Hide behind the door!

Lara quickly jumped behind the door and pulled the knife from the sheath. She raised her arm and had the knife ready to attack the entrant to her house of solitude. The door opened slowly. Lara remained hidden behind the door, waiting to watch whoever was out there to pass through the entry. She planned on catching them by surprise and then slicing their neck. Peering through the slit created by the hinges, Lara waited anxiously, not seeing any figure pass by. She held her breath, letting out tiny wisps of air to control her silence.

The next thing Lara heard was a clanking followed by a deafening explosion and a blinding white light. The concussion flash grenade exploded a few feet from her, totally disorienting her. The door slammed back into her knocking the knife out of her hand while Lara was still trying to shield her eyes and ears. The next thing Lara felt was a thump on the back of her head. Suddenly everything was black and silent again.

When Lara awoke, she was stunned to find her arms tied behind her back with some boat rope. The rope also was belted around her waist, keeping her hands pinned in place Lara’s tits were also bound with excess rope, cutting off the circulation. From what she could see, her tits were purple and her nipples had clothespins hanging from them. Her ankles were tied to the ends of a three foot steel bar, keeping them spread open. There was another three-foot steel bar wedged under her armpits and behind her back, to which the rope attached was slung through an overhead pulley and tied off to the leg of the table which was bolted to the floor. Lara had been bound in classic bondage fashion, hoisted into the air, and was now dangling from the rafters. She wanted to scream, in frustration and in pain, but the wads of cloth stuffed in her mouth and tied in place, kept her silent. Lara jerked as wildly as she could, letting her tormentor know she was awake, and in pain.

The large, grizzly guard turned to see the tears streaming down Lara’s face, as her pain became more evident. The guard sneered in laughter, and turned his back to Lara again, making her wonder what he was doing. For the first time Lara could imagine, she was truly scared. When he turned around, Lara realized what he had been doing. The guard had sawed an oar in half and was holding the paddle as he approached Lara.

Lara could only watch as the guard snickered cruelly before raising the paddle. With his free hand he reached to Lara and firmly grabbed her right shoulder and pulled. He pulled so hard that Lara began spinning at near dizzying speeds. Lara had to close her eyes to keep vertigo from setting in. Suddenly a loud ‘WHACK’ filled the air, immediately followed by an incredibly sharp stinging sensation in Lara’s tender ass. The smack slowed her spin, giving the guard ample opportunity to repeat the process over and over again until Lara had stopped spinning. The searing pain was driving Lara insane, unable to scream through the gag. She couldn’t keep the tears from running down her pristine face. Every smack across her backside was raising her temperature as the heat radiated through her body. He was beating her so much that her ass was truly raw, and ready to begin bleeding any minute. Lara finally opened her eyes when she realized she hadn’t been smacked in nearly five minutes. Lara saw the guard patiently waiting for her to be ready for her next ordeal.

He roughly grabbed her bound tits and mauled the desensitized skin, cruelly pulling off the clothespins on her nipples, nearly pulling them from the flesh. Lara couldn’t believe the pain that shot through her at that moment. What little blood flow she did have in that area, all went to her nipples. They filled with blood as the nerve endings came back to life. Her nipples were instantly rock hard and double their previous length. To make matters worse, the guard clamped his mouth over each one, repeatedly raking his coarse teeth over them, making Lara twitch and writhe with every contact. When Lara was sure she could withstand no more, He undid the binds on her tits, letting the blood return to the massive mammary. Once again, the intense pain nearly caused Lara to pass out as the blood rushed in and the electrical nerve endings were reconnected. This time, however, the guard didn’t maul her throbbing tits. Nor did he suck them, lick them, or bite them. He picked up the paddle and began swatting her tits, mashing them into her chest. Again Lara screamed into the gag, the intense pain filling her chest. Just as before, he continued repeatedly, until Lara’s body was on fire from the heat. He spun Lara around and returned to her ass, bringing back the burgundy red color as he whipped the tenderized meat. The guard alternated between hitting her tits and her ass with the paddle several times before suddenly changing his tactic once again. He carefully positioned himself in front of Lara and began swatting at her pussy with the wide paddle. He would smack Lara’s belly, her crotch, each thigh, and right on her tender lips. It didn’t take long for that area to become inflamed and swollen, along with being very tender. The incessant beatings continued nonstop for an eternity until the guard had finally tired.

