Edie

SasatheShy

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Chapter Twenty: Amana’s Torment

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Miserably, Amana sat curled in a ball. She avoided eye contact with the scary woman sitting beside her as the carriage trotted them through the forest. She could not make out where the two strangers were taking her. All she knew was that at least an hour or so had past, and that it was getting late. She was sure that, by this time, Tonisha was worried sick, and putting out a search to find her.

At least, she was praying that Tonisha was.

She did best to keep scooted far from the woman, not wanting to be touched. The silky material restraining her mouth and wrists irritated her skin, rubbing and causing Amana to ache. She pondered why this woman thought she was Edie, and what Edie had done to cause the woman so much anger. She had mentioned Cain, but -- everything was too puzzling. Amana did not want to think about it. She only feared what could happen to her. The thought of death made Amana feel sick to her stomach.

“It’s not fair,“ Amana soon heard the woman whisper. Slowly, Amana looked over at her, trembling. “I’ve been with Cain for -- so many years, now. He hardly notices me, even though he -- begged me to be his wife.”

Wife? Amana’s eyes widened, causing Verity to cackle.

“You didn’t know?” she asked. “Well then, it would seem that Cain’s kept things from both of us, Miss Edie.”

Amana shook her head. She muffled as she tried to speak, but the black silk prevented her from doing so.

“Well, I suppose now it doesn’t matter,” smirked Verity. “After tonight, he’ll have to see that I’m far more better for him. And you, Miss Edie? Well -- let’s just say you’ll be sorry you ever talked with my Cain.”

When the carriage stopped, Amana’s muscles tensed. She could feel her fear rising as Verity grabbed her arm, and forced her to get out of the carriage. Amana groaned. Verity had a tight grip on her arm, causing the woman’s long nails to push into Amana’s skin. But this did not concern Amana. Her attention gazed over a large, gray, dull building highly armed with Cretchens. She looked up at the fat Cretchen that had been at the reins of the carriage. He stayed put as the gate opened. Verity dragged Amana through it, and soon had her inside.

Verity grinned at all the men watching them pass by. She was enjoying this, but Amana had a lump the size of an orange in her throat. She could feel moist warmth trickling her cheeks.

She was crying.

“Mm…” she sniffed as Verity laughed.

“It’s useless,” Verity told her. “You and I are in the largest jail block in all the land. It is run by Cain, himself. You cannot escape.”

They spiraled down and down, going deeper and deeper underground. Amana started to feel queasy, afraid of what greeted her at the end of the tunnel. She bowed her head, knowing she could not fight this. A Cretchen guard followed behind them, making sure she obeyed Verity’s demands. Every step seemed to drag on, and she started to think that there was no end. When they finally reached the bottom, her feet ached terribly. She stared up at the heavy, steel door, watching as Verity turned to the Cretchen.

“The key?” Verity demanded while putting out her empty hand.

Grumbling, the Cretchen gave Verity a small, copper key. “This idea of yours…”

“Is brilliant,” she interrupted. “Stop worrying. Even if Cain did find out that you helped me, I‘m sure he‘d go easy on you -- Besides, I want him to find out. I want him to suffer, and I want this girl to suffer.”

Rolling his eyes, the Cretchen opened the steel door, allowing Verity to take Amana inside. He closed the door behind them, and waited on the other side as Verity escorted Amana down the long, skinny hallway.

“You’re in for a real treat,” snickered Verity.

Crying, Amana peered ahead at a small cell. Was she going to be locked up? Was that it? A simple kidnapping, and nothing more? Well -- it did not seem too tragic. Amana was sure there was a search for her going on, by now. And she knew that the real Edie would be looking for her.

That’s what friends did, after all. They helped one another. Amana was certain.

Soon, she had been led up to small, metal bars. As she stared into the cell, she saw that it was not empty. There, two men sat staring up at her and Verity. Seeing them made Amana freeze over. She was confused.

“Hello,” Verity cooed. “I’m back.”

