Mr Quinsson began to growl throught gritted teeth, “I had to rape you! I had to make you suffer!”
Yet more come entered her stomach for her to digest. Ashley focused on swallowing the load ensuring that none dropped onto the floor.
Mr Quinsson satisfied went to regather his strength. The next man walked up with a long beard and tattoos of a skull on his chest. Ashley opened her mouth. The man laughed at her and together the two tattooed men lifted her weakly onto her feet, she could barely stand. The man with the dragon tattoo held her up while the bearded man began to punch her.
He didn’t punch her face he only slapped her face harder than the man with the spider tattoo. He threw one punch to her stomach. It nearly made her hurl. Then he punched her once in the left breast and four times on the right forcing her to cry out. She thought she was done with the pain but she should of known these ‘Men’ would have found new ways to torment.
Everyone was enjoying the show of cheering every time the man with the spider tattoo would bite her on the neck adding to her grief and pain.
The man with the skull tattoo seemed to get an adrenalin rush. “Right put her on the ground!’
They placed her down easily on her bruised stomach, chest and pussy. “Does it hurt.”
He pushed down on her back causing Ashley to nod her head vigoursly.
“Good! Because I want you to rember this, ’ he began pound her as soon as his dick was in her destroyed pussy. “I want it to haunt you for the rest of your days.’
“Tell him what you are, ” said the man with spider tattoo.
Ashley looked up from the floor, “I...don’t?’
Ashley couldn’t focus as her flesh was crushed for whatever energy was left.
“What are you?” the man with the spider tattoo demanded and he placed another cut on one of her bound arms all the way towards the centre of her shoulder blades
Her mind raced as another slash across her back came. With the bearded man finishing inside her with a satisfied grunt, once again she felt he was going to crush her through the earth! She never saw the next one who immediately started to rape her just as violently.
“What are you?”
She cried, “I am a good MILF!” she pleaded as her head smacked against the floor repeatedly to an extra-large thrust from the man behind. She was tossed onto her back again
“If you want to live! You will no longer be a MILF!” His hands began to crush her neck again as began to fuck her hard again. “You will be slave or I will slice you open.”
What did that mean? It means said a voice from deep within her self. I submit and leave every thing I knew or I will die.
“I can’t!” she said out loud.
His knife came upon her neck so close that was already pulling blood.
“I am so close now.” His thrusts were getting more violent, the knife prepared to plunge into her neck upon when he unloaded.
Whatever was left in Ashley faded, she felt her already depleted body give up.
“I am a slave.” She said, she didn’t cry when he finished inside her and smacked her face. She only grimaced as drove his teeth into her breast adding fresh blood onto the dried. She really didn’t acknowledge as Mr Quinsson took the pleasure of fucking her, she just continued to stare up at the roof as her broken sweaty body was slid up and down Mr Quintion’s cock and the hard ground beneath her.
Once Mr Quinsson was done he traded with the man with the skull tattoo who shared his turn with the man with the spider tattoo.
‘Suck my cock slave!’ she opened her mouth in compliance as the pair managed to manipulate her body to spit roast her on the ground. She was unable to move her body into a position that was helpful. All she could do was open her mouth and take both cocks as they attempted crush bones violently between them.
The slave was rolled onto the her back she was able to see the blond man who was raping her now. He had a serious scar on his shoulder from some fight, he was squeezing her numb tits and licked up the side of her neck and face. He just smiled at her as he unloaded again inside her.
‘Can she suck me off again?’ asked Mr Quinson as he stared at the slaves pathetic body slumped on the ground.
The men with the tattoos managed to pick up her limp body and helped the slave manipulate her head onto Mr Quinson’s cock.
The slave found she still had movement in her neck and was able move her tongue that was now used to the taste of cock.
She was slow to react to his movements but managed to swallow more come to add to the rest that she was still digesting.
She sucked everyone’s cock on her third round.
On her fourth round the men with the tattoos traded places to spit roast her again, ripping at her skin together. They then placed her on top of the counter her blackened tits pointing at the roof while her neck and shoulders naturally slumped backwards. The only struggle for the slave was trying to keep her mouth open. Her barely functioning legs were easy to part to continue raping her.
After two more rotations the slave was struggling to swallow come.
The Man with the spider tattoo growled in anger as a drop of semen escaped her lips dripping on the floor.
No sound came out of the slave’s mouth as he dragged the blade of his knife across her stomach. He then left in a furry.
Mr Quinson, the man with the skull tattoo and the blond one continued to rape her. She also tasted the cock of the hairy man, he was back. So was Theodor, “Did you miss me?”
He fucked her with a renewed brutality, “What are you?” demanded Theodor.
“I’m a slave” she managed a hoarse reply
Theodore laughed, ‘Who’s slave?”
“Your slave.”
‘And what is your only purpose, what is all your good for?’ he snarled.
“To be fucked, ” she weakly replied.
“And discarded!” laughed Theodor emptying yet another load into her.
The last moments of her rape were a blur. The slave’s broken exhausted body was barely functioning any more. The slave was dragged from the counter and viciously beaten by everyone accept the man with the spider tattoo since he wasn’t there currently.
She must of passed out because when the slave opened her eyes she was a bed in her new home, well her masters’ home. Rapists’ home.
It was a property down south. That’s all she needed to know.
It was were men would travel to take there mind off of the world, talk finances, discuss politics and rape the slave.
It would take her a week to recover from her abduction. But she was already compliant with demands. She probably would have recovered quicker if she wasn’t told of her new duties on the property.
The slave was kept in a cage on the back porch. She was wipped or canned every morning by who ever was on the property, given food and water. Bathed and would then be raped.
She was to be tortured on Tuesday. The slaves performance, or the mood of the current torture that day, would depend on how severely she would be tortured. Sometimes they nailed her tits to the coffee table, sometimes they would burn her with a hot iron.
She was never to wear any clothes on the property and she must wear a collar and chain at all times. Her arms were only bound when requested. She was to participate in menial tasks for all owners of the property and only speak when given permission.
The slave didn’t know how long she was at the property for. She new she was raped at least 10 times a day. She would suck cock while men drank. She was raped on the dining room table during meetings. When she delivered the paper she was beaten then raped, and sucked cock before she went to deliver breakfast for the next man who would bite her tits then rape her. The cook raped her every time she entered the kitchen to deliver meals.
In the entertainment room there was a record for how far one could shove a pool cue inside her. The man with the spider tattoo held the record. He mainly came Tuesdays.
A few days she was raped from sun up continuously until early next morning. She was so tired that she would be unable to fuffill her duties properly. This resulted her being tied upside-down to a pole in a harsh storm on Tuesday. On another occasion beaten for the whole day.
Eventually the slave was considered of no longer to be of value to the property. The naked slave was dropped off at a shack and traded for a new pool table.
The slave lived out the rest of her days being traded abused and rapped. Once her mind dwelled on her daughter, and wondered how she was, if she was doing okay. The thought left her mind as her hands were pulled above her head and she prepared for a fresh round of fucking from sailors who had just come to the dock to relieve there tention. The slave had been traded for a boat to the dock. The woman who owned the dock found her use full for dealing with unruly patrons.
The sailors began to discuss taking the slave with them on their long voyage east. They began to toss around the slaves naked body. “We got all that extra liquor, ’ suggested one before he bit down on her tit.