I was awakened by a new guard and given a bowl of watery stew. It was a foul-tasting stuff and took an effort to keep down. Once it was in my burning stomach I did feel better.
The pain between my legs was so bad that I couldn't stop whimpering. I almost cried out every time I twitched a muscle down there. I'd make it, though-this should be my last day. If I made it, I could find a way to escape.
The tenor might have gone away a little if my twat hadn't been so sore. I didn't think I'd be able to stand any more punishment between my legs. It just hurt too damned bad. I was afraid to even touch it.
I was a mess. The guard recognized it, too. I'd almost grown used to the foul, nauseating smell but this guard hadn't. It was obvious by the
bulging hard-on in his pants that he wanted to abuse me, but the smell was keeping him away.
He tried to make me walk. I couldn't. My legs were like rubber. He grabbed me by the underarms and dragged me down the hall. I'd been hurt so bad the last couple of days that this was mild. I kept wondering when he was going to be cruel like the rest of the men here.
When we reached the hose room, he let go of me and tossed me a bar of regular soap. He sprayed me with a garden hose and let me wash myself. It took several soapings and several rinsings to get my body clean. He didn't try to hurt me. Maybe this was the weak link I was looking for.
"Thank you," I whispered hoarsely when he washed the last of it off.
He smiled almost kindly. He helped me stand. He walked me around until I was able to move on my own. He actually talked to me. I learned his name was Pedro and that he didn't really like hurting She girls who were brought here. He was a member of an international crime syndicate. He had tried not to be assigned here. He'd lost and knew better than to protest or do anything that would get him in trouble. He had managed to get assigned jobs that kept him from being brutal.
The thought of possible escape flashed through my mind. I knew better than expect him to jeopardize his own safety to help me. I didn't ask. It couldn't hurt to have him like me. Even one person on my side could make life a little easier.
There was only one way I knew of to do it. I'd never sold my services on such a thin thread of hope before, but it didn't matter any more. If there was the slightest chance, I wanted to take it. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I fumbled with his fly. The man was surprised.
His tool was handsome and clean. I was going to give him the best blow-job he'd ever had. I wanted to make a lasting impression on him. The cold water, the pleasant aroma of soap, and being clean had helped a lot. His kindness gave me enough energy to do what had to be done.
The man's cock was warm and smooth against my bruised and cracked lips. I nibbled at it carefully and rubbed his balls gently in my stiff hands. I tilted the proud tool up and forced my swollen tongue to lick the silky-smooth underside of his prick.
His cock smelled clean and passionate. It tasted mildly salty. The door was closed and the room was quiet. Not having to listen to the whimpers and moans from the various cells down the hall helped relax me.
I felt strange. It soothed my torment to know that someone could still think of me as a human being. His desire for me as a woman and not as an object to torture and abuse was wonderful. I put all my heart into sucking that cock.
When I had aroused him enough by licking the length of the hot shaft, I thrilled it by tickling the thin flesh below his crimson crown. The cock
shivered and bounced with delight. I let the tool lower until I could get my mouth around it. I let it sink past my teeth.
It took one hell of an effort, but I swirled my stiff tongue around the firm head. I drew circles around his hole and played tic-tac-toe on the sensitive tip. I ground it just below the rim with my teeth. I let it come out enough that I could nibble on the blushing face. Then I slowly drew my mouth over it.
I let it ride in until my nose was buried in his pubic forest. I ignored the pain in my jaw and mouth. It wasn't important. What was important was showing the man how much I appreciated his kindness.
I could feel the blood pounding through the knotted veins that jutted from the sides of his manly spear. I could feel the tension in his thighs as I moved my head in circles as well as back and forth.
Pedro's cock felt soothing. I knew this man had seen so much pain and suffering in this place that he was callous to it. I knew he probably didn't care a thing about me and never would. I still had to chance it. He might help me escape later.
I rode back and forth, letting his cock press against my tongue and rub the roof of my mouth. I didn't get hot. My pussy was numb. It was enough just to please him.
As I felt him get hotter and hotter, I began to sway back and forth faster and faster. My tongue
stopped aching and I was able to deep-throat his pecker. The boner trembled as it sank into my throat. I wiggled my tongue at the bottom of his root. I sucked in. His thighs rippled. His ass lacked. His knees pressed against my tender boobs and shook weakly.
