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This is a particularly brutal and nasty story.  If you are the least bit sensitive and tend towards queasiness, ignore the story and instead read ?Snow White and the Seven Studs?.

In My Own Words   by Janet Baker

What a day!  I’ll be so glad to kick off my heels and relax for a while before

starting supper.  Who is at the door?  Oh, it must be the paper boy.

?Good evening madam, I’m Officer Wilson, city police force. 

May we have a moment of your time??

?Certainly, can you show me some ID, you’re not in uniform??

Oh my God, he’s pulling a gun, pushing me back!

?You’re not a cop!  Get out!?

?Quiet lady or I’ll shoot!  This gun is silenced.  No one will hear!?

?Please!  What do you want??

?My friend and I want you!  Turn around!?

I turned, he grabs me, holds the gun to my neck, another man enters, shuts my door.  He’s holding my mouth shut, I can’t move.  They’re placing a mask over my face!  Oh my God!  It’s nitrous oxide!

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Where am I?  I can’t move!

?Help?please! Is anyone there?  Can you hear me??

I’m naked and tied to a bed!  My legs are spread apart, tied to the bed posts.  Funny looking bed posts.  Look like big beams of some sort.  Rings and hooks in the posts.  Oh my God! What’s going to happen to me?

?Cunt!  Shut up! You’re here for our pleasure!  Shut up or I’ll gag you!  I’d cut your fucking tongue out but I want it wrapped around my cock!  Now shut up!?

Oh God!  Ohm myy Goddd!  I’d better be quiet.

?Dude!  C’mere!  Help me put the cunt in her cage.  Put ‘er collar on, then ‘er belt.  Cuff ‘er wrists to ‘er belt.  Give ‘er ‘nough chain to play with ‘er cunt.?

I’m in a steel cage, they’re locking the gate. ?Please.  Don’t leave me locked in here.?

?Ace, link her collar to a bar so she can’t sit.?

?Please don’t.  I’ll choke.?

?Keep standing cunt.  You’ll be OK.?

Now what? He’s putting a belt around my waist, pulling me to the cage bars.  It hurts.  It’s too tight.  Ohhh no!  He’s fingering me.

?Please no!  Please!?

?Ace, the cunts getting pissy, gag ‘er.  Yeah, the cock gag.  Shove it in ‘er mouth.  Strap it tight.  Real tight.?

It hurts.  Please, not tighter.  Oh God, no. Yuck, it tastes awful.  My mouth hurts.

Now it’s two fingers. Ohhh!  He’s too rough.  He’s hurting me.

?Owwwmpfh!?

?Hey Dude, let’s shove the cock in ‘er and strap it to the bar ‘n let ‘er fuck ‘erself on it.?

?No Ace, she’ll just stand there.?

?Oh no she won’t.  I’ll be behind her poking her.  She’ll fuck ‘erself or have holes poked in her ass.  If she slows I’ll poke.  Hey!  Maybe the cattle prod.  That’ll move her pretty little ass.?

?Got that cunt?  Fuck yourself on that cock or you’ll get the prod.  Understand??

?Ace, if we had two cunts we could make them fuck each other.?

?Yeah Dude, somting to think on.  Dude!  Toss me the whip.  I wanna leave some marks on her ass an’ lissen to ‘er scream.?

Oh God!  How can they be so cruel?

?Cunt!  I’m changing your gag.  I’m putting a bit gag on you so you won’t bite your tongue off. C’mon, out of the cage, over to the pole.  Chained to the pole, you won’t go anywhere.  Now cunt, a taste of what you’ll get if you don’t do as you’re told.?

He hit me again and again. I passed out from the pain.  When I revived, I had been strapped to the pole so I wouldn’t choke on my collar.  I cried and he whipped me again.  I screamed and he hit me harder.  Eventually he stopped, released me from the pole and stood me with my hands above me, chained to a beam overhead.  He walked around me leering at me.  I closed my eyes.

?Open your eyes cunt, watch me.  Ya know cunt, you have nice big tits.  Maybe I should tie them and hoist you off the floor by your tits. Nice, huh??

?Oh please no.  Anything else.  I’ll do anything but don’t hurt me.  Please don’t whip me again?

?Dude, I’m getting tired.  Let’s fuck the cunt and call it a night.?

?It’s early Ace, we have hours yet.?

?Yeah but it’ll take hours ‘till she’s fucked out.  Hang ‘er up, spread ‘er legs, we’ll fuck ‘er fore and aft then do doggy.  She can suck you first then me while I’m fucking her cunt.?

?Yeah, we’ll strap ‘er to the bench and leave ‘er ‘till we’re ready again.  Whip ‘er now and then to keep her awake.  But first Ace I’m going to put little dog collars on her tits to make them stick out.  Mebbe tomorrow I’ll pierce her nipples and put rings in them.?

?Please don‘t do that to my breasts. Please!?

?Shut up cunt or I’ll make them even tighter.  That’s enough.  They stick out nice now.  Just right for a little flogging.?

?Oh no please.?

?Please, don’t blindfold me.?

?Shut up while I put this harness on you.  It has a gag and a blindfold.  I like it.  You won’t know what hit you until it I hit you -- and I’m going to hit hard.  Where would you like it?  On your tits?  Or your cunt?  Maybe I’ll start with your calves and work upward until you pass out.  You can’t fall.  You’re harness is attached to an overhead chain.?

He whipped me again until I fainted.  When I came to, I found my arms secured behind my back, pulled tightly together at my elbows.  He hooked something onto the arm strap and slowly pulled me up until my toes were off the floor.  It hurt terribly.  I cried but he just let me hang there and walked away.

?Ace.  You wanna whip ‘er now?  She looks so cute with her bound tits hanging down.?

?Oh yeah Dude, gimme the dog whip, I’ll put some stripes across her tits.  Lissen to her squeal Dude.?

The night was so long.  At times I longed for death, they hurt me so much.  I’m so sore inside, my breasts, my whole body, I’ve never had such pain.  Will they ever get tired?  What are they going to do with me?  Are they going to kill me or just keep torturing me, raping me?

Finally they took me down, dragged me to a bed, threw me onto it, left me there, arms painfully strapped behind me, gagged, blindfolded.  Sleep was welcome, so welcome.

Chapter Two

Two weeks passed and they had settled into a routine of whippings and raping.  I was always tightly secured with straps, chains and even ropes.  I spent most of my time strapped to an odd-shaped bench leaving my vagina and mouth always accessible to my rapists. The bench was long and round, shaped like a vaulting horse.  My legs and arms went around the bench and were shackled to the legs supporting it. They fed me sparingly -- what little fat I had on my body melted away through the stress of abuse and lack of food.  My only relief was at night when they tired of me and threw me onto the bed.

?Cunt!?

I woke with a start.  As my vision cleared I could see ‘Dude’ standing beside the bed holding a pair of patent leather boots.  A closer look revealed that they were ballet boots.  I knew about them but never thought of wearing anything so difficult.

Dude removed my collar, replacing it with a thick steel collar that had no lock but was screwed closed securely.  He attached a leash to the collar, dragged me to the shower, and locked the leash to a ring set into the wall. He demonstrated the collar feature by pushing a button in a hand held remote controller.  I screamed as the powerful electrical jolt surged into my body.

?Having fun cunt??

I continued to scream until he released the button and the power turned off.

?Please! No more! Please!?

?I’m taking your restraints off cunt so you can shower.  If you try anything I’ll push this little button again.  Understand??

I gasped and nodded.

?Speak cunt!?

?Yes sir, I understand.?

He then unfastened my arm cuffs, gagged me and pushed me into the shower telling me to shave my hair off of my body, legs, armpits and groin.  Showering was such a relief.  I was dirty – inside and out.  Two weeks of torture and raping had left me a wreck.  I washed and shaved knowing that it was for their pleasure, not mine. 

I finished and waited.  Gagged, I couldn’t call for release or for a towel with which to dry myself.  I stood, waiting.  Finally Dude returned, took me out of the shower, had me dry off, and cuffed my hands behind me.  I was led to my bed and laid down on my stomach.  He whipped me.  I screamed and pleaded but to no avail; the whipping continued. 

Tiring he left the room.  I lay there sobbing and wondering whether I would live through the day.  Shortly he returned, rolled me over and put a lot of lube on my right foot and leg.  He put a cap of some sort on my right foot over my toes and slid the first boot over on and up my leg almost to my knee. 

It was a ballet boot and my foot was stretched out and imprisoned in a very awkward position.  He laced it up, showing obvious pleasure as he did.  The second boot followed the first.  He put leather straps around my ankles, locking them with padlocks.  The straps had rings attached.  I wondered what was in store for me now. 

He then pulled me to a sitting position and strapped a harness to my neck and head.  The harness sported a bit gag and a leather blindfold.  The top had a ring fastened to it.  I was afraid they would hoist me off the floor again by the harness.  What happened then was even worse. 

