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Family Justice
Nicole Vallenti tried to focus through eyes blurred with tears, sweat and strain. Did the light filtering through the basement window seem dimmer? Or was it she, losing her doomed battle? It mattered little, which was true.
The willowy blonde, 38 year-old, performed what must have been her millionth, carefully mincing, pirouette, in hopes of finding a salvation she’d overlooked all the previous times. Well, perhaps “overlooked” was a tad inaccurate. Instruments that could render aid, were scattered all around her. A pair of pruning shears, several utility knives, a forgotten pair of kitchen scissors, all lay or hung on the work bench within easy reach. Normally.
“I should have fought harder.” The sultry blonde widow lamented once more. The fact that there had been three of them, didn’t lessen her self-chastisement.
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Nicole had been celebrating her first full day of “freedom” since the trial. Although she’d never spent one minute behind bars, the specter of incarceration had weighed heavily upon her. However, through the efforts of the best attorneys her dead husband’s money could buy, she was acquitted of said husband‘s murder. A neat trick, seeing that she had been guilty as sin.
Her celebration had included the mandatory shopping trip. Returning home with her purchases, she immediately slipped into a bikini better suited for the beaches of Rio, than the poolside of her upscale suburban Philadelphia home. Her surgically enhanced breasts taxed the construction of the aqua colored scraps of material, whose triangular panels were large enough to shield her nipples and areolas and not much else.
The manufacturer’s fabric budget hadn’t taken a big hit either, on the matching bottom. The abbreviated front panel would have failed to hide all but the most severe pubic trim. Nicole kept a pencil thin swatch, mainly to prove that “the rug did in fact, match the drapes”. There was no way (nor need) to hide the camel toe of her sex from showing through the shimmering material. Held together by the fewest, spaghetti-like threads possible, the tautly stretched bikini looked as though it would unravel if she coughed too hard.
No sooner had she’d lay down on the chaise, when the door bell rang. Nicole’s body tingled with anticipation. That would be her husband’s brother, Dominic. She and Dominic had been lovers for almost three years, her husband never expecting a thing. Nicole had been forced to avoid any contact with her lothario-in-law during the trial and was now hornier than a caged jackrabbit.
Throwing on a gauzy white robe that did absolutely nothing to veil her suit nor any of her feminine curves, she tied the sash loosely at her waist. She knew how Dominic liked to unwrap his “presents”. Her gold, high-heeled sandals clacked across the Italian marble foyer as she practically danced to the front door. Nicole threw the door open as wide as her smile.
There stood Dominic, resplendent in his tailored suit which hinted at the muscular physique beneath. The blonde’s smile deflated when the two goons stepped out from behind the hedges on either side of her lover. A questioning look never developed into something verbal, before things began happening rapidly.
With rattlesnake quickness, Dominic let loose an uppercut that didn’t have much “up” to it. His granite-hard fist caught Nicole squarely in the solar plexus. With a pained “OOOFFF!” of exhalation, the blonde doubled over in agony. From this point on, she’d be allowed no time to recover.
Dominic stepped forward and grabbed a handful of Nicole’s wavy blonde tresses. He jerked her head back violently, the woman’s body still unable to straighten. Through watering eyes, Nicole caught a brief glimpse of some kind of flesh colored fabric. Then it disappeared, as Dominic proceeded to ram it into the blonde’s gaping mouth. Still trying to draw in a breath, the widow’s ability to cry out was now greatly compromised. It was about to get much worse.
Nicole did not see the glossy black ball before it began pressing against her parted teeth, but she certainly felt its presence. As the monster wedged its way inside her mouth, the beauty irrationally thought her lover was trying to insert a medicine ball.
Her straight, perfect white teeth scraped across the ball’s slightly spongy exterior. She could immediately detect the hard interior of the sphere that made up 90% of its mass. Having never played tie-up games before, she did not know that this gag was not made for “Fun & Games”. The 3-½” round ball was designed to punish and silence in equal portions.
As the fullest part of the sphere muscled past her incisors, Nicole experienced two alarming sensations. The first, was the physical and aural *SNAP-POP!* in the cartilage of her jaw bone as it was stretched further than ever designed. Nicole expected this to be followed by an excruciating pain. She was greatly relieved when she only experienced a mild ache. The “excruciating”, would not be long in coming.
The second revelation, was that the sphere now pressed against the cloth already residing in her mouth. With the flow decidedly moving in only one direction, the wad of fabric had but one way to go. It did compress some, but not nearly enough to make room for the ball. The clump inched alarmingly close to her airway. Nicole retched and gagged, but Dominic kept up the pressure. When the ball finally seated itself behind her teeth, the murderess was within a whisker of choking to death. Or so she thought.
