Accidentlly Raped part 2

Abby has been brutally raped by a dog. Streamed for a live audience and now she has tend with a machine that turns that brutality into child's play.

After the brutal ass fucking I received from the dog, my hole was bruised, swollen, and unbearably painful to touch.

I remained in my vulnerable position. My neck is no longer bound to the table, but my hands and legs are still locked in place.

My nipples are now free. The blood rushing back into them is still painful, especially not being able to rub them back to life.

The disgusting mix of fluids is resting right where my head was placed just thirty minutes ago. The strain on my neck almost makes it worth resting my whore face into the dirty mixture.

“Fucking stop!” I scream at the man who just shoved a plug into my swollen asshole.

“You don't get a rest, bitch! You can rest when you go home!” he says, ripping the plug from my hole quickly.

“God, fuck! Please just pick one, in or out!” I stare at the monitor, watching the erotic display. My asshole is now showing a tiny gape around the purple tissue.

“Fuck her!”

“She’s a dirty slut.”

“Piss in her ass.”

“Piss in my ass?” That was weird.

“We’re getting ready to leave you for the night. You get to pick how you’re left until the overnight shift takes over,” the man says bluntly.

“I want to be fucking left alone, preferably unbound,” I say angrily.

“Oh, funny girl. No. You can either be bound standing over top of the fucking machine until next shift, or you can be bound sitting on the vibrator.” The man presents me with my choices.

“Well, that's pretty fucked up! How about you lick my gaped fuck hole!” I say loudly.

“You don't want me to make up a position for you to suffer in, slut.”

“Oh yeah? What the fuck are you going to do to me? Fucking rape me? Oh wait, that's why I'm fucking here! Do your fucking worst!” I say with pure rage.

“Okay, slut!” the man says, walking away.

“Fuck you! Fuck all of you!” I scream into the monitor.

Over $15,000 in donations already.

“You’re sick fucking pieces of shit, you know that? I'm really being fucking raped here!” I say angrily.

When I look back at the monitor, the new total is $17,658.

“Real fucking nice.”

I realize what the game is.

“Do your fucking worst!” I scream and thrash in my bindings like a caged animal, like the animals that will be raping me.

I hear wheels skating across the floor. I look back. My eyes go wide.

“No, fuck! God, fuck you! That's fucking huge! Fuck you!” I thrash. “No, sorry, I'll choose, I'll choose! Please, not that!”

$19,567.

The machine isn't even in frame yet.

“I was going to let you cum. Now, since you're a disobedient little slut, you will stay on edge until my friend starts his performance for the audience here!” I place my face into the putrid mixture of filth. If I don't see it, then it may not happen.

“I'm sorry, I'll be good!” I cry.

“Remember that tomorrow night,” the thick Russian accent says mockingly.

The thick, twelve-inch dog cock attached to the long metal shaft is placed behind me. The knot on it is huge. The point of it is designed to break open whatever is in its path.

“That's not going to fit all the way in my pussy!” I scream out.

“Oh, I know!” he says with a grin.

“No, fuck, please don't do that to me again! Please, fuck no!” I beg and plead.

He presses a button, and a large jet of white liquid shoots out of the tip. “This is cum lube. It's as slick as the real thing, and thick enough for you to feel it filling you.” I see the hose is attached to a fifty-five-gallon drum of the stuff.

“Please, I'll fucking die. I won't make it to the three days.” I begin to cry.

“Don't worry. We'll keep you conscious and safe until someone comes back in the morning.” He attaches a heart rate cuff to my arm and sticky pads to my chest.

I see a new display light up on the monitor. It's streaming my vitals.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He ignores my questions.

He clamps a steel band around my waist. It bites into my flesh slightly. He installs a large, powerful vibrator onto my new harness. After several twists of the adjustment screw, it is locked tight against my pussy.

“This is going to hurt,” he warns.

“What the fuck? Fuck you!” I yell at his warning.

He begins to clip clothespins to my outer labia. They pinch tightly on my meaty, hairy lips. “Fuck you! Fuck, pull them the fuck off!” I scream.

He uses a string to spread my lips and ties the string around my thighs, opening me up wide. The vibrator now rests on my unobstructed clit.

“This fucking hurts, you bastard! You all like seeing my fucking cunt open up for you sick fucks!” I stare at the screen and cannot help but feel a deep arousal at my own debasement.

My pussy is still untouched, pretty and pink, now completely spread for these sick perverts to jerk off to.

