There will be no mercy for you today

Each man that uses your asshole is worse than the one before, as your hole, that wasn’t built to handle any cocks at all, gets more and more sore.

You are given no break, no relief, and no remorse.

You keep praying that each cock that enters you will be the last, but it never is. At least, it never is, until you’ve truly lost count.

You have no idea if the man hammering into your busted butthole is number 8 or number 12. All you know, it is that it’s been too much for you to handle, and maintain any semblance of self-respect, or self-esteem. You truly feel like a pathetic, worthless cumdumpster.

You let out mindless, undignified grunts through your ballgag as your ruined hole is endlessly bashed in.

You begin to disassociate, imagining yourself as one of the men in the audience, leering at the dumb cunt chained halfway through the makeshift wall, enjoying watching the determination leave her eyes, replaced with pure exhaustion and shame. What a miserable, sorry excuse for a human being she is. If you can even call her that any more. She used to be a person, but now she’s just a meat toilet, with no name, no feelings, and no rights. It doesn’t matter if her asshole hurts. Why would it? No humans are being harmed in the process. Just a dumb cumdumpster, good for nothing but taking dick in its ass.

The cock in the meat toilet’s asshole ejaculates, pumping another hot load of stranger’s spunk inside. It pulls out of the red raw dick-sleeve it was using to masturbate itself, and then some horrible sound can be heard as that umpteenth load of semen is farted back out.

The announcer says something, and then the men applaud, and then begin to leave. Only the people running the show remain. The butt is removed from the wall, and is now apparently supposed to be a woman again. She doesn’t feel much like a person right now, but she does her best to think and act like one.

“You are free to go now. You’ll be blindfolded again, and taken back to where you were picked up. But before you go… You’re still stuck in debt, right? Well, if your situation was bad enough for you to come here, then perhaps that means you’d consider this?”

You are handed a business card. There’s the name of a company, and underneath it says ‘Adult Film Producers’. Their slogan, underneath that, reads ‘Degrading Amateur Sluts Since 2003’. And underneath that is an address.

You hold the card awkwardly, not really sure what to make of it.

“They have a free shooting slot tomorrow. They’ll be expecting you. Turn up at 12pm, and you’ll be able to wipe out your debt in one afternoon.”

You don’t reply, but you don’t rip up the business card either. You hold it awkwardly in your palm, and silently allow them to take you home.

Porn? You think to yourself as you sit quietly in the car, blinded by the hood, and wait to be dropped off near your home neighborhood. I guess it’s a type of modeling. And if it’s only once…

You feel your anal passage throbbing painfully inside of you. You clench your sphincter.

As long as I don’t have to do anal, it can’t be any worse than this was.

Perhaps a previous version of yourself would have considered whether sex on camera might harm your public reputation in irreversible ways. But something changed inside you today. You lost most, if not all, of the part of you which considered yourself worthy of respect. So the thought of public scandal doesn’t even cross your mind.