Dawn

The cell was cold. There was no way to warm herself up, except with the thin layer of clothes she already had. Problem was, most of those had been torn from her body earlier in the day. It had been a miserable day at the market. Her handlers would beat anyone who so much as felt the urge to sneeze. Her clothes had been ripped from being shown to her potential buyers.

Dawn shivered, hands bound behind her back, blindfold over her eyes. She had gone for a good price, her handler had been happy. She hadn't been able to see anything since then. Bound and cuffed since transported from the market to her new home in this cold and dreary cell. She had been terrified to move from the spot she had been thrown, her body was becoming chilled from the cold bare floor. She had no way to tell how long she had been laying alone in her room.

She was in a cell block, that much was for certain. The screams and groans of pain surrounding her confirmed that this was a place she didn't want to be. A place of pain and misery. Oh, how her luck continued to fail her. Heavy thumps patrolled up and down the hallway, male voices jeering at the occupants of each cell. Occasionally a female voice would join in. Either way it made Dawn's stomach churn at the thoughts of what could happen to her.

She jumped at the clank of a lock opening, the sound echoing throughout the cells. "This one," a gruff voice barked. She tensed herself for whatever torture was in her future. Except, she was never taken. A voice younger than her cried out as they were removed from their cell nearby. Their captors laughed as they struggled to get away. A sickening thud and a grunt of pain put an end to their newest victims' attempts. They dragged them off to anyone's best guess, it was most likely no better then where she was now.

Dawn continued to wait for her turn, counting in her head, the minutes dragging on. Shifting positions when her side got too tired of being lain on. The person taken earlier was brought back. Their sobbing out of control, gasping for air by the lungfuls. What had happened to them?

"We have time for one more," the gruff voice from earlier announced. It sounded close. It was time for her torture no doubt.

Another cell door clanged open, heavy boots stomping towards their next victim. Her. She felt the vibrations through the floor as her captors came closer. Rough hands picked Dawn up by the arms, dragging her upright. Her legs gave out when she tried to put weight on them. Her ankle hurt, but she wasn't sure why.

"Move your ass," a different male voice said. Dawn was pushed forward, stumbling over her feet until she fell. Her face stinging from where she had hit the ground.

"Can't do as she's told," the first gruff male voice tsk'd. "We can fix that." A slight chuckle from his words.

Dawn tensed at her position on the ground. She had no way to escape. She didn't know her way around this building, let alone being able to see her way out. The man seemed almost excited for what was about to happen to her. Dawn shivered as she was jerked from the ground and led forward. The unseen twists and turns confused her until she gave up trying to figure the complex out. They could've been dragging her up and down the same hallways for all she knew.

Her arms were finally freed as she was thrown onto a metal table. Her head slamming into it, stars exploding in front of her unseeing eyes. Clicks were heard as her arms were clamped down by her sides. A slight pain in her wrists from the tightness of the new restraints. There would be no escaping.

"What should we start with?" Delight dripped from the words.

What would happen to her? Dawn shivered as a breeze blew across her exposed belly. She used to have a shirt, that was before she wound up on the market. Now it was more of a holey crop top. She had angered her handler the day before and he had ripped the rotting fabric from her. The glint in his eyes when he saw her exposed belly had prevented her from sleeping that night. Terrified of what he would do to her. Now her worst fears would most likely come to life.

"Too bad she isn't bigger," a voice said above her. She couldn't tell who, the voices were beginning to mix together.

She felt a hand move over her chest. The only thing separating the hand from her skin was her barely there shirt. Dawn squeezed her eyes shut as her brain began to panic. Torture for information on her groups location she thought she could handle. But this… a whimper formed in her throat.

Another set of hands made it to her legs running up the inside and down the outside of it. "Hairy little cunt isn't she?" A third voice remarked.

"You'd be that way too if you lived like a feral," a smacking sound could be heard. Dawn assumed one of the men had smacked the other. They tussled each other for a few minutes before being yelled at by their leader. A thud as items were dropped onto a surface.

