Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: Dreams
Summary: This is the story of the daughter of the
narrator in the eleventh story who is also the mother
of the narrator of the first one. The narrator is
abducted and then is forced to endure a series of
rapes as a part of her training process toward
becoming a subservient prostitute. During her
training she experiences a series of unreal erotic
dreams which parallel the horrible reality of her
waking world.
Keywords: M+F nc rape Mdom bd sad violent tort 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.
DREAMS
It was a Tuesday, the 12th of May, 1964. I remember it like it was
yesterday. It was the day that everything in my life became turned
upside down.
Toward the end of my junior year in high school I had earned the
opportunity to spend my senior year in Europe and it promised to be
a dream of a lifetime. Although we lived on the west coast of
Florida, my mom was originally from Holland and I was going to get
to see the places where she grew up.
My mom met my dad somewhere during the Second World War and while
she never told me much about what had happened to her during the
war, she had eventually ended up in London with her best friend,
who I always called Auntie Anne, and who was our next door neighbor
in Florida. She apparently had traveled around quite a bit because
my dad told me once that they had first met in Northern Africa and
Auntie Anne once said that the two of them knew each other in the
Dutch East Indies. The story my mom told me was that she and Anne
had met my dad and Uncle Lou, who was Anne's husband, while they
were soldier's on leave in England. Anyway, however it all
happened, once the war was over they all got married before moving
together to Florida to live. I was born a few years later and grew
up there.
In September of my Senior year I was part of a group sixteen
students who boarded a plane in Tampa and left first for England
and then the continent where we toured museums, libraries,
churches, and almost every old building our guide Miss Skow could
find. Miss Skow had studied in Europe and graduated from a
university in Germany and she seemed to know everything about
European history. She was a bit strict with us but there was a
side of her that none of us knew or even suspected.
We had returned to London and were all preparing to depart for home
when I got the news about my parents. It was the evening of the
twelfth of May and a large spring storm had moved through my
hometown in Florida. A tornado appeared which touched down and was
only on the ground for a few minutes but in that time it wiped out
both my home and that of Uncle Lou and Auntie Anne. They were all
at home and my parents were both killed along with Uncle Lou.
Auntie Anne ended up in critical condition and after a long stay in
the hospital she finally recovered but I never found about that for
several years. She moved to Miami where she lived with some
relatives of hers and, although I have never seen her since I left
home, we have kept in touch.
Since neither of my parents had any relatives I knew about, I
suddenly found myself without any family whatsoever, without a home
and nowhere to go. I guess Miss Skow must have also known of my
situation and on the same day that my parents were buried, she
volunteered to take me in until I figured out what it was that I
was going to do. I moved in with her, staying in the guest room in
her apartment in Tampa, and after about a week there she told me
that she had a summer job at a resort in the Carribean. She also
told me that while I was free to stay in her apartment while she
was gone, if I really wanted I could come along with her to the
Carribean. Not really wanting to be alone, I decided to go with
her.
We both packed up our things and a few days later I found myself on
a small airplane which landed on a little island somewhere out in
the Bahamas. The island had a small lake and several hills between
which the airport was located and then a tree lined road which led
from there to a wide sandy beach where the resort hotel was. This
was a large building, five stories high and, as I came to find out,
it contained far more than hotel rooms and that is where the car
that met us at the airplane immediately took us to.
Miss Skow and I got out and the driver helped us pick up our
luggage and take it through the front door of the resort into the
lobby. We put it in front of the desk and waited for a minute or
so until an older man appeared from the room behind. Apparently
Miss Skow had been working at that resort for a considerable time
before that summer because she and the man seemed to know one
another pretty well.
"Well, well Marilyn. Really nice to see you back. We've got a lot
of work lined up for you this summer. There's even three of them
waiting for you up on two west already." He then looked me over
like I was a piece of meat and added, "And look at you. You
brought one of your own."
Miss Skow looked down at me and then back at the man. "You got
room for her Lou? She's for sale."
He just laughed. Probably the scariest laugh I had ever heard, he
sounded kind of like a horse. Not taking his eyes off of me, he
walked around the counter and firmly seized me by the arm. "No
problem Mair. I'll put her up with the others. You going to join
me for dinner?" Miss Skow just nodded yes as she picked up her
purse and signaled the driver to collect her bags and follow her.
Now you have to understand that all of this happened so fast that
while I wanted to protest, I was really too stunned to say or do
anything. However, several things suddenly became clear in my mind
about what was happening to me and I began to understand just who
Miss Skow really was.
Sometime in February while we were on our European tour, we had
stopped for a week at a large medieval castle in eastern Romania.
The count who owned the castle seemed like he too had known Miss
Skow pretty well and when they began trading stories while he was
talking to us about European history with her, you could sort of
tell that they had been friends for a long time. The castle he had
was huge and we were all assigned rooms to sleep in while we were
there, some in pairs and some singles. I was lucky and got a
single.
We were all told that we were to stay in our rooms after nine
o'clock in the evening but late one night, toward the end of the
week while I was catching up on some studying, I heard some loud
voices in the hallway outside my door. They were men and women,
all speaking some other language, but it sounded like they were all
headed off to a party somewhere. Waiting until things had quieted
down again I carefully checked out the hallway and the rooms next
to mine but there didn't seem to be anyone there. So, since I was
pretty bored from studying and more than a little curious, I
decided that I would do some innocent exploring around the castle
to see what else might be happening in that place.
Walking through that huge building was like playing one of those
fantasy video games. Hallways led off of hallways in what seemed
to be a maze. Figuring I had better give up before I became
totally lost, I turned around and started back toward my room when
I heard a scream from a stairwell I was just passing by. Carefully
going down the stairs I began to hear voices again and following
them I came to an open door which led to a rather large chamber
somewhere deep in the castle.
Standing just outside the door, I slowly looked into the room and
was startled to see three young women, my age or maybe a little
older than me, totally nude with nine or ten men of various ages
and sizes. The one girl who was closest to the door was on her
knees, pulling down one of the men's pants while another man was
standing behind her with his erect penis swinging in the air.
Now I do have to admit that I was at the time pretty naive about
male genitalia. I mean that I had babysat boys before and once,
when I was eleven, did an "I'll show you mine if you show me yours"
with one of the neighbor boys who was about my same age. But this
was the first time I had ever seen an adult male naked or had ever
seen man's penis as big as either one that girl was now stroking in
her hands. Similar things seemed to be happening elsewhere in that
place which was filled with strange looking wooden and metal
things, chains hanging from the walls and ceiling along with two
large birdcages which hung from two thick wooden beams running the
length of the room.
Another of the girls had knelt down in front of a good looking man
who was wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts and after a
little while in the dim light I realized that when he turned around
that he was none other but the count himself. She too was about my
age, quite pretty with her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail
and, like the other girls in the room, totally nude except for the
sandals she had on.
She began to rub the count through his underwear with her hand and
you could see the bulge beneath his shorts begin to grow larger and
larger until she pulled down on the elastic waistband and the thing
literally popped out. It was quite rigid and the rounded almost
purple end of it poked her in the chin as it extended several
inches from the thick forest of dark curly hair covering his
crotch.
Surprised, the girl let out a little scream and then as he began to
jab the thing into her face she began to lick the end of it with
the tip of her tongue. I remember wondering to myself how it must
feel to have something as big and rigid as that thing sticking out
of my crotch or for that matter what it would feel like having
something like that possibly sticking into it.
However, after a short time the count began to groan and started to
twitch his hips. Then he got real tense and a surge of thick white
fluid sort of gushed out of the end of his penis as he came in her
mouth. The girl licked most of the stuff off the end of his
quivering organ and she kept swallowing mouthfuls of his cum while
he continued to pump the stuff onto her face.
The whole thing simply grossed me out so much that I turned around
and ran down the hallway and back up those stairs as fast as I
could, hoping that no one saw me. Once I got back to my room I
locked the door and got into bed resolving that I would never
venture out there again.
I tried to sleep but I couldn't get the image of what I had just
seen out of my mind. Finally, I decided to return to my studying,
since there was nothing else I could do anyway, and maybe if I read
something it would take my mind off of the things going on in the
basement of that castle. It worked. Shortly after I went back to
reading my English literature assignment, I soon enough fell
asleep.
I had the most vivid dreams that night, and for many nights after
that, about what I had seen in the castle that evening. The only
difference was that they mostly involved me as the subject, or
victim, of someone else's sexual deprivations.
In general these dreams started out with me in that chamber and
this mysterious guy who usually looks like the count, except he is
maybe just a little bit older than me, who walks up in front of me
and opens his pants. As soon as he does this, his hugely engorged
penis of his falls out in front of my face, bouncing off my chin,
and he orders me to suck on it.
He slowly pushes the thing at me, kind of like what I watched the
real count do to the girl with the ponytail and pretty soon he has
the whole thing shoved all the way into my throat. It feels kind
of rough, sort of like a big cucumber, and he keeps gyrating his
hips, pushing the thing in and out of my mouth until he starts to
make funny grunting sounds and I know that he's about to come.
When he finally does, my whole mouth is filled with a thick creamy
goo which sort of oozes out through my lips and drips down my chin
and then all over the front of me.
This was when I would wake up and usually the dream would leave me
kind of hot and horny which then I would have to deal with before
going back to sleep. It was a little spooky to have this recurring
dream but it wasn't all that unpleasant, at least until it went to
the next level.
It began when, after a while, I wouldn't wake up after the first
man came in my mouth but would be dragged to a nearby table where
I would be stripped and forced to have oral sex with two or three
other men while several more masturbated and squirted themselves
all over my nude body. This dream usually resulted in me getting
really moist down there and, once I woke up, it also usually meant
that I would have to clean up after myself because I generally
would find my panties soaking wet and occasionally I would even
leave wet spots on the bed sheets.
These dreams suddenly stopped when I found out about my parents but
after I moved in with Miss Skow, my dreams suddenly took on a whole
new dimension. They started out the same way with the oral sex and
the men masturbating on me but then the young version of the count
reappeared. He was fully naked this time, with his massive
erection sticking up at me out of his crotch as he slowly walked
over to the table where I was laying. The other men just sort of
backed away and he reached down and picked me up, his organ
pressing against my tummy and then as he pushed me up against the
wall and his arms moved down under my thighs, he slowly lifted me
up. When he lowered me back down, I could look down and watch his
rigid penis drag its way down across my tummy and into the crack of
my pussy. Without pausing, he stroked it a few times across my
bottom, slowly spreading apart my pussy lips and then he stopped as
the end of it began to firmly press itself against the opening to
my vagina. I had never had sex with a man before and the biggest
thing I had ever put in my vagina was a tampon so I really had no
way of knowing exactly how it would feel to be penetrated by a
man's penis but I imagined it would be pretty incredibly
overwhelming.
