Dawn’s Weekend of Torment Part 1 by Big Diaz

At the same time, Dave was really slamming her ass. Every shot caused her DDs to slam together. Dawn was also really good at being fucked in her ass, considering I had taught her almost everything she knew. As a matter of fact, except for tonight and the night a while back I had her gang raped, I was the only guy Dawn had let fuck her in the ass. Not even her husband got to fuck her like that.

I loved the sight of Dawn taking both Dave and me at once. She literally was sliding back and forth between us. Dave was hitting her really hard with his cock, but doing it in a way I knew maximized Dawn’s pain, but didn’t really endanger her. Obviously, a serious injury was off the table here. We didn’t want to have to answer a lot of questions, after all. But Dave was really sticking it to her.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I grabbed Dawn’s head and held her down on my cock, closing her throat so she couldn’t breathe. In moments, I was dumping my load, a particularly large one, into her.

She took it all, every single drop. I knew she would. The one time, years ago, that she tried to spit me out, was also the first time I hit her. She knew not to do that.

As soon as I backed out, Dawn dropped her face down again, crushing her tortured tits beneath her. It was only another minute before Dave came in her ass, marking the end of Dawn’s major fucking for the night. It was time to set her up to be humiliated and to think for the rest of the night.

I moved across the room toward a part we had deliberately kept dark earlier so Dawn wouldn’t see what was prepared for her. I made the final preparations while Dave recovered from using Dawn’s ass.

As soon as he was ready, Dave stood up and tugged on Dawn’s leash. Accustomed by now to being led like an animal, Dawn came up on all fours, ready to crawl wherever Dave led. She was still blindfolded, so she had no idea where she was going. All the better. It would make the shock of seeing where she was going to sleep even stronger.

Before he moved her, Dave added a metal buttplug, the kind with the crystal on the end, to Dawn’s ass. She was obviously crying at this humiliating device, and did not like having it inside her. But she voiced no complaint. She had learned that she was here to suffer pain and humiliation for our amusement, and knew that no complaint would make a difference, and probably would add to her pain.

Dave then started walking along at a reasonable pace, towing Dawn behind him. When they were about 3 feet away from where I was waiting, he stopped. Dawn waited patiently, knowing she had no choice. I am still amazed at her ability to debase herself. No reasonable human being would accept what was being done to her without a fight, yet here she was, nude, on her hands and knees, massive rack hanging beneath her, blindfolded, cuffed, and leashed, submitting to being led like an animal. Amazing.

Dave reached down and pulled the blindfold off Dawn’s head. I was looking right at her and could see the shock and horror in her eyes. Before her was where she was going to spend the night: a cage.

I could see Dawn was actually shaking as she looked at the cage, the rear door already open. It was a typical dog cage, about 4 feet long and 2 feet high and wide. Steel bars, which would keep her securely inside. There were also a few other add-ons that she could not comprehend right now. But she would soon.

Dave unclipped the leash while I removed the hobble chain. “Crawl inside, whore!”, was the command he gave. Dawn didn’t move, frozen with fear. Dave slapped her in her ass, still wet from the cum and lube leaking out of her. She did the only thing she could. Dawn crawled inside.

We moved quickly to lock her in tight. We first reached through the door and pulled each ankle to the side, where we locked each one to a ring on the side. Brass padlocks will not come loose, no matter how hard she fights.

Then we reached in and each grabbed an arm, pulling it back over her back. Dawn tried to fight us a little at this point. She didn’t understand what we were doing. She caught on when Dave held her wrists together while I put a padlock between her cuff rings.

Dave held her arms high while I slid the steel bar across the width of the cage. Dawn realized that she was about to be in for an even more uncomfortable night that she expected. A short length of chain from her cuffs to the floor of the cage prevented her from lowering herself down. That meant all her weight was hanging from her arms, pulling on her shoulder sockets. Her DDs hung free beneath her.

We didn’t want to waste the opportunity that massive rack brought with it. Dave had found what I had to agree was a devilishly clever idea to add to Dawn’s pain. They were two pairs of small but strong round magnets. Dave separated each pair, then reached inside the cage to hold one half on each side of Dawn’s left nipple. When they were about 2 inches apart, they leaped from his fingers to slam together, crushing her nipple between them. Dawn immediately screamed again, as they created intense pain, bulging the nipple out on all sides around it.

Liking what he saw, Dave attached the other pair to her right nipple in the same way, allowing them to fly to each other, the better to increase the pain factor. By this point, Dawn was wailing, struggling against the arm bar, whipping her DD tits back and forth, trying to escape the magnets’ crushing force. It did no good. The magnets stayed firmly in place, successfully resisting every effort to make them fall.

With that, it was time to add the final humiliation and pain device. To a mount on the floor between Dawn’s knees, Dave connected a short bar. Attached to the end of it was a magic wand vibrator. A little adjustment and it was set right on her clit. The cuffs and arm bar had her locked in tight enough there was no way she was going to be able to get away from its assault on her nub. A flick of the switch, and Dawn was on her way up.

Dave had explained to me what he was doing. Losing control of her body this way, Dawn had no control over when she came or not. This further reinforced her humiliation. But it also meant pain. While the 1st, 2nd, and even 3rd orgasms were exciting, after that, they became more and more painful. He said that after a night with the wand on her, any stimulation to her clit would cause even more pain. That’s just the sort of sadistic idea he would have.

At Dave’s direction, I reached inside and replaced the blindfold. He figured that she would fear the blindness even more than the dark. The clang of the cage door, followed by the click of the heavy padlock, sealed her inside for the night.

With that, Dave decided it was time for Dawn to rest, so we headed upstairs. Well, what he really meant was that she was going to spend 6 or 8 hours chained in that very painful position, unable to move, unable to do anything but suffer. The sound of the vibrator went well with her screams, echoing around the basement. I wondered what we would find in the morning.

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