Enjoying Joy

Joy picked up the picture of her fiancé off of her desk, looked at it for a second and smiled before placing it in the plain brown box she was packing her personal items in. She almost giggled girlishly as she thought of their future life together. She looked around the small cubicle that had been her workstation for the past two years and sighed. She would actually miss it; she hadn't thought she would, the daily grind was awful, but as an orphan work had been the first place she felt she actually belonged. She had never been super close to her workmates, she never hung out with them outside of work, but for the first time she had made what she could call real friends.

Everything had changed for the better the day her boss had an appointment with Preston Wilson, the CEO of one of their customers. For some reason the suave businessman had been immediately taken with her and had flirted outrageously the moment he saw her. She had agreed to go out with him that night, feeling a bit like Cinderella out on a date with Prince Charming. She had held her own, although several times during dinner she had to ask him to clarify what he said, and at the end agreed to go out with him again. A couple of dinners later and the two of them were officially dating.

Preston was her first boyfriend, her first kiss, and the first man she fell in love with. He was extremely patient with her even though he was more than a decade older and much more experienced. She never asked about his past girlfriends, she was too scared of the answers, but she knew he was no virgin. It was hard for her to remain one while they were dating but she was determined to wait until their wedding night and Preston supported her decision.

Their wedding was still a couple of months away, but Preston insisted she quit her job so she could concentrate on the preparations. He had more than enough money to support her. She would still stay at her apartment until they were married but she was already purging most of her furniture and old clothes while Preston allowed her to update her wardrobe to more expensive and more fashionable styles.

She picked up the box and with a bittersweet look around started her last walk around the place she'd called work. She said goodbye to her friend Janice in accounting and her other friend Sue in sales and promised both she'd see them at the wedding before heading out to her car, a late model Nissan Versa. She loaded her box in the trunk and looked one last time at the building before hopping in the driver's seat and taking off for home.

She patted the steering wheel affectionately as she waited at a stoplight and her car purred loudly. Preston had offered to buy her a new luxury car but she insisted on driving her Versa until after they were married. It was the first car, the first anything, she had bought on her own and she wasn't ready to part with it yet. She hadn't grown up driving in cars, the orphanage's main mode of transportation had been a multi-passenger van, and she was still nervous about driving on the freeway so she often took backroads wherever she went.

She was driving down what was admittedly a bad neighborhood when the engine light lit up her dash. She took a chance and kept driving only to wind up forced to pull over a few blocks later with smoke pouring from the hood of her beloved car. She rarely swore but she let one fly as she slammed her hands down in frustration on the steering wheel. She took a couple of deep breaths and realized it wasn't that big of a deal. She would just call Preston and have him send someone to pick her up and tow the car. He would probably have a good laugh and buy her a new one in the morning.

She pulled out her phone and the growing warm feeling in her stomach was immediately quenched. Her phone had no signal, an impossibility that she didn't know how to deal with. Smoke was still pouring from under her hood and now from the undercarriage as well. Fearing a fire, she got out of her car remembering to grab her purse. The area was not where she wanted to be. It had been industrial once, but with new laws governing pollution the factories had been abandoned rather than retrofitted leaving many in the area out of work and the buildings abandoned. The homeless had moved into the area and now they populated the street corners begging for money next to the dealers peddling every sort of high you could be looking for. The police only kept a token presence in the area since the only inhabitants now were the homeless and the roving bands of gang members slinging drugs.

Joy crossed the street to put some distance between her and her car in case it caught fire. There was no one else in sight except one homeless man holding a sign on the corner. He wasn't paying any attention to her and offered no assistance whatsoever. She pulled out her phone again and still had no signal. She felt uncomfortable just standing there waiting but didn't want to abandon her car. Occasionally a car passed by and she tried to flag them down but none of them stopped. After several minutes she decided to walk a short distance to see if she could get a phone signal.

She walked toward the homeless guy on the corner since she figured he was standing on that particular corner for a reason. Even if she couldn't get her phone to work maybe a car would stop and she could get help from the driver. The smell of stale urine and feces struck her about ten feet from the homeless man. She gagged in her mouth and felt like vomiting. There was no way she was going to be able to stand next to him so she held her breath and continued past him to the next corner. He didn't even acknowledge her as she walked past almost as if he didn't see her.

