Taken

Have you ever tried to walk with a dildo inside you? It’s weird, letme tell you. I had a dildo, a big one, up my pussy and a big butt-plugin my ass. There was no fear of them falling out because I was alsowearing skin-tight jeans. The jeans squeezed into my pussy very tightly,and I ached there because my skin was feeling sore and raw. I wore ablack turtleneck sweater that was just as skin tight as the jeans. Thehigh collar helped to hide the thin leather collar around my throat, andthe two narrow chains which descended to my nipples and were attached tomy nipple rings.It had only been a few days since I’d gotten them pierced. Tommyhad tied me up spread-eagled on the bed, fondled me, gotten meincredibly hot, then gagged me. He then opened the bedroom door and theChinese girl who had been in our earlier session had come in. I moanedinto the gag, but knew there was nothing I could do about what was goingto happen.The girl, entirely naked, had spent a lot of time licking a trailup and down my body, sucking and chewing and biting on my breasts andnipples, then licking my clit until I thought my head would explode.Then she’d abruptly stopped. Tommy had brought over bowl, towels, abottle, a razor, and other items and set them between my legs, and theChinese girl had carefully shaved what little hair I had between my legsuntil I was completely bald. That had embarrassed me to no end, despitemy state of arousal, because I could see by raising my head that I wascompletely bare, completely visible.Then, however, she had rubbed something over my right nipple, andas Tommy looked over her shoulder had squeezed at the base of my areolaand pressed a needle against my pink skin. My eyes had bulged and I’dyelled into the gag, but of course, they had ignored me. I wasn’t, to behonest, all that opposed to the idea, but when the pain hit I yelled andstrained against my bonds.They used a fairly large needle to pierce both my nipples. Tommysaid he wanted to be able to put thicker rings into them – and did. Theywere quarter sized, and thick enough that when I was naked their weight,though not enough to pull my nipples down, was – noticeable at alltimes, a constant sense of tugging.Then, my legs straining wide, the girl had rubbed more alcohol onmy pussy and pierced my clit. She used a thinner needle, but it hurt! Iwas straining and screaming into the gag for several seconds as shefinished and put the third ring in place.That ring was now jammed up against me by the tight jeans, and ithurt. But I was becoming used to sexual pain, and it was only a smalldistraction, even compared to the dildo.I was pushing a shopping cart slowly along, grabbing items off theshelves, checking my list, just like everyone else here. But I feltapart from them because of what I was doing, because of the dildo andthe butt-plug and the collar and chains pulling on my nipples.I was living a life that seemed to have less and less time foranything but sex. Sex was coming to take over everything, even my mind.I was spending more time tied up, and in more and more uncomfortablepositions. Lately Tommy had been hog tying me, bending my body back sothat my ankles and wrists could be bound together, then leaving me likethat for hours. That left my back throbbing even now.Spaghetti. I needed spaghetti.I pushed the cart along and inspected the cans. They were low, andI had to bend, and feel the dildo twisting inside me, my insides movingaround it as I bent further. I squatted, then, grunting at my sore back,at the sore muscles in my legs, then plucked the ones I wanted and movedalong.The odd thing was I was becoming less attached to Tommy. He wasacting like an arrogant, overbearing prick all the time now, and I can’tsay it was making me feel very affectionate towards him. I put up withit because the sex was incredible, a total fucking rush.And like I said, our relationship was becoming more and more aboutsex, and less and less about anything else.I finished paying for the groceries and took them out to the car,then drove back to Tommy’s place. I was more or less staying there now,though I hadn’t really moved my stuff in. Why should I, I thoughtcynically, when I never wore any clothes there anyway. It was becomingquite natural and normal to be naked around the house, and as long asthe place was kept warm I didn’t mind.As soon as I got in I set down the groceries, then stripped. I wasglad to get out of the jeans, to be honest, and rubbed my bare pussygingerly as I set them aside.The jeans would have kept the dildo from slipping out but theyweren’t needed for that purpose. I had a thin belt around my hips, and anarrow chain dangled from it. The chain went through the ring piecing myclit, and was attached to