Marie Rose had one job; to throw the fight. She had to make it look believable, of course, but Helena was very clear about the fact that she had to lose. There were some debts involved that Helena had been very cryptic about, but all that mattered was the man she was matched against come out in the end of a hard fought match that could immediately establish his legitimacy as a fighter, and more importantly square the bets placed on the very unevenly stacked match, whose odds would have given an incredible payout to anyone who bet the underdog. Said underdog somehow not being the eighteen year-old Swedish girl standing at four feet and ten inches, whose long blonde hair was done up in two pigtails with ribbons, and whose blue and white dress was more evocative of Alice in Wonderland than of an underground street fight. And yet, nobody shouting over each other rowdily as the fight began had any doubt that she would win.

Which was the point, of course, and she was willing to take a dive on Helena's orders without hesitation. There was no pride on the line in some seedy corner of the city and with no tournament stakes involved; even if her reputation took a bit of a hit when word got out that some unknown beat her, she could simply bring it back by going all out in her next fight. But as the fight began and she opened up with her first kick, something very unfortunate happened.

Her very first kick connected with the man's skull, and he went down. Not just back, not just stumbling away and having to pull himself back up. Slack-jawed and limp on the floor. Knocked cold with a single kick, it was not a particularly climactic fight, and the usual cheers were gone; they hadn't even seen a one-sided beat down take place. Just a single strike and an utter failure of anything to happen, even if almost everybody had bet on Marie and in the process made a dollar or two. What may have been impressive in a real tournament match if only for the caliber of competitor was in this situation just a waste of time; the odds were so heavily in her favour, and it would have been better not to have the match at all than to see the way it immediately fell apart in one-sided dominance.

But making the crowd happy had not been Marie's first priority in light of what had gone down, and in worry, she looked over to Helena, who stood beside the man she apparently owed money to. Her lady looked very dismayed by the turn of events, but the man stood him was a different story; he wore a wolfish grin and seemed far less unhappy about the unexpected turn of events and the ways in which she had failed utterly in her task than he probably should have. He said something to Helena, who turned around and walked off, and he reached a hand over to Marie, waving her over as he receded back into his office.

Marie followed, moving through the crowd that tried to throw itself extra hard into the next announced fight in hopes of it at least proving a little more interesting than the nothing of a match they'd had to watch. She made her way to the office, where she found him sitting at the desk, a dark skinned man in an impeccable purple suit, wearing the every epitome of the very rich and very business-driven gangster in everything about his outfit. "You just cost me a lot of money," he said, although the smile remained on his face, undercutting what he was saying quite clearly. "And I don't like losing money, or when people can't follow orders."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Marie said, making sure she had her back to the wall as she tried her best not to look all around the room or constantly at the doorway, but was very aware of the fact that at any moment, she may have been in for some problems. It was pretty apparent given the office in question that he likely ran the underground fight club, which meant the security guards were his guys. Not that she totally minded may having to fight off more than a few "too many" guards, but if she had to, the last thing she wanted to do was take a bat to the back of the head before she'd even realized she was in trouble. "Is there anything I can do to fix this?" She didn't want to mention outright that maybe she should have been paired with a fighter who would be able to take a single hit before going down, so she made sure there was no chance of ambush; if she was fighting her way out of here, things were going to get ugly.

"There is actually." He smirked, pointing toward another door in the room. "My boys hang out in there. You want me to call it square with your boss? Go in there and give them a good time. I'll forgive her debts, and I'll forgive you for knocking one of my boys out and fucking up my bet."

Marie gasped as she looked over to the room, immediately aware of the implied expectation being put on her and what was meant by a good time; she wasn't an idiot, after all, and she was quickly becoming aware that there was something here that Helena had not informed her of. "Lady Helena didn't borrow money from you, did she?"

"Smart girl. She needed favours. The kind of shit you can't do when you run a company like that. And if you want to keep this from becoming a problem for her, you're gonna go down to see my boys, and you're gonna suck cock until you've paid off her debts. Or, should I make a call and turn this into a problem?" The smile was gone, replaced by a cutting and rather shark-like expression, the face of a man intent on not fucking around in the slightest as he went viciously for what he wanted and made clear his intentions; either she paid up, or he was going to carry on like he wasn't getting paid, and it wasn't a bluff.

