It's hard to get to the top when you're a woman; I 
know.  Nine years ago I had been hired as a mid level 
manager at the company and no one took me seriously.  
A college kid, a woman no less, and a good looking 
one, with long, braided blond hair, a good body and a 
pretty face wasn't someone to be taken seriously.  
Within a year they were all taking me seriously--I was 
the hardest, meanest, toughest, and smartest goddamn 
person there, and I rose quickly through the ranks, 
breaking balls wherever they needed breaking, and 
sometimes just for the fun of it.  Nine years later, 
at the young age of thirty one, still looking so good 
many of the men still mistake my beauty for weakness 
or stupidity, I became one of ten vice presidents at 
the company, and I began angling for the executive vp 
job in the only way I knew how--full steam ahead.  And 
why the hell shouldn't I have--I was three times 
smarter, three times better, than anyone else working 
there.

My story actually starts just when I had scooped one 
more shovelful of dirt out of the ground in which I 
was going to bury the executive vp.  He knew what I 
was doing, but he was too impotent to do anything 
about it--I had him and his seven vp lackeys by the 
balls, and I was squeezing.  It was a good day, and 
when late that night I opened the door to my 500 
series Mercedes, parked in my reserved space, I was 
feeling really, really good, which is probably why I 
didn't notice the two men.

I saw a flash of a gun as one of them shoved me into 
the car, pushing me over to the passenger seat as his 
friend slid into the back seat.  Two guns were pointed 
at me, and a harsh "Shut your mouth bitch.  One sound 
and we kill you and dump your body" froze my tongue.  
I'm tough, not stupid, and I was scared, very scared.  
Neither of the men were wearing masks, so I could 
identify them if they let me go--I hoped they would 
let me go.  My captures sat silently, one driving 
while the other held a gun against my side, my mind 
working furiously on all the angles.  I didn't doubt 
that they would shoot me, which left me almost no 
options.  When I tried to speak I was warned and then 
hit, hard, across the face.  After that I sat 
silently, my fear building as I watched the highway 
roll by until we turned off into a less populated 
area.

I was infinitely relieved when he pulled onto a 
residential road catering to the very, very well to 
do.  My relief grew as they spoke quickly at the gate 
to a grand house and pulled through.  I wasn't going 
to die, of that much I was sure, but I had no idea 
what was going on.  We pulled into the long driveway 
and circled behind the house where the garage was.  
The garage was open and lights were on inside, 
illuminating, I counted, nine figures, one of which 
broke off and walked toward my car.  I couldn't make 
out who any of them were, though.

I didn't have to wait long for that information as the 
man with the gun on me got out of the car and motioned 
me out.  "Todd!" I yelled as I saw him, and he grinned 
at me while peeling off hundreds from the roll he was 
holding.  "Son of a bitch," I muttered as he paid the 
abductor who had driven me, Todd did, the executive vp 
of my company.  The man with the gun on me was still 
behind me when the other people started coming out of 
the garage:  there were all of the other vp's of the 
company--Greg, Mike, David, Anthony, Craig, Don, Andy, 
John, James--and the last man I didn't recognize until 
he gave me a big ugly grin--he was Tom, a janitor I 
had had fired when he had tried to grab my ass.

Stunned immobility gave way to rage as Tom and Mike, 
the two largest of the men, approached and grabbed my 
arms.  "What!" I yelled, "What the hell do you think 
you're doing?  What the hell do you think you're 
doing?"   I struggled as they held my arms, giving 
them everything I had, and I was a big woman, standing 
five foot eight in my bare feet.  On the heels I was 
wearing I topped all but Tom.  "Hey, hey!" I turned as 
my abductors got into my car and pulled away.  My fear 
had gone completely at the familiar faces--these were 
the bastards I knew, the bastards I had dealt with for 
the past couple of years; what the hell did they think 
they were doing.

I stilled as I realized I wasn't going to get loose 
and as Todd approached me, a dangerous look in his 
eyes.  I looked right into those eyes and said, "Tell 
these bastards to let me go, and then explain what the 
hell you are doing."  I saw his lips twitch as I 
spoke, anger clouding his face, and then he hit me in 
the stomach, my breath whooshing out of me as I tried 
to double over in pain.  Oh my god he was crazy, I 
thought as he grabbed my by my hair and backhanded me, 
by head arcing back from the blow as by body jerked in 
the grip of the two men.  I tasted blood in my mouth 
and I saw red.  I glared hatred at him as I struggled 
to regain my balance.

