by Lily Brock
“Almost there, slut. Open that nasty hole for me.”
I relax my sphincter and bear down one last time. Henry forces the ball through my reluctant opening. I cry out as he drives it into my bowels with a pop.
Once the ball is completely inside me, the pain lessens and I focus on relaxing against the intrusion, breathing heavily.
“That almost seemed too easy,” he panted. He gives the hook a tug and I yelp.
Connie hands him a short length of thin rope and I can feel him tying it to the end of the anal hook. He grabs my ponytail and pulls my head back sharply, arching my back. He ties the end of the rope to the top of my ponytail, forcing me to remain in this challenging position.
Even the slightest movement of my head causes the ball inside me to press painfully against my rear opening.
Henry walks around me again, surveying his work. I notice a few others have gathered to watch my debasement.
“Ok, Connie, it’s your turn. Make me proud.”
I can’t imagine what Connie has planned for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her pick up the basket and remove something. She drops to her knees in front of me and begins pulling and tugging on my nipples. I struggle to keep my head still, but she pinches and yanks, causing my hair to pull the hook tight against my ass.
Clover clamps, the tightest clamps I’ve used, are attached to each nipple. I cry out in pain as they pinch my tender flesh. But, Connie is not done. She adds a weight to the chain connecting the two clamps by dropping it down from a few inches. I scream as the sudden jolt of pain to my breasts causes me to jerk my head down to see what has happened. The ball slams against my rear hole and I quickly pull my head back up.
Connie crawls around behind me. I am taking deep breaths trying to absorb the torment of my breasts. Her hands reach between my legs to massage my swollen clit. She roughly shoves three fingers into my sodden cunt and pulls them out to show Henry.
“Look how much the pain whore is enjoying herself, Sir Henry. Let’s see if I can make it even more fun for her.” She laughs.
She reaches between my legs again and tugs on one of my inner pussy lips. I realize what she is about to do just as she clamps my tender inner lip. I manage to keep my head still, but my body jerks sending the weight attached to my breast clamps swinging, igniting new agony.
She attaches the other end of that clamp to the other inner lip and I can feel reality start to blur a bit around the edges. Before I can recover my bearings, a weight is added to the chain connecting my pussy lips and screams of anguish pour from my lips, echoing around the room.
My eyes roll back in my head and everything around me recedes into the distance. The pain is so intense I’ve lost the will to resist it. I just let it roll through my body.
Connie manipulates my clit and I focus on the pleasure she is giving me, but as I approach my climax she withdraws her hand and attaches a single clamp to my engorged clit. I wail and wail, begging her to take it off. She laughs at my pleas and attaches a weight to the end of that chain, as well. Sparks shoot across my field of vision, pushing me deeper into acceptance. I am their toy; resistance is pointless. I am no longer aware of anything else but pure pain penetrating the most vulnerable parts of my body.
I don’t know how long they kept me in that position. I lose all track of time and place. Occasionally, I feel hot cum hit my face, my back, my ass, but I am only vaguely aware of the men and women standing and around me. They are getting off on my torture, my debasement, my humiliation.
Finally, my hair is untied from the hook. My head drops forward. Voices are speaking, but I can’t discern words. Hands are on my body. The clamps are removed from my nipples and pussy simultaneously. Howls erupt from deep inside me as the blood rushes back into my sensitive parts. I buck futilely against my restraints. Hands gently rub my tortured flesh, soothing the sting.
I relax until I feel the tug of the hook in my ass. Astonishingly, I had forgotten it was still there. Words come to me through the haze.
“Push out, slut,” Henry orders.
I don’t have a lot of strength left, but I push out as hard as I can while he tugs. I feel it stretching my tightest hole wider and wider. Just as it reaches the widest point, he stops and holds it there. Tears flow down my cheeks as the pain shoots straight to my drenched pussy. I can feel the evidence of my arousal dripping down my thigh. Just one touch to my clit would send me over the edge, but no one is touching me.
“Please. Please. Please,” I whimper.
Henry ignores my need and yanks the ball out of my ass.
“You’ll cum when I’m ready, whore. I’m not done with you yet,” Henry barks at me. Then he turns to someone else, “Get her ready for round two. Fifteen minutes.”
