Ema de Boer was a successful woman. Descendant of a lord from the 18th century and a business owner in the financial sector it seemed that at 32 years old she had everything and everybody at her feet. But something was missing. She could feel it. She was well aware of her darker side and her needs which she had suppressed for years.

The building seemed abandoned but a few lit windows suggested otherwise. It was a an old apartment building with 9 levels. Her lonely figure got near the main entrance and entered inside. The elevator was working, which seemed strange to her having in mind the condition of the building and the visual condition of the elevator itself. The creaking sounds of the elevator made going up accompanied her to the eighth floor. Ema stepped out and her heels echoed in the empty corridor as they made their way down the hall.

She stopped at the far end of the corridor in front of an apartment door. Ema took a note out of her purse and checked the number written on the door. It checked out. She pressed the door handle and walked inside.

Ema de Boer knew very well the violent and random nature of the ordeal she was about to participate in. The risks was high, but she needed that feeling. More. She craved it.

Ironically, she had dressed well, even overdressed for the occasion. Her blonde hair was neatly done by her hairdresser just a few hours ago. "Are you going to a gala evening." he had asked her as he was styling the curls in her hair. She had laughed. Ema was wearing also a very expensive black dress made from a famous designer. She liked the sparkling elements of the dress, but she had long forgotten the name of the designer. Her beautiful hair fell freely over the shoulders and the upper part of the dress but the real finishing touch were her high heels. Stunning 6 inch heels, thin sole and tiny leather laces were holding them in place. Ema distinctively remembered giving a thousand to her secretary, instructing her to go pick up the heels.

"Hello?" Ema's voice sounded in the empty apartment.

It seemed that no one was around. Ema walked forward and entered in the living room. The place seemed cheap and abandoned. It was poorly lit. As if nobody had lived here for a decade. But with her second glance she noticed a few things which seemed newer, including a few empty beer bottles, a wine bottle, a smartphone left on the counter. She continued looking until her eyes stopped on the sofa and the coffee table situated in the middle of the room. On the table there was a glass of water, which looked like it was freshly left there. There was also something that looked like a TV remote control, although there was no TV nearby. Ema went closer. The remote was in fact a remote for real but probably it wasn't not functioning as some of the buttons were missing. Moreover between the table and the sofa there were black and obviously dirty female panties - stained with something like dried cunt goo or even male sperm.

Ema took a deep breath and sat down. Then she saw it - a small note and three blister pack of pills. She left her purse on the sofa next to her and took the note in her hands. It said "Choose wisely, slut! The pink one will give you the most innocent experience of all!"

"Perfect" Ema felt familiar signs of arousal in the area between her legs. Secrecy made her horny. Good thing she didn't put her panties on for the evening.

Ema took the three pills in her palm and saw 3 different colors - pink, red and dark red. Ema didn't feel innocent at all and she took red pill to look at it closely. She looked at the glass of water - definitely it was fresh. She looked again at the red pill and tried to pop it out. She couldn't manage with the first attempt but then she hesitated. Ema slowly left the pill back on the coffee table and looked at the dark pill. "Why not?" she asked herself under her nose and after another moment she took a sip from the glass swallowing the dark red pill.

During the first minute Ema didn't felt a change. Then suddenly she felt dizzy. Her limbs became heavy. She struggled, but she managed to check her phone. It showed 20 minutes to midnight. "According to plan" she thought. Then she tried to leave the phone in her purse but out of the blue her hand became fully paralyzed and she dropped it on the floor. In the next 30 seconds her whole body became paralyzed.

Ema lied there with eyes open, unable to move even a finger. She stared blankly at the ceiling as the minutes passed. Ema started to wonder if everything was just a cruel joke, but she left her doubts aside when she heard the squeaking sound of the entrance door. Someone walked in the apartment and then in the living room.

Ema couldn't move her head to see anything. She only heard the steps and after that a zipper - probably a zipper of a bag. Then the person started doing something. It started somewhere over her knees and moved upwards. First Ema recognized the sound - it sounded like scissors. Indeed a couple of seconds later she saw a female hand armed with scissors in front of her nose. Completely paralyzed with other senses dulled from the drug she couldn't say for sure, but it seemed that her expensive dress was cut in two.

