Chapter 5



Still tied down, with a strap around her waist and her wrists securely buckled to the table, though her legs remained free, all she could do was uncurl her legs to lie flat. Her arse was almost numb from the vicious fucking it had received but she could still feel his cum dribbling from the hole, or maybe it was blood. She was too exhausted and sore to care anymore. Tears of self pity welled up in her as she had no option to await Greg’s return and whatever he had planned for her next torment. She couldn’t imagine how anything could be worse than the anal assaults…at least she wasn’t a virgin, so her pussy was used to being fucked, although not usually as roughly as Greg seemed to like. She realised the electrodes were still attached to her shaved quim , with the probe still buried inside her. Her face flooded with shame as she recalled how violently she had squirted when the massive orgasm had overtaken her. Did this mean she enjoyed the pain? Surely not….she had fought against the two brutes as hard as she could all the way through. Yet, remembering the spasms of pleasure that had wracked her violated body, she admitted to herself that maybe there had been a tiny part of her that had enjoyed being used in these depraved ways. The thought left her feeling confused and shameful & she tried to push it out of her mind. Instead, she became aware of a raging thirst that made her throat almost as sore as her arse.



Just then, Greg entered the room, dressed and carrying a tray on which there was a large jug of water, a cup and a bowl. He smiled at her kindly, as if the previous hours of hell had never happened and she felt even more confused. Greg busied himself, first removing the electrical equipment from her crack, then untying her restraints and helping her up to a sitting position.

Thank you she croaked. Her voice was hoarse; from thirst, from all the screaming and from having a huge cock rammed down it. He poured her a glass of water and held it to her lips, almost tenderly. Gently, he stroked her matted hair back from her face and taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped her streaked mascara from around her eyes.

Good girl, good girl he crooned, and she found herself clinging to his chest, burying her head in his shoulders like a real lover. He stroked her breasts, stopping to release the clamps from them as if surprised to find them still there. The fiery pain as the blood supply returned to them made her whimper again but instead of the cruel response she had come to expect, he bent to kiss them and lick each one with the utmost tenderness.

Greg? she found herself whispering his name almost reverently, Greg, I want to please you now. I have learned my place is only to serve you. Her voice was heavy with emotion and she appeared docile and submissive.

You’re a very good girl then answered Greg, laying her gently back down on the table, I shan’t need to restrain you as heavily then for our next adventure. You see, my darling, I want to stretch that gorgeous cunt of yours and get my fist right up it. And he smiled almost lovingly at her as she inhaled sharply at his words, which struck a new bout of fear into her.

B….b….but….that will hurt she exclaimed It’ll never fit. I can’t! I can’t. Please Greg, anything but that…. Her pleading cut no ice as he calmly continued…

.Yes, my dear. It will hurt. But it will fit. And you’ll be surprised at how hard you may cum when you finally get stretched enough to take it all. I believe that you may actually thank me by the time it’s over.”



He buckled the waist strap around her again and rearranged her legs, this time raised in stirrups and spread wide. As he worked, he carried on explaining to her;

I know it sounds impossible but the key to accepting a fisting is to make your body relax. The more you fight it, the more tense your pussy will be and the more damage it will do to you. Make no mistake, my fist is going in, whether you fight it or accept it. But for your sake, I suggest you go with it and not against it.”



Finally she was arranged to his satisfaction and he went off to the bedroom, returning with a video camera on a tripod. He set it up and then he pressed a button on the side of the bench and from the ceiling above where she lay a flat screen TV emerged from a hidden recess.

If you look up, you will be able to watch my progress if feeling it is not enough for you he smirked. He fiddled with the camera to ensure it was at the correct angle for his work and she watched her very own cunt being spread on the monitor above her. She was shocked at how purple and swollen her lips and clit still were. Because of the swelling, her slit was difficult to expose and she felt panic rising in her. Greg pulled up a seat so that he was in the perfect position to begin and then, dipping his hand into the mysterious bowl he had brought in earlier, he coated his hand, wrist and arm with what she now realised was lube. With his other hand, he smeared some liberally around her pussy and then, pausing only to press record on the video, he began his task.