Marie whined and shook her head. "It won't be a problem." She started toward the door, still wearing her Alice Lidell costume and struggling to keep from trembling as she approached the door. Hiding the steadily mounting worry was not the easiest thing to do as she advanced. Her body being used as payment was not something she was fully comfortable with, but there wasn't much of a choice on the table, and she would have rathered get it over with than push and fight if it was going to cause problems for Helena. Even if Helena was throwing her under the bus pretty harshly here. Pushing the door open, she stepped in without knowing exactly what she was in for, and realized all too late that she hadn't thought out the scope of what she was about to get into, but even if she had, this was not what she would have expected.

There must have been fifteen men in the room, fifteen sets of eyes all on her slender and ripe body, each and every last one of them excited to see her. Each and every last one of them was strong, muscular, and dark-skinned, and they looked at her like she was prey. Scattered murmurs and words overlapped with one another, making her stomach sink and her chest tighten in worry as she realized that she had agreed to something that was far from okay. "Uh, I'm Marie, and I'm--"

"You're the white bitch who just fucked the boss out of his money," someone cut out. "And now he sent you here to get fucked, didn't he?"

The worry and fury bubbled up within the Swedish girl, who found herself on the receiving end of some very unwelcome remarks, and she had no intention of standing for such treatment. "Well, yes, he did, but please don't call me a bitch, and I hardly see what my being white has to--ah! Let go!" Hands seized her wrists, and the blonde whined as she struggle against the sudden presence of two men at either side of her, each holding tightly onto one arm and driving her down to her knees. The room exploded into a bustle of rowdy noise as she was pushed down in front of the man who'd been speaking to her, leaving her shivering as she looked up, whimpering and suddenly much, much less proud and aggressive about things.

"You're here to get fucked until we decide you've worn out your usefulness," he explained, undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock. A cock that even half flaccid was so intimidatingly large that Marie winced at the very sight of it. "And your tight little body is about to learn what it feels like to get pounded by black cock. So damn right you're our white bitch tonight. Now start doing what you're here to do, and don't give us a reason to complain what you're just another stuck up white girl afraid to get some real dick for once." Grabbing his dick, he pushed forward, smacking it against Marie's face as it rapidly filled with blood, hardening and swelling to an even greater size, an intimidating and throbbing length that continued to slap across her blushing cheeks for a moment. "Open up wide for this one, slut."

Hands tugged at her pigtails, making her yelp as they tilted her head back, and to avoid any further retribution she opened her mouth and hoped that she could avoid any further punishment by complying. Which sounded like a good idea in theory, but the brutal slam forward proved that there was very little mercy to be found by playing along. Her mouth was filled with the thick cock, her jaw dropping a little lower to try and accommodate all of it, only to feel him penetrating onward with reckless, conquering fury. He wasn't going to take it easy on her regardless, and she whined as he pushed into her throat. Sounds of struggle bubbled up but didn't earn her anything other than wicked laughter and mockery from the men now crowding all around her.

"What's wrong, never had a real man before?"

"Don't worry, you'll get used to sucking big black cocks soon enough. And you'll love them by then."

"Make that bitch choke for fucking up!"

Saliva bubbled around the corners of Marie's spread lips as she was subjected to the kind of brutal facefucking she had been utterly unprepared for. Twisting and shuddering fitfully about on her knees, she was given the most cruel and vicious treatment she could have ever fathomed, eyes wide and watering as she looked up at the man who took to brutally slamming forward and fucking her face with wild, reckless abandon. There was nothing sensible or sane about what he was doing as he claimed her, or as the others pulled on her hair. She was in for something vulgar here, something intense and which she was woefully unprepared for any of, but had little choice but to deal with. Even as she whined and shivered fitfully about from the heavy, punishing presence already harshly upon her.

Steady thrusts shoved the aching black dick down Marie's throat, and although the room was dimly lit, she was fairly certain an overwhelming crowd was forming around her as people clamored for their chances to watch and to grab hold of her when he was done so that they could have their fun. They were all making a game of this whether they were touching her or not, and soon enough the demand was too great for her hands not to be pulled into the laps the men holding them down. She whimpered and her eyes shut tightly as she was forced to grasp the mens' cocks, equally as large and intimidating, and pump quickly along them, clumsy in their grip and in their motion; she had almost no idea how to properly give a handjob to someone so well endowed.

