Bonnie awakens...

Bonnie is awakened by the feelings of wet concrete floor and painful splashes of water washing over her body. She is in the underground level of a desolate warehouse, squirming like a worm.

*cough* *cough*

“She’s awake. Bitch hasn’t showered in weeks.”

“What, where am I?” Bonnie’s nerves are still shaken by the sudden sensations.

A foot in a slipper greets her abdomen with a violent kick. Bonnie curls into a ball.

“On your feet, gook.” A stern voice orders. Bonnie struggles back on her feet. Her entire body is naked. She timidly raises her arms to cover her breasts. She is surrounded by four men, one of them pointing a huge camera at her. A guy in leather boots and gloves towers before her.

“YOUR NAME.” He demands.

Bonnie’s mind starts to clear up. She subconsciously touches her hip: “My phone? Please, I need my phone! Where is my phone?”

Her plea is answered by a strong hand grabbing her hair, and another strong hand shoving a sparking stun gun in her mouth.

“Umm! Grrrrrrrr?!” Her legs give in but the hand holding her hair prevents her from falling. The combination of piss and squirt ejects from her holes.

“NAME!” The man in leather gloves shouts into her ear.

“Bonnie, Bonnie Shin…” She speaks with her swollen throat.

The man then **** her to spill every single bit of personal information about herself, ending with the reason why she thinks she ended up here. The slightest hesitation and **** to answer was answered with a fist. Bonnie is finally let go after the long interrogation. Her stomach and face are covered with bruises.

“Wait, are you with Gretchen?” Bonnie comes to the realization.

“SHE is with US.” The man answers firmly.

“Thank God, please can I have my phone back now? Gretchen said that-“

“Shut up!” The man shouts. He turns around and talks with the other three men, before bringing out a barrel of water from the back of a van and bringing it in front of her.

*Splash-* “grlbgbrldbg!?” A hand presses her head into the barrel of water and holds her there. Bonnie was not prepared at all. She is running out of breath quickly, her legs flailing. She feels a soft, hot presence being slowly shoved into her vagina. Her lesbian self has never had a proper cock pounding session in her life. Her vagina juice properly lubes the dick.

But the hot presence pulls out, and suddenly thrusts into her virgin anus.

“UMMMBRRL!” Bonnie runs out of air even faster. Her first anal virginity is taken by a girthy black cock who’s tasted dozens of women before her. Bonnie’s consciousness starts to fade away, but the hand pulls her out of the water.

*cough* *cough* “Please…my phone-” Before she can finish, her head is pressed back into the water.

“Daaamn, virgin anus are so fucking tight!” The man pounding her ass cannot refrain from commenting on the nice squeezing actions he’s feeling. He buries his sharp fingernails deep into Bonnie’s twitching ass, and the meat around his cock tightens even more.

Bonnie’s head is raised from the water again, and pressed back in in a matter of seconds. The cycle continued dozens of times, each time ending with Bonnie either asking for her phone or begging them to stop piercing her ass. The brutal session ends with the black guy pushing for a final thrust. He stands on his toes, and his cock uncontrollably shooting potent seeds into Bonnie’s shitter. His weight overwhelms the water barrel, as his body pushes over the barrel to the ground. Bonnie does a full forward roll, and collapses like a second-hand sex doll, coughing up water.

Something cold lands on Bonnie’s face. It’s her phone. She frenziedly picks up the phone with her shaking hands, completely ignoring her cum-leaking anus and navigates to her trading app. And of course she’s lost even more money, the newly acquired funds she whored herself out for are almost depleted already. This should not come as a surprise. She has been short selling American dollars against Yen for the past weeks, and refuses to cut losses.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!” Bonnie tosses her phone on the cold concrete floor, her face red and scrunched up, her voice cracking. She bursts out crying like a baby. Every bit of money she once had, borrowed, stole, and made from whoring have turned to shit. The magical comeback she longed for for weeks refuses to come back.

“Don’t cry, Bonnie.” A familiar voice speaks from behind her. The sound of high heels hitting the floor softly approaches from behind her. A hand lands on Bonnie’s head.

Bonnie looks back and sees Gretchen, looking at her gives Bonnie a strangely homely feeling. She leans in closer and cries in Gretchen’s embrace, not even questioning Gretchen about the “job” she asked her to perform.

“You’ll always bounce back. It will be just like last time. Despair is but a prelude to a grander climax. You had it before, you know it would happen again. You WANT it to happen again.”

“But I’ve lost all my money…and all the money you gave me.” Bonnie sniffs.

“Borrowed. But I can always give you more, for free this time. I would only need a few things in return.” Gretchen smiles, and wipes Bonnie’s tears from her face with a silk handkerchief.

“What do you want?” Bonnie’s eyes light up with excitement again.

“One of your eyeballs, and a kidney.” Before Bonnie’s face totally turns pale, Gretchen puts her finger on Bonnie’s lips: “I am not asking for them. I only need them as an insurance policy. I will put them back where they are after you triumph. I can offer you another fifty thousand dollars.”

Bonnie’s eyes dilute, and concentrate again. She swallows her saliva, and says with determination: “Yes, yes I’ll do it.”

Gretchen pats Bonnie on her head and smiles: “Good girl.”

“Administer her a light anesthetic, would you please, Mr. K?” Gretchen signals the man standing behind Bonnie, holding a baseball bat.

“Gladly.” He makes the swing and Bonnie again drops like a dead squirrel.