Part 1

 

‘Fucking men’ I was thinking. ‘Why do they always treat me like shit?’ The thought lingered in my head. As I walked along the street, it was all I could think of. I had fallen in love but the guy dumped me. It was months ago, but it still hurt.

 

‘Anyway’ I thought, ‘I’m 22, pretty and have got more time to meet the right guy’ I tried to think positively. This thought was pushed away because my high heeled knee length boots were killing my feet.

 

It was Christmas. I had met some friends in town for a drink but, feeling down, I decided to leave early for a taxi. Of course the taxi queue was over an hour long and I didn’t want to wait, so I thought ‘fuck it’ and walked in the direction of my house with a plan to flag a black cab down. It started to rain. ‘Fucking great’ I said out loud.

 

I didn’t even notice the van. I was walking quickly, with my head down to avoid the rain in my eyes. As I got nearer to it, a man appeared from around the front of it and said hello. Being quite pretty and used to male attention, I looked at him but ignored his gesture. Also feeling quite opposed to men right now, I wanted that look to hurt him. When I tried to walk around him he stepped out in front of me. I was pissed off now.

 

‘Aw that’s not nice now is it lady?’ as I opened my mouth the give him a snide remark of some sort (most likely ‘please fuck yourself’) I was grabbed from behind, an arm around my neck and pulled into the back of the van. It all happened very quickly. The doors shut and the engine started at the same time as I was thrown into the corner, banging my head on the side ‘Fuck!’ I said.

 

‘Don’t swear darlin?’ I looked up to see two men, all muscles and shaved heads. I instantly lost control and realised this situation wasn’t looking good for me. Panic set in as I looked at the calm and smirking look on their faces.

 

‘Please let me go, I don’t need this! Please oh god please’ I begged, only to be met with the same smirk from both of them. I sat with my legs tucked under me in the corner of the van, my short skirt wouldn’t last long on me with these two.

 

And I wasn’t wrong. They didn’t really give me much time to think, but I knew they weren’t going to have me easily. I got up and ran to the van doors. I guess my plan was to jump out while it was still moving, the pain of that might be less than it would be in the company of these strangers. I was right again. Before I got anywhere near the doors, a hand caught me around the neck and pinned me up against the side of the van. I instinctively brought my hands up to loosen his grip, but it only tightened even more. As he choked me, I kicked out with my legs, tried to scream, struggled like hell…. But he wasn’t letting go. I thought I was dead. I gave in, I never realised how much I had enjoyed breathing before this moment. Everything faded away to black.

 

What felt like seconds later, I began to come round. I had actually been unconscious for around 3 minutes. The feeling of coming back from that is indescribable. At first I imagined I was in bed at home, but the first indication something was wrong was that my pillow was hard…. And I could taste blood in my mouth. As i moved, I felt my wrists encircled with metal. Handcuffs. As the harsh reality hit me, I opened my mouth to scream, and as I did so, material was forced into my mouth, muffling the scream. One of the guys came into view as I lay on my back in the moving vehicle. ‘Shhhh babe’ He said as he wrapped half a roll of duct tape around my mouth and the back of my head, securing the rag in my mouth.

 

My hands were handcuffed above my head to something attached to the van. Even I could see how my tits were jiggling about with the movement of the van. I was breathing heavily and whimpering by this point. My situation was deadly serious. Tears fell from my eyes down the side of my face. I shut my eyes, making the tears fall quicker. I kept them shut as I felt a hand firmly against my tits, finding my nipple and squeezing it, twisting it…. I screamed into the gag as he squeezed and pushed them so hard, this way and that. My whole body squirmed as his hand moved away from my tits, onto my stomach, below my navel….. I crossed my legs. The other guy put his hand around my neck as a warning. When I didn’t open my legs for his mate, he squeezed, taking control of my breath again. It didn’t take me long to open my legs, but he hadn’t had enough choking yet, and I realised I should have obeyed in the first place. By then it was too late, I was thrashing around, scraping my body against the cold hard van floor but I never felt it. I wanted to breath. Again came the point where I couldn’t fight anymore, and I gave in, letting the darkness take me.

 

When I came round, I felt a severe pain on my left breast. One of the men had sunk his teeth into it and wasn’t letting go. It was agony! He saw I was awake, and carried on where he left off. I didn’t want to be choked again, so I didn’t shut my legs. They were going to get what they wanted anyway. If I had have known what was coming next, I would have preferred sweet unconsciousness to this. His fingers slid inside my panties. Regardless of fear, I was wet.

