V Is For Victim - The Organization Series 2

V is for Victim

By slave ruthie

Chapter 3

The cell door banged open and two hooded men came in to the room. Mina pulled away, startled as one lifted the chain from her collar to the wall ring and began to tug her towards him. The other was standing over the shaking white girl. “Well bitch, you must have badly offended one of our clients – he wants you tortured before you are supplied to him!” He laughed and forced a ball gag into the girl's mouth.

Vikki squealed in fright at his words – they had gang-raped her until she had gone limp with shock. Now they were going to torture her. Why - who had ordered this? Why her? She mewed urgently at the dark-skinned girl called Mina but she was being gagged too. The man caught hold of Vikki's collar, unlocked it from the chain, and dragged her out of the cell. She could barely walk due to the awful abuse while she was hanging in the harness. He showed no interest in her distressed state and hauled her down the corridor.

Mina watched the white girl being dragged away. The man holding her collar chain smiled. “Come along, slut. We must get you cleaned and dressed for your new owner – he's been looking forward to having you!” Pausing to free the chain from the wall, he ordered her to stand up. Mina struggled in pain but somehow managed to go on her knees then get up. He separated her ankle cuffs but hobbled them together with a short chain. Unable to resist, she shuffled behind him into the long corridor. They passed at least a dozen cell doors, each with a clipboard hanging next to the handle. Mina was moving too quickly to read all the names but one caught her eye – Ayesha! That was her younger sister's name! Oh no – she's only fifteen! Mina's heart thumped in panic. Perhaps it was a different girl but she cringed at the thought of her beautiful, innocent sister being cruelly raped and abused...

Things were getting worse for poor Vikki. Her whimpering became more frantic until by the time they reached the swing doors of the torture room she was keening and barely able to take a step. She collapsed on her knees and pleaded desperately with her eyes at the man who held her leash. He shrugged then took hold of her cuffs in one hand and her hair in the other. Vikki was dragged through into the huge room and left crying in the center of the floor. The man left the room and she stared around in horror. There were awful things along each wall – heavy wooden devices, metal posts, benches, and chairs covered with thick leather straps. One long bench had winches set at each corner. Another was shaped like an “X” on a slope. There were cuffs on chains hanging from the ceiling, attached to winches at the walls. Nearby was a large wooden frame. It had straps hanging down and cuffs on chains lying at each corner of the base. Vikki stared in fear at the small table next to the frame. It had a range of dildoes, clamps, and other harsh-looking instruments. She knew it had been readied for her! Too scared to move, Vikki knelt in the middle of the silent chamber, waiting for the man to return...

Mina was so ashamed. Being hung up in the shower and hosed inside and out was dreadful. Worse still, were the clothes she had to wear. Her abductor had given her a kind of plastic costume, like a very tight cut-away shiny red swimsuit. Her tan breasts were exposed but supported by a low curve of material that did not even cover her nipples! It had a high collar and no shoulders. It was so narrow between her buttocks that they were completely uncovered. There was a zip up the back and one other zip that ran from the front of her crotch to the rear! Mina knew she looked like one of those western prostitutes her mother was always complaining about. The stiletto-heeled thigh boots were uncomfortable to walk in, and the shoulder-length gloves felt strange on her arms. The cuffs had been replaced, and the collar & ball gag too. But most distressing of all was the full-length black cloak that covered her from head to toe and the thin black veil over her face! She was made to look so modest but underneath...

The lift seemed to take ages. Mina shivered as the man who had supervised her dressing ushered her down a sumptuous corridor into a large bedroom. It was dimly lit. She heard the door being locked from the outside. She was alone – or was there someone else in the room? A man's voice spoke – in her native tongue!

“Well, well. If it isn't Mina!” The deep voice was disturbingly familiar. It was her cousin – it was Ashok! Mina whirled towards the direction of the voice, trying to see through the gloom and the veil. Yes, it was him! Her father had forbidden Ashok from ever entering their home. He had called him immoral, that he had brought shame on the family, and had ordered that his name should never be mentioned in their house! Mina didn't know why but she had always wondered about Ashok – they had been supposed to be married but their betrothal when she was six had been renounced two years later.

“Come closer, little cousin! See what I have been watching!” The lights were brightening. He stood – so tall, so handsome, but so cruel! He turned on a television. Mina watched in shock and horror at the unfolding scene – it was of her being stripped! It was awful! She stared at her own cruel humiliation, the tearing out of her pubic hairs, her head getting shaved, being deflowered by the man's fingers, the harness, the rapes...

