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Title: Filming
Post by: Beater on August 18, 2016, 08:18:08 AM
The story detailed in this topic is entirely a work of fiction with every character that appears in the story being fragments of my own imagination. Any similarities that the characters may have with real life people in either name or description is purely coincidental. All characters which appear are also of legal age being 18 years in age or older. Warning, the following story details themes of rape, torture and both physical and mental abuse. Please only read if you are an adult and are willing to read a story of such nature.

Day 1

We waited for her to stop yelling through her gag and struggling against her bounds before we started filming. The camera zoomed in to the black sack that covered her head and then proceeded to zoom out and move down her body to give the viewers a good look at our lovely victim. She was tied down to a chair with her arms handcuffed and chained to the ceiling. Her legs were bound together by thick leather belts at her ankles and knees and a piece of string was looped around each of her toes, pulling them back to show the soles of her feet. The camera focused on her breasts which weren't as big as some of the past stars I've worked with but they were still appealing and looked perfect to whip. Her nipples were hard due to the cold gust that creeped through the hidden door of my barn and her chest roused up and down as she took deep breaths. Sweat covered her body and the poor bitch was shaking in fear. We had entertained ourselves for a bit by creeping up to her and groping her body while we waited for the cameras to be set up. Hearing her scream and try to shake the hood of her face so she could see what we were doing to her had convinced everyone that she would be great fun to hurt.

My co-host, Amanda, tapped me on my shoulder and smiled. She was looking forward to this. A ravishing blonde who was as sadistic as anyone I've worked with, me and her made a good team. We walked into shot and got behind the bound cunt where we welcomed our guest. Together we removed her hood and enjoyed the look of terror on the girl's face after her eyes adjusted to the light and she realised she was naked and bound. She started to scream but Amanda quickly delivered a hard slap and then took a hold of her to keep her still. The camera filmed as Amanda carefully brushed the slut's brown hair and tied it in a ponytail to prevent it covering her face. Tears rolled down her face and her pretty light blue eyes pleaded for someone to help her.

"Welcome to another episode of slut torture entertainment. As you can see we have a lovely new model who can't wait to suffer for you."

My words caused the girl to fight against her cuffs and cry out before Amanda administered another slap. She then continued with the introduction.

"To celebrate the anniversary of this show we have a special event lined up for you."

"That's right Amanda. To celebrate we are going to provide you sadist with an update each day starring this wonderful cunt."

"And in each update we will be taking inspiration from the very best scenes that we've filmed over the years. The harshest whippings, the brutalise rapes, the cruelest of canings and other fan favourites."

"Now then, let's introduce you to the star of show."

The camera zoomed out and we rolled a table with wheels forward. Resting on top was a car battery and a pair of jumper cables. The girl froze and her eyes widened and we slowly clamped the cables to her tits. She let out a loud scream that was at first muffled by the ball gag in her mouth but continued after we removed it.

"Listen very carefully cunt. This battery has been modified to give a safe shock but it will still hurt like hell. We're going to ask you a series of questions and every time you don't answer or we think you're lying, we're going fry your tits. You got that?"

She remained silent and looked across the room at the film crew in search of someone who might save her.

"Okay let's start with an easy one. Tell us your name."

She didn't answer and continuing to look like a deer in headlights. I activated the switch and a strong current flowed through her. Her muscles started to spasm and she screamed out in agony. We watched more tears being produced and listened to her begging.

"No please don't. Aah that hurts so much."

"What's your name?"

"Tash."

"And that's short for?"

"Natasha."

"Okay Tash, how old are you?"

"19."

"Still a teen, that's good. Everybody loves to see a teen get abuse. What's your bra size?"

She hesitated for a moment as she struggled to take in the fact that she was nude and being filmed answering these questions. Her hesitation earnt her another shock.

"AAARRGH I'm a c-cup. Please stop."

"Nice, I'm sure all our viewers will love seeing them beauties get covered in welts. How tall are you?"

"5'7."

"You look very hot Tash, you must work out a lot, do you play any sports? What are your hobbies?"

"I do netball and ride horses."

Her answers were coming in fast, straight after I finished asking them. She was not giving us the chance to further punish her.

"How many guys have you fucked?"

Her face went red with embarrassment. Her lips quivered as she answered.

"3."

We immediately shocked her again because she was lying."

"AARRGH I'm telling the truth. I've only slept with three guys."

"No you haven't. Just in this room I can count 7 guys and one girl."

It took a while for her to process this information. Her eyes lit up in shock and for the first time, her body allowed her to concentrate on how sore her pussy felt.

"You...you raped me."

"We took liberty with you on the ride over here. If it makes you feel better, you're an excellent fuck."

The crew laughed at my joke reducing Tash to full on hysterics. Her cries were such a turn on for all of us.

"Have you ever tried anal?"

She wasn't listening. We shocked her again to get her attention back.

"Have you ever tried anal?"

"No."

Her answer was sad and she wasn't sure anymore. My comments came as a bit of a relief to her.

"Well we need to save somethings for later. Why are you here?"

"Because you bastards kidnapped me and raped me!"

A shock for showing disrespect.

"You're here to suffer for out pleasure. Say it."

Tash refused and recieved another shock. She opened her mouth to say something but I shocked her again to make sure she was going to say what I wanted her to.

"I'm here to suffer for your pleasure."

"Good girl."

We stuffed the ballgag back in her and then yanked the cables off her before leaving her for the night. Tomorrow we would continue but first we needed to get the branding irons ready.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: shadowwarrior16 on August 18, 2016, 11:51:22 AM
woah loved it plz contine
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: leem45 on August 18, 2016, 08:17:30 PM
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Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on August 19, 2016, 08:00:01 AM
Warning: contains descriptions of graphic torture

Day 2

After we finished shooting our first session with Tash, she had spent the rest of time alone. At first she screamed out through her gag for at least an hour before she gave up and just cried. Her yells and begging turned to sobs and whimpers as she lost track of time. We had probably inflicted on her the worst pain she had ever had to endure and she sat alone in the darkness replaying each electric shock in her head. Time only intensified the memories and the knowledge that she had been raped kept coming to her in flashing lights and loud sirens. What she didn't know and what she couldn't possibly fathom to understand was the fact that we had gone easy on her. Soon what we had done to her would seem like neck massage compared to what we had planned.

We entered her cell and set up the filming equipment. The camera men were experts of their craft and automatically zoomed in to Tash's breasts to give the viewers a look at the red marks the jumper cables had left her with. They were quite faded now but could still be clearly visible. Amanda took centre stage this time while I watched and enjoyed her work.

"Welcome to day two of slut torture entertainment's special anniversary marathon. Allow me to reintroduce to you, Tash our 19 years old piece of fuckmeat."

Amanda looked directly at the camera smiling at her fans as if she was inviting them to help her hurt the cunt that was tied down in front of her.

"As you know, we have never tried anything like this before and we have no real idea of what's going to happen to poor Tash after a couple of weeks. In fact we've been taking bets, my moneys on her going bat shit crazy. Of course we all agreed that we need to take precautions so today we're going to be concentrating on her feet to make sure she doesn't run away."

She grabbed Tash's feet and gave her soles a little tickle.

"But first we have a gift for her."

She took out a black leather dog collar from her pocket and wrapped it around Tash's neck. She made sure it wasn't too tight as we didn't want to end the fun too early. Buckling it and using a padlock to lock it in place, the key to which we had lost a long time ago. The dog collar suited Tash and I made a mental note to film some petplay scenes with her in the future.

"There doesn't she look cute?"

Tash turned away from the camera as she was degraded further for our amusement.

"Now then, let's start."

She rolled the table that had carried the car battery over to Tash to show her today's tools of abuse. Ten wooden toothpicks, a pair of scissors, a rattan cane, a branding iron and a propane touch. Amanda picked up the cane first and flicked it in the air in front of Tash. Fear filled her tears filled eyes as Amanda removed her gag.

"I want you to count the strokes. If you don't I'll start over from the beginning again."

She swung at full strength and striked both of Tash's soles with a deadly impact.

"AAAHH AARRGH no stop! God that hurts so much. No don't do this. Please I'm begging you."

Amanda swung again. Tash's pleas motivated her to strike harder.

"AAARRGH please don't."

"Count you stupid slut."

"One. Please no more."

Another strike and another scream.

"Two. Oh god why are you doing this."

3 and 4 were just as hard. 5 was damn near lethal. Amanda looked like a sweet girl next door who wouldn't hurt a fly but looks could be deceiving because she was as much a monster as I was. If not more.

"6. No please I can't take anymore."

Being made to count the number of times Amanda had caned her feet would have been having a deep psychological effect on Tash. With each number she was being reminded of how much she had already taken. It made the next stroke so much worse and was overwhelming her with fear.

"7 AARRGH."

She had given up begging now. 8 came with a silent scream as she threatened to hurl from the pain. 9 was just plain wicked.

"Stop it! You're going to kill me!"

"You didn't count. That's a shame because I was going to stop at ten. Oh well, back to the start."

And start again she did. Tash's soles were stripped with vicious looking welts and she was shaking and spasming uncontrollably. We let her have a drink of water which calmed her down somewhat and would also hopefully allow her to produce some nice screams for the next part.

"Did you enjoy that Tash?"

There was no answer that she could give. Her mind couldn't comprehend the level of cruelty she was being subjected to. Every nerve in her feet screamed out in agony. Every cell of brain was coping with the anguish she was feeling. The room seemed to spin around and everything was loud and chaotic like a gunfight.

Amanda took the toothpicks and neatly placed them in a row on the table. Seeing her do this, one of the camera men left the room and I felt a little uneasy too. Quite a lot of us turned away as she pushed the pick down underneath Tash's toe nails. It wasn't because we didn't have the guts to hurt a girl that much. No we've done much worse things before but seeing a nail separate from the skin membrane beneath it and slowly watching the blood gather was a ghastly slight that made anyone cringe. Anyone but Amanda that was who was giddying with glee as she pushed toothpick after toothpick under Tash's nails. Wow the girl was screaming loudly. She ended up throwing up as Amanda pulled a toothpick out from one of her pinky toes only to stick it back in.

Tash was slipping in and out of consciousness. Her head was hung low and her mouth was gaping wide open to get as much air as possible. She was starting to hyperventilate in panic. Amanda pushed the last pick in and Tash fainted. Not done yet, Amanda took the scissors and sipped the points of the toothpicks that were sticking out from Tash's toes. The wood splintered and become too short for her to pull out. She then suckled and licked each toe, seductively moaning at her work. I poured some alcohol on Tash's feet to make sure her wounds didn't get affected before allowing Amanda to continue.

She lit the propane touch and heated the up the branding iron while she waited for Tash to wake up. Figuring it would be a while for her to wake up on her own, we filled a bucket full of ice water and cucked it at her. She awoke gasping as cold and suffering tightened around her. When the iron was glowing white hot, Amanda teasingly positioned it inches away from Tash's face and moved it slowly down her body. The heat that radiated from that thing caused Tash to stop panting as she turned away and closed her eyes. Tears forced their ways from her eyelids down her cheek. When it reached her tortured feet, Amanda aimed right at the welts of her soles and pushed the branding iron into Tash's skin. She once again fought against her bounds for the hundredth time today and was once again unsuccessful. The iron was heated back up and her other sole was burnt. I had no idea how she managed to stray conscious as she smelled her own burning flesh. It was completely sick.

We removed some of her bounds, leaving just the handcuffs which we used to suspend her by a pulley. Ice cold water was used to hose her down and remove the puke and spit from her body. Aiming at her cunt, sone dried cum was washed away. We then left her there dangling by her wrists. Alone in the darkness to wait for her next session of torture.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Kurious on August 19, 2016, 07:54:52 PM
Can't wait to see where this goes next!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: shadowwarrior16 on August 20, 2016, 01:23:15 PM
god i think im a little scared now lol good story cant w8 to finish it
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on August 22, 2016, 04:34:57 AM
Day 3

The weather had taken a turn for the worse and it was forecast to snow soon. The animals on the farm had been herded into the barn making it a challenge to carry any heavy equipment down the hidden hatch. Luckily we had left the filming equipment down there from last time but our plans to make Tash ride the sybian and watch her cum over and over again while we tortured her tits was ruined. We would have to do that a later day but like it's said, the show must go on.

We found her unconscious and hanging by her wrists. Dry blood coated her toes and was spilled down to the ground where it was mixed with a puddle of her urine. Every now and then, her head would shake from one side to another and her face would contract to an expression of pain. She was having nightmares of what Amanda did to her yesterday. I pushed my finger into her cunt to feel how remarkably tight she was and remembered how I had enjoyed myself when I had fucked her. Amanda squeezed Tash's tits as we started the introduction.

"Hello and welcome to day 3 of slut torture entertainment's special anniversary marathon."

"Apologies but you'll have to excuse Tash for her poor manners. I'm sure that if she wasn't being such a lazy cunt and was conscious, she would tell you how she can't wait to be abused for your entertainment."

"Let's wake her up so we can start."

We moved out of the way as one of the crew turned on a hose and sprayed Tash with ice cold water. She screamed as the force of the spray slammed into her gut like a punch. She was hosed down from head to toe and was left shivering. It felt as if a million tiny needles were being stabbed into her and her wrists were about to snap off. Two buckets were filled close to the rim with soapy water. Me and Amanda put on leather aprons, boots and gloves before we each grabbed a toilet brush and dripped it into our buckets. Using the rough brushes that were designed for to scrub the filth off hard porcelain toilets, we started to wash Tash. The bristles were cruel and harsh as they scratched her skin.

"Please stop! No not there!"

She would beg each time we gave her face, tits and cunt special attention. The soap we were using on her was really bleach that had been added in a small concentration to the water to avoid corrosion. It left her skin an attractive slightly pink shade as she sobbed. We lowered her down and she squealed as her feet touched the ground. It made great footage as she struggled to decide what hurt more, her wrists that she had been hanging from for hours or her feet that had not only been branded but had toothpicks pushed beneath her toe nails.

"Do you want to be let down?"

"Yes please let me down. It hurts so bad. Why are you doing this to me?"

I took a bar of soap that I had cut down into a small square and dripped it into a bucket to get it wet. I then forced it into Tash's mouth and covered it with my hand so she couldn't spit it out.

"Eat it."

The dumb bitch tried swallowing it all at once but choked. She gagged and her face beautifully expressed her disgust as she tried to spit it out. The sharp taste of the soap tormented her tongue. It took her a almost 5 minutes before she finished. I forced her mouth open to see soap bubbles around her teeth, tongue and at the back of her throat. She spat out to the ground as I signalled for her to be lowered to her knees. God she looked hot kneeling in front of me. I rubbed my crotch in her face so she knew what was going to happen to her.

Amanda pushed an IV pole, the type you see at hospitals towards the kneeling slut. Instead of an IV bag it transported an enema kit on one of its metal hooks. She pulled on Tash's thighs to push her perfect round ass out and then teasingly forced the tip of bulb into her asshole.

"No what are you doing? No stop please."

The bulb was slowly inserted to Tash's discomfort and the latch was opened to allow the water in the bag to flow into her. I took out a ring gag that had a large opening and tried to force it into her mouth. She struggled and tightened her mouth shut to prevent me from gagging her. Shaking my head in disappointment, her disobedience had angered me. I walked over to her abused feet and simply stomped on them with my boots. The scream was incredible and her pretty blue eyes instantly flooded with tears that fell like waterfalls. I pushed the gag in and secured it at the back of her head before admiring how much pain she was in.

Grabbing her brown hair which by now was a wet tangled mess, I made her look up at me as I forced my dick into her mouth. She tried to fight it and attempted to pull away but my grip was too strong and I could do to her as I liked. Pushing against the back of her throat, my cock made Tash gag as I forced myself deeper. The cameras captured the pleading look of helplessness in her eyes perfectly when I managed to go balls deep and caused her gag reflex to be repeatedly triggered.

I held her there and enjoyed myself as Tash's mouth gifted me pleasure at her expense. Amanda applied the heel of her boot to Tash's foot so I could experience the humming sensation of her throat as she screamed. She then saw that water was leaking out of the fuckpet's ass as she overflowed. A quick yank on the plastic tubing pulled the bulb out of the poor girl's asshole and let some of the water escape before it closed off again. Amanda placed a bucket under her before I finally pulled out of her mouth and let her breathe.

Opening a can of dog food into a silver dog bowl out of the shot, I watch as the enema fired out of her and collected in the bucket. Her face turned back to the shade of bright red that it had been a moment ago as I was choking her, this time due to humiliation. We were tempted to pour the dirty enema water on her or make her drink it but we had only just cleaned her in preparation for a gangbang so we decided to just throw it out later. I place the bowl in front of her, just beyond her reach once we lowered her to a position that allowed for better access.

Tash temporary forgot that she was being filmed and let hunger overcome her. She tried to reach it and even struck out her tongue, starvation must have been affecting her worse than I thought as we hadn't fed her anything since we captured her. She of course wasn't going to get her meal just yet.

I moved behind her and groped her bubbly ass and spread it to expose its opening. I could see fresh tears flow as I forced my cock in and was amazed at how tight her asshole was. She tried to resist by tightening herself which only hurt her more and provided me with more pleasure. I raised my hand and slammed it down a few times to spank her ass red as I fucked her. She was so tight that it took a while before I could start pounding with pace but eventually I made Tash scream as I violated her. Watching Amanda twisting the cunt's nipples and slapping her hard in the face made me fuck her even harder so I could do my part in bringing her misery.

Eventually I lost control of myself and I pulled out of her before rushing to her bowl and ejaculating into her food. Tash stared exhausted and on the brink of how much she could take. As if having to eat dog food wasn't degrading enough, now a thick coating of cum belonging to the monster who just ravished her covered the smelly gruel.

Amanda came over to me and give my cock a lick before taking it in her mouth and sucking out any remaining cum. She then spat it out into Tash's bowl and gave me a final lick and kiss on the tip. This wasn't asked of her as I knew she didn't like putting on performances like this on camera but she perhaps was feeling a little jealous and didn't like the fact that I fucked that bitch. We weren't sleeping together but there was that spark between us. I didn't know how it was possible but I had a feeling that Amanda was going to be even crueler to Tash the next chance she got.

The two of us then took over filming duties as the rest of the crew gathered around the star. They unzipped their pants and allowed her to see how hard they were. Making sure their was no doubt in her mind of what they were going to do to her, they surrounded her and picked their favourite of her fuck holes.

I wasn't the best camera man. My breathing was a little too heavy but that was understandable considering I just fucked like a pro. Amanda was half decent and between us, we managed to film the scene as everyone enjoyed themselves. Everyone except for Tash of course who was being raped in every way possible. Missionary, double penetration, triple penetration, skull fucked and everything else we could think of.

Her hair was pulled, her ass spanked red. Those tits of her were mashed between rough hands and covered in bite marks. Bruises marked every inch of her body as she was slapped and punch to enhance the experience. As soon as someone pulled out of her, another started his turn. Her screaming got me hard again and I helped myself to another round of ass fucking her. Even Amanda put on a large strap on and joined in the fun to not be left out.

We lost track of how long we've been fucking her. By the end, she was a whimpering mess and her dog bowl was filled with our cum. Some of us then emptied our bladders into the mixture just to add to the flavour of Tash's reward for being such a good whore.

Unlocking her cuffs and removing her gag, we watched her struggle to crawl to her meal. There she was just about to pick up a scoop with her hand. I yanked her up by her hair and delivered a hard slap. She was crying so much and the look on her face when she opened her mouth expecting me to use her mouth again was priceless. I dished out another slap to her for being such a slut. I then slapped her again just for the fun of it.

"If you use your hands, we break them. Do you understand?"

She nodded in submission and dropped back down to all fours. She took her first mouthful and gagged for the hundredth time today. It was the worst tasting thing she had ever eaten. It would have been more humane of us if we made her eat dirt. To make things even worse I picked up her bowl and emptied its contents to the ground.

"A dog bowl is too good for you Tash. Tell the viewers what a useless whore you are."

"I'm a useless whore."

Her voice was weak and she only said it to avoid further punishment.

"Tell them you're a worthless bitch who can't wait for what we're going to do to you tomorrow."

"Oh god there's more? I'm a worthless bitch who can't wait for what they're going to do to me tomorrow."

We let her finish eating before dragging her to a chain attached to a wall and locking it to her collar. Beaten and well fucked, she looked like a corpse as she sobbed in the corner. We kicked her bowl over to her and filled it with water from a bottle and even gave her a blanket before leaving her. In the silence of her dungeon hell, she begged tomorrow to never come.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on August 22, 2016, 08:42:52 PM
Not entirely sure what to do to her next. Any suggestions?
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on August 23, 2016, 12:59:52 PM
I don't know what limits you have, but, since she's already eaten dog food, turning Tash into a human toilet, could be fun, and sadistic.  Also body modification (ie tattoos, piercings, and for the most sadistic, amputations) is fun to.  Sleep deprivation is always a classic.  Hope that gives you some inspiration cause I'm loving this so far, and i want to see it continue, for a little while anyway.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on August 27, 2016, 04:13:20 AM
Day 7

Tash felt every inch of her body ache, there was no part of her that her captors hadn't targeted for abuse. Raped and beaten everyday for a week now to entertain the sick monsters who got off on her suffering and were demanding even more.

On day four, she had been introduced to the bullwhip. Her back was now a welt covered mess that stung with each breath she took. They had whipped her until she bled and rubbed salt into her gashes to make her dance. Day five was just as bad. Waterboarding while getting gang fucked. They had enjoyed taking turns with her as she choked and thrashed for air. Then there was day six. A quick lesson of how much the cattle-prod hurts as she was repeatedly shocked while she curled up on the ground and begged them to stop. Her legs were then spread and a taser was fired at her cunt so they could film her muscle spasms. She had to remove the prongs herself which was especially difficult as she couldn't stop shaking. Seeing her pussy lips stretching as she pulled the metal hooks out from her skin was indescribably cruel.

Tash covered her head with her hands and tried to be strong as fresh tears rolled from her eyes. She had just tried unsuccessfully once again to pull one of the toothpicks struck underneath her toenails out. By her face on the ground was a pile of the small blood strained splinters that she had managed to pull out. Each had been agonising to remove as her dry blood fought against her but they were nothing compared to the main shards of wood that remained lodged in place.

She closed her eyes and tried to get some more sleep that would give her a small amount of respite from the pain. Even then, nightmares of what had been done to her and what was going to be done tormented her.

Close to drifting off, a bang on the hatch entrance of her cell woke her and she cried at the thought of further torture. Waiting and bracing herself was the only thing she did when she wasn't paralysed by pain. Once again no one came and she attempted to reassure herself that it was just a barn animal above her. It allowed her to build a sense of safety for herself. Maybe they were going to leave her alone, just for one day.

Before she could finish her thought, she heard another bang and the hatch opened for today's session of filming. Tash backed up to the wall and hugged the thin blanket she had been given, she was trying to find comfort from anywhere she could. That blanket was the only thing she had interacted with that didn't hurt her since we grabbed her out of her apartment. We of course decided to take it away from her much to her distress.

We hosed her down and threw a bar of soap at her and told her to clean herself. We then dried her and Amanda applied some makeup to her. She did a great job and when she was finished, Tash looked like the pampered cunt she was a week ago. Well except for the welts, bruises and other signs of torture which covered her body.

We were planning on filming some sort of fan interaction scene with Tash so our viewers could feel more involved in abusing her. If she refused to do anything, we would just go back to hurting her. I unlocked the chain from her collar and dragged her into the shot of the cameras that were now filming.

"Hello and welcome to day 7 of slut torture entertainment's special anni..."

Before I could finish, Tash got to her feet and rushed for the exit in a desperate attempt to escape. She took three steps and then fell clutching her feet.

"You stupid cunt!"

We all gathered around her and started kicking and stomping. Aiming for her gut, tits and feet, we made sure Tash regretted her decision.

"Please please stop. I'm sorry."

She looked at me pleading for mercy. I decided to have a little bit of fun toying with her.

"Do you not like being here Tash?"

I of course knew she didn't but it was amusing to me to see her struggling to figure out if telling me the truth would get her more pain. In the end, she looked away from me and shook her head no.

"Aw that's a shame because we love having you here. We have so much planned for you but if you really want to leave, that's up to you."

My words took her by surprise and the dumb bitch even gave me a smile.

"There's just one thing you have to do and we'll let you go. I want something to remember you by so pull out one of your finger nails for me."

I took out a set of pliers and handed it to her. Tash took a moment to think about this and I was amazed that she decided to trust me. She placed her left thumb nail between the pliers and closed her eyes before starting to pull.

"Aahh no I can't do it. Please I'm begging you, I'll do anything else."

That was a piss poor choice of words to say to a group of sadists but we never had any intention of letting her go.

"Of course you can Tash, you really need to have more belief in yourself. Let me help you."

I grabbed her hand and pulled her thumb nail out as she struggled and fought against me.

"No no don't do this. Please don't. Oh god no. AARRGH AAAHH."

She was crying uncontrollably and she thrashed about on the ground as her nail was ripped from her thumb. The cuticle was thorn from the the fold and bed of skin underneath opened up and leaked with blood. She grasped her hand while coughing and turned away from the cameras. Amanda quickly pulled Tash by her hair and held her there so the expression of agony that was painted on her face could be enjoyed.

"Seeing as how I had to help you pull your nail out, I guess you don't really want to leave. Here I want you to look into the camera and read out the messages your loving fans have written about you."

I handed her a stack of papers and watched as she held them in her good hand. She pulled the saddest face and dropped her head sobbing as she read the first letter to herself.

"What a hot whore. You guys are going too easy on her, torture the bitch 24/7."

She turned to the next message and saw that it was just as vicious.

"I bet that cunt loves it. Did you hear how she was moaning like a whore when you fucked her. Cut her clit off, she doesn't deserve to feel pleasure."

Tash couldn't believe the level of abuse being aimed at her by these sick bastards watching her. Didn't they have any human empathy? They knew what was happening to her and instead of calling the police in an attempt to help her, they were enjoying every second of her suffering.

"I want to see her as a human toilet. You should've drowned her in piss when you were water boarding her."

Tash turned to the next page and the messages for her were as deprived as they could be.

"Chop her arm off and make her eat it."

I wondered how long we would have to starve her to get her to do that. A week, maybe more.

"What animals do you have on the farm? I bet Tash would love to fuck them."

"Have you cut out one of her kidneys and her liver yet? Sell them and help save lives. I'm just kidding, I want to see her sliced open without anesthetiser."

She looked at us trying to work out if we really would do these things to her. She looked away knowing that to us, nothing was off the table.

"How much for her tits? Name your price and I'll pay for having them ripped off and mailed to me."

"Why haven't you stuffed razor wire down her cunt yet?"

She turned to the last page and saw a message from us to the viewers. Saying it out loud nearly damn right killed her.

"Thank you so much for writing to me. I loved reading about all the things you want to do to me."

The next bit was especially hard for her to say.

"You're all to generous to a stupid worthless whore like me. Stray safe and tune in tomorrow for another fun session of watching me get tortured."

And with that, we stopped filming. Tash looked so defeated that we probably didn't need to chain her up again but we did so as a precaution. The dumb slut cried all night as we set up a laptop to play out the new fan mail she received and looped the old messages so she could memorised their wishes and affection.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on August 27, 2016, 11:59:06 AM
Glad to see you took some inspiration from my twisted fucked up mind.  Waiting with bated breath to see where you go from here. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 02, 2016, 06:20:13 AM
Day 11

A flash snow storm had cut off all the power at our farm as well as the nearest town to us which meant that we couldn't post updates for a couple of days. It was a real shame as well because we had filmed some of our hottest scenes yet with Tash during the time we were cut off from the sickos and freaks of the dark net.

To celebrate her surviving a week with us, we had given her a bucket of pig slop to eat and even lit a few candles so we could pour some hot wax over her. Actually considering how none of us could find any candles left to light during the storm, it might have been more than a couple that we poured on her.

The next day we found her curled up and freezing on the ground. All she wanted was that old blanket we had given her last week back so she could warm herself just a little bit. The viewers who would watch the footage later when we upload it will just love hearing the way she begged. We instead decided to warm her up by flogging the cooled wax off her body before giving her a nice hard fucking. Amanda somehow managed to stretch her hand into Tash's cunt and fisted the teen into cumming for our amusement.

Yesterday we were expecting the power to be back already but instead the boiler broke and by the time those among us who were better at fixing things than breaking them managed to mend it, we were all in a foul mood. Of course we took out our frustrations out on Tash who we beat with a heavy wooden paddle. Depending on whether you found massive bruises attractive, her perfect ass either didn't look so perfect anymore or it looked better than ever spanked to the point that her skin had started to break. Her tits had also been smashed and had swollen up in a way that if it were not for the brutal reddening and purple blemishes, we would have thought she'd gone up a cup.

Now as we made our way through the snow to the barn, we were feeling bad for not being able to post anything and knew that we wanted to do something special to make up for it. Seeing as how Tash was regaining the ability to walk again, we came up with something that we could do with her before branding her again.

She was on the ground as always, hugging her tits that had marked beautifully. Her living conditions were getting worse as the dungeon stunk from her own waste. We probably should have given her a bucket but it was funny watching her crawl to one side of the room, as far as the chain around her neck would allow and then relieve herself like a barn animal. I wanted to rub her face into it but we couldn't really hose her down at the moment and there was alot of cum covering her. Because of how cold it had gotten, we had spent the last few days watching over her to make sure she didn't prematurely expire. Of course seeing as how we were taking such good care of her, it only seemed fitting that Tash return the favour and have her fuck holes give us some entertainment to pass the time. She received a lot of fucks the first few days but right now with cum plastered all over her face and leaking out of her sore holes, I didn't really want to touch her, never mind fuck her.

I think she knew how disgusting she was right now too and weeped as she acknowledged the camera filming her disgrace. Small clouds of stream formed as her breath met the cold winter air. Seeing Tash like this made Amanda smile and she started the introduction, knowing how much she was going to enjoy what we had planned.

"Welcome to day 11 of sluts torture entertainment's special series starring our dumb little fuckpet Tash. She would like to apologise for us not being able to put up any updates over the past few days by taking one of the harshest punishments we came up over the years."

I mean while was busy helping the crew set up a series of heaters around the dungeon so our pain toy wouldn't die of pneumonia. To Tash, it came as a shock to see us setting up something that would make it easier for her. Despite everything we've done to her, she still thought that we were capable of being nice to her. I showed her the blanket that she had been asking for and I think that she almost cried of happiness.

"T...tha...thank you."

It was genuine gratitude and she was even smiling. She must have been so cold for the idea of warmth to be such a welcoming desire. Too bad this was the opposite of what we were going to do to her. Seeing us turn up the heat and feeling it radiate on her skin, Tash continued to thank us. Hopefully the heaters would prevent her from freezing to death but we were still taking the risk.

"Hold still."

She obeyed my command at first but then nervously cowered away when she saw the needle and ring piercing in my hand. Amanda helped hold her still as I drove the needle through the columella of her nose in between her nostrils which several of our viewers thought were too big. Having a large silver ring threaded through her nose like a cow improved her looks in my opinion.

Blood was dripping from her piercing which I guess meant that I didn't do the best of jobs. I wasn't to disappointed though as the ring sat in the middle of her nostrils and Tash screamed out as I gave her new jewellery a tug. A slap and kick to her gut told her to shut up.

We then tied a thin length of rope to the ring which Amanda took hold of and played with at Tash's expense. I handcuffed her and then locked cuffs to her ankles that had a short chain in between them. They would allow her to walk without too much difficulty but prevented her from running. Releasing her from the wall, a leash replaced the chain that attached to the collar around her neck and Tash was finally ready for her walk. Perhaps being a little too generous, we allowed her to crawl up the stairs into the barn.

It was the first time we had let Tash out of our dungeon of horrors and up here she was greeted by our cattle. Fine animals that were well fed, milked daily and looked after with care and dignity. Crawling besides these beasts, I wondered how Tash felt knowing we were treating her worse than the way we treated animals. Of course the film crew weren't trilled having to dodge the cows as they tried to film Tash's misery. Eventually they gave up and decided to just cut this scene.

Once outside, we made Tash stand and watched agony etched on her face as she took her first step into the icy outdoors. Snow crunched under her feet compacting into ice which was so cold that it felt like fire. The wind blew at her exposed body and sent chills up and down her spine as winter punished her with its merciless embrace. She was shivering in jerky movements and her mind was threatening to shut down due to the cold. Falling to her knees every now and again, her begging became more and more desperate.

"Please I'm going to freeze to death. Please let me back inside. You can fuck me, whip me, beat me. Whatever you want. Please just take me back inside."

Even her tears felt cold to Tash as we forced her back on her feet by pulling on her leash and nose ring. We led her to the middle of the field were I investigated under the snow to make sure we were at the right spot. The snow froze my hand and was about to curse that I hadn't thought to wear gloves when I saw Tash and realised I really had nothing to complain about. We took a couple steps back and tied a thick rope around Tash's ankle. We then told to walk forward.

"But...but I don't understand why are you making me do this?"

A crack of the bullwhip on her ass told her to shut up and obey. As she cautiously inched forward, we made sure we all had a good grip on the rope and prepared to tug on it. For Tash, this was another example of the paralysing fear that she continuously felt around us. She had no idea how limitless our cruelty could be. The question of why we were making her walk here kept repeating itself in her head then the ice broke beneath her and she got her answer. Falling into the freezing pond, the cold attacked her like a swarm of piranhas. It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing into her flesh and a pack of wild dogs were gnawing on her bones. She begged god to let her die as the seconds felt like hours.

When pulling her out, a bunch of us slipped on the snow and Tash got dumped back in before we managed to fish her out again. Screaming like a dying animal, her lips were blue and her skin was wet and ice cold. We quickly dried her with towels before dragging her back into the barn as she yelled out wildly.

Inside we let the heaters do their thing and wrapped her blanket around her. She was staring out to nothingness with her eyes opened wide and her teeth clattered against each other. Unfortunately for her, she would survive. There was a lot more pain installed for Tash and a lot more fun for us.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 02, 2016, 12:50:00 PM
Check every couple of days to see if you've updated.  I love this story.  Can't wait to see how Tash is tortured next time.  Again, good...no, great job.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: shadowwarrior16 on September 03, 2016, 02:39:31 PM
U sick twisted fuck pz keep on writing I am loving every second of this you have a great idea plz continue and excuse me for calling you a twisted fuck I just thought that wound make a nice entrance
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 03, 2016, 07:35:54 PM
U sick twisted fuck pz keep on writing I am loving every second of this you have a great idea plz continue and excuse me for calling you a twisted fuck I just thought that wound make a nice entrance

Aww thanks

Check every couple of days to see if you've updated.  I love this story.  Can't wait to see how Tash is tortured next time.  Again, good...no, great job.

Thank you for the feedback. Hearing back from readers and knowing that theyre enjoying my writing really helps.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: vile8r on September 03, 2016, 08:19:44 PM
WOW this is something else!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 06, 2016, 09:18:44 PM
Day 12

Tash hugged the blanket tightly around her as she slowly woke. It was the first time since they had kidnapped that she had managed to get any real rest. She enjoyed the heaters radiating heat and allowed them to keep her battered body warm. Despite the fact that she was chained to the wall by a dog collar she couldn't remove and that she still couldn't feel several of her toes, right now Tash was in relative comfort. It felt nice, peaceful even.

She turned to her dog bowl and saw that it had been refilled for her to drink. Feeling her how dry her throat was from screaming and that she was thirsty, she crawled to her bowl and smelled the contents. It was aromatic with the smell of stale urine. They had pissed into her bowl again knowing that eventually, she would have no choice but to take a drink. It was either their piss from the bowl or her own off the ground.

Tash backed away trying to hold back tears. The peaceful sanctuary she had made for herself had been shattered. Stolen away from her reach. She wondered how long they were going to keep torturing her before they or their viewers got bored of hurting her. Was anyone even looking for her? Just then the hatch opened and she whimpered knowing what was coming next. Instead, there was only visitor who came down to her dungeon today. No cameras and no tools of suffering in his hand. It was the man who co-hosted the show.

I walked towards Tash and enjoyed her fear. It made me smile before my lips turned into a sad frown. I couldn't look at her like this, seeing her suffering this much disgusted me. The things I had done to her made me sick just thinking of them. I approached her and felt her face. She flinched to my touch and cried wondering how I was going to hurt her. I took my hand away and used it to wipe away tears from my own eyes. Tears of shame.

"I'm so sorry Tash. I never meant for this. It was meant to be one or two scenes and then we were going to let you go but Amanda just wanted to punish you. The torturing you everyday thing was her idea. I guess she's unhappy because...because of how I feel about you."

"You...you like me?"

I placed my hand towards her again and this time she leaned into me and rested her head in my arms. A little smile formed on her sweet angelic face that was marked with my handprint. God I was a monster, what's wrong with me? Tash saw I was upset and pulled me closer to her. Her left thumb was missing its nail due to me pulling it out and her tits were covered with bruises that I had helped create but none of that seemed to matter to her. She was so strong, so brave. How she managed to find it in her heart to forgive me was a mystery I would never solve.

"But I thought you liked Amanda, that's why you hurt me right? Because that's what she wanted you to do."

