Chapter 1 - Roofying Miyoung



“Don’t see a lot of pretty ladies like you in a shoddy place like this. You come here often?”




The light-haired woman merely smiled, continuing to swirl her drink on the counter. “Noooo, I’m just getting a drink before heading out. I just went to the nearest bar on Google Maps, to be honest.” It was true. Miyoung had just come to a smaller, rural town after getting off her flight. It was near Vegas, but still far enough where she had a sizable distance to travel to arrive there. 




The tall, shaven man leaned an arm on the shelf. “What brings you to town? Not a lot here, to be honest.” 




“I’ve got a little panel so I’m staying at the motel near here. Streamer event, you’ve heard of it?”




There was a pause before he responded. He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not very technologically inclined. Got my buddies to handle that stuff for me. Name’s Alex, by the way. Could I get yours?”




Miyoung peered at him. Even through the low and hazy purple lighting of the nightclub, it was easy to tell that the man was a cut above the rest. She decided to take a venture out there. “Miyoung.”




“Korean, huh? I’m half myself. Could I interest you in a good time with me and my friends?” 




Miyoung raised her eyebrows. “What the. I don’t know about that…” Some of the other guys started to crowd around her, bringing a generally raunchy, positive vibe. “Come on, we’ll show you some of our trademark hospitality!” Still, despite their friendly demeanor, Miyoung felt fairly uncomfortable being pressed up against in a dark space like this. 




“Um, could you maybe back off a bit? I’m feeling a little–”




“You heard the woman, get out of here you stinkin’ flies. You’re bothering my customer right now, it’s bad for business,” grunted a bit of a larger man as he started shooing away the stragglers. With a bit of a disappointed murmur, they all dispersed to regather in the corner of the establishment.




“Sorry about that, we get some seedy types around these parts,” he apologized while pouring out another glass. “I’m actually a big fan, Ms. Kkatamina.” He pointed his fingers inwards shyly. “It’s not every day we get a bonafide celebrity up in these parts. Here let me get you a free drink, on the house. What are you feeling tonight?” 




“Oh no no, it’s fine!” Miyoung said happily. It wasn’t every day she was recognized, being a much smaller streamer, and it was even less often for her to reap some benefits from it. She was flattered and happy about the offer, but her featured politeness stopped her from accepting the gift.




“Please, I insist. How ‘bout a small mimosa, c’mon? It’s really no trouble and it would absolutely make my day.”




“...Alright, fiiiiine.” He had pushed the right buttons. Miyoung would love to do something for a fan if it made them happy. The bartender turned around, pushing past counters to retrieve ingredients, before whipping something up quickly. He whirled it a little bit before handing it to her.




With the new drink in hand, Miyoung cheered toward a wonderful night. Things were shaping out to be great!




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“Another classic,” the bartender snorted. His slight twinge of an accent had disappeared. He grunted as he let go of her. Miyoung’s limp body fell on the floor mattress. She wasn’t unconscious, but she was entirely incoherent, barely being able to do anything. Her fluttering eyelids were an indicator that she wasn’t sure what was happening, just going along with any stimulus that was presented to her.




“Classic? Fuck you mean? I racked my brain for that one,” the first man replied, “If I didn’t tell you that bitch was sorta famous we’d never have gotten her up here.” 




“True. Pain in the ass to get her up here without anyone else in the bar seeing it.”




Alex snorted. “Yeah, because this place gets a shit ton of customers.”




“Can we hurry up and get started man, I’ve been waiting to rape this Asian slut from the moment she walked through the doors.” A man called out as he entered the room. A couple more guys filed in. “Your place never fails to disappoint Bill,” they complimented.




The bartender grinned. “Got this special room upstairs just for this. Never imagined we’d get such great use out of it.”




“Catch.” A metallic object flew over the air into another guy’s hands. “Get the recording going. I came up with the idea so I get first dibs.”




No one could really argue with that, so they obliged him, albeit grumbling and complaining. The man who hit on Miyoung originally got onto the mattress and started disheveling her clothes. He pulled her black sweater up to show off her fancy brassiere. The gang sneered at the ostentatious piece of cloth. “What a stuck-up bitch wearing that here,” one of them muttered, “Bitch was basically asking to get raped.” Continuing, Alex pulled her panties down from underneath her skit, leaving them on her ankle as he hoisted her leg onto his shoulder.




“No foreplay?” One of the guys mocked.




“Fuck if I care if the bitch feels good? I’m just trying to get off.”




