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I can't see. I can barely breathe. But... I can feel. My cunt aches and burns, it feels like it's on fire and my abdomen feels badly bruised. It makes my thoughts hazy and I can barely remember flashes and splinters - a cruel smile, thick fingers invading my tenderized folds... My fingers twitch and I shift only to hear chains clinking as I suddenly become aware of the cold hard weight around my wrists.

What happened? Where am I?

The questions float through my head as I try to raise it, but everything feels heavy and dream-like as I slowly become more aware of my surroundings - or what I can sense of them, anyway. My legs have been folded, bound, and shackled to my wrists just before the knees, with my wrists chained to what I assume is a wall behind me .I'm blindfolded, but I can feel the edges of rough brick digging into my naked back.

It's then that I realize that all of me is naked except for the leather blindfold and a ring gag holding my jaws wide and apart. It makes breathing through my mouth easier but I can't speak, I can't ask if anybody is there. When I try, a pathetic sound comes out, garbled and unintelligible as drool pours down my chin and drips onto my chest. It's slimy and cold by the time it hits my skin and I jerk when it does, metal clinking from the movement.

Something isn't right. It isn't just the shackles, the blindfold, the silence... no. Something between my legs feels strange and out of place. My heart is starting to race as I begin to squirm in place, fingers wriggling uselessly while I try to grab on to anything, anything at all.. but there's nothing. I can feel the panic starting to set in and I jerk from one side to the other, but the only thing that happens is the clank of chains echoing in the place I'm in.

Until I hear a door creak open, that is. A cold chill shoots down my spine as I try to turn my head towards the noise. I manage, but only barely, and I hear footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop right in front of me. I hear someone shifting and then I feel fingers abruptly grabbing my face hard enough to crush my cheeks against my teeth. It hurts and I try to say another word as more drool drips down my chin, but whoever it is jerks my head from one side to the other like they just don't care. I hear a low 'hmm', and that's when it dawns on me.

I realize they're examining me. Tears are starting to sting my eyes because I'm scared and my body aches - my pussy is on display to who knows who, and I feel like a piece of meat at a butcher shop. I start to squirm again, jerking my wrists as I try to wrench my head out of their grip and for a second, it works! I tilt my head back and make a pitiful noise. "Hhhel'h-" Help, help me, I find myself almost chanting in my head. I need them to _ help _ me.

Everything goes even more wrong when I hear a rustle and then, suddenly, feel a strong, scaley hand gripping my throat. A sharp claw tipping their thumb digs into the side of my neck and it makes me wince and choke a little, tongue working uselessly in my wide open mouth to swallow away that feeling. I'm too scared to move now, I won't risk it with that sharp point pressing against one of my most vulnerable areas.

In my close-to-panicking state, it seems like I can hear everything. I can hear deep breathing in front of me, the sound of soles shifting on the floor, even the rustle of their clothes as they shift and keep looking me over. Then, something worse comes: a gruff laugh. It's deep and I feel the blood drain out of my face because it doesn't sound like the laugh of someone who's going to do anything good for me - something that's in line with how they've been treating me, so far.

I try to speak again and it makes me feel pathetic. "Oo-- oo ahre yooh?" It's at least half-intelligible and it's then that I feel that heavy hand release me so I can drop my head back down again. I breathe deep and try to ignore the spit oozing down my chest even though I'm slowly but surely getting covered in it, drip by drip.

The sound of fabric shifting again makes me think they've stood back up, now. It's not a comfort, and neither is anything that I hear next. The clink of a belt, the sound of a zipper, and then, finally, words that chill me to the bone. "I own you. Found you dripping cum, cunt flopped out.." They click their tongue and I imagine they're shaking their head and it floods me with embarrassment and shame. I'd been horny - really, REALLY horny, I needed someone or anyone or anyTHING to fuck me and..

... I remember an ogre... ... And then something clicks in my head. I realize why my pussy feels wrong - it was pulled out of me, prolapsed and left to ooze cum between my thighs. I blink behind the mask as tears spill, but they get smeared against my cheeks and the blindfold while I tuck my chin towards my chest like I'm trying to hide. I don't know how I'm alive after what happened, but I am. Maybe I died and came back. Maybe that's just how it works, here in the Pit.

"Looked like someone raped you good. They left you on the dumpster and I thought it was funny.. a cum dump left on a dumpster. Hah." I hear them spit just a second before I feel a sticky glob land right in my mouth. It's thick and warm and it makes me gag while I frantically try to push it out of my mouth with my tongue, but all it does is spread it around as more tears smear against my face.

"Hope you enjoy it rough. ... Hell... actually, I hope you don't." My eyes go wide in the blindfold-induced blackness before I start shaking my head hard, chains clinking and clanking as I jerk and struggle where I am. I have no idea what I'm in store with and it makes me jump with surprise and fear when fingers grab hold of my hair and yank my head back to hold me still. I can't do anything with my legs shackled to my wrists like this, I can't do anything at all except sob out desperate pleas.

