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Everybody Love's Raymond's Wife
(Chapter's 1-5)
Warning:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read it.
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Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone,
either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
'Everybody Loves Raymond' is syndicated and (C) to King World Studios
West Inc. Usage of the characters here is in no way reflective of the
real show or the actors in it, and in now way intended to undermine
their values.
Please! Send me your comments!
Notmystory@kc.rr.com
(Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have narrowed
down that in the Second season the Debra character is supposed to be
somewhere between 33-35 years of age so I am basing this story in that
time frame FYI.)
Chapter 11

Mr. Fass had called over a female employee and given her some
instructions. She had constantly asked Mr. Fass this or that as the
two men enjoyed their drinks but now she was returning every few
minutes to speak to him.
Gianni had some time to wait for his slave; Debra had just began her
time on the table and had over forty minutes left in the swing.
Telling him the wait Mr. Fass offered to get him ready.
"So tell me, this is your first visit to a dungeon isn't it my
friend?" he asked holding his glass of liquor.
"Yea it sure is. Thanks, thanks so much for giving me this job and
allowing me to well you know." He said.
"What enjoy the pleasures of my slaves?" He said eliciting a nod from
Gianni. "Well my friend, think nothing of it. I am a man who
appreciates art be it wood, canvas, sculpture or a woman's body. I
believe art should be enjoyed experienced, not just looked at but
enjoyed. Art is something that you draw pleasure from. How does one
draw pleasure from a female body? The answer my friend is in anyway
that you find pleasure, physically, psychologically, emotionally and
most importantly sexually." Mr. Fass said sipping his drink as he
watched table sixes activities. The young Mrs. Barone had gathered
quite a crowd. New slaves where usually sampled by most masters when
the worked the tables and once word went out that Mr. Fass was going
to pull a slave everyone wanted a piece today, was no different.
The dungeon was like anywhere else in the world, take the most average
looking woman put her on the floor no one seems interested. But when
word goes out that there is something special about her or that Mr.
Fass has some special plans for her and suddenly she becomes the most
wanted girl in the dungeon.
Debra Barone was now the most popular girl on the floor. The line of
Masters waiting for her had grown to over ten men waiting for both her
mouth and ass. Her name had leaked out somehow since when Mr. Fass had
ordered her to be prepped and sent to his private room once she
finished her time on the table.
Not surprisingly to him word of her almost celebrity husband had
circulated around the room. Adding to her mystic was the fact she had
been brought in by a master other than her husband. It was not unusual
for a husband to submit his wife/slave to be used at the club, but no
one had ever heard of a married woman brought in by someone else
before.
Now Mrs. Barone had been pre-booked for her next five cycles. Mr. Fass
loved it when things like that got out, as he could make ten times
more money off an in demand slave that others were willing to pay
extra to pre-book.
A master was free to pull any slave out of a cabinet for his pleasure
and to do so was covered under the membership fee. However this was
done on a first come first serve basis. To ensure you got time with
the slave you wanted you could pre-book a slave for a substantial fee.
To add to her popularity everyone knew she was only there for a few
days adding to the demand for time with the abused young mother.
Debra's scheduled break cycles had been ordered canceled by Mr. Fass
as demand for her continued to grow. Any doubt's about his investment
in this slave now gone from his mind, he looked to capitalize on her
sudden popularity,
Unfortunately for Debra when a man paid that much to spend time with a
women they where usually determined to get there moneys worth for it.
Poor Debra Barone would soon find out what darkness lived in the
hearts of men.
"Would you like some advise Gianni?" he asked.
"Yes of course." Gianni responded.
"Good, Gianni there is no greater feeling than that of total dominance
over a beautiful woman. People may say you're a pig, an animal, a
sadist. I say let them speak. They have never experienced an orgasm as
you subject a slave to you darkest whims." He said with a huge smile
on his face, as he lit a fine cigar.
Mr. Fass lead Gianni to his private dungeon, once there he fired up
the monitor and with a phone call and few hushed words Debra's
tortured face appeared on the screen. The angle then changed and
zoomed out showing the men gathered there to use her and the two who
currently were.
The camera focused in as someone positioned a small padded bench under
where Debra swung from. The Master using her cunt then pulled free of
her, the camera zoomed in to show the thick streams of semen now
running from her cunt.
Next the camera zoomed out showing a man sporting a large erection
sliding along the off centered bench. Next the man on the bench began
to work his rigid cock into Debra's ass. He used the free flowing cum
to help lubricate his insertion into her anus. The camera had zoomed
in capturing every inch of his cock splitting her ass open. It zoomed
out to show she was still being forced to suck on cock while taking
the massive cock in her ass.
The Master now in her ass had begun a pace of sawing into her. As he
established his tempo another man stepped up and carefully worked his
cock into her cunt, making sure not to dislodge the penis now in her
ass. As the men worked together to establish a tempo the man below her
reached out and grabbing her breast used them to swing her back and
forth on their cocks.
Gianni's eyes had been fixed on the screen the entire time. He was in
a trance like state as he watched this woman he thought he knew now
filled with three cocks and a line more waiting their turn. Debra's
face showed her pain and humiliation, Gianni began to wonder what it
that had brought her to this point was.
Debra had been one of the most secure confident women he had ever met.
As he thought back over everything he knew of her he couldn't imagine
her in a place like this. She had been a little wilder in her younger
days; at least Ray said she had. But she had been one of the most
stable well balanced people he knew. To see her as she was now was
shocking to Gianni. Why would she be doing this? No way had Ray known
he would never allow anything like this, hell Gianni couldn't even get
him to go to a strip club. No way would he allow his wife to work a
dungeon like this.
Gianni's jaw dropped as the camera zoomed in showing the semen being
forced out of her cunt with each thrust of the dick pushing in. She
had been stuffed full of cum and it was now forced out to make room
for even more. Her face was covered in cum as well, with white fluid
dripping from her lips and splattered across her once proud face.
Debra Barone swung back and forth again for the third time in a row
having three cocks shoved into her body's orifices. The cock in her
ass causing the most pain, but the cock stuffed down her throat hair
tickling her nose was definitely the one on her mind at the time. She
hated when his cock was stuffed all the way in her mouth and he
allowed his balls to cover over her nose. The hair tickled her nose
making her want to sneeze but the dick down her throat made that all
but impossible.
She was beside herself, this was the worst thing she had ever imagined
she could no longer see and end to her torture. She had done this all
to protect her family, to protect her children, her husband. But how
could she ever go back to Ray, she had sworn her faithfulness to him
but here she was with all these men. She had tried to convince herself
she hadn't been unfaithful to him, she had been forced to do the
things she had done. But now lying here being used as she was it just
didn't matter anymore. She could call it anything she wanted but now
matter how she looked at it she was nothing but a common whore.
She had hated every moment of her ordeal; she hated herself for ever
allowing any of it to happen in the first place. She should have
refused to do anything from the beginning, at the least she should
have got money from her father and just insisted on paying them off.
