Please help me. They've left me alone-for now. But they'll be back. And they'll do something even spoilt, even more frightful. I don't do it how that's potential, after all they've done to me, to my body. But I know they'll find a way. Find something even more wicked to repel into my pussy, to shove cruelly ups my phlebotomise ass. Please help oneself me.

I am so ashamed. So chagrin. He seemed so prissy, you know ? Trainer at the gym, handsome, buffer, funny. David. His epithet is David. Gentle in his guidance, his mitt on my waist sending tingles through my dead body. I wanted him. Oh, good God, I did, I wanted him. How was I to know he wanted me in this unspeakable way ?

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

It was just a formula 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 schoolteacher, 5th mark. I left the schoolhouse, went to the base to chaffer my grandma, then came to the gym late to avoid the crowd. I always come in late, leave at closedown. A convention day. Did my routine, David there, attentive, so very attractive. Smiling. He always smiled when he looked at me. He still does.

After my workout, I hit the sauna. Towel candid, leaning back, middle closed. So yarn-dye with myself, with my trunk. 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. Ready to pull the towel shut should anyone fall in, though I knew no one would. I drowsed, drifted.

Time to leave alone. I stood, pulled my towel around me, and reached for the door. Locked ? Oh, no. I began tugging, calling out. Panic rising as my rallying cry went unrequited. Sweating, shaking-what if they'd left wing for the night ? Time exit, feeling swoon. Would I die in here ? Dear Redeemer, I wish I had.

Then the threshold opening, strong munition lifting me from the base. Being laid out-massage table ? Weight Bench ? I couldn't tell. Cool air on my bare skin. David ? David. Thank goodness. My arm being pulled above my head, what was he doing ? Tying me ? Tying me ! I struggled weakly, mumbled his gens as my branch were securely bound. My head lolled over the edge as I struggled to bring up it As he dragged my legs to the sides of the table, pulled my articulatio coxae to the very edge of the table, commenced binding them, I began to grasp what was going on. Began to struggle. He was silent, focused, forcing my legs, one at a time, down. Securing them. I looked at him for the outset meter, 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 offset. He walked around the table, grasped my header, and forced my jaws open. So strong. Where was everyone, why wasn't anyone helping me ? A metal closed chain was forced behind my dentition, stretching my lip open extensive. Then a leather strap, something slipping through the annulus and into my mouth. I was silenced. I began to cry. But, God forgive me, I was a minuscule randy, too. His consistence, so built, tanned muscle moving smoothly as he walked around me, surveying his workplace, 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. Thomas More men, many men. Oh, no ! I began to contend wildly, writhing against my trammel. men grabbing, squeezing.

"Let's have some order here,"Jacques Louis David spoke with confidence,"I told you all how this is going to go down-it's going to be on cinema, so let's do it right."The men backed off, and David began giving instructions.

"You, Mike-her fountainhead. You hard ? Good-wait until I tell you bring it out. Don't take your drawers off, just slue them down to your thigh when I say go, okay ? commemorate the camera down there."The man stood above my aspect, grinning like a kid in a candy memory board. I shook my head fiercely. No, this wasn't happening !

"Steve, you in her cunt, waiting for it. Just take your spot-you hard ? okay then. When I say go, unzip, trouser around ankle, okay ? There's a television camera right below you-don't be nervous, we just want a near guessing of you slamming into her, you good with that ?"This man moved to stand between my legs, the genitalia of his jeans just brushing my smoothen pussy. He nodded, smiling.

"Free for all on the tits-who wants to mount up and fuck her titty ? Need someone tall with strong legs-goanna be a job staying up there, don't want any mistakes."A man stepped forward-black, built. David looked him over, then nodded his approval."perfective tense, take your clothes off–now, I need everyone else to plump for off a bit, take your hawkshaw out. slash ‘ em, keep ‘ em unvoiced, but don't cum."

I moaned, pulled at the shoulder strap holding me in piazza for them. Saint David moved through the room, turning on cameras, aiming, focusing. Then turned them on, one after the other.

"Go."

workforce on my fountainhead, strap being pulled off. I began to scream wildly, whipping my mind back and forth. The man wrapped his paw in my whisker, held my head still. His stopcock pushed past my lips, I was helpless to kibosh it. In my mouth, salty. I shrieked around it, he laughed.

"Deeper, Mike-pull her head teacher down further toward the floor, it'll open up her throat,"Jacques Louis David spoke like a teacher to a student,"I need you all the way in, so your balls are hitting her nose, you're completely buried in her nerve, okay ? And commemorate, to pull up out almost all the way between stroking so the camera under can hitch that full stroke. vary it-fast, slow. Do some wiggling, the camera loves that. And induce sure you come in her mouth, start in the pharynx then pulls forward so she chokes AND we get a money shot, some cum dribbling out. Got it ?"

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

"okey, Steve, pants down, fuck her. I want this punishing, oceanic abyss, and fast. Bottom out every time, really work her-hard adequate that her bosom are dancing, okay ? proceed your manpower on her hips so they don't block the camera. And don't get her ready-dry fucks get the unspoiled motion."

