What do they do?

They put on quite a show

You look around at the leering faces surrounding you, slowly closing in.

"Eddy?" You call out timidly, your sweet, innocent voice shaking a little, as your body shudders with arousal.

"You heard the sales-girl, fuckdoll. No one can hear you. Why don't you put your cute, little mouth to better use. I don't know if you know where this is headed next, but you might want to get it as lubed up as you can." One of the customers says as he holds up a massive butt plug between your face and the mirror. Your eyes go wide at the sheer size of the butt plug and you begin to protest, but the customer pops the huge butt plug in your mouth. You dutifully begin to suck, using your tongue to coat the huge hunk of metal with saliva.

"WHACK!"

A few members of the crowd begin whipping you again, still interested in testing out the different whips and crops, but it's not the same mind-wiping barage of pain and pleasure they had subjected you to previously. You look back in the mirror and see that this is because most of the crowd has gathered around your exposed ass. At first you can't quite see what they're up to back there, but you crane your neck, and look into one of the mirrors behind you, and manage to get an angle just in time to see one of the greasy losers shove a large dildo deep into your quivering cunt with a wet squelch. You moan lewdly and the enormous butt plug almost falls out of your mouth. The man continues sawing the dildo in and out of you, while you practice what you've taken to calling your "pornstar routine," in the mirror. You're getting pretty fucking good at it, and the rough ramming of the dildo has you right on the edge of climax, moaning like a little slut, when one of the customers rolls the restocking ladder up between you and the mirror that Eddy had rolled up. It barely fits in the space, but when he climbs the short ladder it puts the large bulge in his sweatpants right at your eye level. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of your long, blond hair, forcefully twisting your face toward the mirror positioned a few feet in front of you.

"I kinda liked that commercial Eddy had you do earlier. When you're done lubing up that butt plug, will you do it for me again?" He uses his hold on your hair to **** you to nod, but all you can do is moan from the rough dildo fucking you're receiving.

"That's a good little fuckdoll!" The man pulls his, surprisingly large, stiff cock out of the waistband of his sweatpants and holds it a few inches from your face. Another man pulls the butt plug out of your mouth with a pop, trailing a glittering strand of saliva from your pink, little lips. He hurries around behind. You can't see what he's doing, because the man on the ladder still has a painfully tight grip on your hair, but you can certainly guess. You try your absolute hardest to ignore the dildo pistoning rapidly in and out of you, and, getting a handle on your lewd moaning, you shakily begin.

"My name is Joy Applebottom." The man on the ladder slaps you hard in the face with his dick. The sheer size of it actually gives it a good deal of heft. You look up at him the best you can with his tight hold on your hair.

"Sorry sir." You turn back toward the mirror and start again.

"My name is Fuckdoll, and I'm begging you to come check out Eddy's Adult Bookstore," you feel someone behind you pressing the butt plug against your tight little asshole, the sudden pressure causing you to pause for a second and let out a stifled little moan. You collect yourself and jump right back into it.

"On North and Main, because, not only do we have a wide selection of exciting toys," he keeps pushing harder and harder, the massive, saliva-slick butt plug forcing your tight, teenage asshole wider and wider. The pain and degradation are almost too much, and you can feel a powerful ogasm bubbling up inside you. Eager to finish before you cum, you plow on.

"Not only do we have a wide selection of exciting toys, but you can test any toy in the shop on yours truly, the new, f--" your cute, pink, little, teenage asshole stretches painfully around the huge butt plug's bulbous girth and, with a final push the butt plug pops all the way in. You cum obscenely; cross-eyed and begging to be fucked harder with the dildo. You're still cumming when the man on the ladder slaps you in the face with his cock again, and you remember what you are supposed to be doing. Shaking with the **** of the orgasm, and still cumming, you moan/scream the rest of the commercial.

