Why Me?

I was led, blindfolded, out of my room and across a cement floor.  My nipples were hard just thinking of what be coming and I knew my pussy was gushing.  It was just as they said – I was a dirty whore.

I was shoved forward onto a mat on the floor, landing hard on my hands and knees before hands grasped my arms and cuffed them behind my back.  A sharp slap on the inside of my leg induced me to quickly spread my knees wide, exposing my dripping pussy to my unseen audience.  I unconsciously arched my back slightly, showing off my full breasts, heaving with my deep, aroused breathing.  I waited for what seemed like hours before finally I heard one of the men speak.

“Do you know why you’re here, slut?” he asked.  I shook my head, scared to speak up.

“Because you’re a fuck slut.  You’re here because you crave cock, because you ache to be filled in all your holes, humiliated, abused, and made to come.  You’re here because we know what you want, what you are.  You can’t hide it from us.”

I moaned at his words, both completely aroused and desperately trying to deny them.  Even though I’d been coming to the same conclusion as they used my body, I couldn’t just accept that what he said was true.  I didn’t want this!  It didn’t matter that I enjoyed it, I hadn’t asked for it.  I gathered my courage and spoke up.

“No.” I said, my voice coming out as barely more than a whisper.

“No?”

“No!” I said, more forcefully this time.  “I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t want it.  You made me…..you made me do….” I broke off, unable to repeat the things they had done to me.

“We made you come?  Oh yes, we did.  We made you come while we fingered you, while we whipped you, while we fucked you.  You came on our cocks, our hands, and even on a pair of rubber dildos.  You came on your own fingers too, sluttily shoving them into your cunt while we watched you.  No, you asked for this and you wanted it.  You didn’t have to say the words, we knew.”

“No.” I whimpered again, trying to ignore the rush of heat that washed over me at the memories his words conjured up.

“Oh yes, slut.  Even now, even as you deny that you want this, your dirty little cunt is soaked and your nipples are hard.  You’re a fuck slut.  You exist only for the pleasure of men like us, men who know how to use you.”

Tears were running down my cheeks and I shook my head wordlessly, denying what he said.

“So, if I were to come over there and shove my fingers up your cunt, you wouldn’t enjoy it?  I wouldn’t feel your hot little pussy clamping down on them as you came?” he taunted.

I moaned, my traitorous pussy spasming at his words, wanting nothing more than what he had just promised.  I hung my head silently, unable to refute him.

“I thought so.” he said.

I gathered up the last of my courage and whispered “What will happen to me?”

“That depends, slut.  We’re not done training you yet, but when we are you’ll be a proper fuck slave.  I’d hate to ruin all the surprises that entails, but I can assure you that you’ll be getting all the cock that hungry little cunt of yours needs.  I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“But…but…when will you let me go?” I cried.

“Let you go?  Oh no, little cunt.  By the time we’re done with you, you won’t even want to leave.”

I moaned.  Judging by what they’d done to me in only the short time I’d been captive, by the way I’d responded, I knew he could be right.

“People will miss me, they’ll look for me.” I whispered.

“Who?” he asked.  “Your friends?  The ones you only see once a month or so?  Your few living family members you haven’t seen in years?  Oh, your boss!  Yes, we had your “Brother” go in and inform them that you’d suffered a nervous breakdown and needed long term leave.  They won’t be missing you anytime soon.”

“My cat.” I whispered, feeling absurd as soon as I’d said it.

He laughed.  “Pussy misses her pussy, hmm?  Don’t worry, your cat is safely at the shelter.  I’d imagine he’ll be adopted any day now.”

And with that, I could feel the last tie to my old life drifting away.  He was right, nobody would miss me.  I had no close friends, no family, nobody to wonder where I had gone.  I had wrapped myself in my careful privacy and solitude and now I was paying for it.  There would be no rescue for me, and if the man was right, I wouldn’t even want one.

I sat there on that mat, numbly processing what was going to happen.  A slave?  What did that mean?  How could that even be possible?

“Well, cunt, do you have any other questions for me?”  I shook my head, too choked up to speak.

“Good, we have some fun planned for you.  It involves cocks in your holes so I know you’ll like it.”

