Audrey’s New Life (sample)

Summary: Audrey is adjusting to her new life in the hall with three rooms. Every day is the same, wake, get strapped to a bench, get fucked for hours, get showered, go to sleep. And repeat. Her cherry-blonde hair has been bleached bright yellow and she has learned how to say and do all the right things.

Why is her ex-boyfriend, her new owner, leading her to the end of the hall now?

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Audrey tried not to cry as the twentieth cock that day was shoved up her aching, over-fucked asshole. She used to think that there was no way she’d ever let even a single man put even his pinkie finger into her ass. She’d told a girl who claimed to love anal that she thought it was disgusting and degrading.

Her long blonde hair was matted to her head with sweat, cum, and spit. Her blue eyes were only half open most of the time unless a guy was really big or really rough. Then her eyes would flare open, before scrunching shut.

“Man, she’s still got a real tight ass, even after all the cocks that have been trying to wreck it all week,” the man currently fucking her ass said. “Need to hose the slut down soon, though.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty well covered in jizz.”

The man fucking her ass pulled out and stood above her. She felt the hot rush of his piss land on her bare back and the tickling sensation of old cum being washed aside.

“I’m… I’m thirsty,” she said.

Her ex-boyfriend walked around her trembling body, while the man above her finished pissing and shook the last few drops onto her prone body. She heard her ex-boyfriend unzip his pants and looked up to see his half-hard cock pointed at her face.

“You’re thirsty?”

“Yes,” she rasped.

He pushed his cock between her dry lips and she started sucking gently, waiting for what she knew would come next. A sudden rush of hot, acrid, stinking piss erupted in her dry mouth and she swallowed eagerly, in a fever of need for anything to quench her thirst. The first few times, she’d gagged, spit it out, and told him she’d never drink his piss, but when cum and piss were all she was allowed to drink, the need to survive took over and overcame her disgust.

“Good little slut. You love that hot piss, don’t you? Drink it all down,” he said.

After his piss stopped and she’d swallowed the last mouthful, he left his hardening cock between her lips. The slow, ever forward slide of his cock down her throat as it became hard was almost maddening.

He fucked his cock in and out of her mouth, what little spit she had and his own piss easing the way. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock when he pulled it out, near her lips and her throat relaxed wide when he drove it in and left his halls resting on her chin. She could breathe around almost any cock, thanks to all the abuse her throat had seen that week.

“That’s a good slut. Your mouth is for sucking cock and drinking piss. Don’t you forget that for an instant,” he said.

He fucked her face, cum from the countless men who had fucked her before dripping down from her hair and face, coating his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She couldn’t remember what anything else tasted like, only the seemingly endless variety of flavors, all savory but all different, that the cum and piss of men came in.

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