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The door swung shut and Tracy was left in silence.
Slowly she began to rock, trying to comfort herself and take her mind from the moment’s just past. Closing her eyes she could remember the first time she had met the Doctor. How cold he had seemed while he had examined her and how completely devoid of any emotional response to her.
Had she made the wrong decision?
This was not what she had asked for, it had gone far beyond anything she had envisioned for her experience here.
Now she just wanted to go home. She wanted to bathe and soak her poor aching body, well whatever was left of her now mangled carcass.
As she began to quieten her mind her senses where alerted when she heard the hinges on the door begin to move again.
She turned to see a group of men, five members strong enter the room. Each was wearing a face mask and what appeared to be surgical gowns.
One of them approached her and unclipped the weight from between her legs as another unclipped her arms leaving her for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, totally free.
They stood back and another man approached her. He was tall and thick set with dark eyes, she knew she had seen him before, but the mask obscured the rest of his features.
“Stand” he ordered her.
Tracy did as she was bid. When she moved though, the flesh that was torn and bedraggled between her thighs caught on the plastic cover of the hospital bed, making it catch and instantly sting, sending shock waves through her, she cried out “fuck”
Placing her hands underneath her bottom, she lifted herself off the bed in order to get down without tearing any more, the blood left a streak mark on the bed where she had shifted and more was making its way down her legs as she stood.
When she had she got down and steadied herself on her feet she barely had time to raise her head to survey the men before the next contraction began. She bent herself over the side of the bed to relieve the pain and as she did, she could feel her knees give way and she ended up a crumpled mess on the floor, writhing in agony.
The men paid her no heed, the two who had unstrapped her began to wipe the bed down while the others busied themselves with whatever their current occupations where, Tracy was just left on the floor, often being stepped over by them in the course of their work.
As the contraction began to peak across her body she reached out and grabbed the ankle of one of the men.
She looked up at him, her eyes begging with him for help as she lay moaning in pain. He shrugged her off, and then brutally kicked her shoulder, looking at her in complete and total disgust, a piece of meat not worthy of him.
Shunned and rejected Tracy curled up into a ball whimpering, panting out the last few breaths of the now fading contraction.
Closing her eyes again she could hear the heavy footsteps of the men as they continued to busy themselves around her, Metal and ceramic clanging as they moved things around and made their preparations for whatever they had planned.
With a few hand movements, the one who seemed to Tracy to be the leader instructed the others to raise her off the ground.
Grabbing her roughly by the arms, two of them hoisted her up onto her feet. Her head hung loosely, her wet straggly hair clung to the side of her face like damp rats tails.
She felt one of them grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back. As he did this he pushed her forward to the edge of the bed and bent her over. One of them approached her face, he grasped her jaw and forced a wedge in there again, pinning it wide open. Pushing it deep with his fingers she could feel him stretching her jaw to capacity.
Tracy jumped as she felt something pushing against her anal opening looking for entry. The man clasping her jaw pushed his other hand inside her mouth, stretching his fingers out he began to push them down her throat.
Her focus was no longer on what was happening behind her although she could feel something penetrate her.
Her eyes began to water as the fingers went deeper. The further in they went, the wider the fist that they belonged to was distending her Jaw. she couldn’t breathe and when the fingers where pushed further it made her choke and her natural gagging reflex took over, she started to struggle, pushing her hands against the side of the bed to get leverage to heave herself away from his grasp.
Two of the other men came and grabbed for her wrists, she didn’t want that again she tried to pull away and the man behind her fell onto the ground as she forced herself backwards further. Too far in fact for as he fell she fell over him. The men came and grabbed at her pulling her to her feet. The wedge was still firmly locking her mouth open and she tried to scream and really pull herself free.
Letting her weight drop to the floor she freed herself from them again and she clumsily lurched across the floor towards the door. The two men made their way ominously toward her, slowly, calculated and methodically as she kept checking over her shoulder to see what distance from them she had gained.
As she tried to scramble to her feet the next contraction began. She desperately tried to feel for a way to rid herself of the corset as she made her way towards the door. Grabbing the base of it she lifted it slightly from her back giving her immediate relief in her back as she lurched towards the entrance.
