'Why would they want to fuck her now,' She wondered bitterly, Leon had broken her, physically and emotionally.
Her face was so swollen and it throbbed painfully. Her eyes felt like they were too big to fit in her eye sockets. She looked almost demonic with the whites of her eyes completely red, and her dark chocolate brown irises made them appear almost pitch black. Her breathing was labored. Her pussy was swollen, and she had an ache that wrapped around her ass and hips before marching up her back making her feel like she was impaled in both her vagina and rectum. It felt like she had spearheads driven deep inside her, their bladed heads slicing up her insides and puncturing her lungs. Below the stabbing sensations of spears, her belly felt so full and bloated it should have been hanging below her, big and round, appearing full term pregnant. Finally, she had an overwhelming desire to puke at any moment!
She was far beyond her limits of endurance...no... she must endure...for Jason...for Heather...
-(Blink)-
Jason and Heather were suddenly in front of her, she was sitting on a quilt in the front yard of the Galdren farm. It was fourteen years ago. Jason was twenty-six, she was twenty-two, and Heather was four. They were living in the barn behind his family's house. Jason had spent eight months renovating it after she found out she was pregnant. They had been together for ten years at this point, the last six of which they were married but it still felt fresh and new!
They were all happy!
Except for her terrible secret!
Heather wasn't Jason's...she was Calvin's!
She looked around the yard, her eyes following Jason as he played with Heather. It was just before she gave him an ultimatum; move away with her, or lose her and Heather forever. The reality was, Calvin wouldn't leave her alone, he was insisting that she let him get her pregnant again, and she wasn't going to do that!
The memory danced in her mind; A brief perfect moment that hadn't really existed, rather, it was a fabrication idealized from her desire to be Jason's soul focus. The reality was that Janice, Claire, Chastity, and Hannah had all been there with their children, and Jason had played with all of them equally. Charlene found that she wished she was that young woman again, when she was still innocent and faithful... Faithful? Another lie she had convinced herself of, for years. How had she deceived herself so thoroughly; that she was faithful? The reality was she had never been faithful!
The hallucination shattered, and Charlene flexed her jaw as the uncomfortable metal ring gag dug into the roof of her mouth. She could do this...for them...for herself. She had to, or everything was in vain!
Men began filing into the torture chamber, and she did her best to look at each one them, they were all blurs...
'Twenty men!' She cried inside her own head, 'Fuck me!'
All of them were naked except for full black leather masks over their heads. There were six black men, five ruddy men, and nine white men. None of them were as grossly overweight as Haiden, but seven of them had beer bellies of various sizes, eight were of an average build, and five looked to be athletically fit. Of them all, only the athletic men seemed to care to groom their bodies. As all the men filed in, they laughed at her!
They could all see Haiden's cum dribbling out of her mouth in long white dollops that splattered on the floor below her as many of them began rubbing hands together in anticipation. Others already hand their hands on infantile penises, trying to rub life into them while a few didn't have erection problems. Their dicks stood straight out like flag poles as they ran their hands down her taupe-brown colored skin glistening with sweat.
Her eyes widened at their touch, and tears of blood welled up across her bottom lashes, cascaded over, and sprinkled her cheeks before running down to her chin. Being fucked by multiple men at the Volton had been hot and erotic and fun, but even that, after having hundreds of different men cum in her hundreds of times, had lost its charm. This was none of those things.
She hung in the middle of the room tied, and bound, and helpless. Above her suspended body, dangling from the ceiling, hung two winch cables. The first connected directly to her collar, and gave her Master the ability to hang her to death anytime at a whim. The second was attached to a D-ring welded in the center of a thirty-two inch steel pipe, and from that steel spreader bar dangled her.
She was positioned so that she was bent over a nonexistent table as her long jet black hair fell over her face obscuring the swelling around her eyes, cheeks, and mouth. Only her short hawkish nose poked out, with only her columella turning up so that all the men could admire her gold basket septum ring hanging in the dainty alcove of her philtrum of her top lip. Her mouth was still incredibly beautiful and seductive, despite being swollen and stretched open around a ring gag. Her pink lips looked plump and pouty and edible, as if they were sugar glazed as creamy sperm cascaded over her bottom lip to run down her chin and fall to the floor.
The ring gag straps wrapped around her head, but didn't hinder her hair from falling over her shoulders to drag through the cum pooled beneath her. Connected to the back of the ring gag was a bar attached to the main support bar that pulled her head back so that, bent over the way she was, her mouth and throat were a straight line for these men to spray their spend all the way to her stomach.
