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« Reply #30 on: November 29, 2016, 03:29:34 PM »

I say reconsider. Let her live.  Roll Eyes
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« Reply #31 on: December 05, 2016, 10:25:05 PM »


The sun continued to creep higher and higher.  They didn’t come for her.  As noon approached, she began to worry that they’d forgotten her.  Despite her situation she allowed herself a mirthless laugh.  She was worried that she’d been forgotten by two sadists whose whole life revolved around torturing and tormenting her.  The sun soon dipped low into the western sky.  It began it’s slow but definate descent westward, finally hiding below the horizon.  Had they left her here to die of starvation?  Tayla had just started to doze off when the barn door opened.  She looked up fearfully, expecting Matthew, or worse, Amy.  Joy welled up in her as her husband James came through the door into the cool barn.
   “My god, Tayla,” he said as he ran to her.  He knelt in front of her, his brown eyes staring into her beautiful blue eyes.  He held her gaze as he reached around her head and undid her harness of the ball gag.  He kissed her and Tayla melted into his body.  Resting her head against James’ chest had always made her feel safe, happy and loved. 
   “How’d you find me?” she asked when the kiss broke. 
   “I knew that Matthew always hated you for leaving  him and marrying me.”
   “He was becoming more and more possesive and violent.  I began to fear for my life…”
   “Shh, shh, shh, shh, I know, I know,” James said pulling her close and embracing  her.  He began gently, lovingly stroke her rapidly growing crimson locks.  He had always loved her red hair.  James stood up and turned to leave. 
   “Wait,” Tayla said with a smile on her face, “aren’t you forgetting something?”
   “Nope,” James said frowning and shaking his head.
   “I’m still chained.  Aren’t you gouing to unchain me?” she said laughing at the joke.
   “No.  Why would I do that?” James said.
   “What?” she asked still smiling thinking James was kidding her. 
   “You’re ruined goods  now Tay.  I want nothing to do with you anymore.”
   “What?” Tayla screamed at the retreating back of her beloved, “James.  JAMES!”

She woke with a start.  No James, her gag was still in place, her head still anchored to the post by the chain around her neck.  She broke down in sobs.  She was cold, sore, tired, her body ached, her stomach rumbled, and her head throbbed. 

It was well past midnight when she had a visitor.  It had been around 24 hours since she had been locked in her.  She’d tried to hold off but couldn’t last 24 hours and was now sitting in her own waste. 
   “Hungry sweetie?” Matt asked.  Tayla nodded, hoping they would feed her. 
   “I’m not surprised,” Amy responded.  They shared a chuckle as Tayla hung her head.  They set to work undoing the chains and standing her up.  She was lashed against the post, her nose ring was held against it with piano wire.  She was worried as both Amy and Matt disappeared from out of her view.  She nearly died from a heart attack as cold water assaulted her body.  They hosed her down washing fecal matter and dried urine from her body.  After she was taken from the barn and into a small shack.  Inside was a glass box not much wider than Tayla.  They shackled her wrists together.  Leg irons held her legs less than shoulder width apart; then; Matt ran a chain that attached the two sets of shackles together.  They put her in the box.  Tayla was left wondering for, only a few moments, what the point of this box was.  Bubbling up from the bottom and showering in from the top, water began to slowly fill the tank.  Tayla began to panic.  It passed her ankles, knees; her wonderful child bearing hips were soon underwater.  Her panic started to increase. 
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« Reply #32 on: December 12, 2016, 10:55:27 PM »

This last week and a bit have been crazy busy.  I thought I'd post this before it gets TOO long a wait.  Please enjoy.  As always, feed back is appreciated. 


The water continued to rise.  Suddenly it spontaneously stopped, just below her wonderful, ringed breasts.  Matt reappeared
   “Are you cold?  Do you want out?” he asked smiling darkly.  The nude woman nodded meekly, shivering.  Matt held up a wicked looking, blue dildo. 
   “We call this, the Blue Monster.  Fuck this for half an hour, and we’ll let you out.  M’kay?” Tayla shook her head afraid that the dildo would split her apart.  Matt shrugged nonchalantly. 
   “Okay, suit yourself,” he walked away and the water started up again heavier and faster.  She watched as the rings disappeared under the frothing water and soon her shoulders were underwater and as it inched up her neck she screamed out;
   “Okay I’ll do it.  Fine, stop the water, please, I’ll do it.”  The water continued for another second or so.  When it finally shut off, the water level was sitting against her bottom lip.  Matt brought a stepladder to the side of the tank and dropped the Blue Monster.  Tayla caught it.
   “No, drop it,” Matt said.  Tayla let it fall landing on the bottom. “Okay. Pick it up, and start fucking,” Matt ordered, turning to walk away.  Because there was no room at all to bend over, Tayla had to drop straight down.  Her hands were cuffed and the cuffs were pulling on the collar she was forced to wear.  She managed, not without some difficulty, to pick up the monstrous dildo, and started slowly inserting it into herself.  It was large and she felt her anus stretch.  The sheer girth of the monster was tremendous.  There was no pleasure, yet she felt the fire within her. 
   “Keep going sweetheart, I’ll be back soon,” Matt said as he left her.  The sun was starting to peek over the eastern horizon.  He had set up Tayla’s next torture.  As he headed back to Tayla, he realized the sun was almost up.  He entered the shack just as Tayla screamed as she came yet again.  She was glad she was done with it. 
   “Drop it,” He commanded.  She let it go.  She heard it thud on the bottom, “Pick it up and do it again,” he commanded laughing.  The misery on her face made him laugh even more. 

