CHAPTER ONE

My life changed at the tender age of fifteen. Just fifteen, and since then, I have never actually looked back or regretted what happened. Had my mother known, she would have raised hell, but she never found out. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her. I valued living a little more than that.

I had wanted something we couldn’t really afford. It was a dress for the school party the following week. I had been begging for this particular dress for weeks, and was no nearer getting it. My mother simply kept informing me it was too expensive, and I should wear the one I had worn the previous year. The fact I had grown, in more than one direction, seemed lost on her.

In the end I started nagging my father. He was older than my mother by a good ten years. What she saw in him I simply couldn’t see. I used to lie awake at nights listening to them bouncing up and down on their bed. It was obvious they were having sex, but I always considered him old and ugly.

My father had a grey beard, his hair rarely if ever combed, and he only changed his shirt when my mother nagged him to do so. He was not the best dressed man in the town.

But I wanted that dress, and he was my last resort. I had to find a way to get him to buy it for me.

He allowed me to nag him for a week, telling me he would think about it, but the dress was far too expensive. At least he didn’t suggest the same as my mother, that I wear the year old dress.

All my friends would be wearing something new, and I did not want to be the one they poked fun at. True, my friends were financially better off then us, but that made no difference to me. Hell, I was fifteen, and at that age, being laughed at was worse than being ignored.

At the end of the week my father took me to one side, while my mother was at work. Why I wasn’t at school that day, I cannot remember, but what happened, is burned into my mind forever.

I had just got out of the shower, and was wrapped in a towel when my father entered my bedroom. It didn’t matter that I was naked under the towel, he had seen me semi naked and naked so many times, it meant nothing any more. Not to me, but apparently, it did to him.

“you have grown into a nice young women” he started, sitting on the bed next to me as he had done so many times before. “I really think you should have that dress you want for the party, but as you know, it will cost a lot of money.”

I started to say something, but my father cut me off.

“There is a way to get it, depending on how badly you want it”.

Subconsciously, I wriggled a little, and the towel slipped from over my breasts. I actually didn’t care, he had seen them, and much more, enough times to know what they looked like. I didn’t even bother pulling the towel up again.

To be honest, I thought I had nice tits even then. They swelled out and filled a nice 24 C bra, and I knew I was getting admiring looks from some of the boys at school. This was one of the areas my mother seemed no to have noticed had changed in the last year. The dress I had worn then, would be far too tight now.

Before I could react, my father’s hand cupped the breast nearest to him. I pulled back, both shocked and surprised at him.

I made to raise the towel and stand up, but his hand on my shoulder held me down.

“You want the dress, and I want you. If I get what I want, you get what you want. We wont tell your mother how you persuaded me to buy it, and wee both get what we want.”

It took a few seconds for what he was saying to sink in. he wanted sex with me, his own daughter. I was a virgin at the time, and apart from him, no male had seen me naked since the doctor at the hospital when I was born. And now, he, the old ugly creature, wanted sex with me.

I didn’t even fully understand what sex was. I had heard him and my mother groaning in their own bedroom many times, but I had no real idea.

“You must be mad” I shouted at him. “If I tell mom what you just said, she would kill you”

My father looked at me and laughed.

“Tell her then. Firstly she wont believe you, and secondly, you don’t get that dress. I will say the same as she does, in front of her, that you should wear last year’s dress. Its your choice Alice. Give me what I want, and I will give you what you want, and we both end up happy”.

He had me over a barrel. If the dress was ot so important, I would have told him no. but if I didn’t get it, either I couldn’t go to the party, or I would have to wear the other dress, and that would lead to me getting bullied.

Had I not been so insistent that it was that particular dress I wanted.

But he knew he had given me no choice. My mother would not have believed me if I told her what he had said. The same way that she still loved him, she always believed every word he told her. If I said no, I would be the loser. If I said yes, though I would get the dress, I would still lose out. My father was in a no-lose situation, and the only way I could win, was to pay the price he was asking of me.

Reluctantly I nodded my head. I had no choice.

I felt his fingers take hold of the towel and begin to pull it away from me. I had never worried about him seeing me naked before, but now, for some strange reason, I didn’t want him to do so. But for all his age, he was far stronger than me, and within minutes the towel lay in a heap on the floor.

He took my hand and placed it on his trousers, at the groin. I could feel something hard inside his trousers, and to me, at that time, it felt massive. I had never seen a cock before, and certainly not an erection. He started to rub my hand slowly up and down his cock, outside his trousers. I could feel his cock move, jerk, but I could never have imagined what it would feel like.

Slowly, he pressed me down onto the bed, his hands on my breasts, forcing me to concede. He moved his head and closed his lips over one of my nipples. The emotion hit me like a ton of bricks. The feeling I got as he suckled my nipple was something I had never felt before. It was warmth, it was tingling.

I never even heard him unzip his trousers, my whole being was centred on the teeth nipping gently on my nipples. First one, then the other. I felt him slowly push my knees apart, but felt totally powerless to stop him. Whether I knew what would come next, I really can’t say.  But as he moved position and leant over me, between my legs, I remember begging him not to do this.

By then, it was far too late to stop him. I tried in vain to close my legs, but he was already deep between them, and I could feel his bare legs on mine. I could feel something touch me, between my legs, pressing gently at my most private parts.

I tried to pull back up the bed to get away from him, but his grip on me was far too strong, and I could feel his cock pressing at me.

I had no idea what to expect. No-one had told me about sex, and certainly no0one had told me about losing virginity.

I could feel his cock pressing slowly deeper, stretching my pussy. It didn’t hurt, but it felt uncomfortable. I again tried to mover away, but there was nowhere to go, and I felt him press deeper.

At the same time his lips covered mine, and he began to kiss me. I had been kissed before, and had been French kissed before, but even as I tried to resist what he was doing, my father’s tongue found its way into my mouth, pressing and swirling around my own.

It was at that point that he chose to move his hips harshly, forcing his cock deep inside me.

The pain hit me like a wall. It centred deep inside my pussy, and his cock slid all the way inside me. I felt something warm and sticky on my inner thighs, which I later found to be blood. My father had burst through my hymen, and now nothing was going to stop him taking his prize. Me.

His hips began to move backwards and forwards and I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me, never fully out, but always pressed totally inside me.

The initial pain had diminished, and now only the pain in my head was evident.

I have no idea how long it lasted. But it felt like a lifetime. His cock was rammed hard into me, my squeals of pain and hurt totally ignored.

All of a sudden he pulled right out of me, his hand grabbing his cock as he stood over me. I was too weak to move, as he began to stroke his own cock hard and fast. His spunk lashed out of the end of his cock, surprising me. I felt it land on my legs, my stomach and on my thighs. I was too dumbstruck to move away from it, feeling the warm juices land on my body.

He was breathing heavily, and he was red in the face, but there was a contented smile on his lips. The redness I could see splattered on his cock, was my virgin blood.

As his breathing slowly became normal again, my father said nothing, but simply pulled his trousers up, smiled, and left my bedroom.

That was the first time, but he would make sure it was not the last. He knew he could now blackmail me into doing anything he wanted. He would do so many times.

I did get the dress, and I did go to the party, and he simply told my mother he had won on the horses, and had bought it as a gift.

What he didn’t tell her was that I was the horse. Though that is a different story.

That night I lay awake, listening to my parents having sex. This time, I was sure I could feel him inside me again as I listened, the tears running down my cheeks as I realised the price I had paid for my new dress.

CHAPTER TWO

It had been three weeks since the school party, and four weeks since I had paid for the dress with my virginity.

My father had been looking at me differently since that day, and I was sure my mother had seen it. But she seemed oblivious to it. Many times since then I had heard them having sex, but now I knew exactly what she was feeling. I had been there myself.

That weekend my mother said she was going to her sisters for the weekend,  something she did often. That left me and my father alone in the house for the first time since that fateful day.

I didn’t expect anything to happen. We had made an agreement, and to be honest, he had kept his part. I wasn’t exactly the bell of the ball, but I did get admiring looks from a lot of males. I didn’t miss out on very many dances. Especially the slow ones.

I was in the kitchen preparing out lunch on the Saturday when my father suddenly appeared behind me. I didn’t hear him come in, but I could feel him pressing against my back as I was peeling the potatoes.

“You know, Alice. You were very good that day. And I think we should do it more often”.

I tried to get away from him, but his hands were around my waist, and I had nowhere to go.

“In fact” he continued. ”I think we should do it right now. Here.”

I opened my mouth to tell him top get lost, but he spun me round, and before the words could escape my mouth, I found my lips covered with his, his tongue diving straight into my open mouth, killing my words.

One arm was holding me tight against him, the other was now mauling my breasts. Mauling, there was no other way to say it. He was squeezing them hard, one, then the other, as he held me tight so I could not move.

Moments later, his hand moved down, and I felt him lift my skirt up. I tried to get away, but I was, again, powerless in his grip.

His hand travelled up my thigh, and I felt his fingers touch me. The more I struggled, the tighter he held me, his lips still locked on mine, allowing no scream to escape.

Suddenly he stopped, and stood back.

“If you say no, Alice, I will report you to child welfare, telling them you had sex with some strange boy. They will check you out, and find you are no longer a virgin. You will be taken into care, and never see your mother again. Its your choice Alice. You either agree, or get sent away. I can have you in a home within an hour.”

Tears filled my eyes in seconds. Why was he doing this? Surely he couldn’t have me put in a home. What if I told them that he was the one who had taken my virginity. My own father.

But I knew it would be his word against mine, and they would believe him over me.

This was the second time he had left me no choice. I would die if I didn’t see my mother again. She was everything to me. The only part of my life she didn’t know about, was having sex with my own father. That would kill her, or she would disown me.

And if my father did what he said he would do, have me taken into care, not only would I never see her again, she would know that her little daughter had been having underage sex. That would also kill her.

My father had all the answers, and the power to get what he wanted. Even as he had said it, and the realisation hit me, I knew he would use the same tool against me anytime he wanted me.

As with last time, he was in a no-lose situation. But this time, I had everything to lose, and nothing to show for hat he was about to do to me.

Reluctantly, I allowed him to take me to my bedroom, and allowed him to undress me. Unlike the previous time, this time my father also got undressed, and I saw his cock for the first time. At the time, I thought it was massive. But over the years since, I have discovered his was only average.

But at the age of fifteen, having only ever felt his cock, and not seen it, it looked massive. I could have sworn he would never get it inside me, but he already had once, and was about to do so again.

As he lay me down on the bed I knew what was expected of me, and silently and obediently I opened my knees wide to let him lay between them.

I felt his weight on top of me, and his hand guiding his cock to it’s new home. Moments later, I felt it start to enter me. I waited for the pain that had come the first time, but it didn’t come. His cock slid deeper, and still the pain didn’t come.

He was moving slower this time than he had before, less urgency. I thought that perhaps he had wanted it over and done with before my mother came home from work on the previous occasion, but she was away for the whole weekend now, and the chances of getting caught, were non-existent.

He moved slowly, and deeply, his hips touching mine as he moved forwards burying the whole of his cock in me.

I still expected to feel the pain, but it never arrived, but there was something else, something I had never felt before.

His cock seemed to be rubbing at a certain spot in my pussy, and I could actually feel my pussy starting to leak. I knew her hadn’t cum yet, as he was both still inside, and still moving. But I was definitely leaking.

I was also getting a warm sensation I could not isolate. It seemed to be everywhere, and even though her was not manhandling them, my nipples seemed to be sensitive. His body brushing against them as he moved, set shivers down my spine.

The warmth grew, and became hotter. My own hips were unconsciously rising to meet his as he pressed his cock into me, my hands had sneaked round and were holding him, actually pulling him into me.

I was out of control. He had wanted it, but now it was happening, I wanted it more than he did. My hips crashed against his as he drove forwards, my hads pulling him harder, deeper into me.

The heat in my body was growing, and growing. I could feel it between my legs, as he crashed constantly against my clit.

I felt him start to move faster, and remembered that the last time, he had done that just before sending that white juices onto me.

Why I did it, I don’t know, but I felt myself wrap my legs around his hips. Dragging him into me, not allowing him to escape. He had the power to get me into this position, but he no longer held sway over the situation.

I felt him trying to pull away from me, but I held him deep inside me, my thighs showing strength I never knew I had.

Suddenly, I heard a scream. And it took me a few seconds to realise it was coming from my own mouth. The sensation I felt I could never describe.

I was hot, in ways I had never felt before. I didn’t want what was happening to ever end. Wave after wave of euphoria swept through my whole body, and centred on my pussy. I could feel my father trying to pull away from me, but my legs refused to open, holding him inside me. I could feel his cock jerk, deep in my pussy, and even then I knew what was happening. He was filling me with his fluid, and even though I knew I could get pregnant, the sensations in my body needed to be satiated, regardless of the cost.

How many times I screamed, I don’t know. I don’t remember opening my legs, but suddenly, my father was on the floor, his juices seeping from my open pussy. He looked shocked, totally taken aback,

Little did he know then, what a monster he had created. What he had given me, I wanted more of. I wanted it often, and hard. I wanted that feeling again and again. And he would give it to me, or else.

He had taken my innocence, and now, he would feed my need. Whatever it took, he would feed it. And if he couldn’t, he would have to find someone who could.

The lines had shifted in a single moment. In a single orgasm.

CHAPTER THREE

Twice more that weekend he had fucked me. The first time didn’t satisfy the need in me, but the second one came closer.

I found him trying to avoid me, if I went into a room he was in, he found a reason to leave.

It was when I caught him in the kitchen, cooking our lunch that I told him that if he didn’t fuck me when I wanted, or found someone who would, I would tell the News Of the World what he had done. Either him, or someone else, when I wanted it, as often as I wanted it.

He had created a monster, and now, he had to feed it.

He tried. In fact, he tried very hard, but after forcing him to cum inside me, it had frightened him. I guess he was more worried about me getting pregnant than I was.

It was on the Monday night, after my mother had come home, that he finally spoke to me. He told me that he could arrange someone to fuck me, but only if his wife didn’t find out. It would be a neighbour, a close neighbour. But she was never, ever, to find out.

I agreed. I needed someone’s cock inside me. Anybody’s cock.  It was a need that would not go away.

It was arranged that on Wednesday I would meet this guy in the park, would let him shag me, as long as I never ever mentioned it to anyone.

It came as a big surprise when I discovered who it was. What my father didn’t know, was that this guy had tried it on with me when I was only twelve, and he had failed. I used to baby sit for him and his wife, but after he had tried it on with me, I had stopped.

Now though, he would not fail. Now, I would let him have what he wanted, and I would give it willingly.

We were in the bushes, away from prying eyes, and my hand was already rubbing his cock through his trousers. It seemed harder, and thicker than my father’s. but it didn’t matter to me. I wanted what he had, and I wanted it now.

I found myself unzipping his trousers, ad pulling his cock out. It WAS thicker than my father’s, but about as long. And it was already leaking. I pulled him down to the grass and waited, as he positioned himself between my open thighs.

I couldn’t wait for him to enter me, to fuck me. Even as I felt the head of his cock enter me, I lifted my hips to meet it.

He didn’t take me hard and fast. He was taking his time. But, he was touching whatever my father had touched inside me, and I felt the warmth start to build up quickly.

I was lifting my hips to meet every thrust. I wanted all he had inside me, and I  would take it, willingly. For over ten minutes he laboured, I felt him ram his hips against mine, but still it wasn’t enough. I wanted, needed, more.

I heard his breathing quicken, and I knew he was close. My legs wrapped around him, trapping him, he was not going anywhere until I got what I wanted from him. I wanted his cum. And I wanted it deep inside me. And I was going to get it.

I felt him jerk. He was trying to pull out of me, but my legs gripped him tightly. Forcing him to stay deep in my pussy, as his cock spilled it’s load in me. Only when I felt him cum, did my own orgasm kick in. it was out of control, it filled my very being, as wave after wave of heat ripped through me.

I could see from his face that he had not wanted to cum inside me, but there was nothing he could have done about it. Once he had stuck his cock inside me, I was in charge. And I would only release him when he had filled my need.

Within minutes of finishing, he was dressed, and had gone. I stood up and felt his juices tricking down my thighs, and smiled to myself. I made no attempt to wipe them away, nor to hide them, leaving my knickers in the bushes where he had finally got what he had wanted. It had taken him two years, but he had finally got it.

No-one would ever have to wait two years ever again. They had what I craved, and I would take it from them. The cost didn’t matter. I needed to feel hard cock inside me.

I needed to be able to get my own cock, and I knew how to do it.

The next week I took a Saturday job at the local supermarket, putting my money on one side. I would need that to fulfil my dream.

One of the boys I was working with was only sixteen, but every time we were alone, he made suggestions. He was younger than the two guys who had so far fucked me, but what the hell. If he carried on, he would get there.

It was my fourth weekend there, and I wore a new skirt and top I had bought, the skirt really hid nothing, and the top was so tight I almost had to sew it on. I knew that if he saw what was on offer, he would be tempted to try.

It was late afternoon when it happened, in the large store room at the back. I had bent over, deliberately flashing myself, knowing he was behind me. I felt a hand on my back, and as I turned round, his lips met mine.

Nothing was said. He had found what he wanted, and I was not going to refuse him. I had made sure he would get the message, and now he had, I was not about to tell him to get lost.

We moved behind a couple of high pallets, and within seconds his hands were all over my tits. I didn’t wear a bra, and his fingertips found my nipples easily. It still surprised me how sensitive they were. The slighte4st touch and my insides started to dance.

I allowed my hand to fall to his crotch, making sure he knew I was available to him. He didn’t refuse the bargain he was being offered. I felt his hand slide up my skirt, and seconds later, his hand was rubbing my pussy through my thin knickers. Had it not been for the shortness of the skirt, I would perhaps have not eve worn any,  but I had to stay within the rules set by the company.

I wasn’t sure what we were doing, and about to do, was within the rules, but it was a mutual thing. He wanted me, and now, he would get me.

As soon as I lay down he was all over me. His hands teased my nipples. And my pussy. He had rubbed the magic spot several times, and I  knew I was already leaking. It didn’t seem to take much to get me turned on. He hadn’t even ask my name or my age, and his hands were already inside my knickers. I felt him pull them to one side, his fingers exploring my pussy. I was already shaking with excitement. Whether it was him. Or the possibility of getting caught, I don’t know, but I had never felt so turned on.

As his fingers slipped inside my pussy, my hips raised to meet him. I had no control over them. They were sexually motivated, and they would take whatever came close.

I unzipped his trousers and within seconds had his cock in my hands. It was thinner, but what it lacked in girth, it made up for in length. It was at least eight inches long, and I wanted it worse than anything I had aver wanted.

I felt him roll over onto me, and My legs opened to accommodate him. He hadn’t even bothered pulling my knickers down, he simply pulled them to one side, as he guided his cock towards it’s target. A target that was willing and waiting for him.

There was no finesse at all. His cock touched my pussy, and seconds later he was ramming into me, his hands under my hips, lifting them to meet him. Not that he needed to do that, I was more than happy to lift them myself.

His cock seemed to reach parts nothing else had, and I was wet within second. I could actually hear him squelch as he literally rammed himself deep inside me.

I bit my tongue to stop myself screaming out, as his cock did what I wanted it to do. I shook feverishly, my control had long gone. And I felt my legs wrap around him. I don’t know if he intended to pull out at the last minute or not, but I wasn’t giving him that option. I used my legs to pull him ever deeper. Feeling him hitting something deep inside me.

I heard him groan. He was breathing as if he couldn’t catch his breath, and I felt his cock jerk deep in my pussy. Seconds later I felt that familiar warmth that came whenever anyone came inside me.  My own orgasm triggered by it.

I held him deep within me, as my whole body shook with the effects as the orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave. There was no escaping what it did to me. It was like a volcano exploding in my pussy, and he would not escape me until the volcano subsided.

I could feel his cock softening while still inside me, his load spent. I wondered what he would do if he knew he had just fucked a fifteen year old. I was tempted to tell him. But I didn’t.. He was still lying on the floor, out of breath, as I stood up and left him. I left the store at the same time, walking out. It would not take long, now, for him to find out my age. I needed new blood. I needed older blood, more experienced blood. And I knew now that I needed it more than anything else.

And I had now earned enough to get it.

Alice was now loose, and on the rampage.

CHAPTER FOUR

I was now having to live two lives, and trying to make sure I kept them separate.

At home, and during the day at school, I was the innocent fifteen year old who shied away from any talk of sex, and took a wide berth away from any of the boys in school who had bragged they were sex machines looking for another conquest.

In the evenings I was a black widow, after more that people were willing to give me, and when I got it, dropping them as if they were  nothing. Only three people were regular sex partners, though my father was taking me less and less.

At least the men were now using condoms, probably afraid I would get pregnant and name them as father. That would have taken a lot of explaining to their wives.

Danny was one of my regular guys. And if my father had known about him, he would have hit the roof.

I had met Danny in the cinema where I sometimes went to pick guys up. I had learned to dress and look older, me height and tits, and the makeup I learned to apply, were often good enough.

I would deliberately sit close to a guy sat on his own, though in the cinema lights, it was hard to see what they looked like.

I would wait until we were well into the film, and then slowly pull my skirt up my thighs, and place my hand between my legs, gently playing with myself. The majority of the time, it gained the intended victim’s attention, and held it.

Danny was one of those who had seen what I was doing, and had moved closer to get a better view. I knew I had hooked him, and opened my legs wider, so there could be no doubt about what I was doing, as I slipped two fingers into my already wet pussy.

Only one or two actually came and sat next to me, most sat close enough to see, but no nearer. That was fine by me, I didn’t want to fuck them in front of everyone, I simply wanted them interested enough to make a play for me when I left the cinema.

Danny was as interested as anyone, and I heard his footsteps behind me within yards of leaving the cinema.

“That was quite an exhibition young lady”. The voice came from behind me, but I knew who it was without turning round.

“Do you just try to wind men up, or do you follow through”.

I slowly turned around to face him.

He was a coloured man, the reason my father would have hit the roof, in his late twenties, dressed in a suit. I quickly spotted the wedding ring on his left hand.  I knew I had got him.

“I follow through with the right guy” I answered, looking him straight in the eye.

“What does it take to be the right guy?”. He asked.

“Can we go to your place?” I asked, already knowing the answer as his right hand moved self consciously to cover the wedding ring on his other hand.

“No” he answered, but I have the use of a friend’s flat not far away”.

“Give me the address, and if you are the right guy, I will meet you thee in an hour. If you are not the right guy, you lose nothing” I answered.

He gave me an address less than ten minutes away, and I smiled as I began to walk in the opposite direction. I would be at the flat, and I guessed he knew I would. But I was going to make him wait.

I stood and watched the curtains flicker a few times, as he watched to see if I was coming. The hour was almost up, and he must have now been thinking I was just a tease.

My finger hit to doorbell, and I heard feet rushing to the door inside the flat. The door opened and he stood there in his shirt sleeves. Nothing other than removing his jacket had changed. Had he been certain I would appear, he would have made himself more relaxed. He hadn’t even taken his tie off.

“You came then” the smile showed his white teeth off.

“Not yet, but I will do” I laughed. As he let me into the flat..

he handed me a glass, which I sipped slowly at. I had never had whisky before, in fact, Danny was going to introduce me to a lot of things I had never tried before. And his black cock was going to be one of them.

I had heard rumours, as everyone does, that black cocks are bigger than white ones. I can now say from experience, that some are, and some are not.

I didn’t know what to expect as Danny led me into the bedroom, and sat me on the bed. I saw him start to get undressed, and began to follow suit. Under my tight top and  my skirt, I wore only a pair of knickers and a matching bra. The bra came off first, but as I moved to take the knickers off, Danny stopped me.

“Not yet” he said. “Taking them off is my job.”

He stood in front of me, now totally naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. It was about as thick as my father’s cock, but longer.  Much longer, and Danny’s was still limp. I knew even before we started that I would not take all of that inside me.

I expected him to throw me back onto the bed, rip my knickers off, and fuck my brains out. Instead, he knelt on the floor, opening my legs, and leaned forwards.

I had no idea what he was going to do, but a bolt of electricity ran through me as I felt the tip of his tongue touch me, through my knickers.

Immediately, I thrust my hips out to meet his tongue. I had never experienced this before, it felt dirty, it felt strange, but most of all, it was making me horny. Hornier than I had ever felt before.

I felt him slide my knickers to one side, and his tongue came into direct contact with my pussy for the first time. He slowly licked the lips up and down, before I heard as loud moan, and realised it was coming from me.

His tongue had simply flicked across my clit, and it sent me out of control. I had known fort some time that my clit was sensitive, but Danny’s tongue? I had never known a feeling like it before. I was already cumming, as I felt his tongue slide between my pussy lips, drinking from me as I shuddered in orgasm.

I expected him to stop, and was starting to feel a little disappointed, but he didn’t stop, in fact, he sent his tongue deeper into my pussy. He was fucking me with his tongue, and I  wanted nothing more for him to keep going.

His fingers were playing with my clit as he tongue fucked me, and from nowhere, my whole body shook as yet a second orgasm took hold of me. It was even stronger than the first, and I wanted more. My hands were now holding his head in place, never wanting him to stop what he was doing to me.

But he eventually managed to get free, standing between my legs. I could now see his cock was anything but flaccid, and anything but small.

I knew I couldn’t take it all, but I wanted it, and I wanted it now. But Danny was in no rush.

Even before I realised what was happening, he guided his cock to my lips, and without even thinking, I opened my mouth to allow him to push it into me..

I gagged, but he held my head in place, as he slowly rocked his hips. His tongue in my pussy had felt dirty, but this. This was the dirtiest thing of all. A man’s cock in my mouth/ it tasted strange, almost musty, but nothing too bad. If he had pissed before my arrival, I couldn’t tell, it may just have been one of the hundreds of sensations that  rattling through my head as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.

I didn’t know what spunk tasted like, and I didn’t know what to expect. But Danny had no intention of letting me find that out just yet.

After a few minutes he lowered me to the bed and eased my knickers down my legs. Climbing onto the bed between my parted knees, I felt the tip of his cock in more familiar territory. I braced myself for the inevitable hard thrust I had come to accept, but Danny was different. He placed the head of his cock into my already pussy, and slowly, at first, began to fuck me with just the head.

I felt myself lifting my hip to meet him, trying to get more of his cock inside me, be he smiled down at me, shaking his head, and telling me it would happen soon enough.

Time had no meaning, as I felt Danny’s cock in my pussy. I was practically begging him to fuck me harder, but his movements stayed constant, adding a little more of his cock every few minutes.

My own hips were out of control. They bucked  harder, trying to get him inside me. I wanted all of him, not just what he was willing to give me.

When it happened stars erupted in my head, and a thousand sensations ran through my body at the same time. I knew I was cum again, but it seemed as if I had not stopped since Danny had started on me.

I knew the bed beneath me was wet with my juices, but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was what was happening between my legs. And a lot was happening there.

I felt his balls on my pussy lips, and suddenly realised he had sunk his whole cock deep inside me. I know I should have felt pain, but I didn’t, I felt only electricity as he moved his hips back and forth, fucking me, taking everything I offered, and I was in no position to refuse him anything.

I was totally lost in what was happening to me, he could have done anything to me, and I would not have been able to stop him. I tried to wrap my legs around his hips, holding him deep inside me, but he managed to evade my attempts, and even as I felt his cock start to jerk, I felt him pull it out of me.

What happened next happened so fast it took me by total surprise.

He had pulled his cock out of me, and had quickly moved up the bed. Even before I realised I was doing it, my mouth opened and his cock slid in. his hands grabbed the back of me head, and he began to fuck my mouth. I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go, as his cock, once again, began to jerk, but this time, buried in my mouth.

I tried desperately to get away, but it was already too late, as I felt the first of sis spunk hit the back of my throat, the salty, almost rusty taste in my mouth. His cock jerked out of control, and I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly, forcing me to drink what he was giving me.

I gagged, I struggled, but his cock stayed where it was until he had finished. I don’t know how much I had drank, and I could feel more of it dribbling from my lips, unable to close them myself.

Within minutes, it was all over. I felt sick, but even more, my whole body was shaking with the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. I couldn’t move, I could do nothing but moan as the orgasm ripped through me like a tornado.

I could see Danny getting dressed, and writing on a piece of paper, but it felt like a dream. I had never felt like this before, and even as he left the flat. Leaving me alone, I was too weak to even sit up.

How long I remained on the bed, curled up, I don’t know. But it was late when I was finally able to sit up. As I stood, my legs felt like rubber, and I had to lean on the bed post simply to stay standing.

Danny had left me a note. I remembered that now, and slowly made my way to the dresser where I remembered him leaving it.

Danny had just taught me many new things, and he was now teaching me another. The note was his telephone number, and a time to meet the next week. But it what was wrapped up in the note that took me by surprise.

Five crisp ten pound notes.

Danny had just paid me for the session. I was now a whore. I had sold my body for money, not for a dress, or for fun, or to get experience. Danny’s fifty pounds told me who I now was.

I sank to my knees and cried. Not out of regret, but in the sudden realisation of who and what I had become. Who and what my father had created the day he made me pay for the party dress with my body.