But she had foolishly gone into it thinking she could control it,
handle it. She couldn't though and she should have known that. Why had
she ever gone back the second time she now told herself that although
she denied it at the time she knew where this would end up, and
instead of doing what she could to stop it she let it go on. If she
had just been honest with Ray from the beginning he might have
understood.
He would have believed her even if they had released the tapes from
her college days, he would understand. She had been drugged, raped.
Sure she had allowed her old boyfriend to take the nude photos of her,
but the rest had been done to her without her knowledge or permission.
Sure she received a lot of grief over the Mardi Gra photo's from Ray
and his folks but, anything would have been better than this.
She had already begun to worry that maybe she was being strung along.
Maybe she would never be freed. What if she spent the rest of her life
in this hell? She had found no signs of anyone sympathetic to her
plight in this dungeon. Then again could she ever go back home and
face her husband after all the whoring she had done. How could she
ever allow him to touch her again after having let these things being
done to her? What if this master was wrong what if someone here was
clean, what if the did have a STD she could have AIDS or who knows
what no one in this place had used a condom.
She hadn't had time to worry about getting pregnant she had far to
many other things on her mind, but what if she had gotten pregnant how
could she explain it to Ray, sure the used the sponge and she could
have gotten pregnant by Ray even with a sponge but what if the child
turned out half black or Asian. What ifs her mind was full of them
"What if this" "What if that" all she could do was think about the
what ifs.
She swallowed hard as yet another load of semen was shot down her
throat. Again she had tried no to swallow the vile liquid but what
choice did she have, when his cock was so far down her throat. She
felt her muscles tense as her body reacted to another injection of
sperm fired into her ass. The cock buried deep inside her having
stopped its pounding. Finally she felt the jerk in her cunt begin to
empty into her well filled womb. She sighed with great relief as
finally the cocks impaling her finally withdrew.
She took three more in her cunt before she had finally been released
from the swing. She was given a more thorough cleaning than usually as
her body was scrubbed cleaned, douched, given an enema. Allowed to
brush her teeth shower and then given an elegant white corset to put
on. The corset was stringed in the back instead of the zipper like her
others had been. The garter she was given was thinner than the others
and her thin stockings did make her look pretty good she thought to
herself.
It seemed that as much attention was given to her makeup as when she
had been put on display in the Masters office. When she finally was
lead from the room she was taken to a large unlabeled door instead of
Room 37 or her cabinet. Several Masters had pinched or groped her ass
as she was lead across the floor.
She was directed into the room by the employee who had escorted her
there. The room she entered was completely dark. As soon as the door
closed leaving her in complete darkness there was a loud click and
suddenly a bright light eliminated her position in a bright circle.
Before her eyes could adjust to the blinding light her arms were
grabbed harshly and she was forced over a padded leather horse. She
was secured to the horse in only seconds.
She lay straddling the horse unsure what to expect but scared to death
of what to expect.
Gianni watched from his elevated position above her. He glanced down
at the monitor observing the close up of her scared face. She was
horrified, he could see it in her eyes, she was also so beautiful. He
had never seen Debra look so good before in his life.
"Brand her" Mr. Fass said loudly.
"What?" Debra yelled in shock. She started to protest but the wooden
bit slipped in her mouth stopped her in her tracks.
She felt the cold alcohol rubbed over the left cheek of her ass.
Gianni watched in an enthralled state as a black light went on behind
Debra's ass as a hooded figure wheeled up behind her on a small stool
holding a tattoo gun in his hand.
Debra's eyes shot open and tears began to fall as the needle began
marking her skin with its ink. She had no idea what was being tattooed
on her ass but there would be no hiding this from Ray.
Chapter 11

Gianni stared into the monitor in a surreal trance like state as he
watched the tears streak down Debra's face. Her mascara had began to
run and her pain and sorrow was etched in her eyes as she thrashed her
head from side to side trying to break free of her bonds. Her
struggles where of course futile and restrained as she was she
couldn't even move her ass away from the man now tattooing it.
He was fascinated by what he was seeing and in a state of shock all at
the same time. His cock grew more rigid with every passing moment. He
was drawn to the sight before him as he gazed on watching her suffer.
She was biting down hard on the wooden bit now placed in her mouth.
The ripples riding across her ass as the tiny needle of the tattoo gun
continued to inject her with its ink. He watched as her arms would
tense and pull up from her bonds futilely. Her legs cutting into the
bar holding the back of her thighs securely in place, and the arching
of her back as she fought against the strap holding it, trying to lift
up off the table.
The process took almost and hour but when it was done Debra was more
physically drained than she had been all week long. The injection of
the stimulant in her ass went unnoticed by the battered woman as it
was just another of the hundreds of needle pricks that had now
assaulted her rump. She couldn't figure out what was being tattooed on
her ass. Her mind had tried to piece together from the movement of the
needle just what was being inked into her skin but it was an
impossible task, only in her imagination could she come up with
thoughts. "Slut" "Whore" some other foul words to describe her current
activities. "Put it here" "Well used" some other insulting comment. No
matter what it was her life was over. How could she explain it to Ray
he would leave her for good, no chance of saving her marriage or
family now.
The tattoo had finally been finished when the man seated at her ass
coated it lightly with Vaseline before wheeling away. He was no sooner
gone than one of the girls who had done her makeup so many times
earlier had entered and begun to cleanup Debra's now streaked face. As
she worked to touch up Debra appearance Gianni was taken and fitted
into a leather hood.
Gianni approached Debra who had been left tied to the table for his
pleasure. She was tied before him as he had only imagined could ever
be possible. He was now just moments away from fulfilling one of his
darkest fantasies. He would now take his friends wife, he would use
her as savagely as she had ever been used before. He would give her
something to remember. He had to make it last, he would have this
moment on film to savor forever, but now he had to make it last.
He had been shown all the devices available for his use but he needed
none of them. He had already asked about what was acceptable and been
told there where no rules for this session. He felt only the smallest
tinge of guilt as he circled her, admiring her bound form. She was
beautiful he thought as he took note of the glowing letters now inked
into her ass. "F SLAVE" blazed in two inch letters across her tender
ass. As he stepped in front of the black light he noticed her tattoo
disappeared, obviously she had been tattooed with some sort of black
light ink he thought.
Slowly he ran his hand across her body starting at her neck then
moving down her back. Snapping at the tight leather strap and then her
garter he moved down her body. His fingers moved in circles around her
ass then down the back of her thigh where it stopped, he pulled his
hand up removing the medal pin holding the wood brace at the back of
her legs. The wooden bar fell to the ground first, followed seconds
later by the clanging of the medal pin on the floor. Finally the
pressure on the back of her thighs had been released ushering a great
huff of relief from her still gagged mouth. The sounds made by Debra
moved around the silent room as she waited for what would happen next.