Dawn flinched at the sound, wishing she could see what was going on, but thankful she wouldn't have permanent images etched in her mind. She wiggled her wrists in the restraints in an attempt to escape to no avail. She was starting to lose feeling in her hand, and her breathing was increasing from the anticipation. She was surprised her heart hadn't exploded out of her chest.

"Start with this," the first man grunted, handing off an item.

A chuckle was heard then something was forced into Dawn's mouth. She squealed in terror, trying to turn her head away, thrashing her body to try and discourage the person. This only made someone grab her head and pry her mouth open, waiting for the item to be forced between her teeth. Tears were falling from her eyes as her heart ran a marathon. Being chased by hunters would be better than this!

Dawn's tongue pushed against the smooth object attached to her mouth. A ball had been forced and strapped to her face. The leather pressed painfully into her cheek, as her tongue tried to force the ball from her mouth. She let out a muffled cry of surprise as she felt a warm slobbery mouth touch her abdomen. The tongue started tracing patterns on her skin, while the breath from their nose felt warm against her chilled skin. She brought her knee up and bashed the man in the head. She would defend herself for as long as she could. Knowing that her action would be punished. She was lucky they hadn't fitted her with a shock collar like the others sent to the work camps.

The man snarled in pain, slamming their hand into her stomach. She cried out, jerking her body up then back down when her shoulders were forced back to the table. She gasped for breath as her head hit the table once more. The stars became bigger in front of her eyes. She sobbed in pain and fear as the men discussed how they were going to proceed with her.

"Looks like we'll be needing the rope early," a delighted voice announced. A hand clap was heard then Dawn was pulled painfully to the edge of the table. Her wrists were readjusted in the clamps so they were now above her head. Her left leg was forced to the side of the table. Rope tied tightly around her ankle to the point of lost circulation, and was attached to what she assumed was the table leg. After her other leg was tied down she knew there would be no more movement without permission.

"Now let's see this bitch squirm!" A rough hand slapped her upper thigh, making her cry out once more. Dawn did her best to not move, instead crying out as much as her gag would allow her. She didn't care if she couldn't see with the blindfold; she refused to open her eyes until she was back in her cell.

Over the next several minutes her clothes were cut away from her. She shivered from the cold air that was now covering her completely. The only relief being the men's warm hands roaming over every inch of her body that they had uncovered. Breathing through the gag was next to impossible, especially when they pinched her nose until she felt like she would pass out. Once they became bored of fondling her body, they decided it would be time to get out more of their toys, as they called them.

Dawn could've never prepared herself for the newest sensation they would force upon her. One of the men stood between her thighs and began poking her with something hard and cold. Dawn didn't know what it was, but it scared her greatly. She could hear the man spitting on the object he held to her center. His warm spittle splashing on her as well as the object. Without warning the item was shoved inside of her. She let out a surprised shriek as the item stretched and prodded her in ways she had never felt before.

The uncomfortable agony continued as the men took turns suckling her chest, while another would push items in and out of her, slapping at her groin area. There were points during the ordeal when she moaned from an unknown pleasure that would wash over her, making her shiver. It was a welcome release from the pointed object stabbing her from the inside. The feeling also made her feel dirty, ashamed to be feeling good when she was being forced into unwanted things. It terrified her when the men held an item that sounded like an angry bee next to her and began massaging her groin area. Her body tensed as the tingling sensations would grow and a knot formed in her stomach. They continued to torture her with the inserted items, the massaging bee, and kissing various parts of her body with their warm mouths. This kept going until she arched her back and a large wet sensation forced them to stop what they were doing.

Dawn lay on the table, breathing hard as waves of exhaustion fell over her. They had to be nearly done now, right? There couldn't possibly be more to her torture. She tried to listen to the men as they talked, but her brain was still recovering from the explosion her body had just gone through.

"Condoms?" One of the men asked in outrage. "This one won't live long enough for that to be a problem."

Dawn's heart stilled. What was this man insinuating? The object that had been left in her was taken out. She soon felt a warm hairy body touch the inside of her thighs, something soft poking her core. She wasn't given enough time to register what it was before it slammed into her. Dawn screamed through the gag, tears coursing down her face, the blindfold already too wet to hold anymore.

