The dark surroundings of the cinema, a dozen people scattered around the room, a flickering screen — she absolutely didn’t follow what was happening in the film. Gentle fingers slid through the wet slit, sometimes penetrating inside. There was that night in her head. Bright street, illuminated by lanterns, funny companies, cars. Beautiful cafe where she celebrated her friend's birthday. She remembered how she came out to smoke in a dark alley. She remembered how a strong man attacked her, squeezed her mouth with something stinky. The last thing she remembered that evening was the smell of an unfamiliar van ...

Four years she was a sex slave. For two years she was taken in all states, sold, rented, exhibited as a prostitute. She was released only four years later. Pale, thin and covered with ulcers from injections, she was placed in a hospital. There she spent another five years. Five years of therapy. During this time, her parents died, the former boyfriend got married and had a child. Not only her nine years of life was taken from her. Something else was taken from her. Now she has become a pervert. She recalled with a smile all that she had to do for the psychotherapist, that he would recognize her sane.

She wanted to cum. Strong, long. The risk of being caught, discovered stimulated her imagination. With all her might she was pulling at the clitoris, bit her lip. She recalled hundreds and hundreds of members that visited her without her consent. The other hand ducked under the short plaid skirt. Wet from her discharge with her palm, she closed her mouth, imagining that she was being raped. Oh, how she wanted to be there again. How she wanted to again be someone's whore ... Leaving behind a wet seat in the cinema, she left the hall without seeing the film. Desired was received.

There was no one in the women's toilet, and she was able to see her disheveled look as it should. The skirt was short. Very short. No underwear — as she leaned over the wide and red crotch, as well as the dark and stretched anus, she opened up to the whole world. T-shirt, through which the nipples could be seen. Red hair and freckles. She grunted with displeasure - bruises under her eyes, worn off nail polish. Somehow rinsing her pussy, she once again looked at herself and went out.

It was night outside and almost no one. Maybe today some pedestrian will fuck her? She stopped near the descent in the subway. She took out cheap cigarettes from an old woman's handbag and lit it. Just a minute later, a peasant came up to her and asked:

- How are you standing baby?

- For you free. - She answered seriously.

But he only cursed and hurried to leave, noticing two cops. She did not want to get involved with representatives of the law, they could not arrange anything for her at night in jail in the company of homeless people. Hurried to put out a cigarette, she went down to the subway. After half a minute the train arrived.

There was no one in the car, she was driving by herself. Bored by viewing the surrounding reality, she caught the eye of a magazine. He was clearly Asian, no English letters, just a bunch of strange characters. However, this is not what interested her. On the cover of the magazine was depicted a naked girl with green hair and impressive forms, and her body wrapped around a hundred purple tentacles. Looking through the magazine, she smiled, imagining herself in the place of this heroine.

At one of the stops in the car came a strange-looking man. He was short and plump in stature, he was dressed in a serious suit, his shoes gleamed, and in his hands he held a dark coat and a small case. That's just his face was completely white, on the nose - a red ball like a clown, and his eyes, along with his lips were painted in different colors. He was bald, sparse blond hair grew only on the back of the head and at the temples.

Is this bloke ... yes, this bloke will sit right here. The man grunted and sat right across from her. She turned away, trying not to look at this psycho.But, she completely forgot that she is sitting with her legs spread wide and opening her pussy to the whole world. A man with a make-up face noticed this. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his eye. He looked straight at her. She tried several times to look into his eyes, but each time she looked away. He scared her.

“I’m curious if you can suck me off.” - He asked.

What a madness. She was thrown into a cold sweat. Well, from, the maniac whom she was waiting for. Her cover. This one looks like a psychotic. She swallowed and answered nothing. So a few seconds passed, full of painful meditation. Finally, she turned her head in his direction, but could not face her. And then, her body slid limply onto the muddy floor of a rocking wagon. Gentle hands unbuttoned his short fly, and then got damn big, but wet with sweat member. In addition, it was dirty and unpleasant taste. When he was strong, he could hardly fit in his mouth and she helped herself with her hands. She seemed to have returned to the past, imagining that the stranger had a knife in his hand and that he was about to thrust it into her body. But there was no knife - only a portion of semen with a yellowish tinge.

- Nice. - Again said the clown, in the same cold and distant voice.

She was afraid to rise, continuing to hold his already limp member in his mouth. Drops of sperm flowed down the chin.

- Take my business card. - Suddenly, he slapped her face with his palm. “Your name is Joan, right?”

The girl doused with a wave of cold. How did he know her name? Who is he? What the hell business card? Suddenly there were more questions than answers. Now the stranger was not scared, but fascinated.

