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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     The small
 cage had become her world. Tight, confining, and hard were it\u8217\'92s rules. 
The good life that she had once enjoyed was only a distant dream. The here and now
 was a mix of boredom and pain and terror. She was either ignored or raped and tortured
. There was nothing else in her life. Alone in some long forgotten wreck of a farmhouse
 she learned to fear the sound of tires in the gravel for it meant that somebody
 was coming to torment her. She would rather be hungry and thirsty than have somebody
 come to see to her needs. Anything given to her had a price and she paid with her
 pain and her screams. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     The crunch
 of tires coming up the road awoke her. The sound of the back door opening filled
 her with dread. Then she heard the sound of a woman\u8217\'92s voice asking if 
anybody was there. A woman, all had been men before, maybe a woman was salvation
 instead of suffering. She heard her cracked voice answer the question. Hope sprang
 to life in her heart as the footsteps neared and the door opened. The person that
 entered was a tall very fit woman in her late thirties. Short almost bobbed hair
 framed a handsome face. Not pretty or beautiful, handsome was the word. Tanned 
and lithe she moved in the way wolves do, an effortless grace supported by strong
 supple muscles. She appeared shocked with her find and attempted to open the cage
. After having the hung key pointed out to her she managed to free the captive.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Saved
 and safe at last she crawled out and managed to stand with her arms hugging her
 rescuer. The story\u8217\'92s telling brought both shock and tender sympathy. She
 was led to a room with a bed. She knew that bed well, she had been tied there more
 than once while her body was used and abused for the pleasure of some bastard. 
Now it appeared as a safe haven. While she rested food and drink were brought and
 she feasted on the simple fare. She was helped as she washed herself and tended
 her many hurts. Kind words washed away some of the fear and slowly she dared to
 think her ordeal was over. The car was a freedom machine that bore her away from
 her weeks of captivity and she hardly noticed the smoke that came from the old 
house as it shrank behind them. She had never known where she had been held and 
didn\u8217\'92t have any idea how far it was to someplace where she could report
 her abuse to somebody that could began the process of punishing those who had sought
 pleasure in her pain. One dirt road followed another but she was too drunk with
 relief to notice. \par}

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 cabin was almost as old as the house had been but it was explained to her that 
it was being used as a base camp for the study her rescuer was involved in. They
 would spend the night there and in the morning she would be taken to town and she
 could report to the sheriff there. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Night and
 sleep both came early and for the first time in too long she felt safe and let 
herself fall into a deep restful slumber. At first she thought that the blows and
 the hard hands were a bad dream but she awoke to find herself bent over a sawhorse
 and tied there. She was blindfolded and being whipped. Her ass and pussy were burning
 from the blows and her tits felt like they were cut to ribbons. The beating ended
 and her cries went unanswered. The blindfold was ripped from her face and as her
 vision cleared she saw her rescuer standing in front of her wearing the largest
 strap on dildo she had ever seen. She was laughed at and taunted by the woman, 
was she really dumb enough to think she had been saved? No she had been sold and
 now her new owner was going to get her money\u8217\'92s worth. The rapes that followed
 were worse than anything that she had previously endured. This hard prick was plastic
 and would never get sore or go soft. Her cunt and asshole were scoured raw and 
bleeding before her savior was satisfied. She was freed from the horse and thrown
 to the ground. She fought but she was no match for the woman. Tied spread eagle
 on the ground she was forced to use her mouth and tongue to pleasure her. Almost
 drowned by the flood of pussy juice that poured down on her she at last was allowed
 to stop. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 It had been
 the worst time that she had since she had been taken. Her pleas for mercy were 
ignored as ropes and other things were prepared. No idea of what she faced crossed
 her mind until a noose was placed around her neck and drawn tight. A stopper was
 tied to prevent it from loosening and it was run over the rafter high over her. 
When her hands and feet were freed she was forced to stand by the pressure on her
 neck. She was on tiptoe before the noose stopped pulling her up. Her hands tied
 behind her back, her ass and pussy once more filled by too large dildos, she stood
 and waited for whatever would be done to her. She stood and stood while the woman
 brought in a chair and sat watching her. She pleasured herself with her fingers
 and a large vibrator as she sat and enjoyed the view. After her third of fourth
 climax the knife was brought out. It didn\u8217\'92t even hurt as it slipped easily
 into the soft skin just above the battered cunt. Just a small narrow cut, it didn
\u8217\'92t look like much and she really had no idea that it was a death blow. 
She was much more worried by the weakness and trembling in her legs. She was finding
 it impossible to hold herself up enough to avoid the lethal embrace of the noose
. Just as she was about to give up and just let herself be hanged the pressure was
 relaxed until she could stand flatfooted. She drew in deep breaths of air as she
 fought to recover from her near death experience. She stood until the pain in her
 belly grew into a ravaging inferno that required her to curl up to relieve the 
agony. Of course when she did the noose quickly shut her air off and forced her 
to stand bringing fresh waves of agony. She danced for time without end or measure
. Each minute an eternity, each movement laced with it\u8217\'92s own special torment
. Fire and air became her life, avoiding one and seeking the other. She had been
 a fool to believe that she had been rescued and to trust in the kindness of an 
accidentally met stranger. She had dared to believe her long ordeal was over. She
 had thought that she had found a friend and the knowledge that she had been set
 up and betrayed burned in her heart. She found enough air to allow her to scream
 out her pain and anger. Soul sick and dying she gave voice to her anger and lost
 hopes in a long wordless scream, high pitched and quivering it carried it\u8217
\'92s message to the uncaring world. It seemed to have taken all her excess strength
 for she returned to her slow dance. Lacking the will or the power to just curl 
up and let the noose end it all she prolonged needlessly her life and her agony. 
When she was at last unable to lift herself high enough to relax the rope\u8217\'92
s hold on her life but just before the darkness claimed her she was cut down. As
 she lay heaped on the ground and unable to move she was once more tied to the stakes
 that had held her before. The dildos were pulled from her and the pussy dropped
 to cover her face. She had not the power to do anything except let it stay there
 covering her. The expected order to use her tongue did not come, instead the wet
 slit moved to cover both her mouth and nose. She tried to move clear of that suffocating
 mass of flesh and hair but she could not. She tossed and turned her head in a valiant
 effort to stave off the darkness for just a while longer. Each movement was paid
 for, paid in the anguish in her belly, agonies that went far beyond anything that
 she have had dreamed of in her worse nightmares. She finally gave one last spasm
 and shuddered as her abused body failed her. She had time enough to taste the flood
 of cunt cum that filled her mouth as her death purchased a fine mind blowing orgasm
 for the woman who rescued and betrayed her. \par}

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