A few Hours later...

“Eeurrgh!” Max groaned. She was dizzy when she awoke. She didn’t know where she was. The first thing she noticed was the stale taste in her mouth. The second thing was how sore her pussy and booty felt.

Suddenly she realized that moaning filled the room along with loud slapping sounds. Confused she noticed that it seemed to be her own whimpering. She tried to open her eyes, but found that she couldn’t. Lifting her right hand she touched her face. Baffled she felt it covered in a thick layer of slime, her eyes completely plastered shut. Disgusted she used her fingers to wipe the stuff away from her eyelids until she was finally able to open them.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked around. It took her a second to recognize the Doctor’s office. With wide eyes she realized she was lying on the Doctor’s bed, stark naked, her whole body covered by traces of cum.

“Ohfuck,” she groaned and squeezed her eyes shut when memories of what had happened here came back to her. How she had arrived, was ordered to strip, then tied down in the gyno-chair. She turned her head towards the moaning sounds.

A couple of feet away from her, in the corner of the office sat three men, a small one and two big ones with their back to her in a small circle. Suddenly she remembered how the big guy, Doctor Lopez, had fucked her face, making her gag on his dick, how Doctor Miller, the man who had arranged all this, had made her get on all fours before ramming her from behind and then how the lanky agent, Fisher his name was, had fucked her in the ass while the boys outside watched and cheered. Gina, the nurse, was nowhere to be seen.

Then she saw the source of the moaning. In the center of the men’s circle was a screen on which she saw to her shock herself how she was sandwiched between Lopez and the girl Gina, the two of them thrusting in her pussy and ass while her face was a picture of pure bliss. This triggered another flood of memories. Gina pushing Lopez’ cum into her mouth, making her swallow. Agent Fisher taking Lopez’ place in her vacated cunt while Gina continued to ream her ass. Max had come so many times she lost count. Once Gina had needed a break Fisher had taken over. He had picked her up and laid her on her back across the table before he handed her the camera and ordered her to film herself as he threw her legs over his shoulder and began to fuck her cunt. On the camera’s display Max had been able to see her own wildly bouncing titties and the mask of animalistic pleasure that was her face while his balls slapped against her ass with every thrust.

She noticed the leather belt that hung loosely around her neck and for a second she wondered why that was until it came back to her that during one of the fucking pauses, Gina had made her crawl across the room for their amusement while the Goth girl rode on her back, using the belt as an improvised rein and the men continuously slapped her jiggling ass, urging her to crawl faster.

“Well, look who’s finally awake!” Fisher had spotted her and now the other two men turned around too, to face her. All three of them were still naked, but despite the porn they were enjoying, none of them was hard. It seemed the earlier session had worn them out. “Good morning, princess!”

Max looked at the three men with disgust. The horniness that had driven her crazy with lust for the last couple of days was completely gone and finally she was able to think straight again. Her heart sank as she saw the collection of not very handsome men whom she had allowed to fuck her in every way imaginable. When she saw them stand in front of her like this, completely naked, it triggered another memory in her head when they had pushed her to her knees once again, handed Gina the camera, formed a circle around her and had begun to slap their dicks into her face while abusing her verbally. She remembered closing her eyes and pushing her tongue out and actually enjoying it. Max’ cheeks flushed as memories of more and more degrading acts flooded her mind. After a while they had grown bored with turkeyslapping her and ordered her to suck and jerk them off. Max had complied, avidly licking one man’s dick while stroking the other two with her free hands for a while until one of them found that her mouth looked big enough to fit two cocks. Soon they tried to cram their dicks between her lips simultaneously, stretching them to an almost painful point, but succeeding, while the third one knelt down behind her and varied between using her pussy and asshole for his pleasure.

“Uhm… soo… when will you give me the treatment?” Max asked, trying to ignore the pornographic images of herself that continued to play on the screen behind the men. Apparently while she was asleep the men had cut the footage, because the movie jumped from one scene to another, now showing her lying on the floor, masturbating wildly while the men stood around her and groped her body, presenting her to the camera. The angry voice in the back of her head scolded her for asking such a naïve question, that she had been tricked and her heart sank when she saw the three men simultaneously burst out in loud, mocking laughter. Leaving the disgraced girl feeling like the brainless bimbo they had just treated her like.

“Bitch, we already gave you a hell of a treatment,” Miller chuckled, his eyes again ogling her naked beauty. Max swallowed hard and closed her eyes as certainty dawned on her that the men had fooled her, had tricked their way into her panties.

“So I never was sick? My lungs are okay?”

“Yeah!” Fisher grinned, “You’re perfectly healthy! A perfectly healthy whore!”