I pulled her closer and kissed her cut lips to stop her talking. The thoughts racing inside her head were only tormenting her more so I tried to get her thinking of something else. She felt my tongue explore her mouth, the oriface which I had skull fucked countless times before. When I pulled away from her, I was out of breath. My breath had been stolen the minute I saw her.

"Nobody's going to hurt you ever again."

She smiled at me and kept smiling as I spread her legs open. Tash felt me entering her and responded with a soft moan. Then she woke up and felt reality slap her in the face. She felt me slap her in the face.

"Wake up slut. It's no fun when you're passed out."

She was kneeling down in front of a wooden support beam which she was tried to with barbed wire. The metal barbs were sharp and pressed themselves across various parts of her body. Wrapped around her chest just above and below her breasts, her wrists, tighs and calfs to produce a sight that could have belonged to a horror movie. Little droplets of blood fell down like raindrops as she tried her best to keep still. I turned the sybian between her legs back on and keeping still became an impossible task.

Unfortunately, the wires was only making her cry and she would only let out the odd whimper. It was far from the screaming and pleading for mercy that we were expecting. Luckily the bullwhip and cane easily solved that problem. Her tits were bleeding from me and Amanda taking turns to strike her. I saw Amanda smile as she slammed the cane down on Tash's tits once again. The cunt screamed and the barbs punished her further as they dug into her when pain.

She stared up at me and begged me to help her. To save her. It made me uncomfortable so I lashed the whip to make her stop. It striked her right across her nipples. I then swung again and my aim allowed me to catch her right on her exposed clit. Tash's eyes widened and she started to choke as pain flooded her every thought. Her whole world was anguish as I continued to whip her.

Amanda twisted Tash's nose ring, playing with it as the sex machine buzzing away inside of our punch bag and forced another orgasm out of her. She was done for the day. We could all see that. Pushed beyond her breaking point several times over. We turned off the cameras and then the sybian. Using cable cutters, we removed her bounds and let her twitch and cry on the ground. Her own juices dripped down her thighs and her cunt was swollen from hours of stimulation. We rubbed some alcohol into her wounds as disinfectant and added to her suffering.

She was then hosed her down and tin of dog food was emptied onto the ground for her to eat. She ate in silence as we reviewed the footage. We turned up the volume on the cameras to max to hear every scream and beg. All the while, Tash kept staring at me. I smiled at her thinking of what else we could do. To my surprise, just for a split second in between her sobs, I could have sworn that she smiled back.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 06, 2016, 10:29:15 PM
Another amazing chapter.  Love it more with every chapter.  I was a little confused at the beginning of this chapter, but it turns out it was a dream.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: shadowwarrior16 on September 06, 2016, 11:30:21 PM
Like it strange beginning.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 07, 2016, 10:52:54 PM
Are you going to do any of the disgusting stuff in her 'fan mail'?  I hope so. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 11, 2016, 06:20:39 AM
Are you going to do any of the disgusting stuff in her 'fan mail'?  I hope so. 

I'll do a human toilet chapter but I won't do any of the other stuff unless I decide to kill her off as it would realistically result in death. I think that's why you don't see alot of that kind of thing outside of snuff stories. I'm not into beastiality but the next chapter involves petplay so its sort of similar. Planning to make it last at least a month in story time and will decide what to do with Tash when I reach around day 31.

Hope you enjoy the next chapter.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 11, 2016, 06:27:02 AM
Day 14

Two weeks. Two long anguishing weeks of torture and abuse. Tash couldn't believe that it had been two weeks since they kidnapped her and forced her to star in their films. She lost count of how many times she'd been raped and beaten. The past fortnight replayed itself in flashbacks that highlighted the hell she had been living. It all came to her in a blur of pain. Slut torture entertainment, what kind of sadistic fuckers could come up with something as fucked up as that?

The answer was the sadistic fuckers that owned her. Owned her? That was an interesting way to put it, the way she was starting to see herself as their property. The person she used to be would have cried at such a thought. Now her tears were saved for when she really needed them. The idea that she had been degraded and humiliated so much that she felt worthless would have upset her. She wasn't that person anymore. She wasn't even a person anymore, just a thing to be hurt and used. Those bastards had taken everything from her. No not all them were bad, that man was nicer to her than the others. I voice in her head pointed out how ridiculous that idea was, that man was just as cruel as the others, if not more so. Another voice whispered that he was kinder than Amanda. Well yeah, said her conscious, there's no one meaner than that bitch.

"Oh god no. This must be what going insane feels like."

Tash suddenly realised that she spoke that last sentence out loud and found herself more scared than ever. She almost wished someone would come down to fuck her or that they would film the next scene just so she wouldn't be alone.

Her tongue picked up the taste of blood again. The metallic rusty taste strayed inside her mouth no matter how many times she tried to spit it out. She had lost a tooth yesterday. Punched out by one of the film crew who felt that she wasn't grinding her hips enough for him. A gang rape in the morning to make sure her day was miserable from start to finish. Cumming into her eyes seemed to be the newest trend for the group. One asshole does it and they all want a try. Not him though, no he came inside her mouth as always because he liked feeding her his cum so wouldn't go hungry. No that wasn't right, she was starving and he only did that to watch her struggle to swallow.

After they finished fucking her, they made her exercise nude and covered in their cum. Squats until her legs became jelly, crunches with the cattle prod as motivation. They made her hold a plank while giving her a brutal back whipping, every time she dropped down, they would switch to the cane and punish her ass for a little bit. Jumping jacks to watch her bruised tits bounce up and down and to cause even more pain to her feet which hurt her to walk never mind jump. Lastly they mind her do the splits with a dildo positioned beneath her cunt, when she couldn't get all the way down, they helped force her. Tash's legs were burning with ache now indicating that muscles must have been pulled but she was just glad that nothing had popped out.

Seeing her work out and watching her body sweat must have turned them on as they proceeded to have another session of raping Tash for fun. They added a little twist this time just to mix things up, ass and mouth only. A stapler was used to seal her cunt before they ravaged her.

Her hands moved down her body where she carefully removed the last staple that had been clamped through her pussy lips. She breathed in short pants as she dislodged it and cried out as she felt the wound sting. Ever so gently, Tash slowly rubbed her clit. Her fingers moved in a smoothing circle as she tried to pleasure herself. She just needed a small source of release, a little bit of joy to remind her what happiness felt like.

Of course pain accompanied her pleasure. Her fingers caressed over several red welts where her clit had been strike directly and her cunt was sore and swollen from it being forcefully used. While fingering herself, she felt a tear that stung as she continued trying to make herself cum.

I listened to her moan as I waited above her in the barn. While waiting for one last cameraman to go find a tripod, I put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it so I could take a drag. The filming crew turned to me looking somewhat disappointed. They then shrugged and continued their discussions except for Amanda who walked over to me.

"I thought you quit. You know how bad that is for you."

"Yeah I know. How do you feel about the scene. I know it's not really what turns you on but it should still be hot."

"Yeah it should be. Listen, do you want to get some..."

She was cut off by the cameraman returning and everyone shuffling to go down the hatch and decided to wait until they were alone to continue their conversation.

Tash panicked as we entered the dungeon. She quickly pulled her hand away just she was finally on the blink of cumming. We quickly set up the cameras and started filming.

"Hello and welcome to day 14 of slut torture entertainment's anniversary marathon...Tash, why don't you tell the people at home what we caught you doing just now."

She remained silent and looked away from the cameras in embarrassment. Amanda pulled on the cunt's nose ring and forced her to look into the cameras.

"The dumb whore was pleasuring herself without our permission. You would've thought that getting gang banged every day would be enough for her but Tash is one of the biggest sluts we have ever had on the show. We weren't planning on beating her today but I think she deserves to be punished."

"No please, I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me."

Amanda held Tash's hands behind her back as I approached her and then inserted my fingers into her cunt. Stimulating her, I was nothing like how gentle and careful she had been, instead I finger blasted her and caused her tortured cunt as much pain as pleasure. Despite this, her vaginal walls tightened as she was about to cum once more. I slapped her hard and choked her to deny Tash her orgasm. Waiting a while for her stop coughing, I started fingering her again and forced her to the edge again. This time I twisted her nipples and yanked on them to treat her to pain all over again. I then brought her to the point of orgasm again for a third time and enjoyed seeing how desperate she now was.

"Please let me cum. Please let me cum!"

I allowed her to and she squirted everywhere. I rubbed her juices that covered my hand on her face and then made her suck my fingers clean. Tash was shaking as ecasty overwhelmed her. Amanda kept her still as I pushed the lit end of my cigarette into her clit and we listened to her scream.

Doing so caused my ashtray to blackout. We chucked a bucket of cold water on her to wake her up. Her hand went to her cunt where she felt her burnt clit and cried. We had unchained her from the wall and had attached a leash to her dog collar that I was now holding. Tash looked so cute like this, on all fours with tears dripping down her face. It was where she belonged.

"So Tash, should we punish you for being such a worthless slut?"

"Please don't. Please just give me one day where you don't beat me."

"If we don't hurt you, you have to do everything we say. Do you think that's fair?"

She was cautious whenever any of us said anything to her. Couldn't really blame her for that but it's not like she had an actual choice.

"Okay...okay I'll do what you want."

"Good girl. Today Tash you're going to be our dog. You're going to stray on your hands and knees and you're not going to speak, only bark. One bark for a yes and two barks for a no. Do you understand?"

Humiliation degraded Tash as we were striping her of what was left of her humanity. She responded with the cutest most pathetic sound she had ever made.

"Woof."

"Good dog. Now let's show off my pet for a bit."

I lead Tash by her leash and made her crawl by my feet. When she had her juicy ass perfectly aimed at the camera, I told her to preform her first trick.

"Wag your tail bitch."

She shook her ass for me from side to side but we felt like she wasn't being enthusiastic enough. Amanda had something just for this. A dog tail butt plug that was uncomfortably and unnecessary large. We had it specially made for Tash. The tail part was a perfect match to her light brown hair and it came with a remote control that could send painful electric shocks. Amanda didn't bother applying any lube and began forcing it in to Tash's ass dry. The bitch screamed as her asshole was stretched out. We of course made sure that the thing wasn't too big that it ruined her fuck hole, Tash's ass was a popular pastime for us.

Once it was in, it was extremely difficult for the wearer to remove due to the pain that it would cause. Anyone who wanted access to her hole of course could easily yank it out and stuff it back in but not without causing Tash significant discomfort. Amanda shocked her and Tash wagged her tail like a happy puppy.

I continued to lead her and told her to keep barking. Amanda was perhaps a little too trigger happy and shocked Tash again but it caused the desired result.

"Woof woof woof."

"Sit!"

It was a simple enough command and Tash obeyed looking up me. I was surprised that there was no hate in her eyes. Just sadness that was adorable and amusing.

"Roll over!"

It really wasn't the most graceful thing I've ever seen nor the hottest. Tash kind of tumbled over and flopped to her back and then to her hands and knees again. I decided to just move on.

"Paw!"

She lifted her hand and I squeezed it and then patted her on the head to humiliate her even more.

"Beg!"

Now that was hot. Tash lifted both her hands level with her breasts and then struck her tongue out and started panting like a bitch in heat. I told her to squat down so her pussy was visable and that she was completely exposed. It looked as if she was begging me to fuck her in every way possible and to torture her in every way I knew how to.

Everyone in the room was more than happy to oblige.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 11, 2016, 10:46:53 AM
Another stellar chapter.  Like a good wine, this story gets better with time, and was amazing when it started.  I like humiliation and degradation, this story has that in boatloads.  I LOVE this story!  BTW not ALL the things mentioned by her `fans`would be lethal.  But human toilet, probs my fave. ::):
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 12, 2016, 02:46:42 AM
Okay I'm going to do a little experiment to test out the polling system at this board. The idea is to see how voters a poll can get as the idea of a kind of interactive story where you guys pick the results would fit well in a story like this. Basically if theres not too many voters (only 1) then theres not too much point as and the idea is unlikely to work. It would also provide me with feedback to what you guys would prefer.

This poll is about which whipping scene idea is your favourite. Most popular is guaranteed and the second most popular could happen later. The other two might be mentioned as a past day event.

1) Water torture based whipping with Tash being suspended upside down and having her head dunked into a glass box filled with water while being whipped.

2) Wheel of pain where the two host will spin a game wheel to determine who many times they whip Tash and what they use to do it with.

3) Clothes pins/paper clips with them being placed all over her body and then whipped off one by one.

4) Playing a game of darts using Tash as the dart board, different parts of her body are assigned with a different number. The scores are added up to see how much she gets whipped.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 12, 2016, 12:22:37 PM
In the absence of an 'all of the above" I picked the 'wheel of pain'.  Had here been an all of the above, that would've been my pick.  I know whatever you do to Tash,  I'll love it.  This is quite possibly my favourite story on the board. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Tony V. on September 12, 2016, 12:32:32 PM
I would like to suggest the use of Binder Clips, as well as Paper Clips and Clothes Pins.....

Tony V.              :police:
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 14, 2016, 07:44:18 PM
Was kind of hoping for more votes but it was a fun little experiment. I'm going to leave it running for a bit longer than planned as the next chapter won't feature any of them. On a related note, does any one mind if I change the game wheel I was originally planning to use into a deck of cards instead, I tried to come up with some rules for the game and I think I've came up with something but it's really difficult to describe using a game wheel and theres only so many times I can make the wheel spinning around sound interesting without repeating myself. Sometimes using something simpler can make things smoother.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 14, 2016, 09:57:59 PM
Your story, your decision.  I've enjoyed everything you've done on this , so no problems here.  Actually, that sounds more interesting than the wheel.  Can't wait to see it. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 19, 2016, 05:27:24 AM
Day 15

Thrust after thrust like a piston, each caused his cock to brutalise her cunt. This brute was raping her like an animal and instead of screaming and trying to get away from him, Tash just laid there on her back and allowed him to ravish her. He increased his pace and she started to moan as a part of her managed to enjoy it. The man was too busy drilling her to notice meaning she didn't receive the usually face slaps or nipple twist that came her way whenever they thought that she wasn't in complete misery.

Her mind was split in two. Part of her wanted this man whose name she didn't know, who hurt her at every chance and was raping her to continue so she could for just a moment pretend that her life wasn't a living hell. The other part of her mind was in anguish as it dealt with the fact that an old fat monster who was old enough to be her grandfather was raping her.

The old man groaned as his body pressed against her's and made it difficult for her to breathe. Tash felt his cock throb and his seed leak out as he emptied his balls inside of her. He lay on top of her to rest before taking his cock out of her and slapping her hard on her left tit that was already covered in bruises. Hurting her unnecessarily after using her was their way to tell her that she had been a good fuck.

He positioned his cock near her mouth but pulled away when she tried to reach it. The bastard was going to make her beg for it.

"Please sir, may this useless cunt clean your mighty cock?"

Her face turned bright red and fresh tears fell down her face as she was forced to humiliate herself further. They weren't satisfied with just fucking and torturing her, they wanted to completely break her. Soon there wouldn't be anything left.

Tash wrapped her lips around the old man's cock and used her tongue to lick her own cunt juices off his shaft. Left over cum spilled into her mouth and caused her stomach to turn. Tasting the tool that had only seconds ago defiled her in the worst why possible was utterly revolting. He rubbed her spit that coated his rod over her face before adding his own. Tash laid back down to the ground as she tried to recover from yet another session of abuse.

Every part of her hurt, everything was sore and beaten. Her chest rose up and down in pained pants as she struggled to breathe. She was either having another panic attack or her broken ribs were worse than she had originally thought. Left alone in the darkness, Tash cried herself to sleep as the walls of her prison seemed to close in around her. It felt like she was suffocating.

Several hours passed before we decided to film that day. I opened the hatch and we went down the stairs to find Tash asleep on the floor. She was cum covered mess and her eyelids were shut tightly in restless sleep. I put on some waterproofs and then filled a bucket with water before adding a small concentration of beech. The man who had raped Tash earlier that day used a hose to spray intense cold water at her. She woke up in fright, shrieking as her skin turned to ice.

I slapped her hard and told her to shut up. Drinking late last night had left me with a hung over that was refusing to go away. As much as I normally loved hearing Tash scream, today I would've beat her senseless if she made another sound. She obeyed me like a good whore but her face showed how much I had hurt her. Those pretty blue eyes of her's that were pink from crying so much watered up again and her busted lips quivered in the saddest expression I had ever seen. She held still as I used a toilet brush to wash her with the mixture in the bucket. The bristles of the brush were as rough as ever and I was sparing no effort into making sure it hurt as much as possible but Tash took it in silence. She was doing what I had asked of her.

I smiled at her as I finished and she was hosed down to remove the soap bubbles from her body. Taking the bucket and brush, I picked them up from the ground and moved them out of the way. I then moved back and helped hold Tash still as Amanda applied some makeup to her. It took longer than I thought as Amanda expertly covered Tash's swollen lip and applied plenty of mascara so we could see some pretty black tears. We then pulled out her buttplug and made her take an enema to clean her out before sealing her again and giving her an electric shock using the remote control. It was amusing watching her yelp and squirm as we fried her asshole. We shocked her again for a cheap laugh.

I walked to the back as Amanda tied Tash's hair into pigtails and then pulled on her leash to make the cunt crawl. She flicked her blonde hair and then took off the trench coat she was wearing to reveal a black corset that hugged her figure and a pair of black lace underwear. She looked absolutely stunning and that cruel smile of her's was beautiful. The cameras started rolling and Amanda introduced the viewers, inviting them to join in in her.

"Hello and welcome to day 15 of slut torture entertainment presents, fun with Tash."

Fun? To Tash, that word resonated the loudest out of anything anyone had ever said to her. This was fun to them. It had been over two weeks since she had been abducted and hope of someone saving her was vanishing like a slow sunset. As the days inched by, her life was getting darker and darker. She had once thought that enduring bad experiences made people stronger, made them more brave and tougher. She was getting weaker, more broken as everything hurt worse and worse with every passing hour. Her own mind and body were turning against her.

"Today I'm going to make this stupid little cunt into my bitch."

Amanda pulled on Tash's nose ring to make her pet look her in the eye before slapping the girl back to the ground.

"You're going to obey my every command Tash and I promise I won't hurt you too much but if you disobey me in any way, I'll make you beg for death."

Using her knee high leather boots, she pushed Tash's face into the dirt and we filmed a close up of her with her teeth clenched and her eyes closed as she was reminded of her place.

"Lick my boots."

Tash looked up at her not understanding the command. Surely she didn't want her to use her tongue on her filthy boots. A sharp kick to her broken ribs told her differently as she cried out in agony. Quickly, she scrambled to Amanda and forced herself to place her face just a inch away from her boots. Tash then, with great difficulty swallowed what was left of her pride and struck her tongue out to clean Amanda's boots. I had been wondering why Amanda had paced herself around the barn and trod in the waste of the cattle inside. Now I knew why. Tash's nose wrinkled as she smelt and tasted what she was licking. Amanda guided her by pulling on her leash making her take long licks and got off every time she heard Tash gag.

She took her time degrading Tash with her boots and made her lick clean every part. Tash was then allowed to cover her face and cry. The humiliation had been too much for her. She hatred this woman and yet here she was, at her feet worshipping her as if she was some sort of goddess.

Amanda came back holding a riding crop and started to beat Tash with it using hard, wild swings. She shrieked and tried to crawl away from Amanda's vicious assault. She came crawling to me and hugged my leg with her arms begging me to help her. My cock got rock hard at the idea of her willingly running to me. I shrugged her off and let Amanda continue seemingly angrier than before.

With one especially nasty swung, the crop shattered in two. Tash screamed and thrashed on the ground. So much for going easy on her I thought but compared to what Amanda really wanted to do, this was light and merciful. If it were up to her, she would nail Tash's tits to a post and then whip her so hard that she frayed her.

I didn't know what happened to her to make her like this but she loved making girls like Tash suffer. She scared me a little bit when she was this but wow was it hot. She put on a strap on with an oversized rubber cock and then pinned Tash down. The look of horror on Tash's face as she felt it enter her was priceless. The pigtails her hair was tied in were perfect handles as Amanda punished her cunt. Cries became screams it felt like someone was lighting a fire in between her legs. She begged her to stop asking for just a tiny shred of human compassion. Nothing was given to her and her body slumped to the ground as she blacked out.

We ended filming as we had what we needed and cleaned Tash's mouth to make sure we could use it when ever we wanted a little stress relief and then left her unconscious on the ground. We didn't even need to chain her to the wall anymore, the idea of escaping was no longer in her mind. Hope had been beaten out her and the person she once was seemed like such a stranger to her. A young woman who was enjoying life, someone who always had a kind smile on her face and knew what love and laughter was. All of that had been beaten out of her.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 19, 2016, 08:08:59 AM
HOT.  Another amazing chapter.  I love Amanda's sadism. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on October 03, 2016, 03:42:48 PM
Is there more coming?  I absolutely love this story and I want to see more.  Easily one of the best stories on this, or any other site.  Okay bye!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on October 03, 2016, 05:31:20 PM
Almost finished the next chapter
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: darklord on October 03, 2016, 06:27:19 PM
Hands down the hottest, nastiest story I have ever read.  Loved ever bit of it.  Hot as hell.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on October 04, 2016, 12:36:00 PM
Day 19

Her eyes fluttered open as she woke from her haze only to be greeted by relentless pain once more. Her arms hurt being tied to the front legs of a chair for so long and her legs burnt from cane welts and cramp. Her nipples were stretched to their limits by clamps that felt like a wild animal was tearing into her flesh with sharp fangs. The cruel clamps made it impossible for her to pull away effectively forcing her to choke when the person sitting on the chair stuffed his cock down her throat. A metal hook inserted into her asshole was tied to her hair forcing her to look up at the person using her. They liked to see the desperation in her face as she struggled to breathe.

She heard noises coming from behind her and found out that she couldn't even turn her head around to see who was there. Tash listened to the voices and whimpered as she recognised Amanda. The sadistic blonde pulled on rope connecting the hook and Tash's hair together. Tash let out a cute moan and took deep short breathes, trying not to scream. Her hands balled up into fists and her toes curled at her feet. Amanda pulled ever slightly further and Tash yelped out in pain. Not satisfied, she pulled up higher attempting to lift Tash of the ground.

"No please stop it! Please you're hurting me!"

Laughter filled the room and Tash realised that she was being filmed again. I walked towards her and took a seat on the chair that she was bound to. Amanda let go and Tash landed in my lap. I made her smell my crotch and then ordered her to unzip my jeans with her teeth. She tried to do what I asked. She really did try.

"I'm sorry I can't. Please don't punish me."

Amanda didn't hesitate as she bent over to Tash's feet and pushed one of the toothpicks in between her toenails side to side. Dried blood was torn off from healing wounds and more skin was ripped apart from nail. I stuffed my cock down her throat as she screamed, her vocal cords provided a gentle humming sensation that felt like heaven. Her throat must have been so sore from how much we've used it. Holding the cunt down, her lungs demanded air to fuel the screams that were being tuned out of her. If Tash was a musical instrument, then Amanda was a fucking maestro at playing her.

"If I feel your teeth, I'll pull them out with a set of pliers."

Tash knew I would. She imagined how much it would hurt to have each tooth yanked out of her gums. What it would feel like to have nerves so close to her brain sending signals of agony. A car crash in her mouth and what sort of toothless freak she would be afterwards.

She started hyperventilating or at least trying to. It was the single greatest feeling of my life. I kept her down and watched her pretty blue eyes roll to the back of her head. Black tears dripped down her cheeks as her mascara turned her tears to a piece of abstract art. Her face was bright red and she struggled against her bounds in a desperate plea. Knowing I could easily choke her to death made me lose all self control and yelled out as I shot my load down her throat.

She coughed and gulped in air to her burning lungs. Her body shook as if we had connected her to a car battery again. She felt so sick. The type of ill where you just want to crawl up in bed and rest. Instead she was being tortured and filmed as entertainment.

Together me and Amanda toyed with her tits. The nipple clamps would by really biting hard now. We pulled them off and made Tash scream. They left beautiful marks which I felt in between my fingers. Grabbing hold, we twisted her firm flesh and enjoyed her torment. She was crying and we hadn't even began the game we had come up with. It was going to be a long long day for poor Tash.

We took out the hook in her ass and then undid her bounds freeing her for the first time in over 20 hours. She dropped to the ground and whelped. I called out to her like a dog and she looked at me we sad weary eyes. I beckoned her to crawl to me and laughed as she limped over.

She knelt at my feet, her own spit decorating her face. I made her open her mouth and poured some water for her to drink. Amanda emptied a tin of dog food into Tash's bowl and kicked it over to her. The gloo like substance stank and looked like raw sewage. By the look on Tash's face as she ate, raw sewage would have tasted ten times better. It must have gone off a long time ago.

"Listen cunt. We're going to play a fun little game with you after you've finished eating. You're going to pick a number between 2 and 12 and then we're going to take turns drawing a card from a deck of cards. Face cards count as 11s and aces count as 12s. If your number is bigger than the number on the card, then we'll whip you as many times as the number you picked. If the number you picked is smaller than the card, we'll double the card and whip you that amount."

She looked at us wondering if we were serious. Hadn't she gone through enough already?

"Doesn't that sound like fun Tash? You can't wait to play can you?"

It didn't make sense to her. Why did they enjoy hurting her so much. She would do anything they asked, they didn't need to hurt her anymore.

Rough hands took hold of her and chained her in between two wooden pillars by her hands and ankles. She felt another panic attack approaching as the world disoriented inside her head. Her vision became blurry and she needed to lie down. Instead she was told to pick a number.

"six..."

I held a deck of cards out in a fan and allowed Amanda to pick a card. Ladies first I said with a smile. Her hand moved across the cards and she took her time enjoying watching Tash trembling with fear. The camera showed the card to the audience, it was an eight. The whip cut through the air, it's venom more vicious than any serpent. Amanda held nothing back, she struck with full strength swings to punish Tash as harshly as possible.

"Please stop! Please I can't take it. You're hurting me so much."

Tash screamed out as the whip kissed her tender flesh once again. She was crying her eyes out in between screams and shook her head whilst begging us for mercy. Her pleas turned us on, especially Amanda who thoroughly enjoyed every moment of Tash's anguish. A final lash at her tits and Tash didn't stop screaming.

"God please stop! You're going to kill me!"

Her head was hung low as pain dictated her every thought. She could hardly stand and she coughed as her body rejected the abuse she was enduring. We all found the sight of her suffering to be highly amusing and she had to listen to us laughing at her.

"Don't worry you stupid whore. We're not going to let you die. Hurting you is too much fun and the films you've starred in have made us a small fortune. No Tash you've got years worth of sexual torture to look forward to."

Tash was in full hysterics as I told her what fate we had planned for her. Maybe she'll end up begging us to kill her. Perhaps she'll eventually learn to like it or we might just get bored of her and sell her to a brothel. With a weak shaking voice she picked another number.

"8...please don't whip me that hard."

Lady luck wasn't on her side. It hadn't been for a long time. I of course drew an ace. 24 strokes of the bullwhip for Tash to take and I made sure she didn't enjoy any of it. I think it hurt her even more knowing it was me that whipping her. She screamed until she she couldn't scream anymore. I lost count about half way through and ended up giving her a couple extra lashes but no one complained. Tash was on the edge of losing consciousness and her body was beautifully stripped with welts. She was made to pick another number and the game of pain continued.

Every member of the team took multiple turns to whip Tash who more often than not picked low numbers as the thought of being whipped again petrified her. She would pass out every now and again and sometimes we would give her a break, other times we would just keep going to record her unconscious body twitching under the whip. In the end the whip had cut deep and she looked like a bloody mess. There would definitely be at least a couple of scars to permanently remind her of her ordeal and she was shaking as badly as the time we dumped her into a frozen lake. The sound she kept making was like a siren's song to us, a sad groan followed by sharp breathes. She closed her eyes and the world turned to black.

Such pain was unknown, even in hell.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on October 04, 2016, 05:01:32 PM
Thank you, thank you for the update.  The card thing was cool.  Another amazing chapter.  Like I said, probably the best story ever on any site.  I love it.  Poor Tash.  Bravo on such an amazing story!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on October 06, 2016, 06:04:32 AM
Day 20

She was so pale and weak. Her body shook as each breath she took sent waves of agony racing across her from head to toe. Everything hurt so much. They must have whipped her for hours, there wasn't a part of her that they didn't punish. It had felt like she had been set on fire, a witch burning at the stake. Tash hugged her welt covered legs cradling herself as fresh tears rolled down her face. She was so tried from being unable to sleep as the nightmare that was her life haunted her dreams. Slowly she shut her eyes that were pink and puffy from how much she'd been crying since she was kidnapped and tortured. Why did it have to hurt so much?

She could smell perfume that was sented of roses and strawberries, in the background there was fresh cookies baking in the oven. The gentle hand of a woman wiped away her tears. Not Amanda again. Tash tried to get away from the monster but found herself to be too weak. It was like she was paralysed. She tried to struggle but she could hardly lift her arms. The woman hugged her and held her tight.

"It's okay Tash you're safe now."

Her voice so kind and warm. She unlocked her arms allowing Tash to look at her face and for the first time in ages, Tash felt loved. A mother's love.

"Mum...what are you doing here?"

"We're here for you silly."

She turned around and saw her dad standing there to protect her. She ran to them both and embraced them. Was it all finally over? She was crying again but this time it was tears of happiness that fell from her eyes. Tash just wanted to enjoy this moment, she wanted it to last forever. She then felt something on her thigh. Something hard that she had felt and been subjected to so often in the past weeks. She broke her hug and walked away from her parents. Looking down she saw her father's pre-cum shining on her thigh.

Tash looked at her parents again and realised that they were both totally nude. Before she could say anything her father raised his hand and slapped her in the face. She fell to the ground, her father's red handprint marked her face.

"Wow, it is fun to hurt you. Try it Maria."

Her mother rushed over to her and delivered a hard kick to her broken ribs. Tash yelled out in pain.

"You're right honey. Look at our daughter, isn't she so hot when she's writhing in agony on the ground?"

"We're so proud of you Tash. We always knew you'd end up in the sex industry but we thought you'd just end up as a prostitute begging men to fuck you. We never thought you'd become such a great pornstar."

She couldn't believe the words coming out of her dad's mouth. He was her hero and his words cut her deeper than any whip or cane could. Her mother chipped in to break Tash at the core.

"And not just a pornstar on amateur hour, a real star. All your friends and family loved watching your films. God knows how many times your father and I got off from hearing you scream and watching you cry. You're famous, your friends even invented a drinking game based on you. Every time you beg for mercy or pass out, they take a shot."

"No this can't be real."

She tried to scramble away but her dad grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the middle of the room. He pinned her down and then licked her face, tasting her tears. His tongue then made its way into her mouth, exploring her as if she was a common whore. She tried to fight against him but it was to no avail. He spread her legs open and then forced himself into her. Tash felt sick as his cock penetrated her cunt. Each thrust as her father built up his rhythm caused a moan of despair.

Her mother walked towards where she was lying on the ground. She grabbed her arms to hold her down before squatting onto her face. Her cunt was wet with anticipation as she sat down on her daughter's face.

"Lick you stupid slut!"

Tash's tongue pierced into her mother's cunt and her nose smelled her sex. She tasted her mother's juices and gagged.

"Faster little bitch!"

Her father groaned as he came inside her. She felt his cum spray and leak out of her. As he pulled out, a string of cum shot out to her stomach. He wasn't done yet. In the corner of her eye, Tash saw her father unhook that cruel bullwhip that had tortured her and positioned himself so he had a clear aim between her spread legs. Her mother kept telling her to lick harder and deeper. Tash closed her eyes as the whip swung in the air.

When she opened them, she was screaming as Amanda suffocated her by covering her mouth and nose with her wet cunt. She moaned as Tash brought her to the edge. I took aim at the most sensitive part of Tash's body and cracked the whip again. Her screams were muffled but still beautifully loud. I saw my cum leak out of her as I whipped her again, this time hitting her closed legs.

Amanda's moans turned into yells of ecstasy as she squirted into Tash's face. Her juices sprayed out and Tash coughed before taking deep long breathes. I cracked the whip in the air and she quickly limped away the corner of the room cowering. The poor girl was so scared. I cracked the whip again and she screamed out at just the sound.

Toying with her, I whipped the wall inches away from her face. She whimpered like a dog. She was my dog. She started crying her eyes out as she felt herself losing control of her bladder. Her face lit up in shame as we filmed her pissing herself in fear.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on October 06, 2016, 02:47:38 PM
Another amazing chapter.  I can't believe how much torture Tash is taking and how sadistic Amanda and the unnamed male (you) are.  Love it!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: shadowwarrior16 on October 06, 2016, 10:25:32 PM
i still can't get enough of this story plz keep it going
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on October 09, 2016, 09:52:53 AM
Day 22

The door of the toilet cubicle she had been trapped in for two days now opened once again and another drunk stranger staggered towards her. The drunk was shocked to see a pretty young girl wrapped around the toilet that he was planning on using. Tash obediently opened her mouth and allowed the man to stuff his cock down her throat before relieving his bladder. He groaned and a alcohol fuelled smile curved onto his face whilst Tash gagged as warm piss flowed down her throat to her stomach. All she wanted to do was throw up but she forced herself to hold back the bile that was threatening to hurl upwards. What kind of club was this? Why didn't anyone call the police and help her? As the man pulled out, Tash prayed to god for him to not need a shit.

He left her with tears building up in her eyes and the all too familiar taste of rancid urine on her tongue. She tried resting but it was impossible to get any sleep like this. The toilet she was tied to had its backrest removed which was where she came in. She was stuck between the tank and the bowl, her breast acting like cushions for people to sit on. Her arms were zip-tied to the seat and her feet were cuffed around the base as if she was hugging it. A pierced of rope pulled on the ponytail that her piss soaked hair was tied in to prevent her from moving away from the streams of piss that were fired at her. As uncomfortable as her bounds were and as much as the taste of human waste products were putrid, it was the smell that was really making her sick. There was just no getting use to the stench.

A camera in the corner of the cubicle recorded her misery and streamed it live to her fans. A sheet of paper struck to the wall told people to piss on her, shit on her and cum on her. A sentence at the bottom told them to beat her if she didn't beg for it. Her tormentors had even left a flogger hooked on the door but most of the people that had used her simply unbuckled their belts before slamming the thick leather down on her tits or soles.

Tash had been pissed on, shat on, made to drink whatever foul liquid produced and even had to lick clean the assholes of men who had just dumped their bowels whilst sitting on her breast. She had understandably thrown up several times to which a complaint would be placed and she would be severely punished. Heavy weights hung from her nipples by string. The weights were dripped beneath the water line and would swirl around each time the toilet was flushed. Some bastards would do so several times just to see her in pain.

How long were they going to leave her in here? Her door opened again and a man who had used her tongue as toilet paper earlier this night came through. He dragged a Latino girl with him. The girl looked so scared. He sat down on Tash's tits squishing them with his weight, he then pulled the young girl towards him and told her to fuck him. The girl spread her legs and impaled herself on to his large rod. She then preceded to fuck him as Tash wished for it to be over. The humiliation was too much. Not leaving her alone, the man came on Tash's face after a long hard fuck. He made the girl lick his cum off Tash and pissed on both of them as the girl licked away. When it was finally over, he dragged the poor girl off so he could have more fun with her some place else.

Tash was struck there for several more hours before me and Amanda payed a visit to the club. There we found the local pimp that ran the place who was having his toes sucked by a team of cheerleaders. A blonde, redhead and raven haired beauties worked to serve him while he held on to their leashes. He payed us for Tash's services and told us he would be interested to take her off our hands if we ever got bored of her. He would then rent her out charging a dollar for her pussy, five for her ass and her mouth would be free to make sure she would be heavily used. I said we would think about it before going to retrieve our pet.

The stall she was in was rank and was possibly the worst smelling place I had ever been in. We unbounded her and then hosed her down. Attaching her leash, it was important for her to feel owned again. She could hardly crawl as her body was suffering from cramp which turned her limbs to stone. Being paraded like an animal and being groped by strangers had caused her to cry when we had bought here. Now she just didn't care.

"Say goodbye to them and thank everyone for using you like a pisspot."

"Goodbye everyone. Thank you for using me like a pisspot."

Tears built up in her weary eyes once again as the patriots of the club laughed at her but she tried to be strong and held them from flowing.

"Tell them you loved drinking their piss and eating their shit."

"I loved drinking your piss and eating your shit."

More laughter that continued long after we left. A final vicious attack of degradation for Tash to endure and remember. We led her to the back where she threw up. A van then came and we drove off back to the farm. I looked over at Tash as we arrived who was staring blankly out at nothing.

"Home sweet home," I said and she broke down into tears.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on October 09, 2016, 02:08:58 PM
Loved it, loved it, loved it.  I'm going to be sorry to see this story end, but excited that you'll be doing a sequel. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on October 19, 2016, 07:54:45 AM
Day 23

I took a sip of my coffee and relaxed for a while enjoying my break. Amanda and the film crew were busy filming Tash as she improved her living conditions. We were letting her clean up dungeon we kept her in as a reward for being such a good slut. The smell and sight of her own waste was reminding her of her time serving as a human toilet at the club. The look of utter misery on her face made even us feel sorry for her.

