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Collected by Djian
A Year of Slavery
by unknown star
Part 5
A jar of Vaseline was put on the table. She said it would make it
easier for me. At that point I was in no mood for her jokes. How could
this be made easy. But after what I had seen on my so called tour I had
no options at all. I quickly looked at the group trying to find some
reprieve but found none. Instead I saw them all adjusting themselves for
a better view. Suddenly Goldie stepped toward me carrying a whip about
three feet long. She put it down on the table and began to unbutton her
dress. In an instant she stood next to me wearing a heavily constructed
long white bra and a massive girdle with garters. The stark whiteness
was a total contrast to her ebony skin and the near black stockings. She
was indeed a large woman. Her breasts spilled over the bra top and the
girdle looked as if it would burst around her hips and thighs. My main
concern was why she was next to me with the whip. My question was
answered by the Doctor. She told me that if they did not approve of my
efforts in getting the dildos inside myself, Goldie would whip me. The
Doctor undid the clips holding my wrists to the cincher and I was
instructed to begin with dildo #2 in my pussy. I knew protest of any
kind was useless. It was time for me to begin. What choice did I have. I
was their slave. I looked into the box and saw six compartments with a
dildo in each. I reached for #2 without looking at the rest. I did not
want to see them just yet. The threat of Goldie's whip made me move
quickly. I screwed the rubber dildo onto the stand and reached for the
Vaseline. I took notice of its size as I spread the lubricant. It was
about 8 inches long and 1 * inches wide. It was almost the same size as
one I had at home and had used on myself many times while masturbating.
The fact that I knew I would be able to handle it brought some relief. I
was still very nervous and felt a deep sense of fear and humiliation.
Goldie started to pick up the whip and I immediately stepped over the
dildo and began to squat. I kept my eyes toward the floor as I spread
myself and began my descent onto the rubber cylinder. I sensed the group
devouring my shame as I continued to push down and also felt my body
flush with embarrassment. Although it was a little uncomfortable I was
able to get most of the dildo inside myself fairly quickly. This brought
about a torrent of lewd remarks from the spectators. I was still looking
toward the floor when I heard the Doctor tell me how well I did. Now I
should show them how I could get it down my throat. Not wanting any part
of the whip in Goldies hand I stood up letting the well greased dildo
slide out of my pussy. With no wasted motion I got to my knees and
opened my mouth over the source of my humiliation.
I had at least half of it in my mouth before I began to gag. This only
brought laughter and more comments from the group and a warning from the
Doctor to get it all in. As hard as I tried I was only able to take
about two more inches before I started choking and brought my head up.
As I did I felt the first stroke of the whip on the back of my
unprotected thighs. I screamed and threw myself on the floor as much
from pain as from surprise. It felt as if I had been touched by a red
hot poker. The whip was totally different from the strap that had been
used on me in the Doctor's Office. Its pain was more concentrated and
was a lot more intense. Before I could regain my composure the Doctor
was ordering me to my feet. I obeyed the command quickly, not wanting
another taste of the whip.
As I stood up the Doctor said what a poor showing I had made and warned
me that I would have to do better in the future. With no hesitation she
then told me to get it up my ass. Not wanting to anger her any more and
face another stroke of the whip I adjusted myself over the dildo. As I
reached behind to spread I looked up to see all the faces staring and
heard more of their remarks. Some of them were even betting on how many
inches I could take. Their comments served as an inspiration. I realized
that I better take as much of the smaller dildos as possible because I
would be whipped when I was not able to take the larger ones. As the
dildo penetrated my ass I remembered the enemas I had given myself that
morning. As bad as they had been I was glad I followed the instructions.
It made what I was now forced to do a lot easier. With a little
discomfort and a lot of inspiration provided by Goldies whip I was able
to get the entire dildo inside myself. This brought instant
congratulations from the Doctor and more comments from the others. One
of the women ordered me to fuck the dildo. Without looking up I did as I
was told. So far this was bearable but I knew it would get worse. The
next dildo went about the same as the one marked #2. I was able to get
it in all my openings without another taste of the whip. When I was
ordered to attach #4 to the stand I felt a knot start in the pit of my
stomach. This one was at least 10 inches long and 2 inches wide. While
forcing it into my pussy I felt the whip one time.
They were not satisfied with the amount I was able to get down my
throat so I received three more strokes to the backs of my thighs. The
pain of the whip was dreadful. I had been given five strokes and it felt
as if my thighs were on fire. As each stroke fell I screamed and begged
for them to stop the whipping, I was doing what they wanted.
