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I was in my bikinis. Bear-foot, walking through black, murky, knee-deep, lukewarm water. Everything was strange. Surreal. It wasn't dark, I could see everything clearly, but there was nothing to see. There was no sun. The sky was empty. Void. There was no shore to be seen. Just endless, black, murky water. I couldn't even tell which way was I walking. The bottom was soggy and muddy. My feet sank deeper with every step. I felt the mud ooze through my toes. I was fighting to make each step. Fighting to pull my foot out of the mud and plant it in again, one step further ahead. The mud felt as if it was alive. The feeling was unpleasant. It gave me the creeps. I dreaded there was some terrible predator lurking in the water, waiting for me to walk into its deadly trap. And there it was, a tentacle around my ankle, holding my foot back. I can't escape! I reached for my ankle to rip the tentacle off, but another one grabbed my wrist. And the other wrist, too. And the other foot, pulling my legs apart and binding my hands together, behind my back. I lost my balance, falling flat on my face into the water. I want to scream for help! HEEEELP!!!

But I can't. No voice comes out of my throat. I feel a tentacle invading my mouth, going into my throat. I fight for air. I panic! HEEEEELP!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

- GHHAAAAAAA!!!!!

- Alright! She's awake! It was about time, bitch!

- UGGLLLGHH!!!

- Yeah, you're right! That's my cock fucking your face. Just lay back and enjoy the ride…

- C'mon man, can't you see? She can't… Lay back, that is…

- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

It was a dream. But I awoke to a reality that wasn't much better. I was lying across my bed, on my belly. My wrists were taped together behind my back, palms facing out, and my legs spread apart, ankles taped and tied to bed posts. My head would hang over the side of the bed if a black guy wasn't pulling it back by my hair, his cock pushing against the back of my throat. It was really huge, it stretched my jaw to the point of almost dislocating it. The panic I woke up with only got worse. I fought for breath as he kept pumping his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

- HHHGHHHGLLLGHAAAAA!! kh… khhh… HGHGLLLGHAAAA!!

- Yeah, yeah, you can scream all you want, cunt. Noone can hear you in this grand villa of yours… You gave the maid a weekend off, remember? HAHAHAHA!!! TAKE IT!!!

I felt someone else grope my ass, spreading my ass cheeks apart and pulling my thong off, ripping it off.

- Alriight, man! That is one. Fine. Tight. Sexy. Ass. Cherry. To pop. HAHAHAHA!!!!

- HRRRGHHHGGLL!!!!!

The other guy smeared some cold stuff over my asshole, leaned over me, pressing his cock against it. He didn't just ram it in. He pressed, slowly, but persistently and with constant force. The pain was sharp, growing, and it was so bad that tears instantly filled my eyes.

- HRRRRGGGGHHHGGLLL!!!

- Oh-oh… I can feel you fighting it. It's going to hurt more that way…

The first guy pulled out of my mouth, still pulling me by my hair. His huge black cock was dripping my spit, throbbing, right in front of my eyes.

- AAAARGHHH!!! AAAAIEEEEE!!! NNNNOOOOOO!!!

- Ooooh, baby… Is this bad man hurting your tushy?

- AAAAAAIEEEE!!! STOOOOOP!!!! YEEEEESSS!!! STOOOP!!!! PLEEEEEEAAAASEEEE!!!

- It hurts?

- YEEEEES!!!!

- So bad?

- YEEEEES!!!! AAAAAAARGH!!!!

- Really, really, *REALLY* bad?

- YEEEEEEESSS!!!! (sob) PLEEEEASEEEEE!! (sob) nggggg…

- Good. That's good. We like it when we hurt you. Oh, yeah…

- Aaaaand… Yessss!!! Feel that, bitch? I'm all inside your ass now. There goes that other cherry. You're a real whore, now! HAHAHAHA!!!!

I couldn't scream any more. The first guy continued fucking my face. They both caught the rhytam, thrusting in and pulling out at the same time. It seemed like it will never end. I was ready to pass out when the first guy came into my throat. He squirted some more on my face and in my eye as he pulled out, let go of my hair and left me to cough out his cum. The other guy came just a few seconds later, emptying his load into my ass and waiting until it was all over. He too got up. I was still squealing and sobbing, they were panting heavily.

- OK. What now?

- Well… (pant) Now… (pant) We might… (pant) Trade places! HAHAHAHA!!!

- NNNNNOOOOOOOOO- (ulp!) GHHGGGLLLLL!!!!

-oOo-

After they traded places for the third time, it took them a really long time to come. Luckily, the pain in my ass wasn't so bad any more. I took the last load right into my face and then they finally cut my hands and feet loose, and left.

I may have slept a little. Or a long time. I only know it was still night when I woke up. My butt still hurt like hell. I got up and tried to walk. The ache in my ass made me spread my legs a bit, twisting my feet, heels out, toes in. I must have have been a really pathethic sight. I turned on the light on my vanity mirror. Oh, God… My hair and face was all sticky and gooey. There were pieces of duct tape still stuck to my wrists and ankles. They tore my nighty at some point. Now it hung like a rag, clinging to my left shoulder, leaving my right breast exposed. There was a big wet stain on it. I felt under it. Oh, God… Oh. GOD! I was all wet, my pussy was dripping. Did I come? I think not. But I actually might, right now… Uhhmmmmmmm…

When I got downstairs, the two of them were sitting on my sofa, watching some NBA game on the cable, sipping on their third beer each.

- Hey, your timing's perfect! You're out of beer!

- Er… I… wh…?

- I said - you're out of beer. Go and buy some more.

- I… I… I can't go out looking like this!?

He got up and walked up to me. He stared me down. Then he pinched my nipple. Hard. *SO* hard.

- Cunt. You're. Out. Of. BEER!!!!

- Owww! Haaaa! Yes, sir! OWWW!!

He still didn't let go of my nipple. I bit my lower lip and squealed softly, looking down at my toes.

- Ten. Minutes.

I took off what was left of my nighty, scooped my hair up into a ponytail, wiped my face with my palms, smearing the stuff over my tits and belly, grabbed my raincoat and put it on. Pumps. Purse. Car keys. Money. Hurry!

The guy in the drugstore watched me with this look full of taunt and despise as he handed me the change. I took the two six-packs and raced back to the house.

- What did I tell you?

- Er… I…

- I said - ten. Minutes. Didn't I.

- I… Yes… I… um…

- It's been, what? Eddie?

- Er… Three… Two… One… Thirteen!

- I see some serious lack of respect here. What do you say, Eddie?

- Right on! Lack of respect.

- You think you can jerk us around like that?

- Yeah. Keep us waiting like that…

- I'm sorry… I-

- Shut the fuck up! I didn't ask you anything. Cunt! … Why do you have only one six-pack in the fridge in the first place? Huh? ANSWER ME!!!

- I'm s- so-o- (sob) sorry! I- (sob) f- (sob) forgot. It won't happen again. P- plea- (sob) -se-e-e f-

SLAP!

- Shut up!

- …

SLAP! SLAPP!!

- OWWW!!

He slapped my face really hard. I felt the skin on my cheek become blazing hot.

SLAPPPPPP!!!

- Didn't I tell you to shut up? Here you go all over again, jerking me around! Didn't I tell you? Didn't I? DIDN'T I???!!!!

- Y- (sob) yes y-

SLAP! SLAP!

- SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!!!! What is your problem, cunt? Can't you understand English? ANSWER ME!!!

- (sob) … (nod) … (sigh) …

- Now we're getting somewhere… What's with all the clothes? What are you, playing a nun now, huh?

I hurried to take my raincoat off.

- Well… Look at this Eddie! She's dripping wet!

He grabbed my pussy, pushing his middle finger in, hooking me with it, and pressing his palm against my clit. The familiar soggy noise proved his words.

- OOOOOHHHmmmmm…

- Oh, you'd like me to make you come, wouldn't you?

- MMMMhhhhmmmmm…

- But it doesn't work that way, you know…

- P- ohhh… please…

- First, take this beer bottle and shove it up your ass.

My fingers were trembling, I was shaking all over. I barely managed to put the bottle neck against my asshole. My knees were weak. My arms were weak. I had to put all my strength into shoving the bottle up my ass.

- HHh… GHAAAA!!! AAhhgn!! OWWW!!!

- Yeeees… That's it… Now wiggle it about… Harder! I want to feel the bottle neck pressing to the back of my finger. Riiight! Sooo! You wanna come?

- Y- YEEEESS!!!

- Beg!

- P- ooooh… p- hhhaaaa… pleEEEEASEEE!!!

- GO!

