“I do more than just lay there! I got tied up once!” I say proudly.
“Have you ever been raped?” She says too quickly.
We both just sit there for a moment.
“Uhm… have you?” I say, concerned for my friend.
“Oh god, not like that! No, like hot rape. Well, I mean, like you want it! God, I don't know how to explain it!” She stammers, looking for the words.
“You can have hot rape?” I ask, somewhat interested.
Jess is my best friend; we've known each other for years.
We even work at the same coffee shop.
We even kinda look like sisters.
She’s just a little shorter than me.
She's blonde and has deep emerald eyes.
She has a nice athletic build, wide hips, and really long legs.
Her ass is the only thing I'm legitimately jealous of.
Oh, and her enjoyment of anal.
She's always mocked me for that.
I've tried it once, but the pain was too much.
“Have you tried out my present yet?” Jess says with a smile on her face.
The tiny pink butt plug.
“No! I threw it out!” I say, embarrassed.
“You did not! You're probably wearing it now. Bend over and show me!” She grins.
“Oh yeah, why don't you show everyone your fucking asshole! Slut!” I say mockingly.
I see something change in her eyes.
“You fucking want to!” I yell out.
“You fucking freak.” I say with a smile.
Customers freeze and look at us giggling like schoolgirls.
“There's a lot of things I want to do and have done!” She winks at me.
“Oh, what's the craziest thing you've done?” I ask in curiosity.
“You first, Miss Missionary!” She says as an insult.
“I do more than just lay there! I got tied up once!” I say proudly.
“Have you ever been raped?” She says too quickly.
We both just sit there for a moment.
“Uhm… have you?” I say, concerned for my friend.
“Oh god, not like that! No, like hot rape. Well, I mean, like you want it! God, I don't know how to explain it!” She stammers, looking for the words.
“You can have hot rape?” I ask, somewhat interested.
“I mean, like you arrange it. It's, like, professional.” She whispers.
“Professional! What the fuck?” I'm astonished by where this conversation is going.
“How do you even set that up?”
“Oh, you just have to look up something like 'kidnapping rape services.' But you have to spell it backwards!” Her eyes drift away from me, and a private smile pulls at her lips.
Then she catches herself.
“Oh, um, yeah, don’t do it. It’s pretty rough for someone as vanilla as you.” She sticks her tongue out at me.
“I do weird stuff too!” I protest.
“Fred was just teasing you last week for being a pillow princess.” She says, not knowing that it hurt my feelings.
“Fred's cheating on me.” I say sadly.
“What the fuck! What do you mean?” She yells out.
“Hey, it's time to get back to work, and if you yell 'fuck' one more time, you're fucking fired.” Our manager yells over the counter at us.
All of the customers are at a loss about what just happened.
Several people abandon the line and leave.
“He's a piece of shit.” I say, walking back behind the counter.
The rest of the day passes normally.
“Bye, slut! Try not to get raped!” I yell across the dark, empty parking lot at my friend.
“Are you stupid? Shhhhh!” she yells back at me, concerned and embarrassed.
I get in my car.
“Good, you should be embarrassed.” I say to myself.
DING
Fred: I'm breaking up with you.
What the fuck?
“Fuck this bitch!” I yell out before pressing the call button.
“I don't want to-”
“What, you're fucking dumping me to go fuck that fat bitch Sally?”
“Abby, that's not-”
“No, fuck you! I know you're fucking her, and you're a piece of shit!” I yell, throwing it all on the table.
“That's not wh-” I cut him off again.
“I don't want to fucking hear it. We're done. Fuck you!” I say stupidly.
He yells out, “Okay, first off, fuck you. I dumped you. Second, at least Sally isn't a fucking board that just fucking lays there, you dumb cunt. Third of all, shave your pussy; that shit's gross!”
“You kno-”
Click
He hangs up on me.
“Fuck! Piece of fucking shit!”
I throw my phone across the passenger seat.
“Vanilla.”
“Pillow princess.”
“Fucking a board.” I scream with increased rage in the dark parking lot.
I snatch the phone back up.
Jess thinks I’m boring.
Fred thinks I’m boring.
I’ll fucking show them.
I click the top bar: “Kidnapping rape services.”
“A group of men released from custody after providing a kidnapping rape service to a young woman.” Article after article of this same story pops up.
“Can consent be withdrawn after requesting rape?” Another article catches my eye.
“Shit, backwards.” I remember, pulling myself away from the headlines.
“gnippandik epar secivres”
“Oh my god.” I gasp at my screen.
A whole network of professional services.
Prices attached.
Hundreds, even thousands.
One listing charges extra for scheduling an experience for a “friend.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
Whatever.
I don’t want anyone else involved.
“Free professional fantasy service.” I click the link.
Free kidnapping and rape.
Fill out the form.
Send your info.
E-sign.
Consent to video distribution.
