"Claire is the
ideal person for our needs gentlemen." Anne stated to the two men as she
smiled at Claire. "I have only one more question to ask now and I wanted
us to be together when I did so." She turned to face the men as
they came in from the adjoining room . "You saw
and heard everything she told me?" Claire looked up, electrified by Anne's
words. The two men smiled and nodded. They sidled across to Claire and took up
stances as two bodyguards might, one on either side of her chair. "Good.
You know then that this unfortunate young woman has a rather useless husband,
sexually speaking." Claire's mouth dropped open. In a stunned silence she
stared up at
Anne, a look of utter disbelief freezing upon her face. "You're in obvious
need of a good screw Claire." "Wha . . .what?" Claire stuttered. "You heard me
Claire." Anne said matter-of-factly.
"You need a good fucking. What's so bad about that? You'd be surprised how
many women are in the same boat." "I'm getting out of here."
Claire protested but as she tried to get up she was pushed back into her seat
by the two men who now held her still, one at each shoulder. Anne considered
Claire for a long second, then pushed her long black hair backwards across her
shoulder and smiled. "Ever wondered what it would be like to be screwed by
a dog Claire?"
"Wha......." In a daze Claire could only
scan the three figures before her in the hope of
finding sanity ... this had to be a dream ... a nightmare! "Don't be
disgusting." She screamed and she struggled to rise but was once more
slammed backwards so hard that the back of her head made a crack as it
contacted the solid sofa frame. "You're insane, all of you, insane."
Anne laughed loudly. "Insane? I don't think so you sweet girl. A little
perverted perhaps?" For a brief moment Anne looked introspective, as if
considering the truth of her own words, but then she smiled and said, "yes, a little perverted, but what the hell. Isn't
everybody?" She moved closer to the seated woman. Finally, as
she stood directly in front of her she looked down and
said, "well Claire, I'm sorry to be the harbinger of doom and all that,
but that's exactly why
we brought you here to be interviewed. You really believed I wanted this old
place redecorated
didn't you poor girl." Claire stared at Anne aware of the tightened grip
of the two men that
held her. "Let me go you sick bastards. Let me go!" "We'll
torture you until you agree to do it
Claire," Anne said firmly, capturing Claire's attention. "Would you
prefer that? To be tortured
until you agree? Perhaps some electric shocks to those pretty sensitive
tits?" Anne allowed the
words to hang in the air. Claire appeared numbed. She stopped struggling and
sank back into the
seat. "We'll do it if we have to, you know that by now." Anne's voice
was cold and intense.
"So. It's make your mind
up time Claire. Will you screw our doggie, or do we zap your pretty
tits?" "No . . . I won't do it, I won't do it." Claire sobbed
hysterically, "you can go to hell
you sick perverted bitch." Anne's smile barely curled her full red lips:
she threw a brief nod
to the men and said, "Okay bitch, then we do it your way." "No!
You can't do this to me!"
Claire shrieked as she was lifted from the chair by the two well-built men.
"No! Let . . me . .
go!" "Gag the bitch." Anne said, "and get her onto the trestle. Whilst Grant, the taller of
the
men, held her head in a vice-like grip Adam forced a rubber ball gag between
her clenched teeth
and rammed it home until it filled her mouth, silencing her piercing screams.
They lifted her
bodily and draped her across a carpenter's trestle positioned in the middle of
the room. Her
legs were forced wide apart and strapped to the rear trestle legs, then her
arms to the front
legs, then they passed a wide leather strap from the
trestle crosspiece around her waist and
cinched it so tightly that Claire yelped. Grinning in delight Anne moved in and
started to tuck
Claire's skirts up about her waist as if arranging a display mannequin. After
she had layered
the white petticoats in a satisfyingly provocative fashion she stepped back and
admired her own
handiwork. "Very very nice.
Yes, I have to admit it Claire, you do look enticing." And as
Claire struggled and cried Anne said, "and ready or not Claire, we're
bringing our dog in to
fuck you." She bent low and looked hard at Claire, smiling as she saw the
woman's mouth
contorted by the huge ball gag and tears pouring from her eyes. She forced
Claire's chin
upwards until their eyes met and smiled. "You'd be surprised Claire if you
knew just how many
times this has taken place throughout history, a woman getting a good humping
by a dog I mean.
