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Why Me?

Part 2

I lay there for a moment trying to process what had happened to me. My nipples were swollen and aching and I could feel the come dripping out of my sore, well used pussy. There was still dried come all over my face and chest, and my whole body felt like I'd been beaten. I thought about what the men had done to me – whipped me, fucked me, used me – and though tears welled up in my eyes I also felt a slight tingle in my pussy. Why was I enjoying this? This wasn't right, it wasn't fair. I hadn't asked for any of this and I'd never been the sort of person to fantasize about being raped. That sort of thing had always struck me as weak or perverted, and yet here I was, abducted, raped, abused – and so turned on I could barely stand it.




Mentally, I shoved it all into the back of my mind. I just needed to escape. The agonizing over how and why I'd enjoyed their treatment could wait until I was safely back home with these perverts rotting in a jail cell somewhere. I comforted myself with this fantasy, imagining my cozy little bedroom with its warm blankets and shelves of books. What I wouldn't give to be there now.




Cautiously, I felt around on the floor next to me. I seemed to be lying on a mat like the one they'd thrown me on earlier, but I wasn't wearing my wrist and ankle cuffs and I couldn't hear anyone nearby. I reached up to my blindfold, and taking a deep breath, removed it. I blinked against the dim light, trying to focus eyes that had become accustomed to blackness, and peered around me.




I was in a small room with no furnishings. The floor was covered in some sort of padded foam matting, and the walls were bare concrete. To the side I could see an opening into an alcove that contained a toilet and sink and on one wall was a flat screen tv. The only door to the room was a solid looking metal monstrosity with a sliding flap at the bottom and no handle. I pulled myself to my feet and staggered over to the door. I tugged at the flap, but it wouldn't budge and I gave up almost as soon as I'd started. I made my way to the bathroom alcove and made use of the toilet, feeling absurdly grateful that they'd provided me with such niceties. The sink dispensed only cold water and after gulping some of it down, I tried desperately to wash myself clean with the little washcloth provided. Soon I was shivering and dripping wet, but I felt marginally better. At least I wasn't coated in come anymore.




I stepped back out into the main room and went to investigate the tv. It was set into the wall and I could find no controls on it, but just above it was a small lens that looked like a camera. Moments later my suspicions were confirmed when a small light next to it blinked and the tv turned on. I could see myself in the screen, looking wet and bedraggled, but surprisingly good. My nipples were rock hard and both they and my pussy looked swollen, and some small part of me reacted to the inherent sexiness of my appearance.




"No." I thought, "This is wrong, remember it's wrong."




Just then, the screen flickered and switched to the image of a young woman. She was naked but for a blindfold and ball gag, and was on her knees. She had her hands clasped behind her neck and someone was slapping a crop down onto her nipples making her breasts bounce and shake with every blow. She was screaming into the gag and I could see tears trickling out from under the blindfold, but she made no move to escape, or even to shield herself from the blows. The camera zoomed in slightly and I could see that her pussy was soaking wet, oozing onto the floor below her. I stared at the image, my breath quickening, and wondered if I'd looked at all like that while the men were punishing me. There was something desperately sexy about her, about the way she was so completely submissive and accepting of her punishment. I watched for another minute or so and then the image flickered again and suddenly there was a new girl on the screen. This one was wearing a leather harness that wrapped around her breasts, pushing them out and up in an obscene way. The leather straps went down between her legs and when the camera zoomed in I could see her pussy lips split open on either side of the harness, dripping with moisture. Her nipples were clamped and joined by a delicate silver chain, and she was standing against a wall with her arms and legs bound spreadeagle. Someone was flicking a whip at her wet pussy and with every impact she would shudder and moan around the gag stretching her lips wide. After a few strokes, the whipping stopped and a vibrator was pressed against her slit. She cried out and began to gyrate her hips, humping desperately against the vibrator, only to have it pulled away and the whipping start again. I felt a rush of empathy, remembering how the men had tortured me with the same technique, and my pussy got wet remembering the orgasm I'd had when they'd finally let me come.




