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Chapter 8 by Razor7826 Razor7826

Which way should I run?

Turn right, and run around the corner of the warehouse.

I sprinted to my right, towards the corner of the warehouse. Maybe if I got around the corner before my pursuants exited the building, they wouldn't see where I had gone.

As I turned the corner, I glimpsed a large, fast-moving object out of the corner of my eye, but it was too late. The large semi-truck slammed into my side as it slammed on the breaks, sending me flying. For a few moments, I laid on the ground, unable to move my arms and legs, and I quickly passed out.

--Three Days Later--

I awoke in what appeared to be a run-down hospital room. I tried to move my arms and legs, but to no avail. "Hey, what is going on!"

A doctor entered the room. "Ah, hello miss. I see you had a little accident while trying to escape our group. It appears that you've suffered massive spinal damage and are currently paralyzed from the neck down."

I started to cry. "Please, is there anything you can do? I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a wheel chair."

The doctor grinned. "You think you'll be lucky enough to spend the rest of your life in a wheel chair? Not on our watch. Sure, there are possible medical procedures to cure you of your condition, but those would be far too expensive. No, we like you just as you are now." With those words, the doctor removed all of his clothing and removed the blanket from my paralyzed body, leaving me naked and defenseless. He quickly mounted me and shoved his cock into my slit, but I couldn't feel anything.

Tears now flowed freely from my eyes. Not in pain, but in misery. I understood how the rest of my life would play out as just some defenseless fucktoy for whatever these perverts wanted.

--4 years later--
I no longer have any concept of time, nor do I even know where I am. For what feels like years, I've been kept in the same smelly room.

Day in, day out, all sorts of men enter my room and **** all of my orifices. I am no longer anything but a medical freak that is used as a defenseless object, for the perverse pleasures of disgusting men. My ovaries were removed shortly after I became paralyzed, so there is no longer any risk of pregnancy. The asian woman that helped capture me comes into the room and cleans up my messes, and sometimes she takes the opportunity to have fun with me, as well.

Right now, my limp body is being triple teamed by three men. I am sprawled on my side, one leg held in the air as two men pump away at my ass and cunt. The third man is holding my head and ramming it back and forth along his cock. As usual, I am crying, begging for mercy, but it just seems to turn the men on more.

I hate the foul spunk that is now almost my entire diet.
I hate the smell of the men that come to use me.
I hate the woman that squats on my face and forces me to lick her pussy, before she pees on me and starts laughing hysterically.
Above all else, I hate my life. I once had so much potential. I could have been one of the greatest minds of my generation.

Now I am just a warm body, waiting to be fucked.

What's next?

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