Caitlin Erin O'Neil, a rising star on Instagram, strutted confidently into the opulent hotel elevator, the muted light accentuating her golden tan and highlighting her toned curves. Her heart raced not only from the thrill of being in the city for a high-profile fashion event, but also from the knowledge that she was about to push boundaries with her outfit choice. Wearing nothing but a skimpy black bikini, she knew her entrance would turn heads, but she never expected the reaction she was about to receive. As the elevator doors closed, Caitlin felt a sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension. She was used to being admired from a distance, but up close and personal like this? She wasn't so sure. The silence in the elevator was deafening, and she could feel the eyes of the four men standing against the back wall burning into her skin. Suddenly, the men began to close in on her, their hands reaching out, groping her bare arms and chest. Panic set in as they yanked her hair, pulling her head back forcefully. Before she knew what was happening, they had a firm grip on her bikini bottoms, yanking them downward with such force that she stumbled back against the elevator walls. Horrified and humiliated, she let out a muffled scream as the fabric of her bikini bottoms ripped away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her body was now on display for these men, her private parts bared for their perverted pleasure. The air in the elevator seemed to crackle with tension, and she could feel the men's hot breath on her skin as they leered at her, their eyes devouring every inch of her naked body. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Caitlin struggled to process what was happening. Her heart raced, her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and her body trembled with fear and humiliation. One of the men stepped forward, his hands reaching out to touch her intimately, his fingers tracing circles around her exposed folds. She winced in pain as his rough hands continued to explore her most private parts, feeling violated and objectified in ways she never thought possible. Desperate to escape, she looked around wildly, searching for anything she could use as a weapon or a means of defense. But the men had her trapped against the elevator walls, their bodies blocking her path. As she struggled, one of them grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pushing her back against the metal paneling, pinning her there. His breath was hot on her neck as he whispered lewd comments and threats into her ear. The elevator dinged, signaling that they had reached their floor. With a final, cruel push, the man released her, shoving her roughly forward as the doors slid open. Caitlin stumbled out of the elevator, her heart racing, her body trembling with fear and disbelief. She felt exposed and violated, as if her very identity had been stripped away. Then they stuck their hand in her pussy and pulled her back into the elevator. The group of men surrounded her once more, their hot breath on her neck, their hands groping her body. One of them reached between her legs, roughly pushing two fingers inside her as he murmured obscenities. Caitlin let out a muffled scream, her body tensing in pain and revulsion. She struggled against their grasp, but they were too strong, their hands like steel bands around her wrists and ankles. The elevator ascended again, taking them higher into the hotel. The men seemed to grow bolder, more brazen with each passing second. They took turns touching her, violating her, leaving her feeling dirty and used. As they reached another floor, the men pushed her roughly out of the elevator and into a nearby hallway. She stumbled, barely able to keep her balance, her breasts heaving as she fought for air. The men surrounded her once more, their hands roughly pulling her in different directions. One of them grabbed her breasts, playing with her nipples. She felt a mixture of humiliation and fear as their hot breath fanned across her skin. They began to touch her roughly, their hands leaving bruises and scratches as they explored her body. "Oh, you like that, do you?" one of them sneered. "You like being treated like a whore?" Caitlin could only whimper in response, her body trembling with fear and humiliation as they continued to assault her. They pushed her down to the floor, her bare skin scratching against the cold, hard surface. One of them knelt beside her, roughly pulling her legs apart as he positioned his own body between them. She felt his hot breath on her thighs before she felt the cold, hard length of him pressing against her folds. He thrust forward, forcing his way inside her, and she let out a muffled scream of pain. The other men gathered around, watching as he took her roughly, their eyes filled with lust and cruelty. They took turns touching her, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts, and probing her most intimate places. The pain was excruciating, and she could feel herself begin to tear, both physically and emotionally. She tried to struggle against them, to fight back, but they were too strong, too many. As they continued their brutal assault, she felt like she was losing control of her own body, like it was no longer her own. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, how these men could be so cruel, so heartless. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably, her body shaking with fear and despair. One of the men grabbed her roughly by the hair, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were cold and empty, devoid of any trace of humanity. "You like this, don't you?" he sneered, his voice laced with disgust. "You like being used like this, being treated like a cock-sleeve." The pain was excruciating, and Caitlin felt her body begin to shut down as shock and horror washed over her. She couldn't believe what was happening, how these men could be so cruel, so heartless. She tried to scream, to fight back, but they were too strong, too many. As they continued their brutal assault, she felt like she was losing herself, like she was nothing more than a vessel for their twisted desires. The men took turns using her, their rough hands and bodies leaving her bruised and battered. They laughed at her pain, taunted her with obscenities. One of them even filmed the whole thing on his phone, capturing every moment of her degradation for who knows what twisted purpose. The elevator descended once more, taking them back down to the lobby. The men dragged her out, her body a limp, cum-covered mess. They pushed her through the crowds of people, her bare feet leaving trails of cum on the marble floor. She was too numb to register the horror on the faces of those around her, too numb to even feel the pain anymore. They shoved her into a taxi, and she collapsed in a heap on the backseat, sobbing uncontrollably. The taxi drove through the streets of the city, the men laughing and talking in the front seat, oblivious to the wreckage they left behind in the back. Caitlin could feel herself growing colder with each passing moment, her body shutting down as shock and horror took hold. She couldn't believe what had happened, what those men had done to her. She was nothing more than a broken, used cock sleeve in their eyes. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the world, but the memories of their rough hands and bodies assaulting her kept flashing through her mind. Her stomach churned with the realization that she had been violated in the most intimate and humiliating ways possible. She wanted nothing more than to wash away the sticky residue of their seed, to scrub the smell of them off her skin. The taxi pulled up in front of her apartment building, and the men paid the driver before roughly pushing her out of the car. They left her there, still naked and sobbing on the sidewalk, as if she were nothing more than trash to be disposed of. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't support her weight. She crawled toward her apartment, every movement sending fresh pain shooting through her bruised and battered body.