Walter Collins

Tijuana slut

CHAPTER ONE

The drug had worked well. I was too far gone to panic or fight back.

"She ready?" John asked.

"I think so. Pinch her tit."

I felt the pressure of John's fingers on my boob. It felt like he was pinching a balloon. It didn't hurt.

"All right-you want to see what you're buying?" John asked, standing up.

"What's the slut's name?" the Mexican asked.

"Melody Hart," John said.

I was in a dazed fog as they pulled me off the couch and flopped me onto the long, heavy coffee table. My blouse was pushed up until it bunched under my arms. The bra was stretched and pulled until my boobs fell out and spread across my ribs. The band snapped back. I felt the round jugs jerk.

They rose in steep cones from the pressure.

One of them tweaked my tiny, pink nipples. Hands probed the fatty part of my tits.

My skirt was pushed up and spread over my tummy. I was too weak and sleepy to stop them. I felt my panties and hose being turned inside out. My red-haired snatch was bared. I was aware of my underthings being worked past my knees. I Pied to keep my legs locked together. They wouldn't respond.

Rough fingers spread, the cheeks of my ass as I was rolled onto my belly. I felt a tug on my slip and knew he was wiping his finger clean on it.

I was rolled back over. The two men callously gave me a pelvic exam. The coolness of the room chilled my cunt as they spread my pussy-lips wide. They forced the skin covering my clit back. I felt them pinch the poor little joy-button. They jerked my cunt-flaps apart and examined my pee-hole.

I had been so happy with John's eight-inch cock. It meant that he had an extra two inches of fire to burn my cunt on the way back and forth. I'd thought it was a good sign. In fact, I had been so infatuated with his cock I'd agreed to go across the border to Tijuana for the weekend without asking any questions.

We hadn't known each other for more than a singe night. John had picked me up at a football rally Thursday night. He introduced himself by commenting on how pretty my name was. The next thing I knew, he had his hand under my coat

and was squeezing my knockers.

There was no way you could call me a virgin. As a nineteen-year-old co-ed, I'd bounced on my share of hard-ons. I had even had my ass pounded into the sand at one of the beaches and done a sixty-nine in a bedroll.

The chemistry was right between John and me from the start. We left the rally early. I went to his apartment with him. He unlocked the door and ushered me in. I had no will of my own. It was like my mom and dad, in Beverly Hills, hadn't taught me anything. College didn't matter any more. In less than a day I started to change my mind about being a writer. I started thinking about dropping out of school. I knew it was wrong, but he had that effect on me. I trusted him. Without knowing a thing about the man, I trusted him.

John shut the door behind us. He pulled me into his arms and ran his hands under the jacket. I shivered as his fingers traced my spine. His hands drew along my sides. I shivered again. They rode over the sides of my tits. I could feel my nipples stiffen and try to burn through the cups of my bra. John's hands didn't linger. They continued up. They caressed the balls of my shoulders. The coat fell from my arms.

It landed on the floor behind me. It was expensive and I should have cared, but I didn't. His mouth mashed against mine. His firm lips forced mine open. His aftershave lotion blended nicely with my perfume. His mouth tasted clean and fresh

as I explored it with my tongue. His licker flicked across my teeth, examining and tasting each in turn.

My boobs were mashed against his chest and I could feel the bulge in his pants against my tummy. His hands weren't idle. They stroked my long, red hair. He spent a short time getting used to the gentle firmness of my back and then wandered to my bottom.

I thrilled as his big paws massaged my ass. He was very forward in his approach. The nylon of my pantyhose rustled crisply against the lace of my half-slip as my skirt slid under his hands.

The dark-blue, knit fabric bunched easily under his fingers. I felt the breezy caress as it rode higher and higher, exposing my rounded butt. I found myself regretting that I'd bothered with hose at all. He held the skirt and slip up with one hand. His other explored the lush curves.

I shivered and felt my pussy growing moist. He traced the wavy seam of the cinnamon garment. He was a pro. I was ready to pee myself and I hadn't been alone with him for more than five minutes.

His hands left my ass. My skirt fell back in place. His tongue shot clear to the back of my mouth. I was breathing like I had just run the mile. His hot breath was smooth and even. The hard bulge pressing against my belly was the only sign that he wasn't in complete control.

His fingers started on the buttons at the back of my blouse. They came open smoothly. My top

loosened as he pinched each one from its hole. Within seconds he had the last one undone. I dropped my arms and pulled back far enough he could get it down. Like the coat, it ended up on the floor. My mother would have died. My clothes were nice. At that moment, I could have cared less.

The lights were on. My freckles showed plainly against the paleness of my shoulders. My pink nipples blushed through the transparent lace of the halter. He didn't pay any attention. He drew me back to him. His lips locked over mine again and his hands slid over my back. His fingers hooked the elastic band at the center.

John wasn't any novice. He pinched the single hook loose with one hand. My boobs stayed in the cups because they were mashed against his chest. He flicked the straps off my shoulders with a careless twitch of his fingers.

Without breaking our kiss, he eased back. He pried my arms from their hug and my bra fell to the floor. I felt my ripe tits strain from the weight of their new-found freedom. My nipples were already rock-hard. The tension of their need was drawing the soft flesh around them taut.

One hand cupped a lush tit. His other drew my tummy against his crotch. I meowed. His tongue never missed a lick as his fingers started to knead my boob. I didn't understand or question how he could be so cool and calm. At the moment I was too hot to think. I was too naive to even consider the possibility that he was a procurer for a

white-slave ring.

The lava in my belly was bubbling. My tits were throbbing. The crotch of my panties was wet with juice. The cheeks of my ass were locked tightly together and my knees were wobbly. My back was breaking out in goosebumps wherever his fingers brushed. I was his.

I was lightheaded long before he broke off our kiss. He led me to the couch and pulled me down beside him.

"You have the smallest, palest nipples I've ever seen," he smiled. "God, but they're beautiful."

I blushed in pride.

"Baby, I'm gonna eat your red-headed cunt. I'm gonna fuck your little hole till all you can think of is my eight inches of meat. You're gonna get your cookies off so many times that you won't think of anything else."

I wiggled expectantly. He lowered his mouth to my swollen jug. My hard-lipped nipple shot between his teeth as he sucked. Bolts of lightning flashed through me. He rolled the pink pap between his lips. He nibbled on it. He flailed it with his tongue.

His hands slid under my skirt. They pushed the silky material of my slip back as they ran along the inside of my thigh. I couldn't stop a shaky whimper as they brushed my hidden vee and caressed my tummy. I wanted to get a hand on his hard-on but it was put of reach.

He was a strange man-so cool, so professional.

He was an artist. He was in complete command. I couldn't impose my will on him. I was his" to do with as he saw fit. I'd never been so completely dominated by a man. I'd never seen a man that could be so calm while working on my body. It was like he could will his response.

His hands found the top of my pantyhose. They stretched it out and began to turn them inside out. I raised my ass, making a mental note to find out how he managed to get the damned thing off more easily than I could.

He stopped nibbling and thrilling my tit for a second. Raising up, he slid his well-manicured fingers under the transparent mesh. The garment slid down both legs at the same time.

His eyes gazed hotly at the white of my panties. My snatch trembled at the wicked, lusty way they bored through the airy material. It seemed like he had X-ray vision. Growing up in the heart of movie land, and having money, I'd known a lot of sophisticated men, but John was unbelievable.

I arched my hips again. He hooked my skirt and half-slip and pulled them off. I lay there dressed in my skimpy panties. The juice bubbled through the double layer of rayon and embarrassed me.

His fingers sent chills trickling through my legs as he traced the leg bands. My tummy bounced as his fingers followed the top around. His legs slid gently up the inside of my thigh. My legs shot wide open for him. His finger traced the underside of my ass. He tucked the tight bands into the crack.

The tight elastic pulled my little split open. The juice dribbled out of my hole like a dyer. It ran along the delicate gulley and pooled on top of my asshole.

He took my hand and guided it between my own legs. My middle finger was resting on top of my cunt.

"Tickle your cunt while I get ready to plug you," he commanded, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt.

I did what he wanted. I'd never played with my pussy in front of someone before. I felt wicked and excitingly depraved. My finger made the soggy cloth slide over the rubbery membranes in the center of my wet crack.

John was so handsome. He had the face of a movie star. His body was muscular and tan. His chest was covered with black curls. I watched anxiously as he undid his belt. Excitement gripped my belly as he flicked open the catch at the top of his slacks. My clit began to vibrate as he ran his fly down. My pink cunt-petals swelled as he dropped his pants and shorts in an easy, graceful movement.

He hadn't been kidding when he said he had an eight-inch cock. It sprang free from the confining clothes and jutted lewdly. Its perfectly formed, crimson knob bounced hungrily. It seemed to be searching for its prey. It looked the situation over like a cobra.

His mammoth balls hung, fully extended, below his gorgeous prick. I couldn't wait to get my mouth around his meat. I wanted to taste his cock.

