Eating Crow

By the time Ramirez pulled her away from the corpse, only Aubrey and the Korean woman Sun were left. “Congrats sluts,” someone said. “You’re our finalists! Say hi to each other.” The two captives were brought together, on their knees, their faces pressed against one another. Both women obediently began to make out, their tongues tasting the dead as they intertwined.

“Good news,” Ramirez told them. “We only have the one open position for a crow slut, but we’ve got another vacancy to fill. So as of now, you’re both officially property of the Crows.” Aubrey let out a sob of relief, and Sun did the same, though neither dared to stop kissing each other. “Bring in the mutts.”

There was barking and the clicking of nails on cement, and then a Crow led two dogs into the warehouse. They were both fierce, muscular Dobermans with jet black fur, and they began barking at the two women.

“Easy there, boys,” said their handler, laughing. “They’re smart enough to recognize a couple fresh bitches when they see them. Down, down, you’ll get to play soon.”

“Meet Rex and Killer,” Ramirez announced with a smile. “Just two of the guard dogs one of you lucky ladies will be working with. Our good boys deserve the best, so we keep their kennel stocked with a live-in bitch to meet all their needs. You’ll care for them, wash them, feed them, and of course get fucked by them day and night.”

One of the Dobermans snarled at Aubrey, saliva running down his yellowed teeth. Their handler patted him on the head. “Rex here got a little too frisky with their bitch last week,” he told them. “All the boys are a bit nippy - don’t get too attached to your fingers and toes - but he got cranky and chewed the poor slut’s guts right out. Didn’t you, good boy? Yes you did!”

“Before we get started, either of you want to volunteer for bitch duty?” Ramirez asked. Aubrey shuddered. “No? Then we’ll have to see who wins and who loses. But first, gotta give you the official welcome.”

Aubrey had never received a tattoo before. She didn’t know if they were always this painful or if the Crows with the tattoo guns we’re going out of their way to make it hurt. She supposed it didn’t matter. Either way, she remained docile as the gang spent hours marking her as theirs.

A large crow tattoo across her left butt cheek. Most of the artwork was abstract, lines and shapes meant to give the impression of a bird, but it also had an oversized, extremely detailed, and decidedly human looking cock between its legs. Semen dripped down its tip to form a sticky white heart. The words FOR CROW COCK AND PAYING CUSTOMERS ONLY took up her right cheek.

Across her collarbone, PROPERTY OF THE CROWS. IF BROKEN, DISPOSE IN NEAREST DUMPSTER. A small stylized crow on each breast, their grotesque dicks large and erect, their beaks poised to bite her pink nipples.

Another crow tattoo over her womb, its outstretched wings mimicking her fallopian tubes. Fluttering around it were three tiny crows in diapers. Her inner thighs were both tattooed with CROW SEED ONLY, underlined. Just beneath each was ASK ME FOR RUBBERS.

CROW SLUT on her forehead. Another pair of crow tattoos on her cheeks. The left crow had a line of white drops going from its oversized human dick to her mouth. For the right crow, the drops were yellow.

And finally, a wall of text on her stomach. THIS IS NOT A PERSON. THIS IS A CASH OPERATED FUCKTOY PROVIDED BY THE CROWS. DO NOT TOUCH IT WITHOUT PAYING. DO NOT FEED IT. DO NOT LISTEN TO IT. DO NOT HELP IT. BREAK THESE RULES AND DIE. Below that was an extensive list of things customers could do to her and the insultingly cheap price of each.

Aubrey stared hopelessly at the obscenities tattooed onto her body. Even if she made it out of this alive, would she ever be able to remove these? Every line was bold and heavy, a thick scar across her flesh that would still be plain as day after fading. And she’d have to travel at least a hundred miles out of San Diego to find someone even willing to try without risking retribution.

Many times tonight she’d imagined showing up at the station tomorrow in triumph, all of this horror washed away by the respect and adulation of her peers, but now she imagined showing up with these still covering her. It would take all morning just to get them to stop laughing and taking pictures long enough to listen to what had happened. And even if they busted the entire gang and it was all thanks to her, that’s not what anyone would remember. She’d never be Aubrey Williams, future police commissioner, she’d just be Officer Shoeshine, the girl who had a tattoo of a crow pissing in her mouth.

