Pauline The Slut - Part 30: Dogs Life 
 I woke the next morning on the floor of the cellar with my hands tied to a hanging bar. Everyone else had gone. The Mexican girl, Rosa, brought me some food and water and left. It was a few hours before Beth and Ellie arrived. 
 

They pulled the rope attached to the bar holding my hands. I was brought to my feet. Beth stood in front of me while Ellie stood behind. They ran their hands up and down my body, scraping and pinching before Beth concentrated on my vagina and Ellie on my asshole. They were soon fingering both my holes with one hand while their other hand teased my nipples and clitoris. 
 

This continued for sometime before they both looked at each other and smiled. Together they both shoved their fists up my cunt and ass. I screamed in pain. They punched in and out laughing all the time before they started to swing me from side to side and back and forth using the fists inserted inside me. My screams were continuous as their pace quickened.  
 

They only stopped when one of the men who I didn't know arrived in. He wanted to piss on me so the women lowered me to the floor and left me for him. He had me open my mouth and pissed into it. I couldn't swallow all of it and soon I was choking and there was urine running down my body. 
 

Throughout the day people came into the cellar to use me, men, women, couples and groups. Later Rosa returned with some food. When I finished she hosed me down. That evening I could hear a party going on upstairs. Later in the night everyone arrived down to the cellar and my torture at the hands of the young Rosa started again. 
 

She wheeled a trolley to the centre of the room and told me to lie face down on it. When I did, she handcuffed my hands together and pulled them above my head locking them to the top of the trolley. She then chained each ankle to a corner of the trolley. 
 

She pressed a button on the side. The trolley started to hum before rows of pins started rise from the surface piercing every part of my body. I tried to avoid the pins by raising my body from the trolley. As I did so I heard a whistling sound before feeling a stinging pain across my buttocks. Then another across my back. I looked sideways to see Rosa with a whip in her hand. Another lash, then another forcing my body on to the pins. 
 

The next day, Rosa brought me back to my dog house. People were leaving. The next few days were spent in the dog house with Rosa feeding me and letting me out to go to the bathroom. On Thursday, my husband and Beth left with some suitcases. 
 

As Rosa was feeding me on Friday, my son Donal, arrived. He sat down in a garden seat. As Rosa was about to open the dog house to let me out he shouted at her to stop. He called her over and spoke with her. She went inside the house and returned with a collar, lead and riding crop.  

  She came over to me, put the collar and lead on me. She instructed me to get on all fours and to walk on all fours. She brought me out of the dog house and walked me to the edge of some trees. I looked at her. She hit me on the ass with the riding crop and told me to go to the toilet there.   
  

I started to stand up to object when she pulled on the lead choking me while at the same time beating me with the crop. "Get back on all fours bitch. You'll go to the toilet like the slut bitch you are. Now get on with it."  
  

I looked over at my son but he just smiled. I received a few more belts of the crop. I spread my legs and started to urinate. When I finished Rosa hit me on the ass again and said "Now bend down and smell your piss." I lowered my head to the spot where I had urinated and sniffed.   
 "Time for a walk." She took me for a walk around the garden. On all fours I struggled to keep up with her. I fell over several times. She would just pull on the lead, choking me until I got back on all fours.  
 

After taking me around the garden several times she brought me over to Donal. He took the riding crop off Rosa and threw it out on the grass "Go fetch.". 
 

I looked at him, tears in my eyes. I turned and went on all fours to retrieve the crop. When I returned with the crop he had stripped naked and Rosa was on her knees sucking his cock. He continued to throw the crop for me to fetch.   
 With me on all fours he got behind me and positioned his cock against my asshole. He pushed and started to fuck me. Rosa lay in front of me with her legs spread. I was about to start eating her cunt when she urinated. It squirted straight into my face. Donal forced my head down into her cunt as the piss continued. When she finished I cleaned her cunt as Donal came in my ass.  
  

I remained on all fours for the rest of the day. Donal would pat me on the head and have me do tricks for him just like a real dog. Later that day, Rosa arrived back to the house. She handed Donal a bag. He called me over and took off my collar. He then took a new collar out of the bag. It had 'Mom' written on it. He put it on me. He then faced fucked me shooting his cum straight into my stomach.  
 

I spent the next few days on all fours been treated like a dog. Then one morning he brought me into the house there were two suitcases by the door. He handed me a short skimpy blue dress to wear. I went to take off the collar but he told me to keep it on.  
 

We headed for the airport. At the airport everyone was looking at me. As we went through security, the metal detector sounded. It was my collar. I was so embarrassed as I handed the collar to the security guard. He smirked as he read it and then looked at Donal.   
  

On the plane, I sat in the middle seat while Donal sat by the window. A middle aged man sat on the outside. As the flight went by Donal turned towards me and started to fondle my breast, then parted my legs and fingered my cunt. The man beside us took a great interest. Then Donal told me to head for the toilets. He followed me into a toilet and had me suck his cock before he got me to spread my legs and fucked me.  
 

He went back to the seat. I cleaned myself and followed him back. When I sat down he was talking to the man. "I just fucked my mother in the toilet. We're now members of the mile high club." The man looked at me. "She's your mother." He then spotted my collar.  
 

"She's sex mad." Donal said "She's a pure slut. You can take her for a fuck if you want."   
 

"Really" 
 

"Go on. She'd love too." 
 

The man got up and headed for the toilet. Donal told me to follow him. I reluctantly headed for the toilet to be fucked a second time.  

Pauline The Slut - Part 37: Anne Surrenders 
 After sometime my husband returned. Therese and Hannah had gone to bed. The twins had put a choker around Anne's neck and were manacling her legs in chains. They handed the leash connected to the choker to my husband. He pulled hard on it forcing Anne to grab the choker around her neck to stop herself from being choked. 
 

He stood over her. "Now listen slut. This can go two ways. You can accept that your daughters are going to be used for our sexual pleasure. We will do things to them that you haven't even thought of. They will be abused and degraded in so many ways. But when the holiday is over you can all go back to your darling husband and live your lives as you wish." 
 

"The alternative is that we will use them anyway and when the holiday is over you will all be sent to Mexico and sold into a life of prostitution and porn. You will never see each other again or live the nice comfortable lives that you had. Your life expectation will be less than 2 years before you die of an overdose or killed by your owner because you're not making any money." 
 

He pulled on the choker again. "So what's it to be." 

Anne was sobbing. The gag was still in her mouth so she couldn't talk even if she wanted to."I know this is a big decision so you probably need some time to think it over. The twins have a few ideas which might help persuade you." 
 

Having had my own experience with the twins I expected that whatever their plans they weren't going to be pleasant. 
 

The twins were dragging Anne by the choker down the hallway towards the kitchen. We followed them.  
 

She was forced to lay on her back on the kitchen table. The twins tied each of her hands and legs to a leg of the table so she was spread eagled. They then tied a rope across her stomach so she couldn't raise her body off the table. She began to panic and tried to say something but the gag in her mouth made it sound like a grunt. 
 

The twins took a breast each and gently fondled and caressed them before taking the nipples into their mouths. After sucking for a few minutes they both bit down hard at the same time. The gag muffled the sound of Anne's scream. As she quietened the twins placed a clamp on each nipple forcing another muffled scream from Anne's throat.  
 

She looked pleadingly to our mother but she just licked her lips in anticipation as one of the twins tied the clamps to two wires hanging from above. When she'd finished the other twin pressed a switch and the wires started to pull the clamps upwards bringing Anne's breasts with them. Anne looked on in horror as her breasts stretched out from her body. The rope tying her to the table dug into her body as she struggled against the clamps.  
 

Then she screamed as her breasts were pulled further upward. When the twins were satisfied that she couldn't be stretched anymore without causing permanent damage they switched off the machine. They pulled and slapped her outstretched breasts for a few minutes before looking at my husband.  
 