*

I was pulled to my feet and led away from the mat with my wrists still bound behind me.  I felt the air change slightly and then I was pushed up a set of stairs and through a door.  This new space had soft, plush carpeting and it smelled of furniture polish and woodsmoke.  The air was pleasantly warm, unlike the cool dampness of the previous area, and I sighed as I felt it wash over me.  I was led along the carpeted floor for a ways, down what might have been a hallway, and then through a doorway and into a room with more lush carpet.  I was pushed to my knees and ordered to present my cunt, which I did by spreading my legs and assuming what had become an almost natural posture for me.  I waited in silence, nervous about what was coming.  Soon I could hear footsteps approaching and the murmur of male voices.  The door to the room opened again and what sounded like several men entered, all chatting conversationally.  I caught snippets of what sounded like friendly political discussion, and another more heated exchange regarding sports teams, but none of them acknowledged the presence of a naked, kneeling woman in the middle of the room.  I squirmed slightly, embarrassed by my nudity as if the time since my abduction hadn’t happened, and wished I could cover myself.  Strange as it seemed, I had grown accustomed to being naked in that other space, in front of those men.  These men were new and unfamiliar and this space felt like a posh hotel, the kind of place I shouldn’t be naked in.  The whole thing was intensely humiliating and yet I knew I was turned on.

A few more men entered the room and I heard polite greetings being exchanged and some queries regarding business and health.  I waited nervously as more men entered the room and the hum of conversation grew louder til finally a voice called out over the others “Alright then, are we all here?”

“All but Hawkes, and he’d said he’d be late.  We can start without him.”

There was a general rustle and the sound of furniture being shuffled and then a chilling silence settled over the room.  I could feel their unseen eyes on my naked body and my nipples hardened til they felt like they would burst.  I knew they could see my exposed, wet pussy and my face flushed with the shame.

“Report.” said the same voice as earlier.

“Female, early thirties, abducted from park at night while jogging.” I heard one of my abductors say.  “Wait,” I thought, “I’m not thirty yet and they didn’t abduct me from the…”

“No immediate family, currently unemployed.  Usual precautions were taken and there has been no adverse interest or suspicion in the 7 days since we obtained her.  Shows signs of being an excellent pain slut and comes readily when whipped.  Needs improvement in obeying orders and becoming aroused.  Recommend putting her into basic training.”

I felt like my world was spinning.  I wasn’t the only woman here?  How many of us had they abducted?  How many were sitting in this room like me with their pussies exposed and a group of men appraising them?  My breath came faster and I felt a new rush of dampness in my pussy as the man I assumed was the leader of this group spoke again.

“Recommendation noted.  Nice body on her, I assume those tits are natural?”

“Of course.”

“Excellent.  Gentlemen, feel free to inspect the slut.  Barring any objections I will have her sent down to unit three for basic training starting tomorrow.  Any requests for pre-training use can be submitted to me after the meeting.”

I heard a female sounding whimper from a few feet away from me and guessed that the men must be doing something to this lady.  I couldn’t help but wonder how she felt.  Did she enjoy this treatment too?  Was she as confused and scared as I was?  I wished I could talk to her.

“Next slut?” the leader asked.

“Female, mid twenties, abducted from parking garage after work.  No immediate family, employers handled.  No sign of suspicion in 3 days since obtainment.  Shows excellent signs of being a good fuck slut and is easily aroused by both sexual stimuli and humiliation.  Obeys orders well for such a new acquisition and is eager to please.  Recommend advancing to intermediate training.”

I gasped.  Eager to please?  Intermediate training?  A hot wash of shame burned through me again at his words and I hung my head.  I felt like a piece of meat, an animal, as he described me and my life in such terms.  Had the other woman next to me fought back more?  Was I weak for giving in to their demands so soon?  I felt tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes as the leader began to speak.

“Intermediate?  I’m impressed.  I can see her soaked cunt from here, but she must be a real slut if you feel she can skip basic training.  Can we view some of her processing footage?”

There was a clicking sound and suddenly I could hear the sounds of my own arousal.  It was accompanied by an engine noise and I realized that my whole abduction and subsequent torment had been filmed.  The video continued until I came, crying out as my captors shoved their fingers into my pussy, and then I heard the sounds of my punishment occurring.  The noise of the crop as it slapped down onto my nipples in the video made me burn with arousal and I wished I could feel the vibrator on my pussy.  The men continued to watch, making comments about my reactions, my orgasms and my body as footage was played of all the ways I’d been used since being abducted.  I heard some of them chuckling as I begged to have my ass fucked, and there were some impressed sounding murmurs as I fingered myself to an orgasm in front of the camera.  By the time the tape shut off I was crying, but my pussy was dripping onto the carpet below me and I would have done anything to relieve the growing pressure I could feel there.