 

His first finger slid inside easily, second went in fine too. As he tried his third, I went to close my legs, but the hand around my throat applied more pressure as a warning. He suddenly withdrew his fingers to pull my knickers down. Happy that they were out of the way, he quickly went for the kill, pushing his hand up inside me. Obviously they didn’t want to fit, but it wasn’t going to stop him. The pain and stretching was causing me to thrash about, forgetting I had to keep my legs open for him, the hand once again cut my air off, letting a little through so I could be conscious throughout the brutal fisting.

 

What I thought was his fist, was actually just all his fingers and the tip of his thumb, he hadn’t even started. He got stuck where the thumb knuckle is, but I think he expected this. As he began pushing his whole hand inside me, I was growling into the gag, the pain got so bad, and the force of him pushing was sliding my whole body upwards, but not far, the other mans hand round my neck was stopping me. With one hand on my neck, the other was now roughly sqeezing my tits, but I hardly noticed. All I could feel was the other bloke, now getting quite fustraited at the fact I wasn’t letting his whole hand in. He decided to try a new tactic, withdrew all his fingers and then began to repeatedly slam them into me, uncaring of any damage he was doing. I was slowly going into shock, I could hardly breath I was in so much pain. Soon he was back with the pushing, only this time twisting his hand from side to side and pushing at the same time. What felt like a lifetime passed before it finally went all the way in. It was a relief because at least the pain had stopped. This was short lived.

 

‘Hah bitch, your gonna love this bit.’ He pulled his hand out, and slammed it straight back in, in, out, in, out, I couldn’t even scream anymore, I just sqeezed my eyes shut and prayed for him to finish. When I opened my eyes, he with drew his hand from my stretched cunt, showing me how it wasn’t yet a fist, just his hand. And then he curled his fingers around his thumb, and proceeded to show me how a fisting really is. Only he was punching me, with force, over and over and over with no sympathy. I was dizzy with agony, shock and terror at my situation.

 

He finally stopped, for now at least. He laughed as he showed me the blood on his hand where I had torn. I couldn’t actually feel it, all I could feel was the relief of him leaving me alone. I lay on the cold van floor, already exhausted and I knew my ordeal had just begun. While I was left alone, I curled my legs up to my chest, laying over on my side, I could feel my wrists against the handcuffs were already badly bruised from the amount of struggling I had done.

 

I felt a hard kick in my back. ‘Lay on your fucking back’ I looked into his eyes, he was evil. As I uncurled myself, I received an even harder kick to my stomach, making me curl up again as the wind was knocked out of me. The reflex action curl resulted in another kick… and so began the ruthless kicking. Both men stood over me kicking, and soon punching. Tears fell down my face as I shook my head over and over, trying to say no, but the gag prevented that. I don’t know how long it went on for, because after passing out for the third time, I woke up to find they had stopped and were out of breath. I lay on the floor, beaten and bloody with tears streaming down my face, softly whimpering.

 

‘Shut the fuck up’ The two men were now sat at the other end of the van to where I lay. Hands still up above my head. All I could hear was the engine noise and the sounds my boots made on the hard floor whenever I moved. When one of the men stood up and took a picture, it made me cry even harder. I didn’t want to die.

 

They left me alone for the rest of that journey. I thought it was never going to stop. But when it did, I had a moment of joy thinking that they might be letting me go! But when the doors were opened, I lifted my head to see the van was in a big garage. Horror filled my heart. The two men I had already been acquainted with got out, and I heard another door slam, as the driver came round to asses their catch. They must have been quite proud of themselves. I had men falling at my feet most of the time and I knew I was pretty. Tall, long legs, with mid length hair, people would call me stunning. That wasn’t a gift right now.