"Nice body" a female voice said. "Shaved cunt, fit body...You are a fine specimen."

Ema wasn't wearing any bra or underwear this evening. She was utterly naked under the dress so for sure the female next to her had a good view of herg goods.

"Oh the dark red pill..." the unknown woman laughed. She had seen which from the three pills is missing

"This will help us to have some really good fun with you. With that drug you will be like that for at least 2-3 days. Immobilized cock receptacle. Your cunt is already pretty wet. The magic of the dark red pill, i guess..."Very few sluts take it, but it kept them horny for days" she laughed sinisterly.

When Ema signed up for this she thought it would be one night. Suddenly the situation was getting slightly out of hand.

"Do you know..." the other woman made a pause "... which is the most valuable part of a woman?" Ema was not interested in replying, not that she could considering her drug paralysis.

"If you ask me..." Ema was completely numb but sure as hell she felt some tickling in her private parts. The woman was fingering Ema's vagina. ".... her cunt, definitely her cunt. And yours is very nice on the inside!" she laughed again.

The woman continued playing with Ema's cunt for a couple of minutes. It was so silent around that the slurping sloppy sounds coming from between Ema's legs seemed so loud. Ema stared helplessly at the ceiling as her sex organ was suddenly beeing fisted by the strange woman.

"But if you ask me.... I think your anal hole can be pretty valuable too" she giggled whitout stopping fisting the paralyzed bussiness owner on the sofa. "Let me see..." The strange woman stopped her fisting activity. She spread Ema's legs and ass cheeks. "Nice tight hole. It has not been used a lot..." she probed Ema's anus with a sticky finger

"Well, you will start appreciate your anal hole more in the next few days..." Ema was still looking at the ceeling, her mouth drooling uncontrollably because of the paralyzing drug

"... especially because...." the woman continued talking very slowly. Ema de Boer was unable to see what the woman was doing "... especially because you don't need this anymore."

A moment of silence filled the room. Then Ema de Boer felt a sudden dull pain between her legs. The drug had numbed her senses, so she couldn't tell what exactly has happened and why she was feeling some pain. After all, Ema probably would not have understood that she had been fisted if the woman had not gave her a hint.

"Patience.... Just a moment and I will be ready." the woman narrated under her nose.

"Ok... loook! Do you loke my work?"

The woman grabbed Ema's hair and moved her head in a way that now Ema was seeing her own torso. The other thing Ema was seeing was her cunt bleeding. Ema's drool started dripping on her tits as she watched in horror the wound which was actually above the opening of her cunt.

"I hope you don't mind. I amputated your clitoris." the woman showed wave the cut off piece of flesh in front of Ema's face. "I will leave it in your purse... as a fond memory of this evening" once again she laughed sinisterly.

"Have fun... with the boys... If I am not mistaken the first few of them are junkies from the street. I hope you don't get an STD"

A week ago Ema had given a very long interview on TV talking about important things and important people. But at that exact moment she had indulged to some of her deepest and secret desires which obviously were getting way out of her control. She remained alone in the room drooling on her breasts and staring at her mutilated cunt.

...

Paralyzed Ema de Boer was left waiting for a while. Then the first group of men entered. Indeed they looked like junkies. Understandably, they were pretty excited by the view of Ema's body. They quickly took their cocks out. Ema couldn't move her head to see everything, but she was sure that the closest erect cock she saw was far from clean. Immediately her view was obstructed by a man who climbed on the couch and squat on top of her face inserting his cock into her drooling mouth. The smell and the taste were awful. His member tasted like it was taken out of someone's shitter. Another man positioned between her legs and very quickly Ema's paralyzed body was double penetrated. The four of them took turns fucking all of Ema's body openings, filling her with their sperm up to the point where her holes were overflowing.

When they finally left, they were quickly replaced. A lone man entered. Ema stared at him as he wrote something with a marker on her face. After that he urinated on the wound where her amputated clitoris was one or two hours ago and fucked her cunt.

