Sold
By Heather ©
(and a heap of thanks to Solomon)
Chapter 3(Amy)
Disclaimer:
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WARNING: This story is pretty intense, but as with all my stories, nothing really happens to the characters that they haven’t asked for or injures them. Wait until the end of the story before thinking otherwise, or if in doubt at any time - STOP READING!!
Oh, my god. What’s happening to us? Why are these people doing this? I
had to calm down and remember what Jen had told me about hanging on. She’s
always been my big sister and I could tell she knew something that I didn’t.
It was more the way she had said it than what she had said. I trusted her as the
smart one of our group.
I’ve never had so many hands on me in my life; pawing at my nakedness,
prodding me over every square inch of my body. Ever since that time I spent the
night in jail I had feared women just as much as men. The horrors of that night
were coming back to haunt me, and the woman hanging around and holding onto me
now didn’t help. She reminded me of that woman in my cell. I’ve got nothing
against gay people, but I never wanted to join that life style. That night my
cellmate had sat on my chest, forced her hands all over my breasts, and even
forced me to kiss her back. I remember crying so hard that night. The only
difference from that night and this one was that I’ve had plenty of time to
think about such things since and it could have been worse.
It was one thing having so many strange men reaching out to take grabs at
me, but it was humiliating to see this woman seemingly offering the men the
chance to do it. How could another girl get such a kick out of doing this to me?
And she was so aggressive about it, almost like a man might be while doing the
same thing.
I kept calling out to Michelle, but she couldn’t hear me. After Jen had
been carried out the front door it left Michelle and me on our own. Just the
thought of what those men were doing to her was scaring the hell out of me. That
thought quickly went away when the girl holding onto me tugged my body to hers
and forced my weight onto the brand they had applied to me. I yelped in pain and
began crying again from it.
It came to me right then what had started all this. I remembered sitting
at the table at the bar and we had been talking about getting some sort of a
tattoo with two men and our waitress. They had referred to it as a branding, but
I never would have believed that they actually had meant that they would do it
with a branding iron. I wished that I could see it, just to know what it looked
like. All I could picture was one of the many cattle brands I had seen growing
up. Even if we did make it back home, I knew that damn thing would be there for
the rest of my life. I started crying because I suddenly realized that no one
would put us through all this, intend on raping us, and then simply let us go. I
knew they were going to kill me when they were through having their sick,
twisted fun. I cried thinking about how I would never see my mom again, or my
little brother.
One of the men began pinching at my nipple really hard and I lifted my
hands to help squirm away from his hand. With my hands tied together in front of
me all I could do was pull up on his hand though. The girl sitting behind me and
holding me into this sitting position got mad. She reached in front of me and
grabbed my hands to lift them over and behind my head. That pushed my breasts
straight out in all too inviting of a way. The man now grabbed both of my
breasts and tweaked my nipples so hard I cried out for Michelle again.
I looked for her and saw she was now being carried around the room and
the man holding her was offering everyone a free grab at her. I saw a woman lean
under her body and it was apparent that she was biting at one of her nipples
like a nursing calf. Just then another man came over and began fingering me
between my legs very roughly. When he found the right spot, he shoved two
fingers into me and twisted them all around. He had a sick grin on his face as I
squirmed around to ease the intrusion, and then he withdrew them. He held his
fingers up to my nose as if he wanted me to smell them. I turned my head away,
but the girl forced my head forward again and scrunched my hair in her fingers.
I screamed in pain and when I did, the man stuffed his grubby fingers into my
open mouth. The prick rubbed them all over the insides of my mouth and was
forcing me to taste myself.
I heard Michelle screaming my name and saying that she loved me and I
looked just in time to see her being carried off through the front door. I cried
so hard knowing I was all alone now. I knew I was going to die tonight and tears
flowed down my face like a river. The girl slapped the back of my head several
times and was yelling at me. I had no idea what she was saying and it made me
cry even harder. That must have been why she was slapping me, because when I
started crying harder, she spun around me and screamed in my face. But all of a
sudden, her look changed. She started smiling over me losing it, and then the
sick bitch leaned forward and licked the side of my face. The bitch was licking
my tears as if they were her reward for abusing me.
I tried turning away from her, but she got mad again and pushed me over
and onto my back. I worked feverishly to push her away from me, but she had at
least forty pounds on me and had an easy time controlling me. She was staring at
me so intently and I could see she was enjoying her domination of me. She
started to lean over me and I knew she was going to kiss me. I turned my head,
but she sat square on my chest with my arms captured under her and forced my
head forward between her hands. She leaned down again and mashed her lips
against mine. I heard cheers from all the perverts seeing her get the best of me
and felt humiliated by not being able to stop her. Several times she forced her
tongue into my mouth and I wanted to bite it off, but I knew that would get me a
severe beating.
She tormented me for several minutes while she forced her mouth over mine
and even began feeling my breasts. My hands were trapped under her and when I
finally gave up and held still, the cheering grew louder. These twisted bastards
thought it was so funny that a girl much larger than me was making fun of me
this way. I saw another woman pushing her off me, but all she wanted to do was
take a turn at biting my nipples and the undersides of my breasts. The first
girl held my hands over my head so the second girl had free access to abuse me
while someone captured my feet to halt their flailing.
I felt a sharp pain in my crotch and realized that she had shoved her
fingers up inside of me. I heaved my abdomen into the air, but she held me in
place with the fingers inside of me. I started crying uncontrollably again. When
I finally realized I was in their total control, I stopped fighting them and
tried my hardest to relax my body. Someone was forcing my knees apart as much as
the ropes around my ankles would allow and her hand went nuts masturbating me.
