Neighbours From Hell

After what felt like hours, I was still laid there. Listening to the sounds of my own breathing and praying I would be released. I wondered if anyone would be looking for me by now, but I had no idea how long  had been here. I was still strapped down to this metal bed frame, but by now the frozen pea’s over my clit had melted and was starting to feel warm. I couldn’t feel my nipples at all though. I wished I could sleep, but I couldn’t. I was too frightened and also pretty cold. When I finally heard bumps and noises above, I flipped out into a full blown panic attack before the door to the room was even opened.  As Jon and Adrian approached me, I wished I could shrink back into the bed. My breathing was so heavy it sounded as though I’d been for a long run. My cheeks and mouth were still stuffed with clothe to muffle my screams so I wasn’t about to have a conversation. Jon cruelly gripped my nose between his fat fingers. The tape over my mouth prevented any air from escaping from anywhere. I desperately tried to shake my head to get Jon to let go but he only held my hair to restrain me more. My chest was burning from my lungs straining for air, and Jon finally let go. ‘Now you should be breathing heavily.’ He said. As the air began flooding in an out of my lungs again, Jon left it a few moments before gripping my nose again. Again I tried to shake him off to no avail, thrashing around on the bed frame till I was exhausted. He released his grip from my nose and once again I could breath.

How much more of this could I take? The answer was simple. I could actually take a lot more of it, and I did - through no choice of my own. Jon continued to control how much breathing I was allowed to do. Before long I was getting pretty dizzy and wasn’t fighting it so much. My lungs were aching through lack of oxygen, and so was my brain. Jon eventually stopped this game after growing bored of it. When he finally left me alone, Adrian began to undo the straps still binding me to the bed. When all the straps were released I was pulled up to my feet, my hands were encircled with a now familiar pair of handcuffs behind my back. Adrian then placed an industrial sized cable tie around my elbows and drew them together. This hurt me more than I expected. I had been strapped in the same position for a long time and now my body was aching and required to endure more and more pain at the hands of these psychos.

Now that my wrists and elbows were tied, my chest stuck out in front of me, my purple nipples still tightly wrapped were like little balls of sensitive tissue. I stood naked in front of these men, still shivering. Another tear escaped down my face and Adrian grabbed my hair, pulled my face towards his and licked the tear away. ‘Mmmmff’ I gasped as he pushed me heavily backwards. I stumbled into the middle of the room, barely keeping my balance.

‘Stand still and spread you’re legs apart’ Adrian barked the order. It was my nature to not do as I was told. I have always hated being told what to do and how I should be doing things. I didn’t think about the consequences of not following a direct order from someone who had the power to take me beyond agony. As I stood in front of them, naked and bound, my legs stayed firmly together in protest. I trembled as Adrian took a slow step towards me, instinctively I took a step backwards and he suddenly rushed closer to me, grabbing my neck between his large hands and squeezing as he brought his knee up to meet my stomach as hard as he could. My legs gave way, but Adrian’s hands stayed firmly around my neck. Being winded and strangled at the same time is something I instantly knew I never wanted to experience again. When Adrian finally let me drop to the floor I was screaming in more agony and fear. By now I was beginning to realise how much physical stress the human body is able to withstand. It appeared that mine was taking a severe amount of it and I was still alive. I didn’t know if this was a blessing right now.

‘Get the fuck up right now, and spread you’re legs for us you stupid fucking whore. If I have to tell you again I’ll give you a concrete enema and throw you into the river after it sets.’ Still gasping, I got up as fast as I could and placed my feet wide apart. My tits jutted out, more tears fell from my face and landed heavily onto them. I could feel the tears rolling down the sides of my breasts till they fell onto the floor in-between my feet. Jon and Adrian watched my discomfort for a few moments. They were obviously enjoying every ounce of their cruelty towards me. As more tears came, they both appeared to get simultaneously hard in their trousers. ‘How the fuck can staring at a crying terrified girl make them hard?!’ I desperately wished I knew.  Adrian smiled then. I had never seen him smile before and it was almost humorous. Maybe I was going crazy, but I suddenly had an impulse to laugh. This feeling was soon replaced by the ever present fear as both the men approached me. Jon walked behind my back as Adrian stood in front of me. He was so close I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Jon’s forearm came from behind me and rested under my chin before pulling me backwards and squeezing my neck some more. He was pressing himself against me and I felt him push his huge cock, still inside his trousers, into my cuffed up hands. He was soon grinding his cock so that my hands were unwillingly bringing him even more arousal. I tried to move but his arm pressed into my neck was keeping me from getting away from this one.  Adrian was staring into my eyes again, enjoying my look of defeat, my tears now were almost at a constant flow. He brought up both his hands and spread them out so his palms were facing my body, my nipples soon met his rough palms as he rubbed around in circles. I screwed my face up in agony already. My nipples were verging on black now they had been tied for so long. He was soon catching them on the insides of his fingers and squeezing harder and harder, until my moans had become agonising screams, all completely muffled by the gag.