It was the hardest orgasm in all twenty years since I had my first, as a 13-year old, fingering myself in my bed, under the blanket. My knees couldn't hold me any more. I would fall down, but Eddie came up behind me, grabbed the bottle in my ass and my hair, and just held me up, impaled on the bottle while I lingered off to the la-la land…

-oOo-

I must have dozed off again. When I woke up on the floor by my sofa, they were finishing the second six-pack and daylight just started to break.

- Alright, you piece of shit. Time is money. We need to go. Come on. I want a titty-fuck for the end and my friend here wants one more blow job for the road.

He made me kneel before him, take his cock between my tits, pressing them firmly around it and work it until he squirted once more on my chin and chest. Then the other one. This time he wanted a normal blow job, and he really made me work for it. Just as he was about to come, he pulled my head back by my hair and emptied his load on my forehead and scalp.

- Come on now. We need to go.

- Oh… Yes… Sorry…

It was only when I tried to stand up that I realized that the beer bottle was still in my ass. But, as I reached with my hand to pull it out, I realized that it was the other way in. The neck of the bottle protruded  out, and the thick part was all inside. They must have did it while I was out.

- Come o-on… we don't have all day…

I hobbled as fast as I could to where I left my purse and back to them. I still had my pumps on and it certainly didn't help…

- Here. Five thousand. Cash.

- Alright!

- And… Er… Thank you… So much… You were… so… um… strong.

I blushed in a sudden rush of shyness. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes so I just kept looking at my shoes. He slapped my ass. Really hard. And kept his hand on it, groping it firmly.

- No problem. It was our pleasure! HAHAHAHA!!!! See ya!

- Er… Yes… Next weekend?

- What? No! It's just a figure of speech. Why would I want to fuck you again? It isn't like I can pop your anal cherry all over again! HAHAHAHA!!! C'mon, Eddie!

I just stood there, confused, biting my lower lip in disappointment. I gave another pleading look to Eddie as the other guy already turned his back on me and opened the front door. But Eddie just gave me that same look full of taunt and despise, and spit me in the face.

They slammed the door shut behind them. Eddies spit ran down to my lips. I slurped it in, knelt on the floor, spread my feet, pressing my ass down onto the floorboards, forcing the bottle another inch into my ass, and fingered my clit vigorously to the next two orgasms… I went for the third, but I couldn't reach it. Then I pulled the bottle out of my ass. It provoked the reaction in the bowels so I almost instantly shit and farted all the sperm out on the floor. Then I slurped it all up into my mouth and hurried into the kitchen. I took a slice of bread and let it all drip back from my mouth onto it.

Then I licked the bottle clean. There wasn't anything much on it except their cum and my ass juice. I had two enemas yesterday evening, and nothing to eat since lunch. But now I'll have a nice, nutritious breakfast. Yum!

I bought a fresh set of clothespins yesterday on the way home. Fine, strong ones, that look like crocodile jaws. I put one on each nipple.

- OWWWW!!! ooohhh… OW OW OW OW!!!! (pant) (pant) (pant)

They really hurt… Another two on my pussy

- AAAARGHHAAAA!!! (pant) OWWWWW!!!

I held the beer bottle, bottom up, on the kitchen chair while I sat on it and carefully ass-impaled myself again.

- OWWWWW!!! OUCH!

That ass pain is so… sweet. Ooooohhhmmm… So sweet… If I knew that, I wouldn't have waited for so long. I'd let the first guy that had asked for it, to fuck me in the ass.

I crossed my legs and clenched my thighs tightly together, to make the lower clothespins hurt more. As I took the first byte of my cum-sandwich, I grabbed my right nipple clothespin, twisting and tugging it, while wiggling my ass. Then I took both the nipple clothespins and turned them to face each other, pulling my nipples together. Then I imitated the motion of cow-milking. OOOOOHHHHHH!!! There it was, my third solo orgasm this morning, just… around… the corner… And I think another one is somewhere near, maybe two blocks away… Ummmmmmhhhhmmmmm…

-oOo-

I've spent almost entire weekend playing with myself the same way, torturing my nipples and pussy with clothespins, ice, dripping wax… Forcing different stuff up my butt… Masturbating endlessly… I slept on the bathroom mat, by the toilet bowl. I didn't wash at all. I enjoyed the intense smell of sperm all over me, the dried sperm crust on my face and in my hair… It was already Sunday evening when I brought myself to take a bath and prepare myself for another week in the office. Being a divorce lawyer for the gold digger wives was a very lucrative job, but even with all the money it made me, it was getting harder and harder for me to focus on it… So boring… So futile…

I tried to contact my "rapists" every day, but all I had was an instant messaging nick that didn't authorize me to see when is it online. So I just kept sending the messages without even knowing if someone read them.

On Tuesday evening, I was crazed with desire. Earlier that day, I bought myself an inflatable butt-plug. I was sitting firmly on the kitchen chair, pumping it bigger and bigger, pulling on my clothespinned nipples, twisting them, bending them all the way down and letting them jump up… and writing what I decided would be my final plea:

"Hey, Driller85, it's me again. :) I do hope that you get these IMs I've been sending. I just can't stop thinking about you. I understand that you lost your interest in me since I don't have a virgin ass any more. But I hoped that you maybe had some friends that might be in for a gang-bang? Please, please, please, please, PLEASE, give them my address! I just need them to be cruel and ruthless. I'll pay any price they want! Tommorrow I'm going to a piercing parlor to have some piercings fitted. I've read on the Internet that they make us, women, more sensitive and more obedient. I PROMISE I WILL BE A GREAT FUCK TO ANYONE WHO TAKES ME! JUST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T TURN ME DOWN!"

The next day I left work earlier beacuse the piercing guy could only take me at 5pm. I had no idea that they take appointments, too. Or maybe it was just this one. He had really great recommendations on the Internet. When I arrived there, I realized that he had no separate waiting room. Whatever he did, it was in plain view for anyone else that would happen to be in the parlor. As I entered, he was just finishing a tongue piercing on a very young girl (she was definitely still in her teens), and another one was still waiting. This other one was still having second thoughts, she was a bit anxious to begin with so, when a guy entered after me, she got cold feet and just left without getting a piercing herself.

It felt a bit awkward to discuss my piercing ideas with a guy, while another guy was watching, but it also, sort of, turned me on. My voice trembled a bit, and familiar quivers in my stomach reminded me how many times I masturbated to orgasm yesterday evening, while fantasizing about this.

- Er… Hi… I'm… I have a--nn… appointment… er…

- At five, right?

- Yes. Um…

- Yes?

- I was hoping for some advice from you about what to choose.

- Shoot.

- Well… I'd definitely like some on my nipples. And… er… I'- -- -d like it to be some kind that helps controlling me… er…

I blushed. Like a schoolgirl. Oh, God… the shame… But the guy was totally proffessional, while the other one didn't seem to pay attention. He kept fumbling with his phone.

- You mean - like a permanently sealed ring. Like this?

He showed me a photo album, turned to a page full of male and female nipple close-ups with ring-piercings.

- Wow! Um… Sorry… Ye-es, probably something like that. But… er…

- Yes?

- If a guy pulls really hard, will he tear my nipple off?

- It's possible. If you want to make it really very unlikely, you have to go with some very thick rings, like these. They are 3/16". But that will hurt you much more now, during the procedure and the next few days.

- Oh… wow… I see… er… do they… I mean… are they… um… will I…

I felt like my cheeks were burning. The shyness started to overwhelm me. I took a really deep breath and clenched my fists.

- How will you put these through my nipples? I mean - they are almost as thick as my nipples are.

- Oh, that? Well, rings this thick I must pierce through the breast flesh just behind the nipples. Could you show me your nipples, please?

- Oh! Right! Sorry!…

The other guy suddenly stopped fumbling with his phone and turned his attention to me. I took off my jacket, my blouse, and my bra.

- Hmmmm… They're very nice! These would look very good on you!

He took off his disposable gloves, and put on a fresh pair. Then he took my left tit in his hand and pinched the nipple, pulling it lightly outwards.

- See? Your nipples are well sized as it is. Such a thick piece of metal protruding the areola just behind it will make it swell permanently. That is, your nipples would enlarge by 20-30% percent after the procedure. It will look really nice. Only…

- Er… Yes?

- I should fit you with the largest rings I have. These. They are a full inch in diameter. That would be just a bit larger than your areolae. That way, with the size of the nipple, and the thickness of the ring, there would still be enough place to hook a finger into the ring. Get it?

- Oh… y- … um… yes… I do…

I was fighting *such* a strong urge to put my hand into my crotch and rub it fast. So fast. Even faster…

- So?

- Huh?

- So? Shall we do these?

- Oh! I… er… Yes! Yes, yes! Definitely, yes! And I'd like a matching one on my nose?

- You mean - on your septum?