“Yeah,” Carlos chimed in, stepping forward and grabbed her upper arm, “And soon you’ll be a famous pornslut too!” He stepped to the side to give her a better view of the screen. Max whined as she watched the Max in the video kneeling behind Doctor Miller who bent forward. With wide eyes she gasped as she saw how Gina’s manicured hand pushed her face between the old man’s buttcheeks, demanding that she’d lick, to which she obviously complied.

“Enjoy the show?” Lopez grinned behind this mask, “But, sorry, you gotta leave now. You can watch the rest of the video on the internet.” With that he dragged Max towards the door.

Miller pushed a sealed envelope into her hand as she was dragged past him, along with a fifty-dollar-note. “This is a medical report for your boss, so you won’t get fired, honey.” It wasn’t even a lie, the report was legit, but there also were two printed out screenshots from the video in there, one of Max being double-penetrated by Gina and Lopez, a look of complete satisfaction on her face, the other a close-up of her spread ass, displaying both well-fucked, sperm-dripping holes in high definition. Miller would take any bet that these would make up for a few missed days of work…

Max’ head spun with the revelations. She had never been sick. She had been tricked. And they planned to upload the video of her degradation to the internet where everyone would be able to see them! Her friends, her coworkers, Manticore-employers… She was so stunned that she only realized what was happening when Carlos opened the door to push her into the hallway, naked and covered in cum.

Hell no! Max inner spirit had endured much that day, had held back as she was degraded and humiliated over the day, but now it was enough. She wasn’t going to let them do this to her!

The kick to the knee took the big Latino by surprise and before he even had the chance to cry out in pain Max had twirled around and used her momentum and her enhanced strength to hit the man in the chest. Carlos heard a sickening crack as two of his ribs gave in, then he flew across the room, his pain-filled moan caught in his throat as all air was pressed out of his lungs. He hit the floor hard and slid further across the old linoleum until his back hit the wall with a thud. He slumped over and didn’t move.

Fisher and Miller had turned back towards the screen to enjoy their home-video and now they turned back contused when the big man flew past them. They both froze with shock when they saw the naked, cum-covered girl rush towards them, a fury in her eyes that made their balls shrink.

Before Miller even had the chance to react in any way Max swung her fist towards him. She felt the knuckles of her right hand impact with his jaw with a satisfying crunch, felt how the **** of the blow lifted the old Doctor clean of his feet. She followed that right hook up with a kick to the groin and when Miller doubled over, howling in pain, she finished him by ramming her knee straight into his face. He fell back into his chair, ****.

Growling, Max turned towards the last man. Fisher shivered with fear and slowly walked backwards.

“Listen, uhm… You… I…” he stuttered, lifting his hand in defense as Max came closer, “Shit!”

With that he raised his fist and swung towards her face. It was a pathetic attempt and Max saw the hook coming from a mile away. Effortlessly she caught his fist in mid-air. “Where is that Goth bitch?” she hissed through clenched teeth, holding his hand in a tight grip!”

“Uhm… she left early… about an hour ago… Please…?!” Fisher whimpered, weakly trying to free his hand while his other reached behind him, searching for the scalpel he had seen on the cupboard.

Well, the whore is lucky then, Max thought grimly, fixating the terrified man with a deadly glare. Then she saw something flashing!

Fisher had aimed towards the girl’s lower abdomen, now **** to get free. For a second he thought he could succeed, but then her other hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping the swing inches away from her skin. Panicking he looked into Max’ face, pleading in his eyes.

He couldn’t even see a trace of effort when she twisted her right wrist and broke his arm. The knife fell from his fingers to the floor. Fisher turned pale and was about to sink to his knees when her hand around his throat stopped him. There was a coldness in her voice.

“If that video goes public I’ll hunt all of you down. And I will kill you. If any of you ever contact me again, I will kill you! If I ever see you again I will kill you! Tell that to the others, too!”

Fisher nodded weakly, his eyes wide with fear. Max grunted, pleased that he had apparently understood, then she slammed his head back against the cupboard, knocking the frightened man ****.

Max straightened up. Slowly her breath calmed and the fog of rage lifted from her brain. She looked around the room, taking in the results of her fury. Lopez, Miller and Fisher lay on the floor, completely out. They would have bad headaches once they woke up and Fisher’s arm needed to get taken care of, but she didn’t feel the least bit sorry for these guys. She turned towards Doctor (well, since she had never been sick he probably wasn’t a doctor after all) Lopez’ slumped over form. He looked so familiar, but the surgical mask stopped her from placing him. She stepped over him and peeled the mask off.

“Sonofa…” she cursed when she recognized the man. He was one of her neighbors! Some creepy dude who shamelessly ogled her, Kendra and Original Cindy at every opportunity. How in fucking hell’s name could she have failed to recognize him? Disbelieving she shook her head. Then she noticed that he stirred.

