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I lay panting through the torment, unable to take deep breaths, partly due to the
extreme tightness of the rope around my stomach and partly due to the dildo’s
that had now probably ruined me for life. I had been there some minutes before
I actually looked at the clock. It said
Every time I moved a millimetre, some form
of agony rippled through me. And when I didn’t moved,
I was in agony too. I shut my eyes and tried to keep them shut, but was unable
to block it out. My stretched cunt and ass were throbbing so much I almost thought I could hear each throb, and the burning….
Well it was too much. The chilli left on my clit was the worst thing right now.
I tried to buck my hips, but my body had been stretched so tight between the
ladders I couldn’t move enough. When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing
I saw was the clock.
I tried to think of anything but the pain, but i just couldn’t do it. Without warning, I felt myself wanting to sneeze. Oh fuck no?! Of all the fucking times, this was not a good fucking time to sneeze!! I tried to stop, but it was no good, and I took a deep breath to prepare myself, and felt every agonising ripple of pain tare through me as my whole body jolted, and after the third one, I wailed in a sorrowful cry. Still gagged as I was, not much sound came out. After the sneezing fit passed, I suddenly realised one of my hands felt like it might be able to slide out of the cuff surrounding it. I suddenly stopped wailing, and concentrated on the loose hand, trying to work it free. Every movement in my arm pulled the crocodile clips that were now well established, sunken into each nipple and glued there with my own dried blood. The adrenaline I felt from the hope that I might be able to get out of this hell blocked out any pain I felt. My breathing was now suddenly very quick, as I pulled and pulled at my cuffed wrists.
I can only imagine that they had not taken into account the fact my wrists were extremely swollen after being drugged and hanging by them last night, and now the swelling had reduced enough for the cuffs to be loose. I carried on tugging and twisting this way and that as I glanced at the clock, which was once a count down to more hell, now it was a time limit. All of a sudden, my wrist jerked free. For a moment, I was totally stunned. Then my brain kicked in to gear, and I brought my free arm down, then the one which was still attached to the cuffs, thanking god for finally listening. At the first touch, the clips eating my swollen nipples sent waves of agony through me, but the adrenaline in me was pumping so fast that I just unclipped them as fast as I could, not daring to scream I held my breath and before ripping the tape from over my mouth I saw blood flowing out of them. Ignoring the sight, I instinctively sat up, but almost threw myself back down on my back after feeling the obscene amount of pressure that it put on my cunt and ass hole. I found the pumps, resting between my tightly tied shut legs, and after a bit of fiddling, felt the little release screws. I let out an enormous groan of relief as the dildo inside my cunt deflated along with the loud rush of air it let out. I quickly let the air out of the one in my ass, and while they were still inside me, I sat up, shuffled my ass forward a little and undid the rope tying my ankles together.
I was in frenzy now, absolutely terrified someone would come back and find me half escaped. The thought was too much for me to handle in-fact, because if I was caught, the punishment for this was unthinkable. I pushed it away as I opened my legs, and clawed at the rope tied so tightly around my waist until it was free, this instantly loosened the rope running between my legs and the dildos literally fell out of me. I unclipped the clips on my labia. Free.
I scrambled to my feet, and grabbed onto a rung of the ladder, my eyes were now wild, darting in every direction as I climbed up the ladder and out of the pit. The garage was big, and quite dark. I ran to the first door I could see, locked. I didn’t lose heart as I ran to one of the windows, seeing the bars over it as I got there, I turned around and frantically searched with my eyes for another door. I saw one and made a run for it. It was locked. I stood still in the middle of the oversized garage, my heart racing, praying for a way out. There were only two doors and they were both locked. My eyes began to fill up, and tears spilled over my cheeks as I checked the windows. All barred from the inside and the outside. They were covered in black filth so I couldn’t even see out. No. I thought. ‘No!’ I screamed out.
I tried both doors again. They were shut so tight they didn’t even rattle when I shook the handles. My breathing quickened again. This time in sheer panic. They would come back and find me, escaped, and they would probably kill me. I started to shake now, as I stood naked, covered in blood and dirt. This was not happening. Only it was happening. It fucking was happening.
