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
