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LITERATURE: Tales of Ravishment, Fantasy Rape Stories, BDSM and other erotic visions
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Topic: Filming (Read 11555 times)
You've made the volcano angry!
Reply #30 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!
Reply #31 on:
October 03, 2016, 05:31:20 PM »
Almost finished the next chapter
Reply #32 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.
"That's What I do. I drink and I know things" Tyrion Lannister, Game of Thrones
Reply #33 on:
October 04, 2016, 12:36:00 PM »
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.
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.
You've made the volcano angry!
Reply #34 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!
Reply #35 on:
October 06, 2016, 06:04:32 AM »
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.
You've made the volcano angry!
Reply #36 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!
Reply #37 on:
October 06, 2016, 10:25:32 PM »
i still can't get enough of this story plz keep it going
Reply #38 on:
October 09, 2016, 09:52:53 AM »
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.
You've made the volcano angry!
Reply #39 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.
Reply #40 on:
October 19, 2016, 07:54:45 AM »
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?"
"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."
You've made the volcano angry!
Reply #41 on:
October 19, 2016, 11:32:01 AM »
HOLY FUCK...awesome. Loved it.
Reply #42 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.
You've made the volcano angry!
Reply #43 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.
Reply #44 on:
November 06, 2016, 05:00:02 AM »
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.
"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?
"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.
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