Ghosted

Lila paced nervously around her apartment, her mind racing with worry and fear. For the past two years, she had been head over heels in love with her girlfriend, Olivia. They had been through so much together, building a life and a future as a couple. Lila had never been happier, never felt more complete or fulfilled.

But then, without warning, Olivia had vanished. She had texted Lila a cryptic message saying she needed some space, that she was sorry but she had to leave for a while. And then, poof, she was gone. No more texts, no more calls, no more anything. It was like she had never existed at all.

Lila had been frantic, calling everyone she knew who might have information about Olivia's whereabouts. She had filed a missing person's report with the police, begged them to help find her girlfriend. But days turned into weeks, and still, no word. Lila was beside herself with fear, terrified that something terrible had happened to the woman she loved.

And then, finally, after over a month of silence, a text message popped up on Lila's phone. Her heart leapt with hope and excitement as she opened it, praying for some word, some clue about where Olivia might be.

But as she clicked the link in the message, her blood ran cold. Because there, on the screen, was a video. And in the video...was Olivia.

The camera panned over a room filled with men, at least half a dozen of them, all naked and stroking their hard, throbbing cocks. And there in the middle of them all was Olivia, her once bright eyes now dull and glazed, her once smiling face now slack and blank.

The video played like a sickening highlight reel, showing Olivia sucking and slurping on the men's shafts, taking them deep into her once proudly lesbian mouth. It showed her on her hands and knees, her ass in the air as the men took turns slamming into her, fucking her hard and fast from behind. It showed her on her back, her legs spread wide as she squirted and gushed all over the men's cocks, her body writhing with **** pleasure.

Lila watched in horror, tears streaming down her face as she saw the woman she loved being used and defiled, her most intimate places violated and claimed by strangers. She could see the fear and desperation in Olivia's eyes, even as her body traitorously responded to the brutal ****.

The video ended with Olivia's face filling the screen, her mouth stretched obscenely around a massive cock as she was **** to swallow a huge load of cum. The man holding the camera laughed cruelly as Olivia choked and sputtered, thick ropes of jizz leaking from the corners of her mouth.

Lila collapsed onto the couch, sobbing and shaking, her heart breaking into a million pieces. She knew now that Olivia was alive...but she barely recognized the broken, hollowed-out shell of a human being in that video. Her once proud, strong, loving girlfriend had been thoroughly broken, her lesbian identity erased and replaced with a vessel for straight male pleasure.

With a heavy heart, Lila knew she had to face the horrible truth. The woman she loved was gone, lost to the cruel whims of a twisted group of men who had violated and defiled her. And the saddest part was...Lila knew she would never be able to save her. Olivia was gone, and she was never coming back.