“Very nice.”  The leader said.  “Gentlemen, feel free to inspect the cunt, but I think we will hold a more in depth evaluation at the end of this meeting.  Barring any issues with that, I feel comfortable placing her in intermediate training.”  As he spoke, I felt hands touching my body, many of them at once.  A finger slid down my spine and into the crack of my ass, stroking my anus and tickling it while more hands grasped my breasts and tweaked my swollen nipples.  I moaned as a finger slid into my grasping pussy and I bucked against it, thrusting my hips forward in a desperate attempt to gain firmer contact with it.  The men laughed at me and I felt so ashamed, but couldn’t seem to stop.  The other woman they’d abducted hadn’t behaved like this, so why was I?  Was I just a dirty slut, like they said?  A finger flicked my clit and my body spasmed, reaching for the orgasm that was so close.  Before I could get any closer though, the hands were withdrawn and I was left kneeling on the carpet, panting out my need.  I gave a frustrated whimper and heard more chuckles.

“Well, that was entertaining.  Next slut, please.”

My abductor began to describe the next unfortunate woman, a girl in her late teens who had been hitchhiking, but I couldn’t focus on what was being said.  All I could think about was how desperate I was to come, and how thoroughly these men had reduced me to a mindless, needy slut.  It wasn’t right.  I wasn’t a weak-willed person, and I certainly wasn’t the sort of woman who needed a man to take orders from.  How had this happened?  I heard the sound of the girl next to me being fondled, her squeaks of protest so vastly different from my own ecstatic moans, and I felt like sobbing.  Why me?  Why did I like this?

The girl next to me was assigned to basic training and I heard the sounds of furniture shifting and people moving again.  When everything settled, I felt my arms being unclipped and what felt like a thick rubber dildo was placed in my hand.

“Show us how much you want this, cunt.” A voice said.  “Show us how badly you want to come.”

I grasped the dildo, pride and shame warring with the strident demands of my gushing pussy.  If I did this, if I fucked myself with a rubber cock in front of a room full of strange men, what was I?  Could I ever hold my head up again?  I knelt there for a moment more, the fear of punishment growing stronger the longer I refused, til finally, with a broken whimper, I slid my hand between my legs and began to push the dildo into my sopping wet pussy.  It slid in easily, and I moaned as I felt it filling me up, easing the throb of need I’d been feeling ever since the men had touched me.

“Fuck yourself with it.” A new voice ordered me.  “Fuck that sloppy little cunt and let us see you come.  Show us what a dirty whore you are.”

I slid the dildo back out and then pushed it back in again, panting as I did so.  My other hand slid down to my pussy and I began to circle my clit with a forefinger, thrusting my hips forward and throwing my head back.  I could hear the men murmuring their approval and as I grew closer and closer to coming, their watching eyes and obscene comments just made me hotter.  I began to cry out as I fucked myself with the dildo, high pitched keening sounds as my pussy began to contract, grasping the dildo and gushing juices all over it.  I arched my back and with one final thrust I began to come, rocking back and forth, breasts thrust forward, head thrown back, riding that rubber cock with everything I had.  As I came back down, panting and gasping for air, I heard smattered applause from the men, and I felt shame burn through me once more.  What had I done?

***

The men exited the room, some of them stopping to fondle me as they went, pinching a nipple or slapping my ass.  I knelt there, lost in a fog of deep self pity and shame, barely aware as they took liberties with my body that even a week ago would have had me screaming in rage.  I couldn’t understand how I had let myself get to this point, how I had given up all sense of pride and decency.  And for what?  Just because I got wet when they abused me?  I was sick at myself, horrified and confused.

After all the men had left my arms were secured behind me again and I was hoisted to my feet.  I was led down a corridor and through a doorway and suddenly I could feel sunshine on my skin.  I stumbled, stunned by the warmth and light seeping through my blindfold, shocked at how much I’d missed it over the past few days.  I turned my face upwards slightly as I was led along a concrete pathway, basking in the glow of being outdoors once more.  Too soon for me we passed under a roof of some sort and the sun vanished, though the crisp air of the outdoors still swirled around me, puckering my nipples and drying the sweat on me from my recent orgasm.  I felt myself being backed up to a post of some sort and my wrists secured to it before my abductor began to speak to me.

