First John...

Your first customer of the day is a tall thin man in road leathers… he is dirty and unshaven with a nasty scar across his cheek. As an obedient and petrified prisoner in your own body, you don't protest or resist. In the presence of the tall, thin man in leather-jacket, you whisper in a trembling voice, "Oh… Hello… Welcome… My master… Caleb… Sent you, didn't he?"

He doesn't shake his head or verbally confirm, but his hard stare answers you without any doubt. His eyes move up and down your pin-thin body, locked into your skimpy women's underwear, and eventually fixate on the stains of Caleb's sperm.

Without killing time with glib pleasantries, the man pulls out a thick leather leash from his pocket. He grips it tightly, extending it by several feet with a confident grin. Clasping your throat cruelly, he pulls you to your feet. He turns you around, allowing him to get a longer look at your backside.

"Oh my god…" he groans, grabbing a fistful of the thong's fabric and yanking it violently to the side. The sudden tug causes the flimsy material to split, shearing clean through, and leave your boi-pussy unshielded.

An icy shiver runs down your spine, at knowing what he wants from you. Your limbs feel heavy, the same explosion of submission that Caleb's load triggered at your mind has left you feeling completely numb. Your eyes fill with terrified tears, but you show no signs of rebellion or protest.

The man leads you to a king-sized bed. He unceremoniously throws you down, forcing your thighs apart. He undoes his pants, silhouetting a thick, throbbing shaft. The smaller diameter of his cock head momentarily breaches your tight anus, slowly pushing deeper and stretching the walls of your butt-hole in a blinding humiliation.

Through the haze of pain and humiliation, you can't help but feel a strange sense of relief building in your body. The same mixed emotions play out like a constant feedback loop in your head… Damnation, degradation, and bliss all tangled into one distasteful cacophony.

With slow rhythmic thrusts, the stranger glides in and out, tentative at first and then with more and more urgency. Eventually, he spreads your legs further apart, yanking your elbow back, positioning you precariously over the edge. He brings his mouth down onto your teary cheek and kiss's smooth the flesh, pressing his torso against your boby, as the thunderstorm of pain climaxes in deep, pulsing finality.

You lay there, battered and breathless; his cock throbbing, its life essence filling you as his Dominance lays a claim on your body. Your own climax roars through you afterward, a dark, twisted battle cry lost amidst the sound of moans and labored breaths.

After you both climax, you rest with him on top of you, covered in sweat, tears, jizz, and whatever new fluids your body has conjured in the midst of that violation. You're a broken doll, tainted and splayed out on a foreign bed, draped over a man you would never willingly invite into your presence. Standing up he smirks at you coldly, tucking his spent organ back into his leathers and leave.

Your broken body shivers, gasping for air as the man walks away totally disregarding you. You're left in disbelief at what just happened, your thoughts consumed by the hollow ringing of embarrassment and violation. The door creaks open once again, and you glance up towards the entrance.

A second figure comes into view... an older man, his height is moderate but his weight is a problem. His nose is hooked, and a thick, bushy mustache gives his face a savage, barbaric appearance. His eyes flicker with predatory hunger as they move over your naked form.

In the purest form of humanity's depravity, he walks towards you with no shred of remorse, disregarding the degradation that just occurred. Sitting on the bed he takes out a short, but thick veiny old cock, running his dirty hand up and down it playfully for a moment. "Now lets see how good you can use that pretty mouth little whore."

In a broken state of humiliation, you prepare to **** yourself again, hoping that this ending to your day will be quick. As he aligns his dick towards your greedy lips, you instinctively open up, ready to accept whatever he has to offer. His disproportionately large cock overwhelms your small mouth, forcing it open painfully wide. It tastes of sweat and smells fishy with an overpowering flavor that you struggle to suppress a gag.

As the fat man begins to thrust into your mouth, you grab onto his flabby inner thighs with your slender hands, your knees trembling in submission. Your mind is numb, trapped by the cycle of **** as you're **** to take him deeper, **** on his overbearing size. You're nothing more than an object here... a lonesome vessel for the pleasures of others.

He grunts and curses by your head, his demeaning words filling your ears as he plows down your throat. His pace quickens, slamming mercilessly in and out of your gagging mouth. Just then, you feel a hot gush against the back of your throat... he's cumming. You swallow the bitter load, trying to rid your body of the undesired warmth. The old man pulls out of your mouth, his piercing gaze burning into your soul, and walks back to the chair, deeming himself satisfied. "Not bad... but you need practice... I'll be back tomorrow to train you up some more."

Crawling back to the corner, your spirit shattered into a million pieces, your naked body quivering in shame, as the rest of the day rolls out.

In the evening, Grumpy Caleb feeds you poorly and gives you some dirty water.

Almost every action he takes is accompanied by bullying, which humiliates you and tramples the remains of your self-esteem into the dirt.

When night falls, you are again locked alone in this small room.