“Video distribution? Who would watch me getting ‘raped’? Whatever.”
BEGIN INTAKE
I click the blue words.
Please fill out the questions.
How many men?
I start to count my past partners and choose “D,” more than 10.
“Very strange. What if I were a lesbian?” I question out loud.
Any markings?
I choose yes.
I have a tattoo on my wrist.
Anal?
I've tried it.
I choose yes.
Genital piercing?
I think nipples count.
Me and Jess got them together last year.
Yes.
Do you want dogs?
I would love a puppy! I click yes.
Submit
I click the large button.
This page cannot be modified after submission.
Please reread all answers.
“Jess is going to flip.” I giggle and screenshot my answers with the company name at the top.
Elite Noncon
“Such a silly name and questions.”
I send my ID and a picture of my face.
Then I click the consent for video distribution.
“They want $10,000 or a silly video! That's crazy.” I continue talking to myself.
SUBMIT
I click the button.
“By submitting, you confirm that your ***********ions are accurate and authorize activation of the requested experience. Once activated, requests cannot be modified or canceled.”
AUTHORIZE REQUEST
Click
Install app
“What the fuck? Must be part of the service.”
I click through the install screens.
“See you soon, Abby,” a voice says through my phone.
I drop it.
Rapidly, the screen starts moving.
Contacts.
Messages.
Gallery.
Search history.
I try calling Jess.
“Airplane mode activated.”
I turn it back off.
As soon as the bars come back, the airplane symbol returns.
I go to throw my phone out the window.
“Jess needs the picture! Fuck!” I lock my phone and race to her apartment.
“Jess! Jess!” I pound on her door.
Jess opens the door, hiding behind it.
“Abby!”
I run into the room.
“Jess, I did something bad!” This time, my phone unlocks without resistance.
I delete the app.
Then go to my gallery.
I hand Jess my phone.
She closes the door, hiding her naked body from the world.
“Abby, what the fuck did you do!” Jess screams.
“What's going on?” Fred comes out in a panic.
“Jess, what the fuck!” I scream and break down.
“Fred, get the fuck out now!” Jess yells.
“You can hate me in 5 minutes. Do you know what these questions are?”
“Uhm, fuck, god, fuck you! It's a fucking about-me section!” I say, flustered and angry.
“Oh my god… No, these are what you requested done to you…” Jess says in terror.
“What do you mean?” I panic.
“Okay, so you said you want to be fucked by more than 10 guys.” Jess says, wincing.
“Oh my god, no!” I say, beginning to ball up.
“Hold on, Abby. You really fucked up. You consented to being whipped and beaten, being ass-fucked, having your pussy pierced. Oh my god, Abby, why did you say yes to dogs!” She says in shock.
“I thought it was asking if I wanted dogs one day! Who fucks dogs!” I say, crying hysterically.
“Holy shit, prim and proper vanilla Abby is going to get fucked by a dog!” Fred begins laughing.
Jess turns on Fred angrily.
“If you don't get the fuck out of here now, I will make sure you get charged with rape! Cameras saw you sneaking into my house, and I have your cum in my bloody, bruised ass!” Jess yells out to my ex-boyfriend.
“Fuck you!” He yells and runs out of the house.
“Sorry, that was really graphic.” Jess apologizes to me.
“What the fuck do I do, Jess!” I scream out.
“Fuck, I don't know.” She studies the name.
“I used these guys once. Nothing like what you’re about to go through.” Her eyes drift with the memory before she notices my face.
The warmth disappears.
“But it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. It's a 3-day session, and they use the video as payment, unless you paid the fee.” She tells me I'm fucked.
Literally.
“Why don't you still use them?” I whimper out between sobs.
“The only reason I don't use them anymore is because I don't like not having a safeword. They always push you too far on purpose, and they refuse to let you even make a safeword. It's good for clicks and makes it feel real.” She says dismissively and rolls her eyes.
“Well, it is real!” I scream.
“When can I expect to get fucking ass-raped by 10 men and a fucking dog!”
“Oh, well, it won't happen all at once. First, the guys will kidnap you. They will strip you down. They will treat you real rou-”
“Jess! Fucking focus!” I scream, catching her hand going between her legs.
“You think this is funny, don't you!”
“No! Not funny… but kinda hot.” Jess says, now openly masturbating, trying to take the edge off of the situation.
“Fuck you, Jess!” I scream while storming out.
“Are you ready?” She yells to me before I slam the door.
“No, I'm not ready to get kidnapped and raped, Jess!” I yell while neighbors stare at the scene in confusion.
Jess comes out of the door naked.
“Well, you might want to get ready. Want help?” She smirks, running her finger down my chest.
“Fuck you!” I say pointedly before storming off.
“Hope you enjoy the dog cock in your ass, slut!” She yells through the hall.
My face turns red as I run out of the building.
Three days later
“My-” I stop before reading the rest of the cup aloud.
MY TURN
Is this it?
