Abducted Ch. 05

"Wow, Clyde, I needed that. She's very good! You want a go now?" He wiped his cock with a towel, and slipped into a white bathrobe.

"Later, Boris. We got some punishment to inflict first. She tried to stick a knife in me – remember? I fancy trying a 'Double Four' on her. I believe that REALLY hurts!"

"Careful, Clyde. Isn't that dangerous? We'll be in big trouble if we break any bones," asked Boris, anxiously.

Clyde walked to the computer screen. "She's only 48 kilos," he announced. "That'll be OK; she'll be able to stand that weight for a good half-hour without permanent damage. Believe me, Boris!"

"OK, Clyde. Bring over that metal bar, and some ropes."

Emma found herself roughly turned over, lying face down on the bed. Her arms were pulled behind her back. Clyde handed Boris a length of rope and he immediately started re-tying her elbows. Emma groaned. She wouldn't have thought it possible, but she was sure he was tying her even tighter than the first time. She didn't remember feeling her elbows actually touch the first time, but they were definitely touching now. She whimpered helplessly, and then screamed; it felt as if her arms were being pulled from their sockets.

She felt a cold metal bar being threaded under her elbows, above her back. Bewildered, she watched as ropes were attached to the ends of the metal bar, and then threaded through pulleys on the ceiling. Suddenly she understood. She screamed in agony as the two men pulled on the ropes, lifting the front of her torso off the bed.

"Please, no! That hurts! I'm sorry! I'll be good!" she whimpered, and then screamed anew as the pressure on her arms was increased.

"Better gag her again," suggested Boris, "or we won't be able to think straight."

Emma's screams were cut off as another ball gag was forced between her lips and secured with a bandage. Tears and sweat trickled down her face.

Working in unison, the guards turned their attention to her legs. Her knees were bent, and more ropes were attached to her ankles. The ropes were passed around the metal bar. As they pulled on the ropes, her legs bent further, until her feet nearly touched the metal bar. They tied off the ropes on the bar. "That'll do," announced Clyde. "Any more pressure might break something."

Emma felt another rope being passed around her waist and tied off on her belly. She writhed in discomfort as the end of the rope passed between her legs and up to a third pulley. As the rope was pulled, it tightened and dug into the slit of her pussy.

The men stepped back to admire their work. Emma could only gaze at them, silently pleading. Boris fetched something from a drawer; she couldn't see what it was. He stood behind her and took some of her weight to relieve the strain on the rope biting into her pussy. She felt his finger at the entrance to her cunt, and rocked back against it. His finger vanished, but soon she felt pressure again. She could tell at once that it wasn't his finger this time. It was too cool, too hard, and too smooth. Whatever it was, she felt it enter her completely, her cunt eagerly swallowing it. Boris released his hold, and the rope tightened on her pussy again, effectively trapping the intruder inside her. He moved to the front, and Emma saw him fiddling with a control box. All at once, the plastic stranger in her vagina began to vibrate. Emma bucked madly, moaning and pleading. Almost as soon as it started, it stopped, and she found herself almost wishing it would start again. Boris flicked a switch and the vibrator started again. He moved another switch. "I'll set it to 'Random' mode," he announced. "That way, it'll come on every so often, without warning, but only for ten to twenty seconds."

Carefully, Boris and Clyde pulled gently on the three ropes by which Emma was suspended from the ceiling, until she was hanging about a metre above the bed. Boris moved the bed from under her, and looked at her closely. "Just one more thing, I think," he said, and retreated towards a large drawer. After rummaging for a short while, he returned and held something in front of Emma's face. "Know what these are, Bitch?" he enquired. "Ever used them before?"

Emma peered at what she thought were two small chrome-plated tongs, tipped with black rubber, and connected with a chain. She shook her head as best she could.

"Nipple clamps," explained Boris with a grin. "They work like this." He opened one of the clamps, and closed it on his little finger to demonstrate. "But these are rather special. They've got these adjustable screws on the head, to increase the pressure. Let's try them for size."

