Jessica's choices

[LaLia]

Consequence of choices

For a moment, I hoped it would be over. My lungs burned, every breath a stab. The lights of the room danced before my eyes, merging into one another. I lay on the hard floor, raped and humiliated. Ricky, who had recovered for a moment, now stood up. His movements were slow, almost sluggish. He grinned at me, a cold, calculating grin that made my blood run cold. "Well, little one? Not enough yet?" he asked. His voice was rough, hoarse. I tried to sit up, but my limbs wouldn't obey me. They were heavy as lead. He opened the door. As if through a veil, I saw two people leaning over me. Faces, blurry and unfamiliar. I saw them give Ricky money. Bills that he carelessly stuffed into his trouser pocket. Then they undressed. Shirts flew to the floor, belts were untied, trousers fell off. I was roughly lifted from the ground. Strong arms grabbed me and pulled me up. I recognized two men. One was significantly older, with gray hair that already shimmered silver at the temples. The other was younger, with a very short haircut that emphasized his angular face. Their eyes studied me, sizing me up like a piece of meat. My body was still trembling as they lifted me between them. I felt light, almost fragile, in their hands.

I gasped briefly as I slid onto the younger man's cock. A hard, unyielding shaft digging into my flesh. Then I screamed a little louder as the older man pushed his cock into my ass. A stabbing pain that spread through my body like wildfire. I tried to resist, but my strength left me. I was trapped, helpless.

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Then they both began to fuck me. Again and again, they let me slide onto their cocks. They lifted me slightly, and then I sank deeper. The cocks practically impaled me. Their bodies wrapped around me, pressing me between them. I whimpered softly. "Please... stop..." I begged. My voice was just a faint breath. Each of their thrusts made me flinch briefly. But my body was limp, I was helpless at their mercy. I closed my eyes, tried to dream myself into another world. But I couldn't. Reality was too brutal, too painful.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes. Time lost all meaning. Their panting increased. The two men's breathing became heavier, more irregular. They moaned, grunted, and gasped. And then they came into both holes. A hot, sticky fluid spreading inside me. I was nothing more than a doll, a fucktoy, a victim. "Done," said the older man. His voice was rough, satisfied. He lets go of me. The younger man grinned. "That was fun." He let me fall, too. I slumped onto the carpet, a miserable heap. The two men got dressed again, talking quietly. Then they left the room, leaving me alone. I lay there, trembling, crying. My body ached, my soul wounded.

The door slammed shut behind the two men. No sooner had the last shadow left the room than I felt a new, cold hand on my pelvis. My mind was numb, unable to grasp reality. A whirlpool of fear and disgust pulled me deeper into the darkness. With a jerk, my pelvis was lifted, and I screamed inwardly. Again, that brutal violence, that degrading invasion. I lay on my back, helpless, while the next man penetrated me. My breasts bounced with every movement, a painful dance that only intensified my powerlessness. I tried to dissolve, to disappear, but my body was trapped, a vessel for this unbearable torture. A soft whimper escaped my lips, a barely audible sound of despair. I felt the cock thrusting into me again and again, a relentless rhythm of destruction.

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My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, where the shadows danced, a reflection of my inner torment. In the periphery of my vision, I saw Ricky. He was sitting on the sofa, his legs casually crossed, watching the scene with a broad grin. His eyes sparkled with malicious glee, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "So, are you enjoying it, Jessica?" he asked in a sneer. "Isn't it exciting?" I pressed my lips together and tried not to respond. Every word, every reaction would only give him more satisfaction. "Don't be so shy," he continued to taunt. Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. "You're a sick bastard," I finally whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Ricky laughed. "Oh, come on, Jessica. This is just a game. And you're the main attraction."

I closed my eyes and tried to dream myself into another world where there was no violence, no pain, no Ricky. But reality was relentless, and I was trapped in this nightmare. The man above me groaned, his grip tightening. I felt him release, another act of humiliation. When he pulled away, I was left exhausted and empty. Ricky clapped his hands. "Bravo, bravo! A great performance. Who's next?" I hated him. I hated them all. I hated myself for being so weak. The door opened again, and another man entered the room. My heart sank deeper into my chest. How many more would there be? "Not again," I begged, my voice shaky. "Please, leave me alone." Ricky just grinned. "This is just the beginning, my dear. We still have a long night ahead of us." I closed my eyes and resigned myself to my fate. I was nothing but an empty vessel, a husk without a soul. The darkness had swallowed me, and I didn't know if I would ever return to the light.

