NFS:MW The enslavement of Mia Townsend

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Then there would be the proclaimed fuckathons where the guys would see how many friends they could each pimp Mia out to from day till night. Especially during the times of summer when most people could get a vacation, fuckathons consisting of forty or more men who had paid the blacklisters in advance was often held in Karl’s basement, which had now been expanded to accommodate for such crowds. These parties were opened with Mia dancing for the crowd naked, her dildo kept inside her on full throttle. The crowds whooped and jeered as she grooved, breasts bouncing to whatever beat the music as giving her, juices running down her sexy legs, driving the men mad and unbelievably hard. After thirty minutes of this Razor would take the key and remove the padlock to the leather straps, then pull the dildo out of Mia. The men had drawn numbers to determine the fuck order, and some chose to team up for gang bang actions. The next few hours consisted of Mia was thrown like a rag doll back and forth, raped again and again as cum overflowed her openings and covered her body. The mask that the blacklist had fabricated for her by now covered her entire head, leaving only her eyes and mouth open so as to provide oral jobs and witness her own humiliation. The privilege to use toys on her cost additional money, and her breast milk was often sold at fifty dollars a cup, or to the highest bidder in the fuck party present. Her love juices sold for even more, as there was much less of it, although the men could always get a taste by collecting it directing from its source. Many of these parties were taped and sold to the porn industry as hard core action films. After the party was over Mia would be so weak from the repeated rapes and abuse to every entrance of her body that she was allowed to crawl from the basement in which the event was held to her car, every muscle screaming from the torment that was given her. Her groin was consistently sore from the constant attention, but due to the dildo perpetually rammed into her Mia was unable to treat it with lotions to lesson the pain. On occasion dildos as thick as three inches in diameter had been strapped to Mia for the entire week, and tried as she might to walk normally with the obtrusive objects sticking out of her (obscured to her best with a skirt), Mia’s colleagues would look at her thinking her boyfriend must be unusually active this week. Sitting with such massive dildos drove them deeper into Mia, as the leather straps were so tight they didn’t permit the dildos to give in one bit. Once every month the dildos would be removed for an entire day and Mia’s inner walls propped open by braces to air out her vagina and womb; her pussy and womb was then given a proper clinical cleaning by the doctor to prevent infection and STDs, and her pelvis would be filled with bio fluids for an hour to allow some regeneration, if only to tighten her back up after a month of stretching. Her breasts were also sore from the milking, but nothing could be done about that either. Black listers found it a new form of punishment to let Mia’s breast sit untended on occasion for the duration of her weekend stays just so that by the time she got home, they had swollen from her normal size C’s to size D’s; the pain was colossal, and Mia would have to call in to take a day off while the milking machine spent hours removing the milk, most of which had gone sour. The racers also especially loved how no matter how many times they took her, even when they decide to make her scream and fist fucked her, Mia’s cunt would always tighten back up before the following weekend rolled around, despite the colossal damage that was inflicted upon it weekly and the dildo perpetually crammed into it. Their pleasure and her pain thus never lessoned. The pornography photos and videos of Mia were by now circulating the entire Rockport, and even on occasion Mia glimpsed young coworkers secretly flipping through the latest album of her faceless nude form being violated in all possible ways. The internet of course had also picked up on this craze, and Mia soon became headline to virtually every hardcore porn website out there. She was an anonymous celebrity, to be sure, and the humiliation of it was immense.
On the outside Mia looked miraculously normal, as she fought to keep herself looking as lively and pure as she had been before the incident. She dressed conservatively, often to hide the welts acquired the weekend before, and talked little to other guys for fear that they would discover her secret. More often than not the dress was also designed to make her look as different as possible from the porno pictures of her alias. The nipple rings had been welded together at the connections, so it was impossible to remove them without the racers finding out the following Saturday, and Mia had to obscure them with padded bras. She took to wearing cuffs to hide the reddened skin on her wrist resulting from the handcuffs she was often forced to wear. The breast milking was done with diligence to advert suspicions that she had gotten breast implants. As painful as it was to walk normally due to a perpetually battered cunt, Mia forced herself to do so, sometimes to the brink of collapse.