He smiled and said to them that he didn't think she had reached a decision yet. A muffled cry came from Anne as she struggled against her bonds. The twins returned with two leather straps. They caressed Anne's body with the straps as terror filled her eyes as to what was to follow.  
 

In unison, the twins raised the straps above their heads before bringing them down hard on a breast. The sound of the slaps followed by Anne's scream even through the gag filled the room. Then another slap and another. Each from a different angle and pelting every part of Anne's now purple breasts.  
 

I counted over 30 slaps to each breast before my husband nodded to the twins to stop. Tears rolled down Anne's face as her muffled sobs broke the silence.  
 

"What's it to be slut?" my husband asked her. One of the twins removed her gag. " You bastard." she screamed at him.  
 

He nodded to the twins. One brought two metal dildos to the table forcing one into Anne's cunt and the second into her ass. She screamed. Without the gag it was much louder and terrifying. 

 The second twin then attached two wires to each of the dildos. My husband walked over to a box by the kitchen worktop and pushed a button sending an electric shock to her breasts, cunt and ass. Anne screamed like never before. Just as her screaming stopped my husband hit the button again forcing another scream from her throat.  
 

"Enough" Anne roared just before my husband hit the button for a third time.  
 

My husband smiling walked over to her. "So you agree that we can use your daughters however we want while they're here." 
 

Anne nodded.  
 

"Say it slut." 
 

Defeated, Anne sobbed "You can use my daughters anyway you want while we're here." 
 

"Good" said my husband "and if you change your mind we'll bring Hannah in here for the twins to play with. Now I think you should spend the rest of the night with the twins so you don't have any second thoughts." 
 

My husband and Beth went to bed while my father came over to me and told me to suck his cock. I hadn't noticed that my mother and Donal had already gone upstairs. 

 The three girls were walking along the beach when I came down for breakfast the next morning. The rest of the family and Beth were at the table. Anne came from the kitchen with coffee and croissants. She was wearing a white t-shirt with big black letters which read "My Daughters Are Sluts". She wore nothing else except a pair of sandals with 5 inch heels.  
 

"Hello Sis, what can I get you" she said cheerfully. I was stunned at her attitude. Whatever the twins had done to her had obviously brought her to accept her and her daughters roles. I ordered some juice, coffee and pancakes.  
 

She returned with them and placed them on the table. She was about to return to the kitchen when my husband said to her "I think your sister would like her cunt eaten out while she's having breakfast." 
 

Without hesitation she crawled under the table, removed my bikini bottoms and started to lick my slit before inserting her tongue into my cunt. She continued until long after I had finished breakfast. 
 

 She was crawling from under the table when the girls returned from their walk. They took little notice of her and just sat down around the table. My husband asked for more coffee. When she came over he felt her ass and messaged her buttock before slipping a finger into her ass. He continued until he was sure that Debbie and Hannah knew what was going on. They both looked at their mother for a few moments and then continued with their conversation. 
 

He then pushed her down on the table, kicked her legs apart and stood between them. He dropped his shorts and positioned his cock against her ass. She let out a scream as he pushed into her. Everyone was now watching as he fucked her ass. 
 

"Is that good?" he asked her. 
 

"Oh yes" she replied "I love getting my ass fucked. It's my favourite. Go harder. Fuck me good." 
 

My husband drove hard burying his cock fully into her. When he finished cumming he pulled out and stood there while she got down on her knees and cleaned his cock. She then started to clear the dirty dishes from the table. 

"When are we heading into town?" Therese asked."10.30" my mother replied "we better get ourselves ready."

Terror Weekend ( Part 1 )

You wake up. Feeling your arms stretch at the shoulders, your feet dragging on the floor. The sound of metal clinking.

You try to spit the foul taste out of your mouth as you shake your head trying to get the blurriness out of your eyes.

And you realize, there is a cloth in your mouth. Tied tight. Hurting the corners of your lips.

A muffled grunt come from you as more weight falls on your shoulders. They are being yanked up and up and your body is being forced to stand.

You start to struggle, your body shivering all over as if you are freezing, and soon all of your struggling seems to do is get you swinging in the air as your feet clear the ground. All your weight on what feels like handcuffs digging into your wrists.

There is another metal clank.
and your wild swing steps as your toes reach the ground.

You hear a shuffle behind you.
Suddenly your head snaps back as your hair is yanked from the back.
To see a leering face ... not a real face ... A mask. A horrifying pig like snout pattern on it.

"Time for fun fucktoy!" growls the lips the mask doesn't cover.

The eyes though ... you will always remember the steel blue eyes ... as you realize the shivering is because you are completely nude.

And then your head snaps back into place as your hair is let go.
Tears are forming in your eyes, your chest is heaving and your pulse racing.

"WTF?" you think.

Last you remember was going to your car after a movie. Parked in the top of the garage.
And a smell, a sound like a shuffle. And that foul taste you just tried to spit out.

"Now what would I like best to use on a little fucktoy?" you hear behind you.

Some metal clinking. Like shuffling through a lot of tools.

Your eyes widen with fear.

"MMMM good. But not sharp enough."

Silence for a second then you hear a screeching noise. Your trembling now not just from cold. You are fucking terrified.
You KNOW what is going to happen, but where are you? WHO is that?

You try to scream out "Just let me go!"
But it is muffled.
And softer than the screeching ... the incessant screeching.

Your mind wanders ... what the hell? What is that screech?

OMG you think ... he is SHARPENING something!

Then you hear an exasperated grunt.

"No ... this just won't do!"

And you hear steps behind you. Steps going around you to the front of you.
And he is there. Shirtless, denim slacks, not much hair on his chest but enough to know.
Muscles wiry, not huge. Skin showing some age, not young.
Big strong hands though ... strong hands holding the biggest fucking knife you have ever seen!

And he throws the knife down point first at your feet .. KerCHUNK.

You can see him leering at you.
You hate how panicked you are ... because you know it is making your breasts heave ... turning him on more.

And he steps close to you. Grabs your hair. And kisses you HARD ... bruising your lips, scratching your cheeks and chin with the stubble from a poor shave.

YOU kick back and struggle. And all he does is ram his fingers into your pussy.
Two of them.

"Fuck ... the little fucktoy is WET!"

And he frigs ... fast and furious.
And to your shame what you hear from the frigging? Is a sloppy slushy wet sound as your abdomen contracts, your hips start to shake, and your legs tremble.

No way ... no way ... you are not going to cum ... not like this.

But he stops and walks away from you. Licking his fingers. cleaning them of your juices.

He looks at you.

Steel blue eyes. Then the knife he threw at your feet.

"That is a rope from the ceiling. The knife is sharp enough to cut it. If you can get to the knife. It is a nice knife. Just won't hold the edge for what I want to do to you.
Think about it while I am gone buying a new one.
What I am going to do to my little fucktoy when I get back.
I am almost eager though for you to escape. I will just have to hunt you down again"

And he smiles and walks out the door.

Leaving you naked, bound to the ceiling, your means of escape or protection just out of your reach.
A body aching from the constriction, and getting so close to a mind-blowing cum.
And fear in your mind.
At what he will do when he returns if you don't get to that knife.
And at how you almost don't want to escape.

This is my confession/story of what my life is like struggling with the demon that lies within me. I apologize in advance for the length of the confession/story but I feel I need to get so much of this out and off my chest. I understand that some might be disgusted with this story and my actions, but do know that we all have demons of some sort within us and you can judge me or whatever you want. This is who I am and there is nothing I can do to change that fact.