I was turned onto my stomach and fucked in the ass, then I lay on my back, and another man took my pussy again, a cock filling my mouth again and again. On me, inside me—everywhere was the semen of the countless men who had raped me. How many? I had no idea.

The bass vibrated through my body, a relentless throbbing that mingled with the pounding pain between my legs. The darkness of the room merged with the foggy state of my mind. I squeezed my eyelids shut, trying to block out the lights shooting through the cracks in my fingers. "Another round, sweetie?" The voice was rough, hoarse, right next to my ear. I felt the warm breath on my skin, a shiver of disgust running down my spine. I nodded, unable to utter a word. My throat was dry, rough, as if lined with sandpaper. I felt strong arms pulling me up, my legs feeling like jelly. Somewhere in my head was the faint warning to fight back, to scream. But the strength simply wasn't there. I was a puppet, pulled by strings with invisible hands. Every now and then, two men came in together.

An interplay of bodies, a whirl of sweat and testosterone. I was passed around like a piece of meat, an object of desire, without a name, without an identity. It was the same at the end, when the last two found only a lifeless and broken young woman. I heard their voices, muffled, distorted, as if through a thick pane of glass. "Shit, she's totally gone." "Whatever, we'll see this through." I gasped only briefly as I was once again trapped between two men. The air became thin, stifling, as their bodies leaned over me. I lay on top of one, his cock in my pussy. A stabbing pain, a feeling of numbness as it moved inside me. I stared at the ceiling, watching the blurry shadows dance there. The other was squatting behind me, fucking my ass. I felt his breath on my neck, his hands holding me tight, forcing me to stay in this position. "So, do you like it, little one?" I didn't answer. What could I say? Every word would be a lie, a surrender.

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Evening had long since given way to night, and outside it was almost light. A pale glow penetrated the windows, casting long shadows on the walls. I closed my eyes, trying to dream myself into a distant world, a place without pain, without fear, without this endless humiliation. The movements became faster, more violent. I felt my body tense, tears streaming inexorably down my cheeks. "Ah, fuck, it's so tight in here!" "He's about to come, I can feel it!" A groan, a gasp, a short, violent twitch. Then silence. Only the men's heavy breathing, the dripping of sweat on my skin. They rolled off me, leaving me lying on the floor like an empty sack. I felt the cold slowly spreading through my body. "So, that's it then." "Yes, off home now." I heard them getting dressed, whispering, closing the door behind them. Then I was alone. Alone with the pain, with the shame, with the endless emptiness. I lay there, unable to move, unable to think. I was empty, drained, like a squeezed lemon. I was lost, forever scared by that night. A night that would change my life forever.


"Oh fuck, they really made you a number." I suddenly heard a voice as I came to. How did I end up on the sofa? I didn't know, but I felt that I was covered in semen. No trace of Ricky or the many men. Only now did I recognize Vivian, who was looking at me with a horrified expression.

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[Shocker]

Ricky certainly profited greatly from the time together.
Excellent chapter.

[LaLia]

The old man

"You have to get out of here before more men come," Vivian had said. Her voice trembled, and I don't even know if it was pity or fear that spoke from her eyes. As if in a trance, I had dragged myself into the small, dingy bathroom. My whole body ached. Every step, every movement burned my skin, as if I were tearing open the sore spots. The water was ice-cold, but I didn't dare turn it. I could no longer see the traces of the night, but I could still feel them everywhere—on my thighs, on my arms, on my throat, on my face—there was semen everywhere. I washed myself mechanically, trying to keep my hands still, while my stomach rebelled every time I looked in the scratched mirror.

My clothes were nowhere to be found. Just a pile of scraps in the hallway. Vivian had hastily handed me something from her closet. I swallowed when I saw it. A miniskirt, much too short, barely more than a strip of fabric. A crop top, tight-fitting, a little too see-through. No underwear. "I don't have anything clean left," she had simply murmured, as if that were the norm. At least an old pair of worn sneakers fit me. I could have laughed. But I didn't feel like it.