After a few minutes, the only plan I could come up with was to hide behind a pile of boxes next to the door and wait for them to come back, then make a run for it if they left the door open long enough. Even I couldn’t muster up any enthusiasm for this plan though, I knew I had lost. I crouched down and lent my back on the wall, waiting for the inevitable to happen. As I sat there it was the first chance I had had to look at myself properly. My wrists were cut all the way round and bleeding, as were my ankles. I reached down and felt my sopping wet and swollen cunt. As I brought my fingers back up I could see the dark red blood glistening in the dimly lit room. Nearly every part of me was either cut or bruised, and I could feel my face was in much the same state.
Suddenly the door swung open, and the laughing happy voices of my three captors filled the room. I held my breath and darn’t move, glued to the spot with fear. One word sprang to mind; Shit.
The three men joked together, and as I anticipated, the laugher stopped dead and I heard; ‘What the…’
And then I heard the driver burst out laughing. Deep, loud, and completely evil laughter echoing around the room, filling every part of me with terror and dread. ‘Do you want to show yourself Liz, or are ya gonna make things even worse for ya’self?’ I didn’t move. I couldn’t. ‘I don’t know how you could actually make things worse for ya though cunt’ he said, more to the other two than me. As his footsteps closed in on my spot behind the boxes, I backed myself into the wall and cowered with my hands over my head. The driver grabbed me by the hair and forced me up straight, his strong arm pulled me off the floor by my hair, and then dragged me to the middle of the room, in front of Choker and Psycho.
Psycho shook his head. ‘Tut fucking tut’ he said seriously. Choker looked a little bewildered, but didn’t say anything. I could hardly breath. Sweat and tears poured down my face as the driver let me stand on my own. Still I didn’t move. The last thing I saw was a fist right in front of my face, and then feeling the stone floor split my head open as I fell hard back onto it. I screamed out and wriggled on the floor to get away as Choker straddled me to do what he did best. My life was at his hands again and as they closed around my throat, I fought for as long as I could, but in the end I welcomed the blanket of darkness as it wrapped me up and kept my mind away from my tortured body. I wished for death, but as usual I didn’t get what I wanted. When I woke up, Choker was still holding my neck tightly. My head was banging now as blood pumped out of the back of it. ‘Don’t fuckin’ move’ he said nastily. I blinked in answer as I heard the other two moving around, throwing objects I couldn’t see on the floor. I knew this was bad. My wrists were roughly brought together in front of me and rope wrapped around them. Psycho was tying them so tightly the circulation was already being cut off, and they hadn’t even started yet. Next each ankle was done separately, leaving long trails of the rope leading off. The rope trailing from my right ankle was tied to one of the posts on my right, and Choker released the grip on my neck as the left ankle was pulled far, far apart from the other, and tied off to another post on the left. The posts were concrete ceiling supports and weren’t going anywhere. There were four pillars in the room, but they were only using three tonight. As my once-again bound wrists were brought over my head, another long length of rope was tied to them, so they could use it to pull me taught. And that they did, as they used the third post as a pivot, to pull me so I lay stretched on the floor. They tied it off after making sure I was completely stretched as far as I could go without dislocating my shoulders.
My legs were wide open, and not a part of me could move. My hands hand feet went numb very quickly, but that was the least of my worries. What was worrying me more now was that none of them were speaking anymore. No joking and laughing with each other, they all looked very serious. I wasn’t even gagged, but I darnt make a sound for fear of something even worse happening.
Once they had finished making sure I couldn’t struggle or move, the driver stepped over me and looked straight into my eyes. His feet were at either side of me as he stared into me, his eyes lit up with excitement at what he was going to do to me next. As he started to bend his legs, I knew he was going to sit on me. I was stretched so painfully tight that the small of my back was arched, and I groaned loudly as my stomach took his heavy bulk.
‘The sad thing for you is Liz, that you’re gonna to survive this next bit’ I shook my head and began to cry loudly, sobbing and pleading with them. ‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll do anything! Please fucking hell please stop, please stop’ I wailed, hearing my own pathetic words ringing in my ears. ‘Stop? Stop what? We haven’t even started!’ He reached into his back pocket and produced another inflatable device, only smaller and rounder then the other two I had been earlier acquainted with. ‘We bought this gag for you because we could tell you liked the inflatable shit this morning’ He forced it into my mouth and began rapidly squeezing the pump, within just a few seconds my whole mouth was filled with the rubber, and he carried on, until my tongue was crushed and my teeth under a lot of pressure. He didn’t stop until he was sure I wasn’t going to be able to breath through my mouth. He smiled as he saw my discomfort. Then got up and vanished from my sight. ‘Do it.’ He said to Choker. Do what? I thought.
