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Beth receives her much wanted promotion by his corporation after he uses, abuses her array of orifices time and again for the better part of a couple of weeks. He almost immediately sends her on her first international assignment, and being the arrogant smart ass she is, she’s set up, almost too easily. What could have been just a frivolous run of the mill minor drug bust in the states, but being south of the border; she’s arrested by the local constables and given the impression that she faces severe consequences.
Playing out the well planned charade, he intends to send his personal attorney to the stereotypical jail she’s held in to explain how obviously disappointed and upset the company, and more importantly he personally is with her. But first she’s left to sit in the lice infested tattered rags called prison garb for a few more terrifying days with the roaches, rats and human vermin in the stifling surroundings of the ancient adobe prison, making it appear difficult if not impossible to get her released on bond.
The local chief of police, employed also as the head of security for the company’s holdings in that part of the world and more importantly is in on the set-up, wholeheartedly assists with the details for his nice personal bonus package from the corporation. Confiscating her passport, the plan’s to release her on bond to be on house arrest at the company’s CEO’s private hacienda, where she’s to be ordered confined on those grounds and to be monitored by the chief personally until her trail date can be arranged sometime in the unknown and distant future.
The few horrific days of confinement and abuse by the prisoners and even some of the guards, exhausted with her lack of sleep and nutrition, the attorney finally arrives, presents the offer to her to sign a release even harsher then Brooke’s, and without an escape clause, literally. Now facing a different kind of punishment for embarrassing the corporation, the thought of Brooke and her treatment can’t help playing in her mind as she reads over the agreement and realizes the seriousness of the situation she thinks she’s placed her own self in.
Literally to be confined to the rural ranch, facing criminal charges that could take months or possibly years to wind through the courts, she signs under the duress of knowing this is where she’ll remain, and that the company can revoke the agreement and bond at any time to send her back to that jail to rot if she doesn’t abide by the unconditional harsh set of rules.
Released from the jail, confined to the guest quarters behind the main structure, she stares at the computer system sitting in front of her desk in its specially laid out room, camera and all. Instructed to obey the incoming e-mails at all costs for the foreseeable future, knowing the ramifications, realizing she’ll be immediately subjected to humiliating exercises not unlike Brooke’s, she’s overcome with her predicament. Visited by the local chief randomly on ‘official’ business; actually more to let her know, sometimes exhibiting what’s waiting for her if she violates her bond, after a few days of agonizing anticipation, she’s notified by the already dreaded e-mail of an upcoming ‘contest’ involving her and Brooke. Scantly instructed as to what’s expected of her participation when the time comes, she’s about to adjust to the whims of the computer room in front of a watching audience via the internet. And, the local Chief of Police, Mayor and Warden will be present in the guest house with her for the added motivation for her to perform as instructed, or have the bond immediately evoked on the spot.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Two HD wide screens hang on the wall of the theater room in his estate house, each with an image of a seated naked woman in front of a computer camera, one being Brooke, the other, Beth. His anticipating guests watching the prominently displayed monitors side by side on the far wall, they relax in their recliners on either side of his chair with the control panel. The first e-mail sent, they watch Brooke receive the header on her monitor, hit a key. The crisp image of her naked body leans forward in her chair as the e-mail opens.
Both women notified just the day before, given the perimeters of the contest, the sealed boxes of undisclosed implements to be used and placed in containers next to their monitors, Brooke’s had the entire past evening to plan her individual strategy, unlike Beth who’s been kept in the dark. Brooke’s every reaction crystal clear; they watch her expression as she scans the monitor’s instructions scrolling down in block letters.
‘Entice the camera for the next three minutes by manipulating your breasts… If voted the victor after Beth’s turn you will be advised as such… If not… You will be e-mailed with another command… Begin at zero…… Five… Four…’
Watching the countdown, obviously already prepared, leaning forward at the flash of zero, she cups her bare breasts, lifts, stretches the twin globes upwards, the nipples flattening against either side of her cheeks. Tilting her head, slipping her tongue out between her parting lips, she flips the curling tip of it across the left nub. Back and forth three, four quick flicks, turning and tilting her head further down, stretching her right breast between her squeezing fingers, she licks and moistens her lips, sucks the nipple inward, the taut areola stretching outward from her swelling breast as her lips curl around the tit flesh.
