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Emma backed away from an aging man shutting the clear door behind him. Please don't be like Tommy, she thought.

But he was. And so were the next... five? six? At some point, Emma lost track of the exact number. Over the next couple hours, her degradation had become routine, almost mechanical. Suck a strangers dick, choke down a sticky load of cum, repeat. One man changed the pace by covering her face in thick gobs of semen. Every man who entered assumed this was all she did. They weren't calculating, like Tommy.

She made an interesting observation. No rule prevented more than one person from entering at a time, and yet, that’s exactly what they all did. She had to be thankful for that, at least.

Until, at last, a man entered not content to settle for her mouth. "Are blowjobs all you do?" he asked.

Emma no longer tried to hide the tears. "What do you mean?" she said, even though she knew what he wanted her to say.

The man frightened Emma half to death. Her eyes only made it to the middle of his chest. His bare arms, thick with muscle, were covered in tattoos. "Well, let me put it this way. What can I not do to you?"

Emma's voice failed her completely. How did this turn out so badly? she thought.

"I can do anything, can't I? he said, taking a step toward the shaking girl when she didn't answer.

He trapped her pink nipple between calloused fingers, pinched until she squealed. With his free hand, he slapped her other breast. The shock left her mouth hanging open after a pained yelp. She rubbed the stinging flesh.

Emma looked to the two caretakers in the truck, hoping they might break protocol and free her. There was no such luck. After all, a slap was not even close to permanent harm, merely painful.

"So there are limits," the man said, following her gaze. "So, what, I go too far, they come in here and stop me?"

When she didn't answer, he twisted her nipple and lifted her to her toes. "Unless you want me to find out what the limit is, you better just go ahead and tell me."

"Ow, okay, okay, just stop for a moment, please."

He released her burning nipple. The returning blood hurt nearly as bad as his iron grip. She curled into her throbbing chest, whimpering and massaging her breasts. Emma knew that what she was about to say would only make things worse, and yet, she had to tell the truth. Since the world clearly wasn't what she thought it was, maybe her abuse could spark some real change.

I thought I was a symbol, she thought. Instead, I'm a martyr.

"The only thing you can't do is cause permanent harm." Emma lifted her chin, stoic determination in her expression, even with her face covered in drying cum.

The man rubbed his hands together. "Then first things first," he said. "while I'm in here, you call me 'Master'."