On a brisk spring morning, the sun barely cresting over the steel skeletons of what would soon be office towers, a group of construction workers gathered around a weathered picnic table for their lunch break. Amidst the clutter of hard hats and thermoses, the conversation quickly turned to the usual banter about recent sports scores.

"Did you see the game last night?" Mark slapped a newspaper down, pointing to the headlines. "Yeah, can't believe they pulled off that play in the last second!" replied Tom, his mouth full of sandwich.

As the discussion heated up with various opinions about team strategies and player performances, Eddie nudged Jimmy, who had been quietly enjoying his coffee. "Hey, Jim, what's the latest with that girl, Beth? You guys still on and off?"

Jimmy's face lit up, a sharp contrast to the concrete and metal around them. Setting his coffee aside, he leaned in, eager to share. "Man, Beth is something else. We're back on, and it's better than ever."

The guys leaned closer, their interest piqued. Even the mention of sports seemed to fade into the background. "She's fearless, you know? We keep it real casual, fuck buddies and the like." "She can suck a dick with a determination and enthusiasm I've never seen or felt before. Seriously, she won't stop. She get's all into it, whimpering and moaning. If my cock slips out of her mouth, she whines and frantically tries to swallow the whole thing. She's a totally different person on her knees".

Tom whistled, impressed. "Sounds like a keeper." The rest of the men agreed, all of them pausing to stare and listen intently to Jimmy. "I mean, this last time I told her to dress like a complete whore. Like, there should be NO DOUBT she was a hooker, and she was to go to one of them cheap hourly hotels and get a room for an hour. I had her list out her three sluttiest outfits on the bed and send me photos. Then I had her try them on and send me pics, and send her my decision."

The guys all exclaimed at this, demanding the see the pics that she had sent. Jimmy knew she'd be excited that he told his friends about her. She was no whore, but loved to pretend to be one for him. He pulled out his cell phone and showed everyone, knowing her face wasn't visible. Most of the guys adjusted their pants and their gaze lingered, each reluctant to pass the phone to the next.

"Damn, she got some nice tits" one of the men said. Jimmy replied "Yep, 38 DD's, and they feel great, are natural and taste just as good". The men chuckled as the phone made it's way back around to him. Another man spoke up and asked "so other than sucking dick, what's she good at?"

Jimmy smiled, and said "she's completely submissive. She's not worried about her pleasure at all. She honestly firmly believes it's a womans place to please men. All men, and multiple men". He looked around, and smiled. "Say, she does have a fantasy about a gang bang, ya'll wanna fuck her?" Shouts and agreeance came from around the table, and Jimmy knew then he had them hooked. It doesn't take much, but he did have the attention of a dozen men, all lusting after his sexy little submissive. "maybe that's in the cards, she would probably love something like that".

Jimmy continued "she has several toys and I instructed her to bring them all. I had her put in a butt plug and wear it for an hour before I got there to stretch her ass out. She's a hot little three hole whore for daddy and loves taking a load in all her holes." He saw several men hiding their hands in their lap, discreetly squeezing their crotch while he spoke. "She loves it rough too – I took off my belt and smacked her ass hard with it over and over. I ended up making a red belt whelp criss cross on her ass. I took pics and showed her and she went nuts. Begging me to fuck her like a cheap whore and practically begged me to fill her with daddies cum. I mean, why keep a lady waiting? So I threw her down on her stomach and grabbed two fistfuls of hair. I used her hair as leverage to pull myself deep inside her wet cunt and hate fucked her like she owed me money. She was screaming out in pleasure as her pussy positively DRIPPED down my cock. I ripped her buttplug out and slid my cock in her tight little ass in one big powerful thrust. She screamed, whimpering and shaking. She loves it in the ass, and took it like a champ. She kept telling me "oh it feels so good daddy oh my god don't stop don't stop".

Jimmy looked around, satisfied that they all focused so intently on him no one ate, no one said anything and no one moved. "I took her purse and dumped everything out and found a rainbow dildo she had brought. I shoved that in her wet cunt and she screamed again. She said later the combination of the dildo and fucking her in the ass was so much, made her so full, she immediately came, and kept cumming for several minutes."