The leather strap across her back constricted then fell away as Gianni
undid the restraint from its buckle. The release was again followed by
another relieved huff from Debra. Finally he undid the knot in the
leather string holding her wooden bit in place. She opened her mouth
allowing the wooden bit that had been used to gag her to fall to the
floor below her head. She gulped in several large gulps of air before
she began a fit of coughing. She had her eyes closed as she coughed
and was only stopped by the hand moving over the lines of her face. He
finally moved his hand to her chin and pulled her head up so she
looked him in the face. He looked in her eyes and revealed in the
feeling of control and power over her. She had always been so
commanding, demanding, always in charge. Gianni had to admit he too
would jump when she went into one of her tirades against Ray and his
friends. Gianni had found himself the recipient of her condescending
glare more times than he cared to admit. She had been so high and
mighty, so holier than thou to him so many times. This control, this
feeling of complete and total domination over her, he enjoyed it.
He dropped his trousers to the floor with his free hand still holding
her chin with his other arm. His cock stood free an erect he had
always wanted to do this he thought as he pressed his penis to her
lips. She took his member instantly without even the slightest
resistance. She allowed him to stuff his erect phallus down her throat
fearful of offending a master and having to spend any time in the
circle. She watched him gaze contently into her eyes as he stroked in
and out of her mouth. This went on for several minutes before he moved
his cock from her mouth and circled around her body. He slid his
saliva coated cock across both cheecks of her ass before he began to
force it into her anal passage.
He made sure of his position by prying the cheeks of her butt apart
before forcing his cock past her sphincter. She whimpered as he slid
into her ass. Her grief brought him more pleasure and his thrust grew
more forceful the more hurt she sounded. He had soon worked himself
into a fevered pace of ramming his cock into her ass. He reached
forward and gripping his hand into her hair her pulled her head back
ripping the hair from her scalp. Her screams of pain and despair
echoed through the chamber as he held her head up and back as he
rammed into her already abused ass.
Gianni was living his dream, and it was good he thought as he pulsed
into her sphincter. He had never been so sexually satisfied as he was
at this moment as he felt his seed spray deep into her bowels. He
loved this control this power it was more than he could have dreamed
of.
He finally pulled from her ass and stood back to admire his work. He
stared at his semen as it seeped from her sphincters still stretched
hole and down her rump. He had just fucked Debra Barone in the ass and
he'd have the tape to prove it, he thought to himself with glee. He
had revealed in the moment long enough he thought and began to free
her from her bonds.
He had finally helped her from the table and led her to the bed.
Standing in front of the bed he spun her around, and in a quick fluid
movement ripped the corset from her body. The action had taken Debra
by surprise and she gasped in shock by the brutality of his actions.
He next pushed her down on the bed forcefully, he was on top of her in
and instant. He wanted so badly to tell her who he was and what he was
going to do to her but kept silent.
He attacked her breast taking note of the navel ring she now sported.
He couldn't help but think she looked thinner and better with the
darker tan. He sucked her nipples deep into his mouth and nipped them
delicately between his teeth. He played with her breast and his tongue
and his fingers probed the folds of her cunt. She moaned and squeaked
under his tinkerings as he continued to explore and enjoy her body. He
was struck with how much better she looked here in the nude than even
what he had imagined she would. Ray was sure one lucky bastard he
thought in one moment, only too then think about what a slut she was
and changing his mind.
His cock had grown rigid now as he explored her body and he slid his
body against her. Soon he was thrusting his cock into her cunt. He
stayed on top of her for several minutes before grabbing her by the
hips and rolling her on top of him. She was bounced on top of his body
as he groped her chest gleefully. As his climax grew closer his hands
found there way to her neck. He began at first a gentle playful almost
choke. But as he grew more exited his grip grew stronger soon she was
pulling at his hands unable to breath. By the time he climaxed inside
her she was bright red in the face the blood in her brain trapped by
his choke hold on her neck. He tightened his grip as he savored every
jet of seed filling her cunt. She had all but passed out when he
finally released his grip on her neck.
Gianni glanced at his watch he had only spent thirty five minutes with
the slave he had given so much to be with he glanced over seeing the
video camera still recording every moment of his triumph. He grabbed a
handful of breast and pushed her off him forcefully, He quickly went
to the wall and lowered the chains holding the large ornate X from the
ceiling. He brought it to down to hang an inch off the floor and
returned to the bed. Taking hold of a handful of Debra's red hair he
pulled her from the bed. He drug her crying and scared to the wooden
bars. He pushed the poor woman against the frame and strapped the
leather belt around her waist.
He looked into her glazed eyes as he tried to work out a plan in his
mind as to what to do with her next. He took hold of her wrist and
pulled it to the frame, chaining it in place. He moved on to her other
wrist and chained its cuff to the frame while staring at her chest.
Standing straight up as she was her breast seemed larger and firmer
than he had ever imagined they would be. He would need some time to
prepare himself for his next endeavor with the young mother so time
was not an issue. He moved to the ankles next chaining each cuff to
the frame as well. After finishing with the second ankle his hand
moved up her hose covered leg, up her thigh and stopping at her
crotch. He felt his fluids mixed with hers now covering his finger and
palm.
He pulled his hand away and wiped it in her hair as he moved to the
closet. He returned to her with two small clamps in his hand he
reached out and pinched her nipples several times trying to stimulate
the exposed skin. She whimpered in response to his torturous touch
regaining her senses after almost being choked out. He opened the
first metal clamp and moved it to her breast.
When the clamp closed over her nipple she let out a blood curdling
scream of pain. He was shocked by the reaction but it in no way
deterred him from slipping the second clamp on her other nipple. The
second wail of her scream was even more chilling than the first. He
looked into her now wide open eyes with a feeling of satisfaction as
she wailed in pain. He returned to the closet and came back with a
pair of chains and weights.
He waited till her howls of pain subsided to cries and whimpers before
clamping the first weight on her left breast clamp. The added device
renewed her screams and she continued bucking to free herself of the
painful device. Again he waited till she had calmed a little before
applying the second. He returned to the closet as she screamed in
pain.
He found another device of interest and returned to Debra's side. He
rotated the X till she was now upside down on the beams. He hair now
dangling, she looked down in immeasurable pain seeing the chains and
weights pulling her nipples down toward the floor. She felt him rub
against her cunt drawing her attention away from her abused chest. She
moaned in despair as she felt the massive head of a dildo press into
her womanhood. She hadn't seen the thirty six inch length of double
sided dildo that was now being shoved in her cunt forcefully. At just
over 10 inches forced into her cunt Gianni had bottomed out, being
disappointed with the length of the dildo still outside her body he
began working the rubber phallus back and forth in her.
After ten minutes of working the dildo in and out of her he had only
worked an additional half inch into her body. He confirmed this
failure by retrieving a small tape measure from his disheveled pants
and measuring his work. Disappointed with the results of his efforts
he returned to the closet and began rummaging through it, leaving over
twenty five inches of the dildo flopping between her legs.
Debra initially relieved he had finally stopped trying to shove more
of the rubber assailant into looked down her body in amazement seeing
the lengthy rubber dick waving between her legs. Her newest tormentor
returned from the closet with to thin medal ring like devices.
Gianni pulled up a stool and sat down next to poor Debra, reaching
below he bound for he pulled the spring medal ring apart and slipping
it under and pulling it up and around her already tortured breast. He
released the sides of the ring at the base of her breast allowing it
to squeeze her tit tightly at the base causing it to balloon out below
the half inch ring.
