Day Eight
The contorted, goo covered, face of Susan appeared on screen. In spite
of the fact that it had been going on for over a week the images of his girls
being abused still horrified Robert. He could never get desensitized to the
terrible things that appeared on his TV screen.
Susan's mouth was spread wide by a ring gag forced up behind her teeth.
Watery, thin cum ran down over thicker splotches of sperm plastered to Susan's
face. It looked like the bikers had just finished spewing their loads on her.
The camera focused in close on Susan's head. The slime was vivid and distinct,
the image was horribly clear, Robert wanted to vomit. It looked like Susan was
bent forward. The camera zoomed out slowly and he could see Susan's wrists
clamped to a board running in front of her chest. Susan's breasts flopped down
on the wood between her manacled wrists. She sat on what looked like a bench,
her legs were spread wide and were locked to the floor with shackles. The
camera moved in on her tits, Robert felt his head throbbing and he thought he'd
pass out when he saw the flash of metal in Susan's nipples. As the camera
zoomed in further he realized why she leaned forward the way she did, rising
from the top of her taut breasts were nails. The camera moved in and he saw the
bloody specks that surrounded the nails driven through her flesh. Her nipples
had been pulled to points and the nails had been driven vertically through her
dark buds. Cum ran down from Susan's face and dripped from her chin over her
stretched and impaled breasts. Slowly the camera moved down to where Susan's
body met the bench. Robert's arms went numb when he saw Susan's labia pulled
taut and the nails driven through the skin. Blood dried on the wood and mixed
with cum that ran in lines down over her belly. Robert could hear Susan crying
softly as her stomach muscles twitched.
The camera suddenly swung off Susan and focused on Rod. He was naked
and grinned maniacally into the screen.
"Hey Buddy. Let's clean up your girl before the cum dries too much."
Rod took hold of his member and aimed his cock at Susan's face. A golden stream
arched towards Susan's open mouth. Susan instinctively tried to jerk away from
the warm stream but the nails in her tits kept her locked in place. It seemed
like Rod would piss forever, the golden arc splattered over Susan's face mixing
with the cum already plastered to her cheeks. Robert watched in horror as the
stream of piss filled Susan's gaping mouth.
Seemingly from all directions multiple arcs of piss shot at Susan's face.
The camera zoomed out and caught the other bikers joining Rod in spraying Susan.
The golden shower continued to rain down over her bound body as biker after
biker stepped up and let go over Robert's oldest daughter. Susan closed her
eyes, she twisted her head side to side trying to avoid the streams seeking her
open mouth, but there was nothing she could do. In vain she tried to pool the
piss in her mouth and then spit it up but the bikers seemed to experts in their
aim and Susan desperately had to swallow the vile liquid in order to keep up and
take much needed air in.
Robert thought it would never stop, it seemed like a never ending
procession of bikers let loose on Susan. When they finally stopped Susan's face
was clear of cum, but it looked as though she was a drowned rat. Robert could
hear her sobbing in between the convulsions of her stomach as she gagged on the
vile piss she'd been forced to swallow. Her breasts stretched against the nails
as her body was racked with coughs and heaves. Susan's hair was plastered to
her head and face. Stringy lines of hair were weaved and matted together. Rod
stepped in front of the camera as the warm urine ran down Susan's body to the
floor below.
"Hey Buddy, how's it going? We had to teach your little girl a lesson,
I really didn't want to have to use the nails, or give her the golden
shower--personally, I think it's disgusting-but your girl, she was being such a
little bitch this morning she was asking for it." Rod just looked at the
soaking creature bound to the frame. "This wasn't the plan for today, really,
but I guess it'll have to do. Little Melissa has sure been a lot of fun for me
and the boys, though I don't think she's really got any sleep since she became a
woman yesterday. I sure can't get enough of that tight little pussy-and believe
me, she's still pretty tight-ah, youth. In fact, I think she's still at it
now." The camera moved off Rod and focused in on a mattress laying near the
wall. Robert could barely make out the flailing legs as his daughter's. She
was pinned between two huge bikers, one was on his back, Melissa was on her
belly on top of him with another man riding her. She was sandwiched between the
two as they pummeled her body with their cocks. Robert couldn't see her torso,
just her legs coming out the sides of the two hulking forms raping her.
