Author: Dr. Gamble Title: Spring Break Summary: A young college girl looking for a summer job accidently runs into the villain from the ninth story and finds herself enlisted as a sex slave to be exhibited in a public sadistic bondage show. Keywords: M+F mf nc rape Mdom bd sad violent tort fist enem 1st lac This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue reading if you are not of age to do so. This story is a part of a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and violent torture of a non-consenting nature. The content of these stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused with reality or construed as an endorsement of the activities depicted. While some of these stories contain characters who are subjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and an assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, remember that both the victims and perpetrators are characters and not real people. SPRING BREAK I grew up in Glen Ellyn, Illinois, one of those many suburbs which circle the west side of Chicago. I had a pretty uneventful childhood but always managed to make pretty good grades in school and upon graduation received a scholarship to Stephens College in Columbia, Missouri. Stephens is one of those all girls schools, which was what my parents were interested in, with decent programs in the arts and humanities and that was what I was mostly interested in since I had decided that I wanted to teach high school or middle school history or literature when I graduated. However, beginning way back when I was in grade school, I was also a dancer. I had a lot of ballet training and in high school I was the lead dancer in the drama club's musical my senior year. So, when I saw a poster at college for a summer job as a dancer on a cruise ship in the Carribean, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for me. In order to get the job I would have to schedule an audition at the cruise line's headquarters in Clearwater, Florida and I could do that during spring break. I had always wanted to spend spring break in Florida anyway. I remember my roommate telling me how afraid she was that this all might be a front for some kind of illegal kidnaping plot for young women. She had read somewhere about Clearwater being the center of a huge anime sex slave operation but I wasn't really too concerned. The only people that live down there are old people and everyone knows that they aren't interested in things like sex. So, on the Friday night before spring break, I caught a ride with my suite mate to her home in Saint Louis and spent the night there. She then gave me a ride to the airport the following morning and I flew on down to Tampa, arriving that afternoon. That's when my problems started. When I got to the luggage carrel at the airport, I noticed a woman with a sign for Fantasy Cruise Lines, the place I was going to audition for, and there were a few other girls around her who already had their bags. However, as luck would have it, my luggage never showed up and when I checked with the airline, they said that there had been some sort of mixup in Saint Louis and that my luggage had instead been placed on the next flight which was due in about an hour. Well, the woman from the cruise line told me that she couldn't wait that long since she had to get back to the office and get the other girls dropped off at the hotel, but what she would do would be to send someone else back to get me when my luggage showed up. It all sounded fine. I waited the hour for the other flight and sure enough my luggage was there. The problem then was that no one from the Fantasy Cruise Line showed up to get me. I waited about another hour until I was the only one left in the luggage claim area when I started to think that perhaps they were meeting other flights somewhere else in the airport and so asked the security guard if he knew anything about Fantasy Cruise Lines. It was just my luck that he didn't speak English. I tried to describe to him who I was looking for but I don't know any Spanish except for a few phrases. Finally when I said I was looking for Fantasy Lines his face brightened and he smiled saying "Si, Si, Fantasy Land." I wasn't sure what he had said as he picked up my suitcase and started leading me across the terminal and so I tried to clarify myself, "Not Disney World. Not Fantasy. . ." "Oh no, no," he quickly interrupted while laughing, "Not Disney. No, no. Not Disney" He then said something in Spanish that I didn't understand at all and gave me a big wink. By that time we had crossed through a rather deserted corner of the terminal and he began walking very quickly ahead of me down a jetway to another airplane. That was when I lost him. I know now that I should have turned around and gotten off that plane as quickly as possible, but I had waited over three hours to get my luggage and didn't want to lose it now so I followed him. What I didn't know was that he had never actually gotten on the plane but went out through a door at the end of the jetway with my suitcase just before going on the plane so that he could put it into the baggage hold. Meanwhile, I got on the plane and continuing through a small passenger compartment in the front, I found myself in the middle of a bunch of crates and things which filled the back the cabin. I looked around for the man and my suitcase and not finding either one, returned to the passenger area near the front. There were about a dozen young women seated up there but when I asked them what had happened to my suitcase, they didn't seem to know anything about it or the man. Right then I noticed that we had already pulled away from the terminal and were taxiing out to the runway for takeoff so I turned around and headed for the cockpit but before I got there I was met by two men. The first was a young thin boy, somewhat younger than me with medium length dark brown hair and wearing a deep red sport coat with a black tie and black pants. The second one was a man who looked thirtyish, tall, large build, athletic, and unlike the boy was wearing a plain blue jumpsuit. His hair was short and he was clean shaven but added to his rough complexion was a scar that began near his ear and followed all the way down to his chin. He looked at me with an icy stare and before I could speak, ordered me to shut up and sit down since we were about to take off. I quickly sat down in the row opposite the two of them and didn't say a word until after we took off. Once we were in the air they both got out of their seats and went back into the cargo area of the plane and it was then that I began to talk with the other passengers. Like I had suspected, the plane I was on wasn't connected in any way with Fantasy Cruise Lines, but was a flight to Medellin, Columbia, headed to a place they called Fantasy Land. I didn't have to guess what it was that the women I was talking to did for a living since they freely conceded to being prostitutes and they all agreed that being able to work this one party at Fantasy Land would make them a lot more money than I would make dancing for a cruise line for an entire month and so they invited me to come along with them and they would coach me through the weekend. When I told them that I couldn't do that because I was saving myself for my someday husband, one of them replied, "Honey. You're definitely on the wrong flight." They were right. The two males just then returned from the back of the plane and now the older guy wanted to talk to me. I told the two of them that I wanted to go back to Tampa and he said that he would make sure I got back on the first flight headed back to the states. When I told them that I didn't know what had happened to my luggage he asked me to come back into the cargo area with him to see if we could find it. The two of us and the boy walked almost all the way to the back of the plane where there was a small clear area and the man turned around and sat on a crate facing me. That was when I noticed that he had a really large knife in his hand. "Okay honey," he said, "lets talk about what it's going to cost to fly you back to the states." I didn't have to be clairvoyant to figure out that he wasn't really asking me how much money I had with me. Just the same I hopefully replied, "Please don't hurt me. I'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt me." "Oh honey," he replied, "I'm not interested in hurting anybody. I just want to know what you got that I might want." With that, using the knife in his hand, he signaled to the boy to lift up my skirt. The boy, who was standing next to him, obliged by reaching out and lifting the front of my skirt all the way up to my chin. It was just a little more humiliation than I could stand and I quickly reacted by slapping both his hand and my skirt back down. "Hey!" the man yelled at me, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing. You're not in charge here. I am. Now we're just going to have to try this again." This time he lifted my skirt using the knife he was holding in his hand. Once he had it pulled up as far as it would go, he grabbed it in his other hand and with one swift movement of the knife, sliced through the fabric until the whole thing was laying on the floor. I screamed and tried to get away from him but the boy was behind me blocking my way and as I turned back the man menacingly held the knife up, signaling that I shouldn't try to escape. So I froze. This made him laugh. It was the most frightening laugh I have ever heard in my life and a chill ran up my spine as I began to fathom this man's full intentions. "Now be patient with little Carlos here," he quietly said. "He's never actually seen a naked woman before." He looked at the boy and signaled him with the knife again. After a few moments I could feel the boy's hands on my hips and then felt them grabbing at the elastic on my pantyhose. He cautiously peeled them off of me until they were laying down around my ankles and then he reached back up and began to pull on my panties. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as he began to pull them down, clearly exposing everything to the man with the knife sitting in front of me. He worked at my panties with almost painful slowness, pulling them further and further down my legs while I could hear him heavily breathing over the noise of the jet engines. Once he had them around my ankles, the boy lifted my feet one by one as he took off my shoes and at the same time I stepped out of my pantyhose and underwear and they were gone. I stood there, totally naked from the waist down, for what seemed an eternity until the man seized my leg and I lost my balance, falling down and landing on my behind on the floor. He then stood up, laughing at me and my humiliation and was soon joined by the boy who made some sort of remark about how smooth and white my skin was. I just sat there crying, curled up on the floor and doing what I could to conceal my private parts. Actually, I think they found my attempts to do that even more entertaining as they continued to joke and laugh at me for some time before the man reached down and grabbed my legs, spreading them apart so that he could "get a better look at what I had." Rudely pushing me down on my back, until he had me flat on the floor, he positioned himself between my legs and I could feel his hand run up my leg toward my crotch. Then his fingers began to dig into my pussy and I began to scream while he rudely probed the opening to my vagina. "Shut up bitch," he yelled at me while slapping me on the butt. I bit my lip to keep from crying out again but his examination was becoming crudely vicious. Then he stopped suddenly and exclaimed to the boy, "Hey, now look at this. We got ourselves a little virgin." The boy crawled over the boxes so that he too was between my legs and surveying my private parts. The man, meanwhile, continued to poke at my spread open pussy and I could feel him giving the boy a little guided tour of my genitals. "Okay, we'll get these lips open and I'll show you what's in here. This thing is her urethra, her pee hole, and up here, this little bump is her clitoris." I screamed from the pain of him poking and pinching at it but my reaction only made him laugh, "Those things tend to be a little sensitive." The boy laughed with him but then he continued, "Now down here is her butt hole but up here, behind these small lips is her little vagina. Now we spread those open a little bit and you see that? That's called a hymen. Only little virgins have those and that's what we've got here." He held me like that, spread open, for quite some time while I could feel the boy exploring me with his fingers. Then he let go of my legs and I immediately curled up into a ball, attempting to conceal myself from both of them. "Well, well, well, honey," he laughed again. "You certainly are worth something to me now. You're going to buy me some big favors with some very important people tomorrow." I didn't know what he was talking about but I began to cry again knowing full well that whatever he was planning wasn't going to be very healthy for me. I wasn't allowed to lay there very long and very soon the man was yelling at me to get up and take the rest of my clothes off. I apparently wasn't moving fast enough for him so he grabbed my arm and roughly hoisted me to my feet. Then he laid his knife under my blouse and with one smooth movement sliced it right up the front while at the same time cutting my bra in half. I screamed in terror thinking that he had also cut into me and I still don't know how he didn't. I knew I shouldn't have screamed and as soon as I did he slapped me across the face and bellowed that I should shut up and get the rest of my clothes off. I slowly removed my torn blouse and jacket and the boy took them away as I let them drop one at a time to the floor. The man didn't say anything and once the boy returned, the two of them just sat there looking at me. In the mean time we began to fly through some really rough air. I struggled to keep standing up and grabbed at the crates around me so that I wouldn't lose my balance. The two men who were sitting found all this amusing for some reason and began to laugh at the way the bumpy air was causing my breasts to jiggle. They made me stand in front of them for a long time until the man decided to get a robe for me and started looking through some of the trunks in the cargo area. It reminded me of a fantasy I used to have when I was in high school only this time it definitely wasn't a fantasy. I never thought much at all about sex until I was fourteen. We had a sex education class at school that year and that was also the year when I began to really notice boys. I always thought of myself as a late developer. I mean there were other girls in my class who somehow seemed to have developed breasts much faster than I did. Not that I didn't have any, but I never had anything near what they had. They always seemed to attract the boys easier too and somehow I was beginning to have doubts that I was attractive at all. That summer my four cousins came down from Wisconsin to visit for a week. They were from the country and so it became my job to show them what the city was like. The oldest was Mike who was sixteen and then there was Jerry who was twelve, Bob who was about ten and Christina who was six. We all went on outings with the grownups to various places such as the malls, Six Flags Great America and the zoo but toward the end of the week the adults decided to go out for the evening by themselves and we were all left at home by ourselves. We watched some videos, of course the boys taste in videos was somewhat different than mine or Christina's so the two of us went up to my room and I pulled out some of my old toys which we played with until she finally got tired. Since she had been sleeping in my room on a little roll away, I put her to bed and then went back downstairs. The two younger boys had hooked their Nintendo which they had brought with them to the TV set and were deeply involved in a video game. Mike, meanwhile, had wandered off to the guest room to watch TV there. I went to the kitchen and made a bag of microwave popcorn which I brought out to Jerry and Bob and then made another bag which I took up to the guest room to share with Mike. While I was gone, Mike had put in some kind of porn video which he had brought with him. It was about this girl who was a cheerleader and basically she ended up having sex with all kinds of men. It was gross but I must admit it was all kind of interesting and, for a girl of fourteen, it was also very, very educational. Neither one of us said anything while we watched the movie. I did notice that as the girl was getting it on with the first guy, Mike started rubbing a conspicuously large lump which had grown inside his pants. I started to feel a bit tingly down there myself and so decided to go back down to the kitchen to get us something to drink. I knew Dad never really knew how much beer he had around the house and with Uncle Ed there he wouldn't miss any of it anyway, so I got a couple of bottles for each of us and we began drinking while watching the movie. Eventually Mike got the idea that we should play I'll show you mine if you show me yours. This didn't interest me at all at first but after a while the beers, movie and that lump in Mike's pants did make me curious and once he had promised me that he would just look and not touch, I agreed. We closed all the window shades and locked the door and then took off all our clothes and stood around staring at one another's bodies while the movie played out on the TV. Mike's penis had grown very large, almost like the guy in the movie, and he had hair growing around the base of it. I couldn't help but wonder what something that big would feel like going into me and I'm pretty sure he was thinking the same thing. After what seemed several minutes of silence, Mike sat down on the bed and asked me to sit next to him. I sat down but on the other side of the