Audrey’s Ordeal

© FP37
Alien Slave Hunter
Audrey gasped as the broad tip of the dildo, a monstrous purple baton, pressed against her raw anus.

“It won’t go in,” Lola complained, pressing her palm against the base of the rod.

“Yes it will. You just have to … push,” Kamila insisted, twisting the plastic as she shoved against Audrey’s tender hole. “This slut has had so many cocks up her arse, I’m surprised it doesn’t just slip in like a bullet.”

The struggle between the naked, bound victim and her adversary was an unequal contest, and soon the purple toy was disappearing into Audrey with every ferocious pulse. Audrey tried to hide her suffering but she was powerless to resist Kamila mercilessly pounding her hole.

“How does that feel?” Kamila asked, driving the plastic tube so deep into Audrey’s anus it was almost buried inside her prisoner. Audrey refused to speak, but she could not resist a pathetic whimper that provoked a chorus of laughs from her audience.

“This is what happens to whores who try to steal boyfriends, who try to steal my boyfriend.”

The leather straps chafed against her knees, binding Audrey tight to the table. Once they bound her arms in the leather cuffs she was defenceless against their depraved abuse. She was now their sex toy, and there was nothing she could do to prevent the barrage of slaps on her face, her buttocks and her thighs. Her skin was raw from the battering of the past three hours, but they had taken particular pleasure in teasing out two degrading orgasms with their electric vibrators. It was the closest she came to weeping as they mocked her naked body, sprawled on the table, as she shuddered from her climax.

One of the girls reached down to grope Audrey’s breasts.
“They look fake to me,” she sneered. “Fake boobs, just like a porn star whore.”
“Don’t be surprised,” Kamila replied. “There’s nothing this slut would not do to get my Jeff.”

The past three hours had been a torment for Audrey, ever since she left her hall of residence to meet her latest boyfriend, Jeffrey Mortimor, the Senator’s son. Moments after leaving her room she was surrounded by half a dozen girls and dragged to the basement where she had been stripped, bound and beaten with canes before being hauled onto the table and forced to squat like a dog as they unleashed an unending succession of cruel and degrading violations.

They tried to make her pose like a porn star for their mobile phone cameras, but Audrey was too stubborn to yield to their demands, and even a sustained bout of caning could not induce her to lick her own nipples and rub her crotch. Abandoning their initial scheme of a demeaning porn shoot they opted for a gallery of humiliating and painful abuse. They used shoe heels, plastic bottles and aerosol cans, all buried deep into her anus or pussy by her smirking tormentors. Throughout her ordeal, Audrey’s face, turned to face the cameras to capture the enormity of her disgrace, never changed from the resolute blank stare of defiance.

Once the purple monster was buried deep within her victim, Kamila came to stand over her rival, holding her nose from the stench of the sweating body exhausted from three hours of unrelenting abuse.
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