Young Blonde blogger's Gang-bang Tell All!

Marilyn Moore kept typing but the words blurred. She sat there remembering the year she sold herself for twelve months straight, collar locked, body offered like property. Some nights the bidding ring got so loud her skin burned before a single hand touched her. Then this man bought her. One evening he strung her up over a fire pit—iron bar between her ankles, wrists chained behind her, hips tilted so her holes lined up perfect. Five strangers walked out of the dark, pulled the spit free, and went to work. They slapped her ass red, shoved cocks straight down her throat until spit ran in rivers, hammered both ends at once, split her open with double penetration while the chains rattled. When they finished they dragged her outside the barn, snapped a new padlock on the post, and walked away. She lay there dripping, used up, the night air cooling every wet streak on her skin.