Welcome to another fake story.

My name is Chrissy, and I’m the sexiest girl in town. I live with my parents and my younger brother in an apartment on the second floor. I’ve made some female friends here too. In our building, lots of people stare at me with pure lust in their eyes—boys, uncles, the watchman, even the sweeper. They glance at other girls, but for me, it’s way more intense. Their gazes burn right through my clothes, making their cocks twitch and harden just from watching me walk by.

Whenever I pass them in the hallway or near the stairs, they find excuses to brush against me. A hand ‘accidentally’ grazes my thigh, or their arm presses into my side. My best feature is my round, firm ass—it sways with every step, especially in tight jeans that hug my curves like a second skin. And when I wear a low-cut top, my full boobs bounce just enough to draw their eyes straight to my cleavage. At home, there are rules about timing, but no limits on my outfits. So, I dress to kill: short skirts that ride up when I bend over, tank tops that show off my hard nipples if the fabric clings wrong. I love teasing them like that—swishing my hips extra slow, letting my skirt flip up a bit to flash my thighs, knowing it makes their dicks swell and strain against their pants. They can look all they want, but they can’t touch… or so I thought.

On normal days, I started noticing my bras and panties going missing from the laundry line on the balcony. I’d search everywhere—the drawers, the bathroom, under the bed—but they were gone. Soft lace thongs, push-up bras that made my tits look even perkier… all vanished without a trace.

One afternoon, my best friend Isabel came over. We love gossiping about the guys in our society, laughing at how desperate they get around us. That day, Isabel leaned in close and whispered about her own missing panty. It had been drying on her line when a breeze knocked it onto the balcony below—Sam’s place. She marched over to get it back, but the sneaky bastard denied everything, his eyes darting away like he was hiding a raging erection in his shorts. Later, she found out he’d sold it to the watchman for a few bucks. The old perv probably jerked off into it that night, his wrinkled cock throbbing at the scent of her pussy.

I was shocked, my cheeks flushing hot. Sam was the porn-obsessed creep in our building, always lurking with that sleazy grin. He collected girls’ dirty secrets like trophies—stealing panties, snatching phone numbers from the societygroup, then hawking them to the low-income workers: the horny watchmen, sweepers, and laborers who couldn’t afford dates but sure as hell could pay for a whiff of real pussy. Isabel even bought some of his banned porn stash once—hardcore videos so filthy they got pulled from sites, full of rough gangbangs and taboo fucks that made her clit ache just thinking about them. We’d giggle over it, but deep down, it turned us on, picturing those desperate men pounding their cocks to our stolen scents.

Girls in the society complained about Sam all the time—the missing lingerie, the creepy calls from strangers—but evidence was thin, so he always slithered away. His parents were blindly trust him. His mom was friends with mine, and whenever she visited, she’d gush, ‘My Sam is such a good boy!’ while I smirked, knowing he was probably upstairs with a fistful of cum-stained tissues and a hard-on from peeking at us.

A few days later, while tidying my room, I found one of my thongs stuffed in my brother’s school bag. My heart raced as I pulled out the lacy black one, still carrying a faint trace of my arousal from the day before. I dragged my brother into the room and demanded answers. At first, he squirmed and looked away, but I grabbed his shirt and pressed him. Tears welled up as he confessed: he’d given it to Sam. Sam had a PlayStation, and my brother was hooked on the games. He’d sneak over to Sam’s after school, trading whatever Sam wanted for extra playtime. I couldn’t believe it—my innocent little brother handing over my intimate panties like they were candy, clueless that Sam was probably wrapping them around his throbbing dick while gaming.

My brother was just a kid, still too young to understand the pervy side of it all. I hugged him tight but warned him sternly: ‘Never do that again, or I’ll tell Mom and Dad everything.’ As he nodded, sniffling, my mind spun. Who had Sam sold my bra and panties to? The watchman, ? The sweeper, The thought made my own pussy tingle, a mix of anger and forbidden heat.