"How's it feel to get your first taste of real dick?" asked the man who continued to fuck her throat, who didn't let up at all so that she could answer the question. He just kept on with things, putting the poor blonde through the wringer as he slammed forward, stuffing her gullet full of cock and carelessly forcing her to slobber on it as she became a more embarrassing wreck by the minute. Saliva drooled down the front of her face as she was left utterly incapable of swallowing anything down, leaving her chin soaked and leaking down onto the front of her Alice dress. "I bet you're already addicted to black dick. Most white bitches are, when they finally realize what they've been missing out on, and I bet you're just as much of a slut deep down as the last white bitch we broke in."

Marie couldn't respond as she gagged noisily around the cock, but she didn't know what she could have said anyway. All she could do was stay there, kneeling down and trying her best to make them happy, to get through as many as she could. The intimidating size of the cocks on display, especially as the men began to whip theirs out and jerk themselves off to the sight of her violation, left her hoping desperately that she could use her mouth and hands to get them all off, that she wouldn't have to feel those massive cocks splitting her tight, slender body in two. That would have been agony.

When the man in front of her came, she didn't even realize what was happening until it was too late. He pulled out, taking a firm hold of his cock as he brought the slimy shaft down harshly against her face, a few strokes finishing him off. His massive load spewed all over her face without warning, making the girl gasp in surprise and worry as she was given a massive facial before the man pulled away, leaving her to briefly whine and shudder, gasping for breath as thick strands of gooey cum ran down her face. Between the cum, the spit, and the tears that had begun to make her mascara run, her face had been left a mess on only the first blowjob, and she doubted that it would have been the last.

She had no idea how right she was. The man who'd been pulling on her hair tugged her upright and dragged her over to the table. She yelped, bent over it with an overly aggressive shove, and soon she felt hands grabbing at the lacy hem of her skirt. "So what, you're supposed to be Alice or some shit?" he asked mockingly, grabbing hold of her panties and dragged them down, exposing the perky bubble butt that the slender and very youthful looking blonde sported. "Well fuck, I hope you're ready for this then, because I'm about to go fuck up your tight little rabbit hole."

"Please," Marie whined, shivering as she tried to look back around her shoulder, but other hands grabbed her hair instead. The two men she'd been jerking off were back, having circled around the table, and now two cocks were being shoved into her face with the very clear and almost threatening order for her to begin performing. "Please, don't go too hard on me, I'm n--fuck!" She screamed out as he didn't heed any part of her request, the massive black cock shunting into her pussy, stretching her tight pink hole right out. It was fiery and she was absolutely not prepared for what just happened, the raw sensation of being stuffed far past her capacity. but the worst was yet to come as the thrusts began, proving just what she was in for.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, slapping at her bubble butt as he kept her dress pulled up, slamming brutally forward. Each hard thrust into her sore pussy fucked her a little looser, and he was only going to get faster with her, reckless and uncaring about the limits of her poor body or how utterly unsuited it was for this kind of sex. She'd never taken anything nearly that big before, and its effects were apparent as the miserable noises spilled from her lips. At least, until the men in front of her got involved, plugging her mouth with cock as they took turns with her, alternating turn in her amazing throat as her hands pumped steadily along the wetter, sloppier cocks, which only made her handjobs clumsier. "How's it feel to be a whore for black cock? Because that's what you are now."

There was no way Marie would ever be that, ever be left so broken and prideless to be the sexual toy of anybody. And yet, there she was, bent over a table and servicing three cocks, none of them attached to men who seemed to be able to do anything but degrade and debase her. She was not in a good place, and her spirit felt crushed beneath the bitter realization that this was what she was in for for the rest of the night. There was no way out of this, no salvaging her moment as she was so brutally used.

