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Collected by Djian
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Part 1 |Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Partners 4
by semiater@yahoo.com
M+/fff, BDsm, nc, humil, rape, teen , extrem
Partnerships - take care. When things go wrong, they go very wrong. When Robert Miller
tried to end his business partnership, he wasn't expecting that his wife and
daughters would pay the price for his failed attempt to go it alone.
The following is fiction and intended only for ADULT AUDIENCES!. Only those of
legal adult age, and allowed by community standards to read extreme content are
permitted to read this material.
Any republication or reposting of this story without the express permission of
the author is prohibited.
Thank you. Semiater
Any comments maybe be sent to semiater@yahoo.com
Partners
Day Nine
Robert stumbled downstairs, he had to meet with his lawyers, though he
felt in no condition to do so. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw
Lisa sitting in front of the TV, the pile of videocassettes was laying spread
out on the coffee table, looking at the screen he saw the horrible image of
Carol fist fucking Jamie. Robert couldn't speak, he felt his face go red as
Lisa watched him, she was pale.
"How could you?" Her makeup was streaked. "How could you?" Robert was
speechless. Lisa held up a tape, he could see Day Nine scrawled on the plastic.
"It was delivered to the office, the man said I should get it to you
immediately. The front door was open and I saw all this." Lisa waved her arms
to indicate the mess of the house and the strewn videocassettes. "How could
you?"
Robert sputtered out a few useless and unintelligible words, he had no
answer that would explain what had happened.
"We've got to go to the police!"
"No, no, we can't, I tried to..." Robert blurted out his protest.
"You mean you tried to have him killed? I've watched the tapes!"
Lisa's body shuddered with rage, the anger was clearly visible in her face.
"Don't you want to know what happens?" Lisa held up the Day Nine tape,
then threw it at Robert, she was up and out the door before he could even react.
Robert stumbled down the stairs and stood over the videotape as it lay on the
floor like a horrible beacon.
After the VCR whirred to life the horrible grinning face of Rod appeared
on screen.
"Hey Buddy, we've got a little field trip planned for your little girl,"
The camera shifted to Rod's right and showed Jamie sitting on a small bench, she
was dressed in a hip hugging micro skirt that barely covered the confluence of
her legs. Her young breasts were squeezed into an impossibly tight halter top,
she had on high heels that looked too dangerous to walk in. Jamie had her legs
clamped together trying to hide her sex but there was an obvious shot of her
crotch. The camera moved up to Jamie's face, tears dribbled down her hollow
cheeks, a huge ball gag filled her mouth, her arms were pulled behind her back
and locked together with cuffs. "But we've got to do something to make sure
little old Jamie keeps her mouth shut. We don't want her blabbing and ruining
all the fun, now do we?" Rod tapped Jamie on the head then moved to where Karen
sat, her hands were pulled up over her head and tied, her legs were spread wide
and chained to the floor.
"Ah, your lovely wife." Karen's eyes followed Rod's movements, but
without energy, Robert could see the dark lines of the stitches at her lips.
"Dear, dear Karen." Rod ran his hand through her hair, Robert could
hear her whimper softly. Rod looked back at the camera.
"We're planning to put Jamie on the street tonight and see if she can
help you come up with some money." The camera turned back to Jamie and the
confluence of her legs, she tried to squeeze her thighs even closer together but
it didn't seem to work. She grunted into the gag. The screen shifted back to
Rod.
"I just wanted to give her an idea of what will happen to Mommy if she
doesn't do exactly what we say tonight." Rod walked to a small table set up
near Karen, he picked up a thin shinny metal rod. He moved back towards where
Karen sat while holding the steel high in the air.
"Your wives lovely tits," Rod cupped one of Karen's large breasts in his
hand, "they've regained their normal hue after that first display of ours." Rod
smiled at the camera, Karen started screaming as he lifted the metal skewer
towards her chest, he let the sharp point of the metal run across her skin
raising a small trail of red under the steel's path. "It's sharp, that's good!"
Rod winked at the screen. He grabbed for Karen's nipple and pulled it forward
till her breast was tugged to a conical shape. "Let's just see how sharp it
is." Karen thrashed in her bonds but the various ropes and chains held her
still. Rod moved the point of the skewer to the base of her breast, almost to
the level of her ribcage. Karen's screams were absolutely terrible as the metal
rod penetrated the base of her tit. The long shaft of metal disappeared further
and further into Karen's mammary, Rod only had a few inches of steel left in his
fingers when the sharp point began emerging from the other side of her Karen's
breast. The sharp steel easily punctured the flesh and gleamed red in the
bright lights. The muffled sounds of Jamie's screams could be heard off camera.
Karen's head rolled and then fell forward unconscious. The camera spun and
showed Jamie hopping off the small bench, her eyes were wide and locked on her
mothers punctured tit.
Rod moved casually to the small table and picked up a second skewer.
Karen awoke screaming as Rod pushed the tip of steel through her other breast.
Karen was frothing at the mouth like a mad dog by the time the second skewer had
been pushed through her flesh. Drool ran down her face like a child. Rod moved
to where Jamie sat and knelt beside her.
"So, do you understand what you are to do tonight?" Jamie nodded her
head vigorously up and down.
"And you understand that you're not to say a thing about all our fun to
anybody, right!" Jamie grunted into the gag and bobbed her head up and down.
Her eyes were locked on her mother's chest. The screen image went blue.
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When the image reappeared Jamie was standing alone on a dark street.
The bright red micro skirt barely covered her hips as she stood on the dirty
sidewalk. A few minutes passed, she shifted her weight from leg to leg trying
to maintain her balance on the impossibly high heels. She had a huge purse
dangling from her shoulder, it was bright red like her skirt. The camera seemed
to be set up across the street, Robert thought he could hear Jamie breathing,
sirens and traffic echoed in the distance.
A car pulled up to where Jamie stood, she must have had a microphone
planted someplace on her.