 

The driver told the two men to get me out of the van and ‘put her on the wall’ (‘like a picture?’ I thought) the handcuffs were unclipped from the top of the van but not from around my wrists, and I was dragged out by my hair. My legs couldn’t stand me up so I was quite literally dragged. Every part of me hurt like hell. I hung onto the mans hands who held my hair as he dragged me across the stone floor, kicking and struggling against him all the way, I wasn’t out of fight just yet. He stood me up, and pinned me against the wall with my neck, cutting off all my air. My bound wrists fought against his hands and lost. The other bloke came towards us with, with a ‘C’ shaped piece of iron, with the ends flattened. It looked like a handle that had not yet been attached to a door, only a lot thicker. The grip was released from around my neck and the iron collar put there instead, It was 2’ high, and so covered most of my neck, and also was too small, so pushed against my throat, not quite cutting my air off completely, but making my eyes bulge as it was pressed onto the wall. They used a drill to screw it onto the wall, making sure I was stood up straight before the drilling started. I was terrified. Were they going to leave me here like this?!

 

When the gag was removed, I found that it wasn’t as tight around my neck as it was when my mouth was opened. ‘If you scream, I’m going to cut off your clit. So please don’t’ Said the driver, calmly. This was the man that had said hello to me before being bundled into the van. As my handcuffed wrists were strung up above my head, I asked them; ‘why are you doing this to me?’ They all laughed and told me it was for fun. I started to lose it a little. ‘Please please let me go! I wont tell anyone about this, just please let me go’ I was crying, pleading. ‘Please, I’ll do anything’ There was more laughter ‘Yes well, we’ll see if you mean what you say first. You’re going to do anything weather you want to or not’

 

All of a sudden I felt a cold metal press against the side of my skull. ‘No screaming, no begging, no fucking noise! Unless we ask you a question, and if you don’t answer it, or say something one of use doesn’t like, we put a strike on that black board just over there on the wall.’ He lowered the gun from my head, moving it down my shaking body. I saw the blackboard. ‘One strike means that we can do anything we want to you.’ The driver went over to it. And put a little line in the top left corner. ‘That was for fucking ignoring my hello earlier tonight’ He then drew another. ‘That was for trying to make a run for it in the van, this one is for…..’ He carried on until there were at least ten little strikes. ‘What the lads did with you in the van is their little freebie, which means I haven’t had mine yet. But we have time for that’ I stood pinned to the wall bewildered. Eyes wide and shaking violently. The driver was early 40’s maybe older. Not particularly good-looking and slightly over weight. I got the impression he was in charge of the other two, who were younger, maybe early 30’s, but neither of them can’t have had much trouble getting woman as they were both attractive. I pushed that thought from my mind as I remembered the brutal violence I had experienced with them in the back of that van.

 

‘When you have stopped accumulating all your strikes, and I’ve got a feeling we are going to need more than one blackboard here, and when we have collected your debt, we will either kill you, or let you go. We haven’t decided which yet’ he said this smiling. I started to cry again. ‘Now tears wont get you too far here, because we all love them, you silly cunt’ He said gently, which made me cry even harder. ‘Now STOP FUCKING CRYING!’ He roared, and then laughed, knowing I wouldn’t. He added another strike on the board.

 

He came towards me with the gun and pressed it hard into my stomach. My back was against the wall so I could only squirm uncomfortably. I wondered if it was loaded. As if he read my mind, he brought the gun up to my face, and showed me that it was loaded. He also showed me the safety was off. Jabbing it sharply back into my stomach, he came up close to me. I could feel the heat off his sweating body, and his face was so close to mine I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I shut my eyes, not knowing what was going to happen next. He left a pause before he spoke, long enough for me to hear the chains my hands were attached to clang together as I tried to take some pressure off my wrists. ‘You’re going to answer me clearly, and fully, with no bullshit babble, and nothing but the answer to the questions I give you. I can easily go back out on the street and pick up another fucking cunt like you, so if I kill you now, its no great loss’ I nodded my head, causing the tears to drop off my face faster and onto my breasts. My low cut top was ripped and dirty from the kicking I received in the van. Being left alone for a while, I could feel how swollen up my cunt was, throbbing and aching, it helped if I didn’t move my legs, but my high heeled boots were killing my feet after wearing them all night.

 

As more tears fell onto my tits, the driver watched them trickle down my face and rest on them, before running into the cloth of my top. I cringed as he used his tongue to lick them off. ‘Mmmm’ he said. He increased the pressure of the gun. ‘What’s you’re name?’ I wondered if I should tell him my real name, but then decided that there was really no point in giving false information. Before I got chance to answer, the back of his hand struck my face with considerable force. ‘It’s Liz! ‘Liz, its Liz, fuck, fuck! I sobbed’ Crying uncontrollably now, I watched as he added one (not answering instantly) two (not answering in the correct fashion) three (swearing) four (hurting the back of his hand with my face) It was then I realised that I was going to be here for a very long time.

