The worst thing was staying away from home and not seeing her family. She was spending far too much time away, and felt she was missing her daughter growing up. She really hoped that maybe next year they would have enough money saved to allow her to change jobs and find something that didn't involve all the traveling.

She sipped her wine, and decided she wouldn't stay in the bar for long, but would go back to her room to Skype her husband and daughter before going to bed.

David couldn't believe his luck when he saw her. He'd spent the evening cruising around his usual haunts of bars and hotels and hadn't seen anyone. He'd come in here as a last resort before giving up and going home. But then he spotted Jennifer sitting at the bar. She had her legs crossed, and her skirt had ridden up exposing her perfect thighs. Her hair was long and dark, but tied into a ponytail, and she looked sophisticated. He guessed she was in her late twenties.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Jennifer looked round at the man who'd spoken. He was tall, well built, and quite good looking. He was smiling. "Ummm…." she said, scanning the room and noticing there was nobody else in it - he could have sat anywhere. She didn't want him to sit next to her, but being British was too polite to say so directly and risk offending him.

He took her lack of response as a yes, and sat on the stool next to her. "I'm David," he said, holding out his hand.

"Jennifer." she replied, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Here on business?" he asked. His eyes scanned her, taking in the bulge of her breasts against her blouse, the fact that she was wearing a wedding ring.

"Yes," she answered. She didn't want to enter into a conversation with him, so was going to give him the shortest answers she could, finish her drink quickly, and leave.

"Me too. It's a drag staying in these featureless hotels." He signaled to the barman. "Beer, please, and whatever the lady wants."

"Nothing for me, thank you. I need to get to bed."

David smiled. "Yes, so do I."

She was irritated by him twisting her words to make it seem like they were flirting. She picked up her drink and took a large gulp, trying to finish it quickly. As she raised her hand to drink and tilted her head back he could see through an opening between two buttons of her blouse. Her white bra cupped her breast - it was brief, and he could almost see her nipple. Almost. He also glanced at her room keys lying on the bar and noted her room number.

The barman brought his beer. "Are you married?" He'd already seen her ring.

"Yes."

"Children?"

"Yes."

He smiled at her. "You're not very chatty, are you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm very tired, and I need to go and call my husband."

"Listen, I know what it's like with children, no time to yourself. We're both here, we're adults, why don't we spend a bit of time together?" He leant towards her and put his hand on her leg, speaking quietly. "Believe me, I can make you come so many times you won't be able to walk."

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, pushing his hand off her leg. She grabbed her things from the bar and slid off the stool. Her skirt caught and rode up her thighs further, and he openly grinned and stared at her legs as she pulled it down. She felt her face redden, embarrassed but also angry that he had been so forward.

"OK OK," he said, looking back at her face. "Let's cut to the chase. I'll give you one thousand pounds for a fuck and a suck. How about it?"

"What did you say?" she exclaimed, her mouth open as she couldn't believe what she'd just heard.

He didn't seem phased by her reaction. "Do you want more money? How about £1500? But I'll want to cum on your face for that much."

She grabbed his beer from the bar and threw it in his face. "Go to hell!" she screamed, and stormed towards the door. He turned to watch her stride across the room, beer dripping from his face. His eyes fastened on her buttocks moving under her skirt, and he smiled as he saw the outline of her panties. He noticed the barman was also openly staring at her arse. They looked at each other.

"Fucking women," said David, and they both laughed. "Can I have another beer please?"

In the lift back to her room she was absolutely furious. It wasn't unusual for men in hotel bars to hit on her, she knew she was attractive, but this was the most outrageous thing she'd ever experienced. How dare he treat her like some cheap whore?

Back at her room she kicked her shoes off, and took a small bottle of whisky from the mini bar to calm her nerves. As the warm spirit slid down her throat, she started to relax a bit. She decided she wouldn't tell her husband about the incident. She did sometimes tell him when men chatted her up, as usually it was quite funny. But this was altogether more revolting, and she didn't want him thinking about it.

She called him on Skype, and they chatted about their days. After the call she brushed her teeth, and then sat and read her book - she always liked to read before going to sleep as it relaxed her.

She was just thinking about going to bed when there was a knock at the door. She glanced at the clock - it was just after 10. She got up and walked to the door, then looked through the spy hole. A smartly dressed young man was standing outside.

"Who is it?" she called through the door.

"Room service. I've got your meal order."

"I didn't order a meal."

The man looked at a slip of paper in his hands. "Room 242. Mr Howard."