I wanted to feel his strength and heat in my mouth. I wanted to run my tongue over his smooth meat. I wanted to smell his body and thrill to his need. I wanted to make his rigid tool drool like my twat.

The man had the same idea. He pulled me off the sofa. His fingers snagged the waistband of my panties and slid them to my knees. I stooped. My boobs hung, jiggling like jelly, as I pushed the underthings over my knees.

I trembled in desire as he drew me to him for a long kiss. My soft tits pancaked against his strong ribs. I tilted my head up, searching for his waiting lips. His hard-on slid up my belly and threatened to leave an eight-inch blister from belly button to ribs.

He lowered as easily onto the soft shag carpet. He pushed me onto my back. Breaking off our kiss, he twisted around. My hand snaked out and grabbed that god-like prick as it came towards my face.

I didn't need an invitation to guide it against my lips. I needed his cock in my mouth like I'd never needed anything before. This was better than any fantasy I'd ever had. It was better than taking on the entire crew of an aircraft carrier. It was better than sneaking into the locker room of the San Diego Chargers.

His hard cock tasted hot and salty. He smelled of need. His hairy thighs brushed my soft cheeks. I wrapped my arms around the small of his back

and began to force him lower and lower.

The rigid prick slid along my tongue. Its cushiony crown thrilled along the roof of my mouth until it reached the back. I tilted my head enough to allow his cock to penetrate my throat.

His slime began to leave a trail along my windpipe as his rod filled me deeper and deeper. I sucked in. I moved my tongue from side to side as best I could. Then I let his prick come out.

I tightened my lips around his cock-shaft and gummed his burgeoning prick. I nibbled and gnawed as he got ready to fill my mouth again. I trembled as his cock sank home. His balls rested on my cheek for a second time.

He lowered his head into position between my legs. The muscles in my legs rippled and tensed like a dancer's. His wet tongue thrilled from the top of my gash to my cowled cunt.

The thrills were delicious. He didn't have to draw the little hood back to expose my joy-switch. My clit swelled and shot into the open. He wormed a hand into position and began to rub the sides of my pleasure center while the tongue played tic-tac-toe on its exposed head.

I felt new rivers of nectar racing from my cunt. The fingers from his right hand dipped between the bloated petals of my snatch. They pushed the pink, crinkled flaps aside and dipped deep into my crimson well.

My sticky cunt-lips clung to his nose as he worked on my cunt with his tongue. My butt shook

with ecstasy. His little finger wormed between the lush cheeks and poked against my tight asshole.

His hard-on slid into my throat. His balls hit my nose. A nut fell to either side and rested hotly on my soft, freckled cheeks. I opened my eyes. The strong cord, running from the bottom of his reddish bag to the hair at the base of his crack, fascinated me.

John's fingers continued to rub and stroke the sides of my cunt. His tongue left the tip of the exposed joy-worm and washed the musty nectar from between the flaps. His tongue dipped lower. It thrilled around the hungry hole. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy with a pop. His tongue licked the dribbling juice away.

I gasped as his little finger poked the center of my asshole and twisted its way inside. My cunt filled with flames of urgency. It was impossible to know how ready he was. Most of the other men I'd blown showed signs of their need. John didn't. There was no trembling or swelling of his shaft. He was completely in control of his emotions.

There was no way to hide my readiness or need. I was so hot I was shaking. My legs were twisting and my hips were starting to buck and grind. I rubbed my red-haired twat against his nose. I tried to suck his tongue into my stomach.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I felt a strangely empty feeling as I savored the last of his lingering juices. He stopped licking my gash and twisted around. He spread my legs. My knees rose

to my chest. His cock knew the way. He aimed and headed home without holding it.

I beat my fists on the rug and bit my up as his big prick met my soggy cunt-lips. I moaned as his strong tool forced my little hole wide. My mind whirled. He pushed into my cunt and smoothed out the wrinkles of my royal pleasure-cave.

His cock drove deeper and deeper, met my cervix and kept going. I grabbed my knees and squeezed in uncontrollable lust. His cock sank in clear to his balls. I felt his nuts bang against my asshole before he started back.

He lowered himself. I hooked my ankles behind his back. My clit rode against his scalding shaft. Wave after wave of gripping electricity caroused through my body.

His fuck-thrusts grew harder and faster. His prick bounced off my womb like it was a trampoline. My ass hammered into the carpet from the force of his thrusts. His spear grew slick with my cunt-juice, shimmering in the light as it knifed back and forth in my hole. He allowed his cock to sink completely into my snatch. His chest mashed my jigging tits and made my nipples throb with satisfaction.

Our lips met. His tongue shot into my mouth and dueled with mine. The thrills turned my body to water. The need and lust turned from trickling waves to a pounding surf as he kept it up. I was caught in a storm of desire.

I lost track of where I was and what I was. My

mind swirled in the world of passion. The only thing that existed was the thrilling dick stabbing my gash. Our hips grated as he slammed his cock into me. The worn echoed with the wet slaps of our heated fucking. His ass moved in circles as he drove his cock back and forth. His rod went into my scalding cunt like a corkscrew.

I was rising toward my climax at an unbelievable pace.

"Oh! Ohh, shit! Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, yesss! Lover, fill my hole! Bang my box! Make me come! Please!" I whimpered. "Ohhhh, yessss! That's the way! Oh, shit! Oh, that feels so good! Shove your cock all the way home! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

My hips were gyrating. My ass was smacking the floor as his hips hit them. They sprang six inches in an effort to take more and more. I was on the verge of an orgasm. I was on the brink of the best release I'd ever known.

"I-I'm coming! Oh! Ohh! OOOHHH! COOOMMIINNGGG!!" My voice went off into a bunch of screaming jibberish as wave after wave of complete thrilling release washed over me.

My mind swirled into a crescendo of bright lights and soothing music. I soared. I floated. I basked in the greatest joy a woman can know. I clung to the ecstatic moment as long as I could.

When I was done coming, I found that John hadn't come yet. He'd controlled it! He hadn't allowed himself to pop. I was panting desperately, trying to catch my breath. I was glossy with sweat

and trembling with satisfaction.

He didn't give me time to get mad. He told me he was going to fuck me to a few more comes before he shot his wad. I couldn't believe it. But he spent almost all night proving it to me.

When a man gives you a half-dozen orgasms in one night, each better than the last, you follow him anywhere. He had me hooked. All I could do was hope that he'd keep poking my pussy with that magnificent eight-inch cock. That's why I agreed to skip Friday's classes and go to Tijuana with him.

It was pretty early when we crossed the bridge into Baja. Everything was open and ready to swallow us, but the traffic wasn't heavy yet. John said he had to see a guy on some business before we went through the shops. I thought this might be a pretty good way to learn something about him. I agreed to go along.

My escort flagged down a cab and gave him an address I didn't catch. The driver spent nearly a half-hour wandering aimlessly through the streets. I thought I noticed the same building a couple of times. I mentioned this to John, but he assured me I was wrong.

We stopped at a plain, adobe building. It looked like all the rest I'd seen. The street was dirt. It was in a crowded residential section. I'd never be able to find it on my own. John paid the driver and steered me up the outside stairs to the second floor.

A middle-aged Mexican answered the door. He was neatly dressed in a business suit and seemed pleasant. After greeting us, we were ushered into a small worn at the center of the house. The place was paneled in dark wood. It was richly carpeted and had a heavy ceiling. There were no windows. The expensive decorations seemed out of place in such a shabby neighborhood.

John and I took our seats on the couch. The man excused himself and disappeared for a second. When he returned, he had a tray with three large glasses of wine.

"This is for the lady," he smiled. John and he took the two remaining glasses. He set the tray aside and joined us.

I didn't understand any Spanish and couldn't tell what they were talking about. I was awfully tired. It didn't surprise me when I started to nod off after a few minutes. I thought it was from fucking all night.

It didn't make any difference how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't focus and wouldn't stay open. I knew the men were watching me, and I felt ashamed of myself. Then they started speaking in English, and everything turned into a nightmare.

Here I was, lying on a coffee table, drugged and being brutally examined. A hand forced my mouth open. Fingers checked my teeth and pulled at my tongue. The man pinched my arm muscles and pressed my stomach. I was powerless to resist. My mind was getting foggier and foggier. My body

wouldn't obey my commands.

The men stopped their prodding. I managed to force one eye open enough to see what was going on. There was only time for a brief glimpse before they fell shut again. The men were emptying my wallet. My ID was being burned in an ashtray. I tried to speak but couldn't.

I felt my earrings, watch and necklace being torn from me. It took a little effort, but they even got the ring my grandmother had given me.

"I'm going to send her to the club first. We'll break her spirit before sending her south. If she lasts to Monday morning, there won't be any fight left in her."

I was too far gone to care. The words echoed through my mind, but I was too rummy to do any thinking. I couldn't fight it any longer. I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I was in the back of an old panel truck. My clothes were twisted and in the same condition as when they'd examined me.