I couldn't really go out like this. Not in daylight. Not in this neighborhood. But the alternative would have been worse.

"I'm so sorry," Vivian had breathed as I slipped past her, closed the door behind me, and left the scene of that terrible night.

She had explained to me exactly where to go. "Straight ahead, then right at the sex shop, immediately right again, left at the traffic light, and keep following the signs." I murmured it like a prayer. Don't take a wrong turn. Don't meet anyone.

Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.

The streets were dirty, and I felt the stare. Men, isolated, in groups. From windows, from doorways. I didn't look directly at anyone, staring at the ground, listening to the scrape of worn-out soles on the asphalt. My heart pounded like a sledgehammer as I passed a particularly gloomy alley.

"Um... hello? Excuse me."

The voice made me jump. I turned around. An older man, mid-fifties, maybe late fifties, stood in a doorway. Graying hair, greasy jacket. A cigarette, half-burned, in his hand.

I wanted to ignore him. I wanted to just keep walking. But my legs stopped.

"Yes... please?"

His gaze wandered down my body, too long, too greedily. A grin on his face immediately turned my stomach. I felt the cold air on my bare thighs, the way-too-tight top stretching across my chest.

"Do you need help?" he asked.

I hesitated for a moment. Should I just keep walking? Or ask him for help? Maybe he could call me a taxi. Maybe he was a halfway normal person. Maybe.

"I... I'm lost," I said quietly.

He took a step forward, the gleam in his eyes still there.

"Should I call you a taxi?"

His voice sounded friendly, almost too friendly. I wanted to be suspicious; I wanted to refuse. But I couldn't walk another meter. Not in this outfit, not in this pain.

"I don't have... any money for a taxi."

He laughed softly.
"Oh, no problem. I'll lend you some. Just bring it to me one of these days."

Then he stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. I hesitated. The street was quiet, not a soul in sight. The sky was slowly turning gray, day breaking.

I entered.

It was a small shop, perhaps for newspapers and cigarettes. Dirty, yellow walls, no windows. There were no customers. I continued cautiously.

"This way," he said, pushing open a large door.
"The phone's in the storage room."

I felt my heart racing. But I kept going. I didn't want another look from outside. No more men. No more running away.

I stepped into the back room. The door closed behind me.

And then...

I was about to turn around when I saw no phone. But then I felt his firm grip—cold, like a slap in the face—and suddenly a rag was pressed over my mouth. The smell of almonds, both sweet and pungent, filled my nose as he pushed me against the wall. His hand felt rough, his fingers digging into my shoulders as I tried to pull myself away. But I only had seconds before the world blurred around me and the dark veil took hold of me. I stumbled toward the door, but before I could reach it, I collapsed unconsciously.

When I awoke, the world was cold and silent. I lay on the tiles, feeling the pressure of my hands on my back, which were tightly tied. My breasts pressed against the floor, my face also resting on the tiles, and my breathing was heavy, as if I were pulling it from nowhere. I was naked. No miniskirt, no top, nothing.

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I slowly opened my eyes and gazed into the bare, windowless world of the bathroom. The walls were dirty, the air stuffy and stale. To my left was the bathtub, empty and smooth, in front of me was the sink, behind me was the toilet, its lid half open. But that wasn't all. As my blurry vision cleared, I saw another woman between her legs. She was crouching in the corner between the sink and the bathtub, her arms handcuffed, her gaze fixed on me.

I tugged at the ropes that dug deep into my skin, my heart racing. She was my age, with dark hair falling like a veil over her bare shoulders. Her body was perfect, but I didn't know if that was just my imagination. As I looked at her, I noticed the collar on her neck—a black leather band. I stared at the band, then at her lips, which barely moved, and realized that I, too, was wearing a collar.

"Help..." I screamed, but the scream caught in my throat. My gaze fell on her pussy. The skin was pink, framed by a soft swell, as if it were waiting for me. I tugged at the restraints again, but they held.

"Where are we?" I whispered in panic, my breath trembling. I looked up at her, our eyes met, and she sighed. Her lips formed a sentence, but then she cut it off with a groan. The air was heavy, as if she were choking herself.

"I don't know," she said quietly now, her voice rough as sandpaper. "We..."

