NFS:MW The enslavement of Mia Townsend

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The following Saturday, a very shaken Mia made her way down to Karl Schmitt’s home on the outskirts of Rockport. She had told her station that she was driving to see her mom, and wouldn’t be back until Monday. As soon as she entered she was chained to the wall in the same basement that she had been raped the week before. This time there was a big screen TV there, all the racers sat on the floor, then Razor proceeded to play the tape from the previous week of Mia’s brutal rape. Shamed and sickened at watching herself slowly molested, Mia averted her eyes, but was forced to watch the entire video when Razor told her “look chick, it’s either you watch this whole video, or it will be every internet surfer that watches it.”

As she watched and heard herself slowly stripped and then pleasured into her first orgasm, Mia wanted to cry, but forced herself not to out of fear of possible repercussions. As she watched Razor, Toru, Vic, Earl and Sonny have their way with her on screen, she would’ve given anything for someone to shoot her and end it right there. The ripping of her virginity became an image that would forever haunt her long after the racers’ abuse of her was halted. They then had Mia watch the video that the sick doctor had made while giving her the “abortion”. Mia stared, flabbergasted, as she the doctor rape and toyed with her unconscious body for an hour on end. She could no longer hold back the tears, and by the time the film got to the part where the doctor was telling her that the pain was only natural for post operation, Mia was sobbing in disgust and despair.

Once the videos were over (by now everyone of the male racers was rock hard to the point of pain), Mia was unchained, Razor put on some disco music. Mia was then told to dance for the audience. Hesitating for a brief second, Mia was rewarded with a backhanded slap to the face by Izzy, and was brought to the center of the room where she commenced to groove to the beat of the music.

Finding the beat, Mia tried to block out the racers and her situation, pretending that she was really dancing at a nightclub with a few of her high school buddies.

“Take your top off” came the command, bringing Mia’s attention back from the real world. She slowly started to unbutton the white blouse that she wore. With each button her collarbone, then her bra, then her toned stomach, was shown to the crowd. Another minute of dancing, and Mia was ordered to take off her pants. Sliding them down her slender legs, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Another minute, then the bra was. She expected that they would simply just tell her to remove he panties too, but Jewel walked up to her with a metal egg in hand, and stuck it into her vagina, keeping the panties on to hold the egg in place. She then clipped the metal bra from the week before onto Mia too, this time with a battery pack installed. Then, as Mia continued to groove, the egg and bra started vibrating. Mia’s nipples hardened quickly from the bra’s work, and her pussy became stimulated very quickly from the egg.

“Keep dancing bitch, if you stop we’ll pierce your nipples and put rings on them.” Said Kaze. And danced did Mia, with unwanted pleasure building up in her core, threatening to throw off her beat. It took everything to keep her hips from involuntarily bucking to the vibrating egg. It wasn’t long before Mia’s panties were soaked through with her own juices. She felt an orgasm coming up, and gritted her teeth together as she came, continuing to groove despite the feeling that her legs were about to give out underneath her.

“I’ll give you thirty minutes, cunt. If you dance for that long we’ll skip the nipple rings.” As minute by agonizing minute rolled by, Mia, grooved, shook and swayed to the beat of the speakers. Her grooving movements seemed to amplify the effects of the toys fastened to her shaking slightly every time an orgasm hit her. Her legs were turning to jelly, and she didn’t know how long she could keep this up. The racers didn’t bother telling her how long she had been dancing, but for all she felt it could have been days. She took to counting the orgasms as they seized her, trying to gauge the time between each. After fifteen or so orgasms, Mia could no longer stand, and in a misstep to the beat, she crumpled to the floor, body glistening in sweat from the torturous ordeal. Her juices covered her inner thighs, and her body quivered ever-so slightly from the orgasm that had send her falling.

“Fifty minutes, not bad, but guys I think we better pull out the needles anyway, I’m sure lovely officer Townsend here would look beautiful with rings on her” Mia’s eyes widened and she shuffled backwards on her hindquarters, look or terror on her face. “I…no…please…god please don’t….” she cried.