The count then very calmly and deliberately pressed himself into me
and I could feel my opening getting larger and larger until he had
stretched me far enough to accept him. It didn't hurt but I could
feel my hymen pop and then his bulky manhood fill my lower abdomen
as he satiated my body with his presence, pushing against my
internal organs and stretching my vaginal conduit to what must have
been its breaking point. Then he withdrew his stone hard pillar
almost all the way back out so that I was only holding the soft tip
of it inside of me. Looking down I could see small trickles of my
vaginal fluid mixed with the blood from my ruptured hymen run down
along the shaft of his penis as he paused for only a short moment
before driving it back into me again.
He would continue in this slow and methodical rhythm, his breathing
became deeper and deeper, until finally he would arch his back,
driving into me as deep as he could as he released a voluminous
load of his thick cum into my interior. His warm semen filled
every bit of me and I could feel it leaking out of my tightly
clenched opening, around his trembling penis. My body would then
respond with an explosive orgasm which originated at the head of
his penis that I still held firmly pressed against my cervix, and
which quickly flashed throughout my entire body, igniting my sexual
organs on fire as wave after wave of delightful rapture filled me
with his ecstacy.
It would also wake me up and the result was that I actually began
to sleep on a bath towel. I also began to wonder more and more
about what Miss Skow's connection with the count was and whether or
not she knew about the things that he did at that castle. It
seemed as if those questions were now all answered.
Meanwhile, the man named Lou led me from the lobby down a long
corridor stopping at a large metal door. He unlocked and opened it
revealing a circular stone staircase which led up to the next level
and to another solid looking door. The door on that floor opened
into what looked like a prison corridor with six jail cells, each
of which was arranged in such a way so that once you were in one of
them, you couldn't see the occupants of any of the other cells.
There wasn't any furniture in any of them and there were no windows
or breaks in the walls except for the bars on the one wall along
the hallway. The floors, walls and ceilings were lined with some
kind of metal, which was kept warm somehow, and in one corner there
was a shower head sticking out of the wall over a drain in the
floor and next to a toilet and a sink.
Three of the cells were already occupied by girls who all seemed to
be about my age. They were each wearing similar strange erotic
leather outfits adorned with straps and metal buttons but their
clothing did little to cover very much of their bodies,
particularly the breasts and private parts. Each of them also had
a number written with a marker on the side of her face and that was
how we were referred to whenever the men would talk to us. We, of
course, weren't even supposed to talk to one another much less the
men.
The three girls were dancers from some club in Chicago. One night
after work, one of the men who ran the club set them up with some
friends of his. When the three of them told him that there was no
way they were going to be turned into prostitutes, the man locked
them in one of the storage rooms of the club where they were all
raped by five or six guys and drugged. When they woke up, they
found themselves in this prison. They had no idea that they were
on an island in the Carribean or that there was a resort hotel
attached to their prison wing, the only thing they knew was that
they were there to be "trained" by someone who went by the name of
Mistress Marilyn.
The one they called Number Three was in the cell next to the one I
was deposited in. She was very pretty and seemed the most adjusted
to our strange situation since she had already come to the
conclusion that we would all be better off to just submit ourselves
to whatever the men were planning for us in order to survive and
get back home. The girl named Number One was much more defiant and
enraged and the one they called Number Two was mostly scared and
kind of paranoid and neither one of them talked very much. Number
Three was also the only one of them who made full use of the
cosmetics they gave us since apparently part of our training was
supposed to involve how to put on glamour makeup.
I was placed in cell number four and so that became my name. The
man named Lou left me there while he rummaged around in a closet
next to my cell and then returned with a skimpy leather costume,
kind of like the other girls were wearing.
"Here," he said throwing it at me. "Put that on and lets see how
it fits." The outfit, which was really not much more than some
leather belts and heels, landed at my feet and I just stared at it
hoping that he would leave so I could figure it out.
He only waited a few seconds before yelling at me, "Come on bitch.
Change into those clothes and make it snappy or do you want me to
come in there and do it for you?"
I looked up at him and he just continued to stare at me. Clearly
he wasn't going to leave but expected me to strip in front of him
and put on that obscene leather thing. I didn't have to think
about it for long, much preferring him to stay on the other side of
the bars which separated us, and immediately began to take off the
jumper I was wearing. That made him calm down a bit and leaning
back against the wall he just watched me as I followed with my
blouse and shoes and stockings until all I had left on was just my
bra and panties.
I paused, I guess waiting for him to turn around, but of course he
didn't. Instead he just stared at me and finally grunted, "Well.
What's your problem. You don't think its going to fit?" Then he
laughed with that strange horse laugh he had.
I started to feel pretty frightened by that point and had naturally
concluded that I was going to be raped by this man as soon as I
took off my underwear. But then, I figured, what other choice did
I really have. He was a lot bigger than me and was certainly much
more than capable of forcing himself on me than I would be getting
away from him. What didn't make any sense was why he would want me
over those other girls I saw in the other cells when I came in.
They were much more mature, developed and capable of showing him a
good time than I would ever be.
Just then, as I looked up at him, he made kind of an angry sneer
like I had better do something and do it pretty soon so I decided
to undo my bra and slowly it slipped off my arms into my left hand.
I really didn't have much compared to those other girls but he just
stood there staring at my breasts for the longest time until his
eyes began to move up and down my body. He suddenly got an
incredibly evil smile on his face and motioned for me to remove my
panties as well.
Taking off my panties was something that I really didn't want to
do. I mean it was one thing for me to let him see my breasts but
I felt truly uncomfortable letting anybody see me totally naked
much less a strangely lecherous man like him and especially since
I pretty much knew what was coming next.
"No." I said very quietly trying my very best not to upset him.
"Is there any other way? I don't want to do this. Please don't
hurt me."
"Shut the fuck up and take off your damn panties," he growled,
quickly interrupting my plea. "Then get into this fucking thing so
I can get back downstairs."
"Downstairs?" I thought to myself. "Then he isn't going to do
anything to me, at least right now. Okay, so I'll do it. It
really doesn't matter if anybody sees me naked as long as I don't
get hurt or anything," I reasoned to myself.
I dropped my bra to the floor and then pulled at the elastic waist
band on my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs until they
were below my knees. Keeping my legs tight together, I let them
drop to the floor and slowly stepped out of them.
"Very nice. Nice skin," he said almost to himself looking me up
and down then ending at my crotch. "Now put that black thing on."
He pointed at the leather outfit which crouched down next to
attempting to hide myself from him while trying to figure the thing
out. It wasn't much more than a small piece of leather with
several belt straps sewn to it in various locations along with a
pair of long leather gloves and black boots. I guessed that like
the outfits worn by the other girls, it wasn't going to cover much
but I couldn't really figure out how the whole thing was supposed
to be put on.
"What's the matter," he said beginning to laugh with his horse like
laugh. "Never seen something like that before? Let me help you
honey."
I almost peed when he unlocked the door to the cell and then walked
over to me but I don't think he particularly noticed my fear or at
least didn't seem to pay much attention to it. He took the leather
thing from me and wrapping it around my back began to cinch up the
belt buckles clamping it around my waist. I tried to help but I
was just too nervous and he ended up just moving my hands out of
the way as he continued to bind me up in what was a truly obscene
little leather outfit. He helped me put the gloves and boots on as
well, but once he finished I was pretty much just as naked as I had
been before except for my back and the straps running across my
chest which helped push my breasts out.
Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black laundry
marker which he used to write a number four on my cheek. I must
have looked as totally disoriented as I felt at that moment and he
laughed at me as he patted my butt and then walked out of the cell,
locking the door behind me. "Stay here honey. Don't go away."
Everything got quiet and I sat down on the floor of the cell and
waited, for what I had no idea.
Shortly after he left, the girl in cell number three began to talk
to talk to me, introducing herself by her real name, and that was
when I found out about her and the other two girls. Hearing about
their plight didn't do much to help my situation, but at least it
felt somewhat consoling that I wasn't alone there. I felt way too
embarrassed to tell them that I had never actually had sex before
and I suppose they must have figured that I, like them, was at
least somewhat knowledgeable of just what we might be in for.
What they were telling me confirmed my worst fears. I knew that
Miss Skow was the person they called Mistress Marilyn and from what
they had heard, the training pretty much consisted of getting raped
continuously for three of four days before they send you back to
your pimp. I began to wonder who my pimp was or where they were
planning on sending me and began to cry just as the door to the
hallway opened again and Lou and five other guys came up the
stairs. One by one he opened our cells and I could hear the men
begin raping the other girls as they made their way from cell to
cell, working their way toward me.
The girl in the first cell was apparently being gang raped by at
least two of the men and as I watched, the girl in the second was
dragged out into the corridor where one large man began pulling at
her leather costume. He was apparently trying to tear it off of
her body and worked at it for some time before giving up and taking
her right there in the middle of the hallway while the other three
men stood around and watched.
One of the three men was Lou, and he, along with the two other men,
both of whom looked like they were body builders, continued to
watch that spectacle for some time until one of them turned around
and started to open the door of the third cell. "Come on Karl. I
found you a little blonde." He walked into the cell and grabbed
the third girl, throwing her out into the hallway. She ended up on
her knees in front of Lou, who with the man who took her out of the
cell began to run his hands all over her body, exploring like
everywhere while she struggled to get away from the two of them.
The other body builder turned around and started to remove his
shirt. "Oh yeah. Just in time to try some of that new stuff you
bought for me in Miami." He had a small black case which he
unzipped and then removed from it a needle and a small vial of
something which he used to fill it with. Then, binding his arm
with a rubber cord, he waited until he found a vein and then jabbed
the needle into his arm, quickly emptying the contents into his
blood.
Putting the needle kit down he turned to the third girl. "Hold her
for me Fritz. I want to cum when this rush hits." The other man
pulled the third girl onto his lap as Karl dropped his jeans
revealing his large waiting erection. Grabbing the belts on her
high boots which wrapped around her thighs, Karl quickly pulled her
onto himself. The girl's eyes got really big as she realized what
was about to happen and then let out the loudest scream as he
mercilessly drove his hard penis up into her body. Even his friend
Fritz stepped back as Karl turned into some sort of wild animal,
raping that pretty blond girl with a frenzy that I never imagined
possible.
