Captive Audience to her own Rape - Part 1

A woman forced to witness her own abuse through the lens of her attackers

As I came too and opened my eyes, when consciousness finally crested, it brought with it a blinding wash of darkness and utter disorientation. As the brain fog slowly lifted leaving me with a dull, throbbing ache—the familiar ghost of a hangover—and a strange, metallic-copper tang coating the back of my tongue. Slowly, agonizingly, awareness began to seep in as I became aware of my situation.
There was something placed over my eyes that felt like it was being held tightly in place by something wrapped around my head, my ears felt as though they had plugs placed into the muffling the sounds around me. A cold metal ring forced my jaw open cinched tight by a leather strap that bit sharply into my cheeks, the center of the ring was filled by a stubby hard plastic roughly cylindrical object tor penetrated about 2 inches into my mouth, and I could feel the slight flow of air from a nasal cannula placed on my face. A thick strap placed across my neck was sinched tight enough to be uncomfortable but not so tight as to interfere with my breathing. My arms felt as if they were stretched out in a T pose and strapped into place against some form of apparatus that had gaps at the joints. A dull ache from my left hand from what felt like IV needle.
More straps held my torso against what felt like a spinal board one above my breasts, one below and another just above my hips. Additional strap across my thighs and shins held my legs at shoulders width apart. A slight breeze in the space was enough to indicate I have been stripped naked. As I strained helplessly against the bindings the panic began to build. I could hear my own heart hammering in my eardrums. When I tried to scream, only a strangled, gurgling noise escaped, accompanied by a sudden flood of saliva that tracked down my chin and pooled hotly between my breasts.
As my struggle continued I though I could hear a muffled male voice saying “Ahh good she’s awake”, followed by what sounded like a door opening and then closing again. I ceased the pointless struggling I was effectively immobilized and strained to hear what was going on around me. Some time later I heard the sound of the door again but this time there was a longer duration before I heard it close again, then more voices.
Female: “Is this one getting the full package?”
Male1: “You bet, we’re going to be taking our time with her, don’t want her missing anything.” followed by the low, bone-chilling rumble of laughter from at least two others.
First, I felt a delicate hand grip the ample flesh of my left breast giving it a squeeze, before a delicate tease brought my nipple taut and rigid state. Then came the sharp, icy sting of an alcohol prep pad. The hand and the pad vacated briefly, before I felt 2 fingers placing pressure above and below my areola and A sharp, searing pain erupted as a needle breached the sensitive skin of my nipple. Immediately following that sting, the gloved fingers began to manipulate the area as the unknown individual installed what felt like a hefty nipple ring, which they gave a solid flick once finished causing me to inhale sharply. This was met by more muffled chuckles from the men in the room. After a short break the process was repeated on my right nipple, however instead of a flick the process was followed by the warm wet sensation as a pair of lips closed around the flesh of my nipple, an almost gentle suckling was coupled with a gentle flick of a tongue. I whimpered in protest the lips pulled away with a final suck. The female voice returned. “Mmmmm, she’s sensitive, you will certainly have fun with her.”
Next the piercers attention moved lower, her gloved hand stroking across my tight stomach before lingering against my vagina mound. Their thumb massaged my clitoris beginning to cause unwelcome arousal, followed by the icy sensation of another alcohol prep pad washing the area. Two fingers pinche my engorging clit and I let out a muffled yelp as I felt the needle pierce my sensitive flesh and the warm flow of urine running down my thigh as the sudden sensation cause me to lose control of my bladder. After pinching and manipulation I could feel the slight pressure and weight of a barbell piercing secured vertically behind my clitoral hood. More Laughter from the group and another prep pad to clean me up, I was allowed a few moments of peace as they cleaned the area beneath me before the piercer resumed their work.
