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They put up a huge camouflage tarp over the fire pit so they could have a fire without it showing. A poker game started but there was always someone willing to sit out a couple of hands for a blowjob or a fuck. If one was too drained to keep it up, she would have to hold one of the dirty magazines they had bought over her face and slowly turn the pages for them while they fucked one of her wounds. It all started drifting. She stopped caring. Endless cocks, endless pain, endless humiliation and revulsion. She tried to keep acting the whore that they wanted, but the act became shallow. They made her fuck the dogs. She didn't care. After you've sucked dog cock what does it matter if you fuck them.
She could not say when she knew they were going to kill her. It slowly surfaced in her mind that they really could not let her live. She knew their names, some of them their last names. She knew that Ferrari's friends were from P.; how many people named Flea or Race could there be in P.? She almost didn't even care that they would kill her. Half of them had taken to butting their cigarettes out on her legs and her poor breasts had become the focus of their sadistic sport. They had made her 'decorate' herself with the clothespins, and then fucked her while making her sing the camp songs. They disinfected a plastic box full of sewing pins, the kind with the round plastic heads, and had her jab hundreds of them deep into her breasts until they looked like twin porcupines. They had hung her by her ankles and taken turns punching her inverted breasts like she was a boxer's punching bag. Then they roped her breasts excruciatingly tightly and actually hung her by them! God, did that make her howl! She quite literally thought her breasts were going to rip from her chest; the pain could not have been worse if they had. Her tormentors made no secret of how amusing that would be. She had barely slept in four days, her knees were raw from crawling, her breasts were swollen from mosquito bites, beatings, pins and sunburn. Her ass was black and blue from the beatings, but they whipped it none the less. Her pussy was a gaping wound that they continued to worry with endless fucking. Her asshole was in tatters; she actually had to push her colon back inside after taking a dump!