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Rape's Progress Part 7

The continuing adventures of Sebastian X. A fictional tale of sex and violence, and in this episode, the dreadful misuse of two ounces of Semtex. Ozmanga stories are unsuitable for children, puritans and those prohibited from thinking about such things by government regulation or superstition.

Rapes Progress - Part Seven
by Sebastian X

Night was falling when we arrived at the security gates that marked the entrance to Kim's and my half-brother's business premises. These comprised an old warehouse sitting on a rocky peninsula at the shallow end of the harbor, a jetty just big enough to take a small vessel and an antique diesel driven crane. From the outside the lot seemed old and dilapidated. Inside was a different story.
We entered the warehouse through electronically controlled steel doors. The well-lit ground floor was half full of crates; strange looking, big, wooden carvings and great lumps of stone. The rest of the space contained at least six automobiles. I noticed a police car and a taxi before Kim had me open the trunk and help our terrified captives out of the car and onto their feet.
We were met by a bulky dark skinned man wearing a fez. 'Turk, meet Sebastian, Conrad's brother,' said Kim. 
Turk grunted. 
'These are the hitch-hikers I phoned you about,' Kim said, indicating the bound, gagged and naked pair. 'We'll put them in Cell Two. The girl's a natural but her brother is a bit inhibited. You can work on him tonight. No rough stuff mind.'
'Nice!' drooled Turk not at all surprised that Kim and I had abducted and raped a couple of tourists. He stroked Hans' buttocks as he ushered the duo into an elevator hidden behind a stack of boxes. Turk held the door open for Kim, before pressing a code into a numerical pad which operated the lift.
Kim explained that the middle floor was mainly offices, storerooms and staff quarters. The top floor contained Conrad's and her apartment, a gymnasium, a 25 yard small arms range and - our immediate destination - the 'cell bock'.
The cell-block was a group of five sound-proofed, windowless, rooms off a short corridor behind the gym. Hans and Greta were put in Cell Number Two. I saw one of the rooms was equipped with a about twelve closed circuit TV monitors which showed only one other cell was occupied. This by a woman, dressed only in her underwear.
That's the debtor's wife I told you about, Sebastian,' Kim said. Tomorrow we'll start to persuade her to tell us where her husband has gone. You can try to fuck the truth out of her!'
I slept soundly that night in my own comfortable room on the top floor and had breakfast with Kim on a verandah overlooking the harbor. I was keen to start my duties - what I had seen the night before on the TV monitor had whetted my appetite - but had to wait until Kim was ready.
'She is a very small woman,' said my sister-in-law, smiling, 'Quite dainty. But she's tough. British aristocracy. Married for money. Sadly the money wasn't her husband's. He was a banker for the people who have employed me - us - to recover the bulk of what he has taken. I don't  think she'll  tell us where he is, but if she's sufficiently humiliated I think she will lead us to him when released.'
'And my job,' I chorused, 'Is to fuck her witless?' Kim smiled and nodded.
'But, Sebastian, beat the shit out of the stuck up little bitch first, eh?'
I entered the cell naked, carrying a small bamboo cane and two items which I put on the shelf above the prisoner's cot. Lady Felicity was chained by the neck to a ring-bolt above the cot. Her prisoner's coverall was undone to reveal that she was still wearing the expensive lingerie in which she had been taken. She gave me an icy glare and gestured with her hand.
'Is that meant to frighten me, little man?' she sneered. 'I warn you, I bite and scratch!'
'You also talk too much,' I replied. 'Please remove your shirt.'
She laughed. 'My! How polite! I'll bet your Nanny is very proud of your good manners. No, I won't! And kindly tell that chinky cow I want my clothes returned this instant!'
I stepped across the cell and slapped her hard across the face. She was a head and shoulders shorter than me and the blow startled and stunned her. I removed the blue prison coverall while she recovered her wits.
'Get your kicks out of hitting defenseless women, do you?' she hissed. 'What next? You fuck me? Well, I'm no virgin - go ahead!'
'Oh, I'll fuck you alright,' I said, 'but first you'll have to ask me politely ... like your Nanny taught you.'
