I had the feeling I’d slept for several hours though it was difficult to tell. At first, I was disoriented and it took me a minute to remember where I was. My pussy felt like it had been raped. During the night one girl came down, pulled the cover off and pissed on me. She whipped my cunt several times, threw the quilt over me and went upstairs. Despite the quilt, I was chilled by the piss. I’d barely drifted off to sleep again when someone else came down, pissed on me and raked their nails over the soles of my feet. I pleaded for whoever it was to tell me what time it was. They didn’t speak to me. I had no idea whether it was day or night and that was maddening.
The blindfold was especially irritating. I lay there unable to move my position. I listened for noises but heard nothing. Not knowing where I was, what time it was, what came next bugged me tremendously. I desperately needed to pee and eventually pissed on the mattress. I felt abandoned and hopeless. I truthfully regretted that I agreed to do this.
I heard faint noises upstairs. Though I perceived I was definitely in a basement or something, this was different from Mavis basement; here I barely could hear sounds above me. Footsteps came down the stairs again and a voice said hey bitch this is Whitney, remember me? I said yes. She said to say hello to Karen, her younger sister who skipped school and came over this morning. How she got there I have no clue but I later found out Whitney drove over and got her. Whitney grabbed the cover off me and exposed my body. Karen mocked and made comments about me. Whitney slapped my face and pissed on me. I figured Karen was watching.
Whitney wanted me to eat Karen. I felt her body straddling mine and her pussy and her pussy within inches of my face. I could smell her cunt, I paused for a few seconds and flicked my tongue, and she lowered her pussy closer. I explored up and down her slit. She was smooth. My tongue tip found the area just above her pussy, the smoothness of her skin was like silk. I could not sense any sign of hair or stubble at all. She shifted her position slightly; seemingly pushing herself more to me. She tasted like honey and my tongue flicked inside her cunt. The warm wetness that I touched with my tongue seemed to run the full length of her cunt. I pushed a little further with my tongue.
She worked her hips up and down, even telling me to lick her deeper until I heard her say Yes that’s it slut, just there. I circled my tongue around her clit, licked up and down; there was wetness everywhere I touched. I could feel her moving over me, she was squirming around on my face. I found myself getting aroused, sensing that I, too, was wet. This girl was good. I continued to lick her cunt now for all it was worth. Without warning; she clamped her legs around my head, called me a fucking old slut, gave a guttural moan, and exploded into a massive orgasm. Without a doubt I think this was the highlight of my ordeal. I thanked her then asked her how old she was. She giggled and replied, 14.
Other girls came down so I figured it must be mid morning. I smelled coffee. I know Jas is a late sleeper given the opportunity. I heard Chanel’s booming voice asking me how I was doing. I nodded okay; but the plug and blindfold were irritating me. I asked Chanel if I could have coffee and something to eat. She sent a girl upstairs. Chanel said they had to get me off this stinky mattress, so they took the chains off the cuffs and unhooked the chain at my collar. Weakly I shifted off the bed and stood. Even though the chains were off, the cuffs were still padlocked around my ankles and wrists. I was told to clasp my hands together behind my back. They had me stand and turn my butt to them and work the plug out. It stank. Jas told me to show them what a pig I was and lick it. I hesitated and someone, probably Jas, wrestled the plug from me and shoved it down my throat. I gagged; it was gross. I though I’d throw up. Someone took the plug and forced a beer into my mouth. I thought this is useless degradation.
Chanel told them to ease off for a minute. She had some of them take the pee soaked mattress off the bed, take it upstairs and let it dry and air out in the sun.
Someone returned with a coffee and a peanut butter and banana sandwich. I thanked her, thanked Chanel and devoured it. Jas came down while I was finishing the second cup. She told me to get on my knees so she could piss. Chanel took the coffee cup and I knelt. She pissed and another girl did too. I sighed, I’d lost track long ago of how many times I’d been used as a toilet. For a few minutes I sensed girls standing around as if nobody was quite sure where to start on me. I asked for permission to shit and pee. Jas seemed to relish that I was now asking for the most basic of human privileges. Chanel told someone to get a bucket and paper. Someone shoved a bucket under me and I had to squat over the bucket I knew they were watching but it didn’t make a difference. I cleaned myself and mercifully some girl carried the waste upstairs. Finally Jas told me to eat her off and I did. Another girl stepped in. Without warning; she clamped her legs around my head and pulled my face tightly against her cunt. I wasn’t really eating her she was just using my face to grind herself off. She orgasmed against my face then pulled my face back by my hair and had me lick her clean. I have no idea who that was. I was just reacting to what she dictated.
