All hope was drained from me. I was quickly removed from the room and taken back to a special cell. One guy held me while the other used his fists.
The blows started low. The first one caught me just above the pubic hair. They pulverized me. The man worked his way leisurely up my stomach. The air was hammered out. My stomach felt like it had been tenderized with a sledgehammer. The man didn't stop until I was dangling in the other's arms, only semiconscious.
The men dumped me against a post in the center of the room. They put iron cuffs on my wrists and fastened them to a ring above my head. A lead pipe with a ring on each end was placed between my shoulders and the back of my neck. It was tied loosely in place by cords.
"We'll teach you to try and run out on us!" one of the men chuckled.
They tied a piece of rope around each knee and drew them up to the rings on the ends of the pipe. My pussy was completely exposed and resting on the cold floor. The chain holding my arms was tightened until I was dangling six inches off the floor.
A man grinned viciously. He pulled a Coke bottle out of his jacket and held it against my twat. I was lowered on it. I felt the big bottle going deeper and deeper. It was like being fucked by the donkey. My cunt-flaps and clit were driven inside as the delicate flesh stretched beyond endurance.
The mouth of the bottle began to press painfully against the back of my twat. I was racked with cramps. My snatch sank lower and lower, until almost the whole bottle was inside. I was resting all of my weight on it. The men gave me just enough slack to sink the rest of the way to the floor. Laughing at me, they left.
The muscles of my legs cramped. I jerked with occasional spasms. The bar behind my head pressed painfully against my neck. The weight of my legs made it hurt like hell. My cunt was full of bottle. It hurt my insides so bad it took my breath away.
I hung that way for an eternity. Every tremor, every cramp, every twitch, sent excruciating fire carousing through me. I couldn't do anything that didn't make it hurt worse. I was in too much pain
to sleep and not quite enough to pass out.
By the time I was unchained, my cunt was resting on the floor and had all of the bottle wedged inside me. It was so far in that the men had trouble getting their fingers on either of it to pull it out.
When the bottle popped free, they jerked me to my feet. I screamed and crumpled to my knees. They pulled me up again. It felt like they'd poured boiling water into my stretched snatch. My legs were like rubber. They grabbed me under each arm and dragged me down the hall to the theater.
I was brought onto a stage and my hands were cuffed behind my back. I heard the grating clank and rattle of the chain being lowered. My legs gave out and I fell to my knees. My arms were jerked painfully and my shoulders started to turn red from the strain as they hooked the cuffs to the chain.
The men spread my legs and chained my ankles to the floor. As long as I stayed absolutely still, my arms didn't hurt too bad. The minute I twisted in any direction, my knees left the floor and I nearly dislocated my arms at the shoulders.
I didn't have time to think about it. The man started driving my head up and down at a cruel speed. My tongue felt like it was being ripped out of my mouth. My throat was bruised. My teeth felt like they were about to be knocked out. My shoulders ached. The agony from that end was getting so bad I barely noticed it when the cock popped out and he went away.
The bastard started to make me swing back and forth. The pain grew in my arms until I started twitching and trembling at the point of convulsions. I almost passed out. Then he emptied his big dong in my throat. His goo squished out around the head of the big prick. It spurted into my sinuses. It dribbled from my mouth and nose. It dripped across my chin, onto his legs.
I swallowed and swallowed in an effort to clear my throat so I could breathe. He seemed to have an unlimited supply of spunk. I almost drowned in it before he was finished. I was gasping and choking when he finally let go of my tortured scalp and got up.
The audience started their bidding while I hung there, open-mouthed, with jism dripping to the floor below my face. The humiliation of having been reduced to such a base level filled me with nearly as much pain as the torture.
The two women were right in the middle of the bidding. The audience was wild. The guy taking the
bids finally arranged for them to have a round with me. I had to go with the highest bidder first. They got me when he was done. I was unchained and dragged to a special room for the start. Tonight would be twice as painful as the others.
When we were alone, the man who'd bought me for a few hours, stripped. He snatched me by the hair and dragged me to a bench. Grabbing me by what little hair I still had on my twat, he jerked me to my feet. My arms were still useless and I couldn't defend myself.