Danny would, in time, teach me many new things, things that changed my life, though they did not feel like life changers at the time.

I so wanted to get home and to bed as fast as possible, but to spend any of Danny’s money on a taxi was not an option.

I walked slowly back to town, and caught the bus. Between my legs was already painful, and I was forced to keep them slightly open. I could feel my pussy leaking, but I didn’t know if it was my own juices, or blood. I knew Danny had got the whole of his cock into me, and wondered if he had damaged the inside of my pussy, but until I got home, and to the safety of my own bedroom, I would never know.

My mother and father were out when I got home, so I slowly climbed the stairs to my room, and collapsed on the bed, unable to move. I placed my hands between my legs, but the wetness was not blood. Even now, hours later, I was still wet.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I awoke the next day still dressed, though someone, presumably my mother, as my knickers were still in place, had covered me with a duvet. Had it been my father, he would have wanted to fuck me, and at that time, I was totally incapable of doing anything to stop, or to help him.

CHAPTER FIVE

It was the following morning I felt the true cost of having sex with Danny. My inner thighs were in agony, and the reason was clear to see. The insides of both thighs were turning purple from the bruising. He had been hammering at me so hard, he had bruised my legs.

I touched my pussy, it was very tender, it was also very red and puffy. Nothing would get in there without hurting me for days. And my clit? Merely touching it gently was almost enough to make me scream out.

Danny was many things, but he was not gentle. I guess that was why he had given me the fifty pounds. Personally I preferred to think it was because I was worth it.

On the note he had left, with his number on, he had called me Angel. He didn’t know my real name. Wasn’t interested in it. So I guess Angel would be the name he used for me. And I was definitely, now, no angel.

I took a shower, taking care not to hurt myself, but it was a difficult task. Even my nipples were more tender than I had ever known them. Whatever else Danny was, he was a fantastic lover. But not one I could handle every day.

I had been totally drained the night before, and was now paying the price for it with my body.

I knew a skirt was out of the question, if my mother saw the bruises she would ask questions I could not answer. If my father saw them, he would want to know who, and would then try to emulate what had happened, and I could not face him, or anyone else until the bruising died down.

It was now Saturday morning, and I had two days before going back to school. My problem was that the first period on Monday morning, would be physical education, and that meant wearing a short skirt, and sharing the showers. How I would explain the bruises away, I had no idea. Hopefully, they would be gone by then, but I knew even then that I was kidding myself. They would not be gone by Monday.

I had got dressed and was sat on the bed wondering what to do for the day, when I heard the front door close. My mother had obviously gone to work.

Within ten minutes my father was in my bedroom, standing over me.

“You were out fucking yesterday. Weren’t you? Its my turn now you little slag, “

I knew I couldn’t face him between my legs, and nor could I refuse him sex. I wasn’t strong enough yet. That time would come later. But right then, I simply couldn’t face sex with him, or anyone.

I tried to shake my head, but his trousers were already down by his ankles, his grubby underwear following them.

His cock was already hard, and I knew he would not take no for an answer.

It was as he moved towards me that I knew what I had to do. If he saw the bruising, he would fuck me hard as he could, to make it hurt, so I had to do something to stop that happening. As he came closer I sank to my knees, and reached out for his cock.

He was slightly taken aback, but when he realised what I was going to do, he relaxed.

Opening my mouth I allowed the head of his cock to enter my mouth. It was no wider than Danny’s, and shorter. I had taken Danny’s the day before, so taking my father’s would not be as harsh. Or so I thought.

I could smell the sweat on my father, unlike on Danny who had obviously showered more recently than my father had. But I had no choice. I began to slide my mouth up and down his cock, tasting the same saltiness I had the day before. Obviously, all cocks tasted that way, and I would get used to it.

Even as I slid my head forward the first time, engulfing his cock in my mouth, I knew I was simply giving my father another option to use on me. But it was that, or fuck him, and I really couldn’t face fucking anyone right then.

I felt his cock at the back of my mouth, and started to slide slowly away, but not far enough for him to fall out. I felt his hands on the back of my head, as he pulled me forwards again. I knew, now, there was no escape. He knew what he wanted, and he knew he was going to make sure he got it.

I dint know, at that time, if he would do as Danny had done, and make me swallow his cum, but I would not bet against it.

He was not pulling my head forward with more urgency, and I knew he would not last much longer. For whatever reason, face fucking was faster than pussy fucking with my father. He was slamming his hips against my face. He was not trying to give me any pleasure, he was interested only in his own. I knew the end was moments away, and tried to pull away before it was too late, but his grip on my head was too strong, and with a loud groan, he rammed his hips forward one last time, his cock right at the back of my mouth, as his cock erupted, his cum hitting the back of my throat. He held me as Danny had done, forcing me to swallow his juices. I tried to turn my head, but he held me firm, leaving me no option, as the thick salty juices ran inside my throat, forcing me to gulp them down.

He kept hold of my head until he had totally finished, and his cock started to soften. I knew I had made another rod for my own back. Now he knew I could, and would, give him a blow job, I knew he would want it often. But I had not had a choice. The only difference was that with Danny, I had been turned on beyond any expectations, with my father, it had simply been a task, and I had got no enjoyment from it at all.

I knew that one day I would have to refuse him, but I did not know what he would do when I did.

I saw him grin as he pulled up his pants and trousers, walking away with a contented smile on his face. This may have been the first time, but it would certainly not be the last.

When he left I locked the bedroom door, the first time I ever remember doing so, and sat on the bed crying. Danny had been something special, something I wanted more of. My father was anything but. And yet, he still had me over a barrel, and would keep me there. And I knew it.

I was also aware that now my father knew I would do a blow job, he would make me do it to other men as well. He occasionally still found men to fuck me, and now they would be offered another service. At least, if I drank their cum, I would avoid getting pregnant. How that had not happened so far was beyond me.

I heard my mother come home, but still stayed locked in my bedroom. I wasn’t sure I could face her right then. And I knew I would be facing my father again very soon. Now he knew I would do it, he would want it more.

CHAPTER SIX

I didn’t ring Danny’s number until Thursday. When he answered he whispered he would meet me at the flat the following day, at six. He hadn’t asked if that was why I was ringing, he simply assumed that as I had rung, I was ready to meet him again,

I arrived slightly early, but Danny was already there, waiting for me. As before, he was smartly dressed, and wore a beaming smile on his face that flashed his white teeth. I don’t think Danny had ever had a filling or stained teeth.

As I entered I saw another woman sat in a chair. I was startled, but the woman got up, smiling, her hand held out to me.

“Hi, I am Mandy, you must be Angel.” The woman had an easy smile, which even lit up her eyes. “It’s my flat, but Danny is free to use it when he wants. I am actually off right now, but we will have top chat some day soon.”.

With that she leaned to give Danny a kiss on the cheek, and seconds later, she was gone. I expected Danny to tell me about her, but he simply walked over to me, leaned down, tilted my head back and kissed me. My mouth immediately opened to let his tongue inside, as he held me firmly, but gently.

I could already feel his cock through his trousers, pressing at me. It wasn’t hard yet, but it would be very soon. And I wanted it. I was ready for it. And I wanted all of it.

When he released me, Danny helped me to get undressed. The bruising had mostly gone, but a yellowish tinge here and there gave evidence to its being there, and  being heavy bruising. It had been a week, and not totally gone yet.

I expected Danny to lead me to the bedroom, and when he took my hand, I willingly followed him. But the room he led me to was not a bedroom, and it was a room that would change my life dramatically.

As he opened the door I stood in the doorway shocked. Instead of a bed, there was a padded wooden bench in the centre of the room. I could see leather restrains from the four corners, and didn’t need to be told their purpose in life.

Danny walked me further into the room, and I heard a soft click as he closed the door behind us. I was frozen to the spot. The whole room was painted black and red, and the window had been covered with wood.

I hadn’t seen a dungeon before but I knew instinctively, that this is what it was. And I knew he was going to use it for our session.

He led me towards the wooden bench, the room’s diffused lighting adding to that dungeon feeling.

Without a word, he lay me down on the bench, and smiled down at me. He didn’t speak, but as he slowly pulled one of my arms out to the corner, I offered no resistance. I felt the leather restraint wrap around my wrist, and even though I made no attempt to do so, I knew I could not escape it until Danny chose to release it.

Moments later and he was pulling my other arm outwards, and I again felt the leather restraint wrap around my wrist. No matter what happened now, I would be helpless to defend myself from it. Even more so a few minutes later, when both my legs had been stretched wide, and held in place by the same sort of leather restraints. I was laying with my whole body on show, available for anything Danny wanted of me.

I watched him undress, and noticed that this time, his cock was already hard, standing straight up. I tried to get up and move towards him. But the restraints made this impossible. He knew I wanted him, knew I wanted him right then, but he was going to tease me, make me wait, until he was ready.

In his hands was something he placed over my eyes, and I felt him lift my head, fastening the blindfold in place. Now, not only could I not get at him, I couldn’t even see him, or what he was going to do.

Moments later I felt something touch my right nipple. It felt hard, but it seemed to do nothing. Suddenly, it all changed, and so did my life.

I was already wet, I knew that, but as the thing on my nipple began to vibrate, I started to flood. I had never felt anything like it before, the vibrations sending ripples through my entire breast, and down to my pussy. I felt him move the vibrator across my body, and towards my left nipple. I was wriggling in the  restraints, trying to get closer to his hands. But the restraints held me firmly in place, and all I could do was grind my hips.

For what felt like a life time, he moved the vibrator backwards and forwards across my tits, going from one nipple to another, each feeling more tender each time he touched them. Then he began to move it to my stomach. First he used it in small circles around my belly button, but the circles increased in size, and all I could do was gasp, beg, and grind my hips. I had already had my first orgasm, my whole body had shaken like a leaf, and I was s till trembling, but he had done nothing but use the vibrator on me, and not even between my legs yet.

When it happened, it was like an electric shock that rifled through my body. I swore steam hissed out of my ears. The first touch of the vibrator on my clit sending me wild with desire. I tried everything to get free of the restraints, I wanted more and more of what Danny was doing, but I was also out of control.

He knew what he was doing to me, ad after just a few seconds, he moved the vibrator away, watching as I raised my hips as far as I could trying to find the object of pleasure. But I could do nothing. Danny was in control, and he would take great pleasure in making sure I knew it.

Again, the vibrator appeared on my nipple. I heard myself groaning as I tried desperately to lift my chest from the bench. But I could do nothing at all to get any closer to him. I was screaming, not with pain, but with lust. I anted everything, and I wanted it immediately, and I was being denied.

I heard the silence as he turned the vibrator on. It was only then that I realised that it had been humming lightly. I listened, waited, for the hum to start, but in vain. His fingers began to gently squeeze my nipples, and I squealed.

I twisted my head from side to side, trying to uncover my eyes, but the blindfold, as were my restraints, was far too secure for me to get off. Only Danny could release it, and he had no plans for that just yet.

I felt him trail his fingers slowly down and across my stomach, and closer to my soaking pussy. He circled my clit, and then, without warning, grabbed it between his finger tips, squeezing it. I screamed in shock, in pain, and in pleasure. He twisted it from left to right, and back, watching me as I squirmed as best I could on the bench.

I had never felt such an intense sensation before, and the orgasm seemed to pound in my head long after my pussy had stopped releasing my juices. My whole body ached, and yet, at the same time, I wanted even more of the gentle cruelty he was using on me.

By the time Danny finally climbed onto the bench between my legs, I was ready for him. More than ready, I needed him, needed him to ram his cock hard and fast into me. I wanted him to split me in half with it. I had never felt like this about anything. I was wild with lust, wanting nothing more than him to fill me.

But Danny had other ideas. I felt his cock touch my pussy lips, and I tried to raise my hips to meet his onslaught. But I could do nothing, as he rubbed the head of his cock between my pussy lips, not even pressing into me yet.

He had been teasing me all night, and continued to do so now. He knew how badly I wanted him. There could have been no doubt about that. But I was not getting it all my own way. I was getting nothing my own way.

After some minutes teasing my pussy lips, he finally began to feed his cock into my pussy. I expected him to ram it home, my pussy was certainly wet enough for him. He could have driven a tank in there by this time. But he only let a couple of inches enter me, then started rocking back and forth on his hips.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me, my moans and groans could not be mistaken for anything but total lust. But still he toyed with me, letting a few inches enter, then pulling his cock right out of me, rubbing the head between my pussy lips again, before pushing back into me.

Whether or not it was because he had me in bondage, I don’t know, but suddenly and with no warning at all, he rammed the full length of his cock into me, collapsing on my body, his cock jerking wildly inside me.

I knew he was filling me with him cum, and I didn’t care. I was in the throes of yet another orgasm, and nothing mattered any more. Last time it had taken ages for him to cum, this time, much less time, and I was hot inside and outside.

I knew I would not be bruised this time, but he had still done things to me that opened my eyes, and I knew I could never go back to being the demure frightened school girl who had been forced to fuck her own father to get a dress for the school party.

That girl had died, perhaps, died the day she won the dress. My life had never been the same since, and it had changed yet again in the blink of an eye.

I felt Danny release the restraints, but I was totally unable to move. He had taken everything from me again. He left the blindfold on, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t need to see him now, I knew he would be dressing, and I knew he would be gone soon after. He also knew, I was his Angel. He had made sure of that  the last time, but today made it totally positive.

I knew he was married, and I knew I would only ever be his Angel, never more. But I was more than happy with that. The feelings he had filled me with.

I don’t know how long I lay there after hearing him leave the flat, and it was certainly dark outside. The envelope with his money in it was still sealed, in my pocket. But written on the envelope was a simple message.

“Next Friday Angel”

I didn’t even have to ring him now. He knew he had me. Knew I would be there. He knew I didn’t need to call and assure him.

I needed to get my father out of my life, and I knew I had to find a way to do it, and do it without hurting my mothering the process.

He did nothing for me anymore. His demands had to be met, at least for another month, until I turned sixteen, then he would have no hold over me in that respect. But I knew he would still make demands before then, and I would have to do as he wished, with whom he wished.

Where or how he found the men who he forced me to fuck, I didn’t want to know. I didn’t know them didn’t know their name, and didn’t want to do. I guessed my father was getting paid for my services, but I was taking Danny’s money, so in that respect, I could hardly argue.

But Danny was giving me a lot more than the money. He was giving me new experiences, and making me want more. It wasn’t a quick fuck, or a blow job, and gone. It was slow, it was intense, and it was fulfilling in so many ways.

I really needed my father and his seedy men out of my life.

CHAPTER SEVEN

For the next month nothing changed. 

My father, as if he knew his time was running out, made more demands of me, both for himself, and other men. One of the men had wanted to fuck my arse, but I flatly refused. I had two other places he could fuck, but no-one was getting in my arse. Certainly, no stranger.

My big problem was my own body. It didn’t matter whether it was my father, a stranger or whoever, once I started any sex act, my pussy throbbed, and took on a life of it’s own.

The monster my father had created on that first night, still raged within me. The dictionary had a name for my condition, nymphomania, but it was more than that. It was something that was ruling my life, taking it over.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like what was happening. I did. But I didn’t like not having control over who it was.

Even since meeting Danny I had been back to the cinema and allowed myself to get picked up, and fucked. My need for sex was as great as ever, but I wanted to choose my partners, and not be at the beck and call of my father.

We had almost been caught once at home. My mother had come home early from work, and had entered the house whilst my father had his cock deep inside me.

I had never seen him move so fast. He pulled out of my pussy, grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom before I could blink. I have no doubt it was for his own preservation, not for mine. To him I was something he fucked, not someone he though anything about.

His wife, my mother, was different. He had invested a lot of his life in her, and he didn’t want to lose her, and if she found him in my bed, his cock in my pussy, I doubt their relationship would last long.

I had to finish by myself, and placed my fingers between my legs, gently rubbing my clit. It didn’t matter, now, if my mother found me, she would simply tell me off for playing with myself, and force my father to tell me about the birds and the bees.

I was not yet sixteen, and I guessed I probably knew more about the birds and the bees than both my parents put together. I guessed that I had probably had more sex in the past few months, than my mother had in her life. And I would continue to do so.

I had been shocked when I had eventually opened Danny’s envelope.  It had contained seventy five pounds. Obviously, dungeon work paid more. IU remember laughing as I thought that, but then my mind wandered to what had happened.

I should have been frightened of the dungeon, but the opposite was true. I had made no attempts to stop what Danny was doing to me. The restraints I accepted willingly, even though I knew at the time they would make me helpless.

But it was that helplessness that had turned me on so much. Fear that he could do anything he wanted. Shock that people actually did this sort of thing. And orgasm after orgasm, the simplest touch was enough to send me over the edge time after time.

I knew I needed to try that again, and I knew Danny was the one to do it. I did not give my father that sort of information. He would have used it against me, instead of for me, as Danny did.

One of the men I had picked up in the cinema had slapped my arse as he fucked me. That had been something I had not expected, and nor was the result. As I felt the sting from his slap, My hips went into overdrive, and I lost control.

The man simply thought his luck was well in, and took advantage to ram his cock as hard as he could into me. It wouldn’t have mattered, at that moment, if his cock had nee a foot long. I wanted it, and so did my body.

I had never been slapped before, and certainly not during being fucked, but when I thought about it afterwards, I knew it was something I needed to try again.

It was the night before my birthday, and my mother was out. I knew he would come, and I was not wrong. He told me, as he undressed, that this was going to be my early birthday present.

I knew that once he touched me, my body would take over. I was used to that by now. But I would have preferred a different type of present, the type normal fathers bought their daughters for their sixteenth birthday. But my father was not normal. He had proved that time and time again since blackmailing me that first time.

I had learned, since, that what he had said was all lies, and that the only person to get into trouble would have been him. But I also knew that my mother would have been affected, and that was something I would always try to avoid.

As he neared the bed I watched my father stroke his cock, watching it become harder. It seemed harder than normal, but maybe that was just my imagination.

His fingers touched me, brushing my thigh, and I felt the familiar feeling starting up I my pussy. It was both a good thing, and a curse. I felt like some self lubrication sex toy, but at least I did not get friction burns from anyone who thought that simply ramming it straight in, was the best thing.

The closer he came, the more I as convinced I had never seen his cock so hard before. It was only as I lay back, my legs open and waiting, that he whispered in my ear that he had taken viagara, which would keep him going longer.

I had heard of it, but had not known anyone who had been using it. I wrongly guessed it would simply extend his fucking me by a few minutes. How wrong could I be, and how sorry I would be afterwards.

There was a  glint in his eyes I had never seen since that first night,. the night he had stolen my virginity for the price of a dress. I didn’t know why the glint was there, but I was to find out soon enough.

My father’s favourite position was with me on my back. He would then kneel between my legs, and lift my legs up, forcing them towards my chest, and trapping them with his arms, which he used to support himself. This meant he could drive as deep as he could, and I could not get away, as my head and shoulders were pressed hard against the head board.

He quickly got me into this position, as I did not resist. With him, resistance was futile. And besides, it would all be over in ten minutes. I had not taken the viagara into account.

The head of his cock slipped easily past my pussy’s opening, already lubricate by myself. He did not treat me gently, but he never had. This was not mutual pleasure, this was him doing as he always did, and look out for only himself.

His cock was deep inside me in a second., and it really did feel as if it was harder than ever before.

I felt him start to pull out, before ramming himself deeper again. The onslaught was none stop. I was screaming, but that didn’t seem to matter. No-one was going to come to my rescue. And he was going to take whatever he wanted from me.

I had never seen him so angry and so urgent before. He had never been gentle in the past, but this time, he was almost animal as he thrust in and out of my pussy.

Three times he had come out completely, his cock slipping slightly and brushing my arse. But this had happened so many times in the past, I ignored it. I shouldn’t have done. He was deliberately using my own juices to lubricate the entrance to my arse.

When it happened, it happened so fast I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. The position he held me in was as perfect for what he planned, as it was for fucking me normally. I felt his cock slide out, and, to be honest, my patience was growing thin. This was the fourth time he had slipped out. I felt his hand go down to guide his cock back into me, but what happened next happened in a flash.

Before I could realise what he intended, his cock was at my arse, already lubricated, and in a single thrust, the head of his cock entered me. I screamed and struggled to get free, but my father’s grip on me was total. I had nowhere to go, and he was driving deeper into me.

The pain was like a hot poker, but he didn’t care. He was doing what he wanted. What he had wanted to do for a long time. And the drug he had taken had given him the ability to do just that.

The viagara had made his cock harder, and I could feel it now as it drove deep into my arse. My struggles and my screams were totally ignored as he took his pleasure.

I expected him to finish quickly, but the onslaught continued. I begged him to stop, to do anything he wanted instead, but he grinned at me and told me he was already doing exactly what he wanted.

It was the first time he ever hot me. As I screamed at him. His hand came across my face before I could cover up. My head rocked to one side, the pain forcing my scream to stop, and my tears to run freely.

I could hear his breath getting harsher, as I had done so many times in the past, and knew he was going to cum soon. I prayed for him to stop, to pull it out. But he rammed faster and harder into me.

The end came with no warning, and little sensation.

I could feel his cock jerking as he forced it as deep as he could get it, but even though I knew he was filling my arse with his cum, I couldn’t feel it. I always felt it in my pussy, but I felt nothing this time.

What I did feel, and what I still do not understand to this day, was that as he filled my arse with his cum. My whole body shook, and burned, and a massive orgasm ripped through my whole being. I was crying, screaming. Hitting his chest with my fists, but at the same time, that feeling I had never been able to prevent flooded my whole body.

My father had, yet again, made me cum, but he had also taken one step too far.

I had always said no-one would ever arse fuck me, and he had done just that.

He walked away, laughing loudly, leaving me on the bed, curled up in a ball. Tears flooding my face.

He had not even said happy birthday to me, I know that sounds funny in this context, but after what he had done, it should have been the one thing he should have done.

I slowly climbed off the bed and closed the bedroom door, turning the key in the lock. Whatever else happened, he was not getting a repeat that night.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was my own mother who got my father off my back, or from between my legs anyway, and she did it in dramatic style.

We were all in the kitchen and my mother was cooking Sunday lunch. She was carrying a pan of boiling water for some unknown  reason, and she seemed to trip. The pan upended, and the boiling water fell straight into my father’s lap.

I stood in silent shock, but my father screamed in agony. Writhing on the floor. My mother picked up the telephone and calmly, called for an ambulance.  She did not seemed to be phased as her husband writhed in agony, his hand to his groin.

My father was in hospital for over a week, she had literally boiled his cock. The scalding covered his whole genitals, his thighs and his stomach.

The police had come and questioned my mother about it, but, backed up by me, she explained exactly what had happened, and that she had tripped while moving the pan.

The police took no further action, but my mother, unusually, told me after they had gone that it was no accident,

She said she knew he was having an affair. She did all his washing, and she had seen the traces of his love making in his underpants. She didn’t know who the other woman was, but it would be a long, long time before her husband was ever unfaithful again.

I wondered what she would have done if she had known the other woman was her own daughter, and he had been abusing her for five months.

When my father was released from hospital he didn’t come home. He found a bedsit somewhere in town, and sent someone else to pick up his things.

I obviously, had to spend time at home with her, so I rang Danny and explained that I couldn’t see him for a few weeks. He didn’t argue, he simply told me to ring him when I was ready.

To be honest, I was ready there and then. I wanted to see him more than anything, but I also needed to spend time at home with my mother.

We had been alone in the house for three weeks when she suddenly asked me if I would be okay on my own for a few days. She wanted to spend some time with her sister. I simply nodded, not wanting her to see the relief in my face that I could get to see Danny again. I had missed him and what he did to me so much. And I needed it again, badly.

The next day my mother left for her sisters, leaving me enough money to buy food for a week, and disappeared.

It would actually be more than a week, though I did get money through the post to keep the house going until she returned.

It was then that I called Danny, and told him I wanted to meet up. He told me what time, and I was at the flat ready for anything ten minutes early.

The one thing I had already learned about Danny, is not to know what to expect. What he had planned for me this time was totally unexpected.

He smiled as he let me into the flat, and put his fingers over his mouth, a signal for me to be quiet. I guessed Mandy must have been there as well.

He silently led me into the dungeon, and even as I walked through the door, my pussy started to throb.

The bench had been altered, and now a V shape had been removed from the end where my legs would go. I guessed this was so he could stand up and fuck me when the time was right.

It took only moments to get me undressed, and even without being told to do so, I walked to the bench and lay on it, my arms up and out, my legs resting along the stems left for them now the V had been removed.

I smiled as I felt the restraints going on my wrists, and then my ankles. He had said nothing yet, but he smiled at me. For some reason, this bench felt like home, and I had missed it as much as I had missed Danny. Even though I knew that I could not escape once I was restrained, I had needed to come back and put myself; at Danny’s mercy. And I had just done that.

Even as he walked over, I knew the blindfold was in his hands, and lifted my head myself to let him put it in place. Once more, I was in darkness, and unable to stop whatever he chose to do to me.

I could hear him getting undressed, and yet, there was something or someone between my legs. I struggled, but I knew it was a vain attempt. The restraints held me as tight as they had done last time, and I could do nothing to get away from the tongue that was now teasing my pussy lips.

I assumed that Danny had invited a friend to help him, but the fact I had no idea who, both frightened me, ad turned me on.

I felt my head being turned to one side, and a cock, I presumed to be Danny’s, was pressed to my lips. Automatically, I opened my mouth to let it in, and the tongue between my legs slipped deep into my pussy at the same time.

Heaven, Hell, fear, excitement. All of these thoughts ran through my head as I felt the cock in my mouth slide deeper, as the tongue played gently with my pussy, and my clit. The touch was electric, sending shivers through my whole body.

I sucked avidly on the cock, even if it were not Danny’s. it no longer mattered. All I wanted was it deeper. Fingers began to slide in and out of my pussy, as the tongue danced on my clit. I was pulling at the restraints, but not to get free. I wanted more of what was happening, and I was trying to get nearer to whatever was giving me such excitement.

I felt the fingers slide from my pussy, and travel a couple of inches lower. I froze. I knew what was going to happen, and I knew I could not stop it. I could scream out no, but I was afraid that would be the end of my meetings with Danny. One of the reasons they continued, was because he knew he could do anything with, or to me.

The fingers pressed gently at my arse, not like my father had done with his cock. I felt no pain as they slid slowly deeper. Other fingers pressed into my pussy at the same time. I sucked harder at the cock in my mouth, trying to ignore what was happening between my legs, but I could feel everything.

The fingers were not deep in my arse, as they slid slowly in and out of my. Though the ones in my pussy were driven all the way in.

I was already gushing, and I could feel my juices running between my legs, and lubricating the fingers in my arse. It came without any warning at all. Normally I could feel my orgasm growing, but the three pronged attack at my body seemed to trigger something.

It happened as the fingers in my arse twisted, and at the same time, so did the one’s in my pussy. It felt as if they were touching inside me. Dragging along a thin membrane that held them separate. The feeling took my breath away, and the orgasm shook my very being.

I could no longer control myself, and was thrusting my head forward as hard as I could taking the cock to the back of my throat, wanting it to go even deeper.

The fingers in my arse and pussy continued to twist, as  the tongue was re=applied to my clit. Whoever was between my legs, was fully aware of what they were doing to me. And began to do it harder. I could feel the fingers now diving deeper into my arse, but I wanted that. I wanted them deeper still, and tried to lift my hips to get them.

But whoever it was, controlled the action. They allowed me to lift my hips, but then they drove their fingers less deeply.

IU could feel the cock in my mouth start to jerk. I had already tasted the pre-cum, and knew it was going to shoot in my mouth.

I closed my lips around the cock as tight as I could, and sucked hard at the head. In less than a minute, the first ejaculation started. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and swallowed greedily.  I was determined to drink it all, whoever it belonged to.

I doubted it was Danny, as it really didn’t seem as long as his, but it no longer mattered, if it ever did. And I knew Danny was not between my legs either. The touch had started even as I had heard him getting undressed.

The cock finally subsided, and I allowed it to leave, feeling it trial cum across my face as it slid away from me.

Almost immediately, a second cock was pressed to my lips. Without a thought, I opened my lips to accommodate it. Nothing that was happening to me was taboo any more. Danny could do anything he wanted, and he was doing just that. There were obviously two other people in the room with us, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t know who they were, but that didn’t matter either.

I felt whoever was between my legs stand up, and a cock was pressed at my pussy. Why I did it, I don’t know, but as I felt it touch me, I lifted my hips as far as I could. I didn’t want it in my pussy. I wanted it in my arse.

Whoever it was must have realised what I was asking for, as I felt him reposition the head of his cock. Seconds later, he was pressing it forwards. I felt my arse open to let him in, and tried as hard as I could to press my hips onto it. But the control was not mine. As the cock began to slide slowly in ad out of me.

I was still sure it was Danny’s cock in my mouth as I sucked hard at it. It was already pressing at the back of my throat, and it was still not all in my mouth. But I wanted it. I wanted it to choke me, to cum right down my throat, not in my mouth. I wanted no choice other than to swallow every drop.

