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My cheeks turn red in embarrassment, especially when I feel a drop of my pussy juice run down the inside of my thigh and I know it is because part of me really wants these strangers I have never even seen to have a chance to do every disgusting suggestion they are calling out. My temporary owners seem eager to see this as well and invite the on-lookers down to negotiate. Three new pairs of shoes join Daddy's, Sean's and his two friends' but I don't dare lift my head again to get a better look.
Out of nowhere, a hand slaps down hard on my right ass cheek, causing me to pull my legs together defensively and scream in pain and surprise. The owner of the hand snidely comments, "Who the fuck trained this whore? She can't even stand still for a little slap on the ass. I'm not sure she is worth the good money we paid."
Daddy reassures him that, though I am in need of training, I am eager to learn and will do whatever it takes to make sure they get their money's worth. I'm not quite as sure of this as he is, worried that the fact that I've already been abused, chained and dragged into public naked is the least of their plans for me. Yet my desire to please Daddy and live up to his expectations overpowers my concerns and I spread my legs back to their original positions, intensely aware of how exposed I am.
While consumed by my worries of what might be in store, the guys seem to have worked out a deal with the newcomers and all at once there are several sets of hands on me. One slips a couple fingers into my dripping cunt, finger-fucking me and I am unable to control my hips which work to match his rhythm while they all get a good laugh at my desperation. Another has pulled his cock out and is rubbing it all over my face and stroking it, cackling and pulling away when I can't help but try to lick it. Yet another uses a key to scratch long lines down my back in a way which is at first pleasant, but quickly turns painful as he traces over the same spots again and again. He comments on how he likes my pale skin and how it shows off the bright red scratches as he starts a new set of lines and I realize he is writing something on me - marking me like a possession. It seems to go on forever and it is all I can do to keep from begging them to stop. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction.
"There. Now everyone will know she is a whore," said one of the unfamiliar voices with undeniable smugness.
The other men were laughing and high-fiving and I heard one of them read aloud: CUNT FOR USE - $5. The guy who'd been jerking off in my face then grunts and, instead of cumming on my face as I expected he would, he shoots his cum on my back, directly on the scratches. I wince and instinctively reach to wipe it off as the salty sperm stings the abrasions but my wrist is grabbed and twisted in an unnatural direction. I realize it is probably less painful to just accept it.
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