Pamela Dawson remembered the night that started it all two weeks ago like it was yesterday.

Pamela sighed as she just had another argument with her husband. He was furious with her for riling Frank next door. Pamela would get catcalls from the lowlife that had moved next door to them. Frank reveled in pushing his boundaries with the couple, from the constant remarks and ogling of Frank’s wife, to constantly parking his car in front of their house. He even would sometimes throw trash in their yard. He only gotten worse since Bruce called the police officers on him for making too much noise. Her life had been hell ever since her husband Bruce decided he would teach his neighbor a lesson for constantly violating the space of their home. Bruce came home that night in tears and a black eye. Frank then told Pamela that she would report to his house to make amends for their rude behavior towards him and his friends. Pamela refused. What followed was the scariest night of her life. She thought she lost her husband that night. She was determined to do anything Frank wanted, when he wanted, and how he wanted.

Today was merely the latest.

Pamela arched her freshly waxed legs up on the chair as she rolled the black silk stockings over her leg snapping the tops along her thigh. She felt like a whore. But if she did not report what would happen would be much worse. The last time she disobeyed Frank, Bruce ended up in the hospital with multiple bone fractures. Bruce was too terrified of Frank to tell the authorities who did it to him. He blamed it on bikers. The police were skeptical but went along with his story ultimately.

Pamela clacked her 4-inch glossy black stilettos across the sidewalk. She stole a look back at the house only to see her husband’s curtain jerk close. He knew where she was going. To Frank’s who reveled at having her as his plaything. This time she knew he invited his friends, the bastard said as much the last time. She was to be put through her paces while Frank watched his football game. There was not a night so far, she did not go home with his cum leaking down her legs.

Pamela nervously bit her lip, trying to steady her nerves as she approached the door. This was not the first time she had been invited over, and each time the encounters grew more depraved. She could feel the heat of shame and humiliation coursing through her veins.

Frank’s deep, authoritative voice echoed from within the dimly lit room, “There she is, just like I told ya, she’s got legs for days.” Pamela swallowed hard, wondering how far her tormentor was willing to go this time.

The smell of sweat, cigars, and stale beer filled the air as Pamela stepped inside, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a wild animal trying to break free. Her heels clicked loudly on the floorboards as she crossed the room, eyes locked on Frank’s smug, triumphant grin.

“Well, well, well, if it is not my fuckslut.” Frank bellowed.

“Oh wow, you were not lying Frank, she is definitely a looker.” A redheaded man called out from a recliner.

“Oh Frank I hope she likes chocolate.” Henry called out. Henry was Frank’s best friend and although she had not had the pleasure of being intimate with him, Henry had visited on numerous occasions before, this arrangement came to pass. Usually, the muscular man would look her up and down and basically undressed her with his eyes.

Then a serious fellow whose physique was thinner sat back and sipped his drink while he took in the sight of her. She was their treat that was for sure.

“She is quite exquisite. You lucked out on this one. I think next time we should meet at my club, Frank. Make sure to bring the cuck” The man said. His statement elicited a roar of laughter across the room. Pamela’s heart stopped as she heard the sadistic tone in their voices.

“Sure thing Dino.” Frank said to the man, whose name was Dino evidently.

Frank’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he stood up from his chair, his eyes never leaving Pamela. He walked slowly towards her, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Pamela gulped, her nerves rattled by the sight of him, and the knowledge of her impending ordeal.

“Well, Pamela, it seems you’re in for a special treat tonight.” Frank’s deep voice oozed with menace, as he circled her, eyeing her like she was on a platter, taking in every curve, every tremble.

“What do you mean, Frank?” Pamela whispered, her voice shaking. She knew better than to question him now. She had learned her place in this twisted game long ago.

“Now did you come dressed the way I ordered slut?” Frank whispered in her ear. Pamela through hurried breaths nodded her head up and down and answered, “Yes, Sir.” Frank smirked and lowered his hands beneath her skirt and slid down to her dripping sex.

