Melissa Ch5 - Breaking Susan

by NiteWriter                                                                                                                      (March 2004)

Extreme Warning - Chapters 4 & 5 involve the extreme torture and sadistic treatment of Melissa and Susan. Don't read further if the nature of this story offends you.
(mmmmmmmff,bdsm,tort,s&m,piercing,anal,fist,ws)
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All attention was now directed toward Susan. After listening to her anti-male support of Melissa so many times in the lunchroom, Dan finally was going to have the opportunity to put this bitch in her place. And even now being restrained, she was resisting and adamantly voicing her 'you'll never get me to be a slut' attitude.

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Carl commented. He whispered something to Dan before going up the stairs to answer the door. "Hey that's great," Dan replied and happy to hear what Carl had to say.

A couple minutes later Dan and the two girls heard footsteps coming down the steps. Carl appeared first and then five more men entered the basement. There was an immediate reaction from them when they saw the two naked women; Susan cuffed to the pole and Melissa standing there with a tit press squeezing her breasts. "Fuck man, look at this?" One of them yelled.

Carl introduced the guys to Dan as co-workers. Carl and his buddies worked in road construction operating heavy equipment and he had told them about Melissa's ordeal from this past weekend. They begged him to be a part of the next training session, hoping that they could join in the gangbanging of a pretty woman. They especially loved the idea of defiling an uppity bitch. All these guys had encounters with someone like Melissa and nothing would please them more than to return the humiliating treatment they had received.

The seven men spoke amongst themselves for a short time. The five newcomers couldn't help from time to time glancing at the two sluts to get another look at what they were going to enjoy in a short while. Dan said they would all get their chance, but for now he suggested that they relax and enjoy the show. They all took a seat.

Dan didn't waste any time telling Susan how much he craved torturing her breasts and nipples. He explained how every day at lunch he fantasized about her the same as he did Melissa. Dan knew that underneath Susan's daily work attire he would find a great pair of tits. And he was right. In fact, they were even more spectacular than he imagined.

Before Susan had a chance to react to his comments, he started binding her massive tits with a rope. He draped a nylon cord across the back of her neck and let each end hang down over the front of her shoulders. Then he proceeded to individually wrap each end of the cord around her breasts. He looped it a couple times and made sure that it was pulled snug. He wanted Susan's tits to be bound extremely tight, so that her flesh would bulge out. It really excited him and Carl to see this pretty bitch's breasts become so engorged and stick out from her chest. They had never done that to any woman before.

Once he was satisfied that it was sufficiently tight, he fed the rope underneath her arms, completely around her back, and then tied them off by looping the ends through her already rope-bound breasts. The remaining nylon ends hung from her tits almost to her waist.

After a few minutes her tits appeared to be straining against the bindings. Dan started first by slapping them with his hand, spanking hard and calling her, "a naughty little whore."

"I'm gonna make you wish you were a cheap tramp out on the streets sucking cocks?" He remarked.

Susan's wrists were still tied behind her back. She felt totally under his control and helpless, as she watched Dan select a long stiff cane from one of the boxes that Carl brought from the van. He started lightly tapping her breasts and calling her, "a dirty slut" and commented, "you're gonna be a used fuckin' bitch when I'm done with you?"

Then he struck her breasts harder and harder. A couple times it impacted directly on her nipples. "You fuckin' little whore," he yelled. "How's that feel? SLUT!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..., AAHHHHhhhhhhhhhh...AAHHHHHHHHHHHH," Susan screamed and winced from the pain when he struck her sensitive nipples. She couldn't believe how much it hurt every time the hard cane impacted her bulged out breasts.

Dan stopped for a minute to touch and squeeze them. "Do you like this bitch?" Then he laughed. Susan was shaking and whimpering, as he mauled her sore beaten nipples. "Does that hurt," Dan asked? When she didn't answer he said, "I think you want more, don't you slut?" So he twisted and yanked them hard, making her moan out in pain.

"No!! No!! Please!! No more!" Susan cried.

When Dan saw how hard her nipples had become, he grabbed a couple clamps from his box of toys. These were the kind that you can adjust the tension, sort of like tiny tit vices. He attached one to each of her hard nipples and tightened the clamp firmly to pinch her tender flesh between them.

"Don't you dare scream Susan!" He demanded. "You had better hold it back." She was actually panting from the intense pain, as Dan twisted the screws tighter and tighter, flattening her nipples between the two small metal bars.

