My Pussy was so raw and the blood dripped down from the beating this bastard had just given me. I don’t know how long I had been chained down here. But the one thing I did know was that while the bruises on my flesh were real I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to survive here. The gaping scars from the rope that inflicted my skin tore into my flesh and the warm blood was gushing of my pussy from the assault I just had taken.
One asshole had thrown acid on my back and used a knife to deepen the cuts. I thought piss and shit were the least of the worries in this hell hole but they came back with sponges and salt to rip away at the skin that was already open. One’s favorite game of torture was to put barb wire on my pussy and insert it forcing it so far up my breathing hole I could hardly breathe.
One of the little ones they brought for me to fuck used razor blades at my ass cutting the hole so deep and wide I could no longer shit any more. I tasted the blood from my mouth and one would kiss and spit on me. Saying “You like that you filthy little nigger whore don’t you?” I would cry and the snot would just build up on my cheeks as I felt the length of their cocks in my pussy stretching it wide while the rope was tightened around my neck. Using a garden hose, they would beat my head and legs letting the blood run onto the dirt floor. The little one would stand in the door with his dick in his hand stroking it and run towards me forcing it down my throat while the others stood in the back ground getting ready to piss on my open wounds. This I thought had to be the fun part as the rope would go further up my neck and my eyes bulged out and yet I did not have the strength to pull at the rope that was taken me to darkness.
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