He circled me. I tried to twist my head. Pain shot through the tortured muscles of my neck and shoulders. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I squirmed. My stomach turned to stone. My mouth tasted like cotton.
The man stepped into my line of sight. He was swinging the hose in short arcs. Suddenly he snapped his wrist. The hose hit the underside of my right tit with a whump. My squeal of pain bounced off the walls and echoed back to mock me. My tit jerked and danced. The flesh turned a bright red where I'd been hit.
He kept walking in circles around me. This time he struck from behind. The hose swished between my legs. My whole body strained forward as it cracked into my twat. Bruising pain seared through my groin. I screamed and pleaded for mercy.
The men in the audience stared in electrical silence. Their eyes were glazed. Their mouths were
slack, and I saw that many of them were rubbing their crotches.
My tormentor reached my side. The hose sprang out again. This time it caught both tits just below the nipples. I jerked back. It didn't do any good. My tits bounced and jiggled like jelly. They felt like someone had slammed a hot iron across them. I almost dislocated my shoulders.
"Please! Don't hit me again-please!" I wailed.
My cheeks were bathed in team. My body was glossy with sweat. I was trembling from fear. The tense uncertainty of wailing was almost as bad as being hit. The muscles in my arms and shoulders trembled and stretched from holding my weight.
The pain went on and on and on. My legs turned numb after he smacked my shins and kneecaps a couple of times. My arms and shoulders were on fire. The man was an expert. He knew exactly how to make me scream the loudest without passing out. The audience gave him a thunderous hand when he finished and walked off stage. He'd primed them for the main act.
I was released. They let me crumple to the floor. I cowered there, afraid of what was to come. I tried to get my arms and legs to work. They wouldn't.
Three big black men walked naked onto the stage. Each had a hard-on that measured at least twelve inches. I'd never seen anything like that on human beings before. They walked over and nudged me with their toes.
"Hey, man-dig the white quail."
"Yeah, this stud's gonna get himself a piece of pale pussy."
"Ya all wanta suck on my dick, honkey-bitch?"
I choked, begged for mercy and cowered there. One of them grabbed me. I was jerked to my feet and crushed in a bear-hug.
One of the men lay down. I tried to struggle as I was lowered onto him. It didn't do any good. The third man slapped my face and I gave in. I looked down. The man lying on his back was holding his dick by two fingers. The dark prick stood like a telephone pole, waiting to stab me.
I felt the mammoth, swollen head fill the opening of my twat. It caught the dry, raw pussy-petals and dragged them into my cunt along with my bruised clit. I moaned in despair.
The other man let go of my tits. My legs were too weak to help me. I slumped onto the cock. His meat rode clear to the back of my cunt and tried to tear my womb apart. I gasped in pain as my ass bounced on his thighs and stopped.
The third man grabbed me by the hair and jerked me into an animal position. The man behind me dropped to his knees. His hot prick pushed dryly between the cheeks of my ass. I whimpered. I felt his cock-head poke against my asshole. I'd never been fucked that way before. I trembled with fear.
Brutal fingers gripped my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. He stretched them so wide that my
pucker popped. His cock aimed for the center. The man lunged, putting all of his weight behind it.
"YEOWWW! OOOOH! AAIIEEE!" I squealed as the giant tool knifed through my virgin asshole and roared in my guts to the hilt.
Scalding-hot pain seared through my ass. My thighs shook. My pussy grabbed the other cock. It felt like someone had rammed me with a white-hot poker. I tried to scoot forward and escape the attacking tool. The man had a grip on my hips. I wasn't able to pull away.
I tried to thrash and struggle forward. I was rewarded with a rabbit punch between the shoulder blades. The fist slammed me flat against the man under me. Before I could recover from the sickening pain that flooded through my back and chest, I was jerked up by the hair.
The man who'd hooked me in the ass took over. He snapped my head back and held it with a handful of my tangled curls. The third man knelt in front of me. He squeezed my jaw apart and drove his twelve-inch rod clear into my throat. His cock forced my jaw past the point of endurance as it drove along my tongue. It bruised the back of my mouth and completely plugged my windpipe as it angled down. He jerked his hips up and bruised my front teeth. His balls slapped my chin.
The man in my ass jerked back. My dry pucker clung to his cock and burned like hell as it stuck to the side of his meat and followed it. His cock came all the way out. I tried to scream. My asshole
popped. I farted. I choked on the dick in my mouth. The man hit my asshole at full-speed and roared home again. My ass was on fire.
The cock plugging my pussy jerked down. My raw cunt-petals burned as he pulled out. He drove his prick in again. My cunt-muscles were tight with fear and pain. The cock fucking my ass was mashing the rear wall of my cunt down. The other prick bruised my hole as it forced its way inside again.
