Marie's mistake - when fantasy turns to reality (Part 1)

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Marie woke with a start. She could see or hear nothing, it was totally dark and totally silent. What was it that woke her she wondered, then it started to come to her. The bed felt wrong, this wasn't her bed. There was a funny smell and the blankets felt rough, she decided to get up and try to find out where she was.
As she moved she felt the tug against her wrists and ankles and a tinkle of chain. She jerked her arms wildly and found they were secured by soft cuffs attached to lengths of chain, her ankles were bound likewise. For a few frantic, panicked minutes she thrashed around screaming until her throat was sore and her wrists hurt. Finally she flopped back hopelessly on the bed and tried to recall how she got here.
Last night she had been at a party, she had been very drunk she recalled and there was something else. There had been a man, someone she had chatted to often on online kink sites. She had told him of her fantasy of being kidnapped and held captive by a crazy sadist who tortured and tormented her over days or weeks and they had chatted endlessly over this scenario. But he took her seriously? Why? That wasn't her intention at all, sure she had made it sound that way often, how much she wished it could actually happen but that was just to spice up the chat and make it more interesting. Surely he knew that?
With a deep feeling of dread she realised no, he had taken her at her word and now here she was, still dressed it seemed in her party clothes from last night and chained to a bed in dark room. Her heart thumped in her chest so hard it was making her head hurt, the stuff they discussed was seriously nasty. Real torture, real pain and humiliation, long periods of imprisonment. She began to cry as the reality crushed in on her, she was his captive now, he would do those terrible things to her. She sobbed for hours until she fell asleep on the rough bed, sore and exhausted.

She woke again slowly opening her eyes, the room was brightly lit now. Her worst fears confirmed, there he stood smiling at her. Immediately she started to scream her protests at him but immediately realised that had been part of the game, she always protested against her capture so why would he take any notice now? He didn't. In fact he ignored her totally instead he pulled the ankle chains through their loops at the foot of her bed until her feet were spread to each corner and no slack remained. He then did the same with her wrist chains pulling them tight until her wrists were spread to to the top corners of the bed.
It was a large king size bed so in effect she was now spread eagled only able to wriggle around slightly. He watched her like this for a few minutes as she continued to protest and scream in futile rage. He then climbed onto the bed beside her and ran his hands over her starting at each foot and running up her things across her belly and over her tits. He did this several times then took a large knife from beside the bed and proceeded to cut her skirt from hem to waist up the centre then continued to slice her shirt the same way. He pulled the fabric apart on each side and admired the pale skin of her voluptuous body revealed to him.
Using the same knife he then split her panties at each hip and pulled the tattered pair from between her legs. She had gone quiet while he used the knife but now found her voice again, turning to face her he spoke for the first time, "I've heard enough of that!" he said simply and quickly forced the balled up panties into her mouth then ran a length of gaffer tape over them. She half gagged then tried to scream but only a muffled squawk came out. He turned his attention back to her freshly exposed cunt with its neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Marie never shaved or waxed totally but she liked to keep herself trimmed around the edges so she didn't get stray hairs outside her pantie line. As he shifted around on the bed to kneel between her spread legs she recalled all the horrible ideas they had discussed on what he would do with her most intimate girl parts. He turned around a few times retrieving things from a trolley he had positioned beside the bed and she strained to try and see what he was doing. He stood up and using a digital camera took several photos of her including quite a few close up between her legs. He then knelt down again and held up for her to see a large pair of linesmen's pliers. Panic struck, she remembered this!

To be continued...
 
