## Archive-name: debt1.1

From: wiley06 <wiley06@nym.alias.net>

Subject: Debt_1.1 (mmf fff nc rape bd tort asian) (2/2)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

This is a long, brutal story about the rape and eventually enslavement of a youngish mother of two daughters. Author's note:

I had thought to continue this story by having the two daughters brought in to be trained slowly, with one resisting and the other taking part in their own eventual sexual enslavement. I still may.

comments welcome

Enjoy,

wiley06

She woke up two days later, her head spinning from dehydration, and staggered over to relieve herself. Her body was one throbbing pain, while her cunt and ass felt like they had been torn apart. She tried to speak but it came out in a hoarse croak, even after she gulped down water from the faucet. Finished, she gently walked back to the bed, noticing that the cameras still hadn't been removed from the bedroom, although they had been removed from the bath. She closed her eyes, feeling her nude body with her fingertips, testing how much they had damaged her. Bruises and bites and scrapes seemed to cover every part of her form, causing her to suck in her breath in pain as she felt each one. She could barely touch her groin, which thank goodness had been cleaned up before she had been put in bed, it was so sore. She traced around the swollen, raw labia with her finders, remembering the past week and what she had gone through.

How must it have looked, she thought to herself, running her fingers around her pussy like she was picking at a scab, knowing she shouldn't but unable to stop. Images of what they had done to her, of how she must have looked, of what they made her do, flashed across her mind, and her fingers began to push against her clit, the pain exciting her as she mashed the little bid hard against her pelvic bone. A soft yip escaped her throat as she rolled her finger until her nail was digging into her clit, the pain making her dizzy, her juices pouring from her cunt. She teased herself, rubbing and then jabbing and rubbing some more, her mind picturing what was done to her the last week, how she was used for the pleasure of others, raped and hurt and forced into orgasm after orgasm. She was moaning now, her head thrashing from side to side, gripping her clit between two fingers, squeezing, mauling, digging her fingers into the flesh; her body arched as she dragged her fingernails along her clit, pulling it from her body as if to tear it off, thinking insanely that it would serve her right, slut that she was, as she burst into orgasm, her body flopping once, twice, three times as she wet her sheets.

Jack had only watched the beginning and the ending of the gang rape; it was mostly boring and repetitious anyway, and could barely believe what he saw. The cunt was wild, absolutely wild. She was beginning to obsess him--a hard task for a woman when he had as many beauties as he wanted on call. He wanted her, and her demonstration in her bedroom simply increased his desire. He couldn't believe she had been a cold fish under Gregory. He wanted to wait, though, wait until she had her children back, wait until her life was a little bit more normal--he had given his word, after all--before he decided whether or not he would take her.

Gregory could not believe it was his wife he was watching. He now had three tapes, and they had had to replace the Korean girl with a chocolate skinned girl because he had beat her so badly after watching the first tape. He was still a "royal" prisoner, with everything he wanted except freedom, and, apparently, his wife--his cold fish wife who couldn't get off if her life depended on it, coming her brains out on hour after hour of tape. It was too much. He had gone from guilt to despair to a barely suppressed rage. Each time he took one of the women provided for him he tried to hurt them, not like he had the Korean girl--he had been warned about that. He wanted them to suffer like he was suffering seeing his wife get off with all those other men when she had made him feel inadequate all those years. He had forgotten it was his fault what had happened, forgotten it was his own stupidity which put him in this predicament. So it was with a burning desire for revenge against his beautiful Japanese wife, so slender and demure, that he listened to a proposition from Jack two weeks later.

