"Ooooooohhhhh... oohh... oohh... oohh..." I screeched like a blubbering idiot. I couldn't think of any worse pain. But they could. The hose gave me a roundhouse uppercut on my pussy and then was replaced with a cue stick. While my nipples were pulled so hard I was stretched forward against my arm ties and almost lifted off my knees, the hard wood stick crashed against my ass. I thought it would cut right through it. My ass got a number of whacks with the rod. Then my thighs. My ankles were lifted and the balls of my feet got couple. On my stomach. On my ribcage. Then a direct hit on the pushpins. And another. And another. It hurt too much to scream. I just cried like a baby and pleaded for mercy. For another two minutes with one man wielding the hose and another the cue stick they continued to beat my entire body. Then it stopped.
The pushpins were yanked violently out of my tits. Each one hurt like hell but I started feeling better as they were removed. Then my tits were untied. I watched my now totally blue tits return to their normal size and color, though I felt a strange burning pain as the blood flow resumed. I couldn't speak, only blubber. I heard the leader say, "Not quite warm enough," and looked up just in time to see melted wax from a burning candle drip onto a stretched nipple. Six or seven drops hit the nipple in quick succession. I learned that if immediately covered with more molten wax the first drops stay hot a long time, dissipating heat only into the nipple.
A high-pitched squeak, "ooo -- ooo -- ooo -- ooo -- ooo... was all I could muster with my nipple getting toasted. I managed to wail when the second nipple got the same hot wax treatment. After a number of seconds the burning pain subsided and I could see the cool hard wax coating my nipples.
Then, with a cackle, the leader snarled at me, "Bet you didn't know two ways to melt wax, huh?" Not waiting for an answer he applied the flame to a clamp. He held it for 2 or 3 seconds and I felt nothing. Then it started to get very hot. The clamp was heated for about ten seconds and it seared into my tit flesh. After it was removed it stayed hot for a number of seconds. This was the worst pain so far. As I wailed and sobbed, the men cheered and the leader heated up the other clamp, holding this one nearly 15 seconds, getting it much hotter than the first. The clamps eventually cooled. The men all high-fived. The leader whispered, "Don't it feel great knowing you're such a good entertainer and man-pleaser?" I whined. He continued, "But ya know, that damn wax didn't melt. Maybe this'll do it." He held the burning candle directly under my nipple for 3 seconds. The wax softened, my nipple sizzled, and I screamed bloody murder. He roasted my other nipple. I thought I might pass out. But from nowhere came the fleeting thought that the flame induced burning was not totally different from the heat I feel when my husband tweaks my nipples with his fingers and teeth -- just degrees.
They weren't done. "Ya know what else this candle is good for? Makin' cunts bare without the bother of razors." He laughed. Before I could even process his words a man pulled my legs apart and the candle flame was passed up and down my pussy lips. Surprisingly I felt little burning, but I could see and smell my wispy bush catch fire and with a crackle and smoke burn away. The pain increased terribly when he held the flame closer and longer in some spots to burn off remaining stubble.
"YYEEOOOOWW! SHIT! MOTHER FUCKIN' JESUS H. CHRIST!" I screeched, though lucid enough to know I should've chosen better words in front of these bulls.
They all cheered. "Is she talkin 'bout fuckin' her father or her little boy?" one laughed as my burning bush went out. I couldn't imagine how they knew about my nine-year old son, and it worried me. They released me. I felt the clamps being removed. My face was splashed with a glass of ice water. Someone held my head back, my nose closed, and my mouth open and another poured a full glass of whiskey down my throat in gulps I was forced to swallow. The leader thanked me. "Thanks, cunt. A couple of the boys have been out shoppin' and your credit card got us a couple of months of booze and supplies, some other stuff like a gun I always wanted, and $500 cash which we'll accept as partial payment for making you a real woman. When we're done if you feel we earned more we can always get more." The leader looked me in the eye. "Tell us you want to fuck and suck us all night unless you want more beatings." I mumbled through my sobs incoherently. "Loud and clear, cunt," he shouted.
I stammered, "I want to... fuck... and suck... all of you... all... night."
He turned to the group, "She's ready now. Let's fuck this pig!" A wild cheer went up.
