I was dragged my hair and ankles to edge of the pit, and kicked in. In short rotation I landed on the my back.
“Good”
“Hold still” and a 12” diameter PVC pipe with a notch cut on the bottom to fit around my neck was slid over my head. “Push it in a bit, there is still some room” and Janice push the end deeper into dirt, tightening the tube around my throat. I lay there at the bottom of a pit I had dug, looking upwards to the sky through a light blue plastic tube. As lay there, in a dream I started to feel the dirt covering my body. In about five minutes I was fully covered, in few a moment the pressure of the earth started to squeeze my breast, my lungs, my belly, my legs. I lay there, not even think of screaming, just looking up at the sky.
“You are to stay there for awhile. Maybe forever. Remember Sara, I have no use for you. You came to me and most likely no one knows where you are. I have already handle your car, and now all I am going to do is cap this pipe and leave.” And he did. And I started to scream.
The dirt was cold,and pressed heavily against my thighs, my breast, my shoulders. It darkness was only broken by rays of evening light that penetrated the breath holes in the blue pipe. I scream until I could not. I cried. I did this. I choose this. In time I became in the rays of light, I drifted in and out sleep. The earth was cold and moist and heavy. My body cramped, my hands feel asleep. I cried to only me.
The day came. This was no noise, no conversations. Nothing. The air became warm, almost hot inside the tube, I did not like how it felt as it filled my mouth. In the afternoon it began to rain. Softly at first, a small film of water drifted down the pipe and kissed my throat. Then it started to rain. Water filled around my jaw, my ears, my neck. A pool lay just below my mouth, forcing itself in though the corner of lips. I closed my mouth. I was so scared. I did not want to die like this, drowning, face up at the base of a tube, buried in the earth. I knew if I were to drown, they would just pull the tube up, fill in the hole and forget me. Oh God.
The rain slowed, then stopped. The pool of water disappeared into the dirt. Thank God. I was so cold.
“You still with us Sara” I heard Janice.
“Yes. Yes Mistress. Yes.”
“I am not your Mistress, you worthless piece a meat.”
“I have work for you.”
The dirt was removed, a rope was tied to my feet and I was dragged out the hole by small tractor. To I was not hurt by this, would a lie, but things moved so fast that I had no think about it. I was pulled to the middle of the yard, raised as before, washed down and left to dry. I hung there, hogtied, bruised, cut in the middle of the yard for what seemed to be a long time.
“Time to get going” and I was lower to the ground. I was untied.
“Stand up” I struggled, but I did. I stood there in front of Janice only wearing a collar.
“Here are your keys, here is where you are to go” handing me a piece of paper and my car keys, only.
“When you arrive, go in the rear, ask for Luke, he know what to do.”
“Your car is in front of the house, I will be expecting a call from Luke.”
“Go now, you sack of soiled meat.”
The walk to the car was like a dream. Though I was naked, marked, wearing only a slave collar, I felt nothing. The car sat there waiting for me, the same way it did the morning I drove here, as though nothing had changed. Yeh.
I knew the area, but not the club. I arrived, two hours or so later, not really aware of anything, the drive, road, the cars around me, the people that stared. Nothing.
Is was early evening, the park lot was almost full. I found a spot, several rows from the rear dooe. Got out, lock my car and walked over. I past a couple a guys doing a joint in between the cars. Something was said, I did not know. I entered the club, I stood there.
“What’s up whore, looking for money?”
“I looking for Luke”
The man just stood and looked at me. “So your the one, poor you” and left.
I just stood there, waiting.
In a few minutes, another man came up to me. Just a man, non-descriptive.
“Follow me” and I did. We went through the club to a set of stairs that led down. By a few small rooms, some with men inside pressing their groins against the wall, some with their pants down, some pumping, some talking. At the end the hallway was a room with a door. We went in, “Sit” and I sat on the edge of a bed, mattress only, no sheets.
“Here, drink this.” and I did. It tasted like Dr, Pepper with a slight bitter bite.
When I awoke. OGM. I awoke standing,
I awoke standing, arm pulled upwards behind my back, my legs hobbled wide and attached to the floor, my head pull back, my face pressing hard against a wall, held there by a brace, my mouth wide open.
I could stick my tongue out, I could feel the edge of the wall, the hole that surrounded my open mouth. But, my throat burnt, as though something was pushing into it, from the bottom, from the outside.
“She is up. The bitch is up”
“It is about time, I have a dozen guys just dying to fuck that piece of meat.”