Ace entered at Dude’s call.  The two of them dragged and carried me outdoors: totally naked save my restraints and boots.  He stood me upright.  I learned later they had clipped a lead from my harness to a wash line wire in the backyard of their home. I could hardly stand much less walk in the boots but they forced me to walk back and forth to the wire limits.  If I slowed, they whipped me.

I lost track of time, not able to see but eventually they stopped me, returned me to my room – my torture chamber – threw me on the bed, spread my legs and raped me repeatedly.  It went on through the evening, each rape lasting longer as their spryness faded.  I lay there in the puddles of my sweat and their cum until sleep, blessed sleep came upon me.

The next morning Ace pulled me out of bed, forced me to my knees, and made me suck his cock to an erection and then an orgasm.  If I flagged he tapped me with a dog whip to urge me to greater effort.  Finally I succeeded in bringing him to a climax. 

?Cunt!  Go wash.  You stink!?

?Please!  I can hardly walk.  Do you want me to shower in these boots??

?No stupid, I said wash.  Use a fucking washcloth.  The boots stay on?ON!  You won’t run away then -- see??

?I can hardly walk.?

?You’ll learn!  An hour a day on the clothes wire should teach you!  Shut up now! I’ll be back.?

A week later I was walking with more confidence.  I was allowed to walk without the blindfold and I watched my captors as I strutted back and forth.  They clearly

got their jollies watching me strut with my breasts projecting and my arms secured behind me.  The only good thing was the exercise I was getting.  And at least while I was walking I wasn’t being raped.

That night they brought me to the dinner table to dine with them and they plied me with too much wine.  I knew something was wrong but I could only wait.  After eating they picked me up carried me to the B room, the bondage and torture room (also my bedroom) and laid me down on a bondage bench.  They strapped me down tightly so that I could hardly twitch.

Around eight the doorbell rang.  Ace let in a guest.  Could I be freed?  Could I be released?  I doubted it.  Why?   He must be another bad guy.

?Well Doc, here she is.  If you do what we ask, you can share in her pleasures. She’s a world class fuck and she sucks cock like there’s no tomorrow.  Well Doc??

?What do you want done to her??

?We want her nipples, ears and nose pierced using those hog rings you vets carry – without anesthesia – so we can record the whole affair.  Can you do implants?  We’d like her to have bigger tits.?

?No, I can’t do implants. But the ringing is gonna hurt her,? Doc said.  ?Hurt her bad.?

?Please Doctor, don’t hurt me, I’m a prisoner.  How could you, a doctor, be involved with these hoods??

?Young lady, there are good docs and bad docs.  Guess which one am I.?  He laughed evilly. 

?Well Doc??

?I’ll do it.  In return I want weekly access.  In fact I think I’ll take her for a weekend now and then.  Any questions??

?No Doc, but you gotta guarantee she won’t get away.  You gotta bring her back.?

?OK!  Deal!  I’ll pierce her.  When I take her I want her secured, gagged, and totally immobilized.  I don’t want any trouble with her.?

?Do you want her dressed Doc, or nekkid??

?Probably naked. I won’t have to release her restraints to fuck her.?

?Sounds good Doc.  When can you do the work??

?Hmm? how about tomorrow??

?That’s good.  Eight sound okay??

?OK Doc.?

?’Night.?

Ace escorted the doctor to the door, returned and he and Dude proceeded to the evening rape session.  I think they were tired since all they did was tie me to the bed corners and rape me a few times.  I didn’t even know how many times because I passed out from the pain of their brutal thrusts.

The next night as planned the doctor returned with a bag full of instruments.  Ace and Dude strapped me to a chair of sorts.  It had a split seat and my legs were spread and strapped in place.  To keep me from kicking they strapped my ankles to the chair legs. They strapped my head to a back piece thus immobilizing it.  Straps held my body in place against the chair back.  I cried and pleaded with them not to hurt me but they laughed.  The mental agony continued as they set up lights and cameras to record my degradation and torture.

?Well cunt?, the doc said, ?where shall we begin?  Where shall we put the first ring; maybe in your nose?  Hmm? How about your ears?  Yes.  That’s it.  We’ll do your ears first.  For your edification cunt, I’m using the smallest hog ring made.  It’s not too heavy but it’s thick and when I crimp it together it won’t come off.  Maybe when you’re hungry you can oink like a little piglet.?

?Oh God, please doctor that’s so cruel.  Please use a painkiller.?

?Oh no cunt!  The boys want this little affair preserved.  Feel free to scream your fucking head off.  Ace! Put a bit gag in her mouth so she can’t bite her tongue off.  You want that tongue kept nimble to wrap it around our cocks.?

Ace gagged me but did not blindfold me.  I could watch.  My fear increased.  I peed.  Dude whipped me across my breasts and then wiped up the pee.  The doctor showed me the ring.

?Hey cunt?see the ring?  I place the ring in the jaws of this special pair of pliers.  When I squeeze the pliers the ring will slowly cut into your ear.  I’ll rotate it and squeeze further watching the ring close permanently.?

He marked the spot for the hole.  Brandished the pliers and ring he held the open ring against my ear lobe and started to squeeze – slowly. I screamed and screamed and screamed.  But all that could be heard was a muffled squeaking sound

?Well now cunt, that wasn’t too bad, was it?? he smiled with an evil smirk.

?Please!  No more!! What more do you want from me?  I’ll do anything you want!  Just stop!?

?Cunt we’ll do what we want!  You have no choice so shut up!? said Ace.

?Well now my little cunt?, said doc, ?are you ready for the other ear?  Are you ready for your nose job??

?Nose job!? said Dude.  ?That’s a good un doc.?

?Now boys, after I do the other ear I’ll do the nose but I need to know if you want the ring just in the center or through the entire nose.?

?What do ya think Ace??

?The whole damn nose Dude!  I like that idea.  We could lead her by the nose and almost hang her by her nose.?

?We could, but the idea was to have little steel chains running from her tits to her nose and from her tits to her ears.  I still like that picture.?

Doc approached with more rings.  He methodically pierced my other ear increasing the pain by rotating the ring in the raw hole. The pain was unbearable.  I started to pass out but he revived me with some smelling salts.

?Boys?to go through the entire nose, I’ll need a bigger ring.  Let me show you.  The pliers will still do the job but the ring must be the next size larger.  What do you think??

?It’s OK doc, whatever you need.?

?Ace, hold her head again.  This will hurt big time.?

The pain was excruciating and I passed out as he was twisting the ring around in my nose.  When I revived I cried, screamed and asked for a pain killer but they just laughed.  Doc said that the worst was about to come.  He put clamps on my nipples, stretching them out.  He had Dude hold the nipple clamps while he placed the ring in the pliers’ jaws.  He held it in front of my eyes and laughed.

?Are you ready cunt?  Here comes number one.  Enjoy!?

Again I screamed bloody murder and passed out.  When I awoke the ring was through my right nipple with blood flowing down my breast.  Ace told the doc to wait until I fully revived since he wanted film footage of every ring being agonizingly attached to my body.

?Number two, cunt!  Smile!  Ha!?

I couldn’t believe the pain and mercifully passed out again.  When I came to, doc was putting some antiseptic on my wounds.  They left me there all night so I couldn’t touch my wounds.  In the morning Ace fed me while I was still strapped in place.

?We left you immobilized cunt so you wouldn’t hurt yourself by pulling on the rings while sleeping.   They’ll heal in a couple of weeks.  I’m gonna lock your nose ring to the wash line and watch you walk back and forth.  If you stop or fall, you might rip the ring out and doc might have to come by and do the job over again.  You don’t more rings in your nose do you??

I shuddered and replied, mumbled something about mercy, but they had none.

Chapter Three

?Hey cunt!  Can you cook??

I awoke, chained to my bed as usual by a chain locked to my steel collar. ?Yes, of course.?

?From now on cunt you make the meals.  You’ll wear leg irons and we’ll chain you to the kitchen wall with a long enough chain so you can cook and serve.?

?Please!  May I have something to wear?  It’s cold sometimes.?

?In your dreams cunt!  We like you nekkid!?

?I can’t walk well in these boots.?

?Stop whining cunt or I’ll whip your ass again like last night!  Do you want another whipping??

?Oh God no, please don’t.  What do you want for breakfast??

?The list is on the breakfast table.  If we’re satisfied, you can eat?after we’re done.?

I prepared breakfast for two.  When they sat down to eat they made me kneel under the table and suck them off.  Ace had a particularly large penis which he thrust down my throat by holding my head with his free hand all the while eating his breakfast.  I then serviced Dude.

A little while later:

?Awright, cunt.  Get up, clean off, clean up!?  Ace didn’t waste words.

?Lunch at noon, cunt!?  Added Dude.  ?There’s stuff in the frig.?

?What would you like??

?You figger it out cunt.  If we don’t like it, you get fucking whipped?on the tits.?

?OK.?

?Oh yeah cunt, Doc’s coming over for dindin.  Make somtin good and maybe we’ll let doc have you for the weekend.  He has a special treat for you.  He wants to take some pictures and movies.?

