Kankra Wrote:
The bandit doesn't even listen and keeps on humping you faster and faster, shoving his dick violently into your pussy. "Shut up bitch and take my seed instead! THERE!" he groans and cums deep inside you. He rests for a short while and then pulls out of you. "Next!" he calls and steps out of the booth. The next person to enter the booth is a fat drunkard, that had more resemblance to a pig than to a man. He grunts and immediately shoves his dick into you, groping your ass with his fat, sweaty fingers.
kirin groaned, and let her head rest against the cold wall in defeat. While the first brute filled her ravaged love hole-now more of a dumpster then anything and the second, a rather ugly, fat drunkard already having his way with her without any smooth-talk or romance to get into the mood, Kirin finally realized that this whole situation wasn't just a dream, but pure reality; pure, tainted and miserable reality. She had been dragged off from her friend's house and got chained up like some sort of object to be used by these rancid, ugly men; too ugly to get a girl but too rich not to get laid.
Kirin's eyes grew teary, but she damn straight refused to cry in front of these low-lifes. 'How did it come to this?' she pondered, ignoring the groaning and weezing from the guy behind her as best as she could; separating herself from her body which was getting sexually ravaged. 'why couldn't i just defend myself at the time? Luis managed to take on two, while i couldn't even take on one. Am i really just that weak; have i really just have been lucky all those years? Was Kazim right when he told me that i was lucky when i defended myself that one time near the harbor..?' She sniffed, a single tear silently running down her cheek; until it was forcefully smeared against the wall in front of her when her face was pushed against it due to the pig behind her loosing his cool at he pussy.
Kirin groaned and slowly regained her composure. 'T-this... getting raped on end like this... How could this happen? Who would do such a thing to me? What i wouldn't give to be that lonely, run-down little detective again; only having to worry about the next meal to come, not about the next 'customer' that will abuse me. Oh, Kazim, Luis... what have i become? Mommy... your little angel has lost her wings"