I stood there, unable to look away from the screen as scene after scene of women being raped and tortured played. In one, a middle aged woman was bound with her hands behind her back and rope wrapped around her huge breasts. They were swollen and turning blue, the nipples sticking out like erasers, and she screamed every time they were touched. In another, a young looking girl was on her hands and knees, fucking herself on a dildo that extended from the wall. When she slowed, a hose would spray her with what I assumed was icy cold water and she would shriek and immediately begin humping the dildo again. A third showed a tiny little asian woman writhing and crying as two men with ski masks on fucked her ass and pussy at the same time while a third pinched and twisted her nipples.




Again and again the scene would change, and each video was more horrific and more arousing than the last. My pussy was soaking wet and I kept having to physically check myself to keep from touching it, sternly reminding myself that this was wrong, that these women couldn't want it any more than I had. Who were they anyway? Why had the men kidnapped them, and what had happened to them? Why had they taken me, and what was my fate? Were they done with me already? Was video of my rape going to join this series of videos, to be watched by the next unwilling captive?




I curled up on the floor, my brain overflowing with questions, my body thoroughly aroused. At some point I must have drifted off to sleep because I dreamed about sex. About women being fucked by multiple men, being whipped and restrained. I woke up what could have been hours or minutes later to see that the videos were still playing, this time of a girl being fucked in the ass and mouth at the same time, and I drifted off again to the sound of her moans. When I woke again, the screen was blank and the door to my cell was opening.






*






The door opened and a man wearing a ski mask and nothing else stepped into the room.  He threw me a blindfold and stood there silently, watching me, lightly stroking his hard cock.  I hesitated for a moment and he took a menacing step forward and I quickly pulled the blindfold on, not wanting to risk another punishment.  I knew I already had one owing from the last time they’d used me and I wasn’t eager to add to it.




With the blindfold in place I felt the man securing leather cuffs to my wrists and clipping them together behind my back.  He grabbed me by one arm and I was led out of the room, blind and stumbling, terrified of what was going to happen to me but incredibly aroused at the same time.  We walked a short ways and then my hands were un-clipped and re-clipped together in front of me.  I felt something being hooked to the cuffs and then they were raised over my head until I was balanced on my tiptoes, legs straining.  Fingers pinched and twisted my nipples before I felt clamps being applied and I whimpered, unable to struggle for fear of losing my balance and forcing my full weight onto my already sore arms.  I felt hands roaming up and down my body, cupping a breast, stroking my thighs, rubbing my ass, and I wanted to scream at them to just get it over with.  I couldn’t handle the tension, the suspense, and this gentle touching was almost more torturous than a whipping would have been.




After a few minutes of this I felt a warm oil being applied to my skin.  Two sets of hands began to rub the oil into my body, kneading my ass and breasts and dipping fingers into my needy pussy.  A finger circled my ass and I clenched down, scared of what they were going to do.  One of the men slapped my ass and said “Relax, slut.  We’re doing you a favour here, so be grateful.  We haven’t forgotten that you still need to be punished and while we were planning to save that for later, plans can always be changed.”




I made an effort to relax my ass and felt a single oily finger slide into it, stretching me out.  He stroked in and out, spreading the oil around and sending little tingles of pleasure through me.  It hurt, but it felt good at the same time and a flush of shame washed over me.  A stranger was fingering my ass, was probably getting ready to rape it, and I liked it.  What kind of a freak was I?  Another finger slipped into my pussy and I moaned, tilting my hips to give him better access.  The man began to slowly fuck my wet pussy with his finger, sliding it all the way out and swirling it over my clit before gently pushing back inside again.  I whimpered and sighed, turned on beyond belief and humiliated by the way they were playing my body.