Naked, save those boots, I made and served supper to that unspeakable collection of sadists. They made me stand at table side for their perverted amusement.  When they weren’t gobbling food they took turns fingering my vagina and anus.  After I cleared away and washed the dishes, the raping began. 

My three openings were abused simultaneously.  I lay on Dude while he entered my vagina then Ace thrust painfully into my anus and doc presented his cock for sucking.  They orgasmed over and over again; trading places until they all had had their fill of me.

In turn I swallowed more ejaculate than ever before. My anus became quite sore and I pleaded with them to use lube or stop and let me rest but they just laughed and thrust harder and deeper, if that was even possible.  I fainted a few times from the pain but they always revived me and made me continue.  Sometimes I would be held up and then dropped onto a cock.  Ace pulled my hair just to hear me squeal and beg.  Hours later after they had finished with me, doc announced that he was ready to leave and wanted me prepared for the trip.

?How do ya want ‘er doc?? Ace asked with his usual smirk.

?Welll, lessee now.  Lay her on her back on the bench.  We’ll need a half dozen straps?long ones, a gag, and a blindfold or hood should do it.  Bring her knees up to her chest and fasten a strap around her body holding her legs at the thighs close to her body.  Make it a wide belt type strap.  Then bring her lower legs down to her thighs and strap them tightly.  Now roll her over and strap her arms together behind her at her elbows and wrists.  Careful!  Tight but don’t dislocate her shoulders.  Now we’ll gag her and put a hood over her face.  Be careful.  She must breathe.  I’m not going to fuck a corpse.  I’ll need some extra restraints.  Put leg irons on her, leave the shock collar on ‘er, handcuffs and, oh yeah?that steel collar gadget that holds her arms to the side.?

?Is that all doc??

?Just about. Diaper the cunt, she’s dripping cum all over the place.  Loop a rope under her arms, hoist her and lower her into a big sack.  You know like Santa Claus.  Then dump her into my car trunk.?

?OK doc.  Bring ‘er back Monday morning.  Happy fucking doc.?

The ride was short; I estimated twenty minutes, more or less.  I don’t know why I tried to keep track since I didn’t expect to get out of this alive. Eventually the car stopped.  I heard something; a garage door I think.  The car moved again, stopped, the door went down, the car door opened and then the trunk.  I was hoisted roughly out of the trunk and placed on something with wheels and then rolled into a room. 

Doc peeled the bag off of me, then the hood.  I looked around, finding I was in another torture chamber bedroom.  I could see a bondage table, a cross, a bondage chair and some furniture I couldn’t identify, and of course a bed with the usual restraint fixtures. The bathroom was off in a corner.  I shuddered knowing that I was in for more abuse.  He looked me over, wondering what to do first.  He removed the gag.  I worked my mouth and started to plead with him not to hurt me.

?Cunt!  When we stop hurting you, you’ll be dead. So shutup!?

He picked me up and put me on the bondage table, locking a chain to my collar.  Then he released the straps holding me in a ball.  I stretched my legs.  He rolled me over and removed the arm bindings.  I rubbed my arms and legs to get my circulation going.  I couldn’t sit; the chain to my collar was too short.  I just laid there waiting?waiting for him to return.

?Doctor, please, I’m hungry, those sadists don’t feed me well.  Doctor, will you check my ring holes please.  I think that they’re alright.  Are they??

?Yeah, yeah, you’ll eat?and swallow?a lot.  Holes are healing nicely.  Maybe I’ll lead you by your nose ring or better yet by your tit rings.  We’ll eat soon but first I wanna cum?in your mouth.  Open.  If you bite you’ll suffer?really suffer.?

He unchained my collar and helped me to the floor where I kneeled waiting for his cock.  I hated it.  But I did it.  It took time.  He delighted in almost cumming but holding back to prolong his pleasure and my misery.  His cock thrust repeatedly down my throat frequently making me gag.  Finally he orgasmed, a full load right down my throat, holding his cock in my mouth while the spurts continued; finally diminishing and stopping.  I swallowed and swallowed some more.  He told me to take it all or he’d whip my breasts.  He called them tits.

?Good job cunt, mebbe you’re not hungry now.?

I said nothing.  I held his cock in my mouth with my hand, sucking gently.  I knew it would please him.  I’d rather bite the thing off but didn’t dare.  I was in no position to escape.  The boots were ruining my feet and legs.  I could barely walk since my muscle tone was fading.  They didn’t care.  They might as well kill me. 

Who’d want me anyway?  Raped, ravaged, whip marks all over me, pig rings in my breasts, nose, ears?who’d want me now?  But through all that the instinct to live is powerful so I kept thinking about escape.  I didn’t know how since I was almost always chained to something and when I was loose the boots kept me from moving quickly. 

The sadists were clever.  They decorated me with chains and cuffs because as they put it; ‘we like to watch you’.  From the leg irons that further impeded my walking a chain went to my collar.  The handcuffs were locked to the chain at waist height.  I could walk slowly and carefully but my cuffed wrists were helpless to do anything drastic. 

?Standup cunt.?

?Please doc, help me up. My legs don’t work well in these boots.?

?That’s the idea cunt, we don’t want you running off, now do we??

He helped me up and I stood, unsure of myself.  I reached out, put my arms around him and held him.  He reciprocated, putting a finger between my derriere cheeks, pulling me closer to him.  I tried to kiss him but he turned his face away telling me that I had to rinse my mouth first.  He didn’t want to taste his own ejaculate.  I just held him tightly.

?You think, cunt, by being nice, you’ll get better treatment?  Are you starting to like what we do; or perhaps a little Stockholm syndrome?hmm??

?No doc, I don’t like it -- any of it.  I hate it.  I hate what you did to me.  I hate the rapes.  But there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.  I’m your prisoner.  Considering that you and the others are sadists, if I cooperate and fall in love with you all, you’ll hate me.  My hatred is what you thrive on.  Let’s get to it doc.  Rape me!  Get it over with!?

?Cunt! I like you!?

?Doc, I hate you!  I fucking hate you!?

?Good! We understand each other and now to your rape session.?

I could hardly walk so he half carried me to a simple apparatus comprised of two uprights and a cross bar.  Cuffs and chains were lying on the floor near the supports.  He explained with delight how he was going to arrange me for my first fucking of the weekend.  I was sickened.

?Cunt?stand against the cross bar!  Spread your legs!  Farther!  Now, cunt, I’m shackling your ankles to the supports.  I want your cunt spread!  Bend over until your body is horizontal.  Stay in that position while I arrange the collar chains keeping you that way.  One chain will hold you down and the other will hold you up.  A waist chain holding handcuffs will keep your hands under control but will allow me to hold your upper arms for leverage while I fuck you.  You look so darling, cunt!  Stay there, cunt, while I turn on the camera.  You may watch yourself getting fucked in the monitor on the table in front of you.  I think you’re just adorable in that pose.  Are you ready??

?Get on with it.?

?Oh cunt! I forgot something. Which of those charming holes shall I fuck first??

I didn’t answer.

?Cunt, tell me or?.?

I kept silent.  Thwack!  A vicious blow with a dog whip across my rear broke my silence.  I screamed – loud.

?Vagina? you animal.?

?Say please cunt.  Ask me to fuck your cunt.?

?Please? fuck? my? cunt.?

?Please fuck my cunt? what??

?What do you want from me????

?I think you should call me Master. ‘Doc’ is too personal.  From now on cunt, I? am? your? Master.  Try again cunt.?

?Please? fuck? my cunt? Master.?

?There now little cunt, doesn’t that sound better?  Our relationship is understood now isn’t it?  Yesss, I am your master, you are my cunt.?

He started the video cameras to capture my misery from different angles, struck me once with the whip, put it down, grabbed my arms, and thrust home; deep into my vagina without warning, warming or even a little lube.  I screamed.

?God, you hurt me, please, easy.?

?I hurt you, little cunt?  Well let’s try again.?

And he slammed me even harder.  He orgasmed, withdrew, waited a few minutes while his penis became less sensitive, wiped it and, holding my head up by my hair, thrust it into my mouth.

?Suck gently cunt! I like the feeling of my cock in a nice warm place.?

Presently it became erect and again he orgasmed, shooting the ejaculate right down my throat.  He returned to my backside, probed and lubed my anus and inserted a large butt plug.  Once past the sphincter it remained so long that I didn’t try to expel it.  He told me that when he returned, if it was on the floor, I would be whipped.  He left me in that awkward pose for at least an hour during which I choked many times as I sagged from fatigue.  I was able to retain the plug.

He finally returned carrying a cocktail.  He spun a chair around and sat facing me.  I glared at him wondering what was next. He tapped a dog whip absentmindedly against his leg, then rose and moved the chair away.  Without warning he struck my behind with his whip. I screamed loudly then sobbed and pleaded with him to stop.  He laughed and struck me again, harder.  I peed, my urine spreading out on the floor, and I expelled the butt plug at the same time.  He cursed at me, told me I might have to lick my mess off the floor.  He walked away and returned with paper towels to spread on the floor.

