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"A Pervert's Playtoy"
Another Story from Tiffany
I awoke. It was dark and
cramped. Still feeling woozy from
booze at the party, I remember meeting a man and accepting a ride home. After that, everything went black. It’s cold in here. Metal,
with very little carpeting, it smells like gasoline. I feel the movement come to a halt. It’s quiet, cold and dark, I feel so alone.
I hear 2 men talking. They
sound young. I try to yell but I
find I am gagged and bound. Thrashing
about, I manage to cut my leg and attract the voices.
I hear a click, then the light seeps in.
I am in the trunk of a car. I
look up and see large wooden beams and a mixture of smells.
It’s definitely a barn, or was a barn before it got so old.
The light shines through the beams and onto myself and the men.
The first man was tall and thin, his friend called him Fred. Seemed very disheveled, lost and maybe scared.
The second man, who Fred called Joe, was freshly shaved and showered.
What an odd pair. All I need
now is to know how I got here and how I’m going to get out.
Fear and cold seep into my bones.
Each man took an arm and lifted me out of the trunk.
As they stood me up, my knee’s buckled and I fell to the cold, damp
floor. Unbinding my legs I found I
was able to walk with their assistance. I
still felt woozy. Was this a dream?
The next thing I noticed was open stall door.
It reeked of urine. I was
unsure if it was human or animal, the smell was still strong.
Inside the stall there was a simple layout. A mattress, a small table, a bowl and shackles, the rest of
the stall was dark and empty.
Joe and Fred dropped me onto the mattress; I was like a rag doll.
Unable to move well on my own, my body just lay there.
The men stepped out of the stall and began talking.
I was unable to make out what they were saying, but I did hear the car
start and pull out. Was I alone?
Just then, Fred stood in the doorway.
He looked worse than before. He
started towards me, pausing, and then pulled me up to the center of the
mattress. I close my eyes and pray
that he doesn’t touch me. Picking
up the shackles he locked all four shut on my limbs.
I was chained to a mattress, in a gritty old barn, not knowing where I
was. Fred left after shackling me,
and I heard his heavy footsteps move away from my stall.
I had no track of time, no idea where I was or what had happened to me.
I was frightened, ashamed and worried about what was to happen to me.
I began to get some feeling back into my legs and hands, I could move a
little, but those shackles held tight. A
car pulled up. It must be Joe, I
thought to myself.
Voices were coming closer again. At
least it was only the two men, no one else that I could hear, or see.
The stall door opened. Standing
there with wicked grin’s on their face’s were my abductors.
Joe had a beer in one hand and a strange looking weapon in the other.
Fred just held his grin in anticipation.
As Joe drank his beer, Fred started towards me.
I tried to scream, the gag stifled it.
As Fred got closer I could smell him.
He mustn’t of showered for a few days if not weeks.
A lime green hat covered the hair on his head, but what hair did stick
out was greasy and unkempt. He came
closer, kneeling on the mattress. The
stagnant smell grew worse. Joe just
stood back and watched, maybe this was his idea.
I closed my eyes hoping this nightmare would go away.
When I reopened them Fred was half naked. Wearing only a plaid shirt, socks and shoes, Fred began to
touch me. My skin was creeping with
every touch. The gag was removed.
Suddenly Fred grabbed the back of my hair and forced his uncut cock down
my throat. Being stoned from
whatever they put in my drink, I couldn’t fight.
My gag reflex, gone. Feeling
this dirty, disgusting man inside my throat made me nauseous.
“Does the little bitch give good head, Freddy?” asked Joe.
If I hadn’t been shackled I would of slapped him so hard.
That wasn’t possible, unfortunately.
Fred just nodded and grunted as he shot his thick load down my throat.
He replaced the gag with duct tape, once he was finished.
“Go for it Joe!” Fred said anxiously.
“This was a great idea!” Fred got up and walked towards the stall
door. Taking Joe’s beer and
lighting a cigarette, Fred was a happy little abductor.
I lay on that mattress, cold and damp.
Joe approached me like a wild animal.
Cautiously staying away from my hands and feet.
If he hadn’t maybe I could’ve grabbed him and pulled him down.
That would be a miracle. In
Joe’s right hand there was a black leather strap.
I looked at it with fear. “Now,
Now, only bad girls need to worry about that.
You’re a good girl right?” asked Joe.
I just nodded the best I could.
Setting the strap down, Joe straddled me.
His hands grabbing my tits, stroking my hair and touching my face.
With one pull of my blouse, the buttons popped off and Joe had a clear
view of my naked tits. Licking, sucking and drooling all over me, I was disgusted.
I turned my head away from Joe, grabbing me by an ear, he gave a really
good slap. “Look at me BITCH!”
he yelled.
I looked him in the eyes as he slid farther down my body. Pulling off my skirt was a definite feat for this man.
Fred entered to help Joe out. Ripping
my light skirt revealed I was only wearing a g-string.
I felt so alone and so very scared.
“Well looky here! Pretty
souvenir panties!” exclaimed Fred
as Joe ripped the panties off of
me. They tore, biting into my skin
painfully. Joe put them in his
pocket. He began to undress.