The two of them were turning my insides to hamburger. The cock in my mouth was wining my throat. The man raping my cunt began to jerk on my flopping tits. The one in my ass pulled cruelly on my hair. The one fucking my mouth yanked on my ears and squeezed my jaw.
I tried to shut my eyes. I wanted to block out the pain and the wiry curls of the man's pubic hair. It didn't work. The dick in my cunt or ass would slam deep and my eyes would pop open.
The sweat and heat of the three sweating blacks made me want to vomit. The one raping my mouth slid to the side. His cock hit my cheek and made it bulge out as he drove towards my throat. He had moved so the audience could see my face.
I could feel the electrical tension in the hushed room. The men in the seats were hypnotized by the show I was being forced to put on. Their eyes were staring unblinkingly at us. Their mouths were open and drooling. I could see open flies and hard-ons poking lewdly out of them.
Each time one of the giant, black cocks roared home, the audience's hands would hammer up and down on their own swollen dicks. They were getting their rocks off watching those three bastards torture and rape me. I felt anger boil up. I wanted to kill everyone there.
The pain in my ass didn't die away. Every stroke burned as bad as the one before it. The pain in my pussy and throat actually grew worse with each pistoning thrust. The more the cocks fucked in and out, the rawer my throat and cunt-lips grew. The more the prick in my asshole pounded it, the more it bruised.
The three rapists were taking their time. They were prolonging lily agony as much as they could. Their thrusts were deliberate. They were judging their 'attack by the reaction of the audience. The man in front moved at will, his fingers gouging the muscles at the top of my jaw and jerking on my earlobes as a signal that he was going to cork me. Each time he did, I'd tense and the pain would be that much worse.
The men working on my cunt and asshole started to get their act together. Timing their fuck-strokes, they tried to make as much agony show in my face as they could. They'd pull almost out. The heads of their cocks would linger at the edge for a second. They'd drive as deep, as hard, and as fast as they could. Just as they hit bottom, they'd jerk my hair and pinch or twist my nipples. My eyes would bug way out and a new supply of
tears would gush down my cheeks.
The men in the audience were going into orbit. Cum was flying everywhere. The room was filled with their gasps and moans of release. God, how I hated them!
Few sounds could be heard over the onlookers' heated approval. There was a terrible buzzing in my head. Whimpers of agony bubbled from deep inside me.
The trio began to speed up. There wasn't any rest between jolts of searing hurt. The pain was continuous. Each cramp, each bruise, each burning stab, fell and melted into the next. It grew and grew.
The blacks knew just how to milk the maximum out of me so the onlookers could get their jollies. I was young, fresh and healthy. I could take a lot of abuse from them. They took advantage of it and really worked me over.
The gigantic cock in my mouth swelled. It grew longer. I heard a pop like a firecracker going off. My head felt like someone had blown my face off with a stick of dynamite. He had dislocated my jaw. I felt the jism clog my throat as it spurted into my mouth. My throat bobbed desperately, trying to work the sticky jizz down as my mouth drooped open. The fuck-juice gushed around my tongue. It pooled behind my teeth and ran out over my lips.
The man fucked back and forth a couple of times. He finished by squirting several trails of silvery sperm into my face. He let go of my ears
and grabbed my jaw. My vision blurred. My head filled with bright flashes as he snapped my jaw back in place.
The other two weren't done. They were still fucking back and forth at the same time. The drops of sweat on my forehead beaded and began to run into my eyes. I was bathed in the wet stench of fear and pain.
The man fucking my ass let go of my hair. I fell forward, crashing helplessly on the man under me. The man who'd just finished raping my mouth pulled my head back as it hung over the other's shoulder. He made sure the seated men in the audience could see the misery and account for every bit of pain that registered on it.
The black stud pounding my asshole began to speed up. He pulled and jerked at my tortured butt to be sure he could drive his prick clear to the hilt. He began to jerk up and down as he drove his rod in and out. His cock hit me from different angles, causing new cramps.
Then he was coming. I felt him unleash his jizz into my bowels. Like the first man to come, he only emptied half his load inside me. The rest was shot onto my backside. His cum dribbled from my loose asshole as he scooted around front.
I moaned as he jerked me up by the hair.
"No…" I managed before he filled my mouth with his shit-coated cock. The audience gasped its approval.
Puke welled up, only to be blocked by the
shrinking hard-on. I swallowed desperately and fought to control my stomach. I don't know how I did it, but I managed not to vomit. He kept his cock in my mouth until I'd washed it clean. Then he let go and moved away.