"That's my room, but I'm obviously not Mr Howard," she replied. She was irritated at being disturbed.

"Oh, sorry madam. There must have been a mix up with the room numbers. Can I just get you to sign to say you've rejected the food? I need it for my records."

"OK," she sighed, wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible. She unlocked the door and opened it. There was nobody standing outside. Frowning, she said "Hello?" and leant forward to look out into the corridor.

As soon as her head was clear of the door a bag was pulled over it, and a strap round the bottom was pulled tight round her throat, so tight she couldn't take in any breath to scream. In fact she couldn't take in any breath, period. The strap was used to pull her backwards into her room, and she lost her footing falling onto her back. Her hands went to the strap round her neck, desperately trying to prise it loose, but it was far too tight.

She was dragged across the room until her head hit the bed, then she was pulled up and onto it. Hands grabbed her arms and pulled them away from her neck. She was kicking frantically with her feet but failed to hit anything but the soft mattress underneath her. She felt cold metal circling each wrist, and then her arms were pulled out and evidently attached to something as the hands released her but she was unable to pull her arms down.

The strap was still tight around her throat and her lungs were beginning to hurt as she couldn't take in any air. Her head was throbbing and she was sure she was going to pass out. But why tie her to the bed if they were just going to strangle her? Hands were now grabbing her ankles, and she was getting too weak to resist so they easily attached more metal around them, pulled her legs apart and tied them to the footboard.

Suddenly the strap was released and the hood was pulled from her head. Her mouth opened in a gasp as she tried to suck in as much air as she could. Her vision was blurred from tears in her eyes. While she gasped like a fish out of water, savoring the sweet oxygen, her hair was grabbed and her head lifted from the bed. A metal device was thrust into her mouth and a strap tightened round her head holding it in place. She couldn't close her mouth as the device was holding it open. Then a bunch of cloth was pushed into her mouth and forced so deep she nearly gagged. Her tongue was pressed down against the bottom of her mouth, and there was no way she could push it out. She tried to scream but the effective gag meant only a pathetic whimper escaped. She knew it would never be heard in the corridor outside her room.

With her mouth now blocked Jennifer had to suck the precious air in through her nose which was much more difficult. She was left alone as gradually she took in enough air to bring her breathing back to a more normal rate. She looked around. There were three men in the room, looking through the drawers and her luggage. She tried pulling at the ties round her wrists and ankles, but it was quickly obvious that they were holding her fast.

Her mind raced. What did these men want? Just to rob her? It seemed a bit excessive to tie and gag her the way they had if that was all. She didn't want to think about the more unpleasant options.

One of the men walked over to her and sat on the bed next to her. It took her a moment to recognize him - David from the bar earlier. Her eyes widened and she tried to yell at him but hardly any sound came out due to the gag in her mouth. He smiled at her, and then upended her handbag, which he was carrying, so that the contents spilled over her stomach and the bed.

He picked through the contents, then held up her driving license. He read it carefully.

"Born 1983. So you're 33? Well my congratulations, you look fantastic. Especially since you've squeezed a kid out of your cunt. I'd never have guessed you were so old." He held up a picture of her husband and daughter. She felt tears come to her eyes as she looked at the picture.

He continued to rifle through the contents, picking things up and examining them. He held a tampon in front of her face. "I hope you're not on the rag. All that blood is just so disgusting." He picked up her lipstick, took the top off and turned the bottom so it came out of its case. It was bright red, and he held it against her face as he matched it against the color of her lips.

"Very nice. It suits you. Red for a whore." He looked at her fingers and toes and noted that the nails were also painted in the same color. Jennifer stared at the lipstick. It was just a couple of hours ago she had been standing in a bathroom putting it on her full lips. An everyday occurrence, but something that seemed so far away at the moment.

He picked her phone up, and spent a few moments clicking buttons, before throwing it to the ground. Finally he counted through the money she had. "100 pounds. Not much, is it?"

He threw the money to the ground, then grabbed her chin and turned her head so she was looking at him. He leant forward so his face was closer to hers. Her eyes were wide with fear, red and wet where she'd been crying. He brushed some strands of hair off her face. Her mouth was wide, the material filling it completely - three pairs of her used panties they'd found in her luggage, blue, pink and black. She tried to turn her head away, but his fingers were gripping too tightly and she couldn't move.