My answer came from the Wardress who asked me what I would do when they
tied me and used more severe whips all over my body. I had no time to
digest her remark. The Doctor now ordered me to get this one up my ass.
As I squatted over the formidable object I glanced between my legs and
knew this would not fit. One look at Goldie and her whip made me start
to lower myself onto it. I felt immediate pain as I was stretched by its
width. As much as I pushed I was only able to get about three inches in
before it felt as if I was being ripped internally. The pain was
intense. But it was nothing in comparison to the whip crashing down on
the front of my thighs just above the stockings. The shock of the blow
made me sink down further onto the dildo. The pain in my bowels was
excruciating. In response I tried to stand but was stopped be strong
hands on my shoulders. It was Mr. Gund. He was standing behind me and
instead of letting me get up he pushed me down onto the massive dildo. I
remember screaming in agony as it tore up into me. Then everything went
black. I was pulled from my state of unconsciousness by the Doctor. She
knelt by my side as I lay sprawled on the floor. The scent of the amyl
nitrate still lingering in my nostrils. Through a fog I watched her walk
away to join the others. I was left on the floor to regain my senses and
try to determine how badly injured I was. The pain in my ass was still
very severe so slowly I touched myself there to see if I was indeed
ripped apart. To my surprise I felt no damage, not even any blood. It
was hard to believe that all the pain I had just endured left no obvious
signs of injury. All of a sudden I was surrounded by the four women. I
was then ordered to my feet. When I did not move as fast as they wanted,
one of them kicked me in the ribs with the point of her high heeled
pump. The kick was not hard enough to cause any injury, it was just
enough to make me quickly obey, and I did.
Without another word I was taken by the arm and led to a door near the
sitting area by Mrs. Winston. She opened it revealing a lavish bathroom.
I was told to go in and attend to my needs and also fix my hair and
make-up. I would find everything I needed on the vanity. As she was
closing the door she said I would be allowed 15 minutes to myself. This
was a very welcome relief. As I looked around I saw that besides all the
necessary cosmetics, a tray with water, coffee and even my brand of
cigarettes had been provided. The first thing I did was pour a glass of
water and take a long drink. It helped clear the smelling salts from my
system. Next I lit a cigarette and took several deep drags. It seemed to
have a calming effect. I then studied myself in the mirror. To my
amazement except for the whip marks on my thighs I saw no signs of the
ordeal I had just undergone.
I had not realized until that minute that I needed to urinate. It was
probably from all the coffee I drank in the afternoon. What I wore gave
me free access to the toilet but as I began to sit I felt the pain from
the dildos deep inside. I just prayed that when Gund pushed me down I
was not injured internally. I did not linger for fear of not completing
my orders. I went back to the sink and finding a cloth wiped down my
body as much as the lingerie would allow. I dabbed at the welts on my
thighs with cold water. This took some of the sting out. I even tried to
put some of the cold water between my legs. Next I quickly fixed my hair
and face. Not knowing how much time I had left I poured some coffee and
lit another cigarette. As I took a mouthful of the warming liquid my
mind began to ponder what I had seen and heard. Mercifully as I began to
torture myself with thoughts the door opened.
Goldie and the Doctor had Laura. She seemed to be barely conscious. Her
arms were draped over their shoulders and her head hung down. They were
almost dragging her into the bathroom. As I looked up at her, my eyes
were drawn to her stomach. They had forced so much liquid into her that
she appeared well along in a pregnancy. The garter belt she wore was
almost hidden beneath the distended flesh. Through her groans I heard
her beg them to release the water. It was at that point that Mrs.
Winston appeared at the door and called me out. She said it was time for
me to perform again. She added that I should pay close attention to
Laura's condition. As I exited the room Mrs. Winston reminded me that
this is what happens to slaves who do not use their mouths as ordered.
As we walked back to the sitting area I was told that it was time for me
to get my first taste of female flesh. I felt myself cringe. I had known
this time would come, and I dreaded it. The idea of having sex with a
female was absolutely revolting to me. The worst part of it was that I
did not even know what to do. Mr. Winston and Mr. Gund were still seated
in the same chairs they were for my show with the dildos. The Wardress
was on a small couch and that is were I was led. We stopped directly in
front of her and I was sure she would be my first. As the anxiety
started to take hold of me it was Mrs. Winston who ordered me to start
undressing her.
She quickly told the others that since she was the one to engineer my
current situation, she should be the first to benefit. I heard what she
had told me but did not know how to proceed. I just stood there feeling
waves of humiliation and fright sweep over me. Mrs. Winston again
ordered me to start but all I could do was beg them not to make me do
this. I offered to service the men instead saying that they could have
me in any way they wanted. Mrs. Winston answered by saying that would
come, but now it was time for me to learn how to please a woman. I stood
motionless staring down at the floor.