Gregory's wife couldn't think straight. All she could think about was rape and pain and beating and the intensity of orgasms which shook her body. She masturbated four to six time a day imaging what had happened, and that wasn't even enough. She didn't know what she had become. It took a week before she felt well enough to call her children back to her home, hoping that they would turn her mind away from her obsession with her own sexual pleasure, but it only seemed to get worse. She couldn't help but imagine disgusting things about her older daughter, Amy, so young, so beautiful, so ripe. At 15, she was in the full bloom of female adolescence, her figure turning to soft curves and her face becoming womanly in its beauty, but still fresh and virginal. She took after her father more than her mother, her features light, her eyes just slightly showing her Asian blood, her body smooth and slender and mouth watering. Her mother would imagine her daughter in her place for that week, taking even more men and women, having them beat her harder, hurt her, make her scream. Even her younger daughter Jennifer began to play into her fantasies, the athletic 12 years old gymnast, so tiny, showing almost none of her white blood, her legs striated with muscles, her body almost prepubescent, with small budding breasts and beautiful round, firm, ass cheeks.

After coming to thoughts of her daughters brutally raped and disfigured she would curl up on her mattress and sob. What had she become? What had her husband done to her? She couldn't stand it--both rage at herself, her husband, and her lust fought together in her mind constantly--she had to do something. It was thus which drove her to a meeting with Jack.

Jack was more than amazed when Gregory's wife asked for a meeting with him, but decided to amuse himself. He had already decided to take her, and had already arranged the place and time. He was still debating on whether or not to take her daughters. He arranged to meet her at one of his restaurants.

Sitting across from Jack, she screwed up her courage. "I need to ask you a favor," she started.

Jack spoke into the pause, "Yes?"

"I don't want to see my husband ever again." There, she had said it.

He let the silence stretch, mulling it over. He had planned to send Gregory back to his daughters, since he was planning on taking their mother away to serve as his personal fuck toy. This was beginning to get interesting.

"Why should I do that?" he asked, wondering where she was headed.

Her body began shaking ever so slightly, knowing that she could never change this decision. "Look what he has done to me. You saw--you made it happen," she blushed furiously, her skin turning a beautiful shade of dark red. "I'm no good to anyone except as a...as a..." she nearly choked on the word "...a whore. And that's what I'll be for you if you'll just keep my husband away from me and take care of my daughters," she finished quickly, not daring to look him in the eyes.

Jack stared at her, wondering if things could be more perfect. He decided to see. "And what do you mean 'take care of your daughters'?"

"Let them stay with you, see to their education, make sure they live like they have become accustomed to living," she said, raising her eyes to his.

Looking into her eyes he thought God, she wants me to rape them. She actually wants me to abuse her daughters. He had no doubt that's what she meant, the way she looked at him, with shame blushing across her face.

"Very well," he answered, and proceeded to lay out the terms of the deal A week later she found herself hanging spread-eagled in a brightly lit basement, cameras practically covering the walls. She had been pulled out of her new sleeping spot--at the foot of Jack's bed, naked, with her hands bound behind her and a collar affixed to the bedpost with a chain--by two women, who washed her, inserted a large penis gag and strapped it around her head, and took her downstairs to be bound. She thanked God that her daughter's hadn't seen, the thought exciting her even more than she already was. Once bound, they had inserted an IV into the back of her wrist, explaining to her that it was a stimulant, meant to keep her conscious; they both smiled when they said that, and she quailed inside. She had no idea what they were going to do to her, but looking around the room she knew it was going to be deliciously painful.

Jack, his leather mask in place, entered with Gregory, also wearing a mask, at his side. He had cut a deal with Gregory--a chance to torture his wife in exchange for her and his daughters, as well as his agreement to work for him in certain ways in Japan, out of the way. Gregory had agreed, so he was here, like Jack, staring at his wife, her gorgeously trim body stretched spread eagled in the air, her Asian eyes bright with a touch of fear and and anticipation, a slight sheen of sweat covering her body from the heat of the lights.

Silently they approached her, Gregory behind and Jack in front, and began running their hands over her bound body. Jack felt her shiver, staring at him with those lumunous eyes filled with lust. He took her breast into his mouth, sucking hard, tasting the sweet flavor of her sweat while Gregory pulled one of the more nasty lashes from the wall, a lash which would break the skin if applied hard enough. Jack bit down hard on her nipple, driving his fingers into her damp box, cruelly twisting it around as she screamed, the lash biting hard across her shoulders.