The website isn't fake.
A man steps up to the counter.
“I believe that’s mine.”
He smirks as I silently hand him the cup.
“Have a nice day, sir…” I say hesitantly.
“Oh, we will have a great day.” He says, turning away from me and walking out of the store.
“Jess, that was him.” I whisper.
“This is the fucking sixth guy you've said is going to rape you! That's a normal-ass guy.” She says, rolling her eyes.
Then she gets a wicked smile.
“Oh, do you think he has a big cock?” She says loudly, still angry with me.
“Shut the fuck up!” I throw my apron off.
“Fuck you all!” I yell as I storm out of the building.
I get in my car and begin to cry.
“Fuck this shit! I'm so tired of being scared.” I throw my car into drive and pull out of the parking lot.
I drive down the road, and I see three large SUVs following me.
I turn down a side street, trying to lose them.
They keep up.
I turn again.
Then again.
Two SUVs remain in my mirror.
By the time I realize the third one is no longer behind me, something slams into my car.
The crash isn't enough to deploy my airbags.
My head is spinning, and I hear ringing.
Rough hands open my door.
“Call the police and get the accident report started,” I hear a familiar voice say.
“You can have me all three days too if you remove the dog.” Jess passes me as they drag me from the car.
She slides behind my wheel and adjusts the seat.
Then retrieves my insurance card.
“No, we can only remove the whipping. Tell your friend to read carefully next time. Oh, and it's dogs.” The man from the damaged SUV says with a smile.
“Jess.” I whisper as I'm being carried away.
“You'll be okay, Abby! I did what I could to help!” Jess says sadly.
The bag drops over my head.
Tape tightens across my mouth through the fabric, then binds my arms and legs.
I begin to sob and try to thrash to escape my abductors.
At the first lull in my kicking, they shove me into a cage.
Metal wire rattles around me as I thrash.
Something sharp bites into my neck.
Cold spreads beneath my skin.
Nausea rolls through me.
The faint light filtering through the hood disappears.
When I wake, the hood is gone.
I can't look around.
My head is roughly pressed against a cold metal surface.
I have a collar and chain holding my neck still.
This smells like my old storage unit.
It's stuffy.
“Hello!” I yell out.
An echo.
Is it a warehouse?
I can’t look down or move enough to feel for clothing.
There’s one stupid way to find out.
I bear down, hoping fabric will catch it.
The warmth collects in my pubic hair and wicks down it like a faucet.
The uneven floor makes the urine rush across the cold steel into my face.
“That was not my plan!” At least I know I'm naked now.
Now I'm face down in a puddle of my warm piss, in some dirty warehouse, with my naked ass up in the air.
Footsteps on the concrete assault my ears.
“Please, just let me go! I made a mistake!” I cry out.
“Oh, we know. That's what will make this livestream the best ever!” The man says calmly.
“Livestream!” I scream.
“You're not a very good reader, are you?” He asked me.
“I was just upset when I filled everything out!” I'm openly crying now.
“Yes, and you consented to being raped for 3 days straight!” He is moving around me.
“This is real rape, you know!” I say, scared.
He adjusts something behind me.
“You signed the form, and we have amazing lawyers. Oh, and it'll look really bad accusing us of rape when you're getting paid.”
A light turns on.
“Paid?” I say, puzzled.
“Twenty-five percent of everything the stream earns after the first ten thousand.” The man runs his finger down my naked back.
I shiver at his touch.
“You think you’re going to make ten thousand dollars off me?” I laugh.
He turns a monitor toward me.
20,000 LIVE VIEWERS
$5,000 DONATED
“That’s from you lying here for three hours.” He says with a grin.
“We titled the stream 'Accidentally Raped!'”
“Please don't do this!” I beg.
Then I hear very loud footsteps.
“Are we fucking ready? They’re already hitting the site. You want them to crash the fucking servers again? Start the show. They’re getting angry.” I can't see the man, but he speaks with an accent.
It sounds angry.
I think it's Russian.
Woof
Woof
I begin to sob.
“No! No, fuck you!” I try to thrash!
“Come, boy. This one isn’t for you! You think I’d let my fucking dog touch that nasty hairy piss soaked pussy?” His footsteps move away.
Claws click rapidly across the concrete after him.
“Oh, I’m too dirty for a fucking dog now!” I scream.
Footsteps stop.
I hear the powerful tail thudding against the floor rapidly.
“You know what!” I hear a voice boom across the warehouse.
“That dirty fucking mouth just got you in trouble. Up, Rex!”
The table begins to rock beneath me.
“No, I’m fucking sorry! Please, no!” Panic tears through me.
Footsteps sound like thunder in my ears as multiple people come running.
“Get in position!” The man with the thick accent yells.
The screen on the livestream changes.
The main camera is showing my pink pussy spread open.
Between my two meaty, hairy lips are wet ribbons of pink, aroused lines leading down to a swollen nub.