Tayla was exhausted and uncomfortable as the water was drained and taken out of the box.  The dew had already dried and the cool grass was refreshing, She was taken back into the barn.  A rope hung from above where she had spent the night.  All her chains were removed and her wrists were tied.  Amy stood in the loft and poured a bucket of ice cold water on Tayla.  Tayla’s nipples were already hard and the ice water made them harder and stiffer.  Matt retrieved a small box, setting it on the floor in front of Tayla.  He opened it, turning it around so Tayla could see what was inside.  Inside were nipple clamps with the sharp teeth.  Tayla grunted in pain when they were applied.  He attached them by a small gold chain.  He disappeared from her view and came back with a crash cart not unlike one in a hospital. 
   “Clear,” he said, drawing a chuckle from both of the sadists.  Tayla swore she felt her heart stop briefly as her ex-boyfriend applied the paddles.  It was one of the most painful things she’d ever experienced.  She couldn’t breathe for a moment.   
   “Clear,” Matt announced again, and again, Tayla was sure her heart stopped and she struggled to breathe. 
   “Clear,” Matt said.  Tayla passed out again with Amy’s laugh ringing in her ears. 
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« Reply #33 on: December 13, 2016, 06:04:30 PM »


Every time Tayla woke, it was to a world of pain and suffering, this time, was no exception.  She found herself tied to a table.  Her arms were tied together and tied off under the table.  Her ankles, however, were spread as wide as she could go without tearing her legs off.  She could feel a  hard rubber ball between her teeth and a cushion was under her hips lifting her ass.  She could feel cool air being blown on her pussy.  She was already cold and the air was just enough to make her feel too cool.  She looked around the room she was in.  A small table stood a few feet away with two chairs sitting on opposite sides, facing each other.  There was a place setting in front of each of the chairs; two plates, two sets of cutlery, two wineglasses, and an unlit candle.  As she lay there, wondering what her captors had planned next, she heard footsteps coming up the wooden stairs.  Amy and Matt didn’t even look at their ginger slave as they entered the small room she was in.  Matt was wearing a suit and tie, clean shaven and looking like the man she’d fallen for years ago.  Amy was stunning, even their gagged, humiliated and suffering slave had to admit, that she was stunning.  A red dress that ended at her knees, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and elegant red heels.  She was carrying a large bowl and Matt was carrying a bottle of wine.  They sat at the small table.  Matt pulled the seat out for Amy before circling to sit across from her.  As Amy took the top off the bowl, the small of food hit Tayla hard.  She’d only had one thing to eat in the last forty-eight or so hours and that was a rather large turd from Amy and Matt’s twisted house party where Tayla was fucked and abused for their guests entertainment, and amusement.  Tayla watched as Amy heaped a generous helping of steaming spaghetti onto her plate before handing it to her boyfriend who was pouring the wine.  He lit the candle and they smiled as they ate.  They chatted about rather mundane things, briefly before the conversation to a romantic one, as if his ex-girlfriend wasn’t bound and gagged less than 5 feet away.  When they were finally done dinner, they shared a passionate kiss.  Amy walked over to where Tayla lay. 
   “What the fuck are you looking at cunt?” she asked with a sound smack across Tayla’s face.  Her red hand print against Tayla’s pale complexion made her smile, “My boyfriend and I were trying a to have a romantic anniversary dinner, and you got hot spying on us.” Another slap stung Tayla’s face. 
   “You hungry babe?” Matt asked standing on the other side of Tayla.  She nodded.  Matt smiled.  He retrieved the candle from the table and turned it on its side, hot was dripped onto Tayla’s stomach.  The pain made her scream in agony.  When a small puddle of candle wax was beginning to develop, he used the candle to reheat the wax, then to Tayla’s horror, planted the candle on her stomach using the hot, melted wax to hold it in place.  The wax continued to melt and roll down the sides of the candle to burn Tayla.  She struggled and writhed but that only made more wax burn her.  So focused on the candle, Tayla hadn’t noticed that Matt and Amy had begun to strip naked.  Suddenly, Matt was at her crotch, his cock standing at attention.  Tayla begged and pleaded into her gag.  Amy, meanwhile, had begun to unbuckle Tayla’s gag behind her head.  She leaned over and captured Tayla’s mouth with her own.  Tayla moaned into Amy’s mouth.  After a moment, Amy broke the kiss.  She climbed onto the table and began to lower herself over her redhead slave’s face.  She smiled as she felt Tayla’s ringed nose settle into her crack.  As she did so, Matt shoved hard and into her pussy, making Tayla grunt.  Amy smiled and let go of an unlady like fart into Tayla’s nose.  Tayla gagged and choked as the stench of the fart filled her nose, she could even taste it in her mouth.  Amy lifted off her nose and settled on her mouth.  All the while Matt was jackhammering into her pussy.
   “Now little cunt.  I’m gonna’ feed you.  You better eat it all because you’re not getting anything else.  So open wide and eat up,” she said.  A moment later, she strained and a turd slid out into Tayla’s mouth.  She lifted off Tayla’s face.  She slapped Tayla’s ringed breasts relentlessly as she choked and gagged on Amy’s shit.  Finally Tayla swallowed Amy’s shit.  Amy wiped her ass on Tayla’s chin and forehead.  She sat down again, her ass crack enveloping Tayla’s nose. 
   “Here, let’s do something about that awful taste in your pretty mouth shall we?” Amy mocked.  Tayla was almost grateful for the urine stream as it washed some of the shit residue in her mouth.  Matt, as he watched his girlfriend feed his ex-girlfriend her waste, was getting so aroused.  He loved the way that Tayla’s pussy was still tight and her pussy walls still gripped his cock.  As Amy’s piss sprayed into Tayla’s mouth, he himself spurted his seed deep into her.  Tayla felt deep humiliation.  Amy climbed off as Matt approached her head.  He hopped up on the table and without warning, pretense, stuck his cock into her mouth.  She choked and gagged  again as his cock pushed deeper into her throat. 
   “Clean it cunt,” he taunted her obscenely.  She licked and sucked as he pounded her mouth.  he pulled out till only his crown was still in her mouth.  He then let a stream of urine into her mouth,  She was able to swallow it.  Matt looked over at his current girlfriend.  Amy was furiously masturbating. 
   “I wanna’ cum in her mouth,” she said.  She was already close to an orgasm.  She climbed up onto the table and got her pussy lips over Tayla’s face. 
   “Use your tongue cunt,” Amy said Tayla, who by now was almost a professional used her tongue to bring Amy to an amazing orgasm.  As she was coming off one of the best orgasms ever, her scream changed pitch and she leapt off Tayla grabbing her crotch and collapsing to her knees in obvious pain. 
   “YOU FUCKING BITCH, YOU FUCKING BIT ME!” she howled. 
   “Baby, are you okay?” Matt asked darting forward.
   “What do you think?  She fucking bit me!” She snapped at Matt.  Tayla, for her part was a little proud of herself.  She was tired of these two sticking their private parts in her face and into her mouth.  Amy gathered her clothes and got dressed. 
   “Stay here with that,” she said indicating at Tayla “I’ll be right back.” She stormed out.  She was gone maybe ten minutes.  She had a few things.  First, she had fishing wire, which she tied around the ring in Tayla’s clit.  Then standing on the table between Tayla’s splayed legs, tied the end off to a rafter, making sure the line was taut.  Then she jumped down and slowly showed Tayla and Matt the second thing she had.  It was a scalpel. 
   “NO!” Tayla screamed. 
   “Shut up you cow!” Amy yelled as she pulled back on the fishing line.  The tension on the line put more pressure on the ring, which in turn pulled painfully on her clit.  Matt, meanwhile took the opportunity to shove the ballgag in and buckle it in behind her head.  Amy smiled showing Tayla she grabbed the end of the wire next to Tayla’s nub.  She slowly began cutting through Tayla’s clit, the ballgag doing virtually nothing to silence her screams.  Finished she let go.  Tayla could scarcely believe that she’d just been castrated.  The fishing line swayed with a ringed clitoris dangling on the end.  She passed out before Amy even fired up the blowtorch to cauterize the cut. 
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« Reply #34 on: December 13, 2016, 06:37:22 PM »

