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"A new one," said the soldier, tossing a bag onto the floor.
Feral sounds came from the bag, the bag shifting around the floor from the movement within. He ripped open the top of the burlap sack, revealing the head of a woman. Her face was mostly covered, but there was a heavy black cloth tied securely around her eyes, with another cloth serving as a gag. It was tightly bound, so the fat on her cheeks bulged where the gag pressed into her skin. The only other notable thing were her two canine teeth, long and pale and extending downwards just a bit further than one would expect to see of someone.
Well, that, and the muffled hissing from her mouth as she futilely thrashed about.
"Shut it." The soldier muttered, sliding his hand into her hair to take hold of the roots before roughly peeling the sackcloth from her body. The woman's body was bound similarly to her eyes, with strips of black cloth binding together her wrists, the upper arms to her torso, and then her ankles.
A furious scream burst from her mouth. The cloth in her mouth did little to shield the otherworldly rage of the sound, and it was a sound that, although none of them would never admit it, caused shivers to go down the spines of the men in the room.
"I said shut it!" The soldier manhandling her struck the left side of her face with an open palm. Despite the cloth bisecting her cheek, the sound rang out and echoed. She didn't quiet, however, and if anything just fought his attentions harder. He blew out a breath in annoyance, snapping at one of the men waiting his turn but staring at the altercation happening with the newest arrival. "You, there! Help me get her tied down."
The man reluctantly cast another glance at the woman he'd been waiting in line for, who was letting out jagged gasps in response to the man between her legs. But still, he obeyed the soldier and ambled over.
The two of them lifted her, one by the wrists and the other by the ankles, over to the empty stand that had been prepared for her. This particular design prioritized security, with no room at all for the victim to even wiggle around. Her whole body was secured, even the head tied down at the neck and her forehead. Her gag was removed as soon as it was certain she would be unable to move her head, revealing a pair of full and greyish-purple lips. Her hands were tied, stretched up above her head, and then her torso tied to the bench below her. A contraption went behind her knees, her ankles spread apart, so that her whole lower body was on display with no way for her to block any attentions.
And that was indeed the purpose of her new enclosure, for as soon as they'd gotten her into position, a couple of men walked over to wait their turn. The soldier and his helper were the first to enjoy the fruits of their labor, though, and the former wasted no time in lining himself up and plunging himself into her.
She screamed in fury and pain, but unlike many of the men who found the sound unnerving, the soldier quite liked how the sound of her shrieks emphasized the power he felt over her. He noticed the way that her hands clawed at nothing in the air, the flexing of her feet and the bunching up of her toes as he sawed in and out of her. He relished the friction of her dryness on his cock, and almost was disappointed when her body began producing the wetness that eased their union.
"You bitch," he gasped out as he pleasured himself with her body. "Don't worry, we'll treat you and your kind as the monsters you are."
"You're the monsters." She snarled, trying her best to hide the pain that this human was causing her. She couldn't see anything other than the stony wall with the way that her head was tipped slightly back, nor could she even move her head upwards with the way her head was tied down. With the way that the soldier's hands gripped her thighs tightly as he slammed into her, the pairs of hands grabbing and tugging at her breasts, she felt the sensations threatening to overstimulate her.
She shut her eyes tightly in hopes to block things out, but it only seemed to amplify the way her body was being abused. Not only that, but the sloppy sounds between them - they caused an eruption of goosebumps to erupt along her arms.
She wasn't able to see much while she was being secured to her prison, but she could sense that there were quite a few others like her, tied down for men to abuse. She grit her teeth as her body rocked slightly back and forth, the sounds of these other women ranging from pants to moans. What was more chilling was the fact that none of them seemed to be making any sounds of protest.
Another scream erupted past her lips, the rage of her people coming out in a rush of sound.
"Shut up!" The soldier reached out to grab a pinchful of the delicate skin on her thighs.
She let out a moan of pain at the feelings of his fingers bruising her flesh. He would let go, barely a second going by before he found another site to pinch her. His touch was cruel, and she knew that later, her thighs would be covered with bruises.
"Keep moaning for me." He laughed meanly. He was happy to see this animal in pain, even as she writhed from the way his cock stimulated her.
She hated that it had just slightly started to feel good, the warmth of the hands on her breasts, and the way the soldier's cock plunged deep into her canal. She felt sore and it burned, but deep within her, where it moved against and stimulated the walls of her tightness, there were flickers of pleasure that began to grow brighter.