All of a sudden Mrs. Winston slapped me hard across the face. She began
yelling that if I did not do as she said they would begin with the
tortures. I had no choice. I would do whatever possible to forestall the
inevitable pain. I reached for the buttons of her blouse. With trembling
fingers I slowly worked my way down until the blouse hung open. She
turned suddenly and ordered me to take it off and put it neatly on the
couch. I was then directed to remove the red leather skirt she wore. I
undid the zipper and slid it down past her hips. As she stepped out of
it I picked it up and put it with the blouse. Again she turned and for
the first time I looked directly at her.
She stood before me wearing a scant red lace bra with a matching garter
belt, black stockings and red shoes. She wore no panties exposing her
clean shaven pussy. Although I had seen her almost totally nude in the
Doctor's office this time was much worse. I knew what was expected of
me, and why she was exposed. She took a semi reclining position on the
couch next to the Wardress. She then told me to get on my knees and
start kissing her tits. She added I better do it well if I did not want
to end up like Laura. I knew any pleading or resistance at this point
was futile. And I definitely did not want the treatment Laura had. I
tried to resign myself to the fact that I knew this time would come.
After all, this was one of the reasons I was here.
With a sigh of defeat I gently pulled her bra out of the way, exposing
her breasts. I tried not to look into her eyes as I raised my mouth to
comply. As I sucked the nipple into my mouth I felt repulsed and
confused.
I tried to remember how John had sucked on my nipples. It seemed so
long ago. Before I had been caught and reduced to some sort of slave for
these people's perverted lusts. I loved sex with John. Sometimes gentle
other times rough, even kinky by some standards. Would it or could it
ever be again. We had been fighting the past few weeks. He said I was
acting strangely. He demanded to know what was wrong. With my
preoccupation to the problem I was having I was neglecting and even
mistreating him. If only I could tell him what was wrong. My attention
was brought back to what I was being forced to do. Mrs. Winston grabbed
a handful of my hair and as she began to pull said I better show some
effort. I brought my hands up to her chest and tried to gently rub and
caress. Not knowing what else to do I tried licking and sucking the
nipples. All the while she just pulled at my hair and told me how poorly
I was doing. Afraid to anger her I put more effort into it. The harder I
tried the worse it got. She was getting angrier. The tears began to well
in my eyes. Finally I picked my head up and began to beg, saying I was
trying my best but couldn't do it. She went into a rage. Guiding my head
by the hair she forced my face down to her pussy. She began to scream at
me to start eating her or else. She then adjusted her position and
buried my face in her cunt. I felt her thighs engulf my head as she
continued pulling my hair. She ground my face into her slit. The smell
of her, even though not repulsive, triggered something deep within. I
fought to try and free myself from her grip. Whatever the consequences
this was too perverse for me. The more I struggled the harder she held
me. I was being smothered. Fighting for breath I finally pushed myself
free falling back onto the floor. As I lay there trying to catch my
breath she sprang from the couch. She went into an absolute frenzy
shouting threats and obscenities down at me. I was called a worthless
cunt, a rotten bitch, a total piece of shit etc. I was also promised
unimaginable punishment for disobeying and embarrassing her. To
punctuate each verbal assault I received a kick to whatever part of my
body was exposed to her. I just tried to protect myself and begged for
forgiveness. I even tried to tell her that I would try again. All my
pleading was in vain. She continued to yell and kick.
Finally it was the Wardress who came to my aid. She stood up and pulled
Mrs. Winston away from me telling her to calm down. I was finally able
to get on my feet and run behind a chair. As a sense of calm was
restored I heard the two men laughing as they told the women that they
knew I would not do it. They were also bragging over the fact that they
had won the bet. The mention of which only made Mrs. Winston's face burn
in anger.
Again I begged them to forgive me and try to understand that I had
never even touched a woman before. My reply came from Mrs. Winston. She
told me how because of my disobedience she lost a bet with the men. It
was because of me that she would have to allow them both to fuck her in
the ass. It was because of me that she was now, and would later be
embarrassed. As she spoke her anger toward me grew. She told me how
because of what I had done or rather refused to do, I would be severely
punished. She promised that I would be tortured until I begged to eat
her cunt, eat a hundred cunts. Her words had me literally shaking in my
shoes. I knew she meant every word. It was then that the Doctor and
Goldie returned from attending to Laura. They were told what had
happened and they all began to discuss what should be done. I just stood
frozen, hearing about beatings, electrical needles, douches, the rack,
the chair, enemas, even the tank. Thankfully it was the Doctor who
explained how this was my first time and what could they really expect.