"'hleash hel' me, let 'e go, jush let 'e goo-o-" My words dissolve into sobs when they give my head a good, hard shake, hard enough to rattle my thoughts around in my head. I can't see what they're doing but I feel legs press against mine as they step up in between them and I suddenly know, with dread coursing through me, that they're going to rape my mouth.

It starts to happen so much sooner than I thought it would. I feel the hot tip of a heavy prick rest against my lower lip before whoever they are starts to lightly slap it against my saliva-covered mouth. It smears the spit all over, that tapered pointy tip sliming down over my chin and then back up to rub against my upper lip, leaving me wet with my own drool. It feels HUGE, bigger than big and I wonder how in the hell they think they're even going to fit it in--

Suddenly, they yank my head down and forwards and I feel the heavy weight of a cock slam home into the back of my throat. I gag instantly when the tip jabs against me and my body twists and writhes where I'm shackled but I get no mercy at all. My jaws ache from being held open for so long, and I can hear them growl out an 'mmm' as they slowly press their meat deeper, flesh scraping against my teeth and pulsing against my tongue as my throat starts to be painfully opened up for that thick slab of meat.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe around it and I struggle to inhale, fingers twitching and reaching for something, anything... but there's still nothing for me to hold onto at all. No comfort, no distractions, just a warm dick forcing and tearing its way deeper and deeper into my throat.

When I feel them start to pull back, I think there might be some relief coming - a brief reprieve of the feeling of being too stretched, of having my throat practically split open... but I don't. I feel the prickle of something scrape painfully over my tonsils and tongue and the roof of my mouth, too, and my eyes bug out of my head as a muffled yell gets torn out of me. I can feel prickly barbs catch and scratch shallow grooves into my flesh and I realize that whoever this is, they must not be human anymore. Down here, people change.

"Yeah, that's it... make noise, cry, struggle... but know you can't get away." I hear the clink of the belt as they thrust hard and deep into my mouth again, and that prickling feeling goes away to be replaced by that painful stretch. It hurts and I can't tell which is worse - the scraping, raw and sharp, or the feeling of my throat being torn by the girth being forced into it. I'd never be able to take a cock like this without the ring gag keeping my jaws open wide; I can feel my throat bulging as the tapered tip of their meat slips past the bend at the back of my mouth.

"You like that? 'Course you don't... Mmm, you're gobbling my cock real good, now." There's a sudden pressure on my neck and it takes me a second to understand with the pain coursing through my mouth, jaws, and throat, that it's scaly fingers cupping the bulge in my neck. They squeeze, making me gag again and I hear a guttural growl rumble out of them. It sounded almost like a moan and I find myself hoping that they'll finish quick.

Everything just keeps getting worse. When they pull back, it scrapes me raw and for an almost blissful moment, I feel the tapered tip just resting on my tongue as the wet sound of jerking off fills the air. I wonder if they're going to cum like this and I stick my tongue out under that fat prick to try and encourage them to finish, already...

It's a mistake.

"Oooh... you wanna swallow my dick again?" It's a question I know is rhetorical. I can taste bitter pre-cum on my tongue and I try to shake my head no, but the fingers still anchored in my hair give another yank up before they force me down. They're making me nod and it makes a fearful shiver prickle my skin while I try to garble out a 'no', but it's no use.

"Welp, since you seem so eager, I guess I better give you what you want." When they start forcing their barbed cock back into my throat, everything feels so much worse because they take their time. I feel every thick inch push down into my gullet, I feel the veins pulse against the scratched roof of my mouth. The pointed tip jabs me again before it eventually pops past the curve so it can slide deeper, and I can feel my throat being filled just like I can feel them squeezing their own dick through my skin and flesh.

Tears are staining my face, now. There's enough of them that they've leaked out from under the blindfold and for the first time, I see a sliver of light, of hope... hope that gets snatched away when I catch a glimpse of a barbed, veined, deep purple cock that's coming right from a dark-to-pale green scaled slit. There's so much more to go and I already feel like it's going to rip me open with how my throat is burning from the abuse.

I feel a strange sense of relief when the blindfold slips back down to block out all light, again. It prevents me from knowing just how bad it's going to be, just how much more abuse I'll be put through until they let me go.

"Mmm..." It's a deep rumble that's coupled with squeezing fingers around my throat. I know they're compressing their own cockmeat, massaging themselves through me like I'm just a toy instead of a person. I can feel their legs shuffle a little when they bump against mine and I wonder what they're doing, but I'm not left wondering for long.

There's a powerful, insistent push as they cram that slab deeper and deeper into my mouth. I choke on it but my gags and squirms get ignored; I'm starting to get dizzy but they don't seem to care as they force that fat length into my mouth until I feel scales crushing against my face, warm and weirdly soft for what they are. It's a strange thought and it's gone in a flash when they tear back out and I let out a ragged scream because I can feel those barbs catch and rip me on their way out all over again.

"Fuck yeah, cunt! Let's hear those screams. Better use 'em now before you can't scream at all, right?" I hear a malicious chuckle and a pitiful whimper bleeds out of me. They give my head a little shake and for a second, I can see again, just a tiny peek, and I find myself struck with fear and the wish that I really, really hadn't seen what I did.