I was taken down, dragged to a large mattress, my neck tied down, and my legs spread and tied back over my head. My head was already starting to spin from the 8oz or so of straight whiskey poured down me. I hold my liquor pretty good but this was way over my capacity. I heard rustling. I felt a cock touch my dry pussy lips; then ream into it. It felt like a monster. I grunted loudly. The rapist held it deep and kissed me hard on the mouth growling, "This cunt of yours is going to get fucked so much starting with my seven inches." He fucked me with abandon. After 5 or 6 minutes he pulled out and within seconds another cock was pounding me. My pussy had excreted a little juice from the first fuck. This coupled with a deposit of cum made #2 not so difficult and his cock pumped me with not as much pain for 6 or 7 minutes. My mind was in a whirl and my pussy was getting hammered. I lost count at around eight cocks, one right after another. Most felt normal. A couple stretched my vagina walls to the breaking point and repeatedly banged my cervix. After about ten fucks I was no longer focused on my achy body from the beatings and torture but on the feeling of many large cocks in my pussy. This was mostly pain. But, shit, there was some pleasure as my god damn pussy began to tingle. I forced myself to focus on my body pain. I couldn't let these bastards know my pussy was responding to their repeated fucks.
I was gang fucked non-stop for two hours. The worst part was not the brutal rapes but my pussy winning the battle of my mind and cumming with the very last man. Since I had been desperately holding it back I came long and hard. I yelled, shook, vibrated, moaned and spit dirty talk. I couldn't help it. I learned that for my husband, got to like it and it now came without thinking. The men cheered. I hoped to high heaven they didn't hear all of my responsive blathering -- especially that "oh... mother fuck." I was so pissed off at myself and embarrassed.
While they finished their drinks, poured more -- including another 4oz forced down me, and congratulated themselves, some repositioned me on the mattress. I was put on my hands and knees with my face pushed into the mattress, my legs spread, and my ass cheeks pointing high in the air. I could feel cum dripping out of my pussy. I heard someone say, "Before we stick it up her ass we'd better practice our aim." Another held my shoulders and sides tight. I turned my head to see what was going on. I couldn't believe it. Even through the fog of my daze I saw a dart being thrown right at me. For recreation they were using my ass as a dartboard! A shorter than normal one-inch dart tip slammed into my ass cheek. Its point was twice as thick as the damn pushpins and four times as long. It tore a hole and buried itself one inch deep in my ass. I didn't realize it until later but they had painted circles and a bull's-eye on my ass. What now looked like 20 men spent the next 15 minutes giving me more excruciating pain and humiliation. Most darts stuck in my ass. A couple hit a thigh and entered a muscle. One errant throw slanted into my lower back. The men had 15 minutes of pure giddiness.
The leader sneered, "If that wasn't good enough for ya, we got BB-guns that can fill your ass with BBs if you want. Or if you prefer we could fuck your ass instead. If that's what you want yell out to everybody what you prefer." He whispered specifics.
It was no contest between two evils: having my ass filled with buckshot or inviting a bunch of pugnacious men to fuck it. Reciting his words, at the top of my lungs I yelled, "I WANT EVERYONE'S COCK IN MY ASS. EVERYONE FUCK MY ASS. I BEG YOU. FUCK MY ASS HARD." My words were slurred from the whiskey but they understood.
"Let's open this fuck pig's asshole," cried the leader. "Don't need no lube. By the sixth cock her ass'll be good and loose. Before that... well, you heard her. Fuck her ass hard and make her feel it." With a man pushing back against my shoulders the first butt fucker climbed between my legs and poised his cock on my anus. He made a steady hard push and in one fell swoop slowly buried his cock in my ass. It was tight. I felt like there was a watermelon in my bowels and I might burst any minute. My husband had done this only once but he had been slow and gentle and allowed me to adjust. This was the second invasion of my ass. It was with malice and, like they meant it to, hurt like hell. While the others cheered the man fucked my dart-indented ass with slow, full and hard strokes. After a good 15 minutes he held his cock deep, bellowed, and filled my bowels with cum. He pulled out. Within seconds another took his place. My tight dry ass was being stretched and fucked for the third time in my life.
