I was tied up, my arms and legs bound, a helpless victim to their depraved desires. The room was dark, filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and grunts. I knew what was coming, and my body trembled with fear and anticipation.
“Please, have mercy,” I begged, my voice hoarse from previous screams. But my pleas only fueled their fire. I had been scouted and chosen for this very moment, and they were gonna break me.
As they surrounded me, I felt their hands, rough and calloused, grasping my body. I struggled, but my efforts were useless. Their cocks, hard and insistent, invaded every hole, claiming my body as their playground.
The gang-rape unfolded like a nightmare, each man taking his turn, showing no mercy. I was their toy, their puppet, as they thrust and pounded, driving me deeper into submission.
In that moment, I became their ultimate fantasy, a broken, sobbing mess. My tears mixed with sweat, and my body shook with the force of their pleasure. This was the fate of a gang-rape victim, and I embraced the darkness that consumed me.