The sound of a chain dragging on the floor woke up. I felt weak and disoriented as I shivered on the floor, and my whole body was screaming in pain. Worst of all was my head, which was pounding inside my skull with every heartbeat.

I tried to roll onto one side, but when I moved my hands to support myself I found that I was handcuffed with my hands in front of my body.

“Jasmine? Is that you?” Lily whispered from somewhere next to me, sounding afraid.

With great effort I got my hands under my body and I pushed myself up until I could seat on the floor. The handcuffs seemed to be attached to something solid with a chain, so I was stuck in place.

Sitting made me a little dizzy, but after a few seconds it got better.

“Lily…” I said. My voice sounded dry and raspy, and talking made my throat hurt even more.

“Jasmine! I thought you were dead! Oh, god! I am sorry!” she said as she started crying.

I heard the chain dragging again and when she talked again, she sounded a bit closer.

“Please, forgive me! I tried to tell you, but Jacob threatened you… I am sorry!” she said in between sobs.

I didn't know what to say. I had failed her from the beginning, and now we were both here. I tried not to cry, but it was hard. I was overwhelmed with grief as I heard her crying. I wanted to go to her, to wrap my arms around her and to comfort her, but I couldn't.

“Shhhh, it's not your fault. Everything will be fine...” I said to her, but my words sounded hollow and stupid.

“Are you hurt?” I asked her after a moment of silence while I pulled from my chain again, hoping that I would be able to get it loose. But despite my best effort, I only managed to hurt my wrists on the handcuffs.

A few minutes passed like that. Lily cried and I tried to calm myself, knowing what desperation wouldn’t help, but it wasn't easy. I didn't know where we were, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't think of anything that might help. Still, Lily seemed to calm down a little.

“I am cold…” she whispered.

I could imagine her, sitting naked on the floor as she shivered, her skin covered in bruises just like mine probably was. It broke my heart to know I couldn't do anything to help her.

“I know… I am cold too.” I answered back.

All of a sudden, a light came on above us, blinding me for a few seconds. Next to me I could hear Lily gasping in surprise. When I managed to open my eyes I quickly looked around the room, but the only way in was through a small wooden door on the opposite side. The walls were full of cracks and stains, and what little paint there was left was falling off.

Off to one side I could see Lily, naked as I was. She was sitting on the floor, her back to one wall as she hugged her knees to her chest. She was cuffed just like me, and a short length of chain connected our handcuffs to the wall. But despite my worst fears, the only thing I could see on her was a swollen lip.

Then I heard footsteps outside the door, and I moved back, pressing my back against the cold wall. The door opened slowly, and behind it I saw the same man that had choked me.

He was smiling, and without a word he came in and then he closed the door behind him, walking to the center of the room as he leered at me.

“Did you miss me, bitch?” he asked me, his voice full of contempt.

I started trembling as I remembered his hands around my neck as I choked. Without waiting for an answer, he stopped and he started undressing himself. He took his shirt and his shoes, and then his pants, dropping them next to the door. I could see the outline of his cock under his underwear, and I could tell he was already hard.

“Please… just let Lily go. I will do anything you want!” I said to him, my voice quivering. “She won't say a thing! I promise!”

Looking towards Lily, he leered and then he looked back at me, his smile even wider than before.

“Ohhh, I will see how you behave first…” he said, slipping of his underwear.

Once he was naked, he crouched in front of me, pumping his cock in one hand. It was bigger than Jacob’s and covered in blue veins, rising above the surface. I couldn't take my eyes from it, and when he noticed me, he laughed softly.

“I was a little nervous last time, but don't worry. I took a little something today.” he said.

Stretching his arm, he caressed my leg with his free hand. I felt my skin crawling under his hand, but I was unable to move.

“Do you like it?” he asked me.

I couldn't believe that he was really asking me if I liked his cock, just before he raped me. He looked expectantly into my eyes, but his smile faltered as I remained quiet.

“I asked you if you liked it, you cunt!” He screamed in my face, making me jump.

“Yes!” I screamed without thinking. Next to us I could hear Lily, sobbing hysterically.

Faster than I could react, he grabbed my ankle, pulling from it until I fell on my back. He dragged me away from the wall as I trashed around, hoping to free myself, but soon my arms were pulled tightly above my head and I was defenseless. In one quick movement, he rolled me over, until I was facing down and then he climbed on top of me.

“Please! Don’t hurt me!” I begged him, feeling weak.

He just laughed as he sat on my legs just below my ass. I heard him spitting and then he rubbed his hands on my pussy, smearing his warm saliva between my legs while he shoved a finger inside me. I gasped more in shock than in pain and a moment later I felt him rubbing his cock on my pussy, pressing firmly.

“Noooooooo!” I screamed desperately, pulling from the chain.

At that time I could only feel his cock, moving slowly inside me. It felt much bigger than Jacob’s, and despite his saliva, I was still far to dry for it. He slowed down a little, and I heard him grunting in effort as he struggled to move inside me.

As he moved deeper and deeper, I writhed in agony, screaming until my tortured throat felt on fire and my voice was no more than a dry hoarse. Still, it didn't seem to be a problem for him. He kept pushing as I tried to resist the pain, until finally he stopped and I felt his hips resting on my ass.

“So tight…” he whispered in my ears just before he started pulling out.

I could hear him breathing heavily behind me as he started fucking my pussy. He moved slowly at first, fighting me, but as I loosened up he got faster and faster until he was pounding me into the floor.

“Don't hurt her… please…” Lily begged him but her voice was just a whisper.

I could see her to one side, curled up into a ball and as far away from us as she could get. Despite the pain I tried to stay still, hoping that I would be enough for him. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand seeing him with her.

I don't know how long he lasted, but it felt like an eternity to me, until finally he told me to get ready. His body tensed above me and he came, filling me with his seed. I felt my whole body crawling with revulsion as jet after jet of his cum splashed inside me, but I stood still.

With a loud moan of pleasure, he pulled out, and I felt a big glob of cum sliding between my legs. Once he was out, he laid his cock on my ass, rubbing his cum all over it.

“Did you like it, bitch?” he asked me.

