Chapter 2 - Worn-Out Faces

"Hey, cutie. Looking for some fun?" Came the raucous, leering voice of one of the corner workers as Ciri set foot outside of her apartment. It had taken her more than an hour to scrub herself clean of the smell of sex, though the reek of Bryce's cum lingered in her sinuses - as well as some of his cum, in all probability. But she had things she needed to do if she wanted to avoid a repeat, she needed to make money and there was only one way she knew how. She tried not to curse as she heard the voices shout out to her, though her hands clenched at her side, aching to grab for a sword that wasn’t there. Ciri had heard them near constantly ever since she arrived in this awful place, a grating come-on shouted to every passerby that drifted through the rough, crumbling neighborhood.


They'd kept her up most of last night, their voices harsh and cawing like birds. Cackling and whistling at the men and women who wandered by - and sometimes the noises would become far more carnal as some interested passerby took a sample of what they had to offer. They were never silent, though, even when a John picked one up the other stayed on the corner, drumming up more business in a voice that cut through the fog of sleep and left Ciri staring up at her cracked and crumbling ceiling.


"Leave me alone," the young Witcher snapped, picking up her pace and staring straight ahead, eyes downcast and shoulders slightly hunched. She didn't even want to look at the women too closely, as she hurried along the sidewalk. She was well aware that brothels existed in Cintra, and what the women there did. But even they were more circumspect about it, and the way these women were dressed... Immodest was too polite a word for it, they were dressed in what looked like finger-thin straps of some kind of leather or plastic, wrapped around their bodies in a tight web that left nothing to the imagination.


Of course, her own clothing wasn't the most modest at the moment. The clothes she'd been wearing had been ruined on arrival, and the replacements Bryce had been willing to give her were less than entirely comfortable. The shorts were more like underwear, leaving almost the entirety of her thighs uncovered, pale and creamy under the neon street signs. Her top wasn't much better, showing off her cleavage with a plunging neckline that was just this side of public exposure, and left her midriff bare. Her boots probably covered the most out of all her clothes, coming up nearly to her knees and giving her an extra inch or two in height. 


"Aw, don't be like that, cutie," one of them tittered, cooking a hip as Ciri came closer. She had to pass right by them to get where she was going, and her shoulders were tensing the closer she got. "No need to be shy, you're in Night City now. You come with me and well give ya a proper big city welcome, show ya how things work around here~"


A hand, all shining metal reached out and gave Ciri's ass a tight little pinch that made the young woman let out a little shriek and jump backward. The two women laughed uproariously, and Ciri felt her face flush red with anger. She'd had a rough few days now, and humiliation and worry bubbled into anger inside of her. She'd had to deal with so much, just swallow down so much abuse and mistreatment to stay safe. Submission did not come easily to Ciri, and even as she'd begged Bryce for mercy, it had left her feeling bitter anger. And now it all came bubbling out at once, cold fury that lasted out at the first 'safe target'.


"I said leave me alone you freaks!" She snarled, her voice edged with red fury, hands clenching at her sides. If she'd had her magic at that moment she might well have given in to darker urges. "If you touch me with that clockwork arm of yours again, I swear I'll break it off and scatter the pieces across the gutters!"


The two women stepped back, obviously surprised by the sudden outburst. But their eyes weren't scared, beneath all the thick makeup there was anger that Ciri didn't see. These women worked the streets of Night City, and they had seen worse than some country bumpkin throwing a tantrum. But that didn't mean Ciri was going to get a pass. Come to their street and insult them, would she? Oh, there would have to be a price for showing that level of disrespect.


"Should at least have some respect for yourselves," Ciri muttered as she shoved past, impotent fury boiling in her blood. If she only had her magic, she would have made this whole world pay. 