"Don't worry about seeing what happened to Susan today Buddy," the
camera flashed back to Rod, "we learned our lesson this time, we remembered to
catch Suzy's little ordeal on tape. I know you wouldn't have wanted to miss
it." Rod smiled for the camera sadistically. "We thought about using big old
nails but finally we settled on smaller ones, for now at least. One of the boys
wanted to use screws, but I thought that was just too much." Rod moved close to
Susan, the piss dripped to the floor off her body. Rod looked up at the camera
made a face and shook his head. "I sure don't want to touch that." Rod
gestured toward Susan. "I should get your wife over here and clean this area
up. Speaking of your wife, Doc used some old sewing thread to stitch up her
lips, I don't suppose the girls at the country club will admire Karen's face
much anymore, but she should be able to suck a mean dick again in a week or
two?" Rod smirked at the camera. "I suppose you don't want to hear me rattle
on anymore. I bet you want to see old Suzy get nailed." Rod shook his head and
smiled. "Sorry Bud, I apologize, that's a horrible pun but I had to do it. Let
me get serious for a second, I've been thinking, I still think you're a scum and
I shouldn't give you any breaks at all, but I know you've tried with the money.
No, don't get too happy, I'm not going to let you get off, but given the nature
of business, well $55 million, it might have been too much to ask, so here's the
deal: $10 million, get me $10 million more and well, we'll be even." Robert's
mouth was dry. $10 million or $25 million it didn't really matter, both numbers
were more than he could come up with, he guessed Rod knew as much too, it was
just a way to torture him and his girls even more.
"How's that Buddy? I'll let you think about it, but not for too long,
after all, who knows what will happen to your girls?" Rod stared impassive at
the screen.
"Well Buddy, sit back, enjoy the show. I don't want to ruin it, but
when that nail goes through Suzy's tit, I just couldn't help myself, it turned
me on so much." Robert heard a scream in the background and a dog's barking,
his spine stiffened.
"Scooby's at it again Buddy. He's taken a fixin' to Jamie. We're
thinking about putting on a show. Don't worry Buddy, any money we make, well,
I'll take that off the total you owe me, just to be fair." Rod broke into a
roaring laugh. "Hey Buddy, maybe you want me to take Jamie and Scooby out on
the road, maybe we could do a couple hundred shows and you won't have to come up
with more money at all? Though, I'm not sure Jamie's cunt could take that much,
Scooby's knot is pretty damn big when he gets excited, and Jamie's still a tight
little girl. It was quite a sight when he finally managed to tie in the other
night." Jamie's screams echoed through the warehouse, it was nonstop, the dog
continued to bark along with her. Robert's mind envisioned every instant of the
horrible scene.
"Well Buddy, sit back and enjoy the show. Maybe we'll tape Scooby and
Jamie tonight and put it on the tape tomorrow as a bonus. She hasn't really
learned how to relax and just let him ride her yet, she still fights a lot
still, it makes it worse for her, but I think Scooby likes it. I think he wants
little pups really bad."
The screen went blue for a minute then started up again. When the image
reappeared Rod stood clothed in the frame. Susan struggled fruitlessly in the
grasp of two men as they held her arms tight, her face was bright red with
exertion.
"Noooo! Nooooo!" The two men dragged Susan to what Robert already
recognized as the wood frame she was to be nailed to. It looked like it had
been quickly put together. The low bench was bolted to the floor and the two
men carried Susan to the frame and made her sit on the horizontal board. Her
ankles were pulled wide and locked to bolts in the floor with chains and leather
collars. A long piece of wood ran horizontally a couple feet above the seat of
the frame, steel manacles had been bolted into place on the elevated board, the
two bikers quickly locked Susan's wrists in the steel. Bound as she was she was
still able to sit upright, Susan tugged desperately on the restraints, but the
frame was solid wood and didn't budge in the least.
"Hey Buddy, its time for a little punishment session. You're little
girl has been such a little bitch this morning and I've just had enough. For
your sake I've remembered to start rolling the cameras. Actually, I think your
wife might be pleased that Susan took the center of stage from her today, we'd
had some interesting things planned for her, but alas, a schedule is only for
bureaucrats. It's always been my belief that one should take opportunities when
they present themselves." Rod moved close to Susan, she stared up at him but
tried to cower away with her body. Robert could see her lips quivering as she
sobbed and begged under her breath. Rod just laughed at the fear he roused in
the girl and looked back at the camera. "Little Suzy was being really difficult
this morning Buddy and I just got fed up, she doesn't know what I've got planned
for her, but I think you're going to enjoy it at least, I doubt she will." Rod
grabbed for one of Susan's tits and tugged it forward so the soft flesh rested
on the board as she was forced to lean forward, Susan yelped as he pinched her
nipples between his fingers. When Rod let go of her breast Susan arched back
away from the wood. Rod again grabbed for her tit and pulled her forward, but
again when he let go Susan leaned back. Rod looked at the camera and smiled,
Robert had the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach again.