We hit a bump and I moaned. The sound came from deep in my throat. It was muffled. I became aware of something in my mouth. It was a rag. My jaws ached. I tried to move my hands. I couldn't. Pain shot from my wrists when I jerked. Someone had tied them behind my head with wire.

"I think she's awake," a heavily accented voice whispered.

"Well-find out," another answered.

I lay real still. The fog hadn't cleared from my

mind yet. I didn't move. I didn't even move when the hand slid up the inside of my thigh. I didn't twitch when it explored my snatch. I didn't shiver as the fingers rolled my cunt. Then the man viciously pinched and jerked. I writhed in agony and tried to kick the man.

"She's awake all right," the accented voice laughed.

"The bitch tried to kick me," the other voice echoed.

"We have time to teach her a lesson."

"Yeah," the first one said, feeling around blindly in the darkness for my tit.

I whimpered as they pulled me to my knees. The dirty metal of the truck floor hurt my knees and face. A gurgle shot up from inside me and was drowned by the gag as a hand jerked me forward.

A hand grabbed either side of my hips. I felt a heated hard-on press against my pussy from behind, I stiffened. It drove home viciously. My face scraped the metal floor. A hand jerked my head up. Another hand pinched my jaw and jerked the rag out. I felt a cock fill it before I could cry out.

The man behind me was resting his chest across my back. His hands grabbed and tore at my tits. My hands couldn't help support my weight. My head sank onto the stiff, smelly boner. I felt the prick knifing into my cunt from behind. The cock in front cruelly battered the back of my mouth and blocked my windpipe.

I was defenseless. I couldn't twist my head enough to get the straining cock out. Each time I tried, it excited him more and more. I was jerked up and down by my hair. The man held his cock in my throat until I thought I was going to choke to death. I panicked. Then he pulled me back.

Each time my head was jerked up, the weight of the other man threatened to break my back and neck. It was humiliating to have the cock in my pussy, but I could stand that. The one fucking my throat was unbearable. Agony flowed through my boobs. My arms and shoulders hurt. My knees were on fire.

I felt the truck leave the pavement and bounce onto a dirt road. The man kneeling in front of me began to jerk my head back and forth with a new urgency. The one fucking my cunt began to drive in and out like his life depended on it.

I sensed the cock in my snatch starting to swell.

I felt it begin to throb. Then he was bucking. His prick spurted its gooey load of slime into my cunt.

I felt his prick slip free and knew he was finished.

Once the weight was off my back the other dick became almost bearable.

We shifted as the truck started up a steep hill. My knees burned on the truck bed and started to bleed. A hand slapped my ass and I jerked in surprise and pain. The cock fucking my face started spitting in my mouth. I felt the cum shoot into my throat. It coated the back of my mouth. I tried to get a breath and sucked it up my nose. It

coated my teeth. It backed around my tongue and dripped from my mouth. It mixed with my saliva. It tasted yeasty. It replaced the salty taste of his tool. I swallowed and struggled to keep from gagging.

The man pushed me to the side and shoved the rag back in my mouth. I almost blacked out before I managed to snuff the cum back into my throat so

I could breathe. The men were laughing as they felt my body twisting in desperation beside them.

I knew now what I was in for. Wherever it was I was going, was a place designed to torture for no reason-except the entertainment of its customers. Somehow I had to find a weak link in their chain. I had to win someone to my side. Then, if possible, I had to escape.

CHAPTER TWO

The numbness had worn away by the lime the truck stopped. My knees burned, my tits ached, my pussy hurt and my throat was raw. I remembered what the older Mexican had said before I passed out. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. Could I last till Monday? That was a long three days away. Where would they send me if I did?

The truck doors swung open and I was pulled out. I was shaking so bad I could hardly keep my balance. Sharp pain tingled through my arms and shoulders.

I was dragged down a long corridor. I had trouble walking because my panties and hose still clung to my ankles. I was thrown into a room where men stripped and pawed over me again. There was more talk about the price I would bring

when I was shipped south. It hit me like a sledgehammer. I was being sold into slavery! Or I would be, if I lasted through the weekend.

By the time the men finished, I was naked. I caught a single glimpse of myself in a hall minor as I was shoved along. My face was dirty and streaked with tears. My lipstick was smeared. My hair was a mess. Bruises marked my hips and the sides of my tits. Cum was crusted on my chin and thighs.

The men threw me into a closet-like room that stunk to high heaven. I cowered in the corner. I could hear wails and pleading voices of Mexican girls coming from the other closets.

I wasn't in the cell for more than ten minutes before the door opened and I was dragged into the hallway. There were two men. One held me while the other hit me in the stomach. They were there to prepare me for my stay.

The wind whistled from my lungs. My feet came off the ground as my knees came up in reflex. He didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. He hit me again. My eyes bugged out. My tongue flopped from my already gaping mouth. I turned beet-red. My lungs gasped for air.

The man let me get a half-breath before hitting me again. The other one dropped me in a heap, leaving me to writhe on the floor at their feet.

"Bind her!" the first one ordered.

I was in too much agony to fight it. I felt their knees crushing my shoulders. Pieces of wire were being tightened around my thumbs. They were tied

tight enough so they wouldn't come loose. But they weren't tied so tight they'd cut the circulation off.

The men twisted my arms behind me in hammer locks. A collar was placed around my forehead with rings in the front and back. My arms were jerked to their extremes and tied to the band.

They fastened a piece of thin, rough rope to the link in front. One of them knotted a metal link into the other end and pulled it between my legs. They pushed it into the center of my gash. They brought it up the crack of my ass and let it lie loosely for a second.

I was rolled onto my back. Pain shot through my arms. I thought I'd pass out. I screamed and begged for mercy. The two men didn't listen. Each man grabbed a tit. They tied wire nooses around my nipples. The nooses were pulled tight. The wire bit into my flesh so cruelly it would ruin me before it came free. The men pulled those wires over my shoulders. Checking the thin rope to be sure it was still in place, they secured the wires tightly to the ring on the loose end. My nipples stretched in taut agony.

I was dragged back into the closet. A cable was looped around each of my little fingers and hooked to one of the rings in the ceiling. I was left standing on my tiptoes. If I moved my head one way, I strained my arms and thumbs to the point of pulling them from the joints. If I moved it the other, my gash was scraped raw and it almost tore

my nipples off. I couldn't hunch down to ease the pain because I'd break my little fingers.

My body was forced to stand frozen in constant pain for hours. Once in a while my arms would go numb. It was a blessing that only lasted for a second. My feet were on fire from the strain of holding my weight. I'd shift without meaning to. The shift would jerk one of the cords. The cord would cause pain someplace else and I'd jerk my head. My head would pull my arms and my body would fill with scaring pain again.

I was at the point of sheer exhaustion when they finally came for me. I was untied and led down the hall by my cunt-hair. We made a humiliating entrance into a large room filled with men. There was a raised stage in the center. Led by my cunt-hair, I was pulled onto the stage. Many of the men in the room were American.

"Gentlemen-this is the newest attraction from across the border. She's here for one weekend only. A genuine U.S. redhead. Fresh and guaranteed to writhe and scream for your delight. Bidding for private pleasure will begin as soon as the show's over."

The men stared hungrily from the dimly lit section. I shivered. My arms, shoulders and neck ached in excruciating pain from the hours of bondage I'd already suffered. I whimpered as my arms were wrenched over my head and locked into the wrist cuffs dangling from the ends of two separate chains.

I heard a grating noise. The chains rattled and squeaked as they tightened. I felt the cold, metal cuffs bite cruelly into my wrists. I was pulled to my tiptoes and then off the floor. An iron cuff was snapped around each ankle and I was spread-eagled.

"Start the show," the man whispered hoarsely into the microphone.

"Noooo! Noooo! Please! Oh, dear God- noooo!" I shrilled in tenor as a man stepped out of the wings carrying a length of rubber hose.

"NOOOOO!"

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.

CHAPTER THREE

I have no idea how long I slept. I wasn't able to get comfortable. They didn't give me a chance to really wake up on my own either.

A cold bucket of water brought me out of the restless half-sleep with a start. My body screamed in protest. I ached and hurt all over. The guard laughed as he dragged me out of the cell and forced me to stand. Pain shot through my legs and groin, and I started to crumple. The man grabbed the leash and jerked it tight. I felt a new wave of pain shoot the length of my split. I struggled to keep from falling.

My hands were still fastened behind me. The pain was so bad that I couldn't straighten up. I waddled like a duck behind the man. He pulled happily on the leash and watched as I tried to keep from having my delicate labes made into dumbo

ears.

He led me into a small, tiled room, then unfastened the handcuffs and chained me spread eagled like I'd been on the stage.