But she didn't. All she had was a sword and an empty coin purse, and a desperate need to fill it. And while this world was full of monsters, there seemed to be no money in slaying them. So her sword stayed in its sheathe and in her room and she had to find other ways. Letting her hand drop to her side, she let her fingers drift across the dull surface of her medallion, hanging from its chain at her belt. The familiar, snarling cat’s head reassuring under her touch, reminding her of home and better times. The thought of parting with it made her heart ache, but the thought of staying here was far far worse. 


Bryce had given her directions to a pawnshop when she'd begged him for more time, and while it was a stupid and cruel answer to her pleas, it was also her only option. Just a few blocks away, down streets sunk in shadow and gaudy, eye-hurting color. It wasn't hard to find, even for Ciri, the shop sign glowing a bloody red, the windows covered in bars to keep safe the heaps of junk piled up for display behind them. There was no bell when she tugged the door open, nothing that announced her presence, but the dark-skinned man behind the counter looked up the moment the door opened, fixing her with a cold stare that made her shudder. One of the man's eyes was entirely glass and metal. His face a patchwork of twisted scars around the battered steel plate from which an ugly, ominous red lens stared out. He was a big man, not as broad as her landlord, but towering over Ciri. His arms bare arms were corded with lean muscle, and tattoos stood in stark color against dusky skin. His face quirked in a little half-smile as he saw her, eyes raking across her body as she approached the counter.


"And what can I do for you, little lady," he asked, his voice deep and rumbling and friendly. "Looking to buy? Sell? Exchange? Ol' Zabida has everything you could want, long as you have a deep enough wallet."


The man was friendly as he leaned over the counter, a gold tooth gleaming in his dazzlingly white smile. But there was an edge to him, an undercurrent to his words that left Ciri nervous and uncomfortable. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her as she fumbled at her side, undoing the latches of her medallion and laying it on the battered, scuffed glass countertop.


"I'm looking to sell," she told him, unable to meet the horrible, ugly gaze of his inhuman eye. What had happened in this world, that made men so willing to deface and profane themselves with dead, magic-less metal? 


"Jewelry, huh?" The man grunted, picking up the medallion, and Ciri had to stop herself from jerking it out of his grip. It looked so delicate against his huge, dark fingers. "Don't do a lot of that, most of it around here is stolen…"


The not-quite accusation hung in the air meaningfully as the man turned it over, soft noises coming from the glowing lense of his eye as he examined the medallion. 


“It’s solid silver,” Ciri offered as blocky, scarred fingers turned the medallion over and over. 


The only response was silence, and then the man sighed and tossed the medallion onto his counter, it bounced and clattered against the glass. 


“Six hundred eddies,” he grunted. “Best I can do since it’s stolen.”


“It’s not-”


“Do you have papers? Proof of ownership?” the owner asked, raising his one good eyebrow. “Yeah, didn’t think so. You’re lucky I don’t tell you to hop while I call NCPD. But the last thing I want is to be holding something hot and give them an excuse to dig around in here.”


Ciri felt her heart sink in her chest, a numb heaviness slowly spreading through her. Six hundred wasn’t anywhere near enough, it was barely even half of what she needed for a day - and she’d been hoping to get several day's worth, at least!


"But… but I need more than that!"


"It's not worth more."


"I… you can't!" Ciri almost wailed, desperation filling her chest, tears nearly coming to her eyes. It was all she had, and it wasn't enough? She didn't know if she could stand another night with her landlord, her body couldn't take it, he'd break her! "Please, I need the money."


“I’d give ya more for skin,” the man shrugged, his real eye gleaming malevolently as he once more looked Ciri up and down. “Cute, pale little thing like you? Not often I see that walk into my shop, I’d give ya another six.”


Ciri swallowed, that familiar feeling of stomach twisting embarrassment and disgust boiling up inside of her as the man leaned forward and leered at her. The very idea was awful, but… hadn’t she already done it? Wasn’t a quick flash of skin better than another night of brutal fucking? And it would mean she’d have enough for at least a full day, which was good. But she could feel it would take more than that for her magic to return, and she needed food and medicine for Avallac'h.


