To Dance With The Devil ~ part 2
12:38AM on May 20, 2008
I knew what he meant, yet it didn’t fully register just what he meant. It seemed impossible that this would make me feel better about myself? I lay on the cold cement floor, just as I was sprawled out on my bed looking around. I no longer cared about my nakedness. I stood abruptly and rant to where the door should have been, but only strong iron bars met my outstretched hands. I ran my fingers up and down them, looking back at the sleeping men behind me.
“No, this can’t be! Tell me that this is a joke. Tell me that you’re only kidding with me.” I begged in a horse whisper. “Please…..”
He walked over to me and with his pointer finger he drew his finger across my back as if he was writing. I stood ridged and waiting for him to finish. I shivered as I felt his finger draw letters across my back. When he was done he laughed. I stood there clinging to the bars with my head lowered in defeat. “I’ve just written the words ‘abuse me, use me’ on your back. What do you think of that?” He paused, and when he didn’t get a reply, he continued. “Don't you want to be their whore?”
I didn’t know what to say so I kept my mouth shut.
“Turn around and face me bitch.” His booming voice demanded.
Slowly I turned to face the man in black. “Why?” I barely whispered.
“So I can do this.” And once again he showed me his pointer finger and fire leapt from the tip, only to die down leaving just the tip red. He guided his hand to my chest, and wrote “PRISON SLUT” across my bare tits. And across my flat belly he wrote “FUCK WHORE.” I looked down and the letters bright red against my white flesh.
I let in a deep breath of air. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it seemed impossible, yet I saw it.
Before I could utter another word, he clapped his hands. And the men were roused from their deep sleep. He spoke in a lively excited voice. “Men, just as I promised, I bring you a play toy for the evening.”
As he spoke the cheerful music of a mariachi band struck up the tune of “The Ring of Fire” It was like a circus here, i didn't understand anything that was happening.
The men woke easily and seemed excited to see their friend, the man in black. And some called out, hooted and hollered.
I blinked my eyes, and asked him how he knew what I could handle and what I couldn’t. Being a part of a gang bang wasn’t on my things to do list.
“This is what you want and need; the whore in you needs desperate attention. Your body will feel the punishment and all these men will provide that.”
I turned and watched these men strip off the prison garb clothing, tossing it onto their beds and the floor. Walking naked to where we stood. I backed against the cold bars of the cell. These men had a look of hunger in their eye, some were already stroking their hard cocks, others just walked with their erections strong, and others were still flaccid.
I tried to back further into the bars, but there was no where for me to go. One of the taller men tossed one of the mattresses on the floor, and the man in black instructed me that I had better get on my hands and knees on that mattress so that the men could begin their pleasure.
“They all have an order for doing things here, and they will continue to follow that arrangement with you. Allow these men to pleasure themselves using your body, and in return you will find the relief that you need as well. You are their whore for the night. They don't require much, no fancy words, no complicated relationships. All they care about is that your there strumpet for the night.” As if on cue the trumpets of the mariachi band sounded to end the song.
I stood frozen in place, not sure what I should do. This dance with the devil was turning into the biggest nightmare ever. I silently begged myself to wake up. But instead I stood frozen in time, standing naked in a prison cell, with men ogling my body hungrily.
One of the men with big strong arms pulled on my arm hard. I saw his erection was already long and rigid. “Down on the floor Bitch!” he barked.
I let him pull me down onto that mattress, on all fours. He was right behind me, nudging my knees apart. I heard him spit on his hand, and I knew what was going to come. I felt that pointed part of him, at the entrance of my womanhood. And he quickly shoved his long hard cock deep in me.
I whimpered in discomfort. I wasn't lubricated to accept his cock into the core of my being. But he didn't seem to care as he grabbed my hips and fucked me hard like hadn't fuck in a month of Sundays. The simple word “bastard”, slipped out between my gritted teeth. But his only response was to grab my hips harder and pound me even harder.
The unprepared entrance was abrupt and discomforting, but it didn’t take me long to begin to take a little satisfaction in this feeling of being used. Yet I was disgusted with myself for liking this feeling.
Two others came to the sides of me and started pinching and pulling on my nipples. Another set of hands found their way to my pussy; my poor clit was pinched and pulled on as the other guy continued to fuck me. I think another set found my ass and was slowly penetrating my ass just a little bit with a finger, while others played with my pussy lips as the brute fucked me from behind.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I looked around at these men and they were all strange and different. Some were clean shaven, while others had a day or two of growth on their faces. I shivered, repulsed at the looks of these men. Most of them had tattoos and piercings somewhere on there bodies. They smelled of pure male.
I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that I wasn’t being fucked by a man who thought he was a wild stallion. I opened my eyes to find yet other man in front of me. His cock was already hard, and he tried to guided it to my mouth.