By now, the men couldn't stand it. They demanded more pics and videos and wanted to know when they could each have a turn. Some were mildly aggressive, almost like they were angered that she wasn't immediately available right then to take and have. "yeah, I came in her tight little ass. She got up, and I slapped the shit out of her, telling her that she wasn't given permission to get up. She apologized, flinching away as I shoved her back down on her knees. I told that slutty cunt to suck my cock clean and she had better make it the slowest, most sensual cock sucking she'd ever given, and let me tell you, she did NOT disappoint."

One of the men who hadn't said anything to this point asked a question – "why does she let you treat her like this, I mean it's hot but my gal wouldn't take this shit". Jimmy looked at him and smiled, saying "she knows she can trust me to make her feel the way she wants to feel. She knows I'd never hurt her or use this against her. She also knows one day I'm going to setup a gang bang in which she'll get fucked for hours by so many men she'll lose count, and go home absolutely covered and filled with cum... and speaking of, there she is with my lunch..." The men all turned to see a black little suv pull into the parking lot, a curvy red head getting out and walking over with a to go box. "see that boys, that right there is a hot little whore who is about to be ya'lls monthly bonus.. and she doesn't quite know it yet."

The men all watched, crotches stiff and cocks erect as she came closer and closer. She felt the stares of the men eying her body hungrily, and felt the lust radiating off of them in waves. She looked at Jimmy, nervousness building in her stomach while she felts a shiver travel straight to her clit. It looked like she was about to be very busy that afternoon.

Jimmy smiled as he saw all the men at the lunch tent eye Beth. Their naked and hungry stairs made Beth stumble a bit, blushing furiously. The men made no attempt to hide their lust, watching her, staring at her tits and her ass. A couple went ahead and pulled their phones out and took a few photos, joking to themselves about their "spank bank" Beth knew that Jimmy had been regaling them with tales of his sexual conquest of her body, and it aroused her to no end. She loved the attention and being the reason a man jacked off. She firmly believed her purpose was to serve men. She had hidden this belief from her vanilla life until she couldn't take it and had to act out on it.

She did act on it. She might be called slut or whore by those she grew up with, and was definitely called a slut and a whore during her adventures. Some meant it truthfully and scornfully as they degraded her to a worthless cum dump. Others said it as a term of endearment, refusing even to address her by her given name. Treated as a nameless sexual slave, Beth was in her element. She just clicked, and the world made sense. She could do something she was good at, and it felt really good, AND it made others feel really good. She'd been a party slut at a lake house - for the women as much as the men. They kept her naked the entire weekend. If someone needed a warm wet hole or a willing mouth they just took it. No one needed permission. Her needs, her pleasure, her wants were not considered. She was an object, a new play thing. She felt at home here.

Beth met Jimmy. He was recently divorced, and on a tear thru all the local pussy he could get. Evidently he had powers of mind reading and ESP because he'd summed her up in one look. She was moving in across the hall and was struggling with a few boxes. Jimmy was on his way back to his apartment and offered to help. He unabashedly checked out her ass in the yoga pants she was wearing, and she felt herself blushing. Absent mindedly she found herself pulling her t shirt down and trying to bait him into looking down her shirt. She just did these things, without thinking. She did them not initially wanting him to boost her ego, but because her first thought was that he might like the view. It might make him happy, and that made her happy. Layered below this was the thought that yes, it did feel good to be wanted, desire was something she absolutely could not live without. Then, mixing in the hot slutty factor, the idea of nearly anonymous sex with a stranger, subconsciously she hoped he was bold. She was there for the taking, to please men. She felt that strongly, but she couldn't bring herself to initiate. She wouldn't tell him. If he wanted her badly enough he would have to take her without asking. To make that leap.

