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I woke up in this dingy basement. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and semen. I was lying on the cold concrete floor, my legs splayed open like an animal. A black choker collar chain leash hung around my neck, attached to a heavy iron hook in the wall. My body felt like it had been ravaged by multiple men, my skin covered in sticky cum and my hair matted with sweat.
I slowly sat up, taking stock of my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles providing any light. There were ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling, and a large wooden table standing against one wall. In the corner, I saw a camera mounted on the wall, watching me.
I stood up, testing my legs to make sure they could hold me. They felt like jelly, but I managed to stay upright. I looked down at myself, taking in the sight of my own body. My skin was red and raw, covered in bruises and welts. My breasts were sore from being squeezed by so many hands. But despite all the pain, I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me. This was what I had wanted for so long - to be used and abused, to be made into something new and different.
I walked over to the camera and examined it more closely. It was a simple black box with a lens on top. I wondered who had set this up, watching me like an