On the outside I look like I am living the perfect American dream life. I'm in my late 30s, a former jock athlete, happily married to the cute, fit, blonde former college cheerleader who still likes to fuck like its going out of style. Three happy and healthy kids. A great house in the nicest of suburbs my city has to offer (that also comes with a big mortgage, but I digress). A very successful career and all the spoils that come with that including a decent income and reasonable wealth. Lots of friends and weekends spent going to my kids games and recitals, and nights BBQ'ing and drinking with neighbors. Basically the envy of many men and what should be the charmed life.

But there is something that has always been inside me that is missing with that perfect life. It is a demon that needs to be satisfied otherwise it takes over my existence. It doesn't just spring up out of nowhere and grab me. No, it builds over time slowly, sometimes months or a year, with little hints or actions that make me slightly aware that it is still there and there is nothing I can do but give it what it wants. That is the only way to come back down to earth and "normalcy".

The day that the demon decides is the day to force me into action would seem like any other to those around me. I sit in meetings or on calls outwardly actively engaged in what is going on, but my head is somewhere else flooded with thoughts of what is to come by days end. As my afternoon drags on, I start to put the demon's plan into motion. My cock is already rock hard under my desk as the anticipation builds. I call my wife and tell her that a big crisis has come up at work and don't expect me home in time for dinner or even maybe before she goes to bed. She would never suspect a thing as I am a high ranking corporate officer who often needs to work late or weekends. I would never stray from our vows as I am the perfect husband who is sexually satisfied at home...or am I, I really don't know?

6 o'clock rolls around and I wait for everyone else to one-by-one depart the office for the day. After seemingly all have left, I grab the nondescript gym bag that is in the corner coat locker of my office. While anyone else would assume it just contains my gym clothes, the reality is it contains the tools that the demon knows I will need to satisfy his lust. I take my bag and walk to the elevator and down to the lobby. Once in the lobby I bypass the elevators to the garage where my car sits waiting to return me to my suburban dream life, and walk straight out the front doors of my building. I turn left and walk the 2 blocks to the subway station. Instead of getting on the train that could also return me to the suburban utopia with the rest of the suited masses, I instead get on the line that takes me to a part of town that couldn't be more different than my home.

I exit the subway and night has already fallen. The sounds of the city are all around me, but I hear nothing. I have become more like a zombie possessed and oblivious to the outside world. The police and fire sirens and calls of beggars asking for change pass by my ears as if they didn't exist and I head straight to where I need to be. I turn the corner into the side alleyway and there is it, the large, black, heavy, metal door in an unmarked building is all that stands between me and the relief from the demon that I so desperately need. I ring the buzzer and and hear the familiar click that unlocks the door and allows my entry into my sanctuary.

Upon entering, I am now in the sterile 6x6 room with another door straight ahead and a bulletproof looking glass window to my left. Behind it sits a man smoking a cigarette and looking like he'd rather be any place but here. I slide a $20 bill into the little revolving door in the window, looking past the man at the assortment of items for sale on the shelves behind him. On the ledge to my right is a big cardboard box full of condoms under a sign that says to be safe and and take as many as you need. No worries I say to myself, my bag contains all of what the demon needs. The man puts a plain white towel and a locker key into the revolving door and spins it around in my direction. I grab them hurriedly and move towards the second door which again unlocks with that familiar click as I push my way through.

Now inside the inner sanctum of the demon, I enter into the locker room. Several others are milling around and faint grunts and noise can be heard in the distance. I find my assigned locker and open it up. I disrobe from the constraints of my corporate attire and wrap the towel that barely reaches all the way around my muscular build around my waist. I open my gym bag and pull out my old gym flip flops and the smaller toiletry bag that contains my tools...a bottle of Wet lube and various condoms including several magnums just in case. I slide the flops on my feet, close and lock my locker, place the key in my small little toiletry bag and head to the shower room a few feet away.

I enter the showers and there are a few men in there. It seems as though all eyes are on my as I walked up to a showerhead. I place my bag and towel on the hook and turn on the water feeling a rush of heat pour over my body. In the corner a man is leaning against the wall while another man is on his knees servicing his cock. Another guy is standing under his showerhead stroking as he watches. I hit the lever on the soap dispenser and begin to soap up my body, paying particular attention to my cock and asshole. I turn and see two other guys embracing, stroking each other and passionately kissing as one looks over constantly at me. I begin to stroke myself as well as my cock has risen to a mild erection as my other soap covered hand teases and pokes my asshole. Another man enters and takes the showerhead next to me and gives a nod to gauge my interest, but not yet, not the right guy just yet. I turn off my water and pat myself dry with my towel before slinging it over my shoulder, grab my bag and exiting the showers.I walk out the side door of the locker room into a hallway. Again multiple men are mulling around whether naked or with towels around them. As I walk some reach out as if trying to grab my semi-rigid cock, but I keep moving to the big glass door on my right and enter the large steam room. Words are rarely spoken to each other, it is purely signals and actions.

The steam room is like an moving mess of body parts. Men are fucking and sucking in group play that is hard to even describe. There is one handsome younger twink who is on his hands and knees getting fucked from behind while sucking on a large bear's cock. The twink is just the look that the demon likes but he is otherwise occupied. The mass of fucking and sucking is enough to rise my cock to full attention but the steam room is not where the demon wants to be satisfied. I stand in the corner for a minute and stroke myself before heading back out into the hallway. The dimness of the light really only allows for you to see more shapes and figures, not the details of the person you are passing. I continue down the hallway and the sound of the bass pumping music gets louder. Me personally in my everyday life couldn't stand this type of music, but the demon inside me loves it and sort of sways to the beat. As I turn the corner at the end of the hall I enter a maze of small rooms with sterile cots, some of the doors are closed and some with them open where single men wait for their next lover to arrive in various states of pose. Some on their knees, others standing and more lying or sitting on the cots. Some rooms already contain two or more men in a wanton state of lust, sucking and fucking every which way possible. While I get nods and signals from several of the men, I decide to push further and find an empty room to set up shop, which I finally do find a few more doors down.

I enter the room and hang my towel on the wall hook. I place my bag of tools next to the cot and take my position on my knees. Within seconds a man who I would say is about my age is standing at my door. I am not picky for my first cock and I motion for him to enter as he quickly does. Nothing is said as he drops his towel and I reach up grabbing his cock in my hand. I slowly stroke him and then pull him closer and begin to lick his nice mushroom tip. I lick the underside of his cock and then dive right in taking him fully in my mouth. I suck furiously for about 2 minutes before he tenses up and I pull his cock out as he shoots his load all over my chest and the floor. He picks up his towel and turns and walks out.

The demon feels slightly better after being doused with some hot cum, but is nowhere near being satisfied. I sit on the edge of the cot and wait for the next man to catch my interest to look inside my room. As I lean back against the wall and stroke my throbbing cock, several more men stand at the doorway, but I turn my gaze away as none interest me much. Those with the proper etiquette know to then walk on to somewhere else. FInally a younger man, not really a twink, but more a jock like myself in my early twenties stops at my door. I smile and he smiles back and I motion with my head for him to come inside. He sits next to me on the cot and reaches over to grab my cock. I return the favor and grab his nice sized, not to big but just big enough, cock. We stroke each other and begin to kiss. My other hand caresses his nicely built chest. After another few minutes, he pushes me back to laying on the cot and moves his mouth to my hard dick. He begins to suck me off nice and slow, as if he was savoring every little bit of me. It feels so good but I know I need to hold out from cumming or the demon will punish me for sure. He lifts my balls and I instinctively push my ass out and bring my legs up towards my chest. He begins to lick and tongue my asshole, swirling his tongue around before plunging it inside of me then back out again, repeating for quite a while all while slowly stroking my cock with his hand. He moved back to licking the underside of my dick and slowly started pushing his fingers inside me, first one, then two and eventually three. It felt so good to feel that feeling again.I pulled him up to me and raised him to his knees sitting above his chest and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes before pulling his head down towards me, kissing him and then saying into his ear that I need him inside me now. He nods in agreement and I reach down and grabbed a condom and rolled it out onto his dick. I grabbed some of my lube and drizzled it onto his cock and then squeezed a little into his hand which he instantly reached back and rubbed on my asshole and pushed inside with his fingers. He slid back down my body and pushed my legs back towards my chest and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me. That initial feeling of pressure and a little pain quickly subsided as my willing hole opened up and took him into me.

