[Fiction] The cabin in the woods

[Runesmith]

As she heard his zip open and the rustle as his pants dropped, Nadine thought about how low she had fallen in just a couple of days. Just two days ago, she had been getting ready to go to a nice dinner with her boyfriend. Now she was on her hands and knees, eating from a bowl like an animal the lunch she had earned by whoring herself on the camera, and being casually raped while eating it. "One does not fall that far that fast unless one secretly wanted to," that annoying logical part of the brain told her.

She had to agree with that opinion. Even now, her fucked-out cunt was already starting to drool at the prospect of another cock. It wasn't kept waiting for long. She felt the man's hands on her buttocks, pulling them apart, and then a short burst of sharp pain at the much abused opening of her vagina as the man's cock pushed through, accompanied by an involuntary cry of pain that escaped her still chewing mouth.

Although the vaginal opening protested, the rest of her cunt welcomed the feeling of fullness. The tall man was gentler than the others (and she remembered how he had fingered her clit, giving her some pleasure while the others simply took turns raping her), and he even hesitated when he heard her painful cry. Nadine felt a bit of gratitude towards the man. Maybe he wasn't as bad as the others. And he had taken the time to cook this delicious stew for her.

She flexed her hips and pushed herself on to his cock, encouraging him to keep moving further inside her. Her cunt was the only currency she could use to thank him for his little acts of kindness, and that wasn't much of a currency really - anyone could walk in and use her, just like that.

His thrusts were slow and pleasurable. His cock wasn't very big, so it wasn't causing her discomfort. Ever since she was brought here, this was the closest sex act to what she had been used to in her past life.

And yet there was that strange feeling. Yes, it was the closest to what she had been used to. Yet, why did it feel like it was missing something? Why did it seem so... dull?

She pushed those thoughts out of her head. She wanted to give this man pleasure, and that is what she wanted to concentrate on. She matched his thrust with her hips and moaned at each thrust. The man was not probably as experienced as the others. Within a few minutes, he let out a loud groan and started ejaculating inside her. Nadine sighed and went back to eating.

As she lay on the bed later, her soggy panties thrown on the ground, Nadine reflected on what her life had become. She missed her mom and her sister. For all his quirks, and the way he had left without waiting for her at their last date, she missed Dirk too. She missed her colleagues at work (except her boss - she wished that if there was a similar hell for men, he was getting gang-raped there; it was his fault that she ended up here anyway).

Even though the Police seemed to be involved in protecting that gang (not to mention the district Police chief and an officer had taken turns raping her), there was a faint glimmer of hope that she may be rescued. But even if she was - what then? No doubt the lurid images and videos of her would surface on the internet, and everyone would know it is her. Dirk would probably not even answer her calls - she would probably be too much of a liability for his career after that. And would she really be able to go back to a normal life?

A tear rolled down her cheek as exhaustion lulled her in to a dreamless sleep.

To be continued...

[boredgirl123]

i love this story. i hope you continue soon

[Runesmith]

Thank you, boredgirl123. Since you listed that fantasy in your signature, this episode is for you.
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It was getting dark when she woke up. Waning light shone through the window, bringing with it the chattering of birds returning to their roosts. Nadine's body hurt, and there was a constant, dull pain between her legs from being used too hard, too often and too deep. When she touched between her legs, she found wetness - the cum that the tall man had pumped inside her was still leaking out.

With a sigh, Nadine pushed herself off the bed, and wiped herself with a bit of toilet paper. As she pushed aside the wooden cover to throw away the paper, she realized her bladder was full again. She also remembered what she needed to do to earn dinner. Although the lunch had been filling, she was hungry again. Her body was trying to compensate for the amount of energy it had lost in the last couple of days. She needed to eat something to get through the night.

What could she do to top what she had done that afternoon? She cursed herself again for not reading the instructions properly. Something humiliating. Well, the most humiliating thing that had happened to her since she was brought here was being licked to orgasm by a dog after the gang rape. Nothing would top that.

Pretty close to it was having pissed herself in bed. Now that her bladder was full... but she didn't want to wet the bed again. The bed still smelled of dried piss from that last time, and there was a sickly damp spot on the mattress that she had to avoid when sleeping. No, she definitely wasn't going to wet the bed again.

Then something clicked in her mind. It was a thought that horrified her. It was a thought that would never have dawned on her in her previous life - which was just about 3 days ago. And yet, it was something that could earn her dinner.

