Upon a dark night (squidley and my dark side)

[squidley]

The playing fields next to the old park had long been abandoned. The tumble down neighborhood in the rougher part of town had long forced people from playing in the parks as the long winter nights approached. Like their ancient kinsmen, the folks in this part of town knew that the darkness brought out the predators and that only the light of the fires kept them back. So, some long years ago, they left the parks for the relative safety of the closed doors and barred windows of their homes.

Yet some still foolishly braved the night, like the woman in the dark dress. She had black hair, streaked with pink and green eyes that shined in the dim night. Her tall dark boots clicked softly on the broken paving stones as she made her way through the rubble strewn streets to some unknown and now probably unreachable destination.

Hiding in the shadows afforded by the shattered and missing streetlights, I held to old wheel spanner in my hand, waiting for her to pass. One she passed, I stepped from the shadows and swung the heavy metal bar quickly toward her head…

[my dark side]

AS i passed a light that had a busted bulb bart still in it and part smashed on the floor i heard the sound of crunching from the shadows, i had a feeling someone was there, as i shifted my body to the side a bit and turned i was struck in the side of the head with a heavy object which sent me flying to the ground with an almighty force. then i remember nothing else that instant

[squidley]

The spanner connects with a solid blow to the woman’s head as she walks past, stunning her and driving her to the ground unconscious. She goes down without a cry and collapses in a heap to the ground. Grabbing her long booted feet, I drag her off to the side of the road and roll her into the ditch and the waiting tarpaulin. Wrapping her in the old smelly canvas I bind the roll and the woman therein with old rope and drag it to the waiting small flatbed lorry.

I toss her bound form roughly in the back of the truck and she squirms in her bindings. A few more blows with the spanner driver her back to unconsciousness and I hop behind the wheel of the old truck and drive to one of the many old industrial complexes nearby.

In the old factory I dump the woman from the lorry onto the hard broken floor, and kick the tarp open. She lays there on the ground motionless and I bind her hands together with wire, finally wrapping one end of the wire around an old post protruding from the floor to the rotting ceiling above.

The deep V of her tight dress hides little of her ample cleavage and my hands savagely rip the bodice of her dress open, springing the fleshly globes free, her bra also ruined in my assault. Kneading and pulling on the fleshy mounds she wakes to her new owner…

[my dark side]

"W..Where am i " my voice shaken from the ordeal ive already been though. Still out of it somewhat i try to move but i feel a strange feeling around my wrists, thats when i realise what is happening, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME" my voice now ripe with fear as i stare into a pair of cold eyes starting back at me. My head is so sore and i have a cut caused by the first blow i encounted which makes me even more scared now. "HELP ME, somebody please HELP ME" the place echos with my voice.

[squidley]

“Who the fuck am I is a very good question” I say as I rip the front of her dress all the way down from the deep V neck to the hemline. A tiny lace thong covers her pussy and I rip if from her body with a violent hard jerk.

The light fur that covers her pubes tells me she probably shaves, but hasn’t done so recently. Shoving a couple of fingers up her dry cunt also tells me her virginity is already gone, probably by some prior lover.

I rip and shred the dress from her body by hand, and soon she is naked except for her boots and rather than tear them from her legs I just leave them. I like the long thin leather anyway as it accents her legs and ass, an ass I intend to use as much as her pussy and mouth.

As she screams for help I pull my long hard cock from my trousers and turning, I put the tip to her dry pussy lips. “Who the fuck indeed…”

[my dark side]

I cant believe this is happening, i try to swirm to cover up any part of my body that i can, however that doesnt work, i now turn to thought to his ling shaft that is touchin me. i close my legs as much as i can to help push his cock away fom my body and to deny him access to me.

"I asked you who you were, and what you want with me" as i cry its hard to make out my words. "HELP ME SOMEONE PLEASE " my begging for help is now turnign to dispair "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" my legs fly towards him once i know he is not near my vagina. i get a couple of blows in but nothing to serious.