"You pathetic piece of dung," I hissed, "having to 
have others hold me down.  You worm, you mother-loving 
sheep-fucking bastard."  I glared at him and was 
infuriated when he just smiled, and I saw the other 
vp's come up, and one at a time they struck me, either 
hitting me hard in the stomach or slapping he hard 
across the face--each one was allowed one blow, and 
gave it his best.  I thought I was going to vomit as 
Greg finished it up with one more blow to my gut, and 
the men holding my arms let me go to curl up on the 
ground in agony.  Hatred still burned in me, but fear 
also, fear of what was going to happen, fear and 
dread.

I looked up through slitted eyes as Todd stood over 
me.  "You, you stupid bitch," he said, hate dripping 
from his every word, "think you're such hot shit, 
think you're better than us."  I saw him smile, "Well, 
we're here to show you what you're good for, cunt."  
He turned and walked to the garage while Mike and Tom 
half dragged, half carried me into the garage.  As 
they pulled my arms above my head, tying my wrists in 
rope to the rafters overhead, my arms spread to either 
side of my body, I had a chance to look around at the 
garage.  It was well laid out, with a drain in the 
center of the concrete floor, two large couches placed 
in front of the workbench, a large number of tools 
hanging here and there along the walls, ropes, 
pulleys, and leather restraints of some sort hanging 
from the rafters, a few low benches, three sawhorses, 
and a strange looking device supported on four thick 
wooden legs supporting two boards, long side 
horizontal, meeting at a well met V at the tip.  It 
wasn't until I saw the whips and chains and dildos and 
a videocam laid out on a workbench to the side that I 
realized fully what they were planning on doing to me.

My eyes widened as I stood there bound, my arms 
stretched high over my head.  "You don't dare," I 
said, looking straight at Todd, who had lit up a cigar 
and was blowing smoke contentedly as he watched me 
watch him.  "You don't dare touch me, you son of a 
bitch.  I'll have you all thrown in jail for this, you 
bastards!"  I looked around at them all, glaring, and 
saw no sympathy, no remorse.

Todd finally spoke, addressed the other vp's and Tom, 
"Remove that business suit from her--it's obscene on a 
woman."   I began cursing then as eight men stood 
around me, scissors and knives cutting at my $1200 
suit, hands groping my breasts and legs and between my 
legs, making me squirm as they stripped me bare, 
leaving my only my heals to stand on, or I would be 
hanging by my wrists, which were already beginning to 
chaff at the rope.  I was shaking by the time they 
finished, shaking with rage and fear as they stepped 
back after violating me with their hands, mauling my 
breasts and pinching my thighs and pushing their 
filthy fingers against my pussy.

Todd approached me, my breasts heaving with reaction 
to my situation, and looked into my eyes.  He reached 
out and grabbed my left breast, his cigar in his left 
hand, and began squeezing it, making  me wince in 
pain.  "Nice," he said, "very nice," as he squeezed 
the other one like a piece of bread.

"Don't--touch--me," I spat at him, but he merely 
smiled and slid his hand across my flat stomach, his 
touch making my skin crawl.

"You," he said, looking into my eyes again as he 
gripped my left breast painfully in his hand, circling 
it and making the nipple stand out, "you, you no good 
cunt, are going to beg me to fuck you."  I was 
stunned.  "Beg for it slut," he said again, squeezing 
my breast harder.  I spat in his face, the 
satisfaction of my spit on his face washed away as he 
brought the tip of the cigar against my defenseless 
breast.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGG!" I screamed as pain lanced 
through my nipple, increasing exponentially each 
second he held it there.  I vaguely heard cheers and 
cries in the background as I twisted madly in my 
bondage, my feet twisting on the heels as I tried to 
twist my torso away from the incredible pain.

"Now, cunt," Todd spoke as I stood there panting, the 
cigar again in his mouth as he puffed it, my eyes 
locked on the glowing tip, "beg me to fuck you."

Sweat stood out on my body as I said it, "Fuck you, 
you son of aaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG."  More pain 
exploded on my other nipple, my scream torn from my 
throat.  It went on and on and I could _smell_ my 
burning flesh until he finally stopped.

"Again, beg me to fuck you, whore."

I spat in his face again, my long blonde hair fraying 
from around its braid from the violence of my 
thrashing head to fall across my face.  I would never, 
never let this pig break me like that.

