Gentlemen, we have something special for you. An American.

[smokieblue]

My arms tied at the wrists and dragged above my head, shoulders in pain from being reefed above me. The floor opens to reveal a deep dark pit. Many things move below me in the gloomy. I hear my screams echoing in the night, my pretty young face streamed with tears, struggling with all the power I have in me, trying to find a way put of this hell.
Looking into the eyes of the people in the room, “please some one help me, please make them let me go” the begging in my voice sounding weak & pathetic.
A roar of cheers boom through the room as I beg & plead for my freedom.
There is no help to be found within these walls tonight.
I hear the crank begin to turn again, down into the pit I slowly start to go, the figures in the darkness start to gather below me………..

[OldPerv]

The prisoners have become fond of this distraction,
...from their own fate.

She is lowered...ever so so slowly.

She screams...the crowd whistles and applauds.

...the prisoners wait anxiously.

At eye level...Donnie's sister looks into her eyes,
..."Good Bye."...simple words.
...yet so powerful.

[Jezebel]

( I don't mean to interupt, but I would just like to say "yum." I hope this is a never-ending story. Thank you for such a great read!)

[OldPerv]

I am always most honoured when some one takes the time,
to comment on one of my stories...

Sometimes, when I am growing tired of a story,
...a comment, like above pops up,
...and my perverted little mind is once again busy.

Thanks, to ALL who comment.

[OldPerv]

The echoed cheers of the prisoners below,
...bring the audience to it's feet.

As if some one had scored a goal, in the playoffs,
...the crowd rose and rushed forward,
...hoping for a front row spot on the rail,
...which overlooked the theatre below.

Her head and shoulders now just above the floor,
...her feet dangling, just out of reach,
...as the prisoners jumped toward her.

"Stop her there !"...the Crown Prince ordered.

The crowd went silent,
...the hole went silent.

The only sound was hers,
...twisting and turning, as if there was some hope of escape.
...whimpering, as she slipped into shock.

After enjoying those silent screams for a moment,
...the Prince approached the hole.

Every one moved aside.

With that, he withdrawn a small pocket knife.
...from his uniform pocket.

All eyes were on him,
...as he cut away the first layer of strands,
...on the rope that held her just above the prisoners reach.

"My dear friends...the more she twists and turns,
...in a vain attempt to escape our friends below,
...the sooner she will deliver herself,
...into their waiting arms."

The arena burst into cheers, applause, taunting jeers,
...and laughter, as she reacted with a frenzied display
of twisting, turning, screaming, pleading...whimpering.

The prisoners below jeered and howled,
...driving her into even more frenzied motion.
The prisoners taunting her...
"Come to papa"..."We love you sweetheart"...
"Form a line boys, dinner is served"...they taunted.

"Good Bye !"...the guests taunted, some kneeling down now,
...to look into her glazed eyes.

Some stood, perfectly still,
...their eyes glued to the unraveling strands of the rope,
...as it twisted and turned and danced, in shear torment and desperation.

Some looked into the frenzied hole.

They were the first ones,
...to notice a prisoner kneel.
They were the first ones,
...to see another climb unto his shoulders.
They were the first ones,
...to shout out cheers of encouragement.
They were the first ones,
...

[OldPerv]

The ones who peered deep into the frenzied hole,
...they were the first ones to see a young prisoner spring upward,
...on the shoulders of his kneeling partner.
...they saw him meet her midriff,
...grasp himself around her.

Her scream brought all the attention,
...to her desperate sprawling frame.

Except for a very few,
...still focused on the fraying rope.

As the young prisoner tried to climb up her writhing body,
...she managed to bring both legs forward, at once.
...sending him sprawling to the floor below.

The audience cheered for her desperate,
...yet futile victory.

Even the prisoners took time from their frenzied lust,
...to cheer out loud.

One final piercing scream,
...as the rope gave way,
...sending her into their waiting arms.

They caught her, in the air.
They quickly formed a circle.

One holding her left leg,
...one her right.

One holding her bound arms,
...one worked to unravel the rope.