But her sentence was interrupted by a muffled sound. Footsteps. Slow, but relentless. I felt the door open, and the light streamed in—cold and gray. The footsteps stopped, and I heard a voice I recognized. It sounded deep and commanding, and I knew the next few seconds would change everything.

“Little fucking cunts, the way you walk around you're begging to be fucked.” He breathed as he squatted behind me. I felt his cold, rough hands on my pelvis.

“Let's go, you perverted pig,” I hissed.

“I'll have that mouth of yours working every dick on the street if you speak to me like that again!”

He laughed briefly, and I had no doubt he would do good on his threat.

“Please, let us go. We won't tell anyone.”

Instead of answering, I suddenly felt his fingers. His index and middle fingers pressed deep into my pussy, making me gasp briefly before he started moving them.

“Be good, and maybe I'll let you go.” His words sounded calm and threatening as he fingered me faster and deeper. With his other hand, he grabbed my hair and pressed my head right between the other woman's legs. "Lick her," he panted determinedly.

I hesitated for a moment, but when his flat hand slapped against my ass, I obeyed and stuck out my tongue. I licked the strange woman, playing with her clitoris, licking between her labia, and pressing my tongue against her entrance.

I quickly felt her getting wet and her whole body trembling, while I tried to block out the fingers inside me that continued to penetrate me for a few more minutes. But then he pulled them back and stood up. "I think she's almost wet enough for my cock now!"

With these words, he stood up and pulled the other woman up by her hair. She begged and pleaded, but he just grinned as he pushed her over the bathtub and spread her legs. Then he pulled me up too and, as I was afraid of being positioned right next to her, he sat me on the toilet and slowly opened his pants.

"I think it's time you showed me what you can do," he said softly as he moved his cock over my lips. "Or should I send you back to Ricky?"

I swallowed, and at the same time, my blood froze as I looked at him in disbelief. What did that mean? Had I only escaped Ricky to fall into the hands of the next pervert?

"Well, it's about time!?"

I looked down at his cock, feeling disgust and whining, but my lips reluctantly parted, and I pushed my head forward. The old man sighed with excitement as his cock felt the warmth of my mouth. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I gasped and gagged, my eyes filled with tears, and that typical gag sound filled the room. Before long, his balls touched my chin, and his cock was completely inside me. I could hardly breathe.

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But suddenly he withdrew his cock and pushed me to the ground. I saw him turn to the other woman, who was now being raped by him as she hung over the bathtub. His wet cock was deep in her ass. The old man bent over her, fucking her harder and harder as she screamed in pain and humiliation. I watched as his hand moved from her breast, across her stomach, to the level of her cunt. I knew what was coming and couldn't do anything about it. With a jerk, he pushed his bony finger into her soft, wet cunt, which I had just been licking.

The other woman screamed louder and louder, but the old man ignored her pain and tears. He pulled his finger out of her cunt and pushed it into her mouth. "Suck it," he commanded. A few more thrusts before he came, panting, deep inside her ass and then looked back at me.

"It's just begun. We're going to make a good slut out of you!"

I heard the click of the lighter as he lit a cigarette and I knew my nightmare wasn't over yet.

[Shocker]

Your heroine certainly jumped right from the frying pan right into the fire. Looks like mist of her choices are going to be made for her in the foreseeable future.
Very good and entertaining new chapter.

[LaLia]

Since the sixth and final installment didn't convince me anymore, and there's not much to gain from the scenes in the game, I'm ending the story here. I hope you enjoyed it!

P.S.: Story names have been renamed to match the game's title.

[Lucius]

Since the sixth and final installment didn't convince me anymore, and there's not much to gain from the scenes in the game, I'm ending the story here. I hope you enjoyed it!

I certainly did, but the abrupt ending jars, in my opinion it could've used an epilogue. Nonetheless the story is very hot; definitely a success.

[LaLia]

Since the sixth and final installment didn't convince me anymore, and there's not much to gain from the scenes in the game, I'm ending the story here. I hope you enjoyed it!

I certainly did, but the abrupt ending jars, in my opinion it could've used an epilogue. Nonetheless the story is very hot; definitely a success.

Thank you

Yes, I can understand that, and I was a bit undecided, too, but then I would have had to include something fictional in the last part, and I didn't want that since I was sticking to the game. But I hope the developer will come up with something else about Jessica, then I'd definitely pick it up again.