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“Hold the stupid cunt still.. will you Roman! Jeezus Fuck, she’s still a feisty little thing, isn’t she?”, roared the panting Boss. His pants were down around his ankles and his fat hips were thrusting back and forth demonically, as he further bellowed.
“You Like this cunt?! You like havin an old man’s cock plowing into your young pussy? You like getting your young pussy fucked by all sorts of men!” He laughed and then groaned. Yelling this at the young woman he was drilling into with rapid repeatedly deep thrusts of his thick cock. His fingers intensely digging in to her waist, to hold her quaking hips steady.
He didn’t expect a reply as she was gagged with a brutally deep and mouth filling gag, strapped and locked securely around her jerking and thrashing head. Her whole body was shuddering, and every tied up limb of her young body was instinctively fighting uselessly for freedom and to escape his angry rough assault.
Because of the huge choking gag, Mikayla could only sob and tremble, as she felt his hips ram into her bare sore ass cheeks. She was bent over her cage. Yes, ‘her’ cage, as she had even despairingly come to think of it. Her cage, where she spent her days naked, chained and huddled in fear. Waiting for these men to come and ‘teach her a lesson’ as they liked to say.
She was suffering thru another long morning of being the gang’s fuck toy, their ‘cum depository’, as the gang’s accountant called her. Even the accountant in charge of handling the legitimizing of the gang’s illicit activities, had taken to starting his mornings this way. By forcing his cock into her abused sex and r****g the captive crying Mikayla every day, before getting his morning coffee and turning on his computer to study his spreadsheets.
They would drag her out of her cage by her long dark hair. Her pitiful sobs and pleadings, if she wasn’t yet gagged, getting her no where. They would spread her legs, tie her ankles off to the far corner bars of her new home and then bend her over the top. Exposing her marvelous ass and cunt and getting it in position for an easy entrance.
Then every member of the gang, in house that day, would start their day off right, by burying their dicks into a whimpering and sobbing Mikayla. Cunt, ass or mouth, for Mikayla it was a different hole every day and a humiliating experience every moment she was awake as they treated her like a thing to only fuck and make feel pain.
This morning Roman had a strenuous grip of her rope bound wrists with one of his strong hands and was bending them upward, over her head, in the most agonisingly painful way. His other hand was pushing down on the space between Mikayla’s shoulder blades. Crushing her soft chest into the rough wooden top of the cage and holding her squirming torso in place.
His cock was still semi erect and jutting from his trousers. Its tip coated with Mikayla’s juices and his cum from his earlier fucking of the helpless k**napped girl. As he kept a good grip on the struggling moaning Mikayla, his cock kept smearing its coating of her juices and his cum, all around her face and mixing its slickness with her fountain of despairing tears.
All so his Boss could fuck the endlessly crying captive coed. A sweet piece, of soon to be well used ass, that these sadistic men planned on selling in two weeks at auction. Roman grinned as his Boss gritted his teeth and then stilled his hips. His throbbing cock was fully buried to the hilt, into a groaning and sobbing Mikayla’s ravaged sex.
The Boss shouted a curse word and thrust his hips one more time, before Mikayla felt his hot semen fill up her tired and raw sex. She could feel his spurts backing up in her already filled up cavity. Trickles of his cum, along with the other six or seven men, who had already used her this morning, leaking out and dribbling down her bruised thighs.
Huffing away now, as his last ejaculations spurt into a whimpering Mikayla, the Boss groaned and told Roman. “Take the cunt downstairs and give her the old bucket torture for not staying still. If she wants to wiggle around while we fuck her, then she can wiggle all day and night in the most uncomfortable of situations a sorry stupid cunt could ask for.”
He pulled out of Mikayla’s shuddering body with an audible pop. So much cum deposited in her vagina and womb from the morning’s use, that it oozed out in long strings and splatted on the floor.
She moaned into her gag, catching a terrified glimpse of Roman’s sadistic smiling face. She was bawling her eyes out, shaking in fear, as she listened to the fat man continue. She felt truly helpless, humiliated beyond belief and dreading what they planned to do next.
The Boss looked at a smirking Roman, who still had a strong grip on Mikayla’s roped arms. With a resounding smack to Mikayla’s bruised and red streaked right ass cheek, he added with a sarcastic chuckle. “And make sure you get her down on her knees to lick up this fucking mess! Her pathetic cunt couldn’t seem to hold anything today. Jessuz you’d think she had never been gang banged before…”
With another solid smack to her ass, the Boss stuffed his spent penis back in his trousers and walked off. Leaving just a snivelling and whimpering Mikayla alone with a demented looking Roman.
“So sweetie, it’s just you and me. Hehehe, time to get you down on the floor and lickin up your fuckin juicy mess.” He said as he untied her chaffed raw ankles. The rope marks being more like burns than marks, from the way she had tried to uselessly thrash her legs about.
