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Chapter 5
Watching her laying there she could feel his eyes all over her. She knew she was in a horrific mess but at that moment, in that time, the only thought that echoed in her mind was wondering when they were going to release her.
Taking his cane in his hand he took position on her right side, propping her feet in the stirrups high enough so the soles of her feet where completely exposed for him, he waited.
It wasn’t long before the contraption began its cycle again, sending Tracy into a fit of hysterics. Now she had had enough. They said they would release her when it was over. She had done her part, she just wanted to go home now and lick her wounds.
The machine neither cared for her plea’s nor was it hampered by them. It relentlessly continued and she had no choice but to throw her head back and try to drown out the pain her own mind.
As her focus became stronger she was thrown out completely when the lash of the cane was felt across her already torn feet, her whole body shook with the impact.
The man came forward and pulled out the clamp from her mouth.
“I want to hear you scream” he told her as he positioned himself back near her feet.
Tracy was so scared, it should be over and she should be on her way home. She didn’t know the time but she knew she had done what she had come to do.
As she tried to shuffle her bottom down the bed a little to relieve the pain from her back and get a little closure for her poor torn vagina the machine kicked in again, she could feel a tugging again from deep inside her as she heard the winch make a turn.
“No, Please no, I’ve had enough, I’ve done it, please arhhh” she screamed as the second contraction worked its way around her body.
The lash was felt again on her feet.
“Fuck NOOooo” she cried out, the air rushing from her lungs and filling up just as quickly as she tried to brace herself for the peak.
The lash came crashing down again just as the contraption reached its peak and Tracy could feel herself opening up inside again.
She could feel something being pulled down from inside her, like before, like the birth, they wouldn’t??? they couldn’t?? she thought.
The thought that they could have made it so she would have to endure the birth more than once totally horrified her. It had almost felt like the last time might have killed her. She was so tired, her energy was depleting quickly and all she really wanted to do was sleep.
As the contraction subsided the man began to unstrap her.
Pulling her to her feet, Tracy could see the chain that lead from the winch and could follow it going up inside her and she could feel the tautness of it reducing as she moved forward and it slackened.
Pushing her over the end of the bed he tied her arms down around the base of the bed and secured her feet firmly to the legs of the bed so they were apart enough for what he had in mind, he left her so much room to move. She could almost turn her body half way around and her head was finally free.
He pushed the winch up to her and pressed a button on the top of it and she could immediately feel it taking up the slack and begin to pull down from inside her.
“Please let me go, get the doctor please, get the doctor” She begged she could bend her knees to a certain degree and when the next contraction began she was very grateful for the movement this allowed her.
She could crumple slightly in pain but the dreadful crushing of her lower lumbar region had stopped.
As the pain began to make its way across her body the man let loose on her upper thighs with his cane.
“NO,,Please” she cried, bending and twisting, trying to get out of the way of him.
Three lashes on each side he gave her as the contraction peaked, the machine was in full swing and the winch had tugged the thing inside her down her birthing canal, towards her opening.
He walked over to her and pulled down slightly on the chain, she could feel it at her opening, she could feel it crowning each time he tugged on it. He ran his fingers over the flesh he had just welted and slapped it on occasion, causing her to writhe and twist from her tethered position.
“Let me go, please,” she begged, tears rolling down her face.
He reached over and touched the tears as they fell, then he kissed her cheek and moved her hair from her eyes tucking it behind her ears.
Stroking her head softly he ran his other hand down her naked spine that was covered in sweat.
He let his hand fall lower down her lower back and between her legs, tugging on the chain again.
The next contraction began, the winch began to pull at her inside and the feeling, the need to push down again became overwhelming.
The man used his lash on her back now, the first made its mark dead centre.
“Say thank you” he said as sent it crashing over her buttocks this time.
Tracy just screamed, the pain of everything, the overwhelming sensations where crippling her thoughts. Her stomach was crushing her lungs as the contraption continued its torture and she could feel herself being torn open again down there. That burning feeling was beginning to come back, she tried with all her might to take a deep breath and push down as hard as she could, hoping that she could hurry this up and get it over and done with, but as she began to push he whipped her again.
“Say thank you” he said again.
Her stored breath was forced quickly from her lungs and her energy to push escaped her as she dropped as low as she could tried to turn away from his brutal attack.