He got mean then, and had Anthony hold my head back 
while he forced a thick penis gag into my mouth before 
strapping it closed around the back of my head.  I 
could barely make a sound, but he loved the way my 
eyes looked when he showed me the cane.  Anthony and 
Craig also smiled at my eyes as they showed me their 
whips, one short rubber, the other short, knotted 
leather.  Then the agony started.

My muffled screams must have been an attractant, 
because they all came close, began stripping off their 
clothing as I twisted and writhed in the air, hanging 
from my wrists half the time and they struck my ass my 
thighs my tits my back and my stomach, driving the 
cane and lashes hard against my body, making me buck 
and dance in pain, blood oozing from small cuts across 
my body.  My world was a haze of pain and male shadows 
and the sound of whips and my own garbled screams.  
Finally it ended and I hung in my bonds, limp, my 
wrists starting to ooze blood at they took more and 
more of the weight of my body.

They pulled the gag out, commenting and laughing at my 
beaten body, still burning with pain, and the low 
moans escaping my lips.  "Not so high and mighty now," 
I heard, and "she's gonna love it," "if she moves like 
that when she fucks," "bitch deserves it," "deserves 
more than that," "hurt her more."  I didn't even have 
the strength to raise my head, but someone raised it 
for me, pulling my hair painfully until I was looking 
right into the eyes of Todd, again smoking his cigar.

"Beg me you cunt," he said softly.

I answered him just as softly, "Fuck you."

I was surprised they didn't gag me again.  I saw John 
and James return with pliers.  I shuddered at what was 
next, but I was never going to beg these bastards.  
Another scream was wrenched from my tortured body as 
they each grabbed a nipple with their pliers, pain 
arcing through my body on my poor tortured nipples as 
the began pulling my breasts away from my body until 
they were distorted into obscene cones of flesh.  I 
arched by body to relieve the strain until I was 
hanging by my wrists, my mind only on the agony in my 
breasts and body, my whole from thrust forward, my 
toes barely touching the hard concrete ground, my 
heels lost long ago.

"Beg me slut," I heard vaguely through my moans of 
pain, my head thrashing back and forth in agony.  I 
shook my head and mouthed no, never, and was rewarded 
by the hot touch of the cigar on the undersides of my 
distended breasts, tearing scream after tortured 
scream from my throat, my body quaking and shivering 
in its pain, my skin slick with its own sweat.  He 
burned and he burned and I screamed and screamed and 
then it stopped and the pliers let go of my tormented 
breasts and he pulled my head up to look at him.

I let defiance flash in my eyes, what little defiance 
I had left, as I croaked "never," and he just smiled.

They were ready for this as two men gripped my legs 
from behind and pulled them apart, my body supported 
between them and my tortured wrists.  I struggled 
feebly as I felt the pliers grip my labia, and gasped 
and moaned in pain as they pulled them wide.  I felt a 
finger on my clit, massaging it, and flinched, feeling 
so degraded, so used, so worthless.  I tried to fight 
off the feeling, but this was more than torture--this 
was the ultimate violation.  I could feel my clit 
harden under the rough finger, and then, looking down 
and opening my eyes, I saw my cunt lips gripped 
between pliers spread obscenely wide while Todd was 
about to put on the finishing touch.

"Noooooo!!!" I screamed before the cigar touched my 
hardened clit, the energy of stark terror making me 
twist and jerk in my bonds.  
"AAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG...NOOOOOO...PLEASE...AAAAAHHHHHHHGG
G," I was howling as the hot tip touched my tender 
but, sending the most excruciating agony through my 
body as I struggled futiley in my bonds, my struggles 
only adding to my pain as I tugged at my spread labia 
and wrists.  I didn't think then, just said between 
howls of agony, "FUCK 
ME....AAAHHHHG...PLEASE...AHHHHHGGGGG...FUCK ME..." 
and on and on like that as he moved the tip around on 
my clit, my throat raw now from screaming.

He heard me and stopped, my body throbbing in agony.  
I felt he had ruined my sex and my breasts, and I 
sobbed as I blubbered, "fuck me, please fuck me, I'm 
begging you to stuff your cock in my cunt, please, 
please do it."  I couldn't take any more, I just 
couldn't.  My only thought was to make him happy and 
to make him stop torturing me, the agonizing pain in 
my groin a remembrance of a pain that was a thousand 
times worse just seconds ago.

"That's better," he said, holding my head up by the 
chin.  He looked around at his vp's and his ex-janitor 
and held out his fist, thumb out and to the side.  
"What do you think?  You think I should fuck her, or 
do you think we should beat her some more?"  