Under his clothes all he was wearing were latex briefs, his body soft,
yet so scary. He was three times my
size.
“Before we begin, I want you clean!”
Fred told me. I looked
around, confused. How was I going
to get cleaned up here? A garden
hose was brought into the stall. This
was slid into my pussy. “Turn it
on Joey!” Yelled Fred. I felt a
rush of cold water fill me. Cold
water going in, warm water coming out. “Okay
Joey, Kill it!” The water
stopped. I felt the hose pulled quickly out of my pussy and rammed up
my ass. “Let her have it Joey!”
Fred called again. I was again
filled with frigid water. I tried
to scream, but the gag held even tighter. After
the longest 2 minutes of my life I felt the water turn off.
Trying to hold in the water, I could feel it pressing to come out.
I was in a bad enough situation. I
didn’t need humiliation too. After
a few minutes, Joe returned and asked Fred “Is she still full up?”
Fred nodded. I could see
they wanted me to let go and make a mess all over the place.
“You gonna put a show on for us little lady?” asked Joe.
I looked away. As I did I
felt a great weight on my abdomen. Fred
was sitting on me, bouncing slightly. Not
able to hold the water with the weight and pressure, I felt my asshole loosen, a
flood of water and excrement filled the bed.
“She is a good girl.” Said
Joey. “But sometimes good girls
must be kept in line.” I saw him
reach over for the strap. Now that
it was closer I could see it was leather, fairly new and very thick.
The fear in my eyes must have told him plenty. He rubbed my pussy with the strap, I was wet.
As he looked at my pussy, he put the strap down.
One finger at a time, he slid them into my pussy.
I shook, but didn’t pull away.
As Joey’s cock hardened, Fred decided he was ready.
Joey ripped the gag from my face and force fed me his cock.
Fred slammed his cock into my pussy, I let out a moan.
“I think she likes us Joey.” Said Fred.
I was fucked, and used. My
pussy and mouth were sore and swollen. “No
more, Please!” I begged. As I
cried and begged the men left me to rest. A
while later I heard footsteps returning, different footfalls than before.
Who could it be?
“Hello…” it was a female voice, or so I thought.
When the new arrival entered my stall I saw it wasn’t a woman, but a
man in heels and a hood. I didn’t
know what to say. I remained still,
unmoving. Maybe if I feign sleep I
would be safe. They may leave me
alone.
With a sharp crack I felt the strap come down onto my chest. A large red welt remained.
I cried out loud. “You
will stand” the Voice said. Unshackling
my legs, then my arms I was pulled to a wall and hung from a ring.
The ring attached to a collar. My
face was so
close to the wall it was impossible to move.
I stood there naked and knowing I was in trouble.
The strap cracked again and again. Tears
filled my eyes, I screamed for it all to stop.
It didn’t stop. The louder
I screamed the harder the hitting, or so it seemed.
I hung from the wall, unable to move and welts all over my body.
I could feel the blood running down from my mutilated back.
As I hung there I cried quietly. I
felt someone’s breath on the side of my face.
Knowing that smell, it had to be Fred.
His hands caressing my every welt, curve and wound.
Licking my body from top to bottom.
I was completely repulsed, but I could not move.
I was their toy, for now.
I heard the footsteps of the one I thought female.
“Joey, you hot mother fucker!” said Fred. It was Joey in those clothes?
He noticed my surprise. I
felt him getting very close to me. So
close I could have touched him if I wasn’t so exhausted. A finger slammed into my ass, while he forced his other hand
into my pussy.
I moaned unwillingly. The
finger in my ass pulled back, momentarily.
The next thing I knew Joey had a hold of my hair and was fucking me hard
up the ass. Fred slid between the
wall and myself and shoved his cock in my pussy.
I felt like a side of beef. Listening
to the men groan turned my stomach. Soon,
but not soon enough they both exploded, filling my orifices with their vile
semen. I was dripping cum...
Fortunately they didn’t know it was mine.
Unshackling me, I fell to the floor.
I lay in a small puddle of blood, semen and my own juices while I
regained my strength. I crawled to
the mattress, curled up and cried. The
two men came back. Carrying a can
of beer each, and a third one… I hoped it was for me.
Sliding the can into my swollen pussy I cried out.
The cold and the pain, it may have felt good, but I couldn’t interpret
it.
Fred left, then returned with a glass of ice.
Joey pulled the beer out of my pussy and tossed it to Fred.
“Pour it for the Bitch” Joey told Fred.
Once he poured the beer I drank it thirstily.
Sore, dehydrated and scared I sat unmoving. Everything started going
blurry. Everything
was spinning, they'd done it to me again!!
I awoke four hours later. I
was lying on the sand, on quiet area of beach.
Probably left for dead. I
heard screams and then sirens. The
lights found me, barely alive. Never
will I wonder what the pain from a beating would be like, nor being a play toy
for some sick perverts. But all in
all, I love the memories. Every
time I see an old barn, I wonder…
Tiffany
