On the drive from Pittsburgh to Harlem, she and her fellow slaves had been subjected to all sorts of depraved sexual activities by their new master.  Her mind screamed at her that every sexual act went against everything she stood for, but her body obeyed his every command.  She had been fucked in every hole and was forced to do everything with a smile on her face.  The worst part was the fact that physically, she loved every second of it.  

She had always been a conservative girl, far too busy with her work to submit to her sexual desires. But in the back of that cargo van, her inner slut emerged more and more with every depraved act that she performed.

When they finally arrived at the club, the girls were all led inside.  They were shown the small dormitory above the club where they were to live during their employment.  Then they were taken to the dressing room and given their outfits for their debut performances.

Simmons was given a red push-up bra, matching red thong, and platform heels.  She was given her instructions and sent out onto the main stage.  She instinctively started to gyrate to the music.  She crawled to each patron sitting around the stage and did a little sexy dance for each of them in exchange for a dollar bill.  She then made her way back to the center of the stage and reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.  She slowly removed it, exposing her modest breasts to every man in the building.

She once again made her rounds to the men sitting around the stage.  She shook her tits for some, and buried some of their faces in between them.  She then slinked back to the center of the stage and removed the thong.  She laid on her back with her legs in the air and fingered her wet slit.  She then again worked from man to man around the stage.  When her set was finished, she gathered her money and clothes and exited the stage.  He heard the DJ announce that she was now available for private and VIP dances.

Prior to her dance, Simmons was told that the VIP customers would be her masters for the duration of their session.  She was to do anything requested of her short of allowing bodily harm.  She was quickly grabbed by the arm by one of the floor managers and led to a group of three men who had purchased a VIP session with her.

Simmons smiled at the trio and led them to the champagne room.  The music started and she quickly undressed again.  The men disrobed as well.  One of the men grabbed her and pushed her head toward his crotch.  Simmons took the hint and began to lick up and down the length of his shaft.  She felt a pair of hands grab her hips and lift her ass up into the air.  Soon after, she felt him penetrate her.

She felt waves of pleasure coursing through her body as the man behind her began to fuck her.  She moaned around the cock in her mouth.  The third man was beside her, molesting her breasts.  She reached over and began to stroke his shaft.  The man in front of her grabbed the back of her head, and she felt his dick start to pulsate in her mouth.  She doubled her efforts and soon felt him spray his cum into the back of her throat.  Jemma swallowed every drop and then turned her head to the man that she was jerking off.  She took him in her mouth and began to suck him off.

He pulled out of her mouth and re positioned her so that he had access to her ass.  He quickly spit on her asshole and probed his finger into her tight anus.  When he thought that she was sufficiently lubed, he rammed his dick into her ass.

Simmons screamed out with an orgasm as she felt the second man enter her ass.  The two men were fucking her so hard and fast that she knew that it was only going to be a matter of minutes until they came.  She heard one of the men grunt and then felt her pussy fill up with his hot, sticky seed.  Soon after, the last man came in her ass.  She collapsed onto the floor when they finished fucking her.  When she regained her composure, she sucked them all off and the men left the VIP room.

In her mind, Simmons wanted to lay down on the floor and cry.  She had just fucked three strangers in some seedy strip club.  But her mental programming kicked in and she redressed and made her way back into the club to get ready for her next stage show

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Skye was only a short trip away from Simmons.  But she was in no position to help her friend.  She was standing on a street corner in Brooklyn wearing a tube top, a mini skirt, and stiletto heels.  On her ride from Pittsburgh to New York, her new master Parker Robbins, had programmed her to be a cheap, street walking whore.  Her new life was going to be selling her body on street corners for whatever money she could get.

She was exhausted.  She had already given eight blowjobs and had fucked an additional seven men, and she had only been working the corner for three hours.  Her pussy ached and her jaw was sore, but she continued to proposition every man who passed by.

A group of frat boys from NYU saw her at her corner and approached her.

"You boys looking for a party?"

"As a matter of fact, we're organizing a party.  We are part of the Delta Gamma Pi fraternity at NYU, and we're in charge of the entertainment at our frat party tonight.  We've got $2500, and we're looking for a girl to come keep us entertained for the night."

Skye wanted to tell the men to fuck off, but instead she felt herself compelled to accept their offer.

"For that kind of money, I'll do anything you boys want."

They led Skye back to their car and drove her to their frat house

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May put her top back on and licked the last of Killgrave's cum off of her lips.

"What would you have me do next master?"

"I have a very important task for you.  We're going to have a guest that I need you to help me deal with."

She looked at the video monitor and saw her former teammate Grant Ward leading SHIELD Agent Natasha Romanoff, The Black Widow, to the front door of the Killgrave Corp lab