"Bath time," he laughed as he undid the leash. I watched fearfully as he grabbed a high-pressure fire hose from the side and turned on the water. The nozzle was closed. The hose danced like a cobra. It slithered across the floor and tried to rise. The man caught up with the nozzle. He opened the end and hit me in the stomach with it.

The air whished from my lungs like I'd been hit by a fist. He lowered the stream for a split second and it kicked me in the groin. Then he hit me in the belly again. My face turned red as I twisted and tried vainly to double up. He spent several minutes hosing me like that. My head was buzzing from lack of air. I was a deep red and my eyes were bugging from their sockets.

When he tired of his little game, he shut the nozzle. He dropped it and let the hose dance on the floor. He picked up a bar of Lava soap and a scrub brush. He rubbed my tender flesh with the sandy bar and bristles. He kept at it until I was almost bleeding before he stopped and turned the hose on me again.

When he finished, he hooked the clamp back on my raw cunt-lips and unchained me. My muscles responded a little better. In spite of the debasement of being led by my snatch and being raw all over, I felt a little better.

I hadn't realized how weak I was until I struggled up the stairs behind him. It was all I could do to reach the second floor. I was pulled down the hall to a large room filled with bunks. It looked like an Army barracks. There were a dozen men sitting there waiting for me.

The leash was unfastened. I stood shakily. They cuffed my ankles. The chains rattled and clanked against the concrete floor. I was forced to stand under a hook hanging from the ceiling. I stared at the overhead chain uneasily. It was hooked to a large ball that reminded me of a ballbearing. The ball had a large hook like the kind used on tow chains. The whole thing could be raised or lowered from high overhead.

I tried to back away as the men converged on me. One of them was carrying a cruel-looking harness. Another was holding a broom handle. A third picked up a length of cord.

"No! Please…" I sobbed.

My protests and pleas were ignored as usual. My arms were jerked out and fastened to the ends of the broom handle. The harness was buckled around my forehead and tightened by a screw until it was so tight my bones almost cracked. My head started pounding in protest.

A second collar was buckled around my neck and tightened until it bit into the flesh and wouldn't slide around. I heard a snap as a cable was clicked onto the harness at the back of my head. It was jerked back and stretched until I was looking

straight at the ceiling. My mouth was forced open. Loops of wire were tightened around my lower front teeth.

I felt the cruel, thin loops draw blood from my gums as my jaw was pulled wide. The wires were tied tightly to the collar on my neck. My already injured jaw filled me with pounding pain.

The men fastened clamps to the corners of my mouth and almost ripped my lips as they tied them to the ring at the back of my neck. My mouth was open and my lips were drawn taut.

They tipped me upside down and fastened my ankles to the hook on the ball. The men raised the chain until I was dangling about waist high above the floor. My mouth was opened and pointed straight down.

They moved a low table under me. One at a time the cruel men stripped. My neck ached and cramped. My jaw and lips burned with pain. My head was splitting. The blood rushing down made the position even crueler.

The first man scooted between me and the table. His big hard-on bounced happily against his belly and rubbed my nose. Two of the men lifted me a little by the pole that secured my arms. The man lined his hard-on up with my mouth and held it.

The other two dropped me. The cock shot to the back of my mouth, ricocheted off and slid into my throat. The men cheered. Someone began to push my arms and I began to spin.

I felt myself being raised a little. Someone

adjusted the chain so the cock didn't go so deep that I would choke to death. I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast the day before. I'd vomited during the beatings I'd taken the night before so I had nothing left inside to spill out.

The head of the cock burned against the back of my mouth. The strong shaft shivered as I spun on it. My tongue and cheeks felt the rugged veins as they bounced unevenly against my straining flesh.

The man got hotter. He began to arch his hips in a regular rhythm. My nose would be dragged through his crotch hair and across the top of his balls when my throat was plugged. Then he'd fall back and the cock would thrill against my swollen tongue and tender palate.

Spit began to drip and ran from my mouth as I spun dizzily over him. The cock grew larger and larger. I was dropped until the cock wedged deep in my throat. Someone slapped my shins with a stick. I jerked and shuddered. My whole body contorted with pain.

The cock in my throat began to spurt. They kept hitting my ankles and shins with the stick and my throat milked the cum out of him. They pulled me up. The slime poured from my mouth. The man dodged quickly away and someone else wiped the table off before lying down.

The second man had an even bigger prick than the first. His cock tasted just as salty and his crotch smelled strongly of need. They didn't spin me this time. The man grabbed my nipples and began to

pull me back and forth.

My nose brushed through his crotch hair and mashed into his lower belly. The strong cock slapped back and forth in my tortured mouth. It rubbed against the palate, wedged in my throat and then slapped against my tongue.

The dizziness cleared from my head, but the blood and pressure made it ache worse than any migraine I'd ever had. His fingers stretched my poor little nipples way out. He jabbed them viciously into the soft flesh until they almost met my ribs. I swung helplessly back and forth.

I lost my ability to think or reason. The pain and humiliation were unbearable. It seemed to go on forever. I was shoved back and forth. His cock rubbed and rubbed. I seemed to swing for an eternity. My saliva dried up. The cum and syrup was all that kept the new cock in my mouth slick.

The men began beating my shins again. The pain flooded through me. The whole world was a haze. The only reality that stayed was the cock I was pinioned on. It was the one thing I couldn't forget.

Finally, he began to shiver and come. I was lowered again. They didn't release me until I'd trapped every bit of his silvery fuck-milk above his pecker-head. Then he pulled away and they laughed as it drained from my open mouth.

I started doubling up. My stomach locked in knots and drew me up. My legs began to twitch. They finally lowered me and undid the contraption around my head. I fainted.

The men weren't done with me. I woke up to the painful shock of cold water and a rag soaked in ammonia. They passed me back and forth for five minutes. They squeezed and poked my abused body before dragging me to one of the bunks.

I was too weak and used up to move. I felt a weight fall across my stomach. My legs were forced open. I knew what was happening, but didn't care. I didn't even open my eyes to see who it was.

The center of my inner split was raw from the way I'd been tied when I first arrived. My cunt-lips were bruised and swollen from the inhuman leash they'd led me around by. My cunt was still sore from being raped. For some reason I didn't care. I felt the fiery pain of the attack, but didn't flinch. My head felt like a half-dozen bombs were going off in it.

The man bounced up and down on me. I felt his shaft burn against my cunt. It didn't turn me on. It just hurt. His cock slammed against my bruised cervix. A whimper reached my ears. It took a few minutes to realize that it was coming from me.

The weight against my swollen nipples and bruised tits was intensely painful. The attack became so brutal that it cut a new path of agony into my mind.

The big cock finally shot off into my cunt. I was jerked off the bunk. Another man crashed on top. A new cock drove deeply into my tortured slit. The men laughed as he made sloshing noises. My gash was so juicy and coated with their jism that it

sucked and popped as he fucked me.

Man after man fucked me. All but the last one had their turn at my mouth, pussy, or asshole. The last one looked at my used body. I stunk of sweat and used cum. I saw everything through a red haze of pain. It took a few minutes for his voice to drift through the deep fog and reach my numb mind.

"Jack me off, slut!"

I looked at him blankly. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick.

"Hammer my cock!"

I moved my hand obediently back and forth. I didn't do it fast 'enough to suit him. One of the men approached me with a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He tipped the bottle over and poured the stuff over my tortured twat. I screamed in pain. Forgetting the cock in my hand, I tried to claw my burning cunt apart.

The men forced my hands back to the man's prick.

"We'll wash it when you finish with him," one of the guards laughed.

I never worked at anything so hard or fast. I did my best to beat his meat in seconds. I hammered his cock as if my life depended on it. I flailed his rigid boner. My thigh muscles screamed in protest. I locked my legs together in an effort to stop the fiery pain that burned my cunt.

The thin, outer skin on the blushing hard-on slid back and forth. The hole in the end of the red dick popped and winked. His clear oil dripped from the

hole and oozed across my fingers. The biting smell of the alcohol and the putrid odor of too much sex burned my nostrils. The taste of cum, mixed with the saltiness of their cocks and the dryness of fear, clung to my mouth. I struggled to hurry him along before the burning in my cunt drove me insane.

The smacking of my fist against his hairy pubic bone kept me on edge. I tensely waited for him to complain that I had hurt hint I knew that I'd get a fist in the face at any second and did my best to be careful. I tried, but the burning made me keep up my desperate bid to get him to spurt.

My hand and arm began to ache from the strain and weakened condition. The fire between my legs got so bad that I couldn't stand it. I bent forward without being asked and took the head of his cock in my mouth.

The waves of heat were gripping my twat as I began to chew on the crimson knob. I still hammered my hand back and forth. It seemed to take forever.

The cock finally decided to do its thing. It throbbed and drained into my mouth, leaving its trail of jizz across my tongue. It filled my throat before I had time to get back. I swallowed as fast as I could and pulled away. At least I'd saved myself the humiliation of having him spray my face with his load.