“Isn't that such a cute pussy? It's a shame we've neglected it today. We'll have to correct that failure tomorrow,” the man says, sending a shiver down my spine.

His finger runs down the wet inner folds of my pussy. I can see the slime that it is picking up from the previous exploits and my own arousal.

I lift my head, letting the foul mixture of cum and piss soaking my hair drip down onto the table. I see the man stick his wet fingers in his mouth. His eyes close, and I see his cock stiffen. “Fuck, that'll be a fun time tomorrow.”

“Alright, let's finish you up for the night!” He loosens a fastener on the machine. It's now able to tilt freely. He presses the pointy rubber cock at the base of my broken hole.

“Fuck, that hurts! Please don't do this!” He adjusts the machine so that the thrust never fully leaves my anus.

“This is a state-of-the-art machine. It's probably smarter than you are,” he says, chuckling.

“Fuck you!” I yell.

“No, you're getting fucked.” He smiles and flips a switch. Both machines come to life. The vibrator only seems to have one speed, and that's "fuck you." The machine, on the other hand, is moving slowly.

I feel every inch of the veiny rubber dog phallus enter my hole. “Fuck! God, fuck, that hurts!” The nine inches of cock begins to slither into my meaty fuck tunnel. It stretches and straightens the path of my colon as it goes. The force is something mechanical. It doesn't yield, and it doesn't falter. It just presses into the soft flesh and pushes it out of the way.

“Fahhhhh… gahhhh… fuck!” Slowly, the two opposing sensations are driving me mad. Just pick a speed. My pussy is throbbing and wanting to explode while my ass is methodically being stretched and destroyed.

The thrust is finally done. The knot is not inserted. That must be a mercy or an oversight. I'm thankful either way.

The dildo begins pulling my fleshy insides out with every ridge. I see bright pink poke between the purple ring and rubber invader.

The obscene sight and the violent vibration are too much. I begin to bear down. This does not help the pain felt from the large dildo being sucked out of my hole, tightly wrapped around it. The pain of it, on the other hand, breaks my brain, and a red light starts flashing.

My eyes shoot open wide as the impossible just occurred. My body shoots forward, and time stands still. The humming on my clit stops.

“FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!”

With a mechanical whine, the knot of the large rubber cock is buried into my hole. The speed didn't let my brain realize what happened. It had no give; it had no warm-up.

An alarm goes off. My ears are ringing, and I hear a click.

My body is shot with freezing cold water. A high-pressure jet hits my pussy at the opening, filling it with water. Another nozzle in a wide pattern shoots my breasts, instantly making my nipples rock hard. Finally, a rotating jet pattern hits my back. I feel like the water is tearing my skin off.

“What the fuck? Fuck! Stop! Fuck! Fuck! God, fuck!” I scream out in terror and pain. The assault only lasts a moment. My monitor is still flashing red. Then a countdown starts: thirty… twenty-nine… twenty-eight…

“What the fuck was that?” I scream. My anus is clenched around the large knot, straining to close completely. It hurts so badly. My senses are overloaded from all the sensations I just experienced. Any hope of an orgasm is long gone for the moment.

“That, my love, is your punishment,” the man says, running his hand down my cold, wet back.

The room is gradually getting hotter as the moments pass. “Fuck you!” I scream. “Fuck your punishment! I didn't do anything!” The monitor never stops flashing. Zero blinks on the screen.

CLICK.

“Fuck! God fucking damnit.” I thrash, and the cock burrowed into my colon begins to put pressure on me as I move. It makes every movement feel like I'm ripping my organs apart.

The water is relentless. It hurts so badly. It's so cold and sucks all the heat from my body. It extinguishes my lust.

My mind can think of nothing but the cold and my intestines being stretched and torn.

The water only lasts for a few moments, but the effect lingers.

“You may want to relax,” the cocky Russian voice says calmly.

“How the fuck am I supposed to relax?” The monitor begins to beep rapidly. My heart symbol flashes. The number jumps from twenty-five down to zero instantly.

“What the fuck did I do?” I scream out.

CLICK.

This time there is no heat. No lust. Just anger.

The water stops. I clench down my muscles hard. I expel the cold water from my pussy in a squirting stream that splashes on the table.

I bow my head onto the cold, wet metal table. All of the filth has been washed away. I breathe deeply and try to calm myself. The throbbing pain in my gut is making it difficult.

I look toward the screen and see my heartbeat dropping. The red light is still flashing but slower, almost as if it's my own beating heart.