“A-and what would you pay to get a touch?” she asked, the words burning her throat like bile as shame burned her cheeks.


The man laughed, his dark and rich voice booming in the cramped space of the shop. 


“Not such a shy little thing after all, huh? Bet that act gets you plenty of customers. You're in luck because I like my joytoys pale so I’ll give you fifteen total if you let me grab a feel of those cute little tits of yours.”


Slowly, hesitantly, and hating herself for it, Ciri nodded, swallowing against the lump in her throat. The man’s grin widened, gold flashing.


“Lock the door, and shut off the ‘open’ sign. I want to take a look at what I’m buying.”


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Hands sunk deep into Ciri’s breasts as the young Witcher let out a grunt of pain. The pawn store owner was every bit as gentle and thoughtful as her landlord, kneading and working her breasts without a care of the pain he was causing her. Roughly calloused hands, dark as old leather, scraped against the pale globes as the man cupped her tits, hands so big his palms covered nearly the whole of her modest rack. His fingers spanned the entirety of each globe, encompassing each of them in a cage of dark digits. He held her close to him, pulling her back against his strong chest as they stood together in a side room full of junk electronics, though Ciri couldn’t identify a single thing in the tangle of metal, wire, and plastic. Part of her was glad, for it meant she hadn’t been in this wretched place so long she was becoming familiar with it. But part of her wished she could catalog the detritus, just to give her mind some escape, some distraction from what was happening to her. 


“Not sure these were worth fifteen,” the store owner grunted, sounding annoyed even as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. Slowly, cruelly, he tugged at the soft, pink nubs, stretching them outward as Ciri squirmed against his chest. He pulled until she let out a cry, and then released, letting her tits bounce free for a moment before he scooped them up again and went right back to kneading them like pale bread dough. “I mean, they’re nice enough, and they feel natural, but…”


He shook his head, sounding disgusted even though she could feel his cock pressing against her from behind, rubbing against her ass as her flesh bulged between his fingers, going red under his attention. 


“Nah, definitely not worth fifteen. You want that much, why don’t you bend over and show me that cute little butt of yours.”


“But fifteen was what you originally offered!” Ciri protested, stunned by the man’s audacity. 


“It’s called an estimate, cutie,” the man replied, entirely unmoved by her outburst. “I can’t give a proper appraisal until I get my hands on the item and give it a proper examination. And after examining those tits, I don’t think they’re worth an eddie over ten.”


“And how do I know you won’t stiff me once I have my pants down?”


“You don’t,” he shrugged, letting go of her breasts. Stepping back, he let her stew for a moment, still standing there stupidly with her tits hanging out and throbbing painfully. “Guess it all comes down to how much faith you have in that fat white ass, don’t it?”


Ciri felt her teeth grind together, helpless anger washing back and forth in her chest as her hands tightened into fists and she subconsciously began to draw up her magic. But there was nothing to answer the call, her talent too weary and burnt out from her flight to do more than stir weakly inside her chest. She had no power here. No leverage. No allies. She was helpless, and there wasn't a single thing she could do to change her situation for the better. It was a new feeling, and one she had already grown to loathe more than anything. 


Her top was already unbuttoned, hanging on either side of her breasts, and her hands drifted down to her shorts. She undid them and bent forward, slowly drawing them down, a slow motion that revealed the thick curve of her cheeks, and then down her juicy thighs. Leaving her bare and exposed in front of a man she'd known for less than five minutes. His dark hands were eager, reaching out to slowly glide across the plump globes of her ass, fingers trailing feather-light across silky smooth skin. For a moment the touch was almost gentle, a lover's caress rather than something cruder. But then the man lashed out, quick as a thought, and Ciri let out a cry as his hand smacked hard across her ass, leaving a red mark and making the thick flesh clap and quake, ripples spreading through doughy softness as the man laughed crudely. There was nothing gentle about how he dug his fingers into her ass, how he bounced each cheek in his palm to hear them slap heavily against his calloused hands. He pried them apart, studying her tight little pucker with an intensity that made her shudder, practically able to hear his hunger as the lens of his eye whirled softly and focused.