“Be a good little slut.” He said, lightly tweaking my nipple as he spoke.  “Your new trainer will be here to collect you shortly.”

I heard his footsteps fading away and concentrated on where I was.  I could smell hay and horses, and the floor under my feet was smooth concrete, swept meticulously clean.  The wooden post behind me was rough, and I seemed to be attached to it by some sort of metal ring.  Quietly, I began to manipulate the connection between my cuffs and the post and was shocked to discover that they were held in place by only a clip, not even locked.  I stood there for a moment, listening intently, but I could hear nothing around me but the sound of the wind and a far off horse whinnying.  I took a deep breath and unclipped my cuffs, feeling a shot of adrenalin go through me as I did it.  I froze immediately, half expecting to be grabbed and punished, but there was nothing.  Quickly, I undid my cuffs and reached up to rip the blindfold from my eyes, blinking and squinting as I was blinded by the sunshine.  When I could see again I looked around me and discovered I was in a deserted paved courtyard with several upright posts like mine surrounding the edges, an overhanging roof protecting them from the elements.  A large mansion backed onto two sides of the space, with a doorway that I assumed was the one I’d been led through.  On the third side was a wooden structure that I assumed was the stable I could smell and the fourth was a stone archway through which I could see a field.  It was early afternoon, judging by the sunlight streaming down into the courtyard, and I could see nobody nearby.  I stood there for a moment longer, terrified that one of the men would appear at any moment and punish me for having removed my blindfold.  I started to contemplate just putting my cuffs and blindfold back on and pretending nothing had happened when I mentally shook myself.  This was my chance!  I could escape, I could get away from these madmen.  How could I even think about staying, about letting them do more horrible things to my body.  If I had any sense of pride or self left, I had to run.

Without giving it any more thought I dropped my cuffs and blindfold and ran for the open field.  I turned around once as I went through the archway and saw that while windows on the mansion faced the field, most seemed to have drawn curtains.  Ahead of me, the pasture stretched out over a hill and beyond it I could see a dense stand of trees.  If I could make it that far I could lose myself in the woods and hopefully find my way to a road or something, maybe flag down a car.  I refused to let myself think about the possibility of capture, of what they’d do to me if I were caught.  I’d made my decision, and it was too late to go back now.

I ran through the field, stumbling over stones and loose lumps of dirt, stubbing my toes as I occasionally turned to look behind me.  So far there had been so sign that my presence had been missed, but I knew it couldn’t last forever.  I pushed myself harder until I cleared the edge of the hill and then slowed to a more manageable pace, screened from the mansion by its presence.  I jogged towards the treeline, realizing that it was further away than I’d thought.  I hoped I’d have time before the sun set to find a road as I wasn’t looking forward to a night in the woods.  They were unfriendly looking, and I had no clothing or blankets with which to keep myself warm.

As I neared the woods I began to hear a faint thudding sound from behind me.  I turned to look back but the hill blocked any view of the mansion and I couldn’t tell if the sound was getting closer or not.  I began to run faster, suddenly terrified of being caught, and kept whipping my head around to look over my shoulder.  The sound grew louder and soon I could identify it as hoofbeats, growing steadily closer.  I panicked, sprinting like mad for the trees, my breath whistling in and out of my lungs as I pushed myself to my limit and more.  My legs felt like rubber and my lungs were screaming at me, my whole body straining forward.  I could no longer hear the hoofbeats over the roaring in my ears and the sound of my own panting breaths, and I couldn’t risk looking back to see how close the horse was.  I was perhaps 30 feet from the edge of the trees when I felt something settle around my waist, trapping my arms, and then pulled back sharply.  I yelped and my feet went out from under me, sending me tumbling to the ground hard.  The rope around me tightened and I realized I’d been lassoed, effectively trapping me for the moment.  I struggled against the rough hempen rope and looked up wild eyed at the man who had jumped off the horse and was striding toward me holding the other end of it.  I screamed and writhed, pure fear making me unable to react coherently, and I flinched as he reached down and grabbed my arm.  I was sobbing uncontrollably as he wordlessly tied my hands together behind my back and then stepped back to look at me appraisingly.  He was tall and dark haired with a face that looked like he spent a fair amount of time outdoors, and his expression was one of amusement.

