Story: The shooting Part 2

Part 1

Cameras were closing to catch my gasping and facial expression. From behind me. Jack slapped my ass: "You think we are done, whore?" Again that mean laughter, this time close all around me. "Bite that gag. I am gonna hurt you real good!" Oh no, he didn't want to ...
A hurtful object pushed into my whole anus told me the truth, and I cried loudly through my gag, echoed in more sadistic glee behind the lenses. New thrusts renewed the wave of pain and pounded me back and forth, while Jack's hand held me down. It didn't take long until the pricking sensation faded down to a lower level, still hurting me over and over again, but it seemed my nerves had adjusted to the ongoing violation. "Time to feed you again.", Jack announced, not to my need. When was this going to end? But instead, he fucked my throat again, giving me a strong taste of my ass. Disgusting. I had to suppress the urge to vomit right on the spot.

"Come on, guys, serve yourself. This slut can easily take two at once.", Jack cheered the other guys. He didn't need to say it twice. Now all the guys took their turns, pounding me from front and back. Frequently one of them spanked my butt or groped me elsewhere. They were gripping me tight, pushing me in and out of them at the same time. Some choked my neck while having their cock in my throat, while I heard their moans, jokes on me and laughter. It didn't take long until I felt the first cum in my ass. Soon enough I tasted cum in my mouth, but they didn't stop anytime soon. There were always enough guys left to maintain several cameras. My ass hurt, my throat, my jaws, my wrists and ankles, and also my knees. I didn't feel anything besides pain through my whole body. Several liquids I didn't want to think about made a mess out of me, but the guys kept going.

Time passed by which felt like ages. Some guys took a comfortable seat on the side, taking a drink, just to return to the line-up later. Jack target me with an announcement, making sure I became aware of its meaning: "Such a good fuck meat. You are lucky, bitch. We will make this a promo video for our series, making it available for free on all the major and minor platforms. Think big. We will also take the effort to look out for all the kinky platforms. People will probably want to see more of you, but I declare you wasted. I doubt you will make such a nasty job ever again. Though maybe you keep whoring yourself out."
Shit, he did mean that for real. When I was concerned with a restricted pay site, I played it down. But now every jerk would see it, and probably recognize me on the street. Now I didn't know how much of my tears and snot came from the throat abuse. I felt pity for myself. How could I ever have myself gotten into this? How could anyone do this to me? And when would it finally stop? Someone help me, please.

Although I was physically broken down to any extent when Jack freed me, I still sobbed, not getting back to my senses and mind. I wanted to punch or at least hit him, but I fell in the attempt, and Jack just laughed. After he had finished, for the first time since hours, I heard some sympathy in his voice: "Now come on, we got to get you up again.". He helped me sitting up and then pulled a long t-shirt on my naked torso.
"Let's have a look. Yeah, suits you. Close, but not enough visible ass to risk being stopped by the police. As agreed in the contract, we keep your cloth and sell the pieces as souvenirs to our audience. Now let's get out of here." Jack put me on one of his shoulders and dropped me outside of the property. He dropped a single bill on me. "Here's your payment. Five dollars." He giggled. "You must have mistaken the thousands from the penalty fee. The word is not in your payment, at least not in the contract. You are a cheap whore now, honey. Literally. Better get used to it."

When I had caught myself up, I saw his car leaving from a distance. The whole house looked silent and empty, not much better than the whole countryside around me, except for the road. I had no choice but to walk in the hope of meeting someone who would help me get home. I felt wrecked and totally dirty but had nothing to clean me up. The naked body under just this shirt reminded me of my vulnerability and worst decision of my life. How could I have ever trust that guy? How could I have been so foolish? Looking down at my t-Shirt it read: 'I've just have been Porn trapped. Watch me get wrecked on porntrap.com.' Damn. Now I was even running advertisement for them. But way better than to be completely nude. It was already bad enough with just this t-shirt. I wasn't yet clever enough to look at the backside, reading: 'Totally fucked and can't get enough. Take me any way you like.'


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