I had already lost count of my own orgasms, it felt like one continuous one, never ending. The cock in my arse started to move faster, and deeper. But there was no pain like the first time. This time, I felt only pleasure. And I wanted even more of it.

Suddenly, the cock in my mouth exploded, sending its hot juices deep into my throat. I had unconsciously rammed my head hard onto it. I could feel myself gagging. Choking, but I would not release him, or his cock.

It felt as if it were sliding down my throat of it’s own accord, as I sucked harder at the cock.

At the same time, the cock in my arse stopped, and was taken out. It was rammed hard and deep into my pussy without warning. Something hitting my clit at the same time.

Even the cock in my mouth was not enough to kill the screams of pleasure as my pussy was invaded.

Moments later, both cocks were removed. I hadn’t felt the one in my pussy cum, and wondered had I missed it as I had cum myself, but that didn’t matter, nothing mattered. I was totally drained. My mouth, pussy and arse had all been well served, and I still had no ide who any of them were, other than Danny.

I heard doors open and close, and then the flat door. I was not going to know who they had been. Danny would keep that information to himself.

I could feel him release the restraints, but I was unable to move. The one thing I found about my sessions with Danny, is that after them, I was totally drained and totally fulfilled. I knew he was dressing, and I knew I could remove the blindfold. But what if the man still here was not Danny. Would that spoil the day? I didn’t want to know. I waited until I heard the front door open and close. Now, I would never know, unless Danny told me.

The inevitable envelope was there with my clothes. All it said this time was “thank you Angel”.

I was still his Angel. I felt the tears run down my face. Those three words meant everything. “Thank you Angel”

It didn’t matter how much money was in the envelope. Those three words were payment enough.

I eventually arrived home to the empty house, and locked all the doors. I didn’t even make it to the bedroom, I collapsed on the sofa, and fe;; into a deep  satisfied sleep.

CHAPTER NINE

Things I the next few days moved fast. I had a letter from my mother saying she was staying longer, as he sister was ill, and my mother was going to stay and look after her. There was more money in the letter, to buy food etc.

The next morning I got a text message off Danny.

“Go to the flat tomorrow at 5pm. Mandy will let you in”

I knew I could not handle another one of Danny’s sessions, but nor could I refuse him. I answered him with “ok”, and wondered what he had planned for me this time.

I was at the flat on time, and as he said, Mandy let me in, smiling as she did so.

She offered me a drink, and I said I would have a whisky, that being the drink Danny had given me the first time.

She ushered me into the living room, while I looked around, hoping to see Danny.

“Danny isn’t here” Mandy said, as I looked around. “That isn’t why you are here. I have something to show you”.

With that she picked a dvd up and placed it in the machine.

“He wants you to watch this. I will be in the kitchen. I have already seen it”.

As Mandy headed for the kitchen, I pressed play on the remote control.

The film was obviously taken in Mandy’s dungeon, I recognised the restraint bench. The room was empty, and the camera panned around to show some of the things it held. The film had been taken since my first visit, as the V section of the bench had been removed.

I watched as the camera turned to the doorway, and three men, all wearing masks, entered the room. It would be impossible to recognise them again.

The cameraman moves and now showed a girl lying on the bench, fully restrained. It took a few seconds to realise that the girl, was me.

I watched. Transfixed, as the session was replayed on the screen in front of me.

I could hear myself groaning, could see the cocks in my mouth, could see me lifting my hips so the guy between my legs could fuck my arse.

For forty five minutes I watched, horrified that this had been filmed.

I was sat, crying, when Mandy returned. She put her arm around me and pulled me tight, her way of offering me support.

I could not stop the tears. Danny had used me, and not in the way I wanted him to do.

“He’s a bastard” Mandy whispered into my ear. “He recruits new girls for a website. He recruited me, and now you. This film has already been downloaded over a thousand times. I can give you the web address, but there is nothing you or I can do about it. That’s how he caught me, and how he caught many others. This isn’t my flat, I just live here. Its Danny’s studio”

I didn’t know what to say. I was still crying, and infuriated that he had done this to me.

“Now you know why your envelope contained so much money” Mandy said, her voice low.

I hadn’t even opened the envelope, it wasn’t the money, it was what Danny had done that was important.

The envelope lay in my bag, and I took it out and opened it. It contained five hundred pounds. I had been paid five hundred pounds to appear on a website, and on a dvd, doing sex.

I couldn’t stop the tears. I couldn’t believe someone could do this to me. I had thought he liked me, wanted me, and was happy with me. Even though I knew he would ever leave his wife for me.

“It’s like this” said Mandy. “He uses women to build his website. So far I have seen over ten women here. You are not the first, and wont be the last. I have made four films for him, and if he asked tomorrow, I would make the fifth. He pays well. But you have a choice. You cant stop the first one being on his site, it’s already there, and has already been downloaded more than a thousand times. More than a thousand men can now wank as they watch you get fucked and suck cock. There is nothing you can do to stop it. What you need to decide is whether you are ready to do more for him. After the first one, you get paid six hundred for every session. Its good money, for doing what you obviously enjoy. I cant stop you walking out, and nor can I make your mind up for you. The decision has to be yours. However, you have forty eight hours to decide, then he will move one. The dvd is yours to keep. Regardless of what you decide. If you want to go on, send him a text with a single word. Yes. If not, then a text with no, and you will never see him again.”

I didn’t know what to say. My mind was in turmoil. Not only had he betrayed me, he had let over a thousand men watch me suck cock, and get fucked. By now, it would probably been even more.

I cried all the way home, and long into the night.

I had two days. Two days to decide what I wanted.

I could not get over the fact that he had betrayed me this way. I had thought our sessions had meant something, but they obviously didn’t. well, not to him.

I watched the dvd again the following day, and watched as I took a man’s cock into my mouth. The strange thing was that watching myself on tv, was like watching someone else. I remembered doing what was depicted, but it was no longer me doing it, it was someone different, someone I didn’t know.

Mandy had given me her number, in case I needed to talk things over, but what I wanted was the web address she had mentioned. I wanted to see what others saw.

After talking to her for five minutes I hung up and turned on the computer. I found the site and began to look around it. I could not see the whole video, as I was ot a member, but the extracts I could see were of many different girls having sex with two or more men at a time.

One was of a girl with a mans cock in her pussy, and a second in her arse. I hadn’t tried that yet, but the girl in question seemed to love it.

I again looked at the money in the envelope. Five hundred for doing just what I enjoyed doing.

And if Danny would pay, I wondered how many other sites would pay me as well?

I picked up my phone and looked at it. A simple message to Danny, and the ball would start rolling. I could do nothing about the video already on his site. Although I didn’t know he was filming me, I was a willing participant in what had happened. And whether or not others could see what I had done, was actually immaterial.

And I knew I could not do without sex for long periods of time. And to be honest with myself, doing it that way was far safer than picking people up in the cinema.

I slowly wrote the three letters that would commit me. YES, and sent it to Danny.

The response came within minutes.

“Thank you Angel. I will be in touch soon”

And that was it. I knew what I was getting myself into, and knew that whatever I did, would be seen by hundreds of people on the web. I could have told myself I was doing it for Danny. Or doing it for the money. But in truth, I was doing it for myself. For the sex.

And now I intended to fully enjoy it. The money I got for it would be a bonus.

CHAPTER TEN

It was a week before I got the message to be at the flat on the Saturday at lunch time. I took a long hot shower in the morning, and chose the sexiest underwear I could find. This was the first time I had spent any of the money I had got off Danny, but I wanted something special.

The daring see-through bra and knickers, a shade of black with red lacing, would look great on me, they didn’t hide anything, but that was of no consequence. By the time the day was finished, nudity would be the least of my problems.

I had no idea who would be having sex with me, and I didn’t care. I had not had sex for a week, and it was hurting me. People tend to think nymphomania simply means if sex is offered, you will take it. In reality its much worse than that. If you don’t get it, you get down, miserable, its like coming off a drug the hard way.

I needed sex, and I needed it badly. And today, I was going to make sure I got my fill. If it were a single guy, I would not let him cum until I was ready. I needed orgasms, and I needed them more now than I had since this whole thing started with my father.

Mandy let me into the flat, and said Danny was running late, and would be half an hour. Then she said she had something to show me. In her lounge the computer was already turned on, and to Danny’s site.

“This is the forum page” explained Mandy. “The members get a chance to say what they think about the latest videos, and the girls in them. Someone started a forum immediately after your video was seen for the first time. There are over two hundred entries, and they all say, basically, the same thing. We MUST see more of Angel. Angel is HOT we want more of her.”

She let me scroll through the comments. She was telling the truth. Two hundred and forty five comments, all demanding to see more of me. Not one of them was negative. In a way, I felt proud that I had been able to please so many people, without trying. If I could get that reaction, not knowing they would be seeing me, and commenting, now I knew, I would work hard to make sure they got what they wanted. If they wanted me covered from head to toe in cum, they could have it. If they wanted me spit roasted, then it would happen.

Just reading the forum had me turned on. One guy said I looked like his neighbours daughter, and he would have fucked her many times over if she had been this cute, and this sexy.

I wondered if it were any of my own neighbours, but even had it been, it was too late, now, to do anything about it. And none of my locals had come knocking on my door.

Danny arrived twenty minutes later, and saw I was still reading the forum about me.

“You raised a hell of a storm, Angel. Never have we had so much from the members for a first shoot. They have demanded more of you, and we are here to please the members. How do you feel about that?”.

I couldn’t answer. I was totally overwhelmed by the messages. I simply nodded my head.

“I had a different shoot planned for today, with a different girl. But I have to say I am giving in to the wishes of the members. They send us ideas, as well as writing on the forum. Luckily, Josh and Andy are available today, and so I have decided to change my schedule, and get you well and truly reamed. Any objections?”

Objections? Was he kidding?

“none”, I managed to get out.

“Okay, both guys are black, and with big dicks. The idea is you are asleep in bed, when they break in and find you. They are going to tie your hands behind you, and force you to give them a blow job, and then fuck your brains out. That is the premise. However, sometimes things change, and we go along with the flow. Once the action starts, it keeps going to the ed. No pause, no re-shoots. It’s a continuous film. Once we start, it is no good asking them to stop what they are doing. You will be ignored. In fact, it would just be one more ad lib in the film, and allow people to think you are protesting. The members don’t care if what they see is consensual or not. Any questions?”.

I had no questions. Danny had made it perfectly clear that once the cameras start rolling, whatever happened, happened. From that moment on, my likes and dislikes meant nothing.

“Okay, the boys will be here at one. That will give me the chance to set the cameras up. I don’t want you looking at the cameras, I want you to concentrate on Josh and Andy, and what they are doing. We want to make it look as realistic as possible.”.

I nodded that I understood, and he moved to the bedroom, where the action would take place.

Mandy handed me a whisky without even asking if I wanted one. Obviously she thought I would need it.

We sat around making small talk while Danny set the shoot up. Josh was the first to arrive, and Mandy introduced me to him. He was over six feet tall, and burly. I guessed it was all muscle, and knew I would find out soon enough. Andy arrived a little later, and he, too, was over six foot tall, but not as well built as Josh. I would have no trouble knowing who was who once we started.

There was no talk of sex, and strangely enough, they didn’t ask me how I felt about the shoot. I was about to get fucked by two large black guys, and it was not being mentioned at all. Obviously, as far as they were concerned, if I didn’t like the idea, I would not still be there.

Ten minutes later Danny re-appeared and said they were almost ready. He took me to one side and reminded me that all sex was bare back. But they would not be cumming inside me. The members enjoyed seeing a girl splattered with the stuff when the men came. However, once they had cum, and it was clear that they had, I could take them back into my mouth, or pussy, or whatever, if I wanted. That would be my choice, and it would be clear enough if I wanted that. I wouldn’t need to ask,

Moments later he ushered me into the bedroom. From here on, I had accepted to take whatever came my way. The very fact I entered the bedroom, knowing what was going to happen, was enough.

Danny may or may not have seen it in my eyes, but had he cancelled the shoot right there and then, I would have taken Josh and Andy anyway. Off camera. I was not going to back out. Not then, not ever. And the forum comments had spurred me on even more. They wanted a show, and they were about to get one.

As I entered the bedroom there were nine cameras set up, all shooting from different angles and positions. Whatever happened would be captured by at least one camera. Danny explained that he would then edit to get the best shots for the finished film. This was why it had to be continuous filming.

I nodded as he signalled me to get undressed. As I was down to my underwear he stopped me.

“You can be sleeping in that. I like it” He said.” They may rip it off, but if they do I will give you the money to buy a replacement.”

Danny couldn’t have known I bought it specifically so it could be ripped off. I just nodded, and lay on the bed, while he covered me with a single sheet. The sheet was satin, and I knew the shape of my body was clearly displayed.

“Remember, Angel. You are asleep. They will waken, and you will be surprised and shocked. They will overpower you quickly, pull you to your knees, and tie your hands behind you. What happens after that, is down to them, and you. !

With that the lights in the room went out, leaving me in darkness. Even if I did want to back out, it was now too late. I could already feel a familiar warmth in my stomach. I don’t know if Danny had told these two what top expect of me, but I hoped not.”

I had been alone in the dark for about ten minutes, when I heard the door open. I could see a flash light, even with my eyes closed, as it had travelled across my face.

I heard the two men whispering, but I couldn’t  make out what they were saying to each other.

Without warning the light went on, and the sheet was ripped off me, at the same time.

I sat up, startled, but Josh, who was standing next to the bed, placed a hand over my mouth and started to laugh. The dialogue was not much, just the “what have we here” type of stuff you get in all such scenes. It was what was going to happen from here on in that really mattered.

Between them the two guys dragged me off the bed and forced me to my knees. When I say they forced me, I mean that. My knees were kicked away from me from behind, and I landed on my knees with a bump, and a scream.

Andy, who now stood behind me gabbed my hands and cruelly pulled them behind me, and I could feel rope being fastened around them, tightly. The two of them were taking this shoot seriously, and I now knew that for certain.

Josh stood in front of me and pulled my head forwards, forcing my mouth to his groin. His zipper was still done up at that time, but seconds later he used his free hand to slowly slide it down. Immediately his large black cock flipped from his trousers, and even though I had guessed it would be big, I was till surprised by it. Not only was he burly in body, it was reflected here as well.

He grabbed my face and squeezed my jaw, forcing it open. I was not acting, and nor was Josh. As soon as my mouth opened, he thrust his hips forwards, forcing the head of his cock between my lips. I had to open my mouth wide for him to get in, but once it was, he pressed it deeper, not waiting for me to get used to it.

I could heart Andy getting undressed behind me, though I could not see what I would be getting from him.

I tried to shake my head loose, but Josh held it firm. As he began to fuck my mouth. He was doing this in earnest, it was not play acting. I could feel the head of his cock at the back of my wide open mouth.

I could not close it, his cock, still seeming to grow, filled my entire mouth, and I could feel and hear myself choking on it. But Josh didn’t let up.

Hands came from behind me and grabbed at my tits, squeezing them harshly. I tried to yell out in pain, but Josh’s cock reduced it to a barely audible moan.

Neither of them was being gentle, and I knew even then that when this was all over, I would know about it.

One of Andy’s hands moved down my stomach, and between my legs. He would know in less than a second, how turned on I was by all this. The bondage, and the violence had been having a great effect on me. I knew already that I could have easily taken Josh’s cock in there. I was wetter than I ever remembered being.

It had happened the time I got spanked, it had happened the two times Danny had restrained me, and the coupling of both bondage and violence was taking me to new levels.

I heard Andy say something, but I was too busy trying to take Josh’s cock to listen. But I clearly heard both men laugh loudly. Obviously, they both now knew I was leaking from my pussy. Badly leaking.

Josh pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I took two or three big breaths. I hadn’t realised until then that I had been breathing through my nose, unable to breath around his massive cock.

I screamed involuntarily as Josh grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me to my feet, forcing me to walk backwards until I hit the bed. With my hands bound I could do nothing when he placed his hand on my chest and pushed, forcing me to fall back on the bed. Almost immediately he forced my legs open, and I knew what he was going to do.

I felt the head of his cock at my pussy lips, and then he rammed forwards.

Even though I was wetter than ever before, it felt as if he were ripping my pussy open. I flung my head back and screamed, but as I did so, Andy was waiting, and rammed his cock into my mouth.

His cock wasn’t as thick as Josh’s, but it was longer. I had never seen one as long, and I knew that, at the angle my head was now at, he could get it deep into my throat. I prayed he wouldn’t do so. I was sure that if he rammed it all in, he would not only choke me, but would be able to fuck my heart as well.

The double onslaught was having it’s usual effect on my body. I could feel myself trying to lift my hips. I was in pain from Josh, but my own body wanted more of it, no matter what the cost. It was Andy’s cock I was worried about, it was already deep in my throat, and I could feel myself gagging, retching, as he moved it in and out of my mouth, pressing at my throat with every stroke.

I had lost all track of time. I didn’t know if we had been going ten minutes or ten hours. All I knew was that I was feeling hotter than I had ever felt before. I knew my arms were hurting, from laying on them. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was the two cocks invading my body.

What happened next was as much my own fault as it was Josh’s or Andy’s. I felt Josh fucking me harder, and I lifted my hips to meet his. He crashed against my servix, and I felt the biggest orgasm I have ever felt explode in my body. I opened my mouth to scream. And at the same time Andy was on a thrust. Forcing his cock deep into my throat.

I gagged, I choked, and I coughed and spluttered, but Andy had gone deeper than he had intended, and there was nothing either of us could do about it. Certainly, not I.

I heard them begin to talk to each other, and although I could hear what they wee saying, I could not understand it. As they had spoken in a foreign language.

Moments later both cocks were pulled out of me. And Andy’s hands lifted me to a sitting position. Josh grabbed my hair and pulled me to a standing position, and then lay on the bed. It was Andy that helped me climb onto the bed, legs apart over the now prostrate form of Josh.

I could feel his cock pressing at my pussy, and lowered myself onto it. Slowly.

Then I suddenly realised what was going to happen, as I felt Andy climb onto the bed.

I was pushed forwards, landing on Josh’s chest. His cock deep inside me, and still thrusting. Andy moved behind me, and I felt his cock pressing at me arse.

I screamed, and begged for it not to happen. But I was in no position to stop it, as his cock was forced slowly into my arse.

Apart from fingers, I had never had both holes filled at the same time, and now, with my arms still tied behind me, there was absolutely nothing I could do.

I screamed again as Andy’s cock forced its way into me, but at the same time, I was turned on like never before.

My emotions ran riot. I wanted this so much, but I knew would feel the pain. And pain it was. As Andy slowly fed his cock deeper into me.

I screamed loudly as his cock went deeper. Deeper than the fingers had gone. It felt as if he were poking my stomach from the back, and I was helpless to stop it.

Both men were fucking me hard. I could feel both cocks driving deep inside me, and I was trapped between them like the filling in a sandwich.

I couldn’t escape, and I couldn’t  fight. They had full use of me, and were making sure they took full advantage of it.

I could feel the two cocks driving ever deeper. And I could also feel my pussy burning. I still don’t know why. But when ever I am double fucked, the orgasm comes without a warning. As it did then. I could feel Andy’s cock deeper than I had ever felt anything. But Josh’s cock was continuously crashing against me cervix.

I was totally out of control. I could do nothing but suffer and enjoy what was being done to me. The two men were in total control, and I knew they would do whatever they wanted.

I was in oblivion. I had no idea what was happening. Or for how long.

They could have double fucked me for ten minutes or ten hours, I would not have known.

I remember being on my knees, one after the other cock was in my mouth. It didn’t seem to matter whether they had been in my pussy or my arse. I took whatever I was given. I remember Josh pulling out of my mouth at the last minute, his juices exploding on my face, as I still sucked Andy’s cock. And moments later, Andy taking his cock from my mouth. His cum covering my face, forcing me to close me eyes.

I had been totally and completely fucked. Not a part of my body didn’t know this.

I don’t remember my arms being untied. I don’t remember anything. I was totally satiated. And Danny would do what he did with the film.

I would have to wait until I saw the edited version before I knew what I had done.

That would take two days. And even then. I could not recall it all. I just knew I  wanted more. More sex. More violence. My body had exploded more times than I could count, and I wanted to feel that way again.

No matter what the members wanted. I wanted even more.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I sat and watched the video on computer. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. The violent way they had treated me, the spit roast and the double fuck.  Then Andy had taken his cock from my arse and plunged it straight into my mouth, and I had sucked it as if doing so would save my life.

I looked at the forum, to which I now had full access, and a thread called Angel cums again. Over forty responses already, and all asking for even more of me, and more of what had been done to me.

I was temped to write something myself, but Danny asked all models not to get involved in the forums, he didn’t want the models to become human.

One of the responses wanted to see me tied  between two tress in a forest, and double fucked a few times in a gang bang. I was secretly hoping Danny would read this, and would not read it.

One thing common to all the responses was that they loved the way, because my hands were tied, I was helpless to stop what was being done to me, if only the members knew. I actually didn’t want to stop what was being done. The bondage had turned me on even more.

That was not the surprising bit to me. I had got excessively turned on when restrained to the bench. It was my body’s response to the violence inflicted on me. The hair pulling had been harsh, and unexpected. At one time Josh had slapped my face, ad I had no memory of that, but it certainly had not put me off what I was doing.

The fucking had been as violent as well. Anyone who didn’t know better would really have believed that they had entered my bedroom and raped me savagely. What they would not know is that I loved every second of it, and now wanted it even harsher.

I knew, now, that pain was as much an aphrodisiac to me as anything. And I needed more of it.

I had been paid five hundred pounds for the shoot, but the money was hidden with the rest of it. All I had spent, so far, was the money on the underwear.

I didn’t actually remember them ripping it off me, but I watched the video as Josh ripped my bra from me in one movement. How the knickers disappeared wasn’t actually shown, but I guessed they fared no better.

I couldn’t stop myself playing as I watched the film again and again. I was twisting my own nipples, trying to make them hurt, but nothing I could do could bring me the same feeling of pain I had felt whilst making the film.

]I knew I was sinking into a pit I could not get out of, but I needed more now. And I was not exclusive to Danny. I was free to work for other people as well.

I wanted somewhere, some site, that would happily hurt me, and just as happily fuck me at the same time. I needed both. Sex alone would still have me flooding everywhere, but sex and violence would make Niagara Falls look dry.

I was fully aware of what I was doing as I searched the web for what I needed. As lot of sites offered violence, and a lot more offered pure sex. But few offered both together, and only two in the UK. One was Danny’s, and the other boasted exploited girls, hurt and fucked for the viewers pleasure.

I knew I had to contact them. The short samples they had on their site was enough to get me hot, and I wanted to see what they would do with someone like me.

The response came a day later, suggesting a meeting later in the week if I was available. If the meeting went well, they may be interested in using me.

I wrote back and pointed them in the direction of Danny’s sight, and told them to look for Angel. I hoped this would give them enough information to do something with me.

There are times when you know you have done the right thing, even before you get the evidence. I knew I had done the right thing contacting this site. I had never been really beaten up, but it seemed to be their forte. And if I didn’t like it after the first film, I would not need to go back there. But I had to try it, to test the waters.

The meeting was set up for a pub not too far away, neutral ground. I was already used to dressing older than my years, I had been doing it almost since the day my father first fucked me. I knew I would pass for eighteen, and had no problems getting served in the bar.

A man and woman deliberately caught my attention, and beckoned me over.

“You must be Angel” the man said, pointing to a seat at their table.

I sat down and nodded. When offered a drink I chose whisky. I had actually quite come to like it since that first one off Danny.

The woman got up and went to the bar, leaving the man and I alone.

He was in his late forties to early fifties, well dressed, and polite.

“You would like to appear in one of our films, Angel.”

I looked in straight in the eye and answered.

I would like to be considered, yes”.

“I assume you have looked at the site, and what we do there?”.

I told him I had taken a good look at the site. And I knew exactly what was expected of me, if I were chosen.

“The women in our films are, as you have seen for yourself, badly treated. We cater for a unique membership, who enjoy seeing girls get hurt, and abused, and fucked. Nothing is faked. The only thing I can offer you in compensation, apart from the money, is that none will cum inside you. The members, as with other adult sites, prefer to see our girls splattered at the end. However. No punches are pulled. The slaps and kicks are real, and painful. If you scream or cry, that’s even better. When you hear our girls beg for mercy, they are genuinely begging for mercy, that does not come. Once we start rolling, the girl is purely there to be used, abused, beaten and forced to do whatever they are asked, or told, to do.”

I looked at him and raised my finger, indicating that I had a question. At that time the woman made her appearance with three drinks.

“You say no punches are pulled, not slap is held back, nothing is faked. If someone gets hurt, what happens. Does the filming go on?”.

I saw him smile, and I knew his answer before he spoke.

“As I said, our members love to see girls hurt, abused and mistreated. That is why we do these films. Stopping just because someone get hurt, is unthinkable. It may make the scream louder, cry harder, but they would still suffer that, and probably other abuse until the film runs its course. The films are usually timed for forty five minutes. The feature films we also make, are timed for twice that. The features allow us to do more with the girls, and we do. The ones on the site are forty five minutes. If you agreed to take part, and were actually chosen, then you would start with a forty five minute film. Few girls get to make the longer ones, as few girls actually want to come back and face even worse than they did on their first visit to us. I have been as candid with you as I can, Angel. Working with us ia not a joy ride. You will get paid highly, but you will have earned every penny of it twice over. We are no medics. If you get seriously hurt, you get it sorted yourself. We will pay for the treatment, but we will not be named as involved. We are prepared to give you a week to consider whether or not you want to work with us. If you say no, there will be no hard feelings. If you say yes, I can only offer you pain, and getting fucked many times, by many people.”

He finished his drink and started to stand up, the woman as well.

“No” I said. “Please sit down. I have only one other question for you.”

The couple sat down again, looking at me.

“When do I start?” I asked. “I came here to meet you because I had already decided I wanted to do this. What you have told me has not changed that thought. I am fully aware that I will suffer, badly. I am fully aware that my body, any part of it, will be fucked, and hard. I knew all of that before I came to meet you. I am actually quite happy to start with a feature, even without having seen one, without knowing what will happen. I understand you when you say that you like your girls to test on a site film. But if that was all I wanted, I could get beaten up around the corner, and totally fucked. What I want is the bigger stage, and I really do want the severe treatment you have mentioned, and impressed on me.”

The man looked at me, his face showing no emotions.

“We have a film in mind, to be shot next week. However, if I pencil you in for it, Angel, and you fail to show, you realise your name will be blackened throughout our industry? You will find it hard to get any work again. So think carefully. And if you say yes, wait five minutes and walk to the car park. We are parked at the far end, next to the wall. Anything can happen to you as, before or when you reach the car. If something does, your reaction will be judged, and I will make a decision immediately.”

Again the couple stood up, and this time walked out of the bar, without a backwards glance. This was my chance to really say yes, or to change my mind.

I finished my drink and slowly left the bar, turning left into the car park. I could see their car at the far end of the car park, as he had said. I walked over to it, looking straight ahead. If something was coming, I didn’t want to know about it first.

In actual fact, I would never have seen it coming, as it came from behind me. A hand grabbed my face, covering my mouth, while  another hand was thrust hard and sharply into my kidneys.

I screamed, and slumped like a boneless skeleton. I lay on the ground, making no attempt to move away. I knew no-one could see inside the part of the car park we were in, so no help would come. He towered over me now, and his hand moved quickly, up my skirt and moved my knickers to one side, his fingers diving straight into my pussy, may already wet pussy. He finger fucked me for a few minutes, feeling me getting wetter. Then I felt his fingers pull out of me, and he helped me to sit up if I thought the test was over, I was sorely mistaken. The backhander came totally without warning, sending me crashing back to the ground, my face on fire, the scream caught in my throat. He dragged me to my knees and unzipped his trousers. I knew what he expected, and wasted no time, opening my mouth so he could get his cock into me. He literally rammed it in as hard as he could, choking, but I made no effort to pull away from him.

Seconds later he stopped, pulled his cock out and refastened his trousers. Then he leaned down to me, not helping me up, and asked me again if I wanted the shoot he planned for next week.

I was sobbing heavily. My kidneys still hurt, and my face stung badly. Through my tears I nodded to him.

“You will be contacted, Angel.”

With that he walked to his car, and drove off, leaving me on my knees, sobbing heavily, in the car park. I now knew what to expect from them. No mercy. No mercy at all.

CHAPTER TWELVE

My whole body hurt. There wasn’t a single part I could point to and say it felt good. I had been beaten badly, fucked savagely, and tied tighter than I though possible. My little finger was broken, and now in a cast, and much of my body was bruised.

But I was a thousand pounds richer, and lined up for a second film. When I fully recovered from this one.

It had started with Roy, the guy in the pub, showing me an out of the way bus stop.