Roman and Greek women .... the
French women that got it from the Nazis during the war ... the
Algerian women that got it from the French ... and of course the poor bastards
that got it in
even more. "Did you know that some of the girls that got fucked and
tortured down there were as
young as ten years old? Can you believe that Claire? Now that's really
perverted! Imagine that
if you can, a dog screwing a ten year old virgin." She kept on smiling as
Claire's tears flowed
more freely. "Aw c'mon Claire. At least you've
had your cunt filled by a normal cock before
now, so this won't be a completely new experience for you." She paused for
a second, grinned
and added, "but then again, perhaps it will be." "Bring him
in." Anne said brightly without
losing eye contact with her captive. It was Grant who led the huge German Shepherd dog across
the room to Claire, and with Adam's help the animals front paws were positioned
across Claire's
waist. They allowed the animal to drop slowly until it contacted Claire's body
and stepped
back. As soon as the dog had its freedom it began to hump like a mindless
automaton, driven by
instinct and encouraged by the bitch phenomes that
Anne had sprayed on Claire's fanny it bucked
and stabbed violently as it tried to find her vacant vagina. Stifled noises of
utter terror
escaped from Claire's gagged mouth as she struggled madly to evade the beast,
but within a
minute her eyes flew wide open in horror. The dog finally found her vaginal
entrance and sank
its shaft into her in one single uncompromising stroke. The poor woman's entire
body trembled
in an involuntary spasm as the powerful animal entered her, and then continuous
screams of
horror tore from her throat as the beast rocketed back and forth, it's paws
clasped around her
belly like steel straps kept it firmly mounted. As it took her she tried
desperately to move
but could not, and she descended into a continuous screaming hell as the beast
went on raping
her for a full fifteen minutes. The three observers watched in absolute
satisfaction. Then,
after what seemed like hours, the dog jerked rapidly several times and spewed it's seed against
Claire's cervix again and again, and then it stopped humping but remained
mounted on the
shivering helpless woman. "Dogs come really hard you know." Anne said
as they watched Claire
shivering in terror, "she felt it cum inside her alright, she'll have felt
every single fucking
squirt of gizz as he gushed." At that point she
looked at Grant and said, "nice thought isn't
it, knowing that she felt every single gushing drop go into her cunny." Grant smiled heavily.
"Nice doesn't even come close. That was fucking
fantastic Anne, the best I've ever seen." A
small shiver of pride ran down Anne's back. "I try." Anne smiled.
They left the dog on her
until it was ready and able to dismount. It was ten more minutes before its
penis ball-lock
allowed it to pull away from her, and as it dismounted they saw a stream of
white goo pour out
of Claire's distended vagina. "I've never seen anything like it,"
said Adam. "Seen a donkey in
ever seen in my whole life." Grant replied. Anne meanwhile glowed with
sadistic satisfaction.
"Want to see her get it again," she asked, "right now?" The
men shook visibly at her
suggestion. Anne looked down at the hapless Claire as she said, "my own
dog's in the back room,
and he's a really randy bastard. Would one of you like to go get him." "You mean it? You really
brought Ginger?" Anne nodded and smiled like an innocent schoolgirl
getting paid a compliment
by the Fons. "You watch this
one fellas. You know my Ginger,
he's a real randy bastard. Believe
me he'll give the bitch the shagging of her life."
CHAPTER TWO
Exactly one week later
Claire was again seated in what she now knew as the waiting room. With her were
the men and Anne. She was dressed in a white short dress that would have looked
appropriate on a teenage virgin but knew better than to complain. Complaints
brought pain, and she had had enough of that. Anne held a syringe in front of
her. "A dog can't ordinarily get a woman pregnant as you know Claire. But
with this stuff," she paused long enough to make sure that Claire was
focussed on the syringe which contained a bright yellow liquid, "anything
can get anyone pregnant." Claire
stared first at the syringe and then at Anne and slowly started to shake her
head from side to side. Would you like to have puppies Claire? Again Anne waved
the syringe. Claire shook her head numbly and then managed to find her voice.
"No, its . . . its impossible....it's .... "
Claire's voice feel away when she realised that Anne was perfectly serious. She
shuffled
forwards nervously to the front of her seat as if ready to make a run for it
but the two men moved in closer and she sank back again in extreme and obvious
panic. "If it's impossible...then this cant hurt you, can it Claire?"
"No. You wouldn't...you couldn't...for God's sake...you're a woman
too...don't you feel any pity..." Claire glanced around her ring of
captors in a plea for help, but saw instead faces distorted by lust. The two
men held Claire's shoulders and upper arms whilst Anne took off the blue needle
cover, held the syringe upright and squirted a small jet of the yellow
iridescent liquid into the air. She eyed Claire and was satisfied to see that
her frightened eyes were locked on the syringe, and laid the needle gently but
firmly along the inner side of Claire's outstretched left arm. Instinctively
Claire struggled but one of the men held her arm even more rigidly and Anne
insinuated the needle tip into a vein. Claire winced but didn't take her eyes
off he needle as it disappeared into her vein. The
yellow liquid was slowly expelled into her bloodstream and only then did the
men release their grip on her. Claire rubbed at the injection site and looked
up at Anne who was
smiling confidently. "No . . . it won't . . . work . . .it
won't. Oh please, for God's sake say
it won't work? Please...oh please." Claire looked desperately at each of
them in turn for
agreement but she was regarded without compassion. Slowly, as if going into
shock, her entire body began to shake. "Please . . . don't . . . don't
make me ..." she started to beg
hysterically, "please don't get me pregnant ...
