Dawn stood against a cold wall. Her hands stretched above her head attached to a hook that dropped down from the ceiling. She had been taken out of her cell several times for a repeat of sexual activities with these men. Sometimes women would join in on her torture. They would pinch and slap her, calling her a “whore” or “slut”. As if she had a choice in the matter…

Dawn’s stomach grumbled. She clenched her fists. She had yet to receive real food since arriving at this hellhole. The second or third time she had been taken from her cell she had been told to suck off each man in the room to get her waiting meal. She had been so desperate for anything to eat at that point. She had willingly accepted all of them into her mouth. Punished when she spat out their semen. What she hadn’t anticipated was the men’s fluids for her meal.

Hunger pains had racked her body for several days after that. She was told to be thankful she got what she did, but even now she could feel her energy waning. Her legs collapsed from underneath her putting strain on the bindings around her wrists. Her head felt light, as she tried to get her bearings once again. She still couldn’t see anything. The blindfold was still on and she had resigned to the fact that she would never see anything while she was with these people.

A door opened nearby, her captors had finally returned. She yelped in pain when she felt a paddle hit her from behind. “Stand up,” a male voice ordered her.

Dawn pulled on her wrists, trying to get the strength to get on her feet again. After several moments she was successful only to be paddled in the stomach. She doubled over in pain, putting more strain on her wrists. Liquid began trickling down her arms. It was most likely her own blood. “Please,” she rasped out, not being able to finish her sentence.

The man grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to look at what she assumed would be his face. “Did I give you permission to speak?” He growled, spittle landing on her face.

Dawn let out a terrified whine. She tensed as she readied for the blows she would be receiving.

“I’ll teach you to speak without permission,” the man grumbled, laying the paddle down on a nearby table. Dawn heard his belt come undone, her stomach dropping. Her hands were released from the hook holding her upright, allowing her to gratefully fall to her knees. Her relief only lasted momentarily when she was grabbed by the hair. “Open!” The man demanded.

Dawn did as she was told, not wanting today’s session to last any longer than necessary. The man thrusted into her mouth nearly choking her. “Take it!” He demanded, holding her head still as he pressed even further into her mouth. Tears wet Dawn’s cheeks as the man continued the process of thrusting and holding her still. Finally hot liquid seeped down her throat as the man finished in her mouth, pulling out as he was still coming, dirtying her face. Dawn kept her mouth open, not wanting to get yelled at again.

“Good girl,” the man patted her on the cheek, harder than necessary. “The rest of the party should be here soon.” He announced, buckling his pants as he let Dawn collapse to the ground.

She shivered, she was hoping for a short session today. Her stomach gurgled, hunger gnawing at her insides. Dawn felt tears prick at the backs of her eyes. She didn’t even remember what food tasted like anymore, just these dirty stinky men.

“You’ll get the rest of your meal soon enough,” the man chuckled. The table above Dawn creaked as he sat down on top of it. Voices could be heard in the hallway. There was a lot. Dawn felt pressure in her head build up and forced her to black out.

Dawn woke up to her entire body bound into an uncomfortable contortion, hanging from the ceiling. She had liquid running down her one leg still on the ground. Her hands were bound tightly behind her, with rope running over her chest and around her neck. A ring had been forced into her mouth and secured with a rubber strap around her head. Her chin drenched in what she hoped was saliva, but knew deep down it wasn’t the only thing.

“Look who decided to join the party,” a female voice jeered. Someone slapped Dawn's chest making her cry out. Her nipples were sore, she became aware of the clamps that were pressing down on her sensitive nubs. “Let her down. It’s my turn for some pleasure.”

Dawn felt herself fall to the ground, her one leg unable to support her weight, the other one bound to itself against her body. She sat up as best she could, but fell over as her brain refused to cooperate. 

“I told the guys to go easy on you when you were passed out. We weren’t sure if you’d be able to swallow their loads while asleep.” The woman’s soft hands ran along Dawn’s side, releasing the leg bound to her torso. “But surprise, surprise you handled everything just fine.” The woman took Dawn’s chin in her hand after helping her into a kneeling position. Her lips pressed against Dawn’s. 

Dawn knew better than to pull back. She’d only get hit more. Dawn sat in the woman’s embrace, unable to do anything to stop her when her tongue was forced into Dawns mouth. The woman’s tongue ran along Dawn’s teeth, and massaged every taste bud on her tongue. Hands were caressing her body. Every inch of her covered by someone else’s warm calloused hand. Rubbing what bodily fluids were on her into her skin.

The angry bee, which Dawn had found out was called a vibrator, made its comeback to today’s session. She felt the vibrations in her groin area as the woman continued to press kisses along her cheekbone and move down to her collar. Dawn squealed in pleasure as warmth burst through her body. Stars appearing behind her eyelids, her head threatening to black out once again.

“Put that away,” the woman commanded whoever was holding the vibrator. “I want my due.”

Dawn’s face was shoved into this woman’s crotch. Her nose nuzzled the woman’s warm folds. 

“I better feel your tongue,” the woman growled, spreading herself so Dawn had easier access.

Dawn held back her sob. She stuck her tongue through the metal ring and began licking the woman in her privates. The woman moaned in pleasure, holding Dawn’s head even closer to her. She heard the men jeering behind her, talking about the great view.

Once Dawn was able to make the woman finish, the men ripped her away and began on her once again. They placed her on top of one who was laying down. He pushed against her rear, forcing himself into her ass. Another man thrusted into her core as the man underneath her began to thrust.

