Chapter 6

That night, Connie spent in an empty shipping container. No lights, no bedding, no food, and no toilet. She barely slept due to the bone-chilling cold. In the morning, the doors to the container swung open, letting in the blessed warmth and light from the sun. But her momentary comfort was interrupted by two men in black sweats and hoods who entered and grabbed her.

They dragged her cold, naked body out into the morning light by her arms and flung her into the back of a cargo van. The trip took close to an hour, as best as Connie could estimate. Then she was carried into a warehouse. Inside, Connie was surprised to see a large tub and bathroom facilities. Four very naked, very beautiful dark-skinned women waited as she was brought to them.

Connie was, unceremoniously deposited on the floor near the tub, then let. Connie was now alone with these women, who immediately lifted her and began scrubbing her down with wet sponges. After every patch of her skin felt raw, they placed her in the tub. The water was hot, and it stung her skin, partly because her skin was raw, but also due to the strong soap the water was infused with.

During her four-person soaping session, one of the women began probing and scraping the inside of her vagina with a stiff brush. When she was done, they pulled her up and bent her over the edge of the tub, and pushed something hard into her ass. “This will be very warm,” she said. “You’ll want to push it out, but you need to hold it in.” A jet of warm, thick liquid suddenly flooded Connie’s anus. Immediately she felt like she had to have a bowel movement, but clenched her ass as tight as she could. “For the enema to work, you need to hold it for thirty or forty-five seconds. That felt like it could be an eternity, with how badly Connie felt she needed to void. But she held it while they carried her to the toilet.

Once on the toilet, she was told to hold it a few seconds longer, then allowed to release it. The sound and smell of her voiding was terrible. The woman holding her flushed the toilet and cleaned off her backside. Then a hose with a nozzle was pushed into her anus. “Final cleaning with warm water,” she said. “The first was a medicated enema.”

They flushed her with warm water three more times, then cleaned her bottom and set her back in the tub, which had been cleaned and refilled while her ass was flushed out. Connie’s hair was washed as well, and then she was wrapped in a thin white robe, with no belt, it was secured in two places by thin strings.

When the men in black hoods returned, they placed a hood over her head and grabbed her by the arms. This time, she was placed in the back of a car. By the width of the doorway, she figured it must be a limo. Once seated and buckled in, one of her captors spoke in a thick accent. “You must not speak at all,” he admonished her. “If you utter any words, we will be forced to cut out your tongue.”

When there was no response from her, he slapped the side of her head. “Nod once if you understand!” he demanded harshly. Connie nodded once. There was a knock on some glass, and the car began to move. They only drove about ten minutes before the car stopped and she was pulled out. Connie smelled the ocean. She guessed they were taking her to a yacht.

They walked he down a wooden ramp and then lifted her onto a cold, wet, smooth surface. She was pushed forward and walked until they grabbed her and made her stop. A voice from a distance called out. “Bring her in,” said another heavily accented voice. Connie was shoved forward and began walking now on a carpeted surface.

“You may leave now, the voice said, and Connie was left standing there. When he heard the click of a door behind her, the voice said. “Drop that robe and remove your hood,” Connie did as she was told and was now face to face, with one of the most disgusting men she’d ever seen.

He had to be nearly four hundred pounds or more, set on a wide, intricately carved throne. Most of his bulk was covered by colorful silk robes and sashes. Hanging between his swollen thighs was an elephantine cock, its veiny shaft was topped by a bulbous, purple glans. Connie almost gasped out loud but held herself back.

“I know...” he said, gesturing over his body. “Irresistible, yes?” Connie felt her gorge rising while she stared at him. Connie nodded, hoping the motion would help put down the nausea she felt at that moment. When she looked up again, she was amazed to see this man’s huge cock getting erect. It was lifting like a huge snake lifting its head from the ground.

The big man waved Connie to come over, then motioned to his still-rising phallus. “Give us a kiss, Yes?” he said in his thick accent, with a wide smile on his face. Connie placed her lips against the disgusting-colored glans and kissed it. There was a strange metallic taste, but Connie didn’t have time to work it out, as the man twitched and forced the head of his cock into her mouth. Connie gagged.

The big man moaned and sputtered as he gyrated his bulk to force more and more of his thick prick into Connie’s throat. Here gagging became more and more pronounced until she began to heel herself losing consciousness ... Her breathing was being restricted and blackness was creeping in from her peripheral vision. As it felt like her throat might rip apart, she was spared the feeling as she passed out.

Connie began to breathe again, spontaneously and found herself face down on the carpet she’d been standing on. Her arms and legs were being pulled and she lay splayed out. Someone was massaging her pussy with a cold, gel-like substance she thought could only be a lubricant. Fingers were probing her insides, rubbing the gel liberally inside of her.

