. He then waited, hand around her waist, before he seemed to get annoyed.

“Room?”

This was the only word spoken at her and she blinked and started guiding the man. Her brain kicked in and she nearly ran away right then and there. She never would have made it past the man, let alone past the door. She was a whore. She was being sold. The man had paid to fuck her. She was guiding him to a room where this random stranger was going to fuck her. Another part of Tiffany fell away as she realized that it was either this or something far worse. She kept walking, that small piece of hope left in her, grabbing onto the amount.

$100. 1 man = $100. 100 men. She needed to…. Deal with… 100 men. She needed to deal with 100 men and then she would earn her freedom.

She, she could do it. She could do this. She walked back to her room, with the man’s arm around her waist.

She got inside and the man let go. She turned around and took him in for the first time. He seemed like an older man. She didn’t know how old though. He had a stoic, almost bored look on his face.

He undid his pants and let his cock fall out. Tiffany was stunned for a moment at the suddenness of it.

“Well? It ain’t gonna suck itself. Get on your knees already.”

Tiffany did so. This whole situation, it was too much. Way too much. Her heart was beating and her stomach was turning. Was she really going to-

“Hurry up already.”

She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and put it in her mouth. It awful, awful in a new way. She wasn’t being raped, this wasn’t 100% being forced on her. A part of her was choosing to do this to avoid being raped worse. But still, even if it meant avoiding a worse fate, she was actually doing this. Sucking some random man’s cock after he had paid someone for it. She kept sucking, feeling his dick slide in out of her mouth, keeping her disgust down. The minutes ticked by before he came with no warning. He hadn’t lasted long.

“Ugh. I paid money for this? Terrible.”

He pulled up his pants and left, leaving her on her knees, with a mouth full of cum. She was so, confused. Her mind caught up a moment later and she spit it out onto the floor. That was… not good, bad even, it brought back horrible memories from a few days ago. But it was easier. She, she could do this. 99 more men. 99 more.

She walked back outside, feeling like an idiot. She could’ve, she could’ve just stayed inside. Pretended she had done this all day. But the gang would probably know. Then, they would do horrible things to her. She walked back outside, into the light of day, wearing nothing but A red string bikini and just having a man cum in her mouth. Her life had turned upside down so fast, it didn’t even feel like it made sense. Was this whole area owned by gangs? Was no one going to call the cops, to help her? Was the city really this bad off? These were the thoughts she distracted herself with before another man came up to her.

“Yo! Keeper’s got a new girl huh? Well let’s go, I’m looking for some action.”

He smiled at her, seeming happy and ready to go. It was jarring, it was unnerving. She turned around and walked inside, knowing what was about to happen again, trying to ignore reality. Trying to just, keep moving along. Get to the end of the light in the tunnel.

“Huh. Quiet one? You new new? Ooo, nice. Well, dontcha worry, just keep your grip strong and feet planted.”

His words, his behavior, it sickened her. It took her a moment to realize why. He had to know she wasn’t here by choice. That he was raping her. It’s not like she could refuse. And yet he was still happy, treating her like this was her new job. Like she was just a new employee that had shown up. She felt a slight burning return to her. Anger. Still, she swallowed that down too, not like she had a choice. She would escape, she would get out of here. Just be nice, and quiet, and leave this hell. Go back to her old life. No, not just that, move far far away from here. Yeah, yeah that’s what she’d do right after she was done going through all of this.

“Oh? Jerome, how’s it hanging?”

“Yo Mikey! Good good, see ya got a new new girl. Gonna break her in a bit. How much she for?”

“$100.”

“Ah Mikey, surely you can give me a little discount?”

“$90.”

“Sweet, thanks Mikey!”

Tiffany froze, her small shineo of hope wobbling, threatening to collapse. No, no that wasn’t fair. That wasn’t fair. They can’t just, just change her price! But, they could. They could. Now, it wasn’t 99 more, but 100 more men she would need to do. That $10 was such a small thing, but it meant getting raped an extra time. Fine, it was fine. She’d just, deal with it. Just, just one more guy. It was alright.