Both arms now free,
...with one holding each,
...she was now spread eagle,
...the centre piece of their perfect circle.

They held her spread open, waist high.

One entered the circle between her legs,
...one entered between her spread arms.

One exposed himself,
...placing his manhood at her mouth.

She turned away,
...the slap to her head,
...echoed throughout the room.

Once again he placed himself.
...she turned away.

The sound of all the air leaving her body,
...echoed through the room,
...as the man between her legs brought his knee forward,
...with all his might.

"Open your fucking mouth!"...he screamed.

Every one watched, as he brought his leg back,
...for another blow.
Every one watched, as she opened her mouth,
...and didn't turn away.

One by one, they traded places.

One holding her left leg,
...one her right.

One holding her left arm,
...one her right.

One between her legs,
...one between her arms.

They passed her around the circle,
...until all had their turn.

When the last man covered her trembling body,
...they held her above their heads,
...in victory.

...then dropped her to the floor.

...the crack echoed throughout the room.

[OldPerv]

When the last man had spend himself upon her,
...they held her above their heads, in Victory.

...they dropped her.

...the crack echoed through out the room.

...a deafening silence followed.


The crowd was silent...
The hole was silent...
The world was silent...


...they all watched.

Then....

...a twitch, from her motionless, silent body,
...then another,...and another.

...a muffled moan.
...an attempt at a scream, but too painfull.

[OldPerv]

As the broken young lady lay uncontrollably twitching, whimpering,

...otherwise unable to move, on the cold cement floor below,

...the ceiling above began to close.

A final curtain call, on a brilliant performance by the prisoners,
...for the band of traders of human flesh above.

The crowd burst into frenzied applause, cheers, jeers
...and wild screams of ecstasy.

The floor now closed, became an impromptu dance floor.

Music blared...lights flashed...

Girls from the local village were led into the room,

...they would dance all night, driven to frenzy by the knowledge that,
...twenty feet below, a young girl was breathing her last pathetic breaths,
...all for their sheer entertainment.

The scene in the hole below was quite different though.

The prisoners stood against the circular walls of the hole,
...looking down at her.

Her broken being,
...twitching,
...whimpering,
...grasping for breath.

Otherwise, unable to move,
...as she lay, as the centre piece,
...on the cold cement floor.

One by one, the prisoners sat,
...theirs eyes fixed on her.

There was pity in their eyes.

Even the harshest of criminals began to realize,
...they had been used.

They sat there watching,
...silent,
...motionless.

Finally, the gang leader rose, removed his jacket.
He motioned to the others.

With their hands, they formed a human stretcher,
...they lifted her ever so gently,
...and placed her on the jacket, to protect her from the cold cement floor.

One by one, they took turns,
...feeding her tiny sips of water.

One by one, they took turns,
...offering tiny pieces of their scarce bread.

One by one, they took turns,
...trying to calm her, by gently stroking her long blond hair.

One by one...they fucked her.

There was plenty of compassion for this broken young lady, in the hole.

But they were men.
They were men, not waiting in the hole, for saint hood.

She was a woman,
...a woman who offered no resistance.

She was,
...the only woman.

It was not a frenzy, as before.
In fact quite calm, almost democratic.

The strongest man first,
...then the next,
...then the next,
...

Not all at once, as before.
Perhaps one, every couple of hours.

In the meantime,

One by one, they took turns,
...offering tiny sips of water.

One by one, they took turns,
...offering tiny pieces of their scarce bread.

One by one, they took turns,
...stroking her long blond hair.

One by one, they took turns,
...

[hornybisexualbitch]

wow that is really good, you have a very nice talent, also, i like the last post, it had compassion, yet you included the men being nice and fucking her at the same time, that was nice, or well intresting at the least.

[Tristin]

This story is really good!

[Jezebel]

Once again, it's amazing. I still am not sure how to feel about what happened in the last section.

[OldPerv]

Originally Posted by Tristin

This story is really good!

...hope we can have a long and mutually satisfying time together.