"So come on down to Eddy's Adult Bookstore, and please," you have to pause again to moan lewdly, "don't be gentle." As soon as you finish speaking, the man on the ladder shoves his huge cock into your mouth. He's still holding your hair tightly, forcing you to watch in the mirror as he fucks your face from the side, the head of his dick bulging your left cheek. You continue to practice your pornstar routine, moaning around his dick, while he roughly fucks your face. It isn't long before you feel his muscles tense up and he pulls his dick out of your mouth with a wet pop. He roughly forces your head back by the hair, and you open your mouth and stick out your tongue as he shoots thick white ropes of cum all over your upturned face. You look up at the man, moaning loudly from the hard dildo pounding, the continued whipping, and the degradation of being used by this complete stranger twice your age. You are so lost in the haze of lust that you can't remember if that other guy asked you to repeat Eddy's other request as well, but you decide to do it anyway, because it kinda turned you on last time. You look in the mirror, cum splattered across your face and dangling from your chin, and begin slowly, in the same slutty, sultry tone as last time.

"Look at me daddy, I'm a filthy little slut! Does it turn you on to see me tied up and used like the dirty little fuckdoll that I am?" By the time you finish, the next customer has climbed the restocking ladder, and grabbed a handfull of your hair. As soon as you stop talking, he too immediately begins savagely hammering his cock into your throat, using his painful hold on your hair for leverage. You try to continue your pornstar routine in the mirror to the best of your ability, but the man is mercilessly fucking your cum-splattered face and most of the moans just come out as wet slurping sounds. Behind you one of the customers starts tugging on the butt plug. He keeps pulling until it painfully pops out of your asshole, forcing another slutty moan out from somewhere deep inside of you. Suddenly, the customer that had been testing out the huge dildo on your quivering pussy, pulls it out with a wet slurp. You are a little disappointed for a second until you feel the tip pressing against your sore little asshole. The dildo is just as big as the butt plug and you don't know if your tight little asshole can take it, but, strapped up, with a cock violently pounding the back of your throat, you can neither resist nor protest. All you can do is clench your asshole.

Both fortunately and unfortunately for you, the dildo is still slick from your traitorous, sopping-wet cunt, and despite your efforts you feel it start to slide, inch by inch into your asshole. The dildo stretches your asshole painfully, plunging deeper and deeper. Once he's got it in all the way to the base, the customer starts sawing the dildo in and out of your asshole, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing in pace, until he's dildo fucking you hard in your tight, little, teenage asshole. Another customer lines a dildo up with your eagerly drooling cunt, and thrusts it inside of you. It stretches the walls of your pussy painfully, but all you can do is strain against the tight leather straps holding you in this position. You feel exposed, and degraded, and full. So full that the streching pain in your abused holes almost feels... good! So full, that by the time the man on the ladder pulls his dick out of your mouth, you are screaming for them to fuck you harder, as he cums all over your face and hair.

The next two hours pass in mind-breaking ecstasy, as you are roughly double penetrated by two massive dildos, and all the greasy losers in the store take turns climbing the restocking ladder to fuck your pretty, cum-covered face. By the time Eddy finally waddles out of the back office, you are covered in cum, legs shaking from the exertion of countless violently intense orgasms. The customers have all gone at this point, leaving the toys where they are, stuffed deep in your defenseless holes.

"You're doing a great job, I'll be over at the register if you need me." Eddy informs you, as he rolls the mirror back to it's original position, and wheels the restocking ladder back to the back corner of the store. He then waddles over and plops down behind the register, and proceeds to ignore you completely. A trickle of customers keeps you pretty busy throughout the rest of the day, with there always being at least two or three lonely older men testing out various sex toys on your helpless form. Towards the end of the day, a couple of the men from earlier even come back, with groups of their friends. The sky has grown dark out the storefront windows by the time Eddy waddles over to you.

"Alright guys, that's enough fun for the day, I gotta lock up now. Don't worry. She'll be back, tell your friends." The crowd grumbles a little as they file out the door. Once they've all left, Eddy locks the door behind them, and waddles back over to the platform.

"You certainly seem to be enjoying your new role here!" Eddy chuckles as he climbs up behind you on the podium. You look at yourself in the mirror in front of you, glistening with sweat, crisscrossed with bright red welts, and covered in the cum of multiple complete strangers, and you nod submissively.

"WHACK!"

"Answer me, slut!" Eddy barks as he plants a hard slap on your ass

"Yes, sir! I love it sir" you gasp, squirting a little bit on the platform.