She was doing it so hard that my body stiffened up again, but when she grabbed
my clit between her fingers, I went into uncontrolled convulsions. When she saw
my involuntary response, she decided to make it her job to force me to have an
orgasm.
I could tell what she was trying to get me to do for the crowd of people
that had come tightly around us and was totally humiliated. She kept squeezing
and frigging my clit so hard that my body could only react by instinct. I could
tell someone else was helping her and new fingers began forcing their way in and
out of me as she tormented my clit. My crying turned into more involuntary
reactions that came out as guttural moans and gasps. The two of them were
enslaving my body to perform against its will as they laughed at me and bantered
back and forth to each other. I couldn’t take it any longer, nor hold it back.
I could feel my body was about to climax and begged them to stop. The sick thing
from my part was that after a certain point, I didn’t care anymore about the
people watching, laughing at me, or the disturbed nature of what they were doing
to me. I just had to cum.
My hips bucked wildly into the air and I felt more hands working to hold
me down with my knees spread even further. I shut my eyes tight and as my body
simply reacted to what their hands were doing to me, my mind let go of its fears
for a brief moment. I drove my hips into the air as they forced my body into an
orgasmic heaving sensation, and my body convulsed hard as my lips squeezed as
hard as they could around the fingers in me. I couldn’t believe the screams
coming out of me as the biggest wave of a climax I ever had was forced and
stolen from me.
When the vibrations began to subside, I was finally able to drop my hips
back to the floor. I was gasping for breath and my chest was heaving trying to
get enough air. Whoever had their fingers in me brought them to my face and
forced them into my mouth. I knew what I had to do to make them go away and
began sucking on them. I became painfully aware of their laughter and cheers
again over having turned me into a wanton whore for their amusement.
I heard a man say in English that he was going to love
grabbing my tiny tits when it was his turn to get at me. Everyone around me was
talking to each other as if they were planning what was next for me. I could
tell several people were saying things to me in very broken English, but I
couldn’t make out anything else from it. The girl that had started all this
began slapping my face. Not hard, but more just to prove that she could. Several
people seemed to be taking turns running their fingers through the bodily fluids
they had just forced me to make and each time the person would laugh at how wet
they had made me.
The man that had been the one to win the bidding on me came
over and slapped at the back of the woman’s head that had been tormenting me.
It was more of a playful slap between a husband and wife rather than meant to
hurt her. The slap seemed to get her to stand aside to allow her husband the
chance to assault me. Instead, he reached down and scooped me up and threw me
over his shoulder just as my friends had been when carried off. I knew it was my
turn to be whisked away and began crying fluently. But I wasn’t carried out
the front door as Jen and Michelle had been, but taken into the back of the very
building where I had been auctioned off. I was carried through a narrow corridor
and into a small room. There was a small bed, a nightstand, and one dresser in
the room.
I was slammed down onto the bed and curled up into a ball. I
knew he was going to rape me and cried in a begging tone for him to release me
instead. The bedroom door opened again and my tormenting female came walking in
with a huge snide grin on her face.
She blurted out something referring to me as a gringo and
then went into a wicked smile as her husband spoke to her. The woman looked me
over like I was a piece of meat and then from her rear pocket she pulled out a
switchblade and popped the blade of it out. I screamed until the man covered my
mouth with his hand and when I bit at his hand, he punched me square in my
stomach with his fist. I doubled over because he had knocked the air out of me
and was left gasping for air. He pulled my arms out and the woman slid the blade
of her knife through the ties binding my hands and cut the ropes free. As my
lungs finally began filling with air again, she went to my ankles and cut them
free as well.
The man pulled me to his chest as he sat up against the wall
at the head of the bed. He fondled my boobs and I could tell he was making fun
of their petite size to his wife because she was looking directly at his hands
as he tugged at them unmercifully. The woman got on the bed and crawled forward
while forcing my legs spread. I tried fighting to keep my legs together, but her
husband twisted my nipples until my legs were the lesser problem.
The woman reached out and with two fingers curved upward,
slid them up my bottom until they found their way into my vagina. It was
probably made much easier for her because I always shaved my crotch bare, and
thus I was still quite wet and slippery from what she had done to me moments
earlier. I never liked my pubic hair and love the amazed looks of my boyfriends
when they saw I preferred the “little girl look”. Being a female, she knew
exactly where to sit her fingertips within me to set my body into convulsions.
She giggled when she found it easy to use my bodies’ buttons against me and
tormented the hell out of my G-spot while using her other hand to manipulate my
clitoris in a frigging motion. Her delight piqued as she stole control of my
body for a second time and was talking in a hurried fashion with her husband.
Her words seemed to get his grip on my boobs to lessen in roughness and he began
tweaking my nipples in a much more tolerable fashion.
Between the two of them, my body was betraying me in that it
was demanding that I climax for them again. I felt so ashamed over them getting
control of my most precious and private action. The sweat was rolling off my
body with a small river running down between my boobs and forming a puddle in my
navel. And I guess making my body convulse wasn’t enough for her, because she
leaned forward and began biting at my clit to force me to cum for her. It
started out too hard, but after a certain point the pain was substituted for a
mind screaming orgasm that begged for her attention. I never had a girl between
my legs before, and for that matter only a couple of guys, but after I got over
the fact that it was a female there, I began screaming out loud enough so that
the entire building had to hear what she was forcing from me.
