Rylee watched him undress, and when he lowered his jeans she whined at the size of him. 
He walked behind her and stroked her pussy while she tried to move away on her tiptoes. 
The strain on her arms was too great to afford much movement.

A long finger wormed into her, and when Carlton was pleased with her moisture, he fed his
cock into her small hole.  He would stretch her ass before he took her there, because he
could tell by her tight pussy, he could damage her other access for future use.  Rylee
screamed while he pumped deeply into her, and it felt like he was ripping her tender
passage and pushing her womb into her stomach.  Carlton felt her protesting spongy muscles
slide up and down the length of him and he grabbed her hips, lifting her off of her feet
while he thrust impossibly deeper.  Her wails were intoxicating, and along with the
intense arousing sexual heat of the evening, he jerked his seed into her quickly.

His methods of training were extreme, and he rarely allowed his slaves to rest without
receiving the benefit of one of his tortures.  He wanted to fuck her ass soon, so he
decided to begin preparing her tonight.  Rylee was still whimpering as she balanced on her
toes and dripped cum down her leg.  The horrible man was gathering some terrifying things,
and laying them on the bed in front of her.

Carlton secured a pole behind her, with an average sized silicone phallus placed
horizontally on top of it and aimed at her puckered ring.  He lubed the fake cock, and
Rylee clenched her bottom when his finger spread the cool gel around and into her virgin
hole.

He bent the pole forward, so the head of the cock rested inside her.  She was screaming
and trying to pull forward, but her arms were stretched to their limit.  Satisfied with
the position of the rod, Carlton moved towards her head.  He took the shorter pole with a
much longer dildo, and bolted it to the footboard of the bed.  He bent the rod forward
until the cock breached the ring gag, and kept forcing it further down her throat.  The
only way Rylee could stop him was to back up and force the anal torture to go deeper. 
Carlton tightened the screws into position and climbed into bed, staring down through his
feet to watch his new slave learn how to take cock deep into her throat, or stretch her
own rectum.  “Good night, Rylee.”

After an hour, her sobs and shrieking had reduced to whimpers.  Even with the oral rod
only halfway in her mouth she could not breath, so she had to move her tortured bottom and
impale her stretched muscles on the shaft behind her.  Rylee’s legs ached from standing on
her toes, but when her feet gave out her arms felt like they were ripping out of their
sockets, and the rods impaling her were forced to a painful angle.  All night long, she
chose which parts of her body to torture.  By morning she was exhausted, and when dawn lit
the bedroom she actually prayed the big man would wake up and find a different way to hurt
her.