They've finally gone now. I've barely moved from the same spot I awoke in. I need to go home, but the thought of moving right now feels as impossible as disappearing into thin air...which is what I'd like to do more than anything.
Everything hurts...more so now than in the woods. Hard as it is to believe, everything that happened in the woods was only a warm-up. Every goddamn part of me that hadn't been beaten with sticks or belts, rope burned or nearly strangled (and some parts of me that was) was fucked--brutally and without mercy. Every part of me that counts as an entrance into, or even out of my body was plundered and abused beyond anything I've ever endured.
I can't move.....I can't go home, not like this. I want to die. I want to kill. That's pretty funny since I can't even bring myself to walk a few feet to the bathroom.
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The drive back to the hotel must have revived them to new heights of sadistic lust. I'd thought surely they had done enough to me in the woods....but every time one of them did something to me it seemed to excite the other one all over again, and it was monkey-see monkey-do back and forth for a long time.
They stripped me again once we were behind the locked door (eagerly pulling their own clothes off again as well), and pulled me into the shower. I'd gotten quite dirty while being raped on the forest floor, not to mention scummy inside and out with their filthy cum.
A shower probably would have made me feel somewhat better if Eric hadn't been holding me while Chuck roughly soaped me down. That done, they both pushed me to my knees on the hard wet porcelain, and Eric continued to hold me while Chuck promptly forced his cock down my throat while the water continued to cascade over us.
I had to endure the pain of his vicious thrusts into a throat already hurting from my brief hanging and the screams that had followed while being brutally sodomized in the dark woods. I did endure....it was all I could do. I couldn't stop what was happening to me. Wishing it away wasn't working, so I somehow lived thru each of Chuck's merciless jabs into my wounded throat. all the while feeling Eric's hardening cock rubbing against my face, and hearing both of their panting and moans and disgusting grunts behind the steady hissing noise of the shower.
When Chuck forced me to swallow his cum, I had barely stopped coughing and retching when Eric stepped up and forced me to do the same for him. Between what I was forced to swallow and the water that kept streaming down my face and getting into my nose, I wondered more than once if I would drown.
They tied me to the bed while I was still naked and mostly still wet from the shower. My wrists were tied together, the rope binding them tied to the bed so my arms were above my head. My legs were splayed apart and my ankles tied to each end of the bed, keeping me helpless and unable to move except for some useless thrashing. Chuck shoved my panties into my mouth and taped them inside again so they could, as he said "have a little more fun with this bitch" and not have to worry about any annoying sounds from me that might bring help.
They amused themselves then by tormenting me with various painful tortures, getting excited again as they watched me squirm and thrash and summon more screams just when I thought I couldn't possibly scream any more.
It was Eric who produced the clothespins. They both laughed when he clipped one to each of my nipples, watching in fascination as my back arched and my arms strained at the rope while I wailed piteously. They started to decorate the rest of my breast flesh with them till there was barely an inch not pinched by one. Both breasts were nothing but two mounds of pain on my chest...the cigarette burn on my right one hurting even worse than before. They pinched more of them onto the lips of my vagina, and one of them even ended up attached to my clitoris. That was the worst of all....I nearly passed out from the pain of that.
I thought I would go insane with the overload of pain, but just when I thought it could get no worse, they removed the clothespins. That may sound strange, but when they were removed, especially from my nipples and clitoris I actually thought they were being tightened instead because of the rush of blood back into them. Unbelievably they hurt worse coming off than they did going on. If not for the gag, my screams would have not only roused most of the hotel guests, but their dead relatives as well.
There were a few more mean and frightening things they did to me before they raped me some more. Chuck terrified me by lighting a tapered red candle and waving it slowly close to my wide panicked eyes, then moving it slower still over my helpless body only inches above my flesh, letting the hot wax leave hardening trails on me as he continued to move it down. When he got to the area between my spread-apart legs, he left it there till the heat became unbearable, then inquired in a mockingly polite voice if I would like him to fuck me with it. My cries became almost demented with hysteria in the extremity of my terror and constant pain. The lousy fuckers laughed but at least spared me the torture of becoming a human candle snuffer.
After peeling bits of red wax from my body, making me jump although the pain of that was mostly just annoying, they both stood on either side of the bed and discussed how best to position me for what they called the "finale' " They were both eager to rape me again-- my enormous suffering had brought their well-used cocks back to raging life.
They were both smoking cigarettes during the conversation, and both of them casually flicked their ashes onto various parts of my body instead of bothering to look for an ashtray. I jerked and twisted, but that wasn't as bad as seeing the butts burn ever closer to the end and wondering where they were planning to put them out.
I don't even want to talk about that....the unimaginable agony that seemed to pierce my very soul.....or think about it....ever ever again.
The last thing I remember before passing out completely and waking up finally alone was the finale'. They began by untying me from the bed, removing my gag, retying my arms behind my back, then maneuvering me onto Eric's cock, which was fully erect again from his enjoyment of my torture. He was sitting on the bed, one hand on the mattress to support his slightly leaning back position, the other arm firmly circling my waist, guiding my lower body onto him as Chuck held onto me and pushed me from behind till every inch filled my pussy, which was surprisingly wet; a fact they both had a triumphant chuckle over.
Chuck was kneeling behind me, holding me firmly while Eric thrust his hips upward into my impaled groin, his face showing his pleasure. I couldn't help but gasp with surprise...despite all the terror and abuse I'd suffered, the steady jabs deep inside me were igniting tiny sparks of pleasure that I could already tell would slowly build to an intense explosion if continued. I felt my cunt muscles tighten convulsively onto the pistoning invader, and was dismayed to hear my own moans matching Eric's in the tones of their urgency.