Oh my god I thought, praying, praying that they would 
let him fuck me.  I even begged, "Let him fuck me, let 
him slam his cock into my cunt.  Please, please," I 
begged on and on, hating myself, despising myself to 
the core of my being as tears of humiliation and shame 
ran down my face.

Shouts of "fuck her" and "beat her" rang throughout 
the garage, and I didn't know which had won until Todd 
turned back toward me, his thumb still turned 
sideways.  "Looks like we have a tie, cunt, which 
means it's my decision." 

I licked my dry lips, gazing at him from behind a halo 
of blonde hair and throbbing pain, "I'm a good fuck, 
you'll like me, please," I began to whine, "please 
fuck my pussy, please."

"Shut up," he snapped, and I shut up, fear, fear of 
pain, overshadowing even my anger at what they had 
done to me.  He dropped his pants and I almost sighed 
in relief--he was going to fuck me, and then I 
shuddered and realized what I was wishing for, before 
pushing the thought out of my mind.  It meant no more 
pain, no more burning or slashing agony.  "Shut up" he 
said again as he grabbed my legs and pulled them 
around his waist, my weight on his hips and my wrists.  
I grimaced and moaned in pain as he shoved his cock 
into my dry cunt, the agony of the burning reawakening 
in my flesh at the tortured penetration.  "Okay, cunt, 
fuck me, and fuck me good..  If I don't come in ten 
minutes I'm going to beat you again."

Confusion and fear rose in my breast when I realized 
what he wanted--he was going to make me fuck him like 
this, with his hands resting on top of my thighs, 
which were already trembling with having to hold 
myself against him.  The threat though, the threat of 
another beating drove me to flex my thighs, thighs 
strong and lean from years of fanatical exercise, 
sliding my cunt in a circle around his groin, wishing, 
wishing for some of the natural lube from my pussy to 
make it easier, less painful.  For long minutes I 
fucked him, my thighs quivering with agony, only my 
desire to escape another beating keeping me going, my 
breath coming in short gasps as each slight movement 
sent agony lacing up my tortured cunt and across my 
jiggling breasts, but I persevered, sliding his cock 
in and out and around in my cunt, praying that he 
would  come.

Finally my legs gave out and I collapses onto my feet, 
his cock slipping quickly and painfully from my box.  
I saw him smile, and fear gripped my heart.  "Please, 
don't, don't beat me.  Let me try again, please."

"Not so hot now, is she," I heard Anthony say, and 
murmured agreement, laced with "cunt", "whore," and 
"slut."  I was pulling at the ropes on my wrists now, 
not caring about the blood that oozed from around the 
binding, begging, pleading with him to spare me the 
beating, but two of them pulled my legs apart again 
and three grabbed lashed, Todd standing right in front 
of me and the other two to either side.  The agony 
blackened my eyesight as he brought the whip up 
against my burned sex, the pain almost too much, 
dulling  the agony exploding in my breasts as the men 
on either side of me brought their whips down against 
my tit meat.

Again and again the lashes fell, clouds of darkness 
passing over my vision as I howled with each blow, 
torturous animalistic screams of pain and despair as 
the whips cut into my sensitive flesh for what seemed 
forever.  Finally it stopped, and the sharp explosions 
of pain became merely an unbearable burning agony 
through my cunt and breasts.  I felt like I could 
barely breath as Todd placed my knees over his 
shoulders and drove his cock deep into my aching cunt, 
tearing another scream from my raw throat as he began 
fucking me violently, the rape as painful as the 
whipping as his pelvis slammed into my beaten, 
bruised, burned flesh.  I screamed and thrashed and 
bucked in agony as he fucked me, driving him quickly 
to orgasm, his come a relief in my tortured box.

They unbound me then, letting me fall to the ground 
and curl up in a fetal position.  I felt a toe tap my 
beaten ass and Craig's voice.  "Okay cunt.  Get on 
your hands and knees and give me a nice blow job if 
you don't want more of the whip."  Every muscle 
protesting, every nerve screaming in pain, I moved 
onto my hands and knees, feeling almost blindly for 
his legs, my fear of what they could do to me 
overriding everything but my need to keep them happy.  
The concrete was hard beneath my hands and knees as I 
swayed there, my tits throbbing and my groin blazing 
in pain, barely manageable, my head lifting to lust 
and hate-filled gazes, until I locked on Craig, 
sitting on a couch a distance away, naked, his cock 
jutting upward obscenely.