bed up near the top. He didn't take his eyes off of me as he quietly asked if I could spread my legs apart a little so that he could get a better view of me. I responded that I thought that was gross and that it was really ugly down there but he persisted. I know this all sounds so strange to tell it now, but finally figuring what the hell, I sort of shifted to a more cross legged position and running my two fingers through the little pubic hair I had, spread open the lips of my pussy just a little bit. Mike let out a groan and began stroking his penis in his hand as he divided his attention between me and the TV. The movie had gotten into another one of those really hot scenes and I began to stroke myself as well and I have to admit it felt really good. It felt so good that I slid myself across the bed until I was sitting next to Mike so I could reach over and put my hand on top of his and then I sort of cuddled up against him. I could tell he was enjoying it so I picked his hand up and put it on my pussy, whispering to him to be careful. Well he was extremely gentle and when I told him that I didn't want him inside me he said okay and began to softly caress me with his fingers, so I reached back over and began to slowly stroke his cock again. Then, right about the time when the guy in the video climaxed, Mike's penis erupted and this gooey white fluid shot out of it getting on everything including me, the bed spread, the carpet and like everywhere. The sight of that thing spirting jizz triggered something inside me and I experienced my first real orgasm while Mike kept at fingering my pussy. By that time the movie had ended and we both figured that we had enough, "We were cousins after all," Mike pointed out, so I went upstairs to take a bath before turning in for the night. By the time I had finished with my bath all the boys had gone to bed and so I did too. That night I had a very strange dream which developed into a bizarre sexual fantasy where I would find myself helplessly tied up naked, with my hands held high above my head, in this large cylindrical chamber. In the walls of the chamber were openings where strange men would be looking in at my nude body and then their penises would poke through some other openings in the wall aiming at me and one by one they would squirt their jizz all over my body. I never really saw Mike after that, he went off to college somewhere up north and I never got that close to a boy again either. I dated several guys since then but I decided that I was going to save myself for marriage. At least that was what I had planned before being attacked by the ugly man who just now had found one of those white hotel bathrobes for me. I put on the robe and a pair of sandals he had also found, and he led me back out to the passenger seating area. He purposefully sat me down next to him in the last row and the other women either didn't notice I was there or didn't want to. The rest of the trip was very quiet and he didn't say a word to me or to the boy who had sat down across the aisle until after we landed, instead he just sat there reading some strange Japanese comic books. The airport where we landed was somewhere in the mountains, nowhere near any cities of any size. It appeared to be a resort and had a large sign saying "Welcome to Fantasy Land" on the little terminal building where we were all led after getting off the plane. I was kind of surprised that we weren't met by any sorts of customs people or anything but I guess that's just the way it was. Soon a van stopped in front of the building and we were taken to a large hotel building, also named "Fantasy Land" and I was then taken to my room. The room was a cross between a hotel room and a dorm room, kind of Spartan but containing a bed, a small table, a dresser, as if I had any clothes, and my own private bathroom. The door was of course locked from the outside and there were no windows so I laid down on the bed and eventually cried myself to sleep wondering what was going to happen to me and fearing the very worst. I don't know how long I slept but I suddenly woke up to find another boy crawling onto my bed. It was quite a surprise as all the things which had happened the day before flooded back into my mind. I didn't even have the presence of mind to scream until he had ripped open my robe and began to squeeze and knead my breasts. I struggled to get away from him, but he was much stronger than I was and whenever I would scream at him to get out of my room he would slap me across the face and yell at me to shut up. Finally I just became too exhausted to resist him anymore and just started cry again. I guess that was what he wanted because he then decided to get off the bed and went over to the table where there was a paper bag which he must have brought in with him. "Good," he said picking up the bag. "I'm glad to see that you've decided to cooperate. That's the smart thing to do. Now nobody's going to get hurt. Okay?" I didn't respond to his question but just laid there sobbing as he opened my robe. My bout of crying stopped abruptly as I felt something very cold and wet being sprayed on my genitals. Looking down there was the boy with a can of shaving cream, spraying it all over my pubic hair. "Boss don't like hair. This stuff's gotta go. Don't worry though, it'll grow back." He picked up a safety razor and began working at it. "Now don't move. This is a brand new blade and we don't want to cut anything down here do we?" I tried not to move a muscle as the razor scraped across my skin and, closing my eyes as tight as I could, I tried not to think about him cutting me accidently or otherwise. I know I always had to be so careful when I shaved my own legs and feeling that thing scratch across my pussy made me that much more apprehensive and embarrassed. The funny thing is that I really don't know what was more humiliating: having my pubic hair shaved or having it done by that awful boy. Eventually he was finished. Taking a small towel he had with him he began to wipe away the excess shaving cream from my thighs and now smooth pussy. With my eyes still tightly closed I could feel him probing at my pussy with his fingers and then he stood up, putting the razor and shaving cream back in the bag he had brought with him. When I opened my eyes he was still staring at me. "You know," he started, "I don't remember the last time I shaved a virgin around here." He reached down to his crotch and adjusted the lump which was growing there. "Well I hope you find your week here profitable. I usually fuck the girls for their shave but I guess with you I'm going to have to take a rain check, huh?" I didn't know what on earth he was talking about but somehow when he said a week, something clicked in my mind and I blurted out, "A week. I'm not going to be here a week. I've got to get home." Sitting up on the bed and trying to pull my bathrobe back on I decided that I had to get out of there now. "Hey, wait a minute there honey," he said stopping me. "If you're leaving that soon you're just going to have to do me right now." Struggling to find the sleeves to my bathrobe I didn't even hear him until he stopped me by placing his one hand on my shoulder while with the other one unzipped his pants and pulled out his already stiff penis. It was a dark red color and sort of throbbing in time with his pulse and it was pretty obvious what he expected me to do with it. I had only seen a woman do this kind of thing once before and that was in the movie I had seen that night with my cousin Mike. He was breathing heavily as he took my head in his hands and I figured that I had better play along or he would get angry again and start beating me so I reached up and slowly wrapped my hands around his cock. The whole thing seemed so unreal. I had never ever dreamed that I would have to do something that gross but here I was holding a strange man's penis in my hand and he was pushing my head toward it. I began to lick the tip of it and it had a strangely salty taste, I guessed it was urine. I know that this wasn't the time for this kind of thing but I honestly began to think about how strange it was that men get so much pleasure from the same organ of their body which is used to excrete bodily waste. My little exercise in the academics of anatomical philosophy was interrupted by the man who began to force my head into his crotch. His cock was now in my mouth and he began to stroke it back and forth, ramming the soft tissue of its head against the back of my throat. It kind of made me want to gag on it but I worked at not doing that figuring my chances of survival were better if I kept him content. The thing grew amazingly hard, although it seemed to be somewhat smaller than I remembered Mike's, and it had bumpy veins on it which seemed to grow as he continued to push and pull the thing in and out of my throat. What I hadn't planned on was for him to come in my mouth. It seemed that suddenly I was swallowing obscene amounts of his reproductive fluid. I never felt as vulgar and cheap as I felt at that moment with that man's penis squirting into my throat and me swallowing as fast as I could to keep from choking on the stuff. Then, just a fast as it had started, he was finally done. He pulled his shrinking cock out of my mouth, put it back in his pants, gave me the towel to wipe my face with, picked up the paper bag he had brought with him and got ready to leave. Unfortunately, instead of leaving me alone to deal with my personal shame he decided to take me along with him. We walked out of the room into a long hallway. He had taken my bathrobe from me and left it in the room so that except for the little wash cloth I was given to wipe my face with, I was again totally naked. I tried to carry it very carefully since there were a lot of other people in the place, both men and women, some who were wearing business suits and a few others who were, like me, totally nude and still others who were wearing bizarre costumes. No one seemed to pay particular attention to the two of us and eventually we arrived at what appeared to be a small clinic where I was to be given a medical exam. The boy took me into one of the rooms which looked a lot like a real doctor's office and told me to lay back on the examination table and I did as he asked. He then extended the stirrups and taking my legs one at a time spread them apart, strapping each of my ankles tightly into the devices. He also lashed my wrists to the table and running another wide strap around my waist, left me completely bound in a very vulnerable and embarrassing position. Once he had finished tying me up, he went back out the door, leaving me to speculate about what was going to happen next. After a few minutes he returned with another man who he called "doctor" and who was wearing a white lab coat and who was obviously agitated. "She came in last night and I didn't get to see her until today?" the doctor said entering the room. "You know these tests take time. I don't know if I can have her approved for this evening or not." The boy who had brought me there walked over to me kind of laughing, "Just take a look here. You have nothing to worry about." The boy promptly placed his hand on my pussy and spread my lips open with his fingers. Then, digging deeper into me he began to spread apart the opening to my vagina and that was when it started to really hurt. He kept working at it with his fingers digging into me until I started to scream. "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled at me, slapping me really hard on my butt. I stopped screaming but the combination of pain and indignity was almost too much to bear. "What the hell," the doctor said. "I haven't seen something like that in a long, long time. Is that thing real?" He crouched down and took over examining me from the boy. He was an older man and although he was much more gentle he seemed equally curious to study my intact hymen. "That's an original all right. Where the hell did you come from honey? You must be one of those little drug princesses they brought in, huh?" I looked up at the boy who had brought me down there and decided to remain quiet. I'm not sure the other man was looking for an answer anyway because he quickly stood up and walked out the door. I could hear him in the outer office looking for something and when he returned he had a small camera in his hand. "Well, I guess you're right about her not having any diseases down there," he said to the boy as he attached the camera to the bottom of the table, focusing it on my pussy. Then looking up at me he added, "Okay little princess. Now I'm going to need a little help here." He reached up and unhooked my wrists from the table. "You're going to have to hold those lips open for me so I can get some shots of that hymen structure. If we're going to start reconstructing those things around here and I want to put together a photographic record of just what the originals look like." Just the thought of what he was saying was way too bizarre for me to deal with and while I thought the guy who had shaved me was pretty weird, this guy was just plain creepy. He continued to talk, to me I suppose, while he continued to set up the camera and snap several pictures of my genitals. "Hymens come in various shapes and designs. Now your hymen is still very much intact and kind of shaped like a manhole cover with little perforations in it. It's going to take a bit to pop that one out of there, it looks pretty sturdy. Now most of them are what we call a septum. That's just a thin line of skin which divides the center of the vaginal opening. You know, like the septum of your nose. We had one of those in here today too. The other common type are the ones shaped like a crescent moon around the bottom or side of the vaginal opening, sometimes going all the way around with a clear opening in the middle. Sometimes they get what's called a imperforate hymen that's basically a solid sheet of skin which completely covers the opening but then you'd be having all sorts of problems with your period. I've never seen one of those. Of course too, some virgins are actually born without them at all or they get broken at an early age from strenuous activities, but yours is a really perfect little lacework of tissue. It's a real classic." "Oh shit," he abruptly added as he looked at his watch, "it's almost ten o'clock. Get her over to the tack room. I'll meet you over there in a few minutes." He finally finished taking his pictures and talking about my virginity. I was beginning to wish that I had lost that condition a long time ago until it occurred to me that it had probably kept me from being raped several times already today. Anyway, I didn't have time to worry about that just then since the first man took me off the examination table and led me further down the hall to a door with a sign saying "tack room" painted on it. I had always thought that tack rooms implied horses but once we went through that door I began to understand. The room was more like a large garage having a big open door on one end and five or six little rickshaws parked along one of the walls. There were some people walking around including two young women about my age who were dressed in some sort of leather strap costume and a couple of other men who were working around the rickshaws. One of the men looked up and I immediately recognized him as the man from the airplane. Pointing at another door, he instructed the boy who was with me to take me in there to get me ready. As I was being lead over to that door, I watched him turn back and begin to hook the first woman up to one of the rickshaws. The room I ended up in was kind of dark, but standing in the middle of it was another young woman about my age, or maybe even a little younger, who was being dressed in one of the costumes like the others out in the garage. The man who was dressing her I recognized as the doctor who had given me that pelvic exam. "I've got them almost done except for this one and the boy," he said without looking up. Then looking at me he added, "Shit, I don't think I have a harness that small. Put her into that little S&M outfit. Oh wait, I guess we're going to have to use a butt plug on her like the boy. Let me get this girl dressed and I'll help you." She was plainly embarrassed and it then occurred to me that none of these women had been on the plane with me and I guessed that they, like me, were here against their will. It was then that I noticed the boy who was standing in the corner. He was kind of good looking and about my age and was modestly attempting to cover his nakedness, something I had sort of given up on by now. The woman's costume was kind of like a leather bikini except that instead of covering her breasts, the top had two large holes in it, allowing her nipples to show. Over the bikini was a thing that looked like a leather harness with metal rings and clips on it. The bikini bottom at least covered her important parts, except that I noticed a small wire coming out of it at the bottom, the other end of which ended in a little box which she was holding in her hand. I didn't see much else because the man who had brought me in to that place took a hold of her harness and quickly led her out to the garage. The medical guy turned to the boy and me and told us both to kneel on the floor. He took a large blunt shaped object off of a shelf behind him and squirted it with some KY Jelly from a tube which was also laying on the shelves. "These here are your motivators," he began to tell us. "They're part butt plug, part vibrator and part cattle prod." Then telling the boy to "spread 'em" he began pushing the thing into his rear. It was obviously painful for the boy and he sort of dropped to the floor leaving only his butt up in the air as he gasped for breath. The man pushed on the thing again and then he stopped. Although the boy only made a small grunting sound you could tell that the thing was still hurting him. The man must have noticed the expression on my face