Agatha woke up to a sense of cold. Her clothes were wet, and the cold steel chair didn't help. Her body hurt all over.
As she opened her eyes to a dark room, the big bright screen hurt her eyes. As her pupils adjusted, she noticed what was on the screen: it was a photo of her at some modeling session from a few months ago.

She noticed she was now wearing a similar t-shirt, and it was wet as well.
An idea of what was happening began to form on her mind when the screen changed to a video. She watched in horror as Frederick fucked her unconscious body at the van. Agatha continued to be horrified when later the chauffeur said, "now is my turn to get my payment," and had a go at her too. Karen too participated, slapping, fingering, and even fisting.
After that, there was a similar scene, “I feel like new. Karen, pass me the slut, I am ready for round two,” and proceeded to rape Agatha‘s ass. After that rape finished, the video jumped to another scene; they dragged Agatha out of the van into a building. They dragged her body through a corridor into a room that had four other doors. The room where she was now.
Frederick, the chauffeur and Karen played with her holes once again.
The soreness at her ass and vagina now made sense, and so did the sticky feeling down there. Now that she thought of it, her mouth tasted sour, and her throat was sore too. She cried as she realized what they had done to her.
After the video ended, the image changed back to her picture. She looked so happy at that photo; she remembered that day, how much fun she had at that session. Now she looked the same, except she wasn't smiling, and she wasn't having fun on a summer day, instead, she was soaking wet, tied to a cold metallic chair with the air conditioner at the coldest temperature.
Time passed by, Agata trembling with cold and fear. She had so many questions, she wanted answers, but she was scared of them.
Suddenly some hands emerged from the darkness behind her and startled her as they fondled her breasts from behind.
"Who is this?"
"You are finally awake my dear," the man said as he kept squeezing her breasts. She shuddered when he gave her a few gentle kisses to the neck as his hands were feeling her nipples through the thin cloth of the white top. “Mmm, I love that contrast. I love how tender is the flesh at your tits, and how it changes texture as my finger goes over your nipples” he caressed her tits, feeling her nipples with his thumbs.
She felt the man's bad breath as his mouth moved from her neck and ears to her face. He licked her cheek, pressing at it with his tongue. Agata looked away, but he grabbed her head firmly; squeezing her cheeks toward him, and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. As classy as he dressed he tasted foul as his bad breath smelled. She felt a saliva drop sliding through her chin.
She cried from mortification as the man stubble and whiskers scratched her cheeks, leaving her cheeks with some stubble burn sensation as he stopped kissing.
“Are you tired of me already? It has only been a few minutes ,and we have a few more hours to spend together”.
“Please let me go,”
“You are not getting out of this room until exactly four hours has passed,” the man said as he moved a hand down to her pussy and fingered it. “YUM! that is a nice night pussy, this is going to be fun!” he then moved in front of her and sucked at her tit, drinking the water from her t-shirt. “mmmm excuse me, miss, I was thirsty,” She wanted to puke as she felt and saw his mouth enveloper one of her tits. Agatha wanted to do something, anything to stop this, but there was nothing she could do.
He sucked harder then bit; she gasped.
“Sorry, miss, I am also hungry,”
The executive kept biting at her tits, leaving teeth marks everywhere and making her whimper and gasp every time. He was getting dangerously close to her nipples, and her body jumped when began licking a nipple. Agatha's skin and joints tensed as she sat there, not knowing if and when would he bite her nipples. To her relief, he stood up, but then he grabbed her tits and twisted her nipples with his finger.
“AIIIIIEEE”
“Scream! Scream as much as you want slut! No one will hear you” then he dragged the screaming girl by the nipples, dragging the chair along her body, and forced another deep kiss into her mouth, muffling her screams.
He let go of her tits and then unzipped, “sorry toilet, I want to pee,” and so he did. He peed all over her already wet body. The only briefly good thing was that the warmth relieved her cold for a moment.
He went away, and the room was silent once again. The screen changed to a black background with some red letters that said: “You are toilet,”
The screen would stay like that while the warmth from the pee went away. Now she was cold again, but also smelled of urine. As she saw him return to the room she said “ please, could you turn off the air conditioner at least?”
