VERY friendly

"Dayum it's Christmas up in here!" "Yeah unlike Christmas, I ain't just cum once a year, bitch!" "I'm gonna tear that faggot apart like a cum soaked tissue!" "Fuck you, bitch, I get her first!" "Fuck both yew ugly motherfuckers and yore momma for making yew so ugly. I get first dibs on this cunt!"

A chorus of wolf whistles, cum ons, and **** threats greet you like valentines from Satan. You count around twelve scary, scarred men representing the diversity of the dregs of society. Bikers, bar brawling hicks, louts, thugs, gang members and gang bangers, **** addicts and **** dealers, spousal abusers and self abusers, yokels and yeggs...truly every color, crass and creed of ne'er do well...and each and everyone wants to be your boyfriend.

You hear the cell door CLANG shut behind you. You are surrounded by bodies large enough to block the sight of guards not watching you anyway. You see a towering titan step forward. Bronze, beautifully brutal looking, with a scar on his upper lip twisting his face in a permanent sneering smile. He must be the top dog for tonight as no one challenges him speaking for the crowd..."Easy...or HARD?"

"Easy! Easy! Please, sir...I can be so friendly if you let me! My name's Barbie. Just please, be friendly to me?" You stare up at him with a hopeful, horny gaze and see nothing but cold, predatory hunger in his. You curse yourself for being so bashfully buzzed, the mixture of embarrassment and excitement, hedonistic humiliation, and torrid terror making your animal instincts to show your belly to the superior animals too strong to ignore.

"Yeah we'll treat you real nice!" Yeah, faggot, suck on my tongue, you can use the spit to lube up my cock before I fuck you." "Sweet baby doll, you so cute, I'm not even gonna cut off your titties." "Okay, be a good fag, and I won't tear you apart so hard you can't crawl away after." "Yore the prettiest sissy I ever seen and I won't let no one hurt yew never!"

You are so reassured you are about to have a heart attack, but you push every fear, every regret, every shameful thought into a deep, dark corner of your mind and let your body run on autopilot. It seems your body is more of a sissy fag than you ever admitted to yourself. You waste no time, leaning on your tippy toes to kiss the terrible titan on the lips, opening your mouth to let his tongue claim you as his property. Not surprisingly the crowd's hands are soon all over you, squeezing and pinching, spanking and caressing, groping and exploring. Somewhat surprisingly, your hands are just as eagerly exploring and stroking and hard, throbbing muscle you can reach. You know you should be terrified, ashamed, disgusted...and you are, but it doesn't stop you from sucking on every tongue as your mouth is passed around like a community joint...

"Dayum, she really is friendly!" "Yeah, bitch we about to get real neighborly!" "I think I'm falling in love with this faggot!" "Fuck you, this pretty lady loves me! I can taste it!" "Yew jackalopes are both wrong. She's mah purty angel cunt and we was predestinationed to be together!"

You are drowning in a sea of hungry mouths and hands, gasping for air in between yelps and moans. You couldn't pretend to be this horny with a gun to your head and it's driving your new "boyfriends" wild. Hell, if someone put a gun to your head right now and told you not to drop to your knees and begin bobbing on the circle of hard cocks surrounding you, then all you could do is ask them nicely to blow your brains out after your boyfriends blow their load. Not that it would take long...these boys must have been pretty pent up. Most only last a few slobbery sucks before exploding in your mouth or all over your face. You greedily swallow every drop you can, while even greedier hands scoop up the rest and use it to lube up your cunt.

"Sheeeeeit! This cunt's pussy so sweet, my dick's got a toothache!" "Her throat is even tighter!" "Yeah but this fag's pussier is even hungrier than your throat!" "Fuck that, her hands are like getting jerked off by an angel!" "Yew phillysteins don't know what yore talkin' about. It's Barbie's sticky, sweet soul that's a real ball drainer!"

You feel like some of these cocks might just be pounding you soul deep. You certainly feel stained and sticky inside and out. Every aching, needful inch of you is being filled, fondled, fucked, or fingered. Cum kisses every spot of supple skin or inner crevice. Your own clit leaks a near constant stream of sissy squirts, finally running dry, but not telling your throbbing prostate as it pulses out wet, whimpery waves of sissygasmic splendor. The tiny little voice inside you screaming out silently in terror and shame is drowned out in a flood of cum and sissytonin.

"Fuuuuuuuck! I never nutted a Bitch that many times before." "I know, man, she makes your mama look like the Virgin Mary." "Look at the little princess, sleeping peaceful in a blanket of cum." "God I hope this little slut doesn't get bailed out. I don't even mind sharing her." "Fer once I agree with you missannetropes. We found us a right pearl before swine."

You drift off to sleep, feeling strangely safe and protected by this crew of cutthroats.

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"Wake up, whore. Time for your phone call." The Cuntstable rudely awakens you. He grabs you roughly by the arm, but pauses when he sees his brutal **** reflected in the eyes of a dozen merciless men. He gently pulls you up and takes you slowly, gingerly out of the cell. Even when he is out of sight, he keeps his hands to himself and leads you to a phone.

You rub the cumwebs out of your eyes and dial home. You only have one snowball's chance in Hell of getting out of here. Hope your Mommy answers the phone and that you can apologize enough to get her to bail you out and back on Daddy's good side, or at least his less bad side. Of your Daddy answers, he will delight in damning you to a Hell of a thousand pricks. Though you wonder deep down which fate you are really hoping for...