How I Lost My Job 3

I can't believe its only been six months since the day in the alley.... So much has changed. I lost my job, family, friends, sense of self and any dignity I once had. I can barely remember who I used to be at this point. To begin catching you up I will tell you how I lost my job.

For a few days after the men came to my home everything settled down and was normal. If you ignored the handful of men who came to use me every day after they saw my nudes and information on social media. It was, in some twisted way, extremely hot finding out just how many of my friends were only friends with me because they were hoping they could fuck me. My favorite so far were the ones who were cruel to me because I had to be reduced to a total slut before I would sleep with them. Their anger and demeaning comments filed my desire.

I found myself obsessively reading the comments that had been left on my nudes any time I had free time. With every additional "friend" who showed up at my door my emotions got more and more twisted. The deep feeling of betrayal that every man I had ever met had looked at photos of me being clearly raped and yet none had helped me. Thinking about how instead of helping me, over 50 men that ranged from someone I had thought of as my best friend all the way to men I had only met once in passing had decided to join in my nightmare left me feeling empty but also deeply desirable. At times I started catching myself thinking that I deserved this humiliation for leading them on in the first place.

One of the men showed me how he had made a group chat. He let me scroll through it as he used my asshole. I found that most of the men who had fucked me were sharing the photos and videos they had taken of me for the others to see and commenting on them. I think he was trying to humiliate me but when I saw there was over a thousand people in the chat I couldn't help cumming on his cock. With those numbers I knew they must have invited their friends and that I wasn't likely to get a break anytime soon from the line of men outside my door. As punishment for that orgasm after he came in me he then emptied his bladder in me as well while he filmed it for the chat.

After about 2 weeks I had almost gotten used to this new life until one day I saw the man from the alley enter my work. He grinned wickedly at me before walking up to my boss and showing him something on his phone. I felt my whole body tense in alarm. I couldn't imagine what he was doing but I had a bad feeling that the last place I was able to escape being nothing more than a set of holes for a man's pleasure was going to be taken from me. The thrill that thought sent through my body made me flush bright red with embarrassment as I hated how much I had changed. Before I would have never thought my value depended on if men found my body useful for their pleasure and it scared me seeing how much my mental state had changed in such a short period of time.

Sure enough it didn't take more than 10 minutes before my boss called me into his office and told me to sit down. When I did he got up and walked behind me, bending down and putting his phone in front of us. I watched the video that was on his screen begin to play. It showed me tied up to the weird bench in my room getting railed by multiple guys with a line of others clearly waiting for a turn in the background.

"Care to explain this?" my boss asked as he hung an arm over the back of the seat and rested his hand firmly on my breast. Stuttering I said, "please you don't understand I, I didn't have a choice!" I awkwardly shifted away trying to move my breast out of his hand.

He squeezed my breast painfully tight and used it to pull me back up in the chair. I whimpered but stayed still, used to this treatment by now and knowing it would be far worse if I struggled. He set down his phone and used both hands to tug my top up folding it over my head so my face was covered by it and leaving my tits on display.

"According to that man you have some new rules you have to follow," he says as he yanks up my skirt. Doing so revealed I was wearing a pair of panties that I had stashed at work. I felt myself go pale as he tisked and said "looks like you haven't followed them which means I get to punish you."

He pinched one of my nipples hard and yanked up forcing me to stand up. I felt my skirt get yanked down scraping painfully over my hips. I only had a few seconds to absorb what was happening before I was roughly forced over the edge of his desk. He walked around the desk to grab hold of the waistband of my panties. They were then yanked so hard I was pulled halfway across the desk. I yelped as I felt the panties dig into me. He pulled hard until they finally tore off of me leaving me sobbing. Unbothered by my tears he walked back around the desk and put one of my legs on top of his desk leaving me spread wide open.

"You're not very attractive but in the end you're just a hole for me to fuck so you don't really need to be I suppose." He said before quickly thrusting himself into my asshole. Thanks to how many times my asshole had been used recently and my new habit of lubing my holes when I wake up he slid in with little pain which I was grateful for. I laid there and softly sobbed as he used me. Finally after 10 or 15 minutes he collapsed on me after cumming in me.

Snapping a quick photo of his cum leaking out of me he said, "don't worry I will let your handlers know you broke the rules so they can punish you properly. You will also get a pay cut and every break you have you will come in here and service me." I nodded tiredly and thanked him without thinking. I cringed as he grinned at the offhanded politeness. I got as presentable as I could and went back to work.

Every day after that 5 to 6 men came into work to take me in the back rooms. It wasn't long before word spread through the company and men and women I work with started taking advantage too. One day was particularly bad. I was used so often that I only had 5 or 10 minutes the entire 10 hour shift where I wasn't bent over in the back rooms. That was the day my boss fired me but not before he used me himself and got my address. He also told me i wasn't going to get my last paycheck because, "a whore like you doesn't deserve payment,, you should just feel lucky I allowed you to stay here as long as I did." Then I truly had no escape from the people who visited me at home daily.

Every social media I had before has been converted to a business page like onlyfans. Sometimes the men who own me even gift me for a night to the top buyers. Almost every man I have ever known has had a turn with me and the photos and video proving it are plastered across the internet. They only got more vicious when it became obvious I was pregnant.

My house is used to hold the guys who are waiting to fuck me. They all get charged a 5 dollar fee for 15 minutes now where they can do anything they want. Business is booming as you can imagine. Groups of 3 or more get a 2 dollar discount to what they pay as long as they allow everything to be filmed and the video to be sold. It could be worse. The money I make goes toward my house and care. The leftover is profits for the men who own me. But hey I tell myself... it could be worse.

Anyone have any suggestions/ideas/feedback about where this story should go next or how i can improve?