Get out and Pull Yin back into the van

From Create Your Own Story

After making sure no one’s looking you quickly open the car door and drag the weeping Yin back into the car. Yin cries freely, absolutely devastated over what just happened. Her fellow students, people she see every day, they just saw her naked, raped her, and called her "Yin the whore". Her body is burning with embarrassment, the taste of cock in her mouth and the feeling of her stretched out anus serves as a constant reminder of how they violated her. Her young face shows total helplessness, her eyes watery and blankly facing her shame.

“Let me go you! Didn’t you see what they did to her? Just please let me comfort her!” Desire screams as she’s stuck in Miguel’s tight grip.

“That was some good fucking out there Yin. But do you know what you forgot?” You ask her casually.

You grab Yin’s hair and yank her towards you. “The fucking money you five dollar bitch!” Your harsh, criticizing words blast rights into Yin’s tear filled face. ”You’re a fucking full time whore now bitch! How the fuck are you going to eat if you don’t fucking charge your customers? I swear the next time you forget the money I´ll fucking make you eat shit and drink piss! Maybe then you’ll learn the value of money you worthless trash whore!”

As your words blast into her face Yin closes her eyes, cries and dies a bit inside with every word. To her, your words sting her with truth and humiliation. It’s all too real for her, Yin is breaking down in front of your very eyes.

“Please stop! Do whatever you want with me but please leave Yin out of this!”

You turn and strike Desire right on the chin, not with your palm, but with your closed fist. Realizing how angry you are you take a moment to calm yourself down.

“That man, the one with the ten inch dick, he took your anal virginity did he not?” You ask Yin.

Yin´s broken face falls even deeper into despair as your words enlighten her of this fact. “Oh God, he actually did! He fucked me in my ass!” She falls sobbing to the cold, uncomforting floor with no one to hug but herself.

“There, there now. It’s just a natural part of life. Miguel made you a woman by taking your virginity and that man out there made you a whore by fucking your ass!” Your words doesn’t make her tears stop, she must still be feeling the man’s warm seed in her bowels.

“The only fault you did was to not charge for the sex, but I’ll give you a chance to correct that mistake.”

Yin tilts her sullied head of the floor and meekly says. “No…”

“Yes!” You enthusiastically respond. “You’re getting back out there to earn some cash!”

Yin felt the last of her dignity leave her as she rose from the floor back to her feet. Her face is ruined, all its calls for salvation haven gone unanswered, all that remains is the shame and tears. She bows her head at you, her mistress. Despite the extreme shame inflicted from the humiliating acts you force her to perform she sees no other option. Her cum decorated body is ready to serve.

“Dammit you cold hearted bitch! How can you do this to her?” Desire shouts at you unable to restrain her motherly instincts any longer. She so desperately wants to protect her daughter, even through that’s an impossibility with Miguel’s strong arms keeping her restrained.

“Hm? Still fighting I see? Good, there’s nothing better than breaking a strong willed whore!”

“I’ll fucking kill you Sharon!”

You raise your hand, ready to strike her down once again, but she spits in your face. The smirking whore enjoys the sight of the spit running down your beautiful, chiseled face. You wipe it off, Miguel expecting you to kill her.

“Maybe… since you are her mother… then maybe… you should be her pimp?”

Desires face falls.

“Wouldn’t it be nice for you to go out there and collect the money alongside your precious daughter?” Desire clamps her jaw shut, trying to keep her waning courage.

“There are some microphones in that box I got. You can stick them in your ear, barely noticeable. Then I can hear everything you say while you can hear everything I say. Oh and there is also a small bomb mounted to those microphones, just enough to blow your brains out, in case your not sure what to do out there. Neat hu?”


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