Chapter 3 - Daily Races

The pipes rattled and creaked inside the wall, banging loudly as water hissed through them. This crazy, awful sphere wasn’t a place Ciri wanted to be, nor did she have the least interest in staying any longer than she absolutely had to. But even she had to admit that indoor plumbing was better than some magic. Hot water poured out of the showerhead above her, splashing down on her body, rivulets of liquid trailing curving lines across her pale skin as steam rose around her in thick, swirling clouds. The feel of the water was like heaven, almost scalding and enough to leave her skin red and stinging. No slowly heating water over the fire and filling a tub, just turn a tap and let the warmth come spilling out. She wished she understood how it worked, she’d have installed it anywhere she called home when she got back to her own sphere. It was, truly, the only thing she enjoyed in this wretched place. 


And then she heard the door creak, and a gust of cool air washed in, making her shiver and her skin goosebump despite the hot water. Ciri felt her heart sinking and she didn’t want to look over at the door. She knew who it was, who it had to be - couldn’t he let her have at least this once place? One single place where she could be calm and feel safe? 


No, of course not. He didn’t care about how she felt, only in getting her to pay off her rent. 


“Hey there,” Bryce called as he shut the door to the bathroom behind him, clicking the lock and giving Ciri a lazy grin. “Been looking all over for you.”


The smile slowly slid off his face, his expression serious and more than a little annoyed as he shucked off his shirt and started toward her, letting her take in the broad expanse of his chest. Gleaming charcoal skin and bright chrome already dull under a layer of condensation. 


“I shouldn’t have to search for you just so you can pay your rent,” he growled, undoing the button of his pants. “Might give me the wrong idea, might make me think you’re trying to fucking hide from me.” 


His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her throat, and then he was in the shower with her, her tits pressed against his chest as he slammed her into the wall and leaned in close, his face just inches from hers. 


“There’s no place you can hide from me, bitch. I fucking own you until you get me my money. So stop trying to dodge your fucking responsibility.”


Ever since she’d tried and failed to scrape up the cash to pay Bryce, Ciri had been falling further and further into a cycle of failure. She couldn’t get the rest she needed to recharge her magic because she spent every day being brutally fucked by the hulking, part-metal man. Hours and hours every single day spent wrapped around his cock, feeling it hammer her womb or bulge her throat. He treated her like a toy and it left her too battered and exhausted to recover. 


So every day he used her meant another day in this world, which meant another day she’d have to pay him his rent. And so the cycle continued, and Ciri had no idea of how she was going to break it. Avallac’h was getting better by the day, but Ciri was as magically exhausted as she’d been the moment they’d tumbled into this neon-soaked hell. Part of her was worried that if this kept up, she’d never recover, and the rest of her life would be spent here, like this. 


“I’m sorry,” she said, voice shaking slightly. She’d learned that the proper way to deal with Bryce was to submit. You didn’t argue, you didn’t tell him no, you let him take what he wanted and do what he wanted. It ground against her nerves to simply nod and simper like a joytoy, but it was the easiest and least painful path, and as demeaning as it was she’d learned to walk it every day. “I didn’t mean to hide, but… but I’m sorry you had to come looking for me.”


“Mmmm,” Bryce grunted, letting go of her so she could stagger away from the wall. He sounded disappointed, as if her not giving him a reason to be angry was somehow a letdown. “Well, let’s get your rent paid for today. You’re lucky your little stunt means I don’t have much time.”


Ciri, as she was spun around, doubted that she was lucky. Not as a wrist-thick cock lined up with her cunt and rammed home in a single, brutal motion that made her scream. Bryce was so big, he lifted her off the ground for a moment, her toes leaving the slippery shower floor as he held her aloft on that black breeding spike, head drilling at her cervix. Nor did she feel all that lucky as he wrenched her arms back, gripping them both at the wrist for use as a handle as he started to fuck her properly. 