"I can't even lie to you," he said, his voice almost reverent. "This ass is worth fifteen, easy. Damn, girl, but if you aren't the nicest piece I've had walk through my door."


He was complimenting her even as he degraded her with his touch. Coal dark fingers burying themselves in yielding softness, squeezing and working her like bread dough, threatening to leave bruises as he worked her over. He liked her body, was impressed by it more than her landlord had been, and that meant it was worth more to him


*Be smart*, Ciri told herself. *Hate yourself all you want for doing this, but at least be smart. One time or a dozen is an easy choice.*


“How…. h-how much would you pay to fuck my ass?” Ciri asked, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as the words poured out of her in a rush. She hated this city so much, hated what she’d been reduced to in order to survive. But this man seemed willing to give her a better deal than her landlord was, and as much as she hated making the offer, hated lowering herself to such a disgraceful level, it was the smart thing to do. 


Not that it made things any easier.  


There was a sharp inhale of breath, and then the man started chuckling, fingers sinking deep and yanking, pulling her back against his body. She looked up into his grinning face, gold and steel gleaming as he loomed over her.


"You offering?"


"If you got the e-eddies," she managed, stumbling slightly over the unfamiliar term. "I'll let you have it for… f-for another thirty." That would be five thousand, all told, between necklace and groping and… and more. Enough for four days, food and medicine. Should be enough for her to recover, enough to get both Avallac'h and her out of this hellhole.


"You're out of your mind," the man laughed, shaking his head. "You're pale as snow, but nobody's worth that much.”


“Unaugmented,” Ciri pressed, trying to sound confident and seductive all at once. “Completely n-natural, you know? I’m told it’s a hell of a thrill.”


The man seemed to waver, eyes raking over her body, drinking in every full, pale curve. He was clearly tempted, right on the edge of giving in to her price. He just needed one last push, a final temptation to get him to agree. Turning, Ciri looked back over her shoulder at him and gave her hips a shake, making her thick ass bounce and jiggle for him, bouncing it around as she gave him a desperate look. 


“Please?”


She was on the ground, and he was slamming into her in under a minute. No foreplay, no warm-up, they went from standing to fucking in what felt like seconds. But while he may have been fast off the mark, he wasn’t in any particular rush to finish up, it seemed. She felt like she was on the floor for nearly an hour as he rearranged her guts, pounding her stupid with long, brutal strokes, one leg up over his shoulder as he flicked his hips and made her see stars. The only sign she got that he might, finally, be getting close was when he leaned forward, pushing both legs up to her ears, and pinned her there in a brutal, intimate mating press. 


He wasn’t as big as her landlord, but that just meant the length of black fuckmeat between his legs was only barely more than a foot long. But size didn’t matter all that much when he’d gone in hard, fast, and dry. It hurt just as much, and now Ciri was gasping, struggling to breathe as he fucked her in brutal, inch-long, and jackhammer fast strokes that battered her cervix and rippled through her whole body. Long, lean legs were up in the air on either side of him, bouncing helplessly each time he rammed into her, toes curling as he fucked her into the floor. The grimy tile was cold against her bare skin, and her fat, fuckable ass was all the cushion she had 


“You like that?” the man snarled as he glared down at Ciri’s face, red and screwed up with pain. “This what you wanted when you came into my shop?”


“I… I just n-need money,” Ciri whimpered. He hadn’t slowed down from the moment he pushed into her, and seemed to have no intention of stopping anytime soon. 


“I think you just needed some black dick, didn’t you?” The man grunted. He fumbled with her wrists for a moment, managing to pin both of them above her head with a single hand after a few moments of struggle. It would have been easier if he’d just slowed down his thrusts, but he seemed rather uninclined to ease up on the slut beneath him. 