“Why are you wet?” Frank asked with the sternest look in his eyes. Pamela blushed at the mere sight of him. Frank’s domineering nature made her turned on like she had not been in ages. She had no answer to give him.

“Why?” Pamela tried to act confused at her question.

“I ... I ... don’t know.” Pamela tried to lie.

“It is because your pussy is open for business slut. Do not hide it, I know you like my cock inside you. Sluts always do.” Frank said sliding a finger into her.

“Yes ... Open...” Pamela cried out. The fact of the matter was that Pamela had been thinking of Frank’s cock ever since the text came ordering her over to his house. It was the best sex of her life. She felt bad that her husband was being tormented but she could not do anything about it either.

Pamela’s heart raced as Frank’s fingers penetrated her soaked pussy, his other hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes. She felt the heat of shame burning through her like fire as he filled her, watching the lust in his gaze. It was a mix of fear and excitement that coursed through her veins. “You like this, don’t you, you little whore?” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. She could feel the warm breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Dino chuckled from his recliner, taking another sip of his drink. “Glad to see she’s still eager as ever.” He said, his voice smooth yet menacing. Pamela shuddered at the thought of what would happen if she did not, please them tonight. The smell of stale beer and sweat filled the room, mixed with the musky scent of lust that seemed to cling to everything now.

The redhead stood up from his chair and approached them slowly, running his hands over the curves of Pamela’s body. His touch was rough but arousing at the same time. “Looks like we have ourselves a real winner here,” he muttered under his breath before planting a kiss on her neck just above where Frank’s lips had been only moments before.

“What did you bring for us tonight?” Henry asked, his tone dark and demanding. He stared at her with hungry eyes that seemed to devour every inch of her body. “Are you ready for your punishment slut?”

She nodded silently, feeling the pressure building inside of her as Frank continued to finger-fuck her roughly while Dino unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive cock. “Open up put your hands on the floor you are about to feel the dinosaur” Dino said perverting the dinosaur song much to the pleasure of his friends in attendance.

Fuck were all of Frank’s friends this hung, as was Frank. She merely nodded her head and slowly lowered herself onto the floor. The party began in earnest.

Pamela’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the size of Dino’s cock. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen before, and she could not help but feel a sense of fear mixed with excitement. She knew that this was going to be a painful experience, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Dino approached her from behind, grabbing her hips roughly and thrusting his cock inside of her without any warning. She let out a loud moan, feeling him stretching her pussy as he pushed deeper and deeper. It felt like he would never stop, like he would split her in half with his massive member.

“Damn, look at that tight little pussy,” Dino grunted as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. “Feels so fucking good.”

Pamela could feel tears stinging at the corners of her eyes as Dino’s rough thrusts sent shocks of pain through her body. But she refused to show any weakness, keeping her head down and following Frank’s orders to keep moving with every push.

“Such a good little slut,” Frank praised her as Dino continued to fuck her doggystyle. “Taking it like a champ.”

She bit down on her lip hard to muffle the screams that wanted to escape from her lips. She had never been humiliated or degraded this much before and yet there was something exhilarating about it.

Dino’s hands gripped onto her hips tighter and he leaned down closer to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “You love being used like this don’t you? Being nothing but a toy for us to play with?” He growled in a low voice.

“Yes,” Pamela moaned out, surprising herself with how much she actually enjoyed it despite the pain.

“That’s right,” Dino smirked. “You’re just another fucktoy for us. A filthy whore who loves to be used and abused.”

Pamela could feel her face turn crimson at the depiction, but inside she felt an insatiable desire to be used just as he said.

Henry approached her from the other side, stroking his thick cock before pushing it into her gaping pussy alongside Dino’s. She let out a muffled scream into the carpet, feeling both men violating her in a way that only made her want them even more.

Frank watched from the sidelines, a twisted smile on his face as he relished in the degradation of his fuckslut. “You want more?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through the room.

