Horn y

if she says otherwise she’s lying to herself every women wants this kind of attention 🤭🎀

you weren’t trying to be a slut (well maybe you were a little) but you just didn’t want any underwear lines

when you get to your friends house, no one is nearly as dressed up as you, you’re a little humiliated, you’re blushing furiously, and you feel like a total whore

you’re about to leave but your friend stops you, he convinces you to stay and play some truth or dare drinking game

you really weren’t planning on drinking tonight (despite what your bimbo outfit may otherwise suggest) so when it’s your turn to pull a card you reach for the truth pile

“fucking lame!” your friend shouts out, his buddies all join in and you find yourself even more embarassed than before

the heckling works and you go to pull a dare card instead, not wanting to be perceived as lame

“flash your pussy/dick to everyone in the room”

the group explodes at such a notion, clearly excited to see your cunt, your face turns even redder out of anger and humiliation

“what the fuck kind of card game is this?” you inquire, about to reach for the alcohol

“oh come on, don’t be so stuck up, it’s not like anyone is gonna touch you” your friend reasons

you guess he’s right, who cares if this group of basically strangers sees your pink little hole? you’ll probably never see any of them again, you probably would’ve ended up accidentally flashing most of them anyway if the party had been more intense

you lean back on the couch and drop your knees open, you pull your skirt up so everyone can see your cute cunt, in an act of feeling bold you take your fingers to spread your pussy lips so everyone can really see

the commotion starts back up, people are whistling and cheering, derogatory comments being thrown out left and right

“damn what a whore she’s not wearing any panties”

“fuck look at how wet she is, we could probably slide right in”

“looks like a bitch in heat ready to be fucked”

the comments and attention make you leak a little more, a dribble of your girl juice starts to pool at your entrance and leak towards your asshole

you see a flash and look up to see someone took a picture, that quickly springs you out of your daze and you quickly pull your skirt down and cover yourself up

“delete that”

“no way, i’m posting this shit on twitter right now”

“you can’t do that!” you protest, about to get up and go wrestle this stranger for the phone, this is starting to get out of hand

your friend pulls you down, “he’s just kidding, he’s not actually going to post that anywhere, he’s probably just gonna save it for jack off material, it’s a compliment, relax”

you reluctantly sit back down, hoping to not find your nudes all over the internet tomorrow, you feel uneasy and want to go home but decide to wait it out another round or two

when it’s your turn again you reach for the dare card, not wanting to be lame again, “let the person sitting directly across from you do whatever they want to your nipples for 30 seconds”

of course mr phone p3rv is sitting directly across from you, quite frankly you don’t want him anywhere near your nipples or your body, you turn to your friend

“please let me drink or pick a different card, i can’t let him defile me like that” you beg, batting your lashes at him and pouting in a way you hope convinces him

“you can pick another card, but you have to do the next one, no matter what it says”

you quickly agree, happy to take your chances

“congratulations! you have found the free use card! for the rest of the game you’ll be the centerpiece! players can choose to enact their dares on you or can choose to have one intimate moment with you per round, happy cummings!”

you still and immediately pale as you finish reading the card

suddenly you feel like you’re being circled by sharks, before you can even process what’s happening, you’re manhandled to the coffee table, everything is thrown off and you’re thrown down onto it

your tied spread eagle with one arm and leg tied to each leg of the table, your limbs tied down with various belts and ties

you do your best to struggle and fight back but everything happened so fast and the men around you were too strong for you to really do anything about it

a different girl at the party starts to speak up, you’re relieved hoping she’ll put a stop to what’s happening

“is anyone planning to use her mouth anytime soon? i think it would be so hot if i stuffed my panties in her mouth and sat on her face”

your stomach drops, no one is coming to your rescue, the men part to let the girl have her way with you

despite being bound you still struggle, while the girl is pretty, you aren’t gay and don’t want to have her do anything to you

when she gets to you she makes a show of removing her panties from her leaky cunt, a string of arousal sticks from her whore hole to her panties

once she fully gets them off you can see just how soaked they are, “no, no please, i’m not gay, please don’t make me taste another women” you beg

“why would we deny all the big strong men at this party the opportunity to witness some lesbian sex? that’s not being a good bimbo whore now is it?”

before you can respond, her panties are stuffed in your mouth and partially down your throat, you gag at the intrusion

“besides, i’m sure if we checked you would be glistening”

the girl pulls your dress up so your whore cunt is on display for everyone at the party once again, she runs her fingers through your slit and you start to cry a little

“just what i thought, absolutely dripping, you like this you slut”

she pulls the top of your dress and your bra down so your titties are exposed for everyone to see, your nipples are rock hard

“don’t worry our little p3rvy friend is already recording all of this, we’ll make sure to send you the video of him specifically going to town on your nipples”

you sob a little harder at that

the girl wipes yous girl juice all over your tits before going to sit on your face, she rubs her wet pussy lips all over your nose and mouth, she starts to finger herself over your face, she drips and leaks into your panty stuffed mouth

she moans like a pornstar really putting on a show for everybody, unexpectedly she pulls the panties out of your mouth, as you go to gasp for air, she grabs your mouth to hold it open and squirts right into your mouth, she then forces your jaw shut

“swallow it, cunt”

she reaches down to your actual cunt and shoves three fingers in without any warning or prep, you go to scream but she’s still holding your mouth shut with her other hand, you swallow, hoping she’ll remove her fingers from your pussy if you obey

you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to show her you obeyed, utterly disgusted you swallowed this girl’s cummies

she rips her fingers from your fuck hole like you had hoped, you’re relieved for all of half a second before she shoves her fingers down your throat

