My fantasy story

My name is Kiara, and this has always been my darkest fantasy — to be used and destroyed like a worthless punching bag for one full day. Last month the five men — Rohan, Karan, Arjun, Vikram and Sameer — made it real in their underground cage.They tied my hands high with heavy chains and locked them to metal rings hanging from the ceiling. My body was stretched tight, tits pushed out, completely helpless. Rohan smiled and said, “Now you’re our hanging toy.”They started beating me hard. Rohan swung a wooden baseball bat into my ribs. I heard many cracks — six of my ribs broke at once. Karan smashed an aluminum bat on my face. My cheekbone shattered and my face swelled up badly, both eyes almost closed, nose broken and bleeding. They used metal pipes on my arms and legs. My left forearm bones snapped with a loud crack and bent the wrong way. My right upper arm bone broke in the middle. Then they shattered my right shin bone — the leg twisted at a bad angle. My left ankle bones also got crushed.But the real torture was on my tits and ass.They clamped my nipples hard and beat my tits with bats and chains. My tits swelled up huge, becoming very big and covered with dark bruises. My nipples and the area around them became bumpy and super sensitive. Every hit made my swollen tits bounce and shake.Then they brought out a long string of very big, heavy anal beads. Rohan pushed them one by one deep into my ass. There were so many that my stomach started bulging out in big round bumps. You could clearly see the shape of the beads pushing from inside my belly. It looked exactly like in those dirty comics — my stomach was sticking out with round lumps everywhere.While the anal beads were stuffed deep in my ass, they started fucking my pussy with thick wooden bats and metal pipes. They rammed them in and out roughly. The pressure from the beads in my ass and the bat in my pussy made me squirt again and again. Clear liquid sprayed out of my pussy every time they thrust.The pain and pleasure mixed so much that my face became crazy. My eyes rolled back, my tongue hung out, and I was drooling everywhere. I kept screaming “Oooohhh!! It feels like I’m gonna die!!” My face looked totally ahegao — mouth wide open, eyes crossed, drool running down my chin while my huge bumpy tits bounced and my stomach bulged with the anal beads.They kept beating me at the same time — bats hitting my swollen tits, pipes smashing my already broken legs and arms. Every strike made the anal beads move inside me and my stomach lumps shift. I squirted so much that the floor became wet.For the whole day they left me hanging like that — chains on my wrists, bones broken, tits massively swollen and bumpy, ass full of thick anal beads making my stomach bulge, pussy destroyed by brutal objects, and my face stuck in that crazy drooling expression.By the end I was hanging limp in the chains, body twitching, stomach still showing all the round bumps from the anal beads, pussy and ass ruined, broken bones throbbing. When Rohan lifted my head I could only moan weakly:“Thank you… you broke my bones… made my tits so big and bumpy… stuffed my ass with so many beads that my stomach is bulging… and destroyed my pussy. I’m your completely broken punching bag now.”Even then, I already wanted them to do it again next month — more beads, bigger objects, and even more broken bones.