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SENTENCED
Ann Ferret stood naked in a corridor of an office building. What was she thinking about? Well, what does a modest 26-year-old woman think about while being displayed naked to the public gaze after being gang raped?
Perhaps she was thinking about how she had gotten into this horrible mess. She’d been so clever: she needed money and a storefront loan company had offered her $5000. The contract was clearly illegal and unenforceable and she took the money with the intention of not repaying it.
Now she knew that loan sharks don’t use courts to enforce their contracts. She was wearing nothing except a steel collar. A metal rod running parallel to her shoulders was attached to the collar and her wrists were tied to each end of the rod about 18 inches from her chin. She was completely exposed and her guards kept her facing the corridor with her feet spread. The dried blood and cum on her inner thighs, the finger and bite marks on her breasts, the cum on her belly and breasts and smeared over her face and in her hair provided evidence that many men had been amusing themselves with her.
She was waiting for the Boss to tell her what more would be done to her – her rapists had left her with no doubts that she was doomed to be a whore in a brothel.
But, right now, a man was looking at her with a grin on his face. He had his cock out and her guards forced her to her knees.
“Suck it!”
She sucked, swallowed, and was pulled to her feet. A woman came by, paused, looked Ann over, slapped Ann’s face, said “Shameless slut” and walked away.
A group of three men and a woman walked past. She went down on her knees again. There were three cocks to suck and swallow while the woman snickered.
When she was back on her feet, the woman studied her body and said:
“They are keeping you busy. Don’t you find that outfit a bit chilly? Oh well, I’m sure the Boss can find enough male bodies to keep you warm.”
The office door opened and she was standing in front of the desk where the Boss was seated.
“I trust you have had an educational time. The principle and interest on your loan is twenty thousand dollars. There is also a collection fee of five thousand dollars. So you owe us 25 thousand dollars. Have you learned the folly of breaking contracts?”
“Please, no more of this. Please, please let me go – I promise to pay the money.”
“Except that we won’t let you have clothes until the loan has been paid. You can walk out of here naked and try to get a job as a checkout chick, but I don’t know of any supermarkets that employ naked clerks.”
“I think the best place for you is naked in a brothel.”
“We run many brothels. The high level ones charge $1000 an hour, the middle level ones are $100 an hour and the low level ones are $20 for 20 minutes. You don’t have the figure for a high level brothel but we could start you at a middle level.”
“The usual arrangement is that the whores are free agents. They get half the fee. So one working at the middle level earns $50 for an hour of fucking. If she works a 5-day week and fucks 30 men a week, she’ll earn $1500. It’s just like being a store clerk – she comes in, works a shift and goes home. And if we have problems with her, we just tell her not to come back.”
“But you are going to be what used to be called a white slave – these days, we call you a sex toy. When you’re fucking at the middle level, you’ll be paid $10 for each man; at the low level, you’ll earn $5 per man. You don’t actually get the money but it will be credited against your debt. If you give us problems, you will be beaten. We don’t want to mark up the merchandise. A leather strap applied to the soles of your feet or your pussy lips is very effective.”
“We’ll keep you busy and let you slide down hill from a nice middle level to the lowest of the low level dives. It should take between 6 and 8 months to pay off your debt.”
“Take her to Marge – she can start there and work down to Black House.”
INTO THE FIRE
She was led to a van and driven away. A woman and two men met her at the new House. The woman said:
“I run this House. You call me Madam. These two men are bouncers to keep the customers in order. They are also your guards. You obey them at all times and you call them Sir. You are one of their fringe benefits. They can fuck you at any time using any hole.”
“You will not be allowed clothes and will never leave the House until I send you down the line. You will fuck any man who pays for your time and you will respond. You must not lie there like a wet fish. The bouncers will teach you to move so that the man mounting you gets a good ride.”
“The girls working here charge $100 for an hour with a man. We want you to be busy so you will be our half price special - $50 for half an hour. Your will work 12 hours a day for 5 days. You have to meet a quota of 100 men a week.”
“If you meet the quota in 5 days, you get 2 days off. If you don’t make it in 5 days, then you work a sixth day. If you still haven’t made it, you work a seventh day. If you can’t fuck 100 men in seven days, then you won’t be allowed any credit for that week and nothing will be deducted from your debt.”
“Take her away and clean her up.”
