Collected by Djian
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BECKY'S ORDEAL (M/f nc, torture, rape, kidnap, slavery)
CHAPTER ONE
I picked up this little bitch hitchhiking. She said her name was Becky, and
I believed her, because the way she answered when I asked her made it
obvious she hadn't bothered to think of an alias. She also said she was
twenty-one, which was bullshit, since she was running away from home. I
figured she was maybe seventeen. But once I got her engaged in conversation,
I could see her starting to relax. Enough so that she agreed to stop and
have a bite to eat with me. She wasn't especially pretty, more like
average-looking, with long wavy brown hair and big wide eyes. She was a
little on the plump side, but I could tell even through her ratty-looking
jean jacket that she had nice big, well-formed tits. She came from a little
town up north, which didn't surprise me. We get a lot of runaways through
these parts on the way to the city. It's a small town, but we get so many
people passing through that hardly anybody takes any notice. Which gave me
an idea. I'm an artist by trade, working out of my house in the woods, but
I've been known to run a little extracurricular activity on the side. This
girl would be just perfect for my business. We stopped at a little
greasy-spoon off the main road, and halfway through dessert she announced
she had to go to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to slip a little
something in her drink and finish paying the cheque. When she got back, I
told her to finish up quickly so we could leave. She drained the last half
of her Coke in a single gulp, and we went back out to the car.
We hadn't gone far when Becky started to feel a little drowsy. I could see
her head drooping against her ample chest, her big baby blues starting to
drift shut. Pretty soon she was fast asleep. My house is isolated, to say
the least; more than a mile from the nearest neighbor in any direction, lots
of trees all around. My favorite feature is the basement, dug deep enough to
keep in any sound, with no windows, nice, cold stone walls and a good solid
concrete floor. Over the years I've taken the time to accumulate a number of
special toys, and the basement is the perfect place to keep them. The
basement door is solid steel, with a heavy combination lock on both the
inside and the outside.
It was well after dark by the time we got to my house, and Becky still
wasn't stirring. I'd given her a strong enough dose to keep her out cold for
at least another hour. I dragged her into the house and down to the
basement, where I proceeded to cut off her clothes with a pair of sharp
scissors. She wouldn't be needing them anymore. As I was disposing of her
used garments in the wood furnace, I had a quick look at the tag on her bra.
It was a 40DD. Just the way I like them. The next step was getting her nice
and secure. She'd be waking up soon, and although at six foot four and 250
pounds, she was no match for me, I wasn't in the mood for a struggle
tonight.
On one wall I have a set of chains and cuffs hanging. I dragged Becky over
to that wall and set about fastening her to the wall. When I was finished,
she dangled helplessly, like some kind of medieval prisoner, wrists and
ankles secured to the wall. The chains were long enough that she had some
range of motion; her feet were on the floor, but she couldn't move more than
eight or ten inches away from the wall. I stepped back to examine my
handiwork. She was a little on the heavy side for my tastes, but a little
crash diet, courtesy of yours truly, would do the trick. Her tits were truly
magnificent, though, huge white globes with wide pink nipples in the middle.
The nipples were soft at the moment, but I was sure we could fix that in a
hurry, just as soon as she was awake. I would have to pierce her, too, but
that could wait until another day.
It wasn't long before I saw her starting to stir. I thought I'd better gag
her before she woke up. I didn't want her pestering me with a lot of stupid
questions right off the bat. I selected a medium-sized ball gag for my
purposes, black rubber with a full harness. Her muscles were still loose
enough that I was able to slip it into her mouth without too much trouble.
Getting it out later would be another issue, but I was willing to deal with
that issue when the time came. Becky awoke slowly, tossing her head from
side to side gently, as if she was trying to find her pillow. She tried to
rub her eyes, but found her wrists were secured too far away for her hands
to reach her face. Suddenly she snapped to life, her eyes popping open, and
she looked around frantically, trying to figure out where she was. "Hello,
Becky," I said calmly. Through the gag, she let out a little squeal. A
comical look of shock spread across her face when she realized her mouth was
full. She tried to expel the gag, but to no avail. With a sob, she looked at
me, her eyes wide and pleading. Tried to pull away from the wall, but of
course she wasn't going anywhere. I let her experiment for a couple more
minutes, just sitting in my special chair with my arms crossed over my
chest, watching with the hint of a smile spreading across my face. Finally I
decided I'd better break the silence, before my little guest started to get
bored. "Those are lovely titties you've got there, Becky," I said. I stood
up and uncrossed my arms, revealing the object I was holding in my hand.
