SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Makima's eyes fluttered open, narrowing as she reflexively tried to put her hand over her eyes to stop the sunlight coming through the window. She felt groggy for a moment as if she had just woken up from a dream.
A moment later, reality came crashing back in. Her body slumped as she realized she was still tied up, still naked. It was morning that much she could tell. Her eyes lifted to find Denji holding a camera in front of her chest, loudly snapping pictures.
Makima tried to speak but found her mouth was still gagged, so all that came out was a gurgling sort of noise. Denji looked up at her face. "Ah, you're awake. You probably wonder what I'm doing, huh?" Makima grumbled something, and he nodded. "You're probably not aware of this, but I'm still in massive debt. Not only that, but I also need food and stuff to survive since I'm still part human. So that's where you come in." Makima raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise yet, just wait and see."
He took dozens of photos of her. Getting close-ups of her chest, from the bottom, the top, the side, and straight on. As well as her long legs and ass, also from different angles. She debated thrashing around just to make it harder for him. But she still felt exhausted after the previous day, so she simply waited for him to finish. Once he was done, Denji straightened up and didn't even say so much as a goodbye before he walked out the door. Leaving Makima there still tied up and naked.
A few hours passed before he returned, but he didn't return alone. As Denji entered, Makima turned and was alarmed to see two men accompanying him. One was blonde with piercing blue eyes; the other had brown hair and dark green eyes. Both were fit and were eyeing Makima up and down enough to make her squirm. She knew she was in for a bad time when they didn't seem immediately alarmed that she was a girl tied up naked in Denji's shack.
"Wow, you weren't kidding, huh?" the blonde one said.
"What, did you not believe me?" Denji asked.
"Well, you'd be surprised how often people come to us with photos off the internet and try to get paid upfront." the brown-haired one replied.
"Damn, look at her," the blonde one said as he took a step closer. "How did you procure someone like her?"
"Wouldn't want to give away my secret, now would I?" Denji asked, and the men laughed.
"Fair," the brown-haired one said as the two approached her. "How much?" Makima's eyes went wide at the implication.
"100,000 yen each to do whatever you want, excluding removing her chains or ungagging her." Denji replied as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
"Deal." Both men reached into their pockets, got out their wallets, and handed over a wad of bills to Denji, who accepted the money and stuffed it in his pocket. He walked up to Makima and gently placed his hand on her bare hip. Causing her to flinch away in disgust, especially as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"It's time for you to start earning~." Denji said before smacking her on the ass so hard that it jiggled. His handprint visible on her skin as he waltzed out of the shack, now 200,000 yen richer. As the door closed behind him, the two men stepped in front of her.
"Might as well get some introductions in order," the blonde one started. "My name is Clyde."
"And I'm Izuru," the brown-haired one said. "And we know your name is Makima, not that it matters much to us. Right now, no matter your age, your position in society, or your connections, you're just a toy, and we're ready to play." Izuru walked up to Makima and placed both hands directly on her chest. The girl gasping through the gag at his touch as he squeezed the large mounds with eagerness. "Damn, these are high quality. They almost feel fake with how perfect they are. Luckily, I've felt enough to know when it's the real deal~"
Makima tried to curse at him, but the damned gag reduced her to muffled grumbling and an angry expression. She let out another cry, however, when she felt hands on her ass as well, looking over her shoulder to see Clyde was squeezing her ass.
"Exquisite ass as well. This one's a special one," Clyde said as his hands roamed over her globes, poking and squeezing. He even spread her cheeks to examine her asshole and chuckled. "She'll be a fun one for sure~."
Izuru rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, which, to Makima's annoyance, were growing hard from the stimulation. She finally began to thrash around, having regained some energy from resting for several hours. However, the men just laughed. "That's not gonna do a whole lot for you, sweetheart," Izuru said as he pinched her nipples and twisted them. Her body bent, her toes curling as she gasped in unwanted pleasure. Only mading her chest stick out more, much to Izuru's delight. He pulled at her nipples. Stretching out her breasts and sending more waves of arousal and pleasure through her as she twisted this way and that. As if it would save her.
"I wish I could hear you directly. I'm sure your moans would sound beautiful~." Izuru said with a smirk as he finally released her nipples, only to grasp at her entire breasts again. He cupped them in his hand and moved them around. Pressing his fingers in at various points that only made her feel more aroused.
