I barely had time to process my situation before I was brought in and tossed naked into the scrum. My captor snarled, “You’d better act like a whore or you’ll end up dying like one.” Then he turned around and left, no doubt to go find someone else to kidnap from off the streets as he’d kidnapped me.
I barely had time to take it all in. It was even worse than how I imagined hell would be. It looked like a full-blown orgy, only much, much worse.
Naked bodies lay everywhere. A number of women were being fucked in every position imaginable. There were moans, as well as cries of laughter.
A naked female in some sort of bonnet caught sight of me and laughed, “Hey, everyone! Fresh meat!” Several hungry eyes looked in my direction until I became frightened out of my wits.
Two guys jumped me and immediately started raping me. One fucked my mouth while the other used my cunt. Resistance seemed unwise, so I did the best I could to accommodate them.
Sometime during the middle of my fucking, I happened to take a good look all around me in closer detail. That’s when I noticed them, frightening me even more. Cum-spattered bodies of the dead and dying lay all around me. They all appeared to be females, which greatly terrified me.
Whenever I got the chance, I would focus in on one for a few seconds. Several showed signs of strangulation. Hell, one was being fucked and strangled as I looked right at her!
I noticed another naked body lying on the floor. That one had her head cut off. I even detected the faint aroma of piss and shit. But no one around me seemed to care. They were all too busy being fucked and abused.
The guys were brutal as they raped me. Fear forced me to consent, even perhaps to attempt to enjoy it somewhat. Besides, it was better to be a live whore than a dead one; right?
That poor bitch I saw being fucked and strangled appeared to stop struggling. Her face was a dark shade of red, her eyes all glassy. But it made no difference to her rapist. Hell, he just kept right on fucking her corpse hard to the point where he was making her boobs shake!
At that moment a couple more naked female bodies were tossed into the mix. I idly wondered if they’d been tossed in to replace the dead ones. That certainly did not bode well for my chances at survival in this place.
The bitch in the bonnet laughed, “More fresh meat!” She had a toy up her cunt. There was a look of sadistic lust in her eyes.
I began to act more and more like I was enjoying my abuse. I sensed I needed to act like a whore in order to spare my life. Perhaps it was because of the noosed bitch I saw in the middle of the room.
She did not appear to be breathing. In fact, she looked as though she’d been left upon her toes like that until she’d strangled to death. The sight both horrified and fascinated me.
Whenever a guy would walk by, he would give her tits a squeeze or slap her ass. One guy got behind her and fucked her ass. As he did so, a woman was forced to kneel in front of her and lick her dripping cunt. Even in death, the noosed woman did not escape the activities of the room.
The two guys finished with me, leaving cum deposits in my mouth and cunt. Two others came over as soon as my holes became available. There was no respite.
There were moans and cries all around me. I heard some females begging to be fucked, acting as though they were more than willing. Did being a slut increase one’s chance of survival?
Over time, I got passed around. The room was huge; there were naked bodies everywhere, both of the dead and of the living. Then I saw her.
She was crouched upon her knees, her arms tied behind her back as her eyes pleaded with me to kill her. Occasionally a guy went over to fuck her mouth or piss on her. What was wrong with her?
I soon discovered the reason for her torment. I saw something metal going up into her from underneath. A moment later, her head slowly tipped back. That’s when the tip of a metal spit emerged.
It wasn’t long until she began jerking around. Sparks flew from her mouth and crotch as someone stroked and spunked all over her. She looked upward with the metal tip protruding out of her mouth, blinking as though pleading for her life to end.
That familiar female voice declared, “Put someone on that other spit! Use that one; she’s close!” That’s when they grabbed me.
Another pole emerged out of the floor not far from the one being jolted. That’s when they dragged me over to it. Terror and panic overwhelmed me.
Instinctively I began kicking and screaming, “I’ll be a whore; I’ll be a whore!” The last thing I wanted was to have that metal pole up inside me. But it did me no good.
They impaled me upon the damn thing, the spit going right up into my ass. It kept pushing upward until it ruptured something internally. That’s when I started screaming again from the pain.
A cock went down my throat as someone secured my arms behind my back. When I gagged and resisted, he pulled out and slapped my face. Then he pushed his dick back between my lips and down my throat.
I grunted as I mentally begged, “Ill suck – I’ll suck; please let me live!” I didn’t want to end up like that other girl, her naked body jolting as they pissed and spunked upon her. But my fate had already been sealed, perhaps before I’d even set foot inside this terrible room.
The orgy continued all around me as the spit rose up inside me. I was helpless to climb off, much less get it out of me. Guys came over and fucked my mouth as bitches rode my face or pissed on me. Some got off by cruelly fingering either me or that other spitted girl
The metal pole rose higher and higher inside me. I glanced over and saw that other girl with the pole already out of her mouth. I knew that would soon be my fate. But nobody cared. All around me were laughs and cries, along with the grunts and moans of the dead and the dying.
My screams of pain were either laughed at or went ignored. I soon reached the point where I was begging for death, pleading for death. I must have been a little too vocal about it, for a guy heard me and laughed that my wish would soon be granted.
The pole finally came up my throat until it forced my head back. Then it slowly emerged out of my mouth. The shock and horror were such that I began having pain-gasms.
My pole suddenly became electrified, viciously jolting me. Guys loved it as they pissed and spunked all over both me and that other girl. I mentally begged and pleaded to die. But my death was slow in coming.
I finally concluded the girl who’d gotten fucked and strangled to death had gotten off easy. The other one whose head I’d seen lying on the floor had also lucked out. I actually envied the bodies of the other dead bitches whose humiliations had long since come to an end.
I got pissed and spunked on until my own bladder shamefully gave way. I could feel my bowels trying to void around the pole inside me. I knew I was dying.
As a reward for acting like whores, that poor bitch and I really got fried. The poles within us jolted our insides. I shamefully climaxed over and over again along with my suffering sister until our hearts mercifully stopped beating.
9/30/25 Written for “Sylvia” and inspired by the drawing I found on the Internet.