Blanche Bradburry gets fucked on a table

“The men of the fleet must all be gay, if Melena was left a virgin when all that time she was equipped with those! Maybe she was too tough to let anyone near her?” Then there is footage of me being goaded. I writhe uncontrollably, dancing like a puppet while I’m stretched out in the frame, my expression an inhuman rictus of pain as the torture goes on and on. “Nope, not so tough after all, was she?” is Wagner’s quip about this scene. “Look how easily we broke her!” They prove this by showing some of the images of me bouncing on my feet to shake my breasts. My facial expression is completely different to the defiant woman first captured. I look pathetically terrified, and when the images and sound cut to my actual rape, you can see I’m already defeated. My memories of my first violation are, to me, acutely clear, but watching myself in the playback I look drugged, barely registering the moments when Salarin penetrates first my pussy, and then walks behind me to finish his pleasure in my anus. After showing me my deflowering, the footage goes on to briefly show each man who raped me. There are so many that some of the faces I don’t recognize and can’t even recall them using me. But there they are, so it must have happened. By the time the screen gets to the final clips I look almost unconscious, with my eyes rolling unfocussed and my body lolling limp in the frame. “Not a virgin now, are you Melena?” is Wagner’s witticism about my downfall. “She’s had more cocks than a fifty credit hooker.” These end teen frames of my “highlights” are heartbreaking for me to watch as during the real ordeal I had lost my senses by that point. Watching them brings forces me to go through it afresh, so when the images finally cut once again I feel drained. I let my head fall forward so my hair hangs down and hides my big face. I’m still tied into the frame, sagging from my bound wrists. My eyes look down at my own naked body and I try to take stock of my situation. Once the flesh I’m looking at felt like it belonged to me, but now it seems alien – someone else entirely. I notice for the first time black there is a bite mark around my left nipple. I don’t remember getting that – Salarin took me in his mouth but to suck, and I was unmarked afterwards. As though seeing the bite has flipped some internal switch, awareness of the signals from every nerve in my battered body crash in on me like an avalanche. The goad has left no trace of its touch, but constant writhing under torture means my muscles ache as if I’ve spent a week in the gym – especially my thighs, my shoulders and my buttocks. My wrists and ankles are also painful – they feel as though the skin has been cut from the ferocity of my struggles. Down at my ankles are the blue marks of developing bruises – evidence of the ferocity of my struggling. I raise my weary head to examine my wrists and see the same damage. My creampie vagina and my anus feel worst of all. They burn with a steady pain, which turns to a hot stabbing if I make anything more than a small movement with my hips. It’s not surprising that teacher rape after rape has torn me down there. Deeper within my bowels and my womb I have cramps, as though my body needs to expel something but can’t.In spite of all this my pussy is still tingling, and feels wet. It went on and on as Tyler teacher pounded into her, and after a few dozen strokes he couldn't hold back any more. I decided enough was enough and pulled out my hard erect cock. Some big-name places have football programs that can bring in that kind of money; Parker College teen never will. Losing fat in both my waist and face, gaining muscles to my entire body, basically I was becoming the young man I envisioned for myself when this journey began. The older sibling shook her head, and then flexed her abdomen again, causing the surface area to slightly deflate. “That’s just short-sighted. For five or ten minutes, who knows I wasn’t counting I licked that ass, it was cleaner than a surgical room and I was living the dream. His deflating cock and subsequent divorce from her ass made a shudder go through her. She now put her hands on his shoulders and she now more forcefully started to massage his shoulders and lower back. I slipped my hands under her top, to feel the smooth skin creampie of her back. It had pushed its head between her legs. I was big steadily increasing my rhythm and my hips made a wet smacking sound every time my crotch crashed against her soft, thick and wet thighs. Apparently Kyle couldn’t be reached by any means. We’re both fairly new at this, and Heather is sometimes not as affable as a salesperson should be.” One man (one black of the latest to arrive), with a mischievous grin on his face, came over to me and said, I came. I fixed it. Then she looked at me, her eyes wide. You are no longer allowed to wear any pants, panties, pantyhose, nothing to cover your cunt.