Nightmare or Fantasy

After half an hour of pure anguish at every real or imaginary noise, she finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell back asleep.

When blows from a leather whip woke her this time, there were two of them this time. One of them **** her with two slaps, which finally woke her, to open her mouth, which his penis penetrated without any consideration, while the other violently penetrated her vagina.

She gasped, breathless from the brutality of the intrusion, her nails digging into the soiled sheet beneath her. Pain tore at her lower abdomen, each thrust from the man above her pinning her further to the mattress. The other, in her mouth, blocked her throat with every movement, **** her moans and retching. Her tears flowed relentlessly, salty on her swollen lips.

She couldn't take it anymore, she just wanted to sleep. However, the whip finally woke Emma up completely, her sexual urges awakening exponentially. This lasted a long time, she was losing her footing, she felt the orgasm coming when the two brutes came inside her, almost suffocating her with semen.

They threw her onto the bed, oozing semen running down her throat, breasts, and thighs, but interrupting her impending orgasm, leaving her exhausted and frustrated.

She cried because she couldn't relieve her urges because her tied hands prevented her from masturbating, abandoned.

Sleep only came for a few minutes before another whipping woke her. Three guards **** her while the fourth whipped her, taking turns, taking her without respite, but worst of all, making sure she couldn't come.

The whip lashed out again, leaving a trail of fire across her already bruised thighs. She arched her back in spite of herself, a hoarse scream escaping her as the guards' brutal hands held her spread-eagled, penetrated without respite or mercy.

One of them crushed her face against the pillow, stifling her sobs, while another dug his fingers into her flesh, forcing her to tense up again, always.

Yet she was in an ecstatic trance; pain became pleasure, her wish was granted; her destiny as a star was fading before her status as a sex toy, erasing her doubts and fears. She had never felt so present, so alive.