She stares, wide eyed, her heart pounding. There is something, something inside her vagina. Pressing against it, tight and constricting. “Please..” she gasp. “What are you doing to me?!”
Alec grips her cheeks hard, squeezing them together so her lips pucker up. He smiles down at her, a twist of lips that looks distorted to Sophia from her position. “Why...” he says, “hurting you, of course.”
She tries to squirm out of his grip when she feels the intrusion in her vagina begin to swell, the sound of something being squeezed inflating it. “No!” she screams, breaking out of Alec’s hold, shaking her head. “No! Stop!”
She turns her head, unable to look at what the warden is actually doing to her body, but feeling it as the object expands inside its tight confines. “Nooooo!”
The girl sure knows how to scream, thinks Alec, walking back around the cell and picking out a nice antenna handle from a car for which to whip her with. He slaps it lightly against his palm enjoying the light sting it gives his hand. He can only imagine what it will do to the woman’s swelling breasts.
For so long, since he was a child, girls like this one had stuck up their noses at him, refusing to give him the time of day. He’d been a freckly, pimply kid back then with a mess of hair. But he’d looked at them all the same. Cheerleaders or preps. With their short skirts teasing him, their then small breasts pressing against the fabric of their clothes. And always with that condescending look as they glanced his way, laughing as they told each other jokes at his expense.
Then somewhere along the way he’d run into... an opportunity. This when his old girlfriend was abducted. He’d called the men up and when he’d understood what they were about he’d been told not to interfere. Instead, before they hung up, he’d said he’d wanted to help. If it was hurting her, he wanted to help. If it was ransom, they could keep the bitch.
He’d been working between jobs back then. Barely surviving, and this bitch, long leggy thing with long blonde hair.... she’d been spending every cent he had on dresses, shoes, jewelry or any other number of frivolities someone of his position couldn’t rightly afford and he’d been up to debt to his eyeballs when the girl had suddenly come up on him telling him she was going to leave him because he couldn’t afford her, and then she’d been kidnaped. He’d wanted to punish her, punish her for every moment of stress, harassment and heartache he’d had to put up with because of the slut and before hand.
The man on the other end had been silent, but then had relented. First it was secret meetings heading to other places where he was blindfolded. He heard many things, was told many things, of what the men did here. Even got the employer’s name. A Mr. Ahmed. Of course this meant he could never leave again they told him, or he’d be shot. He’d been worried for a moment, wondering if he’d done the right thing. Of course it wasn’t the right thing!
But then he saw her, stringy blonde hair dripping sweat, nice tits hanging and red from abuse, eyes wide and body shaking, pleading for him to help her. He’d taken a rod like the one he holds now and walked towards her. “Help you?” he’d whispered condescendingly, “help you? After all you’ve done to me?!” And then the blows had come. One after another, after another. Blows raining down on her body back and forth, flesh ringing with the wacks he hit again and again, swinging her body back and forth, muffled screams coming from her lips.
He’d been stopped of course. After he was only starting to warm up, the bitch’s tits only starting to get a nice glow. He’d wanted to do more, but was held back. The woman belonged to another, but if he wanted, he could watch the videos and consider Ahmed’s proposal. Or go back to his life as a dead beat.
It wasn’t much of a decision, as if he had any to begin with. As he’d taken the videos back home with him, now covered with his prints, he’d watched them late at night, jacking off to them. He’d loved how they taken that hot stupid tart and stripped her naked, beaten her, choked her, and then fucked her roughly and started it all over again, even forcing her to make a video of her propositioning herself. The whore. Then the call had come in. “So what do you think?” the voice had said at the other end. “Do you think you want to enter into association with our... business?”
He’d smiled, his hard on still tenting in his pants as he’d heard the whore’s voice ringing in the background from the video he’d put in. “Yes,” he’d said matter of factly. “When do we begin?”
They’d set him up then as a phony agent to gather up information on hot women who were naive and stupid, gather up the Intel on which ones had no connections to attach them to family or jobs and bring those particular ones to the company for “processing.” It has been a very nice job so far. And this, he thinks as he slaps the metal rod against his hand again, is one of the nice perks of it. Being able to mingle and enjoy the candy.
Sure, he got filmed. But who cared as long as he could help make these cunts suffer?