I didn't recognize the two contraptions at first. When he started to twist the handles and open them, I figured it out and really panicked.
"Nooo-please don't! Please! Don't do that to me! Please!" I babbled.
He laughed and shoved each of my tits into a wood vise of its own. Leaning against my back to keep me from pulling away, he started screwing them tight.
I felt the screw at the bottom turning. The wood pressed in. It began to mash my boobs. The pressure increased. Part of the soft, fatty glands oozed over the top. My nipples pointed out the front and dribbled in fright.
The vise squeezed them harder and harder. The pain swelled. Beads of cold sweat popped out on my forehead and I sobbed and begged for mercy. I offered to lick his asshole-inside and all. I'd do anything if he'd just stop.
When he was satisfied that I was in sufficient pain and couldn't pull free, he started on what he called a face wrap. My head was to be a spool of rough cord. The first loop fit in my mouth and jerked until it pulled my lips back almost to my ears. It held my mouth like a vicious gag. Then loop after loop was wrapped around my head. It burned and cut into my cheeks. It mashed my ears and nose. It forced my eyes shut so I couldn't see anything. It made it difficult to breathe.
Up until that time I'd at least been able to see what was planned for me. Now it was even worse. The suspense really got to me. I was being held up by shaky legs and the hideous vises biting into my boobs. I was having a hard time hearing. My rasping breath echoed inside my head. All I could do was make funny animal whimpers.
"If you fight, slut, you'll tear your tits off," the man said loud enough for it to get past the ropes and to my burning ears.
The fear of the unknown welled up. I began to shake with fright. I felt my arms being twisted behind my head. The minute they were securely hooked, I felt the bruising sting of a rubber hose on my ribs. It bruised the spot under my arms where my tits started. I jerked.
My whole chest filled with a sickening ache. He'd been right. I almost ripped my jugs off. He hit me again. This time I managed to keep from moving. He hit my unprotected back. He hit my
ass. He slapped the hose between my legs. He brought it down across my arms, my thighs and calves until my legs gave out and I was hanging by my knockers.
When he'd hurt me enough to give him a roaring hard-on, he pulled me to my feet and unscrewed the two vises. The last thing I remembered before passing out was his cock drooling against my burning back.
I couldn't have been out for more than a couple of minutes. I don't think he even cared. When I became aware of what had happened, I felt terrific, shooting pains in my groin. I was doing the splits. All of my weight was suspended on my outstretched legs. The only thing keeping me upright was a rope tied into what little hair had escaped the tight wrap on top of my head.
The man's stiff boner slid easily into my twat. I don't know whether he was lying on a cot or on the floor. But he filled my cunt and began pulling on my nearly dislocated thighs. I choked and screeched in agony. The sounds came out garbled and incoherent because of the rough ropes filling my mouth.
The man laughed happily and jerked down some more. He pinched my little cunt and jerked me up and down by it. He pinched my aching tits and twisted my sore nipples. I felt myself growing clammy again and almost passed out.
It felt like my insides were going to spill out at
any second. He made my body twitch, twist and bounce up and down. He made me suffer through a thousand hells before he was ready to really stick it to me.
I don't know how he had my legs tied or stretched. The man got out from under me and released the ropes. I spun by the few strands of hair still tied to the rope for a second and then crashed onto the floor. The relief was worth the bruising jolt as I hit. I ignored his maniacal laughter and forced my legs slowly back into their normal positions.
The man pounced on me then and fucked me in the missionary position. I felt him between my legs. I felt his heavy weight even though I couldn't see him. I heard his excited panting. His cock swam in my oversized twat. It slapped against the loose walls and bruised my sore cunt and cunt-lips. I'd never realized that such sadistic beasts existed.
The drooling cock roared back and forth. It slid the length of my split. It rubbed across my pee-hole. It sucked my twat-gaskets back and forth and slid against the nearly hairless pads on either side of my split. It hurt my clitoris and banged into my cervix.
The rough pounding of his hips slapping mine echoed inside my head. The regular jolting tattoo of my ass hammering against the floor jarred and grated on my nerves. The weight of his chest crushing my swollen, tender boobs wrang moan
after moan from my twisted, strained lips.