“taste yourself, whore, taste me and you, look at how messy you made yourself getting used by a girl”

you’re disgusted and horrified, you had never tasted yourself or another woman and now it’s being forced upon you

even worse, she’s absolutely right, you’re making a mess all over the table

she pulls your fingers from your mouth and spits on you, “all right boys, she’s all yours”

the men swarm you, p3rvy camera guy immediately goes for your nipples, he pinches, slaps, sucks, and even bites at them, making you sensitive and causing you pain

another guy immediately starts fucking your soaking wet fuck hole, he slides right in and sets a brutal pace

your friend walks over, stroking himself, “i’m so glad you could make it tonight, i can’t wait to finish in all three of your needy holes”

you go to scream, but he fills your mouth with his fat cock, face fucking you into silence

Go into a bunch of random stores and start up conversations with as many men as I can find

Smile for them and agree with everything they say

Conveniently need something from the bottom shelf and bend down to pick it up

Find a crowded area and stand a little too close to a man

Take a rest on a bench or in a cafe and accidentally flash someone

Remember bitches:

Girls, what's stopping you from doing this? Are you too dignified? Too well respected? Look through your likes and try and say that with a straight face

Another hour of this suspension and # pattern of skewers below the frame should keep them udders ever looking to retreat.

Ready for the permanent Hucow frame and 24 7 milking pumps.

She turns to look out the tiny cell window. She's heard his voice. The voice of the only guard who you could say shows her one minuscule ounce of mercy.

He won't let her out of her agonizing predicament, or even offer her to switch her chains around, but he will ask through the barred window,

"How's it going in there inmate? Bored to fuck? wish you were anywhere else?"

Her tired head bobbing, she will groan out her distraught mournful sounding reply of, "Yes, God Yes'" as she tries to look out that window.

Then he will ask, like every time before, "You must bored to fuck in there and hurting , stuck in those chains like that, hour after hour, day after long suffering day... with no hope of it ending?"

She doesn't know, or maybe she just senses it, but he's stroking his cock with one hand and holding his phone in his other as he enjoyably mocks her...

But then, like always, he asks his final question,

"So you want me to read to you? I have one where the bitch has a candle wedged in her cunt, while she hangs upside down! Or howabout a fun one where they put a bag over the kidnapped fat cunt's head and they let her try to run away?"

She nods sadly in agreement, which he can't see, but she does it anyways as she mumbles out through the tiny window, "Yes please...Yes Sir...please read it to me....pleassse."

Because in her isolated state and seemingly permanent cruel restraints, just hearing another human's voice stops her from going completely insane. Even if the stories she hears are about sadistic masters and enslaved women in situations as bad or worse than hers...

It's still better than hearing the rats come out to chew at her feet or her anguished screams as she jolts awake in her chains realizing her nightmarish captivity wasn't a dream, but her horrible reality.

So what does he read to her from? Well pick an index below and go read to her...She'll appreciate it.

Index 1 - Auctions and selling cute asses and schoolgirls

Index 2 - Imprisoned and mistreated

Index 2.5 - Mother daughter and more teens

Index 3 - Nasty training and predicaments

Index 4 - Fat, curvy, caged ones and wives

Index 5 - Lovely nasty stories, part I

Index 6 - More Nastiness and depravity

Index 7 - Chapter stories, incl Helen Hardstone - part I

She was a repressed and sheltered girl.  She had been raised to be chaste, and with that had come shyness.  She dressed modestly.  She didn’t make eye contact with boys.  She knew that there were no wild parties, no drunken flings, and absolutely no sex before marriage in her future.  She never touched her own cunt - she had done so once, and it felt so deliciously good that she had cried and jerked her hand away and pinched her nipples painfully as punishment for being sinful.  Life changed for her when she started riding the morning C-train to her entry-level secretarial job.  Her job was in a part of the city dominated by male professionals.  Every morning she was surrounded by anonymous men in suits, packed like sardines.  She liked to stand near the window, where she could see out, and it didn’t feel so claustrophobic, but once she was there it was almost impossible to turn or move until the train came to a stop. On her very first morning, she felt a stranger’s hand slip under her skirt and begin to stroke her thighs.  She squeaked, and blushed, but then was silent.  The man had pulled her skirt halfway up her legs.  If anyone looked at her they’d see.  She bit her lip and hoped it would stop. But it did not stop.  Her skirt was lifted higher, and then she felt a hand between her legs, stroking the crotch of her panties.  She clamped her thighs together but that only trapped the hand between them.  She made a quiet little mewling noise of distress. The trapped hand wriggled its fingers, getting them under the fabric of her panties, and she felt them touch her pussy.  It was the first time since, presumably, she was a baby that a man had touched her cunt, and she jumped, electrified.  And then moments later the man’s fingers had spread her cunt lips, pushed between, and sunk up to the knuckle in her fuckhole. She moaned in distress.  This was sinful.  She was being finger-raped in public, by a stranger.  She didn’t know what to do.  If she struggled, she would call attention to herself, and everyone would know that a stranger had had his hand up her cunt on a public train.  They would think she was a sinful whore.  So she stayed still, and let the fingers explore her cunt.  She was aware she had become lubricated - in fact, her pussy was gushing with wetness.  She was blushing bright red.  The fingers inside her felt so good.  It was hard not to moan.  They began to slowly fuck in and out of her. To her horror, she felt herself beginning to buck against the hand, trying to push it deeper inside her.  She was helping this stranger to rape her right here on the train.  But she couldn’t help herself.  She felt a sensation growing inside her.  She was horribly certain it was an orgasm, which she had heard about but never experienced.  She wanted it.  She wanted it badly. And then suddenly the train began to slow.  It was approaching a station.  The fingers withdrew quickly from her pussy, and she almost screamed in frustration.  She needed to cum.  She needed to cum *so much*.