?Bitch!? he muttered, ?Fucking bitch?useless cunt?.

?I’m sorry!  I couldn’t help it.?

?Do that again and I’ll beat the shit out of you, fucking cunt.?

I kept silent.  His erection had faded during that exchange giving me a few minutes of respite although I remained held in a very awkward position.  I suspected that more was to come.  He entertained himself by playing with my breasts and sticking dildos in my vagina and anus. 

As his erection began, he forced me to suck him up to complete hardness.  He pulled the dildo out of my vagina and then raped me again.  Finally tiring he released me from the bar, unshackled my ankles and walked me to the cross. 

Before strapping me to the cross he tied my wrists together, threw the rope over a hook and pulled me up until my boot toes were off the floor.  He measured my body.  I asked why.  He didn’t answer and just smiled while continuing to take and write down several measurements. 

Finishing his work, he took me to the cross and strapped me to it with my arms stretched out above me and my legs spread apart and strapped to the cross.  He shoved a large dildo into my vagina, holding it place with a wide leather strap brought from the cross between my legs and secured by a leather belt around my waist.

?Later cunt, don’t go ‘way.  I need a snack and a drink.  I need to refresh myself for a few more fucks.?

?Please don’t leave me doc, I’m hurting here on the cross.?

His answer was a vicious whack across my breasts with his dog whip.

?What did you say cunt?  How do you address me??

?Oh God!  Sorry Master, I forgot.  Please don’t leave me.  The dildo is so big.  It hurts.?

?Shut up cunt or I’ll shove a baseball bat up it.?

Strapped to the cross hurt but at least he wasn’t whipping or raping me so I just tried to relax as best I could and waited for his return.  The dildo penetrated farther into me than anything I had experienced and each movement sent sensations through my nerve endings, eventually resulting in pleasurable and numerous orgasms. 

I surely couldn’t let him know that I had finally experienced joy from my bondage.  I was still a prisoner and most of what they did was painful and brutal.  My nipples still hurt from the big rings the sadist viciously inserted without any compassion or anesthetic. 

I hung there for about an hour when doc returned.  I lifted my head, looked at him, expressionless, wondering what was in store next.  He unstrapped the leather belt holding the dildo in my vagina, slid the dildo out then released my ankles allowing me to stand albeit with difficulty. 

The boots were an unnatural footwear requiring one to stand tip-toe essentially losing the balance gained from a normal stance.  I kept quiet realizing that commenting might mean a whipping.  Wordlessly he finished taking me from the cross, walked me to the bar where I had just suffered so much, bent me over, shackled my booted ankles to the supports and let me sag over the bar.  Taking his time and obviously enjoying ‘arranging’ me for the next onslaught, he brought my arms up behind me, tied my wrists together and pulled my arms up bringing my body up to the horizontal.

?Almost ready, cunt.  Almost ready.  I’m putting your neck in this yoke to keep it fixed in place and then I’m putting some weights onto your nipple rings.  Won’t that be just jolly??

He added weight after weight stretching my nipples and breasts downward causing me extreme pain.  I squealed and cried and begged for relief.

?You think that’s bad cunt?  Wait until I thrust you back and forth while I’m fucking you.  Then they’ll hurt even more.  Shut up or I’ll use the whip on you!?

He fucked me.  I cried with pain.  He fucked some more.  He orgasmed; he rested; he left me in position with the painful with the weights pulling my nipples.  He left the room and returned an hour later, pulled my head up by my hair.

?Open up cunt!?

I opened my mouth and sucked him to another erection.  He fucked me again.  It took longer for him to orgasm.  My vagina became sore again and I pleaded for relief.

He finally had another orgasm and again left me in pain.

Presently he returned carrying some sort of garment.  He released my arms, brought them in front of me, roped the wrists together and looped the rope around my neck.  He unshackled my ankles, released my neck from the yoke and threw the rope over a beam pulling me upright until me feet were off the floor.

?Now my little darling, this will be fun.  It’ll take a while to complete but I’ll enjoy every minute, every pull of the laces, and every squeal from your compressed body as I tighten this charming garment.  Watch as I hold it up for you to see.  It’s a long corset, called a discipline corset.  It does wonders for training your body shape.  You won’t recognize yourself when I’m finished.  Your waist will be no bigger than 16 inches.  Don’t gasp.  In time your 24 inch waist will be taken down to 16 inches as I say.  Day after day, I’ll pull the laces tighter and tighter, breathing will become increasingly difficult.  Think of it this way:  a boa constrictor squeezes its prey until the victim passes out and dies, unable to breathe.  Then the victim is swallowed, digested and the bones, crushed are now expelled from the snake.  But I don’t intend that end for you, no not at all.?

?Oh God! How can you be so cruel??

?Simple, dear cunt!  It’s such fun.  Why do you think I pierced you for Ace and Dude?  I did it so I’d have my share of your pleasures.  Now!  The corset.  It’s open.  We’ll start by fastening the collar about your pretty neck.  We’ll relock the steel collar later. The corset wraps around you below your breasts and down your pretty body to just above your knees.  We do want your breasts exposed for pleasures, don’t we?  Of course we do.  I’ll not gag you, dear cunt.  I want to listen to your cries of pain.  Well, maybe they’ll be squeals of delight as the corset fashions your body so elegantly.  Before we fasten it, we’ll put a diaper on you.  You’ll be in ‘straightened’ circumstances for some time.?

He fastened the collar about my neck.  It was high and tight but I could open my mouth.  The laces were somewhat loose and permitted him to easily fasten the clips running down the front of the corset.  It was a very pretty red satin garment.  As he clipped it at the bottom above my knees, I asked him how he expected me to walk; especially since I was wearing the damned ballet boots.

?Cunt!  I don’t expect you to walk?well maybe a little?but when I’m finished lacing you, there won’t be much movement left.  I’m starting at your waist.  Exhale!  More!  More dammit while I pull!?

He put his knee against my back and pulled the laces ‘till I could barely take a breath.  Then he laced up the back, pulling tighter and tighter.  From the waist he laced me downward, down my thighs to above my knees.  By this time I could hardly move or breathe.

?Please, please, I can barely breathe.  My waist hurts, my chest is too tight.?

?Too tight?  Well!  A little tighter I think.?

He pulled them tighter.  I thought I’d pass out.  As he pulled the laces downward I could feel the tightening and wondered if I could even take a step.  Finally satisfied that he could tighten the corset no further he locked the torture collar around my neck covering the corset neck piece.  The collar was locked with rings fore and aft and sideways.  He took a lace ribbon, threaded it through my nipple rings and a collar ring and tied it after pulling by breasts upward by their nipples.  He hung little bells, heavy little bells from my nipple rings.

?Oh?my little cunt!  I think that is so cute; you hanging there, feet inches off the floor, your breasts held up so pretty and perky.  I’ll let you down now and you can try to walk.  I want to hear the bells tinkle.  Won’t that be fun??

I remained silent not knowing whether I should answer or not.  He was clearly a madman.

?Well cunt.  Won’t that be fun?  Answer me or you’ll get a tit whipping.?

?Yes Master, walking should be very interesting – much fun.?

My feet touched the floor and he loosed my wrists and told me to walk.  I could take only two, perhaps three inch steps constricted as I was.  The corset was so tight that every breath had to be so short.  He moved behind me and grabbed my breasts, holding me close to him.  I could barely feel his erection growing,   my corset was so firm.  I could feel him rubbing himself against me.  He moved his right hand down my body caressing as best he could my labia.  Funny; the damned corset gave me some relief and protection.  He brought his hand back up to my breast and squeezed eliciting a squeal of pain from me. 

?Turn around, little cunt? He spoke softly, gently.  Was he mellowing?

With some care I slowly turned myself around facing him.

?Please master, don’t let me fall.  Hold me please.?

?Put your arms around me little cunt.  Hold yourself.?

I put my arms around his neck, pulling myself close to him.  He held me closely by my derriere, as he rubbed against me.  He gazed at me for a while; I stared back at him wondering what was to come next.  He reached to my head, took my hair in his hand and pulled my head back for a kiss.  He held me there.  He kissed me; gentle kiss; then a deep prolonged passionate kiss; a lover’s kiss.  I was shocked, repelled, and puzzled.  Was there hope for me?  I returned the kiss, holding him tightly with both arms. 

Suddenly he recovered his composure, spun me around, grabbed both arms and twisted them painfully behind my back.  He carried, dragged, and walked me to the cross, linking my collar to it and putting cuffs on my arms above the elbows. He proceeded to draw my arms together at the elbows.  It hurt, I whimpered with pain.

?Please Master, not so tight.  It hurts awful.?

?Shut up, cunt!  Stand there for an hour.  I need a drink.  I’ll be back for my evening sucking.  Don’t go ‘way cunt!  Ha!?

I stood in misery approaching agony on my tip toes securely laced in my ballet boots.  My arms hurt terribly.  All I could do was cry; tears running down my face.