not with ... not with ...oh God NO!" "Don't
make you pregnant with a dog?" Anne responded hatefully, "why Claire, a dog can't get a woman pregnant. You said so yourself so why be so concerned? Or perhaps you've changed
your mind about that?" From behind Grant stroked lasciviously at Claire's
shoulder. "How many could she have?" He asked without looking away
from Claire's heaving chest: her breasts were almost spilling from the top of
the low-cut bodice. "A whole human belly full, I would guess." Anne sniggered,
"six, maybe eight, or even ten?" Claire's gaze flashed from one
captor to the other.
Finally it rested upon Anne and tears started to stream from her terror-filled
eyes.. "No,
please Anne," Claire blurted out, "Ill do
anything you ask, anything, but don't do this to me.
Please, I beg of you?" Anne pursed her lips as if considering the matter.
"You'd allow us to torture your tits with electricity Claire, would you
offer that?"
It was the following day although
Claire had no way of knowing. As her eyes slipped into focus she looked around
but could not focus clearly. She was lying on a bed, that much she knew, but
sensed rather than saw the pure crisp whiteness of everything around her. Her
eyes narrowed as she stared towards the three figures that stood at the foot of
her bed: they were still and silent and she knew they were looking at her.
Then as her head began to swim around once more she flopped back against lace
trimmed pillows and drew
some deep breaths into her lungs. It didn't help. Her head still spun as if
she'd been heavily sedated, or was drunk.
"Hello Claire, welcome back."
"Wha . . . where . . I ..." Claire tried to
speak but the words choked in her dry throat.
"Yes, i'ts difficult to speak, but don't be afraid. Those awful effects
you're feeling will be gone in just a few more minutes. I'm afraid they're an
unavoidable side effect of the pregnancy drug we gave you."
Anne came to sit on the bed beside her and the two men remained where they
were.
Claire opened her eyes, focussed on Anne, and with some difficulty managed to
prop herself up on her elbows. "Wha..
" Claire coughed and started to speak once more, although her words
sounded short and forced. "What are you going to do to me?" She said
as she looked into Anne's face. "I'm going to help you."
Anne replied. "Help me?" Again she stared at Anne and focussed here
eyes. It was difficult, but becoming easier to see clearly. "You ... help
me? You bitch, you ..."
"No!"Anne interrupted, "you're the bitch my dear, or had you
forgotten your purpose here?" The angry look slipped quickly from Anne's
face and she continued to speak once more in an overly friendly tone. "You
offered us your tits Claire if we didn't give you to the dog again, do you
remember?" Claire's eyelids closed, her lips tightened. Anne smiled.
"I see you do remember. We turned them down," Anne took hold
of Claire's arm and shook her lightly, "we turned down your offer because
you are going to take our dog again. You do recall everything we said
don't you Claire?" "Bitch." Claire spat
back, but Anne merely smiled. "It's time to get puppy pregnant." Anne
said bluntly, "now, do you want me to help you or not?"
Claire finally opened her eyes. "You, help me. You're the bitch who's
doing all this to me. Do you really expect me to believe you or listen to a
single sick word that comes out of your slimy mouth?" Claire shook her
head and turned away sharply. "Very well brave one. Have it your way. I
was going to give you a sedative to make it easier on you, but now you can
forget that. You'll take the dog, and you'll feel ever damn jiggle of his stick
inside you." Anne's voice was razor sharp, her words designed to cut.
She turned and looked across her shoulder towards the men. "Pull the bitch
down
the bed and hold her there, I'm going to enjoy watching this." Almost
paralysed with fear Claire felt rough and powerful hands lift her to the bottom
of the bed and pull her legs apart. "Please . . . no! NO!" Claire shrieked
as she struggled, "PLEEEESE NOOOOHH..."
"Open her legs wide." Anne said viciously, "and you'd better tie
the bitches arms real tight. I want her really spread
and helpless." Then, as Claire screamed and rocked Anne hurriedly pushed
Claire's nightdress up her body until it was just beneath her breasts and as
she leant forwards her eyes met Claire's.
"Nice tits ... let's see them bounce a bit shall we?" She pushed the
night-dress up over Claire's breasts, baring them then slipped behind the men
and dropped onto the bed above Claire and looked into her face.
Even upside down she could tell that it was contorted with fear. "Now
bring it in," she said.
This time it was Adam who held her knees apart until his colleague returned
with the dog and as soon as she saw it Claire started to fight against him and
her bonds, swinging her hips and shoulders wildly, but within a few more
seconds the dog had been positioned with its front legs on the bed so that it
towered over
her belly. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Claire
slammed her head back against the mattress and struggled against the straps.
