An agonizing week followed. Makima continued to get whored out by her kidnapper. She has long since lost track of how many men have unloaded in her. Defiled her and ruined her purity further, not that Makima had much left anyway.

Today was just like every other day. Her hands were bound behind her back. Makima was on her knees, and her mouth was forced open by a ring gag as some random man thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Her gag reflex had sharpened to the point that she hadn't gagged in days. Regardless of how long the cock thrust down her throat.

Unlike usual, Denji was talking to a woman by the door as the two watched the exchange happen.

"You really think she's got what it takes?" Denji was asking.

"Honestly, it doesn't matter. With a devil like her, that fact alone is enough for her to be valuable. You said you have some control over her right?"

"I haven't fully tested how far it goes, but I can at least guarantee she can't harm me or any client I don't want her to." Denji replied.

"Then I'm sure we could get her to cooperate. People pay a lot of money for 'real' snuff films, you know." The woman smirked. "And she's the perfect candidate. Regenerative abilities means we can do basically whatever we want to her and she won't die. Not only could we use her for multiple films, but since she doesn't have human rights, we can more widely sell the films once they're done!"

"Hmm…" Denji mused. He'd never tried unleashing her powers from their complete sealing. He must have been sure that even if she did have her regenerative abilities back. It wouldn't do much good for Makima to try and fight back.

Meanwhile, Makima felt a familiar agitation as the two discussed her like she had no say in things. Almost like she wasn't a living creature with thoughts and feelings but an object to be used and passed around. She desperately wanted to bite down on the cock in her mouth, but of course, she could not.

"So, what's your price?" the woman concluded, and Denji smiled as he began listing some rates. Makima wanted to chime in, but as she was about to speak, a second client rammed his cock into her asshole without warning. Sadly, it was something she'd been growing accustomed to since she became a sex slave, but even so, it still hurt a bit whenever it happened. He instantly shoved his entire, admittedly smaller, rod into her ass before yanking out and slamming back in again. The man violating her throat never let up either. He just kept going in and out of her without pause.

She could hear Denji and the woman still speaking but couldn't make out what they were saying over the brain fog that was taking her over. Thankfully, the ordeal lasted for a short time longer, as both men came simultaneously. The one that came into her ass had been her shortest climax yet. Which she found strange humor in, even as she was forced to swallow the other man's huge load.

"Sounds good to me," the woman said as the men finished, and she shook hands with Denji.

"Tomorrow then?" he asked.

"At the location I gave you, yes." she replied, flashing one last look at Makima before departing. The two men eventually followed. Denji turned to face Makima with a beaming smile.

"You're done for today. You can rest for tomorrow."

With that, Makima passed out, though she wasn't sure if it was due to her own exhaustion or because Denji had told her to.

The next morning, Denji led Makima into a car on a leash with chains around her wrists. She could've tried to make a run for it but by this point. But she knew he would punish her if she tried, so it was better to go along with whatever was happening. She was clothed for the first time in days and also ungagged, but even so, she decided not to speak. Eventually, a car pulled up, and Denji opened the door. Guiding Makima inside before moving into the front passenger seat. They drove for quite a long time before finally stopping. Makima was forced back out and into a large warehouse.

When she and Denji entered, dozens of eyes flicked over to them. Cameras, lights, and a stage with props sat before them. Makima froze in place as she realized what this was. Remembering what Denji and the woman talked about the previous day before she passed out.

That same woman just so happened to walk up to them, smirking at Makima before turning to Denji.

"It's nice to see you again."

"Same to you," he replied. "What're we doing today?"

"Well we're going to try something rather taboo today, even in the field of snuff, which is hanging," the woman replied. Makima felt a tremor run down her spine. "The theme is a prisoner beaten, raped, and hanged for their horrific crimes. Naked, of course. The details don't matter to you, she just needs to do her part."

"Right." Denji turned to Makima and pulled a key out of his pocket. Her eyes widened when he undid her chains. Finally, for the first time since Denji kidnapped her, Makima was unbound. The only thing remaining was the leash around her neck, which he unlocked, practically freeing her. Yet it brought no relief as she knew with the brand still on her skin, she would never be able to do anything, nor escape. "Strip," Denji commanded, and she knew she didn't have a choice.