“Listen, motherfucker,” she growled, grabbing the groggy man by the shoulders and forcing him to look at her, “If you ever dare to come back to your place, I’ll kick your ass! I mean it! I suggest you leave the city and never return!”

Carlos mumbled something, but Max didn’t care. When she let go of him he once again slumped over and back to his dreams.

Finished with the three men she looked for her clothes. Her bra and panties were missing and they had cut her jeans’ legs of, leaving them a ridiculously skimpy pair of hot-pants, but her top and jacket were unharmed. Apparently kicking her out naked had been a spontaneous decision as they had already made preperations…

She stepped into the small adjoining bathroom to clean herself up a little before she would put on her clothes. When she saw her image in the mirror she gasped with shock. They had used her mane frequently to pull her head back or make her look into a specific direction and it showed. Her hair was completely disheveled, tussled curls stood in every direction, stuck together by filth and cum.

Her face hadn’t simply been the aim of a few cumshots; every single inch of skin was caked with a creamy-white gooey cover of sperm, her red eyes which she had wiped clean were the only uncovered places. The substance was half-dried and sticky and ran over her chin and neck down over her pert breasts and stomach. Her breasts showed the marks of hours of rough handling and felt sore. And to her shock Max saw something she had completely forgotten about: After about two hours of gangbang Gina had found a big black pen and had begun to write insults all over her body. On her forehead it said ‘WHORE’ in big capital letters, still clearly readable beneath the layer of spunk. An inch above her vagina Gina had written ’BITCHHOLE’. Max swallowed and turned around. Over her shoulder she saw what was written on her ass: The left cheek said ‘CUM’, the right said ‘DUMP’ and there was an arrow on each buttock that pointed down to her asshole. Max bit her lip ashamed and blushed as she remembered how Gina had grabbed her hair and made her look into the camera and ordered her to tell the viewers “what a cum dumpster she was”.

Angrily Max turned the tab on and tried to wash the dirt away. To her utter shock, the marker seemed to be permanent and after ten minutes of intense scrubbing Max gave up. The word ‘WHORE’ was still plainly readable; it had come off only slightly. The skin on her forehead was red from the scrubbing. She hadn’t even started to rub the words above her pussy or ass. Sighing she picked up what appeared to be Carlos’ discarded shirt and dried herself off as best as she could. Then she got dressed, putting on her cut-off jeans, top and leather-jacket, then her socks and sneakers. The hotpants were almost offensively short, even showing off the bottoms of her ass-cheeks. But she had no alternative…

Finally she looked up. The men around her were still out cold. She turned towards Miller’s computer, which still played the porno with her in the main role. She saw herself on all fours, staring back at the camera with an expression of raw lust. Behind her Carlos squatted down. He grabbed his dick around the base and slapped it teasingly against her upraised butt. “Please fuck my ass!” the horny girl that looked so much like her mewled, emitting another round of laughter. “Show me what kind of bitch you are!” Carlos ordered. The porn-Max looked startled, not sure what was expected of her until Carlos brought his right hand down on her buttock in a stinging smack. “Bark, bitch!” Max closed her eyes and tried to blend the following humiliating scene out but it didn’t help. After a second of hesitation she heard her own voice ring out of the crappy speakers of the computer. “ARF! ARF! ARRnnngh!” until Carlos couldn’t hold back anymore and plunged his length into his hot neighbor-girl’s throbbing butthole.

Shaking her head in disbelief Max stopped the video and ejected the disc. Thinking for a second she put it in her leather-jacket’s inner pocket before turning back to the computer. It took her ten minutes to delete every last trace of the video from the computer. A computer genius might have been able to retrieve it somehow, but Max doubted that Miller would find and bother someone qualified enough just to regain some jerk-off-flick. Sighing she turned around and walked to the door. On the way she picked the envelope with Normal’s report and the fifty dollar note up and stuffed them to the DVD. Fifty dollars were a lot of money after all and no matter how she got them, she wouldn’t leave them here.

On the cupboard next to the door she found a baseball-cap, which apparently belonged to Fisher, guessing from the small size. It fit her perfectly and she pulled it down as far as possible to cover up the writing on her forehead. Then she left the room after a last long look into the room in which she had been fucked in every hole in every thinkable position to orgasm after orgasm.

It was dark outside when Max stepped out of the building. The clock in Miller’s office had told her that it was half past two in the night. She had spent almost fifteen hours in there getting fucked in every way. Despite the sleep she caught she still felt extremely tired and just wished she would get home.

At least the gang seemed to have grown tired of waiting for her as they were nowhere to be seen on the dark street. After being so shamelessly presented to them earlier Max couldn’t have looked them in the eyes.