Grinning, Gil got to his feet. He stepped up to the bars as Bo followed right behind him, stretching his arms first while eyeing Amana up and down. Amana started to tremble as these two strange, old men stood just opposite of her.

“So you are,” Gil said. “And who’s this?”

“The gift,” Verity grinned. “As promised.”

Gil rested his hands on the cool bars. He inched his face towards Amana, showing he was interested. “Mm… She’s cute. Guess Bo and I should have trusted in ya more, Verity. We weren‘t so sure.”

“I never tell a lie,” Verity laughed. She sighed. “She’s yours for the night. You may do as you wish with her.. But just make sure to fuck her up good.”

Amana’s eyes bulged. She shook her head as she tried pulling away. This made Gil laugh.

“Look, she’s scared of us,” he said. “Mm… But she’s adorable. Bo and I accept. Don’t we, Bo?”

Bo merely nodded. He stretched his neck, popping it as he kept his eyes on Amana.

“Good,” Verity said. She undid the black lace covering Amana’s mouth. As it fell, Amana’s stuttering voice took over.

“P -- please,” Amana begged. “P -- please.. Please..?”

Both Gil and Bo turned and walked back to their places. Bo sat down as Gil leaned against the wall. Gil was grinning madly while Bo fidgeted with his hands.

“Shut up,” Verity yelled. She placed the copper key into the keyhole on the cell door. Twisting it, a click was heard. Untying the silk around Amana’s wrists, Verity was greeted by two hands pulling on her dress.

“Please --!” Amana cried.

Growling, Verity threw Amana into the cell. Amana cried out as she fell to the floor. She shook, and did not make eye contact with the two cellmates as she turned to try and escape. It was too late, however. The cell door was again closed and locked.

Shaking uncontrollably, Amana reached a hand out to grab at Verity’s dress. “Please -- let -- me out…?”

“Get off!” Verity hissed. She glared down at Amana. “This is a little something I like to call sweet revenge. But do not worry, Miss Edie, I’ll come for you in the morning… That is -- if you’re still breathing.”

Swiftly, Verity turned on her heels as she marched away.

“No!” Amana cried. “C -- come back! I’m n -- not Edie! I’m…!” she whimpered as Verity left behind that large door on the other side of the hallway. “I’m -- not…”

The cell’s disgusting stench greeted Amana. Urine. Other. And these two men. Slowly, she turned her back to the cell as she looked over at them. The man known as Bo leaned forward in his seat as he eyed her. The other man, Gil, smirked as he moved off of the wall.

“If your name’s not Edie, then what is it?” he asked her.

Surprised, Amana gulped. “A -- Amana… I’m -- not Edie…” She was hoping by telling them this that they’d somehow get Verity to come back.

“Not Edie?” Gil asked, showing that he was obviously enjoying teasing her. He nor Bo believed her. Or they did, and it had been so long since they’ve gazed at a pretty, young woman.

She shook her head at them. “N -- no… I’m not.”

“Well then, Amana,” said Gil. “Tonight’s your unlucky night.”

Amana had some seconds of panic before realizing the two men started pulling off their clothes. She watched with her back against the cell bars, fearing for her life. When the two men soon stood naked in front of her, she could not even react to their erect, large penises, hairy stomachs, and balls as they grabbed for her. Hoisted to her feet, she shook and pushed against Gil’s chest as the two started massaging their large, nasty hands all over her petite body. While Gil worked her front side, Bo admired her back.

“Let’s get this off.” Gil moved his hands up. He lowered Amana’s dress forcefully, almost ripping it as Bo helped.

“No…” Amana cried. She shook her head, pushing back against Bo as her breasts fell out. She turned her head, feeling humiliated.

“So big,” Gil grinned. “You’re young, but you’ve got great tits!”

Feeling her dress at her ankles, Amana quivered as Gil’s massive hands squeezed her beautiful, bountiful mounds. They did sag some. She winced as his pointer fingers rubbed along her dark, small nipples. Bo was looking over her right shoulder, rubbing her clothed behind roughly as he stared down at her breasts.