"We've got to do something about that Buddy, Susan here has volunteered
to blow all the boys, but she can't very well do that leaning back like that.
I'm afraid she's going to be so occupied making the boys cum, I don't want to
make her think about leaning forward too, hum, what should we do?" Rod rubbed
his forehead as if in deep thought. Robert wanted to scream at the TV.
"I've got an idea!" Rod disappeared off camera for a minute. When he
was gone the camera zoomed in on Susan's face as she stared off screen. Her
body twitched as she awaited her fate. Rod reappeared quickly, Robert knew he
was just putting on a show for him, he saw the hammer and nails in Rod's hand.
"I've got just the thing Buddy, it'll keep Suzy from moving, but I'm
afraid it's going to leave a little mark." Rod pulled a nail out of the box, it
was probably 3" long, it wasn't incredibly thick, but Robert's stomach turned at
the thought of it puncturing Susan's skin nonetheless.
"I guess on a positive note Susan won't need to go get piercings later
on, we could probably use the holes to hang some pretty jewelry from later."
Susan started shrieking. She pulled desperately on the manacles holding her
wrists. Her bottom rose off the wood bench as she tried to work herself out of
the bonds. The wood frame shook and thudded against the floor but it didn't
budge. The heavy wood creaked and held Susan locked firm. Rod just smiled at
the camera as he watched Susan's hopeless struggle.
"Buddy, watching Suzy fight, I think we need to do something to keep her
seated too. She can't very well swallow cock moving around like that." Two
huge bikers moved from the shadows to either side of Susan. Her eyes followed
them in horror as they moved close and took up position. Each man grasped her
at the shoulders and pushed her down to the bench, Susan's screams stopped but
she was far from silent, she was begging incoherently. Rod held one of the long
nails up in front of Susan's face. She was blubbering with tears streaming down
her cheeks. Rod looked over his shoulder at the camera.
"Let's start with the tits Buddy." Susan started screaming as Rod
reached for her nipple. She tried to stand and pull away but the bikers held
firm to her shoulders. Rod pinched the delicate nub and pulled it forward onto
the board. Susan had to lean forward due to the encouragement of the bikers
holding her.
"Please, Please, please, you can't..." Rod held Susan's nipple tight and
pulled it into position. Susan continued to plead as the sharp tip of steel
touched her skin.
"I think that's about the right spot, don't you boys?" Rod asked
rhetorically to the men holding Susan, he pushed the tip of the nail to the base
of Susan's nipple. Her screams were terrible and drowned out any response the
bikers might have given, though none was really needed.
The hammer seemed to rise as if in slow motion. Rod lifted it from his
side and brought it up to the level of his shoulder. With his free hand he held
the steel tip of the nail against Susan's breast. A small drop of blood oozed
from the skin as he pushed the nail barely through her delicate flesh.
The loud ring of metal against metal confirmed what Robert already knew
would happen. The blow was perfect and the sharp metal drove completely through
Susan's nipple in one motion. Robert didn't know how his daughter remained
conscious as the nail punctured her skin and drove into the wood below. The
camera zoomed in on Susan's newly pierced breast. A good 1/2" of the metal
protruded from her nipple still, the rest was in her tit and the wood. Even had
she wanted to rise off the cold steel, the wide cap on the head of the nail
would have made it impossible.
There was little time to absorb the horrible scene. Rod grabbed for
Susan's other breast and pulled the nipple forward. Lining it up with where
he'd already pounded her left breast into the board Rod pulled taut her right
breast. Rod didn't bother providing commentary, he poked the nail into Susan's
nipple and swung down with the hammer in one quick motion. After the blow the
bikers let go of Susan's shoulders, they no longer needed to hold her still with
the presence of the nails. Susan continued to scream unabated, the tears
streaked down her face as she arched her neck to look up at Rod, trying to beg
him to stop with her eyes. She had to lean forward awkwardly in order to take
the stress off her mangled breasts. Her young jugs rested on the wood while
Robert could hear Melissa wailing in the background.
"Pleeeaaasssse!" Susan begged without hope. Rod turned to the camera.
"Isn't that pretty Buddy, she's in perfect cocksucking position, well,
almost." Rod bent down between Susan's spread legs. She tried to bring her
knees together but the way her ankles were locked wide to the floor she could do
little to close the space between her thighs. Susan's hips bounced on the bench
as Rod grabbed for the lips of her sex. She let out a pathetic squeak at the
touch of his hand, the sound was animal and instinctive, it was a desperate
sound.