She grasped the door handle and pulled it towards her with one hand while she tried to remove the machine with the other but they had caught up with her. After a struggle using all her limbs and most of her strength they managed to grab an arm each and started dragging her back.
The intensity of the machine slammed into her when she had to let go of the corset, the pads dropped back into place making the pain grow rapidly. She didn’t want to go back, she wanted to go home now and she had really had enough. Sod this place.
She kicked, screamed and protested as much as she could, even during the pain as they dragged her right back to the bed. The other men helped as they clasped chains around her ankles and splayed her legs apart, fixing them open to the supports on either end putting a quick end to her kicking out.
She clawed and fought the men holding her arms now, shaking her head violently in protest but they took no heed of her and using other chains clasped her wrists wide apart against the supports on the other side and pull the chains as tight as they could.
‘Fixed’ now as she was and the contraction peaking, the man from before grasped her jaw and rammed his fingers back down her throat.
It wasn’t until the contraction was over and she was gagging again that she noticed something being pushed into her anus from behind again.
It was warm and rhythmic and she knew he was pushing himself inside her. She tried to squeeze her bum cheeks together as tight as she could in the hopes of squashing him and forcing him to pull out of her. He just grabbed her sides and began to moan in pleasure.
The fingers entered again, right down her throat. He pushed them so far this time she instantly gagged and vomited a little. It was just bile, it tasted foul and burnt her mouth and throat as it came up but this didn’t seem to bother him, instead it seemed to excite him.
He removed his trousers and climbed onto the edge of the bed in front of her. He began rubbing his cock all over her face as he continued to push his fingers inside her mouth.
She knew she couldn’t deter the man entering her from behind and she stopped squeezing and began to focus on trying to stealthily move the wedge from her jaw with her tongue.
The one behind her pulled out of her. The relief was instant for Tracy, then a sharp stinging slap right between her legs on her poor torn, swollen cunt ignited her senses and she hollered out, muffled screams though they were.
“You will” said the man behind her as he then slapped her again
“Squeeze nicely” he continued as he slapped her again
“As I do “and again another blow burnt through her flesh
“What I please” and another slap, hard and fast, ripping into her
“With you” he finished with an additional whack. Tracy had heard him, as much as she wanted to get away from him, she couldn’t stand another slap down there.
When he had finished his assault on her he rammed his cock into her and continued. Tracy squeezed him as he pleasured himself with her.
The man on the table had the forethought to check the placing of the wedge and make sure it was secure before he pushed into her mouth. Holding it there and pressing her down onto him all the way for a while before letting her come up for air. She only managed to take in a breath though before he pushed himself into her mouth again. This time he just started to fuck her mouth.
At first she gagged and chocked, she couldn’t fix with his rhythm and he had her held fast, but he didn’t stop. Even as she puked over his cock and the bile began to trickle back down her throat causing her to vomit more. He just rammed her face down hard onto him, over and over.
She desperately tried to keep a focus on her behind though, she needed to keep squeezing. She definitely did not want to endure his wrath again.
She felt him pull out, and as he did he shot his load right onto her cunt sending her into a manic screaming fit as the salty substance stung and burned her torn flesh.
The man in front of her pulled out and slapped her face hard, snapping her back into his field of focus. Ramming his shaft back down her throat she heard him grumbling to the guy who had just finished with her,
“No depth of view this one” she heard him say.
The other guy was laughing as he walked away.
As continued his assault another man then took the place of the one before and pushed himself inside her. The contraption began again and the pain started to lurch upwards as the men pleasured themselves with her.
She couldn’t move, although she tried. She went onto tiptoes as it seemed to release a little of the pressure and make the pain just slightly more tolerable, but the men inside her didn’t alter their chosen activities and she was used like a piece of meat while her body twisted up in agony.
As the pain began to peak so did her pathetic attempts at screaming, smothered by the cock lodged in her throat and enhanced by the one penetrating her from behind she buckled. Her weight fell onto her bleeding wrists and this seemed to encourage them. The one in her mouth reached his peak as she did and as the pain began to simmer down she was left choking on his explosion.