If she had any hope of escape, some hope of rescue, she would never have done it. She would have starved herself. She would have resisted this dirty, perverted little game they were playing with her. But there was no hope of escape. She was in the middle of a forest, and she probably wouldn't survive the night even if she managed to evade the hunting party. She had no idea how to survive in a forest. Even if she did make it to civilization, the two police officers who raped her would probably silence her... permanently. They had too much to lose. If she escaped successfully, she would also have to be on the run from the police all her life.

That is why she did what she did.

She looked around and saw the panties lying on the ground. She picked them up and put them on. The dried cum on the pantry crotch crinkled against her sore cunt lips. It wouldn't stay dry for long.

It was thinking about the dog incident, and the need to pee that had given birth to this disgusting idea. Nadine turned to the big camera above the door and pulled the top of her tube dress down, revealing her breasts. Then she got on all fours, like the dog she was trying to emulate. The tube dress rode up to the bottom of her ass. Nadine reached back and pulled it further up to expose her panty covered buttocks.

She crawled to the cover of the opening where food appears, sniffed the covering and whimpered like a dog. Then she crawled over to the door and scratched it with her front paw. Then, like a puppy denied its request to go outside, she let out another disappointed whimper and crawled to the middle of the room. She turned so that her ample bottom was facing the door camera, then lifted up her left leg.

There was a moment of panic when the piss didn't come. The piss filling her bladder seemed to be frozen, resisting any effort to push out. Tears of despair blurred her vision as Nadine begged her uncooperative bladder to work, just once, just this once.

As she was about to give up, a warmth began to spread at her crotch and started to drip down her right thigh. She lifted her leg higher to give a better view, and tightened her abdominal muscles.

The drip turned in to a steady stream and grew in strength. If flowed out in gushes from both sides of her panty crotch, drenching the wooden floor in irregular splatters.

The stream went on impossibly long, but Nadine managed to keep her tiring leg aloft until the last drops were squeezed out of her bladder. The room filled with the smell of fresh piss, and to Nadine, it was the smell of success. She knelt in the pool of her own making and waited.

The blue light came on.

To be continued...

[Runesmith]

And that was how the days went. Each day, the same routine. Cum rag would come in the late morning, clean her up and milk her, and leave a paper with instructions on how to earn lunch and dinner. Being unable to save food from meals, and not getting breakfast every day, Nadine had no choice but to earn her meals. she fulfilled the perverted, at times disgusting, and secretly arousing tasks that the papers listed, and waited for the blue light.

Every time the blue light came on, her stomach rumbled in anticipation of food. She had read about Pavlovian conditioning, and one day, made the connection. She also understood the other, more subtle conditioning the abductors were inducing - the blue light made her cunt wet. Every day at lunch, the neck restraint got activated, and someone came in and raped her. Sometimes it was just a man, sometimes it was a man accompanied by cum rag.

She didn't know their names, so she made up names for them. The man who abducted her was "the Russian." The man who raped her during her first lunch was the "the Rapist." The fat man with body odor was, naturally, "Stinky." The tall, thin man was "The Cook."

She liked it when it was the Cook's turn. He always came alone, without cum rag. He was gentler than the rest. It was almost as if he was learning how to be rough. To her disappointment, he could never make her cum, although she liked his gentleness (well, comparatively). One day he even left her a tiny square of Ritter Sport on her bed. That little square of chocolate tasted like heaven. She never knew that chocolate could taste so good.

Of course, he wasn't really the dedicated cook, as she realized later. The quality of the food changed with the men. She guessed that whoever was on cooking duty on that day got to use her. On days when the Rapist would use her, the food was always meat and potatoes. The Russian made poultry, vegetables, and on one occasion - Borscht. Stinky always made a slimy, tasteless pasta that was boiled way past al dente, with a watery sauce. The Cook made delicious, spicy east European dishes. When she tasted her lunch, she could tell whose semen would be dripping out of her later.

She also learned to tell them apart from their cocks. Stinky came surrounded by his aura of body odor, and tried to penetrate her with his tiny cocklet. She enjoyed getting in a position where she was sticking her ass out every time she saw the pasta, so that her buttocks prevented him from getting his cock anywhere near her cunt. He would usually become frustrated, use his fat fingers on her for a while, then rub his cock between her buttocks and cum all over her ass. His watery cum disgusted her.