It was blood. MY blood, coating that reptilian cock in light smears that mix in with the thick throat-mucus... it's no wonder it hurts. I barely have time to process what I just saw before they're slamming back into my throat all over again, and this time, they don't go gentle. Their hips start pistoning, slapping scales against my face every time they fuck into my throat, but I barely notice. My mouth, my throat, they're on fire and every time my new rapist draws back a fresh wave of agony throbs through me.

I can't take it. I don't think I can take it, it's too hard to breathe and to think, there's too much pain and I'm choking as they stroke themselves through my throatflesh. I can taste the blood just like I can taste the bitter pre-cum sliming over my tongue and down the back of my throat to sting like salt in an open wound. I'm way passed begging them to stop now, I can't talk anymore without it hurting too much. The only thing I can do is whimper and cry, and I don't even try to resist anymore because I just want it to be over.

It feels like an eternity as they keep fucking my face and throat with powerful, hilt-deep thrusts. I almost don't notice when it starts to get faster, when they start to grunt, their breathing getting heavier with their grip on my throat getting tighter as they mutter things to me.

"Yeah... yeah, you aren't gonna pass out yet... not gonna let you miss this-- mmm, yeah, can you taste my slimy cocksnot? I got-- hnn, something better comin' for you..." I feel something wet plip onto my cheek and I realize that, as they pant and thrust, their drool must be dripping onto me. It's disgusting and I jerk a little bit every time I feel that wetness hit my face, but it pales in comparison to the sheer, almost numbing agony of being throat-raped by a barbed reptilian dick.

"Fffuck, here it comes!!" I hear them grunt and groan and growl all at once in the same second they cram their whole dick down my throat. They use the grip on my hair to hold me down there, to keep me right at the base of their pulsating meat as they start to blast hot cum down my esophagus and into my stomach. I can feel it burning down through me, and when it hits my gut everything clenches like my body is trying to throw it up. There's too much and I can feel it start to distend my stomach as cum gets pumped into me more and more, with no end in sight.

I can't throw it up. All the contractions do is squeeze that girthy cockmeat, milking it even though it's the last thing I want my body to be doing. I can hear them grunting, I can feel my scalp ache from how hard they're using their grip to crush my face against their scales... my face, nose, lips... they all hurt, too. But nothing, absolutely nothing, is worse than what I'm feeling in my esophagus - a pain that makes me almost more dizzy than my inability to breathe as they pump more and more cum into my stomach, enough to round my belly with their endless hot load.

I can't see the blackness creeping up at the edge of my vision, and I don't even realize I passed out until I come to with the sensation of barbs digging deeper than ever before. They must have flared out when this beast came, their cock feels so much thicker now that it wouldn't surprise me but I'm not capable of surprise right now. All I can think about is pain. The pain that spikes as they pull out all at once, rendering me breathless and making me shake and tremble uncontrollably in my bindings as they tear their barely-softening dick out of my throat where they'd buried it for so long.

I can feel the deep gouges on the roof of my mouth with my tongue, but I don't want to. I still feel nauseated and like I'm going to throw up but I can't, I don't want to because I know it will hurt and I don't think I can bare more pain. I barely notice when they lightly slap my cheeks with their cock, but with another sliver of light I can see that it's slick and shiny with blood and globs of cum.. and the occasional shred of flesh, too. Their barbs are still flared out and I can see how sharp they are, prickling all up and down the shaft.

... The tapered tip is the worst part. I see a crown of thorns adorning the it, uneven backwards-facing spikes that are gore- and cum-covered even moreso than the rest of their purple cockmeat, and it all gets smeared onto my face in one demeaning swipe.

The light and my sight gets taken all over again with that gesture. I'm glad and terrified at the same time.

"Mmmm... that was good. Was it good for you? Naaah... I'd say not." There's a laugh that makes me cringe, even though there aren't any hands on me at all anymore. Blood, spit and cum are dripping from my swollen lips but I can't even think of swallowing so I let it fall and feel it slime over my skin. "Next time, we're gonna see how much that ruined cunt can take since it's already been broken in... and Hell," He huffs a cruel laugh. "I'll even bring some of my friends."

Dread fills me with those words, but I can't utter a sound. I just let my head hang as I wonder - will I be here forever? When will this happen again? They're questions I don't know the answer to, but the sensation of something heavy wiping over my hair. I realize it must be his cock, that he's cleaning it off on me and I feel humiliation all over again. It doesn't go away with the clink of a buckle, the zip of a zipper, nor does it go away when I hear footsteps and a fading voice.

"Better get comfortable, cumdump. We've got an eternity to get to know each other." It's the last thing I hear before a door squeaks and then thuds closed, leaving me alone all over again with just my thoughts and the overwhelming pain coursing through my body. My belly is round with the cum that got pumped into me, and that nauseous feeling is still there. I feel my stomach heave, my throat constricts, and the agony burns bright in my mind until, seconds later, I black out.

It's the end of day one, for me.