This photo of me was taken by one of my favourite photographers, who allowed me to use it in low res, providing I modified it. LC has no idea of what is DA. Still, I'm thankful.
This post is dedicated to
who has written and beautifully illustrated dozens of stories I'm so proud to feature in. It is also a tribute to the evil, talented
, aka the Judge,
She remained prostrate on the wooden floor, in the middle of the large empty room. Still quivering. Her heart threatened to explode. Attentive to the two men’s footsteps. Trying to understand their whispered conversation.A couple of hours earlier
She was still hogtied and gagged when they brutally, even savagely tore her dress off her. Then ripped her panties. How they did it hurt and shocked her, adding to her terror. She was still unable to believe this was really happening.
Then the guy called SJ cut open her bra with a knife. Her heart surged when she spotted the small whip he negligently let dangle in his other hand.
Both men pensively, slowly ran their eyes on her naked form. She felt so vulnerable. Tried to win their sympathy with her muffled whining.
Men's stare on her always felt like hands, like being touched.
Then suddenly SJ whipped her breasts. Twice, sending her shaking and rolling convulsively, crying in her gag.
" Open your knees, whore" he grinned.
She trembled, her eyes riveted on him. There was no resistance in her, it's just that the fear made her unable to move.
Untroubled, the other man who had introduced himself as mtc leaned over and seized one of her knees, that he pulled to open her thighs.
They looked at her. Their stares on her sex made her even more fragile, sending her back to spasmodic shivering.
His partner whipped her pussy top down then stopped to enjoy the frantic squirming and hopeless moanings that followed.
"That’s what we’ll do each time one of us is not satisfied with your conduct" he said in an even tone, before whipping her again but this time from the bottom between her legs to the mound, his culprit all the while maintaining her opened. She screamed under the gag, she trembled hysterically in the futile hope she could avoid more strikes. Both abusers observed her with a light, satisfied smile.
SJ whipped her on the breasts again.
"You hear me? I said you'll be punished when we deem right. Understood, slut?Nod!"
She gasped, almost choked out of disbelief and pain but seeing his calm demeanor, got herself together enough to nod. She even slowly wriggled her body to convey her submission to the men.
"MGHHMM!HLLDHHIT!PHLZZ!" she pleaded within her gag *Yes, yes, I’ll be good, I’ll do what you want. Please, stop!
Then with the same tranquil manner they undid the hogtie, released her wrists. Brutally pulled on the duct tape that silenced her. It took long minutes before the blood came back to her veins and she was able to move. That’s when mtc ordered her to take the crouching position on the floor. The order was followed by a slight, disdainful blow on her side from his foot.
Still hurting from the stinging whip on her nether part, she hastily complied.
She heard him get rid of his shoes. He threw a sock at her. Slowly stepped very close to her head.
Nothing happened for maybe ten long seconds. By now she was so scared to be hit again, she plaintively groaned.
"When I’m next to your head, you kiss my feet" he said in his calm tone and northern accent. "That's what I've decided. Always kiss my feet"
Stunned, she tensed. Then hearing an undecipherable move that could precede a blow she quickly extended her head and kissed his naked foot.
"Lick my toes now".
She did, unconsciously noticing the little hair on his toes. Thank God they’re clean she thought. She pressed her lips against his foot, diligently licked between his toes, not thinking about the debasement, the degrading spectacle she presented.
Then he just stepped away. The humiliation to be so casually dismissed wasn't lost on her.
Back into the prostrate position. Immobile as they walked freely around. The two men just ignored her to engage in a technical conversation about what sounded to her like, eh.. coding? Computers? Polling?
A pathetic, helpless figure she cried and sobbed all along.
The door opened.
"Hey Mike, Hey Jesus" said a bass voice.
"Hey judge" answered her abductors.
The new entrant walked to her. She dared not move, not look at him, not even plead.
"So we have her, eh?"
"It all worked fine" said mtc, the cold one with the Northern accent. Danish, maybe Dutch.
"Waited for you before we enjoyed our pet’s holes", added SJ, the one with the whip and a Southern accent.
"Okay" said the man they called judge. "I had our bidder on the phone. He’s on his way".
Changing his tone he adopted a sarcastic, mean voice:
"Listen to me beast! Yes, Be…Beast!Hehe..You’ve just become our property, our very modern slave! Haha. Well in fact you are just the basic, eternal fucktoy. Not modern. You’re classic material. What’s modern is how you will be merchandized. How you will be whored out. Even, and that’s where is our genius: how you’ll be tormented!"