and he laughed, "Hey don't look so worried, you're getting the smaller one." With that he picked up the other device, smeared it with more KY and positioned himself behind me. "Usually the girls get these things in their cunts but you and that other little virgin are going to have to use the kind they use on boys. Okay princess, time to spread those cheeks." I sort of assumed the same position as the boy next to me, laying my head on the floor with my butt in the air, spreading my ass cheeks apart with my hands. Then, just as I felt the cold tip of the device nuzzled against my anus, the man from the airplane came into the room. "Almost ready to go here," the man behind me said as he forced the plug thing into my rectum. It was much larger than I had anticipated and much heavier and it really, really hurt. I screamed which made the poor boy next to me jump and then I tried to relax as the man continued to push the thing into me. Finally he stopped but unfortunately he wasn't done. With the thing still sticking out of my rectum, the man began to test it by pushing the buttons on the controller he held in his hand. First he tested the vibrator settings and then the electric shock part which, while I tried with all my might not to, made me scream every time he hit the button. The boy next to me just seemed to close his eyes and take it even though I know he was getting even stronger jolts just by the way it made his body twitch. All the while the other man, the man from the airplane, was taking pictures of us enduring the demeaning pain. Apparently satisfied that everything was all right, he pushed the thing all the way into the boy and then into me. Maybe it was just that the thing was cold or that it was so big but I began to feel cramps down there and just stayed on all fours while the boy was dressed in his harness and a thing that looked more like a leather jock strap. Meanwhile, the man from the plane had found a costume for me and handed it to me to put on. He had to show me how to wear some parts of it but finally I got it all on. It was sort of all black with a leather bikini bottom and a soft leather bra thing with straps that wrapped around me and held all the rest of the costume in place. I also had long leather gloves which covered my entire arm and heavy brown nylons with wide lace around the top. Finally I was given heels, a headpiece which looked kind of like ears, and a bushy tail which hooked to the harness in the rear. The whole thing was definitely perverted but at least I wasn't exactly naked anymore. I was then led back out to the garage and hooked to one of the rickshaws. The thing fastened to my harness using straps attached at my hips and then I would hold it up by a crosspiece about waist high in front of me which ran between the two handles. The man led me out of the garage and I followed him to the airport which made for a rather long walk, at least ten blocks, over a little mountain path through the trees. He told me that he wasn't going to ride so that I could save my energy for the return trip. Once we arrived at the airport I was positioned next to the runway with the other three women and the boy who were also hooked to rickshaws like mine. There were many other people there as well and several of the call girls I had seen on the plane were among them. We didn't have to wait very long, it couldn't have been more than a minute or two before the plane appeared above the mountains. It was a jet, big like the one I had come on the day before, probably it was the same one. It landed and taxied up to where we were waiting and then the door opened and the people started getting off. They were mostly men, and most of them were older men, with a few young women who I suppose were their escorts. The man whom I had met on the plane immediately went up to two of them and began talking. Two of the other rickshaws were immediately filled with passengers and they left for the hotel. As I watched, the men would get in the rickshaws and would be given the control box to the thing that each of us was carrying inside our bodies. The boy was taken by one of the men and I think I noticed which of the other women was also a virgin by the way she acted when she was shocked by the man she was pulling. Actually, she was the one I was watching when the man yelled at one of the remaining women and me to come over to the men he was talking to. From their conversation I learned that the two of them were a Mr. Todd and Lou somebody or other, and the man who had kidnaped me on the plane was named Doug. Lou was given the other rickshaw and I was going to carry Mr. Todd. They continued to talk while getting in the rickshaws and at first I thought they were talking about dairy farming until it occurred to me that they were actually talking about women. Mr. Todd was interested in harvesting human milk and human colostrum for use as a health food. "I'm telling you Doug, this colostrum thing is where the profit is in this business. You can only harvest it for about two days and it's so rich in vitamins and agents like anti-aging and immunity things. Its like the perfect food, like a fountain of youth." He laughed, obviously excited about this incredibly perverse plan of his, "We just need to find a bunch of females who I can treat with this formula I've got." "Well," Doug said, "I've found you your first one. This little girl here just happens to be a virgin and she's all yours." "So the little sprite is a virgin huh? Wish her tits were a little bigger," he laughed again. "Now how the hell does this thing work?" He was holding the control unit attached to the thing in my rectum and started pushing the buttons. Doug showed him which ones controlled the vibrator and which one powered the electric shocks but he seemed to only care about giving me jolts of electric current. It seemed like the shocks grabbed at everything in my pelvis and it made it hard to stand up much less pull him and the cart up that mountain trail as he kept pushing on that button and yelling at me to go faster. The electric jolts were beginning to give me severe cramps when we came around a corner near the summit of the trail and found a man and woman engaged in oral sex. He was one of the men from the plane and she must have been one of the call girls but I didn't recognize her. She was a pretty blonde and was totally nude, kneeling in front of the man who had just opened his pants and was leaning against a tree. Mr. Todd was quite amused by it all and knew the man by his first name, Juan I think it was, and asked me if I could do something like that for him. I didn't answer but kept going down the hill. He then became quiet for a while and stopped pushing the button and when we came to a small lookout on the trail he said to me, "Okay honey, let's just pull it over here." I stopped and while I guessed I knew what he wanted I just couldn't bring myself to agree to doing it. He told me to unhook myself from the rickshaw and I did. Somehow the wire to the thing in my rectum must have gotten tangled with the handlebar of the rickshaw and it came unplugged as I set the thing down. Mr. Todd wasn't too happy about that and I just stood there with my back to him while he crawled out of the cart. Deciding that I should try to plug the cable back in again I bent over to pick it up right about the time he got to me. He reached for me and grabbing the harness, undid the leather strap in the middle of my back which sort of undid the whole outfit I was wearing. He then put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around so I was facing him. My breasts were still partly covered by the straps of the harness so he took the thing the rest of the way off and threw it into the rickshaw along with the leather bra strap. Then he began to massage my chest, laughing about how I would be just perfect for his scheme, and eventually he got into pinching my nipples. I screamed since it was really starting to hurt but he didn't seem to care until I grabbed at his hands and tried to pull them off of me. He quickly seized my hands and pulled them away, putting them down at my sides. He laughed a little because in the process the long black gloves I was wearing came right off in his hands. Stopping to look at me he reached down and pulled my bikini bottom down over my thighs and let it drop down around my ankles. Up to that point I really thought that he was going to want me to suck on him like the other man earlier that day and the couple we had passed on the trail but somehow as I felt his hand slide down onto my shaved pussy it became disturbingly apparent that he had gotten another more extremely vulgar idea. One of his fingers parted the lips of my pussy and he began to slowly and deliberately probe around inside me. It was incredibly humiliating but it didn't really hurt until he found the opening to my vagina. At first he just sort of pressed his finger against my hymen like he was examining it or maybe trying to find an opening big enough for his finger to fit through. However, not finding any kind of opening, he just kept pressing against it harder and harder until it really started to hurt and I screamed a little and twisted to get away from him. "You little bitch," he barked at me with his hand landing on the side of my face. The violence of this blow was hard enough that I saw stars and fell to the ground. "Get up cunt," he continued bellowing, "I'll teach you to resist me." I attempted to get back up again but before I could do much of anything I felt his hand on the inside of my thigh quickly sliding its way up into my crotch. This time his finger crushed immediately against my hymen, "What the hell? Did you have this thing sewn shut or something?" It seemed like he then began twisting his finger in an effort to find a weak spot where it would break through. I, meanwhile, was biting my lip in order to keep from screaming again as it felt like he was literally tearing me apart down there. Finally it popped through. I had never been able to put anything into my vagina. I had tried to use tampons but was never able to get them inserted and gave up because it just hurt too much to try. Besides the stinging pain around my opening, it felt so unbelievably strange to have his finger in there like some sort of living thing poking around inside of me. "Well you sure are some kind of virgin all right," he laughed as he finally withdrew his finger. It was covered with blood which matched the trickle running down my leg. With one quick motion he undid his belt and his pants dropped to his knees. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his erection sort of bobbed up and down, pointing right at me. To this day I cannot think of that thing as a penis since I cannot conceive of a part of the human anatomy being used for such inhuman purposes. What I was looking at was nothing more than a huge ugly chunk of hardened flesh which monstrously stuck right out of that man's crotch. I felt so incredibly dirty but didn't have much time to feel sorry for myself as he grabbed my left leg and began to lift me up with it, spreading the lips to my pussy open. I figured he could see all he needed to see as he directed his torture organ toward the newly ripped opening to my vagina. That thing looked a lot larger than Mike's or that other boy's both in length and diameter and it was a whole lot larger than the man's finger, something I discovered as I felt it nuzzling against my still constricted opening. I just couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe that it was going to happen to me in this strange place by this degenerate old man but I knew that now it was going to happen. I was going to have him inside me. Then he shoved his hips into me and I became very painfully aware that all of this was indeed really happening to me. I could feel my skin stretching as he continued to force himself on me. My hymen extended until it seemed to burst all at once and while I definitely felt it tear, I think that I could also hear it pop as his rigid flesh slid up into my vagina. Somehow my body opened up to accept that massive thing of his and it seemed like in the process he was pushing everything in my pelvis up into my stomach. The funny thing was that I could deal with the actual physical pain. It really wasn't all as bad as I thought it would be. What truly hurt was feeling his thing buried deep inside of me and not having any control over what it was doing to me. He immediately began to viciously stroking the thing in and out of me although eventually the blood and fluids from the inside of my body helped to lubricate the motion somewhat. There was actually quite a lot of that stuff and it all flowed down my leg, soaking the fabric and lace of my stockings while he continued pumping his hips back and forth with more and more violent enthusiasm. The force of his rape actually pushed me to the ground and he ended up kneeling down and letting go of my leg, moving his hold on me up to my waist so that he could thrust into me that much harder. He finally stopped grunting and shoving himself into me with one last plunge I thought he was done. But then he tensed up and began to shiver as I could feel his cum spirting into my vagina and he began to groan from the onset of his orgasm. Finally he grew quiet and then withdrew his thing from me, allowing a surprising amount of his repulsive liquid to spill out of my coarsely distended vaginal opening. "Well honey," he laughed as he put his pants back on, "You'll always remember your first time. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me." The only good part about it that I could think of was that it was finally over. While he was still finishing getting himself dressed again, Doug and Carlos, the two males from the plane, showed up. "What's the problem here Therald?" Doug asked. "Have a wreck or something?" He was obviously amused and fully aware of what had happened. "I don't know where you found her, Doug, but she was a good one," he answered. "I want her to try out some of my lactation formula. I think she'd be perfect." "She ain't got much for tits," Doug said, looking me over and then purposely pointing at the rickshaw. I slowly got to my feet and walked over to the rickshaw. Walking wasn't very easy. Besides the incredible soreness from my genitals having been all torn up, I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. On top of that I just felt so incredibly contaminated and filthy. I picked up the front handle and must have looked pitiable enough that Mr. Todd decided not to get in but to walk along with the other two males. "Hell, it doesn't really matter," Mr. Todd continued. "Size isn't really all that important. I just want to collect that first pint of colostrum." Then he continued as I followed them with the rickshaw on down the hill toward the hotel. "Do you have a place where I can set up a little lab here? I mean just for the week. I can show you some things that these girls can do that is just incredible. " He continued talking about all sorts of things that I either didn't understand or was too distracted by my own throbbing injuries to pay any attention to. I kept wondering how much of that pinkish whitish fluid which kept oozing out of my vagina and running down my leg was his and how much of it was mine. Finally we arrived at the garage and Doug showed me where to leave the rickshaw and then told me to wait there until he came back. He and little Carlos then left with Mr. Todd and I was alone. The garage door was still open and I began to think about trying to escape but of course that might be difficult since I had no idea where I was. I kind of walked over toward the open door but no sooner had I gotten to it than I saw the last rickshaw coming down the path toward me. The man in the cart was a rather unpleasant looking Hispanic male and the poor young woman pulling him appeared to be exhausted. "Whoa there," he yelled at her in English and they stopped. Looking down at me he started, "What's the matter honey? Lose your way?" I didn't answer but then he really didn't wait for one as he climbed out of his rickshaw. "I'll tell you what. I think maybe we'll just take a little break here and check out the scenery." I couldn't figure out what he was talking about or what he was up to as he first undid the several chains which hooked the woman to the rickshaw and then he began to do something very strange; he unzipped the jumpsuit he was wearing and stepped out of it. All he had on underneath was a pair of jockey shorts. "I don't know why you girls have all the fun by being bare naked," he explained, I guess to me as I tried not to look at him. "I like to enjoy the mountain air. Ever been to Rio? Nobody wears clothes in Rio." His impressively large erection was straining against his cotton underwear as he walked around behind the other woman and then he turned to me and growled, "Lay down over here bitch, I don't want my whore to get all dirty laying on the ground." I laid down on my back looking up at him and the young woman he was with and with one swift movement he shoved her down on top of me. She tried to catch herself but wasn't all that successful and she ended up falling on me, spreading my legs open as she did. I'm not sure if just spreading my legs apart or if her landing on my stomach hurt more, but I do know that she felt really bad about hurting me. She told me in Spanish that she was sorry but before she could say anything else he was on top of her. Apparently since she still had the vibrator thing still in her vagina, he decided to try to stick his cock into her rectum. It didn't go in very easy and he decided to add to her torment by turning on the electric shock device while he continued to deviantly rape her. I felt so incredibly sorry for her and she kept apologizing to me as he continued to crush her body against my sore genitals and tummy. We both ended up crying from the pain we were being subjected to by him as well as out of sympathy for one another. Finally he came