[Features: Rape, gangrape, branding, suffering, yuri, sexual racism, BBC gang]

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.

On unsteady legs, Tiffany stood. Slowly, slowly she walked back outside. She wasn’t really thinking anymore she just needed to get away. To get away from this hell. To escape. She made it outside and just kept walking. Just kept going. No one stopped her, no one tackled her. She was, she was really making it out!

She kept going, her heart beating like a drum, not knowing where she was heading. All she had on was a red string bikini out in broad daylight and the few people that passed her, nearly all black men, raised a few eyebrows. Some were eyes full of pity. Others were eyes full of lewd desires. She kept walking.

It was a big city but it wasn’t evil. There were plenty of places that weren’t, this. She would just, walk away from it all. Escape. Find a ride. Anything to get the hell away from this terrible nightmare she had found herself in.

It was a few hours later, her mind still screwed up, when she heard a car behind her. She glanced back at it, and saw a white van. She didn’t hesitate this time and took off sprinting. It was hopeless, the die had already been cast.

It caught up to her, it’s doors opened, the van not even slowing down. Hands grabbed her and she screamed, before the back of a hand met her face. Breaker was there and he looked absolutely serene. No, even more than that. He was ecstatic.

“Thank you so much you dirty whore. Thank you so so much. I’m going to love this next part. But that’s for later tonight, let’s get you back to work for now.”

She struggled, fought against their hands, fear and pure terror, now with the despair of experience, overtaking her brain. And yet she was held down, hands keeping her doing anything of worth.

“If you keep struggling, it’ll just make it worse. Now come on you ugly whore, we have customers for you to service.”

Her movements slowed and she stared up at the ceiling with tears in her eyes. They were going to rape her again. Tie her down and have their way with her all night. She choked back a sob.

It didn’t take long for them to return and the second they did, they practically threw her out of the van, and back into the spot she had been in. And then they were off and she was left there, Breaker standing by her. He smiled at her, she trembled.

“Don’t worry! We’ll have you punished tonight. I’ll even be nice and not up the money you owe us. So get back to work. We’ll deal with it after you’re done for the day.”

She shook but that was all he said and then he was gone. The day passed and it was truly terrible. Three men paid for her, only to fuck her face. She gagged and choked on their dicks but it was better than the fourth person. It was simple but it was intimate and she hated it. He had her lay down on her back and had sex with her missionary style. His cock inside her, his body pressed against her, his head next to her own, his arms wrapped around her. It was too intimate, too visceral. He came and left.

She lay there, the sun going down, truly feeling like a whore. Like her life was over. Still, still she thought about the numbers. Four men, she only needed 95 more. 95 more and she would be free again.

Sadly for her, night had come. Breaker arrived in her room a little later.

“Come on, get up, time for your punishment.”

Her heart beat threatened to cause a heart attack. She almost wished for it. The idea of getting used by the whole gang again made her want to scream and collapse but she knew it would just make everything worse. Trembling, she followed.

He took her back to that room and she started to feel like she was going to throw up. But he didn’t stop at the table, he moved past the curtain and had her follow him. She walked into a new room and froze. It was a dungeon. She had entered a dungeon. Ball gags, chains, paddles, more and more bdsm gear and what looked like torture gear, a few barrels in the back, it was a waking nightmare for her. Her eyes looked towards a certain part of the room where a few men were getting something ready. They turned and her breath left her. Was that? Was that really?

“no.” Her words came out like a scared whisper. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Couldn’t, couldn’t make tales of the reality she was facing.

Breaker grabbed her and she screamed.

“NO! NO!” Her screams resembled a dying animal more than a human’s.

Some of the other men joined in holding her down. They moved her to a wooden stand with holes for her arms and head and bent her over and into it. She struggled, every step of the way, and it did take a while, but eventually, she was in the same position she had been earlier in the day. Except this time she was chained down and her ass was propped up.

“PLEASE! PLEASE NO! I’M SORRY! DON’T DO THIS!”

She screamed and shivered when the man she saw walked in front of her. He was holding what had caused her to panic and freak out.

A branding iron. They were going to brand her. It was already red hot.

Breaker walked next to the man and took it from his hands.

“We can’t have you running away now! So just a few brands, to make sure no one forgets who owns you.” 

The branding iron was large, two long words fitted on it. She stared at it, horror filling her. After a moment, she made out the words.

‘Keeper Property’

She screamed and wailed and cried, but soon she saw Breaker walk out of her vision and felt her underwear being pulled down. She tried to drop her legs, to get away, but they had propped her up. Her legs were tied down. She screamed and then screamed loud enough to shatter glass as she felt intense hot piercing pain that threatened to break her mind as her flesh was seared. She screamed and didn’t stop screaming until long after the brand was done. Her mind felt like it was washed away in white hot searing pain. Her whole body shook.