Mina sank to the floor, unable to bear the cries from herself and the other girl. She couldn't watch any more! “I am sure your precious father will appreciate this tape. Perhaps he will reflect on his foolish attitude! No-one denies me!” Ashok's voice was hard. “What he fails to give, I shall take – and more. Two daughters for his stubborn stupidity!”

Two daughters? Oh no – not Ayesha! It was HER in the other cell! Ashok advanced towards Mina. “Now, dear cousin – let me see if you have been suitably attired for my pleasure!” He took hold of the cloak and began to pull it off her quivering body...

“And now, let's see how my pretty cousin has turned out!” With one swift yank, Ashok tore away Mina's cloak. She mewed piteously, horribly aware of how obscene and vulnerable she was. “You look good in red!” Ashok leant forward, tore off the veil, and tousled her short hair. “Much more modern – no hiding your face now!” Mina felt ashamed. Here was the man who had ordered her abduction and brutal rape – her own cousin! He pulled her up by the collar and made her stand in the center of the room. “My, how you've grown, Cousin Mina! And dressed as a cunt-slave too!” She hung her head in abject misery. “Now, I wonder if your little sister's filled out too...”

Mina looked up, startled by his words. She shook her head desperately. No! Not Ayesha! “But you might save her all this”, he went on. “She's still drugged. She knows nothing of this place and has yet to be touched! Would you like her freed?”

Mina blinked and murmured. “Plssss!”

“That is entirely in your hands, dear cousin. If you satisfy me and obey every command, then your sweet little sister will be returned unharmed. Do we have a bargain?” He waited for her answer.

The choice was awful. If she complied, he would make her commit degrading acts against her upbringing and religion. If she refused, Ayesha would be brutally raped and abused too! Tears formed in her eyes. She sank to her knees and nodded. “Essss!”

“Good! Sensible girl! I am going to remove your gag and restraints. And I want you to play with yourself.” He bent forward as he removed her wrist cuffs and whispered harshly. “And don't even think of escaping – that door is locked, this room is under surveillance, and you will seal your sister's fate if you resist me!” Mina kept still while the cuffs came off her ankles. He began to unbuckle her ball gag and pulled it out of her mouth. She waited for the collar to come off but he stood back – it was being left on!

“Ashok! The collar...please!” She begged him and tugged desperately at the hard metal band round her throat.

He smiled as he relaxed in an armchair. “That stays on! Now get up, cunt – I want to see you dancing! The sexiest, dirtiest dance of your life! None of that traditional stuff, mind!” Mina stared in shock at him – she could dance but it was always devotional, never like a western girl! She didn't know what to do! He waited, and then ordered her to begin. “Rub your breasts – make your nipples hard!” Mina slowly lifted up her gloved hands and gently began to stroke her tits. It was awful! The plastic felt strange on her skin. She used her hands in a circular motion and began to feel her nipples hardening! “Look at me while you do it!” Ashok was so cruel. She looked up shyly and was shocked to see he had unzipped his jeans and was touching his erect penis! Mina gulped back a sob and started to lightly pinch her nipples between finger and thumb. They felt hard, tender, and hot.

“Now move your body! Slowly, sensually!” Mina felt so ashamed but she had to obey for her sister's sake. She began to sway from side to side, shifting her weight from one hip to the other. Her breasts felt heavy, and there was a warm feeling in between her thighs. “Rub your crotch!” Her right hand slid down the front of her body. She pressed her fingers into the plastic and started to massage her pussy through the PVC. It was torment! She was getting aroused now, and so was Ashok...

“Open your zip - slowly!” Mina took hold of the silver ring and started to tug the catch down. She peeled her costume apart underneath as far as she could reach and put her other hand between her buttocks to finish unzipping her crotch. She knew she was wet inside and felt embarrassed that Ashok could see her cunt lips protruding through the splayed plastic. “Come here!”

She stumbled forward, woodenly obeying his demands. “Say that you want to be fucked, cousin!”

Mina hesitated, desperately wanting to scream NO! But Ayesha... She whispered. “Fuck me.”

“What? Louder, my dear cousin!”

“FUCK ME! Ashok – please!”

“Beg for it!”

“Ohh p-please fuck me! P-PLEASE!!”

“Better, much better. Now straddle me – sit on my dick!”

Mina whimpered but moved closer until her legs were on either side of his thighs. She started to crouch down. Ashok was guiding his penis between her pussy lips. As the tip began to press inside, Mina shuddered in erotic desire and resignation. She had been reduced to a whore! He entered her. Mina sank down and felt his member sliding deeper into her once-pure cunt. He reached up and grasped her breasts. She moaned and writhed, as his movements became rhythmic and more urgent. As he came inside her, he let out a long sigh and smiled.