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She shook her head violently, surely he wouldn't do that? But she felt the tug, he had gripped a bunch of her pubic hair with the pliers and was slowly pulling on them. They were high and to the right and already it hurt horribly, there was no quick snap like waxing he just pulled slowly on the bunch so the tension built until it felt like he was tearing her skin off. She screamed uselessly into her pantie gag as the bunch finally ripped free and he started another. And so it began, her fist taste of actual torture. He was relentless and kept going until she was hair free.
It took almost 2 hours of very slow terrible pain to clean her this way and in the end he smiled at her tear streaked, horrified face. As she continued to sob slowly he moved and stood over her head, his feet under each arm pit. He took his cock out of his army pants and started wanking it as he stared at her face, her eyes watched him back puffy and red. Soon he started to cum and she rolled her face to one side as the first spurts splattered her cheek. It seemed a lot of cum rained down her and she she felt it run into one ear and eye as she cowered from him. She kept her eyes closed a while and felt him move around the bed then heard the door shut. The light went off and she was in the dark once more, she could smell his cum strong in her nostrils and her cunt and mound still stung horribly from the crude dilapidating he had performed.
Marie was exhausted from the experience and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Part 3, Marie's captivity gets worse.
 
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This time she was roused by the smell of food cooking and sat up, the gag was gone, her chains had been relaxed and she could move around a little again.
There was a small meal and a bottle of water on the trolley beside the bed and a bedpan that she immediately used as she was busting to pee. After relieving herself she eyed the meal suspiciously then gobbled it down regardless as she was starving.
Afterwards she started to examine herself, she was still wearing the tattered remains of her shirt, her bra was still on but other than that she was naked. Her cunt throbbed and when she examined it there was clear bruising from her brutal treatment. Her face felt a little crusty and she realised it must be his dried cum and that was what had glued her eyelashes together also. She began to cry again as the helplessness of her situation took hold of her once more. She knew soon he would be back and another of the fantasy horrors they had chatted about would be inflicted on her.
An hour later she had cried herself out and decided to try another tactic, instead of screaming at him next time she would try and be calm and reason with him, explain how it is all a big mistake and that she didn't want it to happen in real life. But even as the thoughts formed in her head she knew that part of her was actually curious about what would come next. Just as when they had chatted about it online she started getting aroused at the thoughts. Cautiously she touched her tender cunt, detached from the terror of the event the soreness actually felt good. She let her fingers explore the whole patch that had been viciously plucked bare of hair and soon found she was rubbing her clit gently allowing her finger to dip into her wet folds below it.
What would he do next, would her unleash one of the terrible tortures he had described on her fleshy tits or would he again return to her now dripping cunt? Would he instead turn his attention to her ass or would it be some horribly humiliating task she would have to perform. She recalled how she had masturbated furiously after some of the chats erupting into huge orgasms after some of the cruellest torments had been the topic.
Her cunt was on fire now and she could feel an orgasm building deep inside, she threw her head back moaning loudly and began to furiously finger fuck herself. She flopped back on the bed eyes closed and worked herself closer and closer, for the first time relishing the stinging pain from her freshly plucked cunt as it added to her stimulation.
Suddenly her hands were jerked back as the chains retracted back to the loops at the corners of the bed. She let out a pained, "Noooo" as he secured her hands and then pulled the chains taught for her ankles too. During her intense concentration on pleasuring herself she hadn't noticed him enter the room again and she immediately jerked back to reality.
He just stood watching, she thought lots but said nothing. Finally he spoke, "Having fun?" he queried, she mumbled some nonsense but didn't say anything. He repeated his question more forcefully this time and she found her voice at last. "Well, yes but no you don't understand I didn't want this I always treated this stuff as fantasy I didn't actually want you to go through with it. Please believe me, let me go please!"
He smiled again, "Ah ok you didn't want this which is why when I came in I found you wanking yourself silly correct?" She blushed and stuttered, "Nnn no, but yes, I mean I didn't, it wasn't because of that, no you cant do this, you have to let me go."
During this he leans over her and starts to work a finger into her sopping wet cunt making her moan again. She shakes her head slowly, "Oh please make me cum then let me go, please." He says nothing but keeps fingering her with two fingers rubbing her clit with his thumb, "mmmmmm oh please, please...." she mumbles as he continues. As she begins to arch her back in anticipation of cumming but he stops, "Noooo, please keep going!" she pleads but he ignores her and instead attaches a wide strap fastened with velcro around the top of each thigh. To these he snaps cords that run over each side of the bed and as he tightens them her thighs are spread wider still and her cunt gapes open slightly. She stops pleading and watches him closely as he rolls a trolley to the bedside. He takes some swabs and dries her dripping cunt all over then cleans all around her labia with another swab soaked in alcohol. It stings her making her yelp, she is now fascinated and forgets her protests as he keeps working on her still super aroused cunt. He takes tweezers and carefully pulls one of her inner labia out, the feeling is more discomfort than pain. He drops a few drips of some liquid onto her outer labia and then pulls the inner one over it pressing it down firmly. When he lets go it is stuck tight and he repeats the same on the other side. She realises he has glued her inner cunt open and can feel with her wide spread thighs the cool waft of air against her innermost parts. He starts to finger fuck her again, this time it feels odd, the pulling tension adds to the effect. Within minutes she is oozing freely again and closing in on that elusive orgasm.
Again she lays back her head, eyes closed in anticipation as she feels it building ever closer. "Oh please, please sir this time let me cum, please!" she moans as her cunt makes rude squelching noise around his pistoning fingers. She is on the cusp, right on the verge about to let out that primal scream when suddenly and in one action he withdraws his fingers and strikes down hard with a thin leather belt directly into her gaping wide cunt. Searing red hot pain jolts through her every fibre as her clit and inner cunt take the direct hit. Soundlessly she mouths an "O", too in pain to draw breath. He continues to lash her with the belt striking again and again until her her cunt is swollen, puffy and red.
Her howling never ceases even after he finally stops, he gives her no reprieve though as he forces a huge vibrator into her and turns it on. A couple of straps hold it in place and he watches her tear streaked face again standing over her as he wanks himself off splattering her face with globs of thick cum. Satisfied he leaves the room, turns out the light and she is alone once more. It takes her a good half hour to stop sobbing, the huge vibrator stretching her open buzzes away noisily. Soon after she feels the effect of its buzz, her cunt is responding despite its savage beating. She feels confusion as her pain turns her on again and the long awaited orgasm approaches. This time there is nothing to stop it and it rolls over her like a electric wave causing her bound limbs to twitch and wriggle, it goes on longer than any orgasm she can recall until she is exhausted and spent. But the buzz continues, Marie had always been rather sensitive after orgasm anyway but after this one the buzz now felt like it was delivering electric shocks directly down her spine. Rapidly another orgasm builds but this is not the pleasant effect she is used to, she cums hard again but still it goes on. And on and on. For another hour she loses count of the orgasms until finally she passes out from total exhaustion. Another hour more passes before he returns, he relaxes her bindings again and removes the vibrator from her unconscious body replacing it with a larger butt plug that he straps in place. He also removes the last tatters of her clothes, the shirt and the bra then carefully attaches a small binder clip to each nipple and leaves her again. He closes the door leaving her in darkness and goes off to plan his next sequence of terror.

More to come, maybe...
 

