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Bex walks down the alleyway, the neon shining off her boots. She takes a look in a passing window, makes sure her hair is perfect, that her eyeliner isn't smudged. Her pale skin practically glows in the low street lighting, the dark lines of her ball-joints stark against it.
She's looking for customers tonight. Her ripped tights show off her legs, latex shorts tight and showing off a hint of her ass. The black bralette she's wearing is sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. Over top is a fluffy pink coat, warm on her cool skin, and heeled boots, latex and skin tight just like her shorts.
Real girls do fine on the market, she knows that from experience, but bots attract a special kind of client. People aren't afraid to rough up a bot the way they are a real girl. Bots have thoughts and feelings, bots have pain and pleasure receptors, but if they break, they're fixable in ways that real girls aren't. They're manufactured en mass, depending on the bot, and they're… synthetic. Bots on the street especially people don't expect to be high brow models. They're there to serve a purpose, and sure, real girls are a little more of a rare product these days, but that makes people afraid to ruin them. Bex wants to be ruined.
She's gone through enough body modifications that it's almost impossible to tell she's a real girl. Her skin was already light, so pulling the color from it was easy. She didn't have to do this, plenty of bots have normal skin tones, but she wanted to be apart from her humanity. Her skin is a creamy milk white, the only parts left red the inside of her mouth, her nipples, her cunt. The flesh around it flushes pink, the same with her nipples. When she blushes it's faint, but it's a light rosy on her cheeks and tips of her ears. Just like the white bots out on the strip. Her lips are white, she stains them a dark blue. Her eyes are full black; sclera, iris, and all. The ball-joints were done by careful incisions, cut deep below the layers of skin to make it permanent and even, the scarring dyed black to stand out and look as though they were separate pieces connected by synthetic flesh and skin. Her hair is a dark cobalt, framing her face with loose bangs.
Customers like her, they like how “real” she is, how she acts like a real girl and moans like one too. They especially like it when she cries like a real girl, pleas of mercy streaming from her mouth as her skin blooms blue and purple with bruises and her lip splits red with blood. They like it when she tells them to stop and hits them like a real girl, and they can shove her face in the mattress and fuck her harder as she screams until her head gets dizzy from the lack of air. They like to break her the way they think they can't with real girls, and she loves to be broken.
The streets she works on are dirty. Bits of trash litter the streets. There's a grime covering everything. But over it all, the neon hums above them from shop signs and billboards. Street lamps wash things out, but the neon brings color back to the people that make their lives here.
A car drives past. She makes eyes at it and winks, turning and walking away. She hears the stall of the engine, the whir of it turning, and the slow creep back towards her. Bex doesn't turn around, allowing them to turn onto the street she was about to cross and block her way. The window rolls down and a burly looking man faces her.
“What are you doing out at a time like this, sweetheart? Don't you know the streets get dangerous after dark?”
She pushes a piece of hair over her ear, noting how he looks at her hungrily. “Maybe I like a little danger. I can take care of myself.”
He licks his lips. “What's your name, sugar?”
“Bex,” she purrs out. Model 83-X is the closest to real that there is. Their bodies work like real people. They salivate and get wet and bleed just like humans do. They cry salt and have individual autonomy and voice their opinions to the near deaf ears of humanity.
“Bex,” the man gravels. He smiles a little. “How'd you like to be our entertainment for the night, Bex?”
She cocks her head, feigns thinking about it. A group isn't something she was expecting so early in the night, but it's more money quicker. Plus, there's a good chance with these men that she's going to get at least a little roughed up, and the idea has her cunt pulsing.
“I think I could be persuaded,” she says finally, smiling. “For the right price.”
The man flashes his credit slips, and she can see no reason not to get in this car this instant.
“Well boys, I'm yours for the night.”
The back door opens and before she even has a chance to see the inside hands reach out and snatch her. Two sets, one hand over her mouth to muffle her cry of shock, drag her into the backseat. The door slams shut and the driver speeds away.
