To the stakes.

They dragged me across the floor, my legs hardly working, before dropping me in place. I looked around, my eyes barely focusing, and saw around me four pieces of rebar sticking out of the concrete.

They tied my hands and legs in place spread eagle. "Please," I begged, again partially out of genuine fear and partially out of the game. The guys just laughed at me as they tightened the ropes. I felt like my arms would be pulled from their sockets, and my legs were almost a straight line. I whimpered pathetically.

Then I felt a guy on one of my tits biting and sucking, not being gentle at all. Then another guy joined him on my other tit. "Hey, maybe once she's broken, we should string her up."

"Oh yeah," someone replied as he knelt between my legs, "That suspension thing, how much of her body weight do you think her nipples can carry?"

He pushed into my cunt with ease from my arousal and my spread position as the other guy said, "Do you care? I mean, we can't kill her, but if her nipple rips, she's still got fuck holes."

"Oh my God, please don't!" I screamed as one of the guys on my tits bit hard; it hurt, it hurt bad, and I screamed in pain as I came around the guy's cock.

As the guy who had just bit me stepped away to let another have a turn, someone complained, "Hey man, you almost took that off; she's bleeding." I looked down and shuddered again. Clear as day, there were teeth marks in my flesh around my nipple. Blood slowly ran down to my sternum, where I saw a bruise darkening, no doubt from when I was punched.

This was more **** than I was thinking it would be, and to my shame, I loved it. The fear, the arousal, and the **** were all pushing me over the edge. "Easy fix," said the guy who had just bitten me, and he grabbed a bottle from someone and poured golden liquid on me. I quickly recognised the smell of rum, and then my nipple screamed as the **** burned my wound. "See, now she won't get an infection."

Several of the other guys laughed as the guy in my cunt stepped back. I tried to squirm but couldn't move, and then I whimpered. "Don't worry, little miss," someone said, only about eight more to go before we start fucking you for real."

"No, please, no!" I wailed. My mind was failing from pleasure, **** and ****, and shortly after, I lost consciousness.

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