The bouncers took her to a shower room and removed the collar. She stretched her arms and was told to put her hands behind her neck, under her hair with the palms touching her neck.
“Now spread your legs at least shoulder wide. That is Display position. If you’re told Display, that is what you do.”
The shower was a hand held on a flexible hose. The men wet her down from the top of her head to her toes. She was handed her a bottle of shampoo and told her to wash her hair. She was happy to get the cum out of her hair even if she had to wash while naked in front of men.
Next was a bottle of liquid soap.
“Use your hands to wash the rest of yourself. We will do your back.”
Once she was well soaped down, including her bush and between her legs, they did her back and rinsed her off.
“Display”.
“Good – now hold that position.”
They took the soap, wet their hands with it, and gave her another rubdown, paying special attention to her breasts and pubic area. They touched every square inch of her body and finished by putting a long nozzle on the shower hose and flushing out her pussy and ass.
“A towel counts as clothes so we will use a hair dryer to dry you off. Just stay in the Display position.”
She was order to walk to a table that had been fitted with stirrups like a gynaecological exam table. She lay on her back with her ankles strapped in the stirrups and her wrists tied to the table. Her legs were spread far apart.
“You have hair on your pussy lips. The customers want them clean!”
The men took hot bikini wax and spread it all over her pussy lips. She whimpered at the touch of the wax to her most delicate parts and screamed when they abruptly pulled it off and repeated the process.
“We will do that once a week.”
They used a pair of tweezers to pull hair out of her bush, paying particular attention to the sides and top. She moaned and begged them to stop but they ignored her complaints. Finished, they allowed her to get up and had her stand in Display position in front of a mirror. Her pubic hair had been carefully shaped into a Valentine’s Day heart.
They handed her a comb and hairbrush.
“You hair is a disgrace. Get it in shape.”
When her head hair was properly brushed and combed, they took her to the Madam who had Ann stand in Display position while she examined her.
“Good! The customers will like her. But she needs training. Go and do that and let me know when she is ready for her practical test.”
The training consisted of a number of porn films. The bouncers made her stand with her hands behind her back and her legs spread while they played the DVDs. The first was a naked woman loosely tied in the spread eagle position. A fucking machine was working on her pussy and her hips were responding. They made her study the hip movement.
“That is how you should respond to cocks in your pussy. Do you think you can do that with a line of 20 men instead of a machine?”
She shuddered and replied “Perhaps 5 but never 20.”
One of the men slapped her breast hard.
“You forgot to say Sir!”
“Sir, I might be able to do 5 but never 20.”
“Well, when you’re a cum bucket in a low level house, they will probably do that to you. If you don’t respond properly, the position is perfect for a pussy whipping. You will find fucking after a pussy whipping very painful. So be sure to study this carefully and remember it!”
That video was played several times before the bouncers started the next. It showed a naked woman putting a condom on a man and then fucking him with her arms around him and her knees drawn up with her heels on the mattress.
“Notice how she uses her whole body? She doesn’t just lie there and let him do all the work.”
A few more videos showed her other positions for pussy fucking. They all involved active participation by the woman.
Then they moved on to videos of ass fucking with the woman responding and pushing back against the man’s thrusts.
“Do you understand how you should respond when a man is fucking you? We can run the show as often as needed if you want more lessons.”
“Yes Sir, I understand what I’m to do.”
“Good, then we will call the Madam for your practical examination.”
The Madam brought 4 more men with her. She handed Ann a box of condoms and told her:
“You can’t get pregnant after that contraceptive shot but you can get disease. From now on, you never fuck without a condom. Putting the condom on the man is part of your job. Now you are going to give 4 of these men pussy fucks and the other two get ass fucks. We will watch. If you don’t do a good job, you will get a pussy whipping as soon as the man is out of you.”
“Start by giving that man a pussy fuck.”
Ann applied the condom and looked at the Madam for her next order.
“Lie on the bed on your back. Put your hands by your side. Spread your legs, draw up your knees but keep your feet on the bed.”
“Good. We call that the Waiting Position. Start with that, the customer will often fuck you that way. If not, he will tell you what he wants.”
The man mounted her and began fucking.
“Put your arms around him. More hip motion! Move your hands up and down his back. Keep your hips moving.”
When he finished, she was told:
“Barely adequate. You will get better with practice. Now get up and fix the condom for the next man.”