 

He came back towards me, this time pressing the gun just above my cunt. It hurt. ‘How old are you?’ I answered immediately. ’22.’ My voice was squeaky due to the iron collar pressing into my throat. The driver grinned. ‘Good girl, you’re learning already’ I noticed the other two sat on an old sofa smoking cigarettes. God I would kill for a smoke right now, I thought. He moved the loaded gun further down still, then decided it was time to remove my skirt. He tugged it down, exposing my bottom half completely. Using the gun he pushed it into my clit, and began rubbing it with the cold steel of the gun. I instinctively tensed my thighs together, which cost me another strike on the board and a hard elbow to the stomach. I stood then with my feet slightly apart. I couldn’t move them any further other wise I would hang myself, they had known what they were doing when they made sure I was stood straight up before drilling the collar to the wall. He kicked my feet further apart anyway, the collar now digging into my chin, strangling me helpless and unable to speak. I had to use my arms to relieve some of the pressure by pulling myself up, this was tough on my wrists. It was a tricky situation. I started to panic a little and was allowed to bring my feet a little closer together. ‘Where were you going tonight?’ He asked, but before I could answer he kicked my feet sideways all together, hanging me until I could get back on my feet again. ‘Home’ I struggled to say as they all laughed at me.

 

They decided to tie my ankles apart using some cable ties and some strategically placed metal rings on the wall, just above the floor. I was totally stretched now, my arms above my head, neck shackled to the wall and feet as wide apart as my neck would allow. I could barely breath. The driver carried on rubbing my clit with his gun. I couldn’t even squirm, moving was painful. The collar was dug so far into my chin as my ankles forced the rest of me downwards, I couldn’t open my jaw, my teeth gritted together. ‘How many people have you had sex with?’ Shit I thought. I didn’t even know! I knew it was about 12, but decided on saying 6 to be on the safe side. As I couldn’t prise my teeth apart, and barely had any air in my lungs, ‘six’ came out as ‘eeeks’ They gave me another strike and the driver asked me again, I gave him the same answer, unable to do anything else. I whimpered at this whole situation. ‘Tut tut slag. I can sense a liar even when she cant fucking answer properly. Six strikes for the lie, and two for the pathetic effort you are making to make any sense.’

 

By this point I was massively uncomfortable and it was getting worse and worse. My wrists were swollen now and it was becoming unbearable. I couldn’t let the pressure off them unless they untied my ankles. To say that I gritted my teeth would be a bit silly, because I was already being forced to grit them together. The driver was now breathing heavily, and rubbing my clit harder and harder with the gun. Despite my situation I was soaking wet. His hand clutched onto my right breast, as he started to insert the gun up into my cunt, and then fuck me as hard as he could with it, banging the trigger into my clit over and over as the rest of it tore into my already damaged cunt. His face was right up to mine now as he licked my cheek, then latched on with his teeth, I was groaning so loud through the pain, but I couldn’t stop, and the tears kept on coming throughout. I couldn’t stop myself from coming. It just happened. I was distraught. My body betrayed me as I came so hard, and for those moments of bliss I didn’t feel any pain anywhere. I felt so humiliated. These three strangers had kidnapped me and made me come by fucking me with a loaded gun. When I had finished coming, all the pain I felt in my body returned, only felt ten times worse. And to make matters worse the driver carried on fucking me just as hard with the gun. ‘Don’t think I’m gonna stop now do ya?’ He continued to ram the gun inside me; my already swollen cunt was in an even worse state now. When he stopped, I didn’t know how to feel. The pain in my cunt was horrific, I was groaning in agony. I was glad he stopped though. He walked over to the blackboard and my heart sank. This time it was one for coming, one for being a whore in general, one for getting blood and cunt juice on his gun, and one for not saying thank you.

 

He placed his hand in-between my breasts and grabbed my top. With one movement it was torn clean off me, leaving me with just my bra and boots on. As you would expect, the bra didn’t last long. He didn’t play with my tits though; he grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the cable ties from around my ankles. I moved my feet back together and was finally able to breath a bit better and feel a lot more comfortable. I could feel how swollen I was in-between my legs. My inner labia had swollen up so much, they were actually bigger than the outer lips and pressing into the insides of my legs. I said thank you anyway, which got me yet another strike for speaking without being told to speak. I decided the strikes were pointless, as I was going to get them weather I followed the rules or not, it was a no win situation. It was still hard not to concentrate on them though, as they were the only form of hope I had of getting out of this situation.