The man continued to slam into her, groaning in pleasure, as the other men in the room cheered him on. Dawn had lost count of how many people were in the room at that point. The voices all sounded the same. She finally felt a warm sensation inside of her as the man thrusted one last time. A sigh of contentment leaving his lips. "I'll definitely be coming back for you more often," he leaned down over her, whispering into her ear. His hairy chest tickled her skin as he pinched one of her nipples hard.

Dawn cried out in agony, she had tried pleading with the men, but the gag prevented her from uttering anything comprehensible. She had resigned to the fate she had been dealt. What more could they do to her?

"Who's next?"

Dawn went through the same ordeal too many times to count. She began blocking the men out, wishing to be back in the safety of her cell. Her face was drenched in tears and the spittle that had escaped her mouth. A few of the men decided to ejaculate their fluids over her naked body and face while waiting their turn.

"Was that everyone?" the leader of the men asked, after what seemed like an eternity.

Dawn's lower regions burned from the constant friction that had passed through. There was no way she'd be able to walk back to her cell. She felt the crowds eyes turn towards her, as they admired their handiwork. The angry bee came back to torture her one last time.

"You were such a good girl, I'll give you a reward," the leader whispered in her ear as the angry bee massaged her groin once again.

Dawn squirmed on the table, wishing she could move more then she was allowed. Her stomach knotted up once more, before she felt the tide of wetness explode again. Dawn moaned in relief once the sensations were done. She never wanted to feel those things again. Let alone being forced to feel them. She was released from the table soon after this. As she stood upright she felt a flood of liquid fall down the insides of her quivering legs. She was held up by a man on either side of her, holding her arms so she wouldn't fall. Her head hung down as she waited for whatever was coming next, her skin shivered as all the fluids began to drip from where they had landed on her.

The leader of the group tsk'd as his eyes roved over Dawn's body. "Such a filthy mess she's made." She heard the group chuckle right before she was hit with a blast of cold water. She cried out as she began shivering more violently. When would this torture end? The water sprayed on her for what seemed like eternity. Her body was beginning to freeze from the water and the air surrounding her. She would die from hypothermia before the day was over.

"Dry her off and put her back," the leader ordered, then walked off, leaving her with the men that had defiled her.

Dawn felt a rough cloth being dragged over her body as the men's hands made every excuse to touch her all over again. Pinching at her chest, and rubbing her core, fingers moving in and around her. While others simply ran their hands along any part they could reach. An oversized shirt was forced over her head, it fell barely mid thigh on her. It would have to do. Her hands once again bound behind her and the gag finally removed. She sobbed with relief and dread as she was returned to her cell. This was going to be her future and there was no escape.

——

Dawn stood against a cold wall. Her hands stretched above her head attached to a hook that dropped down from the ceiling. She had been taken out of her cell several times for a repeat of sexual activities with these men. Sometimes women would join in on her torture. They would pinch and slap her, calling her a "whore" or "slut". As if she had a choice in the matter…

Dawn's stomach grumbled. She clenched her fists. She had yet to receive real food since arriving at this hellhole. The second or third time she had been taken from her cell she had been told to suck off each man in the room to get her waiting meal. She had been so desperate for anything to eat at that point. She had willingly accepted all of them into her mouth. Punished when she spat out their semen. What she hadn't anticipated was the men's fluids for her meal.

Hunger pains had racked her body for several days after that. She was told to be thankful she got what she did, but even now she could feel her energy waning. Her legs collapsed from underneath her putting strain on the bindings around her wrists. Her head felt light, as she tried to get her bearings once again. She still couldn't see anything. The blindfold was still on and she had resigned to the fact that she would never see anything while she was with these people.

A door opened nearby, her captors had finally returned. She yelped in pain when she felt a paddle hit her from behind. "Stand up," a male voice ordered her.

Dawn pulled on her wrists, trying to get the strength to get on her feet again. After several moments she was successful only to be paddled in the stomach. She doubled over in pain, putting more strain on her wrists. Liquid began trickling down her arms. It was most likely her own blood. "Please," she rasped out, not being able to finish her sentence.

The man grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to look at what she assumed would be his face. "Did I give you permission to speak?" He growled, spittle landing on her face.

