The cell was cold. There was no way to warm herself up, except with the thin layer of clothes she already had. Problem was, most of those had been torn from her body earlier in the day. It had been a miserable day at the market. Her handlers would beat anyone who so much as felt the urge to sneeze. Her clothes had been ripped from being shown to her potential buyers. 

Dawn shivered, hands bound behind her back, blindfold over her eyes. She had gone for a good price, her handler had been happy. She hadn’t been able to see anything since then. Bound and cuffed since transported from the market to her new home in this cold and dreary cell. She had been terrified to move from the spot she had been thrown, her body was becoming chilled from the cold bare floor. She had no way to tell how long she had been laying alone in her room.

She was in a cell block, that much was for certain. The screams and groans of pain surrounding her confirmed that this was a place she didn’t want to be. A place of pain and misery. Oh, how her luck continued to fail her. Heavy thumps patrolled up and down the hallway, male voices jeering at the occupants of each cell. Occasionally a female voice would join in. Either way it made Dawn’s stomach churn at the thoughts of what could happen to her.

She jumped at the clank of a lock opening, the sound echoing throughout the cells. “This one,” a gruff voice barked. She tensed herself for whatever torture was in her future. Except, she was never taken. A voice younger than her cried out as they were removed from their cell nearby. Their captors laughed as they struggled to get away. A sickening thud and a grunt of pain put an end to their newest victims' attempts. They dragged them off to anyone’s best guess, it was most likely no better then where she was now.

Dawn continued to wait for her turn, counting in her head, the minutes dragging on. Shifting positions when her side got too tired of being lain on. The person taken earlier was brought back. Their sobbing out of control, gasping for air by the lungfuls. What had happened to them?

“We have time for one more,” the gruff voice from earlier announced. It sounded close. It was time for her torture no doubt.

Another cell door clanged open, heavy boots stomping towards their next victim. Her. She felt the vibrations through the floor as her captors came closer. Rough hands picked Dawn up by the arms, dragging her upright. Her legs gave out when she tried to put weight on them. Her ankle hurt, but she wasn’t sure why. 

“Move your ass,” a different male voice said. Dawn was pushed forward, stumbling over her feet until she fell. Her face stinging from where she had hit the ground.

“Can’t do as she’s told,” the first gruff male voice tsk’d. “We can fix that.” A slight chuckle from his words. 

Dawn tensed at her position on the ground. She had no way to escape. She didn’t know her way around this building, let alone being able to see her way out. The man seemed almost excited for what was about to happen to her. Dawn shivered as she was jerked from the ground and led forward. The unseen twists and turns confused her until she gave up trying to figure the complex out. They could’ve been dragging her up and down the same hallways for all she knew. 

Her arms were finally freed as she was thrown onto a metal table. Her head slamming into it, stars exploding in front of her unseeing eyes. Clicks were heard as her arms were clamped down by her sides. A slight pain in her wrists from the tightness of the new restraints. There would be no escaping.

“What should we start with?” Delight dripped from the words.

What would happen to her? Dawn shivered as a breeze blew across her exposed belly. She used to have a shirt, that was before she wound up on the market. Now it was more of a holey crop top. She had angered her handler the day before and he had ripped the rotting fabric from her. The glint in his eyes when he saw her exposed belly had prevented her from sleeping that night. Terrified of what he would do to her. Now her worst fears would most likely come to life. 

“Too bad she isn’t bigger,” a voice said above her. She couldn’t tell who, the voices were beginning to mix together. 

She felt a hand move over her chest. The only thing separating the hand from her skin was her barely there shirt. Dawn squeezed her eyes shut as her brain began to panic. Torture for information on her groups location she thought she could handle. But this… a whimper formed in her throat.

Another set of hands made it to her legs running up the inside and down the outside of it. “Hairy little cunt isn’t she?” A third voice remarked. 

“You’d be that way too if you lived like a feral,” a smacking sound could be heard. Dawn assumed one of the men had smacked the other. They tussled each other for a few minutes before being yelled at by their leader. A thud as items were dropped onto a surface. 

Dawn flinched at the sound, wishing she could see what was going on, but thankful she wouldn’t have permanent images etched in her mind. She wiggled her wrists in the restraints in an attempt to escape to no avail. She was starting to lose feeling in her hand, and her breathing was increasing from the anticipation. She was surprised her heart hadn’t exploded out of her chest.

“Start with this,” the first man grunted, handing off an item. 

A chuckle was heard then something was forced into Dawn’s mouth. She squealed in terror, trying to turn her head away, thrashing her body to try and discourage the person. This only made someone grab her head and pry her mouth open, waiting for the item to be forced between her teeth. Tears were falling from her eyes as her heart ran a marathon. Being chased by hunters would be better than this!

Dawn’s tongue pushed against the smooth object attached to her mouth. A ball had been forced and strapped to her face. The leather pressed painfully into her cheek, as her tongue tried to force the ball from her mouth. She let out a muffled cry of surprise as she felt a warm slobbery mouth touch her abdomen. The tongue started tracing patterns on her skin, while the breath from their nose felt warm against her chilled skin. She brought her knee up and bashed the man in the head. She would defend herself for as long as she could. Knowing that her action would be punished. She was lucky they hadn’t fitted her with a shock collar like the others sent to the work camps.

The man snarled in pain, slamming their hand into her stomach. She cried out, jerking her body up then back down when her shoulders were forced back to the table. She gasped for breath as her head hit the table once more. The stars became bigger in front of her eyes. She sobbed in pain and fear as the men discussed how they were going to proceed with her.

