“If I didn’t know better, I’d say we could spit roast this dirty little fuck pig. What do you think boys.” her ex said, his eyes lighting up in excitement. Amy looked back at him now pleadingly. There was nothing she could do. If submitting would end her torture, end this agony, she’d do it. Anything to make them stop. The scared Mexican was giddy with excitement.
“Get me a heavy wet towel ese.” he said. The bald Mexican hurried up the stairs only to return moments later with a wet towel. “Watch this shit vato. The CIA don’t got shit on me.” he said, barely able to contain the excitement in his voice. He started spreading Everclear across Amy’s back until her back was wet with alcohol. “Get me some more alcohol and grab the big mirror out of the bathroom.” he commanded. The other guys seemed confused, but there was a large creepy smile across the face of the sadistic scared Mexican, and they felt inclined to do what he said. “You might want to take a video of this. She’ll love it.” He continued. He paced back and forward yelling several times for the others to hurry up although it had only been moments. Finally they returned with several bottles of alcohol and the large mirror. He placed the mirror infront of Amy and then sorted the alcohol, only taking the “good” stuff. He made a spectacle of pouring the alcohol on Amy’s back. Although it stung quite a bit, it was nothing compared to the pain she was already feeling. He cleaned the alcohol off of the table and off of Amy’s sides. Then he struck a match. Amy’s eyes widened with terror as he danced the match over her alcohol soaked back. Amy made hollow squealing sounds around the pool stick lodged in her throat.
“Squeal little piggy.” her husband taunted, his cock hardening from the sight of Amy being tortured so brutally. “I wonder if you’ll tan or just burn.” he joked. The fire match fell in slow motion. Amy kicked frantically, her lower body suddenly fell as her struggling and frantic kicking moved her enough to drive the first pool stick through her cervix. Blood leaked from Amy’s broken cunt as her legs kicked wildly on the ground. If it wasn’t for her defibrillator kicking in, her heart surely would’ve stopped as a large flame shot up from her back. It only burned for a second, the scared Mexican quickly beating the flame out with the heavy wet towel, but it did it’s job as piss poured from Amy’s body as she shook in terror. Her ex-husband smiled and pressed the send button. The scared Mexican walked around infront of Amy to survey his work. Amy’s eyes were dead, she had no more tears to cry. All she could do was tremble in shock. Satisfied the scared Mexican sat down.
“She’s all yours boys.” he said. They pulled the knife from Amy’s hands and removed the pool stick from her mouth. The large black guy worked Amy’s jaw until it popped back into place. They then removed the bottle from her asshole. It stayed open. The guys made several lewd comments, then they removed the last instrument of Amy’s violation, the bloody pool stick lodge inside of her cunt. It was only the pain of them removing it that shocked Amy back to reality. She tried to speak, but she had no voice. The bald black guy rolled Amy onto the floor. She hit the ground hard, not even trying to catch herself. She landed on her back. He immediately climbed on top her and put her thighs over his shoulders. He immediately stabbed his long thin cock right inside of her. This time, it went all the way in, going right through her ripped open cervix. He pounded her hard, the bald Mexican with the thick cock walked around to her head and pulled out his cock. The black guy slid back into more of a sitting position, pale legs rested up against his chest as he continued pounding her destroyed hole. The bald Mexican mounted her face, and began face raping her, ripping at her breast roughly as he thrust his thick cock down her throat. Amy could barely breath her nose covered by the Mexican’s sweaty, hairy scrotum. Every breath she took was filled with the foul smell of old sweaty testicles. She didn’t even have the strength to struggle. All she could do was take it. Her ex-husband walked over and placed his foot on Amy’s stomach. He he stomped her in the stomach as hard as he could. The bald Mexican winced in pain.
“You betta stop da shit homes!” his tone much harsher than it had been with Amy. “If she bites my fuck dick off, I’m gonna cut yours off and rape you with it muthafucka!” With that her ex-husband took his foot off Amy’s stomach and just started jerking himself off. The two men fucked the destroy fuck doll to their hearts content. The only real reaction they got from her was when the bald Mexican bit hard into her breast, drawing blood as he came down her throat. The bald black guy, just hammered away, excited about the thought of cumming directly into Amy’s womb. He’d been told about how fertile Amy was and he was turned on by the idea of knocking Amy up. Her child being born out of such a brutal act, a constant living reminder of the night she was destroyed. That though alone drove him to a frenzy as he relentlessly pounded Amy. The Mexican stepped off of her and he folded her over again.