 

‘How many men have you slept with Liz?’ He asked again. Now I could talk properly I decided to tell him the truth. ‘12’ I replied obediently. He proceeded to draw on twelve strikes, and then the driver announced that he had finished with me for now, and before leaving my sight he rubbed off one of the many accumulated strikes on the board. I breathed a sigh of relief.

 

I could hear them talking to each other, but not what they were saying. After some minutes of waiting, I realised how cold it was in the garage and I started to shiver. The wall behind me was freezing cold stone. At least my feet were warm in my boots. One of the younger guys walked towards me with a mug and a straw. He told me to drink all of it or I’d get another kicking. I didn’t need the threat, I was really thirsty anyway! In my mind it was some form of win against them. As soon as the liquid reached my mouth though I realised I was wrong again and I hadn’t won anything. It was water, but tasted sour and I knew instantly it was spiked with something, I just didn’t know what. I drank it anyway, I would rather be drugged than kicked. After I finished it, he got up close to me. If this guy wasn’t so evil, I would have probably fancied him in any other situation. ‘Are you ok baby? You don’t look so good’ He grinned from ear to ear. The look was an evil one that sent a shiver down me. I shook my head in answer, not daring to speak. He gently stroked my tits and stomach, sometimes lightly touching over the swollen mass that used to be my cunt. I flinched every time he went near it. I couldn’t help but like what he was doing. This was the guy who held me by the neck when his mate was punching my insides earlier. There was something so sexy about him and he must have seen the look of affection I gave him; ‘you wont be liking me for long sweetheart’ I believed him too.

 

He knelt down in front of me. I wished I had the guts to slam my boot into his face. He pinned my left leg to the wall with his side and asked me if my feet were hurting from these boots. All of a sudden I had no answer. If he took my boots off I would be forced to stand on my toes to stop myself from hanging by the metal collar around my neck. I didn’t need to answer because his hands were already around my ankle pulling off my right boot. I kicked out, trying to get it away from him, which resulted in him punching my swollen cunt as hard as he could. It hurt so much I couldn’t even scream, or make any sound at all. I let him get on with it. Only my tiptoe could touch the floor without my boot on, and I began to panic when he took the other boot off. I could barely touch the floor with either foot, so was effectively I was hanging from my neck now. Only my arms could stop me from hanging, but I didn’t have enough strength to pull my whole weight up for more than a second, and I began to kick out with my legs, choking and spluttering, I thought I was going to die. He stood there and watched me, and producing the camera from his pocket he took a couple of photos of me struggling and gasping for air. I got the impression this guy liked to see me choking. I decided I would name him Choker. When I had used up all the strength in my arms, I decided to give in. I stopped struggling and hung there, using as much of my toes as I could to give me a tiny wiff of air. It wasn’t enough and in seconds I felt myself fading away. Before I got that far, Choker shoved a box under my feet so I could stand on it. Unfortunately my legs didn’t want to stand me up, so he had to call for his mate to help him out.

 

The guy who brutalised my cunt in the van ran up with the drill while Choker held me up so I didn’t hang myself. By this point I was feeling really odd. The room looked like it was starting to move on its own and I couldn’t get my legs to stand me up at all. The metal collar was finally pulled off, and both men looked on as I hung by my wrists, my head lolled in front of me as I coughed and spluttered, taking in as much air as I could. A wave of sickness passed over me and I felt dizzy and disorientated. I shut my eyes to try and block it out, but only felt worse when I opened them. They undid my wrists from the handcuffs finally and I fell hard to the floor, banging my head on the stone. When I tried to get up, I found I was so weak I couldn’t even lift my head off the floor. ‘Whars appenin?’ I slurred, unable to understand myself. I rolled myself onto my back and saw the whole room spinning wildly, now I was really scared. Everything got worse after that. Another wave of sickness overcame me, and then another, and another, until I was violently sick. All the while I could see flashing lights and hear echoey sounds. I didn’t even know where Choker and his friend were, nor did I care as I vomited again. I also lost control of my bladder and pissed myself, laying in my own piss and vomit, unable to move. All I could do was groan. I felt the floor vanish from benieth me but didn’t realise I was being carried by Choker, it felt more like I was flying, my limbs swang around as my eyes rolled back into my head.