"I think we could use a few more nails to really hold her in the proper
position, don't you Buddy?" Rod looked back over his shoulder and grinned at
the camera.
"Boys?" The two bikers moved back to Susan's shoulders and clamped there
hands down holding her in place, forcing her hips into contact with the wood.
Rod moved to the side slightly so the camera could pick up his movements better.
He pulled the flesh of Susan's labia to the board and stretched it taut.
"I can't take as big a swing here Buddy so I'll have to hit the nail a
couple times." Susan started pleading desperately as the sharp point of steel
touched her most intimate flesh. The camera caught the white lupine glint of
Rod's teeth as he smiled.
True to his word Rod could take only small swings at the nail. Robert
saw Susan's whole body jerk in pain as the first strike of the hammer hit the
nail. Rod couldn't get enough force behind the blows to penetrate through the
skin in one shot. The blood seeped around the first puncture. On the fourth
blow the nail was finally buried deep enough in the wood to satisfy Rod.
Susan's screams had gone silent. As the camera panned out Robert could see her
head slumped over on the board. She came to screaming as Rod started pounding
on the second nail, her body convulsed in a spasm of pain and shock. When the
second nail was in place the bikers let go of Susan's shoulders and Rod stood
back to the side, almost giddy he ran his hand through Susan's stringy blond
locks.
"Now that's the perfect position for a cocksucker!" Susan was bent at
the waist, her head was pulled forward over her impaled breasts. Small pools of
red formed on the bench where she sat. Her head bobbed between sobs. "I think
I'll let the boys go first since they did such a good job of holding her in
place!" Rod ran his hand over Susan's cheek wiping away the tears.
"Ah, they're ready." The two bikers moved in front of Susan, they were
naked below the waist. From Robert's perspective both their cocks were
impossibly huge. Roughly one of them grabbed the back of Susan's head and
pulled her mouth over his cock. Robert heard his daughter gag as the biker
forced the whole length of his cock into her throat, her face went bright red as
she struggled to breathe. Robert could see the grotesque bulge in her throat as
the biker left his cock impaled deep in her mouth. Susan's body writhed and
jerked instinctively as she fought for air. The skin of her breasts went taut
as her upper body convulsed and tugged at the nails. Only slowly did the biker
ease his massive pole out of Susan's mouth. As the long shaft inched out of her
gaping jaws a glistening trail of saliva hung from Susan's lips and attached to
the rampant cock like a string. Robert could see Susan's chest heave as she
took in much needed air around the intruding cock. Robert could see the biker's
body quiver in pleasure as the warm air Susan took in buffeted his member.
Roberts mouth was so dry, he could no longer feel anything as he watched
the biker's cock plunge into Susan's spread jaws once again. The scene was too
much for him, he wanted to turn off the tape but he knew he couldn't. It was
too much for the biker as well, he'd barely driven his cock within the warm
confines of Susan's mouth again before he spurted his load. Robert could tell
by the way Susan's eyes shot open and her head jerked back that he'd cum. The
biker's hands were quickly at the back of Susan's head holding her on his penis.
A white flow of cum bubbled and seeped around the massive cock still thrust in
Susan's mouth. The biker's eyes were closed and the pleasure was obvious in his
face. He would have kept his pole buried in Susan's smooth mouth but one of the
waiting rapists ripped at his shoulders and his cock slid free of Susan's mouth
with an audible pop.
The next biker in line buried himself to the hilt immediately. Robert
watched in horror as he too quickly came in Susan's mouth. On and on it went,
biker after biker stepped up and Susan could do nothing to stop them, there was
no longer shock in her face when they spewed their loads down her throat, the
skin of her breasts stretched, but she no longer jerked against the nails. Some
bikers blew their loads in her mouth causing a constant stream of cum to bubble
and froth around her lips, while other's plastered her face with their white
juice. Robert watched in disgust as the bikers' took handfuls of Susan's
gorgeous block locks in their hand's and used it as a towel to clean their spent
members.
Rod took his turn midway through the action after they'd forced a ring
gag up behind Susan's teeth to keep her aching mouth open. Robert's eyes locked
on the scar at the back of Rod's neck and wished he'd never even started the
company.
The thick muscles of Rod's back convulsed and bulged as she shot his load
deep in Susan's gullet. When Rod was done more bikers stepped forward for their
turn at Robert's little girl. Robert didn't pay attention to details, it was
all a blur, he knew the ending already, the image of Susan's mouth filled with
piss made him want to vomit.
Bikers were still stepping forward to the tortured girl when Robert
finally hit the stop button on the remote control.
To Be Continued...
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