Somehow I doubted she'd seen one before, but the look on her face told me
she knew exactly what it was for.
"You know what I'd like you to do, Becky? I'd like you to shake those pretty
titties for me."
Becky shook her head, gave out a little moan, her eyes pleading with me to
let her go. I caressed the object in my hands, a vicious-looking
cat-o-nine-tails. It's gentle compared to some of my other toys, but I
thought I'd start my young guest off slowly. But I do love to see a nice big
pair of tits shaking, so I figured she could entertain me for a little
while. Besides, she could certainly use the exercise. "Go ahead, Becky. Make
them shake for me." Reluctantly, the girl started to sway back and forth as
much as she could. Her fat titties began to swing slightly as she moved, but
not enough for my liking.
"More." I gave her pale white thighs a little kiss with the whip, making her
jump in surprise.
"That's more like it," I said. "Jump for me, Becky. Let's see those titties
move."
Becky began to hop up and down, her feet leaving the ground perhaps an inch.
The chains on her wrists and ankles didn't give her a lot of latitude, but
after a few more licks from the whip, she started to really throw her whole
body into each jump. Before long those marvellous globes of hers were
swinging up and down so hard I thought they would give her a black eye. She
managed to keep it up for a good seven or eight minutes before she began to
tire. I used the whip to keep her going for another thirty minutes or so,
making a lovely red criss-cross pattern across her upper thighs and belly. I
didn't want to mar those beautiful tits - at least, not yet.
When I was finished, the girl was covered in a sheen of sweat and gasping
for air through her nose. Streams of drool coursed down her face around the
gag. Her tits heaved with each breath. I put the whip down and began to
fondle them roughly, enjoying the feel of her fleshy globes beneath my
fingers.
I thought about going farther with our little game at this point, but
decided I'd better catch some shut-eye first. My guest and I had a long day
together tomorrow, and I wanted to be well-rested for the occasion. As I lay
in bed that night, I pictured Becky's enormous tits wrapped around the thick
shaft of my cock, and I jacked off twice before I fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
When I got downstairs the next morning, Becky was exactly where I left her
(not that she had much of a choice!), standing in a puddle of her own piss.
Remarkably, she was asleep. Fortunately, I have a hose attached to the
basement wall for just such an occasion, and I sprayed her - and the floor -
vigorously with a nice strong spray of ice-cold water. She awoke with a
start, and began to scream through her gag as she realized where she was.
"Good morning, Becky. Are we ready to have some more fun?" I decided I'd
take her on a little tour of the basement, and maybe let her lie down for a
while. After all, she couldn't have been very comfortable standing up like
that all night. Not that she'd be any more comfortable with what I had
planned for her.
I fastened a tight leather collar around Becky's neck before I unfastened
the chains. With a leash hooked on to the collar, I dragged Becky into
another room, where I have a special table fitted with all sorts of special
features.
Becky resisted slightly, but her limbs were stiff from being chained in one
position all night, so I didn't have much trouble getting her up on the
table and chained down in a spread-eagled position. I decided the poor slut
probably needed a drink after all that exercise the night before, so I
roughly took the gag out of her mouth. Her mouth was far too dry to scream,
so as she gasped for air I managed to fit a different gag in her mouth. This
one was probably a very little bit more comfortable for the girl, a wide
O-ring that kept her mouth open wide, but allowed her to breathe and swallow
more comfortably. But I worried about her refusing the drink I was about to
offer, so I thought I'd better make sure her head was immobile. I fastened a
hook on her collar to the surface of the table, then moved a set of heavy
metal blocks into place on either side of her head, so she couldn't turn it.
"I had a lot of coffee this morning," I told Becky. "Unfortunately, I don't
have a toilet in the basement. So while I'm down here, you'll have to be the
toilet."
And I pulled my cock out of my pants. The look of horror and fascination on
Becky's face made me wonder if she'd ever seen one before. It took a minute
for my actual words to sink in, though, and Becky began to struggle in place
on the table. She soon realized, though, that if she tried to struggle, the
collar around her neck became uncomfortably tight. She lay still, trembling
as a stream of piss left my cock and drained into her mouth.
"You'd better not spill a drop, bitch, or you'll be punished," I warned her.
"Swallow it all."
Becky let the pool stand in her mouth for most of a minute before she gulped
it down. The look of utter humiliation on her face was making me incredibly
horny.
