delight help me. They've left me alone-for now. But they'll be back. And they'll do something even worse, even more horrible. I don't be intimate how that's possible, after all they've done to me, to my body. But I know they'll find a way. Find something even more fearsome to drive into my twat, to thrust cruelly ups my hemorrhage ass. Please help oneself me.

I am so ashamed. So humiliated. He seemed so nice, you know ? Trainer at the gym, handsome, buff, good story. David. His name is David. Gentle in his counselling, his hand on my waist sending tingles through my physical structure. I wanted him. Oh, near God, I did, I wanted him. How was I to know he wanted me in this horrendous way ?

Oh, this hurts so badly ! Dildos shoved inside me, filling me, stretching me so painfully. St. David says I'll thank him for the stretch. Oh, please help me.

It was just a pattern day, you know ? I'm a school teacher. I was a schoolteacher. I'm a"fuck toy"now. That's what they tell me. What they laugh as they force their cocks into me. A school teacher, 5th tier. I left the school, went to the home to visit my grannie, then came to the gym late to obviate the bunch. I always come in deep, leave at closing. A normal day. Did my routine, Saint David there, attentive, so very attractive. Smiling. He always smiled when he looked at me. He still does.

After my workout, I hit the sweat room. Towel open, leaning back, eyes closed. So impressed with myself, with my dead body. Touching my breasts-I've always thought they were too big, but others seem to like them. 34D. Touching my pussy just a little-clean shaven, soft. set up to pull the towel shut should anyone come in, though I knew no one would. I drowsed, drifted.

fourth dimension to leave. I stood, pulled my towel around me, and reached for the threshold. Locked ? Oh, no. I began tugging, calling out. affright insurrection as my vociferation went unanswered. Sweating, shaking-what if they'd left for the night ? Time passing, feeling faint. Would I die in here ? lamb Jesus, I wish I had.

Then the threshold opening, strong coat of arms lifting me from the floor. Being laid out-massage table ? Weight bench ? I couldn't tell. aplomb air on my bare pelt. Saint David ? Jacques Louis David. Thank goodness. My arms being pulled above my head, what was he doing ? Tying me ? Tying me ! I struggled weakly, mumbled his name as my weapon system were securely bound. My point lolled over the border as I struggled to overturn it As he dragged my legs to the sides of the table, pulled my rose hip to the very edge of the table, commenced binding them, I began to grasp what was going on. Began to shinny. He was silent, focused, forcing my pegleg, one at a time, down. Securing them. I looked at him for the first time, my visual sensation still blurred. His expression so distant. I screamed thinly.

He didn't even look at me. Just reached into a drawer and pulled out-what was that ? I didn't know at first. He walked around the table, grasped my chief, and forced my jaws out-of-doors. So strong. Where was everyone, why wasn't anyone helping me ? A metal ring was forced behind my dentition, stretching my mouth open wide. Then a leather strap, something slipping through the ring and into my mouth. I was silenced. I began to cry. But, God forgive me, I was a little energise, too. His trunk, so built, tanned muscular tissue moving smoothly as he walked around me, surveying his work, examining me. I thought maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I actually started to get wet. Oh, I hate myself for that.

He walked away, I couldn't see him. What was he doing ? And then the door opened, and I heard, I realized. More men, many men. Oh, no ! I began to clamber wildly, writhing against my bonds. men grabbing, squeezing.

"Let's have some Holy Order here,"David spoke with authority,"I told you all how this is going to go down-it's going to be on film, so let's do it right."The men backed off, and St. David began giving instructions.

"You, Mike-her straits. You difficult ? Good-wait until I tell you take it out. Don't shoot your pant off, just slide them down to your thighs when I say go, okay ? Remember the camera down there."The man stood above my face, grinning like a kid in a candy store. I shook my head fiercely. No, this wasn't happening !

"Steve, you in her slit, wait for it. Just take your spot-you intemperate ? Okay then. When I say go, unzip, pants around ANKLES, okay ? There's a tv camera right below you-don't be nervous, we just want a thoroughly shot of you slamming into her, you good with that ?"This man moved to remain firm between my legs, the genitals of his denim just brushing my liquid kitty-cat. He nodded, smiling.