The Russian preferred anal, and often without much preparation. He always brought cum rag with him, and used her to lubricate his cock before penetrating Nadine's anus hard. It was always painful, but to her surprise, she came every time. Cum rag's tongue definitely helped.

The Rapist also came with cum rag. He humiliated and abused them both. He made cum rag milk her while calling her a cow. He went from anal to vaginal, and anal to cum rag's mouth. He took the longest time. It embarrassed and disturbed Nadine that sexually, he was the most satisfying.

Of course, in between meals she would be randomly raped by one or more of the men.

One day she asked cum rag the question that had been nagging her. What if she got pregnant?

Cum rag told her that on the night she was brought here, Nadine had been injected with high dose Depo Provera in her buttocks. The hormone mix prevented her from getting pregnant, and it also prevented her from getting periods. In addition, they had also given her a Russian hormone injection that increased libido and promoted lactation.

Her breasts indeed had become heavier. Cum rag's regular milking, and Nadine's own milkings as per the daily orders had become less painful and more arousing. At first, the breasts hurt, then the pain spread to the armpits. But now, there was no pain at all. One some days, when she milked, a little bit of clear fluid would come out from her nipples.

Then one morning, after she cleaned Nadine up, cum rag told her that there was something exciting that was going to happen that day. Nadine was given a dress to wear - it was a cheap sun dress, but a big change from those tube dresses she had been made to wear since she was brought here.

Shortly before lunch, the door opened. It was the Russian. "Today is your big day, cunt," he announced. "Come with me. Today you will be named."

To be continued...

[Runesmith]

Outside the door was a pair of cheap red pumps with 5 inch heels, the kind that the east European prostitutes in the Bohnenviertel were strutting about in the night she was abducted. The Russian gestured towards them. Obediently, Nadine knelt down and put them on, without even bothering to cover up the view of the bright pink panties she had been given to wear by cum rag.

Walking down the rough pathway covered in a thick coating of pine needles was a challenge in those heels. Walking down that path between the towering trees reminded Nadine of her escape attempt and the consequences that followed. Strangely, the memory of the event elicited a reaction from her cunt that simply disgusted her - how could her body be so excited about something so dirty, perverted and humiliating?

Yes, she has been doing humiliating things to earn food and water. But that she could justify. Her body enjoyed being raped several times a day - that was something she couldn't justify. In fact, each time the blue light came on, she her mouth would immediately fill with saliva in anticipation of the food, and a damp warmth would spread between her legs in anticipation of the abuse that was to follow.

They rounded a corner and the cottage came in to view. The dusty Land Rover was parked in the middle of the clearing, while a battered black pick up truck blocked the narrow road. There was music coming from the cottage, and that infernal dog was nowhere to be seen.

Nadine was suddenly filled with trepidation. Cum rag had not said anything about what was going to take place, and had refused to answer any questions, saying they would both be punished if she revealed any details. It was to be a surprise. The Russian had said something about her being named. And the first time she met cum rag, the girl had said something about them giving her a name.

It annoyed Nadine that the familiar warm, damp feeling spread slowly between her legs as she was lead in to the dark interior of the cottage.

To be continued...

Sorry for the small portion, but it was either that or nothing

[Runesmith]

Nadine stepped through the doorway and paused to let her eyes adjust to the gloomy interior. The cottage seemed to consist of one large room and two smaller adjoining rooms. There was a massive wooden pillar supporting the roof in the middle of the large room. The smaller rooms had no doors, and appeared to be a kitchen and a store room.

Covering the far wall of the cottage, flanked by the doorways to the two smaller rooms was a bank of displays and computer terminals. One of the side walls had a hummock strung on it, and the other side of the large room had a bed, similar to the one she had in the cottage.The muted thrum of a diesel generator emanated from behind the far wall,

Surrounding the pillar were three cheap, white, plastic chairs. They were arranged in a semi-circle around the pillar, facing it. Jutting out from the pillar were sinister-looking metal hooks and eye bolts.

Two of the chairs were occupied by the Rapist and the Cook. They were both naked and sporting erections. It was clear why - cum rag was kneeling between the chairs, massaging their cocks and balls. Her eyes were closed, and it looked as if she was enjoying it. The Rapist said something to her and her eyes snapped open, and Nadine caught a fleeting look off irritation on her face before she nodded and stood up.