When I'd relieved myself, it was finally time for me to play with these
fabulous tits. I hopped up on the table and straddled the girl's belly. Her
tits were drooping slightly as she lay on her back, and I started to pinch
her nipples roughly. Becky started making little "nnn-nnn-nnn!" noises
through her gag, trying to struggle beneath my weight. Before long, Becky's
nipples were starting to harden. I thought that would be a good time to put
clamps on them. From my vast collection, I selected a pair of clips made up
of two long, flat rods which, when screwed together, can pinch the entire
nipple quite painfully. I have much more tortuous models, but I thought this
would be a good warm-up for the girl.
As I began to tighten the first set of screws, Becky let out a long, high
squeal of pain, arching her back and trying to thrash around. She couldn't
go far with me sitting on her, though, and I soon had the first clamp firmly
in place.
"Just for future reference, Becky," I said as I started in on the second
clamp, "I don't usually tolerate any kind of noise while I'm dressing you.
But since this is your first time, I'll forego the usual punishment. I'm
sure today will be painful enough without adding any kind of extra
punishment."
Becky, of course, said nothing. She just sobbed, her entire body quivering
as I applied the second lovely nipple clamp. By the time I was finished
clamping her tits, my prick was as hard as a rock. I thought about just
whipping it out and fucking her right then and there, but I decided it would
be more exciting to wait. I leaned way over and looked her in the eye.
"Becky, I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to be completely
honest with me," I said. Her eyes widened with terror at the sight of my
face.
"Becky, are you a virgin?" I said. Still quivering, she nodded, yes. A grin
crossed my face. "Well, we'll take care of that in due time," I said.
"First, I want to see you dance for me again. You remember how you danced
for me last night, don't you?"
She nodded, ever so slightly, a tear escaping one eye. I could see her mind
flashing back to last night, and how I'd made her shake those beautiful
globes for me. Now I released her from the table, pulling her to a sitting
position by grabbing her long, thickly tangled hair. She stood, trembling,
her legs unsteady.
"Now go ahead, Becky. Dance for me. Shake those pretty titties." And she
did. Tentatively she began to wiggle around, her face contorted in pain from
the clamps on her tender nipples, her mouth forced open in a comical grimace
by the ring gag. I watched those lovely breasts shaking for a few minutes,
encouraging her along with a slightly larger cat than the previous night.
She didn't seem to notice it was a different whip, although it was hard to
tell. She wasn't the most articulate girl in the world at this point in
time. After ten minutes or so, I decided it was time to make the act more
interesting. I produced a set of long, sturdy chains and a pair of one-pound
weights, and told Becky to stop. As she breathed heavily, already out of
breath from that little amount of exertion, I fastened the chains securely
to her nipple clamps. The weights dangled down around her belly button,
swaying (I imagine) quite painfully. I told her to resume dancing, and
cracked the whip sharply across her ass. After another twenty minutes or so,
Becky looked like she was about to collapse. Her face was bright red from
pain and exhaustion, and she was beginning to stumble slightly.
I decided it was time for a break. I didn't want anything to happen to my
doll this early in our relationship, and I was in need of some serious
relief by this point. I grabbed the chains and pulled her by the tits back
into the other room, where I sat in my chair and pulled the girl to a
kneeling position in front of me.
The wonderful thing about the ring gag is, it provides a very pleasant
friction when one inserts a cock through it, and it prevents the slave from
'accidentally' biting down. Hauling my throbbing member from my pants, I
shoved it deep into Becky's throat in a single thrust, causing her to grunt
with surprise and pain. Her tongue worked frantically, trying to expel the
intruder. This had the reverse effect on me, of course, simply making me
harder and allowing me to thrust deeper into her.
Holding the chains from her nipple clamps tightly in one hand, I gripped the
back of her head in the other, fucking her face hard until I exploded into
her throat.
"Swallow every drop," I told her, stroking her throat gently. When I was
drained completely, I chained Becky back on the table and went upstairs to
contemplate what to do to her next. Certainly I would have to deal with the
poor girl's virginity soon, but how? Of course it would have to be painful;
otherwise, what good would it do me?
CHAPTER THREE
I let Becky stew for a few hours by herself before I went back downstairs
again. When I got back, I started to get hard again as I looked at her
strapped to that table, her nipples starting to turn purple from lack of
blood. I thought it might be time to exchange the nipple clamps for some
other type of accoutrement. >From my collection I selected a device I like
to call the titpress. Two pieces of wood connected by heavy bolts, it
compresses the tits into two firm, very sore, flat mounds.