“This is where it starts. You will be waiting for a bus, and some motorcycle guys will arrive and start to tease you. At first, I want you to be sassy, and answer them back. There is no script, make it up as you go along. From here they will take you to an abandoned factory, where the rest of the shoot takes place. Once the first camera starts to roll. No matter what you say or do, the filming will continue. If you cry, scream, it doesn’t matter. It makes for better filming. I will leave you here, at the bus stop. You will not know when the camera actually starts shooting, it may already have started. I would say enjoy your day, but I seriously doubt that will happen. So I will simply say, make the members enjoy your day.”

Roy got in his car, and left me alone at the desolate bus stop. I doubted a bus had even passed by there in the last five years, let alone stopped there. And I didn’t expect one to come along on cue to rescues me. I wasn’t disappointed.

I could hear motorcycle engines approaching, and I knew the cameras were already filming. Whatever happened now, was out of my control.

Four cycles stopped where I stood at the bus stop. Three were conventional ones, the fourth had a sidecar. The men whistled at me, as they probably would at any girl dressed as I was, in a tight top and short skirt.

Three of them got off their bikes and moved closer. I knew that I was trapped. The bus stop itself was at my back, so I could not retreat, and the three guys were now blocking my other paths.

One of the guys stood directly in front of me, saying things that would make a good girl blush. I answered him back, laughing at his attempts to pick me up.

The violence began with no warning at all. He had his hand out, touching my own hand. I had tried to move it away from him, but I was far too slow. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him. His own head came forwards, and I felt the immense pain as his head made contact with mine. Immediately My head shot back, crashing into the bus stop. Lights exploded in my head, and then blackness. I didn’t even feel myself fall to the ground.

Only afterwards, after seeing the film myself, did I know they had picked me up, bundled me into the sidecar, and driven off with me, unconscious.

I awoke in the abandoned factory, though it was no longer abandoned. It seemed to be the home of the biker gang that had found me at the bus stop. I tried to move my hands, but they were tied behind my back. My ankles were also tied together, and I was slumped in a corner, about ten feet from the men, now numbering eight.

I had the worst headache I have ever known, from where he had head butted me, and where I had crashed into the metal bus stop. I didn’t find out until much later that he had not intended to hit me that hard. But it proved to be a good starting point for a film that would get more violent as it progressed.

The men all looked like genuine bikers. None less than forty, most of them overweight, dirty beards and tangled hair. Their clothes had probably not been washed since they were bought, and they smelled of beer.

Normally, a nice girl would go nowhere near them. But I was not a nice girl. I was a slut. And not just in the film.

One of them realised I was awake and came over to where I was slumped. He placed his hand behind me and grabbed at my bound wrists, pulling them far up my back, and dragging me painfully across the granite floor.

“The bitch is awake. What shall we do with her?”.

One of the other guys stood up and spoke, laughing.

“I know what I am going to do. I ain’t had a shag in a month”.

“What about that blonde last week?” one of the other enquired.

“She couldn’t handle “big daddy”. She screamed once, and was off like a sprinter in the Olympics. This one, is going nowhere till I get my shag”.

That told me that the clothes I still wore, would be with me not much longer. I couldn’t see any of these being nice enough to pull my knickers to one side, and take me gently. It was much faster than I had thought. The guy who claimed not to have had a shag for a month pulled a knife from his pocket, and even before I could try backing away, had cut through my top, parting it down the middle, exposing my lace bra. This lasted less than a minute longer than my top, and my tits came into view for the first time.

“Great jugs” came from another member of the gang. I could sit and play with them for hours”.

I felt someone unzipping the back of my skirt, but I was unable to see who, and seconds it was being dragged down my legs, and over my feet. Only my knickers had any covering on me, but that wasn’t lasting long either. The guy’s knife flashed again, and my knickers became the same garbage my top and bra had been reduced to. Now I had nothing to preserve my modesty.

“Get some rope” the guy with the knife yelled to someone I couldn’t see. “I want her legs tied wide open. That bitch last week couldn’t handle “big daddy” this bitch isn’t getting the choice. I ant her wide open.”.

Moments later two guys were leaning over my ankles. They cut the rope that had held them together, and quickly tied other ropes to them. My legs were then pulled far apart.. I could feel the strain in my groin, but still they pulled. As the two men held my legs open, I saw the knife man unzip his trousers, and as his cock came into view, I knew why he had named it “big daddy”.

It was a good eight inches long, and very, very thick  I knew even before he knelt between my legs, that he would hurt me. I expected no gentleness, and was not disappointed. He placed the head of his cock at my pussy entrance, then thrust into me. I screamed out, involuntarily. As his huge weapon filled my pussy in a single lunge. It felt as if he had poked a hot poker into me. He didn’t wait to see if anyone was watching, he grabbed my hips and used them to pull me onto his cock, as his own hips bucked hard.

I had wanted hard sex, and I was getting it. Big style.

I  was trying frantically to relieve the pressure on my arms. They were p9nned between me and the hard granite floor, and were already hurting. They had been tied tighter than Danny had ever tied them. I was still trying to move them when another guy stood over me. I saw him pull his dirty jeans off, before moving to kneel on my chest. His underwear was stained with urine, and I suspect many other things. But his cock was hard, and though not quite as long and as thick as the one in my pussy, it was long and hard, and I knew where it was going.

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up, his cock in line with my mouth. Had I not opened my mouth he would have knocked my teeth out. He rammed his hips forwards with such force, he was buried in the back of my throat even before I knew he was in my mouth. He didn’t move his hips. He used my hair to pull my head back and forth, forcing his cock deep, but not allowing it to fall out.

I had been double fucked before, but not like this. I tried twisting my arms to make them more comfortable. But I gave an almighty scream. I had twisted my hand, but caught my little finger. The guy’s weight did the rest. I felt the searing pain, and knew instinctively that I had broken it. But there was nothing I could do. The screams would simply be recorded, and the action would continue.

I heard the guy fucking my pussy start to breathe heavily, and knew he would soon be cumming. Roy had promised me no-one would come inside me, but I had already started taking the pill, just in case.

It was a good job I had. The guy rammed his cock hard into me, and I felt it jerk, I knew what was happening, but I could do nothing to prevent it. The guy was filling my pussy with his juices. Whether this was the plan all along, or whether he had broken the agreement, I didn’t know. But as he came. So did I.

I cannot help what happens to my body. Sex, any sex, does the same to me, and violent sex seems to do it more. I was screaming around the cock ramming into my mouth, but this was a different scream. This was a scream of pure ecstasy. I had come in rivers. My body shook, and My hips tried hard to move to hold his cock in me. But I couldn’t move. The guys pulling my legs apart were making sure I could not move. .

I felt the guy in my mouth start to move faster. I really didn’t care where he came. As long as he did. I wanted him to fill my throat with his juices, and if necessary. Would spit some out for the camera. But not all. I wanted to taste it, drink it. I had earned it.

I felt his cock jerk, and his cum lashed against my throat. I couldn’t help myself. The first wave was swallowed even before I realised it. I managed to keep some of the rest in my mouth, though some did dribble out of the corners of me mouth, and down the sides of my face.

As he pulled out, I spat what little I had captured back at him. Defiance. He laughed.

The two men moved away, apparently satisfied. But I wasn’t. and I told them in no uncertain terms. I sort of remember saying something about, if that was the best they could do, they were no match for a real woman. It was perhaps the worst mistake I made.

My groin was hurting, my arms felt dead, apart from my little finger, which hurt beyond reason. But I was defiant. I had been head butted, and I had broken my own finger, but where was the violence I was promised by Roy?

It came. And it came in buckets full.

Someone I had not seen earlier stood over me.

“You think you are clever, bitch? Lets see how clever you are now”.

With that he aimed a kick at my ribs. I tried to move away, but my legs were still being held wide open, and another kick hit the same spot.

The screams were loud, and heartfelt. The bastard was trying to get his boot into my heart.

“Hang her up” he shouted to no one in particular.

I saw three guys approach me, and even though my legs were still held wide open. They forced me to sit up. I felt the rope around my wrists release, obviously been cut, but I was not fast enough to do anything. I felt both wrists grabbed, and pulled in front of me. A new rope was tied around them, just as tight as the previous one. I could also see my right little finger at a strange angle to the rest of my hand, and each movement of my hand caused as new scream from me.

Satisfied that the ropes were secured, I felt a sudden tug on them, and My arms were swiftly pulled over my head. I felt movement in my legs. The guys holding them open had released them. But it would do me no good. Without warning My arms were dragged into the air, as they lifted me, using only the ropes around my wrist. I struggled hard to pull them free before it was too late, but it was already too late.

I was airborne in seconds. The weight of my body on my shoulders, which were already screaming in pain. The ropes around my ankles were still there, and now my legs were being pulled apart again, perhaps even wider than before.

My wrists, my shoulders my hands and my groin were in agony, but it didn’t matter to the bikers. They wanted to stretch me as much as they could.

Hauled into the air, my legs again spread wide, I had no defences. The guy who had ordered me to be strung up stood in front of me.

“I will teach you to take the piss, bitch”.

I knew he would, but not the way he did.

He picked up what I later learned to be a piece of three by two wood. He swung back with it, and then brought it forwards. It hit me across my stomach, taking my breath away, and forcing a piercing scream from my mouth.

I had never felt such pain, but he brought the wood back. I knew there was going to be a second blow, but there was something else. There was someone behind me. Had my legs not been pulled so wide, my feet would have been on the floor. But this only meant I was at the right height for the guy behind me. I could feel his cock, searching, but not for my pussy. I felt him press at my arse, and prayed he wouldn’t succeed. None of the cock I had felt so far, were small. And I had no reason to think his would be any different. But until I saw the video, I wasn’t to know.

The guy in front of me swung the piece of wood again once more it bit deep into my abdomen, and I think My body refused to accept any more pain. As I blacked out.

By watching the video I know that the guy who had been behind me, had fucked my arse. He had pulled on my hips, forcing himself deep inside me. It hadn’t mattered that I knew nothing about it. He knew what he wanted, and he took it.

When I awoke again I was still hanging off the floor. My legs were now closed, but that simply meant I had been raised higher.

Three guys stood around me. Cocks in hands. I remembered thinking if they were going to fuck me, they would need step ladders, but that wasn’t what they wanted.

Which one actually started first, I cant remember, but moments later three jets of piss were being aimed at my body.

I had never even seen a man piss before, but now, three of them were doing it in front of me, and on me. I could feel my pussy heating up again. I begged my body not to do it, but I was ignored. The very thought of being pissed on, no humanity, was turning me on more than ever, and my pussy was leaking like a fountain.

“The bitch loves it” came from behind me somewhere.

Almost immediately I was lowered to the ground. I had no energy to even stand, as two men came over and stood above me.

“Get me a ring gag”. That came from one of the men standing over me, and moments later, my mouth was being forced open, and the large ring, held behind my teeth, held my mouth wide open.

I had stopped struggling to free my arms. I could hardly even feel them by now. I saw two cocks pointing at me, as a pair of hands held my head still. Moments later a torrent of piss was aimed at me. It splashed all over my face, and some went into my mouth. With the gag on, I couldn’t spit it out. And even though I was not swallowing it, I could not prevent it running down the back of my throat. The second guy decided to go one better.  He rammed his cock into my mouth, and held it still. I tried to move my head away, but there was nowhere to go, as the man’s cock began to release it’s load. My mouth filled instantly, my throat was overloaded. I could feel it running from my lips, covering my face and my neck. But the man had done what he wanted. I could do nothing as I tasted it deep in my throat. I couldn’t throw up, the man’s cock made sure of that. He would not move until he had finished..

I could just about start moving my arms again, even though my shoulders felt as if they were on fire. As soon as they realised I could move them, two of the guts stood me up, pulling my hands in front of me. One of them bent down and released the rope on my feet, as another moved away. I heard a motorcycle start, and moments later it stopped in front of me. Someone tied  my hands to the carrier on the back of the bike, and seconds later the man started moving forwards.

I realised immediately that if I didn’t move with the bike, I would be dragged around the factory. And tired as my legs were, I had to make sure I kept up. The way the men had already treated me left me in no doubt about their ability and willingness to drag me should I fall or fail to keep up.

The bike wasn’t moving fast, but with my tired muscles, it was still hard work keeping up. And when he swung in a circle, he almost had me on the floor. There was a good three feet of rope between my hands and the carrier, long enough to force me into a wider circle than the bike took on corners.

After a few minutes the guy started to speed up a little. Not racing speed or anything like it. But enough to force me to run to keep up. My calf muscles blazed with the pain, and I knew I would not be able to keep up much longer.

I pleaded with them to slow down, but riotous laughter was my only reward. They knew what they were doing, and knew they would soon have me on the ground. They were banking on it.

I had asked about the violence Roy had mentioned, and now I was getting it. In spades.

It finally happened on a corner, and it was done deliberately. I had kept up with the bike, but barely, and as he moved into a corner he sped up. It only lasted a moment, but it was enough for me to lose my footing, and crash to the ground, unable to break my fall. He must have known exactly what was going to happen, as the bike came to a full stop, presumably so my falling momentum would not pull him off the bike.

I landed face down, my tits crashing against the hard granite floor, my hips jarring and my knees badly bruised from it. Almost immediately the bike started moving again. A little faster than it had before, and I was rolling helplessly from one side to the other. I knew my tits wee cut and badly bruised, and my legs flayed wildly.

I was going to know exactly how a crash victim feels by the time the bike stopped again.

I must have banged my head somewhere, because I felt darkness claim me again, and when I regained consciousness, I was no longer tied to the bike.

I was straddling one guy, his cock buried deep in my pussy, and another guy was behind me, his cock all the way into my arse, as they double fucked me. The fact I had been unconscious had meant nothing to them.

I was there to be used, and used I was. Even as they fucked me another guy stood to one side, his cock in his hands and he aimed it at me chest. Seconds later a torrent of piss shot from the end.

Roy had promised me violence, humiliation and sex. Her had fulfilled all those promises. The only promise he had failed to keep was that none of the men would actually cum inside me. Not a single one had pulled out. Everyone of of my holes had been cum in, many times.

I was getting paid a lot of money for this shoot. At first when he had told me, I thought it was going to be easy money. But I had earned it, and earned it the hard way.

It took over two weeks to recover from this one day. Not even a full day. Two hours from start to painful finish.

As he handed me the cash Roy looked me up and down. I was battered, bruised, covered in dirt and grease. My lip was bleeding, my little finger broken, and both my tits and my arse were black and blue.

“Now you see why we pay so highly, and why we never seem to get the same girl twice. “

He turned on his heels and walked away. He had got what he wanted, and I knew his members would be happy.

It had been a good day for Roy, a great day for the group of bikers, and I the bruises to show for it.

Even worse, when I finally got home, I had a letter from my mother saying she would be home the following Friday. Just one more week of the freedom I had enjoyed during her absence.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

When my mother finally arrived home, many of my bruises had died down, but some still remained. The plaster on my little finger was clearly visible, and I had an answer ready for when she asked me how it had happened. But she never asked.

She came in through the front door, said she was tired, and disappeared into her bedroom. She looked older and tired. And so unlike my mother.

At first I thought that maybe looking after my aunt had worn her out, but the following day I ever actually saw her. I had gone out to put some money into the bank, as I did on regular occasions. I had to put small manageable amounts in, as putting it all in at the same time would have raised questions I was reluctant to answer.

When I got back home there was a plate of sandwiches in the kitchen, and a note from my mother saying she was staying in her room, and dint want disturbing.

I had never seen her like this before. She was normally a happy person. I told myself she would be okay in a few days, but the few days became a week, then two weeks. I could hear her moving about in her room, but she never left it.

And when I had been out, there was a plate of sandwiches waiting for my return.

I tried knocking on her door, but she didn’t answer, even though I could hear her moving around inside.

In the end, I gave up. I left her a note saying I was fed up of sandwiches and would cook for myself. I made it look as if I was out at work during the day, just in case she saw me dressed as I was.

During her absence, Alice had slowly disappeared. I was Angel in films, and I had become Angel in reality. The dowdy clothes I once wore had been consigned to the bin, and now I dressed older, and wore my makeup with pride.

Six months I would never have worn makeup in the house, but now I simply didn’t care. I was legally old enough to leave home, should I wish, and I had enough money in the bank to fund a flat if the need arose.

And, I had a way to make more, should I wish.

But my mother never did see Angel. During the third week I was awoken by a scream from her room. I banged on the door, but she didn’t answer. I tried opening the door, but it was locked.

In fear, I rang the police. They were there in a little over ten minutes. By which time, it was too late to save her. She had cut both wrists.

The coroner said she had committed suicide whilst her mind was in confusion. But I later found out she was not confused. She knew exactly what she was doing. In her will she had left the house to me, and what little money she had managed to save. Other than that, she had left specific things to specific people. These were not the deeds of a deranged woman. My mother had not been confused.

My aunt offered to take me back to the coast to live with her. But I didn’t want to go. Even though the house had bad memories, I was going to stay there.

I had not been in touch with anyone for ages, but I knew that right then, I needed to be hurt, and hurt badly. There was only one place to go.

Roy.

I contacted him and arranged to meet him in a bar some distance from my home. The night before meeting him, I again watched the film of my last time in his hands.

I had been used as a punch bag, had been kicked  mercilessly, had been fucked everywhere possible, and been pissed on, and in. It had take a long time to recover from it, but there was no-one I could think of who could fill the need I now had.

I had convinced myself that my mother had discovered it was me that my father was fucking, and couldn’t handle it. Her death was my fault, and I needed purging of that.

Roy smiled as I entered the bar, a drink already waiting for me.

“This is a surprise, Angel. As I said before, we never get girls asking for seconds. The treatment they get is usually enough to last them a lifetime. I could have told you how much it would hurt, but you would not have known till you felt it. And everyone really thinks, even though I tell them otherwise, that the violence us faked. When they find out just how real it is, they don’t come back”.

“I am not your typical girl” I answered, sipping at the whisky. “I knew I would get hurt, and I knew I would get fucked. Though you lied to me. You told me they would all pull out. They didn’t. not one of them, and you knew beforehand that it would be that way. Why did you lie?”.

“I wanted you for the film, Angel. It was that simple. Had I told you what would happen, that they would cream pie you everywhere, you may have said no. however, it IS one of the things my members like. Seeing the evidence that, not only has a girl been royally fucked, they have been cream pied.”.

“Okay” I said. “No more lies. Not about anything. One more lie, and I will never work for you again. And will go on the forum and tell people you are a liar. Be honest with me. And we can do some more work. If you want me”.

Roy grinned widely.

“You are currently the best selling victim I have. At least forty percent up on your nearest rival. If you can handle what you get, then we can work together. And no more lies. I only told you they would pull out, so you would do the film.”

I looked at him.

“Forty percent you say?”.

“I can show you, if you want”. He said. He took a small diary from his pocket and leafed through it until he found what he was looking for.

“This is the total number of films I sold in the past year. If you look closely, you can see where it says Angel 850. that’s 850 of your films that have been sold.  Carol 500. she was the biggest seller until you came along. And Carol doesn’t work for us now. In fact, you are the first to do a feature film before a site film. And the first girl to do a feature, and ask for more.”

I looked over at him, showing him that my glass was empty.

As he stood up to refill the glasses, I looked through the diary. There were a number of names in it, and some figures, but the figures against my name were higher than anyone’s. obviously, I had made Roy a lot of money. I didn’t mind that, I knew he would. And I was happy with the thousand he had paid me.

“Okay”, I started, as he came back from the bar. “If I wanted to work for you again, would things get worse? Would I be able to handle it? Or would you be pushing me further than anyone else, to see how far I can be pushed?”.

“if you came and did another film, a feature film not a site film. What you have experienced so far could be stretched. I do not give the other people a script. I tell them what I want, and I tell them I want to see the girls hurt, but still alive. How badly they treat you, how badly they hurt you, is out of my hands. I am not going to tell you differently. Its how I work, and its why I have so many members.”

“If I say yes. Then when?”.

“I already have an idea. It would take me a few days to set it up, but within a week, I should say. I can pick less violent people, or I can pick more violent people, or even the same people. You tell me what you ant, and I will arrange it.”

“Okay. This is want I would like. I don’t want my arms or legs breaking. I don’t want killing. Other than that, I don’t want to know how badly I will get hurt. I don’t care who you use, the harder, the better. If I walk away un-bruised, un-fucked, I will never return. If you give me what I want, your members will get what they want. Do we have a deal?”.

The deal was set I stone. I had basically just given him permission to arrange the most violent film he had ever made. He knew he would be paying more for this one, but he also knew he would make it back tenfold, if not more.

Either way, Roy couldn’t lose. And either way, I would get the beating I truly felt I deserved.

I just hoped my mother wasn’t going to be looking down to see her daughter treated this way.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I sat at home telling myself how stupid I was being.

I was putting myself in a dangerous position, where I would have no control, and would not be able to stop what happened, with some very dangerous men. In fact, I was inviting them to hurt me.  And I knew they would.

I had said no broken arms, no broken legs, but other than that, no limits. This would leave me open to anything someone’s devious mind could come up with, and no way to stop it.

But at the same time, I knew my mother had murdered herself, because of me. I had murdered her, and I deserved everything I got. No matter how much they hurt me, it would not be as much as I had hurt my mother.

It had taken a long time to recover from the last shoot with Roy, but I had done so. Ad I had been active in other ways since then.

I had used some of my mother’s money to rent a flat. It wasn’t much, but that was all I needed. It wasn’t for living in, it was for fucking in.

I had started to frequent the local clubs on weekend nights, and most of the bouncers never asked for ID. I would pick up some guy at the club, take him back to the flat, and fuck his brains out for him.

I needed the sex. And I needed to know that the guy fucking me was only using me for that purpose.

Only once had I been asked for ID, it was a new bouncer, and I made sure as I rifled through my bag looking for the ID I didn’t have, that he got a great view of my tits. In the end, he told me I could go in. he thought he may be onto a winner. I made sure he was.

I left the club almost last, knowing he would be finishing his shift.

I teased him as I left the building, suggesting he was not man enough fore a good woman.

He laughed and told me he was more than man enough for someone like me.

That was a challenge. And I made sure he wanted me, as I bent over to pick up the handbag I deliberately dropped. I knew he could see  how tight my skirt was. And it was pretty clear I was wearing no knickers. I had taken them off in the toilets earlier.

I said that if he was man enough, he could take me home, and prove it.

That was the challenge to him, and one any red blooded male could not refuse. He knew there and then that he was in line for a shag. And who can refuse that?

I made him wish he had. I fucked his brains out, taking everything he could give me, and wanting more. His cock as by no means small, but compared to some of the cocks I have had, he was not over large either. Nor did he have the stamina.

I made sure he knew I was having an orgasm as we fucked. But I am a nymphomaniac. The first orgasm only leads to the second, and the third. And the need for more.

He was worn out within an hour. I could do nothing to get his cock hard again, and I did try.

It would be some time before he told anyone else he was man enough for them.

I was only two days away from my next encounter with Roy. I watched the last film again, reminding myself what I was not only letting myself in for, but actually inviting.

I remembered being in pain, but the mind is a strange thing. Though I remember actually being in pain, the pain itself is washed from memory. And I could watch myself get hurt, with no remorse.

I had told him that this time, I wanted more. I knew he would do it, but he would not give me any details. He would make sure that whoever was involved, knew what to do, or they would not be involved in the first place.

On the day of the shoot, I was ready. I owed this to my mother, and she would be well compensated for what I felt I had done to her. If Roy was true to his word, I would spend a ,lot of time recovering. Whether I would be regretting it later, is something I could not answer at that time.

Had I known in advance what was actually going to happen, I may not have been so ready to go ahead. I had said no broken arms or legs. I did not say no anything else. And I will forever bear the marks of that day.

I arrived at the meeting place early, as always. But Roy was already there.

“You ready?” he asked.

I got into the car and nodded. Whatever came my way, I was ready for. I tried to ask him what the plans were, but as usual. He didn’t know.

“I have arranged a group of guys for you. Apparently, one of them is a brutal bastard, the others are just cruel. They didn’t tell me what they had planned for you, but they did say to make sure the cameras caught everything. Angel. I run this site, I arrange the gigs, and even I would suggest you think twice about this gig. You know the rules. Once it starts I do not interfere, no matter how badly you get hurt. You can still pull out, and I will pay the guys off. And that is the first time I have ever offered to do this. Even I have concerns about this one. No other site will work with these guys. It’s up to you”.

I listened to what he had to say, but nothing was going to change my resolve. This time I was not actually doing for myself. I needed to atone for my mother, and no mater what pain they inflicted on me, I would have deserved it.

“Keep driving” was all I could say, knowing that by doing so, I was no longer leaving myself an option to get out of it.

“I need you to drink the bottle of water, Angel. It will send you to sleep, but these guys want to start with you asleep. I don’t know why. I didn’t ask. It has a mild sleeping drug in the water, they supplied it themselves.”.

I looked at the bottle of water Roy offered me. I really had no choice in the matter. I had agreed to the shoot, and that meant agreeing to everything about the shoot. And if that meant I was a sleep as it started, then so be it.

Taking the bottle I began to drink. There was a slightly odd taste, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I knew, even before I asked, that I was meant to drink the whole bottle. Whether I actually did or not, was beyond me. I started to feel light headed. As if I were drunk. I could feel my eyes closing, the road ahead blurring. As unconsciousness took me.

I awoke to find myself tied to a cross. My arms were at shoulder height, and my legs were spread wide. A leather belt around my waist held me in place. I could go nowhere.

In front of me I saw eight men, all naked, and all stroking their cocks, as if ready to fuck me. Had that been the case, I would have loved it. But it was a deception.

I could hear voices, but I couldn’t understand them. They were Polish or something like it, and spoke their own language, I didn’t understand a single word that was being said.

One voice towered above the others, and I saw the eight men step backwards. What they wanted was clear, but it was being denied them, and not by me.

A sole man stood in front of me and spoke. It took me a while to understand what he was saying, but the message finally came through loud and clear. I tried desperately to get off the cross, but the ropes were far too tight to get free of, and the waist restraint was fastened somewhere behind me.

What I had understood. frightened even me.

I saw the meat skewer in his hand, and tried desperately to get out of it way, but there was nowhere to go, as he brought it up to my left tit. I knew what he was about to do, and I screamed even before I felt the sharp point touching me.

I had never screamed so loud as I did when I felt the skewer being pressed into the fleshy part of my tit. I could feel it tearing its way through, as I struggled hard to get free of the cross, to get away from the skewer. But there was no escape. I screamed louder and louder, as the eight of an inch sharp skewer was forced slowly through my tit. I had never felt pain this bad before.

I felt it pop as it finished it’s journey, the end of the skewer finding a way out on the other side of my tit.

I watched in disbelief as he picked up a second skewer. My left tit was already skewered. And now he was moving to my other one.

I tried everything I could to move away from it, but there was nowhere to go. I was tied so tightly only my head would move, and it did, shaking from side to side, as I screamed once more. The skewers were sharp, and broke flesh easily, but the pain. I would rather have been kicked unconscious than to feel the pain I was feeling right now. I felt it as it tore its way through my flesh. I was sure he had destroyed my tits, as he spoke softly in his native tongue. I felt sure he was telling me what he had done, but I couldn’t understand a word of it.

What made it worse for me, is that the man smiled constantly. As if he was truly enjoying his work. And I guessed he was. Someone grabbed my head from behind, and I felt a strap going across my forehead, pulling it backwards. I tried to shake free, but the strap allowed me no movement at all. My head was now stuck in one place.

Moments later, I knew why. As the man picked up another skewer, and grabbed one of my ear lobes.

I pleaded and begged him not to do it, but I felt the sharp tip of the skewer pressed at my left ear lobe, ad seconds later, I felt it being pressed hard. It was through before I knew it, I had never had any piercings before, and now I was being pierced in the most painful way I could ever imagine.

Moments later, and my other ear lobe was also skewered. The more I screamed, the more the man seemed to smile. It was his satisfaction, knowing I was in terrible pain.

And I was.

I must have passed out half way through the next skewer. The man grabbed my nose in his left hand, and picked up a skewer with his right. I knew what he was going to do, but try as I might, I could not move my head away. As the skewer moved ever closer to my nose.. I felt it press hard against my nose. And then a sudden eruption of pain. I didn’t feel it pass through, I was unconscious by that time.

It was only when I watched the video at hoe later that I understood why I could not scream or talk when I awoke later.

I watched the video as the man pulled my tongue out as far as he could. Another skewer was then placed under my jaw and pressed through. It went through my lower jaw, and then through my tongue, before going through  my upper lips. Keeping my tongue at full stretch, without that, my screams were barely audible..

And I would scream often.

Having satisfied himself that the skewers were as he wanted he waved one of the guys forwards. I was now defenceless, and, at that moment in time, unconscious. I didn’t know until I saw the film tgat he had fucked me. There was no gentleness, he had come over, his cock already hard, had thrust it deep inside me. And had fucked me hard and fast.; once more, there was no sudden pulling away as he came. The video clearly showed his cum dripping from my pussy as he pulled out of me.

Even as I was being fucked. More skewers were being put in my flesh. One had gone from left to right through my side, and another one on the other side mirrored it.

I had not even felt the last three go in, but when I awoke. I knew they were there.

And he hadn’t yet finished.