Then she felt another. A new pain, a new brand, on her right ass cheek this time instead of her left. She screamed, the pain bearing down like an angry god, before she fell limp, having blacked out.

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Tiffany woke up and cried and cried and cried. It was only hours later that she realized she was crying because she was in pain and realized a while later where and why that pain was happening. Her ass felt it was constantly being branded. It hurt. It hurt like nothing she ever knew could besides what had happened yesterday. She laid there, groaning. No one bothered her on that day.

The next day, she had water and food shoved into her face, almost literally. One of the gang members walked in, with mushes of food, and practically forced it down her throat. Then the water too. He came back later, flipped her around, and forced some type of cream on her ass. She had screamed, the pain flaring up. .

Her days continued, a week passing like this. Forced food, forced water, salve, pain. Nothing but this. It had gotten better. She could stand now. Her ass felt less sore. She wasn’t healed but she could stand, barely.

She was going to play it up, fake it, continue this, but Breaker showed up that day while she was in bed and ruined that dream of his.

“Alright you lazy bitch, time for you to do your job. Can’t believe we gave you a whole fucking week. Fucking waste of time.”

The idea of having to go back to the hell of fucking men filled her with dread.

“I-I can’t move!”

“Hm? Bitch, you think you can lie to me? Get your slut covered ass up right now or I’ll really make you unable to move.”

Grimacing, she stood and winced. She walked back out, the days feeling like they were endlessly repeating, feeling like she was trapped in time, as the same events played themselves out. Her following Breaker, her standing outside, a man picking her up that she didn’t know.

It changed when she walked back in.

“$90.”

“Sure.”

$90. $90. Her, she blanched, her price had been lowered. Why? Why? Mikey didn’t offer an explanation and she wasn’t insane enough to ask. More men. It meant more men. Fine, it was fine, she could, she could do this. She’d make the 10k and get out of here. Get away from this horrible nightmare.

She took the man back to her room, seeing a few other women this time and freezing at their horribly haunted expressions. She gulped and kept moving.

As soon as they were in the room, the man wasted no time.

“Bend over.”

Her heart froze. The man’s cock was already out and he stared at her, waiting. She turned around and bent herself over the railing on her bed. His hands moved forward, sending a flare of pain as brushed against her ass and pulled down her panties.

“Oh. Wow. Keeper property and Slut huh? Seems fresh too.”

If her heart could squeeze itself anymore, it would have. ‘Slut.’ She knew she had two brands, no one had told her what the second one had said. She had felt it press against nearly her entire ass cheek and had no idea what was on her. Now she knew. She had literally been branded a Slut.

And then he was inside her vagina and she was gritting her teeth. It hurt, it hurt so so much. Every thrust sent new waves of pain through her body. She felt it as his dick rammed into her, breaking her mind a little further. She had become a whore, and it hurt. She barely noticed when he came, her ass was still on fire.

He left her lying there against the bed frame. She was starting to suspect the Keepers had some kind of strict rules about not talking to her or staying for too long or something. She should have been happy at that, a small mercy, but it just made her feel more like a tool that was getting used.

She slumped down. Her mind already felt itself waring away. It hadn’t even been that long since she’d been stuck here but she had already been raped more times than she could count. She had to get out of here. Running away hadn’t worked, she just needed to do her job and they’d let her go. They’d let her go.

She stood back up, shaking, and did her job.

The day sucked. Sucking dick, swallowing cum, feeling pain any time someone fucked her. It was miserable. As it was getting later in the day, a woman came up to her from where she had been hanging off the arm of some guy. Tiffany waited, wondering what she wanted. Probably to have her do the guy she was with.

“Oi. Come on ya squinty eyed bitch. Need this pussy eaten.”

Tiffany blinked, caught off guard. The old grooves of her life kicked in, the ones before she had arrived here.

“Ah, I’m not gay.”

“Huh!? Did I ask? Don’t be stupid you bitch, let’s go.”

The woman wound her arm around her waist, slipping her hand into her underwear. Tiffany was frozen with shock and disgust. She had no sexual interest in women.

That didn’t matter. She realized that didn’t matter. No one cared what she was into. Like all the times before, she was forced to walk in, to have the customer pay Mikey, and to lead her back to her room. But this time it was a woman.

She was forceful. She practically threw her onto the bed as soon as the door closed.

“About damn time.”

The woman pulled off her shorts and underwear and then took her crop top off. She got on to the bed and Tiffany felt a wave of revulsion. It was different, a different kind of revulsion. She didn’t like women, she wasn’t into them, yet here she was. The woman crouched over on the bed, her pussy inches from her face. She grimaced. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t.

