From hetero to a total slut

I entered that sauna in Zaragoza on a Friday night thinking I was only going to relax for a while after a shitty day at work. I was 41, mentally married to my straight life, curious but never having crossed the line. The hot steam wrapped around me as soon as I passed through the door and, before I could react, three burly guys surrounded me in the changing room. They didn’t say a word. One grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face against the locker while the other two tore my clothes off.

—Tonight you’re going to be our little slut —one growled in my ear.

I tried to resist, but they had me immobilized. They took me into a back room that smelled of sweat and bleach. There was a pile of clothes there: black fishnet stockings, a ridiculously tiny red thong, a latex corset that squeezed my nipples, stiletto heels, and a long blonde wig. They dressed me amid laughter and blows. Every time I tried to take something off, I received a sharp smack on the ass that made me scream. When I ended up dressed like a cheap whore, they looked at me satisfied.

—Look at her. She’s ready to be used.

They dragged me to the common area of the sauna. There were at least thirty guys watching me: curious straight men, rough gays, two trans women with huge cocks, and a couple of hairy bears. They put me on my knees in the middle of the hallway. The first was a straight guy around 50, married, with a ring on his finger. He grabbed my head with both hands and shoved his cock all the way down my throat without mercy. He brutally violated my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks while I choked and he insulted me, calling me a “fucking faggot” and “sauna slut.” Every time I tried to pull away, he slapped me so hard I saw stars.

Behind me, another lifted my thong and shoved two fingers in at once. Sharp pain. He started spanking me with an open hand, hard, one after another, until my ass burned. I counted more than twenty in the first few minutes alone. Then he spat into my open mouth while the one in front kept fucking my face without stopping.

—Swallow, filthy slut.

More started arriving. Fifty, sixty… I quickly lost count. They passed me from hand to hand. A trans woman fucked my ass without a condom while another pissed on my face. The hot golden shower ran down my cheeks, over my chest, into my open mouth. It tasted salty and humiliating. I tried to close my mouth, but they held my jaw and forced me to swallow some of it.

They took me to the shower area. There they tied my hands to a high bar with bondage ropes. I hung like a fucking object. More than a hundred guys paraded through that night. Some only spat in my face and spanked me while jerking off. Others shoved their cocks into my ass without mercy, one after another, without giving me a break. Constant double penetration. I felt them stretching me, felt them coming inside me without asking. Every time someone came inside, another stuck his fingers in...