Yet as she grabbed at the hem of her shirt, something she should've expected wouldn't be staying on for long, she couldn't help but pause. Despite how many times both men and women had seen her naked the past few days, having explored her holes and fucked her silly. Makima still felt shame at the prospect baring herself to them of her own will.

A single look from Denji made her get a move on, and she removed the shirt quickly. She knew for sure everyone was watching now, especially the men, as she slipped her skirt down her legs and then worked on her bra. The garment slid down her arms and off her body before she grabbed at her panties, and her face beet red from shame. Makima dropped them to her ankles before kicking them off alongside her shoes, leaving her naked once more. She wouldn't let herself get overwhelmed by what was about to happen, and she'd simply let it go and let it happen.

She felt someone grab her arm and pull her away. Glancing over her shoulder back at Denji, she felt a strange pang in her chest as he watched her leave. At least when she was doing it with him, he did it gently. She had a feeling she wouldn't get the same treatment here.

She was brought to a set that appeared like a cell with chains hanging from the ceiling, not too different from the shack. She was placed in the familiar position of her hands above her head as her wrists were chained up, and to her horror, four men wearing uniforms walked up next to her. They smirked at her as the woman began shouting things, and someone walked up with a clipboard. The filming began, and though Makima immediately wanted to start screaming and fighting, she knew it was probably a bad idea.

Just as Makima realized she wasn't sure if she was supposed to speak or have lines, something hard struck her back, and she cried out in pain.

"Such a whore, enticing those kids with your body. You sick fuck," someone said, though Makima could barely register it through the intense pain in her back.

"How many was it again?" another asked.

"27 young boys," a third said as more pain cracked across her back so hard that Makima couldn't help but scream. "You wrecked their lives, they're going to be traumatized for life now, you bitch!"

"Don't worry, we'll make her pay. Of course, there's the execution, but…we can have some fun with her first~" the voice behind her said before another crack of pain erupted across her back. She could feel blood oozing from a wound somewhere. Through the haze of pain, she made two realizations. One was that the apparent angle was that she'd probably molested and/or raped two dozen young boys and was being punished for it. The second…was that she was being whipped. It had taken a second to realize it, but now she was sure.

"One of them was only six, you sick fuck!" Another strike, hitting a spot they'd already hit before and blasting pain across her entire form as she screamed in agony. She hadn't realized it could hurt this bad, and now, as she realized, someone could request to do this to her in the future. Makima finally felt a pang of fear and panic shoot through her. Though it felt like nothing compared to the whips and chains that were eventually struck across her back.

"Bitch probably used these meat sacks to entice them, huh?"

With that, the whip cracked against her breasts, splitting her skin open. She let out a scream as blood dripped from the wound, only for her to be hit again and again. Every shot made her want to die, with how much it hurt. She could hear that they were saying more lines but couldn't register the actual words that they were saying.

She felt exhausted and in agony, as the whipping finally seemed to stop. However, her torture was far from over.

"Why don't we give her a taste of her own medicine?" one man asked, and the others smirked as all four of them began to strip down before her eyes. The first one that got nude pressed himself against her back and started groping her chest as another one worked on her chains. She felt his cock rubbing against one of her ass cheeks as his hands manhandled her breasts, squeezing and kneading them and even rubbing her nipples. It wasn't anything she wasn't already familiar with back at the shack, but something about it felt much more aggressive.

Finally, her chains were undone, and she dropped to the floor, where she was grabbed by the arm thr, own to the side, and kicked. Makima cried out before the other three men began to unleash kick after kick upon her chest, stomach, back, and sides as she twisted around. They yelled profanities at her as bruises formed across her body within seconds. The beating felt like it lasted for hours before they stopped, and she was grabbed. She was thrust into a position on all fours as a cock was rammed into her mouth. Makima choked in surprise at the large organ entering her throat. However she still found the strength to do as she normally did and began flicking her tongue around. Makima knew it was supposed to be an act. Did these men know that she was being forced to perform? She doubted they'd be that different if they knew. Even so, she knew it would be better to play along, or else she might be punished.

Then she felt two more cocks enter her from behind. One slid into her ass while the other went into her pussy. Both sent intense pain through her, especially the raw asshole one. Apparently, no one knew how to properly fuck someone in the ass. Finally, the fourth slid underneath her and started fondling her breasts, leaving all four men to molest her.

