Cammy Caballero had always been a good girl, focusing on her grades when she was younger and working hard to build her career once she was out of school. With one clear exception that ended disastrously she had never dated and never had much time for guys, but after going through a series of traumatic events in the last year she found that ironically sex was one of the things that helped take her mind off the ongoing humiliation and shame. Since being caught up in a police sting operation gone wrong and escaping from the clutches of a crazed serial maniac, Cammy’s boss had given her leave from her work as a journalist and had the newspaper pay for a getaway far from the city, in a semi luxurious cabin near a small town a few hours out.

This turned out to be the perfect outlet for her, but not for the reasons her boss or even she expected. Far from the city that she grew up in, it was easy for her to walk into the first dive bar she could find and pick a decent looking man to go home with. All it took was a few drinks and a bit of physical contact and he would usually get the idea pretty quickly. She didn’t care where he took her, as long as they got there quick and he did his job.

After a week of this, she found herself being approached before she had a chance to make a move, by a gentleman twice her size, with an impressive array of tattoos and a few nasty scars. A biker type, he wouldn’t normally be her first choice but he took the initiative and she was already a few drinks down, which made her acquiesce and soon she was being led out of the bar under one of his huge arms. She could feel the alcohol in her system as she stumbled a little on the sidewalk, she hadn’t realised quite how much she had had to drink. She tried to change her mind and announce that she was going to head home alone but he didn’t seem to hear her, and his heavy arm didn’t budge from her shoulder.

Ten minutes later Cammy found herself kneeling on all fours on a filthy mattress in the back of an RV, her short dress bunched up around her waist and her panties discarded somewhere on the floor. The man had one arm wrapped around her legs and the other gripping her hair, and he was pounding her from behind with the force of a jackhammer, his huge cock ramming in and out of her pussy like she was an oversized sex toy. She tried her best to enjoy the sensation but it was a little more rough than what she was used to. As she looked around the filthy interior of the van she started to realise what kind of man she was with, the place was filthy with discarded food wrappers, porn mags sitting on the floor and… Nailed to one of the walls opposite the bed was an array of women’s panties, arranged like trophies.

“Uhn… Slow down…” She groaned out between thrusts, her back flaring up in pain as he pulled her hair tighter. He didn’t heed her request, and when she tried to drunkenly pull away his grip just got tighter, and if anything he fucked her harder.

“Please… You’re hu-uugh!” She started again, before she was silenced by him letting go of her hair and sticking three fingers in her mouth instead, jamming them down her throat. She started to let out panicked squeals as she drooled around his fingers, unable to escape from his grasp, her own hands grabbing at his arm. This seemed to finally provoke a response from him, but it wasn’t the one she wanted. Pulling out of her throbbing pussy, he grabbed her tighter and in one swift movement shoved her down so she was lying flat against the mattress, her face hitting the filthy pillow.

With his enormous strength he pinned her body down under his, and slid his cock back in between her ass cheeks, Cammy gripping the sides of the mattress as hard as she could to brace herself. Instead of returning to her pussy though, he made his way to her tight little asshole, and using only what he carried from her pussy as lube, he forced his way in. She was about to cry out in pain as loud as she could when he shoved her face down into the pillow and most of the sound was stifled. As he began to pound into her again, this time fucking her ass, she finally gave up, letting her body relax and waiting for the experience to be over. Tears sprung into her eyes and her makeup stained the pillow as she was pounded against the bed, the man taking as long as he needed. She tried to tell herself that this was what she wanted, she even tried to enjoy it.

This is what I want. This is what I want. She repeated in her head, until she couldn’t remember what was even going on. Eventually, with one last thrust he buried himself deep inside her ass and let himself blow, filling her with his cum. After he was done pumping her full of his seed he collapsed over her body, his giant frame almost crushing her slim figure. Cammy didn’t know what to do or say, so she just lay still for a while, until she could hear him snoring. He had actually fallen asleep on top of her, his cock still buried between her ass cheeks. She tried not to panic as she squirmed against the mattress and his heavy body, but it was hopeless, he weighed too much and she was too weak. It was going to be a long night…

***

As uncomfortable as she was, Cammy managed to get some sleep eventually, but it was cruelly interrupted at some early hour in the morning by the man rising from his slumber and shoving her off the side of the bed. She managed to land on her feet, yanking her dress back down to her thighs as her mind reeled.