"I can tell." Eddy chuckles, bending down to undo your ankle restraints, "you made quite a mess down here." You look down and see that a small puddle of cum and your own natural lubricant has formed under you. Eddy detaches the bar your arms are bound to from the one extending out of the platform, and drops you, face first, right in the puddle at his feet.

"Be a good fuckdoll, and clean up for me, would you?" He beams down at you, as he hops off, and wheels the mirror right up against the platform. You dutifully attempt to clean the platform with your tongue, but your arms are still tightly bound behind your back and your legs feel like jelly, so you end up just rubbing your face in the puddle, fervently lapping at the mixed bodily fluids. You are earnestly trying your best, but in your current state, you make little headway in the time it takes Eddy to climb back up onto the platform. He saunters up next to you, and without warning, places his heavy, black, combat boot down on the back of your head, forcing your face down into the puddle of cum. The degradation soon has you moaning into the puddle, as you submissively try to lap it up, Eddy's heavy foot still planted firmly on the back of your little, blond head. You look in the mirror, now only a foot or so away from your face, right up against the platform. Seeing your degradation reflected back at you just makes matters worse, and soon you are moaning like a pornstar again, face first in a puddle of mixed bodily fluids. Eddy notices that you've stopped cleaning, and picks up a whip off of a nearby shelf.

"WHACK!"

He lashes down hard across your legs, eliciting a yelp of pain, and a slutty moan. You obediently begin cleaning the platform again.

"WHACK!"

Eddy gives you a few more lashes for good measure, and takes his heavy boot off of your head. Eyes fixed on the mirror a few inches from your face, you complete your task. Slurping and moaning as Eddy continues whipping your defenseless body. When he is satisfied with the job you've done, Eddy hauls you to your feet, and half leads, half drags you back to the office. He sets you down on your knees on the office carpet, your legs still shaking too much to stand. One by one, he undoes the straps pinning your arms behind your back. You rub your sore wrists and elbows, cherishing the feel of blood rushing back into your extremities. Eddy tosses you a bundle of fabric.

"Clean yourself up slut, you're dripping on my carpet."

You obediently begin cleaning the cum and spit off of your face and tits. It's even more than you thought, and by the time you've wiped most of the cum off of your tanned skin the fabric is soaked through. You open the cloth up to try and find a dry spot to continue cleaning, and you see that the cum rag you've been cleaning yourself with is your T-shirt. You look angrily over at Eddy, leaning nonchalantly against his desk and chuckling to himself.

"This is the only shirt I've got with me! It's soaked with cum, how am I supposed to wear this home?"

"I guess you'll have to go topless." Eddy sneers back at you as he picks up the wastebasket from beside his desk, and holds it out to you. You obediently put your cum soaked shirt into the trash.

"Can I at least have my shorts back?" You ask pleadingly, the thought of the bikeride home, completely exposed, already making your snatch drool with anticipation.

"I gave them to my brother, Larry, but I'm sure if you ask nicely, he'll let you have them." He helps you to your feet and ushers you over to a door in the back of the office. As you walk in you are hit with a wall of body odor that makes your eyes water. The small room is cramped and very messy. In the shaft of light from the door you see another man, a few years older than Eddy, and a couple hundred pounds heavier. He sits in a ratty old office chair, in front of a bank of monitors that cast an eerie blue glow over the room. Eddy shuts the door behind you and the light from the office is cut off. As you approach, through the blue twilight, you see that Larry has a fancy editing suite open, and he's currently editing some sort of bondage porn. Intrigued by the porn, but more concerned with the condition of your only remaining scrap of clothing, you turn to Larry.

"Eddy said he gave you my shorts. Could I have them back please? I have to bike home and I already lost my T-shirt."

