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It wasn't that they were tired of fucking her. Her fine, sensuous body,
marked and bruised though it might be, never failed to stimulate them, and her
cunt, her asshole and her mouth were in constant use. But as the days passed
their sexual abuse became almost routine, while their appetite for her
humiliation seemed to grow stronger and more demanding. Her humiliation, and her
pain. There was a limit to the pain they could inflict if they wanted her to
remain functional--even Trifford realized that--but they could shame and debase
her all they wanted. They enjoyed thinking up new forms of degradation for her,
coming up with perverse acts for her to perform for their entertainment. They
brought in instruments for her to masturbate with while they watched, they made
her lick their feet clean after walking barefoot around the apartment, they used
her as a urinal and chortled when she threw up on the floor.
Also, they took pictures of her having sex with them. Still pictures and
videotapes. This was part of their insurance, they told her; if, after they were
through with her, she ever had the notion of reporting any of this, or going to
the authorities, the pictures and tapes would be spread around. With the proper
editing, it could easily be made to seem that she was doing all this quite
willingly. Nobody would believe her story. Besides, they told her, if she did
anything like that she would soon be dead. She didn't doubt them for a second.
After a while, when they had all had her body in every way a dozen
times, and had made her do everything they could think of to humiliate herself,
they started bringing in other men--only their most trusted acquaintances, of
course--and making her perform for them.
She was surprised at how much shame she could still feel. After serving
as a sexual plaything for seven men, being used and abused repeatedly in every
possible manner, she would have thought that nothing they could do could
increase her feeling of degradation. But she found that with each new man her
shame and humiliation was as intense as ever, as the Councilmen forced her to
display her naked body, and then to service the stranger in whatever manner he
desired, as well as to perform some of the tricks they had thought up, for his
entertainment as well as theirs.
It was near the end of her allotted period of servitude that someone
suggested they bring in another woman. A thoughtful silence greeted this
proposal.
"For us or for her?" somebody said, bringing a round of laughter.
"For both," said the man who had made the suggestion, who happened to be
Calley, the sallow-faced man who had first used his fork on Joyce's buttocks.
"Listen, we could have the two of them put on a girl-girl show, you know what I
mean? And then we could screw the shit out of both of them. Hell, nothing wrong
with a little variety!"
"You know, I like that idea," Kalinkos said. He happened to be fucking
Joyce in the ass at that moment, as she bent over the arm of a couch with her
head buried in the crotch of a seated man. He reached out to grab her blonde
hair, pulling her head back sharply and bringing a painful cry from her mouth,
as well as a mild protest from the man whose cock that mouth had been
pleasuring. "How about that, baby?" he said, not pausing in his movement. "You
ever make it with another gal?"
"No..." Joyce gasped out.
"Would you like to?"
"N-No..."
"What?" He pulled viciously at her hair, forcing her head back as far as
it would go.
"Aaaahhh!! Yes. Yes!"
"That's the girl," Kalinkos said, releasing her head, which the seated
man promptly guided back to his crotch. "It ought to be a lot of fun. What do
you think, Alex?"
"I think it's a fine idea," Trifford said.
