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   Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality, bondage, torture and other unmentionables.
 If this offends anyone, leavenow. This is fiction. 




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                         Amy
                   (from her perspective)


     I figured the party would be a typical bust as I gazed over the crowd. The
typical punkers and Generation X'ers filled the room. I almost turned and left
but felt I owed it to them that I show up. Besides, I might be able to find
some new young hunk to entertain me if I looked hard enough.
     As I entered the main room, the usual want-to-be girls clamored around me,
hoping some of my fortune would rub off on them. They where cute, but I wasn't
interested. I tossed my drink to a chunky girl with an expensive corset and set
my sights on a good looking guy across the room. The girl cried out as she
fumbled my drink onto herself, but that was her problem. In the corner booth,I
could see one of the owners, Larry or something, watching me. Just like his
partner, Marcus, he wanted me. But I had no time for his kind. I ignored his
stares and refocused on the young buck. 
     I knew I looked good. I had been born with the perfect body and since I
was sixteen, people had paid good money to photograph it. I took care of myself
and it paid off. I knew everybody was staring at my large breasts and firm ass.
I liked that. Just as long as nobody touched. 
     I could hear a disturbance coming my way and looked up in annoyance as six
guys grabbed me. I was pissed as they manhandled me in front of everybody,
ripping at my clothes. I tried to kick and scream, forcing them away, but there
where too many. My PVC pants and mesh top where cut from me, leaving only my
G-string to cover me. I was pushed to the ground hard and I could feel my arms
being yanked together. I howled in pain as my elbows were forced to meet. The
cold floor was pressing hard against my breasts. All I could think was my
modeling job tomorrow and how this abuse might affect my looks. My thoughts
where broken as I felt one of the guys push his hand into my carefully styled
hair and yank back hard. I couldn't believe these bastards where treating me
like this! I looked up in time to see a huge red ball being forced into my
mouth. A strap held it in place and the gag muffled my complaints. I tried to
kick and scream as I was carried by my ankles and hair down the hall, but the
bonds where too tight.

     I was pissed. How dare they touch me. I would definately sue the club and
those idiot partners that owned it. I could feel my arms being untied and,
though I tried to fight off their grips, the men attached wrists cuffs tightly
and began winching me into the air. My ankles where tied apart as well and soon
I was stretched wide. I could feel somebody slip a collar of types around my
neck and pull it on tight. I was close to choking but he didn't seem to care as
I could hear padlocks locking it on. Well, I hope the gathering crowd enjoyed
the show because they would all regret this later. Though I was bound tight, I
still enjoyed the audience's envious stares as they looked over my body. I
loved a good crowd. Maybe when they let me go I could sign a few autographs,
after I ripped those fuck head partners a new asshole.
     I squinted to see what was going on. I had been tied up for at least ten
minutes and they hadn't let me go yet. I assumed somebody would take a few
pictures, and I could see one of the owners, Rob, with a video camera. Great. I
would have to buy that off of him or he and the other two would just be
whacking off to this image forever. The crowd was waiting for something, but I
couldn't tell what. I tried to scream into my gag to demand they let me go but
not much came out. A whistling sound shot by me from both the front and back
and I stared out into the gloom to see. One of the guys had taken position in
front of me with a long stranded whip made of some type of rubber. I couldn't
believe he would use it on me. At least for now, he only swung it close,
cutting the air to scare me. I could hear another guy behind me doing the same.
I decided not to give them the satisfaction by looking panicked. Instead I
tried to dare him with my eyes. Finally he stopped swinging it and I assumed I
had won. I glanced to the side to see if anybody was going to let me down now
when I heard the whip again. This time, however, the long, hard strands struck
me across my stomach while the man behind me lashed across my upper back. The
pain was unimaginable as I tried to struggle to get away. I glanced down at my
body and could see four red welts rising up from my skin. The lashes fell again
and I bucked. I was sure this was a mistake and that it wasn't happening. But
the whips continued to fall, covering my body with hard marks.