[my dark side]

Once i am over my torture i look up and at the one that brought me here "Yes Master S" then i turn to look at the other guy " Yes Master Zeke. i understand and will obey "

"Please just dont hurt me".begging to them both lik emy life depended on it

[squidley]

Zeke and I escort the new sow into the breeding room. The room is long and low, made of heavy timbers. There are heavy timbers set cross wise at around chest height for various people. Each is carved to accept the heads and arms of the human sows to be bred. The stocks would look natural in some medieval torture chamber, which isn’t far from what this is. Three other naked women are already bound in the stocks and the stains of old spunk leaking from their abused cunts and dripping down their legs. Their ankles are bound in horizontal stocks so that their legs can not move, and an open platform for their rapists, allowing the men pumping their seed into the unwilling women’s pussy and asshole to rest upon are behind each woman. Wooden stools are arrayed in front of each woman, so a seated male can receive the oral attentions available from the bound women.

The new girl is marched down the narrow isle behind the already bound sows. One is obviously pregnant and red marks are her wrists, neck and legs mark the fact she has been standing in the stocks a long time. Each of the bound women wears a ball gag to silence their cries, and their faces are all tear stained. One has cruel red welts across her back from some whip or strap for a alleged transgression or failure.

The girl is placed in the stocks, the wooden members adjusted and she is locked in place. Secured as she is, it’s time for her breeding to start again. But I give Zeke the honors of her pussy for her first fuck in this living hell. His 12 inch long 3 inch wide cock will fill her like a stallion. In the mean time I move the stool in front of her face and pull my cock out for her face fuck. But I’ll wait until Zeke has finished. His monster cock will start her experience off right, but during her screams of agony her mouth might not be the best place for my cock. After, it should be fine to fill her face with jism from my raging hardon.

[my dark side]

I cry out in agony as he fills my hole with his dick, he seems to enjoy my agony as he thrusts harder and faster and it doesnt take long for him to cum deep in me. "Your turn with the slave" he says as he stangs up satisfied with his accompishment. The original guy walks in front of me and shoves his dick deep in my throat he shoves as hard and as fast as he can, it feels like he is trying to cause me pain.

[squidley]

Zeke fucked the sow admirably, his 12 inches of hard pistoning cock pump a cup of hot cum into her. I slide my dick into her hot and waiting mouth, the prod in my hand where she can see it. Sliding my dick down her throat, her dry tongue is raspy against my firm thick cock. Her hair drapes over her face and I brush the dark mass aside and look into her pleading eyes as my cock fills her mouth.

Having enjoyed the show of Zeke’s huge manhood pounding her pussy until it was sloppy, I dump my load deep into her mouth so she chokes on it. Her attitude has won no favors with me, and I take the waiting ball gag and hold it before her face.

“Now what do you say slave?” I ask and she looks dumbfounded at me. I fit the ball gag and then walk behind her, her ass held high in the air by the stocks. I pull one of the waiting rattan canes out. The cane makes a whistling sound as it cuts the air before slamming into her ass. The cane rises and falls ten times, leaving red angry welts on her round white ass. After the beating, I walk in front of her, and peer into her tear stained eyes.

“Next time slave, thank your Master for the pleasure of receiving his cum.”

[my dark side]

My ass is stinging from its beating it just recieved. I see the original guy looking at me and saying about thanking them for raping me, i wasnt gonna try and dissagree with him, im not that stupid i knew ide get beaten with the cane again. I look at him and nod my head so he knows i will comply with his demand.

I dont know what they have planned for me now but i know it cant be good,All i know is that i feel really sick from all the torture and no proper meals for ages.

[my dark side]

As i am on my knees, still choking from the collar that stopped me from hitting the ground. My mouth is help open as i see guys approaching me. I can hear the screams of th eother two girls in the background and i feel i am still going to pay for what i did in some way.

I see a group of guys forming a line to have their way with me.

