In a trap
In the trap.
With tears in my eyes, I watched the moving figure behind the glass. No, don't, don't go, turn around and run from here. But the girl, sneaking in the darkness, continued moving toward me—she was heading for the faint light source at the end of the corridor. Hiding in the dark on the other side of the glass, I watched in horror as she slowly advanced into the trap. How I wanted to warn her, but my fear was stronger than my compassion for her. The girl stopped and, feeling a small opening in the wall at waist level, hesitated, but a sharp metallic clang behind her made her bend down and crawl into the narrow opening. As soon as her blonde head appeared on the other side, the trap closed. She only felt a painful blow to her neck—it was the neck restraint snapping shut, completely fixing her head in the opening.
The girl thrashed like a mouse in a mousetrap. The lights turned on, fully illuminating the room. The young blonde squinted from the beams of light directed into her eyes. Now, I froze in surprise, examining the girl; she was much taller than me and about four years younger. Now I understood why she was chosen—at 18, to have a fully formed body that any grown woman would envy. Long, slender legs with thin ankles, defined calves, and steep hips very provocatively transitioned into round, neat buttocks, lewdly peeking out from a very short skirt. After all, it's Halloween today—the only day of the year when a girl can dress like a slut with impunity and no one will say a thing to her.
The girl was bent at a ninety-degree angle in the stocks—she was beating her delicate fists against the glass near her head, which was securely fixed. It was a very pitiful sight—a tremor ran along her legs, slightly bent at the knees, whether from fear or the awkwardness of the position. I was snapped out of my confusion by her scream and cries in a language once native to me. And I began to do what I had been prepared for so long. First, I had to secure her. I approached her from the front, the directed beam of light hit her eyes so that, squinting, she could only see my silhouette. First, I needed to properly secure her head; for this, I took small strands of her long hair and wound them one by one onto the hooks in the stocks around her head. I remember how unlucky I was with the assistant; due to her inexperienced actions, I almost had my scalp torn off in the stocks. Gently, very carefully, I distributed the strands in a circle and evenly, like strings, tightened them, finally fixing her head. I tried not to cause her pain, but I kept flinching from her screams.
Poor thing—a lot of time will pass before she is broken. When her hair was harnessed into the stocks and her head was completely immobilized, I walked around her and proceeded to secure her from behind. Meanwhile, the doctor entered the room. He looked at her carefully. And placed his medical bag nearby. Spreading the stocks, he removed the support from under her chest and quickly secured her arms above her head. The doctor approached her cute face and ran the back of his hand along her cheek wet with tears, then took out a syringe, inserted a special mouthpiece, and began injecting fluid into her lips. Then he gave several injections in her chest, smeared ointment on her nipples, which immediately turned temptingly pink. The girl was no longer screaming, she was only whimpering. Next, he took out a mouth gag. She clenched her teeth tightly, but he skillfully pried them open, shoved the gag into her mouth, and slowly began to spread her jaws apart. Opening her mouth to the maximum, he sprayed her throat with fluid from a spray. While the doctor performed procedures only he understood on her, a cosmetologist worked on her face. When he finished, her lips were even more swollen, and her face lost the remaining signs of childhood—now it was the face of a young and lustful nymphet, whose plump, fully open mouth promised a sea of pleasure to male loins. She kicked strongly, but grabbing her right leg, I inserted it into a special boot, then repeated it with the other leg. Now, her legs were widely spread, and only the knees remained to be secured. And then a stream of warm liquid hit me—she finally realized how bad her situation was and wet herself.
I watched spellbound as a yellowish trickle ran down her leg. The operator kicked me—he had been filming for a long time. I understood what I had to do and raised my head to her skirt—she no longer had panties on. Time passes, but the scenario doesn't change—first you're the queen of the dance floor, and a moment later you're running down a dark corridor from a crowd of aroused men without panties and in a very short skirt. I took off my top and gently began to wipe her crotch and legs with it. When the top got wet, I tore off her blouse and continued to wipe her dry. But the smell of urine on her body remained, and that was unacceptable. Burying my nose in her crotch, I began to lick her salty vagina and anus. Licking under her buttocks, alternately switching legs, I descended to her strong calves. The girl's completely immobilized body only shuddered in convulsions of disgust. Only one camera was aimed at her frightened face, while three lenses were aimed at me. The director decided to film this girl differently—she shouldn't know about the cameras, and they should shoot "reality"—without stopping for takes. Commands for the actors' actions came through a disguised earpiece. The girl in the stocks couldn't see the cameras due to the lenses the doctor inserted, making her nearsighted and limiting the clarity of her vision to one meter.