Then, one night, things escalated. It was around 11 PM—parents asleep since 10. I heard weird moans from my brother’s room and burst in to find him on his bed, pants around his ankles, a small dick half-hard in his hand as he stared at a phone screen blasting porn. A woman was on her knees, sucking a massive cock, her lips stretched wide. My brother yelped, fumbling to cover up, his little erection wilting under my glare.

I slapped his face—not hard, but enough to sting—and snatched the phone. ‘Where did you get this filth?’ I hissed, my voice low to not wake the house. He whimpered, but I threatened to rat him out to Mom and Dad, to make him regret it all. Finally, he cracked: ‘Sam gave it to me.That bastard was corrupting my brother, feeding him videos of women getting railed hard, their tits bouncing as cocks plunged deep.

I was livid, my blood boiled. At 11 PM, was furious, my blood boiling as I stormed down the stairs from our second-floor apartment. It was late, around 11 PM, and the building was quiet except for the echo of my footsteps. My little brother had just confessed that Sam was the one feeding him those dirty porn videos—the kind with women on their knees sucking thick cocks or getting pounded hard from behind. I couldn’t let that slide. Sam was a creep, always leering at me in the corridors, his eyes glued to my ass when I walked by in my tight skirts. But corrupting my kid brother? That was the last straw. I needed to tell his mom everything, make her see what a pervert her ‘good boy’ really was.

I reached Sam’s door on the first floor and banged on it hard, my fist pounding like my heart. The night air was cool against my skin; I was still in my short nightie, the thin fabric clinging to my curves, no bra underneath so my nipples poked through from the chill and my anger. My red panties hugged my pussy tight, but I didn’t care how I looked—I just wanted justice. The door swung open, and there was Sam, standing in his boxers, his hair messy like he’d been jacking off or something. His eyes lit up when he saw me, dropping straight to my tits and then my thighs.

‘What the hell do you want, Chrissy?’ he muttered, but I didn’t give him a chance. I shoved past him, pushing my hands against his bare chest—feeling the warmth of his skin for a split second before I stormed inside. ‘aunt!’ I yelled, my voice sharp in the empty living room. ‘Aunt, come out! Your son is giving porn to my little brother! He’s a sicko!’ But there was no answer, just silence from the hallway. I spun around, realizing the place was dark except for a lamp in the corner. His parents weren’t home. It was just him.

Sam closed the door behind me with a soft click, his face twisting into a smirk. ‘What the hell, bitch? You barge in here like you own the place?’ His words hit me like a slap, and before I could think, I swung my hand and cracked it across his cheek. The sound echoed, and his head snapped to the side. ‘You loser!’ I shouted, my voice shaking with rage. ‘You’re giving porn videos to a kid! My brother! How dare you corrupt him like that?’

He rubbed his face, his eyes narrowing, but that smirk didn’t fade. Instead, it grew darker, hungrier. His boxers started to tent, the outline of his cock swelling as he stared at me. ‘You got no proof, slut. Your brother’s word against mine. Who’s gonna believe a horny little tease like you?’ I stepped back, my heart pounding. ‘My brother is the evidence! He’s just a kid, and you took advantage. You’re done, Sam. I’m telling everyone—your mom, the society committee, t I turned to leave, yanking the door handle, but it was locked. Panic flickered in my chest.

That’s when he lunged. His arms wrapped around me from behind, hugging me tight against his body. I felt his hard cock press into my ass through the thin fabric, already rock-hard and throbbing. ‘Aah! What are you doing? Let go!’ I screamed, twisting and pushing against his chest with all my force. My nails dug into his skin, and he grunted but held on, his breath hot on my neck. I kicked back, my heel connecting with his shin, and finally, he released me. I stumbled forward, spinning to face him, my chest heaving. ‘How dare you! This is assault! I’m telling everyone what you just did!’

I turned to walk out again, fumbling with the lock, but Sam grabbed my hand roughly, yanking me back. His grip was like iron, fingers digging into my wrist until it burned. ‘Don’t go so soon, Chrissy,’ he growled, his voice low and rough. ‘I’ve been watching you for months. Shaking that fat ass in the corridors, teasing all the guys with those tight clothes. Bending over so your skirt rides up, flashing your panties. Today, it’s mine. You’re not leaving until I get what I’ve wanted.’