Water made terrible lube, but so many days of abuse meant Ciri was always wet when Bryce walked into the room, and her sopping cunt swallowed him up without effort. It wasn’t that she was turned on by his broad, strong chest or his dark skin or his monstrously pleasurable cock. No, it was just a means of self-defense, a way to lessen the pain she felt as he hammered her like a smith working iron, beating the impurities of dignity and self-respect out of her until he was left with nothing but slutty, black cock obsessed slut. He shoved her hard against the glass wall of the shower, the plate rattling with every rough thrust he drove into her. Ciri was afraid it was going to break with the force he was using to drive into her. Hell, she was afraid she was going to break under the power of his hips, they were pounding like a piston, punishing her white bitch pussy and battering her cervix as she rose up onto the tips of her feet to try to escape. But he had her arms locked tight, and simply hauled her back down, forcing her to meet a rising thrust of his cock that made her see stars and drove the breath out of her. 


Her breasts were pressed flat against the glass, her breath spilling fog across the cool glass only to be washed away by the spray of water. She could feel Bryce speeding up again and her voice rose in a high, warbling whine that echoed off the tile as he fucked her, the sharp clap of their skin bouncing back and forth off the walls. He must really have been in a hurry because it was barely half an hour before she heard him start to grunt, his grip tightening on her arms until her shoulders burned in protest. 


“Ready, bitch?”


“N-no…”


“Good.”


With one last thrust that crushed Ciri between glass and man, Bryce dumped his balls into her. The first time they’d been together she’d thought he had just been backed up, but their every ‘payment’ afterward had proven otherwise. He just came that much normally, thick and gooey and backed up cum that he could apparently produce by the pint. It poured into Ciri, heat warming the center of her that the shower couldn’t reach, a steamy deluge traveling in the opposite direction of the warm water. But rather than working his hips and trying to fuck his sticky load into her very womb, Bryce pulled out before he was completely done, his last few ropes splattering across the insides of her thighs. 


For a moment she wondered if this was some kind of kindness, that he pulled out rather than leave her bloated and aching. But she soon realized it was just another kind of humiliation. The instant the warm water touched his cum, like every man, it became a thick wad of impossibly sticky putty, clinging to her legs, her lips, and her folds. A mess that would take a fucking hour to properly scrub away. And Bryce just laughed, getting out of the shower and leaving her to clean up - and taking her towel to dry himself off, too, the bastard. 


+++++++


“You don’t make it easy to focus,” Avallac’h replied wearily, trying to sink back into the calm and poise he normally strove for. It was going to take work for Ciri and him to make their way back to their own sphere when their magic had finally returned, they had jumped blindly from their home with no destination in mind, and it would take some work to chart a course that would bring them back. Preferably one that would not leave them exhausted and helpless, just in case Eredin was waiting for them. And so he had been trying to meditate, notes strewn around him on the bed as he closed his eyes and tried to focus, marshaling the complex strings of runes and equations that would lead them through the dark between spheres. Trying and failing, because someone just wouldn’t shut up!


“Ciri! Stop that pathetic whining!” the elf snapped, his tone dripping acid as he cracked an eyelid to take in the scene in front of him. 


It was, unfortunately for his concentration, a rather familiar sight. Paying rent was a common way for Ciri to spend most of her day. She’d tried to get a job a few different times, but finding something that paid the outrageous amount Bryce was charging was apparently quite difficult - and either she wasn’t brave enough to tell Bryce they were leaving for somewhere cheaper, or she just didn’t want to find another place for them to stay. Either way, that meant it was very firmly the young sorceress's fault, and therefore her responsibility.


Which was why she was currently bent over the cheap kitchen counter and was screaming her lungs out as Bryce fucked her ass with every ounce of strength she had. Ciri was wailing like a banshee, her voice raw and tears flooding down her cheeks as the huge, augmented man pounded at her ass, his hips crashing against the wobbling globes with so much force her arms had to push against the wall in front of her or be shoved face-first into the cheap plaster. Every impact rippled through her body, down through her thighs, and up into her wildly bouncing tits. 