"How much?" Robert could almost see Jamie's shoulders shudder as she
sputtered out a response.
"$50."
"50 bucks, no way, let's say $20, and if you're good, well then, we'll
see about a tip." Robert could hear Jamie whine softly, she seemed to look up
at the camera, then dropped her head dejected and stumbled to the passenger seat
of the car and got in. The camera followed the car as it moved down the street
and pulled off on a side block. The cameraman stood up and started running
toward where the car was parked on the side street. Robert could see the car
stopped in the distance as he heard the audio of Jamie and the man in the car.
By the time the cameraman got into position Robert could see Jamie's head
bobbing up and down in the lap of the driver. The disgusting slurping sounds
made Robert want to be sick. He heard Jamie's muffled scream as her head
stopped moving, then Robert heard the guttural bellow of the man in the car.
Jamie's hands flailed above her head as the john held her head down over his
spewing cock.
Robert could hear Jamie sobbing as she sat up in the car.
"Don't spit it out in my car slut. Here, here's your twenty, get the
hell out!" The car peeled away before Jamie could even slam the door shut. She
was sobbing and spiting up the vile slime from her mouth as she walked back
towards the main road. The cameraman followed at a distance, never taking the
frame off Jamie.
She was only standing on the main drag for a few minutes before another
car pulled up.
"How much for a fuck?" Jamie looked in the direction of the camera for
an instant, then she hesitantly responded.
"$100 a piece." There were two men in the car, Robert could make out
the dual shadows in front seat.
"How about $100 for both of us?" Jamie was almost crying when she
responded.
"I can't do it for less then $150."
"Okay!" The passenger got out of the car and pushed Jamie into the
front seat, he sat next to her so she was jammed between the pair. Robert could
hear something rustling and then he heard a loud slap.
"I'm paying for it, I want to get a feel before we start." Jamie was
sobbing.
"I've got a, a room." Robert heard the rattle of keys.
"Whooooeeee. How old are you honey, you must be a professional." Jamie
hesitated.
"I'm 19." She groaned.
"Didn't your momma teach you to wear panties?" The cameraman was
running across an open field trying to keep the image locked on the car as it
pulled into a nearby motel. Jamie stumbled between the two young men as they
headed toward her room, for an instant Robert hoped he could identify the motel
but it was just a seedy run down hovel found in any town.
The image on screen was almost black as the cameramen moved down a
narrow corridor, then through a small low door. When the image reappeared it
was dark and grainy but Robert could make out his daughter being pawed by the
two men in the motel room, her halter top was down over her belly.
"Can I get the money?" Jamie sputtered out the words. One of the men
moved back from her and pulled out a roll of bills from his pocket.
"Open up that pretty mouth." When she did he stuffed a wad of bills in
Jamie's mouth. She stood with the money jammed in her mouth for a minute while
the two men roared in laughter, sobbing she fought her way out of the grasp of
the men and picked up her bag, she hid the money in the deep folds and pulled
something from the depths. With her head down she stripped the remainder of her
minimal clothes.
"Who wants to go first?" The sweet, innocent tone of Jamie's words
belied what she said. Both men moved toward her.
"We're not going to take turns darling, we're going to fuck you at the
same time!" The pair lifted Jamie off the ground and tossed her on the bed.
"Here are some condoms." Jamie held up the small gold packages.
"We're all friends here," one of the men knocked the condoms out of
Jamie's hand and they tumbled to the floor, "we don't need any condoms." The
other man moved behind where Jamie knelt on the bed and grabbed her arms. The
other man worked off his pants, his cock was huge and already hard when he
dropped his trousers. He moved forward and grabbed for the back of Jamie's head
forcing her mouth down over his member.
The image was bad but Robert could still see well enough to be
disgusted, he could hear Jamie gag as the man's cock drove deep in her throat,
he could almost see the bulge, her lips were spread wide encircling the pulsing
member.
Jamie tried to push away the john as the other man let go of her arms
but the man invading her mouth held tight to the back of her head.
The second man stripped and climbed naked on the bed behind Jamie, he
knelt behind her and took her tits in his hands, molding them between his
fingers while the other man continued to fuck her mouth.
Jamie choked on the invading cock as the man behind her pawed at her
hips and lined his cock up with her sex. He thrust in without foreplay and
Robert could make out Jamie's muffled scream. Salvia trailed down her chin as
the sound of flesh smacking flesh resounded through the room.
The pair of john's continued to fuck Jamie for a few more minutes. She
let out a huge gasp taking in a deep lung full of air as the one man pulled his
cock from her mouth. He disappeared off camera for an instant then returned
with a small tube in his hand. He laid on his back on the bed. The other man
stopped fucking Jamie from behind and she collapsed in a heap on the mattress,
the man on his back tapped the bed.
"Please!"
The man slapped her across the face.
"Time to earn your money slut!" The man's huge cock projected straight
in the air. Jamie struggled to her knees, she was still wearing the impossibly
high heels, she balanced on the heels and straddled the man lying on his back.
"Put it in your ass baby!" Robert could hear Jamie sobbing as she faced
the end of the bed with her back toward the man laying on the bed, his cock was
already coated in lube.
Jamie shrieked as the tip of the man's cock squeezed inside her narrow
asshole. More and more of the cock disappeared into her ass as she gradually
lowered herself onto the huge pole. The man on his back grabbed for Jamie's
chest and pulled her so she was lying on him, he began bucking his hips upwards
as he started to fuck her anally. Robert could hear Jamie yelp in pain with
each thrust of the man's cock, his hands were locked on her tits while the
second man stood stroking his erect cock at the end of the bed. In a few
moments he climbed on the bed and grabbed for Jamie's ankles, lifting them in
the air spreading and her wide, her ass was still impaled on the other man's
cock. The man kneeling between Jamie's widespread legs thrust forward and
buried himself in her sex. In no time the john's were fucking Jamie's teenage
body in unison. Robert could hear his little girl grunt in pain as the pair of
cocks continually violated her body in a horrible rhythm.