“You gonna git dis black baby, bitch!” he screamed as he pounded her. “Bet you don’t got no fuckin’ nigga babies, do ya! You bout to get one! I’m gonna cum right in that dirty white pussy!” he continued as he jackhammered her to orgasm. His sweat dripped down on her face as he dropped all of his weight down on her, driving his cock even deeper inside of her womb. Amy felt wave after wave of his hot cum pour into her fertile womb. He pulled himself out of Amy, but not a drop of cum came out.
“Move da fuck outta the way. I’m gonna show this bitch how a real nigga fucks!” the large dreaded black guy said pushing the other guys out of the way. He grabbed Amy and lifted her into the air, he lifted her up some and shoved his massive donkey dick inside of her. Amy’s pussy was bright red and raw from the repeated brutal fucking. Her eyes bulged from the sudden pain of his massive cock once again ripping her open. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Not because she wanted this to happen, but because she was too tired to fight or to resist. All she wanted was for him to hurry up and cum inside of her so he could let her be. The large dreadlocked black man bounced Amy up and down on his cock, still trying to force his massive cock into her womb. He lifted Amy up almost all the way off of his cock and then dropped her and thrust upward with all of his might. This time is was the remainder of Amy’s cervix that gave as he drove all of his 12 inch cock inside of her. Amy clawed his back as she was impaled by his massive cock, but he didn’t seem to mind as he bounced her up and down on his cock. Amy’s legs hung limply at her side as he drove himself into her. Blood dripped from Amy’s raw broken fuckhole as he pounded her for almost 45 minutes. Amy had passed out several times, just to be fucked back to consciousness, before he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and drove her down onto him one final time. He squeezed with all of his strength breaking several of her already cracked ribs in the process. Amy felt a constant stream of hot semen fill her cum flooded womb. He threw her on the floor and smiled down at her broken form. The scared Mexican walked over. He had a cattle prod in hand.
“Hold her legs.” he instructed. The bald Mexican and bald black guy grabbed her legs and held them open. Amy found the strength to feebly swat at them as the sparked the cattle prod. Amy wailed in agony as he jammed the cattle prod inside of her and started shocking her cervix. Amy laid there convulsing as he pulled it out. “That should close her back up.” he smiled, looking at the knot in her stomach, her womb bulging from being filled with cum. Amy was awakened by several slaps to the face. Amy looked up at the several men standing over her. Her eyes locked on to her ex.
“F….fu….fuc….” she struggled. She coughed up a bit of blood from her damaged throat and esophagus. “Fuck…me…” she continued. “Please….” Amy begged, finally finding the strength to speak. He smiled down at her devastated body.
“You have to do better than that. I’m just not feeling it. Maybe my friend over here can convince you to try a little harder.” he smiled. Amy’s heart sank. She was never going to survive this. They were going to torture her to death. She always loved the idea of being tortured and even of losing control. But not like this. In the end, the person would cuddle and hold her and make her feel better after the torture. There would be no cuddling or holding here. Only agony. The thought of her never seeing her children’s faces again dominated her mind. The idea of them being raised by someone who could do this to someone he’d once loved. Her mind went back to her father and how he’d abused her since she was 9. Her oldest daughter was 6 and she had two other daughters as well. Images of what had been done to her ran through her head. She sat displaced from the scene running through her head. It was a scene that had replayed many times in her head. She was watching her own rape. It played out just like it had every time it invaded her mind. As the man was about to cum he looked up at her and instead of her father, it was her ex-husband and instead of her, it was her daughter. Fire once again boiled in Amy’s blood. This would never happen to her daughter. Even if they killed her, he would never touch her daughter like that. But as much fire as Amy had in her, she barely had the strength to stand, let alone kill a room full of men. The scared Mexican stared at Amy’s dazed face for a moment. He saw her eyes flare up. His hardened as he saw his victim regain her strength. He slowly began to unzip his pants. The other guys stared intently. As many times as they had raped women together, they’d never seen his cock. Although they were all straight, the were curious. Amy as well as the other men stared as though he was unveiling some sort of secret weapon. But instead of some super massive horse cock, that they were expecting, it was short, maybe three inches at best and truncated. Clearly someone had bitten his head off. The other three guys burst out laughing until they realized what happened. His sharp look made them immediately shut up. He pulled something out of the cargo pants he’d been wearing. The other guys were confused, but Amy’s eyes widened in fear. She knew it was a strap on. When he got done assembling it, it was 13 inches long and thicker than the bottle that she’d been sodomized with. It had raised metal protrusions running the entire length of it. He sat down on the pool table.
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