    After what seemed like an eternity, the men stopped. I could not believe
the sight as I examined my body. My perfect skin was an array of harsh welts.
No part of my body seemed untouched. I was exhausted from the ordeal and hoped
they would let me go now. I was sure I would have to cancel my sessions for a
week, at least, as these marks healed. I just wanted to go home. My eyes caught
sight of a new man as he pulled a stool up in front of me. The overhead light
caught a gleam off the tray he was carrying. I could see a selection of sharp
rods of metal. As he grabbed one of my breasts, I knew he was going to push
them into me and I screamed behind the gag. The noise did not deter him and I
could only watch and cry as he pushed the first through the base of my left
nipple. I bucked at the pain as he slid the wide skewer through my nipple until
it exited the other side. I could see my own blood trickling from the wound.
The man quickly pushed a second rod through my other nipple and I nearly
fainted from the pain. I couldn't believe he had cut holes through my body. I
knew this would heal but I hoped it didn't leave any marks. I watched as he
selected another needle and, as I began to wonder what he could use it for, he
shoved it deep into my right breast. I tried to escape this new torture but my
bonds held me tight. Slowly and carefully he began shoving more and more
needles into my breasts, leaving small trickles of blood to run down my body. I
was dizzy from the pain, my voice raw from screaming.
    Finally the man finished. I looked at my breasts, examing all the needles
that now covered them. I didn't know how those would heal, or if I would be
left with scars. I didn't notice the new tray the man took out until he slipped
out one of the nipple rods and replaced it with a heavy ring. I knew that I
couldn't have nipple rings if I wanted to model. These rings joined together at
the ends seemlessly and the man whispered so only I could hear.
     "These are titanium rings, Amy. They cannot be cut with any typical
cutter. You might as well think of them as permanent."
     I moaned at the thought as he slipped the ring into my other breast. I
could see that there was no small ball, or easy gap to seperate the ring. The
ends met, then slid together with a click, creating a seemless ring. I didn't
know what to say, if I could, or how to react. My body was being modified
without my consent by these goons. But I was bound so tight and gagged so well
I could say or do nothing to stop them. I watched as he cut off my panties and
began rubbing my clit. I was surprised when I felt myself responding to the
touch. My clit grew and my pussy got wet quickly. My eyes closed in a moment of
pleasure until I felt a cool touch on my clit. I jerked my head forward as the
tool cut a hole into my clit. My scream escaped the gag, echoing through the
room and illiciting a brief applause form the audience. As the tears cleared
from my eyes, I looked down to see the same permanent ring in my clit. The man
stood and grabbed my hair, lifting my chin up. I was too weak to fight him and,
as I felt the tool grasp my septum, I knew what was coming next. The punch of
the hole in my nose brought new pain. As he left the large titanium ring in my
nose, I could feel it touching my upper lip. 
      The other needles where removed and alcohol was put to them while I was
lowered from my position. I was exhausted from the ordeal, unsure of how to
react. I had been violated by these men and, though I was upset, I wasn't sure
what I could do. Despite my anger, I knew I wouldn't be modeling soon. Not at
least for a major magazine. Maybe I could work for a fetish magazine. I could
feel them fumble with me as they untied my arms. But rather than releasing me,
my arms where pulled behind me and tied together. I could feel my elbows being
yanked together again and the aching in my shoulders started anew. My ankles
where split wide and tied again. I quickly realized it wasn't over yet. But
what else could they do to me? A chain connected to my wrists began pulling up,
forcing me to bend over at the waist. I could feel a small bar beneath me as my
body feel across it. My shoulders where screaming in pain as my bound arms
where pulled high into the air. A chain extended from the floor to my collar
prevented me from standing at all to try and relieve the pressure. My body was
parallel with the floor and locked into position. I quickly realized how
vulnerable I was. They couldn't possibly be thinking of raping me? I felt a
finger in my new nose ring. It was yanked up and I howled in pain. Hands
quickly worked at my mouth and, as my nose ring was released, I tried to close
my mouth. My teeth seemed to be blocked by two rubber wedges. I couldn't open
my jaw wider to get them out with my tongue. Somebody was playing with my hair.
My head was yanked back by the hair until my open mouth faced staight ahead. I
could not lower my head. I assumed my hair had been tied off to my elbow
bondage. 
     I didn't have to wait long to find out what was next.The main captor
addressed the audience. "I invite all men to enjoy our young victim at this
time. Her pussy, mouth and ass are fair game, I only ask that you cum only in
her mouth." I knew I would be raped next, and tears flowed down my cheeks. I
could feel the man leaned over and whisper in my ear, "Now understand, you are
to swallow all cum. If you fail this, I will personally torture you." I had no
choice. I had never swallowed cum before, usually avoiding oral sex all
together. But I was in no position to argue. 
     