- On my - what?

- On the membrane between the nostrils. Like so.

He showed me another photo. The woman looked grotesque with it. It was huge.

- Ugh!

- Too big?

- Er.. yes?

- Do you want it just for decoration, or for, er… control, too?

- Um… What do you think?

- It's a very severe kind of control. Depends on what kind of person you submit the control to.

- I see… I… Er… Could you… umm… make it not so big, but still thick enough not to tear my nose… er… septum?

- Ye-es?

- A-and… and… big just enough to tie some thin rope to it, or to clip a small clip, or… something…?

- Like so?

Another photo. Wow! Yes! It looked really well! The ring had maybe 1/4" slack under the nose, reaching mid-way down toward upper lip rim. And it looked robust enough…

- Yes! Yes! That's it!

- OK. Shall we begin?

- Er… I had more in mind…

- More?

- Um… I was… thinking… about the… the… you know… in my tongue… for this… er…

The blushing again… Oh, God… The other guy was totally concentrating on our conversation now.

- Like so? To perform more pleasureable fellatios?

Another photo.

- Er… Y- … yes. That. Does that hurt?

- Less than the previous two. But I'll need to do it last because your tongue will swell slightly and I need you to talk intelligebly until we're done.

- OK… and…

- More?

Oh, God, could I, please, just die, right now, please? Please?

- Um… I…  w-a-as… th- … er… thinking about something for my… er…

I couldn't bring myself to say it, I just looked down and put my hand between my crossed legs.

- I see. Have you waxed fully?

- Yes.

- Let me see it, please.

Oh, wow… How did I not see that one coming? Could I possibly go back now? I guess I could. But would I really want to?

- Er…? Did you change your mind?

- Oh! No! No! No, no, no, no…

I stood up nervously, repeating the "no" as some kind of mantra. I took off my skirt. Luckily, I had thigh-high stockings, no garter belt, so I just slipped out of my panties. Smell of my pussy juice filled the small room so fast that I didn't even had time to realize what happened before both guys smiled.

- You can sit here and put your legs up into the stirrups. And… here… have some tissues and wipe yourself a bit.

- Yes, of course… Sorry… Here…

- Alright… You have a nice, full, supple vulva. It is ideal for piercing!

- Er… Thank… you… er…

- Now… Did you have something special in mind?

- Um… I… saw… er… on the Internet… something like… for the… you know… like… to control the use of v- … vagina. With a… er… or something like… a padlock.

- Oh… Gee…

- Is it…? Er… I…

- No, no. It's a great idea. I'm just surprised that you have nothing but your ears pierced and then you suddenly want all that. I have some customers that had built up to that through several years.

- Oh… So did I, only I never had the guts to go through with it. But now I'm sure. HAHA!

- Excellent. Come over here for a second. I need to show you this one.

He opened a video on his computer.

- Now, this is very new stuff. Came in right from Germany, the day before yesterday. I haven't actually done any yet, but you seem like a perfect match for this baby. Look. You get a series of tiny rings on each of the outer labia. Six each. Notice how they are arranged. Those on the left labia and those on the right one are not aligned with each other, but rather in a zig-zag pattern. The two sides fit like a comb. See?

- Ye-es?

- And then we insert this pin, coming in from below, in this sequence - left ring, right ring, left ring, right ring,left, right… and so on. It is important to say that the pin is precisely crafted to fit the natural curve of your vulva line! Finally, it is all in. Now, see, on the lower side it ends with a ball which is not detachable. The pin is forged from a single piece of metal, together with the ball. This ball prevents the pin from passing all way through the rings. On the upper side it ends with this conical head with a rim wider than the pin thickness, And the conical head clicks into this miniature lock. See? The keyhole is on the front side. Turning the key ejects it off the conical head and you can pull the pin out the back, the same way it came in. See?

- Uhm-hm…

- So, when the pin is fully in and locked, the subject cannot insert *ANYTHING* into her vagina. The pin fits very snugly through the rings slack space, clinging to the labia skin on both sides. Even urinating and releasing menstrual blood is a specific process. Look here. When subject needs to urinate, she opens her urethra, the urin first fills the inner space behind the sealed labia and, as the pressure builds up, it starts spraying in all directions around the pin. Then, as the bladder is emptied, it continues dripping for about ten to fifteen more minutes… let me rewind that… see?

- Ye-ees?

- Similar thing happens with menstrual blood. It's pretty messy, but subjects being fitted with it usually don't have a say about it. Now, since you do, it's up to you to say if you want it. It's really radical.

- Wow… Yes… No… I mean… Yes… YES!!! I want it. YES! Do me right away!!

I was already back on the chair, with my legs in the stirrups. Meanwhile, my pussy was dripping again, so I reached for some more tissues…

- O… K… Wow… Such an eagerness… HAHAHA! I haven't had a customer like you before… I think we should start with your nose, then the nipples, then labia, and we finish with your tongue. We go from what hurts the most toward the easiest. That way I have time to observe if everything is OK, and a chance to help you with the pain. OK?

- Oh… OK. Then… wh- … er… how do you want me to… um… sit?

- Come sit over here. No, face the other way, toward me. This stand goes between your legs, you can rest your chin on it. Ye-es. That's it.

As I was squirming in the seat, the nervousness started climbing back up from my belly. With the corner of my eye I noticed the other quy. He was filming me with his phone. I guess he was unaware that his mouth weren't completely closed and his tongue protruded out a bit. I wasn't sure how to react. I just closed my eyes, bit my lip, took a deep breath… and chose to ignore him...

The piercing master was right. Nose did hurt really bad. But he put some soothing ointment right after introducing the ring and it was really good stuff.

- Do you want it detachable?

- Er… Huh?

- Detachable. Do you want me to leave the ring open, with this ball  joining the ends. This way you can take it off whenever you like.

- Um… Is there another way?

- Yes. I can solder it closed, using this soldering tip. That way it's permanent. When you want it off, you need to visit me again, or you need a pair of strong cutting pliers to cut the ring into pieces.

- Oh… Um… I won't be taking it off. You can sol- er… ss-s… what did you…?

- Solder. You want me to solder it closed?

- Yes.

- Also all the other rings?

- Yes.

- OK…

I panicked a bit when I realized that the "soldering tip", as he called it, was actually a small red hot iron poker, about the size of a pencil. I felt the heat on my upper lip skin and fought the urge to jump away. But it was all OK. He just touched the ring a couple of times. There was an unfamiliar smell of something melting and it was all over in a couple of seconds.

- Now, please, hold your breasts up, so that the chin stand is between them. Yes, move your hips a bit forward. Lean with your chest against the stand. OK. Are you comfortable?

- Uh-huh…

When he pierced the areola behind my nipples, it really didn't hurt nearly as much as my nose. But then he used more needles, one after the other, each thicker than the one before it.

- OWWWWWWWW!!!! OOOOOOOUCH!!!! (pant) (pant) (pant)

- I need to distend the hole to fit the ring in. Almost done…

- Y- OWWWW!!! HGHAAAA!!! ye-es (sob) no prob- (sob) problem…

- These last ones I need to leave in for a couple of minutes. But I can use some spray now to help you through…

He sprayed some very cold spray on my nipples. The pain went almost completely away in a split-second. The last needle was really wide, and hollow, so the ring end slid into it. This way he could introduce it before my pierced distended flesh had a chance to shrink again. Soldering these big rings took a little longer. I could feel each ring becoming burning hot inside my tit flesh as he was heating it from the outside with a soldering iron for almost the whole minute. But it wasn't so bad. Maybe because of the spray…

- Done with the nipples. Would you like to pick a chain for them now?

- Er…? Chain?

- Yes, a decorative chain that connects both nipple rings. It can also be used for some basic control. See?

The photo showed a nice pair of tits with a nickel-plated chain hanging between the nipples in a slight curve. Next one showed the same chain being pulled in the middle by a man's hand, not too hard, just enough to put some strain on the nipples. It looked *VERY* sexy!

- Yum! I'd like one *just* like that one!

- OK. Here it is, I'll put it in a small bag for you. You can wear it when the pain and the swellings go away. OK?

- Uhm-hm!

- Good. Now you can lay back there and put your legs into the stirrups.

- Er…

- Yes?

- Is it really not going to hurt more than this?

- Yes. We do have to pierce a lot of holes, but very small ones. The rings are also small and thin. I can do that with the piercing gun. It pierces a hole, introduces the ring and crimps it closed, all at once. And, since you have a nice, rich, supple vulva, I don't need to pull on your labia a lot. It will be over before you know it… First I mark the spots with a pencil, like so-o-o… Then I need to pinch the other side with these tweezers just a liiiitle bit, to keep it out of the way, a-and…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

- Wh- … hey… o- … OOOW!!