The men who weren’t recording walked up and started to fondle Miyoung’s exposed figure, taking time to pinch her nipples or assault her mouth. A man started slobbering all over Miyoung’s face, molesting her mouth with his tongue in deep kisses. Her brows furrowed at the uncomfortable and strange sensation, but she made no attempts to push him off of her.




“Jesus chill out man, she isn’t going anywhere.”




“I gotta use her before you guys start fucking her mouth. I’m not trying to taste used goods, my man.”




The first guy grunted as he finally penetrated into her. For a brief moment, Miyoung’s eyes rolled up. Other than that, though, she wasn’t receptive to her violation. The mattress and her body shook as he continued pumping into her, wrapping both of his arms around her leg to get a better angle into her pussy.




“Damn, she looks tight as hell,” one of the guys said while cracking open a can of beer, “Who is she again?” 




“Some small celebrity or something,” he responded, still furiously thrusting into her.




“Word? Honestly, with this bod, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was on that Onlyfans grind.” 




“Nah she’s a streamer of some kind.”




“Same shit.”




Miyoung’s lifeless body rocked back and forth on the mattress as she continued to be ravaged. Her bra shuffled around on her neck above her breasts as her back arched. Small wheezes and gasps squeezed through her soft, luscious lips. It wasn’t much of a reaction at all, but it was enough to get the other guys hard. 




“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warned, still unrelentless in his hounding.




“Yo chill, finish outside dawg. I’ll kill you if I’m laying my piece down in your nut.” The gang clamored around him, getting his attention just in time for him to pull out, shooting a heavy load onto her tits and neck. Some of the white paste fell onto her black bra, contrasting it dirtily.




After finishing, he got up and walked to the fridge, getting a drink for himself. “Knock yourselves out.”




One of the buddies took his spot on the mattress, scooting her up the mattress a little so that her head was hanging off. There was no delay in his turn as he roughly started pounding her cunt. Hard strokes pushed into her, rocking her entire frame up. Even though her tits weren’t as big as some of their other victims, they still bounced up and down from the force. 




“Dude you stretched her out too much, it’s like fucking a warm plastic bag,” he complained.




“Nah she was like that before, you gotta hit her a little bit.”




“Word?” He pushed down on her womb, treating her walls like a human fleshlight around his cock. It wasn’t violent in nature, but the pressure placed on her stomach activated some of her brain receptors and, sure enough, Miyoung let out another gasp before clamping down on his dick. “Shit, that’s good!”




“I’m just gonna use her other holes, you guys are taking too long,” The bartender said impatiently. He crouched down to the other side, using his hands to cradle the back of her head, bringing it up so that her dainty mouth was in line with her throat. On his knees, he started raping her mouth. The two of them spit roasted Miyoung without a single concern for her well-being. Once they had started, the cameraman moved up to get a close-up of her bulging throat. 




She started getting passed around the group, each of them taking their turns with her open holes. Miyoung was tossed like a doll onto her stomach for a prone bone, then raised so that her ass was sticking up to pound her face deep into the mattress, and finished with a man carrying her to bounce her up and down his erect cock, allowing gravity to do the most it could. 




Once everyone had a go, the Korean man took back his spot. “I’m gonna breed her now, that fine with y’all or what?” 




The others told him to go for it, expecting to take their turns cumming inside of her long after. They had all the time in the world.




As he entered inside of her again, Miyoung slowly stirred to consciousness. A miracle, really, considering the dosage that had been spiked in her drink. She found herself on her back, disgustingly sticky everywhere, with a bad taste in her mouth. A jolt ran through her when she felt a girthy cock push into her cervix. 




“...what…hey… HEY!” She was stirred into a frenzy, flailing her arms while she quickly tried to process the situation she was in. She was semi-conscious during the entire gangbang, so it was hard to recollect what exactly had happened to her. All she knew, as she started smacking her arms weakly against the man currently assailing her, was that something very bad was happening. “Nonononono… I don’t… please !” The last word came out more as a squeal than a proper request.




Her struggles were futile, at best. Even if the drug had worn off enough for her to recollect herself, it left her weak and dazed. She didn’t have full access to her mental capacities just yet. Knowing this, he slapped her firmly to silence her ramblings. The pain crashed over her like a wave of heat and she simply laid there, shocked. “She’s up guys,” he called out to the rest of them, “Could you bring the camera over? I wanna get this for later.” He grabbed onto both her arms, pinning them down, as he continued to rape her. Miyoung teared up and clenched her teeth as she felt herself be violated completely, helpless in the current situation. One of the men brought over the camera, pointing the lens down to capture it all.




