An African Prison. John drove slowly along the windy road, they were lost and Mary couldn't make any sense of the map. They had spent the afternoon at a garage sale on a farm and their boot was full of farmyard junk which included a couple of pangas which are large African knives used for clearing the bush and would easily separate a mans head from his torso and an old revolver which John intended to clean up and use as a wall display. They had really enjoyed the afternoon, having had a drink at the small village not far from the farm where they met a few of the locals. The talk in the pub was about the prison some miles away that was now being used to incarcerate the worst of South Africa's sex offenders. Stories flowed about the deeds of the inmates and how the women and children felt threatened from a possible breakout. John turned to Mary "It would be our luck to run into escaped cons now". Mary laughed and studied the map with a frown. She squeezed her thighs together and blushed as she thought about the consequences of John's remark. One of Mary's wild fantasies, one that she had shared with no one was to be raped to death by an angry crowd of black men. Mary looked up and stretched as they rounded a bend. Ahead of them was the prison, John slowed to a crawl and peered at he foreboding place. "Shit! You really screwed up this time, you couldn't find your way out of a paper bag". "Next time you can figure it out yourself " pouted Mary. They turned into a small dirt road that ran down the side of the prison wall with the intentions of turning around so they could head back the way they had come. The road was too narrow for any attempt at a three-point turn so John drove slowly onwards. Headlights appeared in John's rear view mirror. "Shit, it's getting worse, looks like we've got company," mused John. The other vehicle, a prison van was on them within seconds. The van blew its horn, flashed its lights and stopped. Two burley guards emerged and approached John's side of the car and with hand motions indicated that they wanted him to open his window. John opened the window with a reluctant resignation. "What are you doing here?" commanded the one guard in a guttural African tone. "We're lost," replied John. The two guards looked at each other and laughed, "Nobody gets lost out here. We need to check your car, please open the boot." John opened his door, got out and went to the back to open the boot, Mary stayed where she was. The boot lid opened, there staring them all in the face was the revolver, pangas and many other items, which could be used for a jail, break. The guards looked at John and before he had time to speak, had dragged him over to the bonnet of the car, pushed him down so that his face was pressed against the warm metal and none to gently frisked him. Mary watched awestruck. After the brief frisking they grabbed him by the hair, pulled him upright and marched him the to the back of the van parked behind them. After depositing John in the back of the van the guards returned for Mary. Mary looked straight ahead as the guard tried the door handle. The door opened, "GET OUT GET OUT" screamed the guard; Mary complied, stumbling in her haste. The two guards stared at her cleavage as she stood by the car door. After a pregnant pause they grabbed her arms and marched her to the back of the van. One of the guards helped her in the van by placing a large hand on her buttocks, lifted and squeezed. Mary sat down opposite John and looked out at the two guards who were talking to each other in their African tongue, the one guard made a couple of pelvic thrusts and they both laughed. Mary felt flushed and shivered. John saw this and mistook her reaction for fear; he leaned across and took Mary's hands in his. "Don't worry well be out of here, as soon as I have explained what has happened." John certainly wasn't convinced by what he had said and less so Mary. Mary looked passed John, refusing to make eye contact as they rattled along towards the inner sanctum of the prison; her behavior was guilt rather than any ill feeling towards John. Again he misunderstood. Mary and John braced themselves as the van came to a rapid halt. There was a silence followed by a door opening at a side entrance to one of the offices, light spilt out and a further six guards followed, one with his shirt hanging open his huge black barrel chest gleaming with sweat in the twilight. The guards started a loud and excited conversation the one guard waving John's revolver about. After a short deliberation one of the guards came over and opened the van door gesturing them both to get out. They entered the building through the same door that the guards had come out of and were marched down long bleak corridors; finally they were ushered into a room that had nothing other than a large and sturdy wooden table, the walls were a depressing gray. Four guards waited in the room with them not a word spoken by anybody. Mary was aware of the guards examining her she didn't look at anybody, staring at one of the corners of the room for fear of revealing her true feelings. The guards were fascinated with her long blonde hair held up by hair clips, she wore a light summer dress that was calf length; she didn't have any stockings on as she found them oppressive in the African heat. She took great care of her legs having regular wax jobs. John had became pretty good at it and it appeared as if the only hair on her body was the tumbling locks of blonde hair