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Part 2: The main event
I had managed to get through some of the most abusive things I could ever imagine and I was about to put into a situation that was much worse. I was taken by one of the barmaids to the women’s restroom and ushered to a toilet and she handed me a glass of an unpleasant smelling liquid. “Hon, we need to empty your tummy, drink this and then just let all come up.”
I drank that mixture down quickly, I wasn’t sure how it could be worse that what I had just taken in. It tasted as bad as it smelled and almost immediately I retched and start throwing everything up All the gorss things I had just ingested was sent to the bowl and flushed away. I sat in the stall recovering when the girl said, “Come honey we don’t have a lot of time and we need to get you a little stronger before the guys come to get you.” That had a very ominous sound to it, but I was not allowed to ponder on it. I was being given a glass that smelled much less unpleasant. As I drank it I felt rejuvenated and yes, stronger. Soon I was more alert and even a bit skittish. I felt like I needed to move. In horror, I realized that they had given me something like meth, I looked at her. “She said, I am sorry but if I don’t do this, I’m next.” I was helped up still shackled and lead to a spot that was a door between the restrooms and The Swarthy Man was waiting for me. He dismissed the barmaid by saying, “Ok Amber get back to your customers.” Without a word, Amber abandoned me to my fate and left quickly.
The Swarthy Man looked me over and then to the four other men in the room. They nodded to an unseen order and I was roughly pushed face first against the wall Then someone unfastened the fetters on my ankles , but immediately they were held by two sets of hands and slid them apart until the skirt rode up showing my crotch then the handcuffs were removed and my arms were forced into an uncomfortable position and tied off It was a reversed prayer position and was painful right from the start
A pair of hands finished exposing my crotch as I was held spread there. Suddenly, I heard the flick of a cigarette lighter as I felt my panties being drawn down. All at once I smelled burning fabric and jumped as much as I could. But I was held solidly in place I was really panicked. If tyhe torture was to be burning my pussy my gaffew could be destroyed and my secret would be disclosed and I had no illusions that it would be violent and potentially fatal if I were discovered to be male. Fortunately, if you could call it fortune, they more interested in burning off the pantyhose. That was painful enough. I screamed and struggled as the burning material burned hotly for a second causing multiple first degree burns on my legs. Nothing permanently damaging, but excruciatingly painful and would be irritating throughout the rest of the night.
At this point I was turned around and forced to bend at the waist and then the sexual assault was on. I could not see the first violator He was anxious to take me anally. You understand that I am not virgin in my ass, but it still is painful. He slid in forcefully and pushed in and pulled out jerking it to add to the stress on the anus This animal kept at it for what seemed hours though I expect it was just for ten minutes or so and he spat semen into my bowel finally and turned me over to another abuser to administer my next humiliating rape.
I faced my abusers, a mixture of Polynesian and Latino men. Access to me was available after the pantyhose was burned off me. Then one of the bastards stepped up to me and tore open my eighty-nine dollar silk blouse and yanked my lacy bra up revealing my tits. Then he and the others were mauling them and the rest of my body. I struggled and fought, but with my arms tightly bound behind me it was fruitless. The monsters bit and sucked on my breasts sometimes stopping to hit them, sometimes stopping to bite them, but always hurting them.
Finally, tiring of the rough foreplay one removed his prick from his pants and violently jammed it into my artificial cunt. I worked hard to duplicate the feel of the interior of a woman’s love canal and was very successful. It was soft and pliable and pressed gently against the inserted dick so it feels somewhat tight I even have arranged a pouch of liquid under the gaffe to keep it lubricated appropriately, so it is moist and sometimes wet.. The thrust released the liquid and it looked for the world as if I had just cum. The Latin jerk laughed triumphantly and shot his wad into me. The other three then took turns raping me in the ass or the cunt. I was somewhat confused. They were not shy about using my body, but there was no oral sex at all. That was out of character, that is something most men enjoy a lot and they just seemed to ignore my mouth altogether. They did use my ass and cunt though and were not gentle about it at all. I decided not to look the gift horse in the mouth at that point.
When they had finished with their pleasure, I was put on my feet and led through the door into a hallway or narrow room. It was darker in there and I could see an alcove, the upper part was some kind of clear plastic. It looked strange and there was a hole toward the top of it. I could only guess as to its purpose. I would learn its use all too soon though.