"Okay Fritz," Lou finally said. "Let's get you a girl of your
own."
There was no question in my mind as to who was next. I knew that
I could choose to resist him or that I could just become as inert
as possible in an effort to try to relax myself against the
inevitable, to not excite him and avoid further injury. I don't
really know why, maybe I'm just stubborn, but I decided to try to
kick him in the balls hard enough to drive them up into his throat.
Both men entered my cell and I kept backing up to get away from
them until I was up against the back wall. I sort of put one foot
up behind me and decided that as soon as the first one of them got
within range of me, I would pop my leg out and nail him. Who
knows, maybe in the confusion that would follow I might be able to
get to the door and make my escape.
Lou was the first to get close to me and I kicked at him as hard as
I could. Unfortunately, he saw me coming and twisted his body just
enough that I ended up kicking him in the hip. He did jump back,
however, but Fritz had me before I could get anywhere near the door
to the cell.
"Shit!" Lou exclaimed as he backed away from me holding his hip
where I had kicked him. "That little cunt is a wild one."
"That's it for you honey," Fritz said still holding me tightly
against him. "We're just going to have to get naked."
He started by pulling his shirt off and eventually with Lou's help,
he had removed most all his clothes and my leather outfit was back
to being a pile on the floor. I was naked and sort of kneeling in
front of him as he dropped his underwear shorts revealing a huge
dark penis, bigger than anything the other men had and it seemed to
grow even larger as he began to stroke it in his hand. Then I felt
his hand on the back of my head as he shoved my face into his
crotch.
"Lick it," he ordered. "And don't do anything stupid."
I complied and began to lick the shaft of his tense sex organ while
trying to block its salty sweaty taste out of my mind. Meanwhile,
I could now see the girl in the first cell who was still being
raped by the other two men who had gone into her cell. The second
girl was left laying limp on the floor after the large man who had
finished with her walked into her cell to take a pee and Lou, who
by this time had recovered, picked her up and dragged her over next
to me where he made her do what I was doing.
She looked exhausted but put her hand on mine as if to tell me that
we were in this together and she understood what I was feeling. I
couldn't help but notice that she was bleeding a bit from the
brutality she had been subjected to and, mixed with the man's cum,
there was a sort of thick pinkish flow which slowly seeped out of
her reddened pussy.
Together, we licked the shaft of that thing until Fritz suddenly
announced, "Okay, that's enough." His hand dropped down onto the
second girl's head. "Lou. Why don't you take the brunette and
I'll fuck this one here. You done with her Sam?"
The large man who had just returned agreed, "Sure, go ahead. She's
all yours. I'll just sit this one out." He then sat down by the
door to the second cell. "Boy that's enough exercise for me for
one day."
Lou started to take his shirt off and began to slowly look me over.
"You don't want her? I think she's kind of cute."
"Shit, I don't want to fuck her, she's just a kid," Fritz replied
as he pushed the second girl back down onto the floor again and
started spreading her legs apart. "I'd just tear her little bottom
wide open. Besides, didn't Mistress Marilyn tell you to make sure
that one got reamed?"
"Oh god," I thought to myself. "Why did I know that Miss Skow was
somehow behind all of this."
I was actually more than a little grateful that Fritz wasn't going
to rape me although I could read the anxiety in the second girls's
eyes as she watched his giant penis wave around above her. The
thing must have been at least a foot long but when Lou finally
dropped his pants and underwear, what he had wasn't that much
smaller. Fritz laughed out loud what we were all probably
thinking, "Not so bad for an old man there Lou."
Clearly, Lou's penis wasn't as long as Fritz's but it was
definitely bigger in diameter and I couldn't imagine how something
that swollen was going to fit into me. I remembered what Miss
Crandall had said in our physical education class that if the
vagina can stretch to pass a baby's head, it can easily accommodate
any man's penis. Just the same, it wasn't Miss Crandall's vagina
that was going to have that thing I was looking at in front of me
jammed into it within the next minute or so.
"Okay honey," Lou said turning to me. "Consider this a payback for
trying to kick me in the balls."
He walked over to me and reached down and picked me up, his organ
poking against my tummy and then as he pushed me up against the
wall and his arms moved down under my thighs he slowly lifted me
up. When he lowered me back down I looked down and watched his
rigid penis drag its way down across my tummy and into the crack of
my pussy. Without pausing, he stroked it a few times across my
bottom, slowly spreading apart my pussy lips and then he stopped as
the end of it began to firmly press itself against my vaginal
opening.
That was when I suddenly realized that I was living my recurring
nightmare. Did that mean that my bizarre dreams were somehow
predictions of the future?
Lou looked me right in the eyes as he calmly and deliberately
pressed himself into me. At first there was just a lot of pressure
down there and it seemed like there was no way he would be able to
enter me, the head of his penis being way to large. Then, quite
suddenly, my opening gave way as the top of his rigid organ forced
its way up into my body. Unlike my dream, I didn't feel my hymen
pop but instead I was startled by the most intense flash of pain I
have ever felt which traveled all the way up my back. I screamed
both from the surprise and from the fear that he really had torn me
wide open down there.
Dealing with the stinging flashes of pain, I began panting as he
squirmed from side to side and kept pressing himself deeper and
deeper into me until I could feel his manhood pushing up against my
internal organs, filling the most intimate part of my being. I
didn't know that thing could be so thick, inflexible and hard. It
was kind of as if I had been impaled on some sort log or something.
He held it there for a short time and then slowly pulled it back
out until I was only holding the end of it inside my pussy. The
shaft of flesh, now moistened with my vaginal fluids and a
considerable amount of blood, looked even more grotesque and
dreadful than it had before. My vaginal opening was all distended
and firmly clamped around the thing where it entered my body,
having taken on a deep bluish red color and looking like it was
about to split apart. He then began driving it back up into me
again.
While that thing grinding in and out of my bottom really, really
hurt at first, somehow all that extra motion down there must have
triggered something inside me and I began to get pretty moist At
first I thought that I was bleeding but when I looked down at
myself I could tell that the fluid coming out of me was instead
becoming whiter and clearer. Actually I started getting so wet
that I thought that he had already come inside me but in spite of
the fact that I abhorred him and the unspeakable act he was
performing on me, somehow he was making my body involuntarily
respond to him.
I also began to move with him in an effort to reduce the burning
caused by his penis rubbing against my sensitive raw skin, an
action which he must have somehow interpreted as turning me on.
"Hey lookit that! She's pumpin' me! This little girl is really
pumpin' me! Shit, she's gonna just squeeze the cum right outta me
here."
About then his breathing changed and he started to grunt, pushing
himself into me as far as he could. I could feel his pubic hair
crushing against the lips of my pussy and realized that somehow I
had managed to accommodate his entire length. Then he arched his
back and groaned as he spurted a big load of his cum deep inside of
my body. He kept jerking as if he was having some sort of spasm
and then became totally relaxed. It was over. I felt so totally
dirty and contaminated both inside and out.
He held his organ inside of me for some time as he caught his
breath and I could feel it softening, allowing his seminal fluid to
leak out and run down across my pussy before dripping to the floor.
Finally he must have had enough and totally withdrew it, setting me
down on the floor right in the middle of the puddle of his cold
spent semen which even then continued to slowly leak out of my
still dilated opening. I cringed to think that the fluid he had
expelled into my vagina might right at that moment be spawning one
of his offspring deep inside my uterus but my thoughts were
interrupted by what was then happening to the other girls.
Karl had by that time drugged the other three girls as well as
himself and they were all sort of laying together on the floor of
the blond girl's cell. None of them appeared seriously hurt and
the other men had sort of gathered around them in the cell and
hallway and were talking about horse racing.
After a few minutes one of the men who had been in the number one
cell asked if it was time to get on with their tour. "Well,
there's only one place left we have to see tonight," Lou replied to
him. "We are in the process of setting up a resort night club down
the hall which can be used for demonstrations, bondage lessons and
things like that. As a matter of fact, Karl and Fritz have been
working on the facility for several months and we are planning a
big grand opening in the fall. Do any of you want a sneak
preview?"
Except for Karl, who had pretty much passed out, they all decided
to go tour the new space and as they began to get dressed again,
Fritz suggested that maybe they should take one of the girls along
to sort of try the place out. Looking at the three girls on the
floor of cell number three he remarked that all they seemed like
was "a bunch of hormones with tits" which naturally left only me to
go with them.
I was led out of the prison cell block and down a hallway which was
lined with hotel rooms, pausing at a door at the other end of the
corridor. That door led into a large open room which was obviously
still under construction. The place was going to be a night club
with several levels which Lou said were for the audience to sit at
tables, and on the other end there was a raised platform which he
said was the stage. I was, of course, led to the stage where Karl
found some rope and decided that it might be "fun" to show the men
some of the things he had already installed.
First he tied my hands behind me and then ran the same rope around
my chest sort of creating a rope harness with my breasts poking
out. The other end of the rope he ran through a pulley hanging
from the ceiling and then he pulled me up off my feet. He then
took two other ropes which he used to tie my legs up so my legs and
thighs were together, and then he pulled them up as well so that I
was totally suspended about four or five feet off the floor of the
stage.
"Now you will notice," he announced to the rest of the men, "this
little girl is in need of a good cleaning." Turning a knob on the
wall a spray of cold water gushed out of a nozzle above me and I
screamed in surprise. Actually, in spite of the fact that I would
have preferred something a little warmer, I sort of welcomed the
shower since it washed off the drying seminal fluid which by that
time had covered most all my lower body and legs. What came next
I didn't welcome at all.
After a minute or so, Karl shut off the water and hung a large
bottle from the ceiling next to me. The bottle had a long rubber
hose attached to it which he proceeded to stick up into my vagina,
giving me a douche, much to the amusement of the men who were still
watching. Then, after refilling the bottle, he decided to jab the
tip into my anus and letting the entire contents of the bottle to
flow up into my rectum. At first it was just embarrassing but very
soon I felt like I really had to relieve myself and it became
increasingly difficult to hold it all in until finally in total
humiliation I couldn't anymore. This produced an even larger
applause from the men who were watching and once Karl turned on the
shower head again, he demonstrated how the drain in the floor of
the stage worked to get rid of any kind of waste I could produce.