But I clenched my mouth shut, and refused to open it. He slapped me across my face hard. “Open Bitch and suck my dick. You know you want it. Quit being a fucking prissy and suck me off bitch.” He grabbed a big chunk of my hair and pulled hard as he forced my mouth open with his other hand. “Don’t even think of biting me bitch, unless you want to pay. Now suck my dick like the good girl that you are. “ His voice was rough and demanding. He smelled like sweat and cum. My mouth was being forced open, and he was quick to force his cock deep within.
The man grabbed the sides of my head and he moaned as he fucked my mouth just like the man behind me was fucking my pussy. I gagged, from both the scent of him and the deep penetration. The others had their hands all over me. Rubbing, touching, and fondling me. I felt like a piece of meat. It was degrading, humiliating embarrassing, yet it was thrilling and exciting.
Vaguely it registered that the guy who was fucking me from behind cumming, but just as soon as he left me, another guy replaced him. And I was fucked again by another and another. It didn’t take me long to lose count over how many dicks I sucked, how many fucked me. While more hands fondled and touched me everywhere.
I had cum all over me. My face, hair and back were covered in cum. Even the men standing around watching were wanking off. I could feel them shooting their loads over my back.
The man, who was currently fucking my mouth, was starting to cum. I could feel his cock pulse. But the closer he got the more he pumped into my mouth, holding my head in place so I couldn’t move.
But at the last moment he pulled out and shot his load of cum all over my face. I just closed my eyes, in humiliation. I was silently thankful that he didn’t cum in my mouth. But when he was done he rubbed his softening cock over my face and told me. “Damn bitch, before you leave tonight, I will have also fucked your wet pussy and you will enjoy it. Slut!”
I knew I was better off not saying anything. He got up and left as the song Folsom Prison Blues started again softly. I looked up at the metal bars, the gateway to my freedom and saw the prison guard standing there. He was watching me get fucked, but did nothing. His face wore a sleazy smile, as the bastard stood there with the fly of his uniform open and his long hard cock jutting out. I watched him spit on his hand as he continued to watch and masturbate himself. I was sickened at the view so I looked away.
Only to find another man already in front of me. His cock was still flaccid, and he laughed. “Suck my cock bitch, and show us the how much the slut in you likes it.”
I was horrified, because this mans small flaccid cock repulsed me. But the man grabbed the hair on the top of my head and pulled hard. “Open Bitch!”
I wasn’t going to suck a soft cock so I voiced myself, “NO!”
His other hand reeled back and I didn’t even see it coming, and he backhanded me hard.
I saw stars for a moment and my mouth automatically opened. He shoved his soft dick in my mouth and ordered me to get him hard. He wanted to fuck my pussy next but first I had to make him hard.
I didn’t know what to do. With so many things going on at once I started sucking on him like he was a straw. Licking him and sucking him, I tried to excite him. I was repulsed but I didn’t want to be hit again, and I was silently glad to see that slowly his dick was starting to harden. I realized how dangerous this man was, and I didn’t want to get hit another time by him. I knew I was going to have a huge bruise on my face because of the force he used.
The man behind me finished up just as the cock in my mouth became rock hard. And he moved from in front of me to behind me. Forcing his still hard cock deep into my cum filled hole.
I looked at the guard again. He was still watching me being abused by these men and did nothing. He still stood there stroking his cock, his other hand cupping and squeezing his balls. Taking his own perverted pleasures in what he was watching.
It didn't take long for another man to kneel in front of me as he shoved his cock into my mouth. One after another I sucked. Some came into my mouth, while others preferred to shoot their load over my face. I was groped and fondled. Some spanked my bare ass until it glowed red. My nipples ached from being twisted and pulled. While I wasn't fucked in the ass, my rosebud was sore and tender from being penetrated by fingers.
I lost count of the times I had been fucked. I lost track of time. All that mattered was getting these guys off. I moaned and wiggled enjoying the abuse my body was taking. The harder that I was fucked the more I wanted. I was raw and sore from taking so many men over and over. Some of the men fucked me more than once.
But the man in black was right; this is exactly what I needed. He stood by the cell bars and clapped. “Enough men!” he announced. And the men slowly returned to their beds, you could tell they were walking tall and proud. Smiles on their faces from the pleasures they took from my body.
The man in black told me to stand. I felt humiliated for even beginning to think that I had enjoyed the assault on my body. My face and hair was covered with shots of cum. My body was beginning to feel the effects from being touched, fondled and groped. Being pinched and pulled on. Slapped and spanked. I stood and I felt the rush of fluid run down my legs. I shuddered to think of the number of men who used my body shooting their load into my hot cunt.