"So, Jennifer. I'm afraid you've been the victim of a game I like to play. It's like doing the lottery, except I always win. I find a nice looking woman staying alone in a hotel while attending some crap conference. You know, a woman I fancy sticking my dick into. So first I'll try and seduce her. You'd be surprised how often that works. I'm not a bad looking guy, and some women are a bit bored at home, a bit of extra excitement is what they want.

"If it works, they get a good fuck - I wasn't joking about making you come so many times. If she's not up for sex, I'll offer her money. You'd also be surprised how often that works - a bit of extra cash that hubby doesn't know about to buy a new pair of heels. Of course I expect a bit more for that - maybe a bit rougher, maybe doing a few things she might not really want to - anal, coming on her face, a bit of slapping, that sort of thing. Any reluctance can usually be overcome by offering more money.

"So after both of these we go our separate ways and she'll never see me again. But if both of those fail to work, I have to come up with another way of getting my dick inside her. And this is the unfortunate truth for you. I get a couple of my friends, we pay her a visit, like we are now in your comfy hotel room, and we'll all fuck her. In every hole, and in every way we can think of. It isn't pleasant. Well, not for her.

"But that leaves me with a problem. In the first 2 cases the woman will almost certainly not tell anyone. She'll be too embarrassed, and certainly won't want her husband to know about it. What happens in the hotel, stays in the hotel. But in the last case she's going to go to the police. After being raped nearly all women are going to do that. And obviously I can't have that."

He paused, and stared at Jennifer. He was still holding her chin to keep her head still. Her mind was racing. Could all this be true? Did he really just rape any woman he couldn't talk into bed? She pulled again at the restraints holding her but they still didn't move.

He continued. "So in those cases, I'm sorry to tell you, we sell them on to people who won't care that they've been raped. In fact, they're going to rape you over and over, for as long as they think you're still worth fucking."

Tears trickled from the corners of Jennifer's eyes. This had to be an idle threat, surely? They couldn't just kidnap her like this, not in this country. This was some fantasy that happened in more dangerous places.

David let go of her chin. The other two men were now standing by the bed looking at her. Actually, looking was hardly an adequate description. Their faces were completely filled with lust. Jennifer had seen expressions like this in men before, but never so extreme. It was terrifying.

"Can we start on the cunt yet?" asked one of the men.

"Of course, Bill." replied David. He reached forward and grabbed Jennifer's blouse. With a single pull he tore it open, the buttons flying around the room. He pushed the two sides open so she was lying with her bra exposed. It was white, lacy, and quite brief, cupping her breasts so that her nipples were almost visible. David thought back to the quick glimpse of it he'd had just a couple of hours earlier, through the gap in her blouse in the bar.

He grasped the bra between her breasts and yanked upwards. The force lifted Jennifer off the bed, as far as her bonds would allow. She yelled into her gag as the material cut into her back and shoulders. It took three savage jerks at her bra before it tore and he was able to pull it clear of her breasts. He didn't bother to pull it completely off but left it draped across her throat.

"Nice tits," she heard someone say. David smiled. "Yes, they look lovely, John."

David examined them closely. They weren't too large, but he could tell they were firm even in her lying position. Her nipples were long and erect from fear. He smiled as he reached out and grasped her left nipple. Her pulled it, squeezed it, feeling it get even harder. Jennifer's breath was coming in snorts through her nose, her eyes were wide staring at him with fear and revulsion.

David smiled at her. "I think you've got sensitive nipples, Jennifer. That's going to be bad for you later on." He moved his hand to her right nipple and repeated the pulling and squeezing. "We're going to be asking you to do various things for us. This is just a quick demonstration of what will happen if you're a bad girl and don't obey."

He released her nipple and looked at Bill. "OK," he said. Jennifer also looked at Bill and watched with mounting horror as he undid his belt and pulled it from the loops of his trousers. He grasped the buckle in his hand and wrapped it round once before raising it above his head. Jennifer's eyes widened even more and she made desperate noises through her gag as she realized what was going to happen. The belt lashed into her breasts, right across her nipples. It made a load cracking sound, and the pain was incredible. She screamed into her gag, and tried to beg as she watched Bill raise his arm again. The second blow was even worse, across her nipples again. And then a third. And a fourth.

She lost track of the number of times the belt fell. Once it stopped her breasts were red and marked with darker stripes where the edge of the belt had dug in. They were throbbing and felt hot, her nipples swollen.

Bill and John released the handcuffs holding her hands to the bed so that they were hanging off her wrists. They grabbed her arms and pulled her into a sitting position on the bed, then pushed her head down so she was bent in two. She tried to struggle, but they were far too strong.