Becky gave a moan of relief when I told her I was going to take the clamps
off her nipples, but the relief turned to agony when the blood actually
started to flow back into her aching nips. The fact that I spent several
minutes twisting and pinching them to get them nice and firm again
undoubtedly didn't help the poor girl. When I started to apply the titpress,
Becky's eyes pleaded with me. I laughed.
"You'll enjoy this, my little toy," I told her, and leaned over to bite down
sharply on one nipple. Predictably, she squealed through the gag. I thought,
this bitch hasn't even begun her squealing career. Before I was through with
her she'd barely have vocal chords left. By the time I had her tits
sufficiently flattened for my liking, I almost couldn't stand it anymore. My
cock felt like it was going to burst out of my jeans on its own. So I
decided I wouldn't torture the poor thing any more (my cock, of course. I
planned to torture Becky much, much more), and I mounted her roughly. Her
pussy was tight and dry as a bone as I lined it up against Becky's virgin
slit. If it weren't for the pre-cum lubricating the tip of my cock, I
wouldn't have had a chance of getting it in. I had to part her cunt lips
with my fingers, thrusting my middle finger up into her dry chute until I
could feel her unbroken hymen.
With a wicked grin, I thrust my prick inside her. She made a noise that
sounded like a fire siren as I tore into her, viciously popping her cherry.
I fucked her mercilessly as she screamed, feeling my belly raking across her
firmly clamped tits. I could feel her struggling against me, trying to expel
me, trying to bring her legs together. When I came, it was incredible. I
hadn't fucked a pussy that tight in years, and it felt like I was draining
cum from the tips of my toes. I pulled out of her roughly and gave her a
gentle (by my standards) slap on the belly.
"Don't worry, Becky," I told her. "You'll get used to fucking me. And since
it's the only reason you're still alive, I suggest you make an effort to
enjoy it."
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning, after I had hosed the previous day's activities from
Becky's body, I decided it was time to have some more fun with those
marvellous tits of hers. But first, I thought I'd give the girl's mouth a
rest. She had, after all, been gagged for two days now. I could hear Becky's
jaw crack as she closed her mouth for the first time since she'd been in my
home. It was obviously quite painful for to open and close her jaw, so I
figured she wouldn't be ready to talk for a little while yet.
"I'll just lay down some ground rules while you're warming up," I told her.
"You are an object. Objects do not speak. If I hear you trying to speak to
me, to ask me a question, to beg me to release you, you will be punished.
Nod if you understand me."
Lower lip quivering, Becky nodded reluctantly. "If there's one thing I can't
stand, it's a slave who won't stop talking," I continued. "I may, on
occasion, give you the opportunity to say something. But I'm simply not
feeling that generous today." I thought since I was talking about her mouth,
it might be a good idea to show her exactly what I expected her to do with
that mouth. But first, I would deal with those tits.
I grabbed my captive by the hair and forced her to kneel in the middle of
the room. Next I draped a long piece of coarse rope across the back of her
neck, so that each end was dangling down in front of her. Then I proceeded
to create a lovely rope bra for my darling. I criss-crossed the rope between
her tits, then wrapped one side tightly around each mound, balling them up
like massive, hard grapefruits. I crossed the rope back over in the middle,
then around each tit a couple more times. Next I pulled the rope around
behind her back, tugging her arms behind her and tying them together at the
elbows. This made her tits thrust out nicely in front of her, forcing her to
arch her back. I used the rope to secure her arms together at the wrists, as
well, which made her cry out in uncontrollable pain. Fortunately for her,
all she could do was moan unintelligibly: if she'd actually managed any
words, I'd have had to punish her for speaking.
Instead I thought I would make use of that lovely open mouth. I grabbed
Becky firmly by the hair, tugging until I was sure I had her undivided
attention.
"You're going to suck my cock now," I told her. "And, may I remind you,
you're completely under my control. If I so much as feel your teeth brushing
against my shaft, I'm going to cut off your tits. Understand?" Becky nodded,
frantically. I could see her chest heaving, close to panic, and I laughed
cruelly. She took my prick into her mouth, and the poor slut was practically
wrapping her lips around her own teeth in an effort to avoid touching them
to my cock. Awkwardly she licked at my cock, jerking her head back and forth
in an effort to get me off. I let her keep going like this for about ten
minutes or so, by which time I was starting to get a little bored. I was
also starting to lose my erection, which pissed me off to no end. I shoved
the little slut away from me, nearly causing her to lose her balance. "That
was the worst fucking blow job I ever had," I told her. I gave her a slap
across the side of the head, which actually did cause her to lose her
balance. She fell backward, her arms bound so tightly that she was helpless
to catch herself.
