'Can I ask you a question bitch?'
'Yes...'
'Yes master. Stop treating me as an equal when you're just a nude bitch telling about how she decided to file a fake case after getting fucked by these virile men.'
'Y...y...yes m...master.' Rosy almost cried.
'Describe how you felt tied up. Especially tell me how you felt with all these large cocks in your loose holes. And if the judge feels you're not descriptive enough, you'll be subjected to twenty spanks.'
Rosy had been spanked by these three men, and she had no wish to endure that again. So like a trained slut, she began to speak.
'I sat in the cellar I was being held a captive in, gazing at my nude body. I was sore. Jason touched my sphincter, and I winced, as I felt a sharp stinging pain. My pussy lips were spread out, and they could see the inside walls of my loose cunt. My ass was also raw, and I was heaving from the constant exhaustion, and the multiple orgasms. All I could think of at that moment was cocks, cocks and more cocks.
I had been gangbanged constantly for the past few hours. Initially I had tried to be bold, but now I was long broken, and couldn't wait to get out. I had begun to do whatever was necessary to avoid further pain, and I had now become the gang's personal fuck slut.
I felt so used and violated; the whole time I hosted so many cocks in my holes, each one of them trying their hardest to shove their entire shafts in to the hilt. I still could not believe what they did to me. They had passed my around, plugged my holes, fed my cum, stuffed me full of big cock. I was filled to the max, cock branded in my forever. Jason touched my gaping ass hole again; his finger went in easily, my stretched out sphincter allowed me to feel the walls of my rectum. The tender raw feeling of my sore anal hole throbbed.
I felt disgusted; they mercilessly force fed my cock. They took pleasure in seeing my struggle. The more I panicked, the thicker their cocks grew. And the bigger the cocks, the harder they fucked. And the harder they fucked, the more raw I felt. 'And the worst part was, choking on their cocks and them reaming my asshole.'
'Objection, my lord. Best. It is evident by the orgasms this slut had, that she enjoyed it.'
'Objection sustained. Modify the statement.'
'Ummm... The b...b...best part was choking on their c...c...cocks, and them reaming my l...loose asshole.' Rosy mewled piteously.
'What happened next, cunt?'
'They couldn't fuck me, but that didn't mean they were going to leave me alone. They wanted to torture me more than they wanted to enjoy, hence they found multifarious methods of torturing me by using other stuff to ingress into my various holes.
Jason brought a plastic bottle, and smiled. I shuddered, knowing that it was about to find it's way into my hoohah. He removed my panties from my mouth, as he wanted to hear me cry. He placed the top of the bottle between my legs, at the opening of my hoohah, and pushed it in. After a few inches, there was strong resistance, so he shoved it in forcefully.
OOOOOOOOHHHH!! I shouted, in pain as well as pleasure. He plodded on, and in a few seconds the pleasure part was replaced entirely by pain.