Emily didn't know how long she'd been like this. She barely even remembered the life she had before she was taken. The last vivid memory she had of anything other than this void of an existence will always be a chloroform rag to the face. (More story i
Stationed near the most popular brothel's back alley, she's forced to process used condoms, torn underwear, broken cum-crusted dildos and other waste. Her excruciatingly sharp taste and smell amplifying every vile nuance of decay and debauchery, tormen