I woke to see a man walking towards me, stroking his cock.  I could already feel cum on my inner thighs, but hadn’t yet realised what it was. The man wasted no time. I was unable to move as he speared me with his cock. It may not have been the largest I had ever known, but I was tied, ad skewered. Everything seemed worse than it was, as the man drilled his cock deep inside me.

I didn’t care what he did. I wanted him inside me, and I was in no position to take him any deeper than he was going. I was still wet, and getting wetter. When I saw the skewer man pick up another needle. I, by now, didn’t care. I had absolutely no control at all.

I saw him aim the needle at my wrist, and tried to move it way from him, but it was no trouble for him to grab my wrist and hold it still. I could feel the man in my pussy getting ready to shoot inside me. At the same time the man with the skewer pressed it into my wrist.

I screamed, but little emerged, as the pain shook my whole body. The skewer went deep into my wrist, and out the other side. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more. But  was powerless to stop it, and I knew Roy had no intention of stopping it.

I watched in horror as the man grabbed the next skewer. I knew exactly where this one was going, but try as I may, I could not move my other wrist away from him.

How he missed any thing vital. I don’t know. But my screams were loud in my head, barely audible due to my stretched and skewered tongue.

I now had seven skewers through various parts of my body. And the inability to scream. The guy fucking me was immaterial. I knew he was cuming,. But it didn’t matter. He would simply be one more that had flooded my pussy with his juices. Many more would do the same.

At least six more that I knew of.

Suddenly, the strap holding my head was release, and I could move it again. Not that it would do me any good. I could turn and see who was the next to fuck me, but talking. or screaming for release, was out of the question. My tongue was fixed in one place, and I could do nothing to move it.. the pain was slowly dying down, as it does when you get your ears pierced. But not as mine had been pierced.

One after another, the eight guys came and did what they had to do to me. I could feel each of the men as they fucked me hard, but any resistance on my part was barely noticeable. I couldn’t even more my fingers without sever pain in my wrists  All of them came inside me, as I knew they would. Roy was paying me extra for this privilege.

It was only as the last one finished ins me that I was allowed off the cross.

Not that I was able to do much. My hands had lost all feelings. I couldn’t have taken the skewers out if my life depended on it. The man doing the skewering had known exactly what he was doing.

I don’t know how long we had been filming, and no idea how much longer we had to go. It could have been ten minutes to go, or an hour.. it didn’t matter to me, as I could do nothing to hasten or slow down time.

I had wanted real pain, and I was feeling it. My tits had stopped hurting, as had my ear lobes, but every movement I tried to make with my hands, revived the pain there.

I wanted the skewers out, but knew better than to pull them out myself, even had I the strength to do so.

I felt the ropes holding me in place being loosened, but I knew this simply meant something else was going to happen. But even I could not have foreseen what did happen next.

Once free of the cross, two pairs of arms guided me to another room. I could barely walk, my wrists hurt more than I could have imagined.

I was led to where a piece of thick wood lay on the floor. It was an eight by four, straight from the builders yard.

I was moved so that I lay on it. I wondered how they would keep me in place, but my thoughts were soon interrupted, and the knowledge became painfully clear.

Two men held me down on the wooden board. As a third man came closer, holding a hammer. I first thought he would hit me with it, but his targets were elsewhere.. I felt someone grab one of the skewers that had gone though my ear lobes. Seconds later, I heard the hammer blow, and felt the skewer forced further through my ear, lodging itself deep in the wood beneath me. My scream was a gurgled moan, as I felt the hand move to the other ear. I knew. now, how they would hold me in place.. Seconds later, the hammer hit the other skewer, and I was pinned in place. I couldn’t lift my head without hurting myself, and twisting it from side to side was a definite no..

I could no longer move my head, but I could feel someone take hold of my hand. I couldn’t even close the fingers of my hand, but it mattered not.

I felt it stretched to one side, and again, I heard the hammer, and felt the pain, as My wrist was now held out far from my body. I tried, in vain, to lift my hand, but to do . would have meant trying to drag the skewer out of the floor to which it had been driven. The other wrist followed moments later. And through my pain I knew I was now held totally helpless. I could not move my arms, or my head, without causing myself greater pain.

I couldn’t see the skewer man, but he was there, and still had work to do.

My screams over the next few minutes echoed through \My head, but came out as simple groans.

Starting with my right leg, he pulled it away from the other. Moments later I felt him trying to find a fleshy part of my thigh. Finding it. He held the skewer I place. I waited for him to push it through, but I was shocked when he picked up the hammer. I a single blow, he sent the skewer through my flesh, and into the wood behind me. No matter how hard I tried now, I would not be able to close my legs. Even less so when he did exactly the same with my other thigh.

The pain was overwhelming, but I could do nothing to stop it. I couldn’t move from where I was now nailed, in agony.

I could feel and see some of the men who had already fucked me, and I knew they would do so again. But I could do absolutely nothing in the position I was in.

I thought nothing worse could happen to me now, but I was wrong, and it came without me seeing it.

I could not move my head, but I felt something touch me between my open legs. It was hard. And seemed to trap my clit in it. Then came the skewer.

The man pulled  at my clit.. I tried  screaming for him to leave it alone., but my tongue was much to far out of my mouth to get any words out. And my scream was lost to it’s effectiveness.

The needle went right through my clit. And was then twisted. I had never felt so much pain and agony in my life, though it was about to get worse.

The twisted skewer through my clit was placed so it was trapped by my thighs, pulling hard at my clit.

I knew I would feel nothing but pain, as the eight men standing around me fucked me.

Roy had promised me more pain. And he as delivering it. I had no idea how long the scene had been going on for, but it felt as if it were forever.

In the position I was held  in I could stop nothing. I never even saw the needle that was heading for my arm. I felt the injection but could not turn my head to see what was happening.. I felt something being pumped directly into my vein, and moments later, everything started to drift away from me. Whatever they had drugged me with was both effective, and fast.

How long I was unconscious for I have no idea. Even now, after watching the film, I don’t know. The film had been edited to speed up what was happening to me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

When I did finally awake, I was no longer skewered to the floor. In fact, all the skewers had been removed, but many parts of my body still felt the effects of them.

I tried to lift my hand to my aching head, but the simple movement on my wrist, brought a scream from my lips. Both hands were as bad as each other. I could not move them without having to move my wrist, and that brought such agony I couldn’t bring myself to move them.

There was a heavy pain between my legs, my clit. I thought, at first, that the skewer was till in place, but my legs were free, and I could move them, which meant the long skewer had gone.

My tits were also a cause for agony, as were my pussy lips.

I was blindfolded, so could not see what the problem with them was. I could, had I been able to move my hands without excruciating pain, have removed the blindfold, but that was not going to happen. Not until I could move them, even slightly, without burning agony.

I could feel something hanging from my ears, and I guessed they had used the holes the skewers had made. To put rings through. That in itself was not a problem. I had planned to have them pierced at some stage soon anyway. But I would not have chosen skewers to do it with. I had planned on going to a specialist for that.

I could move my tongue, but there still seemed to be something through the centre of it. I knew instinctively what they had done. Like my ears, they had utilised the holes and placed a bar through my tongue. Again, in itself, that was not a problem, as it was another thing I had planned on doing, but only because I was told it sent men wild while you blew their cocks.

The biggest pain, until I tried moving my hands again, were my nipples and tits in general. They had skewered my tits, but not through the nipples, and I couldn’t understand why they, and the area surrounding them was hurting so much.

I wasn’t tied down, I was free to move about, but that would mean moving my arms, and I was certainly not ready for that just yet.

I could hear two men arguing a little way off. I recognised Roy’s voice, but the other was a stranger to me.

“You went too far. Even for our site you went too far”

That was Roy’s voice, and he sounded angry.

“You said no limits. You said I could do what I wanted. And I did.”

“The girl wont be able to use her fucking arms for ages. You were lucky not to do even more damage than you did.”

“She will recover, eventually”

“Eventually?  What fucking good is eventually?” 

“You told me no limits, and I took that as meaning no limits. You cant start arguing now that there were limits. I did what I wanted, just as you said I could.”

“But you have permanently marked her. That was not a part of out deal.. what if we, or another site want her again? We have your handiwork on show?”

“As I said, Roy. You said no limits. So I did what I wanted at the time. You didn’t say no permanent marks, you didn’t say ‘please leave her as she arrived’, you told me no limits, so I did what I wanted to do.”

I still couldn’t move, and couldn’t see, I had no idea what permanent markings they were on about, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

I tried, again, to move my hand, but the scream of pain as my wrist moved, brought me to their attention.

One of them, I later learned to be Roy. Held me in his arms and tried to calm me.

I heard him tell the other man that he would never work for Roy again. And the man tell Roy to fuck off.

I wanted to know what had happened, I needed to know, but Roy wouldn’t tell me. Instead I felt him holding me tight. I had not known Roy could be so worried about the girls, but he seemed worried about me. And I wanted to know why.

He asked for  my address, but I was not going to give him the house address. No-one would ever know that. I finally gave him the address of the flat, and he told me he would take me home.

This, too, was different to last time. Whatever had happened today, was worrying Roy.

I felt him move my hands as slowly as he could, but even that caused screams and tears. He had moved them into my lap, and I felt him lift me from where I was, carrying me. I knew I was in a car, but I felt only severe pain from my wrists, My tits did still hurt, but not as much as my wrists did.

I don’t know how long it took to get home, I was lapsing in and out of consciousness.  I later learned he had been caught by three speed cameras. But I knew nothing about that at the time.. I didn’t even know we had arrived at the flat, and that he had carried me, still naked, inside.  He had taken a lot of risks to get me home.

For three days he stayed with me. I was propped up on the bed, comfortable enough to sleep, but so that I would not have to move.

My only problem was going to the toilet. I was in no position to do that alone. and Roy ha to carry me there, and even wipe my arse for me.

I was still blindfolded, and being spoon fed by Roy. It took three full days before I could even move my arms without screaming. But a full week before I could even start to use them without pain.

All that time, Roy stayed and looked after me. I knew he should be in other places, looking after other interests, but he was there for me, whenever I needed something, no matter what it was.

By the end of the week, I was able to move my hands myself, without pain in my wrists. The effects of the session finally starting to wear off.

My tits had stopped hurting, and I had even got used to the bar that ran through my tongue. Even my clit had stopped hurting, and I wanted to see what the skewer man had done to me.

But Roy was not yet ready for me to see.

He warned me that once I saw what had been done, I would get upset.

I was already upset. When I found out what that man had done to me, I was wild.

He then explained that he had arranged the session with the man, knowing that he would skewer me, and then let the other men fuck me. He also knew it would hurt beyond anything I had felt before.

“I was called away just as they were lowering you off the cross, and I missed what he did to you after that, said Roy. “It was only when I got back that I saw what he had done to you. You now have seven stretch piercings, Angel. That means seven deliberate holes in your body, held open by surgical steel rings. They could be removed, normally, but the rings he used were his own design. I guess that was hwy he drugged you first, so you would not feel them going in. each of the rings had four spikes. These are now embedded in you, to stop the rings ever coming out. If I tried to get them out now, it would cause you serious and permanent damage. And he knew this when he put them in your body.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“Your ears are both pierced this way. As are both of your nipples. There are also three rings on each side of your labia. Hell. It could be laced up and closed if anyone wished it.

He hesitated again. And then seemed genuinely concerned as he spoke again.

“The other one is through your clit, and this, also, cannot be removed. These piercings were put in and meant to stay, and they will. I knew nothing about this, Angel. I went ape shit when I found out what he had done. He will never work for me, or any7one else in Britain, ever again.”

I couldn’t believe what Roy was saying. The bastard had pierced me, and I could do nothing about them.  According to Roy, I now had seven gaping holes in my body. I screamed at him, and called him every name I could think of, but in the end, it would change nothing.

I fell asleep crying. I had asked for pain, not for this.

Even now, a week after the shoot, Roy was still at the flat, looking after me.

He knew from the lack of clothes there, that this was only my second home. Not one I used too often, but he didn’t ask any questions. This was a side of him that I had not previously seen, and to be honest, I loved it, but hated to see him wasting his valuable time on me, when there were other things he had to do.

I tried arguing with him, telling him I was fine now, but he insisted on staying. I didn’t know it, but he had spent the week sleeping on the floor, in a sleeping bag. Obviously, at some stage he had arranged for one to be delivered, and I had known nothing about it.

I had seen the piercings, and I knew Roy was right. They would not be taken out any time soon. The holes were over a quarter of an inch wide, and as he said, my pussy could be laced and tied closed had I wanted to do.

My clit still hurt when I touched it, but other than that it was getting better.  My nipples were also healing, and my ear lobes were already healed, and had earrings in them.

The pain, now, was more mental. I  had put myself into the position I found myself, knowing that, at the ed of the day, I was playing with fire. But I had not really expected top get burned. And I had.

I would bear the scars from that shoot forever.

I also needed to know how it would feel to get fucked with all this metal between my legs. Would I still feel the same excitement? I knew Roy would not fuck me. But I knew someone who would. And someone who would fuck me as hard as I needed.

But, would he want me now I was decorated. It would have to wait until Roy had left, and I could return to being alone again.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I hadn’t contacted Danny for some time, and he seemed eager to see me. I told him a few things had changed, but didn’t tell him what. I asked him if he was available to fuck. Not a video session. But a straight forward fuck.

He was busy until Sunday, but was free to meet me then, if I still wanted. I said I did. And arranged a time.

I didn’t know what to expect. The piercings had healed, and I knew My clit was slightly more tender now. But I needed to know if I would still feel the same way as I had, when fucked. And Danny was the guy to do it. I had no doubt that, if it were at Mandy’s flat, he would film it. I simply didn’t care. I was more interested in the sex. What he did after that, was up to him. If I appeared on his site. So be it.

He would be getting a free fuck, and making money on it. I really didn’t care. I needed answers, and he could provide them.

As the day approached I was worried. What if I felt nothing. What if he didn’t want to fuck me with all this metal in me.

I got a taxi to Mandy’s. and she smiled as she let me in, saying it had been a long time. She said he would be there within the hour. We shared a couple of drinks, and made small talk. But the main event would come when Danny arrived. What would happen then I didn’t know.

Danny arrived as he said he would, and I knew that whatever happened, would  be filmed and shown on his site. Even if he didn’t tell me so, I knew Mandy would start the cameras. But I still needed to know if I could be fucked and turned on as much with the piercing.

Danny took me into the dungeon. And as I undressed, stayed silent. I was sure he could see the piercings, especially when I lay on the bench. Wide open, waiting for him..

He said nothing. I could see him stroking his cock, and knew he was about to fuck me. But he had not said anything about my new metalwork/.

Hw simply turned around and disappeared. I thought he was not going to fuck me, but he was back a minute later, with a piece of string.

I watched as he threaded the string through the holes in my nipples, and then leaning down he threaded it through the hole in my clit, pulling the string through, and forcing them a little cloer together, before tying a knot in the string.

.

He stood between the vee of the bench, and I knew what would happen next. I wasn’t disappointed. He aimed his cock at my open pussy, and I could feel the head of it as he touched me. It was no longer my choice. He was going to fuck me. And I was prepared to let him.

If only I had known what to expect.

His cock entered my pussy, and I let out a squeal… so far, no difference I could feel myself already getting wet. But then he rammed hard into me. His whole cock buried deep inside of me. I screamed, with delight and desire.

He slammed against my hips and against my clit. The sensation was unimaginable. Not only did he totally fill me, the way he slammed into me shook my whole body. As my tits bounced, it pulled on my clit, coupled with him crashing against my cervix.

In a single stroke, he had me wetter than I could have thought possible. But a single stroke was not what this was all about. And Danny was not going to stop at that.

His hips began to move, and he fucked me hard and fast. My tits bounced incessantly, and my clit was pulled around like never before.

I came non stop, and screamed with ecstasy. The sensation was better than ever before, though, until it had happened to me, I would never have considered what had been done to me. The effects of the string could not be denied. Every movement of my tits, and as Danny fucked me, there was plenty of that, was reflected on my clit.

By the time Danny finally rammed himself as deep as he could, and I felt him filling me with his cum, I was on a different planet. I had soaked my thighs. His thighs, and I knew there was a pool of my juices on the floor.

I could never have hoped for anything like that. And I knew that in future, sex would be exhilarating , and also, wanted even more.

I knew I had been filmed, and I knew I would appear on Danny’s site. I simply didn’t care. U had the answers I needed, and that was what I had been after.

Now all I needed. Was more and more cock. But first I had to do something with the piercings. Danny had used string. I needed something more eye catching, something more permanent. If the piercing was permanent, then what went through them should be as well. And I knew just what.

It was too late as I left Mandy’s flat, so I would get what I wanted in the morning. But I still had the string through all three as I made my way home. I could have got a taxi, but I wanted to try something out.

I knew exactly what I was doing, but not what to expect.

I had pulled the string slightly tighter, shortening it, before I had left Mandy’s. I could already feel the pressure without even moving. I also knew I could not wear a bra or knickers. I should have perhaps gone for the knickers.

I was less than a hundred yards from Mandy’s when the first wave came. The natural bounce of my tits as I walked, bra less, was mirrored on my clit. I felt the wave of hot pleasure wash over me, without anyone or anything touching me. I was almost on my knees, as the orgasm washed over me.

And there was still a long way before I got home. I knew I should have called a taxi at that point, but I was also a stubborn bitch, and having started this, I had to see it through.

By the time I finally made it home, a lot slower than I had intended I was a wreck. I was out of breath, my clit was on fire, and my thighs were soaked in my own juices. I was sure everyone could see what was happening to me, which only served to turn me on even more.

I knew I had to make this more permanent. I was even more determined now.

The skewer man had done this without permission, but had I known what the effects would be, I would have willingly given myself up to him.

And as yet, I had not experimented with the holes in my pussy lips. That would come tomorrow. But right now. I needed to rest. I left the string in place as I headed for bed. I may drown the bed clothes, but what the hell. If I did what I was planning to do, that may become the norm.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I had taken the string out, and measured it. I was going to replace it with something better looking, and more permanent. The hardware store sold the thin beaded chain used for key rings, and that would suit my purpose very well. I got him to put one of those things from a key ring on one end, the other end of the chain would go in once it was in place.

As I was waiting for him to do what I had asked I spotted a card with three tiny padlocks on it. I knew immediately I wanted them, and how I would use them. I had the holes in my pussy lips, and these locks would fit just nicely. With them in place, nothing would get in. or out. My next stop was the local adult store. I knew what I wanted, and I was going to make sure I got it.

I had no-one to answer to, except myself, and I was not about to stop myself making full use of what the skewer man had given me. It wasn’t exactly divine intervention, but everything was done for a reason. People only had to figure out what the reason was. And I had figured out the reason for the holes in my body.

I resisted the temptation to use any of my purchases until I got home. But I knew when I did get home, they would be used. At one stage I was sorely tempted to go to the toilet in the supermarket and apply them, and the temptation was real and overwhelming. But I managed to force myself not to do so. My tits were, at the moment, free, and I could feel them bounce. It was strange that until yesterday, I had not noticed it. But now, I could feel every movement of them.

I placed the items on the table in front of me, and stared at them. What I was about to do would not be classed as normal by anyone I knew. But it seemed normal to me.

I had lived more in the past eighteen months than some people live in their entire life. And I was about to take advantage of it.

I put the batteries into the remote for the vibrating egg I had bought, and placed the egg inside my pussy. Before I could change my mind, I began placing yhe padlocks through the holes in my pussy lips, locking them together. Each time I locked a padlock, I threw the key over my shoulder. I would need to search for the keys just to get the padlocks open again.

I picked up the long piece of chain and began to thread it through the holes in my nipples. Sitting down, the chain had no effect, but I knew it would once I stood up again. I just hoped I had get the measurement correct.

Raking the pliers I sealed both ends of the chain into the holder. I could always cut the chain, I knew that, but I could not open it in the usual way. Of that I had made sure.

Now all I had to do, was start the egg vibrating. I picked up the remote, my hand shaking badly. I told myself that once I started it, the egg could not be stopped until the batteries ran out. I had no idea how long that would be.

I flicked the switch, and immediately felt the vibrations start inside me. I tossed the remote over my shoulder, and sealed my fate.

Cautiously I began to stand up. I felt the chain tighten, and start to pull at my nipples and my clit. I had misjudged it. The chain felt shorter than the string had done. Not by much, but enough for me to feel it, and I was now stuck with it.

I could feel the tug on all three holes as I stood up. I knew I should have taken more care, but it was far too late for that now. The chain had been fixed, and would remain so.

I hadn’t even taken a step when I felt the first orgasm creeping up on me. The egg was doing it’s job perfectly. I had made a choice between the small and the large egg, and had taken the large one. It filled my pussy, and certainly would not slip past the locks now holding my pussy closed.

By the time I reached the bedroom, my thighs were coated in my own juices. Ad I knew it would only get worse. I lay on the bed, feeling the chain pull as I lay down. There would be no escape from that now, and until the batteries died, no escape from the orgasmic vibrating inside my pussy.

Sleep would not come while that was inside me, but ecstasy would. and did.

The combination of the pressure on my nipples and clit, and the unstoppable vibrations in my pussy, were taking me over the edge faster than I could have imagined. Orgasm after orgasm washed through me. Draining me, and I could do nothing to stop it. That was my promise, and I intended to keep it. Regardless.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I don’t know how many hours the egg vibrated for, but when I awoke, I was no longer vibrating, but I needed to pee urgently. I didn’t know if I could pee with the padlocks in place, but I was about to find out.

I gingerly climbed off the bed, feeling the chain pull with each movement. I had to walk slower than normal, just to stop my tits bouncing and pulling at my clit.

I could feel the padlocks between my legs. A strange, but not unpleasant feeling. I knew I could leave them in place, as long as I could pee with them there.

I sat on the toilet and let go. It was heaven. The padlocks didn’t prevent me from pissing, and I must have sat there a good ten minutes. I knew I would have to find the keys, and get the egg out, but that was going to be no easy matter. The egg would slip out, I knew that, but getting the padlocks off meant first, finding the keys. I had thrown them over my shoulder, and had not seen where they had landed.

It took me almost half an hour when I finally got down the stairs, slowly, to find all three keys. Quickly I unlocked the padlocks and allowed the egg to slide out.  The relief was overwhelming. But I still had problems I had not previously considered.

I went into the kitchen and without thinking, stretched to the top shelf to get my breakfast cereal down. I was on my knees almost before I knew it.

To reach the shelf I had just stretched without thinking. The chain had pulled sharply at my clit, as I stretched. There was  pain I did not expect, and I sank to my knees.

I knew, now, I would have to take much more care, and think before I did anything. Many of my normal habits involved stretching, twisting, and I had always walked pretty quickly. All of this would have to change if I were going to keep the chain in place. And I was.

I also knew that getting a bra on was not going to be easy, if at all possible. Anything that pulled at the chain was going to have to be missed out. The small amount I had misjudged by, was making a big difference now. I knew I could simply cut the chain, and get a new one. But I had made the promise to myself that once I had the chain in place, it would stay. The misjudgement had been my own, and now I would have to live with the consequences. I would simply have to learn to be more careful.

The gentle pull was easy to handle, it was only the unexpected sharp tugs that caused problems. And they could be mostly avoided. I knew they could not totally be wiped out, but by taking a little care. I would be able to manage it.

At least it didn’t rattle. There was not enough slack in the chain to allow a rattle. Though I had already discovered I could move the chain through the metal rings, and cause vibrations. That would be an experiment for later.

I knew I had to go shopping. And I knew some of the things I needed to buy were on higher shelves. And I now knew how hard it was going to be getting them. But it was unavoidable. I needed them, and I could not put it off. The shop was only ten minutes away, and with the padlocks now back in place, and the chain ever constant, it would be an interesting ten minutes.

It took me almost twenty minutes to reach the shop, but which time I was more than a little turned on, and my clit was sore from the constant pulling at it. I had silently cursed myself for not getting it the right length. I knew that even though I had promised myself not to do so, it would have to be changed. I simply could not handle it this short. It was far too much, but I couldn’t take it off until I had the replacement with me. And that would mean further shopping.

By the time I got home again I was in agony. My clit was hurting more than I could have thought, and my nipples had not escaped this torture either. I quickly cut through the chain, feeling the relief wash through me as the pressure finally came off.

I had been kicked, hit with wooden bars, skewered, and yet, none of those equalled the pain I had subjected myself to simply by misjudging that chain.

The new chain did still pull a little when I stood up, but  nowhere near as badly as the old one. At least I could stretch without causing myself agonising pain, and I could walk around faster. The padlocks had not proved to be a problem. I could feel them, but they didn’t hurt.

I stood looking at myself in the full length mirror, at what I had become. Alice was a definite thing of the past. I guess she died the day my father first fucked me. Looking back at me was a totally different girl. Well fucked, well beaten, pierced and chained,

And I knew my life as Angel was not over and wouldn’t be as long as I could handle what was happening to me.

I would be seventeen in a week, a little closer to legality. But that was not in my thoughts. What was in there. Was how would it feel to get fucked now the chain was in place. Danny had used string, and that had been sensational. But sex with Danny had always been sensational. I needed to know what it would be like with someone else. Someone I didn’t know, and didn’t want to get to know.

I would have to find out.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

He was about twenty, and I had picked him up at a party I had gone to. I didn’t normally do parties, but I wanted someone I didn’t  know.

He was taller than me, and dressed casually in jeans and tee shirt. But what had attracted me was the bulge in his jeans, and I wanted him. Fortunately, he was there alone, and I managed to get chatting to him quite easily.

I didn’t ask his name, and didn’t want to know it. Nor did he ask mine. I was sure that by the time I had done with him, he would have told me, but that couldn’t be avoided.

What I didn’t know, was that he already knew who I was. He had seen my films on Danny’s site. He already knew he was in line for a fuck. And did he fuck well!

I had taken him back to the flat, and even before the door was closed, his hands were all over me. He had obviously taken it fro granted that I had not brought him back to the flat so we could sit and talk all night.

He spun me round and his lips covered mine. He tasted of the beer he had been drinking, but I didn’t care. His tongue was deep in my throat, and I was responding, and so was my body.

I began to lift his tee shirt up his body, forcing him to break the kiss, as he lifted his arms in the air. I felt the chain pulling at me, but I was not interested in that right then. I wanted this guy naked, and quickly. I dragged him into the bedroom, before dropping to my knees and unfastening his jeans. I could feel the heat of his lust as I pulled his jeans down, his cock bulging against his underwear.

I had barely got his jeans off when I was tearing at his shorts, pulling them down and away from his cock. In seconds I had my lips around it and was sucking it into my mouth. This was the first time since the piercing that I had blown anyone, and I did my best to make sure he would enjoy what I was doing.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, not taking it deeply as I normally would. I could hear him moan, but I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth, that was going to be for elsewhere.

I stood up and let him watch as I slipped off the dress I wore, it was the only thing I had worn. I could not wear bra and knickers with the chain.

I saw his eyes bulge as he saw me. I doubt he had ever seen anyone like this before. At least I gad not worn the padlocks. I may well be able to piss with them in place, but I certainly would not have been able to fuck with them. And I had come out that night with the express intention of getting fucked.

I felt his fingers toying with the chain, felt it vibrate through the rings. I caught my breath as he tugged gently at it.

Without a word he lowered me to the bed, and he knelt between my legs, now wide open for him.

His tongue hit my clit and swirled around the chain. I was delirious in seconds. He knew what he was doing, and he did it well. His tongue moved and slid easily into my pussy, as I writhed on the bed. But he knew what I wanted, and he wanted the same thing.

I felt him stand up, and then lean over me. His cock touched the entrance to my open pussy, and with no effort he rammed it into me.

I had not wanted gentle loving sex, I wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard. And I guess from watching my films, he knew that. His hands moved under my hips, lifting me from the bed, as his own hips began their siege of me.

I was fast, it was hard, but it was also sensational. I could feel him deep inside me, and each time his hips crashed against mine, he caught the chain, and I felt it in my clit and both nipples at the same time.

I knew at this pace he would not last forever, and I hadn’t the strength to push him off. Not that I really wanted to do. But I wanted him to last longer.

In between my moans I begged him to let me ride him. I had not done this before, but I knew by doing so, I could dictate the pace, and make it last longer. I felt him pull out of me, and climb onto the bed, laying on his back. I knelt over him, guiding his slippery cock towards me.

I began to lower myself onto him as I saw him smile.

It was t5he first time I had ever ridden a cock this way, and I immediately knew things would be different, his cock went in me straight up, as opposed to at an angel. I felt it immediately, and it took me by surprise. What also took me by surprise was how deep it would go in this position.

I lifted my self slowly off him, and then sank back down. It was pure heaven. It was only as I started to move a little faster, that the realisation came to me that this way, my tits bounced a lot, pulling on the chain. The sensation was incredible. The faster I went, the more the chain tugged my clit, and my nipples. It wasn’t painful, it was totally erotic.. I also knew that with my legs spread as they were, I would not be able to hide it when I came, and I was going to come very quickly.

I started to move faster, wanting more of him inside me, and I knew what my body would do.