I stood up and tucked my nearly-flaccid prick back into my pants. It was
time to teach this little bitch a lesson. I grabbed her roughly by the arms,
yanked her to her feet and dragged her over to a hook in the ceiling. I used
the hook to string the little slut up by her wrists, leaving her standing on
her very tip-toes, the ropes cutting into her arms and torso as her wrists
were forced to take her entire weight. At this point, Becky could see that I
was furious, and in her haste to avoid punishment, she completely forgot
herself. "I'm sorry, please! Give me another chance! I'll do better, I
swear!" she began to beg. I stopped where I was and just stared at her,
astonished.
"Excuse me?" I said. "Did I just hear you speak?"
Becky froze, her lower lip trembling ever so slightly.
"I - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - " she stammered. "You'd better learn to
suck cock in a hurry, little bitch, or you're not going to last long," I
told her. I produced a long, thick penis-shaped gag, about eight inches long
and two and a half inches thick. I shoved it into Becky's mouth so hard she
gagged, tightening the straps a little more enthusiastically than I'd
intended. Then I pulled a thick cloth bag over her head so she couldn't see
what was coming next. This bitch had pissed me off twice in the last few
minutes, and I was ready to make her suffer. I found my favorite bullwhip in
the other room. Tiptoed back to where Becky was standing. No doubt the sound
of her own heart racing was the only thing she could hear right now. And
with the hood blacking out the rest of the room, she would have no idea I
was standing next to her. With a flourish, I brought the whip down across
her thighs. She let out a squeal despite the enormous dildo in her mouth,
and began to thrash around wildly in pain and terror. I lost count of how
many times the whip came down, but I would guess the number to be somewhere
between thirty-five and fifty. When I was finished, the girl was covered in
angry red welts, the skin broken in several places.
I stood back to contemplate her fate.
"Well, we can't have any of those cuts getting infected," I told her, and
yanked off the mask abruptly. I produced a bottle of rubbing alcohol and
dumped it liberally across her body, making her snort and writhe in pain.
Despite her dehydrated condition, I caught the distinct odor of rising piss
as a stream made its way down her leg. I smiled cruelly. I could tell by the
girl's face that she was broken, completely humiliated and at my disposal.
This had almost been too easy. She would fetch a good price for me.
I left her alone, dangling and in agony, wondering what would become of her
next.
CHAPTER FIVE
The answer came to me the next day as I was eating my breakfast. I'd had a
good night's sleep while my little bitch "rested" downstairs, and when I
went down to untie her, I found her unconscious, her shoulders dislocated,
her head lolling off to one side with the dildo gag still stuffed firmly in
her mouth. Her tits were purple from loss of blood, but after I untied them,
I managed to slap them back to a nice healthy pink . . . well, maybe not so
healthy. But not permanently damaged, at any rate. The sudden pain of having
her tits untied brought my toy back to consciousness, and she began to groan
and sob as she came to. "So, what game are we going to play today?" I
figured I'd better get some water into the girl, since it had been a while
since she'd had anything to drink. No food, though. She'd lost some weight
already, but her flesh still jiggled excessively when I slapped it. But she
was dehydrated enough that if I gave her too much too fast, she'd just puke
it back up again. So I took it slow. Strapped her back onto the table, legs
spread wide. I put a length of hollow surgical tubing into a bucket of cold
water on the floor, then put the other end into Becky's mouth.
The tubing was thin enough that she would have to drink slowly. Then I set
to work on her pussy. I'd been neglecting it these past few days, and
consequently my poor prisoner hadn't been having any fun. Becky sucked
eagerly at the tube. She was so distracted by the fact that I was letting
her have a drink that she didn't even notice at first that I was toying with
her privates. She had a nice cunt, soft and fleshy, with prominent pink
lips. I flicked back a piece of skin at the top of her slit to reveal her
clit, long and purple. I began to rub it roughly with a dry finger, and I
suddenly felt her body jerk in pain. She whimpered slightly, trying to pull
away from me as I continued to apply friction to her little nub. Despite her
best intentions, though, I could see Becky's cunt was beginning to moisten.