Glancing directly toward the camera above the monitor, making eye contact, letting the glistening nipple slip out from her parting lips, she seductively melds both breasts, squeezes, tugs them firmly apart, elongating them toward her armpits, then slowly rotates them in opposite directions as she presses fingernails and thumbnails into the puffy areolas, pinching and twisting the thickening nubs. By now glaring into the camera, parting her lips, licking completely around them in a slow, swiping circle, she lets out a rasping moan, arches her shoulders back forcing her breasts further outward between her manipulating, rotating fingernails.
The time counting down on her monitor’s screen, still realizing there’s still well over a whole minute left for her exhibition, she again releases her breasts, haltingly shakes her shoulders back and forth as she raises her hands behind her neck and arches her elbows back. Breasts swaying, randomly smacking together, she grunts with each movement as her torso twists from side to side. Biting her lower lip, she leans forward, elbows remaining back as her fingers interlock with white knuckles. Spreading her knees as the block numbers on the screen clicks down to under thirty, taking a noticeable deep breath, bowing her twisting back as she leans even closer to the camera, she forces her elongating breasts to flail in a haphazard circular motion. Stretching, smacking the bottom of her chin, glancing across the computer keys, again across her cheek, she grunts with each jerking rotation as the screen finally strikes zero. Jerking back, instantly cupping her aching breasts, perspiration glistening across her naked flesh, she collects her breath as she stares at the blank screen, agonizingly awaits the next e-mail, the three minutes seeming closer to the better part of an hour.
The group intrigued by Brooke’s exhibition, eagerly anticipating what’s next, they watch him flick his computer key, send Beth her e-mail. In just a flash of a moment she leans forward, opens her mailbox. Her naked body already glistening, obviously freshly shaven as Brooke’s, she also leans forward, but with her bare breasts covered by her left arm. Watching her eyes study the directions, sit motionless even a few seconds after the countdown begins, she finally lowers her arms toward her sides, slowly leaning closer as she blushingly faces the camera above her monitor.
Bowing her back, obviously uncomfortable, she drops her hands over the chair’s armrests, arches her shoulders. Her breasts obviously on par with Brooke’s, their globular dimensions maybe just a bit firmer, and a smidgeon smaller, her dark, flat areolas also spread out a tad more. Her breasts pressing upward, they fill most of the screen, the slightest freckle, tiniest mole visible on the HD monitor. Both nipples remaining flat across her spread areolas, her breasts barely sway as they jaunt outward as well as upwards, but basically motionless. Quite impressive, actually stunning as they fill the screen, still she’s failing to manipulate them for the viewers.
Obviously unfamiliar compared to Brooke as to how to model for the computer camera, its also obvious who’s going to be the first to perform the loser’s command. The time quickly counting down, the group watching his reaction as the screen flashes to zero, they glance toward him as he just as quickly e-mails her a clip of Brooke’s exhibition. Watching her open it, stare at the short clip as it plays through, her face actually reddening as she cups her breasts, mimics to a small degree Brooke’s motions, they realize she knows her next e-mail’s not going to be pleasant. Nodding toward the others for their obvious votes, he clicks both the participant’s e-mails, watches Beth’s reaction as she flicks at the keyboard, and opens hers.
‘Prepare for ten minute exercise…. Open marked box 1… Place the entire contents in front of you by computer screen for next instruction…. 10… 9… 8…7…’
Nervously turning, lifting the small dark colored box, she flips it open. Slowly lifting out a hand sized stainless steel compression tool similar to a pliers, she instinctively squeezes it open and shut. Its pointed tips forming a small sloped circle when pressed together, squeezing the handle spreads the narrow metal circle apart. Dumping a number of small rubber black ‘O’ rings next to the tool from the box, she glances at the screen flashing at zero.