I was stopped and made to stand as a blindfold was put in place. I could see nothing now and then my nose was pinched and as I opened my mouth to breathe, I felt metal forced into my mouth and my teeth seated in ridges. Then my mouth was forced open wide and I could not close it. Quickly saliva began to run out of my mouth and I tried to use my tongue to control it. Then the tongue was grasped and I felt a painful pinch as it was grabbed by a metal clip. The tongue was pulled out and down and was tied off. My mouth was vulnerable, there was no way to fight off anything that was going to be put in my mouth. The drug they had me on kept me awake and squirming. I realized that my mouth was not going to be spared at all, I was about to be forced to give glory hole service. I was about to be mouth raped for the rest of the night.
I think I struggled a little at that point, it was a useless gesture, I was defenseless against these guys and they were prepping me rapidly I was forced to kneel on a platform and while one of then pushed my bare breasts against the plastic another forced my leg up and forward and another set of hands forced my other leg up and forward as well. Then a bar was threaded through in front of my ankles and the ankles were fastened to it and I was left balancing on my knees. Now I felt something pushing at my sphincter then a dildo of some sort pushed in and then I could feel another phallus forced up into the gaffe and it was not small.
I was pulled back slightly. Now my nipples were clipped and then I was pushed forward again. A strap was fastened around the back of my neck My face was pulled forward and my mouth lined up with the hole. I could tell immediately that this was going to be a very painful amount of time. My whole weight bore down on my two knees and they already began to hurt. My tongue was tender and the clip held my tongue with a vengeance. My nipple hurt as well, but they were to become more painful soon.
I heard the door open and close behind me and I realized the worst was ahead of me as promised. I heard the door open and a cheer. I was available for abuse. I couldn’t see, just hear the steps walk to me. It was as he stepped up to the glory hole that I became aware of the full extent of the torture. At the place where the man stood there was a pressure plate that had contacts. These switches turned on the vibrators in those things stuck in my holes. The feeling was disconcerting enough to me, but to a real woman it would have been much more intense. The second surprise however, was far more pertinent to me man or woman. The plate also had a mechanism the pulled strongly on the clips attached to my nipples, it was extraordinarily painful and it lasted the entire time the man stood at the glory hole. This was what I was working through as the first customer came to use my mouth.
The vibrating dildos created a sensation in my ass and marginally on my dick, but those sensations were overshadowed by the pain as my tits were abused. This guy dropped the head of his shaft on my tongue. He thrust it forward and dragged back. I could feel him grow on my tongue. The member got tauter and more solid and traveled further into my mouth with each stroke. My saliva coated his dick and made the slipping quicker and the head started punching the back of my throat and I began to gag. His strokes came quicker and I heard him groan and suddenly he rammed his cock into my mouth and held it there, as he ejaculated into me. The creamy slime shot into the back of my mouth and rolled down the back of my throat and I swallowed to keep from choking. He pulled out leaving a streamer of semen attached to my face. As he stepped back, there was instant relief as the tension on my nipples was released and the buzzing in my groin stopped. So was my fate for the rest of this night. My mouth was a cunt to fuck. My face presented into the men’s room to be used by anyone who cared to do so and I had no way of stopping them. For the next few hours these men owned my body and I was in torment for the position I had placed myself. I could blame no one but myself. I was being used at my own request. These guys didn’t know it, but I did.
The second customer was already hard when he arrived at the glory hole and just shoved the rod in and let loose filling my throat with his seed. He pulled out and shook a bit of his spunk on my nose. Then he left, it was humiliating, he really didn’t care to even properly rape my mouth, he just needed to get off and he did. The blessing was that he was not on the plate very long so the nipple torment was short.