‘Use your hands and play with my cock’ Jon whispered into my ear from behind me. I shook my head to indicate he had no chance, which earned me Adrian’s thumbs and forefinger crushing both my nipples in his fingers. Crushing and twisting till my throat was raw from screaming. Jon also protested to my negative answer by pulling his choking arm towards himself, crushing my windpipe and rendering me unconscious in what seemed like seconds. Jon held me upright by my shoulders as my head lolled around like a doll.

I was starting to get used to passing out now. The worst part was always waking up to find that I was still living in this nightmare. The reality of it seemed to hit me all at once and overcome me with a new refreshed fear. This time was no different. I steadied myself on my legs again. Adrian was fingering my pussy as Jon put his arm back to its place under my chin. Even this choked me a little, but only enough to make my breathing a little wheezy and nothing more. ‘Are you gonna play with my cock now, silly bitch?’ I knew I had to do this. I nodded my head and Jon took his trousers off, followed by his boxer shorts.  His cock was forced into my hands and I swallowed down my humiliation as I felt the need to please him. I didn’t have a choice now. If I didn’t play with his cock, I would endure some form of punishment, which I had to avoid at all costs if I could help it. My brain was telling me I should grab Jon’s big cock and attempt to snap it clean off. This thought kept me going through the next ten minutes. My hands were wrapped around it firmly, squeezing it hard as he pushed it in and out of my encircling hands. The end of his penis kept stabbing into my back as he thrust it faster and faster in and out, and I finally heard him moan before I felt his spunk cover my back and dribble down into the crack of my ass.

My pussy was still sore from the fisting Adrian had given it hours earlier, but now I realised Adrian was planning to go for round two and I braced myself as he once again forced his whole hand up and inside me. He kept it there and wriggled it around inside me, balling his hand into a fist shape then twisting around to assess the level of my discomfort. All the while his eyes rested on my face, screwed up and contorted in pain. Adrian didn’t seem happy with this though, and was soon attempting to push his hand up me as far as it would go.

Meanwhile Jon was resting on the sofa, recovering from his orgasm and watching Adrian at work with me. ‘Do you think you could get it in up to your elbow?’ Jon asked his friend. ‘Nah, not in this hole. But I will show you later when I fist her ass...’ My body tensed up immediately on hearing this and Adrian laughed as he felt my fear. ‘There isn’t really much you can do about it Liz’ He was right. ‘By the time we have finished with you you’ll be able to take both my hands up your cunt, and both up your ass, I’m really gonna fucking disable you!’ The best way I could handle this information was to deny this was even possible, although it didn’t take me long to doubt myself on this one – woman are built to give birth after all.

Soon Adrian began to push his hand further up my pussy, I could the pressure of his fist pressing onto my cervix which was stopping his hand from getting any further. Soon he began to use more force in his effort to push his arm further up me. Even he knew he couldn’t, but he knew that trying would cause me so much pain that he would enjoy himself anyway. He was soon lifting my feet off the floor by his hand inside me alone, my screams continued to be ignored as wave after wave of agony washed through me. A new fear was soon engulfing me though. I had been there so long now and not once had they let me urinate. My bladder was pretty full and Adrian was basically punching it from the inside of my tortured pussy. Every time my feet were lifted from the floor, I was praying I wouldn’t piss all over him.

Without warning, Adrian pulled his hand out from inside me and rammed it back in. He repeated, still slamming it into my cervix.... I couldn’t hold it any longer and as he withdrew his hand and began to aim his fist back inside me, my urine hit it dead on and stopped him dead in his tracks. He pulled his hand away from me as if I had burned it. My face tingled with shame, and I already knew that this was going to be really really bad. Adrian’s face filled with anger. His eyes appeared to shrink and cloud over.

In contrast, the room was so quiet except from my heavy breathing and the sound of my piss hitting the tiled floor, soaking my bare feet. The anticipation was unbearable. Adrian seemed to be fixed to the spot, he was so angry I wouldn’t be surprised if steam came out of his ears. Jon was now sat forward on the chair with his hands covering his mouth, looking back and forward between me and Adrian.

I stepped backwards, and my movement sparked Adrian into action. He charged at me and knocked me flying backwards and onto my arse. Adrian then lunged at me, picking me up by my hair and launching my head into the wall. I felt and heard my nose crack as it collided with the floor. Picking me up again he threw me into the middle of the room. I scrabbled around on the floor, desperate to get away from him. Jon watched in shock as Adrian came back at me, his foot planted itself in my side as he kicked me. Over and over, he continued to kick me and stamp on me. I curled into a ball to protect at least some of me, but this only seemed to infuriate him more and he shoved his fist into me, his other arm under my tied arms, lifting me clean off the ground - he threw me away and towards the wall again. I felt his fist leave my pussy while I was in mid-air, and then I felt my head collide with the wall before landing in a heap on the floor.

