High Heels & Lipsticks

Filthy men, Clean work

He grabbed my nipples and used them to direct me to where he wanted me in the room. He carried me in front of the old mattress that was in the center of the room and pushed me on it. Two guys held me down and he started. Everyone started looking blurry. It all seemed surreal. He forced his large cock in, grabbed my neck, and started squeezing it while he damaged me. He wasn't gentle or kind with it, I felt like I was giving birth.

They didn't cover my mouth or tried to stop me from screaming, they enjoyed seeing me In agony. Each time I looked like I was gonna pass out he released my neck, giving me just enough air to be awake through it. He kept going, harder and harder and harder. So hard that at one point the scream wouldn't come out and it's just gasping for air at that point.

After 15 minutes of wrecking my pussy he turned me over and used his hands to open my ass. Each of the other 4 men was holding a limb and he push his large tool inside my ass. He then took the whip, wrapped it around my neck, and used it to choke me while he was wrecking my asshole. I couldn't control my body anymore. He was going so fast and hard that I shitted on his cock, but he didn't stop. He only kept going. "Dirty slut! You filthy whore! You're going to pay for that!" He said as he finally stopped and signaled one of the guys to clean me up as he cleaned up his instrument.  The minute I was clean again, they started taking turns, each of them in my ass! I could feel it getting looser.

Dark chocolate left and came back with a bucket of water, he then put it underneath my face as his friend was pounding me hard and shoved my head in it. I remember drowning, how agonizing it felt. The pounding didn't matter anymore, nothing else mattered. My lungs felt like they were collapsing and that was it. I had no memory of what happened after.

I woke up in an empty room at 11 Am the next morning, I remember waking up on my back and turning on my side facing the clock we used to time men when they came for the extra special.  I tried getting up but I couldn't. The mattress was soaked in blood and every fiber of my body felt soar but somehow I was cleaned and dressed. Dirty bastards always did clean work.

"You're up," Marvin said quietly as he walked over and dropped a 10k stack on my thighs. "We either see you tomorrow or we don't see you at all!" He explained before walking out and leaving the door open behind him. I struggled to get up, it was just too painful, my face was too swollen, and small cuts were visible over my body and face but no blood or shit was anywhere on me. I lay back on my side crying.