My eyes went wide in horror, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin. ‘What? No! You’re crazy! Let me go!’ I tried to pull away, twisting my arm, but he was stronger. He dragged me deeper into the apartment, his other hand clamping over my mouth to muffle my screams. I kicked and thrashed, but he hauled me toward his bedroom like I weighed nothing. The door slammed shut behind us, and he locked it with a loud click that sealed my fate. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of his computer screen—probably still paused on some porn video, judging by the moans I could faintly hear.

Sam shoved me against the wall, his body pinning mine. I could feel every inch of his erection grinding against my belly, hot and insistent. ‘Please, Sam, no! Don’t do this!’ I begged, my voice cracking as tears pricked my eyes. But he ignored me, his hands already moving. He grabbed the hem of my nightie—wait, no, in my rage I’d thrown on a loose shirt and skirt over my underwear before leaving, something quick to cover up—and started unbuttoning the shirt with rough jerks. Buttons popped off, scattering on the floor. ‘Stop! Get away from me!’ I cried, pushing at his shoulders.

He laughed, a dirty, mocking sound, and slapped my face hard. The sting exploded across my cheek, making my head snap to the side. Tears started flowing now, hot and fast down my face. ‘Shut up, bitch. You’ve been asking for this, prancing around like a whore.’ With a sharp rip, he tore the shirt open, exposing my red bra. My full breasts heaved with each sob, the lace cups barely containing them. Then he yanked at my skirt, the fabric tearing with a loud rip as he pulled it down my legs. I kicked at him, but he stepped on the skirt, trapping my feet. Now I stood there in just my red bra and matching panties, my body trembling, nipples hardening from the fear and the cold air.

His eyes raked over me like I was meat, and he stripped off his boxers in one motion. His cock sprang free—huge, at least eight inches, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. It bobbed hard, pointing straight at me, pulsing with need. I’d never seen one so big up close, and terror gripped my gut. ‘Please, no! Don’t come near me!’ I backed away until my ass hit the bed, but there was nowhere to go.

Sam closed the distance in a step, hugging me roughly again. His naked body pressed against mine, his cock trapped between us, smearing sticky fluid on my stomach. His hands roamed over my back, squeezing my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the soft flesh. I whimpered, trying to squirm free. Then his hands came around front, grabbing my boobs over the bra and pressing them brutally. He squeezed like he wanted to crush them, thumbs rubbing over my nipples until they ached. ‘Aaaah! Stop! It hurts!’ I cried out in pain, arching away, but he just laughed that low, dirty laugh and slapped my face again, harder this time. My lip split, blood tasting metallic on my tongue.

Tears blurred my vision as he hooked his fingers into my bra straps and yanked. The clasp snapped, and he tore it off, letting my heavy breasts bounce free. They were round and full, pink nipples stiff from the rough handling and the cool room. He grabbed them bare now, squeezing the soft mounds until milk-white skin turned red under his grip. ‘Look at these tits,’ he growled, pinching my nipples hard, twisting them. ‘Perfect for fucking.’ ‘Please, stop! You’re hurting me!’ I sobbed, my hands pushing at his wrists, but he was too strong.

He crushed his mouth against mine in a brutal kiss, forcing his lips hard on me. His tongue shoved inside, invading my mouth, tasting of smoke and lust. I gagged, struggling harder, biting down on his tongue. He jerked back with a curse, then backhanded me across the other cheek. ‘Bitch!’ he snarled, and before I could recover, his hands were at my panties. With a savage rip, he tore them off, the fabric shredding against my skin. My pink, shaved pussy was exposed now, lips tight and dry from fear, clit peeking out unwillingly.

‘So pretty,’ he muttered, staring at my bare slit. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but he batted them away and pushed me down onto the bed. The mattress creaked under my weight as I fell back, scrambling to get up. But he was on me in seconds, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wide. He lifted them over his shoulders, my pussy splayed open for him, vulnerable. ‘No! Sam, please! Don’t!’ I begged, tears soaking the pillow.