He continued to pump himself into me for a few minutes as we took turns stroking my cock. It was just then that I caught the gaze of someone at the doorway and realized it was the young twink from the steam earlier. I smiled at him and ran my hands up and down my current lovers chest to then get his attention and gauge whether he was willing to have someone else join us. He shook his head yes and we both in unison motioned with our nods for the youthful guy to enter. He came over and right away kneeled on the ground next to the cot and took my cock in his mouth. I pulled at him to indicate he should get on the cot and in a 69 position with me. He quickly jumped up and straddled my face and went back to servicing my cock as the other guy continued to fuck my asshole. I lapped at his asshole for a minute doing my best to strain my neck and rim him well then he lifted his ass up higher and his cock popped right into my mouth. We sucked each other off briefly but my straining cock was dying to be inside his young twink ass. I pulled at him to grab his attention and mouthed "I want to be in you" which he nodded in agreement. I reached down and grabbed a condom as he dismounted our 69 position and he turned around to sit on my stomach. We rolled the condom on me and then lubed up my cock and his ass. He then grabbed my cock and slid it with ease into his willing hole probably so easily from being loosened up from the pounding he took in the steam room. The three of us fucked in unison while I stroked the young twinks cock. I think with this action we all knew we would last much longer so we really picked up the pace. I started to feel a swelling in my ass and knew that my first lover was ready to blow. He continue to fuck and I saw him arching back with his eyes closed then felt one last deep push and he filled his condom up with his cum deep inside my hole. This was all I needed to finally release and I shot my load inside of my newest lover in an intense orgasm like I can't even describe. Finally the young twink shot his load, albeit not a huge load, all over my chest. The first guy pulled out of me, grabbed his towel and quickly left the room. The second guy sat on my cock still grinding a little as if to get every last drop out of me.I rubbed his cum into my chest and also rubbed his chest. He leaned down and gave me a little peck, then got up and walked out.

Right then I felt a wave of relief wash over my body. I knew the demon had been satisfied. I grabbed my towel and my small bag and headed rapidly back to the locker room, not making eye contact with any of the shadowy figures along the way. I washed off in the showers paying no mind to the men engaged in various activities around me. I went to my locker, reapplied my corporate wear making myself look just as I had when I walked in. I put my towel in the trash can near the exit of the locker room, walked toward the front entrance room and through the inner door, then dropped my locker key into the slot in the window and exited to the outside world through the heavy metal door to return to my regular life. A feeling of disgust and guilt came over me. Every time I leave I say to myself that maybe this will be the last time, but I know deep down inside, that demon is just laying dormant, waiting for his chance and maybe next month or next year he is going to show himself again and I will need to answer his call. We can try to fight our demons but all too often it is a fight you cannot win.

( part one can be found here https://motherless.com/boards/member/Chromenhawk/recent ))

Terror Weekend ( Part 2 - The Return )

Your breath was coming in short pants. You don't know how long it has been. Your rib cage is aching. You are scared. You read somewhere that if a person is actually hung by their wrists long enough the lungs collapse.

Your whole body is aching from shivering. Being naked is getting to you. The fucker has you hurting so bad and has barely even hit you. Just the environment is giving the beating.

The bleeding has stopped on your right foot. You almost had the knife. But it cut between your toes and when you flinched you knocked the knife over.

Then you hear the muffled sound of an engine approaching and stop. A car door open and close.
OMG ... he is back ... oh fucking thank god!

The door rattles and he walks in. His shirt in his hand a bag dangling from his fist. The mask still on.
He looks at the knife knocked over and you can sense his smile.
He looks at you and sees the look of relief on your face. That you are HAPPY he is back.

And the shivering stops. Replaced by a cold anger and focus. No way. No way is that smirking bastard going to get pleasure from your relief at his being there.

He walks up t you and runs his hand up your thigh, over your hip, and along your side to your left breast. You glare at him willing the thought "I am going to cut your balls off and fry them" into his head.

He smirks more and grabs the nipple and TWISTS HARD ... and keeps twisting harder and harder until your eyes close in tears and you moan out in agony.
Then he lets the nipple go and you are gasping and heaving again.
you feel his hand between you legs running the slit once, twice. Then open your eyes him licking his fingers.

You try to glare back again willing him to hear "So what. I am wet. My body betrays me, but you WON'T get the satisfaction of my mind."
You know this game. Maybe not this intense .. but you know it.

He walks behind you and you hear a thud. He probably threw the bag on the table.

Then you hear a whir and feel a strong wind on your backside. Cold freezing. The bastard turned the fan on. A little dragging as you are cussing him out and a click an hum and the air on your back suddenly becomes warm. Soothing warm.

You feel him behind you, blocking parts of that oh so wonderfully warm wind, and your feet are pulled together. And something is being wrapped around the ankles. Looking down yuo see it is vinyl tape.

His mouth is on your ass then. kissing, licking the sweat. A nip and a bite. The moan escapes your mouth through the gag. So soft and sensual. So much like the fuckhead is worshiping your ass. But the softness with the warmth feels so good.

And then his mouth is gone and you feel the full strength of the warm air. Drying his saliva on your ass.
Almost drying the fluid between your tied together legs. The leaking you had from that soft sweet mouth on your ass.
You let your head drop and shake it. NO!
No letting him think you like it in your mind.

A click and your hands get yanked up a bit, the agony of stretching , but then the clink clink of the metal and you fel your body getting lowered.

Not sure if you are relieved or not. He is ready to use you. But GOD! The relief of the chains and being stretched out after all those hours he was gone.

You body pools to the floor and you sob. And the fan is changed again so it is blowing over your whole body.
You relax into it but mind tense for the assault to come.

You hear the clatter of a chair and a little rustle.
And again the screech ... the damn screeching.

You look back. He is sitting there, sharpening the most wicked knife you have ever seen. Just sharpening. Barely paying attention to you.
Next to him is a big fan blowing air through a space heater.
All he did was protect the health of his fucktoy. Broken toys don't give blowjobs ... you hear that once.
He s just sitting there and the screech of the whetstone on the knife is driving you nuts.

And you remember the OTHER knife. The one he threw down earlier that cut your foot.
You relax. Let the warm air work into your muscles. Wait for him to get into his routine. You will teach him not to think.

Carefully you shift your body. AS if trying to get comfortable. To let the hot air from the fan get to other cold parts.

You wait.
You let your body stop trembling. Although it is aching.
YOu lay your head on your arm as if you are sleeping. And you so want to. But you pay attention. He runs his thumb along the edge of the blade and then starts to dig through a tool box for something.

And you reach out carefully and quietly for that knife. The one he forgot about. Fingertips touching the hilt. Ready ... for

Suddenly you feel yourself pinned to the ground. His whole body against yours.
Your cheek being ground into the wood floor. His breath on the back of your neck.

"I so wish you had gotten to it. It would have been more fun. But I won't let you win by not trying hard enough."

You feel him squirming on your back and then feel his pants sliding down. As he hold your face to the floor by the back of the neck.
His knee pins the small of your back and you feel a sharpness descend down your calf as he cuts through the bindings of your ankle bonds.

As soon as they are free you start to kick. and start to reach even harder for that knife. Just so close to your fingers. He PINNED you ... The fool didn't knock that knife away!

Suddenly he slams your face into the floor HARD ... and your eye and forehead hurt where he slammed it.
He slams AGAIN and AGAIN.
And you know you are about to pass out.