That was when the man reached around her, and wiped his hand across her face.  She felt her own sticky cunt nectar smeared across her cheeks and eyes and lips.  And *that* was when she orgasmed. She didn’t see who had abused her.  She left the train flushed and breathing heavily and hoping no one could smell the scent of her sopping wet fuckhole or see her whore honey glistening on her face.  She cleaned herself off at work but spent all day at work thinking about it.  She had been such a sinful whore.  But it had felt so good.  Or… had she been sinful?  She had had no choice.  Someone had just done it *to* her.  Surely it wasn’t her fault if someone did it *to* her?  If she was forced? The next day she could have caught a different train, or a taxi, or a lift with a friend.  But, without admitting she was making a conscious choice, she caught the C-train again.  And once again she was victimised. It was fingers in her cunt again, but this time the fucking was much more vigorous, and she orgasmed with the hand inside her.  Her juices were again wiped on her face afterwards, and this time she didn’t clean them off, thrilling at the feel and smell of the juice on her cheek, electrified by the fear that someone could tell it was there. On the third day, her abuse changed.  Instead of working his hand into her panties, her abuser instead grasped the hem and pulled them down her legs.  She blushed as she was undressed on the public train, and stepped out of them quickly when they hit the floor so no one would see her with her panties around her ankles.  Her abuser then lifted the rear of her skirt and tucked it into its own waistband, and used his knees to nudge her legs apart.  Anyone looking at her would have seen her naked ass and cunt, legs spread, ready to be used.  Then he fingerfucked her to orgasm again.  Afterwards, as the train stopped, she felt as if there were a million judging eyes on her as she rearranged her skirt and bent to collect her underwear. On the fourth day the train was so packed she couldn’t get to the window.  She found herself standing face to face with a handsome young man in a suit.  She was worried / relieved that the treatment she’d received previously wouldn’t happen today, but her attacker was not deterred.  She soon felt the hands under her skirt, and before long she was stepping out of her panties and having her skirt lifted.  Her face was bright red as she stared into the eyes of the man in front of her while she was exposed and violated.  At first she couldn’t tell if he knew what was happening to her, but the fingerfucking was particularly rough today, and soon her body was being thrust back and forth, so that she banged tits-first against the man in front of her on every thrust.  The knowledge that he knew what was happening to her and chose not to stop it made her orgasm quickly, and then a minute later she orgasmed again.

My doctor enters the room again, then locks the door behind her. Offering me a warm smile, she sits down onto the rotating chair and slides on over, positioning herself between my spread legs. I swallow thickly, watching her guide the rolling tray of tools beside her.

I curl my toes as she pushes up my gown, exposing my wet pussy even more. I’m too embarrassed to look, but a thick silence fills the air.

“Hmmm... how interesting,” she hums.

I turn my head, meeting her eyes.

“You’re quite wet right now.”

I gape, my face turning bright right. She meets my eyes and chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“Nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s normal. But... I’ve never seen one as wet as yours.”

I gasp softly as her gloved fingertips part my lips, massaging my vulva. As she parts them, her eyes flicker with desire. I can hardly control myself and grip onto the sides of the chair. My eyes slip shut and my mind begins to go cloudy. I’m already unbareably horny, unable to comprehend any thoughts drifting through my hollow mind.

“I might... have to do a more in depth examinination,” she says clinically. “Just to ensure that nothing negative is the cause for all of this secretion.”

All I can think is that I know exactly why I’m sopping wet.

My breaths tremble as she presses her hands against my inner thighs, and I can feel my hole clenching. She reaches to the table and takes a speculum—I can feel my back arch as the cold metal touches my warm cunt, and I jolt at the sensation of my pussy being stretched open. My legs come up from the stirrups and my doctor mumbles something, pulling the speculum away.

“Please try not to move. It makes it difficult to position the speculum properly.”

When she tries again, I fail. I whisper an apology, licking my lips. She shakes her head.

“Well, there is another way,” she says. I watch as she gets up and moves to her desk. When she sits back down my eyes fall upon the leather straps and padlocks. My clit throbs hard at the sight and I can feel myself grow more aroused by the second. “I can secure your legs into the stirrups. That way we don’t need to concern ourselves with any movement that may interfere with this examination.”

“O-Okay,” I stutter.

I can only think about my pulsating pussy and the sensation of leather kissing my skin. She maneuvers straps around both of my ankles, fastening them to the stirrups, then padlocks them into place. I’m surprised when she continues up my legs, next securing both knees, and then finally my thighs. I attempt to pull my legs from the stirrups to no avail—it’s like I’m glued to the device. And there is absolutely nothing I can do now to free myself. My doctor has the keys to the padlocks. It’s her choice to free me or not—I could be stuck here the rest of my life if she decided.

Those thoughts continue to pour into my mind. I squirm, my fingers curling around the sides of the chair. I want nothing more than to reach between my thighs and rub my clit to an explosive orgasm. I want to grip my tits and pull my nipples and moan louder than ever before. But I can’t. Unless I want to embarrass myself more than I already have.

Her gloved hands return to my thighs, and I feel goosebumps raising on my skin. I breathe heavily as she inserts the speculum, my hole being stretched wide. My doctor continues to work with a blank face—her professionalism is uncanny, but then again, she’s a doctor. That’s her job.

“Your vulva appears perfectly healthy. I’m going to examine your vagina and cervix now. I’m going to push your gown up further so I can see your abdomen.”

I watch with parted lips as she pushes my gown up, revealing my lower stomach. Her eyes skim over the rest of my body, stopping level with my tits. I know she can see my hard nipples pressing against that damn fabric. I subconsciously try to pull my legs free, and instantly move my arms to cover myself.

“Try to keep your arms by your side. I’m going to insert my fingers inside of your cunt.”