To begin with, he held her lips apart with thumb & finger of one hand while he slipped just two well-lubed fingers inside her. He twisted them around inside her, massaging her spongy walls and flexing his fingers to widen the tight channel. She stared transfixed at the screen, unable to connect the picture above her head with the sensations she was feeling below her waist. On-screen, she could see him manouvering a third finger into her & felt him repeating the process of enlarging her. As yet, it had not been anything other than slightly uncomfortable, and that only because her pussy was still sore from its earlier electrical pounding. In fact, as his persistent fingers pressed on her front wall, she felt a surge of wetness which she soon saw emerging from her cunt and running down his wrist. She looked at his face, half expecting him to be as angry as her earlier response had made him, but he too looked surprised and pleased this time. He caught her eye;

Easy….so far. But it gets tougher now. Time to see if you really do know how to obey and thus please me…. He curled his fingers around to allow the fourth to penetrate her, then tucked his thumb in too and began to push forward. The sudden increase in width formed a mental and physical barrier and she felt her cunt clench to try and stop him. He inhaled sharply at the strength of her muscles around his hand and attempted to flex his fingers within her. This was extremely painful for her now her pussy seemed to have gone into lockdown.

I told you to relax he hissed, now fucking DO it! And he twisted his fingers inside her causing her to cry out, begging him to stop pushing for a moment. He relented briefly and just maintained his hand in its position, neither pushing further nor withdrawing while she breathed deeply trying to will herself to relax. She did not dare look up at the screen as the sight of his hand disappearing up her twat would scare her so much she might clam up completely. Instead, she closed her eyes & tried to visualise her pussy as an opening flower. Greg immediately felt a loosening around his hand and increased his push against the tight muscles. Lost in her own private world, she moaned and grunted like a primitive creature while the widest part of his hand stretched her cunt to its absolute limit. Getting his knuckles past her pelvic bone was a slow and painful ordeal for her, but Greg never relented in his pressure and, as she stretched around his invading hand, enveloping him completely, she heard an unearthly cry which she realised had escaped from her. Opening her eyes, she looked at the screen and saw his entire hand deep within her pussy. The burning pain was still there but she felt a sense of amazing achievement.

And now, he declared, it is time to make a fist. Scream for me baby! And with that, he balled his hand into a fist inside her, the sudden and immense change of diameter causing a burst of agony that ensured she threw back her head and shrieked as he impaled her. Without resting, he began to thrust up then draw back, tearing and bruising her tender cunt. Because she had been lulled into a false sense of security by Greg’s feigned tenderness previously, his return to brutality seemed like a double betrayal and she wept at her foolishness for trusting him. On and on, he fisted her roughly as she struggled to escape his pounding hand. Then, just when she felt as though she could bear no more, Greg leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her protruding clit, which had been forced out by the pressure from within. She jerked as though electrified. He resumed his thrusting but this time interspersed it with sucking on her engorged clit and she felt as though she was wavering between a world of pain and a world of ecstasy. Unable to contain herself, she felt her cunt start to spasm around his wrist and she threw back her head as the most powerful orgasm she had ever known wracked her tortured body. Greg felt his hand gripped so hard by her strong muscles that it almost made him numb but he made sure that even in the throes of her orgasm he delivered her an accompanying pain: As she toppled over into the abyss of pleasure, he clipped a clothes peg onto her clit whilst at the same time, he flexed his buried hand open then balled it back again before twisting it ninety degrees inside her, scraping his knuckles around her cunt. But instead of eliciting an agonised scream as he had expected, it only appeared to make her cum harder, in a second wave of spasms.



As the waves subsided, her bucking body, drenched with sweat, collapsed back on the table, shuddering with the aftershocks. He pulled his fist out, without tenderness and she became aware once again of the battering her poor body had undergone. A thick torrent of sticky cunt juice flooded out after his hand and she flushed with shame once more at her own epravity for enjoying such an act of brutality. Greg, in the meantime, was achingly aware of his stiff cock and the need to release yet another load of his cum.