‘Slip second to smallest ‘O’ ring onto pliers… Spread apart… Place deep onto left nipple against areola, then release…. 10…9…8…’
Glancing a second time at the instructions, wide eyed, frantically grabbing the pliers, slipping an ‘O’ ring across its tip, hurried, she pinches her left nipple, slides the pliers against her thrust out breast. Squeezing the handle and stretching the ring, tugging the bud of her nipple through the stretched oval, not realizing the physics of the tool as it easily spreads, she lets the elastic band slip off the pliers’ tip as she pulls the tool away. “Oomph.” The rubber viciously burrowing into her nipple, the taut narrow band practically disappears as the tanned flesh instantly swells across it. The pain jolting, not entirely expected, her forearm reflexively presses against her chest.
Grabbing her breast, now cupping her palm across the engorging nipple, she sees the screen flashing at ‘zero’.
‘Repeat process to right nipple… Deeply… Then face camera with fingers interlocked behind neck… 10… 9… 8… 7…’
Her fingers jittery, her forearm again pressing against her throbbing left breast as she leans forward, she slips an ‘O’ ring onto the pliers, shakily presses the open tip across her right areola realizing the stretching band’s much more painful then imaginable. Slipping the spreading pliers handles tighter together, sliding the ‘O’ ring deep against her areola, she glances toward the monitor, closes her eyes, bites her lip as she hesitantly releases the elastic rubber. “Oomph!” The sound of her voice resonates from the surround sound system while the tears streaking across her cheek are visible on the HD screen as she stares at the monitor, grips her fingers together behind her neck and then glares at the camera, back toward the monitor as her breasts sway downwards from her arched torso, the nubs of her nipples triple their normal size, aching, throbbing.
‘Arch shoulders back… Press breasts outward directly toward camera and remain steady for one minute… 5… 4… 3…’
Watching the screen, the exquisite pain caused by the tightening ‘O’ rings, he wonders how she’s going to feel when she’s instructed to roll them off her engorged flesh with her fingernails once they’re deeply embedded and her nipples are swollen completely over them. But, for now, just the look in her eyes, almost pleading, not like the almost lust when she was watching Brooke’s reactions a few weeks earlier. She enjoyed Brook’s humiliation then, but then again, so did he.
Pressing her breasts outward, upward, the pinched nipples painfully jiggling as her breasts sway toward her sides; she watches the one minute countdown begin. ’60… 59… 58…’ The HD screen on the wall presents an oversized view of her breasts to the fascinated viewers, her engorged nipples discolored, virtually swelling with each of her breaths. Trying to remain as motionless as possible, her steady heartbeat’s even noticeable on the large screen with the quivering and twitching of her aching globes, the nipples obviously painfully jiggling as her sullen grunts are audible with each breath.
Watching her watch the screen, the countdown finally hitting zero, her expression’s priceless as she sees the new message scroll down her monitor as his fingers rest across the computer board.
‘Place another ‘O’ ring… One size smaller on pliers… Then your choice… Double ring each nipple or single clamp a ring on your clitoris… Then face camera with arms stretched apart above your head… Palms outward with thighs spread… 10… 9… 8… 7… 6…5…’
Seeing her eyes widening, her breasts actually twitching as her head barely twists from side to side, the screen counts down to three before she finally jerks the pliers from the table, hastily sorts through the scattered ‘O’ rings and slips one onto the pliers tip. Quickly spreading her thighs as the monitor flashers to zero, tilting her head forward, biting her lip as she pinches her clit, she lets the pliers’ handles spread apart as the rubber ring disappears into the soft flesh of the nub of her clit.
“Aaaagggghhhh!” Her scream echoing from the surround sound, they watch her dropping, almost throwing the pliers on the table as her quivering thighs spread apart, squeeze together, spread apart again as her arms stretch sporadically up over her head, her breasts jerking, bouncing as her fists clasp tightly shut, frantically twisting them back and forth. Head lowering, raising, finally staring toward the camera with her tears visibly dripping across the key board in front of her, her naked body shudders, her stomach rippling with each gasping breath, hollowing beneath her defined ribcage. “Oooommmppphhh!”