She agreed I had to be disciplined for what I had done. But pointed out
that they had to follow the plan and not go too fast with me. After they
all took a moment to think they said she was indeed correct. Next they
asked her how she suggested they proceed. I could not hear what was said
but they all appeared satisfied. The Doctor came over to me and almost
kindly told me to follow her. After watching and hearing the others I
felt my chances were best with her so I obeyed. She and the Wardress led
me towards the medical area with the others following close behind. As I
walked I felt my stomach tighten. I knew I was about to be punished. I
silently cursed myself for not trying to obey Mrs. Winston. As repulsed
as I was by the thought of having sex with another woman, it was
preferable to pain.
During the past several weeks I anticipated the act and thought I would
be able to carry it out. It also occurred to me that they figured I
would not do as ordered and used it as an excuse to cause me to suffer.
Whatever the reason it was to late to think about now. I was next to the
gynecological table with everyone except Laura surrounding me. The
Wardress spoke first. She told me how at the prison they often had the
same problem with new girls. When they were called upon to service one
of the staff, they would usually refuse. The normal procedure was to
strap them to a table and whip their tits and cunts with a cane until
they bleed and would beg to eat anyone. The problem with that being the
cane does a lot of damage and the girl usually ends up in the infirmary.
Since they do not want me totally incapacitated, the Doctor has
suggested an alternative. "I will allow her to explain it to you" the
Wardress concluded. This was a deviation from the norm. Usually they
would just do as they wished, now it seemed as if they were going to
tell me about it first. The Doctor began by saying that I would be
secured to the table. My legs would be spread and my chest elevated. I
would then be injected with Bee Venom in my breasts and vaginal lips. I
gasped and began to protest but was told to shut up or it would be
worse. After all, I had done this all to myself. Despite my whimpering
she continued. I was told how the venom would cause instant swelling and
burning, but have no lasting effects. I would then have the injected
areas beaten with rubber hoses. After I received 20 strokes to my
breasts and 10 between my legs I would again be given the opportunity to
please Mrs. Winston. If I then refused or did not perform satisfactorily
I would receive a second beating. I tried to say that I would try again
on my own and to please not hurt me. That statement brought laughter
from everyone. In unison they said they had barely begun to hurt me.
Angrily the Doctor told me not to interrupt her as my immediate fate was
sealed. Without any further dialogue I was ordered to remove my bra and
get onto the table. Shaking in fear I reached behind my back to undo the
clasp. Between my nerves and the tightness of the garment I could not
unfasten the hooks. I heard Mrs. Winston tell Goldie to help me. She
said she would be right there, she was getting the hoses.
Within a few seconds she approached and laid two pieces of what looked
like ordinary garden hose on the table next to me. As she stepped behind
me to unhook the bra I had a second to study the instruments they were
going to beat me with. One piece was about a foot long, the other about
eighteen inches long. They were both black rubber with the shorter of
the two being thicker.
The bra came loose and was ripped from my chest leaving me standing
topless for the first time today. Instinctively I put my arms up to
cover myself and received a slap across the face from Mrs. Winston. She
told me to put my hands down and get on the table. In fear of angering
them further I jumped up. The four women quickly began strapping me
down. My legs were put in the stirrups and spread obscenely wide. A
section of the table below my shoulder blades was raised causing my
chest to elevate. Next my arms were pulled over my head and fastened. A
wide strap was put across my waist and tightened. This was basically the
same position I remembered so well from the Doctor's office. I was again
completely helpless and vulnerable. Understandably I began to sob and
beg them not to do this to me. I watched the Doctor as she went to a
cabinet and began filling some syringes. The first two were about the
same size as had been used on me before. When I saw her pick up the
third one my sobs turned to screams. That needle was at least three
inches long. Despite the screams and protests the Doctor filled two of
the long ones. She brought the four syringes to the table and placed
them next to me. This time it was the Doctor who slapped me and told me
to shut up. All of a sudden her attitude had changed. She turned into
the sadist I remembered from our last encounter. I began to pull at the
straps to try and break free. Beside feeling the waves of panic sweep
over me I also felt a deep sense of embarrassment. Not only did I have
four women staring at me. There were also two men. I felt like some kind
of exhibit. Suddenly both men and the Wardress began touching and
probing. This was the first time the three of them saw me this open and
exposed. While the men concentrated on the area between my legs the
Wardress was busy with my breasts. After she squeezed and pulled, she
turned to the others and said something. The words that stood out were,
"perfect for tit torture". There was that phrase again. The Doctor then
came forward with a jar of alcohol. Using cotton swabs she wiped around
my open pussy. In so doing she made sure to get some of the liquid
inside me. She knew what the effect would be. I screamed as I felt a
terrible burning sensation. She just smiled down at me. She then looked
up at Mrs. Winston and scratching my hardly perceptible pubic stubble
with one fingernail nail said "this will have to be removed in the near
future, send her to Dorothea". She then moved up to my chest. In my
state of panic, that comment, nor the fact that she only wiped around my
nipples was not registered. The alcohol felt cold on my sweating
breasts. It also made me cry and beg louder realizing the needles were
next. It had been two weeks since I was at Doctor Kim's and had the
injections in my breasts but the memory was very vivid. There was no way
to prepare for the pain I knew would be forth coming. To make matters
worse The Doctor decided to toy with me. She picked up one of the longer
needles and showed it to me. She told me how she would stick it straight
into my nipple. I remember yelling "please god no" over and over. She
continued the verbal torment. I was told how the entire 3 inches would
plunge into me, almost touching the breast bone. Then how the venom
would be injected. It would take only seconds before I felt as if I was
stung by a swarm of bees. The more she spoke the more intense my
struggles became.