You are sick and I can't stop reading
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« Reply #35 on: December 13, 2016, 06:49:44 PM »

Sick am I?  Yes I am and I take that as a compliment.  Thank you and I'm glad you errr enjoyed it. Smiley
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« Reply #36 on: December 13, 2016, 09:31:09 PM »

Very intense, but well written.
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« Reply #37 on: December 21, 2016, 10:05:08 PM »

Sorry everyone, I wanted to make this longer and sooner but, I've got a bad cold plus work, plus this time of the year... but enough about me. 

Tayla woke with a start.  For a moment, she was disoriented.  Then everything came back.  She’d been castrated.  Her ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend had cut her clit off.  She was back in the barn.  Her wrists were tied behind the post.  She was on her knees and her ankles were also tied, around the post.  She was gagged and blindfolded. 
   “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.  But you bit Amy.  You had to know we weren’t gonna’ let that slide.  What were you thinking?  What did you hope to accomplish? Amy’s still pretty pissed.” Matt’s voice asked from the darkness, “Oh yeah, I know you’re awake.” Scarcely had he said this then Tayla heard the barn doors open and footsteps stomped towards her.  A hard kick to her stomach would’ve knocked her over if she weren’t bound.  A sharp kick to her head dazed her.  A punch to her cheek a kick to her ribs, a knee to her chin…Tayla couldn’t see where the next attack was coming from, no way to ready herself for it.  After a few minutes, Amy stormed out, with a few choice words for Tayla.  What she thought of her. 
   “Fucking bitch, ho, whore, slut, cunt, dogfucker, skank…” she said as she left.  Tayla let her mind drift.  She was exhausted.  Her thoughts turned again to her family.  To James, who she’d met through her captor, Matt, to her children. 
   “James,” she sobbed to herself “I love you,” she said convinced that Amy would return and kill her.  Amy did return and she wasn’t alone.  Tayla could make out several excited voices, whistles, catcalls and obscene and vulgar names.  She heard Matt call for silence.
   “Gentlemen.  Behind me, you see our plaything.  There are only two rules.  Number one, you may use her in any way you wish, which brings us to rule number two.  She has to be alive at the end.”  Tayla felt the ropes loosen and she was pushed face down.  Amy knelt on her back while unfastening the gag and removing her blindfold. 
   “One more thing gentlemen.  Our little fuck-doll here has recently been castrated.”  A small cheer went up.  When the blindfold was removed, Tayla saw a small group of men, far smaller than the group that had gathered in the hose a few days ago.  The first guy looked like he played line backer for the NFL.  He grabbed the petite redhead and slammed her into the wall. 
   “Hey cutie.  Don’t have your little clitty?  Too bad for you.” He punctuated the word ‘you’, by slamming into her.  She felt like he was splitting her apart.  She looked down to see he wasn’t even all the way in yet.  The pain was already tremendous.  Her petite body shook and convulsed as he pushed in.  He loved how her pussy clamped together in a vain attempt to keep him out, but only served to increase his pleasure.  He was going to make sure she missed her precious clit.  The pretty redhead couldn’t have imagined the suffering she would endure.  Her life was a living hell.  The big guy fucking her, found he couildn’t long resist the pretty, suffering, redhead as she cried on the end of his shaft and shot his load deep within her.  He dropped her and she fell face down on her knees, before she could move, he drove his shaft into her ass and proceeded to rape her ass.  Tayla was sure he ass was destroyed.  Since he had cum a few seconds earlier, he was a long time cumming, the whole time, he ripped Tayla’s cute tight ass, the fantasy of many of her male friends.  Tayla finally felt his release.  With his foot, he flipped her over and squatted over her chest and slapped Tayla’s cheek with his cock. 
   “You know what I want, cutie,” he said.  Tayla was afraid he’d dislocate her jaw, but she had litle choice.  She opened her mouth.  He didn’t dislocate her jaw, but he did start to snake down her throat. 
   “Clean it off!” he roared.  . 
   “CLEAN IT OFF!  CLEAN IT OFF!”  the rest of the men chanted.  Tayla’s humiliation deepened.  He smiled he felt she’d cleaned him off, there was one more thing he wanted to do to the pretty redhead impaled on his cock.  With a small sigh, he shot a stream of piss down her throat into her stomach.  He stepped back as he pulled up his pants and did up his belt.  Tayla choked and gagged, gasping for breath, without warning, another cock was roughly shoved into her mouth.  At almost the same time, one was forcefully shoved into her torn anus.  She was thrown back and forth as her two rapists developed a rythym.  She couldn’t do anything other than cry. 
   “Just breathe through your nose baby and you’ll be fine,” the guy fucking her face mocked.  He enjoyed the sight of Tayla on all fours and choking on his cock.  The guy in her ass, came and was immediately replaced by another guy.  He began to slap her ass in the rythym as she was pushed back and forth on two cocks.  Finally the skinny guy raping her face came hard and stepped back.  Tayla swallowed the sticky load and was ready for another cock.  The previous man up her ass plugged her mouth and the smell and taste of her own ass overpowered her almost as soon as her mouth was plugged, the rapist in her ass released  his load.  He was quickly replaced by another.  What she couldn’t see from her position was her torment was getting Amy hot.  Amy’s hand was down her panties and she was rubbing herself hard.  Matt was enjoying watching his ex-girlfriend get detroyed, to notice his current girlfriend was nearing an orgasm of her own. 
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« Reply #38 on: December 24, 2016, 04:50:08 AM »