“They’re soft and warm,” Gil cackled. He released them as he and Bo lowered Amana’s undergarment. They forced her padded shoes off, as well, tossing both aside as Amana’s tears continued to pour from her eyes.

Knowing she was naked made Amana break down. She whined as her legs wobbled. Bo caught her from falling. He placed his arms beneath her armpits before dragging her over to the bench. Gil had his hands on her hips.

Bo sat down, and brought Amana down onto his lap. She squealed, for she felt his large, skinny penis touch her skin. She looked up just as Gil grabbed her legs. He lifted her legs into the air, pushing them together. Bo took her legs and forced Amana’s feet over his shoulder. Her feet pressed against the wall. Amana tried to break free, but Bo was overly strong, and he held her still. Amana’s head was forced against Bo’s penis as her bare, hairy vagina and butt hole greeted both the cell’s cold air and Gil’s hungry, disgusting face.

“Fuck,” Gil groaned. He admired what he was witnessing. “It’s been too long, Bo. This is -- fucking great.”

Pleading with tears, Amana watched Gil’s head disappear behind her legs. When a sticky something started lapping at her vagina, she squealed and tried to wiggle her legs free.

Gil chuckled as he hungrily ate Amana’s vagina. His mouth stuck deep between her vaginal lips as he licked up, down, and around. He bit at her clitoris, causing her to cry out in shock while Bo held her steady.

“N -- no…” Amana whined. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Something didn’t feel right. She shook her head, not understanding this odd sensation. She was a virgin, and she’s never played with herself. She did not know what to expect -- but surely she’d be disgusted by these men’s intruding bodies. “Ah…!” She shook her head… Something was building up inside of her, but she had no time to discover what that was. She groaned as Gil pulled away.

It had felt -- bizarre, yet Amana was still crying.

“Damn,” Gil chuckled. He wiped at her vagina using two fingers. Lifting them, he moved his fingers into Amana’s face, showing off an odd white substance that made Amana gap. “Look at how wet you are.”

“Uh…” Amana trembled. She looked away, causing Gil to laugh.

“Don’t be shy,” he uttered. He looked to Bo. The two men nodded at each other. Bo spread Amana’s legs.

Gil used his fingers to spread Amana’s vagina wide open. He pushed at some dark hairs before peering inside of her. “Mm… God, I’ve fucking missed this.” Standing, Gil grabbed his penis.

Amana stared at the penis. It wasn’t that big, but it was thick and fat. It was scary looking, as were the two hairy balls beneath it. Amana started to panic as she tried getting loose. She shook violently as the tip of Gil’s penis touched her vagina.

“No!” she cried. “No…” She shook her head as she stared up at Gil. “Please?”

Ignoring her pleas, Gil rubbed his tip over her two entrances. He pressed it against her vaginal hole, and soon, as a deep groan left him, he pushed inside of her.

Indescribable pain coursed throughout Amana’s body, rising up from her vagina. She threw her head back, wailing as Gil’s thick penis grinded her insides. She whined as it pulled out, then pushed back in. She jumped, and shook her head as Bo ached for his own penis to be pleased. Pushing her head back, he forced his long, skinny penis into her mouth, causing Amana to squeal with shock.

“Oh --” she heard Gil moan as he rammed her. He laughed a bit. “You were a virgin, then?”

“Mm…!” Amana mumbled. Bo’s penis had hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

“No biting now,” chuckled Gil as he continued to thrust. “We wouldn’t want to have to punish you, now would we?”

Amana could only describe her experience as a nightmare. She groaned as these two men caused her excruciating torment. She could feel her body heating up, and her being inexperienced at sex was causing her to feel unwelcoming build-ups that she was afraid could cause her body damage. As Gil continued to pound her vagina hard, the pain started leaving her, becoming replaced by an unusual sensation. She could feel something within her vagina increasing, causing her legs and behind to shake wildly.