Bill looped his belt through the buckle and passed it over her head so it was round her neck, and then pulled it tight. As she felt it tighten round her throat, Jennifer had a flashback to when they'd first captured her and the horror of not being able to breathe. She started thrashing as much as she could, trying to get free, but with her feet still tied to the foot of the bed and the two men holding her arms it was impossible to make any impression.

They pulled her arms behind her, and forced her hands up her back until they were between her shoulder blades, her elbows bent. The handcuffs were removed from her left wrist, then the ones on her right were fastened to the left holding her hands together. Bill pulled the belt over the chain of the handcuffs and tied it to them. They released her, and she found that her arms were held painfully high up her back. If she relaxed them too much the belt round her throat was tightened making it difficult to breathe. She could draw in more air if she pushed her hands higher, but this was painful and tiring.

Jennifer realized that they had done this very easily, without talking to each other at all. So they must have done this before, probably lots of times. Maybe what David had said was true. They kidnapped women all the time, and she was just another one. She tried struggling again, and cried in desperation as she realized she was completely helpless.

The handcuffs were removed from her ankles, and a hand grabbed her ponytail. She was pulled from the bed, her hair roots screaming at the pressure, and as she hit the carpet she was unable to break her fall as her hands were tied securely behind her back. She landed heavily on her side. She was pulled to the middle of the room, then up onto her knees. The men stood back and looked at her.

Jennifer couldn't stop the tears running down her cheeks. She was kneeling in the middle of her hotel room, in front of three strange men, and displayed in an incredibly humiliating position. Her gorgeous face was distorted by the dental gag that forced her mouth open, the blue, pink and black colors of the panties forced into her mouth visible. Her eyes were red from crying, her mascara running with her tears.

Her blouse had been torn open, and her bra was hanging loosely round her chest. It didn't cover her breasts, which were completely exposed, red marks from the beating clearly visible, the large nipples hard with fear. Her arms were aching as they were pulled so far up her back, and the belt round her neck was cutting in painfully to her throat making breathing difficult. The only modest thing about her appearance was her black skirt, which she was still wearing and was demurely in place covering her legs.

David grabbed her ponytail again and forced her head up so she had to look at him. "You've probably worked out by now that we're all going to fuck you and there's nothing you can do to stop it. But we're going to start with a bit of foreplay. You're going to suck as all off first. I'm sure a woman of your experience has done this lots of times before. I'm sure your husband enjoys that sweet mouth of yours, so this shouldn't be too difficult."

He released her hair and she watched with horror as he started undoing his trousers. He pulled them down and his cock sprang out, already stiff and hard. Jennifer shook her head, trying to plead with him. He pulled at the bind that was holding her hair in a ponytail so that it came loose. Her hair was quite long, and spread across her shoulders. He fastened his left hand into her silky soft hair and held her head steady, then used his right hand to pull the wad of panties from her mouth and drop them onto the floor.

"Please," she tried to say, but nothing intelligible came out as her mouth was still held wide open by the gag. Wrapping his right hand in her hair as well, he pulled her head forward. She tried to resist but he was far too strong. His cock was oozing pre-cum, she could smell it clearly, as slowly the head was pushed into her mouth.

"Come on, whore, use your tongue," he said as he slid the head backwards and forwards in her mouth. She was determined not to do anything to increase his pleasure, so kept her tongue as still as she could. The room was silent as he slowly thrust into her mouth, then Jennifer heard voices in the corridor - people were walking past her door talking and laughing. She desperately tried to yell out to attract their attention, and tried to struggle free from his grip. She knew it was hopeless, but had to try to do something.

Her attempts to yell just made her wriggle her tongue against the invading cock in her mouth. David smiled, and started pumping faster. "Yes, that's it slut, use that tongue, that's good." His cock hit the back of her throat making her gag. He pushed harder and she started choking. He pulled his cock out, and turned her head up towards him, still clutching her hair. Drool ran down her chin as she coughed.

"Jennifer, don't tell me you don't deep throat? Have you been denying your poor husband the joys of having his cock in your throat?"

"I think the cunt should be punished for that," said John.

"Yes, that's a good idea. Bill, get me some cigarettes. John, hold her."

John held the strap that connected her neck to her hands in one hand and her hair in the other. The pull on the strap tightened the belt and made it even more difficult to draw in breaths. Bill reached into the pocket of his jacket and took out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He handed them to David, who took one from the packet, put it into his mouth, and lit it with the lighter.