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Marie sleeps on for many hours and then restlessly stirs, half dreaming half waking. In her dream she is reliving a scene from one of her fantasies, and as she rouses her hand moves to rub herself only to find her cunt stuffed full with a large plug. This jolts her awake with a shock, the recent event all come flooding back to her.
It is again totally dark but she begins to explore herself with her hands, her nipples feel numbly painful and as she explores she discovers the binder clips he had attached many hours before. She quickly unclips the right one only to be hit by savage, blinding pain as the blood rushes back into the long trapped nipple. She lets out a howl at the sudden pain and then is hit with a dilemma, the other nipple is still clamped and hurts but she knows now how bad the pain will be if she takes it off.
She delays a while and then the lights come on. Blinded by the sudden brightness she blinks hard and squints to try and look around. It is several minutes before she can see anything but the room remains bare apart from the trolley beside the bed with a sandwich and some more water. She surveys the room again, its bare brick walls with a large mirror at one end that she immediately suspects is a one way window. A single door is behind the head of the bed which is placed in the middle of the room. The bare concrete floor is stained in many places and overhead many hooks, loops and pulleys are attached to the ceiling. When nothing happens for while a Marie starts to examine the plug filling her cunt, she is busting to pee again and her bowels are full also so the extra pressure is intense. It is secured in place with nothing more than a nylon harness with velcro straps, she rips the straps off quickly and then proceeds to work on getting the butt plug out of her. This is harder than she first thought, it is very large and the neck much narrower than the bulbous head and her cunt is very sore and red from the beating with the belt. Eventually after much pain and effort she manages to expel the huge intruder leaving her hole gaping slightly.
She examines her labia carefully, her inner lips still glued firmly to her outer looking very unnatural and there are a lot of dark bruises all over. Despite this her cunt is tingling and she feels wetness oozing slowly from her. Her attention then returns to the other trapped nipple, the pain in the right one has subsided considerably so gingerly she removes the left clip. Again the agonising pain hits her as blood flows into the crushed nipple and she cries out then bites her lip to silence herself. The agony in her nipples and the condition of her cunt had distracted her from her toilet needs but soon she is forced to take care of them.
The bedpan is on the floor beside the bed, her chains are just long enough to allow her to get off the bed and squat over it. It is very awkward though and her piss splashes onto the floor and pools around her feet. Reluctantly she also shits in the pan too. She is quite constipated from holding on so long and the turds splash more piss out as they plop loudly into the pan. She looks around for something to wipe herself with and finds the remains of her shirt on the bed. She feels disgusted and humiliated at having to toilet herself this way and after carefully pushing the pan away as far as possible flops back on the bed in tears.
This is the reality of captivity, she had never considered it like this before. All dignity gone, tethered to a bed like an animal and tortured by a deviant sadist. But that was what she had said she wanted, what she said she needed, what got her off.
She looks up glumly at the tray with the sandwich and despite the stink from her bedpan moved to pick it up. She eats unhappily and empties the water bottle. Time passes, she is not sure how long but it is several hours, no way for her to tell. Any minute she expects he will enter the room again and another of the horrible tortures they discussed will be unleashed on her. What will be next? Images run through her head, what she imagined in their chats, what they discussed, some of those things were truly horrific. What had happened so far she remembered were really at the mild end of the scale.
She returns her attention to her cunt, sitting legs spread wide on the bed she examines how her inner lips have been glued outwards. She pulls gently but they are stuck tight, superglue she imagines, they had discussed using it many times in various ways. No way to get that off without ripping the skin! She realises she is getting wet, fiddling with her cunt is actually turning her on again, on an impulse she turns to face the mirror wall and begins to finger herself. She watches herself in the mirror well aware he is either watching or videoing her at the same time, it feels good and she hopes he will see her performance and come in again. With a jolt it hits her, she is missing his attention!!!
