Walter Collins: Tijuana slut

My flesh was so tender that the slightest touch sent waves of nausea racing through me. I felt the cock go all the way home. My bruised tits jiggled and flopped. His big belly rested on my raw ass. His legs banged against mine.

He drew his prick out. He was really hot. He wasn't going to fuck slow. His tool began to knife

and jab in and out of my ass like a maniac. My bruised flesh trembled from the attack. My tits continued to sway and dance as they hung loosely suspended from my chest.

I'd gone through an eternity in hell there. I could see my reflection in the highly polished black cabinet door. My eyes were red and puffed almost shut. My face was crusted with cunt and lined with rivers of tear stains. My lips were swollen and my mouth was slack. The luster in my eyes was gone. Angry bruises covered my shoulders and arms. My tits were a bright red and my nipples and areolas were swollen to almost three times their natural size.

The man grinding his cock into my ass was slobbering all over himself. His big belly was bouncing. He was watching the mirror image, too. He seemed fascinated by the strain which lined my face. He went out of his way to hurt me enough for the cords in my neck to bulge.

Every time he wanted to get an extra reaction from me, he'd step on the leash and strain my cunt-lips further from my crack. My eyes would widen. My face would redden and my mouth would quiver uncontrollably.

The cuffs were wearing my wrists and ankles raw. My flopping boobs were straining the muscles of my chest and making them ache. The man was getting more excited by the minute. He started hammering my slender back with his fists. New waves of agony flooded my body. My mind was

reeling. I was on the verge of passing out.

If it hadn't been for the cabinet door, I might have. But he stopped pounding the minute he saw my face turn from a bright red to a pasty white. He even slowed the slithering fuck-action of his cock in my asshole.

"Bitch!" he growled in disappointment. "You re gonna suffer. You're gonna feel every stroke of my cock in your ass. You're gonna feel me come in your dirty hole!"

My legs were so shaky that he had to grip my hips to keep me from falling to the floor. He could still stretch my labes because I was partially supported by the chair's seat and back. Each time he moved my hips, it tore my tender cunt-lips and sent new waves of fire shooting through the pinched flaps.

His slick prick-shaft slid freely back and forth. He began to swivel his hips and grind in circles. I could see the lust and thrills my unwilling body was giving this sadistic monster.

He was getting hotter and hotter. His speed picked up again. More sweat poured from my body and my eyes tried to give more tears, but couldn't.

He stopped fucking for a second. Trembling with excitement, he hastily undid my chains and threw me face down on the floor. He pounced on me. His knee drove between my thighs and forced my legs apart. My tits were mashed into the cold concrete. The hard chill cleared my head a little as I rested on it.

He drove his cock between the cheeks of my ass again, crushing me with his weight. I felt his brutal hips bounce back and forth against my bruised ass. My tummy hurt as it slapped the floor. The pain was even more excruciating now that my mind wasn't fogged. I could feel his cock as it burned its way in and out. The pain had made my asshole more sensitive. I could feel him with every fiber of my body. It hurt like hell. Even worse, it was humiliating. It was destroying me as a human being.

My mind rebelled. I wasn't going to let that happen. I started to fight it. I wasn't going to grovel in front of this inhuman monster.

The hard-on fucking my ass began to tremble and buck. It expanded as he drove relentlessly on. The stench of my abused body filled my nostrils. The taste of cocks, cum and shit clung to my mouth along with the taste of fear and pain. The room echoed the lusty pants of the man and the choked whimpers that seeped from me.

My belly made sucking noises each time the man pulled up. My hip bones slapped the concrete as his hips crashed noisily into my reddened ass on the way down.

He filled my asshole with his jism and climbed off. Carefully chaining me into the chair, he left the room. The guards came for me. They had to carry me back to the closet. My hands were cuffed behind me and the humiliating leash dangled from my cunt-lips like a solid stream of piss.

I have no idea how long I slept. I wasn't able to get comfortable. They didn't give me a chance to really wake up on my own either.

A cold bucket of water brought me out of the restless half-sleep with a start. My body screamed in protest. I ached and hurt all over. The guard laughed as he dragged me out of the cell and forced me to stand. Pain shot through my legs and groin, and I started to crumple. The man grabbed the leash and jerked it tight. I felt a new wave of pain shoot the length of my split. I struggled to keep from falling.

My hands were still fastened behind me. The pain was so bad that I couldn't straighten up. I waddled like a duck behind the man. He pulled happily on the leash and watched as I tried to keep from having my delicate labes made into dumbo

ears.

He led me into a small, tiled room, then unfastened the handcuffs and chained me spread eagled like I'd been on the stage.

"Bath time," he laughed as he undid the leash. I watched fearfully as he grabbed a high-pressure fire hose from the side and turned on the water. The nozzle was closed. The hose danced like a cobra. It slithered across the floor and tried to rise. The man caught up with the nozzle. He opened the end and hit me in the stomach with it.

The air whished from my lungs like I'd been hit by a fist. He lowered the stream for a split second and it kicked me in the groin. Then he hit me in the belly again. My face turned red as I twisted and tried vainly to double up. He spent several minutes hosing me like that. My head was buzzing from lack of air. I was a deep red and my eyes were bugging from their sockets.

When he tired of his little game, he shut the nozzle. He dropped it and let the hose dance on the floor. He picked up a bar of Lava soap and a scrub brush. He rubbed my tender flesh with the sandy bar and bristles. He kept at it until I was almost bleeding before he stopped and turned the hose on me again.

When he finished, he hooked the clamp back on my raw cunt-lips and unchained me. My muscles responded a little better. In spite of the debasement of being led by my snatch and being raw all over, I felt a little better.

I hadn't realized how weak I was until I struggled up the stairs behind him. It was all I could do to reach the second floor. I was pulled down the hall to a large room filled with bunks. It looked like an Army barracks. There were a dozen men sitting there waiting for me.

The leash was unfastened. I stood shakily. They cuffed my ankles. The chains rattled and clanked against the concrete floor. I was forced to stand under a hook hanging from the ceiling. I stared at the overhead chain uneasily. It was hooked to a large ball that reminded me of a ballbearing. The ball had a large hook like the kind used on tow chains. The whole thing could be raised or lowered from high overhead.

I tried to back away as the men converged on me. One of them was carrying a cruel-looking harness. Another was holding a broom handle. A third picked up a length of cord.

"No! Please…" I sobbed.

My protests and pleas were ignored as usual. My arms were jerked out and fastened to the ends of the broom handle. The harness was buckled around my forehead and tightened by a screw until it was so tight my bones almost cracked. My head started pounding in protest.

A second collar was buckled around my neck and tightened until it bit into the flesh and wouldn't slide around. I heard a snap as a cable was clicked onto the harness at the back of my head. It was jerked back and stretched until I was looking