Day Ten(and Eleven)
It was the tenth day since his family had been kidnapped and it passed
without any contact from Rod or the bikers, Robert was in a panic. He'd tried
desperately to get hold of Lisa but he couldn't get her at all; not at work, not
at home, not on her cell phone... Robert couldn't believe how horrible
everything was going, he was in hell, first his family, and now his secretary,
he should have told her from the start to protect her.
Robert had barely slept since Lisa had stormed out of his house. He had
to meet with his bankers on the eleventh day, though he was in no condition to
do so. During the whole meeting he'd sweated profusely, he looked horrible, he
had dark bags under his eyes but on the whole the meeting had gone well. The
bankers were still consumed with doubts about his unusual withdrawals and
activities, but they'd agreed to a new line of credit for him, with loans of
almost $5,000,000 Robert hoped it would be enough for Rod.
Robert gasped when he walked through his front door, he couldn't believe
his eyes. In the middle of the room, bent over the ottoman, was Lisa. She was
completely naked, her body was bent forward over the little stand, her wrists
and knees were tied to the frame, she was motionless. Robert slammed the door
shut behind him. There was a videocassette resting in the small of her back. In
ragged red letters painted over her skin it said: "Insert Here", then a arrow
was drawn down pointing at her anus.
Robert raced to where Lisa knelt and got down beside her gently lifting
her head. Her hair was coated with dry sperm, her eyes were vacant and stared
through him. Robert let go of Lisa's head and started untying her wrists. She
whimpered softly as he undid the tight knots, when he finally had all the rope
off he managed to get her up onto the couch. He went into the kitchen for some
water. Robert held her gently as he poured the cold liquid down her throat.
For the first time he noticed the rings in her nipples, they were definitely not
jewelry. Robert took the cold blue steel between his fingers, Lisa cried out as
he twisted the steel in his hands. He noticed the small drops of blood around
the loops, then he saw the piercings in her labia and the small brass lock that
held the two steel loops together. Lisa moaned in pain as Robert let go of the
steel and rest her back on the couch. He looked around desperately for the keys
to the lock but there were none, then he saw the videotape lying on the floor.
It was painful to touch, his arm shook as he picked up the black plastic. He
could feel the rage flow through him. Robert raced to the garage and found his
bolt cutters.
Lisa had passed out, as carefully as he could Robert cut the welded steel
from Lisa's breasts and sex. When he'd finally got the metal bands out of her
body Robert carried Lisa upstairs and put her in bed. He applied salve to her
wounds and covered her with soft blankets.
Robert trembled in horror as he pushed the tape into the VCR.
"Hey Buddy, I guess you found our gift? When did you get rid of old Mrs.
Richardson and replace her with that darling Lisa? I guess Mrs. Richardson
wasn't giving it up?" Rod chuckled. "Though, I know you haven't been getting
any off Lisa either. We were all pretty pissed when we caught her following us
after we'd tried to deliver Day 10's video. We thought you'd had her try and
follow us, but after a little gentle persuasion we'd found out that you hadn't
told her anything at all, that she'd found the tapes and tried to trail us all
on her own. She's quite a devoted secretary, actually, she told us how much
she cares about you while we were torturing her for information, but I guess
you'll see that later." Rod grinned from ear to ear.
"Actually I hope that you've upgraded the health coverage at the company
Buddy, I think Lisa is going to need a trip to the abortionist, she got pumped
full of daddy juice and you might want to take care of that. By the way, did
you like our little add ons to her body? I'll send along the key for the lock
tomorrow, or maybe the next day? Lisa screamed like a banshee when we did the
spot welds, but I guess you'll see that in a few minutes, if I could ever learn
to shut up." Rod walked to his left, on the floor in front of him were three
cages. Susan, Jamie and Melissa all knelt within their own steel boxes.
Melissa recoiled as far back in her cage as she could when Rod tried to touch
her through the bars.