A loud scream came from underground and the lights inside the barn flickered reminding me to check the wiring. The last thing we wanted was for a fuse to blow out. The lights flickered once again and Tash let out another tortured scream. It got my attention to the hidden hatch that led down to the dungeon where the screams were coming from. We didn't even bother locking it anymore, escaping wasn't a thought that entered my pet's mind. Freedom was a concept that was foreign and scary to her. Tash would simply wait obediently for us to come down to beat, fuck and do what ever we wanted to her. Of course we always make her beg for it first so she's reminded of her place and to get our blood pumping. There's nothing hotter than a girl begging you to hurt her while her eyes plead for mercy.

I finished my coffee and went to see how everyone was getting on. Tash was in the middle of the room trying to clean the filthy disgusting floor. A dirty rag was in her mouth between her teeth that she was using to mop the ground. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back and the feather duster I forced deep into her asshole was there more for decoration than anything else. She slowly knelt up from the ground to dip her face into the dirty water in the bucket we had given her to use. The murky water soaked her hair and spilled down her chest. Her breasts were squashed by two brushes that were tied together by rope as if it were some sort of bikini. She winched as they touched the ground, pain flooding her face telling us that the thumbtacks glued to the other side were digging into her as she swept the floor with her tits.

"How's she doing?" I asked Amanda.

"Being a lazy fucking slut like usual. I still think we should have made her lick the floor clean with her tongue rather than giving her that rag to use."

I smiled at her telling her that I had something planned. She smiled back before turning her attention back to motivating Tash. The cattle-prod in her hand buzzed once more in a low electric hum. Sparks lit up and frizzed at the thongs like fireworks and Tash whimpered knowing how much it hurt. She screamed once again and spasmed at Amanda's feet as a thunderstorm blazed inside her body.

"You know Tash, we got that thing specially for you. Do you like your new toy?"

It was so easy to make her cry. I loved seeing her as miserable as it was humanly possible.

"Shock her again."

"No don't please! It hurts so much! No AAAHH! AAARRGH!"

It took her another half hour to finish mopping the floor during which Amanda would mercilessly shock her with abandon. The prod left these pretty little burn marks that decorated Tash like love bites. Some of the guys were now holding her still while Amanda zapped Tash right on her clit over and over again.

"No please stop! Please not again!"

Bloodcurdling was the only way I could describe the sound Tash was making. Her body tried to throw up but there was nothing in her stomach to puke. She fell silent and her body went limp spoiling everyone's fun.

"Fried slut sure does smell nice."


A couple of hours later

Tash slowly opened her eyes and looked up it the ceiling. Suddenly something stung her eyes and she turned her head away to avoid the stream of warm piss from landing on her face. The cattle-prod zapped her on the clit again forcing Tash to open her mouth and drink. She coughed as she swallowed gagging on my piss.

The cunt then tried to see what we were doing to her. She saw her legs spread open with bondage cuffs bound to her ankles. A wrench pulled the chains attached to her cuffs upwards. Tash panicked as she was suspended upside down by her ankles, tears filled her sad blue eyes knowing that she was in for more pain.

"Please I'm begging you, no more torture. Please I can't take anymore."

Laughter at her pleas surrounded her as we circled our pet like hungry wolves. We were all so addicted to hurting her that I didn't think we could stop, even if we wanted to.

"Why don't you understand how much it hurts?"

Oh we understood, that's why we did it so much. Of course we didn't really need to do it, Tash would probably eat her own shit if we told her to but hurting her was two thirds of the fun.

We dragged a heavy glass box underneath her and then emptied the dirty water she had used to mop clean the dungeon floor. The box filled just above the half way mark and I then opened up a bag of ice cubes making sure that Tash saw what I was doing. I grabbed a couple cubes and rubbed them on her breasts. She grasped as the ice started to melt on her body. There were little holes poked into her tits by the pins that lined the underside of the brushes that we had made her use to sweep the floor. I made sure to rub the ice there and across her nipples that had been biten and pinch a million times. The cold didn't soothe her, it just reminded her of the time they had drunked her into that frozen lake.

I stuffed the cubes in my hand into her cunt and watch as the frost caused her to shriek. The ice felt like it was burning her there and the room she was in narrowed and darkened. The rest of the ice was emptied into the glass box along with the murky cleaning water. Tash looked at the ice box that awaited her and knew what we were planning. She saw each of us grab a whip and realised that it was much worse.

"Every time we let you breathe Tash, I want you to tell me the story of how you lost your virginity."

Was hurting her not enough? Did they really need to humiliate me like this as well? This was so degrading for Tash as she was about to be forced to share one of the most private and precious memories of her life with a whole community of sickos who ravelled in her suffering. She didn't have much time to think as her head was quickly lowered into the box.

Tash held her breath but the sheer cold slapped her and smothered away her air. We let her struggle for a bit enjoying the show before he decided to join in. The whips striked her without mercy. Their bite covered every part of her body and were all cruelly vicious. Water flooded Tash's lungs as she screamed, we were drowning her.

I whipped her one last time before lifting her out of the box. She coughed and spat out water from her lungs before panting for air. Her body reacted on its own accord before she regained control.

"So Tash, tell us a story and make it hot or we might just decide to let you drown."

She cried not wanting to die. Not like this.

"It was in high school during my prom. I had been dating my boyfriend for a couple of months. At the end of it we were the last ones there and he danced with me."

Amanda was relentless.

"I bet he was a jock, I bet a bimbo like Tash couldn't keep her hands of him."

"No he wasn't a jock. He was quiet and shy. Kind and smart, I thought I was in love with him."

We lowered her back into the water once again before she could finish. No point rushing the game.

"No please I'm doing what you want me to..."

We didn't whip her this time, we didn't need to. The icy water did the work for us burning her in an unimaginable sea of darkness. Her lungs felt like they were on fire and her body thrashed about as she tried to get free. Only when she opened her eyes staring at death did we pull her out and let her breathe.

Tash started to hyperventilate going into shock. She completely shut herself down to everything exempt surviving. The look of horror on her face as she thought she was about to die was angelic and the cameras zoomed in to make sure every moment of filming gold was captured for all eternity. It took ages for her to calm down and get enough air to muster a scream.

"Please stop doing this. You're killing me."

She was about to lose all sanity. Her mind and body weren't functioning properly and she was praying for herself to lose consciousness but hanging upside down meant more blood was going to her brain, we wanted her to feel every second of what we were doing to her.

"So after prom, where did he fuck you?"

"He took me back to his place and we had sex."

"That was a little disappointing, I want details Tash. Let's dunk you back in to see if you remember anything."

"No no please I'll tell you whatever you want."

I knew she would but I just wanted to whip her again. The way she was crying made we want to hurt her even more. She screamed as her head was submerged into the ice and the torture continued. We took our time whipping her, bubbles spilled from her mouth as the lashes landed on her skin. Air was replaced by relentlessly crushing water once more.

"Please stop... I...can't..."

She couldn't even manage to put a sentence together. Beautiful red welts lined her defenceless body once more as we admired our work of beating Tash senseless.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes I...I never had anything like it before."

"Did it hurt?"

"At first but he was really gentle, he didn't want to hurt me."

"How cute, it's a shame we didn't get our hands on you then Tash. We would have made sure your first time was as painful as possible. Afterwards did you suck his cock to thank him?"

"Yes."

"What a slut."

Hearing us laughing at her was extremely upsetting to her. We had taken one of her most cherished memories and destroyed it for our own amusement.

"Just one last question, why didn't it work out between the two of you?"

She didn't answer. I sighed and she cried seeing the disappointment on my face.

"Lower her back in."

"No don't please! He cheated on me with my best friend."

We laughed at her even louder and she looked away. There was nothing more that she wished for than to be left alone.

"I don't blame the guy, I mean Tash is a decent fuck but can you imagine having to spend time with her when we're not beating or raping her? I wouldn't be surprised if the guy was poking around the minute after he started dating her. Just look at her now, I bet her friend was hotter and smarter. Who ever it was that cheated on her, good job."

The verbal assault continued longer than anyone found the joke funny but after being given another method of torturing Tash, none of us wanted to waste it.

"Okay okay that's enough, can't you tell it's upsetting her. Let's just dunk her in the water so we can whip her again."

"But I told you what you wanted!"

"Yeah but we're not finished hurting you yet. Don't worry I'm sure we'll get bored after an hour or two."
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on October 19, 2016, 11:32:01 AM
HOLY FUCK...awesome.  Loved it.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on October 29, 2016, 07:19:24 AM
Almost finished the next chapter. Should be done by next week. Sorry for not updating more. Been super busy. Not long until I start with filming 2 family editon staring two sisters and their mother. Hope you guys like redheads.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on October 29, 2016, 12:45:31 PM
Can't wait, though I get super busy.  In some ways, I'll be sorry to see Tash go, as I've enjoyed her torment.  But I also want to see how you dispose of her.  Two girls and their mom?  Awesome.  Redheads?  Awesomer.  looking forward to your updates and finishing with Tash, and now Filming 2.  Are the sisters, twins?  That would e spectacularly awesome. ::): :emot_thedrool.gif:
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on November 06, 2016, 05:00:02 AM
Day 27

She was a mess as she hugged herself on the floor. It hadn't taken long for her to pass out and apparently they couldn't wake her so she really had no idea what they had done to her today. All she knew was that it hurt. It always hurt.

Tash reached out a grabbed a loaf of stale bread that had been left for her to eat and lapped up what she hoped was water from her dog bowl. She was surprised to be given bread. Being allowed to eat human food wasn't something that she thought she would ever do again but there was something wrong with her sense of taste and smell and all she could do was hope that it wasn't permanent. Every time she ate or drank, she was there in that toilet stall again. A dozen streams of piss was being shot into a mouth and there was a nice loaf of human excrement for her to enjoy.

Moving ever so slightly caused a tidal wave of pain to sear throughout every nerve in her body. She turned on her back and did her best not to scream out. Tears built up in her eyes and she cried herself to sleep. Every moment of her misery was being recorded by cameras positioned systematically around her dungeon to record every angle and shot in perfect HD. Our films with Tash had been so successful that we could afford such an update to our production value. New cameras, new toys, new whips and some custom made torture devices had all recently arrived. All of which we couldn't wait to test out on our abused little pet. We even thought about getting her a nice soft bed to sleep on as a reward but when we took a vote, all of us optioned that the cold floor was more than good enough for her.

I went out to the barn and opened the hatch to prepare Tash for the afternoon filming. Seeing her abused was in such demand that we optioned to start filming twice a day. Tash was on the floor in the the middle of the room asleep and she smelled of shit. It was a wonder how she wasn't seriously sick. I suppose some cunts are just born to be punching bags.

I took the hose and sprayed her with ice cold water. She shrieked as traumatic memories of the times we had inflicted water torture on her rushed into her head. I threw a bar of soap at her and told her to wash herself as I continued to torment her with the hose. When I was satisfied that Tash was clean enough for use, there was only a little bit of soap left.

"Eat it bitch."

Tash looked at the bar in disgust but obeyed my order. She bit it in half and then started to chew. It was cruel and malicious to make her do this. She slowly ate the bar of soap that she had just used to wash away the grime and dirt off her abused body. The gagging and coughing sounds she made were especially hot.

"Are you ready to be gang fucked again?"

She looked me whilst crying and answered me with a lie.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes master."

"Good girl. Now you better show us how good of a slut you've become. I want you begging and thanking us for everything. You're going to make it hot for the cameras just like a pro pornstar you got it?"

"Yes master, this cunt will make it hot for you."

"You better because if you don't we have something really nasty planned for you. Start fingering yourself to make sure you're wet enough for us but don't you dare cum without permission."

I left Tash alone in the dark waiting for us to come. The thought of being raped over and over kept her company and broke her down into dirt. She was dirt. No to them she was less than dirt. She certainly wasn't a human being, a woman, a person. Humans have rights and knew complex emotions like joy and love. They weren't in constant pain or a set of three holes that were open for use anytime somebody wanted.

No Tash wasn't a human being anymore. She was a whore. A cunt. A slut. A fucktoy. A punching bag. A whipping post. A plaything. A pet. She existed just to be abused and everything existed to abuse her. Her owners were cruel but they were her owners. All she had to do was obey them. Scream when they hurt her and moan when they fuck her.

She waited in the dark for hours before I came back down for her. Tash looked at me confused, not understanding why I was alone. I took hold of her leash and walked her towards the hatch to take her outside. She froze in fear not wanting to leave the dungeon. As much as we had abused her here, whenever we had taken her for a walk had always been worse.

"Please don't master, this cunt promised she'll be a good whore. Please don't take me somewhere to hurt me."

She most likely thought we were going to take her to that club again where she served as a human toilet. Her fear was total and desperate.

"If you're not a good cunt then we'll hurt you worse than we have ever hurt you before but don't worry you're not being taken back to that club. I'm taking you to the farmhouse where everybody is waiting for you."

The farmhouse? Tash didn't understand. That was when her owners lived, where they ate and slept. It was where they passed the time when they weren't using her. Why was she being taken there?

"But why...?"

"We got some fresh meat coming in that we're going to keep here and thought it might be fun to have you more readily accessable when we want a stress reliever. We were just going to torture you to death but I've grown quite fond of you. I'm going to keep you as my pet and you'll have to do the chores when we're not torturing you. Don't worry your fans will still get to see you tortured twice a day. If you piss us off it might end up as just a continous never ending torture session."

Tash started to cry. Tears fell down her cheeks and yet she didn't know why. She was both happy and inhumanly sad at the same time. There was no end to the rape, torture and humiliation that she was going to have to take. All she could do was accept it and submit to her master's whim.

"Yes master. Thank you master."

Pulling on her leash, she crawled at my feet towards the farmhouse. For almost a month we had been abusing her without reason or cause. Every time she thought she had taken the most brutal punishment that was possible, we had came up with something worse the next day. As we entered the house, Tash felt a chill run down her welt covered spine. It would only get worse from now on, must worse.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on November 06, 2016, 06:36:19 AM
Filming Vol. 2

Family set

Part 1

Rosie

Her head hurt so much and the smell of chloroform was still in her nose to the point that she could taste it. Rosie opened her eyes but the darkness remained shrouding her in black. She panicked for a few seconds thinking she had gone blind before realising that there was a hood over her head. She tried moving her limbs but felt rough ropes which hogtied her still. A new sense of panic came flooding in as she realised that she was being kidnapped. She tried to scream for help as she struggled against her bonds. Some sort of fabric had been stuffed into her mouth which was duct taped shut.

How did this happen? The last thing she remembered was blowing out the candles that were lit on the cake celebrating her 18th birthday. Her mum and sister was there. Her sister Alice had just made it in time after finding someone to take over her shift as a nurse at the local hospital. She had rushed over where Rosie and her mother were waiting for her and then they sung happy birthday. Rosie blew out the candles and then the lights went out. The rest was just a blank.

Where were her sister and mother now? This was just a joke right? Some prank gone out of hand. Rosie took a moment to listen and heard the sound of an engine. She must have been in a car, no a van. There were people talking. What was going on?

"One of them is awake?"

"Yeah the youngest slut. I can't wait to fuck her. Going to make the birthday girl squeal like a pig when I poke her cute little ass."

"Just use the taser on her, you can turn into a fuck pig later."

Rosie tried to get away but a strong hand grabbed her and then she felt electricity surge through her body making her lose control of her muscles. She spasmed and yelled out through her gag before going limp and silent.

The man took off the unconscious girl's hood to look at her face. It was cute and yet sensual at the same time. He had taken the time to look at a family picture at the house they had broken into. This girl had the most innocent doe like eyes he had ever seen but had a smile that told him she would be a great fuck. Her ginger hair was a attractive shade between orange and dark red and she had a great set of tits on her that he groped. She was slim as well and would only get slimmer in the following weeks. His hand went down to her exposed cunt where he had ripped of her panties and stuffed them int her mouth. To his delight she was a still a virgin. His excitement grew right to his cock which became rock hard. A flash of anger made his face twitch as he realised he wouldn't be the one to take her virginity but her knew that her would have the chance to make sure it was his cock that she remembered.

A few hours later

There was a loud scream that echoed in her ears. A loud crack of the whip and another scream. Rosie opened her eyes and found herself in an well lit room. She blinked her eyes several times to become accustomed to the light. What was happening? She tried to stand up but the small metal cage she was in stopped her. It was cold and there was a drift of bitter wind. Another pain filled scream attacked her ears. She looked at her body and saw that she was completely nude. Shame filled her and her face turned red with embarrassment. The whip cut into the air and landed on flesh once again. Rosie searched for the source, looking out of both fear and curiosity.

"Don't look!"

It was her mother. She was locked inside a cage next to her also stripped naked. To her right was Alice who too was caged and completely nude. What was happening?

"Don't look Rosie!"

Her mother repeated her warning. She ignored it and her eyes widened in terror as she saw something out of a horror movie. A girl who looked only slightly older than her was hanging by her hands. Blood was dripping down her back and welts covered every ince of her skin. People surrounded her in a circle, each holding a whip in their hands. Rosie counted 8 of them, 7 men and one woman. They worked together with their whips striking the girl in unison. She hung her head back and screamed out in agony.

"Stop it you're going to kill her!"

Alice screamed out in rage. Rosie watched her sister as she tried to open her cage door, anger filling her like never before. They were powerless, none of them could do anything to help the poor girl being tortured in front of them. She looked like she had been through a lot. Her ribs were clearly visible as a sign of starvation and she was marked by ugly purple bruises all over her body. Her brown hair was tied back in a simple ponytail and there was a dog collar around her neck. She was a pretty girl with sad blue eyes that where filled up with tears. How could anyone do this to another person.

They whipped her again making her dance in the air before finally lowering her down. Rosie watched as they undid the rope that was used to suspend her. She hadn't been hanging from her wrists, they had tied the rope around her thumbs to hurt her even worse.

"So Tash did you learn your lesson or do we need to whip you for another hour?"

"No master this cunt has learnt her lesseon, thank you for giving me what I deserve. I'm so sorry I kept passing out when you branded me."

Rosie couldn't believe what she was hearing, the girl was thanking them for hurting her. Looking at her body more closely, there were letters branded into her skin just above her cunt. The words "PROPERTY OF SLUTS TORTURE ENTERTAINMENT" were burnt into her flesh.

"Good girl."

The man who was talking seemed to be in charge. He treated that girl like a dog. No worse than a dog yet it seemed like it was perfectly normal for her. She hugged his leg and rubbed her face on his trousers almost as if she was in love with him. It was then that they turned their attention to the set of caged redheads.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on November 07, 2016, 01:15:13 PM
Still one of my favourite stories.  I have  a 'thing' for redheads  :emot_thedrool.gif:  Thank you for this amazing story and I'm super excited about the family set.  BRAVO!  ::):
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on November 16, 2016, 09:25:58 PM
Part 2

Elizabeth

Elizabeth couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. There were tears in her eyes as she struggled to comprehend the level of cruelty and deprivation that had happened in front of her and her daughters. A girl who couldn't be much older than Rosie had just been suspended in the air by her thumbs and had been whipped for what must have been over a hour. Not the smallest shard of mercy had been shown as the sound of whip strokes and the girl's screaming continued to echo inside Elizabeth's head.

Even worse than being forced to watch and listen to that girl getting tortured was finding out why they were hurting her. The girl had fainted while these monsters were branding her like an animal. Seeing those hurtful words burnt into the girl's skin made her feel sick. Tash was her name right? That's what the man called her. The man she thanked for whipping her and whose fingers she was now sucking on. Surely that couldn't be how she really is. They must be forcing her to pretend to be such a slut.

The thought of what must have happened to that poor girl to make her into this terrified the attractive, redheaded mother of two. At 42, she felt old even if her body didn't show it. As an English teacher who taught at high school, she was the milf in many of her students' fantasies. Large but firm DD tits and an hourglass model like midsection which slowly widened to her childbearing hips. Her two lovely daughters took after her in terms of looks. Her two lovely daughters who were stripped naked and locked in cages either side of her.

Alice, her oldest was still trying to force open her cage door. Her face was red with anger. She wanted to help Tash. Helping people is all she knew how to do. Elizabeth remembered how proud she had been when she dropped Alice for work one day. They were walking through the reception room when a young woman came through the doors. Her lip was spit, she had a black eye and was clearly shaken. It turned out that she had just been raped a half mile away from where they lived. Alice showed such compassion, such kindness as she treated that woman's wounds and held her hand when she gave the police details of what happened to her.

Over to Elizabeth's left was her youngest daughter, Rosie. Such a sweet innocent angel. She was smart. Far smarter than Elizabeth could ever hope to be. Top of her class and always smiling but so shy. It was her 18th birthday as well, today was suppose to be about spoiling her before she left for college. Watching her crying as she hugged herself in sheer terror broke Elizabeth's heart. She grabbed her daughter's hand to try to comfort her. Why was this happening to her family? What were they going to do to them?

Without warning or reason, the man raised his hand and slapped Tash so hard in the face that she was knocked down to the ground. She whimpered but tried to embrace him once again only to be met with another slap. This time she optioned to stray down. The man and the woman walked into the centre of the room and then started to address an invisible audience. It was only then that Elizabeth spotted several cameras positioned all around the room. They were being filmed.

"Hello and welcome to a new episode of sluts torture entertainment. Unfortunately our last slut couldn't join us due to being in a coma but fear not for we have a real treat for you today. Meet the Gingercunts; Rosie, Alice and their mother Elizabeth."

They were addressing her and her family. Labelling them like cattle in the most degrading way possible.

"And of course we're joined by everyone's favourite punching bag, Tash. Remember to leave a comment as to what punishments you want to see Tash endure. Thank you to Sadist4life125 for last weeks suggestion of pulling out her finger nails, grounding them up and sprinkling them onto her dog food."

Elizabeth's heart sunk at the words the two host were saying. How could these people be so heartless, so indescribably cruel. The man walked over to her cage and shared her into her crying eyes with his.

"So momma Gingercunt, let me ask you this. Which one of your daughters would you like us to gangfuck until she's drowning in our cum? Alice or Rosie?
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on November 16, 2016, 11:40:56 PM
very nice...VERY nice!  I loved it.  I want to see the new girls tortured brutally.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on November 29, 2016, 11:54:29 AM
Part 3

Rosie

The birthday girl watched her mother whimper as the man asked her to pick one of her daughters to be raped by a room of sadistic monsters. Her mother kept looking between her and Alice. They were asking her to choose between the two people she loved the most. Which one of her daughters she would rather see ravished and abused in the worst possible way.

"Please I'm begging you, fuck me instead. I... I won't resist, you can do whatever you want to me. Just please leave my daughters alone."

They laughed at her. Laughter at a mother's plea to protect her daughters.

"Looks like the mother is a real slut. I hope she passed down her whore genes to her daughters."

More laughter as Rosie started to weep with her mother. She was squeezing on to her hand so tightly.

"Now Elizabeth, that wasn't one of the options. Either you pick between Rosie and Alice or we're going to rape both of them."

Her mother went silent. She looked like she wanted to die when she looked up at the man and whispered.

"Alice."

Rosie looked over to her sister who had tears running down her face. Her beautiful angelic face.

"Mum..."

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

Elizabeth reached out her hand to Alice. Her fingertips were agonisingly close the daughter that she had just sold out but Alice backed away from her mother's reach.

Rosie cried as she watched her family get torn apart.

"So you picked Alice. We're going to fuck Rosie instead."

"What no that's not want you said."

"We never said we would listen to you."

"No please not my baby girl."

All seven men approached Rosie's cage and started to grope the girl inside who was frozen like a deer in the headlights. She kicked out at them when her cage was opened but strong hands overpowered her and held her down. Her hands were tied behind her back using a leather belt before another was used to bind her elbows together. She cried out at the sharp pain as they made her stand by pulling on her arms.

"Leave her alone, please not my baby girl."

Rosie was bent over Elizabeth and Alice's cages to make sure her mother and sister had a good view. Her legs were forced open and she felt something press against the lips of her pussy. She felt a thrust and her world faded into a new life of misery. Sharp pain burned into her as her hymen broke. As her innocence was taken and her virginity was ripped away from her.

Thrust after painful thrust. Rosie felt every inch of her rapist's cock as he pounded her cunt raw. She stopped screaming after a while as he groaned like a wild animal. Her mother and sister watched in horror as cum leaked from her cunt after the man finally finished. They were completely powerless to help her.

She didn't move after he finished ravishing her. She couldn't move. All Rosie could do was close her eyes as more tears were torn from her very soul. She didn't even notice that another man had positioned himself behind her. She didn't notice until the man's rough hands started to grope her round pump ass. He spread her cheeks and lined up his cock before he forced his way inside her ass. Her eyes widened in pain and she started to scream at the top of lungs.

"No please not there. Please not my ass."

The two cages she was bent over rattled at the forced in which her ass was being raped. She was shrieking in agony and begging them to stop but her pleas only made them brutalise her even harder. When that man finished and buried his seed deep in her ass, another stepped up.

"Squeal like a pig you stupid cunt if you don't want your ass torn apart again."

They weren't just content with fucking her, they wanted to destroy her. Why her? What did she do to deserve this? The man pulled on her beautiful long red hear as he pounded her while she preformed her best imitation of a swine.

"Oink oink oink."

"Look at this stupid fuckpig. Hey momma gingercunt, keep your eyes open while I'm porking your whore of a daughter."

If she was lucky, she would be passed out. If she wasn't, Rosie would have to listen to her kidnappers taunting her as they took turns raping her. One after the other, each using her like a blown up doll. Each challenging the other to be rougher and more cruel.

By the end, they dragged her unconscious body back into her cage and locked her inside. Their cum leaking out of her and the last tears of her innocence slipping through her closed eyes.

"Happy 18th birthday slut."

A final insult of degradation to hurt her before the three redheads were left alone.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on November 30, 2016, 10:39:18 PM
I loved it.  Making the birthday girl degrade herself was my favourite part.  Thanks for this amazing story.  Glad it going strong with the Gingercunt Family.   ::):
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on December 22, 2016, 10:11:42 PM
Part 4

Alice

Alice adjusted her naked body trying to position herself in a way that she could find some comfort inside of her cage. It was of course impossible as the cage was too small and cramped, designed to be unpleasant for the girl trapped inside its metal prison. She had tried to break each individual bar in an attempt to find a weak spot, there was none meaning that there was no escape for her or her family.

To her left, her mother was cooing Rosie. Her shaking tear stained hands were stroking Rosie's deep red hair. Alice felt fresh tears swelling in her already pink weary eyes and felt them sting again as she and her the rest of her family started to cry. She had been forced to watch helplessly as her sister had been gang raped over and over again. Powerless to stop it, Alice had listened to as Rosie screamed while their kidnappers fucked her in anyway they wanted. She sounds of those disgusting pigs grunting as they came while her mother begged them to fuck her instead were burnt into Alice's mind.

The hatch of the basement that they were locked in open and the fear of what was going to happen to them next stole the air out of their lungs. The feeling of dread was like a deep fog that was suffocating them. They were choking in complete fear when the girl who had been whipped in front of them earlier started to slowly drag a sack down the stairs. Alice tried remembering her name. Tara? No that wasn't it. Tash?

"Hurry up you stupid cunt."

A boot appeared through the hatch catching Tash from behind. She was knocked over and fell down the stairs. Her body roll down with her head banging against the hard wood multiple times. When she reached a stop on the floor, she wasn't moving and a small pool of blood started to form. After several terrifying seconds, Tash started to groan before she tried to get back up. Her nose was bleeding with the red dripping down to her dry lips.

"Look out!"

Alice was too late in warning her as the man threw the sack she was carrying straight at her. It landed on her ankle and caused Tash to scream. Alice watched as Tash grabbed her foot in pain. She was a pretty girl with long light brown hair that looked unkept and was messy with strands sticking to her face. Her blue eyes were sad and lonely as if she was constantly crying and it looked like she hadn't slept in days. Welt marks and bruises covered every part of her body and even from far, Alice could see some small scars that looked like the poor girl had been mauled by a bear. Her ribs were painfully visible beneath her abused breasts which had remained perky and supple. Her ass was deep red as if she had just been spanked for no reason other than just to hurt her.

Tash cried as she crawled like an animal while dragged the sack toward the family of redheads. She winced each time her hands grabbed the bag and Alice saw that her thumbs were at best dislocated from her hands. She made it about half way before she collapsed to the ground, exhausted from the pain.

Alice reached out to her. The tips of her fingers just barely managing to reach. Tash slowly raised her head and through her tears, she stared at Alice. The beaten slave lent Alice her hand which the nurse gently held, being careful not to hurt her. Alice felt Tash squeeze back, her grip was weak and up close, Alice could see that there was clear swelling. She could also see signs of even further abuse. There were burn marks all over her as if someone had used her like a human ashtray and she was missing all of her nails.

Doing her best to smile to reassure the girl, Alice tried to pull her closer.

"Hi Tash is it? My name is Alice and I'm a nurse. Can I have a look at your ankle?"

Tash looked at her for a while before she nodded her head. Before she could turn away, Alice stopped her to wipe away the blood from her bloody nose. Luckily it wasn't broken but Alice had to carefully apply a small amount of pressure to stop it from bleeding. She cleaned Tash's face, smiling to comfort her.

"Th...thank you."

Tash turned away so Alice wouldn't see the fresh tears that were forming in her eyes. It had been so long since someone was kind to her. She knew it was just pity but it still felt nice to not be treated like shit.

"Tash your thumbs are dislocated. I'm going to try to put them back but it's going to hurt. Do you want me to do that?"

She nodded before she screamed once again. It hurt like hell but then again, her entire body hurt like hell. Tash collapsed to the ground again drawing in quick shallow breaths. Crying, she turned around and let Alice examine her ankle.

"It looks like it's not broken but sprained. It's going to be really sore for a week or two. Try not to put any pressure on it."

Tash strayed still for a couple of minutes resting. Alice took in her beauty as she lay there on the cold dirty ground. She had a swan like neck that was bruised with choke marks. As Alice's glaze moved down her body, she saw Tash's breasts gently heave up and down as she breathed. Her round abused moulds looked so soft but firm at the same time while the cold air had hardened her nipples like cute little cherries on top of a treat. Her flat stomach looked like it had been used as a punching bag and were covered in sweat and dirt. The ugly burn marks from her branding spelling out the words, property of slut torture entertainment. Looking further down, Alice nearly lose her composure as she stared up Tash's long legs and saw her sex. It too looked like it had been targeted for torture being all red and swollen.

Alice continued to stare at Tash and felt more sad than she had ever felt in her life. How could anyone do this to such a pretty girl?
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on December 23, 2016, 05:36:39 PM
Just AWESOME.  I love this story.  Thanks Beater for such an amazing story. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Ararria on December 24, 2016, 04:52:12 AM
Seconded, easily one of my favorite stories on this site and can't wait to see what dark path it leads down.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on December 30, 2016, 05:04:01 PM
Part 5

Tash

She remained still for a couple of minutes taking a moment to rest. Everything hurt so much and she felt so dizzy. Sounds came to her ears like loud bangs and her eyes stung from crying so much. Being denied any sleep for the past week while continuously being raped and tortured had resulted in a migraine that was pounding inside her head like a drum.

Tash forced herself to roll over from her back and then had to take another moment as nausea overcame her. She would have thrown up if she wasn't being starved for no reason other than for the amusement of her masters and their viewers. All she could taste was her own blood.

"Hey take it easy."

Tash looked up at Alice who had a concerned look on her face. She used to hate having to go to the hospital or any other form of health services. The staff were rude and the atmosphere was always dark and gloomy but she probably wouldn't have minded going to a hospital to be examined by a nurse like Alice. Perhaps it was simply because she had been beaten so much over the last few months that it felt nice to have someone look after her. She had forgotten what kindness felt like.

She could she that Alice was trying to act brave but Tash knew that look on the redhead's face, she had tried to fool herself into expressing it when she had first been kidnapped. It wouldn't last long as there was no doubt that Alice was really scared shitless. How couldn't she be, she had just seen her younger sister gang raped just inches in front of her and all Tash had done was lick Amanda's cunt and clean the rapists cocks so they were ready for another round. Looking at the mother, Elizabeth and her two daughters that all locked in cages like wild animals, Tash wondered how much they must hate her for not doing anything to help.

She then remembered the cameras that were in the walls, recording live to who knows how many deprived twisted individuals who had signed up to watch her and the family's misery. Her owners were probably watching too just looking for an excuse to beat the shit out of her. In the sack that she had been made to drag over to the barn despite having had dislocated thumbs, Tash took out three identical dog bowls before she found her own. Her's was lovingly labelled "fuckmeat" and had cum strains leaving streaks of filth along the cheap plastic. Unfortunately human cum was one of the more nicer things that she had been made to eat out of it.

The fact that she was being watched caused Tash's hands to shake in fear as she filled each of the three dog bowls that were for the redheads up. She wanted to be as generous as possible but knew that if she filled them up too much, it could lead to her being punished further. She shuddered as the thoughts of what they would do to her made her skin freeze. Tash then slid the bowls through the strips at the bottom of the cage doors and saw the same look of disgust one their faces that she once had.

"You expect us to eat this?"

The dog food smelt like dog food and it tasted like dog food. It was nasty and foul to most people's palates but Tash found herself not being to help herself but salivate as the smell wrinkled her nose. She had just been made to cook dinner for her masters and mistress. A roasted lamb with potatoes that smelled amazing while she wasn't even allowed to eat the dog food.

"Tash can't you get as anything else? Can you...can you help get us out of here."

It was Alice that was asking her. She had tried to help her and all Tash could do to repay her was this. She felt fresh tears building up as she had never hated herself more. It was unimaginably upsetting and destructive to realise just how far she had fallen.

"Please...please if you don't...if you...they're hurt me again and I just can't...I can't take any..."

"No no Tash. It's alright, this...it's not your fault. We'll eat it...look see?"

Alice took a hand full and slowly put it into her mouth. She turned pale as she chewed and struggled to swallow. Rosie and Elizabeth followed doing the same to try and calm her. Why were they doing this? It didn't make any sense to her, why would they help someone who was refusing to help them?

"Do you...do you need to pee?"

Tash dreaded asking them. She tried looking away from them as they all nodded. She took her bowl and slid it into Alice's cage and then turned away as the redhead tried to pee. It was uncomfortable and not at all what she would have been used to but Tash soon heard she sound of liquid tinkering into her bowl. Once Alice had finished, she handed the bowl to Elizabeth and then Rosie before retrieving it and looked at how full it now was.

She sighed before lowering her face to the dog bowl full of piss and tried her best not to smell it. She slowly struck out her tongue and started to lap up the yellow liquid.

"No Tash, what are you doing? Don't do that!"

"They...they're making do it."

"But they're not here. Can't you just go outside and empty it? They would never find out. None of us would tell, we swear."

"They're watching."

Tash watched as all three of their faces turned white. They searched around the room in panic as the fact that they were being filmed became aware to them. Their eyes found the many cameras that covered each and every angle and they realised that they were being recorded right this very instant.

"Oh my god no!"

Rosie cried out and quickly tried to cover herself with her arms. The fact that she had been filmed getting raped still hadn't hit her. Her mother held her face and started to cry.

"Why..."

And Alice, she froze still unable to understand. She stared at Tash as she lapped their piss in her bowl. What did they do to her. What were they going to do to them?

A couple of minutes later, Tash had finished drinking their piss and painfully limped towards them.

"You...you don't want to use me do you?"

"What...what do you mean."

"They said that if any of you wanted. I have to pleasure you. You don't want me to do you?"

"No...no you don't have to if you don't want to Tash."

"Can I...can I just rest for a moment?"

"Sure Tash, take all the time you need."

She curled up into a foetal position hugging her legs and tried to stop herself crying. She was scared to close her eyes. She scared to do anything until she felt Alice gently stroke her hair. It felt nice to have someone be kind to her.

It definitely felt nice to have someone being kind to her.

"Thank you."
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on January 02, 2017, 04:22:41 AM
Part 6

Elizabeth

The unpleasant sound of two pieces rusted metal sliding against each other woke Elizabeth. The noise was like a high screech and it echoed throughout the dark gloomy cellar that she and her family were trapped in. As she opened her soft brown eyes that were pink from her own tears, the sight of the nightmarish dungeon was partly blocked by the cold metal bars of her cage.

She hesitantly peeked inside the two cages that where positioned either side of her own and prayed that she wouldn't see what she knew she would find. The naked forms of her two beautiful daughters lay curled inside as all three of them were displayed like animals in a zoo. The hope that the day before had just been a bad dream was ripped apart from her saddened soul by an unmerciful and uncaring force. What filled up that deep void was an impossibly heavy weight that weighed down on her to the point that she couldn't breathe.

She looked at her two daughters again who were still asleep and felt herself turning into mud as if she was dirt washed away by the rain. On each of her daughters faces was a deep frown as uneasy sleep filled with night terrors threatened to wake them at any moment. Seeing the two most precious people in her world normally brought a bright smile to Elizabeth's face. Her lips couldn't but help smiling when ever she saw her two girls. They were her world since her husband died. Right now, no smile came to her lips. Only a terrible sadness. The kind of sadness that makes you feel like the world is about to end. Instead of smiling, Elizabeth covered her face with her hands and started to cry once again.