on her head. The dress had buttons in the front, which buttoned to the waste. The collar was a deep vee which showed just enough cleavage to raise a mans interest, the dress was extremely feminine and complemented Mary. After what seemed an eternity the door opened and six guards entered, all were huge. In a fool hardy fashion John blurted out "You have no right to hold us, we're British citizens and if ...", with two big strides the biggest of the guards approached John and with an effortless backhand sent John crashing to the ground. The guard grabbed John by the ear and pulled him to his feet. "You have just made the biggest mistake of your life, you will be lucky to get out of here alive. Trying to supply weapons to prisoners. You don't run this country any more. YOU LITTLE CUNT". Tears welled in John's eyes and he stammered "I didn....", a second backhand left him in mid sentence, tumbling to the floor. Mary looked on horrified, her hands over her face. "It was all my fault he had nothing to do with this, please don't hurt him anymore." She pleaded. The guard turned to her, "So you are the one. You will regret this". The guard sauntered over to Mary, towering over her. She hadn't seen anybody that big he was daunting, frightening. He told Mary to turn around and with hands that almost circled her waist drove her to the wall. "Put your hand against the wall. HIGHER", He adjusted their position and then kicked the inside of her feet forcing her to spread her legs. The big hands went up to her armpits and slowly moved down to her thighs, savouring her good figure, they then encircled her, cupping her breasts, squeezing. Fingers worked their way inside the vee neck of her dress inside the bra cup of her right breast and flicked over her still soft nipple, a moan escaped from her lips. The realization of Mary's true feelings finally dawned on John, his fear for her subsided and he felt a stirring in his loins. Another moan escaped her lips as the fingers withdrew from her dress; both hands grabbed the front of the dress and pulled apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. With amazing strength the hands snapped the material holding the bra-cups. The dress now hung open to the waist. The fingers went back to her nipples, twisting, tweaking, and pulling. Electric pulses shot through her body, the attention to her nipples hurt yet it felt so good and they became painfully erect. The right hand left her breast and dropped to the hem of the dress slipping inside and slowly slid up the smooth inside of her calf and then thigh, until it reached the junction of her thighs. The index finger started to rub the join with long slow strokes. The fingers stopped and moved again working there way into the knickers. The fingers now started to stroke her pussy lips, moving forward to the clit where it vigorously worked the rapidly hardening bud. A shiver went through Mary, it was intense and she wanted it to stop; yet she hoped it wouldn't. The fingers stopped slid back and worked their way through the parting lips into her extremely wet vagina. A second finger joined the first and a rubbing motion started to work her G spot. This was too much for Mary and a long low moan escaped her lips. The guard withdrew his hand from under Mary's dress and held up the two wet fingers for his colleges to see, they looked on with lust filled eyes. The big man grabbed Mary's hair and pulled her head back. Thick lips went to within inches of her ear and in a whisper said. "In nine months you will have a baby, the problem will be that the father could be one of hundreds of men. One thing is for sure though. The fucker will be black", with that he pulled her away from the wall and propelled her towards the table. Forcing her forward she ended up laying face down on the table, her feet firmly planted on the floor, she stretched her arms up, grabbing the edge of the table above her head. Big black hands grabbed the hem of her dress and flicked it up, the hem landing on her shoulders, her knickers and lower back exposed, her knickers were pulled down to her feet, her sandals removed with the knickers. Her legs were spread, yet still firmly planted on the ground. Fingers spread her arse cheeks as far as they would go, exposing her anus and spreading her pussy lips. The same fingers let go and moved to her pussy, working two and then three fingers into her, finger fucking her vigorously. The man removed his fingers, wiped them on the knickers that lay on the floor and proceeded to unbuckle his pants, the pants dropped revealing a rampant erection. The bulbous cock head was placed at her opening and pressure applied. She opened up taking the head and then the shaft. Mary felt stretched in all directions, yet the cock was still not in. The cock was pulled out and thrust back in. This was repeated three times before he was in to the hilt. Mary let out a prolonged and loud groan, and then started to giggle as she thought about a porn movie she had seen where the women seemed to continuously groan. The giggling seemed to incite the man who began to pile drive her, taking her breath away, pins and needles shot through her and she could feel herself building to a crescendo. Before she was released by an orgasm, she felt him stiffen, the cock pulsed and semen gushed into her. The man withdrew his softening penis, cum followed which dribbled to the floor. The next man took his place; he grabbed Mary's hair and using it like reins began to ride