The day after you arrive

After Mr. Yamamoto leaves, no one bothers you for the rest of the day. You are left to your own devices, except when a guard came with food and other supplies for you. He leaves quickly though and you are left to your thoughts. For the most part, you sit on the couch and watch the little television in the room. It only gets two channels, the news which is only in Japanese and an cartoon channel, which has English subtitles. You settle on the second, hoping that it would at least help you learn a few common phrases that could help you make life easier.

When nighttime comes, the implications of what is coming hits you. Soon, some strange man will come barging in here with the intention of fucking you senseless, regardless of your feelings on the situation. Part of you wants to rebel and not conform to this sick business, but the more logical side of you wins out. If you behave and do what they want, you'll gain more freedoms. With those freedoms, you can try to find a way to escape or send an S.O.S out to someone who could get you out of here. And Mr. Yamamoto said that, if you behave, you would be allowed to speak to the other bottoms here. Maybe one of them are already working on escape and could use your help!

You decide to obey for however long it takes you to get away from here. With that decision on your mind, you decide to make it easier on yourself. Whenever someone comes in here, whether it be tomorrow or next week, you'll at least not be in too much pain. You pull down your pants and spend the next hour working yourself open. It feels weird, but you hope the feeling will become pleasurable with time.

When you think you've stretched yourself open enough for the night, you pull out your fingers and go take a quick shower before bed. It relaxes you enough to allow you to get some sleep.

The next morning, you barely finish your breakfast before you hear the lock on the front door release and a man walks in. You eye him nervously, but you know what you have to do. You strip out your pajamas and position yourself on your hands and knees of the bed.

The man says something in a tongue you can't understand, but by his tone of voice you guess that he's pleased with your action. He strips and you can't tear your eyes away, wanting to know what you're going up against.

Thankfully, the man is not so well-endowed. You can tell he only just passed the mark and you relax a little further. At least you don't have to take a monster cock when you lose your virginity.

Your client wastes no time, quickly crossing the room and mounting you, though he struggles to find your hole in his lust. You spread your legs further apart and he reaches back, guiding his cock into the warm heat that it your ass.

You're greatful that you spent some time stretching yourself out last night, as the top has no interest in making sure your body can take him without hurting you. He pushes in, mumbling under his breath. You wonder what he's saying, though you have no doubt that he's talking very dirty at the moment.

Your first client doesn't last long. He barely makes it five minutes in you before he cries out, filling you with his seed. It isn't much and soon he leaves you to your lonesome once more. You wouldn't be surprised if you see him again, but as a bottom for this place. You doubt he could get anyone pregnant.

You remain busy throughout the day, getting a varied amount of clients as the hours tick by. Some remind you of the first man, inexperienced and small. But there are other men you receive who give you through poundings, leaving your hole red and gaping with what feels like gallons of seed deep inside you. You have a feeling that you will be seeing them again as well, based on their fascination with you. By the end of the day, you are exhausted and fall asleep in a mess of semen and sweat.