“Kneel by the bed, put your head on the bed and get your ass up.”
Her ass fucking was followed by:
“Lie on the bed in Waiting Position.”
“That was a very poor ass fuck. You barely moved. Ten lashes on your pussy lips.”
The bouncers raised her ankles and the Madam gave her 10 whacks with a leather strap. Ann howled with pain.
Then she did three more pussy fucks using various arm and leg positions. The first was very painful because of her sore pussy lips and she barely moved. Her poor response earned her 10 lashes on the sole of each foot. That was enough to convince her to respond despite the pain.
She finished with an ass fuck that the Madam was willing to accept.
“Put her in her cell, usual routine, bring her to me tomorrow an hour before opening time.”
The bouncers led her to a small windowless room. It was really a cell - 6 feet long, 6 feet high and 4 feet wide. The door was made of steel rods just like an old-fashioned jail cell. There was a small slot at the bottom of the door. The only furniture was a thin cloth pad on the floor, the type used on recliners for sunbathing in the back yard or the beach, and a plastic bucket. Light came from a bulb outside the door.
They pushed her in, slid a bottle of water through the door and told her “You can have all the water you want.” Then they took a dog-feeding dish, filled it with macaroni and cheese, and slid that through the slot.
“Don’t touch the bowl. You’re a bitch now so get down on your hands and knees and eat like one.”
After she had eaten, they gave her another bottle of water and left her alone. She lay face down on the pad and cried herself to sleep.
A touch of the shock rod on her foot woke her. The guard opened the door and told her to bring the bucket. She was led to a bathroom, emptied the bucket into a toilet, cleaned the bucket with cold water, and was taken back to her cell.
She stood in Display position in the corridor in front of her cell.
“Exercise time. Then breakfast.”
She did push ups and sit-ups. Then she was ordered to stand and do toe-touches. Those were followed by jumping jacks and running on the spot. The guard used the shock rod to keep her moving hard and fast. Finally, he let her return to the cell and locked her in.
Another plastic feeding dish – with two bowls – was slip through the door. This one had orange juice in one bowl and oatmeal with milk but no sugar in the other.
“Down on your knees and lap it up like the bitch you are.”
He let her have another bottle of water and left her alone to stare at the blank wall and think her own dismal thoughts.
After an unknown period, another guard put her through the exercise routine again and gave her a feeding dish with lentils and rice plus stewed tomatoes and onion as a side dish.
Another unknown period of waiting and she was given a hot shower and taken to the Madam. She was in a room that looked a bit like a hotel lounge. There were chairs and sofas, tables and a bar with liquor bottles on the shelves. There also was a rope hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. A pair of fur-lined handcuffs was attached to the end of the rope. Ann was placed in the cuffs and the rope adjusted so she could lower her arms a foot and move around slightly.
“You will be displayed like this. The men are free to touch you including pinches and slaps. The bouncers will prevent any really rough stuff such as sticking pins into your breasts. When a man wants to fuck you, he will pay the bouncer, you will be released and take the customer to your room.”
She was released and told to follow the Madam through a door and down a corridor lined with doors. The Madam opened a door labelled Carol.
“We don’t use real names here. You are Carol.”
The windowless room had a double bed with a fitted sheet, a small bedside table with several boxes of condoms and a button, a small wash basin, shelves of sheets and a hole in the wall covered by a flap of metal.
“The man must always use a condom even for blowjobs. If he refuses to let you put one on him, push the button and a bouncer will come.”
“After the man leaves you have 5 minutes to clean up. Give yourself a quick wipe down, take the old sheet off and shove it down the hole to the laundry room, fit a new sheet and report for display. If you need to piss or shit, tell the bouncer before he cuffs you again. If you fail to report in 5 minutes, the bouncer will come after you and you’ll get a beating.”
“Now lie on the bed in Waiting Position and then let me see you clean up.”
“That was a bit slow. 5 minutes 45 seconds. You’ll have to do better to escape a beating. Report to the bouncer.”
Ann went back to the display room and was cuffed into her position. A group of women entered the room. They were all wearing various types of nightgowns or pyjamas. All the sleepwear was Victoria’s Secret style but at least the weren’t naked. Ann was the only naked woman in the room.
