Rape Toys

Chapter 15 – Force Fucked

“Party time!”

Double D's gang of pimps surged into the dungeon cell and surrounded poor naked Loretta, looking down with predatory eyes on her panting nude form. They would each get a chance to put the new white whore in her place. They would also discover her dirty little secret.

Deeply distressed, Loretta found her private parts on full display in a room filled with cruel-eyed strangers, surrounded by fully dressed, strong black men. Completely helpless, the naked beauty was still clamped firmly to the heavy wooden chair. A studded black leather collar secured Loretta's pale white neck to the back of the chair. Thick leather cuffs fastened her slim wrists to the arms and her shapely ankles to the fat front legs. A thick greased prong angled up from the back of the chair of the seat-less chair. It was worked deeply into her rectum, forcing the pink-faced pulchritudinous pimp magnet to sit up and arch out, presenting her crotch and tits beautifully, wriggling and jiggling in a frantic frenzy. A sawed off shovel handle was buried in her aching cunt, rammed in deep and twisted hard so that her cunt had swelled up, gripping it tightly. Her bruised labia were an angry red, fully distended and puckered prettily around the invasive shovel handle.

Blushing furiously, Loretta was feeling a lot of pressure, as she was the only female, the only white and the only nude in the room. She squirmed and squealed, as they stripped away any remnant of her dignity and self-respect.

Her titmeat was hefted and squeezed, like shoppers testing the firmness of a roll of toilet paper. Her nipples were pinched and pulled, tugged tweaked and twisted until they were erect and dark red. Like Double D, his buddies liked a bitch whose nipples were so easily teased erect.

Large black hands stroked her smooth shapely legs, squeezing her calves and massaging her naked thighs, savouring the firmness and suppleness of her sweet flesh. A pavement princess needs good legs. After all, the skimpy micro-miniskirts that were in her future would barely cover her cunt.

Strong black hands roamed impudently over her helpless bare bod, feeling her up, groping her, rubbing her flat tummy, squeezing her calves and thighs, kneading and fondling the smooth creamy skin of her beautifully rounded buttocks, mashing and crushing her tits, pinching and tweaking her genitals. All of this obscenely invasive intimacy had the dual benefits of seeing what the new white meat had to offer and making sure that Loretta knew who owned every square inch of her fully exposed flesh.

Speaking of cunts, Loretta gasped and arched upwards as the shovel handle was forced in hard and twisted around brutally inside her, stirring her honey pot vigorously, making her vaginal passage burn along its full length. She cried out, breathing heavily, as the thick handle pressed painfully against her cervix, opening her up wide and penetrating her as deeply as possible. A magic marker was used mark the spot on the handle next to her cuntlips. She groaned as the shovel handle was abruptly jerked out, leaving an aching void burning deep inside her. The depth of her cunt was revealed to all. The pimps looked at the shovel handle with interest for it told them how much of a man the new slut could handle between her legs.

Her cuntlips were pinched and spread wide, exposing lots of pink. Strong fingers tugged and twisted her inner and outer labia, testing their stretch and elasticity. Loretta grunted and squealed like a pig at a slaughterhouse as a thick black thumb and forefinger delved deeply into her most intimate orifice and then spread wide in a V inside her, testing her tool tunnel for tightness.

It was time to put the new cunt to work and turn her into a hard-humping whore. A fast and furious team cream cuts the snot out of even the haughtiest bitch. It's not that Loretta was feeling very high and mighty at this point, but a new whore must be ground pitilessly and cored completely. After that, repeatedly robbed of all dignity and self-respect, she is no trouble at all, a marketable piece of fuckmeat. A regular maintenance routine of pimp slappings and beatings keeps her motivated and fucking hard, performing the most obscene, depraved and degrading sexual acts shamelessly and without hesitation for her black masters.

There is no more ruthless Master than someone whose ancestors were slaves. Payback is a deeply satisfying thing. Black pimps love tenderizing succulent white meat.

Loretta was unstrapped from the chair and eased off the rectal hook. The thick prong burned and scraped her agonisingly and with humiliating intimacy as it was pulled out of her asshole. Her pretty feet were uncuffed and slipped out of the steel cups. Strong black fingers parted her cute little toes and wormed between them. Her pretty feet curled as fingernails rasped over the sensitive soles.

Surrounded by powerful black men, each of whom was bigger, stronger and fiercer than she was, poor naked Loretta was overwhelmed completely. The pimps had a very physical, ‘hands on' approach to breaking in a new fuckslut. Loretta was manhandled over to the bed, squealing like a scared little piggy, being pinched hard, groped intimately, finger fucked and goosed encouragingly every inch of the way.

She was thrown onto the bed. As her beautiful bare bod bounced on the mattress, strong black fingers encircled her slim white ankles and her shapely legs were jerked apart and spread wide, exposing her swollen fuckhole.