She struggles a little, jerks in their hold, but these men are stronger than her. A thrill crawls up her back and she bites her lip as the hand gets pulled from her mouth. She tries to look coy, look a little scared and nervous. Which she is, a little, but mostly she's ragingly horny.
A hand grips her jaw, pressing bruisingly into her cheeks.
“You wanna play at being a real girl?” the man says. “Be the hottest bot on the block? I hope they programmed you to like getting used because that's all you're fucking good for.”
He finishes by planting his mouth on hers. She jerks, tries to pull away, but he presses her jaw until she yelps and it opens. His tongue jams down her throat, rough and unforgiving. The man that covered her mouth wraps his arms up around her waist and shoves one hand down her shorts and with the other twists one nipple until she cries out.
“Oh, she's wet,” the one behind her says, and the man in the front seat finally turns to look at her.
“Jerry was right, you are programmed to like being used.” A grin splits his face. “That's just perfect. We've been needing a girl that can take what we dish out.”
The man, Jerry apparently, pulls away from her mouth and slaps her hard across the face. Tears dot her eyes and she breathes in raggedly. The hand down her pants is circling her clit, surprisingly deft fingers pressing his callouses hard over her nub, scraping the sensitive skin. She jerks in place and Jerry wraps a hand around her throat, cutting off her air.
“Should we see how long a bot girl can go without air?” he says, and she opens her mouth to protest but can't get a word out.
“Loosen,” the, presumably, boss says from the front in a stern voice. “We don't want to short circuit her before we've had any fun, do we?”
There's a threat there, and not to her. Jerry loosens his grip on her throat, scowling. She coughs, breathing in lungfuls. She doesn't say, but the choking with the hands on her clit and nipple almost got her to cum. As it is, she's still close, jerking and twitching under his ministrations.
“Oh,” the man behind her says, gentle and just for her. “You're sensitive. I always heard 83-Xs were sensitive, but I didn't believe it was like this.”
With that, he stops circling and starts rubbing. She moans out loud, and he flicks her clit again and again, until the heat building inside of her explodes and she cums with her eyes closed and her cunt clenched around nothing.
He doesn't stop right away, the man behind her. He lets her shake through it and past, until she's gasping out, “No, no, please, no more,” and even then, it's a few more seconds of agony until he finally pulls back and she slumps into his hold.
Jerry goes back to kissing her, sloppy and wet. His hands shove her bralette up, tweaking both of her nipples. Bex sucks in a breath, but is held in place by the man holding her from behind and Jerry's unmoving body in her front. She moans as he fondles her, his knee replacing the man's hand as he grinds it hard into her cunt. It aches and she squirms, which only presses it firmer.
The car drives for a while, and they make her cum again before reaching their destination. She's out of breath, disheveled and flushed, and desperate to be fucked proper. They'd ground her on Jerry's knee until she came with a broken moan and a hand gripping her hair. She wants a cock inside her yesterday, she wants her lips wrapped around a dick and her throat spasming from choking on it. She wants a mouth on her, licking her clean and messy all the same. She wants, and she wants, and she wants.
“I want–,” she starts, but the hand from behind her covers her mouth again. She makes an indignant noise behind it.
“Struggle,” is whispered into her ear. She stills, listening. The boss and Jerry are discussing something with the driver. The man behind her cups a hand over her through the shorts. “They like it when you struggle. You like it rough, right? You wouldn't be in this car if you didn't. You want them to treat you rough? Struggle. Say no. Beg. You'll get what you want.”
She breathes through the hand, closes her eyes. Lets herself want for another second, and then stops. She knows how to play a role. She plays a role every time she goes outside. These guys want a beggar? They want someone who doesn't want it? She can be that. Hopefully, she won't have to pretend for long. She likes it best when they break her into actually wanting it to end. When they take it too far and make her wish she'd never agreed to be there. It always makes her cum harder.
The car pulls into a fancy driveway, and she's a little star struck. These men are rich rich. She's bagged some fucking underlord and his lackeys for the night and didn't even know it.
