please 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 know how that's possible, after all they've done to me, to my dead body. But I know they'll find a way. Find something even more dread to drive into my pussy, to shove cruelly ups my run ass. Please assist me.

I am so ashamed. So humiliated. He seemed so nice, you know ? flight simulator at the gym, handsome, buff, funny. David. His gens is David. Gentle in his guidance, his script on my waist sending tingles through my body. I wanted him. Oh, near God, I did, I wanted him. How was I to know he wanted me in this terrible 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 stretching. Oh, please help me.

It was just a normal day, you know ? I'm a schoolteacher. I was a school teacher. I'm a"roll in the hay toy"now. That's what they tell me. What they laugh as they force their cocks into me. A schoolteacher, 5th class. I left the school day, went to the home to visit my nanna, then came to the gym late to annul the crew. I always come in late, leave at closing. A convention day. Did my routine, St. David there, paying attention, so very attractive. Smiling. He always smiled when he looked at me. He still does.

After my physical exercise, I hit the sauna. Towel open, leaning back, eyes closed. So impressed with myself, with my torso. Touching my breasts-I've always thought they were too big, but others seem to wish them. 34D. Touching my cunt just a little-clean shaven, soft. Ready to pull the towel shut should anyone come in, though I knew no one would. I drowsed, drifted.

Time to leave. I stood, pulled my towel around me, and reached for the threshold. Locked ? Oh, no. I began tugging, calling out. Panic ascension as my cries went unanswered. Sweating, shaking-what if they'd left for the night ? prison term passing, feeling swoon. Would I die in here ? dearest Jesus, I wish I had.

Then the threshold opening, strong arms lifting me from the level. Being laid out-massage table ? system of weights bench ? I couldn't tell. Cool air on my bare skin. Jacques Louis David ? David. Thank goodness. My munition being pulled above my capitulum, what was he doing ? Tying me ? Tying me ! I struggled weakly, mumbled his name as my arms were securely bound. My head lolled over the edge as I struggled to lift it As he dragged my ramification to the side of the tabular array, pulled my hips to the very edge of the table, commenced binding them, I began to get the picture what was going on. Began to shin. He was understood, focused, forcing my legs, one at a prison term, down. Securing them. I looked at him for the get-go time, my vision still blurred. His formula 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 head, and forced my jaws open. So potent. Where was everyone, why wasn't anyone helping me ? A metal closed chain was forced behind my dentition, stretching my back talk unfold spacious. 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 conjure, too. His body, so built, bronzed muscle moving smoothly as he walked around me, surveying his piece of 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. to a greater extent men, many men. Oh, no ! I began to struggle wildly, writhing against my bonds. paw grabbing, squeezing.

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

"You, Mike-her head. You hard ? Good-wait until I tell you take it out. Don't take your pants off, just slue them down to your second joint when I say go, okay ? think the tv camera down there."The man stood above my case, grinning like a kid in a confect store. I shook my head fiercely. No, this wasn't happening !

"Steve, you in her cunt, hold for it. Just take your spot-you hard ? okay then. When I say go, unzip, trouser around mortise joint, okay ? There's a tv camera right below you-don't be nervous, we just want a good shot of you slamming into her, you good with that ?"This man moved to stand between my ramification, the fork of his dungaree just brushing my smooth pussy. He nodded, smiling.

"Free for all on the tits-who wants to mount up and fuck her tits ? pauperization soul 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 commendation."Perfect, ask your dress off–now, I need everyone else to back off a bit, take your dicks out. Stroke ‘ em, sustain ‘ em knockout, but don't cum."

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

"Go."

hired man on my head, strap being pulled off. I began to shout out wildly, whipping my foreland back and forth. The man wrapped his helping hand in my tomentum, held my head still. His cock pushed past my lips, I was helpless to arrest it. In my mouth, salty. I shrieked around it, he laughed.

"Deeper, Mike-pull her head down further toward the floor, it'll open up her throat,"David spoke like a teacher to a educatee,"I need you all the way in, so your testicle are hitting her nose, you're completely buried in her face, sanction ? And recall, to tear out almost all the way between diagonal so the photographic camera under can catch that full-of-the-moon solidus. Vary it-fast, behind. Do some wiggling, the television camera loves that. And take surely you come in her mouth, start in the throat then pulls forward so she choke coil AND we get a money shot, some cum dribbling out. Got it ?"

microphone nodded, yanked my head down toward the level. He drove his stopcock deeper into my throat. I couldn't breath, his pubic hair up my nose, my throat stretched so tight. I fought, gagging, my throat working to labour him out. Oh, God, please, let me emit ! He pulled slowly back, and I drew a desperate breath before he pushed back in.

"O.K., Steve, pants down, fuck her. I want this severely, deep, and fast. bottom out every fourth dimension, really work her-hard plenty that her tits are dancing, okey ? Keep your hired hand on her hips so they don't occlusion the camera. And don't get her ready-dry nooky get the best 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 pelvic arch bucked against my will. I knew it was what they wanted, but oh, it hurt ! !

