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Chapter 8 Things Get Rough
“You don’t need to hurt me. I’ll fuck your brains out,” I offered as Lonnie and Earl marched me down the basement stairs. I meant it too. Avoiding another beating was priority one even if it meant catering to the sexual whims of a pair of cretins.
“But we get our kicks hurting sluts like you,” said Lonnie slamming his fist into my gut. I doubled over with pain and would have tumbled down the stairs except they were holding me under my armpits. They carried me the rest of the day ddown the rest of the steps then dumped me on the floor.
I didn’t straighten up until they attached leather cuffs to my wrists and hung me from the ceiling. A chain connected the cuffs. Earl lifted me so Lonnie could loop the chain over a hook in a an exposed floor joist. When Earl released me, I felt a good foot almost jerking my shoulders out of their sockets. My toes barely brushed the floor. The pain in my arms was major.
“Please guys, anything, just name it, oral, anal, we can get kinky. I love to rim butt,” I said so so desperate to avoid more torture I offered to stick my tongue up their dirty ass.
“Open wide, bitch,” said Lonnie placing a red ball gag against my lips.
If I was gagged, I couldn’t beg them not to hurt me so I resisted by clinching my teeth shit. That turned out to be a bad idea.
All of a sudden, my right nipple was in the jaws of a pair of household pliers. When I screamed in pain, Lonnie pushed the rubber ball in my mouth. He tightened the buckle behind my head so tight the leather strap cut into the corners of my mouth. When he saw the gag was in place, he celebrated with another gut punch. My God that hurt. Being hammered in the abdomen whenile you are stretched out by your own weight hurts more. I wanted to puke but decided thatit was a bad idea since I was gagged. I choked it back.
Earl swung me back and forth using the pliers. I was just far enough off the floor I couldn’t stop him. The pain in my boob was unbearable. From the looks of their faces, I could tell my pain was their pleasure.
After he swung me a few times using my knocker for leverage, he let me go. But not before he bent over and bit the hell out of my boob. There were bloody teeth marks in my areola. I was so terrified and in such pain, I was trembling.
“Any more shit out of you and I’ll bite your tit off and eat it,” said Earl.
“I’ll do the other one,” said Lonnie catching the end of my undamaged boob in his teeth and biting down hard. His teeth sunk into my flesh and I honestly though he was going to chow down on me; but after a long moment of terrible pain he let go and smiled at me with bloodstained teeth.
They left me alone for a minute. While the two were searching through a cabinet behind me, I had a chance to look around. It was a downscale version of Jill and Lenard’s basement play space. The basement was unfinished with a concrete floor, and the walls were the foundation’s cinder blocks. It looked and smelled like a basement. There were several homemade benches and tables placed around the room. A well worn doctor’s examination table was nearby. Ominously, the stirrups were spread wide at a steep upward angle. Speculums of several shapes and sizes were on a near by table. Nothing looked very antiseptic. Even scarier was that there were what appeared to be blood stains on the floor. The odd thought occurred to me that I had come down in the world of torture chambers.
“These look like fun,something Marnie would enjoy,” said Earl appearing from behind me holding a pair of weighted nipple clamps.
They looked sinister and evil to me, far more vicious than the ones sold online to couples interested in experimenting with S&M. The teeth in the alligator clamp were pointed and overcoming their spring required a strong digital effort on Earl’s part making me wonder if they would chop my nipples off.
“Let me see,” said Lonnie examining the cylindrical weight. “It says 2 kg. What the fuck does that mean?”
“Feels like about five pounds, said Earl hefting the weight obviously not familiar with the metric system.
I cringed as Lonnie held the alligator clamp in front of my face opening the jaws and allowing them to snap shut a couple of times. “Baby, you are going to get off wearing these.”
“I know how to make it worse,” said Earl grabbing my left nipple in his pliers. I was screaming into the gag as he pulled me off my feet. When the flesh was a good two inches long, he twisted the pliers full circle then allowed the open alligator clamp to snap shut around the base of my bud. I went nuts at the pain. I tried to shake it off but that only made it worse as my frantic movements caused the weight to swunging painfully back and forth elongating my boob.
“I think the cunt really enjoyed that. Let me do the other one,” said Lonnie applying his pliers to my other breast.
It was a searing pain that made me gasp for air, not easy to do with a ball gag blocking your wind. My boobs felt like something was burning the ends off with a blowtorch.
“I found a bigger one for her pussy and it’s a humdinger,” said Earl holding up an even nastier looking alligator clamp. The weight looked twice as heavy as the others and the alligator part was two inches long.