“Please. I-”

“Bitch, does it look like I care?”

And with that the woman pushed her wet pussy against Tiffany’s face, grinding against her. Tiffany blanched and tried to turn away but the woman just pressed harder against her.

“Hurry up and get that tongue out, I don’t got all day!”

Swallowing her disgust and revulsion, Tiffany began eating her out. It was a horrible, miserable experience, feeling her fluids get into her mouth, pour down her face, feeling her grind against her lips. But it wasn’t the first time she’d felt disgust and it wouldn’t be the last. The minutes ticked by, the grueling experience continued, the woman forcing Tiffany to use her tongue. Forced to feel the inside of her walls. Finally, the woman seemed to clench up and more fluid seemed to pour on top of her. The woman sat on top of her, grinding for a little while more, before she finally got off.

“Eh, you’re ugly and suck at this. Fucking shitty as whore.”

She put her clothes back on and walked off, leaving Tiffany feeling humiliated. She didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to leave the safety of this room, to go back out there and face reality. Maybe, maybe she could just stay inside. Just, for today. Just for a little while.

Time passed, day became night, and Tiffany did nothing. And she loved it. Every moment of doing nothing felt like heaven. No man shoving their dick in her ass or vagina or face. No cum being put into her. No woman shoving her gross pussy onto her face and grinding against her. No man using her like his own personal urinal. No gang raping her for all she’s worth. Just silence. An empty room. Nothing.

It was ruined when Breaker opened the door. She worried he would be mad, or worse, overly happy. He looked the same as normal though.

“Come on, working hours are over.”

She followed him, not sure what was going to be happening now. This was new. It occurred to her that every night before, she had a good reason to be stuck in the room. Healing, mainly. Now, now it could be said this was the first night she didn’t need to ‘recover’ from. Her terror didn’t need to speed up, it had been at it’s peak the moment Breaker had opened the door.

The building she was in was like a hotel, more than enough rooms for men and women. She could hear more than a few moans, and crying, coming from around the place. Breaker was taking her to a bigger room. When she got there, she saw more gang members. She even recognized a few.

“Oh Breaker! Ya brought some entertainment huh? Still have her wearing that red bikini though?”

“I think it suits her. Now let’s have some fun.”

Breaker put an arm around her and some of the other men started to undo their pants. There was at least seven of them in total. Tiffany’s eyes grew wide.

“No no, I was good! I, I didn’t try to run away or anything!”

The men laughed like it was a great joke.

“Who cares about that? You’re Keeper property, so stop belly aching and suck my dick. Actually, how ya wanna do it Breaker?”

“You idiots will get stains on the couch again. We’ll take turns using her face. Oi, go kneel over there.”

She wanted to resist but the very idea had been mired in horrible sensations. She had been branded for running away. It wasn’t hard to imagine what Breaker would do if she went against him or the gang.

She walked over to where he had pointed. Then he frowned.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

He left and the gazes of the men sitting on the couch grew heated. It wasn’t long before one of the men came up to her, his long black cock already out. He didn’t say anything to her, just smiled and roughly grabbed the back of her head. Before she knew it, she was choking on dick as he rammed it down her throat. She took it, just kneeled there and took it, feeling like a piece of furniture. Like she wasn’t even a person, just a thing to use to get off with. The gang member, her clients, they all treated her the same way.

Soon, an experience she was sadly getting intimately familiar with happened. The feeling of cum spurting out into her face, flowing over her tongue, and down her throat. Her gag reflex had been utterly destroyed at this point. The man walked away, sitting back on the couch.

Breaker returned not a few minutes later and looked annoyed when he saw her. He handed something over to one of the other men and they all grumbled before the man who had fucked her face was handed it. She got a better look at it. The ring gag. She was going to be forced to wear a ring gag again. The man walked behind her.

“Open up already.”

She did. The only thought running through her mind was the small spark of hope that she could eventually get out of here. That she could pay off her ‘debts’ and leave. That this wasn’t forever.

After it was on, the men took turns that night fucking her. At first, it was awful. Same as ever. And then it transformed into a true horror.

They weren’t stopping. There had been seven men, but some left and some more showed up. And they were all taking turns fucking her mouth. One right after the other. It was never ending train, a stream, of men railing her face, fucking her till she felt like choking, shoving their cocks down her mouth. Over and over and over again. Hours passed, at one point she started crying, the only laughed and fucked her face harder.

Eventually, it came to an end. It was morning.

“Get to work whore. You’re too ugly to just sit there.”

Exhausted, she got up and went outside. Terror and fear had been baked into her by now. It took only a brief glance at the memory of her flesh being seared to destroy any rebellious thoughts. She clung onto her only hope like a rope in the sea. It was all she had.