“It’s a good thing you woke up Miyoung,” he grinned cockily as he pistoned into her, “I was hoping to see your reaction when I knock you up.”




“Stop, I don’t want to, I don’t want it…” Her words slurred. She was trying to piece together sensible sentences, but it was proving too much of a task for her. Even though she woke up earlier than the men expected, the state she was currently in was exactly what they hoped for. Aware enough to realize the terrible situation she was in, but not conscious enough to be able to do anything about it.




Even though he had just started fucking her, the sudden development excited him too much to keep it in. “I’m gonna cum, fucking take it bitch, TAKE IT!” His final exclamation was conjoined with his most forceful push yet. His entire body overshadowed Miyoung’s as his chest fell firmly on top of her face, cock impaling her womb. It erupted intensely, spilling his virile semen all over her inner walls. He shuddered his entire body in sequence, pumping a couple of times to make sure every last drop had been firmly planted inside of her, and then got off to take a break. Miyoung sat up muddled and panicking, trying to use her fingers to scrape out the cum from inside of her.




“N-no… huh? I’m going to get pregnant. I can’t be pregnant,” she babbled.




“Dude get the camera on this, she’s trying to get it out,” one of the guys said, laughing. “It kinda looks like she’s playing with herself with homie’s cum inside of her. What a fucking slut!”




If any of the guys were worn out or tuckered from their session with her, this sudden display revitalized them. It was sick and twisted in a very depraved way. They didn’t realize it, since she had been barely conscious the entire time, but her pure and innocent attitude was an incredibly sexy contrast when put into the situation she was in now. They had assaulted many other women before, but most of them fought and screamed. Miyoung seemed genuinely confused and dazed, although it could’ve been due to her reaction to the drug.




All of the guys seemed to have one more in them, excited to take their turns with the disoriented woman. Miyoung was much more active in each of the sexual positions she was being subjected to, trying to crawl away from her captors or push them away. They took this opportunity to have Miyoung stand up on all fours like a dog to get pierced from the front to the back, taking a cock each in her pussy and throat. Whenever she fell down to the mattress in exhaustion, they would either grab her by her hair to bring her back up or slap her ass to domesticate her. Both methods worked as Miyoung slowly fell into a senseless spiral of appeasing the rapists in order to not get hurt. As a hidden feature, the chemicals were working to make sure that Miyoung was filled with utter euphoria while she was being raped, much to the confusion of her morality.




By the time the morning sunlight shined through the window on the second floor, most of the guys had finished up and were either knocked out in various places throughout the room, crashing on couches or walls or mattresses, or packed up, leaving back to their own places. Miyoung had been long since spent at this point. Although the drug had worn off a while ago, the fatigue from keeping up with all of the men had put her into a deep sleep. That didn’t stop them from using her as a cum rag for their pleasure, though, as a final man finished up with Miyoung, spurting inside of her for the last time that night. She took it all limply. As she lay there on her back, a puddle of cum could be seen spilling from her open cunt. The guy got up and dressed himself, yawning from weariness, before heading out.




“You’re gonna get her all dolled up for us for the future, right?” He called out to the bartender. The bartender was handling some gear in a cardboard box at the side. Indentations and tears in the cardboard signaled that it had been used many times before. 




“Yeah, yeah, I’ll put her through the works.” He grumbled. “Let’s see how long she’ll last. I’m hoping that this’ll be a good long-term investment.”




The guy smiled and closed the door shut.




In the following days, news broke out regarding Miyoung's disappearance. Her friends urged the public to give whatever information they had about where she could possibly be, but nothing ever surfaced. The police did as police do, hardly anything, even believing the bartender’s lies that Miyoung had only stopped by for a bit to get a drink before heading out, never to be seen again. A week passed, and then two, and after that point, hope was starting to become lost. The search continued, but it wasn’t as hot as it was before. 




All in the meanwhile, Miyoung was living her new life as the men’s cum dumpster. The state she was in was completely humiliating and degrading as a human being. She was being fed properly (at times) and cleaned (in pervasive ways), but her days were mostly filled with appeasing the men that hounded her. Now that she regained her senses, utter contempt and hate filled every fiber of her being, but she knew that any outburst she gave would be retaliated with an equally horrid punishment. To be fair, though, even when she was on her best behavior it didn’t guarantee that a horrible fate would befall her. She found that she would be used and tossed aside like a meat toilet for anything, the decision falling entirely to her kidnappers. 