“You want it?” he whispers into her ear. His fingers find her clit again through the latex, rubs her just enough to make her desperate. She nods. “Then work for it.”
He shoves open his door and drags her out of it. She kicks, she screams, she bites his hand and hears him curse. The sharp taste of blood lights up her tongue and she squirms harder.
“Ohh, the bitch changed her mind?” Jerry wrenches himself out of the car. He grabs her ankles and hauls them up, limiting her mobility. “Too bad, shoulda thought of that before you offered yourself up, cunt.”
The guy pulls his hand back from her mouth, hissing. “She fucking bit me.”
Jerry's eyes darken, and she gets a little more afraid. “Did she now?”
The boss steps out, cracks his knuckles. “Oh, we got a fighter? Good. I like ‘em wily.”
They drag her into the house, past servant bots who don't look at her and furniture she wouldn't be able to afford in her dreams. Hauling her down the stairs, the one she bit looks down at her, eyes cold. “I'm going to enjoy breaking you.”
Jerry and the boss laugh, the boss twisting her nipples until she whimpers. The stairway ends at a locked door. The boss punches in the keycode and the doors slide open. The room inside is dark, lighting up as they enter. Its cool blue lights wash the room in an eerie glow, and she can barely see, but what she can see makes her stomach drop.
These men are professional in the act of fucking it seems.
They notice her quiet down and the boss laughs. “If you're good, you'll only have to experience a little bit of our hobby. We don't punish girls who don't deserve it.”
“Robot cunts always deserve it,” Jerry mutters, dropping her feet unceremoniously on the bed.
“That's true,” says the one holding her arms. He's got her in a locked grip under her armpits, and she squirms, looking up at him. “Robot cunts can take a lot, and this one seems to love it.”
“No,” she finally says, quiet and shaky. “Please, I– I just wanted to make a little money, not this.”
“Teak,” the boss says, and the man still holding her looks up. Where has she heard that name before? “Your call. Hard or easy?”
Teak thinks for a minute, still holding her whole upper body. He's lean, but muscled. Stronger than he looks. He has a few augmentations, tattoos on his arms, a few piercings in his ears, and what looks like camera implants in his eyes, but otherwise he's normal. His gray hair hangs in his face, shading his eyes.
“Easy,” he says eventually, and Jerry visibly deflates. “But I wanna see her cry.”
She tenses up, and Teak drops her onto the bed, shocking whatever move she was going to make out of her. Jerry's on her in a second, ripping her shorts down and exposing her dripping slit. She's clean shaven, always, and the flush of pink on her white skin is clear as day. She kicks back and tries to get away, but he loops his arms around her legs and drags her down the bed to meet his mouth.
The first pass of his tongue zaps her brain, and she moans loud and long as she grinds into his lips. She wouldn't have expected this guy to be the one to eat pussy, but she's in no place to complain. Teak takes her wrists in his hands and pulls them up, up, up away from her body and she barely acknowledges it until she hears the click and feels cold metal wrap around them.
Looking up finds her handcuffed to the headboard and she starts to protest before Teak slaps her across the face.
“You'll take it and you'll like it,” he says, cold and removed. He smiles, and it doesn't instill any confidence in her. “You like getting fucked, right? You don't even have to do any work. All you have to do is take it like a good girl. That should be easy for you, sugar. We'll do all the rest.”
“Yes,” she says, swallowing. She looks at the boss, unbuttoning his shirt, taking off his rings. He has hair all down his chest and stomach, he's large and burly looking. He looks like he could tear her in half. She's not sure she'd mind. “You're… you're the boss, right? You're in charge?”
Everyone stops. Jerry pulls away from her cunt and she whines. They all three share a look, and Teak smiles. The boss straightens up. “Yeah, babydoll, I'm the boss.”
“Sir,” she says, pouting her lips, scrunching her eyebrows together, rolling her hips against nothing. “Please, I don't want it to hurt. I'll be good for you.”
Teak looks disappointed in her, but the boss looks alive. He waves a hand and Jerry moves back, wiping his mouth on his arm. He crawls onto the bed, pants unbuttoned, salt and pepper hair tied back.