[squidley]

The first man come up to 71 and grabs her head roughly, his hard cock hanging in her face. Finding the wet hole of her mouth with the tip of his cock he shoves his long shaft in the waiting maw. Grabbing the back of her head he buries his shaft all the way to his balls on the chained slut.

“Somebody give me a cane” he says and another slavegirl runs to comply. The cane offered and accepted he begins to lash viciously at 71’s ass while keeping his cock deep in her mouth.

Another man grabs one of 71’s feet, a cane in his hand as well, he starts to beat the sole of her foot in conjunction to the short thrusts of her mouth rapist.

Meanwhile, the show is just beginning. Cameron has finally sunk all the way onto the horse so that the warder with the whips begins his gruesome work. The flames of the fire next to Brittany have also been fanned into a crackling bonfire and the heat begins to slow roast her.

[my dark side]

I try to scream from the pain caused to me by the canes, however the guys dick is buried deep in my throat not letting even a peep out. My eyes water adn tears start to form even more. I gag with each thrust as chills run down my spine at the sounds of the girl screaming as she is being roasted alive.

[squidley]

I watch as 71 is mouth raped and beaten with the canes. The slut deserves no less in her foolish part of the attempted slave escape. The two other whores might not be so lucky and they might even die because of their stupidity.

Brittany is coated with the honey and oil mixture and is slowly turning bright red as she turns on the spit, and she screams into the shaft fucking her throat as she roasts. Hot air from the fire will soon parch her to silence and if the warder in charge of the BBQ doesn’t do something about it, her voice will fade forever.

The lictor handling the whip has started lashing Cameron’s small tits. Yet she endures the vicious blows silently. The girl either has a high pain threshold or is unconscious. Each impact of the whip shakes the girl and her tits are crushed by the impacts leaving red welts. Unsatisfied at his results, the man holding the whip discards it and selects another from a pail of cold brine. Tucking the whip under his arm, he dumps the cold brine over the bound woman on the horse. She coughs and shakes for a few moments before lapsing into a quiet stillness again. The new whip slams into her body with more force, but no more reaction. She remains curiously quiet under the heavy lashing.

Both women have fallen into silence, and even 71’s only softly moans as her throat is raped and her body beaten.

The fire next to Brittany is allowed to fade to hot coals to keep it from crisping her flesh. More oil and honey are added to keep her from burning and to let the heat work its painful magic on her.

Still there are more surprises for the slaves. One is about to be tested on 71. A warder approaches her from behind with a large metal chest. Setting it down behind her, he draws an object out of it and nudges aside the man caning her feet. With one quick thrust, he shoves it up her cunt mercilessly and begins to fuck her pussy with it.

The shock of the object’s insertion hits her hard and she screams into her face fuckers cock, still embedded into mouth. Her body convulses with each stroke of the object and her throat rapist pull her head hard to force his cock deep into her mouth as he shoots a stream of hot jism into her, just as the man behind her pounds her pussy with a hard frozen phallus of ice.

[my dark side]

Reluctantly I Move towards he, trying to think what to do, i dont want to torture her anymore then what she is being tortured.

As i reach her i walk to her head and slide the ice in her mouth alonge side them shaft of the spit that is already in there. I pretend as though im fucking her mouth hard with the ice as to not anger the onlookers, what i am infact trying to do is help and be nice to her by allowing her to swollow the melting ice. After a couple of moments the heat has caused the ice to fully melt away.

As i stand there i stay quiet and pray that my performance was beleiveable enough and hope that they will stop torturing us.

[squidley]

Wishes can sometimes be more than dreams. I watched carefully as 71 played with the ice dildo in Brittany’s mouth. Everyone else did too. 71 fooled no one by mouth fucking the tired girl slowly roasting on the spit with the rod of ice. We knew what she was trying to do, and silently I think all but the cruelest of the mob approved. The intent wasn’t to murder the girl after all, only to punish her; otherwise the fire would have been built beneath her and not to one side as it had been.