her. The room reverberated to the sound of wet flesh slapping against each other as Mary's own wetness and the cum already spilled worked its way to her upper thighs. Mary still hadn't peaked by the time the man came, pumping deep inside her. It was the fifth man who finally drove her over the top, a place where very few woman reach, she felt numb and a strange relaxation came over her, she lay in this state as the sixth and seventh men fucked her. By the eight man she began to build up again, each stroke now began to sound like a suction pump due to the amount of cum and her own wetness, this gave Mary new sensations, again a massive shiver went through her body. By the time the tenth man shuddered through his ejaculation Mary hadn't reached her second peak. Mary lay faced down panting, her face flushed her legs felt weak and a warmth encompassed her body. She thought about John, she had betrayed him; she was a slut, a whore. A great sadness came over her and tears began to well in her eyes. The senior guard beckoned to John that it was his turn; John approached and dropped his pants, grabbing her arse cheeks he spread them wide, a finger worked some of the cum around the anus and then started to work it's way in. Mary's eyes shot open, this was something that she had never bargained on, the idea repulsed her yet curiosity drove her on, she turned her head to see who it was, relief as well as disappointment came over her, John was no better than she. John worked his cock into her, she was extremely tight and if it wasn't for his all consuming erection he wouldn't have been able to do it, yet with steady pressure and the lubrication of all the cum, his cock gradually sank in. It hurt Mary at first, yet the pain was good and it wasn't long before she was groaning lustfully to the new sensations. John came, injecting his semen into her bowel. One of the guards grabbed Mary's hair and pulled her upright the hem of her dress fell back into place and cum gushed out of her, she glanced down at the large pool of cum on the floor, using the inside of the dress she wiped her thighs and pussy, and carefully stepped away from the pool. They stood and waited until a prison smock was brought, it was given to John, and he silently stripped and put the smock on. Mary stood and watched clasping the front of her dress together, her broken bra hanging from her shoulders. Finally the entourage left, walking down corridors, going through numerous iron gates, nobody seemed to be around. They arrived at a closed door, the door was opened and they entered one by one, Mary was the last to enter. It was a large dining room, seated at bench like tables were approximately a hundred men. The clink of cutlery stopped and they all looked up, every eye focused on Mary, most of them hadn't seen a woman in years, all were here because of their sexual perversions and scant regard for women. The first guard who had raped her took her by the arm and led her to the center of the room, he left her there and walked back to his colleagues and John, Mary watched him retrace his steps, hands grabbed the bottom of her dress and yanked down, the dress landed in a pool at her feet, the broken bra was dragged off her by another pair of hands, she stood naked in front of all of these men. Lustful groans resounded from different parts of the room as they drank up her naked beauty. Mary felt frightened, apprehensive, excited, she knew that she was heading into unknown territory, would she survive, would she ever be the same again if she did, she knew that it was the moment that counted, her loins stirred, natural lubricants working up, her nipples shot out, painfully erect. The table to the left of her was cleared with metal plates, cups and cutlery crashing to the floor. She was lifted and placed on the table face up, her arse at the edge. Her legs were pulled wide her pussy lips opened, glistening in the canteen light inviting all to fuck it, abuse it. Two heads latched to each breast sucking and chewing, a cock entered her forcefully and began to piston in and out, coming after a few strokes. The next cock took its place, years of not having experienced a woman brought each man quickly to a powerful orgasm. The men latched to her tits were pulled off to let others have a go, the mouths like suction pumps almost lifted her from the table before parting from the nipple, coning the breasts. Hands were everywhere feeling, pinching, probing. There were fingers buried in her arse as cocks fucked her pussy. The sensations were to much for Mary. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body leaving her breathless and worn out. Her pussy became cavernous filled with cum, due to the looseness men were taking longer to cum some men lasting for all of thirty seconds. Finally she was turned over, so that she was face down, this gave respite to her breasts which ached from all the attention, it also gave a new sensation to her pussy. The orgasms continued, increasing in intensity. Finally she passed out unable to cope with the immense feeling that her body was been subjected to. Some thirty men fucked her whilst she was in a comatose state. She finally came around and it wasn't long before another orgasm spasmed through her body. The men finally moved from her pussy, as it was too loose and started to use her arse, the men who were a lot bigger than John brought a new sensation of pain and ecstasy to Mary. Finally the ordeal ended, each man having had a go. Mary lay