He had returned to the unassuming apartment complex even though he told himself he'd stay away forever, after witnessing something that made him feel sick to his core. The sight that he had been shown... the things he heard... the stench of raw filthy sex,potent sweat and filth... Eric almost gagged as the horrible memories came back fiercely. It was possible that part of him still wanted to believe all this wasn't real, and the reason he returned was to convince himself that all of it was some sick trick or dream even. Whatever his reason, something compelled him to walk into the complex and towards the lifts.

The second the lift doors opened, he walked out mechanically. He knew which way to turn, which door to wait outside of, and as soon as he rammed a shaking finger against the buzzer, he could feel a familiar, sickening sensation grow within him. It made him want to throw up... but it also gave him a pathetic sense of arousal he couldn't quite comprehend. The door swung open and the nightmare began again. She was right there in front of him. Never before had he met such a sweet Indian girl, and the moment she had agreed to go out with him, he was overjoyed for days. The poor boy had even fantasized far ahead, about how he'd never hurt her, to always give her the absolute best she deserves and all the joy he could afford.

They would marry and even settle down in an apartment not unlike this one... All that had been a sick fucking joke. Maya stood before the open door but she wasn't the same girl that had vanished from his life anymore. She was naked and filthy, the only articles of clothing on her caramel-colored body -a tight white tank top and fishnet stockings- doing nothing to cover her exposed 32D breasts and crotch. Her nipples were now almost constantly perky, pierced just as her navel and clit were. Her hair was matted and greasy, her body -which had somehow grown softer and indescribably more alluring- marred with stains -he didn't have to guess. Eric saw how they treated her like a urinal, a cum-rag.

Worst of all, she no longer smelled like his precious girlfriend. The broken girl that resembled maya reeked, and he knew she'd never be clean again. A gruff voice called out from within the room. "Who's at the door, fuck-pig? Quinton? Darius? They're early." The girl glanced back once before looking at Eric again... and smiled. It seemed like a hollow gesture to him, devoid of emotion... or maybe she's truly happy? Either way, Eric had stopped thinking once the door opened.

"Its my ex-boyfriend... He's come to see me. Like you told him to, daddy." There was a momentary silence before laughter rang out. "Knew a little cuck like you can't stay away. Quit being a slow piece of shit and come in. You got work to do today, don't he, fuck-pig?"

"Yes daddy." "You tell your little pathetic loser ex what we're gonna do today."

"Daddy and his friends are going to gang bang me today, Eric. They're gonna put their big, fat dicks into my mouth, my pussy, my ass... I'm getting wet thinking about it."

"And you're the cameraman"

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We can work up to this moment or use this as a starter

I’d prefer to do this third person so we just take turns writing this out as a story

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