Not understanding, Amana moaned out of instinct. She groaned a bit, whining as she closed her eyes. Whatever was nearing, she knew it was close. Whatever was wanting to escape her was causing her to feel frightened. These two men were raping her, yet having one penis in her vagina and the other in her mouth was making her body go insane.

Gil’s penis overfilled Amana’s vagina. She could feel it deepening inside of her, and she was worried it’d split her wide open. She was becoming warmer with every second. It felt as if her vagina was suctioning around Gil’s penis, not wanting to let go.

But Amana wanted to let it go.

A sudden, electrified shock came over her. Gasping, Amana pulled her mouth off of Bo’s penis as her head flew up. She cried out as something sticky began pouring out of her. She saw that Gil was amused. He pulled out his penis just as clear liquid sprayed over the floor.

Amana shrieked. What was that stuff? Why was it flowing out of her vagina like a fountain? And why did it make her body feel so good?

It had been short and quick, but it left Amana bouncing up and down out of control as Gil and Bo laughed at her. She was so embarrassed, but the aftershock of what she had just felt made her block out the two inmates laughter.

Shaking his head, Gil smirked arrogantly. “Fuck, Bo. We got ourselves a squirting girl. Mm… I love me some pussy that squirts.”

As her eyes widened, Amana realized what had just happened. She could hardly believe that these men had made her done -- that! Her entire body went red as she flushed over. More tears left her eyes as the two forced her to her wobbling feet. After her first, real orgasm, she could hardly stand. She was forced to lean on Gil while Bo readied for a turn inside her.

Not sure what to do, Amana found herself following Gil. She watched Gil sit on the bench. She groaned as Bo got behind her, pushing her back down and making her behind go into the air. Amana cried as she shook her head. “P -- please…”

“Come now,” Gil chuckled. “Just try to enjoy it.”

Barely able to stand on her feet, Amana whined as she felt Bo’s penis touching her vagina, this time. She was afraid, for his penis was much longer than Gil’s, even if it wasn’t as thick. It had to be, at least, eleven inches. Four or so more than Gil’s.

In a single, swift motion, Bo had his penis all the way inside of Amana’s moist entrance. Amana squealed as her legs trembled. She somehow managed to stay on her feet as Bo started fucking her from behind. This sudden, new penis caused some affliction on Amana’s already sore, numb, tired vagina. She whimpered a bit, soon getting Gil’s penis thrust inside of her mouth. She suddenly felt her stomach churning as she tasted her own cum in her mouth that was on Gil’s penis. Her hands found themselves resting on Gil’s very hairy legs as her breasts swayed back and forth. Gil reached a hand up to squeeze her left breast, causing her to squeal.

Bo had his turn, for a while. He had made Amana orgasm, but she didn’t squirt. She only became wetter, and more scared. Once Bo had pulled out of her, the two men let her fall to the floor. She could not hold herself up. She wiggled a bit, thinking it was over. She didn’t think anymore could come from her humiliating rape.

The inmates gave Amana only a minute or so, watching her sitting there while they stroked their penises. But they wanted more, and they decided that it’d be very hot to have her at the same time. Together, they lifted Amana back on her feet. She tried pulling away from them, crying as she grabbed a cell bar.

“H -- help!” she called out, but no one came.

“Stop resisting, girl,” grumbled Gil. “We’ve got the whole night ahead of us. Don’t we, Bo?”

Nodding, Bo pulled Amana close to him as Gil got onto the floor.

“Alright…” sighed Gil as he relaxed his back to the floor. He watched Bo struggling to move Amana down over Gil. Gil managed to slide his penis into her vagina as her tears increased. Gil wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, feeling her breasts squeezing down on his hairy chest. “There now…”

Sniffling, Amana was waiting for Gil to thrust his hips. But after some seconds, she could feel something prodding at her second entrance. She gasped and turned her head, seeing Bo getting behind her.

“N -- no…!” Amana cried. She shook her head. “P -- please -- don’t --! Ah!” Amana closed her eyes tightly shut as she felt her butt hole cracking open. Bo’s penis pushed deep inside as Gil’s own penis stayed comfortably within her vagina.

