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I pushed in hard and pulled out slowly, savoring the velvety feel surrounding my cock, but I really enjoyed her struggles in vain to stop me. Her twisting and turning was causing her some physical pain, but it was the loss of control that was penetrating her psyche and that is what I was trying to accomplish. I wanted her to hate this, draw no enjoyment at all, we were making her a convenient hole for our pleasure and making her miserable in the process. That is what gets me off, screwing with their minds and their emotions.
I felt pressure building toward a climax , so I slowed and pulled out to regain some composure, I wanted this to last at least an hour and I had been in her only for twenty-five minutes. So I started to chew lightly on her nipples, just enough to pinch them between my teeth. That caused a sharp pain and she jumped. There was not a lot of pain, but it told her that her comfort was not an issue, only our desires.
I was ready to continue and I pushed into her again, stroking in and out slowly. Still, she twisted and strained causing herself pain, not intense pain, but it did hurt and she was the perpetrator of that discomfort. I had to hold up three more times and finally ninety-two minutes later I shot my wad into her and yes it went into her cunt and possibly into the womb. Pregnancy was another threat I wanted weighing on her mind and emotions. I truly enjoy the humiliation of women. I feed on the fear, loathing and despair of the victim and this was so much more intense then the sessions with the voluntary subs. This victim was not submitting, she was being taken.
I stood and did myself up and then walked into the next room where the video feed was. We were taping this for our pleasure to relive the rape for years to come.
With the door shut she would not be able to hear us as I turned on a fan. Ted looked at me and asked, “Well?’
“Ted it was incredible, she wanted to get to me, to escape to do anything to stop it and she couldn’t. I loved when I came in her that she screamed obscenities. She is in a real state. We let her cool off for the night as planned and you have her for as long as you want tomorrow as agreed.” I said.
“Good deal buddy, it looked pretty tame to me, but whatever gets you off. Tomorrow, she will know what the real ride is all about. It is agreed she can be marked and even maimed, but she has to survive, with her face intact. But bloody noses and bruises are ok as long as they will clear up?” He clarified.
“Yup, that’s the deal. I am sure you will have a wonderful time. I am going to get a couple of hours and then I will let you sleep to get ready for tomorrow. Night and enjoy the show.” I left while Ted watched Susan turn, wiggle and twist to keep the semen from traveling to the place where babies are made.
We left her tied where I abused her. She lay in the cold and breezy room all night in her mangled clothes. It was a restless night for her, she would have been well advised to rest more, because Ted was the physical member of the team. He wanted to hurt her. He loved to inflict pain and lots of it. He was masterful about it, he would make the pain last and build to a climax.
The next morning, we donned the masks, then walked into the room, this time I was armed with the gun. You might be surprised at what we did next, particularly in view of what was going to happen later, but we had chores to do. We started by unfastening her restraints and handing her a bottle to drink, it was water. She looked terrified and was sure she was about to be poisoned. I shrugged and took a swig of the bottle and handed it back to her. She was convinced enough to drink it down, yesterday’s ordeal and the unpleasant night was made without a drink.
We let her finish the water. Then Ted handed her a wash clothe and motioned to her to clean herself. The crimson tone to her cheeks gave me a decided satisfaction. She was no stranger to sex, but she was always in control of the situation. She was embarrassed not by her relative nakedness, nor the erotic abuse, but by her loss of control.
Next we forced her to remove the tatters that was all that remained of the designer clothes she put on over a day ago, Next we forced her to her “privy” and pointed at it so she would understand she was to take care of her needs there. Ted left a another of her outfits as well as two more pints of water. No food yet she would be fed after Ted was finished with her. We took the shambles of the old outfit, then left closing the door and loudly latching it.
She rushed to the door and slammed her palms against it and looked for a way to force it open. There were none and slowly it dawned on her that her time was limited. She walked to the corner that was her bathroom and emptied her bladder. She was surprised to find a roll of tissue to clean herself. She looked at the outfit and decided to assert her will, she left the clothes where they lay.
At this point we returned, made a point of looking at the clothes laying there. We knew she had not dressed as we watched the monitor, but we did not want to give that detail away just yet.
I walked over to her, the gun pointed at her. I pointed to the clothes and she shook her head to the negative. I shrugged and fired a shot between her feet. She jumped and her eyes widened in terror. Ted pointed at the clothes again and she dressed. To her credit she did not rush, but she complied. To this point, she had not any indication that we would do anything to injure her permanently. The report of the shot changed that and the placement of the shot was intimidating.
It did not take her long, Ted had chosen her baby doll night gown, so, it was a matter of pulling on the panties and pulling he night gown over her head and on. I motioned to her to back up slowly she stepped back as I slowly walked forward. Sort of like we were dancing in a bizarre way.
When she arrived at the spot for her beating Ted knelt down and fasted cuffs on her ankles and the spread her legs and attached the heavy chains. She was not going to be able to close her legs to protect her privates. Next he fastened cuffs on her wrists and then to chains hanging down from the ceiling. He went to the wall and pulled on a chain and she was pulled up by her wrists until she was balancing on the balls of her feet. This was going to be her position for the next several hours. She was rendered helpless again. I left her to Ted and went to watch in the video room.
He started her off with a switch. It was just branch of birch, but it was sturdy and would induce pain without breaking the skin. Not that he couldn’t cut her with the switch, that was not part of the plan. He chose it because he could control it. In the beginning he swatted her bare legs and arms. She screamed and I saw a look of pleasure wash over Ted’s face. The first session was relatively short 20 minutes. Then, he let her rest for about 40 minutes.
The next session he began working over her buttocks, again the screams were stimulating Ted and for the next 40 minutes, he beat and heated her pretty behind. He was handling the switch with abandon and the fabric of her baby doll was cut off of her red welts marred her well kept skin. He finished after forty minutes, then left her sobbing and suspended by her wrists and took a break for an hour.
She hung there for two hours before Ted returned, the strain on her shoulders were draining her ability to resist the beating. The next beating lasted an hour, Ted focused on her breasts. This session was the loudest so far, When Ted was done the baby doll top was in a matching state as the panties, she was wearing it still but just wearing it. It was more fabric dangling off of her body that clothes.
He left her again for two hours, hanging in pain. He had lunch, we knew that not only was she in pain from the switch, hunger pangs were hounding her while she rested. That was the plan.
Ted entered again for the finale that was to last for two hours, for the first hour he focused on her vagina and abdomen half way through that hour, the baby doll top gave up the ghost and dropped to the floor. The panties hung valiantly keeping her somewhat modest. For the rest of the session he covered her whole body except the head. It was supposed to last another hour, as I had said but, she passed out solidly in a half hour.
So I came in and we moved her to her rape bed. We applied a balm to her welts and to her skin in general, to keep her from becoming infected, which was not likely, he had not drawn blood, but it was part of the plan. Then we waited for her to come around.
When she awoke she did not need to piss, she did that when she fainted. We entered to her squirming body and offered something to drink and then we spoon fed some soup to her. We let that settle for a couple of hours and hand fed her some sandwiches. When we were satisfied that she was in the recovery mode. We turned out the light and left her to spend the night.
“That was fun.” Was all that Ted said and showered then went to sleep. I watched as she actually rested as much as she could, it was chilly not really cold, just uncomfortable. To her and an outside observer, the care we took with her must have seemed confusing at the least and absurd at the most.
Have no allusions of the two of us having any feelings to her, she was just the object to be abused, the reason for the care was purely selfish. We did not want her injured more than from which she could recover. The second thing is that we under no circumstances wanted her death attributed to us.
Soon it would be day three of her ordeal and this was going to be a truly horrid day for the wench.
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