Warehouse Bandits

The auctioneer’s voice rings out across the smoky basement.

“Ten Lentimes! Sold to the Blackwater Crew!”

Your heart sinks like a stone.

Three rough, familiar figures step forward from the back of the crowd. It’s them. The same gang of thugs who captured you in the abandoned warehouse.

The leader (the big, bearded one who first broke you in) grins with yellow teeth as he approaches the stage. His two companions, one wiry and one balding, follow with hungry recognition.

“Well, well… look who it is,” the leader chuckles. “Our little slut came back to us.” He climbs onto the stage and roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Thought you got away, didn’t you?” he sneers. “Turns out the universe has a sense of humor.”

He turns to the crowd and laughs. “This one already knows us well. We broke her in months ago. She’s got a tight cunt and she cries so pretty when we fuck her.”

The other bandits laugh. The leader yanks your leash, pulling you off the stage and forcing you to your knees in front of them. The bald brute gropes your breasts while the wiry one slaps your ass.

“Boss, can we fuck her right here?” the wiry one asks.

The leader smirks and shakes his head. “Not yet. First we take her back to the warehouse where she belongs.” He crouches down, grabs a fistful of your silver hair and pulls your head back. “You’re ours again, slut. Enjoy.”

He stands up and gives your leash a hard tug, forcing you to crawl after them on all fours through the laughing crowd.