Ashamed with myself, I nodded while I cried, making him laugh. I knew what he wanted, and I was terrified he would get mad again. The room was silent again, with only his breathing and Lily’s sobbing filling the air.

I stood still, hoping that he would leave us alone after that, but a moment later he started moving behind me and I felt his hands running over my back.

“It's a shame to waste a hard on, don't you think? Especially when you still have a hole I want to try!” he said, and I tensed almost immediately.

The thought of him fucking my asshole filled me with dread and I started trashing again, trying desperately to get him off me as I pulled from the chain. It was connected to the wall with one heavy padlock, and no matter how hard I tried, I only managed to cut my wrists on the cold metal.

“Noooo! Please! You are going to hurt me! Please! Don't do it!” I screamed in panic as he spat on my ass.

I felt his warm saliva sliding between my asscheeks just before he rubbed his cock over my asshole.

“Noooo! Noooo! Noooo!” I screamed over and over again as I pulled from the chain until my wrists were bleeding.

Behind me he kept pushing, grunting in effort as I tried resisting him. I knew that fighting it would only make it hurt more, that if I relaxed it would be easier, but I was terrified and such thoughts were beyond me. A moment later I felt the head of his cock entering my asshole and I wailed in agony.

The pain was unbearable, and soon breathing became almost impossible as I fought the pain. Then all of a sudden all pressure disappeared and I felt him slamming his hips against my ass. I waited for a single second, not understanding what had happened, until I registered the pain, even greater than before, from my ruptured sphincter.

“Uggghhh!” he moaned in pleasure from above me, oblivious to my agony.

With no resistance, he started fucking my asshole like he had my pussy a minute ago, pounding my hips into the hard floor. I stared straight ahead, unable to think from the pain. I felt him grabbing my hair before he started pulling back, forcing my head up and putting pressure on my neck.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe anymore and I started choking as every part of my body seemed in agony. My breasts were dragging over the rough concrete floor, and I could feel the dirt and grime on it as he pressed me down. My wrists were bleeding badly and my lower body was just a mass of incredible pain.

And then I just peed myself. I don't know how it happened, but suddenly I realized I was peeing and I couldn't stop myself. I felt warm urine pooling under my stomach and between my legs, adding to the humiliation I already felt. It wasn't long before he noticed.

“Ohhh, you are such a dirty slut!” he said mocking me.

Having just cummed inside me, he took his time, stretching my torture for as long as he could. From time to time he would slow down, releasing the pressure in my neck and I breathed deeply, but it was never enough. He took his time, trying not to cum again, but before long it became too much and I felt him picking up his pace.

“I am going to cum!” he screamed behind me, just before he pulled from my hair again.

I felt him spasming above me as he came for the second time, filling my rectum with his cum. It felt just as disgusting as before, but this time he collapsed on top of me, pressing me against the ground as he recovered.

I felt his cock moving slowly out of me, until it popped free and all that was left was a sharp pain that seemed to pierce my whole body. Slowly, another glob of cum slid between my legs, sliding over my sore pussy and making me shiver in disgust.

While he recovered, he started caressing my back, almost lovingly. Wherever he touched me my skin erupted in goose bumps, but he didn't seem to notice, and his breathing was deep and slow, as if he were about to fall asleep.

Then he got up without a word, rolling me over and sitting on my hips. My arms were still stretched above me, and I had to lift my head to look at him. He was playing with his cock as he smiled.

“Look at the mess you made.” he said pointing at his cock.

It was covered in a mix of cum, blood and shit, and even from where I was I could already smell the stench coming off from it. It made me gag just from looking at it, but the worst was his smile.

Without a word he moved closer to my face, grabbing my hair and pulling from it until I screamed from the pain. Then he simply shoved his cock into my open mouth, smearing the disgusting mix on my tongue.

“Clean it, bitch!” he screamed as he shoved it deeper into my mouth.

I started gagging as soon as I felt the taste on my tongue, fighting to get his cock out of my mouth but he was too heavy. Leaning forwards, he pushed deeper and deeper until it was into my throat and I couldn't hold it anymore. I started vomiting, and puke shot from my mouth, burning me from the inside.

Desperate to breathe, I did the only thing I could, and I bit down hard, closing my jaw over his cock.

He started wailing in agony almost instantly and in fright, I opened my mouth. He collapsed to one side, clutching his cock as blood flowed between his fingers. I could taste it in my mouth and dripping down my cheeks.

I vomited once more, rolling to one side as the burning liquid splashed on my face, and then I realized what I had done. With the taste of his blood and my own vomit on my mouth, I sat on the floor and then I moved backwards, against the wall as I saw him rolling in the floor, clutching his cock. Blood kept coming from it without stop, and I was suddenly very afraid.

A moment later Jacob barged into the room, looking wildly around. When he saw his friend on the floor, covered in blood he looked at me with anger.

“What the fuck did you do to him?” he screamed as he grabbed his hands, pulling them off to take a look.

“Oh, shit!” he said, as his face turned white.

I was terrified as he picked him up with some effort before he dragged him out of the room. The man was crying like a baby, as he clutched his crotch, and Jacob was swearing under his breath.

After they were gone I looked around the room. The door was open, but we were still chained to the wall, unable to move. I tried wiping my face with the back of my hands, trying to get the vomit and the blood off, but it proved useless. The room smelled of shit and vomit now, and I tried moving away from the mess on the floor, at least until the chain stopped me.

Lily seemed in shock, as she looked blankly at the wall with her mouth open. I started sobbing, fearing the moment when Jacob would return, and before I realized it, he was back. His shirt was stained with blood, and he looked angrier than ever before. He looked briefly at Lily, but then he walked straight towards me, stopping just a few feet in front.

“I am sorry! It was just an accident!” I said to him in between sobs. “I didn't mean to! I swear!”

He looked at me for a long time without saying anything, while my heart froze inside my chest.

“You have to believe me, please! I am sorry!” I pleaded one more time.

He crouched in front of me, looking to his side for a moment, at the pool of dried blood on the floor. His face was a mask of hate and he seemed to be trembling with it.

