Should have read the contract

Jim couldn't believe his luck when he saw the email from the fresh-faced, 19-year-old English girl named Sophie. She was a perfect fit for the role Asmodeus had in mind. Her innocence was palpable, and the potential for corruption was tantalizing. As she signed the contract without a second thought, his heart raced with excitement. He knew she was about to embark on a journey she could never have imagined.

As she walked into his office, her youthful energy filled the room. She looked around, a mix of excitement and nervousness playing on her delicate features. She had no idea the depths she was about to plunge into. Jim gestured for her to take a seat, his eyes lingering over her barely-there outfit, a smirk playing on his lips. He slid the contract across the desk, watching as she skimmed the pages, not noticing the fine print that would seal her fate.

"Everything good?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

Sophie nodded, her eyes still scanning the document. She didn't quite understand all the legal jargon, but the money was too good to pass up. She signed on the dotted line without hesitation, and as soon as the ink dried, Asmodeus' grin grew wider.

"Now, my dear," Jim said, his eyes darkening. "There's a little...clause we need to take care of." He flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. "It seems that part of your compensation is a bit...hands-on."

Sophie's stomach twisted as she read the fine print. "What does that mean?"

"It means," Jim said, standing and unbuckling his belt, "that as a sign of your commitment, you need to...service me."

Her eyes grew wide with horror as she watched him pull out his already erect cock. "But...I didn't agree to this!" she protested weakly.

Asmodeus chuckled from the couch. "You signed the contract, darling. It's all legal. Now, get down there and show us what you're really made of."

With trembling hands, Sophie sank to her knees, her face flushing with embarrassment. Jim grabbed a fistful of her hair and **** her face closer to his crotch. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, feeling his cock press against her lips. He thrust forward without warning, pushing past her teeth and down her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering as her throat convulsed around his thick shaft.

Her nose was buried in his pubic hair as he began to fuck her face with brutal strokes. Each time he pushed in, her throat bulged obscenely, and she had to fight to keep from throwing up. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to breathe around his cock. The smell of him filled her nostrils, and she tasted the bitter saltiness of his precum. She was aware of Asmodeus watching them, his grin never fading as he enjoyed the show of innocence being destroyed.

Her mouth was stretched wide, and her jaw ached from the ****. The sounds of her **** and gagging filled the room, mixing with the sickening wet sounds of her saliva and his flesh slapping together. Jim's grunts grew louder, his grip on her hair tightening as he neared climax. Sophie felt powerless, a mere receptacle for his lust and greed. She had never felt so degraded, so used.

Finally, with a roar, Jim shot his load down her throat. Sophie gagged, but swallowed it all, tears still streaming down her face. She collapsed back onto her heels, panting and gasping for air. Asmodeus clapped his hands together, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Now, now," Jim said, wiping his cock with a handkerchief and tucking it back into his pants. "We can't have a star like you with a head game that weak. You're going to need to practice, and I'm going to help you." He stepped around the desk, yanked down her top, and began to maul her breasts, his rough hands squeezing and pinching her nipples until they were rock-hard peaks.

Sophie whimpered, but she knew better than to protest. She had signed the contract, and now she was at their mercy. She had no idea how far this would go, but she was determined to get her money and get out. Jim's eyes bore into hers as he twisted her nipples, his grin a mix of pleasure and malice.

"You see, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to learn to love this. You're going to crave it. And when you're out there, on camera, you're going to be the best little cock-slurping whore this city has ever seen."

With that, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while he twisted the other. The pain was intense, but she felt a strange warmth spreading through her body. Was it fear or something else? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that she had to play along if she wanted to survive this twisted game.

Asmodeus stood up, his cock now fully hard. "My turn," he said, his voice a sinister purr. He approached her, his tail swishing behind him like a cat's. He reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. They were deep pools of darkness, promising an eternity of torment.