The muscles in my arms and legs were cramping from the strain of trying
to pull free. My only freedom was the ability to scream, and beg them
not to do this. Being as petrified of the needles as I was, I even
offered to willingly submit to some other form of punishment. My
suggestion seemed to amuse them. I was asked what I had in mind. All I
could think of was to let Goldie use the strap or whip on me again. This
brought hardy laughter from everyone. Finally someone said they planned
to do that later anyway. Before I had a chance to say another word the
Wardress grabbed my right breast in both hands and held it in a
vise-like grip. She looked down at me and said not to move or the needle
could break inside me. I then felt the tip of the needle pricking the
now taut nipple. Cries of protest caught in my throat as the Doctor
slowly pushed the full three inches into me. I felt the sharp point
cutting through the delicate flesh. To make it even more painful the
Doctor kept pulling it out and then pushing it in again. The agony was
so intense I just smashed my teeth together and pounded my head on the
table. I was consumed by the pain. My senses were even taken from me. It
was if I could not see or hear or make a sound. Just as the ability to
scream and struggle returned I fell into a pitch black abyss. For the
second time tonight they had to revive me. When I regained
consciousness, I recall still screaming in pain. The first thing I
focused on was the face of the Doctor She just looked at me and said to
calm down, the worst was over. An oxygen mask was placed over my face
and I was told to breathe deeply. As my senses returned I felt the
terrible pain in my breast. Anything that had been done to me so far
paled in comparison to the pain I had just experienced. Before I could
say anything the Doctor said the next injection would not be nearly as
bad. She then sarcastically said she was sorry, but she slipped and
touched my breastbone by accident. Through the haze of pain I heard the
others laughing. The Wardress commented about how often that happens.
With a smile on her face the Doctor picked up the second syringe. This
time the Wardress grabbed the left breast, pulling it up by the nipple.
I began screaming as I watched the needle which was positioned next to
the nipple, descend into me. As promised, this one was not as severe as
the first if that is possible. The Doctor just pushed the needle into me
and injected the venom. This time not being granted the luxury of
unconsciousness, I felt the fiery liquid spread through me. No longer
able to scream I just groaned as I watched myself swell. It took only
seconds for this tit to match the first. They were both much larger and
stood erect on my chest. I could also feel the burning sensation slowly
increasing. I was so engrossed by the spectacle and changing feelings in
my breasts that I was unaware of the Doctor moving between my legs. It
was not until I felt the prick of the needle that I realized she was
injecting one side of my pussy. It was quick and it hurt but nowhere as
badly as my chest. The fourth injection caused me to whine through
clenched teeth. Although this was all very new to me I was sure these
injections could have been made much worse. Time would prove me correct.
As if we were back at the office waiting for the coffee to brew, Mrs.