More manipulation of my freshly pierced clit, and I felt a gloved finger begin to explore the moistening area between my pussy lips. The left side of my outer labia was pinched, and I felt the now familiar sting of a needle being forced through the captured flesh, a sensation that was repeated once more and then again twice more on the meat of my right outer labia. Heavy rings replaced the needles each one tugged after it was installed for the piercer’s amusement. I could feel the tears leaking out from under whatever covered my eyes staining my cheeks, and more saliva dripping from my opened mouth onto my chest. After a moment of not being touched I felt an unfamiliar tugging sensation on my outer lips, soon I realized the newly installed rings were being pulled away from each other and secured to exposing my inner labia. More needles more rings more pain. And then the return of the probing fingers as the piercer admired their handy work. What followed next was a piercing I was previously unaware was possible or even desirable, as the needle tore through the rim of my anus and exited the flesh mid taint, and another rings was affixed. Something I would learn later was called a perianal ring.
I could head muffled sounds of things being placed into a container and the sound of a zipper closing. Female voice “Normally it takes a few weeks to make sure they heal but I am betting you’re not going to wait that long.” Male 1 “Nope her debut is tomorrow” the other men in the room chuckled again. Female “Alright use this, it is anti bacterial and do you best to keep her clean if she’s a keeper” That last comment made my stomach drop and the involuntary struggle resumed as I strained to free myself screaming into the gag.
A cold wet sensation flooded my vagina and anal cavities as a lubricating gel was smeared over the area, followed by larger fingers roughly probing both holes. After they were removed, I felt a plastic phallus being inserted into my freshly lubricated cunt, as it pushed its way deeper, I felt second pressure and intrusion of a slightly smaller phallic object forcing its way into my previously virgin ass hole. The distinct pressure of intruding objects meeting the ring in my taint confirmed it: a double-headed dildo. The individual secured it to my inner thing and then the pulsating sensations of the vibrator began. I screamed into the gag and strained against the restraints. A large, calloused feeling hand was placed on my cheek and a male I had not heard before spoke close to my ear. Males 2 “Save your strength bitch, you are going to need it for tomorrow and the days to come” The hand removed itself from my cheek and I was subjected to a sudden and violent slap. The force dazing me slightly ceasing my screaming and struggling. Leaving me softly whimpering and sniffling.
A warm sensation started to build in my genitals as the pulsing, vibrating and slight wiggling of the dildo place inside me, caused my body to betray my desires and an orgasm began to build, pressure in my pelvic region built as I struggled to gain control and force the sensations away. I failed, my first orgasm didn't just build; it exploded, shaking my entire frame with involuntary spasms. A rush of warm wetness flooded down between my thighs—I was squirting, for the very first time in my life, and it felt like a violent baptism delivered by being raped with a toy.
The men in the room laughed and the voices mingled together into a nonsensical cacophony as I felt myself rapidly building to another orgasm. As another orgasm rocked my helpless body, followed by a wave of warmth, a chemical calm flooded my system, pushing up from the vein in my hand forcing me into a desperate fight against to remain conscious. Male 3? “Sweet dream princess, the real fin begins tomorrow” My body quaked from a third orgasm and then nothing but gentle convulsions and warmth as I lost the fight and drifted into unconsciousness.

As consciousness returned, I felt myself in a new position, on my hands and knees with my wrists and knees held apart and secured. A padded support pressing up against my stomach forcing my ass up into the air, another padded bar between my breasts prevented me from lowering my shoulders. My vision still black, blocked by whatever was on my face and hearing still muffled. The metal ring still held my jaw opened, although there was nothing filling the ring this time. My vagina and ass now felt empty but there was a pressure on the vaginal opening and clit with a heavy familiar thurming vibration I recognized. The Hitachi magic wand fixed firmly against my sex and was set to the lowest setting, keeping my body in a heightened state of arousal but not enough to make me cum. I could feel myself bucking slightly and involuntarily into the intrusion almost begging for more as a whimpering moan filled my ears.