“Every damn time, they fall for it.  You’d think you sluts would figure out that we’re too smart to let you go that easy, but nope.  Every single one of you figures we’re dumber than a sack of hammers and that you can outsmart us and run.  What did you think was gonna happen, cunt?” he asked, and I sobbed harder.  He was right, and I knew it.  I’d known it was too easy, known they’d never have left me unwatched, and yet I’d run anyway.  I felt like an idiot.

“Ah well, makes my job more fun when you do it.  Nothing quite like chasing down a dirty little slut and showing her who’s boss.”  With that he hauled me to my feet, removed the lasso, and began to walk me back towards the horse.  I was still crying, and I stumbled as I went, his hand on my arm the only thing keeping me upright.  As we got closer I could see that the horse’s saddle was oddly shaped and it took me a moment before I figured out that there was a large, leather-bound phallus where the pommel would normally be.  I whimpered as I stared at it, knowing that I was about to feel it inside me.  The man chuckled and slapped my ass as he watched my eyes get huge.  “Bet you’ve never ridden a horse that way, huh?” he laughed.  He reached into a saddle bag and pulled out two long chains with clamps on the ends and a small tube of lubricant before turning back to me and grasping my right nipple.  He twisted it, hard, and I whimpered as he applied one of the clamps to it, screwing it down tight.  He twisted and flicked my other nipple and then applied a clamp to it too, leaving the chains dangling against my stomach.  He reached down and slid a finger along my pussy before laughing again.  “Guess I won’t need the lube up front.  Does getting caught make your cunt wet, little whore?” he said, and I felt a new flush of shame as I realized he was right.  He led me and the horse a few feet away to where a tree had been cut off, leaving a stump just below waist height for me, and lifted me onto it.  Climbing onto it next to me, he unbound my hands and then proceeded to lift me into the saddle, the leather cock pointing right at my pussy.  “Don’t struggle,” he muttered, “or I’ll have to whip you before we get to the fun stuff.”  I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out and felt the strange pommel slipping inside of me til I was resting on the saddle, completely filled.  A raised bump at the base of the cock pressed against my clit, and the ridges on the leather rubbed against me, making me even more wet.  He pushed my head down, making me lean forward against the horse’s neck and connected the nipple chains to either side of the horse’s bridle, causing a sharp tug on my nipples every time I tried to straighten up too far.  He strapped my wrists to cuffs set into the saddle, just in front of my knees and then strummed the taught chains leading to my nipples, wrenching a yelp out of me.  He shoved the tube of lubricant up against my anus and squeezed it, filling me with the oily substance, and then slapped my ass.

“I have a feeling you’re gonna love this.” He said, as he swung into the saddle behind me.  I felt him fumbling with his pants and heard a zipper undo before a hard cock was pressed against my asshole, pushing forward into me.  I cried and clenched down, feeling the leather cock in my pussy as I did so.  He slapped my ass again and said “Loosen, slut.  It’s either ride home like this or be dragged.” And I reluctantly relaxed my ass and felt him slide into it.  I groaned and he reached around in front of me, grabbing my breasts and pulling on them as he thrust further into my poor, stretched ass.  Soon he was all the way in and with a last tweak of my clamped nipples he reached lower and picked up the reins and gave the horse a kick.

I felt as if my world had just come undone.  Every move the horse made shoved the leather dildo further into my pussy and his cock further into my ass.  We were only at a walk and yet already I was gasping and fighting off the beginnings of an orgasm.  The man behind me chuckled and I felt him squeeze his legs again and I exploded into an orgasm as the horse began to trot.  Up and down I went with the rhythm of the horse, the cocks jostling inside me, my nipples pulled forward every time the horse’s head moved.  The nub at the base of the pommel was rubbing back and forth across my clit and I was crying out, almost screaming, as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.  I was just starting to come back down when I felt him squeeze his legs again and we launched into a canter, my nipples stretching out painfully as the horse stretched his neck, the cocks inside me rubbing back and forth in the rocking rhythm.  I moaned and cried, the man behind me occasionally laughing at me, but otherwise seeming totally uninterested in the fact that he had his cock shoved into the ass of a woman as he rode his horse.  I realized, through the fog of my arousal, that we were not headed back to the mansion but instead circling the field, lazily meandering around.  Every so often the man would turn the horse, causing a sharp pain in one nipple as the bridle was pulled to the side, and I could feel another orgasm approaching.  I squirmed in the saddle, trying to find a position that would produce less sensation, and the man slapped my ass.  “None of that, slut.  Just enjoy the ride.”