But the night’s entertainment was over, and I think everyone realized it. 71 stood there watching for a few moments as the silent decision was made and people began to move to remove Brittany from the spit. It is a slow process as she is burned over her entire body. Most of the burns are minor, a few are not. But with the extensive amount of burns, her life is in danger and the veterinarian sends her to the infirmary for treatment. 71 is recruited for stretcher duty to carry the burned slave to the small hospital.

It’s probably in 71’s best interest to go there as well. Considering that the rest of the slaves believe she turned Brittany and Cameron in to her own benefit, it is probable that many of the slave girls would do there best to take revenge if they could. She is no longer safe here, at least for the time being. So I’ve decided to make her my private pet…

71 carries the stretcher along with another slave all the way to the infirmary. Once there, Brittany is placed in a hospital bed and shackled to the bedposts by her ankles. Cameron is also there, occupying another bed, her eyes now open as she sobs quietly, an IV in her arm. Soon Brittany has her own IV running and the doc is placing wet compresses over her body to treat the worst of her burns.

Before 71 can leave the farm, there are certain things that must happen first. The table awaits for one.

“Girl, get over here” I command her, as I stand near the surgical table, an array of scalpels, knives, saws, drills and other sterilized tools sit on nearby tables to sample and mold her flesh.

[my dark side]

His voice harsh and words chilling, his eye glancing over his tools then stairing coldly at me waiting for my move. Staring back at him, i raise my hands to behind my hand and feel for the clasp holding my gag in place. After finding it and fiddling for a couple of seconds i unclip it and drop it to the ground, closing my mouth as soon as its removed to show i wont scream.

Not removing my focus from him, i solwly walk over towards him giving off the impression i am complying with his demand. As i reach him i instantly lunch towards him and wrap the lead that is attached to my collar around his neck and grab it tight in my hand, not tight enough to choke but enough to make him know i am serious.

Leaning into him i whisper in his ear "you have had your fun now you are gonna get me out of here and to freedom". Pushing him closer to the table "Now be good and slowly hand me a knife from the table while i can see your other hand the whole time. No funny stuff or this will be your last breath".

Grabbing the knife in my free hand i place it firmly against his back while still clutching the lead around his neck, the chain to my cuffs hanging out of the way. "Now i have mine, get one for yourself to use if people try to stop us. dont dare try to use it against meor you will be sorry" pressing my knife more into his back so he knows i mean it.

"Now start walking, you knwo what to do if anyone tried to stop us and no funny stuff if you want to live" Pushing him towards the door.

[squidley]

The veterinarian finds his own knife. A long curved dermatome, the 10 inch blade is sharper than a razor. Very quickly he also sounds the alarm which is received by the warders who come to the infirmary in response.

The warders’ response is quick and simple. They level 12 gauge shotguns on both of us, the girl with the knife who holds me captive and me as well. No body escapes the farm, alive anyway. The only escape, much as the victims in Auschwitz learned, is up a chimney.

The warders arriving quickly summon more help and two more of the men arrive with shotguns and we are quickly surrounded by the heavily armed men, their guns leveled on us.

“Girl, let him go and you might live through this. Otherwise you might just both die..” yells the leader of the men., “but in any case slave, you aren’t leaving this farm unless we want you to!”

[my dark side]

Pushing against the knife, forcing the tip to dig into the top coulpe of layers of skin, not enough to do any real damage but enough to cause pain and some blood to show him i mena buisness, " I warned you didnt i". Pulling the lead closed to me again causing his air to slightly be cut off, "now you have to get me past these people and to freedom without any more stuff ups".

I loosen the grip on the lead to its original spot again. Looking up at the surrounding people " I have bene raped, tortured and am now pregnent cause of you and this place, i am not afraid of dying since my nightmare occured". Pushing my now hostage towards the larger group of people that are blocking the door. I tug on the lead around my hostages neck " you are within reach of them, you know what i expect you to do" again holding my knife tight to his back but now just below his cut and bleeding wound. " No more funny buisness.