Cum rag was naked except for a pair of yellow lacy panties. There was a red rope tied tightly around her waist, and another piece of rope with knots on it was tied to the front and back of the loop around the waist, pushing the panties up between her pussy lips. A double length of rope tied to the front of the waist looped around her neck such that if she straightened up completely, the rope would tighten around her neck. She was forced to slouch and keep her head bowed.

Cum rag came over, took Nadine's hand and led her to the pillar. The Russian grabbed a length of rope lying on the empty chair and came over. Obeying his command, Nadine lifted her arms above her head, and the Russian tied them to the eye bolt screwed on to the pillar above her head. Nadine's arms were stretched up and behind her head, and it was already uncomfortable, and she instinctively knew that she would be forced to keep this position for much, much longer.

The Russian tossed short coil of rope to cum rag and proceeded to take his shirt off. Cum rag knotted the rope around Nadine's right ankle and then pulled the ankle back towards the back of the pillar. Then she pulled the left ankle back as well, and tied the two together, forcing Nadine to push her buttocks against the pillar and stand partially on tip-toe.

Yes, this was going to be a very uncomfortable position indeed.

To be continued...

[Bdsmmsdb]

Very good story so far

[Runesmith]

The Russian walked over carrying a laptop, which he placed on the empty chair. He motioned to cum rag, who crawled over and started fiddling with the keyboard. The Russian, shirtless and in his jeans, cupped one of Nadine's breasts and squeezed it, while the other two men snickered. The laptop screen sprang to life, showing a video player in full screen. Cum rag dragged the chair over in front of Nadine and crawled back to her position between the two seated men, and began stroking their erect cocks again.

The Russian leaned over and hit the Play button, and resumed molesting Nadine's breasts, as she stood in that awkward position, with her ankles and shoulders burning with effort.

The video appeared to be a recording of news stories from SWR News (a local channel broadcasting news about Stuttgart area). The first story was about a local woman named Nadine Mueller who had disappeared on Friday night on her way to a date with her boyfriend. The police were questioning the boyfriend, who was considered a "person of interest" in the case.

The second video was also from SWR news, reporting that the police had cleared Herr Dirk Maier, an attorney, of any suspicions in connection with the disappearance of the Sindelfingen resident Nadine Mueller. After Ms Mueller had failed to show up at dinner, Herr Mueller had driven to the apartment of one Annelise Wagner, where he had spent the night. The restaurant confirmed that Frau Mueller showed up at the restaurant half an hour after Herr Maier had left.

Nadine burned with anger. How dare he? She knew Annelise - a blonde strumpet working as a secretary in Dirk's firm. She gets late to dinner, and Dirk just falls in to the arms of that little slut? This had probably been going on for a while. How could she have been so stupid? Was this Annelise-whore the only one? Had Dirk been sleeping with others too, behind her back? Nadine couldn't tell whether the quickening of her breath was due to the exertion of holding this awkward position or due to the rage building up inside her.

The next story was longer, and seemed to be very recent. Police had released a statement that evidence pointed to the fact that the body found burnt to ashes in the heavily wooded area in the Sindelfingerwald belonged to the missing woman, Nadine Mueller. Although the body was burnt so thoroughly that no DNA traces could be recovered and the skull was missing, hindering identification via dental records, police had recovered a handbag about half a kilometer deeper in the woods containing Frau Mueller's personal items and identification card. A few hundred meters away from the body police had recovered a ripped plaid skirt belonging to the missing girl, and a torn pair of panties. Both items of clothing had blood stains, the DNA from which matched those taken from hair from the missing woman's hair brush. Fragments of the skirt were recovered hanging from thorn bushes in the forest. The circumstantial evidence pointed to the fact that the woman had been chased through the forest, sexually assaulted and murdered. The body appeared to have been burned using military grade thermite, which reduced even the bones to ashes, removing any hopes of recovering DNA. The police had no suspects, and was appealing to the public for information.

The last story showed an interview with Nadine's sister and mother at her wake. Her sister talked about what a nice, sweet person Nadine was. Her mother talked about herself... as usual. She could see some of her friends there, dressed in black, probably gossiping about her, Dirk and all the sordid details that had been broadcast all over the news. Dirk was not there.

A tear drop rolled down Nadine's cheek and fell on the Russian's hand kneading her breast.

To be continued...