She sat down and looked into his eyes. It was creepy — the stranger’s eyes were black. Totally black — not a drop of protein in them.

- Who you are? - frightened asked Joan.

- My name is Collector. I collect human souls.

There was silence. It was all like nonsense. The girl took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette. The collector stretched out his hand and took the pack out of her limp finger. And he lit it himself.

The train was swaying steadily, the carriage was filled with grayish smoke.

- Magazine. - He said and stubbed out a cigarette butt about a magazine with Asian anime. - I can arrange it, you just have to call me.

He obediently took a plastic card and followed the look as the collector got out of the car.

Just going into her one-bedroom apartment, she threw the bag and fell to her knees. Rubbing drool and sperm dried on her face, she masturbated fiercely, rubbing her clit. With a groan, she came up profusely, splattering the slightly open front door.

She went into a small and crammed kitchen, opened a bottle of cheap wine, and went out onto a small balcony. Joan took off the remnants of clothes, still no one would see her - she lived on the twelfth floor. And even if she saw her, she didn’t care.

Getting drunk was easy. Dirty whore. Creature. Nothingness. Staggering, she walked around the apartment, leaving a cigarette butt in an already full ashtray. A hand reached for the phone. She dialed the number of the Collector.

- Joan? - I heard the voice of this creepy clown.

- How do you know my name? - She asked in a drunken voice.

- Maybe you want to ask something else? - He spoke patiently.

- I want to. - She spoke in a stranded tongue. - Like in that magazine. I want dozens of purple members to fuck me. Thick and long members. I want that they do not ask for my consent, but take me in all the gaps at any time.

Joan dropped to her knees, leaving the phone hanging on the wire. Her stomach could not resist and exorcised drunk. Somewhere in a minute she stopped vomiting. Full of self-disgust, she wiped her mouth with her hand and took the phone. Short beeps. Collector hung up.

- In exchange for this, I want your soul, Joan. - The clown was standing in a little corridor.

- What the fuck? What are you doing here? - Joan tried to get up, but it was beyond her strength. “Have you been following me?” - The girls knees smeared vomiting on the floor.

- What kind of members do you want? How many? Speak, I make fair deals, Joan.

The girl fell silent. She quit trying to get up and just relaxed, leaning against the wall.She hated herself.

- Lot. More than I can handle. And different. Let cum in me. Let them rape. - Tears appeared in her eyes. - I do not care. You're a magician here! - shouted girl. - You decide. I want to be humiliated. Trampled. Crushed!

- Your soul in exchange for that. - Said Collector and went out.

It was the last thing she remembered.

Joan awoke in the corridor. Everything stinked, her head ached terribly. (Porn stories) She was naked, lay like that in a dried vomit. Although the door was closed. She remembered yesterday's hallucinations. With a groan, the girl got up and went to the shower. The clock on the wall showed three in the afternoon. Fragrant soap put her in the body in order. Joan stood under hot streams of water and listened to the loud radio, which was playing from a neighbor on top. Today was Sunday. She sighed. At least she doesn't need a robot. The girl closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm water.

Something touched her legs. She took a small step and almost fell, stepping on something soft. She opened her eyes and screamed, looking down. The entire floor in the shower stall was covered with dozens of purple tentacles, just like in that magazine! There was not a single millimeter in which white tile could be seen. These tentacles seemed to grow right out of the floor, even from the walls!

Violet members instantly shot up, grabbing her. Her arms, legs, her whole body was twisted and immobilized. She tried to scream, but a huge purple monster entered her mouth. A little effort and it rushed even further, into the esophagus. Joan felt a tentacle writhing in the stomach, pushing and stretching it in different directions. Along with this, several others have penetrated her ass and vagina. The wild, unstoppable pressure caused an incredible feeling. She rolled her eyes, shuddering in ecstasy. Tentacles penetrated deeper and deeper. Joan felt the purple tongues burning her uterus from the inside, how her belly swelled, examined by several members penetrating further and further into her intestines. She jerked, feeling her bladder fill with a tentacle that had penetrated the ureter.

The madness lasted about an hour and a half. Exhausted, unable to utter even a sound, Joan somehow got to the bed. She collapsed, not believing what had happened to her. Is it really the collector really fulfilled her desire? She rolled onto her stomach and burped onto the pillow a thick clump of sperm left purple. A groan came from his chest. The girl struggled to find a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She wanted to smoke terribly, but she was not destined to do it in the next couple of hours. From under the bed shot up several times more tentacles than in the shower.

- Yes Yes! - Joan hoarsely moaned ...