The rough tongue of the dog flicks the nub, and my body jolts forward.
I feel my nipples tug against bindings I didn't know were there.
“Fuck, what the fuck was that! What's on my tits?” No one answers me.
Without the ability to escape, the dog continues its assault on my blistering hot sex.
Did they give me something?
Or am I just this horny?
“God, fuck! Keep going!” I whisper.
The chat begins to light up.
“Look at that fuck hair!”
“The whore loves it!”
“Wait till the knot!”
$7,358 DONATED
34,964 LIVE VIEWERS
My eyes shut in embarrassment.
I just focus on my furry lover eating my cute pussy and trying not to cum in front of this horrible audience.
I soon find out that is not my biggest fear.
POLL
A: PUSSY
B: ASS
Shows up on screen.
“Pussy,” I scream! “Please, let him fuck my pussy!” I begin to cry.
I see the huge camera hover in my face.
“Please, please, please choose my pussy.” I beg my evil audience.
Let's see how evil they are.
The dog continues to drive his tongue into my pussy.
“Yes, please let him fuck my pussy!” I pretend to be lost in my lust for them.
Am I pretending?
Despite my request, B is winning by a healthy amount.
10… 9…
“Please, everyone, vote ‘A’!” My face twists into an ugly cry.
My crying and hysteria have provoked the viewers to make A just a little sliver on the screen.
“NOOOO! Fuck! Please, no!” I try to thrash and scream.
My purple nipples are pulling at their binds, and my body is being thrown into panic.
1… End of vote.
“Hey, look at that! B won by a fucking mile!” The thick accent of the man hits my ears.
A thick, cold jelly plops between my ass cheeks.
The dog is pulled down to the floor, and I feel a finger begin to probe at my hole.
It feels painful.
“Why does that hurt so much!” I scream.
I'm ignored.
“Alright, Rex. Let's get you up here!” The owner's voice calls to the dog.
“He better fuck her good!” The Russian yells.
“Oh, he will.”
I see the red, swollen cock, huge on the screen compared to my tiny entrance.
“What the fuck is that thing!” I scream.
“He's going to fucking kill me!”
I feel the pointy head press against my hole.
I clamp down.
“You may want to relax.” The man says.
“No, let her be in fucking pain!” The Russian yells.
“They fucking love it!”
“Hurt her.”
“Rape her.”
“Break her.”
Flashing across the screen.
My attention is stolen from the screen as I feel the huge, evil appendage begin to thrust its way in with assistance.
The slimy cock breaks away my sphincter with its wedged shape.
“Fuck! Please, fuck!” The hand is removed from the cock, and I hear, “Fuck, boy!”
My eyes are fixed on the screen as I see the shiny red cock disappear.
The pain is not able to be described.
The thrust is like burning hot lava being dumped into my anus.
The dog buries his cock down to the furry sheath.
At a blistering speed, the dog begins to hump wildly.
“He's tearing me apart!” I can feel every movement the dog makes.
I can feel every vein in his rock-hard piece of flesh.
Every bump rippling across my tight ring of muscle milking its invader's shaft.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please make it stop!” I can't look away from the screen.
I can't close my eyes in pain.
I see the lube making my pussy hair mat down around my lips.
It adds to my humiliation.
This isn't me.
This can't be me.
It looks so hot.
But it hurts so bad.
This can't be real.
My brain focuses on the stream.
I watch the explicit scene as if it's someone else.
Something I can masturbate to.
I watch the dog's red, veiny cock thrusting out of the puffy, tight, red hole.
I try to reach for my cunt.
My hands are bound.
“She wants to masturbate that hairy snatch! Get her the vibrator.” The Russian man calls.
My face is red in shame.
But I continue to watch.
The pain is still unbearable, but so is my desire.
A wand is placed in my hand, and after fumbling with the position, I place it against my clit.
“Fuck!” Finally, my eyes close.
The thrusting is now bliss.
It's now a pleasure.
The tearing feeling is replaced by pure pleasure.
The sloppy sounds of the slimy cock, slipping in and out of my now relaxed, wet fuck hole, are audible over the humming of my plastic lover.
“Ahhhhh, fuck! Harder!” My toes curl.
Then I drop my vibrator.
My eyes go wide, and everything falls apart.
With a brutal shove of a rough hand, the canine's swollen cock is now tied in my ass.
“Take it out!” I scream.
“Take it the fuck out, you motherfuckers! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” Tears are rolling down my face as I'm pulling on my tit bindings.
I look at the screen, and he's no longer moving.
I feel warmth inside me.
Then I feel light thrusts and watch the scene before my eyes.
The force of his load has shot some white liquid around his airtight plug.
I see white drips leaking down, collecting thickly in my disgusting, matted mess.
“Vibrator!” I scream.
It's placed in my hand.
The humming tears through my body.
I feel it in my core.