Suddenly, two fingers became three fingers, and three became four and then a whole hand was forced inside of her straining snatch. Unintentionally she cried out as the hand struck hard against her cervix. A booming voice overpowered her scream suddenly. The big man behind her began to shout.

“Silence Her Immediately!” he boomed. “Shut the whore up! Do it! Do it now!” came the order. Suddenly a pair of hands wrenched her jaw open and held it. Another hand grabbed the tip of her tongue with pliers and yanked. Connie began to struggle as realization hit her. She only saw the blade briefly before she blacked out.

When Connie came to, her head felt like it had been hit by a brick. She felt saliva running from her mouth and her nose was running as well. Remembering what had happened, she began to sob. The sound that met her ears was more like a frog croaking than a human sobbing. She cried out but only a garbled groan came out. Her tongue was gone.

The part of it that was left must be badly swollen, it was hard to breathe through her mouth, so Connie was forced to breathe through her nose. Mucous bubbled out as she forced breaths through her nose. She was sitting up, strapped into a medical restraint chair, likely to stop her from thrashing around. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out, but there was no pain so it must have been a while.

Looking around, Connie noticed she was in a familiar cell. She could even see the white walls outside the tiny window in the door ... The door opened and a man in a lab coat came in, with a tray of instruments. He was followed by a familiar guard. It was Roxy, who smiled at Connie as she stood behind the man in the lab coat.

The man sighed as he approached. “I wish they wouldn’t do this kind of thing,” he said, sounding truly disgusted. “OK, let’s take a look and make sure everything is clean and uninfected. Connie saw Roxy stiffen behind the lab coat man. But instead of reaching down and spreading her legs, the man reached for Connie’s head. Roxy looked confused.

In Roxy’s mind, someone had fucked Connie too hard and may have torn something. If they were going to give her back, she wanted to make sure the playground was intact. But when he opened Connie’s mouth she grunted. Roxy saw the stump of Connie’s tongue and lost control.

“WHY!?” she screamed, lunging toward the man in the lab coat, “You sadistic sons of bitches, Why?” she grabbed him by the lapels and lifted him off the floor, and drew back a thick fist. Connie was frantically shaking her head from side to side and had begun to cry again. This isn’t what she wanted. She knew Roxy would be in trouble.

As the man flailed, he slapped a red box in his belt. Klaxons began to blare, the lights went out and red flood lights filled all the spaces that Connie could see. As Roxy was punching the man she led aloft, screaming and crying, several other guards entered and immediately took steps to subdue and restrain Roxy, using stun sticks to force her to release her captive.

It took four large men, and a set of heavy steel shackles to subdue Roxy and drag her out of the cell. As she was being removed, Connie could hear her shouting. “You had no right!” Every time she yelled there was a smack that followed it. “She’s Mine you Godless Fucks! Mine!” another smack, until the outer door slammed shut and she was alone with an unconscious man at her feet.

The guards returned with another tech who proceeded to examine Connie. He used some kind of spray that was cold in her mouth, then rubbed a stiff brush along every surface in there. When he was done, she could breathe through her mouth again. Next, he spread her legs and inserted a speculum into her pussy. Satisfied, he instructed the guards to clean Connie up and bring her to the cell block.

Once again, Connie was thrown into the cells she’d been in when this all began. The difference was that there was a camera mounted near the ceiling, above the cell door. She was left alone for just over a day before she heard a commotion. Her cell was flung open and four guards came in, followed by two men in gray jumpsuits with reflective yellow and red tape around the wrists and ankles.

They carried in a large device that looked like a large pizza peel set atop a saw horse. It was placed in the middle of the cell in full view of the camera and the guards grabbed her and brought her to the device by force. Connie decided not to struggle, she was fairly sure what was about to happen.

For over a year now, she’d been raped, mutilated, forcibly impregnated, had her child cut out of her, tortured, and sold. It would seem the rapes were to continue. She was strapped face down to the device, arms above her head and out to the sides. Her legs were strapped to the legs of the saw horse and spread.

Her torso was strapped down to the flat surface and her head and neck held in place. Of all the positions she could have been put into, this wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. Then she heard one of the guards begin giving commands to what sounded like a crowd outside the cell.

“Quiet down you mooks!” came a harsh voice. “Single file line,” he commanded. “When we say so, you come in, fuck the subject, cum once and leave.” then he admonished. “No second turn!”

Then a distant voice yelled back,” Which Hole can we use?” The crowd started laughing. Connie felt a knot form in her stomach. She began feeling sick.