Then suddenly, she felt something. A familiar feeling against her asshole that made her tense up. Makima whipped her head back around to see that Clyde had dropped his pants. He gripped her asscheeks to spread them as his dick pressed against her hole. She began to thrash again in rage as she tried to shout at him not to put his filthy organ there, but he just laughed.
"Sorry darling, I can't wait any longer."
And with that, he shoved his head inside her hole. Intense pain blasted through her so hard she screamed into the gag as it felt like she was being stretched. He worked his way inside, managing a few inches before he paused to catch his breath. Makima felt sick from the pain, only to feel another similar feeling at her front. She looked down to see that Izuru had dropped his pants as well and was preparing to fuck her front. Rubbing the head of his cock against her folds. Denji was one thing, but being fucked by two strangers at once?!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmgfff!" she screamed, to no use as he gripped her by the thighs and plunged inside her. Burying half of his length inside her all at once. She screamed again as, while less intense, more pain filled her, any arousal she'd had before now gone. Both men began to thrust, her front slowly losing its pain as pleasure began to take its place. All the while continuing to hurt her back.
"She's tight!" Izuru cried as he was now sliding his entire cock in and out of her body at a slow pace. His balls slapping against her skin with every entrance.
"Back here too, though that's less of a surprise." Clyde chimed in while he wasn't able to slide his entire cock inside her asshole. He was able to get several inches in, every thrust sending a dull throb through her body. Makima felt pure rage inside her at the thought of being nothing more than a sex toy to these two morons. Just as Denji had intended her to be. This situation felt even worse somehow.
The two men began to pick up their pace as Izuru slid a hand back up to her breast. Squeezing it again with his rough hand as he plowed her pussy. The pleasure started to rear its head more viciously now as she became wet despite her rage,. Only allowing Izuru to slide in and out more easily. Leading him to plow her even faster, his cock throbbing inside her with every passing second.
Time felt like it began to slip away as Makima could do nothing against their wishes. She felt pangs of pain and pleasure wrapping around one another as she became numb to everything else. She didn't know what was going on, likely some defense mechanism for her body.
Eventually, the two ended up cumming inside her. But it felt far away, even as she felt every sensation of their cum swirling inside her womb and ass. After that, the two started groping her again, hands cupping her breast, her ass, her hips, her thighs. Dirty, disgusting hands touching her all over like they owned her. It all became a blur of rage as an hour passed before she knew what was happening.
By the time Denji returned, as did her sense of everything, the two men were once again inside both her holes. Grunting and groaning as the pain was entirely gone. Replaced wholly by pleasure, even if it was the kind she didn't want. As Denji stepped inside, the two men climaxed inside her at the same time. Filling both of her holes with their disgusting seed. They pulled out as Denji smirked. "Did you two enjoy yourselves?"
"Immensely," Izuru replied as he flicked his dick a few times to get everything off before pulling up his pants. Cum continued to drip from Makima as the two cleaned themselves up. He thanked Denji, promising to come again, and left the two alone once more.
"I hope you had a good time. Or not, doesn't really matter to me either way," he said as she glared at him. To her surprise, he reached up and undid the chains around her wrists, and as her arms dropped. One more she attempted to use them to strike him, but just like before, her arms became frozen in midair. No matter how hard she tried to move. Denji didn't seem fazed in the slightest. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the other room, where a dingy bed was waiting. He threw her onto her back, sinking into the actually surprisingly soft mattress, and moved her arms up to the headrest and tied each wrist to a corner.
After that, he finally removed her gag, to which she immediately tried to shout at him. "YOU FUCKER! YOU SOLD ME TO THEM?! OF ALL THE DIRTY-" But before she could finish, he pulled something from his pocket and gagged her once more. However, this time he used a ring gag, leaving her mouth open. She could still scream and make sounds but couldn't form words, which was what she did as she thrashed and kicked around.
"I'll tie your legs up too if I have to," he warned, and that was enough to get her to stop. Makima valued her mobility as much as she could, so as she continued to scream and shout at him wordlessly, she stopped moving her legs. "Good. Now, there are a lot of people showing interest in you. I hope you have some oral experience because you're gonna need it."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door to the shack, to which Denji smiled. "Ah, it seems one is already here." With that, he left, and Makima started to thrash again. Trying as hard as she could to break free of her bonds. But no matter how much she tried, her strength stayed sapped from her. She felt so weak that she wanted to scream some more, and the only reason she didn't was because Denji returned with someone next to him. A middle-aged-looking man with russet hair went wide-eyed at the sight of her. His gaze taking in every inch of her nude body in a way that made her feel like a cut of meat.