“You are not sorry Jasmine. But you will when I am done with you, believe me…” he said, his voice calm and cold.

As he rose again, I saw movement by the door, and two other men came inside. They seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember from where. As they walked towards me, they looked at me with lust in their faces. One of them kneeled in front of me, caressing my face with one hand, just before he punched me on the nose.

The blow rocked my head back, and I hit the wall hard, bouncing from it. I was stunned, and they took the opportunity. They unchained me from the wall and then they pulled me up as they dragged me to the center of the room as I swayed dizzily on my feet.

I heard a chain rattling above me as they pulled my arms up, and a moment later the they pulled me up from the floor until I was hanging in the air. I kicked uselessly around, trying to reach the ground, but it was too far away. Once I was secure, they took a step back, leering at me as I swung from side to side.

My nose was throbbing with pain as I tried to clear my head, but the position made it very hard. My own weight pulled from my arms until my back was killing me and it took a lot of effort just to breath. Soon I started getting easy as my body swung from side to side.

When I managed to look up there were more men in the room, more than I could count. But they were not paying me any attention. Instead they were all facing Lily, as she cowered in fear against the wall. She was trying to cover herself with her arms, and her breathing was fast in swallow. Her eyes looked at them, wide with panic.

“Noooo! Please! Leave her alone!” I screamed weakly.

But they didn't care what I said, and the two closest to them picked her up from the floor, undoing the chain that held her to the wall. They moved her closer to me, and then they raped her in front of my eyes.

One of them laid on the floor, and they lowered her body on top of him. While he fucked her pussy, another did the same behind her, fucking her ass as I watched, howling desperately. Her body shook between them, looking small and fragile.

Lily was wailing in agony as they used her body, and her screams filled the small room.

“Please… stop! Take me instead, please…” I begged, knowing they weren't listening.

Jacob appeared next to me, and he started caressing my back while he held me in place so that I could see them. A moment later the one fucking her ass came inside her, moaning loudly in pleasure as he filled her ass with cum. When he pulled out, another took his place without giving her a single moment of rest. A third, unable to wait any longer stood in front of her, and after pulling her hair, he shoved his cock inside her mouth, silencing her screams.

She started gagging almost instantly, and I saw her face turning a deep shade of red as she ran out of air.

“Noooo! Why are you doing this?” I asked Jacob.

He looked at me for a second, turning my body around so I was facing him.

“This…” he said, pointing at them. “is to teach you a lesson. And also because I can.” he said.

Without warning he punched me in the stomach, driving me back and knocking all the air from my lungs. I folded my knees up, trying to protect myself from a second punch that never came as I gasped desperately for air, but it wasn't easy, and before I could recover he took a trash bag from his back pocket, and he slipped it over my head.

In one swift movement, he tied it around my neck, and then left me there. The next time I breathed in, the bag shrunk, sticking to my face until it was tight against my skin. It wasn't enough to satisfy my lungs, and the next time there was even less air. In three or four breaths I was desperate for air, and my lungs were burning.

The bag became hot and humid with condensation, and it slipped out of my mouth every time I tried to rip it with my teeth. My body started trembling from exhaustion as the air inside the bag became more rare with every breath, but when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, someone poked a tiny hole on the plastic, just over my mouth.

Sweet air rushed inside the bag with every breath, just enough to stop me from suffocating, but I was unable to recover my breath as the rape of my sister continued around me.

Lily begged for me to save her when they left her mouth free, but I couldn't do a thing for her, and I simply hung from the chain, powerless to help her as I tried to breathe. The men in the room were laughing as they took turns with her, and after a while her pleas became weaker and weaker.

Out of nowhere I heard her puking, and a second later they cheered wildly, calling someone's name. But the sounds of the two men fucking her didn't stop, and with the taste of my own vomit in my mouth, I grew even more desperate.

“Please…” she begged them, her voice hoarse and weak.

The only response she got was a slap that left her whimpering, and then I heard her gagging again as one of the men continued raping her throat.

The room filled with the sound of her rape as their cocks ravaged her pussy and her asshole, and a wet gurgling sound that she made as they shoved their cocks in her throat.

Still, they kept raping her, and I heard their moans of pleasure for a long time as they came inside her. After some time the men seemed to leave, until the last two stopped and left. Unable to see, I imagined her on the floor, the cum of all the men mixing inside her pussy and her asshole, and I shuddered, powerless to help her.

Out of nowhere, a hand closed lightly around my neck, holding me in place. The inside of the bag was full of sweat and condensation and the heat making me sick.

“Please… stop… I can't take it anymore.” I begged with the little air I had.

The only response I got was someone spitting on my chest. I felt his saliva sliding down my breasts as the men left the room, thought the hand remained on my neck. After a moment, it released me, moving down my back and sending shivers through my spine.

“Remember this the next time you want to do something stupid like that.” Jacob said next to me. “Maybe next time we won't be so nice…”

I heard he chain dragging on the floor, and then a loud click. Then he simply left, closing the door behind him. A moment later someone turned off the light and we were plunged into total darkness again.

I struggled to hear anything, fearing that one of them was still in the room, but after a while I gathered enough courage.

“Lily?” I whispered, hoping to hear her voice, but she remained quiet.

I was about to call her again when I heard a whimper, barely more than a whisper, in front of me. I started sobbing in joy, knowing that at least she was still alive. I leaned my head back, trying to undo the bag from my neck, but I was still too weak.

“I am sorry Lily… this is all my fault…” I said with the last of my strength, just before I fell unconscious once more.

---

When I woke up I was disoriented and weak. My chest felt on fire and my face was bloated to the point that I could barely see with my eyes fully opened. But the only thing in my mind was finding Lily.

I tried to roll to one side as I searched for her when I felt a hand on my shoulder, pushing me softly against the floor.

“Jasmine, listen to me.” a feminine voice said above me. “You have to stay still, okay, let me work.”

Moving my head to one side, I focused the tiny slit of vision I had on her face, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming.

Above me, I could see Ms. Campbell, my math teacher. I closed my eyes for a second, wincing from the pain, but when I opened them again she was still there. The same blond hair, the same brown eyes, and the same mouth.