At that moment, another girl entered the room with a video
camera in front of her. I couldn’t worry about the embarrassment that being
videotaped would normally cause me. I was in the throes of an orgasm that seemed
to be lasting for minutes instead of the normal five or ten seconds. It wasn’t
until I was finally coming back to earth when I saw there was a second girl
standing over us with an instant camera, snapping away. Now I was cringing in
total embarrassment and tried to push the woman away from my crotch to no avail.
I was tormented by their groping and pushing around for
several minutes as the cameras kept capturing my humiliation. Several times they
took close up shots of my shaved vagina and the girl with the camera seemed to
know enough English to taunt me with looking like a little school girl still.
She made fun of my small tits along with teasing me sarcastically about not
being able to grow hair down there. I guess being in the grips of two people who
were both clearly larger than me was intimidating enough that I almost felt as
though her mockery seemed deserved.
All of a sudden, I was slammed face first into the wall, and
when I turned around, the woman was making herself comfortable on the bed,
spreading her legs wide as she glared at me. I wanted to fall into a ball of
jumbled nerves on the floor as it became clear to me what she expected me to do
for her. I pushed back against the wall as I nervously shook my head. The woman
spoke to the girls with the cameras and they sat them on the dresser off to the
side of me. I could tell they were going to try to force me between her legs and
began sulking heavily. I never even fantasized during taking care of myself over
something like this and the thought of being forced to do it now scared me to no
end.
The girls grabbed me by my arms as the husband watched on
while groping his own crotch. I fought as hard as I could, but they soon had me
dragged between their friends’ legs and my head was getting pushed forward
into her crotch. I was successful in my attempts to stay away from the woman’s
crotch, but it made her really mad. I could tell she went nuts swearing about my
refusal to get gay for her, and then I saw her husband standing beside the bed
looking over us. He said something to the girl that had spoken some English
earlier and then she told me, “Eat her, gringo, or you will suffer.”
I shook my head and continued pushing back away from her
crotch. All of a sudden I was slammed onto her abdomen with a horrific shocking
action. It wasn’t a hand that had dropped me so fast, but as I turned to see
what had forced me to fall on my tormentor, I saw the man had hit me with a stun
gun. The girls had released their hold of me and I struggled to push my face off
the woman whose pussy was so close to my mouth that I could smell her scent. As
soon as I struggled to push myself up onto my arms, the man said something again
and held out the stun gun in a threatening manner. I shook my head slowly while
cringing over the thought of getting zapped again as the girl beside me kept
saying, “Just do it bitch… make her your woman.”
I couldn’t bring myself to do it and the guy pushed the gun
into the side of my left breast. It hurt like hell, and immediately I fell onto
the woman again. I was stunned in place for a moment and felt the woman trying
to manipulate my mouth into her crotch. I felt my nose running over her course
pubic hair as my face slid between her legs. I finally got my muscles back and
sat back again as I began pleading to do anything but what she wanted. The woman
sat up and got on her knees, and then slammed the hell out of the side of my
face with her open palm.
The girl translated her new demands as she sat high on her
knees in front of me.
“Now… you go… between her legs. Go under her.”
I shook my head as the man brought the gun towards me in a
menacing wave again. I screamed out and begged him not to touch it to me again,
but both of the girls behind me pushed me forward and into the gun. I was zapped
for a third time and fell off the bed. I stared up as I waited for the spasms in
my muscles to stop to see the man clearing turning up the voltage on the stun
gun for a next assault. As I gained control of my body again, I screamed,
“Okay, okay” even though I really knew I couldn’t bring myself to do what
the woman wanted of me. I struggled to get to my feet and began getting on my
hands and knees in front of the woman, but the girl told me to go behind her, on
my back. As I realized what she meant, I walked slowly around the small bed
until I was behind the woman. All I could do was shake my head at the thought of
doing something that would make me a lesbian.
The girls were apparently ordered to persuade me physically
and began working to push me first onto the bed behind the woman, and then onto
my back. The woman reached between her legs and yanked me by my hair until I was
under her crotch with the help of the girls pushing me into place. With the
girls holding me down, I was ordered to get started. The woman stayed sitting up
high on her knees and that meant that she wanted me to lean up in a struggling
fashion to reach her. I twisted my head side to side and then I saw the man
reach behind his wife and he pushed the prongs of his torture device into the
side of my right breast again. My whole body gave one huge convulsion as the
higher voltage made my whole body seem to jump out of its skin.
I could feel my nipples had hardened into taut little erasers
under the torture and before I could move, the woman sunk her body down onto my
face. Everyone in the room began laughing at my position and as my body came
back to life, I began lapping at the full hairy vaginal lips pushed roughly
against my lips. When I wasn’t meeting the woman’s expectations, I received
a slap against my temple. I began running my tongue through the wetness of her
labia and eventually worked my way into her vagina. I felt ill, but at least I
wasn’t getting electrocuted anymore.
The bitch began rubbing herself back and forth over my face
and extended tongue. I guess I was doing a satisfactory job for her, because I
wasn’t getting slapped anymore either. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the
husband begin taking off his shirt and gurgled a mournful wail knowing that I
was about to be raped as soon as his wife had enough of me. His sadistic grin
made me so afraid of how bad he was going to make it for me.
I noticed the man going behind his wife and out of sight.