"Please… "I sobbed. "Wash my cunt!"

The men laughed at me. The one who'd brought me there in the first place grabbed my long hair

and dragged me, cave-man style, to the stairs. I staggered to the room I'd been cleaned up in before. I clutched my burning crotch the entire way.

I was washed down again and dragged back to the barracks room. The men weren't being kind to me. It was the powerful smell of the rubbing alcohol and not my pain that had made them scrub my snatch.

My legs wouldn't work fast enough for them. I was dragged along behind them by the hair. I would slip and fall. I had to crawl, stumble and slide as they hurried down the stairs to the basement. My knees were. skinned and my toes torn by the time we stopped outside a cold room. I heard a baying of dogs and knew we were someplace close to the kennels. I passed a frosted window on the way. It was daylight outside. It had to be my second day. That meant I only had to survive it and one more before I'd be shipped off to slavery. That didn't seem too horrible a fate compared to what I was going through now.

The door to the room was unlocked. It was a large room without furniture. I was dragged inside. One of the men opened a cabinet and took out a bottle and funny-looking girdle. The leather garment had different pieces. The men held my arms as others strapped the twelve-inch wide belt, studded with special rings, around my waist. They tightened it until I could hardly breathe.

Two of the men strapped leggings on me that were also studded with rings. The lower part of the

leggings covered me from ankle to knee. They were connected to the thigh part by straps which allowed my knees to bend. The leggings were solid again from the straps to their tops. The stockings stopped two inches from my crotch.

The leather was buckled so tight that it almost cut off the circulation. I was thrown onto my back. My knees were jerked up on either side of my waist. The men locked my sides by running padlocks through the rings in the belt and at my knees. My legs were clamped up and my pussy vulnerable.

The men forced a pipe, cut especially to hold my ass away from my ankles, into special fittings and locked them in place with pins. When they rolled me over, my ass was held high in the air by the rods and completely spread.

I was pulled into the middle of the room. The men locked a wide leather collar around my neck and attached it to a foot-long chain cemented to the floor. One of the men dipped a rag into the bottle. He painted my asshole, cunt, mouth and tits with the stinking fluid.

The men vanished. I could feel the sticky liquid starting to dry in the cold air. My bruised asshole and loose cunt were soothed by the chill. The stuff reminded me of period blood.

The other man reached down and pulled my head up by the hair.

"I'll bet she's a better fuck now than she was when you first grabbed her by the tit."

I tried to cuss at them. I tiled to plead with them. It wasn't any good. The only thing that came out of my mouth was a whimpering moan.

The two men laughed as they walked away. Another man came in and got me out of the rig. I was carried back and thrown into my cell. The only thought that filled my mind was revenge. Somehow I would get even; They could enslave me in the Amazon or at the South Pole and I'd get back here. I'd find those two and castrate them if I had to crawl on my hands and knees all the way. I would survive. I would get even!

CHAPTER FOUR

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.

CHAPTER FIVE

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.

CHAPTER SIX

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.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Pedro led me into a luxurious bedroom like the one I'd tried getting out the window of. The two women sat on a loveseat sipping their drinks. My eyes skittered around the room looking fretfully for special torture devices. I didn't see any. The room was nice. It even had a large canopy bed with strong supports.

"Fasten her to the usual spot," one of the women breathed musically.

Pedro led me to the end of the bed. He reached under the velvet side curtains and revealed four lengths of chain. One hanging from each corner at the foot. Each length of chain had a cuff at its loose end. He clamped them to my wrists and ankles and locked them. I was standing spread-eagled at the bottom of the bed. I was a captive audience for whatever happened in the bed itself.

The women dismissed Pedro and came over to examine their helpless prize.

"Have a piece of candy, sweetheart," one of them smiled sweetly, holding it to my lips.

I took it without thinking. They began to feel of my body. I was surprised at first. They weren't rough. They were curiously gentle. Then something strange began to happen to me. My body began to ache for a cock.

My cunt drooled and quivered. My twat simmered. My belly boiled. The women reached out and stroked my pussy leisurely. They slowly undressed and lay on the bed, naked. One of them twisted Mound playfully and ran her smooth, well-kept fingers up the inside of my thighs. The nectar dribbled from my cunt. I was in heat. Painful cramps of consuming need tore through my belly and cunt. I needed my pussy stuffed.

"Please… " I sobbed as the woman rubbed her fingers along the sides of my cunt. "What did you do to me?"

I watched helplessly as they wrapped their arms around each other and fell onto the mattress in a long, sweet kiss. I stared unhappily at their smooth brown-eyed tits pressing against each other. I squirmed as they slipped a thigh between each other's legs and began to roll their beavers gently.

My snatch was on fire. I couldn't control myself at all. I twisted, begged and pleaded for release as they petted. The women answered my agonized sobs with giggles and demands that I tell them how

much I needed sex.

They forced me to watch as they sucked each other's boobies. I made the strong canopy supports tremble as I twisted in a vain attempt to free myself. It was more than I could bear to see their flesh break out in goosebumps and their nipples stiffen.

I felt the honey from my twat run down my thighs. I stared at them with wild eyes. I was panting. I screamed at them. I shook the bed. My torment just made them hotter.

One of the women began rubbing her hands across the other's neatly brushed bush. My pussy was snapping and popping as I watched her scratch her hairy cunt-mound lightly.

"Don't torture me like this… Goddamn you! I need a cock stuck in me! I'll die unless I'm fucked. Please! Oooh, please!" I sobbed, my voice cracking as the one woman spread the other's beaver so I could see the sparkling juice between her pink pussy-lips.

"Pleaseee… " I sobbed as she skinned back the woman's foreskin and exposed her clit.

There was nothing I could do but twist and turn, grinding my hips and ass like a go-go dancer in frustrated need. I wanted to take my eyes off them, but couldn't. I watched as they drew circles on each other's tummies. I watched as their tongues dipped into each other's belly buttons. I watched as they squeezed, massaged and kneaded each other's boobs.

I was being thoroughly humiliated by those two bitches. They had me both body and soul. I tried to fight it. I clamped my teeth together and strained to keep from crying or begging. I couldn't do anything about my body showing its need. I could try to control my mouth.

It didn't take the two heated bitches long to notice my silence. They giggled hotly and came at me. I smelled their perfumed, well-kept hair as they lowered their faces to my tits. One of them reached around behind me and began to brush the crack of my ass. The other slid her finger up and down my tender cunt-petals. Each of them teased one of my nipples lightly with their tongues.

"Please… take me! Make love to me. Eat me out! Finger-fuck me! Please! Please! Oh-Goddamn you-please!" I exploded, ending in a crescendo of incoherent sobs.

The women laughed and twisted back onto the bed in a sixty-nine. The one facing me was careful to keep her hair from hiding the action. I watched their hips twist and gyrate, grinding against the other's face as they thrilled each other.

The Spanish fly wasn't wearing off It was getting worse. I watched in utter despair as the top girl pulled back. She smiled at me and began to finger the other girl's cunt. Her long, slender finger disappeared slowly into the other's hole. I watched through tear-filled eyes as it came back out all wet and slick. I tried to bring my thighs together and couldn't.

The girl slid another finger between the pink twat-lips. Both fingers disappeared from view. I let out a piercing yelp. The women giggled. The one began to twist her fingers around inside the other one's twat.

Every inch of my snatch burned and itched with fleshy lust. My wrists and ankles were raw from jerking mindlessly against the iron cuffs. The girl kept her fingers gliding in and out of the other's cunt. She lowered her head so she could lick the cunt shivering above her juicy fingers.

The two women began to twist and tremble to each other's thrilling advances. They started to ignore me. The heat rose like static electricity and filled the room. I could feel it. It made me even hotter. I was afraid I'd go crazy at any minute. I had to be fucked! I began to sob and plead with them again. It made them hotter. They began to lick each other frantically. I watched in sheer desperation as the fingers flew in and out of each other's boxes. I could hear my own popping with need. They panted and cooed. I choked on my own frustrated sobs.

I begged them to unchain one hand. I wanted to shove my fist up my twat-clear to the elbow. The sight of their naked asses rippling and bucking was too much. Little streams of spit dripped from the corners of my mouth. I glanced down and saw that my sore nipples were rock-hard.

The wooden end of the bed frame came to just above my knees. I let my legs go slack and dangled

by my arms. I tried to get low enough to rub my boiling snatch against the frame. I couldn't quite reach it. All I did was succeed in hurting my arms worse.

The women were bucking and grinding in the final throes of their climaxes. They reached release. They were flushed with a glow of satisfaction. They were thrilled and satisfied. I begged them to help me now.

Instead they rang a bell. The torture became worse. There was a knock on the door. One of the guards came in. He grinned evilly as he came up to the side of the bed. Slowly, deliberately, he removed his clothes. I stared wide-eyed at his prick.