Claire's tear filled eyes focused on Anne. She was in turmoil, mentally
paralysed. And Anne knew it. With a sadistic smile she said, "now it's going to screw you bitch."
Anne nodded and the dog was released. Claire screamed and struggled wildly as
she felt the dog stab at her
vaginal area but it quickly found the entrance and sank into her. She bucked as
wildly as she could in an
effort to throw off the dog but her efforts were futile. The dog was in her now
and there was nothing she
could do to stop it fucking her. Again she howled out a long scream of anguish,
but was rewarded by
nothing less than the terrible sensation of the dog's huge shaft abutting
against her cervix.
Sexy isn't it, Anne whispered to her
friends, but already the men were in another world. Anne smiled
knowingly and deftly unzipped each of their flies then eased out the rampant
pricks. Slowly she began to
wank them, finding her own intense satisfaction grow as she did so, her own
arousal growing with each
moment as she watched Claire just lie there, her breasts bobbing as she was
taken by the dog. Five minutes
later two streaks of semen crossed Claire's naked body and the three of the were kneeling on the floor, their
faces beside hers.
Open your eyes bitch, Anne ordered and gripped Claire's cheeks hard until she
looked at them, her body
bobbing on the bed as the animal kept on raping her.
"The .... injection...." Claire stuttered
amidst the rapid thrusts, "it won't work...please ...it won't ... work
....?"
"Oh but of course it will." Anne sniggered. "When he comes he'll
knock you up, it's inevitable I'm afraid."
Claire threw her head from side to side and screamed NO ... but could not stop
the terror from going on and
on.
"How long will it take . . . for her to . . .?
"Give birth?" Anne said, interrupting Greg. She shook her shoulders.
"Same time as any other bitch I'd
guess, maybe eight weeks. Not sure, it was never taken to conclusion in the
laboratory." She gave a short
laugh. "At least not quite like this." Greg's eyes widened in
delight. "Eight weeks, that's all?"
"Uh huh." Anne nodded. "Why, does that excite you?"
The man rubbed his crotch and stared at Claire. "Does she know?"
Anne smiled wickedly and shook her head. "Not yet, but she'll know soon
enough. In a day or two shell
start puking, and after a week or so her belly will start swelling. Then it'll
swell very quickly, maybe
painfully, I don't know. Like I said, its never been done to a woman
before."
When she felt the dog approach its climax Claire she tried to throw it from
her, but the straps held her
firmly. "Now now, Claire." Anne taunted, "its cock has to stay
inside you for a while to let its spunk get right to your womb."
"NNOOOOO .......... NOOooooooooooo....." Claire screamed.
The dog seemed to quicken it's thrusts for just a few brief seconds and then it
was over. Claire lay still, virtually rigid and started to sob loudly. She
shook her head from side to side saying 'no' over and over, but it was a full
ten minutes later before it's cock-ball shrank sufficiently to allow it to
dismount the hapless woman.
Claire sobbed hysterically as the men released the straps and tried to bury
herself beneath the bedcovers.
"You can go to sleep now Claire, if you can that is" Anne laughed,
"by now those little wiggling sperms are ell on their to meeting your
eggs. Let's hope they have a very productive time huh?"
Over the next few days Claire
was bound and gagged and
repeatedly raped by Anne's two dogs.
It had become
so painful for Claire that she
struggled and screamed almost continuously as they took her. Then, after only a week, and just as Anne had
predicted, Claire began to throw up each morning. After throwing up, and no
longer caring that she was being watched, she moved pathetically to the morning
table set with breakfast.
"Well Claire." Anne said as the four of them sat around the table in the basement flat that they had created,
"we're very interested in how do you feel right now, knowing that you've
been knocked up by an animal. Is it a sexy feeling?"
"You are disgusting." Claire replied without even looking up. After swallowing a sip of fresh orange juice
she quite unemotionally added, "you are the most
evil bastard of a woman on the face of this earth and I hope you die from
cancer."
Anne and the two
men smiled to each other.
"My, that's graphic."
Anne retorted as she smiled, "but as for being a bastard, well, I think
you hold the title there don't you, I mean you're the one who's carrying little
bastards around in your belly Claire." After a pause during which Claire
ignored her visitors Anne continued in an exaggerated and swaggering tone.
"I wonder just how many little bastards you've got in there Claire, six, eight perhaps? And you know what Claire, I'm really
wondering what they'll look like."
Anne drew back a little feigning concern. "I suppose you must think
about that a lot too. Your
first pregnancy, and you don't even know what's in
your belly waiting to come out." Claire just managed to control her anger
and sat in numb silence, but she regarded Anne with acute and utter
hatred. Again Anne spoke. "It's
all so very exciting isn't it, this new
technology. Aren't you proud to be playing such a large part in this momentous
milestone in human genetic engineering."
Claire winced visibly, rushed across to
the sink and threw up violently.