“Very good! You are better than I expected. Now, kneel and lick me clean!”

“N-no! Oh please Ashok! Please d-don't make me!”

“Remember pretty little Ayesha...”

Mina was horrified, disgusted at his demands but what could she do? It was too late for her – her innocence was gone. She had betrayed her purity, destroyed what little was left after the rapes! Her poor sister could be saved by Mina's sacrifice. She lifted herself up, and then knelt between Ashok's waiting thighs. His penis glistened with their mingled juices. She forced herself lower and started to lick.

Ashok rested one hand on his cousin's head. Such a charming creature, so compliant! But the greater pleasure had been in her humiliation, and that of her father – his backward, ignorant old-fashioned uncle! Satisfied, he pushed her away and stood up. “Now, my dear cousin – you performed well enough but you need more training. Come over here!”

He strode over to the television and dragged a strange machine in front of the screen. It had a long flat saddle, an upright bar, and several chains hanging at various points. Mina followed him and stared down at the device. Her eyes widened at the sight of three black penis-shaped probes – two pointed upwards on the saddle and one pointed forwards at the top of the bar! Ashok smiled cruelly. “Yes, clever isn't it? This is a Slave Trainer – sit on it, cousin!” Mina swallowed and stumbled nearer. “Remember poor Ayesha – still fast asleep... Now sit on the saddle – you know where they go!” As Mina lifted her leg over the device, she looked down at the two probes – they were ribbed! She began to ease herself down. The tips were pushing against her cunt and anus! “All the way, cousin – or do you want me to force you down?” She shuddered and sank lower. The ends of the dildoes disappeared inside her body – it was so painful! Mina let out a long moan as her pubic bone reached the saddle. She had penetrated herself!

Ashok replaced her cuffs and swiftly padlocked her ankles to the sides of the frame so she couldn't touch the floor. He locked her wrists behind her back and used a short chain from her collar to force them up between her shoulders. Mina was weeping now, partly in fear, and partly in pain. Her pussy and backside ached dreadfully from their full penetration. Ashok pulled her head forward by the ring on her collar. “Open wide, dear cousin. Take the head in your mouth!” Mina whimpered but parted her lips to receive the broad probe. He waited until her mouth was wrapped around the shaft then drew the straps together behind her head, buckling it firmly so she would not be able to pull back.

“Good girl!” He stood back, admiring her posture. Her smooth tan skin glistened where it was uncovered by the red PVC outfit. “Clever device, this one – teaches obedience and good technique! You see, my dear cousin Mina, it stimulates each of your openings...like this!” He pressed a switch on the remote control. Her eyes widened as all three probes began to vibrate and move! They were pumping in and out – fucking her mouth, cunt, and ass simultaneously. She began to struggle and mewed desperately to be freed. He crouched next to her. “And the slave has to suck, squeeze and grip the probes or this happens...” Another button was pressed. Mina's body was suddenly racked by severe pain – electric shocks jolted through her tongue, vagina, and rectum. She jerked and wailed in agony. “So your body will learn...to suck, and squeeze, and grip on demand! Oh – I almost forgot! Your dear sweet sister!”

Mina stared at her cruel cousin through tear-blurred eyes. “Well, I may have misled you I'm afraid. You see, sweet young Ayesha has been here before you – she even lost her virginity on this very machine, just to save YOU!!” Mina burst into tears at his words. No! It wasn't true! He'd tricked them both!

Ashok turned on the television. “Just to keep you occupied, here's your precious sister! They should be starting very soon...”

Mina wept at the sight of her sister. Ayesha struggling, naked form was suspended and bent forward in a harness – just as Mina had been. There were several men roughly fondling the young girl's helpless body. One was pulling the dildo out from Ayesha's cunt!

“Goodbye, my dear cousin. I have sold you both for a profit, paid back my uncle for his stubborn stupidity, and enjoyed a wonderful day!” His words rang in her ears. Mina was distraught – reduced to a sex-slave, tricked into satisfying him, and now being ‘trained' on this cruel machine! She stared at the screen and witnessed her own poor sister's violent multiple rape...

Vikki was so frightened when the door opened that she wet herself. Two powerfully built men strode towards her, easily lifting her up by her chains. She wailed as she was pulled towards the cruel frame. One man held her while his colleague began to push her head forward until she was secured by her collar to the other end. Her cuffs were being freed but only so her arms and legs could be stretched apart and down! She felt the chains being tightened around her waist and at the tops of her thighs – she was totally helpless and exposed!

