I woke up slowly. I was hungry and thirsty. My body was so stiff I could hardly move. Each twitch sent flashes of pain through me. The honor of being fucked by the dogs flashed through me. I blushed in shame.
The girls in the other cells must have endured similar punishment. Their tortured moans filtered through the door and added to my own. I had to lie there and listen to it until someone came for me.
When the guard did come, he tried to make me walk. I wouldn't even crawl. I pretended that my anus and legs, hurt so bad I couldn't get them to function. The man carried me. My tummy rested across his shoulders. My ass stuck lewdly in the air and my tits dangled against his back.
I wasn't as frightened now. I feared the pain, but
I was over halfway through my ordeal and knew it. I'd make it on sheer guts if I had to.
The stage was almost the same as it had been the night before. I expected to be spread-eagled and whipped again. It took me by surprise when they wheeled a cruel-looking frame onto stage. I felt a creeping chill shiver through me as the chains rattled.
I was dumped into the arms of the same two men who'd bound me the night before. I was thrown down on the support inside the frame. The board was barely wide enough to support my shoulders. The men jerked my arms and legs out and attached the cuffs. The support was pulled out from under my back and taken away. I was left hanging by all fours in the center.
The men tilted the frame up so I was standing and the audience could see better. One of the men began turning a handle. All four chains began to tighten at the same time. I felt myself being pulled up as the slack was taken out of the chains holding my arms. The leg irons became tight at the same time, but I didn't notice it as much.
As the chains kept tightening, I felt my legs being drawn out and up. By the time my arms were taut, my legs had been pulled into the splits. The tension on my legs was beginning to strain my sore gash. I bit my lips to keep from giving them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.
I expected them to stop when I was tight. They didn't. I felt the pressure on my joints and the
agony of my stretching muscles. I was being drawn and quartered. I was on a pain rack. My head began to roll from side to side as my face turned a bright red. My body was screaming in anguish. My slit and ass were drawn wide open as my flesh tightened. I was sure my arms were going to be torn from my shoulders at any minute. They stopped.
One of the men got a paddle and smashed me across my taut stomach.
"Agh! Ooooh!" I wheezed as the dull ache of the blow was followed by the shrill agony of my frantic jerk.
"She's ready," the men announced to the audience. "We'll pack her for action."
I didn't understand. Whatever was going to happen had the men sitting on the edge of their seats. I knew it would hurt. From deep inside me each new torture brought new strength.
The men filled my cunt with Vaseline. It was uncomfortably sticky. It did soothe my brutalized cut and cunt-lips some. I didn't let on. It took some effort not to show even the little relief the goo gave me, but I managed.
The men backed off, adjusted the frame until it was flat again and lowered it until my ass rested on the floor. A little of the tension was relieved when my arms and legs no longer had to support the rest of me.
My nipples stiffened and thrilled in spite of their brutalized condition. I chewed on my lip, concentrating on the relief from pain. My belly turned to water and the lava of lust flowed through my veins. I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined other fucks and other climaxes. I knew that this was better than any I'd ever had before.
I started to defy my bondage. My hips ignored the shooting pain in my straining thighs and back. I bounced against the cock in spite of it. The men in the audience caught on. They stared at me in disbelief and amazement. They didn't do anything to stop it. They flailed away at their exposed cocks harder than ever.
The bidding was completed quickly and I was carried away. The guards were busy feeling my tits as they supported me. I found the strength returning a little as I tried to use my legs. I was able to stand shakily by the time I was pushed inside the strange room.
My new master was waiting there. He was ready to inflict his own special kind of degradation on me. It was a good thing my legs could support the weight.
The first thing I noticed was the metal pole anchored in the center of the floor. It was almost two inches thick and had a big dildo forced over the end of it. My master walked all the way around me. He pinched my nipples and my ass as I stood
there trembling. Suddenly he grabbed me and forced me to the upright pole.
"Raise your leg, bitch!" he said, with a heavy Mexican accent.
I knew he'd win in the end and hoped to escape the certain punishment a refusal would bring. The man lifted me up and set me down on the big rubber cock. It was small compared to the donkey. My pussy was still full of donkey-cum and had no trouble accepting the make-believe hard-on as I was impaled on it.
It plugged me clear to the bottom of my cunt. I managed to keep from getting hurt on the pinioning spear by standing on my tiptoes.
"No! No, please… " I begged as the man picked up the same kind of cattle-prodder the men had used on me and the dogs that morning.
A trickle of spittle ran from the corner of his mouth as he adjusted a setting on it and put it where I could see it. He quickly removed his clothes and picked the terrifying thing back up. I gripped the metal pole between my legs and held on for dear life. He circled me.
"Uhhh! Oh!" I whimpered as the thing touched my ass. "Ooooh, Jesus!" I groaned as I jerked forward automatically and the dildo stretched and tore at my cunt.
It was a nightmare. No matter how hard I tried not to, I would jerk away from the electrical sting of the disgusting prodder. I tried to understand how someone could be so monstrously cruel, but
couldn't. The cum began to dry and my cunt-walls clung to the rubber. It was like I'd been glued in place. The harder the slime got, the worse it pulled and tugged at my sensitive insides.