“Quit your crying.” The woman scolded, upon hearing Dawn's whimpers of pain. A rubber dildo was placed in her mouth, moving in and out while she was fondled once more. After the men had finished, she was thrown back into her cell. Still bound and with the ring in her mouth. They stopped giving her the shirt after the first day.

Dawn cried herself to sleep that night, wishing she could see any of her friends. But knowing deep down she would probably die here.

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Dawn woke up to intense cramping in her stomach. She retched, rolling to her side as the pain consumed her. She had been in this place for over a week, maybe a week and a half. Moving was becoming a task in itself, and she was beginning to hallucinate on an almost daily basis. Her blindfold was still in place, making her heart flutter as she felt liquid gush out of her. 

It couldn’t be her period, because she had gotten it before she was sold. And she knew she hadn’t been in this place a full moon cycle yet. She was finally bleeding to death.  

Dawn rolled onto her back, crying, her bound hands shoved under her. She couldn’t find a way to relieve the intense pain in her abdomen. She felt the pressure in her head increase, her mind swimming as she began to black out once more. The only thing that gave her mercy in this awful place.

“Dawn.”

She was hallucinating again. Nobody here cared about her name.

“Dawn.”

Dawn listened to the voice whisper her name. It sounded familiar. She let her mind succumb to the darkness, hoping to get some peace.

When Dawn came to she was resting against someone’s chest, their warm arms lightly embracing her. The hair on their chin tickled her forehead. She started at being able to see. The boy behind her chuckled as she turned to look at them. “John?” Dawn asked breathlessly. 

She hadn’t seen him since their group had been found out. Dawn looked around the room. It was a dormitory, the rows of beds, sheets strewn everywhere from the kids getting up earlier in the day. It was a welcoming sight. 

“I missed you,” John gently took Dawn’s hand and brought her into a hug. 

“I missed you too,” she cried into his shoulder, melting into his strong arms.

John rubbed her back, rocking them in place as he helped soothe her. “We’ll see each other again soon enough,” John gently wiped the tears from her cheek.

“How do you know?” Dawn sniffled, wiping her eyes. Relishing the feeling of being able to move her arms on her own.

“I just know,” John whispered, moving a fallen hair out of Dawn’s face. He gently led Dawn to a nearby bed. They sat down facing each other, hands clasped together. 

“Get her up!” A gruff voice yelled in the distance. 

Dawn jumped, her breathing increasing. John took a calming hand to her cheek, letting her lean into it, her eyes closing at his touch. He gently shushed her, leaning his head in closer. Their lips connected, Dawn melting into John’s arms, ignoring the screaming and rough pulling in the distance.

The pair separated, faces still inches from one another. John’s hand never leaving the side of her face. “Let me love you,” he whispered, his olive green eyes staring lovingly into her bronze ones.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

John gave her a small playful smile, connecting their lips once more. He guided her body to lay down on the bed, hovering over her, making sure to not put too much pressure on any one point of her body. His hand lightly moved over her cheek, trailing down her neck to her collarbone. 

Dawn shivered from the touch, but it wasn’t from disgust. This felt the opposite of what the horrible men were doing to her right then. This was pleasure. This was love. John moved his lips along her jawline, trailing down to the hem of her shirt. 

His hands trailing up her sides as he moved the shirt hem upwards. His tongue left designs along her belly. If she became uncomfortable he immediately stopped and would readjust. Always coming back to her head, giving her sweet kisses all over her face. If he wasn’t kissing, he was whispering his love to her.

Her shirt came off over her head, her breathing coming in gasps. “John,” she whispered, a coiled feeling in her stomach. After everything she had gone through she was becoming apprehensive.

John moved back to her head, a soft hand to her cheek. “I won’t hurt you, I will never hurt you.” He whispered, taking her hand in his free one. “You tell me when to stop.” 

Dawn searched his face, before nodding in agreement. “I trust you.” 

John gave her favorite crooked smile then started kissing her collarbone, slowly trailing down to her chest. She didn’t hurt. There was no pinching, biting or prodding. Only John’s gentle kisses that sent warm butterflies in her stomach.

He removed her pants and underwear , exposing the rest of her to his warm ness. Dawn looked him over, he still had his clothes on. “You’re overdressed,” she smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. 

Her hands trailed along his slightly toned chest, breathing in his scent as his shirt fell around her face. She brought a hand to his face, running it along his jawline, making him sigh in contentment, gently leaning into her hand. 

Dawn let out a squeal of pain, curling her body into a ball. John surrounded her in his arms, instantly soothing her. “Look at me,” he whispered. “It’s just you and me” he covered her in his soft kisses once more. 

“I can’t,” Dawn gasped, more pain was radiating from her face, a red hand print showing up.

“It’s just you and me,” John continued, he rocked her back and forth, allowing her to cry. “Let me take your mind off of everything.” He moved a stray hair that kept falling in her face. “Can I do that?”

Dawn nodded, putting her full trust in him. John nodded, trailing his kisses further down her body, Ending at her core. She shivered as his tongue swirled around and he suckled her, making her grab the edge of the bed from the pleasure warming her body.

“John,” Dawn moaned. He brought his face up to hers once more and kissed her with as much passion as he could muster. 

Dawn undid his pants and helped him slide them off, freeing him. “Are you sure?” He asked, hovering over her, making sure she agreed before he touched her again.

“Yes,” she breathed, a hand guiding him back to her lips. 

John inserted himself into her core, both of them moaning in pleasure. He held her hands by her head as he thrusted. Each of their bodies matched the others rhythm.

Dawn finally cried out as pleasure finally swept over her. John soon followed after, falling to the side of her. He scooped her into his arms, holding her. “We’ll be together soon. You’ll see.” He whispered into her hair as she drifted off to sleep.