The driver and psycho sat on the battered sofa, watching on. I couldn’t see Choker as I lay on the floor. I could hear him messing around, and then I heard a loud ‘snip’ I tensed my body. Chokers face appeared over mine, grinning from ear to ear. He reminded me of a cheeky toddler who had been naughty and giving its mum that ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ look.
As he stepped around me so I could see his whole body, I saw what he was holding in his gloved hands and then I started to struggle and shake my head, screaming at the top of my lungs, but the sound would only come out of my nose and the noises I was making sounded inhuman and odd. The 3m length of barbed wire was already wrapped around his thick glove on his right, so that he didn’t let it go by accident and hurt someone else. I shut my eyes as he brought it over his head, still grinning. It felt like a lifetime before he brought it back down in one swift sharp movement, the hit travelled across from my right tit, to somewhere down my leg. It was one of those things where if something hurts that much, you don’t actually feel it until a good few seconds later, but by that time he had already brought it down again, and then again, and again, each time harder than the last time, one after another. I lost count first, and then I lost consciousness. When I came round, he was still stood above me, tapping his foot. And seeing me awaken he continued whipping me mercifully with the length of barbed wire.
The rest of this is all a bit of a daze, but I do know that he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. When there wasn’t much part of my skin left unbroken, they untied my ankles, flipped me over onto my bloody lashed front, re-tied my ankles, and carried on until my back was in a similar state. I drifted in and out of consciousness, waking up only to feel the constant sting of barbed wire break my skin and then raise up a red line welt where the barb and the wire had hit together.
When Choker had finally finished, they left me tied up and spread out on the floor. They knew if they did anything else that they would probably kill me. I was delirious and confused. The events that follow are a blur, where I am untied, and placed in a bath tub filled with cold water and alcohol to stop my thousands of puncture wounds from becoming infected.
The days that followed that brutal whipping I received consisted of the same routine. I was left mostly alone throughout, and every so often, as I have lost all concept of time by this point, I was dunked into an alcohol bath, and then shackled with padlocked chains around my neck to one of the concrete posts. They even gave me a blanket, sips of water and bits of bread. I was too weak to move around a lot, but as time passed my strength returned, and by that time all three of them were more than ready to give me my next round of pain and suffering.
Opening my eyes now, I was still shackled to the wall but laid on the floor with my blanket covering me. I tested out my motor skills a little, not knowing weather feeling better was a good thing or a bad thing. Choker approached me and put out some bread and thick soup in a bowl in front of me, instructing me to eat it all or pay the price. I scowled at him, knowing full well what he was capable of doing. Even so, they weren’t going to break me. They could have my body, but they weren’t going to have my mind. Choker raised an eyebrow at my scowl and I wondered if I was going to regret that later. This is the first proper food they had given me since snatching me off the streets days earlier. When Choker returned to take away the bowl, he also took away my blanket, which brought tears to my eyes. That blanket was my only source of comfort.
I had a bad feeling that they had been waiting for me to recover. I wasn’t left alone with my thoughts for long before the driver was sat in front of me. I backed away from him as far as the chains around my neck would allow. ‘Feeling better?’ I shook my head side to side and the driver smiled. ‘I think ya know better than to fuckin’ lie to me.’ I didn’t move. Fear crept in. I had been left alone to recover for days, only to be fucked up again. How long would this go on for? Before unlocking the chain from around my neck, he snapped some heavy duty metal cuffs around my wrists, binding them together behind my back and making sure the metal was crushing the bones. They were nowhere near healed, but not swollen at least. He pulled me up my the hair so I was on my knees, and then began taking his belt off, He held the belt at one end, leaving the buckle end swinging in front of me, almost hypnotising me as I watched it sway from side to side. The driver then took his cock out of his jeans, the over-sized cock looked me in the eye, showing me how hard it was, I could almost hear it speaking to me. I’m gonna fuck you up bitch. ‘Suck it’ the driver ordered. I looked up at his face, I don’t know what I thought I would see. Sympathy? No. I saw pure evil. Behind him I noticed the blackboard I had seen on my first night. There was no space left. Little vertical lines covered it from top to bottom. WACK!! The buckle of the belt hit my cheek, the shock made me topple over onto my arse. ‘SUCK MY FUCKIN COCK YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!’ He shouted. I got back onto my knees and shuffled towards him, my mouth open and anticipating having this evil-bastard, ugly-fuckers huge dick in my mouth. I was angry. Angry at it all. Humiliated and beaten, now I was doing as I was told? Fuck. I thought. But what else could I do? I had no doubt in my mind now that they would kill me eventually. But I could only dream that it would be quick and painless.