“Your friend told you to shut the fuck up, ain’t you gonna listen?” Bryce snarled, his fingers digging into her hips so deep he was leaving bruises. But he didn’t care, her ass was the best damn thing he’d ever felt, even if she did scream like she was being stabbed until he got it properly loosened up. 


“Too big! Please, y-your dick is too big! It’s splitting me in twoooooo,” Ciri wailed, her voice cracking. No matter how many times Bryce took her like this, it never got any easier. That fat, black log of flesh was just too big for her body to take, her stomach was bulging out each time he hilted into her, her poor pucker burning as he hammered her guts. 


“Damn right it’s too big,” her landlord agreed through gritted teeth. “That’s why you can’t shut up, because this fucking black dick is too damn good. Right?”


Ciri hesitated for a moment, and Bryce brought his hand down hard. The crack of flesh on flesh made Avallac’h wince even as Ciri screamed out in pain. Already a red handprint was appearing on her ass, vivid against her paper-white skin. He never got tired of just how pale she was, and every day Bryce considered himself lucky that this stupid piece of ass tripped right into his lap. 


“Fucking white sluts like you love black dick so much you can’t stop screaming about how good it is. How big it is. Like you’re trying to fucking advertise,” Bryce continued, hips still pumping like a machine. Balls the size of apples swung forward to slap against her thighs, leaving wet splatters of pre and fem cum along with red impact marks.


Avallac’h sighed inwardly, shaking his head as he tried to tune out the two humans rutting like the animals they were. His work wasn’t progressing at any decent speed, but then Ciri’s magic wasn’t back yet, so what was the rush? She just wasn’t getting time to rest with Bryce and his friends using her every day, hammering her into stupified exhaustion. Often times they didn’t even bring her back to the apartment, just left her sprawled in a quivering heap wherever they were when they finally got bored of her. 


Still, as annoying as it was to be interrupted, it did his heart good to see the sorcerous suffering like this. It was her fault they were trapped in this disgusting, metal-polluted world, and he was only growing more sick of it by the day. There was nothing to eat that was natural, no fresh fruit or real meat to be had, just things that had been chemically processed so many times it was like something else had already eaten them. The bitter stench of pollution in the air, the tang of metal in the water. It was all an affront to the sage, and he was looking forward to leaving this place. 


“Fucking beg for it, cunt, I’m about to flood your guts,” Bryce snarled, and Avallac’h had to fight down a thin-lipped smile. Finally, it seemed he’d be able to concentrate soon. Just a few more minutes of distraction - less if Ciri didn’t try to act all stubborn. 


Thankfully, the Witcher seemed to be in a properly submissive mood - or her ass just hurt enough that she didn’t want to drag things out. She pleaded and begged for Bryce to cum, and the man drove home with a roar. His hand came down on her ass in time with the throbbing twitches of his cock, cum bubbling and gurgling as it poured up into Ciri’s depths, filling her and filling her until she felt her stomach get all hot and heavy, bloating and drooping slightly under the weight off all the cum, pancaking against the top of the counter. 


With a sucking, slurping pop Bryce pulled free and gave her reddened cheeks one last pat. And then he was tucking himself away and leaving without so much as a ‘thanks’ or a ‘see you tomorrow’. He was at least polite enough to give Avallac’h a nod of acknowledgment as he pulled the door shut behind him, leaving elf and Witcher alone in the stuffy, cum-reeking apartment. 


Cum bubbled out of Ciri’s gaping, ruined ass. Her poor pucker twitching weakly as it tried to close, filled past capacity with a lake of frothy, gooey fuck muck. It drooled down the crack of her ass, pouring over her pussy and thighs before dripping down to the cheap floor, soft little plaps of impact as thick wads fell in a steady stream. She kept moaning softly to herself, whimpering and even sniffing occasionally as she lay there, making no move to gather herself up or clean up. 