Your body feels flipped. Your legs shoved apart and you look up ... the darkness fading.

Just as you feel him enter you.
You try to scream ... and you realize you are screaming at YOUR body.
Because when he slid in? He had no problem. You were so wet, it just went right in.

His left hand wraps around your throat and you can feel him squeezing. Your breath catches. Your hands pushed above your head.
You knees, sliding along his hips with each thrust.
Your betrayer feet, on his ass. Not just held out unwillingly but on his fucking ass, pulling him in.

No breath, no gasp, mother fucker holding your arms above your head and chewing on your tits.
fingertips brushing the edge of that sweet knife you almost got ... sweet enough if you could just grab it and plunge it in his back.

And your hips tremble, your thighs quiver, your vision dwindles down to a pint from the lack of oxygen ... he is about to shoot ... you can tell ... if only ... the knife ...

And you feel warmth in your pussy ... a lurch, a growl, a grunt and ... the whole splash and you know ... not even a condom ...
and you cum with him ... in an explosive cum ...

as
his
fingers
around
your neck
make
you
BLACKOUT

Written by myself

LITTLE TEASE NEXT DOOR Part 2

Shae woke up the next morning alone in her bed feeling very hungover and her body was sore. Her head was pounding. *Geez what happened last night* she thought. She was unable to recall right away how she even made it home. Slowly it started coming back to her. As she sat up she had visions of getting fucked. Hardcore fucked. By Joe.

*Wait Did that actually happen? Was it a dream?*

She looked under her bed and pulled out her special toy box. Everything seemed to be in its place. She grabs her cell phone and texts her best friend asking what time they left the bar that night and when did she drop her off at her house.

Her pussy was sore. It couldn't have been a dream.

She thought maybe she was losing her mind. She thought about going next door and asking him about it. How awkward of a conversation would that be if he didn't fuck her to madness last night.

She was feeling conflicted. If he raped me, why am dripping wet thinking about it.

If he didn't rape me why am I thinking so much about him doing it?

She took a shower letting the hot water relax her back muscles a bit before lathering her body in soap. She ran her hands all over and found a couple of bruises on her wrists. *There's no way I was dreaming* she thought.

She got out of the shower and got dressed and decided she'd just go over and ask him casually how his night went and if she remembered correctly about him helping her with her keys to the door.

She put on a cute little yellow low cut sundress and sandals and she walked over to Joe's house. Surprisingly he was not on his porch. She rings the doorbell to his big brick 2 story house that dwarfed her little 1 bedroom 1 bath house.

She was about to ring the doorbell again when she heard his footsteps nearing the door. He answered the door with a smile on his face, "Well hello there Shae, what can I do for you?"

"I just had a question" He gestured for her to come inside which she hesitates but still walks in. He closes the door behind them and he leads her to the couch in the living room to have a seat.

"So, what was your question?" he asks sitting in the recliner chair beside the couch.

Shae clears her throat, "Well, I mean this is gonna sound silly, but I had this really vivid crazy dream last night."

"Did you? " He says with a devious grin.

"You were in it." she says. Her voice suddenly growing hoarse and giving her a bit of a cough.

"Before you tell me about it, would you like something to drink?" he asks politely.

"Yes please. Sorry I am kind of dehydrated."

"It's no problem"

He comes back with a blue gatorade and Shae guzzles a good majority of it.

"Better?" he asks.

"Yes, thank you so much." She answers.

"Now, about this vivid crazy dream?"

"Yes well, I uhm, came home drunk from the bar last night."

"Oh. Only that part wasn't a dream. I saw you bust your ass last night and lose your keys. Remember?"

Shae paused and said, "Oh so that part actually..?"

He nodded his head slowly while smiling deviously at her. Shae began to feel kind of faint and dizzy.

"So did you come. In-into my, into th-the house I mean." She said. Her vision was reducing to a colorful blur. Then it begins to fade.

"Oh I came sweetie. I came all up in that pussy and made it mine remember?" he says moving himself to the couch closer to her as her eyes start closing and she can hardly hold herself upwards.

Shae heard him but she was barely clinging to consciousness. She weakly whispers "No.."

"I'm your fucking daddy. I can't believe you forgot so soon. That's okay, your tight ass is about to get a new lesson." He tells her just as she falls over slumped over on his couch.

"He flips her onto her back and rips open the dress to get those perfect titties out to play again.

"This time baby, you're not leaving. You're gonna be just the prettiest little basement & bedroom decoration." He says with both hands grabbing her tits massaging them and flicking her pink little nipples about as he does.

"You're fucking mine."

ー

Shae's eyes felt like they weighed more than she did. There was a very dull LED light on the other side of a wall that she could see. She looked around and let her eyes adjust. She felt cold and when she went to move she realized that she was laying on a mattress in a basement chained by one of her ankles. She had her little dress on still but it was torn at the chest leaving her cleavage out on display. She grabbed the chain and followed it to find it was attached to a metal U ring tie down that was concreted to the ground.

*Oh my God* she thought.

Then she exploded with rage.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE! JOE!! JOE YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHAT THE FUCK! LET ME GO!! HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!"

Joe appears from around the wall.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of her mattress didn't she?" He says calmly.

"Why?"

"I told you, you're fucking mine."

"You can't just keep me here. People will be looking for me."

"And?"

"Please let me-"

"Shut the fuck up" He said sternly as he started to walk over. Shae backed up and tripped falling back on the mattress. Joe suddenly lunged at her pinning her down with his body as she squirmed and struggled beneath him. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Who fucking owns you."

"Fuck you!"

*Slap*

"Who's your fucking daddy bitch?"

"You're not my fucking daddy!"

*Slap*

"That's not what you were screaming last night."

"Fuck you! I was drunk!"

*slap"

"Do you think that matters? You want this. Why else would you have come over? You wanted daddy to rape you again. You know that's what you want , what you deserve. What you fucking exist for."

"Noo" She whines with her face throbbing from him slapping her.

"Oh yes. Daddy's gonna hurt you with his big cock every fucking day and you're gonna fucking love it."

Shae softly crying softly whispering "No, no..."

Joe ignores her and he puts her two wrists together to keep them pinned with one hand above her head as his free hand starts to grope her titties. Her nipples were still sore from being pulled and twisted so hard the night before. Everytime he touched them they send a shockwave of pain and pleasure throughout her whole body.

He reached down between her legs rubbing her pussy through her little dress and panties.

"Mmmm this is no longer yours. It is mine. It will be shaved when I say, played with as I say and fucked as I say. Do you understand me?"

Shae doesn't answer but instead just stares up at him with watery fear & hate filled eyes.

"Perhaps I just need to intoxicate you again to get you to look at me with those submissive eyes once again. Or maybe some heavy drugging so I can brainwash you. Hmm? Would you like that?" he says.

She shakes her head no. He smiles and says too bad.

Stands up and forces her up by her hair and over to a sawhorse sex bench in the corner with a mirror in front of it. He forces her to bend over it and he straps her down facing the mirror.

"I made you a promise last night that I was gonna take every hole on your body. I have yet to fulfil that promise my little tease."

Joe takes off his clothes as his eyes remained locked on her, admiring how good she looks tied bent over that sawhorse with that helpless expression on her face. His cock springs free and he begins to stroke it. Then he walks up and slaps it on her face a few times ordering her to open her mouth. She hesitates at first until Joe reared his hand back to slap her again and so she opens her mouth.

Joe slams right into her throat making her gag hard on his cock. He had his hands on each side of her head to make sure she choked on his cock properly. "Mmmm you can take it further down your throat than that. Relax your throat and this face fucking will be easier on you."