“Eek…!” she shrieked as both penises penetrated her. The two men started to fuck her together. While receiving pleasure from Gil’s penis pounding her vagina, she was getting intense pain from Bo’s penis pounding her behind.

“Ah…” she gaped. “N -- no…” She lowered her head, making sure to avoid Gil’s entertained grin. He pushed her shoulders up some in order to view her jiggling breasts. Amana continued to cry. Both her entrances felt warm and sticky. She could feel her body was reacting to the two different feelings. “No.. No…”

She heard Bo grunting behind her. Her butt hole was so tight and hot. It was driving Bo crazy. He arched his head back as his hands rubbed her butt-cheeks roughly.

Minutes passed, or so it seemed. Amana grew exhausted. She had fallen against Gil’s chest, soon shivering as the two pulled out of her. Hoping for a rest, she groaned as they merely switched places. She shuddered as Bo and Gil turned her around, lifting her legs high, but keeping them spread apart. Now with her back resting against Gil, she wailed as Gil’s penis took a turn inside her behind while Bo pushed his filthy penis into her vagina. Her behind was getting used to the grinding penis, and it was a slight relief, since Gil’s was shorter than Bo’s.

“Uh…” Amane could feel her eyes rolling back into her head. She never thought the human body could experience such -- odd touches, and the feeling was beyond comparison. She wanted to protest this, even though her body seemed to be loving it. “Uh…”

Her entire body was moist from sweat. She leaned her head back, groaning as her vagina spewed more cum. She sniffled as she released, hoping that the two men hadn’t noticed. They continued to fuck her, grunting and panting every few seconds. Soon, the two stopped. Gil decided it was time for a new position.

Amana was pushed to the ground. She wailed as her back hit the cold, stone floor. She stared up at the two naked, ugly men as they determined who’d go first, this time. Bo would go, then Gil.

Shaking her head as Bo got between her legs, Gil rounded to her front and sat beside her head. He grinned down at her as Bo pushed into her vagina again. Bo started ramming hard as Gil reached both of his hands out to fondle with Amana’s breasts.

“Oh…” cried Amana as Bo drilled her hard. His penis grinded back and forth, causing Amana’s insides to churn and make squishy noises. It was clear that her vagina was wanting the penis, even if she wasn’t.

Panting loudly, Amana gasped as Gil’s large, moist lips latched onto her right nipple. He suckled her nipple hard, grinning like a madman as Amana shook her head back and forth. Her hands laid over her sides, doing nothing but shaking. She wanted to hit these men, but knew that if she did, there’d be major consequences. At least, she was sure.

“Getting close?” Gil asked Bo. When he received a nod, Gil looked down at Amana. “You’ve been a good girl… Very patient. How should we reward you?”

Gasping, Amana felt Bo lean down onto her, forcing her legs to rise, and rest on his shoulders. She could feel his long, hard cock going as far as possible inside her. She could feel it almost entering her womb, causing this new vibration to come over her. She scratched her nails along the hard floor as she cried out. She started to shake as Bo fucked her, realizing he had found her weak spot.

With an orgasm trying to escape her, Amana did not notice Gil’s hands sneaking over her face, forcing her jaw to open. Amana’s eyes widened as she stared up at Gil, watching with disgust as he spit a load into her mouth… As the gunk hit her tongue, a long, heart-breaking squeal echoed throughout the room. When Gil’s hand covered her mouth, she moaned as he ordered, “Swallow it.”

Having no other choice, Amana did. The taste was unbearable, and made her feel gross all over. She shivered as Gil’s hand left her lips. She felt even worse as he gave her her first kiss. She closed her eyes as she waited for it to be over. Bo’s penis continued to jam her vagina with great force. She could hear him loudly huffing.

Pulling his lips off of Amana’s, Gil looked up at Bo and smirked. “Release inside.”