After a few minutes of this the hands suddenly left my body and I was left hanging, panting and hot, wanting more.  I turned my head, listening desperately for some sign of where they were and what was coming but there was only silence and the sound of my own breathing.  I could feel my calves beginning to ache from balancing on my toes for so long but the need in my pussy was all encompassing.  I focused hard on my legs, on the soreness in my arms, and just as I started to relax a little bit something warm and wet slid across my clit.  I cried out and arched my back as a tongue began to slide in and out of my pussy.  He sucked my clit into his mouth and began to flick his tongue across it in rapid little movements, driving me wild.  I was moaning and crying out, thrusting my pussy against his face, wrapped up in my need to come when he stepped back and left me hanging again.  I started to protest and caught myself at the last second.  I couldn’t want this!  I wasn’t going to beg them for it!  I stood there panting and tried to ignore the feelings in my pussy.  Again, as soon as I began to relax his mouth was back on my clit and I was crying out and humping against it.  I felt a finger sliding into my ass and it only made me wilder as I bucked and twisted, driven mad by the tongue attacking my clit.  This time when they stopped I howled in frustration and began to cry, equally humiliated and frustrated by what they were doing.




Again they waited until I was no longer on the edge before the man started licking my pussy.  This time the finger in my ass was rougher, fucking me with long, sure strokes and I loved it, wanting more.  I wanted to come so badly it was eclipsing everything else.  I no longer cared that this was rape, that they had abducted me.  Nothing mattered but being allowed to come and they knew it.  Once again they stepped away from me and I sobbed out my frustration.




“Beg for it, cunt.  Beg me to fuck your tight little ass and we’ll let you come.” one said.  I continued to sob, fighting with myself.  I couldn’t, I just couldn’t beg him to rape my ass.  What would that make me?




The tongue flicked across my clit again, just once, and I spasmed, reaching for it desperately.  They laughed and again I was denied.  “You know what you need to do, little whore.  The only way you’ll be coming today is with my cock in your ass, so beg for it.”




I stood there for a moment longer, the internal struggle becoming less and less important before I whispered “Please do it.”




“Do what, slut?  Be clear.”




“Please fuck me.” I whimpered.




“What?  Louder, cunt.  Where do you want me to fuck you?”




I took a deep breath, my body on fire.  “Please fuck my ass.” I said, my voice shaking.




“I dunno, slut.  You don’t sound sure about that.”  I felt him push up against me from behind, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks as he wrapped his arms around me and began to toy with my nipple clamps.  I moaned and pressed back against him, ashamed and yet unable to stop myself.  He slid one hand down my stomach and flicked my clit.  “Please.” I whispered.




“Tell me what a dirty little whore you are, cunt.  Tell me how much you need my cock in your ass.  Convince me that I should fuck you, and maybe I’ll let you come.”  He continued to play with my clit, lightly flicking it and keeping me right on the edge.  I was gasping and crying, humping his cock as it pressed against my ass, wanting to come so badly it hurt.




“Please….please, sir.  Please let me come.  I’m…I’m a dirty whore.  I’m a whore and I….I want your cock in my ass.  I want to come with your cock in my ass.” I cried brokenly.




“Ah, you really are a little slut.  Wanting to be raped up the ass, what a dirty cunt.” he said, and I felt the tension on my arms release.  I collapsed against him and he lowered me til I was on my hands and knees with my face pressed to the floor and my ass up in the air.  I felt the head of his cock pressing against my asshole and I whimpered, pushing back on it slightly, desperate to have it inside me, to be allowed to come.  He eased the head through my tight ring and I cried out.  It hurt, but more than that it made me feel so incredibly dirty.  I really was a dirty whore.  A dirty whore who had begged a stranger to fuck her ass just so she could come on his cock.  I was crying as he started to fuck me, slow strokes at first, but getting faster and faster.  He pulled me up against him so my back was pressed against his chest and his hands could roam up and down my front, tweaking my nipple clamps and stroking my clit.  I began to pant as the assfucking started to feel good.  My pussy was dripping onto my legs and every time he touched my clit I moaned, feeling my orgasm getting closer.  I began to push back against him, fucking myself on his cock, and he pinched my clit hard.  I screamed and he grabbed my thighs, spreading them apart so I was wide open, my soaked pussy on display for the other men.  The cuffs on my wrists were tugged upwards again and I found myself pulled as far upright on my knees as I could be, with my wrists stretched over my head.  The man behind me lifted me up, still fucking my ass, and I felt another man slide underneath me, steadying me and lowering me down til my pussy was touching his cock.  I screamed again and began to struggle, sure that I couldn’t take both of them at once.  The man underneath me reached up and twisted my nipple clamps til I went limp and then he slammed his cock into my pussy in one thrust.