in her rectum and then pulled himself out. He put his jumpsuit back on and then walked over to the woman who by then was laying on the floor of the garage next to me. "Get up bitch," he snarled at her. Reaching down, he grabbed at the vibrator thing which was still humming and literally ripped it out of her body, dropping it on the ground. Then picking her up by one arm, led her off into the hotel. Hurting and naked, and hoping not to be noticed by anyone else who might decide to pass through there, I curled up in a corner of the garage and cried and cried and cried. The battery in the vibrator which was laying near me finally drained down and stopped, and eventually, there alone in that garage, I began to reconcile myself to my dismal condition. I hadn't done anything to deserve this. It seemed like my only crime was that I had been born a woman. All I knew was that because I was a woman, I was now doomed to live a life of sexual depravity and I wished that I could just die. A few people passed through the place but I didn't look up to see who they were and I guess they didn't see me either until I felt a tap on the shoulder. "Get up." It was Doug. He picked me up by the arm and began to lead me back into the room where I had been costumed earlier. "Is this yours?" he asked as he picked up the vibrator on the floor. "Hmm. This looks like a vaginal unit. Somebody must've lost it. Well come on." We continued to the room where he told me to take off the stockings I was wearing. They were really all I was wearing at that point and were literally soaked with semen. I peeled my stockings off and left them in a trash can by the table. While I had been doing that, Doug had prepared some kind of drink for me. It tasted like a very tart lemonade but he refused to tell me why he was giving it to me or what was in it. He then instructed me to reach over and touch my toes so he could pull the vibrator thing out of my rectum. As soon as he started digging at the thing it started hurting really bad. He said that without the cord on it, the thing had sort of moved up inside of me. He said he only had two fingers in my rectum even though it felt like his whole hand was in there but finally he managed to get a hold of the thing and pulled it out. All the digging around that he had been doing only made me have to pee really bad and so I asked him where the bathroom was. He laughed and led me over to a drain on the floor where he then told me to go. Of course he stood there watching me while he waited and so I couldn't do anything being way too embarrassed. This didn't make him very happy and pretty soon he started to make threats like putting me on display for his friends and having to do it for them if I didn't hurry up, so pretty soon I just sort of closed myself to him and managed to relax enough to pee. Once I had finished, he turned on a shower head which came out of the ceiling above me and handing me some kind of liquid soap told me to clean everything everywhere. This he decided to closely watch me do as well, making sure that I paid special attention to my genitals. This was particularly uncomfortable since the soap was exceptionally harsh and with everything being as sensitive as it was, it stung a lot down there. Once I finished, he told me to lean over on the table and he began to give me a douche. It's so incredibly shameful to say so, but when he finished, I actually thanked him since it made me feel so much better to have all that male filth cleaned out of my vagina. But then, before I realized it, he was giving me an enema. That was the reason for the lemon drink he had given me earlier and he pumped enough fluid into me that I started to get the most horrible cramps. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't contain the stuff inside me and just as soon as he set a bucket on the floor, I was on it and all of that stuff just literally gushed out of my body. He washed me off again, being very through and not particularly gentle, and then laughing at my humiliation led me out and down several corridors in the building until we arrived at a large ballroom. There were several men there dressed like waiters preparing for some kind of banquet and I immediately noticed the other women and the boy who had earlier been, like me, hooked to the rickshaws. I was led over to join them. We were all lined up together and then one by one, each of us was taken to one of the banquet tables and placed on a large platter which had been set in the center of it. My hands were tied behind my head and a plastic ball which had straps that went around the back of my head was stuck into my mouth so that I couldn't talk but could still breathe. Then my ankles were tied to two rings along the edge of the platter, holding my legs wide apart so that I was obscenely exposing myself. Once I was sufficiently bound, other men from the kitchen showed up and began to decorate the platters and our bodies with various hors d'oeuvres until we were all some kind of lewd centerpieces. Finally, the man who must have been the chef showed up to inspect everything and make certain the tables were arranged properly. He started with the table next to the one I was on and seemed upset about how the napkins and water glasses were arranged. Then he began to do some horrible things to the young woman who was the centerpiece on that table. I couldn't exactly see what he did but could hear her screaming through her gag as he worked on decorating her genitals with celery and sprigs of parsley Once he finished with his torture on that table, he walked over to the table I was on. Apparently everything was in order and since my table had a seafood motif he decided to finish decorating me by using an eel. This he took in one hand and using the other to spread open my vaginal lips, pushed it up inside of me. I could feel it pressing against my internal organs and although I really don't know how to explain it, it just felt so incredibly weird to have that cold slimy thing coming out of me down there. He continued with his inspection going to each of the other tables and at each of them finding something to do to sexually demean the person who was the centerpiece. I felt sorry for the boy because the table he was on had some sort of western theme and the chef placed little plastic cavalry soldiers and Indians all over him, with some poking out of his rectum and the flag pole for the soldier's fort sticking out of his urethra. Finally he left and very soon after that the guests began to show up. Each of the five tables had eight or ten people sitting at it, some men and some women although as far as I could tell all the women were call girls. I recognized Mr. Todd who was at the table I was on, and he had a young blonde woman as his escort. Doug and Carlos joined him as well and they spent much of their time talking about Mr. Todd's ideas for using women as milk slaves. The other men at the table all had young women with them and included someone they called Lou who I guessed was some kind of Mafia figure who lived in either Miami or Las Vegas or maybe both, and a military man from the Middle East whom they called general. The last man, who the others called congressman and who was very interested in Mr. Todd's ideas, was apparently a real congressman from central Florida. He was middle aged and kind of balding and his last name was Kennedy or something like that. Once dinner was finished, the guests got up from the tables and slowly made their way out of the ballroom to somewhere else in the hotel while we were taken off the tables. One of the men who worked there led us all out of the ballroom to what looked like a shower room and we were all cleaned up, given showers and then furnished with new costumes. They were all sort of little sailor outfits although most of them, like mine, didn't seem to have any underwear. Once we were all dressed in those things we were handcuffed and given dog collars around our necks. A long chain was run through the collars hooking us all together and then we were blindfolded and led back into the ballroom which by this time had been all changed around with a small stage having been set up in the center. We were placed on the stage, told to wait, and the man who had led us there left. We were alone for several minutes and it was during that time that we managed to introduce ourselves to each another. We were all originally from the United States and we all agreed that we were being held somewhere in the country of Columbia, although it seemed as if I was the only one who was there by accident. The other four had all been kidnaped as the result of some sort of international drug war between two rival factions. While none of them ever had anything to do with drugs themselves, they generally admitted that they were either relatives or the children of the leaders of a drug smuggling operation which was centered in Southern California and this gathering must have been some sort of way another cartel was exacting its revenge on their families. The young woman who had been raped on top of me was named Roberta although she went by Bobbi. She had long dark brown hair, not a great deal unlike my own although not quite as long. Bobbi had just gotten out of class at the college she was attending and had driven to a nearby mall to look at some clothes when she was literally kidnaped by two big men who drove up next to her while she was walking through the parking lot. She figured they followed her from school and she never really had a chance to get away. Rose had pretty red hair and was the daughter of one of the men she knew their gang was trying to get to. She lived with her mother in Miami but had been visiting her father who was a banker in Bogota, Columbia. One afternoon, she found out that apparently her father and her two brothers were involved with more than just banking. That same evening she went to a party with her older brother at the home of one of her cousins and while they were on their way back home, they were forced off the road. by two other cars. Her brother had been shot in the scuffle that followed, an injury which probably kept him from also being taken, but she was abducted and raped by the leader of the drug cartel shortly after she picked him up in her rickshaw at the airport. The third young woman was named Anita. She had long black hair and wore big wire rimmed glasses. Anita was a bit younger than the rest of us and was still a senior in high school in California. Her bodyguard/driver had picked her up at the private school she went to in Palos Verdes but they never made it home, having been forced off the road like Rose. She thinks her bodyguard was killed by a gunshot through the head but didn't really know. She, like me, had also been a virgin before being captured but of course had been raped right after she gave another one of the leaders of the cartel that rickshaw ride from the airport. At least he had the decency to take her up to his bedroom instead of doing it to her out in public like happened to me. The boy, David, was a sophomore at Stanford up near San Francisco and had stayed late for soccer practice. He was driving his own car on his way back to his apartment when he was run off the road by some guy in a pickup truck. When he woke up he was in a limo with three big guys and headed to an airport somewhere in the bay area. He was an only child and had no sisters so we guessed that was why he was included in our group. I figured he was also here because several of the men I had seen around that place were gay. He didn't say so but I'm pretty sure he had been raped like the rest of us that day already. At that point we were interrupted by the guests returning and inspecting us. Someone wanted to see Bobbi's eyes and so removed her blindfold and I had my blouse opened and the others were molested some too, but nothing too seriously happened to any of us. Then we were bid on and bought, and one by one led off to various places beyond the ballroom. I was taken on a long walk to somewhere in the hotel but since I remained blindfolded, I had no idea where I was. When my blindfold was finally removed, I found myself in a large bedroom suite. I didn't recognize the man who had brought me there but he wasted no time in taking off my handcuffs, collar, and then my costume until I was once again naked. He put me on a large bed, telling me to kneel in the middle and not to move until he got back. Then he left. I sort of figured that this was going to be it. I had just been forced into prostitution by the men who ran this place and somehow I was just going to have to accept that. Trying to remember what the women had told me on the plane trip from Tampa, I began to feel hopeless. I remember one of them, a pretty blonde woman who used way too much makeup, told me that when she was with a client she would just separate herself from what was going on. "You've got to think of it as a job and nothing else," she said. "Your mind is in one place and your body is in another. Sometimes your mind is in the corner watching you do it." The others had sort of agreed with her, one telling me that "once I was in that room, I was another person." Another got through her encounters by not thinking about it at all. "You would just think of the money," was her advice. It had been just so very painful that first time for me, both physically and emotionally. I couldn't figure out how I could deal with the pain of a man's penis ripping my bottom open any more than facing the horror of carrying that same man's semen, filling my uterus with something that might leave me pregnant or even worse with some sort of fatal disease. I couldn't imagine how I would be able to maintain any real sense of self respect after letting something like that happen to me. No matter what my fate would be, I didn't really have that much time to obsess over any of these things because the man soon returned "Ready to get fucked?" he asked as he opened the door. My heart jumped into my throat as I counted seven men entering the room with him. They were all dressed in matching dark suits with black ties but one of them, an older large man, was clearly in charge and he was the first to walk up to me as I sat on the bed. He reached out and pushed me back on the bed. I was sure he was going to climb on top of me but instead he began to fondle my pussy, spreading my lips apart and examining my vaginal opening. I began to cry, not from any particular physical discomfort but from the anticipation of what was about to happen to me. "I think you need to produce more fluid down here," he grumbled in a frighteningly low voice. With that he jabbed his finger into my vagina and between the dryness of his finger and the dryness and tightness of my body, it really hurt and I screamed and cried even harder. "Look," he then said to me quietly, "You must learn to enjoy this more. I have no desire in torturing you. I know you aren't even related to any of those bastards who screwed us over. I just want to have a pretty young woman like you show me a good time." I stopped crying and looked up at him not knowing what to say. He smiled at me but it wasn't a pleasant smile, more of a depraved one, and he turned and walked across the room sitting in a chair facing me, still staring at my body. "Okay," he finally said, "masturbate for me." I must have looked at him in such extreme disbelief that he began to laugh as he repeated, "Come on, play with yourself for me." I began to finger myself but with all those men watching it was all way to humiliating to be remotely pleasurable. "Come on now. If you can't get it on with yourself how do you expect to give me any pleasure, huh? Do I have to come over there and show you how?" "No!" A voice came from the corner of the room. "If you want to hurt someone why don't you hurt me!" It was David. Somehow he had been brought into the room while the older man had been inspecting me. One of the other men grabbed him to keep him from running up to the older man but the older man stopped him from a certain beating. "Bring the boy over here," he ordered. "Maybe he can be of some assistance to us. Better yet," he continued, "Take him over to the girl. Maybe a little carpet munching is in order here." The man holding him brought David over to the bed and pushed him down on his knees in front of me. David, like me, was naked and looked about as frightened as I was. I closed my eyes and laid back on the bed, slowly opening my legs to him. He put his hands on my thighs and quietly whispered to me, "I'm sorry. I'll be careful." His tongue touched my pussy and I was so embarrassed that I hid my face in my hands as he slowly began to lick the crack of my pussy. Pressing his tongue harder against me I could feel it dividing my lips and running up and down the inside of me from my vaginal opening to the little knob of my clitoris. He was extremely gentle and with his tongue swirling around between my lips, it started to tickle and I slowly began to forget the men standing around the room staring at us. Then he groaned a little and it seemed like he was enjoying doing that thing with his tongue as much as it was feeling really good to me and he moved it down, pressing it against my vaginal opening. I shuddered as it broke through and I know he noticed my reaction since he began to quickly flick his tongue in and out of me, making everything really wet down there. I think the older man also noticed the effect of what he was doing to me when he said loudly, "Okay now, lets switch." Neither David nor I knew what he meant at first until he clarified himself, "Switch you two. I want the girl to do the same thing to the boy now. Fair is fair if you know what I mean." Everyone in the room was incredibly quiet as they watched me get up off the bed and kneel down in front of David. Somehow I got the message that each of them was living out some sort of sexual fantasy through him, kind of like in a porn movie, and figured I had better perform or end up being nothing more