Archon1980, you're demented!

Loving/hating this story so much. I can't wait to see where it goes next.
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« Reply #39 on: December 24, 2016, 02:15:54 PM »

Archon1980, you're demented!

Loving/hating this story so much. I can't wait to see where it goes next.
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« Reply #40 on: December 25, 2016, 10:34:38 PM »

Someone pointed out a discrepancy that I overlooked.  So I had to remove it edit it and here's the re-post. 

Two new men were abusing Tayla’s ass and mouth.  It happened after they used her ass, they would hve her clean them off.  Despite the notice that she had been castrated, nobody, after the first guy, had used her twat.  In a weird, twisted and demented way, Tayla was thankful.  The pain in her ass and shame of having to do ass-to-mouth, took her mind off her pussy which was still on fire after her ‘surgery’.  The conservative, innocent, shy, redhead, mother of two, had never even heard of it before being kidnapped and sold.  Suddenly, the pounding in her ass stopped and the cock in her mouth was pulled out as another scream silenced all the other sound in the barn as Amy came, hard.  Everyone, was stunned…even Matt.  Amy had once described herself as ‘a little freak’.  She’d always been a litle bit of an exhibitionist, but masturbating herself to an orgasm in a packed barn to a woman being tortured and raped, was too freaky for Matt.  Everyone else though seemed to think it was one of the hottest things ever.  The guy who’s cock was still in Tayla’s ass, grabbed a big as a handful that he could of her red locks, pulling her head back as far as he could. 
   “Wasn’t that just so hot honey?” he growled in her ear.  Using her hair with his left, and hips with his right, he rode Tayla’s ass even harder.  The guy who’d been raping her mouth turned around to find her head bent way backwards.  He threw the guy behind her a dirty look.  He didn’t have to wait long, as Tayla’s colon was again painted white with his baby batter.  He was so close it didn’t take him very long to dump another load in Tayla’s stomach.  There were only two ar three men left.  On of the men turned around, and Tayla did a double take.  It was a woman with a large strap-on.  It appeared to be studded and ribbed, designed to cause pain. 
   “On your back, ginger-cunt,” she said tossing something at Tayla.  It was a bondage hood.  Tayla was terrified.  This woman was going to rape her recently mutilated pussy with what amounted to a punishment dildo.  She slid the bondage hood over her head.  The woman straddled Tayla’s chest to zip it down and attach a small padlock to restrict it from being undone.  Tayla’s cries became muffled moans.  The woman shinied back into her place between Tayla’s  splayed legs, and as if discussing the weather, rammed he strap-on into Tayla’s pussy.  Tayla normally wouldn’t have felt pleasure from being raped with a punishment dildo, but after suffering a fateas to what she had expirienced, it ensured she never would anyway. 

As Tayla was being pussy raped.  All the men had gathered around a bucket.  Since only one guy hadn’t had a go at Tayla yet, he dropped a load of cum, the rest of the men had urinated into it, Matt had dropped a shot a load of cum and urine and Amy had pissed into it.  Amy then took a smelly dump into it.  When the woman was done, she removed the bondage hood, but Amy quickly put the blindfold on her.  She was leashed and led to the feeding trough. That lay on the ground near the pigpen.  Amy tied Tayla’s leash to the rin on the other side of the trough.  Matt poured the vile mixture into the trough.  Amy with a forceful and hard shove, drove Tayla’s face, into it.  Not only was the smell and texture revolting, Tayla couldn’t breathe unless she inhaled some of it.  Amy pulled her head out of the trough, before Tayla could take a full breath  Amy plunged her head back in for longer.  Tayla held half a breath as long as she could.  Amy smiled as he saw Tayla’s breath escaping in small bubbles.  She pulled Tayla’s head out again.
   “You’re disgusting, little piggy,” she said before walking away.  Tayla, who of course was tethered in place, on her hands and knees, couldn’t move more than a few feet. 