As my open mouth surrounded the head of his cock, he grabbed on to the back of my hair and thrusted himself as hard as he could, his cock hitting the back of my throat instantly making my gag reflex kick into action. He held my head firmly there, with my nose buried in his pubic hair, and I started to struggle as his dick blocked my airway completely. Before I really started to panic, he pulled my head away using my hair as leverage, and repeated his last move, holding me breathless for a few seconds. After some time of this, the thrusts became faster and harder, his cock felt so big that it was stretching my throat as it forced its way down my neck. He began thrusting harder and bringing my head to him at the same time, I couldn’t take a breath, only tiny gasps between his bangs. It was so hard my nose was starting to hurt as it was crushed against his groin, over and over until I started to feel dizzy, but he wasn’t stopping now. He built up momentum and I was praying for him to come. Please hurry up I thought, please. He used both hands now, holding my ears, using them as handles to fuck my face as hard as he could. As my eyes were rolling back into my head, I felt him shudder as he once again buried my nose into his pubic hair, his cock stopping me from breathing, I felt his load hit the back of my throat, causing me to struggle and heave, my throat contracting against him. He groaned in audible pleasure, holding me tightly asphyxiated with his cock. He finally withdrew and I sagged to the floor. His spunk was too far down my throat to be able to spit it out, and I closed my eyes as I was forced to swallow the lot.
The driver walked away from me, and was replaced with Choker. I was instantly shaking with the recollection of how he had whipped me to within an inch of my life with razor sharp barbed wire. As usual he had the stupid grin painted onto his face. I no longer thought he was nice, infact at this point I was more scared of Choker than I was of the driver. He saw my terror and lapped it up. Maybe in their sick and twisted world, they were all trying to out-do eachother to see who I feared the most. Choker was in the lead.
He sat down next to me, and told me to lay down on my back as he ran the backs of his fingers down between my breasts, making my nipples stand on end, more through fear than arousal. I did as I was told, only it was difficult for me to lay like that with the heavy irons surrounding my wrists. ‘Properly’ He said with a quiet, but demanding tone. The cuffs painfully dug into the bones at the bottom of my spine, forcing my hips upwards. The position was uncomfortable, but I knew now that things only ever got worse, so I tried not to concentrate on my initial discomfort. I saw Choker drag a metal bar over from the side of him. I whimpered a little, imagining it would be used to beat me with, but I was wrong. It had thick leather straps attached to either ends, and he then proceeded to attach each of them, just above my knees. Now that I couldn’t close my legs, he fiddled with the metal spreader bar, until it extended as far as my legs would spread apart. I tried not to protest but he spread my legs so far apart that I shook my head in a ‘no’ fashion. Choker just sighed and carried on preparing me for what he wanted.
He started to fondle my breasts, gently at first, then moved his hand down to my cunt, I already knew I was wet. That didn’t mean this was turning me on did it? It couldn’t. I wasn’t! He inserted three fingers into me, and finger fucked my sopping wet cunt. I couldn’t help but enjoy it as I moaned softly. He carried on playing with me, and then brought his other hand up to my right tit. I felt something hard in his hand, but as I lifted my head up to see I heard a loud cracking noise, and I was gripped by a huge jolt of pain, coming from where his hand rested on my breast. My whole body tensed up and jerked around, it was too painful to scream. The pain stopped, but I had lost control, I couldn’t move where I wanted, and my muscles were spasming of their own accord…. Choker kept the stun gun pressed into my tit in the same place while fucking me with his fingers still. He chuckled to himself, knowing I was anticipating the next jolt of electricity, and then pressed the trigger. This time it was worse, he kept it on much longer, and the initial pain soon turned into something different. Still painful, but on another level entirely. I don’t remember him turning it off, I wasn’t sure where I was or what was happening to me, but when reality returned I was soon reminded.
