Ellie gasped for air as the huge cock squelched in and out of her throat. How long had it been--days? Weeks? She didn't dare ask. The last time she'd spoken, just to beg for a drink of water, she'd been whipped to within an inch of her life.

"Cunts don't talk," a voice snarled in her ear. "And that's all you are now. Cunt. Cum receptacle. All we want from you is an open hole to fuck. Nod if you understand me."

Ellie had nodded, then as they'd strung her from the ceiling by her wrists and whipped her, front and back with a bullwhip, she'd screamed until her voice was gone.

Long ago, a lifetime ago, her life had been normal. A home in the suburbs, a family, a part-time job at the Dairy Queen. That's where they'd found her, walking home after the late shift, just snatched her by the side of the road, no witnesses, no clues. Driven for hours with young Ellie hogtied in the back of their van, a black bag over her head. They hadn't bothered to gag her. A snarled "Scream and you're dead, bitch" was sufficient to keep her quiet. They'd never asked her name, and they'd never offered theirs. She thought there were maybe four or five of them in total, from the sounds of their voices, the varied degrees of brutality in their touches. They kept her in the basement, where they pulled the bag off her head only to replace it with a black leather hood that covered her face from the nose up. She was completely blind, her hearing muffled by the thick, hot leather.

"P-please," she'd pleaded. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything." "Yes you will," agreed a voice, the one from the van. "Anything and everything. And we're going to hurt you anyway." "But why?"

"Because we like to," the voice said. "Now shut up, cunt."

With the mask over her face she'd lost track of time almost right away. They'd raped her that first night, all of them, several times apiece. One of the men had expressed disappointment that she wasn't a virgin, then proceeded to drive his unlubricated cock deep into her asshole.

Now she lay stretched on a metal frame, ankles chained to the floor, spread wide, her belly pressed against a metal bar, hands bound tightly in a single, elbow-length leather glove, shoulders aching. A metal ring inset in the top of her leather hood was attached to a hook in the ceiling, which left her head tilted back at a painful angle. She was fastened to the rack regularly so all her holes would be accessible to her captors.

After an eternity the cock in her mouth spewed a throatful of salty cum, and Ellie choked to get it all down. She prayed he'd be spent, or at least tired of hurting her for the moment, but it was not to be. Instead of leaving her alone he untied her from the frame, dragged her to a table where he pushed her down, clamped her ankles to rings in the corners. She moaned as her weight fell on her tightly bound arms, but she forced herself to be quiet as she felt the man's fingers probing at her cunt lips.

"You really do have a beautiful cunt," he said as he pulled her labia apart, then prodded two fingers roughly into her. Ellie writhed as his fingers explored her inner folds. He added a third finger, then a fourth as his touch became still rougher, more persistent. She thought of her boyfriend Danny, how gentle he'd been when he'd taken her virginity, whispering in her ear how good his cock felt in her tight little hole.

It hadn't been anywhere near tight since that first night, Ellie reflected as the man stretched her flesh wider and wider. She winced as he leaned his head down into her crotch and found her clitoris with his teeth, biting down first with his incisors, then turning his head to catch her tiny bud between his molars, grinding it between them until she squealed, tears streaming out of her eyes beneath the leather hood that blinded her.

She panted for breath as he released her clit, allowing herself to relax a little with relief. She soon discovered that was a mistake, though, as the man suddenly jammed his entire fist into her already-stretched cunt. He began to fist-fuck her vigorously, first jamming his hand wrist-deep with each thrust, then deeper and deeper until he was sunk halfway to his elbow, pummelling her cervix with his clenched hand.

It took him a long time to tire of this game. Ellie writhed and struggled against his thrusts, but there was nothing she could do to deter him. Finally he pulled his hand out, wiped it on her tits. "There you go, cunt. You have my permission to thank me." Ellie sobbed with pain and humiliation. Thank him for tearing apart her insides?

"T-thank you," she managed through the agony.

"Very good, cunt." He leaned down, kissed her deeply on the lips. "I like hurting you," he said almost gently. "You make a good slave."

He threw her in the cage next, a tiny space barely big enough for her to kneel. He fastened her wrists to a loop in the leather collar she wore, and she heard the cage clang shut. Ellie knew her respite would be brief, so she tried her best to catch a few moments' sleep in the awkward, painful position, kneeling on the steel bars that crossed the bottom of the cage. She suspected it was a dog kennel of some sort, although she'd been blindfolded the entire time she'd been here, so it was only a guess. After a few minutes she drifted into a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of vicious hands tearing her flesh.

She was wakened soon after as she was hauled out of the cage, her mouth slammed into the crotch of one of her tormentors. "You have two minutes to make me cum, slut."