“Looks like we’ll be needing the rope early,” a delighted voice announced. A hand clap was heard then Dawn was pulled painfully to the edge of the table. Her wrists were readjusted in the clamps so they were now above her head. Her left leg was forced to the side of the table. Rope tied tightly around her ankle to the point of lost circulation, and was attached to what she assumed was the table leg. After her other leg was tied down she knew there would be no more movement without permission.

“Now let’s see this bitch squirm!” A rough hand slapped her upper thigh, making her cry out once more. Dawn did her best to not move, instead crying out as much as her gag would allow her. She didn’t care if she couldn’t see with the blindfold; she refused to open her eyes until she was back in her cell.

Over the next several minutes her clothes were cut away from her. She shivered from the cold air that was now covering her completely. The only relief being the men’s warm hands roaming over every inch of her body that they had uncovered. Breathing through the gag was next to impossible, especially when they pinched her nose until she felt like she would pass out. Once they became bored of fondling her body, they decided it would be time to get out more of their toys, as they called them. 

Dawn could’ve never prepared herself for the newest sensation they would force upon her. One of the men stood between her thighs and began poking her with something hard and cold. Dawn didn’t know what it was, but it scared her greatly. She could hear the man spitting on the object he held to her center. His warm spittle splashing on her as well as the object. Without warning the item was shoved inside of her. She let out a surprised shriek as the item stretched and prodded her in ways she had never felt before. 

The uncomfortable agony continued as the men took turns suckling her chest, while another would push items in and out of her, slapping at her groin area. There were points during the ordeal when she moaned from an unknown pleasure that would wash over her, making her shiver. It was a welcome release from the pointed object stabbing her from the inside. The feeling also made her feel dirty, ashamed to be feeling good when she was being forced into unwanted things. It terrified her when the men held an item that sounded like an angry bee next to her and began massaging her groin area. Her body tensed as the tingling sensations would grow and a knot formed in her stomach. They continued to torture her with the inserted items, the massaging bee, and kissing various parts of her body with their warm mouths. This kept going until she arched her back and a large wet sensation forced them to stop what they were doing.

Dawn lay on the table, breathing hard as waves of exhaustion fell over her. They had to be nearly done now, right? There couldn’t possibly be more to her torture. She tried to listen to the men as they talked, but her brain was still recovering from the explosion her body had just gone through.

“Condoms?” One of the men asked in outrage. “This one won’t live long enough for that to be a problem.”

Dawn’s heart stilled. What was this man insinuating? The object that had been left in her was taken out. She soon felt a warm hairy body touch the inside of her thighs, something soft poking her core. She wasn’t given enough time to register what it was before it slammed into her. Dawn screamed through the gag, tears coursing down her face, the blindfold already too wet to hold anymore. 

The man continued to slam into her, groaning in pleasure, as the other men in the room cheered him on. Dawn had lost count of how many people were in the room at that point. The voices all sounded the same. She finally felt a warm sensation inside of her as the man thrusted one last time. A sigh of contentment leaving his lips. “I’ll definitely be coming back for you more often,” he leaned down over her, whispering into her ear. His hairy chest tickled her skin as he pinched one of her nipples hard. 

Dawn cried out in agony, she had tried pleading with the men, but the gag prevented her from uttering anything comprehensible. She had resigned to the fate she had been dealt. What more could they do to her?

“Who’s next?” 

Dawn went through the same ordeal too many times to count. She began blocking the men out, wishing to be back in the safety of her cell. Her face was drenched in tears and the spittle that had escaped her mouth. A few of the men decided to ejaculate their fluids over her naked body and face while waiting their turn. 

“Was that everyone?” the leader of the men asked, after what seemed like an eternity. 

Dawn’s lower regions burned from the constant friction that had passed through. There was no way she’d be able to walk back to her cell. She felt the crowds eyes turn towards her, as they admired their handiwork. The angry bee came back to torture her one last time. 

“You were such a good girl, I’ll give you a reward,” the leader whispered in her ear as the angry bee massaged her groin once again.

Dawn squirmed on the table, wishing she could move more then she was allowed. Her stomach knotted up once more, before she felt the tide of wetness explode again. Dawn moaned in relief once the sensations were done. She never wanted to feel those things again. Let alone being forced to feel them. She was released from the table soon after this. As she stood upright she felt a flood of liquid fall down the insides of her quivering legs. She was held up by a man on either side of her, holding her arms so she wouldn’t fall. Her head hung down as she waited for whatever was coming next, her skin shivered as all the fluids began to drip from where they had landed on her.

The leader of the group tsk’d as his eyes roved over Dawn’s body. “Such a filthy mess she’s made.” She heard the group chuckle right before she was hit with a blast of cold water. She cried out as she began shivering more violently. When would this torture end? The water sprayed on her for what seemed like eternity. Her body was beginning to freeze from the water and the air surrounding her. She would die from hypothermia before the day was over.

“Dry her off and put her back,” the leader ordered, then walked off, leaving her with the men that had defiled her. 

Dawn felt a rough cloth being dragged over her body as the men’s hands made every excuse to touch her all over again. Pinching at her chest, and rubbing her core, fingers moving in and around her. While others simply ran their hands along any part they could reach. An oversized shirt was forced over her head, it fell barely mid thigh on her. It would have to do. Her hands once again bound behind her and the gag finally removed. She sobbed with relief and dread as she was returned to her cell. This was going to be her future and there was no escape.