His fingers invaded me roughly, one hand rubbing my clit in harsh circles that made me flinch. It wasn’t pleasure—it was pain, his nails scraping sensitive skin. Then he shoved two fingers inside my pussy, forcing past the tightness. I was dry, untouched, a virgin, and the burn made me scream. ‘Aah! Stop!’ He finger-fucked me brutally, thrusting in and out fast, making wet sounds as my body betrayed me with a little slickness from the friction. His thumb ground against my clit, rough and unrelenting. ‘Tight little cunt,’ he grunted. ‘Gonna stretch you good.’ I bucked my hips to escape, but it only drove his fingers deeper. ‘You bastard, don’t fuck me! Please, leave me! I’m begging you!’

He pulled his fingers out with a slick pop, my pussy throbbing and sore. Grinning like a predator, he positioned his huge eight-inch cock at my entrance. The fat head pressed against my dry folds, hot and insistent. ‘No! Please, God, no!’ I wailed, trying to close my legs, but his shoulders held them open. With one savage thrust, he rammed it in, tearing through my virginity. The pain was fire—sharp, ripping as his thick shaft stretched me beyond limits, blood mixing with the forced wetness.

I screamed loud, the sound tearing from my throat, echoing off the walls. ‘Aaaaaaaaaah! It hurts! Stop!’ My hands clawed at his arms, nails breaking skin, but he didn’t care. He started pumping hard, slamming into me with full force. Each thrust buried him balls-deep, his hips crashing against mine, making my breasts bounce wildly up and down. The bed shook, headboard banging the wall. ‘Please, leave me! Ahh, it pains a lot! I’m dying, please!’ Tears streamed down my face, snot mixing with them, but he ignored me, grunting like an animal. ‘Tight pussy, memsaab. Feels so good breaking you. Your virgin cunt is gripping my cock like a vice.’

He fucked me relentlessly, his pace brutal, no mercy. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine, his hands pinning my wrists above my head so I couldn’t fight. Every plunge stretched me wider, the pain mixing with a forced heat deep inside as my body adjusted against my will. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone with each slam, sending unwanted sparks, but the agony overpowered it. I begged nonstop—’Sam, please! Pull out! It burns! I can’t take it!’—but he just thrust harder, his balls slapping my ass wetly.

It felt like hours, but the clock on his wall showed only twenty minutes of this hell. My voice grew hoarse from screaming, my pussy raw and swollen around his pistoning cock. He leaned down, biting my nipple hard, teeth sinking in until I yelped. ‘Scream all you want, slut. No one’s coming.’ His free hand slapped my tit, the flesh jiggling and reddening. I was a mess—hair tangled, face bruised, body slick with sweat and his pre-cum.

Finally, he slowed, but not to stop. With a rough yank, he flipped me over onto my stomach, face down on the bed. I gasped, trying to crawl away on my elbows, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back. ‘Where you going? We’re not done.’ He spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing my virgin asshole. It clenched in fear, a tight pink ring untouched. I felt him spit on it, the warm glob landing right on the hole, then his cock—still slick from my pussy and blood—rubbed against it. The head pressed, hot and unyielding.

‘No! Not there! Please, no! Anywhere but my ass!’ I begged, my voice breaking into sobs. I tried to crawl forward, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, but he pinned me down with his weight, one hand on my neck pressing my face into the mattress. ‘Shut up and take it.’ With a brutal shove, he forced his cock into my ass, inch by agonizing inch. The pain was worse than before—white-hot tearing as my tight ring stretched around his girth, muscles ripping. Blood lubed the way unwillingly, but it didn’t help the burn.

‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Uuuuuhhhhh! No… please no!’ I cried in high volume, my voice muffled by the bed but piercing. The agony consumed me; I felt like I was splitting in two. He didn’t stop, pushing deeper until his balls rested against my pussy. ‘Fuck, your ass is even tighter, slut!’ He laughed, a cruel bark, and started thrusting. Slow at first, then harder, deeper, his hips snapping forward. Each pull out dragged fire, each slam in made me see stars. His balls slapped my pussy rhythmically, and he pulled my hair hard, yanking my head back to arch my spine.