“What are you still doing here?” The man grumbled, standing up beside her and grabbing her by the hair, making her yelp out loudly. Before she knew it she was being thrown roughly out of the RV, stumbling across the dirt in her heels that she had never taken off, before landing on her stomach with a painful thud. The cold night air against her exposed crotch reminded her that her panties were still inside, but the man slammed the door shut before she could even look back.

With the shame rising up in her, she got up and stumbled out of the eerily silent caravan park, wandering into the pitch darkness of the small town. She thought she could figure out the way back to her cabin, but in her drunken state and with her ass still on fire from the brutalising it had received, the walk took her hours. When she finally got to her door the sun was rising and she was beyond exhausted, it was all she could do to get to her bed before she passed out, her asshole still covered with dried cum.

***

Cammy spent the next day recovering from the ordeal as best she could, lying on the couch in her underwear watching TV, her eyes glazed over as she ate dry cereal straight out of the box. She knew she wasn’t exactly living her best life, but after last night she had to rethink her coping mechanism.  Still… Even as she lay there staring at the screen she started to feel the urge build up again, to go out and ride the first guy she could find. Had all the abuses of the last year finally gotten to her? Had she finally cracked? No… She was a proud, independent woman, so accomplished, so… A sudden noise broke her train of thought, the sound of the doorbell ringing.

As she snapped out of it, she suddenly noticed something odd; Instead of the TV show she had been watching, the screen in front of her now displayed nothing but an odd swirling pattern of colours. Not only that, but a low, pulsating hum filled the room. Her mind suddenly felt fuzzy as she realised she didn’t know when her show had stopped and the strange pattern had begun, then after closing her eyes and opening them again her show was back… Something weird was happening, but before she could investigate the doorbell rang again. That was also weird, there was no one else near the cabin, she couldn't think why anyone would be visiting. Regardless, she got up and rushed to the bedroom.

“One minute!” She called out, throwing a white bathrobe on and pulling it tight around her shapely body. She then made her way to the front door, taking a quick look through the peephole. Standing outside was a man, probably in his thirties, nicely dressed and well groomed, looking slightly impatient. Maybe it was the owner of the cabin? She thought her stay had been paid out for another week but maybe there had been an error. Without thinking any further, she opened the door.“Can I help you?” Cammy asked, keeping one hand on the edge of the door and the other holding her robe closed at the front. The man’s impatient frown turned to a satisfied smile as he saw her.

“Oh good you’re here, I was worried I had the wrong place.” He said, pushing the door open fully and walking right past Cammy into the cabin. She didn’t know why but she made no attempt to stop him, closing the door behind him instead.

“Excuse me! What are you doing? This is… This is…” Cammy trailed off as she followed him into the living room. Her words escaped her, she couldn’t remember what point she was trying to make as he took a seat on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table.

“God, you've made a bit of a mess here. Why don’t you fix me a drink.” He demanded, changing the channel on the TV. Cammy couldn’t believe what was happening in front of her, who was this guy? Why was he ordering her around like she was a maid? And why… Why was she walking over to the kitchen? Why was she taking a bottle off one of the high shelves? For some reason she wanted to make him a drink, maybe it would calm him down so she could get to the bottom of this. After making it up nicely in a cocktail glass, she brought it to him and he took it without a word, taking a sip. She stood there dumbly in her robe, too scared to say anything but not knowing what else to do. It was him who broke the silence after a few seconds.

“Okay, go make yourself pretty. I'll be here.” He said, looking her over. Cammy’s mind raced to try and figure out what was going on, but the task seemed to be proving too much. Was this someone she had met in town and forgotten about? Was she so desperate for men that she had ordered a prostitute or something when she was drunk? But why was he ordering her around like this? As she turned the ideas over in her mind she knew how preposterous they were, she hadn’t ever been that drunk. Yet she still seemed to accept the reality, after all the man was in her cabin and she was retreating to the bedroom to get ready as he asked. There had to be some reason why.

She washed herself in the bathroom, put on the sexiest lingerie she had with her, carefully made up her face and did her hair, before slipping into a cocktail dress she had packed in case she went anywhere nice. Finally, she stepped into the same heels she was wearing the night before. It was like she was going out to a fancy gala, except it was the middle of the day… Sheepishly, she returned to the living room and stood beside the man, waiting for his response. He looked up with interest, just finishing his drink.