There wasn't anything that would be too terrible to reconcile with her conscious since she was giving consent by not stopping him. She made sure to over indicate her interest should a man make that leap. Beth found most men were clueless when it came to social cues that a woman wanted to fuck them. She'd never say no to most men, and never had. She had a bit of a reputation in high school of being a whore, which was deserved and earned. She had the gall to decide to explore her sexuality and take control of it. She refused to be judged for it, or repress her sexuality. She knew what she like, and was unashamed of it. So when Jimmy came up behind her, and grabbed her by the hips she nearly whimpered in pleasure. When he yanked her yoga pants down to her ankles she did whimper. When he found she was wearing no panties, he thrust a hand between her legs and found her soaked. He grinned, and wasted no time entering her. He pulled her hair back by two fistfulls of her hair and she cried out in pain and pleasure. Jimmy took her then, and then every other time he felt the urge. Theirs was an unspoken relationship. She was his to please him. She never said no, never resisted.

Beth even left a couple spare housekeys as hints. Wrote down the alarm code on a sticky note that was highly visible. It didn't take long for Jimmy to make a copy and memorize the code. Three nights into their unspoken arrangement she woke to a hand clamped around her mouth. Silently, he ran his hands down her t shirt and squeezed her tits greedily. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers until tears welled, and then mercifully let go. Jimmy pushed her face down into her pillow to muffle her cries and spit on her tight little asshole. Beth felt the head of his cock pressing against her, slowly sliding in. She cried out, in pain. Painal wasn't something that she ever picked as a porn category and she was relatively unexperienced with this. Beth had an overriding desire to please and be a perfect little fuckdoll, especially to Jimmy. She grit her teeth and stifled a whimper. She fought it back down struggling to continue yet fiercely determined to get him off any way he desired. She learned a lot about Jimmy that night, as he slowed his thrust and eased back out. She heard rustling and then the sound of a squeeze bottle of lube sputtered out, and Beth felt relief. "So, not a total asshole then" Beth thought, appreciating the gesture and act of kindness. To her the message was very clear; "Don't struggle, be good and things will be pleasant. Be bad, or refuse; and things can be way more painful".

Jimmy inched his cock inside her tight ass again, this time slowly. He grabbed her shoulders, nearly wrapping his large hands around her neck and squeezed. He was showing her how he had control and a firm grip of her. She knew she wasn't going anywhere, wasn't getting away. This comforted her, oddly enough. She felt secure in her place, filling her role. She was doing it, being useful, being desired, being used. There was literally no where else on earth she would rather be, then fulling her true purpose. Jimmy was allowing her to feel such immense satisfaction by letting her just be, and exist in the moment. She was grateful for that, and the lube. His cock was buried in her ass at this point and the pain had subsided. His cock felt great in her ass as she became accustomed. His thrusts were gentle and slow, increasing in pressure and tempo. She gasped, as things clicked for her and suddenly she felt amazing. Her body tingled as the pleasure from his cock in her ass pulsed thru her, while she cried out. "god, yes that feels so good yes yes yes yes" was Beth's mantra as she took his cock deeper and harder. She felt herself clenching when Jimmy thrust inside her and release as he pulled back. This increased the sensation for her and Jimmy, driving them both closer to orgasm. Jimmy finished first, shooting his load inside her and crying out. She nearly screamed, and came as she felt his cock swell and then her ass grow full and warm. She stayed absolutely still and silent, waiting to see what Jimmy would do next. If he immediately left, and said nothing to her she would feel an intoxicating flash of shame quickly converted to pride... knowing she had fulfilled her purpose and that it was his right to leave. She didn't know where these thoughts came from and a typical feminist would be horrified at her views, but they were there nonetheless.

Jimmy stood there, running his hands over her base ass, her back. He gently swept her hair back to one side, while his cock was still semi hard inside her ass. He leaned forward and slid his hands around to her tits, gently at first but increasing the pressure until it was painful. "Clench your ass for me, and get me hard again. Feel my cock grow inside you". Desire, warmth, pride, determination and more flooded Beth's system as she did as instructed, and felt Jimmy's cock grow inside her ass. This aroused her to no end as her cunt leaked out onto her thighs and she felt moisture pool around her knees. She'd never been so aroused before and enthusiastically slid her body back and forth on his cock, clenching and unclenching. As Jimmy grew he pounded her without mercy as hard as he could. The pleasure was indescribable, and Beth would ensure he came in her ass a second time. She slid her body back and forth, matching his frantic energy and ensuring the pressure of each thrust brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She focused soley on making Jimmy's cock the priority and once again he came. Wordlessly he withdrew from her, and she heard the rustling of clothing and the tinkling of a belt being fastened. "Was he leaving" Beth wondered, hoping he would stay, but hoping he'd treat her like a cheap whore and just leave. The thought flushed thru her as she heard his footsteps recede towards the door, opening and shutting.