The two men began a rhythm – one would slide into my ass, then pull out, and the other would thrust into my pussy.  I was stretched and felt unbelievably full, but it was also starting to feel good.  I was still pulled upright by the cuffs on my wrists, and the man below me was using his finger to play with my clit while the man behind me tugged on my nipples.  I started fucking back against them, and they responded by drilling me even harder.  A cock was thrust against my lips and I opened my mouth and sucked it in without even thinking.  I was so close to coming I didn’t care about anything else and I twisted and writhed against them, moaning and screaming around the cock in my mouth as my orgasm approached.




“Come for us, whore.  You’ve got a cock in all three holes and you’re such a little slut that you’re going to come.” the man behind me growled into my ear, and I felt my vision go white.  I was coming, hard, and I could feel my pussy and ass squeezing the cocks inside me.  The cock in my mouth was pulled out and I felt warm semen shooting over my face and breasts, his hand in my hair keeping me in place.  The man behind me grunted, and I felt him shoot into my ass, pushing my orgasm even higher as I spasmed and jerked on their cocks.  The man underneath me began to jackhammer my pussy, thrusting upwards and tugging sharply on my nipples while he called me a filthy little whore.  My pussy clenched down on him and I came again as he shot his load deep inside me.




I hung by my arms, panting, with their softening cocks still in my ass and pussy.  I couldn’t believe what I had just done.  I’d just come from being raped by three men at the same time, and what’s more, I’d begged them to do it.  I truly was a filthy whore.  As they slid out of me, one of them slapped me on the ass and said “Guess it’s time for your punishment now, cunt.”  I hung my head and began to sob, utterly broken.






*






I knelt on the floor, arms stretched above my head, and sobbed.  I still couldn’t understand how I’d begged a stranger – a stranger who had kidnapped and whipped and abused me with his friends – to fuck me in the ass, and had then come while he did it.  I had always prided myself on being a normal, well adjusted person, someone who enjoyed sex but certainly wasn’t a complete freak.  If anything, I might have been described as a bit of a prude and I had been perfectly fine with that.  Now I was having to question my whole identity and it was scaring me.  I didn’t even know who these men were, or how they’d chosen me, but somehow they’d known that there was a slut hiding inside me.  Why me?  Why was I abducted from my office, assaulted, whipped, raped, and made to enjoy it?  Even then, as I sat there on the floor, gasping for breath from my latest orgasm, I could feel a tingle in my pussy as I anticipated the punishment they were going to give me.  It was terrifying and humiliating and I wanted it anyway.




The hook my wrist cuffs were attached to began to rise again and it pulled me to my feet.  I hung from it, hardly able to support myself, and waited for them to do whatever it was they had planned.  Surely nothing could be worse than what they’d already put me through.  I felt cuffs being attached to my ankles and then straps wrapped around each thigh, their hands wandering around my body as they worked.  My nipple clamps were removed suddenly and I screamed and arched my back as the blood ran back into my tender buds.  A hand was massaging them, making me wince, and more hands were prodding my pussy and ass as they finished tightening the straps around my legs.  I heard the sound of chains clinking and then my feet were pulled out from under me and I hung from my arms.  I yelped in surprise, and then in fear as the chains continue to rise, pulling my legs out perpendicular to my body in a split.  I groaned as the muscles of my inner thighs stretched to the maximum and began to shake my head wordlessly.  I had always been flexible, but they didn’t stop pulling my legs up until I was in almost a full splits and my muscles were protesting.  One of the men adjusted the straps slightly and then gave me a push so I swung back and forth, supported by my thighs, ankles and wrists.  My pussy and ass were completely exposed to them and despite the situation I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.