Choker placed the stun gun on the floor and took his trousers off. His cock was just as big as the drivers, only wider and more sinister looking – if a penis could ever look sinister, Chokers did! He undid one side of the spreader bar, it was getting in his way. As he roughly pushed my legs apart and guided himself home, I felt his hard knob penetrate me, still slightly swollen from the abuse it had suffered already, I felt tight. I turned my head away from him, not wanting to see his enjoyment at raping me. How could people be capable of this? He fucked me hard and long, making sure it would last long enough for him to get a good ride out of me. Every time his cock banged hard into me, the cuffs dug further into my back. All the fight had gone out of me as I lay there and let the rape continue, trying to block it out. That never really works though, the blocking it out. His thrusts became harder and sharper, stabbing my insides with his cock as my back grazed and tore on the floor. He reached down to rub my clit at the same time, making me squirm. I didn’t want to enjoy this. All the same, my pussy felt that warm and tingly feeling creeping in, and my breathing was heavy. Don’t get me wrong, I was in pain with the cuffs dug into my back and my already heavily damaged back becoming more sore by the minute, but I was responding to the rape in a way that humiliated my soul.
‘I’m not gonna stop fucking you till you come all over my dick bitch’ And only seconds later I felt the pleasure building up from inside me, until it overcame me and I screamed out in a mixture of pleasure, pain and humiliation. Choker carried on fucking me until he offloaded his spunk inside me, and then immediately took his cock out and put it away, unsmiling. ‘That was the worst fuck I’ve ever had.’ He said, and then spat on my face and turned away to leave me there with his saliva running down my face and his come flowing out of me. For a brief moment, I contemplated the fact that I wasn’t on the pill, but getting pregnant wasn’t really something I could worry about now. Surviving this ordeal was my main worry.
I sniffed as tears filled my eyes. I wanted to go home so badly. I rolled off my back and rubbed my back with my hands where the cuffs had made themselves at home. I must have fallen asleep like that, because I woke up with another almighty jolt of electricity though the back of my neck. Once again my body jerked around in tensed agony, and I felt confused and disorientated for some time afterwards. To remind me where I was, Psycho booted me hard in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of me. Coughing and spluttering I stuttered to him; ‘Let me go.’ He spun round, not believing his ears, and pressed his foot into my neck, pinning me to the floor and choking me. ‘What did you say fuckwit?’ I croaked again; ‘Please let me go’ He pressed again harder with his foot, crushing my neck and distorting my face. ‘Louder girl, I cant fuckin hear ya!’ he laughed, taking his foot off me. He dragged me backwards so that the post was propping me up, and retied the spreader bar, making sure Choker hadn’t left me a millimetre to move my legs. Pleased that my legs were spread painfully apart, he wondered off and returned with a clear plastic bag and a length of thick rope. He expertly applied some more gaffer tape, sealing my mouth shut, and pulled the bag over my head, tying the rope around the bottom of it, tightly around my neck.
Psycho then sat between my open legs, and lazily flicked at my clit, watching me jump every time he hit it dead on. The bag over my head inflated, then deflated with every breath I took, until I could no longer see due to it clouding up. When he grew bored with flicking, he grabbed his bottle of beer and fucked me with it as deep as he could get it in. ‘I’d love to break this bottle first then fuck you with it’ he snarled. I believed him. Forcing me to bend my knees now, he fingered my ass, and then without warning shoved a metal pole he saw lying around inside it. Leaving it there, I could feel the sharp edges stab me inside. And I yelped and squirmed as he carried on fucking me with the bottle, alternating the fucking between the bottle and the pole up my ass. I started to notice the plastic bag was getting closer and closer to my face with every breath I took. Once it got the stage where It was suffocatingly close, I started to shake my head, knowing that I would soon have no air left. Psycho watched in awe as I started to panic, spurring him on to fuck me harder with the pole and the bottle, thus making me breath faster, shortening my time left. Seemingly seconds later I could no longer take full breaths, and panic really set in as each breath was forced to be shorter and shorter, until I couldn’t breath at all. With that I struggled with every part of me, trying to move away, but the pole in my ass virtually had me pinned in the position I was in, unable to get away. My eyes were wide with fear and my panic stricken, tear stained face contorted as I fought a losing battle. He must have left it to the very last minute before I lost consciousness, before cutting a tiny hole in the bag. I felt the cold air rushing in as it hit my face and I gulped it in, savouring every last bit.