I breathe a sigh of relief before I see the number flash on the screen.

CLICK.

I close my eyes and attempt to steel myself for the freezing torture. If I can keep my heart rate low, then my punishment is over.

I glance over and notice the number rising but not peaking. The flashing is not rapid. My body is freezing. My pussy and ass are fatigued from the filling sensation. I have lost complete feeling in my rock-hard nipples.

“Fuck! Please let it stop!” I cry.

The water stops, and my heart rate is slowing now. I look at the donations.

$24,637.

The red light flashes to life. The monitor begins to beep, but the number doesn't collapse yet. I close my eyes and breathe. I don't dare open them.

When I think thirty seconds have passed, I look at the screen.

One… zero…

Orange fills the screen around the broadcast.

There is no click.

“Am I free from this now?” I say triumphantly.

The Russian bursts out into laughter, a deep belly laugh, like I just told a joke. Then the punchline comes.

“Fuck!” A shrill scream erupts from my throat.

Water shoots from my pussy, spraying the Russian standing behind me.

The knot is yanked from my hole. I look at the screen. My pink tissue is swallowing the shaft of the dog cock.

The phallus now looks small in comparison to the ring that the pink flesh is protruding from, gaped only slightly smaller than the large knot strangling my pink tissue.

The humming continues as well, vibrating my frozen nub of flesh.

I smash my head down on the cold steel and scream in blissful agony. “Make it stop!” I begin to cry as the cock resumes its slow but powerful thrust.

I hide my face from the monitor, from the entire world, hoping I'll just wake up, hoping this isn't real. Even my brain is shouting at me, reminding me that I'm being slowly impaled.

I look at the screen. My pink flesh is finally back in its rightful place, inside my slut hole. The purple ring, now sporting lines of red like deep cracks in my body, hugs the rubber tightly.

My brain will not allow me to look away from the horror. It's kind enough to mask the fact that the body I'm being pushed to orgasm to is mine. The torture before my eyes is foreign. It's happening to someone else.

This can't be my body.

This is hot.

A slut is getting what she deserves.

A dirty cunt is being tortured.

Not me.

I watch the screen intently as the machine begins to pick up speed. My bowels have relaxed, and the thrust has become more rhythmic.

I clench down with my sphincter on the cock.

The slowing isn't immediate, and it doesn't return to its original speed, but the speed is reduced.

The screen flashes red. I see numbers this time, ten seconds. I dip my head and breathe. I'm not having an orgasm; I'm panicking. I shut my eyes and let the world fade.

The machine strokes are now noticeably faster in my relaxed state. I instinctively grind my hips on my vibrator, and my body tenses. I watch the slut on the screen trying to push herself to orgasm.

An alarm.

But I'm too far gone.

I thrust back on the cock. These ten seconds have to count.

I grind down on the vibrator. My toes curl, and my wrists pull at the bindings.

Five…

Then zero.

I watch as the knot ties into the whore's asshole. The frames are not quick enough to catch the moment, or maybe the pain blinded me.

“God! Fuck, fuck! Fuck! Please! Stop! I'll do anything!” I sob to whoever is listening.

CLICK.

Through the pain of the violent jets, desperate for release, I clench my teeth and power through the pain.

I flex against the shaft to use the water.

The feeling is euphoric.

The machine can tell.

My mouth falls open, and my eyes shoot open. The shaft rips the rubber from my body with a violence only a machine can achieve.

My flesh is yanked free from my body as the sudden vacancy causes a push that could rival a new mother's. I feel the cold mist against my pink, hanging muscle.

Before I can even admire the grotesque sight of my destroyed anus, the machine's brutality kicks back in and thrusts the knot and my prolapse back into the bloody ring of my once-cute hole.

“Please just stop!” I cry.

“What did we learn?” the man asks playfully.

“Fuck you,” I whisper.

Not paying attention to the monitor, I hear my pulse in my ear.

CLICK.

The water feels distant but familiar. I lie bound and helpless, breathing and trying to control myself. By the time the water stops, the screen has already turned orange.

“Goodbye, slut! Have fun tonight!” the Russian man says, laughing. The footsteps echo for a brief moment before the relentless machine yanks the knot from my ruined tunnel to continue its now vigorous pace.

The sound of the machine whining and the vibrator buzzing on my defenseless pussy drown out all other noises.

“I need to cum!” I scream.

“Keep going!”

“Cum!”

“There's no chance. Do it anyway!”

I read the chats scrolling at a remarkable speed.