on her back sated in a pool of cum; her legs splayed wide, her pussy gaping, her breasts bruised, her nipples protruded obscenely, her clit, swollen red and rigid. She looked up at the ceiling her mind blank, exhausted. She heard the bark of guards, hands grabbed her arms and pulled her from the table, she was dragged out of the canteen her legs dangled behind her refusing to work, she didn't care, she was to exhausted to care. She passed out from exhaustion before she reached her destination. Mary woke and looked about her, the late afternoon sun streamed through bars on a window. She was in a cell naked, the heavy iron door closed; she felt down between her legs, she was caked with dry cum. Her clit and nipples were no longer distended, her pussy bruised. She sighed, curled up and went back to sleep. A couple of hours later she awoke with a large black hand gently shaking her shoulder, she looked up into a guards face, he beckoned her to follow him, she stiffly got off the bed and followed the guard with a stiff gait. They arrived at an ablution area, the place was full of convicts, busy washing the dust and grime from there bodies which they had collected from a hard days work with hammers, picks and shovels. Mary was ushered to a shower, the hot water hitting her body, The shower felt really good and she started to wash the dried cum from her body. After she had cleaned herself she stood enjoying the feel of the hot water beating down on her shoulders and back, she looked around her, the men stood in the showers looking at her lustfully, all were lean and well built, the hard labour having paid dividends, all supported huge erections. The myth about the size of blacks penis seemed to bare fruit here. One of the prisoners could hold back no longer and approached Mary grabbing one of her breasts. The guards quickly brought him to his knees with a savage whipping, before dragging him from the room. Mary felt safe, she reveled in the power of her sexuality and began to provocatively wash herself many of the men couldn't contain themselves, wads of cum splattered on the floor as they ejaculated prematurely. After she had showered she was given a prison smock and told to put it on, she was escorted to the same canteen where the day before more than a hundred men had ravaged her, surely they weren't going to put her through that ordeal again, not soon, she was still hurting from the last ordeal. It wasn't to be; she was escorted to a table on her own where a meal of rump steak and salads awaited her, this was not the usual fair, the cooks had prepared the meal especially for her. After her meal she was taken back to her cell, which now had a small table with a mirror, some books and a variety of cosmetics. They obviously wanted her to look good, and she intended to oblige. She lay down on her bunk and began to read, it wasn't long before she was in a deep sleep, the book resting on her chest. The following morning she awoke, and after a ritual of a shower and breakfast she was allowed into the prison gardens where she would idle her time away reading. She was now kept away from all the prisoners, eating and showering at different times. Her body recovered completely from the assault on the first day. Each day new magazines and books would arrive in her cell, the literature became heavier as the days went by stories depicting women being tortured and raped. Mary was at first repulsed by it, however she gradually became infatuated. During the day she would secretly curse the authorities for not throwing her to the inmates, at nights she would masturbate, fantasizing about torture and gang rape, she imagined she was a prisoner of a savage marauding army, fucking her to death, cutting off her breasts and eating them in front of her. As time progressed Mary became more and more abusive towards everybody she saw, in an attempt to provoke an assault on her. The guards would simply smile and push her gently away. She became frustrated, the chief warden monitored her, watching at a distance, out of Mary's sight. One-morning two guards approached Mary in the garden, and by taking her arms escorted her into the main exercise yard. The entire prison was assembled; there were about five hundred inmates, and fifty guards. She saw John amongst them; he was the only white face amongst all the blacks. There were two poles stuck in the ground, they were approximately six feet apart and eight feet high. The prisoner who had grabbed Mary's tit that morning in the shower was brought out and stripped naked, his sweaty skin glistened in the sun, his massive cock hung pendulously between his legs. His hands were tied to straps connected to the top of the poles so that he stood in a "Y" position. The chief guard came out, with a whip in his hand, the whip unfurled and flashed out catching the prisoner on the back, the prisoner yelled in surprise and agony, The whip recoiled and snaked out again cutting the skin. Soon the prisoner hung senselessly in his bonds his back a bloody mess, Mary watched mesmerized. Eventually the lifeless body was cut down and two of the guards dragged it off to the infirmary. The warning was out to all inmates, "Don't mess with the authorities". Mary froze with fear and then for the first time struggled as if her life depended upon it as they dragged her kicking screaming and begging towards the two poles. They fastened her hands and her feet so that she was held in an "X" position. Her clothes were cut from her