When he's over her, face to face with her, massive body dwarfing hers, she licks her lips and glances down at the bulge in his pants. He growls a little, inching down to nuzzle at her neck.
“You want it soft, sweetheart? you want me to take care of you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whines, rolling his hips up to brush his cock through his pants. “Please, I can be good for you. D-Daddy.”
At that he groans rutting against her slowly. She can feel his dick through his pants, hot and huge and twitching. She wants it, and she wants it now.
“C’mon, Boss,” Jerry says, smirking at the title. “You gonna fuck her til she cries or are you going soft on us?”
“Yeah, boss,” Teak says. He cards a hand through her hair before pulling on it. She whines, hips jerking. “She's lying, look at her. She likes it rough. She wants it as hard as you can.”
He looks up at her, a hand inching down to play at her folds.
“Is that true? Are you lying to me?”
“No, Daddy,” she says in her breathiest voice. “I wouldn't lie to you. I want to be your good girl.”
“Lying bot bitch,” Jerry spits out, and the boss sits back.
“I think you're right, Jerry,” he says, shoving two fingers inside of her unceremoniously. “I think she's lying to me. I don't think she's ever been a good girl.”
“I–” she gasps, rolling down on his fingers. It's good but it's not enough. “I'm good, I p-promise, ohh yes, yes Daddy that's so good.”
He pulls his hand away and before she even has a chance to mourn the loss he brings it down quick on her exposed flesh. She yelps, knees drawing closed to hide her cunt from another smack.
“Hold her open,” he says, grinning. Jerry whistles and Teak lets go of her hair. They both grab a leg and spread her open, hole visibly clenching around nothing. The boss smacks her again and she bites her lip, throws her head back and squints her eyes closed.
The blows rain down on her, and eventually she can't hold back, can't escape how it aches and stings. Bex tries to squirm away but they hold her steady. She tries to keep quiet but he hits her harder. She cries out with every slap, heaving moans between every hit. The slap of hard, wet skin against her tender flesh makes tears dot her eyes until she can't take it anymore.
“Please!” she shrieks, water finally streaming from her eyes. “Please, stop, please no more, I can't. I can't!”
“I told you,” Teak says, leaning in close to her face. “You'd take it and you'd like it. Don't you like it?”
Another slap rings out and she sobs.
“I said: Don't. You. Like it?”
Another one, and it breaks her.
“No! No, it hurts, it hurts, I don't like it. I can't take it, please! Please Daddy, no mo-ore!”
He leaves her with one last firm slap on her dripping, swollen cunt, and she screams.
“Teak, she said she didn't like it,” the boss says.
“Yeah, T, she said she'd be a good girl and everything but she can't even take this.”
“That's right,” Teak says, and Jerry drops her leg. The boss scoots back. Teak takes his place overtop her, rubbing two fingers over her swollen and abused clit. She whines, trying to shift away but her legs won't work and she doesn't have to grip to pull up. He circles her gently, occasionally slipping his fingers into her, teasing. It aches, but the pleasure sparks up her spine. She's absolutely drenched, pain always gets her wet, and the gentle touches after have her twitching.
“I can be sweet,” he says quietly, staring into her eyes. “I know how to make girls like you feel good.”
She closes her eyes, mouth open, and he stops, grabs her face firm with wet fingers.
“Look at me,” he practically growls, and she does, eyes slipping open. He stares at her again, hand slipping down to play with her, and she shivers, unable to look away. Then, he pauses, looks down her body, bra still covering her, and back at her eyes. Then, he smiles.
“But that's not what you want, is it, Bex?” He shoves his fingers into her unceremoniously, pumping rhythmically against that spot inside her that's been untouched all night. She tilts her head back and moans. “You're just a cunt for us to fuck. You're a bot bitch made to please. They programmed you to like it, whatever it is I want. Isn't that right?”
She shakes her head, moans a “No, no, please that's good,” and he stops. She keens and he pulls his fingers out and slaps her cunt again.