Safely on the corner opposite him, she pulled out her phone again. Now it alternated between one bar and no signal. She sent a text to Preston that took three tries before it sent and decided to walk a bit further to see if the signal improved. It was starting to get dark and she shivered as the last of the suns warmth seemed to abandon the entire area. She was watching the bars on her phone so she heard the laughter before she saw the group of young men approaching. She looked up from her phone and was confronted with the tall imposing figures of five young men. They looked in their late teens or early twenties, a few with bulging muscles, and all were covered in tattoos.

Joy was not prejudiced but given where she was and their appearance the first thought that entered her mind was “gang members”. But after a slight pause she decided that even if they belonged to a gang if she didn't bother them they wouldn't bother her and forced her feet to keep moving forward. As they got closer she heard on of them say, “Look at her!” “She looks uptight. Like somebody's mom,” from another one. “Yeah, but a MILF,” from another.

The group stopped in front of her blocking the sidewalk and with an annoyed sigh Joy made to walk around them trying to give them a wide berth. “Hey!” one of them shouted. “Wassup?! You to good to talk to us?” She ignored them and tried to walk past but the nearest one grabbed her arm. She clutched her purse and phone tighter thinking she was about to be mugged but the youth just held her arm tightly while one of the others moved a hand toward her arm too. She felt a prick and realized with horror that she had been injected with something.

The man let her arm go while all five of them laughed. She looked at them with horror filled eyes as their faces became blurry and she started to slide down to the ground. Her head swam with confusion. She was on her knees struggling to get up but they just kept laughing from above her. She reached out feebly begging for help from at least one of them but it never came. Eventually everything went black.

Consciousness started to return some time later. She was sweating and she had the vague realization that she was naked. She tried to move her arms but found that she couldn't and every muscle in her body hurt. A heavy weight was moving on top of her and her legs were spread wide. Between her legs was where it hurt the worst and somewhere in the back of her mind she thought “They're raping me” before her whole head blazed with pain as she tried to reject the notion. Her eyes opened blearily and she saw the tattooed neck of the guy on top of her moving up and down steadily. Her legs were spread around his waist and she could feel his cock painfully plunging in and out of her pussy.

She tried to scream but she could only croak. Her throat hurt too as if it had been battered and bruised and she shuddered to think how it had become that way. “She's coming around,” she heard someone say. “Good, I'm tired of fuckin' a limp fish,” another voice said. “Give her another shot, but smaller dose. She aint goin' nowhere.” “Man we sure lucked out with this bitch. I mean, look at those tits, man! She sure has some fat knockers. And she's so tiny!” “I've never had pussy this tight man!”

Her arm, extended above her head and somehow secured, received another prick. Her head swam again but this time she remained conscious. The young men talked about a lot of things, but she was the main topic. She had no idea how long they had been raping her but they'd all apparently had at least one turn. She was vaguely aware that she was in a dingy room on a mattress on the floor. Drug paraphernalia littered the floor around her and she was sure the men raping her were using too. They took her one after another, over and over again. Sometimes two would come at her at once, one in her pussy and the other forcing his cock down her mouth. She had no idea how many there were, but there was definitely more than just the five from the street.

It never seemed to end. The first time she orgasmed she felt so embarrassed and guilty. They came more and more frequently as time passed. She had no idea how many hours or days passed but she was sure the men raping her kept changing. She was more lucid at certain times and she remembered being awake while a boy of about ten rutted over her while excitedly playing roughly with her nipples. She remembered a few women being forced to play with her in exchange for drugs as well. They ate her cum filled pussy while she was forced to eat and lick their smelly cunts. And not just women, but young girls too. That embarrassed her the most because they were often comparing their young slim bodies to her curvier more womanly one.