My eyes widen at the crude language she uses, but before I can say anything (not that I really even wanted too—I found that her language only heightened my arousal) I feel her fingers enter my dripping hole. I can’t help the moans that escape my lips. Her fingers move in circles inside of me, and she only pushes them deeper. Her other hand is pressing down on my abdomen. For a moment I swear she touched my g-spot, because my toes are curling and my back is arching. I immediately go to reach for her hands, wanting to pushing them deeper—make her fingers move faster. I’m right about to cum, leaking pathetically and making a mess all over my thighs and the tissue paper that sits beneath my bottom.

But she retracts her fingers. It only takes a moment for me to realize what I have just done, and my face is beet red. Holy fuck, I almost just came at the gynocologist. On her fingers. And I was moaning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m beyond humiliated, angry at myself for letting my horniness get the best of me. What am I, a teenage boy? I should be able to control myself, not act like some slut during the middle of a medical examination!

“I’m—“

“I told you to hold your arms by your side. I also can’t have you making so much noise. What would the people outside my office think? Are you trying to get me in trouble?” she asks. Her tone is even and firm, yet still slightly degrading.

I’m flabbergasted. “No-no, of course I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, ma’am.”

She again gets up and goes to her desk. When she returns, there are more straps and padlocks, some of them longer than others.

“My only option is to further restrain you. If not, this will be the end of your examination. You can return home, however this visit will still be charged.”

Deep down I knew I didn’t want to leave. And I had already payed for the visit. I felt bad, too. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

“Yes... yes that’s fine. Of course.”

My clit has a heart beat of its own. And as I watch her fasten my wrists to the sides of the chair, padlocking them into place, the heart beat gets louder and louder. I’m shocked when she continues to fasten the straps around my chest, one of them above my breasts and the other below. It’s humiliating—they look magnified and huge from being squeezed together, and my nipples are even more noticeable. Another strap is fed along my abdomen, until I’m compeltely secured to the chair, my legs spread wide and my slick, puffy pussy on display to my doctor. The gown hardly offers much coverage anymore.

“I will also ask that you consent to this being placed into your mouth.” She shows me the device, and my eyes widen. It appears to be a gag. The strap is black, but the center is a silver ring, and there are several metallic appendages that are fixed off the ring. It looks as if it can be screwed in a certain manner.

Still, I nod, opening my mouth for her. Her heels click as she walks around my restrained body, and she settles the ring behind my teeth. I groan at the uncomfortable feeling of my mouth being stretched wide open, coughing gently when she strictly fastens it. I don’t notice that she pulls the strap as tight as possible, buckling the gag into place.

When she walks back around to face me, she reaches forward, gripping the screws on either side of the gag. I’m surprised when she starts to twist, the gag only stretching wider and wider until I can’t possibly expand my jaw open any further. I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life, and I begin to shake my head, my incoherent pleas for release and relief going unnoticed.

I realized now what I’ve done. I’ve compeltely given up control to my doctor—a woman I hardly even know. And now I’m restrained entirely to this chair, hardly able to move an inch, strictly gagged and already drooling all over my chest. I can’t fathom how utterly pathetic I must look right now, but all I can do is wait for the examination is over to be released.

When she sits back down in the chair between my thighs, I watch her eyes scan over my bound form. She removes her gloves, only to replace them with a fresh pair, then returns to focusing on my exposed cunt. I groan again as her fingers penetrate me, pumping away slowly, milking me towards the edge. I squirm freely in my bonds, grunting as I tug against the iron-like restrains. All I can do is curl my toes and my fingers and shake my head from side to side.

I can hear the squelching of my juices, and she increases her pace, curling her fingers inside of me. My clit is throbbing, desperate for attention I wonder if it will ever receive. As soon as I’m about to cum, she again withdraws her fingers. I’m panting and sweating, drool seeping down my chin and neck.

“I think I know exactly why you’re so wet,” she says. “A couple other patients of mine participate in orgasm denial with their partners as well. It’s quite easy to tell a denied pussy from a satisfied one. Yours is... quite denied. I hope you don’t mind if I see for myself how far you can be pushed.”

I begin to thrash in my bonds, making every attempt in the book to free myself or at least hide myself from her. But there’s nothing I can do. I watch helplessly as she picks up the pair of scissors on the tray and takes them to my gown. She cuts away at the fabric, eventually managing to slip the remainder of the material out from beneath the straps binding my chest to the chair. Now, I’m truly on display. My tits and pussy are both out, and my nipples are completely hard.

I groan as she massages my tits, tweaking my nipples between her fingertips. She slaps at them, prodding them with her fingers.

“Incredible,” she hums in approval.

She gets up and when she returns, there’s a series of toys in her hands. The medical equipment once on the tray was now replaced with a plethora of toys she intended to use for my torture. A vibrator, a dildo, nipple clamps, weights, a makeup brush, and a feather all sit in a nice line.

I whimper when the clamps are fastened onto my nipples. There’s no hesitation when the weights are added, pulling down on my tits. The burning sensation coaxes me to the edge, and I watch in horror as she picks up the dildo. My moans fill the room as she fills me entirely with the toy, pushing it to the hold then using a strip of tape to hold it in place. Her fingers ghost along my lips, and my entire body tenses with pleasure when she takes to fingers to my clit, applying plenty of pressure to the aching spot.

“I have never seen a cunt as soaked as yours in my life. Seeing as you’re a slut for denial, I hope you won’t mind if coax a few edges out of you myself, dear.”

My body is on fire as I approach the edge, whimpering in defeat when those fingers leave me hanging once more.

“Now for the brush.”