But even more terrible to realize was what lay beneath the surface. The pain of being fucked by a cock far too big for her to take was one thing. It was a pretty big thing, leaving her sore and utterly agonized. But it was slowly being joined by something else. The agony didn't fade, but perhaps it became something she could appreciate, the raw friction of her stretched out vaginal walls being rubbed against by the massive cock so rapidly was doing things to her body that she was utterly unprepared for and not entirely welcoming of, but they were so rapidly and fiercely upon her that she couldn't do anything to fight it. She was well and truly fucked if this was the sorry fate that awaited her, but she was powerless to stop the invading, aggressive presence of these cocks mercilessly using her body to their hearts' content, and her body was beginning to concede to it; if she wasn't going to be given any mercy, she may as well find a silver lining in what was going on and embrace something about it.

The result of her body's twisted logic was that she was getting wet. Miserably soaking wet, dripping all over her thighs and making a sloppy mess of herself as she was violated in ways she could barely articulate, driven to depths of such utter depravity and need that she had no idea how she was going to be able to live with herself if this continued. Even the way they called her "white bitch" was starting to do things to her. She hadn't even had to be pushed very far for this to happen, either; she'd been fucked for only a few short minutes, and already her body was going into defense mechanisms that threatened everything she knew.

Of course, they were pretty big cocks. And they got shit done.

Marie was a climactic mess well before she should have been, moaning loudly around the cock in her mouth as her body gave in, clenching desperately around the cock in her pussy and trying to milk it of its payload. It was a shameful reaction, the kind of awful sensation she loathed and wanted nothing to do with, but its ferocity could not be denied. She gushed all over her thighs and her leggings, and immediately, the laughter started. Remarks about how quick they broke the bitch in flew around and mixed together, and the cock in her mouth even drew away as someone asked, "Are you ready to profess your love for black cocks yet?" To which she remained shamefully silent, burning up in embarrassment and frustration with herself for being so weak, for the way her body gave in so readily.

She didn't know the half of it yet.

"We'll have to keep going," he said, shoving right back into her mouth. "Hey white bitch, start cockslapping yourself with my buddy over here." And she did, without even showing much reluctance; she began to pull it down and smack her cheek with the slimy shaft as she continued to stroke it, which only made her fumbling, clumsy handjob even more of a mess, but they seemed to enjoy watching her struggle so utterly out of her depth. It amused them to see the ways that she was so miserable and excitingly failing to take this in stride.

Soon enough, they were cumming too; two more loads splattered onto her face, while her pussy received the hottest, thickest creampie in her life. "Enjoy the cum, slut," remarked the man behind her as his cock erupted within the clenching, deepest reaches of her soaking cunt, pumping its heavy payload into her womb. The thick, viscous cum provided her with an incredible sensation of spreading warmth, and pushed the girl shamelessly into her second orgasm, which left her howling and twisting about on the table as she came again, just as wet and messy as the last time, but now with the extra embarrassment of timing; she had barely given the slightest bit of struggle for this one, and she was discovering quickly that she was multi-orgasmic, something that she had not known about herself before now.

Everything spun around Marie as she lay on the table, bent forward with cum trickling down her thighs and three loads lingering on her face. Even if everyone was only going for one round--and with such massive, virile cocks just begging to be worshiped, she doubted that was the case--she wasn't even a third of the way through all of the men yet, and she was in for so much more punishment before the night was over.

That reality was made extra apparent when she was rolled onto her back, legs pulled up high into the air. "How about now, bitch? You ready to tell us how much you love black cock?" asked another man as he put her legs over his shoulders and slammed into her pussy, making her cry out on the table, chest rising up as her head rolled back. A cock was laid over her face as she gasped, shoved right down against her lips, and without even thinking, she began to lick at it, kissing and stroking it as she nuzzled her face forward, briefly falling into a bit of a haze, the likes of which she could have never thought herself capable of. She was in an embarrassing position, so needy, so utterly vulnerable, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Nnngh, I'm so horny," she whined, tongue lashing excitedly at the dick in front of her. "I-it feels so..." She trailed off, opening her mouth wide and accepting the cock into her throat, letting the man fuck her deep and fast as she lay there, head hanging off of the table, pounded from both ends as someone reached for her dress and began to fondle at her modest tits through the Alice outfit. her hands reached out and found more cocks waiting to be given relief, and she gave them the same clumsy handjobs she'd given the last two guys. She may not have been able to fully articulate her hunger to any of them, but it was very clear to all of the men in attendance that without using words, she had answered the question.
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"Fuck me!" Marie cried, gasping as she leaned into the strong barrel chest of the man beneath her, feeling all of the amazing, crushing sensations of utter relief that came from having her ass and pussy both stuffed to the point that she felt like she was breaking. "Tear me open with those big black cocks of yours! Break this little white bitch in two." How her body could even handle it was beyond her; they were so overbearing and so heavy upon her, driving her absolutely out of her mind with the intense and vulgar pleasure that left her body so utterly torn asunder. But in that lack of control, the utter inability to handle what she was feeling, Marie felt true release, the blinding catharsis of mindless lust as she was given the most brutal fucking she could again and again by a line of virile black men all too eager to give the newly realized insatiable whore everything she could ever want.