‘Please! Mercy! It’s too much!’ I wailed, drool pooling on the sheets from my open mouth. He slapped my ass cheeks repeatedly, the cracks loud, skin turning red and bruised under his palm. Welts rose, stinging with every hit. His cock plowed my ass savagely, the friction building heat that bordered on numb. I clawed the bed, sheets tearing, my body shaking with sobs. He reached under, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing roughly while he reamed me. ‘Gonna fill this hole too,’ he panted, his thrusts erratic now.

After another ten minutes of this torture—my ass bleeding, stretched obscenely around him—he came. With a roar, he buried deep and shot his cum inside me, hot spurts flooding my bowels. Pulse after pulse, his cock twitched, pumping load after load until it leaked out around his shaft, mixing with blood and spit. I felt full, violated, the warmth spreading shame through me. He collapsed on my back, breathing heavy, his softening cock still plugged in my ass.

I lay there on Sam’s bed, my body shaking from the pain and shock. My pussy and ass throbbed with a deep, burning ache. Cum leaked out of my holes, sticky and warm, mixing with blood on the sheets. I couldn’t move; my arms felt heavy, my face buried in the pillow soaked with my tears. Sam pulled out of me with a wet sound, his cock softening but still dripping. He slapped my bruised ass one more time, making me whimper. ‘That was just the start, slut,’ he said with a laugh. ‘You’re not going anywhere tonight.’

I tried to lift my head, my voice weak. ‘Please… let me go home. I won’t tell anyone.’ But he just grabbed his phone from the nightstand, ignoring my sobs. He wiped his cock on my thigh, smearing more mess on my skin, then started typing. ‘Oh, you’re staying. I’ve got an idea to make some quick cash off your hot body.’ My heart sank. WhWhat did he mean? I curled up, trying to cover my naked breasts and pussy with my hands, but he kicked my leg aside. ‘Spread ’em. I want a good pic to sell the deal.’

He snapped photos of me—my legs forced open, showing my swollen, red pussy lips glistening with his cum, my ass cheeks marked with handprints. My nipples stood hard from the cold and fear, and he zoomed in on them too. ‘These will get the boys excited,’ he muttered. Then he sent the pictures out in a group chat. I heard the pings as messages came back fast. ‘Society boys,’ he explained with a grin.(its actually a group of some sex addict boys who take sex stuff from Sam)’The ones who stare at your ass every day. I’ve been promising them a turn with a real slut like you. For 500 bucks each, they’ll get to fuck you all night.’

Horror hit me like a punch. ‘No! Sam, you can’t! Please, don’t do this!’ I begged, crawling off the bed on my hands and knees. My legs wobbled, cum dripping down my inner thighs. But he grabbed my hair, yanking me back. ‘Shut up. You’re my whore now. Lie there and wait.’ He tied my wrists to the bedpost with his belt, the leather biting into my skin. Then he left the room, still naked, his cock swinging as he went to the living room. I heard him talking on the phone, calling more guys. ‘Yeah, come quick. The bitch is ready—freshly fucked and tight. Bring cash.’

Minutes felt like hours. I tugged at the belt, but it held tight. My body hurt everywhere—my face stung from slaps, my breasts ached from squeezing, and between my legs, it felt like fire. I sobbed quietly, thinking of my family upstairs, how they’d worry if I didn’t come back. The first knock came soon. Sam opened the door, and I heard voices—young, excited. ‘Is she really here? That ass in the pic… fuck.’ They were boys from the building, maybe 18 or 19, the ones who whistled when I walked by in shorts.

Sam led the first two in, Ron and Vik. They were skinny but tall, eyes wide as they saw me tied to the bed, naked and exposed. My shaved pussy was still puffy, asshole gaping a bit from Sam’s rough use. ‘Holy shit, it’s Chrissy,’ Ron said, his pants already bulging. Vik licked his lips. ‘How much?’ Sam held out his hand. ‘500 each, upfront. You can fuck her pussy, mouth, ass—whatever. All night.’ They paid quick, pulling out notes from their pockets. Sam pocketed the money and nodded. ‘She’s all yours. Start easy if you want.’