"Haha you got the words man" approved SJ.
"We are the modern doers", went on the judge. "Modern enslavers, high tech pimps! Since it’s so expansive to manage and maintain a slut in cage, we’ve created a site and system we call crowdfucking."
"Might make us rich" complimented the Dutch guy.
"First we’ve put some bitches on auction, explained the judge. Girls we haven’t even abducted yet but got pictures of. You’re the first: the best bidders are selected to share the expenses and burden of keeping human animals like you. Where we’re modern is, we don’t necessarily select the guy with only the most money, no".
"Still, there is a fee to participate", intervened the man named Jesus.
The judge sneered and grinned, then went on:
"We select the people with the most amusing, imaginative or humiliating project. Mine for instance is to make the animal you are a well trained pet, never allowed to speak or stand up. Mtc..Mtc has such a vivid imagination, I don’t want to spoil what he’s got for you..dozens of games for which you’re the toy. SJ..Well, SJ will make you dance and curl, run and crawl, lick.. and worse under the whip".
She wailed, once again.
"You belong to the three of us" commented mtc "but there regularly will be a fourth one: The bidder who propose the ordeal we found the most amusing will join us".
"Two weekly contests" smiled SJ.
"Two weekly degrading, painful sessions for you" rejoiced the judge. Then, serious: "From now on you’re allowed to speak only when asked. When speaking you’ll only call us Sir. Each time you omit ending your words with Sir, you’ll be punished!"
"Each time we find you unsatisfying, you’ll be punished" cut SJ. "Understand, slave?"
-"Understand? "insisted mtc. "Go ahead SJ".
The whip came down on her ass, then on her crack and she screamed. She yelled.
"Yes! Yes Sir! Yes.. Oh I beg you..don’t hurt me..Sir.."Again she cried, desperation and pain clearly making her voice tremble.."Please..I'll do anything..Please.. sir!.."
A strong hand grabbed her hair, painfully lifting her head. She opened her eyes to see a throbbing cock just next to her face.
"Now we seal the agreement, claimed the judge. Remember, dog: if I’m not happy with your job you will be punished".
He slapped her with his cock.
"Punishment. That’s another display of how modern we are" mocked mtc: "Crowdfucking will post the torments online members propose. The punishment proposal that gets most votes is what you’ll have to endure, performed by the winner! "
"What's fun"reflected SJ "is that some of the guys voting will have no idea there really is an unwilling girl on the receiving end, so they might suggest very creative torments! Understand, slave?"
"Yes Sir" she whispered, crushed.
She gulped and resigned herself. Her hair still rudely grabbed by his hand she enrobed the judge’s cock between her lips. Her tongue delicately pressed underneath to make sure his penis felt totally into her mouth as in a lubricated, warm sheath. He was big, but she was terrified so she relaxed her throat to avoid choking and expertly focused on her dreadful task, sucking slowly and earnestly, purposely making faint noises to show her docility, trying not to hear their giggling and demeaning comments. She had to gain time, she told herself.
"I’ll stamp her behind" she heard mtc add as a finger hooked her butthole to violently lift her ass. The invasive finger exited her anus only to come back in, this time covered with a cold stuff she recognized as being lube.. She shivered, groaned in her filled mouth: She knew what the man was up to.
For a moment all that could be heard in the room was the men’s hard breathing, her slurping mouth and saliva, her plaintive moaning. To pleasure him with skill meant she had to repress her devastated sobbing. She did it.
Then the door opened to one more person.
"Hey hey this is well" exclaimed SJ! "Our first winner!"
"We’re impatient to see how you make the slut go through your imaginative torture! Want a fuck first?" the judge amicably offered.
"I wouldn’t say no" conceded the new entrant. "Please call me Goorz".
"Nice to meet you"
"Nice to meet you"
They went on warmly acquainting themselves while she reamined on her knees, obscenely used by two of them a veil of doom overpowered Be: their insane plot was on.
"Ahh, marveled" the man who'd won the right to torment her "this is what I like in a startup!"
"The spirit of enterprise!" shouted the judge.
They all laughed.
Her mouth craftily pleasured the judge, her back swung slowly and knowingly to accompany the manhood that invaded her backside. Anything to please them. Anything to make them want to keep their slave safe. She knew that was her best chance: make them dependent of the fucktoy she was for them. Then she'll play one against the others.
You think you'd have won a bidding at crowdfunding? Simple. You can suggest your own ideas, they'll listen.