I focused on that cock as I crawled painfully across 
the ground, my knees being bruised by the hard 
concrete, until I would reach up with my hands and 
encircle it, until I could bring my lips over and 
around it, his cock filling my mouth.  My only thought 
was to make him come, to make him come so he wouldn't 
beat me, so I used all my skill with my mouth on his 
cock, working it like a whore, the words of the other 
vp's heaping humiliation upon me.

"Look at her go", "what a cocksucker", "always knew 
she was a whore", "bet she deep throats", "hot piece 
of ass", "fuck her next" "get it on camera...don't 
miss anything."

He was holding out, I could tell, even as I squeezed 
his balls with my hands and made little moaning sounds 
in my throat.  I began to panic, not wanting it to 
take so long he would grow angry, and swallowed him, 
taking his cock deep into my throat and bobbing up and 
down on it rapidly until I felt him tense.  I pulled 
his cock back into my mouth as he spurted the first 
burst of come, my throat swallowing quickly as he 
yanked my mouth from his cock, another spurt of come 
striking my cheek, a third shooting into my mouth and 
against my lips, until it throbbed, oozing come from 
its slit, come which I quickly sucked up, cleaning my 
face with my fingers before sucking the come off them, 
cleaning his cock with my lips and tongue.

When I was done I looked up expectantly at Craig, and 
he grinned a big shit-eating grin and said those words 
I so wanted to hear, "Good job slut.  No beating for 
that performance."  I sighed in relief only to be 
grabbed by the hair and pulled to my feet.

I stood, my hands on Tom's wrist as he held me before 
him, his face a mask of lust and hatred.  "Tell me how 
much you want my cock, slut," he growled, "and when I 
fuck you, you're going to love it or else."  With 
those words he threw me to the ground, adding more 
bruised to my collection.  He turned me onto my back 
and positioned himself between my legs, his snarling 
face just above mine.

I began begging him, "Please fuck my cunt, fill me 
full of your meat.  I need it so bad, so bad.  I need 
your cock."  I was running my hands up and down his 
body while I encircled my legs around his waist, 
humping my cunt up against him.  When he fucked into 
me I turned my gasp of pain into one of pleasure, 
still spewing "Oh god it feels so 
good...Aaaaahhhhg...so good...oh oh oh...yes...fuck 
me....ah ah oh aaahhhg...harder...harder...uuhhgg  
uhg...your so good...oh uhg...fill me up," and on and 
on as he drove into my battered cunt like a 
piledriver, pain making me gasp and cry out, pain 
which I made to simulate pleasure as I writhed beneath 
him, clenching my thighs tight around his waist as he 
fucked me hard, coming with a gasp, cueing me to cry 
out as I bucked in pain against him, "oohhh yes! yes!  
I'm coming!  Aaaaahhhhhh!"

When he pulled out he looked down at my prone body and 
spat on me, and a small part of me cringed inside, 
while the rest was thankful that I wasn't going to get 
beaten again.  Greg was the next to climb between my 
legs, and he was easier, my cunt more lubed now, my 
body still burning in pain, but lessened pain, from 
the torture before.  I went through the act again, 
even pulling his mouth to mine and kissing him deeply 
to make him come faster, moaning and crying out all 
the time.  They were all enjoying themselves watch me 
make a whore out of myself, and as much as I hated it 
I was happy.  The more happy they were the less chance 
they would beat me.  Mike followed Greg in my cunt and 
laughed when he finished, proclaiming it a bit sloppy 
for further use.

David made me suck him while he was standing up, and 
demanded that I deep throat him, his hands gripping 
the back of my head as he fucked my face brutally 
before spraying his come over my face and making me 
lick it clean.  I knew what was coming when Anthony 
told me to get on my knees, bend over, and grab my 
ankles from between my legs.  I had never been 
assfucked before, but he was going to do it now, him 
and maybe the five others who were laughing and joking 
with the ones who had already taken me.

He wanted me to beg for it up the ass too, so I did, 
turning my head and pleading, "I want you, so bad, so 
bad, in the ass, fuck me in the ass, slide your hard 
tool into my hot ass.  Fill me up, hurt me, fuck me 
hard."  I gasped as he slipped it into my cunt, wet 
with other men's come, some of which had slid down my 
thighs to dry there, a reminder of my rape.  I felt 
totally dominated in this position, totally helpless 
as he stroked my cunt a few times with his cock, his 
hands gripping my hips.  He pulled out and I sucked in 
my breath as he pressed it against my ass, harder, 
harder....