Pain exploded again and again across her shoulders and back as the masked man, only his mouth visible beneath the mask, continued to nash at her breasts, his fingers working at her cunt furiously. Screams came muffled through her gag as the lash fell across her firm asscheeks, then hitting the back of her thighs. It worked its way back up to her lower back, leaving bright red marks across her body.

Jack stepped back from the woman, watching the pain etch itself across her face from the lashing. He made a small handsign to Gregory, who smiled and sent the lash screaming between her legs to land with a sickening splat right against her cunt, making her whole body tense and a scream of pure agony bubble through her gag. Again Gregory did it, and her eyes snapped wide and juice spurted from her cunt, her whole body shivering in the throws of orgasm. Jack stepped forward and punched her right in the pelvis, making her eyelids flutter in agony as yet another orgasm washed through her slender Asian body.

Gregory walked around to the front of her and began to knee her in the grion, angered by her orgasm, not realizing each thud of his knee into her cunt sent her higher and higher into shuddering pleasure. He stopped when Jack grabbed him, and they watched as she slowly came down from her orgasm, small mewling sounds escaping her throat as her body went limp, only the stimulants being pumped into her blood keeping her conscious.

A pool of cunt juice lay on the concrete floor, matching the slick juices coating her inner thighs, glistening in the bright lights. Positioning himself behind her, Jack ran his fingernails along her lashed back, blood oozing through several cracks in her skin, making her tense up again, ready for another round.

Oh god, she thought as she felt the nails run agonizingly across her back, oh god they were going to kill her. She had spent what seemed forever coming, pure sensation thrumming through her beaten body, and she was still conscious, still available for more torture, for them to, she shivered, squeeze even more orgasms from her. She grunted, shaking her head no as she watched the man in front of her light a cigarette, knowing what he was going to do. She felt her ass stretched painfully as the masked man behind her shoved his cock into her ass, but all her attention was for the man in front of her, with the glowing cigarette tip which was coming closer and closer to her defenseless body.

Gregory watched as Jack popped the bitch up the ass, the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh as he fucked her amusing him. He didn't just want to fuck her, he wanted to hurt the whore. He gripped her right breast hard in his hand, making the nipple protrude, and brought the tip of the burning cigarette against it, reveling in the muffled scream, the shaking, shivering, sweating body, and the smell of burning flesh. He took another drag and pressed it against the underside of the breast, earning another scream of agony. For the next fifteen minutes he smoked and burned the bitch, marking her tits almost black and leaving a trail down her stomach to her cunt mound, burning holes in the sparse hair their.

Jack was getting the ride of his life in her ass, which contracted each time the cigarette found her body, squeezing his cock beyond belief. Sweat dripped from her body and the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils as he pounded into her tight ass, her asscheeks quivering from each brutal upward thrust.

She could feel the man behind her finish in her ass, his fingers digging into her hips painfully, drawing her mind from the throbbing sharp pains in her breasts and especially her nipples. Each slight movement seemed to tear at them, sending raw shocks of pain straight to her guts, causing her ass to clamp down painfully on the cock still there. Her throat she thought was screamed hoarse, even though only gutteral yells escaped the gag, the whole front of her body felt like one raw, exposed nerve.

Jack pulled out, glancing at that firm backside and knowing he had just what he wanted, and walked around to the front. Gregory was kneeling before her, one hand pulling her labia open, exposing her clit, while the other brought the burning tip right up against her clit. Jack watched as every muscle and tendon seemed to stand out on her body, blood oozing from her wrists and ankles even around the soft cuffs as she tried to wrench herself free from the agony, sweat pouring off her body and from her face and hair as she jerked her head back and forth, forward and backwards, the agony in her clit overwhelming. Finally Gregory growled and tossed the cigarette to the ground, standing and driving his hard cock brutally into her cunt.