[hornybisexualbitch]

i cant wait to see what you wonderfully perverted mind will cum up with next,

[Deadly_Romance]

Simply addicting.

[OldPerv]

As the ceiling closed on the prisoners hole,
...it formed an impromtu dance floor,
...in the theatre above.

Young girls, from the nearby village were lead into the room.
...they would dance the night away.

Music blaring, lights flashing,
...whiskey flowing like water.

The young girls knew they were there to do more than dance,
...but for now, it was a welcome diversion.

It was their chance to earn enough, in a single night,
...to feed there poor families for a month.

For the Crown Prince, it was much cheaper,
...than spoiling the shipment of young ladies,
...waiting in the storage room for sale.

The kidnapped American, Russian and European girls,
...waiting to go to auction, would fetch a handsome some.

The girls from the local village, worked much cheaper,
...about the cost of a cup of coffee.

Many of the village girls had been here many times before.
They had come to look forward to these events.
Their families would not go hungry.

One young village girl, in particular, appeared shaken.
It was her first visit to the compound.

She new, from the stories in the village,
...what to expect.

Her mother had told her the rest,
...as she lead her young daughter from the village.

She had never been to the compound before.
She had never been with a man before.

She stood in the centre of the floor,
...music blaring, lights flashing,
...with her own mother, standing behind her,
...holding her hands firmly at her side,
...she was about to become the entertainment.

It was an odd twist,
...to traditional stags.

But Kristy had began to know,
...odd was normal.

Young Prince Donnie approached the girl.

The young girls mother stood behind her,
...firmly holding her daughter's hands,
...at her side.

Donnie glanced up and down her tender young, trembling frame.

His hand came forward,
...he gently fondled her soft long hair,
...he looked into her teary eyes, she looked away,
...he looked down, to see her mother's firm grasp.

His hand came forward,
...his hand slid down her long slender neck,
...his hand slid down between her small, well rounded young breasts,
...his hand moved back up, to the first of twenty tiny buttons,
...on the front of her otherwise simple cotton dress.

He looked into her eyes,
...as his hand slowly undid the first button,
...she looked away.

One by one, he exposed her to the silent crowd.

One by one, until his hand slid between her trembling legs,
...her mother holding her hands,
...firmly at her side.

Donnie tired of this pace,
...at her midriff, he grabbed both sides of her gown,
...and he tore it apart.

He slipped the simple gown over her slender shoulders,
...it dropped down her back, stopping around her tender wrists,
...which her mother held firmly at her side.

She was almost completely exposed to the crowd.

Cat calls and applause,
...once again filled the theatre.

Donnie took one of her tiny trembling hands,
...from her mothers grasp.

As Donnie lead her towards a throne like chair,
...her mother released the grip,
...on her young daughters other hand.

She released her trembling young daughter ,
...in to his will.

When Donnie reached the special chair,
...with the young village girl, in his grasp,
...he pulled the gown over her trembling young hands,
...it dropped graciously to the floor.

Donnie sat in the throne like chair,
...he pulled her down unto her knees, before him.
...he placed her tiny hand in his lap,
...he looked into her teary eyes,
...she looked away.

In a soft calm, almost reassuring voice,
...he simply said,
..."take it out."

He looked into her teary eyes,
...she was trembling more noticeably now.

She didn't look away,
...she looked down.

She felt the presence behind her,
...without looking, she knew.
Her mother had once again taken position,
...behind her.

Sobbing almost to convulsions now,
...she reached for Donnie's zipper.

As the tiny young village girl,
...took a man's stiff penis into her hand,
...for the very first time,
...cat calls and applause, filled the theatre,
...as her mother pushed the trembling young girls head,
...onto Donnie's stiff shaft.

The tiny young girls mother knelt behind her trembling daughter,
...grasping her daughters pony tail,
...moving her head up and down,
...ever so gently, but firmly.

She whispered words of encouragement into her daughters ear,
...as she rhythmatically fucked her sobbing young daughter's face.

Donnie leaned back,
...with a sudden load moan,
...her exploded into the young village girls virgin mouth.