[Runesmith]

"You see cunt? That chick is dead. She is dead to her family and to her friends. Oh, and didn't you hear - her boyfriend has already shacked up with another disposable slut. So the question is - after three weeks of being here - what are you?"

Without waiting for an answer, the Russian went over to the laptop and started a different video file. It was a montage of clips taken from the video cameras in her cabin. It showed the myriad of humiliating and disgusting things she had done to earn her meals, her being used in the most perverted ways, being raped by the cops, and the look on her face as she orgasmed with cum rag's tongue. Inexplicably, watching the scenes flashing before her made her warm and wet between her legs.

As two to three seconds of each scene flashed on the screen in rapid succession, she understood one thing. She was no longer the girl that those people had been mourning. She no longer even remembered how to be that girl. That girl had guarded her modesty and used sex as a powerful tool, while she raped herself with a dildo to earn lunch, let herself be fucked by any man that wanted her, and got wet watching those depravities that have already been seen by thousands of people online. The Russian was right - that girl was dead. And she had no answer to his question.

The only friend (if she could be called that) that she had in the world was kneeling between the Russian's legs, sucking his cock. During the last three weeks, it had been cum rag who had guided her in to this new life, keeping her sane and easing her pain. Cum rag could be cold and distant at times, and even cruel, especially when milking her breasts, but those tender moments when the two girls would pleasure each other or just simply cuddle for a few seconds, were the best moments in her new life. She would do anything for cum rag. That was a new realization too. Cum rag was all she had now.

But she needed one answer before she could move on, or it would haunt her for life. "Wh... Who... Whose b... body was it?" she stammered out in a whisper.

"That was nobody," came the reply from the Rapist, his voice rough and words slurred by alcohol.

"The Romanians wanted a body disposed of. Sometimes a whore tries something funny and needs to be taught a lesson. Sometimes the lesson is too tough and the whore dies. The Romanians pay us good money for burying those bodies in the woods. This time, we used one of those bodies for a better purpose. That fat skunk sure knows how to make a home-made thermite mix. All he needs is diesel, lard, fertilizer and... AARGH!! Keep those teeth away from my cock you dumb cunt!!"

"Sorry Sir," replied cum rag meekly. The slap that followed was expected.

"Alright, let's focus on the important things," demanded the Russian loudly. "We need to give this slut a name. Whose turn is it this time?"

"You said it's my turn," came a wheezy voice from the door, as Stinky walked in.

To be continued...

[Runesmith]

A flicker of distaste flashed across the Russian's face. "Well... yes, I did say that, didn't I? Anyway, you did a good job burning that bitch's carcass, so you did earn it. Alright, what name do you give this cunt?"

An idiotic grin spread across the fat man's face. "I want to call her Pussy," he announced proudly.

The Rapist let out a loud guffaw of drunken laughter as the Russian's face turned red with anger. "Da poschyol ty na Khuy, durak! Pussy? Pussy?! Is that the best your retarded brain could come up with? You fucking autistic moron!"

The fat man sprang back as if he had been slapped, and his grin evaporated like a dew drop at the center of a nuclear explosion. It was obvious that he feared the Russian.

The Russian expressed his frustration by squeezing her breast even harder that she squealed. "Go to the kitchen and make the preparations, you retard! In the meantime, does anyone have any better ideas?"

The fat man skulked along the wall and disappeared in to one of the small rooms at the end. "Why don't we play a bit with her so that we get some fresh ideas?" suggested the Cook.

"Excellent suggestion," concurred the Russian. "Cum rag, get the scissors!"

Cum rag got up from between the Rapist's legs and scurried over to the computer worktables in that awkward gait that her rope harness allowed, each step rubbing the knots in the rope against her crotch. The Rapist sighed, got up from his chair and followed her.

Cum rag returned with a large pair of scissors with blue plastic handles. The Rapist brought over a video camera on a tripod and set it up behind the crescent of chairs, and aimed it at the pillar. The Cook sat naked in his chair, is cock hardening again as he watched the fear and confusion on the face of the woman tied to the pillar.

She no longer had a name, nor an identity. The woman that she once was, was dead. Strangely, she didn't even feel even connected to that woman who was being mourned by her family on TV. The weeks of confinement, repeated rape, humiliation and abuse had turned her in to someone else. The readiness with which the woman's family and friends had accepted her death without question, showed how little she meant to them. All they needed were some ashes in the forest and she was dead to them. Closure. That's all they needed.