I must have come three or four more times before he finally turned back towards the mansion and settled us back to a walk.  I was moaning, slumped against the horse’s neck, the man’s cock still, incredibly, hard in my ass.  I was shocked that he hadn’t come, given how often I had, and worried about what that meant.  As we walked, he began to talk to me, lightly cupping and stroking my breasts with one hand as we went.

“Now, like I said, all you sluts fuck up and try to escape.  We just expect it now.  That doesn’t mean you won’t get punished, it just means we expect it.  Now, they think you’re ready for intermediate training and given how wet your cunt was when I caught you, I’m inclined to agree.  This means you’re mine until I say you’re ready to go to advanced training and I’m going to work you hard, little slut.  A tired slut is a well behaved one, and a slut with cocks in her holes is a happy one.  That’s how I run my unit, and I expect perfect obedience from you.  Do you understand?”

I nodded my head, and he grabbed one of my nipple chains and tugged on it, making me yelp.  “When I ask you a question, you say “Yes, sir”, got it, slut?”

“Yes, sir!” I gasped, and he let go of the chain, moving his hand back to cupping and squeezing my breast.

“You have a lot to learn, but I think you’re going to make an excellent fuck slave.” He said, and with that he kicked the horse hard and we flew into a gallop.  I screamed, my pussy and ass clenching down on the cocks inside me, a sharp orgasm making me buck and writhe on them, and I heard him grunting as his cock spurted into my asshole.

“That’s a good little cunt, good girl.” He growled, and we galloped the rest of the way back to the mansion

***

By the time we got back to the stable, I was a wreck.  I’d lost track of how many times I’d come during that last desperate gallop through the field and I was draped over the horse’s neck, the saddle and my thighs soaked by my dripping pussy, my ass clenching around my captor’s softening cock.  He had stayed hard after his first orgasm and had ridden me through another few of my own before grabbing my breasts hard and groaning as his cock had pulsed and spurted into my tender asshole.  I could feel his come leaking out of me and mixing with my pussy juices to create a slick mess under me, and I wanted nothing more than to get off this horrible saddle and get clean.

We rode into a small courtyard on one side of the stable and my captor slid his cock out of my ass, making me gasp, and dismounted.  He walked the horse over to a post and tied it in place before unfastening my wrists and the chains on the horse’s bridle.  He left my nipple clamps in place and then lifted me off the leather pommel and dumped me on the ground where I fell to me knees, unable to support my own weight.  He hauled me to my feet and dragged me into the coolness of the stable, a welcome contrast from the pavement in the courtyard that had been uncomfortably warmed by the late afternoon sun.  The stable itself was beautiful, all gleaming wood, immaculate floors and the clean smells of hay and leather.  I could hear quiet voices from the other end of the building but I couldn’t tell if they were male or female, let alone what was being said.  I was led down the main corridor of the stable, past many beautiful horses and into a tack room with rows of saddles and other riding equipment on the walls.  I noticed that many of the saddles had been altered like the one I’d just ridden, some with multiple leather cocks protruding from them.  There were crops and whips on the walls too, and a selection of bits that looked too small for a horse.  In the center of the room was a sawhorse with leather straps on it, and nearby a hay bale also bound with leather but the man ignored both of these, instead pushing me over to an empty spot against a wall and ordering me to kneel.  I sank to me knees, spreading them as he used the toe of his boot to nudge at my thighs, and waited while he drew my hands up over my head and secured them to a ring set into the wall.

“Now, I don’t believe in punishing sluts while they’re all worn out.” He said, “It keeps them from being able to properly focus on the punishment, and they don’t learn as much from it.  Plus, I like the anticipation of a punishment, the way you cunts get all worked up and scared while waiting for it.  So, your punishment will be first thing in the morning.  In the meantime, the grooms are all finishing up for the evening, and they need a reward.  You’re gonna suck off every man who walks into this room, and you’re going to do a good job or I’ll make your punishment even more unpleasant, do you understand?”

I nodded and then quickly caught myself as I saw the look on his face. “Yes, sir!” I gasped, anxious to avoid angering him.

