TWISTED LUST by Veronica Beacher
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The men were playing cards, and after a few minutes of watching it became evident the stakes were punishments for their girls. The game in play at that moment was for an enormous butt plug. It was narrow at its tip, but widened with each inch, until, ten or twelve inches down, where it abruptly narrowed again, it was thicker than a large man's fist.

The loser sighed and threw his cards on the table, then motioned to a petite young blonde beside him. She blanched as she looked at the green butt plug sitting on the ground before them. But she crawled forward under their eyes and squatted over it, then began to settle herself slowly down as the men began another game.

She took the first inch without difficulty, and started working herself up and down very slowly. Another inch slid into her, then a third, but now the thing was growing very wide, and she panted and moaned as she tried to sink lower. Another inch, then a fifth pushed up inside her, and still she sank, twisted, rose, sank, twisted, rose, trying to get the rest inside her tight anal tube.

I had a watch camera, one of those which used to be the sole property of the CIA, but which nowadays could be bought freely in almost any city. This one was more expensive than most, and was much more adaptable to different kinds of lighting and situations.

I snapped several pictures of the group, and the girl, as she took more and more of the plug up into her body.

Another game was won - and lost, and another girl rose at her master's command, to be given over for punishment.

This one had thick chestnut hair cut in the middle, parted narrowly so the long waves caressed her cheeks and tended to hide her face from the sides. The winner bound her wrist restraints together behind her back and pulled her beneath an overhanging tree branch. A moment later he tossed a rope up over the branch, and a noose spilled down.

I swallowed nervously, feeling a sparkling fear in my chest as he placed the noose around the girl's slender throat. Surely they weren't going to kill the girl right here. Surely she was worth too much for that.

The man pulled the rope taut, forcing the frightened girl onto her toes. They men laughed and joked to each other as they watched. The man pulled harder, and the girl rose from her toes to hang by the neck. She trembled violently, but tried to stay as still as possible, gurgling and shaking as the noose pulled in around her throat. The men watched, clearly aroused, as she slowly turned on the end of the rope, toes and feet twitching and trembling, face going red, then white, then blue.

Suddenly she began to shake more violently as the last of her air ran out. I saw her mouth widen as she gasped for breath, but found none. Her body shook for long seconds, then went still, her eyes closing. The man held it a little longer, grinning, the front of his shorts bulging. Then he dropped the rope and let the girl fall.

They loosened the noose and congratulated each other. For the girl had survived. She might not have. Although most people who are hanged die from the fall, which snaps their necks, just hanging still can easily kill a person if the rope crushes their larynx. The girl was lucky.

The fist girl had half the butt plug inside her now, but the mens' patience was over, and one stood over her and placed his hands down on her shoulders, pushing.

"Please! Please!" she gasped. "I can do it! I can do it!"

He pushed down and her gasps turned to cries of pain and fear as her body was forced lower, the dildo spreading her anus wider and wider. She screamed as she was forced steadily down, another of the men moving in to spread her legs apart, the others watching, grinning.

The entire thing was forced up inside, and the girl sobbed and collapsed as the men chuckled among themselves and returned to the game.