She regarded me with a mixture of surprise and loathing. 'I am not likely to ask you to do anything of the sort!' she said.
'In that case,' I replied, 'I'm going to treat you as a disobedient and recalcitrant little girl. Just like your Nanny did.'
'Don't be preposterous   ' began Lady Felicity but  I had her by the neck and was forcing her head down.
'Touch your toes!' I demanded, I'm going to give your arse a flogging that you'll never forget!' 
Lady Felicity (not her real name) struggled but to no avail. With the chain drawn tight between her neck and knee,  and secured with a turn around her left leg, she presented a sweet target. Firm muscular cheeks framed the black-lace clad bulge of her mons veneris, which I felt to see whether she showed any signs of sexual arousal. She did not, but my gentle touch sparked another torrent of abuse. 'Damn your eyes, you ignorant peasant, have you never had a woman before? You thick, clumsy boy...' I gave her buttocks a preliminary cut with the cane and she shut up.
'I've had one or two, your ladyship,' I said, 'and I've also had some experience with butt-warmers.' I gave her a harder cut. She stayed quiet.
'The first woman whose knickers I removed by force was my English Mistress,' I said, whacking the noble lady's tail again. 
'Of course, it was easier with a riding crop,' I said hitting harder, 'and probably less painful for her.' I began to get into a rhythm landing a blow every ten seconds or so. I tried to make each stroke a little bit harder than the one before.
She was tough. Red weals started to mark the pink smoothness of her upper class bum. At last she began to flinch before the cane landed, anticipating the pain. I sensed victory.
'I used a belt on the next - until she asked me - Oh! so nicely - to fuck her. Just as you... are... going...to...do!' I finished with a flurry of really hard slashes that parted the thin fabric of her panties and exposed her cunt to the bamboo.
'N..No!' she gasped and tried to protect her exposed sex with her hands.		
'Naughty!' I remonstrated and flicked the tip of her left tit with the cane. The next five strokes were directed below the curve of my lady's tush and striped her labia major. She was jerking uncontrollably and beginning to sob each time the cane marked her flesh. 
I tugged at her bra to expose more breast meat and alternated between hitting her arse and aiming for her nipples.
'No! No! No!' she screamed at last, 'For God's sake stop it, you  barbarous little monster. I'll let you screw me!'
'That's not what I want to hear,' I informed her and, drawing back my arm to its fullest extent I hit her as hard as I could along the line of her twat.
Lady Felicity screamed. 
'I hope I've done no permanent damage,' I said.
She burst into tears, 'Fuck me!' she sobbed, 'Fuck me  Please!'
If she thought I would be satisfied with such a curt request, Lady Felicity was mistaken.
'Good!' I said, 'But not   really   good   e ... fucking   nuff!' I gave her a savage cut after each word then I laid into her with gusto.
I beat the sobbing woman to the ground. I ripped off what little material remained of her lace panties and made her discard her bra. Her stockings laddered as she scrabbled away on her knees to avoid the slashing bamboo rod. After about five minutes of this treatment I paused.  My dick was now fully erect in anticipation of the rape I was about to commit. I looked down on my nearly naked victim and smiled.
'Let's try that again, Shall we, Lady Felicity?' I asked.
She was almost hysterical with the pain but had enough nous to realize what she must do to postpone further punishment.
'Please, please,  M... Master ...'
'Let's settle for "Sebastian",' I said magnanimously. 'A woman of your exalted rank shouldn't have to call a teenager "Master".
'Please, Sebastian,' she corrected, 'Please, fuck me!'
I frowned. Lady Felicity started to gabble.
'I really want you to fuck me, Sebastian! Any way you want! Don't hit me any more ...' She shuffled forward on her knees and threw her arms around my thighs. Her upturned, tear-stained, face was just below my throbbing prick. I think it was the first time she registered what she was asking for. I am abnormally well endowed.
'Oh!' she said.
I dragged the kneeling woman to her feet and spun her around.
'Bend down. Touch your toes!' I commanded. 'Spread your legs wide!'
She must have thought that I was about to thrash her again because she began to howl in protest. She didn't stop the noise until I forced the head of my penis between her battered cunt lips and began to push hard into her trembling body.