What choice did she have? She tried her best to relax her throat so his cock would slide down it easier. She hated obeying him but really she didn't want to puke all over him either. He had his cock going in and out of the back of her throat to where she was literally swallowing the head of his cock with each thrust. Drool was all over and her eyes were watering like crazy. She looked up at him with those watery eyes when he barked a command at her to do so and when she did he'd look down into them with awe as if her almost suffocating on his cock was the most precious sight in the world to him.

"You better not waste a fucking drop of my cum little girl or daddy is going to punish you hard" Her eyes widen as she didn't expect him to cum in her mouth just yet but before she could even take another gasp of air he grabbed her head and pressed it hard down onto his cock as she felt his hot cum shooting down her throat hole.

"Swallow baby. Swallow it! Yeahhh!"

Shae felt so filthy.

"Good girl he said finally releasing her head and he walked away from her over to a drawer where he pulled out a dildo, a ball gag and a vibrating wand.

"Since you were a good girl, I am going to reward you."

She looked at him curious as to what he was going to do while still adorned with her helpless expression. Oh how Joe loved his personal fuck toy.

"Open"

Shae opens her mouth to accept the ball gag into it. Then Joe sets up the wand on her clit and ties it to where it can't move and then he rubs the dildo on her asshole and shae squirmed in protest. He laughed and suddenly shoved it into her pussy, fucking her with it a bit as he flipped on the wand. Fuck it felt so good. No matter how she wanted to deny it he was going to make her cum for him yet again.

Joe could tell from her gagged moans and the movement of her body as he played with her that she was about to have an orgasm ripping through her entire body. But he suddenly stopped, pulling the dildo out and turned the vibrator off, denying her the orgasm.

Oh did this piss Shae off. She let out a moan full of distress, need and a bratty "But whyy?!" sound to it. Joe laughed and asked "Aww. Poor baby girl doesn't like being denied orgasms now does she?"

He laughs deviously stroking his big already hard again cock.

"Dont worry baby" Joe then spits on her asshole and Shae whimpers and shakes her head no, knowing she's about to have her virgin asshole taken by Joes porn star sized cock. She knew his girth would rip her asshole and stretch her to fit him inside. She felt him rub the tip at her tight hole.

*Oh god! No!*

She struggled like crazy in her restraints and joe took some of Shae's wetness up from her pussy to her asshole as Shaes anticipatory whining and pleading grew louder. With one hard merciless thrust he plunged his huge cock deep into her asshole and turned her whines into loud screams. She never felt so helpless, filthy and in pain as he ripped her ass with his cock. As he started pulling out it hurt even worse but as soon as he got his cock to where the tip was almost out of her hole he rammed it right back in.

She screams again and whimpers as joe starts to steadily fuck her asshole.

"Oh fuck yeah baby take this fucking dick!"

He suddenly rams the dildo back in her pussy at the same time making Shae let out the most perfect surprised helpless cry then he flipped the wand back on.

Shae couldnt take it, feeling so full with all of her holes were currently filled with dick, dildo and a gag. It was overwhelming. She felt it coming though. An orgasm with the most torturous intensity she's ever experienced. Joe seeing her body tense ready to release, gave her that release with the the touch of the button turning the wand on hi.

Shae's orgasm ripped through from her toes through to the tip of her head. Her body convulsed and her mind was absent any thought other than that of the hardest orgasm she has ever had in her life that continued to ripple through her body sending after shock like shudders.

The clenching of her hole on his cock had him on the verge of cuming deep in her ass.

It was when he saw the look of submission in her eyes again that he finally filled her ass with his cum.

He moans out as he feels his cock start spewing cum into her. She was his. She is property. His property. A fucking toy to be kept, used, put on display.... And the perfect specimen to breed.

Pauline The Slut - Part 16: Abused

I collapsed to the floor when he released me from the wall. He went back to the bedroom. I tried to follow but my body was wrecked with pain and I was exhausted. I just lay where I was and fell asleep. When I woke, the terror of the night before returned to my mind. I decided to get out of this torture chamber before Gary returned.

I crawled to the bedroom. There was no one there. I hadn't the energy to go any further. I climbed onto the bed and collapsed. I don't know how long I lay there before I was dragged from the bed by the hair. I screamed as I fell to the floor and was pulled towards the torture chamber. I saw Gary and my husband filming me. I tried to tear at the hand grabbing me but it was in a glove. I tried to grab on to some of the furniture but the men would kick my hands away as soon as I got hold of something. I was back in the room, terrified and screaming.

My hands were tied together to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Ellie then pulled on the rope, my hands rose above my head. I was forced to my knees and then my feet as she continued to pull the rope. My feet left the ground and I was dangling in the air. She swung me around to face her.

She was dressed in a black leather body suit with her breasts hanging out and her crotch on display. She wore long black studded gloves. I watched as she went to the wall and took down a whip. She swung it through the air. The cracking sound filled me with fear. She came over to me and gently stroked my body with the whip. She took a few steps away from me and swung the whip through the air.

I watched in disbelief as the whip flew through the air, struck my stomach and wrapped around my body. I looked down to see the red mark where it struck me. Then I felt the pain. It was like being cut by a giant paper cut. I let out a scream at the same time as the second lash tore into my breasts and my upper back. A third and fourth lash followed.

She came over and spun my body around. The lashes were now hitting every part of me. I looked down to see a criss cross pattern of red stripes covering my body. I was so traumatised that I hadn't noticed that she had stopped until she knelt in front of me, spread my legs and buckled my ankles to a metal bar. My legs were now forced apart.

She got up off her knees and started to suck my breasts while her gloved hand stroked my vagina and played with my clitoris. Her fingers started spreading my pussy lips apart. She slid one finger and then two inside me. She was rough as she pushed a third followed by a fourth finger into me. She was was moving her fingers in and out when I felt her thumb join them.

"Please stop. You're hurting me."

She looked into my eyes and smiled. She then rammed her fist right up me. The pain exploded in my brain. The studs on the knuckles of the glove ripped my insides. I screamed loudly as she pulled out and rammed her fist back in to me. She continued, each time pushing further until her wrist and arm were also buried in me.

She started to twist her hand inside me which forced my swinging body to twist with her. My screams continued for the next while as she fisted in and out of my battered and bruised vagina. It seemed to last forever. She eventually stopped and lowered my body to the ground.

I had forgotten about our husbands. They both now stood over me with their cocks in their hands. Ellie held a camera. The two of them started to urinate on me. Their pee found the cuts made by the whip bringing my pain to a new level. My wounds stung as I screamed at them to stop. They eventually ran out of pee.

I lay lay there my body destroyed as the three of them left the room chatting and laughing. Soon I heard the three of them in the bedroom having sex.

I'm not sure this kind of thing is asked on a site like this... I guess I haven't really checked out the boards, so if this is incorrect, I apologize. Anyway, I JUST turned 18 about a month ago, and as odd as this is to ask in this kind of place, but I'd really like to make some friends.
I don't have friends where I am, and my last school year just started so it's kind of shitty not to have friends.. but, uh, I'm very into video games, but not things like COD, I mean, Metal Gear is about as close as I get to COD. Anyway, I'm obsessed with Pokemon (old and new) and I play a lot of Minecraft so you can imagine the amount of 12-15 year olds I have to talk to. I'd prefer making friends who can play stuff like Minecraft or Ragnarok 2 with. Ugh I kind of sound like a 12 year old myself.. uh, well I guess, I really like 20s-80s music, and some 90s/2000s. I really love history and history movies, I'm really into horror and ghost things... uhm, I guess an age limit would be like, 35? Just because my best friend who I had met on omegle about 7 years ago is 26, and a few other people online who are quite a bit older, so I'd like to keep it at least a little open for age.
I won't send pictures until I get to know you, and that's just normal pictures of me. I'm going to admit I REALLY don't try to make myself look pretty. I mean, no make-up or anything. So anyway, I'd really like some one I can play games with and Skype with (I don't video, some pretty bad past experiences with a few exes) So I guess if you're interested PM me?
Again, sorry if this isn't then place..

