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Oya Anja, a buxom, raven-haired Hellena, stood trembling before the two hulking Albanian men. They had captured her after she crossed the Greek-Albanian border in search of a better life. Now, caged in their dingy, cramped apartment, her fate rested in the hands of Dorian and Leo, two ruthless traffickers.

“On your knees, slut!” Dorian barked, his meaty fist slamming against Anja’s cheek. She staggered back, catching herself against the peeling wallpaper. Tears stung her eyes but she knew defiance would only make matters worse. Slowly, she sank to kneel on the stained carpet.

Leo roughly grabbed a fistful of Anja’s thick black hair, forcing her head back. His other hand undid his fly, freeing a throbbing, uncut cock. “Suck it, you fucking Hellena whore,” he growled. “Show us how grateful you are for our hospitality.”

Anja’s eyes widened as the pungent musk of his member filled her nostrils. She opened her mouth reflexively and he shoved himself inside, the bulbous head bumping against the back of her throat. She gagged and sputtered, lungs burning as she struggled to breathe through her nose.

“Tsk, tsk, kitten, no teeth,” Dorian chastised, smacking Anja’s cheek with his rigid cock. Saliva and tears streamed down her face as Leo fucked her mouth, his heavy sack slapping against her chin. Her stomach churned but she knew better than to fight or plead for mercy.

“Pull her up, I want that fat ass,” Dorian ordered. Leo yanked Anja upright and Dorian shoved her forward, bending her over the arm of the tattered couch. Her short, pleated skirt rode up, exposing creamy thighs and the useless scrap of lace pretending to be her panties. Dorian ripped them off and tossed them aside.

Anja whimpered as rough hands groped her ass and thighs. Fingers pried open her pussy lips, slick corsage petals yielding to the rude intrusion. A thick digit plunged into her, twisting and pumping insistently. She bit her lip, determined not to give her captors the satisfaction of hearing her moan.

Dorian produced a bottle of olive oil and drizzled it over Anja’s upturned ass and Leo’s clutching hand. The oily fingers returned, invading, frigging, readying her for the cocks she feared were next. Leo’s rigid prod prodded at her opening and she braced herself.

Then Dorian was there, one arm wrapping around her waist, lifting her hips. He spat onto her puffy lips, rubbing the saliva into her clit. ” Tore thënë suj, thike?” he laughed cruelly. “Hope you’re ready, slut.”

Anja cried out as Leo’s hard cock thrust into her asshole. Pain exploded through her as he stretched and split her once-virginal rosebud. Dorian grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as she whimpered and writhed.

“Pliz, nganjëherë più parshafoq!” Anja begged, tears flowing freely. “P-please, not so rough!”

But the men paid her no heed, too enraptured by the slick, scorching clutch of her holes. Leo sawed into her faster, sweat beading on his brow. ” fisset me quaj,wane e Timeline!” He was getting close.

Anja could only hold onto the couch and pray it would end soon as the two men used her like their own personal fucktoy. She would endure this humiliation, this brutal initiation, if it meant keeping them from the flesh trade. No matter what degrading acts they forced on her body or soul.

Their cocks pistoned into her mercilessly. Thighs slapping together, flesh hitting flesh, grunts and groans filling the small room. Dorian pinched Anja’s clit between his fingers, strumming the sensitive bud.

Anja felt a sinful heat building low in her belly, a shameful pleasure sparking from her ruined holes. Moans spilled from her lips as the friction stoked the illicit blaze despite the pain. She shook her head, mortified, as ecstasy and anguish blended into an intoxicating brew.

That’s it, Dorian stumbled, thrusting erratically as his balls drew up tight. “Eja! Eja!” His cock pulsed deep in her pussy as he came with a bellowed groan of release.

Leo followed seconds later, hips stuttering to a stop buried in Anja’s ass. He gripped her hips harshly as hot cum flooded her bowels with a satisfied grunt. ” Engjëj! Fuckja e mirë.”

Anja sobbed brokenly as the aftermath crashed over her. Cum dribbled from both her abused holes as the men withdrew. She spasmed with the aftershocks, shame burning her cheeks at how close she had come to climaxing on their cocks.

The Albanian men tucked themselves away and lit cigarettes, smoking as they eyed their prize splayed out before them. Anja gingerly sat up, wincing as the semen sloshed in her sore pussy and ass. She felt filthy, degraded, approximately out purchasing