“No can do, my sweet thing, but this might heat you up” he slapped her face, then followed it by slapping a tit, then a leg, and then the other. Her air escaped her lungs as he punched her belly. She could do nothing about it, tied as she was. He looked her directly in the eyes and punched her belly again, making the chair fall backward.
“If that is not enough to heat you up, maybe this will work” She hasn’t yet recovered her breath when he crouched next to her and pinched her nipples hard and twisted. Her scream was lower than it would have been because of the punches she just received. He only let go to punch her once more. He attached a ball gag to her mouth then pinched her nose, cutting all air access. He took delight in watching her struggle for air, moving her head to detach his fingers from her nose.
When she was close to blacking out, he released her nose. “Hurting you would not be fun if you are not conscious”. He also took off her mouth gag and left the room.
After a while, the pee became cold. Agatha was freezing once again, and the pee felt sticky on her skin.
“Please, someone! Release me!” she said. No one responded. “Why are you doing this to me?”
She kept begging and trying to get an answer with no result as she layed on the floor.
When the cold was about to make her think she would lose her mind, it began to go away; the room got warmer and warmer. At first, it was pretty nice save for the pee over her; then it got too hot… she began sweating. The door opened behind her. The man went to the front of the room and left a trash can in front of the screen. She could hear some buzzing sound.
As she became more sweaty, the flies detected her sweaty smell.
The screen changed again to some red letters that spelled “What is Agatha? Agatha is a trash can”. Soon the flies abandoned the trashcan to taste the sweat and pee over Agatha, much to her dismay. She would stay like that for a long while. She was beginning to lose her mind when the man returned, holding what looked like a racket; he returned the chair to the normal position. Agatha noticed the racket had a thunder logo and immediately knew what it was. Not a second had passed of her realizing what it was and what it meant, that she felt the electric fly swatter hit her tit, followed by a short but very uncomfortable shock as well as the smell of roasted fly.
“UGGHH” left tit.
“NOOO” Right tit.
A fly flew into her shoulder, and in her shoulder, she felt a hit and the simultaneous spark
*gasp!* she gasped when he hit the side of her belly. The flies directed the pain all the way. Every time a fly arrived at a sensitive spot, Agatha would flinch in anticipation.
“Please, no more!” she said crying before the man killed a fly right on her nipple. Looking at this perfect target, the man directed a strong swat at it, more to hit her than to kill the fly.
Due to the force he exerted, The pointy nipple of her perky tit was able to get slightly past the screen that is supposed to protect from direct accidental shocks. She screamed.
He tried to move the fly swatter but her nipple got stuck from the force, and he smiled at the discovery, stared in her eyes with an evil grin, then looked down at her nipple and pushed the button.
“NOOOOOO!NOO! NO-”
He pushed the button again, making the chair rock a bit with her struggle. He pushed it again and again, “Please! no more!” but he ignored the “please! no” and focused on the “more” and pushed and held the button, creating a continuous stream of sparking on her nipple, she could only struggle in the chair to try in vain to get the nipple released. Then he stopped.
Without a word, he crouched and untied each of her legs “was it over” she thought, hoping for her ordeal to be over. The man then went behind her, “was the time over? was he going to untie her at last?” but then she heard the sound of wood breaking as he separated the back of the chair from the rest of the chair. He grabbed her by the ropes, tying her arms to the back of the now broken chair.
He made her stand up, kicked the base of the chair away, and soon he took her to the floor face down; grabbing Agatha by the hair, he pressed her face against the concrete the floor, the back of the chair still rigid behind her back, kept in place by the bondage on her arms.
Agatha heard a zipper slide down, he pulled her head up until she could almost see the big screen with her picture.
On cue to the zipper sliding down music began playing
“You won't enjoy this bitch, but it will hurt you more than it will hurt me” Her eyes got wide as she felt his dick begin to push between her asscheeks.
“Noooo, please. It hurts” she pleaded.
“Good” was the only word the man said and chuckled before pushing deeper.
Her body drenched in sweat provided enough lube for him, not so much for her. His dick wasn’t too big, but it didn’t need to be with an unlubed asshole. His dick had the peculiarity of being very insensitive compared to other penises, so he often needed more stimulation than normal to feel something. He had often asked his partner to let her use her ass but she wasn’t into that, so he had to settle with what he could get, but now he had an unlubed young hole in front of him. After some pushing he was finally inside the crying girl.
