No quarter given.

The men, over the next few minutes, fingered my pussy and arse. They sucked and bit my breasts, commenting on my tattoos and piercings. But soon enough the van pulled t,o a halt.

I was panting in both fear and arousal as I heard the side door slide open, and moments later, I felt the men dragging me out. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought two men were carrying me, by the rope attaching my ankles to my throat. I wheezed through the restriction around my neck as they hauled me for some time. My head was light and dizzy from lack of air before I felt them drop me to the ground.

I gagged and coughed several times, and suddenly, there was light. The bag over my head had been torn off. The lights overhead were dim, and I blinked several times as my eyes refocused. Several overhead fluorescent lightbulbs were broken, and around me were crates and other detritus—metal rebar, chains hanging from the ceiling etc.

Then my eyes fell on the men in the room. In addition to my original kidnappers who were stripping, I could see at least five or six other men, completely naked. “Oh, my God!” I screamed, partially out of real fear and partially at the **** play.

The men who travelled with me were getting undressed as the naked men approached me. “Well, ain’t you pretty.” One of them said with a sneer. He was a larger guy with a bit of a belly.

I struggled to sit up, but as I did, one of the other men kicked me back down. It wasn’t really hard but it was still hard enough to knock me over. I fell forward onto the concrete, and almost immediately, this was followed up by a man on my back. I could feel his cock against my arse as the fat guy grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “We are going to take our time, and by the time we are done, you are going to be begging for more.”

I quickly had the idea to spit on him and immediately after, I wasn’t sure if I regretted, or was happy, I did. “Little bitch,” he said as he stepped forward and shoved his cock into my mouth. He pushed deep straight away, and I gagged and coughed around his cock.

Then I felt the guy behind me push into my cunt. “Oh, the bitch is so wet.”

The guys laughed as several of them came closer. I felt them groping me and pinching my nipples. This was it. These guys were **** me, about ten guys were going to **** me, and I literally asked them to do it.

“So, any special treatments tonight, boys?” someone asked.

I heard a round of responses, hanging me from the chains in the warehouse, spray-painting me and dumping me when they were done, and injecting me with **** to get me addicted. As each idea was shouted, I shuddered more, still gagging on the fat man’s cock while the other guy fucked my cunt.

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