It was totally disgusting.
After I was all cleaned off again the men began to leave, thanking
Karl for his demonstration and Lou for the tour, until the only one
left was Lou and the big guy named Sam who had raped the girl in
the number two cell. Sam asked Lou if no one else wanted me that
he would like to take me back to his room for the night and I
breathed a sigh of relief when Lou told him that he wasn't sure
that he could do that since I was supposed to be in my cell. But
then he added that if Sam wanted me he could give him an hour or so
right there on the stage.
Lou then left and Sam carefully untied me and led me over to a work
table in the back of the room. He began to run his hands all over
me, squeezing my breasts and sticking his fingers in me, as he
began to undress and soon enough he was as naked as I was. It felt
so strange and at the same so humiliating to have some stranger
sticking his fingers up into my vagina. I suppose he wasn't as
well endowed as Karl or Lou but as he kept pawing at me his penis
seemed to sort of come to life getting bigger and bigger.
Once his erection became pretty firm he decided that I should have
oral sex with him. Pushing me down on my knees in front of him, he
grabbed the back of my head and forced his penis into my mouth,
making me gag on it until he finally let go of me. I could taste
the dried cum on it from his earlier tryst with the girl from cell
number two and that mixed with the salty taste of his sweat made me
gag on it again. Unfortunately my negative reflexive reaction to
his advances only seemed to stimulate him that much more and he
laughed every time I choked on him until he finally had enough.
Taking my hands, he lifted me up in front of him and seated me on
the work bench pushing me back on its rough surface and placing my
wrists in a pair of handcuffs wrapped around a pipe above my head.
My hands now held firmly immobile, he began to rub his wet penis up
and down between my pussy lips until he stopped with it poised
against my vaginal opening. Then he drove into me.
Even though he was smaller than Lou, with little of my natural body
fluids present after being douched and my freshly broken skin still
unhealed, it hurt about as much as it had the first time. I began
to cry as he continued to stroke in and out of me but he didn't pay
any attention and just closed his eyes and began grunting with each
pelvic thrust. His movement became steadily more intense until he
was driving my entire body up and down on the table top in time
with his motion, each drive stinging inside me until finally my
body began to somehow respond to his physical stimulation.
The pain of his assault was just beginning to become tolerable when
he decided to come inside me as he pushed himself firmly against my
body as if that extra effort would push his sperm that much deeper
inside my sex organs. He pulled himself out immediately and ended
up giving me one last squirt on my tummy before wiping his
softening penis on the inside of my thighs. It was totally
humiliating to be reduced to a cum receptacle but that seemed to be
just what I had been turned into and I looked away from him trying
not to think about the possible consequences.
He dressed without saying a word and left me alone there for about
a half hour when Lou and Karl returned and unlocked the handcuffs
and then led me back to my cell. The other girls were all sleeping
in their respective cells and Lou put me in mine, giving me a small
towel so that I could clean myself off. Karl gave me a pill of
some sort to help me sleep since he said that I "was going to have
a big day tomorrow," and then he and Lou left.
I began crying again and ended up taking a shower in an attempt to
get rid of the terrible memories of that day. All the while I was
in the shower I couldn't shake the feeling that I was still being
watched and even after I dried myself off and the lights were
turned off in my cell, it still seemed like men were out there
standing around, staring at my nakedness.
Perhaps it was the drug that Karl made me take but that night I
began to have my strange dreams again, the first of which was very
frightful. I was in the count's castle in Romania and it was a
beautiful day so I went out for a walk. Climbing a nearby hill I
came upon a large cave along the side of the road and although I
knew it was dangerous, something inside me made me want to explore
it.
Entering the cave, I immediately became lost in a labyrinth of
underground passageways and so I started to try to figure my way
back out again. As I searched I began to hear other voices in the
cave and soon came upon a little boy and girl who were picking
mushrooms. Once I realized that the little girl was me, I sort of
became her and it was me picking mushrooms with a boy named Manuel
who was one of the neighborhood kids I grew up with. I liked
Manuel a lot when I was little and actually he was the one I had
played "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" when I was eleven.
We had been hunting for mushrooms in that cave for some time and
both our bags were quite full but I had found some which were
particularly interesting. Manuel was getting bored, however, and
wanted to go home and so started to whine about how tired he was
and would I hurry up. I told him that if he wanted to go home that
bad to just go ahead without me. I was a big enough girl to take
care of myself.
Manuel did finally leave, telling me he would wait for me at the
top of the cave and I eventually found the mushrooms I was looking
for and started to follow him when out of the shadows a huge spider
appeared right in front of me. I have never liked spiders and was
especially scared of them when I was little and this one must have
been about ten feet tall. Its mouth was dripping with venom and I
knew it wasn't interested in the mushrooms I was carrying.
"What are you doing in my cave?" The spider bellowed at me. "What
are you doing with my mushrooms?"
I screamed and tried to run away but for some reason I couldn't
move.
"If you want to eat my mushrooms," he continued, "maybe I should
eat you."
I screamed again and called Manuel to come and help me and just as
the spider was about to reach me Manuel grabbed me in his arms and
pulled me out of the way.
"Run," he said as he pushed me toward the top of the cave. "Get
out of here now."
In shock, I just stared at him until he yelled at me again, "Run
away now. I'll hold this thing off until you're safe"
As I ran away the last thing I saw was Manuel holding off that huge
spider with a small walking stick, yelling at him to stay back or
he would kill him.
I don't know what ever really happened to Manuel. His family moved
away when I was in high school and I never saw him again. I guess
he was the first boy I really liked and somehow it all made sense
that he would have come to save me.
Suddenly I could run again and I ran as fast as I could until I no
longer heard Manuel or the spider. The only problem was that I
really didn't know where I was anymore. I was lost again in the
cave.
Just then I stepped across some old boards which covered up a hole
in the floor of the cave and I began to fall. It seemed like I was
falling for a long, long time before I finally hit the bottom of
what looked like some sort of dry well. I remember somebody
telling me once that if you fall in a dream and hit bottom you
would instantly wake up but I didn't. All that happened was that
I was now trapped in that well.
I began to cry, feeling incredibly alone and abandoned . When I
looked up at the top of the well it seemed so hopeless that I ever
be able to get out or that anyone would ever come to save me. I
started to yell for help and then started to scream for help but no
one came. Finally I sort of just gave up.
Just then something did happen. It happened right when I realized
that I was no longer a little girl but had returned to my own age
again. When I looked up at the top of the well I saw what looked
like the roots of a tree coming down the shaft towards me. They
quickly wrapped around my arms and legs and began to lift me up out
of the well.
At first I felt really happy that I had been saved but then I
realized that I had no clothes on and when the roots had pulled me
up out of the well there was the young count from my earlier dreams
waiting for me. He smiled as the roots spread my legs apart so
that he was looking at my genitals, staring at my nakedness. He
made a little sign and the roots turned me over and began pushing
me, bottom first, toward him.
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his fully erect penis and
motioned to the tree to bring me closer to him. It slowly and
ponderously moved me closer and closer to him until I could feel
him pressing against the lips of my pussy. He then laughed a real
evil laugh and the tree quickly shoved me right onto him.
It wasn't at all like my earlier dreams. He became incredibly
violent and degenerate in what he was doing to me as if he was some
kind of an animal. Even the tree began to poke at me and I could
feel the roots press their way into my anus while another began to
search around my spread open pussy for the opening to my urethra.
It was all so totally gross and all the while I found myself held
immobile by that horrible tree and made to bear its humiliation.
That was when I woke up.
My heart was beating a million miles an hour and I had broken out
into a sweat. The dream seemed to be so real to me that I really
didn't know where I was when I woke up. But then, of course, the
nightmare of my waking existence came back to me and I felt that
much more alone and without hope.
Even though I was still tired, I just couldn't manage to fall
asleep again and just laid on the floor of my cell until it must
have been morning. The door at the end of the hallway opened and
this time it was Miss Skow. She was wearing a blue cotton blouse
with dark leather pants and shiny black leather boots which went
all the way up to her knees which matched the shiny black wide
brimmed hat she had on her head.
Slowly walking past the other cells, she looked in at their
occupants but when she got in front of mine she stopped "So my
dear," she said softly, "I hear that you have met some of my
friends."
I just sat there, staring at the floor without responding or for
that matter not knowing what to say. A full minute must have
passed before I finally looked up and she was still standing there
staring at me. She then slowly took a key off her belt and opened
my cell. I stood up, sort backing away from her until I was
against the far wall of the cell and she stopped.
"You are really quite pretty you know. I've had my eye on you for
some time." She paused and the tone of her voice changed to
something much more threatening, "Now let me tell you something
little lady. It would really be in your best interests not to
resist me in any way. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss Skow," I quietly responded. "But why have you brought me
here? What are you going to do to me? Those men raped me last
night." Then I started to cry.
It wasn't exactly the response she was looking for so she walked
over to me and grabbed me by the chin so that I was looking up into
her face. "Let's get something straight here and now young lady.
You will address me as Mistress Marilyn and only as Mistress
Marilyn and you will only talk to me when I tell you to. Do you
understand?"
"Yes Mistress Marilyn," I quickly responded, holding back my tears.
"Good," she said and then took me by the hand and led me out of the
cell. We walked down the hall and through the door which we had
gone out the night before but instead of going to the night club
she stopped in front of one of the other hallway doors and
unlocking the door pushed me into the room ahead of her.
It was a small dark room with stone walls and a stone floor.
However, what was truly peculiar about the room was the way it was
furnished like some sort of medieval torture chamber. There were
numerous chains hanging from the ceiling and several strange
looking pieces of torture equipment, only some of which I could
figure out how a person would fit onto it much less survive.
Needless to say, the place scared me to death.
"Do you like it?" Miss Skow asked as she entered the room behind
me. "It's brand new. Karl finished the place up just this past
spring while we were in Europe. He should be along in a minute and
we'll try some of this stuff out together."
She walked over to the middle of the room and motioned for me to
join her. "Come here my little slave." I walked over to her and
she pulled a red dog collar out of the bag she was carrying. "This
is for you, little bitch," she said as she put the collar around my
neck. "Just don't forget what you are." She quickly finished with
it and then patted the table top in front of me. "Now spread your
legs apart, bend over at the waist and put your hands right here."
