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.