She came; came as his pelvis thumped against her burned clit, his body rubbed up against her burned breasts. Her liquid splashed them both as he pounded into her, turning her agony into a crazy, overwhelming sensation which her mind could only read as pleasure, her slender body managing to rock in its tight bondage as he bit hard at her neck, ravashing her, hurting her, driving her to orgasm after painful orgasm, her mind shutting down, registering only the sensations rocketing through her body.

He kept fucking her even after he came in her spasming, grasping cunt, wanting to hurt her, punish her, even more. The whore, he thought with each thrust, the whore, glorying in her pain and debasement. When he finally pulled out he staggered back, his cock slowly going limp, her juices coating his stomach and the front of his legs. He looked at her as she hung limply in her bonds, her body looking beautifully grotesque with its punishment. Weak moans came from her throat; he smiled--he wasn't half done with her. Jack waved Gregory back, pulling a hose from the wall and beginning to wash her down, the cold water somewhat reviving her, making her toss her head back and forth weakly in pain. He watched as water sluiced down her gorgeous, abused body, his cock growing hard as he thought about what was coming next.

Gregory sat on the bench--it would be used later--and passed Jack a small box containing 13 pins and a pair of small tweezers. 12 of the pins were about 3/4 of an inch long with a round orange ball on one end, while the thirteenth was only a quarter of an inch long and pointed on both ends. Jack took the box and looked at the nearly unconscious form of his victim, his cock twitching as he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, clouded with pain and lust. What a woman, he thought, pinching her left nipple between his fingers and pulling her breast out, noting that although badly burned, there probably wouldnąt be too much scarring from the burns. His attentions earned him a low moan from her, and he grinned, wondering what reaction what he was about to do would have.

He placed the point of one of the needles near the mid-part of her breast, angling it down as he began to slowly push it in, fascinated by the way her body began to shiver uncontrollably, a wail keening through her gag, the way her skin dimpled, small drops of blood oozing out around the needle as he pushed it into the meaty part of her breast. He pulled the second needle from the box, leaving the first fully embedded, only the round orange ball tip visible, trailing a small trail of blood to her stomach.

Oh god, she couldnąt take any more of this, her mind cried, her body shaking in agony, the dull throbbing of the burning superceded by the sharp agony of the needles as he pushed them one by one into her breast, six for each breast. Her breasts were now fiery balls of pain, each twitch a screaming torment searing through her body; every breath was torture. Part of her mind suddenly disconnected, and the pain intensified until it was unbearable, transforming itself beyond pain to pure sensation. Her cries turned to whimpering, almost unable to endure what she was feeling.

Jack stood back, watching the blood pool together to stretch down her heaving stomach, trickling through her pubic hair before stalling just above her cunt. He waited until her screams died down into whimpers, and then he reached back as Gregory handed him two clamps, the teeth looking like two meat tenderizers coming together, but sharper and more viscious. He opened the jaws and pushed it against her right nipple until it completely ungulfed it, and then slowly let it close. Blood oozed around the clamp as he watched her stomach heave as if she were going into contractions, a faint spray of mist shooting from her cunt as she came. Three huge contractions rolled across her stomach and down her thighs, her orgasms making her head jerk spasmatically on her shoulders, a pure animal sound escaping from around the gag. He repeated the procedure on her other nipple with the same results, watching as she came again and again. He still had one more needle left, and that was for her clit, he thought with satisfaction.

She could feel it as he took her clit between the tweezers and began to pull it away from her body, making it shudder from head to foot; she could feel it as he pressed the tip of a pin against the side of it, pushing it into her most tender flesh, making her whole body convulse, ecstacy rippling along every nerve, forming a triangle with her breasts, swamping her mind with each infintesimal sensation of the cool metal sliding through her clit. It was almost more than she could stand, her mind blanking for long periods even as she sensed the way the pin in her clit held her labia apart, cruely poking into that flesh also, before coming alive again as another orgasm shook her slender frame.