He dropped the packet and lighter onto the bed, puffed at the cigarette, then leant forward and blew smoke into Jennifer's face. She coughed, the acrid smoke filling her nose and mouth.

He took the cigarette from his mouth and bent towards her. "This is for all the times you've been a bad girl and your husband's cock has not been down your throat." Then he moved the cigarette towards her breasts. Jennifer yelled and begged as best she could through the gag holding her mouth wide open, and pulled against John who was holding her. It was useless. She could only watch as slowly he pressed it against the tip of her left nipple.

The pain exploded through her breast and she yelled, squeezing her eyes shut. He held it for what seemed like ages before it was taken away. Her nipple still throbbed with pain, and she opened her eyes to see him moving towards her right nipple. Again she tried to beg through her gag and pull free, but nothing could stop the inevitable pain as he pressed it against her right nipple.

"Yes, teach the cunt a lesson," said Bill.

"This whore's not been treating men properly has she?" said John.

David held it until it had gone out, then dropped it to the floor. Jennifer was crying and sobbing. He grabbed her hair in both hands and pulled her head towards his cock. He slipped the tip into her mouth and enjoyed the warmth and wetness as she sobbed against it.

"Now, this is what you should have been doing, bitch," and he thrust right down her throat.

Jennifer couldn't believe the feeling. Her gag reflex kicked in and she felt her stomach convulsing. She tried to pull back but he was holding her head tightly by the hair. He pulled until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She couldn't breathe. She pulled and struggled but he was far too strong.

David groaned. "Ah, yes, that's it cunt, swallow my dick."

Jennifer was getting more panicked, and thought she was going to pass out when he pulled her head back roughly by her hair and his cock slid from her throat. She gasped and coughed and slime and drool poured from her mouth. She could hear the men laughing at her.

"Now you're getting the idea, whore," and before she could fully get her breath back he yanked her hair and his cock slammed down her throat again. He started a fast thrusting, using her hair to slam her head backwards and forwards.

Jennifer was in hell. She had given lots of blow jobs before, but they had always been under her control and with someone who cared about how she was feeling. She had never deep throated as her gag reflex made it impossible. But this bore no resemblance to the act she had so often done before. It was unbelievably violent. David was ramming his dick into her throat which was agony. Sometimes he would hold her tight, so she couldn't breathe, and she knew he was enjoying her struggling. Sometimes he would ram in and out of her mouth really quickly. The constant pull on her hair was agonizing. Snot and drool was dripping from her chin and running down her breasts.

The other men were shouting encouragement. "Gag the bitch!" "Shove it down her throat!" "Make her puke!" She looked gorgeous to them. Her breasts shining with the spit that covered them, mascara running down her cheeks with her tears, lipstick smudged, fingers twitching helplessly against her back with their perfectly manicured red nails.

David didn't need any encouragement, and soon he was thrusting harder and gasping. Then Jennifer felt his cock explode in her throat and there was nothing she could do as he emptied his sperm into her stomach. He let go of her hair, and she slumped to the floor, gasping and choking, sperm leaking from her mouth.

David pulled his trousers up. "Not bad, I think she'll eventually get the idea."

Bill bent down and grabbed Jennifer's hair, pulling her back to her knees. "You haven't finished yet, cunt." he said.

"No please, please no more!" Jennifer tried to say, but with her mouth still held wide by the gag it was useless. She watched in horror as he started undoing his trousers.

"I think it's time we saw the bitch's ass," said David. He grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up until it was bunched around her waist. John whistled.

"Nice ass, and the whore's wearing a thong." Jennifer sobbed as the men stared at the brief pale blue thong she was wearing. She couldn't have felt more humiliated, kneeling in front of them, breasts exposed, sperm dripping off her chin, skirt pulled up round her waist. John grasped her buttocks and squeezed. She tried to pull away, but Bill's grip on her hair prevented her from moving.

Bill's trousers dropped to his ankles, and he thrust into her mouth and down her throat in one brutal motion. "Oh yes, bitch, that's it, take my cock down your fucking throat, you piece of shit whore."

He rammed in and out of her mouth, and she felt John pull her panties down her legs then push his hand between her thighs. The rape of her mouth was no less brutal than last time, her throat raw from the friction, drool and sperm spraying from her mouth as he rammed it home. John's fingers parted her labia and thrust into her dry vagina. It was painful, but the throat raping was worse. It didn't take Bill as long as David to start spurting, but he pulled out of her mouth so he could spray it over her face and hair.

