Give me away as a sex slave

Marco smiled as if he had a stroe of genious. "I think it would be fitting if you took the same path as the least fortunate of your victims. I know exactly the place for you." He turned around and headed out of The Pit, probably to arrange a buyer for me.

What did he mean by least fortunate? Which of my victims was he referring to? I guess I would have to wait and see.

Within hours I was boxed inside of a crate, with a small air-tank prevening me from suffocating. It seemed like days I remained in there, until finally the crate came to a rest. The light hurt my eyes as the cover was removed with a crowar. A collar was snapped around my neck, and I was pulled out of the crate.

In front of me stood a well dressed Asian in a tailored suit.

"Well hello there, Miss Smith. Your new CEO had told me would be receiving a gift from your company, but I had no idea that it would be the dearly departed former CEO. How was the trip over here?"

"Let me go... please..." I whimpered.

He laughed at my plea. "I'm sorry, Hane, but you know how our business is. I'm still curious as to why Marco requested you be stationed in room C13, but I'm certain he had his reasons. Men, take her to her new home." A large man, also in a suit, led my by a leash down several flights of stairs, until we stood outside C13. As he led me into the room, I saw a naked woman on one of two beds. She looked to be about my age, with long light brown hair matted together with cum. A thick collar was leashed to the bedpost. She had a slender body, clearly a result of not being allowed to over-eat. Leather bands were wrapped around her thights, and chained to bedposts above her head, forcing her legs apart. Her ankles were chained by leather cuffs to the lower bed posts, forcing her cunt into an accesible position. There was a small scar on her lower belly. She slowly sobbed, clearly resentful of her life as a sex slave.

Looking at her, I had a sense that I had seen the woman before. Then it hit me...

It was my friend from High School, Becky! Nearly ten years ago I doomed her to a life of sexual slavery, and all these years laters I chance upon her in a private room of a cheap brothel. What are the oods?

The men that were leading me threw me onto the bed and bound me in the same way that Becky was. In the middle of the bed, below my asshole, was a large hole. I could tell it was there to allow me to relieve myself without being freed. I started to get worred at my prospects of freedom.

The men left, leaving me alone with my former best friend. Did she recognize me, or did she know that I was the one to seal her fate? Finally, she spoke...

"Is that you, Jane? I had been told you'd be arriving soon." Well, I guess imprisonment in the same dingy room was no mistake. "I've wanted to ask you some questions for so long... why did you do it? Why did you sell me to those men? Were my threats to reveal your secret that bad? My God, they've done such horrible things to me..."

Hearing Becky talk about her horrible life as a fucktoy started to me on...

"I wasn't always here. Those gang members you sold me to... for three long weeks they constantly raped me, so many men at a time... it hurt so bad, but they eventually got bored with me and sold me to this dump, for just five-hundred dollars. Since then, I've so rarely left this room, a constant stream of dirty men using me as a filthy cum-dumpster." Becky started to openly cry, and the sight of her pain just turned me on too much. I used both of my hands and started masturbating as Becky continued her story.

"They took my ovaries! They took them... how could they do that to me? All they want me for is a warm hole to fill with cum, and it hurts so bad. Why Becky? Why did you do this to me?"

I responded only in sensual moans as I drove myself to climax. "ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh!"

"What... what are you doing?" Becky looked at me, puzzled.

"Oh my God! Your story is sooooo hot, I just couldn't help myself. The truth is, Becky, that I enjoy nothing more than destroying the lives of women. You were just the first of thousands that I doomed to a life of sexual slavery. For months after I sold you, the thought of you being used for the sexual pleasure of men against your will was always enough to turn me on."

Becky was about to respond to me when two men walked into the room and started to disrobe. Each of them climbed on top of one of us, the smell of B.O. filling my nostrils. He dumped all of his weight onto me and slammed his cock into me, putting me into extreme pain. I began to cry as the pain was too much to take, but the men dumped his cum into me and dismounted. Becky cried and grunted as her man continued to pound into her, but like mine, he dumped his load and left.

For a few minutes, I saw there with a horrified look on my face, having undergone the worst experience of my life, even if it were ever so brief. Was this what I was sending women to do? A week in the pit was the worst thing that had ever happened to me, but a lifetime of this? How could I make it through this? I started to sob, and Becky looked towards me with a smile on her face, ecstatic that the bitch that ruined her life was getting a taste of her own medicine.

That break lasted mere minutes, as two more men came and repeated the events that had just finished. I cried continually as dozen of men came and used me, until I passed out.

I awoke, feeling refreshed, in the same bed that I had lost consciousness in. I ran my arms over my body to discover a stitches on my belly. It didn't make any sense, until I remember what Becky said. Did they.... no! Not those! I started to scream.

"You assholes! Let me go this instant!" The asian from the previous day entered the room.

"Ah, hello Miss Smith, I'm happy to see you've recovered so quickly."

"You assholes took my ovaries! I'll fucking kill you!" I thrashed around in my bonds, but the bondage held all but my arms, still feet away from that bastard.

"Relax, Miss Smith. There is no use to fighting your destiny. Marco gave you to us under the condition that you experience exactly what we put that other girl through, so you'll just need to get used to being treated like the piece of shit that you are. Farewell, Jane, and try to enjoy yourself." As he left the room, more men entered, and began receiving what they paid for...