“Good girl.”  he said, lightly stroking my cheek.  “By the way, my name is Master Hawkes.  You may refer to me by that name, or by Sir, but in no other way will you address me, clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. “ and with that he pulled off my nipple clamps and walked away, leaving me crying out as the blood rushed back into my nipples.  I hung my head and panted, trying to ignore the burning in my nipples until I heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see two young men enter the room.  They were around my own age, both dressed in jeans and flannel shirts despite the heat of the day, and they grinned at the sight of my naked body.

“Oh good, new trainee.” said one, and walked up to me, unzipping his jeans as he went.  He pulled his half-erect cock out of his pants, placed a hand on the back of my head, and pushed his dick against my lips.  I was shocked by the suddenness of it, but remembered Master Hawkes’ orders and opened my mouth.  He shoved his cock all the way in, groaning a bit, and began to fuck my mouth, occasionally pushing further back into my throat and making me gag.  I tried to use my tongue on him, tried to suck, but he was too fast and too brutal and I soon gave up and just let him use me as he wished.  I focused on breathing between his thrusts, my eyes watering as I gagged on his length, and I moaned around his cock as he began to speed up.  I could feel him swelling in my mouth and he began to pant a bit, muttering under his breath about what a good little whore I was.  Within minutes of starting, he gave a little cry and pulled his cock out, spraying semen all over my breasts before stepping back and slowly tucking his softening cock back into his jeans.

“Not bad.” he said, and then turned and left the room.  I knelt there, gasping, as the next man approached me, stroking his fully erect cock as he moved closer.  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and twisted slightly, making me cry out.  He seized the opportunity and shoved his cock all the way into my open mouth and down my throat.  I gagged, pulling at the bindings on my wrists in panic as he began to brutally fuck my throat, sawing in and out, barely giving me enough time to breathe as he pulled out before shoving his length all the way back in again.  I was gagging and sobbing, tears running down my face, and when I looked up at him he slapped one of my breasts, hard.  “Keep your eyes on my cock, whore.” he said, and I quickly lowered my eyes and focused on not vomiting as he continued to use me.  He, too, was quick and I was overwhelmingly relieved when, with a final grunt, he slammed himself all the way in and his cock began to pulse.  I felt the come sliding down my throat and gagged again before he pulled out of me.  He wiped his cock on my cheek before zipping up his pants and walking away, whistling cheerfully to himself.  I grimaced, trying to ignore the taste of come in my mouth, and breathed deeply, absurdly grateful for the break.

I didn’t have to wait long before another man came into the room.  This one was older, perhaps in his fifties with grey peppered throughout his dark hair.  He grinned when he saw me and grabbed a rag out of one of his back pockets.  “I see the others got here first.  No matter, I’ll clean you up a bit and we’ll have some fun.” he said, wiping the come off my breasts and face.  I was about to thank him, touched by this unexpected kindness, when he grabbed my nipples and began to tug on them, twisting and pulling just hard enough to hurt, but not so hard that it didn’t make me gasp with arousal.  I arched my back, trying to relieve the pressure on my poor breasts, but he just pulled harder, pinching my aching little nubs.

“Great tits.” he sighed, and slapped one of them, hard.  It bounced and swayed from side to side, and he did it again with the other one.  “Oh yeah, I like that.” he said, and proceeded to spank my breasts, making them bounce and shudder painfully.  I cried out at each impact, the skin on my breasts turning a brilliant red and my nipples swelling and hardening.  He noticed this and began to aim his blows for those abused, red peaks, making me yelp every time he connected.  Very soon my breasts were bright red and very sensitive, and he once again grabbed my nipples and twisted.  I began to cry and he let go of my painful nubs just long enough to unzip his jeans before shoving his cock in my mouth.

“Get it nice and wet, little girl.” he moaned, stroking in and out.  He fucked my mouth for a minute and then pulled out and bent his knees slightly, lining his cock up with the valley of my breasts.  He grabbed the sides of them and pushed together and began to fuck my cleavage, groaning as he did it.  I stared down, shocked and strangely aroused by the sight of his cockhead peeping out from between my red, swollen breasts, glistening with my saliva and his pre-come.  He began to thrust harder, running his thumbs back and forth across my tender nipples as he went, calling me a dirty little girl for letting him fuck my tits.  Just before he came, he slid his hands up my breasts and grabbed onto my nipples, hard, using them to pull the weight of my breasts together for him to fuck, and I screamed, the pain from those swollen, abused tips making me light headed.  He cried out and started to come, shooting all over my breasts and stomach while I cried and tried to ignore the wrenching on my nipples.  Finally he let go, and I moaned in relief as he used his rag to wipe down his cock before putting it away.  He grinned at me and winked before leaving the tack room.