His other hand gripped her by the hair, coal-black digits tangling in snowy-white locks and yanking hard enough to make her scalp burn, forcing her to look down at her stomach where his cock was bulging the flat surface outward, marking his depth inside of her.


“Just look at that,” he laughed, hips still working furiously, heavy balls slapping against her ass as he pinned her to the floor like a butterfly to a board. “It’s what all you fucking white sluts need, isn’t it. There’s a dozen pawnshops less than a mile away that would’ve given you full price for that necklace, no questions asked.”


“W-wha? They would…?”


“Ha! Acting dumb, I like that. I like you whores stupid, I really do. You know they would have given you triple my price without blinking, but none of them could have given you this fat, black dick. And that’s what you dumb white bitches need, isn’t it?”


“I… I…”


“Fucking say it!” He released her hair and laid a slap across Ciri’s face, making her head jerk to the side. 


“I- I wanted your black dick.”


Slap. 


“Louder!”


“I wanted your black dick!”


*Slap!*


“Louder, bitch!”


“It wasn’t about the money!” Ciri screamed, her throat feeling like it was ripping from the force. “I just wanted your big, black dick!”


The man’s grip on her tightened and he rammed himself home, burying his cock inside of her as she screamed. She could hear him grunting and snarling, breath hot against her ear as his cock lurched inside of her. Cum poured into her, fired off in thick ropes as his heavy balls clenched and squeezed, working a huge load out into her raw and battered pussy. Filling her up until the bulge his cock made seemed to swell even more and cum bubbled out from her stretched and abused lips, dripping down onto the grimy tile.


“Damn, that was good,” he groaned, pulling out of her with a slurp and falling backward onto his ass, fighting for breath. As augmented as he was, apparently it had still been an effort to pound her that hard. “You could’ve been better, but still… damn good pussy.”


There was a safe on a nearby table, and he was able to reach it just by leaning back. His dark fingers worked the combination and yanked it open, pulling out a bundle of bills so thick it made her eyes bulge. There had to be millions in there, and he’d haggled that much over less than five grand? He counted off a handful of eurodollars, and put the rest back, shutting and locking the safe before she could get any ideas. Rising to his feet, he tossed the money down onto Ciri. 


“Here’s your money, now get yourself dressed and get the hell out of my store, I got real customers to help.”


The bills fluttered and drifted down to land on Ciri and stick to her sweaty body, clinging to her as she panted for breath, chest rising and falling. Her whole body ached, and she felt shame swirling inside of her, but it didn’t matter, because she had enough money for food and medicine and four whole days of rest. She’d be able to let her powers recover, she’d get her magic back, and then she’d be able to leave this awful place.


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“Well, well,” came a smug voice from the shadows as Ciri wobbled out of the door and leaned against the front of the shop with a sigh. The voice made her jump, peering around as her heart beat fast in her chest, nerves taut at the thought of the money in her pocket. To her left, a streetlight had burned out, and the little patch of sidewalk that was plunged into darkness seemed to sprout a pair of figures. The hookers from earlier in the night stepping out, hands resting on their hips. “So much for having respect for yourself, huh?”


Ciri felt her stomach twist, one hand reflexively going to her pocket where she kept her money - realizing, too late, that she’d just advertised exactly where it was. 


“And what do you two want?” she growled, trying to sound intimidating as the women grinned at her, sashaying forward towards her, splitting up to move around either side of her. They were both tall in their spike heels, both curvy enough that their breasts puffed out on either side of the cloth straps they wore over their nipples. Asses so full and round they could be seen from the front bounced with each swaying, predatory step they took toward Ciri. Both their faces were so perfect they seemed almost plastic, identical in beauty, the only difference between them the color of their hair, raven dark and bloody red. 


“Just wondering what might have kept a respectable woman for so long in a dingy pawnshop,” Red asked, trying to sound innocent despite her voice being a sultry purr. “Seems rather a long time to sell a necklace.”