Chanel said she was going to a deli to get some food and would be back shortly. Jas didn’t like the fact that I was sitting on the floor untied and I remember Chanel telling her to do what she wanted. So Jas attached the wrist cuffs behind my back and had me sit cross-legged. She attached something to my collar, bent me forward and tied the rope to my ankle cuffs. I was sort of in a ball position, unable to sit up straight. Another girl pissed on me then they went upstairs. I waited, fatigued and defeated, in total despair.
Someone came back, Chanel, I presumed. I figured they were eating and whether it was breakfast or lunch I had no idea. They came back down. Some girl pulled my head back and stuck her pussy in my face, and I ate her like some mechanical robot. By now though the girls seemed a little bit livelier and Jas untied the rope from my collar to my feet and stretched me out on the floor.
One girl quickly mounted me, squatted over my face and said this is Whitney again; she was going to give me a present. She lowered her ass trapping my face under her cheeks. I began licking. I was responding like a robot. I felt her hole expand and her say ahhhhh. I shouted out a groan, tried desperately to shift my face to one side. She started shitting. I kept trying to move away but couldn’t. I cried, knowing she’d browned my face. She got off, called me a shit faced bitch. I lay there crying, smelling her mess. They howled in laughter. I shook in despair. The goo fell off and they smeared my face. Jas shouted at me called me a pig and had I oink. The girls were laughing. I cried. They taunted me mercilessly for that. Jas didn’t waste a moment and squatted over me and shit, this time right over my cunt. I thought if they all do this to me, I’m doomed. But for some reason no one else did. Jas laughed, this girl laughed. I found out later it was Jessie.
I smelled like an absolute pig and the room reeked of shit. It was so strong some of them left and went upstairs leaving the mess piled on me and around me. I burst into tears again. Someone came down and I heard Chanel say it stunk like shit down here. She made one girl come down and pick up the poop. She told me Katrina was on her way over and that brightened my spirits.
Someone drove up and within minutes I heard footsteps on the stairs and Katrina’s voice saying … well salope you are one fucking mess. Jas gleefully related all the activities they’d done and a chorus of voices added details she missed. I thanked Katrina for coming. Then I pleaded with her to please take the damn blindfold off. She asked how long I’d been blindfolded and I responded since they’d picked me up at the meeting spot. Katrina told them to remove it at once.
They returned me to a sitting position and took the tape off them the blindfold. At first I couldn’t see and squinted. Everything was dim until my eyes adjusted to the light. Katrina and Chanel were standing there along with Jas, Jessie, Whitney; the other three girls I didn’t know. They were introduced as Karen, Whitney’s sister, Keisha, fairly plain, and Natalie, the chubby one. My eyes moved to survey the enclosure. It wasn’t much bigger than an average bedroom about 12 x 12. The floor was rough concrete and the walls made of old brick. The room was lit by a bare light bulb in the ceiling. There were no windows. The ceiling was made of rough cut beams. In one part of the enclosure was the bed frame I’d spent the night on and other than that there wasn’t anything down there except for some old wooden shelves that had some miscellaneous dusty junk on them, my toy bag was on the shelves. Next to the shelves was and a wooden box. The place was more like a bunker than a basement. One wall of the room had a metal door that presumably led outside. There was some kind of a large pipe opening in one wall that I later learned provided ventilation to the damn bunker.
I asked where I was. Whitney told me this was her grandmother’s house off highway 74 east of the city. The room I was in had been dug out as a storm cellar. I asked what time it was which day it was, and was told around 2:00 on Friday. I sighed. I hadn’t been there a full day and it felt like weeks to me. I asked about my clothes and Jessie said they’d ripped them to shreds. To prove it she sowed me a piece of my skirt and bra which she was saving as a token. I shivered.
Katrina told them to go upstairs except for Chanel. She untied my hands and ankles but the cuffs remained padlocked around my ankles and wrists. I noticed the cuffs were white glossy leather with small padlocks keeping them firmly in place. Katrina said lets talk. She wanted a rundown. I gave her my version of what had happened since yesterday afternoon. I asked where my car was and she told me it was at Chanel’s not to worry, keep talking. I told her the blindfold had made me disoriented. She promised me it would not be put back on again. She told Chanel to see if the metal door could be opened and Chanel succeeded in pushing it open enough to get some more ventilation down there and get the stink out. The fresh air felt fabulous. Then she asked how I was feeling. I told her my mood wasn’t great and I’d had moments of anguish when I really wished this wasn’t happening. She said first of all, I fucked up and that’s why I was here; let’s not forget that. I nodded. She said secondly, in discussions between herself and Jody it seemed Jas was a logical choice to be the one to have her way with me since it was well known I was afraid of her. It was unfortunate my mood wasn’t good but I’d put other people in a bad mood so we’re not stopping just because I didn’t feel good. She said she almost burst into laughter when she came down the steps and saw me tied up and lying in shit residue because I reminded her of some pig. Beyond that she's sensitive to my situation but I needed to suffer a little bit. I told her I understood but they’d fucked me incessantly last night and used me as a toilet since the beginning. She shrugged and said, well, they’re having fun. And if laughing at me, humiliating and beating me is their way of expressing fun then I’d have to accept it. She asked other than Jas who’d been the meanest to me, I said I didn’t know since I’d been blindfolded but Whitney was getting her jollies off for sure and she was the only one who identified herself when she did things.