As the contraction began to creep around her front to its peak she pleaded with him.
“please sir, please” she said as she tried to bury her head under her arms.
She looked down and she could see a small trickle of blood escaping from her poor torn vagina. The burning was so intense. She could feel that she had widened a little, not much, but she had definitely widened a little.
As the contraction died down he went behind her and pushed his fingers inside her anus and he began pushing them forward to increase the pressure on her cunt.
It hurt her so much, the agony was engulfing her every though. She moved and twisted freeing herself from him and forcing him out of her.
He laughed as he walked around to her other side.
Running his fingers over her back again he traced the outlines his cane had made on her body.
She cowered under his touch. His fingers where smooth, not rough as would be expected, but they were big, heavy fingers. He grasped her side, a good handful of reddened flesh and squeezed tightly.
She tried to pull away from him again but he held her fast and just laughed.
The machines began to kick in again and Tracy began to push down before it had peaked. She wanted to push the thing out of her, she wanted to wake up from this nightmare she had locked herself into.
He noticed what she was doing and this time when he lashed her with the cane he didn’t hold back and the cane dug deep, searing her flesh and making her bleed instantly like she had been covered in crepe paper.
“Say thank you” he demanded
“Thank you” Tracy screamed back at him, unable to do any more pushing and unable to think of anything other than the horrific pain her body was now undergoing.
He moved around the front of her and grasped her chin in his hand.
“look at me” he demanded, and she looked into his eyes as she took another deep breath in and this time pushed down with everything she had while she had the chance.
Her vagina was stretched to capacity again, it was burning all around now, her clitoris stung with the stretching it was enduring and she could feel whatever it was between her legs, pinning them wide open.
She tried to push them together slightly, to clamp it there, to take away some of the burning, if only for a moment.
There it was wedged half inside her and half outside and the winch as taught as possible against her flesh. She was bent back as far as she could go to relieve the pressure on her skin.
Between her legs she could feel drips of warm liquid where her skin was torn and blood was trickling down the inside of her thighs.
She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath and brace for the next one.
“ Look at me” He said, as he yanked her head towards him pulling her up against the bed and forcing her body toward him, the winch now taught again and tearing at her.
She opened her eyes and stared into his as she began panting “Please sir, please it’s too much,, please” she said as he looked at her. Her breathing was now erratic; it was all she could do to get a lung full of air.
As the machines powered up again she grasped the sides of the bed and held her gaze steady as he clenched her chin tightly.
Taking a deep breath in she began to push down, she could feel the skin tearing and peeling back and the thing inside her making its way further and further out of her body.
She tried to push down, bearing hard with all of her might, keeping his eye in the focus of her eye the whole time. How she hated that smile, how she wished he could feel what she was going through right now, she wanted him to feel it, to know what it felt like, even if it was just for one second.
As her eyes where fixed and her attention was on her push she didn’t notice him raise his hand. As the contraction began to peak and the thing inside her was being torn from her he slapped her hard across the face, her head flung out of his grasp sideways and he laughed.
Catching her lip and bursting it open, her focus was halted and her push ceased. Her body shook forward and she screamed out in agony.
The thing was stuck now, half in and half out, she tried to push down, she even tried to pull forward in the hopes that it would pull out but it hurt her too much, it felt as though it was ripping her womb out with it as it came.
The man stood up and unzipped his pants, taking his cock in his right hand and grasping her chin again firmly with his left, he started to rub himself , playing energetically. He was already so hard, Tracy could see how much he was enjoying her misery.
She didn’t want to look him in the eyes, she didn’t want to see him at all. He held her fast as he played and she could feel the motions of his other arm as they passed through his body making him sway her head slightly with his other arm.
As the never-ending waves of the machines began again he moved in, pushing himself against her cheek as he played.
Her body twisted left and right, her cunt was being ripped open as the winch turned, intent on doing its damage. The contraction was peaking as the intrusion finally slipped out from inside her and as it did she was yelling for mercy.
The man exploded across her face and used his fingers to smear it over her cheeks and into her mouth as he squeezed her mouth open with his fingers. Her knees buckled and her weight fell onto her wrists. Something was there, swinging between her legs, she could feel the weight of it as it swung like a pendulum from side to side.
Zipping himself up the man left her there.
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