Ron stripped first, his cock springing out—about six inches, hard and curved. He climbed on the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling them apart. ‘I’ve jerked off to you so many times,’ he said, rubbing his cockhead against my sore pussy. I shook my head, tears fresh. ‘No, please! Don’t! I’m hurting already.’ But he thrust in hard, groaning as my walls clenched around him. He wasn’t gentle—pounded fast, his hips slapping my skin. My tied hands jerked uselessly. ‘Ahh! Stop! It hurts!’ I cried, but Vik watched, stroking his own cock, now out and leaking.

Ron fucked me deep, his balls hitting my ass with each push. My breasts jiggled, and he reached down to pinch my nipples, twisting them. ‘Tight even after Sam? Nice.’ He lasted only five minutes, grunting as he came inside me, hot spurts filling my pussy more. He pulled out, cum bubbling out, and slapped my clit lightly. ‘Good slut.’ Then Vik took his place. His cock was thicker, stretching me wider as he shoved in. ‘My turn,’ he said, lifting my legs to fold me in half. He rammed harder, hitting my cervix with each thrust. I screamed, ‘Please, slower! I can’t!’ But he laughed and sped up, his hands on my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.

While Vik fucked my pussy, Ron moved to my head. He untied one hand but held it down, then forced his softening cock into my mouth. ‘Suck it clean, bitch.’ It tasted salty, mixed with his cum and my blood. I gagged, turning my head, but he slapped my cheek. ‘Open up!’ I had to suck, my lips wrapping around his shaft as he pushed deep, hitting my throat. Vik came next, flooding my pussy with his load, then pulled out and watched as Rom face-fucked me. He hardened again in my mouth, thrusting until he shot a second time, cum spilling down my chin.

Sam watched from the chair, stroking his cock back to life. ‘Good start. More are coming.’ The door knocked again—three more boys: Aon, Kan, and Deep. They paid Sam, eyes hungry on my body. Cum already dripped from my pussy, my face messy.aon was first, a muscular guy from the third floor. He flipped me onto my stomach, my tied hand twisting painfully. ‘Ass up,’ he ordered, spanking my cheeks hard. They were already red, but he hit harder, making me yelp. His cock, seven inches and thick, pressed at my asshole. ‘No! Not there again!’ I begged, but he spat on it and pushed in.

The pain flared fresh—my ass still torn from Sam. He forced every inch, grunting. ‘Fuck, so tight.’ He started thrusting, pulling my hair to lift my head. Kan and Deep stripped, their cocks hard. Kan knelt in front, shoving his dick in my mouth while Aon reamed my ass. Deep played with my pussy, fingering the cum inside me, three fingers now, stretching it. around Kan’s cock, the double pain making me dizzy. ‘Mmmph! Stop!’ But they didn’t. Aon fucked my ass fast, his hips slamming, balls slapping my pussy. He came quick, pulling out to shoot on my back, hot ropes landing on my skin.

Kan took my ass next, his cock slimmer but long, reaching deep. He pounded while Deep slid under me, impaling my pussy on his fat cock. Now I was double-penetrated—pussy and ass filled at once. The stretch burned, their cocks rubbing through the thin wall inside me. ‘Ahhh! Too much! Please!’ I screamed, but they thrust in rhythm, rocking me between them. Kan slapped my ass, Deep squeezed my tits from below, pinching nipples. They fucked like that for ten minutes, sweat pouring, until Kan came in my ass, adding to Sam’s load. Deep followed, pumping cum into my pussy until it overflowed.

The room smelled of sex—sweat, cum, my tears. Sam untied me fully now, but only to reposition. ‘On your knees, slut. More friends coming.’ I collapsed, legs shaking, but he pulled me up. The next group arrived—four boys: Sunny, Rony, Nil, and Tan. That’s eight total now, plus Sam. They crowded in, paying Sam stacks of cash. The bed was a mess, sheets stained. Sunny grabbed me first, pushing me to my knees. ‘Suck us all,’ he said. Four cocks surrounded my face—various sizes, all hard and veined, pre-cum dripping.