Aubrey shook her head, trying to banish the dark thoughts. She couldn’t worry about that now. She’d get out of here alive and then… and then she’d figure something out. Somehow.

Sun had been given similar treatment, and Aubrey could see the same sort of misery reflected in her eyes. Both of them looked ridiculous now, more like obscene sex toys than real people. But a growl from one of the Dobermans was enough to remind her that they might be in the same predicament, but they weren’t allies. She hadn’t come this far and sacrificed so much, both tonight and in all the years leading up to this, just to spend the rest of her life chained up in a kennel and mounted by dogs.

The Crows saved the worst for last. Aubrey didn’t understand the purpose of the thin metal rod Ramirez was holding, not until the tip began glowing red hot. “I’ve tried cutting it off,” he told her as he waved the rod over her body, letting her feel its heat. “But I like giving whores a clear visual reminder of what happened to them. You’re just dumb animals, after all, wouldn’t want you to forget you ever even had a clitoris.”

Then he pressed the burning hot tip against her clitoral hood. Aubrey shrieked as her flesh bubbled under the searing heat, and it took several Crows to hold her down. Ramirez kept the pressure up, slowly counting to 100 while the blonde begged him to stop. Before he was halfway there, the pain had been replaced by horrifying numbness, but she kept begging, and he kept going.

“There,” he said with clear satisfaction when he finally took the branding iron away. “You’ll never forget that, will you?” Where her clitoris and clitoral hood had been, there was nothing but melted dead flesh, the nerve endings utterly destroyed. Stamped over it was the brand of a grinning, stylized crow.

If the tattoos had left her feeling hopeless, the loss of her clitoris made her feel… hollow. Aubrey had never been obsessed with sex, but she still had a healthy sex drive, and couldn’t remember ever having an orgasm without at least some clitoral stimulation. Even if she survived this, even if she was praised and respected and given all the accolades she’d ever dreamed of, she might never again know the simple physical pleasure of her own body. The knowledge made her want to curl up and sob.

But she had more lines to read.

“It’s time to decide the best crow slut,” both women said. Each of them knelt on their own mattress, arms still trapped behind their backs. Their words were muffled by the unwrapped pink condoms held between their teeth. “And it will be decided by doing what we do best: fucking and getting fucked!”

That appeared to be the signal for a grinning Crow to approach each of them. “Suit me up, slut,” said the one with Aubrey. “Then I’ve gotta enjoy that cunt before Ramirez pulverizes it again.”

Her cheeks ached from the fresh tattoos, much like the rest of her, but the blonde dutifully brought her lips to the tip of his cock. She’d never put a condom on someone with her mouth before, and she went at the task awkwardly. She couldn’t get the angle quite right, and his cockhead kept bouncing off the condom instead of sliding into it.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the other woman smoothly deepthroat her partner, his prick emerging from her lips fully sheathed in latex. Silently cursing, Aubrey redoubled her efforts while Sun ended up on her knees, grunting softly as her rapist fucked her from behind. To her dismay, the condom slipped from her teeth entirely and fell to the mattress.

Her partner chuckled as she frantically picked it back up. “Calm down, slut, calm down. We both want the same thing: my hard cock pumping your soft twat, right?” She nodded. “Then hold still and let me help. That’s it, stay just like that…” Aubrey’s eyes crossed as she watched his shaft push between her lips.  He banged against the entrance to her throat and chuckled again. “Thank God, you got at least one tight hole left. Deep breath, slut, I’m going in…”

The blonde cop had never deepthroated anyone before, and it didn’t take her long to decide that she hated it. The presence of his cock felt horribly wrong as it entered her throat, obscene in a way that even being ass raped hadn’t managed, and she gagged as much from disgust at the mental image as the triggering of her gag reflex.

“You know my favorite song, slut,” her rapist said happily as she choked and gagged on him. “Almost there, just gotta get all the way in and do a proper job of it… there!” He slid out of her, the pink condom now rolled all the way to the base. He wagged his cock at her. “See? Teamwork!”

She let him push her onto her back, her arms trapped beneath her. “You are one sexy bitch,” he said as he laid down on top of her. “Nice face, great tits, you were born to be a crow slut, weren’t you?” She nodded again, then whimpered when he put his head down and began to chew on her breasts. “Mmm, tasty too,” he said after a moment. “I could gnaw on these soft puppies all night long.”

