(If you haven't seen Lucy Earns Her Keep (Part 1), check that out first! >>)
She’d been at it for two hours, and her jaw ached so much it felt like it was about to unhinge. The steady parade of men had slowed to a trickle, and Lucy allowed herself a microscopic smile. The sign still advertised pussy and ass, but nobody had the balls or the caps to pay for it. Small victories, she thought, even as she spit another mouthful of come onto the ground.
The ghoul noticed, of course. He was always watching, always calculating. He spat onto the dry earth and sidled up to his sign, yanking out a stub of pencil. With a flourish, he crossed out the price for “ASS” and scrawled a new number—100. Lucy blinked, then gawked.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked, voice hoarse.
He grinned, showing teeth that looked like chips of graveyard stone. “Gotta keep the market lively. Give ‘em a taste of the good stuff at a discount.”
“No. No you don’t,” she muttered, but not loud enough for him to care. She watched as he adjusted the sign again, this time underlining the new price with a double red stroke.
Then he crouched and untied the ropes at her wrists. “Take off the suit.”
Lucy hesitated. The vault suit was already filthy, the blue fabric crusted with sweat and semen and dust, but it was the only thing left of her old life. The ghoul cocked his head, all patience gone.
“I could sell just an arm, you know,” he said. “Two hundred caps easy. Hell, some of these sick fucks would pay extra to fuck a girl with no arms at all. Novelty, you get me?”
A cold spike of terror ran through her. She wriggled out of the suit and dropped it in the dirt. The men nearby, who’d been pretending not to watch, snapped to attention. One whistled, low and appreciative. Another licked his lips.
The ghoul put a hand on her shoulder and pressed down until she was on all fours. “Let ‘em see the goods,” he said.
Lucy’s face burned with humiliation, but she did as told. The ground was hot and rough against her knees and palms. She felt the eyes on her, crawling over her back, her ass, her everything. She tried to disappear into the moment, to float above it, but her body betrayed her—shivering, tense, raw.
The first taker was a man in a white tank top, sunburnt and grinning. He tossed a handful of caps at the ghoul’s feet and knelt behind her. The ghoul watched, arms folded, as the man spat onto his hand and slicked himself up.
Lucy looked back at the ghoul. He made a sawing motion across his shoulder, and she understood. She took a deep breath and whispered, “Okey-dokey.. I guess...”
She closed her eyes and felt the man’s cock was at her asshole, pressing. She heard herself say “Oh shit,” as the head of the cock popped inside her. The first push was the worst, tearing a soundless scream from her lungs. But she didn’t cry out, didn’t give either of them the satisfaction.
The man pushed in, deeper and deeper, then pumped in and out, grunting, making little happy noises. Lucy heard herself panting, felt sweat running down her temples. She counted backwards from one hundred, tried to think of anything else—her father, the vault, the taste of real sugar—but the pain kept bringing her back.
When the man came, he shoved himself in deep and held her there, then pulled out with a wet pop. She felt the hot cum spurt out of her anus, and then the slow ooze as it leaked down the backs of her thighs.
The next five men were a blur. Some went quick, some took their time. One had a cock so thick she thought it would split her in half, and when he finished, he twisted her head around and shoved it into her mouth. The taste of shit and old piss made her gag, but he held her nose and forced her to swallow. She retched, spat, and he laughed.
The last man of the day was tall, with hands big enough to crush her skull. He was rougher than the others, pushing her face down in the dirt as he drove his cock down into her anus from above. When he finished, he pulled out and painted her face with his cum.
Lucy stayed on her hands and knees, trembling, her ass throbbing. “Okay… deep breaths. ..I did it... I actually did it.. Small victories, right?... even if I can't sit properly for the next...”
The ghoul crouched beside her, picking up the scattered caps. “Whoa, slow down there,” he said. “That was just round one.”
Lucy looked up at him with wide eyes: “Wait... what do you mean that was just round 1?!”
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