CHAPTER 25
TINY LITTLE ANTS
Trent
let himself settle down a bit before acting on his plans. He knew acting in a
rage would not be would not be good for his merchandise in the basement nor would
it gain him a potential added bonus sale. On the other hand he needed to make a
point with a punishment for the couple. Before finally retiring for the night
he made the decision he would use a few of his newly acquired Amazon friends. A
punishment of this sort needs partners who would be merciless, sadistic and extremely
painful. And besides he never tried them out before and he was extremely
interested in monitoring their work.
But first things first. Trent needed to know
everything about this Pamela girl and Bob would be his informant.
“You didn’t eat all you breakfast.” Trent said as he entered the room where Bob
was caged. “Are you on a diet?”
“Fuck you.” Bob replied.
Trent
shook his head in pretend discuss. “You just earned your pretty fucken wife 10
more lashes for that comment Bob. Do you enjoy watching her twist and scream
while being whipped on the TV?”
“No. No please I’m sorry. I just don’t know what more do you
want from us. You took everything, the house, the stocks and all the money from
the bank, what more could you want.”
“Not much more Bob but that will depend on you and slut’s
cooperation.” He informed the dispirited captive. I told you at the beginning,
your complete cooperation and obedience will make all this go easier but it’s
up to you.” Trent
waited for effect. “You know, I don’t know how much more beating your wife’s
tits and ass can take but I will tell you her cunt never seems to get enough.
You must have been one hell of a stud, Bob. She’s inaccessible. But enough
about her nympho needs. I’m going to ask you a few questions and I want you to
think about the consequences of lying to me. I already talked with your slut
wife and know what she told me so if your answers don’t match, I know one or
the other are lying and as you know that will result in a very painful
afternoon for your dear slut wife.” Trent
lied about already asking Sue any questions.
Bob noticed this Ken guy, as he knew him, hadn’t referred to
Susan by name now in 2 days but rather referred to her and possibly thought of
her as simply his slut wife. Then again Bob had seen him fucking her repeatedly
over the past days and she obviously sexually responded.
“What do you want to know?” Bob asked with a sigh fully
ready to cooperate once again.
“Pamela. Cute. Young.
Who and what is she to you guys?”
Trent
noticed Bob’s expression go from frustrated exhaustion to fear. He was pretty
sure he would not be getting an honest answer from him.
“She’s, she’s our niece.” He mumbled.
Trent
sighed once again. ”I fucken know all that. Slut told me about her but I want
to know every detail.”
“Like what?”
Trent
wasn’t careful enough with his reply. “Why are there so many pictures of you
guys and her and why did your slut want to contact her about your
disappearance?”
From his question Bob hoped Sue had not given up the fact
that Pam was returning home soon but if he was wrong, it would mean more
punishment for his wife. All kinds of answers ran though Bob’s head. Even
though Sue and Pam didn’t get along, he was pretty sure Sue would try to
protect her from this evil man. “She, she visits us from time to time. We have
done a lot of things together since we never had our own kids so maybe Sue just
didn’t want her to worry?”
Trent
knew from body language classes when he worked for the police that Bob’s eye
movements as well as his broken speech patterns indicated he was lying but he didn’t know what part.
“So you’re saying she doesn’t live with you?”
Even though Trent
had no clue to what Pam’s relationship was to the couple, his question sounded
to Bob like Sue may have told him otherwise.
“Well, she stays with us often.” Bob was obviously
struggling as to what to say. “Maybe Sue was thinking she’d call or something.”
By this point Trent was pretty sure he was hiding something
important. He decided to call Bob’s bluff. “Bob I told you your slut will pay
the price of your lies. This is not what she told me about the girl.”
“Ok, ok. We brought her up after her parents died but.”
This was a surprising revelation to Trent. “How old is
she and you better be exact as to slut’s answer.”
“18” Bob replied.
“Where is she?
Was this a trick question? Bob thought. How would Sue
answer. Surely it would be safe to just say she was in Europe.
That had to be Sue’s answer. “Europe. With friends.” Bob answered in an uncertain tone.
Even though Trent
was guessing, he asked the next question with the same intimidation as the
prior one. “When is she expected home?” Trent
knew it had to be sometime soon or the slut wouldn’t have risked leaving a note
for her in the house.
Once again Trent
noted Bob expression of fear. Fear what might happen if he spoke the truth.
“Ahh.. not
till after the New Year.” Bob replied after some consideration how to reply.
Then he added in hope to counter whatever answer he thought Sue might have
made, “That’s all kind of up in the air. It depends on her friends she’s with.”
Trent
was sure something was being hidden to protect the teen. Since Bob had no idea
what Sue could have told him, if he really had quizzed her, he needed assurance
about the facts. He knew how to get to the truth.
“Bob put these on.” he said handing him a set of handcuffs
through the bars of his cell. “Behind your back after you put you arms through
and between one of the bars.” Once this was completed Bob was helpless and
attached to the cell’s bars. Trent
opened the cell door. He placed a small glass jar on the Bob’s cot.
“Bob I warned you about lying.” he began. “Do you know how
useless it is to try and hide things from me? Sue gave everything up to avoid
what she will get because of your lies.”
Even though it wasn’t true, Bob was sure he’d been caught in
his lies but he couldn’t let this guy know Pam would be returning home in less
than a week. “I’m not. Sue must have told you wrong. Maybe
under duress.” Bob pleaded.