And then a huge cock, press, forcing. Tearing me, oh, it hurt so bad ! I screamed around the pecker in my mouth, my back arched, my pelvic arch bucked against my will. I knew it was what they wanted, but oh, it hurt ! !

And then the piece of ass. Hard, slamming me, his huge peter grinding in again and again, pummelling my cervix, my white meat jumping up and down with his brutal thrusts. Over and over he ripped into me, driving me forward so my face was fucking the well tool in my sass. I gagged, writhed, choked.

"okeh, slack it down-long, behind shot, hold inside for a few seconds-this is for both of you. Looking for good distillery here,"David was pacing, watching my rape from all angle, analysing."Okay, you-up on the mesa. straddle her, put some of this oil between her mammilla, 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 black man nodded, climbed up on my abdomen. His cock was giant, uncut. I was actually glad he was on my breasts and not inside me. Hot oil on my breast, slathered between them. Then forced roughly together, his stopcock brushing my throat with every stroke.

Triple fucked, breasts, face, and slit. I kept struggling-there had to be some way out of this. By my count, there were a 12, at least. I had to escape !

"OK, one minute of arc !"David called out, looking at his watch,"I want you all to cum in one minute !"The thrusting became frenzied, wild, the men grunting and groaning as they fucked me. The cock in my mouth driving in and out as it fucked my face furiously, balls slapping my nozzle, belly pushing into my chin. The tool in my kitty slammed into me, bruising my inside with it are hammering. The man on my tit heaved, moaned loudly as his coming approached. And then the man fucking my face came-my throat constricted as the waves of hot, sourness spunk flooded my mouth. I gagged, choked as it threatened to drown me. I worked my pharynx, struggling to swallow the endless flow of cum. He pulled out, spewing the last of his jizz on my lips, my chin. I began to cry again as it trickled from my oral fissure, up my nose.

"open !"The huge pitch blackness man laughed as his cum flew, glob after glob of thick, hot juice splattering my throat, my jaw, and my boob. He kept thrusting, kept cumming. It ran down my chest, puddled at the hollow of my neckband os. I was soaked in his spew. I moaned, my throat rebelling at the heavy, horrible taste of cum.

"Oh, yeah !"I felt the pecker in my pussy twitch, swelling. Oh, no, not inside me, please ! I began to scream, my pelvic arch bucking anew, trying to shift him before he could erupt inside me. I don't want to be pregnant, delight, God, delight don't get me pregnant ! He exploded, spraying my insides with his cum. passion spread through me as he emptied, but his poking 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."Saint David's articulation, husky, deep."okeh, succeeding up !"

I began to struggle blindly. No more, Redeemer, no to a greater extent ! My pelvis wiggled and jumped to head off the impaling to get along, my pass whipped back and forth violently. But there was no escape-the man at my head word push brutally into me, I was gagging, choking, filled again.

"okey, Ron, I'm going to untie her legs now-you need to be quick, seize them behind the knees, force them down toward her chest, approve ? No tit fucking this time-I want to get some good cunt shots-you have her branch, you can really slam into her."

My legs unbound, one at a metre, muscles cramping hatefully. I kicked in vain as he forced my legs back, raising my hips, exposing my reddening pussy and cum covered rectum. My cutis jumped as I felt him prodding, his vain cock pushing, seeking, then driving into me. I writhed, my hips moving, back arching. My conflict drove him deep into me, and a low murmur of appreciation facing pages through the crowd of men waiting their turn. I was NOT going to pass on quietly, I was NOT going to go limp and let them know on me. Oh, if I'd only known then. ..

"Tom, I want you to push as deep into her throat as you can, then moderate it there-I lack NO air qualifying, okay ? That's where the real animalistic writhing is going to get along from-folks love that. Don't concern if she dies-more sluts who'd give their eye tooth to fuck their trainer out there."binge of shame as I listened, knew."And Ron ? She may piss on you, can you manage that ? The longer she goes without air, the more belike it is. looking at groovy on camera. You okay with that ?"I can only assume the man nodded. He continued to fuck me, drawing almost completely out, then slamming back into me, making my belly muscle spasm, my pussy lips raw. And then the immense cock in my mouth driving deeper, deeper, all the way into my throat-and holding. Moving side to side a bit to keep the stimulant, but not pulling out at all. I couldn't breathe. Oh, God, I couldn't breathe !

My pharynx worked madly, constricting, spasming around his distend humanity. The man moaned at the working my throat was giving him. I was dying-please, just let me respire ! I struggled to force back, to move my head even a picayune, but his men tangled in my fuzz kept my face impaled on his dick, my typeface crushed against his pubic haircloth. My chest of drawers tightening, my belly jumping, I began to writhe wildly, hips rising and falling, jerking slope to side. I bucked harder and harder-the man in my pussy didn't even have to actuate, my consistence was fucking him on its own. The rising tan in my belly, my vesica, and then I lost control. Urine flowing out of me as my battle weakened. I was going to pass out, I was going to die. Hot pee-pee squirting with every jerk of my hips, every thrust that drove the hammer in my pussy deeper.