Finally he returned greeting me by jerking my nipple rings.

?Please Master, loosen my arms. They hurt, they really hurt.?

?Hmmm?yeah?. Okay.  Let’s.   Yeah, I got something new to teach you.?

He unstrapped my arms, unhooked me from the cross, turned me and pointed to the bed, and gestured for me to go to it.  I walked slowly and carefully arriving at the bed some twenty feet from the cross.  I could only stand; I couldn’t bend.  He laid me down on the bed and straddled me.

?Cunt!  Now learn to jack me off!  Bring your right arm up and start.  When I’m ready to orgasm I’ll lean forward and shoot my load into your mouth.  Understand?  Just in case of bad timing I’ll put a ring gag in your mouth.  That’ll assure a wide open target.  Jolly!  Eh cunt??

He held my nose, forcing my mouth open and stuck the ring in behind my teeth and buckled it together my head.  I reached up, took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it slowly as it became more erect.  Fully erect, I stroked it vigorously for a while when suddenly he bucked and thrust the head of his cock into my mouth and orgasmed; shooting spurt after spurt into my mouth and down my throat. 

I choked, gagged but recovered and swallowed.  As more spurted I continued to swallow, breathing in between spurts.  He collapsed down onto me, his cock shrinking but still in my mouth.  He breathed heavily from his exertion and finally rolled off me leaving me supine and almost unable to move in my corset.  My arms were free but there was little I could do but wait.

?Well cunt!  Fun huh?  I liked it.  You’re pretty good at jacking me off.  Did you learn that from some guy or did it come naturally??

?Glmph!? I couldn’t talk with the ring in my mouth, just mumble.

He took the ring out and repeated the question.

?I never did it before? Master.?

?Hmm.  Means you’re a quick learner.  Hmmm.  That gives me an idea.  Yeah? something new for a week or so from now.  You’ll like it!  Ho Ho Ho!?

?Please! Please let me go!?

?Don’t be silly cunt.  Let you go? Ha! Cold day in hell!?

?Damn you? Master? I’m already in hell.?

?OK cunt? you need a lesson in courtesy.  Let’s try this gag.  With this thing in your mouth I won’t have to listen to your bitching.?

He fished around in a drawer and brought out a gag with a bulb attached.  I quickly learned that it would expand in my mouth until I couldn’t speak or even make any noise.  It would force my jaw open, way open, and just fill my mouth.  It hurt but he rolled me onto my side and fastened my arms so I couldn’t remove the gag by letting air out.

The sadist kissed my cheek, said goodnight and left.  My God!  Was I going to lie here all night like a mummy?  The misery was such that I lay on the bed unable to sleep, unable to move and my strapped arms becoming numb.  Sleep finally overcame pain and I slept for a few hours waking with a fierce need to go potty.  I tried to hold it.  More pain. 

Next morning master entered cheerily asking how I slept.  Gagged, I could only glare at him.  He released the air valve on the gag and pulled the gag out of my mouth.  What a relief!  I worked my jaw, gasping for breath. He unstrapped my arms and brought them in front of me since they were so numb I could hardly move them. He rubbed my arms to get the circulation going.

?Oh God!  Thank you!  What a relief!  Master?  Can you take the corset off?  I have to go potty.  And master? May I eat?  I’m really hungry.?

?Yes, I’ll undo the corset.  Later today we’ll put it on again but this time with some enhancements.  You’ll like the change.?

?Yeah, more misery.?

Whack!

He slapped my face? hard.  ?Bitch!  Cunt!  You’ll get out of the corset and when you’re nekkid I’ll put stripes on your ass.  So just shutup!?

I shut up?quickly.  He tied my wrists as before to hoist me for applying the garment and reversed the process for taking it off.  I was suspended a few inches off the floor while he unlaced and unlocked and unhooked the corset.  He hung it from a nearby hanger rack and while I was still hanging he picked up his dog whip and beat me from my thighs up to my neck.  I screamed and pleaded but it didn’t slow him down, he just hit me harder.  Tiring, he put the whip down and left the room with me hanging, crying and dripping.  I peed while being beaten and that made him even madder.

?Stupid cunt!  When I get back you’ll clean up the mess.?

I hung there for a short while as he collected cleanup materials and some pathetic breakfast for me.  He lowered me to the floor, untied my wrists and told me get to work cleaning up my mess.  I knelt down with difficulty?ballet boots are so much a pain?and cleaned my mess.

?OK cunt, sit at the table and eat.  Sit on the cock or you don’t eat.?

The stool at the table had a large phallus fastened to it.  The stool top was small, like a bicycle saddle.  The only way I could sit was to impale myself on the phallus.

Well!  Of course!  What else? I carefully lowered myself onto the phallus, wriggled a bit to seat it comfortably deep in my vagina.  Satisfied, I began to eat.  He was so generous.  He provided a cup of tea and two pieces of dry toast.

?Master, I’m awfully hungry.  Could I have something more, please??

?In your dreams cunt.  I don’t want you getting fat.  But you do need some exercise.  I think some walking will do you some good and maybe change your attitude.  Just think cunt, you have no responsibilities here; no work, just pleasure.  Most women would give anything just to fuck for a living.  Ha!  Well, some do but then they have expenses.  Clothing, bribes, apartment costs are ever present.  You have nothing like that. All you have to do is what you’re told.  Just fuck!  That’s all!  Look at the bright side for a change.?

?Oh yeah, get whipped, raped, and sewed up like a mummy; big deal!?

?Thanks for reminding me cunt, let’s get to it.  Your pussy should be warmed up by now.  How shall we do it first cunt?  Hanging you?  On the bed?  I know!  I’ll bend you over the bar.  I think that’s your favorite position.  You like getting fucked from behind don’t you?  That way I can hold your nipple rings and pull them.  Yesss, over the bar with you holding your ankles.  Then I’ll reward you with your first fucking of the day.  We want it to be a good one don’t we??

I just glared at him.

?I don’t hear you cunt!?  He picked up his dog whip and looked at me questioningly.

?Yes Master, we do want it to be a good one.?

?A good what, cunt??

?A good fucking, Master.?

?Try again cunt and make it good.?

?Yes Master, I really want my first fuck of the day to be a good one? and I want it to be good for you too master.?

?Move your ass, cunt.  You know where to go and what to do.?

I rose from the phallus – carefully – held myself to catch any drippings and walked slowly over to the ‘bar’.  I stood against it and bent over until I could bend no more.  I grabbed my ankles and waited. 

Thwack!  He wacked me across my ass with his dog whip.  I yelled, let go of my ankles and tried to rub my ass.

?Hold your ankles cunt!  If you let go again, I’ll cuff your wrists to your ankles and leave you that way all day.?

I took hold of my ankles again and waited for the inevitable onslaught.  It came; fast and furiously.  He held my waist and thrust as hard as he could.  He was so excited his first orgasm came quickly.  When he finished spurting he strapped my ankles together, linked a hook to the strap and pulled my legs slowly upward, upward until I was fully upside down with my hair and hands touching the floor.

?Looky what I have, little cunt. I have a rabbit for you.  I’m going to shove it into your cunt, turn it on and leave it until the batteries die.  So you can’t push it out, I’ll use this leather belt affair that goes around your waist and through your crotch.?

I thought I might have a chance since my arms were loose but no such luck.  He cuffed my wrists and chained the cuffs to a ring bolt set in the floor.  The sadist thought of everything.  I didn’t have a chance in hell of escaping. 

At first the rabbit pleased me.  The vibrating and rotating excited me and brought me to many orgasms in spite of being inverted.  Eventually my nerve endings numbed out and the rabbit failed in its duty to please.  The blood settling in my head began to be painful and I feared damage but Master returned and lowered me to the floor. 

?Oh! Thank you.  It was getting bad.?

?Have fun cunt??

?For a while yes, but the nerves numbed and the blood was starting to hurt my head.  Thanks for getting me down it time to avoid damage.?

?I’m aware of the limit cunt.  After all, I don’t my little pussy damaged, do I??

?Master, I’m still hungry, could I have more to eat?  Please!?

?After your exercise period.?

Uh oh.  Now what?

?Exercise Master??

?Yes. Outside, where no one can see, I have an exercise paddock for animals equipped with a rotating device to force the animals to walk.  It has variable speeds so even you with your boots will be able to keep up with it.  I’ll show you a video of the machine in action while I prepare you.?

While I watched the video, more or less, he put a head harness on me.  It had a ball gag with a full mouth covering to prevent me from calling for help.  Straps went around my head, neck and under my jaw.  The straps were all buckled tightly but not locked. 

Hope?  No, I was not going to be able to touch the harness with my wrists cuffed to a chain at my waist. At the top of the harness a steel ring was ready to be linked to the exercise machine.  I hoped that I could walk fast enough to not fall and be dragged.  If I fell I couldn’t call for help, gagged as I was.