The heat follows.
The greatest feeling washes over my body.
The tidal wave is building.
I feel euphoric.
My toes curl, and my eyes shut.
I feel my chain unlocked from my neck.
My head arches back.
A rough hand pulls my hair.
The bindings on my nipples pull tight.
The pain adds to my sensory overload.
With a tight jerk, I feel my bindings pull off.
“FUCK!!!!” I hear liquid crash against the table from my violent, intense orgasm.
The dog whimpers as my hole constricts around his cock.
He begins to pull at the hole.
“Fuck! Yes! Keep fucking hurting me!” The vibrator is against my clit hard, and I rock my body forward and bear down with my sphincter.
This time, when my orgasm releases, I relax my body and push.
Quickly, when the knot releases, the furry body is carried away to witness the disgusting scene.
I force my eyes open.
I see the thick, white fluid rush out of my bruised, purple ring.
The sensitive flesh painted with dog cum is now visible between the gaping hole.
My pussy has white fluid running down the collection of hair.
The dark, coarse pubes sparkle in the lights, and the white cum is dripping off the thick mange like a wick.
“That's so fucking hot.” Passes through my lips.
I try to wink and push my hole out for the camera, pleasing the sick side of my brain.
I feel the pain, but like a science experiment, I enjoy watching it.
Four fingers plunge into my swollen hole.
My brain lights up with pain after my orgasm.
My face falls down to the table, and I begin to cry again.
“Fuck, please don't do that. Give me a rest, fuck!” My emotions are high, and my body is so sensitive.
A hand with a mixture of slimy, wet liquids is presented in my face.
Instinctively, I go to work sucking on it.
If it's in my mouth, it can't be in my ass.
The taste is revolting.
I retch, trying to keep the hand in my mouth and away from my battered hole.
I slurp the liquid into my mouth and expel it around the hand.
I open my eyes and see the display.
My face looks so obscene.
I look like a pathetic whore.
The hand pulls out.
“Fuck, I'm hot!” I say to the camera and watch the chat explode.
Part 2
After the brutal ass fucking I received from the dog, my hole was bruised, swollen, and unbearably painful to touch.
I remained in my vulnerable position. My neck is no longer bound to the table, but my hands and legs are still locked in place.
My nipples are now free. The blood rushing back into them is still painful, especially not being able to rub them back to life.
The disgusting mix of fluids is resting right where my head was placed just thirty minutes ago. The strain on my neck almost makes it worth resting my whore face into the dirty mixture.
“Fucking stop!” I scream at the man who just shoved a plug into my swollen asshole.
“You don't get a rest, bitch! You can rest when you go home!” he says, ripping the plug from my hole quickly.
“God, fuck! Please just pick one, in or out!” I stare at the monitor, watching the erotic display. My asshole is now showing a tiny gape around the purple tissue.
“Fuck her!”
“She’s a dirty slut.”
“Piss in her ass.”
“Piss in my ass?” That was weird.
“We’re getting ready to leave you for the night. You get to pick how you’re left until the overnight shift takes over,” the man says bluntly.
“I want to be fucking left alone, preferably unbound,” I say angrily.
“Oh, funny girl. No. You can either be bound standing over top of the fucking machine until next shift, or you can be bound sitting on the vibrator.” The man presents me with my choices.
“Well, that's pretty fucked up! How about you lick my gaped fuck hole!” I say loudly.
“You don't want me to make up a position for you to suffer in, slut.”
“Oh yeah? What the fuck are you going to do to me? Fucking rape me? Oh wait, that's why I'm fucking here! Do your fucking worst!” I say with pure rage.
“Okay, slut!” the man says, walking away.
“Fuck you! Fuck all of you!” I scream into the monitor.
Over $15,000 in donations already.
“You’re sick fucking pieces of shit, you know that? I'm really being fucking raped here!” I say angrily.
When I look back at the monitor, the new total is $17,658.
“Real fucking nice.”
I realize what the game is.
“Do your fucking worst!” I scream and thrash in my bindings like a caged animal, like the animals that will be raping me.
I hear wheels skating across the floor. I look back. My eyes go wide.
“I was going to let you cum. Now, since you're a disobedient little slut, you will stay on edge until my friend starts his performance for the audience here!” I place my face into the putrid mixture of filth. If I don't see it, then it may not happen.
“I'm sorry, I'll be good!” I cry.
“Remember that tomorrow night,” the thick Russian accent says mockingly.
The thick, twelve-inch dog cock attached to the long metal shaft is placed behind me. The knot on it is huge. The point of it is designed to break open whatever is in its path.
“That's not going to fit all the way in my pussy!” I scream out.
“Oh, I know!” he says with a grin.
“No, fuck, please don't do that to me again! Please, fuck no!” I beg and plead.
He presses a button, and a large jet of white liquid shoots out of the tip. “This is cum lube. It's as slick as the real thing, and thick enough for you to feel it filling you.” I see the hose is attached to a fifty-five-gallon drum of the stuff.