The days passed. Nothing got better. Men would fuck her, rarely a woman would have her eat them out, and the gang. The gang was the worst part. They would use her in a variety of ways. As a literal doormat, to play an incredibly stupid game of pin the tail on the donkey, sometimes it would just be sex. Sex with all of them, taking turns. A few nights were even more intense than the first one she had.

On one of the nights, she got done with ‘working’ only to have Breaker take her back to that horrible bare room. There was someone waiting for her, with a table full of gear that made her heart squeeze into her chest. For a moment, it looked… medical. Her mind went to full on torture.

“Got you a present. Go lie down.”

She did, still wearing only a red bikini. It was the same pair. The only pair she had been given. It was stained but it was either the bikini or going naked. She laid down, praying she wasn’t about to be torn apart. She had been working so hard on making money.

The man picked up something that nearly jogged her memory. It was only when he pressed it against her waist, right above her vagina, that she realized it was a tattoo gun. They were forcing her to get a tattoo. It hurt, but her body had been taking a beating recently. Men and women were not gentle with her. She laid there, looking up at the ceiling, wondering how on earth her life had fallen to this. Could she have done something different? Could she have actually escaped when she had the chance? The tattooing took a few hours. When it was done, she looked down, and realized it was a queen of spades tattoo. She vaguely remembered it having some sort of sexual meaning, but she couldn’t recall it. She nearly let out a mirthless laugh. She had a womb tattoo. It wasn’t funny, it was sad. Made her feel like she really was a whore and a slut. That she was ugly, a bitch, a toy for others. And that was it. That she truly had become property now.

Every day, her hope burned a little brighter, fighting harder to keep up. And the reason was simple.

They kept lowering the price. She use to be $100. She knew that. She remembered that.

Then they had lowered it down to $90. Not just one time, after a few days, it had permanently become $90.

Then $80.

She had lost track of days, but it she was worried that it would keep going down. The day started, and her worst fears were realized. It went down to $70. Still, still she kept track. Even working up the nerve to ask Breaker about it. She told her the exact number, proving he was paying attention too.

It was on this day, today, she had earned half. $5k. She had no idea how many men she had fucked. She had lost track of that too. But she was nearly there, nearly there. Her first customer of the day, she vividly remembered and grimaced just at the sight of him.

“Yo! Good to see ya again. Been a bit busy doing some running for the keepers. Ya know how it is, proving yourself and all that. How’s my favorite toilet doing?”

Tiffany hated him.

“Great news! I’m officially gonna join the Keepers soon! Gonna get to have ya every day soon! Don’t listen to all the others, you aren’t that ugly. Well, kinda. Bah, you got a good mouth and a good pussy, so anyway, let’s hurry up, I really gotta pee this time.”

She felt sick, but walked back inside with him. He was the only one who ever pissed in her ass. He had been back once and done the same thing. It made her feel sick and dirty.

“Hey Mikey! How much is it for the girl?”

“$60.”

Her heart clenched. It was lower! No, no, it was probably just a discount right?!

The man, she didn’t even know his name, frowned. Then looked at her. Then smiled.

“How about $1?”

Her mouth dropped open. But it was the next words that made her mind collapse.

“Sure, she was earning too much anyway.”

They were never planning on letting her go. Never. It all just been, just been a lie. They were just going to keep lowering her price more and more until she was free for use. She was trapped here. She was a slave. She was property. She was never getting out of here.

“Come on miss cumslut, like I said, gotta pee. Your mouth will do nicely this time.”

He passed over a dollar and as Tiffany numbly walked back to her room, tears fell from her face. This was her new life. As a cumslut. Forever.

Soon, the taste of piss was a new awful experience to put a point on her new awful existence. She had known, deep, deep down, she had known. But she had clung to hope that they weren’t lying. That they were telling her the truth. That they really would just let her go.

She was wrong. As she swallowed a stranger’s piss and was forced to have his dick shoved into her ass, she realized just how wrong she was.

This would be the end of Tiffany. Soon, the man joined the Keeper proper and convinced the men to use her like a urinal. Now that the ‘game’ Breaker had been playing was over, they didn’t ‘hold back’ anymore. She was used and abused, far, far worse than had ever known. During a particularly painful day involving electricity, she rolled her head over from the bed and looked into Breaker’s eyes. There was no fear left in her. Not even despair. She was just numb.

Breaker was all smiles.

“I love that look. That perfect look beyond even the deepest of despair. Where you’re just gone.” He ran a hand down her face. She didn’t even acknowledge it. The light in her eyes had nearly gone out completely. She was more corpse than woman.

Breaker had earned his name sake once again. He had broken another one.

Tiffany the cumslut was all that remained.