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Death Wish

Part 2 Torture

I am led to an area of the floor where four rings are bolted into the concrete- I am instructed to lie down, and my wrists and ankles are tied so I am spread, on my back. Next to me there is a table with some strange objects I can't identify on it, and someone wheels forward a mobile staircase, the kind you might see in a warehouse. To begin with, some of the crowd stand on me, using their whole weight on my tits, my belly, my thighs and my pussy. Their shoes crush my nipples and did viciously into my flesh, and a woman with slight heels slowly increases the pressure around my clit until her whole weight is on one leg, pressing into me. One man bounces up and down on my tits, and I moan as the pain flows through me..

  I realise that this is only the warm-up, because then I see people go to the table, pick up objects and begin to climb the staircase. A woman reaches the third step and leans out, her arm outstretched- I now see she is holding a studded metal ball, which although small looks heavy. She looks down and our eyes meet, and we have a very intense moment of pure understanding, and then she takes aim and drops the ball..

  It thuds into my stomach deliciously, causing instant pain and a wonderful resonating noise of my insides almost slapping together. I gasp in pleasure, and as the ball rolls off me, I raise my head and see a beautiful red and white mark where it had impacted. A man prepares to drop another ball, this time with larger studs and generally bigger, and heavier, in dimensions. I see him holding it, and relax my body as much as I can, welcoming the pain into me, my mouth opening and an almost subconscious " yes " escaping my lips..

 This time the ball hits my left breast, squashing it almost flat, crushing it. The pain is intense, and I'm so aroused now that I ask for more.. More quickly now, the balls drop onto me, bigger each time, impacting all over my body, slamming into my soaking pussy, bruising me wonderfully. I need to be fucked again, and I'm desperate, so I beg.. " please, fuck me... I need to be fucked, anyone, anything, FUCK ME !! " I feel something enter me, it's warm but it feels very strange, and as I raise my head to look I see a woman is fucking me with her foot ! She is slowly penetrating me more and more, at first just a couple of toes but then all her toes are inside my pussy, and she continues to push more in as she pumps me. I feel stretched very wide but I'm in ecstasy as she fucks me harder now, almost kicking me in my cunt..!

 I feel like less than an animal now, but I'm transported to a place I wasn't sure existed, a place of sheer sexual bliss where I don't think, I don't have an opinion, I don't speak, I'm not worth anything as a human being, I'm just fucked, fucked like the slave I've always wanted so deeply to be, used and abused gloriously, over and over...

   My mouth is open as I groan gutturally in sexual abandonment, and a bare foot is thrust in- I lick the toes vigorously as the foot continues to pound my vagina, and then a man stands on my chest, a foot on each tit, and moves his weight from one to the other, crushing them brutally... I can't hold back, and I come and come and come.....

      As I pant in the aftermath of my orgasm, my wrists and ankles are untied, but I lie still, my body still shaking with pleasure, my mind resigned to my fate and even looking forward to what will happen next.. the crowd circle me, prodding me with their feet as I Iie spreadeagled, red and sweating- I look up and see the eyes behind the masks.. it's an intensely beautiful feeling as I lie still, un-restrained, willingly under their control, submitting to them totally, my body offered to them to fuck, torture, use and abuse.. I smile a genuine, warm smile and then I remember that they will have my complete submission, that they will kill me as I want so much, fulfilling my deepest, truest desire, and I feel those delicious butterflies in my belly.. " thank you.." I murmur..

  

   Suddenly, a man approaches with some thin rope and begins to circle my breasts separately, right at the base, and pulls the rope tight. My tits bell out like domes and feel very tight, almost like they're about to burst. The man attaches the ropes to 2 metal rings bolted into the ceiling, and begins to hoist me up.. my tits feel like they are about to be ripped from my body, as all my weight is pulling on them, and the pain is so intense that I cross over to the magic place where there is just pure sensation, and I enjoy what is happening to me- for a moment I think about the very real damage that might be caused, but then I think (feeling the butterflies very strongly) that it doesn't really matter anyway because soon I will be killed..

     As I hang, gently swinging form the ropes, I throw my head back and open my arms in submission. I begin to feel something hot near my ass cheek, and then all of a sudden, a bright, burning sting slices through my euphoria.. I turn my head to try and see what is happening, and I see a man holding a metal rod, the end shaped into a small disc. At first I'm not sure what the implement is, but then I realise, as my cunt throbs even harder, that the man is holding a branding iron...!

    He brands me again on the other ass cheek, pressing it into my skin for longer this time- the intense, white-hot burn of the branding iron combined with the overwhelming aching pull on my breasts is drawing me closer to another mind-shattering orgasm, and as I thrash around in mid-air like a rag doll, I feel hands pulling my butt apart, exposing my asshole.. There is a moment when the man lets my impending fate sink in, as I feel cool air tickle my sensitive ring, and then in an instant there is everything and nothing, heaven and earth, the beginning and the end.. the branding iron is pushed and held on my asshole....

   I scream and scream because I can't help myself, and I thrash around, pulling even more on my strangled tits, strange gurgling sounds coming from my throat, as my body and mind face the pain, the incredible elevation of physical and mental experience.. I'm detached from my surroundings now, in a different world, a higher plain where there is just me and what I am feeling.. I know what must happen next, what I must have, what I need so desperately, what I was born for, what I am, what is me....

      And then it happens, and I'm on another planet, in another universe, speaking in tongues, free, beyond even ecstasy, somewhere higher still, a state of permanent, total, orgasm........ the man brands me right on my clitoris, and won't stop...........


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