“Please, I'll fucking die. I won't make it to the three days.” I begin to cry.
“Don't worry. We'll keep you conscious and safe until someone comes back in the morning.” He attaches a heart rate cuff to my arm and sticky pads to my chest.
I see a new display light up on the monitor. It's streaming my vitals.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He ignores my questions.
He clamps a steel band around my waist. It bites into my flesh slightly. He installs a large, powerful vibrator onto my new harness. After several twists of the adjustment screw, it is locked tight against my pussy.
“This is going to hurt,” he warns.
“What the fuck? Fuck you!” I yell at his warning.
He begins to clip clothespins to my outer labia. They pinch tightly on my meaty, hairy lips. “Fuck you! Fuck, pull them the fuck off!” I scream.
He uses a string to spread my lips and ties the string around my thighs, opening me up wide. The vibrator now rests on my unobstructed clit.
“This fucking hurts, you bastard! You all like seeing my fucking cunt open up for you sick fucks!” I stare at the screen and cannot help but feel a deep arousal at my own debasement.
My pussy is still untouched, pretty and pink, now completely spread for these sick perverts to jerk off to.
“Isn't that such a cute pussy? It's a shame we've neglected it today. We'll have to correct that failure tomorrow,” the man says, sending a shiver down my spine.
His finger runs down the wet inner folds of my pussy. I can see the slime that it is picking up from the previous exploits and my own arousal.
I lift my head, letting the foul mixture of cum and piss soaking my hair drip down onto the table. I see the man stick his wet fingers in his mouth. His eyes close, and I see his cock stiffen. “Fuck, that'll be a fun time tomorrow.”
“Alright, let's finish you up for the night!” He loosens a fastener on the machine. It's now able to tilt freely. He presses the pointy rubber cock at the base of my broken hole.
“Fuck, that hurts! Please don't do this!” He adjusts the machine so that the thrust never fully leaves my anus.
“This is a state-of-the-art machine. It's probably smarter than you are,” he says, chuckling.
“Fuck you!” I yell.
“No, you're getting fucked.” He smiles and flips a switch. Both machines come to life. The vibrator only seems to have one speed, and that's "fuck you." The machine, on the other hand, is moving slowly.
I feel every inch of the veiny rubber dog phallus enter my hole. “Fuck! God, fuck, that hurts!” The nine inches of cock begins to slither into my meaty fuck tunnel. It stretches and straightens the path of my colon as it goes. The force is something mechanical. It doesn't yield, and it doesn't falter. It just presses into the soft flesh and pushes it out of the way.
“Fahhhhh… gahhhh… fuck!” Slowly, the two opposing sensations are driving me mad. Just pick a speed. My pussy is throbbing and wanting to explode while my ass is methodically being stretched and destroyed.
The thrust is finally done. The knot is not inserted. That must be a mercy or an oversight. I'm thankful either way.
The dildo begins pulling my fleshy insides out with every ridge. I see bright pink poke between the purple ring and rubber invader.
The obscene sight and the violent vibration are too much. I begin to bear down. This does not help the pain felt from the large dildo being sucked out of my hole, tightly wrapped around it. The pain of it, on the other hand, breaks my brain, and a red light starts flashing.
My eyes shoot open wide as the impossible just occurred. My body shoots forward, and time stands still. The humming on my clit stops.
“FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!”
With a mechanical whine, the knot of the large rubber cock is buried into my hole. The speed didn't let my brain realize what happened. It had no give; it had no warm-up.
An alarm goes off. My ears are ringing, and I hear a click.
My body is shot with freezing cold water. A high-pressure jet hits my pussy at the opening, filling it with water. Another nozzle in a wide pattern shoots my breasts, instantly making my nipples rock hard. Finally, a rotating jet pattern hits my back. I feel like the water is tearing my skin off.
“What the fuck? Fuck! Stop! Fuck! Fuck! God, fuck!” I scream out in terror and pain. The assault only lasts a moment. My monitor is still flashing red. Then a countdown starts: thirty… twenty-nine… twenty-eight…
“What the fuck was that?” I scream. My anus is clenched around the large knot, straining to close completely. It hurts so badly. My senses are overloaded from all the sensations I just experienced. Any hope of an orgasm is long gone for the moment.
“That, my love, is your punishment,” the man says, running his hand down my cold, wet back.
The room is gradually getting hotter as the moments pass. “Fuck you!” I scream. “Fuck your punishment! I didn't do anything!” The monitor never stops flashing. Zero blinks on the screen.
CLICK.
“Fuck! God fucking damnit.” I thrash, and the cock burrowed into my colon begins to put pressure on me as I move. It makes every movement feel like I'm ripping my organs apart.
The water is relentless. It hurts so badly. It's so cold and sucks all the heat from my body. It extinguishes my lust.