Over the next six
weeks, after being thoroughly rinsed out, the two men delighted themselves in
raping Claire. Sometimes she was naked, but most
often they dressed her in provocative clothing of some kind.
A short black skirt and white
blouse at times, a white lace wedding gown or a pretty cotton nightdress were among
their favorites. And as her belly continued to swell
they enjoyed her all the
more.
"Much more
sexy to screw a pregnant woman," Anne remarked many times as she
watched the two men take turns to rape Claire. "Give it to her,"
she'd encourage them as Claire screamed in agony, "stick it right in, the
bitch can still take it deep."
Claire got bigger and bigger as the days and weeks passed and intercourse
became agonisingly painful for her. During that time
she had to be tied down to be taken, and it was always in the doggy position so
that the men could still get full penetration. Sometimes they silenced Claire
with a gag, and at other times they let her scream in pain, for by now Claire
could feel their semen whenever they blasted it into her distended pouch. As it
neared the end of the eighth week Claire's breasts were so hugely enlarged and
her abdomen so large that the beautiful Victorian maternity gown could barely
cover her. And whenever she her breasts and belly caused the white cotton to
sway in slow exotic rhythms of over the ripe womanhood. Finally at the
beginning of the ninth week Claire started to feel contractions and knew the
birth was near. Anne had carefully monitored her captive and was ready to take
advantage of the moment. Claire was led from her
make believe bedroom flat into
another corner of the large basement.
There a contraption which had a
leather padded 'U' shaped saddle some three inches wide was positioned on top
of a steel pole about three feet high. Leather straps hung from the saddle at
various points, and adjustable steel rods stuck out from the base and top of
the pole itself. Claire struggled but was pulled to it and bent forwards over
the saddle until it supported her just below her pregnant belly mound. She was
held there while Anne pulled three leather straps across her back. Claire
couldn't straighten even if they had not proceeded to tie off her arms and legs
to the floor rings as her already massive belly hung like an obscene distended baloon in front of the saddle.
When they had finished
their work her captors stood
back to view her. "That's
fantastic," Adam pronounced, "she looks like one of those figures
that they used to mount on the prow of old ships."
"Well, she
looks very helpless and very
fuckable to me." Anne remarked encouragingly.
Claire was indeed a sight to the men.
Her once decorous bodice now
failed in it's purpose and fell away from her breasts which hung downward like
two over-ripe pendulous and her magnificently pregnant belly all screamed out
to them 'take me'.
Anne pulled the gag
from her Claire and they
were treated to a chorus of
screams, cries and tears. Claire
was incoherent, terrified and in agony. With
her entire body stretched to it's limits and her
convulsing pregnant belly now unnaturally compressed she could only spasm in
pains, knowing that she was completely helpless and at the mercy of those evil
beings.
Anne lifted Claire's skirt and draped
it around her waist, exposing
Claire's slit. Then she went to the front of the tied woman,
slowly undid the buttons on Claire's bodice and pulled it away from her
breasts. She lifted Claire's chin firmly until
their eyes met.
"Now ravish the bitch," she said after
stepping away. "Give her the
reaming of her life, go
on, she can't
stop you."
Greg was inside her in
seconds, humping the screaming woman, ramming his belly hard against her
behind, forcing her belly to rock so hard up against the saddle that Claire's
screams tore the air apart. This wasn't just rape, it was total ravishment,
complete sexual possession, and Anne drooled. "She's got a mouth as
well," she suggested to the Adam who was simply staring at the screaming
woman, "why not spunk down her throat. You'd like to wouldn't you?"
No more was said, and soon Claire felt Adam's prick sink into the back of her
throat. He started to rock in and out; Claire didn't suck, but she knew better
than to resist. Adam used the tightness of her throat to rub against
his glans, it was even
more exhilarating than being sucked, in truth he enjoyed the passivity which
merely shadowed her revulsion. Anne rubbed herself as she watched Claire's body
rock and shudder as she was attacked and abused from both ends at once. The
prick in her mouth didn't silence her, she wasn't even sucking it. It was
raping her mouth, her throat, all of her, and her huge breasts wobbled madly
despite her helplessness. The sadistic scene went on
and on, with Claire's vagina now spasming
involuntarily around Greg's prick as her uterine contractions increased in both
speed and depth, the new sensations arousing a new lust within him, a kind of madness.
Finally Greg bellowed and shook, and then rammed his prick into her as hard as
he could, as deeply as it could go, and came in long hard spurts that were
encouraged in their
force by Claire's vaginal contractions. Yelps of
agonizing pain came from Claire as his hot semen splattered into her vaginal
depths, and then, amidst her screams of agony she coughed and spluttered as the
second man exploded his seed into her mouth. As she felt the spewing semen assault
her throat she retched and tried not to swallow but there was just too much
sperm food to avoid and she was forced to swallow again and again to stop
herself from choking. Even then some of the thick white goo
dribbled from the corners of her mouth in glistening streams.