$32,853.

“You guys want me to cum?” I yell.

I relax my anus, and the speed picks up. I begin to thrust back with the little movement I have available to me.

The control is intoxicating.

“I can win!” I scream.

The chat is cheering me on.

The viewers are rolling in.

The donations are climbing.

I watch the whore on screen, desperate for release, thrusting back against the slick base of the flared knot.

The bound lips of her pussy shake from involuntary muscle movements. The head of the vibrator makes tiny liquid droplets shoot into the air.

I see the alarm.

The red screen.

The vibrator stops.

Instead of clenching, I throw myself back against the thrust. The power shakes my core.

The water sprays cold as ice.

I continue to use my body to thrust the knot deeper. If the machine won't move, I will.

With the sheer power of hatred, I force myself to ignore the water.

My heart rate continues to rise.

“She’s going to fucking do it!”

“Go!”

“Oh my god!”

“So hot!”

I watch the words, the men stroking to me.

I feel release coming.

The cock is yanked free.

My insides push out.

It's thrust back in, warning me.

I grit my teeth through the pain.

The torrent of water blasts my body. The countdown goes to twenty-nine… then flashes back to thirty…

The second I understand I can't win, the machine answers.

This time with violence.

To punish my efforts, the machine pulls itself out completely even my prolapse can't touch the tip. Then, with a brutal speed, it punches back deeper than before. I feel the knot pass through my inner sphincter.

My orgasm is threatening my body. I'm shaking uncontrollably. I feel it coming. Fighting the water, fighting the pain, but the machine wins over and over with punishing speed. The pain is too much to bear, and my orgasm is replaced with painful exhaustion.

The water does not shut off. My heart rate won't come down. I'm hyperventilating, sobbing, and crying. I feel like ice is being shot into my body. My core is cold but burning with lust, confusing my brain, wanting euphoria.

“I knew the machine would win.”

“She can't do it.”

“Dumb whore.”

$42,385.

“You're all sick.” I breathe through the pain. I try to fight my lust.

I fight my brain.

I fight my heart.

I can't win like this.

The water stops.

Regret hits before the next thrust does.

The machine is cruel now. It thrusts in with an incredible speed. It pushes the knot halfway in, stretching me with each thrust but not collapsing my hole.

With every retraction, the point barely breaks contact with my prolapse, then repeats the cycle.

My mouth falls open at the assault. I can't think, and my body tenses. The machine does not relent.

“Fahh… gahhhh… pahhhh… fa,” I scream in gibberish.

My brain will not let me look at the screen. I only see me. I feel everything I see, the grotesque torture, the now deep crimson muscle coming out with every thrust, my swollen, red, puffy clit standing erect and twitching.

It's me.

I'm the whore.

I asked for this.

“I'm not boring now,” I whisper.

I obediently take my thrashing. The pain is intense. I try not to bear down, but it's not possible.

My heart rate only slowly goes up now. I feel the pleasure build. Then, like clockwork,

CLICK.

The knot ties, the water sprays, and I breathe.

12 a.m.

I lie in a puddle of my own drool. I watch the chat fly. The donations have been stuck.

$51,302.

Not a dollar in over six cycles.

The money doesn't bother me.

“Fuck you all,” I mumble as the canine rubber does its only job.

The vibrations do nothing. My sensations are dead.

I know my body feels them, but my mind does not.

My heart rate is a sign of that.

No matter how much I ignore it, my body cannot.

The water doesn't care about obedience.

Suddenly, the cock thrusts in deep.

“The screen isn't red!” I cry. “I followed the rules!” I scream out in panic.

CLICK.

I wince, but no water.

I feel my bowels grow warm.

I cramp.

I'm being filled.

“Fuck! Please stop! Fuck!” I scream.

I hear the pump shut off, then slowly the knot pulls out.

The gentleness is more painful.

This is what it's capable of.

The feeling is almost pleasant.

I look at the screen and see the erotic display of my bright red, raw hole stretching around the large, round cock slowly. This time, my pink tissue does not follow. The swollen hole closes around tightly, trying to strangle every vein of the monster appendage.

If I could masturbate, I would.

When the cock is free, a line of slime bridges between the gape in my anus and the tip, the hole I forgot was there.

I try to bear down to relieve my cramps from the injected liquid. It feels like I'm using muscles that don't exist.

I look at the screen.

I'm the whore.

But this isn't my body anymore.

Exhausted, I lay my head down. Darkness washes over me, and I fade.