“Wow, you clean up nice. Not that I wasn’t digging the washed up slut look.” He commented, looking her up and down. Despite herself Cammy smiled, she knew it was a disgusting comment that should offend her but instead it made her blush.

“Thanks handsome, but the real question is… What are you going to do with me?” She found herself saying, internally shocked by the words coming out of her mouth. This wasn’t the Cammy she knew herself to be, but it wasn’t as if she wasn’t in control of her actions. Why did she want this? He was a handsome man, admittedly, maybe this is just what she needed…

“Why don’t you start with a blowjob. Long, slow and wet. Let’s ruin that makeup” He suggested, and Cammy smiled in response.

“Sounds good to me.” She said, stepping over to him and spreading his legs apart before kneeling down between them. Making sure that her cleavage was on display in the dress, she reached up and unzipped the fly on his trousers, reaching in and rubbing his cock, which was already getting hard. With deft fingers she pulled down the waistband of his briefs, slipping his member out. She pooled some saliva in her mouth before letting it drip down between her glossy lips and over his cock head.

Slowly, she started stroking his shaft as she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes and biting her lip seductively. She then leant down and slid her mouth over the end of his member, taking his full length inside her until her lips reached the base, her tongue massaging the underside as she went. She felt her throat spasming as she triggered her gag reflex, her eyes started to water and a black drop of mascara ran down her face, but that’s what he wanted so she kept going. She sucked his cock as passionately as she could manage, holding it with one hand at the base and continually choking herself on the shaft as it brushed the back of her throat. She felt like a pornstar as the man started to moan, brushing her black hair back with his hands and holding it between his fingers.

Cammy found herself turned on by the sounds of her lips suctioning themselves to his flesh, the feel of his warm cock inside her wet mouth. Eventually he stood up from the couch and shuffled her back, she continued to pleasure him as he removed his shirt and revealed a fit torso. Then he swatted her hands away and started to fuck her face in earnest, pulling her head back and forth along his cock and ramming his hips forward, causing her to gag each time.

His cock was coated in her saliva, Cammy unable to hold it all inside as it poured from her lips. Soon her arms were at her sides, her fingers continually balling up into fists as her throat tried to reject the slab of meat forcing its way inside her. She was helpless as the man used her like a toy, her makeup running down her cheeks, the mascara leaving long trails down to her chin. Eventually he pulled out and slapped her face with his cock a few times, the thick, wet member making even more of a mess. He followed it up by slapping her hard across the face with his palm, once, then twice, then again, lifting her head back up each time. She smiled as best as she could, trying to tell herself that she was turned on by this treatment.

“You really know how to warm a guy up, now for the main course do you recommend your pussy or your asshole?” He asked, removing the rest of his clothing and walking towards the bedroom, Cammy instinctively following.

“Why limit yourself? You’re not in a hurry are you?” Cammy replied with a devious smile, stepping past him into the bedroom and crawling on top of the bed. On her knees, she bent down so her chest was touching the quilt, her ass sticking up behind her. The dress was so tight against her rear that the outline of her panties was visible, the sight more than enough to lure the man in.

“No I am not.” He said, unable to contain his grin. He leapt up onto the bed behind her, giving in to his animalistic instincts now, striking one of his palms down hard against Cammy’s ass. As the pain radiated through her body she couldn’t help but feel pleasure deep inside her, and a loud moan escaped her lips. He took that as an invitation to let loose, abandoning any restraint he was holding onto before. His hands grabbed at her dress, literally tearing it away from her body, pulling the expensive fabric apart and throwing it to the side to reveal Cammy’s alluring outline in the lingerie. It was a lacy red set that included a garter belt and stockings, she had picked it up from the one place in town which sold that sort of thing.

The man kept slapping her around, striking her ass cheeks with heavy palms, freshening up the bruises left over from the last night. Every few slaps down against her rear were broken up by him going up between her legs, hitting her clit and making her almost dizzy with pain. Then he grabbed her body and yanked her ass down against his lap as he knelt on the bed, his cock sitting up against her back, letting her feel how deep it was going to penetrate her.

“Beg me to fuck you, or I’m gonna keep treating you like a bad whore.” He growled, his hands reaching around to grab her tits, groping them hard.