Lara surprised herself, able to withstand the tortuous beating; however, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to move for at least twenty-four hours, if she ever made it out of here. She watched the guard as he turned and approached the back wall. He lifted two more rowing oars from the rack and placed them on the table. Lara wondered what he intended to do with those. She continued yo watch as he ambled to where the motor parts were stored and fumbled through a crate, finally producing a bottle of motor oil. He poured the motor oil over the handles of both oars. Lara’s eyes widened in horror as she watched the guard pick up the uncut oars and approach her. Bound and unable to move, all Lara could do was wriggle around to try and prevent the guard from doing what she knew he intended. Unfortunately for Lara there was nothing she could do! The guard slipped the handle of the first oar right between her swollen pussy lips. The fat rounded handle slid into the wet opening with **** ease. He pushed the handle in until the oar was standing upright on the floor. He repeated the same process with the second oar, sliding into Lara’s ass. She was unable to resist, and the beaten raw flesh welcomed any sensation that was soothing. Lara now had about five inches of solid wood buried in her ass and her pussy, with another five feet wedged beneath her.

Lara cursed herself as her body involuntarily responded to the dual fucking sensation, actually welcoming it and succumbing to it. She could feel her pussy convulsing around the fat intruder that wasn’t even moving. Every time her pussy convulsed, she could feel her ass flex, reminding her of the duplicate dildo in her ass. Lara watched helplessly as the guard wedged the oars in place so that they would not budge. He grabbed the paddle once more and resumed his beatings of Lara’s flesh. This time, her body exploded with every swat of the paddle, jerking against the wooden cocks embedded in her. The mix of pain was followed by pleasure, flooding her pussy and buttering her ass. This new torment continued as Lara’s body grew increasingly weaker and weaker, hanging like a limp rag doll.

Finally the guard tired of his playing and sat in a chair by the table. Lara watched through half-lidded eyes as he grabbed the length of rope lying on the floor. Lara found the strength to open her eyes further as she watched the guard untie the rope that led to the pulley, which hung her from the rafters, which kept her positioned over the oars. He waited and watched Lara until their eyes met, then an evil smile grew from ear to ear as he gently tugged on the rope, pulling Lara an inch off the oars, and then set her back down.

‘Oh my god,’ Lara thought, ‘He’s gonna fuck me with those.’ Of course her real concern was how far he would impale those wooden cocks into her. If he went too far, she’d be dead, but somewhere in her depraved mind, she wondered how much she could take.

Sure enough, the guard repeatedly jerked Lara up and down, forcing her to fuck the five foot oars into her pussy and ass. The motor oil and her own lubrication were enough to make the process extremely easy. She was cumming instantly as the sensations soared through her electrified body. Up and down she went, over and over again, repeatedly riding another wave of pleasure as he methodically drove her deeper and deeper onto the wooden cocks. Lara lost count as to ho many orgasms she had, nor could she judge how far the cock were buried, yet she knew she was getting more filled after each climax.

Out of nowhere, Lara heard the guard utter, “Oh, SHIT!” Within an instant she heard the rope snap. Apparently it had been rubbing against the table and had worn thin. The repeated rubbing had frayed the last few strands and snapped the rope. No more tension on the rope, and Lara immediately sunk down onto the wooden poles. Two feet of wood from each pole punched its way through her insides ripping through her internal organs. Lara coughed and a mouthful of blood filled her gagged mouth. Lara slumped forward held up by the poles, her lifeless body, skewered by the poles.

“Oh well,” muttered, “more shark food.” He opened up the hatch and dumped Lara down the hole, listening to her body splash into the water below.

LARA’S DEAD >> Wrong choice! >> GO BACK (or) START OVER ??