Susan's restraint in screaming was admirable, considering how mashed her nipples were becoming. Any woman would have been bellowing like crazy from the pain. But Susan certainly must have believed that Dan would have inflicted even more on her. She was breathing heavily and shaking. Her whole body was trembling severely, while she tried to hold back and not lose control as her nipples were tortured.

Dan simply let her endure the tit pain, while he moved on and spread her legs apart. He held them open while Carl attached two plastic spring type clothespins to the folds of her pussy. Once attached, Carl enjoyed teasing Susan by pulling on the clips to open her cunt, allowing him to see inside her pink hole. Then he attached a third clothespin right on her clit. Susan shuddered in pain, as it clamped down on one of the most sensitive parts of her body.

"Now just kneel there," he ordered releasing the cuffs from around the beam.

Susan was almost beside herself from the pain, feeling her cunt lips and clit pinched within the claws of the tight plastic clothespins. And her nipples were literally numb from being mashed by the steel clamps. Despite the intense pain, she obeyed and carefully knelt in front of the men, keeping her legs apart.

Dan proceeded to place a leather collar around her neck and fastened a dog leash to it. Susan had never before felt so humiliated and dehumanized in her entire life.

Dan's cock was rock hard from seeing her nipples pinched with the tight presses and the clothespins hanging between her legs.

"Look at you? He commented. "What a filthy little slut. You're going to learn to be good obedient whore."

Dan started sucking on her sore breasts and biting around her clamped nipples. Carl stuffed two fingers deep into her cunt and played with the clothespin on her clit. Dan then yanked the leash, pulling her face close to his, and called her "SLUT," right in her face. Then he ordered her to look up and open her mouth. Both Dan and Carl began spitting in it, while yelling "WHORE"... "FILTHY CUNT. The five other men joined in too. Each one faced Susan and either spit into her mouth or on her face. Then they slapped her. It continued to be the most humiliating and debasing night she's ever experienced.

Are you ready to submit to us?" Dan asked.

Dan and Carl heard no answer from Susan.

Dan pulled the leash making her crawl across the floor to the pool table. He then ordered Susan. "Kneel up straight."

Dan removed the clamps from her tits. Susan breathed a sigh of relief, as the pain began to subside. If she only knew what the two men had in mind, she wouldn't have relaxed so quickly. She actually thought her torture was over. Instead, Carl grabbed the two loose ends of the nylon cord that was still hanging from her swollen bound breasts. He pulled on them, forcing Susan to crawl a bit more forward, until her engorged breasts were above the top edge of the pool table.

"Rest them on the edge," Carl ordered. Susan's facial expression was filled with fear as she wondered what they were up to next. What devious method of torture did they have planned for her now?

"Please... what are going to do? I'll do what you ask." Susan finally submitted.

"She's gettin' there Carl," Dan commented. She's beginning to know her place."

"Please don't hurt me anymore!" Susan cried out.

Susan's swollen breasts were resting on the wooden edge of the pool table. Carl was pulling them with the cord and making them extend way out. Susan was completely panic-stricken when she realized what they had in mind next. Dan had picked up a long three-foot plastic crop. This one was very thin and flexible, similar to a switch you might cut from a tree branch.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!" Susan screamed when she saw what he was going to do.

Dan waved it quickly through the air a couple times, so Susan could hear the high pitched swishing sound.

Then, "Smmmmaaaaccckkkkkkkk!!!!!" The crop struck across the top of her breasts. With her tits supported from underneath, they took the full blow of the thin crop. The pain was so intense that Susan became flushed and thought she might pass out. Her loud scream filled the room.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! STOPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!"

A bright red welt appeared across both breasts.

Then Dan let her feel it again.

"Smmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkk!!!!!" and again

"Smmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkk!!!!!" and again

"Smmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkk!!!!!"

Dan walloped her tits over and over, impacting the plastic switch repeatedly across both of Susan's swollen breasts. She wailed out in pain. A couple times the crop struck her already sore nipples, making her try to back away. But Carl simply pulled harder on the rope to keep her bulging tits in place on the table.

Her breasts were already sensitive from being so tightly bound. And due to their swollen condition, the pain inflicted by the beating was tremendously amplified. As if the pain wasn't enough, every stroke also impacted hard enough to leave a thin red mark on her gorgeous mounds. Somehow Dan knew exactly how hard to swing. The welts were not severe enough to do permanent damage, but certainly sufficient to keep her tits hurting for days.

Dan stopped to let Susan catch her breath. She was screaming hysterically. He didn't want her passing out, because he still had more planned.

She begged, "Please!... Stop!..." She cried out, "No more... Please!..." All of the men were enjoying her groveling and begging.