"Well Buddy, enjoy the show." The tape flashed with snow for an instant
before a wide shot of the warehouse appeared on screen. Robert could see Lisa
being dragged across the floor toward the camera. She was blindfolded and
gagged, she thrashed in the grasp of the three men that held her off the ground,
her blond hair waved as she fought desperately. Two men held Lisa's shoulders
while another held her legs, the three easily threw her down on a huge flat
table. Robert could see the metal rings inset in the wood, the table didn't
even creak as Lisa's body thudded on the heavy frame. She squirmed around as
the men pinned her flat to the surface. One at a time the bikers' locked Lisa's
wrists and ankles into the metal loops securing bolts tight underneath the table
to tighten them. When they were through Lisa was spread-eagled on the wood
surface.
Rod stepped into the frame, his face was red with rage. He ripped the
blindfold from Lisa's head.
"What the fuck do you think your doing sending this little slut to spy on
us?" Rod screamed at the camera, he held a gleaming steel hunting knife in the
air. With a deft flick of the blade the knife sliced through Lisa's blouse in a
single swipe. The smooth white material parted easily. With a few more
delicate cuts her shirt was gone. Lisa's eyes followed the brilliant steel
weaving over her body, her eyes were wide and terror filled.
Rod continued his masterful knife work, it took mere seconds to do away
with the black skirt Lisa wore. The muscles of her arms and legs corded and
strained against the metal loops holding her spread-eagle to the table. Lisa's
chest rose and fell in huge heaves as she hyperventilated. The white lace of
her bra was cut quickly, and cleanly, in one pass of the knife. Robert had
always imagined what Lisa's breasts were like, they'd always looked perfect to
him through her clothes, seeing them free of the white lace fulfilled all his
expectations, though he never would have dreamed, or hoped, that it would have
happened like this.
"Nice tits Buddy!" Rod glared at the screen as he ran the edge of the
blade against Lisa's smooth skin. The sharp steel slid precariously over the
delicate flesh. Lisa's nipples went hard as the fine edge trailed over her dark
buds.
With one more flick of the knife Rod sliced Lisa's panties from her hips.
She lay naked and spread-eagle on the wood, her thighs bulged as she desperately
tried to close her legs. Robert couldn't help but stare at the confluence of
his secretary's legs and the small patch of blond hair. Lisa's stomach
convulsed and throbbed, every muscle seemed to contract as she tried fruitlessly
to break free of the bonds that held her.
"Let's get some answers from this little slut!" Rod faced the camera, in
his hand he held a pair of vice grips. Lisa thrashed her head from side to side
as Rod turned toward her and grabbed for the wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth.
The long ribbon of black silk he pulled from between her lips was moist with
saliva.
"With these vice grips I can adjust the tension, and the pain!" Lisa
shrieked as Rod closed the cold steel of the vice grips on her left nipple.
Robert could see the soft flesh crushed between the small ridges of the clamp.
Lisa's screams echoed through the large warehouse.
"Why were you following us? Doesn't Robert have the guts to do it
himself?" Rod twisted Lisa's tit, the golden flesh wrinkled as he turned the
pliers in his hand.
"OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW, PLLLLEEEEEAASSSSSSE, STTOOOOPPPP!!!!" Lisa's screams
were piercingly high.
"I...I...was...I followed you......pleasssse...." Rod released the vice
grips from Lisa's breast. The vile red indention's from the metal teeth of the
pliers were clearly visible on her skin. Lisa sobbed uncontrollably, her scared
tit shuddered as she wailed, panting out the words.
"I found the tapes, I followed when the last delivery was made, I..." Rod
moved between Lisa's spread thighs, he closed the vice grips on one of Lisa's
sex lips.
"You mean that fucking asshole didn't tell you to follow me?" Rod
squeezed shut the pliers pinching Lisa's labia between the steel teeth.
"NOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOO, PLLLEEEEEEAASSSEEEE!" Rod pulled up on Lisa's
intimate flesh till her skin was taut. Her screams were terrible, Robert
thought she'd pass out, he didn't know how she didn't, her face was bright red
as her head slammed back onto the wood with a horrible thud.