It seemed like he intended to do just that, his teeth still busy while he positioned his cock at her slit. She was still loose enough from Ramirez that he was able to hilt her pussy in a single thrust, but not so loose that it didn’t hurt like hell. Aubrey wailed in pain as he eagerly chewed her tits and pounded her cunt.

She wanted to scream at him to stop, or at least slow down, but even if he would’ve listened, it wouldn’t have gotten her anywhere. Instead, she forced herself to wrap her legs around him and push back against his thrusts. He moaned in pleasure and did his best to tear her nipple off in his jaws.

She really was a whore now, part of her whispered as she fucked the Crow. She’d already pleased Ramirez with her tongue and fucked him with her ass, and now she was bucking her hips against a total stranger to help him get deeper into her twat. How was she supposed to forget all this and go back to having a normal life? She’d forever feel like an impostor, a cheap whore pretending to be a cop, and with the tattoos to prove it.

Aubrey felt his cock twitch as he came, felt the warmth of his semen as it spilled into the condom. “You’re a good fuck,” he said affectionately, and kissed the side of her neck. “A real good fuck. Welcome to the Crows.”

He rose off of her, his bite marks covering her chest, and stripped the condom off, tying the end of it. Aubrey looked at the semen filled rubber with disgust as the man produced a safety pin and stabbed it through the knot he’d made. “Let’s see…” he mused, looking down at her. “Left or right, which will look better…”

He knelt down, and the blonde shrieked as he drove the safety pin through her right nipple, pinning the condom to her body. “Yeah, that looks perfect,” he said approvingly as she shook her chest from side to side, trying to get the awful thing off. The used condom slapped wetly against her flesh as her tits swung back and forth, sending a spike of nausea through her.

“I’d be careful if I were you, slut,” he said, and flicked the condom with a fingernail. “How are we supposed to know who won or lost if you don’t keep track of your trophies?”

Aubrey froze. That was why they were using condoms in the first place, so everyone here could… she had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from being violently ill. It’s just one more humiliation, she told herself. Just one more.

By the time she’d recovered herself, the next man was approaching. “Let’s work on that gag reflex of yours, bitch.” She had to fetch another condom with her teeth, though it only took a few tries this time to slide it on.

This man didn’t want to leave her throat, and Aubrey spent the next ten minutes gagging and gurgling on his prick as he taught her the basics of throatfucking. “When one of us is in you, this is just a wet cunt, understand?” he told her. “It ain’t for talking, or biting, and sure as hell ain’t for breathing. You do that useless shit on your own time. Right now, your number one priority is using that throatcunt to show me a tight, sloppy good time. Know what number two is?” She shook her head. “Trick question! That’s your ONLY priority right now. So fuck that throat on my cock, bitch.”

She did. She faithfully fucked him with her throat as submissively as she’d fucked the first with her cunt. And just like him, she was eventually rewarded with another sticky bag of sperm, this one pinned to her left nipple.

The third and fourth men decided to enjoy her cunt and ass together. So the aspiring officer had her first threesome, sandwiched between the two as one drove into her guts from below and the other drilled her pussy from above. It felt like she was being ripped in half, but she dutifully clenched both her holes for them. “All you sluts secretly love this submissive shit,” said the man on top of her. He was amusing himself by sticking his fingers down her throat while his partner groped and mauled her tits. “You act tough and independent and whine about equal rights, but end of the day you love getting pinned down and shown your place by some real men. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now, would you?” She nodded obediently.

Not long after that, she was on her knees for a spitroast, one man down her throat and the other up her guts. When one of them gleefully suggested switching places so they could compare holes, she meekly turned around so she could tongue a shit smeared condom while her butt humped the spitslicked one. They made her switch twice more before they were ready to fill the condoms up and pin then to her.

Less than an hour later, it was time for her first foursome. The cameras captured every angle: the cock wedged down her throat, the one balls deep in her ass, the one stuffing her cunt. Aubrey showed all three a good time, clenching and bucking until three more used condoms dangled from her tits.

The gangbang continued for hours. Aubrey fucked Crows in every position and combination she could imagine. She squatted in place, smiling for the cameras as she slowly bounced up and down on hard shafts. She was flattened against the wall, milking dicks with her ass while their owners tried to fuck her right through the cement. She knelt and swallowed cocks so deeply that she could - and did - tongue their balls while she was down there. She was a willing, eager, and enthusiastic participant in dozens of rapes, all of them ending with more used condoms for her collection.