Fine, just so long as she didn’t interrupt him again.


“Maybe now you could manage to be quiet?” AVallac’h asked coldly as he closed his eyes once more, focusing on the transition equation instead of the leaking, twitching Witcher. “And could you please ask Bryce if you can pay rent in his apartment tomorrow? I’m close to a breakthrough and I don’t want you ruining it.”


+++++


They’d found her. 


Ciri didn't know how, maybe they'd followed her? Maybe they'd seen her the rare few times she'd managed to stagger out of the apartment in the last two weeks? Or maybe she was just born unlucky. She didn't know, and there wasn't anything she could do about it now.


"It's the price you pay to operate in our territory, sweetheart," Red explained as she dragged Ciri's lips up and down the gleaming metal length of her cock, enjoying the way her lips smeared frigid blue with each stroke.


"Normally we'd take a cut of what you're earning, but…" Raven glanced around the room, clearly not impressed by what she saw. The dingy, single-room apartment was barely more than fifteen feet across, all told, and it was far from the height of luxury. Really, it was just this side of squalid if Ciri was honest. 


"So instead, we'll take our cut out of this cute little ass!” 


Red leaned far, far forward, tits pressing against Ciri’s back as she laid a brutal spank on the young Witcher's ass, making it bounce and ripple. She seemed to enjoy the sight, enough so that she gave it another pair of spanks before gripping it hard, burying her tanned digits deep into the pale, pillowy flesh and giving it a rough wobble, shaking it around like it was a new toy as she giggled happily. Leaning forward like that had buried every inch of her cock inside Ciri’s throat, and she was struggling beneath Red, back arching as she pushed and thrashed. It felt like her jaw was about to dislocate, that steel beam of a cock was crushing her, blocking her air, and she mumbled something as she tried to get free. 


But she couldn’t back up, not with Raven buried in her ass, stretching her wide as merciless steel pummeled her guts and bulged her flat stomach out obscenely. Her little pucker was getting used to being ravaged, but it still hurt like hell and so gooey black tears streaked her cheeks. And with the twin to Red’s rod buried in her rump, she was spit-roasted in place with nowhere to go and no way to escape. Her lips pressed tight against Red’s pelvis, and Raven’s hips nestled against her rump. Her bucking got more frantic, more desperate, and with a little huff of frustration Red finally pulled back, yanking her cock free in a wash of spit and leaving Ciri to clutch at her, coughing and hacking up thick wads of frothy spit and synthetic cum. 


"But I'm not working!" Ciri managed to wail, her voice rough from how hard they'd worked her throat. 


Her face was in nearly as bad of shape as her throat, smeared thickly with spit and cum and makeup. The two whores had taken the time to get Ciri all dolled up before they had fun, putting lipstick on nice and thick, as well as several layers of mascara and eyeshadow. And now it was all running, melting, and smearing as she cried and got cockslapped, looking every bit like the kind of hard-used whores she had so looked down on in their first meeting. Raven was starting to understand why so many clients liked seeing her and Red like that, it was almost unbearably sexy. 


"Then how are you paying for this 'lovely' little nest?" Raven asked, arching a perfect eyebrow, voice thick with sarcasm. "I doubt you have a real job, you don’t leave often enough for that. And I know Bryce from around, there’s no way he’s letting you stay here for free. So either you’re independently wealthy…”


“And if you were, you wouldn’t have been selling a kitschy necklace for a few grand,” Red chimed in helpfully, stroking herself over Ciri’s face so thick streams of syrupy, synthetic pre poured all over the pale girl’s face. 
 
“So you have to be fucking Bryce,” Raven finished, giving a rough spank that made Ciri gasp in pain as her hand found the bruises her landlord had left the other day. “And that means your selling yourself on our turf.”


