I woke up naked in a room full of gang members. I tried to remember how I ended up here during my frantic search for drugs. I felt bruised and battered. I looked down to see my body covered with giant bruises and scratches. My lip was swollen and I knew my eye was black. All I had wanted was a fix. Oh, they gave me one all right, mixed with something. My pussy felt like raw meat and I felt a slow trickle from my asshole. I touched myself and found blood. They had gang violated me and used me like a party favor. I didn’t fight back for I loved the flow of drugs into my veins.
I crawled towards the bathroom, hoping to find my clothes when I was pinned down. A foul smelling man was holding me down, trying to push a hard penis into my battered pussy. I bucked and arched but that just gave him quicker access. I felt my pussy queef and squish as he pushed into my cummy hole. He pulled my head back by my hair as he grunted his load deep inside of me. Leaking his jizz all over the floor, I began to crawl again, only to be dragged back by my feet. “Where ya going, Chica?” The night is young and we’re still horny.” He grabbed my arm and I felt the sweetness flow into my vein. They could do whatever they wanted to me as long as I felt this good. It’s the life of a druggy slut like me.
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