My body was now numb and I was in shock. Suddenly I had gone very cold and was violently shaking from the severe beating I had just taken. I was emitting a constant low moan. Jon had now managed to restrain Adrian and calm him down a little. They both sat on the sofa while I tried to process what I was going through right now. As my breathing steadied, I knew Adrian hadn’t finished with me. As he got up and turned to walk in my direction, I was already screaming with pure fear, terrified of his touch and feel and smell. ‘Hey, hey.... ‘ Adrian soothed. ‘I’m sorry, calm down ok?’ He stroked my hair but I wriggled away from him. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you, it was an accident I swear!’ Ok now I was confused. How can he say that was an accident? Was he mad? And I didn’t have to answer that even in my own head. ‘Why did you fucking have to piss all over me though Liz, I mean, that’s just fucking dirty, don’t you think?’ I could feel his anger returning and I nodded in agreement to his question, anything to stop him from trying to kill me again. Adrian dabbed a tissue under my nose, which was now bleeding heavily.

‘Stand up’ He ordered. I got up slowly and unsteadily. Adrian helped me by grasping my tightly bound elbows. He pushed me gently towards the back of the sofa and bent me forwards over it. I heard him undo his belt and zip and take out his cock. He roughly spread my arse cheeks open, exposing my anus. With all the injuries I had been given from Adrian’s boots, I had somewhat forgotten it was only hours earlier I had been forced to push out a huge ball that had been stretching my ass from the inside. I was suddenly reminded of this when Adrian violently forced his cock into my ass. I had lost my voice by now with all the screaming I had been doing. My vocal chords were now damaged along with every other part of me. I still tried to scream though.

When Adrian realised my voice was gone, he ripped the tape from my mouth and I spat out the material that had now been in my mouth for hours. His cock was now buried deep inside my ass as he banged himself into the sore and swollen hole. My mouth was open as I was trying to scream, Adrian brought his hands around each side of my face, hooked his fingers onto the insides of my mouth and held onto each cheek as he rammed his cock as deep and as hard as he possibly could into my arse. He was pulling so hard on my mouth I thought he might rip my cheeks open.  It seemed like he was doing this for hours before he finally shot his load deep inside me, his last thrusts were the most violent.

He pulled out of my ass and I dropped off into a heap on the floor, sobbing. I was really weak now. My body had gone through a tremendous ordeal in such a short space of time. I was both physically and mentally exhausted. I shut my eyes now, not caring what lay in store for me next. I just prayed they would leave me alone for just a little while.

While Adrian zipped his jeans back up, he told Jon to put me on the table. ‘No..’ I croaked. My voice was barely a whisper now. I didn’t have any fight left in me as Jon picked me up off the floor and placed my extremely fragile body onto the table. He rolled me over so I was on my front. My tits were crushed onto the hard metal of the table, somewhere along the line, the cords wrapped around my tits had fallen off. I was no longer struggling, just allowing them to get on with it. I was pushed forward until my head dropped off the edge of the table. I had to hold it up to stop the corner from choking me. He pulled down a chain from the roof and attached it to my cuffed wrists. A pulley system above me pulled my arms upwards, pinning me even more into the table, this also appeared to restrict my breathing and the position was uncomfortable enough to give me some more energy for a fight. Jon told me to bear with it as I wouldn’t be like this for much longer, they just had a little job to do before they let me rest. I protested with a groan but it was all I could manage in the state I was in. Straps were fastened above me over my back, my legs, my arse, and finally my neck. I wasn’t struggling anymore now though, and had I tried it wouldn’t have got me far.

‘Have you got it?’ Jon asked. I didn’t hear Adrian reply, only his footsteps coming closer towards me. He knelt in front of me to show me his intentions. When I saw what he was holding it was all I could do to beg. Consumed with terror as I was now, I could feel a rush of adrenaline, the kind you get from being chased by someone. ‘Oh fuck no, no, no’ I was saying as my sobs filled the room. I knew it was utterly pointless to tell them to stop, they really didn’t care that I was in hell. Still, the word no kept on falling repeatedly out of my mouth along with my deep sobs. ‘No, no, no, no, no...’

Adrian only said one word: ‘Yes’ and as he lit the blow torch and held it against the branding iron – a solid shape of a star which spanned to around eight inches wide – I managed to regain some of my fight. The thought of having to live with this huge reminder of this ordeal forever made me feel sick, along with the fact that I knew this would hurt more than anything I had ever felt before in my life.

I was still repeatedly stuck saying the word ‘No’ as he finished heating up the huge block of iron. I watched helplessly as it glowed red, and even though it wasn’t even too near to me at this point, I could feel the heat from it already. Jon had been steadily applying more straps to keep me as still as possible during their next act of utter sadism. He was careful to leave a big enough space free on my back for the brand to fit though. By this point, Jon had indeed succeeded in restraining me so much that the only thing I could move now was my fingers. My hands were clenched so tightly that my nails had dug into the skin on the palms of my hands. I only broke the skin when the huge star, now glowing white was millimetres away from the bare skin on my back. Before the hot iron touched me, my nails had buried themselves deeply into my skin and blood was running down my wrists and arms. I had stopped saying no now, and was wailing through gritted teeth. When the iron finally plunged onto my back, it was so hot it actually felt cold.

I cannot describe how it felt to hear the sizzle of your own flesh melting. And then the smell. And then the pain. I blacked out seconds after the pain began.