Amy turned to her boyfriend. 
   “You did what?  Why would you apologize?  The cunt bit me.  She needed to be punished,” She fumed staring across the bed hands on her hips. 
   “I bought her, not you.  If she was going to be castrated, I would have done it when I was ready,” Matt fired back. 
   “You’ve been going easy on her and…Oh my god, you still have feelings for her, don’t you?” Amy accused.  Matt hesitated.  “You bastard!” Amy stormed out of the room.  On her way down the stairs she decided what to do.  She stormed across to the barn.  She passed Tayla, still anchored to the feeding trough and into the barn.  She went into the loft for a few minutes.  She came back and untied Tayla and removed her blindfold. 
   “Oh my god, you’re disgusting,” Amy complained.  She led tayla to a vat that she filled with water from the hose she would feed and clean the animals.  She applied soap to a sponge and told Tayla to have a bath and wash her face.  Tayla also dipped below the water to rinse her hair even though she didn’t have shampoo.  When she was done, she climbed out.  Amy smiled andtaking the end of the leash, Amy led her through the back door.  Tayla nearly had a heart attack.  A noose hung from the loft, gently swaying.  Tayla tried begging and Amy ignored her.  She yanked Tayla to her feet and slipped the noose around Tayla’s neck. 
   “No please, Amy, please don’t hang me!” Tayla pleaded in a little voice.  Amy slapped her soundly.
   “You don’t speak your mistress’ name!  For that alone, I should hang you.”
   “No please, don’t do this,” Tayla begged as Amy yanked her arms and tied them thightly behind her back. 
   “Tell you what.  I’ll let you beg for your life.  If you move me, I might letha’ live.”  Tayla couldn’t believe tht Amy would be moved by anythig she had to say, but she was willing to try anything to avoid being executed. 
   “Please Ma’am.  Please don’t hang me.  I’m sorry I bit you, I have a family that I miss and love, two children and my husband…”
   “I’m bored,” Amy said pulling a bench over to in front of Tayla.  She roughly yanked Tayla up, standing her on the edge, “I’ve decided, I’m tired of hearing your voice.” She grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Tayla’s hair and planted a kiss on Tayla’s lips.  The conservative woman was surprised, but not revulsed as she thought she would’ve been.  She certainly didn’t enjoy it, but she thought she’d be more disgusted.  Amy continued the kiss until she came up for air.  When she did, she sharply slapped Tayla across the face before silencing her with a long piece of silvery duct tape.  “I see what Matt likes about you, my litle cunt,” she said gently carresing Tayla’s face.  She sighed and grabbed the rope pulling it taut. 
   “It’s been fun bitch,” Amy said.  With a savage kick, she kicked the bench out from under Tayla’s feet.  With a shriek, Tayla fell…and hit the ground hard.  She was sure she bruised a rib, the pain was incredible.  She just breathed through it.  “Oh I guess I forgot to tie off the other end,” Amy said.  She grabbed the winded woman by the hair, and forced her up the stairs.  When Tayla saw what Amy had prepared up in the loft, her heart missed a beat. 
   “I’m gonna’ make you wish I’d letcha’ hang bitch.”
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« Reply #41 on: December 31, 2016, 01:34:25 AM »

A little ahead of schedule so I thought I'd post this. 

It wasn’t the pillory that frightened Tayla the most, it wasn’t the various torture devices, some of which she knew and some of which she didn’t, it wasn’t the whips or weights.  It wasn’t even the cross.  It was the large jar on the small table.  She could count about five large scorpions.  They looked upset.  She hoped that the small case next to the jar had anti-venom.  She knew that, even if a scorpion couldn’t kill her it still hurt like hell. 
   “I see you’ve noticed our friends.  You’ll get to know them really well a little later,” Amy said, “but first,” she said marching Tayla over to the pillory.  She forced Tayla’s neck and wrists into the appropriate spots. 
   “Do you know what this is?”  Amy asked.  She smacked Tayla across the face.  “Answer questions when you’re asked,” she hissed.  Then she tok a small step back.  “Sorry,” she said, sarcastically, ripping the duct tape off of Tayla’s mouth.  She slapped Tayla across the face harder.  “Answer the question, do you know what this is?”
   “Yes,” Tayla answered in her soft voice.  Another slap across her beautiful face.
   “We’ve talked about how you address your Mistress. “
   “Yes ma’am…” anoter slap.  Tayla began to cry in pain and frustration.  “Yes mistress,” she responded.  Amy slapped her again. 
   “What are you responding to?” Amy asked. 
   “Yes Mistress, I know what this is and I know what it’s used for,” Tayla said all she could think Amy would want to know to avoid being slapped again.  Amy smiled.
   “That’s good my little slave.” She slapped Tayla again.  After making sure the lock was in place on the pillory, she she stepped away returning momentarily with a car battery and jumper cables.  Leaving them right under Tayla’s face, she stepped behind her. Tayla couldn’t see what Amy was doing and in someways, that frightened her more than being able to see.  Her experience had told her when she couldn’t see it was usually worse than actually seeing. She knew the psychology of it of course.  If she couldn’t see what was happening, her mind would run through all the terrible possibilities.  She heard something whistle through the air.  She barely had time to register the sound, before a burning, stinging sensation pulled a scream from deep within her.  She realized she was being whipped.  Before the scream was done, a second lash fell, and a third and a fourth and a…Amy kept whipping Tayla as the poor tortured redhead screamed and wept pleading with her to stop.  Finally, Amy tossed the whip away.  Tayla had passed out.  Amy dumped a bucket, full of cold water over her to bring her around.  She stood in front of Tayla now, her right foot on the car battery.  She reached into her pockets and removed a lighter with her right and a long thin steel pin.  She heated the end of one and shoved it, unceremoniously, under Tayla’s pinky fingernail as Tayla cried and begged her not to.  Amy smiled as a second needle came out of her pocket. 
   “NO, please Mistress, please don’t,” Tayla begged through her sobbing in pain.  Amy ignored her and a moment later, another scream of pain was wrenched from Tayla’s throat.  Soon all eight fingers had heated needle’s under the nails.  She turned to the jumper cables and car battery.  It didn’t even register on the girl, who’s world had shrunk to her own physical pain.  She couldn’t believe how much suffering one person could inflict on another human being.  Amy affixed the jumper cables to Tayla’s nipple rings and smiled sadistically.  The current was not enough to kill Tayla but hurt like hell.  She watched Tayla scream and cry.  She nearly laughed out loud when Tayla started crying for her mother, her mother who’d been dead for nearly eleven years.  Amy did laugh, when Tayla’s bladder voided itself and a stream of piss rained down to form a puddle of piss, which gathered on the floor.  Amy turned off the current with disgust.  She stepped in behind Tayla again.  She grunted in pain, when a metallic, bulbous object invaded her anus. 
   “Have you ever heard of a ‘pear of anguish’ or ‘pear of agony’ my little cunt?”  Tayla hadn’t but she knew that anything that had the words ‘anguish’ or ‘agony’ was just the type of thing Amy would love to use on her.  She could feel Amy manipulating it from behind.  Tayla started wondering how it worked.  She didn’t have to wonder very long.  She felt it starting to expand.  Her horror and shame were growing as the pear did as well.  As it got larger and larger, the pain increased as well.  She felt like she was being streched to her breaking point.  Very quickly, the pain was excruciating.  Amy stepped back looking down at her slave. 
   “You have kids right?” Amy asked.  Tayla nodded silently as she tried to cope with the immense pain in her anus. 
   “Good,” Amy said.  She set a pail down under Tayla. She roughly grabbed each of Tayla’s breasts and started to manipulate them as one would, if milking a cow.  She was rewarded but, by a very little.  Since she hadn’t breast fed her kids in almost two months, her body wasn’t producing much.  This exasperated Amy.  She slapped Tayla across the face again and again and again.  Her assault was relentless.  She stepped back, delighted that her nose and lip were bleeding.  She picked up a gun. 
   “You’re pathetic. I’ve had enough of you.”  She stood with her back to the stairs and pressed her gun against Tayla’s head.  The redhead was nearly in hysterics.  Despite the pain she was in, she didn’t want to die.  All she could do, was close her eyes, and wait for the bullet that would end her life, end her pain, end her suffering. 