He didn't stop until I was so exhausted I couldn't hold myself up any longer. He didn't stop until I slumped over. I braced myself on the strong, front muscles of my cunt and dangled hopelessly with my boobs and hair extended towards the floor. My hands were too weak to right myself. They slipped vainly on the pole. He could have fucked me with a basketball and I would have been able to take it.
My tormentor set the cattle-prodder aside. He grabbed the hair on top of my head. He pulled my face up so he could see the agony that twisted it. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the post. He threw me like bundle of dirty laundry. I flopped on the floor.
"Crawl, slut-kiss my feet and beg me to shove a cock in your ass!"
I curled into a ball and lay there shaking. He picked up the cattle-prodder again. I started to roll over and get on my knees. I wasn't fast enough. The electric stick hit my sagging snatch. I jerked onto all fours and scooted away in desperation.
He hit me again. I crawled. I rolled. I scooted. I slithered. It was all in a vain attempt to get away from the merciless attack. I wanted to run away. I wanted to defend myself, but I was helpless and exhausted. I was totally at his mercy.
He backed me into a corner and then walked to the other side of the room.
"Crawl, you filthy, useless pig. Crawl to me on your hands and knees. Beg for the privilege of being sodomized by a real man."
My mind and pride cried out to resist. I was a woman. I was a human. I had rights. I shouldn't have to crawl and grovel like a dog-especially not to be further abused and humiliated. My body had given up. I was afraid my heart would give out if he hit me with that prodder again.
I crawled to him. I kept my head down and my eyes on the floor. I felt my boobs bouncing painfully from my chest. I felt the burning agony of my open, dry cunt as my ass swayed back and forth like a cow's. My matted, tangled and frizzled hair hung in my eyes and acted like blinders as I worked my way to him.
"Kiss my feet!"
I lowered myself slowly, trying to push the rebellion out of my mind. His feet stunk. I kissed both of them.
"Now my ass-with your tongue!"
I raised up. The man turned around, bent over and spread his cheeks. I looked at his hairy shit-hole. It was dirty. It smelled. His balls hung in view. I gritted my teeth, and forced myself to do it.
Grinning triumphantly, he turned. Spitting in my face, he demanded that I beg to be fucked in the asshole.
"Please… " I whispered. "Please ram your cock up my ass.
"Louder!"
"Please… " I choked. "Please ram your cock up my ass.
"Louder!"
"Please screw me in the butt!" I cried hoarsely.
"Describe what you want me to do," he chuck led.
"I. I want you to go fuck yourself!" I sobbed defiantly.
A foot caught me squarely in the breast. He kicked me again in the ribs. He smashed his foot into my stomach, my twat, my arms and my legs.
"Describe what you want me to do," he growled.
"Please sir, please stick your cock against my little asshole. Push your big dick clear to the bottom. Ram it back and forth until I have the honor of pleasing you," I sobbed hopelessly.
"That's better, pig," the man laughed. "Suck on my pecker first."
Every muscle in my body burned and shook from the brutal stomping he'd just given me. I struggled desperately. Finally I got to my hands and knees. I braced myself against him and pulled myself up a little. Resting against his legs, I hugged his ass and lifted myself into position.
I'd never been so completely humbled. I'd had to crawl, beg and now use every ounce of strength I could muster to commit an act of love with a
man I despised.
I pushed my filthy red hair out of my face. My arms were shaking. I was weaving back and forth weakly. It took one hell of a big effort to clear the pain fog away and open my mouth enough to stick his roaring-hard cock in.
The cock tasted salty against my dry tongue. It took several seconds before his juices made up for the saliva that should have been there. I don't know how he could have enjoyed it. My lips were dry and cracked instead of soft. My tongue was swollen so big that he couldn't get the penetration he wanted. I was too weak to move well.
I let his cock run in and out and awkwardly tried to move my tongue around. He got so impatient that lie jabbed me hard. The cock forced its way to the back of my mouth. Buzzing lights swam in front of me and I collapsed.
The man didn't have any mercy. He rolled me onto my stomach and dragged my ass into the air. I felt his meat press against my cum-crusted asshole. I heard my own whimpering as he drove his prick into my raw hole.
I felt the loud smack of his hand as it crashed into my hips. It seemed so unreal. It took a long time for the warm burning sensation to come from my reddened skin and tell me that it hurt. He let go of my ass and followed me forward as I slid along on my face and tits. He locked his legs on the outside of mine. I could feel his shaft rubbing my bruised buttocks and crack.
He fucked me in the most brutal way he could. He made sure I felt every degrading jolt. He slammed his pelvis into my ass as hard as he could. I felt his burning dick filing the crusted jism from my hole. I felt it pound deep inside me as my belly smacked the concrete loudly. I felt the sharp jolts of my hip and pelvic bones grating against the floor.
He rested all of his weight on my back. My tits were mashed cruelly under me. He pulled my ass into the air. He poised himself and smashed down. My hips cracked viciously into the cold, hard surface and made me moan in agony.