I shook my head. ‘No… I can’t.’ But Sam kicked my side lightly. ‘Do it or I’ll hurt you worse.’ Tears fell as I opened my mouth. Sunny thrust in first, fucking my face deep, his hands on my head. ‘Good mouth.’ The others stroked, waiting turns. He came fast, shooting down my throat, making me choke and swallow. Rony next, his cock curved, hitting my cheek inside. He face-fucked roughly, pulling out to slap my face with it, wet smacks. ‘Tease us no more.’ Cum hit my tongue, thick and bitter.

Nil and Tan took my mouth together, rubbing cocks on my lips. I licked one, sucked the other, switching as they groaned. Nil came on my tits, painting my nipples white. Tan finished in my mouth, holding my jaw shut until I swallowed. My jaw ached, lips swollen. But they weren’t done. Sam directed them to the bed. ‘Gangbang time. Use every hole.’ They lifted me like a ragdoll, placing me on all fours. Ron from earlier took my pussy again, now hard. Vik my ass. The new boys rotated— one in my mouth always.

It blurred into a nightmare. Cocks thrust into my pussy, stretching it wider with each new guy. Cum leaked constantly, lubing the way but making me feel dirtier. ‘Ahh! Slow!’ I’d cry, but they slammed harder, hands gripping my hips, leaving bruises. Ass got fucked too—Sunny’s thick cock tore me more, blood mixing with loads. He pulled my hair, calling me ‘society whore.’ Mouth never empty; Deep shoved deep, making me gag, tears streaming. They passed me around, flipping positions.

One boy, Kan, lay back and pulled me on top, his cock sliding into my pussy. Another, Aon, entered my ass from behind, double again. Rony knelt for my mouth. Three holes filled, bodies pressing. They rocked me, cocks pistoning. My breasts bounced, slapped by hands. ‘Cum dump,’ they laughed. I felt orgasms forced from me—unwanted, my clit rubbed raw—but pain dominated. They came one by one: Kan in pussy, Aon in ass, Rony on face.

Hours passed. Clock showed 5 AM,. They took breaks to drink water, but always someone fucked me. Sam joined often, his eight-inch cock favorite for my ass. ‘Paying customers first,’ he’d say, then take his turn. Boys jerked off on me—cum on back, hair, feet. I begged hoarsely, ‘Please… stop… I hurt.’ But they ignored, teasing my nipples, spanking clit. Nil fingered my pussy while fucking my mouth, making squirt unwillingly.

By 6 AM, all eight had cum multiple times—at least twice each, some three. My body was a wreck: pussy gaping, red, cum pooling under me. Ass loose, leaking. Throat raw, voice gone. Bruises everywhere—thighs, ass, tits purple. They untied me early but held me down. Sunny last, fucking my pussy missionary, legs over shoulders. ‘One more load.’ He thrust slow now, savoring. I lay limp, eyes half-closed. He came deep, kissing my neck roughly.

Dawn neared, 6.30 AM. Boys dressed, slapping my ass goodbye. ‘Thanks, Sam. Best night.’ Sam counted money. Good work slut.’ He pushed me to floor, cum-covered. ‘Clean up and go. Tell no one.’ I crawled to bathroom, sobbing, washing endless mess. Legs barely worked. I slipped out sneaking home before anyone woke. Body screamed, but shame burned deeper. Night of hell, used by nine men. What now?

Soon news spread and many people contact Sam to book me for night,sam contact me to be ready I asked him -with whom ,

And he gaves me name it’s like almost every one in our society but more shocking is that my cousin brothers and male friends, including my brother friends and his tutor who come home for my brother to help him in study and many girls even isabel to I ask him why girls coming Sam said to humiliate you they were all jealous and now they crush your ego and isabel has more scary plans for you in public and its your second booking is for Isabel she paid me much more money .

I asked what about first he said its …..

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