[darkstalker]

Sophia is led to a metal table nailed to the floor. She is roughly slammed against it, her body sounding against the metal springs with a clamor. “No!” she begs.
“Stretch the bitch’s arms and legs over the table!” she hears Mike yell. The men are quick to comply, holding Sophia’s arms with nails digging into her flesh. She screams, bucking against the men as she tries to free herself. But it is of no avail as the men stretch her body out, spreading her legs wide and pulling her arms taught.
Mike looks at the whore as her breasts wiggle in their tight confines. But it’s that nice twat that has his attention with the hairs sticking out over the top of her cotton panties. He licks his upper lip and yells, “Get some rope and tie this bitch down!”
“Please, let me go!” Sophia yells, the men above her laughing as she is held down to the table. Soon her arms are being jerked apart and pulls over the edge of the table, nearly bent painfully as each is tied down to a leg. Her legs are likewise spread, tied around her calves and pulled tightly, the rope biting into her flesh.
She struggles, trying to keep her head looking towards the men who no longer hold her but simply watch as she struggles hopelessly on the table. “Help!” she yells. “Warden! Anyone!”
The men all laugh, their voices rumbling as she continues to holler for help. “They’re not going to help you bitch,” says the large black man. “Who do you think put you in this mess? You think they can’t see?” He motions to the cameras around them. “He’s probably popping one right now,” says Mike with a rumbling laugh.
“Please...” says Sophia. “I’m begging you! Don’t hurt me!”

“Son of a bitch,” Alec hears John say under his breath. But he notices the fat man is still rubbing one off in his pants and Alec simply takes a drag from his cigarette and continues to stare at the monitors. Wether Sophia knows or not, it won’t matter, she’s a prisoner now and that means a royal fuck toy to be used and abused. Alec smiles, a twisting of his lips.

Mike runs his hand up and down the woman’s crotch, loving the feel as she struggles and screams. “Nooo! Don’t!” she says.
“We’re going to clean you up baby,” says Mike, licking his upper lip. “Get you ready for the party we’re all gonna’ have!”
“Noooo... please....” she begs.
“Come on boys,” yells the man. “Let’s get these uncomfortable looking jeans off the bitch! She seems too hot in them!”
“No! No!” Sophia now screams, struggling against the binds holding her, the table thumping as she tries to rip her restraints out. But it has little effect other then having the chords bite painfully into her skin. The men surround her, circling her, pawing her, running their hands over her stomach and breasts, squeezing the soft tit meat and then going down to her hips. Hands shove roughly into her shorts, gripping and pulling. It hurts, the jerking from motion to motion. And she cries, hearing as slowly the fabric of her shorts begins to tear. It is not long before the tear is loud, turning into a prolonged rip and her skin is bared to the air.
“Keep going boys!” yells the black man encouragingly.
“Noooo!” she yells. But strip by strip her shorts are torn away from her body, the men dangling the pieces and putting them to their noses, sniffing them, eyes rolling back in their heads and then looking down at her with twisted grins of yellowing teeth. One man even runs his tongue over the torn fabric and puts the shredded piece in his mouth, sucking hungrily before pulling it out. He looks at her with small beady eyes, his double chin bouncing. “Gonna love pounding your pussy bitch,” he says.
Sophia is whimpering, her heart hammering in her body. “Stand back everyone,” says the black man and the men all part, a little. The man pushes his way through, looking at Sophia. He smiles, loving her shaking form and the shredded material around her legs.
He leans forward, stroking her vaginal lips with one large finger, pushing it in so she can feel it start to penetrate her body through her panties. “Noooo...” she moans.
“Yeah bitch,” he says, gripping the red fabric in his large meaty hand. “You gonna’ get ready for this?” And quickly he tears away the fabric, ripping it away in a quick jerk.
“Ahhhh!” yells Sophia, her vaginal lips now fully exposed to the leering men. She struggles, her arms and legs fighting futilely against their bonds.
Mike smiles, loving the look of that pink flesh. Slowly he runs his index finger between the folds, loving how the woman beneath him tenses as he barely slides the finger over her sex, grazing its center. “Yeah, you’re terrified,” he says. She stares wide eyed, her body shaking. A quick slap to her pussy makes her bounce, thudding against the bench, eliciting a chuckle from the men surrounding her. “Don’t worry bitch,” says the man, running his hand through her furry mound. She stares wide eyed, feeling his large fingers in her pubic hair. “We’re just gonna clean you up!”
And with this his fingers curl around her hair and roughly pull. She shrieks, feeling as those fingers begin to pull and then tear away sharply at the hairs on her pussy. She howls, the sound so loud it is undeniable someone will hear it.
The large black man smiles, a wide grin of white teeth as he continues to pull her hair upwards, twisting it in his grip as he pulls her hips up with her pubic hair. But unable to go further she lies there, suspended in an arc of agony by her hairs. And then the man wrenches his hand in a twist, still holding her hairs and rips a chunk of them away.
“Yeeeaaaa!!” she screams, the pain sharp and sudden as hairs are uprooted from her sensitive area. Her hips fall with a smack to the table and the man sniffs them as he walks towards her head.
“Smells like dirty shit, cunt,” he says. She stares with large eyes, the tears running down her sides. “Eat your shit,” says the man, pressing the hairs against her face, smearing them over her. “Come on! Eat it!”