My momentum stopped and I hung there, fearfully awaiting their next move when suddenly a jet of icy cold water hit me in the chest.  I gasped for breath as the cold knocked the wind out of me and I heard one of the men laughing.  “Can’t have you all filthy and covered in come, slut.  I know it’s a natural state for a whore like you, but we like to keep things clean around here.”  The stream of water played over me, paying special attention to my breasts where my nipples had hardened into little points.  I was shivering and goosebumps had popped up on my skin, but I was still somewhat aroused.  I felt the water begin to go lower and I sucked in a breath, knowing what was coming.  The water sprayed directly onto my exposed and vulnerable pussy and I screamed, bucking and twisting in my harness as I tried to escape it.  They played the jet back and forth between my ass and pussy, lingering especially long on my clit.  At one point the angle of the water changed and they started spraying me from below, trying to get the water to go right up inside me.  I was sobbing, freezing cold and my teeth were chattering when the water was finally shut off.  I hung there, dripping, and one of them squirted something across my chest.  At first I thought he had come on me again but then the smell hit me and my stomach clenched.  It was soap, but not just any soap – my soap, from my house.  I had always favoured a slightly obscure brand that I ordered from outside the country, and this was the smell of my soap.  I felt sick to my stomach knowing that these men knew where I lived and had access to my things.  They must have got my keys and wallet out of my purse but the prospect hadn’t occurred to me before and somehow, despite everything they’d done to me, it felt like a giant violation. 




Before I could focus on the implications too much I felt a scrub brush begin to rub circles on my back.  Another one began to scrub one leg, while the third began on my other leg.  The brushes weren’t especially harsh, but as they began to circle closer and closer to my more sensitive areas, I whimpered.  My pussy was growing wet again and I cursed myself for my inability to resist these men.  The brushes began to slide over my breasts, one on each side gently at first and then they began to scrub harder.




“Look at how red her tits are.  Poor little slut is going to kinda sensitive here later, isn’t she?” one commented.  The other two laughed and one said “Well, she shouldn’t have got herself all dirty and covered in come then, shouldn’t she?  I want her nipples all squeaky clean for when I whip those hot tits of hers.”  They laughed again, and then the man behind me who had been scrubbing my ass cheeks dipped his brush lower and began to work it over my exposed asshole.  He ran the bristles back and forth and then I felt another jet of cold water aimed directly at my anus.  I flinched, but the water stopped almost immediately and he continued to scrub.  His brush was moving steadily forward, first scrubbing my inner thighs and then the lips of my pussy.  He stopped for a moment and stroked his finger down one of them before resuming his forward creep with the brush.




“Nice and smooth down there.  Too bad, I kinda like shaving them.  Guess this little one is enough of a slut that she waxes.”




“I like the ones who wax.  Lets me know right away that they’re total cockwhores, so I don’t feel so bad about fucking them the way they deserve.” one of the other men said.   All three of the men laughed at this and the third one replied, “Feel bad?  Since when do you feel bad about fucking these sluts?”




“Never.  They’re all cockwhores who deserve it.” he answered, and they laughed again.  As they were talking, the men in front of me had continued to scrub my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples.  They had been sore before, but now they felt so sensitive that even the slightest touch with the scrub brush sent a thousand nerve impulses screaming through me.  It was painful, but my pussy was practically gushing.  The man behind me had been pushing his brush closer and closer to my clit, and now he pressed down directly on it.  I gasped and bucked against the scrub brush and he responded by running it back and forth along my slit, pressing the bristles into my wet and swollen flesh.




“You filthy little whore, this is turning you on?” he said.  “I’m scrubbing your jizz filled cunt with a scrub brush and you’re so wet it’s not even working.”  With that he directed another spray of water directly at my pussy and I writhed in my harness again, moaning as the icy water drove my arousal level down.  He turned off the water and continued to rub the brush over my sensitive pussy, tickling my clit with it.  He was using just enough pressure that it hurt, but not so much that it wasn’t still driving me wild.  I was starting to heat up again and my breath was coming faster when all three of them stopped and I was left in the harness, swinging slightly and moaning.  Before I could brace myself, they were spraying me down with the icy cold water again and I panted and gasped to catch a breath.  They turned up the pressure and directed a stream right on my clit, sending a combination of pure lust and pain through me.  I wanted to come again, but the temperature of the water was just too extreme. It was torture.