Time drags on and she cums after a while then collapses back on the bed. Half an hour later she lays with her legs spread still facing the mirror and masturbates again, she loves how weird her cunt feels, how it hurts all over and how that heightens her pleasure. She cums again then naps for a while. When she wakes again the room smells different, a new trolley of food and drink are beside the bed and when she searches she finds the bedpan gone replaced by a small camp toilet. Suspiciously she checks the rest of the room, no signs of any other activity that she can see. She stares into the mirror at her dishevelled reflection, hair wildly tousled, face smeared and stained with ruined makeup. "Hey! Where are you? Why don't you come back? What are you waiting for?" she screams over and over until she is hoarse but there is no response.
More time passes and she eats the food, drinks the water and uses the camp toilet thankful for the small mercy of having a lid to close afterwards. Again she sits staring into the mirror, she smells awful from sweat, the dried cum all over her face and piss on her feet. Bored she lays back on the bed and feels her bizarrely glued open cunt lips again, running her fingers around them and eventually masturbating yet again until she falls asleep.
When she wakes it is dark so she sits and waits but nothing happens and eventually she nods off. There is a loud bang that wakes her, the lights are on again and he is standing at the foot of the bed already tensioning the chains that pull her feet to the far corners of the bed. She is actually relieved briefly to see him again and does not resist as he tightens her wrist chains at the top of the bed.
He has the trolley beside the bed with 3 large jars on it as well as a few other items she cant quite see. Something is buzzing noisily inside the jars and once again she has a horrible recollection of a torture like this. "OH god no!" she exclaims as he holds up confirmation of her worst fears, a wire cage object shaped like a large dildo. She continues to scream her protest as he slides the wire dildo deep inside her and secures it with straps. He holds a small mirror positions so she can see deep inside her cunt held open by the cage.
The reddy pink folds of her cunt walls bulge through between the rods of the cage, the sight of this has her fascinated which silences her for a moment. Then he returns to the jars and picks up the first holding it closer to her face, she can now see for certain that it contains dozens of angry wasps buzzing around inside. He places it beside her on the bed and takes a ring of thick double sided tape from the trolley, the ring is the same size as the jar and he sticks it to her left tit neatly around the nipple then removes the backing. He then takes the wasp jar and in a quick motion flicks off the lid and presses it down over her left tit onto the ring of tape. The jar sticks tight and the wasps immediately begin to attack the expose tit and nipple. She howls in pain as they sting her but already he is dong the same to her right tit and it too feels the vicious stings of the angry wasps. The pain is awful but she knows worse is to come as he keeps working this time with a more complex attachment to cover her cunt.
This was one of her favourite fantasies, when he had described this she had complimented him copiously on his ingenuity and now she would soon know it in reality.
Despite the agony going on as her tits began to grow red welts from the continuous stings she can feel the pressure as he attaches the jar to her cunt, feels the flutter of tiny wings deep inside her cunt and then BANG. The stings inside her cunt begin, her thrashing around continually shakes the jars ensuring the wasps remain active. The pain is overwhelming, like red hot needles being jammed into her, sting upon sting, it gets worse and worse as the already stung and swollen parts get stung again and again. Through her screams and tears she sees he stands over her head yet again, stroking his cock with a huge grin on his face. As his cum begins to fall on her she makes no move to dodge, it mingles with her tears, falls in her open mouth and runs across her brow. She blinks as the relentless torture goes on and when she looks up again he is gone. But the wasps keep stinging, on and on until finally she passes out.
When she wakes the jars are gone but she is still bound tight and can feel the cage dildo is still inside her. Mercifully the pain of the stings has all but faded but glancing down at her tits the many huge red welts are testimony to what happened. She hears the door open and a trolley rolling over the concrete floor, "Oh god what next?" she thinks as he moves into sight beside the bed.
 

