You Don't Get A Chance To Choose

Before you can say what you want either way, Twenty shoves you to the ground. Her cheeks are still burning with shame and humiliation, but her eyes burn with ****.

She grabs the back of your head and forces her pussy against your mouth. You instinctively start licking, too afraid to rebel now that you're not in control anymore.

"Th-oh, god- that's right bitch," Twenty orders. "You think you're so fucking great? At least I chose my path. You just- fuck, yes- you just couldn't fight off a fucking mugger. Weak little slut." You try to pull back, offended, but she shoves you back against her. "Keep fucking licking!"

John laughs, seeing you on all fours with your face drowning in Twenty's cunt and your ass in the air. His red marks from earlier are still on it.

With no warning, he rubs some lube on your entrance and shoves himself into your tight little ass. Your eyes widen, but you can't make much noise from your current position. Every frantic thrust of his forces you wide open in a painful stretch that makes you spasm and whimper.

When Twenty comes, she does so right on your face. "You look much prettier when you're covered in cum and sweat," she sneers.

For what feels like an hour, you're tossed around and used by them. When you're not using your mouth to pleasure one of them, you're gagged and tied upso they can whip you or fuck one of your other holes. Finally, you're released, but it's a trick.

"Come on," John says, tugging you down to his lap. "Come hump my leg like the bitch you are." Trying to save what little scraps of dignity you have left, you refuse.

"No!" You gasp. "There's no way I'm- that's disgusting- I won't do it!"

"You can either do it now or you can do it later, in front of my friends and your fellow slaves, after I pass you around a bit. Come on, I just wanna see you come. I'm doing you a favor." Your eyes well up. There goes whatever's left of you.

You sit on John's leg, covered only by the panties he's letting you borrow, and roll your hips. Right away the friction borders on painful, and the only pleasure you feel is **** and limited, but you do it again. Soon you can't stop humping John, your clit twitching against his thigh and your breasts bouncing.

"Good bitch," John says. "Hell, maybe I should get you a collar. Such a good girl deserves a treat, huh?" Twenty pouts.

"What about me?" She demands.

"You can have one too, precious, don't ger jealous," John says. "Besides, if I get you two a collar I'll also have to get you a leash, won't I?" That sounds humiliating. What if he parades you around in public, to your former associates? You'd be ruined. They'd never take you back after this.

That's probably what he wants- eliminate your other options so you have **** but to keep serving him.

Your building orgasm adds to the fear and humiliation you're feeling. When you come, you do so not in moans but practically in sobs, and your abused pussy is slowly covered in your pink garments.