To her dismay, this turned out to be the easy part.

Hours later, one of the men sucked at his teeth as he regarded the two women. “I don’t know…” he said uncertainly. “You both made good offers…” He pointed at Sun. “Tell me yours again.”

The Korean woman brightened. “Oh sir, I’d love to guzzle your hot piss while humping your foot like the hopeless slut I am. Then I’ll lap my sweet sticky juices off your toes while riding your cock. Please sir, this horny slut will die if she doesn’t get to fuck you!”

Both women had been turned into pincushions by now. As physical abuse went, she’d suffered much worse tonight, but each disgusting rubber was a constant and terrible reminder of what she’d gone through. Every one signified not just a rape with a stranger, a gang member who saw her as a cheap whore, but a rape where she’d fully participated. Where she’d done her best to be a good crow slut, just like they wanted.

When they’d run out of room on their nipples, the men had started picking other places to pin the women’s “trophies”: their stomachs, their armpits, their thighs. Two used condoms dangled from Aubrey’s lower lip, slapping her chin every time she spoke, and another four were pinned to her labia.

All the different locations made them difficult to count, but it was obvious that Aubrey was losing. She was determined and desperate, but so was the other woman, and only one of them had the experience to back her up.

“I… I want to lick your asshole clean, sir,” the officer said when the Crow looked at her. “And then, um, show you how my own sexy asshole is, um, how tight and good it can make you feel.”

After the initial rush, where every Crow was eager to fuck them at least once or twice, the gangbang had shifted to this slower and somehow more horrifying phase. Now the women had to sell themselves to each man, had to make the case why she’d be a better fuck than her rival.

It was a sick game, and one that Aubrey was terrible at. She didn’t have the knowledge or the vocabulary for the kind of seduction the gang was demanding. Some of the men still decided to fuck her, but usually because she had a hole they hadn’t tried yet, not because they preferred her. And by now, everyone here had cum at least three or four times, and most of them were done for the night. She should feel relieved that this gangbang was almost over, but not when what was to come would be even worse.

The Crow shrugged and pointed at Aubrey. “Yeah, I could use some toilet paper. Get over here, slut.”

Surprised but not wanting to question it, the officer shuffled over on her knees before he could reconsider. His ass crack was sweaty, hairy, and somehow smelled even worse than the enema had, but she buried her face in it anyway, loudly slurping and sucking. She was losing, but she wasn’t THAT far behind. In some ways, her inexperience did help; the men loved the way she genuinely gagged on their cocks. If there were just a few more men willing to keep going, and she could convince all of them to pick her, she could make it.

She finished lapping the Crow’s ass clean, and signaled her completion with a slow, deep French kiss of his anus. It horrified her that she was even capable of such disgusting actions, but she couldn’t let herself be distracted by self loathing. Besides, there was nothing she could do that would make her feel lower than the memory of Hazel’s voice, tearfully begging her to think about her daughter…

“Good work, slut,” he told her with a smile. “In the mood for a piss chaser?”

“Yes sir,” Aubrey said meekly, and opened her mouth for him to urinate into. It wasn’t the first time she’d drunk piss today, and though the taste wasn’t getting any better, she’d learned enough to keep swallowing instead of choking and spilling piss all over herself, like she had on more than one occasion.

After he’d finished, she kept her mouth open a moment longer, to show that she’d swallowed it all like a good urinal, then crawled closer. “How would you like to fuck my ass, sir?”

“Huh?” He gave her a guileless look, then shook his head. “Oh, I never wanted to fuck you, slut, just needed some toilet paper.” He turned away from her to Sun. “Alright, sweetie, let me back in that lovely cunt of yours…”

Aubrey wanted to cry. Not just at how easily she’d been tricked, or the sheer callousness of it. She’d eaten out a man’s ass and drunk his piss, and now she was sad because he DIDN’T want to anally rape her. And even sadder because no one was stepping up to take his place. It was over. He was the last, and she’d lost. Regardless of the circumstances, she felt like scum. Lower than dirt, lower than those two snarling dogs, lower than…

A terrible idea flashed in her head. She hated it, utterly despised it and thought less of herself for even having it, but… it could work. It could be what she needed, if she was willing to try it.