“Come on, come on, we got some fun to be having and you to be screwing.”

If her first customer had been older, this was younger, barely legal, and chipper as they come. She led them back to her room, and hated that she had already started thinking of it as her room instead of her prison.

“Alright, grab hold of the bed’s railing and spread your legs.”

A light went off inside Tiffany’s head and she had to resist a scream. Of course she couldn’t just suck 101 dicks, no, they could do whatever they wanted to her. She turned around, trying not to cry, and leaned down, grabbing hold of the railings, spreading her legs.

He felt his hands grab her underwear, pulling them down, exposing her ass and pussy. Presenting it to him.

“Now hold strong okay? I even brought a bit of lube this time.”

Lube? Why would he-

She shot up and turned around, a surprised man looking back at her.

“Y-You can’t!”

“Huh? Why, you gotta go or something first?”

“Y-you. What are you planning to do?”

He looked at her and smirked.

“Doesn’t matter. Now turn around. I know the score. You ain’t gonna refuse. Breaker earned that name cuz he breaks women. So spread that perky ass of yours or I’ll get him, cuz I don’t mind going half and half on chinese.” He chuckled to himself like what he said was hilarious.

Tiffany grit her teeth, that anger rising in her. She could punch him. She could knock him out and make a run for it and… then what? Have a whole gang after her? She probably wouldn’t make it out of the door.

She closed her eyes and grimaced, seething with frustration and despair and hate and horror. She turned around, grabbed the railing, and spread her legs.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ve got some lube.”

A minute passed and then she felt it. A dick pressed up against her asshole. She tried to turn away, innately, but he grabbed her sides, one of his hands still covered in lube, smearing it on her. He held her steady and pushed and pushed. It wouldn’t go in, it was starting to hurt. He hadn’t used nearly enough lube and she had rarely ever done anal.

He pushed. And pushed. Pain. It hurt. It hur-

It went in.

She was frozen in shock, the pain like getting stabbed. He didn’t care, shoving it further and further in. She tried to move but the pain and a firm hand on her back prevented that.

“Ooo. Tight.”

The pressure and pain hit her like a tidal wave.

“GET OUT! GET OUT!!!”

She screamed and he laughed. She tried to move, to stand up, to pull herself off from where she being impaled, but he grabbed her arms and pulled back, moving his legs to her sides. She couldn’t, she couldn’t move!

“Not the first whore to get mad ya know? But hey! You aren’t bleeding! So just relax, it’ll be fine.”

He pulled and thrusted deep inside her ass, sending a whole new wave of agony up and down her body. Like a corrupt electric shock. She went to scream but nothing came out, it was just that sort of pain, the kind that left you stunned.

He didn’t relent, thrusting in and out harder and harder, faster. She trembled, her body shook, and a terrible wailing groan practically fell out of her. Actual tears, from physical abuse instead of any sort of emotion, appeared on her.

To literally add insult to injury, he was slapping her ass.

“Oh yeah! Get it girl!”

His hard black dick was destroying her ass, destroying her. She felt it, could feel it in great detail even, as her ass squeezed the hell out of it, trying to get it out of her, without success. He just shoved and pulled, treating her like a toy. Like his own personal fleshlight. It wasn’t worse than being gang raped, it was its own new awful, completely separate.

He came deep inside, she knew for sure. There was no mistaking that warm feeling she was getting disturbingly familiar with, even if it was in a new location. Her groans of pain were still just as loud.

“Aww yeah. Your ass was great, best $90 ever. Now hold still, gotta finish up. Always get that need after a good fuck ya know?”

Then she felt something almost… soothing on her nearly ripped ass. It was a stream and-

“NO!”

He was peeing inside her! He was using her like his own personal toilet. She struggled, trying to break out of his grip, but it was hopeless. She had to stand there and take it, feeling him piss inside her ass, before he finally finished. He let go and she fell to the ground, cum and piss flowing out of her.

“Was good yeah? See ya again soon!”

And then he walked away, just like that. Tiffany laid there, in pain and humiliation. She had been used like a toilet and brutally fucked in the ass. And she still had 99 more men to go.

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