He took the bag off my head, and picked me up off the floor, the metal pole and the bottle clattered to the floor as they fell out of me. ‘Mmm, mmmm!’ I managed to say, as he carried me as I was, hands cuffed behind my back and my legs still stretched wide apart. He adjusted my position so one of his arms went around my neck, and the other between my legs, so my whole weight was resting on my cunt on his arm. He walked towards one of the doors I had found locked after my short-lived escape. He manoeuvred me so I could get through it, and I saw another room, just as filthy as the garage-turned-torture-chamber I had just left. This one was smaller, with less clutter, but I could see many things that I could be tied to. Chains hung from the ceiling, hooks and rings nailed to the walls and the floor, this room was not my friend. There were no windows, and everything looked to be stone. In the middle of the floor, there was a strange looking thing. Two blocks of wood, placed about 30inches apart, and a thick metal bar spanning between them, about 15 inches off the floor. Psycho laid me face down over it, making sure the bar was just above my cunt, leaving my ass pointing into the air. Still bound behind my back, he lifted my hands clear off my back and attached them to a long chain dangling from the roof, pulling them upwards so that my face and chest were forced back into the cold stone floor by my shoulders. He then applied more straps to the back of my neck, back and waist to the floor, minimising any movement upwards or downwards, and secured both ankles to the floor, then the spreader bar was fixed to the floor too. I squirmed around to test how much I could move, and found that Psycho had been very efficient.
With my ass in the air like it was, I knew it would be the centre of attention. My face was forced to the right, and with my neck strapped to the floor so tightly, I couldn’t swap sides, so had to put up with this view during the up and coming ordeal. And while awaiting the next dose of torture, I watched as a huge spider ran across the floor. Great! I thought. Not only am I tied up and having every part of my body ripped apart, I have a bloody great big spider near me! I hated spiders. I decided to keep an eye out for it. Psycho was busy preparing items for me, to my left of course, where I couldn’t see. I busied myself watching the spider. I wished I was the spider; it was free to go, unseen by my captors. I shuddered and flinched as it jolted forward in my direction, stopping only about 10inches from my nose. Fuck, I thought. It crept closer, then made a dart for me…. It was too much. ‘MMMPH! MMMPH! Mm mmmmm! MMMMMPH!’ I screamed and struggled as much as I could. Did I mention I wasn’t just scared of spiders, I was absolutely terrified of them. With everything that was going on, this was just the final straw.
‘What the fuck? I’ve not even touched you yet whore!’ and as he said it he saw my eyes wide with terror, followed the direction I was looking and saw the spider, who was now slightly further away from me. Suddenly I felt a wave of dread wash over me, and, hoping the spider could read my mind, I willed it to run away. Go! Run, don’t let him catch you! Too late. Psycho trapped the spider with a pint glass over the top of him, a glass any smaller would have trapped his legs! All I could feel now was despair, I knew psycho would use it. He pushed the glass right up to my face so I could see the huge monster spider trying to find some form of escape. We were in the same boat now.
Psycho went back to preparing, he seemed to be taking an age. All I could do was lay and wait.
When he had finally finished, he went behind me, out of my line of vision. This scared me and a series of ‘mmmphs’ let him know how I felt about it. ‘Don’t worry, I’m video taping it and you can watch it after’ True to his word, I did get to watch it afterwards. He sat in-between my legs behind me, kneeling up so I could feel his hard cock pressing against my cunt and ass, still in his trousers. He rested on my back with his elbow, and I felt a very sharp pain digging into my back on the left side, and then a severe scraping as he dug the sharp blade into me. The pain was severe, but no amount of struggling was going to help me as he was seemingly gouging off my skin. He was quiet as he went along, occasionally lifting the blade off and then pressing it into me again in another area. It didn’t take me long to realise he was writing something, and when I watched the tape back later I saw the letters painstakingly cut deeply across the bottom of my back. ‘B’ ‘I’ ‘T’ ‘C’ ‘H’ To give some credit (where none is due) it was pretty neatly done! At the moment though, it was a bloody mess of deep cuts that would very definitely be with me for the rest of my life, however long that would be. To save me from infection, Psycho threw on some rubbing alcohol to finish off. To say that it hurt would be an understatement, you would have thought I might have produced some sort of coping mechanism by now, but either that didn’t actually happen, or that part of my brain wasn’t bothered about working just yet. As the alcohol hit my broken skin, it was quite clearly audible that instead of screaming I had tried to say; ‘You fucker!’ Although I was surprised Psycho understood my gagged-speak. ‘No YOU FUCKER!!’ he shouted at me, kicking me clean in the cunt with his heavy booted foot. My body shook in distress.