"Please...please don't...please don't cry."

A caring hand touched her lightly on her shoulder. Elizabeth looked up and saw Tash gently rubbing her back. The poor girl was wincing at every touch of her hand to Elizabeth's back. The horrors that she must have had to endure.

"Do you want me to...um..."

The girl looked away as she realised that there was nothing that she could do. Looking at her battered body, Elizabeth couldn't help but forget about her daughters and feel sorry for her. How can someone take so much? Tash had spent the most of last night pressed up against Alice's cage hugging onto her arm. It looked like it was the first time she had gotten any real sleep in god knows how long.

"It's okay Tash. Try going back to sleep."

She was nice girl. Kind and sweet. Why would anyone want to hurt her like this? Tash never got the chance to shut her eyes as the latch door opened and their tormentors entered.

The sound woke up both Rosie and Alice who were startled to find the crew carrying various boxes of heavy looking equipment. It was different from yesterday where they had simply gang fucked Rosie repeatedly for hours. This somehow was even scarier.

Once everything had been carried to the dungeon, they went to work setting everything up. Two wooden crosses were drilled into the wall opposite the cages in a x shape formation. Complete sets of bondage cuffs hung of the year ends of each wooden plank. They then positioned two cameras and aimed them at the make shift st Andrew's crosses before a team of four carried what appeared to be a throne down and placed it into a corner of the room. It was no throne that royalty would sit on. It looked heavy and uncomfortable with thick leather straps built into its sinister design. Two large philac shaped rubber dildos threateningly arose from the seat which when impelled into the victim in conjunction with the leather straps would prevent any movement.

Elizabeth saw Tash freeze up. She was shaking and her lips were quivering in pure primal fear. This had been her life for so long. The blonde woman approached her and Tash tried to scamper away. The woman simply trod her boot down onto her beaten toy's injured ankle and pressed her heel into the swollen joint. Tash screamed as excruciating pain spread through the bones and nerves of her foot and leg. She clutched her leg tightly when the woman finally stood off it and rolled over facing her back to the blonde in a futile attempt to protect herself. A man approached to join in the sadistic fun as he grabbed a handful of Tash's brown hair and yanked her to her knees. Without warning, his hand slapped her with brutal force causing their slave to yelp out in pain. The woman then squatted down to pinch and twist on Tash's nipples as a red handprint formed on her face.

"Did you enjoy spending time with the redheads?"

"Yes master."

Elizabeth could see that she was so scared. The cruel woman twisted even harder and pulled as Tash's tits were tortured by her vice like grasp.

"When they decided that you weren't good enough to be used by them, why didn't you crawl back to the house like a good whore? We would have treated you to a nice long fucking and beating. It's a good job Rosie was such a good slut yesterday that we were relatively content."

Rosie backed up to the back of her cage and tried to hide herself from the cameras as the memories of her birthday gang rape came flooding back to her. Her mother grabbed her hand as the men came for her once more. She held on not letting go of her daughter's hand. She knew she couldn't let go.

With time seemingly slowing down to a crawl. The sound of Rosie yelling out as she begged for someone to help her became muted. As did Alice's pleas for them to leave her sister alone. So did Elizabeth's own cries for anyone to help them. All that the mother could feel was Rosie's hand slowly being wrenched apart from her own. As their fingers tips were separated, any power she had to protect her daughter was lost. She watched helplessly as Rosie was dragged across the room and fastened in place to one of the crosses. They then came back for Alice.

"No please not Alice too. Take me instead. Please I'm begging you! I'm their mother!"

She grabbed on to Alice's leg and held on with all her strength but could do nothing to stop them as Alice was pilfered from her cage. The hands of the men groping everywhere as she tried in vain to fight back. She too was dragged to the cross where the cuffs held her, spread out and exposed.

Two identical boxes were then wheeled in front of the two bound sisters. Ballgags were forced into their screaming mouths before the boxes were opened and both grew silent. Elizabeth could hardly make out what the strange rectangular shaped devices were from the distance but they looked like car batteries. The jumper cables gave them away. The jumper cables that had strong clamps lined with teeth like groves. Clamps that were attached to her daughters breasts. Which bite caused them to struggle against their bounds and scream.

"Please don't! Please I'll do anything!"

"Good because depending on how well you behave. The less your lovely sluts are going to get hurt. Now put these on."

The man chucked a pair of handcuffs to her. Elizabeth locked them to her wrists, binding her hand together. Her cage door swung open and she crawled out when instructed. Fearing for her daughters, she remained still as they groped her, their fingers rubbing her cunt and squeezing her large full chest.

A laptop was switched on in front of her and Elizabeth realised that hell did exist. The screen was split with a live feed of herself filling the majority of the screen. Beneath her to either side was her Rosie and Alice. Text in an animated electrical current read "shock the bitches" which sent a chill down the milf's spine. That was when she saw the lines of text scrolling upwards and she realised that people were commenting on what was happening to her and her family. A robotic voice started playing from the laptop's built in speakers. The voice of one of many viewers enjoying the show.

"Anonymous22 says let's get this party started."

"Yes, let's get it started."

The woman finally finished hurting Tash who's neck she had been standing on, choking her under her foot.

"Welcome to slut torture entertainment's live special. Remember you can still buy tickets in order to have the chance to be chosen at random to control this sexy redheaded milf."

To control her? Elizabeth didn't understand. How could commenters on a laptop control her?

"If you're lucky enough to be chosen, then for ten minutes you can make Elizabeth do whatever you want her to our poor punchbag, Tash. She'll be your hands almost like your hurting her yourself. And if she says no?"

They smiled as they said it. Elizabeth watched as the mouse on the screen was dragged towards the image of Alice. It pointed to the text and then with a simple click, Alice and Rosie both started screaming.

"If she refuses, then poor Rosie and Alice get shocked by the car batteries connected to their tits."

Elizabeth dropped to her knees as her daughters finished thrashing under the current. Her tears flowed as freely as Rosie's and Alice's.

"Amorgan13 says that was so hot I might just keep shocking the ginger sluts and make their mother watch it."

"Qwerty says maybe after a few weeks we can get the milf to be hurting Rosie instead."

"Whitenut says Tash had better hope that I don't get picked I want to destroy her."

"K3fan says let's get sexy."

Just how many people were watching this? Why weren't they doing something to help? This surely couldn't be happening.

"And the first winner is...Gorean."

"Gorean says I want to see what we didn't yesterday. Tash licking some cunt."

Elizabeth just knelt there. She didn't even hear the robotic voice saying her commands. The evil world of sexual sadism and abuse suffocating her lungs and leaving her blind. Suddenly she felt a warm tickling sensation on her clit. Looking down she say that Tash had already crawled her way over and licking her clit, flicking using the tip of her tongue. Once she successfully snapped Elizabeth out of her trance, she started licking around the older woman's pussylips before her tongue made its way inside and caused a soft moan to escape Elizabeth's lips. She squirmed slightly as she was taken back unprepared for how skilled and talented Tash was with her tongue. The lessons she had learnt of pleasuring others had been often and painful more times than not.

"Gorean says hold on to the bitch's hair."

Elizabeth obeyed. She grabbed Tash's hair and pushed her cunt deeper into Tash's face. She wasn't normally as controlling as this in bed nor was she a lesbian but feeling Tash bringing her closer to orgasm with every lick, Elizabeth craved that sense of release. That feeling of weightlessness.

"Gorean says tell me when you're about to cum slut."

"Ohh god Tash, I'm about to cum."

"Gorean says cum while listening to your daughters scream."

As Elizabeth couldn't help herself but experience an orgasm, Rosie and Alice felt the painful unyielding voltage of the car batteries once again. The electricity flowed throughout their vulnerable bodies causing them to compulse as their muscles contracted uncontrollably. Pain filled their faces as sweat dripped down from their ample and round assets. Their young bodies turning into a cathedral of sufferering.

"Gorean says give Tash some hard slaps she's not pretty when she isn't crying."

Elizabeth was panting. Tash had caused her to have one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. She could hardly move. Still holding onto Tash's hair, she pulled her up so she could she the girl's face. Her eyes were tightly closed and her hands were to her side curled up into fist as she braced herself. Elizabeth didn't want to hurt her but she had to protect Rosie and Alice. Her first slap was pitifully weak with her hand barely glancing Tash's cheek. A soft humming of static electricity that was barely audible could just be made out before it was quickly drowned out by more screaming.

"Gorean says harder"

Elizabeth had no choice. She struck Tash again, this time making full contract. The force set her to the dirty ground holding her face in pain.

"Gorean says you must want to see your daughters fried."

"No no please I'll hit her harder."

She grabbed Tash by the hair once again and struck as hard as she could. Not letting go of her hair, Elizabeth slapped Tash again and again drawing out cries begging her to stop. When she was finished, Tash was holding her red beaten face with tears flowing down her punished cheeks. A small cut on her bottom lip collected blood and as she looked up at Elizabeth, she quickly looked away terrified of her.

"Oh my god no, I'm so sorry. No what did I do...I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

Elizabeth held Tash tight. She hugged the young girl she had just beaten bloody as tears formed in her eyes as well.

"Gorean says start fisting her."

"What...what's that? You want me to punch her?"

"He wants...he wants you to stick your hand into my pussy."

"But...but I can't. It won't fit."

Elizabeth watched shocked as Tash layed down on her back and spread open her legs for her. She thought about how she must have a mother as well and what she would be feeling if she saw this. Her first finger went in with relative ease as did her second. When slowly pushing in her third she felt the walls of Tash's pussy start to push back slightly and caused discomfort on the girl's face. Forcing in her fourth finger made Tash cry out and ask Elizabeth to be slower.

"Gorean says hurry up."

She quickly forced her thumb in and pushed her hand deeper into Tash's sex. The girl's pussy walls contracted around Elizabeth's hand that was invading her. She couldn't move any of her fingers that were no squeezed tightly together by Tash's tight cunt. With it already being tender and sore to begin with, Tash felt nothing but agony as Elizabeth fisted her.

"Gorean says fist her like you want to punch your hand through to her throat. If you're not doing it hard enough I'll shock Rosie and Alice and don't let Tash cum."

Elizabeth looked away as she fisted Tash. She couldn't bear to look her in the face as she hurt her. Forcing her hand partially out of Tash's cunt before driving it back in again over and over. Tash covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from screaming. What came out was a muffled yell.

"Gorean's time has ended."

Relieved, Elizabeth pulled her hand out free from Tash's pussy and saw it glistening with pussy juice. She watched ashamed of herself as Tash held her snatch as it continued to ache and burn.

"The next winner is..."
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on January 02, 2017, 04:25:40 AM
Only finished part of this um...part. Decided to post it anyway because it's going to probably be quite long. It could also be the nastiest to date by the end. Poor Tash
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on January 02, 2017, 02:03:29 PM
Awesome!  Fantastic.  Getting mom to torture Tash or have her daughters fried was ingenious.   I love this story! 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on January 07, 2017, 07:35:18 PM
Part 7

Elizabeth

Lines of text scrolled up the screen of the laptop with every comment being as hurtful and degrading as the last. From the small box in which the unnecessary vicious and pointlessly cruel individuals who were watching online took voice, Elizabeth was given a glance at the worst that humanity had to offer. The speakers played out their messages in a cold mechanical voice that was symbolic of their lack of compassion and mercy.

"Egglunged294 says I hope I'm chosen next. I want to see Tash whipped even more. There are some parts of her sexy body that isn't bruised."

"Makingtashcry says I agree. Tash needs to be beaten senseless for us. I absolutely hate that bitch."

"Batspider says do you think they will allow us to add some piercings to her? All girls love jewellery right?"

On the screen, above the messages was a small timer that was counting down the time until another viewer was chosen to take command of this twisted show. The numbers on the timer slowly ticked down to zero and a digitally programmed tool on the laptop randomly choose a raffle ticket from those that had been brought. Several hundred more had been brought since the live show had began by audience members across the world in the hopes of getting the chance to have a more personal touch to their sick entertainment.

"The next winner is...titwhipper5."

Elizabeth grated her teeth grinding them together before she softly bit her bottom lip and unconsciously encouraged the new controller. The body of the hot milf would be his to use under threat of hurting her equally beautiful daughters. Without reason and without typing a single letter, he moved his mouse to the live image of Rosie on his computer monitor.

The young redhead had just "celebrated" her 18th birthday yesterday in a film that he had gotten off to several times since he had downloaded it. She looked even more gorgeous now. Eyes wide open in pure terror with sweat glistening off her nude body. Her recently de-virginised cunt exposed for his eyes to enjoy and her perfect teen tits tormented by the painful clamps of a set of jumper cables.

Smiling to himself, he left clicked and watched as she squirmed with an extremely painful voltage of electricity jolting through her vulnerable body. He laughed as he listened to her screaming through the ballgag that had been jammed into her mouth. Rosie's head fell to her chest and she started to sob even harder. Titwhipper5 then turned his attention to Alice who was looking at her sister spasming from that last shock and mumbling something inaudible through her gag. Her tits were about a cup larger than Rosie's and were even better for whipping. He moved his mouse towards the button that would shock the both of them and was about to press when something caught his attention.

"No please stop hurting them! Please tell me what you want! I'll do anything! Just stop hurting them...I'm begging you."

God that milf was hot. It was one thing to watch a hot piece of ass like Amanda hurt a girl but making a woman who clearly didn't want to was even hotter. She was in her 40s but looked like she wasn't even 30. The things he would like to do to her. He then looked at the crying well beaten slave girl on the ground and snickered at the slight of Tash holding her sore pussy in pain. It was always amusing to see her suffering but humiliating her was even better.

"Titwhipper5 says do you have Tash's leash and that big strap-on that Amanda fucked her with a week ago?"

Elizabeth watched as the filming crew recording this deprived show searched inside the boxes that they had brought with them. They took out a black leather dog leash and then a large rubber dildo with a series of interwoven nylon straps.

"Titwhipper5 says make Tash to look into the camera and tell us that she's here to suffer for our pleasure."

"Tash um...Tash sweetheart, can you please look into the camera and...and...oh for fucks sakes she's a person not a plaything!"

Alice and Rosie started screaming as a jolt of current ripped through them. Elizabeth looked away, unable to watch her angels thrashing against their bounds in anguish once again.

"I'm...this cunt is here to suffer for your pleasure."

Tash had gotten up and had crawled closer to the camera. She starred into the black lens and looked at her own reflection. Her blue eyes were filled with tears that blurred her vision and her lips were trembling as she degraded herself for the entertainment of those watching her misery.

"Titwhipper5 says put her leash on and walk her like a dog. Then make the bitch bark."

The leash was thrown to Elizabeth. It landed in her arms and she felt the texture of the leather. Threading the length through her fingers, she stopped when reaching the metal clip that was used to attach the leash to the collar of an animal. Bending down and clipping it to the collar locked around Tash's neck felt so wrong.

She straightened up and held the leash in her hand as Tash strayed on her all fours. She took and step and then stopped as Tash started to crawl like a dog. Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to throw the leash she was holding on the floor and end this humiliating charade of dehumanisation that Tash was having to endure. She looked at her two daughters and forced herself to keep holding Tash's leash.

"Titwhipper5 says I don't hear any barking."

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

What made it all worse was the way that it seemed like Tash had been made to do this before. She added a cute little whine and pant in every now and again in between her barks.

"Titwhipper5 says what breed of bitch are you Tash?"

"I'm...I'm a fuckpuppy woof."

"Titwhipper5 says lol your a stupid puppy dog. Listen carefully, you're going to get that strap-on from your masters and you're going to deep throat it whilst putting it onto the milf. Then your going to beg for a bowl of dog food and not that nice crap that you fed to the gingers yesterday, the disgusting kind that is still too good for you. Then you're going to spread your ass and beg Elizabeth to fuck you whilst you eat and bark."

Elizabeth couldn't take much more. She felt a sudden rush of guilt and shame overwhelming her as she remembered how she had complained when Tash had brought her and her family bowls of dry dog food. If that was considered "nice" then what could possibly be worse?The silver dog bowl that she had peed in and Tash had then drank from was kicked over to her and an old looking rusted can was rolled over. The aluminium tin can collided with the bowl making a gentle tink sound as the two metal objects connected with one another.

Elizabeth picked it up with her shaking right hand. With her nervous grasp, she nearly dropped it as it slid out of her fingers before she was able to steady herself with her left. The metal was cold and what was once a shiny silver was now shades of rusted brown and orange. There were the remnants of a paper label that used to coat along the ridges and a handle was on the top so the lid of the tin could be pulled back without the need of a can opener. She heard on to it tightly in her hands finding a tiny glimpse of comfort as it reminded her of a can of baked beans. Elizabeth wasn't much of a cook. Her poor daughters knew that. They were both a million times better in the kitchen than her but for some unknown reason, they still smiled whenever she made beans on toast for them.

Her small personal sanctuary away from what was happening was quickly invaded by the sound of Alice and Rosie screaming again as another bolt of electricity flowed through them. Tash crawled towards the strap-on that had been positioned on the floor in shot of a camera. Barking like a dog as she limped to it, she did her best to look away from the camera to avoid it capturing her tears as she cried from the humiliation. The rubber false phalis was massive and looked more like a tool from the medieval ages than anything that would provide pleasure.

Tash nudged it slightly with her nose before she took the tip into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head and she started to make her way down the shaft. About a third of the way down, she gagged as the tip reached the back of her throat. She kept on gagging as she choked on the fake cock. Her body made a that instinctive jerky heaving motion that comes before someone throws up as her gag reflex was repeatedly triggered. She amazingly managed to force two thirds down her throat before she struggled to keep it in as she crawled back to Elizabeth.

The straps were all undone meaning that Tash had to thread all the buckles whilst she choked. She successfully managed to buckle one when a couple inches escaped and spit shot out landing on Elizabeth's stomach and thighs. Elizabeth quickly helped fasten the strap-on to her pelvis in order for Tash to take it out of her mouth. She coughed and was desperate for air when the large rubber dildo slipped out of her throat. Retching and gagging in between breathes, she bowed hutched over at Elizabeth's bare feet. Her spit dipping down her chin onto her abused breasts.

"Titwhipper5 says beg."

Like a well trained pet, Tash raised herself up to her knees and positioned her hands to her chest like curled up paws. She stuck her tongue out and started to pant as she mimicked how a dog begs its owner for food. Looking at her human, sad and lonely eyes, Elizabeth could see just how much she hatred doing this.

She opened the can as fast as she could so Tash could stop. The smell was foul and caused her to cover her nose in order to not gag. Pouring the mixture into the dog bowl, the contents came out in glops which spodged as the landed down in an inedible heap. Tash looked up at the people filming her. Her eyes begging them not to make her eat this. She looked even more broken as she shuffled herself around in between Elizabeth and the dog bowl. Her hands went to her ass and she spread her spanked butt cheeks exposing her tight round asshole.

"Please...please fuck my ass."

"It's...it's way too big. I won't be able to fit it in her."

"Titwhipper5 says I don't care. Hate fuck that bitch."

Tash kept her ass spread as Elizabeth steadied herself. Looking down at the strap-on worn around her waist was an unsettling sight. The rubber felt horrid and rough in her hand as she aimed it at Tash's soon to be violated asshole. The tip pushed against the girl causing a loud pitiful sob. Elizabeth tried to be gentle but there was no way that something that size wouldn't hurt.

She pushed the thing in slowly and carefully rubbed Tash's shoulders to try and comfort her whilst raping her ass. Tash dropped her hands free from her ass and instead went to cover her face to preserve the smallest shred of dignity as a camera zoomed in for a closeup. Alice and Rosie both screamed again and kept on screaming after the shock had passed, their pain tolerances surpassed forcing Elizabeth to fuck Tash harder for the sake of her daughters.

"Titwhipper5 says start eating and remember to keep barking."

"Woof woof oh god please not that rough AAHH woof...woof."

Her daughters screamed again because she wasn't putting on enough of a show. Panicking, Elizabeth reached out for Tash's leash and started to pull on it choking her. Her other hand then went to Tash's body feeling her ribs before she squeezed on a handful of the girl's right breast and proceeded to molest her. Her hips began to move faster despite how difficult it was to force the cock into Tash's ass. The pace in which Elizabeth was fucking her sped up from a gentle slow approach to full on pounding causing Tash to release a mixture of pained groans and full on screams.

She tasted her own tears while her nose was assaulted by the smell of the aged dog food that leaked out a disgusting and smelly liquid as it sat in her bowl. She forced herself to open her mouth and she anxiously took a bite of her gritty mud like meal. The rotten remains of what once was dog food landed on her tongue and she physically shook from the repulsiveness. She completely stopped moving as she fought every instinct in her body that told her to spit it out. She stopped groaning as Elizabeth tortured her ass and couldn't chew or swallow the awful substance inside her mouth. She couldn't even blink.

"Titwhipper5 says does that taste nice Tash?"

The remainder of the ten minutes given to Titwhipper5 was spent with Tash going through an endless circle of choking on the dog food, gagging as she tried to not throw up followed by weeping as Elizabeth brutalised her asshole and then barking to satisfy his cruel demands. The entire thing would then start all over again. More eating dog food, more rough anal sex and more barking like a dog. She was made to slurp up whatever liquid it was that collected in her bowl before she finally finished and had just the ass pounding to endure. Her face was buried in the bowl as she was unable to lift her head up without being sick. A pool of her bile formed which ended up spreading as it covered her face.

"Titwhipper5's time has ended."

Elizabeth took her strap-on out of Tash's ass and watched as her asshole gaped open wide. It opened and closed slightly as if it was panting for air. The mother slowly inched away from her abused victim in the hope that it was finally over. From the laptop, revolting commentary played out of viewers congratulating Titwhipper5 for his ingenious thinking and artistic vision. A small electronic clock once again counted down until the next raffle winner was chosen.

She turned her attention back to Tash who hadn't moved. Her face was still in the bowl with her ass sticking up in the air, exposed for the cameras to capture which triggered more lewd comments to be typed. Elizabeth really didn't want to hurt the poor thing anymore. She had done enough to make Tash miserable but she turned to her daughters crying as the jumper cables continued to torment them.

Rosie was sobbing uncontrollably as she looked to mother for help. Her nude body was covered in sweat and a pool of her own pee had formed on the ground as it dribbled down her leg. Alice too was in agony. The young woman looked away as she cried. The sight in front and around her was too much for her to take. Slowly turning her head, she took a peek before gasping and quickly looking away again.

"And the next winner is...Doc."

"Doc says take off the strap-on and have Tash lick it clean. It is important to keep clean sex toys."

Close to having a mental breakdown, Elizabeth obeyed taking off the strap-on and placing it on the ground for Tash to embarrass herself further. Instead Tash didn't move. Elizabeth didn't even think she had heard or acknowledged anything that had happened in the last couple of minutes. Elizabeth yanked on her leash and forced Tash to crawl towards her. She then started to lick clean the rubber cock that had just been in ass. What was really sad was the fact that it seemed natural to her to do this.

"Doc says Elizabeth you need to prepare the princess' throne. I want you to spill out some thumbtacks onto the seat so Tash will have something comfortable to sit on."

There was no point in protesting. Elizabeth was given a small box of golden thumbtacks which she took over to the chair that they had brought over. She opened the box and emptied it onto the seat, around the two dildos that erected in the centre. Hopefully the fact that not all the points were facing upwards would spare Tash some pain.

"Doc says spread them out and make sure the points are sticking upwards."

How sadistic could these people be? The beautiful redhead turned around to look at Tash who was busy cleaning the strap-on that Elizabeth had used to sodomize her with. She watched carefully and worried as Elizabeth ignored the pleading look in Tash's eyes and sorted the sharp pin that lay spilled out on the seat.

"Doc says good Tash will enjoy sitting on them but I think we should make it extra special. Is there any hot sauce available?"

The blonde woman walked towards Elizabeth with a smile on her face. It was a pretty smile that hid her sadistic intentions. She handed her a small glass bottle. Its contents were semi hidden inside the black coloured glass but the label stuck on the front clearly identified it. A cartoon drawing of crying woman was hogtied along with a description of a devil holding a branding iron close to her ass. By the side of the artwork were the words "extra hot capsaicin sauce".

"Doc says pour it out onto the dildos so Tash can have some lube."

Elizabeth unscrewed the lid and the smell of the spices quickly caused her to hold the bottle away from her face. The heat burning her throat as she accidentally inhaled.

"This...it'll kill her."

There was a long lingering silence as Elizabeth received no answer. It wasn't that they disagreed with her or that they believed her statement, they just didn't care. She quickly poured before Alice and Rosie could be given another shock. Her unsteady hands shook causing more sauce than she had intended to drench the two rubber cocks.

"Doc says make Tash sit in it and strap her down. The doctor will now see her."

She looked over at Tash who had stopped licking the strap-on clean and was now just starring at Elizabeth in horror. She backed away as Elizabeth approached and was breathing heavily in panic. Her head swivelled from side to side as she searched for someone to take mercy on her despite knowing full well that no one would.

"Tash please...please I need you to sit down on that thing."

"No...please don't make me. Please don't make me."

She was crying hysterically which caused snickers and laughter around the room as the film crew enjoyed every moment of it.

Elizabeth grabbed hold of her and struggled to drag her across the room. Tash was laughably weak from exhaustion, salvation and pain. Her feeble attempts at stopping Elizabeth were pathetic like a small child throwing a tantrum. Elizabeth felt her fingers claw her front and legs and was expecting to feel scratches but remembered that Tash had her nails pulled out meaning her fingers just rubbed harmlessly against Elizabeth's sweat covered body.

Her hair was now being yanked as Elizabeth dragged her towards the hellish chair. Tash went down to her knees and looked directly into the camera as the mother kept hold of her brown hair.

"Please don't make me do this. Please I'll do anything you ask. I can be your dog or your...your punching bag. Don't you want to beat me? People are always commenting about how they want to beat me senseless. Just don't make me sit in that please."

"Doc says stop complaining and sit down before I make it even worse."
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on January 07, 2017, 10:35:10 PM
Oh deliciously sadistic.  I'm loving this.  Will we see the family torture each other?  I hope so.  Loving this anyway.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: grendel on February 20, 2017, 10:35:58 AM
Oh my ... this is quite awesome.  Thank you.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on March 20, 2017, 02:12:22 PM
Part 8

Alice

The gag stuffed into her mouth, forcing her jaw open continued to make Alice drool like an animal. Her spit dribbled down her chin and landed on her heaving chest as she tried to breathe through all the pain. She could feel the sweat coating her body which glistened under the studio lights that were being used to light up the dungeon from hell.

She closed her eyes to try and get some respite from the nightmarish scene being played in front of her when the jumper cables biting down into the flesh of her nipples were charged up by the car battery once again. The shock that raced through her body was the worst one yet causing Alice to writhe in agony. It felt like every nerve in her body was burning. She fought against her bounds again and found that they wouldn't budge. All she got for her effects was two deep bruises on both her wrists. Her spine was left tangling as Alice finished off letting out a hoarse scream. Her throat raw from her cries of pain.

She heard her sister weeping to her side. Her jumper cables had been mercifully taken off but instead, a man in his 60s who was hold enough to be their grandfather was having his way with her. His white shaggy beard rustled against Rosie's skin as he sunk his teeth into her breasts. He came inside her leaving the ginger teenager a sobbing mess. Another equally disgusting and vile man took his place and roughly violated the barely legal teen.

Alice watched her sister get gangraped for the second time in just as many days. She listened to her screams until she couldn't take it anymore and forced herself to look away. The sight in front of her was no better. Her mother had managed to force Tash to sit down on that torturous chair. The poor girl was convulsing and screaming like nothing Alice had ever seen before. She had help treat patients that were in car crashes, people who had broken bones sticking out of them, who were missing limbs and yet all of that was nothing to what Tash was being forced to endure. The size of those dildos would have hurt by themselves but when coated with a thick layer of capsaicin sauce, Alice simply couldn't imagine how much pain she was in.

The asshole responsible for this cruelty was making her mother suck on Tash's tits in a form of sadistic lesbianism for his entertainment. The jumper cables came to live once more and Alice found herself screaming once again. The metal clips were now painfully hot as they started to glow. Alice's head dropped as her eyes started to roll towards the back of her head.

"Erh mgh ahh."

Grunting sounds like a wild animal. Her body hurt and she was only remaining vertically upright thanks to the bondage cuffs locked uncomfortably tight around her wrists. She felt something. Warm breathe spewing across her face which stunk. She opened her eyes wide in shock before quickly closing them again as the elderly man who was previously raping Rosie grunted in front of Alice's face. He quickened his pace pumping harder than ever at the thought of a conscious victim. He was inside her. He was inside her. That single thought repeated itself over and over again in her head. She felt his cock entering and exiting her body being forced to acknowledge every throb and slither of the old man's rod.

It hurt so much. Opening her tear soaked eyes, Alice saw Rosie staring back at her with the same sad look of helplessness that had been on her face. She gasped when the jumper cables were reattached and screamed through her gag their tormentors optioned to attach the cables to her sore pussylips instead of her nipples. Rosie's knees shook and her body threatened to throw up from the pain. She gagged and a small amount of bile escaped through the gag.

The man ravishing Alice lost control as he witnessed the revoltion and pulled out of the older sister before shooting his cum out onto her stomach. It was only then that Alice realised how much cum there was on her. How many times had she been raped while she was passed out?

"Elite_pain says I had so much fun Elizabeth. You make a good dom. I had wanted to see Tash turned into a pin cushion since the moment I saw the stupid slut. Dreams do come true."

Elizabeth had spent the last ten minutes pushing thin metal needles through various parts of Tash's body. The viewer going by the name "elite_pain" had directed her to threading the sharp needles into the most sensitive parts of Tash's tortured body. A barrage of needles poked out of her tits with two sticking through each nipple like a cross. Several had been placed through her pussylips into the rubble of the dildo that was still punishing her and a final set of four were pierced through her tongue. The sight was grotesque as Tash would spasm every now and again in pure agony.

They left her there as another man positioned his hard cock towards Alice's pussy, they made her sister and mother watch as she was violated over and over.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on March 20, 2017, 03:09:38 PM
Wow thanks for the update.  Good job.  I like the idea of the e-mails, especially if the girls have to read them aloud about what the viewers want to see happen to them.  A suggestion?  Maybe a special someone has a birthday and he/she  picks what to happen next and the chosen victim has to read it before it happens.  Love this story jumper cables, pins 'n' needles. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on March 21, 2017, 11:19:57 PM
Wow thanks for the update.  Good job.  I like the idea of the e-mails, especially if the girls have to read them aloud about what the viewers want to see happen to them.  A suggestion?  Maybe a special someone has a birthday and he/she  picks what to happen next and the chosen victim has to read it before it happens.  Love this story jumper cables, pins 'n' needles. 

Open to request.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on April 06, 2017, 01:26:48 PM
I really like degradation, humiliation and general pain.  (In my fantasies I'm almost always a sadist). 

SO for instance A fan writes in a painful utterly humiliating scenario.  Mom reads it aloud and chooses which of her daughters has to do it.  If she doesn't choose both her daughters will have to do it.  Bonus points i the other daughter ass fucks her mom, with a strap-on, while mom  licks Tash's ass. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on April 09, 2017, 11:43:37 PM
Part 9

Tash

"I'm sorry. This...it's going to hurt but it's the last one."

Tash hugged her arms tighter around Alice's leg and rested her pained face onto her skin. Her tears ran down the attractive and kind nurse's calf as she took a deep breath and prepared herself for anguish as the last needle stabbed into her body was carefully pulled out. A gentle hand stroked across her light brown hair soothing her before Alice wrapped her arms around her in a warm hug. Tash cried on her shoulder, sobbing loudly in all too familiar pain.

"It's okay Tash, it's okay. I know it hurts but it'll get better."

Her red hair fell gently on Tash's face like snowdrops. The red strands were a mess and smelled of sweat and smoke which contrasted sharply to the smell of roses which had pleasantly scented Alice's naturally red hair. Despite being shocked and raped, Alice still smelt nice. Really nice. Tash found herself trying to sniff for more. She liked smelling something nice instead of odours that infested her life. The men who owned her wore cheap cologne and Amanda wore a perfume that smelt sweet and made Tash think of summer. The smell of cheap cologne and summer fruits were unfortunately now forever associated with the countless beatings that had been given to her without ration.

She took another sniff before stopping herself. She didn't know why she wanted to smell Alice so badly. Maybe it was to keep her mind occupied. To keep it distracted from thinking about how she'd been tortured for four hours with hot sauce still burning away inside her cunt and asshole despite her best effects at cleaning herself. Maybe it was so she could forget about having to degrade herself for everyone who tuned in daily to see her get tortured by acting like their favourite dog. She hatred having to make those barking sounds so much. There was also the way needles had been threaded through her tongue and pussylips. Then so many had been pushed into her tits that they looked more like pincushions than part of her body.

Of course all of that was nothing compared to hearing the comments of her fans. The ways they wanted to hurt her. Their brutal fantasies of how they would rape her. How they wanted her to suffer for them over and over again.

She let go of Alice to hunch over and throw up. Her heart raced out of control and her mind spiralled with thoughts of what was going to happen to her next crashing like war drums. The whippings. The beatings. The rape. The screaming. The begging. The thrashing. The caning.

She couldn't take anymore.

"Please...please kill me."

Alice held her hands over her mouth. Her face told the whole story. She let out a quiet whimper and her brown deer like eyes watered up with tears.

"Please kill me."

Alice grabbed her. Her left hand gripping  onto Tash's hips while her right cupped her face. She then looked into her eyes. Her pretty blue eyes that told her the truth to the lies whispering out from her mouth. Tash wanted to live. She wanted it so badly. That hunger for life was the only thing that had kept her alive.

"Please just kill..."

Her lips shaped themselves to form those sharp heartbreaking lies once again. Only this time, Alice didn't allow them. She pressed her lip against hers and closed her eyes. Tash kept her's open the whole time as Alice explored her mouth with her tongue.

She looked at her panting when she pulled away. Saddened that the expression of brokenness on Tash's face had never changed, she looked away embarrassed. She tried to get up, her face red as she remembered her mother and sister where locked in cages behind her. Tash grabbed her hand to stop her. She didn't want her to go anywhere.

They stared longingly at each other. Their eyes both showing how scared and worried they were. Tash launched herself, knocking Alice over on her back. She kissed her. Alice's lips felt so soft on her. Their tongues dancing together. She teased her way downwards and suckled on her pink nipples as she listened to Alice's moans. She slide down further to serve her. As her tongue flavoured what seemed to be the nicest thing she'd ever tasted, she closed her eyes and squeezed out a single tear. Emotions she had forgotten she'd possessed came flooding back to her like a warm ray to comforting heat.

Tash wanted this moment to last forever. Deep down, she knew it wouldn't.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on April 10, 2017, 01:02:42 AM
Very nice...I LOVE THIS STORY!  I always look forward to your updates on this story. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: grendel on April 15, 2017, 01:23:02 PM
YES ...  ;D  ... AWESOME work ... so fucking HOT!!  Thank you!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on April 28, 2017, 12:15:54 PM
Part 10

Alice

The bright lights that lit up the room to enable the cameras constantly filming them an unhindered shot made sleep difficult to achieve. They were strong and shone through Alice's eyelids no matter how tightly she closed them. It was however when she would reopen them were the lights really tormented her like salt being poured into her eyes as the peaceful allure of darkness was shattered by all illuminating light.

Light that prevented her from hiding away from the cruel reality she found herself living. She had slept in an awkward position with her back leaning across the bars of her cage. "Her cage" those words sounded strange in her head as she tried to grasp reality.

Ache and pain, almost to the point that it was numbing but not quite there sparing her no anguish, run across her body as if it was radiating from her core. Her tits were still red and the marks left by the jumper cables where as deep and vicious looking as they had been last night. She looked down at them and winced as she grated her teeth, she had bit down so hard on her gag that her teeth had been chipped.

Trying her best to ignore the abuse she had endured, a task made almost impossible from how sore her throat was from screaming so much and how it hurt with every breath. Her mind came to the one fact that she could not ignore no matter how hard she tried. She had been raped. She had been raped multiple times and her rapist's cum had formed a small puddle as it leaked out from between her legs. Alice had watched helplessly as her sister, Rosie had been raped in front of her. The horror of witnessing such an event had seemed world shattering but it was nothing compared to actually having gone through it herself. She had felt their every thrust, their every breath and had understood just how easy it was for them to violate her in the worse way anyone could violate a woman.

Now she sat, in a locked room with a dog collar around her neck chained to a cage. Her cage. Unable to fully process the events of the last few days, she sat there with no emotion on her face. A blank doll for someone to draw tears from.

She felt something move and tickle her thigh. Looking down, she noticed Tash sleeping on her lap. Listening to her breathing, Alice was relieved to hear that she had stopped making the hoarse choking sounds after that blonde woman had force a horse sized dildo down her throat until she fainted last night.

Alice's mother had tortured Tash to near death. Not willingly, she had been forced to. Afterwards Alice had been allowed to treat her the best she could. What she didn't know was that the care she was giving Tash was just so she would be ready to be tortured again the next day. For a week now, that was what had happened each and every day. Alice would be forced to watch the beautiful young girl that was asleep on her lap get tortured over and over again. No wonder she had begged Alice to kill her. A part of her wanted to grant the request in order to stop them hurting her. Instead, she just got her ready for the next round of abuse.