than a drain receptacle for their violence and loathsome male discharge. While I knew that I shouldn't have been looking at him earlier, when we were in the ballroom talking to each other about who we were, David's penis had been all shriveled up into a real small lump. Now as I kneeled down in front of him it had grown to many times its previous size, at least as long as the man who had raped me and almost as big around. I couldn't help but think how strange it must be to have something which sort of grows to several times its normal size attached to your body. As I carefully took his penis in my hands, he shivered and let out a little groan just loud enough for me to hear. His organ was amazingly firm and sort of throbbed in my hands like the thing had a life of its own. He twitched as I began to run my tongue along its side and then all along the under side of it. Judging from his reaction to my efforts it seemed pretty clear that the underside of the shaft near the soft head was by far the most sensitive part so I began to concentrate my efforts there. This strategy had a clear effect and David began to uncontrollably twitch his hips and make funny little gurgling noises when the older man stopped us. "Okay! That's enough. We don't want anything happening unexpectedly here do we?" I stopped everything I was doing and put my hands down on my lap. "Now you, little girl, "he said pointing at me, "Sit up on the bed." I stood up and then moving over to the edge of the bed sat down and as soon as I did he continued, "Now lay down on your back and open your legs." I just sat there staring back at him. Wasn't it enough for me to have done the disgusting things I had already performed for him and his little group of friends? How did he want me to debase myself next? "Come on! Do it!" he shouted. "Now!" I looked up at David and remembered what the old man had said earlier about torturing those who were related to his enemies and I realized that if I didn't cooperate, both David and I would end up suffering. So I slowly laid down on my back, buried every sense of dignity and self worth that I had, and spread my legs as far open as I could. "Okay boy," the man resumed, "Let's see you put that hard on to work before you lose it." David hesitated and turned to look at me laying there. I think he was looking for my consent but the man wasn't interested in anything like that, "Come on boy! The Zulus say that a man is not a man until he has dipped his spear in blood. Let's see some blood." Looking at me straight in the eyes, David leaned over on top of me and I could feel his still erect penis nuzzling against my spread open pussy. I was about to reach down and help guide him to my vaginal opening when he dropped down and kissed me, his lips catching mine in a deep embrace. Under any other circumstances it would have been really quite romantic but at that same moment he impulsively plunged his stiff member into me. I tensed and moaned as much from the surprise of his action as from the shock of having my vagina suddenly filled by his erection. It didn't really hurt and compared to the rape I had endured earlier that day it seemed to glide in and out of me much more easily than I expected, maybe because I was pretty moist down there already. He ended his kiss and stood up straight, still gently stroking in and out of me, and whispered, "I'm sorry. It was the only way. I hope it didn't hurt you." He then smiled at me and softly caressed my face. I looked back at him and smiled in return. He was really a nice boy, I thought to myself, so very polite and considerate. It actually occurred to me at that moment that I didn't really mind what was happening to me as long as he was there with me. However, my daydream was abruptly interrupted by the old man. "Enough of this. I can't see anything but this boy's butt." The other men laughed with him. "Pull out of her boy and sit down on that bed." David stopped and slowly pulled out of me. It probably sounds kind of funny, but right then I became real embarrassed that all those men were watching us and quickly closed my legs, covering myself from their view. This also seemed to amuse them and so David turned around and stood right in front of me blocking their view. "Sit down boy," the old man commanded. He was clearly not amused by David's demonstration of gallantry and after a few moments of staring, David sat down on the bed next to me. "Okay now girl," he said looking at me, "you get on top of him for a while." I didn't know what he meant at first and so didn't move until he repeated a little louder, "Get on it! Sit on his lap and fuck!" I stood up and turned around facing David. He reached out and helped me onto his lap and then I maneuvered my hips so that my opening was right over the top of his stiff penis which was sticking straight up at me. Finally, I took a deep breath and slowly lowered myself down onto it. It was kind of bizarre, but being in control of how fast and how deep his penis was penetrating me made a big difference in how I felt about what was happening to me. With the amount of natural lubrication my body had already produced, David's erection no longer felt uncomfortable like it had at first and since I was now facing him only with my back to the other men in the room I actually began to feel less like I was being molested. Then I started to feel something else. Something entirely different. It's kind of embarrassing to say it, but I began to feel real tingly down there like I was starting to get turned on. Well, that was exactly what was happening. It seemed that in spite of all the humiliation, pain and shame, my body was actually getting turned on. I suppose that was why I was getting really wet down there. While David couldn't really move much, I was able to pretty easily raise myself up and down using my legs. As moist as everything had become, and once I had become a bit more relaxed, his penis fit into me very nicely. Keeping my balance by leaning back on his leg, it was pretty easy to stroke up and down on his erection and the more I did, the better it felt. David was feeling it too. He looked at me with such a funny expression on his face that I almost felt like laughing. He was trying to keep from getting turned on by me but since I started to really get into it he couldn't help himself. I could feel his erection getting even firmer inside me when I would lift myself all the way up on him and then drop down taking all of him into me. Finally he had all he could take and just laid down on his back leaving me sitting on top of him, stroking him with my body. I changed to a sort of circular motion with my hips, massaging a lot more of those nerve endings in my genital area which by now was getting red hot. This must have been too much for David because he suddenly tensed up and made a funny groaning noise as he reached down and seized my hips, pressing me tightly down onto him. I could feel his penis jerk and strain at my opening and I realized he was coming inside me. The look on his face had changed to a grimace as if he was in pain or something and I was about to giggle at him when my orgasm hit me. It sort of started in my bottom and quickly exploded throughout my whole tummy, literally taking my breath away. I screamed partly from the surprise and partly from the intense sensation which I had never felt before. As wave after wave of extreme pleasure spasms gushed through my body I struggled against David's grip, moaning in unison with him until he finally became quiet and I dropped down onto his chest. My heart was beating like a million miles an hour and so was David's as I laid my head on his chest. Throughout our little escapade I had all but forgotten that we were being watched. No sooner had I laid my head on David than the older man start to applaud, "That's real good. Kind of like Romeo and Juliet. Better than anything I've ever even seen on video. Okay pony boy, bring her over here." I guess David had forgotten we weren't alone either but as soon as the old man started applauding I could feel his penis instantly shrivel back to its normal size, falling out of me and unleashing a flood of pent up fluid onto the bed. The men started laughing at my humiliating predicament as I crawled off of David and sat down next to him vainly trying to cover my shame. "Pony boy!" the old man shouted. "Bring her over here." David gave him a puzzled look and then stood up and took my hand. Clearly this wasn't what the old man wanted. "No you dumb ass. You're a pony boy. Get on your hands and knees and give that girl a ride over here." Crouching down on his hands and knees, David waited until I got onto his back and then he slowly brought me over to the chair where the old man was sitting. As soon as I got off David's back he was led off somewhere by a couple of big guys who looked like body builders. It was pretty clear from the way they acted that body building wasn't the kind of exercise they had planned to do with David. I somehow didn't think that my future was going to be much better. The old man stood up in front of me and told me to get down on my knees. It was then that I noticed that he had developed an incredibly large erection and it made a large bulge in his pants. He looked at me and said "I don't like sloppy seconds. Do you think you can give me a good blow job little girl?" I didn't know what to say but thinking that it would certainly be in my best interests to cooperate, I slowly knelt down in front of him and unzipped his trousers. His engorged penis sort of leapt out into my hands and I began to lick it. It was really gross. The thing was so big that it was hard to fit into my mouth but much to the man's satisfaction, I tried as best I could. Mostly I held the thing in front of me and licked the bottom and the tip of it while I stroked the shaft in my hands while softly massaging the lumps of flesh hanging beneath it. Judging from his reaction, this seemed to be sufficient and after a short time he started to shiver and his penis got real tense. I felt his scrotum jerk and before I knew it my face was flooded with a wad of sticky white cum. "Swallow!" he yelled and I pointed the thing into my mouth just as the second eruption spewed out of it. It tasted just as bad as that other man's and I almost gagged as he placed his hand on the top of my head and pressed my mouth onto the vile thing as he emptied the rest of his foul load into my throat. "There now," he said catching his breath, "That was worth the money." He pulled his pants back on and signaled to the two men who were still with him to take me away. "Okay honey," he said to me, catching his breath, "It's showtime." I hadn't a clue as to what he was talking about but rightly figured that I was going to be a participant as opposed to a spectator in what was coming next. We left the room and went down another hallway to a large lobby where many of the people who had been at the banquet earlier had collected and were drinking. I don't know where I thought we were going but when we turned the corner and went through a pair of large doors I was honestly overwhelmed. I found myself in a huge theatre with a large stage containing several pieces of what looked like medieval torture equipment. In place of theatre seats were long wide padded benches and small round tables spaced much further apart than in a normal theatre. The side walls of the theatre along the sides of the audience were open coves which had been converted into prison cells containing about a dozen young women. Each of them had her wrists chained to the ceiling of her cell and all of them looked very distressed like they had been told that something very repugnant was going to happen to them. I thought that I was going to join them but instead I was brought up onto the stage. On the stage, besides the torture equipment, there were four small prison cells located up in the back. Anita, Bobbi, and Rose were already in three of them and I was placed in the fourth. As soon as the door to my cell was closed, the audience began to file into the theatre. The two men, meanwhile, walked over to the side of the stage and pulled out a large heavy wooden panel setting it up in the middle of the stage. Then they walked up to the cells and opened the one Anita was in, taking her to the wooden panel. Anita was wearing a white bra and a pair of white panties on which someone had scrawled the words "fuck me". The only other one of us who was wearing anything at all was Bobbi who had a pair of long black leather boots and a strange leather bra strap thing which made her breasts obscenely stick out from her chest. Anyway, the men took Anita and strapped her to the wooden panel so that she was on display while the audience made their way in. The audience freely molested the women who were chained in the cages along the side of the auditorium and a couple of men attempted to do the same to Anita. Curiously, the two men who had put her there kept them from doing anything to her and they promptly directed any of the other audience members who came up to her to go over and torment one of the other women. There must have been at least one hundred men and maybe fifty or sixty women in the audience. The men were dressed either in business suits or brightly colored satin kimono like robes. Most of the women seemed to be call girls like the ones who were on the plane with me but some of the women appeared to be lesbian couples. After about fifteen minutes the house lights and the audience took their seats. A spotlight turned on and the same old man who I had encountered following the banquet walked out on stage. It seemed that he was the owner of the place and introduced himself as Mr. Darden. Turning to the two men who had brought me to that place he introduced them as his assistants. Karl was a large dark haired man and Hans who was blonde was only slightly smaller but both were over six feet tall and looked like professional boxers. The two large men took a bow and Mr. Darden continued to welcome the audience to "this evening of entertainment" which was to be organized around a demonstration of some of the new equipment available in the "dungeon" at the hotel. He also announced to them, pointing at our cages, that the whole show was being videotaped. I guess that explained why most of the members of the audience were also wearing some kind of mask. He added that copies of the tape would be sent to the families of the participants to help motivate them to come up with the requested ransoms for our freedom. I felt so sorry for my parents and the shame they would feel. It was one thing to have this stuff happening to me, but I really did not want my family to find out about my situation much less than actually witness me being raped. How could I face them again? How could I face anybody again once this videotape was released? Apparently while the audience was coming into the theatre they were also making bids on the women who were held in the cells along the sides of the theatre. As Mr. Darden cut Anita's remaining clothing off of her and took her down from the panel, the women were distributed to the "winning bidders" who wasted no time in sexually victimizing them. Anita was left standing in a spotlight in the center of the stage and a cart with several electronic devices was wheeled up to her. While Mr. Darden started describing the apparatus to the audience, the two other men began hooking Anita up to the cart. The primary function of the whole thing was some kind of electrical stimulation generator. First, two large probe devices which were shaped like long tubes were placed in her vagina and rectum and these had heavy cables attached to them which I suppose was an indicator of the kind of current they were designed to conduct. Needless to say, Anita struggled to rid herself of them but the men had inserted them too far up into her. As if that wasn't enough, two more cables with bulky metal fasteners on them were then clamped to her nipples. These clearly hurt and Anita screamed as each of the clamps pinched onto her sensitive flesh but the real torture didn't begin until they started passing current through them. With the natural moistness in her vagina and rectum providing a solid electrical connection, when they powered those probes you could see Anita just literally shake with agony as she screeched from the pain coursing throughout her lower body. Somehow watching her convulse like that was evidently not enough for those depraved bastards. Resetting the switches on the control panel, they then started to run current through the clips attached to her breasts. This didn't produce the depth of torment they were looking for until one of them decided that they could get a better connection if they stuck needles into her nipples and areolas so that the blood would help make a better contact. Anita cried and screamed as they methodically jabbed needles into her breasts causing small trickles of blood to run down the sides of her breasts and once they started to run electricity into her they didn't stop until she feel to her knees and then eventually fainted. She just continued to twitch and convulse until they finally turned the electricity off and removed the probe things from her. The man who had built all of that inhuman apparatus then came up on the stage to take his bow and pass out business cards to others in the audience who might want to purchase one for themselves. He was a small thin man, and once Anita regained consciousness she was given to him and he decided to take her back with him into the audience where he presented her to his boss who was seated in the front row. That man was large, crude, and extremely frightening and while the smaller man held Anita in front of him, he stood up and in a thick Russian accent announced to the video camera and the audience that he was about to get even with Anita's father for his offenses. He, like many of the other men in the audience, was wearing a satin bathrobe which he then proceeded to take off, revealing