Lost in her reverie, she only became aware of the cum rag kneeling in front of her when the girl dived under her dress. She felt cum rag's fingers pulling the crotch of her panties to one side, and felt something vaguely egg shaped being pushed in through her cunt lips. The object passed through her vaginal sphincter with help from cum rag's slender fingers and filled her up inside. She felt cum rag adjust her panties again, making sure the object does not slip out.

The Rapist held up a small, pink device with a couple of silver knobs on it. He pointed it at her and turned one of the knobs. The sudden buzzing vibration inside her made her arch her back in surprise, provoking raucous laughter from the men. The sensuous, tingling vibration made her want to close her thighs up, but the way she was tied to the pillar made it impossible. As cum rag stroked her inner thighs with her tongue, she felt the Russian grab her left breast over the fabric of the dress and slide his fingers along to her nipple. His fingers tightened painfully around her nipple (and her nipples had been getting rather sensitive lately) and pulled it forward. Finally the nipple slipped out from his grasp, leaving only the fabric pinched in his fingers.

With a snip of the scissors, the Russian cut away the bit of fabric he was holding. The dress fell back against her breasts, with the hole exposing her left nipple. The other two men cheered.

The Cook took the scissors and cut away a large swath of cloth covering her abdomen. The vibrations from inside her cunt were making her impossibly wet, and that warm wetness was soaking in to her panties. She could feel the girl under her dress gliding her lips and tongue in sinuous patterns along her inner thighs. She could only moan unintelligibly as the men took turns cutting away pieces of her dress, dropping the fragments like confetti around her.

To be continued...

[LitDarkness]

Nice. It actually wanted to masturbate to that piece actually. (But then again, finding a nice side effect.)

It likes the Russian actually.

But yeah, very detailed and definitely keeps you wanting more.

[boredgirl123]

i LOVE this story please continue

[Runesmith]

Originally Posted by TheKidWithSkills

Nice. It actually wanted to masturbate to that piece actually.
It likes the Russian actually.

Neither of these last two sentences really surprised me

Originally Posted by boredgirl123

i LOVE this story please continue

Thanks for the support and encouragement.

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The woman tied to the pillar arched her back and let out a loud moan as the girl kneeling at her feet brought her lips and tongue closer to that quivering mound covered in sheer, damp lace. The type of vibration from that infernal device suddenly changed from a constant buzz to an up/down modulation with a distinctive "tap" at the peak. It was as if a finger inside her tapped at that spongy bed of pleasure right inside her cunt opening. The woman felt herself taking in a breath through clenched teeth each time as the vibration built up, anticipating that tap. A soft, mewling "mmmhh" released the pent up breath when that demonic thing did its tap on her doorway of pleasure and slowly wound down. And then the intake of breath as the maddening vibration built up again.

The rough, masculine hands roamed all over her body, and metallic clicking followed by a quiet snip indicated that she had lost another square inch of modesty. Not that she had much use for modesty - ever since she had been brought here (was it only just three weeks?) she had been nothing but a sexual object, existing just to please these men and carrying out their orders. She had been naked for them, she had pissed for them, she had cum for them. All on camera. Hundreds, if not thousands, of eyes had been watching every one of those dirty, perverted, humiliating scenes as she had been molested, milked and raped regularly. Just as they were watching now.

Nadine Mueller would have died of shame. Nadine Mueller had died. She had just been buried and forgotten by her family. They had no doubts she was dead. The woman imagined Nadine fighting to her last to preserve her dignity as she died, resisting the predators that hunted her. She had died a hero, and that was some consolation. She hoped people would remember Nadine that way. The kind of videos that the woman had starred in both willingly and unwillingly, would cause unspeakable embarrassment to Nadine and her family, if they ever saw them or heard of them.

The woman gasped as she felt the snip of scissors between her legs. Cum rag had got hold of the scissors somehow, and cut a small hole in the lace panties. She felt a slender finger sneak in through the tiny hole in the panties. The finger didn't go towards her already stuffed cunt, or the impossibly swollen clit, as she hoped it would. The finger made its way to the lower crease of her buttocks, and then dived in between them.

There was a bit of pain as the finger pushed itself in to her anus. What surprised her was that she wanted more. She wanted the pain of a cock ripping in to her tiny hole. The finger was a mere irritation. She wanted cock. The soft thrumming and tapping inside her was driving her crazy.

