Isabel's Interview

Tears started rolling down her cheeks again from her beautiful green eyes and sweat started to glisten over her soft body. Her lovely blonde hair fell to one side and lightly touched the ground. She was such a sweet innocent girl that was naked, restrained and about to be raped by this unknown force.

Isabel felt the intruder snaking its way deep inside her, the head of the dildo was now halfway to her cervix and she felt her labia once again catching the sides of the dildo as its thicker body advanced inwards. She was feeling an unbearable pressure like sensation like she was slowly being filled up. She could also feel the stinging sensation from her vaginal walls being stretched apart and once more she pleaded with anyone who might be watching to please stop.

Isabel didn't think she could possibly take any more of this dildo so she looked at the screen on the tv. She was shocked to see there was still about 5 inches left that would also soon be inside her. She started to panic, her breathing was rapid and her heart was pumping furiously to accommodate the physical impact this dildo causing to her body. But then she heard another sound and the dildo stopped advancing and started to retreat back. Her canal walls let go of the beast and Isabel felt a strange empty feeling in her gut and vaginal passage where the dildo had once been.

Once again she thought that might be it. That she was too tight to be fucked like this. But she heard another click and felt the monster return and slide its way straight up her passage. This time it crept forward slightly quicker and further into Isabel's pussy then it had gone before. Isabel now felt the dildo pressing against her cervix, she looked at the screen, it was almost fully inside of her, just a couple more centimetres. She breathed like a women in labour trying to cope with being impaled by this awful device, she was determined to take it no matter how far it went in.

Her face was flushed. She looked at the screen and saw the very end of the dildo sinking into her like she was on a spit roast. Just when she thought she could feel the huge rod pressing into her bladder the dildo stopped and retreated once again. A feeling of relief washed over Isabel and the dildo that was well lubricated from her vaginal juices went back to its reset position.

Just as Isabel breathed a sigh of relief, WHAM! The dildo thrusted forward into her so powerfully it's momentum pushed her entire body forward against the metal frame. Isabel gulped as the dildo withdrew itself and again thrusted into her. The thrusts were so fast and so strong she couldn't help but moan every time it entered and knocked her cervix.

She thought to herself the vibrator before was actually pleasurable but this brutal beating in her pussy was not pleasant. It hurt Isabel and more tears started to fall from her eyes. The awful sight on the tv of this big black monster aggressively burrowing itself quickly into her vagina only to reappear and penetrate her again without regard was incredibly disheartening and looked awful. Her mind was almost made up now that she wouldn't make it through this and she lowered her head in despair.

Suddenly she noticed the speed of the dildo increase, 5 second ramming intervals now became closer to 3 seconds. She felt the rhythm get quicker and noticed the thrusts were not as deep but were getting quicker. Isabel actually noticed that it didn't feel quite as painful now. Mainly because the thrusts weren't punching her poor womb into her intestines or bladder making it feel like she needed to pee. Her vagina was now naturally adjusting its length to accommodate its new occupier.

The speed of the dildo now was now entering her repeatedly at the speed of the second hand on a clock. The pressure was still there in her cavity due to the enormity of the object, but the pain was subsiding and she could feel herself lubricating the beast. She looked at the tv and focused on her pussy to see if there was any visible damage. She was relieved to see everything still intact but could see the area between her legs was pinker than usual and very moist.

The trauma of the dildo actually made her forget about the silver appendage pointed to her anus and she gulped as she once again took notice of it on the TV. She had never had anything in her ass before and she hoped she never would.

The dildo was unrelenting and just kept coming at the same speed, but each time it slid out of Isabel's moist vagina, her space felt vacant. It was almost like she wanted it to stay inside her, on some maternal level and she now found her body actually looking forward to the next insertion. Her mind was now battling her physical responses that she could not override; after all she almost unwillingly had an orgasm earlier with the vibrator.

Isabel felt a little disappointed as the speed of the dildo slowed. She immediately looked at the screen to see what was happening and saw the beast withdraw to its original position where it stayed. Her vaginal muscles pulsed as they expanding and contracted in synchronicity from the memory of when the dildo was fucking her. But her whole body clenched when she heard a click and felt something freezing cold touching her hot little anus.

She looked at the screen and saw the ribbed silver rod edging forward, its target, Isabel's tight little ass. Just like when she tried to keep the dildo out, she clenched her butt muscles in resistance but felt the pressure increase. However by now, Isabel was tired and her strong will to resist was not the fire it once was. She let out a defeated sigh and relaxed her body. It felt good to let go as she rested on the supporting frames, surrendering her ass to the machine. Sensing this, the silver dildo plunged headfirst into Isabel's tight round butt.