Winston said it would be a minute until they started hitting me. They
wanted to wait for the venom to take its full effect. Both areas were
already burning and swollen. It also felt as if every nerve in my body
was concentrated in the two areas. Under normal circumstances these are
the two most sensitive parts of a womans body. I could not imagine being
beaten there, even without the injections. As Mrs. Winston picked up the
longer of the hoses and moved next to me I again started to beg. My
answer was the hose slapping the underside of both breasts. Although
formidable, it was not as bad as I had imagined. I dug my nails into the
palms of my hands and let out a loud groan. But this was only the first
of twenty. I quickly realized that she could have hit me much harder. I
endured the first five strokes in the same way. I even got the
impression she was toying with me. When she went to the other side of
the table and started on the upper curves my groans turned to cries of
pain. I took five of these before she laid the hose down. Then they all
took the opportunity to touch and squeeze the beaten area. By this time
I was openly crying, tears running freely. My breasts were throbbing and
burnt as if they were over an open fire. I was also becoming aware of a
terrible itching. They continued to paw at my now very painful breasts.
Comments were made as to the size and appearance. As I looked down I saw
a maze of blue veins and was startled by how much they had grown. To my
horror they were discussing what types of injections and other tortures
could be done in the future. Suddenly I felt someone touching my pussy.
I was able to move my head enough to see Mr. Winston between my
obscenely spread thighs. His touch made me realize how swollen and
sensitive the area was. All of a sudden I was aware of something being
forced inside of me. It must have been a large object, because it was
painful. Mr. Gund joined him in my humiliation. They touched, probed and
looked, constantly talking amongst themselves. I would find out later
about what. My attention was brought back to the head of the table. The
Wardress was standing next to me unbuttoning her suit jacket. She took
it off and handed it to Goldie. She wore a black push-up bra that
brought her more than ample breasts into prominence. As she picked up
one of the hoses, I realized what was about to happen. I had seen her in
the video remove her jacket before she started beating her victim.
Her first blow crashed down on my right nipple. My scream was
interrupted by the second stoke. What Mrs. Winston had done was
absolutely nothing compared to the beating I was getting from the
Wardress. This was pure agony. Beside screaming and ripping at the
straps, I was yelling that she would cause permanent damage. I was
afraid that the skin would burst from the power of the blows. The hose
struck both breasts at random. She concentrated on the nipple area. I
lost count of how many times I was hit. I'm sure it was more than ten.
As I began to feel a black cloud creep over me the beating stopped. I
was in terrible pain but screaming was almost impossible. My chest was
heaving from the effort of trying to breath. When I regained some
composure the first thing I did was lift my head to examine my battered
breasts. All I could do was begin screaming again. The purpose of the
hoses became apparent. Although the skin was not broken both breasts
were a mass of bruised flesh. They were almost purple and even more
swollen than before. As soon as I was able to speak I began to beg them
not to hit me anymore. Crying hysterically I begged to be given another
chance to service Mrs. Winston. I would do anything not to feel the
hoses on my tender and swollen pussy. If what had been done to my chest
was any guide I knew having my pussy beaten would be pure hell. My
answer was that I had to be punished for what I had already done. And I
was warned that if I did not perform satisfactorily, the process would
be repeated until I got it right. It was Mr. Winston who picked up one
of the hoses and waved it over my face. He began taunting me by saying
how he was going to beat me raw and then fuck me. As he approached the
end of the table I realized that I was about to be beaten by a man for
the first time. I logically assumed that a man had more strength than a
woman and feared that the beating would be more severe. I was indeed
correct. The hose hit my spread lips with tremendous force. I let out a
blood curdling scream as I writhed in agony. With all my strength I
tried to tear free of my bonds. As the blows kept raining down on my
exposed pussy I tried to bang my head onto the table in an attempt to
knock myself out. It felt as if I was being hit with a baseball bat
rather than a rubber hose. This was just pure brutality. Finally it was
over. As I lay there, my body convulsing from the pain I tried to catch
my breath and again regain my senses. The group was assembled all around
me. They not only studied the areas of my body which had been battered
but they also paid close attention to my reactions. They derived joy
from my pain. As I looked at them, all I could see was the excitement
and pleasure on their faces. It was apparent to me that they all got
turned on by seeing and hearing me suffer. Judging from their comments
and expressions, the next year would be a living hell. Before I was able
to say a word, Mrs. Winston came right up to my face. With a sarcastic
grin, she asked if I was ready to eat her or did I want another taste of
the hoses. Choking through my sobs I begged her to please let me try
again. I promised to do my best, but pleaded with her not to hit me
anymore.
I was left bound to the table. Without saying a word she just climbed
up and squatted over my face. This time with no thought or hesitation I
stuck out my tongue and raised my head. As my mouth came in contact with
her gaping pussy I felt her lower herself onto my face. Fear of what
would happen quickly pushed the revulsion from my mind. I started to
move my tongue around trying to remember how I had been eaten by some of
my lovers. I felt her bucking into my face as if she were riding a
horse. Then I heard her yelling at me to get my tongue inside her and
put some effort into it. Knowing better than to displease her again I
did as I was told. Whatever I was doing seemed to be satisfying her
because she settled into some sort of rhythm. When she put her weight on
me, both my mouth and nose were covered, causing me to gasp for breath.