"AAAAAaaahhhhhhggggg!" I howled as he broke through, 
the pain equal to anything I had felt before, my hands 
gripping my ankles hard as I held on, my whole body 
trembling as I screamed, "oh god yes fuck yes so 
good!", my mind rebelling at the pain as his cock 
forced its way deep into my bowel, making me feel like 
it was tearing me apart, tearing scream after 
shuddering scream from my throat even while I begged 
for more, fear of the whip and of the rope paralyzing 
my mind with fear.  Each thrust was agony, even his 
fingers on my hips and ass filled me with pain, but I 
kept gasping out "fuck me, fuck my ass, hurt me 
harder, faster," wishing he would come, trying to make 
him come, even as I trembled and squealed as he 
pounded my ass slowly, my ass so tight he could not go 
any faster.

When he finally came Craig replaced him, and the pain 
was less, although I felt the warmth of blood fill my 
ass, and wondered remotely how badly I was torn up.  
Don followed Craig in my ass, fucking it until it was 
obscenely distended.  Nine down, I thought vaguely, 
knowing that they would want more than one chance at 
my body, but fearing their first time the most.

"Get up."  It was John.  He motioned me to lay across 
a narrow leather swing on my stomach, so I did, my ass 
protruding far up in the air as I hung here  three 
feet above the ground.  I begged as he and Andy 
grabbed my limbs and tied me horizontal in the air, 
spread-eagled, "please don't beat me, don't hurt me.  
Please fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my mouth, fuck my 
cunt.  I'll make it good for you, I will.  I'll make 
you come," but they weren't interested in just fucking 
me, they wanted to make me hurt.

I was stretched out like a sacrificial offering, my 
tortured breasts hanging heavily beneath me, still 
throbbing from the beating, while they rummaged around 
with the tools.  I had stopped begging, realizing that 
it wasn't going to do any good, a numb acceptance 
creeping over me, scaring me more than even my begging 
had.  Each returned with a huge monkey wrench, each 
almost two feet long, and fastened them to each breast 
until I was howling and screaming as they compressed 
my tit-meat to half its size, leaving them hanging 
from my tortured breasts, their weight tearing them 
from my chest, each movement sending them swinging 
agonizingly.

Each twitch of my body sent agony coursing through my 
tits, a howl of pure torture escaping my lips as John 
plunged his cock into my cunt, a howl which was 
quickly muffled when Andy stuffed his cock deep into 
my mouth and down my throat.  They began fucking me 
then, from both ends, using me like a hanging piece of 
meat, my throat spasming around Jame's cock as each 
thrust sent the monkey wrenches swaying under my bound 
body.  When the whips started to fall against my ass I 
began bucking and writhing and twisting, every nerve 
afire with pain, every motion adding to my agony as my 
cunt and throat spasmed in pain around the invading 
cocks.  I don't know how long they fucked me, but it 
couldn't have been long before they spewed their come 
into my helpless body.

The wrenches were removed from my tits as I hung 
there, and then a hose was brought over and turned on, 
and they hosed me off.  I really didn't care, but when 
they stuffed it up my cunt I squirmed at the pressure, 
and squirmed even more when the repeated it in my ass.  
Finally they decided I was clean, my long blonde hair 
hanging wet in a veil about my face.  I was thankful 
for that, a slight hope in my heart that now they 
would let me go.

"Hey Todd," I heard David say, "Anthony here says he 
can make the slut come."  I shuddered at the words.  
Was he crazy?  My whole body was aching with pain, my 
breasts throbbed like they were going to explode, my 
cunt had been burned and whipped and fucked dry 
brutally and now must be swollen, gross, and red.  My 
ass ached from its fucking and my buttocks burned from 
the lashes it had taken.  Small scabs laced my body 
where the whips had broken the skin.  I had just been 
raped by nine men I hated, humiliated in front of 
them.  How could anyone think they could make me come?

They let me hang there for fifteen minutes while they 
argued, letting my mind clear.  I had begged them to 
fuck me, and I knew I would do it again.  Anything was 
worth escaping the beating and pain they had inflicted 
upon me.  My pride was dented, but not gone, and my 
self-worth hung on grimly to my pride.  They had had 
to tie me up and beat me to control me, but they 
couldn't keep me bound forever, although I feared they 
could.