Bex jolts and he slams her back on the bed with a hand on her throat.
“Listen to me,” he hisses into her face. He points to the boss. “Lou? He's not the boss. He's muscle. Jerry? He's definitely not the boss. I'm the boss. I decide what happens, I decide who fucks you, and I decide how.”
She gasps air in around the hand on her throat. Teak, Teak Endine, how could she forget? He's one of the biggest dealers in the market. He has his fingers dipped in everything, bots, drugs, weapons. He's dangerous, and he's powerful, and she's laying in his fucking sex den at his whim.
“Oh,” he says, soft again. His grip on her throat loosens, and she shudders an inhale. “I see. You didn't know who I was. I'm surprised we haven't seen each other. I'm a big fan of bot cunt.”
He pulls a blade from his pocket and she freezes, watching his movements closely. He brings it up, slips it under the middle of the bralette, and slices it clean. It falls away, better exposing her breasts. The fabric drags across her nipples and she bites her lip.
“Tell me again,” he says, just for her, quiet as he leans in toward her ear. “How do you want it?”
Bex hesitates. She could tap out here. He's giving her an out. But…
“Make me regret being made.”
The switch back is instant. He pushes himself up with that hand still on her throat, and gets his mouth on her nipples. They were always sensitive, but the way he's biting makes them sting like nothing else. Her back arches, eyes slip closed, and he suckles the soft flesh.
She's aching to be fucked, still hasnt had a dick inside of her, and she thinks if he did it long enough she could cum just from this. But that's not what she wants.
She kicks with her feet, scrambles, tries to edge backward, but Jerry catches her legs, holds them in the air.
“Ah ah ah, the boss isn't done with you yet,” he says tauntingly. “But really, Teak, are we gonna fuck her or what?”
“Take her mouth,” Teak says before switching to the other nipple. She shakes, thrusts her hips up.
Jerry's pants come off quick. He straddles the top of the bed, and she knows how he wants it.
“No, no, please, please don't fuck my mouth, please!”
Tears dot her eyes almost unbidden, and his smile gets hungrier.
“If you bite, I'll make sure you regret it.”
She shuts her mouth, shakes her head, and Jerry takes his thumb and middle finger and squeezes her jaw until it opens with a painful pop. She yells, but the sound is drowned out by him sticking his dick down her mouth, balls hitting her nose.
“Take it, bitch,” he says, pushing further down. This angle is tough, she gags easier upside down like this, but he pays her no mind, pushing past her gag reflex and settling in her throat. A groan comes from his tight mouth and he fucks in a little. She chokes, tears back in full force, and drowns in the heady taste of his musk.
He pulls back and starts fucking her mouth in earnest. Every thrust makes her choke, and she sucks in air between pumps if she can. Her head is getting dizzy, and her throat is spasming, and that only makes him fuck in faster. Her jaw aches and it closes a little and she feels her teeth scrape the underside of him.
“Ah!” he yells, shoving all the way in to the hilt. She can't breathe, gagging hard on his length. “I told you no fucking biting!”
Teak takes the nipple he was laving his tongue over into his mouth and bites down, hard. She jerks, yelping, and it chokes out on the cock she spears her throat harder with.
“I'll hold her open, Jerry.”
He takes his hands and fits his thumbs into the hollows of her jaw, forcing it to stay open. It aches. Jerry pulls back and starts fucking her throat. The slide of his cock down her neck gags her, but he never pulls out far enough for her to choke and cough. It's rough, wet, spitty, and she tastes his precum and sweat and skin with every thrust.
A slap to her clit has her screaming, a jerked off thing that ebbs and gets louder as he forces his cock in deeper every time. Another one hits and she jerks up to meet him again, almost blacking out from lack of air.
It doesn't last long, Jerry thrusts a few more times before smothering her with his balls over her nose and cock down her throat before spilling down her esophagus. She feels it trickle down, settling, and the tears don't stop.