Two minutes! His cock wasn't even hard yet! Ellie frantically wrapped her lips around the flaccid instrument, sucking furiously as she used her bound hands to rub the man's balls. He was hard in no time--her time here had made her an excellent cocksucker, if nothing else--and soon she was gasping for air, saliva pouring down her chin as she sucked desperately at the engorged organ. Before long he was spewing what felt like buckets full of cum down her throat, and she managed to swallow every drop.

The man slapped her face with his softening cock, and for a second she was hopeful--had she made it? Was she under the wire? "Two minutes, twelve seconds," came the voice, and Ellie let out a sob of defeat. "Too bad, cunt. Now we'll have to punish you." He dragged her to the table again, forced her to kneel with her breasts laying out on the tabletop. They'd been lovely when they first brought her here--pale and firm, 34C with long pink nipples. She couldn't bear to think what they must look like now, covered with whip marks, bruises and cigarette burns. She hadn't even been able to look at her body, to inspect the damage they'd inflicted.

Now she felt her nipples being tugged, pinched, stretched out by a pair of callused fingers. Something sharp and cold, pressing against the surface of her skin--NO! A nail! He was nailing her breasts to the table! She let out a whimper of protest and instinctively tried to pull away, but a second pair of hands gripped her shoulders from behind, holding her securely in place. The hammer came down again and again, pounding at her tits until each nipple was firmly secured to the table. She was beyond pain, her mind fading in and out of consciousness as another nail, then another, was hammered into each tit.

"There we go," a voice said finally. "That's nice. Now open your mouth, cunt."

She felt the stream of piss hitting her tongue, dribbling down her throat. She swallowed eagerly--it was the only thing she'd been allowed to drink since her arrival, and she had gone beyond feeling disgusted or degraded by it. In fact, she looked forward to it, cherished every drop they allowed her. It was all that was keeping her alive. Sometimes they fed her, spooned horrible-tasting mush into her mouth. She couldn't bear to think what it was, but she ate it all gratefully. She felt certain they'd kill her eventually, but somehow she still allowed herself to hope--maybe they'd take pity on her, maybe she'd be rescued. Although kneeling here, wherever she was, her tits nailed to a chunk of wood, her senses dulled by the thick leather mask, she was beginning to doubt that would ever happen.

The man behind her lifted her to her feet, spread her legs wide. She felt his cock hard against her thigh, then thrusting inside her distended cunt. He pulled out after a moment, pressed it into her asshole, then fucked her roughly. She sobbed as each thrust tore at her ruined breasts, warm blood trickling out around the nails. The pain was incredible, washing over her in waves, until finally she blacked out, the cock still thrusting into her sore asshole.

She awoke on the table, chained spread-eagle, feeling hands roaming over her body, her aching tits, stretched cunt, her belly. How many were there? It could have been three men, could have been ten. One by one they mounted her, fucked her cunt, mouth, asshole. One inserted a metal object into her asshole.

"This is called a pear, cunt. They used to use these back in the dark ages to torture prisoners. It opens another centimetre every time I turn this little knob here. Stretch your asshole nice and wide." And he gave it a twist, tearing at her tight hole. Ellie squealed around the cock in her mouth. She felt hands twisting her tits, giving another turn to the device in her asshole, tearing the flesh further. A mouth landed on her stretched cunt lips, sucking, biting roughly. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth, bit down harshly, jamming four fingers inside her cunt. Ellie felt them rubbing against the device in her asshole, began to moan with pain as he stretched her further. But another sensation overcame her, too--not so much pleasure as a complete sensory overload, and she began to quiver and buck as an orgasm spread through her tortured body.

"Hey, look at this! The little slut's cumming!" A few of the men laughed. "She likes it!"

Tears streamed down from beneath Ellie's hood. No! She didn't like this! But she didn't dare speak.

The man between her legs stopped chewing on her clit for a moment and looked up.

"Likes it, huh? Let's see how she likes this." And he opened the pear in her anus as far as it would go. Ellie screamed like a banshee, thrashed on the table as her flesh was torn.

When her screams had subsided the men grew quiet. One of them removed the pear, began to rub something stinging over her cunt and asshole. She whimpered with pain but was too exhausted to do more than wince in response to the burning.

"Shut up, cunt," one of the men told her. "You don't want an infection, do you? Not in your delicate condition."

They all laughed at that. Ellie frowned, confused. `Delicate condition?' Were they saying she was pregnant?

Well, of course. It wasn't like they'd been wearing condoms while they raped and tortured her. But how far along was she? Did they intend to make her go through with the entire pregnancy? And what would these sadistic monsters do to a baby? She shuddered at the thought. "That's right, cunt. You're going to be a mommy. It'll be such fun torturing these titties when they're full of milk."

"You'll be a nice milk cow," another one said. "In fact, maybe we'll just keep you pregnant all the time. As soon as this one comes out, get you knocked up with another one. Big fat belly dragging on the ground while we pull you around on your hands and knees. Won't that be nice?"

"She's a nice breeder, isn't she?" said a third. Slapped her belly hard, then pissed all over her face while the others laughed.

The End