"Please-please stick that big cock up my cunt!" The man moved over to my side. The two women laughed as he let his hot tool press against my hip. He stroked my tits as he moved around behind me. He rubbed the bruised nipples as he guided the hot, drooling head of his cock up and down the back of my thighs.

I screamed in anguish as he drew it across my snatch-snaps and then pulled it back. He slid his cock-head along the crack of my ass. He walked around in front of me. Climbing onto the bed, he rubbed his dick against my belly. The knob was so hot and beautiful. It was so smooth and red! The heat and wetness burned through me and made me ache twice as bad with frustration.

The man fell back onto the bed laughing and ran

his hands up and down his stiff prick.

"Noooo! Noooo! Noooo!" I slobbered as the two women lay down beside him.

I squirmed and tugged at my chains. I watched helplessly as they toyed with his balls and stroked the underside of his prick-shaft with their fingernails. I twisted and turned frantically as he fingered the two women's cunts. It was more than I could stand.

I hadn't known such passion was possible until they used that horrible drug on me. Every cell in my body screamed for the release of the rod between the man's legs. I had to have it or something jammed inside my cunt. I hurt so bad I thought I'd die. If I had been free, I would have driven a bottle, vase or stick clear through my snatch.

The women were taking turns kissing the man. They tilted their heads so I could see their tongues darting back and forth. I broke out in goosebumps as one of the sluts pointed the man's prick towards the canopy and pressed against the base of it. His pecker was so big!

The cock stood there with its skin drawn taut. Its mouth was open and drooling. The skin running along the bottom, from its crimson crown to the balls, was so tight it shimmered.

I watched as the women pulled off him. The guy grinned and stood up on the bed. The two women crowded around me and began to caress my body lightly.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" the guy tormented.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Please stick your cock in me!" I sobbed.

He pressed his hot dick against my lips. I believed that he might do it. I would have done anything to please him if he had. I opened my mouth and let his rod slide in. The salty taste made me burn brighter. The strong scent of his manly need set off a chain reaction inside me. New supplies of pussy-juice dribbled down my legs. My cunt hummed in frustrated desire. My tummy muscles locked and made me bend forward with cramps of lust.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed its wet head in circles on my cheeks.

"Please… " I whimpered, knowing that he was just teasing me.

The three of them stepped back and laughed. The man collapsed happily onto his back. I screamed obscenities as one of the broads mounted him and slid his cock up her cooze. The other stood at my side and caressed my red beaver. She didn't do it long enough to let me climax. She just kept the lust building and building inside me.

I watched helplessly as the woman drew her ass up and down. The wet, proud tool vanished inside her cunt and reappeared. She fucked leisurely, making sure she could hear my obscene appeal.

The other girl pressed the button again and went to answer the knock. Five more men came in. They

all stood beside the bed and stripped. They watched the fucking couple on the mattress with interest. They began to rub against me. I almost blew my mind as they started sliding their hands over their heated pricks.

I hadn't ever needed anything as bad as I needed their tools right then. I twisted and begged for more. Chuckling, they rubbed the hot shafts between my legs without filling my cunt. I watched the glossy back of the woman as she kept fucking up and down on the first man's hard-on. The second woman slid her hand between my legs and massaged my clit-mound.

One of the men wedged himself between the bedframe and my hips. I felt his hard cock burn my belly. His cock-head was within inches of my snatch. I could rub my sloppy split against the shaft. That was all I could do.

The cock was right there. I was frantic. I had to fuck him. My cunt was three inches below the crown of his rigid rod. I jerked and pulled at the chains holding my ankles. They were too tight. I couldn't raise my box quite enough to get the meat in.

My snatch was screaming for fulfillment. I swayed back and forth in a desperate dance. I rubbed my gash against the hot, ready prick. It wasn't going to do me a damned bit of good if I couldn't plug my hole with it.

This was the most frustrating torture anyone could have devised. I had cringed at the thought of

being fucked for the last few days. My stomach had knotted with fear every time I saw a man. Now I needed them! I was on the brink of insanity. They kept tormenting me. They wouldn't give me a cock.

The door opened. I didn't know or care who it was until the two newcomers came into my line of vision.

"You, you, you!" I screamed brokenly as I saw John and his partner.

The whole room filled with laughter at my outburst.

"My-my," John chuckled. "The college girl had a bad case of the hots."

The two men pulled chairs up and sat down to watch the show. The woman bouncing up and down started fucking faster. The other cocks were burning around us. I forgot that my tormentors were enjoying the show. I tried in sheer desperation to raise up enough to get the cock between my legs. Nothing worked. I sobbed and choked in frustration.

"Remember how good this felt?" John laughed, unzipping his fly.

I tore my eyes away from the couple fucking on the bed and stared wildly at his big tool.

"Remember how thrilled you were to get these eight inches in your hole?" he chuckled.

I sobbed as he began to rub his cock. I did remember. It had been so good! It just wasn't fair!

"Bastard!" I whispered under my breath.

The girl leaned forward a little more. I could see her asshole winking as she hammered up and down on the hard-on with desperate urgency. They were panting and gasping for breath. The girl's shoulders were blushing. Sweat was running off her back. I shivered as I imagined how wonderful that cock would feel sliding in and out of my itchy cunt.

The man moved out from between me and the bed. I sobbed in total misery. I needed their cocks so bad. The guy being fucked tensed his legs and drove his ass in the air. He carried the girl up with him. I saw his legs rippling and the bottom of his meat as it pulsed.

He held her that way for a long time before sinking back onto the bed. The girl rode up and down on his prick. Trails of cum clung to his shaft. A puddle of the slimy milk began to pool on his balls as it squirted from her hole. I saw her ass began to twitch and her legs went crazy. She collapsed in a heap on top of the guy and purred happily. I shuddered violently as they rolled off the bed. John took their place. Everyone stood around watching.

My abductor grinned as he stroked his rigid prick. The woman who hadn't been fucked yet slipped down on the bed beside him. The bed shook with the efforts to tear myself loose. I wanted to kill the bastard. I wanted his cock!

The woman bent directly to John's cock. She smiled sweetly at me and gnawed on his meat like it was a dog bone. She pinched the head of his tool

and forced a couple drops of his golden oil out. Catching it on her fingertip, she reached over and wiped it on my belly. I sobbed and jerked at my bonds.

She stopped gnawing and drew her tongue from the very bottom to the crimson tip. She mashed her upper teeth into the top of his tool, just past his pee-hole. I saw his legs tense in excitement. She was thrilling him more than I had. That made my humiliation even greater.

The bitch pinched the skin of his sac. She stretched it tight around his nuts so I could see their shiny outline. Taking her mouth away from his hot prick for a second, she asked me how it felt to know I wasn't going to get any of his cream.

I almost broke my arms trying to get at her. The men laughed at me. I thrashed around and tore at my bonds. One of the guys cupped the bottom of my ass with his hands and began brushing my drooling cunt with his middle finger. The need tore at my belly. I doubled over as far as the chains would allow.

"God-oh, please!" I blubbered, stripped of the last shreds of sanity.

The man slipped his hand lower and pushed his rough finger just inside my cunt. I stretched mindlessly. I completely ignored the knifing pain in my arms as I wiggled my hips down in an effort to get more of the finger.

There wasn't enough penetration. I just couldn't get him far enough into me to do any good. I tried

and tried until I was worn out. Each time I stretched lower, he moved his hand lower. Nothing would make him stop. I had no way to make him have mercy.

John shot his load into the girl's mouth. She got up and spat 'it into my face. Another man jerked off while I watched. I was helpless. There wasn't a thing I could do. The itches started to wear off at last. They noticed I wasn't struggling as hard. Someone squeezed my jaws open and stuffed another candy into my throat.

The whole agonizing need started over. The group had tired of their fun. I was unchained and dragged screaming to my cell. The two guards took great pains to chain me to the floor in such a way that I could get my fingers within an inch of my snatch, but no closer. They laid a big dildo next to my face and locked the door behind them.

It took hours for the driving need to ebb. My wrists were raw and bleeding from trying to free myself. The door unlocked about the time my need was almost gone. It was a new guard. I saw the bulge in his pants. Maybe he didn't know what was going on. I decided on a desperate plan.

"No!" I squeaked. "Please don't fuck me!"

I hoped it sounded convincing enough. I held my breath. I was in luck. The guard grinned evilly and began to undo his belt. I squirmed in an effort to put on a good show. The effect of the Spanish fly had almost gone, but I was still held a prisoner of the frustration that gripped me. Only a cock

could solve it for me.

The man laughed. He dropped between my legs. I sobbed in relief as he drove his big tool into my sloppy pit. He didn't know what was happening. His burning shaft slashed past my cunt-petals and drew a long, satisfying thrill along my cunt-top as he filled me.

My whole cunt shuddered with relief as he began to piston back and forth. He drove his cock all the way in to his balls. It kissed my cervix and roared back out. The pecker left trails of sparks where he'd been. My cunt was on fire. My ass was trembling like a leaf. I'd never felt anything so good.