“I-I didn’t think-” Ciri began, panic rising in her voice. Once she could have handled these two without even blinking, but her magic was so reduced, and this world had broken her and beaten her so far down that she felt actual fear as the two whores casually threatened her. 


“Shhhhhh,” Red said, laying a finger on her lips. “We know you didn’t. Not a thought in that empty little head of yours.”


“And you being stupid isn’t our problem,” Raven said, starting to pick up speed again, her hips slapping against Ciri’s ass, wrecking ball nuts swinging in to crack and smack against the inside of her thighs. “But you’re a lucky girl because Bryce said we couldn’t make good on our threat and gut you open.”


Ciri whimpered, and Raven groaned as she felt her tighten up, clenching involuntarily in a way that milked the whore’s cock and actually silenced her for a moment. Red picked up the stream as her partner shivered in pleasure. 


“So, instead, he worked out a deal with us. We get a cut of you. Once a week, we get two hours with you. Anything goes, as long as we don’t break you.”


Wide-eyed and speechless, Ciri stared up at the crimson-haired whore, not believing what she was hearing. The woman was smiling brightly as if she wasn’t talking about buying and selling Ciri like… like she was a whore…


Just like them. 


Cirilla Riannon - Witcher, Child of the Elder Blood, and Princess of Citra, now nothing more than another pair of cheap fuckholes to be bought and sold. A hot little cocksleeve to be wrapped around an aching, leaking cock like the toy she now was. No more pride, no more resistance, no more dignity or respect. Just a cheap whore, disrespected even by the other streetwalkers.


And lining her cock back up with Ciri’s mouth, Red did her best to help make sure Ciri truly understood her place in this new world. 


+++++++


“Damn, and you have this on tap daily?”


“Bitch has to pay her rent somehow.”


Laughter filled the luxurious room, drowning out the whimpering, gurgling sounds Ciri was making as the trio of men did their best to make the disgraced Witcher very nearly airtight. Fat, black cocks plugged each of her holes, pounding into her with enough force to bounce her body this way and that. Each man paid no heed to the others, or worried about finding a rhythm, each cared only about their own pleasure and so she was being knocked back and forth between them, battering hips forcing her this way and that. 


She’d lost track of how long they’d been going, or even how many men had used her. Bryce had brought her up to his apartment that afternoon and told her he was going to be entertaining some friends and he needed to keep them happy. He’d been vague about it, but she’d known it was going to be rough when he’d offered to make it count as three days worth of rent. And while she wanted to tell him to stuff it, she hadn’t been able to turn the offer down. Two days without being forced to ‘work’, two days to simply recover while Avallac’h worked on the spell in peace was exactly what they needed, and might be enough to get them both out of her. Her magic was coming back, if slowly, and two days might be enough. She hoped it would be enough. 


But she’d have to survive this, first. 


Condoms hung from her hair, locks of snowy white tied into the knot of the heavy, overfilled balloons, and they bounced and slapped against her face as the men fucked her. Cum dripped down her skin, her arms soaked past the wrist with gooey loops of off-white. It soaked into her hair, transforming luxurious locks into tangled mats, and it was smeared all over her face, tinted black from her ruined mascara. And none of it was the same shade, some of it was obviously synthetic, some natural, and some in the vastness between, ‘augmented’ by cyberware and bioware into something that was far stickier, hotter, and more virile than should have ever been possible. 


The men, too, were all different. While some had been mostly natural, others had been heavily augmented. Everything from black lengths of natural meat, to fully-chromed slabs decorated with nubs or bumps. Vibrators had buzzed away inside of her, and little pads had delivered tiny shocks of orgasmic pain right to her nerves. 