When I came round, the pain was too much that I immediately passed out again after the searing heat overcame me. I kept on like this for a while until one of the times I came round, I realised I wasn’t in the basement anymore. I was in a bed, with a quilt and a pillow. Oh god it was like Christmas come early. I had never appreciated a warm bed so much. Of course my hands were cuffed in front of me. A long chain was attaching them to the frame of the bed but at least I was comfortable and more importantly, alone and away from the two maniacs who had kidnapped me. Once the novelty of a warm bed wore off though, the intense throbbing pain that was the huge star brand on my back became a real struggle to cope with.  Soon I was writing around, desperate for some relief of this incredible torment.

Along with this serious burn on my back, the rest of my body felt as if it had been in some sort of horrific car crash. I absolutely could not lay on my back, that was completely out of the question. My only other options were my side, or my front. My front had been whipped to shreds, neat lacerations lined my stomach which were now feeling tight and extremely sore. Laying on my side seemed like the only thing I could do, but each side of me had been kicked and stamped on repeatedly. There wasn’t a part of me that was a normal skin colour now. Every part of me ached deeply, my torn pussy and ass were seeping with blood and to top it all off, I felt filthy. There was still dried come on my back, dried blood and dirt all over me and my burnt back was weeping. Overcome with sadness, I lay in this strange bed and wondered if I would come out of this alive. Even if I did come out alive, how could I lead the rest of my life knowing that this happened to me?

The door creaked open, and I weakly lifted me head to see who It was. Jon crept towards me and placed a cup of water near my hands. I reached for it and attempted to sit up so I could drink. The agony of trying to sit up was enough to make me pass out as I silently screamed out. Jon saw the problem and helped me up enough so I could drink the water. I dropped back down and curled up tightly on my side to protect myself from him. He only sat on the bed with his back to me.

‘How does it feel then?’ He dared to ask. What did he mean? How did it feel to be kidnapped, raped and put through hell? Well Jon it felt just fucking amazing! I mean I really enjoyed it!... ‘Fuck you’ I whispered. Jon sighed and shook his head. ‘You’re a real silly bitch Liz.’ I shut my eyes. I didn’t want to hear his voice. ‘I mean you should know what we are capable of by now, so don’t be so fucking stupid and insult me, or it’ll only be worse.’ I was really angry now. I wouldn’t let this defeat me, I needed to have some ounce of control. ‘Are you two gonna kill me?’ I asked. ‘I asked you a question.’ So I answer his first question reluctantly. ‘It fucking hurts, it really fucking hurts and I can’t handle it, please can you just let me go home now, I really wanna go home!’ More tears. My eyes were so sore from crying at this point. ‘There is too much fun to be had with you to let you go yet darling’ His words cut into me. ‘Turn on to your front so I can sort your back out.’ I did as asked.

He cleaned it with antiseptic and told me how good it looked. He then walked out of the room and left me along again. I gulped down the last of the water and lay back down. Every time I moved, the chains clinked against the bed, or some part of my body hurt. I decided to try and not move because each movement was a painful reminder of my sorry situation. After five minutes I began to feel a little strange. The old fashioned flowery wallpaper was moving slightly and at first I thought I had finally lost it. When the room started to spin around me, I became disorientated and confused, not to mention scared! Suddenly Jon was back in the room standing over me. I tried to speak but the words didn’t come out right. I slurred each word then couldn’t remember what I had tried to say. When I tried to get up I couldn’t move at all, and I saw Jon undoing my handcuffs. By this time I vaguely wondered if that water was drugged.

He lifted me off the bed, and I was limp and floppy as he carried me into the bathroom and into a bath full of cold water. The sharp cold hit me like knives  through all my accumulated wounds, I was screaming, Jon was slapping my face, I couldn’t respond. He watched uncaringly as my eyes rolled back into my head.

For the next twelve hours, they kept me in this drugged state. I only remember bits and pieces. Mostly of being in that bed, or in the cold bath.

I woke up at some point in that same bed. Both Adrian and Jon were there. They handcuffed my hands behind my back. Now I had had some rest, I realised that it was probably time for them to have some more fun with me. ‘Get up now!’ Adrian shouted. Still groggy from the drugs, and still aching from my ordeal, it took a few seconds for me to realise what Adrian had said. He slapped my face and repeated himself, so I unsteadily swung my feet out of the bed and was marched into the hall way and then down the stairs. As we approached the little door leading to the basement of their house, I began to regain some of my strength and I backed up, resisting them. To my surprise and relief though, I was pushed on and past the door where I had endured such terrible acts. A brief thought entered my head – were they letting me go? I was clutching at straws though, and as I was marched through the house and towards the back door, I tried not to get my hopes up on this one.

Before Adrian opened the door, he put a bag over my head and tied it around my neck – as always a little too tight for it to be comfortable. I was deeply worried about not being able to see. ‘Where are we going? Please take this off me, I don’t like it... please?’ I could hear my own pathetic pleas, which were being completely ignored as I was met with silence from both of them. The door was opened, which I knew from when I was taken, led to their garage. The outside air was absolutely freezing on my naked body. I yelped as I was half  lifted and half shoved into something.... it smelt different, like a big box? A van? Oh shit they are taking me somewhere else! ‘No! No, you can’t take me away from here, please let me go home now I will do anything! PLEASE!!!’ The bag over my head was lifted slightly as a strip of tape sealed my mouth shut. I heard the van doors shut me in. One of them was with me, but I didn’t know which. A couple of minutes later the engine started and the van was on the move to god knows where. I couldn’t accept that my future was now looking bleaker by the minute, but I knew I probably should.