Before I knew what was going on, he had snapped my legs apart and was in between
them. I couldn’t believe he was going to rape me as I was forced to tongue
away at his wife, but I felt my lower torso being hoisted into position for him
to mount me. My legs were flailing around in midair as they hung over the sides
of his hips until I felt him lining the head of his cock up with my pussy. I
could feel him rubbing the head back and forth between my smoothened lips as if
to get plenty wet, and then he plunged his cock into me in one swift motion. It
felt like he slammed the whole thing into me as I screamed around the pubic hair
filling my mouth.
Tears ran from the corners of my eyes and I got another slap
to my face for stopping my motion on the woman. I began wriggling my tongue
again just as I found out that the man hadn’t pushed all the way into me yet,
because after a brief pause he pushed really hard again and clearly hit as deep
within me as my body could possibly accept. I cried out again and just as I was
about to get another slapped, I rushed to thrust my tongue back into the
woman’s pussy. The man held my torso into the air a little and began taking
deep hard thrusts against me. He must have thought a girl’s pussy was much
deeper than they really are, because he kept slamming into me so hard that I
thought he was going to poke his cock right through the inner wall of my vagina.
My arms were trapped under the woman’s body and my lower
extremities were totally at the mercy of the husband’s demands. I was nothing
but a piece of meat to these people and they were going to get every peso that
they had paid for me out of my hide. My screams from the man’s over exuberance
were all muffled from his wife planting her body tight to my face. The one thing
her husband seemed to be accomplishing for me was abating my disgust at eating
out another woman. I also made up my mind that if he wanted to fuck me again, I
would offer him the best blowjob he ever had. After all, I had given plenty of
blowjobs in the past and even the worst tasting cock would still be better than
getting torn up like this again.
My mouth was getting to the point of hurting so bad that I
was trying my best to tease the bitch sitting on my face into having her desired
climax just to get her off me. Then the flash from the camera started going off
again. All I could do was pray that no one would ever see me in this
embarrassing and humiliating position. And then the bastard raping me evidently
hadn’t abused me bad enough and decided to begin destroying what little
breasts I had by squeezing the hell out of them and twisting my nipples like
stuck radio dials. I tried moving my arms enough to grab for his hands, but that
just seemed to make him mad. All I could do was cry as I worked feverishly to
please the bitch rubbing herself against my mouth to the point of making my
teeth hurt.
Finally, I had found that biting at the woman’s clitoris
was setting her off, and she screamed at me in Spanish to work her off faster. I
spoke very little Spanish, but some screams are very universal. I finally got
her bucking furiously and screaming in what was clearly the first orgasm I had
ever worked another female into having, and hopefully my last. When she was
finished with me, she crawled forward over my head and off the bed.
Now her husband felt free to fuck me like a rag doll. He
stood up on the bed dragging my body along with him. He held me by my hips and I
struggled to pull myself up into a sitting position on him, but he liked having
me slung over backwards, hanging off his organ. All three of the other women
were now laughing at my predicament and egged the man on to torment me further
and further. A one point his cock fell out of me and he started to place it to
my ass. I fought feverishly to grab his cock and place it back to my pussy and
begged him to finish fucking me there. I couldn’t imagine the damage he would
do to me if he got his cock into my ass.
He was satisfied with my pleas, knocked my hand away and
forced me to fall backwards again until my head was bouncing against the
mattress. His renewed entrance into me set him on fire and he went wild throwing
my body around in mid air. I could tell he was getting closer to getting off,
but all I could do to hang on was try to grab at the bedding with my hands to
support some of my weight. And finally, I screamed out in pain as he took his
final hardest and deepest forced excursions into my cunt so far, and then I felt
my insides warming from his sperm ejaculate. He nearly fell over on top of me,
but caught himself and just pulled away from me. My body came crashing down onto
the bed as he simply let me flop away from him. I curled over onto my side and
grabbed my badly abused labia to ease my pain. I wanted to shoot the three
bitches laughing at my pain behind me.
I lost focus on where and what the people were doing until
the door opened and closed twice. I looked around when I felt a hand tugging at
my hair to see the woman opening a pill bottle. The husband came back and
stopped her just as she held out two pills for me. I wondered what the pills
were, but before I had a chance to ask, the man and woman began arguing over
something. It was heated for a bit until the woman seemed quite pleased over
something her husband said to her. Then she and the other remaining girl got all
giddy. The husband left the room and a minute later came back with a man and two
girls about my age.
The man the husband brought back spoke English and told me
what was expected of me.
“It seems that you are a girl that has a very good knack
for pleasing women. Here are two that you will please for the camera.”
I started shaking my head once more, but he explained that
his demands weren’t negotiable. He pointed to the stun gun sitting on the side
table and warned me that it was there to insure my behavior. I started trembling
as I looked to the two new girls for their aid, but all they did was rub their
bodies in a lewd manner to taunt me. I had been offered up to them to make a
sick lesbian video, and I was to be the main attraction. The man put his hand on
my knee which made me recoil. He began telling me that to save myself a severe
beating, not to mention continuous use of the stun gun on me, I should set my
mind to make a very pleasing video that they could sell for a lot of money. Just
the thought of anyone I knew ever having the chance to see me committing sex
acts with other girls was shear torture to my mind.
One of the girls came over and began fondling my left tit. I
cowered under her touch. At least she was gentle with me and after the crunching
they had endured earlier, her soft hand actually felt somewhat soothing. When
she gently rubbed the nipple between her fingers, I felt my chest cave in under
her touch. When she took my hand and gingerly coaxed me off the bed, I nervously
followed her lead. I stood in front of her as she peeled her top over her head,
removed her bra, and then slowly peeled her shorts down over her legs. I stared
at her body as it was revealed, and something came over me. When she placed her
hand on my shoulder to encourage me to kneel in front of her, there wasn’t as
much resistance from me as I would have expected.