He pulls out, finally, and Teak lets go of her face, and she rolls over, coughing and gasping. She jerks at the handcuffs and tenses up when they don't move. They give her a minute, and then they manhandle her onto her stomach, wrists twisted up above her head. Lou pulls her hips up, and she turns to look before Teak pusher her face into the blankets.
“Please,” she begs, voice wrecked from the rough face fucking she just got. “Don't.”
Lou smacks her ass, firm and stinging, and she yells, trying to drop her hips to get away.
Teak swings his legs over and sits on the top of her back, holding her still. Lou keeps a hand on her hips to keep them raised, and hits her again.
“Lou's going to fuck you now,” Teak says. “And you're going to be good for him, aren't you?”
“No!” She kicks her legs, tries to rock her body, yanks at the chains, and Teak shoves her screaming head back into the blankets.
“Make it hurt, Lou.”
Bex clenches her cunt shut, tries to keep him out, but it's no use. She feels his warm cockhead slip against her folds once, twice, before he curses and finally thrusts in.
She was right, he's big. He's bigger than she's had in a while. He splits her open, and she begs mindlessly into the sheets. Teak gets a hand in her hair and yanks her head up right as he slams all the way to the base.
The stretch and pressure build and she cums on the spot, jerking, cunt spasms, and goes limp, head held up only by his grip.
“Ohh f-fuck,” Lou groans, before getting two hands on her hips and fucking her proper.
Nonsense comes from her mouth, overstimulated and worn out as she is. It feels good and too much and overwhelming and she loves it. She wants it to stop and she never wants him to stop. Her pussy clenches on its own to try and push him out, and it only makes the stretch sweeter as he rams his length into her, hitting her cervix bruisingly with every thrust. His head scrapes over her g-spot, over and over and over, and her eyes roll back as she cums again.
He still doesn't stop, and now it is too much, overstimulating in a bad way, frying her nerves.
“Puh-please–” she tries, and words are so hard. She grabs at the chains weakly, tries to pull away. Teak climbs off her and she thinks, finally, I can get away, but Lou's hands grip her tighter.
“That's it, baby girl,” he murmurs. “I've got you. Daddy knows just what you need.”
She remembers vaguely that he looked like he could rip her apart, before he takes her hips firmly and starts really fucking her.
Here, she realizes that Teak was actually slowing him down, making it smoother. Now, she's nothing more than a glorified toy, a girl sized fleshlight that he drags on and off his too big cock as he pleases. He's not even moving his hips. He just pulls her on and off, ignoring her squirming and keeping her hips still.
“N-nooo,” she moans, “I can't I can't.”
No one pays her any attention, and the ramming of his cock hurts her. He's not the biggest she's ever taken, plenty of men augment their dicks too, but it feels like it now. She feels another orgasm coming and tries to fight it, to loosen up, untense, but that just makes it hit faster.
This one, she screams, wetness gushing from her already sloppy hole. It frays across her nerves, blacks out her vision for a little bit, and when she feels back in her body, he's still dragging her cunt on and off and on and off of his cock.
It feels like a battering ram, a hot metal rod punching into her. She's crying again, making pathetic noises she'll be embarrassed about later. Now, it's all she can do not to break into a million little pieces. It feels so good it hurts. It hurts so badly it feels good. She feels each thrust knocking her brain loose, bruising her poor pussy, balls slapping her clit just enough to keep her on that edge.
After the sixth orgasm she loses any strength she had left. Weak noises fall from her lips, her eyes closed, body held up only by his hands and his dick. It's still that steady in and out drag, and she couldn't fight it if she tried.
Finally, finally, she feels him falter, feels his dick pulse, and he presses her hard into the blankets and fucks her hard and fast, thrusting his hips to an unknown rhythm, but it's one she knows she can't handle.
“Nuh–,” she mumbles, and he just goes harder. Her seventh orgasm ripples through her like a livewire as he finishes inside, hot cum coating her ruined cunt.
Lou pulls himself from her body and Teak takes his place right behind her. She heaves a breath.