Again she screamed bloody murder her voice getting horse from the
abuse. She stared in horror as he placed the second ring over her
other tit. She was in unimaginable pain and it just wouldn't end. The
stimulant she had been given had already taken affect and she felt
like her heart was about to explode in her chest. She began whimpering
about having a heart attack between screams of pain but her attacker
didn't seem to hear her or care if he had. She thought she was going
to die as she watched her breast turn bright red as the blood was
trapped in them by the rings.
Gianni returned his attentions to her crotch as he grabbed the end of
the flailing dildo and began to work into her ass. He shoved inch
after inch of the tool into her before he began pistoning both sides
in and out of her body. He had already toned out any screams or
objections Debra might be yelling and was now gingerly working it into
each of her holes.
Finally bored with the dildo he again returned to the closet and found
what he was looking for. He approached he face and stroking his cock
in one hand her held the whip in the other.
"What's you name?" he said in his deepest voice.
Debra hesitated several second before saying. "Linda, Linda Parkers...
Eh ville." She replied
Smack! Smack! Smack! Her heart stood still in her chest from the pain
as he made three swats on he swollen chest with the small paddle like
whip.
"Don't you fucking lie to me!" Gianni screamed "I want your real name
Bitch!" he snapped.
"Debra! Debra Whalen OK!" She screamed in pain.
"NO" Smack! Smack! "BARONE! OK IT'S DEBRA BARONE! PLEASE STOP! I'M
DYING PLEASE!" she screamed as he again swatted her breast.
Chapter 13

"Well Debra Barone, if you want me to stop, then you need to answer me
honestly, or else I'll keep on whipping your tits." Gianni told her in
as deep, and as harsh a voice as he could.
"OK, OK! I will! I promise that I'll... just please stop, OK?" she
pleaded with him.
"We'll see slut. You are married right?" he asked.
"What?" SMACK "YES, yes, I'm married! Please STOP!" she cried.
"Why did your husband put you here?" he asked her, hoping to make her
lie.
"He likes to make me... " SMACK! "OH GOD! FUCK! OK! PLEASE STOP! OH
PLEASE!"
SMACK "HE DIDN'T. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW. PLEASE DON'T HIT ME AGAIN."
SMACK
"You will be punished when you lie to me BITCH!" SMACK! Gianni said,
admiring the red streaks that he was leaving cris-crossed across on
her tits.
"I won't lie. I won't. I promise. Please don't hurt me. No more." she
cried weakly, unable to catch her breath.
"Who brought you here then Slut?" he asked her, holding the whip ready
to strike again.
"I don't know. I swear. I don't even know his name, OH PLEASE DON'T
HIT ME! I SWEAR I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH." she cried, looking up
fearfully at his threatening hand.
Gianni saw the fear in her eyes, and heard the terror in her voice. He
believed that she was telling the truth. "What? You're going to have
to explain it to me. How did some guy, that you don't even know, bring
you here? What is this, some freaky thing that you do, or enjoy or
something? I mean why are you here Debra Barone?" he asked, careful to
try and disguise his voice.
She whimpered and shook several times, trying to gather herself, in
order to answer, eyeing his menacing hand, still ready to strike at
her tortured chest.
"These men the made me come here. I had no choice, I tried to make
them stop, but I have to." she cried.
"Why? Why do you have to?" he asked her.
"Because they, they've made me. They're blackmailing me. I mean at
first it was blackmail, now its just... I don't know, kidnaping or
something. I mean I don't have a choice anymore." she cried.
"Blackmailing you with what?" he asked, now very intrigued by her
answers.
"They had pictures of me, from college. I mean at first that's what it
was. But then they got even more pictures of me, newer pictures of me.
They drugged me and I..." she paused, "I mean they made me do things
that I couldn't let my husband know, because I..." she paused again,
trying to regain some composure, as the tears streaked down her
cheeks. "I love him, and my family. I screwed up big time, and now I
just don't have a choice any more." she babbled, almost incoherently,
through her sobs.
"Really? So what have they made you do?" he asked.
"Stuff." she answered, not wanting to elaborate any further on the
subject. But the lifting of his hand to swat her again, made her think
better of not responding further. "Sexual things. I, I've had to, well
prostitute myself, and things like that." she said, hoping to have
pleased him with her answer.
"Really? How?" he asked, not satisfied with her weak non-specific
response.
"Well first they drugged me, and I don't know how, but they made me
pick up these old guys at bars. They taped it all, and told me that
they would show my family, if I didn't cooperate with them. Then they
made me go out of town, and work in some kind of dance or strip club
or something, but I'm not really sure what it was, as they kept
drugging me." she said, humiliated by her confession.
"So what else have they made you do?" he asked, enthralled by her
tale.
"I mean I don't really know all of it, because of the drugs that they
kept giving me. They've shown me videos of me and some guys, but I
have trouble actually remembering a lot of what went on." she said,
broken and in pain.
"What do you remember?" he pried.
"Well like the first night at the club, they made me do them all. Then
some bum in an alley. It was disgusting. Uh, then on the flight back
here, they took my into the bathroom, and I had to have sex with like
five guys, and then I was brought here. I just don't really know
anymore. Its been one long nightmare. It just has. I don't know." she
cried.
"So tell me what happened in the airplane." he said, hungry to hear
more.
"Uh, well there were two guys who brought me back here. One of them
made me follow him into the bathroom on the plane. Then, you know, he
raped me, and made me wait for the other guy to come in and rape me.
Then they like let some of the other passengers come in and fuck me. I
was like dying in there. My ass was getting all busted up on the sink,
and they were all rough with me. I mean, I don't think those other
guys even knew the guys who kidnaped me, but I don't know for sure."
she babbled on, as she relived her nightmare.
Gianni looked down at his now erect cock, and its swelling head. He
was troubled by her story, and almost felt bad about what he had done
to her, but it didn't stop him from doing what he still wanted to do
to her.
He knew he wanted a video of him fucking her, without the hood, so he
returned to the closet and got a small black blindfold to cover her
eyes. He then walked over to her, and placed it over her eyes. After
inspecting it to make sure that she couldn't see him, he pulled his
hood off.
He walked around the hanging X, and pulled the dildos free of her ass
and cunt. He stared at the gaping holes left by the huge rubber
phallus. He grabbed the large butt plug, that he had pulled out of the
closet, and shoved the thick black plug completely into her ass,
causing screams of pain from the tortured woman. He then shoved his
rigid cock into her now much tighter cunt, feeling the pressure from
the thick plug in her ass, pressing up against his dick.
She cried out, begging him to stop, as she screamed in pain. He simply
continued stroking his dick in and out of her cunt, watching the
weights, that were clipped onto the clamps, that were mercilessly
pinching her nipples cruelly, as they swung back and forth. She
finally stopped her pleas for him to stop, after working herself into
a coughing fit.