Back on the Gangbang Rack
Hands are on my body again. Removing me from my restraints. Beth is there. I didn’t know she had arrived. A few of the women help me off the bench and down onto some cushions where I can rest. They rub my weak limbs to improve my circulation. Someone hands me a cookie and a soda. The sugar perks me up, but I’m still very tired.
It seems like only a few seconds have passed when I hear Henry’s voice again.
“Put her on the gangbang rack.”
I’m still too weak to walk, but I realize now Henry wants me at my weakest. He doesn’t want me able to resist whatever he has planned for me next.
Strong arms pick me up and carry me to the rack. I remember it well from my initiation. The rack is a narrow table with tall poles on each corner. The man places me on the table. My wrists are secured with straps to the two poles at the back of the table. Next, my legs are positioned up and around the outside of the two front poles. Straps secure my thighs and ankles to the poles. A final strap is secured around my belly. A foam wedge slides under my back curving me forward so I can witness whatever violation Henry has planned.
“This is an anal-only gangbang, gentlemen,” Henry announces once I am immobilized. “I want her asshole gaping by the end.”
The men cheer and laugh. The first man steps forward and rubs his dick back and forth through my sopping slit to lube it up before plowing it into my back door. My hole is stretched from the ball on the anal hook, so his cock slides in easily. I revel in the sensation of fullness as he moves inside me. I moan weakly as my arousal builds.
Jets of hot jizz fill my dark tunnel creating a slick path for the next cock. I want to see how many men are waiting for a turn, but I can’t see around the second man pumping his shaft into my loosening opening. He finishes quickly, shooting more cum into me, and as he walks away I can see three more men, including Henry, waiting for their turn.
Beth’s husband Joe is next. His cock is thicker than the last two and I feel fresh stretching. My clit swells with need. The last time I was gangbanged—at my initiation into the Twisted Ranch community—the women were gathered around me bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. But today there are only two women here with me, Beth and Connie, and they are watching the debauchery from a distance. None of the men put their hands anywhere near my desperate pussy.
Even though cum is dripping out of me with every thrust, my ass is starting to get raw and tender from the friction. Joe slams his prick into my ass one last time and orgasms with a shout, pumping still more cream into my battered hole.
As he pulls out, I can see my hole gape open. Henry notices and steps forward to stick his finger into its blinking space.
“Good work, gentlemen. She’ll be ready for my fist very soon.”
Fist? I assumed being ass fucked by Henry’s massive cock would be the end of my torment, but he has much bigger plans for my tiny rosebud. I struggle weakly against my restraints and he slaps his hand down hard across my splayed pussy hitting me right on my engorged clit. I barely notice the pain; I need him to make contact with my pleasure nub again. Just a few more slaps and I know I would get the relief I so desperately need from the pressure of my denied pleasure.
“Please. Please. Ag
ain, please, Sir Henry,” I whimper.
He laughs, “I don’t think so, ass whore. You’ll cum with my hand wrist deep inside you like the pain slut I know you are.”
Tears of frustration roll down my cheeks as the next man impales me with his thick meat. He saws away, in and out of my bruised hole for far longer than any of the others. I begin to sob from the burning pain of my raw, tormented flesh. My crying seems to excite him and he hammers me even more violently. My pussy feels like an empty cavern craving fullness. I ache for a cock in my desperate snatch.
When he finally drains his hose and pulls out, I can see the red rawness of my yawning hole. Henry doesn’t give my ass any time to recover before stabbing his massive rod deep into my bowels. Even after taking the anal hook and four other cocks, his shaft stretches me to the brink of tearing. I shriek in pain, stretched like I was when he held the ball at its widest point. But this time there is no relief in sight. He continues his relentless assault on my abused hole. The others have gathered closer to watch, but still no one touches me.
I’m still crying with great heaving sobs when he finally finishes. But, I know my ordeal is not yet over.
“Look at the slut’s hole, begging to be filled,” Henry growled to the others.
Using the commingled cum leaking from my gaping ass, he easily shoves three fingers into my still opened hole. Knowing what is coming next, I struggle against my restraints, but they hold fast. Four fingers are now inside me. It’s too much.
“Take it, bitch! Take it!”
“You know you want it, slut!”