 

‘For fucks sake, how much did you give her?!’ I never heard the reply. The next thing I knew I was shocked to the core when I was thrown into a tub of freezing cold water. With no control over my body, my head went under and I remember seeing the surface of the water above me before I was lifted out and laid on the floor, groaning uncontrollably. I wondered if I was going to die as everything faded to black around me.

 

When I woke up, the first thing I felt was the cold. Absolutely freezing cold. Then my head banging like mad, and then the rest. There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t hurting. My hands were bound together with cable ties behind my back, and my ankles also bound with cable ties. There was a piece of duck tape covering my mouth. I was breathing heavily through my nose as I shivered, still completely naked. I looked around to see where I was, and it looked like I was in a hole in the ground. There was oil covering most of the floor, which indicated to me that I was in the pit. When I tried to move, the pit I was in started to spin again, and I was still extremely weak. Every movement I made sounded 50 times louder than it should, and echoed around my head for too long. I tried to get into a sitting position but my arms couldn’t push me up and when I got so far I just slumped back down again. It felt a bit like I had had way too much to drink, and woken up still pissed and hungover at the same time. Not a good feeling I can tell you.

 

I wondered how long I had been here, and decided it had been a while because the cable tie binding my ankles together had cut into my flesh quite badly, but a lot of the blood had dried. I didn’t care anymore. I then looked at my legs. My vision was blurred, but I could see the cuts, grazes and excessive bruising on them. There was also what looked like a cigarette burn on my thigh, which I didn’t remember getting. It began to dawn on me that the kidnappers had decided to carry on doing what they wanted after I had passed out, and as that truth dawned on me, I felt my ass hole throbbing and sore. What I didn’t know was that it was bleeding too. I was too out of it to cry or feel sorry for myself. I was quite glad I had passed out when I did.

 

I drifted in and out of troubled sleep after that, I don’t know how long I was there, or how many times I had woken up and drifted back off again, but this time I opened my sleepy eyes to see a face peering over the top of the pits looking down at me. It was the driver. I shut my eyes again, hoping that if I pretended to be asleep, he would leave me alone. It didn’t work, and when I opened my eyes again, he had climbed down into the pit and was standing over me with his arms crossed.

 

‘I hope you slept Liz, because you’re gonna need your energy today!’ He said cheerily, as if he had come to wake me up and take me to a theme park or something. ‘Oi lads, throw me that mat down will you?’ A mat flew over the side, I didn’t see who threw it but it hit the driver on the side of his face,which I paid for it as he kicked me hard in the stomach. ‘mmmmph’ I said. The tape over my mouth prevented me from making any other sound really. The driver threw me onto the mat by my hair, and then told me to get on my knees. I tried with all my strength to get into a kneeling position, but my arms and legs didn’t seem to want to listen to me, and this made the driver angry, which earned me more kicks, four to be exact, because he said; ‘FUCK!-IN!-DO!-IT!’ to each kick. I tried again and failed, each time falling to a heap on the floor. ‘Fuckin’ell little fucking bitch! Do I have to do everything for you now?!’ I started to cry again as he manoeuvred me onto my knees, my back not wanting to keep me upright meant that I was bent over, my tits pressed up to my knees and my forehead rested on the mat. I felt sick knowing he was behind me, with my ass hole and swollen cunt ready and waiting for him. I heard him undo his belt, then unzip his trousers and kneel down behind me. I shut my eyes and braced myself as the head of his massive cock pressed against my ass. I assumed that it was huge at this point, I later found out that my assumption was right. He didn’t bother with lube, just spat on my hole. I remember oddly thinking that he had a good shot. As he forced his way up inside my ass, I screamed through my nose. This was no gentle fuck and I knew that as soon as he rammed himself to the hilt as hard as he could. I couldn’t be quiet through this, they must have already give my ass a hammering while I was unconscious because this was unreal pain. He was banging into me so hard now that he had shoved me right up to the wall, and with each ram of his cock, my head was slammed into the wall. Taking queue from this, he reached and grabbed my hair, pulling my head all the way back while he slammed into me over and over again. As my screams grew louder, even the tape gag couldn’t make me much quieter, he slammed my face into the pit wall with each of his thrusts, eventually he got so violent that every time he slammed my face into the wall I saw more and more stars. Suddenly his thrusts became faster and harder, as did the face slamming. He finally came right after I saw my blood dripping from my head where he had rammed it into the wall. After he was done shuddering, he let go of my hair and I rolled over onto my side. My ass was throbbing but the blood from my head was quite alarming. Still disorientated from the drugs I was given I lay curled in a ball on the mat and closed my eyes, moaning softly as the come seeped out of my ass. I wished I were home.