The cold metal in her warm rectum felt like ice as the silver rod pierced her opening. Her sphincter was stinging as it sunk into her further and further and Isabel felt like her ass was being torn in two. She felt her colon widen as she was now impaled on three beads and it felt like she was taking a shit. She looked at the screen but thankfully her body saved her the embarrassment of doing such as thing publicly.

She could now feel the tip of the beaded dildo deep inside her rectum. She wasn't sure what to feel, it didn't feel bad, just unnatural. Isabel waited in anticipation for the anal dildo to start fucking her like the previous one, but it didn't. It just stayed right where it was, impaled in Isabel's ass so deep her ass was pinned, unable to even wriggle. Suddenly, the beaded shaft buzzed such a strong vibration it sent a jolt up her spine. Her hips reactively tried to buck but couldn't due to her now impaled rear.

It sent another jolt through her ass, and another. Isabel jumped every time. The jolts continued sporadically for a few minutes before ceasing. Every muscle in her body was twinging from the systemic clenching from each jolt until everything sensation focused on her ass again. As the silver rod slowly withdrew, Isabel felt like she really was going number 2. She looked at her ass on the tv screen and saw the silver beaded rod elegantly slide in and out, like the bow of a violin.

Isabel's eyes were widened and mouth opened wide in shock at this foreign feeling. Her body didn't know what to do. For what seemed liked 10 minutes, the rod just kept slowly and nicely sliding in and sliding out as Isabel held her breath out of disbelief.

Isabel's stomach dropped when she felt the low vibrating hum of the white ball on her clitoris again. The fact this area was already overstimulated made the sensation twice as powerful. Seconds later the dildo started edging into her vagina again, and again, gradually building its momentum. Despite the monster's wide girth, it slipped in and out of Isabel effortlessly now.

The strong synthetic cock was well lubricated from her sexual secretions and from Isabel's dilated pussy. She looked to screen and saw the attachments assaulting her private lady parts. The machine had achieved its goal of stuffing her holes with its intimidating appendages, and Isabel tried to prepare herself for the coming onslaught she knew was coming. Simultaneously she felt and saw on screen the dildo increase its speed, much faster than before.

The thrusts were still deep, but oddly satisfying and her body yearned to be refilled after each withdrawal. However her body's wish was granted as the speed gained velocity and its intensity. And as it did, the vibrator on her clit increased equally.

Isabel unintentionally let out a very sexual moan to alleviate the invigorating tension building inside her. She estimated the dildo ramming her pussy was fucking her about 3 times a second, each time sliding its way deep inside her canal with perfect accuracy. Being in a doggy style position and having the shaft in her ass, had pinned her vagina in perfect alignment for the monster dildo below to extend its full length uninterrupted. Isabel moaned again, louder this time as the ramming speed increased along with the intensity of the vibrator.

The rationale fear in her mind was now being replaced by a primitive emotional response working its way from her sex to her brain. This elicited uncontrollable sexual responses like heavy panting, louder moaning and her change of perspective of the situation. She couldn't help it; her body had betrayed her and was submitting to the onslaught. A lustful want and willingness overshadowed her disgust and reluctance and was winning the fight. Before long, she selfishly wanted it.

Again the speed and intensity of the stimuli increased, every breath was a satisfied moan with hints of disbelief, she was now uncompromisingly horny as she took stock of all the sensations she was feeling. The vibrator was aggressively massing her clit that was resonating into her G-Spot, her vagina was expanding and contracting and moistening, whilst her ass was filled with a tight pressured feeling coming and going. She almost forgot about her nipples which were now nice and numb.

The speed of the dildo became constant. it was entering her 6 times a second, but now the ass dildo came to life, and Isabel's eyes widened, mouth opened and head jerked back once she felt it. It started to vibrate and slide back and forth faster in the smallest increments along her rectum and anus. Her breath was withheld due to shock but a scream that naturally helped her cope was released from her gut and passed through her hips. She could barely control her breathing.

The broken words "oh myyy goddd!!" were barely audible as she felt something growing in her loins.

The anal buzzing increased and she could swear she felt the two dildos touching as they converged near one another. The speed her vagina was being rammed doubled and the highest intensity of the vibrator raged on. Isabel now couldn't help but elevate her moan to a scream, a scream that resonated each rapid pounding she received.

She took one last look at the tv before her eyes could no longer stay open, her pussy was now swollen and throbbingly red and her ass jiggling from the movements. Isabel's eye shut tight and teeth clenched.