Her hand brushed away Tash's soft brown hair from her face. She did so carefully to not wake the poor girl. Her black eye and split lip had almost completely healed but the injuries along with the ruined mascara blemished her face. Still, even with the signs of abuse marking her, she was still angelic. An angel sent from heaven who had sadly fallen into hell.

Alice looked at her handy work, the bandages she had wrapped around Tash. A thick binding of fabric was around her abdomen to help her with her broken ribs while another was on her arm. Alice had finished that one off in a bow and had been treated to seeing Tash smile at the gesture.

The injuries that they would inflict on her seemed to get worse and worse each time. Alice had applied a plaster on her back to stop the bleeding from a whip stroke which wouldn't stop no matter how much salt they rubbed into it. Having to hold Tash still when she had tried to wash the wounds on her back with ice cold water was not too different from Alice had helped a doctor pull out a lead pipe embedded in a patient's foot. The screaming, sobbing and begging that resulted from pure primal suffering had been identical.

There were also the bite marks left in Tash's leg that looked like they had came from a large dog. She wouldn't tell Alice what had caused it when the men had dragged her back into the dungeon. She didn't talk at all that day. Nor did she cry or interact with Alice, hugging her to find what little comfort she could, Tash just lay on the ground staring blankly at the lights while a pool of cum leaked out of cunt. All Alice could do for her was pray that it was from a human.

She held the sleeping girl closer and planted a little kiss on her cheek before holding gently to one of her hands which were without nails due to having them pulled off prior to Alice and her family meeting her. Tash squeezed softly back and opened her eyes. She looked up at Alice before giving a weak smile and then closing her eyes once again. She then fidgeted slightly as she made herself comfortable once more in Alice's lap.

Seeing Tash's lips produce a smile for her filled Alice with a deep sense of guilt. It was heartbreaking each time she heard her thank their captors for torturing her and the way she called them master and mistress was soul destroying. What was once was hearing her beg. Alice had often heard her begging them tho whip her harder, to rape her more brutally and to do whatever they wanted with her. She had begged whenever they threatened to hurt Alice instead.

Looking at the girl in her lap once more, Alice watched her get what little sleep she could. The holes her mother had made by threading needles into the most sensitive parts of Tash's bodies had been used to forced a series of piercings through her flesh. Her tongue had a line of barbells aligned in the middle to "make blowjobs more fun" and three small metal rings in her pussylips were often used to spread her cunt wide open. An older piercing had been added back through her nose in between her nostrils as if she was a cow and then there was the two large rings which decorated her nipples. They just provided yet another way to hurt Tash as they were tugged, twisted and targeted for abuse during sex. Right now, a padlock was locked in between them forcing Tash's nipples painfully close together, stretched as if they were going to be ripped.

"How's she doing?"

Alice turned around to see her mother in her cage. She looked past her expecting to see Rosie before remembering that they had taken her away a week ago. Neither Alice or her mother had seen Rosie since then and both worried about what was being done to her and whether or not she was still alive.

"Better. I think she's still in a lot of pain but with the way those bastards keep hurting her, that's to be expected."

"I mean how is she down there?"

Alice looked at mother and saw the shame on her face with her eyes watering as she looked away. After she had been forced to follow the orders of the viewers during that show, Elizabeth hadn't been able to even look at Tash without hating herself. The worst had been when she had forced Tash to sit on two capsaicin sauce coated dildos and having to watch her convulse in agony.

"The swelling has somehow miraculously gone down despite what they keep doing to her and she can pee without passing out now."

Both mother and daughter remained silent. It had been this way since Alice had kiss Tash. Neither of them being able to find the right words and having to spend a large portion of their time watching Tash get tortured.

"Mum do you want to talk?"

"Why...why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to but I...I was scared."

The gaps between each sentence was filled with a misty silence. They were picking their words carefully not knowing what to say.

"Alice, you know you can tell me anything right? I'm your mother and I'm going to love you no matter what. You...you should have told me."

"I...I didn't know how you would react. You've always talked about wanting grandchildren and..."

They carried on in their conversation finding strength in talking to each other. All this happening while both Alice and Elizabeth were fully nude and with it being streamed all across the dark web. Worse still, another show was just about to begin.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on April 28, 2017, 05:00:32 PM
OH MY GOD!! I FUCKING LOVE THIS STORY.  I'd almost say 'it gets better 'n' better.'  But I don't think it can possibly get any better CUZ IT'S ALREADY FUCKIN' AWESOME.    Bravo, bravo, bravo.   And now Rosie is MIA.  GAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Skygazer on April 28, 2017, 10:43:15 PM
Absolutely fantastic!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: grendel on May 02, 2017, 04:24:06 PM
Yes ... great update!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: SickoChickMandy on May 16, 2017, 03:10:52 PM
Mister Beater,
I'm Mandy or Noemandy and thanks for redirecting me to this site. I realized that I registered some time ago but completely forgot about it while now I peek in every single day.

I have utterly enjoyed this story. That is true despite the fact I usually dislike first person perspective, but your way of writing is just astonishing. In general I loved your talented style, the way of how you describe things and make the story going. Secondly I really loved the level of cruelty, the sadists and their wicked games and of course the poor victim's suffering and reactions. Let me recite some of the most memorable paragraphs from the story with some comments to give you some idea why I enjoyed your work so much.

"We waited for her to stop yelling through her gag and struggling against her bounds before we started filming. The camera zoomed in to the black sack that covered her head and then proceeded to zoom out and move down her body to give the viewers a good look at our lovely victim. She was tied down to a chair with her arms handcuffed and chained to the ceiling. Her legs were bound together by thick leather belts at her ankles and knees and a piece of string was looped around each of her toes, pulling them back to show the soles of her feet. The camera focused on her breasts which weren't as big as some of the past stars I've worked with but they were still appealing and looked perfect to whip. Her nipples were hard due to the cold gust that creeped through the hidden door of my barn and her chest roused up and down as she took deep breaths. Sweat covered her body and the poor bitch was shaking in fear. We had entertained ourselves for a bit by creeping up to her and groping her body while we waited for the cameras to be set up. Hearing her scream and try to shake the hood of her face so she could see what we were doing to her had convinced everyone that she would be great fun to hurt."
The very first paragraph and already and awesome scene, the perfect opening. Great atmosphere and really chilling vivid image not to mention how the storyteller builds up the basic tension by hinting those chunks of information. Right here this tells that he is a bad guy who considers the girl being just another 'film star', just another 'bitch' who is tied, scared and will surely face horrible things. Also I must admit that given my foot fetish the story right here grabbed my very attention.

"My co-host, Amanda, tapped me on my shoulder and smiled. She was looking forward to this. A ravishing blonde who was as sadistic as anyone I've worked with, me and her made a good team."
So rare while so desied to have female sadists in stories like this and I can tell right now that really enjoyed Amanda's character all along... and not because we share the same name :-) She is a really sick bitch and I adore her kind.

"The camera filmed as Amanda carefully brushed the slut's brown hair and tied it in a ponytail to prevent it covering her face. Tears rolled down her face and her pretty light blue eyes pleaded for someone to help her."
Your way of describing casual actions not to mention the reaction of the victim is really unique and absolutely perfect. Very few writers out there are able to use these tricks to bring life and realism into the stories but you do that very well. I'm a collector and fan of extreme stories (and graphic artwork as well) and familiar with the works of many authors but you are clearly one of the best I know. Style reminds me an author who was writing under the nick 'Baer-chen' almost two decades ago.

"Welcome to another episode of slut torture entertainment. As you can see we have a lovely new model who can't wait to suffer for you."
My words caused the girl to fight against her cuffs and cry out before Amanda administered another slap. She then continued with the introduction.
"To celebrate the anniversary of this show we have a special event lined up for you."
"That's right Amanda. To celebrate we are going to provide you sadist with an update each day starring this wonderful cunt."
"And in each update we will be taking inspiration from the very best scenes that we've filmed over the years. The harshest whippings, the brutalise rapes, the cruelest of canings and other fan favourites."
"Now then, let's introduce you to the star of show."

The style of galas, talkshows and reality shows successfully implemented into a hardcore non-con torture story. Many many authors used the base scene here, including myself, but few of them managed to reach a really believale yet overly stimulating atmosphere. Either live shows or online internet shows, either rape, torture of snuff scenes this is one of the most popular way of framing a tale but even after hundreds of similar fictions I must say yours is absolutely in the top 1%.

"Listen very carefully cunt. This battery has been modified to give a safe shock but it will still hurt like hell. We're going to ask you a series of questions and every time you don't answer or we think you're lying, we're going fry your tits. You got that?"
Although not clear who speaks here, the storyteller or Amanda (suppose its the storyteller as he would mention if other character was talking) but the idea itself to make the victim introduce herself by using some 'gentle' pressure is great and performed in a lovely way!

"How many guys have you fucked?"
Her face went red with embarrassment. Her lips quivered as she answered.
"3."
We immediately shocked her again because she was lying."
"AARRGH I'm telling the truth. I've only slept with three guys."
"No you haven't. Just in this room I can count 7 guys and one girl."
It took a while for her to process this information. Her eyes lit up in shock and for the first time, her body allowed her to concentrate on how sore her pussy felt.
"You...you raped me."

I admit that it's the physical abuse what turns me on the most (pain and phsical suffering) but at the same time mental and emotional torture also must have its role in a story like this and that includes humiliation and degradation. And right from the beginning I can see that being applied and inserted in the story in a really smart way, forcing the victim to actively interact. Kudos, great way of doing this!

"Tomorrow we would continue but first we needed to get the branding irons ready."
Dramatic and anticipation invoking chapter ending placed rightly at the right time, loved it, great writer trick to keep attention. You use such hints a lot and that is a geat tool if not overused but as I realized I just loved all these hints thorough the story. Also I'm somewhat devoted to heat and fire torture... so this was like written for me personally.

"As you know, we have never tried anything like this before and we have no real idea of what's going to happen to poor Tash after a couple of weeks. In fact we've been taking bets, my moneys on her going bat shit crazy. Of course we all agreed that we need to take precautions so today we're going to be concentrating on her feet to make sure she doesn't run away."
She grabbed Tash's feet and gave her soles a little tickle."

I just like when a lot of sexy talking going on in a story. Sexy for sadists and horrible for the victim of course. This here in particular sweet acording to my taste because of my aformentioned foot fetish; I was totally wet by here when read your story the first time.

"She rolled the table that had carried the car battery over to Tash to show her today's tools of abuse. Ten wooden toothpicks, a pair of scissors, a rattan cane, a branding iron and a propane touch."
Knowing that 2 feet possess 10 toes and 10 toothpicks looked suspicios... and when foot torture is about to come I like most toenail torture and different ways of foot burning and this little list of tools just had so many promises for me!

"I want you to count the strokes. If you don't I'll start over from the beginning again."
While this is a common bdsm practise but still, for me, it's not just about further degradation but having the victim actively involved in her suffering. In general I like 'active' torments and intense interaction between the sadist and the victim and knowing that later you will use this a lot all over the tale I must say you gained another good point here.

"Amanda looked like a sweet girl next door who wouldn't hurt a fly but looks could be deceiving because she was as much a monster as I was. If not more."

What a pity she is fictional... or maybe not... :-) Anyway, my very favorite kind of character!

"Amanda took the toothpicks and neatly placed them in a row on the table. Seeing her do this, one of the camera men left the room and I felt a little uneasy too. Quite a lot of us turned away as she pushed the pick down underneath Tash's toe nails. It wasn't because we didn't have the guts to hurt a girl that much. No we've done much worse things before but seeing a nail separate from the skin membrane beneath it and slowly watching the blood gather was a ghastly slight that made anyone cringe. Anyone but Amanda that was who was giddying with glee as she pushed toothpick after toothpick under Tash's nails. Wow the girl was screaming loudly. She ended up throwing up as Amanda pulled a toothpick out from one of her pinky toes only to stick it back in.
Tash was slipping in and out of consciousness. Her head was hung low and her mouth was gaping wide open to get as much air as possible. She was starting to hyperventilate in panic. Amanda pushed the last pick in and Tash fainted. Not done yet, Amanda took the scissors and sipped the points of the toothpicks that were sticking out from Tash's toes. The wood splintered and become too short for her to pull out. She then suckled and licked each toe, seductively moaning at her work. I poured some alcohol on Tash's feet to make sure her wounds didn't get affected before allowing Amanda to continue.
She lit the propane touch and heated the up the branding iron while she waited for Tash to wake up. Figuring it would be a while for her to wake up on her own, we filled a bucket full of ice water and cucked it at her. She awoke gasping as cold and suffering tightened around her. When the iron was glowing white hot, Amanda teasingly positioned it inches away from Tash's face and moved it slowly down her body. The heat that radiated from that thing caused Tash to stop panting as she turned away and closed her eyes. Tears forced their ways from her eyelids down her cheek. When it reached her tortured feet, Amanda aimed right at the welts of her soles and pushed the branding iron into Tash's skin. She once again fought against her bounds for the hundredth time today and was once again unsuccessful. The iron was heated back up and her other sole was burnt. I had no idea how she managed to stray conscious as she smelled her own burning flesh. It was completely sick."

I took the liberty to read these three paragraphs approximately 6 times and enjoyed two actual orgasms. I feel only pity for not having these actions elaborated in even greater detail dedicating let's say three paragraphs for each actions; toothpicks and branding iron. In fact you solved the question well b sending out the camera man and telling how uneasy the guys felt about it so it makes sense that the storyteller would not describe more in deeper details. Anyway, it was awesome to read such actions and still more detailed than most writers who ever got to actions like pins under nails. This sentence is jus amazing: "but seeing a nail separate from the skin membrane beneath it and slowly watching the blood gather was a ghastly slight that made anyone cringe"
Well, never seen the picks would had been cropped and turned into unremovable appendages of the nails; that was an amazing move!

"I took a bar of soap that I had cut down into a small square and dripped it into a bucket to get it wet. I then forced it into Tash's mouth and covered it with my hand so she couldn't spit it out.
"Eat it."
The dumb bitch tried swallowing it all at once but choked. She gagged and her face beautifully expressed her disgust as she tried to spit it out. The sharp taste of the soap tormented her tongue. It took her a almost 5 minutes before she finished. I forced her mouth open to see soap bubbles around her teeth, tongue and at the back of her throat."

A bar of soap not necessarily the most hideous torture device one can think of and still.. you made it be one. Not to mention that how nicely this whole scene is boosted by thre words: "The dumb bitch...". I loved the cleaning.

"Eventually I lost control of myself and I pulled out of her before rushing to her bowl and ejaculating into her food. Tash stared exhausted and on the brink of how much she could take. As if having to eat dog food wasn't degrading enough, now a thick coating of cum belonging to the monster who just ravished her covered the smelly gruel."

This was a nice idea. You can find a lot cum on food vids out there but few of them have this 'meal rape' feeling about them and I find this an especially lovely wa of degradation.

"Amanda came over to me and give my cock a lick before taking it in her mouth and sucking out any remaining cum. She then spat it out into Tash's bowl and gave me a final lick and kiss on the tip. This wasn't asked of her as I knew she didn't like putting on performances like this on camera but she perhaps was feeling a little jealous and didn't like the fact that I fucked that bitch. We weren't sleeping together but there was that spark between us. I didn't know how it was possible but I had a feeling that Amanda was going to be even crueler to Tash the next chance she got."
I disagree with this paragrapgh. And I loved this paragraph. :-D

"Everyone except for Tash of course who was being raped in every way possible. Missionary, double penetration, triple penetration, skull fucked and everything else we could think of.
Her hair was pulled, her ass spanked red. Those tits of her were mashed between rough hands and covered in bite marks. Bruises marked every inch of her body as she was slapped and punch to enhance the experience. As soon as someone pulled out of her, another started his turn. Her screaming got me hard again and I helped myself to another round of ass fucking her. Even Amanda put on a large strap on and joined in the fun to not be left out.
We lost track of how long we've been fucking her. By the end, she was a whimpering mess and her dog bowl was filled with our cum. Some of us then emptied our bladders into the mixture just to add to the flavour of Tash's reward for being such a good whore. "

This was quite a short description of the monumental rape scene aim to spice her food. On the other hand you can read so many rape and sex stories that's in fact this is the part what can hardly be unique, so I understand not making this too long. I was happy to see that some pee got into game as well.

"I yanked her up by her hair and delivered a hard slap. She was crying so much and the look on her face when she opened her mouth expecting me to use her mouth again was priceless. I dished out another slap to her for being such a slut. I then slapped her again just for the fun of it."
This was a priceless little comment altogether. Really like how to imagine the victim's reactions and counteractions by the sadist :-)

"Not entirely sure what to do to her next. Any suggestions?"

Wish I was around when this question was asked :-) Anyway, some of Archon1980's ideas sounded ideal.

While I like really graphic and deep details actually I did not mind you jumped over a couple of days and described the applied torments and rape in a few sentences, especially as those were classic and million times described methods. With this way you managed to keep the attention of your readers.

"Aw that's a shame because we love having you here. We have so much planned for you but if you really want to leave, that's up to you."
My words took her by surprise and the dumb bitch even gave me a smile.
"There's just one thing you have to do and we'll let you go. I want something to remember you by so pull out one of your finger nails for me."

She is indeed dumb... in Zerns comics the sadists always play this game with the victims and they always believe them... but from psychological perspective I guess this is just 'normal'... hope is strong emotion and often the last stronghold. Oh, did I mention that besides toenails I also adore fingernails? :-)

" She placed her left thumb nail between the pliers and closed her eyes before starting to pull."
This is mistake. No one would choose a thumb, much more little finger.

"I grabbed her hand and pulled her thumb nail out as she struggled and fought against me.
"No no don't do this. Please don't. Oh god no. AARRGH AAAHH."
She was crying uncontrollably and she thrashed about on the ground as her nail was ripped from her thumb. The cuticle was thorn from the the fold and bed of skin underneath opened up and leaked with blood."

This was lovely, just again a little bit short for my taste :-) Anyway, I wanted to tell this about the toes as well; you should have given some basic indication about those nails being torture. Length, lacquer etc. Smiliarly about Amanda's fingers; they are often on zoom as she works on Tash.

"What a hot whore. You guys are going too easy on her, torture the bitch 24/7."
"I bet that cunt loves it. Did you hear how she was moaning like a whore when you fucked her. Cut her clit off, she doesn't deserve to feel pleasure."
"I want to see her as a human toilet. You should've drowned her in piss when you were water boarding her."
"Chop her arm off and make her eat it."
I wondered how long we would have to starve her to get her to do that. A week, maybe more.
"What animals do you have on the farm? I bet Tash would love to fuck them."
"Have you cut out one of her kidneys and her liver yet? Sell them and help save lives. I'm just kidding, I want to see her sliced open without anesthetiser."
"How much for her tits? Name your price and I'll pay for having them ripped off and mailed to me."
"Why haven't you stuffed razor wire down her cunt yet?"
"Thank you so much for writing to me. I loved reading about all the things you want to do to me."
"You're all to generous to a stupid worthless whore like me. Stray safe and tune in tomorrow for another fun session of watching me get tortured."

This was AWESOME, really. I loved it. All of it. When read these I wished for seeing all of these fan comments coming into reality, at least in the story's world. And the storyteller's comment about the starving... this is where I understood this story is really as extreme as I like them. Another orgasm here, total three by now. Good job so far :P

"Amanda somehow managed to stretch her hand into Tash's cunt and fisted the teen into cumming for our amusement."
I personally don't believe in this. I mean a seriously raped and tortured woman would be able to exprience orgasm independently from the physical stimuli, and especially if that is actually a painful one. But doesn't matter, this would not ruin this fantastic reading experience at all, just thought to mention.

"Her living conditions were getting worse as the dungeon stunk from her own waste. We probably should have given her a bucket but it was funny watching her crawl to one side of the room, as far as the chain around her neck would allow and then relieve herself like a barn animal."

These little hints and comments about the misery of Tash linked to the fun of the sadists... they are great, and in fact from a sadist perspective, even funny. Actually very funny sometimes :-)

" She received a lot of fucks the first few days but right now with cum plastered all over her face and leaking out of her sore holes, I didn't really want to touch her, never mind fuck her.
I think she knew how disgusting she was right now too and weeped as she acknowledged the camera filming her disgrace."

This makes so much sense and realized so rarely! As the torments progress the victim is getting less and less desirable and whenever multiple rapists work on her after a while only the most perveted would touch her... good point!

"Of course the film crew weren't trilled having to dodge the cows as they tried to film Tash's misery. Eventually they gave up and decided to just cut this scene."

Little detail. unimportant, but so nicely prove that you visualize everything happens in your story. I love it, these make this tale so amazing!

"Nobody's going to hurt you ever again."
You did scare me here... a lot :-) God... so good she woke up finally, this stupid dream was nasty! :-))))

"She obeyed me like a good whore but her face showed how much I had hurt her. Those pretty blue eyes of her's that were pink from crying so much watered up again and her busted lips quivered in the saddest expression I had ever seen."
Really amazing descriptions here and other places about how does she react and what does she look like after a while, namely over 2 weeks of continous rape and torture.

"With one especially nasty swung, the crop shattered in two. Tash screamed and thrashed on the ground. So much for going easy on her I thought but compared to what Amanda really wanted to do, this was light and merciful. If it were up to her, she would nail Tash's tits to a post and then whip her so hard that she frayed her."

Amanda again... and she is held back by these sugar hearted sweet guys... I imagine she is getting frustrated not being let to use all her great ideas...

"Amanda's moans turned into yells of ecstasy as she squirted into Tash's face. Her juices sprayed out and Tash coughed before taking deep long breathes."

I was missing this for a long time, when Amanda will force Tash to lick her and bring her an amazing orgasm. I thought she would do that every single day a couple of times while the guys torture the unfortunate girl.

"He left her with tears building up in her eyes and the all too familiar taste of rancid urine on her tongue. She tried resting but it was impossible to get any sleep like this. The toilet she was tied to had its backrest removed which was where she came in. She was stuck between the tank and the bowl, her breast acting like cushions for people to sit on. Her arms were zip-tied to the seat and her feet were cuffed around the base as if she was hugging it. A pierced of rope pulled on the ponytail that her piss soaked hair was tied in to prevent her from moving away from the streams of piss that were fired at her. As uncomfortable as her bounds were and as much as the taste of human waste products were putrid, it was the smell that was really making her sick. There was just no getting use to the stench."

Awesome human toilet scene and her tits used as cushion is something I never read about, good invention. Indeed good question what kind of bar is that but the scene is great.

"There's nothing hotter than a girl begging you to hurt her while her eyes plead for mercy."
Really? Learn new things every day :-)

"Every time she ate or drank, she was there in that toilet stall again. A dozen streams of piss was being shot into a mouth and there was a nice loaf of human excrement for her to enjoy."
That's what I call a faily ruined psyche... poor Tash, not even food she can enjoy anymore...

"Rosie watched as they undid the rope that was used to suspend her. She hadn't been hanging from her wrists, they had tied the rope around her thumbs to hurt her even worse."
Cannot imagine how painful that could be but like it... hung by thumbs, mmmhhhh.. Also great entry for the family :-)

"And of course we're joined by everyone's favourite punching bag, Tash. Remember to leave a comment as to what punishments you want to see Tash endure. Thank you to Sadist4life125 for last weeks suggestion of pulling out her finger nails, grounding them up and sprinkling them onto her dog food."
OMG... will this be done???

"The birthday girl watched her mother whimper as the man asked her to pick one of her daughters to be raped by a room of sadistic monsters. Her mother kept looking between her and Alice. They were asking her to choose between the two people she loved the most. Which one of her daughters she would rather see ravished and abused in the worst possible way."
That's indeed a tough decision and really like whem pretty girls and women must face tough decisions, the psyhological effect is just lovely. Was a really good move to bring these three into the story.

"Please I'm begging you, fuck me instead. I... I won't resist, you can do whatever you want to me. Just please leave my daughters alone."

This was so predictable but I guess 99 moms out of 100 would have replied like this :P

"All seven men approached Rosie's cage and started to grope the girl inside who was frozen like a deer in the headlights."
Very good metaphor... :)

"Squeal like a pig you stupid cunt if you don't want your ass torn apart again."
They weren't just content with fucking her, they wanted to destroy her. Why her? What did she do to deserve this? The man pulled on her beautiful long red hear as he pounded her while she preformed her best imitation of a swine.
"Oink oink oink."

This is sexy, such a high level of brutality and insane humiliation, turns me on really badly :)

"There were burn marks all over her as if someone had used her like a human ashtray and she was missing all of her nails."

What a pity this wasn't elabratd in the story! I would have loved to read hundreds of words about the process.

"Alice took in her beauty as she lay there on the cold dirty ground. She had a swan like neck that was bruised with choke marks. As Alice's glaze moved down her body, she saw Tash's breasts gently heave up and down as she breathed. Her round abused moulds looked so soft but firm at the same time while the cold air had hardened her nipples like cute little cherries on top of a treat. Her flat stomach looked like it had been used as a punching bag and were covered in sweat and dirt. The ugly burn marks from her branding spelling out the words, property of slut torture entertainment. Looking further down, Alice nearly lose her composure as she stared up Tash's long legs and saw her sex. It too looked like it had been targeted for torture being all red and swollen.
Alice continued to stare at Tash and felt more sad than she had ever felt in her life. How could anyone do this to such a pretty girl?"

Such a nice and vivid summary about how does Tash look alike, really amazing. So many energy was put into workng on Tash and she is still more or less intact but the marks still there, everywhere.

"Do you...do you need to pee?"
Tash dreaded asking them. She tried looking away from them as they all nodded. She took her bowl and slid it into Alice's cage and then turned away as the redhead tried to pee. It was uncomfortable and not at all what she would have been used to but Tash soon heard she sound of liquid tinkering into her bowl. Once Alice had finished, she handed the bowl to Elizabeth and then Rosie before retrieving it and looked at how full it now was.
She sighed before lowering her face to the dog bowl full of piss and tried her best not to smell it. She slowly struck out her tongue and started to lap up the yellow liquid.
"No Tash, what are you doing? Don't do that!"
"They...they're making do it."

This was something, trully unexpectd and sick. Despite the many previous toilet slavery sections somehow this proved to have the deepest impact, simply because the new characters had no clue how far the sadist would go. Loved it a lot, great approach and idea!

"All that the mother could feel was Rosie's hand slowly being wrenched apart from her own. As their fingers tips were separated, any power she had to protect her daughter was lost.
She grabbed on to Alice's leg and held on with all her strength but could do nothing to stop them as Alice was pilfered from her cage."

So real reactions and such a suffering what poor Mom must feel. Again vivid and believable reactions, great storytelling.

"If you're lucky enough to be chosen, then for ten minutes you can make Elizabeth do whatever you want her to our poor punchbag, Tash. She'll be your hands almost like your hurting her yourself. And if she says no?"
They smiled as they said it. Elizabeth watched as the mouse on the screen was dragged towards the image of Alice. It pointed to the text and then with a simple click, Alice and Rosie both started screaming."

So Elizabeth will be deeply and totall involved and forced to actively participate, moreover hurt someone. This active torment from one of the victims' perspective is really something I love but so rarely added to stories!

"The remainder of the ten minutes given to Titwhipper5 was spent with Tash going through an endless circle of choking on the dog food, gagging as she tried to not throw up followed by weeping as Elizabeth brutalised her asshole and then barking to satisfy his cruel demands. The entire thing would then start all over again. More eating dog food, more rough anal sex and more barking like a dog. She was made to slurp up whatever liquid it was that collected in her bowl before she finally finished and had just the ass pounding to endure."
Wow, what a nasty concept :) Really liked the way of how these torments were put together and created this pretty little scene where all 4 victims are participated on different levels.

"There were also the bite marks left in Tash's leg that looked like they had came from a large dog. She wouldn't tell Alice what had caused it when the men had dragged her back into the dungeon. She didn't talk at all that day."

Again this little hints and such... what could have happened to the poor soul? And she is alread begging to be killed... the ultimate state where torture victims must get to after a while.



Well, seems that's all for now. As this is still ongoing I hope I can comment it after every addition :-) Thanks for writing and thanks for sharing. Really amazing. Thank you.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on May 19, 2017, 04:38:20 PM
Im glad you enjoyed my story. Thank you for reviewing and telling the bits which you've especially found hot. It's always interesting to hear someone else's opinion on my writing and the way they interpretations of the emotions, events and tone that I've attempted to protray. I don't know about other writers but I found the way you took parts and replied about the reasons you enjoyed it so much really helpful as when it comes to writting erotica, especially concerning this subject, it's especially useful to have feedback.

Thank you for taking time to do this
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on May 26, 2017, 07:56:19 AM
Part 11

Rosie

"Please! Please let me down! It hurts so much!"

She begged into the lens of the camera that had been set up to capture every second of her agony and then streamed it to a live audience who were finding enjoyment out of her misery.

"Please let me off this thing. I'll do whatever you want! Please it's so deep!"

Rosie needed to beg. It was the only way she was ever going to be let off from this thing. She had to beg the sick sadistic viewers who were watching her suffer for mercy if she ever hoped to be let down from the medieval torture device in between her legs. At school, she had heard of the wooden horse before while learning about the Spanish Inquisition. It was a medieval torture device designed specifically to brutally anguish women by targeting their most sensitive and private part of their bodies. Over history, thousands of helpless innocent girls must have had to endure the pure agony that the horse could bring with Rosie being its latest rider.

The laptop's speakers came back on to a hum of static. The top three most up-voted comments then played out aloud in a cold mechanical voice.

"Makingtashcry says are you sorry you tried to runaway now? If you had done we would all be so sad at not getting to see you raped and beaten anymore."

"Yes I'm so sorry for trying to escape. Please I'll let them rape me, just please let me down!"

Early in the morning when she thought none of her captors were looking, Rosie had tried to escape from the farmhouse where she had spent an entire week being gang raped and beaten at any moment. She didn't even make it out of the door which had so many locks that escape was virtually impossible. Amanda had found her by the door crying so much that her tears prevented her from seeing properly as she struggled desperately and uselessly with the door handle. The hard slaps and whipping that Amanda delivered without mercy had been enough to stop Rosie from ever trying again, the torture she was being put through now was just out of cruelty.

"Nohcra1980 say it's been more than an hour now. When are you going to make it worse for the bitch?"

That comment wasn't aimed at her, it was to her captors. Every hour they would come bringing her hopes up that her prayers were being answered and that they would finally let her off the horse only for them to be carrying something in their hands to make the pain worse.

On the first hour, they tied rope around her breasts groping and twisting as they toyed with her. The rope was then tied to the ceiling by a pulley and pulled to a height where her tits were painfully stretched but not too high to allow her to relieve herself from the torment of the horse's sharp edge.

The hour afterwards, a posture collar had been fitted around her neck preventing her from looking anywhere but at the camera. Then came the ass plug on the third and the nipple clamps on the fourth. On the fifth, they injected something into her neck with a needle and syringe. It made her feel funny at first, kind of numb before her pussy which at that point was invaded by the wooden edge so deeply that it pressed up at her clit, grew hot like if it was being warmed up by a cosy fire after a cold winters day. That nice feeling didn't still long as the feeling of pain came back almost instantly even worse than before.

The drugs had another effect as well, as she begged once again for them to rape her. Rosie's reason for doing so was just so she could be let down from the horse that was inflicting so much more pain than she could take but there was a part of her that wanted it for other reasons. She quenched her ass a little tighter to feel the plug inside of her despite the discomfort that it caused. She wanted something in her mouth, something hard and thick and she wanted something in between her legs that would bring her something but the pain she was feeling now. More tears fell from her crying eyes as the sheer humiliation of it was too much for her to handle.

It had been a while since they had added anything else to her predicament and some of those watching were demanding more. As if what she was already going through wasn't cruel enough.

"Redrosietits says that wooden horse looks so much fun can we see that lesbian sister of hers and her mother ride it?"

Her mother and sister. She would give anything to see them again. She would have ran back to that dog cage she had been kept in and which she had been bent over whilst her virginity was raped if they would allow her to. The metal bars that had so cold on her skin now seemed like a source of safety, a barrier between her and her tormentors. A barrier they could easily open with a set of keys.

"Please...please let me down."



She felt a hand brush her hair gently brush her ginger hair away from her face before a tongue slowly tasted the dry tears which had rolled down from her eyes. Hot breath tickled her skin before a woman's voice whispered into her ear.

"Wake up."

Rosie tensed up with fear the moment she heard Amanda's voice. She must have gone unconscious some time ago and hadn't noticed that everyone was now in the room that they kept her in while they weren't using her or having her do chores. Were they angry at her for passing out. Please God don't let them punish her even more.

"Please let me down...I can't take anymore..It hurts too much."

"You want us to let you down? Okay then we won't let you off that horse."

One of the men made a joke that grew a laugh or two from his friends. The humour of the joke was lost to the tortured girl who's expense the joke at be made. How could they find the pain she was in funny?

Amanda grabbed her by the hair and obtained Rosie's full attention. Rosie would have considered the blonde woman to be really pretty if it were not for the twisted smile that was on her face and the fact that she to had laughed at the joke. How could she do this to another woman? Couldn't she relate to her at all, did she truly feel no sympathy?

"Don't worry piggy, we'll let you off the horse. Well, we will let you off it if you do something for us or else you'll find yourself back on it but with a sheet of sandpaper in between your legs."

Rosie listened to the sick perverted things that Amanda wanted her to do. The self degradation she wanted out of Rosie and the disgusting acts she wanted her to do to her mother. She wanted to puke when she heard some of the ideas that they had came up with.

"I...please don't make me do that. It's wrong."

"Okay I guess we'll just leave you alone to ride the horse for a day or two."

"No please don't leave! I'll do it! I'll do everything! Come back! Please come back!"
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on May 26, 2017, 04:57:20 PM
First off, that chapter was great as always.  So excited whenever I see you've updated as I love, love, love this story. 

Secondly, Nohcra1980, Really?  You honor me!   :emot_thankyou.gif:
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: SoftGameHunter on May 27, 2017, 12:58:18 PM
I'm finally caught up and dying of lustful aches here. Keep at it and don't let up!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Eddible cookied on June 04, 2017, 03:00:41 PM
This is so sick and twisted but I love it.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on June 07, 2017, 07:11:58 AM
Part 12

Rosie

The summer skies were serene and calm, coloured with the purest shade of blue. White clouds floated gently across the landscape and the sun bled amber. The view of a simple dairy farm, a small humble farmhouse with a large steel sheeted barn and tall watering tower seemed almost picturesque. Like the ideal image that would have come to a person who lived in the city when they thought of the countryside. That was if they were to ignore the leashed girl crawling over on her hands and knees to the barn.

Rosie stopped about halfway as a cool summer breeze sent a shiver down her spine. The degrading costume they had came up for her to wear did nothing to protect her from the wind or to preserve her dignity. Her face turned even redder from shame as she felt her leash get tugged and the rough hands groping her bubbly round ass under the miniskirt she was wearing, told her to start crawling again.  She obeyed as the first of many tears that would fall from her eyes, rolled down her face smearing her makeup.

They approached the barn and entered through a wooden door on the side. They walked on feet while Rosie entered on her knees. Inside, strong hands held her still grabbing hold of her arms and pulling her red ginger hair. Their rough treatment scared her and she tried to struggle but without any success.

In a small puddle of cow piss that had gathered on an area of uneven cement, she saw her reflection. The girl staring back at her was stunningly pretty yet sad with black tears of runny mascara dripping down from her brown deer like eyes. Brown pretty eyes that had turned pink from crying. That girl was wearing a skirt that was far too short to be something that Rosie would ever have the confidence to wear and even at this angle, she could clearly see that the girl in her reflection wasn't wearing any underwear.

Then there was the top that the mirror girl was wearing. It reminded Rosie of her high school cheerleader uniform but was so different. The colours were the same, the dark purple and green with silver highlights streaking against her chest but everything else had been modified to resemble something comparable only to the sluttiest of hallowe'en costumes. The sleeves had been cut and so had the majority of front and back. Revealing so much more now than before, her flat sweat gleaning stomach and hourglass figure could be seen for everyone to see. The shirt had been cut so the underside of her breasts were visible and the girl in the puddle seemed to be embarrassed by having to wear it just as much as Rosie was.

The man who had been the first to rape her walked slowly towards her. In his hand was a syringe like the one that had been used to inject her with that drug that had made her feel funny. This time the needle was even bigger. Her breathing got even heavier as his hand felt over the silver letters that had replaced the logo of her high school. The generic font now spelled out the word CUMDUMP. His hand reached under her shirt and lifted it off whilst smiling as she tried to look away.

He teased her nipples, the point of the needle gliding around her pink tender flesh. Her heavy breathing turned to a shriek as he injected the needle into her right nipple. Sharp pain tormented her mind as if acid was being injected into her. The burning sensation only made the steel of the needle that had been poked into her seem more alien and all to deep. He cruelly twisted it around whilst slowly pulling it out to her anguished squeals.

