Amber sighed as she put her phone down. How she wished she was back home with Bill now, cuddling up beside him instead of sleeping alone in a rented apartment in a strange town clear across the country! But that damned audition had dragged on so long that she missed her flight, and now she was stuck her until tomorrow. Three weeks without Bill was more than enough!

The apartment was nice enough, but the next door neighbour... A new guy had moved in last night and played music until two in the morning, and now he was at it again. In fact, it was worse now. Much worse. She could hear loud, cheery voices in the hallway and the clinking of bottles in plastic bags. Shit. They were having a party. Just the thing she needed when she had to be at the airport at eight in the morning.

She lay down on the bed and put on her noise-cancelling headphones. But even they were unable to block out the thumping of the dance music next door. This had to stop. She considered calling the police, but decided against. Let's not escalate this, she thought. Just ask him in a friendly, but stern manner to keep the noise down.

Amber had to knock on the door for a minute before the door opened. Behind it was a young guy, wearing nothing but briefs and holding a can of beer.

"Oh, come in," he grinned and stepped aside.

He closed the door behind her as he shouted: "Guys! The escort's here!"

"No," Amber started. "I'm here to..."

But her voice was drowned out by the roar of the party. Now two more guys joined, both as lightly dressed as the first. Amber suspected that this was some sort of sex party, and decided to leave. Better let the police handle this.

"Sorry, my mistake. I'll go now."

As she turned, Amber's arms were held in a firm grip.

"Hey," she said, but stopped talking as a plastic bag was pulled over her head and pulled snugly around her neck.

Still confused, she tried to pull free but the men were too strong. As she took a deep breath she sensed that there was more than just air in the bag. It smelled like strawberries and had a tangy aftertaste, and her windpipe and lungs tingled as she breathed.

Fuck, she thought. Quite literally fuck. She had never tried it but she knew exactly what this was. The drug that everyone was talking about, that every proper girl from coast to coast feared more than anything.

"Should we pull it off now?" one of the guys said. "She's been in there like, for ages."

"Let the Zonk do its thing, it takes a couple of minutes before it kicks in."

Fear confirmed, Amber started to panic. Zonk was a powerful mixture of conventional drugs and a new and super powerful sexual stimulant for women, discovered by a pharmaceutical by accident last year.

Also known as the Sex Zombie Drug, it removed all inhibitions and transformed even the most shy and careful girl into a sex-crazed cum-guzzling slut. The horror stories she had read flashed through her head as she tried to hold her breath.

"Strip her," a voice said. "Then we'll know when she's hooked."

She felt her clothes being pulled off her, fast and carelessly. God, she had to breathe! Another deep gulp of Zonk-filled air as she felt hands fondling her. Squeezing her nipples, moving up between her thighs. A finger entered her cunt, exploring until it found her clit. Waves of pleasure surged through her body as he started to rub it. No, no, no! God no!

She felt her hips moving towards his hand. First she thought it was involuntary, then it hit her: She wanted it. All she wanted was to spread her legs and be fucked hard.

"It's working, guys! She's wet and swollen, and look at her nipples."

The bag was pulled off, and Amber took deep, satisfying breaths of fresh air.

"And she's gorgeous," one of the guys said. "Seriously. This one is top notch. How much did you pay the agency?"

"Agency? What... I thought you called them!"

"No, I didn't. But then, who is this?"

"I've seen her somewhere. She looks a lot like a swimsuit model. Megan something? Nicole? No wait, Amber! Amber D. That's her, guys! She's a bona fide model!"

The men looked at each other, then smiled. "Boy, did we luck out! Let's party!"

They dragged Amber towards the living room, where dozens of men were drinking and talking. As they passed the full-length mirror in the hallway, she got a glimpse of herself. They were right. She looked terrific, with her long, blond hair, firm, full breasts, narrow hips and generous ass. She was still wearing the makeup from the photoshoot, which didn't hurt her at all.

Now she knew that the Zonk had kicked in big time. She felt incredibly horny, and could not keep her hands away from her crotch. All thoughts of her old life, of Bill and her work and... It all disappeared in the distance behind her, as she was racing down a new highway at furious speed.

She felt woozy for a few seconds, then she was in the middle of the mellee. Sinking down to her knees, Amber was surrounded by men who pulled down their trousers. Cocks. There were cocks everywhere and she wanted every one of them inside her as soon as possible.

Amber had seen enough gangbang porn videos to know what to do next. With both hands she started to jerk cocks. The guy in front of her grabbed her head, and she opened her mouth and let him in. She had given Bill head of course, but this was different. Here she had no control, she was just a a plaything, a hole for guys to dump cum inside.