He tried to decide how he would best enjoy achieving this when, noticing the glazed yet aroused look in her eyes, he realised the silly bitch actually felt grateful for her cunt-stretching. Disgusted at the wanton whore’s facility for pleasure, he wanted to degrade her as much as he could and so, he untied her and ordered her to her knees, hands behind her head in an upright stance. She was desperately aching and sore now, the peg on her clit was incredibly painful now her orgasm had subsided. Yet, fearful of another beating, she obeyed him, awaiting whatever mode of pain he chose to next inflict. His first action was to insert a mouth hook, which pulled the corners painfully and was tightened behind her head. Next, he rummaged in a box briefly then returned with another handful of clothes pegs, which he attached all over her breasts and pussy lips. Ordering her to kneel with her legs wide, his final attachment was a pair of weighted clips to the longest part of her fleshy lips, which dragged them still lower. Then, he took a thick red marker pen and wrote all over her body: Whore”, Cumslut”, Piss on me and, on her back, an arrow pointing to her anus with the words Fuck me hard here”.

This is for the lads tomorrow he explained. In case you missed our conversation earlier, Vince & I are bringing a few buddies to party tomorrow, and use your whore’s body in any way they wish. There should be eight to ten of them he added casually, so you can look forward to some double or even triple penetrations and I know Vince is yearning to demonstrate his party trick on you. He leaned closer and stared directly into her eyes.

He wants to fist your arse next. I don’t know if you noticed the size of his hands Her eyes widened in terror but, like before, she was now too parched to speak beyond a strangled gasp.

I think a little DP practice might stand you in good stead eh? he suggested, fetching a dildo and a large buttplug from a wall rack. Sliding the dildo up her pussy, he then worked the plug into her anus, which was too battered to resist, although the pain was every bit as tough to bear as before. Next, he went to a corner fridge where, from a small freezer compartment, he removed an ice popsicle on a stick. Ordering her to remain upright and not flinch or betray her stance, he held the ice bar against her tautly stretched perineum. For a moment, the cold was a welcome relief to the bruised region, but seconds later, it spread across the skin like a thousand knives cutting her.

If you flinch, then tomorrow will be an unimaginable hell for you Greg warned her. I may be able to call Vince off his course of action or at least provide you with some gas & air to get you through it….but fail me in this simple request and I don’t see why I should put myself out for you….”

She forced herself to hold still, biting her lip so hard it drew blood. After several minutes of the ice compression, her nether regions became mercifully numb. Greg removed the ice pack and directed her gaze to the far wall. Pressing another button on a remote control, the wall slid back to reveal a 42 inch plasma screen. He pressed play and the video of her first fisting was replayed in giant and glorious technicolour. Greg began to stroke himself as he watched his own brutality relived and heard the animal grunting he had elicited from her. Soon he was wanking hard, enlivened by glances at her humiliated and degraded body and the expression of shame on her face as she watched her own submission to orgasm. It was enough to tip him over and he began to cum heavily once more, spraying it randomly over her body and face.



Her spirit seemed completely subjugated now. She no longer cried but exhibited a weary acceptance of whatever Greg wanted to do to her. When he added a stream of piss to her drenched body, allowing some to hit her face and run into her mouth, she exhibited only the briefest expression of disgust before her eyes glazed over once more.



Spent, Greg regarded his captive’s exhausted form with detachment. His own enjoyment of her had been immense, though it had not been the first time he had used a woman in this manner. He only hoped that she was not completely broken in spirit, as he wanted to ensure he hosted an unforgettable gang-fuck the next day and he wanted her still fighting & resistant: the boys would be less-than-impressed if she was merely a compliant, fucked-out set of cum-holes. He decided he would devise some exotic mental torture before they arrived, to heighten her anticipation, hopeful that a night’s rest would aid her physical recovery.



He unlocked the dungeon door and walked away, leaving her like a discarded toy, which indeed she was. As he departed he called back;

Have a bath, clean yourself up. You won’t be able to get the pen off I’m afraid, but at least you can get the cum and piss off. Feel free to sleep in the double bed. And with that, he was gone, locking the bedroom door behind him.