     After what seemed like hours, I was exhausted. My face was covered with
cum as it dripped from my mouth onto the floor. My pussy was sore from the
attention but my asshole was even more sore. I had never had anything up my ass
before, but this didn't stop most of the men from pushing their cocks deep into
my anus. I tried to scream, but rarely had a free mouth. I learned quickly how
to suck cock, swirling my tongue over the base the flicking the head. I could
not actually suck at all since I couldn't close my mouth, but the wide jaw made
it easier for the men to shoot their loads down my throat. I nearly gagged
early on, having never tasted cum before. But I knew this would only command
more punishment. Finally my arms where released from the overhead chain and I
slumped in exhaustion. I was forced to stand as my ankles where released and my
arms where untied. I was sure this had to be it until I felt my wrists being
retied together. A cable was fed through the back of my collar and somebody
pulled hard, drawing my hands up high on my back. With my elbows bound
together, I was certain my shoulders could not be pulled back any further. I
was wrong. As my wrists rose up my back and between my shoulder blades, My
shoulders where pulled back hard. New tears poured down my cheeks as my arms
wher doubled up. A strap was placed around my elbows and pulled tight, forcing
my wrists up even higher and adding to the pain. The cable was locked off and a
leash was connected to my clit ring. The man holding the other end gave a harsh
yank and I followed behind him.
     I was brought to a large bathroom. I was certain I would be allowed to pee
after all that but I was wrong. A large, clear basin was positioned in the
middle of the room on a raised platform. Beside and below it, a reclining back
rest was bolted to the floor and I was forced to kneel in front of it. My
ankles where quickly bound to my thighs then held to the ground by steel cuffs.
I was leaned back until my body was at a forty five degree angle and I was
strapped in this position. Once finished, I was unable to move any part of my
body. A large gag type device was attached to my head. A large tube fit into my
mouth. The rubber stops continued to hold my jaw painfully wide but the gag
seemed to be designed for this. I would only be able to breath out of my nose
once the gag was affixed tightly. I could see a wide tube being attached to the
gag and I followed the tube up to the bottom of the large basin. Much like a
funnel, I could see that anything poured into the funnel would make its way
down the tube and into my mouth. It wasn't until then that I figured out what
was in store. I tried to struggle, to get away from this horrible torture, but
I wasn't able to move an inch. I could only watch as a man unzipped his fly and
began to urinate into the basin. The crowd's cheers grew in pitch as the fluid
coursed down the tube and finally into my mouth. I had no choice but to taste
the man's piss as it filled my mouth. I knew I would have to swallow so I
forced it down. My gag reflex was trying to fight but I knew I would receive no
sympathy. As men began pissing down the basin at an increasing rate, I was
forced to swallow it. New tears flowed down my cheeks. I could see Rob with his
camera, getting the best angle of this any everything else. I knew then that I
was finished. I watched in resignation as one man dropped his pants and dropped
his shit into the basin. The other men quickly washed it down the drain with
their urine. I closed my eyes, squeezing the tears of defeat from them as I
tasted the feces entering my mouth.

     My masters have been kind to me. I think it's been a year since the party,
though I don't remember too well. I rarely see anything but the dungeon
anymore, and spend most of my time bound in my cage. Made of very heavy steel,
the three foot tall and four foot long cage is my home. When not pleasuring
Masters Rob, Marcus or Laurence, I am usually hogtied in my cage. I have become
accustomed to having my elbows touching, and usually my hair is braided with a
leather thong. They use this to bind to my ankles so my body is bent bad hard.
It's very uncomfortable, especially with the gag, but I know I deserve it.
Usually, like now, a heavy chain connects my collar to one end while my knees
are spread wide with a bar which is winched to the other end. This keeps me
very immobile while in my tiny cage. I am there slut to do with as they wish. I
think there is a party in a few days, and then they will let me out of my cage
to pleasure the customers. Every once in a while they will show me a picture of
a beautiful woman on the cover of some magazine and tell me that was me. I seem
to remember that, but I know now that I am a slave and will be a slave forever.


The End

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I hope you have enjoyed the story. If you have not seen the other stories in my
collection ("The Doctor", "Violet", "Part-Time", or "The Stage") feel free to
drop me a note and I would be happy to send them your way. For certain young
ladies, I have been known to write custom stories as well (no charge!) based on
their fantasies. 

Thanks for reading!

TS


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