The assignment:

You did a good job, slut… you look like a pierced freak now, and I’m not sure your ass is ever going to close right again, but I haven’t had as much fun fucking your holes since the day I grabbed you, and that’s what really matters – It means you’ve broken yourself enough that I don’t need to break you further.

You get to keep all your holes. Now it’s time to get myself a new set of holes.

But I am fair! I’ll give your sister a sporting chance. I will let you warn her that I’m coming! Aren’t I merciful… it’s a shame no one warned you, but a dumb slut like you? Who would have bothered?

You are going to write your sister a letter, and I’ll make sure she gets it. And before you think about getting smart, I’m going to read it first… Nothing about me specifically or where you are being kept, nothing to help you get rescued… your dumb ass got herself down here, and I’ve already told you the only way you’re leaving. If I get tired of your sister, I’ll probably just sell her to a whorehouse but not you – you leave in a body bag or not at all.

In this letter, you are going to warn your sister that I’m coming for her, and what she should do to be safe. And to make sure she takes it seriously, you are going to warn her of exactly what I’m going to do to her on her first day here. Break it down for her in enough detail that she wants to throw up thinking about it… enough that she would do anything to avoid falling into my hands. Maybe you can scare her enough that she’ll be smart, that she’ll run away into nunnery or something to avoid me. You can spare her if you scare her enough…

Am I not merciful?

Now bend over while you write, I haven’t decided if I like your new, pierced cunt more than your ass with extra cocks in it. Maybe by the time you finish writing I’ll have decided.

This assignment is due on Monday the 22nd, at Midnight in Poland.


Completed assignment:

Dear Ana,

By now you have all realized that I have disappeared. I have, in fact, been kidnapped. This is not a ransom note. My Master doesn’t want ransom, he wants just to keep fucking and abusing me, the way he’s been doing ever since he grabbed me.

The next part will be probably difficult to read for you, but you HAVE TO focus. And before you say anything, please, please, please it is NOT SOME CREEPY JOKE.

See, on the very first day, he just raped me. I begged and squealed and cried and screamed, but he just fucked me to dump his load so he can properly welcome me. And see… I was a dumb bitch then, because that was almost gentle in comparison to everything else he did to me since then.

Unlike you, Ana, I am not a good cocksucker or I wasn’t, I think I could give you a run for you money now. The Master raped my mouth several times, usually hard enough to make me to either puke or even pass out. Then he punished me for passing out on his cock. Quickly I learned that the only way for me to convince him not to facefuck me, was to suck him and suck well. So I had to quickly learn how to suck, how to lick and how to swallow.

Neither could I get used to the brutal ways he would fuck my pussy. Of course that wasn’t enough for him. Quickly he began visitting various punishments on my body – hurting my breasts with whips, burning my pussy with cigarettes and so on. That was for not assisting with my rapes well enough. I had to fuck my master back, or maybe even ride him like a bitch in heat, like… you.

Do you know I was a virgin up my ass? Well, I’m sure you knew that. Not any longer. He took my ass for the first time as brutally as he could before first congratulating me at my tightness… and then punishing me because it was so unused that it hurt his cock. But soon I was an expert on using my ass as well, especially as it was constantly plugged by dildos.

I’m telling you not for you to pity me. If I wanted that I would tell you about the times my Master shares me with his friends or… with animals. I would tell you about the times he is literally whoring me out.

No, I’m telling you so you know what happens to you. I… I may have promised to tell him how to grab you. Please don’t hate me, you can’t imagine how it was for me. He offered to rape me less often once he has to… so I had to.

But now… he allowed me to warn you. So if you have never listened to me before, listen now. RUN. Go to our sister, her husband is a cop and police in her country is better than ours. Or change your name and move to a different country. RUN.

And even as I say it… a part of me wishes, he manages to find you and I get hurt less. I don’t know if you can ever forgive me. If he grabs you though… you will understand what I went through, why I had to do what I did.

Bye sis.


The Reward:

Dear Ana,

By now you have all realized that I have disappeared. I have, in fact, been kidnapped.