I knelt slowly until my face was just a foot away from her
pink cotton panties. She wrapped her palms around the back of my head and began
pulling me forward, but I got really scared and refused to allow her to pull me
all the way to her crotch. I looked up at her and she was smiling so sweetly at
me. She seemed to understand my reluctance and rubbed the top of my head
soothingly. What I didn’t see was what she was doing behind me as she leaned
over my head.
When the girl pulled back, she had wound her left hand
tightly into my hair to control me, and was holding the stun gun that she had
picked up off the side table in her right hand. She was still smiling at me
sweetly, but the words she spoke to me in Spanish were definitely telling me to
put my face where she wanted it. That was when I saw that the filming had
already started and my porn career debut had begun. I knew I didn’t want to
feel the electrifying current of the gun against my skin again, so I slowly
allowed her left hand to pull me forward until my face rested against her panty
covered vulva. I was still shaking my head as she lifted it slightly, but when
my mouth was right at mons level, her words made it clear that I was to begin
pleasing her.
I let my tongue lap at the material still covering her, and
eventually pushed against the fabric hard enough to feel the crease that encased
her clitoris. Her hand left the grip it had had on my hair and I saw her
fiddling with the buttons on the stun gun. I was hoping that she was turning it
off to show me mercy, and when I saw her smile, I was sure that was what she had
done. She reached down and pulled her panties to one side making it evident that
she wanted me to lick her most vital bump. I took a few laps at it and felt how
strangely course it felt as I tried to get the curly pubes entangled in it out
of my mouth.
I guess she liked my touch because she wove the fingers of
her left hand into my hair again to pull my face tighter to her vulva. And
wearing the smile of a loving angel, she brought the stun gun down to my face
and lightly ran the probes of it over my cheek. I could see she was taunting me
with it and relaxed as I worked to comply with her desires of me. She then ran
the gun down my neck and over the side of my chest until she reached as low as
she could go, and then started back up my side as she stood erect again. When
she had the tips pushed directly to the side of my left tit, I licked her just a
little lower than I had gone so far. I heard her moan softly and looked up to
see how pleased she appeared with my effort. She blew me a kiss, held my head
even tighter to her mons, and then the bitch pulled the trigger.
Unlike the times before, I didn’t fall to the floor, but
instead convulsed as my body tingled from the electric shock until she released
the trigger. I couldn’t believe the bitch rewarded my humiliation with a
purposeful electrocution. Apparently, she had turned down the voltage which
acted more like an electric shock than a stun gun; a cattle prod if you will. I
grabbed for her legs when the current stopped and screamed at her. For my
scream, I was roughly pulled back to her mons, and given another shock. I begged
her when the current stopped to tell me what she wanted from me, but the man
watching us told me that she was getting exactly what she wanted. Shocking me
was amusing her. I was her toy.
I asked what I could do to stop her attacks and all he
offered was to make her as happy as possible. My mind raced to find something
that would please her, so when she ran the tips of the probe against the tender
skin of my tit once more, I quickly pulled her panties down to wholly expose her
crotch to me, and drove my tongue between her legs as deeply as I could. She
moaned again, but when she again twisted my hair and pulled me tighter to her, I
braced for her torture. All I heard her say was “Gringo”, and then the shock
began as I gripped her legs as tightly as I could. This time, evidently my
sweaty arms shorted us and some of the current went into her as well. I knew
this because she was convulsing a little along with me.
There was a flurry of Spanish being flung around the room as
they talked about her grounding herself out and my hands were slapped away from
her legs. She was pissed at me and pushed me backwards until my motion was
halted by the bed. The girl held my head tight to the bed as she ran the stun
gun over both my tits, and then she pulled the trigger again. My skin vibrated
with the shock, and after a second, she moved it to the tender skin under my
other boob and again pulled the trigger. I cried for her to stop her torture of
me, but her angelic smile told me she wasn’t done with me yet. She bent way
over while still controlling me by my hair and ran the probes over my stomach,
done my belly, and rocked them over my clit. I begged her not to pull the
trigger again, but suddenly, both my legs flew out to my sides as my clit took
the full brunt of her cruelty. My wetness down there must have increased its
effect on me.
I was yanked into position on my knees again and it took no
encouragement to make me want to please her. I finished pulling her panties to
the floor and she spread her legs to afford me an easier time of getting deeper
between her legs. I went right to work in earnest to make her as happy with me
as possible. I didn’t get another shock for a couple of minutes until I guess
she was tired of getting her clit and the top of her slit licked. Then I got it
on the side of my neck for several seconds. I knew she wanted more from me to
please her, so I backed away from her while tugging on her hands.
It seemed logical that she would like her servicing in the
same manner as the woman had preferred earlier. She caught on to what I was
doing and as I lay on my back on the floor, she stepped over me and began
squatting over my face. I tried to smile for her to show I was doing everything
I could to make her happy. I also tried to keep my hands free to have some
measure of control, but she insisted that I run my arms under the weight of her
body to entrap me. This seemed to appease her nicely, and I worked on getting my
tongue into her as deeply as I could. She was smiling brightly at my compliance
and even set the gun on the bed for a while. I felt her have a small orgasm a
minute later and tried in vane to make it more than it was. It was the lull
after her orgasm that made her pick up the gun again and I watched her get giddy
as she ran it over the skin of my chest. She sat up on her knees and I knew she
was about to pull the trigger, so I grabbed her ass to brace myself, but she
swatted my hands off her.