“It’s none of your business,” Ciri snapped, trying to turn and keep them both in view, but they were circling her like pack predators, keeping at least one in her blindspot at all times. 


“Someone doing business on our turf is definitely our business,” Raven replied, hand on her hip, fingers drumming thoughtfully on tanned skin. "This is *our* neighborhood, and we don’t appreciate some stuck-up joytoy sweeping in and trying to take our customers. Especially if they obviously no idea how to make the client happy."


Ciri licked her lips nervously, turning as the two women circled her, their smiles cruel and predatory and without a hint of the friendly, leering come-on they'd been projecting earlier. 


“I wasn’t doing business,” she protested, hoping the smell of sex wasn’t too strong. That she didn’t reek of sweat and cum from her time in the backroom. 


“Of course not, I’m sure you walk around every day with your ass snugged into pants that tight.”


“Or with your tits hanging out of your top like that.”


“Admit it, you’re trying to drum up business,” Red said. “Trying to catch someone’s eye and get them to bend you over and fuck that ass, right? Get someone nice and dark to stuff you so full you think you’ll burst. Been there, cutie.”


“I wasn’t! This… this isn't even how I want to be dressed! But I'll be out of here in just a few minutes, and you won't have to worry about me again," Ciri said, hoping it was true. She should have enough for nearly a week of rent, as well as food and medicine. The two whores hopefully would never see her again.


"Oh, we're not worried," said a voice behind her. Raven had managed to get behind her, grabbing and locking Ciri's arms behind her back. "But if you're going to sell yourself like a nasty little joytoy with… what was it?"


"Absolutely no self-respect," Red supplied helpfully.


"Right. If you're going to sell yourself, then at least let us show you how to do it properly. We can't have someone working our turf and doing a shitty job, it would hurt our reputation!"


"L-look, I'm sorry about what I said earlier," Ciri began, her voice shaking slightly as Raven tightened her grip, pain shooting through Ciri's shoulders as the other woman manhandled her with apparent ease. "I just… it's been a bad few days and I was a bit overstressed."


"We can help you destress," Raven promised, and Ciri cringed as the whore's warm breath tickled her ear. "It's all part of the package, cutie."


"I don't want your package!"


This was uproariously funny to the two whores for some reason, both of them laughing as Ciri tried to struggle in vain against a grip like steel. The rich sound of their husky voices filled the street, and Raven's body bounced and shook against her back.


"Well you're going to get it," Raven growled once the laughter had stopped. She tugged hard on Ciri's arms and leaned in, pressing a pink tongue against the shorter woman's neck. Hot and wet, she slowly dragged it along pale skin, leaving a glistening smear that stretched from the hollow of Ciri's throat all the way up, over her jaw, and along one cheek.


"If you want to use these-" Red lay a cruel, casual slap across one of Ciri's breasts, skin clapping against the thin fabric and making her bust sway temptingly. "We'll teach you how to use them like a pro, show you how to really make a man groan."


I… I don't… look, I'm sorry, okay? What if… w-what if I gave you some of the money? Would that make you go?"


Her voice seemed so small, so broken and hopeless and pathetic as she begged the whores for mercy, and just knowing they weren't going to show her any. Their hands were all over her, bodies pressed hard against her so Ciri could feel the squish of Red's breasts against her own, the softness of Raven crushing up against her behind. The two were shameless, and she could feel their mocking laughter through every soft curve of their body as they let their hands wander.


"We can talk money after your lessons, cutie," Raven said agreeably, her voice all sticky, sickly sweet as she forced Ciri into movement. She knew just the place where they could teach this little bitch a thing or three.


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"Shoooorry," Ciri wailed, her voice a thick, bouncing slur. "I… I'm shorrry!"


The Witcher was on her shoulders, hips lifted into the air as one of the whores drilled down into her. The two may have looked like women, but gleaming steel sprouted from their pelvis', thick and heavy cocks of chrome and plastic and steel that burned with cool light along their imposing length. Thick as Ciri's wrist and long as her forearm, the monstrous lengths of cyberware weighed more than a dozen pounds, and the whore was using that weight to drive down into Ciri with even more force. 