Lonnie heldforced my legs apart as Earl captured my clit in his pliers and proved it could stretch a couple of inches. He lifted me off the ground by the thin tendril of flesh. When he let those cruel teeth snapped shut on that nerve rich piecearea of flesh I almost went out of my mind. The bastard held the weight for a few seconds before he let it drop. I was surprised it didn’t rip my clit off.
“Before we’re done here, we’ll make you like one of those lesbian bitches who cut off their tits and clits,” said Lonnie taking hold of the nipple clamps and applying additional pressure. Blood spurted out on his fingers as the razor like teeth broke my flesh.
The pain was like a white hot line through my brain. It closed out all my other senses. It had only lessened a little when my back exploded in agony. I couldn’t see behind me but it must have been Lonnie because Earl appeared at my front whipping the air with a flexible cane. After a couple of trial runs, he landed a solid blow on my abdomen. My next tribulationordeal consisted of being caned by the pair.
I’m not sure how long they whipped me. It felt like forever but I don’t think I could have lived through more than a half hour. They worked up and down my body countless times. My flesh was on fire from my calves to the top of my shoulder blades.
The bastards laughed and joked as they discussed where theyat body part they were going to cane next. They made a game out of landing simultaneously on my armpits. If you don’t think that’s a sensitive area, buy your best friend a five feet length of green bamboo and ask him to wail the daylights out of one pit. The agony is off the charts. My armpits were so swollen the next day I couldn’t hold my arms down my side.
Several times, Earl angled the cane so it landed directly on my vagina just as Lonnie caned the inside of my butt cheeks. My clit and anus went numb, and I worried itthey would never regain feeling. My greatest fear was that I had become a fem nullo, incapable of orgasm. The clamp on my clitoris was tearing the flesh as the weight reacted to gravity. Blood was trickling down onto my thighs.
Just when I started wishing they would kill me and end my agony, they stopped and took me down. Unable to stand, I slumped to the floor and lay there unmoving. Every inch of my body screamed with pain.
My respite was short lived as Earl appeared with a combination gag and funnel whose function was easy to guess.
“Look what I found,” said Earl holding up the contraption. “You feel like taking a piss, Lonnie?”
“I can always drain my lizard,” said Lonnie unbuckling the ball gag and replacing it with the funnel gag. It was rubber and tasted of neoprene. There was also the slight aroma of urine. I wasn’t the first to be forced to swallow pee with that device. Still, I was too exhausted and beaten to resist.
The part that went in my mouth worked like a teeth protector athletes wear. The important difference was that the tube ended an inch inside on my tongue. I was too exhausted to do anything but kneel there as they pulled their cocks out.
“Enjoy,” said Earl before he spit in the funnel then unleashed a strong stream of dark yellow urine. Then he made his idea of a joke. “Hope you don’t mind a little recycled beer.”
I did mind but I didn’t have a choice. The smell of rank male urine filled my nostrils as the warm fluid arrived on my tongue. I began to gulp down the filthy liquid, swallowing as fast as I could.
“Look that the bitch gulp it down. She loves it,” observed Lonnie.
I didn’t love it but the funnel gag didn’t give me any choice.
“I really had to go,” said Earl shaking off the last drops before adding another gob of spit.
“My turn,” said Lonnie imitating his companionpartner.
They must have been saving up. When Lonnie finished, I felt like I had swallowed a couple of quarts. I was sweating like a pig from the warm liquid.
“She looks like we knocked her up,” said Earl pointing to my bloated belly.
Waves of nausea passed over me. I did look five months pregnant. Off came the funnel gag. Then they removed the clamps by jerking them off. Tiny pieces of flesh and blood were attached to the saw teeth. I would have begged them to kill me if I had the strength.
“You guys having fun,” asked Tom appearing downstairs?
I was surprised to see the stripper named Rita standing behind him. She was holding the handle of a piece of luggage. It was one of those rolling boxes made of molded plastic. I shuddered at the thought of what kind of hellish instruments of torture were inside.
“So far Iit’s been one hell of a party,” said Earl. “I just wish we had more time to work on the slut. We were just getting warmed up.”
“We haven’t fucked her yet and I’m horny,” said Lonnie grabbing his crotch for emphasis.
“That’s right. You promised we could fuck the bitch, Tom,” said Earl.
“Shit, I haven’t got all night,” said Rita wheeling the luggage to the side of the examination table.
“Well, you’re just going to have to wait until we’ve done her,” said Earl sounding truculent.
“You two go ahead. Rita and I will watch,” said Tom pulling her into an embrace that included grabbing her ass to grind it against his crotch. “Put her in the fuck bench so you can double up.”
