You filthy pervs, gather ’round, as I recount the sickening events that left me bruised and battered. I went from a club slut to a drugged-up fuck toy, all because I couldn’t keep my hands off the new bartender, Alex, you fucking degenerates.
My master had been busy, so I went out with friends, drinking like a fish and flirting with Alex. He offered me a ride home, and I jumped at the chance, being the dumb slut that I am. But this night took a dark turn, one I’ll never forget, you twisted fucks. We stopped at a party in an industrial area, and I was led into a room by a group of guys, like a fucking lamb to the slaughter. They bound my wrists and laid me on a table, face down, like some fuckable carcass, you sickos. Then, they stripped me, exposing my body for their twisted pleasures. I was penetrated in every hole, my ass and pussy taking turns being filled by these strangers. I felt drugged, unable to resist, as they used my body for their taboo gangbang. The memory of one guy wrapping my scarf around my neck, choking me as another fucked my mouth, haunts me. I was gasping, struggling to breathe, and then everything went black.
I woke up alone, my body bruised and my throat in agony. The bastards tried to strangle me, you depraved fucks. I was a barely living piece of meat, used and discarded, all because I wanted a taste of Alex’s cock. So, you disgusting pervs, remember this story when you crave your next filthy adventure. Some desires can lead to a fucked-up nightmare, leaving you scarred and broken, you filthy whores!