"Aack!" I sqwacked. That wasn't a playful spank. That fucking cane was on a whole other level. It stung like a bitch.
Another blow fell. "Oww!" I whined pitifully. "Fuck, that really hurts!"
That only encouraged the sadistic prick. A cascade of cane strikes rained down on my bottom. My groans turned into full blow screams of pain as the repeated hits and burning pain sapped away my endurance.
"Oy! Give it a rest. I haven't gone yet." Third interrupted.
"Eh… whatever," Fourth grumbled, tossing the cane on the floor by the side of the bed.
I lay there on my stomach, catching my breath, letting the tears in my eyes roll down my cheeks freely. That was intense, way more pain than I was used to. Not quite as bad as whatever the Rock Mimic did to my hands, but… it was up there.
I felt another cock against my ass.
"My ass again?" I whined.
Third thrust his cock inside me without a single fuck given for my feelings on the matter. I whimpered. At least there was cum inside there for lube now.
I soon lost track of time. Hours passed, men fucked me. They used me every way they wanted. My initial guess of three orgasms from each them turned out to be woefully optimistic.
After the second round, they started getting tired, as normal human men would, and so I thought they were almost done. But then, they all took out some small glass vials to replenish their stamina… and apparently that included sexual stamina as well. In total, Second and Third fucked me six times each. First fucked me seven times. While Fourth was determined to ruin my ass forever, so he used two more stamina potions and fucked me a staggering ten times, every single time was in my ass. So that was… what… twenty nine loads inside me, total?
For the entire four hour session, from start to finish, barely thirty seconds passed without a dick inside me. Sometimes two at once, but never three. It turned out porno-style double penetration wasn't all that practical in real life, requiring some strange contortions that looked good on camera, but were horribly uncomfortable in real life. It was always my mouth and one of my lower holes, more often than not, my ass.
Myself? I came twelve times. Most of my orgasms were from Fourth assfucking me with maximum brutality. Which ironically made him the sexiest lover of the bunch. He wanted me to cry and beg for mercy, but I only came for him, again and again. The harder he tried to hurt me, the harder my orgasm. It pissed him off to no end, which made me incredibly happy. The cruel sadist cock was soundly defeated by the slutty masochist butthole. The poor guy never stood a chance.
In retaliation, he caned me a lot. As hard and as viciously as he could, desperate to get the screams of pain from me that he wanted. He was successful. He was very successful. I screamed and cried like a bitch the entire time. Brutal canings were a bit less fun that hard fucking, but as the night dragged on, and I adapted to the pain, I started enjoying that too, much to the man's chagrin.
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I didn't know what I looked like, but I was probably a wreck. I felt sticky semen drying all over my skin, and throbbing welts from the cane all over my back, bottom, thighs, belly, and tits. Cum was dripping out of my gaping, excessively used holes.
When their play time was up, the men left me lying on the bed, smiling with satisfaction, my well-fucked ass in the air. I fell asleep the instant they were gone.
I woke up to a man grabbing my ankle, and dragging me out of my cozy bed and onto the hard floor. I grumbled wordlessly in complaint.
"Up!" the man called out.
I groggily climbed to me feet, seeing a familiar hair-pulling thug staring at me with annoyance. This time, he didn't grab my cum-saturated hair. I smiled in victory. Yeah, that's right! Better watch out dude, or I'll slime ya!
"Back to your cell," he ordered.
"Can't I stay here? I was so comfy," I grumbled.
He narrowed his eyes at me, probably debating whether to hit me or not. He chose not to get cum all over his clothes, and just pointed at the doorway out of the room. I decided not to press my luck, and obeyed the order.
It was probably pretty late now. Most of the girls were gone. I suspected they'd been returned to their cells after they'd been used. Only a few unlucky souls were left, victims of those with the gold to pay for extra time. I took a casual glance around the room as I walked.
The afterglow of my gangbang faded and my expression sobered. I realized just how lucky I'd been tonight.
The crucified dark elf was still displayed on the wall. Her wounds were just as gruesome as before. She was still alive somehow, barely, though I was willing to bet she wished she wasn't. Would they keep her there until she died, or heal her and start the whole process over tomorrow? I didn't know.
"Please… please stop! Please… Pleeeeeaaaase!" howled an agonized voice.
I saw a fluffy tailed wolf girl, stretched out on the rack. Her shoulders and hips dislocated, pulled half out of their sockets. She was stretched out more than I would have thought possible without ripping her in half. Her body was horrifically distorted, with her armpits up near where a human's ears would be, but not quite reaching her wolf ears. If that wasn't bad enough, her entire torso was covered with blistering burns from branding irons. She was screaming in agony, and she continued screaming without pause. Her agonized howls continued… on and on… a constant stream of begging and pleading. It had been hours already, and there was seemingly no end to this poor girl's pain.
"Mercy! Oh gods… please… mercy!" the wolfgirl screamed. Her pleas were ignored by the smiling man holding the rack's wheel.
I saw the bunny girl from earlier. She was tied in a chair, ankles bound to the front chair leg, wrists bound behind the backrest. She had the old man's cock in her mouth, and was sucking him quietly and obediently. Her eyes were lifeless, stained with tears. Her breasts were just… gone. In fact, most of the skin of her chest was missing, from navel to shoulder, peeled off completely. Only bare muscle was visible, including clean pectorals with no hint of breast tissue remaining. I hoped that could be healed.
Despite the horrifying mutilation, there was a surprising lack of blood. Nothing beneath the skin seemed to be damaged. There were no muscles cut, no veins nicked… That probably took some skill to accomplish. That meant the creepy old psycho she was blowing had gotten lots of practice skinning people, didn't it?
"Please… somebody… let me down… please…" a quiet voice whimpered.
It was another elf, a pale high elf this time, trussed up and dangling suspended from a chain in the middle of the hall. Her feet were far off the ground, and her arms were bound behind her back, the chain attached to her wrists. Her body was curled forward, her arms stretched outward and upward behind her. They were on the agonizing verge of being dislocated as they supported her entire body weight. The position was called strappado, I recalled. It was an infamous type of torture. Heavy lead weights were tied to her ankles, cruelly pulling her body down, and multiplying her agony.
It was a horribly painful position to be forced into. How long had she been hanging like this? Like the crucified elf, nobody seemed to be actively playing with her, or even paying any attention to her suffering. She'd been abandoned, left alone in her agony with no hope of reprieve. Would she stay up there all night?
I took a quick glance around for Chloe, and was relieved that I didn't see her trussed up anywhere. Whatever happened to her, it was over now. Hopefully it wasn't too bad.
The guard, still reluctant to touch the slimy mess covering my body, kicked me in the butt to get me to move along quicker and stop gawking at the torture victims. I complied, walking down the narrow stairs back to the sub-dungeon cells.
The burly guard led me back into my cell, bound my arms in the wall manacles again, and left me to lie on my hay pile, still covered in goo and aching in every hole. Wasn't I supposed to get healing after? Maybe that was only for life threatening cases. It didn't matter anyway, I wasn't in that much pain, and I had my Aasimar regeneration too. I'd probably be all better by morning.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep, exhausted from my first day of forced prostitution.