Claire suffered in
that position for the next hour as the men took turns to come in her from both
ends. She passed out eventually and Anne stepped in to stop the two men who
were still humping away at the unconscious woman. She held Greg's upper arm and
gave i6t a quick jerk, pulling back to consciousness. "Stop now ... and
you'll enjoy her even more very soon .... I promise you." She looked him
straight in the eyes, her own eyes on fire. "I have something very special
planned for our sweet pregnant housewife."
The ratchet clacked
once more, drawing the ropes over the top drum of the rack. "Aiiieeeeee." Claire screamed as her body was stretched.
Again Anne turned the wheel and the ratchet clacked into place. Claire screamed
again, but she was now so tightly stretched that she could hardly fill her
lungs with air. "One more I think." Anne said as she gave the wheel a
final turn. She beckoned the two men to join her as she leant in close to
Claire. "Listen to the poor bitch." Anne said. Claire's breathing
was indeed very shallow, coming now in short and
shallow gasps as the pain of being stretched so tightly ripped through her
pregnant body. "Pl . . . eese . . . no . . .
more," she begged.
"Touch her
belly." Anne said and first Adam and then Greg pressed their palms down
against Claire's swollen abdomen. "God, it's as tight as a drum,"
Adam said with surprise, "it's rock hard. She
must be in agony." "Believe me ... she is." Anne smiled.
"Now ... squeeze her tits."
Again both men eagerly
obeyed. "Gees, they're like rubber bags." Squeeze harder." Anne
said and the men did so. "Oh God look, there's milk coming out." He
squeezed Claire's left breast harder and harder until streams of yellowish
liquid spilled from her nipple. The other man crunched her right breast until
it too spilled its pre-milk onto Claire's breast. Only choked screams came from
poor Claire as the men crushed her breasts as hard as they could. "And now
gentlemen, let's give the bitch some real pain." Anne held two wires, each
of which had a two inch needle at the end of it. She handed one to each of the
men. "Into her nipples," she said calmly. The two men looked at her,
surprised. "We're going to torture her tits now, and I want you to push those
needles into the bitches nipples, straight in, as far
as they'll go, right into her tit meat." Anne watched Adam who was nearest
to her pinch Claire's nipple, pull it up and position the needle point right in
the middle of it. He looked up at Anne who nodded her encouragement
and then he slowly sank the needle down through
Claire's nipple deep into her breast. Claire screamed from the back of her
throat. "Geez ... it's like pushing it through
raw meat!" Anne smiled. "Her tit is raw meat. But tell me Adam, did
you enjoy doing it?" He just looked at Anne, and didn't really need to
answer. Then, when the two needles were in place Anne Handed Greg
a magneto. "You want to go first?" Greg appeared puzzled and
looked at the hand magneto.
"Just turn the
handle, that's all you've got to do, turn it and watch how the bitch
reacts."
Greg gave the handle
just one quick turn. The effect on Claire was instantaneous. She screamed like
they'd never heard her scream before, her breasts wobbling provocatively for a
few seconds before settling back into their normal shape once again. With an
intent look spreading across his face Greg turned it again, this time for
longer and Claire's screaming went on continuously as agonizing pain tore
through her breasts. He turned faster and faster. Now
Claire's breasts continued to wobble madly and her once small and pinkish
nipples now stood hugely erect and engorged. Slowly the flesh of each breast
became covered in whitish striations as the electricity made the fibrous breast
tissues tighten. Then, as Greg continued to turn the magneto a red ring started
to form on the surface of Claire's breasts about an inch below Claire's
nipples. "Harder, go on, faster." Anne chirped aloud and Greg turned
the magneto as fast as he could. The red line on Claire's breasts widened as
the electricity poured in through her nipples which also grew even larger, the areolae around each nipple now swollen into a thousand
engorged blisters. Her breasts trembled like fluid sacks, wobbling so
provocatively
that the two men were incensed with lust.
"Just look at the bitch," screamed Adam, "she's in fucking agony
. . ." Then, very suddenly, Claire stopped her screaming and thrashing and
lay still. David stopped winding the magneto and with a worried look let the
magneto drop to his side. "Oh geez.. I've ..." "Don't worry," Anne interrupted
him, "you haven't killed her, the bitch has just
fainted. Actually I'm surprised she took it for as long as she did." With
a wry sadistic smile she said, "I saw many a woman in
taking them when I left, and that was six months
later." The picture appealed to Greg who looked down at Claire's
stretched, sweat covered body and said, "hell
Anne, I wish we could torture and fuck this pregnant bitch for six
months." Anne almost grinned. "Just wait Greg, and maybe you'll get
your chance to do just that." She turned to Adam who was still rubbing his
swollen crotch. "Your turn with the magneto Adam, are you ready."
