Walter Collins - Tijuana slut

straight at the ceiling. My mouth was forced open. Loops of wire were tightened around my lower front teeth.

I felt the cruel, thin loops draw blood from my gums as my jaw was pulled wide. The wires were tied tightly to the collar on my neck. My already injured jaw filled me with pounding pain.

The men fastened clamps to the corners of my mouth and almost ripped my lips as they tied them to the ring at the back of my neck. My mouth was open and my lips were drawn taut.

They tipped me upside down and fastened my ankles to the hook on the ball. The men raised the chain until I was dangling about waist high above the floor. My mouth was opened and pointed straight down.

They moved a low table under me. One at a time the cruel men stripped. My neck ached and cramped. My jaw and lips burned with pain. My head was splitting. The blood rushing down made the position even crueler.

The first man scooted between me and the table. His big hard-on bounced happily against his belly and rubbed my nose. Two of the men lifted me a little by the pole that secured my arms. The man lined his hard-on up with my mouth and held it.

The other two dropped me. The cock shot to the back of my mouth, ricocheted off and slid into my throat. The men cheered. Someone began to push my arms and I began to spin.

I felt myself being raised a little. Someone

adjusted the chain so the cock didn't go so deep that I would choke to death. I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast the day before. I'd vomited during the beatings I'd taken the night before so I had nothing left inside to spill out.

The head of the cock burned against the back of my mouth. The strong shaft shivered as I spun on it. My tongue and cheeks felt the rugged veins as they bounced unevenly against my straining flesh.

The man got hotter. He began to arch his hips in a regular rhythm. My nose would be dragged through his crotch hair and across the top of his balls when my throat was plugged. Then he'd fall back and the cock would thrill against my swollen tongue and tender palate.

Spit began to drip and ran from my mouth as I spun dizzily over him. The cock grew larger and larger. I was dropped until the cock wedged deep in my throat. Someone slapped my shins with a stick. I jerked and shuddered. My whole body contorted with pain.

The cock in my throat began to spurt. They kept hitting my ankles and shins with the stick and my throat milked the cum out of him. They pulled me up. The slime poured from my mouth. The man dodged quickly away and someone else wiped the table off before lying down.

The second man had an even bigger prick than the first. His cock tasted just as salty and his crotch smelled strongly of need. They didn't spin me this time. The man grabbed my nipples and began to

pull me back and forth.

My nose brushed through his crotch hair and mashed into his lower belly. The strong cock slapped back and forth in my tortured mouth. It rubbed against the palate, wedged in my throat and then slapped against my tongue.

The dizziness cleared from my head, but the blood and pressure made it ache worse than any migraine I'd ever had. His fingers stretched my poor little nipples way out. He jabbed them viciously into the soft flesh until they almost met my ribs. I swung helplessly back and forth.

I lost my ability to think or reason. The pain and humiliation were unbearable. It seemed to go on forever. I was shoved back and forth. His cock rubbed and rubbed. I seemed to swing for an eternity. My saliva dried up. The cum and syrup was all that kept the new cock in my mouth slick.

The men began beating my shins again. The pain flooded through me. The whole world was a haze. The only reality that stayed was the cock I was pinioned on. It was the one thing I couldn't forget.

Finally, he began to shiver and come. I was lowered again. They didn't release me until I'd trapped every bit of his silvery fuck-milk above his pecker-head. Then he pulled away and they laughed as it drained from my open mouth.

I started doubling up. My stomach locked in knots and drew me up. My legs began to twitch. They finally lowered me and undid the contraption around my head. I fainted.

The men weren't done with me. I woke up to the painful shock of cold water and a rag soaked in ammonia. They passed me back and forth for five minutes. They squeezed and poked my abused body before dragging me to one of the bunks.

I was too weak and used up to move. I felt a weight fall across my stomach. My legs were forced open. I knew what was happening, but didn't care. I didn't even open my eyes to see who it was.

The center of my inner split was raw from the way I'd been tied when I first arrived. My cunt-lips were bruised and swollen from the inhuman leash they'd led me around by. My cunt was still sore from being raped. For some reason I didn't care. I felt the fiery pain of the attack, but didn't flinch. My head felt like a half-dozen bombs were going off in it.

The man bounced up and down on me. I felt his shaft burn against my cunt. It didn't turn me on. It just hurt. His cock slammed against my bruised cervix. A whimper reached my ears. It took a few minutes to realize that it was coming from me.

The weight against my swollen nipples and bruised tits was intensely painful. The attack became so brutal that it cut a new path of agony into my mind.

The big cock finally shot off into my cunt. I was jerked off the bunk. Another man crashed on top. A new cock drove deeply into my tortured slit. The men laughed as he made sloshing noises. My gash was so juicy and coated with their jism that it

sucked and popped as he fucked me.

Man after man fucked me. All but the last one had their turn at my mouth, pussy, or asshole. The last one looked at my used body. I stunk of sweat and used cum. I saw everything through a red haze of pain. It took a few minutes for his voice to drift through the deep fog and reach my numb mind.

"Jack me off, slut!"

I looked at him blankly. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick.

"Hammer my cock!"

I moved my hand obediently back and forth. I didn't do it fast 'enough to suit him. One of the men approached me with a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He tipped the bottle over and poured the stuff over my tortured twat. I screamed in pain. Forgetting the cock in my hand, I tried to claw my burning cunt apart.

The men forced my hands back to the man's prick.

"We'll wash it when you finish with him," one of the guards laughed.

I never worked at anything so hard or fast. I did my best to beat his meat in seconds. I hammered his cock as if my life depended on it. I flailed his rigid boner. My thigh muscles screamed in protest. I locked my legs together in an effort to stop the fiery pain that burned my cunt.

The thin, outer skin on the blushing hard-on slid back and forth. The hole in the end of the red dick popped and winked. His clear oil dripped from the

hole and oozed across my fingers. The biting smell of the alcohol and the putrid odor of too much sex burned my nostrils. The taste of cum, mixed with the saltiness of their cocks and the dryness of fear, clung to my mouth. I struggled to hurry him along before the burning in my cunt drove me insane.

The smacking of my fist against his hairy pubic bone kept me on edge. I tensely waited for him to complain that I had hurt hint I knew that I'd get a fist in the face at any second and did my best to be careful. I tried, but the burning made me keep up my desperate bid to get him to spurt.

My hand and arm began to ache from the strain and weakened condition. The fire between my legs got so bad that I couldn't stand it. I bent forward without being asked and took the head of his cock in my mouth.

The waves of heat were gripping my twat as I began to chew on the crimson knob. I still hammered my hand back and forth. It seemed to take forever.