Walter Collins - Tijuana slut

It didn't take me long to find out. I was forced to lie on my belly and my arms were pulled behind me. My right wrist was tied to my right ankle. My left wrist was secured to my left ankle. I was hauled off the ground by two ropes. My back strained in cramping nausea as they raised me until I was waist high. My tummy was taut from being forced outward. My boobs dangled below me and my buttocks locked with painful charley horses.

The second guard dropped his pants and shorts to his knees. His fingers dug into my flesh and forced a tunnel open to my rectum. I felt the cock tear into my asshole. It burned bad. My head hung down and collected the blood as it drained from above me. I got a terrible headache, The other guy, the one who'd just fucked me, pulled his limp tool out. Jerking my head up, he forced my mouth open.

They began to swing me back and forth. One cock would be coming out as the other cock was going in. It was painful, but not as bad as the other

position. I could bear it. The new bondage at least centered the pain on the ankles. I would have passed out if it had been on my wrists again.

I rode back and forth on the sadistic cocks. They swung me at different angles, thrilling their heated tools with each sway or jiggle of the ropes. My mind fogged over with pain. I was enduring it, but the fear of being crippled gnawed at me with a new urgency.

The guy who'd stuffed his limp cock in my mouth was having a hard time getting a hard-on. The one in my asshole was roaring hard. The cock in my mouth stretched and bent. It wiggled and slithered around as it slowly swelled and tightened. The other prick zipped back and forth lustily. He enjoyed hurting my painfully dry hole and cramped muscles.

As the cock in my mouth stiffened, it began to go deeper. It slapped my palate and bruised the little do-dad at the back of my mouth. It burned my tongue and bruised my gums. I twisted and thrashed as the agonizing pain in my back consumed my whole body.

I was utterly helpless. I couldn't do a thing to prevent the attack. I couldn't do a thing to ease the pain. All I could do was dangle there and let myself be jabbed by their vicious pricks.

The men moved back a step at either end so they could swing me in a bigger arc. One of the cocks was about to fall out. I went the other way and picked up speed. The cock crashed into me

with the force of a pile driver. The other one came almost out.

The guy fucking my ass bent down. He pulled his belt out of his pants. I didn't know what was going on until he swung the tip of it under me. It caught my flopping boobs. The pain was absolutely incredible. I twitched and twisted in agony. My whole body trembled, giving them an added thrill. I grew lightheaded. I saw flashes of pain and heard a heavy buzzing in my ears. My body turned a pasty white and I almost blacked out.

The man waited until I'd recovered. He wanted me to feel the maximum humiliation when he did it again. The belt caught my right nipple. He timed it so the cock in my mouth was deeply wedged in my throat and I wouldn't be able to bite down. I twisted and twitched in total suffering.

They kept it up. I swung back and forth as they kept beating my knockers to increase my pain and their thrills. I swayed like a pendulum for nearly fifteen minutes. It seemed like a full lifetime to me. I'd given up all hope by the time the cock exploded in my ass. Surprisingly enough, the one in my mouth spurted a few seconds later and I was cut down.

The guards didn't bother undoing me. I was left tethered, resting on my tits and belly. I lay that way for a long time. Finally I found enough strength to work on the bondage. This was the first time they'd left the ropes at all slack. I began to twist my tortured wrists around in an effort to

squeeze past the knots holding them to my ankles. Each movement of my hands sent pain shooting through my arms.

The more I struggled, the more my hopes grew. One thing led to another and I decided to try and escape if I got loose. The pain was almost too much to cope with. The hope of freedom was all that kept me at it. If I could just undo the knots I might be all right. I was sure I'd be able to get my legs to work one way or the other. There wasn't anything to lose. The pain of these tortures couldn't get any worse. I doubted seriously that I'd be able to endure it until the next day anyway. Besides, I had no idea what awaited me after that.

I struggled with the tight knots until my wrists were bleeding before one came free. I must have taken two hours to get the one hand free and work the knots loose on the other. Fifteen minutes later I was completely out of the rope.

I started trying to get my muscles to work. I crawled. I limped. I nearly passed out a dozen times as I forced myself to keep at it. I was weak with hunger and thirst. Every step brought excruciating agony from strained muscles and organs. When I was able to move again, I decided it was time to start on the door. I was in luck. They hadn't locked it. They'd left me in so much pain that escape was supposed to be impossible.

The hall was empty. My stomach began to burn and knot. My mouth was bone-dry and I felt my knees shaking weakly as I worked up my nerve. I

took a deep breath and stepped out of the tiny cell. I tried to run. There wasn't any great surge of energy. I was moving, but it was in a stooped, staggering limp. It wasn't a sprint.

I made it to the wash room. There wasn't any noise inside. I was so thirsty I had to have a drink before going on. I limped in, drank from the faucet until my stomach was on fire and rested for a few minutes. The rest did me good. My heart was still racing and I was breathing hard, but I wasn't shaking any more. I checked the hall. It was clear.

The moans of other girls filled the air. I wanted to free them, but couldn't take the time. The stairs were just a few feet away. I took a big gulp of air and staggered to it.

It was all I could do to drag myself up the steps. I didn't know where I was going. I had no idea what kind of floor plan the building had. I'd only been in a few rooms and hadn't been in too good of condition at the time. I had no idea where the outside doors were or how they were guarded. I thought I knew where the dogs were kept and hoped I was headed away from them. It was a chance I'd have to take.

The stairs ended in a dimly lit corridor. I recognized it as the floor where the guards lived. I could hear them laughing. The laughs were followed with a long whimpering sob from a girl. I was in luck. They were so busy in their quarters that the hall was empty.

The doors all along the passage were shut. My

heart was beating wildly and felt like it was in my throat. I limped away from the guards' area. My luck held. No one came out of the rooms. The laughing grew fainter.

Turning a corner, I came into a brighter hall. Big windows, with long, velvet drapes flanked one side. I could see that it was late afternoon. A door opened down the hall. I dodged behind one of the curtains. There were quiet footsteps. They echoed softly and faded as the man turned a corner.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, I saw a big double door at the far end. It had to be the front door. Did I dare try it? I'd been brought in the back way. I knew there were guards. I'd seen them when I was brought in. I was sure that it would be watched. It was a three-story drop to the courtyard. There were no fire escapes on this side and the windows didn't open.

The door directly in front of the curtain where I was hiding creaked. Two men dragged a whimpering girl of about fifteen out and down the hall. I held my breath and watched through a slit in the cloth panels.

When the girl and the guards had gone, a neatly dressed American stepped out and headed towards the front door. The minute he disappeared, I crossed my fingers and ducked across the hall.