The dose she was given was larger than large time and that feeling of intense warmth came much faster. Her mind went hazy for a couple brief seconds as they lowered her top and fixed her ruined mascara. Rosie found herself having difficulty concentrating on what was happening around her as her skin tinkled with the summer heat. She could feel the sweat dripping down her back and thighs. A cooling draft of air then blew across her skin providing a new sensation for her exploited body to experience.

"What...what did you do to me?"

"Like it do you? It's just a little aphrodisiac so you can show your mother what a slut you really are."

They laughed again finding yet more humour in her misery. Were they really going to make her do this in front of her mother? Were they really planning on forcing her to do that disgusting thing that Amanda had whispered into ear? Her eyes watered up again as waves of sadness and anxiety threatened to flood the room and drown her. All she wanted was to curl up and cry her eyes out.

They opened the hidden hatch, unlocking it before the rusted iron bolts could be unbolted. Underneath in the custom built dungeon where she had first been raped and had her virginity stolen, Rosie could hear her mother's voice. She then heard her sister's and felt her heart lift up as the relief that her family was still alive gifted her an ounce of false hope. Rosie almost rushed inside but strong hands once again held her still.

"Mum!"

There was a moment of silence before a reply came from the deep dark hole through the hatch. A couple of the men who weren't holding her down went inside and soon vanished from the light. The darkness swallowing them like the blackhearted shadows they were.

"Rosie is that you? Rosie where are you? No...no! Please let me see my daughter! No what are you doing? Stray away from her! No get off! Mmmph!"

There was silence once again as one of the men that went down came back and said that they were ready. The hands holding her down dragged her through the hatch without ever letting go of their hold. Rosie was unceremoniously dumped in the middle of the room where she instinctively tried rushed back to her feet but tripped over as she stood up. It turned out that the drug affected her balance as well.

She looked around, her eyes straying on her captors although it was impossible to track all of them as the circled around her setting up cameras and extra lights. Circling around her as if she was prey, a cute little rabbit being hunted by a pack of wild dogs.

It was only when she saw her mother and sister that her panicked watching stopped. They had the same relieved look on their faces that Rosie had when she had heard their voices and knew that they were alive. Her mother was almost crying of happiness to see that she was alright. Rosie kept looking at them with a fearful smile curling on her lips, they were chained and gagged but appeared to be relatively unharmed. There was a lack of filth and grime sticky to their naked bodies and a pool of water by the drain told her that they must have recently been washed. Despite everything, Rosie was happy to see them and was glad that they weren't hurt.

She couldn't say the same about Tash. Crisscrossing welts covered her body and the bruises that decorated her like accessories had more than doubled in number since the last time Rosie had seen her. A feeling of guilt came over Rosie's soul as she realised that she was glad that Tash had been tortured so much as it meant that her mother and sister had been spared. The guilt was accompanied by a feeling of self hate.

"Are you ready to start Rosie? Remember, just read the cards or else."

Amanda didn't need to raise her voice to send fear into Rosie's very core. The rare times that they weren't using her during last week, Rosie had spent watching past films that her torturers had produced. Many of the films featured Tash and showcased just how sadistic this group really was. They had even made her watch the film of her gang rape on loop with the volume at full blast to make sure that it was permanently etched into her memory.

The cameras all focused on her and the first of a thick set of cue cards went up displaying the beginning of her degradation.

"Hey there. Welcome to slut torture entertainment, the only place where you get to see a sexy barely legal cheerleader like me get treated the way I deserve."

Her face was already bright red from embarrassment and her throat was quickly drying up making her voice go quieter and quieter as she read from the card.

"My name is Rosie and I want nothing more than to...I want nothing more than to suffer for your pleasure. Do you like my cheerleader uniform? Look what it says on my nice bouncy tits, cumdump. That means all I'm good for is...is to be beaten...raped and...and cummed on. Oh god I can't do this, please don't make me say anymore."

None of them cared as her mother and sister muttered something inaudible through their gags. The humiliation being too much to bear. Their only response was to turn the card over so she could read more lines.

"What would you do with a hot slut like me? I wish...I wish you were here so you could punish me. Wouldn't you like to give my stupid face some really hard slaps or maybe you want to grab my hair and make me cry. It gets me so wet just thinking of you hurting me."

The cameras zoomed in under her skirt which did nothing to hide her smooth shaven pussy. To Rosie's horror, she found that she was indeed incredibly wet as the effects of the drug continued to linger and overpower her. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red and she cutely shook her head no. A desperate attempt to beg for the degradation to stop and to try and convince the world and her mother who was watching a few feet in front of her that it was all a lie.

"Please dest...please destroy me. I need to be broken into the disgusting fuck pig that I am. Mommy aren't you...aren't you proud of what a whore you daughter is? Listen to me begging to be used."

On cue, two men came from behind her and ripped off her top and skirt. Rosie felt relieved to not have to wear that thing anymore as the fabric teared apart and yet she felt even more expose, now completely nude for the cameras to capture. Her face would have turned a deeper shade of red due to embarrassment if doing so was possible. Her hands covered her face as she attempted to hide while her naked body remained kneeling for all to see.

One of them was now doing something to that stupid dog collar they were making her wear. She felt it tugging as a piece of string was tied to it at the back of Rosie's neck. Her mind somehow managed to stop focusing on the humiliation for just a moment as something dangled in front of her eyes. It swung from side to side with the string sliding against her forehead and scalp. Light was reflected by it attracting Rosie's attention as if she was a magpie looking at a shiny object. She couldn't tell what it was with it being so close to her eyes and flickering at a weird angle. Each time it got too close, she instinctively closed her eyes blinking. Then she felt something else as the object twisted around, it was sharp at the bottom where it was too far down for her sight to see.

Rosie continued to be transfixed by the two small fishing hooks dangling on her face. She was just as mesmerised when they were taken and hooked up the nostrils of her nose. The string attached to her collar pulled back over her head pulling the hooks up squishing her nose into the shape of a pig's snout. She tried to undo the snares but she was stopped with her hand held back.

"You make a cute little pig Rosie. Now are you ready to pork Elizabeth?"
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: dronenaught on June 07, 2017, 08:05:24 AM
Fantastic Beater, i made an account just to tell you i've enjoyed your story immensely and look forward to each new chapter.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on June 07, 2017, 04:42:33 PM
LOVE THIS STORY!!!  Thanks for updating Beater.  You are a Master storyteller.   :emot_wow.gif:
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Skygazer on June 07, 2017, 08:38:18 PM
Damn I love this fucked up story!
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Post by: SickoChickMandy on June 09, 2017, 06:03:04 AM
Still and forever great :) Hop we can soon read what Rosie has to do in order to save her pussy from the wooden horse...
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: ac1985 on June 09, 2017, 09:11:41 AM
So, so, so excited for the next chapter! I know you mentioned Beastiality wasn't really your thing, but i think the mothers and daughters having to watch Tash be used in that way could be really fun and degrading for them all.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: grendel on June 21, 2017, 11:32:53 PM
Oh my quite brutal  >:D

Looking forward to the next installment  ;D
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on July 05, 2017, 07:46:32 AM
Part 13

Elizabeth

She knew that it was these horrid and cruel sadist that were making her daughter take part in their grotesque video. She knew that they were making her say awful disgusting words. None of that mattered as the heartbreak of hearing Rosie say things that was all to real and more than any mother should have to bear. Elizabeth would have never thought in a million years that her sweet kindhearted and innocent daughter was capable of saying such vile words. 

"Mommy aren't you proud of what a whore your daughter is?"

Elizabeth's heart broke when her daughter's lips asked that vicious question. It was like barbed wire had been jammed through one ear and out off the other, destroying everything inside.

"Look at me begging to be used."

Her poor baby girl. Her voice straining and breaking her she muttered what they wanted her to say. It was almost like a whisper yet all too loud at the same time. Much too loud.

"It's okay Rosie. I know that isn't you. I love you."

Only none of that came out as the oversized gag wedged in her mouth stopped Elizabeth from comforting her daughter. The metal chains stopped her from wrapping her arms around her daughter and the feeling of complete powerlessness prevented Elizabeth from protecting her daughter.

All she could do was watch as her daughter sobbed uncontrollably, crying her eyes out while every moment of her suffering was recorded for the purpose of entertainment. Did the people watching not care that this sweet lovely girl was being violated because of them? Didn't they care that her daughter had been stripped naked and mentally abused to the point of tears in front of them? A girl so shy that she struggled with anxiety when wearing a bikini on a beach. How could anyone enjoy seeing this beautiful stunning girl cover her face to hide her embarrassment? The way her pale skin had turned a deep shade of red and she was so afraid that sweat was dripping down her flat stomach and thighs.

Oh god what were they doing to her now?

Two men were looming over Rosie who coward in their shadows. One of them held her down while another took something out from his trouser pocket and then proceeded to toy with the dog collar around the frightened girl's neck. They made sure that Elizabeth had a clear view of sight when they had finished.

The first thing that Elizabeth saw was the deep red of blood. Drops were dribbling down Rosie's chest, caressing in between her soft rounded breasts, leaving red streaks along her delicate velvety bosoms as they rose with each pained breath.

Elizabeth broke down in tears as she trace those streaks of blood, horrified as more droplets fell the further up Rosie's body her stinging eyes went. Her daughter's plush lips had been smothered in a whorish red lipstick to which the trails of blood blended in like lip gloss. She then came to were the blood was originating from, the place were these cruel monsters had made her daughter bleed. Two fish hooks snared Rosie's nose, their sharp vicious barbs digging in as they tugged due to a taut piece of string that pulled from the back of her hair. The hooks contorted her nose squishing it to resemble a pig's snort. The cameras recorded what Elizabeth saw with her eyes but for people who would see a completely different scene from her. While she saw her youngest daughter being tormented and hurt, they saw it as nothing more than entertainment achieved from Rosie's humiliation as she cried and whimpered.

"You make a cute little pig Rosie. Now are you ready to pork Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth watched her daughter shred even more tears as her face crumpled and expressed a deeper sense of pain. The words they spoke violated her to her very core. Rosie looked away, unable to look at Elizabeth without sobbing.

"I'm so sorry mum."

Sorry for what? None of this was her fault.

Elizabeth didn't even realise the two brutes that had approached either side of her. One of them unlocked her chains allowing the cold metal links to slither from place. Time seemed to slow down for a moment as she tried to take the only opportunity she had of saving her daughters. Grabbing hold of the chains, she swung it at the man closest to her.

The chain links clanged together before even reaching the man as the other had placed his his foot down on a connected length of chain. It was the smile on their faces that told her that they had seen her attentions coming. Their smiles grew wider as the beating began.

"No! Please don't hurt my mom!"

They started with a vicious slap which knocked Elizabeth to the floor. Then a kick to the gut sucking all air from her lungs as her insides twisted into a knot. She tried to do what little she could to protect herself as heavy boots stomped, kicked and trod on her.

"Please stop! Please!"

The wall prevented her from backing away further as she hugged herself and cowered in a ball. Elizabeth wanted to keep on fighting for her daughters. She wanted to kill every bastard in the room by ripping out their throats and then watching as they choked on blood. She had to keep fighting and she willed herself to stand. But her body wouldn't let her. Her body remained curled up and weeping. A natural need for self preservation in combination with fear had overtaken her once strong motherly instincts. The realisation that she had failed her children stabbed her in the heart. A long cold sharp knife that had penetrated deep and was now being twisted. She bled out tears like blood.

An electric drill sounded off near to her but her eyes didn't focus on what the men were doing. She looked at Rosie who was crying just as much as she was having just seen her mother man handled and beaten. Elizabeth closed her eyes not being able to take the sight of her daughter crying.

She let them take her legs and lock them in cuffs that had been secured to the ground by the drill. A length of heavy chain, like that which had bound her before, was wrapped around her neck. The rusted metal felt like ice and rustic smell of copper penetrated through to her tongue. They then handcuffed her hands before leaving her alone with the eerie glaze of camera lenses starring into her whilst she was bound in the most humiliating of positions.

She tied to wiggle free and cover up her ass which was unwillingly sticking out in the air as if she was offering herself to the cameras. The closeness of the binds at her ankles and neck forced her to present her holes with no possibility of preserving any modesty. She could feel them filming as they got closer and zoomed in for close ups. Another camera approached her at ground level as they tried to record her reaction. She turned away only to find another positioned on the opposite side.

Water then dripped onto the small of her back. The flow wasn't constant and the drops didn't fall in any sort of pattern. They just dripped down onto her back and ass cheeks at random intervals. Each raindrop was occupied by the sound Rosie whimpers. Elizabeth then felt the sensation of hot breath swirling against her cunt. She felt Rosie's breath as her daughter breathed inches away from her unprotected holes.

"Go on Rosie. Give your mother a lick. You don't want to make it any more unnecessary painful than it needs to be do you?"

What were they making her daughter do? Elizabeth tried desperately to turn her head and see but the chain around her neck made it impossible for her, even when painfully twisting her body. All she could tell was that shadows had gathered to watch the show, the darkness and distorted shaped laughing.

Perhaps it was good that she couldn't see. She soon wished that she couldn't feel either. Her daughter's breath grew warmer as she inched nearer. Soft hands gently lay down onto her ass and trembling fingers slowly grasped hold of her cheeks before reluctantly spreading them. Elizabeth somehow heard Rosie's sobbing even more clearly, her sad cries expressed so many emotions. Then she felt her daughter's tongue circling around the entrance to her asshole.

Elizabeth fought against her chains, her motherly instincts born again. She tried to force herself away to spare Rosie from having to lick her ass. The girl's tongue was dry was licking in weird unnatural motions, like if her tongue was following the convulsions of her stomach. Try as she might, Elizabeth couldn't get away. The tip of Rosie's tongue pierced through inside her and both mother and daughter squirmed in revulsion, the cameras capturing every second of misery. She was relieved when it finally ended, foolishly thinking it was over when they allowed Rosie to stop. Elizabeth looked up and saw her crying daughter leaning above her.

"Hold her hands there."

She saw the men all grab hold of Rosie and held her still. Her hands were pressed against the wall as she leaned on top of Elizabeth's back. The electric whizzing of the drill sounded again and the first screw was carefully positioned at the back of Rosie's left hand.

"No don't!"

The teeth of the drill locked into the groves of the screw's head. It was only a quarter of an inch thick in width yet it still drew blood as it drilled through Rosie's hand. Blood came out slowly at first dripping down her arm before it was sent flying across the room as the screw penetrated deeper. Elizabeth screamed through her gag as her daughter's blood sprayed onto her face.

They then just had to pull Rosie's hand to check whether or not she could pull the screw out of the wall. More blood run down the surface as her ruined bone and tendons scraped against the ridged metal. They then went on to her other hand for the next screw, placing it back into position before the electric drill roared back to life. Rosie had passed out and was now unconscious on top of Elizabeth. Her head and redhair resting on her shoulder.

Then it was Elizabeth's turn to cry out in pain. A big rubber cock was being inserted into her ass. Worse still, they were moving Rosie's unconscious body to do so as they kept the strap on belted around her waist. Elizabeth had only ever taken something in her ass once with her husband. It had hurt so much that she had made him promised to never do it again. It was so big and was impossible to fit but they kept forcing it deeper and deeper inside of her. The anal pain was temporarily distracted by a wad of paper being thrown infront of her hands. She looked alone to find the blonde woman kneeling down and smiling. She took her hand and placed a pen in between her fingers before getting up again.

"You used to be an English teacher didn't you?"

Elizabeth nodded hoping for a way to get the oversized rubber cock out of her ass and for them to let her daughter down from the wall.

"I want you to write a story about what's happened today up to this moment. I want it to be extremely detailed and filled with your daughter's screams. If I like it, I'll take those screws out of her hands. If not, then she's going to get another two in her feet and we're going to make her fuck you."

How could she say something like that so casually? Something that was so sick and sadistic and let came out of this woman's mouth like if she was asking about the weather.

"You have until she wakes up so I'd start if I was you. I can't wait to read it."
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on July 05, 2017, 08:00:17 AM
Part 14

Amanda

Her legs spread wider and her hips started to grind as soft moans escaped from her red lips. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be gently carried away to bliss. It was as if the opaque blackness she saw when shutting her eyes was filled by vibrate colours as pleasure grabbed her every thought. She could have exploded right then and there but she stopped herself, sweating as she tried not to cum so the sensation could last just a little longer. Then she burst, drawing in deep breaths of air while her back arched and an incredible fire burned inside her.

Amanda lay still on the silk sheets of her bed. Her chest and breasts heaved up and down as she slowly regained her breath after cumming as hard as she had just done. She grabbed the covers and pulled herself up so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at the pitiful state that her pet was in. Her tongue, which Amanda had used to pleasure herself, was still stuck out as the girl panted for air. It was only after her mistress had cummed was she allowed to acknowledge the pleading suffocation of her lungs. Little whimpers came with each pant as the cunt sobbed quietly by Amanda's feet. It was difficult to know if she was crying or not, Amanda hoped she was crying. The black leather hood that covered her face hid away any tears with only the girl's soft but paling lips visible through a single gap. That hole could be zipped shut if wanted to completely isolate her alone in darkness.

The featureless hood made her pet look even more like a punching bag. No nose cutely snivelling as she endured pain. No eyebrows fixed in a permanent sad frown. No ears turning bright red as Amanda made her scream at the top of her lungs. And no pretty blue eyes to beg for mercy which they both knew wasn't going to be shown.

The only thing other than the cunt's mouth that could be seen was a messy tussle of unkempt light brown hair that spouted out from the back of the hood. Amanda grabbed a handful of her pet's hair and heard an adorable little whine. She yanked hard and was treated to another, this time much more panicked. Her wrist twirled around to wrap the brown locks into her grip, her movements deliberately cumbersome to cause the maximum amount of discomfort. Whilst doing so, she noticed a silver streak of grey hairs mixed with the caramel. She smiled and laughed a little at the thought of the girl turning grey at just 20, suppose getting raped, tortured, fed the bare minimum and being hardly allowed to sleep at that effect on someone. Her other hand reached for the metal chain that was normally used as her pet's dog leash which she held in an equally firm grip before she slammed it down, aiming at the poor girl's succulent ass.

The metal links struck against soft bruised flesh with agonising results. The girl kneeling on all fours in front of her cried out, her body arched back as her spine conducted the pain like a power cable. Shaking, the girl curled up her toes and balled her hands as she braced herself for more punishment. The hood kept her blind making it impossible for her to know when and where the strike would come. Amanda toyed with her pet's fear. She waited until her toes uncurled and her breathing returned to normal before thrashing the thin metal chain down once again.

The girl covered her mouth with her hands to prevent herself from screaming. A loud cry escaped from the black hood as she desperately tried not to scream. Another little laugh trickled Amanda's chest as she remembered telling the girl she would feed her a nice bowl of dog food if she didn't scream today. A full bowl of the nicer dry stuff rather than the rotten wet stuff she was normally fed. They wouldn't even add any extra ingredients to make the meal nasty like cow rectums or shaved off pubic hair. If her bitch behaved like a good girl and didn't scream, she would be given a nice bowl of plain old dry dog food. It couldn't be easy watching the family of redheads being fed daily while she starved. Nor could having to be the one who fed them as well as cooked for her tormentors. On more than one occasion, Amanda had seen the girl salivating like a dog whilst she served them at the dinner table. To her, it was highly amusing.

She swung the dog leash again to test her obedient dog's self control. A louder cry this time followed by a primal groan. Amanda continued with the senseless onslaught as that luscious flickering fire burned inside her once again. She could have cummed right there and there from needlessly beating the poor girl who cried out louder and louder but never screamed. It didn't matter, Amanda could almost guarantee that her pet would be screaming by the end of the day.

She whipped her again and the girl lost her discipline twisting around to protect her burning back. With her hair still firmly in Amanda's grasp, the girl's effort to protect herself looked almost like she was presenting her tits to Amanda for her enjoyment. She obliged at the gesture and slammed the leash down at her pet's begging breasts. She twisted back into her original position after the attack landed perfectly on target. Her hand reached for her breasts as excruciating pain flowed throughout her body. Amanda watched as her mouth even shaped itself to scream. Nothing came out but a silent expression of pure anguish.

She put the leash down and then let go of the soft brown hair knotted around her fingers. The girl dropped to the floor without Amanda's help holding her up. Not wanting to let her pet rest for too long, Amanda brushed back her blonde hair that had gone wild in the savagery and was now covering her face. She then did the same to her toy brushing her hair aside so she could untie the knots which secured the leather hood around her head. She pulled it to reveal the flustered crying slave inside.

Hooking her finger into the girl's nose ring, she lifted the girl up so that she could look into her pink stinging eyes. The beautiful expression of pain hadn't left Tash's face and her lips quivered as she weeped. Amanda lifted her up further to her knees where another cry was ripped from Tash's throat. The weights attached to her nipple rings swung gently but agonisingly from side to side. They continued swinging as she breathed providing a seemingly never ending source of torture. The weights attached to the rings pierced through her pussylips also hurt like hell but were thankfully rested on the floor as she knelt. Their purpose was to torment as they were dragged along the ground whilst she crawled.

Amanda took hold of Tash's nipple weights, gently cupping them in her hand. She watched Tash look down at her hand as she slowly raised her arm up, taking the weights with her. Tash looked up her when her arm stopped rising, fresh tears watering up her eyes as she prepared herself for what was going to happen next.

"Please don't..."

Amanda didn't give Tash the time to finish her thought as she suddenly let go and allowed the weights to fall. She watched Tash howl anguish as she did everything but scream. Her hands quickly went to the weights and lifted them to stop them swinging and hanging as they threatened to tear off. Amanda struck her with a hard slap, how dare she touch her weights and attempt to cease her trauma. Amanda got Tash to kneel in front of her again and then waved her hand quickly across her Tash's stomach, just beneath her tits. Her hand caught each and every single iron weight and they jingled like wind charms.

"It hurts so much! Please stop!"

She didn't stop. Instead Amanda waved her hand across again and again making the weights swing faster each time. Her smile grew wider with each brutal nudge of her arm as she savoured every moment of Tash's suffering. Small tinkles of blood even started dripping out from her nipples like red mother's milk.

"Beg!"

Like the well trained puppy she was, Tash instantly got into begging position. She shifted her legs till she was squatting down and then curled her hands as if they were paws. Tash held her paws level with her tortured breasts and presented out her tender abused cunt, offering it to Amanda for use. She then struck out her tongue, panting and whimpering once more.

Amanda flicked the weights once again hurting the puppy. Tears fell freely and one of her eyes was closed as she winced in pain. Flicking the weights again, Tash was encouraged to beg and degrade herself even further. Amanda could understand why so many of the guys liked fucking Tash's mouth while she begged like this, right now she looked like the cutest thing begging as the dog she was and winking for more pain.

"Lick me again."

Amanda had to stop herself from a second there as she almost begged herself for Tash to crawl up between her legs and provide her with the pleasure that she once again desperately needed. To her credit, Tash quickly scrambled to her place knowing better than to keep her mistress waiting.

For the third time that day, Amanda felt Tash's skilled tongue work on her skin. She did so the way Amanda had trained her to similar to a dog performing a trick. Her wet tongue started by worshipping Amanda's burning thighs, kissing softly and allowing lust to take over the sadistic ravishing blonde.

She then kissed Amanda's toned stomach before moving slowly down with loving kisses to the woman that she hatred. Her tongue teasingly passing over the clit just lightly dabbing it at first before giving a satisfying lick.

Amanda moaned to the pleasure Tash was gifting to her. The metal barbells that lined her tongue were never cold, always heated up by Tash's hot breath and felt like such divine bliss each time touched her clit. She was in heaven when Tash slid down with the tip of her tongue parting the opening of her soul. That feeling intensified when she came up again and slurped up her clit when she got to the tip. She licked up and down as Amanda took hold of her hair and controlled the speed at which she wanted to be pleasured. She took her time, dragging out the amount of time Tash was required to serve her.

She held Tash's head down and pushed her cunt into her face. Looking down, she saw Tash choking on tears as her tongue continued to please. Amanda used her foot to play with those vicious weights to make sure that her masturbation tool was as miserable as possible. Tash produced cute little whines as she moaned quietly in pain while Amanda moaned loudly in ecstasy.

She was inside of her now, Amanda felt Tash licking faster pass the threshold of her wet wanting cunt. The slave lapped hungrily away slurping up her mistress' sweet juices. Her hips started grinding again as she got close.

With her fingertips, she lightly traced the thin alluring beckoning scars that lined Tash's back. The memories of their infliction enhanced Amanda's experience whilst causing Tash to whimper as the scarring was as much mental as it had been physical. Using both her index and middle finger, Amanda traced over the biggest of the six. She had caused that one personally with a length of plastic coated telephone wire. She remembered Tash screaming like an angel when that particular lash had landed and lost all sense of self control. She squirted as she came, cumming all over Tash's face.

The both of them rested for a while becoming short of breath yet again. Amanda was the first to gather herself and she looked down from her bed to find Tash curled up into a ball. Her face was virtually emotionless as she cried. Amanda got up off the bed and went to the shower to washed. Tash had impressed her by not screaming so far but there was still time. After all, it was only morning.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on July 05, 2017, 08:03:03 AM
Double post. I actually finished part 14 a while ago but hadn't started with part 13.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: ac1985 on July 05, 2017, 10:09:51 AM
Two entries !? Yay, its like pervy Christmas !! reading now.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: SoftGameHunter on July 05, 2017, 10:24:13 AM
God damn! Writing a story that is long, all torture, and doesn't get repetitive is hard to do, but you make it look easy. I love this!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on July 07, 2017, 11:40:50 AM
What about your co-host?  She might be fun.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on July 07, 2017, 07:39:42 PM
What about your co-host?  She might be fun.

Not sure who u mean, the host of the show were amanda and an unnamed male who. The unnamed male was the character whose perspective the original story was told to. With the second part, there's more characters and the story is told mainly through the perspective of the victims with the emphasis on their relationships with each other. The male co host is still there but will probably not be given his own part as I felt that there wasn't enough character development or story when told from his perspective. That being said, there still isn't much of a story but I think the character development and interactions have improved if I say so myself.

God damn! Writing a story that is long, all torture, and doesn't get repetitive is hard to do, but you make it look easy. I love this!

It is.

Nah I think it's slightly easily when it comes to longer stories. Shorter stand alone stories can feel repetitive as they all follow the same base formula, introduce the victim, introduce the bad guy, torture and abuse her. All stories however have their own unique theme and inspiration but it sometimes isn't obvious as the introduction phase is always almost always the same. With this story, I can skip the intro and really try to give each part it's own unique theme although at times it does get all mushed together. Especially in the longer multi character scenes where a story jumps around from character to character. It was something I wanted to try experimenting with but I'm not too happy with it. It feels a little more loose and messy than I'd like and either repeats something or jumps ahead a bit.

Two entries !? Yay, its like pervy Christmas !! reading now.

That's a interesting way of putting it. Hope you and everyone enjoyed it.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: grendel on July 08, 2017, 06:59:46 AM
Very good work yet again ... thank you so much.   8)  Really loving the mother daughter stuff  ;D
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on July 08, 2017, 07:23:49 PM
No, I was talkin' bout Amanda.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on July 08, 2017, 07:49:03 PM
right now at the moment she'll probably get a couple of parts from her perspective like in part 14 for two reasons, having her contrast with Alice in her interactions with Tash is something that I wanted to explore, hince why I added more characters. The second reason is because I personally enjoyed writing part 14 the most out all the parts so far.

I do have an idea about giving her and the filming crew a backstory but I think I have a rather interesting way that I could possibly do so with a more story based tale with a reporter investigating dark web films starring a certain brunette. But that probably won't be anytime soon.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on July 29, 2017, 09:12:05 PM
I mentioned a variant of this idea before.  The viewers send in nasty things they want to see happen.  Mom has to choose which of her daughters it happens to.  If she can't/doesn't decide, everyone gets it.  Both her daughters and her and Tash.  

BTW are you going to continue this?  I hope so, but I know real life can get busy.  Hope all is well.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on July 29, 2017, 10:43:27 PM
Yeah I suppose it has been a while since I've updated this story. Hopefully I'll finish the next part soon. I actually wrote and then rewrote it twice already but wasn't too happy with it as it had too long of an opening where not enough happened for my taste. I feel like I've been too soft in recent chapters.

As for your suggestion, I've gotten that idea alot from different users and I'll definitely use it but I want to be patient with it and try and write about how the girls care for each other, Elizabeth caring for her daughters, the relationship between the sisters and Alice's romantic feelings for Tash. That way having Elizabeth pick is made worse by the misery of the girls who aren't picked.

It'll happen sooner than later. That and a couple of other things that I've been planning.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on July 31, 2017, 09:19:45 AM
Part 15

Tash

With her tired eyes, she watched as tiny particles of dust fell slowly towards her in the morning sunlight creeping from the partially opened blinds. Weakly, Tash lifted up her arm and run her shaking tortured fingers through the air in front of her face. The dust stormed around her hand, dancing in spirals and twirls before once again settling down to calm.

Her arm fell back to the ground as the strength to keep it up, playing with the specks of dust left her. She was so tired, thirsty and starving. It had been a long night and an unkind morning. Her icy eyes, bloodshot and pink from both a lack of sleep and from the sting of salty tears while her tongue and throat were bone dry and begged Tash to take a drink of anything she could. She had been suspended by her sprained ankle and Amanda's pussy juices had done nothing to quash her thirst.

The room spin wildly in her head again as her vision combined light with shadows and toyed with her mind. She tired to close those wearily eyes of hers and rest as what sunlight that could escape through the bedroom window, bathed her in summer's warmth. Her stomach then rumbled out loudly and drove a deep pain throughout her abdomen and chest.

The abdominal pain was enough to take away her breath and shattered whatever peace that she had managed to find for herself. It had been three days since her last proper meal if a tin of old cat food could be called a meal. It had tasted better than the mouldy slimy dog food that she was usually fed but Tash had made the mistake of hardly gagging as she ate it leading Amanda to decide that it didn't make her nearly miserable enough. Since then, she had only been given a total of three dog biscuits as treats but not before they had been stuffed into her asshole for her to shit back out. One of her masters had also thrown her an eaten chicken drumstick in what was a rare moment of kindness. There were even still a few strips of meat left on the bone which Tash had gratefully gnawed at while he violated her with his hard cock and whipped her with a flogger.

She lay still on her side in discomfort as she attempted to focus on anything else but hunger. The sound of water flowing from the shower in the walk through bathroom of Amanda's bedroom, sprayed in the background giving Tash something else unpleasant to think about. She waited afraid to hear the shower turn off at any moment once Amanda had finished bathing. Tash hatred that woman so much. How anyone could be that much of a sadistic bitch was beyond her ability to understand. Her mistress had promised to finally feed her if she could go the whole day without screaming. It was just a few hours in and Tash had already nearly screamed half a dozen times. Everything seemed to hurt so much worse when she denied herself her most used coping mechanism.

Her fingers went up to the dog collar that was permanently locked around her neck and she felt the hard sturdy leather with her fingertips. Tash rubbed the underside of her collar to find solace from the thing that branded her as a pet. Feeling slightly more comforted by her collar, a sudden wave of depression took over as she realised what she had just done.

The sound from the shower had stopped without Tash realising it and Amanda had walked out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her naked wet body. Her blonde hair dripped the refreshing water of her cooling shower down to the creaky wooden tiles floor of her room as she dried herself. Tash looked up at her from the other side of the room worried at what was going to come next. Luckily, Amanda just ignored her as she rubbed the soft fluffy white towel to dry her golden sun kissed breasts. She just went about her business not caring to notice the hurting girl she had spent all of last night abusing.

With her eyes, Tash followed her the way a rabbit cautiously watches a predator. Amanda sat herself down on those luxurious silk sheets that lined her bed and continued to dry herself. She then got up and opened her wardrobe to pick out some expensive designer clothes. First a matching lace bra and panties then a cute floral dress. It looked extraordinary on her hugging exactly where a woman wanted it to and then flowing down gracefully around her thighs. Amanda then glided pass a Gucci handbag that was laying neatly on the floor and sat back down on a mirrored night dresser to apply her makeup. She carefully moved across two wine glasses and a bottle of aged french wine and then reached for a stylish watch which she put on with a cruel smirk at Tash through the mirror.

It had been the videos that they had forced Tash to star in that had payed for all that stuff. The silk sheets and expensive clothes were from all the times she had been raped and mercilessly beaten. That Gucci bag was hand stitched from her tears as she cried from humiliation and degradation. The makeup was her powdered pale skin which showed the marks of their abuse so well and that bottle of fine wine, the blood that had been bled from her for their sick entertainment. Despite all that, the thing that hurt her the most was seeing Amanda wear that watch. Tash loved that watch. It had been a birthday present from her dad and reminded her of a time that seemed so distant that she could hardly remember any of it.

Amanda, once finished dressing herself, got back up and then slowly walked towards Tash who cowered back until her back touched a wall. There was no escaping from the pain. Amanda's hand flew over the silk sheets and took Tash's leash from the bed. Instinctively, Tash rose up and presented her collared neck for Amanda to leash. Doing so caused the weights chained to her nipple rings to swing nightmarishly again torturing her sensitive flesh. Her wounds stung with the rings that pierced her body tricking her nerves into thinking that her nipples were being set alight by two match sticks. Four small metal rings also mutilated her labia and weights were also chained down there but unlike those dangling from her tits, the chains attached to her pussylips were longer causing the iron weights to act as anchors that dragged around the floor whilst Tash crawled on her hands and knees.

Amanda smiled as she put Tash's leash on to her collar and took hold of it in her hand. Tash looked up at the woman holding onto to her leash as Amanda looked down on her. With a sharp tug, Tash dropped back down and started to crawl by the blonde's feet with those cruel weights doing their best to cause excruciating pain. Her nipples and pussylips were already so sore that every inch she crawled was agonising. Tash really hoped that she wouldn't have to crawl far today.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on July 31, 2017, 09:24:44 AM
Not a lot happens in this part. Was going to be with some details about how the rest of the crew treat Tash but that'll be in the next bit along with some harsher stuff

This was actually supposed to just be the intro.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on July 31, 2017, 11:50:53 AM
Very nice.  I like how you contrasted the nice things that Amanda had bought from the torture Tash had experienced.  what I like the best was describing how much it hurt Tash to see Amanda wearing Tash's watch her father gave her.  As always great work, don't mind it was short.   ::):
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: SoftGameHunter on July 31, 2017, 02:02:53 PM
Yes, the watch was a nice touch. Let's see Tash get treated worse and worse.  :emot_thedrool.gif:
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: dawnamber on July 31, 2017, 04:42:05 PM
sheesh. Just when I think I've read all the great stories written by great writers, I stumble upon something like this and realize I'm not done! Loved it!
 :sign_badgirl:
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: grendel on August 01, 2017, 06:41:35 PM
Continues to be awesome  8)  Thank you  ;D
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Sam on August 01, 2017, 08:20:40 PM
right now at the moment she'll probably get a couple of parts from her perspective like in part 14 for two reasons, having her contrast with Alice in her interactions with Tash is something that I wanted to explore, hince why I added more characters. The second reason is because I personally enjoyed writing part 14 the most out all the parts so far.

I do have an idea about giving her and the filming crew a backstory but I think I have a rather interesting way that I could possibly do so with a more story based tale with a reporter investigating dark web films starring a certain brunette. But that probably won't be anytime soon.

Totally agree...intense story and this chapter 14 Amanda was -for me-... the best reading ...I enjoy anyway all part where she is involved...;-)

I love LOVE Amanda wish I ha a partner in life like her... ::)

hope to read more from her perspective then...looking foward to...
Sam
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 02, 2017, 09:09:26 PM
Part 16

Rosie

She shivered again with the cold humid air turning her breath to mist as she spun around helplessly from the chain. Her tortured feet hovered above a puddle of filth of her own crimson blood and her toes were barely able to touch hard stone floor.

A rough hand grabbed her fiery red hair from the shadows and held on tightly while the man's other freezing hand squeezed into the flesh of her bruised tits. The chain rattled as she stopped pirouetting like a graceful ballerina. More blood trickled down her arms as the meat hook threaded through the holes that had been drilled through her hands, continued rotating before torn skin and bone gilded the hook to a sudden stop.

With the very tip of her toes, she pushed herself ever so slightly up to relieve the pressure of her wounded palms. The difference was minuet to the point that Rosie could hardly notice. She almost couldn't feel anything with her body frozen to numbness by the cruel cold of the farm house ice room. Her skin, once pale white had started to turn purple and her quivering lips were now an arctic blue.

She could hardly move and felt very little but the cold wasn't enough to stop her from feeling everything. She had felt every second that they had spent raping and hurting her. She felt them cum inside of her each time with their disgusting seeds slobbering down her leg as they pulled out.

When they finished fucking her, a icy chill went to her heart knowing that another would soon be ravishing her again as if she was a pale ceramic fuck doll. That iciness was melted quickly by the rattan cane and fibre glass rod which burnt so viciously with each strike. They had aimed for tits and round bubbly ass to begin with. To say that it wasn't that bad would've been seriously underselling it but that had been nothing compared to when they started to slam away at her shins. Her legs were now a shaking welted mess of pain where she would be shocked if her bones hadn't fractured.