Had she come to save me? For a moment I was delirious with hope, but when she spoke again I noticed that her voice was different.

“I am Dr. Susan. I am here to take care of you, but you have to stay still while I work, okay?” she asked me slowly.

The more I saw her, the more differences I found, like a mole on her right cheek, or the shape of her neck. Still, she was almost a double, and dazed as I was I had trouble remembering that she wasn't her.

“Lily… help...” I croaked, raising my hand to grab hers.

“She is okay, but you have to concentrate on yourself first. Stay still.” she insisted, shaking her hand free.

Too tired to insist, I laid on the floor as she checked me over, moving me from side to side, or flexing my arms or my legs. Every time she touched me pain flared in my body, as if every inch of me was bruised, and I started crying again as I saw Lily’s rape in my head again.

A few minutes later, she was done, and she moved her head over mine so I could see her.

“It's okay, just take it easy. You have a broken rib, and a few bruises and cuts, but nothing serious. You have to take it easy for a while, and you will get better.” she said, patting my hand in sympathy.

“I am going to talk to Jacob about this, and I will be back in a minute.”

After that she took her bag with her and she left me on the floor. I was still chained, but this time the chain was long enough that I didn't have to have my arms above my head all the time.

She returned a little later, and she gave me a few pills from the pain, promising that she would be back in two days to check my progress, and the they wouldn't disturb me until then. She caressed my hair, almost lovingly, and then she rose from the floor.

“Please… you have to help me…” I begged.

She stopped by the door, looking back at me, and for a moment she looked sad and afraid, but without another word she left.

Later that day one of the men that had raped Lily came in, carrying a bowl of soup and a glass of water. He left them next to me without a word and then he left. With great effort I managed to sit against the wall for long enough to eat, but my ribs were hurting too much and I had to lie down.

The next few days were a blur. I ate and slept on the floor, unable to do much. Dr. Susan came back as she promised, telling me that I was getting better though at time it didn't feel like that at all. My vision opened up slowly, and I could breathe from my nose again, but I was still too weak.

She gave me more pills, and told me to take it easy once more. When I asked her for help, or about Lily, she simply ignored me, saying that everything was going to be okay while I laid on the floor, naked and chained to the wall.

The nights were the worst for me. I had nightmares all the time, and soon I grew afraid to sleep, fearing what I might see. Even then, it was nothing compared to what I felt when Jacob came into the room once more.

I was laying on the floor, ready to fall asleep when the door opened. I expected to see the same man bringing me food, but when I opened my eyes I saw him, standing by the door and looking into my eyes.

Adrenaline shot through my body, and I woke un instantly. Desperate to get away from him, I crawled back against the wall, while he waited patiently.

“Hello Jasmine, how are you feeling?” he asked me.

I looked at him with terror, unable to believe how he could be like that after all that he had done. I felt tears running down my face and a moment later I was sobbing, remembering all that had happened.

A moment later I saw him walking towards me, and he stopped a few feet in front of me, crouching on the floor, where he waited quietly.

“Please… I want to see Lily. I have to see her…” I begged him.

He breathed deeply once, looking somehow disappointed, and then he sat on the floor, folding his knees in front of him and taking out a white handkerchief. He offered it to me, and I sat for a full minute looking at it, unable to move, until he took it away again.

“Lily is safe, she is with your mom. And she will remain like that, for as long as you behave.” he said, his voice firm.

I wanted to ask him more, but I knew he would tell me anything, so instead I sat there, trying not to cry any more.

“Please… I won't say a thing. I just want to see Lily…” I begged again.

“You won't, not now at least. Your mom will take care of your sister while you start working. The money you make will go to them, and in time you will be free to go.”

I waited for him to say more, as I didn't understand what he meant, but after that he just got up and turned around to leave. Stopping at the door, he looked back at me.

“Remember this, and know that it can be much worse the next time.” he said, making me shiver. “Just do as you're told, and Lily will be fine.”

With that he left, without looking back and I started crying again.

---

“Como te gusta el sexo, ehhh, putita?” he asked me as he fucked me.

In response I simply moaned in fake pleasure, thought in reality I was just uncomfortably hot. He was fat and hairy, with dark skin and a small bald spot on his head, and he was sweating profusely on top of me, to the point in which his sweat was dripping from my body.

I was lying on my back, my legs pointing up as he fucked my pussy, faster and faster as he got closer to his orgasm. In between moans I tried to move myself into a more comfortable position, as his weight made it hard to breath, but it was useless.

A moment later he came, screaming loudly as he shot his cum inside my unprotected pussy. Once he was done, he got up with a big smile on his face, taking his shirt from the floor and zipping his pants again.

“Que rica concha que tienes!” he said, struggling to contain his belly behind his shirt. “La próxima vez pregunto por ti directo, preciosa!”

He then kneeled next to me, trying to kiss me in the mouth, but I pulled to the side, disgusted by his breath, and he kissed my cheek instead. He smelled of cheap cigarettes and alcohol.

Apparently satisfied with that, he opened the door, and left me alone, at least for now. I quickly rolled to the side, grabbing the towel I had next to my mattress, and I wiped his cum from my pussy. The towel, crisp with dried cum, was far from clean, but I hated the feeling of their cum spilling out of my pussy.

With the cleanest rag I had, I wiped my chest and my neck from his sweat, shuddering in disgust, and then I threw them on the floor next to a couple of used condoms. Most customers didn't bother with one, but a few, the ones that were afraid, did. Sore and tired, I laid back again, waiting the next customer.

As the minutes passed, I tried to remember the faces of all the man from today, but they were all blurred together. Most of the days we had at least ten clients, but it could be as many as thirty in a busy night.

Luckily, the next one to come in was Miguel, the bouncer. He opened the door wide, motioning for me to follow him, and I swiftly got up, glad that my shift was finally over.

I followed him along a long corridor filled with doors, hearing the moans of the other girls coming from behind them, until we got to the end, where they had a small bathroom for us to clean ourselves.

Inside there was a small blond girl, no more than 14 years old, with one hand handcuffed to the wall. It had been a long time since they stopped chaining me like that, but I still had the scars around my wrists from that first night in the basement.