I felt embarrassed standing in front of this man in my state of condition. The man in black stood back and smiled as he looked me over.
As if on cue the men lined up in against the wall. The man in black smiled and motioned to a desk in the corner and told me to lay down on it with my ass to the edge. I looked at him questionably, but he repeated his orders.
I felt like a prison whore. The exact words that were written on my body. With my head down I walked slowly with the cum running down my legs. I lay down on my back on the the table and scooted my butt to the edge of the table. The man in black smiled as i submitted to his word.
I closed my eyes and defeat, my cum filled cunt was proof of this. My cum soaked body was the proof that i was nothing more than a fuck whore. I took a deep breath, knowing deep down i loved every minute of it, but was afraid to admit it to myself.
I heard the clank of metal against metal and the door to the cell opened. The prison guard walked in still rubbing his cock. I looked at him and knew that he was going to be the grand finale. He walked to where my head lay and instructed me to suck him. I opened my mouth and gladly sucked him off. As I sucked him, his fingers played with my clit. He moaned his pleasures as I sucked him. His size was impressive, and i shivered with the thought that I couldn't wait to feel his long thick cock inside me. I felt him stiffen, but at the last moment he pulled out of my mouth, but said nothing.
The guard spoke, “Tim, Frank come and hold her legs.” I watched as the two men stepped forward there limp cocks dripping with pre-cum. I looked at the rest of the men standing there, wanking off to what they were watching.
The men that were called forward and asked to help stood on each side of me. They each grabbed a leg and held it wide open. My muscles burned at the tension, the grip of there hands were like vises.
The guard stood in front of my exposed pussy, and it was sure magic that his cock swelled to to more than twice the size when i sucked him off. I looked at the man in black and he stood there smiling, and said the simple words “enjoy, this bit is for you.”
The guard grabbed his dick and pushed it to the opening of my cum filled hole, and pushed in hard. It was an amazing feeling after being fucked by so many men. The guard pumped in and out of my oozing cum hole, and I moaned in pure pleasure. After all that my body had gone through it didn't take much to set me over the edge of an orgasm. I felt the tension mount, I closed my eyes, and tried to ride the wave of ecstasy that I was allowed. My body was craving this release. I screamed as it overtook me. The men held my legs wider apart, not letting me close them a fraction of an inch.
But the guard wasn't done yet. He continued to fuck and pound me slick hole. His fingers found my clit and pinched and rubbed it as he fucked me, taking his pleasures with his super sized cock that the man in black provide him with.
I screamed, as another orgasm overtook my body. I tried to close my legs but the human vises were to strong for me. My eyes flew open as I watched the line of men wanked off to the scene in front of them. The guard continued to fuck me with a smart ass grin on his face, knowing what I went through this evening, and knowing he was going to get his fill as well.
He continued to fuck me long and hard, taking his own sweet time. Pushing my body to what he wanted it to take. I tried to push his hands away from my slick clit but he just called out for two other men.
Instantly i found my hands being restrained by these human man vises. And the guard smiled unethically down at me as he continued to fuck me, his fingertips pinching my clit hard.
Another orgasm rocked my body, I screamed, not knowing what else to do. I was held tightly down, forced to endure orgasm after orgasm. Painful yet delightful my body was played like a fine old violin. Each string played out, stretched, wound up until it moaned with it's beautiful notes of music. My eyes opened as another shrill left my lips.
The man only pumped harder until he moaned, his huge dick still buried deep within the walls of my body. His eyes were closed and the smile on his face changed to one of pure male sexual satisfaction. He pulled out of me, slapped my sore pussy hard, put his now normal size dick back in his pants and straighted his clothes.
He said nothing, as he turned and walked away. He walked back out of the cell, locked the door, and walked way, without looking back.
I laid there on the table still being held down by the prison mates. I closed my eyes and took some slow deep breaths. My body felt beaten and sore, but happy and satisfied.
The man in black snapped his fingers and all the men returned to there beds. I sat up and watched them dress, lay down and fall back to sleep without another word.
He turned to me and raised his hands once again. Fire flew from his fingertips and the flamed danced around the room. I could feel the warmth of the flames on my bare flesh. I stood without being told and and stood tall and proud, not trying to hide my naked body. I closed my eyes, as I could smell the smoke. I had no idea where I stood in the world between good and evil.
I heard the man’s hands clap together and when I opened my eyes I could still see the fames dancing. The burning heat was making me sweat. The cum was drying on my body creating a hard crusty material. I shivered, repulsed at how I must look.
Yet I felt a calmness that I had never felt before. I walked to my bed and lay down on the sweet scented bed sheets. I didn't care about anything other than the peace that now enveloped over me. And I slept in peace for the first time in a long time.
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