Pauline The Slut - Part 49: Pain 
 When I came around my body was in pain. I looked down at my aching breasts. There was dried blood on both and also down my thighs. I heard a grunting sound to my right. I looked over and saw my husband pushing Hannah's head up  and down on his cock. He was forcing the full length down her throat. I could tell she was struggling  from her flaying hands and tears running down her face. I felt no sympathy for her.  
 

I was watching the scene when I heard a sound whistle through the air before I felt the pain across my shoulder and back. I turned to look behind me. It was a mistake. This time the lash fell across my breasts forcing a scream from me. I'd forgotten about Debbie.  
 

She was standing there with a whip in one hand and some chain cuffs in the other.  She raised the whip above her head and swung it down towards me. This time I managed to deflect most of the whip with my arm but before I realised it she was on top of me turning me onto my stomach.   
 

She cuffed both my hands behind my back then turned me over and cuffed my right leg to the leg of a table.  My left one was cuffed and I was spread uncomfortably wide so she could cuff the other end to a metal ring beside the fireplace. My breasts and cunt were completely exposed to her whip. 
 

"Please No!" I begged as she sneered viciously down at me. I watched in horror as she picked up the whip and swung it over her shoulder. The whip hissed through the air and tore into my breasts slicing  the tender flesh and drawing blood. "ARRRGGW!" I screamed as the whip cut through the air again, this time slashing across my stomach. 
  

"NNNARRGGGOOW!" I howled, my body jerking helplessly trying to avoid the lashes. Debbie laughed as she inspected the red strips she had inflicted on me. She then positioned herself so that the next blow would land directly on my cunt. I tried to twist away from the blow but my legs were spread so far apart that it was hopeless.  
 

I was trembling in terror anticipating the onslaught. The whip flung towards my spread legs and sliced the tender flesh of my cunt. Another scream ripped from my throat. I felt blood trickling from me when another lash landed between my outstretched legs.   
 

Debbie knelt down in front of me and pushed the handle of the whip hard into my cunt. "UUUUGGHHH!" I grunted as she pulled the handle back and pushed it further into me. My cunt felt like it was being torn to shreds. I passed out again.  
 

When I came through I was in bed. My body was crisscrossed with cuts and dried smears of blood covered my body. My cunt was throbbing with pain and any movement was torture. I didn't leave the bedroom for days as my body recovered from the whipping.  
 

When I finally felt strong enough to walk about I got dressed and went downstairs. There was no one about. I went to the kitchen and made myself something to eat before returning to the bedroom. I slept for what seemed like days. The pain had eased and the cuts were healing.  
 

It was some time before I realised the house was unusually quiet. I went downstairs but could find nobody. I looked out on the beach but there was no one there either. Every one must have gone to town.  
 

Night came and nobody had returned. I fell asleep. When I awoke the next day the house was still empty. I went to my husband's bedroom, it was empty and all his clothes were gone. As I headed to check another bedroom I heard a car outside. I went downstairs to see who had come back.  

The door opened and in walked the man who had taken Beth away. 

Pauline The Slut - Part 15: Tortured Some MoreWhen I came around the machine was still hammering away in my ass. My breasts were bruised and purple from the ropes and caning. There wasn't any part of my body that wasn't aching.  "Good, you're back. I've been waiting for you. I didn't want you to miss the next bit." he laughed.  My body shuddered with fear. What more could he possibly do to me. I watched him come towards me. He unstrapped my wrists from the cross, lowered my legs and unstrapped them. I still couldn't move as I was stuck on the giant penis. He then pulled on the ropes tied to my breasts. I screamed like never before. He continued to pull causing pain to rip from my breasts through to my whole body. My upper body then started to rise from the cross. I was being suspended in the air by my breasts. My mind was overwhelmed by the pain and my throat was raw from my screaming. I was just about to pass out again when he put something under my nose which brought me back to my full senses. "No passing out. You need to enjoy every second of this." I stared in horror at my extended, discolored breasts which were holding the weight of my body.  He started to rotate the position of the penis while at the same time pulling my semi-upright body towards the machine. Soon I was suspended above the machine, impaled on the giant penis. He then pulled on the ropes raising me higher. While the pain ripping through my breasts intensified I had some relief from the penis as the pulling on the ropes lifted me off it. He went to the press and came back with another penis bigger than the one up my ass. I expected him to replace the one that had been inside me. Instead he attached it to the machine next to the first one. He then positioned it so that it was pointing at my vagina.  "Nooooo." I howled. "It's too big. You'll split me in two. Please don't. I beg you."  He just smiled. He lowered the rope so that I was now resting on the two penises. He then got the remote control, pressed a button and both penises started to push inside me. I could feel both of them rubbing against each other through my vaginal wall.  He then pressed another button and both started to pump in and out of me. Each time pushing further inside me. I was soon impaled on both. I couldn't believe they were both fully inside me pounding against my womb. He then increased the speed of the machine. I was now like some rag doll, my body being twisted and turned by the thrusting of the giant penises. This continued for ever until I eventually passed out.  When I woke I was in a sitting position my collar chained to the wall so that I could not move my head. My mouth was forced open by some kind of metal device strapped to my head. When he seen I was awake he came over to me and stuck his cock in my mouth. I expected him to fuck my mouth but instead he started to urinate. My mouth quickly filled with his pee. I couldn't move my head away and he continued to gush away. I had to swallow or drown.  I never expected this. I swallowed the foul tasting urine. There seemed to be no end to it. He must have been saving it. He continued to pee and I continued swallowing. Eventually he stopped but did not withdraw his penis. Instead his cock started to harden and he fucked my mouth burying his cock right down my throat. He throat fucked me until he finally came straight into my stomach.  I collapsed to the floor when he released me from the wall. He went back to the bedroom. I tried to follow but my body was wrecked with pain and I was exhausted. I just lay where I was and fell asleep. When I woke, the terror of the night before returned to my mind. I decided to get out of this torture chamber before Gary returned. I crawled to the bedroom. There was no one there. I hadn't the energy to go any further. I climbed onto the bed and collapsed. I don't know how long I lay there before I was dragged from the bed by the hair. I screamed as I fell to the floor and was pulled towards the torture chamber. I saw Gary and my husband filming me. I tried to tear at the hand grabbing me but it was in a glove. I tried to grab on to some of the furniture but the men would kick my hands away as soon as I got hold of something. I was back in the room, terrified and screaming. My hands were tied together to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Ellie then pulled on the rope, my hands rose above my head. I was forced to my knees and then my feet as she continued to pull the rope. My feet left the ground and I was dangling in the air. She swung me around to face her. She was dressed in a black leather body suit with her breasts hanging out and her crotch on display. She wore long black studded gloves. I watched as she went to the wall and took down a whip. She swung it through the air. The cracking sound filled me with fear. She came over to me and gently stroked my body with the whip. She took a few steps away from me and swung the whip through the air. I watched in disbelief as the whip flew through the air, struck my stomach and wrapped around my body. I looked down to see the red mark where it struck me. Then I felt the pain. It was like being cut by a giant paper cut. I let out a scream at the same time as the second lash tore into my breasts and my upper back. A third and fourth lash followed. She came over and spun my body around. The lashes were now hitting every part of me. I looked down to see a criss cross pattern of red stripes covering my body. I was so traumatised that I hadn't noticed that she had stopped until she knelt in front of me, spread my legs and buckled my ankles to a metal bar. My legs were now forced apart. She got up off her knees and started to suck my breasts while her gloved hand stroked my vagina and played with my clitoris. Her fingers started spreading my pussy lips apart. She slid one finger and then two inside me. She was rough as she pushed a third followed by a fourth finger into me. She was moving her fingers in and out when I felt her thumb join them.  "Please stop. You're hurting me." She looked into my eyes and smiled. She then rammed her fist right up me. The pain exploded in my brain. The studs on the knuckles of the glove ripped my insides. I screamed loudly as she pulled out and rammed her fist back in to me. She continued, each time pushing further until her wrist and arm were also buried in me. She started to twist her hand inside me which forced my swinging body to twist with her. My screams continued for the next while as she fisted in and out of my battered and bruised vagina. It seemed to last forever. She eventually stopped and lowered my body to the ground. I had forgotten about our husbands. They both now stood over me with their cocks in their hands. Ellie held a camera. The two of them started to urinate on me. Their pee found the cuts made by the whip bringing my pain to a new level. My wounds stung as I screamed at them to stop. They eventually ran out of pee. I lay there my body destroyed as the three of them left the room chatting and laughing. Soon I heard the three of them in the bedroom having sex.