Stopping me with one hand, he released her for only a second before he closed the handcuffs again behind her back. Then he took her away, leaving me alone inside the bathroom. Another time I might have thought about escaping, but now I just wanted to take a shower.

I opened the hot water, waiting for a few second for it to get really hot and then I stepped under the water, savoring the sensation for as long as I could. The showers were more for the customers than for us, as they would complain if we were to filthy, but it was the only pleasure I still had.

The day after Jacob left me in that basement, a woman came to pick me up. I never knew her name, but she came and she unchained me from the wall. After giving me a coat and an old skirt, she led me out into a waiting car. I remember hoping that someone would see me, but the street was empty, and we just drove away until we arrived here.

I quickly discovered what he had meant, as they led me into a little room, with only a bare mattress on it. They chained me up just like before, and then the men started coming in, one after the other, to rape me.

At first I was stupid enough to believe that one of them would help me. I begged them for help, telling them how they had kidnapped me and how they still had my sister, but most didn't care. They undressed, held me down and fucked me until they came.

They knew they were raping me, that it was against my will, but it made no difference. A few looked uncomfortable or even afraid when I asked them for help, as if I had just ruined their fantasy. Maybe in their heads I was just ravenous for their cocks, chained and still bruised from the blows Jacob had given me.

It wasn't long before I stopped doing it, knowing that none of them would ever help me. After that I endured in silence, letting them do with my body whatever they wanted. Every day, men would come in, and with barely a word they fucked my pussy or my ass, and even a few asked me for blowjobs, which was probably the worst. At least when they fucked me I could just lay down. With a blowjobs, I was forced to do the work myself, as if I had a choice, and to me that was the worst humiliation.

Like he said, I remembered his words, and I thought about Lily all the time. That was my chain now, and they knew they didn't need anything else.

Turning off the water, I stood still for a moment, feeling as the water slid down my body as tears formed in my eyes. I didn't want Miguel to see me crying, as I was too proud for that, so I wiped my face with the back of my hand and breathed deeply. Once I was calm again, I grabbed the towel and then the room started moving around me.

All of a sudden I felt light headed and weak. I tried to grab the wall but I somehow missed and then I was falling. I was unconscious before I hit the floor.

---

When I woke up Dr. Susan was there again. I had seen her a few time since that first day, when I felt ill or when one of them gave me a beating before Miguel could stop him.

Every time I saw her I hated her a little more. How could she do nothing, knowing what happened inside here? Almost every night I could hear one of the other girls crying or screaming for help after the abuse, and she was part of it.

She was measuring my blood pleasure while she listened to my heart. She was also smiling sweetly, but I knew it was just an act.

“Hey Jasmine. You gave us a scare back then. How are you feeling now?” she asked me a moment later, as she pointed a flashlight into my eyes.

“I am fine…” I lied to her.

Nodding with that fake smile, she started asking me questions. Had I been dizzy recently? Was I eating well? When was the last time I had my period?

The last one stopped me dead cold. I couldn't remember. I tried so hard, but the last time was way before all this started… maybe three months ago. I was suddenly dizzy again, and the room felt cold around me.

“Mmmmm…” she said.

She opened her bag, taking a small plastic cup.

“Can you pee in here, please?” she asked me, giving it to me.

I didn't expect any privacy, so I just crouched on the floor next to my mattress and I filled the cup, splashing my fingers with pee in the process. After putting on some blue gloves, she took it from me and she grabbed a little stick which she dipped in it.

I started trembling, as I knew all too well what that was. After a minute, she set the cup on the floor, and left the room, telling me she would be back in a few minutes.

Sitting on the floor with my eyes glued to the cup, I waited in silence. Around me I could hear moans and screams, but they were just background noise. My mind was racing with possibilities, and I slowly filled with dread.

Then she returned, kneeling next to the cup. Behind her I could see the Madam in charge of us. She was an old woman, with white hair and an angular face. She was very stern woman, who expected things to be done her way, and she smoked almost constantly. On the bad days you could smell her before you saw her coming.

She laid against the door frame, looking at me with disgust.

Taking the stick from the cup, she shook it off and then she looked at it. I waited in silence, my heart beating inside my chest and a moment later she turned towards the Madam, showing her the stick.

After taking a look, she looked angrily at me, before shaking her head from side to side.

Dr. Susan then showed me the stick. There was a little window on it, with two pale blue lines running across it.

“You are pregnant, Jasmine. That’s why you fainted.” she said, putting the stick back in the cup.

It couldn't be true, I said to myself. But then I remembered the hundreds of men that had come inside me without protection, one after the other. I closed my eyes as tears fell down my face and I started sobbing. Of course I was pregnant, and worst of all, I knew Jacob was the father.

I was in a daze, unable to move as I watched that little stick. Without realizing it, I laid my hands on my stomach. Now I saw the symptoms that I had for months, like waking up with nausea, or the constant hunger. I looked at my belly, wondering if it was really bigger, or if it was just my imagination.

I cried, remembering as he raped me. How he had come inside me many times, calling me a slut or a whore. I felt disgusted as I remember how I had willingly sucked his cock, thinking that I was protecting Lily, when it had all been a lie.

Inside my mind there was no option but to have her. I didn't know how, but I knew she would be a girl, and no matter how she had been conceived, she was my baby, and I would love her anyways. But the thought of bringing a girl into this world filled me with dread.

Then I noticed them talking angrily by the door. At that moment they both stopped, before I could listen to what they were saying. Looking angrily at the Madam, Dr. Susan disappeared, leaving me alone with her

Without talking to me, she took out a cigarette and she started smoking, blowing the smoke in my direction..

A minute later, Dr. Susan returned, holding a small box. She kneeled next to me, smiling as she took out a syringe and a little vial, which she used to load the syringe.

“Jasmine. I am going to give you something for the nausea, and then we are going to run some test, okay?” she said, holding out her hand.

I didn't trust her, but I knew I didn't have a choice, so I extended my arm as I trembled. She tapped the inside of my arm and then she injected me the full syringe. It stung a little, but I remained quiet. After giving me a little ball of cotton and telling me to press it for a few minutes, she got up and left me.

