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Chapter 14
Debra was brought back to consciousness for the third time, by a bucket of ice cold water being dumped over her sweat and tear streaked face and head. She had now been ravaged by the three dogs five times, one right after the other, without any rest. Twice one of the dogs had tied with her, giving her some momentary peace, as the animal waited to free itself from her tight cunt. The streams of watery doggie sperm running down her thighs had grown cold, giving her chills, as she endured the torturous abuse of the beasts.
She was in a state of shock, disgusted and repulsed by what she had been put through, and worse, by the way that she had appeared to respond so enthusiastically. This was the worst thing that she could have ever imagined happening to her. She felt so drained, both physically and emotionally, that she could barely lift her head, as the men sitting out in front of her were still taunting her, slinging new insults at her. Several of the comments had caught her attention, and struck even more fear in her heart. Someone had said that she was getting the fucking of her life, since this would be her last day on earth. Another commented on how he loved watching a slut getting fucked to death. These two comments stuck in her head the most, but they where simply two of many seeming to indicate that she was in mortal danger.
Up until then, she had almost wished for her own death. Prior to her very real fear of being killed, she had thought of death as a swift end to this torture. Now feeling that she was facing it so imminently, she wanted nothing more than to live. She wanted to return to her family, or at least to see another sunrise, or the smile on her children's faces. She begged to the room while conscious, to free her. Promising to do anything they wanted, swearing to be completely obedient to their whims.
Her heart raced, as she pleaded with anyone within ear shot. She wanted so much to return home to see her young sons grow up to be men, to witness her daughter's marriage or graduation. She would plead and beg, and then cry and eventually pass out from exhaustion. The cycle had gone on seemingly endlessly, for how long, she could only wonder. She had been brought to sexual bliss seven times during the cycle, but just because her body had been flooded with such bliss, and such erotic pleasure, that her mind had not enjoyed even a moment of pleasure from it.
The 2nd dog had just finished and she hoped that it was over, when she felt someone at her side. She tried to twist her head and see what was happening, in fear of what would happen next to her. She saw a young woman kneeling down below her, and then felt the cool liquid being placed over her left breast, coating it completely with a thick gooey substance. She then moved to the right breast and did the same thing to her other breast. The longer that the goo stayed on her chest, the more heat that it generated, causing her skin to burn.
She cried and begged to have the substance wiped off, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. She was in agonizing pain from the burning stuff coating her chest, and she tossed her head from side to side, crying in pain. She then felt a bowl of some freezing substance pressed onto her chest. She was torn between the burning substance, and freezing cubes, now pressed against her chest.
She then felt a long thin ice tube placed at the entrance of her ass. The cock shaped tube had been cut and measured to fit completely inside of her anal passage, and was quite thick to boot. She screamed in terror, as it was slid into her anus. The woman pushed the final inch in past the bud of her sphincter, and then stuck her finger in an inch as well, ensuring that the icy dick was deep inside of her ass.
She tried desperately to push the ice out of her ass, to relieve the pain of the freezing cock. She pushed with all of her might, but the muscles of her intestines seemed frozen or paralyzed. She was unable to force the icy cock past her anal bud, in order to expel the freezing phallus. She could feel the ice melting inside of her ass, causing indescribable sensations, as the chilling fluid drained from her bowels. She cried out again, begging for help. But she was left bound, with the cubes of chilled meat dangling from the gooey meaty grease coating her chest, and an icy cock melting in her ass, when the third dog was released to mount her for a second time.
He had been well trained to breed with human bitches, and went to work immediately. His massive cock slid in easily to her well stretched out and well lubricated cunt. He slipped in his entire length in on his first jack-rabbited thrust. The combination of his warm cock touching the walls that divided her cunt from her freezing bowels was unbearable. It sent waves of pleasure through her nervous system, unlike any she had ever felt before.
Once the dog, the best trained of the trio, had found a good angle and speed inside of her, the other two dogs where freed of their leashes. The animals went for the meat that was essentially glued to her chest, their heated tongues began lapping the juicy strips on her chest. She was taken by this new sensation, adding to the others, as their coarse tongues ran over her sensitive chest. She moaned out loudly in pleasure, breaking her crying streak, as the multiple sensations over ran her nervous system, and had her kneeling there in a sexual haze.
The comments from the peanut gallery persisted, as she fought back the feelings attacking her mind and body. Repulsed and disgusted as she was, she still felt a sense of sexual bliss wash over her. She had never felt such wonderful sensations before, as the pulsing riveting cock continued sawing in and out of her cunt, while the other two beasts dined off her breasts.
The comments being slung at her barely registered anymore, as her mind tried to deal with the sensational overload of erotic sensations flooding her nervous system, as the most powerful orgasm of her life washed over her body. Her eyes had begun fluttering, as she screamed out in bliss, unable to hide her release from the crowd. She felt her juices flood her pussy, flowing over the dogs raging cock. He seemed to feel her heat, as his knot began to swell. The dogs nibbling at her chest had cleaned off all of the hanging strips of meat from her tits, and had begun taking small bites of the goo stuck to her chest. She would wince and yelp, at the small nips, but they too added to her body's overloaded sensations.