Boris attached the first clamp to Emma's left nipple. She winced a little at the added pain, but it was nothing compared to the intense agony in her arms and legs. Boris fiddled expertly with the clamp. "A little tighter, I think," he mused, adjusting the screw and testing it again on his finger. "Yeah, that's better; just enough to remind you it's there!"

She felt him teasing her nipples until they became erect. She winced again in anticipation, and took a deep breath as the clamps bit into her. She moaned as the added pain swept through her and settled into a steady ache. Boris pulled on the chain, distending her breasts. "No," he said thoughtfully, "we'll not bother with additional weights just now. I think you look great as you are. What do you think, Clyde?"

Suddenly the vibrator leapt into action again, causing Emma to squirm even more. Clyde studied her appreciatively. "Oh yes!" he agreed. "Very good! That must really hurt! It makes me feel quite horny just watching her. I gotta get my cock in there before long!"

"Leave her there for a bit, Clyde. Let's look at the other equipment and make a plan."

"OK, Boris! But I can't wait much longer. I'm feeling real randy!"

The vibrator suddenly stopped. Boris pushed Emma slightly, so that she swung backwards and forwards in her bonds. The two men moved off, out of her sight.

For what to her seemed hours, but was in reality only a few minutes, Emma hung suspended in her cocoon of pain, oblivious to everything but the intense agony in her limbs, the constant ache in her nipples, and the irregular buzzing sensation in her cunt as the vibrator turned on and off. She sobbed gently, but her tears had dried up. At one point, she thought she had passed out, and her mind seemed to float away, distancing itself from her suffering body. The vibrator started up again; she tried to concentrate on that sensation, and forget the pain for a while. She found that if she clenched her thighs more tightly, the rope between her legs dug further into her pussy, and seemed to massage her aroused clitoris. Oh, yes, that helped. Perhaps if she moved a little, she could actually orgasm. She squirmed against the rope, and felt the sensations building. Just as she felt she was attaining her goal, the vibrations stopped, and she whimpered in despair. 'Start again! Please, start again!' she begged silently. 'Take my mind off this agony!'

The random switch fired again after only a few seconds. Thankfully, she tensed her body and bore down on the crotch rope. The sensations spiralled higher and higher. She made herself cum. Overcome by the throes of her orgasm, she almost forgot about her plight. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. Often, she had masturbated herself to a climax, but never to one as intense as this. She had never realised the extent to which supreme pain could add to the ecstasy of orgasm. She closed her eyes and came again, whimpering into her gag.

Boris sensed the change of tone in her voice, and looked round. "Hey, Clyde," he announced with astonishment, "I think the bitch is cumming!"

Clyde looked at Emma in admiration, seeing the look of concentration and rapture on her face, shining through the beads of perspiration. He whistled. "Wow! That is real special, Boris! Who would've thought the bitch could bring herself off, trussed up like that? That is really horny! I've got to have a piece of that!"

Boris looked at his watch. "It's time she came down, anyway," he announced. "We don't want any permanent damage."

They moved the bed back under Emma and with a surprising gentleness lowered her agonised body to the soft mattress. Almost tenderly, they unbound her, stretching her limbs, and rubbing them to restore the circulation. Boris removed the vibrator, and patted her raw pussy, almost with affection. Clyde helped her remove the gag from her aching mouth, and held her as Boris wiped her face with a damp flannel.

"Brace yourself," he murmured, taking hold of the clamps on her ravaged nipples. "This is going to hurt!"

Simultaneously, he released both clamps, allowing the blood to rush back into her tender nipples. The pain was far worse than the pain of the clamps in place. He watched as Emma's eyes clenched tight. She screeched in agony and her whole body tensed. As she calmed, and her screams subsided into quiet sobs, he cruelly grasped both of her sore, abused tits, squeezing and twisting them, chuckling as she renewed her anguished cries.

"You see," he said, smiling, "we can hurt you when we want; not because it pleases us, but because you need punishing. The 'Double Four' is the worst we have planned, but remember – if you don't co-operate, we can always try it again, but with the added stimulation of canes or whips. Do you understand?"