I leaned slightly back and put my hands on his thigh, changing the angle as his cock drove into me. Hitting my G spot. It happened with no warning, and I screamed out in pure pleasure, as my orgasm ripped through me.

To say I painted his balls in my juices would be an understatement. They flooded out of me as I came. I could do nothing to stop them, and at this angle, nor could he.

The result was turning me on even more, and I rode his cock as hard as I could. The chains were pulling in every direction as I bounced harder, forcing his cock as far inside me as it could go.

I knew he wouldn’t last long, and I was right.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him, as he lifted his own hips. It was as if he wanted to be in control when he came.

I heard him moan, and as he did so, I rammed my hips down as hard as I could. His juiced flooded my pussy. As mine joined his.

I had never felt anything like it before. I was drained. And I think he had got more than he bargained for. His eyes were closed, and I could see pain on his face, as I had not stopped pumping up and down on him, even though he had finished. I knew he wanted me to stop, but I refused, and held firm when he tried to push me off.

Even as his cock softened, I could still feel it inside me, and I continued to grind away at it.

In the end, he had to plead with me to stop, beg me to leave him alone. It was a strange feeling hearing that coming from a man. but I knew I really had no choice. I slowly climbed off his cock, feeling it slide from me. I had what I wanted. I also knew I would ride another cock in the near future, the sensations had been beyond belief, and I wanted more.

CHAPTER TWENTY

I knew I could not do without sex, and I also knew I needed pain. The chain gave me some pain, but not nearly enough to satisfy me. And I only knew of one man who could provide the pain. But after last time, I was reluctant to go there.

I admit the piercings were a blessing in disguise, and I had made use of them. But it wasn’t that sort of pain I needed. It was instant, dramatic pain I needed. Like I had got in the biker shoot.

I had looked at other sites, and one had actually appealed to me. They, like Ron, didn’t seem to care too much how badly their girls got hurt. There was a report that Penny had spent a month in hospital, but had recovered. I wasn’t sure I could handle that. My real age would come out if I had to spend time in hospital. And whilst I was legally old enough to have sex, I was still a year too young to appear on these sites,

I hesitated, but knew it would be Ron I eventually rang. To say he was surprised was more than an understatement. No  girl had ever done two features for him. and I was now asking for a third.

He tried to talk me out of it, tried hard, but I knew what I needed, and I needed the pain only he could provide. I had been impressed by the way he had not deserted me after the last shoot, and had acknowledged his own part in it. He had not tried top pass the blame on. And that really had impressed me. But I also knew I would have to be more specific about what I wanted.

The last time I had said no broken bones, and they hadn’t broken any. But I now had eleven holes in my body. I had not even considered that as an option, so had not vetoed it. In hindsight, I should have said no permanent markings. But this time I wanted something specific, and I wanted to be marked, but the guy had to be good. If I got what I wanted, he could do whatever else he wanted at the same time.

Ron was amazed. It was not something he had considered before, but he knew it would make a great feature. He tried to warn me that if it went ahead, I would have to live with it for the rest of my life. But I already knew that. And I was ready.

But once again, I had made mistakes. I could, afterwards, live with them, but I had not been specific enough, and had given too much of myself. Maybe, in the end, that was what I would always do,

The shoot was set up, and Ron told me he had the best guy around, in the scene ti do what I wanted done. He asked again if I meant what I had said about allowing the man to do what he wanted, if he did what I wanted, again, I confirmed it.

The shoot was set up so that five men would fuck me, pussy and arse, and mouth if they felt like it, then one of them would tie me down, and allow the specialist to do what I had requested. It would take hours, but they could cut and edit the film.

What Ron had not told me, was that the men, all five of them, were black guys, and all had large cocks. Not just long, but thick as well. I knew he had chosen them himself, to make sure I got the fucking I liked, and his site got what it wanted for its members.

They were all naked when I arrived, and Ron wasted no time telling me to get undressed. The scene would start with me laying on my back, legs in the air, and one cock in my pussy already.

There was little to choose between any of the men, any one of their cocks would fill me, and I knew it.

I quickly undressed and lay on te bed as instructed. One of the guys came forward and put his cock next to my mouth. I knew what he wanted, and opened my mouth obediently. Moments later, I was sucking it, feeling it get hard. It was long when flaccid, and was getting longer as it hardened. I knew I would feel it when it was in my pussy.

Satisfied that it was hard enough, the guy pulled it from my mouth and climbed onto the bed, lifting my legs into the air, before slowly feeding his cock into my already wet pussy.

He had already taken five or six thrusts, before I heard Ron tell the cameraman to start. The first five or six, though thrust slowly had penetrated me very deep, ad as the camera started filming, the gentleness and slowness ceased. The next stroke was rammed hard and fast into me, making me scream. From then on, it was all I could do to handle what he was doing to me.

I knew he was deeper than any I had ever had, and as he fucked me, my tits bounced pulling on my chains. My mouth was wide open, as he rammed hard and fast. I was already cumming, and could do nothing about it. A second man came and stood by my head, taking advantage of my open mouth. His cock filled my mouth, pressing to the back of my throat. I could feel myself choking on the cock, but his hands were behind my head, holding it in place as he face fucked me.

I felt the man pull his cock from my pussy, but I also knew he hadn’t yet cum. I expected him to ram it back, and was surprised and a little worried when he moved it to the entrance to my arse. I had not been fucked there for a long time, and I knew my entrance was tight. As the head pressed against me, I could feel the stab of pain, as he forced my arse to stretch.

Seconds later he thrust hard, and I felt his cock slide in.

I opened my mouth wider to scream, and the man with his cock took advantage of this, and rammed his cock deeper into my throat. I was coughing, choking, wanting to throw up, but the man’s cock was buried deep in my throat, as his hips began to move again. I tried to turn my head, but his grip was far too strong. My arse was on fire as the man rammed hard and fast into me, and the cock in my mouth was making me feel sick.

I know I had asked for this, and could not stop it now, and seconds later I heard the man in my mouth groan. He pulled my head forward with a lot of force, as he rammed his own hips to meet me. His cock was rammed far into my throat, and exploded, his juices being pumped directly into my throat. I was choking, gagging, coughing and spluttering, but I could not escape. I could taste him, and feel his cum sliding down my open throat. I didn’t have to swallow, I simply had no choice in the matter.

As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, I continued to cough and choke. I had never had anyone’s cock as deep in my life, and it had frightened me.  But I knew the man had set a trend, and it had, momentarily, taken my mind off the cock in my arse, but now I was reminded, as he rammed harder and faster into me, my legs held high and open. I could do nothing to stop him, and I felt his cock jerk, a load moan escaped his lips, and I felt his pump his juices deep in my arse.

If nothing else, it would certainly lubricate me for the next guy.

I lay on the bed, too weak to move, as I saw the next two men lean over me. Between them, they picked me up off the bed, and I watched as the other man moved to where I had been lying. It wasn’t until it was far too late, that it dawned on me what they were doing.

Together, they positioned me, and began to lower me. I felt the guy under me, as he positioned his cock at the entrance to my arse.

O pleaded with them not to do it, but my pleas fell on deaf ears, as the lowered me onto his massive cock. My own body weight did most of the damage, forcing him to slide deep inside me.

Even before I could try to pull off him, one of the men who had lifted me moved onto the bed, between my legs.

I begged ad pleaded with them no to do it, but the man behind me grabbed my arms and pulled me back, forcing me to lean back on his chest. I was in no position to do anything, as I felt the man between my legs start to put his cock in my pussy.

I was the meat in their sandwich, and as I felt his cock press deeper, there was nothing I could do to stop it. Both cock were buried deep inside me, both feeling as if they had  pressed into my stomach. As if on cue, they both started to move together,

I could feel the cocks sliding in and out of me. I knew Ron would make sure I felt pain, but this wasn’t the pain I had expected. I had expected to be hit, to cry out, but this was even worse for me. I was feeling the pain, but it now centred on my pussy and my arse.

And pain it was. There was no pleasure for me this time. Both cocks were hurting me, as they drove deep into me. I saw the last man climb onto the bed, and kneel, his cock inches away from my face. I couldn’t even struggle as he moved closer, forcing my mouth open, and driving his cock into me.

I was crying, the tears falling down my cheeks, as the three men worked on my body.

This was the first time I had ever had sex, and not enjoyed it.  This wasn’t pleasure, this was torture, I couldn’t even scream, because of the cock in my mouth, trying to get it into my throat. But I could cry, and I did. I could hear them laughing to each other, as the three cocks drove hard and incessantly into me. There was no single pain. My whole body seemed to be in pain,. the three massive cocks ramming hard into me, as if I didn’t matter. And I guessed, I didn’t matter. Not to them.

I lost all track of time. This was not a pleasure fuck, this was a vicious violent assault on all three places at once. I was in agony from the depth the cocks in my pussy and arse were driving,  I heard a moan from somewhere, and the guy with his cock in my mouth suddenly pulled out. Seconds later he pumped his juices all over my face, and in my hair. The cameras would catch it this time.

As he pulled away, one of the men who had already had me took his place. I tried to keep my mouth closed, but it was a vain attempt, as he soon forced it open, and his cock slid into me.

Again and again I felt the three cocks drive hard into me, but I have no idea how long for. I knew the man in my pussy was ready to cum, as he started moving faster, driving his cock as deep as he could get it. But I was in no position to prevent it, and as I felt him jerk, I knew he was filling me with his cum. I didn’t feel it, as I normally did. One minute he was ramming deep inside me, the next he had stopped, buried to his balls in me.

And still it was not over. As he pulled out and moved away, the other guy who had already had me took his place.

I didn’t know it, but Ron had lied. There were not five guys, there were eight, and all had the same massive cocks. Ron told me later that none of the girls he had on his books could have handled them, but I was different.

For over two hours the vicious assault went on. I was twisted, turned, fucked and abused. When one guy finished, another was ready to take his place.,

I don’t know exactly when I passed out, but I awoke lying on my stomach, hands and feet tied out to the side of the bed, with a cock buried deep in my arse. I could not escape it. I could hardly move at all. even had I not been tied down, I could not have escaped it. I no longer had the strength to fight anyone off me. I heard a loud groan, and felt his cock jerk, but I didn’t feel his juices. My arse was badly hurt, and I knew it.

Suddenly, there was no more. No-one took his place as he dragged his cock from me.

It was only when I watched the film, much later, that I saw I had sucked, if that was the right word, five cocks, had been pussy fucked by five, and arse fucked by all eight.

But being tied as I was to the bed, I was in the right position for what would happen next. My request. And I would wear it for life..

CHAPTER TWENTYONE

I was. At my own request, blindfolded. I had asked for this to be done. Regardless of the pain, but I didn’t want to see it being done. I wanted the sensations, and I wanted the lasting marks, but I knew I could never get rid of it for the rest of my life.

I felt pressure on the bed, and at first, though the other men were back to start fucking me again, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised it wasn’t them.

I heard a piece of paper being unfolded, and I knew that they wee my strict instructions. No matter how I screamed. No matter how I cried. If I passed out, nothing would stop what was being done to me.

Ron had assured me that this was the best in the scene, I was about to find out.

I felt the scalpel touch my back, and immediately squirmed. I wasn’t trying to get away, it was purely a reaction to something that sharp.

I felt the tingle as the knife made it’s first incision. I could feel my blood seeping from the wound, and his hands gently using a cloth to wipe it clear.

As the knife began to draw the outline, I could feel it. I had instructed that the knife should go a quarter of an inch deep. Even on it’s own, that would scar me for life, but I had asked for more than that.

For over an hour the man worked on my back. Much of the time  my mind was elsewhere,  and I didn’t even feel the cuts he was making.  But as he drew the knife down and around my lower back, I screamed in pain. In the places there was less “meat” it meant the knife often touched bone, maybe a quarter of an inch had been a little strong, but that was what I had said, and that is what the man was doing.

He would have to do the whole thing twice. The first cuts were simply to break the flesh. The second time, was the important one.

I heard him, breath a sigh of relief as he finally managed to finish the first cut. My whole back was on fire,  and I knew I may not take the second cut. But, I was not able to get out of it. Not only because of the ropes still holding me down, but because this was my own choice.

He had hardly got past my shoulder blades on the second cut, when My mind went blank, and I passed out.

I didn’t feel as he made the second set of cuts, pouring tattoo ink into the wounds, wand wiping it off. Only later did I see what a great job he had done.

The second cut had to be exact, as this would be the last chance, as each new cut was flooded with the ink, and the excess wiped off.

A tattooist normal get the ink just under the skin, but I wanted mine deeper. I wanted it to be permanent, perhaps eve more so than a tattoo. And it would be.

The man worked for over another hour, with me lapsing into and out of consciousness. I was aware of some, but certainly not all of what he was doing to me. I wanted to see the end project, but I knew I would only ever see it myself in a reflection, or in a picture. Though Ron’s site would have it showing, as it was being done.

Starting at my shoulder blades, and covering the whole of my back, in full detail, even the face, was an angel. With her wings spread, looking down. I had found the drawing, and had told Ron it was what I wanted. He got the  best scarification artist, and gave him the picture, and the instructions. I had been warned that the quarter inch cut was perhaps a little too deep, and it would take a long time to recover,  but it was what I wanted. Once the angel was forever carved into me, I would be free of Alice forever.

I could not lay on my back, sit against anything, or twist without thinking for almost a month. U had deliberately not looked at Ron’s site. I wanted to wait until I could enjoy what the members had seen happen. I had hoped they would like it, but when I finally did the forum, even I was surprised.

Over a hundred entries on the forum. And everyone said the same basic thing. It was hot, they wanted more. Angel was a devil in disguise.

Ron had actually posted a disclaimer on his site, telling everyone that the carving was, in fact, my own idea.

But that made no difference. The members were asking if any of his other models could suffer a similar fate.  I decided to keep away from posting on the forum. I would happily read what was written about me, but I didn’t feel I wanted to respond. I didn’t want to get into conversation with them, if I didn’t know them, it was the same as the people Ron hired to fuck and abuse me. They were just “someone”.

Ron told me that he had several enquiries from other sites about me, but had not responded to them. Some were pure sex sites, some were pain sites, and one, was an out and out extreme site, that made Ron’s look like a Sunday school outing. He warned me against that one. He said he had no proof, but rumours were at least one girl working for them had never been seen again. Obviously, rumours like that made the site more popular. To the members, they would never believe  they had watched someone die, thinking that when the shoot was over, the model got up, smiled, and went home for tea and crumpets.

The popularity of Ron’s site was down to the fact you could see  the girl getting hurt, you could hear the screams of terror, and STILL watch the girl survive. Everyone had a great view of pussy’s. arse’s and mouths getting really fucked, saw whips land, welts appear, and in my case, the metal rings from a previous shoot, were still there for this one. Adding that little more reality to everything.

Ron didn’t want anyone dying in his films, not even pretend death. Let other sites deal with that. Ron wanted to stay exactly as he was, and if some people wanted more extreme. Then they could take their membership elsewhere. If it got to a point where his membership dropped too much, he would simply close the site. Ron had made more than enough money from it to live in comfort for the rest of his life.

I hadn’t made that much from the films, but nor was I short of money, I still did straight sex films for other people. Paying customers, but I never considered myself as a whore. The payments were not for me having sex, they were for me performing in films and videos. That is what I was getting paid for, and getting paid well.

If I didn’t get any work for six months, I would not be scraping the barrel, as I was spending little of it. The bank looked after most of it for me, and in their vault, it was safe from greedy hands.

The carving had healed, and I had worked a couple of sites doing pure sex. Two were out and out gang bangs, but with normally endowed men. Nothing special. Even so, I had made pools on the bed each time I was fucked. And it didn’t matter where I was fucked, even in my arse made my pussy so wet it was clearly visible.

I got a message from a site, with a link, suggesting I may like to try it. It was a bondage site, and a sex site. Combining the4 two was nothing unusual. It was the men who were unusual.

For a start, they were both black. But it was their cocks. According to the site they each had over fourteen inches of cock, and loved nothing better than spit roasting someone who was bound and helpless.

I watched a couple of the videos, and saw as girls tried to take the huge cocks. Not only were they long, they were also extremely thick. It was like being fisted, according to some of the models. But I never actually saw any of the girls take either cock all the way in.

A few inches in a mouth, and about six inches in pussy’s, only the head in a girl’s arse who was brave enough to try that.

The chair I was sat on was soaked just by me watching the videos.

I mailed them back saying I was interested, but only if I could be tied so I could not move, and then I would be forced to take the whole fourteen inches.

The responded saying that no-one, because of the girth and the length, had managed that, and it may be better if I tried a normal session first.

I wrote back and repeated my terms. I knew what I wanted, and I was determined to get it, or not do the shoot.

It took three days before the mailed me back, and agreed.

I had never seen anything as thick and as long as those two cocks, and I still hadn’t seen them in the flesh yet. I had said I wanted to be tied so I couldn’t move, this was so regardless of how I felt, at least one of them would be buried so deep, I would feel the one pain I had not yet felt.

Once again, I should really have known better.

CHAPTER TWENTYTWO

It had been three weeks since they had said yes, and in that time I had done absolutely nothing sexual. I was screaming for a shag, and would have fucked a horse had there been one around. But I wanted myself to be hungry for these two giant cocks. And I wanted them more and more each time I looked at the site.

Many of the models had posted on forums that they were unable to take any more than they had done, even the ones who hadn’t really taken very much, hell, I could handle more than any of them, and had. But this was going to be different. If all went well, I would not be able to move a muscle, and I had already signed away any rights to tell them to stop before they were totally buried in me, regardless of the pain I was in. I thrived on pain. And I wanted to be the first to get the full fourteen inches oin my pussy. There is always something special about being the first to accomplish the impossible.

I was now strapped down to a strange bench. When I lay on it, My back and up to my neck rested on the flat part, and my legs, down to the knees were also supported. From there the bondage began.

My arms were placed over bars extending from the bench at shoulder level. An eight inch waist cinchier was fastened around me, holding me tight to the bench. The head rest was bent backwards, so My head dropped down some.

I felt someone plaiting ropes into my hair, dividing it into pony tails first. I would learn the significance of this very soon.

With My legs spread wide, and the backs of my knees resting on two metal bars, my legs were pulled down and back. I felt the strain on my thighs, as they were stretched, and my feet passed over another bar under the bench. I felt cold steel as a set of cuffs were placed around each ankle. My ankles were pulled close together, adding even more pressure to my already sore legs. My arms, now pulled down over the shoulder bars, were being treated the same way. They had been stretched, pulling on my shoulders, and then my wrists had been passed over another metal bar, before more cuffs were placed around my wrists. They were the solid kind, used by police forces, so I could not even twist my wrists at all

So far, the only thing I could move,. And that didn’t hurt, was my head. That was soon changed. The two ropes plaited into my hair were passed through a hole on the head rest, and then my head was moved to get my mouth and throat in a single line. The ropes in my hair were then pulled, and fastened under the bench, holding me in that position. I had wanted total bondage I could not move in, and they had provided me with it. Every muscle in my arms, stomach, legs and neck, were being stretched, and felt on fire.

And as yet, I hadn’t seen  either of the men, let alone their supposed huge cocks. And I wouldn’t. just before I heard the producer say two minutes, someone placed a blindfold over my eyes. I would not see what I took until I watched the film later. But I was certainly going to feel them.

Someone had spotted the rings in my pussy lips, and had threaded string through them, the lips were pulled wide open, and the strings tied to the bench. They wouldn’t even have to search for my pussy, it was clearly there for them, on show to all and sundry.

I had been in this position for about five minutes when I felt something touch my pussy. It felt warm and I knew it was a cock. I had no idea what the man looked like, nor if his cock was hard or soft.  Not that it mattered. The first touch had me juicing up, the three weeks of nothing brought to the fore in a single touch. I had already provided enough lubrication or him, but it wouldn’t stop coming.

At the same time I felt a second cock touching my lips. I opened my mouth obediently, to allow the head to enter.

I had to stretch my mouth wider than ever before to accommodate it, and I knew it would not stop there. Now I knew why my head had been tied in this position. He didn’t want a blow job, he was going to throat fuck me.

I felt the cock at my pussy entrance start to press forwards. The head slid in easily, my own special lubrication making things easy for him. But I could feel hi already stretching my pussy lips. I tried to move in my bonds, but nothing responded,, except my fingers. And they did nothing but wriggle. They would not be saving me.

As if on signal. Both cocks began to move, slowly, not deeply, just the head of each cock sliding in and out where it was. My lips jaw was already aching, as I opened my mouth to accommodate the size of it. I could feel my pussy filling up, as the man began to slide slightly deeper. Still, I could not feel his body touching mine, and I could already feel him deeper inside me.

I felt the man in my mouth grab the sides of my face, and steeled myself for what I new was going to happen. I gagged and choked, as the massive cock was forced into the entrance of my throat. I was powerless to stop him, as he stretch the opening to my throat. He kept pulling out, allowing me to catch my breath, but then his hips moved forwards, and he was back deep in my throat.

At the same time the man between my legs was doing his best to spear me with his cock. I had never known anything to large. It seemed to stretch even the inside of my pussy, and I knew, now, why no-one had ever taken it full length. I also knew I had made a mistake, and should have allowed myself an out, if it got too much. I still couldn’t feel his hips, and I knew it was going to be too much. Far too much.

The cock in my throat continued to pull out, and thrust back. It was filling my throat with each forward thrust, but I could do nothing to avoid it. My head was far too secure for me to move it even an inch it was what I had asked for, and it was now what I was getting. And it would not stop until both men had done what they planned.

The cock in my pussy suddenly drove deeper into me. I tried to scream. But the cock in my mouth and throat was a more than adequate gag. All that was heard was a gurgle, as both cocks pressed deeper still.

I found myself praying that the one in my mouth wasn’t going to try to totally enter me. Forcing it down my throat/ but it was the other cock that was now starting to hurt.

It felt as if he were fucking my stomach directly, from the inside, and still I had not felt his hips. I didn’t know how much of his cock I had inside me, but there was obviously a lot more to come yet.

My throat was on fire, I could feel him force it a little deeper with each thrust. Gagging. Choking. Wanting to throw up, none of these stopped what was happening to me. I had said I wanted to be spit roasted, and it was happening like I could never have imagined. Seeing the two huge cocks on a computer screen was one thing, feeling them invading my body was totally something else, and even though I continued to shower the cock with my own juices. I knew it wasn’t enough.

I feel hand on my hips, and a deep voice telling me to pray. Within a second. I knew why.

He pulled his cock out of me slightly, and then, pulling on my hips, even though they wouldn’t move, he rammed his hips forwards as hard as he could.

I screamed. The scream echoing around my head, as I felt the sheer pain of his cock driving deep into me. He still wasn’t all the way in, I didn’t know how much further he could go, but it felt as if he were trying to fuck my heart.

At the same time, the cock in my mouth was also thrust hard and deep into me. Filling my throat, making me want to throw up, but unable to do so.

From them on, the barrage continued. Both ramming deep into me at the same time, the cock in my pussy getting slowly more deeper.

The one in my throat seemed to have found its depth,  but I still gagged every time it was rammed into me.

I was pulling at my restraints, but there was nowhere to go, nothing I could do. I had done this to myself, and there would be no escape from it. I guess, had I been able to escape, I would have been disappointed, as I would certainly have stopped both men from what they were doing.

My lips were bleeding, I knew that, and I guessed my pussy was as well., but I couldn’t see that part of my anatomy. In fact, I could see no part. The blindfold was totally effective.

The cock in my pussy was now driving harder and deeper. I was in agony, pain I had never felt before. I was no longer lubricating him. My pussy, for the first time in my life, had dried up, making the onslaught more painful. But it obviously didn’t matter.

I knew what was going to happen,. seconds before it did, the cock in my mouth was moving faster, pressing harder, and I knew he was going to cum soon, and cum where he was. I didn’t know if I could handle it. I didn’t even know how much cum either of the two men carried. The free videos always stopped before the climax, to make people buy membership.

I was about to find out what the videos didn’t tell me.

I didn’t know what to expect, but the cock in my throat was suddenly pulled out, as showers of cum splashed all over my face. It was like a hose had been turned on, as the thick cum covered me, blocking my nose and forcing me to blow through it,

At the same time, there was a scream like I had never heard before, and it came from my own lips.

As the guy was shooting on my face, the other took that opportunity to drive his cock all the way into me. I had never felt such agonising pain. I knew he was filling me with his cum, but I couldn’t feel it, I only felt the searing pain as his cock was rammed all the way in, his balls crashing against me. I tried everything to get away from it, but I was, as had been planned, totally immobile, and could do nothing, as his cock stayed deep in my body, his cum already leaking from my pussy.

It was only when I saw the video myself. Later, that I realised how hard he had thrust into me. The base of his cock, the thickest part, had been rammed as hard as he could into me. Forcing him to cum inside me.

I passed out long before he had pulled his cock from me.

I awoke laying on a bed, with blankets covering me, and two black men standing over me. They were smiling down at me, but all I felt was the acute pain deep in my stomach.

“Girl” started one of the men. “We had lots of girls who think they can take our cocks, you are the first to manage it. You would be surprised at how many try, and give up after a few inches. But I take my hat off to you, Angel. You got all fourteen in your pussy, and eight in your throat. “

I didn’t know what to say, and my mouth didn’t seem to want to move. It felt as if someone were still deep in my throat, and my pussy hurt almost as much. The real pain was much deeper. It seemed to fill my stomach.

“Anytime you want to go for another round, Angel. I, for one, would be happy to see you. My brother wanted your arse, but we decided not that, this time. Maybe, should you want to come back, we can try a double fuck, and see how much you can take that way.”

His smile was broad, he knew he was giving me an invite, but he didn’t know if I would accept. Right at that moment, I couldn’t have accepted getting fucked by the smallest cock in the world. I was in pure pain

I close my eyes, and slept. I never sleep after sex, but this hadn’t been just sex, this had been extreme sex. And I dreamed about it as I slept.

CHAPTER TWENTYTHREE

I was fast approaching eighteen, and legality in everything to do with my site work. Well. As legal as is possible when you give yourself up to the sort of abuse I did.

At least, at eighteen getting fucked on camera was legal.

I wanted to celebrate my birthday some way I would remember, though I knew there was an element of danger involved. An element? I was about to make myself accessible to one man for one night. A man I didn’t know, knew nothing about, and only because what he planned for me would make me want him over any other.

I opened a new mailing account, and then posted on Ron’s forum.

“A night with Angel. This is your chance to spend a night with Angel, fulfilling your darkest wishes. I am giving one member the chance to fulfil his wishes, if you can make me squirm. Mail me what you would do to me in a night, and the one I find most appealing, will get their wish. They can, if they wish, wear a hood, to hide their faces, as the night will be filmed, and loaded on this site, free. So! How mean and nasty can you guys get? “

I read and re-read the post, and then submitted it. Not only would I get to find out what people would do if given the opportunity, Ron and I could get suggestions for other shoots, both for myself and other models.

There was only one other model who had made two features for Ron, and though much tamer than mine, had declined a third.

The mails started coming through tick and fast over the next few days. Some of them were just impossible. One wanted to see how long it would take to get a gallon of blood out of me, using a straw embedded in a vein. Another wanted me to fuck a dog, and one even wanted me to fuck a horse. I had never even considered these sort of ideas. I wanted to see what the members themselves would do to me.

I read some fascinating ideas, but one caught my imagination. Not because it was overtly brutal, though there was a brutality to it, but because of the helplessness I would undoubtedly feel. It wasn’t a description, it was a short video clip, and he said in his mail that he would love to0 emulate it, to re-make it, using me.

I watched the video several times, and each time my pussy became wet.

I guess this was my yard stick now. If you couldn’t get my pussy wet, you were no good to me.

Don’t get me wrong. I was still out and about fucking strangers for nothing other than the sex. And having those huge cocks in me had not made Mr Average lose out. That is the curse of nymphomania. Its not size, it’s the need to get fucked, and fucked up, whenever the need arises. And with me, it arose a lot more often than with other girls.

But this video was hitting all the right buttons, and I knew that if I chose him, and he did what he planned, I would be helpless, in pain, and would remember it.

I wrote on the forum that I had made my decision, and that the individual had been notified by mail. That didn’t stop the mails from coming, and there were now a number suggesting I get fucked by one sort of animal or another.

I wasn’t going to admit it to anyone on the site, but that suggestion had also got my pussy wet. But I had made my decision, and I would stick by it. My birthday was going to be special. I just hoped the guy was able to do as he wanted.

I was later to find out, he was.

I spoke to Ron who agreed to film the session, on the understanding that no matter what happened, he was not to interfere, or let anyone else interfere. I had willingly put myself in this position, and I would see it through.

Ron had no idea what was going to happen, he had not seen the video I had been sent. And nor would he. I knew what was going to happen was dangerous, but I had accepted that. One idea of this was to prove to the members that I could handle whatever pain came my way.

I just hoped I was right. This session would certainly cause me pain. Lots of pain. And once it started, there would be absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. We had agreed he could abuse me for ninety minutes. A full feature film for Ron, an hour and a half suffering for me, and pleasure for the person doing it to me.