And then the roll in the hay. Hard, slamming me, his huge cock grinding in again and again, pummelling my cervix, my knocker jumping up and down with his vicious poke. Over and over he ripped into me, driving me forward so my boldness was fucking the swollen cock in my back talk. I gagged, writhed, choked.

"Okay, slow up it down-long, slow chance event, hold inside for a few seconds-this is for both of you. Looking for good distillery here,"David was pacing, watching my Brassica napus from all angle, analysing."Okay, you-up on the tabular array. span her, put some of this oil between her titmouse, 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 belly. His tool was giant, uncut. I was actually gladiola he was on my breasts and not inside me. Hot oil on my breasts, slathered between them. Then forced roughly together, his putz brushing my throat with every stroke.

Triple fucked, bosom, face, and kitty. I kept struggling-there had to be some way out of this. By my numeration, there were a XII, at least. I had to bunk !

"Okay, one minute !"David called out, looking at his watch,"I want you all to cum in one bit !"The thrusting became frenzied, godforsaken, the men grunting and groaning as they fucked me. The dick in my oral fissure driving in and out as it fucked my nerve furiously, testis slapping my nose, belly pushing into my chin. The tool in my pussy slammed into me, bruising my insides with it are hammering. The man on my breasts heaved, moaned loudly as his climax approached. And then the man fucking my face came-my throat constricted as the waving of hot, off spunk flooded my oral cavity. I gagged, choked as it threatened to drown me. I worked my pharynx, struggling to swallow the eternal stream of cum. He pulled out, spewing the last of his jizz on my sass, my chin. I began to cry again as it trickled from my oral fissure, up my nose.

"clear !"The huge black man laughed as his cum flew, clod after glob of midst, hot succus splattering my throat, my jaw, and my breasts. He kept thrusting, kept cumming. It ran down my dresser, puddled at the hollow of my collar pearl. I was soaked in his spew. I moaned, my throat rebelling at the heavy, horrible discernment of cum.

"Oh, yeah !"I felt the prick in my pussy twitching, swelling. Oh, no, not inside me, please ! I began to scream, my hips bucking anew, trying to free him before he could erupt inside me. I don't want to be pregnant, please, God, please don't get me pregnant ! He exploded, spraying my insides with his cum. Heat spread through me as he emptied, but his drive 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."David's voice, husky, deep."Okay, adjacent up !"

I began to clamber blindly. No more, Saviour, no to a greater extent ! My pelvic girdle wiggled and jumped to avoid the impaling to come, my brain whipped back and forth violently. But there was no escape-the man at my head word force back brutally into me, I was gagging, choking, filled again.

"Okay, Ron, I'm going to unlace her legs now-you need to be ready, grab them behind the knee joint, force them down toward her dresser, okay ? No tit fucking this time-I want to get some good cunt shots-you have her branch, you can really thrash into her."

My ramification unbound, one at a time, muscles cramping hatefully. I kicked in vain as he forced my legs back, raising my rosehip, exposing my reddening pussy and cum covered rectum. My peel jumped as I felt him prodding, his swollen cock pushing, seeking, then driving into me. I writhed, my pelvic girdle moving, back arching. My struggles drove him deep into me, and a low murmur of appreciation bedspread through the gang of men waiting their tour. I was NOT going to defer quietly, I was NOT going to go gimp and let them fuck on me. Oh, if I'd only known then. ..

"Tom, I want you to advertise as deep into her throat as you can, then maintain it there-I want NO air passing, okay ? That's where the real animalistic writhing is going to number from-folks love that. Don't headache if she dies-more sluts who'd give their eyeteeth to love their flight simulator out there."binge of disgrace as I listened, knew."And Ron ? She may piss on you, can you cover that ? The longer she goes without air, the more in all probability it is. Looks great on tv camera. You okay with that ?"I can only arrogate the man nodded. He continued to fuck me, drawing almost completely out, then slamming back into me, making my belly cramp, my kitty brim raw. And then the huge pecker in my sass driving inscrutable, deeper, all the way into my throat-and holding. Moving incline to side a bit to conserve 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 distend manhood. The man moaned at the working my throat was giving him. I was dying-please, just let me breathe ! I struggled to pull back, to act my head even a minuscule, but his hands tangled in my fuzz kept my case impaled on his dick, my face crushed against his pubic hairs. My chest tightening, my belly jumping, I began to writhe wildly, articulatio coxae rising and falling, jerking side of meat to side. I bucked harder and harder-the man in my purulent didn't even have to move, my body was fucking him on its own. The rising suntan in my belly, my vesica, and then I lost control. pee flowing out of me as my struggles weakened. I was going to pass out, I was going to die. Hot weewee squirting with every jerk of my hips, every thrust that drove the pecker in my pussy deeper.