I heard them finally come to a decision--Anthony would 
get forty minutes to make me come with his eighty 
thousand dollars against ten thousand of each of 
theirs, Todd covering Tom's stake.  I noticed they 
were all in a great mood--probably from raping me, I 
thought contemptuously, but skittered from that 
thought so that it didn't show through--as they lifted 
me from my bonds and laid me on a short, trapezoidal 
table, narrow at the shoulders and widening out at my 
hips.  My head hung over the end as they pulled my 
arms straight down to bind them to the legs of the 
table.  My knees were bent beneath my legs and my 
ankles were tied to the top of the legs of the table, 
my ass resting on the edge.  The position left my legs 
spread wide and my swollen, burned cunt exposed 
lewdly.

The position was not that uncomfortable, and after 
what I had been through I began to relax.  I felt 
someone sit down between my spread legs and figured it 
was Anthony, that putz.  I took a deep breath as I 
felt his warm breath on my thighs, pain lancing 
through me as the skin on my chest stretched with my 
ribcage.  I was fucked up, but from what I had seen 
when they had taken me down it wasn't as bad as it 
felt.  I saw some of the men upside down going into 
the house, leaving the door open.  I relaxed even more 
as the warm air from Anthony's body blew against my 
cunt--he didn't try to touch me or kiss my cunt--he 
just sat there, breathing warm air across  my swollen 
lips.  For the first time that evening I was given a 
chance to relax, and I took it.

I had closed my eyes when I heard the noises of a tv 
and then laughter.  The sound was turned up and the 
blood went cold in my veins.  I heard my voice, 
begging to be fucked, begging to have their cock in my 
cunt--they had taped it.  I shivered as I realized 
what they had--me acting like the biggest slut in the 
world surrounded by nine men.  They could ruin me, I 
thought as I heard my simulated cries of passion.  
Despair flooded me even as Anthony's lips brushed my 
nether lips and I twitched away from him a touch.  
Then my mind went into overdrive and I started 
thinking about how to get ahold of that tape and 
escape.  With that tape and what a doctor would see on 
my body I would be able to  hang them all.  Hope rose 
in my breast but I shoved it down, maintaining my calm 
as the company men laughed at watching my debasement 
replayed on tape.

"Shut that door," I heard Anthony say to David, who 
was still in the garage with Mike.  Thankfully the 
noise of my repeated rapes was muted, and I closed my 
eyes again to relax and regain my strength.  I didn't 
know what they had planned for me next, but I hoped to 
god it wouldn't be as painful as before, and I would 
do anything, anything to prevent that.

I could still feel Anthony's lips hovering near my 
swollen, abused labia, his breath moistening my flesh.  
I was cold to him, remembering how he had raped my 
ass, making me beg him to slam his cock deep into my 
virgin bowels.  I was happy only for the lack of 
painful attention, happy for the chance to relax.  I 
began to slowly drift off as I became more and more 
relaxed.

Suddenly my eyes snapped open as I felt his lips press 
against my labia, his tongue softly pressing between 
them toward my tortured clit.  I squirmed and 
whimpered as I realized I was wet--how long had I been 
asleep?  What Anthony was doing was worse than the 
beating, worse than the fucking, worse even than 
making me beg for it--he was turning me on, turning on 
my aching, beaten raped body.  I tried to deny it, 
tried to wish it out of existence, but I couldn't, it 
was there.  My cunt lips ached as blood swelled them 
even more, making them throb.  My clit felt like it 
was going to explode with a strange mixture of pain 
and pleasure.  I choked down a moan, not knowing how 
he was doing it, how he was bringing pleasure to a 
place where the slightest touch would have brought a 
shriek of agony from my throat just minutes before.  
Somehow, he was, making stomach flutter in pleasure as 
he rode me higher on the edge between pain and 
pleasure with his tongue and his lips and his hot 
breath.

"Ten minutes left," I heard David say, and then I knew 
I had been under for almost thirty minutes, thirty 
minutes I had left my body defenseless before this 
onslaught of pleasure.  I didn't know if I could hold 
out ten more minutes, ten more minutes of his tongue 
sending chills just short of agony coursing through my 
body.  I had begun to sweat again, and I felt my cunt 
drooling cunt juice into my ass-crack and I shuddered 
again, my mouth hanging open.  I knew Anthony sensed 
it, and I knew David and the other men in the room 
sensed it too--there must have been half of them now.  
My face blushed hot with shame, with humiliation, as 
the minutes dragged by and Anthony teased me higher 
and higher on that knife's edge of  pleasure/pain.  I 
was gasping huge breaths of air in when I heard "Two 
minutes left," and I fought my body, fought it, trying 
to hold my growing orgasm in.