The sun rose high over Maplewood, casting long shadows on the construction site where Jimmy worked. The air was filled with the sounds of hammers, drills, and the banter of men hard at work. Jimmy, with his strong build and friendly demeanor, was a respected member of the crew. Today, however, was different. Today, he had a special plan involving Beth, his hot little cnc doll.

Beth, a spirited and curious girl with auburn hair and freckles, spent the morning nervously preparing for her visit. Jimmy had told her to bring lunch and dress appropriately, but he hadn't given any specifics. Her mind buzzed with anticipation and uncertainty. She chose a simple sun dress, skipping the bra and panties. Freshly waxed, she smiled as she hoped the wind would give some lucky guys a good view, knowing if the wind wasn't up to the task she'd most likely bend over to get some attention. She felt a slut, she felt a whore, she craved the attention. She had a good idea that today of all days, she was about to get a lot of it.

As the clock struck noon, Beth arrived at the construction site a little early, carrying a basket filled with sandwiches, fruit, and drinks. Jimmy spotted her from a distance and smiled, his cock swelling with pride.

"Alright, guys," Jimmy called out, gathering the attention of the men on their lunch break. "Listen up! I have something important to say."

The workers fell silent, curious about the announcement. Jimmy motioned for Beth to join him, and she walked over, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I want to introduce you all to Beth," Jimmy said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "She's been my dirty little whore I've been telling you about recently, and today we are going to learn even more about her"

Beth's cheeks flushed as she smiled shyly at the crowd of rough-and-tumble construction workers. Jimmy continued, "We've been working hard, and we're ahead of schedule. I'm proud of every single one of you. Today, I want to recognize three men who have shown exceptional dedication. They haven't missed a day in six months."

Jimmy called out the names, and three men stepped forward, their expressions a mix of pride and curiosity. "These guys deserve a special reward," Jimmy said, "and Beth here is going to give it to them."

Beth's eyes widened in surprise. She had no idea what kind of reward Jimmy was referring to, but she trusted him. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, her special outfit suddenly feeling both empowering and intimidating. She untied the straps of her sundress, pleased with her seeming ability to anticipated Jimmy's request, and bared her breasts for all to see. She blushed furiously, but the eyes on her tits gave her a tremor to her clit that made her knees weak.

"Um, hi everyone," Beth began, her voice trembling slightly. "I wasn't expecting this, but I'll do my best. First of all, thank you for welcoming me. Jimmy talks about you all the time, and it's clear how much he respects and appreciates you."

The men listened attentively, their rough faces softened by Beth's genuine kindness. One of the men who had been called to the front reached out and fondled a tit. She was surprised, and almost jerked away, before the other two men surrounded her, keeping her firmly planted and unable to leave. More hands greedily reached for her tits, groping and squeezing. Fingers pinched a nipple so hard a tear welled up and rolled down her cheek, and Beth's heart hammered in her chest. She looked toward Jimmy; and he stood there, arms crossed, content to smile and watch the men fondle and grope her.

The men had an effect on her for sure. These three, roughly touching her body, all the other men watching, in clear view in public caused her to feel her wetness on her thighs. This was what she was made for, this is what she craved. All the attention, all the desire, all the focus. The hands grew rougher, tugging at the sundress until it was yanked away, the straps tearing. Suddenly she felt a breeze and realized she was standing before all the men completely naked, in just heels. The men all cheered, and suddenly hands were everywhere. She was grabbed, and shoved down on her knees. The men scrambled to pull out their cocks, and the one closest won the contest as he promptly grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock down her throat. He went deep, causing her to choke and gag. She gagged so hard she pulled off, and the man grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth back on his cock. The other two men grabbed her by the hips and one got down on his hands and knees. She felt him thrust inside her hard, all at once. she moaned out in pain, the sudden intrusion into her tight pussy like a slap in the face. Which happened when she didn't pay enough attention to the man fucking her mouth. Roughly the men pumped their cocks inside her, with no thought given at all to her enjoyment or pleasure. Eventually, the men each came inside her.