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She doesn't have long to wait.
He is wearing surgical gloves and has a large bottle of rubbing alcohol in one hand, in the other he holds a wad of gauze swabs. He pours a little of the alcohol onto the swabs and wipes all over her sting welted tits renewing the stinging as he goes. "Don't want you to get infected." He explains dispassionately. He is very rough as he wipes them, squeezing and crushing them in his large, strong hands until he is satisfied they have had enough.
He then moves on to her cunt rubbing vigorously around her outer parts but leaving the dildo cage in place. He moves between her legs on the bed and holds the small mirror he had used earlier to show her the view. She is horrified, her entire insides are now an angry red. Bulges swell huge between the rods of the cage so far that the opening that was wide is narrowed considerably.
Satisfied she has understood what this means he undoes the straps holding the cage and slowly starts to withdraw it. The first slight movement brings more searing pain as the huge cage drags past the swollen flesh. He takes his time making her cry in agony as he does until at last it falls free.
But her torment isn't over, he stands and drops his pants. His erect cock stands out and she has the sudden realisation that he is going to fuck her! Indeed he drops to his knees then positions the head of his cock at her puffy hole and rams it home with one savage thrust.
Her head flings back as the agony returns double, he looms over her grinning evilly at the sight of her face in such torment. Again and again he withdraws completely only to ram his cock to the hilt. He drinks up her screams, her anguish and pain and it seems to make each thrust more brutal than the last until he finally withdraws one last time and shoots a jet of cum that paints her from pubic bone to between her tits.
After a few moments he stands and leaves the room, Marie is panting and confused as she realises she was close to cumming herself. She still feels the tingle and knows that the right touch would send her over the edge, but that is not going to be. He is gone and she is still bound tightly, another orgasm is denied.