He forced her onto her knees and unlocked the latch to her gag. He let it fall out of her mouth and hang there between her breasts. Her saliva ran off it and down between her pert tits, and then down and over her stomach. He pointed at the pale white mess on the floor and said, “You know what to do cunt…get to it. Lick that fuckin floor clean!”
Mikayla nodded with a sad and disgusted, but knowing look on her face, and then meekly added, “Yes Sir..b..bu..but pleassse don’t hurt me anymore…pleassse.”
Roman laughed hard and then placed his dirty boot sole on the space between her bound arms at her shoulder blades. He forced a snivelling Mikayla face down into the sticky disgusting mess on the floor and growled,
“Just slurp this shit up, you stupid pathetic whore, and then I am going to drag your fine ass downstairs and string you up for some really fun punishment times. Hurt you? Fuck ya! I just may now! But with the bucket torture? who knows? you may even like it.”
…….. Late into the evening …….
There is the sound of water dripping from a leaking pipe, echoing around the room. One lone bare light bulb illuminates the cement walled corridor. That light barely spreading into the dark and horrific looking holding cells of this hidden away and currently empty, flesh trading centre.
Mixed in with the constant ‘drip, drip, drip’ are the muffled whimpers of Mikayla, her body dancing on the balls of her feet. She is trying her best to hold off the agony that comes from the metal hook like device impaled up in her young abused sex.
She has spent over twelve hours down here, alone, frightened and in excruciating discomfort. The sadistic men lording over her body have bolted her to the wall. Thick unbreakable steel bands trap her neck and wrists. They told her they may keep her like this forever, just to see how much she would panic and beg. Then they left her alone, terrified and whimpering in agony.
Only the odd visit from her sadistic captor known as Roman, to make her realize the passage of time. His visits always taking her discomfort and pain up another sadistic notch.
Mikayla groans as her tired feet start to collapse once again. The rope attached to the metal thing, stuffed up into her sore and ravaged pussy, goes taut. The metal hook and ball contraption, is cutting into her most sensitive female parts and causing her unimaginable aguish as her body collapses downward.
The jagged teeth of the metal hook, dig in and grate against her clit in the most heinous way. She tries to raise back up on her tip toes again to alleviate the pressure on her poor pussy. An awkward but useless ballet, she has been doing since they bolted her to this wall. But that only causes the bucket to descend, the torturous weight still abusing her mound of delicate flesh and nerves.
‘Bolted to the wall’ she sobs as she realizes the futility over her predicament. That she is bolted into inescapable bondage in a dank hidden away dungeon of some sex slave horror show. A renewed round of tears begin pouring from her eyes as her legs start to shake again and she slowly sinks back down off her toes.
The ballet of her suffering, moving into its most painful position as her feet collapse. But at least her captor had turned off the vibrator after his last visit. A short visit where he came by to see if she was still conscious. Which she was, but only by a thread. An hour or two long session of multiple forced orgasms having turned her into a blubbering, whining for her mommy, mess.
Her body almost broken and her mind a blank blur of agony from innumerable forced orgasms as the roped in vibrator did its job, all too well. When he left her last, to rest and recover. Her limp head hung so that the metal collar, around her red and chaffed neck, was almost strangling her. Slobber hung from her open mouth, the gag she had been wearing since the morning, now dangling from a nearby hook.
In a haze of discomfort and fading agony, she remembered Roman bending down and kissing her on the lips. Her eyes followed him silently as he walked away, and then it was silent and calm. Just her groans, as she tried to get comfortable in her horrific position, and that drip, drip, drip, filling the silence….until now…..Some hours or days later…She did not know..
……..
There was a bass like cough from over in a dark corner and Mikayla raised her tired head. “Miss me, you useless cunt?” a deep voice echoed.
Roman walked out of the shadows and came over to a whimpering Mikayla, “Pleasssse, pleasssse let me out of this torture…pleassse I beg you sir..pleassse. I will do anything…Pleassse …can I suck your cock? Lick your balls? Swallow your cum?…..pleassee anything….pleasssse!”
He tilted his head and looked inquisitively at the blubbering and begging Mikayla. He smiled and said, “Clearly you haven’t learned a fuckin thing that a good slave cunt like you needs to learn!”
Then he rested his huge hand on the bucket. The bucket containing the bricks that weighted down the rope, that pulled mercilessly on the jagged metal hook in Mikayla’s abused cunt.
She screamed as he forced the bucket down. Her toes almost leaving the dirty grey concrete floor. “Stopppp, Pleasssse stopp.” She begged out.
Roman grinned and then let go of the bucket. He looked inside it and then back down to the floor. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I think we can fit 4 or 5 more bricks in there, what do you think, you dumb slut? When a pathetic piece of cunt like you tells me to stop, do you think she should be taught a lesson?”
Mikayla bit her lip and then began to beg with renewed vigour, “I am sorry sir..sooo sorry .. I didn’t mean to offe..mmmpphff.” Her words cut off by Roman’s massive hand grasping and covering her whole lower face.