The third man took his place at her mouth and pulled her up into a kneeling position. "you're going to suck my cock long and slow, and give all these others guys a show". He laughed, and the other men assented their approval, half of them having taken out their own cocks, stroking them slowly and looking at her with naked desire. On her knees, nude, no hope of escape, and content to be a cum dump for all in attendance. This was heaven to her, all the male attention she could ever want, all the hard dick she could ever want. She slowly slid his shaft in her mouth, lavishing her wet tongue all over his cock. Deeply she'd slide down, lingering at the bottom of his cock and wrapping her lips around the base, before slowly sucking and rising up, maintaining eye contact with this man she'd never met before today. She took her time, mixing aggression with sensual cock sucking until she built him slowly until climax. She sucked harder and faster, twisting her head this way and that and moaning as she felt his throbbing cock slide down her throat. She saw men watching stroking their cocks faster and faster, and she hoped many of them would cum as soon as this man came in her mouth. He moaned out, and she knew he was close. She slid her mouth down as far as she could take him and back up and that did it. He came in her mouth, and it was evident he had not cum for a very long time. She caught the cum on her tongue, and she stuck it out to show him, and everyone else. She then swallowed and stuck it out again, showing everyone watching that she'd been a good girl and swallowed. Several of the men rested, their cocks out and wilting as they'd cum watching her suck this other man off.

Jimmy clapped, and this got all the other men clapping as well. "Don't be greedy guys, one nut each from my little whore. Any man that meets attendance and doesn't call out this next month, gets one hole from Beth."

"Thanks, Beth," Jimmy said, giving her a quick hug. "You did great. And thanks, guys, for making her feel welcome."

The workers cheered, and Beth felt a deep sense of belonging. She had stepped out of her comfort zone, faced her nerves, and come out stronger. And most importantly, she had made Jimmy proud.

As the lunch break ended and the men returned to work, Jimmy and Beth shared a quiet moment together. "You were amazing," Jimmy said softly. "I knew you could do it."

Beth smiled, her heart full. "Thanks, Jimmy. I'm glad I came. Today was... special." Jimmy handed her back the sun dress, and Beth slid it back on. One strap was torn, but otherwise she was once again mostly decent. She felt the cum leaking out of her soaked cunt onto her thighs, and still had the taste of the men's cock on her lips.

"Just like you," Jimmy replied, and they both knew this was a day they would never forget.

As the day faded into the twilight hours, Beth found herself in a state of tense, exhilarating aftershock. The performance at Jimmy's worksite earlier had been more intense than she'd expected. She thrived under the gaze of so many eyes—each look acting like a spark to her inner fire. Now alone in the quiet of their apartment, she could still feel the echo of those glances tracing her skin, making it prickle with a lingering electricity.

Her body was a canvas of sensations, with every nerve ending seemingly awakened and alive, humming with the memory of the day's exposure. She sat on their soft, plush couch, trying to unwind, but her body was caught in a paradox of relaxation and a simmering tension. Her muscles quivered occasionally, involuntary spasms that served as reminders of her earlier adrenaline rush.

Beth's breathing was deep, uneven, as if she was still performing, still in the midst of that circle of onlookers. The room was silent, save for the occasional car passing by outside, its sound cutting through the evening air like a knife through silk. The anticipation of Jimmy's return was another layer of sensation, almost unbearable in its intensity. The waiting, the silence, the solitude—it all contrasted sharply with the earlier noise and chaos, making her feel more isolated yet infinitely alive.

Every sound of the building seemed magnified—the creaks of the wood, the distant sound of a television from another apartment, the faint breeze that whispered through slightly ajar windows. Each noise made her heart jump slightly, thinking it might be Jimmy finally coming home.