A bouncer announced “Opening Time” and men began to enter the room. Of course, Ann attracted immediate attention. There were hands fondling her breasts and running through her bush. The first few men rented other women after they had played with Ann for a bit – they preferred an hour of slow fucking to half an hour of fast fucking.
Soon enough Ann had her first customer. She fucked him in the Waiting Position and made it back to the waiting room in her allotted 5 minutes.
She managed to get through 3 pussy fucks and a blowjob without problems but her fifth customer wanted an ass fuck. He wasn’t happy with her response – “Lazy slut” and complained to the bouncer.
The bouncer placed her back in the cuffs and then pulled one of her ankles up behind her. Ten hard slaps of a strap on her sole had her screaming. That was followed by ten more on the other sole. Ann discovered that the beating was fast agony but having to stand on her beaten feet was slow torture. She almost looked forward to being fucked – it got her off her feet.
She was kept busy and once, when she returned from a fuck, she noticed new faces among the other women. It was shift change. They worked 8 hours but she worked 12.
The bouncer finally released her and took her for a hot shower.
“An easy start – only 17 men.”
“Sir, I wouldn’t call 17 men an easy time for any woman!”
“Ah, but to meet your quota in 5 days, you need to fuck 20 a day.”
She moaned while he laughed at her.
Her shower was followed by being locked in her cell and another meal of macaroni and cheese. She would discover that her meals were never varied. She supposed they were nutritious but the diet would become very boring and even more unappetising as time went on.
Another night of crying herself to sleep was followed by another day of fucking. And so the endless week continued. She did manage to meet her quota but it took her 6 days. She was grateful for the rest day but the guards replaced her second exercise period of the day with an hour of belly dancing. That was followed by fucking four of guards. They made her do it on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth and a cock in either her pussy or her ass until she had serviced all of them.
She was standing on display part way through her second week, with her mind idly thinking of how she had changed. Men looking at her naked body no longer embarrassed her. She barely noticed the hand fondling her breast or the fingers playing with her pussy lips. Blowjobs were minor annoyances since the condom kept cum out of her mouth. She still hated ass fucks but three beatings had taught her to do them to the satisfaction of the men.
She’d gotten used to the feel of a cock sliding in and out of her pussy although she couldn’t understand the claim that women enjoyed it! The worse part of pussy fucking was the smell – didn’t men ever clean their teeth or take baths?
Suddenly she heard a voice saying:
“Well, well, if it isn’t little Ann Ferret. So this is where you’ve vanished to!”
She looked at the speaker and remembered his face even if she had forgotten his name. She had dated him a couple of times before giving him the cold shoulder.
He ran his hands over her, giving her nipples a nasty pinch, and then paid his $50 to a bouncer. She took him back to her room where he gave her a very brutal ass fucking. One of the worse she had endured. When he had finished his fuck, he told her:
“I’ll spread the word among our mutual friends. I’m sure a lot of them will enjoy visiting you for a good look and a fuck!”
He kept his promise. Four men whom she had dated showed up that week. They all ass fucked her as brutally as they could.
The five ex-dates called themselves “Ann’s Friends” and made a point of showing up every week. Each of them could afford $50 for a fuck so money was no problem. They used her ass or her pussy but were always rough and sometimes complained to the bouncers who pussy whipped her for not being a good fuck.
Things got worse for Ann when men who knew her but hadn’t dated her began to visit the brothel. They all felt her up but some rented other women for a full hour. That didn’t help Ann. She was in despair – she’d hoped no one she knew would find out about her situation. But it seemed as if all of Silicon Valley knew she was a whore. None of the men asked why she was there or offered help. She’d made herself unpopular and their only interest was that her pussy was available.
She reached her low point when a pimple faced 18 year old paid his $50. She barely remembered him. She had ordered a pizza delivered and answered the door in her slip.
The delivery boy ogled her and she complained to the store.
Now she was lying under him while he pushed and grunted his way into her pussy. She hated the fact that a 26 year old woman with advanced degrees was being fucked by a pimple faced teen aged high school drop out but she was careful to give him a good ride.
After weeks in the brothel, she was told her debt was down to $20,000 and she was being moved to a lower class House.
This one was much the same as the first, she still had a quota of 100 men, but she was displayed in the waiting room wearing a wooden yoke. It had holes for her neck and wrists so it was similar to the collar and rod she’d worn earlier. She couldn’t look down and see her own body so every slap or nipple twist surprised her.