I lay helplessly beneath him. I was too weak to struggle and in too much pain to think of anything else. Again and again he hammered me into the deck. I could feel the excitement in his strong legs. I could feel the thrill in his balls as they rested against my thighs. I wanted to get his delicate nuts between my aching legs and crush them so bad I could taste it. My fear of him was too great.
The excitement was growing inside him. He'd paid good money for the privilege of making me suffer. He was getting his money's worth. He stopped trying to punish me. The thrill of need took over. His strokes became longer and longer. The slick shaft was speeding back and forth, faster and faster. His balls were smacking my thighs with more urgency.
The man rested all his weight on my back again
and his cock became a blur of motion. His cock was going in and out of my asshole with such speed that my numb mind couldn't keep track of it. I felt his rod expand and shoot. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was sure it was over. He pulled out and got up. His cum began to run from my asshole and drip into my yawning cunt.
My mind reeled as he reached under me. Grabbing one of my tits, he rolled me over. He wasn't done. He wiped his shit-covered dick off in my hair. He pressed my bruised boobs together and straddled my stomach, then pressed his limp meat between them and began to stretch it hard again. He kept working until his cock was semi-erect. I tried to protest. All I could do was moan.
He got up. Reaching to my cum-covered cunt, he grabbed me by my pussy hair and lifted me clear off the floor before dropping me. New pain flashed and swelled inside, adding to the agony already there.
The man stood over me and began to jack his dick. I stared at him numbly. He couldn't possibly hurt me worse now. There was nothing left that could make me feel more pain-or was there?
He turned his back on me for a minute. When he turned around, I took one look at his cock and screamed until I couldn't force another sound from my tortured throat. I don't know where my strength came from. I found enough to scoot to the farthest corner of the room and cower there.
The man had strapped a big, rough leather sleeve
over his pecker. It was studded with shiny brass beads. Not the kind that would rip the flesh and draw blood, but the kind that would add another dimension to the pain I had already suffered.
The sleeve was heavy and made the rigid dick droop and sway as he came for me. His eyes were unnaturally bright. He was drooling. His face was twisted in pure lust. He grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me to the center of the room. I was twisting and clawing at the floor in an effort to get away.
The minute he released my ankle, I used every ounce of strength and will power I had left. I staggered to my feet and stumbled to the wall. He lunged after me. I scooted crablike along the length of it. He walked slowly after me. My fear and terror were making him hotter and hotter. He kept it up until my legs finally gave out and I crumpled in the corner again.
My tormentor grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back to the center of the room. He knelt by my face and twisted my hair until I opened my eyes and looked at the thing he was going to ram inside me. It was bulky. It made his dick almost as big as the donkey's. The rough side of the leather was on the outside. The brass studs would probe without tearing, but I could image the pain they would cause. It would take a long time for him to come because only the head of his meat could feel the insides of my cunt.
He laughed. I tried to pinch my legs together. He
drove his knee between them. He aimed his sadistic tool and drove it home. The rough leather was like sandpaper. It grated and pulled. It burned and bruised. I writhed in agony.
The dry tool drove back and forth in my barely damp slit. The cum that dribbled from my asshole was the only lubricant. There wasn't much of it. The pain was indescribable. The bastard took his time. He pushed back and forth very slowly. He made sure that I felt every ounce of the punishment he was meting out.
I was actually glad that I'd been raped by the donkey and tortured on that post an hour or so earlier. I wouldn't have been able to stand the pain caused by the leather-coated shaft if my cunt had been any tighter.
It seemed like hours before the filthy, sadistic son of a bitch began to speed up. My twat was on fire. My head rolled from side to side, nonstop. I stretched my legs as wide as they'd go to make my twat looser. I kept my legs flat against the floor in an effort to make my cunt as deep as I could. I didn't like giving him that much more of my tender hole to rub. But it was the only way. I didn't want him driving the rugged edges of that devilish thing into my uterus.
My stomach was knotted with cramps as the pain continued forever. My insides felt like they'd been ground into hash by the tiny knobs. My clit had most of the skin worn away, as did my cunt-lips. The rear edges caught and tore at my
pussy hair. There was no let-up.
After an eternity, when even the edge of that brutal pain had dulled, he began to hurry. His half-hidden cock-head was hot. He was drooling now. The leather sleeve was getting wet. He was hurting me again. He was fucking with more force.
He stopped concentrating on the agony reflected in my face. He still rested his weight on my tits and tummy. His hips began to gyrate. His pubic bone began to slap and crash against mine. New moans swelled up in my throat as the painful thrusts became a blur.
My pussy lapped up his lubricant hungrily. The sore walls of my cunt grew slick again. The sleeve became wet enough for it to stop hurting. Only the brads kept hurting.
My snatch warmed when the roughness disappeared. It grew moist from the friction on its own. I managed to unleash a little of my own nectar. The pain stopped. The humiliation remained.
The man fucked faster and faster. His cock roared in and snapped back. In and out-in and out-harder and harder. His balls bounced against my ass. His thighs trembled. He was sweating. The sweat dripped off him and ran in salty paths across my abused body.
Then he was coming. He knifed back and forth with incredible speed. My ass slapped the floor and absorbed the brutal shock of his weight. I felt my pussy fill with his jism. At last, he pulled free.