Dawn let out a terrified whine. She tensed as she readied for the blows she would be receiving.

"I'll teach you to speak without permission," the man grumbled, laying the paddle down on a nearby table. Dawn heard his belt come undone, her stomach dropping. Her hands were released from the hook holding her upright, allowing her to gratefully fall to her knees. Her relief only lasted momentarily when she was grabbed by the hair. "Open!" The man demanded.

Dawn did as she was told, not wanting today's session to last any longer than necessary. The man thrusted into her mouth nearly choking her. "Take it!" He demanded, holding her head still as he pressed even further into her mouth. Tears wet Dawn's cheeks as the man continued the process of thrusting and holding her still. Finally hot liquid seeped down her throat as the man finished in her mouth, pulling out as he was still coming, dirtying her face. Dawn kept her mouth open, not wanting to get yelled at again.

"Good girl," the man patted her on the cheek, harder than necessary. "The rest of the party should be here soon." He announced, buckling his pants as he let Dawn collapse to the ground.

She shivered, she was hoping for a short session today. Her stomach gurgled, hunger gnawing at her insides. Dawn felt tears prick at the backs of her eyes. She didn't even remember what food tasted like anymore, just these dirty stinky men.

"You'll get the rest of your meal soon enough," the man chuckled. The table above Dawn creaked as he sat down on top of it. Voices could be heard in the hallway. There was a lot. Dawn felt pressure in her head build up and forced her to black out.

Dawn woke up to her entire body bound into an uncomfortable contortion, hanging from the ceiling. She had liquid running down her one leg still on the ground. Her hands were bound tightly behind her, with rope running over her chest and around her neck. A ring had been forced into her mouth and secured with a rubber strap around her head. Her chin drenched in what she hoped was saliva, but knew deep down it wasn't the only thing.

"Look who decided to join the party," a female voice jeered. Someone slapped Dawn's chest making her cry out. Her nipples were sore, she became aware of the clamps that were pressing down on her sensitive nubs. "Let her down. It's my turn for some pleasure."

Dawn felt herself fall to the ground, her one leg unable to support her weight, the other one bound to itself against her body. She sat up as best she could, but fell over as her brain refused to cooperate.

"I told the guys to go easy on you when you were passed out. We weren't sure if you'd be able to swallow their loads while asleep." The woman's soft hands ran along Dawn's side, releasing the leg bound to her torso. "But surprise, surprise you handled everything just fine." The woman took Dawn's chin in her hand after helping her into a kneeling position. Her lips pressed against Dawn's.

Dawn knew better than to pull back. She'd only get hit more. Dawn sat in the woman's embrace, unable to do anything to stop her when her tongue was forced into Dawns mouth. The woman's tongue ran along Dawn's teeth, and massaged every taste bud on her tongue. Hands were caressing her body. Every inch of her covered by someone else's warm calloused hand. Rubbing what bodily fluids were on her into her skin.

The angry bee, which Dawn had found out was called a vibrator, made its comeback to today's session. She felt the vibrations in her groin area as the woman continued to press kisses along her cheekbone and move down to her collar. Dawn squealed in pleasure as warmth burst through her body. Stars appearing behind her eyelids, her head threatening to black out once again.

"Put that away," the woman commanded whoever was holding the vibrator. "I want my due."

Dawn's face was shoved into this woman's crotch. Her nose nuzzled the woman's warm folds.

"I better feel your tongue," the woman growled, spreading herself so Dawn had easier access.

Dawn held back her sob. She stuck her tongue through the metal ring and began licking the woman in her privates. The woman moaned in pleasure, holding Dawn's head even closer to her. She heard the men jeering behind her, talking about the great view.

Once Dawn was able to make the woman finish, the men ripped her away and began on her once again. They placed her on top of one who was laying down. He pushed against her rear, forcing himself into her ass. Another man thrusted into her core as the man underneath her began to thrust.

"Quit your crying." The woman scolded, upon hearing Dawn's whimpers of pain. A rubber dildo was placed in her mouth, moving in and out while she was fondled once more. After the men had finished, she was thrown back into her cell. Still bound and with the ring in her mouth. They stopped giving her the shirt after the first day.