“Here comes the good part”he said, pulled a few inches then pushed back inside making her heave while her eyes turned into rivers of tears. He pulled back and went back inside now faster. He began going faster in and out until he got into a rhythm.
One minute, two minutes, four minutes, five minutes, 10 minutes passed by with him fucking her intensely. He should cum anytime soon she thought, but there seemed to be no end to the ordeal. He just kept pistoning in and out.
“This isn’t real!” sang the vocalist to the hellish guitars “This isn’t real!”
“This cannot be real,” though Agatha.
“This is very real, my darling,” said the CEO as he raped her.
The good thing about his insensitive dick is that he can last longer to cum, and he can fuck hard without hurting himself or getting too aroused too early. Bad for Agatha’s ass, great for this sadistic fuck who was having a great time now pushing himself into the poor screaming activist. The hellish song would repeat itself multiple times before he finished.
He got his dick out, much to her relief. She felt horrible, but her body relaxed a bit… then she felt the dick in her pussy “no, what are you…”
The man went inside her pussy, with no warning, and after pushing his cock inside once, he emptied his balls. “Your ass is fine, but I hope to get a baby in your belly so you can remember me”.
Agatha laid on the floor half-catatonic, not knowing how to process all of this. She was going to need plenty of alone time to process it.
“BOOOOOYS! YOU CAN COME NOW! IT'S YOUR TURN” her rapist yelled.
She wasn’t sure she understood what he meant, but she was not getting her so urgently needed alone time now.
She heard multiple doors open, almost at the same time. There were four doors on that room, and from three of them, men and more men entered the small room.
“wha- what is this” Agatha asked looking at the many lusty eyes staring at her sweet body.
“I told you that you are mine for four hours and there is still an hour and two minutes left. In that time my men have my permission to enjoy the fuckmeat I rented, that means you”
“Boss, an hour is not going to be enough time for all of us” One of the men complained.
“You are right,” their boss said “ Think of this as a game; use your brains and brawns to get the most pleasure from this situation. Time is running out! go!” He said and closed the door behind.
With that, chaos began. The room filled with movement as everyone approached their prey. Someone grabbed at Agatha and took the ropes and a piece of broken chair off her. She could feel physical relief mixed with the burning sensation where the ropes had been, but comfort was not going to last much with this crowd intent on rape. Agatha tried to run for the door, but soon many hands took hold of her. A hand cupped her ass while two other hands rubbed her shoulders. Another hand groped a breast while the other tit got sucked by someone. Hands tried to sneak between the men in front, everyone wanting a piece of her. The man rubbing her shoulders kissed her neck, much to her repulsion.

The sound of her wet t-shirt getting ripped off filled the room. She began dry heaving in panic as many hands and a few mouths invaded her body; this wasn’t painful like the rape she had gone through, but in a way, it was worse. Never had she felt so much like a piece of meat until now.
But pain would come soon, and it would not make her feel less like the fleshlight she was to them. The anonymous hand behind her grabbed at her pelvis, and she felt a penis at her vaginal entrance. It was thick. She tried escaping his grasp, but his grasp was firm, besides, many other hands were holding her in place.
As the dick inside her began pushing slightly, the man in front of her grabbed her by the hair; he took her head down to his crotch. His dick tasted foul. Agatha's tears felt warm and delightful to the man’s balls as he fucked her mouth.
The vibrations her screams produced on his cock while his mate fucked her were very pleasurable too; he wasn’t going to last too much to cum. As the thick dick in her cunt kept going in, she realized the dick was not only thick but also very long. The man fucking her throat was well endowed himself.
Soon her mouth got filled with cum. The man at her mouth held her head in place “swallow it all! cum dump”
“Now is my turn!” another man approached her head, but a third one got first. “Hey! I called dibz!”
“Fuck off man , I arrived first!”
“Come on man! we don’t have time to be taking long fucks!”the crowd was getting more and more impatient by the moment, and it soon would escalate. Someone pulled the man behind Agatha and pushed him away to take his turn.
“I didn’t finish dude!” The annoyed interrupted man pushed the other man. With that, hell broke loose. Agatha body was dragged toward another man’s crotch with rape intent, but someone else wanted a piece too, and her body was rapidly taken somewhere else. She got tugged, pushed, a dick put inside of her cunt only to have a few strokes and her body got dragged once again. It was pandemonium.