Emma nodded. "Yes, Sir. Please," she started hesitantly, "could I have some water?"

"Sure," said Boris. He disappeared behind a screen. She heard running water, and then he re-appeared with a full glass, which she accepted thankfully. "You might need a toilet as well – and a wash. You'll find the necessary things behind that screen. Can you walk OK?"

Emma sipped the water. "Thank you," she whispered, "yes, I think I can manage."

Painfully, she pushed herself off the bed, and hobbled across the room.

"And don't be too long," called Boris after her, "we have a lot more to do. Above all, poor Clyde is feeling very horny."

Emma shuddered, remembering the size of Clyde's massive penis.

She settled on the toilet seat and relieved herself. Moving to the bidet, she bathed her tender private parts, and gently rubbed her aching arms and legs, massaging the rope marks. Softly, she washed her poor, abused tits. Naturally, she was in no hurry to return, but eventually she heard Boris' voice. "Come on! What are you doing in there? We got work to do! Are you coming out or do I have to come and fetch you?"

"Coming, Sir," she replied, and tentatively headed back to the main room, a towel wrapped around her body.

Clyde was lying naked on the bed, stroking his partially erect cock. Already it exceeded twenty centimetres. "Come on!" he called. "Come and get acquainted with Roger. He's a growing boy, but needs some help. He'd love a pair of lips around himself. And don't forget – no funny business! One bite, and we'll get really nasty and cruel!"

Boris reclined in an armchair, playing with a riding crop, and smiling in anticipation.

Emma stared at Clyde's massive cock. "Hurry up!" he commanded, impatiently, dragging the towel from her body.

Gingerly, Emma reached out and grasped his penis. It was still growing – like a balloon being inflated, she thought. She tried to close her fist around it, but it was impossible; her thumb finished a good three centimetres away from her fingers. Hesitantly, she extended her tongue and licked the head. It grew further. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and found that she could just get the head inside. She took it out again, and licked the shaft from top to bottom, and back again. Then she licked around the knob, and tickled his pee-hole with the tip of her tongue. Finally, she took the head back into her mouth, sucking while her tongue played with the tip. One hand stroked his balls, while the other stroked his massive shaft. 'Perhaps,' she thought to herself, 'perhaps, if I can get him to cum in my mouth, he'll spare my poor pussy. There's no way all this will fit!'

She continued her ministrations, and sensed that he was now fully erect. His breathing was becoming more ragged, and she tasted a drop of pre-cum on her tongue. Encouraged, she redoubled her efforts, and to her surprise felt a familiar moistening between her thighs. A large black hand reached out, travelled up her soft inner thighs and she felt fingers parting her labia.

"Mmm, you are a good cock-sucker; one of the best," announced Clyde appreciatively. "And already you're getting damp, you little slut. But you'll need to stop now; I don't want to waste it all down your throat."

Reluctantly, she removed the monster from her mouth. "No," she whimpered. "Please, no. It won't fit! It'll hurt. Please let me suck you off. Please, Sir."

"No way," he replied. "So you think Roger is too big to fit in your little pussy? Well, you're wrong. Roger will get in there OK, one way or another. You're a very lucky girl, because I'm giving you a choice. Either we strap you to that frame over there and I force Roger up you, or else you co-operate and together we get him in there nice and gentle. Your choice – but he's definitely going up there in the next ten minutes!"

His hand still explored Emma's pussy, two fingers now finding their way into her channel. "And you're quite damp up there," he added encouragingly. "I think we could manage without too much effort. So – your decision – which method?"

Emma hesitated. "I'll co-operate, Sir," she whispered, almost inaudibly, "but please be gentle."

"Good choice," agreed Clyde in his booming voice.

Clyde reached out and picked up a tube of KY gel. He squeezed a little onto his fingers, and then spread it over his cock, making it glisten in the soft light. "Doesn't he look inviting?" he enquired. "Bet you can't wait to get him up your cunt! That will help," he added, as he squirted a dollop of lubrication on her pussy, and massaged it with his fingers, liberally across her labia, and into her vagina.