She grabs the delicate brush and drags it through my folds, soaking the bristles and drawing circles around my clit. She paints my pussy with my own wetness, and I’m trembling all over. I pull at my wrists, my tits heaving with every breath I take. My jaw aches terribly, but the feeling of an incoming orgasm cancels out any sliver of discomfort I might feel—maybe the discomfort even adds.

I lose track of the amount of edges performed with the brush. All I know is that by the end of it, I had made a mess of the tissue paper beneath me.

My doctor takes a moment to pause, allowing me a break. But not much longer goes by before she continues on with the edges using the vibrator. She drags the buzzing toy all around my cunt on its lowest seething, teasing my inner thighs and pussy lips. I gasp as she places the toy against my tortured nipples, which she eventually removed the clamps from.

When she stops, it’s to look at her phone.

“Excuse me for a moment. I’m being requested at the front desk. I will return shortly, please remain where you are and try to not make any noise.”

I try to beg her to not leave—or to at least let me cum before she disappears, but there’s nothing I can say or do.

But my heart drops into my stomach as she opens the door, swinging it wide open. She kicks a door stopper in, fixing it in place so that the room is completely open to anyone who may walk back. I watch her, unable to comprehend my own shock. There’s no way she would just leave it open like that, not when I look like this—

I thrash in my bonds, crying out for her. This is utterly humiliating. I can’t believe this. There are tears in my eyes, but nothing I can do as she heads down the hallway.

I don’t know how to act as doctors and nurses pass the door. Some of them simply ignore my pathetic form while others will stop at the doorway, stare, and laugh and my predicament. I can only watch with pleading eyes, my cheeks hot pink at the thought of them being able to see my pussy spread open all for them.

One doctor even entered, walking circles around me, their gloves hands examining every inch of my skin. Their fingers prodded at my tits and flicked my nipples, chuckling when they managed to stirr a reaction out of me.

“Very nice tits,” they said. “And a pretty pussy too.”

After a few gentle pats on my cunt and stroking my inner thighs, they left.

A few nurses had gathered in front of the door not long after. They pointed and snickered at me, pulling out their phones to snap a few pictures of the new office slut.

“What a whore.”

“Yeah, she’s a slut. Look at how wet she is.”

“Pathetic.”

My doctor returns a few moments later with a clipboard, closes the door, then sits down.

“I’ve decided to schedule you for a follow up visit next week. There are a few more tests I would like to run; however, I don’t have the exact equipment needed to properly run these certain tests today.”

I can only imagine what she has planned.

“I’m going to have you sit tight while I fill out the rest of your chart. Also, you are absolutely not allowed to touch yourself under any circumstances until the next visit. At that point I will decide what your body requires—or, more specially, your cunt. If you think you will have trouble obeying these rules, nod now and I will have one of the nurses bring in a device to assist you through the week.”

I pondered for a moment. I had already planned on rubbing my cunt raw as soon as I got into my car... but I was intruiged. And still ridiculously horny. I moaned.

“Very well.”

A nurse entered the room moments later with a box, and my doctor finally released me from my restraints and my gag. However, I was not allowed to interrupt her as she fixed me into the contraption I would wear for the next week.

“Stand up straight, dear. Legs apart. Please place your hand on the back of your head and thrust out your tits. That’s a good girl.”

She slipped her hand down between my thighs, fingers rubbing at my clit. I moan, closing my eyes, my brows knitting together as I felt another orgasm ready to rack my body. Of course, she pulled away, leaving me aching and dripping.

Moments later, I felt metal encircle my waist, and she had me suck in comfortably. Once the belt was fixed into place, a similar metal strap was fed between my leg and pushed up against my throbbing and sopping wet pussy. I moaned, my clit twitching. She slipped the key into place and locked on the contraption. Her gloved hands pressed against the plate, and I whimpered in defeat, unable to feel any sensations against my denied clit.

“But... but—“

“No,” she said simply. “Now, you will be emailed instructions on how to clean and function every day with the device. You will also be required every day to do something that will ensure peak arousal. When you return for you next visit, I can only move forward if you have reached maximum arousal. Understand, dear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Desert Hunt, Story #4,

A ‘cunt’ hunter named Hanson and his well degraded prize; a brutalized woman named Tabitha

Hanson tugged on the reins to stop his well-trained steed. The horse came to an abrupt stop, unlike the woman being dragged along behind them. She squealed and stumbled into the butt end of the horse. Her face actually impacting the horse’s asshole as its thick black tail swept up in the air.

The horse made a funny noise that showed it was annoyed at having the woman’s face smacked into its ass. It had Hanson laughing as he tugged violently on the rope in his right hand.

On the other end of the rope, the woman shrieked into the leather wrapped steel bar wedged across her mouth. Hanson yanked one more time so he could enjoy watching her rope bound tits bang together and hear her shrieks echo across the desert.

“Get over here, ya sexy cunt. You got horse shit on your face. And I ain’t takin you into Johnson’s covered in shit. Covered in cum, that’s maybe okay…But with a body has hot and sexy as yours…We want it looking the best so I can get top dollar for it.”

He jumped off the horse and reached into his saddle bag. He pulled out the shredded fabric of her lacy panty she had been wearing when he caught her. He used it to wipe the brown streak of horse shit off her nose and tear-stained left cheek. Then he tossed the underwear out into the desert.

The desert where she had been trying to hide out in, ever since the far-right wing male dominated government had seized power. A government that made owning females completely legal.

The law now insisted all females over the age of 16 be registered with the government and a formal owner be listed. If not, they were fair game to be hunted down and sold by licensed flesh brokers.

This whimpering, dust covered, and degraded naked woman had been one of those many women flouting the law and not registering. Instead, she had been trying to run away from the misogynistic madness.

He looked her over as she stood there utterly naked and trembling. He reached out and ran his hands all over her taut bound tits. Around the base of her pushed out chest and waist, a series of ropes kept her body in a sort of harness.