It is the beginning of a long period of isolation for Marie, days go by but she has no way of counting how many. No clocks are in the room and the periods of dark and light are artificially controlled by him. Food and water arrive while she is asleep and she uses the camp toilet reluctantly. She is still shackled to the bed on long chains from each wrist and ankle. They allow her to get off the bed to stand and walk a few feet but no more. She stinks from sweat and piss and cum and feels wretched and scared most of the time.
She continues to play with her glued open cunt and often fingers herself to orgasm without interference. Occasionally there is a dildo or vibrator left on the bed when she wakes and she takes full advantage of these when they are there. She screams at the mirror wall from time to time to no avail and sleeps when it is dark.

Then one day there is a change, when she wakes there is large wooden crate in the room beside the bed. Instantly alert she inspects it as best she can but it is screwed closed with large bolts so all she can glean is that it is made from rough sawn timber slats. For several hours nothing happens so she eats her food and uses the toilet as has become her norm.
When he enters the room she finds she is unable to speak at first, so used to being alone she stumbles to find something to say. She is meek now and asks quietly what is going to happen next. He ignores her, instead he starts to unbolt the crate revealing a series of beams and poles inside. Along the centre of the base runs a inverted "V" of plywood that finishes in a sharp edge along the top. The internal frame is made of metal poles with many loops and hooks bolted to them. After making a few adjustments he detaches the chains from the loops at the ends of her bed and leads her to the crate making her stand astride the "V". Perplexed by the contraption and curious she doesn't resist although she knows this must be another of his tortures she will be forced to endure. With gentle pressure to one shoulder he tells her to kneel, as she lowers herself it becomes obvious her cunt will contact the sharp edge of the "V" boards before her knees touch the bottom of the crate. With her hands to steady herself she protests and starts to lift away but he forces her down harder until she slips crunching down hard on the sharp edge.
She has not landed squarely and the timber edge is digging in painfully to one side of her cunt making her yelp. To ensure she cannot get up he lifts the ankle chains into loops on the metal frame so her feet are raised up almost touching her ass. With considerable effort she is managing to hold herself up a little using her arms but he soon removes that pulling her wrist chains back behind her and securing them to other loops on the frame. Unsteady she teeters forward on to a bar that crosses her ribs just below her tits and he fixes her to this with a broad strap around her back so her head is thrust forward and she is stabilised in this horrible position with most of her weight resting directly on the sharp timber edge. She finds that by clamping her thighs together she can relieve the pressures to a degree but the effort is huge and she cannot sustain it for long. To her horror she realises that this manoeuvre has also centred her cunt over the "V" so that as she slides down again fully the edge now rests neatly between her parted cunt lips.
Meantime he has positioned a second bar above her tits and is pressing it down firmly crushing her tits so that they bulge forward. With a few final adjustments he locks this bar in place, by now she is screaming in pain from both the wedge in her cunt and the intense pressure of the bars on her tits. Satisfied he lifts the sides of the crate into place leaving only the panel in front of her and the top open. Her screams continue even as he fits a dental gag into her mouth, this metal device holds her jaws wide and her screams become muffled and indistinct. Finally he fits a plug inside this silencing her at last.
He secures the top and then as he lifts the front panel up to fully enclose her inside the crate he bends down to speak. "You're going on little trip honey." he says, "hope you're nice and comfy in there!" and with that darkness as the final panel is screwed into place. Soon there is bumping as he lifts the crate onto a trolley and wheels out of the room. Each bump jolts through her cunt and tits as she is rolled along for a while. More bumping and she hears the sound of a slamming vehicle door, an engine starts and she feels motion as they drive off. Her heart is pounding like a drum as she wonders what horrors are coming at the end of the drive.
 