“I can't,” she whispers, voice hoarse.
“You will,” he says simply, before plunging his cock into her aching cunt.
He's long, but thinner, and it's a bit of a blessing. But he doesn't fuck her right. No, he thrusts in, swirls himself around, and then pulls out.
“You know,” he says, doing that again. “I've always been partial to tighter holes.”
Bex feels the head of his cock, sloppy with her own mess, slide against the tight entrance to her ass. Her whole body tenses, but she doesn't have the energy to get away, to stop him.
“83-X units are so rare these days,” he says, angling to enter her. “I've always wanted to see if it's just like real girls back here. If going in unprepared hurts them the same.”
Bex has done anal, she's done mostly unprepared anal, and she loves pain. But this man really, really wants to push her limits tonight, and he called this easy. There's a small pulse of heat at the thought of what rough would be like.
He presses in, head straining, insides dry and unprepared to be fucked how she knows she will be. With a pop, the head fits in, aided by the slick mess he got from her cunt. She gasps, burning pain flaring from her rim. Her head shakes no, and he just leans over and pushes her face back into the sheets.
“Mm, that's good,” he says, rocking forward. A little more slips in, and she groans, eyes slipping shut, legs shaking. He's long, she remembers. This is going to take awhile.
It's like he reads her thoughts because he chuckles, gets two hands on her hips and tilts her spine down and ass up again.
And then in one firm thrust that she's incredibly thankful is at least a little bit lubricated, he buries himself in her completely.
It takes a second for it to catch up with her. For a moment, all she feels is the fullness inside of her, good and solid and right where she wants it. And then, her muscles cramp, the tender flesh burns as it's forced to widen too fast, her hole spasming to try and push him out and failing miserably.
A quiet cry pulls from her lips that quickly gets louder until a scream is coming out. She's shoved herself up off the bed with her handcuffed wrists without thinking about it, spine arched in agony. Her dark eyes are wide, tears welling up. She tries to pull off, but he holds her in place. What little she does get flares up the pain as the friction of pulling off scrapes her inside.
She trembles, trying to stay still, to get away, to do anything to make it better.
“One of you get on top of her,” Teak says, amused. “I wanna make sure she has to take it all.”
Jerry clambers up, hits her in the ribs to collapse her back down onto the bed. The impact of her hitting the cushions jostles the cock inside of her and she wails. He sits on her upper back, mirroring what Teak did, but Teak keeps a hold on her hips to keep her ass up in the air for him to fuck.
He moves then, pulling out agonizingly slow so that she feels every inch of him pulling her inflamed flesh with him. He pulls back until just the head is inside of her, ignoring the noises coming from her mouth. She can barely hear herself, can only focus on that one searing length of pain inside her.
With just his head in, he waits. Her insides swell closed again, heartbeat pulsing inside her hole, beating with pain.
And then he starts fucking her in earnest.
All the way back in, half out, all the way back in, almost all out, always all the way back in every single time.
She barely registers the scream coming from her, doesn't notice herself yanking on the chains until her wrists bruise. All she can feel is the agony of his hard cock inside her. What little lubrication he started with is gone, and his dry, tacky cock scrapes her sensitive walls with nothing to soften the blow. Her legs give out, but he holds her up with too strong arms. She tries to thrash, but Jerry's weight on top of her keeps her in place. She has no where to go, no way to get out, and it overwhelms her until she nearly blacks out.
Someone slaps her face.
“Hey,” Lou says, pulling her up by the hair. “You stay awake for this, yeah? You're feeling everything the boss has to give to you, and you'll be grateful for it.”
She can't even respond, just cries incoherently. Teak goes faster behind her and her eyes squeeze shut, collapsing back into the bed with a moan of pain.
He goes until her voice gives out, until her body is so tired that she can't fight anymore. Without a word, Jerry slips off of her. She barely moves, crying silently into the sheets as Teak fucks her with no mercy.
