Hard times... bad choices

Your trembling hands grip the machete, the weight of the sharp blade heavy in your palms. You glance down at the ghoul Charlotte, her body battered and bloodied from the relentless kicking. She's barely conscious, her eyes glazed over with pain and fear.

You look up at the gang leader Nicholas, his steely eyes boring into you, expecting you to carry out his orders without hesitation. Dale smirks at you, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

The choice is yours. Kill the girl, or face the consequences from these ruthless men. Your new life in this gang hangs in the balance.

You raise the machete, the glint of the blade catching the fading light as you position it over the ghoul's throat. Her shallow breaths quicken as she senses your intent.

"Jerome, I'm warning you…" Nicholas growls, his patience wearing thin. "Either do it, or suffer her fate. I won't ask again."

You close your eyes for a moment, heart pounding, then with a sudden burst of movement, you bring the machete down hard, feeling it slice through flesh, cartilage and bone.

A scream pierces the air, quickly silenced as blood sprays across you, coating your skin and clothes. The head of the ghoul rolls to one side as her body twitches and goes still.

You drop the machete, the reality of what you've done hitting you like a freight train. You've just murdered an innocent person to secure your spot in this vile group. What does that make you?

Nicholas laughs cruelly. "Welcome to the gang, kid. You just passed your first test. Now let's celebrate with some real fun…"

The gang leader grabs your arm, pulling you towards the bunk, the other men hooting and hollering, their intentions clear. You're in too deep now, and there's no going back.

The other males chuckle darkly and start to close in around you. A tall one with scars on his face roughly grabs your hair, wrenching your head back to expose your throat. "My turn to test out that pretty mouth, slut."

He shoves you to your knees and unzips his pants, freeing his thick cock. It's already hard and leaking pre-cum. He rubs the slick tip across your lips. "Open wide, whore. Take my cock like a good fucktoy."

You have **** but to obey. You part your lips and he thrusts forward, forcing his dick into your mouth. He doesn't hesitate, immediately setting a fast, brutal pace, sawing your head back and forth on his shaft. "Fuck yeah, **** on it. This is what sluts like you are good for."

Tears leak from your eyes but you focus on relaxing your throat. He fucks your face mercilessly, using your mouth like a cheap flesh-light. Drool runs down your chin as he hits the back of your throat over and over.

After only a minute, he pulls out and sprays his cum all over your face, painting your cheek and running down your nose. "Ungh fuck, what a good cumslut." He tucks himself away.

The others laugh as they take turns jerking off and glazing you with their seed, turning your skin shiny and wet with spunk. You kneel there as they use you, feeling utterly degraded and humiliated. By the time they're done, you're covered in semen and fluids.

Dale hauls you up and shoves you against the wall. "Alright boys, who's gonna break in her cunt first?" He rips your clothes off until you're fully naked, then spins you around and bends you over a table.

You brace yourself for the violation to come, knowing this is only the beginning of your life as the gang's personal fucktoy. As the first one lines up and slams into you, you let out a pained cry, tears streaming down your face. But you don't fight it.

You've accepted your fate as a cum dump, a set of holes for these men to use.

Your pussy is sore and dripping with cum, your asshole stretched and aching as well. You lay naked and spent, covered in semen and fluids. The men lounge around, smoking, drinking, and casually chatting like they didn't just ruthlessly gang-bang you.

Dale walks over, still shirtless, his muscles gleaming with sweat. He crouches down and backhands your cheek. "Not bad for your first round, whore. You took a good pounding."

He grabs your hair and forces you to look up at him. "Now you're gonna be our new gang fucktoy. We'll use all your holes, whenever we want, and you're gonna like it. Got it?"

You whimper, knowing you're utterly trapped and powerless. "Yes sir," you whisper.

He grins wickedly. "Good girl. Now get cleaned up and get used to your new life. You're gonna be real busy."

He walks away as you struggle to your feet, feeling the cum leak out of your holes. You stumble to the bathroom, wincing with every step.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the bruised, semen-streaked face looking back at you. You've been reduced to a fucktoy, a cum-dump for the gang.

You wash the spunk off your skin, knowing it's just temporary. They'll be back to use you again soon, and again, and again, until you're broken in completely.

You towel off and dress, dreading what's to come. But deep down, a small part of you is excited, craving the rough, ruthless treatment. You're going to enjoy being their bitch.

As you step out of the bathroom, a hand reaches out and grabs your hair. You're yanked over to the nearest male and bent over a table, your pants shoved down. The man spits on your asshole and pushes two thick fingers inside.

"Gonna fuckin' wreck you," the male growls as he pumps your sore hole. You moan, already addicted, ready for more. This is where you belong now.