When he got down from the bed he proceeded to unchain her wrists. The man from behind reached down and untethered her legs , she knew it was fruitless to try and escape but she had to try. She let herself fall onto the floor and used her hands to drag herself along the tiling towards the exit.
The men just hoisted her up and tossed her into the corner.
Using the couplings in the wall they out stretched her arms above her head where she sat. One of them pushed his fingers inside her mouth again, ramming them in hard to make her sick before pulling the wedge out and so letting her aching jaw relax.
They put a leather strap across her head and fixed the rear of it securely to the wall so she could not move her head, tilting it upwards slightly before they each took it in turns to empty their bladders over her face and body.
As their piss ran down over her flesh, it stung each and every welt and cut that had been inflicted on her, making her squirm as the burning sensation began to engulf her.
The tallest of the men then parted her legs, pushing his hand up inside her he began to fumble about but Tracy could not see what he was doing, only feel the tugging and stretching of what was left of her sex.
Using the walls from the corner they chained her legs apart and fixed them securely against the skirting so she had no real movement in her lower limbs.
As they left the room it all fell quiet. When the last man left he turned off the light and Tracy was alone in the darkness.
It wasn’t long before the next contraction kicked in and with it a familiar tugging from deep inside her.
“let me out, please let me go now” she sobbed as the pain rushed over her waves.
There was no answer.
“I can’t do this anymore, please” she screamed, as the pain began to die down and her focus began to return.
And still no answer, nothing actually. It was dark, dank and silent and with her being wet from the piss which she could smell and almost taste all over her, she began to feel the cold.
At first it was just the icy cold tiles she was sat on, that moved then to the stony wall she was pressed up against and as the pain disappeared the air that surrounded her seemed just as icy.
Closing her eyes she breathed in the cool air and just sank into herself, her body taking in every outside impression and her mind just letting go.
As the next contraction began she kept her eyes closed and let the waves engulf her. Then she felt it, that thing tugging at her insides, she knew the winch had been placed there as she felt the alien thing inside her begin to make its way down. She could feel it between her hips, the contraction tensing her body made her focus on its position and as the pain inside peeked she took a deep breath inward then pushed down, totally focused on the object inside and the path it now must take to leave her.
She could feel it move slightly downward, her mind could almost visualize its slow progression as she let the air escape her.
When the pain began to fade she took deep controlled breaths and let her mind slip away.
Inevitably the next one began and the winch started making its movement but Tracy sat there totally composed. Her breathing didn’t alter as she focused on the pathway and visualized the object moving slowly downwards. When the pain began to peak she could feel the object crowning between her legs. The pressure on her back in this awkward position made it difficult for her to bear down as she would have wished and the object was partially obscured from an easy route due to her positioning but she neither cared nor minded.
She shuffled her bum downwards as much as possible to allow the object a little more room before closing her eyes and waiting for the next wave motion to carry her.
The cold of her surroundings no longer affected her mental state, it didn’t matter and she didn’t even acknowledge it. The darkness was becoming more soothing than menacing and as she cooled her mind down again in anticipation for the next wave she could feel the muscles in her body truly begin to relax.
As the wave started again she took control of her focus and felt every movement as the object began to make its exit from her. She was stretching wide, much wider than she felt she had stretched before and she could feel it burning as it began to tear its way out of her.
She focused on the pathway, letting the thoughts of its imminent departure fill her mind as the machine continued on its incessant track.
The blood that trickled from her warmed the flesh under her thighs and she sat still as her senses took it all in. the pain dissipating again she could now tell that the object was half way out and a sadness began to fill her.
The next one will be the final one. She knew it.
When the door opened her ordeal had come to a close.
She was ambiguous about her experience there and as the doctor helped her to the bed to examine her and stitch her she began to sob.
He never asked her why and she didn’t offer an explanation, she couldn’t if she had wanted to.
The nurse bought her a cup of tea and helped her to shower and dress, w hen the doctor had worked his magic and tended her wounds and cuts.
She was given a mild painkiller and led to a private room where the bed was made and the window let in the first shards of light from the new day.
As the nurse left she turned to Tracy
“I’m sure the doctor will be in touch” she said as she gently closed the door behind her.
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