Finally the water shut off and I wondered if this was the end of my punishment.  It hadn’t been pleasant, but it also hadn’t been nearly as bad as I’d been expecting, so I waited anxiously.  I could hear something being dragged across the floor and set up directly underneath me but the sounds gave me no clue as to what was about to happen.  One of them men shoved a nozzle into my pussy and something warm and oily squirted out, coating my insides and dribbling down from my swollen lips.  He repeated this process with my ass and I began to worry.  They hadn’t used nearly this much lubrication on me before, what could they possibly be planning to do to me?  Before I could think on it too much, there was a whirring and grinding noise and I felt something thick and rubbery pressing against my pussy.  A hand spread it apart and an average sized dildo slid up into me.  It went just far enough to brush my cervix and then stopped and stayed inside me.  A moment later there was another grinding noise and a second dildo pressed up against my ass.  One of them men held me still and guided it into me, stretching me wide open and making my eyes water.  It wasn’t quite as big as the dick that had been inside me earlier, but it was large enough to make me feel very full.  As soon as the second dildo was settled fully inside me I felt a leather strap being passed around my waist.  Two straps were attached to at the back and these were pulled up between my legs on either side of the dildos and connected again to the waist strap at the front.  As they tightened them I realized there was a hard bump on the front of the straps that nestled right against my clit, and I imagined that this was not a coincidence.  I hung there, waiting, knowing that whatever was coming was not going to be pleasant.




The dildo in my pussy began to move first, slowly withdrawing before reversing and sliding back up into me.  The one in my ass was next, pulling out until just the tip was seated inside me before again pushing back in.  They were working in tandem but it soon became clear that they were slightly out of sync.  At first, they would both be inside me at the same time but soon they were alternating thrusts and I could tell that as time went on they would cycle back and forth between stuffing me full all at once and alternately fucking me.  The thrusting began to increase in speed and suddenly the hard bump against my clit began to vibrate.  It, too seemed to be somewhat random.  It started as a gently teasing buzz and soon had worked its way up to an almost uncomfortable level of vibration.  It cycled up and down a few times before throwing in short little bursts of high vibration every few seconds, seemingly at random.  The result was that from one moment to the next I didn’t know what was happening, and all I did know was that I wanted to come.  Badly.




The dildos increased in speed yet again and began to really fuck me.  I was shaking my head back and forth, trying to deny the orgasm I could feel building inside me but I knew it was a worthless endeavor and within minutes I was coming all over the thrusting rubber cocks, shaking and humping as best I could in my suspended position.  Almost immediately I realized what the punishment would be because the dildos and vibrator didn’t shut off.  If anything, they sped up and I shrieked as the vibrator went into high gear on my overly sensitive clit.  I yanked on my wrist cuffs, trying to pull myself off the dildos, but I couldn’t manage to pull myself up more than a few centimeters and I soon sunk back down onto the pistoning cocks, bucking against the vibrator that was torturing my clit.  Soon, the vibrator cycled back down to a lower setting again and I moaned in relief, feeling the buzzing starting to feel good again.  “Oh no,” I thought, “I can’t come again, not so soon.”




The dildos continued to make obscene slurping noises as they pounded into my ass and pussy and I panted as my second orgasm approached.  I jumped slightly as I felt one of them men grasp my right nipple and then there was a clamp being applied to first it, then the other one.  I wondered why these felt different from the ones they’d used one me before but my answer came quickly as they too began to vibrate, in sync with eachother but otherwise in a random pattern.  I was thrusting my hips forward, trying to gain a firmer contact with the vibrator on my clit and when both it and my nipple clamps went into high gear at the same time, I exploded.  I could feel my juices dripping out of my pussy and again, I shrieked as my poor body went into post-orgasmic shock.  I fought the machines, now trying to escape the intense buzzing on my clit instead of chasing it and I cried as I wondered how many times they would do this to me.  Already I could feel another orgasm brewing inside me, despite the pain in my clit, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last.  My legs were aching from their strained position, and I could feel the dildo in my ass starting to chafe slightly. 