Two groups of three men were the next people who used Ema in all the ways they wanted. Her body was filled with much more semen and urine that she had ever dreamed about. Ema wasn't feeling much because of the drug, but also her cunt was so wet and dripping because of it. Actually she liked it so much that even without the pill she would have been wet and ready to be a cock receptacle at least for the first few sessions.

Then a woman entered. This was a first for the evening. She took out a strap-on out of her bag. It was big, fucking huge. Very quickly it was attached to a belt around her waist and started fucking Ema. She fucked Ema's ass and cunt so rough that only slightly more force than what was used would have torn her holes.

The woman went and another guy entered. And then another one. People came and go out of the apartment as they wanted. Mostly men, but other women used Ema too.

One of the people who used Ema was an electrician. He came with his solding equipment.

"I can help you with that" he said, probably talking about the wound where Ema's clitoris was.

Before fucking her, he grabbed his welding equipment and cauterized the wound destroying whatever was left from the nerve endings.

By the end of the second day, Ema was fucked by about 100-120 men and women. She was unable to count, especially when sometimes the only thing she was seeing was the pubic hair around a cock because someone was fucking her mouth.

Different man came and go. Some of them came along. Other came in groups of two, three or four. Ema de Boer wondered how the organization was done. Obviously her body was property of a dark internet market or something. What was common for every visitor - they all fucked Ema. Even a few women came. They used strapons or dildos. Some of them fucked her alone. Others gang banged her.

...

"You did well" the woman who amputated her clitoris was standing above her. Ema was still paralyzed but a tingling feeling in her limbs suggested that the drug was wearing off.

However Ema couldn't do anything when the woman grabbed her beautifully shaped tit and squeezed her hard.

"This will be something else for you to remember..." the woman waved a strange nipple shield in front of Ema's face. The shield finished with something which looked like a needle but way bigger. Ema's pupils dilated when she saw how the woman heated the tip of the nipple shield until it was red hot.

"This will suit you a lot..." the woman said and pressed the red hot tip in the center of Ema's nipple. For a second time in the last 48 hours Ema was smelling the scent of her own burnt flesh. The nipple shield sunk into place and its base burnt and destroyed her nipple.

The same procedure was then completed in the exact same manner on her other tit.

"I was right. It suits you" the woman observed her work for a second before speaking again "One last thing" she said taking out a syringe. "Don't you ever come back here, nor you should contact us again. Understood?"

Ema tried to nod, but she still didn't have control over her body.

"I will take that as a yes." the syringe find its way to a vein and Ema blacked out almost immediately.

...

Ema woke up. The light was bright. It was daytime for sure. She moved her limbs around. She was in a strange place. The smell was disgusting. As her eyes adapted she realized she was thrown in a trash container. She was lying in the middle of it. Empty bottles, spoiled food, dirty paper boxes. There was everything around her. Ema was still dressed in whatever was left from her dress. Only her right high heel shoe was present. The other one had disappeared. Her cunt and nipples hurt. Everything hurt, but the discomfort she felt in her ass was greater even compared to the pain of her destroyed clit and nipples. She instinctively checked with her hand what was happening and realized that there was a bottle stuffed deep in her rectum with only its neck sticking out of her ass. She pulled carefully and luckily it came out very easy. It was a beer bottle. Her sphincter felt very loose and she could feel cold air rushing inside her colon as her ass gaped obscenely. Obviously the person, or the people who had left her there had thought it would be funny for her to find her ass stuffed like that.

Ema de Boer gathered some strength and got out of the trash. She removed her only remaining high heel shoe. She couldn't walk with one. Once standing up she realized that strange liquids started dripping from her holes. Sperm? Urine? Or maybe pus? She had to see her doctor, but first she had to get home and get a shower. Ema looked around. She was thrown in a trash container near the center of the city. It seemed she was behind a restaurant she knew. She sighed. She had to invent how to get to her mansion without being seen too much. At least the nipple shield looked nice on her destroyed nipple. Then she started walking barefoot. It was an early morning and she had to use the precious minutes until it is flooded with people around.