She was broken

The guards removed themselves from Amanda, and dressed. She lay on the floor entirely spent. She had long lost track of orgasms for this evening, but she was well into double digits. Her pussy had been stretched my multiple dick, but she still craved more. She hungered. She lay on her back, not having even enough energy to prop herself up to a sitting position. She usually had lots of energy, and drive, but that was before the evening had taken its twisted turn, before her previous life had ended. She realized that Kellner had won. There was no escape for her. There was no returning to the intelligence world. Unless a rescue mission was planned, she was trapped.

A guard tightly grabbed hold of her bound wrists, and forcefully pulled her up to her feet. Her equilibrium was off. She was wobbly on her heels, and fell into the guards arms... ‘how embarassing’, she thought. A black cloak was tossed over her body, and she was led out the room to a dark hallway. They passed by glassed-in rooms, and she saw several beautiful women in the rooms being fucked by men. Some of the men where unknowns, but others were world business leaders and bigwigs from the art community. Amanda even noticed some of the women she had seen earlier at the party. Evening dresses torn and tossed aside, undergarments discarded, they were being taken in a variety of styles. Amanda was brought to an empty room, and the guard motioned for her to enter. She hesitated, but was pushed inside, and almost tripping over her heels. Kellner soon appeared in front of the window, flanked by Claire. Kellner motioned to a guard and said, “go in there and remove those boots of hers. She could try and use the heels as a weapon, or to break the glass. Also, remove the cloak. I have reconsidered, and decided that I want her to be totally naked as I observe her.” Amanda trembled at the guards moved into the glass cell, and reached for her. One held her by the throat, and pulled the cloak from her. Any warmth, let alone protection and privacy, provided by the cloak, was gone. Two guards reached down and unzipped her boots, removing them. Her feet felt the cold tile of the room underneath her. The guards exited, closing the door behind them and securing it. Kellner watched her.

The room was an exact cube in shape, and was totally empty, save for a toilet and sink. At least she wouldn’t have to figure out THAT situation. From her cell, she watched the other women’s wills eventually break as their bodies were entered from every which way. Amanda sunk into the corner of her cell, drew her knees into her chest and put her head down. She tried to block out the sounds of fear and then pleasure which echoed around her. She felt her body relax, and finally allow her sleep. She left the world around her as traveled into unconsciousness.

The next few days were a blur for Amanda. Men would come in and out of her cell, mostly unknowns, but also some men of reputation. The drill was the same though. They would have their way with her body. They would fuck her, and then leave her. Her mind was in a haze. She was given food and drink, but hadn’t been able to bathe in days. Until one day.