Like it or not, naked on her back with her legs spread wide, lovely Loretta was totally vulnerable, ripe for rape.

Double D dropped his drawers and, diving into his work, threw himself heavily on top of her, punching the breath from her lungs as he rammed his thick dripping dick deep inside her. Loretta squirmed like a pinned butterfly as she gasped frantically, feeling his thick dick forcing itself into her fuckhole with brutal invasiveness and then savagely pulling out, a cruel act of intimate violation that was repeated over and over and over again.

Rhythmically, Loretta grunted like a pig as he pounded in and out of her aching fuckhole, opening her bruised orifice like a battering ram with each savagely invasive thrust. He bounced hard on her tits, making her ribs ache and repeatedly driving the breath from her lungs.

At last, with enormous relief, she felt him unload copiously inside her. Loretta sobbed gratefully as his big black firehose pumped her cunt full of viscous slime. His orgasm was so hard and powerful that she could feel it fountaining inside her. She could smell her own sweat as she panted hard, her bruised ribs aching with each breath.

Her relief was short-lived as he wrapped his fist in her hair, twisting it around his hand until the roots of her hair felt like they were on fire, being ripped out of her scalp. Loretta sobbed, her small hands gripping his thick wrist, trying futilely to ease the pressure as he dragged her from the bed onto her knees on the floor.

A bitch has to accept discipline for a poor performance. He pimp-slapped her ringingly. A sobbing, sweating slut pimp-slaps beautifully, the wetness of her face amplifying each blow. He waited until her vision and hearing cleared and some vestige of intelligence returned to Loretta's bloodshot, tearful eyes.

“You shouldn't just lie there like a dumb cunt that doesn't know any better. You should be pumping your hips, squeezing your cunt tight, pointing your toes prettily for the benefit of all the guys watching you. You should be using your tongue, moaning ecstatically, whispering lewd encouragement in the fucker's ear, running your hands over his body, groping, fondling and squeezing. You should try and get the guy off as quickly as possible so you can move on to entertaining your next customer. We want you to be a real high volume whore.”

Her hair tossed as he slapped her flaming face hard once more to drive the point home, in case she had somehow missed it.

“Got it, bitch?”

Loretta nodded, her scalp on fire, her face burning, her voice hoarse.

“Yes, sir.”

He jerked upwards on her hair. Loretta hurriedly scrambled to her feet. He pointed her at the nearest of his grinning pimp buddies.

“Do him.”

He shoved her into his arms. Terrified, she crushed her breasts against his chest, her erect nipples boring in. She hugged him close, massaging his buns with both hands. Loretta parted his lips with her strong muscular tongue and demonstrated her considerable linguistic expertise. She kneaded his crotch with her naked thigh and pumped her hips like a horny dog humping someone's leg, massaging his erection encouragingly with her bare thigh.

Her rapist pushed her onto the bed and fell on top of her. As instructed, Loretta spread her shapely legs and pointed her dainty toes prettily. Her groin muscles flexed visibly as she tightened her cunt around his plunging blacksnake. She licked his ear and, placing her lips close, she breathily whispered obscene encouragement.

Double D was delighted. A spoiled white hottie jerked out of a cozy, pampered princess type of life usually needed a lot more encouragement to do the nasty so convincingly. Some of his more short-lived sluts had broken down completely under his admittedly strenuous regime, their delicate whitebread sensitivities not up to anything more than sobbing their way hysterically through repeated gang rapes and shrieking mindlessly through long, gruelling torture sessions. Lovely Loretta was obviously a bit of a pain pig and was handling the abuse like a well-pounded old pro. Obviously, her past contained a special someone or a few special someones who had done some up-front work fucking her over. As his buddy promptly unloaded inside her, Double D knew that he had picked a real moneymaker.

The school of hard knocks was Double D's favourite academy for white babes. Double D's whores quickly learned to accept the most intimate sexual handling. The ones that lasted longest also developed a high tolerance for being beaten, humiliated, fucked over and forced to perform the most painfully degrading acts in front of large groups of men.

He dragged Loretta by her curly brown hair out of the bed so that she was naked on her knees facing her next challenge.

Her cute face was an inch away from Big Billy Blacksnake's bulging crotch. What was required of her was obvious. Double D waved a pair of pliers threateningly under her nose.

“No teeth, bitch. You use your teeth and I'll pull every last one of them out of your fucking head!”

Thus encouraged, Loretta unbuckled and unbuttoned Big Billy Blacksnake's baggy pants. The noise of his zipper seemed unusually loud to her as she pulled it down, revealing the largest cock Loretta had ever seen. He stepped out of his baggy pants without taking off his boots.