"free for all on the tits-who wants to mount up and fuck her tits ? motive someone tall with strong legs-goanna be a job staying up there, don't want any mistakes."A man stepped forward-black, built. Saint David looked him over, then nodded his approval."Perfect, take your clothes off–now, I need everyone else to plunk for off a bit, take your shaft out. Stroke ‘ em, keep open ‘ em firmly, but don't cum."

I moaned, pulled at the straps holding me in position for them. Saint David moved through the room, turning on tv camera, aiming, focusing. Then turned them on, one after the other.

"Go."

manpower on my head, strap being pulled off. I began to shout wildly, whipping my head back and Forth. The man wrapped his handwriting in my hair, held my head still. His peter pushed past my back talk, I was helpless to block up it. In my mouthpiece, salty. I shrieked around it, he laughed.

"Deeper, Mike-pull her chief down further toward the floor, it'll spread out up her throat,"Jacques Louis David spoke like a teacher to a student,"I need you all the way in, so your Ball are hitting her nose, you're completely buried in her font, okay ? And remember, to pull out almost all the way between virgule so the television camera under can catch that full stroke. motley it-fast, dull. Do some wiggling, the camera loves that. And shit certain you come in her oral fissure, start in the throat then pulls forward so she chokes AND we get a money shot, some cum dribbling out. Got it ?"

Mike nodded, yanked my head down toward the floor. He drove his cock deeper into my throat. I couldn't intimation, his pubic hair up my nose, my throat stretched so wet. I fought, gagging, my pharynx working to tug him out. Oh, God, please, let me breathe ! He pulled slowly back, and I drew a heroic hint before he pushed back in.

"Okay, Steve, pants down, fuck her. I want this hard, rich, and fast. bottom out every time, really go her-hard enough that her tits are dancing, okey ? hold on your hands on her hips so they don't auction block the television camera. And don't get her ready-dry fucks get the comfortably motion."

And then a huge cock, pressing, forcing. Tearing me, oh, it hurt so bad ! I screamed around the cock in my oral cavity, my back arched, my coxa bucked against my will. I knew it was what they wanted, but oh, it hurt ! !

And then the fucking. Hard, slamming me, his huge cock grinding in again and again, pummelling my cervix, my white meat jumping up and down with his vicious thrusts. Over and over he ripped into me, driving me forward so my face was fucking the swollen instrument in my mouth. I gagged, writhed, choked.

"Okay, slow it down-long, slow fortuity, hold inside for a few seconds-this is for both of you. Looking for good stillness here,"David was pacing, watching my rape from all angles, analysing."O.K., you-up on the tabular array. span her, put some of this oil between her tits, and fuck them hard."He frowned as he handed over the bottle of oil,"Don't cum until I tell you to-let me know when you are close."The bootleg man nodded, climbed up on my belly. His prick was jumbo, rough. I was actually gladiola he was on my knocker and not inside me. Hot oil on my breast, slathered between them. Then forced roughly together, his cock brushing my throat with every stroke.

Triple fucked, breasts, case, and twat. I kept struggling-there had to be some way out of this. By my count, there were a dozen, at least. I had to escape !

"okay, one minute !"David called out, looking at his sentinel,"I want you all to cum in one minute !"The thrusting became phrenetic, wild, the men grunting and groaning as they fucked me. The shaft in my backtalk driving in and out as it fucked my face furiously, balls slapping my nose, belly pushing into my Kuki-Chin. The putz in my kitty slammed into me, bruising my inside with it are hammering. The man on my breasts heaved, moaned loudly as his climax approached. And then the man fucking my nerve came-my throat constricted as the waves of hot, sour kindling flooded my mouth. I gagged, choked as it threatened to drown me. I worked my throat, struggling to live with the interminable stream of cum. He pulled out, spewing the last of his jizz on my back talk, my Kuki. I began to cry again as it trickled from my mouth, up my nose.

"open !"The huge black man laughed as his cum flew, chunk after clod of thick, hot juice splattering my pharynx, my jaw, and my breasts. He kept thrusting, kept cumming. It ran down my dresser, puddled at the hole of my collar castanets. I was soaked in his spew. I moaned, my throat rebelling at the heavy, horrible appreciation of cum.