The mere thought of this would have horrified Amber ten minutes ago, but now she loved hit. Her whole body was trembling with desire, every touch from a man sent jolts of joy through her body. Her senses seemed more acute, she could hear every moan, every grunt. The cock in front of her was so big, so beautiful, so alive and throbbing. And the smell. The smell of cock. Of sweat. Beer.

She knew that his cum would taste delicious, and started sucking him like a pro. He had been jerking himself for a minute or two, and was ready to burst. Suddenly he came inside her, hard spurts of hot cum filling her up. Amber moaned as the hot, creamy slime covered her tongue. As he pulled out she swirled his love juice around her open mouth, then swallowed it.

There was another cock, and then another, and soon she lost count. She didn't care, all that mattered to her now was to get more of that wonderful substance. Some guys couldn't keep it in any longer and started to com on her body. There were loads hitting her back, her tits, ass, hair. Now all she could smell was cum, and still she wanted more.

She let go of two cocks and started to smear the cum all over her body. She glanced down at herself, all shiny and sticky. Then, she was grabbed by strong hands again, lifted up and carried and into the bedroom.

The bed was covered in a latex sheet. "How practical," she thought as she was dropped onto. She immediately spread her legs, offering herself to the nearest guy.

"Fuck me!" she shouted, and he has on her in a second. Amber had never really had a vaginal orgasm, but as soon as the long, hard member slid into her she knew it was about to change.

If blowing guys was great on Zonk, fucking was next level shit. Her cunt was super sensitive, she could feel every bump and vein on the dick inside her. She also seemed to have more control over her abdominal muscles. She could squeeze him and hear him groan with joy.

Amber hardly noticed that there was a crowd around the bed, she was so wrapped up in her mounting orgasm. As she passed the point where she usually came, she realized that this was going to be special. She could not control her self, kissed and caressed the guy who was working himself up to his second ejaculation, and then she peaked.

Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, thrashing and thrusting, sending a tsunami of white hot ecstacy from her cunt to every cell in her body. As soon as the first orgasm passed, the next one followed. Quickly surpassed by a third before she fell back, exhausted, as she felt him coming inside her.

As he pulled out, she was grabbed once more. She knew what was coming the moment she was lowered onto the stiff rod of the guy beside her. As he entered her, she felt another man getting ready behind her.

Amber had never really liked anal, but knew that she was going to get it no matter what she said. So she spread her butt cheeks and felt him push against her sphincter. He was lubed up and ready, and pushed himself inside her before she could even react to the pain.

This time, it was far less painful than before. In fact, she could enjoy the unique feeling of being filled in both holes, with two dicks almost rubbing against each other in their battle to come first. Then, a third guy grabbed her head and pulled her mouth open. As he slid into her, she looked up at him. Dark-haired, muscled, with a great smile. And with the biggest cock so far.

"Open up, Amber," he grinned. "I'm going to go deep."

The huge dickhead hit the back of her throat, and she could feel her throat widen to accomodate the thick rod. And still he kept coming. Out of the corner of her eye a guy was filming her, shouting: "Boys, you gotta see this! Look at the bulge on her neck from his dick!"

Amber tried to breathe, but was completely blocked off. She had never done deep throat or breathplay like this before. She should have been panicking, instead she felt happy and excited. Really excited, in fact. The lack of air was getting to her. There were two dicks in her ass and cunt, and they were working like mad to get her off.

She felt the next orgasm building. Stronger, sharper this time, with an edge she was sure was due to the lack of oxygen. All she wanted was to come with his dick choking her. But this would be a race against time, as she could feel herself starting to black out.

Damn, this guy was good. Just as she was losing consciousness, he pulled out and allowed her a few deep breaths before plugging her shut again. And this time, she came. So hard, so long that she could hardly believe it. Her body craved oxygen, her lungs were burning, she felt her field of view narrow and go red, and still she rode her climax. It just would not stop, until she suddenly passed out.

When Amber came to, the guy with the dick was sitting beside her on the bed, stroking her cum-soaked hair. They were alone, the door to the living room shut.

"Wow, that was scary and wonderful," Amber said. "I didn't know it was possible to go that far."

"Hi, Amber, how are you feeling?"

She looked up at him. "Are you the guy who did this to me?"

"Yes"

"What's your name?"

"Mike."

"Mike, I think I love you," Amber whispered. "I thought I knew what an orgasm was, but that was before I met you."

"Would you believe me if I told you that you still don't know what a real orgasm is like?" Mike said.

Amber gasped. "You're kidding."

"I'm not. You have a kinky streak, which means that we can take this to the next level. Interested?"

A surge of excitement made Amber blurt out: "Sure!"

