“Oh God help me,” the girl muttered incoherently.

He mocked her with his laughter. “Even he can’t alter the fact that you are a wanton whore.”

Upward he now flicked the whip, the thin leather strands coming up between her legs and striking sickeningly hard on her puffy sex lips, her clitoris and the tender inner tops of her thighs all at the same time. So intense was the pain that the girl screeched as he body jerked upward and then gurgled as she slumped hanging from the ropes, her head dangling down and close to unconsciousness.

To her side he moved and repeated the upward flick of the whip, lashing this time at her dangling tits and lashing the pendulent orbs cruelly with the implement of pain. Immediately the lash had struck the girl passed out, all resistance now gone and her pale, naked body limp and lifeless. He waited, his stiff cock pulsing and his heart beating fast in his chest. For several marvellous minutes he waited for her to regain her senses and then, when she had, he repeated his demand.

“Tell me how many cocks!”

The girl, dazed and only partially aware of the question responded as a slur. “Te. Dies that make you happy?”

He moved around behind her again and stood between her feet looking down over her lithe body. “Ten cocks in two day? You really are a whore aren’t you?” he moved in, pressed the head of his throbbing cock against the puckered ring of her arse hole and paused there. “You will sign a confession to being a whore. You will sign to confirm that you gained payment for services rendered – an offence on this island.”

“No,” she muttered dreamily. “Never…. Eeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaarrrgggggh!”

Her tiny ring was forced wide as he pushed in, the little ring of muscles stretched so wide and brutally that in places it split. Hard up into her arse hole he lunged, ramming his thick cock up into her backside with a forceful and uncaring thrust of dreadful force. In and up he pushed, pushing hard until the entire length of his pulsing, stiff cock was inside her and then he paused there to savour the feel of her warm insides gripping around it. The wild bucking of her body was she thrashed her head around and bucked against him was delightful. Her frantic screaming added to the thrill and he gripped her hips tightly as the waves of sensation were fed through his cock.

“Eleven cocks now,” he sniggered, “And that will become fifteen or twenty if I let the guards loose on you. You will sign a confession and you will do it today.”

He began to thrust, slamming hard up against her with each brutal inward thrust he gave, driving his big cock far up into her anal tract and stretching her delicate insides most wickedly.

“Sign,” he panted as he fucked her tight arse hard and fast.

“Yeeeeeesssssssss!” she wailed in desperation. “Yes! I’ll sign! Jut take it out. Please, please take it out!”

He came, his body this time shuddering and twitching as he shot jet after jet of hot cum up her backside, spoiling her body and humiliating her in the best possible way. Invading a woman’s arse was a desecration of their most secret places he felt and, the final humiliation for them. The chief fucked on until all of his cum was injected up into her and then pulled out to watch his sperm leak from her bleeding backside, the thick globules dribbling out and splatting down onto the floor beneath her.

He bent down to his pile of clothes and took the folded paper from his shirt pocket. He untied just her right wrist, put the pen into her hand and held the paper steady as she signed it. As the girl wept in heartfelt sobs of misery that shook her whole tortured body he dressed, ensuring that the signed confession was safely stored away in his pocket. He opened the door and looked back to say gloatingly. “You are not a bad fuck – for a whore. I wonder if the guards will think the same when I tell them you are here to serve their needs also.”

He laughed softly and walked back up the stone stairs, her loud and pitiful screaming ringing in his ears as he went.

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