Makima did her best to stay up and pleasure the man with the cock in her mouth. It felt like she could only do so much. Especially when dealing with the mixture of arousal from the hammering into her pussy, the groping of her chest, and the pain of her asshole being stretched by a rather large member. The man, while groping her chest, let go of one of her breasts and began to jerk off.

It once again felt like hours went by before somebody came. The man fucking her pussy splurged inside her without a care in the world. The man fucking her mouth came next, shooting his cum down her throat like a waterfall, making her gag a little despite how much of that sort of treatment she'd been subjected to over the past several days. Something about his just felt more horrid than the others.

Soon after, the man inside her ass came too, quickly spilling out and mixing with the other man's on the floor. The man underneath her, gripping her chest, finished last. His cum shot up and splashed across her stomach, side, and even partially across her chest.

The men pulled away from her and brought her back to her feet. The camera people ended the scene and immediately went into the next one, where she was strung up again. The whipping resumed, much to her horror.

She endured a cycle of this treatment for hours, going back and forth between whipping her with chains and whips and fucking all three of her holes at once. The men went for another four rounds for a chance at every position. Eventually, Makima was so wracked with cum and pain that she'd begin to disassociate until the scene was finally done.

"Next up is the death scene." the woman—likely the director now that Makima thought about it—said. The sentence spurred her back to life as the men stood around her. Talking amongst themselves as if they hadn't just spent hours raping her and beating her. However, she kept her mouth shut, knowing it was the smart thing to do.

Finally, someone clapped the board and started the scene, where one of the men looked at his watch.

"Looks like our fun is over," he said, reaching for his clothes. "It's time."

"What? Already? Man I could've gone at least another load," another man said, and Makima twitched, wanting to say 'sixteen times was enough' so badly.

"It's a public execution, isn't it?" another man said as he was pulling up his boxers.

"Yep. And we get to leave her naked too~" the first man said.

"But then the bruises-"

"Nobody is gonna care. After the shit she did, they'll probably be happy," he said as the four of them finally finished putting their uniforms back on. They undid her chains, and one of the men smacked her across the face so hard she cried out, nearly falling to the ground. "On your feet, whore."

Makima was forced up, the chains wrapped around her wrists as she was pulled outside onto a new set, where a measly two extras stood in front of a gallows. Makima's eyes widened at the sight of the noose, and she briefly considered resisting before she glanced out and saw Denji staring at her. All it took was a shake of his head, and she gulped, keeping herself still as they walked up the steps to the trapdoor below the noose. The mechanism was lowered, and the four men wrapped the noose around her neck.

Despite knowing they had no plans to let her stay permanently dead, Makima still felt pure panic rush through her body at the idea of feeling the pain of being hanged. Her body begged for her to run, but she held firm. She wouldn't show weakness.

"For the crimes this vile woman has committed, she shall be hanged with all of you as witnesses." one of the men said before pulling a paper from her pocket and reading out her crimes. 27 young boys, aged 3 to 15, all molested and raped, and sexually assaulted in various ways that even left Makima feeling a little disgusted. The two extras grew increasingly angry with every conviction read until they were practically screaming for her to die. Even though it was clearly, it was supposed to be a bigger crowd. The two extras seemed so into the role that it almost made it feel like they believed she committed the crimes. The man smirked as the first man folded the paper and shoved it into his pocket. He walked over to the lever next to the trapdoor and took a moment to bask in the joy of the two screaming extras. Finally, he pulled the lever.

The door opened, and Makima dropped.

Of course, the force of the drop and the rope around her neck should've snapped it. It practically did, except her devil body kept her alive while still allowing her to feel the pain.

Her body jerked around as she gasped for air, her face instantly changing colors as she twisted and turned. Her bones felt broken, yet were simultaneously painfully healing inside her neck, the bone fragments putting themselves back together and shifting under her skin to do so. She cried out as much as she could, but all that came out was a choking sound. The crowd watched and cheered, though Makima could barely register it through the pain. A different sort of agony than what she'd been through with the whipping, the constant lack of air striking her and causing her lungs to burn as the rope dug into her neck enough to draw blood. Normally, she would've been dead by now. But for Makima, it would be endless as long as they kept her up here.

Eventually, her vision started to go dark as she slipped into unconsciousness. Usually, death would accompany such a thing. But for Makima, if they kept her up, she could fall unconscious and reawaken multiple times in an endless loop.