Ten minutes into the journey and the bag was taken from my head. I saw Adrian sat next to me in the van. It had been stripped bare and was quite dark due to lack of windows. It was quite large, large enough for me to stand in, and that is exactly what I was ordered to do next.  ‘You have had enough rest to recover, you can stand up for the rest of the trip.... and it’s gonna be a while!’ I didn’t really hesitate, the last thing I wanted right now was more pain. So I stood up and proceeded to lean on one of the sides... ‘Ah ahh, no you don’t... stand in the middle’ Adrian smirked. He wanted to watch me struggle to stay on my feet as the van drove around corners. I reluctantly moved into the middle, and as Jon could hear Adrian’s idea of a pass time for the drive, he swerved the van sharply on purpose, throwing me hard in to one of the side panels. Adrian pointed towards the middle again, and I returned to the middle part. My hands were still cuffed behind my back so offered no help in balancing me. Jon was still playing and he braked sharply before accelerating quickly again. This time I was thrown forward towards the front, but due to him accelerating, before I hit the panel I was thrown all the way to the back, falling over onto the huge brand on my back. I growled in pain while both Adrian and Jon laughed heartedly.

This continued for a while before Adrian decided to up the pace a little. He produced a length of rope from his bag and I watched him skilfully creating a noose. He placed it around my neck and attached the trailing end to the roof of the van, pulling in the slack and tightening the noose, I was now in danger of killing myself if I didn’t keep steady. Luckily Jon didn’t swerve or break, but he didn’t take the corners gently. The first one threw me to the right, instantly choking me as I struggled to stay on my feet. When the van went round a sharp hair pin bend, I couldn’t stay on my feet and lost my balance, the rope around my neck tightened sharply and I thought my neck would break before I managed to get back on my feet. Gasping for air, Adrian watching in amusement as I stumbled around and continually choked myself with every corner. The monster he was watched me like this for two hours, until I was exhausted, my neck bleeding, bruised and covered in rope burns.

He eventually let me down and I collapsed into the corner furthest away from him. He let me be until I fell asleep on the hard floor.

I woke up straight away when I felt a hand entwine itself into my hair. Jolted fully awake, I was dragged sharply out of the vans door and I scrambled to my feet. We were in a garage. It was dark outside, and I could hear loud music, and more worryingly, the sounds of a raving party in full swing behind the door I was being led right up to. I tensed up before the door was open, and I was right to be worried. As Jon opened the door, he was met by a huge thirty something man who’s eyes fell on me straight away. He greeted Jon and Adrian, never taking his eyes off me. ‘This is Liz? What happened to the last one? She was great fun!’ He grinned. They had done this before?! What did happen to the last girl? Did they kill her? I was so agitated now, my fear had doubled and my eyes were wide. I began to completely resist their attempts to guide me through the door and into this strange house. My efforts were completely ignored as my head was forced backwards by my hair and I had to walk on my tip toes into the room to try and alleviate the pull on my scalp. The music filled me, and as the grip on my hair was released, I looked around me for the first time.

Men. Lots of them. My first estimate would be seven or eight of them. Seven was correct. Some were sat, some were stood. They all stopped what they were doing  upon my arrival and stared at my naked battered body. One of them turned to Jon: ‘Is there any of her left?! She looks a mess mate.’ Jon was quick to pass the book, ‘Don’t look at me! I’m not the one with the temper!’ Adrian laughed as he then told everyone in the room how I had pissed all over his hand and then got what I deserved. My face was deep red with the humiliation. Not only was I stood completely naked in front of seven strange men – not including Adrian and Jon – but now they all knew I had pissed myself!

Neither Jon or Adrian were holding on to me. I wondered what the chances were of me making a run for it. But I had no idea which direction I would run to, and there were so many people around I wouldn’t make it very far at all, and then I would be made to regret it. I stayed where I was, my sore eyes producing more tears. The room I was stood in was quite large and modern, the music had been turned down as they continued to discuss me. ‘I’ve had one hand in her cunt, but left her ass for you lot if you want it.’ Adrian offered. I was struggling to take this all in. ‘I’ll set her up in here shall I? The usual place?’ The host who greeted us as the door nodded his head. I was led over to what appeared to be a solid wooden pole protruding from the floor in the middle of the living room. It was about four inches in diameter, and Jon made sure I was hovering over it. The end of it just brushed my pussy lips, and Jon knelt down to adjust it, I couldn’t stop myself  and I stepped away, turned.... Unfamiliar arms caught me before I could move away any further. I was continually attempting to say no, but the tape still held my lips shut. Jon was turning the wooden pole clockwise, making it get higher and higher – a little like those chairs you get in photo booths. As the pole entered my pussy, he carried on screwing it in. Further and further up until the pressure of it on my cervix forced me to stand on my toes. Jon still carried on pushing it up into me till I was screaming. Again.