She didn't know for how long he pinched her soft skin, but at some point he must have grown bored of her, and began a new, entirely different kind of an assault on her body. She had grit her teeth to keep from letting on that his pinches were bringing her pain, and so when he moved his fingers over her clit she was totally unprepared, and a soft cry of pleasure slipped out.
The fact that his fingers firmly and steadily slipped over her with ease was somehow more degrading than the being tied down, the pain that he was bringing her - coupled with his demeaning comments, she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut tightly in shame. "Look at you, moaning while impaled by the cock of a human. Stupid whore."
His breathing was tight, groans coming out with his thrusts, and she knew that he was getting ready to spill his seed.
She wanted nothing more than to turn away, cover her nakedness, but the way that her whole body was tightly bound meant that she could do nothing but accept all the things that this bastard was doing to her. The most she could do was clench her fists, the bite of her nails stinging her palms. With every time that he pounded into her, his fingers glided over her erect clit, and every time she had to swallow down the moan that threatened to surface.
The sparks of pleasure were starting to come to a small flame, embers of warmth growing between her legs despite the pit of frigid horror deep in her stomach.
The soldier let out a guttural moan as he gripped her thighs painfully tightly, pressing into her so his whole cock was engulfed within her. She felt the wetness of his seed as it flooded into her. She tensed, a hiss escaping her mouth and toes clenching in pain. The burning between her legs somehow became more intense when he completely stopped moving, his cum pumping deep into her.
She didn't notice the aching pain of his fingers digging into her thighs until he removed himself from her. She couldn't see anything other than the ceiling, but after he stepped away, she knew the hard slap on her bottom was from him. "I felt you get wet for me, bitch. Don't worry, I'll be back later to give you some more." Then, he spat on her and walked away.
His saliva had landed on her cheek, and she wished for nothing more than to be able to reach up and wipe it away. It was disgusting and degrading. She clenched her hands up into fists. Vile creature, she hissed in her head.
It was when she sensed another body sidling up to where the soldier was mere moments before, that her feelings of anger quickly faded into dread. She could still feel the phantom cock stretching her, her pussy still burning.
"Please," she said softly. She didn't want to show weakness, but she bet on the potential kindness of this stranger. "I'm sore."
"Well, you see," came the voice from her lower body, the polite tone a stark contrast to his intentions. "I've been waiting my turn for far too long. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
She didn't know, but this was the man who'd helped the soldier secure her to her station. When she was resisting them, he'd been eyeing the way her breasts would bounce from side to side, the way her waist nipped in before flaring outwards to her wide hips. He'd been leaking precum fantasizing about grabbing her hips and fucking her, and now that she was in front of him, he was about ready to climax just at the thought of feeling her wet tight pussy caressing him.
She'd only been used once before him, too! He never got to use them so fresh.
"You're beautiful," said the man, as if in awe, guiding his cock into her.
She grit her teeth in pain as his cock slid in. He was thicker than the soldier before him, and the muscles of her pussy clenched at his dry thickness, the soreness echoing within her all the while.
As promised, he was considerably gentler than his predecessor, his cock gently gliding in and out of her, but it hurt just as much as the prior rough treatment as her muscles stretched, constricted, and stretched again to accommodate the steady movement of his girth.
As before, she tried her best to endure the pain. She tensed the muscles in her body as if that would make a difference to the pain in her pussy, but she wasn't sure it was helping at all.
What she did know, though, was that the embers of pleasure that the soldier had laid down earlier were starting to catch fire. She had to bite down another moan of pleasure as she felt the cock in her start to stroke against somewhere deep within her, massaging her intimately.
How cruel was it that she was being subject to such pain and pleasure at once?
Luckily for her, not only was the man considerably gentler, but he also had much less endurance. Perhaps from the show he'd gotten from her struggling earlier, or just the fact that he'd been waiting his turn for so long, it wasn't long before he felt his climax coming.
He didn't cum in her, but rather pulled out and stroked over her supine form, semen shooting out in translucent streaks on her belly.
It was warm on her skin very momentarily, but cooled within seconds, leaving her feeling unclean in body and spirit.
The man walked away without another word, just a content sigh, and as the next one took his place, she felt the frustration roar up inside her again. This time, though, it was less of the scream of her kind, but a despairing frustration.