My face felt swollen, Part of it felt numb and part of it was on fire. The feeling was starting to come back into my arms and the pain was excruciating. Every thrust of his cock in my tortured cunt-hole sent sharp flashes through the crotch muscles which had been so severely strained. The man made sure it kept hurting. He jerked forward, trying to stretch my already elephant-size cunt. He bounced and rolled harder than ever on my jugs.
Each new shiver excited him more. Each new moan made him jerk harder. He'd do anything to drain another ounce of pain from my exhausted body.
He saved the cruelest for last. I was too weak to really do much of anything. He rolled over and pulled me on top.
"You fuck me, maggot. You wiggle your twat up and down on my big cock and make it come-or I make you do the splits again.
I tried to move my hips up and down. It hurt. I rested for a few seconds. He pinched one of my nipples in each hand and began to pull. My hips began to move. The pain in my jugs was far worse than the pain or tiredness in the rest of my body. I started grinding my ass up and down. I have no idea where I found the strength it was just there when I needed it.
At least he couldn't try and tear me apart with his
cock and he wasn't crushing me with his weight. The humiliation of helping to bring the rotten bastard pleasure seared through my soul. That was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. I didn't want his cock in my cunt. I didn't want to be fucked. It was even more degrading to fuck him.
My asshole popped and my box slurped as I rolled my hips up and down on his heated shaft. My nipples ached with unimaginable pain. My mind seemed to float free from my body. It was like looking at myself on a movie screen. I knew I couldn't really see anything because of the rope on my face. I thought I was losing my mind, but the image of my tormented body was there. I could see the bruises and rope-wrapped face, grinding tiredly away on top of my master.
I watched myself struggle to keep up the pace. I saw him pinch my nipples as new pain caroused through my abused flesh. I struggled to speed up, but couldn't. I was going as fast as I could. The man hurt me until my mind was spinning. Nothing he did brought more speed.
He gave up and rolled back over. He slammed me down and crashed on top of my abused body. He began to pulverize me with his hips. The bruising jolts rippled through me as his cock slammed in and out of my cunt. He hit bottom with lusty blows and bounced back. His cock came out of my hole. It slammed into my crack. It bruised my burning cunt-lips and raw clit. He
dragged it roughly down and ground through me again.
I didn't know he'd shot his wad until I felt his hot juice dribbling between my aching cunt and bottom. He got off me. Laughing happily, he began to jerk the cord off my face. Each twist of his arm brought whimpering squeals from my throat. It burned my flesh. It was worse than if he'd left it in place.
My head was on fire. My vision was still screwed up when he left. I knew the women still had their turn, and I wanted to die rather than face them. I struggled insanely to my feet and reeled around the room before collapsing to the floor again.
The door opened and a man came in. I felt his hands on my arms.
I recognized the gentler touch. I struggled until my eyes focused. It was Pedro. He didn't try to hurt me as he dragged me out. No one would have known that he wasn't though. I whimpered and moaned without being able to stop. I was in too much pain to do anything else.
Pedro dragged me down the hall and into a steam room. It had been ordered by the ladies; he told me. They wanted me cleaned up and perfumed for them. He warned me not get my hopes up. Their tortures were much more subtle.
The man lifted me into a warm whirlpool bath. He began to scrub me down. The pain and aching fire in my body eased under the swirling warmth
and his gentle fingers. I knew the man didn't care a hoot about me. He wouldn't ever chance anything that might get him in trouble, but at the moment no one was hurting me. My earlier blow-jab was paying off.
I felt him rub the fragrant soap aver my tits. He worked on my nipples for a few minutes, trying to get the swelling to go down. He worked on my belly and back. He washed all the filth from my cunt and ass. He wrapped my face in hot and cold towels to get the angry rope marks to disappear. Then he helped me out. He lifted me onto a table and got ready to give me a rub-down.
The man inserted a cordless, internal vibrator into my twat. He had me pinch my legs together as the soothing thrills worked their magic. He rubbed as much of the strain and agony from my shoulders and arms as he could. He got some of the kinks out of my neck and legs. He soothed my ass and back.
He took the massager out of my quim and laid it aside. He put ice bags on my boobs to get rid of more swelling. He started massaging my cunt. His fingers were magical. There wasn't any way to get all the aches to go away. He did take care of a lot of them.