She was still the only whore displayed naked, the other whores wore sexy panties and bras. But all the whores were available for double fucking. Ann learned how to fuck men two at a time – pussy and ass, mouth and pussy, or mouth and ass.
Her “friends” soon followed her – her previous Madam gave them the address. They loved the yoke – every pinch or slap took her by surprise. The bouncers allowed them to be much rougher than in the first House and they took full advantage of it.
They also enjoyed double fucking. If she was on her side with a cock in her pussy and one in her ass, the man behind her could maul her breasts and make her plead for mercy. She never got it.
Her debt dropped to $15,000. She was moved down to an even worse mid-level House where she was given another contractive shot. They were supposed to last 3 months so she assumed she’d been whoring that long.
This house specialized in double and triple fucking. A woman was never rented to just one man.
The whores were older and harder faced and only wore panties when they were in the waiting room. Ann was still kept naked and was displayed with her hands tied behind her. Her “friends” soon found her again and continued double fucking her. They enjoyed watching her demonstrate triple fucking in front of an audience in the waiting room. They particularly enjoyed the fact that, because it was public, the men didn’t have to pay so she earned nothing for her work.
Her quota was still set at 100 men a week but the Madam cheated on the counts. A double fuck counted as one man and a triple fuck counted as two men. Ann sometimes had to work 7 days to make the quota and twice she didn’t make it. That meant she got no credit for the week.
DOWN TO THE BOTTOM
Her debt fell to $8000 and she was moved down again to the first of her low level houses. She no longer had a name. She was slut 3 and her room was simply labelled 3.
The first week she worked in her room wearing a steel collar chained to the wall. There was a box of condoms on the table along with a pair of fur-lined handcuffs and a leather strap. The Madam explained:
“This is a Rape House. Men come here because they want to rape a woman. You put the condom on them and then they are free to put the cuffs on you. They can also beat you with the strap. They do not know that there is a small video camera in the corner of the ceiling. The bouncers monitor and will step in if things get too rough. We don’t care if you get bruised but we don’t allow blood, burns or broken bones. The man is supposed to remove the cuffs when he leaves; the bouncers will do it if he forgets.”
“You get a credit of $5 for each man and have a quota of 150 men a week. You still work a 12-hour shift. You’ll be here until your debt drops to $4000.”
Her first customer was one of her “friends”. He cuffed her hands behind her back, whipped her breasts, and pussy fucked her face to face. Then he left without saying a word to her. Another “friend immediately followed him and repeated the process. After four of her “friends” had fucked and beaten her, she wasn’t surprised to see the fifth come through the door. He changed the procedure by giving her a pussy whipping.
Just before he left, he told her:
“We won’t be back. Fucking a cum bucket doesn’t interest us. Do you know that Ann Ferret is one of the most popular Internet Porn stars? You even have a fan site.”
He was followed by a series of strangers. The door would open, a man would fuck her pussy or ass, he’d leave and after a time the door would open again.
She was sore and very tired when the bouncer released her and took her for her hot shower. When he’d locked her in her cell, he told her:
“That was an easy day. You only fucked 27 men. Your quota is 150 so you need to do 30 a day to make it in 5 days.”
She met her quota in 5 days and her best (or perhaps worse) was 37 men in 12 hours.
“Just as well that you managed a two day break. You need to rest up for the rape triangle next week. And its time for another contraceptive shot.”
She wondered what a rape triangle could be but didn’t think she’d like it. She found out when she was led to the public waiting room. There was an equilateral triangle on the floor. It was made of 3 wood planks. The base was 3 feet wide and the peak angle was 6 feet above the base. Her ankles were tied to the corners of the base, her hands were tied together at the wrists and her arms raised so her wrists could be tied to the peak angle. Another plank was shoved under her hips, lifting her pussy hole to a convenient angle.
Months ago she would have found the position horribly humiliating. But since then, so many men had seen her naked body, and had their cocks inside her, that she was long past shame or embarrassment. She merely wondered how many men would take her and how painful it would be.
The bouncers took the money and enforced the condom rule. They told her that men would fuck both her mouth and her pussy but only pussy fucks would count toward her quota.
The start of her ordeal was easy. There were only a few men in the room. After one fucked her, there would be a wait of perhaps 10 minutes before the next one mounted her. But the room began to fill and her customers formed lines. The lines kept getting longer. A man would role off her and the next would be on her within a few seconds.
