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I wanted to scream in hate but I was terrified of him and at the same time, my two options were both equally horrible. I could agree to let his friends fuck me willingly and therefore be humiliated over and over as they used my body. The worst might be that I’d end up getting betrayed by my body again and he’d proven then that all I was a whore as he says or I could struggle and he’s hurt me again, probably even more and then I’d end up raped again anyway. I was just about to make up my mind when he did it for me by zapping my collar «Hurry up bitch» he said as I yelped in pain and quickly agreed «Yes, yes, ok I’ll do it, I’ll let them fuck me without fighting» I said sobbing. I still couldn’t see him in the dark but I knew he was smiling, the bastard! He’d finally broken me.