He slid his hands down her dust covered midriff to her waist rope. Then without warning he spun her around. She almost fell over since she was still wearing heels. The heels he had found in the trunk of her stalled out car.

…

Hanson had made her put them on before he shackled her ankles. He had even put electrical tape around the shoes and her feet so that they wouldn’t slip off on the long march that she had no idea she was about to be forced on.

And who was she? Her name was Tabitha, not that he knew that, or cared to know it. She had been trying to drive across the desert on isolated roads away from the government agents out collecting unclaimed females.

Her hope had been to reach a ‘Free’ state, but when her car died all that hope ended. She had only been stranded for an hour or so when Hanson came riding up. And she knew right away he was not a man there to help her.

The plump, naked middle-aged woman he had tethered up to his horse by her neck, a thick leather gag covering the bottom half of her wincing in terror face. Plus, rope bound tits that looked like they had been dragged thru a field full of cactus, those were the obvious clues that Tabitha was not about to be rescued.

She had tried to flee but he rode after her at speed, to Tabitha’s guilty horror. Guilt because he hadn’t stopped to untether the poor screaming woman attached to his horse. She had stumbled immediately as he took off.

He just dragged her along by her neck.  Her battered body a fully ripped-up mess from being dragged for a couple hundred yards through cactus, rocks and dirt. Her face a purple gasping mass of blood and tears as air returned to her lungs.

The guilt of what he did next would weigh on Tabitha for some time, or at least until he stopped that night to rape her over and over. After he stripped her naked, tied her up and then gagged Tabitha, prepping her for the long walk into slavery, he told her,

“You’re worth so much fucking more than that ugly old bitch. Damn girlie, you’ve gone and made my day, if not year, by getting your hot sexy ass stranded out here. But dragging the two of you back into town to sell could be a hand full, so we’ll just take you.”

The things he did next to the howling and screaming woman would haunt Tabitha for years to come, if she survived that long, she depressingly thought.

While Tabitha sat there, bottomless in the dirt, drool dripping from the leather wrapped bar jammed across her mouth, her arms stuck cruelly behind her back, she had to listen to him mock and taunt the woman, while her tortured her tits for no good reason except he could.

Next Tabitha had to watch and listen to him sodomize the pleading and screaming thing. A brutalization that ended with him dragging the wailing woman by her freshly bound up ankles, over to a dried-out husk of an old tree.

“Maybe I ‘ll come back for your fat old ass someday, bitch…Maybe not.” He yelled over his shoulder as he strode over to his horse, pulling a newly stripped naked and sobbing Tabitha along.

Tabitha glanced over her shoulder and took one last look at the nameless hysterical woman left behind. She still had the rope tether wrapped tight around her neck, but it was now vertical and looped over the limb of the only tall tree within miles.

Her heels could not touch the rocks and dirt under her bare and bloody feet. And the 20 yards of rope he had wrapped around her wrists and elbows showed no signs of ever being able to come loose.

His attention then fully turned to a frightened and shivering Tabitha.

“Now let’s get you walkin, bitch…We’ve got a few long days ahead of us till we reach Johnson’s trading post. And there, your fucking amazing sexy ass will earn me some serious coin.”

He mounted his horse and then yanked on Tabitha’s new tit leash. She started to walk in her shoes that were only meant for show. Spiked heels that offered no support whatsoever. Heels that made her feet hurt only two steps in.

Though that hurt soon paled in comparison to the pain her tits felt as the horse’s pull on her noosed tight tits became choppy and random. Her hobbled steps were never quite able to keep time with the horse, so every second or third step, her tits were painfully yanked on.

…Two days later….

Now Tabitha stood there, wobbling in her heels. Feet that now throbbed and ached after two long days of walking. Two horrific days of marching naked under the hot desert sun while being constantly tethered to his horse by her throbbing breasts.

He checked the secureness of her arm and wrist ropes. She knew not one strand of rope had become displaced or loosened. She knew because she had been quietly struggling and straining at the horrific arm bondage for two long days now.

To have her elbows tied up this tight and for so long was an excruciating torture she so wanted to end. She groaned as she gave an extra tug on the ropes that kept her cinched together elbows attached to her chest rope.

“Ya don’t like them ropes, cunt?” he demonically giggled at her, “Well too fucking bad. They make your pretty boobs stick really the fuck nicely out. Those perky tied melons are gonna make me a few extra grand looking this stuck out and marvelous.”

Then he spun her back around again. Ignoring how Tabitha was sobbing and crying again. He cupped her mound and rubbed.  The space between her thighs was hot and sweaty and still a bit sticky. This made him chuckle.

“My spunk still isn’t dried up down there, is it cunt? And would that cum still be from the first time I fucked you? As you screamed and begged and I bent you over the hood of your car?”

He removed his sticky hand from her inner thighs and mound. He swung his hand past her face in a manner that made her flinch. But he didn’t strike her face this time, no he just wiped his slick fingers clean using her long hair. Then he grasped her chin.

“Or was it from this morning’s fun fuck fest. Where I fucked you from behind while you were on your knees, face in the dirt and squealin like a pig, as I stuck the butt end of my horse whip in your ass?”

Tabitha’s eyes looked full of tears again and before he let go of her chin, he leaned in and laid a wet open mouth kiss on her bar gagged mouth. He licked the side of her face and then delivered the resounding slap to it he had been threatening.

She squealed as the sting of his hard slap exploded in her cheek. A squeal that got louder and more anguished as he slapped at both her rope choked tits. He must have smacked them hard a dozen times, laughing as the rope pinched sunburned orbs sort of bounced on her chest.

She could only squeal and beg and at times scream for help, but that could go on for as long as she wanted, because out here in the lonely desert, no one would ever hear her.