She heard a rip, and the tatters of fabric covering her breasts fell away. Rough fingers kneaded her left breast. She felt something soft and wet clamping her right nipple. She opened her eyes and moaned when she saw the Cook's mouth fixed on her right breast, suckling her like an infant hungry for milk. A strange warmth spread up from her loins. She wanted to give him milk. She wanted him to taste it. To have some use for those useless blobs hanging from her chest.

Just then, cum rag's lips clamped over the crotch of her panties, meeting the dripping wet cunt lips contained within. She felt cum rag's mouth open and close, her soft lips rubbing the lace of the panties on her throbbing cunt lips, as cum rag's finger moved in and out of her anus in rhythm with the egg.

The pleasure in her loins was so intense it was almost painful. She wanted to cum, but something was holding her back. Something heavy in her bladder area - as if she wanted to take a piss. If she allowed herself to cum, she would piss. Then she remembered the 3rd evening of her captivity. This was that same feeling.

She let herself go. As cum rag's lips rubbed against the panties, as cook's mouth suckled her and the Russian's rough, calloused fingers molested her, she let out a long, animal-like moan, as pleasure flooded through her in waves, exploding from her crotch all the way to her brain, as a warm wetness erupted from between her lace covered cunt lips.

She was oblivious to everything, riding the waves of pleasure as they ebbed and flowed. There were sounds all around her - cheering, laughing, clapping, high-fiving, voices asking "did you get all that on tape?", the sound of some slut moaning like a whore being fucked in a porn movie. She was oblivious to those sounds, fixated only on her pleasure.

The pleasure slowly ebbed, and so did those whore-sounds coming from her throat. Her crotch was damp. When she looked down, she saw cum rag's face covered in wetness, her hair wet and plastered. A wave of shame swept over her. She had just squirted over her only friend in life. Would cum rag be angry? What if she never spoke to her again? What she had done was disgusting.

Cum rag was drenched. But cum rag was laughing. She was laughing in surprise at the unexpected gush. Cum rag's lips closed in on the dripping lace panties and she started suckling the sweet juice that was still dripping from the drenched fabric.

The Russian's voice broke through the noise. "Well, I think, after that, there is only one suitable name for her."

He paused for effect, the announced, "We will call her... cunt slime."

To be continued...

[Runesmith]

Cunt slime stared down at the floor, her face burning. The name she had been given was humiliating, and was calling attention to how easily she got wet under the perverted abuse these men were piling on her. Even worse, it called attention to the undeniable fact that she enjoyed (no, craved) that abuse and humiliation. In fact, the humiliation was already adding to the wetness that cum rag was greedily lapping up between her legs.

Part of the blushing was due to gratitude. Cum rag was right - being given a name was a new start. During her captivity, she had learned a lot about herself. What she had learned was in severe conflict with what she had know about herself before, and the person whom she had been before. Now, she was so different from Nadine, that it was impossible to even think she had been that stuck-up bitch. Cunt slime was born to serve - with her mind as well as her body. This was something that cum rag had told her many times in the last three weeks - women are born to serve, and at their happiest when the are serving mindlessly, unlike how society re-programs them to be. Servitude was part of being a woman. Bowing to ones more powerful than herself is how women were meant to be. Cum rag had told her how happy she had become, that she did not want to be who she was before, and that the person who she was before was like a stranger now. Cunt slime understood her perfectly now. And that is why she was grateful for being given a name.

When she looked up, the Russian was towering in front of her, his cock throbbing in his hand. The intention was clear. As the leader, he would defile her first. He gestured to cum rag, still crouched beneath her legs, and she hooked her fingers around cunt slime's panties and pulled. Due to the way she was tied to the pillar, with the ankles tied together behind the pillar, cunt slime's thighs were spread apart and the panties would not come down. Abandoning the fruitless effort, cum rag simply tore the flimsy lace crotch of cunt slime's panties, opening the way for the man to her friend's cunt.

Then it dawned on cunt slime that this is the first time she would be pleasuring a man after she had been named. With the name she had become a different woman, and that woman was yet to be used by a man's cock. She cursed herself for the irrational, emotional tears that this thought brought to her eyes as she looked up at the man who would take her virginity.

To be continued...

[Steph7749]

Just like your non-fiction work this is absolutely terrible.
Now enough with that work bull and get your arse back to writing. It's the weekend now. No excuses