Eventually it stopped, and Joy was left shivering on the mattress alone. Her head slowly cleared and she realized in horror that her hands were zip-tied to some sort of pipe. She managed to roll over onto her knees and inch here way closer to the pipe but she couldn't break herself free. It was too dark in the room to see more than a few feet so she wasn't sure if there was anything close by that could help her. She pulled at the zip ties until her wrists felt wet with blood but still couldn't manage to free herself.

That's how the homeless men found her. On her hands and knees trying to free herself. She smelled them before she heard them. When she looked back over her shoulder to see two men approaching her eyes went wide with shame and horror. She begged them to help her but they just laughed. One of them didn't seem like he was right in the head; his eyes looked in two different directions. When the first one knelt behind her and roughly thrust his cock up her sore cunt she screamed. But gradually she began to get into it and found herself pushing back against him.

As the homeless man raped her she wondered if Preston had gotten her text. Were he and the police looking for her? Had they found her car? Her train of thought was interrupted by a particularly painful thrust by her rapist. She cried out. She wondered what happened to the young drug dealers. She hadn't liked them but at least they had kept her drugged so that she mostly unaware of the pain and they had kept the dirty homeless men away.

The homeless man clawing at her hips and back grunted several times while his cock swelled then pulsed and squirted inside her. Seconds later the crazy-eyed one was wheezing and thrusting behind her bottom. Joy found herself holding onto the pipe so his thrusts wouldn't push her headfirst into it. This was humiliating in a way the gang members' rape of her innocent body hadn't been.

She didn't notice that the first one had left until he returned with a loud following of other homeless men, women, and children. They laughed and made crude comments about her body while they set up bedrolls and a makeshift stove to cook food. All the men and women took turns abusing her. She was fucked in her cunt and mouth, flogged and beaten with sticks, fingered in every hole, and made to suck and lick every pussy that wanted it. After the adults were through the kids had a turn.

At one point her face was buried in a young girl's pussy while the girl exclaimed over Joy's full round tits as she pulled her nipples and the girl's brother banged Joy's pussy from behind and described to the girl how it felt. After all the kids had tired of playing with her and fallen asleep, one of the men brought the group's dog over. It sniffed at Joy's cum filled snatch then started licking with its long wet tongue. She shuddered and was shocked at how good it felt. She tried to spread herself for the dog, all of her shame gone, and pushed back against its probing tongue. The dog seemed to like the salty cum oozing out of her pussy and kept licking until it was all gone.

What Joy couldn't see was the dog's growing arousal as it licked and sniffed at her dripping pussy. When it couldn't find any more traces of cum the dog excitedly mounted Joy itself and started humping its hips wildly. “Please! Please no! Get it off!” Joy begged. The homeless man laughed and grabbed her by the hair so she had a harder time moving away from the dog.

“You're Buster's bitch now, you fucking slut!” the man laughed at her. He held her tight while Buster, the dog, desperately tried to find the right spot. His paws scratched her back and arms and he growled in frustration. His hips jerked back and forth sometimes slamming his doggy cock against the outside of her pussy and sometimes getting nothing but air. Joy sobbed in frustration as she tried to jerk her body enough to get both man and beast off of her but it was no use. When the hard red doggy cock finally found the hole it tore up inside her causing her to howl in pain.

The dog's long cock rammed into her farther than any other cock had so far and the dog's hips moved faster and thrust harder than any human's could. The man holding her pinched and pulled on her fat tits and nipples while the dog scratched and nipped at her neck as it growled in triumph. Joy had to admit that it felt damn good. Her face turned red with shame and embarrassment. She could forgive herself for cumming while being raped by the men, women, and children, but how was she going to feel about herself when she came on Buster's red doggy cock?

Joy huffed and puffed under Buster's assault and soon her face was red not with embarrassment but with the growing excitement of her impending orgasm. She tried to will it away, she didn't want to cum with a dog inside of her, but it was no use. It burst forth from her groin and washed over her whole body. She gasped and cried out loudly in pleasure while the homeless man laughed. “You like doggy cock, don't you, you fucking slut.” Joy couldn't deny it, she did indeed like doggy cock.