His cock was already hard. A large pearl drop of pre-cum glistened on the pee slit, quivering as large veins inside his thick dick pulsed visibly, throbbing with each heartbeat of engorging blood. He dragged his big black cock over her face, sighing deeply as he enjoyed the feel of her hot smooth skin on his hard dick. His pre-cum left a trail of white slime on her red face. He rubbed the tip over her lips. Pre-cum continued to seep out. The thick salty fluid leaked into her mouth, giving her a taste. Cum dribbled down her chin.

Trying to be a good little whore, Loretta took his huge hairy balls in her mouth, humming gently while she rubbed his monstrous erect member with her nose, getting a good whiff of the musky man smell infusing his pubic hairs in the process. Inside her head, Loretta told herself that she was a tough, sexually experienced woman. She began to feel confident that she could handle this.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Once a bitch has been raped over thoroughly, she is never the same again. The whole object of the exercise is to produce a deeply traumatised, completely cowed cunt, an anxious little fuck-bunny entirely controlled by her all-consuming fear.

He gripped her hair and twisted hard. As Loretta opened her mouth to scream he clamped her head in a vice like grip with both hands and forced his huge cock into her gaping gullet. Her eyes opened wide. She could feel the huge veins along the side of his thick dick pulsing against her lips. Her tongue moved up to try and force him out, but she succeeded only in pleasuring him further as his thick black snake jumped with joy in response and slithered over her saliva slick tongue.

He grasped her jaw, opened her mouth wider, tilted her head back and pressed harder. Her throat protested, strongly resisting at first. Then, with a hard gulp, it opened, giving passage to his rigid tool. G ripping the back of her head, he forced his raping ramrod in as far as it would go. He grunted rhythmically as he pumped in and out of her throat. His stomach pressed against her face, squashing her nose flat, making it hard for her to breath. His heavy, sperm-laden balls bounced against her chin. Eyes watering, she gagged and choked each time he rammed the mushroom head of his dick deep into the hot moist confines of her tiny throat.

It hurt each time he fucked into her, his body smashing into her face. He did not care about her pain, only his pleasure.

He moved her head up and down his cock, gripping her tightly by the ears. It felt like they were being ripped off.

“Suck it good, slut. Come on! You can do better than that! You don't want me to whup your ass when I'm done, do you? I've got a whip that will slice you open to the bone with each stroke.”

The huge cock in her mouth swelled even larger. Poor terrified Loretta was careful not to get her teeth in the way. Wrapping her hair around his hands, he clamped her head so hard that she thought it was going to explode like a watermelon hit by a shotgun blast. He began to fuck her face furiously, slamming so deep that her nose was mashed into his pubic hair. This was no blowjob. He was just using her as a sex hole, raping her throat, force fucking her face with a savagely relentless pile driver rhythm.

Her whole body was jerking with a gag reflex she couldn't control. Her nude body thrashed and twisted, spasming wildly in rhythm with his thrusts. Her bare breasts shook like jello in an earthquake. Her fists flailed the air ineffectually. She was consumed by a fear of smothering, panic-stricken at having no more air.

After that, he came quickly. The brutal assault climaxed in a pulsating, throbbing gush of cum that shot straight down her throat. As Loretta's vision darkened, on the very verge of blacking out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out.

His pulsing cock, still fountaining cum, flooded her mouth. His withdrawing prick firehosed hot, sour cum down her throat, into her mouth and over her flinching, gasping face. She looked like a rabid dog. Her mouth was filled and her tongue was coated with his foul tasting semen. It seemed to never end. Loretta choked and gagged. His cock had forced a voluminous quantity of cum straight down her throat and into her stomach as well as flooding her mouth and sinuses.

Loretta sobbed around his huge, spewing tool as he playfully slapped her face with his dick. She simultaneously struggled to swallow his cum and breathe in air, while trying hard not to vomit. It was too much for her whirling brain to cope with at once and she sucked some of his cum into her lungs. As she whooped and coughed, he wiped his dripping dick off in her hair.

Big Billy ran his thumb along the underside of his thick prick from the base of his scrotum to the tip his dick, squeezing out the last drops of cum from his pee tube into a big liquescent pearl drop, which he rubbed off into her ear hole. Loretta shuddered as she felt it trickle down deep inside her head, a creepy unnerving sensation.

Big Billy grinned down at her in triumph as he watched her eyes flood with tears of shame and humiliation. Her hair was sticky with his cum. His cum flowed down her face to drip onto her tits and from her dark red nipples onto the floor.

Her scrunched up face was contorted in a rictus of horror and revulsion.

“Enjoying the taste, bitch? Want some more? Let's see how much more loving you can handle...”

As he turned her over to his buddies for more ‘loving' he loosened his grip of her slimy hair. Loretta collapsed to the floor and curled up in a foetal ball, coughing and retching. Cum, snot, spit and vomit pooled on the floor under her.