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It is an awful, agonising drive for Marie as she long ago gave up trying to lift herself up off the sharp wooden edge and so was feeling every ripple or bump in the road jarring through her pubic bone.
Finally the van stops and she hears the door open the the rough jarring as the crate is lowered to the ground. She is blinded by bright daylight as he unscrews the panels of the crate and she feels a light breeze and knows instantly she is outdoors. She blinks her eyes rapidly and can see she is surrounded by at lest a dozen men all wearing masks or hoods.
He is there also, he moves forward and pulls her head backward using the strap from the dental gag. He ties this to the framework behind her holding her face pointing upwards to the sky and removes the plug from her mouth. She gasps and gurgles for help but the dental gag makes her words unintelligible.
The men close in and start to fondle and pinch her clamped tits, she can feel more hands exploring her ass also. After a few minutes the fondling turns to slaps and then to the sting of a cane. The men are taking turns now, each one gets 10 strokes with the thin cane beating her bulging tits and through her continuous screams she hears the men laughing at her plight. While the beating continues one of the men appears above her, his cock out he forces it into her wide spread mouth and down her throat making her gag and choke. He rapes her face for a while but is soon replaced by a different man who proceeds to do the same.
The beating and mouth rape go on, sometimes the men cum in her throat or over her face as they withdraw, some deliberately choke her by forcing their cocks deep into her throat. She is overwhelmed by the brutality of the attacks, her tits marked with welt upon welt to the point they are a red, swollen mess.
At some time during this he has placed a small but powerful vibrator against her clit and now she begins to feel its tingling drive through her tortured body. As the last of the men deposits his cum on her gurgling, cum plastered face her body begins to spasm and shake. A huge orgasm is building in her, the men look on as this ruined, tortured creature gives in to its bodies wanton desires and her moans turn from those of pain to those of pleasure. Her moans grow louder and louder and the orgasm rips her body from her toes to the top of her scalp. Her fingers tingle, her face flushed red and she feels her dripping cunt rasping hard against the hard wooden edge it rests on. After many minutes her moans finally subside and she slips into unconsciousness.


She wakes untethered on the bare ground, leaves and grass are stuck to her and flies buzz around her smelly body. She moves cautiously, everything hurts but she realises with a jolt she is no longer shackled and climbs unsteadily to her feet. The cruel crate she had been transported in stands ominously some distance away, she looks all around but there is no sign of any of the men or of Him. She walks unsteadily around the clearing in the woods and notices a track, a little way along is her car.
Overwhelmed she runs towards it tripping several times on roots and twigs in her wobbly state. The car is open, keys inside and a note on the seat.
It reads simply, "Go home if you've had enough or return to the crate and wait until 6pm when you will be collected." She jumps in the car tossing the note aside, glancing at the clock she sees it is about 5:15. As she starts the car she sees herself in the rear view mirror, her cum crusted, tear streaked face looks back.
She sits transfixed staring at herself, that exact image of her most extreme fantasies captured in a tiny frame of glass. She feels the tingles and stings renewed over her whole body and absently strokes her tits with one hand. She looks down at the note on the floor then back at herself in the mirror and turns the key to off.
As the car engine noise dies away she knows her fate is sealed, she climbs slowly back out of the car and treads her way back to the clearing...
 
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Love the story specially the part with the V crate.
 

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