the base of the dildo. The chain, in turn, hada spiky little ball just where it passed through the ring, and the ballhad been jammed against my clit the whole time I was wearing the jeans.It had hurt, but it had also been incredibly irritating. Now I gentlystroked my clit, feeling the relief as the pain and irritation began tofade.This, of course, made me hot. Hell, almost everything made me hot,these days, and so I just propped my bottom against the narrow tablejust inside the door, spread my legs, and rubbed myself until I came.It didn’t take long.Then I picked up the groceries, brought them into the kitchen, andput them away. With that done I had time to start thinking about myhomework. I really did need to find time for it, even if it was hard tokeep my mind on my work with the kinds of – distractions – I regularlyhad to deal with.But Tommy wasn’t home, so now was my chance. I put my things on thecoffee table and knelt next to it. This kept my sore pussy off thefloor, or a chair if I’d been sitting, and I could sort of rest mybreasts on the table so the chains didn’t pull on my still-sore nipples.I did manage to get some work done, but I was still distracted fromtime to time by my body. The fact Tommy wasn’t in was helpful, but Ifelt a certain tension about what he’d do when he returned, and whetherhe’d bring anyone with him.The cordless phone rang, and I plucked it off the table and punchedthe button.“Hello?”“It’s me, slut,” Tommy said. “I want you to go upstairs and gethandcuffs shackles, and a ring gag with a penis filler. Bring themdownstairs, and then put the gag into your slut mouth, shackle yourankles together, kneel in front of the door, and handcuff your wristsbehind your back. Do you have all that, slut?”“Who are you bringing home?” I asked, feeling an electricaltingling in my groin, a hot ache and anxious thrill.“Do as I tell you, slut. You have ten minutes.”I hung up, my heart starting to pound, then got up and wentupstairs. I was wary and worried about who he’d bring home this time,knowing I’d be embarrassed. But I also felt a hot thrum of hunger as Idid as he directed and positioned myself before the front door. Istuffed the ring gag into my wide open mouth, then buckled it behind myhead. I stuffed the latex penis filler inside and snapped it there, thencuffed my ankles together.I sat back on my heels, knees spread wide, then cuffed my righthand and brought my hands back behind me. After a little fumbling, I gotmy left snapped tight, and waited.It seemed a lot longer then a few minutes before I heard a key inthe door. My heart began to pound really hard and I felt my nipplesthrobbing as I jerked my back very straight and the chains pulled at them.The door opened, and two Asian men came through, both strangers. Ifelt the blood rush to my face, but did not move, waiting for Tommy toappear. Neither of the men seemed surprised to see me. Their eyes wereappreciative as they looked at my obscenely displayed body, and theysaid something, one to the other, probably about me.I looked past them at the open door but there was no sign of Tommy.I felt a bit of a panicky flutter, thinking he had simply gifted me tothese men, who would use me without him even being present. But such wasthe state of my mind that even that sent a jolt of excitement throughme, a jolt which made my pussy spasm and moisten.The two men reached down for me and gripped my arms, one on eitherside, pulling me to my feet. I still looked at the door, but there wasno Tommy. The men pulled me towards the door, and I started forward,then hesitated at the doorway, trying to pull back. But my ankles wereshackled only a foot apart, and so I couldn’t exactly brace myself.They pulled me, naked, out the door.Tommy’s place had a broad front lawn and a high hedge, so there wasno one to see as the two men dragged me down the path to the driveway,where a dark sedan waited. The trunk was open, and they picked me upbodily and placed me inside, then closed it.I felt them get in, felt the doors close, then the car started forward.My heart was pounding as my mind tried to figure out what Tommyplanned this time. I was frightened, but not of anything more thanexperiencing some new humiliation. How many people this time, Iwondered, and what would they do to me?The drive was long, long enough for me to calm down, for thearousal to deepen and spread and overcome much of my anxiety. Tommy wasa prick, but when would I ever experience this kind of wild, kinkythrill again? I had better damned well enjoy it while I could! Everyother boyfriend who followed would seem dull and boring in comparison.After what seemed ages the car finally stopped. The doors opened,and the two men came around to open the trunk and