They looked down at her crying hard, squirming in a nasty puddle of bodily fluids, her nude form shaking with deep wracking sobs. As he pulled his pants back on, Big Billy became a sensitive, caring male. Shouting down at her, he kicked her bare butt with the toe of his boot.

“Hey bitch, was it good for you?”

His buddies sniggered as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her to her knees.

“Get up from the floor you stupid bitch. You've lots more fucking to do!”

She looked up at him; her cute face a study in misery. Tears ran down her cheeks as she turned on the faucets full blast. She whimpered pathetically.

“Why? Why me?”

She looked up at him pleadingly.

“Please go away, I won't tell anyone about this...”

The room echoed with the crisp crack of male flesh on female flesh as he pimp slapped her hard in the face. Her pretty sperm slimed head snapped form side to side. She started breathing rapidly as she braced herself to absorb another beating.

“Stupid white cunt! You're our bitch now. What the fuck do you think is happening here? Pretty white bitches always think they can play guys for fools to get their way! Do you think that your sad little whitebread Barbie routine is a winner? Think again, bitch!”

She looked up at him in absolute misery, tears streaming pathetically down her sad face. All this did was earn her more abuse.

To make things crystal clear to Loretta, he worked over her pretty face with a series of ringing slaps that sounded like pistol shots. Her curly brown hair tossed as her head snapped sharply under this powerfully educational series of savage slaps. She stood swaying on her knees, a pimp slapped whore, her wet face flaming. Pulling hard on her hair, he shook her head like a cat worrying a rat.

“Why are we doing this? Because we enjoy fucking over the likes of you, you stuck up white slut! We liked the look of you, so we took you. That's the way it works, fuckhead. We wondered what it would be like to rape you, fuck you like a slut and now we're finding out, like a whole bunch of your customers are going to be finding out, as you become our fucking sucking whore!”

He bent her head back so that she was staring up at him from her knees on the floor, her eyes wide.

“New flash, white meat: you're our fucking whore and fucking whores get no fucking respect!”

He jerked her head back even farther. Each root of her tightly stretched hair screamed a message of pain from her burning scalp to her reeling brain. He spelled it out to her in terms that even the most deeply traumatised, brain scrambled bimbo could comprehend.

“Your new life is simple. We get the money. You get fucked. Understand, bitch?”

Loretta nodded numbly, staring up into the face of the suddenly angry black man..

“You think that you're too good for us, white bitch? Think again, cunt!”

He grabbed her wrist and forced it up high behind her back. Loretta opened her mouth to cry out and within seconds a ball gag was shoved into it. Big Billy smirked as he mimicked a polite customer service clerk.

“Thank you for your co-operation.”

Loretta felt the hard rubber red ball as it was forced between her lips and squeezed past her teeth.

“Nobody likes a whiny slut, so we have to help you to shut the fuck up.”

The huge rubber ball was much more uncomfortable than she would have expected. Once crammed behind her teeth, it held her jaws open painfully wide. She fought down the urge to gag, bending forward as he cinched the straps holding the gag in place brutally tight behind her head. Loretta whimpered as the ball was forced in deeper, increasing her discomfort. The rubber taste filled her mouth. With her mouth propped wide open, completely filled by the rubber ball, Loretta started to drool like a retard. The leather straps cut into the corners of her mouth.

He tied her slim wrists together behind her back, using a thick black plastic tie that, once it was cinched tight, could only be cut loose.

Time to open Loretta's reeling mind to a few more possibilities.

Her face flinched as he flicked the switchblade open in front of her eyes. Her heart turned to ice. Surely he wouldn't cut her, damage the merchandise? Helplessly, she felt the sharpness as he trailed the blade over her right breast.

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T errified, paralysed with fear, she couldn't move a muscle. Scared that the smallest twitch on her part would get her sliced open, only her wide-open eyes moved as they followed the path of the blade over her bare skin. She knew total hysterical panic at his next words.

“Maybe you're not good enough to be a whore. I think I should take a couple of nipples as a souvenir.”

He looked around at the others.

“What say? After I slice off the bitch's nipples, should I gut her like a fish and let her bleed out?”

To Loretta's horror, they shrugged with elaborate indifference.

“Bitch doesn't seem too keen.”

Loretta began shaking her head, shrieking with terror into the ball gag as she felt his sharp blade press lightly against her nipple. He circled the aureolae with the sharp point, scraping but not cutting. Part of her was trying to believe that he surely wouldn't do it, that they were just messing with her mind. The horror was that after all that had happened to her, she couldn't be sure. They looked and sounded deadly serious. Maybe she couldn't fuck good enough to be their whore. Her self-image as a tough, sexually sophisticated woman began to crumble.

