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Greg was inside her in
seconds, humping the screaming woman, ramming his belly hard against her
behind, forcing her belly to rock so hard up against the saddle that Claire's
screams tore the air apart. This wasn't just rape, it was total ravishment,
complete sexual possession, and Anne drooled. "She's got a mouth as
well," she suggested to the Adam who was simply staring at the screaming
woman, "why not spunk down her throat. You'd like to wouldn't you?"
No more was said, and soon Claire felt Adam's prick sink into the back of her
throat. He started to rock in and out; Claire didn't suck, but she knew better
than to resist. Adam used the tightness of her throat to rub against
his glans, it was even
more exhilarating than being sucked, in truth he enjoyed the passivity which
merely shadowed her revulsion. Anne rubbed herself as she watched Claire's body
rock and shudder as she was attacked and abused from both ends at once. The
prick in her mouth didn't silence her, she wasn't even sucking it. It was
raping her mouth, her throat, all of her, and her huge breasts wobbled madly
despite her helplessness. The sadistic scene went on
and on, with Claire's vagina now spasming
involuntarily around Greg's prick as her uterine contractions increased in both
speed and depth, the new sensations arousing a new lust within him, a kind of madness.
Finally Greg bellowed and shook, and then rammed his prick into her as hard as
he could, as deeply as it could go, and came in long hard spurts that were
encouraged in their
force by Claire's vaginal contractions. Yelps of
agonizing pain came from Claire as his hot semen splattered into her vaginal
depths, and then, amidst her screams of agony she coughed and spluttered as the
second man exploded his seed into her mouth. As she felt the spewing semen assault
her throat she retched and tried not to swallow but there was just too much
sperm food to avoid and she was forced to swallow again and again to stop
herself from choking. Even then some of the thick white goo
dribbled from the corners of her mouth in glistening streams.
Claire suffered in
that position for the next hour as the men took turns to come in her from both
ends. She passed out eventually and Anne stepped in to stop the two men who
were still humping away at the unconscious woman. She held Greg's upper arm and
gave i6t a quick jerk, pulling back to consciousness. "Stop now ... and
you'll enjoy her even more very soon .... I promise you." She looked him
straight in the eyes, her own eyes on fire. "I have something very special
planned for our sweet pregnant housewife."
The ratchet clacked
once more, drawing the ropes over the top drum of the rack. "Aiiieeeeee." Claire screamed as her body was stretched.
Again Anne turned the wheel and the ratchet clacked into place. Claire screamed
again, but she was now so tightly stretched that she could hardly fill her
lungs with air. "One more I think." Anne said as she gave the wheel a
final turn. She beckoned the two men to join her as she leant in close to
Claire. "Listen to the poor bitch." Anne said. Claire's breathing
was indeed very shallow, coming now in short and
shallow gasps as the pain of being stretched so tightly ripped through her
pregnant body. "Pl . . . eese . . . no . . .
more," she begged.
"Touch her
belly." Anne said and first Adam and then Greg pressed their palms down
against Claire's swollen abdomen. "God, it's as tight as a drum,"
Adam said with surprise, "it's rock hard. She
must be in agony." "Believe me ... she is." Anne smiled.
"Now ... squeeze her tits."
Again both men eagerly
obeyed. "Gees, they're like rubber bags." Squeeze harder." Anne
said and the men did so. "Oh God look, there's milk coming out." He
squeezed Claire's left breast harder and harder until streams of yellowish
liquid spilled from her nipple. The other man crunched her right breast until
it too spilled its pre-milk onto Claire's breast. Only choked screams came from
poor Claire as the men crushed her breasts as hard as they could. "And now
gentlemen, let's give the bitch some real pain." Anne held two wires, each
of which had a two inch needle at the end of it. She handed one to each of the
men. "Into her nipples," she said calmly. The two men looked at her,
surprised. "We're going to torture her tits now, and I want you to push those
needles into the bitches nipples, straight in, as far
as they'll go, right into her tit meat." Anne watched Adam who was nearest
to her pinch Claire's nipple, pull it up and position the needle point right in
the middle of it. He looked up at Anne who nodded her encouragement
and then he slowly sank the needle down through
Claire's nipple deep into her breast. Claire screamed from the back of her
throat. "Geez ... it's like pushing it through
raw meat!" Anne smiled. "Her tit is raw meat. But tell me Adam, did
you enjoy doing it?" He just looked at Anne, and didn't really need to
answer. Then, when the two needles were in place Anne Handed Greg
a magneto. "You want to go first?" Greg appeared puzzled and
looked at the hand magneto.
"Just turn the
handle, that's all you've got to do, turn it and watch how the bitch
reacts."
