Pixie Isobella

Elise the sex doll has displeased her masters and is dragged to the basement for her punishment. Tonight, chained, she will be used and abused by clients who are far beneath her usual fare. Will she beg for mercy or will she beg for more?

Tags: sex slavery, forced penetration, degradation, chained and used

As punishment, they took Elise down to the basement.

It was a squalid room with stained paint peeling off the walls and musty, worn-through carpet on the floor. The frosted window was cracked, high in the wall where she couldn’t see out anyway. A single glaring bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the bare mattress, worn and stained.

They chained the collar on her throat to the single bolt hole in the wall, leaving the chain long enough that she could be moved around. They clipped her hands by the wrists to her collar behind her neck, leaving her naked body defenceless.

Her eyes they left uncovered.

She knew why. They wanted her to see and experience every part of her punishment.

Some of the clients admitted down here were the bosses’ thugs, allowed to amuse themselves with a girl for a special treat or reward. The rest of the clients were admitted off the street, drunks out on the town or worse, given a girl for free to teach her a lesson.

The first man was way too inexperienced and eager. He thrust his erect cock at her, sliding it inaccurately across her wet pussy. He found her cunt more by accident than by design, and pushed in, only to cum almost immediately, a warm spurt of cum half inside her cunt, half across her skin, while he shouted with exultation. He wiped himself clean on her stomach, then stood as if puzzled and scurried out.

The second and third men were almost as bad, both young guards hired by the company. By their excitement she knew they were each taking a company girl for the first time. The first one came all over her pussy and stomach, while fingering himself before he was even inside her. He left disappointed when his colleague clapped him on the shoulder and wished him better luck next time.

The second, a man she knew as a guard in the corridors above, pushed himself into her, a smug grin on his face when he saw that Elise recognised him. Such a come-down for her pride. He knew she would remember this moment of shame whenever she saw him upstairs in the rooms.

He fucked her for only a couple of minutes as if stirring tea or slicing bread, then he came, a surprised look of self-congratulation on his face. He spat on her as he rose and fastened his trousers, gleefully promising her he’d tell the other guards that he had had her underneath him.

‘I’ll give you a score’, he promised.

The fourth, fifth and sixth men were drunk and came into the room together, slapping each other on their backs, holding bottles of beer in their hands, laughing raucously.

One, the best man of a buck’s party, she guessed, took point. He worked himself into her cunt, jabbing and pushing hard, determined to get as deep as possible, and fucked her roughly. His eyes stared at her breasts as they shook with his vicious thrusts, never her face. His gaze was impersonal, deeply living out some fantasy. He spoke gutturally under his breath at each thrust, words she could only just hear.

‘Bitch. Bitch. Take. That. Bitch. Fucking. Deny. Me. Fucking. Bitch. Fucking. Bitch. I’ll. Make. You. Hurt.’

It was, she realised, a punishment not even intended for her.

‘Fuck the bitch in the arse,’ one of the drunk men yelled, and the man with his cock inside her apparently agreed. He slapped her to roll over onto her knees and present him with her butt, then forced himself inside as if she was a five dollar toy. He wasn’t gentle. He came inside her arse, his hands gripping forcefully into her hips, fingernails driven deep into her.

He stayed inside her, slowly softening after he had cum, his sweat falling on her from above as he breathed heavily as though recovering from running a race. She knew better than to move, so stayed still, accepting the warm, wet sensation of his softening cock in her anus.

‘His turn,’ said the third man pointing at second man, and the man on top of her reluctantly gave way for the bridegroom, slapping her again to make her roll back over onto her back.

The bridegroom was very drunk. He fumbled with his pants but couldn’t get his cock out, and kneeled above her, sweating and heaving. She was afraid he was going to vomit all over her.

‘Can’t you get it up?’ jeered the third man.

‘Ah fuck man,’ said the first man, ‘you’re so wasted. I tell you what. Put my bottle inside her.’ She gasped in fear and shock as the best man tipped the dregs of his remaining beer across her face, her breasts, her stomach, her cunt.

The bridegroom suddenly laughed, maniacally, giggling with high-pitched energy. ‘God, yes. That’s a fun joke.’

He took the bottle from his friend and fumbled with it at her pussy, too drunk to keep his hands steady. He laughed while jabbing viciously at her cunt, finding this game hilarious.

‘Get it in her already,’ the first man said. ‘I’m bored. She’s just a tart.’

‘All right,’ the bridegroom said sulkily, aggrieved to be denied his game.

He sobered up long enough to find her entrance and push the stem of the bottle fully inside her. He let it go in triumph only for the bottle to start to fall out of her again.

‘Fucking bitch’s fucking cunt,’ he said viciously. ‘I’ll fucking show her.’