“Sirs?” she asked nervously. No one even looked her way, all of them chatting and laughing with each other. They’d all realized the gangbang was ending too, and the bits of discussion she could hear was about what they were going to do when they got home, what their plans were for tomorrow and the rest of the week. They were just waiting for the last straggler to finish.

“Sirs!” she said, more loudly, and flinched when some of them finally looked at her.

“Crow sluts speak when spoken to,” said one of them crossly. “And you ain’t so good at sucking that we’ll miss your tongue. Give me one good reason not to cut it out of you.”

“Um, I didn’t,” she squeaked. “I just, I, I was wondering if anyone was interested in me, um, fucking one of the, the dogs…”

That silenced most of the conversations. “You want to do WHAT?” demanded the man who’d threatened to cut her tongue out.

Aubrey took a deep breath and tried to remember the sort of words she’d heard them and the other woman use. She could do this. “I was wondering, sir,” she said, slowly but firmly, “if watching this crow slut get mounted by a dog might make any of you want to fuck her.”

He burst out laughing, and so did many of the others. “Let’s find out!”

“Don’t try to fight him,” warned the dog handler a couple minutes later as Aubrey knelt on the floor. “He’ll consider it a struggle for dominance, and Rex hates bitches who think they’re better than him. Just submit and let him ride you as hard as he wants. He’s looking for a fleshlight, not a lover.”

Aubrey had already decided that this was the worst idea she’d ever had, and quite possibly the last. But it was too late to change her mind, and judging from the stiffening cocks she could see, she’d been right: the sight of her being raped by a dog was going to be more than enough to encourage another round of the gangbang. One dog now instead of many dogs for the rest of her life. It made sense,

She still hated the idea, though.

Rex put his paws on her back, his jagged nails already scraping bloody lines into her flesh. She felt his hot drool drip onto her bare flesh. “I know, I know,” encouraged the handler as he guided the Doberman’s erection. “You’ve had to go so many days without a bitch to mate. But just slip right in, there’s a good boy, and you’ll be making fresh puppies in no time!”

The canine’s cock touched her slit, and his animal instincts took over from there. He began thrusting his hindlegs wildly, jabbing at the air with his prick. It only took a few tries for him to find her entrance, and then his red rocket sank right into her, forcing a surprised grunt out of her mouth.

And just like that, Aubrey Williams was being raped by a dog.

Rex wasn’t the biggest rapist to violate her that night, or even the most violent, but he didn’t need to be. He was a DOG, a filthy drooling mutt with fur and claws and fleas. And his penis, his grotesque animal penis, was inside her, inside her most intimate space. Fucking her, raping her, mounting her like she was just another four legged bitch…

Aubrey vomited.

All of the watching crows, even Ramirez, laughed as she puked up the vile meal she’d eaten earlier, along with all the piss and cum she’d swallowed since. “Dammit, bitch!” said one of them lightly. “You were just moments away from having his jizz in all three holes! Lap it back up and live the dream!”

Rex’s… Aubrey remembered the disgusting enema she’d been given and forced to consume. She’d just unconsciously assumed that even if they were telling the truth about it being canine semen, that filth had come from somewhere… medical. Scientific. Which shouldn’t have made a difference, but it did. It shouldn’t matter that the stuff they’d forced up her ass, that she’d later forced down her own throat, had partially come from the same animal whose claws were tearing apart her back while his penis bounced off her cervix and his spittle showered her from above. But it did.

Aubrey tried to vomit again, but all that came up this time was bile. She was still staring at the puddle of puke, still frozen in shock and revulsion, when a hand grabbed the back of her head and forced her into the vomit, face first. “You’re being rude to your new mate!” Ramirez snapped. “He and his brothers generously donated their cum for your training. You will lick it all back up and you will thank him for the tasty meal. If you cannot even do that much, I promise you’ll spend the rest of your short life making it up to him with your fuckholes instead.”

A piece of Aubrey died under the weight of Ramirez’s command. It was the piece of her that knew she was Aubrey Williams, future police commissioner. The part that knew she was a brave, resourceful, and intelligent young woman who could do anything she put her mind to. And most of all, the part that knew she didn’t deserve any of this. That these monsters might do things to her, might force her to do things to them or to herself, but she would never deserve that treatment. She was better than them, better than this, better than just about everyone and everything in her life.