As if in response to my thought, I felt a stream of the warm, oily substance being squirted over my ass and I moaned as the assfucking I was getting from the mechanical invader began to feel good again.  All through this process the men had been silent and I realized that I was comforted to know they were still there, still watching me.  In fact, a small part of me was actually a bit turned on by them witnessing my punishment, though it made me want to cry to admit it.  It was bad enough that I was being driven to multiple orgasms by a machine, but to want to be watched while it happened made me feel like a slut.  Every time I began to accept what they were doing to me, they pushed me further, made me question myself even more.  I’d thought that enjoying my own gang rape was as bad as it could get, and yet here I was, screaming as another orgasm was wrenched from my exhausted body by a brutally impersonal machine.




The dildos continued to stuff my holes while the vibrators worked their magic, and I continued to come until I’d lost count and was just hanging limply in my harness, occasionally moaning and twitching as yet another spasm rolled through me.  My mind was jelly and I couldn’t even remember why this was happening to me, I just knew I wanted it to stop.  I must have lapsed into unconsciousness because when I was next aware of where I was, I was back in my cell again and the tv was playing a video of my punishment.








*






I stared numbly at the tv screen for a few minutes, watching the image of myself being fucked to orgasm by a pair of thrusting mechanical dildos.  The whole thing was incredibly erotic and I couldn’t believe how hot my body looked suspended from those chains.  The muscles in my legs were straining against the leather straps and I was covered with a soft sheen of sweat, highlighting the curves of my breasts and rock hard nipples.  The tv was set at a high enough volume that I could hear every whimper, every moan that I’d made as I came all over the rubber cocks.  I lay there, entranced by the video.  I was exhausted and I could still feel the keen burn of humiliation but I couldn’t help but be somewhat turned on.  What had they done to me?




Finally, I made myself look away and struggled to get to my feet.  I ached everywhere and my pussy and ass especially felt raw and sore.  I tentatively put a hand down between my legs and winced as I encountered the swollen, sensitive flesh but it wasn’t as bad as I’d feared.  I ran my hands over my breasts and found that my nipples, while still a bit sore, were tight and hard again.  Just brushing them with my fingertips was enough to make me squirm and I immediately dropped my hands away, determined not to arouse myself. 




I made use of the bathroom again and drank as much of the cold water as I could stand.  Steeling myself I also wiped my body down with the washcloth, shivering as the cold water hit my sensitive skin.  I moaned as I remembered the jets of frigid water playing over my pussy and ass, tormenting and arousing me all at once.  From the main room I could hear the sounds of the tv replaying one of my many orgasms and suddenly realized that my hand was between my legs and I was stroking my clit with the washcloth.  I gasped and dropped it on the floor, backing away as if it were a poisonous snake, and fled back to the main room.  What was wrong with me?  I’d come more times in the past day than I had in years, and I still wasn’t sated?  What had they done to me?




I sat down on the floor in the main room and my stomach rumbled.  I pressed a hand to it and suddenly wondered how long I’d been here.  It was impossible to keep track of time and I had no idea whether it was day or night, or when I’d last eaten.  I looked around the room again, hoping that I’d missed something in my brief survey, but there was no food anywhere.  I got up and walked over to the tv, trying to ignore the sight of my tormented, screaming body being punished by the thrusting dildos, and stared into the small camera lens above it.  The light next to it was blinking, and I hoped that perhaps one of them was watching me.




“Hello?” I said, hesitantly.  “Are you….I mean…is anyone watching?  I’m…I’m hungry.  Please…..can I have some food?”




I watched the screen for a moment, hoping they would respond, but there was no answer but my own recorded orgasmic moaning.  I sat back down on the floor and stared off into space, fighting against the tingle of arousal that swept through me every time I heard myself coming on the video.  Suddenly, the sound switched off and I heard the voice of one of the men over the speakers.