“Just take a deep breath white meat, it'll be over in a few seconds.”

Hands gripped her shoulders, holding her kneeling in place. Big Billy pinched her nipple hard and pulled it away from her chest. He rested the sharp blade underneath. Caving in to complete hysteria, Loretta frantically screeched her eagerness to please into the ball gag, promising to do better, almost fainting in her extreme fear.

The cruel black men stared down hard at the naked kneeling nookie, watching her sob hysterically, making desperate begging and pleading noises through her gag, her frantic eyes darting everywhere, huge and beseeching.

Allowing her a moment of overwhelming, mind-melting panic and hysteria, Big Billy looked solemnly into her eyes.

“Do you want another chance, bitch?”

Loretta nodded like a bobble head doll.

“Do you want to fuck for us?”

Panting hard, the kneeling bobble head doll nodded again, squealing her eager-to-please acquiescence into the deeply frustrating gag.

“Is there going to be any more whining or complaining?”

She shook her head in a violent no, making emphatically negative noises through the gag.

“Black babes are great fucks. So you know that, as a white bitch, you're going to have to work a hell of a lot harder to please.”

They were gratified to see a sudden understanding of this serious shortcoming dawn in her eyes. To keep a bitch fucking hard, it is always helpful to have her think that she doesn't quite measure up to the competition and has to perform the most utterly depraved acts to compensate.

Big Billy was a demanding coach for his team of hard humping fuckmeat, setting the bar high and burying the dildo deep. He pinched Loretta's nipple harder and pulled it out farther. Loretta groaned, her eyes bright with tears and fears.

“Is digging deep, doing whatever it takes and fucking extra hard going to be a problem, cunt?”

Loretta shook her head in an emphatic no. Looking up at them humbly, feeling like a small stupid child, she made pathetically eager-to-please white bitch noises into the gag. Big Billy released her stretched out tit and it snapped back into place, aching and throbbing.

“OK! Jimbo, see if the bitch was serious about keeping her nipples.”

Loretta sensed a large presence kneel down behind her. Her legs were forced apart as he knelt between her widespread calves. She felt a monstrous erection pressing along her butt crack and touching her lower back as her unseen rapist snuggled up close. Her butt cheeks were parted.

She felt the dripping mushroom head of a monster weapon resting lightly against her wrinkled brown hole. The relentless pressure began. Knowing that resisting would make it ten times worse, Loretta worked hard to relax as Jumbo Jimbo broke through the tight resistance of her sphincter muscle. With a long purring groan that sounded like it belonged to a big jungle cat the unseen stranger behind her slowly, steadily forced his way in.

Performing this act of excruciating, obscene intimacy with a total stranger would test Loretta to her limits and beyond.

She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. His very large, very long and, fortunately very well greased dick began threading through her back passage on its way to a very deep rectal probing.

Although fond of ass fucking in her former existence as a free-range bimbo, Loretta's eyes widened as she felt her anus stretch wider than ever before, on the verge of splitting open like an overstuffed sausage casing. It felt like a thick tree branch going in endlessly. Two massive black hands clamped around her upper thighs, pulling her back onto the raspy python slithering into her burning butt hole.

Faced with this heart-pounding invasion, Loretta was starting to accept that she wasn't measuring up to a black pimp's standards of what a bitch should be able to handle. The consequences of failure didn't bear thinking about so Loretta took a deep breath and struggled to cope. Her rapist's monster member seemed to go on and on. Her pretty toes curled. Her tiny hands tightened into small little fists, her fingernails digging into her palms. Her tits quivered outwards as she arched back to try and ease the entry of her rectal rapist.

At last, she felt his balls against her. He put his massive black hands on her hips and began a slow powerful rectal reaming. He slid his huge member three quarters out. Gripping her hips firmly and digging his fingers in tight, he pulled her towards him. Loretta cried out as he forced it back in all the way with a sadistic, eyeball popping thrust. Her bare breasts bounced and her sweating torso heaved as Loretta breathed deeply to try and remain calm. It was impossible. Over and over he invaded her, grinding her relentlessly, pitilessly.

Big Billy looked down at Loretta, wide-eyed and gasping, dripping with sweat, squealing into the ball gag with each thrust, straining desperately to accommodate her anal intruder.

“Is there a problem, whore?”

Terrified, Loretta shook her head in a no that was so emphatic that her tits shook sideways.

The asshole is a lot tighter than the cunt. Thus, Loretta's past anal efforts had been comparatively short. New in her experience, this painful penile pounding seemed to go on forever and ever. Impossibly, just before he came, she felt his penis swell even further, almost tearing her, stretching her to unbelievable limits in lightning strokes of white-hot anal pain. Her eyes bulged and she screamed dementedly into her gag as Jimbo came and came and came, giving her a sperm enema that she would never forget, haunting her nightmares always.