 

Not quite finished with me yet, the driver cut the cable tie around my ankles. ‘Ooh that does look sore, you should get it looked at’ He giggled at the deep cut the plastic tie had made in my ankle. I looked away, not caring to listen to his sadistic humour. He cut the tie around my wrists and I quickly moved my arms in front of myself to rub my wrists, still laid on the mat. He kindly gave me a few seconds to do this and then dragged me over to one of the ladders used to get in and out of the pit, there was one on either side of the oversized pit. Handcuffing my hands around the lower rung, I was too weak to fight at all as I lay on my back and let him do as he wished. At least I was on the mat and not the hard stone floor, I thought. This proved to be the least of my worries.

 

‘We’re all off out to pick up some stuff we think you’ll like. But we don’t want to leave you all comfortable and stuff’ My heart sank. ‘Oi pass me the tray I prepared.’ This time I saw Choker as he passed the driver a large tray, which contained an array of items. Choker lay on the floor at the side of the pit with his chin resting on his crossed arms. Looking down at me, he gave me a stupid grin and winked at me, then diverted his eyes to the tray – as did I. My eyes grew wide with fear as I saw the contents. A good length of rope, some thinner rope/string, about 20 crocodile clips, an extremely scary looking huge black dildo with a tube attached to the end and a little pump on the end of the tube – basically an inflatable dildo which was already two times the size a cock. Laid next to that was another one, very similar but smaller. And oddly some red peppers which had been cut up were laying next to a bottle of red-hot chilli sauce and a roll of duck tape. I knew this wasn’t going to be fun, and after seeing what was lined up for me, I suddenly had a rush of energy, making me struggle and cry out. This resulted in another back hander to the other side of my face this time. I didn’t know it but my other eye was black and swollen from the one he had given me when my neck was screwed to the wall. Stunned from the blow, he parted my legs and sat in-between them so I couldn’t close them again, pulling my body down so that my arms were stretched now. He selected a crocodile clip and pinned me to the floor by my neck while he closed the jaws around my right nipple, and then another on my left. I arched my back with the pain and saw they had both cut straight into me as blood trickled down both breasts. Attaching two long lengths of string to the clips, he threw the ends up to Choker, who pulled and tugged on them playfully watching my tits jiggle around. He then tied one of the lengths to a hook at the top of the pit, pulling my nipple until it looked obscurely stretched. He went round to the other side of the pit and did the same with the other. My nipples could not have stretched any further upwards without being ripped off completely! And of course this now meant that I would probably tear off my nipples if I moved half a cm. They definitely knew what they were doing here.

 

I soon found that by lifting my back off the floor, I would take the pressure off my pulled-up nipples. I tried to do it discreetly and so far no one seemed to notice, and to me this was a massive victory.

 

The driver then went on to choose another crocodile clip, this time placing it onto one of my outer labia. The pain wasn’t as bad. Maybe these wernt as sharp as the nipple ones. All the same, it was pain I could do without, and I flinched as he put five or six on each side. By this time both Choker and his friend (I decided I would call him Psycho, for namings sake really, that and he was a psycho. I later found out that he was the one who carried on the night I was heavily drugged, and had raped me several times, in all holes) were both laid on the floor peering over the side, watching the driver at work.

 

‘I’m going to warn you now Liz, if you struggle too much, those sharpened crock clips are gonna take your nips clean off, and what I’m about to do is gonna reeeaaaaalllly fuckin hurt like a bitch. Know what I’m sayin?’ I nod my head and try to brace myself for the worst, although no amount of any kind of bracing prepared me for the next part. The driver opened the bottle of chilli sauce, and poured it all over the smaller of the inflatable dildos, spreading it around till he was happy it was covered, he lifted one of my legs so he could get at my ass hole easier, and rammed it straight in. With the fucking he had done earlier and the dildo substantially chilli-lubed, it found its way inside me no problem. Within seconds of it being there I felt the heat, after a few more seconds it became so unbelievably intense that I started to struggle and scream uncontrollably, regardless off the strict situation my nipples were in, it just didn’t compare to the agony my ass was in. The driver’s only way of calming me was to choke me. ‘Do you want your fucking nipples?!’ I tried to breath through it, but the pain didn’t lessen, it just got worse. I thought the chilli would be painful, but obviously this is going to be amplified to the fact that my ass had been badly torn by Psycho’s little raping session.

