"You'll pay for this, Marco."

"You'll pay for this, Marco." I hoped to scare him into letting me go.

"Couldn't you think of anything more original? Goodbye, Jane. We'll see you in a week.' Marco waved goodbye with a huge grin on his face.

What did he mean by that. Oh... no. Did he mean that I'd be spending a week in The Pit? Those monsters would probably tear me apart, and that is even they didn't recognize me as the woman that ruined their lives.

The door to my former office swung shut, and the orderlies carried me by my arms down the hallway towards the stairs kicking and screaming.

"Help me, please! I'll pay whoever sides with me. Anyone! Anyone?"

The hall was lined with my employees.  Most of the men grinned, and more than one copped a feel at my breasts or spanked my ass.  The women openly laughed at my plight.  

Katie stood in the doorway to her office, but when I made eye contact with her, she retreated back into her room. I knew she at least had some sympathy, but I guess she wasn't strong enough to stand up for me.

As we drew closer to the heavy metal door to The Pit, I saw Lucy with an immensely satisfied grin on her face. The orderlies stopped outside the door, and Lucy started to speak.

"So it all comes down to this, Jane Smith. There is something you don't know about me that you probably should. Your old high school friend Becky Oswald was my cousin, and I loved her dearly. After her dissapearance, I had to find out the truh for myself, and while it took me a few years, I discovered it was you that set her up. Do you want to know what happened to her? I can't say for sure, but my sources indicate that she's spent the last ten years of her life in some high-priced brothel, chained to a bed, waiting to fulfill the sadistic fantasies of the clientele. Jane, you destroyed the life of a wonderful woman, and it is deeply satisfying to see you end up with a similar fate."

At that moment, I realized the horrible nature of my actions. For my entire life, I've been a sexual and emotional sadist, only harming the unwilling. Now, I was the prey, the direct result of my own actions.

Lucy swung open the door to the cell, and kicked me in the back with her high heels. I stumbled into the room as the door slammed shut behind me, the locks making a large grinding noise as they slid into place.

I could hear noises in the darkness, and they were getting closer. In mere moments, the sex fiends that I created would begin to **** me, and I started to cry over my new fate. I pounded on the door, screaming.

"Let me go! Let me out of here! I'll give you everything I own, just let me go." I could hear Lucy giggling on the other side of the door, but she neither responded nor let me go.

Thick arms wrapped around me and yanked me away from the door. Dim lights turned on in the room, and I could now see the familiar faces of my attackers. All seven of them stood around me in the center of the room, me sprawled on the ground still wearing my suit.

The men were all naked, as I required of them. Their bodies were bulging with steroids, the intended effect of the steroids I put in their water. Their cocks were large and erect, ready to do their jobs because of the aphrodisiacs I **** them to take. Worst of all were their minds, wasted by years of **** **** use. These monsters used to be my prized creation, and now they were my worst nightmare.

The first to leap on top of me was Tommy, my old High School sweet heart. We broke up when I left for college, but I still had feelings for him. Once I started up my business, I started getting close to him again. I confessed my love for him, and he rejected me, hurting me more than I've ever been hurt before.

So, I made him dissappear, becoming the first member of The Pit.

Tommy grabbed the front of my suit and tore it open, revealing the black undershit. With a quick tear from the color, my naked breasts flopped to the sides. One of the men to my side tore off my skirt. It was John, the other boyfriend that I doomed to the The Pit.

I could see that Tommy was ready to penetrate me, so I sure as hell wasn't going to let him do it. I started taking swipes at him with my slender arms and sharp finger nails. I landed a slash across his chest, but two of the other men quickly grasped my wrists and pulled them painfully above my head, as Tommy began his ****.

I screamed as his member broke into my pussy. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Stop! Tommy, I loved you... please.... stop!" But there was no response due to the mind destroying **** I **** onto him. He held my legs like a wheel-barrow while pounding, the loud sounds of flesh slapping against flesh being seared into my memory. I felt his warm cum get dumped inside of me, then, moments later, another of the men that I destroyed took their turn.

Over the next several hours, the members of The Pit took their places fucking me, using all of my orifices. I realized the horrors that I unleashed on my victims, but it was all too late.

Seven days later, I was nearly passed out in a pool of cum in The Pit, one of the men continuing to **** my ass. I heard a metallic noise and the door opened, my assailant retreating into the corner just as he was trained. I saw the silhouette of Marco walk towards me, something in his hand. He kneeled next to me, staying clear the cum that was oozing off of and out of my body. I coughed up soem spunk, just adding to the flow cross my face.

"Good morning, Jane! How has your week been?"

"www...e.....w......" I was too far wasted to speak coherently.

"That's good to know. I have a little story for you. It is from today's newspaper." Marco started to read off of the sheet he had in his hand.

OSWEGO, New Jersey- Search and rescue efforts ended today for CEO of the small Smith Paper Company, Janette Smith. Six days ago, her small yacht was spotted on fire 27 miles from shore. By the time local rescue efforts reached the vessel, it had sunk. Divers uncovered a life boat missing from the rear of the yacht, but after a five day search, Smith is presumed dead. She was 27 years old, the only child of Shane and Marina Smith. She is survived by her long-time companion, Marco DeLuco.

Marco looked pleased with the story, and the story was the last nail in the coffin for me. Without anyone looking for me, there was no hope I would escape. Marco's ploy had succeeded, and I would spend the rest of my life as just another sex ****.