Buster fucked her relentlessly, his frenetic pace never slowing. She had barely come down from her first orgasm before her second one started to build. The homeless guy was still pulling on her tits almost as if he were milking a cow. That's kind of what Joy felt like, an animal good for nothing but for others to fuck and cum on and in. The dog cock was burrowing further and further into her. Then suddenly with a lunge the dog buried himself inside her past the knot. It hurt Joy a bit as it spread her cunt wide but it also triggered her orgasm. As she came she was aware of Buster filling her with his doggy cum. The force of it was like someone had turned on a hose inside her.

Buster whined and then tried to dismount but his knot kept their groins attached. He was clawing and nipping at her back even more before the homeless man helped the dog turn so that it was butt to butt with Joy. Buster kept trying to pull away putting pressure on Joy's overstuffed cunt. Joy cried out in pain and pleasure as the dog tried to disentangle itself from her for several minutes. Finally the swelling in the dog's knot subsided and with a audible 'plop' and a great rush of fluid managed to extricate it's cock from her tight cunt. The homeless man gave her tits a last squeeze then stood up and pulled out his cock. Joy looked up at him expectantly waiting for him to shove it in one of her holes but instead he relaxed and sighed seconds before releasing a steady stream of piss.

The urine hit Joy right in the face and she spluttered as some of the salty fluid entered her mouth. He aimed the stream over her head, hair, and shoulders soaking her with the smelly fluid. When he finished he gave his dick a final shake over the top of her head and laughed. After that Joy seemed to become the urinal for the whole group. The men, women, and children all delighted in pissing on her and laughing. The dog didn't seem to mind and mounted her regularly which the kids seemed to especially enjoy. Then one day even the dog seemed to have had enough and pissed on her as well.

One morning Joy woke up and they were all gone. It was eerily quiet alone in the abandoned building. She yelled and screamed until she was hoarse but no one came. She was quickly losing strength; she hadn't eaten any real food since before her abduction, the only thing she'd swallowed since was cum and piss. She feebly tried to free herself but it was futile. She grew so weak that she spent most of the time in a delirium as she starved thinking and praying that she would either be rescued or pass in her sleep to end the pain.

She thought the new noises she heard were part of a dream. She could barely open her eyes to see the beams of light moving quickly back and forth over the ground. Heavy footfalls reverberated on the floor rousing her. “Christ, what's that smell?” a rough voice asked.

“Probably this body,” another voice said as a beam of light swept over Joy.

“Shit! Look at that body! Look at this tits! What a waste!” the first voice exclaimed. “Let's call it in.” Joy forced her eyes open as much as she could and saw two police officers looking down at her. Her mouth parted in a weak smile.

“Wait! She's alive!” one of them said kneeling down beside her. “I think this is the woman that went missing a couple of weeks ago. It was less than a mile from here.” Joy tried to reach her hand up but she couldn't do it. “She smells like an outhouse and look at all the bruises.” Joy's lucidity was growing in response to their presence but she didn't have the strength to move or speak. The officer kneeling by her flicked out a utility knife and cut her hands free. He had his other arm around her chest with a handful of tit to support her.

“Should I call for a ambulance?” the officer still standing asked. Joy wondered at the question.

“Naw,” the other officer answered. “She's been missing…what…two weeks? They aren't expecting to find her alive. I say we have our fun then dispose of the body. I mean…look at her! This body was built for fucking!”

“Just what I was thinking,” his partner agreed.

And to Joy's horror the cop rolled her onto her stomach then unbuckled his gun belt and pants. Her cunt looked overused but her ass looked fresh. He spread her cheeks and spit between the crack and then on his dick. She was prone on the ground too weak to move or protest as he lowered himself cock first onto her body. She felt the pressure of his erection pressing against her virgin asshole with the full weight of his body. “Just have to hold my nose,” the cop said just as the head of his cock punched through her tight sphincter.

Joy's mouth opened in a noiseless scream as his cock seared a new path of pain inside her. He was brutal in the way he fucked her ass, not caring and just using her to get off. Each burning thrust felt like a new betrayal from the police officers. He pummeled her ass for several minutes before stiffening and grunting as he unloaded a heavy amount of sperm up her back passage. As he pulled out he was quickly replaced by his partner who wasted no time in cramming his own dick up her tight ass.

