My arms ache, so do my legs. My whole body is in a constant state of soreness. Closing my eyes, I breathe in deep, trying to ignore the clothespins clamped onto my nipples. The sun shines through the one window in the room, they will likely come back soon.
How had I been so stupid? Walking into this warehouse, not telling anyone where I was going. And for what, the promise of easy money. I should have known. Why would a couple of strangers just approach someone and offer them a job?
The door creaks open, footsteps approach. I keep my eyes closed, dreading the beginning of the day's tortures. I feel then next to me, their now familiar smell makes me want to gag. A rough hand grabs at my head, forcing it up to upwards.
“Rise and shine boy, you're gonna love what we have planned for you today.”
Slowly I open my eyes. My captors sneer down at me, already toying with the crotch of their jeans. I say nothing. When they first captured me I would scream and shout, swearing and cursing them for what they were doing to me. Since then I realised this is what they want, a reaction. Now I try my hardest not to give them anything.
“Cat got your tongue? That's ok, I am sure we can find other uses for that pretty mouth of yours.” My face is pressed into his crotch, I don't resist as I feel the hardness of his cock beneath his jeans.
Soon his manhood is released and presented to me. I take it without complaint, obediently sucking as I have been taught. I learned early on that resistance is not tolerated by these men.
As I work on the first guy's shaft, the other reaches down, pressing a finger against my sore and abused anus. I can't help but wince as the finger is roughly pushed into me. Seeing my reaction, they laugh, enjoying the misery they are inflicting on me.
The finger withdraws, my sense of relief is only momentary, I know the day is just starting. There is a swish behind me, my buttocks explode with the sharp sting of a cane. Stifling a cry, I try to continue at the task at hand, the cock buried halfway down my throat.
Blow after blow lands on my exposed cheeks, the pain amplified on the already bruised and tender flesh. Tears spring to my eyes as I endure the relentless onslaught on my body. I fight them back, not wanting to give them the satisfaction.
It is, however, a losing battle, it always is. The first big teardrop slides down my cheek, opening the floodgates for the rest. I know this is what they want, to see me miserable and broken, but I can't hold back.
The man fucking my face notices, I feel his cock harden further as he wipes a palm against my wet face, tasting the salty liquid. His thrusts become harder and quicker. I know he is close.
He pumps his vile load down my throat, holding my face tight against his crotch as he does so. Done with me she shoves me back. Fighting back vomit, I choke and wheeze as I try to regain composure.
I feel the rope around my wrists loosen as they are untied. At the start of my stay here, I would fight and struggle during these transitions, thinking it was my best chance of escape. I now know it is pointless, I am never getting out of here.
They quickly tie me into a new position. This has been my life for the last two weeks. They tie me up, hurt me, fuck me, humiliate me, then when they are done they quickly set me in a new pose and start again.
As a fresh set of tortures start, I once more feel tears fill my eyes. Blinking them away, I concentrate on not crying. Maybe this time I can win this one small victory. As rough hands spread my ass cheeks, poking at my tender hole, I realise it is a battle I will not win.
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My arms ache, so do my legs. My whole body is in a constant state of soreness. Closing my eyes, I breathe in deep, trying to ignore the clothespins clamped onto my nipples. The sun shines through the one window in the room, they will likely come back soon.
How had I been so stupid? Walking into this warehouse, not telling anyone where I was going. And for what, the promise of easy money. I should have known. Why would a couple of strangers just approach someone and offer them a job?
The door creaks open, footsteps approach. I keep my eyes closed, dreading the beginning of the day's tortures. I feel then next to me, their now familiar smell makes me want to gag. A rough hand grabs at my head, forcing it up to upwards.
“Rise and shine boy, you're gonna love what we have planned for you today.”
Slowly I open my eyes. My captors sneer down at me, already toying with the crotch of their jeans. I say nothing. When they first captured me I would scream and shout, swearing and cursing them for what they were doing to me. Since then I realised this is what they want, a reaction. Now I try my hardest not to give them anything.
“Cat got your tongue? That's ok, I am sure we can find other uses for that pretty mouth of yours.” My face is pressed into his crotch, I don't resist as I feel the hardness of his cock beneath his jeans.
Soon his manhood is released and presented to me. I take it without complaint, obediently sucking as I have been taught. I learned early on that resistance is not tolerated by these men.
As I work on the first guy's shaft, the other reaches down, pressing a finger against my sore and abused anus. I can't help but wince as the finger is roughly pushed into me. Seeing my reaction, they laugh, enjoying the misery they are inflicting on me.
The finger withdraws, my sense of relief is only momentary, I know the day is just starting. There is a swish behind me, my buttocks explode with the sharp sting of a cane. Stifling a cry, I try to continue at the task at hand, the cock buried halfway down my throat.
Blow after blow lands on my exposed cheeks, the pain amplified on the already bruised and tender flesh. Tears spring to my eyes as I endure the relentless onslaught on my body. I fight them back, not wanting to give them the satisfaction.
It is, however, a losing battle, it always is. The first big teardrop slides down my cheek, opening the floodgates for the rest. I know this is what they want, to see me miserable and broken, but I can't hold back.
The man fucking my face notices, I feel his cock harden further as he wipes a palm against my wet face, tasting the salty liquid. His thrusts become harder and quicker. I know he is close.
He pumps his vile load down my throat, holding my face tight against his crotch as he does so. Done with me she shoves me back. Fighting back vomit, I choke and wheeze as I try to regain composure.
I feel the rope around my wrists loosen as they are untied. At the start of my stay here, I would fight and struggle during these transitions, thinking it was my best chance of escape. I now know it is pointless, I am never getting out of here.
They quickly tie me into a new position. This has been my life for the last two weeks. They tie me up, hurt me, fuck me, humiliate me, then when they are done they quickly set me in a new pose and start again.
As a fresh set of tortures start, I once more feel tears fill my eyes. Blinking them away, I concentrate on not crying. Maybe this time I can win this one small victory. As rough hands spread my ass cheeks, poking at my tender hole, I realise it is a battle I will not win.