He thrust his hips back and forth into her, making her rock even more
back and forth on the frame. Finally, his cock erupted inside of her
for a third time today. He loved it. He swung the X upright, and
walked up to her face. The sudden movement had caused the weights to
now drag her breasts down obscenely, as they swayed back and forth
from the weighted chains hanging from her nipples. He looked at her
pained face for several minutes, before glancing at his watch. He then
kissed her passionately on the lips. She tried to pull away from his
kiss, but after a tug on the chain, attached to her nipple, she turned
her head back to his, and accepted his kiss. He continued kissing her
for over five minutes, exploring her mouth with his tongue. After
finally breaking his lip lock on her, he walked out of the room, never
taking his eyes of her.
She was freed from the "X", but not before the two men, who had filmed
the session, had used her ass for their own pleasure. She was then
taken to back to room 0, to be cleaned up and prepared for her next
cycle.
One of his men, who had filmed Gianni's session, went to find Mr.
Fass, to fill him in on the information obtained by Gianni's
interrogation.
Mr. Fass looked on with concern and fear, as Mrs. Baron was strapped
down on table three, with a line of Masters already lining up to use
her. If the information that she had told Gianni was true, it could
represent a serious problem for him and his little club. He had
already sent his agent out to gather information on Mrs. Barone's
activities, and to find her Master's whereabouts'.
Mr. Fass's men had found Debra's 'Master' at a downtown bar, with
another man. The two had gotten quite drunk, and where bragging to the
other patrons about their recent adventures with this married slut,
and what they had forced her to do. Mr. Fass's agents had taken the
men outside, and after a little unfriendly questioning, they
discovered the entire story behind Mrs. Barone's ordeal. Feeling that
they had gathered all of the pertinent information from the two men,
they disposed of them in the alley right behind the bar, making it
look like a robbery. It was well known that you didn't play games at
the dungeon. The need for absolute privacy was a necessity for its
high profile clients of political and business leaders.
Any one who would resort to blackmailing a woman, a married woman with
children, couldn't be trusted to not do the same against one of the
other club members. These men had lied in order to make a few dollars
off of the poor woman, and so their greed had led to their untimely
deaths.
Mr. Fass hung up the phone after hearing the report from his men. This
couldn't be worse, she could ruin his little business venture. She had
been telling the truth, which in and of itself was not necessarily all
that bad. In fact, Mr. Fass had used such tactics himself in his
younger days, before he had started his club. But never with such a
high profile woman. After all, her husband was a columnist, who could
bring down unbearable press coverage on his operation, if she ever
told anyone. But that too could have been dealt with, however in
addition to her husband, she also had a cop for a brother-in-law. His
men had warned him of how tight knit the family was, and of just what
type of a boy scout this Robert was.
He regretted the need to hurt people, especially good and innocent
people, but bigger concerns had to be addressed. He worried about
leaving Debra's children motherless, and the father widowed, but he
had limited choices considering.
He made a call to friends in Vegas, to tie up any lose ends in their
neck of the woods, and then checked to see where Mrs. Barone was now.
She was half way through a private session with a valued Master, one
that he couldn't afford offending. Taking note, it was her fourth such
engagement since Gianni had finished with her.
It was now early Saturday morning and he knew word of the trouble had
already spread around his dungeon, by the quickly diminishing number
of clients on the floor. He ordered the circle prepared for when Debra
was finished with her session, and then sat back, waiting for the time
to deal with the last of the loose ends.
When Debra was finished with her latest abuser, she was drug out,
kicking and fighting, to the circle. She immediately began protesting
what was happening, insisting that she hadn't disobeyed a master. She
was placed in the stocks, her ass thrust high into the air. She
screamed out her innocence to anyone who would listen, begging not to
be punished. Her protests grew even more desperate when she saw the
three wolf-like dogs being led up to the circle.
The dogs were walked around in circles around her three times. She
watched the beasts with fear and trepidation. Her father had owned a
large Doberman when she was a child, and she had watched the savage
animal attack and maul one of the neighbors smaller more docile dogs
and killed it. She had been frightened of large dogs ever since. Ray
had always wanted a dog of his own, for the children, but she wouldn't
allow it. She never told Ray her reasons for feeling that way, as
simply saying no was enough.
Debra had fixed her attentions on the dogs, scared to death being
bound and helpless, as she was in front of them. She hadn't paid
attention to the other man who had approached her from behind, until
she felt the cold tube pressed into her ass.
A large tube of compressed meat was pressed firmly into her ass,
pushing in past the semen pooled inside of her sphincter. The cool
meat was sank in almost four inches into her bowels and was left
there. A second tube of meat was then slid deep into her cunt, with
six inches inside of her cunt, and another six inches sticking out.
The cool tubes making the semen that had been deposited in her
orifices chill to the touch of the tubes.
Debra watched scared stiff, as tears ran down her cheeks, but unable
to make a sound, she was so afraid of the dogs. Her heart stopped, as
one of the dogs was released from his collar, and allowed to move
freely. It took the animal only seconds to disappear behind her.
Her throat was in knots, as the beast took its first bite of the meat
which was stuffed into her cunt. The tubes had been designed to shred
away when the dogs bit into them, leaving small chunks of meat inside
of her body. The dog, hungry as it was, began licking up the scraps of
food with its tongue. The rough coarse sandpaper like tongue began
lapping the food from her most private of places after cleaning the
scraps that had fallen to the floor.
Once the first dog had buried his snout into her cunt, the second dog
was released, and he immediately went to her ass, and began chewing on
the meat lodged there. With only a small growl from the first dog, the
second dog began lapping up the meat from inside of her ass. Debra was
in shock as she felt the wicked beast now eating from the orifices of
her body. Her eyes still fixed on the dog in front of her, who was now
pulling at the leash holding him anxious to eat himself.
Debra trembled, as the two animals began licking the food from within
the most sacred parts of her body, terrified by the ordeal. She had
now closed her eyes, scared to look directly at the animal at her
face, as she fought to deal with the mixture of fear and pleasure
sweeping over her. Then she felt another cold tube of meat pressed to
her lips.
"Open up, and take this into your mouth. Then bite down softly on it,
and make sure that you keep your mouth open slave." she was told, as
the meat was slid into her mouth. As soon as she had done as ordered,
the third dog was released from his leash.
The dog approached Debra's face, and bit down on the tube of meat
protruding from her lips. He touched the lips of his snout to hers. He
too began lapping the meat from the cavity that her open mouth made.
She lay there bound to the stakes, with dogs lapping meat from her
ass, cunt and open mouth, as she trembled with fear. The beast at her
cunt now had his nose pressing against the portals of her pussy, and
his tongue three to four inches inside of her cunt, his coarse tongue
rubbing the walls. The sensations were overwhelming, and Debra was in
a living hell. She wanted to die, as she felt the tongue rubbing
against the sensitive walls of her cunt, driving lusty shocks through
her nervous system and up to her brain.
She heard the comments being made and opened her eyes to see the
gathering of spectators to watch her defilement. She heard someone say
that she made a good doggie dish, and someone else commented on how
she was a true animal lover. She closed her eyes again, as a growing
embarrassment filled her with despair, as she trembled with fear.