She was trying to recover from her last mind numbing orgasm, when she felt another one building in her crotch, as the ravaging cock began forcing it knot inside of her cunt. She tried again to fight of the feelings now sweeping over her, but it too over came her. Her mind again swam in erotic euphoria, under the assault of three animals' tongues and cock. She inhaled deeply, desperate to regain control, even as her mind drifted further into a haze.
The dog ravaging her with his cock had now worked his knot completely into her cunt, but the chill from the icy cock in her ass slowed him from releasing his seed into her. Even with his knot buried inside her, he continued his relentless pounding of her now quite sore pussy. Her cunt felt more sore and abused, than she would have thought possible only a week ago. It was pained by each of the 180 to 200 strokes a minute that the dog was doing, as it pounded its long thick cock, and even thicker knot, into her now well used orifice. Super sensitive to the touch, she grimaced through the pain, while still being overcome by the pleasure of the animal's organ impaled inside of her.
The next orgasm was at least as intense as the second one, causing her to bite her own tongue, as she screamed out her release. The release of her juices over his organ, gave the dog the final stimulation that he needed to release his own seed inside of her. He howled out in victory, as he jetted stream after stream of his watery sperm into her already filled womb. The ice in her ass had by now all but melted completely, and she passed out, exhausted from the incredible orgasms that she had experienced. The dog stayed impaled in her abused cunt waiting for his not to shrink enough to allow him to uncouple from his bitch.
Gianni had returned home, and immediately dubbed a copy of his tape with Debra. He couldn't bear to think of the tape getting destroyed by his VCR, and therefore, having a secure copy of it, was a priority to him. He was disturbed to find that he had no blank tapes, so he reached for the first video on his shelf, without a second thought. It was the recording he had made of Super Bowl thirty, and one of his favorite games of all time, but over the next two hours, he had taped over it, while he watched the tape of Debra and him. As he watched the erotic tape, he masturbated himself to orgasm twice more.
He had received a call from someone claiming to be a friend of Mr. Fass's, who needed some work done immediately, and offered to pay him well for his trouble. Before leaving, he had returned the tape, labeled Super Bowl 30, to the shelf, and placed the original tape, labeled with the day's date, in his fire proof lock box.
Mr. Fass had been on the phone for nearly two hours. At first, he was more than a little reluctant with Mr. Bradley's proposition. It was risky, and an unwarranted risk in his opinion, but Mr. Bradley was a powerful man in the city. Mr. Fass not only respected him, but needed his power, to keep the club's activities quite. The negotiations had taken more time than either man would have liked, but in the end, Mr. Fass was satisfied that he could live with the arrangements, as apparently so would Mrs. Barone. Three men had now lost their lives over the incident, and that was enough blood shed for him. His men and contacts had apparently gathered all the film, videos, and photo's of Mrs. Barone's activities from the beginning of her being blackmailed, and they would be transferred to Mr. Bradley.
Mr. Fass listened to the final stipulations of the arrangement, as he watched on one of his security monitors, the 55 gallon bucket of acid being wheeled out and placed next to the one containing the lime, near the incinerator. He had left the three men to be discovered by police, as a sign to those in the know, of what betraying him meant. He had planned to make all evidence of Mrs. Barone's being here, or her ordeals of the last week disappear. There was a fourth scum sucker currently being questioned by his men, but they hadn't seen any evidence of him in the videos or photos.
He then glanced over to the monitor of Mrs. Barone. She was still in the circle. His men had begun to reposition her on the stocks, while the stallion was being led up to the circle. He hit his buzzer, signaling for his assistant to come into his office immediately, as he hung up the phone.
Debra Barone had found a new energy reserve for her struggles, as she screamed out her protest. The horse being led up behind her bound position was sporting a two and a half foot erection, pointed right between her wide spread legs. She cried out loudly, as the men around her in the room cheered the horse and its trainer forward towards her. She was sure that this is what was meant when she was told that she would be fucked to death. Surely having that massive cock forced into her tiny body would kill her, just from its being thrust into her. The horse snorted its foul breath in her face, as he was guided over the top of her bound body. She screamed for mercy, begging someone to save her. The large, 8 inch round, cock of the stallion was rubbing up her leg, as she flailed about helplessly, hoping to be saved.
She felt the horrible phallus moving up her leg, leaving a slimy coat of pre-cum coating her leg as it moved closer to her pussy. She was going to die with a horse's dick stuffed inside of her cunt. How had her life led her to this? She had so many regrets about the many things that she would miss about her children's lives. Her hopes and dreams for them were now so distant and wasted. She had continued screaming for help, even after the stallion had been led away from her, and taken away from the area of the circle. She continued pleading with anyone who was listening to save her, even as her arms where released from the stocks.