“Your buyer must really hate you!” One of the men taunted her. “Whatever you did to offend him was the biggest mistake of your life, cunt. He was very exact about how you should be punished and completely broken. You should never have crossed him!” ...” Vikki trembled at his words – what had she done? Who hated her? Why her? Why?

There was a sudden pinching stabbing pain at the tip of her left breast! She chewed the ball gag in agony and groaned as the pain was joined by the same thing in her right nipple. She tried to arch her back, to lift herself away but there was no relief from the severe discomfort. There were fingers at the top of her legs! She felt her labia being spread apart then a terrible stabbing sensation! Her poor clit ached dreadfully. Vikki's legs and buttocks went taut but she was so tightly secured that it gave her no relief. Her wails became urgent, desperate mewing. Again, her labia were being stretched open! Something was being pushed inside her pee hole! It was cold and hard! Tears were streaming down her face. There was an awful pressure against her anus – she knew that sensation! Vikki screamed as the un-lubricated dildo worked its way inside her ass. It was swiftly followed by another dildo that seemed thinner, almost too slim to stay in her cunt. The next words she heard were awful!

“If you want relief, you have to squeeze your cunt on the sensor. If you relax, you get this!”

Vikki began a scream but lost her breath as electricity surged through her body! Her muscles were in spasm, her jaw clamped down on the ball gag and her eyes were screwed shut as she fought the incredible pain. It wasn't just in her cunt, her ass was being savagely assaulted by the shocks and her nipples felt like they were on fire! Worst of all was the terrible, excruciating sensations at the front of her crotch. What she felt in her clit and urethra were beyond words! Through a haze of agony, Vikki could just make out his words. “You can ease the torment if you bear down on the sensor!” Somehow, she managed to force herself to contract inside. As her pelvic floor muscles tightened, the shocks reduced. It took all Vikki's concentration to hold the pressure against the sensor. “Good, very good! We'll return in an hour to see how you are bearing up – I mean DOWN!” He sniggered, paused, and then explained, “Of course the settings increase each time you release the sensor – that was set on Low!”

Vikki tried not to cry at his words. It was getting harder to hold herself tight against the sensor in her vagina. She was beginning to tire...as she went limp; the full force of the current savaged her again. She howled and dug her fingernails into her palms for any relief. The voltage was higher! She would never survive the torture – it was too powerful, too strong! After this, the multiple rapes, whipping and abuse seemed almost gentle! She fought down her panic and made herself contact her pelvic floor muscles. The voltage lowered but did not cease. This time, she lasted slightly longer before her strength gave way. The shocks increased with a vengeance! Again and again, she summoned her failing energy to bear down on the cruel probe deep between her labia. Again and again, she failed! Sweat was pouring off her. Her body shook in alternate agonies – sometimes it was the steadily increasing current, other times it was the cramp in her abdomen as she tried to stave off yet another relentless jolt.

She didn't make the full hour – not even close. She lost all control after 20 minutes and just lay in desperate pain as her tender flesh was subjected to increasingly severe electric torture. When they returned, Vikki was not even moving to ease the shocks. Her hair was soaked with perspiration. She panted and moaned like an animal. Her hands were all bloody where she had scraped the skin of her palms away with her fingernails. Her mouth was stained with red – her bitten tongue and lips were the cause. She didn't even respond when the power was shut off. Vikki had been broken to the point where she prayed for death, for the mercy of oblivion!

“You have a visitor – say hello to your buyer!” Vikki heard the words but their meaning didn't register. As the gag was pulled out, part of a broken tooth dribbled out with her bloodstained saliva. She had ground her jaws so tightly one of her front teeth had been chipped! There was a man standing in front of her head. She couldn't focus, couldn't see this person – the man who had ordered her to be abducted, beaten, raped, and tortured. He was speaking but the words made no sense...

“This is NOT the girl! I tell you SHE IS NOT THE GIRL! I not know who this bitch is you have here! The girl is older, taller! She REFUSED to dance – with ME! I will have her, I MUST have her. Now take this stupid fucking bitch out of my sight – and bring me the RIGHT girl!”

The stranger's words slowly sunk in. Vikki moaned feebly in utter despair. It had been a mistake! They had meant another girl but had captured her! She had suffered so much – for nothing! Her eyes dimmed as unconsciousness mercifully freed her from this awful reality. The last words she heard before she fainted were beyond belief...

“Shit, what a fucking waste! The wrong fucking bitch!”

“No, not a waste - we've got the video footage and this can go on the Organization's website. Now all we need is to think of the right ending to finish her AND the movie!”