"OK," Mike said. "Just follow my instructions."

He told her to stand up and put her hands behind her back. Carefully he started to pull a leather tube up over her hands and arms.

"This is an armbinder," he said. "When it's tight, you'll be quite helpless."

Amber had never tried anything like this before, but her cunt told her that it was all right. Trust the cunt, she grinned to herself. Always trust the cunt!

A few minutes later the armbinder was fastened tight against her arms and strapped around her shoulders. She tried to free herself, but it was pointless.

She was told to sit down on the bed, where Mike pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. He pulled out a big roll of black bondage tape. Then he meticolously began to tape her ankles to her thighs, starting at the bottom and working up towards the knee. Pretty soon, her legs were two black, shiny stumps.

He looked down upon his work and smiled. "Just a few more things and you're ready."

Mike held out a big, shiny, black gag shaped like a penis. "Open up," he said and she obliged. His hands moving quickly now, strapped the gag firmly in place and then inserted foam plugs into her ears.

Amber was mute and deaf, and she guessed what would be next. Sure enough, Mike pulled a tight-fitting latex hood over her head. Two small holes in front of her nostrils, that was all that connected her to the outside world.

She realized what Mike had done. He had depersonalized her. There was no more Amber, just a helpless fucktoy to be used. Or pissed on. Or choked. She was a living piece of Kleenex, to be jerked off in and discarded.

With all other senses gone, her cunt, ass and tits were her main sensory organs. She would have to focus on them.

She felt something slide over the hood. Hands around her neck. Then the familiar tingling, followed by a hot rush between her legs. Mike was dosing her up on Zonk again. She breathed in eagerly, knowing that her predicament would feel so much better on drugs.

You can remove the bag now, Mike, she thought. It's been on long enough. But he didn't. Amber took another breath. No more tingling now. Instead, the odd feeling that the air was... unsatisfying. She tried again. Now the feeling was stronger. She realized that he was bagging her, letting her use all the oxygen in the plastic bag.

Now she could feel something else. His dick, entering her. She had to spread her stumps wide to give him room. She felt herself expanding, filling up almost to bursting point. A finger rubbed her clit and she exploded. Mike was a true master, a virtuoso of forced fucking.

As he thrust into her again and again, she thought she had him figured out. It was all about layers. He kept adding more layers to increase the excitement. Nudity. Alcohol. Zonk. Bondage. Sensory deprivation. Bagging.

She was running out of air now, but there was nothing she could do. Mike held her life in his hands, if he wanted a dead fuckdoll that was his choice. All she wanted now was her orgasm. Almost immobile, she depended on him to deliver. And deliver he did, in spades.

He started to rub her faster, increasing his thrusting and at the same time sqeezing the bag tighter around her neck. Then he gave it to her, her latest, greatest climax. Alone in her coccoon she had the feeling that she was floating, drifting on a cloud of pure ecstasy. There was nothing but her cunt and the waves of joy it was transmitting to the rest of her body.

Amber didn't have a cunt. She was cunt. It was all she wanted to be, and as Mike removed the bag and pulled out (she hadn't even noticed him coming), she was ready and waiting for more.

And more there was. Soon hands appeared and dicks slid into her, jerking and throbbing and thrusting. Her tits were fondled and squeezed, she was turned around and spanked before her ass was penetrated. Sometimes the airholes were blocked and she responded in kind, swelling up and offering herself as best she could.

She was the best cunt she could for a long time, and then she sensed a difference. There was only one person on the bed, and he was just moving around. It had to be Mike, she decided. She was even more sure when she felt a rope around her neck.

The rope tightened until it was hard to breathe, and then she was pulled up, neck first. Soon she was balancing on the tip of her stumps, the rope holding her upright. It was so hard to breathe now, and for the first time Amber was frightened. All Mike had do to was to pull a little harder on the rope, and she would be dangling, dying.

She tried to focus on how she looked. She knew she looked gorgeous: Shiny black head and leg stumps, naked midriff with her tits pushed forward by the armbinder. Her tits, cunt and ass were dripping cum onto the latex sheet beneath her. Even though she sensed the Zonk wearing off, she still felt like a goddess.

Then the spray hit her. Hot liquid splashing on her hood, tits, back, stomach. She felt the bed move. They were standing around her now, pissing. Actually fucking pissing on her! That's how much they cared about her. Cum inside her, piss on her and leave.

For the last time that night, Amber had a sensation for the very first time: Althought the pissing contest was humiliating as hell, it turned her on nonetheless. She moaned loudly as the whole party used her as a toilet. And then it stopped. She was alone on the bed again, her knees deep in a pool of piss. She kept moving to stay balanced, and felt the liquid slosh around her.