She was a mess, Ciri knew. Her eyes were heavily lidded and her face a ruin of cum, makeup, and spit. But she held on, grimly clinging to the chrome thighs of the man who was plundering her throat, barely even gagging as he cored her out and cut off her air. Behind her, two men were sharing her holes, cocks grinding and sliding against each other through the thin barrier of her body, chrome studs bumping over a pulsing, natural cock. Neither seemed to mind the frothy mess that had already been left inside Ciri by their friends, a mix of a dozen different men that made every thrust slippery and smooth. 


“And she doesn’t mind?”


“Who cares,” Bryce shrugged. “She agreed to it and she hasn’t put money in my hand since, so she has to be alright with it. And she cums almost every time, so she has to be into it, the freaky bitch.”


Bryce was on the couch, a small tube dangling from his lip as smoke swirled up from the end. His cock poked out through his open pants and he was lazily stroking himself as he watched the show, trying to work himself up for a fifth or sixth round. He’d been there all day, even as various people cycled through. She’d heard him make a few deals, heard him buying and selling things she didn’t recognize and didn’t want to know about, and he’d made plenty of use of her ass. 


And made sure to humiliate her plenty.


“You really get off on this shit?” the man in her ass asked, laughing in disbelief as he trailed a finger over the blotchy red marks other men had left all over the young woman's ass. “Fuck, that’s pathetic. Little bitch likes getting abused, huh? Likes being a cocksleeve for black dick?”


Ciri mumbled something in response, and the man in her throat groaned, hands tugging painfully on her hair as he doubled over, pushing down hard on the back of her head and grinding her nose into his pelvis. 


“Stop making her talk,” he grunted, hips bucking upward even as he pushed Ciri down. “Feels fucking weird.”


“Not my fault we can make her do this!”


The cock in Ciri’s cunt sparked, and she screamed as static charge played across her nerves, making them feel like fire even as pleasure slammed up into her brain. Her walls clenched and her throat spasmed as she lost control of her voice, letting out a muffled wail that made the man she was throating groan and slap her. 


“Fuck, man. I’m already having trouble holding on, I…. I… ah, fuck.”


With a growl he dragged himself out of her mouth and slapped his cock down on her face, pressing his balls against her lips as she fought for breath, forcing her to breath in the thick smell of musk and sweat as she coughed and sputtered. His cock drummed against her pretty face as he huffed and whimpered and then poured cum all across her forehead and hair, thick sheet of murky white spilling down her face and nearly gluing her eyes shut even as it tangled in her already messy bangs. 


“Don’t worry, man, you can come over whenever if you want another piece,” Bryce said from the couch. “Just let me know and we can work out payment.”


“F-fucking worth,” the man groaned, staggering over to a chair and dropping heavily down into it to catch his breath. 


The last two men left inside her picked up speed, apparently just as close as their friend had been. She felt them twitching inside of her, heard the sound of their labored breathing as they rammed home, first one then the other. And then they were flooding her, adding to the sloppy lake in her womb and the mess up in her guts. Hot cum bubbled and surged inside of her and she groaned quietly, fingers digging at the man beneath her as he grinned cockily up at her. Together the two pumped her full, leaving her already swollen stomach heavy and jiggling slightly as they pulled out and dumped her to the floor. 


Dimly, she heard men talking above and around her, and then the sound of footsteps and the door to the apartment shutting, leaving her facedown in the soft carpeting that covered Bryce’s apartment. With a shaky groan, Ciri hauled herself over to the couch, slumping back against it for support as she stared off at nothing, her breathing heavy and ragged. It felt like she’d just run a marathon, but… she’d done it. 


“That was the last of ‘em,” Bryce said, patting Ciri on the shoulder as he gave her a rare smile. And then grimaced, shaking cum off his hand before using a dry patch of her hair as a towel. “You did fucking great out there today, snowbunny. Lotta guys will agree to anything when they’re getting their soul sucked out through their dick. Take the next two days off, I’ll even send some food by.”


She was about to thank him when he tugged at her hair, forcing her to roll over so she was face first in his crotch, rather than leaning back against the couch. 


“But before you’re done, I think I need one last round…”