After the scene of licking her legs was filmed, I was moved aside, and the doctor took care of the girl from behind. He washed and completely cleaned out her intestines. The doctor expressed satisfaction with the girl's grooming—her entire crotch was already depilated and well-kept. The last thing the doctor did was generously lubricate her rectum. I looked at the doctor pleadingly, but he shook his head negatively and left. In the earpiece, I heard: "Why does your wrecked anus need lube? You'll manage anyway." The doctor approached the girl's head, wiped the drool from her open mouth, took out a syringe with a very long needle, and gave her about 6 injections inside her mouth into her cheeks from different sides. In about ten minutes, her jaw muscles would lose their strength—done specifically so the girl couldn't bite anyone. After five minutes, her mouth opened limply—she could no longer keep it closed. The director ordered me to go to the rest room and prepare the "first" performer. I was very afraid of him; this dark-skinned athlete had a nasty temper and a very large male endowment, but I feared him because of his constant dislike for me.
I entered the room; three men were sitting on the sofas, watching their new victim through the monitor screen. They were in robes after a shower.
— And here comes our little slut. So it's my turn, — said "the first" with a smirk, — I'll show you a new trick with the slut. I taught her to swallow with her mouth open.
He approached me, took me by the ear, and sharply pulled me down, putting me on my knees in front of him. I spread the robe and took his limp cock in both hands, opened my mouth wide, and placed its head on my lower lip. A hot, salty stream hit the roof of my mouth, and I began to swallow; for the first few seconds, I managed the pressure, but gradually the fluid began to fill my mouth, and I couldn't swallow fast enough; in fear, toward the end, I almost choked, but the stream began to decrease, and I was able to drink it all.
The men on the sofa applauded, and I began to lick the head, washing the cock of urine. "The first" lay on the sofa, lifting his legs wide; I understood what that meant and began to lick his anus, moving toward his huge testicles—the cock began to slowly swell, and I took it into my mouth. This was his previous trick—he shoves his entire limp cock into my mouth, I arouse him, and he expands right in my throat. The same thing was happening now—the shaft was already beginning to swell, and the limp head pressed against my throat but wasn't firm enough yet to pass through. The cock began to lift my head, and a strong male
hand forcefully pressed the back of my head against his loins. I took a full lungful of air and swallowed the head, and his cock continued to grow. Pressed tightly against his groin, I only tried to stick my tongue out of my overfilled mouth to lick his testicles, but soon the shaft fully swelled and filled my mouth and throat. There was silence in the room, no one moved—everyone was looking at my red face with bulging eyes and swollen veins on my temples. The feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger, the pounding of blood in my head became louder.
"The first" watched with a smile as my tear-filled gaze grew dim and began to slowly pull his cock out of my mouth. Freed, I gasped for air like a fish thrown ashore. "The first" stood up, took pills, threw off his robe, and put on a mask. I looked once more at his towering cock—nature had truly endowed him with a huge inheritance—on the thick 29-centimeter shaft sat a massive head the size of a child's fist.
The bright lighting was removed from the girl's eyes in the stocks, and she opened them. Two cameras captured her face turning to horror. A meter away from her stood a black man in a mask with a huge, erect flesh between his legs. The young nymphet's eyes expressed only surprise for the first few seconds, which quickly turned to horror—she realized that this huge black phallus was intended for her. The girl's mouth was already open, and tears rolled from her wide-open eyes. "The first," guided by the earpiece—waited until the cameras fully captured the emotions on the girl's face.
I knew that thanks to the pills he took, he wouldn't need my help to get his cock up anymore, and for a couple more hours, he wouldn't be able to cum. "The first" finally approached the girl and began to slowly rub his cock over her face. The black, massive, pulsating cock strongly contrasted with the pale, frightened face of the young blonde. He gently traced the contours of her face with the head, ran it over both cheeks, and then suddenly slapped her with his cock, first on one cheek, then on the other. The man delivered a few more blows with his cock until the girl's cheeks were burning. Receiving a command through the earpiece, I approached the stocks, took the cock in my hand, and began to rub the head over the girl's swollen lips. Finally positioning the cock directly opposite the ring of her lips, I whispered in her ear that if she tried to satisfy this cock with her mouth, she would save her ass; at these words, the girl's eyes blinked in fear, and the next moment, the erect flesh began to attack the weakened mouth of the young beauty. The man slowly began to pump her mouth with his piston, gradually going deeper toward her throat. "The first" was the king of asphyxiation—he knew that line when a girl's brain, under oxygen deprivation, began to bring strange, animalistic pleasure.
