Everything for the audience.

They left me as if I were nothing but a tissue. The housekeeper raised my head as I saw Min Mei triumph over Emma, ​​so eager for victory that two guards had to stop her as she continued to uselessly whip the defeated Emma.

• Before moving on to the new loser, you will get on your knees and collect the semen of the spectators who want to relieve themselves in you, in any way they wish.

The housekeeper yanked my hair, forcing me to crawl toward the screaming crowd. Greedy hands grabbed me, throwing me to the ground as a dozen men undid their belts with hearty laughter. The first crushed my face against his crotch, the rough fabric of his pants scraping my cheek.

"Open up."

I obeyed and welcomed his cock, which was beginning to harden. The wet heat of my mouth made his flesh harden suddenly, and he roughly thrust his hip forward, suffocating me in one motion. My tears flowed as his fingers gripped my hair, preventing me from backing away. Around us, the laughter grew louder, the other spectators already crowding around, impatient. Another passed behind me, unzipping his pants, leaving no doubt as to his goal.

The second man grabbed my thighs as he pushed his cock into my vagina. I felt his girth tear into me without preparation, a gasp stifled in my throat as my mouth remained violently occupied. The first man sneered, speeding up his thrusts, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. Dirty hands began to feel me up everywhere, tearing off my already tattered clothes.

A third man positioned himself on my side and slapped my cheek with his erect penis, his skin hot and glistening with sweat against my bruised skin. I closed my eyes, but he dug his fingers into my eyelashes to **** me to look. "Open up too, slut," he growled, and I felt his head slap against my cheeks as the first man continued to fill my throat, his jerky rhythm making me ****.

Behind him, the second man pushed deeper, his nails digging purple marks on my hips. The first man came in my mouth, not hesitating to push his penis deep into my throat. While the guy slapping me prepared to take his place, I couldn't stop to catch my breath.

A woman stood up, picked up a whip with leather straps, bent down, and said to me,

• You're going to pay for my husband's sperm, you little bitch. It's not free. I own it.

The woman raised the whip with a swift gesture, the leather straps snapping in the air before coming down on my already scarred skin. A sharp burn tore through my back, forcing a muffled scream from me as the third man took advantage of my gaping mouth to plunge his penis inside.

The housekeeper decided to spice things up and put clamps on my breasts, the ones with the fangs causing the most pain.

A hoarse cry burst from my throat, immediately muffled by the penis occupying it, as the metal bites sank into my tender flesh. Each breath made the clamps tremble, their sharp fangs tearing deeper into the tips of my breasts, as if hot needles were being driven into them.

The clamps bit cruelly, each beat of my heart sending waves of burning pain through my chest. The woman with the flogger sneered as she watched my tears flow, while her husband continued to pound into my throat with jerky thrusts of his hips.

"Hold her tight," she ordered another spectator, who grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the ground. The woman with the flogger raised her arm again, the straps streaking through the air before crashing across my thighs. Liquid fire exploded beneath my skin, making every muscle in my body tense. I screamed, but the sound was immediately shattered by another brutal thrust into my throat, the third man's cock plowing into me until I choked, while the one behind me came gloriously inside me.

Another took his place as a woman shoved a dildo into my anus in one swift thrust, sending me reeling, the searing pain cutting through me like a blade. I instinctively arched my back, but the hands holding me pinned me more violently to the floor. The cold, lubricated dildo sank deeper, every inch ripped away from my resistance.

The woman who had inserted it sneered, her fingers gripping the base to rotate it slowly, rubbing the already bruised walls, while her master impaled my vagina with brutal thrusts.

Pain exploded in white flashes behind my eyelids, each movement of the dildo tearing through my body like a red-hot blade. The man in front of me braced himself, his fingers digging into my hair to keep me from backing away as he climaxed with a grunt, his hot cum flowing in thick streams onto my tongue. I gasped as the woman with the whip struck again, this time on my breasts, making the clamps tremble, their fangs mauling me like never before.

I was becoming a rutting sex beast who only had to resist these most primitive instincts. At that moment, I reached the stage I adored: no inhibitions could hold me back.

My body was nothing more than a toy in their hands, every orifice violated, every patch of skin scarred by their cruelty. The woman with the flogger ran her tongue over her lips as she watched my trembling, her eyes shining with sadism. She snapped the straps in the air before letting them fall across my already bruised buttocks. The pain erupted in a burning wave, and I began to moan, my breath coming in short bursts from the man's thrusts as he filled my vagina.

The woman with the flogger ran her tongue over her lips as she watched my trembling, her eyes shining with sadism. She snapped the straps in the air before letting them fall across my already bruised buttocks. The pain erupted in a burning wave, and I began to moan, my breath coming in short bursts from the man's thrusts as he filled my vagina.

The straps of the flogger lashed out once more, marking my skin with fiery lines that immediately pulsed under the woman's voracious gaze. I writhed, but the hands on my wrists tightened their grip, fingers digging into my flesh like vices. The man in front of me, finally sated, withdrew with a grunt, letting his acrid taste drip down my chin.

My whipper positioned herself in front of me, pressed my head against her clitoris.

• Pay your debt if you don't want me to tan your skin with the whip.

I obeyed like a domesticated beast, as the dildo impaled me with ever-increasing cruelty while the man who had just come was replaced. I didn't know how long I could endure this treatment.

My tongue clung to his sex with animal submission, licking and sucking like a hungry ****. She moaned, bucking her hips, her fingers digging into my hair to hold me there while the dildo inside me twisted sadistically, spreading my flesh with each rotation.

• Yes, that's good, you know how to please your superiors and mistresses again.

I put all my knowledge into it, hoping to make her forget the whip. My tongue worked with **** fervor, snaking around her swollen clitoris, while my lips sealed her sex in avid suction. She gasped, her nails digging into my scalp, and I felt her thighs tremble against my temples. Her pleasure was magnificent; despite my state, I felt a sense of pride in a job well done.