But future police commissioners did not lap up their own puke while being fucked by a large angry Doberman. Resourceful young women did not piss themselves in terror at the threat of this becoming the rest of her life. Someone who did not deserve this could never be the same person who realized she was fucking that Doberman back without even being told to, so desperate and eager to please that she was trying to be a good whore for a dog. Someone like that couldn’t be better than anyone. Someone like that deserved everything that was happening to her.

It didn’t make sense. It just didn’t. So that piece of Aubrey died while she noisily slurped her puke off the dirty cement floor, fear piss running down her legs, her hips rolling in time with Rex’s thrusts to encourage him to breed his latest bitch. It died and never came back.

Her tongue was still busy mopping the floor when she felt Rex begin to cum inside of her, the sensation eliciting equal parts relief and revulsion. On the one hand, it meant this gruesome animal rape was nearly over. On the other, it meant a dog was shooting its sperm into her womb, and Aubrey could not imagine a greater defilement of her body or her womanhood.

Then she felt his cock begin to swell.

She thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her at first, because… well, because it had to be. This situation was already beyond her worst nightmares, it couldn’t just keep getting worse. And yet, Rex’s cock swelled and swelled, and the Crows started making comments she didn’t understand.

“Ready to get hitched?” one of them asked.

“Sluts always go WILD the first time they taste a real doggy knot!” said another.

“Shit, first Ramirez and now Rex?” grumbled a third. “Bitch keeps this up, she’s gonna blow her cunt muscles out in the first week.”

Her confusion didn’t stop what happened next. Rex’s cock continued to grow until it was even thicker than Ramirez, a massive furry lump stretching her pussy. And worse, he was still cumming. With her entrance completely sealed by his shaft, his cum had nowhere to go but forward. Aubrey could feel it not just staining her womb but soaking it, an ever growing pool of canine spunk inside her.

“Good boy, Rex,” said the animal handler. “Good boy! That’s another fully knotted bitch.” He patted Aubrey’s head. “And good bitch too! I saw those hips. You’re tied together for the next thirty minutes, so just relax and enjoy yourself.”

“Thirty minutes?!” The words came out before she could stop herself.

Thankfully, the handler just chuckled, not seeming annoyed by her outburst. “Yep, your Rex is a virile boy. The other usually last fifteen minutes, twenty tops, but Rex has never gone under thirty. He leaves his bitches well fucked and fully creamed. Like I said, relax and enjoy it!”

Aubrey did neither, laying there trembling under the Doberman’s weight as his seed continued to gush into her. It had to be in her tubes by now, soaking her ovaries… she nearly vomited again. Even if she survived this, how could she ever be certain there wasn’t still some trace of him inside her? How could her womb ever feel clean?

“We still got another dog here!” she heard one of the Crows say. “Sure you don’t want get ridden too?”

The blonde looked up to see him addressing Sun, and panic nearly made her heart stop. If she said yes, that would put them back on equal footing. It would make what Aubrey had just gone through pointless. Don’t you fucking dare, she silently hissed.

The other woman shook her head. “N-no,” she said nervously.

A fierce sense of triumph filled Aubrey, and her spirits rose ever so slightly. That’s right, not everyone was as tough as her. This Korean bitch might have been able to sweet talk the men, but she didn’t have the guts to do what was necessary, not like Aubrey had. Because she was more than just some whore, she was Aubrey Williams, future-

“I, I’m scared of dogs, actually,” Sun quavered. For a moment her eyes met Aubrey’s, and they were cold and pitiless. Then she looked up at the man and fluttered her eyelashes. “I… I would do ANYTHING not to be stuck with them.”

The blonde’s heart sank.

She knew it was over, even before the man laughed and offered his cock for the woman to suck. Others began to gather around, all eager to tease and play with someone who’d offered up such a tempting weakness. Maybe she wasn’t even lying about her fear. It didn’t matter; in an instant, she was the center of attention, and Aubrey… Aubrey was just the idiot getting fucked by a dog.

Nearly an hour later, Sun was still the center of a squirming pile of bodies, and Aubrey had spent almost the entire time being mounted and stuffed by the slobbering Doberman. A few men had come by to enjoy the novelty of fucking her in tandem with a dog, their used condoms now pinned to her tongue, but it was nothing compared to the other woman.