Did -- she hear that right? Quickly, Amana looked up and shook her head violently. “NO!” she tried pulling away, but Bo’s grip on her tightened. “No! N -- not inside… Not inside! P -- please…!”

Perhaps Amana was not used to sex, but she knew what could happen from it. She cried loudly as Bo didn’t seem close to stopping.

“Please…?” she pleaded. “Not -- in --- side…!” She shrieked. At that moment, she could feel something warm shooting deeper inside her. Her head flew back. Her toes curled. She kept getting filled as an orgasm found her. Bo’s seed and her cum flowed out of her as his penis exited her.

“Hell yes,” Gil groaned. “That’s what I like to see. Alright. My turn.”

Amana’s cherry-sized eyeballs formed new tears as Gil positioned his penis next. He plunged into her, causing Bo’s seed to push further in, and causing some to spill out.

“Ah…!” Amane shrieked. Bo had gone to rest on the bench. He sat down and sighed as he watched Gil take his turn. Now, Amana’s legs rested wide-spread on the floor.

“Yeah,” panted Gil as he thrust his hips hard. “Yeah -- just like that. Enjoying it, huh?” Gil picked up his pace, moving as fast as he could. His hairy balls slapped against Amana’s skin as her breasts bounced up and down to the quick beat.

“Nn…” Amane cringed. She continued to shake her head. As Gil grasped and squeezed her breasts, Amana’s entire back arched just as she felt his own seed entering her. “Ah…!”

“God fuck,” Gil moaned. He pulled out of her slowly, causing a sucking noise as Amane squirted slightly. “There.”

With Gil joining Bo to rest, the two left Amana alone on the cold floor. Her hair was now falling out and a mess. Her entire body glazed with sweat. Her heart was nearly pounding out of her chest as her breasts rose and fell with every heavy breath she took. Both her vagina and behind rattled uncontrollably as she tried took in the aftermath of her rape. Gil and Bo’s mixed seed continued to ooze out of her. Her legs remained open, for she could not move her body. All she could do was lie there, tormented and embarrassed.

And she had Edie to thank.

This was all due to her being mistaken as Edie. All -- that had just happened had to be Edie’s fault.

Right?

Sniffing, Amana finally managed to close her legs slowly. She closed her eyes and cried.

No -- she could not blame Edie. Edie wasn’t at fault. And Edie was still her friend; still her best friend.

If Amana ever saw Edie again, she knew that she could not hate Edie.

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It was now late at night. Tonisha laid in her bed, tossing and turning. For some unknown reason, she could not get to sleep. She sighed. An image formed in her mind. An image of Amana. Was that it?

Slowly, Tonisha sat up in bed. She realized that she had not seen Amana since the girl took out the trash some hours earlier. She was most likely asleep in bed, but Tonisha wanted to make sure.

Getting up, Tonisha covered her nightgown over with a see-through simple robe. She left her room and headed just next door. She lightly put her hand on the handle to Amana’s room and turned it.

Opening the door a crack, Tonisha peeked her head in. She eyed Amana’s unmade, empty bed. Seeing this made Tonisha raise a brow. That was odd. Perhaps, then, that Amana was in the toiletry? Tonisha closed the door and went to check.

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Sharp knocks to her bedroom door made Edie shoot awake. She swiftly sat up and held her head as she got out of bed. She eyed her bouquet of flowers for a brief second before going over to her door.

Who could it be so late?

Yawning, she opened it to find Tonisha standing there in a panic. “Tonisha?”

“Where’s Amana?” Tonisha asked, showing she was scared.

“Amana?” Edie gaped. “Shouldn’t she be asleep?”

“I checked,” Tonisha said. “She’s not there -- you search down here while I head upstairs.”

Now Edie was worried. She did as Tonisha asked. She entered Leigh’s room, but Leigh wasn’t there. Guessing Leigh was upstairs entertaining a man, Edie checked on other rooms, and even in the kitchen.