Sometimes Mia recognized the voices of guys on the street who had fucked her senseless the weekend before, although they didn’t know she was the beautiful fucktoy that they had been given access to. She came to loath the thought of sex, shunned it out of association with her tormentors; to the point where each orgasm no longer felt good to her, but rather gave her a painful ripping sensation, like another piece of her had just been given up. On her off hours, when she’s alone, she would often cry herself to sleep, huddled in a corner of her room, which had also become a free come and go for the blacklist as they had her give them access to her property at will. The only thought that kept her from offing herself was that perhaps someday, he will come and rescue her from this nightmare. In her mind he was the only man left on the surface of the planet that she could trust.

2 years later…
Mia Townsend screamed. Her voice had gone hoarse at this point but that didn’t make the machine that plowed her from stopping. Razor and his buddies had some business out of town for the weekend. They only told Mia after she arrived on the doorstep. Before she could ask whether they were letting her off for the weekend, however, she was dragged into the basement, stripped, and strapped onto the bench contraption. Her entire body was waxed once again with the exception of her pussy hairs, which had been left unshaved for two weeks especially for this occasion.
The male racers all took turns fucking Mia, each coming within her after a few minutes of savage thrusting. The race engine was brought in, this time with a huge reservoir of gas. A one foot long and two and a half inches thick dildo was attached to the piston and positioned at Mia’s entrance. Shakily she asked what they wanted to do to her, to which Razor said that since they were gone for the whole weekend they were just going to leave the engine running for the whole duration. Mia’s anus was evacuated of fecal matter and another metal dildo was crammed into it, secured with straps. Mia’s hands and legs were bound to pulleys that were connected to the engines as well. As Razor tied a blindfold around Mia, he licked her from the pussy to up over the breasts and finally to her face. Then he donned the metal bra tightly to Mia’s breasts, this time with additional wires plugged into it. Suddenly, without warning, Razor brought a baseball bat down on Mia’s kneecap, dislocating her right limb. Mia screamed as Razor similarly dislocated her other leg, then proceeded to her hands, snapping her fingers back, and then dislocating her at her elbows. The girl shook in pain spasms as Razor did all this. Razor then took out a paintbrush and coated Mia’s pussy lips and surrounding regions with lighter fluid. He also painted his racing insignia onto Mia’s stomach He struck a match, and lit the fluid on Mia’s pussy and stomach, letting it burn away the skin around Mia’s pussy and searing his insignia into her stomach.
“Sorry bitch, it’s been a wonderful two years having you with us, but we’re getting bored. I expect that by the time we get back there won’t be much of you left. You’ll be glad to know that to date, we’ve sold hundreds of copies of you getting fucked senseless on tape, and tens of thousands of photos to boot. You’ll go down in history as the body on the pictures that tens of thousands of horny men cream on.” He reached down, and clamped an alligator clip onto Mia’s clitoris, with wires hooked to the metal bra. Mia whimpered and pleaded for mercy, but Razor merely chuckled, revved up the engine, then increased the revolution rate to its maximum. Mia screamed as the dildo commenced to rip through her vagina and into her womb at three hundred thrusts per minute. The metal bra, set to maximum operation, twisted, pulled and pinched Mia’s breasts hard enough to bruise, at the same time applying a constant painful electric surge through Mia all the way down through the alligator clip fastened on her clit. The pulleys, utilizing the power of the engine, pulled taut, each exerting close to two hundred pounds on her dislocated limbs. The vibrating dildo inside Mia’s anus could barely be noticed, it felt like her arms were being pulled out of their sockets, while her legs were being used to force her down even harder onto the battering ram that was the inhumanly large dildo. The entire bench was actually lifted off the ground by Mia’s body as her dislocated legs and arms were pulled spread-eagled. She didn’t hear the sounds of the racers leaving or the door closing, and it wasn’t even five minutes before she blacked out from the pain.