“Rex is really taken with you,” said his handler approvingly. He was sitting next to her, watching her lap up the puddle of dog jizz Rex had left beneath them. It was the last thing the woman wanted to be doing right now, but Ramirez had insisted that she “clean her fucking mess”. “Don’t think I ever saw him go that long with a bitch before. He must REALLY want to give you his puppies.” Aubrey whimpered.

Ramirez stood up and clapped his hands once. “Let’s get an official count and wrap this up, guys. I’ve got a slut to start training tomorrow.”

The two women were placed on the mattresses again, and then the Crows took turns removing the pinned condoms. Each one was untied, then its recipient had to tilt her head back and let the cum ooze out of the rubber and down her throat. Time hadn’t improved the taste, but neither dared to complain.

In the end, Aubrey had been raped seventy three times, and Sun eighty seven. It wasn’t even close. “No big surprise there,” Ramirez said, “but the boys will still enjoy their new bitch. Should we let Killer do the honors?”

“Absolutely, but Rex will be happy to join in too,” their handler pointed out. “You know how they love a good spitroast.”

Aubrey shut her eyes as both of the dogs were led towards the mattresses. She tried to tell herself that she’d been through this once and she could manage it again, but the reassurance was hollow. Experiencing this once had taught her that she COULDN’T manage it; the sound of their nails on the floor was enough to make her shudder, and she already knew that for the rest of her life, she’d have nightmares about being crushed under shaggy monsters that raped her while their hot drool soaked her skin.

A woman screamed, and Aubrey’s eyes snapped open to see Sun almost buried under the weight of both dogs. Killer was mounting her from behind, his tail wagging furiously as he pumped her slit, while Rex’s prick drilled her screaming mouth.

The blonde gave Ramirez a wide eyed look. Had he… had he decided to save her?

He met her gaze coolly. “I told you already, whore: our good boys deserve the best. The rest of us are happy to make do with second place.” Other Crows nodded, grinning.

Sun wailed at the discovery that this was the fate she’d been working so hard for. Rex didn’t seem to like the noises she was making, and he angrily bashed his hips against her screaming face several times. By the time he stopped, her nose was a bloody mess and she’d swallowed half her teeth.

The two women’s gaze met for the final time, and Aubrey saw the horror in the other woman’s eyes, the bottomless despair as she was fucked by the two Dobermans. She knew with sudden certainty that she hadn’t been lying before: she WAS afraid of dogs.

Aubrey knew she should feel pity for the woman, who had just been trying to save herself, the same as her. But all she felt was satisfaction at seeing the bitch get the same fate she’d tried to saddle Aubrey with. So she bared her teeth at Sun in a vicious smile. “I win,” she mouthed silently, and the woman sobbed.

*

A little while later, she and Ramirez were alone in his bedroom.

The drive over had been relatively uneventful. She’d spent it with her mouth on his cock again, this time without any prompting required. She was able to get her lips around him without help now, but she hadn’t managed to get him into her throat yet. Still, the way she gagged while trying seemed to excite him, and between that and her hardworking tongue, she’d succeeded in coaxing a load out of him.

She was so close to freedom that she could almost taste it. Soon, maybe as soon as the rapidly approaching morning, he’d send her out to work the streets, thinking she was too cowed to do anything but obey. She’d make for the nearest police station, and that would be that. She still had the humiliating tattoos, and she was increasingly uncertain if she even wanted to press charges; did she really want it on public record that she’d fucked a dog as part of a thirty man gangbang? But she’d be free and safe and home. She could sort the rest out later, after she’d recovered.

To her pleasant surprise, Ramirez seemed too tired to rape her again before bed. If she was lucky, he’d never get the chance to do it again. Aubrey herself was more exhausted than she could ever remember, and barely able to keep her eyes open. Even when he pulled a footlocker out from under the bed and told her she’d be sleeping in it from now on, she regarded it with weary resignation rather than outrage.

The footlocker was a tight fit, tight enough that if she’d been any less tired, she wouldn’t have thought it possible to sleep like this. She had to scrunch into it, wedging herself in until she was in a jackknife position, her feet on either side of her head. “Um, sir,” she said, squirming slightly in a futile attempt to get more comfortable. “If, if you could just take my heels off, that would give me more room.”