The man behind her took hold of her right nipple now, tormenting her pink nub in between his finger and thumb as she grasped out, begging him to let go. His hold become more brutal as his fingers mangled into her soft breast before he took what ever was left of her bosom that wasn't already in his grasped into the vice of his other hand. Pinching onto to her with both hands, he smiled sinisterly at her and then flung her around from the hook. Rosie didn't look much like a ballerina this time. Instead she looked like what she actually was to these people, a piece of prime meat needing to be tenderised.

Rosie lifted her head as the room spun around her and her ruined hands were butchered agonisingly. She noticed the sturdy oak door slowly open as she started to slow down from spinning. The man who had toyed with her as if her tortured body was a spinning top grabbed her by the neck and choked her until her painful swinging came to an end.  He let go and Rosie heaved to breathe as the door finished opening and Tash carefully crawled down the short narrow stairs.

Tash had a strange clear plastic bag in her mouth which seemed to be filled with water. Rosie watched as one of the men took it from her mouth and then patted her on the head. The pretty brunette glanced up at her as the man belittled her by calling her a good dog. She then turned and started to climb up the stairs. It was then that Rosie saw the weighted chains that dragged along the ground from Tash's piercings. The man grabbed the weights and yanked her back down.

"Where do you think you're going cunt?"

He kept his grip on Tash's pussy weights while the poor slave frantically apologised for her error. His friend came and pulled on the chains which dangled from her breasts. They both yanked hard as Tash begged for mercy and bit down on her own hand to stop herself from screaming.

"There's no friendly competition quite like a good old tug of war is there Tash, why aren't you screaming? Do you want us to rip off your piercings so Amanda can't keep adding weights to them?"

"No please don't! It's...she said she would feed me if I don't scream today. Please masters, I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten in days and I'm so thirsty and tired. Please can't you leave me alone just for today? You can torture me however much you want tomorrow."

They laughed at her. Rosie listened to them laughing at Tash because she was starving so much that she begged them for just one day where they wouldn't hurt her. Just when she thought she understood how inhumanly cruel her captors were, they did something like this to make her realise that she hadn't even scratched the surface.

"I'm not sure you deserve to be fed Tash. Don't you think it'll be amusing to starve you to death?"

"Please I'm begging you!"

She hugged on to the man's leg in a desperate plea for pity.

"Alright just get off my leg already you pathetic slut. What can you do to earn a meal? I know, you see that dildo over there? The purple one."

Rosie had forgotten that it was there. She remembered choking on it as it was forced down her throat and crying when they used it to sodomise her.

"We were trying to play the deepthroat game with Rosie but the frigid whore couldn't even manage to keep it down for a minute. I guess she's not as talented at being a natural cock sucker like you are Tash. What's your record? 2 and half minutes?"

Rosie watched Tash nod amazed that she had been able to keep that thing down her throat for so long without air. What she must have gone through to make her willing to learn just a degrading skill.

"If you manage to hold it down for 3 then we promise not to cane your clit."

They still hadn't stopped pulling on her chains. Only when they let go was Tash allowed to relax her rigid body which had tensed up in a way that her back was painfully arched so that she could avoid them tearing her in half. She dropped to the floor the moment let go and took a second to deal with intense pain burning her nipples and labia. Her hands quickly gathered her chained weights to try and protect herself from further punishment. Only after Tash had calmed herself did Rosie see her slowly stirring to get back up to her hands and knees. Her crawl was more like a limp and she winced as she dragged the weights which stretched her tormented cunt once again.

Tash looked up at Rosie as she crawled, their crying eyes meeting as they endured their individual tortures. The man spun Rosie around by her breasts again to another hellish dance as the meat hook skewered into her hands and squeezed out blood the way a juice press drains an orange. She couldn't twitch most of her fingers now as tendons snapped ripped.

Tash had already started by the time Rosie had spun back around. One of the man was timing her on his phone as she held the dildo down inside her throat. Her hands gripped onto the base of the rubber toy and caught her spit and gristle as she gagged.

Rosie lost sight as she spun around from the ceiling. The imagery of the simple stone wall was a much more pleasant sight but it hardly lingered as she rotated back around again. Tash was choking more than before and her face was pushed down into the ground where she pinned the dildo down. Her hands were behind her as she spread her ass while the man timing her teased his hard cock to the entrance of her asshole. He didn't bother being gentle when he forced himself in. Rosie saw Tash jerk as he went balls deep into her and watched her crumble when his pace increased to savage barbarianism. He brutally pounded into her, thrusting his hips at full forced while she choked.

Rosie spun around a couple more times before the chain couldn't coil no more. She was then sent the opposite direction as the chain unwinded, moving more slowly this with the chain links grinding on each other as she twirled. The hook stopped just in time for Rosie to see the dildo pulled out from an almost unconscious Tash's mouth. The man fired his cum at her whilst she panted for air and her eyes rolled back from the back of her head. His foul cum landed on her face, blue from suffocation.

"Well done Tash, four minutes and 12 seconds. I guess I forgot to look at the stopwatch while I was busy fucking your ass. That really is impressive. Aren't you glad you found out what you were born to do?"

He took her by the hair and forced her to crawl when she really needed to rest. They came towards Rosie where Tash was thrown next to her ruined feet.

"It's not dog food but people say that cum is protein rich. Help yourself cunt."

Rosie looked down at Tash who had tears in her eyes from the brutal ass rape she had just endured. Her asshole gaped and twitched with anal pain and she cried out when a hand came down forcefully onto her round firm cheeks. The man spanked her hard again with the sharp sound of his palm striking Tash's ass drumming out loudly in the room. The spanking continued until Tash started to lick.

Rosie gasped when she first felt Tash's warm tongue on her cold aching feet. She shivered as Tash worked her way upwards, her pierced tongue collecting every drop of cum that had leaked down her thighs. The hot barbells that lined the wet soft muscle flicked across Rosie's frozen skin as Tash caressed and fondled. It felt nice like a moment of calmness in a raging sea. Something to take Rosie's mind off the suffering and pain brought to her by the meat hook and welts that lined breasts and limbs.

Then Tash's tongue went somewhere else. Somewhere where Rosie really didn't want her to. She hatred herself for enjoying it even slightly not that she could feel much pleasure. Tash's touch was so gentle compared to the repulsive cocks that had violated her there before.

"We really did fill the slut up didn't we. It'll be a miracle if she doesn't end up getting pregnant at this rate."

The room suddenly got a whole lot colder and the light that came from a single dimming light bulb seemed to die out. None of them had used protection when raping her and she had been raped over and over again.

"I hardly doubt it'll be a successful pregnancy though. How many miscarriages have you had now Tash? Two?"

Rosie looked at the man to see him grinning down at Tash who weeped at his cruel words.

"Now to deal with your thirst. We'll let you drink Rosie's used enema water."

A little glass bulb was quickly pushed into her asshole with a cold forceful finger digging its way inside like a large warm. They made Tash hold the bag, the same one she had brought with her in between her teeth when she had first entered the room. Both of them were made to look the other in the eye as the liquid flowed down a tube and started to accumulate inside Rosie's rectum.

The strange liquid felt warm and caused an odd knotted sensation inside of her. It weighed uncomfortably and wanted to be expelled back out. She looked at Tash with a worried expression on her face as she didn't know what to do. The substance dribbled down the back of leg and she instinctively tried to clenched her fists but couldn't. The chain was lowered down from the ceiling and she dropped to the dirty floor. A loud scream came out of her as the hook was pulled from the horrific wounds and she sobbed quietly with a tube sticking out of her ass.

"Go get her dog bowl so you don't spill a drop Tash. I want you to either drink all of it straight from her asshole or for you to catch it in that bowl so you can lap it up afterwards."

The bulb was only pulled out when the liquid started overflowing. She pushed out wanting to get rid of it. Behind her she heard Tash struggling to drink the filthy mixture with a unpleasant combination of swallowing and gagging as the used enema water sprayed into her mouth and the tastebuds of her tongue.

Rosie didn't want to turn around and watch but they of course made her. The sight was shocking and the liquid that Tash had managed to catch in the bowl wasn't as clear as it had been before churning inside her. Some of it had fallen to the ground which Tash had to lick clean first, slurping up the vile liquid from the floor. They then made her gurgle the rest not satisfied in simply having her drink it. Her body lurched over as if she was going to throw up, the contents of meal threatening to heave back up her throat and would have done if not for her seemingly swallowing the bile.

"Make sure you clean Rosie's dog bowl properly, we wouldn't want the taste of her enema to upset her would we Tash? I mean dirty shit water, what kind of a pathetic whore would what to taste that?"

Rosie watched not being able to do anything to spare Tash from the degradation. The man placed his boot on top of Tash's head pushing her face into the bottom of the muddied bowl.

"I bet you're still hungry aren't you?"

Tash didn't answer the man who was toying with her sanity. He walked over to a small wooden table over to the far side of the room and came back with a packet of dog food in his hand. He then waved it in front of the starving girl to torment her further.

"Please..."

He opened the packet and poured out the meaty chunks which smelled like sweaty gym socks. Tash looked on through her teary eyes, watching as a couple of green peas came out along with a drizzle of gravy. Her complete focus turned to that bowl. To Rosie, it looked like for just a moment that all the pain, misery and suffering released their tightened possessive grip on her and allowed the brief harbouring of joy.

"To bad this is for Rosie. We wouldn't want our little fuck piggy going hungry. Go on Rosie, go eat your lunch. Doesn't it look yummy?"

One of the man watching nudged her over with his foot to tell her to go eat. He ended up kicking her in the groin when she didn't hurry on quickly enough. Rosie screamed and held her burning pussy which was already so sore and tender before the senseless punt. She was so scared and wanted to obey in order to avoid another unnecessary beating. Lowering herself uncomfortably to the bowl, she went to take a mouthful but stopped herself when she made the mistake of looking up at Tash who was crying freely. She begged Rosie not to do it. To not subject her to having to watch someone else eat something which she had been tricked to thinking would have been given to her.

Rosie wanted to help her. She really did but want could she had done when paralysed by such overwhelming fear.

"What's wrong Rosie? Don't you want to eat it? You're not going to make us force feed you again are you? Tash why don't you help her? Take a mouthful of it and chew it down for her but don't you dare steal. If you even think about swallowing we'll dip you in boiling hot oil so the redheads can enjoy a nice crispy treat."

Both girls looked up there crouched positions questioning if he was really wanted what he was asking. It took Rosie longer to accept the heartlessness of the order than it took Tash. She joined her in crying freely as they shared tears while Tash bent her face to the bowl and chewed on a mouthful. Juices dribbled down her chin as she tasted the beef flavoured gruel. She fought against everything to stop herself from swallowing and limped utterly destroyed to Rosie.

You can have it Tash. I want you to know that I want you to be allowed to eat it, she thought as Tash approached her. She shivered and grated her teeth as she tried to gather the courage to say something meaningful. Instead, Rosie opened her mouth and allowed Tash to spit out the chewed mush. She quickly swallowed it down and couldn't help herself from groaning in disgust as Tash crawled back to the bowl to feed her another mouthful.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 22, 2017, 09:18:45 PM
You fucking threaded a meat hook through poor Rosie's hands?  That was sick.  I love it. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Tiana on September 23, 2017, 09:26:19 PM
I've been reading this for a long time and it still doesn't get repetitive....
Love this story and love the way you spend your time in writing more chapters.....

The level of abuse and degradation is so high......
I'd love to see Tash and Alice torturing each other though.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on November 02, 2017, 10:14:46 AM
Please update soon, I can't get enough of this story. 
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on January 23, 2018, 09:41:38 AM
Part 17

Tash

Day 149

"Hurry up cunt!"

He tugged on her leash and spat out his words as if it was a death threat. There wasn't any rage on his face though but it was rather the simple, pure sadistic anticipation that scared her into obedience. She tried to do want they wanted but there wasn't any way that she could have crawled any faster. The sheer weight they were forcing her to carry was just too much.

Another sharp tug on her leash came with him trying to literally pull her forward. Her body jolted, yanked by her neck. She ignored every one of her screaming bones, her aching joints and rupturing tendons. Her entire body was shaking, sweat rolled down her forehead and her arms threatened to give up under her. It would have been bad enough just being made to carry this enormous weight but they had folded her arms and legs and had bound them in tape to force her to crawl on the tips of her elbows and knees. Trembling, she tried to lift up her right arm from the broken twigs and dead undergrowth that littered the forest floor. The contents of the hulking steel drum strapped on her back, rolled inside the metal casing and caused her spine to buckle.

She carefully placed her arm back down and drew long strained breaths before lifting up her other and pushing forward with her knees. Every yard seemed to be a herculean task with her exhausted, beaten body ready to collapse at any second. She took in another breath and set off to do the same laboured punishment again when she frozed, wide eyed in fear.

Two metal prongs pressed against the swollen stretched petals of Tash's labia. She let out a desperate groan, begging for it all to stop. The metal prongs touched her lips again and she nearly lost control of her bladder.

"Please don't...I can't... I can't go any faster."

She turned her head, craning her neck to see a cruel smile that confirmed her fate. The prongs of the cattle-prod were stabbed into her again but this time, it wasn't to toy with her. Burning lightning scourged like a ricocheting bullet in between her legs. The torturous shock only lasted for a split second but the agonising pain lingered on like wildfire. She fell down into the dirt whilst screaming, the heavy drum on her back, crushing her beneath.

A camera zoomed in to her face while she moaned from being as uncomfortable as she could possibly be. The load pinned her down and squashed her chests to the point that she couldn't breathe. They then watched as she struggled to get back up, her taped arms flailing around uselessly. A pitiful pathetic sight, she looked around at her tormentors for help that she knew she wouldn't receive. The cattle-prod glazed across her skin once more and Tash started crying, whimpering as the prod fired again and again for no reason other than to cause her pain.

"You have 10 seconds to get back up slut or this day is going to get a whole lot longer for you."


Alice

Day 151

She held her close in her arms and wiped away some sweat using a damp cloth. She rinsed out the rag into a bucket and then proceeded to wash her crying friend, being as careful as she could. Tash winced as the cloth touched her skin, pain shot throughout her body forcing a load groan as she drew strained breath.

Alice looked down at Tash and felt fresh tears roll down her cheeks. There was nothing she could have done to protect her. That hopeful prayer repeatedly rang in Alice's head as she desperately wished that it was true. She held her closer, hugging her tortured body with her's.

"I'm so sorry Tash."

She watched as Tash slowly opened her pink, stinging eyes. Her blue pupils glistening in the harsh light as tears overflowed. She stared up at Alice, her pained expression never changing before she shakily lifted up her arms and weakly pushed Alice away.

"Tash?"

She limped a few inches away, moaning with each torturous movement before coming to a still with her back turned away from Alice. Tash then curled up and cried so loudly that it sounded almost like a nightmarish horror movie scream.

Alice felt her eyes watering up as she looked away, not being able to watch Tash like this. She had looked away at a lot of things in these last couple of weeks, trying to back out the cruel hellish reality from her mind. Tash continued to cry when Alice leaned over her and gently placed her hand onto the sobbing girl's shoulder. She was careful to avoid the fresh welts that lined Tash's back but even then, Tash flinched at her touch.

"Tash, it's alright."

"Please leave me alone!"

It was now Alice's turn to flinch away. Tash's words ripped away at her core. Like a deep cut, she bled new tears as if they were crimson blood.

"Tash?"

"I wish you and your family had never came here!"

Alice wished that too but the way Tash said it, sharp and viciously filled with anger and pain.

"You don't mean that."

Alice forced Tash to look at her and her words came out more stern than she had intended. Tash looked at the hurt and anger in Alice's face and cowered within Alice's arms. She desperately tried to pull away, just as much scared as she had been yesterday when she was being tortured for hours without rest. Alice yet her go, horrified of the thought. The sheer frustration had taken the better of her before she managed to calm herself down.

"They...they didn't use to be this bad to me. My masters and mistress before you came. They would fuck me a lot more and hurt me less. It was easier."

Alice reached out to her again and felt Tash flinch once more.

"I just want everyone to stop hurting me."

Alice forced Tash back into her arms and hugged her tightly, not letting go no matter how much Tash fought with what little strength she had.

"I would never hurt you."

She held her even tighter and then felt Tash hugging her back. The girl cried into Alice's chest and wrapped her arms around her. More tears rained out from her eyes as she found a small source of mind saving release that she was in such desperate need of.

"I'm sorry."

Don't be Tash, Alice thought while she too took comfort from the embrace. Despite or more likely because of their situation, it felt so nice to hold Tash. Then the electrode in the poor girl's ass buzzed to life and Tash screamed as a current of electricity fried her from the inside.

"Why can't you sick fuckers stop torturing her! Wasn't what happened to her yesterday enough?"

 The electronic automatic reading program on the laptop at the very far end of the room, sounded out again the words typed by the most recent sadist who had brought Tash pain. The words would have lacked humanity, even if it wasn't machine saying them.

"Naughtydrone says, lol that looked like it really hurt didn't it Tash? Alice, feed her another condom."

Alice looked at the bowl full of disgusting used condoms that she had pushed to the side after emptying four into Tash's mouth. She picked up one of the slippery rubber casings up and then helplessly watched as Tash reluctantly opened her mouth.


Tash

Day 149

"Please stop!"

A blinding explosion of unbearable pain detonated as two oak twigs struck down on her breasts simultaneously. She spat out the dildo clenched in her mouth as she screamed and begged them to stop.

"Please! You have no idea how much it hurts."

She howled as she yelled her words. Sweat glistening off her, caused by the incredible pain. The left side of her face was then whacked by the thick rubber dildo with her saliva which coated the false cock, flying into the air before landing on her face like rain. The force of the strike twisted her head to the side where she found Amanda, leaning across the base of a large tree. She pushed her back off the ancient bark and smiled as she approached her, that vicious horrific rose branch in her hand.

Tash tried in pure fear to push herself off from her back. The metal drum wouldn't budge, no matter how much she begged to god to save her. Amanda had taken her time to stroll over. She flicked the branch, cutting through the empty air before gently sliding the thorns across Tash's stomach.

"Please don't do this. I'm sorry I dropped the dildo from my mouth. Please give me another chance."

"Count out the strokes puppy. I'll beat you to a bloody pulp if you don't."

It only took the first birching to draw blood. The prickly thorns stabbed into her skin like a bear claw.

"PLEASE DON'T!"

The second crisscrossed the first by intention for the purpose if hurting her as much as possible.

"STOP IT!"

Stroke after stroke, the pain layered on like the floors to a great tower. By the, sixth, it felt like a skyscraper was being slammed down onto her bleeding, tortured breasts.

"You're...going to...kill me."

Amanda laughed while Tash was on the threshold of passing out. She took a handful of the bloody meat and twisted it with sadistic joy. She then Tash's weighted piercings and dropped them so that the little barbells rested on Tash's shoulders. With the bottom of Tash's tits exposed, Mother Nature's most painful cane swished away four more wickedly cruel times.

Tash didn't stop screaming until her voice broke. Blood dripped down from her breasts and her caramel brown hair was sprayed messily across her face, glued down by sweat. She didn't even have the strength to move when the ropes trying her to the drum were unknotted.

"What did you end up putting in that thing to weigh it down?"

Tash couldn't tell who was speaking, her world was one of all consuming pain.

"Rocks. I stuffed that drum full so that it would be fun watching her carry it. I'm surprised she managed to get it this far."

"What now?"

"We make her dig. I wished we brought Rosie along so we would've had something to fuck."

"Oh don't worry, I brought some bullwhips."

Tash listened in to their conversation as they talked like she wasn't even there. She kept listening and continued to cry.


Alice

Day 150

She picked up the seemingly ripe fruit and felt it within her gloved hand. Squeezing gently, she tested how firm the rainbow painted mango was in her hand. Its vibrant colours, the shades of green, orange and red that blended all together into a morphed, yet elegant shape.

Alice then put the fruit down again having changed her mind and wandered down the aisle until she reached the checkout. She payed for her groceries and left the store, only to be greeted by a blast of cold, wintertime wind. Her boots crunched the melting ice, cracked and broken over the stone path beneath her feet. She snuggled her face into her scarf to keep warm and walked as fast as she could without falling over to get out of the cold.

It wasn't a long walk back to her apartment. By this time, the reception at the entrance was empty with the security guard having gone somewhere on his break. Alice didn't mind, preferring not to be seen after the November wind had messed up her curled, red hair.

She pressed the bottom on the lift and waited as the elevator came slowly down. The lit numbers by the door slowly counted down and Alice sniffled softly before the lift reached the ground floor. She picked up her groceries which she had dropped to the floor in their plastic bags whilst she had been waiting and stepped into the lift. She then pressed to go up and thought again about what to make for dinner.

Once on her floor, she got out of the lift and onto a carpeted corridor with white walls and wooden doors stretching around either corner. She walked to her apartment door and then struggled to find her keys which had slid down to the bottom of her coat pocket.

She cursed under her breath having rather typically, dropped them to the checkered carpet floor. It took her another minute to insert them them and unlock her door with frozen numb fingers. Alice placed the bags down, having decided to make a risotto and then hung up her coat and scarf onto a peg by the door. She then took off her boots and looked across the small but homely, three room apartment.

"Tash?"

She searched around for her roommate wondering where she was. The sofa in the living space was empty and the TV had been switched off.

"Where did she get off to?"

Alice called out for her again but received no answer. Had Tash finally managed to go outside? Alice quickly went to the bedroom, a little concerned for her friend. The door had been pulled half shut, never closed completely so that neither of them felt trapped.

She carefully opened it fully and turned on the lights so that she could see the empty bed. The blankets were unmade and the pillows out of place. It looked like someone had to sleep there but failed to find a comfortable resting position. Alice then looked to the ground by the foot of the bed and frowned.

There was Tash, curled up on the floor, naked and shivering as she slept. Alice walked gently towards her felt her heart weigh down like lead as she got closer. Tash had gone and wrapped that dog collar and leash the therapist had recommended around her neck.

Despite how cold she was, she looked rather peaceful. Alice sighed knowing how difficult Tash found it to sleep in their bed. She knew that Tash did her best to sleep there only because of her, sleeping naked and on the ground just came so much more naturally to her. At least she was making progress, at least now she managed to rest on the soft carpet rather the hard ceramic tiles of the bathroom.

She bent down and then hesitated for a bit before she noticed the pained expression of anguished that distorted Tash's face. The girl cried out in her sleep, the words no and please whispering from her mouth.

"Tash."

Alice grabbed hold of Tash's shoulder and gently shook her to wake the girl from whatever horrible dream she was having. Her cries grew louder and she batted Alice's hand away before awakening.

"It was just a nightmare."

Alice watched as Tash took a moment to get her bearings. She was slow to come to full consciousness, half enslaved her twisted dream. Her blue eyes were littered in sad tears which she had to wipe away with her cold arms. Alice helped her to stand, holding her tightly, sharing her bodyheat.

"Are you okay?"

Tash nodded.

"I...I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

Alice reassured her, trying her best to hide the sadness in her voice.

"How about I help you put something warm on and then make us something to eat?"

She guided Tash over to a chair, on which she had neatly folded her clothes after she had stripped nude and helped her to dress. Alice then watched as Tash removed the thing around her neck, first unhooking the leash and then unbuckled her dog collar. She set it down on the night table as if they were pieces of fine jewellery before picking up a black laced thong and bending over to put it on.

Alice enjoyed the show. All guiltily feelings she felt about choosing that sexy piece went out of her head with the sultry underwear preventing her from noticing all the small fractured scars that decorated Tash's body. The stunningly beautiful, gorgeous girl turned around to look at Alice, all sly and innocently before giving a small smile that chased all of winter away.

"Alice."

"Yes Tash?"

"Alice."

Tash repeated her name, calling out to her almost playfully.

"Alice!"

There was something strange happening.

"Alice!"

She could sense that something wasn't quite right.

"ALICE!"

Light came to her increasing darkening word like an unwanted sickness. Quickly, the remnants of her heavenly blessed dream, faded back to her imagination and cruel reality welcomed her back with nothing but misery. The chain leash attached to her collared rattled and the thoughts of her dream were lost.

"Alice!"

She turned her head to look wearily at her mother who was calling out her name, the worried look of concern only slightly fading once Alice stared back at her. She dried blood that went down her mother's neck from the spilt lip, had collected by the dog collar that was chained to Alice's before it had tinkled down to her beaten breasts which like the rest of her body, was covered in sweat and dirt.

Alice turned her head back around, not being able to strain herself to keep her head tilted. As it dropped, her messy, greasy hair flopped over her face like orange cobwebs. She tasted sour salt each breath and tried her best to not think about the lingering flavour of cum that tormented her tongue. Her sore throat seemed to renew that particular flavour every time she breathed out.

Alice then tried to adjust herself to a more comfortable position once she had come to terms with where she was. She could only move ever so slightly with the thick leather belts bound around her body having kept her kneeing still for hours. God her knees and shins hurt.

The sybrian in between her legs continued to vibrate viciously on her clit and inside of her while another did the same to her mother. Neither of them felt any pleasure, the sensation of the endless buzzing was nothing but torturous and that seemed like it would never end.

Alice looked across to the small narrow set of stairs on the far side of the room and looked up to where the shadows hid away a hatch. She begged desperately for someone to come down. For someone to mercifully free her from these bounds. It was hours before someone finally did.


Tash

Day 150

In darkness and isolation, she opened her eyes, awakening from wearily, disturbing dreams. Hoping and praying for reality to be better than her nightmares. She opened her eyes but saw nothing in the pitch blackness and nothing was waiting to greet her but pain and misery.

Tash had no idea of how long she'd been left alone here in her cold, damp makeshift coffin but her body still screamed out, the anguish hadn't even started to fade after hours of cultivated suffering. Every bone and muscle of her body ached to total stiffness. Her breasts were bloodied and felt like they were being simultaneously burnt, burgeoned and ripped apart by some kind of savage animal. She tried to block out the pain only for the wounds from her latest whipping to deny her any break from the unbearable pain she had been left with as company.

They had beaten her whilst making her dig her own grave. So many times had the hard leather tongues of their whips kissed her wherever and whenever they was pleased, wrapping around her tortured body over and over again as she dug. When she fell onto her knees, her back a bleeding mess, begging them for mercy she knew in her heart would never be shown, they responded by taking away her shovel and forced her to dig with her hands. The whipping never slowing down.

Then, after her hands bled like the rest of her body, the steel drum they had forced her to carry was dropped into the hole she had laboured to create. With a bedrock lining of the pointiest most jagged stones that they selected, layering the bottom of the metal barrel, they dropped her near lifeless body into it. Her hands handcuffed behind a beg and three large dildos stuffed into her mouth, cunt and ass. She was told not to drop them, to not let them out of her holes whilst she looked on in horror as the lid of the drum was sealed with her inside. Only a small hole drilled into the top of the lid connected her to the world on the surface, that too vanished when a thick tube was slowly threaded through, blocking out all light. Then she had to listen, helpless as the sound of dirt being shovelled on top of her hammered down around the metal casing. Soil and little pebbles, raining upon her casket, each accompanied by lethal fear until all noises stopped and she was left alone to die, too scared to even let the invading rubber cocks slip out of her body.

She didn't want to die like this. Not all alone in such terrible pain. Then again, she knew that there wasn't much else waiting for her except for terrible pain. A lifetime of never ending torture did nothing to comfort Tash but a small part of her longed for it if it meant she would be let out of this cold, cramped barrel. She would even have begged them to beat her to death rather than leave her here in the dark to slowly die of starvation and thirst.

When was someone going to let her out? No one was going to let her out. No one was coming for her. She really was going to die in here.


Alice

Day 150

She had no idea where they were taking her but she kept her eyes wide and alert, trying to scan the dense woodland to remember the path which they were forcing her to crawl with a leash and dog collar around her neck. Alice ignored the cameras, choosing to block out the painful fact that she was being filmed whist she crawled on her hands and knees like a dog.

She tried so desperately to remember any key features that marked the trees and vegetation in an attempt to remember the route she had taken in the event that she somehow managed to run away. She needed to remember her way back to the farm so that she could rescue her mother and sister but everything looked the same and they were deliberately leading her in circles to confuse her brain.

She then saw something strange poking out of the ground in a opening that was free of trees. It looked like a large plastic funnel, randomly buried halfway into a patch of freshly disturbed soil. Next to the funnel, lay a single shovel and Alice froze up in fear.

They're going to make me dig up my own grave.

A strong hand tugged on her leash, forcing her to crawl towards the two misplaced objects. She stopped when she reached them and looked up at her kidnappers, torturers and rapists. Her throat dried up and her mouth was gagged with fear that stopped her from pleading them not to kill her.

"You said you needed to pee didn't you? Piss into that funnel."

"What..?"

A whip cracked, cutting through the air. She didn't see it but felt it land onto her back before there was an almost a second delay between the whip striking her and her nerves registering the pain. Alice cried out before quickly rushing to the funnel and squatting down above it, her back stinging intensely. She hovered over it for a full minute before overcoming her shy bladder and peeing down the funnel for the cameras.


Tash

Day 150

Please don't leave me in here.

She found herself praying, yet nothing changed. Tears rolled down her eyes once again and she felt another panic attack coming as her heartbeat sped up to uncontrolled, rapid thumping inside her chest. Please save me, anyone.

She looked up where the hole had once been, the last source of sunlight that her tear filled eyes had seen. There was nothing there as she cried out to the world above her. Then she heard something tinkling down towards her.

A warm liquid spilled down onto face. The warmth felt hot on her skin and stung her eyes like acid. She got it in her hair and some of it dripped down her neck, towards her badly beaten body. It then entered up her nose and into her dildo filled mouth. The taste and smell of piss was unmistakable to Tash who had been made to drink it nearly everyday for as long as she could now remember. It was disgusting and foul and yet here she was, unbelievably grateful to be pissed on. She might have even cried a few tears of happiness if her eyes weren't already teary pools of salted rain.

The flow of urine stopped but the disturbance above her on the surface continued. Tash soon heard the same sound that she had heard when she was being buried but this time, it signalled that she was being dug up. Slowly, layer by layer of dirt was removed and eventually, she felt fresh non stale air entering her lungs.

The sound of metal striking metal came after what felt like an age. The rusted metal blade of the shovel scrapped against the lid of Tash's barrel and dislodged the tube from that small hole. Sunlight came down, letting her see for the first time in hours. It hurt her eyes at first but she adjusted to the light and then heard the lid of the steel drum being slowly unscrewed.

Tash looked up and found Alice who had the most surprised, horrified expression on her sweaty pretty face. Holding her leash was Amanda who looked down at Tash with that wicked grin that told Tash her misery wasn't over.

"You buried her alive and then made me pee on her?"

The disbelief in Alice's voice was only equaled by Amanda cruel laugh as she enjoyed the pitiful state that Tash was in.

"What's the matter? You said you wanted to know where Tash was. There the cunt is, covered in piss and cum and stuffed full with cock like normal."

Strong hands dragged Tash out of the ground and she spilled down, embracing the surface without a shred of dignity.

"Thank you!"

A chorus of laughter viciously tore into her but she didn't care. She rubbed her face into the dirt, happy to feel a warm breeze dancing on her skin and the sun giving her little kisses of joy.

"Thank you."

She thanked them again. Her body feeling something other than pain for the first time in hours. She let Amanda pick up the dildo that had slid out of her mouth and then watched as she handed the spit coated toy to Alice. Tash saw that Alice was grossed out by the thing she had kept in her mouth for so long. She didn't blame her, she knew she was disgusting as the euphoria of being free from her hole wore off. Her hands were unlocked from the cuffs and she saw Amanda whisper something into Alice's ear.

"Okay I'll do it but can't you see that you can't do what you want to do to her! She won't be able to take it!"

"Just shut up and make the cunt play fetch."

Alice crawled towards her and then gently stroked her sweat and piss drenched hair. She squeezed her hand carefully and reassuringly to try and comfort her before shaking the dildo that had tormented Tash's jaw in front of her face.

"Tash, I need you to try and do what they want."

She threw the toy to the ground a few feet away from when they were kneeling. With cramp having long taken over her body, Tash cried out as a rigour like stiffness fought her movements. She crawled towards the dildo in pain with the other two identical toys still inside of her.

"She's got cramp! Making her play fetch is just hurting her for no reason!"

No one seemed to care about Alice's concern as Tash picked the thing up in her mouth and slowly crawled back to her friend.

"Throw it into the nettle bush on your right next time and when the slut fetches it for you, tell her about the fun things we have planned."


Alice

Day 150

She told Tash about the horrible things that Amanda had whispered into her ear. 150 days, they claimed, 150 days that Tash had endured being tortured and raped. Alice had no idea how she had survived so long. Both of them had cried fresh tears whilst Alice spoke of what was planned. They were then forced to crawl back to the barn, knowing what was going to happen there.

The journey was long but Alice, this time didn't feel the shame of being led around like an animal. She only felt so sorry for Tash, repeatedly trying to say something meaningful but failing.

"You said if I made her play fetch, you would go easy on her!"

"We are. We're going to skip the water boarding and electro torture parts that we had planned. Save those things for later, maybe even do them to Elizabeth or Rosie instead."

Inside the barn, everything was already set up. Tash had to be dragged inside as she couldn't physically move from the terror of what she knew they were going to do to her. They quickly hosed her down to get rid of all the filth that had collected on her body and then dried her. Those caramel brown locks of her's were tied back in a simple bun and a thick lining of mascara and red lipstick was carefully smeared onto her face.

They then cuffed her hands to the ceiling by a long chain with two more wrapped around either one of her ankles to keep her legs spread. Alice just felt hopeless as they made her watch. A ring gag now wedging her mouth open to prevent her pleading them not to do this to Tash.

Jumper cables were attached to the poor girl's tits, right on top of her nipple piercings and Alice could literally feel Tash's pain having been familiar with their vicious bite herself.

"Remember cunt, read from the autocue."

The cameras were positioned to capture every angle and only when everything was perfect was Tash told to start.

"Welcome to Slut Torture Entertainment where we're celebrating day 150 of my nonstop abuse marathon. This cunt can't thank you enough for enjoying watching me getting raped and tortured for your pleasure. Thank you for voting to let me out of the steel drum so I can continue to suffer for you all rather than...rather than having it filled with acid. I don't deserve your mercy at all. The only...AARRGH!"

That slight hesitation from finding out that a vote had been carried out to decide whether or not she should've been drowned in acid was enough justification for the car battery connected to the cables to be fired.

"No don't! It hurts so bad!"

Alice tried to rush over to her. She nearly managed to break free due to the surprise of her actions but hands grabbed her before she managed to reach Tash. Her red hair was grasped to hold her head still, forcing her to watch.

I'm so sorry Tash.

"The only thing I deserve is to be made to scream from so much pain that I wish you had voted to dissolve me in acid. A completely useless whore like me was born for no other reason than to suffer for you."

Alice kept trying to struggle but a hard slap to her face knocked her down to the floor. When they picked her up again, her face stung and she felt the fight leaving her body. She couldn't look Tash in the eyes and begged her to look away wanting nothing more than to turn away and save herself from the anguish she felt watching her in pain.

"As a reminder of how it all started, I'm going to answer your questions with a car battery wired to my tits just like the first day when this dumb bitch got introduced to you all. AARRGH! That's what it says!"

"Almost right cunt. It's only right that we make this just a little bit more interesting than last time. We're going to clamp the jumper cables to your pussylips instead."

There was no way for Alice to block out Tash's screams as the cables were pulled off her tits and carelessly clamped down in between her thighs onto the most sensitive part of her body. The part where it would hurt the most to be electrocuted, where they could make her suffer as much as possible.

"Read the first question and remember, we're going to shock you if we don't like your answers so make them hot."

Make it hot for them? Make it hot for the satisfaction of a bunch depraved sadist that wanted to humiliate Tash as well as hurt her. Alice still couldn't comprehend how such cruel and inhumane people could exist.

"SlutintheSkyGrazer says, hi Tash I've enjoyed watching you get abuse so much. Nothing's more...fun than listening to you crying. What's the most humiliating thing you've had to do?"

It was amazing that Tash managed to read while she visibly shook in pain from the clamps biting into her swollen lips. She didn't answer right away and Alice half expected her to be screaming in pain for making them wait while she thought of all the horrible things they've made her do.

"When...when they made me tell you about how I lost my virginity or they were going to drown me."

Finding yet another reason to hate herself, Alice found herself glad when Tash looked away from her, her face bright red with embarrassment as she relived her memories.

"I...it was...it was really personal to me. I don't think I've told anyone it before and then when I had to explain how he cheated on me with my best friend..."

She was in pain and Alice found herself crying with her. The pain was laced with each syllable that Tash struggled to form, the way her whispering voice was shaking in between sobs. So sharp and cutting like barbed wire for Alice's ears.

"SoftCuntHunter says, I've been saving up to buy you a couple dozen whip strokes..."

She stopped halfway, her voice breaking as she paused to try and wipe away her tears on her bound arms. They of course shocked her for taking a break and got such a kick out of seeing her thrash around on the chain that they just had to shock her again.

"No please stop! It burns!...he's asking where I hate getting whipped the most so he can have you torture me there."

"Don't you mean where you love getting hit the most?"

"...on my boobs...AAAHHH! I love getting whipped on my tits."