“If you want food, slut, you have to earn it.”




“Earn it?  How?” I asked, terrified.




“Give us a show.  You know, like the one you started in the bathroom?  Play with that slutty little cunt of yours and show us how horny you are.  If you come for us, we’ll feed you.”




I gasped.  They’d seen that?  And they wanted me to masturbate for them?




“Oh God.” I moaned, feeling a fresh flush of humiliation roll over me.  Was there nothing they would leave alone?  Slowly but surely, bit by bit, they were stripping away every shred of my privacy and free will and I didn’t know how to resist.  If I didn’t do what they wanted, would they starve me to death?  My stomach rumbled again and I started to cry. 




“We’re waiting.” the voice said.  “Come on, you little fuckslut.  I don’t think you want to face another punishment, especially on an empty stomach.”




The idea of going through another of their punishments was enough to make me cry harder but I slowly slid my hand down my stomach and towards my pussy.  I lightly rubbed it back and forth along the outside of my pussy lips, shocked to find them already damp.  I spread them apart gingerly, trying not to be too rough with the sensitive flesh, and gently stroked my hand up and down my slit.




“Not good enough, whore.  Stick your fingers in your cunt and play with that needy little clit of yours.  Use your other hand to play with your nipples too, I can see how hard they are.  We want a good show from you, or no food.”




Whimpering, I slid two fingers into my pussy and moaned at how absurdly good it felt.  I was more turned on than I’d imagined and as I slowly stroked them in and out, pressing the heel of my palm against my clit, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come.  I ran my other hand over my breasts, lightly tweaking my nipples and writhing on the floor as my juices started to flow and I began to finger myself faster.




“That’s it, fuck that juicy little cunt.  Show us what a dirty little slut you are.” the voice said, making me even hotter.




I began to buck against my fingers, panting and crying out, hovering on the edge of release.  I pinched a nipple, hard, and shoved a third finger into my pussy and began to come, the walls of my pussy clamping down on my fingers and juices oozing out around my hand.  I collapsed back to the ground, spent and completely humiliated.  I heard chuckling from the speakers.




“Very nice, little slut.  I knew you’d put on a good show for us.  Comes with being such a cock hungry whore.”




A moment later the flap at the bottom of my door slid open and a tray was pushed through.  I ran over to it, but the flap slammed closed before I could get there.  The tray contained a sandwich, an apple and a few carrot sticks.  Hardly a feast, but hungry as I was I fell on it and gulped down the food.  When I was done, I curled up on the floor again and fell asleep to the sounds of my own orgasms.




*




When I woke next, the video playing was different.  It was back to the alternating scenes of women being abused and the sounds of their pain and ecstasy had roused me from dreams filled with endlessly thrusting and spurting cocks.  I blinked blurrily at the tv and watched as a pretty young girl was being impaled on a monster dildo.  It was attached to a machine much like the ones that had been fucking me and I stared as her pussy stretched to accommodate the huge girth being forced into it.  She was writhing and moaning, trying to pull herself free from the wall she was tied to, but her manacles held firm and the dildo thrust all the way in to her tiny pussy, pinning her in place.  My nipples grew hard as I watched her get brutally fucked by the monster cock, her pert little breasts bouncing with every thrust, her mouth open as she screamed in what seemed to be both pain and pleasure.  I knew I shouldn’t be aroused by this, but I couldn’t seem to help it anymore.  They had broken me.




I watched til the girl came all over the huge rubber cock and then the scene changed to a shot of my own little cell.  I could see myself lying on the floor, thrusting my fingers into my pussy and moaning and I hung my head in shame, remembering how they’d forced me to masturbate.  The video continued for a few more minutes before the screen went blank and the door to my cell swung open.  One of the men was standing there, again wearing a ski mask and holding out a blindfold.  I gulped and stood up shakily, moving towards him on legs that trembled in fear.  I reached out for the blindfold and he grinned at me.  I think we both knew that my pussy was already soaked in anticipation of what was to come.




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