Dawn cried herself to sleep that night, wishing she could see any of her friends. But knowing deep down she would probably die here.

——

Dawn woke up to intense cramping in her stomach. She retched, rolling to her side as the pain consumed her. She had been in this place for over a week, maybe a week and a half. Moving was becoming a task in itself, and she was beginning to hallucinate on an almost daily basis. Her blindfold was still in place, making her heart flutter as she felt liquid gush out of her.

It couldn't be her period, because she had gotten it before she was sold. And she knew she hadn't been in this place a full moon cycle yet. She was finally bleeding to death.

Dawn rolled onto her back, crying, her bound hands shoved under her. She couldn't find a way to relieve the intense pain in her abdomen. She felt the pressure in her head increase, her mind swimming as she began to black out once more. The only thing that gave her mercy in this awful place.

"Dawn."

She was hallucinating again. Nobody here cared about her name.

"Dawn."

Dawn listened to the voice whisper her name. It sounded familiar. She let her mind succumb to the darkness, hoping to get some peace.

When Dawn came to she was resting against someone's chest, their warm arms lightly embracing her. The hair on their chin tickled her forehead. She started at being able to see. The boy behind her chuckled as she turned to look at them. "John?" Dawn asked breathlessly.

She hadn't seen him since their group had been found out. Dawn looked around the room. It was a dormitory, the rows of beds, sheets strewn everywhere from the kids getting up earlier in the day. It was a welcoming sight.

"I missed you," John gently took Dawn's hand and brought her into a hug.

"I missed you too," she cried into his shoulder, melting into his strong arms.

John rubbed her back, rocking them in place as he helped soothe her. "We'll see each other again soon enough," John gently wiped the tears from her cheek.

"How do you know?" Dawn sniffled, wiping her eyes. Relishing the feeling of being able to move her arms on her own.

"I just know," John whispered, moving a fallen hair out of Dawn's face. He gently led Dawn to a nearby bed. They sat down facing each other, hands clasped together.

"Get her up!" A gruff voice yelled in the distance.

Dawn jumped, her breathing increasing. John took a calming hand to her cheek, letting her lean into it, her eyes closing at his touch. He gently shushed her, leaning his head in closer. Their lips connected, Dawn melting into John's arms, ignoring the screaming and rough pulling in the distance.

The pair separated, faces still inches from one another. John's hand never leaving the side of her face. "Let me love you," he whispered, his olive green eyes staring lovingly into her bronze ones.

"Okay," she whispered back.

John gave her a small playful smile, connecting their lips once more. He guided her body to lay down on the bed, hovering over her, making sure to not put too much pressure on any one point of her body. His hand lightly moved over her cheek, trailing down her neck to her collarbone.

Dawn shivered from the touch, but it wasn't from disgust. This felt the opposite of what the horrible men were doing to her right then. This was pleasure. This was love. John moved his lips along her jawline, trailing down to the hem of her shirt.

His hands trailing up her sides as he moved the shirt hem upwards. His tongue left designs along her belly. If she became uncomfortable he immediately stopped and would readjust. Always coming back to her head, giving her sweet kisses all over her face. If he wasn't kissing, he was whispering his love to her.

Her shirt came off over her head, her breathing coming in gasps. "John," she whispered, a coiled feeling in her stomach. After everything she had gone through she was becoming apprehensive.

John moved back to her head, a soft hand to her cheek. "I won't hurt you, I will never hurt you." He whispered, taking her hand in his free one. "You tell me when to stop."

Dawn searched his face, before nodding in agreement. "I trust you."

John gave her favorite crooked smile then started kissing her collarbone, slowly trailing down to her chest. She didn't hurt. There was no pinching, biting or prodding. Only John's gentle kisses that sent warm butterflies in her stomach.

He removed her pants and underwear , exposing the rest of her to his warm ness. Dawn looked him over, he still had his clothes on. "You're overdressed," she smiled, unbuttoning his shirt.

Her hands trailed along his slightly toned chest, breathing in his scent as his shirt fell around her face. She brought a hand to his face, running it along his jawline, making him sigh in contentment, gently leaning into her hand.

