"Excuse me, ma'am, but do you have any idea what your body is worth?" Some guy just walks up and says this to me. Can you believe it? I mean, sure I made sure to expose as much skin as possible when I chose my outfit today? This guy's lucky I'm in a good mood. Luckier that it looks like he has a big dick.
 
"That sort of thing is illegal you know. Are you, like, trying to get arrested?" I give him his chance, let's see if he's got any game.
 
"Oh! No, I'm not asking for that! I'm literally asking if you know what kind of money a pair of tits like yours is worth." This guy looks so damn smug! I really want to tell him to piss off, but he's got me curious now.
 
"O-oh?" Great job me! Way to play hard to get. If this is what I think it is, though, he's already got me. I've been so damn horny lately. One of my friends literally got baked in the secret stream we both watch. I was cumming constantly watching the stream of her boyfriend ploughing her in that oven. I even spent myself nearly broke on a seat at the table. I've never been so wound up while eating before. I'm still so hot, I'm probably up for whatever this pervert has in mind. So long as he gets me off beforehand, I mean. The expression on his face tells me he already knows he's going to get what he wants. He just wants to tease me with it.
 
"A good quality pair like that is hard to come by, and you look young too. That means your boobs are at their peak value right now. Consumers will pay close to 500k to sample those!" He's smirking at me as my eyes go wide, what a cocky jerk! Seriously, though, I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. 500k for my breasts? I'd be flattered if he wasn't full of shit.
 
"G-get out!" I don't sound very convincing, and the way he moves up close to me and jabs a finger at my rack lets me know I'm about to hear the hard sell.
 
"I'm serious! Your breasts are worth a fortune! I can milk those things for all they're worth. If you come with me, I can make you forget what it was like to not be in the throes of an orgasm!"
 
Even just this phrase is enough to give me a soft climax. I barely register getting into his vehicle, I was so worked up. I do remember getting fucked stupid on the way there. Both him and the other guy in the van took a turn smashing my pussy and my ass on the trip. It was rough, like rape rough, but I wanted it so much I didn't care. I pass out somewhere along the way, covered in spunk and having the time of my life.
 
I come to in a nice room. Out the window I'm looking at green grass and horses grazing in a stable. Somebody has given me a bath, but no clothes are waiting for me. A note on the nightstand let's me know that I'm to go downstairs for breakfast and to be ready for more fucking.
 
The house is really nice, like something you'd have to be super rich to afford. Soft jazz is playing somewhere and there's, like, a for reals maid waiting to take me down to the dining room (still no clothes though). After I eat, the maids brush my hair out, give me a manicure and generally make me look hotter than hell without using any makeup. Then I'm directed to a parlor where a group of obviously rich young people are waiting.
 
"Ah! Here come the ingredients now." Says the guy who recruited me yesterday. My crotch tightens a little at the way he referred to me. I have to admit the lug cleans up nice. The other people in the room are all the standard kind of beautiful rich people you would expect at some sort of wine vineyard. "Come in and introduce yourself. Then let the group have a look at you before sampling starts."
 
I feel really embarrassed introducing myself in the nude for some reason. I mean, I already agreed to give my body over, so what exactly was going on? Were they going to eat me like that stream? Sampling? I had so many questions, but I was getting really hot and bothered the way these men and women were eyeing me. After a few questions about my age and how I was feeling, the group all had this hungry look in their eyes. The recruiter seemed to think it was time to move on as well.
 
"Alright, now we'll move on to sampling the ingredients." He gestured for me to get onto the ottoman in the middle of the room. "As you will no doubt see, we recruit only the finest and most nubile ingredients for our product."
 
The guests are stripping and surrounding me like it was the most normal thing in the world, and before I can ask what's going on, one of the men bends me over and roughly shoves his dick up my ass. As I gasp at this, another man shoves his penis into my face. I'm so riled up I can't help but lick it a little. The man in my ass grabs my leg as the one in front lifts pulls my shoulders. Together they turn me around on my back before the man in front shoves his dick deep down my throat. As I'm spit-roasted by the two men, some of the women in the group descend on me like lionesses feasting on a zebra. My breasts and vagina are licked and teased with tongues and teeth. After the two in me finish, another man rams himself into my vagina while a woman kisses me full on the lips for a bit before stuffing her tit in my mouth. I kinda lose track of who has what where after a bit.
 
I hear a clock chiming, as the people around me are all being served snacks and wines. One of the men is signing something at the desk where the recruiter sits, two of the maids are licking his cock as the men talk about an investment, and aging time or something.
 
"Thank you all for you patronage. We will have to start sanitizing and preparing the ingredients now. If you wish to continue the orgy, our staff will be happy to assist you." More maids came in with strapons and other accoutrements fit for an orgy. Some of the men were already violating maids while one woman in particular gazed at my heaving chest with naked lust.
 
I was taken from the room to the basement and showered again. More maids brushed my hair and made me look pretty again before people in full containment suits took me into a sterile room. I was given a few enemas and injected with a few syringes of fluid that just made my libido flare up again. My legs were put up in stirrups as a catheter was stuffed into my urethra.
 
"Smile for the camera's please. Your buyers want to see how much you're enjoying this. You're worth 2.5 million, by the way." The recruiter says over an intercom. Drunk from pleasure and hungry for more, I flash a double peace sign and spray orgasm as hollow dildos attached to hoses are shoved up my ass and vagina. A chastity belt is affixed to hold them in place as a harness is wrapped around my chest. My arms are secured to the harness behind my back as my ankles are put into a spreader bar. After suction cups are attached to my nipples with tiny prods poking my erect tips, I feel myself lifted into the air on a sliding track in the ceiling.
 
"Some of the staff thinks it's better if you hold your breath as long as you can." One of the preparers says to me. "We don't actually know, but that's what they say."
 
Before I can really think about what he means by that, I'm hoisted into a tube. A lid is clamped onto the top and a pink liquid begins to get pumped into the cylinder. The dildos inside me begin to vibrate as the prods in the suction cups prick my nipples. I'm in a half panic as the liquid rises, but it all feels so good! I calm down just enough to take a breath as my head goes under, but I'm already reaching orgasm again.
 
The tube fills quickly, and the workers put it on a cart and wheel me into the next room. As I struggle to hold my breath against another orgasm, I see the next room is full of tubes like mine. Each one has another writhing girl cumming inside of it. Casks are connected to the hoses pumping liquid from each tube. Seeing another girl thrash in an orgasm makes me lose the breath I was holding in a severe one of my own. My body climaxes so hard I black out a little as the lack of oxygen and the merciless vibrations assault my brain with endorphins to dull the pain of dying.
 
Except I don't die.
 
I come to, still floating, and still being pleasured by the dildos and nipple cups. The techs are connecting the hoses of my tube to a series of casks. Another orgasm makes me thrash, and I try to take a breath. My lungs are already full of the liquid though. It feels weird, but I don't feel like I'm suffocating anymore. All the other women in the room are still alive, even though they must have been put in before me. Across the aisle from me, one of the workers pours a small glass of liquid from the tube of a woman who's face is blank from pleasure. The woman inside looks like she could have graduated high school a year ago, but the date on her tube is from nearly a decade ago. She writhes as the man takes a sip of the glass he poured from her. A flush comes over his face and his pants bulge with erection as he nods in satisfaction.
 
I'd like to say that I wonder how long I'll be in this tube cumming my brains out to make fine liquor. As the workers tape my fermenting date onto my tube though, I'm too busy enjoying one of the first orgasms I will be enduring for a long, long time.