I didn't really know what she was up to but out of fear of what she
might do to me, I did exactly as she said. She gently put one hand
on my back and with the other one, began to slap me really hard on
my rear.
"This should help warm you up a bit my dear," she laughed as she
whacked me again and again. Actually she didn't exactly spank me
but would slap me really hard and then rub my skin as if to rub the
sting into me. Her hand slowly began to rub closer and closer to
my pussy until that became largely the center of her attention. It
was one thing to be sexually assaulted by complete strangers but it
seemed all so incredibly humiliating to be naked and put through
this kind of lewd torture by someone who I had known and trusted.
After what seemed like forever she stopped. "Come here," she then
commanded as she walked over in front of me by the table I was
still leaning on. Slowly, I straightened myself up. My butt was
burning and it made it more than a little difficult to walk over to
her and she smiled as I did so. "Get up on the table," she
ordered. "Sit right here." She had become very authoritarian and
making a fist, struck the table top where she wanted me to sit.
I slowly and carefully climbed up on the table and tried to sit
where she had told me to. Of course, sitting wasn't all that easy
and I sort of ended up squatting there while Miss Skow walked over
to a large display of bondage equipment and picked up some leather
chains and handcuffs which she returned to me with. She really
didn't even look at me as she bound my hands and feet together but
sort of smiled to herself as she cinched up the straps and fastened
the buckles.
Once she finished I was pretty much helpless and could only watch
her as she went back over to the display of implements and picked
up a long rubber purple dildo. This particular thing was pretty
menacing with big bumps all over it for extra stimulation. Being
all bound up in chains and considering the position I was in, my
pussy was quite visible and exposed for her to assault.
I suppose its somewhat ironic, but considering that Miss Skow was
a woman and so must have had some understanding of how sensitive I
might be down there, she was far more vicious than any of the men
as she jabbed that thing into me. If she was trying to torture me,
she was definitely succeeding by scraping and stretching my vaginal
opening and causing me pain like I had never felt before. Although
I really tried not to, I screamed and squirmed in an attempt to get
away from her but she just grabbed my leg and worked that thing in
and out of me even harder, wrestling it around in my opening as if
she was really trying to tear me open. She well might have except
right about that time Karl showed up.
"Hey, Mistress Marilyn," he called out as he came in to the room.
He walked over and watched her digging into my vagina before
turning to her and asking, "What you doing there? You lose your
keys in there or something?"
It wasn't particularly funny to me but it did make Miss Skow stop
and pull the thing out of me. She turned to Karl and as if I
wasn't there commented, "Well I just can't seem to get much juice
out of this one. Maybe we should try the horse."
I had no idea what they were talking about but she then took the
chains and leather handcuffs off of me and lifted me down off the
table. It wasn't easy to walk but I followed her as she led me
over to this sort of prism shaped thing in one corner of the room.
It was about three feet long and sat about four feet off the floor
in such a way that one of the sharp edges of the prism ran like the
peak of a roof along the top.
"Okay now little slave," Miss Skow said turning to me. "Time to
get on the horse."
She put her hand under my thigh and lifted me up onto the thing so
that I had one leg on either side of it. I was able to take some
of my weight on my hands but slowly and unavoidably the edge of the
top began to dig deeper and deeper into my crotch. By wiggling
myself to one side I was able to keep the thing out of my crack but
it was still pretty uncomfortable.
"Now my dear," Miss Skow said as she walked up behind me. "That's
not how you do it. You've got to get more centered on this device
so that it digs into your little pussy." She put her hand under my
leg and lifted me up, setting me back down again with the top edge
cutting into me. I squirmed to keep it from smashing my clitoris
which must have prompted Miss Skow to spread my lips open to help
it grind into me even deeper.
"Now look here Karl," she said turning to him. "See how clean this
little cunt hole is now? And look how open it still is. Why I
think it might need a little filling." I could tell that Karl was
becoming noticeably excited. "Now for all your help, dear, I'm
going to give you this little Number Four here to train. You just
keep her tonight and bring her back in the morning. I've got to
get to work on the others. There's always more coming in you know.
Seems like it never ends. I'll be back in a few minutes if you're
still here."
"Thanks Mistress Marilyn," he replied. "I'll take her up to my
room." Miss Skow picked up her things and left and Karl explored
around my genitals for a while and then began to take his clothes
off. It was pretty clear what he was going to do next.
Maybe it was something in the water on that island or maybe it was
just that they got a lot of sexual exercise, but all the men there
seemed to be unusually largely endowed. Karl was no exception and
was already very much erect by the time he peeled off his
underwear.
He came up behind me and lifted me right up off of the horse, sort
of lowering me right down onto himself as he crouched down onto the
floor. Following all the reaming out that Miss Skow had done to
me, his penis entered my vagina without much trouble and soon
enough I could feel the entire bulk of it filling my lower abdomen.
However, the dildo and horse thing had rubbed me raw down there and
his continued stroking in and out only served to overwhelm my
sexual organs with an abundance of sharp stinging pains while he
took his pleasure from my small body.
Luckily it didn't take him very long and within a minute or so he
was grunting and trembling as he came inside of me. Once he pulled
his shrinking organ out of my body I was greeted to a flood of his
seminal fluid draining out of my sore vaginal opening and slowly
running down the inside of my legs while I laid beneath him on the
cold stone floor.
He had, meanwhile, gotten up and put most of his clothes back on
and then he picked up the handcuffs and chains which Miss Skow had
me wearing earlier and decided to put them back on to me again.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, he decided to hook a short chain to
my collar and began to lead me like a dog or something on my hands
and knees out of the torture chamber and into the hallway.
I probably couldn't have walked anyway but even just crawling
became very difficult as we proceeded down the hallway of the hotel
to the elevator. Once we got there, we went to another floor of
the hotel and back into another hallway. My progress didn't
improve much and it really didn't help that he kept slapping at my
swollen pussy lips as he walked along behind me.
Finally we arrived at his room and went inside. It was nothing
special and really neither was the rest of that day. I was raped
several times throughout the afternoon and into the evening but in
between those periods of wretched humiliation was pretty much left
to myself. It was a Saturday and so he spent most of the time
watching soccer games on the television while he waited for his
sexual appetite to return before doing it to me again. Finally,
after he had raped me so violently that I started to bleed, he told
me that he had enough and took me into his bathroom where he
instructed me to clean myself off while he went to find some
dinner.
I hadn't thought about eating, although I hadn't done so since the
morning of the day before, and after all that had happened to me
didn't really even know if I was hungry or not. Anyway, he left
and I began to clean myself off, carefully washing my genitals and
getting rid of all of the male excretion I seemed to be just
covered with. I took my time, since it seemed that the more I
tried to wash myself, I just couldn't get clean enough. Of course
since I didn't have anyplace to go there really wasn't any reason
to hurry and, to be honest, cleaning myself off was the only thing
that I had been allowed to do that entire day which actually felt
good.
I was still bathing when Karl came back and he stood in the doorway
of the bathroom for some time watching me. He had obviously been
drinking and while he stood there for the longest time, he didn't
say a word so I just tried to ignore him. Then he disappeared and
I thought that he was going back out again but after a few minutes
he returned to the door stark naked.
"Honey," he said looking at me with an incredibly vulgar look on
his face and his huge erection swinging in the air in front of him.
"You've got me all turned on now. What are you going to do about
that?"
I stopped and stared at him as he slowly walked into the room and
stood behind me. He reached down and grabbed me by the hips,
lifting me up off the stool I was sitting on and then he kicked it
out from beneath me. I could feel his rigid penis poking at my
tummy and when I looked down I watched him as he drew his hips back
letting it slide down along the front of me until it was splitting
apart the lips of my pussy. He pretty well knew his way around
down there and sensed right when he was in position to penetrate
me.
While I had of course felt myself being violated several times
already, this was the first time I was able to watch a man doing it
to me. It actually didn't hurt as much as it had before when his
penis pressed against me and my body yielded to it as it just sort
of disappeared up inside. I could feel its stiffness pressing
against my internal organs while his testes bobbed back and forth,
dangling down under his crotch, and then watched his hard shaft as
he drew it out of me again.
Since I was no longer concerned about being made pregnant, by this
time I figured that I either already was or would never be, I sort
of just relaxed and watched it all happen. I can't say I really
enjoyed it or anything, but it wasn't an altogether disagreeable
experience and I could feel my own body somehow responding to the
stimulus of his penis rhythmically sliding in and out of me..
This continued over and over again, his testes sort of dancing as
he stroked in and out of my body until he suddenly stiffened and
they sort of tightened up against him. He made those little
grunting noises and as he did, they pulsed in time with him and
then I began to notice little streams of wetness flowing out along
his shaft, filling his pubic hair and running down the inside of my
legs.
He pulled out of me entirely then and squeezed the remainder of
semen out of himself onto my ass cheeks and then walked out of the
bathroom telling me to get myself cleaned up. He left the room
again shortly after that and I spent at least another hour trying
to get myself clean but finally I became so tired that I just had
to quit. I cleaned up the bathroom and sat on the floor to wait
until he came back but I was so tired that I fell asleep and began
another of my bizarre dreams.
I was in a jail cell, only it wasn't lined with metal like the one
I had really been in but was more like Miss Skow's torture chamber.
It was like I was in some sort of a romantic fantasy set in
medieval times and I was dressed in a sort of warrior outfit with
a long brown cape. I looked out of the cell and it seemed like
just a dark fog but then a figure appeared. Walking up to my cell
from out of the darkness was Lou dressed up like a knight.
"Are you the knight who has come to save me?" I asked him
innocently. He just laughed with his strange horse laugh and as he
laughed he began to sort of change into a horse. Actually just his
head changed into a horse while the rest of him turned into a sort
of a bodybuilder with bulging muscles like everywhere.
"I might come," he replied. "But I think you're going to have to
save yourself."
He stood there staring at me when he was joined by Karl except it
wasn't really Karl but a skeleton wearing an army helmet and some
medieval armor. He did have Karl's voice and his sudden appearance
obviously annoyed Lou who clearly didn't want him around while he
raped me.
The two of them immediately got into an argument over what they
were going to do with me, or rather which one of them was going to
have me. Karl wanted to take me back over to the night club so
that I could be put on display again and have humiliating things
done to my body. Lou, on the other hand, told him that he wanted
to "fuck her until her nose bleeds" in order to teach me not to be
so independent and that since he saw me first, I was his. Then
they started arguing about which one of them owned me until they
almost got into a fight.