She must have enjoyed that because she repeated it several times. I then
felt her shift her position as she told me to lick her clit. I must not
have done it to her satisfaction. My penalty was someone grabbing both
my breasts and squeezing. Through the flash of pain I instantly obeyed,
not wanting to further anger her. I licked and sucked at her clit while
still using my tongue on her lips and inside her. Her excitement was
evident. I felt it dripping down my chin. Finally after what seemed an
eternity it felt as if she was having an orgasm. She again grabbed my
hair and tried to pull my whole head deeper into her. While so doing she
kept telling me to do it more, calling me a bitch, cunt, slave. After a
few violent spasms, she collapsed on top of me. It took a few minutes
before she climbed off the table. That gave me a little time to catch my
breath and think of what I had just done. I was totally disgusted with
myself, but knew it was better than one of their tortures. I also had
the feeling I would be doing a lot more of it. I just did not know how
soon. The Wardress came over to Mrs. Winston and jokingly said I must
have done a good job. Her reply was that I had a lot to learn but showed
enthusiasm. Also fear of another beating made up for my lack of
experience. To my horror the Wardress said she would judge for herself.
With that she began removing her skirt. Beneath it she wore only a wide
black garter belt and stockings. Seeing her in only underwear I realized
how big and well built she actually was. As she started to climb into
the same position as Mrs. Winston, I was faced with a new horror. Unlike
Mrs. Winston who's pussy had been clean shaven, the Wardress had a thick
mound of dark curly hair. Before I was able to react, she lowered
herself, placing it over my mouth. I felt strong thighs press either
side of my head and as had been the case earlier, she grabbed a handful
of my hair. As I began to turn my face away and protest I felt as if my
hair was being ripped out by the roots. To further make the point
someone hit me across both breasts with something. The point was again
made. If I did not want anymore pain I had better obey. For only the
second time in my life I was servicing another woman. It was difficult
for me to get through the mass of coarse hair but finally my tongue was
able to snake up inside her. The Wardress was not as gentle or patient
as Mrs. Winston. In a very short time she was grinding into my face with
all her weight. She also placed herself over both my nose and mouth
causing me to choke. She must have done it purposely, because when I
opened my mouth wider in an attempt to breath she pushed down harder and
told me to put my tongue deeper. Finally I must have been doing what she
wanted because she was relaxing her grip on my hair. She then began to
tell me what to do. I heard phrases like eat me out, suck my cunt, put
your tongue deeper and lick my clit. I followed her direction as best I
could. After what seemed an eternity I felt her body stiffen as her
juices flowed into my mouth. I started to gag and thought I would vomit.
Fear of the consequences made me fight the urge. Although totally
disgusted I continued doing what she wanted. Finally her orgasm came to
an end. Slowly she too climbed off the table. Still bound I could do
nothing but lay there and cry. After a few minutes of watching everyone
stare at me and listening to their comments I begged to be released. I
told them I needed some water and wanted to wash my face. To my surprise
the Doctor unfastened my hands and helped me into a sitting position.
Goldie then handed me a glass of water and a wet towel. Quickly I tried
to wipe away the two women. As I began to drink the water the Doctor
spoke. She said I could not be released because she did not have her
turn yet. In a fit of rage I screamed, "no more" and threw the empty
glass across the room. In my present position that was not a smart move.
My legs were still strapped into the stirrups, leaving my pussy wide
open and vulnerable. The Doctor picked up one of the hoses and told me
my temper tantrum had earned me five strokes. As the hose hit my already
swollen lips the men grabbed me and held me in place. The pain was worse
than what I had felt only a short time ago. I screamed and struggled
violently, forcing Mr. Winston to lay over my brutalized breasts. That
only caused me more suffering. The five strokes left me beaten not only
physically but also mentally. When the men released me I just laid there
and cried. I also begged them not to do anymore to me, I had enough.
Between sobs I tried to tell them that this was only the first party and
I could not take anymore. My answer was to have my wrists pulled over my
head and refastened. As I watched the Doctor begin to remove her
clothes, Mrs. Winston came up next to me. In her sarcastic tone she told
me that it was only 1 AM and they did not plan to end the party until
around 7 or 8. Furthermore there were still several things they had
planned. And lastly they would determine when I had enough. The Doctor
had stripped down to a black strapless longline bra with garters. She
was very small compared to the other women and not very well endowed.