He was told that sex was permitted. I was taking nothing away from what he normally saw  me do. If he wanted to fuck me, he could. At the time, I was sort of hoping he would, but that, too, was out of my hands.

We set the date on my birthday. My web age was now twenty, so this would be my 21st. in reality, I would be eighteen when the session took place. On my birthday.

Ron made all the arrangements for the cameras. The man was bringing his own equipment with him, so Ron didn’t have to supply anything. Except a beam, high in the air. The place Ron had chosen to shoot the session was an old disused factory, with several metal beams over ten feet from the ground. These would have to do.

Ron and I, with the crew, had been at the site for about half an hour, when a green van, with tinted windows appeared at the factory’s loading bay. A man, wearing a dark suit stepped out of the van and moved to the back door, ,moments later we saw him drag a heavy metal box from the back of the van, supported on a lit trolley. Obviously, too heavy to carry or pull.

He pulled the trolley over to where Ron and I stood, watching, and introduced himself as John.

Ron introduced himself, I didn’t feel I needed to do. He obviously knew who I was, and that was his reason for being there in the first place.

We exchanged small talk for a few minutes, and then he spoke directly to me.

“You may still back out of this Angel. You know what we have discussed, and all of that will happen. Plus other things. I can assure you that it will be a birthday you will remember for some time, though I cannot say, in all honesty, that you will not suffer badly. But you know this already. You have seen the video I sent you.”

I nodded, as Ron looked on not knowing what e were talking about.

“I have seen it, and that is why I chose you.” I started. “You promised me that you could, and would, do everything in the video, plus whatever came to your mind as we went along. I have informed Ron and his crew that no matter what happens, they do not interfere, they do not try to rescue me, they simply continue filming. But, for the record, all that happens today is consensual. I have agreed to it. And I am fully aware of any dangers that could cause me serious or permanent damage.”

I could feel Ron’s eyes burning into me. He wanted to know what I had let myself in for, but I didn’t want to tell him.

“Wait and see Ron. This is going to be the best film you have in your collection. I am not planning on making it my last, but if it is, it will be one hell of a goodbye film. If you cant handle it, let the crew take over, and someone will tell you when it’s over. You can either come and pick up the pieces, or come hold me while I cry my eyes out in pain. “

Ron spent ten minutes trying to talk me out of this stupidity, but it was a losing battle, and he knew it. He also knew he would do something stupid himself if he stayed and watched. He wanted to tell John that if I got hurt, there would be trouble, but I pointed out to Ron, that me getting hurt, was the whole idea of the film.

Eventually, we watched as Ron stomped to his car ad drove way, leaving just John, I and the film crew. And the heavy metal box John had brought with him.

I moved away to get undressed, and to get my head straight for this. I had never done any thing like this before, and I needed to get my head into the right frame set. I knew I would be hurt, and hurt badly. I also knew I was risking everything I had done in the past two years. But it was going to be worth it.

CHAPTER TWENTYFOUR

I returned to where John was waiting, knowing the cameras were already tracking me. I also knew they would zoom in on my tits, my clit, and the ever present chain that connected them. This was a source of fascination to many members. They had seen me pierced in a previous shoot, and the chain was evidence that the stretch piercings were, in fact, genuine. Today, they would be used against me. And within a few minutes, I would be able to do nothing to prevent it.

I stopped three feet from John, who was now wearing a leather thong, and nothing else. I could see the bulge under the thong, and knew that if it entered me, I would know about it. It may not have been the fourteen inches I had endured for the other shoot, but I could see it was both long and wide enough to make sure I knew about it. And I had given him permission to use it, anywhere he wished.

As I stopped, I sank to my knees in front of him. I opened my knees wide, placed my hands, palm upwards on my knees, and bowed my head in supplication.  I was now his to use and abuse as he saw fit. I knew he would stick to the plan as long  as he wanted, and then he would change things, knowing I could do nothing to stop him. My last mail to him had said.

“Do not kill me or break my arms or legs. Other than that, I am yours to do with as you wish.”

His reply had been a simple thank you. But I knew he would take me past any limits I had previously found, and believed to be as far as I could go.

Moving towards me he held out a hood. But it was no normal hood. It would cover my entire face, and I would see nothing from the moment it was on. But inside the hood was a gag. He opened my mouth and pressed the gag into my mouth. The hood was then pulled tightly over my face, and I felt him lacing it up at the back of my head. No light came into the hood from anywhere. I was in total darkness, and  was already on the way to total helplessness.

The gag had a thin tube running from it, to a pump on the outside of the hood. Seconds after the hood was secure, I felt the pumping start. The gag started to grow in my mouth, pressing my tongue down to the base of my mouth, as it continued to grow, filling my mouth, and pressing to the back of my throat.

On a given signal from John, I screamed as loud as I could.

What emerged, was a muffled groan. I tried to move my tongue to help me, but the gag was holding it firmly and tightly at the base of my mouth screaming, either in pain, or for release, was now beyond me. From that moment forwards, I could not raise help, or ask him to stop.

I felt him grab my right wrist, as the leather cuff was placed around it. What the members didn’t know, but I was acutely aware of, was that the cuff was lined with over fifty small, sharp needles. That would dig into my wrist, holding the cuff in place. Preventing me from moving it either up or down. The needles were not deep enough to penetrate any veins, but they did drive deeply into my flesh. I could already feel the pain. As he found my other wrist and began to place the second cuff on it.

I am sure the cameras must have picked up on the trickle of blood that seeped slowly from under the cuff. But as agreed, the cameramen did not interfere.

I could feel the pain when I tried to move my wrists, and was therefore forced to leave them as they had been fastened. This was only the start, and I would feel a lot more pain before the day was through.

Once the wrist cuffs were secured, I heard John rummage in his box, a few minutes later I felt his hands on my tits. I knew what to expect, but had no idea how it would feel. He grabbed my left tit and I felt the rope pass around it, close to my chest. As the rope tightened, I could feel the base of my tit constrict, the tit itself getting hard. And I knew that in a few minutes, it would turn purple. The blood inside my tit would be trapped, but new blood would not get into it.

I winced in pain as I felt the rope tighten, each time he wrapped it around. I could not see, but I knew he had left a loop at the ed of the rope, before taking a new piece and starting on my right tit.

I was already in pain, but he ignored my moans as my second tit was also tied tight. I wanted to see them. See how hard they became, see the colour change as the blood was stopped. But that would only happen when I saw the film much later.

I had already seen the winch hanging from the metal beam, as I had approached where John stood. I knew that soon enough, I would be subjected to it. But he had other plans first..

I felt a metal collar being fastened around my neck, the hinge at the back of my neck. I had seen the video, and I knew this would be locked in place, stopping me from removing it, even had I been able to use my fingers. But I couldn’t. each time I tried to move any part of my hand, the needles made sure I stopped immediately.

Once the collar was in place, I felt my left hand being lifted, and hear a clicking sound, as the cuff was fastened to the end of the bar attached to the collar. Moments later, my right hand followed suit. I could hear a clicking sound, as my arms were being spread wide on the bar. The spreader bar would hold my arms wide and at shoulder height. They were fully stretched, and still two more clicks on each arm, meant that my arms were now stretched so much they hurt. I tried to pull my arms closer, to relieve the pressure, but it was useless.

Hooded, my tits tied so tight they screamed at me. And my hands connected to the bar, I was at John’s mercy. If he had any.

I didn’t think he had, and hoped I was right. Though none of hat he was doing had been done to me before, I was not actually troubled by it. It was bearable. For now.

I felt him pull at my left tit, upwards. I knew what was happening, and started to pray. Moments later I felt pressure on my other tit. I was now connected to the hoist John had attached to the metal beam above my head.

I felt both my arms being pulled out wide, as he started to extend the bar. I felt the needles dig deep, as my arms were at full stretch. I tried to pull them closer. but it was not happening. My arms were stretched further than ever before, and I could now feel the pain in my tits, the pressure starting to build.

It would only need the press of a button. And the hoist would slowly start to lift me, by the tits. It wasn’t’ something I looked forwards to, but I knew it was inevitable.

The pressure on my tits grew, as did the pressure on the chain that connected my tits to my clit.

I felt him now start to add the other leather cuffs. The first went just above4 my right knee, over a hundred sharp needles liked the inside of the cuff, and I swore I could feel each one of them as the cuff bit into my flesh. Like the ones on my wrists, and the others yet to be applied, all of the cuffs had metal D rings on them, which would be used soon enough. The left thigh cuff brought screams from my lips, but to all outside the hood, they were simple moans.

The last two cuffs were placed around my ankles, and like the wrist cuffs, were lined with only fifty needles. None of these cuffs were going anywhere until John was ready to remove them.

I felt him touching one of my ankles, and heard a click as a second spreader bar was connected. My legs were pulled apart, adding pressure to my already painful tits, forcing me onto my tip toes, as the other end was connected to my second ankle.

He was taking his time, working methodically, as the third and last spreader bar, shorter than the others was fastened to one of my thigh cuffs. It may have been shorter, but it still did it’s job as he spread my thighs, adding even more pressure to my tits. I was scrabbling to keep my toes on the ground, my tits on fire, and he had not yet finished.

What he had done so far, was the agreed part, other than to pull me up on the hoist. I knew that was to come yet, and feared it, already feeling my tits were being ripped off.

I felt his fingers playing with my pussy lips, and wondered if he were going to fuck me before he hoisted me. I could not have been further from the truth.

I felt him pull my pussy lips together, as he passed a hook through the lowest of my piercings, pulling them together. Two more hooks were passed through the other two sets of holes, and I waited. I knew that with my lips pulled close, he couldn’t possibly fuck me, but I was not prepared for what did happen next.

Something heavy was fastened to the lower hook, stretching my pussy lips. It was only later I discovered it was a six ounce weight. Another weight was added to the second hook, and more to the third hook.

My pussy lips were stretched as never before. I had felt them stretched when people had tied them to my thighs when fucking me, but this was different. This was done purely to cause me pain, and to add even more weight to my body, before I was hoisted off the ground.

I was busy concentrating on the pain in my pussy, and never heard John move. Seconds later my tits erupted in agonising pain, as My body was slowly lifted from the ground. I screamed into the hood, I tried everything I could to get free, but I was crucified and being lifted by my tits, my head flung back, my screams sounding like nothing more than moans.

I could have been inches or feet off the ground, I had no way of knowing. All I knew was the pain in my tits as they held the whole weight of my body in the air.

I was left to hang for a few minutes, getting used to the pressure on my whole body, but I knew even then he had other plans. And anything he did now, was unknown ground to me. We had done everything we had agreed on, and now, it was his turn to do as he wanted to me.

Whatever he did, I would be able to do nothing to prevent it. I had wanted helplessness, and I had it. I wanted pain, and I had that too. Now it was down to what John wanted, and like myself, he was going to get it.

I could hear him moving around me, and tried to keep track of where he was, but every movement of my head seemed to cause pain in my tits. Had I been able to see them, the colour alone would have frightened me. They had gone from their normal pinkish, through light purple, dark purple and were now black.

I heard John stop behind me, and wondered what he planned for me. It came with no warning, and brought a line of fire across my arse, and a scream from my lips. As the whip lashed at my arse.

I struggled in my bonds to get free, but there was nowhere to go, no freedom from the ropes, or the whip.

John was unhurried in what he did. He took his time before another stroke of the whip set my arse on fire yet again.

I couldn’t stand it, but I could do nothing to get away from it. Even had I been able to speak, it would not have stopped anything. This was the agreement. His limits, not mine. He did as I wanted, and he then did as he wanted.

A few more minutes and a third stroke of the whip, but not on my arse. This one caught the backs of my thighs, as my whole body shook in pain. My tits felt as if they were being wrenched away from my body, and below the waist was as hot as a volcano.

I lost count of the strokes of the whip o my body, lost track of everything. I was going mentally wild, trying to get free, trying to stop the torture. But it continued.

John kept walking around me, the whip attacking my arse. My thighs, my calves, and the front of my legs as well. Whatever else he was, he was very good with the whip.

I swore I felt blood ion places, mixing with the sweat my body was producing, but it was only later, watching the video, that I knew there had been no blood.

My whole body was criss-crossed with red welts from the whip. It felt that there was not a single part of me that was not on fire from one thing ort another.

Just how long it lasted, I had no idea. Time had meant nothing for me since the hood had gone on in the first place. I felt myself being lowered, but my legs refused to hold me. John must have been prepare for this, as I felt the weights being removed from my pussy lips, and the two lower spreader bars being removed.

I still hung by my tits, my legs folded under me. Unable to take my weight. The hoist was brought lower until I was sat on the ground. Only then did the pressure on my tits ease, as the hoist was finally taken off them, and lifted up out of the way.

I was lowered onto my back, and felt my legs being opened. I knew what he was going to do, and even had my hands been free, I would not have been able to stop him.

I felt the weight of his body on mine, his chest pressing at my still bound tits, as his cock pressed slowly into my pussy.

It didn’t last long. Obviously, what he had been doing to me had turned him on too much, but he was buried deep inside me as he came.

I felt the spreader bar being removed, but My arms were still spread out wide. Trying to move them brought racking pain to my shoulders.

I was helped to sit up, and screamed as my shoulders now dropped. I could feel someone starting to release the ropes on my tits, leaving just the first tie, holding them tight. The hood was removed, and the gag. I was able to see and speak for the first time since this had started. But it wasn’t speaking I was able to do, it was scream. John finally removed the ropes from my left tit.

The blood rushed back into the extremity with the force of a sluice. The agony as it did so forced a guttural scream from my lips, as I fell backwards on the ground, my hand cradling my tits, trying to stop the pain.

I could hear John packing his things away into his box, and could see him move the box back to the green van from where it had come.

I slowly sat up, my whole body hurting, as I forced myself to my feet, shaking all over, john turned and smiled at me, and whispered a “think you”. Then he simply got into his van, and drove away.

He had arrived, done what he had to do, and left.

Ron reappeared a little later and found me wrapped in a blanket, drinking a glass of whisky.

He tried to ask what had happened, but no-one would tell him. He, like myself, would have to wait for the edited version.

I smiled at Ron, lifted the glass to my lips, and drank slowly.

“Happy birthday Angel”

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

I spent the next week at home, recovering, though most of the red welts had gone in a few days, and my tits were already back to normal.

I had stayed at the flat for the first three days, and then gone home.

It was during that week that I knew I had to stop working for Ron. He wads getting a little possessive, and that smacked of a relationship. And I didn’t want any relationships. I was more than happy to fuck someone, and leave them. I wasn’t bothered about their name, age, whether they were married or not,

When I needed a shag, I would get one, and it didn’t matter who provided it.

It came to a head with Ron on my fifth day after being hung by the tits.

I got a text from Ron saying he had come round to see e, but I had not been home. He waited all day, but I still didn’t go home. And he asked me where I was.

I wrote back and explained that I didn’t actually live at the flat. It was where I went when I didn’t want to be at home, or if I had work to do.

He asked for my other address, and I told him no-one I worked with, fucked or got beaten by had my home address, and no-one would. Twice he asked me, and twice I refused.

Then he offered me a job, no sex, not real violence, just a spanking video.

He really didn’t get it. I didn’t get fucked to please his members. Nor did I get beaten for them. I got fucked and beaten because I wanted it. The fact his members liked what I did, was a bonus. The money I had earned was still in the bank, untouched.

I tried to explain this to him, but he simply couldn’t understand. In the end, I told him to stick his spanking video up his arse, and told him I would find another site that would give me what I wanted.

Three days later, I did just that. The site was split into two parts. One side dealt purely with sex, the other with controlled violence. Much like the whipping John had given me. I wrote to them suggesting I would work both sides of their site, and sent them short clips taken from some of my videos.

A week later, they replied and asked me if I would be prepared to audition for them. It would not be a paid audition, but if things went well, and they got good responses from their members, they would take me on as a model, and give me more work.

At the same time, I had contacted another site. This one seemed to trap girls into inescapable contraptions, tied, strapped or a combination of both, and then the girls were fucked and beaten. Sometimes, at the same time.

This was more for me. IO mailed them and got an answer within twenty four hours.

They suggested, after seeing my video snaps, that they would be able to use me in an upcoming shoot. However, I had to be prepared for them to be brutal with me, as their members got off on real violence, not faked.

I wrote back and said I wouldn’t have it any other way. And asked when they wanted me for an audition.

The response was, “we do not do auditions. We take people at their word. Besides, once the girl gets trapped in out equipment, they are there until someone calls “cut” at the end of the shoot.”

I smiled to myself at that. This was what I was after. The callous approach. They hurt me, they fucked me, they didn’t care if I liked it or not, as long as the shoot was completed.

I wrote back and agreed to their terms, and I was directed to an abandoned railway station the following Friday. I was told to wear minimal. Only clothes I did not mind losing, as there would not be time to undress me in any normal fashion. This meant they would cut or rip my clothes off. Callous right from the start.

I had three more messages from Ron while I waited for the shoot date, each offering me work, but none offering me either sex or real violence. I declined all three, and then started erasing his messages without even reading them.

John had mailed me, thanking me for the session, suggesting we do something else in future. I replied and said yes, but I knew it wouldn’t be much good sexually for me. He had only lasted a few minutes, and had then shot his load into me. It was a shame. He had a nice cock, and I would have enjoyed having more of it. But if he only lasted a few minutes, it would not feed my need. Though the pain he offered me was almost an acceptable exchange. I could always get fucked from someone else if I wanted.

Two days before the shoot I got another message, asking if the rings in my body were permanent. I wrote back and said that they were. Then they asked if they could remove the chain for the shoot, and they would replace it afterwards.

I had to think about that one. The chain had been there a long time, now, and was a part of me. Walking, sleeping, eating, bathing. The chain had not been removed since I put it on. I wondered how I would feel without it.

I eventually wrote back and said I would prefer it to remain, but if the shoot called for it to be removed, they could do so, on the proviso that they put it back on immediately after the shoot, whether I was capable of seeing it happen ort not. This meant, if they beat me senseless, and I was unconscious when the shoot ended, my chain would be back in place before I awoke.

They responded agreeing to this, which left me wondering just what they planned for me. I guessed whatever it was, I was going to get hurt.

And I did.

I arrived at the railway station under my own stem, having passed my test and bought myself a cheap car. I was met by a large man in his fifties who introduced himself as Stuart. He led me to one side and told me what was going to happen.

Inside the station were nine men. The idea was I would enter the station to buy a ticket for a journey. I would be grabbed, my clothes removed, and then I would be gang raped, before being put into some of their specialist equipment, where I would be badly beaten, and, whilst still in the equipment, I would be raped again.

He was watching me eyes as he spoke, perhaps trying to see if I would be thinking twice about it all. I smiled. And said I was okay with that.

Stuart smiled and walked away, telling me he would let me know when to enter the building. I wondered what this equipment would be, but I knew I would find out soon enough.

I saw Stuart appear on the steps, waving me forwards. What happened from now on, would be out of my control. As soon as I entered the station I would be setting a situation in motion that I would neither be in control of, or be able to stop.

I took my first steps forwards.

Stuart met me at the bottom step.

“If you go through that door, anything can and will happen. You understand this? Once you enter the station, it will be your way of saying, you accept what happens. I cant stress that enough. If you accept, I will stand aside and let you go in. if you have any doubts at all, now is the time to say so. If you go back to your car, that’s fine. If not, whatever happens cant be stopped.”

I looked at Stuart for a second and then responded.

“You are standing in my way”

He grinned, and stood to one side. Two more steps. And I was giving myself up to them. I had no idea what would happen, but I knew there were nine men, some equipment, and no control.

I walked up the final two steps, steeled myself, and opened the door. I just needed to find the ticket desk. I had a journey to complete.

I saw the ticket desk over to my right, and a group of men to my left. They all loo9ked like builders, all muscular, with strong arms. They were obviously doing some repair work on the station, as I moved over to the ticket desk.

It wasn’t open, but I didn’t expect it to be. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but certainly not what did happen. I heard footsteps behind me, and as I turned round I felt the man’s fist land on my jaw. I was on the floor even before I felt the pain. I was sure he had broken my jaw, but three other men now stood over me. Two of them hauled me to my feet, and even as I opened my mouth to speak, another fist hit me hard ion the stomach. I felt my knees give way, found it hard to breath, as my weight was supported by two men.

I felt hands move into the top of my thin dress, and seconds later, accompanied by a tearing sound, my dress was laying on the floor. I had not worn a bra, though I had, as requested, taken the chain off. I felt hands grabbing my knickers, and seconds later they joined my dress on the floor. Torn from my helpless body.

I could see, out of the corner of my eye, the other men starting to undress. I was only just catching my breath when the two holding me up, dragged me down to the floor.  Leaning on my shoulders so I couldn’t move, as other hands grabbed my legs and pulled them violently apart.

I was vaguely aware that someone was kneeling between my legs, and in seconds, a cock as pressing at my pussy. They didn’t need to hold me down, but I guessed it would look better on film if they did so, making it look more like rape.

I could feel the cock press deeper into me, as another man knelt my the side of my head. I knew what was going to happen, but still I shook my head, as if trying to get away. That was a mistake, I felt a hand slap me hard, my face hurting and turning red, my eyes filling with tears, as he turned my head to where his cock was inches away from my mouth. He pressed his thumb and fingers at the side of my swollen jaw, forcing it open, before thrusting his cock into me.,

I had been spit roasted before, but never so violently as I was now. Both men were  ramming their cocks into me as hard as they could, and I felt myself choking and gagging. At the same time, the familiar feeling in my pussy, as I started to get very wet. I don’t know if they expected this, but all it did was spur the guy in my pussy to ram harder, my whole body moving as he did so.

The guy who had his cock in my mouth had grabbed my hair, and was ramming my face forward to make sure I took all of his cock into my mouth, feeling it slam against the back of my throat.

I knew, even then, that this was real rape. I was going to be shown no mercy at the hands of these men.

I suddenly felt the cock in my mouth jerk, and moments later his salty cum filled my mouth and throat. He held me against his balls, forcing me to swallow his juices, as the man in my pussy gave a moan, and his cock exploded on me.

I was sore already, neither had been anywhere near gentle. But as they moved away. Two other men took their places. Once again My hair was grabbed, and I was forced to take the cock deep into my throat,  as the cock in my pussy, lubricated by my own, and my assailant’s juices, slid deep into me without hesitating.

My arms flailed  as the double assault continued. I knew I had agreed to this, but this was not rape for the cameras, I was being raped for real. I was sure they had not been given any directions from Stuart, and only told to give me whatever they wanted.

And they did. I could feel both cocks slamming into me as if their lives depended on it. But my pussy could not tell the difference. It was simply a cock, and my own juices were providing the lubrication if needed.. I could feel them, tricking from my pussy, sliding between the cheeks of my arse, and I hoped that none of the men had realised what was happening.

I was moaning with both pain and pleasure, as the assault continued. I could not break free, could do nothing to stop it, and yet, my own body was loving every second of it.

I felt the cock in my mouth ram hard, and jerk, his cum was shot deep into my throat, making me cough and splutter, he rapidly pulled his cock out, and placed his hand over my mouth, forcing me to swallow. Moments later the cock in my pussy also shot it’s load deep inside me.

The arms holding me down moved away, but I was unable to move. I lay, waiting for the next assault, but instead, felt them rolling me over onto my stomach. I knew what this meant, but I was unable to do anything about it, as I felt the weight of one of the men on my back.

I tried to close my legs, but I was already too late, as the head of his cock was aimed perfectly at my arse.

I hoped and prayed that enough of my juices had reached the entrance to lubricate my arse, but it would not have mattered had they done so.

The man forced the head of his cock into me, and I felt the sharp pain I always felt when I had not been arse fucked for some time. I felt him ram his hips forwards, and I screamed. He had, so far, the largest cock. It wasn’t it’s length, as I was soon to find out, but it’s girth. I was sure he had tore the opening to my arse as he rammed into me. As with the others, there was no sign of gentleness. Once inside he rammed as hard and as fast as he could into me, my tits crushed on the hard granite floor under me.

I was screaming, crying, and trying to get free, but all in vain. His hands lifted my hips to meet his cock, as it rammed ever deeper.

How long it took, I have no idea. But when I felt his cock jerk inside my arse, and pump it’s fluid into me, I knew there was still more to come. More pain. More men. And more rape.

For over another hour the men took advantage of me. I was fucked in my pussy, arse and mouth. Two cocks moving directly from my arse to my mouth, forcing me to clean them of their own juices, and the taste of my own arse. How I didn’t throw up was beyond me.

I knew that there was even worse to come. Somewhere there was a piece of equipment I would be fastened into, and then fucked time and time again, unable to stop it.

I was laying on the floor, unable to move, even though no-one was holding me down. My lips felt swollen, my clit was a ball of fire from all the hammering, and my arse felt as if it had been ripped open.

Tears had washed my face numerous times, and I could see the men discussing what to do with me next, as if there was no plan.

I saw lots of ropes being brought over by two of the men, and guessed they were destined for my body.

I was rolled over onto my stomach and my arms were dragged cruelly behind me. I felt rope being tied around my wrists, and pulled tight, my palms touching each other. I tried to struggle, but the ropes were too tight to allow that. Even more so when another piece of rope was tied immediately above my elbows, pulling them together. I felt the pain in my shoulders as my elbows were drawn closer and closer together, until they touched, my lower arms in contact from hands to elbows.

Another rope was tied around my waist, and pulled tight. I felt it cutting into me, and then it was tied to the rope around my wrists, pulling my arms up and in towards my lower back. No matter how hard I struggled, I could do nothing to get free.

I was dragged to my feet and towards the station door. I had no idea what was happening. Or where I was being taken, but I guessed it was not to a picnic.

Four of the other men followed myself and the two leading me, out of the door. Outside the station they moved towards a work’s van, with wooden slats fastened to the sides, like the ones that carried glass around.

Two of the men lifted me off my feet and forced me against the side of the van, as someone else produced more ropes, and I was soon being tied to the side of the van, facing it. My legs had been stretched wide, and with my arms behind me, only the ropes held me in place, and I was helpless to do anything.

I heard a van door open and close, and seconds later, the engine start. I guessed what they were going to do, and I begged them to stop. I knew my position was more than a little precarious. If the ropes holding me failed, as the van was moving, I would be sent crashing to the ground, unable to break my fall, and could well end up badly hurt.

My please fell on deaf ears, as the van slowly started to move forwards.

At first, everything was fine. But then the van began to speed up. I could feel myself shifting in the ropes, but still the speed of the van increased. My head was facing the back of the van, so I couldn’t even see where we were going, just the road speeding away from us as we moved around the station yard.

I was screaming for help, but none came. The van sped up even more, and though I didn’t have a real idea of the speed, I knew that had we been on the road, he would be going over the speed limit.

I had never been so frightened in my life, as the van continued to drive round and round the station yard. My arms were on fire, my shoulders were in agony, and my heart was racing. I swore to myself that if I got out of this alive, I would give this lifestyle up.

Then the van came to a sudden halt. No warning. The driver had simply slammed on the brakes, bring the van to a complete halt.

The momentum of the van suddenly stopping had drastic and dramatic effects. I felt the ropes holding me loosen, and fall away. The re was nothing I could do as I was propelled from the side of the van, crashing to the tarmac yard. I felt the pain in my head as it slammed against the ground several timers, as I rolled over and over.

My knees and my elbows were grinding against the floor, and I knew skin was being ripped off. I felt nothing but pain, the screams echoing around the yard were my own, as I finally came to rest several yards away from the van.

I couldn’t move. My battered body was too weak, and I was in too much agony.

Not that it mattered, I was lifted  and carried back into the station, where a workbench had now been placed in the centre of the room.

I didn’t need to be told, I knew I was going over the bench, even before I did so.

With my arms still tied behind me, I was powerless to resist as I was bent right over the bench. My legs were pulled wide, and then tied out to the legs of the bench. In this position I could do nothing but hope they would be a little more gentle with me than they had earlier.

It was a forlorn hope.

I felt the first cock pressing at my pussy, and within seconds it was rammed hard and deep into me. The man’s hands were on  my hips, pulling me back to meet his cock as he slammed his own hips forwards. I tried to push him off with my fingers, the only part of my arms I could move, but that made no difference at all, as his continued to fuck me brutally.

My legs could hardly hold my weight, but the bench I was tied tom refused to let me fall. Someone else stood in front of me, grabbing my hair to lift my head, his cock only an inch away from my still bleeding lips. He simply didn’t care, as he rammed his cock into me. I could taste blood, my own blood. I had wanted callous, but I had never dreamed in my wildest dreams, that they would be this callous.

I lost track of everything. My whole body was a mass of pain, as one after the other, all nine men fucked me hard. My pussy and my mouth joined the rest of my body in pain. These rapes were real and violent, and for the first time, I was getting no pleasure form being used.

But nor could I stop it.

I knew my pussy would take forever to recover from the treatment it was getting. Any one of the men could as easily fucked my arse, but they all concentrated on my pussy and my mouth.

I was beyond tears, and the screams had died to whimpers by the time the last one rammed his cock deep into me, and allowed his cum to join the rest, flooding my pussy.