When he had expelled the last drop,
...he turned to the table beside him,
...he picked up a full glass of whiskey,
...he handed it to the sobbing young girls mother.

With that, the young girls mother turned her around,
...to face the crowd.

"Show them !"...she ordered.
...the young girl obediently opened her mouth, for all to see.

Cat calls and applause filled the theatre,
...as the mother held the glass to her sobbing young daughter's lips.

The girl drank it all, like a champ.

Applause filled the theatre,
...the young girl was lead away,
...to be cleaned up and returned for use later.

Attention turned to the remaining young village girls,
...the theatre turned into an instant orgy.

Even the young village girls mother,
...grabbed, stripped and used,
...by an overly eager flesh trader.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY....

[hornybisexualbitch]

lol, lovely

[OldPerv]

...the music blared
...the lights flashed
...the whiskey flowed
...the cum shot everywhere.

One by one,
...men left for the bedrooms,
...taking a young village girl with them,
...some taking two.

One by one,
...women left for the bedrooms,
...taking a young village girl with them,
...some taking two.

The Crown Prince had hired more girls than invited quests,
...but some guests were greedy.

Soon, there were more men,
...than innocent young village girls.

But that didn't stop them,
...it never had before.

A line-up had formed behind the virgin girl's mother,
...they took turns fucking the ass,
...of the mother,
...who had held her daughter,
...to be used.

Elsewhere, several men,
...used young girls,
...as a team,
...one, or even two,
...in each hole.

Donnie stood from his throne,
...he walked to the front of the line.

"Excuse me gentlemen, I don't mean to interrupt,
...but I am ready to fuck this young lady's daughter now."

"I will send her back to you, when I am done with her."

Jeers, cheers and applause filled the arena.

He sent his maidens to fetch the young virgin village girl.
"Bring her to my quarters."

He grabbed the girls mother,
...passed her to Kristy and Jennifer.

He approached his parents.
"Mother, will you join us?"

His mother's eyes sparkled with delight.
"Of course my son, I would be delighted.

As they all assembled, in Donnie's bedroom,
...he instructed them.

Donnie's mother looked into Kristy's eyes and smiled.
Donnie was ruling the activities in his domain,
...like a true King.

"You've turned my sweet young Donnie into a man.",
...she whispered into Kristy's ear.

It was a unique set of restraints that held the young virgin in place,
...somehow, evilly symbolic.

...the young virgins mother held her right hand,
...firmly stretched above her head.

...the young Prince's mother held her left hand,
...firmly stretched above her head.

...the young Prince's future bride held her left leg,
...stretched firmly to one corner of the bed.

...the future bride's slave held her right leg,
...stretched firmly to the other corner of the bed.

Donnie laid himself on top of the trembling, pleading girls tiny frame,
...he opened the front of his robe,
...the back of the robe covered them.

As he drew back to position himself,
...he looked into the young virgins mothers eyes,
...she was starting to cry,

...feeling her daughter struggle, holding her firmly.
...hearing her daughter plead, calling on her mother for help,
...she held her firmly.

The mother knew this had to happen,
...for the sake of the family.

The mother knew she could not give in to the emotions,
...wanting ever so much to rescue her virgin daughter.

The mother knew she had to be strong,
...for the sake of the family.

The mother drew a huge breath,
...looked intently into Donnie's eyes,
...and said simply,

"Fuck her!"

[hornybisexualbitch]

awww such raw emotions, shame life is a bitch.

[OldPerv]

The room was silent,
...even the young girl laid silent, still, awaiting.

He thrust himself forward.
...she screamed the most beautiful, shrieking scream,
...as he tore her apart.

Just the sound of it,
...and the terror in her eyes.

It drove him into a frenzy,
...like a wild animal.

He pounded himself in and out of her ripped young flesh.

"Wait"..he yelled.

"Kristy, have the maidens hold her."

"Kristy, mount her face."

"I want to hear her scream into my brides vagina!"

...the maidens took Kristy's place,
...holding her left ankle.

[hornybisexualbitch]

yummy