The shot made her jump.  Had Amy missed?  ‘No, she hadn’t missed,’ Tayla decided.  This was part of Amy’s style of torture.  She waited for a second shot.  No second shot came.  She slowly opened her eyes and screamed.  Part of Amy’s face was missing, but her left brown eye stared up into Tayla’s own blue left eye.  Fearfully she looked up.  Matt was holsterng a gun.  He looked up and smiled at Tayla, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. 
   “Glock,” was all he said.  Tayla didn’t know much about guns except that a glock was a powerful gun. 
   “Before you thank me, I didn’t shoot my girlfriend to save you or protect you.  I’m not your knight in shining armour.  I shot her because I bought you and I will decide if you die, and when.  Amy would’ve killed you,” he said, looking into her shimmering blue eyes.  He slowly circled her. 
   “Ahh, the Pear of Agony,” he said with a small chuckle.  “I doubted Amy could resist using that  on you.”  He continued circling her, kicking the fallen whip out of his way as he passed it, yet not breaking his stride.  He picked up a roll of duct tape and tore off a few strips.  He gagged Tayla using several strips to reinforce the gag.  He grabbed her thumb and with a sadistic smile pulled.  Tayla yelled ineffectively into her gag and Matt’s smile broadened as her left thumb broke!  He stepped over Amy’s corpse and made his way to Tayla’s right hand.  Tayla wanted to close her hands, to make a fist.  The needles made it impossible so Matt grabbed her right thumb and slowly toyed with it before he broke it as well. 
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« Reply #42 on: December 31, 2016, 04:29:58 AM »

Omg, that was a sick amazing chapter. Love it
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« Reply #43 on: January 07, 2017, 01:53:03 PM »

Tayla couldn’t comprehend how one human being could inflict such suffering on another.  Matthew had removed the pear and rubbed a cream in Tayla’s tender stretched anus.  He had added weights to Tayla’s nipple and nose rings.  He’d combed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail.  The tie for the ponytail also had a weight attached to it that hung against her ass pulling her head up.  He’d also removed the needles Amy had shoved under Tayla’s fingernails.  Finally, he’d moved the jar with the scorpions right to Tayla’s line of sight.
   “If I catch you with your eyes closed, I’ll staple your eyelids open and shove all of them up your pussy,” Tayla didn’t need to be warned about falling asleep, she was too frightened to sleep.  He’d taken Amy’s body, what he could find of it, and left.  That had been several hours ago. As far as positions go, she was relatively comfortable.  The weights hurt and she was still fastened in the pillory, but compared to what Amy had done to her, this was comfortable.  As the hours wore on, however, her legs grew tired, her position began to cramp up and the weights got heavier the more tired and fatigued she became.  She took stock of what hurt.  Her castration was easily the most painful thing she’d endured in her relatively comfortable life.  Her family wasn’t wealthy, and she hadn’t married into money, but there’d always had been enough, though not much left over, but she was always taken care of.  Now she was being tortured by the hands of someone she’d, at one time, thought of as her protector, provider, and future life partner. 