Although I had seen her almost nude during my visit to her office I was
now seeing her in a new light. Knowing what was about to happen I looked
directly at her exposed pussy. Thankfully she was also clean shaven. As
she began to mount the table I became confused. Unlike Mrs. Winston and
the Wardress she squatted over me facing my legs. To my horror I was
looking directly at her ass. Sickened by the prospect I just closed my
eyes and waited. She lowered herself grinding her pussy onto my now
tender lips. As she adjusted her position she told me to start eating
her. Like the two before her she also told me how she wanted me to do
it. Half heartedly I began. In an attempt to satisfy the oriental sadist
I did what I had just done to the two women before her. Unfortunately,
she did not find my performance to her liking. To show me the error of
my ways she reached down and squeezed my already tortured breasts.
Through my muffled screams I heard her telling me how poorly I was
doing. She also said that if I did not improve quickly my tits would
suffer for it. In an effort to save my pitifully abused chest I ate her
to the best of my limited ability. Unfortunately, she was not pleased by
what I was doing and I received several more slaps and pinches. The
reason for her position was now apparent. While I had the repulsive task
of pleasing her she could indulge herself in her favorite pastime,
torturing another woman.
Just as the Doctor began to settle into a kind of slow grinding motion
on my face, I felt something touch my pussy. It felt as if someone was
spreading a cool liquid on the open and swollen lips. Before I could
analyze what was being done a searing pain tore into me. Something was
being forced into my beaten and swollen pussy. My scream was muffled by
the Doctor's pussy grinding into my open mouth. Trying to move my head
only brought more pain to my breasts. After the initial surge of pain
between my legs I realized what was happening. I was being raped. Strong
hands were pulling on my spread thighs to gain deeper penetration. That
is when I heard Mr. Winston say how tight I was and how good it felt.
Being tortured and forced to service the women apparently was not
enough for the group. Now I was being fucked by one of the men. Having
both of my nipples viciously twisted brought my attention back to the
Doctor. Between the surges of pain in my pussy I heard her telling me
not to stop eating her. To emphasize the order she grasped both breasts
and twisted them until I was sure they would burst. Despite the pain
between my legs I put all my effort into satisfying the woman sitting on
my face. After a few minutes of doing what I had learned with the other
women I felt the Doctor's body stiffen and finally reach orgasm. With
nothing to distract me I became painfully aware of the brutal fucking I
was getting. The injections I had been given made it feel like a horse
was inside me. As the Doctor climbed off me I could see Mr. Winston for
the first time. My groans and tear filled eyes seemed to renew his
energy. He started pounding into my swollen pussy lips. Crying openly I
endured this punishment until he came. Before he even pulled out of me
his wife went to his side and sarcastically said that she knew how long
he wanted to do that. She also said that he would have many more
opportunities to use and abuse me.
As he withdrew from me and walked away, Mr. Gund came into view. As he
approached my wide spread legs I saw him stroking the largest erection I
had ever seen. My eyes riveted themselves to the monster in his hand. It
appeared to be almost twice the size of John's, or the many other men I
had been with. Knowing what was about to happen I started begging him
not to put that in me. Even without the venom in my pussy I would fear a
cock of this size. In my present condition I was afraid of being ripped
and badly hurt. Except for pulling at the straps that held me I could do
nothing to escape the inevitable rape. What Mr. Gund started to do could
not be called rape, it was just more torture. By spreading the lips of
my pussy with his rough fingers, he was able to position himself. Then
he lunged forward.
The first thrust caused excruciating pain and almost made me pass out
again. I was screaming wildly as he prepared to push further into my
ravaged pussy. The second thrust pushed him so deep I felt him crash
into my uterus. This time, I did pass out. With the now familiar amyl
nitrate capsule waving under my nose, I was jarred back to
consciousness. It was probably only a short time that I was out, because
when I came too Mr. Gund was still fucking me. Not only did my pussy
hurt, but I also felt waves of pain internally. My cries for him to stop
went unheeded, he continued with the assault. The group had assembled
around us and was edging him on. Some of their comments were also
directed at me. Someone said I better get used to him because I will
have him in every opening of my body. The Doctor told me to think about
being bent over a table and having him up my ass. The more I heard the
more I begged to be let go. That only brought more comments and a lot of
laughter. Finally he also came and the brutal rape ended. Bound and
exhausted I just laid there hoping that it was over. So far this evening
I had been shown what could and would be used on me. Made to humiliate
myself with the dildos. Felt Goldie's whip. Had injections in the most
sensitive parts of my body. Was forced to perform oral sex on three
women and was raped by two men.
