A few beer bottles and a dildo were used on me, but mostly I was just held down and brutalized. Over the rest of the weekend I took some nasty and har... poundings, guy after guy. I got forced to swallow, slapped, gagged, choked or beaten and fisted at one point... I don’t really know, but I guessed about 8or more guys over the weekend. They still had a few humiliating surprises for me…At one point I was tied to the stool taking it three cocks, as I got filled by them I heard them talking about. Wow! She was cute. “How can I help you?” she asked, a strand of her long blonde hair drooping down and across her forehead. She brushed the misplaced lock of hair back with her hand. “I need a tank of gas,” I said, holding out my debit card. She took my card and punched in the numbers, grumbling because the scanner didn’t work. “I hope this works,” she said as we waited for the transaction to go through. “I hope so,” I said, “I’m running on fumes.” The machine hummed and out came the paper. " Her arm was around my shoulders and it felt rather good.Alcohol is dastardly in its ability to make you feel warm and secure, and I felt just that. Silly me.Listening to their advice, I became more adventurous in my betting. As I ventured from red and black, odd and even, to individual numbers, the voices in my ears encouraging me more and more, my winnings and my starter pot began to diminish. Dollar by dollar, it all slipped away from me.As I turned, tearful from the table, the young woman. .. Drip.... drip..... drip.... The left breast is nearly covered in cooling candlewax. I decide to cover my sensitive little nipples. "Oh shit," I gasp, as I assault my nipples with the pain and pleasure of melting wax before moving to drip down my stomach. By the time I'm done, my upper body looks like a splatter artwork of red wax. I drop the candle back onto the candle with one hand, dragging my nails along my body to peel off the wax. My sensitive skin marks easily, and I love watching.