He drove down harder. His hips grated and slapped against mine. I arched and twisted. Pedro had managed to make them shrink almost back to size with his massages and ice packs. Now it was paying off. The man filled and stretched my pulsing cunt. The guard mistook my need for terror. It was anything but that.

I could feel his cock pushing my insides out of the way. I could feel it burning against the tight muscles at the front of my snatch. I could feel it stretching the wrinkles and soothing the frustrated itches and heat that had been stored there for hours by the drug. The weight of his body mashing my sore tits even felt good.

My ass bounced against the hard concrete, absorbing the rough beating from his grinding pelvis. The heat of growing passion melted through

me. My insides turned to molten lava as the fires glowed brighter and brighter.

I could smell his sweating body. I could hear his panting struggle to climax. I could taste the need in my mouth. I was flying toward the peak. I arrived just ahead of him. My mind floated off into a blissful peace that had been denied me for so long. Waves of wonderful fulfillment kissed my tormented body. I whimpered and purred with satisfaction and release.

The guard didn't get wise. He fucked back and forth faster and faster. He hammered in and out of my box harder and harder. I began to boil again. His cock grew longer. It swelled, spurting stream after steam of his milky goo into my snatch. The need was back like it had never left.

Getting up with a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled his pants up. He kicked me roughly in the ribs and left the cell. I lay helplessly with a sickening pain in my ribs and a gnawing need in my snatch.

CHAPTER EIGHT

A guard unlocked the door and the chains. He led me to the washroom and allowed me to wash the grime from the previous evening away.

The water was ice-cold. It felt good. The soap was rough. The crusted cum and stench of sweat quickly disappeared. By the time I was washed and dried, I felt almost like a human being.

"You have to wear these," he growled.

This was it. The torture was truly over. II was leaving. I was being sold into slavery. I was going to land up in some sleazy whorehouse. I tried to read the man's expression but couldn't. I was relieved and scared at the same time.

The clothes he handed me were sadistically designed. He pushed a buzzer and two big, burly men walked in. They were going to dress me.

I stood between them. I was handed a rubber

bra. It was designed with transparent cups. There were holes cut in them so my nipples would be forced out. The side straps were of heavy rubber and so short and strong that one man had to put his knee in the center of my back to fasten it. My ribs felt like they'd break at any second. My shoulders were pulled way back. I was barely able to breathe.

The man in front adjusted the shoulder straps until my nipples were pointed towards my chin. He squeezed the heavy, leather and wire supports. The wire pinched my trapped tits cruelly and made some of my breast ooze through the nipple holes. When they were done, my nipples stuck out a good two inches, like someone had poked hotdogs in the end of my bra for decorations.

They slapped a stiffly boned, rubber corset up to my belly and began to lace it tight. My waist was usually twenty-six inches. By the time they were done it was twelve. My insides were pushed and shoved in every which direction. The panties were as vicious. With the exception of the leg bands, which had been designed not to cut off all the blood supply, they were made to fit a two-month-old baby. I hated to think of what they would have done to me if I wasn't of further use to them.

The men pulled, prodded and jerked until it was stretched enough to be laced to the bottom of the corset. The rubber molded every crease and crevice between my legs. It shaped and mashed the soft

cushions and flaps of my cunt-mound. It made it painful to move. I was sweating like a wrestler inside the rubber underwear. I began to itch like crazy. My breath came in small, shallow gulps.

One of the men rubbed my cunt with his hand and laughed. They made me get into a tight rubber jumpsuit. I was laced into black leather boots and led away. I had to go slow. It was painful and awkward to move. I was frightened. That didn't stop the weight of the world from slipping off my shoulders as I left the whimpering of the cellblock behind.

The men took me out into the rear courtyard and turned me over to Pedro. Pedro took me by the shoulder and led me towards the big barn-like garage.

"Look-you gave me two good head-jobs when you didn't have to. They were also rougher on you than the others. I figure I owe you a little something. I'm going to lock you into a box in the truck. You're just one of several so play it cool. The driver isn't one of the sadists from inside. He hasn't gotten that far yet. He's kinda like me, doesn't like it much. Anyway-he'll be driving you down near the tip where they plan on putting you aboard ship. If you're still in the box when you get to the boat, you'll go to Argentina. I've loosened the screws on the foot-end of your box. I couldn't be obvious about it. If you kick it enough, though, it should fall off. That way it won't look like either me or the driver helped you. The driver

may be okay, but I wouldn't trust him. Wait until he stops for a sandwich and slip out then. If you get caught, don't say anything about me. All right?"

"I promise," I whispered. "I wish I had time to give you another bout with my mouth."

Pedro grinned at that. We entered the garage. He led me to an old truck. It was a flatbed, loaded down with dozens of cases. Pedro pulled the end off one closest to the back and helped me slide in.

"Do all of these carry girls?" I asked.

"No-just about six or seven."

He fastened the lid above my head. It was an extremely light, coffin like fit. The box had looked much bigger from the side. It must have been one with same kind of false bottom in it. I was cramped. I couldn't move my arms at all. It was hot. I listened uncomfortably and heard a couple of muffled sobs.

As soon as we were on the way, I started pushing at the board on the far end with my feet. I worked on it until it was ready to fall off..I had no idea where we'd stop for a rest. All I knew was that I had to have water. The heat outside was stifling. The rubber suit had drained all of the sweat it could from my system. I had to fight to keep from panicking in the close, dark box..

We rattled along for what seemed like an eternity. Finally I felt the truck slow and pull off the road. I waited a couple of minutes before pushing. The truck came to a complete stop. I

heard the driver get out. A few minutes later the truck door slammed again. I held my breath.

The end-panel of the crate fell to the ground with a clunk. There wasn't any new noise from the cab of the truck. I wormed my way out feet first. Apparently the guard hadn't heard it. Fresh air flooded in.

My shoulders came free and then my head. The glare from the sun blinded me. My eyes ached and burned. I struggled to my feet.

"What do you think you're doing?" a voice growled.

I turned hopelessly to face the driver.

"Please… " I whimpered dejectedly.

"You look like you could use a drink and sandwich," he said almost kindly.

I nodded numbly, thinking how awful it was to go to my execution on an empty or full stomach. He led me limping to the cab of the truck.

"You'd have had better luck when I reached the curvy section," he smiled. "I fixed the big side mirror just before we left. Nothing escapes me on that side now."

I sat on the seat next to him and tried to decide what to do. I'd never get the jump on him. He'd be way too alert for that. My clothes made it impossible for me to move fast enough anyway. The only thing I had left was talk. I decided to try.

After I'd had a drink and part of his sandwich, he unzipped his fly. His fingers lovingly worked the boner out of his pants.

"Come on, baby-suck my rugged cock. Show me you appreciate the sandwich and water."

I thought about telling him to go to hell. Then I remembered what Pedro had said about the guy being okay. I made up my mind immediately. I'd give him the same treatment I'd given Pedro. If I played my cards right and watched for cues, I might be able to sweet-talk my way out of this mess yet.

"If you'll at least unzip this suit so I can move a little better, you'll be able to play with my nipples..

He consented to that. He even relented and let me get completely out of it. It wasn't as difficult to get off as I had figured. The cooler air felt good. The breeze hit my drenched flesh and almost froze me. It sure felt good.

He laid my boots and suit on the floor and I bent forward. This had to be the best knob-job I'd ever given.

I was going to have to really do it up right if I was to have a chance. I stuck the tip of my tongue out and barely touched it to the crimson cockhead. Starting out slowly, I drew delicately on the hot, salty flesh. I drew roses, faces, circles, crosses and stars with my licker. I made them so tiny it would have taken a magnifying glass to read them. I caressed as lightly as a fly walking on a hot plate.

Working strictly on his prick-tip, I allowed my tongue to apply more and more pressure. Even

then, I kept the patterns as tiny as I could. I didn't make bigger designs until his prick-shaft was shivering from the tiny ones.

I let the wet designs grow and grow until I could feel his pulse pounding in the crimson velvet under my tongue. Then I licked his knob broadly, like an ice-cream cone. I touched the flat of my tongue to the round bottom of the slanted cushion. Then I drew it up until the tip of my tongue caught in his open pee-hole.

Flicking the rim of his peter for several seconds like a butterfly, I made him start to boil. I lowered my aim and began to trace tiny circles on the ultra-sensitive flesh under the rim. The driver moaned and squeezed my head.

His hands went back to my tender tits and I worked on his entire cock. I drew crosses. I whipped his rod with the tip of my licker. I licked it like a dog. I gave it a lingering massage. I made it shiver and tremble. I made it blush and bow backwards with need.

Reaching up with my fingers, I began to roll and rub his balls. I started on the base of his dick with my teeth. I held it sideways in my mouth and gnawed lightly. I gnashed my teeth and ground them from side to side.