lift me out.Where the hell were we?We were in a forested area, somewhere outside the city. The parkinglot was unpaved, and there were several cars parked there. All around uswere trees. The men held my arms and led me down an unpaved path throughthe trees, my bare feet shuffling through pine cones and needles,through twigs and pebbles and dirt as we went deeper into the woods.I felt very wild, excited, amazed. The cool wind blew against mybare skin, and the two men, the two strangers, continued to lead mealong, cuffed, shackled, the dildo tugging lightly at my clit, mynipples jerking against the chains.Finally, there was a building, long and low, and they led me insidethrough a wide door. It was more of a barn than a home, with roughwooden walls, a wooden roof, and stone floor. Two more Asian men stoodinside waiting, and my face burned with embarrassment again as the twoleading me set me on my knees before them.The two men spoke to each other, then to one of the men who hadbrought me. No one spoke to me, and no one spoke English. All of themen, I noticed now, wore black shirts and gray trousers. The two infront of me were older, in their forties, but well-built. One wasbalding and had a narrow face. The other had a square head with shortblack hair and thin glasses.The nearly bald one said something and I gasped as one of the menbracketing me jerked on my hair, forcing my head back and my chest out.I didn’t know why. He released me after a moment and I stared around me,wild-eyed. Where the fuck was Tommy!?I was kneeling naked in a cold wooden shack in the forest with fourstrange men, none of whom seemed to speak English!One of the men finally looked at me and said something. If I wassupposed to understand him he was in for a surprise. I didn’t move anddidn’t react. He said it again, a word, and again I didn’t react. Then Igasped in pain as my hair was seized and jerked cruelly back. At thesame time I was roughly pushed forward, shoved down on my belly, thoughmy hips were immediately yanked up my knees spread wide.A hand cracked painfully against my bottom, and the word was saidagain.The hands eased back and I moaned into the gag. The side of my facewas pressed against the stone floor, as were my shoulders and breasts.My bottom was raised up, knees apart. The four men stood all around me,looking at me, and I felt a strange dark thrill pass through my body,rippling along my spine like a wave.I’d assumed this position with Tommy before, even with Tommy andothers, but it seemed so much more powerful a mental kick to be doing itout here in the middle of the forest, alone, with strangers.It was scary, too, and embarrassing, but my main feeling just thenwas arousal.Then the balding man produced a long, thin crop. He moved closer tome, and ran the tip up my spine, then slapped lightly at my buttocks. Imoaned as I felt the tip rub against my clit. Then he spoke a word.A moment later the crop snapped down across my bottom. I cried outin pain, but didn’t move. Another blow, and another stinging explosionof pain as I jerked and whimpered. Another blow, and I closed my eyes,shuddering as I waited for the next to fall.Instead a foot pressed against my side and shoved me so I fell overonto my other side. I lay there, panting for breath as the four menlooked down at me. Then the one with glasses moved to the far side ofthe room. The balding one pointed at him and said a word.I didn’t move, of course.The balding man said another word, and still I lay on my side,panting, moaning. One of the other men handed him something, a longmetal tube with a handle at one end. He moved to me and pointed at theother man, and at last I understood I was to move there. I tried to risebut was pushed back, and again he pointed at the far side of the room.Then he held that tube in front of my face. I saw that the end hada small sharp tip, and suddenly a spark of electricity snapped on thattip. I drew back with a gasp, and he pointed across the room.I writhed that way, and no one said anything. It was hard to getthere. I couldn’t stay on my side, and had to roll on my belly. Mybreasts were crushed against the stone, and I had to wriggle my hipsfrom side to side to push myself along, gasping and grunting into the gag.The balding man thrust the tube suddenly in between my thighs,right against my pussy, and I let out a cry of shock and pain as a lowcrackle of electricity ripped into my bare sex. It was not at highpower, just enough to make my pussy crackle and sting, but it sent myjerking forward.My bottom rolled from side to side, my hips grinding against thefloor, my legs turning and twisting as I tried to push myself forward.My breasts ached, especially my recently pierced nipples. I felt