I drew back quickly. I rammed my face forward. I felt his balls rub my chin. I felt his hair tickle my nose. He groaned. His cock was dribbling its sparkling nectar along the path of my tongue. It was working. He was about to shoot his wad. I sucked until my cheeks caved in and pinioned myself on him again.
Pedro's cock began to expand and shake. His climax was building in his balls. His shaft was swelling. His chest was blushing. He pulled away and sprayed the floor with his jism. My heart melted. He was being kind. I had expected to drink his load. He didn't want to make me. I thought that was sweet of him.
I watched the cum shoot out. It arched lazily and fell in gobs to the floor. He milked his cock for a second and squeezed the last drops from its head. I drew him back to me and sucked his shrinking tool until it turned to rubber.
"You've gotta go back now," he sighed almost regrettably.
"I know," I nodded, feeling my stomach knot with fear again.
The familiar lump in my throat returned as he opened the door to the washroom and I heard the
sobs of misery again. I almost vomited when he opened my closet and motioned me inside. The smell was so strong I could cut it with a knife. I found the cleanest spot on the floor and sat down.
The wait for more punishment wasn't a long one. I hadn't been inside my cell for more than an hour before the door opened and a guard stepped in with several coils of rope.
"You recover fast, snatch. We don't want your stay here to be a vacation!"
He grabbed my ankles and tied them together tightly. Forcing my knees apart, the man took a foot-long piece of lead pipe and taped the ends to either leg. My knees were held awkwardly open.
The tape was an inch wide. He tore off two pieces and ran one over either side of my hairy outer labes. Grabbing my right hand, he taped my second and fourth fingers into place on either side.
The man tightened the noose-end of a lasso around my neck, ran it down my back, under my ass and below the rope at my ankles. He burned the flesh on my feet as he pulled the rope between them.
After tying the end of the rope he'd brought between my ankles to the middle finger of my taped hand he made me stand. He'd pulled the rope so tight that I was arched over backwards.
Taking another piece of rope, he flipped it over a hook in the ceiling and tied one end to my free wrist. He jerked it tight. My arm shot high over my head. He stretched it until I was on my tiptoes.
Bringing the other end down, he tied it around the other wrist.
Laughing happily, he stepped on my toes, rapped me several times on my ribs, squeezed my nipples and pushed down on my wrist. He spat in my face and walked out the door.
My toes burned. My wrist ached. I choked. My fingers pulled at the hair between my legs. The arm above me was going numb and tingly. Each time the pain would get too bad, I'd try to ease it. I'd end up almost breaking my finger or tearing my cunt-hair out.
My hand would twitch or jerk, sending waves of pain through my twat again. My ass, tummy and back were knotted in agony from their tense angle. Each time I'd try to ease it, I choked myself. I lost my balance and spun crazily for a minute before regaining it. The agony was excruciating.
The man had done his job well. My mind reeled from the strain. I was my own worse enemy. Each time the pain would become unbearable, I'd shift and make it even worse. The sweat poured off me. I tried not to moan or cry in pain. I needed to keep whatever strength I had. I couldn't afford to waste it on self-pity.
Thoughts of John and that other shit-maggot flickered through my pain-riddled thoughts. It was their doings that brought me here. It was their sadistic minds that devised my humiliation and pain. They were trying to destroy me. Well they weren't going to succeed. I thought of Pedro and prayed that
he'd rescue me.
I hung, swayed and twisted for hours before someone came to cut me down. I'd almost gotten used to it by then. I feared the unknown worse than the agony I was already going through. I knew they wouldn't be undoing me unless they had something else cooked up that would degrade and hurt me even worse.
Getting out of the bondage was as painful as being in it. The arm that had been suspended above me hurt so bad I cried as it fell to my side. My feet, which had gone numb, came alive with fiery agony as I straightened them out. My back and butt stopped feeling stiff and dull and became locked in cramps.
The worst was getting the tape out from between my legs. One man held me. The other worked his finger under the tape and began to slowly pull it loose. He took his time, enjoying my whimpers of agony.
I had very little hair between my legs when he was done. The two of them dragged me into the hallway. Two other guards were dragging a girl from another cell. She was so thin and small I couldn't see how she had survived the inhuman punishments. Her hair was a mess. Her big brown eyes were sunken. They were glazed with fear and pain. She was whimpering.
"Make love!" one of the men commanded, throwing us both to the floor.
I'd never, made it with a girl before. I didn't really know where to begin. The other girl didn't either. I took one look at the guards' heavy boots and decided to learn in a hurry.