The black under me rolled us over. He moved so my head hung over the side of the stage. He jerked my legs up and began to hammer into my cunt with lightning-fast strokes. His prick drove deep. My stomach knotted with new cramps as he pulverized my insides. He was coming. Half of his jism poured into my raw cunt and half shot over my red beaver and my belly.
I was dragged to my feet. I held my tummy and swayed unsteadily. I lost my balance and doubled up in pain as they sold my services.
A middle-aged, English-speaking Mexican paid a handsome sum, and I was readied for him. The blacks who'd just fucked me forced my legs apart. I let out a blood-curdling scream as they snapped a vicious clamp over my cunt-petals. The tender, little flaps were almost crushed by the spring loaded snap. A dog's leash was attached to the clamp and handed to the man.
The audience gave a loud roar of approval as I was-led away. I made it out of the room before my legs gave put. I felt the clamp jerk on my inner labes as I fell. I couldn't help it. I struggled onto my hands and knees as the man kept tugging.
The leash ran up my split and between my two jiggling boobs. I crawled like a dog after my
master. I couldn't do anything but obey.
I tried, to plead for mercy, but it didn't do any good. My tongue was swollen. My jaw was stiff and my throat was raw. I couldn't make anything intelligent come out of my mouth. Every time I tried to speak, the man would laugh and pull harder on the leash.
My master led me, like a pet, to a special room. There was a cot and sawhorse in it. Both pieces of furniture were equipped with chains and cuffs. A guard brought a chair in as we entered.
As soon as the guard left, the man made me sit in the chair. The leash hung between my legs like a tail. He took the wrist and leg cuffs and fastened them to my limbs. The chair was a solid affair. It didn't move as I squirmed.
The man picked up a fly-swatter. My eyes widened in fear. The mesh end of the swatter waved like a fan for a few seconds. I felt a vicious jerk on my cunt-lips as he jerked the leash. The fly-swatter snapped down, catching the edge of my nipple.
I screamed!
The man was interested in punishing my knockers. He flicked the same bruised nipple over and over. He rubbed his crotch furiously for a second. Giggling in glee, he flicked me again and jerked on the leash.
Finally he stopped. I watched warily. My mind was on the verge of cracking as he slowly stripped. He was of medium height, his big beer-belly
covered with heavy black body hair. His cock wasn't very big. It waved arrogantly, stiff and drooling. He picked the fly-swatter up and cracked me across the ear with it.
The pain hummed through my head. I whimpered. I was beginning to understand what they'd meant when they said I'd go south-if I made it through the three days. The thought that I was just starting made my mind reel hopelessly. I didn't know how much of this I could stand before I lost my mind.
"Owww! Ooooh!" I wheezed as the handle of the swatter slapped my burning nipple.
The man stood by my side.
"Nibble on the head of my cock!" he growled.
I tried to ignore him. My neck sent bolts of protesting agony through me every time I moved my head. He jerked his hand. The leash snapped tight and my cunt-petals felt like they'd been pulled off. My head shot sideways.
I felt his streamer of cock-oil wet my chin and tits as I took the slime-covered, crimson fuck-stick between my lips. I didn't make any effort to bite hard. I knew without any question what the penalty for that would be. Pain fogged my mind as I ground my teeth lightly against his firm, cushiony pecker-tip.
At first he didn't hurt me as long as I gnawed on his hard-on. The minutes ticked by and he began to grow restless. It wasn't enough to humiliate me. It didn't seem enough to be my master. His thing was
inflicting pain. Pain was what he'd come here for. He could get a piece of ass anyplace.
He couldn't aim quite as well from where he was standing. Then, too, he was probably afraid I'd bite. The fly-swatter began to slap me. He didn't try for any of the real tender spots, like the edges of my nipples. It came down on my thigh, leaving its imprint in red. It snapped across my tummy. It struck my arms. It hit my shoulders. He was just keeping me on edge-sweating.
The more I tried to please him, the harder and faster his blows rained down. When I got wise to that and tried to slack off, he jerked on the leash and filled my cunt with fiery pain. The bastard was a real sadist.
He tired of my cock-nibbling. Unfastening the cuffs, he pulled me out of the chair and draped me over the back of it. My ass was at his mercy. He fastened my wrists and ankles again.
Before starting with the punishment, he checked my helpless cunt and asshole. His fingers slid in the slime-covered chutes and lingered there for a time. When he was satisfied with my condition, he picked up a ping-pong paddle. He stood in front of me and smacked the palm of his hand with it.
I couldn't help myself. I reacted the way he wanted me to. I cried. I pleaded for mercy. I promised him everything. It only made him more excited.
He disappeared from view. I stiffened with dread. He waited for several seconds. My belly
burned in fear. The light hair on the back of my neck tingled. I shook. The paddle smacked into my ass and the pain spread through me. He rubbed his cock against my tender flesh and slapped my other cheek.