With a snarl, he slammed his cock into her mouth, so much larger and thicker than any human's she had ever seen. The pain was excruciating as it stretched her jaw to its limits. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle around his shaft. Her eyes watered, and she felt like she was going to pass out from the pain and the sheer shock of what was happening.

For what felt like an eternity, Asmodeus fucked her face mercilessly, using her like a toy to satisfy his sick desires. Her cheeks were covered in trials of her make up and her eyes were swollen from crying.

As he reached his climax, his thrusts grew erratic, and she felt his cock pulse against her tongue. He grabbed her by the throat, holding her in place as he shot his cum down her throat. It filled her mouth so quickly that it spilled from her nose, making her **** and gasp for air. Her eyes watered, and she could feel the warm, thick liquid sliding down her throat, coating it with his essence.

When he was done, he pulled out with a wet pop, leaving her gasping for breath. He smacked her cheek lightly with his still-hard cock. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now, get cleaned up and get changed."

Sophie stumbled to her feet, her knees weak and her throat raw. She was led to a small bathroom, where a set of clothes lay on the counter. The skirt was a scrap of material that barely covered half her ass, and the bikini top was so tiny it barely contained her breasts, leaving her nipples peeking out. She looked at herself in the mirror, not recognizing the person staring back at her. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, her makeup a mess, and her mouth was still coated with their cum.

But she had ****. She had signed the contract, and she needed the money. So, she took a deep breath and washed her face, gargled trying to scrub away the taste of them.

Sophie stared into the mirror as she began to reapply her makeup. Her hands trembled slightly as she drew on her eyeliner, creating dramatic wings that she had seen on the pornstars she had studied before coming here. Her cheeks were still flushed from the ordeal, but she hoped the heavy blush would cover it up. She painted her lips a deep red, a stark contrast to the purity of her teeth.

Once dressed in the skimpy outfit provided, she stepped out of the bathroom and back into the office. Jim and Asmodeus were waiting for her, their eyes hungry as they took in her new look. She tried to stand tall, to hide the fear and disgust that washed over her, but she could feel their gazes like a physical touch, making her skin crawl.

"You're going to be a star," Jim said, his voice thick with lust. "A fucking superstar."

Sophie's heart raced as she sat in the back of the luxurious car, her breasts bouncing with every bump as Jim's hand squeezed and pinched them. She had signed up for a simple porn scene, thinking it was just a way to make quick money. But as she reread the contract, her eyes had widened with horror. The words 'anal', 'vaginal', and 'oral' jumped out at her, and it went on.

The contract she had signed had not been for one scene, but three. Three scenes of degradation and debauchery, each more **** than the last. The fine print was clear: she was to be trained in every aspect of adult film, pushed to her limits and beyond. Her innocence was to be systematically stripped away, all for the viewing pleasure of strangers.

Her first scene was already scheduled for tonight.

The old folks home was a sad, run-down place, the smell of antiseptic and despair clinging to the walls. The room they had reserved for the shoot was a grim parody of a party venue, with streamers hanging limply from the ceiling and a table laden with plastic plates of stale cookies. The five elderly men sat in a semi-circle, their eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. Each of them had a cock that was disturbingly large for their age, and the smell that emanated from them was a potent mix of decay and desire.

Sophie felt sick to her stomach as she walked in, her knees knocking together. The director barked orders at her, pushing her into the center of the room. She was to be the entertainment for these decrepit creatures, a living, breathing sex toy for them to use and ****. She **** a smile onto her face, her heart racing as she took in the scene. The cameras rolled, and she knew that every humiliating moment would be captured forever.

"Gentlemen," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "As a high school volunteer, I want to give you the best experiences I can before you... before you pass on to the next stage of your lives."

The old men leered at her, their eyes roving over her barely-covered body. They had all signed consent forms, but she couldn't help feeling like they were about to feast on something forbidden, something that should have been cherished and protected. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the first man, her smile never wavering.

"As a sign of my commitment to your happiness," she began, reciting the lines she had been **** to memorize. "I offer you all three of my holes. You can do with me as you please."