“Bob I want you to meet a few partners of mine. I’m going to
give you a small sampling of what you just earned you wife and before you speak
another lie. You will be able to watch her punishment once again and then I
will come back and we will start over.”
Trent
picked up the jar. It contained four little ants. He put on a pair of rubber
gloves and pulled a pair of tweezers from his pocket. Soon he had one of the
ants held in the tweeser. “These Bob are sometimes called bullet ants.” He said
as he positioned the ant so it just touched Bob’s upper naked thigh. Nearly
instantly Bob felt a sharp sting. Trent
put the ant back with the others and closed the jar but just in that short time
the stinging increased three fold. “In some places some of the same family of ants are called 24 hour ants. You know why Bob?”
Bob’s leg was in severe pain from the bite. He began sweating. “Do you know why
Bob? Trent
asked again? Bob shook his head. Because they say that is how long as you have
left to live after a sting from one of them.” Bob’s breathing became deeper to
a near panting. It seemed impossible that such a tiny insect could deliver such
a sting and with such increasing pain in such a short time. “Now don’t you fret
none, Bob. These are from Central America.
They say they shouldn’t be as deadly however the pain levels will increase for
the first hour and last perhaps as long as 24 hours. Now I have no real way of
knowing for sure but I guess you will let me know.”
Bob looked down at his thigh. There was a 3 inch red swollen
blotch. He had never felt anything so painful in his life and that included
being electrically shocked just the other day.
Trent
pushed the closed circuit TV over so it was within Bob’s view before picking up
the jar of ants. “Listen to me carefully.” He was right in Bob anguish ridden
face. “The boys and I here are going to pay a visit to slut. I’ll make sure she
knows they are a present from you. After experiencing a day of pain and seeing
what happens to her, I will ask you about your niece again and I want the truth
or we will repeat everything again.”
Bob already knew he could not stand the pain he was experiencing
and he also knew this man would be more sadistic to Sue than he had been with
himself. “Ok, please don’t do it. I’ll tell you everything you want to know
right now.” Bob screamed.
“Too late Bob. You got to
experience the fact that there are consequences for your actions otherwise you
will never learn.” Bob began saying that Pam was returning home in a few more
days and that she was like their daughter. Trent knew he could get everything out of Bob
at this point but didn’t care. He really wanted to try out the bullet ants on
the slut. Trent’s
cock was so hard from the thought of her suffering that he couldn’t wait.
“Tomorrow Bob.” He said leaving the room and reminded him what would happens if he told a lie.” Trent could hear Bob’s frantic cries and
pleas. Damn these suckers must hurt like hell, he thought looking into the jar.
He made a mental note to be extra careful handling them.
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As excited as Trent
was about experimenting with his new powerfully brutal little friends on Sue’s
body, he knew going too far with them could damage his merchandise. He promised
himself to take things slowly.
“Get up slut. It’s time for your punishment for lying to
me.” Trent wanted
Susan to think her up coming torture would be her fault while assuring her
husband it was all his fault. By keeping the couple
apart Trent
knew he could manipulate each of them much more effectively since they couldn’t
communicate with each other. Watching the other suffer without a way to
reassure each other was a devastating tactic. This along with the fact, Sue’s
husband now had a first hand experience of the pain intensity level the bullet
ants could deliver. And yet he could only imagine being stung in more sensitive
places than a thigh.
Sue obeyed fearing anything less would cause her worst pain.
Unfortunately for her, there was no way of her knowing that there was very
little more pain that this man could impart than what she was about to experience
now and last for over a day.
The first thing was to tightly tie each of her tits with wet
leather cords. He pulled on them so tightly that she screamed as her trapped mounds
were about to explode from the leather cords. “Wet leather shrinks when it dries.”
He, matter-of-factly, informed her. “If you think these beauties feel tight
now,” he said, slapping the solid budging tit with one hand causing them to
knock together and making her cry out, “wait a few hours when they tighten up
more than I could make them. The slightest jiggle from her squirming will feel
like they are on fire.” Sue was surprised when he cuffed her wrists with wide
leather cuffs instead of his usual tight ropes. Trent knew she’d soon be frantically
struggling with her restraints and she’d need the extra protection from hurting
herself. A large wider pair were used to spread her
legs apart. Neither her arms nor legs were pulled drastically apart like other
times. Instead she noted she had unusual play in her restraints while still forced
to remain spread open.
Once again Trent
had planned this out. He wanted her to have the capability of movement even to
the point of some limited twisting. However with her tits so painfully tied, it
would have to be her own mental battle to remain still.
Trent
had a couple more trimmings but before adding them he wanted her husband to be
clearly aware of her situation.
“You might as well entertain your husband,” he said lining
up the tripod camera, “after all slut, you aren’t the only one I’ve noticed who
gets off on your suffering.”
Sue saw the green power light go on. She looked directly at
it. “I love you.” She was able to get out before Trent clicked it off.
“Who the fuck told you, you could speak?” he shouted. “You
just earned your husband the same fate as you will experience.” He lied. There
was no point in really torturing the both of them as long as she thought it
would happen. On the other hand, this slight rebelliousness was the deciding
factor whether for giving her the full treatment with his little associates.
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