Frowning, Edie looked about. She looked down, noticing that the trash bag was missing. Surprised, Edie quickly rushed outside. She halted, finding the trash bag on the ground in the dark. Edie grabbed it and looked about.

She called, “Amana!” into the darkness, but received nothing but dog howls and barks. Shivering, Edie quickly went inside to inform Tonisha of what she found.

In minutes, a sharp, frightened cry leaving Tonisha’s mouth made the entire inn wake up.

“AMANA!”

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Some hours had passed. Amana wasn’t sure what time it was, but she was certain that it was still dark outside. Sniffing, she laid between the two oldies. They slept on either side of her. The cell stunk from their foul play. Occasional bizarre noises kept Amana from falling asleep. She just couldn’t sleep. She could hear rats scurrying in the walls, and prisoners some floors up laughing or shouting or screaming. The place terrified her.

Sighing, Amana’s eyes shot open when she felt a familiar sensation come to her.

She had to pee.

Careful so not to wake the two men, Amana slowly got to her feet and moved out from between them. She crawled over to the bucket, and grabbed it. It was nasty, but she knew she couldn’t hold it in. She slowly knelt, ready to release. But before she was able to, a firm grip tightened on her shoulder.

Jerking her head back, Amana stared up at Gil and Bo’s smirking faces. Frightfully, Amana shook. She was surprised that they had woken up.

“Need to take a piss?” Gil asked. He grabbed her as Bo picked up the bucket.

“Ah…” Amana tried to fight. “No…”

Unable to do a thing, Amana was forced to the ground as Gil got behind her. He forced her legs apart as Bo set the pail below her vagina. She sniffed, knowing what they wanted from her even before Gil started to speak.

“Go ahead,” he smirked. “Piss.”

Whimpering, Amana closed her eyes. She shook her head as she tried holding it in. Her vagina clamped as she tightened her muscles, keeping her pee in.

“Aw,” Gil said, sounding disappointed. “Come on, now. It’s not good to hold it in. You might as well, darling. Ya can’t hold it in forever.”

To her dismay, Amana knew the old fart was right. Making sure her eyes stayed closed, Amana leaned her head back as she sadly released.

Gil and Bo watched as urine flowed out of Amana’s vagina. She missed the pail, at first, due to Bo’s fault. He quickly caught it as Gil chuckled. It hit the bottom, and spread out.

Never had Amana felt so humiliated. She knew that her entire body was bright red. She knew that these two men were enjoying watching her urinate. She tried thinking other things as she relieved herself. She thought of the inn, her work, and her friends. “Nn…” She sighed once she had finished. She opened her eyes, watching as Bo set the pail off to the side.

“Good girl,” Gil whispered into her ear. “Oh, but what’s this? We don’t really have anything for you to wipe yourself with. Hmm… Guess we’ll have to use the next best thing.”

Tensing, Amana trembled as her behind was forced into the air. Gil had easily lifted her legs, making them cover over Amana’s head.

Whimpering, Amana shouted, “No!” as Bo got his face into her vagina. “No…” She gasped as Bo started licking her.

She leaned her head back. She whined as Bo lapped at her hole and clitoris. She knew this familiar feeling returning. She shook her head. No. She couldn’t! She was already too exhausted; too weak; too numb. But Bo’s tongue was causing her to heat up all over again. She opened her eyes, finding Gil’s erect penis staring at her. She cried.

When two fingers dug into her vagina, Amana squealed uncomfortably. She peered down, watching in horror as Bo’s fingers clung to her insides.

“I want to see ya squirt again,” Gil grinned. “And Bo’s a magic man. If anyone can make ya squirt, he can.”

“P -- please, no…” Amana whined. She gasped, and arched her head back. She groaned, knowing this familiar feeling building up inside her. She could feel the inside of her vagina heating up.

Why? Why did it feel so good? Amana could not understand how these men manipulated her vagina so gloriously. She hated the fact that they could even do so! Even when she did not want it.

But her body was loving it.

