“Oh! Please….” I plead under my breath. No one hears, or hearing, cares to listen.
My dress is untied and discarded, my hands raised to a bar above me and attached with cuffs. My feet are spread wide and fixed to either end of a spreader bar.
“Speak to us!” a voice shouts.
I don’t know what he means.
“Speak!” he insists.
“Speak!” another voice repeats the order.
“I don’t know what you want!” I sob, defiantly.
“Speak!”
“Tell me what you want!” My entire crotch is on fire. I can think of nothing to say. I’m not even angry now. I just want this to end, but I already know these men are hardly through with me.
Other men attack my cunt and ass. They bring dildos on sticks that are shoved into both orifices at least eight inches deep.
“Dance, slut!” they order me.
Dance? How? I c