My mind can think of nothing but the cold and my intestines being stretched and torn.
The water only lasts for a few moments, but the effect lingers.
“You may want to relax,” the cocky Russian voice says calmly.
“How the fuck am I supposed to relax?” The monitor begins to beep rapidly. My heart symbol flashes. The number jumps from twenty-five down to zero instantly.
“What the fuck did I do?” I scream out.
CLICK.
This time there is no heat. No lust. Just anger.
The water stops. I clench down my muscles hard. I expel the cold water from my pussy in a squirting stream that splashes on the table.
I bow my head onto the cold, wet metal table. All of the filth has been washed away. I breathe deeply and try to calm myself. The throbbing pain in my gut is making it difficult.
I look toward the screen and see my heartbeat dropping. The red light is still flashing but slower, almost as if it's my own beating heart.
I breathe a sigh of relief before I see the number flash on the screen.
CLICK.
I close my eyes and attempt to steel myself for the freezing torture. If I can keep my heart rate low, then my punishment is over.
I glance over and notice the number rising but not peaking. The flashing is not rapid. My body is freezing. My pussy and ass are fatigued from the filling sensation. I have lost complete feeling in my rock-hard nipples.
“Fuck! Please let it stop!” I cry.
The water stops, and my heart rate is slowing now. I look at the donations.
$24,637.
The red light flashes to life. The monitor begins to beep, but the number doesn't collapse yet. I close my eyes and breathe. I don't dare open them.
When I think thirty seconds have passed, I look at the screen.
One… zero…
Orange fills the screen around the broadcast.
There is no click.
“Am I free from this now?” I say triumphantly.
The Russian bursts out into laughter, a deep belly laugh, like I just told a joke. Then the punchline comes.
“Fuck!” A shrill scream erupts from my throat.
Water shoots from my pussy, spraying the Russian standing behind me.
The knot is yanked from my hole. I look at the screen. My pink tissue is swallowing the shaft of the dog cock.
The phallus now looks small in comparison to the ring that the pink flesh is protruding from, gaped only slightly smaller than the large knot strangling my pink tissue.
The humming continues as well, vibrating my frozen nub of flesh.
I smash my head down on the cold steel and scream in blissful agony. “Make it stop!” I begin to cry as the cock resumes its slow but powerful thrust.
I hide my face from the monitor, from the entire world, hoping I'll just wake up, hoping this isn't real. Even my brain is shouting at me, reminding me that I'm being slowly impaled.
I look at the screen. My pink flesh is finally back in its rightful place, inside my slut hole. The purple ring, now sporting lines of red like deep cracks in my body, hugs the rubber tightly.
My brain will not allow me to look away from the horror. It's kind enough to mask the fact that the body I'm being pushed to orgasm to is mine. The torture before my eyes is foreign. It's happening to someone else.
This can't be my body.
This is hot.
A slut is getting what she deserves.
A dirty cunt is being tortured.
Not me.
I watch the screen intently as the machine begins to pick up speed. My bowels have relaxed, and the thrust has become more rhythmic.
I clench down with my sphincter on the cock.
The slowing isn't immediate, and it doesn't return to its original speed, but the speed is reduced.
The screen flashes red. I see numbers this time, ten seconds. I dip my head and breathe. I'm not having an orgasm; I'm panicking. I shut my eyes and let the world fade.
The machine strokes are now noticeably faster in my relaxed state. I instinctively grind my hips on my vibrator, and my body tenses. I watch the slut on the screen trying to push herself to orgasm.
An alarm.
But I'm too far gone.
I thrust back on the cock. These ten seconds have to count.
I grind down on the vibrator. My toes curl, and my wrists pull at the bindings.
Five…
Then zero.
I watch as the knot ties into the whore's asshole. The frames are not quick enough to catch the moment, or maybe the pain blinded me.
“God! Fuck, fuck! Fuck! Please! Stop! I'll do anything!” I sob to whoever is listening.
CLICK.
Through the pain of the violent jets, desperate for release, I clench my teeth and power through the pain.
I flex against the shaft to use the water.
The feeling is euphoric.
The machine can tell.
My mouth falls open, and my eyes shoot open. The shaft rips the rubber from my body with a violence only a machine can achieve.
My flesh is yanked free from my body as the sudden vacancy causes a push that could rival a new mother's. I feel the cold mist against my pink, hanging muscle.
Before I can even admire the grotesque sight of my destroyed anus, the machine's brutality kicks back in and thrusts the knot and my prolapse back into the bloody ring of my once-cute hole.
“Please just stop!” I cry.
“What did we learn?” the man asks playfully.
“Fuck you,” I whisper.
Not paying attention to the monitor, I hear my pulse in my ear.
CLICK.
The water feels distant but familiar. I lie bound and helpless, breathing and trying to control myself. By the time the water stops, the screen has already turned orange.