She felt utterly degraded. The sperm was slowly sliding down her cheeks. "My turn," said John, and he took Bill's place, also holding her hair as he rammed into her defenseless mouth and down her throat. He pulled out far enough to deposit his cum into her mouth, then he pulled her head back by the hair and grabbed her throat. "Swallow it, you fucking whore, swallow it all, if you drop any I'll beat your face until every bone is broken!"

It was difficult to swallow with her head pulled so far back, but she managed to get most of it down, some dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

"You spilt some, you bitch!" yelled John, and he kicked her hard between the legs. The pain was unbearable, and she screamed into the gag, falling to the ground as he released her hair. She curled into a ball and sobbed.

"Put the cunt into the chair," said David. Bill and John reached down and grabbed an arm each. They literally lifted her into the air so that her feet left the ground and slammed her onto the chair that was placed by the window in her room. Her elbows crashed painfully into the back of the chair.

Jennifer sat miserably as the men moved around the room. She heard the sound of water going into the bath in the bathroom. She noticed the clock on the bedside table and was horrified to realize it had been less than an hour since the men had burst into her room. Less than an hour to utterly destroy her world. The chair seat was scratchy against her bare thighs. She looked down at her blue panties stretched between her knees, her skirt bunched round her waist, her neatly trimmed dark pubic hair visible to everyone in the room. Her arms were almost numb from being held tight against her back. Her breathing was ragged due to the belt round her neck.

David came over to her. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. He smiled, and held up her phone.

"We got some great photos, Jennifer. I'll be sending them to your husband later. Do you think he'll enjoy seeing his wife being taught to suck cock properly? I guess he'll be jealous he never got to experience it."

Fresh tears ran down Jennifer's cheeks. Could things get any worse than they already were? The thought of her husband seeing her like this was devastating.

David threw her phone onto the bed. He came over to her and grabbed her hair, turning her head up to look at him. Her scalp was in agony due to the constant pulling of her hair while they'd been fucking her throat.

"Now you know we're serious, Jennifer. So I hope you're going to be a good girl and not give us any trouble. If you give us any reason to be pissed off with you we'll go round to your house and make your daughter watch while we butcher your husband. Do you understand?"

Jennifer said nothing, she was overcome with horror. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" David screamed in her face, his spittle flying over her face. She nodded in fear, each movement pulling painfully on her hair.

David released her hair and stood up, smiling. "Good girl. I think we understand each other."

Bill and John came in from the bathroom. "The bath is full," said John.

"Good," replied David. "So, Jennifer. If I take that gag out will you be good and promise not to scream? Because if you do, it'll go straight back in and you'll be really sorry."

Jennifer blinked, and nodded. David reached forward and undid the strap at the back of her head. The gag was pulled from her mouth, but it was so stiff from being held wide open she had trouble closing it. Gradually some feeling and movement returned, and she licked her dry lips, disgusted by the taste of sperm.

"Stand up," said David. Slowly she got to her feet. The three men stared at her, this gorgeous woman in front of them, panties round her knees, skirt round her waist, dark pubic hair standing out against the pale of her skin, breasts exposed with the marks of the belt, nipples hard, lipstick smeared, mascara running, sperm on her face and in her hair.

"Listen carefully. I want to you to walk up to each of us and give us a nice juicy lover's kiss. Do you understand?"

Jennifer stared at them. They were smiling sadistically. Not a trace of mercy. "Please," she whimpered.

David spoke. "Bill, get me the cigarettes." Fear leapt in her stomach. "No, please!"

"You better do what I asked, bitch, or I'm going to burn your tits until they're unrecognizable, and then I'll start on your cunt."

"OK, OK, I'll do it!" she pleaded. She started walking forwards, her steps small due to the restriction of her panties round her knees. She stopped in front of David.

"Please," she whimpered, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Get on with it cunt, like I'm that useless prick of a husband of yours."

She leant forward and pressed her lips to his. His mouth opened and she forced herself to slide her tongue into it. He grasped her buttocks and pulled her against him. She could feel his cock hardening against her. It was the most disgusting and humiliating thing she had ever done. It seemed to go on forever before he pulled back. He nodded towards Bill. "Now him, cunt."

She moved to Bill and he grabbed her hair and forced her mouth onto his. Once again she forced herself to use her tongue as he slobbered into her mouth.

When he'd finished she walked to John and the kiss was repeated. He grabbed her breasts and painfully twisted them. Bill slapped her on the buttocks, the pain made her gasp.