I'd been rubbing for more than half an hour by this time, and thought it was
time for a change of pace. I gripped her clit between my fingernails and
gave it a good pinch, just to see what she'd do. It was priceless: she
screamed so loud the tube dropped from her mouth. Started thrashing around
on the table, shrieking incoherently. I pinched harder, and she started
spitting up water and pissing herself. She was pulling at her bonds hard
enough to draw blood. I thought this would be a good opportunity to teach
the little slut a lesson about gratitude. I let go of her clit and released
her from her bonds. As I yanked her to her feet, she was still twitching and
moaning with pain. "So, you don't want a drink, eh?" I shouted, right in her
face. "No, please . . ." she stammered. "I didn't mean to . . ." "No, of
course you didn't," I said sarcastically. "Your master goes through all this
trouble to give you a drink of water, and what do you do? You spit it out.
You know what that means, Becky?" She shook her head, her lower lip
quivering. She was unbound now, standing in the middle of the floor, but it
was obvious there was no thought of escaping in her head. Her legs were too
unsteady, and her terror of me was all-consuming. "Please . . . kill me if
you're going to," she begged me. "Just don't hurt me any more." "Oh, I have
to hurt you more," I said, grinning. "Otherwise you won't be ready when it's
time to sell you off?" The look on her face was priceless as she realized
that I was grooming her to sell to someone else. She looked shocked at
first, then terrified and offended. Then I could see her wondering if I
might sell her to someone who would treat her better than I would. I thought
it would be better to dispel this idea immediately. "There's a big market
out there for little sluts like you," I told her. "Little bitches who can
take a lot of punishment. But I tell you, you won't last long if you start
screaming and pissing every time somebody gives you a little tickle like
that." Just for emphasis, I gave one nipple a good sharp twist. Then I
dragged her by the hair into a room where I keep one of my favorite devices.
I could tell from Becky's eyes that the purpose of this device was not
immediately obvious to her. Which is the way I like it. I like my sluts to
find out about this machine the hard way. It looks, to the naked eye, like a
thick metal pipe bolted to the floor. To someone with a little more
imagination, it might look like a very large, very thick metal dildo. They
would only be partly correct.
I decided to educate my little slave in the workings of this very special
machine. Becky's body was still stiff and out-of-control from the amount of
time she'd spent immobilized lately. That made it easier for me to chain her
ankles to the manacles attached to the floor on either side of the machine.
Her feet were shoulder-width apart, but with chains about 10 inches long on
each ankle, which allowed for some range of motion. The dildo on my lovely
machine is adjustable, which allows me to move it up and down according to
the victim's height. At this moment it was at its lowest, which left the tip
of the instrument at Becky's mid-thigh level. I chained her wrists together
over her head, which left her nice and vulnerable. I didn't gag her; I like
to hear my little slaves screaming and begging for mercy when I use the
machine on them. I adjusted the dildo, raising it until the tip was firmly
embedded between Becky's cunt lips. Then I stepped back, picked up my remote
control and sat down to watch the action. It's always amusing to watch one
of my little victims as they begin to experience my machine. The sensation,
at first, is quite pleasurable.
The machine begins to vibrate slightly, stimulating the victim's clit and
pussy walls. Becky's face began to fill with a kind of rapture I hadn't seen
since I bought her a meal the night I met her. I couldn't let her start to
enjoy her treatment too much, though, so I switched the machine to the next
level. The next feature of the machine made Becky begin to whimper with fear
and a little pain. Mostly fear, though, as she realized what was going to
happen next. Hundreds of tiny holes on the dildo opened, and short, blunt
spikes began to push out against her pussy walls. Becky's pussy began to
fill to the maximum, then stretch as the spikes grew longer.all the while,
the machine continued to vibrate, pushing out against the walls of her cunt
quite painfully.
"Unnnngh!" she moaned, yanking at the chain that held her arms above her
head.
I laughed. "You're not going anywhere, darling," I said. Pressed another
button on the remote control. This sent a sudden, jarring electrical shock
through the dildo and into Becky's lovely cunt. She began to drool and
convulse uncontrollably. I felt my cock getting hard just watching. Another
switch on the remote made the entire machine begin to raise and lower. I
pressed this button next, and the huge metal cock began to fuck Becky
violently, spikes and all. Every once in a while I would let her have a nice
little shock, just for good measure. Oh, it was truly a joy to watch poor
Becky getting fucked by my machine. This went on for more than an hour, the
whirring and grinding as the machine tore into Becky's cunt. Her head began
to droop with exhaustion as she recovered from each jolt of electricity,
only to have me turn up the speed on the machine, making it fuck her faster,
harder . . . it was truly beautiful.
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