Blindfolded now, I was led outdoors to the paddock and hooked onto the machine.  He removed the blindfold, turned on the machine and forced me to walk in a circle. Walking in the ballet boots was a godawful painful problem.  I tripped many times but recovered thankfully so I was not dragged by my head. He watched me suffer as I went ‘round and ‘round.  I must have walked for at least a half hour before he stopped the machine.  It was sooo tiring.  My feet hurt even more than usual.

?You did well cunt.  Next time we’ll do it a little longer and faster too.  I’m sure you’ll like it.  Exercise is important in keeping the body in condition.  If your body is not in good condition Ace and Dude might want to replace you.?

Still gagged, I could just grunt and moan.  I nodded my head at him.  He removed the gag. 

?Master, I don’t want to die.  If they want to replace me, would you take me??

?Mebbe.  I’d have to think about it.?

?Master, my legs and feet are becoming atrophied from not being used.  That’s not healthy and I’m sure I could be more fun if I could walk properly.  I would look more desirable, wouldn’t I??

?No.  That’s how your owners want you.  If I took off the boots it would take a lot of time for your legs to recover and for the short time I have you here it wouldn’t be worth it.  Anyway, they think that if you’re booted, you won’t run away.?

He took me back into the torture room, laid me down and strapped my ankles for a hoisting.  Up and up I went until my head was at his waist height.  I knew what was coming and yes, sure enough, he unzipped, dropped his trousers and presented his cock to my mouth. 

Sucking cock upside down was new and interesting although certainly stressful.  I held the head in my mouth while he grabbed handfuls of hair and thrust and pulled faster and faster until he exploded in my mouth.  I couldn’t swallow well so most of it dribbled onto the floor.

He hoisted me higher until my breasts were at his head height. He pulled the rings making me swing back and forth.  Then he tickled my nipples with his tongue.

?If I hadn’t ringed your nips I could really suck them good.  Oh well.  That’s what the boys wanted.?

?Master.  If the boys gave me to you could you take the rings out??

?Of course.  I’d use anesthetic this time.?

?That would be a relief.?

?One more day cunt and I return you to Ace and Dude, no worse for wear.  Tonight we’ll sleep together, do a lot of fucking.  Tomorrow, more exercise, more fucking.  Exercise will be good for you.  It’ll help your tan.  Hey, no bikini marks.

And by next weekend I should have some new toys for us to play with.  I’m getting you a new corset.  Of course, if it doesn’t arrive in time we’ll just use the discipline corset.  That was fun, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it? Well??

?It? was? certainly different.  I would love to don it with a lover or husband, but as a prisoner I don’t know if I’d ever get out of it.  I’d be totally helpless.  I could die in it.  It was frightening but I got somewhat used to it.?

?If I use it again, I’ll shove a rabbit up your cunt then the diaper, then those tight support panties and then the corset.  You’ll love that treatment. Right??

?It sounds exciting Master.? Yeah, right.

?Come!  Wash! Get clean!  Time to fuck!  Tomorrow’s another day.  You’ll spend an hour in the sun; some time walking the circuit and a lot of fucking.  I want my fill of you before I return you to your masters.?

I hobbled to the bath area.  Open. No privacy.  Purposely.  I washed, douched my vagina, took an enema, douched my bowel thoroughly and hobbled back to master engrossed in watching the video of me getting my nipples pierced.  The screams brought back horrible memories.

?Master?please turn it off. It’s horrible what you did to me.  How you hurt me?deliberately.?

?Bring me the dog whip!?

He turned the TV off while I returned with the whip.

?Turn around, bend over, hold your ankles.?

I did and received numerous strokes across my behind.  I screamed, cried to no avail as he continued to whip me.  After perhaps fifteen strokes, I lost count, he stopped and told me to go to the bar, bend over, and grasp my ankles.  I did, knowing that delay might mean more strokes.

Bent over, waiting, burning derriere, I could not dare to rub the whipped and reddened area.  I could but wait.  I didn’t wait long.  He grabbed my waist and thrust home savagely; first my vagina then my anus, all without an orgasm.  My vagina again and then my anus again.  Time after time he entered me without having an orgasm.

?Stand up.?

I stood.

?Put your arms around me.  Wrap your legs as I hoist you onto my cock.?

I held him close, kissed him while he thrust into me.  He walked to the bed and laid us down with me still wrapped around him.  I kissed him again.  What could I lose?

?Master.  You hurt me whipping me and fucking me so hard but Ace and Dude hurt me even more.  Could you persuade them to leave me here with you more often and for longer periods??

?Oh!  You like my treatment?  You want more?  And more?  Don’t kid me, you think I’m a softer touch than the others.  You haven’t begun to suffer. Wait ‘till I get going with my plans for you.  Some of what I’m going to do to you will be worse than a whipping and worse than a fucking.  You’ll do what I want or you’ll really suffer.?

I began to cry?again.

?I may start using electrical treatments on you.  They don’t leave marks.  For a moment cunt, think about having clamps in your nipples or on your nipple rings.  Think about where those little wires go.  They’ll go around behind you so you can’t see when I push a button that’ll send a charge thorough you.  Maybe your tits will stand up and salute.  Maybe you’ll scream?and scream?until your throat is raw and you’ve peed and crapped and all your muscles cramp up but you can’t move because you’re strapped down so tight you can’t even twitch.  It’ll be far worse than that collar you’re wearing.?

?Oh God Master please don’t do that.  I’ll be good.  I’ll do anything you want.  Please!?

?Yeah right.  Just keep that thought in mind for the next week or so until you’re back here with me.  While you’re gone, I’ll be having some new piece of furniture made just for you.  It’ll be a new kind of fucking chair, a lounge type of chair.  You’ll like it.  You’ll be comfy.  It’ll be padded, really nice to lounge in waiting to be fucked.  And believe me cunt, you will be fucked? and fucked some more.  I have interesting plans for you.  I need some new camera equipment; a little something for posterity; a record of your pleasure and my joy.?

Chapter Four, Returning to Ace and Dude?.

Doc walked me to his car, sat me in the front seat. Huh?  He cuffed my ankles and with a short chain, locked the cuffs to a ring on the car floor which doc had carefully installed.  Bastard didn’t leave much to chance. 

?I want you quiet and still, cunt.  Be patient while I finish arranging you.?

He put the head harness on me with the full covering ball gag and blindfold.  A waist chain with handcuffs was next.  After that he put a burlap sack over me, covering everything down to my waist.  A waist strap was cinched around me and the seat.  If that wasn’t enough he cinched chest straps above and below my breasts and around the seat. Content now he clicked shut the car seat belt.

?OK cunt, we’re ready for a short trip back to the boys.  Comfy??

?Mphgf.?  Comfy hell, strapped and shackled!  Comfy hell!

The ride was short and careful; doc surely did not want to encounter any police.

When the car stopped, I heard noise which I believed was a garage door opening.  The car started, drove a few feet and stopped.  The door descended.  Shortly the car door opened and I heard Ace’s voice.

?Welcome home cunt.  Did you have fun with doc?  What? Cat got your tongue??

He removed all the straps, uncuffed my ankles, pulled the sack off and pulled me out of the car.  I started to fall but he held me?by my breasts?and walked me into the house and then to my ‘room’.  My bedroom, my torture chamber, my bathroom, my end of life?I feared. 

?Cunt, Dude works days now, I work nights.  You’ll have fun with us day and night! Doc, will you help me welcome her back with a good fucking??

?Yeah, ‘course.  What’s first??

?Let’s hang ‘er, pull ‘er legs apart and fuck ’er fore and aft.?

He took my handcuffs off, leaving the waist chain in place.  I still wore the head harness and couldn’t see or speak.  He roped my wrists together and hoisted me off my feet.  I felt them attach something to my ankle cuffs and pull my legs apart.

Then the assault began.  I don’t know who did what but they forcefully entered my anus and vagina without any lube, hurting me awfully.  I tried to scream but my gag prevented anything more than squeals and mumbles. They orgasmed one after the other, withdrew and left me there, hanging and dripping.  Suddenly I was beaten with a whip.  I screamed! The scream simply a high pitched squeal issued forth from pain.

?She really likes that, doc, look at ‘er jerking around.  She just loves a whipping!?

?Good work Ace, nice marks on her ass.  Let’s take her down.  I want her to suck me off.?

They lowered me to the floor, released my wrists, ankles and dragged me to the crossbar where I’d spent so much time being raped repeatedly.  Ace shackled my ankles to the supports. He cuffed my wrists back to the cuffs locked at my waist chain. He bent me over and, holding my arms for leverage, thrust his cock into my ass while doc stuck his flagging penis into my mouth telling me to suck until it became erect. They continued until they orgasmed. 

Finished, Ace roped my collar to a support and pulled me over the bar until my head was nearly on the floor.  A couple of strokes with his whip and then he and doc left the room.  Helpless now, I couldn’t bring myself up, I just waited with my hair brushing the floor, for someone to return and release me.  Release me?  What a joke!   Release me for more rape!  Will it ever end?

?Hey cunt!  Wake up!  Time for more fuckee fuckee.?

