## Archive-name: spiking_

In the small loggers' clearing where they have all come for their sport, the murmurs from the little group of men are getting louder and more insistent. They move closer in from the circle where earlier they had swigged beer and whisky, watched and cheered as my wife was gang-raped in front of them. Now she lay there, her skin glistening palely against the dark of her red hair and the rough ground beneath: naked in a pitiful position of forced submission, painfully hog-tied and face-down in the glare of the spotlights of three trucks.

I think how vulnerable she seems there, how small and helpless; a lone female - caught and virtually devoured by this pack of hunting males.

They had witnessed what they had all paid to see: the stripping and beating of a lone helpless woman; gross, repeated rape; more beating; humiliation. Her cries and screams had not gone unheard; instead they had urged her attackers on to greater abuses. The audience had liked to hear how she screamed and blubbered. And me; for the 3 years of our marriage I had never known - never imagined - that she could make such exciting noises.They had called for more É

And so it was coming to an end. Alice Williams nee Tyler, the well-behaved young red-haired girl who enjoyed her school had been carefully raised into a fetching church-going teenager, open-faced, laughing and polite. Slim limbs and body had developed into a young womanhood that boys and older men had lusted after. Careful study at college had gone hand-in-hand with gentle loving relationships and well-chosen sex encounters: two boyfriends and a 50 year-old lecturer. Marriage after college had brought her gentle sex-charged body, full of promise, to me.

And as she liked to go on her botanical field trips, camping on her own, I could arrange my own alibi and tell *them* where she could be snatched. The video alone would make several of us very rich É

"Shaft her now! Get it up her!" someone calls from the back. "Yeah! Shaft her! Give it to her!" others take up the cry. In the brightness of the trucks' lights, three of them are pulling at my wife's bound body, manhandling her into position for her final starring role. The video recorder is already running. Several of the men have their hands on their cocks, already anticipating the climax to come. And as a background to all of this, heard on a different plane to the raw excitement we were all engrossed in, the quiet sibilant sound of Alice sobbing from her pain, her debasement - and her fear.

A older man - yes, it was the lecturer! - his phallus waggling in front of him like a small truncheon, squats down into Alice's line of sight. He reaches forward and grabs her auburn hair pulling her head up sharply till her blue eyes focus on him; he grins at her, he shows her the smooth round metal spike he is holding. Six feet long, it gleams in the light. An inch in diameter. A sharp pointed end.

Her pained eyes fix on this instrument of extreme torture and grow wide. She shakes her head violently: "No!" "No!"

Realising, finally, what is about to be done to her, Alice begins to wail in terror into her gag, summoning desparate energy, bumping her body around desperately against her restraints, vainly trying to get free from her captors. Her scratched and dirtied skin is glistening with a sheen of sweat under the bright spots; a sheen of fear.

For her Alice's captors are not merely her rapists, they have now turned into her executioners.

The earlier part of the show had been brutal enough and Alice's body shows all the evidence: tousled, sperm-streaked hair and vivid slap marks to her face; her tears are still flowing down her cheeks. I had watched enthralled and excited as strangers had fucked her cunt and mouth. Crimson scuff marks on her thighs and buttocks showed where she had been fisted; even now, other mens' spunk was still dripping from her nose.

I had revelled in her misery as they had systematically torn away all her self-esteem, and as they had abused and degraded her. I had watched too - and listened to the wonderful noises that had come from her - when they had half throttled her into limpness, and afterwards when they had beaten her stomach and genitals so hard with their thick canes. The criss-crossed marks on stomach and thighs were now darkened weals and vivid bruises. Her elbows had been cinched together behind her with piano wire, drawing her shoulders back and her breasts into prominence. They had spent a long time hurting her breasts, spiking her nipples. Now, though, her tits are squashed painfully against the ground as she wriggled and struggled. Grass and dirt fleck her skin.

The large hands grasping her will allow her no freedom, though. Her slim legs have been doubled back and her ankles tied tightly to the top of her thighs. The thick cord is looped round her ankles and bite into the flesh of her upper thighs. I find myself thinking the upturned soles of her feet and her toes are very attractive. In some way - maybe becasue they are pink and nude - they carry sexual signals all their own.

They are pulling Alice's knees wide apart, now. Her breath is coming in quick short gasps, like she's jumped into cold water. Poor Alice! The tendons of her groin, each side of her genitals are rigid and stretched. Another guy is digging into the cleft of her rigid white buttocks, his hands spreading them; fingers pulling her vaginal lips wide apart to open her pink vulva from the rear. "Fuck me! Look at that hole" he said. He looked up "She's got a nice cunt on her, mate" he says. I nod, fingering my stiff cock. "Yeah. Hurt it for me" I tell him; "Make her really scream". He looked up, quizzically, and saw the rhythm of my wanking increasing. He knew then how muck I liked to see other men with her. "OK, how about this" and he pulled her labia hard in opposite direction, stretching them into a funnel shape, each one like a thin crimson wing of skin. I thought Alice was going to buck free: she howled into her gag and shook her bound arms as the pain washed over her. "Aaarmmmmmmmmmm!"