Jack and Gregory stepped back and watched as convulsions rocked her body, idling rubbing their hard cocks until their victimąs spasms slowed and finally stopped, leaving her handing limp in her bonds. Carefully they unhooked her and bend her over a special table, her legs at a 45 degree angle, her breasts hanging through an opening designed specially for them, and her head hanging over the edge of the table. They strapped her down tightly and prepared for round three.

They pulled her hands behind her back and bound them, pulling them up as far as they would go and securing them to an overhead line, forcing her upper body hard against the restraining device. To complete the picture, Jack took her battered breasts and hung 2 lb weights from each nipple clamp, watching as each breast was distended grotesquely, blood beginning once again to ooze around the head of the pins still lodged deep in her flesh as well as from her nipples as agonized moans came from her still gagged mouth. Two wire leads were attached to each weight, and while two small allegator clamps, with wires falling from them, were clamped on either side of her clit, gripping the pin which still pierced it. Both Jack and Gregory stood back and looked at their handiwork, each stroking their cocks as they prepared to violate her once again.

Jack moved to the front of her, grapping her hair and forcing her face forward, ripping the gag from her mouth and pushing his cock in in its stead, sliding it easily down her throat--he wanted it there when Gregory hit the switch. Gregory picked up the cane--it was more of a switch--and took a few swipes with it, smiling at the thought of how bloodly it would be, tiny thorns studding the switch down its length. A few swipes with this and her ass would be a bloody mess, he thought, his foot resting on the switch, trying to decide whether or not to hit it before or after he started the whipping.

The cock in her throat was more of an impediment than anything else, considering the agony in her breasts. It was like a throbbing, each beat of her heart, each rasping breath through her nose, seeming to tear at her breasts, sending sharp shivers of pain up and down her spine. Her clit felt like it was swollen to three times its normal size, it too throbbing in pain, making her gasp through her nose with each little movement of her body. She knew there was more, more pain, more agony, on the way, and her stomach buzzed with trepedation and anticipation.

"Mmmmhhggggphhh!" her scream split the air as Gregory brought the switch down hard across her ass, blood splattering across her ass and flying to hit his cheek, a savage grin on his face as her watched her muscles jerk spasmatically in their bonds. Again and again her brought the switch down, marking her, scarring her beautiful ass, blood beginning to flow more freely, dripping down the backs of her thighs where her muscles were shaking uncontrollably. As he brought down the switch for the forth time, he hit the switch with his foot, sending elecrtrical current coursing into her tits and cunt, grinning as she seemed to levitate the whole table with her as her whole body went into convulsions, come shooting out of her pussy as her body was rocked by orgasm after orgasm, the elecricity firing her nerves beyond endurance, turning her body into a churning mass of pain and pleasure.

Jack gripped her head between his hands, feeling like he was going to crush it as her throat spasmed around his cock, sending chills up his spine as her saliva dripped from her lips and slid down his testicles. He began to fuck her face with short, sharp japs, feeling his pelvis smack her nose with each fucking motion, reveling in the feeling of using this cunt like a piece of meat, the a spasming, rocking, coming piece of fuck meat.

Her whole body jerked in orgasm after orgasm, like a fiery, pulsing star about to explode, the current throbbing into her tits and clit sending screaming flares of agony and pleasure through her mind, the switch a viscious counterpoint, rocking her with overwhelming sensations. She sensed more than felt when the man behind her shoved his cock up her ass, tearing at her rectum brutally as he pounded into her, sending her higher and higher into pleasure. It felt like it would never end; she didn't want it to end.
She wanted to be fucked and beaten and fucked forever, a cock in her throat and a cock in her ass and pins in her breasts and clit for all time. The bubble of pleasure which seemed to be engulfing her body expanded, still pulsing, sending wave after wave of increasing orgasmic pleasure rocking her slender bound body.