The slap of flesh and the buzz of motors filled the room, mingling with the mocking laughter of the prostitutes. The cyberware was stuffed with all sorts of goodies and currently, it was vibrating almost violently, stirring up Ciri's cunt even as it pummeled her cervix, coring her out in a way that left her aching even as her toes curled. She'd lost track of how many times she'd cum, but orgasms had hit her so hard and so often that they were starting to hurt, and tears slid down her face as she pathetically babbled apologies.


"I can't hear you, cunt," Red snarl. Slamming herself down and holding there, she stirred her hips savagely, making Ciri's stomach bulge, the glow of light showing faintly through her abused flesh.


"I said I'm sorry! You're not freaks," the displaced woman screamed, her throat rough and raw from brutal throat swabbing and from all the screaming she'd done. She could feel another orgasm building as hot metal ground against her cervix, and she nearly sobbed. She couldn't take it, couldn't handle it.


Her skin was stained with a thick, oily mess. A greasy, fake cum that the two whores seemed to have an unlimited amount of in the huge, swinging steel storage tanks beneath their cocks. It was smeared across her face and tangled in her hair. It dangled in loops of her legs and oozed down her stomach and flicked off her bouncing breasts. Her clothes were soaked with the stuff, both whores taking turns to cum all over the pile of fabric, making sure to do their best to ruin her only outfit.


"And what are you?" Raven asked from her place on the bed, sprawled out and slowly stroking herself as her partner took a turn abusing Ciri. The trio had been in this rented little shithole of a hotel room for nearly four hours now, the hookers periodically buying more time with money pulled from Ciri's pockets. Raven had led most of the lessons, teaching Ciri how to properly please someone through cruel example. Fucking her throat until she passed out, spanking her ass red until her moans sounded 'slutty and submissive enough'.


"I'm a bitch," Ciri's voice cracked as she told them what they wanted to hear. At this point she'd say anything, just to make the painful, unwanted pleasure stop. "I'm… I'm a stuck-up b-bitch who thinks she's better than she is."


"But not just a bitch, are you?"


“I’m…. I’m a joytoy,” she whimpered, the word unfamiliar in her mouth but the meaning obvious. A whore. In this world she was nothing more than a whore, selling her body to scrape by. Not famous. Not important. Not powerful. Just another pathetic, worthless whore.


“Damn right.”


Laughter rang in her ears as Ciri came yet again, hating every moment of pleasure as her body twisted and spasmed. Her hips bucked and rolled against Red as the whore reamed the powerless Witcher out, punishing her body with brutal, hammer-drop thrusts that had Ciri seeing nothing but stars. The whore didn’t ease up just because her new chewtoy was cumming, no she pumped all the way through the white-haired woman’s orgasm, savaging her too-sensitive walls and making Ciri scream out, babbling more apologies. 


“I’m shorry!”


“I- I didn’t mean it!”


“I’m sorry I was a b-bitch!”


Her voice bounced off the walls as Red expertly dragged out her orgasm, milking it out for over a minute until she was sure Ciri was nearly passed out. With another laugh, the streetwalker straightened up, dragging her cybercock out of Ciri’s red and abused hole with a wet slurp, feminine arousal, and fake cum dripping off in thick, goopy drops that splattered onto the exhausted woman. She lay on the floor, on the cheap and scratchy carpet, barely conscious as the two whores talked. 


“Think the dumb cunt has had enough?”


A hand grabbed Ciri by the hair, hauling her face up as the two women stared into foggy eyes. A hand, covered in rings, cracked out, slapping one cheek hard enough to make Ciri see stars and fill her ears with high-pitched ringing. The young woman couldn’t even find her voice to cry out as tears ran down her face, mixing with the cum and spit that was splattered across her cheeks. 