 

The driver moved his knee so that he wedged the dildo inside me, he didn’t want me ‘shittin it out’ as he put it. He then proceeded to the larger dildo, again covering it with the chilli sauce and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out where its gonna go. With the smaller dildo already up my ass, and this one so big, he had trouble getting it inside me. The chilli was already finding its way to all the cuts and tears I had received during the abuse it had taken so far in my ordeal. Eventually though he pushed it up and my screams were worryingly loud considering I had tape sealing my lips shut. The driver decided to right this by holding my nose shut until I adjusted to the immense torture.

 

It wasn’t finished yet. I couldn’t imagine being in any more pain than I was in right now, but once again, I was horribly wrong. I was groaning constantly now, the fire inside my holes was burning and I have never known anything so painful. The driver went for the rope now. A long length was doubled up and then passed under my back, brought round to the front and looped through itself. He pulled it tight, and then tighter still, and when I thought it couldn’t get any tighter, he pulled it tighter still, until I looked like I was the shape of a Barbie doll with the non-existent waist. This made it hurt to breath in and out, but I was quite busy by this point with the pain of the dildos + chilli sauce. Taking a shorter length of rope, he struggled to get it under the one round my waist, but managed it. He ran it down between my legs, and up my back, pulling it so the dildos were now up to the hilt and not going anywhere, and finally tying it off at the back of my waist.

 

I prayed to god he had finished. Obviously god cant have been listening right then, because he started with the pumps on the dildo’s. Both at the same time, he began slowly, watching my face for the reaction. And he got a reaction. He got one hell of a reaction! I was in too much agony to emit any kind of sound. I squeezed my eyes shut so tight that it hurt my eyes and I saw white, and I held my breath till I went red in the face, and then white as he carried on pumping me up…. You could literally see my stomach getting bigger as the dildo’s grew bigger and bigger. I passed out after that point, and welcomed the feeling when I felt myself fading out, it was a feeling I was now becoming very familiar with. I woke up just in time to see the driver with the camera snapping pictures of my horrific situation.

 

‘Nice one mate!’ Psycho applauded the driver for his work. ‘Like a work of fucking art!’ The driver looked proud of himself too, while I lay completely helpless and in unthinkable agony of the purest kind. The driver finished me off by tying my ankles together again, crushing my crocodile clipped lips into the dildo’s and then, using more rope, he tied them off to the lower rung of the ladder opposite the ones my hands were cuffed to. This, I thought, was just fucking cruel! It eliminated any chance of my little back arching technique I had developed to ease the taught-ness of my nipples, and the driver gave me a knowing look, ‘As if I would let you get away with something like that’ I could hear him say in my head. He left the two pumps attached to the dildo’s that had stretched both my holes beyond any sort of limit.

 

As he stood up, I didn’t feel relieved, I couldn’t really concentrate on anything but the amount of pain I was in. My head spun, not knowing which bit of pain it should concentrate on itself. I didn’t know how to cope with this amount of pain at all. Before climbing up the ladder to leave me in such a predicament; ‘Oops, nearly forgot!’ and slid a piece of chilli so that it rested on top of my clit. As an after thought, he gave the dildos one last pump each and then climbed out of the pit.

 

I was shaking violently, my body went into shock and at that moment, I wanted to die. All three of them stood at the mouth of the pit I was going through hell in. ‘Any business before we get off lads?’ Said the driver. I heard him, but was in another world. It wasn’t until I felt the warm stream hit my face that I realised what he had said, and what he had meant by it. All I could do was lay completely helpless as The Driver, Choker, and Psycho pissed all over me. ‘Right Liz, have fun there wont you. We’ll be back in eight hours’ He said as he propped a digital clock onto the top rung of the ladder where I could see it.

 

‘NO!’ I screamed in my head. And they left me there; in the most severe form of suffering I had ever known.