We were already more or less in a sixty-nine position. I put my sore arms gently around her hips. Caressing as carefully as I could, I drew her cum-crusted cunt to me. The girl followed my example. She touched her nose to my swollen, pink gash.
A boot hit me in the small of the back and someone said to hurry. I choked as the pain twisted up and down my spine. My tongue flicked out.
Her battered box was so crusted with the remains of previous rapes that she tasted like an army of men. I started at the top of her childish split and washed the stuff away. I worked my way along her cunt mountain, washing and soothing her as best I could. I felt her tongue in my split. It was delicate, frightened and as kind as it could be under the circumstances. Neither of us felt any delight from the depraved show we were putting on.
She whimpered when I started on her cunt-flaps. I eased up and went over them as lightly as I could. I ignored the acrid taste of the petals. I was
actually enjoying the comfort of her soft body and arms. It was soothing to lie there with someone else and try to help them.
We were so busy that we hadn't noticed what was going on over us. I opened my eyes. The four men were pounding their cocks. They were really enjoying our humiliation. I closed my eyes again. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to see it.
I finished licking the outside of her cunt-lips and dipped between them. She tensed. I knew how sore they must be and was very careful as I washed my tongue over her pee-hole and down to the entrance of her cunt.
She was matching me stroke for stroke. She'd soothed my flaps. She'd caressed and warmed the nearly hairless cushions on either side of my split. I ran my hands gently up her back and found her tits. I avoided her swollen nipples and gently stroked the small mounds. Her hands slid to mine and drew tiny circles on the sides.
I didn't want her to touch my tits and I was sure she didn't want hers played with. But we had to put on a show.
"Fuck each other with your tongues!" the four cried in unison.
My tongue shot out without question. It slid easily into her loose hole and soaked in her quim. I felt hers shoot into mine. We stabbed our lickers back and forth, pretending they were cocks.
Her tongue didn't thrill me, but I felt her cunt start to tremble. I felt her abused cunt start to
hum. A thrill shot through me. She was so hungry for affection that it might help her. I glowed secretly. I started doing more than just going through the motions. This might be her only chance for pleasure and I wanted her to have it.
I started driving my tongue back and forth. I started pulling it all the way out of her and spinning it around her clit each time before driving it back inside. Her twat grew juicy. I could hear my tongue being milked. The sounds were only loud enough for me to hear. I wanted to keep it that way.
My hands left her boobs and wandered leisurely to her bottom. I trailed my fingers lightly up her ass-cleft like I enjoyed having done to me. She trembled. I covered the bottom part of her ass with my hand so the men wouldn't see her muscles twitching. I rolled against her. I got over her as far as I could without pressing my weight on her.
The girl knew what I was doing. I hoped she appreciated it. She didn't try to bring me to a come. She only did what she had to in order to keep from getting kicked. Other than that, she rested up and enjoyed my gentle love-making.
The men around us were enjoying our debasement. When there was a lull in the moans around us, I could hear the mouths of their peckers pop. I could feel an occasional streamer of clear jizz drip on my side.
The thrill of helping the girl finally got to me. My box started to thaw. The girl felt my ass twitch
and covered the movement with her hands. I wasn't too concerned with it helping me. I wanted it to help her before the men got wise and pulled us apart.
Her hips began to bounce. I moved my head back and forth, so it looked like I was making her do it.
My tongue was slick with nectar. Tier pussy was milking it now. I slipped my fingers around to her cunt. I rubbed the sides as I licked the head. She exploded. It wasn't a great orgasm, but I could tell it was a relief for her. It was a break.
The warmth was rapidly drawing my own need into the open. My body was betraying me. I was having a hard time hiding it.
I was rising nicely when the cocks started to explode and spatter us with gobs of their slime. I was almost to the peak when they jerked us apart. They didn't know I'd helped her, but they knew it was helping me.
My stomach knotted with frustration as they dragged her away. The two guards that had untied me threw me back in the cell. I crashed against the wall, bruising my shoulder as I slumped dejectedly to the floor.
The two men picked up the ropes that had been left on the floor from my earlier bondage. They knotted a piece around either wrist and hooked them into rings about shoulder height on opposite walls. They pulled my arms tight. One of the men jerked my leg up and tied the other end of his rope to
my knee.
As soon as he was done, he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me. The second man pulled the other leg high and did the same thing. They let me go. My anus creaked in protest as I bounced and dangled awkwardly in the stretch.