The first couple of days of her capture had her completely naked. Her arms were bound with rope and she was blindfolded and gagged. The room could contain screams and shouts, but restricting Miyoung’s ability to talk dehumanized her into a simple fleshlight. It was more about degrading her and letting her know her place. When the guys came in to use her, they would pin the rope tying her hands down to the ground before railing her mercilessly. Sometimes they would bring it up, forcing her to ride them in cowgirl. She would stay squatting well above the men, but Miyoung’s knees would eventually give out on her, making her fall onto the men’s cock like a sexual torture device. Miyoung’s resistance was much more pronounced and lively now that she wasn’t drugged as hard, but the measures preventively taken ensured that nothing would go wrong no matter how badly they treated Miyoung. They had mainly amped her up on aphrodisiacs, making it so that each of her holes was hypersensitive. She would orgasm just by having a man’s foot press down onto her cunt, squirting her slick everywhere, so edging her worked particularly well.




“No one’s looking for you, you know?” One of them sneered as he took her anal virginity. Even through the gag, Miyoung’s shrill screams of pain could be heard. Not even the numbing agents of the chemicals would relieve her of this painal. Her tight cavity stretched and stretched as it was reshaped to be a hole for male pleasure. “You’re better off as a slut for us to use so just give up.” Miyoung’s grip tightened as tears formed in her eyes, dampening the blindfold. She didn’t even have the luxury of knowing which one of the men was fucking her in the moment. After a week in her position, though, she would learn to be able to identify who each person was by the feeling of their cock inside of her and how to best please them. Goes to show her innate talent as a slut.




Once Miyoung’s thrashing had subsided into silent, hateful clenching whenever she was being used, the group decided that the rope could come off. Replacing her outfit was a collar and chain attached to a pole in the ground. She had been moved up one level from an object to a slave. The blindfold and gag came off, instead coming on was a slutty lace outfit with holes cut out for easy access to her pussy and tits. Miyoung had grown subservient to the point where the men could provide her with different types of slutty outfits ranging from a maid outfit to a bunny suit and she would put them on without any pushback. 




“No!”




There was a day when Miyoung instinctively protested against something the guys wanted to try, triple penetration in this case, and they made sure to break her in. Alongside still ravaging her ass, pussy, and throat at the time, they starved her, leaving nothing but dog bowls filled with semen for her to consume. “You get to go back to being a pet,” they joked. Most of the time, the cum came from their sessions raping her. Although Miyoung felt relieved at the fact that the cum wasn’t going inside of her, seeing her juices, saliva, and their cum mixed together and placed into a bowl was disgusting. They didn’t give her the right to use her hands either, making her eat the thick, stinky spunk like a pig eating from out a kernel. The worst feelings came when she burped out its stench a couple of hours later, as it digested into her stomach acid. Two days of intaking nothing but their cum changed her to be a hopeless, subservient slut. 




Whenever any of the guys had time in their day, they would come to take a stop at their favorite bar to get a taste of their favorite “drink.” They weren’t the most secretive of people though, so eventually word would spread about the whore they had saved up in the basement, ready to take in as many cocks as possible at any time. This would normally be a positive development for Miyoung’s future, but unsurprisingly, as they were brought into the room to take their turns with her, they knew that if they had saved her from her situation they wouldn’t be able to use her anymore. The final glimpses of hope disappeared from her soul as one of the people who came in was outfitted in a police uniform. For a brief, brief moment, she had thought she was being saved. When he unbuckled his pants and sat down in front of her, grabbing her head and skullfucking her harder than anyone had done before, it all vanished.




After a full month passed, the search had mainly concluded. Her friends had lost hope and started to move on with their lives. Miyoung was left to be used at the will of her captors. Looking at her now, she was nearly unrecognizable. Her stylized hair was rough and patchy, seemingly stained forever by the sheer amount of cum that had found its way onto it. Any hints of make-up that adorned her face when she first came to the bar had vanished, replaced by a sunken, miserable expression. She was drugged up so that every time she was used she would feel ungodly pleasure, which she deeply hated each time a man had finished using her, leaving her sprawled on the mattress with her tongue hanging out.  There was a ticking internal timer inside of Miyoung reminding her that she had been impregnated a long time ago, with a child whose father she couldn’t be sure of. The men knew that. However, they also knew that they had a good couple of months before they would inevitably dump her out to the streets. In the meantime, they had all the time in the world to abuse her ever-tight holes and slutty body. All Miyoung had left was a hollow hopelessness as she knew that she would be continued to be raped for a long, long time.