Finally Lou decided that maybe he didn't have to own me and so the
two of them agreed that Lou could have me for a couple of hours and
then Karl would have me for the rest of the night. This
arrangement stopped their arguing and Lou walked over to my cell.
It was locked so it took him a short time to break the lock open
with the long spear he was carrying and then he was in the cell
with me.
I tried to reason with him that I just wasn't his type or that he
deserved better or whatever I thought might work, but none of it
did. He reached out and grabbed me with his big hand when I tried
to get away from him but all he managed to get a hold of was my top
which he tore open. He was so much bigger than me and as I backed
up against the far wall of the cell it was pretty obvious that he
would eventually get me but then it seemed like suddenly my feet
were glued to the floor and I couldn't move anymore.
He grabbed me and threw me down on the floor of the cell pulling at
my clothes and ripping them off my body. Meanwhile Karl was
watching and cheering him on from outside the cell while he
intently watched everything going on. Not long after Lou had my
panties off, Karl had joined us in the cell sort of standing over
us while I vainly tried to get away from the two of them.
It didn't take Lou long before he had me naked and on my back in
front of him. I was still pretty much paralyzed by some unseen
force and couldn't get away from him at all. Looking down, he
laughed at me with his horse laugh as he grabbed and squeezed my
left breast. Then he opened his pants and pulled out his huge
horse sized penis.
When I was ten my family went on a vacation up to Louisville. We
had gone out to a horse farm so I could ride a horse, something I
had bugged my dad about since I could remember, and while we were
there we were watching two horses in a small pasture near the
stable. The horses were a stallion and mare and while we were
watching, the stallion got this huge erection and began to mount
the mare. I didn't understand at all what was happening. To me it
looked like the male horse was sticking that big thing into the
girl horse and it looked like he was really hurting her. While my
parents tried to describe to me what was happening and that he
really wasn't trying to harm her, the whole thing left an indelible
impression on me. The penis I saw dangling above me was roughly
the same size even though I knew I was a lot smaller than that
female horse was.
I must have looked as frightened as I felt and he began laughing at
me again as he guided that thing toward my pussy. Just like when
he raped me in real life, he didn't pause very long before he drove
it in. I could feel his penis pressing against my bottom and then,
like before, there was an intense flash of pain as he entered me
and pushed himself all the way up into my body. I knew from the
length of his erection that the tip of it would have to have gone
all the way up to my chest and it felt like my whole body was
literally filled with his presence.
Although I figured that he had probably killed me with the internal
injuries that thing must have caused, I didn't seem to be bleeding
anywhere and he began to slowly pump it in and out, grinding its
total length against my distended vaginal opening. "Once you've
had horse flesh, you'll never go back," he announced as he
continued to stroke the thing in and out and I just laid back down
waiting for it to be over.
Just then he was interrupted by a voice in the hallway outside the
cell yelling at him to stop. The three of us turned to see a
medieval knight in a full suit of armor coming through the door at
the end of the hallway. Lou and Karl just froze, Lou still inside
me, not knowing what to do until the knight was standing right
outside the cell.
Karl reached for his sword but before he even had it out of its
scabbard the knight grabbed him by the neck and crushed his skull
against the stone wall. Lou quickly pulled out of me and lunged
for his spear but the knight had already drawn his sword and cut
him in half, his body sprawling out into the hallway.
In spite of the brutality of my rescue, I was suddenly filled with
a peacefulness that everything was going to be all right. It was
funny but when he took off his helmet I didn't recognize him all
but I remember that he was very strong and had dark blonde hair
with deep blue eyes.
He crouched down next to me, softly asking me if I was all right
and I nodded my head and smiled at him. My knight had finally come
to save me and somehow I knew that I was safe and that he wouldn't
hurt me and that we were going live happily ever after. The knight
then picked me up in his arms and as I drifted into unconsciousness
he carried me out of that place forever. That was when I woke up
and returned to the horror of my real life.
I was still exhausted and laid on the floor in the bathroom
thinking about the knight who would never really come to save me
until Karl finally returned. "Well it seems like you're mine for
the time being. Mistress Marilyn's lover showed up so you're gonna
have to stay here for the night." He put my leather handcuffs back
on and the chains on my ankles along with my collar and then led me
over to the corner of the room. "Sleep over here bitch," he
ordered. "And don't wake me up until morning." Then he went to
bed.
I cried myself to sleep again and being still unable to find any
real rest or escape from my situation, I found myself in an even
more bizarre nightmare. This time I was in the present day,
visiting some large city with some boy, I think it was Manuel
again, when a gang of men came out of nowhere and attacked us.
Actually they were the same men who had showed up in the jail cells
the night before with Lou except they were all dressed in gang
clothing. They knocked Manuel out and while one of them held me
from behind, the two who looked like Karl and Fritz became very
interested in raping me right there in the street.
Karl started tearing at my clothing and then Fritz started helping
him as the two took turns at exploring and feeling me up. They had
my breasts exposed and were working at pulling off my panties when
there was this huge noise from one of the office buildings beyond
the park we were in. The boy who was holding me let me go and we
all just stood there and watched as people began running out of the
building, screaming at everyone to get away.
The boys ran off while I paused to put myself back together again
and when I looked up again I saw this huge creature with hundreds
of long purple tentacles emerge from the building. While it seemed
to ignore most of the people who were running ahead of it, the
monster had picked up several young women and was in process of
ripping off their clothing and then violating any and every opening
in their bodies.
It roared every time it picked up another girl and that, combined
with their screaming, made an incredibly horrifying sound which
filled the entire area we were in. It moved closer and closer
until it was right in front of me. I tried to run away but for
some reason I couldn't move my legs and it was then that I realized
that I was having another nightmare.
"Wait a minute," I thought to myself. "This can't be real. This
must be a dream. I've got to get control of myself." But just
then the thing attacked.
I didn't know exactly what the thing was going to do to me but
after seeing what it had done to the other women I had a pretty
good guess. About a dozen or so tentacles began wrapping around my
arms and legs, tearing at my clothing and burrowing into my
underwear. I was still a virgin, at least in my dream, and once
one of the small tentacles worked its way into my panties and
started pressing against my still intact hymen I screamed and
really started struggling to get away from it. The monster must
have sensed that I was a virgin so instead of raping me there, I
was lifted up into the air and into its open mouth.
The other tentacles left me and new ones, which were sort of made
up of parts of the thing's tongue, took me from there and set me
down inside its mouth just beyond a row of very large and very
sharp teeth. The tentacles proceeded to tear away most of my
clothing and continued to investigate my body making me think that
I was certain to be its lunch when something quite unexpected
occurred.
Inside its mouth emerged another head, this one smaller and more
dragon-like than the outer one, which came right up from out of the
monster's throat. It pushed me down on my back and began to lick
at my crotch through my panties. While the tongue from the smaller
head ran up and down over my crotch, it seemed to be staring at my
breasts and it kept breathing heavier and heavier like it was
getting turned on by me or something. It was making little
grunting sounds and at first I thought it was going to start to
tear me apart and eat me, but that wasn't exactly what it had in
mind.
Its inner mouth opened very wide while it picked me up and pulled
me toward its very sharp teeth. But then its large tongue lashed
out and pulled my panties back while the tip of it slid into the
crack of my pussy. There was nothing I could do to stop it as it
slowly stroked back and forth across me and then finally it began
to burrow onto my vaginal opening. I felt the pressure of it
against my hymen and then sensed it giving away as the large tongue
went deeper and deeper into me. He worked at me in this way for a
while and then withdrew, pulling me back to the outer mouth again.
Turning me over on my stomach, I was attacked by a group of slime
covered tentacles which again penetrated my vagina in addition to
exploring my breasts. When I began to scream again, one of them
slid into my open mouth and began to stroke in and out of me,
leaving behind a syrupy ooze which trickled down my throat.
Meanwhile, the smaller head became interested in my anus and began
to jab its tongue way into me there. At the same time, my legs
were stretched apart and the tentacle in my vagina was replaced
with a much larger and appendage of some sort which kept forcing
its way up into me. No amount of struggling on my part seemed to
have any effect on its grip on me which just seemed to get tighter
and tighter as the whole monster began to breath heavier and
heavier in time with the stroking motion of the large extremity it
had me impaled on.
The thing it had inside me seemed to get bigger and bigger with
each stroke until it felt like it was going to rip me apart down
there. Its diameter was at least as big as my thigh and I could
feel the top of it pushing all the way up inside my chest. It was
like the thing had completely taken over the inside of my body.
Right about then, the thing's grunting sort of turned to a deep
moaning and the appendage I had inside me began to gush out its
slimly fluid which spurted out through my incredibly distended
vaginal opening all over the inside of his mouth. He must have
been coming inside me and I figured that for certain I must now be
destined to give birth to its offspring. At least maybe that would
mean that he wasn't going to devour me.
He slowly withdrew from my body and the incredible amount of muck
which he had injected into me began to seep out after him. While
his inner head had disappeared, I was still sitting in his outer
mouth which was now covered and dripping with his slime while he
made a low guttural laughing sounds having achieved the vulgar
pleasure he was looking for from me.
As I slowly woke up, the monster's laugh turned into Karl's who was
standing above me watching me sleep. "Wake up bitch," he yelled at
me, laughing. "It's time for breakfast." I opened my eyes and
looked up at him. "Having bad dreams there Number Four?" He
laughed again. "Shit. You haven't even been to a training session
yet."
He was holding a small metal bowl which he set down on the floor
next to me. It was filled with a brownish mash looking kind of
like cream of wheat. "Eat up bitch. We got a long day ahead of
us." He turned and left the room adding, "And you're going to need
all the energy you can get."
I began eating the stuff in the bowl. I'm not sure what it was
exactly, but it definitely wasn't cream of wheat. However, since
I hadn't eaten anything for a couple of days by that time, anything
that filled the gnawing emptiness of hunger inside me was welcome
and by the time he returned I had eaten the whole bowl.
"Hey. Good girl. You ate all your breakfast." He reached down
and unhooked the end of the chain from the wall which was connected
to my collar. Then, using it like a leash, he led me out to the
middle of the room. It wasn't all that easy to even crawl on my
hands and knees since I still had on my handcuffs and the leather
manacles tying my ankles together but I managed to make it.