When he finished, I was left where I lay, still bent over the bench. I had my eyes closed, and could hear the men laughing at me.

I heard the station door open behind me, and heard the men pick up their things and leave.

I panicked. I couldn’t move from where I was, and they were leaving me.

I screamed to be released, but all I got in reply was laughter, and then the door closed, leaving me alone, helpless and in tears.

I don’t know how long I was left that way, before I heard the door open, and a single set of footsteps approached me. Hands began to unfasten my feet, and I was lowered slowly to the floor.

Stuart set about releasing my arms, and I could again feel the fire in my shoulders as they were finally released. My fingers were all pins and needles, and anything below the waist was a blanket of pain.

Stuart smiled at me, and sat me down against the ticket desk wall.

“Thank you Angel. That was great. I couldn’t tell you what was going to happen, as I didn’t know. I didn’t know most of the men. I recruited four, and asked each to bring a suitable friend along, and telling them I wanted someone who would fuck you the way they did. We do not mess around on my site, Angel. It’s a brutal site, and for that I make no apologies. I will understand if you no longer want to work with us. But I have to say, you were a pleasure to work with, and I would happily do another shoot with you anytime.”

I was in tears. After the brutality that had happened, this man’s soft re-assuring words had brought me to tears..

He handed me the inevitable envelope, as he stood and walked to the door.

“I will leave you here, Angel. You are safe to stay as long as you want. I actually own this station, and no-one will disturb you. I have to get the crew back home and get the film edited.”

Moments later the door closed, and I could hear several sets of footsteps moving around outside. Some time later, car and van doors opened and closed, engines started, and I could hear vehicles moving away, leaving me alone to think about what had happened.

I slowly dragged myself to me feet, and limped to the station door. My car was still where I had left it, and on the back seat, the spare clothes I had brought, knowing my dress would be torn off during the filming.

The drive home was slow and painful. And it took me much longer than I had planned. I drove to the house, not to the flat., ran a hot bath, and sank into it. I needed to relax, and to think, and to work out the idea that was flooding my brain.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

I could not work for over three months after that shoot. How I didn’t break any bones as I tumbled helplessly across the yard, I have no idea. But I was cut and bruised almost everywhere, my lips had swollen badly, partly due to the fall, and partly due to the hammering the cocks had given me.

I had watched the video time and time again, trying to see why the rope had come loose, but there was nothing. It had been tied properly, and securely. It was only as the van came to a sudden stop that the ropes opened, and I went careering across the yard.

Stuart had said he didn’t know what was going to happen, and yet, there had been cameras out in the yard, shooting my crazy ride across the area. He must have known. He was right about one thing. I would never work for him again.

I would have hoped that this would have taught me a lesson, but it didn’t. I didn’t want another episode like that one, but nor could I give up.

My twin needs were still paramount in my brain. I needed sex, hard sex, brutal sex. And I needed to get hurt.

I have no idea why these two things were basic necessities for me, and a psychiatrist would perhaps have had a field day with me. But I doubt they could of cured me of them.

I understood the nymphomaniac side of me. It was the other side. The side that needed to get hurt, and hurt badly.

I had already been kicked, beaten, skewered, pierced, carved and fucked more times than most people get in three life times. But still it wasn’t enough. Still I needed more. And staying at home, unable to feed either need, was irritating me badly.

My first time out was at a nightclub. I allowed a guy there to “pick me up”, after dancing with him and letting him buy me a few drinks, he suggested we go somewhere quieter. This meant he wanted me. And I wanted him. Perhaps more than he wanted me. He wasn’t particularly good looking, but nor was he ugly. In truth, he was a cock. Nothing more.

Even in the taxi to my flat, he couldn’t keep his hands off me, and was encouraged when I didn’t make him take his hand from where it had fallen, “accidentally” between my legs.

He knew, even before we entered the flat, that he was onto a dead cert. All he had to do now, was perform. And I would make certain he did.

By morning, he was drained. Totally drained. We had fucked and sucked all night, no sleep. I don’t know how many times we both came, but he couldn’t cum anymore, and I wanted a lot more.

The sheet was wet. More from me than from him, and the old craving was truly back. I had let him play spank me, but it was really ineffectual. I needed more than he was giving me.

I hadn’t asked his name, and he had not known mine. There was no need. He had done what I wanted, reaffirmed I was still sex crazy, and that was what had mattered, to me.

He had left around ten in the morning, and I made sure I watched him get in a taxi and drive away. He may know the address of the flat, but I didn’t expect him back. Strange how many didn’t come back after a night with me.

I waited an hour and then drove my car home. I had parked it close to the flat, knowing I would be staying there overnight, one way or another.

Within minutes of getting home I was on the internet. I wanted to return to work. But it would not be Stuart or Ron. I needed a new challenge.

It came out of the blue, and not from one of my own discoveries.

The email came from John, and he said he had a shoot for a company based in Germany, though the shoot would take place in England. He said he didn’t know exactly what it was, but they had asked for him specifically, and also asked if Angel as available.

I remembered John. He was the one who had crucified me using my tit, and had then whipped me. Fond memories.

I wrote back and said I would be interested, on the same proviso as before. No broken arms or legs. I had come close to that at the railways station, and didn’t want to get any closer.

He wrote back promising me that there would be no broken bones, but he still didn’t know the content of the film, only that we had both been asked to do the job.

At least I knew that if sex was involved, it would not be with John, or at least, not for long.

The shoot was set for the following week, and for the second time, I had been asked to take my chain off. After what had happened at the station, I agreed. I would hate to think what would have happened had the chain got caught up on something as I was rolling across the yard. It could well have ripped my nipples or clit.

John told me he now knew what the shoot entailed, and asked if I wanted to know. I answered I would rather not. If I don’t know in advance, I cant worry about it. All I needed to know was that John would hurt me. And he would.

The shoot was in London, a three hour drive away, but I allowed loner so I could stop a couple of times on the way for refreshments.

For the first time in ages, I had worn a bra. It was impossible to wear a bra and my chain, and this was only the second time my chain had been off, the previous time, I had not worn a bra, and wearing one after all this time, felt more than a little strange.

I could feel my nipples actually brushing against the thin material, and although not enough to turn me on badly, it was enough to keep me happy during the drive.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, and I was very surprised at the location.

I had been used to abandoned factories, railway stations and such, but this was a complete dungeon. Not the medieval kind, but modern. The wall all padded leather, the benches shiny and new. It was nothing like I had imagined or expected.

John was already there when I arrived, as was his big box. I still had no idea what he kept in there, other than the spreader bars and the whip. And only those, because he had used them on me last time.

The director of the shoot introduced himself, and spoke with a German accent. He told me that this film would be shown on his German site, and that his members expected and paid for the more unusual. He didn’t elaborate, but at the time, I was pleased he didn’t.

Whatever I did, seemed to be “unusual” anyway.

Taking up the whole centre of the dungeon, and omissible, was a large metal frame. It must have been fifteen feet high, and the same across. I could see ropes hanging loosely from the two top corners, and guessed that would be where someone was hung by their wrists from.

Hooks down each side of the frame were self evidently for tying other ropes to.

I guessed that at some stage, I would end up somewhere on or in this frame.

A blonde girl with a happy smile that lit up her face came over and introduced herself as Anita, and pulled me off to a changing room. I expected some dark and dismal room, but was surprised to see a well lit, nicely painted room, with mirrors on the wall, and a wooden wardrobe for clothes. Much different from the corner of the dirty place the scene was being shot on other films. This one looked professional from the start.

As I undressed I saw Anita pick something out of the cupboard, and as soon as I was naked, she approached me with it.

“Gustav want you wear this” she said, her English broken, but understandable.

I looked at the garment in her hand. I had never worn a corset before, and this one was beautiful. It was made of red and black leather, one piece, with a lace up the back. I had to slip it over my head and pull it down my body to get it on, and when it was in position. Anita began work tightening it up.

I had, as I said, never worn one before, and I watched in the mirror in front of me as my waist started to reshape itself as Anita pulled at the lace behind me. I could feel my waist shrinking, and my tit, not covered by the corset, could do nothing to stop it. It seemed to meld with the shape of my hips, and who I saw in the mirror was someone new, someone more shapely. I knew I would have to get one for myself.

Aita assured me that it was fully closed at the back, no flesh showing, and my difficulty in breathing seemed to stand as testament to that fact. She then began to place leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle, placing small locks through the holes drilled into each buckle. Without a key, these cuffs would not come off.

Her last job was to plait my hair, which would have taken me over an hour to do, but she had done it in less than ten minutes, it was obviously something she was used to doing often.

Once satisfied, she led me back into the dungeon, where John and Gustav were talking, in German.

A few moments later John came over and told me what Gustav wanted from this shoot. I stopped him, before he could tell me. I didn’t want to know. I only wanted it to happen. I couldn’t see a line of dirty men waiting to fuck me, so I guessed there would be no sex, and cameras seemed to line all four walls, and corners top and bottom of the room. Anything that took place would be captured by at least four or five cameras.

As I didn’t want to know what was happening, John tapped me lightly on the arm. I felt something like a bee sting, and put my other hand over to see where it had stung me.

“Don’t worry Angel. That was a little knockout drug. We want to start with you already in position.”

I was listening to him, and could see him in front of me, but his voice seemed to be coming from further away, and moving further with each word. My legs seemed to wobble and I felt myself falling. I could feel his hands around me, but I couldn’t see him. Everything was turning black, and he was talking, now, from over a hundred miles away.

My awaking was slow, and painful. My head was still fuzzy, but I could feel pain in many places in my body. There was a large mirror in front of me, and as my eyes focused, I could see why I was in such pain.

My arms had been pulled out to the side, and secured by ropes to the sides of the frame. My legs, also had been pulled out wide and secured, and my hair had more rope in it, holding my head up straight, so I could not look down.

The biggest pain, however, came from my tits. Once again, John had tied them tightly, and hoisted me by them. They were holding my weight. By stretching my arms and legs as they had, it seemed to add even more pressure to my tits. I could also see hooks through my stretch nipples piercings, and the thin wires pulled out and to the side. Although I couldn’t see them, I could feel that the holes in my pussy lips had suffered the same treatment, as I could feel them pulled open.

As I was awaking, John was moving something between my open legs, and moments later, I felt something hard being pushed into my pussy. It wasn’t deep, but it was quite wide, and I guessed if my pussy lips had not been stretched open, it would have been more difficult to get it into me.

John the moved so I could see him.

“SO, you break in here, trying to steal vital data, and you refuse to tell us who you are working for? We will soon get that information from you. And you will know never to tangle with us again. You may be cursing your employer by the time we finish with you, but you will also be wishing you were never born”.

I guessed John had started, and the cameras were rolling. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but simply breathing in this position, was as much as I could do. The pressure from my tits, and the added pressure of the tight corset, was making it hard to breath.

I saw him point to whatever was between my legs.

“That is a fucking machine. But its not like any normal one. It is only six inches long, but has an outer sheath that can extend another four inches, which it will do every six minutes .It will not always extend fully, but when it does, you will know about it. On the very tip is an electrode, that will send a current through your body when ever it fully extends. The current is not enough to kill or maim you, but enough to make you wish you were at Disney World and far from here. The machine is programmed to run for an hour,  during which time you will be left alone. There will be no-one to stop the machine, and no-one to hear your screams. I would say, enjoy, but I think that is the last thing you will do. This is only the start. We treat data theft very seriously, as you will discover to your cost.”

I tried frantically to pull myself up off the machine before it could start, but with my arms and legs fully stretched, and my pussy lips stretched and pulled downwards, there was absolutely nothing I could do.

Occasionally you can get a small movement, but spread out so tight, like a star, pulled in five directions at once, there was no movement at all.

I heard a click. And a whirring noise. Seconds later the solid dildo began sliding upwards, pressing into me. It was only slow, at first, but I could feel it slide the full six inches into my pussy, as I still pulled at the ropes trying to lift myself away from it.

After a few minutes, it began to move faster, and I could feel it as it began to fuck me in earnest. I had taken men with six inch cocks, but this, being solid, felt much different. Even six inches was already starting to hurt, and I knew that at some stage it would get longer, and then longer still.

I was trying with everything I had to get free of it, but I could do nothing.

Without warning, I felt the outer sheath start to move, and I knew it was going to go deeper.

The scream from my lips could have woken the dead. I felt the shock of electricity all the way through my body. My muscles spas med, and my whole body shook, as the dildo sank full length into me.

I had felt pain many times, in many ways, but this was something I had never anticipated, and never felt.  I screamed loud and long as the electrode punished me deep inside my pussy. It was  not helped, I guessed, by my own juices which, as always had started as soon as the machine had started fucking me.

I felt the dildo shrink back to it’s normal size, but still my body shook with pain and uncontrollable spasms.

Tears were running freely from my eyes, and I was begging for everything to stop.

Even then I knew it wouldn’t stop. The one rule with any shoot, was “once it starts, it doesn’t stop”

It was not written into any contract, but we all understood the rules. Nothing I said, or did, would bring an early end to my suffering. And I was suffering.

The speed of the dildo, and it’s length varied without warning. I had screamed a couple of times when I felt the outer sheath move, but it had not extend fully. I knew this was to play with my mind, but I could do nothing to stop it. The dildo was moving fast, driving into me, and suddenly, again without warning, the dildo extended and my screams filled every corner of the room, my body erupted in spasms, uncontrollable spasms, as the electricity ran riot inside me.

I could see through the mirror that my whole body was a mass of sweat. My wrists hurt badly, as did my ankles, as I pulled as hard as I could, trying to get free of them, but to no avail.

That was the second of six, and as the dildo slowed, I tried to relax. Time itself meant nothing to me, I only knew I would suffer four more times at the wish of this dildo.

I was just starting to relax again when it rammed deep and once more the shock of the electric coursed through my body. I screamed, I shook, I begged, but I was alone with my suffering.

No-one could hear me plead to be released. In the back of my mind I knew I could not stop this suffering, no matter how hard I tried.

John had asked questions I had no idea of the answer to. How could I tell them who I worked for, when I didn’t have the answers. Would he have given them to me if I had let him explain the scene? I doubted it. That would have already have had me shouting the answers simply to stop this intolerable torture.

I was never meant to have the answers. I knew this, even as the dildo once more rammed hard and deep inside me, the shock forcing all consciousness from me.

It was only when I saw the video later that I knew that had not turned off the machine. Three more times I saw my body explode in spasms, though I had not felt it. I was unconscious, and thankfully so.

When I awoke I was laying on a bed, my arms and legs were once again fully extended and held by ropes.

I was still in the dungeon, and still in the corset. But at least I was away from that infernal machine.

“You survived” John’s voice came from somewhere over my head. I tried to look, but something was restricting my head, holding it in one place.

“This box, holding your head still, is very special to me. And will, if you do not give the answers I want, will become very special to you.

I will ask a series of questions. Each time you fail to answer the vice around your head will tighten. It will. Of course, hurt badly, but I assure you, it will not kill you. There are, of course, other ways to get this information from you, but we shall try this way first.

“Name?”.

The question was shouted at me, no warning that it was coming.

I stammered, and had difficulty talking, but finally told him I was called Angel.

“Wrong answer”. He said. I felt the sides of the box start to move. Only slightly, but the pressure on the side of my head was agonising.

“Your name?”.

Again I had no idea what he wanted, and I told him, crying, sobbing, that my name was Angel.

Again I felt added pressure from the box, as it closed in a little more. I was sobbing freely now, and still had no idea what answers he wanted.

“Who do you work for? Who is after this data?”.

I screamed at him that I didn’t know what he was talking about, and I heard him laugh, as once more, the sides of the box closed in on me.

My head was already hurting, the pain was intolerable. But also incessant.

“One more time. Who do you work for? Who wants this data? And why?”.

I screamed out that I didn’t know what he wanted from me. My name was Angel. And I didn’t know anything.

“Okay” he said “ have it your own way.” We will leave you here to think things over. Maybe  some time on your own will jog your memory.”

I saw him lower a hook from the ceiling with three wires with hooks on the end. Moment later I felt him touching my tits, and thought I felt nothing as he did so, thanks to the metal rings in my nipples, he fed the hooks through both nipples, the third moving down and going through the piercing in my clit.

Then I watched in horror as the hooks began to be pulled upwards, my nipples were stretched, pulling harshly at my tits. At the same time, I felt the pain between my legs as my clit was also being stretched,

“I will see you in the morning, and maybe you will be a little more co-operative”

I heard him walk away, and second later, the lights dimmed. And finally went out.

I lay in agony. My head. Still compressed by the vice, and now my nipples and clit were pulled high into the air, stretching them painfully.

I expected the lights to go one, and the scene to continue, but I was alone. Time meant nothing in itself, but it felt a long time I had been left by myself.

Surely, he couldn’t really mean to leave me like this overnight? I was in agony. Surely he knew that?  Or maybe, he did.

Time passed slowly. I couldn’t see the clock on the wall, but I could hear it ticking away. I lay, unable to move, unable to take any pressure away from my head or my piercings.

How I fell asleep. I don’t know, but sleep I did. I was awoken by a sudden but of light in my face, as the lights in the dungeon flashed back on.

Even before my eyes opened properly he was questioning me again. The same questions, over and over. I screamed my name time and time again, but each time, he laughed and refused to accept it.

I didn’t know what else he wanted from me. I had been kept in the dark about this part,  and I was crying,. Sobbing for release that did not come.

Each time I gave the same answer. John pressed the button for a split second, and the pressure on my nipples and clit grew more. I screamed in agony. Certain he was going to rip them from my body.

For over an hour he continued to ask the same questions, and for over an hour the pressure on the rings grew harder, and my body stretched like never before.

I couldn’t cry, my tears had dried up, but my eyes hurt more and more, as if I were crying dry tears.

My screams got louder, but no pity was taken on me.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more. He released the  small hoist. Allowing my nipples and clit to fall back onto my body. Though they hurt like I had never experienced before.

Moment later he released the vice from my head, triggering even more pain.

I could do nothing as I felt him release my arms and my ankles. I tried to sit up, but I was far too weak to do so. I had already peed during the night, and the bed was wet. But he ignored that as he grabbed my hair and pulled sharply, dragging me off the bed.

I tried to stand, but it was useless. I part crawled and part got dragged across the dungeon. He pulled me towards a thin table, forcing me to my feet by the hair, ignoring my screams. Without my being able to stop him. He leant me over the thin table. Along it’s length. I saw him pull my arms down to two clips either side of the table, but I was too weak to stop him. Moments later my arms were once again stretched, and useless to me. I felt him force my legs open, and clip these to the bottom of the table legs. Even if I had the strength, I could not move away from where I was, impossible to stand.

I hear him move around behind me, and then something cold and slimy touched my arse. A finger was pushed into me, and the cold slimy solution was pressed into me. The finger turning around to make sure the insides of my arse were coated with it.

I then felt something soft, and flexible being pushed into me. I had no idea what it was, and seconds later, something larger, forcing my arse to open, was pushed into me. As it finally found it’s way inside, my arse seemed to close, holding it in.

John’s voice seem to boom out at me as he explained what was going to happen. I tried not to listen. I didn’t want anymore of his tortures, but there was nothing I could do to avoid or stop them.

I felt the rubber bulb in my arse grow as he pumped it up. It grew larger than my arse could stretch, meaning it would not come out until it was deflated again. And I was in no position to do that.

“You are now going to be given an enema. Now. Most enemas are four pints, and held for a few minutes. Obviously. We want the information from you, so yours will be a larger enema, six pints, and will be held until we decide to release it. The inflated valve will prevent you getting it out before we are ready. And the valve is only one way. It will not allow fluid, or anything else, to come out.”

I heard him move around behind me again, and then I felt something moving at the entrance to my arse. In the mirror I could see him attach a thin rubber pipe, that would feed the enema into me. I struggled to get free, but, as always, John had done a good job of making sure I could do nothing, but scream.

And scream I did. I felt the flow tart to enter me, and though it didn’t feel too bad, ay first, it soon started entering my body higher, filling my bowels. I needed to crap, and I needed it badly. Never before had I needed it so much, but it was impossible. And the more fluid John pumped into me, the more I needed it.

It was a slow process, but a non stop process, as the fluid filled me. The bag was, I could see, higher than my body, and gravity would ensure that the bag emptied its contents into me.

I began to feel the cramps long before the bag was empty. It was as if I had been hit in the stomach. I screamed out in agony. Begging and pleading for it to be removed, but John had left the dungeon, and I was alone, and suffering badly.

If I knew the answers to his questions, he would get them, just to stop the pain. But I didn’t know. And still the bag slowly emptied. I knew My stomach was bloated, but the corset refused to let it swell. My stomach seemed to expand internally, and became unbearable. As I screamed and cried for the pain to stop. But it fell on deaf ears, as always.

I was unconscious long before the bag finally emptied it’s load into me.

I only know what happened after that, from watching the video.

After the bag emptied they left me for another twenty minutes. They had focused on the clock to make sure everyone could see. John came in and slowly disconnected the pipes, leaving only the inflated rubber stopper inside me. Slowly. He began to deflate it, standing to one side. When it came out, I knew why he had not stood behind me.

At first it was a trickle of fluid, leaking out. But slowly, at first, and then faster, the enema began to leave me. I had no control over any of this, my world still black, and for a time, painless.

My bowels opened, and though I had no eaten since the shoot began, I had eaten on the way there. And now. This, and six pints of fluid were forcing their way from my body. It took ten minutes, and the floor behind were I was, was covered in fluids and excrement. Had I been awake, I would have died from humiliation.

When the flow stopped. John unfastened my wrists, and pulled me upright, by the hair, and I watched as the last of the fluid ran freely from me. As I did watch, I told myself I never wanted another enema. But at the same time, I knew that if it were called for in another shoot, I would have no choice but to accept it.

I was still unconscious when John released  my ankles and dragged me to a different room. I could see the low bench in the middle of the room, and watched as John placed me over it. There were several straps screwed to the floor, and as he placed me over the bench, my limp limbs were easy for him to move where he wanted the. Both my knees and my elbows touched the floor, and leather straps were fastened to hold both of them in place, with my legs opened. Other straps held my wrists and ankles in place, and I could see that movement from me was impossible.

It wasn’t until I regained consciousness that I knew where I was.

I tried to move, to get up. But the straps held me firmly in one place. As I started to regain consciousness, I felt John fasten a leather strap around my waist. Holding me firmly to the bench.

I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear his voice from behind me.

“This is your last chance. What is your name, and for whom do you work?”

if, as he said, this was my last chance, I feared what was going to happen. Not that I could do anything to stop it. I couldn’t move, and I still didn’t know the answers.

Again I screamed my name was Angel, but I heard him laugh.

“In a few minutes, you will answer.”

I heard him walk away, and a door open and close. Whatever was about to happen. He would not be there. So whatever was about to happen. It did not involve him.

I was still pondering this over when I heard something behind me. It wasn’t heavy enough to be John. I thought, at first, I heard padded feet.; but they moved too fast.

Then I caught sight as it passed in front of me.

I screamed to be set free. Screamed for what was about to happen to stop. But no-one answered. No-one came to free me.

I was in total shock and fear, as the huge dog walked around me several more times.

This couldn’t be happening. Surely this was a mistake. But it wasn’t a mistake, as I found out a few seconds later.

I heard a click. And John’s voice came through a speaker.

“This is your last chance. Max is a highly trained dog, and specialises in fields I am sure you would rather not explore. To demonstrate what I mean. Max, taste.”

I heard the dog pad around behind me, and I felt his hot breath on the backs of my thighs. Seconds later, his tongue made contact with my pussy. I tried to get away from it. Pure panic filled my brain, as the dog licked up and down my pussy lips.

“Max, down”.

Immediately, the dog moved away, and returned to walking around me slowly.

“As I said” continued John. “He is highly trained, and would have no hesitation in following any command he is given. Either you now answer our questions, or Max will show you how specialised he is. It really is your choice.”

I was in blind panic. I didn’t know what answers he wanted, and nor did I want the dog to fuck me, which is what John meant, and I knew it.

“Max, climb”

I heard Max walk around behind me again, and suddenly I felt him climb onto my back, his front legs wrapping around my waist. I felt his fur down my back and across my arse, but it was something else that frightened me. Though not pressing into me, I could feel his cock touching me. I knew if given the command, I could do nothing to stop him.

“What is your name?”

I was scared, I didn’t know what to say. I yelled out I didn’t know what answer he wanted,

“Max”

“Wait, I screamed, my breathing harsh, My name is Alice, Alice  Williams.”

“That’s better” John’s voice came through the speaker. “Now, who do you work for?”.

I could still feel the dogs cock at my pussy, and in panic I said the first thing that came to my mind.

“I work for myself” I screamed, panic making my voice quiver. “I work freelance”

“Now we are getting somewhere. Who do you sell your services to?”.

My voice still sounded strange to me as I told him I sold myself to the highest bidder.

For over an hour he questioned me, asking the same questions time and time again. Making sure that the answers I gave were the same as the last time. With the dog poised as he was, I was hardly likely to tell him anything different.

“Max, sown”

I heard the voice through the speaker, and felt the dog slide off me, and pad away. I breathed a sigh of relief, though My body still shook.

I heard the speaker click off, and a door open. I heard Max pad his way out of the room, as John entered. He quickly unfastened the restraints holding me in place, and grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet. I felt him pull my arms viciously behind me, and the cold steel of cuffs holding them in place.

Using my hair to lead me, ignoring my screams of pain, and my pleas for release, he dragged me back into the dungeon I had been in earlier.

I was led to a post standing against one wall, and working quickly, he tied me to it so I could not move.

I watched as he moved away and stood in front of me. He pulled something from his pocket, and within seconds I realised it was a gun.

“We cant have anyone stealing our secrets. Alice. The technology we use, is not for others.”.

I saw him lift the gun, and aim at my chest. I screamed at him to stop, not to kill me. I swore I would never tell anyone anything, but I saw him pull back the cocking mechanism. The barrel of the gun was aimed directly at my chest, and I knew that if he fired, he could not possibly miss.

I was crying openly, my whole body wracked with sobbing. I felt myself release my bladder, the hot urine running down my legs. I had never been so frightened.

I saw, almost in slow motion as his finger started to press back on the trigger.

I heard an explosion, and at the same time pain like nothing I have ever dreamed of in my chest. My eyes closed, as I screamed. And my world blacked out..

I could feel something warm and soft enveloping me. I knew I must have been in heaven, except I could hear vices. Speaking in German. Something cold was being pressed against my forehead, and my head hurt like no hangover could ever cause.

I tried to move, but gentle arms held me down, and Anita’s voice, gentle and oft, telling me to relax.

Slowly, my eyes opened, though it took me a little time to get them to focus.

I was in a bed, and Anita was sat on the edge, pressing a cold towel to my forehead.

I tried to speak. But she softly hushed me.

“You did well Angel. Gustav is very pleased with you”

I didn’t understand. I knew John had shot me. I felt the bullet hit. I should be dead, and I wasn’t.

I heard John’s voice from behind me.

“Welcome back, Angel. Hope you feel a little better now.”

“What,?” I started.

“The bullet was a paint ball, Angel, and hidden inside it was a very powerful drug, that knocked you out in seconds. It may cause a headache, but you will recover from that. You also have a bruise on your chest, but that, also, will heal. Gustav was very pleased with you, and said your film is probably the best he has ever made.”

I still didn’t understand.

“Had you been told that the bullet was a paint shot, we may not have got the same reaction from you. By allowing you to think it was real, you showed us real panic, even down to wetting yourself. None of that could be faked, as nothing else in the film was faked. Gustav likes reality, and that is what you gave him. By knowing nothing about the questions, or what answers we wanted, you were able to play yourself, simply as you were. Terrified.”

I could see him smiling at me.

Anita finally allowed me to sit up in the bed.

The first question in my mind, was Max. would he have carried out his threat?

John stopped smiling. “Max really is a highly trained dog, and yes. One more command and he would have fucked you. We had to go to extreme lengths to make the shoot realistic, and we would have allowed that to happen.”

I couldn’t believe it. They would have actually allowed the dog to fuck me, without asking me first, and presumably. Would have let it finish inside me.

I rolled over, tears flooding from my eyes, as I realised the full magnitude of what they were prepared to do, just to get the realism they sought.

It was then that I knew, this would be my last shoot. Not just with John, or Gustav. But forever.

I was capable of many things, had endured many things, but I couldn’t have handled that. The very fact that they were prepared to let it go ahead if I hadn’t given a suitable answer, was too much for me. No matter how much they paid me, it would never have been enough. But worse. Anyone who watched this film, and then hired me, may think it was agreed beforehand, and may possibly continued where Max had stopped. My only chance of stopping that, would be to walk slowly away.

I had spent over two years as Angel. And it had been a fantastic time. But it had to end now. It had to end before it was too late. One more unanswered question from John, and it would have been far too late.

Who knows. Maybe some time in the future, I may do a few sex films. I still, even now, have the urge and need for sex. But at the moment, it’s purely casual sex. No-one is getting close enough to take me back to where I was. And what could have happened, if I had not, once again, become Alice.

End………………………….