Perspiration streaking off her bare flesh, her agonized contortions dramatizing the pinching, burning elastic ‘O’ rings borrowing into her most sensitive flesh, her body contorts, arches, bends in the swaying chair as the tears drips from her swollen eyes. Three tiny ‘O’ rings, all that pain as the screen scrolls again.
Five minutes…Remain spread-eagled hands behind neck… Smile into camera. ‘5… 4… 3… 2… 1…’
Shaking, slowly twisting her head from side to side, biting her lower lip, she arches back, reflexively jerks as the rings seem to tighten harsher with each movement. Spreading, grunting, struggling to part her knees, equally struggling to raise her arms behind her head as the tears roll off her cheeks, the searing pain obviously overwhelming, she finally positions herself with her spreading butt cheeks barely on the edge of the chair as she glares up into the camera, her lips forced into a straining smirk. Finally in position, her torso arched, outward, she struggles to remain motionless as her globular breasts stand outward, barely sway, the dark nipples visibly pulsing. Fingers interlocked behind her neck, her toes curling against the floor, thighs noticeably quivering as she struggles to hold them apart, her moans, sobs are deliciously audible to the audience from the surround sound of the large HD screen as the time counts slowly down. 4…44… 4…43… 4...42… 4…41…’
The excited group watches, enjoys her agony, her squirming on the seat, her breasts quivering, every barely noticeable movement followed by a whimper, her body twitching. Under four minutes, her gyrations almost small spasms as her teeth sink into her lower lip as she glares through her welling eyes toward the camera, the running clock on the monitor. ‘3…38… 3…37… 3…36…’ Tendons rippling, muscles flexing, her thighs tremble as her knees continuously, almost teasingly press in and out. Shoulders back, then arching reflexively forward, her breasts drop, bounce as the nipples jiggle, just causing more grunts, more rasping for breath as she again arches back, again painfully spreading her legs.
The cameras closing in, her breasts, her clit fully exposed, the three rings are virtually embedded in her swollen, purplish nubs, concealed beneath the engorged searing flesh. Body glistening, perspiration beading and streaking, crisscrossing downward, her trembling navel flexing in her hollowing stomach, ribs pressing outward against her taut skin, her body erotically contorts for the onlookers as the countdown passes the halfway mark. ‘2…31… 2…30… 2…29…’
Checking the other screen, Brooke still patiently awaits the e-mail. Smiling, he sends it. Leaning forward, a slight smile on her face, she follows the simple directions, obviously with relief.
‘Set spread-eagled… Face camera motionless until advised otherwise… Relax Brooke… Your part of the contest is complete.’
The pair of monitors contrasts. Brooke almost relaxed, visibly smiling, her naked body spreads for the camera, breasts almost bouncy, legs spreading wide. Beth on the other hand’s just reaching the single digits of the monitor’s countdown, virtually contorting to remain on the edge of the creaking seat, its wheels shifting on the floor as her agony’s obvious.
‘5… 4… 3… 2… 1…0.’
Another command scrolling down the monitor, the tears streak off her cheeks as she frantically follows the directions, grabs her breasts, screams as her fingernails rip, tear at the embedded ‘O’ rings. “Aaaaagggghhhh!!!...Aaaaaggghhhh!!!”
Breasts flailing, nipples stretched, she grunts, bucks as one ‘O’ ring, then the other rips from her thrashing breasts. Fingertips crimson, a tad of a reddish cast across the swollen bulges of her nipples visible on the HD screen , she forces her fingers between her thighs, jerks her head back as the chair spins. “Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!!”
The third ‘O’ ring torn from her engorged clit, she jerks, bounces on the seat, slumps back in the chair curling into a ball as the chief and the pair with him come into view of the camera, surround the chair. The chief positions himself in front as the others grip an arm and a leg, spreading them apart. Arching her back, spreading her thighs across the edge of the chair, the chief steps between her spread thighs to continue the broadcast.
End Chapter 8
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