- It's fine, the left side is done.

It was really fast and quite painless. The yelp I made was more one of surprise than actual pain…

- Now, the other side… I just need to wipe you some more, this seems to have aroused you again…

- Oh… I… sorry…

Oh, God, the shame… And the other guy was filming everything...

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

FLOP… squish…

- Wow… hummm- AAAARGH!!! AAAAIEEEE!!!!

He ran his fingers over all the rings, pulling lightly on them, twisting them a bit, and running them around trough their holes. Now, that did hurt!

- I'm sorry! I had to check if they all are crimped well.

- Y- … -eah… owww… no prob- … -lem…

- Here's some ointment… It will also grease the way for the pin…

- Thanks…

- Would you mind if I made a photo for my album? Totally anonymous. Just your vulva close-up? One now, before, and the other after the pin is inserted?

His question made me think of the other guy that filmed me with his phone the whole time, and this made me laugh.

- HAHAHA! No. I don't mind. No problem.

- Thanks, ma'am.

Click! (FLASH!)

- Now, I need to introduce and retract the pin a couple of times, until I adjust its curve to match your vulva line perfectly… It may feel a bit uncomfortable…

It did sting a bit, but I felt *SO* sexy. No more access to my pussy until The Man deciedes so…

- Hum… Er… Ma'am…

- Yes?

- You are really very aroused. It's all dripping and slippery here. I can't get a proper hold of the pin. Can't you control it?

Oh. My. God. I'm sure that not only my face blushed, but my pussy did, as well. And it just made it even worse. I craved for an orgasm…

- I'- -m s- … sorry… I don't er… th- um… think I c- … can…

- Then I need to apply some powder. The problem is that you won't be able to shower afterwards so it may smell a bit funny, but it will wash out after first urination. OK?

- Oh… um… OK.

Finally… the pin was fitting perfectly. He left it in place and put the lock on the upper end. The lock clicked in place.

- That's it.

Click! (FLASH!)

- You may find it a bit awkward to walk in the beginning, but you should adapt very, very soon. You have nice, big outer labia that covered the insides as it is, so there's no stretching. They are just kept together much more strictly now.

- May I stand up now?

- Yes, of course.

It did feel a bit strange. I tried to walk around a bit. I could walk normally, only the sensation on my pussy was really great. I felt *so* fuckable… For a second, I actually thought of giving the man a blow job of gratitude.

- It feels great. Thank you so much!

- Just take care when you work out.

- Oh! I will…

- Now, about the tongue…

He did my tongue. After all that he did before that, this wasn't even worth mentioning. I got dressed, all except my bra. My nipples were the only ones that really hurt. Even my silk blouse made an uncomfortable sensation.

- I shouldn't be giving you this, but you've taken a lot of piercing at once. These are pretty strong pain killers, but also have some additional stuff to speed the healing up. Don't take more than 3 a day. If your nipples are still too sore, use this spray. It's a mild local anesthetic. But on your nipples only! It shouldn't get on your mucosa. For your nose and labia, if necessary, you can use any mild soothing cream. For the tongue - nothing. Your saliva will heal everything very soon. Your tongue is already swollen a bit, right?

- Er… yef…

- Don't worry, you'll be fine by Friday.

- Buf… I neef fo go fo work tommorrow!

- I… don't think so. You should call in sick. Also Friday, I suppose. Not only because of your tongue. Everyone will notice that you don't wear a bra, and the rings are really big, they show under your blouse.

- Oh… righf… Fhank you…

- No problem. Oh! One more thing! Here's the key for your vaginal lock. Two copies.

- Oh… No, don'f give if fo me. Pleafe, fenf bofh fo fhif guy…

I wrote "Driller85" on a piece of paper.

- OK, I know him. You want me to send it to him?

- Yef, pleafe. Nexff fay felivery.

- OK. Consider it done.

- Fhank you. If fhif enough for your work?

- No, ma'am! It's way too much!

- Fon'f worry. Keef if! Fye!

- Goodbye!

I barely composed myself to walk normally to my car. There were no people in the public garage. I sat in the back seat, behind the tinted windows, and locked the car from the inside. I needed my orgasm *SO BAD*! It was only when I pulled my skirt up and my panties down, that I realized that I can't reach my clit. NOOOOOO!!!!!!

I pulled on the lock-pin, wiggled it to and fro, but all I got was a sexy, if a bit painful sensation from my pussy lips. And it was far from orgasm. Really far. I couldn't even dare to touch my nipples. I could feel them throbbing with pain all the way I walked from the piercing parlor, while my tits bounced like crazy. (I don't remember the last time that I walked more than it takes from my bathroom to wardrobe without a bra.) Frustrated with the impossiblity to finger my clit I shoved my finger into my ass. I wished I had something bigger to sit on. To hurt me. To make me come…

After about half an hour of trying, I dropped the idea and drove home. Once there, I had something to eat, took one of the pain pills I got at the piercing parlor, and took a long, lukewarm shower. After a really long time, it washed away my sexual tension, after all, so I sprayed some ice spray on my nipples and went to sleep…

-oOo-

Next morning I decided that I really can't go to work. My tongue wasn't as swollen as yesterday, but I was still gibbering a bit. Also, my nipples didn't throb any more and it felt as if the pain has gone altogether, but as soon as I touched them, the pain seared through them so strong that I actually screamed. There was no chance that I could wear a bra, even with the pills and the spray I got. They really were miraculous, but this was simply too much to ask… So I decided to take it easy and stay home, naked, to avoid the clothes irritate my sore spots.

It was during breakfast that I remembered to check my phone and found a message from him. He replied a long time ago, yesterday, about the time I was in the piercing parlor. But yesterday afternoon was just too intense for me to think about messages.

"Whore81, what is *WRONG* with you? I'll say this one last time - FUCK OFF! I'm not interested in you, I'm not interested in your piercings, I won't see you, I won't fuck you, and, most of all, I won't pimp for you. Get it?

If you crave black cock so bad, just fly to Bahamas or something. There are dozens of them who will fuck you unconscious.

If you send another message, I will report you to the abuse service for harrassing."

I was devastated. I spent the next few hours cuddled up on my living room floor, crying, and reading the message all over again. Around noon, I got a hold of myself, at least a bit. I took my laptop and visited the forum on the internet, and wrote an update to my topic…

Whore81, newbie

"Dear all, I've been chased away!! :-(

The guys that used me last weekend really meant what they'd said. They don't want me any more. They took my anal virginity and that was it for them. They're not interested in the money, at all. I begged and pleaded, but now I'm forbidden to contact them again.

I even faced my fears yesterday and had my nose, tongue, nipples, and pussy pierced for them, hoping that they might get interested that way, but to no avail.

I'm desperate! What do I do?"

It was only minutes before first replies came in…

PatheticCunt, wannabe slave

"Whore81, my feelings reach out for you. I know exactly what you're talking about! I've been there! My boyfriend was my whole world for me. I'd live for the moments when he'd call me to come over and let me suck him off while he watched football. I took golf balls up my ass and asked for more. I myself extinguished his cigarette butts on my tits, thighs, belly and ass, to earn an ass-fuck as a reward. I couldn't come until he forced my face into a flushing toilet while coming in my ass. He was my hole world. And then, one day, he just texted me: 'Don't call me any more, cunt. You're history.'

If I only knew what can I do to earn his grace back! :-( :-( :-("

Shitface, veteran slave

"When my master sent me away. I chained myself naked, in the street, to his fence. I handcuffed myself behind my back, and locked my neck chain short, so I could only sit, squat or crouch. On my belly I wrote 'MASTER, I BEG YOU TO TAKE ME BACK'. And I'd show it to him whenever he would drive off or come back. After two days, he brought me my bowl with some water and leftover food. I had some water, but I wouldn't eat. After three more days, he came to me and told me how he's impressed with my devotion. He said that he's grown bored with me and nothing can change that, that he's got a new slave now, but that he could take me back as his personal toilet.

So, my story has a happy ending, after all! He took me back, to tend to his No. 1 and No. 2. He even lets me dildo my ass and come once a week, if I show extra eagerness!

My advice to both of you is - just let them see your true devotion! They'll take you back, for sure! "

Piggy, fuckslut apprentice

"Whore81, I was a fuck pet for a college basketball team and I thought I'd just die of sorrow when they replaced me for a fresh one even before the season was over. But I was lucky that the coach is such a nice guy. For 80% commission, he let me stay in his basement to whore my mouth for $1 and my ass for $2. But what I'm truly grateful for is that he taught me that you can always find a new master if you are well trained and obedient. He sent me away, too, after some time, and again I thought I'd die. But he recommended me to his friend who took me as a business secretary and a fuck-toy for himself and his friends. Then he, in turn, sold me to a guy that used me as a model for zoo porn movies, who, in turn, sold me to my present master who runs a chain of self-service facefuck machines.