He shoved a piece of card under the spiders new home, and picked him up, moving him out of my sight. I didn’t feel as if I should say goodbye somehow. The driver walked into my new surroundings, and asked how things were going. Psycho explained to him that I had made a little friend, and then added, ‘I think we need to find her some more similar friends’ and I shook with fear at the thought of what they could cook up. The driver left the room to search for more spiders. In the mean time I had to endure more of Psycho’s torments.
Feeling an extreme pain on my clit, I didn’t need to watch the video back later to work out it was another sharpened crocodile clip, this time it had hit the spot dead on, and I was horrified at the feeling. I begged and begged, screaming ‘take it off take it off!’ – in gagged speak. He only attached some thin cord to it and pulled it towards the floor, making me bite my tongue, like I wasn’t in enough pain already?! I then felt something hard press up against my ass hole, and the seconds that followed were pretty horrific. Psycho must have held that stun gun there for at least 15 seconds (maybe I am exaggerating, but it felt like 15 secs?). I thought shit like that killed you, but I am obviously able to take 950,000 volts up my arse, or I wouldn’t be still here. What I do know is that I didn’t take it very well, and I fell unconscious shortly after the jolt was applied. On the video after all this, I watched my whole body jerk around while I was out cold, and continue to do so after he stopped pressing the button. I looked like a dead body.
When I came round, my ass felt like it was on fire and there was still the problem of the clipped clit too. My ass was burning like that due to electrical burns where the contacts had touched me and pumped me full of electricity, screwing up my nervous system and sending the wrong signals to my brain, which left me utterly confused for a good while after. Even as confused as I felt, it didn’t stop me feeling the rather large intrusion making its way into my ass, and as it went in further, it got wider, and wider. I later viewed this and was extremely shocked. It was some sort of metal cone, hollowed out. Actually it resembled one of those half-sized traffic cones only without the markings, it could have been smaller, and I later scolded myself for not taking more notice of the many thousands of small traffic cones I had probably driven by – being kidnapped as I was, you can understand the insane thoughts. My mental health was ruined, not to mention my physical health.
Psycho pushed it into me, not caring about the zero lubrication factor, if he found himself having trouble, he would twist it from side to side. My screams turned into low inhumane groans as I felt my sphincter muscles tear and contract against the enormous object being driven inside me. It didn’t stop psycho though, he carried on driving it into me, then as it really wouldn’t go any further without killing me, he started to fuck me with it, moving it up and down, and of course, side to side. I went into shock at this point, the pain didn’t feel like it was just in my ass, it was my stomach, my back, even my legs! I couldn’t breath and my body went numb, bliss. It felt like a blanket was covering everything, and all I could feel after that were the dull thumps as he drove the monster into me. On the tape I saw him stop as he noticed I wasn’t moving or making any sound. He also checked my breathing and my pulse, which I thought was nice of him. I wondered if they always did that when I was out. After checking my pulse, Psycho shot out of the room and returned very quickly with the driver and Choker and I couldn’t make out what they were saying properly until I saw myself twitch and they all shut up. I groaned and they all breathed a sigh of relief together. ‘Fackin’ell dick head!’ Choker turned to Psycho. ‘She only be in here 30 mins!’ He laughed, as they all did. Choker and the driver left after that, and Psycho pulled the cone out of my ass. I remember that bit.
The fog was just starting to lift as I felt a mixture of extreme pain and relief when he took the cone out of me. I tensed my body and hoped he would leave me alone. Any hope I had was lost the minute I approached the van on my way home some nights ago. After removing the cone, my ass was gaping considerably, and he added insult to injury by spitting in it. Psycho plonked his self down next to me and played with his knife, staring into my eyes, which were half closed. ‘No tears this time?’ he spoke to me, and then pressed the tip of his knife onto my cheekbone. This hurt due to the bruising already sustained by the back of his friends hand. He moved the blade quickly away, making a little half cm nick below my eye. I didn’t care anymore. However I was to be proved wrong about that one too.