"Now then," he continued. "We're going to do some training today,
Number Four, and the first lesson is in keeping quiet." At that he
slapped me really hard on my rear and being startled I made a
little cry.
"Now see, that's just what I mean." He then began to spank me very
hard while he continued. "You have to learn to only do what I tell
you and nothing more. You must remain quiet at all times and only
answer when you are spoken to. Understand?"
He stopped hitting me and I just nodded my head in agreement. I
guess I would do most anything to avoid being tortured.
"Okay Four," he said as he picked up the gym bag he had come in
with. "Let's go down to Mistress Skow's classroom and see what she
has for us today."
I began to crawl over to the door but stopped when he ordered,
"Wait! You don't expect your master to walk all the way down there
do you?" He came over to me and got on top of me as if I were a
horse or something. "Let's go."
I tried to carry him on my back but with my wrists and ankles tied
together, it was not very easy for me to just crawl on my own.
Karl must have weighed at least two hundred pounds but luckily the
hallway was carpeted and I did slowly manage to get all the way
down to the elevator and from there down the hallway to Miss Skow's
"classroom" as he called it. I pulled a muscle in my leg on the
way and by the time we got there, and from his constant slapping me
to go faster, I was both in pain and exhausted.
He got off of me when we got to the door since he needed his key to
open it. When the door swung open he pushed me in ahead of him,
but unlike before, we were no longer alone. The other three girls
were already there, each of whom was already being tortured in some
perverse way. The girl they called Number Two was kneeling by the
door right in front of me wearing a purple leotard with the top cut
out so that her breasts were exposed. As my eyes adjusted to the
light I could see that they had also stuck some sort of vibrator
into her and then Fritz walked over in front of me and began to
beat her with a small leather whip. The whole scene came as such
a shock to me that I sort of lost it and began to scream.
That was a big mistake. As soon as I did, Karl slapped me across
the face harder than anything I had ever felt before in my entire
life. It stopped me screaming but I ended up with a nosebleed and
a huge red welt on the side of my face.
"What the fuck are you doing bitch?" Karl shouted in my face.
"You trying to humiliate me in front of my friends? Get over
here!" He then picked me up off the floor and threw me on a table
next to him. Taking my wrists he then separated the handcuffs on
my wrists from one another and lifted my legs up in the air. Then
he reattached them under my legs so that I was sort of all curled
up in a ball.
Walking over to a cabinet on the wall he then picked up an odd
looking shiny metal thing which I didn't recognize right away. As
he brought it back to the table he stuck it in my face. "It's a
speculum honey. We're going to take a look at what you got in
there."
He jammed the thing into my pussy, which in the position I was in,
was in plain sight for anyone in the room, and then proceeded to
press it up into my vagina. It was both cold and uncomfortable but
not nearly as bad as when he squeezed on the handle spreading me
really wide open down there. Once he had the thing locked open, he
then crouched down and with a small flashlight, examined me.
While it was an incredibly demeaning experience to have him do
that, I at least did feel some relief when he announced that in
spite of some abrasion, everything looked pretty healthy down
there. Of course, the other side to that was that since I was
still healthy, I could look forward to an entire day of more sexual
torture.
Karl wasted no time in getting me ready for his next torment.
Picking up a coil of scratchy brown rope he began to wrap it around
my arms and legs, tying it very tight and then running it through
a couple of pulleys which he had hooked to chains hanging from the
ceiling. Once he had the slack pulled out of these ropes, he then
lifted me up off the table so that I was dangling in the air with
my butt sticking up toward the ceiling. This was apparently the
way he wanted me because he tied me off there and walked over to
the other side of the room where I could no longer see him.
I could see the other girls and suffice it to say that they were
having all sorts of unspeakable things done to them as well. The
girl they called One had been placed on the sharp edged horse I had
been on the day before and Fritz had taken to whipping her for
reasons which I couldn't begin to imagine. Number Two was being
gang raped by three men who I hadn't seen before, each of whom was
taking turns at various openings in her lower body, sometimes
together and sometimes while the other two watched.
Miss Skow was across the room with another young woman who looked
a bit older than the rest of us, maybe in her late twenties, and
with Number Three, who she had chained spread eagled against one of
the stone walls. This new woman was dressed in a leather outfit
much like the ones we had worn in the prison but Miss Skow wasn't
treating her like us and it finally occurred to me that she was
Miss Skow's lover. The woman had pierced two rings through the
lips of Three's pussy and was in the process of hanging small
weights from them, crudely distending her genitals until she
finally passed out.
Karl then returned to me with a large syringe filled with some sort
of amber fluid. Walking around behind me he told me to relax my
butt and then he shoved the thing into my rectum. I could feel the
liquid gush up into me and then after he had emptied the syringe he
pulled it back out. Very soon I began to have an incredible urge
to have a bowel movement and Karl just sat down in a chair and
watched me suffer. Finally it seemed like I could hold the stuff
in me no longer and it began to seep out through my anus, running
down my back and dripping on the floor. It was pretty disgusting,
but at least it somewhat helped to lessen the abdominal cramping I
was experiencing. Karl, however, was not pleased and taking a
large beer bottle he drove it up into my rectum to keep me from
"leaking all over his clean floor."
He let me down from the ceiling and undid the ropes tying my arms
and legs and then, of course, made me clean up the mess I had made.
When I finished, the beer bottle still sticking out of my behind,
Fritz called me over to where he was raping Two. Her arms were
chained to the ceiling and she was sitting on top of Fritz who was
making her stroke him in and out of her.
She was clearly exhausted from the whipping she had received
earlier and now with the added exertion of having to please Fritz,
she was about ready to faint. This didn't seem to surprise him
much and he handed me a needle which he told me to shoot into her
arm. I didn't want to but somehow I didn't feel as if I had much
choice. Since I had a diabetic roommate once, I luckily knew how
to do injections and figuring that I would be less likely to injure
her than he would, I emptied the contents of the needle into her
arm without any problem. The stuff must have been some kind of
strong stimulant because Two immediately woke up and with tears in
her eyes, she began to work at him with renewed energy. The whole
thing was just so pathetic and I felt incredibly guilty for helping
them.
However, I didn't have time to feel guilty for very long. Karl
returned with a couple of sex toys which he immediately began to
play with. The first one was a long purple dildo with bumps all
over it which he handed to me. "Here you go honey. Stick this
thing up your cunt until I can't see it anymore." Still kneeling
in front of him, I took the thing in my hand as he set the battery
pack on the floor.
I figured I had better do as he said before he decided to become
violent again, particularly since he was still staring at me, and
so spreading my pussy lips apart with one hand I began to press the
thing up into me. It was dry plastic and I was not all that moist
down there myself so it didn't go in very easily. Besides that,
the bumps on it tended to dig into the still inflamed tissue caused
by my earlier rapes and I closed my eyes to keep him from seeing my
reaction to the pain. I continued pushing the thing up into me
until it felt like it wouldn't go in any further but when I opened
my eyes there was still three or four inches of it left, including
a big bump which I didn't know how it would have fit into me
anyway.
He must have noticed my bewilderment and laughed. "Hey, haven't
you figured out what that's for? It's supposed to connect with
your little clit." He reached down and flipped the switch on the
battery pack energizing the vibrator inside the dildo, making it
come alive inside my vagina. It surprised me but he chose to
ignore the little scream I made and picked up the rope he had
dropped on the floor earlier in order to tightly bind my hands
behind me.
Somehow, perhaps since Three was by now completely unconscious from
her injuries, we were joined by Miss Skow and her lover. Miss Skow
handed Karl another long black dildo which she had been using to
torture Three with. He used it to play with my breasts and other
places as Miss Skow suggested them to him until they all must have
grown tired of watching me jump.
Miss Skow then suggested something entirely more unnerving. While
Karl tied my wrists and ankles together again, Miss Skow's lover
put on a large penis like thing in addition to her revealing
leather costume. It was a big black thing with bumps all over it
like the other thing Karl had stuck into me only considerably
larger in both diameter and length.
I don't know if she was just trying to please Miss Skow's
unbelievably depraved instincts, but her lover suddenly became very
intensely cruel with me. She drove into me with such force that I
literally felt like she had torn my pussy wide open. As if that
wasn't enough, she began stroking that awful knobby thing in and
out of me while screaming and pulling on the leash Karl and
attached to the collar around my neck. This went on until she
either had, or more likely faked an orgasm for Miss Skow's benefit,
and pulled that dildo thing out of me.
However, what was happening to me paled in comparison to the other
ordeals going on in that chamber of horrors. Fritz had turned Two
over to a couple of other guys who had her suspended by her feet
from the ceiling with her legs widely held apart. Then, while one
of the men stuck one of their dildo things into her exposed pussy
and another one into her anus, the other started whipping her.
Every time she would cry out from the lashing she was getting, they
only whipped her harder until she finally passed out for good. The
men then kept pushing those rubber things deeper and deeper into
her, squeezing all the remaining cum out of her vagina so that it
ran down in little riverlets all over her limp body.
Meanwhile, Fritz had decided to whip Number One who was still
sitting on top of that sharp pyramid shaped horse, only with even
more brutality than any of the rest of us had seen. Her arms had
been bound behind her, incased some sort of wooden thing, so that
practically the entire weight of her body was concentrated on her
pussy which was in turn being split open by the top edge of the
horse. Every time he would strike her with the whip she would
wiggle and squirm in reaction until finally the sharp edge of the
horse began to cut into her so deep that her pussy became covered
with blood which ran down the inside of her legs to the floor.
While all of that had been happening, Miss Skow left with her lover
and I had been taken up off the floor, untied and then led across
the room to an older man who was laying on his back on a padded
bench. He must have been of some importance since everyone
referred to him as "sir" but I never found out who he really was.
He had been playing with himself while watching the incredibly
horrible things going on around that room and now had a sizeable
erection which I was supposed to "relieve" him of as if it were
some kind of medical condition.
I climbed up on the bench he was on, straddling him between my legs
and then slowly lowered my self down onto his penis which he was
holding in his hand straight up in the air. Considering everything
else that had happened to me over the past several days, to say
nothing of the things that were going on right at that moment to
the other girls in that room, I considered myself pretty lucky. He
easily penetrated me and I began stroking him with my vagina by
sort of flexing my knees. It must have been what he was looking
for since he laid back on the bench and closed his eyes, breathing
in time with my pelvic movement.