"Oh, yeah !"I felt the putz in my pussy vellication, swelling. Oh, no, not inside me, please ! I began to squall, my hip bucking anew, trying to dislodge him before he could irrupt inside me. I don't want to be significant, please, God, delight don't get me pregnant ! He exploded, spraying my interior with his cum. Heat spread through me as he emptied, but his thrusts continued until he was limp. He slid out of me, wiped his cock on my thigh. I felt his hot cum oozing out of me, running across my rectum.

"Oh, there we go-sweet."Jacques Louis David's voice, Eskimo dog, deep."Okay, succeeding up !"

I began to struggle blindly. No more, Savior, no More ! My rosehip wiggled and jumped to avoid the impaling to fare, my head whipped back and forth violently. But there was no escape-the man at my principal drove brutally into me, I was gagging, choking, filled again.

"O.K., Ron, I'm going to untie her legs now-you need to be fast, snaffle them behind the knee, force them down toward her chest, okay ? No tit fucking this time-I want to get some good twat shots-you have her legs, you can really thrash into her."

My legs unbound, one at a time, musculus cramping hatefully. I kicked in vain as he forced my legs back, raising my hips, exposing my reddening pussy and cum covered rectum. My pelt jumped as I felt him prodding, his swell cock pushing, seeking, then driving into me. I writhed, my hips moving, back arching. My struggle drove him deep into me, and a low cardiac murmur of appreciation spread through the crowd of men waiting their play. I was NOT going to present quietly, I was NOT going to go limp and let them make love on me. Oh, if I'd only known then. ..

"Tom, I want you to drive as late into her throat as you can, then obligate it there-I want NO air expiration, okay ? That's where the real animalistic writhing is going to come from-folks love that. Don't headache if she dies-more sluts who'd move over their eye tooth to make out their trainer out there."Tears of disgrace as I listened, knew."And Ron ? She may piss on you, can you handle that ? The prospicient she goes without air, the more likely it is. Looks great on camera. You okay with that ?"I can only assume the man nodded. He continued to make out me, drawing almost completely out, then slamming back into me, making my belly cramp, my snatch sassing raw. And then the immense cock in my mouth driving abstruse, deeper, all the way into my throat-and retention. Moving slope to side a bit to maintain the stimulation, but not pulling out at all. I couldn't breathe. Oh, God, I couldn't breathe !

My pharynx worked madly, constricting, spasming around his distended manhood. The man moaned at the working my throat was giving him. I was dying-please, just let me respire ! I struggled to pull back, to move my head even a trivial, but his helping hand tangled in my hair's-breadth kept my face impaled on his dick, my face crushed against his pubic hair. My pectus tightening, my belly jumping, I began to writhe wildly, hips rising and falling, jerking position to side. I bucked harder and harder-the man in my twat didn't even have to make a motion, my body was fucking him on its own. The rising burn in my belly, my bladder, and then I lost ascendence. water flowing out of me as my struggles weakened. I was going to go across out, I was going to die. Hot piss squirting with every jerk of my articulatio coxae, every thrust that drove the hammer in my snatch deeper.

"Okay, pull back."

The mean tool in my mouth pulled back, resting in my mouth as I dragged air in, gasping, choking.

"Now in again."

Again, I couldn't breathe. Again the titan blocked my airway dick. I began to struggle again, but I had no durability. I felt my bladder empty, felt the steaming water run across my rectum. Oh, God, just pop me if that's what you're going to do !

I guess I passed out. When I awoke, I was tied to a hook in the ceiling, my legs held apart by a bar run between them, ankle joint secured, bar chained to a tintinnabulation in the floor. I could barely reach the floor, tip toes supporting me, protecting my wound wrists. Cold water, icy cold, hosing me down. I lifted my head, dragged my eyes up-David. David with a hosepipe, spraying me, washing their cum and my own piss off me. My lip was bound again, gag in space. My optic were huge, tear filled, pleading.

"Ah, sweetheart, I don't feel a damned bit bad for you, so stop with the doe eyes,"St. David laughed as he trained the brute spraying on my button, making my hips jump in pain, pleasure, and surprise."peculiar thing is, you still want me. You whore, you'd fuck me blind right now if I let you."

Then David stepped in close, a bar of lye soap in his hand. He thrust it between my legs, roughly scrubbing my sore, raw pussy. The pain was beyond intense, It burned, was agonizing. I screamed behind the gag, body jerked and twisted to escape as he used a finger to advertize some of the caustic suds into my pussy. My outcry became creature grunts as he began to fuck me with his combustion finger. No escape. No escape.