The room erupted into cheers and laughter, the sound grating on her nerves. She tried to ignore the way they salivated as they stared at her, the way their eyes raked over her like claws. The director nodded at her, a smug look on his face, and she knew she had to keep going.

The first man, Mr. Jenkins, was a withered husk of a man with a surprisingly firm grip. He stepped closer, a leer on his face as he patted her cheek with a hand that felt like cold meat. "Thank you, young lady," he rasped, his voice a gravelly whisper. "It's been so long since I had a sweet thing like you."

Sophie's stomach turned as she realized the twisted nature of this scene. She had thought it was just a sick fantasy for the cameras, but these men truly believed she was there to fulfill their desires. The reality of the situation was far more disturbing than she had ever imagined.

Mr. Jenkins began to unbuckle his pants, revealing a cock that was as thick and veiny as a tree branch. The smell was overpowering, a mix of stale urine and something else, something that made her gag. She took a deep breath and **** a smile as she knelt before him. Her eyes were watering, but she didn't dare look away.

As she took his cock into her mouth, she felt disgusted as she willing started sucking it. It was a taste she couldn't wash away, a taste of bitterness and despair. She worked him with all the skill she had been taught, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. she gagged and struggled to take the thick, disgusting cock down her throat, but she kept going, feeling his hand on the back of her head pushing down harder. The other four old men surrounded her, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they watched. They began to crowd around, their hands reaching out to touch her, to claim their part of the prize that she had unwittingly become.

Mr. Jenkins grunted and thrust his cock deep into her throat, and she felt her eyes bulge as she choked on his length. The other men grew impatient, and she was pushed from one to the next, her mouth a receptacle for their twisted desires. Each one was more brutal than the last, their hands tangling in her hair as they **** her head down onto their cocks, her throat being used as a fleshy conduit for their lust.

Her eyes watered and nose ran as she was face-fucked, tears mixing with snot as the old men took turns violating her. The pain was intense, but she had to keep going, had to keep her job, had to get her money. She could feel the director, Jim, watching her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and hunger as he directed the scene, ensuring that every moment of her degradation was captured on film.

The second man, Mr. Thompson, had a cock that was at least 14 inches long and as thick as her wrist. He **** it into her mouth without any preamble, his hands gripping her cheeks and pushing her face down onto his shaft until her neck bulged with the strain. She gagged and choked, her eyes bulging as she struggled to breathe, her throat burning and raw from the ****. Yet, she found herself taking him deeper, driven by a mix of fear at ruining the scene and having to pay the penalty in the contract. She had to remain a slutty, willing whore for this scene.

Meanwhile, Mr. Jenkins had moved behind her, his withered cock nudging against her tight, wet pussy. She felt his gnarled fingers spread her cheeks apart, the coldness of his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a grunt, he pushed himself inside her, the pain making her eyes water as he filled her completely. Her scream was muffled by the cock in her mouth, the sound lost in the cacophony of the room. The sensation of being so full, so used, was overwhelming. She could feel his age, his wrinkles and the looseness of his skin as it slapped against her ass with every brutal thrust. It was a feeling that made her stomach churn, but she had to keep going, had to keep the scene alive for the cameras.

Jim's voice cut through the chaos, his words a knife in her soul. "Now, sweetheart, why don't you mount Mr. Washington over there?" He pointed to a particularly large and intimidating old black man lounging in a recliner, stroking his thick cock with a leer on his face. "Say 'hi' to the camera and tell your dad hello. We know he will be watching this one day."

The room went quiet. The mention of her father, a man who had always been protective and loving, was a twisted knife in her heart. She knew her father would never watch this, but the implication was clear. They had done their homework on her, knew her deepest fears, and were using them to control her.

Forcing a smile through the pain and humiliation, she turned to the camera and waved. "Hi, Daddy," she said, her voice a sick parody of cheerfulness. She could see the gleam of triumph in Jim's eyes and knew she had played into their hands. But she had to keep going.