The fuck bench turned out to be another crudely constructed torture device that bent me like a clothespin in a vertical position. My ankles were pressed against the sides of my head and my bottom was pointed toward the basement ceiling. Nylon straps with Velcro fasteners secured me to the degree I couldn’t move more than an inch. The crown of my head was an inch off the floor. It was an agonizing forward bend bondage position.
Tom was right about the purpose of the fuck bench. It was built for two guys to stand facing one another as they fucked down into the orifice of their choice. Its creator designed the bench to maximize the accessibility of the vagina an anus. I was totally and helplessly exposed and the two took full advantage of my situation.The crown of my head was an inch off the floor. It was an agonizing bondage position.
Fingers Unwashed digits entered my anus and vagina and pulledpried them open so the two could spit inside me. Looking back I realized it was a perfect position for them to fuck both my holes. The two jerked each other’s cocks as they forced fingers and thumbs in my narrow passageways. My screams of pain and fear added to their lust. Finally, Ththeir large uncircumcised cocks entered my ass and pussy simultaneously. I groaned and moaned at their entry.
“She’s a good fuck. Isn’t she” asked Tom watching the proceeding closely.
“Yeah, she’s good,” said Lonnie pounding away inside my pussy.
“She won’t be good for anything when I’m done with her,” said Rita.
The sounds of Rita grunting caused me to look in their direction. Tom had Rita bent over a chair. He was holding her hips. Her skirt was pulled up and he was pounding his cock into her pussy. She had one hand on the chair seat supporting her as the other worked her pussy. She and Tom were watching intently as Lonnie and Earl rammed themselves deep inside me. I suppose the three of us were a hot sight if you are into observing sado-masochism. My grunts and moans added to Rita’s as we both got fucked.
Lonnie and Earl worked my holes taking the occasional opportunity to spit into my openings. I could feel their slime sliding slowly down inside me. I wouldn’t call what they were doing romantic.
It wasn’t long before Tom finished. Rita squatted down and cupped her hand over her pussy and expelled his load. Then she walked over to me and knelt down. All the while, the two bikers were doing everything possible to make my double fucking as unpleasant as possible.
“Eat it or I’ll dig your eye out with my fingernails,” said Rita placing her palm over my mouth.
Eating second hand come recently extracted from a stripper’s well-screwed pussy seemed a better alternative to permanently losing the sight in one eye so I opened wide and licked the palm of her hand. She held it there until I finished then wiped the residue across my face.
When she moved away I could see out of the corner of my eye she was unpacking what appeared to be electrical equipment from the suitcase. A complicated appearing control box was plugged into a wall socket. There were a good dozen electrical leads attached to the front of the box.
The equipment was similar to what Dan had used on Roger Ward in the DVD Jill had shown me. From the way, Roger had screamed and begged I had a good idea what I was in for if I survived the brutal fucking Lonnie and Earl were subjecting me to.
The hurtingworst part of their fuck came when the two of them managed to get both their cocks in first my pussy and then my anus. While they were both inside my ass, one forced his fist inside my vagina to wrap his hand around my rectum effectively masturbating their cocks from inside my body. I contributed to their fun by screaming my head off. I was certain that if somehow I survived, I would be wearing diapers for the rest of my days. Both my orifices felt stretched beyond the point of return. My torture fuck ended when the two dumped their loads into my bowelse.
I thought my spine would snap when they removed the straps holding me in the fuck bench and straightened me up. They picked me up and carried me over to the examination table and once again strapped me down to where I couldn’t move. My legs were bound to the stirrups with Velcronylon straps. Rita took position between my legs and got my attention by delivering an open palmed slapped to my already damaged clitoris.
“You having a bad day, Marnie,” asked Rita with a smirk on her face? She forced a gloved hand in my vagina. That hurt like hell. “Those two really stretched you out. You’re not going to be much of a tight fuck anymore. Not that it will matter after I’m finished with you.”
“Please, why are you doing this? I don’t know anything. Tom knows more that I do,” I said.
“Or maybe you know a lot more and are one hell of an actress,” said Tom. “Rita will get the truth out of you. Won’t you, RitaBaby?”
“Bitch will be singing like a bird in a few minutes,” said Rita applying some kind of white lubricant to a thin flexible clear plastic probe. Once that was done, she separated my labia to position the probe.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she forced the probe inside me.
“I’m inserting an electrical probe in your urethra. It will go right down your pee hole into your bladder. I’ll make your piss boil if you don’t cooperate,” said Rita as she found my pee hole and worked the probe into me. That hurt like hell and felt beyond weird as it traveled down my urethra.