The video was poor but it was still gut wrenching to watch for Robert.
Jamie's legs kicked and flailed in the air as she was sandwiched between the two
men who'd bought her services. Robert couldn't tell which one it was who came
first but one of them roared in orgasm. Jamie's body was still being pummeled
by the other invading cock till he too spurted his load deep in her belly.
Robert could hear her whine as the men lay exhausted on, and under, her.
When the two men disengaged their cocks from Jamie's openings she rolled
on her side whimpering softly as the men dressed.
"You were sure worth the money." The man tossed a few more bills toward
Jamie's prostrate body. "Be here tomorrow night and I'll bring some more
friends by." Jamie was sobbing uncontrollably as they slammed the door shut
behind them.
The camera zoomed in on Jamie and her heaving breasts. She lay
whimpering on the bed when Robert heard a tap on the one-way mirror in front of
the camera. Jamie looked toward where the camera was hidden and struggled to
her feet. She left the view of the camera when she stumbled into the bathroom,
when she came out again she was squeezed back into the halter top and micro
skirt.
The video continued to run for at least another hour. It didn't seem to
be edited at all. Rod, or whoever was running the camera, gave Jamie a ride
back to her street corner. It took on a few minutes of her standing on the
block before another car stopped. This time the video was shot from a distance.
Robert could see the car shaking. The audio caught the sounds of Jamie's
humiliation clearly as another man filled her belly with sperm. As soon as she
got out of the car with one man another would pick her up. Sometimes the
cameraman got close and Robert could see his little girl getting fucked in the
cars, one time she was pinned beneath a man in the passenger seat, her legs were
spread and her heels pressed against the ceiling. Robert didn't think he could
take anymore when Jamie finally climbed in a van. Robert heard Rod's voice and
he cringed.
"How much money did you earn for daddy tonight?" Jamie dug into the
oversized purse and pulled out a crumpled wad of cash. Rod held it in front of
the camera and counted out the bills. Robert thought he'd be sick when Rod
counted out $480, he was disgusted at the thought of the number of men Jamie had
been forced to sell herself too for the money.
"Why don't you take off your outfit." Robert could see Jamie's chest
heave as she started crying in earnest but she didn't hesitate and soon was out
of her clothes.
"Why don't you show daddy that pretty pussy of yours." Jamie squatted
down, spreading her knees wide. The camera shook with the movement of the road
under the van. The screen zoomed in on the red and swollen labia of Jamie's
sex.
"Show daddy what those boys shot up into your belly tonight." Jamie
grunted as she stretched her sex lips wide, her pussy was puckered and Robert
saw the muscles of her abdomen clinch. A small glob of white sperm trailed out
of her tiny pink opening, it started dribbling down the inside of her thigh.
Robert heard Rod roar in laughter as the screen went black.
Day Ten(and Eleven)
It was the tenth day since his family had been kidnapped and it passed
without any contact from Rod or the bikers, Robert was in a panic. He'd tried
desperately to get hold of Lisa but he couldn't get her at all; not at work, not
at home, not on her cell phone... Robert couldn't believe how horrible
everything was going, he was in hell, first his family, and now his secretary,
he should have told her from the start to protect her.
Robert had barely slept since Lisa had stormed out of his house. He had
to meet with his bankers on the eleventh day, though he was in no condition to
do so. During the whole meeting he'd sweated profusely, he looked horrible, he
had dark bags under his eyes but on the whole the meeting had gone well. The
bankers were still consumed with doubts about his unusual withdrawals and
activities, but they'd agreed to a new line of credit for him, with loans of
almost $5,000,000 Robert hoped it would be enough for Rod.
Robert gasped when he walked through his front door, he couldn't believe
his eyes. In the middle of the room, bent over the ottoman, was Lisa. She was
completely naked, her body was bent forward over the little stand, her wrists
and knees were tied to the frame, she was motionless. Robert slammed the door
shut behind him. There was a videocassette resting in the small of her back. In
ragged red letters painted over her skin it said: "Insert Here", then a arrow
was drawn down pointing at her anus.
Robert raced to where Lisa knelt and got down beside her gently lifting
her head. Her hair was coated with dry sperm, her eyes were vacant and stared
through him. Robert let go of Lisa's head and started untying her wrists. She
whimpered softly as he undid the tight knots, when he finally had all the rope
off he managed to get her up onto the couch. He went into the kitchen for some
water. Robert held her gently as he poured the cold liquid down her throat.
For the first time he noticed the rings in her nipples, they were definitely not
jewelry. Robert took the cold blue steel between his fingers, Lisa cried out as
he twisted the steel in his hands. He noticed the small drops of blood around
the loops, then he saw the piercings in her labia and the small brass lock that
held the two steel loops together. Lisa moaned in pain as Robert let go of the
steel and rest her back on the couch. He looked around desperately for the keys
to the lock but there were none, then he saw the videotape lying on the floor.
It was painful to touch, his arm shook as he picked up the black plastic. He
could feel the rage flow through him. Robert raced to the garage and found his
bolt cutters.
Lisa had passed out, as carefully as he could Robert cut the welded steel
from Lisa's breasts and sex. When he'd finally got the metal bands out of her
body Robert carried Lisa upstairs and put her in bed. He applied salve to her
wounds and covered her with soft blankets.
Robert trembled in horror as he pushed the tape into the VCR.
"Hey Buddy, I guess you found our gift? When did you get rid of old Mrs.
Richardson and replace her with that darling Lisa? I guess Mrs. Richardson
wasn't giving it up?" Rod chuckled. "Though, I know you haven't been getting
any off Lisa either. We were all pretty pissed when we caught her following us
after we'd tried to deliver Day 10's video. We thought you'd had her try and
follow us, but after a little gentle persuasion we'd found out that you hadn't
told her anything at all, that she'd found the tapes and tried to trail us all
on her own. She's quite a devoted secretary, actually, she told us how much
she cares about you while we were torturing her for information, but I guess
you'll see that later." Rod grinned from ear to ear.