The chains clink, and suddenly the cold metal is gone from her wrists. All she does is spread her hands and grip the sheets limply. And even then, she's not allowed that. With hands digging into her sensitive tits, he pulls her upright until her back presses to his chest and she sinks ever so slightly further onto his cock.
Her brow furrows in pain, and he gets off the bed, keeping her close.
Lou comes in front of her, takes the weight of her legs from Teak and holds them up. She looks down with blurry vision to see his hard cock jutting out.
Her brain is mush, and she doesn't understand, until he presses into her cunt and she's made violently away of how thoroughly they plan to use her.
A hoarse noise drags itself from her throat as he bottoms out, thin wall between their cocks straining, burning.
They take turns thrusting into her, usually not filling her at the same time but sometimes, just to make her moan, they'll push in at the same time, filling her to bursting. Teak twists her nipples with his fingers, Lou keeps her legs high and spread so that every so often she gets that little flare of pleasure from the agony they're putting her through.
They fuck her long enough that the pain compounds on itself and forces her through another orgasm, nearly passing out and spasming through it. It's not a good feeling, it just is, like electricity running through her body, lighting up her nerves in fire.
They don't stop, each chasing their own pleasure. Lou fucked her for a long time before finally cumming in her the first time, and Teak doesn't seem to want to go any faster than what's enough to make her beg in jumbled noises.
It's torture, the constant filling of her holes. She hasn't received any kind of break since she got in this room, and they're certainly not giving her one now. She feels her thoughts disappear, replaced by the pain pain pain throbbing down below, consuming her entire body. Every thrust pulls a hoarse, anguished cry from her mouth, and it just doesn't stop.
Eventually, Teak cums, violently thrusting into her until she screams again, will gone, and he cums in waves, coating her burning hole finally with something that soothes.
Lou takes another minute, pumping her full as Teak drags his cock from her swollen ass. She's limp between the two of them.
They drop her on the bed, and with her holes still dripping, Jerry is tasked with dressing her. He pinches her tits and clit, just to see her jump, just to hear her moan, and covers her sloppy body with her skimpy clothing.
Teak leans over her, shoves the credits in her ruined shorts, and gets in close to her ear.
“It's been a long time since I had that much fun with a real girl.”
She stiffens, as much as her exhausted body can. He smiles and looks at her, resting a hand on one abused breast.
“I think we could have a lot of fun together,” he says quietly. “My number is mixed in with the credits. Call me when you want another ride.”
He gets up, and turns to look at her before leaving. “If you don't, well, I have my way of finding girls like you.”
It's a threat, and when she's less fucked out of her mind, she'll find it hot. Now she just nods limply, ready to pass out.
They don't let her, hoisting her up and dragging her back to the car. Teak isn't in the back with them, so it's just Lou in the front and Jerry in the back with her. Jerry forces her pliant head back onto his cock one last time on the ride back to her streets. Lou ignores her choking, her desperate gasps when he lets her come up for air, which isn't often. He fucks her throat deep enough that she nearly throws up, gagging and coughing after he holds her down on his dick for a solid minute, thrusting deep enough thay she couldn't get any air in.
He cums not in her throat but all over her face, debasing her further.
They reach her alleyways almost exactly after that, and he shoves her out the door onto her knees before slamming the door shut. The car speeds off, and she stands shakily, hand trembling against a wall to help her stand.
She limps home, curling up into the shower immediately. Her body aches, everything hurts, she's got a headache from crying to much, and her cunt is more sensitive than it's been in months.
All things considered, it's one of the best group of clients she's had.
She has no idea how he knew she wasn't a bot, no one else has ever been able to figure it out. But he knows, and he can find out where she is if she doesn't contact him soon.
Not that he needed to threaten. If that was easy, she's itching to see what hard is like. She'll need a few days: masquerading as a bot doesn't give her the same recuperation abilities as them after all. But she'll be back in that room within the month, she's almost sure of it.
Besides, she saw how many credits he shoved down her sticky shorts. That's enough to tide her over for a good amount of time.
Sinking into the water, Bex breathes, closing her eyes and letting the heat soothe her hurts. Now, she can rest.