She finally calmed down a little, as she was drug, as she was unable to walk, back to room O. She had been so drained from her hours of torture and rape, that her legs couldn't even support her own weight anymore. She was essentially tossed into a frigid shower, as the doggie sperm was sprayed away from her body. Thankfully she was given a most thorough cleaning, as her skin was scrubbed clean, between the two douches and enema's that she was made to endure.
She was allowed to brush her teeth, as long as she liked, and took over twenty minutes doing so, but her mouth still didn't feel clean. She was then dressed in a thin black tube top and a micro-mini skirt. The skirt was so shirt, that she thought that it couldn't be worn without shaving before leaving the house, and by this, she meant more than just shaving her legs. They then helped her into sheer, thigh-high stockings. Her hair was expertly done again, and her make-up was applied in the least whore-like manner that it had been done in all weekend.
She had been dolled up, much as she would have done by herself to go out on the town, to some place nice, other than she wouldn't have dressed so sluttily. She was made up, this time, to look very attractive. She was then shocked to have the cuffs cut from her wrists and ankles with a pair of shears. She then was taken outside to a darkened limo, and blindfolded, before the car drove off into the night.
Gianni returned home to find that he had been burglarized. His fire proof look box had been taken, but other than that, he could find nothing missing, though the burglars had pried open his locked file cabinets, and destroyed the place, as if in search of something in particular. He was grateful to find that at least he still had the copy of the tape that he had made. It was in its box, which was now on the floor, with the rest of his videos.
Mr. Bradley instructed the driver to just leave her on the bed in the guest room. The exhausted woman had passed out on the way over, and he had been unable to wake her up when they had arrived at his house. Mr. Bradley went off to his own bed, allowing Debra to get some much needed sleep.
She awoke to find herself sore as hell. Her thighs felt like she had just run a marathon, while her ass and cunt felt like they had been fucked for days with a telephone pole. She could still feel both of them gaping open, as if the cocks that had fucked her, had just exited her body.
Scared of what might happen to her next she pretended to be asleep for the next twenty minutes. She would toss and turn settle down and then wink a glance around the room. Finally confident she was alone in the room and unable to hold back the urge to use the restroom she got up and headed for the bathroom. The room was dimly let by the rising sun outside the window. She noted the beautiful furnishings around the room as she entered the bathroom.
She found she was able to lock the bathroom door once she entered and noting it had no keyhole on the other side felt finally safe and having a bit of privacy for the first time in week.
She took a moment and looked at herself in the long full wall mirror. She noticed how thin and fit she looked she must have lost ten or no twenty pounds she thought over the last two months. This week she had sparsely ate three maybe four times if you didn't count the gallons of seaman she felt she had swallowed. She could see her abdominal muscles and felt thinner than she had in years. She moved her hand down to her belly and lifted up the ring now centered in her navel. She then lifted her micro mini skirt and stared at the ring glittering in her incredibly sore cunt. She took note at that moment just how sore she really was. Her thighs showed some bruising from the hours of abuse she had received and the lips of her cunt where fat and puffy swollen from the ordeal she had been through.
She felt so sore and tired, her arms, legs, and neck ached from the obscene positions she had been forced to stay in over the last few days. She moved the ring in her cunt and it sent waves of pain through her crotch. Seeing the opportunity she began trying to unscrew the ball holding the ring together it took her a minute to get a good grip with her finger tips but finally after causing herself great pain she began unscrewing it. She worked the ring out of her cunt's lip grimacing through the pain.
She looked at the quickly closing hole left by ring and sighed in relief, Ray would never notice such a small mark on her lip. That was the moment she remembered the tattoo that had been placed on her ass. She quickly spun around and lifted the back of the skirt.
Her ass was marked with small streaks from one of her many torturers and a large red patch glistening with Vaseline was visible but she could see no other sign of the tattoo. How could that be, God knows she felt the tattoo being applied even now her ass cheeck was sore from the inking. She lifted her ass trying to see what had been written or drew on her skin but found nothing.
Relieved that again Ray would see nothing she looked at herself again in the mirror. She again focused on her tanned belly she began trying to work the ring from her navel. She tried as hard as she could to turn the ball but she just couldn't grip it. She finally gave up after five minutes of causing herself pain. She looked over her legs and arms she could find no marks from the many injections she had been given but felt no better about herself. She noticed her heaving breast still larger than the had been she was probably a full cup size larger than she had been before this.
She would tell Ray the just looked bigger. She had lost weight. Yea she thought she could get back to her normal life again. She opened her mouth and began to unscrew the stud running through her tongue. She then relieved herself before bawling on top of the toilet as she relived the nightmare of the week in her mind.
She finally pulled her hands from her lap and looking up she saw him standing there.
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