'Aren't you going to thank me?' I growled. 'I'm doing what you begged me to!'
The Lady realized her mistake and she tried  to pretend to enjoy being raped. 'Thank you   thank you, Sebastian!' she screamed. But her pussy had taken a pounding and every thrust of my cock caused her more pain than she could easily bear. She passed out just before I reached my climax.
When the diminutive blue-blood recovered her senses her treatment continued, as instructed by Kim. I sat on the bunk and made Felicity crouch between my knees. My cock dribbled the tail end of the recent orgasm down the woman's flanks. She was not comfortable.
I reached between her legs and smeared her puffy cunt lips with some of the excess juices which were trickling from between them. I rubbed them vigorously with, first one, then two fingers. 
Lady Felicity squirmed under the probing. She gave a number of little yelps when I pressed too hard on the sore places and welts raised by the caning she had endured. 
'Does your husband do this?' I asked, suddenly poking three fingers into her sticky pussy.
'No!' she shouted and began to weep as the fingers probed deeper..
'Ah!' I said pretending to misunderstand her. 'So what does he do? Does he fuck you up the arse?'
'No!' she said and it was clear from the fear in her eyes that she knew where this conversation was heading.
'What, never?' 
'Never,' she whispered.
'So you're an anal "virgin", so to speak?' She nodded. 'Not for much longer,' I snarled. 'I'm going to ream your tight little ring until you'll wonder if you'll ever be able to squat again.'
Lady Felicity's eyes filled with tears. She could feel my dick starting to harden again and, naked and chained as she was, she could do nothing to avoid being buggered.
'Unless you tell us where to find your absent bed-mate?' I offered, knowing she would not. From the shelf I took down a catalogue which Kim had provided. 'Which one of these would your Ladyship prefer?' I said, doing a fair imitation of a butler.
'Wha   what are they?' she quavered.
'Ass Bustahs, Modom. The tip is a stiff, generally cylindrical, penetrator, lubricated to facilitate trouble-free insertion into the anus. The shafts are all different, bein' adorned with knobs and rings and the like. Or perhaps your Ladyship would like it raw?
My victim sobbed, 'Please   No ...Sebastian!'
I dropped the butler act and grabbed a condom  and rolled it on (The Ace Supreme with a Mickey Mouse Head penetrator, recommended for experienced users only) then, forcing Lady Felicity's head down and her tail up, I began to sodomize her.
Mickey and I found it difficult to part Lady Felicity's tightly clenched arse-hole. After a tense struggle Disney's darling was in, but his entry was only a beginning. What followed was a painful - for Felicity - battle to fill her back passage with my cock. She resisted for every inch of the way, possibly because my member was made even more daunting by being encased in a thick rubber sheath decorated with four strips of hard felt. These were shaped a bit like saw-blades. Although they looked formidable, they softened once moist.
Felicity had stopped crying but the effort of fighting the inexorable advance of my monster prick had caused her to sweat and tremble.
'Just relax. Let it happen. Hell, you might even like it this way!' I said to my little catamite.
I dragged her over to the cot and, without surrendering an inch, managed to sit down and pull the little Lady onto my lap. Gravity now was on my side and she began to slowly slide down my condom-clad erection.
At this point, and on cue, Kim entered the cell. Kim was naked. From the fact that her cunt lips were swollen and slightly parted I deduced she had been masturbating while she watched poor Felicity enjoying sex.
'I knew it was difficult to get into Burke's Peerage,' Kim joked, 'but not this hard!' Then she placed her hands on Lady Felicity's shoulders and pressed down gently.
Something fleshy gave way and I thrust upwards fiercely. Within seconds the little prisoner was impaled on my tightly gripped cock. She struggled to get free but only managed to drive the penetrator deeper into her guts. I started to piston and Felicity began to scream.
'So where is Joseph, your husband, now?' Kim asked in a conversational tone. 'Tell me and all this will stop.'
Felicity heard her and shook her head.
'You're being very brave,' said Kim. 'I'm sure that hurts!'
'Don't    know! Don't   Oh my God I'm ripping!...No!!'
'O.K. Sebastian,' said Kim, ' Get out of there. She's had enough!'