"That's interesting, I thought it would be on your clit."

Shivers went down Alice's spine as the blonde lady spoke to Tash, making everything so much worse. She had even knelt down so that she could talk just a few inches away from Alice's ear.

"It...after a while, it goes numb there faster. It hurts so much there that I stop being able to feel anymore pain faster than when you punish my boobs and I can pass out quicker."

The woman and her friends chuckled before remarking that they would have to come up with a way to change that.

"DarkDreamsGirl says, how many times have you been raped? I... I can't count...it's been so many."

Tash found herself screaming once again which was when Alice gave up trying to apply reason to why they were hurting her. They were doing it purely because they could.

"You're going to make me sick. It hurts! It fucking hurts!...Ahh. Shadowcerial says, what would..."

She turned paler than she should have, her face strained into an expression of pure shock. Alice tried to turn her head and find out what it was that they wanted Tash to say.

"I won't say that! You can't make me!"

What followed was horrific and unwatchable. A loud scream of anguish before the sight of Tash shaking her head and refusing. Another shock followed by another and then another, all the while Tash pleaded. What could possibly be so bad?

"Why would you ask me that? Why? It's so sick! What...what would my father say if he was here now while...while I sucked his cock."

Alice nearly threw up for Tash. It was revolting, foul and twisted. She then thought about Rosie and remembered what they had forced her to do to their mother. A part of Alice died in that moment, lost forever with her free flowing tears.

"He probably wouldn't be able to recognise me. He wouldn't know what I've become."

Something was dying inside Tash as well. She just bowed her head and took the inevitable shock.

"Sickochickamanda says, Tash I want you to know that I came up with the idea for what's going to happen to your lovely little feet. Your welcome by the way...thank...thank you...you sick...why?...why would you suggest..."

She wasn't speaking words that could fit together in a sentence. Alice just watched as Tash mumbled random words, both of them knowing that this wasn't even close to being over.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on January 23, 2018, 09:43:12 AM
Tash

Day 150

"Please...no more."

She sobbed openly into the capture of the camera lenses that zoomed in for close ups of her tear soaked face. The heavy mascara that had been plastered around her eyes leaked down her cheeks in long black streaks and a string of snot dripped from her nose, hanging there like a yo yo as she snivelled and cried. That was what they wanted wasn't it? To see her in misery and pain. She had no doubt that some of the people who were watching were laughing at her. There must have been something really funny about her being senselessly tortured but she just couldn't understand the joke.

Tash instead, involuntarily found herself as the punchline of the gag again as she gave them what they wanted. Her head flicked back as she looked up to the sky and wailed a savage scream. Once again, it felt as if a lightning bolt had crashed down from the heavens to destroy her. Such terrible pain stole away her the breath in her lungs as she screeched. Her knees buckled, her legs folded and cold sweat constricted around her with overstimulating fear.

They then only allowed her to rest for a last than a second before electrocuting her again using the jumper cables clamped to her labia. A thousand strands of electricity surged throughout her body, tuning every nerve and pain receptor until she was in agony. She screamed yet again, making another amusing joke that came at the low price of her sanity.

It was only when her screaming and whimpering stopped that she could hear another sound rather than just the echoing yell of her brain. It was a soft sound that came partnered with the sound of another girl's tears. Tash then started to hear the moans that slowly got faster and faster. She turned her head to the direction of the noise just as they shocked her again. Her electric dance lacked any rhythm or tempo and was choreographed purely by anguish. Her body raptured with the shockwave as if she was possessed by a demon and she fought so had with the chain the the handcuffs bruised her wrist to the point of bleeding.

It seemed like her body was finally at the point of mercifully shutting down but a hard slap awoke her back to hell. Tash hadn't even heard the tapping sound of Amanda's heeled boots stepping towards her. She hatred that sound, the light tapping and casual stroll that came before inhumane pain. She was slapped again, whacking her face to the side as the open palm connected with her cheek. Again but a backhand this time followed by a cruel laugh. Why did everyone enjoy beating her so much?

She then felt wet fingers slipping into her mouth as Amanda invaded her with her silky digits. Her tongue tasted what was coating the soft french-tipped nails as she licked clean the woman's fingertips and hand. The tastes of every body fluid were all too familiar to her and her tongue instantly identified the sweat juices. Tash didn't think it was possible for her to hate another person more than how much she loathed her mistress, she was screaming in absolute agony and there Amanda had been, pleasuring to herself to the sound of helpless cries and desperate begging.

She saw Amanda recognise the hatred in Tash's eyes and her smile grew wider with greater sadistic glee. Her mistress wouldn't have to wait long to hurt her and the terrible things that she and the rest of them were going to do invaded Tash like if sheer terror was raping her.

Surprisingly, Amanda walked away. As the blonde turned her body to walk to somewhere behind her, Tash saw the body of another woman who was panting through her ring gag on the floor. More horrible thoughts raped Tash's mind as she tried desperately not to accept what her eyes were seeing. A vibrator lay next to this woman on the ground and her fiery red hair that Tash had previously thought of as warm and beautiful was sprayed out on the filth. The woman slowly raised her head as the feeling of ecasty subsided from her face but her cheeks strayed red with shame until they matched her pretty hair. Tash then saw a couple of fresh tears falling down from her eyes but her mind hardly recognised the woman's embarrassment, shame and grief. She was too busy, fasciated with what was glistening on her thighs.

"Why...why did you cum?"

Alice shook her head no and muttered something into her gag which Tash couldn't understand. The explanation that Amanda had forced Alice to cum would probably have not done anything to help anyway as Tash quickly realised that it had been Alice's juices that she had tasted on Amanda's hand. In her anguished state, Tash's mind couldn't think rationally and the confusion was enough to make her assume that her friend had enjoyed watching her humiliate and degrade herself as she got tortured. She couldn't help but wonder if Alice would cum again as her punishment for ever being born was far from over.

Once again, she didn't notice Amanda approaching her until it was too late. She whispered something into her ear and Tash nodded her head, grasping at the chance to spare herself unnecessary pain. She looked at Alice and spoke in a broken, hoarse voice.

"Did you enjoy watching me suffer?"

She then watched as Alice bawled out with tears, the same way she did when words hurt as much as whips and canes. The raw emotion that had suffocated her words made her sound angry and upset, much to Alice's torment.

Amanda smiled again, satisfied with the misery that she had caused and slowly took off the jumper cabled from Tash's swollen lips like agreed rather than just yanking them off. It still hurt terribly and left Tash grasping and moaning in pain. The chain holding her up was lowered from the ceiling and she collapsed hard to the ground like a corpse.

Tash strayed there, staring out to the distance with only free flowing tears disrupting her deadpan eyes. She didn't notice what everyone else was doing around her. She didn't even notice when Amanda came back and redid her hair, pulling it and tying it into a neat ponytail.

"Get up!"

The words didn't come through to until the kick to her gut stamped aloud the order. She was so tired and sore all over with her skin being composed more of red angry welts and purple bruises than pale flesh. Gingerly, she tried to stand but collapsed again soon after as her leg buckled. It was only with the help of a man yanking her up with her hair and spanking her round ass that she managed to get onto her feet.

"It feels good to stand doesn't it? Better than having to by on your knees where you belong."

Tash didn't respond as she was tormented further.

"Look over there, that's the lighter we're going to use to light up the fire that's going to heat up the irons. Your going to go fetch it with your teeth and your going to keep you hands behind the back of your head while walking like one of those supermodels on a catwalk. We want the last time you'll be able to walk on your feet to be rememberable don't we?"

Tash did as she was told knowing that they would just torture her some more if she refused. She even swayed her hips, trying to walk with purpose but her legs had very little strength causing her clumsily trip over her own feet as if she were wearing high heeled stilettos. The ground was of rough, uneven cement but it still felt nice to be able to stand. She knew she was going to miss that feeling and despised the fact that she would end up having to crawl everywhere from now on.

She ended up tripping over twice on her short walk to the fire lighter that had been placed on the ground where she bent over to pick it up using her teeth like some sort of animal. She then fell again once trying to stand back up, flopping around like a fish out of water, creating a rather amusing sceptical as she struggled.

Her legs threatened to stop working as fear shackled to her ankles like a ball and chain. No one seemed to mind how long she was taking to walk back though, the show she was putting on with her body drenched in cold sweat and tears running down from her eyes. She dropped the lighter from her mouth into the open hand of one of the men who then slapped her with his other. His palm struck her with the full force of his arm, knocking her to the ground whilst her face lit up, stinging and red.

Tash instinctively tried to cover up with her handcuffed hands and legs. She tried to protect, remembering that the man was particularly fond of beating the shit out of her with his fist and expecting yet another senseless assault. Surprised that the man just walked away, there was little time for any sense of relief as the chain was quickly reattached to her cuffs and pulled by a pulley until she was lifted onto her knees. She then held still for them, accepting her fate as there was no point trying to stop them. Her last pleas and begging whines fell to their deaf uncaring ears as they bound her legs to each other by a thick leather belt wrapped around her calfs. A piece of thin but coarse rope was then knotted to her big toes, looping them together. The rope was then pulled from beneath her and was threaded through a pulley system similar to the one that controlled the chain. They adjusted both as she was lifted off from the ground by the handcuffs and rope around her toes.

She whimpered as her toes were stretched and constricted while her body swung unbalanced three feet off the ground. They pulled on both again and she found herself thrusted up slightly higher to just beneath waist height. Cold finger then forced their way inside her, sodomising her ass and worming their way into her sore cunt. With her body used like the finger holes of a bowling ball, she was dragged back to one side by two men before they unhooked their fingers from inside of her. She cried out as she swayed from side to side like a demented playground swing.

"Now then Tash, you remember the order I did it in don't you? First the cane, then a couple of toothpicks for your toes and finally the branding irons."

How could she forget? How could she ever forget what Amanda did to her that day?

"It's going to be a lot nastier this time and more permanent. First bits the same though, a nice little bit of bastinado for starters. The thing is though, you don't have any toenails left so we took some suggestions from your fans. We tested out the use of a soldering iron out on Rosie that seemed to be very popular but it didn't seem to hurt enough so the boys are just going to break each of your toes using a nutcracker."

She cried even more as Amanda kept on whispering into her ear. It seemed so much worse when she said it than when Alice had tried to comfort her.

"Then, everyone's going to take a hot poker and brand it into your feet until you can't ever walk again. They're going to go in between your toes and all around your feet before we start destroying your achilles tendons."
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Post by: archon1980 on January 23, 2018, 10:58:09 AM
OH MY GOD!  That was amazing.  Love to see Tash's feet destroyed.  Would love to see Amanda taking even more of a role in the women's torture.  Personally I'd kill one of the daughters and make mom, sister and tash watch.  but hat's just me.  Well written, well crafted story, I love it. 
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Post by: QueenOfPentacles on February 04, 2018, 06:23:34 PM
I can't even begin to describe how obsessed I am with this story! Keep up the fine work :)
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Post by: Beater on February 06, 2018, 01:28:52 PM
I can't even begin to describe how obsessed I am with this story! Keep up the fine work :)

Glad you enjoyed it
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Post by: QueenOfPentacles on February 06, 2018, 01:44:21 PM
I can't even begin to describe how obsessed I am with this story! Keep up the fine work :)

Glad you enjoyed it

Every part of me did!
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on February 07, 2018, 01:08:36 PM
Alice

Day 150

She turned away, bowing her head down to the floor until they yanked on her flame streaked hair and forced her to watch the horrid show again. Her face remained red through shame with the feelings of anger having long been surpassed by a soul devouring sense of helplessness. There was nothing that she could do for her.

Alice kept telling herself that there was nothing she could do to help Tash but the part of her that still remained unbent from the daily abuse she had suffered refused to believe that. Her mind prevented her from accepting the reality of her cruel world and somehow found a way to hold her responsible. She was blaming herself for some unexplainable reason, perhaps because if she was responsible, then there would still be something that she could do. Anything was better than the overwhelming powerless that held her down on her knees as she cried and dribbled out of her ring gag.

She saw one of the men continuing with Tash's torment. He had a clear plastic water bottle in his hand which her slid into Tash's already punished cunt. The man then proceeded to insert and pull out the bottle, twisting the invading object in between her swollen lips whilst Tash begged him, begged any and everyone to not cripple her feet.

No one listened to her as he pulled out the bottle and held it by his crotch. He undid the lid and then quickly poured out the contents into Tash's mouth. The liquid rushed out far too fast for her to drink it without coughing and heaving, spilling the water all over her face and chest. He must have thought that she hadn't been able to drink enough as he then unzipped his jeans and pissed into her mouth. Tash struck out her tongue to give him a target and once the man had finished, another came and he too emptied his bladder, making Tash swallow their piss before she gratefully thanked two men who were going to inflict terrible pain on her.

That was what Alice hatred most of all. Seeing them treat Tash like a performing monkey. The poor trained girl remained heartbreakingly obedient, even when she knew that they were going to hurt her anyway. And hurt her they did. Alice shut her eyes tightly as she could, hoping that the man holding wouldn't force her eyelids open. She kept them closed as the first swing of the rose birch sliced through the air like a sharp knife and cracked into the soles of Tash's feet. She could keep her eyes shut but she could do nothing to block out neither the sound that the birch made when it slammed into sensitive skin or the resulting screech that followed it.

The crack of the switch came again and again as did the hoarse, broken screams.The sound of desperate panting and gasped for shallow air came in between the noises of the beating. There was a short wait before the next stroke echoed into Alice's ears, drilling a loud hole inside her head. She then heard the links of the chain that Tash's hands were bound by clashing together rapidly as she tried hopelessly to free herself. Then Alice made the mistake of opening her eyes just as blood spattered like rain from the soles of Tash's feet. The thorns of the cane, tearing away at her skin like wet paper. Another vicious strike and the rose stem snapped in half and flew to other side of the room.

"Fuck! That's the second toy you've broke this week Tash!"

The blonde woman lifted Tash's head up and forced her to look into the camera as she openly wept. One of the men who had piss on Tash approached with a bag of rock salt and seasoned the open bloody wounds to a long shrieking whine.

"Just so you remember, you're going to get 30 extra lashes added to whatever the fans buy for you every time you pass out!"

The man holding Alice let go of her and she dropped to the ground, paralysed by fear that prevented her from moving. Another man came to grab her and make her watch as the first whistled as he strolled over to where Tash was and took out a metallic nutcracker from his pocket. He opened it's hinges and place it around Tash's right big toe. It was one that had rope tied to it and was supporting her suspended body. Alice couldn't begin to imagine how much it hurt as he squeezed down on the device clamping the specially designed teeth and struggling to completely close it. She watch Tash violently shaking, fighting against her cuffs until her wrists bled from broken skin. Her body buckled, twisting like if her spine was a pretzel as she experienced what was beyond mortal pain.

They let her suffer and writhe, screaming and moaning like a dying animal that was being sadistically ripped apart before death. Finally, Alice heard a soft pop and then a crunching sound as bone broke and shattered. Like an army of ants, they lined up for their turn at breaking her toes with the cameras zooming in at the sickening sight of her deformed feet and distressed face.

"We should probably put a disclaimer at the start of this one."

They laughed and joked as they went about it. The next man took his turn and selected which piggy he wanted to break. He chose the smallest on the other foot and used both hands to crush the cute stub. He then twisted his hand, turning the clamped nutcracker like a wrench as he enjoyed his evil game.

A filthy vile liquid shot out of Tash's mouth as she threw up what little was in her stomach. It leaked into her nose and hair as her head was thrown backwards.  Another man snapped another toe and this time Tash went limp, mercifully spared the anguish. The next man came and broke his pick, causing her unconscious body to twitch like a dead frog.

They woke her with a bucket of icy water and then her other big toe was placed in between the nutcracker. The pain was so bad that she couldn't even pray and Alice saw her black out almost straight away again. The remaining five were broke while she lay unconscious with two fingers pressed against her neck to check for a pulse and careful monitoring of her breathing. After all, they still had the branding irons to play with.

Both Alice and Tash ended up pissing themselves as white out pokers sizzled between Tash's broken toes. They burnt over her gushing cuts, the same three irons being heated up again and again. Then they heated up the ones with the sharpened points and stabbed them through the back of her ankles. Alice couldn't bear to watch and closed her crying eyes, hearing nothing but an unforgettable hiss and smelling the scent of burnt flesh, so strong that she hurled.


Tash

Day 151

She hardly knew what was going on. Her brain just couldn't take in any information that her senses were providing. What she could recognise was the occasional electric shock that would zap away inside her cunt and ass, making her jolt and sometimes accidentally touch the floor with her horribly destroyed feet.

Strong arms held her still to try and stop her from hurting herself as the electrodes activated again. She blinked her eyes slowly awake and the bright lights stung as Tash felt Alice moving. Her vision focused just in time for her to see the pretty former nurse picking up a used condom from Tash's bowl and forced it into her mouth. She left it there as the soured contents emptied onto her tongue. Tash couldn't swallow it so she left the rubber case and leaking juices in her mouth before Alice took it out. She wondered if it had came from yesterday when after they had branded her, they used her unconscious body as a sex swing to bend Alice over and fuck.

Tash let her empty out another condom before going back to wiping her forehead with a damp cloth. She couldn't take anymore of this. Her weak arms hardly managed to push Alice away and she could only worm across a few inches before her body stopped her from going any further. It wasn't long before she felt Alice's hand gently stroking her shoulder in an attempt at comforting her.

"Tash, it's alright."

"Please leave me alone!"

She whispered her strained words and felt her throat burn whenever she produced the slightest of sounds.

"Tash?"

"I wish you and your family had never came here!"

"You don't mean that."

She could hear the hurt in Alice's voice. Someone else being hurt other than her felt strange like a rare occasion.

"They...they didn't use to be this bad to me. My masters and mistress used to fuck me a lot more and hurt me less. It was easier."

She felt Alice reach out to her again and she responded with a cold flinch.

"I just want everyone to stop hurting me."

Alice pulled her in and held her as she whimpered against her breasts. Tash just kept crying, bawling out her justifiable tears.

"I would never hurt you."
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Post by: archon1980 on February 07, 2018, 02:02:11 PM
...I'm speechless(believe me, it's no easy)... 
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Post by: SoftGameHunter on February 24, 2018, 03:37:27 AM
This is the best extreme story ever. How you've continued to pace it after all this time is just beyond me.
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Post by: grendel on March 10, 2018, 04:29:19 AM
Amazing work.   I particularly like what you are doing with Alice.  Thank you.
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Post by: Tiana on March 15, 2018, 01:57:55 AM
Put a curling iron in her cunt and turn it on. I'd love to see her slowly burn and then maybe rape her or something
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on April 29, 2018, 10:16:31 PM
Wow its been a while since I've updated this story. Warning about this one as although it's not as extreme in terms of violence, it has a bit towards the end that may not be to everyone's taste.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on April 29, 2018, 10:22:54 PM
Part 18

Rosie

"No no please I'm sorry! I'll do it for you again, properly this time."

There was no time for her to brace herself or attempt to spare herself any pain. She widened her stance and shuffled forwards, not being able to take full strides as the contraption inside of her ached and scratched away at where she was most tender. The medical speculum device was spread out as wide as the hinged would allow it to go, tearing her cunt open and exposing her to a dozen flickering candlesticks.

Rosie watched as the candles burned, not being able to help herself from tensing up. The daunting task of extinguishing all twelve flames paralysed her to the spot and prevented her from willingly harming herself. Raised up on old looking antique candle stands, red wax oozed down their thin stems like boiling blood.

"Please not again!"

Her complete and total attention was ripped away from the melting candles as she heard her mother beg. New, forever lasting scars cut across the surface of her brain. The wounds ran deep and destroyed her to her core as she watched helplessly as they hung her mother from that wooden beam once again. The noose around her neck tightened as her toes were lifted from the ground, her body spasming widely as she struggled to breathe.

"No please put her back down! I'm doing what you want."

Her fears seemed so meaningless now but her sudden boost in determination did nothing to lessen the hellish flames. She rushed to the closest candlestick to her, the first of three that she had previously managed to put out using the soft skin of her inner thighs. It had been knocked slightly to the left, compared to the other eleven that stood neatly in a line. All twelve of them queueing patiently to burn her.

She had to be brave and she had to do it the way they wanted or they would just relight them and make her start again. Still the heat terrified her and smoke slithered into her open sex. Biting her bottom lip with all the signs of anxiety written painfully across her face, she squatted down, trying to do it as fast as possible. The flame disappeared into her cunt and her face lit up with agony, causing her to scream. It had hurt so much, the fire scotching her nerves and splashing hot wax all around inside of her. She moved to the second one, her legs trembling before she lowered herself down, trying to do it even faster than before in the hopes that it wouldn't be as bad.

They let her mother down, allowing to cough and gasps out for air. Crying as she saw what they were having her daughter do to save her. Rosie knew that the slow hanging would start again if she dared stop hurting herself. The third burnt just as intensely, the flame going further up than the previous two before becoming extinguished. She saw her mother on her knees, begging them not to hurt her baby. All Rosie wanted to do was go cuddle up in her arms and pretend that she was still that innocent child that she had once been. The fourth candle hurt just the same and she collapsed to the ground, unable to continue with their game.

By the time she managed to get back up to her feet, her mother was hanging again and eight candles remained. She nearly collapsed again on the fifth and the sixth only marked the halfway point. Then she hardly felt the seventh. It was almost like the flame didn't even touch her. She looked back it, expecting to see it still lit but it wasn't. What her expect sadists hadn't considered was that the cooled wax was now acting like a sort of shield. She just had to be careful to get the candles to the same place but she also knew that she needed to put on a show. To pretend like it hurt just as much to trick them or they would find some other way of hurting her and her mother.

She allowed the eighth to slide down, careful to avoid it glancing at an undesired spot. The warmth was still there but the pain was significantly reduced. Rosie repeated the same thing way the ninth, even buckling her knee to really sell it. The tenth was put out the same way but she screamed out loudly whilst moving on to the eleventh. Then there was only one left to go. Her mild slip in concentration made the final candle slip as it came loose from its stand. She didn't have to pretend this time and she hunched over, sticking her shapely ass up so that the air could sooth her pain.

She then crawled over to her mother and tried to help her take off the noose. Her ruined hands couldn't undo the knot as she fumbled uselessly with the twisted rope. No sooner had they embraced each other were they pulled apart. She cried out and uselessly tried to break free as a large man held her down to rape her up her ass. Rosie looked up as he sodomised her, lifting her head just in time to see another man whisper something truly horrible into her mother's ear.



Tash

She was crying again. It felt like she was constantly crying, her eyes never failing to produce tears and never seeming to dry out. Her pitiful sobbing garnered little to no attention.

Tash was suspended from the ground by a set of handcuffs that were locked far too tightly around her wrists. As much as they hurt, it was nothing compared to the ropes tied around her ankles, wrapped like constrictors at the point where red hot pokers had been stabbed her achilles. The ropes kept her legs spread, leaving her defenceless for whatever pain and abuse that anyone wanted to inflict on her but it wasn't her own misery that was making her cry.

In front of her, Alice was screamed out as her nipples were twisted. The degree to which the sexual violence that they had to suffer was absolute and unyielding. The fact that Tash had experienced everything that was being done to Alice before made it even worse as she knew full well what it was like to be smacked around, used and then discarded like a worthless toy. As two men continued to pound away inside both of Alice's asshole and cunt, Tash could almost feel the rough violation herself, their thrusts having been every bit as brutal when they were raping her.

She groaned through her ball gag to try and get one of their attention. Another man who was waiting for his turn with Alice turned towards her whilst stroking his hard cock. Tash cursed herself when see saw who it was but moaned through the gag anyway. She wanted to try and spare Alice from having to feel what it was like when he would donkey punched her repeatedly in the back the head while fucking her. Tash kept moaning out to him, trying to convince him that she wanted it. Doing her best to entice him to come and ravish her helpless body. To give her the punishment that in his eyes, she so richly deserved.

"Feeling left out bitch?"

Other than Amanda, he was the one that scared her the most. A cruel manipulator that liked to play with his food, tenderising it first. His knee came upwards, thrusting as fast and as hard as he could to strike her between her legs. He did it again and again, each time causing more air to be knocked out of her and her insides to knot around more painfully tighter than before.

"No please leave her alone! Please come rape me instead, I need your cock so bad! Look my mouth is empty, don't you want to stuff it down my whore throat?"

Tash saw Alice opening her mouth as wide as she could whilst groaning from her ordeal. She even had her tongue stuck out, wagging it to him as she offered him her throat. The man beating Tash didn't even notice as he kneed her again before deciding that her cunt was nice and bruised enough to accommodate his cock. A different man helped himself to Alice's generous offer while another positioned himself behind Tash to sodomise her.

The assault lasted for almost half an hour, with Alice having to bare the blunt of it. Tash cried for her and a detrimental sense of self hatred filled up her soul. This wasn't what she wanted. How could it have been? As she watched Alice spreading wide her asshole for anyone that desired to fuck her, Tash wished that she had never told her friend that all she wanted was a day when no one would hurt her. Now here Alice was, willingly allowing herself to be raped over and over again just to try and grant Tash her stupid wish.

If she wasn't gagged, she would have begged her to stop. It wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth it. Tash just couldn't stand seeing Alice crying because of her. She hatred the fact that it was all in a vain attempt at providing her with the smallest trace of happiness.

"Are you...are you not going to hurt her now?"

She saw that Alice had to swallow a mouthful of semen first before she could speak. The foul taste clearly made her nauseous and its sticky consistency would no doubt linger on in her mouth for some time. None of that hindered her concern though as Alice starred up at her, hoping that the men who had just raped them would honour their deal. They had told her that they wouldn't shower Tash down with pepper spray if she entertained them.

The men considered their options, Alice had gone far beyond what was necessary to show them a good time with her body. She had fucked them back and sucked every inch of pleasure that she could gift. Despite Alice's admirable efforts, Tash could tell from the way that they were all staring at her that they still wanted to hurt her. That was the one look that never seemed to fade away from their faces.

"There's still someone you haven't fucked yet."

Alice looked at everyone of the men, swivelling her head around, searching for who she had apparently left out. Tash cried even more as she watched Alice offering herself to anyone who wanted a second go, all she wanted her to do was to close her legs.

"I...I don't know what you want."

Unease flooded her when the man who had only just raped her ass a few minutes ago, played with her pierced nipples, pulling in the small metal rings. Alice almost immediately understood his message and she proceeded to crawl towards them. Tash moaned through her gag as Alice approached. She wanted her to stop. The number of times she had been used by everyone to provide pleasure was countless. The last thing she wanted was to force the same on someone else for the thought that she was in anyway the same as her masters and mistress ripped away at her insides.

Very soon, Alice had crawled in front of her. She was so close that one of Tash's tears fell down onto her ginger hair whilst she looked up at the useless slut spread out in front of her. Tash had never been attracted to girls before, nothing outside of a drunken kiss shared as a joke but just looking at Alice, kneeling so submissively for her sent a fluster of warmth throughout her body.

She couldn't help but think that Alice was really pretty, the former nurse wore the signs of severe abuse much better than she ever could. Alice had also been so kind to her, so gentle. She would even give her a reassuring fake smile that made her feel better about everything, even if it was only for a brief second.

All Tash had ever brought her was misery and burden. They had hurt Alice because of her before, when Alice had tried to share her food with her. Now she was going to take advantage the one of the few people who didn't treat her like dirt. Tash thought that it must have been true, all the things that they said about her, she really was nothing more than a pathetic piece of shit.

Alice started with soft little kisses to her thighs, being anxious about how sore she knew Tash was. Her tongue then slowly and carefully licked, ever so gently trying to soothe the awful ache away. Tash reluctantly found herself enjoying it as Alice licked away in small gentle circles. She used her hands as well, softly rubbing at Tash's thigh to get her to ease up. It was so rare for Tash to experience something pleasant that she almost didn't know what to do with the strange foreign feeling.

She closed her eyes, actually wanting more as the last few tears escaped down her cheeks. It felt blissful, like repeated rushes of euphoria. She wondered if this was want it felt like when she did it whilst savouring Alice's attention. The stress in her wrists and ankles slowly disappeared and she pictured Alice in her mind but only what she would have looked like if she was free. Tash imagined that she must have looked even prettier.

"Alright that's enough! Don't want the cunt enjoying herself too much."

Before either of them knew what was happening, Alice was yanked backwards by her hair. Tash heard her yelp before her handcuffs were lowered and she fell to her knees, shaking from the sudden denial. She saw how red Alice's face, flushed from her efforts and hoped that they would have her return the favour next. Anything to try and make it up to her. Then she saw the bucket and hoped that they wouldn't involve Alice in what she knew was coming.

"I can't remember if it was the milf that shat out your lunch and Rosie who pissed into it or if it was vice versa. It might have actually been both of them."

Tash saw her dog bowl get kicked over to her and then watched Alice and two other men gag as the contents of the bucket were tipped over into her bowl. She did what she could to ignore the sensory clues of what she was consuming, struggling with great difficulty not to throw up. They addressed Alice while Tash ate, the taste of the disgusting waste being so pungent that she couldn't hear what they were saying. She was unaware of the game they were going to make Alice play because of her.

When she finally managed to lick clean her dog bowl, she noticed that Alice had actually crawled back over to her. Crying wildly, she backed up and presented her firm ass. Tash was then made to give her a rim job while Alice tried to shit out into her bowl. She kept apologising to Tash over and over again, saying that she was sorry.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on September 04, 2018, 11:04:16 AM
Part 19

Alice

It was deep into the middle of the night when she was woken by a series of crying whimpers. The bright lights that lit up the room continuously stung her eyes when she first opened them, forcing her to shut them tightly and squeeze out the pain. Being in endless artificial light wasn't healthy but on Alice's long list of worries, the degree of lighting couldn't complete. Not with the whippings, beatings and repeated rapes.

Both physically and mentally, she was worn down to barely nothing. It would have been so easy for her to keep her eyes shut and drift off back to uneasy sleep. To go back to not feeling. Freeing herself of all the shit that made up her ruined, dreadful life. She instead chose to open her amber eyes and gaze at the girl that she hugging.

Alice was holding onto her from behind the abused brunette. Her arms held onto Tash by her waist and she had been resting her head on Tash's back. It had been one of the weak little twitches that had woken her. The uncontrolled sudden shudders and jerking that Alice had come to realise that Tash experienced every now and again. She couldn't tell if it came about due to physical trauma like a current of left over pain that would flow through her spine, or if it was purely psychological. Her mind must be a utter wreck. It had to be. Nobody could have gone through what she had and not been permanently damaged in the head.

She didn't like thinking of Tash that way. That she was damaged. That something was wrong. Like there was a malfunction in her brain. Alice could remember thinking similar thoughts about herself once and she didn't want to enter that pit of despair again. She tried to stop herself thinking like that before it was too late but she was already there. That horrible thought of whether or not she was taking advantage of someone abused to the point that she would cry tears of happiness if something didn't end up hurting her, reared its ugly and unwanted head.

She watched on as Tash shook her head in her sleep. Alice would never admit it to herself but she couldn't help but think that Tash was at her cutest when she was like this. Suffering in her sleep. Mentally, Alice punished herself for thinking such a horrible thing with a guilt trip that made her question what kind of a person she was. She proceeded to carefully stroke the girl's hair, brushing it out of her face and gently comforting her.

"Ssshhh. It's okay Tash. It's only a dream. Just another nightmare."

She felt her calm down and stop twitching. The jerking, convulsive movements creased and she stopped shaking her head. Alice then went back to hugging her, holding her even tighter, pulling her body close to her's.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

Alice smiled when Tash's cute little snores turned firstly into an innocent yawn and then to informal words. It was nice to see her not afraid, even if she was in considerable discomfort. The first time Tash had woken her up, she had begged Alice for forgiveness, crying in fear of an imaginary punishment. Alice could only imagine the sort of fucked up things that must had been done to her.

"It's okay Tash, I was awake already. You didn't wake me."

She sealed her lie with a kiss on Tash's cheek. With time, she had slowly learned what not to say or do around her. Alice knew not to touch any of Tash's scars with her hating it if Alice's fingers ever accidentally traced over her welts. She also knew not to let Tash see any of the scars that now lined her own back. Even now, she kept the fresh welts hidden from her, not daring to ask Tash for help to wash the blood off her back in fear that the sweet angel would blame herself.

"Do you want to talk about it Tash?"

Alice made sure to call her by name. It was technique that she had been taught to help with victims of sexual assault or domestic abuse. Calling them name helped humanise them. It helped make them remember who they are and it helped Alice to take care of them with as a women who just happened to be in a shitty situation, rather than as the nth one this week.

Tash shook her head before she turned around to face the kind redhead who was hugging her from behind. Alice saw her wince when her feet touched the floor. She still wasn't use to not being able to walk with both of Achilles' tendons being raptured beyond repair. Alice helped her to roll over, not wanting to see Tash struggle.

"They're going to make you hurt me aren't they?"

There was hardly any reaction on her face when she spoke. At least none that Alice could make out. It was like she had come to accept it, knowing that this was all that she could ever expect.

"You don't know that Tash. All they said was that they're going to make me and my mom play a game."

"I do know. I know them."

Alice questioned whether or not she had done the right thing in telling Tash what had been whispered into her ear during yesterday's abuse. She almost didn't make out the vicious mutterings herself with one man ploughing savagely into her ass while another hate fucked her throat. She was sure that she had missed something but didn't want to frighten herself or Tash.

"Remember, I told you that I would never hurt you. That's not going to change."

To her surprise, Tash simply shook her head once more. She knew things that Alice hadn't managed to figure out yet.

"They're force you to. You won't have a choice."

Alice quickly pressed a finger to Tash's lips, shushing her. She didn't want to listen to the hopelessness of their lives. Tash was making too much sense and right now, in this moment, Alice just wanted to pretend. She so badly needed to steal herself away from the harsh reality of the assaults and beatings.

"That's not something we need to worry about here."

She kissed her neck and then teased her by licking her dog collar. Alice didn't even know what she was doing but Tash didn't complain or protest. It was likely that she no longer knew how to. Not for something that was easy to endure as a friend using her for their own sexual gratification.

"Alice...please don't."

She shushed Tash again before slowly sliding down her body, kissing and licking whatever she wanted to taste. Alice then sucked on her nipples and didn't notice how much her soft little bites stung. She was too busy enjoying having her. Taking what she had wanted for weeks.

Tash's stomach was nice and firm, slimmed by malnourishment. That too was fun to kiss as she went on, ignoring the small hairline lacerations and fist shaped bruises. The brand that had been burnt above her pussy marked her as property. It was ugly and blemished her more than any other sign of torture. Alice hatred it just as much as Tash did, if not more so. She gently nibbled on the branded letters, leaving behind a love bite.

"Alice...AAH! Not that fast. Slow down."

Silly girl. How could she slow down when her cunt was just there. A ripe fruit that was there to be feasted on. That was enough foreplay. Alice needed to have her.

"Please don't..."

She forced herself in between Tash's legs, pushing her thighs apart. Then it seemed as if the world stood still. Like a film that was playing out in slow motion. Alice couldn't pretend anymore. Her imagination could no longer block out reality when she saw the state of Tash's cunt.

While Alice was being raped to oblivion and her back was being sliced to threads by their whips, Tash had been made to spread her legs and was told to offer her pussy as a target. Her fruit had looked so delectable and ripe because it was swollen and bruised. Her delicate petals were bright red and hid away her clit which had been nicked at and pecked. Thrashed by a cane once the whipping had escalated.

She needed to be sure, more so about herself than Tash's condition but it only took the slightest of touches to cause Tash to cry out in pain. Alice immediately stopped herself, denying both of them any bliss. She then grabbed hold of her and pulled her in, allowing the girl she had just harmed to sob into her chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay. It just hurts too much! You... I can't."

Alice nodded her head to show her that she understood. Tash struggled to look back at her, choosing instead to look away, not wanting to see any form of disappointment or anger on Alice's face. That was normally a warning before anguish came to her.

"Do you...if you want me to... I could lick you instead. Amanda taught me how she likes it and I...I've licked Elizabeth before until she came and they always make me clean Rosie using my mouth."

Tash was surprised at Alice's reaction to her suggestion. One that she had thought would please her. She didn't understand why Alice was now holding her hands to her face and crying.
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: archon1980 on September 04, 2018, 01:10:36 PM
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Post by: Johnnee on September 06, 2018, 09:37:58 PM
Another excellent chapter.  It’s refreshing to see the calm before the storm, so to speak, and get a little more insight into Alice and Tash’s relationship.
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Post by: Axewipe42 on September 07, 2018, 01:31:15 AM
This is so damn good! I can't wait for the next update!
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Post by: amandablonde on September 30, 2018, 11:22:33 PM
Mmmmmm fuck yeah I love this story. I hope I am the Amanda referred to as the sadistic slut accomplice?
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Sam on October 01, 2018, 01:22:38 AM
Mmmmmm fuck yeah I love this story. I hope I am the Amanda referred to as the sadistic slut accomplice?

Of course you are!... ;D
Title: Re: Filming
Post by: Beater on October 01, 2018, 01:19:03 PM
I can't remember why I chose to name her Amanda, I think I originally used the name Evie but Amanda just felt right.