So, don't be desperate. Someone else will take you. Just be nice and obedient. Noone likes a top-from-the-bottom bitch!"

I fought with mixed emotions as I was reading the replies… I just wanted some wild, kinky, sex fun. I was nobody's slave, that's for sure! Are those girls roleplaying? They're not for real?! They couldn't be! I mean… Wow…

And then I got an idea. Tommorrow after work, I'll go roller-skating! I didn't do that since college, but my skates should still be somewhere in the boxes, in the garage. I haven't even unpacked them since I moved into the house.

The skate park I used to visit was always a place to meet handsome, sexy, horny guys. Just wearing hot pants and a tiny top while skating would be enough to catch their attention. But those thigh-high rainbow-style cotton stockings that I'd usually also wear, would drive them crazy. Even now, 10 years or so older, it won't be too hard to play a cock-tease a while and then let them have their way with me… After work I used my office private bathroom to enema my ass clean and change into my skating outfit. I couldn't decide should I wear my new tit-chain or not. Looking at my chest in the mirror, I wasn't sure if it looked right. The nipple rings outlined lightly through my top even though it wasn't made of fabric that would cling to the body and tightly follow the body curves. It was more like a really short safari shirt without breast pockets and sleeves. But it was one size too tight for my tits, so it strained against the two buttons that held it closed. Its lower rim was reaching just a tad under my tits, if I kept my arms down. Reaching up would almost completely expose them. But the chain would show from under this tiny piece of clothing all the time, dangling lightly in the middle, its form showing clearly that it wasn't hanging from my neck. Finally, I decided to flaunt it even more. I hung an oversized glass pendant, about the size of my fist, to the middle of the chain, so I could feel it tugging on my nipples with every move I made. It almost reached my belly button and it almost looked grotesque. It felt so sexy. *So* sexy…

And I was right. I attracted much more attention that I could hope for. I picked a bunch of guys that looked the horniest there, flirted with them a bit, I even pretended I dropped something just so that I could bend over and give them a good view of my legs and ass. I was aware that also my pussy piercing must have outlined through my hot pants, but I guessed that it would just turn them on even more. And it did. I let them tug on my tit chain a couple of times, grope my ass a bit, and then gave them a significant smile before I left for my car, with a mischevious "See you, guys!".

I rolled away extra slow, with a lot of zig-zagging, giving them enough time to follow me, but, as I looked back, I saw them taking off in another direction. It made me mad, insulted, disappointed, depressed… all at once. Have I really grown that old? I just gave it up and decided to go home…

I got to my car and pressed the button on the remote to open the booth, get my sneakers, and put my roller blades in. As I squatted to untie my rollerblades, two pairs of strong hands grabbed me from behind. I felt a strong, biting odor of something soaked into a cloth pressed against my mouth and nose. Everything sunk into darkness…

-oOo-

When I came to, I was hogtied and blindfolded, in a moving car, most likely my own, most likely in the trunk. When I tried to scream, I realized that I was also gagged. Some kind of a ball was lodged in my mouth and taped shut securely. Instead of screams, only muffled grunts came out. I panicked. The longer the ride took, the worse ideas I got about who abducted me. I had no idea about how long the ride took, but it seemed like forever to me…

When the car finally stopped, the trunk opened, and I felt strong hands cutting the hogtie, leaving my hands and feet tied, and picking me up. He carried me like a sack, over his shoulder, my head hanging behind his back. It wasn't until he handled me that I felt I have no other clothes on me except my thigh-high rainbow stockings.

I was carried up several flights of stairs. I could hear many footsteps, but no voices. Noone spoke. Not even a word. Not even a whisper. I tried to beg through my gag. I started to cry, shivering like a leaf, completely panicked. But noone seemed to pay attention to me.

Finally, we arrived somewhere. The guy put me onto a flat surface, laying me on my back, untying my hands behind my back and pulling them in front. He pulled my knees up to my chest and my elbows between them. A stick went in between my knees on one side and my elbows on the other, keeping me from stretching out. Finally, they taped my ankles and wrists all together, reaching up from my body. They untaped my mouth and pulled the gag out, but I couldn't even start to say anything because they immediately tied something to my nose ring and pulled it down, so I had to hang my head over the edge of the surface I layed on, all the way back, as much as I could, to relieve the strain on the nose. It was impossible to speak like that. My ass and my face were completely exposed. They didn't remove my blindfold and they still didn't utter a word. They just started fucking me, both sides. Non stop, taking turns… As they would come into my mouth, they used something soft (probably a permanent marker) to tally their cumloads on my chest. Those that came in my ass, tallied it on my ass and thighs.

Soon my blindfold slipped off, but it didn't make much difference anyway. The endless chain of facefucks while my head was strung up upside down had all the spit and cum ooze over my eyes and forehead into my hair so, even though the blindfold slipped, all the goo just poured over my eyes and I couldn't see anything. Fresh cocks just kept coming in, one after the other. I realized it wasn't going to end any time soon…

-oOo-

I must have passed out at some point. When I came to again, I was still in the same position, only my nose was untied. Oh, God, please… Mercy, please! Let me go, please, I won't tell a soul!

Someone shoved a huge butt-plug violently into my ass, and then pulled it out as fast as he could, repeating this a couple of times. It had the effect much like unclogging a drain, making my bowels excrete all the cum that previous chain ass-fucking had reposited there. The sound of dripping told me that there was really a lot of that stuff in my ass, and that there was some plastic bowl or something like that, just under my ass, that they used to collect it all.

- Well, cunt, that's a shitload of cum… Literally. HAHAHAHA!!!

Oh, joy! It was him! Driller85! Oh, wow! My heart raced with happiness. I smiled. I tried to speak, but with my mouth still full of cum and goo, it was only gibberish.

- Oh, happy to see me, huh? HAHAHA! Did you like the party.

- Ugh-huh!

- Yes, I bet you like it now, but you were terrified then, right?

- Ugh-huh!

- Yeah, damn right you were. And you were much more fun that way, you know…

- Hugh?

- Yes, you were. Fighting for breath, clenching the ass, panicking for your life… You thought we were going to snuff you, didn't you.

- Ugh-huh…

- Yeah… You'll get to see it all later. It's uploading to the porn tube right now. I'll send you the link… HAHAHAHA!!!

- Hgn!! Gh… Aglll!!! Ugh…

- Yes, you're a movie star now. Tell me… did you come?

- Ugn-gn…

- No… Thought so… Poor baby… And you couldn't even rub yourself to an orgasm these days, because of this fine german invention, right?

- Ugh-huh!

- Turn your head to this side. Spit the stuff out now.

He held the same plastic bowl for me to spit in.

- You did well, you know. You're a natural born whore.

- Gh… (cough) ugh… th… er… than- (cough) thank you…

He unlocked my pussy pin and pulled it out slowly.

- Maybe I let you rub yourself a little.

- Oh- (cough) please! Please!

- Or should I rub you a little?

- Yes! Please! Um… I… Please!

I felt his fingers prying my pussy open.

- Ugh! That's disgusting! You filthy whore! Don't you wash?

- I- I couldn't! It was locked! I-

- Jeeez… Look at that… All that white creamy stuff? Is that…? Wait… Was that…? Nnno… Man! MAAAN!!! Hey, guys, look at that! Her pussy was dripping wet for days, but it couldn't leak out so it, sort of… condensed inside… HAHAHA!!!

- I'm sorry, I… it was locked! I… I couldn't wash! I'm sorry!

- Hey, JT, fetch me a spoon, will ya? Yeah, there, in the top drawer… Thanks…

I felt the cold metal protruding into my pussy. He scraped the stuff off.

- Here. A yummy desert… HAHAHAHA!

He shoved a spoonfull of the stuff into my mouth. The taste was really foul. There was a hint of pee in it, too.

- Don't you dare spit it out, whore!

I didn't. But I couldn't bring myself to swallowing it, either. I just kept it into my mouth, trying to speak through it.

- Pleafe, will you wub me now, pleafe?

- Rub you? You mean, would I touch your filthy hole with my fingers? No way, man, no way…

- Pleafe! PLEAFEEE!!

- Here, man, you can use this.

- Alright!! Thanks…

It was a stick, wooden, I think. He fucked my pussy with it for a while, than rubbed it against my clit, bringing me to a brink of orgasm, and then stopping abruptly, denying me the relief, waiting for me to lose it and then starting again. After he repeated it for a couple of times, I was completely crazy with begging and pleading. At some point I completely forgot and swallowed the stuff that I kept in my mouth.

