“All I’ll say is,” the old man rasps, still breathless as he yanks up his zipper, “if she didn’t have such a pure cunt, I would’ve torn it inside out already, and fucked that tight little hole bloody and swollen.”
That’s all I am to these disgusting animals.
“Does that mean we have a deal?” Graham asks, his tone edged with greedy anticipation.
“Yeah, but I want sixty percent,” the old man mutters, his voice hoarse.
“Forty,” Graham growls back, the sound low and dangerous. “You got your test ride. You just pissed down her fucking throat. That’s more than anyone else would get from me.”
“Fine, she goes up in five minutes,” he finally agrees. “Get her cleaned up and make her look pure again. They always pay more when they look untouched.”
Pure.
The word is a cruel lie they sell to vultures with deep pockets and even deeper depraved thoughts than actual fucking sense.
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Bright lights slam into my hazel eyes like fire, burning straight through my skull as a heavy hand shoves me hard between the shoulder blades.
I lurch forward onto the open stage, bare feet slipping with arms windmilling before I catch my balance.
Squinting against the blinding glare, I try to make sense of the dark silhouettes leering beyond the beam.
Gradually, I shuffle to the center of the stage and stop, arms wrapped desperately around myself—one across my braless breasts, the other tugging down the hem of the obscenely short white silk dress that barely covers anything.
My black hair, plaited into two perfect, innocent low pigtails, falls over my shoulders and rests against my heaving chest, rising and falling with each shallow, panicked breath.
As the silk whispers against my thighs, all I can feel is the prickling weight of a hundred unseen eyes crawling over me, devouring what little I have left.
The silence stretches like a blade against my throat, broken only by the slow drag of cigarette smoke, the lazy clink of ice in whiskey glasses, and the occasional wet cough from the shadows.
Crack.
A lash slices through the air behind me, and within a second, white hot agony explodes across my back, ripping a raw, high-pitched scream from my throat that bellows through the room.
My knees buckle instantly,my spine arches violently before I collapse forward, crashing onto all fours., gasping with drool and tears.
Warm blood soaks through the thinsilk, blooming dark and wet across my back. I feel it trickling down, sliding between my cheeks, and dripping from my exposed ass onto the floor beneath me.
“We’re going to start at one million.” The older man’s voice booms through the speakers casually as if selling livestock. “Any takers?”
“Let’s see more!” Another male shouts from the darkness in front of me.
My eyes fly wide, then before I can scramble away, heavy footsteps approach from behind. Brutal hands fists both my pigtails and yank them viciously backward. My body jerks upright for a split second before thumping hard onto the stage.
My whipped back smashes against the rough wood, and a yelp tears out of me, fresh lightning bolts of throbbing pain detonate across my torn skin.
I thrash wildly, but he plants a heavy boot on my pigtails, pinning my head to the floor. I’m trapped, neck straining while his rough hands grab the backs of my thighs, yanking my legs up, and wrenches them wide apart.
I fight like a wild animal—bucking and scraping at his arms, nails digging into his skin, screaming until my throat burns, but he’s too strong and immovable.
One of his thick elbows hooks behind my knee, locking me open, then his fingers drop between my legs, hooking beneath the crotch of my white thong.
And with one savage tug, he rips them aside, completely exposing my pussy to the entire room.
“No! Stop! Please!” I scream, tears streaking down my temples. “Don’t! Please don’t!”
But the only answer is the low, hungry murmur of the crowd leaning forward in the dark. Savages emotionlessly staring at a young woman being degraded right in front of their eyes. There’s no humanity or moral insight, no matter how much I cry.