Walter Collins: Tijuana slut

The bidding was completed quickly and I was carried away. The guards were busy feeling my tits as they supported me. I found the strength returning a little as I tried to use my legs. I was able to stand shakily by the time I was pushed inside the strange room.

My new master was waiting there. He was ready to inflict his own special kind of degradation on me. It was a good thing my legs could support the weight.

The first thing I noticed was the metal pole anchored in the center of the floor. It was almost two inches thick and had a big dildo forced over the end of it. My master walked all the way around me. He pinched my nipples and my ass as I stood

there trembling. Suddenly he grabbed me and forced me to the upright pole.

"Raise your leg, bitch!" he said, with a heavy Mexican accent.

I knew he'd win in the end and hoped to escape the certain punishment a refusal would bring. The man lifted me up and set me down on the big rubber cock. It was small compared to the donkey. My pussy was still full of donkey-cum and had no trouble accepting the make-believe hard-on as I was impaled on it.

It plugged me clear to the bottom of my cunt. I managed to keep from getting hurt on the pinioning spear by standing on my tiptoes.

"No! No, please… " I begged as the man picked up the same kind of cattle-prodder the men had used on me and the dogs that morning.

A trickle of spittle ran from the corner of his mouth as he adjusted a setting on it and put it where I could see it. He quickly removed his clothes and picked the terrifying thing back up. I gripped the metal pole between my legs and held on for dear life. He circled me.

"Uhhh! Oh!" I whimpered as the thing touched my ass. "Ooooh, Jesus!" I groaned as I jerked forward automatically and the dildo stretched and tore at my cunt.

It was a nightmare. No matter how hard I tried not to, I would jerk away from the electrical sting of the disgusting prodder. I tried to understand how someone could be so monstrously cruel, but

couldn't. The cum began to dry and my cunt-walls clung to the rubber. It was like I'd been glued in place. The harder the slime got, the worse it pulled and tugged at my sensitive insides.

He didn't stop until I was so exhausted I couldn't hold myself up any longer. He didn't stop until I slumped over. I braced myself on the strong, front muscles of my cunt and dangled hopelessly with my boobs and hair extended towards the floor. My hands were too weak to right myself. They slipped vainly on the pole. He could have fucked me with a basketball and I would have been able to take it.

My tormentor set the cattle-prodder aside. He grabbed the hair on top of my head. He pulled my face up so he could see the agony that twisted it. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the post. He threw me like bundle of dirty laundry. I flopped on the floor.

"Crawl, slut-kiss my feet and beg me to shove a cock in your ass!"

I curled into a ball and lay there shaking. He picked up the cattle-prodder again. I started to roll over and get on my knees. I wasn't fast enough. The electric stick hit my sagging snatch. I jerked onto all fours and scooted away in desperation.

He hit me again. I crawled. I rolled. I scooted. I slithered. It was all in a vain attempt to get away from the merciless attack. I wanted to run away. I wanted to defend myself, but I was helpless and exhausted. I was totally at his mercy.

He backed me into a corner and then walked to the other side of the room.

"Crawl, you filthy, useless pig. Crawl to me on your hands and knees. Beg for the privilege of being sodomized by a real man."

My mind and pride cried out to resist. I was a woman. I was a human. I had rights. I shouldn't have to crawl and grovel like a dog-especially not to be further abused and humiliated. My body had given up. I was afraid my heart would give out if he hit me with that prodder again.

I crawled to him. I kept my head down and my eyes on the floor. I felt my boobs bouncing painfully from my chest. I felt the burning agony of my open, dry cunt as my ass swayed back and forth like a cow's. My matted, tangled and frizzled hair hung in my eyes and acted like blinders as I worked my way to him.

"Kiss my feet!"

I lowered myself slowly, trying to push the rebellion out of my mind. His feet stunk. I kissed both of them.

"Now my ass-with your tongue!"

I raised up. The man turned around, bent over and spread his cheeks. I looked at his hairy shit-hole. It was dirty. It smelled. His balls hung in view. I gritted my teeth, and forced myself to do it.

Grinning triumphantly, he turned. Spitting in my face, he demanded that I beg to be fucked in the asshole.

"Please… " I whispered. "Please ram your cock up my ass.

"Louder!"

"Please… " I choked. "Please ram your cock up my ass.

"Louder!"

"Please screw me in the butt!" I cried hoarsely.

"Describe what you want me to do," he chuck led.

"I. I want you to go fuck yourself!" I sobbed defiantly.

A foot caught me squarely in the breast. He kicked me again in the ribs. He smashed his foot into my stomach, my twat, my arms and my legs.

"Describe what you want me to do," he growled.

"Please sir, please stick your cock against my little asshole. Push your big dick clear to the bottom. Ram it back and forth until I have the honor of pleasing you," I sobbed hopelessly.

"That's better, pig," the man laughed. "Suck on my pecker first."

Every muscle in my body burned and shook from the brutal stomping he'd just given me. I struggled desperately. Finally I got to my hands and knees. I braced myself against him and pulled myself up a little. Resting against his legs, I hugged his ass and lifted myself into position.

I'd never been so completely humbled. I'd had to crawl, beg and now use every ounce of strength I could muster to commit an act of love with a

man I despised.

I pushed my filthy red hair out of my face. My arms were shaking. I was weaving back and forth weakly. It took one hell of a big effort to clear the pain fog away and open my mouth enough to stick his roaring-hard cock in.

The cock tasted salty against my dry tongue. It took several seconds before his juices made up for the saliva that should have been there. I don't know how he could have enjoyed it. My lips were dry and cracked instead of soft. My tongue was swollen so big that he couldn't get the penetration he wanted. I was too weak to move well.

I let his cock run in and out and awkwardly tried to move my tongue around. He got so impatient that lie jabbed me hard. The cock forced its way to the back of my mouth. Buzzing lights swam in front of me and I collapsed.

The man didn't have any mercy. He rolled me onto my stomach and dragged my ass into the air. I felt his meat press against my cum-crusted asshole. I heard my own whimpering as he drove his prick into my raw hole.

I felt the loud smack of his hand as it crashed into my hips. It seemed so unreal. It took a long time for the warm burning sensation to come from my reddened skin and tell me that it hurt. He let go of my ass and followed me forward as I slid along on my face and tits. He locked his legs on the outside of mine. I could feel his shaft rubbing my bruised buttocks and crack.

He fucked me in the most brutal way he could. He made sure I felt every degrading jolt. He slammed his pelvis into my ass as hard as he could. I felt his burning dick filing the crusted jism from my hole. I felt it pound deep inside me as my belly smacked the concrete loudly. I felt the sharp jolts of my hip and pelvic bones grating against the floor.

He rested all of his weight on my back. My tits were mashed cruelly under me. He pulled my ass into the air. He poised himself and smashed down. My hips cracked viciously into the cold, hard surface and made me moan in agony.