Greg gave the handle
just one quick turn. The effect on Claire was instantaneous. She screamed like
they'd never heard her scream before, her breasts wobbling provocatively for a
few seconds before settling back into their normal shape once again. With an
intent look spreading across his face Greg turned it again, this time for
longer and Claire's screaming went on continuously as agonizing pain tore
through her breasts. He turned faster and faster. Now
Claire's breasts continued to wobble madly and her once small and pinkish
nipples now stood hugely erect and engorged. Slowly the flesh of each breast
became covered in whitish striations as the electricity made the fibrous breast
tissues tighten. Then, as Greg continued to turn the magneto a red ring started
to form on the surface of Claire's breasts about an inch below Claire's
nipples. "Harder, go on, faster." Anne chirped aloud and Greg turned
the magneto as fast as he could. The red line on Claire's breasts widened as
the electricity poured in through her nipples which also grew even larger, the areolae around each nipple now swollen into a thousand
engorged blisters. Her breasts trembled like fluid sacks, wobbling so
provocatively
that the two men were incensed with lust.
"Just look at the bitch," screamed Adam, "she's in fucking agony
. . ." Then, very suddenly, Claire stopped her screaming and thrashing and
lay still. David stopped winding the magneto and with a worried look let the
magneto drop to his side. "Oh geez.. I've ..." "Don't worry," Anne interrupted
him, "you haven't killed her, the bitch has just
fainted. Actually I'm surprised she took it for as long as she did." With
a wry sadistic smile she said, "I saw many a woman in
taking them when I left, and that was six months
later." The picture appealed to Greg who looked down at Claire's
stretched, sweat covered body and said, "hell
Anne, I wish we could torture and fuck this pregnant bitch for six
months." Anne almost grinned. "Just wait Greg, and maybe you'll get
your chance to do just that." She turned to Adam who was still rubbing his
swollen crotch. "Your turn with the magneto Adam, are you ready."
With a surprised look Adam glanced down at the still unconscious woman, but
already Anne had broke a phial of an acrid smelling liquid which she now wafted
it under Claire's nose. "Start turning it slowly now, I want the bitch to
wake up with her tits on fire." Adam turned the handle slowly and watched entranced
as Anne held Claire's head and continued to waft the acrid potion. Claire moved
her head slightly and even before she'd regained consciousness he saw her jerk
and her tits wobble
as she became aware of the juice flowing once
again into her tortured breasts. He turned it faster and Claire's eyes shot
wide amidst a scream of torment which ripped from her throat.
"Now torture the
bitch again," Anne snorted as she still held Claire's head and the phial
beneath her nose. "She won't pass out this time,
I won't let her." For more than an hour Alan and David took turns to send
the ravaging electricity into Claire's breasts and the helpless woman wasn't
allowed to faint for Anne kept pushing the phial under her nose whenever she started
to slip away into darkness. "I've never seen tits move so much ... hey ...
look ..."
Even as he spoke he
kept on winding the magneto handle. "Milk! The
milk's actually spurting out of her tits." "And look at her fucking nipples," said Greg, "they're like fucking bloated
grapes! Jeez man, they must be an inch long!" Both men stared at their
victim and drank in every minute sight and sound of her suffering.
"God.... she must be feeling some pain in those tits, look at the shape of
them!" "Some pain?" Anne said, "just
look at her shuddering. She's not in pain, she's in agony! Her tits will feel
like they're being torn apart from inside by a million red hot razor blades.
Just look at the shape of them!" The electricity had drawn the millions of
collagen strands in her breasts into tight strings which now stood out on the surface
and distorted her full rounded breasts into two grotesque cone shaped mounds
which were drenched in her own milk. Anne laid a hand on Claire's swollen belly
and smiled. "The tit torture has sent her into heavy labor,
the bitch is more than ready to give birth." She held up some long black
leather straps and looked at the two men, her eyes flashing sadistically.
"How
would you like to tie her legs together so she can't
give birth?" The men listened intently to Anne's idea. "Her belly's
contracting like hell now and it'll just get worse for her. Believe me that's almost as agonizing for her as the electricity in her
tits." She paused just long enough to capture the attention of the two
men. "We could keep her like that for hours, screaming to give birth,
begging us. Would you like that?" Adam stopped turning the magneto and immediately
Claire's body stopped jerking. She was lying in a pool of her own sweat.
"Wouldn't it kill her? I don't want her dead, I'm
enjoying her too much." Anne shook her head. "Oh no Adam, there's no
chance of that. Our little housewife has so much more entertainment to offer us
yet." She flashed her eyes at Claire. "But she'll wish she was dead
though ... she'll wait for the pain to stop, beg for it to stop ...then she'll
pray for it to stop, but it won't. Not for hours, maybe days, maybe even weeks.
She'll scream that she can't stand it, but she will stand it because the poor
bitch she has no choice in the matter ... it'll just go on and on and on."
As she drove the words into Claire's mind she moved closer and looked into
Claire's tear filled eyes. "Well gentlemen, shall we tie the birthing
bitch's legs together?"
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