A/N -trigger warning: uh... it bad.  kidnapping, non cons, violence, sadism, the big r... yeah read at your own risk...

I thought because I was ugly that I was safe. It was what made me careless. I walked alone back and forth to school hundreds of times without thought. Even as I stared into the smiling face of my kidnapper, I was more confused than frightened when the needle went into my arm. I hardly felt it. I didn't think to fight. I wasn't even sure what was going on.

The trip was surreal to me. The drugs they gave me made me pliant and dazed. I couldn't understand what they were saying between them. I tried explaining that my parents weren't rich enough to pay a ransom, and it didn't even occur to me that they all showed me their faces during the whole thing. That meant I was never leaving, at least not alive or alone ever again.

I didn't know that at the time, but I would learn. I would learn things no one should ever know. First lesson was that a person can live in a very small space and survive on liquids. Second was that I could not disobey my captors without dire consequences. Third was that some people don't care what you look like, they just want a toy and they will pay to get one.

The first months were very hard on me. I was being cleaned out and readied for service, but of course I had no idea about all that. I felt like I was being starved and tortured. I was given foul things to drink that made me spew my guts and empty my bowels. I was tied up and had water forced inside me, over and over again. If I resisted or refused, then they beat me until they could just force me to anyways.

I tried begging them to feed me or be gentle with me. They told me to save it for the clients. I didn't even know what they meant at the time. When the day came that I left my tiny prison I was relieved, but I shouldn't have been. I was left hanging by my wrists in a room with no windows and one door that bolted from both sides. It had tables against one wall draped with cloths to hide what was on them.

Someone had filled me up with something before they left and it was running into my underwear and down my leg. I looked around when I heard the door open, but my back was facing it so I couldn't see who it was. I just heard the footsteps as they drew nearer. The person reached around and put a cloth over my eyes so I couldn't see a thing.

I was scared. I heard the rustle of cloth and then I felt the cold of metal against my skin. I heard a snipping noise as my clothes fell away piece by piece. I whimpered and the person patted my head. I was cold now, stuck hanging in the middle of the room, naked and afraid. A finger trailed in the liquid that ran down my leg.

"Are you a virgin, little man?" The voice was male, and a little mocking. I nodded hesitantly, wondering why he was asking such a thing. "Mmm, good. Glad to know I am getting my money's worth." I opened my mouth to speak, but he used it as an opportunity to shove something hard between my lips. It was a gag that he strapped tightly about my head.

It was uncomfortable. More so though was the way the unknown man ran his hands across my body gently. My skin crawled with the cold air and the hot hands of an unfamiliar entity. I tried to squirm but it made my wrists hurt and the hand pulled away to smack me harshly for my efforts. I felt the cold drip of liquid on my stomach and tensed.

A hand wrapped around my privates and fondled them. I couldn't even manage a protest around my gag. I shook my head no, hoping beyond hope it would stop. It didn't. In fact, I was humiliated by the realisation that they were making me hard. The tugging strokes were building the feeling inside me against my will. It made my stomach tighten in dread.

How was it possible that they could do this to me? Was I so out of control of even my own body that I couldn't make it stop? I felt my tears wetting the blindfold around my eyes. I heard the man snicker and he let go of my d*ck. I felt the pinch of something wrap around it now, it dug in painfully as he put it on me.

The base was first. It felt like sharp spikes digging into my skin as it tightened around it. Then the cold metal of chains slid along it, to a second ring of spikes halfway up my length. Last there was a final row of spikes that was strapped just under the head, and I sobbed uncontrollably as that one was tightened about such a sensitive spot.

He smacked my face when he was done. Then I felt something crack down on it and lost my ability to breathe. It hurt so badly I thought I might pass out. Why? Why was he doing this? Who would do such a thing to another person? I had done nothing to him, so why was I being punished? I sucked in a breath as cold water was thrown on me suddenly.

I shivered and waited for the next torture. This time he flicked down on it more gently, but still hard enough to have me flinching and gasping around my gag. I tried squirming again but he flicked what I was coming to guess was a flogging thing of some sort down hard on my backside. It stung and I flinched yet again from the harsh treatment.

I felt a cold metal against my chest and sucked in a shuddering breath as clamps grabbed the skin of my nipples. It hurt, so much! I was shaking from how badly the pain was starting to affect me. The pain on my d*ck and now my chest was nearly intolerable. The bad man began whispering encouraging words into my ear, but it just made me feel sick to my stomach.

I felt the soft touch again, against my stomach and thighs. They ran along my back to give me a shiver and it occurred to me that he was trying to distract me. I worried what he had planned next. What was he preparing me for? I might've pissed myself then if I wasn't strapped so tightly. Instead my gut hurt painfully from the reflex of wanting to and being unable to go.

He played with the chains on my length and I felt a tug at the clamps on my chest at the same time. He dropped the chain between the clamps and it smacked against my chest heavily. I was puffing harshly from strength of my feelings. Suddenly I hated this man with everything I had in me. If I had been released at that moment, I could have killed him.

But I wasn't. Instead I was left to hang there while he decided what to use on me next. I gulped around the gag and my mind raced. I felt the cold of metal against my leg. It was smooth and ran up the slick liquid that dripped from me. When it reached the apex of my thighs, he rolled it so the cold part was back against my skin.