- That's it for now. You're not allowed to come yet…

- NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!… AAAAARGH!!!

He shoved something really big and very cold up my ass.

- Now… This is a special bonus from Jamie. Your friend from the piercing parlor…

- HGAAAA!!! Wh- AAAARGH!!! What?

- He made a matching set for your pussy lock, to expand the options… See, this steel butt plug with a hole on the outer end goes with this other, longer pin. After the plug is all the way in your ass, I slide the pin into the hole on the plug end, from behind, and then through all the pussy rings, the same way the other pin was in. Like so…

He was locking my pussy closed again, only this time the pin was longer, going through my ass crack (and through the butt plug tail, protruding from my ass). The lock in front wasnt just a lock. It was a part of a leather belt. Between my buttocks, the pin didn't end with a ball, but there was also a leather belt attached to it. The other side of belt attached to the first belt behind my back. They cut the tape around my wrists and ankles, removed the stick between my knees and elbows and lifted me up to my feet. I was too numb and shaky so they had to hold me up by my arms while he adjusted and tightened the belt.

- So? How do you like it?

- Uhmmmmm… I feel so sexy… M- er… may I wipe my eyes to see it?

- No.

- Oh… Sorry…

- And the butt plug? How does it feel?

- Oh… oww… it's… so big… and so cold…

- Big?

- Yes. It's both. Thick… and long… It stretches me so… um… It feels like it's splitting me in two. Like a wedge. And I fell it inside, pressing up. So big… *SO* BIG… uhmmmm…

The goo from my forehead and eyes started crawling back down to my mouth. Much slower than before. It has obviously started to dry.

- Oh, but you didn't feel it in all its glory, yet! HAHAHA!! See, the hole on the outer end is not just a hole, it's a slit, actually, so there are good 4 or 5 inches still sticking out of your ass. It's only when you sit down that it'll slide all the way in.

- Oh, God…

- Why don't you try, huh? HAHAHAHA!!!

They lowered me down, my legs to my sides, my feet back, sitting my ass right on the floor between my feet.

- HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHAAAA!!!

- Nice, huh?

- HHHAAA!!

- Like it?

- HHHHH… hhhh… hhhaaaaa… Uh-huh… huuuuuuhhhhh…

I had to lean forward and shift some weight to my arms.

- So big… so big… soooooo biiiiiig…

- Now you may wipe your face. Rub it all into your hair.

I obediently scooped all the goo from my face and rubbed it into my scalp. There was just enough for the top of my head.

- Don't worry, you've collected plenty more…

He took the bowl and started pouring the stuff collected from my ass onto my head, and I kept rubbing. I cupped all my hair up to dip it into what he poured on my head, combing the dipped hair with my fingers, rubbing, massaging, combing again…

By the time we were done, my hair was all and completely perfused with countless men's cum, my own ass juices and some spit. It was only when he spoke again that I remembered that I can open my eyes now. I was sitting in the middle of a really shabby-furnished but large room. Daylight was coming through extremely dirty windows. The day was very bright so there was ample light inside, but, had there been some clouds, it would be almost completely dark. There was a big bunch of guys in the room. I could see 20 or so, but there must have been more behind me.

- Good. Now, make braids. One on each side. You can now make them stick out to the sides, like Pippi Longstocking… HAHAHA!!!

Some things you never forget. Like braiding hair. It must be 15 years since I did it last, but the fingers just wove by themselves. When I finished the first one, he handed me a red ribbon, and I tied the braid end with it. Then a green ribbon for the other one. The goo-covered hairs really kept any form I left them in. The braids actually stuck out to the sides, just as he wished.

- Excellent. Pippi Longstocking finally adult. HAHAHAHA!!!! Here, look!

He pointed to a big wall mirror leaned against the wall, in the corner. Still a bit shaky, I stood up and carefully tried to walk up to it. The butt plug made me stick my ass out a bit and spread my legs, to relieve the tension as much as I could. As I made the few steps between where I was and the mirror, I felt the plug easing slowly out, until it reached the end of the slit through wich the pussy-ass pin was introduced.

The sight of me made me so hot and horny again. I looked *SO* *SO* *SOOOO* SEXY!!! I still had my thigh-high rainbow stockings on, and the tit-chain was here, only the big glass pendant got lost somewhere along the way. With the braids I really looked like Pippi Longstocking. My bright read lipstick was smeared half way across my cheeks and black mascara lines ran across my temples to behind my ears, while the rest of it formed black spots around my eyes. There was no doubt that I was freshly gang-banged.

And the chastity belt I now wore looked so great. Black V-shaped leather belt and shiny stainless steel of the pin and the rings went so well together. The belt lined up around my hips. I turned around to try and see the back side. It also had a slightly less accented V-shape pointing into my ass-crack from which came the other belt which was again locked into a small lock on the tip of the "V". A shiny stainless steel shaft, at least 3 inches thick, protruded down from my ass, wiggling to and fro as I clenched my ass. I looked so great with it!

My ass and the back of upper thighs were covered in tally marks. I couldn't count precisely, but there were dozens. I turned back around and counted the tally marks on my chest and tits. It took me a minute or two. 47. Wow!

- Oh, thank you so much! This is great!

I was so happy, I jumped up and down a couple of times, like a little girl. My tit-chain swinged wildly.

- Weeell… Glad you like it so much. HAHAHA!!!

- Could I just wash my face a bit, before I go out.

- Of course. We thought of that… Get over there…

He pointed to a door. It was a (really dirty and shabby) bathroom. I went to the sink, but there was no water running from the tap.

- Er… there's no water…

- I know. The tub.

- Um… No… No water there, either.

- Don't worry, just get into the tub.

I turned around and saw him unzipping his pants, pulling his dick out.

- Get in. What are you waiting for?

- What… are… you… er…?

- Get. The fuck. IN!!!

I hopped into the tub and squated, facing him. I did understand what was his idea. I didn't like it at all, but his voice attained a really sinister tone as he yelled at me…

Forty pissloads or so later, the smeared make-up was all washed clean, but the tally marks were still there. I was all wet, but luckily they didn't make me swallow any.

- Here. Put your All-stars on. We don't want you sloshing around with  soaking-wet stockings.

- May I take the stockings off?

- No.

- Yes, sir.

- And your clothes…

I put the top on. It stuck a bit since my skin was still wet from all the piss. But the problem with the hot pants and the monster-butt-plug was much bigger. Finally, he cut a hole in hot pants, so that the butt plug can protrude out through it. Looking myself in the mirror again, I looked even hotter.

He yanked my tit chain as he started walking.

- Come on. We haven't got all day. These guys expect to get paid, you know…

- Oh- OWWWW!! I… er… OW! yes, y- OWWWW!! OUCH!! yes of course. How much?

- 43 guys, times 200, that's… what… 8 grand and something. Make it ten!

- OWWW! I… I don't- OUCH!! have it with me. OWW!! I could write you a check?

- Yeah… It'll do.

The place we were in was some old, condemned building with low-rent appartments. He was yanking on my tit-chain all the way down the five flights of stairs and into the back alley, where my car was. I wrote a check and he gave it to his friend Eddie, the one who fucked me with him the first time, at my place. Eddie left with all the other guys and he stayed with me. He still had my car keys. I reached out with my hand for them.

- Well… thank you for everything. You were amazing…

- We have one more thing to do.

- We do? What?

- Tell me, how do you suppose you'll be doing your number two now?

- Oh… Um… I… didn't… er… really… um… come around to think about it… Er…?

- Maybe I could give you the key…

- Er… yes…?

- No.

- No…

- So, then…

- I… don't… know…

- So, that one more thing to do is…

- Oh! You'll show me how?

- Yeah. Finally… Get into trunk. I'm not having you soaked in piss like that, beside me in the car.

The ride didn't take too long. He drove me to another abandoned building. We descended into the basement. It was cold, dark, reeking of mold, shit and piss, and it was infested with rats and roaches. There were only some very small windows all the way up under the ceiling, letting just barely enough light inside to manage around.

- This room. Every Friday, from 4pm on.

- Er… I…?

- If you want to shit, you have to be here, Fridays, 4pm, and bring five grand with you, in cash. I may come later. Maybe 5, maybe 8, maybe midnight. But I may come at 4pm sharp. Whenever it is that I do come, if I don't find you here then, I turn around and leave. And you wait until next Friday. Get it?

- Yes.

- Every time you show up, I unlock the belt and take the plug out. You have 15 minutes to do your business and then the belt is back, unless you're willing to pay extra for a fuck.

- I see.

- For another 5 grand, you get two enemas and then wait some more, until some guys come to fuck you. Mouth and ass. If you wish a pussy-fuck and an orgasm, the price is another 10 grand. Get it?