his large, gross, naked body. The man had a curious eight pointed star tattooed on his shoulder and seemed to have hair growing practically everywhere. As he continued to stare at Anita he also began to stroke at his penis causing it to become erect while she was securely held standing and trembling in front of him. Then, once his thing had swelled and hardened, several times its former size, he laughed at the camera and sat down. With the other man's help, he then lifted Anita and sat her down on his lap, penetrating her and then brutally raping her while the other audience members looked on. I didn't get much of a chance to see anything more because Karl and Hans came to my cell next. I was taken to the front of the stage and left to stand in a spotlight while a strange looking wooden horse was pushed on the stage from the side. The thing had a horse head and a tail but the body was shaped like a wedge and when the two men lifted me up to put me on the thing, I knew it was going to be intensely uncomfortable. However, apparently in order to make certain that I was tortured sufficiently enough, an ice dildo was placed in a socket in the top of the wedge and I was lowered down onto it I closed my eyes as I felt the ice touch the opening to my vagina, it felt so very strange. It was quite smooth, however, and slid into me very easily until I came into contact with the top of the wedge. The sharp edge of raw wood dug into the crack of my pussy and I couldn't move since I was impaled on the dildo and so just had to somehow deal with it as it penetrated deeper and deeper into my sensitive flesh. The ice both burned at my vaginal opening and at the same time helped to deaden the pain caused by the sharp edge of the horse. I could lift myself up a little by my hands and found that by squeezing my thighs together really tight I could take some of the pressure off of my crotch, all of which helped only a little. Of course the men had other ideas for my persecution and I heard Mr. Darden invite the person responsible for my torture apparatus to come up onto the stage. When I looked up I was rather surprised to see that it was a woman. She was rather stocky and muscular and was wearing what looked like a biker outfit and once the applause died down she turned to me and immediately began to whip me with a long whip. I could hear the audience enjoying this display of perversion as they either just observed me being tortured and victimized or while they continued to rape the unfortunate women they had purchased at the beginning of the show. Finally, following several minutes of whipping, the woman stopped and I was turned around on the horse, had my hands tied behind me and forced to stay there until I had entirely melted the dildo inside me. By that time the cold temperature of the ice was causing powerful cramps in my pelvis, adding to the stinging freezing pain and the other agonies I had already been compelled to endure as the edge of the horse wedge dug deeper and deeper into me. However, at least the men were done with me for the time being and the horse, with me still on it, was wheeled off to the side of the stage. Bobbi was the next one to be brought out of her cell and Mr. Darden came back on stage and announced that she was going to demonstrate some new bondage equipment. Her hands were tied behind her she was placed in a chair which held her legs wide apart so that her genitals were in full view of the audience. Then a strange looking thing was strapped onto her face which held her mouth wide open, turning it into a round metal lined open hole in her face. Mr. Darden then produced a long hose with a strange looking end to it, the purpose of which soon became horribly apparent. Its curved triangular shape allowed it to fit over the pussy but it had sticking out of it a long dildo which held it place once he drove it up into her vagina. She screamed though the open mouthpiece and it sounded so pitiful since he continued to jam the thing into her until he was at last fully satisfied that it was secure. The other end of the hose he attached to the mouthpiece so that her breath would both be inhaled and exhaled through her genitals and so that she would also be forced to swallow her own bodily secretions. He laughed and called it a whole new class of recycling. He then produced a large vibrator device and announced to the audience that the purpose of that perverted tube thing would be to stimulate her breathing as well as anything else that might end up in that tube. Up to that point Bobbi had been carefully breathing through her nose but that changed as he started to push the blunt end of that thing against the tight opening to her rectum. With the hose attached to her mouthpiece she could only manage to make a strange gurgling noise in protest to the discomfort she was suffering as he began to shove that thing up into her body. Once he had driven the thing into her, he turned it on and it began making a rather loud noise as it vigorously agitated her lower body. It wasn't long before you could tell from the expression on her face that it was likely that the thing was doing what it was supposed to do. Leaving it run, Mr. Darden then brought up to the stage the man who had designed and built the thing and he received a round of applause. Once he had finished bowing to the audience he turned to Bobbi and yanked the vibrator out of her body letting it clatter to the floor. The audience was amused by this so he continued by slowly pulling the hose thing out of her vagina and disconnecting it from the mouthpiece dropped that on the floor as well. Bobbi looked awful. The public humiliation and unrestrained domination of her spirit had taken its toll and she was pretty much exhausted. However, this didn't stop the man from lifting her up from her chair and setting her down on her knees in front of him. With her mouth still held wide open by the thing strapped across her face she looked up at him and began to cry, knowing what was coming next. She didn't have to wait long for him to decide to take action. In a scene which was becoming all too familiar in this dreadful place, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his sizeable erection. Laughing, he told the audience that he hoped the opening in the thing she was wearing was big enough and then he stuck his engorged penis into her mouth and down her throat. She squirmed to try to get away from him but he just held her head in place and slowly began stroking his penis in and out of her mouth. She became very quiet, being only able to breathe momentarily at the top of each stroke, and he continued until finally he withdrew the thing from her and began pumping it real fast with his hand. Suddenly a stream of white fluid streamed out of the end of it, splashing into her face and running down the front of her. He squirted three more jets of white cum onto her kneeling body and then plunged his penis all the way into her mouth and held it there. Bobbi was only able to tolerate that thing in her throat for only so long before she began to choke on it and then started to gag. Her violent involuntary convulsions seemed to amuse the man and he put his hands behind her head, pressing her face harder into his crotch until finally she fainted and collapsed on the floor. Unfortunately, they weren't quite done with Bobbi. It seemed that this guy had built more than one torture machine and the next one was rolled onstage so that she could be hooked up to it. This thing looked truly medieval. It was like one of those stockade things you see in the movies where the victim's head and hands are locked in holes in a large wooden panel and then things are thrown at them. The main difference with this one was that it was very low and was accompanied by an elevated metal tank with a hose coming out of it. We didn't have to wait long to see what that was for. Bobbi had regained consciousness and so she was placed on her knees in the stocks with her ankles being fastened to the platform it was attached to, spreading her legs wide apart. Karl and Hans moved the tank in place, hanging it above Bobbi, and began filling it with water. Once they finished, a corset was cinched around her waist and the laces of it run to a pair of winches on the floor. The man who was the inventor explained that the whole thing was a heavy duty enema and douche device and as he cranked on the winches, mentioned that the corset was to keep the water from surging too far up into her. He tightened the winches very securely, considerably limiting all of Bobbi's movement, and then produced a hose device much like the one attached to her earlier except this one had two plugs attached to the triangular shaped end. Lining the plugs up with the openings to her rectum and vagina, he slowly and firmly pressed the thing into her. Bobbi, having given up by this time, didn't resist but just closed her eyes and groaned, shivering from the torture of this most recent invasion into her private organs. The man then connected the other end of the hose to the hanging tank of water and reaching down, turned on the valve on the top of the triangular end allowing water to gush up into her rectum. Bobbi reacted immediately and began to tremble, letting out a low crying sound as she felt the water pouring into her. The man immediately reached down and opened the other valve which directed a flow of water into her vagina. Bobbi reaction to this one was much more pronounced, perhaps because it was a more sensitive place and perhaps because it was just that much more a disgustingly appalling thing to do. After a short time, Bobbi began to react more violently from the pressure and cramping she was experiencing as the water filled her lower abdomen, swelling its size and making her look like she was pregnant. Then, reaching the point where she could hold no more, it began leaking out around the plugs which were still firmly planted inside her and formed a growing puddle on the floor between her legs. By that time she was frantically shaking and screaming in her trap, struggling to either break free or to at least release herself from the hose thing. Her cries became so pitiful that I could no longer watch and began to cry myself in sympathy when she suddenly stopped. I looked up to see the man with a needle in his hand. He had just given her an injection, knocking her out and explained to the audience, "You just have to put them down when they get out of control like that." To my utter shock they applauded his efforts and he then turned off the water and removed Bobbi from the structure, giving her to Karl who carried her limp abused body off the stage as the water still drained out of her bottom onto the floor. Mr. Darden, meanwhile, had come back on the stage and announced to the audience that we would now be taking a fifteen minute intermission. Almost as soon as he had finished his announcement, several simultaneous screams came from the auditorium as several of the male audience members took the opportunity to once more rape the women they had with them. I could only close my eyes and try not to listen but this went on for at least the full fifteen minutes. Once the lights when down, Hans walked over to the wedge shaped horse I was still on and lifted me off, untied my wrists and accompanied me to my cell. It was difficult for me to walk since my crotch was so incredibly sore but I managed to get as far as inside the door where he set me down on the floor and left me there alone. Karl had returned by that time and the two men then went back to center stage and rolled the stockade thing off while three other men replaced it with a big chair with several electronic instruments mounted on its back. Once they had the chair thing placed and plugged in, Mr. Todd joined them on the stage and although he was wearing a mask, I had no trouble recognizing him. He walked up to the cage next to mine where they were keeping Rose and opened the little black bag he had brought with him and took out what looked like an insulin needle. He filled it with some kind of liquid from a small medicine bottle also from the bag and then injected Rose in the underside of one of her breasts. As the fear of her being the next victim began to settle in on her, Rose became more and more unnerved and started to anxiously whisper to me, "I don't know what to do. What am I going to do? If I scream and protest, I know my father and brothers will become simply deranged when they see that tape. I know they will be blaming themselves for letting me get kidnaped and they will do something stupid and get themselves killed. I know it wasn't their fault and I really don't want to hurt them but if I stay quiet and don't resist, whoever sees that tape will probably think I am some kind of slut for enjoying it and cooperating with them. But then too, if I screamed and resisted, that might be just the reaction they're looking for and I don't want to do anything that they want me to . . .." She then just started to cry and within not more than half a minute she had fallen asleep, most probably from whatever was in that injection. In the meantime, Karl and Hans had been working with the other three men in order to get the chair thing ready for Rose. Then, just before the end of the intermission, the three men left the stage and both Karl and Hans came to her cage, took her out and carried her down to the center of the stage and placed in the chair, her wrists strapped to the arms and a belt tightly securing her around the waist. Just as they were finishing, Mr Darden came back to the stage and introduced the creators of this chair thing to the audience after which the three men returned carrying large tool boxes out of which they started pulling out several more electronic instruments. Rose was just then reawakening and the three men along with Mr. Todd began to go to work around her. While one began videotaping all their activity, the other two wasted no time in plugging in a control panel unit to the chair and then one of them produced two things that looked like cookie tins with hoses coming out the bottom. The free ends of these hoses were hooked to some kind of fittings on the back of the chair while the other ends were placed over Rose's breasts. One of the men stepped over to the control panel and moved one of the levers up causing the chair to begin making a deep rhythmical mechanical sound while Rose started writhing and screaming in response. Mr. Darden announced that the chair was extracting the milk out of her breasts and began to talk about how the first milk was called colostrum, the same fluid Mr. Todd had been talking about, and its great health benefits. While Mr. Darden was talking, the other men began to lower the back of the chair Rose was sitting on until she was laying flat on her back. Then they fitted stirrups to the chair, much like those on a doctor's examination table and strapped her legs into them leaving her genitals wide open to both them and the audience. Opening another of the cases they had brought with them, one of the men pulled out several long thin probes which he hooked into the chair console while another of the men wheeled out several television monitors and wired each of them back to the chair console as well. After they finished setting up their equipment, one of the men began inserting what appeared to be a long clear plastic pipe into Rose's vagina. It was hard and even though the end that he inserted into her was sort of rounded, you could tell from Rose's face that it was pretty uncomfortable. He kept pushing on it, slowly squeezing its way into her until the tube completely opened up her vaginal canal. Then taking one of the probes, he laid it into the clear tube and then turning on a couple of switches on his console, the inside of her vagina appeared on the TV monitors. Apparently not believing that was enough, he then began feeding several more probes into her. He began with one in her rectum and then one into her urethra, then another into her vagina, and then another into her rectum, until he had a total of eight video probes at various places inside her body. He began to explain to the audience the value of being able to inspect the "working parts of a woman," as he called them, to be able to check her for injuries and other problems. I suppose this would all be very noble if the group doing it wasn't so incredibly perverted. At least Rose didn't seem to be suffering too much at least until he started to push one of the cameras up through her cervix. You could tell that she could feel the probes as he moved them around inside her although she seemed more afraid of the man doing something that might cause permanent injury to her than anything else Eventually he finished working on her and began to pull his things out of her body, cleaning them off and putting them away. Mr. Todd came back and started to inspect the milking machines that Rose still had attached to her breasts and then walked over to have a little conference with Mr. Darden. They talked for a while and then began pointing at me like I was going to be next again. That was when Mr. Darden walked back to the center of the stage and began to explain, "Mr. Todd informs me that this little redhead has to be left alone for about a half hour if we expect to get a maximum yield from her so we're going to enlist a substitute for our next demonstration." Turning to Karl and Hans who were waiting on the side of the stage, "Get that little brunette we tested the horse with." As the men came over to my cell, Mr. Darden introduced a small Oriental man as Master Yamadori who was supposed to be performing at the theatre on the next weekend. The master came out to the center of the stage with several coils of rope in his hand and waited as I was escorted there and made to kneel in front of him. He immediately began to tie me up with the rough brown rope. First he tied my hands behind me, and then started running the rope all over my body as if he were somehow building some sort