He leaned in and growled into her terrified face, “Shut the fuck up cunt! Don’t you know what you are now? Don’t you know who’s your master now, your owner? You don’t get to tell anyone anything, you’re just a hunk of meat, a nice pair of tits and ass to use and sell…..Or snuff…. if its attitude doesn’t correct itself…Got it?”
Mikayla slowly nodded, her horrified eyes watching as Roman reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal clamp like thing. It had a heavy looking lead weight attached to it, which he dangled in front of her horror filled eyes. Then he lowered it and pressed it into the palm of her left hand, which was pinned down to the wall by those horrible bolts and a solid metal strap.
He let Mikayla hold the heavy and terrifying object, the cool metal and the foreboding heft of the lead weight in her hand, made her cringe and whimper. Then he pulled out an identical one from the same pocket. “So slut, you feel the weight of that in your hand?….You can nod bitch, but you better not speak though.” He added with a smirk.
Mikayla nodded, the tiny bit her choking metal and leather collars would allow her. She sniffled and her face turned from a pout into a sad look of pathetic acceptance, as Roman moved his hand to her right breast. Her nipple was perked from the cold of the cellar. It poked up and out, at the ready for him to attach the clamp to. And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop him.
He clamped it on with delight, crushing the flesh of her delicate nipple, so that her whole body shook in maximum discomfort. He told her now snivelling pained face, “One clamp for now, you disobedient stupid bitch. And when I come back in the morning, you better still have that other clamp in your hand because if you don’t….I am going to clamp this tit here!” he said poking her bare left nipple.
“And then I am going to clamp this one again…and this one again…and maybe we’ll double that up too!” He added, poking his long finger hard into the soft flesh of both her young firm tits, repeatedly.
Mikayla was sobbing, as the weight stretched down the tan crushed flesh of her throbbing right nipple. How she would make it thru till morning, however long that was, she wasn’t able to comprehend. She had lost all sense of time, being locked up down in this hell hole. And she just knew that she would fail at this sick task and the suffer the consequences for his enjoyment.
Roman stood back, his muscular arms crossed, looking at Mikayla with a huge grin and a massive bulge in his slacks. His cock was just throbbing, but he smiled as he knew upstairs the gang had already managed to bring in some new product.
He would torture and punish the shit out of this feisty hot one tonight, to hopefully teach her a lesson, and then fuck one of the new one’s senseless upstairs. Roman bent over and began picking up bricks from the half dozen lying on the dust and dirt covered floor. ‘It was time to mess this one up and get upstairs to the new arrivals.’ He thought to himself.
He held one brick high and then released it, to fall with a clunk and thud into the bucket. The bucket line vibrating and going tight as the brick’s weight became part of the bucket load. Mikayla moaned and then whimpered involuntarily, “pleaase sir, nooo.”
Her eyes clenched shut with horrid realization of what she had just done. The chuckle and ‘tsk tsk’ of Roman as he picked up three more bricks and said, “What a stupid idiotic whore you are. You can’t shut the fuck up for one second, can you?”
He then quickly held each brick high in the air and dropped them one by one into the bucket with a resounding thud. The bucket had visibly sunk another inch or two on its line. And now had a howling and sobbing Mikayla fully on her toes with no hope of coming back down.
Just a constant meek series of ‘Oh gawd, oh gawd nooo, please gawd noo.” Coming from her pained face. Her terrified and tear laden eyes now focused on Roman’s hand, as he grasped the vibrator. His thumb at the ready to switch the device on.
“Bet the teeth of that giant hook stuffed in your cunt must be doing a number on your clit. Feel like it’s getting sawed in two yet slut?” he asked Mikayla.
He tapped her chin and watched as her trapped head tried to move from side to side, her meek voice once again saying, “pleasssse sir , don’t..pleass…AAWWW GAAWDDD!”, before it morphed into a shriek of panic and agony, as Roman clicked on the sex tool.
He laughed out loud. The sound reverberating around the empty cellar. Once he stopped laughing, he held Mikayla’s quivering chin. Her whimpers mixing with the buzzing sound of the vibrator. The taut rope to the hook humming and vibrating in unison with the sex toy as it pulsed continually into her sex.
“Well cunt, this should keep you entertained through the night. Hope you survive…” he checked his watch and then chuckled, “hope you survive eight hours of this. Then the crew will be back down to assess which hole to fuck you in.”
Roman turned and left Mikayla sobbing and stuttering for mercy. He never looked back, he just grinned as he walked the long corridor and then ascended the stairs. Every step away from a tortured Mikayla seeming to make her suffering screams and howling sobs louder and louder. The beginning tortured sounds of her first forced orgasm already echoing amongst the empty slave holding cells.
And he wondered with a smirk, how long that would keep up…with eight hours to go before he and the others.. would return….
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