“Yes, Oh God Yes!!!” Pamela whimpered, feeling like her body was being used and abused for their pleasure. She craved more, she longed for them to use her however they wished.

“Then you’ll take it like a whore,” Frank growled out.

Pamela’s breath hitched as Dino grabbed onto her hair tightly, pulling her head back as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispered degrading words in her ear.

“You’re nothing but a worthless slut,” Dino growled, his voice filled with lust and anger as he pounded into her. “A dirty whore who loves to be used like this.”

Pamela’s moans turned into whimpers as Dino’s rough strokes sent shocks of pain through her body. But she couldn’t deny the intense pleasure that wracked her body.

With each thrust, Dino slapped Pamela’s ass hard, leaving red handprints on her skin. She cried out in both pain and pleasure, feeling completely dominated and degraded by him.

“Take it like a good little fucktoy,” Dino grunted, his grip on Pamela’s hair tightening as he picked up the pace even more. “You love it! Don’t you?”

Pamela could only nod in response, unable to form any coherent words as she was lost in the overwhelming sensation of being fucked so roughly by Dino.

The muscles in her stomach quivered with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion as she felt the telltale signs of another orgasm rising inside of her. Despite already reaching climax multiple times during this session, she knew these men were far from finished with her. Their rough hands and wanton whispers urged her on, pushing her towards yet another electrifying release.

Dino’s thrusts became faster and harder, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. Pamela couldn’t help but scream out in ecstasy as she reached another mind-blowing climax.

But instead of slowing down, Dino kept going, pushing Pamela to the brink of pleasure and pain over and over again. His grip on her hair never faltered and neither did his degrading words.

“You’re just a filthy slut for us to use,” Dino snarled, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own release.

As Dino’s orgasm approached, he let out a primal growl and buried himself deep inside of Pamela’s trembling body. His hips spasmed and his grip on her hair tightened as he released his hot seed into her.

Pamela cried out in pleasure and relief, feeling Dino’s cum filling her up, marking her as his. But as Dino pulled out of her, she couldn’t help but let out a genuine “Thank you” in a moment of instinctive gratitude for the intense pleasure he had just given her.

The other men in the room erupted into mocking laughter at Pamela’s words, their eyes dark with amusement and lust. They could see how completely broken and submissive she was now, willing to thank her abuser for using her like a mere object for their pleasure.

Dino sneered down at Pamela, his eyes filled with disdain as he watched her panting and trembling beneath. He knew she was nothing but a filthy whore who would do anything for the promise of pleasure, no matter how degrading or humiliating it may be.

But despite their cruel treatment of her, Pamela couldn’t deny the rush of desire that ran through her at the thought of them using and degrading her even more.

“You’re welcome,” Dino spat out sarcastically before turning to leave the room with the other men.

Pamela lay there panting and exhausted, feeling used and degraded but also strangely satisfied. She knew this was what she craved deep down inside – to be used like a worthless object by these dominant men who saw nothing more in her than a toy to be played with.

As she slowly got up from the floor Pamela felt her wrist being grabbed and pulled behind her back. Henry was a cop and decided to bring his cuffs to the event today. Pamela moaned out as she was flushed from the fucking she just received from Dino. She felt her tits jut out as he pulled on the cuffs behind her. Henry then walked her over to the coffee table in the main living room. A football game was on the television. Henry bent her over until she was kneeling on the floor with her body on the coffee table her ass and pussy hanging off the edge.

Pamela couldn’t believe what was happening. She had willingly allowed herself to be used by these men, but she never imagined that they would take it this far. She felt so helpless, her wrists bound behind her as she knelt over the coffee table.

Looking up at the mirror on the wall, she saw a line of dark figures forming behind her. They were all smirking and grinning, their eyes filled with lust as they waited for their turn to partake in her dicking.

Pamela’s heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew what was about to happen to her – a train of men taking turns fucking her, using every part of her body for their pleasure. She could feel their hands on her body, caressing and groping her as they waited for their turn.