thesnap of electricity against one of my feet, and yelped again, wrigglingfaster. Another jolt hit my bottom, right next to my wrinkled analopening, and I gasped and crawled faster.When I got there the man with glasses pushed out his foot, pressingthe bottom of his shoe against my face. I was gasping for breath,moaning. The man said a word, and I recognized it as the one they hadused before. I awkwardly got my knees under me and raised my bottomhigh, shifting my knees apart.I moaned as I felt the tube sliding up and down along my slit, thencried out, jerking violently as another crackle of electricity burned mysex.One of the men knelt behind me and I felt his fingers at thebutt-plug. He tugged it slowly free, then slapped my bottom. The menwere talking, but I could not understand. Then a cock penetrated me,sliding halfway into my ass before there was any resistance. My neckached, and my face was cold against the stone as the cock thrust deeper.My knees ached too, and I was starting to feel really badly used.But that sense of sexual masochism and excitement was strong withinme, and as the man began to pump in and out, roughly sodomising me, andthe other three looked on, I felt very much like their – their prisoner,their slave, their bitch slave, as Tommy would say. I wondered if hewere nearby watching, getting off on this.It was so impersonal! The man thrust into me harder and harder,driving his prick deep into my anus, his hips slapping against mybottom. The three others looked on, chatting in low voices, in Chinese,of course. I knew the man had finished when he finished, when thesensation of his hips and belly slapping against me ended and hissoftening cock came free of my anus.Were they all going to take me like this? I wished they would get ablanket. My knees were scraped and sore.One of the men casually dropped a pile of rope and wooden polesnext to me. Then two of them knelt, one on either side. The handcuffs,shackles belt were removed, but my arms were held tightly togetherbehind me. I was lifted up into an upright kneeling position, and theyspoke softly to each other as they tied a rope around my waits andcinched it tight. I felt them fingering my clit ring, tugging andtwisting it, then they seemed to ignore it.They fed the rope down between my legs, and jammed it up painfully hardagainst my sex, and against the base of the dildo which was almost flushwith my opening.They ignored my moans of pain, my attempts to pull free, pullingthe rope up to feed into the loop around my belly, then back again, downbetween my legs and up between my buttocks. Tommy had done somethinglike this before, though, so I was not unduly frightened or surprised.They lifted me to my feet. There was a wooden post against onewall, a support post of some kind, a foot or so thick. They bent meover, lifting my arms up high behind me, then kind of ran me into thepost, forcing my head down, pulling my arms up higher. I grunted in painas my arms were then tied tightly to the post, straight up on either side.They spread my legs and tied one of the wooden poles in placebetween my ankles, holding them well apart. I found out now that theyhad bound a cord to my clit ring, and now they pulled it down and tiedit to the centre of the pole, using just enough pressure to stretch myaching clit.Two more cords were tied to my nipple rings, and they were pulleddown, as well, and also tied to the pole between my ankles.Then the four men gathered around behind me, still talking softly,in Chinese, and I felt the first blow of the crop against my bottom.I yelped, of course, and jerked in my bonds, but they seemed not tocare. The crop cracked down across my bottom again and again and again,and as the pain mounted I began to feel a real sense of desperation,twisting hopelessly against the bonds, moaning, then yelling into thegag as the crop continued to slice into the soft flesh of my bottom.Soon my ass was on fire, and the pain and frustration werebeginning to rise to the point tears filled my eyes, tears of pain,frustration and anger. But all the while I knew I was utterly helplessto do anything but take it as the crop continued to cut into my raisedbottom.I felt a vast sense of relief when it stopped, when the men beganto turn and move away. I was gasping for breath, moaning into the gag,my bottom on fire. They walked out of the low room, the low building,and left me there as I was, bound and helpless.Fucking Tommy, I thought furiously. Did he think he could just giveme to anyone he wanted to do anything they wanted with me!? I was goingto kick his ass! I was going to tell him we were through!My shoulders ached, almost as much as my bottom, in fact, but Icould do nothing to ease them. Slowly, my