"Please, he didn't tell me anything, I found the tapes, I..." Rod
released the vice grips. Lisa's screams seemed more tortured than before.
"Please, please stop this..." Lisa could barely choke out the words. Rod
moved over her chest, his evil figure loomed above her body. He held the vice
grips out where she could see them.
"You're telling me that that cock sucker didn't tell you to follow me!"
Rod moved the pliers slightly towards Lisa's chest and she exploded.
"NO, NO, NO, Nothing, nothing! Please!" Lisa trailed off in violent
sobs. "Please!" Rod set the vice grips on the table next to Lisa's shuddering
body. He reached out and cupped her breast, his fingers prodded deep into her
soft mound.
"Why would follow us? Why would you put yourself at risk if Robert
didn't tell you to?" Lisa groaned in shame as Rod manipulated her breast, she
remained silent as tears streamed down her cheeks, make up trailed down over her
pretty face.
Rod gestured toward the vice grips and Lisa shot back to life.
"I was trying to help, I..." she trailed off. Rod let go of Lisa's tit
and moved between her legs, he started playing with her sex.
"I see, you're fucking him!"
"No, no, I..." Lisa moaned as Rod hit the right spot, her eyes rolled
back in her head.
Lisa started screaming as Rod pinched her clit between his nails.
"Tell me bitch!" Lisa wailed like a child, her hips bucked against the
wood as she tried to pull away from Rod's violent touch.
"I love him, I love him." Lisa blurted out in pain. "I love him!" Rod
let go of her delicate nub and ran his hand over her smooth belly.
"And you're not fucking him. What, doesn't he like sex?" Lisa sobbed,
her chest was racked with spasms.
"He doesn't know!" Her words were masked by tears but both Rod and Robert
clearly understood what she'd said. Lisa tilted her head to the side, her blond
locks spread out on the wood, her eyes were closed.
"That's an interesting development." Rod moved his hand over Lisa's
legs. "Very interesting indeed." He turned to the camera and smiled.
"I don't know how you do it Buddy, there must be something in those
narrow, gutless, shoulders of yours." Rod's wolf like incisors seemed to glow
in the light. "I really didn't expect this Buddy, I thought we'd have some fun
torturing this slut for information but I didn't expect this." Rod smacked
Lisa's tit, the soft flesh jiggled. Again and again he slapped Lisa's breasts
till they grew red, she yelped in pain as her breasts flopped on her chest.
"Hum?" Rod ran his hand though his short hair, then across his throat,
then the screen went blue. Robert felt his heart thudding in his chest, he
thought about Lisa upstairs in the bed. His palms were sweaty. He got to his
feet just as Rod reappeared on screen.
"Sorry about that Buddy, I was just a little surprised, I really don't
know how you do it. You've got one hot piece of ass with Karen and then you get
your secretary to fall in love with you too. I don't know how you do it?"
Robert felt his body go numb and he collapsed back on the couch. He knew it was
coming again, whatever they'd done to Lisa he'd now see it in exquisite detail.
The camera shifted to Rod's left, Lisa had her hands pulled behind her
back and they were chained above. She was on her knees with her ankles spread
wide, almost perpendicular to her torso. Her head fell forward and her hair
dangled loose. Robert could see her sobbing. Rod moved in front of Lisa and
grabbed a clump of hair, he turned her face so she looked directly at the
camera, her jaws were spread wide by a ring gag jammed up behind her polished
white teeth. Lisa's pendulous breasts hung enticingly beneath her body.
"You beat me to fucking Karen Buddy, but you're not going to beat me to
Lisa." Rod let go of Lisa's head and it hung limp from her shoulders. Robert
could hear her hollow screams of protest as Rod dropped his pants to reveal his
massive erect cock. Rod prodded Lisa's face with his member trailing pre-cum
over her cheeks.
"Bet you wish you would have fucked her now, don't you Buddy? It's going
to be sloppy seconds from now on!" Rod moved up behind Lisa's kneeling body,
her legs strained against the restraining ropes as she felt him slide in between
her spread legs, the tension in her upper arms was clearly visible as Rod
clamped down on her hips with his hands.
