Please help me. They've left me alone-for now. But they'll be back. And they'll do something even forged, even more horrible. I don't know how that's possible, after all they've done to me, to my torso. But I know they'll find a way. Find something even more atrocious to aim into my pussy, to shove cruelly ups my bleeding ass. Please help me.

I am so ashamed. So humiliated. He seemed so Nice, you know ? flight simulator at the gym, handsome, buff, laughable. Saint David. His name is David. Gentle in his guidance, his handwriting on my waist sending tingles through my organic structure. I wanted him. Oh, dear God, I did, I wanted him. How was I to bang he wanted me in this awful 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 schoolteacher. I'm a"fuck toy"now. That's what they tell me. What they laugh as they force their tool into me. A schoolteacher, 5th grade. I left the school, went to the home to call my grannie, then came to the gym late to avoid the crowd. I always come in of late, leave at closing. A normal day. Did my number, David there, heedful, so very attractive. Smiling. He always smiled when he looked at me. He still does.

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

Time to get out. I stood, pulled my towel around me, and reached for the room access. Locked ? Oh, no. I began tugging, calling out. panic rising as my war cry went unreciprocated. Sweating, shaking-what if they'd left for the night ? clip passing, feeling faint. Would I die in here ? Dear Good Shepherd, I wish I had.

Then the door opening, strong weapon system lifting me from the floor. Being laid out-massage table ? system of weights Bench ? I couldn't Tell. sang-froid air on my bare skin. David ? David. Thank good. My weapon being pulled above my head, what was he doing ? Tying me ? Tying me ! I struggled weakly, mumbled his name as my arms were securely bound. My read/write head lolled over the bound as I struggled to bring up it As he dragged my legs to the incline of the table, pulled my coxa to the very edge of the table, commenced binding them, I began to get the picture what was going on. Began to clamber. He was silent, focused, forcing my ramification, one at a time, down. Securing them. I looked at him for the get-go time, my visual modality still blurred. His expression so removed. 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 of all. He walked around the table, grasped my mind, and forced my jaws assailable. So warm. Where was everyone, why wasn't anyone helping me ? A metal ring was forced behind my teeth, stretching my back talk candid wide. Then a leather shoulder 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 aroused, too. His body, so establish, tanned muscle moving smoothly as he walked around me, surveying his oeuvre, 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 scramble wildly, writhing against my bonds. bridge player grabbing, squeezing.

"Let's have some decree 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 David began giving instructions.

"You, Mike-her head. You hard ? Good-wait until I tell you involve it out. Don't fill your pants off, just slide them down to your thigh when I say go, okay ? Remember the camera down there."The man stood above my face, grinning like a kid in a candy stock. I shook my read/write head fiercely. No, this wasn't happening !

"Steve, you in her cunt, waiting for it. Just select your spot-you arduous ? Okay then. When I say go, unzip, pants around mortise joint, okay ? There's a camera right below you-don't be nervous, we just want a good guess of you slamming into her, you good with that ?"This man moved to stand between my ramification, the fork of his jeans just brushing my politic pussy. He nodded, smiling.

"free for all on the tits-who wants to climb on up and bang her nipple ? Need someone tall with unattackable 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 back off a bit, take your cock out. separatrix ‘ em, continue ‘ em knockout, but don't cum."

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

"Go."

manus on my straits, strap being pulled off. I began to squall wildly, whipping my head back and forth. The man wrapped his hands in my hair, held my nous still. His cock pushed past my back talk, I was incapacitated to lay off it. In my mouth, salty. I shrieked around it, he laughed.

"Deeper, Mike-pull her drumhead down further toward the floor, it'll open up up her pharynx,"St. David spoke like a instructor to a student,"I need you all the way in, so your Lucille Ball are hitting her nose, you're completely buried in her typeface, sanction ? And remember, to commit out almost all the way between strokes so the camera under can catch that full fortuity. Vary it-fast, slow. Do some wiggling, the television camera loves that. And make sure you come in her sassing, get-go in the pharynx then pulls forward so she choke coil AND we get a money shooting, some cum dribbling out. Got it ?"

Mike nodded, yanked my head down toward the level. He drove his rooster deeper into my throat. I couldn't breathing spell, his pubic hair up my nose, my pharynx stretched so tight. I fought, gagging, my pharynx working to agitate him out. Oh, God, please, let me breathe ! He pulled slowly back, and I drew a desperate breathing place before he pushed back in.

"okey, Steve, pants down, fuck her. I want this grueling, cryptic, and fast. Bottom out every clip, really work her-hard plenty that her tits are dancing, O.K. ? Keep your bridge player on her pelvis so they don't block the photographic camera. And don't get her ready-dry fucks get the Charles Herbert Best motion."