I gritted my teeth and waited for her to have her fun. When
one of the probes was lightly over my left nipple, she pulled the trigger and my
skin lit up in electrified pain. When she was done there, she reached behind her
and placed the probes between my legs again. I reached up quickly and bit gently
at her clit in hopes of appeasing her. But she wanted her fun and pushed on my
forehead to get me to lie back down. I waited with the feel of the cold metal
probes lying directly on each side of my little man, and then she hit me again.
It hurt so much worse down there and I wanted to cry, but it seemed like my
tears had run out. The girl stood up somewhat satisfied over her playtime with
me.
As I sat up, the man pointed to the other girl that had been
close to us all the time and told me that I should make love to her in the same
way for the sake of the camera. It didn’t take another word to make me get off
the floor and go to her. She stood there obviously awaiting for me to strip her.
I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. She wore no bra
and her tits were barely bigger than mine. I took a moment to feel them and
watched for a positive expression from her, but got little approval. I unzipped
her shorts and fell to my knees as I peeled the skin tight fabric away from her
body. I was surprised to see she wore no panties and even more surprised to find
only thin wispy pubes that looked so fine I looked at her again to judge her
age.
With her body bared, I stood and was going to pull her along
with me as I had her friend, but when the camera got closer to us, I decided to
kiss her. She was very receptive to this and participated eagerly. But when I
broke it off to please her the way expected of me for the camera, she stopped me
and pointed to the gun on the bed. I couldn’t believe she wanted me to hand
her the object of my torture, but somehow I found the courage to grab it and
held it out for her to take. She looked at it for a second to note the buttons,
held it out towards me, and asked me where I wanted it. I knew enough Spanish to
know what she was asking and figured maybe I could reduce her use of it by
answering her. I reached for the end of the gun and pulled it to my stomach.
When I looked at her face, I could see she didn’t like my desired location.
I wanted to die knowing what she expected of me, but I pulled
the tip of the gun to the bottom of my right boob and waited. Her hand pulled my
hand to the trigger and I was horrified when I understood she expected me to
shock myself for her amusement. She held my finger as it rested on the button,
but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She swore at me and called me a stupid
gringo, so I pulled the trigger to please her. Her fingers instantly held my
finger on the trigger for several seconds as my body simmered under the heat.
When she felt pleased, she took the gun away and leaned into me for another
passionate kiss. I performed as sexily as I could to win her favor, but it did
little to whittle away her evil intent.
When the girl pulled away, she handed me the device again and
looked at my bared pussy. I tried as hard as I could to cry, but instead, I
found myself hypnotically and slowly placing the tips of the stun gun to my own
clit area, pushed it against my skin, and squeezed the trigger to get it over
with. Again, the shock was increased from my wetness and my legs buckled.
Everyone was laughing at me hard as I got to my feet again and held out the gun
for my nemesis to take control of once more.
The girl folded her arms and waited for me to do something,
so I pulled her towards me as I had the other girl, and this time she came
willingly. She made a big production of making herself comfortable on my face
for the camera and I went to work eating her pussy like I would prefer any guy
to do for me. She didn’t use the gun on me again until several minutes later
when she was extremely close to getting off on my efforts. Just as she started
cumming, she sat up and slammed the probes of the gun into the middle of my
chest and shocked me for the longest time yet. After resting her pussy over my
face for a little bit, she stood up and went over to stand by her friend.
I sat up on the floor and after a brief discussion between
everyone still in the room, the acting interpreter told me that I was to lie
prone on the bed again. I did as I was told and the wife came over and handed me
the stun gun again. I looked at the man and begged that I wasn’t supposed to
hit myself with it again. He nearly giggled and told me that I had one last act
to perform before I was done acting for the camera. I was told to masturbate for
it until I clearly had a massive orgasm, but I knew there was more to it.
Frigging myself on camera and in front of all these people watching was
humiliating enough, but I had been handed the gun for a reason. The man added
that I had to shock myself at least three times during my show to entice those
that would view my video.
I finally was able to start crying again and begged for their
mercy, but instead I saw nothing but anger and was screamed at by everyone.
Slowly I found my hand seemingly running down my body on its own until my
fingers began slowly twirling over my clit. I was using my right hand to
masturbate with and held the gun tightly in my left hand. While I tried to get
some response from my body, my mind was trying to decide at which point I should
shock myself to make my captors happy. And then I had to decide where I would do
it. I quickly decided that hitting my tits each time would be enough and decided
that would be pleasing to them.
Someone threw a glass of water on me and I was jeered over my
slow start, so I rested the gun on my belly and used my left hand to massage my
breasts and nipples. My mind just wouldn’t give me the stimulation I needed,
so I looked at the still nude girls off to my right and examined their bodies
trying to get myself worked up. I remembered how each girl felt as I licked my
tongue through their slits and lapped at their natural juices. I thought about
how roughly textured their clits had felt on my tongue despite their apparent
smooth surface.
It was working and I felt my heat start to boil. I looked
over at the girl with tits my size and imagined sucking on her nipples, and
manipulating her small orbs as I would like a boy to do to mine. My bottom
started to squirm around the bed and I closed my eyes for a moment to fantasize
about what I had done earlier to the girls. When I opened them again, one of the
girls pointed at the gun lying on my belly. I grabbed for it and lightly ran it
all over my belly, below my ribs, and then up to my tits. I didn’t have the
will power to pull the trigger, so I stalled by running the probes back down to
my crotch. I saw the girls were getting impatient waiting for the first shock,
so I forced my mind to accept my duty, and ran it up under my right boob. I
braced for the shock and frantically worked my clit to excite my body. When my
breathing grew labored, I closed my eyes and squeezed the trigger.