"Actually I hope that you've upgraded the health coverage at the company
Buddy, I think Lisa is going to need a trip to the abortionist, she got pumped
full of daddy juice and you might want to take care of that. By the way, did
you like our little add ons to her body? I'll send along the key for the lock
tomorrow, or maybe the next day? Lisa screamed like a banshee when we did the
spot welds, but I guess you'll see that in a few minutes, if I could ever learn
to shut up." Rod walked to his left, on the floor in front of him were three
cages. Susan, Jamie and Melissa all knelt within their own steel boxes.
Melissa recoiled as far back in her cage as she could when Rod tried to touch
her through the bars.
"Well Buddy, enjoy the show." The tape flashed with snow for an instant
before a wide shot of the warehouse appeared on screen. Robert could see Lisa
being dragged across the floor toward the camera. She was blindfolded and
gagged, she thrashed in the grasp of the three men that held her off the ground,
her blond hair waved as she fought desperately. Two men held Lisa's shoulders
while another held her legs, the three easily threw her down on a huge flat
table. Robert could see the metal rings inset in the wood, the table didn't
even creak as Lisa's body thudded on the heavy frame. She squirmed around as
the men pinned her flat to the surface. One at a time the bikers' locked Lisa's
wrists and ankles into the metal loops securing bolts tight underneath the table
to tighten them. When they were through Lisa was spread-eagled on the wood
surface.
Rod stepped into the frame, his face was red with rage. He ripped the
blindfold from Lisa's head.
"What the fuck do you think your doing sending this little slut to spy on
us?" Rod screamed at the camera, he held a gleaming steel hunting knife in the
air. With a deft flick of the blade the knife sliced through Lisa's blouse in a
single swipe. The smooth white material parted easily. With a few more
delicate cuts her shirt was gone. Lisa's eyes followed the brilliant steel
weaving over her body, her eyes were wide and terror filled.
Rod continued his masterful knife work, it took mere seconds to do away
with the black skirt Lisa wore. The muscles of her arms and legs corded and
strained against the metal loops holding her spread-eagle to the table. Lisa's
chest rose and fell in huge heaves as she hyperventilated. The white lace of
her bra was cut quickly, and cleanly, in one pass of the knife. Robert had
always imagined what Lisa's breasts were like, they'd always looked perfect to
him through her clothes, seeing them free of the white lace fulfilled all his
expectations, though he never would have dreamed, or hoped, that it would have
happened like this.
"Nice tits Buddy!" Rod glared at the screen as he ran the edge of the
blade against Lisa's smooth skin. The sharp steel slid precariously over the
delicate flesh. Lisa's nipples went hard as the fine edge trailed over her dark
buds.
With one more flick of the knife Rod sliced Lisa's panties from her hips.
She lay naked and spread-eagle on the wood, her thighs bulged as she desperately
tried to close her legs. Robert couldn't help but stare at the confluence of
his secretary's legs and the small patch of blond hair. Lisa's stomach
convulsed and throbbed, every muscle seemed to contract as she tried fruitlessly
to break free of the bonds that held her.
"Let's get some answers from this little slut!" Rod faced the camera, in
his hand he held a pair of vice grips. Lisa thrashed her head from side to side
as Rod turned toward her and grabbed for the wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth.
The long ribbon of black silk he pulled from between her lips was moist with
saliva.
"With these vice grips I can adjust the tension, and the pain!" Lisa
shrieked as Rod closed the cold steel of the vice grips on her left nipple.
Robert could see the soft flesh crushed between the small ridges of the clamp.
Lisa's screams echoed through the large warehouse.
"Why were you following us? Doesn't Robert have the guts to do it
himself?" Rod twisted Lisa's tit, the golden flesh wrinkled as he turned the
pliers in his hand.
"OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW, PLLLLEEEEEAASSSSSSE, STTOOOOPPPP!!!!" Lisa's screams
were piercingly high.
"I...I...was...I followed you......pleasssse...." Rod released the vice
grips from Lisa's breast. The vile red indention's from the metal teeth of the
pliers were clearly visible on her skin. Lisa sobbed uncontrollably, her scared
tit shuddered as she wailed, panting out the words.
"I found the tapes, I followed when the last delivery was made, I..." Rod
moved between Lisa's spread thighs, he closed the vice grips on one of Lisa's
sex lips.
"You mean that fucking asshole didn't tell you to follow me?" Rod
squeezed shut the pliers pinching Lisa's labia between the steel teeth.
"NOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOO, PLLLEEEEEEAASSSEEEE!" Rod pulled up on Lisa's
intimate flesh till her skin was taut. Her screams were terrible, Robert
thought she'd pass out, he didn't know how she didn't, her face was bright red
as her head slammed back onto the wood with a horrible thud.
"Please, he didn't tell me anything, I found the tapes, I..." Rod
released the vice grips. Lisa's screams seemed more tortured than before.
"Please, please stop this..." Lisa could barely choke out the words. Rod
moved over her chest, his evil figure loomed above her body. He held the vice
grips out where she could see them.
"You're telling me that that cock sucker didn't tell you to follow me!"
Rod moved the pliers slightly towards Lisa's chest and she exploded.
"NO, NO, NO, Nothing, nothing! Please!" Lisa trailed off in violent
sobs. "Please!" Rod set the vice grips on the table next to Lisa's shuddering
body. He reached out and cupped her breast, his fingers prodded deep into her
soft mound.
"Why would follow us? Why would you put yourself at risk if Robert
didn't tell you to?" Lisa groaned in shame as Rod manipulated her breast, she
remained silent as tears streamed down her cheeks, make up trailed down over her
pretty face.
Rod gestured toward the vice grips and Lisa shot back to life.
"I was trying to help, I..." she trailed off. Rod let go of Lisa's tit
and moved between her legs, he started playing with her sex.
"I see, you're fucking him!"