The two cops fucked her ass twice each before they decided they'd had enough. Then one of them slung her over his shoulder and carried her out to their patrol car. “Just toss her in the river?” one of them asked.

“Yeah,” the other answered. “She's too weak to swim.”

Luckily for Joy she passed out a few minutes later. She was thoroughly surprised when she woke some time later in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV. Her hands were cuffed to the bed rails and curiously her legs were into stirrups as if she were going to receive a gynecological exam. She licked her lips and felt smooth skin instead of the rough dry skin she'd had in the building. She felt a lot better and had the impression she'd been in the hospital for a while. Thank God the policemen had had a change of heart and delivered her to a hospital instead of an icy death in the cold river.

“Ah, awake I see,” a doctor said as he came in the room. He was wearing a surgical mask and cap and Joy could only see his spectacles and the sharp eyes behind them. Joy didn't answer. She was just so grateful to be alive she didn't know what to say. The doctor walked over glancing down at the chart in his hand and nodding absently. “Well, looks like you're recovering nicely,” he said stepping between her raised thighs still reading the chart.

“Doctor,” Joy finally croaked, “are you taking a rape kit? It's probably been too long…”

“No, no rape kit,” the doctor cut her off with a slight laugh. He pulled out his cock and unceremoniously stuffed it up her already wet cunt. “You see, fuck holes like you can't possibly be raped.” He had the chart in one hand writing notes with a pen held in the other while he leisurely fucked his cock in and out. Until that moment Joy hadn't realized she was still completely naked. She jerked her hands but found it completely useless to jerk against the cuffs. Her legs were held tight too. “Nice pussy moisture, and elasticity,” he mumbled as he fucked and wrote.

“Doctor, please!” Joy begged. “Please let me go!”

He peered at her over his glasses with a look of pity. “Needs more mental conditioning,” he said writing in the chart. Joy continued to beg and plead for release at the same time she was pushing her hips back at the doctor's invading cock. She couldn't help herself; it felt so damn good. She came before he did, crying and thrashing on the hospital bed. “Nice orgasm response,” the doctor mumbled and wrote. Then he put the pen and chart down and leaned forward with his hands resting on either side of her hips and started pounding into her cunt for a few minutes. He eventually stiffened, groaned, and flooded her pussy with his seed.

“Good, good,” he said straightening and writing more in his chart. “Excellent physical responses,” he said while Joy softly sobbed. “Good quality pussy,” he added as he left the room never looking up from the chart.

About a half hour later a male nurse walked in rolling a cart with some weird goggles attached to a machine. “The doctor ordered this for you, and some meds,” the nurse said smiling. “I can't tell you how excited we all are that you're awake,” he continued.

“Please, help me,” she pled desperately.

“Don't worry,” he said patting her head. “By the time you're released you'll be a nice obedient fuck hole with no need for restraints.” She squirmed in her restraints and the nurse frowned. “Worse than I thought,” he muttered pulling out a syringe and injecting its contents into her line. “This will help you relax,” he told her. Joy's vision blurred and became hard to focus and her mind wandered. She remained conscious though, and the nurse fitted the goggles, which covered her ears as well, over her eyes. The two lenses were actually screens and sound was also piped in. A few seconds later a video started playing on the screens; a video of her rapes.

She saw the gang members carrying her to the building, heard all their crude remarks about her body and what they were going to do to it, and started watching the initial rape she had been unconscious for when the male nurse, finished with everything else, stepped between her raised thighs and slammed his cock into her. “I was really happy to be your nurse today,” she heard him say loudly so she could hear him over the sounds of her video rape. “We usually have to perform a lot of plastic surgery on new patients, but not with you. You already have the perfect body for a fuck slut,” he explained punctuating the statement by fondling her big fat tits and pinching her nipples. It was so very much like what the boys in the video were saying about her that she knew it must be true.

