was dropped until the cock wedged deep in my throat. Someone slapped my shins with a stick. I jerked and shuddered. My whole body contorted with pain.
The cock in my throat began to spurt. They kept hitting my ankles and shins with the stick and my throat milked the cum out of him. They pulled me up. The slime poured from my mouth. The man dodged quickly away and someone else wiped the table off before lying down.
The second man had an even bigger prick than the first. His cock tasted just as salty and his crotch smelled strongly of need. They didn't spin me this time. The man grabbed my nipples and began to
pull me back and forth.
My nose brushed through his crotch hair and mashed into his lower belly. The strong cock slapped back and forth in my tortured mouth. It rubbed against the palate, wedged in my throat and then slapped against my tongue.
The dizziness cleared from my head, but the blood and pressure made it ache worse than any migraine I'd ever had. His fingers stretched my poor little nipples way out. He jabbed them viciously into the soft flesh until they almost met my ribs. I swung helplessly back and forth.
I lost my ability to think or reason. The pain and humiliation were unbearable. It seemed to go on forever. I was shoved back and forth. His cock rubbed and rubbed. I seemed to swing for an eternity. My saliva dried up. The cum and syrup was all that kept the new cock in my mouth slick.
The men began beating my shins again. The pain flooded through me. The whole world was a haze. The only reality that stayed was the cock I was pinioned on. It was the one thing I couldn't forget.
Finally, he began to shiver and come. I was lowered again. They didn't release me until I'd trapped every bit of his silvery fuck-milk above his pecker-head. Then he pulled away and they laughed as it drained from my open mouth.
I started doubling up. My stomach locked in knots and drew me up. My legs began to twitch. They finally lowered me and undid the contraption around my head. I fainted.
The men weren't done with me. I woke up to the painful shock of cold water and a rag soaked in ammonia. They passed me back and forth for five minutes. They squeezed and poked my abused body before dragging me to one of the bunks.
I was too weak and used up to move. I felt a weight fall across my stomach. My legs were forced open. I knew what was happening, but didn't care. I didn't even open my eyes to see who it was.
The center of my inner split was raw from the way I'd been tied when I first arrived. My cunt-lips were bruised and swollen from the inhuman leash they'd led me around by. My cunt was still sore from being raped. For some reason I didn't care. I felt the fiery pain of the attack, but didn't flinch. My head felt like a half-dozen bombs were going off in it.
The man bounced up and down on me. I felt his shaft burn against my cunt. It didn't turn me on. It just hurt. His cock slammed against my bruised cervix. A whimper reached my ears. It took a few minutes to realize that it was coming from me.
The weight against my swollen nipples and bruised tits was intensely painful. The attack became so brutal that it cut a new path of agony into my mind.
The big cock finally shot off into my cunt. I was jerked off the bunk. Another man crashed on top. A new cock drove deeply into my tortured slit. The men laughed as he made sloshing noises. My gash was so juicy and coated with their jism that it
sucked and popped as he fucked me.
Man after man fucked me. All but the last one had their turn at my mouth, pussy, or asshole. The last one looked at my used body. I stunk of sweat and used cum. I saw everything through a red haze of pain. It took a few minutes for his voice to drift through the deep fog and reach my numb mind.
'Jack me off, slut!'
I looked at him blankly. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick.
'Hammer my cock!'
I moved my hand obediently back and forth. I didn't do it fast 'enough to suit him. One of the men approached me with a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He tipped the bottle over and poured the stuff over my tortured twat. I screamed in pain. Forgetting the cock in my hand, I tried to claw my burning cunt apart.
The men forced my hands back to the man's prick.
'We'll wash it when you finish with him,' one of the guards laughed.
I never worked at anything so hard or fast. I did my best to beat his meat in seconds. I hammered his cock as if my life depended on it. I flailed his rigid boner. My thigh muscles screamed in protest. I locked my legs together in an effort to stop the fiery pain that burned my cunt.
The thin, outer skin on the blushing hard-on slid back and forth. The hole in the end of the red dick popped and winked. His clear oil dripped from the
hole and oozed across my fingers. The biting smell of the alcohol and the putrid odor of too much sex burned my nostrils. The taste of cum, mixed with the saltiness of their cocks and the dryness of fear, clung to my mouth. I struggled to hurry him along before the burning in my cunt drove me insane.
The smacking of my fist against his hairy pubic bone kept me on edge. I tensely waited for him to complain that I had hurt hint I knew that I'd get a fist in the face at any second and did my best to be careful. I tried, but the burning made me keep up my desperate bid to get him to spurt.
My hand and arm began to ache from the strain and weakened condition. The fire between my legs got so bad that I couldn't stand it. I bent forward without being asked and took the head of his cock in my mouth.
The waves of heat were gripping my twat as I began to chew on the crimson knob. I still hammered my hand back and forth. It seemed to take forever.
The cock finally decided to do its thing. It throbbed and drained into my mouth, leaving its trail of jizz across my tongue. It filled my throat before I had time to get back. I swallowed as fast as I could and pulled away. At least I'd saved myself the humiliation of having him spray my face with his load.
'Please… 'I sobbed. 'Wash my cunt!'
The men laughed at me. The one who'd brought me there in the first place grabbed my long hair
and dragged me, cave-man style, to the stairs. I staggered to the room I'd been cleaned up in before. I clutched my burning crotch the entire way.
I was washed down again and dragged back to the barracks room. The men weren't being kind to me. It was the powerful smell of the rubbing alcohol and not my pain that had made them scrub my snatch.
My legs wouldn't work fast enough for them. I was dragged along behind them by the hair. I would slip and fall. I had to crawl, stumble and slide as they hurried down the stairs to the basement. My knees were. skinned and my toes torn by the time we stopped outside a cold room. I heard a baying of dogs and knew we were someplace close to the kennels. I passed a frosted window on the way. It was daylight outside. It had to be my second day. That meant I only had to survive it and one more before I'd be shipped off to slavery. That didn't seem too horrible a fate compared to what I was going through now.
The door to the room was unlocked. It was a large room without furniture. I was dragged inside. One of the men opened a cabinet and took out a bottle and funny-looking girdle. The leather garment had different pieces. The men held my arms as others strapped the twelve-inch wide belt, studded with special rings, around my waist. They tightened it until I could hardly breathe.
Two of the men strapped leggings on me that were also studded with rings. The lower part of the
leggings covered me from ankle to knee. They were connected to the thigh part by straps which allowed my knees to bend. The leggings were solid again from the straps to their tops. The stockings stopped two inches from my crotch.
The leather was buckled so tight that it almost cut off the circulation. I was thrown onto my back. My knees were jerked up on either side of my waist. The men locked my sides by running padlocks through the rings in the belt and at my knees. My legs were clamped up and my pussy vulnerable.
The men forced a pipe, cut especially to hold my ass away from my ankles, into special fittings and locked them in place with pins. When they rolled me over, my ass was held high in the air by the rods and completely spread.
I was pulled into the middle of the room. The men locked a wide leather collar around my neck and attached it to a foot-long chain cemented to the floor. One of the men dipped a rag into the bottle. He painted my