“Nah, I think she needs one last lesson.”


Ciri felt herself being dragged up on top of Red, the seasoned whore seating her right back onto that hulking cybercock, her taut stomach bulging outward as more than a foot of wrist-thick cock rammed home into her aching, gaping cunt once more. And then hands were pressing on her back, Raven’s nails dragging red lines down the curve of Ciri’s spine as the black-haired whore lined herself up with the younger woman’s ass, nuzzling her cock right up to that hard used pucker and driving home, using the mess of cum that had already been dumped there as lube as she sheathed herself in a single motion. 


“Noooooo,” Ciri warbled, her voice thick and pained as Raven forced her body to stretch, struggling to deal with two massive dicks at once. Just one was almost more than she could handle, and both at once made her feel as though her body was on fire, pain running up her nerves as she found her voice once more. 


“Please, I can’t. I- I just can’t, you’ll break me.”


“If you break this easily, you don’t deserve to call yourself a joytoy,” Red said, her voice saccharine sweet. For a moment, Ciri almost protested, pride opening her mouth as her tongue readied the words. But she caught herself, they’d spent more than an hour drilling it into her head. She was a stupid, trashy joytoy, and saying otherwise meant she got punished.


“I don’t want to break,” she whimpered instead. It was infinitely more pathetic, but also far less likely to make them hurt her more. And at this point, Ciri was willing to give up pride if it avoided pain.


“Then you shouldn’t have fucking sold your ass on our turf,” Raven snarled, rolling her hips and bouncing herself off Ciri’s ass with a clap. The feeling of those heavy cock shifting inside of her, grinding against each other through the thin barrier of her body made her scream, her hair whipping around her face as she shook her head in denial of reality. 


And if she thought that was intense, it was nothing compared to when two vibrators buzzed into life deep inside of her. Ciri screamed and screamed, but there was no relief, not until the sheer sensation, the agonizing pleasure, finally overwhelmed her and her vision went white. She didn’t pass out, but only because the two whores fucked her back to consciousness every time her body tried to give out. She lost track of time, and even what was going on, only even starting to come to when they dumped her to the floor. 


"Now, we don't work for free, cutie,” Red said, her voice distant and somewhere above Ciri. “So this little bundle of eddies is coming with us. I'm sure you don't mind - you don't mind, right?"


Ciri tried to speak, but all that came from her throat was a raw, whimpering little noise that made the girls titter.


"I knew you wouldn't mind. You're a little short of our normal rates, but consider it a first-time discount. If you ever feel like cumming your brains out again, you know just who to call."


And then a spiked heel was pressing on the back of her neck, threatening to break the skin. Ciri went very still, her eyes very wide as Raven leaned forward, her voice low and without a hint of even that taunting friendliness.


"And if you ever, *ever* try to work our turf again we won't settle for taking your money," she said. "We'll gut you, you prissy bitch, and scatter the pieces in the gutters. I don't care if you go somewhere else to use your new skills, but if we see you working this area again you won't get another warning."


And then the weight was gone, and she felt hands picking her up, grabbing her by the wrists and ankles and awkwardly carrying her. She felt the cold night air on her skin, heard the sound of cars and pedestrians - and then she was falling, the two whores slinging her off the edge of the motel balcony. For a sickening moment, she wondered if they were actually going to kill her, if there was no ‘warning’ and they’d skipped right to the part where they murdered her for daring to insult them. But then she hit something soft, a terrible smell rising up around her, and she realized they’d thrown her into a battered, green metal container filled with garbage. Thrown her out like the trash she was.


Her clothes landed on her face a few moments later with a damp, ugly splat. They were soaked through with fake cum, heavy and reeking and slimy to the touch. And she didn’t even have to check her pockets to know that all her money was gone. Every bill she’d earned pilfered by the two whores, her best and only chance taken right from her hands, and now there was only one way forward. She had nothing else to her name, nothing else she could sell.


Nothing except her body.