"Have at it." Denji said as he clutched more bills in his hand, and the man immediately yanked down his pants. Stepping out of them as he leapt onto the bed on top of Makima. His hard cock touched her thigh, and she felt disgust roiling in her stomach as he licked his lips. She felt his hands force open her legs, even though she tried to stop him, and soon enough his cock was inside her. He licked at her neck as his hands now went to her large breasts, sinking into her skin as he shuddered against her. His hands went to town, moving her breasts around, tracing circles around their outside. He slowly spiraled to the center, where he then pinched her nipples and twisted them. Making her moan, a sound that she could do with the ring gag.
His cock slid in and out of her with his gyrating hips as he squeezed one breast. Attacking one nipple with the other, making it feel almost sore with how hard he pinched and pulled at it. All while he bit down and sucked on her neck. It was an absolutely humiliating experience, especially considering Denji was standing there watching.
But then, he reached into his pocket and took out a camera. Makima tried to protest, but only grumbling could come out as he lifted it up, and a red light appeared, signifying it was recording. Makima was being recorded—in such a humiliating position. Was he going to post it online? If he did, then potentially millions could see her in such a shameful, disgraceful way. She couldn't have that! She wouldn't!
She thrashed against her bonds as hard as she could, hoping it would dissuade the middle-aged man from fucking her. Still, instead, he only seemed more invigorated by her feistiness. Plowing her even faster and harder, making it harder and harder to concentrate as the sensations became overwhelming. His attacks on her breasts grew more frantic as his penis throbbed more and more with every passing second. All while Denji smiled, camera in hand, capturing it all.
Finally, the man came. Once again, she felt disgusting cum from a stranger filling her womb to the brim. Exploding out of the sides onto the bed as he now, almost mockingly, gently kissed her neck. Groping her chest kindly and softly as he finished, and pulled out. He stumbled back, his penis still dripping a bit as he leaned against the wall, and gave a nod to Denji, who nodded back. He grabbed his pants and quickly put them back on before leaving. Along the way muttering something about "better than his ex-wife." Denji smirked at Makima as she continued to glare at him. Her pussy now soaked with cum from another degenerate stranger.
And yet, it was only the beginning. She would soon discover when the next man entered the room, eyeing her like all the others as he handed more money to Denji.
Hours went by, hours of fucking, groping, sucking, licking. Makima was forced to give blowjobs, fucked in the ass and pussy more times than she could remember. By the time the sun started to dip towards the horizon, she was covered in a dozen different men's cum, all captured on video by Denji's camera.
She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he stopped recording and set the camera down, walking over to her. "You look terrible." She would've tried for a snarky remark but felt exhausted, so he snorted. "Don't worry, I'll get you cleaned up."
He undid her chains and pulled her off the bed, spreading some of the half-dried cum onto his clothes as they entered the connected bathroom. Which was every bit as dingy as the bedroom. He grabbed chains hanging from the ceiling to string her back up over the bathtub. He bent her body forward so her hands were confined behind her back in a position that felt rather painful, a strappado. She couldn't remember where she knew it from, but at the moment, she didn't particularly care, as the position made her aware of how sore her body felt.
Denji started the water as Makima hung in that position, unable to do anything as she heard rustling. Soon, Denji passed in front of her as he checked the water temperature, revealing he was now naked. Satisfied, he turned on the shower head, and soon she felt hot water falling onto her back. Already beginning to wash away some of the disgusting cum coating her body.
But of course, Denji wouldn't just leave it at that. He grabbed a sponge and lathered it up with soap, but as he started pushing it against her back to clean her, she felt a familiar hardness against her ass. Without warning, he slipped inside. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, her ass had already been stretched from the day's events. Thus it wasn't nearly as painful as it could've been. Even so, it still felt incredibly tight as he entered her ass while continuing to scrub the sponge against her nude body.