bottom burned less hot, but Iremained in position, alone in the stone building. I was sore, andaching, and felt dirty and miserable. The sexual hunger within me wasstill there, but it was at a low ebb.And it got lower and lower as time passed. Had they fuckingforgotten about me or what!? My neck ached, my head jammed forward anddown by the post. My shoulders ached, and my arms were numb. My back wasreally starting to hurt from my bent over position. I mean, what the fuck!And yet still more time passed, until, finally, when I was almostready to burst into tears, I heard their low voices and two of theChinese guys returned. They moved directly towards me and began to untiemy arms. I felt a desperate relief and groaned into the gag as theylifted me upright. My shoulders were finally relaxed – somewhat, and myback straightened, and a flood of relief washed through my body.My arms were untied, but held tightly, and I moaned when theyshoved my face against the post and looped the ropes around them again.They had been tied upright on either side of the post. Now the men tiedthem tightly together, the ropes going around them above my elbows andat my wrists, pinning them tight, and making my shoulders ache again.I tried to communicate with them, looking up at them desperately,shaking my head to indicate I didn’t want to play any longer. But theyhardly looked at me. They bent me over, and looped the rope around mybreasts, squeezing them tight. They removed the spreader bar from myankles, but tied my ankles tightly together now.I twisted and wriggled, but that only drew me a sharp slap on thebottom, then across the face. Tommy had slapped my face before, but onlysoftly, as a part of our game. This slap was harder and made me blink asmy ear rang with pain.I was placed between a pair of the rough wooden posts now. Both menwere working on the ropes on me, working efficiently, and quietly. Arope was tied those around my ankles and fed to the post in front of me.Another was tied to my wrists and pulled back and down. Then theypulled the loose ends of the ropes circling my breasts up and forward –hard. I screamed in pain as my breasts stretched up and forward, pullingme to the balls of my feet, then my toes.The men said some something, and another rope went around my waist,and then was fed up and forward to the post in front. I was eased back abit, then the rope went tight, pulling against my back. The rope boundto my wrists then pulled back harder and I cried out as my shoulders andback were forced back and down.Way back, way down. The rope was tied against the post behind me,down near the floor. The way the rope pulled me made my breasts stretchagain, and I moaned and nearly wept. The cords bound to my nipple ringswere pulled forward, so that my nipples stretched out too, and then tiedto the post before me. The cord tied to my clit ring was pulled back anddown, tied off somewhere else.And then the penis gag was unsnapped, pulled free of the ring gagholding my mouth open. I gasped and choked and tried to talk, but one ofthe men simply reached in with something like pliers, and seized mytongue. I screamed in pain as the pincers crushed down against it, buthe simply pulled my tongue up and out of my mouth. The other man waswaiting with some kind of clamp which bit into my tongue even harder,but over a wider area. Then a cord attached to that clamp was pulled upand back, tied to the post behind me but high up.And then the men left me like that, standing on the balls of myfeet, breasts throbbing hotly, head and body pulled back and down so myback was very awkwardly arched, bowed back.Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It was a terrible, awkward position! And it wasso frustrating thinking that if only I could speak for a few seconds,could only talk to them, they would have to let me go! Instead I wasalone in the room, every part of my body aching, and growing worse withevery passing minute.The worst was my back. It felt like a knife had been stuck into methere, and with every passing minute it seemed to grind and twist morepainfully.My shoulders hurt terribly, of course, and my ankles and feet werestarting to tremble and shake as cramps made them spasm. My tongueburned like fire, at first, but was starting to get numb. My nipplesremained hot and throbbing, my clit stinging terribly.I was alone, hearing nothing but the wind going between the trees.I remember thinking that they couldn’t possibly leave me like thismuch longer. And then an hour passed.Then I thought they must come for me any second, because I couldn’tstand it any longer, the pain was too terrible, because my body wouldcollapse, and I’d tear my arms from their sockets. And then another hourpassed.