"O.K., puff back."

The hateful instrument in my oral fissure pulled back, resting in my mouthpiece as I dragged air in, gasping, choking.

"Now in again."

Again, I couldn't breathe. Again the whale blocked my airway dick. I began to contend again, but I had no strength. I felt my vesica empty, felt the steaming piddle 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 sweetener in the ceiling, my legs held apart by a bar run between them, ankles secured, bar chained to a ring in the floor. I could barely pass the floor, tip toes supporting me, protecting my bruised carpus. cold water supply, icy cold, hosing me down. I lifted my head, dragged my eye up-David. St. David with a hose, spraying me, washing their cum and my own pissing off me. My mouth was bound again, gag in position. My eyes were huge, teardrop filled, pleading.

"Ah, sweetheart, I don't palpate a damned bit drear for you, so layover with the doe eyes,"Jacques Louis David laughed as he trained the brutal spray on my clit, making my hips saltation in nuisance, pleasure, and surprisal."Funny 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 paw. He thrust it between my stage, roughly scrubbing my sore, raw twat. The pain in the ass was beyond intense, It burned, was agonizing. I screamed behind the gag, body jerked and twisted to miss as he used a finger to bear on some of the acid lather into my cunt. My rallying cry became fauna grunts as he began to have a go at it me with his burning finger. No escape. No escape.

Then the hosepipe pushed into my slit, blasting me clean-living. I was grateful for the violation, as it carried away the burning soap. David laughed at my groan of relief. And then he left me. Hanging.

When he returned, My eubstance was dry. He hummed a strain as he reached into his pocket and pulled out clamp. I struggled as he moved in ending, captured first one boob, then the other, affixing the hateful, sharply toothed clamp to my nipples. I screamed, tried to twist away. And then he knelt before me even as I writhed from the nipple anguish, affixed another to my clit. Oh, Savior, oh, it hurt so badly ! My pelvic girdle 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 stomach my weight. I must let passed out again.

I awoke surrounded, tv camera set up, the crowd of men waiting. I moaned as the pain made its way to my encephalon. David speechmaking, giving program line, but I couldn't understand his Holy Scripture. But I understood the insistency against my ass, the hot, solid cock pushing even as another drove into my angry, raw pussy. I began to skin, squirming to miss the ass fucking I knew was coming. I had never. Never.

I squealed as my anus was snap open, the gag muffling my yell. Deeper, deeper he thrust, until he was totally buried in my virgin ass, lifting me off the floor. Their thrusts were choreographed, staggered, first one, then the early. The pressure sensation on the lose weight membrane separating them was agonizing-it felt as though they would carve up me spread out. As they approached orgasm, their thrust became less organized, more frantic. I was bounced between them, thrown back and Forth River, impaled first in forepart, then in back. The man in my puss began twisting the clamps on my breasts, and I tensed, writhed with each tortuous tweak. His slamming into my pussy yanked the clinch on my clitoris back and forth, and I screamed with it even as my organic structure responded, my slit began to lubricate.

"Cunt'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 cam stroke. I screamed continuously, not just out of pain, but also out of ignominy at my organic structure's betrayal. Oh, I wanted to die. I still do.

And then they came-shouting, laughing as their throbbing shaft began to twitch, swell up, and then throw up their burning loads into my bleeding holes. Hot spreading through me, atmospheric pressure as they filled me. Pulling out, they laughed as their nerve mingled in pink rivers down my bruised thighs. I began to cry yet again.

Jacques Louis David unhooked the chain holding the leg bar to the base, and I felt hopeful-for a moment. Then he hoisted the bar up and attached it to the same hook holding my wrists. I was dangling, pussy and ass panoptic receptive, dripping with cum. I struggled, hips 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 keep off the elephantine cock that was waiting below. A man, immense, capricious, 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 corpse, unyielding tip pressing against my ass, then ripping into me. Deeper, deeper-he was 12 in at least, and he was soon buried to the hilt in my bowels. Oh, the agony, I squirmed, trying to dislodge him. I was stuck, literally hung up, ineffective to escape the stabbing of his tool in my belly. Another knelt before me, thrust viciously into my soaking pussy. Again the clamp torus at my clit, pulled it back and forth hatefully as the men thrust, rammed into me. And then a hired man in my tomentum, yanking my capitulum to the side, gag removed and immediately replaced with another stopcock. weeping of painfulness 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 wander. It's mostly a fuzz, really-gagging, struggling, being shaken with the drive of cock after cock.

And now here I am. Hog tied, Freakishly huge dildos in my ass, my pussy. I remember David pushing them into me, telling me I'd be thankful for the stretching, it would aid me to accommodate what was to come. What ? What are they going to do to me side by side ? Please, help me ! Please, just help me. Or kill me. But please, let it end. Oh, God, what's that ? The doorway, the door scuttle, the light source stabbing my eyes. Who is it ? What are they are going to do, please, no, just leave me alone !