“I will be back in a few hours, just lay down and relax.” she said hesitating from the door.

Trembling in anticipation, I laid on the mattress, thinking of the baby growing inside me. I wanted to sleep, but I was too nervous, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. Would they let me keep her once she was born? How would she look?

Then my stomach started to cramp and I felt hot and feverish. At first I thought it was just nerves, but it grew worse and worse. Before long my body was covered in sweat and I started shivering. I tried to sit again, thinking it would help, but the effort made me pee myself. I took a hand between my legs, feeling embarrassed, but when I pulled it out it was red with blood.

I stared at my hand for a full minute, unable to believe what I was seeing, and then I started wailing for help.

Dr. Susan appeared a moment later. She looked at me for a moment, her face white with shock, and then she disappeared again. When she returned she had her bag with her. She dropped on her knees next to me as she rummaged inside it.

“Please! It hurts! You have to do something!” I screamed holding my belly with both hands.

The cramps were getting stronger with every passing minute, and I was delirious by the pain.

Grabbing my legs, she pulled them apart and she looked at my pussy as I screamed into the room. I felt like I was dying as the room started to spin around me, but I could still hear the Madam behind her, sounding nervous.

“It must be an adverse reaction. She is burning up with fever!” Dr. Susan said to her, her voice full of fear.

“What did you give me? What is happening?” I asked her weakly, as I tried to stop the room from spinning.

She released my legs, looking into my eyes and I thought that she looked somehow ashamed of herself. A moment later this looked away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

I saw mouth open, as if she was about to say something, but she remained silent, and then I knew.

“Noooo! What did you do! You have to stop it!” I screamed, somehow finding my strength back.

I sat up quickly, lunging towards her with both hands aiming at her neck, but she moved out of the way before I reached her and instead I fell to the floor, bumping my head and screaming as a powerful cramp ran down my body.

“Please… don't… I beg you…” I said with the last of my strength.

A moment later I started dry heaving as a sour taste invaded my mouth, and then I was vomiting. Dr. Susan jumped away from me, screaming in disgust as I emptied my stomach on the floor. I felt warm blood trickling down my legs, and the room filled with a metallic smell. Then the pain got even worst.

I don't remember what happened after that. I just have fragments or words I heard, all accompanied by pain unlike anything I had felt before. At some point I must have lost consciousness, because when I woke up I was laying on the mattress, covered in a thin bed sheet.

The room smelled of sweat and blood, making me dizzy, but I managed not to vomit again.

“Hey… you are awake again.” Dr. Susan said from one side.

She was sitting on the floor, with her pink scrubs full of brown stains which I realized where my blood. She checked me up again, taking my blood pressure and my heartbeat. She placed a thermometer under my arm, telling me that most of the fever was gone, but that I should still feel weak until tomorrow at least.

“The baby…” I managed to say before I choked on the words.

Dr. Susan looked into my eyes, her face full of sadness. For a moment I thought I saw tears welling up in her eyes, but she blinked and they were gone. She didn't say a word, but she shook her head from side to side, and I burst out crying again.

A moment later the Madam appeared again, leaning on the door with her arms crossed under her breasts.

“So, what happened?” she asked her, her face sour.

Dr. Susan got up quickly, turning towards her with fear in her face. She stammered a few words in apologies, before she managed to answer her.

“I gave her Misoprostol, which is generally safe, but she must be allergic to it . The worst is over though, and I don't expect any more complications.” she finally managed.

“Good. Is it gone? When can she return to work?” she asked her coldly.

Dr. Susan looked to the side, hesitating for a moment before she found her voice again.

“It's done. And you must give her a few days at least. She is still weak.” she managed to say, but her voice broke towards the end.

Nodding, the Madam turned around with a satisfied look and then we were alone again. I was still sobbing on the floor, laying on one side while I clutched my belly. Dr. Susan laid a hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off. I didn't want her to touch me again.

After a moment of silence, I heard her picking up her things and getting up. She walked out without a word, and it was the last time I saw her.

Up until then I still had a hope of getting out, off finding Lily again, but I couldn't keep lying to myself any more. I was never going to get out, no matter how much I managed to resist. I thought that at least Lily was safe, but it was little comfort for me.

The next day the bleeding stopped and the fever disappeared, just as she had said. I was still weak, but they left me alone as I recovered. I thought about giving her a name, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It would have only made it worse for me.

Then on the third I was woken up by the door opening. A man came in, smiling to himself as he saw me naked on the floor. He pulled his pants down and took his cock in one hand, pumping it as I watched him in shock.

A moment later, feeling disgusted with myself, I laid on my back, spreading my legs to him and he started fucking me. I started crying when he started moaning and calling me his “pretty little whore”. After cumming inside me, he dressed again and then another one took his place.

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After the abortion, they kept me there for another three months, until one day they took me away. Without warning, Miguel came after my shift was over and gave me a ratty old dress. Once I was dressed, the first time in many months, he slipped a pillowcase over my head and he handcuffed my hands behind my back.

He led me outside, and thought I couldn't see anything I knew it was night time. An engine was running and they loaded me up in some kind of cargo van, only to drive me away. There were a few other girls inside with me, but we were not allowed to talk so I never knew their names.

We traveled for many hours while the van hot hotter and hotter, until we finally stopped and they unloaded us. When they took the pillowcase from my head I had to squint my eyes, as it was the middle of the day and the sun was blindingly bright. Around us I could see endless fields of some crop I didn't know, and at the end of the road we just came from, a big metal barn.

One by one they took us inside, lining us up against a wall, were a tall blonde woman with a sour looking face watched us. Once we were all there, she examined each one of us, as if we were cows, ready for the slaughter house.

“Welcome to The Ranch.” she said, sweeping one hand at the curtains hanging all around us.

“You know how this works, so I will be brief. You are expected to work 10 to 12 hours shifts, depending on the season, and you have the rest of the day free. Don't do anything stupid and you will be fine, otherwise you will be made an example off. Under no circumstance you are allowed to get out of your room without permission, so if you have to go to the toilet, call one of the men and they will take you there. Any questions?” she asked.

