This is boring, let’s move on.

“Her throat," he grunts, the scarred one, his voice like gravel. "Want to feel how this dumb little teen rapedoll screams."

"Go for it," you nod, leaning against the wall, watching with mild interest.

He grabs Nina by her pink hair, yanking her upright in the restraints, her body limp and broken, her eyes barely conscious. He forces his massive cock past her bruised lips, his girth stretching her jaw to its absolute limit, his length sliding down her already-ruined throat in one brutal thrust. *GLURK-GACK-BLARGH!*

"Fuck, she's tight," he laughs, gripping her hair with both hands, using it as handles to fuck her skull. He pulls back and slams forward, each thrust making wet, meaty sounds, her throat bulging obscenely with his girth, her eyes rolling back, tears streaming down her face.

Meanwhile, the other three men keep working her lower holes. The leader and the tattooed man grab the handles of both dildos buried in her cunt and resume slamming them in and out in tandem—pulling back simultaneously, then driving them forward with brutal force, twisting them as they thrust. The fourth man—the largest one—keeps his fist buried in her ass, punching it in and out, his arm disappearing to the elbow, feeling the dildos in her cunt through her walls.

"Scream," the scarred man commands, his cock buried to the base in her throat, his hands wrapping around her neck, choking her, feeling her gag reflex convulse around his shaft. "I want to feel you scream on my dick, you stupid whore."

He pulls back just enough for her to gasp—a ragged, desperate breath—and then slams forward again, cutting off her air, her scream choked into a gurgling, wet vibration around his cock.

"UNGH! OH G—GLURK! GACK!" Nina manages, her body convulsing, being used from both ends, completely overwhelmed.

"That's it," he grunts, slamming her face against his pelvis, his balls smacking her chin, his hands squeezing her throat tighter, compressing her windpipe around his invading cock. "Choke on it. Stupid little porn doll like you deserves no limits. No mercy."

*GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK! GACK-GACK-GACK! BLARGH!*

He's brutal, relentless, using her hair to yank her head back and forth, fucking her throat like a pussy, his massive girth stretching her esophagus, visible beneath her skin as a pulsing bulge. He twists his hips, finding new angles, new depths of degradation, feeling her screams vibrate through his shaft.

"Feel that?" he laughs, looking at you while he destroys her. "Feel her panic? Her desperation? Stupid little teen fuckdoll thinks she can take it. Thinks she wants it. But she's just a set of holes. A barely legal Gen Z fucktoy with ruined slack holes that nobody could ever hope to fuck again."

"YES! YES! I'M WORTHLESS!" Nina manages to scream when he lets her breathe, her voice completely destroyed, barely a rasp. "PLEASE CHOKE ME! PLEASE DESTROY ME!"

He slams back down her throat, cutting off her screams, his hands tightening around her neck, his cock completely blocking her airway. She's gagging, convulsing, her body trying to survive while her mind craves destruction. The other three men keep pounding her cunt with the dildos, keep fisting her ass, her body completely filled, every hole stretched beyond recognition.

"Look at her," the scarred man grunts, his hips pumping frantically, his cock bulging in her throat, visible from the outside, pulsing with each brutal thrust. "Nineteen years old and taking a cock down her throat while getting fisted in the ass and double-dildoed in the cunt. No limits for porn dolls like her. She was made for this. Raised for this. Desperate for it."

*GLURK-GLURK-GLURK! GACK-GACK-GACK!*

You take a turn ramming your cock down her throat, watching her throat bulge out, swaying your hips side to side to watch her neck bulge move in ways that are undoubtedly extremely painful for the stupid bitch.

But you've seen this before. The throatfucking, the choking, the endless screaming—it's all the same. Nina broke an hour ago. She's just taking it now, grateful and desperate and broken, exactly like she's supposed to. There's nothing new here, no challenge, no discovery.

"Ughhh I’m bored," you mutter, pulling your cock free from her gasping throat and leaving a streak of cum across her bruised face. "Keep going. Ruin her. I don't care anymore."

