Batter Up

You wake us up in the middle of the night, and I can tell you’re high as hell. You’re holding something in your hand… what is that? Some sort of baseball bat? You clang it against the bars of my cell and announce that its time for Batting practice. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see that you are indeed holding a bat, but around the end of the bat you have wound some sharp and rusty barbed wire. My blood runs cold, wondering what your plans are for that bat.

You drag me by my hair to the middle of the dungeon. I cower and lower my head, thinking you are going to bash my brains in with your new toy. Instead you kick me under the chin and Iland onmy back. You tell me, “spread ’em, you filthy fucking whore”. Thats when I knew where that bat was going. But I had to do as i was told, and I laid back on the cold dirt floor and spread my legs for you. I grabbed my ankles, turned my head and closed my eyes.

With one swift motion you thrust the bat and all its barbed wire right up my cunt. It tore me to shreds on the way in, and I could barely scream as it continued to ravage my insides. You twisted and turned it, laughing like a maniac the entire time. Some of the other slut slaves were crying, knowing they would be getting their chance at bat tonight, too. You pumped it inside my cunt, blood everywhere, and I could feel the barbs tearing my flesh like a fish that couldn’t escape the hook.

You began to try to yank it out and parts of me and the walls of my vagina came out with it. The bat was covered in blood and gore and you looked at it in amazement. I laid there, legs still spread, afraid to move. You went to the next slave’s cell, opened the door, and said “Batter Up!”

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