What came next startled me my stomach lurched, a wave of dizzying nausea washing over the already heightened state of arousal as my vision sprang to life. What I was seeing did not match what I was feeling and moved independent of my head. I was looking down at a table littered with crops, whips, canes, clamps, weights, a TENS unit and a variety of dildos along with other devices I did not recognise. On the next table was a small collection of cameras, tripods, stands and mirrors waiting to be set up. I could hear a male voice whimsically humming in my ears as I watched a large and very masculine hand not my own move over the implements on the table. Before selecting one of the cameras and opening the view finder and turning the device on.
As my vision spun, I got a brief look at a well-lit room with a wooden floor and walls, pock marked with the scars from countless screws being drive in and removed. The swing continued before my gaze? Settled upon a naked woman secured to the floor on all fours with an oddly familiar figure and blue hair tangled in a fabric strip holding something to her face, a Hitachi wand pressed into her sex taped to a metal bar and held in place by a standpipe and flange screwed to the floor. I dry heaved and let out a pathetic yelp as I realized I was looking at myself. These bastards had fitted me with FPV goggles, and this one was wearing the camera. I was going to have a front row seat to my own torture and rape, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The camera man switched from humming to a sadistic laugh, the ear buds in my ears forcing the perspective that it was coming from me. Male 1 “Good you are up, let me finish setting up these cameras and then we can begin the real fun”. The gruff voice seemed to echo in my ears, accompanied by my thumping heartbeat as the panic builds. I watched helplessly as I? setup up tri pods and cameras at different locations and heights around myself, my mind still struggling to cope with disconnect between what I could see and hearing vs what my body was feeling. After a few min of watching the cameras getting positioned, and viewing myself at various angels through the view finders I heard a satisfied “Mmmhmmm” before my stomach lurched as my vison suddenly descended and moved closes to my own exposed ass. I watched and felt a calloused hand caress my left ass cheek, a thumb pressing against my anus as it moved in circles, before it was joined by the pointer finger as they grasped the new and still very tender ring piercing the edge of my sphincter and taint. I could hear myself crying out in pain around the gag and began heaving again as the sensations refused to match up with my other senses.
I watched as my? Hands reach for the wand pressed into my sex and switch it off. An soft involuntary whimper of my own protesting the loss of the vaguely pleasant sensation. Next the hands picked up a cordless power drill and undid the screws securing the standpipe to the floor. Finally placing the apparatus off to the side. Next a bottle of a clear jelly was retrieved to the table and a healthy amount was squeezed into the free hand. Watching and feeling that hand smear the jelly into my nether regions, watching as fingers began forcing their way it into my ass and vagina, hearing my self cry out “nooo” but from a perspective not my own. The man’s voice roughly laughing in response. I got to watch as a dirty grease stained middle finger was pressed into my anal ring, feeling the pressure force the tight muscle open the sensation of being filled competing with the vision of the finger disappear into my body all the way to the hand before flexing back and forth inside, sending an unfamiliar sensation crashing through my helpless body. Male 1 “Fuuuuck that’s tight, this is going to be fantastic. How’s the view princess? Enjoying our little show.” Followed by more evil laughter.
My perspective turned away from my exposed ass and violating finger and settled back on the table full of implements and sex toys. I felt the finger being pulled from my ass and the rough hand wiping the excess jelly over my ask cheeks and inner thighs. Then watched as the camera mans hands picked up a large oddly shaped chrome metal hook with a ring on one end and 3 metal balls of various sizes on the other, the largest looked slightly larger than a golf ball. With the anal hook in hand my rapist turned back towards my helpless form, I watched as a glob of saliva descended and land just above my puckered ass. I whimpered and clenched in anticipation as I watched then felt the smallest ball press into my ass forcing int open and disappearing inside me. I could hear myself cry out and was rewarded with more pressure from the anal hook as the second and then third metal ball disappeared within, my ass snapping shut around the shaft holding the device uncomfortably in place, the metal hook following the contour of my ass and the bar with the loop rested against the small of my back. The initial sharp sting of penetration softened rapidly into a profound, stretching fullness. It wasn't just being filled; it was being held, perfectly anchored by that cold, unforgiving chrome. A deep, involuntary tremor started low in my pelvis and began to ripple outward, vibrating up through the bar resting against my lower back. The vibration from the wand, though off, seemed to resonate within the hook itself, turning the sensation into a constant, humming pressure cooker. My hips gave another desperate little buck, this time less of a plea and more of an involuntary acceptance of the intrusion.

