[darkstalker]

“Bring the hooks,” says the man and Alicia’s eyes widen, fear gripping her heart. Hooks? Why would they need hooks?!
She starts to buck beneath his boot, thrashing, her hips moving side to side, but the man simply grinds his boot into her temple. “Don’t you move,” he hisses, “unless you want that pretty head of yours crushed. Wouldn’t be quite as fun not to hear you scream as we fuck you, but there’s some men who are willing to abuse a dead body. Some sickos. And then we can simply give you to the dogs to finish off.”
She stills, pulling her hands away from his boot. “P-please have... have mercy...” she whispers.
“Don’t worry,” he says, “this will only hurt. It won’t kill you.”
She shuts her eyes, the tears slipping out her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. What can they mean to do with the hooks.
“Got em’ boss,” says one man. “What do you want to do with em’?”
“What you think,” he says above her. “The girl says she needs help stuffing it in her sphincter, so we’re gonna’ help. Put the hooks on either end of her asshole and start pulling the rope until we widen the bitch up. Then we can shove the pin in.”
Alicia beats her hands on the floor. “Please!” she says. “Don’t! Aaaahhhh!” The feels the first hook enter her tight flesh, the end digging into her virgin meat then jerking to the side, her flesh pulled roughly. She sways her hips to the side, trying to lessen the pain when the second hook pierces her abdomen and begins to pull, spreading her in the opposite direction.
“AAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!!!” she shrieks, her fist beating at the floor, trying desperately to remove the boot from her skull as she feels the hooks do their work, spreading her anus cruelly open. “Stop! Stop!” she yells, desperately.
It is to no avail as over her screaming she hears the man yelling and then others are around her, jerking her arms back, rope twirling around her wrist and arms, binding them tight, pulling them taught in a stinging manner. She can only sob as the hooks continue to spread her anus apart, nails biting deep into her flesh, a warm wetness leaking from the tearing wounds. As the ropes are tied and her asshole stretched wide to a painful degree, she hears the man above her yell.
“Bring the sauce. She needs some lube and we can’t have her hurting herself, can we?”
Sauce, she wonders? Why didn’t they do that before instead of stretching her anus as painfully as they have? But all she can do is scream as her anus is continuously pulled and stretched.
“That’s enough!” she hears the man yell. “I think we can start pushing it in now.”
She whimpers beneath him, her whole body quivering. Then she feels it, the first wetness from the pin of whatever sauce has been dumped on it and she screams.
The “sauce” burns horribly, stinging her rectum violently as she pulls and jerks futilely as the head of the pin is pushed down deep inside her, stretching her sore hole open more widely. “Look at her buck!” she hears one man yell. “Yeah, slam those fat tits on the ground!”
She can hear them laughing but she doesn’t stop, feeling as that pin is twisted inside her rectum, the burning sensation ripping through her body. “AAAAHHHHHIIIIEEE!” she screams, her voice echoing in the building. But they do not stop, stretching her anus wide, the hooks pulling at her hole while something else large and hard, with its slick load, pushes deep inside her. All she wishes, all she wants now... is to die....

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