body leaving her naked to the eyes of the 500 plus men. Mary was sobbing as the whip master walked out in front of her. She watched as the whip snaked back and then rushed towards her. She screwed her eyes tight as the whip cracked in front of her. The fear had caused her body to be covered in a sheen of sweat. The whip went back and then rushed in again, this time exploding inches from her right nipple, again the recoil and like an adder struck forward, this time the tip was so close her nipple moved from the shock wave. The fear, combined with the anticipation caused her nipples to stiffen and protrude. The whip moved from nipple to nipple inching ever closer, Mary's fear was replaced by an air of anticipation, followed by a yearning for a kiss from the whip, her wish was granted, the tip catching the stiff nipple causing the breast to bounce wildly. The whip continued to move from breast to breast. The whipping action changed the whip now being driven under hand so that the tip snaked up just before it cracked, the first strike was inches from the vee of her legs, the second went between the parted lips of her pussy, striking her clit. Her clit like her nipples shot to erection, begging to be struck again. The whipping stopped, a groan of disappointment escaped her lips. They untied her, and held her spread eagled on the dirt exercise yard. A guard approached holding a jar, in the jar bees buzzed angrily about. He carefully put his hand in and extracted a bee by its wings. The bees abdomen thrust frantically trying to find its attacker, with a sadistic smile he brought the bee down to her nipple, Mary looked down and saw the sting lance its way into her nipple the abdomen pumping its venom into her, the pain seared into her and her nipple immediately began to swell. A second bee was brought to her other nipple. Mary dropped her head to the ground panting, her body was covered in sweat. Her eyes flew wide open when she felt fingers pulling back the hood of her clit, exposing the little bud. A loud moan escaped her lips as the sting struck her clit. The chief guard issued a command and a cheer went up from the 500 inmates, it wasn't long before a thong of inmates surrounded Mary. The first one climbed on her and stretched her vagina with a single thrust, the weight of his body on her breasts with their swollen nipples, and the pounding on her enlarged clit brought sensations to Mary that she never would have conceived, she orgasmed. He pumped his seed into her, and was immediately replaced by another, after each inmate had fucked her, they were ushered off to their cells, and thus the numbers slowly began to dwindle. It wasn't long before Mary was lying in a muddy bath of semen that had flowed from her cunt. Inmates became impatient, and Mary was flipped so she straddled a man who was in her cunt, a cock entered her arse, with her breasts now exposed her nipples were pinched and pulled. The sensations and orgasms were more than Mary could cope with and she passed out only to come around gain after many had used her. The periods where she lost consciousness would grow. After the first 100 had fucked her, they started to stuff her cunt with 2 cocks, as her cunt grew so did the muddy pool of cum. Mary would come around to a blinding orgasm and would immediately pass out again, her body would shiver and convulse whilst she was out, as if in orgasm. By the time that there were only a hundred men left, most thought that they were fucking a corpse, as the lifeless body was tossed from inmate to inmate, yet the heart was still beating in the still body. Finally the ordeal was over, Mary was left for dead unconscious in the mud, her cunt and arse gaping holes. Mary was unaware that she had been dragged off to the morgue, only to be discovered that she was still alive, they had cleaned her and put her in bed. Finally she came around, her eyes opened, she wasn't sure how long she had been lying there. She had an instant recollection of the exercise yard and her hand went to breasts, her nipples were still swollen and sore, she flushed and began to orgasm, one hand went to her clit, a gentle stroke of her finger across the swollen and sensitive bud intensified the orgasm. She was left alone to recover, as the days went by so her nipples and clit returned to normality and the bruising on her breasts and thighs lightened and finally disappeared. Her fantasies returned, they were more intense than ever, she was the sole victim of a marauding army, raped and abused, or the victim of cannibals, raped and then slowly cooked in a large pot, death always inevitable. Her frustrations started to creep back, she needed a really good fucking. One day four guards came into her cell, they lead her to the kitchen where she was stripped and laid on one of the metal tables. A large buxom black woman was there, it was the first women she had seen since the ordeal began. The women began to apply hot wax to the light blonde fluff that had started to appear at the junction of her thighs and armpits, within an hours all the hair on her body had been removed, other than the long blond locks on her head. She was marched to the showers where she was stood under a steaming hot shower and vigorously scrubbed all over, when she finally emerged from the shower her skin was pink, Mary felt exhausted. She was dried off and marched to an office where she had never been to before. Here she found a dressing table, mirror, makeup and hair brushes. On a hangars