He turned the bottle around, then pushed it back against her vagina base first. He refused to give in when her body first rejected the flat base, instead using the strength of two hands to force it into her. It was a large bottle and it hurt, as it stretched her wider than she had been stretched before.

Elise’s body loosened and gave way, as the bottle finally slid all the way into her, with only the long stem staying outside her. She panted uncontrollably with shock at the physical invasion, her whole lower torso held stiff, the flat base of the bottle driving against her cervix, the wide bottle forcing her entrance wide open. It stretched her painfully, bruising the soft flesh of her cunt against her pubic bone.

She whimpered uncontrollably.

It hurt. It felt amazing. She wanted to pee. She wanted to cum. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It hurt so bad but she loved the sensation of being used, opened up so wide.

The men laughed at her response, her distressed cries and panting breath. They bent over her to take photos with their phones, the bridegroom posing with his head between her legs to show off his handiwork. The best man took a video, jabbing the bottle viciously deeper into her, while recording her whimpering cries on his phone.

Then he was done. ‘OK let’s go,’ he said, rising.

‘What about me? I didn’t get to fuck the bitch,’ the third man whined.

She held her breath in fear.

The best man was belligerent. ‘So, what? What are you? You go after the bridegroom, remember? And he’s fucked her good and proper. Come on, let’s get out of here.’

The door slammed behind them and Elise lay in the glaring white light for a long time, unable to move, her body stiff and cooling with the bottle still inside her.

When next the door opened, it was two of the overseers, the men who had put her there. They saw the bottle and laughed. More photos were snapped on their phones, emailed directly to all the overseers and guards.

‘I’m going to put one upstairs in the break room. The guys can wank off to it. If she misbehaves again, we’ll tie her to the break room table and the guys can take turns putting whatever they want inside her.’

‘You learned your lesson, yet, bitch?’

‘Nah, she’s only had five or six so far.’

‘Look, no-one’s fucked the bitch’s face yet.’

‘Let’s change that.’

‘Yeah, but that bottle stays where it is. I want the man in charge to see it.’

‘You fuck her mouth. I’ll give her arse a go.’

They turned Elise over physically, ignoring the bottle wedged inside her. She half-screamed in pain. One of the overseers positioned himself kneeling at her face and took out his cock. He lifted her mouth onto his cock and face-fucked her, pushing himself deeply in. While she was gagging on his cock, she felt the other man positioning his cock at her anus.

She wanted to scream but couldn’t with the overseer’s cock deep in her throat. The cock at her anus slowly, irrevocably, slid inside her, filling her, intensifying the pressure and pain in her cunt. The next moments became a blur, as she struggled to breathe and not vomit. She felt as though she was splitting apart between her legs, the man in her arse punching his cock into her viciously, each time inadvertently shoving the bottle in slightly deeper and forcing her cunt to open wider.

Elise was crying, uncontrollably, when they finally came, one after the other, tears and slime running down her face. She gasped, making sounds she couldn’t even recognise as her own voice. She felt cum squirt, hot and musky, directly down her throat, but the man in her mouth didn’t stop, starting to fuck himself back to hardness almost immediately.

Once he was hard, he held her still, his cock filling the back of her throat while she struggled not to throw up. He only started fucking her again after the man in her arse came. The man in her mouth came again moments later, straight down her throat.

When they finally withdrew, her mouth, arse and cunt felt bruised and broken. She felt the men’s cum dripping from her anus down her inner thighs.

She was still lying with her face buried deep in the mattress, her arse in the air, when she heard the door open again to admit the chief overseer.

He laughed out loud and congratulated his men.

‘Leave her where she is. The bottle stays in her. The next men to get here can take it out,’ he ordered. ‘If they choose.’

He paused. ‘Actually, there’s another beer bottle on the floor over there from last week. That can go in the stupid cow’s arse.’ They decided her butt was already lubed enough from the cum inside her, so they ruthlessly pulled her butt cheeks apart and pushed the long stem into her arse. It went in deep and she couldn’t help screaming.

With both bottles inside her, she couldn’t move and she lay there on her knees, face in the mattress, gasping wildly. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get the bottles out on her own.

One of the overseers chuckled. ‘I love doing this to them. I wish they misbehaved more often. I’d do this all day.’

‘Fuck yes.’

The man in charge slapped her butt, harshly. ‘I’m going to come back to fuck her when she’s unconscious. I like it when they don’t even know you’re inside them.’

Deep inside, she grimaced. The man in charge was cruel, deliberately hurting the girls he used, to see them suffer.

Then they left her there.

She lay in the bright light, alone, face in the mattress, butt in the air, cunt exposed, shivering with shock, dirty, bruised and aching.

She wanted more.

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