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Maggie's imprisonment Part II

The went down many stairs to an area that was lit by electric lights. Then they went through a doorway and went down another set of stairs to an area that no electric lights at all. The only light came from a torch in the hand of one of the men.     They went down a long flight of stairs and ended up in a long hall way with doors lining both sides. They took her to one of the doors and threw the door open. "Welcome to your cell, Maggie," one of the men said.    Although Maggie's cell was completely devoid of light, she had gotten a very good look at it when she had first been chained up. The room was about 3 meters deep and about 2 meters wide. The ceiling was about 3 meters high. There were no windows at all and the only door to the cell was made of solid iron. The walls were made of large stone blocks, held together with old mortar. There were no modern conveniences in the cell. No electric lights, no running water, no toilet. There were no creature comforts either. No bed, no chair, not even a pile of straw to lay on.
The one thing the cell did possess was shackles. Four heavy and shining shackles to be exact. Two shackles hung from the upper part of the wall opposite the cell door, they were passed through huge metal rings, which were fixed in it. The shackles were separated in this way for app. 60 cm. Two other shackles were attached at the lower part of the wall, their chain passed only through one ring. The shackles were opened, with a joint at the side of the connection to the chain. They positioned Maggie directly beneath the shackles, her back to the wall.    
Then they uncuffed her wrists, they were hurting after being mistreated the whole time. The skin was bruised and swollen. Maggie's right arm was raised to the dangling shackle pulling it down, until the other shackle hit the metal ring with out loud clanking sound. They wrapped the metal shackle around her wrist, and pressed it firmly together. It closed with a clicking sound and fitted tightly around her narrow wrists, pressing firmly in the bruised skin there.     Maggie looked at her slightly upraised arm. She saw the shackle locked around her wrist. As the men walked to her left side, she gently shook her raised arm.     The iron chain rattled gently in response.     Suddenly the movement of her left arm brought her attention to her left. It was raised over her head to the other shackle which was pulled down. The rings were fixed very high und the shackle’s chain was short, show she was lifted up to stand on her forefeet. She watched with sick fascination as the shackle was locked down around the left wrist. It was just as tight as the right shackle was. The sounding of its closing mechanism was clearly audible for everyone.     Maggie was standing on her forefeet like the letter Y with her arms chained in the air. She looked at her upraised arms one last time and she became aware of the captors kneeling in front of her. She heard the shackles at her feet moving and she looked down. They uncuffed her ankles, then took one shackle, wrapped it around her right ankle and locked it the same way like the others. This ankle shackle was even tighter than the wrist shackles, pressing ugly in the damaged skin. It hurt like hell, and she began to tremble. She noted that there was an obvious distance between the last open shackle and her left ankle that still was free. When they pulled this shackle down, the locked shackle started to torture her right ankle severely and she had to lift herself upon her toes. Only now the men were able to lock also the last shackle.
They had finished their work, they lifted up and went back. They seemed to be satisfied with the results. Maggie was moaning intensely, because her body stretched and the tight shackles biting in her wrists and ankles.
One of the men said: “These shackles are really tight, aren’t they? Well, that’s the way all the prisoners here are treated. You will get used of them after a while. The locks are closed permanently, so you won’t never get free again.Maggie understood now what has happened: These strangers have fixed her body at this wall in this nasty cell in a painful way, she never won’t be able to get free by herself and no one will find her here down in this hidden dungeon. This was insane! She started to scream until one of the men hit her in her face. Then she felt in silence. In her head a strange mood emerged, it seemed that she separated her mind from her body.
    Maggie closed her eyes, expecting to feel something. Anything. Maybe he was about to place a blindfold over her eyes. Maybe he was about to inflict some type of painful stimulus. But there was nothing but the sound of the door closing behind her. Maggie opened her eyes to look, but with the torch gone from the room, she truly realized how totally dark the cell was. Undeterred, Maggie tried to look behind her best she could, but with absolutely no light in the room, she saw nothing.     Although she could see nothing, she could still hear. She heard the sound of the iron door closing behind her. She heard the sound of a deadbolt lock being thrown closed. Then she heard the sound of a large sliding lock being engaged. Finally, she heard was could only the sound of a large iron bar being lowered over the door.    Three locks made certain that the door would never open from the inside.    Then there was nothing but silence in the cell.    And that was it. Maggie was chained up. A 21st century woman chained in a 13th century dungeon cell. These huge shackles around Maggie's wrists and ankles held onto Maggie just as tightly today as they had done for years. Times and technology may have changed, but the shackles were just as effective on Maggie as they had been on girls in days gone by. He whole body was stretched by standing on her toes.
    Maggie would experience three phases of captivity during these first twenty hours.  The first phase began only a few seconds after the door was closed. Once Maggie realized she was alone, naked, and chained in a room that there was no way she could leave, pure terror overcame her and she began screaming.     She screamed at the top of her lungs. She screamed for help. She screamed obscenities. She screamed out all manners of words. She screamed out noises. She shook the chains that kept her arms stretched up. She shook the chains that kept her legs shackled to the floor. She shook them with all the strength that she had. She screamed out pleas for help. She screamed out curses and threats. She literally screamed until she totally lost her voice. Every inch of her naked body became covered in sweat as she exerted all of her strength in an attempt to break her bonds. Her mussels began to cramp, especially in the calves.    That was the first hour of her captivity. A panic attack. A mental breakdown.    Absolute. Terror.    Her voice now silenced, the second phase began: crying. Silent tears fell as she first thought about her three children and her husband. She thought of friends and family members and coworkers. She thought of the Disney vacation the family had taken last year and how they had plans to save up enough money to go in another 3 years. She thought of her pet cat. She wondered if her family knew she was missing. She wondered if the police were searching for her. She wondered again where she was.    Tears flowed unobstructed, as her shackled hands made it impossible for her to wipe them away. Mucus began flowing from her nose. Salty tears didn't stop for three hours. That was the second phase.    The third phase was silence. She had no strength to shake her bonds. She had no voice to make noise. She had no more tears to weep. She stood there and thought about her predicament. She had no idea what the future had in store for her, but she figured it was bleak.     After 20 hours standing in chains, Maggie was exhausted, sore, aching. Maggie was defeated.     There was no way she could ever escape the cell, even if she could somehow remove the shackles that secured her hands high over her head and her bare feet to the wall. Her shoulders ached intensely, her hands and feet feel cold and numb now, there must be swollen. Her struggling against the shackles have damaged the skin at her wrists and ankles, because every movement of her hands and feet, including of her fingers and toes, is really painful. How long can she stand this? And what will happen if she remains shackled like this for the rest of her life.
There was absolute silence in the cell as Maggie held her breath and listened. She couldn't hear anything outside of her cell. For all she knew there was no world outside of the dungeon. There was just her, waiting, chained in Maggie's cell.