Shameful Reckonings by S. J. Lewis

mouth. She felt him biting at it, hard enough for it to hurt, but not hard enough to break the skin. She yowled again, but kept very still now for fear of hurting herself.
    Then both the mouth and the vibrator were gone. Gia let her head drop. She was breathing heavily through her mouth now. The bald man began squeezing her breasts with his free hand. It was not as unpleasant as what he’d been doing, but it was unpleasant enough. Her trainer gripped her by her hair, pulling her head back again.
    “Spread those lovely legs now, Gia,” he purred into her ear.
    She obeyed before she’d even thought about what he’d said. She couldn’t spread her legs very wide, but she did what she could. The bald man knelt down in front of her and began sliding the vibrator up into her pussy. He went slowly at first, just in a little way and wriggling it around, getting his victim wet. Gia jerked and squealed, almost hanging from the chain now. Her trainer lashed her ass again to make her hold still.
    Her legs were beginning to quiver from the strain, but Gia kept still as the bald man kept working the vibrator in and out of her, going a little deeper and making her a little wetter each time. She hated it. She hated everything that they did to her here, but there was nothing she could do about the responses he was coaxing out of her body. What he was doing still hurt, but nowhere near as much as the gang rape earlier had. She kept her eyes closed so she didn’t have to watch the cameramen prowling around her, videotaping every moment of her degradation, sometimes in close-up. She tried to will her mind out of her body, but it wasn’t working. The harder she tried to ignore the vibrator the more she could feel it and the more it did things to her.
    “Cor! Look how wet this bitch is getting!” the bald man called out.
    “Yeah,” Gia heard her trainer laugh. “She’s a natural. Can’t help it, can you, bitch?”
    Gia moaned. The fact was that she couldn’t help it, even though she hated what they were doing to her. She could feel the vibrator sliding in and out , in exactly the same rhythm as a man making love to her. She began shivering uncontrollably from the regular thrusting and constant, maddening vibrations radiating outwards from her pussy. Since she was still standing on her toes, the muscles in her thighs and calves began quaking as well: Yet she didn’t dare try to move her feet closer together. She moaned again, in pain this time.
    “Hurry up and finish her off, mate,” she heard her trainer say. “She’s getting weak.”
    “I know my business,” she heard the bald man snap. And then he changed what he was doing with the vibrator. Gia threw her head back and howled.
    “No… no… no… no…” she shook her head wildly as the bald man pressed the vibrator up against her clit. She wailed: “Nooooooo!”
    The orgasm hit her without warning. It was fast and violent and overwhelming. It seemed to short out her brain in a rapid succession of blinding white flashes. And then it went on and on. She heard a woman hooting and howling. She only dimly recognized her own voice. Then everything went blank.
    Gia came awake shrieking as someone threw a bucket of cold water over her. She sputtered, tossing her head. She realized that she was hanging by her wrists and tried to stand, but her legs felt weak and rubbery. The best she could do was take a little of the strain off of her wrists.
    “What a show!” she heard her trainer chuckle. She felt someone patting her ass and thought that it must be him. She shook wet strands of hair off of her face and saw the cameramen still filming. The bald man was standing off to one side, just grinning at her. Gia couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She let her head droop and concentrated on trying to stand. Her leg muscles felt weak and shaky, as if she’d just run a long race. She huffed and gasped until her legs regained a little strength and her breathing returned to something