Then the hose pushed into my pussycat, blasting me clean. I was grateful for the usurpation, as it carried away the burning soap. Saint David laughed at my moans of relief. And then he left me. Hanging.

When he returned, My body was dry. He hummed a tune as he reached into his sac and pulled out clinch. I struggled as he moved in finis, captured first one breast, then the other, affixing the hateful, sharply toothed clamps to my nipple. I screamed, tried to twist away. And then he knelt before me even as I writhed from the mammilla torture, affixed another to my clit. Oh, Jesus, oh, it hurt so badly ! My hips convulsed, twitching uncontrollably as I grunted and gasped. He stood back, admired his handiwork, then walked away. I struggled, writhed, my metrical foot and calfskin cramping, agonized as I fought to support my weight. I must have passed out again.

I awoke surrounded, cameras set up, the crowd of men waiting. I moaned as the pain made its way to my brain. David speech production, giving didactics, but I couldn't sympathize his words. But I understood the insistence against my ass, the hot, self-coloured cock pushing even as another drove into my angry, raw pussy. I began to clamber, squirming to hightail it the ass shag I knew was coming. I had never. Never.

I squealed as my anus was lacerated open, the gag muffling my watchword. Deeper, deeper he thrust, until he was totally buried in my virgin ass, lifting me off the floor. Their thrust were choreographed, staggered, first one, then the early. The pressure on the slim down tissue layer separating them was agonizing-it felt as though they would split me afford. As they approached orgasm, their jabbing became less organized, more frenzied. I was bounced between them, thrown back and Forth, impaled first in front man, then in back. The man in my kitty-cat began twisting the clamp on my breasts, and I tensed, writhed with each tortuous pinch. His slamming into my pussy yanked the clamp on my clitoris back and forth, and I screamed with it even as my body responded, my pussy began to lubricate.

"snatch's getting wet !"He crowed as he drilled into me, faster, faster. My breasted wiggle madly, aching as they rose and fell with the battering strokes. I screamed continuously, not just out of nuisance, but also out of disgrace at my body's betrayal. Oh, I wanted to die. I still do.

And then they came-shouting, laughing as their pounding cocks began to pinch, intumesce, and then chuck their combustion loads into my bleeding holes. Hot spreading through me, pressure sensation as they filled me. Pulling out, they laughed as their mettle mingled in pink rivers down my bruised thighs. I began to cry yet again.

St. David unhooked the range of mountains holding the leg bar to the storey, and I felt hopeful-for a moment. Then he hoisted the bar up and attached it to the like hook holding my radiocarpal joint. I was dangling, pussy and ass wide undefendable, dripping with cum. I struggled, rosehip moving violently. I don't even know what I thought it would achieve, only that I had to get away. I had to get away, please. ..

And then I was being lowered-helpless to annul the elephantine cock that was waiting below. A man, huge, bizarre, laying on his rachis, smiling. Waiting for me to be lowered onto him, impaled by him. I groaned, screamed, grunted as I thrashed in vain. The stiff, unyielding tip pressing against my ass, then ripping into me. Deeper, deeper-he was 12 inch at least, and he was soon buried to the hilt in my bowels. Oh, the agony, I squirmed, trying to reposition him. I was stuck, literally hung up, ineffectual to escape the stabbing of his tool in my belly. Another knelt before me, thrust viciously into my soaking twat. Again the clamp torus at my clit, pulled it back and forth hatefully as the men thrust, rammed into me. And then a helping hand in my hair, yanking my heading to the side, gag removed and immediately replaced with another turncock. tears of pain and horror coursed down my brass as I was choked, fucked, filled. stopcock twitching, filling me, my throat coated in more cum. I began to blow. It's mostly a blur, really-gagging, struggling, being shaken with the thrusts of peter after cock.

And now here I am. Hog tied, Freakishly Brobdingnagian dildos in my ass, my puss. I remember Saint David pushing them into me, telling me I'd be thankful for the stretch, it would help me to accommodate what was to come. What ? What are they going to do to me next ? Please, help me ! Please, just help me. Or toss off me. But please, let it end. Oh, God, what's that ? The room access, the door opening, the light stabbing my eye. Who is it ? What are they are going to do, please, no, just allow me alone !