It was probably well into my second our there when someone finally used me for something beside a cunt. I was somewhat numb as cock after cock pushed into the soft tissue of my oral cavity. My knees ached form being perched on them holding all my weight. My fade was sticky form the drying goo from each man as he pulled out of my mouth and left some residual semen on my face. My stomach was not the best off. Interestingly I was still alert. The drug they fed me was still working
Anyway as I said it was likely well into the second hour when some guy stumbled to the glory hole paused to unzip and plant a soft dick in my mouth. My tits screamed in objection as they once again were being pulled roughly. I waited and nothing came. He stood there and I wanted to scream for all the good it would do me. After a good twenty minutes voices behind him began to complain, some voice said, :For the love of god, do something to her mouth.” And I heard he say “Fuck it.” And suddenly a very warm and bitter liquid started flowing into my mouth. He was pissing into it. I was forced to gulp this vile stuff down to keep form possibly drowning. Worse yet, much of it was escaping my mouth and running down my chin and the front of me soaking my expensive blouse, bra, and skirt. I hit the bottom then, not only had I become an anonymous hole to spunk into, I was now reduced to a urinal. I started to sob. All I wanted to so was to get out of this place and forget I ever thought of doing this. Unfortunately, they were far from being done with me yet.
More men used my mouth as a cum hole, each one stepping to the glory hole and causing real pain to my breasts. And a few more, who could not cum, had to be satisfied with pissing into me. I lost count of how many abuses early and was only dimly aware of any passage of time, but I was acutely aware of the pain and the humiliation. The drug saw to that. After a while the periods between being sodomized began to stretch longer. It was a relief for my tits, but my knees and back got no relief.
Eventually, it stopped altogether. It was over. It seemed to take forever to hear the door behind me open and I felt hands roughly handling my body. First the rod that had held me feet in the intolerable position was retracted and I was able to have my legs underneath ne again. It was a mixed blessing. My joints were stiff from their captivity and it hurt to move them. The gag was removed and again the stiffness kept me silent. I was not covered and my arms were still tied in the horrendous binding behind my back as was more or less dragged to out of the room and down a hall. I was stood and felt the ropes cut from my arms and hands and before I could react I was pushed out a door to the outside chilled air.
There was another surprise waiting for me, before I had a chance to reach up and remove my blindfold. I was grabbed and pinned to the ground. My legs were grabbed and spread. I was disoriented and confused. Then my skirt was hiked up and my female genitalia was exposed. I realized that the ordeal was not over yet. I was about to be raped. Like any woman in my situation I fought and like most women I lost the battle. I felt a cock being position at my slit and pushed in. I was ficked not once but five times and then I was punched in the stomach so hard I retched up the contents of the night’s festivities.
Physically I was a mess, but I was so much worse off emotionally. I managed to struggle to my knees and finally removed the blindfold. The dark alley behind the club was ideal for the attack. It was well hidden form sight. There was of course no sign of the rapists. I sat there and sobbed and I felt so worthless. My surroundings of garbage seemed to be appropriate. Finally, I straightened my clothes out the best I could and went to find my ride home. It was almost like it was planned the taxi that delivered me was waiting for me. I rode home in miserable silence. It was not until I was in my apartment and I had searched for any sign of strangers. Only when I was certain that I was safe, I locked the door and curled into a fetal position on the sofa and rocked back and forth.
Epilogue: The aftermath
As I sit and write this it is hard to realize that it was six long years ago. The detail of my recollections is amazing. I think I am as recovered as I can hope to be. It has taken many years to resolve that event in my life. It has changed it radically. Five years ago I had a radical mastectomy and with the help of testosterone shots I am relatively physically a whole male again.
I date women exclusively again and when I am with them I am as gentlemanly a sex partner as I can be. I am very sensitive to what a woman wants in a normal healthy sexual relationship. I am finishing the last therapy on my return to normalcy this paper and I feel that I have adjusted to being simply a man again. I am happy with this and do not want to change that at all.
I look at the paper and place it in the folder. It will be delivered next Wednesday and the road back will be complete. Then, I take out another sheet of paper it is an addendum that will not accompany the the report to the therapist.
My recovery is not wholly complete and never will, there is a dark result of the ordeal. You see I have a membership to The Paho Club and if I hear there is going to be a girl paying the price. I am there to watch it with real fascination. I want to see her degraded and abused. I pay the extra money to sit and watch in that narrow back room between the men’s and women’s restrooms and watch as she is debauched and humiliated and I wait outside in the back of The Paho Club, afterwards, waiting for the back door to open. I have changed, but some things don’t
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