"Oh, wow, she looks like she likes you, Red," said the blonde drunk. The redhead just laughed and kept grinding his hips into me. He came pretty quickly, too. Five loads in my pussy. There was no way I was coming out of this not pregnant.
Finally, the blonde man left, but his boozy stench still faintly lingered in the room. The redhead and his friend took off at the same time, so it was just me, the burly dude on the chair and my blackmailer, who was leaning against the table across the room.
"Are you having fun yet, Crystal?" he called over. I made a high pitched whine at him, "You're starting to sound like the farm animal you resemble, Crystal." He walked over and I heard the familiar click as my clit came alive and started responding to the little vibrator. I moaned and closed my eyes.
"Your pussy is all slippery with cum," he said, running his fingers up my slit. He switched off the vibe and brought his fingers to my face and wiped the cum on my cheek. I could smell its musk.
"This is a friend of mine," he said, motioning to the man on the chair, who stood when he was mentioned, "he has a special interest in fat sluts, and I promised him a turn with you."
My blackmailer left the room and closed the door behind him. The big man started removing his belt from the loops in his jeans. I thought he was going to take them off, but when he didn't, I felt a knot start to grow in my stomach. He folded the belt over on itself and paused to think for a moment. Then suddenly THWACK!
I screamed louder than I ever have in my life as my thigh was suddenly on fire. He didn't even hesitate before landing another blow with his belt right on the same spot. I thought I couldn't scream louder than before, but I was wrong, and the gag did little to muffle my high pitched shriek. My screaming changed to groaning as his blows kept coming, from one thigh to the other. He stopped and stood back, no doubt admiring the thick red welts I knew had to be appearing across my white skin.
The man grabbed his groin and moaned. Then he started removing his pants. His penis was rock hard. Long and thick, with ropey veins like you see in hardcore porn videos, and clean shaven with heavy hanging balls. I was still waiting for the pain in my thighs to lessen when he got on the bed and came right up on me, his body brushing the fresh marks on my backside. I hissed with the pain.
At first, when I saw his hand coming toward me, I thought he would slap me like the other guy did, but instead he placed it just under my jaw and started pressing down. I wanted to scream, but instead I sucked in a deep breath. My deep breath was cut off as his fingers sank deeper into the flesh of my neck. He held my throat firmly as he started pushing his hips forward. Again I wanted to scream as his cock entered me because it was bigger even than the black man's and was stretching my pussy even more.
My mind started to swim because I couldn't breathe, and I struggled hard against my restraints, but the man wouldn't let up. He had gotten his dick as far as it would go in my vagina, but he kept pushing farther. I was trying to shake his hand off by shaking my head, but my head could barely turn. I was beginning to wonder if my face was turning purple and if my blackmailer would actually let this man kill me, when suddenly he released my neck.
My relief was short lived as he pulled his cock almost all the way out of me and thrust it all the way back in! I groaned loudly between gasps of air as he gutted me with his big meaty dick. I sucked in another big gulp of air when I saw his hand coming back and sure enough, he was choking the life out of me again as he fucked me deep and hard. The room was spinning and my body was convulsing, trying to get air, but to no avail.
Things were going fuzzy and my body was getting warm and soft by the time he finally let go of my throat the second time. I could feel hot tears streaming down both sides of my face, and I stopped groaning because of the brutal fucking I was getting. I just lay there and waited for it to end. I sighed as he stepped off the bed and I looked over. I could see that he was still obviously hard.
He walked over to the table where the blackmailer was keeping his toys, and came back. He had a rope in his big hands. He turned around, and I couldn't see what he was up to, but when he started towards me again, I saw that he had made a crude slipknot out of it. I wildly shook my head "no" as he came up and slipped it over my head easily, then laced the long part of the rope around a bar on the headboard. He climbed back on top of me and pulled the rope hard. I felt it cinch around my throat as he pulled on it and it cut off my airway for a third time.
His cock didn't immediately enter me at first, but instead I was shocked by a sudden sensation in my pussy, he had the vibe and had turned it on, but I could barely hear the click and buzzing over the pounding in my ears. I could definitely feel the pleasure on my clit though and I hated this man for doing this to me. My arms were trying to free themselves so I could grasp at my throat, but still they had no slack. He pulled the vibe away, and gave a bit of slack on the noose, and I just lay there panting.
He didn't give me long to breathe this time before he pulled the rope again, and put the vibe back on my clit. He dug the vibe in hard and I could feel the blood rushing down to my cunt. I didn't want to give this sick bastard the satisfaction, but I couldn't stop myself. He slackened the rope just a tiny bit and I was cumming so hard I could see colors flashing in front of my closed eyes.
The pleasure was short lived as he pulled the rope even harder, and I could feel myself drifting into darkness, but not before I felt the sick fuck jam his cock back in to empty himself into my limp body.
My head was pounding when I came back to consciousness but I could hear a muffled conversation in the other room. I cracked one of my eyes open and looked around. The big man was gone, and as far as I could tell, it was just me and the ever watchful video camera on the tripod in the corner of the room. Judging by the voices of several different men, I wouldn't be alone for long.