One of them grabbed the lariat and tied it around my waist. He pulled it back until I was swung into an excruciatingly painful sitting position. I was screaming in pain as my arms threatened to pull from their sockets. The muscles in my groin threatened to rip. My ass was suspended just a foot off the ground.
One of the men slid under me. He pulled his freshly stiff cock from his pants and jammed it viciously into my gash. The man behind us began to pull the rope. I swung back and forth, stroking the rigid tool as my body filled with more and more pain.
I'd heard of people being strung up by their thumbs. They died from convulsions in a very few minutes. I could see why. I was suspended by my wrists and was having a hard time breathing. The cords in my neck were bulging. My shoulders were a deep red. My spine felt like it was being torn apart. My cunt could barely feel the cock in it because it hurt so bad. The ropes had cut the circulation off in my hands and they were tingling weirdly.
I felt the piston rubbing back and forth in my cunt. It slid over my joy-knob. It bruised the
bottom of my hole and stretched the sides. It rubbed between the cheeks of my ass.
My arms were useless. I almost lost consciousness before the bastard got his rocks off and cut me down. My chest, shoulders and groin hurt so bad that I wailed when they touched me. I knew they wouldn't leave without my satisfying the other man. I agonized over what the slimy cock-suckers would do to hurt me while the second one did his thing.
It didn't take me long to find out. I was forced to lie on my belly and my arms were pulled behind me. My right wrist was tied to my right ankle. My left wrist was secured to my left ankle. I was hauled off the ground by two ropes. My back strained in cramping nausea as they raised me until I was waist high. My tummy was taut from being forced outward. My boobs dangled below me and my buttocks locked with painful charley horses.
The second guard dropped his pants and shorts to his knees. His fingers dug into my flesh and forced a tunnel open to my rectum. I felt the cock tear into my asshole. It burned bad. My head hung down and collected the blood as it drained from above me. I got a terrible headache, The other guy, the one who'd just fucked me, pulled his limp tool out. Jerking my head up, he forced my mouth open.
They began to swing me back and forth. One cock would be coming out as the other cock was going in. It was painful, but not as bad as the other
position. I could bear it. The new bondage at least centered the pain on the ankles. I would have passed out if it had been on my wrists again.
I rode back and forth on the sadistic cocks. They swung me at different angles, thrilling their heated tools with each sway or jiggle of the ropes. My mind fogged over with pain. I was enduring it, but the fear of being crippled gnawed at me with a new urgency.
The guy who'd stuffed his limp cock in my mouth was having a hard time getting a hard-on. The one in my asshole was roaring hard. The cock in my mouth stretched and bent. It wiggled and slithered around as it slowly swelled and tightened. The other prick zipped back and forth lustily. He enjoyed hurting my painfully dry hole and cramped muscles.
As the cock in my mouth stiffened, it began to go deeper. It slapped my palate and bruised the little do-dad at the back of my mouth. It burned my tongue and bruised my gums. I twisted and thrashed as the agonizing pain in my back consumed my whole body.
I was utterly helpless. I couldn't do a thing to prevent the attack. I couldn't do a thing to ease the pain. All I could do was dangle there and let myself be jabbed by their vicious pricks.
The men moved back a step at either end so they could swing me in a bigger arc. One of the cocks was about to fall out. I went the other way and picked up speed. The cock crashed into me
with the force of a pile driver. The other one came almost out.
The guy fucking my ass bent down. He pulled his belt out of his pants. I didn't know what was going on until he swung the tip of it under me. It caught my flopping boobs. The pain was absolutely incredible. I twitched and twisted in agony. My whole body trembled, giving them an added thrill. I grew lightheaded. I saw flashes of pain and heard a heavy buzzing in my ears. My body turned a pasty white and I almost blacked out.
The man waited until I'd recovered. He wanted me to feel the maximum humiliation when he did it again. The belt caught my right nipple. He timed it so the cock in my mouth was deeply wedged in my throat and I wouldn't be able to bite down. I twisted and twitched in total suffering.
They kept it up. I swung back and forth as they kept beating my knockers to increase my pain and their thrills. I swayed like a pendulum for nearly fifteen minutes. It seemed like a full lifetime to me. I'd given up all hope by the time the cock exploded in my ass. Surprisingly enough, the one in my mouth spurted a few seconds later and I was cut down.
The guards didn't bother undoing me. I was left tethered, resting on my tits and belly. I lay that way for a long time. Finally I found enough strength to work on the bondage. This was the first time they'd left the ropes at all slack. I began to twist my tortured wrists around in an effort to
squeeze past the knots holding them to my ankles. Each movement of my hands sent pain shooting through my arms.