"Mmmghgggfffff!" she bellowed as the world seemed to contract to a single point of incredible sensation in the pit of her stomach, pleasure radiating from it in strange tendrils before exploding in wave after wave after wave of unbearable ecstacy, darkness flowing over her in waves as she convulsed in her bonds, her ass convulsing so hard Gregory thought she was going to rip his dick off as he spilled his seed deep into her bowels, her throat spasming in animalistic howls as Jack fucked her face, blood splattering from her nose as his pelvis slammed into it, his cock spilling its seed down her gullet. Still she came, and came, and came as the current ripped through her, the men's cocks softening in her holes, until the waves of darkness increased and then covered her completely "Jesus," Jack muttered, pulling his cock loose, looking down at the battered body before him. He signalled to Gregory to cut the juice pouring into her tits and clit, walking around behind her to inspect her ass. Blood covered it, sliding down the back of her thighs to coat her gorgeous legs before pooling on the ground. Her asshole was still distended from its fucking, winking redly at him from between her asscheeks. He grabbed the bottle of bactine and began liberally spraying her ass with it, watching as rivulets of red ran down her legs. A weak moan came from her as she regained consciousness, the stinging pain of the bactine cleansing out the wounds in her ass bringing her to.

Her mind was still fuzzy as consciousness returned, noticing first the stinging pain in her ass and the cool liquid coursing down her thighs to drip from her knees. She moaned weakly again, the wracking her body had taken and the incredible orgasms she had been subjected to beginning to take their toll. Her tits were in the same agony they had been since they had been pierced, yet felt like they had swollen to twice their size. Her ass felt tender and abused, and she prayed ferverently that they were done with her.

Gregory walked along side his wife, his eyes lingering on her beaten, abused body, glorying in the pain he had caused her, loving the pleasure he had both taken and forced from her. She had always been gorgeous, he thought, kneeling down to stare at her breasts, grotesquely bruised and pierced and swollen, red and black and blue, but like this she was perfect, a perfect piece of meat upon which he could visit any horror, take any pleasure. He walked around to her front and gripped her by her hair, jerking her head savagely up so he could look into her eyes. How he wished she could see that it was him behind the mask as he looked into bright eyes dulled by pain and exhaustion. Well, he thought, the slut was just going to have to suck it up, he laughed as he thought it, placing his still soft cock into her mouth and hitting her upside her head until she closed her lips over it and began to suck, because they had lots more planned for her today.

Jack hit the power again, only keeping it down to half power this time, and watched as her body stiffened, muscles jerking spasmatically against the bonds. He would have to get hard again if he wanted to fuck the bitch up her cunt, and he knew exactly how to do that. He picked up he switch, still bloody from its previous usage, and brought it down hard against her already tenderized ass. He loved watching the way it raised a bloody swath across her round, firm flesh, the way an involuntary cry escaped her lovely throat as her flesh rebounded from the blow, the muscled in her thighs twitching in agony as he continued to beat her.

Her cries came deep down in her throat, her lips and mouth sucking harder on the invading dick like a pacifier, feeling it begin to slowly harden into a raping tool. She couldn't believe the pain in her ass--the electricity cutting into her clit and tits low enough to be a background, insistent pulsing, no match for the agony which inflamed her buttocks, which felt like they were being flayed of every inch of skin. Fire spread through her body as the whipping continued, methodically sending pain rocking through her body as the whip shredded her ass. She shuddered as the electricity became more powerful, shooting sharp spasms through her clit, her body on edge, too exhausted and worn to come again, yet being driven higher and higher into that primal sensation.

Gregory dropped the cane, the sight of her ravaged ass making his cock throb painfully; the idea that she was _his_, that she was nothing but a piece of fuck-meat for his pleasure, made him want her all the more. He gripped her slender hips, digging his thumbs into her bloody ass, and forced himself into her tortured cunt, gasping at its slick tightness, at how it seemed to hum as it quivered spasmatically to the electrical shocks. He held it there for a moment, and then began to fuck her rythmically, pulling the full length of his cock almost all the way out of her cunt before driving it back in, slamming his hips against her ass, splattering blood across his stomach and thighs.

