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