I shivered and shook my head gently, wordlessly begging him not to do whatever it was he intended to. It was in vain of course. The metal object was pushed into my tight hole with the help of the liquid. It stretched me uncomfortably and I pinched my legs together trying to force it out again. He smacked my ass hard, and then smacked my face.

I should have known I wouldn't get away with that. I felt straps go around one knee, my legs were forced open and another strap was tightened around the other knee. I could no longer close my legs. The flog came down on my d*ck for good measure and I bucked from the pain. He pulled the metal device out again and when it came back again it was ice cold.

He shoved it in and my back arched from the cold and stretch. He chuckled as I shivered. I felt him swirling it around and my brows lowered when I felt a clicking. Suddenly I realised that the thing was getting wider. I choked as it stretched my virgin hole wider and wider until I wanted to scream. My eyes shut tight and my teeth clamped down on my gag.

My whole body shook. He left it open like that and stroked my sweating body with his hands. They felt cooler now against my heated skin. He played with the clamps and squeezed at my d*ck, flooding me with too much sensation, too much pain. I felt my consciousness going in and out. The shock of cold water hit my skin again and I arched.

It made me tense, and that sent sharp pain through me. I tried to relax, but it was hard to make my body listen to me. It wanted to run or fight what was happening to me. I couldn't do either of those things. I could only hang here and feel. Feel this man torture my body for his own pleasure. Feel the pain of the devices he put on me and in me.

He ramped me up with tugging and flogging. Then he grasped the metal device inside me and pulled on it. My whole body lurched. He pulled it back so I was hanging from it. He pulled it back farther still, so I was pulling back against it. Then he put something against the small of my back and pushed. Hard. I flung forward when the device was torn out of me, fully opened.

I was writhing as I swung in my bonds. Tears ran unchecked behind my blindfold. My ass hurt so badly I was sure it was torn apart. The man was laughing and shoved his fingers into the burning channel while I was still swinging from the brutal treatment. I threw up a bit and was forced to swallow it back with nowhere for it to go.

My throat burned with bile. My eyes stung with tears. My body trembled and sweated from torture. I thought I was going to die. I wished I would die. Maybe if I choked on my own spit or bile I could end my life. I felt the flogger come down on my front a few times and I wondered at the first thought of it being too painful to bear.

It is amazing what the body can endure. I was learning the hard way that it took more and more if you put it to the test. My nipples were released, only to be stabbed through with a piercing while they still throbbed from the clamps. I had a large, something, that was wet and cold shoved back inside my hole. This time it was long and pushed in deep.

When it kept sliding out again from the lubrication, he strapped it in with some sort of tape. Then he put a vibrator against my straining, strapped d*ck. He ran it from the tip down to my balls and back again. It made me tense around the thing inside my butt tightly with every buck. I was feeling delirious from the pain, and my head felt light.

He put the vibrator against my nipples and I winced from the pain. He pulled at them and I shook my head to try and stay awake. I didn't want the cold shiver of water again. I had the flogger alternate with the vibrator on my d*ck until I couldn't help but writhe from it. He was getting more creative as he tried to wring more pain from my body.

He was running out of ideas that wouldn't have me bleeding out though. He was resorting to smacking my face, punching my sides, flogging my arms and legs as they trembled. Maybe he was getting bored, maybe he just wanted to push me beyond the limit. All I know is that my first time with a person was going to be painful and nearly make me insane.

I worried when he stopped hitting me. I was terrified when it was quiet. Then I felt his heat behind me. He was pressing himself against my back and I felt his lips on my shoulder. Last, I felt his flesh against my backside. I was panicking internally. Surely he wouldn't try to fit that in? Not without pulling out whatever was already inside?

He pushed forward, his slickened skin slid across mine and he held it in place next to the device still there. I heard him hiss as it rammed into the edge of my hole, so tight it was resisting the penetration. He growled and pushed harder, popping the head in next to it as I shook, writhed and screamed around the gag. He bit down on my shoulder and pushed in further.

It burned, it was like I was being torn apart slowly this time so I could feel every moment of it. I felt a trickle down my leg that I knew was blood. He kept ramming forward with his c*ck, trying to get it further inside of me. He wasn't happy until he was in all the way to his base. I went limp as his hand clamped around my neck and he pumped his hips once.

His c*ck went out and back in jerkily, sending a shock of pain through me. I felt him still long enough to reach around and smack my chest so I tightened around them both to a staggeringly painful degree. He laughed in my ear, breathlessly and then pumped his hips again. This time he struck my c*ck and I flinched uncontrollably around them again.

He did this over and over, f*cking me and then hitting my piercings and strained c*ck. Eventually he had his hips move while he grasped my length and squeezed the contraption even tighter around me. He even tried to pump his hand slightly, which made it dig in with the chains as well. He bit my shoulder repeatedly and also my neck, probably leaving bite marks from how hard he dug in with his teeth.

His movements grew more erratic and rapid, his moans in my ear made my insides twist unnaturally. I wanted to throw up again as I felt what was coming. He sprayed his seed inside me, pushing in deep to dump his load. He huffed and puffed from the effort, clinging to my back while he caught his breath. Then he slid himself out.

I didn't hear anything except the slight rustle of cloth. Then I felt a soft touch on my sweat dampened skin. He was so close I could feel his breath on my ear. I didn't have the strength to even lift my head from my shoulder. I felt his lips graze my cheek. Did he just kiss me? That was so... I felt violated. Broken. And here he was kissing me.

"I'll see you again next week, beautiful."