She gags, some of the hairs making their way into her mouth. She coughs and spits them out as the man raises his hand away from her face. “Yeah,” says the man. “Taste like shit, don’t it? And you wondering why we’re gonna’ clean em’ off?”
He turns away and says, “alright folks. Clean her up!”
The men all laugh, their expressions opening into wide grins and Sophia can only scream as they reach for her mound. Behind the monitor Alec grins.

******

“No! Please!” she yells as the first man from the line comes up. It’s the fat man with the double chin who’d been sucking on her shorts.
“Name’s Vinnie,” he says, stuffing a fat finger into her pussy and pushing it in to the knuckle roughly. Sophia arches her back, her face twisted into a look of pain and humiliation as her pussy closes down around the man’s thick finger. “But everyone here calls me “fat Albert.” Wanna’ know why?” he says, pumping his digit into her tight twat.
“No...” she moans. “Please... don’t!”
He holds his digit in, twisting it upwards as he looks down at her. “No?” he says. “You don’t want to know why? Fucking cunt!” he says, pulling his digit out and slamming his fist into her stomach.
She groans as her stomach is slammed by that brutal thick fist. Suddenly she feels her head jerk forward as her braid is ripped forward by the fat man, his fat face with cheeks hanging at the sides, lips looking like those off a bloated fish inches away from her face.
“They call me fat Albert,” because of how fat my fucking dick is!” He loosens his grip on her braid, loving the look of her eyes as they get wider. “At least that’s what all the sluts used to say before I got locked up in here!” He gives a great laugh and all the men chuckle with him, his stomach jiggling with the movements of the sound.
He leans back, still holding her braid, making her look at him as her neck is stretched painfully. He runs his hand over her muff, her skin twitching from the raw pain of having earlier hair ripped out. “Well...” says Albert, stroking her muff, “this is gonna’ hurt a hell of a lot whore. You got a lot more hair to take off!”
“No!” she yells, but it is of no avail as the man’s thick hand closes on another section of hair, making her wince, unable to arch her body properly while held the way she is, the hairs being slowly pulled and torn, each hair plucking away from her skin with a scalding fire. Soon it tears, her scream still ringing as the last hair fall away.
She is breathing heavily, feeling something warm on her hips. The man leans towards her, holding his mound of fur. “You were probably proud of this, weren’t you bitch?” he says. She does not answer, instead quivering, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Please...” is all she has time to say before the man is roughly pressing the hairs against her cheek.
“Well it’s all gone now bitch!” he yells. “And everyone here is gonna’ help clean your fucking cunt up!” He tosses the hairs at her haphazardly and spits at her, the glob of spit landing on her tank top. Letting go of her braid he lets her head fall back, her body shaking with her sobs. “Stupid bitch,” says the man, wiping his chin and turns away.
“Well,” says Mike, “you’ve already got Al’s attention.”
“Please...” she says quietly. “Stop...”
“Alright!” he calls, “who’s next!?”
The next one to come up is the blonde from earlier. He smiles down at her and says, “I told you I wouldn’t wait long.” He slaps her hips roughly with his calloused hand, making her yelp. “Course I can’t fuck you yet cunt,” he says. “You’re not clean.”
Shoving two thick digits into her pussy he begins to rub them inside her roughly, scratching at her inner walls. Slowly he leans down towards jerking her top up over one of her breasts. “Nice little tits you got here,” he says, flicking one with the edge of one finger. Sophia winces, her hips burning as she tries to move to better accommodate the invaders in her body.
The men all about him murmur with disapproval and Mike nods, rubbing his chin. Joe never was one to be very patient. But as long as the prick isn’t trying to stick his prick into the bitch before everyone else he doesn’t care. Sophia would wish to disagree.
As the man suckles on her breast, his fingers cramming her orifices making her jump, his loud sounds resounding in the room. He slobbers all over her breast, his teeth sinking into her fine nipple and beginning to pull. She shrieks, yelling.
“Hold up man,” says Mike, making Joe release her nipple. “No foreplay with the bitch quite yet. We got a proper order here.”
“Fuck that!” says Joe, removing his fingers from her snatch. “I...”
“Will lose your turn if you keep this up. Now just yank some of her hairs out and move on in the line. We got at least twenty other brothers wanting a piece of this bitch, so let’s get a move on!”
“Fine,” says Joe, turning back towards the woman strapped to the table. Sophia shivers. These men are bickering over her as if she were some kind of chore or toy to be shared. It disgust her. She flinches when the blonde runs his wet hand over her pelvis leaning down towards her. He runs his tongue over her clit sending a shudder down her spine and goes up towards her hips, licking some of her hairs. Spitting on them he leans forward and takes a mouthful, beginning to jerk.
“Aaahhhh!” Sophia screams, the pain of the man’s teeth against her hairs jerking them so roughly adding to her anguish. Slowly he pulls upwards, simply holding her hips by her hairs as she shrieks, and slowly comes back down then jerks up suddenly, ripping her hairs out by the roots and making her wail in agony. He turns away, spitting the mouthful onto the floor and wipes his chin.
He chuckles softly with a grin. “Be coming back for you bitch! Count on it!” He slaps her pussy roughly, the sound echoing in the room. “Probably for doubles or triples. We’ll see.” And with this he walks off.
“Next!” Mike yells. And another man proffers himself up before Sophia and her ravaged pussy.
Another man steps up to Sophia, his hand running up and down her swollen skin that burns from the wrenching of hers. The tears flow openly from her eyes. “Please...” she says. The man roughly grips her hairs, twisting them, making her head arch back. She does not even hear what the man says as her scream rips through her lips, the sound coming shrill and loud. On and on it proceeds, each man coming up to her and gripping her cunt hairs and wrenching downwards or upwards, causing her exquisite pain as they tear at her skin. Her body is drenched in sweat, her nipples clearly erect under the fabric of her shirt and there is a distinct wetness along her hips that is warm running slowly atop the fiery pain.
The slap atop her hip makes her cry out loudly. But it ends in sputtering coughs, her voice starting to become hoarse from all the screaming as the pain intensified with each wrenching of hair and skin.
Mike runs his hand roughly over the woman’s skin, purposefully scratching his nails along the surface, digging into the overly sensitive, violated epidermis. The woman is quivering, her sobs wracking her body. “Please... please stop it!” she moans.
It’s not even a loud scream anymore. Just pathetic whimpering. He laughs, slapping his hands wetly against her exposed skin. “Bet you want some nice big cock now that you’re all clean shaven don’t you?” he says, knowing the answer before she utters a word.
“Nooo....” she moans. “Just leave me alone!”
He snaps his fingers. “Joe,” he says to the wicked blonde man. “Bring our little cunt whipper.”
The blonde man smiles wickedly and disappears amid the milling crowd. They look on her expectantly, whispers running through them. “How long you think she can hold out?” says one. “Who cares? Let’s just get her to scream.” “Twenty bucks says she doesn’t get past ten!”
She leans her head back, tears streaming down her eyes. Her heart thrums in her chest. Why haven’t the guards or the warden appeared? Can they really be watching this and letting it happen? And what is this cunt whipper the men talk about?
The answer becomes obvious as Joe comes along baring the broken off antenna of a vehicle. She is breathing rapidly, almost hyper ventilating, her body tensing.
Mike strokes the tool in his hand. It is metal but there is crusting on it of a dark color as if it’s been used before. “Now you see this?” says Mike, tapping the end of the antenna on her sore skin. “This is what we call the cunt whipper. We use it on cunts who like to say no.”
He brings the antenna down on her skin suddenly, the metal shredding skin with a crackt that makes her shriek. He lifts it slowly, letting her look at the blood on it, feel the warmth trailing between her legs. “Now...” he says. “You sure you don’t want a cock in that pussy of yours?”
She shakes her head, her breathing now hard. “Please... no... AAAahhhhh!!!”
“Wrong answer,” yells Mike as the whip lashes down on her skin once more. Again the searing fiery pain.
“Now?” he says.
“No! Stop!” she says.
“Wrong answer!” And the antenna comes down again. Again and again it comes down, ripping her flesh and leaving bloody welts across her already tortured skin. The fire quickly spreads so far her hips are shaking violently and she’s thumping the table with movement, her once hoarse voice now shrieking loudly.
“No! No! Stop!” she yells as the cunt whipper comes down again, making her scream miserably. She grits her teeth, now grinding them against one another, her body drenched in sweat. As Mike raises the antenna again she yells, “F-fuck me!”