I watched as Rita applied lubricant to a large shiny egg shaped object. She wasn’t above keeping me informed. I suppose they stressed communication in the torture school she attended.
“This goes deep in your cervix. Think of it as a baby named Sparky,” said Rita slipping a speculum in my vagina then twisting the screw to open me up. It was far larger than the one Dr. Murray used to examine me. It felt like the insideopening of my vagina was about to rupture.
“Let me look. I never saw the inside of a pussy before,” said Lonnie stepping closer.
“Knock yourself out,” said Rita handing him a small flashlight.
After Lonnie admired the interior of my vagina, he handed the flashlight to Earl.
“Shit, I can see my come,” said Earl.
When they satisfied their curiosity, Rita used a long pair of forceps to force the egg inside me deep enough to hurt like all hell.
“Right next to your ovaries, I’m going to fry your eggs,” said Rita removing the speculum. “Now to open your backdoor.”
A very large speculum cranked open my anus. She pushed that egg so far in I thought it was coming out my mouth.
Powered bands circled by boobs forcing them to react like over inflated balloon. Someone had trained Rita in what she was doing. The question was where. You can’t find electrical torture in the syllabus of your local community college. She attached single leads to my ear lobes and big toes. There were separate connections for my major and minor labia. And to make it complete, she sucked my damaged clitoris into a vacuum cup then tightened a circular band around the base.
“There, you’re ready for the experience of a lifetime,” said Rita. “Now for a test run.”
The test run wasn’t that awful, just an uncomfortable buzz on the place of interest. Rita worked the knobs and switches on the control box like a professional. I obviously wasn’t the first person she had electrified.
“I’m She’s ready, Tom,” said Rita.
“This is going to be something,” said Lonnie. He and Earl were watching with the level of interest their kind normally applied to wrestling.
Tom questioned me. “If you tell me where Dan is, you can leave right now.”
“I don’t know. I thought he was dead until the FBI told me there was no DNA match,” I said.
“She’s all yours, Rita,” said Tom.
Rita gave each of my individual body parts enough electricity to make me scream.
“That was just to test the equipment, Marnie. Now, I’m going to get serious. Are you sure you don’t have something you want to tell us,” said Rita turning the dial on the control box.
For the next several minutes, I was in indescribable hell. It did feel like my urine was boiling in my bladder. And the metal egg in my womb caused me to believefeel I was being cooked from the inside out. At times, the current passed through my body making me think my bones were cracking. The devices in my pussy and ass would exchange energy causing me to beg for her to stop.
After a prolonged period of pure hell, Rita stopped to allow Tom to repeat his question. I decided to lie to avoid more pain then couldn’t think of anything that was believable.
I watched as Rita turned the dial increasing the voltage. When the current hit me, I arched off the table screaming my lungs out.
“Want me to burn one of her boobs off,” asked Rita?
“Shit yeah, I’d like to see that,” said Lonnie.
“Just char them a bit,” said Tom. “Burn a ring around them.”
Seconds later I smelled my flesh burning. That was when I lost control of my bodily functions. I opened up all three holes like a torrent. A column of piss puke exploded out of my mouth as my sphincter expelled the egg along with a bucket full of loose shit. Apparently, being electrically tortured in the asshole leads to explosive diarrhea. Equally Aamazingly, my pee hole blew out the probe and a stream of hot piss hit Rita in the face. When I opened my eyes, I realized that Rita was covered in all three fluids. Lonnie and Earl were laughing their ass off. Bikers have a weird sense of humor.
“I’m going to kill you for that,” said Rita looking very pissed as she wiped her face with a tissue. Her hair was covered in a layer of vomit combined with some very dark looking piss. And there was a spray of brown shit covering her abdomen. Of course, I was in even worse condition fluid wise, but I was too fucked over to care..
I screamed, “No,” as she twisted the dial as far as it would go and started flipping switches. It felt like my spine was snapping as full current hit from every direction. I heard two loud pops then lost consciousness. When I came to the idea that I was dead was contradicted by the presence of Special Agent Alice Tyson wiping puke off my face.
“She alive,” asked Special Agent Larry Tyson who was standing over a kneeling Tom and Rita? He’d already handcuffed them behind their backs. Lonnie and Earl were lying on the floor. Lonnie was missing half of his skull, obviously dead. But a still alive and Earl was holding his abdomen. There was blood seeping between his fingersclutching his wounded arm. There was blood seeping between his fingers..
“Yes, alive and knowing Marnie, ready to fuck,” said Alice not at all put off by the filth covering me. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips slipping her tongue into my mouth. All I could think of was, “Yuck.”
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