She lay atop one man, who gave her pussy the thorough pounding it deserved, while another held her bubble butt open and slammed into her tight little ass, only a thin membrane separating the two big cocks as her holes were stretched out. Both her ass and pussy were slick with cum from the many men who'd been there before, but nobody minded fucking her creampie; she was a community whore for black cock, and everyone was more than happy to share, save of course for the fact that it was quite a while until their next turns given the number of guys ahead of them in line, which led to plenty walked by as they stroked themselves, walking up and blowing loads in her faces before departing. Which had led to the thick, gooey mask of half-dried cum on her face, making her adorable and youthful features beneath almost completely invisible beneath the pearly layers and layers of cum that had followed.

There was no sense to what had happened, to the ways in which Marie had just broken outright and given herself up to something so powerful, but as she lay there in her cum-stained Alice dress, she felt at peace, happy as her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out. She was comfortable here, having the time of her life getting pounded so mercilessly, and it really was all she could have wanted out of the moment. Just something brutal and twisted to make her happy, to push her body to her limits.

These were the last two men, and they showed her the kind of brutal, loveless treatment a whore deserved, the kind she now craved. There was nothing else to it; this was her now, and she was all too happy to be there, to surrender herself to whatever darkness had grown and festered within her that would have the once perky and proud girl now brought low and begging for cock, noisily proclaiming how much she loved getting fucked by them at every chance she got. It was a shameful and sloppy mess, but one that she was all too ready to continue embracing to the bitter end.

An end that came too soon, as the cocks erupted within her sloppy holes and pumped her full of another load among the countless she'd taken. She screamed in raw bliss as she felt yet another crushing orgasm tear through her body, searing her mind and leaving only the shivering, raw delight of being pushed to her limits. She'd never gotten off so many times in one night before, and for all she knew it was no longer the same night, that she had been riding cocks for days. It wouldn't have been a problem, of course.

Except for the fact it was over.

"Aw come on, that's it?" she whined as the men pulled out of her, leaving the breathless girl leaking cum from all holes. The fighter's stamina was exceptional, and sex was no exception; she could have kept going for quite a while longer, but she had managed to exhaust fifteen men with her body, and wasn't even considering being done yet. "I want more."

The door to the office opened, and in walked the man again, smirking as he approached the girl, whose face and dress and hair were all covered in thick streaks of spunk, whose holes leaked it. She was a mess of lust and slutty realizations that she hadn't even fully realized the scope of yet. "That was quite the performance you gave there, and you're not even tired yet. I knew you would make my boys happy, but I never could have expected that. You're still horny, aren't you?"

"So horny," Marie whined, biting her lip as she pulled herself upright. "C-could we fuck?" she asked shamelessly, staring up with doe eyes at the man.

He laughed and nodded. "We can, but only with one condition. You have to hand in your resignation to Miss Douglas, and then I'll let you come work for me as the little white fuck toy who keeps my boys happy. It's all of the dick you'll ever want, and you'll get paid for it too. How does that sound? Do you want to be my whore?"

"I'd love to!"

"Then tell me how much you love black cock, and I'll fuck your mouth right here to seal the deal."

Without the slightest hesitation, Marie left behind everything her life was. "I love black cock so much. It has me addicted, and now that I've known what a real man tastes like, nothing else will make me happy again. I want to worship superior black dick all the time and make you all feel so much better." As she spoke, she went for his pants, fumbling desperately to get them down and to get his cock out. "And I'll be your slut at every hour of the day. Make all of your boys happy. Be the perfect white bitch for all of you!"

She didn't even wait on being told it was a deal before she swallowed his cock right now.

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