Marisa's Predicament

Marisa was already on her toes. Yet the rubber dildo pressed into her groin.

She was strung up by her wrists. Her ankles were chained to the floor, her feet wide apart, so that she was spread eagle standing in the centre of the room.

From beneath her, the dildo had steadily risen out of the floor. So slow was its progress that it seemed hardly to move at all.

And yet, here it was, rudely pressing into the joint of her hip. That's not where her tormentors intended it to go, of course.

Shackled around the waist to a tight chain that ran from floor to ceiling just behind her back, Marisa could only move a little, and her attempts to get her pussy out of the dildo's relentless path only succeeded in having it dig into her groin. It was hardly a solution, she knew. The dildo was already starting to hurt her tender flesh next to the tenderest of her flesh.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and over the gag wrapped tight around her head.

"You know, the last girl who tried that ended up crippled for months, Mar. Are you sure you want to do that?"

It was Sheila who spoke. Sheila, the classmate she had gabbed with for months, had gossipped and shared stories about boys countless times. Sheila stood in front of Marisa, dressed in a black shift dress that skirted her straight thighs. She stood barefoot with toes painted blue.

Sheila looked leeringly at Marisa's naked form, pressed one finger firmly into her left nipple. Marisa jerked back with a strangled cry at the violation.

The dildo pressed resolutely into her joint, focusing her attention on one sharp point of pain. It wasn't stopping.

"Our last plaything wouldn't submit to the inevitable, so she had a dislocated hip covered by a mound of swollen flesh as her reward. Don't fight it, Mar. A dildo in the groin is so... unnatural. You know where it belongs rightfully."

This can't be happening, Marisa thought as she pushed herself higher up on her pointed toes. There was no more room for avoidance. She was stretched taut like a guitar string.

Big sobs broke out of her as she contemplated the terror of being impaled in the pussy by the grotesque dildo, versus the horror of having her leg slowly and painfully dislocated. Her sobs devolved into blubbering and she cast her eyes to the grey cement floor streaked in her sweat, tears and juices, mortified at what she was about to do. She knew she had no choice, but she felt like dying all the same.

With great strains, she shifted her hips by inches, dragging her pussy lips across the top of the thick rubber shaft. It rubbed painfully across her tender skin, stretching her outer lip, then her inner lip. And then it penetrated her with a sickening pop that drew fresh sobs, as her pussy snapped tight around the bulbuous, black head.

Marisa shut her eyes tight as Sheila shreiked in laughter, revelling in her humiliation. Marisa tried to block the thought out of her mind - what would happen when the damn dildo reached her cervix? Surely, surely, they had to stop it! They had to.

"Congratulations, Mar, you've just raped yourself," Sheila whispered in her ear, with her fingers running up and down her classmate's back as she held her close.

Inside her body, Marisa felt the dildo creep up a little more.