Appropriately, it took a coon's age for Jimbo's monster member to unload. It jerked and twitched inside her as spurt after spurt of thick semen squirted into her. Beet-red, every artery in her contorted face pulsing visibly, poor Loretta shrieked until the snot ran. Pumping smoothly through this entire episode of bitch fit hysteria; Jimbo tore her slightly, his sperm mixing with her blood deep inside her shit tube.

It was Tim the Toolman's turn to sweat the white bitch.

“Hold her tight!”

Still impaled up the ass by Jimbo's tumescent member, Loretta's pounding heart quaked as his strong hands clamped her upper arms in a vice-like grip. His powerful fingers pincered into her small biceps, pinching them painfully as she was held firmly in position kneeling before Tim.

The pimps continued to focus on converting pretty pampered Loretta into an utterly depraved fuckbeast. She was a long way down the road and certainly gave the appearance of a nymphomaniac in the grip of severe sexual dementia. Her red face was covered in cum, tears and snot. Her hair was plastered to her head, clumped up and sticky with perspiration and man gravy. Her bare boobies bobbled, dark red nipples erect. Her sweat slick torso heaved as she panted sobbingly. Now that Jimbo wasn't actively pumping in and out, her rectum had settled down to a steady throbbing ache, wrapped around his still tumescent member. This was to help her focus on the next stage of her education.

Standing in front of her, Tim the Toolman lifted her chin delicately with the toe of his highly polished black boot. She stared up at him with wild bloodshot eyes.

“You understand that as a white bitch you're an inferior fuck, so I have to tweak you up a bit. That way you'll have more to offer a customer.”

Pretty Loretta was confused and deeply fearful. Everyone else sniggered and watched avidly.

A lot of fucking over a new bitch is psychological. To encourage a full mental meltdown, Tim liked explaining the more horrific aspects of what was about to be done. It gave a bitch something to anticipate.

He held up a slim metal tube in front of Loretta's eyes.

“It looks like a normal hollow metal tube, but there's something different about this one. Can you see what it is?”

Loretta squinted, studying the tiny tube carefully. Helpfully, Tim rolled it between his fingers and turned it end over end. He held it so that she could look inside it. She looked down it and saw what she expected to see, a little spot of light at the end. It was hollow, so what? Her face was a study in bewilderment.

“Can't you see what's different, cunt?”

The other pimps snickered as she slowly shook her head in bafflement. Tim coaxed her along, giving her a small hint. It always helped if a bitch was fully focussed on what was happening to her. A numb, shocked, zombied-out slut would learn nothing. A bitch who was paying close attention could be traumatised for life.

“Look at the end.”

Mystified and feeling stupid, Loretta studied the end carefully, trying to puzzle it out. The very end seemed a little shinier than the rest of the tube, but that was all. Stumped, she looked up at him beseechingly, shaking her head in befuddlement.

Tim took pity on her.

“The end of this tube has been sharpened. If you look carefully, you'll see that the edge all around the circular opening is as thin and as sharp as a razor blade.”

Although she still didn't understand the sharpened tube's purpose, everyone could see that Loretta didn't think that this was good news. She looked at Tim in uncertainty and growing dread.

“Why would someone sharpen the end of a small tube like that, cunt? Do you have any ideas?”

Loretta's bare breasts quivered tremulously as she began to pant a little faster. She shook her head in a slow hesitant no.

“Do you think that I'm going to jab the razor sharp tube into you?”

Her twitching face began to glisten with more sweat as she slowly nodded yes. Like any competent manager, Tim gave his new employee some positive feedback.

“Good girl! You're right about that.”

Tim grinned.

“That only leaves two questions for you to puzzle out: where am I going to jab you with this thing and why is it hollow?”

Drops of sweat sprayed from Loretta's fear-hardened nipples as she began to hyperventilate. Tim held out the hand that wasn't holding the tube. He obviously had something in his fist.

“Do you know what I've got in my fist? It's a big clue that will help you answer the two questions.”

Loretta shook her head no. Her heart was thundering like a big bass drum inside her chest. She watched carefully as he slowly, dramatically turned his fist over and opened it.

She blinked the stinging sweat from her eyes. As a sexually experienced woman, she recognised what he was holding in the palm of his hand.

Tim saw the horrified understanding dawn in her eyes. He smiled gently at his none-too-eager student of pain.

“That's right, honey: nipple rings.”

He studied the sharp tube reflectively. Loretta studied it too.

“I use the tube to slowly, carefully cut a tunnel through the base of your nipple. I'm told that it feels like a line of burning fire. Then I thread the nipple ring through the tit tunnel. You see how your nipple rings work?”