“EE --” Amana’s eyes widened. Her legs automatically spread a bit as she felt it coming. It was coming out -- she could not hold it in any longer. With a great shriek, Bo’s fingers sped out of her, and she sprayed all over. The white substance resembling water squirted out of her vagina, hitting Bo, the floor, and herself. She heard Gil clapping his hands while keeping her legs up.

“Damn,” he cackled.

Amana was trembling terribly. Her entire body was out of control. Her vagina vibrated and shook. Unrecognizable sounds left her throat as Bo’s fingers pried right back into her. Too soon…! It was too much. Amana could hardly think straight. She was still being held by Gil, but even so, she could not feel her body. She felt nothing but her aching vagina. She could feel Bo’s fingers working her again, faster and harder, getting down deeper to her womb.

In seconds, she squirted again, spraying Bo’s fingers as he pulled them out.

“GAH!” Amana gasped. Her dazed eyelids fluttered as her body wobbled. The very fact that her body was feeling pleasured made tears pour from her eyes. She could not resist this, even if she wanted to. She felt broken, but they kept giving her more.

Soon, it was not fingers entering her. As Bo’s hardened penis forced its way inside of her, Amana released a blood-curdling shriek that was sure to have been heard by the entire prison block.

Too soon! Too soon! Surely, she’d explode, if they kept this up. Something bad could happen to her fragile body. How much more could her vagina take? How much more cum could her vagina release?

“Fucking nice,” Gil laughed as Bo’s penis plundered the soaked hole.

Bo worked his penis professionally. He inched it perfectly, hitting at Amana’s weak spot deep within her vagina. With every thrust he gave, he and Gils’ ears would be given a welcoming, startling squeak by the frail girl. He knew that she was going to have another orgasm. He took a few more hits before pulling his penis out of her. He was awarded by the largest spray of cum he’s ever forced out of a woman. He and Gil gaped as Amana soaked everyone, including getting some outside of the cell. Her scream echoed the walls. Gil let her go and stood, watching with surprise as she rattled about on the floor, bouncing out of control from the impact. She flopped like some fish out of water, having orgasm after orgasm from the single impact caused by Bo‘s large penis.

“Shit,” Gil moaned. He especially enjoyed the fact that her breasts jiggled on key with the many orgasms.

He knew he needed to give it a try.

Without giving Amana the time to recuperate, Gil grabbed at her waist and pushed inside of her. He thanked Bo as Bo hoisted up Amana’s puppet-like legs. Her legs had gone very numb, and her skin was pale.

“Uh -- uh…” she whimpered as Gil started to pound her.

“Come on,” Gil growled. “Come on -- a bit more -- I want to --”

As Gil’s penis took its turn, Amana felt dead. She could no longer shake her head. She could no longer cry, nor plead for her rape to stop. Amana could only react to her abused body’s craves for the man’s penis. She was slightly lifted off the ground as Gil had his turn. She could feel his thickness sticking to her wet insides. Her eyes were filled with so much moisture that all she could make out was light. It was almost like heaven.

Soon, Amana was drooling. She gave off a final squeal as she released again. Gil pulled out his penis. He lifted his arms as Amana’s cum squirted onto his stomach. “Mm…!”

Bo dropped Amana. She hit the ground hard as she took in the aftereffect of yet another extreme orgasm.

Her hellish nightmare was nearing its end. When she was able to see again, she found Gil and Bo stroking their penises over her face. She gasped as they released onto her face.. Their seed spilled into her nostrils and mouth.

Amana laid there, abused and broken. She panted heavily as Gil and Bo stepped back to admire their work. She rested her head in her own cum as she stared up at the ceiling.

“Let’s give her about an hour,” she heard Gil say. “Then, we can continue our fun.”

Moaning, Amana soon got control of herself. Slowly, she hugged her body as tears escaped her eyes. Turning on her side, she heavily cried as she prayed for dawn to come.

She wanted out… Now, she was not so sure if she could forgive Edie.

Closing her eyes, Amana continued to cry. She silently awaited more torment and affliction, knowing that the night ahead was going to be a long one.