"okeh, puff back."

The hateful 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 giant blocked my airway tool. I began to shin again, but I had no intensity. I felt my vesica empty, felt the steaming urine run across my rectum. Oh, God, just kill me if that's what you're going to do !

I guess I passed out. When I awoke, I was tied to a crotchet in the ceiling, my legs held apart by a bar run between them, ankle secured, bar chained to a ring in the floor. I could barely reach the floor, tip toes supporting me, protecting my spite wrists. Cold water, icy cold, hosing me down. I lifted my head, dragged my middle up-David. David with a hose, spraying me, washing their cum and my own water off me. My mouth was bound again, gag in place. My eyes were huge, pull filled, pleading.

"Ah, steady, I don't palpate a cursedly bit no-count for you, so point with the doe middle,"St. David laughed as he trained the brutish spray on my clit, making my articulatio coxae jump in hurting, delight, and surprise."Funny matter is, you still desire me. You whore, you'd fuck me blind right now if I let you."

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

Then the hose pushed into my pussy, blasting me fairly. I was grateful for the infraction, as it carried away the burning Georgia home boy. Jacques Louis David laughed at my groan of substitute. And then he left me. Hanging.

When he returned, My physical structure was dry. He hummed a strain as he reached into his pocket and pulled out clamp. I struggled as he moved in closing curtain, captured first one bosom, then the early, affixing the hateful, sharply toothed clinch to my teat. I screamed, tried to wind away. And then he knelt before me even as I writhed from the nipple agony, affixed another to my button. Oh, Jesus, oh, it hurt so badly ! My coxa convulsed, twitching uncontrollably as I grunted and gasped. He stood back, admired his handiwork, then walked away. I struggled, writhed, my feet and calves cramping, agonized as I fought to support my weight. I must make passed out again.

I awoke surrounded, photographic camera set up, the crowd of men waiting. I moaned as the pain made its way to my brain. David speaking, giving instructions, but I couldn't understand his words. But I understood the insistence against my ass, the hot, upstanding pecker pushing even as another drove into my tempestuous, raw pussy. I began to shin, squirming to escape the ass screwing I knew was coming. I had never. Never.

I squealed as my anus was torn outdoors, the gag muffling my rallying cry. Deeper, deeper he thrust, until he was totally buried in my Virgo the Virgin ass, lifting me off the floor. Their thrusts were choreographed, staggered, get-go one, then the other. The pressure level on the thin membrane separating them was agonizing-it felt as though they would break up me open. As they approached coming, their thrusting became less organized, more frantic. I was bounced between them, thrown back and Forth, impaled first in front, then in back. The man in my pussy began twisting the clamp on my breasts, and I tensed, writhed with each voluminous tweak. His slamming into my kitty yanked the clinch on my clit back and forth, and I screamed with it even as my body responded, my pussy began to lubricate.

"bitch's getting wet !"He crowed as he drilled into me, faster, faster. My breasted jiggled madly, aching as they rose and fell with the battering CVA. I screamed continuously, not just out of pain, but also out of shame at my body's treason. Oh, I wanted to die. I still do.

And then they came-shouting, laughing as their throbbing rooster began to tweet, swell, and then cast their burning loads into my bleeding holes. Hot spreading through me, pressure as they filled me. Pulling out, they laughed as their touchwood mingled in pink rivers down my bruised second joint. I began to cry yet again.

David unhooked the Chain holding the leg bar to the trading floor, and I felt hopeful-for a second. Then he hoisted the bar up and attached it to the Lapplander sweetener holding my wrists. I was dangling, pussycat and ass all-embracing open, dripping with cum. I struggled, pelvic girdle moving violently. I don't even know what I thought it would accomplish, only that I had to get away. I had to get away, please. ..

And then I was being lowered-helpless to avert the elephantine cock that was waiting below. A man, huge, outlandish, laying on his back, 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 inches 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, unable to miss the stabbing of his putz in my belly. Another knelt before me, thrust viciously into my soaking pussy. Again the clinch tore at my clit, pulled it back and forth hatefully as the men thrust, rammed into me. And then a mitt in my haircloth, yanking my head to the position, gag removed and immediately replaced with another dick. split of pain and horror coursed down my cheeks as I was choked, fucked, filled. Cocks twitching, filling me, my throat coated in more cum. I began to cast. It's mostly a blur, really-gagging, struggling, being shaken with the thrusting of cock after cock.

And now here I am. Hog tied, Freakishly huge dildos in my ass, my pussy. I remember Saint David pushing them into me, telling me I'd be grateful for the stretch, it would help oneself me to accommodate what was to fall. What ? What are they going to do to me succeeding ? Please, help me ! Please, just help me. Or kill me. But please, let it end. Oh, God, what's that ? The door, the door opening, the light stabbing my heart. Who is it ? What are they are going to do, please, no, just leave me alone !