Next I watched and felt as my hair was gathered up and pulled through a ring, then doubled back upon itself and electrical tape was used to keep this new ring in place. The man tock a length of cord and tied it to the loop of the anal hook, running the other end through the loop in my hair. Forcing my head back, my face up and causing the ball end of the anal hook to pull against my ass. I could lower my head a bit to relieve some pressure from my neck at the expense of pain and pressure in my ass, or I could relieve the pressure on my ass by straining my neck. There was no middle ground. My perspective shifted as the man stood up and I was looking down at my new predicament; I could tell he was admiring his work. He moved to retrieve the wand still attached to its stand and roughly spread my outer pussy lips once again forcing the vibrating bulb back into my sex and securing it to the floor once again with screws. Switching it on sending waves of vibration through my swollen clit and reverberating against the steel hook in my ass, I heard myself crying out in protest again and receive only a cold laugh in return.
My vision turned downward toward this man’s pants and watched as his hands unzipped his bulging jeans freeing perhaps the largest cock I had ever seen in person. I had realized when this began their plan was to rape me, but confusion set in as I was painfully aware that my ass was plugged and my pussy was inaccessible. As the man moved around in front of me renewed panic set in as I realized why my mouth was held open by the ring. I watched as his hands reached for my head and felt as he grabbed the sides of my face forcing my head upward, it relieve the pressure on the hook but that was short lived as felt and then tasted his filthy cock as he rammed it into my agape mouth crashing into the back of my throat causing me to gag around the intruding member. Gripping the back of my head he force my face into his groin and I watched as my feet tried to kick helplessly against the restrains, more panic as I gaged and struggled to breath, my tongue feebly battling against the sour tasting member invading my mouth and throat.
He held my head tightly pressing my face against his pelvic region, I struggled helplessly against my bonds trying desperately to breath. My body convulsing and gaging on the huge member forcing its way down my throat. My lungs burned and I could feel myself on the verge of passing out as I watched this man remove his member from my mouth and a satisfied chuckle filled my ears, as I watched my helpless form cough and gasp for air in a mockery of an out of body experience. As the coughing fit subsided and I could feel the flood of saliva drip off my chin, I watched as the man’s hands once again grabbed my head “Rests over slut, time to finish what you started”. I watched his throbbing cock once again disappear into my mouth, Instead of forcing himself in as deep as he could this time I watched him jerking my head back until the member almost slipped out of the gag forcing my jar to remain open, then pulling it foreword until my hair yanked on the on the metal hook in my ass and the head of his cock collided with the back of my throat causing me to gag with each thrust. He repeated this rough assault off mouth and throat, watching as he jerked my head back and for the cord running from my hair loosening then snapping taught causing the hook to jump and jerk against my lower beck as it pulled against my ass. Finally my vision drifted towards the ceiling I felt his cock swell further in my mouth and begin to pulse. Ropes of thick hot seamen splashed into the back of my throat and began pooling in my mouth with a familiar salty taste.
I watched as my vision once again returned to my form and this man remove his member from my mouth. Dropping my head and letting the cord tide to the hook once again snap taught yanking the anal hook. A mixture of semen and saliva flowed from my face and pooled on the cold tile floor between my hands. The constant vibrations of the wand against my clit once again sent me over the edge and I watched as I convulsed a guttural moan escaping my mouth. My vision lingered on my form as I coughed and wheezed trying to catch my breath, then a doorbell rang causing a dog to start barking excitedly elsewhere in the building. My vision snapped to blackness once again as the camera was shut off and his gruff voice filled my ears “That was just the opening act bitch, your customers are here better rest up” I heard a door open and then close as I was left alone once again, with only the constant thrumming of the wand against my sex to keep me company.