Several more men came in and used me before the end of the evening, all of them without any regard for my enjoyment or comfort.  It was a harsh change from the treatment of my original abductors, and I was shocked by the trickle of wetness in my pussy every time a new cock slid into my mouth.  If I had been horrified and ashamed at myself for being aroused when those men were deliberately trying to make me come, what sort of a horrible person was I for being turned on by having my mouth brutally raped by multiple men?  I was confused, and ashamed, but I was so tired and sore that I couldn’t even focus on why I should feel that way.  I longed to have my hands free so I could touch my pussy, so I could make myself come, and though that desire filled me with even more shame, I couldn’t care.  What did it matter how I felt?  These men had shown me they were more powerful, that they could do whatever they liked with me.  Why should I fight it?

It was these thoughts that occupied my mind as the final man was shoving his cock down my throat, and when he finished with me I hung limply from my bindings and waited, numbly compliant.  I was still staring at the floor when Master Hawkes returned and released my wrists from the wall, hauling me to my feet and dragging me back down the hallway.  I concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, and it wasn’t til I noticed that the floor had become tile instead of cement that I looked up to see that we were in a large tiled room with hoses and nozzles all along the walls.  Master Hawkes tied my wrists  above my head to a bar along one wall and then tied my ankles shoulder width apart to one set against the floor.  He grabbed one of the hoses and I flinched, expecting frigid water, but when he sprayed me down it was pleasantly hot.  I relaxed into it, the warmth feeling good on my sore body, and closed my eyes.  He drizzled me with a soap that smelled like apples and then grabbed a large sponge and began to rub it all over my body, concentrating on my breasts and between my legs.  Despite myself I found I was getting turned on again, and when he slipped one finger into my pussy I moaned and pushed back on it.  He stroked his finger in and out a few times before returning to sponging me down, and I whimpered in frustration.  “Patience,” he said, “You get to come if and when I allow it.”

He rubbed some of the soap into my hair and began to massage my scalp, rubbing away the tension and leaving me feeling limp and boneless.  I leaned against the wall, enjoying the cool tile on my sore nipples, and he trailed a finger down my back and pressed it against my asshole.  I relaxed and it slid in, fucking me a few times before again withdrawing and leaving me in need.  I moaned softly and then sighed as the warm water ran over me again, rinsing off all the soap.  After a minute the water shut off and Master Hawkes began to rub me down with a large, soft towel, drying every nook and cranny of my body before releasing my wrists and ankles from the bar.  He led me from the room and then down a corridor lined with identical doors.  Choosing one, he opened it and led me inside what looked to be a replica of the room I’d been kept in when I’d first been abducted.  He lay me down on the floor and secured my wrists and ankles to straps set into the matting and then lightly stroked my breasts, teasing my nipples as he went.

“Good slut, you did very well tonight.  Normally, I would reward you for that, but since you still have a punishment owing, I can’t.”  he slid his hand down to my pussy as he spoke and gently teased my clit, making me buck my hips upwards to try to get a firmer contact on it.  He chuckled and pulled a small vibrator with a clitoral attachment from a pouch at his waist and slid it into my grasping pussy before turning it on low.  “Like I said before, a tired slut is a well behaved one, and a slut with cocks in her holes is a happy one.  I doubt you’ll be able to come from this, but it sure will make sleeping difficult.  I’ll see you in the morning for your punishment.”  And with that, he left.  I lay on the floor, the vibrator buzzing in my pussy and against my clit, hovering on the edge of an orgasm and straining and twisting my body, trying to get more contact.  It was no use, and after a while I drifted off to an unsettled sleep where I again dreamed of hard, thrusting cocks.  I woke up many times in the night, crying out in need, but the vibrator just kept humming, always too gently to make me come.  I cried, I begged the unseen men I hoped were watching me, I struggled against my bonds, all uselessly.  Eventually I fell asleep, really asleep, and didn’t wake up until the door to my cell opened again.