Life of a

Several years had passed since the day I was sold at auction.

I had no memory of what was before my training anymore. The constant hypnosis had erased everything. I didn’t remember my old name, my old life, or the man I was once engaged to. All I knew was that I was Luna - **** 17-004. My entire existence was serving, obeying, and being used.

My body had been reshaped over the years to better service men. The trainers had given me large, firm breast implants that made my tits perfect for titfucking and slapping. My lips were plumped for better blowjobs. My ass was rounded and padded for harder pounding. My pussy and ass were kept permanently smooth and trained to take multiple cocks without complaint. Tattoos covered my body like a cheap whore’s canvas. “LUNA 17-004” was inked on the inside of my left wrist. “Free Use Cumdump” was stamped across my lower back. Above my pussy was “Voss Property – Holes For Rent”. On my inner thighs were arrows pointing to my holes with the words “Insert Here”. My tits had “Milk Bags” and “Slap Me” written above my nipples.

For the first few years Mr. Voss kept me as one of his personal favorites in his private mansion. He used me every day, sometimes multiple times. But eventually I became too used and worn.

Mr. Voss grew bored with my well-broken body. He bought a newer, younger **** model - an innocent-looking 19-year-old girl fresh from training. She became his new obsession. So he moved my heavily tattooed, reshaped body into one of his high-end whore houses on the outskirts of the city.

I am just another girl here now.

Every night I work in a small, dimly lit room. Men from all walks of life pay to use me. Businessmen, truck drivers, groups of friends - they all take their turn. Some fuck my enhanced tits. Others bend me over and pound my reshaped pussy or ass while calling me a worthless cumdump. Many like to piss on me or in my mouth after they finish. I smile and thank every single one of them, just like I was trained to do.

During the day I stay in a small cage in the back. At night they bring me out to work. This is all I know. This is all I am.

This is my life now.

A sold, broken, heavily tattooed public whore in one of Mr. Voss’s houses - passed around night after night, used and discarded until the next man pays.

And deep down, thanks to the years of hypnosis and training, I am exactly where I belong.