There were noises, there was a smear of oil across my privates and then there were the cocks. I was fucked, every hole in a matter of moments. But, as I fought against the cocks in my mouth, I started to notice I was not gagging, I was not chocking, I could take a cock deep, and have it held there and still breath.
OMG Not only were my gag reflexes removed, but the burning in my throat was a traexemy. I was the perfect fucking machine, I was surprise I still had my teeth. The fucking went on for hours, maybe days. Time I would just hang there, almost asleep as men fucked my mouth, my asshole, my cunt.
“Wake up whore” as my breast were slapped. “Wake up … you are all done here.” and I fell to the floor. I was untied and left. I lay there. In time there was a sharp kick to my back, then my breast. “Watch the tube” “Sorry” “Get up whore …. now.” And I rose to my knees, when I stood up. “Leave”
As I struggled past the booths, up the stairs, past the men, I was slapped, grabbed, call all names, photographed. As I reach the door, a man came up to me and said “Take this back, this is Janice’s share” and stuck me hard across the head. It was bag full of money and my keys. I fell though the door, into the parking lot, into the glaring sun. I stood there, nude, covered in cum and piss, bruised, unable to see, holding a plastic bag, and of coarse wearing my dog collar and a tube pushing out from my throat.
What a sight.
I found my car, I found my keys, I got in and just sat. What should I do, what can I do. Go home, like this, go back to the Billingsworths, to further my stay in hell. I longed to be buried alive again, after the fear, there was quietness. Maybe, I could ask.
Maybe I should go to Tom and Kim, be their slave. Yes, drop off the money, get my cloths and go Tom’s. That an idea. So I started the car, pull out of the lot and drove.
I drove to Janice’s house, down the Tennessee’s country roads, past houses, families in the yards, dogs barking, a Church. Me, full of cum, men, dogs whatever. Going though the country, I only thought of Janice. Would she be bad at me, disappointed. Would I be punished. If she felt I should, I should be. How do I ask. Me, this piece of spoiled meat, how do I ask anything.
Janice was in the front yard, working again on her garden with her dogs. I pulled up, not on her driveway, but across from her house. I got out and walked over. As I approached, I dropped to my knees, face pushed into the ground. “What do you want?”
“I have this for you.” lifting the plastic upwards toward her. “She took it.
“Now, what do you want?”
“I want to go to Tom and Kim’s house. Offer myself to them”
“You think you done with us. That you can just leave, throw us away. Throw me and Bill away, like garbage. This is what you think. You. You useless piece of meat. You useless cunt. You fuck-toy for my dogs. You think you can just leave.”
“I am sorry. I only thought ..”
“Thought what. What do you think? What … that I would not be mad. That Bill will not be mad. You have no rights, no value, no thought.”
“Go ahead leave.”
“If you stay you will be punished, severely punished for being such an arrogant whore, such a disappointment. You can leave if you wish or stay, I didn’t care” and she turned around and walk back to her gardening. One of her smelt me, the other one started to mount me.
“Stay away from her Spike, she is not worth fucking, are you?”
“Please, I am sorry”
“Sorry, I don’t care about you being sorry”
“If you choose to stay, you can start by cleaning my yard, with your mouth. I see some dog shit over there, take care of it” she walked away.
I just couldn’t do it. I crawled over it where she had pointed. There, in the grass lay a pile of dog shit, a pile as bid as a man’s, loose, light brown. I pushed my face towards it, couldn’t, I cried. I lay my head in the grass, my mouth open, almost toughing and cried.
“You are useless. Leave” I looked up at her, I looked at the pile, I tried to put mouth around it and as I did Janice placed her foot on the back of my head driving it to the pile of waste. It covered my face, went into my open mouth, I tasted it … I rose to my feet, apologized and left. As I walk to my car, Janice yell “Hey shit eater you forgot your cloths and threw a plastic bag at me. I picked it up and continued walking, with out looking back.
I got my car started and left. Still naked, face covered in dog shit. The taste of it in my mouth, I drove home. No one seem to notice, the drive, the parking of the car, the walk, entering my house, nothing.
I shut the door, heard the lock click and just stood there. OMG I knew I was not the same girl that left only days ago, I wanted to be changed, I was. Inside, outside, deep in my soul I was different now. I went to shower, I wash off the filth that covered me, I got out and sat on the toilet and started to examine myself. Oh Jesus, look at me. For the first time I looked at the tube that left my throat, I pulled it out. Fuck-you and threw it across the floor. I bled a little, not bad, but I did sound odd as I breathed. I was a destroy, a broken girl, I went to bed.
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