The more I struggled, the more my hopes grew. One thing led to another and I decided to try and escape if I got loose. The pain was almost too much to cope with. The hope of freedom was all that kept me at it. If I could just undo the knots I might be all right. I was sure I'd be able to get my legs to work one way or the other. There wasn't anything to lose. The pain of these tortures couldn't get any worse. I doubted seriously that I'd be able to endure it until the next day anyway. Besides, I had no idea what awaited me after that.
I struggled with the tight knots until my wrists were bleeding before one came free. I must have taken two hours to get the one hand free and work the knots loose on the other. Fifteen minutes later I was completely out of the rope.
I started trying to get my muscles to work. I crawled. I limped. I nearly passed out a dozen times as I forced myself to keep at it. I was weak with hunger and thirst. Every step brought excruciating agony from strained muscles and organs. When I was able to move again, I decided it was time to start on the door. I was in luck. They hadn't locked it. They'd left me in so much pain that escape was supposed to be impossible.
The hall was empty. My stomach began to burn and knot. My mouth was bone-dry and I felt my knees shaking weakly as I worked up my nerve. I
took a deep breath and stepped out of the tiny cell. I tried to run. There wasn't any great surge of energy. I was moving, but it was in a stooped, staggering limp. It wasn't a sprint.
I made it to the wash room. There wasn't any noise inside. I was so thirsty I had to have a drink before going on. I limped in, drank from the faucet until my stomach was on fire and rested for a few minutes. The rest did me good. My heart was still racing and I was breathing hard, but I wasn't shaking any more. I checked the hall. It was clear.
The moans of other girls filled the air. I wanted to free them, but couldn't take the time. The stairs were just a few feet away. I took a big gulp of air and staggered to it.
It was all I could do to drag myself up the steps. I didn't know where I was going. I had no idea what kind of floor plan the building had. I'd only been in a few rooms and hadn't been in too good of condition at the time. I had no idea where the outside doors were or how they were guarded. I thought I knew where the dogs were kept and hoped I was headed away from them. It was a chance I'd have to take.
The stairs ended in a dimly lit corridor. I recognized it as the floor where the guards lived. I could hear them laughing. The laughs were followed with a long whimpering sob from a girl. I was in luck. They were so busy in their quarters that the hall was empty.
The doors all along the passage were shut. My
heart was beating wildly and felt like it was in my throat. I limped away from the guards' area. My luck held. No one came out of the rooms. The laughing grew fainter.
Turning a corner, I came into a brighter hall. Big windows, with long, velvet drapes flanked one side. I could see that it was late afternoon. A door opened down the hall. I dodged behind one of the curtains. There were quiet footsteps. They echoed softly and faded as the man turned a corner.
Peeking out from behind the curtain, I saw a big double door at the far end. It had to be the front door. Did I dare try it? I'd been brought in the back way. I knew there were guards. I'd seen them when I was brought in. I was sure that it would be watched. It was a three-story drop to the courtyard. There were no fire escapes on this side and the windows didn't open.
The door directly in front of the curtain where I was hiding creaked. Two men dragged a whimpering girl of about fifteen out and down the hall. I held my breath and watched through a slit in the cloth panels.
When the girl and the guards had gone, a neatly dressed American stepped out and headed towards the front door. The minute he disappeared, I crossed my fingers and ducked across the hall.
Except for a set of chains hanging from the ceiling, it was a nice hotel-style bedroom. There was a heavy frosted window behind the curtains on one side. I limped nervously across the room.
Millions of questions flashed through my mind. I hoped there would be a fire escape. If there wasn't, then I'd have to use bedsheets or something. What if it wouldn't open? What if I broke the glass?
The only way I'd find out was to move the heavy bolt handle up and go from there. I reached out and grasped it. My hands were weak. They hurt from the strain and tension. I put a lot of weight into it. They cried out in protest before the latch gave.
I heard a squeaking and felt it grind free. I pushed the window open about a foot. All hell broke loose. The room echoed with a shrill alarm. I could hear footsteps racing down the hall.
It was a thirty-foot drop. There wasn't any balcony or fire escape. I tried to force the window open farther. I'd rather die than face any more torture.
The door to the room was thrown open. I managed to get the window open all the way. I tried to clamber out. Strong, brutal hands grabbed me before I could leap.