Kayla woke up when somebody hit on her metallic cage with a wooden stick. She knew what that meant, she had work to do. Not long after one of her handlers opened the padlock and she and her roommate crawled out. They two barely fit in the cage laying, so they slept sitting one in front of the other. She didn't even knew her name because they weren't allowed to talk, and it wouldn't matter anyways, because girls didn't spend much time in that warehouse, and after that they wouldn't meet again.

They walked along the corridor to the showers to get ready. They cleaned themselves quickly with cold water and the minimum amount of shampoo they managed to use, because they had to pay for it and it was expensive. Kayla had gotten that job because of a debt. She had to work to pay the debt but her handlers never allowed her to work enough to pay both the fees and her daily expenses, and so the debt kept growing. Therefor she saved money from all the sources possible. For that reason she had cut her hair to a short pixie, to save shampoo and water.

From the showers the girls went to the dressing room to get their equipment. Kayla grabbed a latex thong so thin that she couldn't have both of her lower lips covered at the same time, and after walking a bit the thong would move and both of them would be on sight. Aside from that she also grabbed a short plastic raincoat so short that only reached to the middle of her thighs. It didn't cover anything because it was transparent anyways and because it had no buttons or zippers, but protected her from the cold air, barely. At last she grabbed a couple of high heeled sandals because most of the clients hated dirty feet. A minority of them loved dirty feet tho.

From there they went to the garage where they got in a ban along other ten girls. A bunch of chains ended in clasps hung from a ring on the ceiling. Kayla and the others grabbed a chain and clasped it to the ring at the front of their two inch tall metallic collars. Along the trip the ban would likely take several curves and the girls had no more safety solution than grabbing the chain with their hands.

About twenty minutes later they arrived to another garage where the handler ordered them to get out. They were told to go to the elevator and up to one of the floors where they would find a party of sorts, with lots of guys. They knew what they had to do. Put on a smile, pretend that they were having fun and say yes to everything. The handlers would negotiate an extra payment later if one of the girls were injured, they just had to obey and shut up.

The party had between twenty and thirty men, more than two per girl. They smiled, removed their coats, if they had any, and approached the closest man to offer their services. In no time Kayla found herself laying on a table with a penis in her pussy, a second one in her mouth and a third on her hand. Her escarce thong was ripped off, which upset her because she'd had to pay for it, and her handlers would charge her about thrice the normal price.

She tried to keep up with the rhythm that the men set. With her mouth and hands she acted as quick as possible to end sooner to tire the men and to be able to go visit other clients in the same day. Some guys noticed that and asked her to go slower, which she did with a smile. The guys in her pussy and ass just had their own speed and she had very little control, aside from clenching her internal muscles to apply more pressure to help them finish.

For the newbies was very hard pleasuring a guy while they had a penis pistoning in and out, often painfully, but Kayla was a seasoned slut with hundreds of penises of experience and knew what to do. Just ignore her feelings and pleasure, and do her job.

Something new happened though. Something unexpected. A man asked the others to fuck off in an authoritarian tone and took her to a private room with a couch. There he sat her on the backseat of the couch from the back and penetrated her pussy, while comfortably holding her back and thighs with his arms. She didn't use to look at their faces because she had too many clients to remember them anyways, but with him she did and exception. He wasn't particularly handsome but he had kind eyes. Not only that, he also had a nice penis and a nice rhythm that allowed her to enjoy it, as she had no other thing to do at the moment. Having only one penis inside implied losing time and money, and that wasn't good, but that man was actually treating her like a person, instead of a piece of meat, and trying to give her some pleasure. And so she forgave the loss of money just for that little moment of joy.

She orgasmed for the first time in weeks and he followed suit. Then they just stood there in silence looking at each other. A few minutes later he got hard and penetrated her again. That second time she hugged his hips with her legs and his neck with her arms and allowed herself to enjoy it in full, relishing every second. Impossible to know how many penises she would have to deal with until she found another one that cared. After they orgasmed for the second time they just stayed there, hugging, looking at each other.

-How big is your debt?- He asked suddenly.

-There is no debt, sir. I am a fucking, sucking, cock hungry, wanton slut. No more than three holes to fill. I don't get paid for this, all the money goes to charity.- Her handlers had made her memorize that, and say it if somebody asked.

-Tell your owners that I will buy you no matter the cost.

-May... May I ask what for, sir?- She stuttered. Some people bought girls like her to be allowed to do the kind of nasty stuff that her handlers wouldn't allow because they had no use for a beaten, bloody, maimed slut.

-I will marry you and make you the mother of my children.

-But, sir...- He got hard and entered her for the third time.

-Just say yes.

-Yes!

Eveything faded to black. An instant later Kayla woke up again in the FantLab clinic. The doctor removed her helmet, taking care not to break the wires, and undid the velcro straps on her wrists and ankles. At her left a man was sitting in a similar chair and the doctor's assistant was doing the same. The man looked at her and grabbed her hand.

Nobody said anything. Kayla and the man just got up and left, as they had already paid. Each of them got in a different car parked closely to each other and drove to their houses, the man following her at a short distance. They arrived to the suburban area where their houses were. She parked and he did the same a few plots farther.

When she got out of the car she looked at the man but he was merely walking towards the front door of his house, so she did the same onto hers. Just before opening the door she looked again, and he was this time looking back. She sent him a kiss with a gesture of her hand and he replied placing a hand over his heart and nodding. Then they both turned around and entered in their respective houses. Her husband and sons were about to arrive and so would do his wife. They musted leave their shared fantasies behind.