They had brought a hot water bottle with a length of rubber hose which plugged into its mouth to use as a douche bag. The filled it with water from one of the jerry cans and then pushed the tube up her rectum while they held a bucket between her spread legs. They squeezed on the water bottle and it swirled and gurgled through her entrails, washing them clean and preparing them for giving pleasure. They had even brought a tube of lubricating jelly, a dollop of which they pushed up into her, greasing her anus in preparation for penetration. She whimpered as she felt Reece’s fingers working it about inside her but she said nothing. She was beaten and broken and just wanted to get it over with.

When Dianna was flushed and greased the boys unclipped her pinched and by now purple nipples and took the leash down from the ceiling beam. Dianna sobbed as the blood flowed back into her nipples, filling them with hot pins and needles. But in moments they were swelling and filling and hardening once again.

‘Looks like she really is up for this,’ Calvin observed with a chuckle.

‘Maybe she just needed a proper warming up,’ Reece said.

They carried Dianna over to the bed and laid her on her front. They did not need to tie her down. With her arms strapped to her sides and her legs still spread by the ankle bar she was totally helpless.

The boys stripped off their clothes; removing everything except their balaclava masks. Even as she felt sick with dread, Dianna’s eyes were helplessly attracted to them. They had hard bodies and even harder cocks, which were jutting stiffly out from the thick mats of their belly hair like flagpoles. Their testes hung beneath them, heavy, she imagined, with the sperm they carried. The sperm they were going to pump into her...

Then they climbed onto the bed.

Reece wriggled and slid beneath her. Her sore breasts rubbed across his chest and she could feel his hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Calvin knelt with his back to the headboard, straddling Reece’s head and took hold of Dianna by the hair, lifting her head up level with his groin. The sight of his stiff shaft filled her eyes. Todd knelt between her spread legs and took hold of her hips. His cockhead rubbed through the slippery cleft of her buttocks. Richard had never used her bottom or her mouth. Now she was the fleshy socket for three straining cocks all ready to stab her…

‘Let’s do this together…’ Todd said, his voice husky with anticipation. ‘Three, two, one, now…’

And then they all penetrated her at once.

Dianna would have screamed as she felt her rectum and pussy plugged simultaneously, if her mouth and throat had not been filled by Calvin’s penis. As it was all she could do was try not to choke and suck breath around the shaft that began to ram down her gullet. Reece was bucking under her, holding her hips and working her pelvis about him as he drove his cock up into vagina, while Todd was pounding against her sore bottom, seeming to be trying to ram his rod into her spine. And yet she could feel their cocks sliding side-by-side within her, separated only by the walls of her sheath and rectum which seemed at this moment so very thin and almost ready to burst.

She was the filling in their three-man sandwich, the bit of meat that they were skewering between them, making the ancient bed frame creak and shake. How they were repaying her for every time she had criticised them or given them detentions for bad behaviour. This was their revenge and they were taking full advantage of it, grinding their sweaty bodies against hers, and overwhelming her senses as they filled her with their huge masterful cockshafts that were hard where she was soft and vulnerable. Every orifice was plugged by them. The stink of male arousal was even filling her nostrils.

At her sides her strapped arms jerked feebly and her taped and useless hands jerked and flapped about under the pounding of their relentless assault on her naked helpless body. The thrusting of their cocks seemed even to penetrate her brain, stabbing at it brutally so that her vestiges of pride and self worth bled away as her juices dribbled out of her pummelled pussy over Reece’s shaft. They were marking her as their possession, driving out all feeble thoughts of resistance. They had even stolen her holiday from her and made it theirs. This was their vacation and her body was their recreation. She belonged to them. She was their slut, their prisoner and she had nowhere else to go…

No, there was one place left ago: one final retreat from impossible, overwhelming shame and disgust, and her body took it.

Dianna bucked wildly as a monstrous orgasm tore through her. Her lips and sheathe and sphincter clenched about the cocks pumping into her and in return the boys cut loose, spurting their hot seed into her throat, vagina and rectum, filling her with their lust and contempt. And then for a time there was only her, existing without care…