“Beg for his fist, whore!”
“Destroy her ass!”
“Pound her hard!”
The voices are close, but I can’t distinguish one from the other. I focus only on Henry’s hand.
I watch in horror as he tucks his thumb between his other fingers and forces his whole hand into me. He’s tearing me apart. I hear distant screams, shrieks of agony, wails of anguish and somewhere in my mind I know those sounds are coming from me. He’s pushing his knuckles into my abraded cavity. I’m losing focus. I fear I might lose consciousness as he drives deeper inside me.
My weakened body succumbs to the relentless assault and I feel his fist pop into my ass. My pucker closing like a seal around his huge wrist. There is a rushing in my ears, like I’m on a beach. I can’t hear anything. I can’t see anything. I can’t smell anything. I can’t taste anything. My only conscious thought is of the completely fullness in my ass.
Nothing has ever stretched me so totally and completely. The rushing forms a beating rhythm and I know I am hearing the throbbing of my clit. I wonder absently if my hole will ever close completely again, but the thought floats away because in this moment I don’t care. I can only focus on the sensation of being impossibly stretched, overpowering everything else.
And then there is something else. Someone is stroking my long-neglected pussy. Fingers are sloshing through my drenched slit, expertly manipulating my clit.
“Cum for me, Ava.” It’s Beth. Her voice, her name comes to me through my haze. I turn my focus over to her ministrations as Henry balls his hand into a fist inside me and begins to twist it around.
“She’s close,” I hear Beth say to Henry.
Henry pulls his fist part of the way out of my ass, stretching me to my furthest point yet. I can feel nothing but the agony of my anal destruction and the ecstasy of Beth’s magical fingers bringing me to orgasm. I feel myself slipping out of consciousness again.
Slap! Beth strikes my face to keep me from passing out. Her fingers are moving frantically against my clit. Henry is twisting his knuckles into my raw, ruined flesh.
I feel my climax approaching, fighting though the pain. Screams rip from my lungs as my body convulses violently against the restraints. My anal muscles contract against the massive intrusion shooting rockets of pain and pleasure to my spasming pussy. Cum squirts like a fountain from my hungry cunt, drenching me, Beth, and Henry.
Henry straightens his hand and slides it from my brutalized hole. I stare into the abyss and lose consciousness.
~~~~~~~~~~
Someone carries me home, and Beth takes care of me through the night. I sleep well past noon and when I awake, I hear sounds coming from the den. Lucas must be home.
Before I get out of bed, I reach around to feel my little rosebud. Closed. I breath a sigh of relief. It’s tender and swollen, but the gape is gone.
I move gingerly, padding slowly down the hallway to the den. As I get closer I can hear muffled screaming through the closed door, coming from the television. Lucas must be watching a movie. I knock at the door.
“Come in, Ava,” Lucas calls.
He’s sprawled out in his recliner, hard dick in his hand. He smiles and waves me into the room.
I look up at the television and see a close-up shot of an ass being brutally punished by a massive fist. My ass. Henry’s fist. I didn’t realize anyone was filming us.
“Who filmed this?” I ask.
“I asked one of the guys,” he responds. “I didn’t want to miss out on the chance to see your tiny ass impaled by Henry’s fist.”
I blush. I’ve never seen myself from this angle before.
“What do you think?” I ask my husband shyly.
“I think you have a lot of cum to lick up. I’ve already blown my load three times, and I haven’t even gotten to your big finish.”
If you enjoyed Loaned Out at Twisted Ranch, check out the other three books in the Twisted Ranch Series by Lily Brock.
Twisted Ranch Series #1: Interview at Twisted Ranch
Twisted Ranch Series #2: Initiation at Twisted Ranch
Twisted Ranch Series #3: Training at Twisted Ranch
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About Lily Brock
Lily Brock is a Midwestern girl living in the Dirty South. She enjoys writing kinky, provocative, taboo stories with Dominant/submissive themes.
When Lily isn’t hunched over her laptop pounding out hardcore sex scenes in the back booth of her favorite local coffee shop, she can usually be found lounging next to the pool soaking up the hot Southern sun.
Lily is a little princess at heart, and loves being pampered and spoiled by her strong, sexy Master.
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