Every hole I had hole was filled, black gloves covering the hands that fisted me. I was screaming through the cock I was gagging on, trying to cry and beg, but no one was listening to me. These men were elbow deep in my cunt, in my ass. They were re-arranging my organs, and there was nothing I could do.
For days I’d been trapped and abused. I was branded, hooked, electrocuted, beaten, and all-around tortured. The other day it had been baseball bats, but today it was themselves. They said they wanted to feel how damaged I was inside. It made me wonder, was I damaged enough? Would I be getting out of here anytime soon? Or was I doomed to live in this dungeon forever, just a toy for them to torment, to torture, to trap? They were fucking me with their forearms.
Never did I ever think I would have to endure this type of not only humiliation, but body modification. I knew my holes would never unstretch. They would never be the same. I would never be able to fuck a man and have him tell me I was tight again. I’m for what? Because they had found me in an alley?
They took me because they could. They took me, because now they own me. I’ve always been a submissive for, but now I wish the true definition of property. As much as I wanted the pain to stop, I knew that if the pain stopped, I would just want it to happen all over again. They were fucking my holes, the worst part? They hadn’t needed any lube.