He thrusted in and out of her as he scrubbed her breasts, her butt cheeks, her stomach, and between her legs, the places where the cum was the most collected. He was surprisingly gentle yet firm on cleaning her, even as he went wild on fucking her. Not that she barely even noticed anyway, too exhausted and sore to acknowledge or even care. All she cared about was that she was thankfully being cleaned up. Every swipe of the sponge wiping away some of the day's events, little by little. Even though the memories would remain.
Though the entire process took less than ten minutes. It felt much longer as he plunged his cock inside her and finished, filling her ass once more for the umpteenth time that day. Once he pulled out, he went through the effort of cleaning her hole as well, then grabbed her face. He turned it up, the gag still in her mouth as he grabbed the shower head and adjusted it to splash down on her face. Breathing was already exhaustive enough. This only made it harder as he scrubbed at her face last, keeping the soap out of her eyes and mouth. Even when he forced the shower head so close to her mouth that he was rinsing it out.
Soon, all the grime was gone from her face, but he kept washing out her throat, forcing water down it, then tilting her face to empty her. It honestly felt almost like torture, but she endured it and appreciated the cleanliness it felt like it gave her.
Lastly, he put some shampoo on his hands and ran them through her hair for several minutes. Some assholes had managed to get cum in her hair as well, which was horrible for her red locks. He took care in getting it all out before rinsing her hair as well, finally rendering her clean.
He unchained her from the ceiling and eased her out of the tub, using a black towel to clean her off, taking extra care to rub her breasts, ass, and between her legs. He didn't have a hairdryer for her hair, which sucked, but he did her best to dry it with the towel as much as he could. She didn't expect to receive any clothes, so it wasn't a surprise when he pulled her naked back to the bedroom. He tore off the stained sheets, leaving just the mattress behind. She felt cold with the water drying on her skin, so she slightly appreciated his body wrapping around hers as they settled into the bed together. Makima found herself leaning into his warmth. Even as she mentally repeated her utter hatred for the man for putting her in this situation to begin with. As if she had to remind herself.
As they lay in bed, his hands gently slid over Makima's skin, his gentle caresses sending jolts down her spine. "You know…thanks to you, I think I'll be able to pay off my debt in no time. Then I can move on to even bigger, better things." Makima simply stared at him, unsure how she'd respond, if she even could. Before she could really even consider it, however, she felt something press against her, this time against her lower lips. She trembled at the contact. But strangely enough, Makima didn't feel alarmed as his cock slid inside her. All the while, he continued softly stroking her hips, being far more gentle than any of the men she'd met today had been. On top of that, he reached his other hand behind her head and undid the gag. Slipping off of her and finally letting her close her mouth for the first time in hours, meaning even her mouth felt sore.
She didn't have much chance to do much with her newly freed mouth before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Normally, she would've tried to bite him, or scream, or do anything else to rebel. But she still felt too exhausted by everything that had happened. Instead Makima tried to enjoy herself and leaned into the kiss. She felt him smile at her response. Denji's gentle hand across her body feeling almost comforting as he slowly thrusted in and out of her.
They went on like that for a while, his hand roaming across her body, from her hips to her breast to her ass and back again. His touch was gentle and welcoming, and she relaxed more with every passing second. He did speed up his hips to slide in and out of her a little faster but never got near the speed that the other men had before. The experience felt almost heavenly compared to what she had experienced throughout the day.
Eventually, he pushed his entire cock inside her as he came, pressing his lips firmly against hers at the same time. His cum filled her just like all the others, but even that felt different somehow. It was over in an instant as he pulled out, though, to her disappointment. He immediately put another gag over her mouth as soon as he broke away from the kiss. Not allowing Makima to get a single word in, not that she knew what she would've said.
After that was finished, Denji swapped their positions around so he was now pressed against her back. His flaccid penis trapped between them as his arms wrapped around her middle, his now at her neck. Makima knew they were spooning now, which almost made her laugh at how ridiculous it felt. Doing something so tender after the day she'd had. But Denji leaned in and spoke into her ear.
"Thank you, Makima," he said, and she went still, mostly out of surprise. "I think meeting you has been the best thing to ever happen to me."
And that was all he said before he snuggled close, and within half an hour, judging by his breathing, he was asleep. While she knew she should've taken the opportunity to try and escape. Not only did she know it was pointless, but…the urge to do so didn't feel as strong as before, yet she didn't know why.
So instead, Makima snuggled back against him. Getting a little more comfortable, and closed her eyes. Eventually falling into a similar, dreamless sleep.