Rod bellowed out as he slammed forward deep into Lisa's unwilling body,
her head arched toward the ceiling, her long hair cascaded as he buried his cock
in her belly. It was a brutal display, Rod pounded into Lisa from behind, her
body rocked forward with each thrust torquing her wrists with the violent
rutting. The horrible sound of flesh on flesh was vividly caught on tape.
Lisa's screams were no match for the tortuous fucking. Rod clamped his hands on
Lisa's swaying breasts and squeezed with all his might. Robert wanted to be
sick, he couldn't believe it was happening again...
If not for the rope holding her in place the force of Rod's fucking would
have driven Lisa to her belly, instead the ropes creaked and her muscles and
ligaments strained as he flooded her pussy with cum. Lisa's head dangled limp
as Rod disengaged his cock from her battered sex. He stood and smiled
maniacally towards the camera. A line formed behind Lisa's tortured body,
another biker slammed into her belly before Rod had even left the screen, yet
another forced his massive penis into the ring gag in Lisa's mouth.
Robert couldn't take it, he pushed the fast forward button on the remote
control. He watched a high speed circus of the bikers' gang banging Lisa. Even
at high speed the rape was no less vile, just faster. It took mere seconds at
high speed for the biker's to sate their passions and spew their load in, or on,
his secretary. Robert hit the play button again when Rod reappeared on screen.
"...have to add some jewelry to your girl." The camera zoomed in on
Lisa's cum covered face. Thick slugs of sperm trailed down her lips and hung
from her chin. Robert didn't bother to rewind the tape and hear the rest of
what Rod had said, he knew already what was going to happen. Rod held up a long
steel skewer for Robert to see. Two bikers unbound Lisa and stood her up. She
didn't have the strength to fight as they untied the ropes from her legs. The
pair easily carried her to a small bench and laid her out on her back. Lisa
didn't struggle as they bent her over the wood perpendicular to the bench so she
rested on the small of her back. The bikers' pulled her arms and legs wide and
tied them to the ends of the bench. When they were finished Lisa almost looked
like a cross, her skin glistened in the light as sperm coated her body. Her
head hung flaccid over the side of the wood, she didn't even react as Rod
started squeezing her tits.
"Now the fun part!" Lisa screamed and her head jerked upright as Rod
pressed the sharp point of the metal skewer against the base of her nipple. The
gleaming metal punctured the skin easily and slid through the other side.
Lisa's eyes locked on the hideous metal rod piercing her breast, then she passed
out. Rod quickly inserted a dull steel ring through the hole in Lisa's tit.
Robert recognized the metal ring immediately as the one he'd removed.
Lisa was jolted to life as Rod moved to her other breast and pressed the
skewer through the skin, she came to screaming then faded off to a soft whimper
as Rod inserted the second ring.
Robert thought he'd be sick as Rod moved between Lisa's spread legs. Her
desperate pleas went unanswered, Robert had never heard such horrible sounds
from another human being as he did when Rod pierced Lisa's delicate sex lips.
Her body jerked in the bonds as Rod jabbed the steel rings through the jagged,
bloody, openings he'd punctured. The camera zoomed in on the rings attached to
Lisa's body, the unsealed ends were dotted with red.
"Let's lock them in place now!" The blinding flash of the torch exploded
on screen. Lisa's screams were worse than anything Robert could ever imagine
when Rod sealed the first ring in her nipple. The red hot steel sizzled as one
of the bikers dumped a bucket of water over Lisa's seared flesh.
After each weld Lisa passed out, each time she did one of the biker's
snapped a smelling salts caplet under her nose to revive her. It was agonizing
to watch her revived to the insufferable pain she was experiencing.
Rod snapped the small brass lock between the two rings in Lisa's labia.
Thick white sperm continued to seep from Lisa's swollen sex even after the locks
were in place. She was left writhing in a sobbing ball on the floor as the
screen went to snow. Robert could feel his face go pale and his legs went numb
as he tried to mount the stairs to the bedroom.
To Be Continued...
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