was a delicate plain blouse, so fine that when worn one could see a hint of nipples, a black knee length skirt, beautiful high healed black shoes, and a dainty pair of knickers. There was no bra, or stockings. The door was closed behind her, not a word was spoken. Mary sat down at the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror and reflected, the ordeal hadn't appeared to have had any adverse affect on her, in fact it had brought out a sexuality that hadn't been revealed before, a sexuality which caused men to pick women out from a crowd. Mary picked up a hairbrush and began to comb the moister from her hair. An hour later she opened the door, she looked quite stunning her hair held up by combs, her figure complimented by the expense and finely cut clothes. The guards smiled their satisfaction. She looked perfect. This time she was escorted through several doors and out into a courtyard where a car awaited her, the back door was opened, she got in and the car set off. After a short drive they arrived at what must have been a farmhouse, again the car door was opened and she was ushered into a large room, on one side there was a table lavished with an assortment of expensive finger foods. Comfortable chairs and tables were scattered through the room, giving the impression of an exclusive men's club. The room was filled with about 50 men all dressed in dinner suits; there was a mix of blacks and whites. The thing that struck Mary was the portliness of the men; in general they lacked the trim bodies that belonged to the inmates. The quite murmur in the room fell into silence when Mary entered. One man brought a glass of champagne to Mary, she smiled and took the glass and drank. The champagne went to her head and relaxed her. The men returned to their conversations leaving Mary on her own. Periodically one of the men would look up at her, she was obviously the center of the conversation for many of the groups. A large black man walked over to the table and removed a bottle of champagne from a chiller bucket, he walked over to Mary, taking the glass from her hand, and handing it to a man who had approached to watch. Casually he poured the entire contents of the icy water over the front of her blouse. The freezing water took Mary's breath away, the soaked wet material became completely see through and her nipples which had grown over the past weeks due to all the suckling pulling and pinching shot out a good half inch, turgid. The man unzipped his fly and clumsily pulled out a large semi erect cock, with his thumbs and index fingers, he took hold of her nipples and pulled her to her knees. Mary didn't need any encouragement or guidance, she took the semi erect cock in her mouth, as she worked on his cock with her mouth he worked on her nipples, tweaking and pulling. The cock became rigid, sweat formed on his brow and shudders of pleasure convulsed through his body, Mary used her hands to stop the man from her choking her, she reveled in the power she had and savoured every moment, enjoying the rampant aroma; the cock pulsed and warm semen shot into her mouth, Mary swallowed. The erection diminished, Mary rose to her feet, another glass of champagne was given to her and she chased the cum down with the champagne. A fat white man who was sat in a large comfortable chair, discussing his latest business scam beckoned for her to come over, Mary shuddered and strolled gracefully over, the shudder was not one revulsion but lust, she didn't car who or what abused or used her, she wanted it, she needed it. She stood next to the arm of the mans chair and without breaking his conversation his pudgy hand slid up the inside of her thighs, feeling the knicker clad crotch, he could feel the dampness seeping through the knickers at the junction of her thighs. His hand went up feeling the perfect globes of her arse; he started to work her knickers down ending up draped around her ankles. The man stood up, his attention now fully on Mary forcing her over the soft leather padding of the chairs arm. He gently lifted her dress to the waist revealing her buttocks. His hand came crashing down; the crack reverberated through the room. The blow took her by surprise and she cried out and stiffened, other blows followed the first, her arse became a bright red and a new heat, a new sensation swept through her. Every man in the room had become engrossed in this escapade and they had formed a semi-circle around her several deep. Most of the men were handling their crotches, erections obvious in the larger men. One large black man advanced on Mary the hiding stopped, he dropped his trousers revealing a large black knarled cock his large hands reached down grabbing the bright red arse cheeks pulling them apart to reveal and then open the lips of her wet pussy. The cocked plunged in going straight to the hilt, the angle of the man and Mary's position put pressure on her G spot. The man began to vigorously hump into her, coming with a shudder and a grunt. The next man grabbed the tail of Mary's blouse and used it as reins, pulling her back into him; the material pulled her breasts flat, irritating her hard nipples. The buttons strained, finally giving up and popping off yanking her tits apart, his cum added to the previous mans. The third man plunged in, he to grabbed the blouse eventually pulling it off her shoulders, he flung the blouse aside and grabbed her skirt instead, and the skirt was more resilient. Mary reached an orgasm as he