Yet another pair of hands pressed her shoulders and chest hard into the dirt; she wasn't getting away from the fun they had lined up for her.

The older man approached Alice from behind. Her cunt was a distinct shiny pink opening, held apart by the hands of other strangers on her arse cheeks while sheThe man with the spear got down on one knee. Carefully, he guided the long metal spike to the apex of her trembling legs until the tip of the spike nosed up between her scarlet inner labia to the red weeping skin of her cunt hole.

She feels it! Her pale stretched buttocks squirm against the men holding her; her muscles are contracting in an effort to try to get rid of this cold metal monster from her most private parts. Poor, poor scared Alice! Her tearful whining suddenly rises up the scale two octaves; her throat has contracted and through her nose comes a squeal of outraged fear. Her trussed arms are jerking wildly behind her.

A hand grabs her hair and yanks her head up and back - hard. Alice's terrified blue eyes search wildly and then focus on me, standing there looking at her, my cock stiff in my hand. "Help me" she is saying. But my eyes only see how her arched back makes her breasts, with the swollen nipples, lift clear of the ground .... Good Lord, those nipples really are swollen and bruised; almost like tomatoes that are too ripe .... I've had them in my mouth and between my fingers. I've even squeezed them in the past till she squeaked in protest. But I've never seen her nipples this abused before. I feel like feeling their new size, squeezing them again for her - but they're about to shaft her now....

With the pointed tip nestling in the ring of skin, the old guy positions the rod horizontal and close to the ground, then pushes, sliding the first few inches of the spike into Alice's cunt. I watched with awe as the thickness of the metal shaft effortlessly stretches open her cunt rim. It was greased, I realised; that's why it slides in so easily. The others are clustering around her now. Drops of sperm splatter onto Alice's back. Another guy is looping a broad soft cord around her neck.

The crowd of excited men were scenting blood now. I looked down at my wife's naked body sheened with sweat and streaked with spunk, and realised that nothing could save her now. A young guy - he must have been half her age - knelt down with his knees either side of her head. He slipped her gag up over her nose and guided his phallus onto her lips. Hoping that she could save herself, perhaps, Alice opened her mouth and allowed the cock to slide into her.

There were two of them grasping the spike in her cunt now. I watched as they both heaved together, forcing more of the metal up into her. Two, four, six, eight, TEN more greased inches disappeared up into Alice's stretched red-rimmed vagina. It was to be flesh against steel.

Then, in a sudden explosive reaction, Alice's mouth and eyes stretched open wide. The men holding her down leant on her with all their weight, fixing her there as her awful torture began, For the metal pole had reached the extreme end of her cunt and, piercing her womb wall, had begun to spear upwards into her body cavity. The sweat sheen started out in rivulets all over her, moisture pouring from her body. The muscles in her buttocks stood rigid as iron. Her thighs began to spasm and shake violently. Her bound arms jerked uncontrollably, her fingers clawing air, and the cords on her neck stood out in relief as the first of a great bellow of agony screamed from her throat. The guy with his cock in her mouth pushed forwards till he could feel the back of her throat, but it made no difference.

"Aaaaargrgrgrggrgrgrgr! Gnnnnaaargrgrgrggr!" For a woman of such a frame, the noise was shocking, loud and animal. "Aaaasarrrghghghgeeeeeeeeeahhh!"

Through all her earlier ordeal, through her gang-rape and the beating they had inflicted on her, Alice had stayed feminine; battered but all woman. Now, though, as the metal pole drove its unseen way up into her body, her eyes were unfocused; she was a female animal driven by pain and agony, oblivious to the pack of males clustering around her who were avidly witnessing her final fatal rape by steel.

They tightened the cord round her throat, cutting off her breath. We all saw her colour darkening and her mouth opened wider as it searched for air. Down behind her buttocks and her spread thighs, there were three men kneeling down, forcing the spike up into her. I checked the length; there must be about three feet of iron inside her body.

Her struggles were diminishing now. Alice was beginning to die. The three sets of hands were heaving the spike into her in 10 inch sections. But they were careful to clear of her vital organs, though. They knew how to do it; they knew how to make sure their victims did not die too early. At the right point, the cord round her neck was loosened. The shock of being systematically skewered had dulled Alice's comprehension of pain; she was alive enough to want to breathe. They yanked her head right back and held her neck dead straight until, with a heave and a shout, they drove the spike of metal up out of her wide-open mouth. Blood trickled in a small stream from her lips; between her parted thighs, bright red was already seeping from the stretched rim of her cunt.

So it was done. I'd sold them my wife and Alice was now skewered on a metal pole. While she was still conscious, they hefted her aloft and placed her to roast over the fire - at first they put her right down where the flames could lick and crisp her breasts and belly skin. She knew what was happening; we could tell that because of the strange noises she made. Someone sprayed her cunt with grease; Alice made more noises while it sizzled and then flared, flashing off her pubes to leave her bare as a baby. But in the end she cheated and didn't respond at all to anything.

The End

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