Whatever drug the nurse had given her clouded her mind and allowed her body to relax so that she enjoyed the fucking the nurse gave her and she enjoyed the video of her rape playing on the goggles. She came before the nurse very loudly and genuinely as he plowed into her sopping cunt and she came again as he filled her with a load of cum. “There you go, a nice fresh load in that hungry little pussy of yours,” he said patting her cunt affectionately. “I have other patients but I'll check on you soon,” he said cheerily as he left leaving Joy dripping cum and enjoying the video.

Her days were spent in a drug induced fog. As soon as she started to come out of it a nurse was there with another dose. The male nurses fucked her pussy, the female nurses sat in her face. At least they were clean and a lot less violent than when she'd been bound. Not that she wasn't hurt. At least once a day she was released from the bed and usually flogged or whipped, sometimes both. Once she was taken and put in medieval stocks. She thought she was going to be beaten but instead a man who she couldn't see because he remained behind her brutally raped her ass; something about him seemed familiar though. After that her ass seemed to be fair game and the male nurses had a new hole to dip their cocks into.

She's not sure when it happened but eventually she became used to being fucked and beaten, and then began to enjoy it and craved it when she was left alone watching the video. Then one day the doctor came back. “Well, Joy, your nurses tell me you've made excellent progress,” he started. He walked over to the head of the bed and removed the googles. She looked up at him expectantly while biting her lip. The doctor hauled out his cock and dangled it in front of her face. Joy moved her head to get it in her mouth and began expertly and excitedly sucking him off.

“Very good, Joy,” the doctor praised her and patted her on the head. “You're learning what you're good for.” Joy nodded without letting go of his yummy cock. She had learned a very important lesson in the hospital; that she was a set of holes for anyone or anything to use how they wanted, that she lived to serve everyone man, woman, and child. The doctor grunted and came down her throat then patted her on the head again.

A few days later, Joy was released from the hospital to her new owner and fiancé, Preston. They were married, as scheduled, and had a beautiful wedding with hundreds of guests. Everyone said the bride looked simply stunning. After the ceremony, there was a more private gathering for Preston's close friends where the bride served and performed every depraved act the guests could think of. Preston was very proud to show off her new talents to all of them.

Several years later, an older but still cock hardening beautiful Joy, knelt in front of a man she had met a few moments before at her Master's poolside. “Christ, Preston, where did you find this slut. I mean…I've never seen such a petite woman with such fat natural tits,” the man gushed as he squeezed one of said tits firmly in his hand.

“I found her at one of my suppliers, just sitting there waiting to be trained,” Preston replied sipping his drink and watching his property service his potential new business partner, Andrew.

“I bet that cost a pretty penny,” Andrew sighed as Joy deep-throated his impressive cock. Joy hoped Andrew would stay long enough to stuff it between her legs later.

“Yeah. About as much as you would think, but I got a bit of a discount because she's an orphan so they didn't have to create some elaborate cover for her absence. She went away for a few months and the only one to miss her was me.”

“You lucked out with her,” Andrew commented as he brushed Joy's long dark hair away from her face so he could see her cheeks hallowing as she blew him. Andrew had a thing for brunettes and especially liked them petite like Joy. Preston shrugged indifferently. “What? You think you could get better?” Andrew asked incredulously.

“Oh God no!” Preston exclaimed. “Joy's the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It's just that every once in a while I get the urge for a bit of variety.”

“I don't know how you could ever tire of her,” Andrew stated in disbelief.

“It's not that I tire of her, it's just that sometimes I want something a little different. And she's always here, ready to be used. Sometimes I miss the chase, the feeling of conquest when I score some fresh pussy,” Preston explained.

“Miss the chase?! Fuck the chase. If I had her waiting and ready for me every night I'd forget about any other woman,” Andrew said shaking his head in disbelief.

“Tell you what,” Preston said, “why don't you take Joy back to your hotel for the night. Do whatever you want with her as long as she's not damaged. You really need to try her ass.”

“Is it as tight as it looks?” Andrew asked.

“Tighter,” Preston assured him. At the thought of fucking the petite slave up her ass Andrew groaned and shot his load down her throat.

“Thanks, Preston. I'll bring her back tomorrow.”

“Don't mention it.”

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