came, the fourth and fifth men kept Mary riding the crest of her orgasm. As the sixth was about to mount her, the leader of the group stropped the process, there were raised and angry voices, followed by scuffles as some men felt that they were being denied there right to fuck her. Finally all were persuaded that there were better things in store, and Mary was pulled to her feet by her hair. The skirt fell back into place and cum ran down the inside of her thighs. The men looked at her with ugly lustful faces, her breasts crowned by darkened erect and protruding nipples, her hair now hanging down her back in golden disarray. She was taken by the each arm and marched outside, across a yard into a large barn. She was taken over to what can be best described as a modified saw horse. The top had a leather-padded bench. The skirt was stripped from her and she was made to straddle it lying forward, as if she was riding a motorbike at high speed, her arse and pussy stuck out of the back. There was a gap in the bench for her breasts to hang down; her ankles were securely strapped in place, so that her knees were forward. Automatic milking machines were attached to each breast, and the suction turned up. Mary could feel her nipples expanding and getting drawn down the hollow tube, the sensation was to much and she reached down to pull them off, all she succeeded in doing was elongating her tits, she resigned to it when the first cock was viscously thrust into her, a second cock sought her mouth which took with a passion. Mary used her hands to stop the man who was face fucking her from choking her, both men came, Mary swallowed the come before the next two took their place. After the seventh pair had fucked her and she was into the eight, she came. The orgasm would not subside, each new cock drove her to new heights, she thought that she was going to die from the intense experience, each time her body was touched, each time the pump drew on her breasts, each thrust into her vagina, she was convinced that her heart would explode from the intensity of it all. After the fifteenth pair her pussy as a large gaping wet hole, a large puddle of cum lay on the floor beneath her. The men turned to her arse and a fresh onslaught began, the pain soon turned to pleasure for Mary. The onslaught finally ended, Mary lay panting and she felt and looked like she had run a marathon. Her ankles were freed and the milk machine was turned off, she slid off the leather bench and stood on unsteady feet. Gazing down at her breasts her nipples were bigger than they had ever been, she attentively felt them with her fingers and another orgasm racked her body. She watched as another contraption was brought into the barn. This was an extremely sturdy yet fairly narrow table, the second part consisted of semi-circular shaped device which was covered with animal skin. Mary didn't even try and contemplate what they had in mind for her next. Two men approached her, one carrying a bottle of champagne which they offered to her, she drank greedily from the bottle, airs and graces long forgotten. They attached a cord to each nipple. The cords were yanked tightening the noose on each nipple. She was taken over to the new contraption and made to kneel. He calves and ankles were strapped near the edges of the table, she was made to lean forward so that she rested on her elbows, the chords hanging from her nipples were tied to eyes on the table, such that if she tried to lie forward her nipples would pull. The second part of the contraption was placed over her so that she felt as if she was in a tube. Mary heard scuffling and the braying of a beast, she looked down between her breasts and splayed legs to see the men battling with a donkey. "No this wasn't to be, it would surely kill her." The donkey mounted the contraption with a clutter of hooves, in fear Mary pulled herself forward, almost ripping her nipples off, she thrust back to relieve the pressure on her overly abused nipples to feel the massive cock hit her arse hole, "Not there" she thought and rolled her arse so that the bludgeon line up with her gaping vagina. The donkey thrust, pushing her forward stretching her nipples, she thrust back to relieve the pressure. The massive cock started to go in, the donkey thrust again, this time Mary had braced herself, the cock sank in further, reaching its full girth. The next thrust was easier and deeper it went. The depth and girth of the penetration was beyond her comprehension, everything was stretched to the limit. The humping began and Mary met each thrust with a counter thrust to stop her nipples being ripped from her body. Sweat poured from every pore. Finally the donkey brayed and shuddered pumping its seed into her. The cock rapidly shrunk and fell from her vagina followed by copious volumes of cum. The contraption was disassembled and Mary was removed, she was draped in a gown and taken back to the prison, for the next few days she was left alone to recover. One bright morning she was awoken early to find clothes on a chair next to the bed. She dressed in front of her audience of guards and was escorted outside. John was there sitting in the car and without saying a word she got in and they set off their hearts racing waiting to hear that it was another cruel hoax. Finally as the prison disappeared from view they relaxed. Mary didn't look at John, what would become of them? What had become of her? The end.
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