nankingdecade:

“My body is not my property,” he had the girl repeat. “My body is not my property.”

At 5pm yesterday, the girl was put under with a general anesthetic. The soft boxes and umbrella lamps switched on, carefully illuminating her limp, naked body sprawled on the mattress on the ground. The cameras—set up at three different angles—started recording.

She had spent the whole morning and afternoon shopping and preparing food for a party, the guest list of which was unknown to her. Cook for nine or ten, her owner said simply. No seafood.

The men began arriving. The first to show up were the girl’s play partners, those whom she had fucked before, and who were happy to help out in the degradation project.

The lube was passed around. Her holes were spread.

Then joined her owner’s friends in the lifestyle, carefully screened in advance and eager to use her young, lifeless body.

At 8pm a general break was called. The men rehydrated. Dinner was served out of the warming drawers.

By 10pm they were back taking turns violating her now gaping holes, and when some of them began to complain of fatigue, her owner spread out a formidable array of phallic toys on a table.

The condoms ran out before midnight. The cameras stopped rolling.

Today, she’s meeting her guests in the home theater to review the videos from last night. They’ll be sharply clothed, cheerful, and chatty. She’ll be nude and on the floor.