Larry glances sideways at your naked body, before returning to what he's doing. You are about to ask again, when Larry rolls himself away from the desk, and points underneath it. You roll your eyes in the darkness. Of course this creep would have a pervy request, these two certainly are brothers! You wonder if work is going to be like this every day, and the thought makes your heart race a little. You obediently drop to all fours, and, figuring you should make a show out of it, even in the low light, you start to slowly and seductively crawl towards the desk. The movement catches Larry's attention and he tears his eyes away from the screen to watch you crawl, back arched and fully exposed ass in the air, over to the desk. You turn around and kneel under the desk, positioning your head directly under the keyboard and right at cock level. You're not entirely sure if he can even see you through the dark, but just to drive it home you open your mouth and stick your tongue out a little, and look up at the massive creep beaming down at you. He actually looks a little surprised, and keeps looking back and forth between you and the monitors. You can see that he's already got his pants around his ankles, and your best guess is that he was just masturbating to what ever porno he's editing on the monitors. You start to wonder about the porn a little bit, it looked almost professional-grade, but the thought is cut short when Larry rolls the creaking office chair back up to the desk, lifting his stomach fat to reveal his tiny penis, and plunging you into darkness. You easily slide you mouth around his cock and don't even have to take any into your throat. It's a nice change from your afternoon's work, and you actually get sort of into it, once you get over the stench of old gym socks and the taste of salty ball sweat. Just as you are starting to have fun, completely without warning, and far too soon in your opinion, Larry pins your head against the edge of the desk, shoves his dick as far into your mouth as he can, and begins cumming down your throat. Astonished by the sheer volume of liquid produced by such a small penis, and completely unable to move your head, you are **** to swallow gulp after gulp of thick, salty cum, gagging and moaning. When the deluge finally subsides, and Larry pulls his swiftly softening dick out of your mouth, you cough, a little bit of cum dribbling down your chin, and obediently swallow the remainder of his load.

Just then, your left hand finds your short shorts and suddenly the look of surprise when you got into blow job position makes sense. Larry probably was just telling you where your shorts were. Turned on, splattered with cum, and feeling like a total slut, you crawl out from under the desk, and shamefully pull your shorts on. As soon as you pull them up tight around your ass, you realize what Larry had wanted your shorts for. What little denim had escaped your scissors was now splattered with Larry's cum. You shiver as the gooey liquid seeps into your abused asshole and throbbing pussy, and find yourself stifling a moan. It's a lot of cum. It runs down the inside of your legs, sending another shiver up your spine. Whatever Larry is working on must be pretty hot. From the feel of it, he'd been cumming on these all day. You lean in to see what it was exactly that had this creep all hot and bothered.

It's obviously shot in the store, but the camera and lighting quality looks professional. The girl is even tied up in the same position that you were. You pause for a second to admire her performance. It occurs to you that you probably looked no different earlier today, bound in front of a crowd of greasy strangers, covered in sweat, cum, and lash marks, and getting fucked in every hole. The thought turns you on more than you would care to admit. With a sideways glance at Larry, your hand darts down to your traitorous cunt. You try your best to get yourself off under cover of darkness, but the cum soaking your shorts makes a tell-tale squelching sound. You carry on, hoping Larry won't notice, as he continues working.

On the monitor, he cuts to a shot of this poor girl's ass, being brutally whiped by a couple of men. As of today, you've certainly been in her position, and you have to say, you almost envy her. Your whole body still aches from the flogging you received today, but you enjoyed it, and she certainly seems to be enjoying her's. With each savage lash that leaves a long red welt across her round ass cheeks, the girl in the video squirts a little, the dildo slowly sliding out of her contracting pussy. You can't imagine making such a spectacle out of yourself on camera, but the thought kinda turns you on. You let out a soft moan into the darkness, and slip your fingers under the cum soaked gusset of your jean shorts. The squelching fills the room as you reach a frenzied pace. There's no way Larry hasn't noticed, but you are finding recently that you enjoy an audience, so you lean into it, moaning and gyrating your hips. You glance back a Larry and see him watching you wide-eyed in disbelief. He's got one hand under his enormous belly and you can assume, from the movement of his arm, exactly what it is he is doing down there. You lock eyes with him and give him a show, spreading your legs and rolling your hips forward to give him a good view of the action. Moaning like a pornstar, you push yourself, shuddering, closer and closer to the edge.

You're almost there, biting your lip and gazing lustfuly over your naked shoulder at this fat slob, when you glance back at the large monitor in front of you. You watch as the man face-fucking the bound girl in the video, pulls his cock out of her mouth, and your heart skips and sinks down to your pussy, as you see that the girl in the video is you. You stare in disbelief as you watch a close up shot of this man shooting thick ropes of sticky, white cum all over your already cum-covered face, in crystal-clear HD.