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Shreds of white linen, concealing nothing, hung from smooth tan shoulders bunched by arms pulled taut, Manila rope cutting deep into wrists held by an industrial crane hook. Certified for forty tons when the building was a warehouse, it had no difficulty stretching a 126 pound woman’s body to tip-toes, or lifting it all the way to the distant roof. Hands bright red with trapped blood. Unpainted toes that just touched stained concrete bloodless white. Torn blue bra and panties, flat leather sandals tossed aside. The woman’s beautiful face was distorted, cheeks bulging with the large scrap of what had been a dress shoved in her mouth as a gag. Green eyes cycling through anger, shock, terror, disbelief.
Shafts of light fell from broken panes of glass in the roof and high in the walls.
Five men surrounded the essentially naked woman’s body. One of them moved close. His fingers traced the line left by her bikini top: honey tan skin above; pale white below.
“You are too modest,” he said. “Such beauty should not be concealed, but shared. A gift to be enjoyed by many.” Turning to the men, “Don’t you agree?”
A chuckling chorus of “Of course.” “Si.” “Absolutely.”
His hand moved lower, cupping a breast, which though flattened by her upraised arms, still curved, and squeezed. A muffled squawk from the woman’s stuffed mouth. “And it will be,” he said.
The long fingered hand moved lower, passed the woman’s navel, grasped brown public hair. “This must go. I let some of the bitches keep their bushes, but not, I think, you.” Toes scrambled to keep contact with concrete as he pulled. Naked body bowed. Hips went forward. Eyes avidly watched skin stretched by hair roots. “Mummph. Mummph!” Tiny spots of blood appeared. Fingers opened. Brown public hairs drifted to the floor.
“When you learn to behave yourself, we’ll let you shave instead of pulling it out.”
His tone became business-like. “It is understandable that you are in shock. Your life has just taken an unexpected and cataclysmic change. It will take time to adapt, but essentially this is an I.Q. test. I will explain it to you.
“Your name is Mary Healy. Or was. From now on you are ‘Maria Puta.’ Jeff, your husband, has given you to me. Now. Now,” he warned. “I can see in your outraged eyes that he can’t do that. But,” and he gestured toward where she hung helpless, “consider and you will see that he has. He said to tell you that you have not tried to please him for a long time, so now you will please others.” He held up his hand, palm toward her, to stifle noises of indignation and when they persisted, said, “Manny.”
A big hand slapped the woman’s left check hard enough to spin her head to the right, then backhanded her right cheek on the backswing. Muffled sounds changed to choking.
“That is what I mean by an I.Q. test. You will suffer here. You will be hurt. Your sole purpose in life now, your only function is to bring pleasure to men, and a few women, too, and some will find that pleasure in hurting you. But how much you suffer will in part be up to you. How quickly you learn to accept your new situation--and to spell it out in case your Spanish is limited: t will improve--you are now a whore, or will be in a few hours when we continue this in another part of the building where customers will pay to watch and participate. You are tonight’s floor shore. And will be often. Breaking a new girl is always a crowd-pleaser. And, though I don’t want to make you vain, it has been a long time since we have had one as beautiful as you.
“So here is what is going to happen. We are going to beat you for a while with these.” One of the men held up a length of rubber hose. “We don’t want to scar you. Yet. And then we are going to rape you. And then we are going to beat you again for a while. And then we are going to rape you. You get the picture.
“From time to time we are going to stop and ask you your name. If you answer, “Maria Puta,” we will give you a chance to assume the position, which I’m sure you can figure out, and ask us politely to fuck you in the ass. Jeff told us you hate that. We won’t fuck your ass until you beg us to. I’m sure you are thinking that will never happen. But, of course, it will. You are going to do many, many things that you cannot even imagine. If you answer “Mary” or don’t answer at all, the beatings and rapes will continue.
“But first I am going to demonstrate the futility of resistance, that we could have you begging us to shove a cactus up your ass in five minutes if I wanted to. But I don’t. We have lots of time and can stretch this out for days or weeks. Your choice. In addition to the entertainment we will find from breaking you, I also am seeking true behavior modification. I want you to become a good whore. When you do, you might even enjoy it. Occasionally. With all the cocks that are going to be in you, some will make you come.
“And one other thing. When we use your mouth today and tonight, until we pierce your tongue for a stud so you have a constant reminder of your new status and have to let you heal, we will use this. It is a dentist’s mouth retainer. After your tongue heals, we won’t use it. If you ever bite anyone, we will knock out all the teeth we can reach with a hammer and pull the rest with a pair of pliers and pry out whatever broken stumps are left with a screwdriver. Do you understand?”
Defiant eyes did not see the hand that clenched into a fist and slammed into her belly, knocking her back, her toes lifting off
concrete, unable to breath. “UMMMPH!”
“I said, Do you understand?”
Eyes no longer defiant. Tear filled. Head bobbed desperately.
“Good.
“My name, by the way, is Neptuno. You already know Manny. The others are Ibar, Jesus, and Little Joe.” He moved close to the woman again, glanced down at her unpainted toe nails. Stepped on them with a highly polished black shoe. “You really have a lot to learn. This won’t do. Bright red so men can enjoy seeing them wave in the air around their ears. Or yours. And your fingernails wrapped around their cocks. And lipstick for the same reason.” He stepped back. “Manny. Jesus.”
The two men bent and each grabbed a trim ankle. Raised and pulled them apart into a split, while a third man rolled a cart from near the wall. The woman tried to struggle, but had no leverage and, realizing that her efforts were futile, hung limply suspended by her wrists and their hold on her ankles.
The woman had never seen a butt plug, but the shape was obvious. This one was cold metal and had an electric wire running from it. The third man tried to force it up her ass, pulled back, spit and shoved hard past resisting muscle, accompanied by a grunt of pain from the woman. When a second plug had more easily gone into her cunt, her ankles were released and her toes again found concrete. But only for a moment. A button was pressed and the ceiling crane lifted her six inches into the air.
“I am going to give you two jolts, with time to recover between them. I’m told the pain is unendurable; but you have no choice and must endure it. You may lose consciousness. You may piss and shit yourself. I hope not, but we will hose you off if you do. The lesson is that everyone can be broken and there is no point resisting. If you try my patience too long, know that this is in store.”
A finger pressed a button. A naked body spasmed, legs flailed and bent unnaturally. Flesh seemed to be trying to turn inside out. “ARRGHH--” ended in abrupt silence, broken only by the harsh breathing of five aroused men.
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