She stayed like this for a good long time. The piss had started go go cold when she was lowered onto the bed and carefully unwrapped. When Amber was finally free, Mike helped her onto her feet, massaged some life into her stiff limbs and took her to the shower. As the hot spray hit her she felt dog tired, wasted.

Clean and dry, she was escorted to her room by Mike, who tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead before she went out like a light.

When Amber woke, it was broad daylight. She sat up, yawned and stretched. She felt surprisingly good, considering the night before. She went to the bathroom and examined her body. There were some bruises here and there, and a bit of rope burn around her neck. Her cunt was sore and her ass was slightly painful, but otherwise she was fine.

She sat down on the bed and checked her phone. 10.30 AM. Damn! She had missed her flight. But more importantly, she had missed calls on her muted phone. A lot of them. All from Bill. There was also a bunch of text messages. With a sinking feeling in her stomach she opened the first one.

"WE'RE THROUGH! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" it said. She felt herself choke up as she scrolled through. He had every right to hate her. Someone had posted videos of her escapades last night on various porn sites, along with her name. It had gone totally viral, and now everyone from her parents to the mailman knew what she had been up to.

God, what a mess. She knew Bill was a lost cause. If it was her, she would have done the same thing. But in just one night she had gone from fianc� with a nice house in the suburbs with plans for three kids, to the internet's latest sex sensation. For a moment she imagined how many men were jerking off the videos of her right now.

Her phone pinged. A new text message, this time from her agent. It was short and to the point: She was fired, and her agent gave her his word that she would never work in this town or any other again. Her reputation was ruined, her name a joke. He recommende emigration to a place without broadband. It was over. Her last hope of the future she had dreamt of, vanished.

She collapsed on the bed, snivelling and feeling sorry for herself. Then she spotted something on the bedspread. Her clothes from last night, stacked neatly in a pile with a big, brown envelope beside it. Written on the envelope was a phone number and the words: "Call me whenever you want, Mike."

She snorted in disgust and grabbed the envelope to rip it to pieces and throw it in the trash. The thing felt heavy in her hands, and Amber emptied the contents onto the bed. What first caught her eye was a big wad of cash. Mostly hundreds, along with some fifties. She counted the bills and her eyes widened as the sum kept rising.

5000 dollars in all. That was more than she had earned doing photoshoots and bit parts in the thee weeks since she came out here. In one night. Holy shit.

Then it struck her. If she took this money, she was a prostitute. A whore. She wanted to throw it all in the garbage, but something stopped her. A simple, brutal fact: She was pretty much broke, had just been dumped by the boyfriend who had financed her modeling and acting carreer, and she was all alone in a new city.

Whore, slut, whatever. She needed the money. Then she noticed the flyer. Glossy, pink and red with the words "Zonk sluts on call - for you" emblazoned on it. It was an ad for an escort service, offering girls on Zonk to "parties of all sizes, from one to one hundred". There was also a number to call for girls who wanted to a job. It looked very familiar. She checked. Right. So Mike was not just any guy. He was a recruiter for this... place.

She felt a rush of anger. Suddenly, everything fell into place. The noisy party, the guys who wondered who had booked an escort, Mike who had appeared all of a sudden, it was all a ruse. She had been set up and now she was here, life in ruins and reputation destroyed, all for the princely sum of 5000 dollars.

Fuming with rage, she grabbed the envelope to toss it in the bin when she felt one more thing inside. It was a pink bottle with the letter "Z" on it. She marched into the bathroom to empty it into the toilet, then stopped herself. Looking at the bottle, she suddenly recalled how good it had felt. No, good did not cover it at all. Out of this fucking world was more like it. Batshit crazy delicious. Did she really want to give it all up?

She sat the bed, thinking it through. Unlike so many other drugs, Zonk did not cause amnesia or blackouts. She remembered everything that had happened last night. Her incredible sex drive and lust, orgasms unlike any other. And men. Lots and lots of happy men. She had had the experience of her life, but so had they. Today, there were a lot of guys waking up with a big smile on their face, all because of her.

Oh, how she craved that feeling again. Almost without thinking, she grabbed the plastic lining from the trash bag in her room. She opened the bottle, and the smell of strawberries hit her nose. No way back now. She poured a few drops into the bag, pulled it quickly over her head and breathed deeply.

The rush hit her like a truck, and she lay back on the bed, spread her legs and pushed her fingers inside her cunt. Fingerfucking wildly with her left hand, she grabbed the phone with her right. She entered the number on the envelope, and he answered immediately.

"Yes, Amber."

"Mike, we need to talk. Please hurry. Bring a rope."