One of the men told me to look up. A strange request really, but I did as he asked. All I could see was the ceiling. ‘Look further up’ He said. I had to bend my neck to a ninety degree angle backwards to see another pole coming from the ceiling, a little thinner in diameter than the one impaling my pussy on it. The penny on this one didn’t drop till I tried to bring my head forward again. One man grabbed my hair and kept my head snapped painfully backwards. As the pole coming from the ceiling was twisted,  I realised it was aiming straight towards my face. The tape was ripped from my lips, and in this position I had no choice but to open my mouth as the wooden pole was pushed into it, first pushing onto my tongue, then travelling further down my throat until I began to cough around it. It wasn’t cutting off my air, but it was right at the back of my throat. I couldn’t move my head anywhere now as I stood on my tip toes, making a strange gargling noise as I tried to protest.  Now that I had been there around thirty seconds, the strain of the position was already taking its toll, mostly on my feet, neck and mouth, which was forced wide open and unable to shut due to this impalement.

‘Ahhhg, Ahhhg...’ I kept saying, over and over. It was just about the only noise I could make. The only thing I could see now was the plane white painted ceiling. I was shaking by now, terrified of how I would be treated. Judging by the fact that these people were obviously Adrian and Jon’s friends, I knew I wasn’t going to be treated in a good way. The atmosphere in the room began to be an excited buzz of anticipation. The smell of alcohol along with cigarettes was all around me. Incidentally I had not had a cigarette since Jon and Adrian had woke me up, and now I was severely craving one. I wouldn’t have said no to the offer of alcohol either. What I did receive, was some very strange tasting water. It was poured around the sides of the pole and I was helpless to stop it trickle down my throat. If I didn’t swallow it I would have choked. Of course I still choked, I had no way of swallowing properly and couldn’t control the flow as someone else was doing the pouring. Spluttering some out, it felt like they were trying to feed me a pint of it! When the man finally stopped, he went away and returned with even more of the foul tasting stuff. I tried to sound off about it but he only increased the amount he poured into my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it down. When he came back a third time I was struggling so much that the inside of my pussy and throat were being battered by the wooden poles.

While I stood on my toes and rendered almost completely and expertly immobile by just two wooden poles and a pair of handcuffs, Jon and Adrian told more stories of their fun they had had so far with me. The one with the air enema and gas mask got good results from the group, some of them fell about laughing and didn’t stop for ages.  Suddenly one voice I didn’t recognise attempted to quiet the lot of them. ‘Ok ok, let’s do this. You all know the rules’ I was listening quietly, intent on getting a clue of what lay in store for me. The voice continued. ‘Names in the hat, you all have ten minutes each to do what you want with her – except you can’t come. No coming till later, and don’t worry, she’ll still be awake and fighting because she’s just been force fed a gram of amphetamines mixed with water!’ Upon hearing this I was utterly horrified, my attempts at screams were heightened with added urgency as I realised I had drugs in my system, and then there was the fact that for the next two hours I would have to endure their unthinkable sadism. If Adrian and Jon were playing this game that would add up to ninety minutes of torment for me. My panic seemed to rise above a normal level, and I realised that was probably the speed kicking in. I had never tried it before and hadn’t planned to. I had never been too bothered about drugs, I always felt I didn’t have the right frame of mind to be taking things that made me feel different. I had once tried cannabis and I either had too much, or it didn’t like me, because all I felt was an extreme paranoia which overcame me and took hours to shake off. This experience had put me off dabbling in drugs for good. For now though there was absolutely nothing I could do. What I didn’t know here was that a gram of speed was a lot for a regular amphetamine user to take in one go, let alone someone who has never tried it. I was already in a gross state of anxiety, and knowing these drugs can heighten any emotional state - I knew I was seriously in for it.

As the game was officially declared open, I listened to the rustling sounds of paper as one guys hand plunged into a bowl full of folded up names.  It felt like an age before the name was read out, during which I could also hear the sounds of my breath. It resembled that of a panting dog as it was quick and my tongue was pushed out slightly by the wooden pole. My teeth were dug in to the wood too. I couldn’t see that there were teeth marks there already, made by the previous occupants of the poles impaled into me from above and below.

‘Gaz!’ A name was finally shouted, followed by the loud jeer of the rest. Bottles chinked together as a man apparently named ‘Gaz’ got up to approach me. The others reminded him he would be timed, and they sat on sofas drinking their beers, watching the show.

I could almost hear my heartbeat now, banging so hard in my chest. I wished I was anywhere but here. My panting continued erratically as his hands touched me for the first time. He squeezed my breasts as hard as he could causing me agonising pain. This was nothing compared to what I was destined to endure. Gaz produced a staple gun, holding it up in the air and in front of my eyes so I could see his plans. His arousal was obviously heightened with the knowledge that I knew what was about to happen to me and could do absolutely not a thing to stop him. He pressed it into the side of my breast and squeezed the handle closed, shooting a twenty millimetre industrial staple into the side of my tit. I yelped and squirmed but he was already moving to the next spot. He was making a steady staple trail from the base of my breast near my armpit, quickly closing in towards my sensitive nipples. The staples seemed to penetrate my skin effortlessly and my yelps were falling on deaf ears. After some of my previous tortures, this seemed more manageable, and it was a small victory inside my head. As if reading my mind, Gaz upped his efforts to cause me more pain. The first shock came when he positioned the staple gun right over one nipple, so that one side of the sharpened staples would pierce directly into my milk duct. As it shot in I was screaming with everything I had. These guys didn’t seem too worried about the noise I was making. Gaz went for it again, only moving the outer edge of the staple round a little, and soon I had two staples directly embedded into the tip of my nipple. My legs were now shaking from the strain of standing on my toes for so long, it was impossible to get any lower because the pole was so far up me I feared it would perforate into my womb. As Gaz carried on with his goal of filling my nipple with as many staples as he could, I was starting to feel the effects of the amphetamines more and more.

As every staple was driven into me, the waves of sharp pain felt like they were rippling outwards around the source of the pain, as if a stone had been thrown into a pond – only more painful. My head had started to tingle and I could feel my heart beating rapidly now. My eyes were also darting from side to side, along with the stab of each staple being driven into me, I expected any second to be hit, stabbed or worse. I was so panicked now that my breathing began to get out of control and I felt sick. This would be the worst possible time to be sick because I would almost certainly choke on my own vomit and die. Actually if I did that and died, then all this pain would stop! I thought to myself with amazing clarity, before realising I wasn’t acting normally. What was normal anymore?

Gaz had now made a pretty fan shape with his stapling talents. The centre of the fan was my nipple, now covered in blood and throbbing so much I wondered if it would explode. By now I was struggling and making a constant noise which I couldn’t stop for fear of the pain being worse if I was quiet – l knew that the effects of the speed had taken hold now, paranoia was surging. Although it felt like an hour to me, Gaz had only been working on me for five minutes and so he did the same to my other nipple before his time was up and another name was pulled out and read out loud to the now drunken gang of evil lunatics.

Darren was up next. His intentions were made immediately clear that he wanted to hurt me more than the rest could. He held up his hand above my face so I could see what his hand contained. It was a small flick knife, which he then extended to reveal its sharp long thin blade. He went on to spit on the blade itself and moved behind me. I tensed up, but couldn’t seem to hold myself tensed as I lost more control over my body. ‘Aaaarrreeegh!’ I managed as I felt the cold wet blade slide easily between my ass cheeks. Darren used his fingers to part my cheeks as far as he could given my legs were closed, but it was enough for him to be able to insert the blade all the way into my ass including some of the handle too. He let my cheeks close around it, but spoke to me before releasing it from his grasp. ‘If you let that knife fall out, I’m gonna use a nail gun to drive these ten inch nails into your tits. As soon as he let the knife go with his hand it began to slide out of me. I had no idea if it was cutting me, I tried to clench my muscles, but I couldn’t clench enough to stop it from sliding. Maybe it was the drugs, or even the huge wooden pole up my pussy, or both, but as it fell clear out of my ass within seconds. My ears rang with laughter and joy from my captors.

‘eeagh goooh ahhhhgh!’ Which was me saying ‘please stop this!’ The group were now quite loud in their jeering and I was virtually unheard as the huge nail gun was pressed to the side of my breast. I heard the nail go off, but it took a few seconds to feel the white hot pain that seared through my breast. I now felt I had the strength of ten men as my struggling attempts grew more violent. Not caring now if I ripped the insides of my pussy and my throat, I couldn’t stand anymore! I had to though. The drugs were keeping me from passing out and I seemed to be able to feel everything amplified by a thousand. Oddly now though, I didn’t seem to be able to cry. The nail had passed in to one side of my breast, and out of the other. He quickly shot another in my left breast, not giving me enough time to feel it before aiming yet another agonising shot, straight down from the top of my breast through to the bottom. Repeating it on my other tit, I was now criss-crossed with nails. The staples were left untouched for now.

My groans were now low moans of pure suffering. I was too engulfed in my own grief to realise I was now on the receiving end of someone else’s wretchedness. All I could see was the ceiling as I ground my teeth further into the wooden pole, still keeping my neck stretched painfully backwards. Sweat was pouring off me now and my mouth was so dry my tongue was stuck to the pole. My legs were still shaking and I began to take my weight off one leg to give it some relief before swapping to the other. This gave them an idea.

The nail gun had already had its turn, so whoever was having their ten minutes with me now was holding onto some smaller nails and a hammer. He dropped himself to his knees and pressed my pussy lips onto the pole. He held the point of the nail on the outside and hit it twice, hammering the nail and my pussy lip to the wooden pole. At this point, my screams had become silent. There wasn’t a noise I could make to fully portray the distress I felt.  The evil bastard used three nails on each lip, pinning my lips around the huge intrusion. Constant screaming on my part only seemed to egg them on, and the guy knelt at my feet twisted the impaling post, pulling my nailed pussy lips around with it. He kept on twisting from side to side before one final sharp twist rendered me unconscious.

When I woke up there were a few arms which had been steadying me. The post had somehow been lowered without being screwed so that I was now able to stand on my feet instead of my tiptoes, but the nails remained in my pussy lips. This slight adjustment of the pussy post (which they were now calling it) caused them to have to lengthen the pole which was lodged in my throat.