Obediently I withdrew. Felicity was pathetically grateful to Kim.
'Oh...thank you, thank you!' she whispered as Kim eased onto the cot and put her arm around the sobbing woman.
'There, there!' she comforted, 'don't thank me! Just kiss my cunt! And make it good or I'll get Sebastian to finish what he started!'
Felicity hesitated for an instant, unsure that she had heard correctly what Kim had said. 'I mean it, Sweetie!' said my sister-in-law, kneeling astride the chain fastened to the prisoner's collar. 'It's time for your oral examination!' 
As Kim gently guided Lady Felicity's head down between her thighs I disposed of the unused contraceptive which had caused her such distress. Returning from the stainless steel sink which served as wash basin and toilet for the cell I joined the two women on the cot. My cock was still uncomfortably swollen and watching Kim teach Felicity cunnilingus did nothing to lessen the pressure.
Felicity's pink lips were pressed against Kim's totally hairless quim and her tongue was darting in and out of my sister-in-law's vagina. Kim was assisting by toying with her clitoris and slowly rotating her hips. Their movements gathered momentum as Kim took a fistful of the captive's hair and forced her head back  and began to fuck Felicity's face. I was tempted to mount Kim's naked, heaving, body but remembered that the cell was being monitored and it's not a good idea to rape the boss on camera.
When Kim had finished she had a surprise for me.
'I know you're nervous about getting bitten,' she said, 'and her ladyship does have a very small mouth for such a big boy, so I brought this!' 
It was a ring-gag! It looked a bit small for my dick but we nearly dislocated Felicity's jaw fitting it into her mouth behind her sharp little teeth.
'Nargh! Nargh! Nargh!' she said as I got ready to squeeze my prick into the ring of stainless steel which held her mouth wide.
'You're not enunciating clearly,' I teased, as a drop of seminal fluid oozed from the tip of my erection and landed on her lower lip.
'Nyu ahst'd!' she gargled, 'Nyu eel ahst'd!'
That was the last thing she said for a while. Kim asked me not to go too deep. 'Linda Lovelace went into training for Deep Throat,' she said, talking about some old movie classic. So I didn't push it, but let Felicity's lips and tongue massage the tip of my tool until I came, copiously, in her mouth and sinuses. She swallowed most but did a nose-trick before she  choked and passed out again.
On Kim's commands, I carried the unconscious woman to the largest room in the cell block which Kim called 'the dungeon'. It was nothing like the popular image of a torture chamber but reminded me strongly of a visit to the dentist. The floor and one of the walls was tiled in white and pale blue ceramics. Cupboards covered the other three. I put Felicity on an operating table of sorts. It had a large drain in the center and was equipped with restraints. Kim secured our victim, tightened her bonds using the table's electric winch and told me to hose her down.
I used cold water on, in and up Lady Felicity, which not only washed her clean of blood, cum and other bodily secretions, but also revived her. 
'Nger anh ih?' she said. 
Kim took a roll of commercial adhesive tape from one of the cupboards and, from another, a towel which she gave to me.
'Dry her bush, Sebastian, then watch!' she said. 
As I roughly toweled Felicity's pudenda Kim cut several strips off the roll. When I stepped back she pressed the sticky surface of one strip over our helpless victim's cunt and made sure it was well in place. Then, with a quick hard jerk, Kim ripped off the tape, effectively deforesting a patch of Felicity's muff.
Felicity screamed. 
Her screams didn't stop until her ordeal in the 'Dungeon' had finished. 
'You carry on Sebastian,' said Kim 'I will get the other stuff we need.' Quite a lot of tape was used before Kim was satisfied and ready to continue. I didn't know what Kim intended and was surprised when she produced a kidney dish containing a small padlock and what looked like a tool used in lacing footballs.
'I hope you're not squeamish,' said Kim, gathering the outside of Felicity's now bald twat between the forefinger and thumb of her right hand and squeezing the puffy cunt lips together. 'It's a bit like preparing a turkey for the oven!' she said as she drove the skewer through the pinched flesh.
Felicity bucked and squirmed as the steel penetrated her labia but the restraints never yielded an inch. There was some blood, which I washed down the drain in the table. 