She looked at each one of us in the eyes as she waited in silence, but no one said a thing, and after that we were led past a curtain and into our rooms.

The whole place had no real walls, just curtains hung along the place to make a long hallway with rooms all along its length, one for each of us. There was no privacy, and from my place, at the other end of the warehouse, I could hear every one of the girls when they worked.

Like before, we were given a mattress on the floor, and nothing else, though this one was even more worn and filthy than the one I had before. That very same day, my first shift started.

The men before were usually construction workers who came here smelling of dirt and cement, but this one's worked on the fields, hopping from one place to the other as the harvest season came and went. They brought them to us by bus, driven by their handlers so that they could spend their meager salaries on us.

Most of them treated us like cattle, taking their pleasure without caring how much pain we were in, and with so many of them during the season they worked us raw. As one man fucked me, I could hear another waiting outside. The men would laugh and cheer each other on as we moaned in pain, calling us whores or sluts.

Vaginal sex was 10 bucks for 10 minutes, anal was 20 and oral was 15. One by one, they would come inside my room, guided by one of our handlers, and they would fuck us until they came, or until their time was up.

It was humiliating, ad at the end of each day I was too exhausted to do anything more than to cry.

But the worst were the ones in charge of handling the pesticides and the fertilizers. They always came last, so as not to stink us for the rest. They had no protective equipment while they worked, as it was cheaper to replace them when they got to sick, so they were constantly exposed to dangerous chemicals.

You could smell them before you saw them, a sharp and acid stench that seemed to burn your from the inside with every breath. A few of them, even had open wounds and blisters were they had spilled something on their skins. Those made my skin crawl, and often times I couldn't breathe from the stench, thought they didn't seem to notice it anymore.

Our life there was a living nightmare, and every night I heard some of the girls crying at the end of the day, when the lights were out. From time to time one would kill herself when things became too much, either by wrapping a towel around her neck until she passed out and died, or in one case, by slitting her wrists with a piece of wire someone left laying around.

But by that time I couldn't cry anymore. I felt impotent, and I knew that I would never see Lily again. It was only time before I died, either by some horrible STD, or during another abortion, but it didn't seem to matter to anyone, and I had just given up hope. I could hardly remember my life before all this, though I still had nightmares from time to time, with vivid images of girls I had know before, all laying dead around me.

After a few months of that, I got sick again. One day I went to the toilet to pee and I almost passed out from the pain. I started screaming as urine passed through my urethra, until I was left shaking like a leaf. Even sex, something to which I had grown accustomed, became an agony. When it became obvious that I couldn't work like that, they reluctantly called someone to look at me.

The man that came in looked at me with open disgust, donning a pair of gloves before he even looked at me, but once he started checking me up he worked quickly and methodically. In the end he told me I had an urinary infection, and with some antibiotics it would go away soon.

I was given the day off, along with some pain killers, and they left me alone as the rest of the girls kept working around me. The next day I was still in pain, and the idea of having sex made me weak to the knees, but they deemed me well enough to do other things.

“Can you clean?” the Madam asked me from the curtain.

I looked at her in silence as I remembered my time at the shopping mall, and how miserable I thought I was back then. Looking sadly at the floor, I nodded, and she told me to follow her.

They gave me and old yellow dress, stained and worn paper thin in some places, and told me to clean the bathrooms and then the rooms once the day was over. With the few things they gave me, I cleaned the bathrooms as best I could, gagging at the stench of piss and shit. Once the shift was over I started with the rooms, entering them one by one to pick up any condom that might be there, and to sweep the floors.

The girls would lay there, looking fearfully at me. I sometimes wondered what they thought about me. They didn't knew I was just one of them, so maybe they thought I was like the Madam, just ignoring their suffering. I wanted to say something, but I never did.

Some were chained to the floor, but others weren’t, and I knew that those were the ones they drugged to control them. Most of the time they would just lay still, looking blankly at the ceiling while I worked, and I felt pity for them. If you fought back to much, they would drug you until they broke you and you became a junkie. The girls would become numb to the world when they were drugged, and when not they would do anything for another dose.

I thought about all the times I had wanted to fight back to them, but in the end I never had the courage, and that was the only reason I had been spared that.

And then I finally found her, though I first I didn't recognize her. She was laying on the mattress, naked and full of bruises, with her arm draped over her face. Without looking at me, she opened her legs when I came in, thinking I was another men coming to rape her. I looked away, unable to see her, as I cleaned away the condoms and the dirt.

When I looked at her again I saw her arms were full of needle mark, and next to her there were a couple of syringes that had obviously been used more than once, though they had told me to leave those there.

The girl paid me no attention as I worked quickly, wanting to get away, and it was obvious she was pretty high, but just before I left, she rolled to one side, and I stopped.

I looked at her brown hair, greasy and full of dirt, and at her small and thin body. She must have been no more than 12 or 13 years old, and I started crying as I saw her. She was too young, and it destroyed me to think about what they had done to her.

She was so thin that I could see her ribs and she was covered in dark blue and green bruises. I could imagine her fighting back when they took her, kicking and screaming as they raped her, and then they beat her up, drugging her until she became addicted.

I hugged myself, shivering despite the hot and still air, until I heard her gasping. Dropping to my knees, I kneeled next to her and I took out my bottle water, thinking that maybe she was thirsty.

Rolling her onto one side, I propped her head on my knees and I swept her hair from her face. Stunned, I dropped the bottle to the floor, and watched her in silence, as my mouth hung open.

“Lily?” I asked weakly a minute later, my voice cracking with fear.

She managed to open her eyes, and I saw they were a reddish brown, just like Lily’s. She looked at me for a moment, her face twisting in concentration for a few seconds, and then it was gone. She looked blankly at me, unable to recognize me.

“Lily?” I screamed again, my voice shrill with panic.

I started trembling as I hugged her tightly against my chest. My breathing became fast and swallow as I repeated her name, unable to admit that it was really her.

“No. No. No… please, it can't be, please!” I begged into the air, wiping my eyes and hoping that I would see another girl instead.

