They watched as man after man took her, most bareback and just fucking wrecklessly through the anonymous cum of other men. Some however wore condoms, but when they came they would always then remove them and squeeze the contents out into Melody's open, waiting mouth or into her pussy itself, as if to emphasize that the condom was for their protection, not hers.
Brian's turn came first of his group. When Melody had looked up and seen the four of them standing there, waiting to fuck her next, she had made a strange moaning sound that was almost half a sob, and had begun ejecting a stream of squirt from her pussy all over the bed. She then collapsed backward onto her back, her legs still spread eagle for them. Then fuck me too, you bastards, he imagined her thinking.
He dropped his pants and lay between those long legs, the pale, lithe thighs plastered in sweat and cum. What a scene of ruin, especially when contrasted with the mental image of her just earlier that same day at work, proper and safe and self-respecting. He had to say though, he thought the look she had on the other end of 75 dicks fit her well.
As he slid easily into her warm, wet cunt, still inviting and hospitable after all this, he was briefly amazed at the incredibly intimate feeling of fucking a girl bareback. He'd done it before, but every time he was newly astounded upon that first penetration, as if he'd forgotten how incredible it felt, how personal. Feeling the hot, wet folds of her pussy parting with a little resistance to make room for your cock. It was hard to wrap his head around the fact that 75 plus other men had just felt this exact thing with her, that plenty more would follow, their dicks exactly where his was, rubbing their swollen cock heads against the same internal folds of her love canal that had been so private, so exclusive, only the day before. So opposite now. Such a thing to make her give up. They were on the other side of an impassable gulf now, one that could never be crossed back over. She was now this forever whore. She could never take these dicks back, nor the ones that would follow. He had made that choice for her, and she was none the wiser.
She had wrapped her legs around him, her feet locked together behind his ass, pulling him deeper into her as he thrust. She put a hand behind his head, her fingers in his hair, and looked deep into his eyes, mainlining on the shame, the position oddly intimate, as if they were alone in this room, actually making love somewhere private after a date like a normal couple. Perhaps, in another life. As if reading his thoughts, she whispered "I'm just a whore," still looking deep into his eyes, maintaining the most intense eye contact of either of their lives.
He wouldn't last. Their faces mere inches away from one another's, oceans of unreadable thoughts and looks and suggestions crossing between those gazes, her unaware of his role in her degradation. The shame and lust and release and defeat in her eyes. When he came, he suddenly kissed her, deeply, in a sudden urge to feel as much of her as possible at once. He thrust his pelvis so that he was as deep in her as possible when he unloaded, the very tip of his cock actually making contact with her cervix, suddenly hoping in that moment that he would be the one whose seed managed to take hold in her womb that night. Why not? A final level of conquest.
He watched his coworkers take her after him, one by one adding to her baptism of shame. Shame and degraded fulfillment, a forcing of her most private, extreme fantasies. Still she did not comprehend why or how this was happening to her, why or how someone could have known her innermost desires, to be shamed and degraded and objectified and ruined. And did not the fact of her opposition to the actual fulfillment of those desires actually intensify the power of their taking place? For to have the fantasy and actually choose to enact it upon oneself voluntarily would lead to a less intense sense of violation and shame, which was in the end the goal. So her non-consent to this exploitation and assault was in fact the key component of its effectiveness, the kernel at the root of the constant hum in her clit that radiated out through her body and kept her almost constantly at the edge of an orgasm and now and then a more enthusiastic participant in her own degradation.
Melody thought these things, but in fewer words, lost in the whirlwind of her raging thoughts of lust and fleeting rationality. When her boss' turn came to fuck her he took her missionary style, but standing next to the bed where she lay, with her pussy right up on the edge of it. He grabbed her around the ankles and lifted her feet up toward his face, then popped two of her toes in his mouth as he went to town bareback in her soaked cunt.
"I've always loved these feet," he told her, briefly freeing his lips. "I only have a partial foot fetish, anyway. Only the shapeliest do anything for me, and yours are perfect." The tone and ease with which he spoke seemed to indicate that he was versed in the art of degrading women. "I'd always love it when you indulged and wore those peep-toe pumps. I never wanted to even suggest that you wear heels more often, for fear of HR. But look at us now."
He sucked each toe in succession, giving himself time with each one, even tonguing and sucking the webbing and spacing between each one, really taking his leisure and the fullness of indulgence with both that and her pussy. The sensation was strange, slightly ticklish, but Melody found herself freshly thrilled by it. The simultaneous attention, derisiveness, and genuine enthusiasm he seemed to be showing for even this part of her body excited her. Every inch of her body reduced to meat for the disposable pleasure of every man.
As he built to a climax he began fucking her harder, with greater urgency. He removed her feet from his mouth and spread her legs at the knees, now leaning across her torso and pressing his face in toward her ear, so that only she could hear him.
"Still coming in on Monday?" he whispered with a little laugh. "I'd love to just keep you under my desk from now on. But I don't think the higher-ups would allow it."
He was thrusting into her savagely now, the froth of her arousal actually splashing up onto his upper pelvis now with each ramming home of his cock.
"Yeah, I'd love to keep you down there all day, letting the boys use you as a little favor whenever they wanted. But you can't be on the corporate payroll now, sadly. Yeah, you'd better get used to this. The only career option left after this is going to be sucking dick for 12 hours a day in some Thai brothel. I always knew you were a secret little whore. Shame on you." His thrusts punctuated each word now. "Shame...on...you!"
With that he unloaded in her, his breath hot in her ear as she felt the warm crud spurting out of him, joining the vile tithe already tabernacled within her, being absorbed by the vulnerable internal flesh of her vaginal cavity. She felt waves of heat pulse through her body, reverberating from the thrill of the degradation and fear that his words gave her. He was right, and it horrified and exulted her. A whore for life.
He pulled out and then as one final insult presented his diminishing member to her face. "Suck your filth off of me, tramp."
She found herself doing it without question, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to be ordered about like some self-hating sex servant, her mouth sucking the sweat and vaginal juice and the semen of multiple men from his shaft, and then moving up even to lick the quim from his lower belly and suck it from his matted pubic hair.
"Open your mouth," he ordered her, and upon her acquiescence he spit full into her upturned mouth, globs of his spit landing right on her tongue. Like a chastised dog, she looked down, closed her mouth and swallowed it.
Daniel was beaming. "We should hire you!" he said to Rick. "That's how this flooze needs to be treated! Who's next? More than one, she can take it! She needs it!"
The next discernible period of time ran together for Melody, faded by the drugs and the alcohol that kept being supplied in a slow, steady drip, just enough to keep her rolling, but never enough to push her beyond consciousness. They wanted her to be cognizant of her defile. A spectacle of dicks, a spectacle of ways to destroy a woman. They had finally surrendered all pretense of restraint, the alcohol and drugs being freely passed around to all having broken any remaining vestige of it. Cameras in her face, at her asshole, once positioned to capture up close as load after load poured out of her, several men having elected to creampie her in succession. Hours and hours of footage of her being fucked in every way the most extreme pornstar had ever been fucked.
