Keep me as a permanent resident of The Pit.

Marco looked down at me, and smiled. "You know, Jane, I think we've found the perfect job position for you. Your title will be 'Permanent Cumdump'. Think of it as a Human Resources job. Haha, well, like any job, I guess it will take a while to get used to."

I looked at him with sadness in my eyes. I've worked so hard in my life, and now this? How could they do this to me? I can accept that I've done horrible things to thousands of women, and several men, but I mostly treated my employees well. I knew I didn't deserve this fate.

"nnnn...nnnnnnn.....nooooooooooo." I tried to speak, but both my mind and body were too exhausted to do it coherently. Marco left the room. I could hear the locks sliding into place, and the men started on me again, and again, and again.

It's been ten years since I've had my life stolen from me, and I am still the unwilling resident fuckdoll of The Pit that I was once so proud to have created. There are now weight residents, though only three of the men are from my time. The rest of the old ones either passed away or were sold as the situations arose, but my two boyfriends and a former employee still keep me company, as well as any women that are sent her for temporary usage.

I stopped resisting long ago, my body too far outmatched against their steroid ripped bodies to resist the endless assaults. In these ten long years, I've never looked at myself in a mirror, but I dread what I would see. My hair is uncut, though it often acts as a solid mass, having been years since the strands were caked together. My once beautiful skin is no more, as every inch of my body is encrusted with caked sperm. I often wake up with my eyes sealed shut with dry pools of sperm, blind until I pick the chunks away with my fingers.

Pregnancy would have been a problem if the watery cocktails the men take didn't include male contraceptives. With their entire lives consisting of raping women, the side-effect of 'mild psychosis' that keeps it off the market isn't much of an issue.

And, for the first time in my life, I finally feel sympathy for the thousands women that I've condemned to the fate that I now share. Never have I known such physical or mental anguish, far worse than what I thought was possible. I used to be so turned on by thinking of women getting used as mere objects, yet now it is my worst nightmare, one that I live through every moment of every day.

There is no end in sight for my torment. Marco still taunts me, and Lucy still shows glee at my plight, not a soul looking out for me.

Time has no meaning, but when I fall asleep, as one of the monsters continues to rape me, I'm horrified to know that I deserve this fate.

The men continue to bang away at me.

Forever.

-The End-