"She's a better kisser than cock sucker," laughed Bill.

"Go to the bathroom," said David and Jennifer walked slowly in. "Kneel in front of the bath." She went down onto her knees. The bath was full of water. What was going to happen? Were they going to drown her? David bent down and spoke quietly into her ear.

"We're all going to fuck you now. We expect you to be very quiet, unless we want to hear something. If you make too much noise your head will go into the water. Do you understand?"

Jennifer nodded. She was so scared of these men she could hardly speak. David knelt behind her. She felt his fingers between her legs, parting her labia and pushing into her dry vagina.

"We're going to fuck you till you can't walk, bitch," he spat, and then his fingers were pulled away and replaced by his cock. She felt the tip penetrate her, and then she screamed as he thrust forward as hard as he could. The pain was beyond belief as he tore into her dry pussy. He grabbed her hair and thrust her head into the water to silence her. It was freezing cold and made her gasp with the shock as it hit her face.

He pulled out, and then rammed back in again. Her hips were slammed painfully against the hard edge of the bath. Bubbles rose to the surface of the water as Jennifer gasped and sucked in water. David thrust into her several times before pulling her head from the water. Water streamed from her hair, and he rammed into her again. She couldn't scream as she couldn't get any air into her lungs. She gasped and spluttered as her vagina was ruthlessly violated.

"Make the bitch scream," laughed John.

"She's pretty tight for a whore that's had a child," gasped David. He pushed her head back into the water and started to thrust harder. Jennifer was almost on the point of passing out when he pulled her from the water again. The banging of her stomach against the bath forced water that she'd ingested to pour out of her mouth. Her vagina was in agony as it was torn by the friction of the invading cock. She gasped more air desperately, then felt the warmth inside her as David came. He continued to thrust for a while longer before slowing to a stop. He used his grasp on her hair to turn her head to the side, and kissed her on her cheek.

"Not bad, slut," he whispered.

He released her hair, and then pulled out of her. She slumped against the bath, but had only a moments respite before Bill grabbed her hair and pulled her back to her knees. Always her hair. He pushed her over the bath, and then rammed into her in one brutal motion. She was now slightly lubricated by the sperm from the last rape, but Bill was much bigger and stretched her more. The tip of his cock slammed into her cervix, causing her to scream again, and Bill to push her head under the water to keep her quiet.

The rape was mercifully short, but more painful as every thrust banged into her cervix. Her head was only in the water once and her gasps and coughs when he pulled her out were enough to make him come as he shouted at her, "You fucking whore, take it, you piece of shit, you dirty slut!"

Bill finished by spitting onto her face as he pulled out of her. "Your go, John," he said as he did his trousers up.

"I'm not going in there after you two have been. Let's clean her out." He picked up the toilet brush, and knelt behind Jennifer. "Hold her up," he said, and the other two men pulled her over the bath. Jennifer assumed she was just going to be raped again, and started sobbing as she felt John part her labia with his fingers. Then she felt the prickly bristles of the brush touch her sensitive inner lips, before John used the full strength of his arm to ram the brush inside her. She of course screamed again, which made the two men holding her push her head into the cold water again.

The pain in her vagina as the stiff brush head tore at the sensitive flesh was unbearable. John rammed it right up her until it hit her cervix, already bruised from the last rape, then pulled it out and in brutally while twisting it to make sure the spiny bristles caused the maximum pain. She thrashed against the two men holding her but it was impossible to break free. She sucked in water as she tried desperately to breathe.

Her head was pulled from the water as John pulled the brush from her abused vagina. It was pink with blood. John threw the brush into the corner and replaced it immediately with his cock. He rammed it home, and Jennifer groaned with pain. She was beyond screaming, still gasping for breath. It took him hardly any time to come, and he when he pulled out his cock was covered in blood and come.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her round to face him. Standing up, he said "Clean my cock, you filthy whore" and pushed himself into her mouth. The taste was disgusting, and she gagged, but at least his cock was now getting softer so it wasn't the same ordeal as when it had been thrust down her throat earlier.

He slapped her face. "Come on cunt, use your tongue!" and she obeyed, too broken to try and resist.

Eventually she was left lying on the floor. They grabbed her arms and dragged her back into the bedroom. They pulled her panties off and made her sit on the bed with her legs spread wide. Pink-tinged sperm was leaking from her vagina. Her lips were red and swollen. Jennifer was so sore and tired she was barely aware of what was happening to her now.