Her guts churning, Loretta studied them. They were thick and sturdy, made of gleaming gold and an inch in diameter. There was a gap in the circle. A sharp barbed end on one side of the gap obviously fit into a hollow tube on the other side.

“After I thread the ring through, I squeeze it together with a pair of pliers forcing the sharp barbed end into the hollow end. You'll feel a small click as the barb on one end actually locks into the other, completing the circle. After that they are on permanently, unless someone cuts them off.”

She grimaced and whimpered as he pinched her nipple painfully and stretched it out from her chest. Holding it stretched out, he looked into her bloodshot eyes.

“All sorts of sluts have piercings. My challenge to you is to keep silent while you're being fitted with your slave rings. Guys like to see a babe that has her genitals pierced. They know that you're a real fuckslut when they see that. I don't want to hear a peep out of you while I make you into a more valuable whore. If you make a sound, I'll pull every tooth out of your head so that you can give better blowjobs because I'll know that you lack the self-discipline and self-control to be a real sexual performer and will need a whole lot of extra tweaking up.”

Forcing a new bitch to accept and swallow pain from her new masters, not allowing her to vent and externalize any of it, took her to the next level of mind-melting trauma. Tim the Toolman wanted to make sure that lovely Loretta internalized every last drop of the upcoming combination of sexual and physical abuse.

“I don't want to see any tears. I don't want to see any grimaces on your face. I don't want to hear the smallest whine or whimper. Don't shut your eyes. I want you to watch carefully what's being done to you. Understand?”

Loretta blinked back her tears and nodded. He removed the ball gag so she could articulate any concerns, concerns that would get her teeth yanked out. Her jaws ached in relief as they were liberated from the oversize ball gag but, like her concerns, she kept her relief to herself.

Tim could see her tightening herself grimly, bracing herself to accept excruciatingly intimate agony and humiliation, to swallow it and hold it like a tight burning knot deep inside her guts and her mind, forever eating away like acid at any self-respect she might manage to achieve.

He took his time. He rested the sharp end of the tube against the base of her nipple, positioning it carefully.

There was a brief bright flash of pain as he punctured the skin. Loretta breathed deeply and swallowed it.

He began twirling the cutting tube back and forth between his fingers, slowly boring a tunnel through her titmeat. Like a woman giving birth, Loretta breathed deeply and steadily, her eyes fastened fanatically on his twirling fingers as he drilled a line of fire through her breast. Her steadily heaving torso was soon covered with a thick oily sheen of sweat. He punched through the other side. He twirled the bloody tube repeatedly to make sure that everything was loose and free. Then he reversed direction and, gripping it firmly between his fingers, pulled it back through.

He took one of the golden nipple rings and pushed the blunt end all the way through her new tit tunnel. Loretta experienced a whole new sort of pain as he wiggled it around agonisingly while he inserted it. Once it was through, he squeezed a drop of superglue onto the sharp barbed end. With a pair of pliers he forced the two ends together. Loretta watched as the sharp end disappeared into the hollow tube end. As promised, Loretta felt a click as the barb locked in and the superglue bonded the two ends together, sealing her nipple ring permanently in place.

He released her nipple and allowed it to snap back into place. Loretta felt the sharp sting of disinfectant as he wiped the blood from her new nipple ring with an antiseptic-impregnated cloth.

Loretta's blood pressure was through the roof. Her face was red and sweating. Small arteries pulsed visibly at her temples. He moved a table up close to her pink, nervously twitching face so that she could watch closely as he prepared his equipment to pierce her other breast, giving her time to think about it and anticipate the pain and degradation to come. He blew down the hollow tube to clear it of her bloody titmeat and washed it in a small bowl of sudsy water. He dried it off with a hand towel. A small whetstone squeaked shrilly with each stroke as he re-sharpened the end of the tube. Each scrape of the whetstone scraped over Loretta's raw nerves as well.

At last he was satisfied. He dipped the tube in antiseptic, holding a finger over the dull end of the tube to keep it filled with the stinging antiseptic. He resumed work on lovely Loretta. He pinched her other nipple hard, stretching it painfully out from her chest. Loretta worked to swallow the same agonizing experience again. Knowing what was going to happen and what it would feel like did not make it any easier for the perspiring pink-faced pain pig as she worked her way through the whole exercise once more. In fact, the pain was amplified and made worse both by her anticipation of it and by the sting of the antiseptic as it leaked from the tube drilling agonisingly into her titmeat.

He picked up six more golden slave rings and jingled them in his palm suggestively. He smiled brightly at her downcast face.

“Before we get around to the labial piercing, you should have a drink of water. I can tell by the reek of you that you've been sweating rivers. A loser like you needs a lot of tweaking and we still have a lot to work through together.”