- Yes.

- Now, when you arrive, you are to assume a position here. If you're not in that position when I arrive, no business. No shitting, no fucking, no nothing. But I still take five grand for waisting my time.

- O… K… What p- p- er… position?

- First. You must wear this same outfit. Only. Nothing else is acceptable.

- OK

- Then, when you get here, put the money there, under that brick, and take the top and the hot pants off. Kneel here, on this gravel, legs spread so these bars on the sides remain between them. Take this iron bit, fit it in you mouth, and click it locked behind your neck. It will keep your mouth open widely while you wait.

- Should I try it now?

- Yes.

I took my hot pants and my top off and knelt down. The gravel hurt my knees instantly. The bars were positioned so wide apart that I could feel my thighs ache from the stretching. And the bit was really nasty. I barely managed to open my mouth wide enough to take it in.

- Aaaaghhh- khh- kghghhh…

- Good. Now… Your head goes under that bar in front of you, you should feel the bar on the back of your neck… That's right… face down into the dirt… Now you get the idea what's the bit for, right? This way, your little friends get to explore your mouth a bit. HAHAHAHA!!!

I actually felt some roaches wiggle under my cheek as I pushed my head into the place. EEEEK!!!!

- HGHAAAA!!! GHOOOO!!!

- Oh, don't be scared. They're friendly little buggers. They won't harm you. They just like damp and warm places. Like your mouth… HAHAHAHA!

- HHGHHKKKHHAAA!! KHHHAAA!!

- That won't help much. They'll just keep coming back. If you wish to keep them out of your mouth, you have to keep your face off the ground…

It was *MUCH* easier said than done, but I tried with all my strength. I *HATE* insects! I HATE THEM!!

- Now, reach back for that hook between your feet. Pull… Stronger… You must pull stronger, there's a spring winding the reel back on. Good. Hook it to your tit chain.

- AAAAAARGHH!!!!

- Yes. It's a nice, strong pull, isn't it? HAHAHAHA!!!

- Gurrrrghhaaa!

- Yeeees… that's it… The small hook hanging in front of your face is for your nose, obviously… Good… And now reach back and up with your hands. More… more… MORE GODDAMIT!!

It was really hard… I tried reaching, but it was really hard… Finally I managed to grab what felt like a pair of handcuffs hanging from something.

- Hghoogg I ghookhh ehh?

- Yes, lock them around your wrists… Good… And now give them a good firm yank down.

As I did that, the thing they were hanging from reeled swiftly back up and suddenly I felt a strong pull both on my nose and my arms.

- AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!

- That's it. You either rest your arms, or your nose, but not both at the same time. Get it?

- Hhhhhghaaaa…

- Do you like it?

- Ugh-hugh!

- Really, really like it?

- UGH-HUGH! UGH-HUGH!!

- How about this?

He stepped with the sole of his boot on the butt plug, pushing it all the way in.

- AAAAAARRRRRGHHHH!!!!!!!!

- Like it?

- AAAAARRRRGGHHH!!! UGH-HUGH! UGH-HUGH!!

Good. I have some errands to run. Meanwhile, this thing will replace my foot here behind you. I'll let you enjoy yourself a couple of hours… See you!

He fixed something behind me that pressed against my butt plug. After several tries, I found the move that I could make in my restraints that would push my ass back and take that last 4 inches in. I kept humping it, wilder and wilder. I discovered that, if I thrusted really violently on it, so that it hits the steel pin passing through it, the pin would, sort of, press into my pussy and I could feel the pressure increase on my swollen clit. I hoped I could rub myself to an orgasm this way, but I couldn't hold this position for longer than a few seconds. The strain on my arms and nose was just too big. I was totally crazed with desire. I completely lost all track of time. I even stopped noticing all the roaches and rats scurrying around me, letting them crawl all over my hair and face…

- Well… *NOW* I see you *REALLY* like it. Sick cunt.

- AAAAIIIEEEE!!

He totally startled me.

- I see you're dying for an orgasm.

- UGH-HUGH!!

- A nice, big, strong… shattering… orgasm.

I felt the toes of his boot pressing and rubbing against my pin-locked pussy

- UGH-HUUUUUGH!!!

- How much of your fancy *attorney at law* money would you give for an orgasm now?

- HHGHHUGGHEEEAWWWWGGGHHHEEEEEGGH!!!

- What was that? Are you trying to speak?

- HHGHUGH-HUGH!

- You are?

- UGH-HUGH! UGH-HUGH! UGH!! HUGH!!

- How much then? Ten grand? Twenty?

- UGH-HUGH!

- Twenty?

- UGH-HUGH!

- Do I hear twenty five?

- UGH-HUGH!

- Wow… You are *so* desperate… You're so pathethic…

He unlocked my wrists from the cuffs and the bit from my mouth, letting me do the rest. My arms and legs were totally numb. It took me some time before I could actually move. Meanwhile I pulled my head out from under the bar that prevented me from lifting it up and spitted a roach from my mouth. When my arms started to function again, I tried to get up but I just managed to lift a my knees couple of inches. That moment, as the pressure of the gravel finally went away, my knees started to hurt like hell. I managed to roll over and lay on my back, rubbing them with my palms, screaming and sobbing.

- Keep them apart, wide apart…

He stepped on my pussy, pressing and twisting his foot against it.

- HHGHHAAAAAAARRRRGGG!!! GHHHNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnn… mmmmmmm… ooooooooohhhhhh… Please, Driller, please, make me come. I'm a pathethic sick lawyer cunt. I'm desperate. I'm dying for an orgasm. Please, let me have an orgasm! Please!

The sole of his boot pressed the locking pin and the piercing rings into my pussy-meat, into my swollen clit, gritting them against it, left… right… left… right… up and down… left… right… I needed less than 15 seconds to start coming, but it seemed like forever before the spasms passed…

I may have been out for a couple of minutes. When I came around, I was still laying on my back, and I felt stuff leaking from my locked pussy lips. I wasn't sure if it was just an overwhelming quantity of my pussy juice, or if I peed myself even without being aware of that, during the mind-shattering orgasm. I opened my eyes. I don't know if I just didn't notice it before or was I out that long, but it was dark outside, and the only light seemed to come from some  faint electric light somewhere behind me. He was standing astride me, grinning…

- Ohhhh… thank-ggggrrrRRRRGGGLLLLLGGGHHLLL (cough) (cough) GHHAAAA!!!

As I was thanking him, he pissed right on my face and in my mouth. My eyes burned. The taste was foul, acidic, salty, and it smelled of cheap beer.

- You were saying?

- GHAAA!!! (spit) WHAAA!!! Why did you do that?

- Because you agreed to pay $25,000 for me to grind your cunt with my boot for 15 seconds and make you come. And then you pissed yourself while coming. You're a pathetic sick piece of shit and you deserve to have your face pissed on. Daily. But don't worry, I won't charge you this time. HAHAHA!!! Come on, get up now, I waisted enough time on you!

He grabbed my tit chain and pulled me up violently. Panickingly, I struggled to get up before he ripped my nipples off. Luckily, the piercing guy did his job very well - the nipple rings were too thick to get ripped off just like that, but Driller actually distended my nipples so much that, as I stood up, I could watch them shrink back to normal for almost ten seconds or so. I was terrified. For the first time I felt real fear. This man could really, seriously, hurt me. I better not make him angry.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Thank you, thank you so much!

Accidentaly or not, the two pieces of clothes that were not piss-soaked before - my top and my hot pants - were on the ground right next to my head as he pissed on me, so now, as I put them back on, I was completely wet, soaked in piss and dripping some of my own from my locked pussy. As he led me out into the fresh air, I remembered what foul stench there was, in there, in the basement.

- Come on, hurry up! My 25 grand…

- Oh! Right! Yes… Er… My… car…?

- There. It's open. Key's in the ignition.

I wrote him a check.

- Here. Thank you again. Thank you so much for changing your mind, thank you!

- If you're really so grateful, you should show it. Talk is cheap.

I fell down on my knees in front of him.

- Would you like to fuck my face?

- HAHAHAHA! You are a filty toilet whore. I just pissed in your mouth, after you spit the roaches out. What makes you think I'd put my cock in that mouth?

- I'- m- … er… sorry… I… what… er?

- Think, stupid, think… Think of something… more appropriate…

I looked up at him, looking for a hint. And then I got it. His boots! He made me come by rubbing my pussy with his boot! Suddenly it seemed so logical. So… natural… I got down and started kissing and licking his boots. He let me do this for 5, maybe 10 minutes before even speaking a word.

- Good. Very good. Now fucking leave.

He pressed the sole of his boot against my cheek and shoved me away, full force.

