As a prostitute

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"Ooh...wooo ... "Alright, alright, the brothers are tired too. Here, you can rest. Go and clean yourself up." After saying that, they really left the cabin.

I was already exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up again, I finally felt refreshed. My body was covered in dried semen stains, and my hair was clumped together and stiff. It took me a lot of effort to wash myself clean. When I was about to get dressed, I realized that all my luggage was gone. There was only one set of sexy lingerie in the room: a thong and a sheer black chiffon dress. I couldn't find any other clothes to wear, so I had to bite the bullet and put on this outfit.

The lingerie was made of very thin black lace chiffon, which made my pink nipples look very appealing. The whole set of lingerie was a sexy black style, and the thong was very small, barely covering my pubic hair.

The sheer black lingerie paired with the sexy underwear made her exude a wanton sensuality. Stepping out of the cabin, I was terrified of being seen by the crew and facing another round of sexual assault. But the ship had already docked, and only the cook remained; the other crew members had gone ashore to have fun. The cook prepared a hot meal for me.

After the meal, I followed the cook to a mansion in town. After being led to a room, the cook left. I noticed a erotic chair in the center of the room, and several familiar bottles of medicine on the table. I suddenly understood my predicament. I tried to open the door but found it locked from the outside. I immediately knew what was about to happen. A moment later, the door opened, and two unfamiliar men in respectable shirts entered, along with a thug in a floral shirt who looked like a pimp. The thug in the floral shirt sized me up while speaking to me in a foreign language I couldn't understand. I was stunned for a moment, then immediately received a slap across the face. The sudden violence terrified me, and I resigned myself to my fate. I opened the bottle of medicine on the table and drank it all in one gulp. I walked over to the two men in respectable shirts, knelt down, and offered to perform oral sex on them. The three men seemed satisfied. The thug in the floral shirt bowed to the two guests and left, leaving me alone to face them. I had already experienced the effects of the aphrodisiac on the ship, and I quickly got into the mood. My clothes were ripped off, and I diligently used my vagina to serve the two men. When they inserted their hard penises into my vagina, I let out lewd moans, as if I were enjoying the pleasure of being raped. The two men's penises quickly became hard after ejaculating, and they immediately began a second round of thrusting. I willingly sat on the sex chair, my legs hanging over the armrests, wide open, my two shameful orifices completely exposed to them. One of the men used his glans to press against my vaginal opening, slowly rubbing it, then sliding down to press against my anus. I frowned, trying to express my protest, but this played right into their hands. With a thrust of my hips, his penis slid into my anus, beginning a vigorous piston-like motion.

"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm..." I couldn't help but groan loudly.

After several orgasms, my belly was filled with the semen of the two men. I licked my now-soft penis with a wanton expression, making them want the thug in the shirt to extend the time after it was over, but I was refused. Afterwards, three more groups of customers came, and I tried my best to satisfy them with my wanton body. This pleased the thug in the floral shirt, who also discovered my high level of cooperation and skill in sex. Within days, my reputation for promiscuity spread far and wide, and many clients who couldn't be satisfied by other prostitutes came to me.

Little did I know that this was just the beginning of my nightmare. After a while, I gradually learned a bit of the country's language. I knew I had been brought to the red-light district, offering my body to men for rape. Most of the prostitutes here were trafficked and sold here, just like me. Therefore, many poor women inevitably cried and wailed during their rapes, which displeased the bosses. Occasionally, I would hear of girls being beaten and abused, or being controlled with drugs. When these situations occurred, I would always take on clients that the girls didn't want to see, preventing them from being abused. Those clients always liked to play some very unusual games, like bondage, electric vibrators, etc., which were just the tip of the iceberg. Some clients really enjoyed watching girls being raped while being penetrated by vibrators, or having strangely beaded penises inserted, which inevitably made me cry out in agony. I could endure all of this. Gradually, some of the guests who came to play tricks on me started to use more and more outrageous methods.

[The End]

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