With a surprised look Adam glanced down at the still unconscious woman, but
already Anne had broke a phial of an acrid smelling liquid which she now wafted
it under Claire's nose. "Start turning it slowly now, I want the bitch to
wake up with her tits on fire." Adam turned the handle slowly and watched entranced
as Anne held Claire's head and continued to waft the acrid potion. Claire moved
her head slightly and even before she'd regained consciousness he saw her jerk
and her tits wobble
as she became aware of the juice flowing once
again into her tortured breasts. He turned it faster and Claire's eyes shot
wide amidst a scream of torment which ripped from her throat.
"Now torture the
bitch again," Anne snorted as she still held Claire's head and the phial
beneath her nose. "She won't pass out this time,
I won't let her." For more than an hour Alan and David took turns to send
the ravaging electricity into Claire's breasts and the helpless woman wasn't
allowed to faint for Anne kept pushing the phial under her nose whenever she started
to slip away into darkness. "I've never seen tits move so much ... hey ...
look ..."
Even as he spoke he
kept on winding the magneto handle. "Milk! The
milk's actually spurting out of her tits." "And look at her fucking nipples," said Greg, "they're like fucking bloated
grapes! Jeez man, they must be an inch long!" Both men stared at their
victim and drank in every minute sight and sound of her suffering.
"God.... she must be feeling some pain in those tits, look at the shape of
them!" "Some pain?" Anne said, "just
look at her shuddering. She's not in pain, she's in agony! Her tits will feel
like they're being torn apart from inside by a million red hot razor blades.
Just look at the shape of them!" The electricity had drawn the millions of
collagen strands in her breasts into tight strings which now stood out on the surface
and distorted her full rounded breasts into two grotesque cone shaped mounds
which were drenched in her own milk. Anne laid a hand on Claire's swollen belly
and smiled. "The tit torture has sent her into heavy labor,
the bitch is more than ready to give birth." She held up some long black
leather straps and looked at the two men, her eyes flashing sadistically.
"How
would you like to tie her legs together so she can't
give birth?" The men listened intently to Anne's idea. "Her belly's
contracting like hell now and it'll just get worse for her. Believe me that's almost as agonizing for her as the electricity in her
tits." She paused just long enough to capture the attention of the two
men. "We could keep her like that for hours, screaming to give birth,
begging us. Would you like that?" Adam stopped turning the magneto and immediately
Claire's body stopped jerking. She was lying in a pool of her own sweat.
"Wouldn't it kill her? I don't want her dead, I'm
enjoying her too much." Anne shook her head. "Oh no Adam, there's no
chance of that. Our little housewife has so much more entertainment to offer us
yet." She flashed her eyes at Claire. "But she'll wish she was dead
though ... she'll wait for the pain to stop, beg for it to stop ...then she'll
pray for it to stop, but it won't. Not for hours, maybe days, maybe even weeks.
She'll scream that she can't stand it, but she will stand it because the poor
bitch she has no choice in the matter ... it'll just go on and on and on."
As she drove the words into Claire's mind she moved closer and looked into
Claire's tear filled eyes. "Well gentlemen, shall we tie the birthing
bitch's legs together?"
“Now tell me, isn’t
that a beautiful sight?” Anne asked as she tightened off the final strap and
stepped back.
Claire was completely encased from the top of her head to tip of her toes in a
skin tight
black leather suit and was hanging from a hook by metal rings attached near her
wrists.
Her arms were strapped together and to her head where they straddled it, and
her legs,
although individually cased in leather were tied tightly together from ankle to
crotch. A
rope passed from her ankles to a ring in the floor and Anne had heaved it tight
before
tying it off leaving Claire stretched vertically. Only one part of Claire’s
body was visible, her nipples, which protruded rudely through metal ringed holes in the suit’s breast cups.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Anne said. The two men gaped at the hanging body. “Those
straps
around her belly,” Greg pointed to the thick leather bands on top of the suit
which
encircled her abdomen, “are they tight?”
“Couldn’t get them any tighter,” Anne smiled. “She’ll feel like her womb is
being
crushed inside her, every contraction will bring minutes of pure agony.”
“What next . . .what do we do to her now?” The other
said.
Anne smiled. “See the rings around her nipples . . .take
a close look.” The two men
stepped up to Claire and touched the rings. “They’re threaded.” When they
turned back to Anne she was holding two metal tubes, each about two inches
long. “Screw these onto her nipple rings, but take a good look at them first, you might even guess what they’re for.”
The tubes were about half an inch in diameter, and were threaded internally.
“There’s a
spike inside,” said Adam, “surely it’ll go into her tit when we screw the tube
on won’t
it?”
“Uh huh, right in.” Anne said. Eagerly they screwed the tubes onto Claire’s nipple
rings; as they did the spikes pierced her nipples, and as they were tightened
the spikes passed through Claire’s nipples into the depths of her breasts but
she didn’t move or make a sound so tightly was she stretched.