She was skewered again, a cock in her throat and one in her pussy, being fucked violently, the man in front of her slamming his hips into her face, making blood run from her nose, her lips raw from the battering. The electricity kept her on edge, the pain in her breasts a throbbing beast threatening to overwhelm her. For the first time since they started on her she was not out of control with either pleasure or pain, her fatigue buffering her from the worse of both. She could feel her body responding, though, a queer humming feeling running through her nerves, making her want to achieve the release of orgasm, a release each pounding fucking, each jolt of electricity, was bringing her closer to.

The men fucked her relentlessly, their previous orgasms keeping them from coming, the pleasure of her throat and cunt setting them on edge, the sight of her beaten body making them want to hurt her all the more. Over and over they pounded into her bound body, feeling it grow more and more tense, her muscles quivering with fatigue and lust. Jack came first, spilling his seed deep in her spasming pussy, cursing at the intense pleasure shooting from his cock. His sight darkened as he came for the third time within the last hour, his cock slowly stopping its jerking as he pulled it from her grasping pussy, almost laughing when he heard the bitch moan. Gregory was not far behind, grinding his pelvis against his wife's face as he shot down her throat, loving the way he was dominating her.

Not yet! her mind screamed, the fatigue of her body keeping her from reaching orgasm, don't stop she wanted to yell, her body keyed up beyond belief, her whole being striving for orgasm. She ground her hips against the edge of the restraining table, trying to jostle the needle against her clit--she needed it so badly. She tried to grab at her pussy when the released her, taking her back to her previous bondage. She tried to bring her legs together, but they would not let her. They grabbed her and hoisted her back into her bonds, her head inches from the floor, her long black hair pooling in her come on the ground, her legs forming a huge V in the air, her bloody ass and swollen cunt fully exposed, her pierced clit glistening obscenely from between her labia.

It took Jack and Gregory less than 5 minutes to get her hooked upside down in her restraits she was so light. A look passed between them--this was to be the finali. They both knew she was on edge, her body begging for the release of orgasm, and they both planned to give it to her in the most brutal way they could imagine. Gregory did not waste any time, picking up a viscious looking thick leather strap and bringing it down with the full strength of his arm with a wet splat against her exposed pussy.

A howl echoed through the room as pain flashed through her, her cunt spasming as the strap tore at her pierced clit, her whole body convulsing as she felt an orgasm begin deep within her belly. "Splat!" another blow landed, another and another and another coming in quick successing sending her out of her mind with pain, he body bucking uncontrollably within her bonds as her cunt spasmed on empty air, lights flashing behind her closed eyelids as her orgasm rolled through her, shooting a geyser of come into the air. "Splat Splat Spat!" went the strap into her cunt, driving her orgasm higher and higher. She was completely lost in sensation, not noticing the whipping had stopped until she felt her cunt and ass filled, stretching as each man shoved their hand into her nether openings.

She screamed, a purely animalistic sound, as a fist thudded against her womb, sending lightning-like flashes of pain and pleasure through her lithe body, making her orgasm again and again as she felt her cunt and ass being torn apart by two fists plunging in and out of them. Jack and Gregory worked their fists violently into her, both amazed that she could take them, her narrow groin stretched beyond imagination, her come bubbling around the arm in her cunt as Jack pounded it against her cervix, feeling her cunt spasming around his arm, tearing at it in the throws of orgasm after orgasm.

For five minutes they worked their fists in her cunt and ass, feeling each other's fists through the tender membrane seperating the two, her muscles clamping and unclamping on their arms as they drove her through orgasm after orgasm until finally she went limp, her breath coming raggedly and shallowly.

Jack pulled his arm out and motioned for Gregory to do the same, getting the hose and spraying himself and Gregory down. He looked down, amazed that he was hard once again. She was done for the day, probably for the next couple of weeks, but he needed to take care of his now raging hard-on, and he noticed Gregory had one also. He stepped outside and had AJ1 and AJ2 brought to him--they could give both of them a nice, easy fuck while his other women cleaned up Gregory's wife and took care of her wounds.

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