The speakers played the words I had made you record for me, and it was a wonder anyone could hear them over the sounds filling the basement. Turns out, gangrapes could be quite loud. Still, everyone could hear it… and most importantly, I knew that both Ana and you could hear it. Even when either of you couldn’t make out the exact words, you both knew what it said, it had been playing on repeat for a few days now.

Ana was the guest of the night. She was completely surrounded by a dozen men, to the point that either of us could barely see her… but we both knew what was happening. Even if we didn’t both get enough glimpses to see, we could hear from Ana’s screams.

This is not a ransom note. My Master doesn’t want ransom, he wants just to keep fucking and abusing me, the way he’s been doing ever since he grabbed me.

The next part will be probably difficult for you to hear, but you HAVE TO focus. And before you say anything, please, please, please it is NOT SOME CREEPY JOKE.

I slowly fucked you from behind, by cock buried in your ass as we watched your sister get used like a whore. It wasn’t the first time… it wasn’t even the hundredth, but I still loved watching… and making my favorite fleshlight watch.

You hung suspended in the air, hung from her wrists with your legs tied spread to two posts. It left you completely exposed, and plenty of people took advantage. While I wasn’t particularly eager to cum right now, just idly fucking you with no more passion than I would have stroking my cock watching the show, others were more eager.

While we waited and watched, a man walked up to you. “Juice me up, whore,” he said.

“Yes sir,” you begged, just like I had told you to. “Please rape my sister hard.”

“Don’t worry cunt, I will,” he promised as he slapped his cock against your pussy for a few strokes.

“Is she nice and juicy for you?” I asked, feeling you tense around me. You knew what was going to happen if he said no… the hand I had on the chain connecting your clit and nipple piercings together made that very clear to you.

You didn’t have anything to worry about at the moment. “Absolutely,” he said with a grin. “This slut must really hate her sister. Either that or she’s big enough of a rapeslut she just doesn’t care.”

“Which was one is it, Dorota?” I asked. Your ass tightened on me as you panicked… you weren’t sure of the right answer.

“Ummm…” you whispered. “Both, Master?”

I yanked on your chain and you screamed as your nipples and clit were pulled out in time with one another. A trickle of blood driped from your right nipple. “That didn’t sound very convincing, slut,” I growled.

“Both!” You shouted. “I hate her! I hate her I hate her I love being raped I hate her!”

“That’s better,” I whispered into your ear.

See, on the very first day, he just raped me. I begged and squealed and cried and screamed, but he just fucked me to dump his load so he can properly welcome me. And see… I was a dumb bitch then, because that was almost gentle in comparison to everything else he did to me since then.

I’d done the same with Ana, of course, a few weeks ago. She did have a wonderful pussy, every bit as good as you had promised me it would be when I made you offer her to me. It was every bit as nice as yours. It was fun to punish her for not being a virgin, but at least that means she had some experience using it. More than you had had. What a little whore. It was fun teaching you to use your muscles, to squeeze my cock with you holes. She already knew how to do it. It was less fun that way… imagine how much less fun I’d have had with you if I didn’t need to spend so much time training you to be the sexy little slave girl you were born to be. That was how I felt about her. She was a sexy little slut, but it had been so… unsatisfying.

I’d made you hold her down the first time. It was fun to hear her beg you to save her. I’d already told you that if she got loose I’d just have to kill her, so you put everything you had into keeping her down to the ground no matter how she screamed and cried. Then I returned the favor, holding her down while you gave her rings in her nipples, clit, and tongue, just like your own… after all, you’d done such a good job with it.

The man who had just lubed himself up in your pussy walked over to where your sister was being surrounded by men and slapped his slick cock against her pussy a few times before sliding in. She screamed again, her tits bouncing as he started to fuck her, and I smiled. They weren’t allowed to cum in her holes… not because I wanted to spare her, but because I wanted her not to get slick. She hated all of this, her cunt was still dry, and every time a cock slid into her I wanted her to know it was because her sister was so turned on that she had soaked their cocks for them.