Ace unfastened the rope holding my head down and pulled me upright by my arms pressing him against my rear.  I could feel his erection growing as he rubbed against me.  He bent over, unshackled my ankles from the supports and walked me to the bed holding, squeezing my breasts as we walked.  He laid me down, spread my legs, securing them to the bedposts with his ever ready chains.  He released my cuffed wrists and brought them one by one to the other bed posts and cuffed them again. 

Totally secured and helpless, I waited for the next onslaught.  Doc walked back into the room and watched while Ace raped me.  I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer.  When I opened them I saw doc watching my rape with evident pleasure.  I could but hate him more.

?Me next Ace.  She’s a good fuck and I want my cock in ‘er again before I go back home.?

?OK Doc, you can ‘ave ‘er, then I’ll fuck ‘er a few times before Dude gets home from work.  He’ll want his fucking too.  She’s gonna be fucking sore before the night’s over.  ‘Course he’ll wanna ream ‘er ass.  He likes to hear her squeal when he slams it into her.?

?So long Ace, save something for me for next weekend.  I have special plans for her.  I’ll pick her up Friday night. Right??

?’K, bye.?

?Ace??

?What??

?Doc didn’t feed me much.  I’m awful hungry.   Could I have something to eat??

?H’m, yeah.  I’m fucked out.  I’ll take you to the kitchen.  You can figger the rest out.?

He uncuffed me from the bed, helped me stand, and walked me to the kitchen.  As usual, he held my breasts as we walked.  Walking was tricky in those damn ballet boots.  In the kitchen he put leg irons on me further restricting my walking, sat down at the table and told me to make enough for the both of us.

?What would you like Ace??

?Steak, cunt, and broccoli.  Gimme a beer!?

I got him a beer and started the meal.  While it was cooking, he made me sit on his lap so he could play with my breasts and finger my clitoris.  Funny!  If a lover had asked me, I would have loved it and reacted with pleasure and passion.  But this gross bastard gave me nothing but revulsion.  For idle entertainment he tied my ears, nipples and nose all with one ribbon pulling my breasts up toward my face. 

It hurt.  Pulling on those goddam hog rings was really painful.  The bastard delighted in tweaking the rings hearing me cry.  After we finished eating Dude arrived home from his job and demanded dinner.  So I started all over again.

Ace showered for his job and Dude took over abusing me.  When Ace returned to the kitchen, he held my arms behind me while Dude pulled on my nipple rings.

?Please don’t, you’re hurting me.  Food’s gonna be overcooked.?

?Can’t have that!  Let ‘er go Ace.  I’ll have my fun after I eat!?

?Hey Dude!  Let’s double fuck ‘er quick before you eat. Stand ‘er between us and fuck her ass and cunt.  She can warm your meal if it needs it.?

Ace thrust his cock up my vagina, held me while Dude kicked my legs apart and slammed his cock into my rectum without any lube.  I screamed bloody murder and he slammed me harder.

?Cunt!  Wrap your legs around me?, Ace yelled while Dude continued his anal assault.

I complied, wrapping my legs around him, while holding him as tightly as I could.

Soon, Ace left for work and Dude took me to my room, cuffed my wrists to a pole and proceeded to beat me with the dog whip. 

?Just a few strokes to let you know who’s boss.?

I stayed silent, I couldn’t think of anything worth saying.  I knew who was boss.

?Spread your legs!? he commanded.

I moved them slightly apart, difficult with ballet boots permanently locked on you.

He pulled my buttocks apart and thrust his cock into my anus; first the head then more until he was fully into my rectum.  Then he started his in and out motion.  For better or for worse my anus was stretching to accept his cock size and the continued anal probing became less painful as time went on.  Aren’t I lucky?  Ha!

He released me from the pole, picked me up with his arm through my crotch and put me down on the floor.

?Get your knees up under you!  I want your ass in the air!  Now!?

He thrust into me again, forced my knees out, flattening me onto the floor, and continuing to rummage my rear.  Finally having an orgasm, he grunted and collapsed on top of me.  We lay there together for a while as his erection subsided.  He withdrew and left, locking the door behind him. 

This went on, day after day, night after night.  I was worn out, fucked to a frazzle. Going to Doc’s for the weekend almost seemed better but I wondered what Doc had in mind when he told Ace that he had special plans for me.  I guess I’d find out, whether I liked it or not.  I hoped that when Doc picked me up they didn’t roll me into a ball and dump me into his trunk.

Chapter Five – Serious denouement

Doc arrived as scheduled Friday night, early.  He wanted all that he could get.  Dude had just finished with me and I was still dripping his fluids out of my vagina.

?Here she is Doc; hot ‘n ready.  How do you want her??

?Gag her, put a bag over her head, and bring her to the car.?

At the car doc put a waist chain on me with cuffs attached, placed my wrists in the cuffs, checked the gag for security and helped me into the car.  He strapped me in as before and drove away to his place.  Arriving, he drove into the garage and helped me out of the car.  He pulled the bag from my head and walked me into ‘my’ bedroom where without any warning he bent me over the bar and proceeded to fuck me; first in my vagina then without an orgasm, my anus.

?Which was more fun cunt?  Ass or twat??

?You know what I think Master.  No I didn’t forget? Master.  I’m your prisoner.  I do what you want whether I like it or not.  Do as you will.  I can’t stop you.?

?You’re going to have fun this weekend cunt; I have some new ideas for you.  I can’t take your boots off.  I’d like to because I have these special pony shoes for you.  The heels are a little lower so you can pull a pony cart.  What we’ll do instead is hitch you to the pony exercise machine and let you walk in circles.  You need the exercise.  And?. I’ll let you ride the pony? two ways.?

?Huh?  How do I ride a pony two ways??

?You’ll find out.  Oh boy, cunt, will you find out.  Now, cunt, I want your bowel cleaned out.  I’ll give you some stuff to clean you and while you’re ‘cleaning’ you can suck me off? half the night at least.  Mouth in good shape, cunt?  Tomorrow you ride the pony.  Maybe we’ll let the pony ride you.?

?Whaaat!? Oh God nooo! You can’t be so cruel.?

?Shut up cunt or I’ll pull your tit rings out.  Come along with me cunt, just a short walk to a new kind of recliner, built just for you.?

He walked me to a padded wooden chair configured just for a body; my body.  He sat me in the chair and demonstrated its function.  Ample straps assured that once in the chair I couldn’t leave it without help.  He strapped my chest and waist tightly and then my wrists were brought around behind my body and cuffed.  My legs were spread well apart and fastened to poles separate from the chair.  I was positioned in the chair so my vagina was accessible to someone standing in front of me.  He had controls that rotated and raised and lowered the chair; convenient for abusers of different heights. 

He snatched a head harness off a wall peg, fastened it onto my head, forced the gag into my mouth, and buckling it tightly causing me to whimper with pain.  He plugged my ears and put a blindfold on me.  A few minutes later he removed the blindfold and gag.

?How about it, cunt?comfy?  I strapped you in just to check it out.  Looks good.

While you’re waiting for your bowels to move you can suck me off.  I’m releasing your wrists and removing these straps so you can get to the can.  Tell me when you are ready to go.?

?Why do you want me cleaned out Master?  What are you going to do to me??

?You’ll see? in the morning.?

I finally finished, I think, cleaning myself in and out and Doc let me go to sleep after numerous orgasms; all down my throat.  He put leg irons on me, left the room locking the door behind him.   It was a relief, of sorts, to be loose for the night and not chained to something or other.  I was worried about what he had planned for me the next day.

Doc called me for breakfast before eight.  He was in a hurry to start the day’s entertainment.

?I’m gagging you cunt.  I don’t want any noise from you while we’re outdoors even though we are somewhat secluded.? 

He walked me to the pony exercise ring.  A pony was standing in the ring, hitched to the exercise machine.  The pony was saddled and waiting for me.  Oh God!  There are dildos fastened to the saddle.  So that’s what the bastard had in mind!  I’m going to sit on the saddle with those phalluses in me and the pony is going to walk.  Oh crap!  Well, maybe it won’t hurt too much. 

?OK cunt, get the idea??

?Glmph!?   Yes Master, I get the idea.  I’m going to ride the pony.

?I’m harnessing you to hoist you up and then lower you onto the saddle.  Your hands are loose to help guide the dildos into your holes.  Once you’re settled in place I’ll strap you down to the saddle with your legs tied under the pony’s belly.

Then you just relax and let the pony do the work.  You can hold the reins although the pony will follow the revolving arm attached to his lead.?

I pointed to my gag and indicated that he should remove it.  I motioned that I would be quiet.

?I’ll take the gag out cunt; but if you holler, I’ll beat you ‘till you bleed. Comprends??  He took the gag out.

?Thank you master, I won’t do anything.?

The pony started to walk then trot.  I couldn’t bounce much, being held to the saddle but there was motion giving me some pleasure.  At least I wasn’t being brutalized by my rapists. After an hour of walking, trotting and trotting really fast, I was starting to get quite sore.  It was a relief when doc returned, pulled me off and walked me into the house. 