Tayla woke with a start.  So much for being to frightened.  Was Matt here?  Was he watching her until she woke up?  Had he caught her with her eyes closed?  Her questions were answered as she heard footsteps on the stairway. 
   “Ah, good.  I was kind of hoping you’d fallen asleep and I’d get to staple your eyelids open.  Although I’d hate to ruin those pretty blue eyes of yours,” Matt said as walked past her.  He was holding a paper shopping bag.  She heard him place it on one of the tables behind her.  He appeared a few moments later with heavy work gloves and a large tweezer.  He opened the jar using the tweezer to gently remove a scorpion.  He closed the jar and smiled cruelly at Tayla before disappearing behind her. 
   “Have you heard the story of the frog and the scorpion, sweetie?”  Tayla hadn’t heard the story before, but guessed it wouldn’t end well for the frog.  “A scorpion is walking along the road.  He comes to a river.  Being a scorpion, he knew he can’t swim.  As luck would have it, a frog happens by.  The scorpion asks the frog if he can ride on the frog’s back across the river.
   ‘No I can’t do that,” the frog says, ‘you’ll sting me and I’ll die.”  The scorpion laughed. 
   ‘If I sting you, we’ll both drown,’ the scorpion explains.  The frog thinks about it a moment and agrees.  About half way across the river, the frog feels a burning sensation in his back.  As the scorpion venom fills the frog’s body, the frog asks the scorpion,
   ‘Why did you do that?  Now we’ll both die.’ The scorpion answers
   ‘I couldn’t help it.  It’s in my nature,’”  the story terrified Tayla.  Was Matt going to kill her with the scorpion?
   “Contrary to popular belief, most scorpions can’t actually kill a human adult.  There are a few breeds that can, to be sure, but these little fellas won’t.  At least not individually anyway.  Maybe all five at once might,” Matt explained.  His coolness at discussing the possibility of her death made Tayla even more scared.  He was as calm as if discussing the weather.  He removed his work gloves, laying them on Tayla’s back, as if she were a table.  He walked around her again, slapping her ass as he did so.  as he approached her head, he ripped the tape from Tayla’s mouth. 
   “You thirsty sweetie?”  Tayla nodded, her dry tongue trying to form saliva in her equally dry mouth.  He undid his belt and dropped his pants and boxers, his cock springing free.  Tayla meekly opened her mouth.  She knew this was what she would get, when she had said she was thirsty.  Matt’s warm piss, hit the back of her throat.  She couldn’t swallow fast enough causing her to choke and gag.  Finally, his stream ended.  He wiped his cock on her face.  Smiling, he walked past her again.  He returned with a device that made her blood run cold.  It looked like a dildo.  Instead of rubber or latex, it was Plexiglas.  None of that frightened the redhead slave girl.  It was the angry scorpion inside the Plexiglas tube. 
   “Ready to have a scorpion up that cute little ass sweetie?” Matt asked, mockingly. 
   “No, please don’t!” she begged. 
   “Why not?” Matt asked as he began to spread her butt cheeks.  How many times had he fantasized about that ass when they were together?  Too many, he decided. 
   “Please, what have I done?” he stepped around to face her again. 
   “Did you seriously ask me what you did to me?” he slapped her hard with the dildo upsetting the scorpion inside it even more. “I’m sure if you think long enough, it’ll come to you,” he snarled.  She started to cry again.  It was partly due to fear of his anger and the humiliation as he spat in her face. 
   “I was afraid of you.  You were becoming obsessive and dangerous.  That night that I went out with Lisa and Natalie.  You gave me a black eye,” she said.  Her redhead temper began to emerge despite her fear.  In fact, her anger began to replace her fear.
   “Well excuse me for being concerned about my girlfriend.  I had no idea where you were,” Matt yelled back.
   “So you choke me then punch me so hard I get a black eye?”  With a growl, Matt stepped back in behind her and Tayla yelped as she felt the  Plexiglas tube get brutally forced into her ass.  Matt took the gloves, still on her back and removed another scorpion.  He placed it on the small of her back.  As he was removing the third.  The first two stung the young, beautiful captive mother of two.  The shock and the venom caused her to pass out. 

Tayla woke slowly.  She looked down, confused.  She wasn’t in the barn anymore; she was in a soft luxurious bed.  She was lying on top of the covers, but anything beat the barn.  She looked around.  To her disgust, she saw a few pictures.  The picture of her and James on their first date was the most prominent.  The picture was of James, standing behind her, his hands on her belly and her hands on his.  Matt had photoshopped himself over James.  There were a few others as well.  Each one of them was a picture of her and James with Matt’s mug superimposed over James.  She could smell bacon, and eggs and lightly burnt toast.  Her mouth began to water.  A small service bell was on the end table.  Instead of a sign reading ‘Ring fir service’, it said ‘Ring when awake’.  Her left hand was affixed to the bed with a zip-tie, but her right was attached with a traditional set of handcuffs.  She rang the bell. 
   “Good morning sunshine,” Matt said appearing in the doorway of the bedroom, “Ya’ hungry?”  She knew that this was a cruel trick.  He would dangle food in front of her and take it away.  Tayla promised herself she wasn’t going to fall for it. 
   “What’s going on Matt?” she asked.   Matt smiled.  She was still stunning after all the torture, the humiliation that he and Amy had put her through, she was stunning.  Her red locks had grown back nicely, her pretty blue eyes, clouded a bit by her temper.  Her cute little nose with the ring, her gentle jawline, beautiful lips, her gorgeous neck, her wonderful breasts also ringed, her toned stomach, her childbearing hips, her amazing legs and dainty feet. 
   “What’s going on?” she repeated her question. 
   “You know, you’re cute when you’re angry,” Matt said. 
   “What’s going on?” she repeated her question for, now, a third time. 
   “It’s called a discussion, dear,” Matt said.  He was incurably patronizing, “in which I’m having my breakfast and I’m offering you breakfast.
   “I want breakfast,” she said wanting to see how far Matt’s game went.  Matt disappeared for a moment and returned with a leash.  He attached it to her collar, and un cuffed her right hand with a key and sliced the zip-tie with his blade. 
   “On your hands and knees,” he said.  Tayla dropped onto all fours and followed Matt.  They passed the table with the food on it and Tayla hung her head as they approached the washroom.  He led her over to the toilet.  He shoved her head over the edge.  She gagged at the sight and smell of Matt’s morning deposit.
   “There’s your breakfast.  Enjoy!” 
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« Reply #44 on: January 15, 2017, 02:37:25 PM »

A few months later…

Tayla had lost track of how many days and weeks she’d been her ex-boyfriend’s fuck slave.   She thought of her family often.  She missed holding her children so much it hurt and missed being held by her husband even more.  She wondered, if she somehow escaped and found her way back to James and the kids, would she be rejected, mutilated as she was?  She’d cried herself to sleep countless times.  She was on a particular diet, Matt’s fecal matter and his piss.  Her hair had grown back; in fact it was longer than it had been when it’d been shaved.  Matt insisted on no hair, except her eyebrows and her head.  Tayla had seemed to acclimatize herself to her new life of sexual servitude.  The only time she had to herself, was when she’d be allowed to shower and shave her legs.  She did nothing without Matt’s say-so.  He knew it and used every opportunity to humiliate her.