The man took the ice bags away from my tits and inserted a special one in my cunt. The ice burned, but wasn't unbearable when I knew the results would bring relief I asked him why they were letting him do this. He said they wanted me
in decent shape for what they had planned. I could tell by the way he kept checking the door that he was doing more than he'd been ordered.
He positioned heat lamps in spots that would do the most good. The man began to use a strong massage unit on me-after the rub-down. By the time he was done, he had me feeling almost human again.
He let me get up and walk around for a few minutes. He gave me a glass of wine and some mush to eat. He'd worked on me for more than two hours. He was satisfied that I was ready for the women.
I was scared. I wanted to prolong my stay with him as long as I could. My mind fought desperately for a solution. He was ready to lead me to the women's room. The only thing I could think of to delay it, was going down on him again.
Without asking permission, I dropped to my knees. He grinned and unzipped his fly. This was obviously part of the reason he'd been kind to me. That didn't make me mad. It was a way to rest for a few more minutes.
My lips were still puffy and sore from the tight ropes. It took an effort to get my mouth open. I got his cock-head between my teeth and clamped gently down. I stretched his cock out as I nibbled on its crimson face. The soft tool tasted nice and his crotch smelled good. My own body had been scented. It was warm and as nearly pain free as it
had been since my arrival here. I rubbed his satin cock-flesh with my tongue and gummed it.
Pedro thrilled to the attention. It only took seconds for the spear to stiffen and stand at strict attention. I was exhausted but began to suck and nibble his prick. The man stroked my hair lightly, guiding my efforts.
I felt his cock-nectar drip onto my tongue. It left a light, salty trail as I began to move my head back and forth. The heat swelled through his crotch, warming and caressing my face. I tried to deep-throat him and found that I was too sore.
He didn't seem to mind. It was enough of a thrill just to have my warm, wet mouth wrapped around his hard-on. I felt strangely guilty over not being able to take his cock into my mouth all the way. I tried everything I could think of to make up for it.
Ignoring the pain in my jaws, I wiggled them. I made my tongue do all kinds of tricks. I sucked and blew like I'd never done before. I wrapped my arms around his ass for support. His pants slid to his knees and I could feel his hairy butt against my hands and arms.
The man's ass was tightening by itself now. He was coming along nicely. I was defeating my primary purpose. I would have to go to the women when I made him come. I was going too damned fast. I slowed down. He wasn't in any great hurry for me to finish. I let his cock come out of my mouth. I held it up and licked it like an ice-cream
cone. I tickled it under the crown. I sucked his hairy balls into my mouth and teased them for a couple of minutes. Sensing that I'd delayed as long as I dared, I gobbled his cock into my mouth again.
His tool was blushing. It was so hard it was bowed in the center. Its hole was open and popping as it disappeared from sight. It was so hot it almost burned my tongue. I reached his nuts with one hand and toyed with them awkwardly as I kept my other one on his ass for support.
I could feel his balls shivering against my soft palm. His thighs were like steel and his ass was locked with thrilling readiness. I knew it was only a matter of seconds. I gave up trying to stall. He deserved a good climax. I was secretly afraid that he was like the rest of the men. I was afraid he would force me.
My lips locked around his erect prick like a virgin cunt. I began to bob my head back and forth as fast as I could. His balls began to leap and bounce in my hand. His ass began to move back and forth in an uncontrollable effort to fuck my face. His hands laced through my hair and began to squeeze firmly as he guided my head.
It was working. He was getting ready to empty his load. He was having fun and he wasn't hurting me. I slapped his shaft with my tongue and it began to swell. This time he kept his rod in my mouth and I drank his cum. It gushed into my mouth and ran in big gooey rivers down my throat.
I didn't fight it. I let it go down and sucked his balls as dry as I could.
He zipped his fly back up, gave me a handkerchief to wipe my lips and helped me to my feet. The few minutes of relief were coming to an end and I knew it. He reached to a shelf and got a brush down. He took fifteen minutes to get the tangles, rats and knots out of my reddish hair and give it a little luster. He put the brush up and directed me to the next customers' bedroom. I shook with fear. I would have given anything not to go.