They didn’t give a toss about my gagging, my choking—they laughed, called me a filthy slag, a cock-starved tart, as they pounded my throat till I could barely breathe. My leggings were fucked, the crotch drenched, my fanny lips outlined in the shiny fabric, my clit screaming for relief I couldn’t get. I was their bitch, their plaything, and I was drowning in it, my body trembling with shame and need, my cunt so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs.