“We had to stop before but not this time. Your conditioning will proceed as it should this time.” He chuckled and continued. “And this is only the first step on a very long road.” The Magician was speaking. I knew his voice even if I couldn’t seem him. He said it with not a trace of true caring for me. He seemed to be relishing watching me squirm. I decided to give him as little reaction as possible.

Then other men came in, the ones that had been there before. I saw their faces again all round me. I cried. Just like that my resolve broke. I felt like a bag of potatoes getting so mushy when once I was hard and tough. I begged them to please stop.

“Why? What possible reason would we have to stop? Oh, let me guess, we have the wrong girl. Isn’t that it?” The doctor said in a nasty tone. He was further in the room than the newer arrivals were. I saw him go around to the foot of the device and look between my legs.

“Yes!” I said. A flush of heat rose all over my body from embarrassment of knowing where he was looking.

“And next I guess you’ll say you’re a virgin right?” He said. His hands examined my vagina while he said it. Satisfied he raised his head and leered at me knowing full well that wasn’t the case. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. They’d sold that part of me. I’d willingly given that, in love and trust or maybe just stupidity, to someone who’d thrown me away the minute he was done.

I was such a fool. Is it better to have loved and lost? I didn’t think so then. I was glad they couldn’t take my virginities though. Even though I’d been a fool, I’d still made sure they couldn’t take that. It was a very small satisfaction to have but it was all I had to hold onto in my mind. My tears were sliding down my face, hot and wet. I was shivering all over from fear, self-loathing and mortification.

“No.” I said crying harder now.

“No, because you are a whore. We sold you before. You are no longer a virgin. You will be sold here over and over again. You are our whore now. You will learn to do as you are told and SHUT UP!” Roared the Magician.

Slowly he worked at cutting off the white Johnny gown. It was barely there and didn’t even cover up everything but he cut it off just for the effect. I knew it. I understood that was why he was doing this but it still affected me. I bit back any further begging. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction but the damned tears continued, making my neck warm, wet and itchy.

As soon as he pulled the gown from my body in his typical display of “magic,” I felt their fingers going all over my body. There were fingers pinching my nipples, dragging down my skin, pulling at my lips and clit, and then plunging into me. I felt them invading my vagina, my ass, my mouth, nose and ears. If they kept on this way, I feared I would suffocate with them in my flesh. A tiny voice inside of me said, “yes, please,” to such horrors. I wanted to scream then. I was supposed to be a good girl but deep inside what was I?

I pulled away whenever I could but with the way they had me tied I couldn’t move much at all. In a way they were being careful I guess, because I didn’t suffocate but they scared me with that over and over. I think they knew what they were doing to my mind and enjoyed it as much as what they were doing to my body.

Hands slid over my body. They were rough hands. Not soft like Ian’s, not gentle like his usually were either, because they didn’t love me. This line of thinking distracted me a little but confused me too because Ian hadn’t really loved me either now had he? I had wanted him to be rougher with me too but now I wanted these rough men to leave me alone. My heart still wanted to be with Ian or someone like him, someone who wasn’t false.

My legs were spread open. My ass was exposed. I couldn’t move my neck much or I’d choke myself. I thought hard about that fact. It seemed almost an attractive thing at the time. In a way, I wanted to choke myself. My ankles were tied far apart. My legs and thighs were also tied but the backs of my knees and my ass were exposed, the device was designed to be open there.

My wrists, forearms and biceps were tied as well. I was pretty helpless. I hated it. There were too many of them in the room with me anyway. If I hadn’t have been tied I would have been in a hopeless situation regardless. Why then, I wondered did I have to be tied so? What on earth could they be planning? I mean they could have done anything with me, controlled me in so many ways all without tying me down. So why had they done this?

They went slowly at first. Taking possession of my body with their hands and mouths. I could feel fingers and teeth all over me. The wetness of their fowl mouths seemed to spread like shame over my body. Their lips were surprisingly soft considering how rough the rest of them were. They were building to something but I didn’t know what. Still I struggled as hard as I could. I was hoping that the ties would loosen. No matter what I still had a small amount of hope for escape or make my situation better somehow. That’s almost laughable to think of but it was true.

Each man began to put his cock on me or in me. One started in my mouth and began to fuck me, threatening me if I didn’t do as he said or if I hurt him in any way. I wanted to hurt him but I didn’t because I was far too afraid of them. I hated myself for that, being so spineless. It only got worse. My body began to, in some bizarre way, enjoy the cruel treatment he gave me using my face roughly, choking me with his cock. It was a strange thing. It was very wrong, I thought, to find that exciting despite my revulsion.

One pushed into my vagina roughly making me gasp around the cock in my mouth. He didn’t slide in gently inch-by-inch but he shoved in and hit a place deep inside me, a place that screamed pain all through me. Part of me loved that pain too.

Another went around and determinedly pushed his slippery fingers in my ass. Whoever had been there before gave way to that one or it was the same person who had changed his technique. I thought I was used to what had been done but I was suddenly bucking against his assault. He started with two fingers. It was too much.

He never stopped though. His slippery fingers plunged into my ass over and over until he had three in me. Then he shoved his cock in so fast and so hard I actually screamed against the cock in my mouth. I felt as if I were being split open back there at first.

The cock in my mouth was just shoved in deeper. It made me worry that I would throw up on him. I could feel and taste the bile in my throat. I hated him but in a way I loved what he was doing. Even with his cock shoving in and out, nearly making me retch I felt a strange fusion of excitement. I was scared too because I didn’t know what he would do if I did throw up on him. Still everything that was happening was bad enough. Could it really get worse, I wondered?

I was amazed at what they were doing. What sort of people would do all this? One man went around and started fucking my toes. Another pulled roughly at my small breasts, climbed on top of the contraption they had me tied to and on me, then stroked into the valley he’d made there as he clawed at and molded my boobs. The last one began to push at the backs of my knees with his cock. He soon moved around to my armpits and fucked them. When they had all had their fun and expelled their vile slime on or in me, I was relieved. It seemed to me that it was over.

I was very wrong. My body was already aching and wet. My tied areas were feeling abraded from moving as much as I could. I wondered if I were bleeding from fighting the ties so much? It didn’t matter. I couldn’t seem to control either my mind or body completely now. I was losing my sense of self in a way. I was becoming something else.

They began to move around me again. They didn’t bother to get dressed. They put some kind of things on me and inside me. These things they used were made of metal and cold at first. Each one of the men I could see was smiling like a madman. The light of lust and power shone in their eyes. I wanted to rip their eyes out and grind them under my shoes but of course I didn’t have any shoes.

“You need to know how it feels to come. So you can fake that feeling with sincerity each time you are touched by a paying customer or anyone else we let have access to you.” The doctor said.

The others had been pretty quiet. I now knew which of these men were most in charge of the others. I hoped I’d get the chance to make use of that information someday to hurt them all, get even or just to make my lot easier.

I nearly smiled when he talked about making me climax. I hadn’t been able to come since that last time with Ian. I was broken that way. I knew in this one thing I would be able to thwart them.

Ian had taken control of my pleasure. I had happily given it to him. I’d been relieved to let him have that part of me. In a way it took away from my own responsibility to so sinfully enjoy what he did when I let him take charge of my pleasure.

Since I’d been thrown back to these bastards, I had found myself worrying about that on occasion during the past weeks (?) while I’d been sick. When I thought about being free, I wondered if I could ever enjoy sex after all this? Now I was perversely pleased. There was no way they’d get what they wanted out of me. Maybe, they’d even let me go, since I was broken and couldn’t do what they wanted. If they wouldn’t let me go physically, perhaps in spirit they would.