Mia is being bullied

I sat in the control room, still naked, the caretaker’s dried semen on my face and breasts. The monitor showed the C plant room in crystal-clear definition.

Mia was kneeling on the hard floor, her hands tightly bound behind her back with cable ties. The large metal ring held her mouth wide open; saliva was already dripping from the corners of her mouth. The humiliating black text on her body was clearly legible:

HYPOCRITICAL SLUT

I HUMILIATE OTHERS – NOW I AM BEING USED

FREE FOR USE – EVERYONE IS ALLOWED

BACK ENTRANCE FOR EVERYONE

MIA THE LOSER

The door opened.

The first three men from the winning team came in – young, well-built lads who had just won the game. They grinned broadly when they saw Mia.

“Well, look who’s here… the great organiser,” said one of them. “The one who was calling us ‘failures’ and ‘losers’ just a moment ago.”

Mia tried to protest, but all that came through the ring was an incomprehensible, drooling moan.

The first man unzipped his trousers, pulled out his already hard cock and, without warning, shoved it through the ring straight into Mia’s mouth. He grabbed her by the hair and began to fuck her face hard. Deep, long thrusts, right to the hilt. Saliva ran in long strands from her open mouth and dripped onto her breasts.

The second man stood behind her, spat onto his hand and pressed his cock, without a condom, against her arsehole.

“Back door for everyone, it says so right there…”

He penetrated her with a hard thrust. Mia let out a muffled scream around the cock in her mouth. The third man knelt down beside her, reached between her legs and roughly shoved two fingers into her pussy, whilst rubbing her clitoris with his thumb.

Mia was being used from three sides at once. Her body twitched, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. The writing on her skin slowly smudged with sweat and saliva.

After a few minutes, the first man pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his first load of cum straight into her face – across her forehead, into her eyes and into her wide-open mouth. Mia coughed and gagged, but couldn’t look away.

The man behind her was now fucking her harder in the arse, whilst the third continued to finger her pussy. Mia came for the first time – a choked, drooling moan, her body convulsing, her legs trembling.

The men swapped positions.

Now one was fucking her pussy, another her arse, the third was using her mouth again. They took her mercilessly in every hole at once. Mia was being fucked like a cheap doll. Her make-up was completely smeared; cum was running down her face, out of her mouth, over her breasts.

More and more men joined in – a total of seven from both teams were now in the room. They waited their turn, filming with their mobiles and commenting loudly:

“Look at the hypocrite… so arrogant a moment ago, now she’s being fucked by everyone.”

“The writing suits her perfectly.”

The scene continued on the monitor.

Mia knelt, bound, in front of the glory hole; the metal ring held her mouth wide open. Her body was already smeared with cum. There were now eight or nine lads from both teams (winners and losers).

One of them was holding a thick black felt-tip pen.

“Let’s document this properly,” he said with a grin. “So that Mia knows exactly how many times she’s been used later on.”

They began drawing lines on her body – right next to every hole.

Next to her pussy: one line after another.

Next to her arsehole: lines there too.

Next to her gaping mouth: there as well.

Every time a boy came and ejaculated into one of her holes, another drew a thick line next to it.

I saw how Mia initially tried to resist – her body twitched, she moaned in protest into the ring. But the longer it went on, the more her resistance broke down.

The next orgasm came at line number 7 on her pussy.

Her whole body suddenly tensed, her legs trembled uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back. A stifled, slobbering moan escaped from her wide-open mouth. Her pussy visibly contracted, pulsing around the cock that was inside her. A gush of clear fluid ran out and dripped onto the floor. She came so hard that her upper body slumped forward.

The boys just laughed and carried on.

The special orgasm came around line 14 (arsehole).

This time it was even more intense. Mia screamed loudly into the ring, her body arching as far as the restraints would allow. Her buttocks trembled, her arsehole clenched spasmodically, whilst the lad continued to fuck her hard. She squirted properly – a long jet of fluid shot out and ran down her thighs. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the cum.

The final orgasm came at line 22 (mouth).

A boy was currently fucking deep down her throat. Mia gagged, drooled, and suddenly came solely from the deep throat stimulation and the constant stimulation of her clitoris by a stranger’s fingers. Her body convulsed so violently that she almost collapsed. Her pussy and arsehole twitched rhythmically along with it, even though there was nothing inside them at that moment. A long, whimpering sound came from her open mouth.

In the end, after almost two hours, there were about 28–32 marks next to each hole.

Mia hung exhausted and completely spent in her restraints. Her face, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs – everything was covered in cum. The marks were clearly visible. She looked like a broken, used doll.

One of the lads wrote in large letters across her back with the felt-tip pen:

“MIA – USED 92 TIMES – LOSER OF THE EVENING”

Then they removed the restraints and the ring from her mouth. Mia slumped to the floor, barely able to sit up. She was completely spent, her voice nothing more than a hoarse croak.

The caretaker approached her again, held up her mobile and showed her the Instagram stories and posts that were already circulating everywhere.

“Take a look. Nobody’s talking about Lisa anymore. Everyone’s only talking about you. The loser slut of the evening.”

Mia stared at the images with glassy eyes – photos of her body covered in writing and smeared with semen, tally marks, videos of her orgasms. The stories already had thousands of views.

The caretaker smiled coldly.

“You can go now, Mia. But don’t forget: next time you want to humiliate someone… remember how it feels to be the loser yourself.”

He opened the door and let her go.

I sat in front of the monitor, breathing heavily, my legs pressed together.

I didn’t know what to feel.

Part of me was shocked.

Another part was… aroused.

And a small, dark part of me felt a deep, forbidden satisfaction.

Mia had wanted to destroy me.

Instead, she had destroyed herself.

And I had watched it all live. I crept home and didn’t take on any more jobs for the time being.