"No, no, I..." Lisa moaned as Rod hit the right spot, her eyes rolled
back in her head.
Lisa started screaming as Rod pinched her clit between his nails.
"Tell me bitch!" Lisa wailed like a child, her hips bucked against the
wood as she tried to pull away from Rod's violent touch.
"I love him, I love him." Lisa blurted out in pain. "I love him!" Rod
let go of her delicate nub and ran his hand over her smooth belly.
"And you're not fucking him. What, doesn't he like sex?" Lisa sobbed,
her chest was racked with spasms.
"He doesn't know!" Her words were masked by tears but both Rod and Robert
clearly understood what she'd said. Lisa tilted her head to the side, her blond
locks spread out on the wood, her eyes were closed.
"That's an interesting development." Rod moved his hand over Lisa's
legs. "Very interesting indeed." He turned to the camera and smiled.
"I don't know how you do it Buddy, there must be something in those
narrow, gutless, shoulders of yours." Rod's wolf like incisors seemed to glow
in the light. "I really didn't expect this Buddy, I thought we'd have some fun
torturing this slut for information but I didn't expect this." Rod smacked
Lisa's tit, the soft flesh jiggled. Again and again he slapped Lisa's breasts
till they grew red, she yelped in pain as her breasts flopped on her chest.
"Hum?" Rod ran his hand though his short hair, then across his throat,
then the screen went blue. Robert felt his heart thudding in his chest, he
thought about Lisa upstairs in the bed. His palms were sweaty. He got to his
feet just as Rod reappeared on screen.
"Sorry about that Buddy, I was just a little surprised, I really don't
know how you do it. You've got one hot piece of ass with Karen and then you get
your secretary to fall in love with you too. I don't know how you do it?"
Robert felt his body go numb and he collapsed back on the couch. He knew it was
coming again, whatever they'd done to Lisa he'd now see it in exquisite detail.
The camera shifted to Rod's left, Lisa had her hands pulled behind her
back and they were chained above. She was on her knees with her ankles spread
wide, almost perpendicular to her torso. Her head fell forward and her hair
dangled loose. Robert could see her sobbing. Rod moved in front of Lisa and
grabbed a clump of hair, he turned her face so she looked directly at the
camera, her jaws were spread wide by a ring gag jammed up behind her polished
white teeth. Lisa's pendulous breasts hung enticingly beneath her body.
"You beat me to fucking Karen Buddy, but you're not going to beat me to
Lisa." Rod let go of Lisa's head and it hung limp from her shoulders. Robert
could hear her hollow screams of protest as Rod dropped his pants to reveal his
massive erect cock. Rod prodded Lisa's face with his member trailing pre-cum
over her cheeks.
"Bet you wish you would have fucked her now, don't you Buddy? It's going
to be sloppy seconds from now on!" Rod moved up behind Lisa's kneeling body,
her legs strained against the restraining ropes as she felt him slide in between
her spread legs, the tension in her upper arms was clearly visible as Rod
clamped down on her hips with his hands.
Rod bellowed out as he slammed forward deep into Lisa's unwilling body,
her head arched toward the ceiling, her long hair cascaded as he buried his cock
in her belly. It was a brutal display, Rod pounded into Lisa from behind, her
body rocked forward with each thrust torquing her wrists with the violent
rutting. The horrible sound of flesh on flesh was vividly caught on tape.
Lisa's screams were no match for the tortuous fucking. Rod clamped his hands on
Lisa's swaying breasts and squeezed with all his might. Robert wanted to be
sick, he couldn't believe it was happening again...
If not for the rope holding her in place the force of Rod's fucking would
have driven Lisa to her belly, instead the ropes creaked and her muscles and
ligaments strained as he flooded her pussy with cum. Lisa's head dangled limp
as Rod disengaged his cock from her battered sex. He stood and smiled
maniacally towards the camera. A line formed behind Lisa's tortured body,
another biker slammed into her belly before Rod had even left the screen, yet
another forced his massive penis into the ring gag in Lisa's mouth.
Robert couldn't take it, he pushed the fast forward button on the remote
control. He watched a high speed circus of the bikers' gang banging Lisa. Even
at high speed the rape was no less vile, just faster. It took mere seconds at
high speed for the biker's to sate their passions and spew their load in, or on,
his secretary. Robert hit the play button again when Rod reappeared on screen.
"...have to add some jewelry to your girl." The camera zoomed in on
Lisa's cum covered face. Thick slugs of sperm trailed down her lips and hung
from her chin. Robert didn't bother to rewind the tape and hear the rest of
what Rod had said, he knew already what was going to happen. Rod held up a long
steel skewer for Robert to see. Two bikers unbound Lisa and stood her up. She
didn't have the strength to fight as they untied the ropes from her legs. The
pair easily carried her to a small bench and laid her out on her back. Lisa
didn't struggle as they bent her over the wood perpendicular to the bench so she
rested on the small of her back. The bikers' pulled her arms and legs wide and
tied them to the ends of the bench. When they were finished Lisa almost looked
like a cross, her skin glistened in the light as sperm coated her body. Her
head hung flaccid over the side of the wood, she didn't even react as Rod
started squeezing her tits.
"Now the fun part!" Lisa screamed and her head jerked upright as Rod
pressed the sharp point of the metal skewer against the base of her nipple. The
gleaming metal punctured the skin easily and slid through the other side.
Lisa's eyes locked on the hideous metal rod piercing her breast, then she passed
out. Rod quickly inserted a dull steel ring through the hole in Lisa's tit.
Robert recognized the metal ring immediately as the one he'd removed.
Lisa was jolted to life as Rod moved to her other breast and pressed the
skewer through the skin, she came to screaming then faded off to a soft whimper
as Rod inserted the second ring.
Robert thought he'd be sick as Rod moved between Lisa's spread legs. Her
desperate pleas went unanswered, Robert had never heard such horrible sounds
from another human being as he did when Rod pierced Lisa's delicate sex lips.