She would open her eyes every few seconds, as the warm breath of the
dog eating from her mouth exhaled into her face. His breath made her
want to vomit, as bad as her predicament was, she felt it was getting
worse, as her body began to react to the animal's attentions. The raw
meat in her mouth was foul tasting on her tongue, and her tongue had
been lightly bitten once by the dog, when she tried to use it to
shovel the meat into the animal's mouth. But the dogs now licking the
contents from her cunt and ass, had begun licking her to the verge of
orgasm.
She felt her mind drifting, as her attention would grow fixed on the
rubbing tongues inside her body. She tried to focus, to stop herself
from feeling this way, but found that she couldn't pull her mind from
the haze of pleasure sweeping through her body, no matter how
disgusted she was by what was being done to her. She fought to regain
her composure, but she couldn't get a handle on her feelings, as the
sand paper like tongues licked deep inside of her body, looking for
every last scrap of food.
The dog eating her cunt out had finally decided that he would find no
more food there, and began licking the oozing sex juices from her
skin. Just minutes later, the dog eating from her ass had finished as
well. The two dogs callused tongues had driven her to the edge of an
orgasm, before they had finished. She was repulsed by the feelings
surging through her, and groaned from the animals unnatural touches on
her most sensitive of spots.
She grimaced in shame, as she looked into the animal's eyes, as he
buried his tongue into her mouth. The strange raw meat was disgusting
to taste, and now she was sharing her mouth with the dog. She felt
lower than dirt.
The dog in front of her face finally finished eating the food from her
mouth, and now it began licking the dried cum from her face and chin.
She hadn't seen the dog who had eaten from her ass pulled away from
her. She had all but passed out from exhaustion, when she felt an
animal behind her, climb onto her back.
It was only a moment before the massive doggy dick began pressing
against the opening of her cunt. The dog at her face was pulled away
and leashed, as the dog behind her began thrusting into her cunt with
vigor.
She briefly screamed "NO" several times, but quickly gave up, under
the jackhammer-like pounding that the dog was delivering to her pussy.
She had trouble just breathing, as the animal pistoned in and out of
her at a rapid pace, much faster than any man had ever fucked her. The
pain of the assault quickly subsided to a dull ache, as time passed.
She was swept away in sorrow, under the assault of the animal, as she
kneeled there in a daze, thinking gratefully that the animal had
bottomed out, though not realizing that he was simply working his knot
into her.
The ache of his assault had slowly turned to pleasure, and she now
feared that she would succumb to the beasts pounding, with a mind
numbing orgasm, right in front of all the people looking on. She heard
the gathered crowd now insulting her, calling her a dog slut, and a
bitch in heat. They laughed and joked about how much she was obviously
enjoying the good fucking that she was receiving.
She knew that the worst part was that it was true, that she was
enjoying the fucking that the dog was giving her. She was ashamed at
the lustful way that she was responding to the dog's powerful, rapid
thrusts into her cunt. The dog ravaging her had found a spot that she
never even knew existed. It seemed to know just where and how to rub
her clit, to get her body to respond, and the harder that she fought
to stop her reactions, the greater they became. She was ashamed of
herself, as she heaved heavy breaths, and moans of pleasure escaped
her mouth, from the relentless pounding she was getting. She shuddered
under the animal, as she felt wave after wave of pleasure rack her
body, as the dog kept up its fast pace. The spectators in the room had
not missed her reactions either, and continued to heckle her, as she
tried desperately to regain control over her mind and body.
The jackhammer pace of his cock had taken her back to the edge of yet
another orgasm. She rolled her eyes back, knowing that she was on the
verge of a massive orgasm, but desperately didn't want to have one,
while she was being taken by an animal, and especially not in front of
all these people. She did everything that she could think of, to hold
off her climax.
He continued his jackhammer pounding of her cunt, until finally his
knot forced its way past her stubborn cunt lips. When his knot slipped
into her cunt, after painfully stretching her pussy's sphincter, Debra
thought that she would die. She felt sure that she had been split in
two by the savage beast now assaulting her. He pumped his doggie dick
into her three, maybe four more times, securing his position inside of
her, and tying himself into her, before suddenly becoming still, as he
let loose his seed inside of her.
He had now begun jetting stream after stream of watery sperm inside of
her cunt. The release of his semen had been the last straw, and she
slipped past the brink, moaning loudly, as a massive orgasm swept over
her.
"Oh GOD!" she screamed in a husky voice, as the sickening warmth
spread throughout her loins. She was disgusted by her own actions, she
refused to admit that she had received any enjoyment from this simple
physical experience, but her body betrayed her mental disgust with her
situation. But even as her mind screamed for it to be over, her body
had responded in the most intimate of ways.
The room erupted into laughter and cheers, as she tossed her head back
in orgasmic bliss. She was disgusted by the cheers and jeers of the
men now critiquing her every move. She hated herself, for allowing
this animal to bring her to a new physical high, a pleasure so
intense, that she had never experienced anything like it before in her
life, with any of the hundreds of male partners she had mated with.
She realized minutes later that the dog's movements had stopped
completely. Although he had tried unsuccessfully to pull out of her,
his knot was now too big to be pulled out of her, which drew raucous
laughter from the assembled crowd. As he stood over her, his knot
stuck inside of her cunt, all she could do was to kneel there,
blushing heavily.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally tried to pull free
again, but the bulge of his knot was still too big to be pulled out of
her body. Twenty minutes passed, before he was finally able to pull
his now shriveled cock, and still sizeable knot, free of her still
sucking, massaging cunt. As a further embarrassment, it came out with
a loud, sucking POP. As his cock pulled free of her cunt, she screamed
out a painful, mournful wail of agony, as the knot was still quite
large.
Mr. Fass watched sadly, as the next dog was led up to her back side.
It was truly a shame, when he first learned that her master wouldn't
be back for her, he had hoped to keep her here, as one of his own
slaves. But not now, with her well known columnist husband, and her
brother the cop, he didn't need that kind of grief. What a waste of a
good woman, and a chance at some very good profits.
As the second dog mounted her, while she sobbed in humiliation, Mr.
Fass was informed that he had an urgent call from one of his founding
members. He stood up and walked back to his office, listening to
Debra's hoarse cries of pleasure.
Chapter 14

Debra was brought back to consciousness for the third time, by a
bucket of ice cold water being dumped over her sweat and tear streaked
face and head. She had now been ravaged by the three dogs five times,
one right after the other, without any rest. Twice one of the dogs had
tied with her, giving her some momentary peace, as the animal waited
to free itself from her tight cunt. The streams of watery doggie sperm
running down her thighs had grown cold, giving her chills, as she
endured the torturous abuse of the beasts.
She was in a state of shock, disgusted and repulsed by what she had
been put through, and worse, by the way that she had appeared to
respond so enthusiastically. This was the worst thing that she could
have ever imagined happening to her. She felt so drained, both
physically and emotionally, that she could barely lift her head, as
the men sitting out in front of her were still taunting her, slinging
new insults at her. Several of the comments had caught her attention,
and struck even more fear in her heart. Someone had said that she was
getting the fucking of her life, since this would be her last day on
earth. Another commented on how he loved watching a slut getting
fucked to death. These two comments stuck in her head the most, but
they where simply two of many seeming to indicate that she was in
mortal danger.