Agatha herself realized that she could try to reduce the amount of rape she would get through this hour… maybe she could even escape with all the fighting, the door wasn that far.
She moved toward the man who was closest to the door and he gladly took her in his arms not knowing what she was trying to achieve,but soon a much stronger man took her from him but none would let go, one man grabbed her by her armpits while the other grabbed her by her hips turning Agatha into the rope in a tug of war, meanwhile some men surrounded her body and settled with groping and touching her strained body, others just watched her torment and jerked while waiting for a chance.
The man grabbing her by the hips, with much effort, managed to shove his dick inside her cunt and kept at the tug of war like that. Agatha screams were barely audible with all the noise. She could feel the pain in her pussy, the tight grip on her waist and the constant pull under her arms. Suddenly her body was tugged somewhere else and she was now between a bunch of men fighting for her body. A door opened and three more men joined the fight for sex, making the room even more cramped.
“Leave something for us!”
The air conditioner was not enough for all this corporal heat and everyone was sweating. Agatha kept being moved around; either bumping between fat bellies full of sweat or getting crushed and squeezed between them. She was dizzy with all the movement and the strong smell of precum. She arrived at a corner with a man behind her, he had her all for himself while others tried to move his heavy body but failed. Others punched at his back but he was too horny to care. Without wasting time he pushed at Agatha cunt and fucked her against the corner where the two walls met, hurting both her cunt and her back as he stumped her hard against the angle of the corner.
“You like that huh? you like that? “he asked the crying woman as he pounded her. She looked at the ugly fat man’s beast like eyes, he was an animal fucking a piece of meat, not caring about the pain he was causing. He fucked her and he fucked her hard, the men punching him only made him fuck her with even more rage. Since he was going to get punched, he had to make this count. He finally came inside and all Agatha could do was cry about it.
He let her body slide down the corner, and she sat on the floor then adopted a fetal position… or at least tried for a second, there was no time to rest, and soon she was dragged back to the crowd by a foot. Again inside the fat men’s hurricane, as her holes spilled cum, she could feel the ache pile up on her body.
One of the shortest men in the room grabbed her for a moment. He had a strategy, he just wanted to cum. He had spent a while jerking to the whole scene, and now that he was on the edge, he jumped into the fight at the right opportunity. Dick inside her butt in one swift motion, even if it hurt his dick in the process, he just wanted to cum, and cum he did after a few strokes before returning her to the horny crowd.
The short man wasn’t the only one with a strategy. After some getting pushed and pulled around, Agatha found herself on the floor face up. Before she could get up, she saw a big shadow contrast against the screen. She saw the big shadow approach her and sit over her, and she began having a hard time breathing as the fat man crushed her body; with his dick between her perky tits, he began moving between them. Another man crouched beside her and licked her face, she closed her eyes and looked away as the tongue caressed her neck and cheek, but he grabbed her head “look at me bitch” he said, forcing her head towards him and then shoved his tongue inside her mouth and caressed the insides of it. At the same time, she felt another mouth at the lips between her legs. At this point, she was so desperate and mortified she kicked the air in vain.
The man over her was heavy, and the crowd was tired, so they paused and jerked while waiting for the big man to finish. The scene was quite arousing. All of them found it pleasing to see what to them was some snotty high-class bitch that would never even look at them, getting fucked by lowlifes that would not ever get to fuck someone like her otherwise. In their twisted minds, this was what justice looked like.
They ignored that she was from a humble background herself, and they ignored that she was a good girl that fought for everyone's rights, including theirs. To them, she was another hot girl, and every hot girl deserves to be raped. The man fucking her tits came over her face; leaving a trail of cum passing between her tits and down to her belly button.
Once again, Agatha was dragged to the crowd, she tried getting closer to the door, and she almost did it a few times, but she would get dragged by the hair or an extremity. An hour would pass with her getting manhandled, groped, and fucked by anonymous angry blueballed cocks that haven’t gotten the chance to cum yet.
“I got bad news boys!” the boss yelled after opening the door. “time is up”
Everyone was sad, Agatha was relieved. Finally she was getting out of this hell.
“But I also have good news, I managed to negotiate another 8 hours” Everyone cheered; Agatha froze. “there are only two conditions” Everyone listened silently “You can only fuck her anally, and you have to fuck her as hard as possible with no lube. All of this is getting filmed” No one had an issue with the conditions, except for Agatha.