“What?” says Mike, slowing, running the antenna now covered in blood across his hand.
“Fuck me!” she yells. “Fuck my pussy! Anything! Just stop!” she says, her eyes red with tears. She is shivering, her breasts heaving, her skin shining with sweat. The shirt is so wet he can barely consider it a shirt anymore with how it grips her chest. And her cunt, that blood red cunt with its crisscross of welts, some where flesh has actually torn... Mike can feel his dick tenting in his pants. He runs the end of the antenna over an open wound making the girl arch her back, the veins bulging on her neck. “How about your ass?” says Mike, loving the expressions she makes.
“M-my ass?” she says.
He brings the antenna down hard on the already open wound, making blood splatter. “Aaaiiieeee!” she screams. Her body heaves in the air, the restraints biting into her skin and comes back down with a thump on the table.
“Yes! Your ass you fucking cunt!”
She begins to sob and he yells. “Well?!”
“Yes!” she screams in reply.
“Yes what?!” he says.
“Yes, you can fuck my ass!” she yells, the desperation clear in her voice.
“That’s better,” says Mike, handing the bloody whip to one of the inmates. “Now we’re just going to soften your insides up a bit for the main event.”
The woman lies back down, tears openly streaming from her eyes running down her cheek. Mike smiles. How he loves breaking these bitches. And he’s just getting started on this bitch.

*****

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