Mr. Washington grinned at her, his teeth yellowed and his breath reeking of old cigars. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his massive cock, the tip pressing against her tight, untouched asshole. She gasped as the pain shot through her, feeling the resistance of her body being pushed to its limits. She had never done anything like this before, but she had signed the contract, and she needed the money.

"Look at her, folks," the director called out. "Sophie here is going to show us how much she appreciates the elderly. She's going to give Mr. Washington the ride of his life!"

Mr. Washington chuckled, his hands tightening on her hips as he pushed her down onto his cock, the head breaching her tight asshole.

"Never had the pleasure of a tight little white ass, have I?" he murmured, his voice a gruff rumble that made her skin crawl. His smile grew wider, showing off his yellowed teeth as he watched her face contort with pain. "But now, I'm crossing that off my bucket list, darlin'."

Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Smith stepped forward, their own cocks standing tall and proud. They grabbed her shoulders and pushed down with surprising strength, their grips like iron vices. Sophie screamed as the pressure on her asshole increased, Mr. Washington's cockhead pushing against the tight ring of muscle with a sickening, insistent pressure. She felt herself being split open, her body screaming in protest as she was violated in a way she had never imagined.

"Take it, slut," Mr. Smith whispered into her ear, his breath hot and rancid. "You're going to be the talk of the town with this one."

Sophie's vision blurred with tears as she felt Mr. Washington's shaft penetrate deeper into her ass, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. She bit down on the cock in her mouth, muffling her screams as the pain became unbearable. The shaft was like a hot iron rod, pushing past the tight barrier of her anal ring, filling her completely. She had never felt so full, so utterly dominated and used. The room spun around her, the smell of the old men and their excitement mixing with the bitter taste of their flesh in her mouth.

With a final push, Mr. Washington's cock was buried to the hilt inside her, and she felt her body convulse around it. She whimpered, trying to keep her composure as the cameramen moved in closer, capturing every second of her degradation. She had to keep the scene going, had to stay in character, had to pretend she enjoyed this.

Jim's voice cut through the room like a whip. "Come on, sweetheart, give us a better angle. We need to see that tight little asshole getting destroyed!"

Sophie's body trembled with pain and fear as she **** herself to comply. She leaned back, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair, and pushed herself off Mr. Washington's cock, feeling her ass cheeks part with a wet sound. She paused at the tip, panting heavily, her eyes squeezed shut. Then, with a cry that was part agony and part defiance, she slammed her body back down onto him, feeling the monstrous length of his cock penetrate even deeper.

The old men around her jeered and cheered, their excitement palpable as they watched the young girl's body being destroyed for their amusement. Jim's voice grew more insistent, his eyes never leaving the monitors as he called out instructions to the cameramen. "Tight on her face," he barked. "I want to see every tear, every grimace. Make sure we get that hole stretched out."

Mr. Jenkins grabbed her face, pushing his cock back into her mouth, his grip brutal and unyielding. At the same time, Mr. Thompson lined up his shaft with her pussy, the head of his cock sliding through her juices as he pushed inside her. The feeling of being filled in both her mouth ass, and pussy was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but groan in pain around the cock in her mouth.

The scene went on for hours, with the old men switching places, filling her in every conceivable way. She lost count of the times she was flipped over, bent over, and laid on her back, her body a canvas for their depravity. They used her in every position imaginable, her moans and whimpers a symphony of pain and degradation. The director called for various props, and she was penetrated with dildos and vibrators of all sizes, the sensations a blur of agony and unwelcome pleasure.

Finally, the old men's stamina waned, and their cocks grew limp. They collapsed into their chairs, panting and sweaty, their eyes glazed over with exhaustion. Sophie lay there, her body sore and her spirit broken, thinking that the nightmare was over. But as the last man pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and violated, Jim's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"Good job, sweetie," he said, clapping his hands together. "But we're not done yet. This was just the first round."