You are put out for public use [Bad End]

You don't sleep for the entire night. Instead you continue furiously masturbating, continually chasing after your next orgasm. By the time your master returns the next morning, you are lying in a puddle of your own bodily fluids, stuffing your pussy with as many fingers as you can manage. When he opens your cage, you finally stop pleasuring yourself and instead try to drag yourself toward that delicious cock.

Instead of dropping his pants, however, he pulls out a rope, which he uses to tie your wrists together behind your back. Once your arms are secured, he holds his hand to your collar, making it glow brightly for a moment before fading again, but still set at a dull glow. Somewhere in your mind you swear you've heard of what he did before, but your mind has gone to far mad with lust to remember something as mundane as a "magic lock". He then grabs your arms again and pulls straight up on them, prompting you to stand up. You do your best, taking a few moments to get up on your wobbly legs. He lets you catch your bearings for a bit before leading you towards the door.

You squint at the early morning sun as you are led into the street and in front of an unusual fixture. It is a short, oddly-proportioned wooden cross affixed into the ground with a sign at the head, reading "Cum inside me! 1 gold, any hole!" If you were lucid at all right now, the sign would horrify you. Now, though, it only makes your pussy throb with anticipation. Your master positions you so that your back is against the odd structure and pulls out another length of rope. He releases your wrists, then pulls you against the post and ties your wrists behind it. As he continues methodically, securing your elbows then upper arms to the post, your mind is filled with thoughts of getting fucked by all sorts of passers-by. Though you've never seen them, you try to come up with mental images for Dwarf, Orc, Troll, and Ogre cocks. The thought puts a smile on your face as your master grabs one of your legs and pulls it up, forcing your knee next to your chest, before securing your knee to the crossbar. He quickly does the same to the other leg, leaving your pussy and asshole wide open and on display for anyone going down the street.

Though The street isn't a busy main avenue, by the time your master finishes securing you and placing a coin box below you, a few people have already stopped and taken notice of the strange display. The last thing your master does before going back into his lab is pour a potion down your throat. As you drink it, your fatigue from lack of sleep fades. You squeak out a meager "Thank you, Master," before he leaves you alone in the street.

As soon as you are alone, you lock eyes with each of the men standing slack-jawed around you and moan, "Please fuck me, I need to be fucked! Slam your dick into my enslaved fuckhole!"

That is all the encouragement one of the men needs - he steps up to you, places a gold coin in the box, and undoes his pants. You smile in anticipation as he strokes his cock and readies himself to penetrate you. His cock is about the same size as your master's but it curves slightly differently, and the moment he shoves his dick into your cunt he hits just the right spot to trigger your climax. You moan and wail for the next several minutes as he fucks your immobilized hole and gives you several orgasms before depositing his seed deep inside you, pulling up his pants, and going on with his day.

The next customer, cock already out and ready, drops his coin in and presses his cockhead against your puckered asshole. Excited to experience this new sensation, you relax your asshole as much as you can, letting his cockhead into your back door. Even with plenty of lubrication having dripped down from your pussy, the thick cock sawing in and out of your ass hurts a little, though you still orgasm when he deposits his hot seed deep in your bowels.

Your wanton moans have attracted a few more people, and for most of the day you are in heaven as you always have at least one hole filled. By the time the cock train has ended, your abused holes are puffy, red, and gaping. Most of your torso and face is covered in drying cum, and a constant drip of semen is coming out of your mouth, pussy, and asshole. For the rest of the day you call out to every man who passes by, hoping he will stop and add his load to the mixture coating your body both inside and out.

When the sun sets, your master comes out to check how much money you made. You watch as he empties the box of dozens of gold coins, each a token of one of the cumshots covering your body and one or more orgasms on your end. He leaves you there all night, only returning to you in the morning to make you drink another tonic before going back into his lab. The next day is less consistent, but you get fucked regularly throughout the day, even a few times by some of the men who fucked you the first day. Many keep returning, making fucking you into part of their daily routine.

You are never released from your bondage. Days turn into weeks which turn into months as you spend all day getting fucked and all night wanting to get fucked. Your cock-hungry brain never even contemplates escape. After all, why would you ever think of leaving this place where you could experience orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm for every waking moment of the rest of your life? Whenever you aren't preoccupied with having a dick inside you, the only thing you can think of is how to coax someone over to get the next dick inside you.

The only thing that breaks the monotony is your master's daily potion he gives you. If you had any logical thought left in you, you would have quickly realized that this potion replaced your need to eat, urinate, or defecate, and keeps you from getting pregnant. Your current brain only knows it as the reason why you can be kept tied up to this post forever, enjoying the bliss of being filled over and over again for as long as your quickly deteriorating mind can still function.