“Rape my sister!” you called out while I slid in and out of your butt. “Fuck her! Fuck the shit out of her!” You had begged every man who had raped her today to do it, asked them to make sure they did a good job and fucked her hard. You had to, of course… but I doubted your sister would see it that way.

Unlike you, Ana, I am not a good cocksucker or I wasn’t, I think I could give you a run for you money now. The Master raped my mouth several times, usually hard enough to make me to either puke or even pass out. Then he punished me for passing out on his cock. Quickly I learned that the only way for me to convince him not to facefuck me, was to suck him and suck well. So I had to quickly learn how to suck, how to lick and how to swallow.

Neither could I get used to the brutal ways he would fuck my pussy. Of course that wasn’t enough for him. Quickly he began visiting various punishments on my body – hurting my breasts with whips, burning my pussy with cigarettes and so on. That was for not assisting with my rapes well enough. I had to fuck my master back, or maybe even ride him like a bitch in heat, like… you.

“I need a cigarette!” One of the men called.

“On it,” I said. Then I reached to the table besides us, picked up one of the white sticks, and lit it. I didn’t bring it to my own lips, of course… smoking was a disgusting habit. Instead I brought it to yours.

I saw you part your lips, and laughed as how eager you were, despite everything. I needed plenty of cigarettes to play with you, and I certainly wasn’t going to smoke them… so you were going to have to. By now, you were definitely addicted to the damn things, and burning you with them was almost as much fun as denying you one, making you beg for one even when you knew it was going to be used to burn you. The look of eagerness and despair on your face never ceased getting me hard.

After I had let you puff on it a few times, I took the cigarette from your lips… and promptly ground it into your right tit. You actually bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming, and I grinned. “You aren’t the one who’s supposed to be the one suffering today, Dorota… that’s your sister. Don’t be greedy.” I relit the cigarette.

“Yes master,” you whispered as I pushed it back between your lips. Then I let one of the men take it… and lit you another one. All told, I burned you six times and let them burn Ana 8 before her screams cut off as someone forced her lips down over their cock. I always loved those gagging noises. They brought back such great memories.

When I had both of you together that first day, I had immediately put both of your mouths to work. You had promised your sister already knew how to suck cock, but after everything I had taught you, I figured you’d be better by now. I was surprised to learn I was wrong. That little whore could suck the chrome off a tailpipe. Once I knew that, though, the whole thing got so much more fun.

I made a game of it. You two would compete, over and over. The rules were simple. Every time your sister won, you were going to lose a tooth. Once you could suck cock better than her, however, you’d be sentencing her to life in a cheap brothel the moment I was done with her. It was fun to hear her beg you to let her win. Ana taught me something valuable that day… that even after all this time, you were still holding out on me. Holding onto a speck of pride that kept you from completely debasing yourself when you slobbered all over my dick. It only took two of your teeth to snuff that flame out. Ana had cried so beautifully when I told her that I thought the brothel had dogs, too.

The one place you had a real advantage, even right from the start, was in using your face like a toilet. Each time I pissed in Ana, she had thrown up. I didn’t really that, not much, but it was a waste of time. Having you feed it back to her every time she did really helped her learn her place.

Do you know I was a virgin up my ass? Well, I’m sure you knew that. Not any longer. He took my ass for the first time as brutally as he could before first congratulating me at my tightness… and then punishing me because it was so unused that it hurt his cock. But soon I was an expert on using my ass as well, especially as it was constantly plugged by dildos.

Someone else came over to lube up his cock. “Please rape my sister hard,” you begged. Then he headed over to the mass of bodies.

Even through the cock gagging her, I could hear the scream she made as someone started raping her ass, too. She always hated that. She hadn’t been a virgin in her ass that first time, either, so I had needed to make due – I wanted her to be as tight as you, so I had let you pick one of the dildos to use. The look on your face as you tried to decide which one was the smallest one I would let you pick for her was priceless, and I loved it when your fear ultimately overrode your mercy and you picked one as thick as a beer can. I had glued sandpaper all around it, given you a strap-on harness, and had you rape her ass first. By the time I gave her a go, it was wonderfully tight from all the swelling.