He chained me to something in the kitchen and went out to take care of the pony.  I looked around to see if there was a telephone nearby.  The phone was attached to a wall fixture just out of my reach.  Doc saw to everything.  Doc returned shortly and life returned to its normal horror.

?On your knees cunt, you know what to do!?

I lowered myself carefully to my knees (the boots were always an impediment) and commenced the morning cock sucking.  After his first orgasm I made breakfast.  While he was eating, I crawled under the table, took his flaccid penis in my mouth and held it there waiting for a revival.  Shortly, too shortly, it stiffened and I had to rock my head back and forth interminably until he had his next orgasm. I held it in my mouth until it stopped spurting.  Finally, fagged out, he let me up the breakfast dishes: en point, of course.

?Come cunt, I want to show you a movie.  I want you to see what you’ll do next for my pleasure.?

He took me into his living room, turned on his enormous TV, put a disk in the player and had me kneel in front of the set.  I was horrified!  Everything that had happened to me so far paled in comparison to what I saw on the disk.  Some poor woman was strapped to the underside of a pony.  The pony and the location were here. 

Obviously doc was preparing me for the pony riding me.  Close ups showed the woman being pushed onto the animal’s penis, being strapped firmly to his belly, her arms and legs wrapped and tied around the beast. She was gagged and blindfolded, completely helpless, unable to do anything but be ridden in a circle with his enormous penis shoved well up into her vagina.  Doc sat beside me stroking himself.  He reached over, took my hand and placed it on his erection.  I didn’t have to be told twice.  I stroked, tickled and masturbated him as he sat with me.

?You like that pony thing? Master??

?I certainly do.  It took time to train him.  At first he rebelled and bucked when we took his prick and fed it into the woman but, eventually, he accepted it and maybe actually liked it. These movies enter the porn underground and command a very good price.  You’re going to make money for me, cunt. The pony never complained; never said anything. Continue watching.  The next episode is even better.  Remember the special chair I had made?  You’ll understand why shortly.?

I watched in horror as a succession of big dogs had intercourse with some woman.  They were quite eager but their eagerness made it difficult for the woman to insert their penises.  The dogs were very awkward.  The woman also sucked their penises from time to time simply as part of the film.

?I think we can do a much better job at dog fucking that those folks did on that film.  Don’t look at me that way.  You know damn well you’ll do it, like it or not.

I’m going to strap you into that special chair, move it to the right height, spread your legs and cuff you.  We’ll put a plastic face protector on you and I’ll bring the dog in.  He’ll sniff your cunt, realize what he’s supposed to do and do it.  If necessary, I’ll guide his cock into you.  Depending on how well it works, I might bring in more dogs.  I’ll take movies naturally.  Once you and the dog are accustomed to each other we’ll ramp up by having you suck his cock.  I think that by next week I’ll have everything in place.?

I wondered if I could live through the week. The horror!

?OK cunt, before the chair, you’re going to sit on the wooden pony.  Come. You’re going to impale yourself on that big black phallus sticking up from the pony’s horizontal spine.  C’mon, walk over, straddle the spine and lower yourself onto that big dick.?

I complied.  My God it was big!  I thought I’d split. Down and down I went, slowly stretching my poor vagina.  Finally I reached the bottom.  How it hurt my insides.

I tried to stand to relieve the pain and pressure.  I rose a little.

?Down cunt or I’ll kick your feet out from under you.  I want that cock all the way up your cunt.?

I eased myself down again until I bottomed.  My knees were bent so I could stand a little but as soon as I bottomed he raised the wooden spine until my legs were straight and I couldn’t raise myself off of the phallus. 

?I like that cunt.  Hold your tits up.  Keep them up.  If you let go I’ll whip them.?

He shackled my ankles to the supports, twisted my arms behind me and strapped them in place with leather cuffs.  He walked off, saying that he would return after a while.

?Please master, this phallus hurts so much.  Let me up a little please.?

?Get used to it. Its pony sized.  When I strap you under the pony you’ll feel just right.  Relax for a while, I’ll be back.?

I stood there in misery waiting for him to return.  Finally he came back, lowered the spine extracting the dick from my vagina.  I sighed with relief.

?C’mon cunt, let’s try out the chair.  I’ll strap you in and fuck you.  I want to see how well I’ve designed the positioning.  The dogs are going to love fucking you.?

?Please Master, no dogs.?

?Shut up cunt.  Yes. Dogs.  Big ones.  Big ones trained to fuck girls.  They rent for a lot but they are experts.  They’ll fuck the shit out of you.  When they’re done you won’t like men any more.  After you get used to fucking them, you’ll not need the chair.  You’ll simply position yourself for them, doggy style, on your hands and knees while they take turns fucking you.  When they’re all done with one round;  you’ll suck their cocks, one by one, making them erect again and then do another round of doggy fuck.  I can hardly wait cunt, it’s going to be so much fun watching the Great Dane slam his cock into you.  Then cunt you’ll guide their cocks into your anus for a good ass fuck.?

?Nooo!  Please nooo!?

?Oh yes. And if you give me, or the dogs, any trouble I’ll push the button and give you a jolt from your collar.  These movies that I’ll make are going to be offered for sale so you’d better make like a good actress or I’ll turn on the juice.?

Doc seemed to think for a moment.

?I just thought of a new scene.  I’ll stake you outdoors in a dog run with your collar locked to a two foot chain locked to a concrete pylon.  You’ll be naked for the dogs’ convenience.  Your hands will be free to aid the dogs.  They may want to fuck or be sucked.  You’ll do whatever they want and I’ll make movies. OK cunt let’s try the chair for size.  After that we’ll fuck and fuck and fuck.?

The chair was comfortable but I dreaded what was going to happen to me.  The thought of being assaulted by dogs was horrifying.

The next day he had brought the pony to the exercise ring tethering his bridle to a post.  He hobbled his legs so I wouldn’t be kicked and made me take a warm damp washcloth and caress his testicles.  As the pony’s penis started to project, doc made me stroke it with the warm cloth.  The penis grew to its full length.

Doc whacked me with the whip telling me to suck.  This accustomed the pony to my presence.  I had no idea how this would work but doc told me to bend over, move under the pony’s belly, reach around behind me and guide his penis into my vagina.  The pony liked it, I think since he started to thrust into me.  Doc was thrilled!

?Cunt!  That was great! We’ll do it again tomorrow when I have the cameras all running.  That went smoother than I expected.  You and Filstrup are a born pair.

You fuck like you were born to it.?

I remained speechless; humiliated beyond belief.  His name was Filstrup??

?Tomorrow, cunt, I’ll have the dogs delivered.  We’ll start with three in case some don’t work as well.  They should be good.  I was told that they were all trained to fuck both vaginally and anally.  As with the pony your hands will be free to guide the cocks into your cunt.?

The next day three big dogs, all Great Danes were brought to his vet clinic.

He brought them into my room, tethered their leashes to wall rings and took me over to the specially built chair.  I shuddered with fear and begged him not to do it but he just laughed and proceeded to strap me to the chair.  He took his time strapping me to the chair?he loved every strap and buckle.

Suddenly the door burst open.  Black garbed men when guns yelled and told everyone to get down on the floor.   I was strapped to the chair and couldn’t move.  The leader realized that and came to me and identified himself as a DEA officer and asked me what I was doing.

?I’m a prisoner, my name is Janet Baker. Months ago I was kidnapped then raped and tortured.?

?Did the Doctor kidnap you??

?No, some other men.  They lend me to Doc on the weekends in payment for mutilated me.  Don’t let Doc call anyone until you’ve arrested my kidnappers.  Make him tell you where they are. They are totally evil.  Let me loose; get me some clothes, please.  I’ll tell you all about them.  But why did you raid docs’ place??

?We have information that doc is illegally dispensing and prescribing medications.?

?Thank God!  I believe that they intended to kill me when they finally tired of abusing and raping me.  Be careful!  They are clever.  Make sure you find and confiscate their films and disks showing my torture else some smart lawyer might argue that I was a willing accomplice.  You know how lawyers are.?

?Don’t worry Miss, one of your neighbors saw you being carried away.  She called the police but by the time they arrived you had been spirited away.?

Chapter Six – Freedom

I’m free now; free from that god awful nightmare.  But I’ll never be free from the memories; memories that will haunt me forever.  I still have nightmares about dogs and ponies. The perps will spend many years in prison.  Little good that’ll do me! I’m a prisoner of my memories.  I’m damaged goods; I still have and will always have stripes on my back, and in other places where I was whipped simply for their entertainment. 

Months went by before my legs and feet returned to an almost normal state. I still must wear heels because my tendons have not yet completely returned to normal. The authorities were sympathetic and helpful; they even offered to help me change my name and start a new life elsewhere.  I accepted the help, gratefully.  I am now someone other than Janet Baker and I’ve relocated to a different part of the country.  Schooling has given me a new profession.  All the horror is behind me?I hope.

End

? Janet Baker 2010