By now the enclosure was aired out and Chanel shut the metal door. They went upstairs, told me to wait patiently that they wanted to talk to Jas privately. I felt better having talked to Katrina but I waited in anticipation. The three of them came back, Katrina, Chanel and Jas. Katrina told Jas that she was basically pleased with what was happening and there was no reason to change course other than no more blindfold. I froze. Katrina gave me one of those looks and said its 4:00, she was leaving. I exhaled. Deep inside of me I was hoping this thing would be over but obviously it wasn’t to be.
Jas called the other girls down and proudly announced Katrina gave her thumbs up to continue. They cheered; I groaned. With a look of power & lust in her eyes, she attached my wrists cuffs together with a clasp and attached a chain to that. She said she was going to tie me to the ceiling , take out a strap and beat my naked body and make me dance until they’re ready to use my mouth for a toilet and fuck my holes again. Jessie moved the wooden box over and stood on it and wrapped the chain around a thick beam and padlocked it. My arms were stretched above my head until elbows about even with my forehead. Jas got a long strap and told me she was going to beat me because Katrina said I needed it. I cringed. Jas started swinging at me. The first few left me dancing in pain. Jas laughed and said dance you fucking bitch.
Jessie ran upstairs and came back with two belts and some wire coat hangers. She had a bottle of tequila and a giant bag of chips. She stuck the bottle between my lips and had me guzzle. The girls picked up belts and coat hangers and in a flash it seemed every one of them was swinging at me yelling at me to dance. I danced and screamed. I was shaking so much now. They kept hitting me, finding my tits, tummy, ass, cunt legs until I was in tears. That didn’t stop them. Jasmine’s fingers found my clit and that’s when I lost control. She knew what to do to me; she was fingering inside my cunt and pinching my clit. I could feel an orgasm building inside me; At that point, I don’t know what happened, what came over me or why I yelled to make me cumm. I was delirious. I shuddered through an intense orgasm. Everything was a blur. I lost full control of my body and my mind.
They knew it. They unhooked the chain holding me up and let me slump to the floor. They were on top of me like wild animals after fresh meat. A pussy was over my face and I started eating her. I looked up through tears and saw Jessie on me. I sucked her. Things became a blur as one ass or pussy after another smothered me. I do remember opening my eyes and seeing Karen mount my face like she’d been doing this all her young life. Whoever wasn’t on top of my face seemed to have their hands in my cunt or on my nipples. I came repeatedly. It was surreal and seemed to last forever until they were satisfied or I was too weak to continue; I don’t remember which. I lay on the floor in a daze. When the first stream of piss hit me I just laid there like a rag doll and let them drench me.
They left me like that. Hands still cuffed in front of me lying in piss exhausted from sex. I either passed out or fell asleep immediately.
I was awakened by water being poured in my face. I barely knew where I was or what my name was. I looked up and saw Jessie and Jas. They said I’d been asleep for over four hours and it was nearly 10:00 at night. I couldn’t believe it. They said some other girls arrived and wanted me. I vaguely remember seeing Ellie, Cherie and some girl introduced as Maya. I remember Ellie rolling me over and hands pulling me to all fours. Somebody had a strappy on and started lubing and fucking my ass. I remember eating Ellie, then Cherie and this other girl Maya who seemed older. I don’t remember much detail other than once again it was sex. It didn’t matter how degrading it was. I just did it in robotic fashion. One girl farted in my face and I kept eating. It didn’t faze me. I know I was pissed on a lot. My body ached all over from being beaten. My mouth was so sore I could barely function. I remember the strappy or dildo’s fucking every hole in my body. The last thing I remember was a bunch of them lifting me off the floor and tossing me back on the mattress on the bed.
Note: from Chanel’s record, 9 girls used me this day; Jas, Jessie, Whitney, Ellie, Cherie, Maya, 17, (n), Karen, 14, (n), Keisha, Natalie.
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