The scream from the girl brings his attention back to the present and a grin spreads against his lips as he watches fat John pumping up the dildo in the girl’s tight little snatch. It was spreading, growing bigger, pushing against the girl’s tight walls as it got pumped up by John.
Sophia Heartstead, she’d said she was. 24 and single. Only one part of that had been true. Her name was actually Sherry McAllis. Changed to Sophia after she’d escaped enslavement from a baron of sorts who’d had a car accident. She was actually 29 now, though her youthful complexion would tell people otherwise. Not that it mattered. 24 or 29, her end result would be the same. A sex slave until she expired.
Not that this was much different from what she’d been before escaping the baron. He’d found quite a bit of info and a few videos indicating Sophia indeed has some experience in the sex trade. Though by the look on her face, none of it consensual. Not that he cared. One slut is the same as any other.
He watches John pump the dildo more, the air making it expand and pats him on the shoulder. He loved how she looked, squirming violently, trying to get out of the man’s grasp despite being tied as she was, her howls of agony. “Nice work John,” he says. “I’ll go work the front.”
The man grins at him, his fat lips puckering up, eyes gleaming. “You always did prefer the bitch’s mouths over their holes down below.”
“Call me a connoisseur of fine mouths,” he says jovially.
“Whatever,” says the warden, turning back to his work, inflating the dildo further in the woman’s aching womb. “I prefer these holes. Just so much more you can do to em.”
“Sure. We all have our preferences.” Ass, he thinks mentally. But as long as the man preferred the asses he could always take the mouth. Which he liked a whole lot more anyways. A place to stick his hard erection after all the lies these cunts liked to give him, not that this one is any different. A liar and a thief more then likely. Just like all of the tramps he’s met over the years.
He pats the metal rod against his palm, smiling darkly. “I do hope you know what this is Sophia,” he says.
Her eyes begin to water, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to take in the warden’s dildo which expands uncomfortably in her cunt. “P-please....” she whimpers. “Let me go...”
He slaps the rod down against her breasts suddenly, making her yelp. “This is punishment slut. For all the lies you and your kind like to give fine men all the time.” He says it as he lifts her chin up with the metal rod, looking into her deceitful eyes. They fill with tears, her lips quivering.
“Please....”
“Please punish you?” he says darkly. “Of course!”
And the rod lands squarely on both her breasts, nearly on top of the other line that has already left a nice red lash against the dark skin. He can see the lines crisscrossing from her former beating, but it doesn’t matter. Tonight is going to be a long night for Sophia/Sherry. The lying whore.
Sophia screams, the lashes coming down in a consistent, quick rhythm, beating at her flesh. She tugs feebly at the ropes binding her breasts, only managing to tighten the chords wrapped around them. And Alec continues his dark assault of her body without remorse.
“Take it,” Whack. “You.” Whack. “Fucking.” Whack, whack. “Whore!”
He continues repeatedly whipping her, the burning in her chest that had been receding now flaring to unimaginable pain for her tender body. Behind her she can still feel the warden inflating the object inside her, stretching her hips and womb, making her hurt with the pressure. The man feels her exposed belly, rubbing it softly as Alec continues beating her flesh. Her jerks hard on her braid. “Hurts, doesn’t it bitch? Just gonna’ get worse.” His tongue trails over her shoulder and Sophia whimpers in reply. “I can guarantee it.” He nips at her, Sophia screaming with the blows raining down on her.
“You done yet?” says the warden, still holding a sharp grasp on Sophia’s scalp, making it burn. “I’m about ready to pork this bitch.” Her heart skips a beat, looking at the already sweaty brow of the man before her.
“Sure,” he says. “Pork away.”
“Noooo! Please! Stop!” Sophia screams. Alec twist a finger in his right ear, trying to clear out the noise. Man, the bitch sure can scream. But he has an answer for that.
He throws aside the rod he’d been using for her beating and undoes the buckle to his belt, unzipping his pants and sliding them down to his knees, dropping his boxers with them. His cock springs out like a viper, fully erect, head purpled and dripping precum already. Well, he really does enjoy beating these bitches, so he supposes it’s to be expected.
Sighing, he grabs a handful of Sophia’s hair in his fist, jerking it up. “You know what I want bitch?” he whispers, savagely into her ear. “I want you to use that lying tongue of yours and stimulate yours truly. Otherwise I’m going to beat these two bags...” And he grabs one, squeezing it hard enough to make her scream. “So bloody they’re going to look more like ground beef then your exotic balloons. Understand?”