Loretta definitely felt like a loser and was well aware that she smelled like a sweaty slime-soaked slut. She took a deep breath and nodded miserably. He opened a water bottle and held it to her lips, tilting it up gently. She drank thirstily.

Tears welled up in her eyes and Loretta sobbed brokenly at the wonderful taste of the cool water, so clear, refreshing and pure. She thought that he was just doing it so she would last a good long time while they worked her over relentlessly, but of course that wasn't the only reason. The contrast between the good, clean water and everything else happening to her was bitterly heartbreaking, as intended. Encouraging a bitch to look up and see a small patch of beautiful blue sky high above when she was buried up to her tits in a shit pit, her smooth skin slimed with reeking feculence, was an important part of grinding her pitilessly. It let her keep tabs on how far she had fallen and how impossibly far away her former life was.

Challenging a bitch with different types of pain keeps her sweating nicely and fully engaged mentally. Tim the Toolman held up a slim hollow tube with an end pointed like a fountain pen.

“There's the slow drill and then there's the sharp jab. For labial piercing, I'll quickly punch six holes in your cuntlips, three on each side. It's the same rules as before: no tears, a still face, no whines or whimpers, eyes wide open and watching between your legs. If I see anything else, I'll slice off your clit. It doesn't affect your value as a whore. You'll be the only one to miss it. Understand, cunt?”

Loretta nodded. She almost gasped as he reached between her parted thighs, pinched her cuntlips together and stretched them out. She almost cried out as he viciously jabbed the sharp tube through both cuntlips at once. He jabbed twice more and the hard-breathing beauty had six holes. He snapped the six rings in place.

“When guys see a pierced cunt they know that bitch is a real deep down dirty slut.”

Tim smiled gently. He held two halves of a small gleaming stainless steel barbell in the palm his hand, directing Loretta's attention away from a last minute surprise that he held out of sight behind his back in his other hand.

“Now we'll have an easy little piercing that will make you real popular with the blowjob boys. Stick out your tongue.”

Loretta stuck out her tongue. She almost lost it and squealed when he suddenly gripped her wet pink tongue with a pair of pliers that she hadn't noticed and stretched it out. She would have fallen flat on her face if it weren't for Jimbo's restraining hands pinching her biceps hard and his thick dick helpfully shoved up her ass. Jimbo took over control of the pliers, helpfully positioning Loretta's tongue for a piercing.

Tim punched the shaft of the barbell through her tongue, put a dab of superglue on the end and snapped on the other ball.

“OK, talk to me bitch. I want you to understand that, with that big barbell piercing your tongue, you now sound like a mumble-mouthed retard. Say ‘she sells sea shells by the seashore'.”

Sharp women always pride themselves on their verbal skills, their ability to out-talk most men. When Loretta tried the tongue twister, she found to her horror that her swollen, permanently pierced and weighted tongue did indeed make her sound like a vacuous featherbrained bimbo – a woman that no one would take seriously except as a piece of fuckmeat.

To seal the deal, Tim had two more things to tweak up. He held up a thick gold ring.

“Any ideas where that might go, bitch?”

Loretta should her head. He held up something that looked like a single-hole paper punch.

“Not a peep, bitch.”

He put it up her nose so that a jaw of the punch was up either nostril. He squeezed the handles. There was a sound of cartilage crunching and Loretta had a new hole in her septum. He slipped the large ring through and squeezed it with a pair of pliers. It clicked shut. Loretta could now be led around by her nose ring, like a fucking farm animal. Anybody looking at her face would instantly know that she was an utterly shameless, completely submissive slut.

Ashen faced, sweating and shaking, her mind reeling, Loretta had the rabbit-in-the-headlights look of a fearful, fully fucked female. Feeling she had no other options, she was committed to life as a fear trained whore, a sex slave to her pimps, a hot holed bed beast. The trauma was now bone deep. It was something that no amount of therapy would ever be able to erase.

It had been an extremely strenuous day for an abused, brain-fried and completely exhausted Loretta. Tim reached between her legs and parted her labia with his fingers. As he jabbed with the needle to open the hole for her clit ring, Loretta passed out.

A capsule of amyl nitrate was broken under her nose and she snapped awake.

Tim stared hard at her. Babbling hysterically, panic-stricken at having failed them by passing out, Loretta volunteered to perform a shamefully submissive, highly dangerous sexual act that she had actually tried out once, but had been too fearful to repeat.

She winced as Tim playfully flicked her new clit ring.

“That's what we like, slut. We have a little club where you can do this in front of everyone. Any problems with that, cunt?”

Loretta was a transformed woman, a broken beaten bitch. She was way past having problems with any obscene, depraved, degrading performance required of her by her new black masters.

She lowered her eyes to the floor, shook her head submissively and accepted her fucked up future completely.