Kim quickly extracted the metal spike and pushed the hasp of the small padlock through the open wound. The lock was clicked in place. 
'It's gold-plated, Honey,' she said, 'Helps to keep it clean. You'll heal faster, too!'
Kim finished the operation by pouring a generous quantity of antiseptic over the sobbing Felicity's plucked, skewered and secured pussy.
It was several days before I saw Lady Felicity again. She was recovering quickly from her 'operation' and Kim was anxious to talk to her. 'It's time,' she said, 'to let our little aristocrat know why we've padlocked her pussy!'
'As soon as you are mended we are going to let you go!' Kim informed the prisoner. 'You will, no doubt contact your husband, who after your absence will wish to assert his marital rights.'
'He'll want to fuck you, too!' I chipped in, but nobody laughed.
'He can purchase the key to your cunt-lock by settling the debt he owes my client,' continued Kim, scowling at me, 'Otherwise you stay locked up!'
Felicity said, very quietly, 'That's crazy! Any competent locksmith   even bolt-cutters ...'
Kim shook her head. 'That's no ordinary lock. It contains a small amount of explosive. Any attempt to open it without using the specially coded key will cause it to detonate. Anything within a couple of feet of the blast will be badly damaged. You might live, Honey, but you'd never love again!' 
Lady Felicity received the news, that the lock we had stapled to her cunt was also  a small bomb, with remarkable calmness.
'What if I can't find my husband?' she asked. 'What if he can't return the money you say he has taken?'
'Then you will have to redeem the debt yourself!' replied Kim.
'As I have no money, and no real assets, that would be very difficult, if not impossible,' said Felicity.
'I think that an attractive little aristo like yourself would be able to find a rich protector,' said Kim, sweetly.
'You'd make a sweet little whore for some socially ambitious man, or woman, with new money. I think you  must spend your remaining few days with us perfecting your oral and anal technique. Sebastian here will be happy to help!'
And so I was! Kim even gave me the key to Felicity's box. This allowed me, on her last night in the cell block, to unlock the little bomb between her legs, and - after she had lubricated my prick with a gentle tonguing - lay the little lady on her back and give her a farewell vaginal  fuck. She wept softly and did not reach a climax.  I locked the door before leaving.
Kim had not been strictly truthful concerning the small padlock which adorned Lady Felicity's pudenda. It was, as she had stated, an explosive device which could only be switched off and removed using a unique key in Kim's possession. What Kim had not revealed was that the lock also contained a miniature radio transmitter, a locating device capable of being accurately tracked from within a radius of half a mile.
Our 'clients' wanted her ladyship's husband. They needed to ask him what he had done with their money. It was Kim's idea to attach a homing device to Felicity. All our clients had to do was follow the wife from a distance and sooner or later they would get their man.
That was the idea.  It nearly worked. 
The star crossed pair met in a remote country motel. Felicity showed her husband what we had done to her and asked for help. He offered her a box of Ass Bustahs and a set of bolt-cutters. She quietly accepted the heavy metal tool, hefted it once or twice, and beat his head in. 
The followers had managed to lose their way and it was several hours before they, once again, detected  the homing device. They burst into the motel bedroom to find their quarry dead and Lady Felicity covered in blood and brains, sitting quietly on the bed, finishing the mini-bar. They brought her back to Kim for disposal. 
The papers on the body implicated one Hildebrand-Smythe in the scam. As Jerome Hildebrand-Smythe, a banker, was known to be a friend of the deceased the clients were not totally pissed off and Kim was again retained to recover the money.
In order to cover expenses - and to get rid of a slightly mad member of the British peerage - our one-time prisoner was sold at auction.
I saw the event on the cell block monitors. Our homicidal widow with the bomb in her cunt looked stunning in her weeds. Lady Felicity strutted and postured like a top model, throwing out her breasts and flaunting the little gold lock which dangled between her thighs.
She was eventually knocked down to a Japanese gentleman who was missing a little finger on his right hand. Kim said he intended to instal Lady Felicity in a penthouse in Tokyo and lend out the key as a special reward to deserving  members of his gang.

End of RP7