But it was Lily. Under the dirt and the bruises, that wasted face was hers. Something broke inside me as I gently laid her on the floor. I started sobbing hysterically, rocking my body forwards and back.

I thought about all the times I said to myself that she was safe, that no matter what happened to me, at least she would be spared from it. All the rapes and the pain, the impotence and the humiliation I had felt all this time… But it had been a lie, and I felt so stupid for believing in him.

“Lily? Please, wake up!” I begged her as I shook her body, wailing in agony.

Her head rocked from side to side, but her eyes remained unfocused. There was nothing behind them. The life she had before all this was gone, killed by the rapes and the drugs, until there was nothing more than an empty shell behind.

I heard someone screaming behind me, but it was irrelevant and I paid it no attention. I kissed her lips, begging her to wake up once more, but she stood still on the floor. I heard someone screaming behind me again, and I realized that they were calling me.

The Madam was standing behind me, looking angrily at me, while one of the bouncers stood behind her.

“What is wrong with you?” she asked me, her voice full of hate.

I looked at her for a full minute, not knowing what to say. How could someone be so cruel, I thought then, but after all I had seen, it shouldn't have been a surprise.

“She is my sister…” I said weakly as I looked back at Lily’s lifeless eyes.

She looked at me, at first with surprise, and then with indifference.

“So? Leave her alone and get to work.” she said.

Rage suddenly bubbled inside me, rising quickly until I couldn't contain it anymore. My vision turned to red, and without any warning, I jumped at her, digging my nails into her face. She screamed in agony as I saw her bleeding, but it wasn't enough. I started kicking and punching as she tried to defend herself, but I was stronger than her.

Someone grabbed my neck from behind me, choking me, but I rocked my head back until I hit something solid and then I was free again. I kept on hitting her until she fell to the floor, and then I got on top of her, and I started pummeling her face with my fist.

Then out of nowhere something hard hit the side of my head and I fell to the floor, clutching my jaw. Another blow followed it before I could react, and then another. Blows rained on my body one after the other, so fast that I couldn't even open my eyes, and then they stopped.

I was left on the floor, unable to move from the pain as I tried to recover my breath. Blood dribbled from my mouth and I had trouble moving my jaw.

“Lily…” I moaned weakly just before another blow drove me unconscious.

When I woke up I was lying on the floor with my face lying in a pool of saliva.. My whole body was screaming in pain, and I had trouble staying awake until someone shoved something awful under my nose. The stench alone woke me up, and I groggily opened my eyes.

I was laying on the floor, naked and with my hands tightly handcuffed behind my back, and around me what seemed like all the girls were sitting on the floor. They had pulled all the curtain up, leaving the whole place open, and I was on the middle.

The girls were looking at me with fear in their eyes, and when I looked to one side I saw the Madam, her face bruised and scratched, and one of the bouncers. He had a broken nose, and his eyes were dark and partially closed.

I swallowed nervously as I scanned the girls, looking for Lily, but I couldn’t see her from the floor.

Without a word, the bouncer walked up to me and the grabbed a chain that hung from the ceiling, hooking it to my handcuffs. He had to lift my arms up behind my back, forcing my head against the floor, and once it was done I felt the chain pulling me up.

My shoulders screamed in agony as they were forced up, and I had no option but to stumble clumsily onto my feet, until the chain stopped a moment later.

“Please… it hurts!” I begged uselessly, but he paid me no attention. He was holding the other end of the chain, holding it high enough that I had my hands just a bit higher than my head. It was painful, and it made it hard to breathe, but if I stood on my toes I could still endure it.

Then the chain started moving again, pulling me higher until I couldn't relieve the pressure anymore. I screamed wildly into the air as my own weight put a tremendous pressure in my shoulders, and a moment later I was in the air, hanging with my arms behind my back.

“Aarghhhh!” I screamed wildly, unable to breathe.

Through tears of pain I saw the girls around me gasping in shock as I hung, and then it became too much and my arms popped from their sockets. I fell a couple of feet down, until I was hanging from my arms again. Shocked, I stood still, unable to even breathe.

Then the pain rushed into my mind and the agony drove everything else away. I screamed and wailed from the pain until my throat was raw, and then I kept screaming. When the only thing I could make was a dry hoarse sound, I was finally able to open my eyes.

The Madam was standing next to me with a smirk on her face. She crossed her arms under her breasts, and then she turned around, looking at the other girls.

“Look at her, you whores!” she screamed wildly, grabbing my hair and pulling me closer to her.

The movement sent a spike of pain through my back as I struggled to breathe.

“This… cunt… dared to attack me!” she screamed, her voice tight and angry. “This won't be tolerated, so you better learn from this!”

By then I was delirious from the pain. I looked wildly at the girls around me, until I finally found her. Lily was thrashing on the floor, obviously in pain, but I couldn't see why. I blinked away some tears and then I looked at the Madam, who was now staring at me.

“Please… I am sorry… just let Lily go, please. I beg you!” I asked her with the last of my breath, but she ignored me.

Without warning, someone slipped a black plastic bag over my head, tying it tightly around my neck just like Jacob had done. I desperately tried to breathe, but there was not enough air inside it. The bag shrunk down, pressing tightly against my face and my mouth, and I panicked.

The air inside got rare in just a couple of breaths, and the heat became unbearable. The plastic stuck to my skin as I desperately tried to bite it, but it just slipped out of my mouth. Desperate, I started thrashing around despite the pain in my arms, searching for something to stand on, but the floor was too far away, and I knew it.

My lungs soon started to burn, and with every breath the air inside the bag became more unsatisfying. Worst of all, I was quickly getting dizzy from the pain and the movement, and I feared I would vomit inside the bag.

“Please… Lily!” I cried with the last of my air, but nobody helped me.

I felt my body trembling in exhaustion, and then I was peeing myself. Warm urine trickled down my legs and onto the floor. I heard a few of the girls crying, but their voices seemed muffled and far away.

Soon I could only hear the plastic bag crinkling every time I moved and my own heart, beating inside my head, but that too faded away. I knew it was over then, and I just wanted for the pain to be over. I closed my eyes, and I asked Lily to forgive me.

A moment later, I felt my body spasm one last time, and I was gone.