My thighs began shaking and a moan escaped from my 
lips as my body betrayed me, despising myself, hating 
myself, wishing I had never been born as Anthony 
sensed my capitulation and sucked my burned whipped 
clit hard into his mouth, jerking his tongue over it 
viciously, pain merging with pleasure to send me 
crashing and thrashing into orgasm, sharp gasps of 
pleasure escaping my lips as I jerked about on the 
table top, Anthony gripping my thighs, his tongue 
driving me higher and higher into pleasure until it 
was too much and I collapsed, spent.

Stunned silence followed, to break into applause as 
Anthony stood and bowed mockingly, and I turned my 
head and began to cry, completely broken now, nothing 
more than three holes to be fucked by these men.

It had taken me twenty two years to complete my 
education, another two to graduate with an MBA from 
Harvard, and nine long years to become a vice 
president of the company, and just two short hours to 
have all that stripped from me, to be turned into 
three holes for these men to fuck.  My self-loathing 
knew no bounds--I had orgasmed at the hands of my 
rapist.  They let me sob on the table as they 
congratulated Anthony, laughing at my degradation, 
before untying me and beginning to use my body again.

They didn't demand I beg them to fuck me, although I 
would have, instead enjoying my continuous tears, my 
body limp and broken like my will.  They took me in 
the ass and the cunt and the mouth, all eleven of 
them, and two of them took me twice, until I was 
stuffed with come, come leaking out of my cunt and 
ass, come plastering my hair to my face.  I didn't 
care--all I could think about was that wave of hated 
pleasure washing over me as Anthony gnawed on my 
burned, beaten, clit.  When they were finally done two 
of them, I don't remember which two, held me up while 
another hosed me off.  Then I was carried into the 
house and laid on the plush carpet, falling into a 
deep sleep from which I hoped never to awaken.

I did awaken though, sore and aching and tired, two 
naked feet leading my eyes up into those of Anthony 
peering down at me as I crouched on the floor.  For a 
moment a thought of overpowering him flashed through 
my mind, but died even before I felt the cuffs on my 
ankles attached by a small foot long chain.  It 
wouldn't have mattered anyway--what did I have to 
escape to?  Despair filled me as he spoke.

"Ah, finally awake.  I figured you'd need a little 
sleep after your ordeal."  He touched her face gently, 
and I quivered inside at his gentleness, hating it and 
hating myself for responding to it.  "Before I let you 
do anything I had better explain a few things to you."  
He seemed so reasonable, I thought, but after what had 
been done to me it was reasonable that I was chained 
at the feet of this man.

I listened because I had nothing else to do and what 
he had to say might be important, must be important if 
he was saying it--I would have felt the same if any of 
the men who had raped me was saying it.  He explained 
that I would be kept in this house from now on, with 
each one of the eleven coming over to look after me 
every day, with each Saturday being a day when they 
all came over to use me.  If I tried to escape my 
punishment would be worse that I could imagine, ten 
times worse than what they had done to me this night.  
He even told me my new name--I cared nothing about 
losing the old one--Meat.  My new name was Meat, 
because, he said, that was what I was, a piece of meat 
to be used for the pleasure of the company men and 
their friends.

He continued and I continued listening as he explained 
the rules, rules I would have to follow to escape 
punishment, and I quailed at the remembrance of 
punishment.  I would speak only when commanded or only 
when questioned.  I was to call all men Master and all 
women Mistress.  I was to obey every command of my 
Master or Mistress without hesitation--even hesitation 
would be punished.  I was to wear a collar, ankle 
cuffs, and wrist cuffs at all times except when 
cleaning myself, when I could remove them.  I was to 
wear a special leather bra which supported my breasts, 
pushing them up and together without covering them at 
all, to be removed only when my Master or Mistress 
commanded me to remove it.  I would only stand when 
commanded or when performing my household duties, 
which, he explained to me, included cooking and 
cleaning the kitchen--a maid would come in every day 
and do the rest.  Whenever my Master or Mistress came 
near I was to assume the submissive position, which he 
showed me, on my knees, sitting on my heels, my feet 
together, my knees spread wide apart to expose my sex, 
my back straight and my torso back, my wrists crossed 
behind my back, my head staring at my Master's or 
Mistress's feet.  These were the basics, he said; more 
would come later.

A small part of my mind howled at my situation, howled 
at being an enslaved fuck toy for these men who were 
not my equal in anything else but strength and 
viciousness, but that part of my mind had shrunk so 
small when I had orgasmed that it was but a soft 
gibbering in the back of my thoughts, which grew 
softer with each passing minute.