His cock skillfully worked in her mouth, giving her lungs only limited access to oxygen. Seeing that a sweet haze had clouded the girl's eyes after "the first" slightly loosened his grip, I became aroused again. The voice in the earpiece ordered me to prepare "the second" and "the third." I entered the rest room where they were sitting on the sofa, knelt between them, and began to suck them off one by one, preparing them for their entrance. I knew they were two brothers. Their cocks were smaller—about 17 centimeters each—but they were unrealistically thick in diameter. I didn't know if it was natural or the doctor's work, but only the head fit in my mouth. After fully arousing "the second" and "the third," I brought them out to show the victim in the stocks. The girl was brought out of her semi-unconscious state with slaps and shown the two brothers.
Again, horror and hopelessness were reflected on her face. The final stage of the film remained—they would film a terrible anal scene during which all three men would take turns fucking her in the ass, gradually stretching and fisting her childish anus, and I would tell her about her future during this. Only one camera remained in front, which would silently film her facial expression as she listened to me. She was already able to close her mouth on her own, but after the suffocation, she was still weak, so the doctor gave her a new injection to bring her to her senses. To prevent her from screaming, I shoved a gag into her mouth, knelt down, and began to whisper in her ear. I told her about how after the filming, she would be taken out of the country, how a fat pig for 20,000 euros would take her virginity (for now, they would only fuck her in the ass and preserve her virginity). Then for a month, she would be turned into an anal slut—they would pierce about ten holes in her tongue and insert short spikes so she couldn't suck. They would put a corset on her with a large hole opposite her anus and a narrow slit opposite her vagina (only for urination), excluding vaginal sex. The only type of sex she would be able to engage in would be anal.
After that, she would be taken to an Asian country and thrown into a male general prison with cells of 30 people, where they would humiliate her and morally turn her into a mattress. Throughout the month, for three hours a day, she would be taken to a new cell with prisoners. After that, there would be a break—a month for plastic surgery—they would enlarge her lips even more, remove the mini-spikes from her tongue, split the tip like a snake's (for better oral stimulation), a dentist would remove her 12 front teeth along with the canines, they would put another corset on her that excluded both anal and vaginal sex, and she would begin a month of oral whoring. She would be transferred to another prison block—to maximum-security prisoners. She would suck at night, through the bars, moving from one cell to another. If the guards found traces of semen on her or her clothes in the morning, she would be fined an additional day in prison. I served a double sentence because prison authorities forced local "roosters" to jerk off on me, and the guards counted extra days for me—after all, traces of semen are very hard to hide. After that, you will be completely broken and sent to work in a brothel, where, at the client's whim, you will be ready for anything.
During this story, I had to interrupt several times when close-ups were taken of her virginity, then when "the third" popped her ass open—she screamed very wildly. And a few more times when the men switched. A couple of times, she lost consciousness, but the doctor handled it. By the end of the story, she was completely broken and was moaning stupidly.
After two hours of anal sex, the men finally demonstratively came on her face and in her mouth.
The filming day ended; the exhausted, morally destroyed girl was untied and put to sleep.
Epilogue.
The director patted me on the cheek and said sadly:
— Natasha, you are free, — looking at me with melancholy, he continued, — I don't know what you told her, but she accepted all my conditions, agreed to move to another country, grow up with new documents, and star in my films. Thanks to you, I have a new childlike "eighteen-year-old" face and a fresh five-year contract. And you can retire early. As I promised—the money I transferred to your account will be enough for a long, comfortable life, and in your country, they will think you were in European sex slavery for 4 years. The driver will take you to the airport, where he will give you your real documents.
I was flying on the plane, and tears were streaming down my cheeks. But not tears of happiness—I got out of sex slavery by deceiving another girl, feeding her such bullshit you wouldn't even see in the worst nightmare. And all this to be far from what is so dear to me. I was broken, ruined, made into a whore, and a whore I will die. Even though the director said I was already old, I think at 18, all the most interesting things are just beginning. I wonder, do they make porn at home?..