Up until then, she had almost wished for her own death. Prior to her
very real fear of being killed, she had thought of death as a swift
end to this torture. Now feeling that she was facing it so imminently,
she wanted nothing more than to live. She wanted to return to her
family, or at least to see another sunrise, or the smile on her
children's faces. She begged to the room while conscious, to free her.
Promising to do anything they wanted, swearing to be completely
obedient to their whims.
Her heart raced, as she pleaded with anyone within ear shot. She
wanted so much to return home to see her young sons grow up to be men,
to witness her daughter's marriage or graduation. She would plead and
beg, and then cry and eventually pass out from exhaustion. The cycle
had gone on seemingly endlessly, for how long, she could only wonder.
She had been brought to sexual bliss seven times during the cycle, but
just because her body had been flooded with such bliss, and such
erotic pleasure, that her mind had not enjoyed even a moment of
pleasure from it.
The 2nd dog had just finished and she hoped that it was over, when she
felt someone at her side. She tried to twist her head and see what was
happening, in fear of what would happen next to her. She saw a young
woman kneeling down below her, and then felt the cool liquid being
placed over her left breast, coating it completely with a thick gooey
substance. She then moved to the right breast and did the same thing
to her other breast. The longer that the goo stayed on her chest, the
more heat that it generated, causing her skin to burn.
She cried and begged to have the substance wiped off, but her pleas
fell on deaf ears. She was in agonizing pain from the burning stuff
coating her chest, and she tossed her head from side to side, crying
in pain. She then felt a bowl of some freezing substance pressed onto
her chest. She was torn between the burning substance, and freezing
cubes, now pressed against her chest.
She then felt a long thin ice tube placed at the entrance of her ass.
The cock shaped tube had been cut and measured to fit completely
inside of her anal passage, and was quite thick to boot. She screamed
in terror, as it was slid into her anus. The woman pushed the final
inch in past the bud of her sphincter, and then stuck her finger in an
inch as well, ensuring that the icy dick was deep inside of her ass.
She tried desperately to push the ice out of her ass, to relieve the
pain of the freezing cock. She pushed with all of her might, but the
muscles of her intestines seemed frozen or paralyzed. She was unable
to force the icy cock past her anal bud, in order to expel the
freezing phallus. She could feel the ice melting inside of her ass,
causing indescribable sensations, as the chilling fluid drained from
her bowels. She cried out again, begging for help. But she was left
bound, with the cubes of chilled meat dangling from the gooey meaty
grease coating her chest, and an icy cock melting in her ass, when the
third dog was released to mount her for a second time.
He had been well trained to breed with human bitches, and went to work
immediately. His massive cock slid in easily to her well stretched out
and well lubricated cunt. He slipped in his entire length in on his
first jack-rabbited thrust. The combination of his warm cock touching
the walls that divided her cunt from her freezing bowels was
unbearable. It sent waves of pleasure through her nervous system,
unlike any she had ever felt before.
Once the dog, the best trained of the trio, had found a good angle and
speed inside of her, the other two dogs where freed of their leashes.
The animals went for the meat that was essentially glued to her chest,
their heated tongues began lapping the juicy strips on her chest. She
was taken by this new sensation, adding to the others, as their coarse
tongues ran over her sensitive chest. She moaned out loudly in
pleasure, breaking her crying streak, as the multiple sensations over
ran her nervous system, and had her kneeling there in a sexual haze.
The comments from the peanut gallery persisted, as she fought back the
feelings attacking her mind and body. Repulsed and disgusted as she
was, she still felt a sense of sexual bliss wash over her. She had
never felt such wonderful sensations before, as the pulsing riveting
cock continued sawing in and out of her cunt, while the other two
beasts dined off her breasts.
The comments being slung at her barely registered anymore, as her mind
tried to deal with the sensational overload of erotic sensations
flooding her nervous system, as the most powerful orgasm of her life
washed over her body. Her eyes had begun fluttering, as she screamed
out in bliss, unable to hide her release from the crowd. She felt her
juices flood her pussy, flowing over the dogs raging cock. He seemed
to feel her heat, as his knot began to swell. The dogs nibbling at her
chest had cleaned off all of the hanging strips of meat from her tits,
and had begun taking small bites of the goo stuck to her chest. She
would wince and yelp, at the small nips, but they too added to her
body's overloaded sensations.
She was trying to recover from her last mind numbing orgasm, when she
felt another one building in her crotch, as the ravaging cock began
forcing it knot inside of her cunt. She tried again to fight of the
feelings now sweeping over her, but it too over came her. Her mind
again swam in erotic euphoria, under the assault of three animals'
tongues and cock. She inhaled deeply, desperate to regain control,
even as her mind drifted further into a haze.
The dog ravaging her with his cock had now worked his knot completely
into her cunt, but the chill from the icy cock in her ass slowed him
from releasing his seed into her. Even with his knot buried inside
her, he continued his relentless pounding of her now quite sore pussy.
Her cunt felt more sore and abused, than she would have thought
possible only a week ago. It was pained by each of the 180 to 200
strokes a minute that the dog was doing, as it pounded its long thick
cock, and even thicker knot, into her now well used orifice. Super
sensitive to the touch, she grimaced through the pain, while still
being overcome by the pleasure of the animal's organ impaled inside of
her.
The next orgasm was at least as intense as the second one, causing her
to bite her own tongue, as she screamed out her release. The release
of her juices over his organ, gave the dog the final stimulation that
he needed to release his own seed inside of her. He howled out in
victory, as he jetted stream after stream of his watery sperm into her
already filled womb. The ice in her ass had by now all but melted
completely, and she passed out, exhausted from the incredible orgasms
that she had experienced. The dog stayed impaled in her abused cunt
waiting for his not to shrink enough to allow him to uncouple from his
bitch.
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Gianni had returned home, and immediately dubbed a copy of his tape
with Debra. He couldn't bear to think of the tape getting destroyed by
his VCR, and therefore, having a secure copy of it, was a priority to
him. He was disturbed to find that he had no blank tapes, so he
reached for the first video on his shelf, without a second thought. It
was the recording he had made of Super Bowl thirty, and one of his
favorite games of all time, but over the next two hours, he had taped
over it, while he watched the tape of Debra and him. As he watched the
erotic tape, he masturbated himself to orgasm twice more.
He had received a call from someone claiming to be a friend of Mr.
Fass's, who needed some work done immediately, and offered to pay him
well for his trouble. Before leaving, he had returned the tape,
labeled Super Bowl 30, to the shelf, and placed the original tape,
labeled with the day's date, in his fire proof lock box.
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Mr. Fass had been on the phone for nearly two hours. At first, he was
more than a little reluctant with Mr. Bradley's proposition. It was
risky, and an unwarranted risk in his opinion, but Mr. Bradley was a
powerful man in the city. Mr. Fass not only respected him, but needed
his power, to keep the club's activities quite. The negotiations had
taken more time than either man would have liked, but in the end, Mr.