Matt had started hosting dinner parties, which were enjoyed by all his guests but of course Tayla was the ‘guest of honour’.  One particular such gathering was rougher than most.  
   “Gentlemen, welcome to my humble home,” Matt said greeting his guests.
   “Matt, where’s that cute girlfriend of yours?” one of them asked as Matt led them to the dining hall.  
   “Girlfriend?” he asked.  
   “Yeah uhh, Amy, I think,” he said.  
   “She and I broke up a while back now,” Matt said, suppressing a grin.  All the guests had their places selected and their names in the places, much like a wedding.  
   “What about the other one?” another asked.  
   “Other?”
   “Yeah that redhead slut.  She gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had,”  a second man said as Matt indicated they should sit.  
   “Yeah, gave her an anal reaming you wouldn’t believe.  Piece of shit, shit on me,” yet another guest intoned, she’ll not do that again,” he said laughing.  He’d beaten her hard.  If Matt hadn’t intervined, stopped it, he probably would’ve ended up burying Tayla next to Amy.  
   “Oh, of course, you mean Tayla or ‘little cunt’, as I’ve taken to calling her.  well, see for yourself,” he said.  He picked up a small bell on the table and rang it.  The door to the kitchen opened.  Almost all the men shifted to hide the bulges, growing in their pants.  Tayla stood in the doorway.  She was wearing a slutty French maid uniform, which barely covered her bald and naked pussy.  Her ankles had leather cuffs but without a chain above the two inch stilettos.  Her wrists, likewise, were cuffed with leather cuffs, but a chain connected her wrists.  A dark blue ball-gag completed the ensemble.  Her blue eyes were directed to the floor.  Matt had considered having her serve them naked, but decided this was better.  
   “Bring the first course,” he snapped.  The gagged woman nodded submissively and went back into the kitchen.  She reappeared with a tray and four salad bowls.  It took four trips before everyone had a salad bowl.  After the last salad bowl was placed on the table, she stood again, at the kitchen door, wishing she wasn’t wearing the stilettos, as the pain in her legs and lower back was incredable.  She’d never worn more than half an inch heels.  As the men finished the salad, Tayla cleared the table and after the last bowl was cleared, she was directed to bring them their main meal.  Dinner was puncuated with conversation.  Most of it was degrading to his beautiful, ginger, slave-girl.  She washed the dishes by hand after dessert had been served.  His guests were enjoying the dinner party, but his slave-girl more.  After the meal and all the dishes washed, the usual orgy Matt and his fifteen guests used her brutally, passing her around the room.  The difference with the past, tonight, it seemed more about pain.  After the rape and torture, each of them spanked, whipped or cropped her, after which, she was returned to the barn.  

It was early the next morning.  Tayla was fed her normal breakfast, after which she was taken to the house.  She was instructed, to have a shower, brush her teeth, use her mouthwash.  She turned the shower a little hotter than usual.  She took a few minutes to run her hands through her red locks as the hot water cascaded down her sore back, soothing the tense muscles.  When she came out of the shower, a gym bag sat against the counter.  She knew Matt wanted her to put on whatever was in the bag.  She was disgusted when she saw what it was but had little choice.  She was dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl.  Black loafers, white knee socks, kilt, white golf shirt, with a gold crest.  It was a silhouette of a woman on her knees, hands behind her giving a guy a blowjob. She wasn’t given underwear, or bra.  She exited the room and Matt whistled.  He gently blindfolded her using an unzipped bondage hood.  He shackled her wrists behind her, before grabbing her upper arm and walked her through the mansion to a room.  Tayla sensed it was a big room.  She was able to confirm it as it took four steps to get to the side of the bed.  
   “Lay down,” Matt instructed.  he unschackled her wrists.  He quickly had her tied spread eagle.  Her golf shirt was pushed up to her neck and her kilt was flipped over her hips.  As he leaned over her to shackle her right wrist, he whispered in her ear.  
   “I have a surprise for you Tayla.” Tayla noted the smile in his voice.  She also  couldn’t remember last time she had heard him call her by her name.  Matt, quite unexpectedly, captured her mouth with his.  After sucking face for a while, he broke the kiss and rolled off of her, giving a visual inspection of her shackles, before leaving the room.  The door opened again and she could tell that at least two people had entered the room.  There was a rumble of satisfaction in the man’s deep voice.  
   “I must say, Mr. McMahon, I am very impressed.”  Tayla recognized the voice. It was very familiar to her but she couldn’t place it.  The heavy boots crossing the floor, alerted Tayla that he was approaching her.  he climbed on the bed, his knees around her toned stomach.  His pole was between her breasts, which were now being pinched and slapped.  The man sitting on her stomach began to manipulate her breasts and he gave himself a titty-fuck.  As he neared an orgasm he grabbed the hood and pulled it off.  
   “I’m gonna’ cum all over that pretty face of yours,” he said.  Tayla realized why he sounded familiar when she recognized who the voice belonged to, but she was so shocked; it didn’t seem real for a second.  It couldn’t be.  
   “Hurry up Frank.  I want to make her eat my cunt, then my shit,” the man’s wife said.  She walked over to look down at Tayla’s face.  “When we’re done with you here, we’re taking you back with us.  We have a small cage just for you.  You’ll spend the rest of your life there.  When we get tired of you, we’ll weigh the cage down with bricks and mortar blocks and into the lake you go.”  Tayla was crying by this point.  
   “Why are you doing this Uncle Frank?”

   THE END!

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