What happened then?
Agatha made a last futile attempt at running to the door but got stopped and dragged to the screen with her picture. A line formed behind Agatha, her arms tied behind her back, ass exposed. 8 hours of constant rape against her already tired and aching body.
4 hours in, and she was beginning to pass out “swallow this bitch” someone commanded at her after waking her up by twisting her nipple. A pill was forced-fed onto her. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt suddenly more awake. After a few minutes, her body was much more sensitive than it had previously been; she could feel every bad thing that has been done to her body that day, every ache, every inch of mistreated skin, every aching muscle. Even the smallest of dicks felt like fire rods as they banged her, and the problem that even the smallest of dicks wasn’t really that big. She wished to get the sweet relief of a pass out, but the drug would not allow it. Not even when a guy that went by the nickname slutbane fucked her unlubed ass with his thick viagra-fueled 8 inches dick. Again music began playing.
The music playing was as brutal as the song before; a perfect representation of the hard fucking Agatha was receiving. What could have she done to deserve this, she thought. The answer was nothing, she had been a good person throughout her life, but no one in this room cared.
Slutbane not only had a big dick, but he knew how to endure.
"Please stop, I am a human being with rights," She cried.
"Wrong, you are a fuckmeat and a slut; why else would you dress like that?"
"It was just a- wor-k of ar- art" She said the best she could as he fucked her even harder than before as if to make a point.
" You are not an artist, you are a piece of meat that was made to be fucked"
" I don-"
"Shut up before I rape you harder!" he barked. Agatha doubted he could fuck her harder than this, but she didn't want to make things worse.
"You are a whore, and that is the end of it. What is she, guys?"
"A whore"
"A whore"
"A whore"
They began chanting. Agatha cried once again, both from the pain and the humiliation.
Five hours in, someone who had just fucked her ass decided to use her mouth to clean his flaccid dick. She retched at the combined taste of shit, cum, sweat, and the man’s poor hygiene habits. After this, a new trend began. She had to suck many dicks that have just been on her ass. Some had old smegma as a bonus; the longest ones reached far enough into her ass to have bits of poop. Slutbane’s dick tasted a bit like blood too.
Six hours in, someone who had just used her mouth to clean his dick decided to also pee inside of her mouth and made sure to keep her mouth in place until she swallowed it all. They have been drinking beer while they waited for their turn. This too began a trend, and soon she felt sick. Agatha’s belly was beginning to swell.
After an eternity, it all came to an end and the men left the room.
Agatha felt absolutely destroyed, inside and outside. The stimulant was coming down, adding tiredness to the pain overarching her whole body. She had a hard time standing up. She walked outside; the light of the sun-washed over her defiled body. Now that it was over, the weight of the 12 hours long ordeal fell on her, and she cried as she walked down the stair to the lonely dirt road that divided in two a big semi-arid field. She was in the middle of nowhere. She could see the city on the horizon, but it would take her a few hours of walking like this. She felt dread just thinking about walking that much, naked and all sore. She vomited, a foul white-greenish substance coming out of her.
After an hour of walking, there was no sign of people or vehicle. Agatha was feeling dehydrated; she could not walk for much longer. She needed a car to appear soon.
As if god had heard her wish, she heard a vehicle’s doors opening and closing right behind her. She had been so mentally distant that she had not noticed the vehicle approach. As she was about to turn around to see who was her savior, two hands grabbed her.
“Who gave you permission to go for a stroll, bitch?”
She felt her body grabbed; a huge strong man had her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder while she screamed and flailed and punched and kicked, her stimulant at least had given the energy to fight, but it was futile.
“Bu-but the man promised-” Agatha protested.
“He might be a big fish and got plenty of cash, but he is just a client” he barked “ He doesn’t get to decide that, and neither do you”.
Without another word, the man took her to the back of the same van from before. They returned to the building. As the big man, known as the guardian, opened the back door of the van, he found the two men that were with Agatha fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time. “having a quicky, huh?”
Agatha was dragged to the building; she was no longer fighting. The guardian took her to a different room. In the room, there was a cage where she would get thrown. She barely fit.
The man locked the door and spoke the last words she would hear that day “Get some rest. Tomorrow you have more clients, this is your life now.”
To be continued...