Her mind replayed the events of the day, every cheer, every whistle, every clap from the crowd at the worksite, fueling her internal fire. She relived the moments, feeling a mix of pride, pleasure, and a profound sense of longing—for the event to not have ended, for the continued adoration, and most of all, for Jimmy to walk through the door.

As the key finally turned in the lock, her heart surged. The sound was like the climax of a symphony, resolving all the tension into a rush of relief and excitement. She turned toward the door, her face lighting up, every fiber ready to relive the day's rush, this time in the privacy of their shared space, where the intensity of the public gaze could transform into an intimate echo of that exhilarating exposure.

When Jimmy finally entered, the door swung open to reveal him standing in the frame, his expression dark, his brows furrowed in what seemed like anger or disappointment. The sight sent a shiver down Beth's spine, a stark contrast to the warmth she had felt only moments before. Her heart, which had been fluttering in anticipation, now pounded with anxiety. She searched his face, trying to decipher what she might have done wrong to earn such a stern look.

As she watched him close the door behind him with a soft click, her mind raced through the events of the day, wondering if she had misstepped, if her performance had somehow displeased him. The room felt smaller, the silence heavier as Jimmy's heavy boots thudded against the floor, each step echoing like a drumbeat in her tense body.

Just as the weight of uncertainty became nearly unbearable, Jimmy's face transformed. The hard lines softened, and a slow, appreciative smile spread across his lips. "You were a very good girl today," he said, his voice a warm, comforting balm that washed over her like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Relief flooded Beth's system, so powerful it was almost dizzying. Her entire body relaxed as she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The anxiety melted away, replaced by a euphoric calm that threaded through her nerves, soothing the residual tension from the day's excitement.

Jimmy walked over and sat beside her on the couch. His presence was like a shield, the earlier storm of her emotions now calming into a gentle rain. He opened his arms, and she collapsed into them, her voice small and fragile, carrying the weight of her lingering doubts. "Are you proud of me?" she asked, seeking the affirmation that would anchor her back to solid ground.

His response was immediate, his voice soft yet firm. "You did so well today. I'm so proud of you." He smiled, his arm reaching around the back of her neck. She felt his fingers clench in her hair, and the burning scalp sensation of having her hair pulled. Wordlessly he shoved her down on to her knees, so that he was seated and looking down at her. "You knew it could be intense, you knew what might happen, but you handled it perfectly." Jimmy unbuttoned his jeans, the snap and sound of a zipper indicating what was to come. His cock sprang out, hard as a rock. Jimmy used his grip to pull her head forward onto his cock, and Beth did not resist. She took him deeply into her mouth, savoring the taste of his cock and taking his full length. He moaned then, squeezing his fingers a little tighter and sending a shock of pain from her scalp to her clit. She glowed, happy in being of service, happy to provide him with such pleasure, and gratitude for making her life so much more satisfying and interesting. She had a purpose with Jimmy she had never felt before.

His praise washed over her, a soothing tide that reaffirmed her worth, her place by his side, but mostly down on her knees. "I loved watching how you commanded everyone's attention, how all the men reacted. It was all for you, but remember, they wanted something only I could let them have." She reacted, sucking a little harder, a little faster. She was lost in the moment, her only thoughts those of Jimmy. Making him proud, making him happy, making him cum. Her body tingled and waves of joy and happiness spread thru her, as she realized she was on her knees doing what she did best, because she had done what she does best in public for several men.