“Please, please fuck me. Please!” Cammy moaned loudly, raising her voice in a low tone and grinding her ass against him. He smirked, then tore her bra off, followed by her panties, yanking them up and pulling the fabric against her pussy lips until they tore in half. Cammy braced herself as he tilted her forward then pulled her back against his cock, ramming it inside her in one movement.

To her surprise she was soaking wet, but even that couldn’t prepare her for how hard a pounding she was about to get. He bounced her up and down on his lap like she weighed nothing, making her moan, then actually scream as his cock penetrated her to the hilt. Eventually he couldn’t fuck her as fast as he wanted to in that position so he flipped her over and spread her legs, bringing his hips down and slamming himself inside her again. He didn’t seem to be getting tired, using her without rest as the minutes ticked by.

“Please, use my ass!” Cammy eventually grunted out between thrusts, unable to take it in her pussy any longer. She couldn’t believe she was actually requesting anal but in the moment it didn’t seem like such a big deal. The man laughed and pulled out of her, immediately shifting down to her ass and ramming himself in, stretching her asshole out for the second time in less than a day. Despite herself, it felt good, and she moaned again as he continued to go to town. Over the next hour he had her in every way imaginable, his stamina almost unbelievable as he stopped himself before climax every time, flipped her over or turned her around and used another hole. By the end of it she was almost broken, lying on the bed without the strength to even move a muscle.

“I’m glad they sent me a bitch who could last this time, the one from last week was in tears by now.” He snarled, sidling up her body as she lay on her back, his legs brushing against her smooth skin. He sat himself down on her chest, her breasts acting like cushions, the soft flesh covered in red marks made by his fingers. He grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth up to his cock yet again, letting her taste herself on him as he shoved it inside. He was close now, and it only took a few seconds to push him over the line, the initial burst shooting down her throat before he pulled out and exploded, stroking his member to get his full load out.

Cammy tried to keep her eyes open as her face was caked with thick ropes of cum, coating her eyelashes, her cheeks, almost every inch of her skin. She stuck her tongue out as her mouth overflowed with it, and as he yelled out in ecstasy she truly felt like a worthless whore, her face completed painted with his seed. As humiliated as she felt though, she didn’t stop herself taking the head of his cock back inside her mouth when he pressed it against her lips, sucking the last of it dry and smiling up at him. Like a good girl…

***

Hey Cammy, I haven’t heard from you so I’m going to assume all is well. I know you’ve probably been counting down the days but I just thought I’d remind you that you check out tomorrow. The team can’t wait to have you back, hopefully you’re feeling rested enough to come in. Well, I guess I’ll see you later then…

The message rang out through the cabin from the phone in the living room, worming its way into Cammy’s ears amidst the constant, low thrum that was being broadcast around her. It was the middle of the night, the lights were off and the only glow came from the TV, displaying a swirling mass of hypnotic colours that seemed to meld into each other. As Cammy blinked her eyes open and looked around she saw no mysterious colours, only a rerun of an old sitcom.

Her head was a mess, she could barely think amidst the pounding headache, and every inch of her body seemed to ache. She was lying face up on the glass coffee table, wearing only the garter belt from her lingerie, and as she slowly got to her feet her skin literally peeled itself off the glass. That’s when she realised she was almost entirely caked in half dried cum, her skin sticky, her face thick with it. She felt it leaking out of her as she stood, barely containing her disgust. Stumbling from the living room to the ensuite, she was able to observe the horrid state the cabin was in, trash everywhere, various outfits of hers strewn about the place, the bed filthy with stains.

It was all she could do to sit in the shower cubicle and turn the water on, but even in there she could see evidence of debauchery, a print of her ass cheeks in some kind of substance clearly visible against the glass. Clearly she had entertained a male guest or two, and based on the empty cocktail glasses around the place it had been a wild time, but had she really let herself go that much? Various lewd scenes played back in her head, but she remembered enjoying it, remembered her loud moaning over everything else. It really seemed like things had just gotten out of hand.

Pushing her hair back in the water, she shook her head. Whatever it was that had gotten into her system was gone now, she had had her fill of random guys from small town bars. When she went back to the city it would be straight back to business as usual, she thought to herself, although looking down at her body gave her a different idea. She was so covered in bruises, scratches and even bite marks that she knew she would have to rest for a couple of days. Still, this time she would take her rest in her own apartment…

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