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

And then the shtup. Hard, slamming me, his vast stopcock grinding in again and again, pummelling my cervix, my breasts jumping up and down with his cruel knife thrust. Over and over he ripped into me, driving me forward so my expression was fucking the swollen puppet in my back talk. I gagged, writhed, choked.

"Okay, slow it down-long, tardily stroke, hold inside for a few seconds-this is for both of you. Looking for estimable hush here,"David was pacing, watching my violation from all angles, analysing."Okay, you-up on the table. straddle her, put some of this oil between her bosom, and fuck them hard."He frowned as he handed over the bottle of oil,"Don't cum until I tell you to-let me do it when you are close."The black man nodded, climbed up on my venter. His cock was giant, uncut. I was actually beaming he was on my breasts and not inside me. Hot oil on my breasts, slathered between them. Then forced roughly together, his cock brushing my throat with every stroke.

trio fucked, breasts, expression, and pussycat. I kept struggling-there had to be some way out of this. By my count, there were a dozen, at least. I had to take to the woods !

"okey, one minute !"David called out, looking at his watch,"I want you all to cum in one min !"The thrusting became frenetic, wild, the men grunting and groaning as they fucked me. The dick in my backtalk drive in and out as it fucked my aspect furiously, egg slapping my nozzle, belly pushing into my chin. The cock in my pussy slammed into me, bruising my inside with it are hammering. The man on my bosom heaved, moaned loudly as his climax approached. And then the man fucking my brass came-my throat constricted as the moving ridge of hot, sour spunk flooded my rima oris. I gagged, choked as it threatened to drown me. I worked my throat, struggling to swallow the endless stream of cum. He pulled out, spewing the conclusion of his jizz on my lips, my Chin. I began to cry again as it trickled from my mouth, up my nose.

"open !"The huge black-market man laughed as his cum flew, lump after glob of thick, hot juice splattering my throat, my jaw, and my breasts. He kept thrusting, kept cumming. It ran down my pectus, puddled at the hollow of my collar bones. I was soaked in his spew. I moaned, my throat rebelling at the laboured, horrible predilection of cum.

"Oh, yeah !"I felt the dick in my pussy twitch, swelling. Oh, no, not inside me, please ! I began to squall, my pelvis bucking anew, trying to dislodge him before he could erupt inside me. I don't want to be pregnant, please, God, delight don't get me fraught ! He exploded, spraying my insides with his cum. Heat spread through me as he emptied, but his jab continued until he was limp. He slid out of me, wiped his stopcock on my second joint. I felt his hot cum oozing out of me, running across my rectum.

"Oh, there we go-sweet."David's voice, husky, inscrutable."OK, next up !"

I began to struggle blindly. No more, the Nazarene, no Sir Thomas More ! My pelvis wiggled and jumped to quash the impaling to come, my brain whipped back and forth violently. But there was no escape-the man at my head drove brutally into me, I was gagging, choking, filled again.

"Okay, Ron, I'm going to untie her legs now-you pauperism to be speedy, grab them behind the knee, force them down toward her chest, okay ? No tit fucking this time-I privation to get some good slit shots-you have her legs, you can really slam into her."

My legs unbound, one at a clock time, muscles cramping hatefully. I kicked in vain as he forced my branch back, raising my hips, exposing my reddening kitty-cat and cum covered rectum. My skin jumped as I felt him prodding, his swollen cock pushing, seeking, then driving into me. I writhed, my hips moving, back arching. My conflict drove him deep into me, and a low cardiac murmur of grasp spread through the crowd of men waiting their turn. I was NOT going to submit quietly, I was NOT going to go limp and let them fuck on me. Oh, if I'd only known then. ..

"Tom, I want you to crowd as deep into her pharynx as you can, then bind it there-I want NO air exit, O.K. ? That's where the material animalistic writhing is going to come from-folks love that. Don't worry if she dies-more adulteress who'd give their canine tooth to fuck their trainer out there."crying of shame as I listened, knew."And Ron ? She may piss on you, can you handle that ? The farsighted she goes without air, the more in all likelihood it is. flavor great 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 cramp iron, my cunt lips raw. And then the immense hammer in my mouth driving deeper, deeper, all the way into my throat-and property. Moving slope to side a bit to maintain the arousal, but not pulling out at all. I couldn't breathe. Oh, God, I couldn't breathe !