Tilting his meat so it pointed towards the roof of the truck cab, I hooked my lower, front teeth under the rim of his blushing tool. I tightened my upper teeth just above the rim on top and began to nibble my way to his piss-slot. I gnawed back and

forth for several minutes, working him into a frenzy of desire.

My lips wrapped around his hot dick-head and I swirled my tongue around and around. Slowly, I sucked in and pushed more and more along my still swollen tongue. I felt his knob rubbing my palate and cheeks. I felt its rugged, knotted veins sliding past my teeth.

His cock started drooling. His fuck-oil mixed with my saliva. I ignored his fingers on my boobs. I ignored the pressure and discomfort of the rubber underwear. My whole life was at stake. I kept my head sliding lower and lower. His cock pushed against the back of my mouth. It angled off and slowly filled my throat.

I started back up. I blew out, letting my cheeks puff like balloons as I rose. I wiggled the tip of my trapped tongue so it tickled the bottom of the satin-smooth fuck-stick. The driver moaned in utter joy.

My hands never left his balls. I massaged and rolled them. I tugged and pinched the fleshy sac. I drew my fingertips around them. I began to bob my head up and down on his hard-on faster and faster.

The man's legs were trembling. His ass was so tight it would have crushed my finger if I'd been foolish enough to try to work it against his asshole. The muscles in his big, hairy legs rippled and turned to steel.

My mouth made funny sucking and slurping

noises. I could hear his strained breathing and feel the blood pounding hotly through his veins. He was so hot that even his belly was blushing. I couldn't read his face or eyes. They didn't give me a hint of his willingness to let me go.

I wrapped my free hand as far around his ass as I could get it. His skin turned bumpy as I stroked it lightly. The man twitched and writhed under my skillful mouth.

"Ummm," he sighed. "My cock's on fire, baby!"

I wiggled my head and felt him tremble. He didn't have to tell me his tool was on fire. I could feel it. It was so hot that it almost blistered my tongue. The fumes of his strong need gripped my nostrils and filled the cab.

Should I stop before he came and bargain for my release? It seemed like the logical thing to do. But if I did that, he'd get mad and probably beat me into submission. If I waited, would he give a shit about me? Either way was risky.

I decided not to hold out on him. My head bobbed faster and faster. I thrilled up and down his scalding dick like a pumping pelvis. I battered his crotch hair with my nose. I wet his balls with my spit. I rubbed and tickled him. I heated him wetly.

There was no holding back now. I forgot all about it as he neared the peak of his pleasure. He was panting like a mad dog. He squeezed my head like he was afraid I'd disappear. I could feel his balls vibrating. I could feel the muscles of his cock trembling as the volcano got ready to erupt deep

inside him.

It was thrilling to feel the waves of rippling pleasure carouse the length of his hot pecker. It was even more thrilling to feel the knotted veins grow bigger. The whole tool spread and expanded.

The crimson knob began to beat like a heart just before he unleashed his load. He began to sob and growl. His dick bucked like a wild horse. It rammed into my throat. It leaped back. It whipped around the inside of my mouth like a loose firehose under pressure. It sprayed everything within reach. Streamers of cum dripped from my teeth. Rivers of his jism ran into my throat. Pools of the slime collected around my tongue. Froth formed at my lips. The goo coated my palate and painted my cheeks.

It took a long time for the last of his glorious fuck-spasms to die away. He fell back on the seat sweating. His chest heaved for several minutes as he tried to bring his breathing back to normal.

I decided to work on one thing at a time. If I could convince him bit by bit, I would be much more likely to succeed.

"You've never fucked me," I whispered, running my fingers lightly over his limp prick.

"Ummm, you want me to cork your twat?" he smiled.

"I'd love to have you fill my pussy," I smiled back.

We caressed each other for some minutes without saying more. I tested and teased his dead

cock until it showed signs of life. I pinched its soggy crown and stretched it until it stiffened. Then I sprang it on him.

"You can't play with my tits or pussy when I'm dressed like this. Please let me out of them-they hurt."

The man was silent for a long time. I could see the conflict in his face. He wanted to help me. He didn't like to hurt me. On the other hand he was afraid. Finally, the thought of sticking his cock into my warm hole won out.

The relief flooded through me as the garments fell away. It was like nothing else in this world. I could breathe and move again. My muscles didn't hurt as bad and the tinting stopped.

The driver reached for me. I sank down beside him on the bunk. I smelled strongly of rubber and too much sweat. He didn't seem to mind. His hands cupped my tender boobs and began to knead them.

He was very skillful. It thrilled me to find my own body responding to his advances. After what I'd been through, I had been afraid that I'd never enjoy sex again. He was showing me how wrong I was. I was so grateful that I really put my heart into it.

Our lips locked together. Our tongues darted out. They dueled and sparred. They explored and danced. We tongue-fucked each other's mouths for several minutes. We let our hands lightly explore each other's bodies.

My big boobs melted and flattened between our tightly pressed bodies. He was hairy and it made my sensitive flesh tingle with anticipation. I felt his stiff cock pressing between my legs. I felt my remaining pubic hair rubbing his. His fingers brushed the crack of my ass. His arms hugged me and made me feel secure.

I still ached and cringed occasionally as we made out. My body was far from being healed. He was careful and I was so preoccupied with bettering my position with him that I didn't really notice the moments of pain that much.

He rolled me onto my back and broke our embrace. I reluctantly let him raise up. He scooted down a little and kissed my tits. His tongue drew circles around my nipples and made them stiff. His fingers lightly rubbed my outer labes.

He tickled my split with his fingertips and made it glow. His lips left my tits and made a trail of sparks and bumpy flesh as he worked his way to my belly button. He cleaned my navel out. I felt the delicious sensation and squirmed. His tongue went even lower. I wiggled hotly under him.

His fingers playfully pinched the delicate flesh on the very bottom of my ass. He traced the crest of my tender, pink petals and hood that hid my clit. I purred and squirmed happily.

His tongue sifted through the curly hair above my split. It drifted down between my legs where the other hair had once been. He cleaned the pussy-pads and sent shivers of warmth melting into

me. The desire started fires deep in my belly and made my cunt moist.

He had twisted around. I was able to get a hand on his burgeoning prick as he worked on me. I moved my hand back and forth, gently jacking him off. His lips sealed around my cunt. His teeth gripped the sides of my cunt-mound and nibbled lightly. I went crazy with need.

The man's middle finger plugged my cunt-hole. He rubbed the spot where my cunt-lips hooked inside. He massaged the winking meat an inch or two farther in. The nectar began to flow. It wet his invading finger and made it slick. My hips began to buck up and down. They were out of control. It was wonderful to feel this way again.

I gently applied pressure on his cock and drew him within range of my lips. I got his hot tool in my mouth and began to give it as good a workout as I'd done a few minutes before.

We thrashed around on the comfortable, but small seat. We lost ourselves in lust. Our bodies throbbed with need and desire. We strained to please each other. I lost track of time and place. Nothing mattered but my hot snatch. I smothered his burning cock with affection. I drowned it with caresses. I nibbled and teased it. I thrilled as his hot nuts rested against my nose.

He pulled away and twisted around. We were both trembling in urgent need. I forgot my danger. I forgot the pain I'd endured the last few days. All I wanted was the stiff prick in my gash. I wanted

my hole plugged and my clit rubbed.

The stiff piston found the top of my split and followed it to the pit of pleasure. It bounced over my clit. It spread my cunt-flaps. It rubbed my pee-hole and filled my aching cunt-hole with tingling, burning itching fulfillment.

I felt the gorgeous cock spread my insides and stretch the creases out. I felt it satisfy itch after burning itch. Nothing could feel this good-nothing! I tore at his back with my fingers. I waved my legs in the air. I whimpered like a puppy and purred like a kitten.

His hips rose and fell-rose and fell. His cock slid up and down-in and out. His balls bounced against my ass. His belly banged mine and our hips grated. I tried to swallow his cock whole.

We rose together. His thrusts grew quicker, deeper and longer. His panting grew louder. He was getting ready to shoot his cum into my cunt. I wriggled my hips and let my mind float free. The thrills of my own heat built like a crescendo. I exploded mindlessly under him as he shot his jism into my hot hole. He rolled off and hugged me to him.

"What happens now?" I whispered as reality flooded back.

We looked at each other for a very long time.

"You kicked the bottom out of that box and escaped. I never missed you until I reached the boat. You have to promise not to blow the whistle, though."

I promised. He helped me back into my jumpsuit, minus the horrible corset and other junk.

The road wasn't well-traveled and it was hours before I flagged down an American couple and got into town and safety. I broke my word to the driver, but by the time anyone got around to investigating, the ring had blown town.

Whenever my mind slips back to the horrors I suffered as a prisoner in that private prison of pain, I get the shakes. I can't help but wonder what would have become of me if I hadn't given a couple of blow-jobs when I did…

Content

Walter Collins
Tijuana slut

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

"NOOOOO!"

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT