Neighbours From Hell

My hands were tied with a simple knot together behind my back and I heard the first of many zips being undone. The sweaty male was soon on top of me and forcing himself inside my battered and bruised pussy. I had no voice left now and my protests couldn’t be heard above the noise in the room. My efforts were soon squashed though when another cock was stuffed into my mouth and I was basically spit roasted while groping hands mauled every part of my body. As soon as one cock had finished, the next would replace it, by this time my eyes were shut and I was starting to shut off. Shutting off is virtually impossible when being fucked from all angles. No care was taken to avoid my wounds, one man even slapped my brand because he wanted me to fight more. I was being dragged from one part of the room to another, at some point there was a cock in my ass, one in my pussy and one in my mouth – god knows how they were doing this, I was being manoeuvred  and stretched into every position they could think of, and they were definitely not being gentle about it either. Each thrust was so hard I was jerking this way and that, the ones fucking my throat were choking me until I was retching and heaving. They couldn’t have cared less if I had thrown up, in fact I wondered if they were actually trying to achieve this.

While fingers probed inside my pussy, my ass was being fucked, I attempted to curl up as small as I could, my brain was struggling to comprehend this rape and I was appearing to be on autopilot. Some violent slaps to my face forced me to cry out and fight them and I was suddenly picked up and thrown towards a large male with a cock the size of a horse. I was sprawled across the man and he held me there on top of his sweaty naked body, his breath stinking of beer, his eyes full of hate.

‘Ride me.’ He ordered. They had fucked me, now they wanted me to fuck them.... no fucking way. An extremely sharp jolting pain emanated from my side as I jerked around on top of the man. He had the stun gun pressed into me as he repeated his order. My legs were shaking as I climbed on top of his huge shaft and slid my gaping pussy down it as far as I could. It was so big I couldn’t get it all the way in but he soon helped me by grabbing my shoulders and pushing me all the way down onto it causing me to scrabble around. He was bucking his hips so quick I was bouncing all over the place, my boobs hitting my chin on every thrust.

There was no such thing as a clock to me now. There was no point in thinking of time, because I could see no end in this torture. I no longer even tried to scream, only let my silent tears fall around me. I concentrated on where they landed to take my mind away from this horrific ordeal I was being subjected to. One rather large tear fell onto my bouncing breast and splashed onto the man’s face. He didn’t even notice. The next tear fell directly onto his chest and stayed there in its salty tear form. I watched it as it tried to find an exit so it could roll down his side and land on the floor. After that I was quite disappointed that I had stopped crying.

I don’t know when it all stopped, but all of a sudden I came to realise that no one was touching me, not one was fucking me. I was weakly laying in a heap on the wooden flooring, spunk and blood covered nearly every inch of me as I lay almost lifeless on the floor. My breathing was still rapid, but I didn’t try to move. I was too exhausted. I watched with wide eyes the men as some of them pulled back on their jeans while others sat with their flaccid penis’s hanging out.

As one of them approached me I felt the fear return. If there was one thing in this world I wanted right now it was to be just left the hell alone. I felt at that moment that if one more person touched any part of me I would die. Of course I didn’t get to die.

I was carried up some steps. My legs were weak, my hands still bound behind my back. This house seemed to have more than just two floors because it took a long time to ascend. The house was modern, with plane white walls everywhere and no decorative items to look at. It looked almost clinical. All the doors were wooden and engraved and I noticed each one was different as I was carried by them. The man carrying me was silent and so was his accomplice. My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow and in a horse whisper I asked if I could have some water. My request was ignored and we finally came to a metal door which I was carried through. The room was large and the smell was over powering. It smelt old and dirty. In the middle of the room was a strange looking table. It had four legs, but the surface wasn’t solid, it looked like a large steel panel from a dog cage. The legs also made it about 4ft high. I was placed on top of it and I struggled a little while they untied my hands and laid me on my back. The bottom panel I was laid on had a large square area that was not  criss-crossed with steel. Of course my ass was positioned over this part for easy access for them later. It wasn’t very comfortable as my skin poked through the bottom and I knew it would only get worse. It always did.

The men worked quickly on me, tying my wrists down next to my head and my ankles wide apart. ‘I want to go home’ I whispered. The man only looked at me and shrugged. ‘Please can I just have some water?’ He ignored me again and carried on with the task. He walked over to the tiled wall and pulled a lever. It was at that point I first looked up to see the top half of the large dog cage panel lowering itself on to me. As it got closer I wondered how much they were lowering it because soon I wouldn’t have room to move at all! As it got an inch next to my nose I snapped my head to the side as I felt the metal cage touch my tits first, then everywhere else. The ropes lowering it down were now slackened as the cage rested on the top of my body. One of the men held it firmly down on me while the other found the tools he needed.

He came back with a handful of metal tie wraps and a drill which made me squirm around with nerves. Each corner of the top of the cage was fastened to the other. I was sandwiched in-between the two cage panels now, almost to the point of being completely crushed as he kept on tightening it, making sure both my nipples were stuck out between the steel mesh. Every part of me was now rendered immobile. The cage crushed my face to one side, my stomach, my legs, everything. My tits were the most crushed though and deep breaths were becoming hard to take. I Had started to sniff and sob while they both added more of the steel ties, the noise of the drill was only adding to my torment. By the time they had finished crushing me between the two cage panels I was terrified. I could only move my fingers and toes. My feet too were crushed to the sides pointing directly away from each other. When the sounds of the drilling subsided, my constant low moans were filling the room.

My naked body was now severely crushed between the two cage panels, with every breath I took my discomfort grew worse. ‘Ooow, ow, owww!’ I wailed, but the men continued pottering around me. One paused to push his finger to his lips signalling that he advised me to shut up. I could do nothing but lay completely still while they worked. They were removing the legs that held the bottom cage panel up, so I was now suspended completely in mid-air, swinging gently with every slight movement I tried to make. One of the men left the room and returned with a glass of water with a straw to let me drink. I drank the lot and still wanted more. He seemed to read my mind and returned again with more water. It was after I had drank the pint and half of water that I realised I hadn’t urinated all night and my bladder was telling me I needed to go. ‘I need to pee’ The response was odd: ‘Hold it.’ I had a while to go till I was desperate anyway.

I was squirming constantly now, trying to find any form of comfort I could but it was no use, I was pressed in too tightly and my skin was now an array of square bumps in the shape of the cage. When they lowered it to the floor and stood me up vertically the discomfort immediately turned to pain as I felt my skin stretch, the cage holding on to it. I was growling, but trying not to cause too much of a fuss. One of the men was holding the cage propped up while the other got in-between made use of the hole to access between my legs. He only had to touch my pussy and I was attempting screaming, my voice was long gone now. He parted my swollen and bloodied lips and pulled the hood of my clitoris back. The agony of such a normal act was excruciating. When I felt a sharp prick I realised they were shoving some kind of tube inside my uthrea. ‘No! No, what are you doing?’ I said as I felt the most intense urge to piss... but I couldn’t. They had fastened a tap to the end of the tube and it was closed. The feeling soon passed but I was now worried.

The cage was brought back horizontally and I was lifted high off the floor once again, which provided some relief to my skin at least. My neck was aching from being stuck in the 90 degree position and I could still feel the tube protruding from my bladder.

The two men left for a while and I was alone. Too many thoughts can arise from being left alone with one view of a plane tiled wall. My mind was absolutely racing with mostly thoughts of terror. I didn’t want to die, but the possibility of that looked quite high. Dean suddenly burst through the door making me jump. He didn’t look at my terrorized face, just walked towards my feet. I then recognised Gaz and then Darren enter, along with the two men who put me in here. While the door was still open I could hear the sounds of the continuing party going on downstairs. For just a second I closed my eyes and imagined that I was at some party, just upstairs and having a good time. The door slammed shut, and now all I heard were the deep breaths they were taking at the anticipation of torturing an already tortured young girl.

I couldn’t see, but Dean was clipping some wires onto the cage panels which were connected to a plastic covered box he was holding. It had many switches and dials on it and it was to be something that I would live to despise in the coming hours. Gaz then came at me with more water. I told him I wasn’t thirsty now but he pushed the straw to my lips anyway and told me to drink. I sucked on it a little before stopping, and when I did stop I felt the most enormous pain in every part of my body. My muscles all tensed up and I bit the straw with my teeth, the volts passed into me causing violent screams to emit from my mouth.

‘Drink all of it’ I didn’t hesitate. There was no way I would be provoking another shock! When I had finished the pint of water Gaz went to get another, and again I was forced to drink it all at the threat of being electrocuted. I was beginning to feel bloated now with the water, and I was worried about that fact I couldn’t pee if I wanted to. Maybe that was the point? And as soon as I thought that I knew it was. In the past few days I had come to know what dread was, and each time it crept upon me it was no easier to cope with.  More tears welled up in my eyes as I finished the 2nd pint and a third was brought in to me. ‘Please I don’t want any more, I already need to piss now, please don’t make meaaAAARGGGGHHH’ More electricity was cruelly conducted into my body via the steel coated copper cage I was crushed in. When it stopped I quickly swallowed the water until it was all gone. Thank god they didn’t bring anymore. I could feel my bladder filling by the second, and my bloated belly was pressing more against the cage now than it was.

Dean unclipped the wires and took them out of the room, returning with a hose pipe. ‘Bath time!’ He explained. The hose was attached to a tap in the wall and turned on at full force. The others stood back while the freezing cold jet hit my body, spraying me all over and occasionally stopping to rub my exposed bumps of skin which were protruding out of the cage. The strong force of the water felt like knives stabbing me and opening my many wounds I had incurred. The hardest part was when he was spraying my face. He reached inside the cage to hold my nose forcing me to open my mouth as the water hit my tounge. I couldn’t breath and was struggling like a mad woman. I was mad. Why was this happening?!

After an age it finally stopped and Adrian walked into the room to check on my progress. ‘How ya getting on kid?’ My only reply was deep open sobs. He only grinned and said: ‘Lovely. I brought something from home I thought you might like.’ My eyes widened immediately. Adrian watched them carefully, knowing exactly how I would react. He showed me the same device that he and Jon had used at their house. The long tube and inflatable balloon that had been lodged inside my ass, keeping me from releasing first the air that had been pumped inside me, and then the cold water. I remembered it well and I certainly did not want to be reacquainted with it! I was dripping wet and unable to do a thing about my situation. By now my mind had virtually shut off any thoughts of getting out of here. I didn’t accept it of course, but I knew now that if they wanted to do something, they would do it, and there was no point in trying to reason with them. I still tried to keep this in mind when the now familiar tube was pushed inside my ass. I felt them insert the toughened balloon that I knew would be made agonizingly large within the next few minutes. It was. It was much worse this time. My bladder was getting fuller and every slight movement reminded me how much I needed to pee right now.

After the balloon had yet again been pumped up to the size of a large tennis ball, I had stopped fighting and moaning and let them get on with it. They were going to kill me I knew it. Before they could put anything inside my bowels they discussed that I should be flipped over onto my front. I didn’t like the idea because I knew that gravity would cause my tits to become more crushed, not to mention my stomach and bladder. They flipped me over though and I was soon facing the floor. My need to pee was now progressing from being uncomfortable to being painful. I shut my eyes tight letting more tears fall away from my eyes.

‘Oooh, I’ll just go get that bottle of tobacco sauce before you  put water in her. We can mix it up.’ I heard one say. ‘Good idea mate.’

As the whole bottle of tobacco sauce was emptied down the tube I laid perfectly still and sobbing openly. I had stopped protesting and begging, it did no good. The thick sauce had blocked the tube up, but the hose was now connected up to me and the flow of water soon moved the stuff right inside me along with freezing cold water. The tap was left on as they watched in silence. It didn’t take long for the agony to start, and when it did, it really did. There are no words to explain how bad it was. I couldn’t move a muscle and with the Tabasco mixed water filling me up as I was crushed, I could not stop the screams as they raged out of me. My stomach was swelling to large proportions and was soon having an even bigger effect on my breathing while sandwiched between the cage. They turned the tap off when they saw me struggling to breathe. The hose was disconnected and the tube hanging out of me plugged. The water inside me was going nowhere.

My ears were ringing with pain. I needed to pee so bad I thought I would explode. When Dean once again connected the wires to the cage, I thought that this was it. He clipped the little box with the dials on it to the top of the cage and fiddled with the settings.

‘Right, you listening?’ I grunted my reply through waves of agony. ‘We’re gonna leave you like this now. I don’t know how long you will last but I am pretty sure it may take some days for you to die’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was it? This was how I am going to die? ‘NOAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!’ The jolt was huge. I was still wet from being hosed down and the electricity was amplified. I felt as if my bladder would explode. ‘That’s another thing I had to tell you. That little box is set up now so that if you make any noise at all, it will give you a nice little shock to keep you quiet.’ Upon hearing this I shut my lips as if that may stop me from making any noise. Unfortunately a little ‘Mmm’ slipped out from me and another jolt hit me immediately. ‘Not a sound Liz.’ I breathed through my nose as tears fell like a torrent from my eyes. I was devastated. ‘If you keep quiet you’re death will be less painful.’ My nose was blocked with snot now as I tried to let this sink in. I knew this situation was horrific, but I wasn’t ready to die yet. The men began to filter out of the room. Adrian waved goodbye at me causing my face to crumple in despair. Before Dean left, he grabbed one end of the cage and pulled it towards one end of the room, letting it go I swung fast to the other side, then back. All the water inside me churned around causing the most agonising cramp to tear through me. Another jolt ripped into me as my mind failed to keep me from making a sound.

Dean left as I swung wildly around the room, filled with water and tortured by my own voice. When the door was shut and I was left to myself I began to panic wildly. Trying with all my strength to move anywhere I could, but each movement caused inexplicable pain in my bladder and bowel which were both full to the point of rupture. I was desperately trying to pee but the tap was shut and it had nowhere to go. Every so often I would accidentally make a sound and the volts would be passed into me causing wave after wave of pain as I tried not to scream to no avail.

I must have fallen unconscious because I awoke sharply to another jolt of electricity through me. Obviously there was more fight in me yet. My next tactic was to try and force the ball out of my ass. I tried for 15 minutes. Straining against it with everything I had. At first it felt stuck fast, but when after 15 minutes and many electric shocks I felt it move the slightest bit, I was suddenly gripped with optimism. After another 15 minutes and even more electrical shocks, I felt like I was making progress. The huge inflatable blocking the tobacco sauce water in my bowels was now seconds away from coming out. It hurt like hell, but adrenaline had taken over now and I had a goal. With one huge push, it suddenly came flying out at some force, hitting the catheter tap on its way out and suddenly all the water that had been there some hours was now making its way out of both holes. I was so relieved I actually threw up. I couldn’t believe I had done it! I lay panting and exhausted from my exertions. Still crushed but not to the extent I was when filled with water. I soon realised the tobacco was burning me like hot pokers, but for once I could deal with that pain, this pain was nothing compared to what I just endured.

Eventually I fell into a deep sleep and didn’t dare think about what would happen when they found out their plans to kill me this time had failed. It almost certainly meant that what they did next would be much worse.