Depending on the "kindness" of strangers.

The next morning your new "friends" whisk you away to an abandoned warehouse. Your head is pounding, your mouth feels like you sucked off a skunk, your ass feels like you had a litter of kittens last night, and you just want to find a corner to crawl in and die. You are offered the next best thing from your new "family", a few shots of bitter booze and something a little harder to take the edge off.

You are grateful for their gruesome "generousity" and lose yourself again in the awful excess of their ravenous appetites. If only it could be like this forever, drunken debauchery and blissful blackouts...but a painful part of you know it's too good to last.

This time the onerous orgy lasts longer, they take their time torturing you with with their turgid, throbbing cocks, and you relish every wretched moment of it. But all good things must cum to an end and you are all too soon left to write in another pool of spent spurts.

The long, hard, wretched regretful part of your day begins in earnest as the only clothes your "boon companions" brought with you were your sissy stash. You are set out on the street to busk for change and cigarettes with your feminine wiles. Every waking second is ****, but they won't share their food, their hootch, or their cocks until they've decided you've earned enough. You can't decide which you are starving for the most.

By the time you've earned your keep, you've had to suck eight cocks, jerk off three, and take five up your hungry cunt. You feel the full horrible humiliation of everyone, just waiting for your next chance to go blissfully blank.

The next morning you wake up worse off to more of the same. And the next and the next. Eventually you are traded off to an even worse group of wretches. Every day you sink deeper, your filth cakes on you, your sleepless nights show. You never remember the names of the sea of savages that trade you back and forth like a flask of hootch, you just keep sinking down, hoping one day the depravity will swallow you whole and you won't wake to the awful anguish of regret.

But it never does...