XBD (Patreon)

V woke up in a bathtub full of ice, naked, her senses languid, her motions uncoordinated. She’d been doped, so much so that though her surroundings seemed familiar, she had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered was buying a BD off of a street vendor. She must’ve been spiked when she connected to the rig. It didn’t matter now. She needed to move.

Pulling herself out of the tub, ice sloshed over the side with her, dropping to the tile floor. The noise was shocking, echoing in the tiny chamber. A moment later, the door flew open. A gang of scavs piled into the bathroom. It finally hit V how naked she was. Trying to cover up her voluptuous breasts or fleecy gold snatch was pointless. All she could hope, meager as the chance was, was to intimidate them.

“Get the hell away from me!” she yelled. “You’re all dead if you come anywhere near me!”

The only response she got was laughter. One of them—what seemed like the biggest—spoke: “Spunky as hell—she’s everything you said she was, Stefan. Glad I pulled that job for you. Hell, I’d pull a dozen to get a shot at a babe as pretty as this one. Just holding those tits of hers…”

“Go to it, Diavolo. She’s all yours.” Stefan stood back, his arms crossed, and allowed a smug look onto his face. He was enjoying the sight of V’s torment.

Now she recognized him. He was the street vendor who’d sold to her. And with that memory, more came pouring in. This bathroom—she’d been in here rescuing Sandra Dorsett. And now she was in the same dire straits that poor bitch had been in. No doubt hooked up with BD recording hardware, maybe even Doll cyberwear. But before they put her to work, they would enjoy themselves, both breaking her in and recording XBDs for the black market. It was the kind of thing V would do herself, if she never wanted to look at herself in a mirror again.

She hated Stefan with more emotion than she’d felt in a long time, but she had bigger problems. The scavenger advancing on her was hard already, and there was no telling what body-mods he had down there if he could justify it as helping to film XBDs. And V knew from rescuing Dorsett that if she screamed, either no one would hear her or no one would care, pick one. She was at Diavolo’s mercy unless she managed to get past him and out of this evil place.

She feinted to the left then went right. Diavolo was waiting for her. V cursed her own stupidity; Diavolo had no doubt been in this situation many times before. She couldn’t hope to fake him out; it had all been tried before. And yet, he wasn’t a criminal mastermind. In putting her in her current circumstances, he had forgotten that she would end up naked and wet, so that when he grabbed for her, his grip slipped off her damp skin.

She made it past him, but Stefan and the other scavengers still blocked the door. V studied them, trying to find any way past the mob, while behind her, Diavolo unzipped his pants.

“Hot damn, but they make this part fun!” he cried. “Course, what’s really fun is what’s coming up. Go on, run for it, chickie. I like chasing almost as much as I like catching!”

He pulled out a monstrous erection that bobbed in front of his open fly as he moved. In a half crouch he advanced on her, his arms held out, ready to catch V. She could tell it wouldn’t be as easy to get out of his clutches as it had been the first time. She just hoped it was possible.

“You look real good, bitch. All that naked skin just waiting for me. And I like that wet little pussy too. But nothing’s as sexy as thinking of how many people are going to get off on this once we start spreading the XBD around. Babe, you’re an orgy and you don’t even know it yet.”

He lunged. V managed to kept just out of his reach, but she knew she couldn’t do it forever. Eventually, he would get her. Then he’d rape her. No, that wasn’t even the word for it. He would use her. Just a convenient hole to fuck. She wasn’t a person to any of these men, just a pair of tits, a trim waist, and a flaring ass. And even that paled in comparison to the opening hidden between her firm white thighs. That was what he really wanted.

“Keep away from me!” she shrieked, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. Her eyes happened upon the open door and the lock on the doorknob. That gave her an idea.

If she got to another room, she might be able to lock the door and keep these scavengers away from her, at least long enough to come up with a plan or some kind of defense.

Motivated by the idea, the terrified woman dropped to her hands and knees and scrambled between the legs of the men guarding the door. She was almost past them when she felt a hand close around her ankle. V reared back her other leg to kick, but it was grabbed just as quickly. She pulled fruitlessly at the carpet with a cold feeling growing in her gut.

There would be no escape for her, she realized, not with the scavengers all wanting the same thing. There was nothing she could do to even out the advantage their numbers gave them. They wouldn’t even squabble amongst themselves, because there was nothing to fight over. They’d just pass her around between them, her added degradation a little extra fun for their night.

To V, it was a matter of life and death. She didn’t know if she could take the humiliation of being raped, much less having it sold as an XBD. The threat of her victimization being seen by thousands—all of them experiencing what Diavolo did as his long, hard cock drove into her pink pussy—was enough to chill her to the bone.