Dawn let out a squeal of pain, curling her body into a ball. John surrounded her in his arms, instantly soothing her. "Look at me," he whispered. "It's just you and me" he covered her in his soft kisses once more.

"I can't," Dawn gasped, more pain was radiating from her face, a red hand print showing up.

"It's just you and me," John continued, he rocked her back and forth, allowing her to cry. "Let me take your mind off of everything." He moved a stray hair that kept falling in her face. "Can I do that?"

Dawn nodded, putting her full trust in him. John nodded, trailing his kisses further down her body, Ending at her core. She shivered as his tongue swirled around and he suckled her, making her grab the edge of the bed from the pleasure warming her body.

"John," Dawn moaned. He brought his face up to hers once more and kissed her with as much passion as he could muster.

Dawn undid his pants and helped him slide them off, freeing him. "Are you sure?" He asked, hovering over her, making sure she agreed before he touched her again.

"Yes," she breathed, a hand guiding him back to her lips.

John inserted himself into her core, both of them moaning in pleasure. He held her hands by her head as he thrusted. Each of their bodies matched the others rhythm.

Dawn finally cried out as pleasure finally swept over her. John soon followed after, falling to the side of her. He scooped her into his arms, holding her. "We'll be together soon. You'll see." He whispered into her hair as she drifted off to sleep.

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DO NOT READ PAST THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO CRY! I JUST WANTED AN ENDING FOR DAWN! THERE IS NO SMUT PAST THIS POINT!

Dawn could feel herself wasting away as the days progressed. Her mind never hallucinated John again to her dismay. She could no longer move on her own and was hardly ever removed from her cell anymore. She was left alone to rot.

The days blended, she wasn't able to tell if she woke up on the same day or if she had slept several days at a time. The groans and sobs from the other cells all turned into a dull roar to her. Today she heard an angry man shouting orders as they passed by cells.

Her heart raced as she was finally deemed worthy enough to be let out of her room. She was picked up and slung over someone's shoulder, her blindfold finally beginning to slip off her head. She bounced along, not having the strength to do anything else. The dim light in the cell block was enough to make her eyes water.

She pressed her eyes closed, concentrating on her breathing which had become shallow over the last few days. The heat from the man's arm holding her was a welcome relief against her naked body compared to the chill of the cell.

A door opened into a dark room, darker than where she had come from. A putrid odor seeped into the hallway. Dawn was tossed into the room, landing in a crumpled heap on top of a lumpy pile. She cried out in pain, her joints creaking, the blindfold finally falling the rest of the way off. She lifted her head to see the door closing behind her. "Wait," she attempted to say, but all that came out of her dry throat was a dusty croak.

She fell further onto the pile, exhaustion sweeping over her. Where was she? Why was she left in here with a pile of garbage? She coughed as she attempted to breath in the putrid smelling room. Her head turned to the side, falling as she didn't have enough energy to keep looking at the door.

She gasped when she saw a skeletal face staring blankly at her. Her eyes scanned over what was covering that body to see another body and another. She realized she was laying on a pile of bodies, all starved to death. "No," she mouthed as tears attempted to form in her eyes. She had been left here to die.

Dawn gasped for fresh air. Only getting momentary relief when the door was opened for another naked body to be thrown in. Some had already passed away before they made it to the room. Some were taking their final breaths, too weak to move.

"John." His image flashed before Dawn's eyes, she wanted to scream in pain as her heart broke. He said they would see each other again! She finally closed her eyes, her last breath leaving her broken body.

-OR-

"John," Dawn saw his figure appear in front of her. He beckoned for her to follow him. "I can't," Dawn gasped out, her chest heaving. It was getting harder to breathe.

"Don't leave me," she cried, his figure becoming hazy.

"I'll never leave you," he whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her close to him. He stroked her hair, as she cried into his chest.

She started to look behind herself only for John to take her chin in his hand forcing her to look towards him. "Let's leave these memories behind," he kissed her on the forehead, frowning as he saw her body lose its color, to be forgotten.

Dawn nodded her head, noticing the white dress she wore that flowed with no wind. John took her hand and they left the building, never to be spoken of again.