Her body jerked in the bonds as Rod jabbed the steel rings through the jagged,
bloody, openings he'd punctured. The camera zoomed in on the rings attached to
Lisa's body, the unsealed ends were dotted with red.
"Let's lock them in place now!" The blinding flash of the torch exploded
on screen. Lisa's screams were worse than anything Robert could ever imagine
when Rod sealed the first ring in her nipple. The red hot steel sizzled as one
of the bikers dumped a bucket of water over Lisa's seared flesh.
After each weld Lisa passed out, each time she did one of the biker's
snapped a smelling salts caplet under her nose to revive her. It was agonizing
to watch her revived to the insufferable pain she was experiencing.
Rod snapped the small brass lock between the two rings in Lisa's labia.
Thick white sperm continued to seep from Lisa's swollen sex even after the locks
were in place. She was left writhing in a sobbing ball on the floor as the
screen went to snow. Robert could feel his face go pale and his legs went numb
as he tried to mount the stairs to the bedroom.
Day 12
The tape was at the door before Robert could get the message to Rod
about the money. His heart was in his throat as he put in the tape, he should
have tried to contact Rod, but he'd forgot, he'd been taking care of Lisa and
he'd forgot about everything else. She was still too traumatized to take care
of herself and he'd held her in his arms all night long. She hadn't stopped
sobbing and blubbering about what they'd done to her.
Karen appeared on screen, her face was hopeless, Robert thought there
was a broken look in her eyes.
Rod stepped on screen and grabbed Karen's disheveled hair and tugged.
"Let's do something about this mess Buddy." From off camera somebody
handed Rod a clipper, he turned it on and it started buzzing loud, in only a few
passes Karen's long, beautiful, hair started falling to the floor and she was
quickly shaved bald.
"Ah, that's better." Karen looked inhuman, her eyes were dull and
lifeless, she had hardly even reacted to her hair being chopped off.
"I'm disappointed Buddy, it's not like I'm asking for that much more
cash from you, and after all it is deservedly mine, I built the business as much
as you did. Oh well, if you want to play me like that, I guess that's what
you've got to do, but I don't think you're going to like tonight's show Buddy,
the boys are tired of just fucking and they want some blood, and well, I
couldn't really tell them no, now could I?" Rod smacked Karen hard across the
face, again and again he struck her till the blood was dripping from her nose.
"God that felt good Buddy." Rod swung his fist and landed a shot into
Karen's belly. Robert could hear the hollow thud as the punch landed in her
gut, he could hear Karen gasping for breath. Her arms were pulled back over a
bar that was pressed up under her shoulders, almost like a crucifix, but her
arms weren't outspread, they were bent back over the bar and tied to her ankles
so her knees were off the ground. She was only elevated a couple feet but the
position looked painful.
Rod was grinning maniacally at the camera, his hands were still balled
into fists as Karen struggled to regain her breath behind him.
"God that feels good Buddy, there's nothing like sinking your hand into
soft flesh. God it's incredible, it's got me so turned on right now, hell, lets
do something about it." Robert saw one of his girls pushed from the shadows out
in front of the camera, her hands were tied, and at first he couldn't tell who
it was--Jamie or Susan--they both had similarly beautiful bodies. When the
camera moved in closer Robert saw that it was Jamie. Rod slammed his prick home
in her mouth before she could even get to her knees before him.
There was nothing mutual in the blow job, Rod grabbed for the back of
Jamie's head and forced her to deep throat him. Robert could hear his little
girl gagging as the cock slammed into the back of her throat, it was a brutal
scene. With two hands at the back of her head Rod forced Jamie's mouth up and
down over his cock. Robert could see Jamie's throat bulge as Rod's penis buried
in her gullet, the sound was horrible, Jamie was gagging and her face was red
from lack of air.
Rod arched his hips forward and spewed his load in Jamie's mouth, his
hands squeezed her head tight, forcing her to take his whole prick in her
throat. Rod bellowed out into the warehouse, his animal roar echoing in the
vast space.
The camera zoomed in, catching the cum seeping out of Jamie's lips
because she couldn't swallow it all. Then the camera showed Karen's face, blood
was dripping from her nose, her eyes were vacant and didn't seem to even
register that Rod was raping her little girl.
When Rod let go of Jamie's head she collapsed on the floor, coughing and
spitting up his cum. Rod just smiled at the camera while stroking his slimy
cock.
"God you raised some hot little sluts Buddy. I could fuck your girls
all night long." Rod slapped Karen's breast with an open hand. The pain of the
blow brought Karen too reality and she started to scream, wailing in abject
suffering. Robert could see the marks from where Rod had pierced Karen's
breasts with the skewers so Jamie would stay silent on the streets. Robert
looked in horror at the image of his wife; her hairless head, her scared lips,
her bruised and bloody tits, he couldn't believe that anybody was as evil as
Rod. What was worse was, Rod was a man he'd once considered his friend, at
least till he'd tried to have him killed.
"I'm going to let the boys have some fun with your wife tonight Buddy.
I think I'm going to pass the time fucking Melissa again, that is, if I can get
her away from the fellas. They still like fucking her a lot. I don't think
she's had anything to eat in days, except for sperm, but she's had plenty of
that, so her belly is probably full of gooey cum."
From off stage Robert heard movement, then he saw the backs of a couple
bikers move out in front of the camera. One of the bikers wheeled out a small
cart with him, Robert could see the copper clips of jumper cables dangling from
the edge of the cart, on top was a large car battery.
One of the bikers turned and smiled at the camera, he was toothless and
covered with tattoos, he had them on his forehead, and up and down his neck, his
arms were covered in colored in, his eyes were wide and glared at the screen.
Taking hold of the jumper cables he brought the two ends together and a blue
spark arched between.
