This story coincides a bit with the events of Liz Leaves the Hall of Pleasure. I recommend reading that story first.
This story gets dark and includes scat as well as severe non-consent content.
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Rose had been a mouth in the Wreck Room for almost four years, her body kept in a wooden box, with just her head emerging and a ring gag in her mouth, so whether she was awake or not her mouth could be pumped with cock and cum. They would unbox her to clean her and the box, and let her stretch for a couple minutes every day, then she would return to the box.
When she was awake but not in use, she faced a white cunt sitting across from her looking back. The cunt was the urinal for the room. Rose had been cruel to her once upon a time, but now she wished she hadn't. Because of the ring gag Rose could not apologize. Because the cunt had a ring gag as well, she wouldn't be be able to accept either.
During her time in the Hall of Pleasure, she had hated the white cunts. Sure they were being raped too, but they didn't have to endure the racist cruelty Rose and the other cunts of color did. Asking her to do stereotypical accents while being raped, being treated as exotic, or called slurs. It was even more degrading and exhausting.
In the wreck room, she saw that there were no cunts getting off easily, just a lot of poor souls being crushed by evil men. She didn't dislike the white cunts anymore, she just wished for all of them to get out.
The cunt across from her, looked at her with sympathy, piss and cum dripping down her chin onto her naked tits whenever she wasn't in use.
One day, a man who had frequently come to her head and fucked her waiting mouth, and another man who had preferred the cunt and ass of a less fortunate box girl, came and opened her box, and took her out. Clean-up cunts handled the piss and shit, and cum, but the men had to be present to ensure calm and order.
The gag was removed and she was taken and bathed, makeup applied to her, and she received a mani-pedi. When she was done she was brought through the Wreck Room again, and mouthed "I'm so sorry for that night" to the urinal cunt. She nodded in reponse.
She came out into the cold night's air, her nipples perking sharply, and found a man waiting with a smile. He was hot, and she remembered her first encounter with him in the Hall of Pleasure years earlier, she had been almost excited, but it had quickly turned.
He walked around her, inspecting and smiling. He opened the trunk of his car, and pulled out a heavy duty ziptie, and ziptied her hands behind her back.
"You ready to see your new home, cunt?"
She tried not to cry, as she had been promised that a sweet man who was going to free her and marry her. He was going to be her owner when she finished her time. She didn't know what had happened, but she knew better than to ask.
"Yes, Sir," she replied trying not to cry.
He slapped her across the face.
"Sir is for any man who doesn't own you. I am Master, to you."
"I'm sorry, Master" she sobbed.
He helped her into the trunk, and closed it. He didn't bother to gag her, and began driving. The trunk was still more comfortable than her box, and she fell asleep quickly.
She didn't know how long it had been since she'd been in the trunk, when the car finally stopped, and moments later the trunk opened to daylight. It was the first time she'd seen the sun in almost ten years, and it hurt her eyes.
Her new master got her out of the trunk. She stood in an inch of snow. He inspected her with the aid of daylight.
"I already have a cunt, she's a good cook, and a good fuck. How about you?"
"I am a good fuck, Master. I can cook a little bit." Her small tits jutted out as her wrists were still behind her back.
"Fried rice?" He asked, and when she cringed he smirked, and pinched her nipples tight. "Do you think you are a woman?"
"No, Master..." she said through gritted teeth.
"What are you?" He refused to release her nipples.
"An asian cunt slave, master."
He twisted both nipples.
"Asian? Let's keep race for humans, not cunts."
"Yes, Master."
He smiled and released her.