David sat on the bed next to her. He slapped her face to make her concentrate on what he was saying. When that didn't do the trick he grasped her nipple and twisted it until she yelled and begged him not to hurt her again. He held up the picture of her husband and daughter, which triggered more crying from her.

"Listen carefully. This is the last time you'll see them," and he tore the picture up in front of her.

"Please don't!" she begged. The other two men were tidying the room up, packing up all her belongings into her bag and putting right any signs of a struggle.

"You're going to your new home now, to people who are not as kind as us."

Jennifer found it impossible to imagine anyone worse than these animals. David undid the handcuffs that were holding her wrists tied behind her back. Her arms had been held motionless for so long she was unable to move them. He took the belt from around her neck. Then he held her hand and slipped her wedding and engagement rings off. He looked at them closely.

"I hope your husband isn't a cheap cunt, I want to make a reasonable amount out of these."

Jennifer just cried silently as she watched him put them into his pocket.

John laid an outfit on the bed - jeans, a jumper, shoes but no underwear. Everything else had now been cleared away.

"Take your clothes off," David ordered. Jennifer obeyed, although it was difficult to get her arms and hands to work. She pulled off her ruined blouse and bra, then slid her skirt down her legs. She wasn't even feeling embarrassed at being nude in front of these men anymore.

"What's the time?" asked John.

"12:30," said David.

Bill smiled. "We've got plenty of time. And we haven't had her shitter yet."

"Yeah, I bet she's not had it up the ass before," said John.

David turned to Jennifer. She looked at him. "Please no," she whimpered.

David smiled. "Get on all fours on the bed," he ordered.

Jennifer groaned. She was hanging by her wrists in a dark room. More like a dungeon in fact. She had no idea how long she'd been here, but she knew she could be here for what seemed like days. Her toes were just scraping the ground, not quite enough to give her any support. Her arms and shoulders were screaming and every breath sent pain stabbing into her muscles. In fact, breathing was not that easy due to the stretched position of her chest. She was, of course, completely naked, but her breasts were decorated with nipple clamps. They bit painfully into her sensitive nipples, and strings attached to them were tied to the ceiling stretching them out painfully. Any movement caused them to pull even more painfully.

She didn't know how long she'd been in this hellish place. The last thing that had happened in her hotel room was the three men taking turns anally raping her. It had been complete agony, she was so tight they'd used the toilet brush again to open her up sufficiently, then they'd pounded away inside her without mercy. Each of them had forced her to clean her own shit off them with her mouth. Then they'd forced her to dress, given her some kind of drug, and walked her out of the hotel and into a car. She couldn't believe it was so easy to kidnap someone. The drug had made her confused and compliant, she was unable to make any protest or resistance.

She wasn't sure what had happened after that, and when she eventually came to her senses she was lying on a dirty mattress in a bare room. The door was locked, and no amount of yelling brought any help. When the door finally did open, she soon wished it hadn't. Five men came in, and after tearing her clothes from her while she begged and screamed they spent several hours raping her orally, anally and vaginally, often all at the same time. She had no idea who they were, or why they wanted to hurt her.

Then her training started. She was forced to do the most disgusting things, and if she refused or hesitated she would be punished in the most terrible ways - beatings, whippings, canings, burns to her breasts and genitals. Or being left tied in strenuous positions like she was now. And then she was told to do the same obscene thing again, punished if she didn't, and the cycle repeated until she eventually begged to do anything they wanted.

Fresh pain shot down her arms, and as she jerked her nipples screamed out as the vicious clamps bit deeper. She was being punished for refusing to suck a dog's cock. She couldn't imagine how anybody could be so vile as to force a woman to do things like that. But at least this torment was not as bad as the worst thing they did to her - electricity. Nothing compared to the pain as the current surged through her body. The electrodes clipped to her tongue, or ears, or nipples, or labia, or clitoris, or pushed deep inside her. After that she would willingly do anything they wanted to make it stop.

The door opened and a man came in. He walked round her, looking at her sexy, stretched, sweat drenched body. He pushed her in the back making her gasp as the movement awoke all the pains. He stood in front of her.

He smiled. "OK, cunt. Are you ready to suck that dog yet? And don't forget you've got to swallow every drop of his spunk when he comes."

He lifted an electric prod in front of her face, then deliberately pressed it to her stomach and slid it across her taut skin, through her pubic hair until the cold metal electrodes were positioned either side of her clitoris.

"Or do you still need a bit more encouragement?"