The time stretched endlessly. It seemed more than an eternity. He turned my pale flesh into angry red welts from the ankles to my waist. Every inch of the skin on the back of my trembling legs and ass burned indescribably.
My temporary master giggled gleefully and tossed the paddle aside. He pinched the bottom of my ass, right next to the crack. I wailed hoarsely. His hard-on was bouncing. It was so stiff it actually bowed upward in the center. Its idiot eye bubbled and dripped trails of sparkling syrup. I felt it wet my burning ass-cheeks. He dipped his rod lower. It pressed against my asshole. He stepped on my cunt-leash. I felt my crippled pussy-flaps being pulled taut.
The cock drove into my slimy, used shit-chute. It would have taken two cocks his size to make one as big as the black dude who'd raped my asshole earlier.
My flesh was so tender that the slightest touch sent waves of nausea racing through me. I felt the cock go all the way home. My bruised tits jiggled and flopped. His big belly rested on my raw ass. His legs banged against mine.
He drew his prick out. He was really hot. He wasn't going to fuck slow. His tool began to knife
and jab in and out of my ass like a maniac. My bruised flesh trembled from the attack. My tits continued to sway and dance as they hung loosely suspended from my chest.
I'd gone through an eternity in hell there. I could see my reflection in the highly polished black cabinet door. My eyes were red and puffed almost shut. My face was crusted with cunt and lined with rivers of tear stains. My lips were swollen and my mouth was slack. The luster in my eyes was gone. Angry bruises covered my shoulders and arms. My tits were a bright red and my nipples and areolas were swollen to almost three times their natural size.
The man grinding his cock into my ass was slobbering all over himself. His big belly was bouncing. He was watching the mirror image, too. He seemed fascinated by the strain which lined my face. He went out of his way to hurt me enough for the cords in my neck to bulge.
Every time he wanted to get an extra reaction from me, he'd step on the leash and strain my cunt-lips further from my crack. My eyes would widen. My face would redden and my mouth would quiver uncontrollably.
The cuffs were wearing my wrists and ankles raw. My flopping boobs were straining the muscles of my chest and making them ache. The man was getting more excited by the minute. He started hammering my slender back with his fists. New waves of agony flooded my body. My mind was
reeling. I was on the verge of passing out.
If it hadn't been for the cabinet door, I might have. But he stopped pounding the minute he saw my face turn from a bright red to a pasty white. He even slowed the slithering fuck-action of his cock in my asshole.
"Bitch!" he growled in disappointment. "You re gonna suffer. You're gonna feel every stroke of my cock in your ass. You're gonna feel me come in your dirty hole!"
My legs were so shaky that he had to grip my hips to keep me from falling to the floor. He could still stretch my labes because I was partially supported by the chair's seat and back. Each time he moved my hips, it tore my tender cunt-lips and sent new waves of fire shooting through the pinched flaps.
His slick prick-shaft slid freely back and forth. He began to swivel his hips and grind in circles. I could see the lust and thrills my unwilling body was giving this sadistic monster.
He was getting hotter and hotter. His speed picked up again. More sweat poured from my body and my eyes tried to give more tears, but couldn't.
He stopped fucking for a second. Trembling with excitement, he hastily undid my chains and threw me face down on the floor. He pounced on me. His knee drove between my thighs and forced my legs apart. My tits were mashed into the cold concrete. The hard chill cleared my head a little as I rested on it.
He drove his cock between the cheeks of my ass again, crushing me with his weight. I felt his brutal hips bounce back and forth against my bruised ass. My tummy hurt as it slapped the floor. The pain was even more excruciating now that my mind wasn't fogged. I could feel his cock as it burned its way in and out. The pain had made my asshole more sensitive. I could feel him with every fiber of my body. It hurt like hell. Even worse, it was humiliating. It was destroying me as a human being.
My mind rebelled. I wasn't going to let that happen. I started to fight it. I wasn't going to grovel in front of this inhuman monster.
The hard-on fucking my ass began to tremble and buck. It expanded as he drove relentlessly on. The stench of my abused body filled my nostrils. The taste of cocks, cum and shit clung to my mouth along with the taste of fear and pain. The room echoed the lusty pants of the man and the choked whimpers that seeped from me.
My belly made sucking noises each time the man pulled up. My hip bones slapped the concrete as his hips crashed noisily into my reddened ass on the way down.
He filled my asshole with his jism and climbed off. Carefully chaining me into the chair, he left the room. The guards came for me. They had to carry me back to the closet. My hands were cuffed behind me and the humiliating leash dangled from my cunt-lips like a solid stream of piss.