The steadying hands left me when it was thought I was able to hold my own weight again. The next hour was a complete blur of pure suffering. No staple or nail was removed, only added to. Some of the men etched obscenities onto my skin on various parts of my body, one stubbed out his cigarette in my asshole, leaving the butt hanging out. The torture seemed endless, and what made it unbearable was that fact that the drugs kept me from feeling exhausted. I was wide awake and fighting and struggling with each new affliction. 

Sticky with sweat and blood, my voice was now none existent as I had been screaming constantly for the past ninety minutes or so. A joke was made that I lasted as long as a football match... ‘She got no half time though’ One slurred. ‘Hey Darren did you bring that stun gun?’ My ears pricked up and I hoped to god I had misheard. ‘Good plan my man’ I heard Jon say. An extremely loud cracking noise made me jump out of my skin. The sound of a 950,000v taser was not a positive sound when parts of me had been skewered with nails and pieced with staples, all metal.

‘No’ I whispered. The prongs touched my stapled nipples and I jolted aggressively around as the current was conducted directly into the soft tissues of my nipples. My involuntary movements lasted seconds after the taser shut off. This caused the upmost pain in my pussy lips, as I could not avoid tugging myself around the pole. I also felt overwhelmingly confused after each hit with the electricity. There were more than ten long nails skewering through my breasts at this point. Pain was seemingly engulfing me intensely now as the taser was held on long enough for me to fall deeply unconscious again.

Usually after passing out, I would come round no more than a minute later. When they realised I wasn’t coming to, they pulled out the nails in my pussy lips, pulled the poles out of me and laid my limp body on to the wooden floor. One of the men was even kind enough to remove my handcuffs – I had been wearing them now for approximately eight hours. My wrists were a mess. Bloodied and swollen, not really any different from the rest of me.

After ten minutes of being out cold, my eyes finally decided to attempt to open. The drugs kicked in again straight away as a new surge of energy rose up from within me. Had I been in a normal frame of mind, I may have thought this through more. Taking into account that my tits were a mangled mess of nails and staples, plus everything else. For one thing, I had absolutely no where to run or hide. I scrambled wildly to get away from these mad men. My arms flailing around, blood pouring out of my tits and onto the floor, it was a blur of pain and adrenaline but it was soon put to an abrupt end when I was firmly held onto the hard floor.

My eyes were wild and full of anguish, each limb was now pinned down and again I seemed to be stuck on saying the word ‘No’ over and over and over until one of the men placed his hand around my mouth claiming I was getting annoying. ‘Why do you always have to give them that shit Dean?’ Dean was the man who had met us earlier that evening as we entered his house via the garage. Dean shrugged and grinned boyishly making some of the others fall about drunkenly giggling. The one with his hand over my mouth looked what I can only describe as slightly sympathetic towards me. I couldn’t forget though that it was him who had earlier engraved the word ‘WHORE’ in huge letters down my leg with a knife. He spoke to me gently now and I listened intently to him. ‘Is there anything I can do to help? You’re not going to get out of here, and we aint done yet either so don’t bother wasting your breath with shit like that.’ He let his hand off my mouth as I whispered one word: ‘Cigarette’

Some of them protested to this, saying I was a dirty fucking slut who didn’t deserve anything but being fucked and wasted. ‘What had I done in my life to deserve this?’ I thought desperately. My life had been pretty normal up until Jon and Adrian had plucked me from it and brought me into this horrific state of affairs. Ok granted I didn’t have a job, money was tight, but I viewed myself as being kind and tried to enjoy what I did have in life... which was my family, friends and my beloved dog. They must be looking for me right now, they had to be. I tried to forget I had argued with my mum the day before I was taken and told her I wanted to run away from this town and find a job. What I didn’t know at this point was that on the night I was dragged out of my kitchen and into that little out-house of theirs, while Adrian was stretching my pussy with his hand, Jon had gone into my house and packed a bag of my belongings. He had also taken my mobile phone, and when morning came he had sent a text to my mum saying I was feeling a little down and had gone away for a while, adding that they shouldn’t look for me as I needed to be alone. He had then switched the phone off believing he had bought them some time to do what they wanted to me before bringing me here, three hundred miles away from home.

My mum would surely have known that this wasn’t at all like me and that I would never just leave. I would have at least rang to tell her I am ok! On the other hand, the police would see it just as Jon and Adrian knew they would. As I was now, I believed that people would be looking for me. I had to believe this because I had nothing else to hang onto!

A lit cigarette was pushed into my lips and I inhaled deeply. This one small act of kindness gave me an ounce of hope that they may let me live when they finish with me. They let me smoke it all and I was actually grateful to them for the first time. I knew it was an odd appreciation, but it was enough to calm me down. I wanted this cigarette to last forever. It did not. There was some discussion over whether the nails and staples should be taken out now. After agreeing they should be removed, I braced myself as they were pulled out one by one. My voice was gone, so the screams and cries were all silent, my tits were two bloody and bruised pulps and I now had to accept what I knew I had coming next.

There were nine of them in total. They all had the same intentions in the end, and they were not going to stop fucking me until every cock in that room had shot its load either on me or inside me. I prayed what followed would be quick and painless. If there was a god, he wasn’t listening to me right now.