His words, affirming and possessive, filled her with a renewed sense of purpose and belonging. He continued, "I loved how at peace you were, how compliant and perfect in every moment. You never objected; you were exactly what they—and I—wanted." She felt his cock swelling as he moaned louder, and closed his eyes. She knew he was close, but she didn't want him to cum just yet. She was enjoying this too much - his praise and compliments making her soaked. Her body was alive, her mind was at peace and she let go of her worries. She just existed then and there in the moment. She reached down and slid her fingers down her yoga pants, brushing against her clit and moaning herself. She rubbed hard, feeling Jimmy build towards climax and wanting to cum herself at the same time. She worked at her timing, and was rewarded when Jimmy filled her mouth with his seed. She swallowed, sliding her mouth down to the base of his shaft and keeping it there, looking up at him doe eyed. He opened his eyes, running a hand thru her hair. He grabbed her by the hair once more, and told her "I didn't tell you to stop you little whore"

As he spoke, Beth felt the last fragments of doubt dissolve within her. Here, in Jimmy's arms, she found not just someone who dominated her; but a deep, resounding validation of her actions and her desires. His approval was her sanctuary, his desire the ultimate reward for her performance, and as she slid her mouth up and down his cock and maintained deep eye contact she knew then ; she was prob going to fuck all those men soon. One right after another

The worn cushions of the couch yielded beneath Beth's weight, her eyelids growing heavy as the late-night movie's plot meandered. A sudden vibration jolted her awake, the television's flickering glow revealing Jimmy's urgent text message: "Come to construction site asap."

Her heart pounded against her ribs, a chilling fear seizing her. Was he injured? In some kind of danger? Scrambling to her feet, she fumbled for her clothes, her mind racing with terrifying possibilities. The drive to the construction site was a blur of flashing streetlights and the panicked rhythm of her own breath.

Pulling up to the deserted site, an oppressive silence hung heavy in the air. "Jimmy?" she called out, her voice barely a whisper against the vast darkness. Another text arrived, a simple command: "Go to the roof."

Navigating the labyrinth of skeletal structures, she stumbled upon a dimly lit stairwell. Each creaking step sent echoes through the hollow building, amplifying the pounding in her ears. As she ascended, hushed voices filtered down from above, sending a shiver down her spine.

Suddenly, a hooded figure materialized from the shadows, a gloved hand clamping over her mouth, cutting off her startled cry. Beth struggled fiercely, her limbs flailing, but the grip was unyielding.

Dragged upwards, she fought with every ounce of strength, her muffled cries swallowed by the night. The metallic clang of a tool echoed through the air, followed by the sound of ripping fabric. The hood was yanked off, exposing her to the harsh chill of the night air, her breath misting in the cold.

Fear gnawed at her as she was hauled towards the edge of the roof, the city lights twinkling far below, a mocking reminder of her isolation. They shoved her face-first onto a rough wooden plank, her arms wrenched behind her back and bound tightly.

The whispers grew louder, the menacing figures circling her like vultures. A wave of nausea washed over her, the blood pounding in her ears. Trapped, exposed, and utterly vulnerable, Beth's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. But as the whispers intensified, coalescing into a single, sinister voice, a cold dread settled in her heart. This was no ordinary night, and Jimmy's text was not a cry for help, but a lure into a terrifying unknown.

Her legs were tied at her knees and ankles. She lay there, ropes across her back and the back of her neck keeping her on the plank. She couldn't move, or escape. There was no hiding, she was completely naked and exposed. She could only guess how many there were up there on the roof, and she felt a huge jolt of pleasure mingle with her fear. Gradually she came to an equilibrium that balanced the fear and arousal.

Beth felt an oppressive silence interrupted by the sound of shuffling feet. Hands reached out tentatively, sliding over her bare skin. She lay there at her most vulnerable, feeling the sensations of touch that created ripples of goosebumps traveling head to toe - and to her clit. She positively throbbed while she struggled to breathe. It was a lot to take in, but each time she thought she'd freak out she found herself focusing on the sensation of hands on her - pressing and grabbing, touching and feeling, more insistent as time went on. She felt a hand slide down her ass and suddenly fingers slid inside her wet cunt. She jerked, as the man had quite large fingers. Two of them, by the feel of it. She was held fast and couldn't stop it, not that she really wanted too.

Beth heard the man chuckle as she squirmed against his fingers intrusion. She heard the metallic tinkling of what must have been a belt buckle, and the intense pressure. The man had pulled out his cock and slid inside her, deeply and all at once. He was big, much bigger than she was accustomed to taking. she felt the burning pain of being stretched beyond what her body was prepared for. She moaned out in pain, struggling to breathe as the man pulled his cock out and thrust back home again, just as deep, and just as hard. She heard other voices, encouraging the man to fuck her harder, and faster.