Being locked and immobilised in this doggie style position meant that the machine had her in the perfect position for all its attachments and Isabel could only submit and let it happen. She couldn't resist any longer when the vibrator became erratic, giving inconsistent pulses she could not anticipate. Isabel was now screaming uncontrollably and her face was turning red. She was losing control of her pelvic muscles and the constant deep smashing of her pussy made her feel like she needed to pee.

The erratic vibrator in overdrive sent her crazy and would be the thing to send her over the edge. She knew an orgasm was close. The tide rose in her, deep within her loins. She was being rammed so hard and fast, she had been so brave.

The tingling feeling rose, she took a deep breath as best she could and let out a defeated moaning yell, almost as if to tell her captors "you got me!"

Her head started spinning when her clitoris erupted like a volcano, her whole body tensed, her hips quivered as electric shocks spread throughout her body. She broke out in a sweat as all her sexual energy was absorbed into her pussy as it contracted around the dildo as it still pumped her. Her body shook and her legs went into a spasm. She lost control of her pelvic muscles and she could feel her urethra relax and the warm gushing feeling that followed as urine ran down her inner thighs.

The vibrations and speed of the machine slowed and Isabel hung her head. The most intense orgasm she ever possibly could experience washed over her. The slow sliding in and out of the dildo in her pussy made it linger and prolonged the ecstasy until moments later it came to a complete stop. Isabel found it hard to breathe as she became very light headed. Her body went limp and collapsed on her restraints. She tried opening her eyes only to see red and then everything faded to black.

Isabel barely noticed or cared about the black velvet blindfold being slipped over her eyes or the faintly audible sounds of metal being unlocked and her body being lowered to the ground. She just laid there naked and comatose on the cold concrete floor. She lay on her side with her thighs slightly spread apart to avoid the sore feeling between her legs. Her heart had slowed and was pumping heavy whilst still feeling a euphoric sensation that felt like velvet wrapping itself around every muscle in her used and abused body. The concrete floor felt cool against her hot and sweaty skin.

After what seemed like a deep sleep, Isabel heard the faint sound of a door close which immediately snapped her out of her post orgasmic state. She realised that she was still not safe. She looked and saw her clothes and belongings neatly stacked in a pile next to her. On top was a small rectangular piece of paper.

She looked around, completely aware of her surroundings. The large warehouse room was now empty, the black curtains on the wall, the tv and the machine that fucked her so relentlessly was gone. It was just an empty space with the only light creeping in from the reception as it shone through an open door at the other end of the room.

With eyes fixed on the door, Isabel propped herself up on one knee like an athlete and poked around the pile of clothes for her car keys, she didn't even notice the sweat, urine and vaginal juices trickling down out of her down her inner thigh, or she didn't care. She was going to make a mad dash to her car and scream and fight anyone who tried to grab her. Her fight or flight response was in overdrive and she was now determined she was going to make it, she was going to live.

She crumpled her things together and like a sprinter in a starting block, leapt to her feet and sprinted for the door. Stumbling at first from the sore muscles in her pelvis, but quickly corrected herself to a limping run.

She ran through the door that led to the reception area she was in earlier and hurriedly opened the door to the outside. Without looking back to see if anyone was following, she bolted straight to her car. It was night time and the car park was deserted. She unlocked the car, jumped in the driver's seat, threw her pile of things onto the passenger side and closed the car door behind her all in one swift action. She started the car, put it into gear and quickly drove off. She looked back, but didn't see anything, no one was following her, all was quiet. She didn't care that she was driving naked.

She could barely sit her bum on the seat, her backside was so tender and she couldn't bring her legs together without it hurting. A few minutes later after some safe speeding, she was back on the highway, alone but safe. Isabel pulled her car over to the side of the highway, turned off the engine and cried.

Her body was utterly spent; the poor girl was exhausted, broken and full of emotion. But she was alive. She felt oddly proud of herself that she survived the ordeal and after 5 minutes of some heavy sobbing, she started putting her clothes back on awkwardly. Her muscles were fatigued and felt so sore, like after a heavy gym workout. She regained her composure and tidied herself for the drive. She was putting herself back together, but just wanted to go home.

Back at her apartment, Isabel took a long hot shower and inspected her private areas with a hand held mirror to see if there was any damage. Apart from her pelvic muscles feeling sore and tender, she determined that she was okay. She contemplated her next move which was calling the police or her GP but was reluctant out of embarrassment.

She put her pyjamas on and laid on her side on the couch in a bit of a daze. She looked at the pile of belongings she took with her from the warehouse and remembered that little piece of paper she didn't really look at earlier. She picked it up and gasped when she realised what is was. It was a cheque for $10,000 dollars.