You stride out of the room, leaving them to their work, leaving the scarred man to choke her out with his cock, leaving the others to their dildos and fisting, leaving Sydney getting triple-fisted by the triplets. You're done with them. You need something new. Something fresh.

You walk through the resort, naked, your cock still hard and slick with Nina's juices, past the pool where bikini-clad whores lounge, past the massage room where you can hear the wet sounds of happy endings. None of it interests you.

You turn a corner, heading toward the east wing, and nearly collide with someone.

"Watch it, grandpa," a voice snaps, high-pitched and insolent.

You look down. She's tiny—maybe 4'8", positively miniature, a doll of a girl. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely covers her ass, and a bright red pair of panties. She's chewing gum, smacking it loudly, her jaw working with deliberate insolence. She’s pure goth. Black hair in bratty twin-tails that frame her pale face, black eyeliner thick and winged, black lipstick, black nail polish. Her eyes are uninterested, bored, and completely unimpressed by you or your naked, cum-covered form.

"Who the fuck are you?" you ask, your interest immediately piqued by her size, her attitude, her contradictory aesthetic.

"Who the fuck are *you*?" she shoots back, popping her gum, not bothering to look up at your face. She's staring at your cock, but not with fear—with mild curiosity, like she's examining a disappointing specimen. "I'm looking for my little sister. Pink hair? Stupid face? Probably getting gangbanged somewhere?"

Your cock twitches. "Nina?"

"Yeah, that's the one." She finally looks up, her dead eyes meeting yours without a hint of intimidation. "Total fucking moron. Signed up for this place the second she turned eighteen. Couldn't wait to be used. Pathetic."

"She's occupied," you smirk. "Four guys, two dildos, triple fisting, getting choked out by cock. The usual."

The tiny girl rolls her eyes, popping her gum again. "Of course she is." She looks you up and down, her lip curling in a sneer. "You one of the guys wrecking that stupid bitch? You look old enough to be my dad."

"How… old are you?" you ask, your eyes narrowing, taking in her miniature frame, her flat chest, her doll-like features. You’re not exactly sure about this one…

"I’m 22, you creep," she says flatly, not missing a beat. "Legal as fuck, grandpa. Not that you'd believe me looking at me." She poses deliberately, sticking out her tiny ass, her t-shirt riding up further, twirling her ponytail, a deliberate tease. "I know. I look ‘taboo’. Everyone says so. Gets me whatever I want."

You half believe her. She could be lying. But something in her eyes—the boredom, the experience, the absolute *lack* of innocence—tells you she's telling the truth. She's 22. If anything, maybe older.

And she's the biggest brat you've ever encountered.

"What's your name?" you ask, stepping closer, invading her space.

"Mina," she says, popping her gum right in your face. "And before you ask, yes, I'm Nina's sister. Older sister. The better sister. The one who didn't rush here to get her holes destroyed the second she was legal." She looks down at your cock, then back up at your face, her dead eyes daring. "Though looking at you, maybe I should've. You look like you'd break easy."

Your cock throbs. The urge to wreck her—to grab this tiny, teasing, bratty little bitch and destroy her completely—floods through you. She's the opposite of Nina in every way. Where her sister was desperate and grateful, Mina is cold, unimpressed, challenging. She hasn't called you Sir. Hasn't stepped back. Hasn't shown an ounce of fear.

"You're a brat," you snarl.

"And you're hard," she shoots back, her eyes flicking down to your cock, her lips curling in a smirk. "Pathetic. You see a tiny girl in booty shorts and you lose your mind. I could ruin you without even trying, grandpa."

You grab her chin, your fingers digging into her soft flesh, forcing her to look up at you. She doesn't flinch. Doesn't gasp. Just stares, her black-painted lips set in a defiant line, her dead eyes daring you to do your worst.

"Try me," she whispers.

You drag her toward an empty room, but she's not screaming. Not begging. Not even resisting—just letting you drag her, her body limp but her eyes alert, watching, waiting, completely unimpressed, her tiny ass barely covered by nothing but a big black t-shirt.

This is going to be interesting.