“No,” he said. “They suit you.” He fastened a large pair of headphones around her ears, taping them to the sides of her face to ensure they wouldn’t fall off. To her misery, he followed that up by taping her eyes open.

“Um, I… I need to sleep, sir,” Aubrey pointed out, trying not to antagonize him.

“You can sleep later,” he said gruffly. “Got something for you to watch first.” He fixed a visor onto her head. “Good night, whore. We’ll start your training tomorrow.” The lid closed with a heavy thunk, followed by the metal clicks of multiple padlocks.

Her training? Fat chance of that, Aubrey thought. She’d been unable to defy him when it was thirty versus one, but now they were alone together, and she had no intention of making this easy for him. He didn’t know she was a cop, but he’d soon realize she wasn’t the weak-willed whore he thought she was.

An hour later, Aubrey was having second thoughts.

A woman screamed through her headphones, loud enough to make the blonde flinch. The two Crows torturing her had already sawed two of her fingers off, but her cries were only getting louder and more desperate as they started on the third.

The Crows’ laughter mocked their victim’s screams. “What’s wrong now, slut?” one of them asked as he set down the saw, leaving her finger connected only by a thin strand of flesh. He wrapped his hand around the digit and slowly tugged, tearing it off her hand completely. “We’re going to all this trouble to prepare you fresh ingredients for dinner, just like you insisted!”

“Maybe she’s just hungry,” the other suggested. “We were gonna finish the entire hand first, but here, have an appetizer!” He took one of her severed fingers and shoved it into her mouth.

The video hadn’t bothered to provide the name of the woman being tortured to death, only the reason: after repeatedly trying and failing to eat one of her meals without puking, she’d asked to be fed real food. For that, the Crows were going to chop her up and force feed her pieces of herself until she died. Her executioners were in a good mood about it all, casually discussing between themselves how far they’d be able to get. Both were confident she’d survive long enough to eat all her fingers and toes, but one thought she’d die gnawing on a foot while the other was hoping she’d reach an elbow.

The previous video had been a woman executed for spitting out her trainer’s cum. After pumping her cunt and guts full of dog semen and sewing her closed, they’d slowly drowned her in a shallow puddle of jizz provided by her trainer. Her lips had been sewn shut as well, and she’d died frantically trying to force them open so she could suck down enough cum to draw breath.

Before that, a trainee who’d forgotten to call her trainer sir one too many times. They told her that if she could apologize to him one thousand times, they’d forgive her, but she was only in the three hundreds when the baseball bats they were beating her with ruptured something inside her and she began coughing up blood. She was gone before reaching six hundred.

All these nameless women were tortured to death while being trained as crow sluts. None of them had engaged in violence or rebellion or attempted escape; they just hadn’t been good enough to survive training. Each horrific death hammered into Aubrey how fragile her own life was. She’d thought surviving the warehouse audition meant that at least she wasn’t in danger of dying anymore, but to the Crows she was still as disposable as any of these women. Ramirez wasn’t just her captor, rapist, and abuser. He was judge and jury and even executioner if he wanted.

Seven hours passed before the footlocker opened to reveal Ramirez’s scowling face. “What now, whore?” he asked as he pulled the visor and headphones off of her. “You still want that nap?”

“No sir!” Aubrey said promptly, trying not to remember the woman who’d had her eyes gouged out for being “a lazy bitch who just wanted to sleep all the time”. She awkwardly tumbled out of the footlocker, then shuffled closer to begin kissing his feet. Her limbs felt heavy as iron, but every time she closed her eyes she saw the moment one of the Crows literally ripped the ovaries out of a woman’s body. “I can’t wait to start my training, sir!”

Ramirez smirked down at her. “Yeah, I bet. Alright slut, ass up! Let’s see if you remember anything from yesterday’s buttfucking.”

The blonde rolled onto her stomach, got her knees under herself, and raised her butt for him. This didn’t mean she was a whore, she tried to tell herself, as Ramirez began working his prick back into her guts. Or that she’d given up. She just needed to make it through her training.

Those other women had failed, but they weren’t her. She was a smart and hardworking police officer, not a random whore off the street, no matter what anyone thought. She would make it through this.

She had to.