She had trouble breathing as the heavy male bodies pressed down on her chest. And the constant rubbing of skin against skin was making her breasts and belly sore. Not to mention the pain in her cock tunnel.
It went on and on for what seemed like an endless time.
When she was finally released and put back in her cell, she was told:
“A good start, 38 men. You are so popular that the madam wants you to work a six day week. We will just stop counting after 150.”
That week she found out the real meaning of “cum bucket” since over 200 men fucked her in 6 days.
She spent her rest day lying on her pallet wondering what they would do to her next. They hadn’t used her ass at all the last week. Was she going to have men waiting in line for her ass hole?
She found out the next day when she was led back to the waiting room. She was bent over a sawhorse with the long bar running up her stomach and between her breasts. Her arms were tied to the front legs and her legs to the rear legs.
The men did indeed form lines to use her ass and sometimes her pussy. Just to make her life more interesting, they also whipped her ass with leather straps. She howled when the strap hit directly along her crack.
A week of that was enough to convince her that nothing could be worse. Even the rape triangle was better.
The Madam decided to make Ann’s six day week into a repeating cycle. One day chained in her room, one day on the triangle, one day on the sawhorse and repeat endlessly.
She was finally told:
“Your debt is down to $4000. We are sending you to Black House to work off the last of it”
Black House turned out to be well named. The Madam and two bouncers met her. All three were black.
“So you are the White Bitch. Take her away and fix her up.”
The bouncers tied her to a table and used bikini wax to remove all of her bush. Then they tattooed her and had her stand in Display position in front of a mirror so she could inspect their work. The words FUCK ME had been tattooed in 2-inch high red block letters across her stomach just above her belly button. A black cock pointing directly at her crotch was tattooed below her belly button.
The Madam inspected her and gave her the bad news:
“This is Black House. It’s in the middle of the black ghetto and all our customers are black men. Most of them hate white people and will pay well for the chance to rape a White Bitch.”
Your quota is 200 men a week but we won’t bother counting. We will just keep you here for 4 weeks and set the price at $20 for twenty minutes. If that doesn’t keep you busy, we can reduce it to $5 for five minutes. Your work week is the standard 12 hours for six days. You will spend alternate days on the rape triangle and the saw horse.”
“Put her to work!”
She was strapped to a rape triangle in the waiting room and her torment began. She never saw a white face the entire four weeks. In fact, she never saw a woman, not even the Madam, during that time. The number of cocks in her in a day ranged from a low of 40 to a high of 65. She was completely worn out when the day came that she was standing in front of the Boss.
EPILOGUE
The boss looked at her and said:
“Ah, Doctor Ann Ferret. I see you have acquired some interesting body art and I’m told you have had some interesting experiences. Your loan is paid off, open that box and get dressed.”
She found her clothes in the box and dressed. It hardly seemed worthwhile. Months of being naked and thousands of cocks had destroyed any sense of modesty.
“Sit down and we will discuss your future.”
“Your name and face are well known on Internet Porn sites. The DVD of you on the rape triangle at Black House is selling like hot cakes. Several producers of porn DVDs are willing to give you good contracts.”
“On the other hand, we need a good chemist. We sell meth and ice and heroine but too many customers are dying from impurities. Not that we care about the fools but it attracts police attention. Some of our amateur chemists have been blowing up themselves and their houses and that attracts even more attention.”
“We need someone to improve the quality and train some proper chemists.”
“Do I get paid for the chemistry?”
“You get a 3 room apartment in this building and an allowance for food, clothing, furniture, books or whatever you want. You will be allowed to go shopping once a week with a suitable escort. The only restriction is that you will not be allowed to use a telephone or the Internet.”
She took the job and found the chemistry was simple but teaching ex pimps, bouncers, and whores was a problem. Sometimes she got an unusual woman student – such as a secretary fired for embezzlement or a teacher fired for coming to work drunk.
The best part of the job was that she had the power to discipline. She could order the men or whores beaten but what she really loved was ordering a modest little ex-secretary stripped naked, tied to a rape triangle, and displayed in the corridor for 12 hours.
She waited six hours before visiting her and politely waited for the man riding her to finish his fuck.
“I suggest you relax and enjoy yourself. You still have 6 hours to go.”
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THE END
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