LOGINSummer Hayes's Point Of View.Then new footsteps echoed through the factory, lighter than the last man’s, a little uncertain. Two young guys stepped into the open area, one skinny with messy hair, the other broader but still awkward. The beam of their phone flashlight swept over me and stopped.“Holy shit,” the skinny one whispered. “Dude… look.”They both froze a few feet away, staring at the black writing on my tits, the belt around my throat, the cuffs, the mess still dripping from my cunt.“Is she… real?” the broader one asked under his breath.“She’s breathing,” the skinny one answered, already sounding nervous. “Someone left her here like this.”I lifted my head as much as the belt allowed. These two were clearly amateurs; nervous, hesitant, talking too much instead of just taking what they wanted. Part of me wanted to laugh at how unsure they sounded. The bigger part of me was already calculating. Amateurs could still be useful. If I played it right, maybe one of them would be
Summer Hayes's Point Of View.I had only been pressed against the cold, rusted pole for a few minutes since Kane’s footsteps faded and the heavy door slammed shut, but it already felt longer. My wrists ached in the cuffs. The leather belt around my throat dug in every time I swallowed. Both of my heavy tits hung free and marked, the black ink already starting to smear from sweat. “WORTHLESS CUNT” across one. “FREE USE HOLE” across the other. “NYMPHO TRASH” written right above my still-dripping pussy. “SLAP ME” stretched across both ass cheeks.My heart was still racing. Shame burned hot under my skin, mixed with the same filthy, aching need that never really left. Every small shift made fresh cum leak down my thighs. I kept replaying the way he had looked at me when he tossed the key just out of reach; cruel, satisfied, like he knew exactly how desperate I would get. Part of me was terrified of who might walk through that door. The bigger part was already throbbing at the thought.I t
Summer Hayes's Point Of View.One twitch of Kane's finger and I’d be gone, just another worthless whore dead in an abandoned factory with a pistol in her mouth. That terrifying thought only made me wetter. I sucked and licked desperately, bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around every ridge and groove just like I would a real cock. Drool ran down my chin and dripped onto my marked breasts as I cleaned the weapon that had just fucked me to oblivion.Kane watched with a cruel smirk, still gripping my hair tightly.“Mmm, look at that,” he laughed lowly, voice dripping with contempt. “Sucking a gun like it’s the best cock you’ve ever had. You really are a broken fucked-up little nympho.”I pulled back just enough to gasp for air, strings of spit and cum connecting my lips to the barrel, and whimpered pathetically:“Yes… I’m broken… I’m just a disgusting gun-sucking whore… Thank you for letting me cum on it…”Kane’s eyes flashed with dark amusement. He shoved the barrel back between my l
Summer Hayes's Point Of View.Kane started fucking me with the gun in slow, deep strokes, pushing the steel barrel further into my soaked cunt with every thrust. I could feel every ridge and groove of the weapon scraping against my sensitive inner walls. The fear was electric, making my heart hammer in my chest while my pussy clenched greedily around the deadly metal.“Fuck… Kane…” I whimpered, my hips twitching helplessly as shame and dark pleasure flooded my body. He gradually picked up speed, slamming the pistol harder and faster into me. Wet, filthy sounds echoed through the abandoned factory as he brutally fucked my cunt with his service weapon. The cold steel kept pistoning in and out, dragging against my G-spot with ruthless precision. “Oh god, slow down! Please!” I moaned loudly, my legs shaking violently in the restraints, tears starting to spill down my cheeks. But Kane only fucked me harder with the gun, pounding it deep into my dripping hole with ruthless, mechanical st
Summer Hayes's Point Of View.Kane’s jaw clenched. Without another word, he spun me around and shoved me roughly against the wall. I heard the metallic click of handcuffs before cold steel locked tightly around my wrists behind my back.“You’re under arrest for prostitution in a banned zone, Summer Hayes,” he said gruffly, his voice laced with irritation. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…”He didn’t even bother pulling my top back up, leaving one of my heavy breasts shamelessly exposed as he marched me toward his unmarked car.“Detective, come on,” I whined playfully as he pushed me forward. “Do you really have to cuff me so tight?”“Keep walking,” he snapped. “You’ve caused enough trouble tonight.”He shoved me into the backseat and slammed the door. As soon as the car started moving, I leaned forward, deliberately pressing my exposed tit against the back of the driver’s seat.“You’re really mad tonight, huh?” I
Summer Hayes's Point Of View.The alley smelled like piss and rotting garbage, the kind of place where even the rats looked embarrassed to be. Prostitution was strictly banned in this district, but that had never stopped me. It was the only job I could do and with my double D breasts and the kind of body that made men stare, it was the only thing people ever looked at me for. No one cared about my brains or my past. They just saw a cheap, busty whore they could use for twenty minutes and forget about and I didn't hate it for even one percent. I needed the cash, and more than that, I needed this. But even after all the humiliation and the endless string of disappointing men, I still craved attention and more sex like a nympho. Deep down, what I needed most was to be dominated; to be used roughly, broken, and put in my place like the submissive slut I truly was. My body burned with that constant, aching hunger. No matter how many times I got fucked, it was never enough. My pussy thro