Karen started screaming as the psychopath turned and closed the teeth on
her breasts, her body spasmed as the current ran through her chest. Bloody
trails ran down her skin as the sharp points of the jumper cable teeth tore into
her breasts. The strong springs of the clips buried the points deep in Karen's
flesh. The mad biker howled in approval as Karen's body jerked and bucked in
her bonds. Spittle shot from her mouth and flew at the camera, Robert thought
he'd be sick.
Karen's screams were shrill and inhuman. Robert didn't know how she'd
stayed conscious through the ordeal, when the biker finally pulled the jumper
cables from her breasts deep red gashes were left in her skin. Sweat poured off
Karen's body, dripping into the open wounds. Her skin shone in the bright
light.
The insane biker looked like he would blow, the veins in his neck looked
like they'd pop and his hands trembled with excitement. Robert could see the
biker's dick was hard in his pants but the man himself seemed not to notice, the
thrill of the torture was all that he needed.
Karen hadn't stopped screaming since the teeth had been closed on her
breasts. Blood trailed down over her chest and belly, her once perfect tits
looked like horrible surgical mistakes. The frame to which she was attached
creaked as she tried to break free, trying to get away from the crazy biker that
moved inexorably forward toward her. The man closed the brutally sharp teeth on
her labia. Karen's whole body convulsed with the shocks; her hips, her thighs,
every muscle in her body came to life at once.
Robert felt a sharp pain in his head and he thought he was dying. Drool
ran down Karen's cheek as the electricity surged through her body. Only when
her head went limp, and she passed out, did the sadistic biker unhook the jumper
cables from her pussy lips. The camera zoomed in to show the deep cuts the
sharp teeth had inflicted in her sensitive flesh.
One of the other bikers snapped an ammonia capsule beneath Karen's nose
to revive her. She came to blubbering, saliva ran down her chin and fell in a
gleaming line over her ravaged breasts. The cameraman moved up and down Karen's
tortured body. She looked like a horror show prop.
Before Robert could even get sick at the sight the bikers started
removing Karen from the frame. When she was free they carried her to a long
table and threw her down on the wood, with her back down on the surface. Using
steel wire the men spread her legs wide and tied her to the table, spreading her
thighs and exposing her tortured pussy. Karen was incoherent, the pain of the
jumper cables had done her in, but that hadn't seemed to quell the bloodlust of
the bikers. From the shadows one of the bikers came on camera holding an
aluminum baseball bat.
Karen's head lifted from the hard wood for an instant as the biker forced
the wide head of the bat into her pussy. Robert was numb as the silver aluminum
inched forward into his wife's cunt. The silver bat was soon streaked with red
as it pushed deeper and deeper into Karen's body.
The biker started screaming in joy as the bat hit as deep in Karen's body
as it would go. He started fucking her with the bat, slamming the end
repeatedly into her cervix. He was shrieking like a little kid at Christmas as
he rammed the bat deep into Karen's pussy.
The tape thankfully came to a stop before it could show more horrors.
Robert barely made it to the kitchen in time to vomit in the sink. His head
felt like it was going to explode and he collapsed on the floor, dry heaving,
unable to get the horrible images from his mind.
Day 13
Robert woke with a start when he heard the pounding at the front door.
His heart stopped in his chest when he saw the cops standing there.
"Hello, Mr. Miller."
"Yyyy-eess." Robert could barely stutter out a response.
"We're sorry to inform, but we've found your wife's body, and," he
hesitated, unable to get out the ghastly words, "I'm sorry to tell you, but
she's dead." Robert collapsed to his knees without the hint of drama, he
sincerely couldn't believe that it was true, in spite of what Rod had put him
through, in spite of what he'd seen on the tape.
It took a good five minutes before the cops could console Robert enough
to tell him the rest of their message.
"Sir, I'm very sorry about your wife, but we've also found your
daughters," the cop looked at his notepad, "your daughters Jamie and Melissa,
they are at the hospital, if you would get dressed we could take you there
immediately."
Robert was dressed and in the back seat of the cruiser within 5 minutes,
his mind was racing, he didn't know what was going to happen next...
-----
Weeks had passed since the cops had appeared at his door, everything
about Robert's formerly tame world had changed in the time since.
With a hard tug on the chains in his hands Robert pulled Carol's nipples
taut, the gold rings strained her dark buds. She moaned out load and drove
forward with her hips, slamming the whole length of the strap on dildo she wore
into Lisa's pussy. Robert groaned as Lisa's lips closed tight on his cock, his
hold on the chains tightened as he used them like reins, forcing Carol to fuck
Lisa harder and harder, driving the strap on dildo deep into her pussy.
Just as Robert was about to cum he let go of the reins, the signal for
Carol and Lisa to get into position. With tits pressed against one another
Robert stroked his cock and spewed on the girls' faces. The two girls licked
every drop of sperm from each other, then started kissing, their tongues
exploring deep into the other's mouth. Then they started cleaning Robert's limp
prick till it glistened with their saliva.
"Thank you master for letting us drink your cum." The two fell to their
hands and knees, breasts dangling, the sparkle of gold in their nipples gleaming
in the light.
-----
Month's passed, Robert had almost stopped thinking about Susan, Jamie,
and his wife. Lisa and Carol served his every need, he'd never cum so many
times in his life. His balls constantly ached, and his girl's were always at
the ready to suck him dry. He'd even started taking Viagra so he'd never have
problems getting it up. Carol and Lisa had done wonders for business, at first
he was wary of using them with his clients, but now, he loved seeing his girls
being used by other men, or women, and it had definitely helped the bottom line.
Robert didn't even pay any special attention to the box he got in the
mail, not until he opened it and found the video cassette inside did his body go
numb. It felt like all the blood drained from his arms, his face was flush and
he thought he'd be sick. When he looked at the return address of the package
all it said was "Costa Rica".
The familiar face of Rod appeared on screen, he was holding a huge
margarita glass in his hand.