He got up when he thought he had given me a reasonable amount of time to recover from nearly dying. At this rate it seemed I might be dead sooner than they would like. As if my ass hadn’t had enough, Psycho wasn’t finished with it yet, although he told me that this was to help it heal, I knew this wouldn’t be anything comfortable. On the tape, after he walked out of my line of sight, I saw him put a pair of surgical rubber gloves on. I didn’t notice that now however, and I felt his fingers probe my stretched ass. Then I felt something push past the opening, and lodge itself there. I recognised the feeling of it being inflated, and knew I would be very soon in agony. Psycho didn’t let me down (excuse the pun) He kept on pumping the thing up till he struggled to pump it himself with the pressure. It was different to the one I had experienced in the pit. This one didn’t feel so filling, just stretching me at the opening. I soon discovered why, as I felt the strangest tingling feeling in my bowel. Psycho was pumping as much of the icy cold liquid into me that would fit, and probably then some. He knelt down and reached under me, holding onto my stomach so he could feel it grow as the liquid flooded my system. At first I thought that I didn’t mind, and it wasn’t too bad, but as I filled up, I could feel a pressure building. Soon the pressure became painful, and then after that was just fucking torture. It didn’t seem to take long before I felt the cramping begin, and with every rise and fall of a cramp, each one worse than the last, I started to feel decidedly odd.
My stomach was now pregnant looking, and it didn’t help that Psycho was prodding and poking it, encouraging more agonising cramps to ripple through me. All this was starting to feel rather far away and distant though, and I started to get a warm feeling inside. The next thing I knew, the room was spinning, and I could hardly see! I knew this feeling well. I was drunk. There was alcohol inside my stretched, cramping bowels, and with every breath I took I felt more pissed by the second. Soon, the nice pissed feeling, was replaced by the ‘I’m way too pissed’ feeling, and the room started to spin out of control. I barely felt Psycho untie me as he dragged me into the main garage and threw me into the bath tub, pulling the plug, as it were, on me. He didn’t even bother to deflate the plug before yanking it out of my ass. I’m glad I blanked out the expulsion of something so foul and degrading.
Four hours later, I was in a bad way. I even got the impression that they regretted this one. Having an alcohol enema, apparently diluted, (although I’m not sure Psycho was being entirely truthful about that) and on an empty stomach too, made me want to throw up my actual stomach. I was retching for hours, with no actual vomit, just the sips of water they allowed me and my stomach acid, which burned my throat for days afterwards. In the end though I finally passed out. I always did.
When I woke up, I didn’t open my eyes. I knew it would hurt my head as it was already banging. I could feel more implements of torture in place, but it took me a while to actually acknowledge them. The inflatable gag was tightly established in my mouth, and I knew I couldn’t move. I was laid flat on my back, it didn’t take too long to feel the many straps holding me down to the floor. They were everywhere! Hips, stomach, above my tits, below my tits, wrists, arms, legs, ankles, neck, and even my head! I could only look straight up. But what did feel odd, was the pressure surrounding each of my breasts, and something shoved right up to my cunt, encircling it so that no air could get in or out. When I saw the drivers face hovering over mine it made me jump, but took my mind off my predicament for just a second. He undid the strap holding my head down, lifted my head for me so that I could see my imprisoned body and what was being done to it. He watched my face carefully as he lapped up my reaction.
As I peered at myself, the first things to come into focus were the two glasses, standing upside down over each tit. They were pint glass shaped, only wider at the rims. Each of them was held there with gaffer tape. Probably not the steadiest of set-ups, but they had compensated for that by making sure I was thoroughly strapped down so I couldn’t shake the glasses off me. It only took me another millisecond to see what the glasses contained, apart from each breast. I breathed inwards, knowing my next outward breath would be the worst scream of them all, as the spiders trapped inside the glasses crawled over my nipples, there were around 4 or 5 in each glass I could see, and as soon as I saw them, I felt them. They were some of the biggest spiders I had seen, and they were now at home on each of my breasts, running around on my skin. It was time I let out that scream.
The driver propped my head up with a block of wood so I had no choice than to watch them run around on my breasts, one of them had come to rest on my nipple. ‘They aren’t the worst ones I found either bitch!’ He said as he pointed towards my cunt, And I remembered the strange encircled feeling on my cunt, now accompanied by a light constant tickling as the huge spiders tried to make their escape, running over my clit and resting on my labia. I started to scream. Over and over, my gagged screams filled the room as I watched completely helpless, tears fell from my eyes.
The driver got up and switched on a TV screen in front of me, it was the video from Psycho’s fun filled night, which I starred in too.
‘Enjoy you’re hangover Liz, we’re leaving you like this until tonight.’
I carried on screaming until I had no voice left.
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