Tainted Love
WARNING WARNING WARNING!!
Not for the faint of heart! This was a fucked up story that popped in my head and I wanted to pop out! It involves some very questionable topics including torture and cub!
Read on at your own risk!
I don't care what age you are, this is not really suitable for any audience!
I had forgotten what it felt like. The raw burning sensation of my insides being torn and stretched beyond capacity from an unwanted intruder. I never want them in, but I don't have a choice in that matter. My usual abuse involved individuals with smaller tools. After a while everything just stays loose enough to not tear or stretch. Not today. This one was hung like a horse. Even how loose my holes had been, he was stretching and tearing everything. I could feel the blood trickling down my crotch from my violated ass hole as this new person forced his way into my tiny body.
It has been years. Years since I saw the sun. Years since I felt a summer breeze. Years since I tasted cool water. My body was kept small and weak with a liquid diet. Just enough nutrients to survive and no mess to clean from the other end. One tube up my nose and another in my urethra and maintenance turns to zero. After the first few miscarriages, my body stopped trying. My periods stopped a long time ago. The only relief I get is when they move my shackles from wrist to bicep, ankle to knee, and flip me over from back to chest.
I can hear a few people cheering. This is supposed to be my last go down here. I'm no longer interesting to those who come here. The man taking me is only allowed to ravage the ones being discarded because of his size. There had been a few before me, and I know there will be others after me.
He switches holes now. My ass is no longer tight enough for him. He is so viscous and rough that everything tears and loses coherence. After the first few minutes, you become so numb that the screaming stops, then he switches. The screaming is worse here. So many more nerves and such a smaller space. The force of entry is so hard that, even blinded, I see stars. He knows this hole is not as deep as the other and he relishes in pushing as hard as he can. The shackles on my ankles are pulled tight enough to cut in from every thrust and each thrust forces my feminine parts to stretch that much further for him. It is an agonizing process and I can see why most black out by this point. I wish I could. I don't know why I am still conscious. I want it to end. Finally he can hold back no longer and he blows his load. I can feel it twitching and pulsing inside of me. I think, if I had not been through this, I may have enjoyed that feeling, but here it is a mark of servitude.
There is a slam not too far away. Shouting and gunshots. The man above me tries to dismount quickly but takes a bullet, collapsing on top of me. His weight is unbearable and he smells like blood and feces. The gunfire stops and there is a rushing of boots around the building. A couple of people see me and pull the large man off, shouting things that my hazy mind can not understand. I do not react as they pull off the shackles until I hear a voice. I had not heard that voice in years. It brings back memories of summer, safety, and love. I can't help but start sobbing. He picks me up and holds me to him as I feel myself slipping. My breath is hard and the weight of my ribs is too much to lift. I get one thing out before I can struggle no more:
"I'm sorry, daddy."