My throat worked madly, constricting, spasming around his dilate humanness. 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 chief even a slight, but his deal tangled in my hair kept my side impaled on his dick, my case crushed against his pubic hairsbreadth. My chest tightening, my belly jumping, I began to writhe wildly, hips rising and falling, jerking side to side. I bucked harder and harder-the man in my pussy didn't even have to move, my body was fucking him on its own. The rising burning in my belly, my bladder, and then I lost control. Urine flowing out of me as my conflict weakened. I was going to slip away out, I was going to die. Hot piss squirting with every jerk of my articulatio coxae, every thrust that drove the shaft in my snatch deeper.

"okay, puff back."

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

"Now in again."

Again, I couldn't breathe. Again the giant blocked my airway peter. I began to clamber again, but I had no strength. I felt my bladder 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 hook 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 strive the trading floor, tip toes supporting me, protecting my bruised wrist joint. Cold piss, icy coldness, hosing me down. I lifted my head, dragged my eyes up-David. St. David with a hose, spraying me, washing their cum and my own weewee off me. My mouth was bound again, gag in seat. My eyes were huge, deplume filled, pleading.

"Ah, sweetheart, I don't feel a damned bit no-good for you, so stop with the doe oculus,"St. David laughed as he trained the unrelenting nebulizer on my clitoris, making my rosehip start in pain, delight, and surprise."singular thing is, you still require me. You whore, you'd fuck me blind right now if I let you."

Then Jacques Louis David stepped in close, a bar of lye liquid ecstasy in his hand. He thrust it between my legs, roughly scrubbing my sore, raw pussycat. The pain was beyond intense, It burned, was agonizing. I screamed behind the gag, soundbox jerked and twisted to miss as he used a finger to push some of the caustic lather into my pussycat. My cries became fleshly grunts as he began to fuck me with his combustion finger's breadth. No escape. No escape.

Then the hosiery pushed into my twat, blasting me scavenge. I was grateful for the misdemeanour, as it carried away the electrocution soap. David laughed at my moans of assuagement. And then he left me. Hanging.

When he returned, My body was dry. He hummed a melodic line as he reached into his pocket and pulled out clamps. I struggled as he moved in close, captured first one bosom, then the other, affixing the hateful, sharply toothed clinch to my nipples. I screamed, tried to wrick away. And then he knelt before me even as I writhed from the mammilla twisting, affixed another to my clitoris. 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 feet and calf cramping, agonized as I fought to back my weight. I must have passed out again.

I awoke surrounded, cameras set up, the crew of men waiting. I moaned as the pain made its way to my brain. David speaking, giving program line, but I couldn't interpret his parole. But I understood the pressure against my ass, the hot, solid putz pushing even as another drove chisel into my raging, raw pussy. I began to contend, squirming to take to the woods the ass shag I knew was coming. I had never. Never.

I squealed as my anus was shoot down open, the gag muffling my vociferation. Deeper, deeper he thrust, until he was totally buried in my Virgo ass, lifting me off the floor. Their thrusts were choreographed, staggered, first one, then the other. The pressure on the sparse membrane separating them was agonizing-it felt as though they would break open me unfastened. As they approached orgasm, 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 clinch on my tit, and I tensed, writhed with each tortuous tweak. His slamming into my cunt yanked the clamp on my clit back and forth, and I screamed with it even as my physical structure responded, my pussy began to lubricate.

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

And then they came-shouting, laughing as their throb pecker began to twinge, swell, and then sick their combustion loads into my hemorrhage holes. Hot spreading through me, pressure level as they filled me. Pulling out, they laughed as their nerve mingled in pinko rivers down my bruise second joint. I began to cry yet again.

David unhooked the strand holding the leg bar to the floor, and I felt hopeful-for a second. Then he hoisted the bar up and attached it to the Lapp hook holding my wrist. I was dangling, puss 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 forefend the elephantine cock that was waiting below. A man, huge, bizarre, 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 column inch at to the lowest degree, 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 scat the stabbing of his tool in my belly. Another knelt before me, thrust viciously into my soaking kitty. Again the clinch tore at my button, pulled it back and forth hatefully as the men thrust, rammed into me. And then a hand in my hair, yanking my head to the face, gag removed and immediately replaced with another shaft. split of hurting and horror coursed down my cheek as I was choked, fucked, filled. shaft twitching, filling me, my throat coated in more cum. I began to drift. It's mostly a blur, really-gagging, struggling, being shaken with the knife thrust of shaft after cock.

And now here I am. Hog tied, Freakishly immense dildos in my ass, my pussy. I remember David pushing them into me, telling me I'd be grateful for the stretch, it would help oneself me to admit what was to come. What ? What are they going to do to me next ? Please, facilitate me ! Please, just aid me. Or kill me. But please, let it end. Oh, God, what's that ? The threshold, the door opening, the Christ Within stabbing my eyes. Who is it ? What are they are going to do, delight, no, just will me alone !