Hidden partially by her hair, she wore a thick black leather collar around her throat. It buckled just to the side of her esophagus and had two large D-rings sewn on the back of the neck where the first winch cable connected. Below the leather collar was a thick gold chain threaded through a one inch gold hoop with three dangling two carat square cut diamonds. The chain made a noose around her neck hung below her body a couple of inches before disappearing between in her cleavage before reappearing and lightly caressing her belly where a growing pregnancy bump pushed out her abdomen until she looked closer to twelve weeks along instead of eight. Following the curve of her belly the chain reached her pubic mound and threaded through a three quarters inch hoop that pierced her shaven smooth skin just above the slit of her camel-toe and disappeared between her pussy-lips. Between her labia, it threaded through another hoop that pierced a petal of her labia minora between her urethra and vagina to be followed by three two carat teardrop cut diamonds that dangled from the chain just below her vagina before the chain finally ended at a final half inch hoop anchored to her perineum.
Just above her ass, to each side of the central D-ring on the steel spreader bar, connected to the winch, was another set of D-rings ten inches off center from which hung two, fifteen inch long, cables clipped to rings sewn into the leather harness strapped tightly around her lusciously wide hips, muscular thick thighs, and fat round ass. With the majority of her weight born by the hip harness, the bar connecting to the ring gag that pulled back her head caused her belly sagged below in a sloping U-shape that thrust her chest out because her shoulders were also being pulled back behind her so that her wrists were shackled to the last two rings at each end of the steel spreader bar. The effect was that her massively fat breasts thrust out and swung pendulously below her like two soft brown, overly ripe watermelons hanging from her like grapes on a vine.
Her taupe-brown areolas were constricted tight making her slightly rosier nipples long and thick that dripped blood from new gold studs that pierced them, and between each stud swung another thick gold chain connecting her right nipple to the left that didn't let one breast swing too far without pulling the other with it. In the center of the gold chain dangled the last three two carat diamonds.
Below her hip harness, her legs were spread three feet wide and pulled to the full extension where her ankles were shackled to another bar that was anchored to the floor. The effect was highly sensual, and erotic, and humbling...
Two of the men stepped forward, one was dark while the other pale. Closing her eyes, she focused her mind on the carnal feeling of the long cock slipping through the ring gag and a large bulbous head sliding across her tongue and the roof of her mouth before heading down her throat. Hands yanked her hair, pulling her mouth forward and she consumed the entire thing. She inhaled the man's musky scent through her nose. He was clean shaven so that her nose was buried in the soft skin above his dick. When the man fucking her mouth heard her choking, he withdrew, released her hair, and caressed her shoulders as he ran his hands down and around her arms, over her shoulder blades, and down her back.
Another set of hands grabbed her waist. It must have been the other man. His hands slid down her lower back to her ass as he caressed each cheek. He took only a few seconds and caressed her before impatiently fingering her pussy. She heard the wet sound of cum and lubricant splattering on the floor before he ran his fingers across her vulva to her vagina. Playing with the gold chain and hoops, fingering the teardrop diamonds, he ran his pinky down to her urethra before pressing against it hard. She tried to scream in pain but her mouth was full, as he forced himself inside her urethra up to his first knuckle!
She began to quake as he tried to push in further, and she started choking when the cock in her mouth started blasting cum down her esophagus. The man behind her wasn't satisfied as she screamed as her eyes rolled back into her skull and she nearly fainted as he drove his pinky finger up her urethra all the way to his last knuckle!
She gagged as she inhaled cum to cackling laughter that was absorbed by the soundproof walls all around her, and the other men joined in. The anal plug about ten inches long was suddenly pulled out of her ass and lubricant shot out of her like a fountain as another man grabbed a paddle and another took up a riding crop, then both began beating her breasts like piñatas.
When the man with his pinky in her urethra blessedly removed his finger, it left her feeling like a red hot poker was impaling her bladder. Seconds later he stuck his fingers in her vagina, starting first with his middle finger before adding his index finger. It felt good amidst all the pain, and she tried to focus on that until he added his third and fourth fingers. Fiery pain flooded her brain as she moaned, her eyes crossed, cum gushed from her nose, and her vagina stretched open further than when she gave birth to Heather. She was suddenly so incredibly full as the man's fist disappeared inside her, and she could feel him balling up his fist...