Carl loosened his grip on the rope. Susan was moved back and handcuffed again around the center beam. She slumped down on the floor and both Dan and Carl sat in front of her. When Susan looked up she saw both men holding a small container. The other seven men had huddled around too, waiting to see the torture of this pretty little slut continue.

Dan and Carl each grabbed one of her swollen sore breasts in their hands and untied the nylon cord. Her tits were engorged like two huge overripe melons and they covered with welted red marks from the breast whipping. Her darkened areola nipple area was stretched to about two inches in diameter. She whimpered just from their touch.

Susan watched as they each retrieved from the container a three-inch long needle with a red plastic pearl-sized tip.

Susan begged desperately, "No!...., No!.... Oh My God No!!.... No!!... Please don't!!.... Please!!!!"

Dan held her right tit in one hand and then placed the tip of the needle on the outside edge of the dark areola of her nipple. Disregarding her pleas Dan looked at Susan saying, "you're a fuckin' whore," and then quickly pushed the needle puncturing her delicate flesh.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Susan twisted her body and screamed, as the sharp point entered her breast.
Dan continued inserting the needle and forced it into her tit meat, until the red tip was fully seated at the outer edge of her nipple area. The sharp needle was buried in her breast. Susan was thrashing about, her body in pain, as she sat on the floor moaning.

Carl picked up another needle, placed it to her left breast, and did the same thing. He shoved it completely into her tit, while he listened to her scream.

Susan was groaning. Her body was shaking. Dan and Carl's cocks were growing rock hard, while they watched her in so much agony. The other men were stroking their shafts too.

Once she had a needle in each tit, Dan selected another and placed it a slight distance apart from the first on the outside edge of her nipple. He pushed it in. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Susan cried out again, as the point dug into her breast meat and once more was forced completely in.

She could feel the extreme pain throughout her breasts. At this point, she was already exhausted from the tit whipping. But all she could really do was allow them to have their fun torturing her breasts, even though the pain was more than she could bear.

Dan let the other men have a turn too. Each guy selected a needle and jammed it into Susan's tits, until she had seven completely inserted around her nipple and fully buried in each breast. Some enjoyed slowly gouging the needle into her flesh and hearing her beg and scream. Others simply grabbed her tit and stabbed it in. One guy shoved the needle into her breast, and then decided he didn't like the location. So he proceeded to yank it out and insert it back in several times, using her breast like a pincushion.

Susan was delirious from the pain. She was crying and whimpering, "it hurts... it hurts... Stop... Stop Please!!!" But the men paid no attention to her.

"So are you going to be a whore for us, like Melissa?" Dan inquired.

"Yes... Yes... Yes.. anything... anything you want." She answered.

"Then you won't mind if we all fuck you right now, will you? Think you can handle seven cocks; a seven man gangbang?" Dan asked.

"I'll do anything," she answered. "Anything."

"And you'll suck cock too?" Dan continued.

"Yes... Yes... I'll suck everyone."

"And balls?... How about sucking on my balls?... and cleaning my asshole?" Dan questioned to see if there was a limit to her submission.

"Yes... Yes... anything." She insisted.

Even Melissa couldn't believe how cruel the men were to her friend.

When Dan was convinced of Susan's absolute submission to his whims, she was untied from the beam and ordered to kneel so they could use her fuckholes. All seven men quickly stripped down and mounted her from behind. They fucked her cunt and her ass. She screamed nearly the whole time, as each man drove his cock deep into her cunt. Then they changed holes and forced their hard shafts up her ass. While doing so, they grabbed her needle-ridden breasts and squeezed them, pulled them, and literally used them as handles to hold while fucking their whore. The needles dug deeper into her flesh too, as she was savagely manhandled to deliberately inflict more pain. She screamed and begged for them to stop, but each man kept fucking her ass and mauling her breasts until he was ready to cum.

Each guy pulled out and shot his load either in her mouth or all over her face. Susan never had sperm in her mouth or on her face before. It felt so thick and slimy, as it dripped down her cheeks. Two of the men stuffed their erupting dirty cocks between her lips, sending this torrent of thick jizz across her tongue and to the back of her mouth. Instinctively, she swallowed to keep from choking and then realized what a disgusting thing she had done. Well, at least it was disgusting to Susan. The men loved the fact that this stuck up bitch was eating their cum.

