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“Now, on your hands and knees,” Taren orders.

I comply, getting onto all fours. The others do the same, Kali’s face burning red with shame. She meets my gaze briefly and I try to give her a smile but it feels more like a grimace.

“Arch your backs,” comes the next command. “Stick those asses out.”

This entire fucking situation goes against everything I stand for. Grinding my teeth together, I do as I say and arch my back. This position makes me feel like an animal and I hate it.

“Good. You’re learning how to display your assets properly.” He smacks my ass lightly and I flinch. “With training, you’ll fetch top dollar at auction.”

Auction.

The word sends ice through my veins. Who knows what our buyers will do to us. Men who buy women aren’t the kind of men you ever want to meet.

I shudder at the thought but remain silent. Taren continues walking around us, occasionally delivering a smack to our backsides. The blows are light, meant to humiliate rather than hurt.

Suddenly Taren drops a huge dildo in front of me and one in front of each of my friends. “Time for us to see how well you take a cock. Now lie on your backs and fuck yourselves with the dildo until you climax. There’ll be no stopping until you come.”

Matias groans and paws at his bulging crotch. “Fuck, we should be deep in their tight little cunts. A cock is better than a piece of fucking rubber.”

Taren glares at him. “Control yourself, Matias. You’re a fucking embarrassment.” There’s an odd edge to his tone as he glares at Matias.

Matias growls and marches toward Taren with his fists clenched, but Thiago is quick to stop him. “Back down, brother.”

It’s the same as yesterday. They’re having a pissing contest over who’s in charge.

Fuck ourselves with a dildo in front of them? The thought makes my skin crawl. However, I guess it’s a natural progression. Yesterday it was finger ourselves to climax.

“I can’t,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. The fact is, I never come from penetration alone. I’ll be doing it all fucking day. Kali and Luna look equally horrified. Only Alice seems resigned, her eyes dull and defeated.

Taren’s expression hardens. “You’ll do as I say, or there’ll be consequences.”

His threat hangs heavy in the air. I know he has the power to make our lives a living hell. But this feels like too much.

“Please,” I beg, hating the desperation in my voice. “Don’t make us do this.”

For a moment, Taren’s eyes soften almost imperceptibly. But then the mask slams back down and his face becomes an emotionless slate.

“Enough stalling,” he barks. “Do it now.”

My hands shake as I reach for the dildo and lie down on my back. My friends do the same, resigned misery etched on their faces. Only Matias seems excited, his eyes bright with sick delight.

I hesitate, my fingers curling around the rubber shaft. This feels so wrong, being forced to fuck myself in front of these monsters. But I know I’ve got no choice.

With a shaking hand, I bring the tip to my entrance, bracing myself for the invasion. Slowly, I slide it inside, clenching my jaw at the feeling. Once it’s fully seated, I begin moving it in and out mechanically.

I keep my eyes squeezed shut, trying to pretend I’m somewhere else, somewhere safe. But I can feel their eyes burning into me, hear their lewd comments and groans of arousal. Bile rises in my throat and I have to fight back the urge to vomit.

Despite my revulsion, my traitorous body starts responding. As I move the dildo, friction builds and a warmth blooms low in my belly. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before from penetration.

No, I can’t get off, not like this, not for their entertainment.

But my body has other ideas, my inner muscles starting to clench around the dildo. My breathing comes faster and I can’t hold back a quiet moan. Shame floods through me even as my hips move of their own volition, seeking more stimulation.

Unable to stop myself, I crack my eyes open. Matias is stroking himself with his big cock poking through his pants, his eyes bore into us in turn like lasers. When our gazes meet, his lips curl into a cruel smirk.

“That’s right, slut,” he rasps. “You love performing for us, don’t you?”

I squeeze my eyes shut again, refusing to let him see the tears building. It’s too much, all of it. The humiliation, the degradation, the loss of control over my own body.

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