"Hey Buddy, I guess I've earned this." Rod spread his hands in an
expansive gesture, the camera panned out and showed him on a beach, under a
large thatched umbrella. Robert saw Jamie kneeling at Rod's side, a huge black
leather collar was around her neck, shimmering gold rings flashed in the sun
from her nipples. "I suppose this is my reward for all my hard work at the
company. It sure was good doing business with you. I hope you're treating my
Carol well, I'm sure you've already figured out that she gives great head after
you whip her, especially her tits." Rod took off his sunglasses and looked into
the camera.
"I like how you passed her off as your little Jamie when they found her,
"Rod tapped the real Jamie on the head, "I guess that means my slave here
doesn't exist at all anymore." Rod finished the last of the margarita in his
glass, then filled it again from the pitcher on the table next to him. He ran
his hand through Jamie's hair, then tugged hard on her nipple ring, making her
yelp out loud.
"I like what you've done with your basement Buddy. Those cages and the
cells, it must have cost you a pretty penny, and all the whips and other
'toys'." Robert swallowed hard, he didn't know how Rod knew about what he'd done
in the basement, he hadn't told anybody.
"Carol was so cute balled up in the corner of her cage. I like how you
keep her chained. I was tempted to get in there and fuck her, but she's yours
now, you're all paid up and I didn't want to violate another person's property.
I did need to check up on you though, to see what you'd done to the place, I
wanted to make sure you weren't going to try and fuck with me anymore. I give
you credit, we're even now, you've got the company--speaking of which,
congratulations, I heard you got a major contract that puts the company on the
fast track-and I've had my fun, and a got a good little slave. Doing some
calculations I figure your business deal almost covers what you paid out to me,
hell of a job Buddy. Really, I didn't think you had it in you." Rod slid his
hand down over Jamie's back, she squealed and rocked forward as he thrust his
finger in her sex.
"You should thank me Buddy for taking care of Karen. I saw you took
Lisa as your bride after the requisite mourning period. Hell, you wouldn't have
even known she loved you if it wasn't for me. Oh well. I don't know how you
explained it to the cops, but you must have done one hell of a job. I suppose
they're out looking for some unknown kidnappers and rapists now. Oh, while
we're at it, take a look in that envelope I put in the package." Robert opened
the thick white envelope, inside there were $100 bills, Robert didn't count
them, but there looked to be at least $10,000 worth. "I took the liberty of
selling that little bitch Susan, that's your share of her earnings so far. I'll
get the money to you at regular intervals. There's quite a bit in there now,
but I'm sure it'll decrease with time, she won't be as popular a whore the more
she's fucked and used up. I included some footage at the end of the tape for
you, it was her first day on the job. You should have seen the lines they had
to use her. They just strapped her on her back, legs spread, and gave each guy
5 minutes with her. The guys were lined up around the corner Buddy. Man she
was a mess at the end of the night, her pussy was so swollen they had to ice it
down a few times so the boys could get their dicks in their." Rod took another
drink from the margarita. "I understand she's still pretty popular, after all,
she's a hot white chick and the boys like to take their frustrations out on her,
I hear they like to whip the hell out of her, till her tits are striped and
bleeding." Rod grabbed Jamie by the hair and pulled her head into his lap. She
wormed his prick out of his shorts without having to be told.
"Well Buddy, I've got to be off, I need to enjoy this beach life," Rod
let out a guttural roar as Jamie swallowed the length of his cock. "She's
getting me ready to fuck her again, I'd let you watch, but she doesn't much like
the camera anymore." Rod roared out in laughter. "She's still got a tight
little pussy though, I never would have guessed it, but man that little snatch
feels so great squeezing my prick when I fuck her." Rod's eyes rolled back in
his head as he gripped Jamie by the neck. He had a hard time getting out the
words as Jamie sucked his cock. "It sure was nice doing business with you
Buddy, even if it did take you a while to catch on. I'd apologize about your
wife, but I think you're enjoying Lisa even more. I am sorry that Melissa isn't
doing so well, I guess the trauma was just too much for her. If you ever want
to sell her, well, I've got a buyer, and I'm sure we could make her disappear
without a whole lot of questions." Rod waved at the camera and the screen went
blue. Robert felt the lump in his throat, then an image popped back on the
screen.
Robert saw a dirty looking hallway and lines of men waiting outside a
door. Rod walked into the closed room without even knocking, inside Robert saw
Susan lying on her back, her arms were pulled up over her head and her legs were
spread impossibly wide and tied to the corners of the mattress. A large piece
of wadded cloth filled her mouth, though she continued to scream desperately
into the gag in spite of it.
"Hello Suzy, how do you like you're new office?" Rod sat on the edge of
the bed and ran his hand over Susan's shaved pussy. "There's a whole line of
guy's waiting to use you so I'll keep it short. I just wanted you to have a
chance to say Hi to your daddy one last time." Rod twisted his finger deep in
Susan's cunt, making her squeal in pain. "Your daddy paid me off, but since you
were such a little bitch I thought I owed it to him to get you out of his hair,
and I decided to sell you and ship him your profits. So, from now on you're
going to fuck 20-30 guys a day for the rest of your life." Susan twisted her
head violently side to side as Robert reached for the cloth gag in her mouth and
tugged it free. Saliva trailed from the cotton to her lips as she screamed and
tried fruitlessly to pull free of the ropes that held her to the bed.
"Say goodbye to daddy Suzy, and get ready for some big old pricks in
that pussy of yours."
The camera cut off for an instant, then flashed to life again, this time
there was a man on Susan, his hips were slamming down into her snatch. The bed
was rocking, the springs creaked and sounded like they were going to snap as the
man fucked Susan hard.
Robert watched the tape till it finally shut off. At least 30 men had
fucked Susan while the tape was still running. When the screen finally went
blank Robert got up and turned off the TV and started downstairs. He wasn't
sure who to whip first, Lisa or Carol but he could feel his hands trembling with
anticipation. He didn't know how long he could wait before he fucked one of
them...
The End
Thanks for reading. Sorry it's taken me so long to finish off the story. I
always appreciate comments. Thanks...Semiater (semiater@yahoo.com)
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