Beth felt dizzy, and lost herself in the escape of submission. She loved being forced to take cocks, and soon her mind caught up to her body and she felt her little cunt grow wet. The man's thrusts inside her grew easier, and she adjusted and finally accommodated his size. The thrusts ramped up in intensity and now she enjoyed them, moaning out in time to his thrusts. She normally didn't cum from vaginal penetration but the strangers sheer size meant he was pressing all her buttons and sending her into a sensory overload.

All she could think about was all the cock she was going to fuck tonight, or all the cock that was going to fuck her, and she came - screaming out against the hood, body shaking. The man pumped her little cunt relentlessly, obviously not a one pump chump. He hammered his cock into her again and again, driving her thru several orgasms. Finally, she felt him swell even larger and he shot a huge load deep in her cunt. She came instantly, feeling his cum, wondering how much she was going to take before it was all over.

The strange man stepped away, the pressure of his body now gone. She heard another sound of a zipper being unzipped, and felt a cock press insistently against her. She was helpless to stop him and primed to be fucked - her cunt soaked and full of cum. Lubrication was not going to be a problem tonight. This man grabbed her by the hips and slowly slid inside her, savoring the feel. he preferred long slow strokes, only speeding his thrusts up as he began to cum.

She didn't cum with this man, her pussy starting to go a little number from the stretching. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy it - as each hard thrust inside her sent waves of pleasure thru her body. Her scalp tingled, her toes curled, her calves cramped. On and on they came, each taking a turn at her cum soaked pussy, some making her cum and some not. She lost count of her orgasms at 12 and just tuned out life and the world. She was content, and she was fulfilling her purpose. She did however keep track of how many had cum in her. Each time a man came inside her she nearly came herself, and half the time did. Something about them enjoying her body, claiming it, claiming HER, even for a short time triggered this. After 5 men, she felt herself falling deeper into her sub space and existed only in the waves of pleasure from her pussy. The men all had a turn, and she was given a few minutes to lay there and rest. The hood was pulled partially away and a water battle with a straw offered. Her throat was dry and she drank greedily. After a while the bottle was removed and the hood replaced.

Cum dripped from her pussy and ran down her thighs. She could feel it drying and becoming sticky. Her pussy throbbed, aftershocks of orgasms randomly pulsed thru her body. She strained to hear the discussion, the mens voices growing excited about something. Surely, Jimmy was there giving them instructions. She thought she heard his voice, but wasn't completely sure. The hushed conversation ended, and she heard the shuffling feet of the men walking back towards her. Not much longer she felt a cock enter her again, no effort made to ease in. After several thrusts he pulled out and repositioned himself, and she felt the head of his cock pressing insistently against her ass. She felt him slide his head in, her ass tight and unyielding. She drew in a sharp breath, preparing herself for the inevitable painal burn. To her surprise, the man was gentle, and the lube from her cunt and the cum inside it proved to help ease the insertion.

Gently yet firmly, this strange man slid his cock in her ass until he was buried inside her. He lingered there a moment, enjoying the tightness clamped around his cock, before slowly sliding out. He did this, slowly building a tempo that made Beth's clit throb. It felt really good now, and she couldn't help but whimper out tiny little exclamations of pleasure. This encouraged him and he began to fuck her ass deeper and harder. Just when she thought was was about to build towards orgasm he finished inside of her. She moaned a bit disappointed, trying to get his cock back in her ass. She was rewarded by another cock, shoved inside her cock for lube, before this new man began to slide inside her. Already stretched a bit, her ass yielded far easier for this cock, and she began whimpering in pleasure again in no time. This repeated, over and over. She was there, strapped down for the better part of two hours - the men each having a turn at her cunt, and then another turn at her ass. The biggest cock was saved for last, and it did hurt a lot. It also drove her into an extended orgasms, far more powerful than she'd ever had vaginally. She didn't understand it, had no idea she could cum from anal like this, but she screamed out as the sensations kept going and kept going.