…

The long days of trudging along behind the horse had morphed into one long hellish walk. Her blistered feet were still trapped in her heels. Her shoulders ached like hell and her mouth had long ago stopped dripping drool.

Her tits were still tightly choked in rope. The skin of her breasts was red and chaffed under the tight twine that made them look like perfect round balls of purple flesh. The tug on them from the leash connecting the brutally bound tits to the horse, was the cruelest pulling torture imaginable.

Tabitha almost tripped again into the back end of the horse. The horse and its sadistic rider had stopped. She blinked in the heat of the mid-day sun, trying hard to focus on what she saw ahead.

It was a town, well just a few buildings really that looked like something out of an old western movie. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. But the possible mirage became all too real as her captor yelled “giddy up” and he began trotting the horse quickly into the tiny town.

Tabitha screeched, a hoarse, almost unheard screech due to her thirst and dry throat and mouth as the horse trotted at speed down the main dusty dirty path that was supposedly the main street.

Her shackled ankles were close to make her topple and then be horrifically pulled along by her throbbing tits as they passed the first buildings, and the first sets of leering eyes gazed out at her.

She was trying to keep up with the horse and its laughing rider. The pull on her tits was so painful. A pain that was joined with the feeling of deep humiliation and fear, as dozens of men stopped in their tracks and watched her be twistedly led into town by her tits.

More men poured out of buildings to watch her be dragged into town. Some were holding beers and others just kept pointing. Some were laughing and some were just staring at her with the evilest lecherous looks.

Only a few female faces appeared near the end of the dusty main drag. To Tabitha’s horror, just like her, the four women she could see were all naked, arms and hands bound in an eerily similar strict way to herself. All of them were leashed and being led around by some of the most disgusting looking men Tabitha had ever seen.

To Tabitha’s relief the horse slowed, and the agonizing pull on her tits subsided. But her attention was still half on the four women she saw being grabbed, groped and then roughly picked up to be flung into the back of a horse drawn wagon.

Suddenly Tabitha let loose a scream of agony as her captor’s stiff whip lashed painfully across the tip of her left tit. Her nipple pulsed with pain as she heard him bellow,

“Eyes over here, sexy. We’ve arrived. Now I just have to go find old man Johnson and see how much he’ll give me for your sexy ass and tits!”

Tabitha’s captor dismounted his horse and grasped her tit leash. He yanked her so hard and so close that his spit as he spoke splattered her terrified face. He nodded his head at the old tree not far behind him and the tall round wooden post near it.

Tabitha’s knees began to quake, her tired legs close to giving out as she surveyed the sick sight behind her grinning captor’s face.

“You be an obedient captive cunt and wait here. Or bad things will happen to you…You see that noose hangin in the tree back there? We’ll it could be your neck gettin stretched by it…after you spend a day or two stuck on the post. Your snug asshole impaled and ripped wide open…because you didn’t respect the men here in town.”

He gave Tabitha’s quivering chin and an upward nudge with his fist.

“You got that, sexy?”

Tabitha nodded her head and groaned around the bit gag still jammed painfully in her mouth. Her acceptance of his domination was evident on her terrified face.

“Good…I’ll be right back. You study that ‘cunt training post’ and think about how you can be good and avoid having to spend time on it…And you can start by giving your new fans a show.”

Tabitha blinked at his last comment. Then she heard the whistles and derogatory cat calls. She chanced a glance over her shoulder and let out a loud whimper as she saw the gathered crowd of leering and snickering men.

There she stood utterly naked with her painfully bound tits, cruelly bound arms and her naked pussy and ass entirely in display. She couldn’t stop the trembling of her body or her scared continuous whimpering, if she wanted too.

The whole situation she found herself in was beyond her belief. It got worse as the derogatory comments continued and the men began to approach her. Some of the comments even becoming offers.

“What a fine piece of ass that is! What I wouldn’t give to fuck that cunt. Hey Jake, how about I give you a hundred bucks and you let me stick my big fat dick in this cunt’s sexy pussy?” said some bearded man with two missing teeth and dressed in denim overalls.

Tabitha glanced back at her captor. She now had a name to associate with his evil face. Jake chuckled. He was about to answer when another man in the back shouted out.

“Hell, I‘ll give you 100 bucks and sow ready for butchering…if you let me get her on her knees so I can make her pretty mouth choke on my dirty dick!”

Jake raised his hands in the air and waved them up and down to control the crowd. A crowd that had now fully encircled the shaking and whining Tabitha. Some of the men weren’t even asking her captor for permission, they were just reaching out and grasping at her naked and bound body wherever they pleased.

There were hands on both her rope snagged tits and another hand on her ass just under her madly wriggling hands. She began to shriek as a finger of that probing hand found her anus and it slipped in a knuckle deep.

“Now guys, you can feel but you can’t fuck…You know the rules. A man’s captured pussy is off limits until sold, traded, or he says…go ahead and fuck with her. And that ain’t happen, yet. I need top dollar for this pretty piece of tits and ass…So just touch it…no fucking, fingering or stabbing shit up in her pussy that shouldn’t be there….GOT IT!”

Tabitha watched with horror as her captor proceeded out of view. Jake had walked into the adjacent wood-clad storefront. On the building’s frosted glass front window the lettering simply stated,

 ‘Johnson’s Trading Post…You catch…we buy…Top dollar given for all freshly caught cunts’

Tabitha began to shriek. Another pair of hands had found her mound. Rough fingers with sharp nails were digging into her soft folds. Another finger had once again started to work its way up into her snug asshole.

She tried to wriggle her body away from the groping hands, but the lecherous horny men were everywhere. One of them must have had a grip on her tit rope as the pain in her chest shot up and she felt her torso getting dragged back into the crowd.