Unfortunately, it seemed like I had done some real damage to the whore – it always seemed to hurt her even more than it should. She screamed so loudly each and every time now. Oh well… served the whore right.

I’m telling you not for you to pity me. If I wanted that I would tell you about the times my Master shares me with his friends or… with animals. I would tell you about the times he is literally whoring me out.

No, I’m telling you so you know what happens to you. I… I may have promised to tell him how to grab you. Please don’t hate me, you can’t imagine how it was for me. He offered to rape me less often once he has two… so I had to.

One of the men was ready to come now, so he pulled out of your sister and over to you. He stepped up onto the box, jacking his cock off until he came onto your face. That was where every single load was that your sister had earned, every single load of cum that would have been raped into her body if I had let her. You looked like you were wearing a mask of seed at this point. It made me laugh.

After he finished cumming, though… he didn’t leave. He stepped up between your legs… and punched you in the stomach.

You expelled your air in a whoof of breath, and your ass tightened deliciously on my dick. ““Please rape my sister!” you begged. He punched you again.

“Please rape my sister!”

“Please rape my sister!”

“Please rape my sister!”

He used you as a punching bag for about five minutes, driving his fists into your stomach, into your tits, once even into your pussy… you barely stopped yourself from wailing when that happened. The entire front of you was a mass of bruises by now, and it was only getting worse… as the men came more and more, it was taking them longer to get hard again. Then needed to hurt you more and more to make them.

Thankfully for you… he was hard again. He sheathed himself in your pussy again while you cheered for the men gangbanging Ana, telling them to use her hard, to choke her on their cocks, to hurt her and make her ass squeeze them tighter. Then he was gone, heading over to use his cock on her again, while another man started cumming on your face.

But now… he allowed me to warn you. So if you have never listened to me before, listen now. RUN. Go to our sister, her husband is a cop and police in her country is better than ours. Or change your name and move to a different country. RUN.

And even as I say it… a part of me wishes, he manages to find you and I get hurt less. I don’t know if you can ever forgive me. If he grabs you though… you will understand what I went through, why I had to do what I did.

I have to admit, it was really a wonder that both of you were such great fucks. Truly amazing genetics in your family… but I only wanted one of you. You were special to me, the idiot who had gotten herself into this situation, the one I was dedicated to slowly turning into the single most perfect whore on the face of the planet. Ana was just an unlucky bitch. I was already bored of her – I’d raped her a dozen times a day for the first week, but the novelty had worn off… that was why it was your ass that was in the process of milking the fourth load out of my cock now, and why I was letting others gangrape the shit out of your slut of a sister. She would be gone soon, off down to a brothel a knew of down in Brazil, where pretty white girls would get used hard and never be coming back.

And it was all your fault.

And she would still probably get treated better than you.

Bye sis.

The truth was… I had never sent her the recording warning her. You knew that. Had probably know it even when I made you record it, but you had dared to hope. You had done it anyway. Now I made you listen to it over and over again… but my cruelty was never random. It always had a point.

While you still had any kind of hope, you would never be completely mine. Recording this message for your sister had been a way to prove to yourself that you still had choices, even if those choices were terrible. That the decisions you made still mattered. Not delivering it to her was how I showed you that they didn’t.

A cat brushed against my leg, and I laughed and reached down to scratch its back. It wandered off happily as I started fucking your ass harder. Once, he had belonged to your former roomate. You had sent her a warning, too. Now she was the fucktoy of an oil platform in the Gulf of Mexico, and I had made you listen to the warning you had made for her as well the whole time I had abused her.

I had let her rape you before I sent her off. She had been all too eager. I wondered how eager your sister would be? You had to be thinking about that by now, wondering yourself… how much would she believe that you were blameless here? How much would she hate you for being a little Brutus of a fucktoy? How badly would she make you scream?

Thinking about it dragged another load out of my balls into your churning ass, and I grinned as the recording started again.

Dear Ana,

By now you have all realized that I have disappeared...

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