The shock forced me to release my grip on the gun and I lost
my place as far as my impending climax went, so I hurried my pace along to get
back to where I had been. Within a minute or so, I could feel a small wave wash
over me, but it was barely enough to make my belly wiggle, so I taunted my mind
by running the probes over my body again. My mind was finally participating in
everything and my body finally responded almost as normal. As long as I kept my
eyes off all but the two nude girls, I could believe no one else was watching my
most sacred secret actions.
When I began breathing hard again, I ran the gun over my
right nipple and gritted my teeth as I quickly pulled the trigger once more.
This time, the jolt hardly interfered with my timing and my right hand fingered
frantically to push me over the edge. Holding the gun in my left hand still, I
dropped it to my crotch to help my right hand accomplish its task. I worked a
couple of fingers into my hole slightly and as my climax began to build, my body
began heaving like crazy.
The camera seemed so close now and I had the sickest desire
to allow it a full view of my wanton acts. I was seconds away from hearing my
mouth scream out in ecstasy, so I brought the gun up to my chest again and
pushed it hard against the bottom of my left boob. I became frantic in needing
to get off now and just as I was about to fall over the edge, my mind betrayed
me and I found my hand slamming the stun gun right over my hairless clit. I
heard my audience gasping in disbelief over what I was about to do, and as my
frigging came to a fevered pitch, I drew away my right hand and squeezed the
trigger hard while holding it tightly to my most vulnerable spot. I was in
another world and didn’t even realize I was somehow holding my hand on the
trigger as my entire body convulsed uncontrollably for many, many seconds; edged
on by the electric stimulation of the gun.
When the gun finally fell away and between my legs, I was
nearly crying and gasping for air at the same time. My hands grabbed at my tits
and squeezed them hard to finish my final waves of ecstasy in front of all my
twisted voyeurs, and then I opened my eyes to see the camera staring into my
face. I was so ashamed at what I had done, that I instantly turned to bury my
face into the pillow in shame.
A couple of minutes later, I felt a hand on my shoulder and
it was the wife holding out her hand to me. But it wasn’t to help me; she was
handing me two pills. I took the pills and without a second thought, I popped
them into my mouth. It didn’t much matter to me what they were, just as long
as this nightmare went away. The husband and wife left the room and the
interpreter and the girls felt free to assault my body as freely as they wished.
And within twenty minutes, I was feeling the effects of the pills. They had
stopped using the gun on me and I figured that my buyer had told them to leave
it alone.
I awoke to a body stunned by how sore a person could feel and
yet still be alive, and a resounding slapping across my face. My entire crotch
ached as if it had been ravaged for hours on end. I tried opening my eyes, but I
found it impossible to focus on the figure slapping away at me. Someone kept
sitting me up, only for me to fall over each time they let me go. I had no idea
where I was or what had happened to me. I wondered if I had been in a car crash
or something.
All of a sudden it felt like my body was thrown into a pool
and I struggled for enough mental capacity to swim for my life. But as I looked
around, I saw I was on a bed with a woman standing over me holding an empty
pail. I realized she must have doused me with a bucket of cold water and
scrunched up my eyes trying to see the woman’s face. I hadn’t put anything
together yet, but I had a strong sense that I was in danger. I went to run, but
only fell off the bed when my legs failed to work.
Minutes later I woke again to two girls dressing me. As I was
finally able to focus on one of them, I realized that I knew her from somewhere
and wondered why I would be undressed in front of her. The thought that I was
coming out of a drunken stupor came to me, and then just as quickly, everything
that had happened earlier flooded my mind as I denoted the shape of the stun gun
lying on the table next to me.
I bolted upright just as a top was being dragged down around
my head and I kicked myself back against the wall. I began crying right off and
immediately began begging to be released. I heard a hoarse laugh from the other
side of me and turned to see a man counting out a huge wad of money. The auction
came back to my memory and I wondered if another auction was going to take
place, but as the man stared at me with a devilish grin, the thought came to me
that the money he was counting could very well have been paid to buy me a second
time. Perhaps that was why I was being dressed again. I shook like a scared
puppy as I tried to make sense of my situation.
One of the girls that had been dressing me approached with
what appeared to be a hood she was holding open. I didn’t want to be sold
again. It wasn’t right and I was afraid of what a new sadistic owner might do
to me. Thoughts of the stun gun burning into my flesh were obviously real. I
remembered seeing the burn marks on my chest just before the top had been pulled
over my head. All I could envision was a larger, more powerful cattle prod that
might be my next device of torture.
I began pleading for mercy yet again as one girl held my
hands and the other forced the hood over my head. I felt her tying it about my
neck and began wailing. Someone was trying to calm me down and I heard her say,
“Be quiet for your own good.”
I couldn’t control myself and cried profusely as I sat
there with my back against the wall. After several efforts failed to quiet me, I
felt someone lifting my shirt. I wondered what they were doing, and then as I
felt something cold being pushed against the side of my left breast I shuddered
when their prior torture came back to mind. I screamed out just as the jolt went
through my body and stunned me into a dead silence. Even before I got over the
shock I received I could hear someone telling me to keep my mouth shut.