The men had surrounded her at least three deep. She could hear herself shrieking and then sobbing as the assault threatened to degrade into a full-on gang rape of both her ass and sex.

Her terrified shrieking became a pain filled wail, as those long-nailed fingers found her clitoris and they pinched and pulled on it. A finger then plunged up into her slit. She couldn’t see clearly any longer, the fresh tears had flooded her eyes and was stinging them with all the dried sweat on her face.

And then just like that, the pain ended, and the crowd of men spread apart. There in front of her stood a pissed off looking Jake. His anger she was about to find out having nothing to do with how the men had just treated her.

“God damn it…Old man Johnson’s out of town. Gone at least a week his assistant says…And the dumb fuck doesn’t know a damn thing about what a sexy hot piece of cunt, like you, is worth! Damn, I needed that money!”

Jake stood there scratching his chin. His four days’ worth of stumble now venturing close to being a beard. Tabitha blinked at him, too scared to say anything or move a muscle. Everything about this sick situation terrified her to her very naked core.

A situation that was about to get even sicker and more demeaning as the bearded man in the filthy denim overalls sidled up to Jake and handed him a wad of bills.

“Here’s two hundred bucks. Let me bend her over the hitching rail and burry my dick in her sexy cunt.”

When Jake didn’t move or respond right away, the man thrust another bunch of bills at him.

“Three hundred bucks to fuck her…Come on man, you need the cash and old man Johnson’s gone for days...”

He didn’t get to say much more as Jake took the cash and raised his other hand high in the air. A knowing smirk had started to spread across his face. An idea had taken hold that Tabitha would not like in the least. An idea that would fix his current cash flow problem.

He strode to his horse and untied Tabitha’s tit and waist leash. He didn’t ask her next. He just pulled and yanked her by her throbbing breasts over to the horse hitching post.

She squealed as she stumbled in her shackles and heels. She found herself bent over so her bound tits ground into the side of the horizontal hitching post beam. Cruel splinters of wood stuck into her taut breast flesh as her captor abruptly tied her bound tits to the wood beam.

He used every inch and foot of rope attached to her breasts and waist, to securely bind them to the hitching post. This left a sobbing Tabitha degradingly bent over. Her ass and pussy exposed to the growing larger and larger group of horny men.

She began to tremble and then flail and thrash at her ropes. Her aching shoulders and her almost numb arms jumping about behind her bent over back. Then she begn to wail and scream as she heard Jake announce,

“Anyone else want to fuck the hottest thing to come into this town in months? $300 for her pussy, $400 for her mouth and if you got a cool thousand to spare…I will let her beautifully tight asshole be all yours.”

From the corner of her tear-filled eyes Tabitha could see Jake become surrounded by a surge of men, all waving wads of cash. And within seconds she felt the hands of the bearded denim overall man, dig into her bum cheeks.

His rock hard dick longer than she had imagined and definitely thicker as he slammed his hips into her whip marked backside and he took her from behind. His cock plunged balls deep into her pussy with just the first thrust.

Tabitha screamed the loudest she had yet, and he shouted over her howls,

“Fuck Ya …you have a hot sexy snatch that’s definitely worth the money to fuck!”

…

It was dark. Night had come hours ago and Tabitha was crying and sobbing. Well, sobbing the best a woman could do with a swollen putrid cock stuck in her ring gagged mouth. The taste of which was making her gag and choke.

Hot spunk suddenly shot from the end of it and deep into her mouth and throat. She groaned and then gurgled as the hands stuck in her hair pulled at her strands, and they forced her mouth even further down onto the ejaculating cock.

Then the hands released and slapped her about the face, hard. The well spent cock slid out of her mouth, and she gasped and coughed as huge strands of cum spilled off her lower lip. They joined the wet cum muddied patch of dirt under the hitching post.

She couldn’t move much of her aching body. Her throbbing tits were still cruelly bound to the hitching post, her shaking tired legs were somehow still holding her body up.

All she could do, as latest man to orally fuck her zipped up his jeans, was whimper and blink back tears, and of course listen to her captor take another wad of cash for letting some strange man sickeningly rape her.

“So, that’s $1,400 in total you owe me…$1,000 for the ass fuck and then a $400 for letting you stick that shit covered dick back in her mouth. I bet you really didn’t like combo, in that order, did you, cunt?” he asked with his attention back on her as he took the bills.

The men nodded at each other and the one who had just anally and then orally raped her, strode off into the dark night. Then it was just her and her captor. A man named Jake who was grinning spectacularly.

Tabitha blinked up at him hoping to God he would untie her tits from the hitching post. Her back was killing her, and she could barely feel her bound hands or arms. That’s when to her dismay he began to stroke her hair.

“You know what, bitch? I made more cash today renting out your sexy hot pussy and mouth…and let’s not forget incredibly fuckable ass…then I might have got just selling you to old man Johnson. Which gives me an idea…Probably one you ain’t gonna like.” He laughed out loud into the cool night air.

“Were gonna hit the road again, tonight. So we can make the next town over, Bakerstown, by sun up. Then we’ll find another nice hitching post and you can put your mouth, pussy and ass back to work again, making me loads of money.”

Tabitha began to make all sorts of desperate pleading and begging noises through the mouth stretching ring gag she now wore. Noises that he ignored as he added,

“And before we hit the road, I need to blow a load in your sweet mouth and then maybe another in your tight ass. Fuck, watching you get it in all the holes today, by close to four dozen men, that’s got my balls all tight and needing release.

He petted her shivering head and then thrust his hips forward. His dick entered her mouth and began slow lazy thrusts into her crying face as he thought about how much money he could make with her. And Tabitha tried not to think about the sick degrading horrors to come.

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