It always does.

[Authors Note- This part of the story can be a tough read. The life of a sex worker can be very tough, women in that business face many risks. The described events are a fictionalized version of actual events. Read at your own risk, or skip ahead two chapters. These two chapters will include some physical **** and some **** sex. Be warned. Vixx- ]

Vixxen was driving home from the strip club early one morning and was driving home in a daze. she was getting very tired. She had been working five long shifts and picked up the occasional sixth, and thought she might need more.

She had still been working out, still going to dance and yoga, but she had not been sleeping as much.

She was living life on autopilot, which is dangerous.

She drove into her garage, turned off her car and when she opened the car door there was a large man in a ski mask standing right by her. The intruder punched Vixxen in the face, and she dropped.

Vixxen quickly saw the world go dark, she felt a hand on her breast as she faded into unconsciousness. "This is one hot fucking bitch man," Someone said next to her.

“This bitch is a whore man, nothing but a fucking whore.” She heard another man reply as her vision faded to black.

Vixxen woke up in the back of a van, with tape over her mouth and her hands taped behind her. She had trouble focusing, and her head ached terribly. While the van drove along she heard parts of a discussion over loud music, she heard "Fuck that is a big ass," and talk about her "Fat cock sucking lips."

She looked around and saw a very large black man next to her, he was smiling very widely. This man reached over and groped one of her breasts, pinching the area of her nipple between his thumb and finger. He did it hard enough to hurt, she squealed and he laughed.

He pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her tits, and groped them quite forcefully, and when she complained, which he barely heard with the tape on her mouth he spit in her face, then slapped her. “Shut up bitch…” he hissed, “you god damned cock sucking whore!”

When the van got to its destination, she heard the men in the front walk around to the back of the van and open the doors. The very large black man pulled her out and put her on his shoulder as if she weighed ten pounds and carried her into a dirty small house, in a neighborhood she didn’t know. "Welcome home bitch," the large man said. "Get ready to earn your fucking room and board." The men laughed as he carried her in.

"Earn it on her fucking knees more like!" One of the other men said. "Gonna fuck that big fat ass tonight."

Vixxen was very frightened. The house was filthy, there were beer cans, money, and guns laying around the living room. She saw a big **** rifle with a long curved clip leaning against the wall, next to a shotgun. Her breasts were exposed, and in the moment she didn’t care.

“Your not the only one gonna fuck that ass brother,” another man said.

The big man grabbed her by one arm and dragged her to another room, and he did it roughly. She was thrown into a room with no windows and only indirect light. He pulled out a long knife and cut the tape holding her wrists, and yanked the tape off of her mouth. "Please..." Vixxen started, but the big man slapped her hard dropping her again. He was huge, maybe 6'7", and built like a bodybuilder.

"Fucking whore! You don't fucking talk unless we fucking tell you to!" He screamed, leaning down and placing the point of his knife on her neck, the man's voice was deep, she had heard it in her garage. His voice was frightening, the hate in his eyes and his sheer size were terrifying, and the knife touching her neck, it was long and quite scary to experience.

Vixxen was crying, she didn't move. "No..." Vixxen replied, in a very frightened voice.

The large man hit her in the stomach hard. The **** of the punch caused her to land hard against the wall behind her hard, and then slump to the floor. She had never felt such a thing, she couldn't breathe, and the pain was something like she had never felt.

She tasted blood in her mouth, fuck her body was hurting.

Vixxen's dress was roughly torn off of her body, then her thong and her heels. She was completely naked. "Don't you talk back you teasing fucking whore." She looked at the large man's eyes, they didn't have hate anymore, but lust. "You are going to suck some cock bitch, we are going to fuck that big ass. Do it well and maybe we let your worthless ass live, maybe you can fuck us enough to see another day.”

The large man leaned down and smacked her ass, so hard it hurt badly. "Gonna get me some of that ass soon bitch. You just do as your fucking told. Even fucking whores have value sometimes, I doubt you will, but maybe.”

When the man slammed the door she heard it lock, she was completely naked and felt completely alone. She was cold, it was dark, her head was splitting and she couldn't think, and her insides hurt very badly from the punch.