Remembering what had gone on earlier made me weep very quietly to myself, but
mostly stopped my uncontrolled fit.
I was lifted off the bed and found it next to impossible to
stand. The aching between my legs left me wondering what horrible torture I had
suffered at my captors’ hands while I was passed out. I was so sore in my
vaginal area that I wondered if I had gone through an operation of some sort.
It was clear that I was being walked out into the night air
and thoughts ran through my head of being executed with a gunshot to the back of
my head, but when I heard a door opening, I realized I was being taken
someplace. That was the first time I thought about my friends and what they
might be going through.
Someone tugged me into the vehicle and I was pushed into a
lying position on the floor of it. I guessed it was a work van of sorts. I was
given a final stern warning to keep quiet and that my life depended on it, and
then I could tell some kind of a door was being closed on me.
About fifteen minutes later, the doors opened and I could
tell someone else was being pushed against me, but I took their warning very
serious about being quiet. I guessed that I was indeed being sold again and that
another victim was being placed next to me. Then it occurred to me that it could
very well be Jen or Michelle. I wanted to whisper their names, but I was deftly
afraid of more punishment and held my tongue.
In another ten minutes, the doors opened again and yet
someone new was being shoved into what I was now assuming was a hidden
compartment within the van. I heard a man’s voice talking about the money he
had made and wondered if he was talking about selling me. I began to think that
I had been on some sort of a torture sex farm like I had been warned about as a
little girl. I remembered the stories of how after being trained into submission
that other twisted perverts would barter for your life to be their own slave. I
began thinking that I was indeed headed for a new home, probably much deeper
into the bowels of Mexico.
The van started up and I shook in abject fear of all the
things I didn’t know. We rumbled into motion and for all too long, I could
feel us traveling over dirt roads. My fears of being summarily executed out in
the middle of the desert came flooding back to me and tears began soaking my
eyes. It seemed like an hour before the van pulled to a stop. I could tell we
were being pulled out of the van and just being away from the two other bodies I
had been crunched up with gave me new air to breathe.
I felt someone dragging the hood from around my neck without
untying it. It was nearly pitch black except for the little bit of moonlight. As
my eyes became accustomed to the area, I saw nothing but empty desert around us.
I wanted to freak out so bad, but I knew I had to keep from pissing off my
assailants. I turned around to see the two other figures standing and waiting
for their hoods to be removed.
Somehow, I just knew that the first figure I looked at was
Jen and I cried out her name. I looked at the other figure and as they pulled
off her hood, I saw it was Michelle. I was now torn between my fear of being
killed and delight at knowing we were all still alive. I looked back at Jen and
saw the man behind her draw a gun up to her head and screamed for him to stop.
It took Jen a second to get the hood off her head, but when she saw the gun
pointed at her, she became as frightened as I was at the moment.
The bastards asked about our brands and how we liked them.
Jen took it that they were talking to her and answered probably the same way
Michelle or I might have with a gun to our heads. Finally the man dropped the
gun and told us to walk down the road two miles to reach an awaiting cab. I was
ready to run all the way to it despite my pains, but I waited to follow Jen’s
lead. I always considered her the most level headed of the three of us. The man
handed her a backpack, I think, and I assumed it was hers all along. All the men
got back into the van and quickly drove off leaving us out in the middle of the
desert. Despite my fear of the being in the middle of nowhere, I was just happy
to be alive and free of my tormentors.
Jen encouraged us to walk as fast as possible for the cab
down the roadway, but it was impossible for me to walk without looking over her
body. Her face was a mess and looked like she had been beaten to a pulp. One eye
was half swollen shut and blackened, her hair was a total rat’s nest, there
was a cut on her lip and her legs had bruises all over them. By the way she was
walking in such a halting fashion I assumed she had been raped many times.
As we walked down the road, Michelle said something that made
me realize that much more time had elapsed than I had presumed. It occurred to
me that when we were sold that we had been told our stay would be for two days,
yet I could only remember parts of that first night of horror.
I watched Jen limping along down the road always coaxing us
to hurry up. She was going through the bag she had been handed and took out a
big envelope. I saw her looking at something and after a few moments she stopped
walking and was looking at something else quite closely. I looked over at her
and when I saw the tiny specks of shiny metal at the end of the piece, I knew
exactly what it was and why she had it. It was to remind me of why I should stay
silent. It was those damn metal prongs from the end of the stun gun that had
been used on me repeatedly, and then my mouth fell open when I remembered how
they had forced me to use it on myself as I masturbated in front of the video
camera. I wanted to slink into death when I feared what the other girls might
know, and then Jen handed me the envelope. I could see that both she and
Michelle had figured out what the object was, and was embarrassed that they even
knew it had been used on me.
I peeked into the envelope and saw what appeared to be cards.
I pulled one out to see what it was and saw it was a picture; one of the one’s
that had been taken of me as that first girl was smothering me with her body. I
trembled fiercely knowing that the rest of the cards were pictures as well and
that Jen had looked at some of them. She had to in order to understand that the
envelope had been meant for me, or else she knew what they had done to me with
the gun. No, it had to be that she saw some of the pictures with only me in
them. That meant she at least knew I had been inducted into the world of
lesbianism. I wanted to scream out that I wasn’t a lesbian, but I decided to
save that display until we were home and safe again.
I was about to close the envelope up when I saw a very
familiar item mixed in with the pictures. I realized it was a CD and
immediately, somehow, I just knew what it had on it. I closed the envelope tight
and clutched it to my amazingly sore bosom.
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