asshole, cunt, mouth and tits with the stinking fluid.
The men vanished. I could feel the sticky liquid starting to dry in the cold air. My bruised asshole and loose cunt were soothed by the chill. The stuff reminded me of period blood.
The other man reached down and pulled my head up by the hair.
'I'll bet she's a better fuck now than she was when you first grabbed her by the tit.'
I tried to cuss at them. I tiled to plead with them. It wasn't any good. The only thing that came out of my mouth was a whimpering moan.
The two men laughed as they walked away. Another man came in and got me out of the rig. I was carried back and thrown into my cell. The only thought that filled my mind was revenge. Somehow I would get even; They could enslave me in the Amazon or at the South Pole and I'd get back here. I'd find those two and castrate them if I had to crawl on my hands and knees all the way. I would survive. I would get even!
CHAPTER FOUR
I woke up slowly. I was hungry and thirsty. My body was so stiff I could hardly move. Each twitch sent flashes of pain through me. The honor of being fucked by the dogs flashed through me. I blushed in shame.
The girls in the other cells must have endured similar punishment. Their tortured moans filtered through the door and added to my own. I had to lie there and listen to it until someone came for me.
When the guard did come, he tried to make me walk. I wouldn't even crawl. I pretended that my anus and legs, hurt so bad I couldn't get them to function. The man carried me. My tummy rested across his shoulders. My ass stuck lewdly in the air and my tits dangled against his back.
I wasn't as frightened now. I feared the pain, but
I was over halfway through my ordeal and knew it. I'd make it on sheer guts if I had to.
The stage was almost the same as it had been the night before. I expected to be spread-eagled and whipped again. It took me by surprise when they wheeled a cruel-looking frame onto stage. I felt a creeping chill shiver through me as the chains rattled.
I was dumped into the arms of the same two men who'd bound me the night before. I was thrown down on the support inside the frame. The board was barely wide enough to support my shoulders. The men jerked my arms and legs out and attached the cuffs. The support was pulled out from under my back and taken away. I was left hanging by all fours in the center.
The men tilted the frame up so I was standing and the audience could see better. One of the men began turning a handle. All four chains began to tighten at the same time. I felt myself being pulled up as the slack was taken out of the chains holding my arms. The leg irons became tight at the same time, but I didn't notice it as much.
As the chains kept tightening, I felt my legs being drawn out and up. By the time my arms were taut, my legs had been pulled into the splits. The tension on my legs was beginning to strain my sore gash. I bit my lips to keep from giving them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.
I expected them to stop when I was tight. They didn't. I felt the pressure on my joints and the
agony of my stretching muscles. I was being drawn and quartered. I was on a pain rack. My head began to roll from side to side as my face turned a bright red. My body was screaming in anguish. My slit and ass were drawn wide open as my flesh tightened. I was sure my arms were going to be torn from my shoulders at any minute. They stopped.
One of the men got a paddle and smashed me across my taut stomach.
'Agh! Ooooh!' I wheezed as the dull ache of the blow was followed by the shrill agony of my frantic jerk.
'She's ready,' the men announced to the audience. 'We'll pack her for action.'
I didn't understand. Whatever was going to happen had the men sitting on the edge of their seats. I knew it would hurt. From deep inside me each new torture brought new strength.
The men filled my cunt with Vaseline. It was uncomfortably sticky. It did soothe my brutalized cut and cunt- lips some. I didn't let on. It took some effort not to show even the little relief the goo gave me, but I managed.
The men backed off, adjusted the frame until it was flat again and lowered it until my ass rested on the floor. A little of the tension was relieved when my arms and legs no longer had to support the rest of me.
My nipples stiffened and thrilled in spite of their brutalized condition. I chewed on my lip, concentrating on the relief from pain. My belly turned to water and the lava of lust flowed through my veins. I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined other fucks and other climaxes. I knew that this was better than any I'd ever had before.
I started to defy my bondage. My hips ignored the shooting pain in my straining thighs and back. I bounced against the cock in spite of it. The men in the audience caught on. They stared at me in disbelief and amazement. They didn't do anything to stop it. They flailed away at their exposed cocks harder than ever.
The bidding was completed quickly and I was carried away. The guards were busy feeling my tits as they supported me. I found the strength returning a little as I tried to use my legs. I was able to stand shakily by the time I was pushed inside the strange room.
My new master was waiting there. He was ready to inflict his own special kind of degradation on me. It was a good thing my legs could support the weight.
The first thing I noticed was the metal pole anchored in the center of the floor. It was almost two inches thick and had a big dildo forced over the end of it. My master walked all the way around me. He pinched my nipples and my ass as I stood
there trembling. Suddenly he grabbed me and forced me to the upright pole.
'Raise your leg, bitch!' he said, with a heavy Mexican accent.
I knew he'd win in the end and hoped to escape the certain punishment a refusal would bring. The man lifted me up and set me down on the big rubber cock. It was small compared to the donkey. My pussy was still full of donkey-cum and had no trouble accepting the make-believe hard-on as I was impaled on it.
It plugged me clear to the bottom of my cunt. I managed to keep from getting hurt on the pinioning spear by standing on my tiptoes.
'No! No, please… ' I begged as the man picked up the same kind of cattle-prodder the men had used on me and the dogs that morning.
A trickle of spittle ran from the corner of his mouth as he adjusted a setting on it and put it where I could see it. He quickly removed his clothes and picked the terrifying thing back up. I gripped the metal pole between my legs and held on for dear life. He circled me.
'Uhhh! Oh!' I whimpered as the thing touched my ass. 'Ooooh, Jesus!' I groaned as I jerked forward automatically and the dildo stretched and tore at my cunt.
It was a nightmare. No matter how hard I tried not to, I would jerk away from the electrical sting of the disgusting prodder. I tried to understand how someone could be so monstrously cruel, but
couldn't. The cum began to dry and my cunt-walls clung to the rubber. It was like I'd been glued in place. The harder the slime got, the worse it pulled and tugged at my sensitive insides.
He didn't stop until I was so exhausted I couldn't hold myself up any longer. He didn't stop until I slumped over. I braced myself on the strong, front muscles of my cunt and dangled hopelessly with my boobs and hair extended towards the floor. My hands were too weak to right myself. They slipped vainly on the pole. He could have fucked me with a basketball and I would have been able to take it.
My tormentor set the cattle-prodder aside. He grabbed the hair on top of my head. He pulled my face up so he could see the agony that twisted it. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the post. He threw me like bundle of dirty laundry. I flopped on the floor.
'Crawl, slut-kiss my feet and beg me to shove a cock in your ass!'
I curled into a ball and lay there shaking. He picked up the cattle-prodder again. I started to roll over and get on my knees. I wasn't fast enough. The electric stick hit my sagging snatch. I jerked onto all fours and scooted away in desperation.
He hit me again. I crawled. I rolled. I scooted. I slithered. It was all in a vain attempt to get away from the
