Keep struggling. I won't sit by and let these monsters me!

I wouldn't let these bastards take me that easily. Realizing I had a clear shot at the smaller man's head, I tried making a swift kick to his head. It landed, but it was not enough to take him down.

"I told you, if you keep struggling we would just have to get rough with you." He grabbed two more leather cuffs and fastened to my ankles. He then pulled out a spreader bar and attached to cuffs to bolts three feet apart on a metal bar. My legs were now spread.

"So, Frank, why don't we both give it to this little bitch?"

"Sounds like a lot of fun, Tony." With those words, Frank removed his pants while Tony quickly tore away the last of my clothing, removing my shoes and socks as well. Now all I wore were leather cuffs on all of my limbs and my pair of glasses. I started to continually wail in absolute horror of the fate that undoubtedly stood before me.

Frank leaned back and pulled me on top of him, while Tony moved into position on top of me. Together, they thrust their horrible cocks into me, and the most horrific pain of my life overtook my body.

I had thought that the pain would subside over time, but I had never been so wrong in my life. With each thrust, I thought I was going to die, my scream no longer continual, and instead just intermittent screams as the pain jolted me awake from near unconsciousness. I have no idea how long the monsters continued to **** me in both holes, but I eventually passed out, my mind clearly no longer able to withstand the suffering.

I'm not sure what I noticed first after having awoke.

Was it my hands and legs, unable to move after being chained to the four corners of a bed.?

Or was it the humming noise that filled my head?

Or, was it the three vibrating dildos filling my cunt, anus, and mouth?

I don't know, but it doesn't matter. What does matter is, that at after the double **** and this new triple ****, I had barely retained any part of sanity. Barely able to form a coherent thought, I started to come to terms that my life as I knew it was over. Still, there was some hope left in my mind.

After what seemed like days of this horrible suffering, a tall white man in a suit came into the room and turned off the dildos, removing the one from my mouth. A wave of relief came over my body, and I could feel my mind slowly returning to it's normal functionality.

"So, my boys tell me you are a fiesty one. Well, here's the deal. I lead a group of men that takes cute girls like you and turns them into sex slaves, willing or not. Now, before we can sell you to a loving owner, we need to make sure that you can at least me somewhat compliant, lest we be **** to take more drastic measures. So, what do you say? Will you behave yourself enough for us to untie you?