"OK, lie back," he commanded. "Spread your thighs as much as possible, and I'll get between them. Yeah, that's it, but hunch forward a bit. Yes, that's good; that improves the angle. Now, you've never had one that big I guess. Am I right?"

"No, Sir – never that big," she agreed.

"OK! Thought not! It's best if you take hold of him, and try to guide him in."

Emma felt the tip of his massive cock against her pussy. She pressed against it, and her lips opened. His cock rested against her clitoris, and she moved it up and down over the responsive button. Tentatively, she moved forward a couple of centimetres, and the colossal head tried to enter. The pain began to build. "No! No!" she cried, "It's too big! It won't fit!"

"Yes, it will! Either now, gently and slowly, or on the frame – quickly and brutally. It's up to you!"

Emma looked into Clyde's eyes. He meant what he said. She bit her lip and moved herself against his monster. She was being stretched. She let go of his cock and put her hands around her knees, pulling them backwards and apart, trying to widen her slit. She felt him push against her, and a cry escaped from her lips as she felt herself being stretched again. "Oh no! Stop! You're killing me! I can't take any more!"

But there was no stopping Clyde now. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he worked his cock deeper into her channel. Faintly, through the pain, she felt that an orgasm was building somewhere deep inside her. She pulled harder on her knees, trying to open herself still wider. "Yes!" she panted, "It's OK now – push into me! Deeper. Yes! No! No! Fuck me! Yes! No! That hurts too much! Go on! Split me! I'm coming! Oh God! Fuck me!"

Emma's cries of pain merged into whimpers and gasps as her orgasm swept over her. Again, Emma couldn't understand the unaccustomed way in which her body was reacting. She felt as if the orgasm actually grew out of the pain. Not even with Max had she come like this. Clyde redoubled his efforts, forcing Roger deeper and deeper, until he felt the tip reach the neck of her cervix. He slid his hand between their bodies to feel how much of Roger remained outside. Satisfied, he began to move his body backwards and forwards, trying to fuck her properly, in spite of the tightness of her cunt, which seemed to grip Roger in a vice. Emma threw back her head in abandon, and screamed. As her orgasm died away, his approached, until finally she felt him pumping his semen deep inside her.

Emma felt a reduction in the pain between her thighs as Roger began to shrink. Slowly, Clyde began to pull him out; her stretched pussy seemed to cling to it. She gasped. "It feels as if you're tearing out my insides!"

At last, Emma found herself empty. She put a hand to her pussy and felt. Instead of the accustomed small opening, there appeared to be a gaping hole. She looked at her hand and saw blood. "I'm bleeding!" she cried.

"That's quite normal the first time with Roger," explained Clyde. "It's just a minor tear and will soon clear up."

Clyde got to his feet, leaving her sprawled on the bed. Still dazed, Emma felt his spunk oozing out of her stretched pussy and trickling down the insides of her thighs. Suddenly Boris threw himself on top of her. She had forgotten that he was in the room. "That was some show!" he exclaimed. "It's made me horny again!"

In one movement, he sank his cock full length in her cunt. She hardly felt it. She lay submissively as he pounded in and out of her, unable to breathe as his heavy chest pressed against hers, squashing her breasts. He grunted every time he thrust into her, until finally she felt him tense and her cunt was again sprayed with semen. "That's better," he grunted, "but you certainly spread her, Clyde; she's much looser than earlier."

Emma lay on the bed, looking up at the two men, feeling used. "You've both fucked me now," she began, slightly timorously. "Can I go now?"

"Go? No way!" exploded Boris. "You heard Madam Yasmin – we've got you until eleven o'clock, and it's only just gone seven."

"But what are you going to do with me for another four hours?" Emma asked, unsure whether she actually wanted to know the answer to her question.

"I'm sure we'll think of something; anyway, we haven't really punished you yet. Time we started," he grinned.