“Goodbye, slut! Have fun tonight!” the Russian man says, laughing. The footsteps echo for a brief moment before the relentless machine yanks the knot from my ruined tunnel to continue its now vigorous pace.
The sound of the machine whining and the vibrator buzzing on my defenseless pussy drown out all other noises.
“I need to cum!” I scream.
“Keep going!”
“Cum!”
“There's no chance. Do it anyway!”
I read the chats scrolling at a remarkable speed.
$32,853.
“You guys want me to cum?” I yell.
I relax my anus, and the speed picks up. I begin to thrust back with the little movement I have available to me.
The control is intoxicating.
“I can win!” I scream.
The chat is cheering me on.
The viewers are rolling in.
The donations are climbing.
I watch the whore on screen, desperate for release, thrusting back against the slick base of the flared knot.
The bound lips of her pussy shake from involuntary muscle movements. The head of the vibrator makes tiny liquid droplets shoot into the air.
I see the alarm.
The red screen.
The vibrator stops.
Instead of clenching, I throw myself back against the thrust. The power shakes my core.
The water sprays cold as ice.
I continue to use my body to thrust the knot deeper. If the machine won't move, I will.
With the sheer power of hatred, I force myself to ignore the water.
My heart rate continues to rise.
“She’s going to fucking do it!”
“Go!”
“Oh my god!”
“So hot!”
I watch the words, the men stroking to me.
I feel release coming.
The cock is yanked free.
My insides push out.
It's thrust back in, warning me.
I grit my teeth through the pain.
The torrent of water blasts my body. The countdown goes to twenty-nine… then flashes back to thirty…
The second I understand I can't win, the machine answers.
This time with violence.
To punish my efforts, the machine pulls itself out completely even my prolapse can't touch the tip. Then, with a brutal speed, it punches back deeper than before. I feel the knot pass through my inner sphincter.
My orgasm is threatening my body. I'm shaking uncontrollably. I feel it coming. Fighting the water, fighting the pain, but the machine wins over and over with punishing speed. The pain is too much to bear, and my orgasm is replaced with painful exhaustion.
The water does not shut off. My heart rate won't come down. I'm hyperventilating, sobbing, and crying. I feel like ice is being shot into my body. My core is cold but burning with lust, confusing my brain, wanting euphoria.
“I knew the machine would win.”
“She can't do it.”
“Dumb whore.”
$42,385.
“You're all sick.” I breathe through the pain. I try to fight my lust.
I fight my brain.
I fight my heart.
I can't win like this.
The water stops.
Regret hits before the next thrust does.
The machine is cruel now. It thrusts in with an incredible speed. It pushes the knot halfway in, stretching me with each thrust but not collapsing my hole.
With every retraction, the point barely breaks contact with my prolapse, then repeats the cycle.
My mouth falls open at the assault. I can't think, and my body tenses. The machine does not relent.
“Fahh… gahhhh… pahhhh… fa,” I scream in gibberish.
My brain will not let me look at the screen. I only see me. I feel everything I see, the grotesque torture, the now deep crimson muscle coming out with every thrust, my swollen, red, puffy clit standing erect and twitching.
It's me.
I'm the whore.
I asked for this.
“I'm not boring now,” I whisper.
I obediently take my thrashing. The pain is intense. I try not to bear down, but it's not possible.
My heart rate only slowly goes up now. I feel the pleasure build. Then, like clockwork,
CLICK.
The knot ties, the water sprays, and I breathe.
12 a.m.
I lie in a puddle of my own drool. I watch the chat fly. The donations have been stuck.
$51,302.
Not a dollar in over six cycles.
The money doesn't bother me.
“Fuck you all,” I mumble as the canine rubber does its only job.
The vibrations do nothing. My sensations are dead.
I know my body feels them, but my mind does not.
My heart rate is a sign of that.
No matter how much I ignore it, my body cannot.
The water doesn't care about obedience.
Suddenly, the cock thrusts in deep.
“The screen isn't red!” I cry. “I followed the rules!” I scream out in panic.
CLICK.
I wince, but no water.
I feel my bowels grow warm.
I cramp.
I'm being filled.
“Fuck! Please stop! Fuck!” I scream.
I hear the pump shut off, then slowly the knot pulls out.
The gentleness is more painful.
This is what it's capable of.
The feeling is almost pleasant.
I look at the screen and see the erotic display of my bright red, raw hole stretching around the large, round cock slowly. This time, my pink tissue does not follow. The swollen hole closes around tightly, trying to strangle every vein of the monster appendage.
If I could masturbate, I would.
When the cock is free, a line of slime bridges between the gape in my anus and the tip, the hole I forgot was there.
I try to bear down to relieve my cramps from the injected liquid. It feels like I'm using muscles that don't exist.
I look at the screen.
I'm the whore.
But this isn't my body anymore.
Exhausted, I lay my head down. Darkness washes over me, and I fade.