- See you Friday. Don't forget the money. Strictly cash. No more checks!

- Yes, of course. A week from today. I'll be here.

- No, not a week from today. Friday. If you miss the time, you may end up tied like that for a whole week.

- But… Today is Friday… I…

- No. It's Saturday. Evening. Almost Sunday.

- Wow… I… Um… How…?

He didn't pay any more attention to me. He sat in his car and drove off. I looked around for something to put on my car seat, so I don't mess the upholstery up, but it was too dark. So I just got into the car and started driving. It took me some time to get my bearings and find out where exactly was this place that I need to come back to every Friday. The monster-plug in my ass was *so* distracting…

Later, on the way home, I kept thinking about where the hell did I lose one whole day? It was Friday afternoon when they abducted me in the public garage. I was unconscious, but not very long. I was still in the trunk of the car when I regained consciousness… And they didn't take me anywhere too far. It was all within city limits. So… How long did they gang-bang me there? For the rest of Friday afternoon and the whole night? Is it possible?

When I got home, I went straight for the big bedroom mirror. I turned my back to it and used a smaller hand mirror to count the tally marks on my ass and thighs. 68. Sixty-eight. OMG! Sixty-eight. Times. I took it. Up. My. Ass. And now I wear all that sperm on my scalp. No wonder my braids stand to the sides like that. Can't imagine any better hair gel than that… 

68 cocks. If each one took only ten minutes in average, it's more than eleven hours. O. M. G. They *DID* gang-bang me the whole night! Suddenly I felt such an overwhelming urge for another orgasm. I grabbed my butt plug, wiggling it to and fro. *DAMN*, I'd pay another 25 thousand to get another boot-rub…

This thought got me an idea. I went back to the garage and took the spare wheel from the car. I stood it up in rolling position and sat astride it with all my weight. The sensation was good, but not so strong as when he did it with his boot. Then I remembered to take the hot pants off… OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!

-oOo-

It should have been immediately obvious to me - my life as I've led it up to the point of being obducted - was over. I spent the whole Sunday riding my spare wheel. And I hadn't had a shower. I hadn't even washed. I hadn't. Even. Changed. My clothes. I decided to enjoy my sperm-packed hair and my piss-soaked stockings, and top for as long as I could. In the evening, I had sent an E-mail to my secretary, telling her to cancel all my appointments for the next week. I'd invented a story that I've come down with high fever and that the doctor said I should stay in bed for a week.

After that, I went to sleep in the basement, on a piece of cardboard. Monday morning, it took me totally by surprise when I got a reply from my secretary, saying that all the partners already found E-mails with links to videos of my weekend gang-bang party in their inboxes that morning and that I was already fired from my job. I went out, still dressed in my piss-soaked slut outfit, and bought a large supply of canned dog food. When I came back home, I lookeed for the filthiest spot in the basement, emptied one can right there, on the ground, and then got on my knees, with my hands on my back, face into it, and had my breakfast. After that, I had some water from the toilet bowl. Then I set up my laptop in the basement, so that I can use it while I ride my spare wheel. I logged back on to the forum. I had to share all this with my friends…

Whore81, newbie

"Hey, guys!

What a wonderful twist! :-) I'm *so* happy. After my last post here, I decided to go roller-skating in a very skimpy outfit, to find someone else that would have me. After I almost gave up on that idea, I got obducted, driven away in the trunk of my own car, and then gangbanged for the whole night! WOW!! :-) My pussy now has a series of rings pierced into each of the outer labia and a pin lead in through them, locking it completely closed, so they fucked my ass and my mouth. The guys tallied their fucks on my ass and on my chest. Later on, I counted 47 facefucks and 68 up my ass!!! :-) YAAAAAY!!! I'm a true fuckslut now!! :-). And not only that! When they were all done, I realized it was Driller85 that organized the party. He did change his mind, after all! :-) He had me squeeze all the sperm out of my asshole, rub it all into my hair and then make braids that still stick to the sides of my head, like Pippi Longstocking. :-) Here - I'm uploading my photo with this post… Then he installed a metal monster-plug into my ass, that locked in together with the same pin as my pussy. Now I can't poop but once a week - Fridays afternoon I may visit this place and bring money for him to unlock the pin and let me do my No. 2. And even peeing is a problem with this pin-lock. It sprays all around and dribbles for 5, sometimes almost 10 minutes after I'm done. My only problem was - I didn't know how would I go to work like this? The thing in my ass sticks out almost 4 inches if I'm not sitting down… But it feels *SO* sexy! :-) However, I got an E-mail from the office this morning that I'm fired as, apparently, all the partners in the firm recieved links to the videos of my action, in their inboxes. So, I don't have this problem any more…"

I came twice before I managed to complete my post, and the third one was coming along as the first reply popped in...

Piggy, fuckslut apprentice

"Wow, Whore81, I *REALLY* do envy you! Of course, now that I work in a self-service face-fuck machine, I sometimes get as much as 120 cocks down my throat per 12-hour shift, but I think my personal record was only 28 in a row up my ass. That was before, while I was the team pet. Tell us how did it feel? How big is the butt-plug? Does it hurt?"

PatheticCunt, wannabe slave

"Piggy, I must thank you, *SOOOO* much. You inspired me to snap out of it. Three days ago I went out on the street, pretending to turn tricks and, when two policemen picked me up, I offered them to fuck me in return for my freedom. They stripped me, hand-cuffed me behind my back and fucked me ass and mouth, and then closed me into a dumpster to wait for them until their shift was over. They got back in the morning with more friends so I'm a fuckslut now, too! :-) I can't say there were 68 of them, but even 12 is a large number for me, since my boyfriend was the only one I'd ever been with before this. Yaaay! :-)"

Whore81, newbie

"Piggy, it's *REALLY* *BIG*. I mean - BIG. It may be something like 3 inches in diameter, I don't know exactly, but it feels like it's splitting me in two. Every step I make hurts. And when I sit and push the last four inches in, I can feel the dull pressure in my belly, as if it presses against my stomach. I feel so sexy! :-)"

Shitface, veteran slave

"Whore81, I'm so happy for you! :-) But I sense there's more than you've told us, right? ;-)"

Whore81, newbie

"Yes, there is, how did you guess? :-) After they finished the gang bang, and after I got the butt-plug, they had me squat in a bath tub and pissed all over me, one by one, and I still wear the piss-soaked stockings on me now! :-) Then Driller took me to this place where I need to go on Fridays, to show me the procedure, and left me there chained in an awkward position to wait for him. When he got back, he caught me humping the butt-plug and then I offered him more money to make me come. So he stepped with his army boot on my locked and pierced pussy and squashed it raw to an orgasm so hard that I peed myself. Then he again pissed on my face and in my mouth and left. Now, at home, I bought some canned dog food and ate some (no hands! :-) ), off the ground, in the basement. OMG, I feel so filthy! :-)"

Shitface, veteran slave

"Yes, that's it. You're hooked! :-) No more normal life for you! :-)"

Piggy, fuckslut apprentice,

"Right on! You're one of us now! :-) Welcome!"

Whore81, newbie,

"Thank you, guys! :-) I'll keep you posted!"

-oOo-

Of course, they were right. The next two months, all my savings melted into the Friday toilet breaks, ass, mouth, and pussy fucks. Other days of the week I spent in the basement, riding the spare wheel, pissing on the ground, on the same spot where I ate dog-food from and slept in. For a while I tried to earn some money by offering blow jobs and face-fucks in the streets on weekend nights, but the most I managed to get was a 20 for a really rough face-fuck by a really *HUGE* black guy. There was no way for me to earn anything even remotely close to the amount I payed to Driller every Friday.  So… weeks later, after I sold my house, I rented a cheap garage near the abandoned factory that I visited on Fridays so I didn't even need my car any more (except for the spare wheel that I kept). I also didn't need any other clothes except the outfit that I was to wear on Fridays. I was sinking to the bottom, ultra-fast lane…

I lost track of time. I lived for the Friday gang-bangs. Most of the times, they were all-night fuck-orgies with dozens of people taking turns on me. As the cash grew thinner, I stopped paying for the pussy-fuck and the orgasm, then I stopped paying for the ass and mouth fuck, as well. Then I started to take toilet breaks every other week, and to be able to hold it for that long, I started to eat only once a day, then only every other day, fishing for food from the dumpsters on the even days. Then I switched to eating from the dumpsters only…

Then… I got evicted. The money was all gone. My first homeless night I spent in a dumpster, to keep warm. I dreaded the oncoming Friday. I was really scared of what was to come. If I lock myself into the position and didn't bring the money, will he leave me there to die like that? Finally, I decided to write him a letter, pleading for mercy, explaining my position to him, begging him to take me as his permanent slave…