Maybe because he was some kind of boss, or maybe just because by
that time all the other girls had been rendered relatively
unconscious, but I was suddenly the center of attention for the
whole room. The boss noticed it too and once he opened his eyes
and looked around at the other men watching us, began to laugh.
"Hey boys. Why don't you join the fun here?"
I didn't exactly know what that meant but apparently all the men
did and immediately they began to take their clothes off and one of
them, Fritz, even climbed up on the bench behind me. I could feel
his penis poking me in the rear but really didn't expect him to
take aim and start to drive the thing up into my rectum. I was, of
course, still sort of connected to the man underneath me and when
I felt myself being pushed against from my rear I almost fell over
on top of him which only made my bottom that much more accessible
to Fritz.
The two other men also were standing on the bench by this time,
Karl by my side and another man who I didn't know in front of me.
The man in front of me put his hands on my head and pulled me over
to his penis which was swinging in front of him, shoving it into my
mouth. At the same time, Karl took my left hand and wrapped it
around his erection and then wrapped his hands around mine so he
could masturbate using my hand. Just as the man in front of me got
his penis all the way in my mouth, Fritz plunged his into my rectum
causing an unbelievable shock of pain in my lower body to which I
could only moan in response.
The four men who were now simultaneously raping me began to work
together, apparently attempting to have their orgasms in unison by
giving one another little status reports on their respective levels
of sexual arousal. I would then be nudged to direct my attention
to the man who was in the greatest need of stimulation, which most
of the time seemed like all four of them. All too soon the initial
shock of Fritz's penetration began to wear off, leaving me with the
feeling that the whole lower part of my body was being both shred
apart and stuffed with human flesh. Then, finally, the man in
front of me crammed himself as deep as he could into my throat and
I found myself swallowing his disgusting cum.
The rest of them came in and on me as well and soon enough I was
bathed inside and out with their male excretion. Karl withdrew
himself from me and I was able to climb off the older man on the
bench but by the time I got to the floor I just sort of collapsed
out of exhaustion. They left me lay there in their collective
filth as they got themselves dressed and then one by one left the
chamber to go off and eat dinner.
The other girls were beginning to reawaken as Karl finished
dressing. He was about to leave as well when he stopped and walked
back to me and picked me up off the floor. He led me out of the
chamber and back down the hall to my jail cell. On the way he
quietly told me that he was doing me a favor since the other girls
would have to clean that place up. He locked me in my cell and
then left for dinner.
The first thing I did was to turn on the shower in the corner of
the room and try to decontaminate myself, both physically and
psychologically, from all the events of that day. I took my time
but it seemed that no matter how long I stayed in that shower, it
seemed like I could never get clean enough.
After some time had passed, I don't know how long, I heard a noise
behind me. I turned around and there was Karl, Fritz and the other
two men standing there watching me. It surprised me so much that
I dropped to my knees as my legs became weak. "Why are men so
obsessed with the act of having sex?" I thought to myself. Karl
slowly opened the door to the cell and proceeded to take off his
clothes as I cowered in the spray of the shower. It wasn't that I
was so much afraid of him but I just was exhausted from being raped
over and over again. I just couldn't take it anymore.
Of course Karl wasn't particularly interested in how I felt and
neither were the other men. First Karl, and then each of the
others took their turn with me. They had been drinking and none of
them were particularly gentle or remotely considerate of the
injuries I had sustained from their previous assaults. Once they
finished with me I was bleeding again and incredibly sore down
there and I just sunk down, sitting in the shower, crying and
wishing I were dead.
Over the past few weeks I had lost my parents and every bit of
family I had in the world. The one person I though I could trust
had sold me into white slavery and while I had been struggling and
struggling to try to keep things together, I only had so much
strength at the end of the day. It seemed like every night I ended
up crying and tired, which just made me more tired. Somehow it
made sense that if I were dead it would at least be over and
thinking about that, I cried myself to sleep.
As it turned out, death was exactly what my dreams were about that
night. It started out with me in my cell and I had the piece of
the rope that they had used to tie me up with earlier. As I held
it in my hands it sort of came alive, tying itself into a noose and
then throwing itself over a hook in the ceiling above my head. I
placed the noose over my head and it began to tighten more and more
until I finally died.
When I was little, people used to tell me that if you dreamed that
you died, you would never wake up again. I guess that I was so
depressed that night that I really didn't care if I ever woke up
again and kind of saw dying as the only way out of my plight. Well
I didn't die but I did have the most incredible dream that night.
Of course, everyone knows that if you commit suicide you'll end up
in hell and that is just what happened to me. I found myself
laying on a large disk, falling, or maybe floating further and
further down into what looked like a deep hole in the ground until
I eventually just sort of disappeared into a black void.
I continued floating until, after what seemed like a really long
time, I landed on what looked like a large rock. Somehow I was
wearing my clothing again but when I hit that hard rough surface it
ended up tearing my good suit and I felt sort of embarrassed that
someone would see me with my clothes like that. Well in my dream,
someone, or rather something, did.
From out of the darkness this large figure appeared. It was sort
of humanlike but had the head of a big lizard and it also had sex
organs which were much, much larger than they should have been. He
sort of sauntered over to where I was laying and without a word,
immediately reached out and began ripping my clothing off of me.
He worked rather quickly, using both the large claws on his front
paws and his teeth until I was pretty much naked, my panties being
the only article of clothing I had left that was still intact. It
seemed that no matter how hard I would try to fight him he was
always one step ahead of me, eventually convincing me that there
was just nothing I could do to keep him off of me.
Of course, all the while he was tearing at my clothes his gigantic
sex organ began to grow even larger and larger until it was every
bit as big as his muscular arms. He took my arms in his mouth and
crawled up on top of me and I really didn't know whether he was
preparing to begin eating my arms or to try to stuff that
incredibly large penis into me.
Actually he did neither right then. After he pretty much shredded
my blouse, he flipped me over onto my stomach and that was when I
felt him pressing the massive tip of his erection against my pussy.
Maybe it was only because it was a dream, but as he pushed his hips
into me, I could feel my vaginal opening stretching larger and
larger until he finally fit inside of me. It was like I was being
impaled on a telephone pole or something and could feel it pushing
its way all the way up into my throat.
The thing not only filled me up physically but it sort of took over
my entire being until I felt like I wasn't much more than an
extension of that monster's sexual organs. Of course then he came
and I must have had gallons of his cum pumped into me before he
finally withdrew and wandered off to another rock where another
young woman had just appeared.
I laid there trying to recover from that being's perverted
possession of me and actually had time to think. I suppose it was
at that point that I decided that in spite of the fact that I was
alone in the world and in spite of the dreadful situation I was in,
I was not going to give up. I was better than those sons of
bitches who were constantly raping and torturing me and I was way
better than Miss Skow. That was when I woke up.
I finished cleaning myself up and after an hour or so, the other
three girls were brought back to their cells. They, of course, had
also been raped again by those men after cleaning up Miss Skow's
little torture chamber although none of them seemed to have any
permanent serious injuries. After the men left, the other girls
told me that we were all going to be auctioned off the next day.
Apparently the way that they decided whether or not you had enough
training, as they called it, depended on how well you pleased the
man who decided to buy you at the auction. It was all I needed to
have, yet another man raping me, and I just sat there crying until
the man came to get us for the auction the next morning.
All four of us were led back down to the large unfinished night
club room where each of us was put on display. I suppose you could
say that they were somewhat creative in how they tied us up or you
could also say it was just plain gross. I was placed on a small
table with my hands and arms tied behind my back. Then, in order
to expose me better, a strap was wrapped around my left knee and my
leg pulled up toward the ceiling.
Since Lou remembered me kicking him when I first arrived on that
island, he personally strapped my left ankle to the floor so that
I really had no way of moving anything. Lou also added two clothes
pins, one on each of my nipples, in order to, as he said, make me
a little more interesting. I don't know about interesting, but it
certainly made me more humiliated and as time went by, a lot more
in pain as the pins dug into my tender skin.
Just before the men who were going to bid on us showed up, they
brought in three other girls. Unlike the rest of us who were
completely nude, these three were wearing leather costumes like the
kind the rest of us had been issued our first day there. Like us
too, they had also been assigned numbers five through seven as ID
numbers on their right cheek. Numbers Six and Seven were twins and
were sort of dressed alike in matching little jester outfits which
caused the men to get into a long discussion as to whether they
should be sold as a pair or as individuals.
I don't know what they decided, because about then the door opened
and several men entered the room. It was pretty obvious that these
men were the bidders once they began inspecting each of us, some of
them making notes as they went. There was one man in particular
who I immediately connected with. He was tall and handsome with
incredibly deep blue eyes and looked just like the knight who had
saved me in my dream. As he walked past us, he looked at each of
the girls but he looked at me differently, I mean not just at my
body but at me.
I watched him and only him that morning and he did not disappoint
me. He didn't bid on any of the other girls and when the bidding
got around to me he was always in control of it. It was bizarre to
be bid on as a piece of meat but somehow I knew that he wasn't
going to hurt me. My knight in shining armor had finally arrived.
Following the auction, I was delivered to his room and the first
thing I did was to hug him. I don't think he expected that at all
and just stood there until he reached over on his bed and wrapped
me in his bathrobe. He didn't have sex with me but told me all
about himself that day, how his mother was the daughter of an army
officer and his father had been a soldier in the Second World War.
He also told me that his grandfather had told him that his father
was actually a Russian soldier and that's where he got his blue
eyes. I fell in love with him and it seemed like he was falling in
love with me too.
That evening, for the first time in my life, I made love with a
man. It was so very much different than the sex I had been forced
to endure earlier and although it did hurt a little, I didn't tell
him and I must honestly admit that I rejoiced in him every bit as
much as I think he enjoyed me.
It was like I had always thought it would be. The act of sex is so
much different, such a beautiful way to express one's deepest
feelings, love and respect for another human being, when you do it
with someone who you care about and who cares about you.
At least I tried very hard to make him enjoy me and tried to make
him happy and I'm still doing it today. We were married and now
live in West Texas where my wonderful loving husband is a petroleum
engineer. Our daughter inherited his deep blue eyes and I hope
much of his kindness and understanding.
It occurred to me one day that my nightmares had started only after
I had met Miss Skow. Maybe they were because of something she was
doing to me like putting drugs in my food of something. Maybe they
were just a result of the evil she poisoned my life with. Whatever
was their cause, I never had those awful dreams again.