Aside from the extreme pain she felt in her massively swollen breasts, Susan's rape and torture kept becoming more and more humiliating and degrading. To be naked in front of seven men was bad enough. But she knew her lovely body was being used for nothing more than an object to satisfy their sexual whims. She felt so dirty every time a cock entered her ass. She couldn't imagine that other women liked that. It made her feel so cheap. And it was so painful too, the way they kept stuffing their cocks brutally up her virgin anal hole, while squeezing her tortured breasts. Their deliberate insensitivity reinforced in Susan's mind how little they respected her as an intelligent pretty woman. Her treatment was making her feel like a whore and every second that went by solidified that feeling even more.

When all seven men finished, Susan hoped that it finally was over. But Dan, being relentless in his quest to completely break these types of stuck up bitches, suggested to Carl to bite her nipples, while slowly removing the needles. At the same time, Dan started shoving his fingers into her well-fucked pussy, twisting them and gouging deeper and deeper. Dan kept stretching her fuckhole, despite Susan's obvious moans of discomfort. He knew what he wanted to do and he didn't care how much pain he caused. He twisted his hand into Susan's cunt and pushed hard, until his whole fist disappeared up into her body. Susan was gasping at that point, not from exhaustion, which she was, but from the combination of the needles being extracted from her tits and Dan's fist being shoved so deep into her pussy.

Simply penetrating her body wasn't sufficient for Dan either. He wanted Susan to know who was in control of her body from now on. So he brutally fisted her tight fuckhole, savagely yanking his clenched fist out and then ramming it back in. He stuffed his hand deeper and deeper up into her body, until she started shaking and quivering from the violent repeated entries. Dan couldn't quite tell if she was having an orgasm or was completely overcome with pain. He yelled at her. "Hope you like this, bitch? Because you're going to be nothing but a filthy used slut from now on." And he kept stuffing her pussy until Carl had removed every needle. "You're a fuckin' cheap whore, Susan."

Her trembling seemed to last forever, as she half knelt half slumped toward the floor with most of Dan's foreman buried between her legs. Finally, Dan withdrew his fist and Susan fell all the way down being totally exhausted.

"Get her back up," Dan ordered Melissa to help her friend.

Melissa quickly assisted Susan back up to a kneeling position and whispered. "Please don't get him mad, Susan. He'll torture you until you surrender.

"Hear that Susan?" Dan asked. "You're friend Melissa understands her place. Do you?"

Susan was scared. In the beginning she didn't know Dan could be so brutal. Now she did. "Yes... Yes... I'll do anything. Anything you ask."

"Okay, let's see if you really do understand what you are," Dan commented, obviously with an idea to test her willingness.

Dan walked over to the wet bar area on the other side of the recreation room and retrieved a large beer mug. Then returning to Susan, he held the glass down to his cock and started pissing in it. He filled it almost to the top with his hot amber colored urine. He then handed the glass to Susan. "Drink up whore."

Susan grabbed the glass and stared at the vile secretion. Her immediate internal instinct was of total disgust and she wanted to dump it out on the floor rather than drink it. The odor alone was turning her stomach and drinking it would certainly make her sick. But she knew if she didn't that Dan would certainly torture her more.

Susan literally had to force herself to bring the glass to her lips. Then in one motion began tipping it and swallowing, "gulp" after "gulp," drinking Dan's hot salty piss. When she finished, she gagged and choked from the horrible taste. She was holding her stomach, as she could feel it gushing down her throat and into her belly. Dan gave the glass to Carl. "I think she needs some more," he suggested.

Carl proceeded to urinate and a minute later Susan was holding another glassful. "Gulp!!! Gulp!!! Gulp!!!" Susan drank his bladderful of hot yellow piss too.

"Good," Dan answered satisfied he had broken her spirit. "She's going to be a good little whore and piss slut. Can't you just see her at work in the men's room swallowing piss right from her boss's cock?"

Susan was feeling sick to her stomach. All that urine burned her throat and she still had the taste of the vile fluid in her mouth. She sat there dazed, while listening to Dan and contemplating how she would be able to live her life obeying his wishes. Would he really make her do that at work?

"Tomorrow you're going to be just like Melissa, an office whore." Dan started instructing Susan. "You'll wear a short skirt, no panties, and a blouse with no bra. You submit to any man that wants you and do whatever he asks. Then you'll fill us in at lunch how dirty you've been. I'll be there to help you along like I did with Melissa. And you had better do as I said. If not, then watch Melissa's punishment for her poor memory. Maybe you'll think twice before resisting what I want."

Susan began to think about how she would hide her slut activities from her husband? What would they think of her at work? Is this what her life would be from now on? And what was going to happen to Melissa?
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continued in Melissa Ch6 - Melissa's Punishment

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