Fass was satisfied that he could live with the arrangements, as
apparently so would Mrs. Barone. Three men had now lost their lives
over the incident, and that was enough blood shed for him. His men and
contacts had apparently gathered all the film, videos, and photo's of
Mrs. Barone's activities from the beginning of her being blackmailed,
and they would be transferred to Mr. Bradley.
Mr. Fass listened to the final stipulations of the arrangement, as he
watched on one of his security monitors, the 55 gallon bucket of acid
being wheeled out and placed next to the one containing the lime, near
the incinerator. He had left the three men to be discovered by police,
as a sign to those in the know, of what betraying him meant. He had
planned to make all evidence of Mrs. Barone's being here, or her
ordeals of the last week disappear. There was a fourth scum sucker
currently being questioned by his men, but they hadn't seen any
evidence of him in the videos or photos.
He then glanced over to the monitor of Mrs. Barone. She was still in
the circle. His men had begun to reposition her on the stocks, while
the stallion was being led up to the circle. He hit his buzzer,
signaling for his assistant to come into his office immediately, as he
hung up the phone.
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Debra Barone had found a new energy reserve for her struggles, as she
screamed out her protest. The horse being led up behind her bound
position was sporting a two and a half foot erection, pointed right
between her wide spread legs. She cried out loudly, as the men around
her in the room cheered the horse and its trainer forward towards her.
She was sure that this is what was meant when she was told that she
would be fucked to death. Surely having that massive cock forced into
her tiny body would kill her, just from its being thrust into her. The
horse snorted its foul breath in her face, as he was guided over the
top of her bound body. She screamed for mercy, begging someone to save
her. The large, 8 inch round, cock of the stallion was rubbing up her
leg, as she flailed about helplessly, hoping to be saved.
She felt the horrible phallus moving up her leg, leaving a slimy coat
of pre-cum coating her leg as it moved closer to her pussy. She was
going to die with a horse's dick stuffed inside of her cunt. How had
her life led her to this? She had so many regrets about the many
things that she would miss about her children's lives. Her hopes and
dreams for them were now so distant and wasted. She had continued
screaming for help, even after the stallion had been led away from
her, and taken away from the area of the circle. She continued
pleading with anyone who was listening to save her, even as her arms
where released from the stocks.
She finally calmed down a little, as she was drug, as she was unable
to walk, back to room O. She had been so drained from her hours of
torture and rape, that her legs couldn't even support her own weight
anymore. She was essentially tossed into a frigid shower, as the
doggie sperm was sprayed away from her body. Thankfully she was given
a most thorough cleaning, as her skin was scrubbed clean, between the
two douches and enema's that she was made to endure.
She was allowed to brush her teeth, as long as she liked, and took
over twenty minutes doing so, but her mouth still didn't feel clean.
She was then dressed in a thin black tube top and a micro-mini skirt.
The skirt was so shirt, that she thought that it couldn't be worn
without shaving before leaving the house, and by this, she meant more
than just shaving her legs. They then helped her into sheer,
thigh-high stockings. Her hair was expertly done again, and her
make-up was applied in the least whore-like manner that it had been
done in all weekend.
She had been dolled up, much as she would have done by herself to go
out on the town, to some place nice, other than she wouldn't have
dressed so sluttily. She was made up, this time, to look very
attractive. She was then shocked to have the cuffs cut from her wrists
and ankles with a pair of shears. She then was taken outside to a
darkened limo, and blindfolded, before the car drove off into the
night.
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Gianni returned home to find that he had been burglarized. His fire
proof look box had been taken, but other than that, he could find
nothing missing, though the burglars had pried open his locked file
cabinets, and destroyed the place, as if in search of something in
particular. He was grateful to find that at least he still had the
copy of the tape that he had made. It was in its box, which was now on
the floor, with the rest of his videos.
________________________________________
Mr. Bradley instructed the driver to just leave her on the bed in the
guest room. The exhausted woman had passed out on the way over, and he
had been unable to wake her up when they had arrived at his house. Mr.
Bradley went off to his own bed, allowing Debra to get some much
needed sleep.
She awoke to find herself sore as hell. Her thighs felt like she had
just run a marathon, while her ass and cunt felt like they had been
fucked for days with a telephone pole. She could still feel both of
them gaping open, as if the cocks that had fucked her, had just exited
her body.
Scared of what might happen to her next she pretended to be asleep for
the next twenty minutes. She would toss and turn settle down and then
wink a glance around the room. Finally confident she was alone in the
room and unable to hold back the urge to use the restroom she got up
and headed for the bathroom. The room was dimly let by the rising sun
outside the window. She noted the beautiful furnishings around the
room as she entered the bathroom.
She found she was able to lock the bathroom door once she entered and
noting it had no keyhole on the other side felt finally safe and
having a bit of privacy for the first time in week.
She took a moment and looked at herself in the long full wall mirror.
She noticed how thin and fit she looked she must have lost ten or no
twenty pounds she thought over the last two months. This week she had
sparsely ate three maybe four times if you didn't count the gallons of
seaman she felt she had swallowed. She could see her abdominal muscles
and felt thinner than she had in years. She moved her hand down to her
belly and lifted up the ring now centered in her navel. She then
lifted her micro mini skirt and stared at the ring glittering in her
incredibly sore cunt. She took note at that moment just how sore she
really was. Her thighs showed some bruising from the hours of abuse
she had received and the lips of her cunt where fat and puffy swollen
from the ordeal she had been through.
She felt so sore and tired, her arms, legs, and neck ached from the
obscene positions she had been forced to stay in over the last few
days. She moved the ring in her cunt and it sent waves of pain through
her crotch. Seeing the opportunity she began trying to unscrew the
ball holding the ring together it took her a minute to get a good grip
with her finger tips but finally after causing herself great pain she
began unscrewing it. She worked the ring out of her cunt's lip
grimacing through the pain.
She looked at the quickly closing hole left by ring and sighed in
relief, Ray would never notice such a small mark on her lip. That was
the moment she remembered the tattoo that had been placed on her ass.
She quickly spun around and lifted the back of the skirt.
Her ass was marked with small streaks from one of her many torturers
and a large red patch glistening with Vaseline was visible but she
could see no other sign of the tattoo. How could that be, God knows
she felt the tattoo being applied even now her ass cheeck was sore
from the inking. She lifted her ass trying to see what had been
written or drew on her skin but found nothing.
Relieved that again Ray would see nothing she looked at herself again
in the mirror. She again focused on her tanned belly she began trying
to work the ring from her navel. She tried as hard as she could to
turn the ball but she just couldn't grip it. She finally gave up after
five minutes of causing herself pain. She looked over her legs and
arms she could find no marks from the many injections she had been
given but felt no better about herself. She noticed her heaving breast
still larger than the had been she was probably a full cup size larger
than she had been before this.
She would tell Ray the just looked bigger. She had lost weight. Yea
she thought she could get back to her normal life again. She opened
her mouth and began to unscrew the stud running through her tongue.
She then relieved herself before bawling on top of the toilet as she
relived the nightmare of the week in her mind.
She finally pulled her hands from her lap and looking up she saw him
standing there.

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