“Now, connect the milking pipes to the bitches tits.”
Anne commanded and the men
eagerly obeyed. They almost came when they’d finished. “Ohhh
Geee…that’s fantastic.”
Claire hung completely still with a tube sticking straight out from each
breast. Each tube
went into what appeared to be a cow’s milking machine which was to one side on
the
floor below.
“Are we really going to milk her?” One said, “like a
cow?”
“Not quite.” Anne said, “you see the machine ‘s been
modified quite a bit. You can
damage a cow’s udders if you milk them with too much suction, but I reckoned
where
our bitch was concerned it didn’t much matter if we ruined her udders.”
“What’ll it do to her?” One asked, “will it hurt her,
damage her?”
“Hurt? She’ll feel like the inside of her tits are being sucked out . . .and they just about
will be. You see I’ve set the suction so high and taken out the safety cut-out
that it’ll
empty her tits in a few seconds, then it’ll pull on the milk sacs inside, every
tiny milk
gland, and it won’t stop pulling.
“Oh Gxxxx!” One said. “What
happens if we don’t stop the machine then?”
“It’ll slowly suck the insides of her tits out through her nipples.” Anne said
bluntly, “but
we don’t want to waste those lovely jugs yet do we?” The men shook their heads.
“I’ve
got better plans for them later,” she said, “when the bitch has birthed. Now,
who wants to switch on?”
A moment later Claire’s body shimmered in tiny movements ... that was all that
could be seen through the tight and completely restrictive leather bondage,
whilst continuous
muffled screams issued somewhere from within the gagged head. The long minutes
passed slowly for Claire as the indescribable pain in her pregnant belly and
the suction
inside her breasts melted into one unbelievable agony, she was in a void ...
falling into an abyss of sexual pain that threatened to destroy her very mind.
Mesmerized and in complete silence the trio watched the dance of torture as
Claire was
milked, then Greg screamed with excitement: "Look! She's giving
milk!" And indeed
small jet-like streams of yellow-white milk were spurting intermittently into
the glass
receiving flasks. Each spurt lasted for only a few seconds, but each spurt was
slightly
longer than the one before and Claire shuddered even more inside her bondage as
she felt the milk being drawn from the depths of her breasts. The seconds
passed into minutes and then an hour, and she
shuddered more and more until they thought she would surely rip herself from
the suit. Eventually Anne stopped the machine and pointed to the glass
receivers ...“Look,” she said, "look at the
bitch's milk now!" The frothing milk had the slightly red hue of tiny
droplets of fresh blood. She smiled. "I think her udders are well and
truly emptied don't you?"
They gave Claire a short respite of
twenty minutes, but kept her hanging in the same
torturous position and every hour Anne switched on that dreadful machine,
allowing it to milk her until her breasts once more oozed blood. Hour after
hour went by until finally Anne seemed satisfied. Having squeezed one of
Claire’s breasts through the soft leather, and with a sadistic grin twisting
her mouth she invited the two men closer. “Feel this,” she said. One of them
reached up and squeezed Claire’s right tit and his eyes widened in disbelief:
“It’s as hard as nails . . .rock solid ... you feel
it,” he said to his friend. He turned to the smirking Anne. “What’s happened to
her tits ... are they full of milk?”
“Watch.” Anne said. As she unleashed the leather thongs of the suit's brassiere
Claire’s
breast swelled out like a balloon: she undid the other and both breasts, like
melons,
protruded from Claire’s chest. “Her tits are just about bursting with milk,”
said Anne,
“she’s been milked so much and so hard that she’s producing milk faster than
any other
women has ever done,” then she sniggered an added, “or ever will do again.”
“Is she in terrible pain?” David asked hopefully.
"Pain?" Anne shrugged. “Imagine your balls
pumped so full of spunk that they’re the size of tennis balls and you can't cum
- do you think that would be painful?” David winced visibly. “It . . .she must be . . .”
“In absolute agony.” Anne concluded for him. “Her belly’s contracting every two
minutes and her tits are under so much pressure they’re ready to burst.”
“So what do we do to her now?” Greg asked, his excitement rising.
“Now?” Anne grinned wickedly. She took a fine cord and
looped it around Claire’s left
nipple. “Now we tie of her tits so they stay full and then we leave her. Her
tits will go on producing milk even though the milking’s
stopped. They’ll make so much milk she’ll feel like her tits are going to
burst.”
“Will they ... burst I mean?”
“No, of course not. Tits are very accommodating. I'm afraid she’ll just hang
there . . . in
agony.” Anne looked at her watch the said, “I want you to take a good look at
her tits -
see how big they are right now? Well, when we come back in eight hours I want
you both to take a ggod look at them! Believe me when
I tell you ... you’ll see the ultimate bitch in labour
- and the ultimate in milk-filled titties!”
TO BE CONTINUED
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