She welcomed the darkness and let it overtake her as her body finally was able to rest, even if only for a moment.

"Cut!"

Mercifully, the director eventually called cut, and the rope was pulled back up. Makima awoke almost instantly and was unceremoniously dropped onto the platform. She gulped down handfuls of air into her desperately burning lungs. Still slightly flopping like a fish for a few moments before she finally went still, though her harsh breathing continued.

Of course, she wasn't allowed even a moment of rest from the pain. Even if she'd actually been unconscious for minutes, to her, it had felt like only a single moment. She heard footsteps and saw some people standing in front of her.

"See, she's still alive."

"Incredible. Absolutely incredible. She's going to be a fantastic asset to us."

"Now you see why I charge so much."

"Oh, absolutely, but she's definitely worth it. Speaking of…here you are." The woman speaking snapped her fingers, and multiple wads of cash in a bag were handed to Denji, which he eagerly accepted.

"Great, we'll see you next time then?"

"Yeah, I can text you the schedule for our next shoot." the woman said as the devil groaned as Denji began to haul Makima to her feet. "Keep her in top shape until then~"

"You know I will~," he said as he waved goodbye. Dragging Makima along by the collar that he'd, at some point having reattached it to her neck. Walking towards the entrance, they spotted a hose connected to the wall. Denji quickly grabbed it and turned towards Makima as he turned it on. Spraying her with a torrent of water that woke her up the rest of the way and made her screech as she held up her hands to try and protect herself. The barrage of liquid lasted for several minutes as he even walked around her and sprayed it between her buttocks and legs and all over her breasts.

"Much cleaner now," he said, tossing the hose aside after he was finished. He grabbed the end of Makima's leash again and pulled her along as she coughed and wiped water from her face, now dripping.

He shoved her into the car they'd prepared. The driver looked annoyed at the dripping-wet girl, though he seemed to get over it upon seeing that she was naked. Denji got in next to her, and the driver started the car. Throughout the entire drive, he kept glancing back at the naked girl.

At some point, Makima was about to speak when Denji silenced her by placing a ring gag in her mouth and undoing his pants. She stared at him in disbelief as he fished his cock out, yanking his pants down a little to do so. He then grabbed her by the hair and thrust her head down. She knew what he wanted her to do and felt the urge to resist rising. But Makima knew doing so would be foolish. Instead, she simply accepted the cock entering her mouth and going down her throat.

He used her head to guide her at the exact speed he wanted, forcing her up and down as he leaned back and enjoyed himself. She did her best to use her tongue to please him further, swirling it around his cock and feeling it throb and pulse inside her mouth in return. The entire time, the man at the front of the car still kept looking, almost appearing jealous.

"You did really good today," Denji said. "You brought me a lot closer to finishing off my debt, which is good because…mmm…I plan to move us to a big city, and a nice big place where I can treat you well."

Makima was surprised to hear this. But she couldn't let herself believe his words. Not when he was putting her through so much to settle his stupid debts that she had nothing to do with.

"I love you, and I'll never let you go.

She balked at those words in particular. Makima was so put off by the statement that she stopped staring at it until Denji yanked on her hair. After which, she resumed sloshing her tongue around, wishing she could tell him how much she despised this awful man. However, the gag and cock in her mouth obviously prevented that from happening.

It only took three minutes for Denji to cum. Denji's body trembled as she released, shooting a stream of cum down her throat. All of which Makima swallowed without choking before he finally let go. She sat back up, leaning against the seat, catching her breath.

Once they stopped, Denji handed the driver not only a large tip but also some pictures of close-ups of Makima's nude body. The driver seemed to appreciate it. He sped off as Denji yanked Makima back inside the small shack, which now felt strange after spending the entire day in the large warehouse. Makima was expecting him to ask for more, to go through one last session before bed, but…

"Let's go to bed. You did good today."

Makima blinked in surprise as Denji walked towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. By the time she followed him, he was setting the bag of cash onto the desk completely nude and then settled into bed. He was semi-hard, though she supposed it was to be expected with having a naked girl around. He patted the space next to him, and she crawled into bed, where he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, settling his face into her chest. She was still expecting something to happen, but it never did. Soon, she heard his steady breathing, indicating he was asleep.

Wishing she could strangle him in his sleep, she closed her eyes and followed him into a dreamless slumber.