Dating App Victim

The next few days followed a similar pattern. I was chained to the bed at night. In the morning I was allowed to remove the uniform in order to shower. I was given a new pair of pull-up pants and then provided with a list of jobs. Each day once I had completed my work the man raped me.

The following day however things changed. I was told to clean what had been my spare room but now the walls and ceiling were painted black and it was fitted out as a dungeon! I cleaned all the wooden equipment and then as I was wiping the leather seats I heard the front door open and close followed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

The door opened and five men walked in. I backed into the corner but my arms were grabbed and I was told to kneel. One of the men pulled his cock out and forced it into my mouth. I assumed he wanted to be brought to a climax but instead he emptied his bladder into my mouth and I choked on the bitter tasting liquid. He laughed when he finished and one by one the others followed. My uniform was soaked in urine that had dribbled from my mouth and there was a puddle on the floor which didn’t go unnoticed.

The ring gag was unbuckled and I was commanded to lick it up. Whilst I did that two of them men dragged the leather covered bench I had just cleaned into the middle of the room.

I was made to lie on it and ropes bound my wrists over my head to a hook at one end and more ropes bound my ankles to a hook at the other end and in the process they were pulled painfully apart.

The towelling pants were torn off leaving me exposed. Fingers were forced into my rectum – how many I don’t know because I couldn’t see what was happening I could just feel the violation. ‘He’s very loose’, I heard one of them say.

‘I think the number 20 will be required’, another said with a laugh. ‘We haven’t used that in a long time!’ a different voice said and I looked round and saw what he was holding. It was huge and shaped more like a marrow than a phallus.

The instrument of torture disappeared from my eye line and in no time I felt it being presented against the opening of my rectum. Pressure was applied and I felt it being inserted. Surely I couldn’t take that inside me could I?

Without warning something hit the end hard and the phallus was driven deep inside me. I cried out in pain, but they just laughed. The horse’s cock was bad but this was worse.

One by one the men presented their erect cocks to my mouth and I ended up swallowing their sperm although a lot dribbled from my mouth onto the floor.

With a plop the dildo was pulled from my rectum and the ropes were untied.

I was ordered to clean the floor using my tongue and after the stained uniform was removed I was bound naked to the wooden cross using the attached straps. A large red ball gag was forced into my mouth and weights were hung from the rings piercing my nipples.

‘Let’s see how much spunk you have’, one of the men said. I have no idea of the timescale but I know I was forced to climax at least a dozen times, each one captured in a dish which gradually filled with milky sperm. They used a combination of hands and vibrators to achieve that and by the time they stopped my erect cock was red raw.

Each of them then added copious amounts of their own sperm to the dish the contents of which was sucked into a large syringe. I assumed it was going into my mouth but the syringe was rammed into my rectum and when it was removed a large cylinder of what looked liked cotton wool was forced deep inside my arse. ‘We can’t have our precious seed dripping out can we?’ one of the men said with a laugh as they all turned and left the room leaving me securely bound to the frame.

Eventually my captors; the woman and the man walked in. ‘Our clients paid well for their time with you and their feedback was positive!’ the woman said as the man unbuckled the straps. I was told to get dressed and given a new pair of padded pants and then I was taken to the kitchen and fed.