“Oh, please no…” Max moaned in horror when she stepped closer to her motorcycle. Obviously the boys got frustrated as she didn’t seem to come back and they had let their anger about the way she had treated them earlier out on her poor bike. Shocked Max walked around the black ninja and examined the damage. To her relief it at least appeared to be fully functional, but the boys had definitely paid her back.

Apparently they had used a knife or some other sharp object to carve words into the black paint. On the right side it said ‘BUTTSLUT’, drawn over the whole side of the tank. The left side was mainly dominated by the clearly readable sentence ‘I LOVE IT IN THE ASS’ while there were other little insults carved into the empty spaces. Max read ‘BITCH’ and ‘CUMWHORE’ and saw two penises.

In addition to that the boys appeared to have been turned on by the show and had needed to relieve the pressure: the black leather saddle of her poor baby was covered in milky-white crisscross lines of dried spunk! It looked like the whole gang had jerked off over her bike to pay her back.

“Fuck!” Max screamed, the curse echoed through the abandoned street. Annoyed she shook her head, then looked around for something to at least wipe the cum off. After a minute of search she hadn’t found anything and decided that it was time to go home. Sighing she shrugged off her jacket and carefully hung it over the handlebar, then placed the cap on top of it before she quickly looked around to assure herself that the street was still empty and no one was watching her. Then she crossed her arms and gripped the hem of her top, pulling it over her head. Now she stood completely topless, only clad in a skimpy pair of hotpants, in the middle of a street.

Teeth-gnashing, she got to work, using her top to wipe off the sperm from her bike as best as she could. When she was done she looked at the dirty top and decided that she couldn’t wear something like this. She threw it away before putting her jacket back and pulling the cap back on, twisting the peak backwards so it wouldn’t get blown off.

Finally she straddled her bike, started it and made her way home.
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It was four o’clock and Max laid in her bed. She had gotten home an hour ago and had managed to sneak into her room unnoticed. She looked over at her bike. Usually she left it in the living-room, but considering its current state that wasn’t an option, so she had pushed it into her own room. Just in case Kendra would peek in she had broken her own rule and hung a couple of clothes over it to cover the carved-in words up.

She would have to find a mechanic to take care of the words. One on the other side of town preferably as she could already picture what kind of humiliating encounter it would be. But she needed her baby and with those insults written all over it there was no way she could use it. But she could take care of that tomorrow…

Her problem was that she simply couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she could hear her own horny moans. She had rolled around in bed for almost an hour now and hadn’t managed to catch any sleep.

Despite how sore her pussy felt Max could feel her nether lips moisten every time she thought of the way those four bastards had fucked her. Maybe she should have kept one of them as a sex servant to take care of her needs…

Shocked Max realized that her right hand had found its way inside her panties on its own and was now massaging her creamy minge, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

“Fu… Shit!” Max exclaimed. Annoyed she kicked the sheets back. She looked down at her own body. She wore a small pair of black panties and a grey tank-top, her usual sleep-attire. Her nipples poked through the top like little diamonds and there was a dark spot between her legs.

Groaning she sat up. Railed up like this there was no way she would catch any much-needed sleep tonight. She walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer, where she had stored her little portable DVD-player. She had stolen it during one of her break-ins and instead of selling it to some dealer she had decided to keep it. She and Kendra occasionally watched a movie on it when she borrowed one from Logan.

With a little smile she gently stroked the dark surface. It had a small seven inch screen, but it was enough for her needs.

Then she picked up her jacket and fished the DVD out of the pocket before feeding it into the drive. Sighing she sat down on the bed and leaned back against the wall as the movie started playing. She had muted it so Kendra wouldn’t hear anything but the pictures were enough for her. She placed the player in front of her on the mattress and, her eye focused on the screen she reached for the waistband of her panties. Lifting her butt a little she pulled them off over her legs. After thinking for a second she balled them up and stuffed her own, wet panties in her mouth. It would muffle her moans and made her feel wonderfully dirty.

Once the actions started, Max’ left hand automatically pushed her shirt up, bunching it up above her breasts before she mauled her own tits while her right hand was busy between her legs.

When Miller started to fuck her for the first time her fingers weren’t enough anymore. Blindly her hand searched behind the mattress where she had hidden the little pink vibrator. Cindy had given it to her on her eighteenth birthday, saying that ‘since she played for the wrong team she should at least have one chance to get an orgasm’. If Cindy only knew what she had experienced today…

She had blushed and giggled when she opened the present, but after a few weeks she had become curious and had tried the device out and loved it. She began to use it quite frequently.

Now she turned it on and pressed it against her clit while watching herself getting hammered from behind. Vibes of pleasure filled her body and she moaned into the soaked panty-gag.

When the movie came to her first scene with Fisher and the display was filled with a close-up of her spread ass Max felt an enormous pleasure build up inside her belly.

The gag barely managed to dampen her shrieks of pleasure as she reached orgasm.