She sobs, the tears streaming down her cheeks. He pulls away from her, a grin twisting his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes. Alright John,” he says, looking back towards the warden. “Pork the bitch.”
He hears the bang of bars as Sophia suddenly slams against them, screaming. “Bitch has a tight back end,” says the warden, pushing in against her anal entryway. “Tight fit!”
The man groans as he begins to thrust into her with Sophia screaming through the whole of the process. He grabs a handful of her hair and growls, “oh shut up,” and shoves his thick cock into her mouth. She struggles around it, her cheeks puffing out for a moment before settling down on it, her lips wrapping warmly around the head like a glove. Alec looks down with a slight gleam to his eyes. This really is a good perk of working for Ahmed.
Sophia groans, the pain in her sphincter biting into her back, ripping through her with each thrust while Alec’s engorged member chokes out her screams, making her gag and slobber, her spit coming out in strings of drool all over her chin and breasts that are held firmly. The tears stream down her eyes. It’s not as if these two men care. Care about her, her past or anything that has happened to her. It’s all for not.
Her ass, feeling so pained from its former use and still sore screams with newfound agony as the warden thrust into it gleefully. The device locked in her vagina held tight, pressing against her hips savagely wishing to dislocate them it seems. In all this time Alec simply continues his own thrust, holding her head down towards his penis, the taste of his salty head thick in Sophia’s mouth along with the taste of the precum dripping over it. She is surprised she can still tell the difference from it and her own spit. She wishes she didn’t.
She can feel it, feel the organ growing inside her mouth, pushing against the upper cave of it, twitching disgustingly inside her. She cries, more drool coming out over her lips and chin, unable to prevent it from doing so.
“Oh look,” says Alec mockingly. “The bitch is crying.”
“Then give her what she’s worth,” says the warden.
Alec simply grins and begins to thrust more savagely, pistoning in her throat like it were a pussy instead. It is smacking against the back of her throat, hurting her and with her arms tied and leg held at it is she is only allowed to take it and nothing more. Both men smack into her with wild abandon, ignorant of her pleas, or more sickenly, turned on by them. She can feel them both, their cocks stiff and hard at both her ends as they begin to thrum into her more savagely.
Then Alec is tearing away from her mouth, jerking at her left breast, twisting it and rubbing his cock roughly against its side. She is allowed to scream now, her mouth liberated of the fowl organ while her breast is abused. And scream she does, while the man in back continues his pummeling, his nails digging into her large hips scraping into the sides. She cries, feeling the violation. This is equaled by the inhuman groans of both men as both dig their nails sharply into her, backs arching, mouths open in slight “o”s and groan loudly, their seed spilling into and over body. It is warm and sticky and a feeling all too familiar to her now, especially today. She can feel her own body spasming, reacting to the warden’s seed as well as feel Alec’s thick mess running down her breast. She feels so humiliated and used....
She bangs her head against the bars, crying. “Well,” says Alec, “I guess that’s enough for me for today.”
“Yeah,” says the warden, sliding his cock out of her abused anus. “Gotta’ let the other men have their go ahead.”
“Other men?” Sophia whispers, her head suddenly whipping back. “Please!” she howls. “No!”
But both men ignore her, talking over her. They are soon dressed, all but ignorant to her pleas as her voice becomes hoarse. They walk past her tear streamed face, her whispers falling on deaf ears, their voices drifting off in the empty cells, her sobs the only thing she can hear in the empty rooms.
The halls are quiet except for her whimpering for many minutes. And after what feels like an agonizing eternity she falls asleep in her awkward position, spittle dribbling down her chin, her breasts and leg resting uncomfortably, the strain of the dildo in her vagina nearly adjusted to.
So it is a surprise to her when there is a sudden loud banging on the cell bars, waking her suddenly. She snaps awake, staring wide eyed and starts shaking her eyes, simply having seen the large member with its purple head sticking out towards her face. More horrifying is the body it’s attached to.
“Wake up Princess,” says the Latin, his eyes glaring down at her. “Nap time is over!”
She stares wide eyed, her breath caught, heart thumping madly. Estrada. The one who had whipped her mercilessly, the one who threatened to use a knife on her vagina. As these thoughts process themselves, she screams.
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