of macrame harness. Of course he managed to dig it into places where it would be the most uncomfortable and by the time he was done, I was pretty much left immobile with my legs wide apart and kneeling on the floor. My rope harness was then hooked to a chain which Karl lowered from above the stage and I was lifted off the floor a few feet, suspended from the middle of my back, slowly rotating in front of the now quiet audience. Master Yamadori then invited another man, who he introduced as his assistant, up to the stage. This man was very large, well over six feet tall and he must have weighed at least three hundred pounds, much larger even than Karl or Hans. He looked like some kind of wrestler or boxer since he was dressed in a long dark blue satin bathrobe. The man walked up and stood in front of me and then he slowly opened his robe so that only I could see his monstrously large erection, by far the largest I have ever seen both in length and diameter; it was frighteningly big. Finally, when he must have figured he had sufficiently impressed me with its size, he opened his robe the rest of the way, allowing it to drop to the floor around his feet. The audience let out a curious startled reaction when he did this and then broke out into applause. The master then told the audience to "closely observe my reaction when the man inserted his penis into my vagina." Closely observe my reaction. I already knew what my reaction was going to be if he tried to penetrate me. It would likely split me in half. Since I was suspended, the man just had to twist me around so that he was positioned behind me. I could feel him pressing the head of his grotesque mass of flesh against my waiting vaginal opening while I tried as best I could to relax my tense muscles down there. After only a momentary pause the master gave the man his cue and he drove the thing into me. There was really no way I could have prepared myself to accept that thing as it literally tore my vaginal opening apart, setting my entire pelvic area on fire. I loudly screamed again and again from the agony as he continued to force himself deeper and deeper inside me until I could feel his pubic hair crushing against my shaved pussy lips, straining my internal organs to the point of bursting. Actually I thought that was just what was happening and as he began to move that thing in and out of me and I just lost all control of myself and began screaming and crying, hoping that he would stop before he caused me some permanent injuries. That was when he suddenly pulled out of me. The man laughed, picked up his bathrobe, put it back on and went back to his seat in the audience. No sooner had he sat down than he was given one of the unfortunate women who had been auctioned before the performance and he wasted no time in picking up where he left off with me. In the meantime, Master Yamadori reappeared with a strangely menacing looking device. It had two blunt cylinders coming out of one side of it and a small handle sticking out of the other side, kind of like the thing they had used on Bobbi. Informing the audience that this unit was designed to pump anaesthetic into a female's sexual organs to permit easier penile insertion, he began to screw the thing onto a large bottle of bluish fluid. I was lowered to the stage floor and he then rearranged the ropes which kept me largely immobile so that I was kneeling on the floor with my rear up in the air. He smeared some KY gel on the device and turned the thing over and lined up the two blunt tubes with my vagina and rectum. Then with one steady movement, he pressed the thing into me. Although its diameter was considerably smaller than the large man's penis, the object didn't exactly fit into either opening very easily. While he was pushing on it, the man explained that the device he was inserting into me would allow measured amounts of his formula to be introduced into my vagina and rectum and once he had pressed it all the way into me, he began to work the handle, pumping the contents of the bottle into my body. I could feel the fluid squirting into my interior and eventually begin to leak out around the shafts. By the time he had finished pumping the entire bottle into me, I was beginning to feel very numb down there. It sort of felt like what happens to you when you go to the dentist and get a shot of Novocain. It was a really welcome relief after everything else that had happened to me and for once I started to think that I was lucky to have gotten that man's "treatment." What I didn't know was that he wasn't actually done yet. He left me that way for several minutes while he talked about his methods and theories of rope bondage and how the audience could see how it was done next week. To me it all sounded like methods and theories on the sexual domination of women but no one asked my opinion. Then he motioned to Hans and Karl who joined us at the center of the stage. He had Karl take one of my legs and Hans the other and together they lifted me up until I was about four feet off the floor. The master took a small tub and put it beneath me and then pulled the deviant pump thing out of me. Since I had no feeling down there anymore, I could do nothing as all that bluish liquid simply gushed out of me into the tub on the floor. While the other two men continued to hold me, the master again rearranged the rope harness I was wearing adding several new ones around my thighs in order to hold my legs apart. Once he was finished, the master gave me a very frightening look, peering directly into my eyes as he rolled up the left sleeve of his robe but in my wildest imagination I never expected him to do what he did next. He closed his hand into a fist and placed it with his thumb against my vaginal opening and then began to work it up into me. The whole sensation was so very strange because while I knew what it was that he was doing to me, all I could feel was the pressure of my internal organs being pushed up into my stomach. Then suddenly something down there popped and I screamed as his forearm slowly disappeared into my body. The audience broke into applause and the man kept grinning at me but right about that time I guess my body had sustained about all the abuse it was going to be able to stand and I suddenly felt all cold and then I just simply passed out. When I woke up again I found myself back in my cage, laying on the floor. My genitals were still pretty much numbed and while I noticed some bleeding from down there, I didn't seem to have sustained any serious injuries. I tried to sit up but between some really sharp shooting pains in my tummy and being still tied up, I decided that I had better just stay where I was. Meanwhile, looking out of my cell at center stage, I noticed that the mechanical chair which Rose had been tied to was gone and Hans and Karl were busy putting up a large heavy table in its place. While Rose's chair had been taken away, Rose was still very much there along with the three men who had been torturing her in that big chair thing. One of the three men had taken charge and had one of his companions pull down his pants and lay down on his back on the floor. The man had an impressively large erection, both in width and length, and held it up in his hand as the other two men lowered Rose down onto it. While she attempted to ready herself for it, the thing was just too big to fit comfortably and she winced and let out a scream as it forced its way though her vaginal opening. The two men stroked her up and down a few times and then lifted her all the way up and tilting her slightly set her down again with his erection now forcing its way into her rectum. Rose wasn't ready at all for that and began squirming and grunting in an attempt to get free of her tormentors. Unfortunately they were much larger and too strong for her, so that slowly his erection seemed to just disappear into her rear. Then, as she was adjusting to that impalement, the leader dropped his pants and straddling his friends legs grabbed Rose's ankles and spread her legs apart. Then he plunged his penis into her waiting vaginal opening and started to work the thing in and out of her. The third man had by this time moved up to Rose's face and was poking his penis into her mouth. Seemingly resigning herself to them, she helped him guide the thing into her throat as the other two men pumped themselves in and out of her pelvis. One by one they climaxed, dumping their loads of white goo into her body and then withdrawing themselves from her. The men just left her there on the floor while they put their clothes back on, laughing with each other and went back offstage. Finally, Karl, who by that time had finished putting the large table in the center of the stage with Hans, picked up what was left of Rose and rudely dragged her out the same door as he had taken Bobbi. As they left, Hans walked down into the audience and took Anita by the arm and led her back to the stage. She had been sitting with the man who had subjected her to that electrical torture and then raped her. Now she was being led to the table center stage but that table was turning into something much more sinister. The table had been covered with a white linen cloth on which candles and other articles were being carefully placed, changing the whole thing into some sort of altar. Several men wearing vestments took Anita from Hans, gagged her and put long leather hose on her legs along with a heavy leather collar and leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. The robed men then picked her up and carried her in a procession to the altar, carefully placing her in the middle and hooking her wrists, ankles and neck to large eyes in the top of the altar. Something which appeared to be a small egg was inserted into her vagina and since it had a remote control with it, I guessed that it must have been some sort of stimulator. Following that one of the men started to write and draw weird symbols on her torso while another placed a strangely shaped bowl between her legs. This bowl was silver and had several long things coming out of it, kind of like fingers. The middle one of these fingers was much longer and shaped like a long narrow trough. The man who was placing this thing on the altar carefully inserted that finger channel into her vagina and soon it began to collect Anita's vaginal secretions into the bowl. I didn't witness any more of Anita's torture because Hans then showed up at my cell and I was escorted out of the theatre through the stage door. We went down several hallways finally arriving at a sort of storage warehouse with large wooden beams running across the ceiling. I saw some other women who appeared to be passed out on the floor, laying along the wall, but the lighting wasn't very good and I couldn't tell who they were at first. On the other side of the room Mr. Todd, Doug and Carlos were sitting around on the floor and working on some kind of a machine about the size of a suitcase. Finally, as my eyes adapted to the dark room, I recognized the women as Bobbi and Rose. Hans brought me over to the three men and Mr. Todd, without looking up, told him to hook me to the wall over by the other women. There was a large ring on the wall and so Hans untied the ropes which were still holding my hands behind me and retied them to the ring above my head, leaving me enough rope to sit against the wall facing the men working on the machine. The machine consisted of a small electric motor, a tank, and some gauges and things that I didn't recognize. They continued to work on it without paying me any attention for several minutes after Hans left the room until Doug looked up at me and said to Mr. Todd, "You got enough left to prep that one?" He looked up at me and replied, "Oh yeah. We've got plenty. Let Carlos do it this time. He liked that one ever since he saw her on the plane." He then pulled one of the boxes over to himself and opened it, taking out a needle like they had earlier used on Rose along with a small serum bottle. He filled the needle and once he was finished he handed it to Carlos. "Here you go boy. Do this one just like we did the other ones." Carlos looked at me and then at the needle and didn't move a muscle, standing still as if he was afraid to take the thing over to me. "See Doug?" Mr. Todd went on, "I told you he liked her. Come on boy, she won't bite you." He gave Carlos a big push causing him stumble across the room, falling to his knees and catching his balance as he bumped into me. The other two men thought that was hilarious and started laughing as they got up from their work on the machine and walked to the door. As they left the room, Doug turned to say, "Prep her up like we did to the others, Carlos, then come down to the casino. Oh yeah," he added, "put your shirt back on." Carlos, who for some reason had been only wearing a pair of sweat pants, nodded his head yes and they left. Turning back to me, Carlos set down the needle and began to very carefully undo the rope harness which I was still all wrapped up in. He was extremely gentle and compared to the unthinkable amount of offensive torment I had suffered that day, his delicate treatment seemed so incredibly out of place. Actually, he was more than gentle, I think he was genuinely concerned that he not hurt me as he worked at the knots and I began to think that Carlos wasn't really one of the other men but he was more like another one of their victims. Once he was finished, he just squatted down in front of me so that we were both sort of sitting, facing each other, and stared at my body like he had done on the plane. Then, very slowly, he put his hands on my knees and spread my legs apart while he surveyed my body, his gaze finally resting on my pussy. We just sat that way for several minutes until his eyes moved up to mine and he smiled at me. Somehow at that moment, I truly believed that he might actually care about me and I was about to say something when he told me what he was going to have to do. "I have to give you a shot" he started, speaking very quietly. "I don't really want to hurt you, but I have to do what I have to do. You're the only girl I've ever met that . . ." His voice trailed off and he picked up the syringe. He placed his hand on my pussy and running his finger inside, spread open my lips. I know it sounds strange with everything else that had been done to me but I suddenly felt really embarrassed to have him doing that to me and I laid back and covered my face. "I'm sorry," he said and at that same moment I felt the needle penetrate the lip of my pussy and the serum empty into my pubic area. Just as I was about to ask him what he had injected me with, he rolled me over onto my tummy. Somehow I simply resigned myself to comply with whatever he wanted me to do. "Get up," he gently ordered me and I began to get up. I got as far as being on my hands and knees when he said, "Okay, stop there." I felt him begin to caress my pussy, running his hand across and then between my lips and I could tell from his breathing that he was clearly getting turned on. His finger eventually worked its way to my vaginal opening and he slowly pressed it up into me. The feeling down there had by now been fully restored and his manipulation only served to reawaken the injuries which I had suffered earlier. I gasped as a shot of pain leaped across my lower abdomen and I suppose he interpreted my reaction as arousal and consent to his further probing my wounded sexual organs. I whispered, "Please," but he either didn't hear or misinterpreted that too, and with his other hand he dropped his pants. Grabbing my hips with both of his hands, he guided his fully erect penis to my opening and then pressed it inside of me. It wasn't the thing's size that made it really hurt since it wasn't really all that big, but since I had been pretty badly torn up down there, anything rubbing against that raw tissue didn't feel very good. However, since he was being so careful and tender with me, I must honestly say that I almost didn't really mind. Anyway, as he continued to work his penis in and out of me, I soon enough produced a sufficient amount of my own natural lubrication to pretty much dull the pain. The other thing that started happening as he began to rape me was that I began to get really dizzy just as he was becoming more impassioned. I guessed it to be the result of the injection and fought to stay conscious when all at once I began to feel incredibly chilled and then I must have just passed out. When I woke up, Carlos was gone and I never saw him again. Before he left me, he must have cleaned me up and then he must have applied some kind of medication cream to my genitals which had the effect of greatly lessening the soreness down there. I didn't really wake up very fast but sort of drifted in and out of consciousness for several minutes. Anita was laying next to me but still asleep since I figured that she had probably had received her injection after me. Bobbi and Rose were already awake and were standing several feet away with their arms behind them, their wrists pulled up to a beam on the ceiling. I didn't see Mr. Todd but the machine he had been working on had been all put back together again. I still didn't know what I was doing there, although the aching discomfort in my swollen breasts should have been a clue. My senses began to return just as Mr. Todd and another boy, a little older than me and who I had not seen before came into the place we were in. They immediately walked over to check on me and Anita and finding me awake, lifted me up to my feet and walked me over to where Bobbi and Rose were already handcuffed to the ceiling. Just then Anita groaned and Mr. Todd left the boy alone to hook me to the ceiling while he went over to get Anita. She vomited when she woke up and it took him some time to clean it off of her and off the floor before he got back. In the mean time the boy had put my wrists in large leather handcuffs behind my back and then attached the handcuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He then pulled me up so, like Bobbi and Rose, I was almost off my feet. It really hurt my shoulders and arms to stand like that but when Mr. Todd returned with Anita he told him to redo the handcuffs and put my hands in front of me. Then he lowered me down so that I was kneeling on the rough wooden floor, my torso parallel to it held up by my arms. He then hooked my ankles to large rings on the floor so that I was pretty much immobile. The others were brought over to join me and eventually they had us all together, side by side on our knees, lined up in a row. Bobbi was first, then Rose, me and then Anita. Probably because Anita was on the end where the machine was, Mr. Todd decided to start with her. As he began to uncoil the rubber hoses attached to the machine, it all suddenly became clear to me just what was going on. Maybe because Rose was the only one of us who really knew what to expect, she started to cry. I didn't. Maybe because by that time I had figured that they had already done almost everything they could possibly do to humiliate and degrade me as a human being and a woman so that I decided that there was no way that I was going to give them the satisfaction of making me cry. "Shut up bitch," Mr. Todd yelled at her. Rose just sobbed more quietly but you could tell that she had already lost any connection with what was happening to her. "Okay now, Gene" he said turning to the boy and lifting the hoses up in his hands, "This end goes to the machine and this end goes over the tit." Unlike the one I had seen in the theatre, the "tit" end on this machine was a hard shell thing shaped like a big bra cup and once the boy had it hooked to the machine, ominous pulsing air sounds started coming out of it. Anita, who was right beside me, was shivering, scared to death by that time as she watched the two men with anxious trepidation while they prepared the machine. Rose's crying had quieted down by that point but we all were sharing in Anita's anxiety as Mr. Todd strung the hoses over to her. Then, taking the cups one at a time, he stuck them up against her breasts allowing the vacuum inside the things to securely clamp them tightly to her chest. Screaming and shaking her torso, Anita tried to get away from the things but her struggle was futile and after Mr. Todd whacked her on the butt a few times she just seemed to just resign herself to their torment. Finally, she became quiet and just closed her eyes as the sadistic machine continued to dutifully pump the milk out of her breasts. "Too bad we only have one of those," the boy, Gene, remarked watching the thing work at her. "Shit," Mr. Todd answered him, "You don't need to have those things at all if you know what you're doing." Then turning toward me he added, "You can milk them by hand if you want to." Gene seemed to immediately get his message and stepped over to me, "You mean do it by hand? Here, let me try." He picked up a large plastic bowl and then walked over and stood behind me. He reached down and put the bowl underneath my chest and then grabbed my left breast, clenching it in his hand and making me scream in response. He continued by yanking on it as if he were trying to pull my breast right off of me and as swollen and tender as it was, all he managed to do was to really, really hurt me. Mr. Todd began laughing at my reaction to this persecution, "Here, let me show you how it's done." He walked over and crouched down in front of me and reached up and cupped my right breast in his hand. "Now watch this." Rather than wrenching on it, he grasped my breast near the nipple and lifted up, softly squeezing the areola. As he squeezed, several streams of thick white fluid shot out of the little openings in my nipple into the bowl. I don't know how to explain it. It was such a collage of sensations I really don't know how to articulate the feelings I was experiencing. On the one hand it was such a wave of relief as the still building pressure in my chest was suddenly eased. At the same time the fluid gushing though the tiny openings in my nipple both burned and felt like someone was puncturing me with needles. Besides that, it seemed like the fluids coming out of them originated from somewhere deep inside of me, like my breast was somehow connected with my reproductive system. He continued to milk me and the boy started to work on my left breast until it too finally began to yield my milk into the bowl. Actually, as Mr. Todd explained to the boy, it was something called colostrum. "In the first forty-eight hours after birth, a mother produces a very special, pre-milk breast fluid called colostrum. It contains numerous substances which protect infants from infections and other diseases. As we age we produce less immune and growth factors that are needed to heal tissue damage and to fight disease. Colostrum can provide many of these important factors and at a price which can yield lucrative business opportunities." He continued to ramble on about how he was going to make a lot of money by "harvesting" breast milk from young women and how he was going to invent a better milking machine than the one he had hooked to Anita. He claimed it was already better than the one the three men had Rose hooked to since they only drew about a cup of milk from her and already Anita had produced about a quart. I was amazed at how much I milk from they had gotten from me as I filled up the bowl they had set under me. It had to have been at least a quart. Finally my output began to taper off and both Mr. Todd and Gene stopped working on my sore breasts. Even after they stopped pulling on them, they still hurt for a long time although the internal pressure in my chest had subsided. Mr. Todd remarked how he could still out milk the machine as he poured all the milk together into a large metal container and gave it to the boy to take back to a kitchen somewhere. Gene had just started to leave when he stopped and asked, "Say Therald, which one of these is the Don's daughter?" Without looking up from the sink where he was cleaning the bowl and milking machine he answered, "That little redhead over there." The boy stopped, "Oh yeah. Now I remember." He slowly walked back over to Rose, slapping her on the rear, "So you're the Don's daughter huh? You know I'm the one who drove you off the road and shot your brother. That son of a bitch took all my suppliers away from me. It seems like putting clothes on your little ass cost me a lot of money." He picked up the milk and started to leave but then turned around and added, "Well honey, betcha you always figured that TV commercial where they ask if you 'got milk' didn't mean this kind of thing did you? Well now it's payback time. I'll be back with the video camera. Daddy's going to want to see this one." "Just as long as I'm not in any part of your little movie," Mr. Todd added as Gene left shaking his head. He took the machine over to where Bobbi was, quickly hooked it up and without pausing turned on the switch. Although Bobbi must have guessed that it was going to hurt, she screamed as the thing latched onto her breasts but then just groaned as it continued to work on her and more or less took her persecution quietly. Mr. Todd watched her for a while, adjusting things on the machine and observing its progress until I noticed that he was just standing there and staring at our naked bodies as we were all lined up in a row in front of him. The growing bulge in the crotch of his pants told me what he was thinking and soon he reached down and undid his belt in order to release his anxiously rigid erection. He quietly stepped behind Bobbi, but I knew she didn't realize what was happening until she felt the thing nudging at her pussy. Just as she looked up to see where he was, he grabbed her hips and quickly his swollen organ disappeared inside her body. A harrowing wail came out of her mouth and I looked away, closing my eyes so that I wouldn't have to witness her tortuous rape. The problem was that I could still hear her as she moaned in time with each of his strokes. Luckily, I guess, it didn't last very long before he started grunting and coming inside her. By the time I looked up he was withdrawing his flaccid organ from her and then he put his pants back on and started cleaning up the area as if nothing had happened. Gene then returned with another boy and they talked with Mr. Todd for a while across the room where I couldn't hear them but after a few minutes they walked over to Rose. The other boy decided, "we're going to need a little more room here," so the two of them reached down and undid the ankle clamps on Anita and me, and then kind of pushed us out of the way. "Okay Ron," Gene then said, "Start the tape." The other boy, Ron, put the camera to his eye and pointed it at Gene as he started to talk. "Well we're now in another part of the operation and look who we have here. Why, it's the little red haired girl with her little friends!" He unzipped his pants, taking out his rapidly hardening penis and while he stroked it he continued, "Do you recognize her from this angle? I do, and I'm going to do to her just what you did to my brother." Stepping behind her he leaned over and quickly buried his erection into her vagina making Rose screech in response. As he laughed and began to stroke in and out of her, Rose couldn't help herself and began to cry. "Hey, bitch. What the hell are you crying about?" he barked sarcastically. You want something to cry about lets just show daddy where that milk sample came from." He reached down and wrapped his hand around her left breast. Rose screamed again as he clenched down on her tender glands causing several thin streams of milk to spirt out of her nipple onto the floor. "Hey get a shot of this," he remarked to Ron. "She's got some left." Ron moved into position and he repeated his grip on her, this time even harder, with similar results. Rose unsuccessfully wriggled to get away from him but they just kept milking her until Gene decided that was enough and pulled out of her. He reached down to the floor and undid one of her ankles so that he could spread her legs apart better and then the reinserted his penis into her again. This time his rape became even more violent as he continued to viciously pound in and out of her body. Meanwhile Ron had put his camera down on the floor next to Bobbi, still running and pointing at us and then stepped over on the other side of me. He opened his pants and very soon was raping Anita who tried to resist him at first but eventually became more resigned to the impossible situation we were all in. "Boy, this one's ripe," he remarked as he continued thrusting himself into Anita's young body, "That milking must really get them turned on." I just closed my eyes and tried not to hear the horrible things taking place on both sides of me but of course that wasn't really possible. It wasn't too long before both of them climaxed, right about the same time, adding their male grunting to Rose's and Anita's moaning and the rhythmical sobs from Bobbi who was still being milked by their sadistic machine. After the boys were finally satisfied, they paused to put their clothes back on and turned off the camera, commenting to one another "how good it was for them" while Rose and Anita both continued to quietly cry. Mr. Todd, who had been monitoring Bobbi, decided about that time that she had produced enough milk and so turned the machine off and began moving it over to Rose. Gene and Ron helped him by dragging the hoses over to her while Mr. Todd rinsed out the cups and milk tank and then Ron got set with his video recorder for the next ordeal. "Okay daddy," Gene continued to taunt, "Your little girl was given a double dose of our milk stimulant formula since it's now her second time today, so now she's all ready for us to extract our second harvest from her." As Gene placed the milking cups on her breasts, Rose winced from the stinging pain. "It's good to know we found some use for her, daddy," he continued, "But you know, the longer you take to get that ransom to us the longer your little girl is just going to have be expected to pay for her room and board around here." Ron ran out of videotape shortly after that and so left to get more. Gene, meanwhile, continued to torture Rose, sticking his fingers into her vagina or her anus and then making her lick them clean before doing it again. Mr. Todd finished cleaning up and had put Bobbi's milk into another container which he decided to take to the kitchen wherever that was. Before he left, Gene agreed to keep an eye on things. Apparently I was one of those things. Since I was right next to Rose he began to torment me like he was doing to her and in no time I seemed to have his full attention. "You know," he started, "I don't know who you are but you haven't been fucked yet have you? I'll bet you feel all left out don't you?" He had already started undoing his belt leaving no doubt in my mind what was coming next. With his penis obviously growing in his pants, he undid my wrists from the chain hanging off the ceiling and then handcuffed them again behind my back. Since I was loose now, he put a collar around my neck, "So I can keep track of you," as he said, which had a short chain attached to it. He had planned at first on taking me back to his room but then remembered that he was supposed to wait for Mr. Todd and so decided to rape me right there. He quickly dropped his pants and I immediately felt his erection poking into the crack of my pussy. Wasting no time, he grasped my handcuffs and the chain attached to the collar around my neck and literally pulled me back into him. Once again I had a penis forcefully driven through my vaginal opening, filling my lower body with an obscene alien male presence. I know it sounds funny to say so, but it seemed like my body was actually beginning to get used to being raped by that point. I had just lost count of the number of times it had been done to me that day and more or less just decided that I would just wait for him to come in me so that he would leave me alone. He started gyrating his hips, sliding his member in and out of me, and his accentuated vicious thrusting began to reopen the barely healed wounds down there causing spikes of pain whenever he would bury himself into me. I began to quietly cry as he continued to stroke in and out of my raw opening and his assault steadily grew in intensity until it abruptly stopped. I thought it strange because although my sexual experience was really less than a single day, it didn't feel like he had climaxed as yet and I didn't feel his cold ejaculation of semen leaking out of my vagina. But then, looking around I saw a young woman holding a knife to his throat. Gene slowly let go of me and his penis quickly softened and shrunk in size until it just literally fell out of me. The young woman was nude and I assumed that she had been one of the women who had been sold in the theatre although I didn't really remember seeing her there. She introduced herself as Constance and told Gene that the girl in the door with the gun was Sophia. No sooner had she done that, than Gene suddenly tried to get away from her but all she did was to run the knife across Gene's throat in one swift movement and let go of him. He clutched at his throat and staggered, staring at her as he collapsed to the floor, still holding his neck wile huge quantities of blood gushed out of it. Very soon he was unconscious. Looking over to the door, Sophia, was standing in it with a shotgun. Both she and Constance were about my age and size and totally nude. Constance asked if one of us was named Rose and when Rose identified herself we found out that her brother had organized an invasion of the place in order to save her and the rest of us. I heard some gunshots and Sophia quickly left while Constance stayed long enough to undo our chains before leaving as well. She told us to stay where we were and she would be back. Even though I wanted to go with her, I was just too exhausted. Actually we were all exhausted, partly from the lactation drugs which they had given us but also from being brutally raped over and over again. I just laid there with the others too fatigued to even move until Constance finally returned. She gave me her knife and told us that we had to get out of the hotel because they were going to torch the place and we had to get ourselves over to the airport. I honestly didn't know if I could walk that far in my condition and I know the others were probably thinking the same thing, but I also knew that we had to do it, so the four of us made our way out of the hotel, helping one another as best we could and headed over to the airport runway. Walking was not easy for any of us and looking back on it, we must have looked like naked escapees from an old folks home. We did finally get there and waited what seemed like a long time before a plane appeared in the sky and landed. It was piloted by one of Rose's cousins and he immediately gave us some blankets to wear and then wasted no time in flying us out of there. I don't have any idea whether or not they managed to burn that place down but know that we and all the other women got out of there safely. Several of the male guests didn't make it including some Iraqi general who must have been in the audience that night, but apparently Doug, Carlos, and Mr. Todd all managed to escape. David managed to make it out of there too. He's still in school on the west coast and we have stayed in touch through e-mail and on the phone. He has left his family and is living on his own and plans on coming up to Chicago for the summer to be closer to me. Finally, I don't have any idea what happened to those videotapes. I have put aside my homework late at night several times and have done a search for it on all the anime Internet sites I can find, thinking that someday it will show up somewhere. One thing for sure is that I am no longer interested in an entertainment career or in going anywhere for spring break.