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This became their new normal, every weekend, Chinedu or one of his friends would come over. Sometimes two at once, Mark would watch from the chair or be made to film it on his phone. One particularly lewd night, Cindy wanted to push boundaries. She invited Chinedu and his cousin, Jess another hung bull. The two men used her like a fucktoy for hours. Double penetration while Mark sat inches away. Chinedu in her pussy, Jess in her ass, both thrusting in rhythm. Cindy was sandwiched between their muscular bodies, her screams muffled by one cock in her mouth at times.

The room is pretty much empty, just like any room in the temple. Once when I was delivering fresh bread from The Daily Bread to the House of Aaron, - a resting house for everybody that is too old and frail to function properly in the New Eden- I heard an old woman said one to another about how dull and suffocating life is in the New Eden. About how cruel and inhuman the temple is. How New Eden has no different with those sick child-bride cults that has been tore down by the authorities decades ago.They said The New Eden is like a big slavery jail. Even the repentance rooms in the temple are far worse than solitary confinements in a maximum security jail. I don’t really understand what exactl

Which was why, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night, she was spread out on her bed with her laptop balanced on her nightstand, her hand between her legs, and Jude Brennan's I*******m open on her phone. Pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. She didn't care. The video on her laptop was filthy....some rough amateur thing she'd found on a site she'd never admit to visiting, a girl bent over a bathroom sink while a man fucked her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair. The girl was begging, and the man was telling her to shut up and take it, and Mara's fingers were buried inside herself, her thumb working her clit as she stared at Jude's most recent photo.

I lay sprawled on our massive master bed in the pitch-dark room, the only light coming from my laptop screen glowing obscenely in front of me. My nightgown was bunched up around my waist, legs spread wide like a whore in heat. On the screen, the most disgusting, filthy gangbang p**n I could find played at full volume. A curvy woman just like me was being completely destroyed—three thick cocks slamming into her throat at once, stretching her mouth into a grotesque, drooling mess while a fourth man brutally ruined her pussy, pounding her so hard her whole body shook.

Goosebumps raid my skin. “Why here?” I find myself asking when we pass by the fourth unlocked door and get the visuals of a woman sucking off a naked man with a heavyset build and a sagging belly. I look away quickly when my eyes catch sight of another woman wearing a cock dildo joining them, standing behind the woman and pushing into her asshole. An embarrassed flush travels up my skin. Heavens.

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

The living room is massive, dimly lit, with naked bodies…people everywhere. A girl is bent over the couch, her tits bouncing with every thrust as a guy I vaguely recognize pounds into her from behind, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. She’s drooling onto the leather, eyes rolled back, moaning like a whore. Two women are in the corner, one sitting on the other’s face, grinding her pussy against her mouth while pinching her own nipples. And there, in the center of it all, on a raised platform like some kind of throne—

This was a scene straight out of a high-end brothel. Naked women lay scattered around, their bodies being used as mere playthings for men who had no shame. Their flimsy dresses were designed for easy access, and the men in the room used that access without a second thought, treating the women like pieces of furniture. What was even more nauseating was the sight of some men using their own wives to curry favor with more powerful figures. It was a vile and sickening display, and I felt a wave of disgust so intense I thought I might be sick.

By now, I would be sleeping peacefully on my bed. And where the hell was this damn toilet? I've been walking around for hours now. There seemed to be no doors anywhere. Okay, wait, I see a door. "Finally." I sighed as I opened it. "Christ!" I shut the door back immediately. What the hell was that? Were they shooting some kind of porno? The filthy image was already registered in my head. Two men were on a woman, fucking her holes, while she was sucking the dick of the third man.

“Those women never cleaned any part of that club and if you think they did, you’re dumber than most Bubbas.” At least I understand this insult. I enjoy her spirit and sparring with her. And she’s correct about the cleaning aspect of the women’s job. I steal another tater tot. “Eat your own,” she huffs. I give her my best who me smile and take a drink of soda. “I know the whores cleaned things up every once in a while after Fox would finally put his foot down. They’re junkies. They do the minimum required for their next fix and most of that was on their backs or knees. They can get off the drugs or get out—”