“No? Very well then. The girls here have been missing out on your services, so eat them dry and we’ll postpone the rings.” The three girls had taken their cloths off and were now sitting on the floor, legs spread. Mia feebly crawled up to Izzy and after a moments hesitation lean forward to administer the oral sex. She yelped as Izzy’s finger’s curled around her hair and forced her face into the wet sex. Upon prompting Mia extended her tongue and gingerly licked up the female racer’s slit. A moan escaped Izzy’s mouth, and her grip on Mia’s head hardened. Mia’s nose was in such close proximity with the sex of Izzy’s she could smell as well as taste the juices of the older racer as it cascaded down unto her tongue, dripping off her chin as Izzy bucked and moaned in having being eaten out. As she ate out Izzy Mia felt someone enter her from behind, and was forced to contend with being fucked and having to give oral sex to someone at the same time. Twenty minutes later Izzy lazily signaled that she had enough, and Mia moved onto the next female in line. So after a little more than an hour, Mia Townshend finished with the third female, by which time she has had twice the number of guys take her either in her pussy or her anus.

Razor, now naked, laid himself down on the ground, cock erect and standing in the air, and said “I’m giving you the honor or riding me, now hop on and fuck yourself”. Mia struggled to her foot, nearly falling after having knelt for a whole hour during the eat-out. She shakily walked over to Razor, and was pushed down onto his cock by someone. The manhood slid effortlessly into Mia, and after she gained control of herself she began to buck slowly, allowing Razor’s dick to fuck her.

“Faster, bitch, crank up that RPM!” said one of the girls, and Mia tried to comply, but she was simply too weak. After a minute of humping herself on Razor she could no longer keep up the pace, and slowed down. Razor, dissatisfied, flipped them over, and with the positions exchanged began thrusting into Mia with fervor. After a few minutes he came in her, got off, then signaled for them to strap Mia to the bench again. Earl then had a turn with Mia, his towering form doing pile drivers into her abused pussy, filling the room with the sound of Mia’s whimpers. After Earl Mia was strung up on the rack, and Sonny and Ronnie took her at the same time, one in each hole. The wet smacking sounds of sweaty bodies grinding into the young officer filled the room for the next ten minutes. Not only was Mia videotaped now, but cameras started to whirl, capturing snapshots of her torment for future perusal.

Mia had arrived on the Barron’s doorstep at ten in the morning. By three in the afternoon she was near catatonic. The racers of course took breaks in between raping her, but even when one of them wasn’t using Mia they left her strapped to the bench, two metal vibrators jammed up in her anus and vagina, turned on full blast. In a particularly cruel instance Razor took his right fist and, leaving the vibrator within Mia, began fisting her. Mia’s screams of agony were compounded as she was stretched taut to her utmost limit, then in a sickening plopping sensation Razor had forced the vibrator past her cervix and into her womb. From there the metal object kept vibrating, sending waves of pain throughout Mia’s lower regions. Razor then took hold of the leather strap that was fixed to the vibrator and ripped it out of Mia, eliciting another strangled cry.

Mia was fed at six o clock, chained to the wall and given two hours of down time (during which most of the drivers left to do whatever errands they had on hand), although a dildo was sill kept inside of her. At nine she had her anus cleaned, was forced to piss by having the hose stuck into her again, and was systematically raped yet again by the racers before being left on the chair with the car engine pumping the dildo into her and the metal bra on her breasts to add to the torture. The next day she was given breakfast, and after ten went through the same routine, including watching highlights of the recording of her rape the day before. Before she was allowed to leave the house for her own home Razor showed her the digital photo album of her that they now had on the computer. The faces were kept out of these photos, and Razor said that they would sell quite well in the porn industry. Mia begged and told Razor that he had promised not to tell anyone, to which Razor only laughed, responding that since her face wasn’t on there no one would ever know.

“Besides, you’re a fucking pig, so who’d ever guess?” he said before telling her to go. Head hanging in defeat, Mia drove home and cried herself to sleep.