For now Dominic set about securing the inch wide strap that ran through the gag. He brushed her golden mane out of the way, threaded the strap through its buckle and yanked. And yanked. And yanked again. The relatively wide, coarse band of leather bit into the corners of her mouth. Her scarlet painted lips formed almost an airtight seal against the smooth surface of the ball. It also drove the sphere much deeper. More than just a moment’s panic followed, as Nicole frantically wriggled her flattened tongue, somehow managing to pull a small swatch of the material wedged behind, away from her airway. Her breaths were now raspy and labored, but at least she could breath. A little.
Belatedly, The widow’s hands flew up to claw at the obstruction. Or rather tried to. Two sets of strong arms grasped her wrists painfully. Through a golden curtain of hair, Nicole could see the two goons standing on either side of her, gripping her arms. She hadn’t even noticed them entering the foyer.
Her furious efforts to twist free as Dominic buckled the gag, looked no more resolute than a feeble jiggle. With the gag secure, the three men manhandled her easily to the floor. The marble felt like ice on her bare skin. Her arms were wrenched behind her, where a pre-formed hoop awaited. Nicole felt the cord brush against her skin as it slid up her arms. Absently, she noted it had a “weird” feel to it, like it was quite stiff. When the loop reached just below her elbows, it constricted sharply. Nicole howled into the gag, as a thin line of fire scorched her skin. The blonde’s elbows *smacked!* together, the joints grinding painfully against one another.
Dominic made three passes around his sister-in-law’s arms with the rubber coated wire, then worked it twice around the binding, between her arms. He pulled on the wire as if he was starting a lawnmower. He grinned at the obviously agonized, astonishingly mute screech that came from the curvy vixen. After the wire had been twisted beyond hope of unraveling, he used cutters to snip off the excess.
One of his seconds grabbed her flailing wrists and held them still as he worked a second loop over them. The process was repeated, the scant turns of wire cinched brutally tight, gnashing into the joints above her hands, which quickly turned crimson.
The largest loop yet, was worked up her arms to just above her elbows and tightened without compassion. After its ends had been twisted and snipped, Nicole was certain her shoulders were going to pop out of their sockets. Her arms, now sadistically fused together, tingled from lack of circulation. This sensation of was little concern to the blonde, for the agony of each bond overshadowed a little numbness.
Shoulders, on the verge of dislocation, sung in protest, as her arms were lifted away from her body. As they were held aloft, Dominic used even thinner wire to cinch Nicole’s thumbs together. Yet another band of linear lava soon cauterized the base of those digits. Her arms were released and they fell, deadened yet aflame against her spine. She was hoisted to her feet, where her binding continued.
Nicole had no idea, the purpose of more wire being wrapped around the narrowest portion of her waist, just below her navel. She only knew that it too, compressed her flesh brutally, stretching her skin taut across the hip bones. During the last circuit, a single wrap of the doubled wire passed over her lashed arms. The wire was worked between her back and arms, creating a cinch, which was drawn eye-wateringly tight. Nicole’s arms were now pasted to her spine. The line traversed to her navel once more, where it was knotted off. She noticed that there was more than five feet of the doubled strand remaining. During this, she tried to lash out with her sandaled feet. This did nothing to deter her attackers. Soon, she was back down on the cold marble once more.
Dominic stood, brushing off his slacks. He looked at the scantily clad beauty writhing on the floor. His shaft strained against his zipper at the sight. But today of all days, was not about scoring a piece of ass. More, it was about settling a score.
“Okay boys,” he said to his associates, “make a wish.”
The goons needed no prompting, each kneeling and grasping one of Nicole’s scissoring legs at the ankle. They flipped her on to her back and then pulled in opposite directions. Once more, the thirty-something harlot squealed, as her legs split wider than they had in twenty years. Each goon knelt on her ankles, locking them in place.
Nicole twisted her torso, trying to ignore the punishment this placed on her bound arms. She hadn’t held a split like this since being a cheerleader in high school. She looked up at her lover, who was leering back at her, while reaching into his pocket. The blonde’s eyes widened at the sight of the enormous green dildo he brought out. It was more than 8” long and had to be almost 2” thick. She had no idea the purpose of the ¼” copper bands which ran along its length, nor was too distracted by the insulated cord that dangled from its base. The curvy wench shook her head in a frenzy, quickly able to determine what was about to happen.
“You should know the Family rules by now, Nikki.” He said, using the nickname she hated so much. “Fuck with one of us and we’ll fuck you double.”
“Strike one of us and we’ll break your legs. Wack one of us, and we’ll do all that and more.”
“We all know you off’d my brother Silvio. The courts may not have seen it that way, but I ain’t exactly no lawyer. It’s time you answered to the Family.”
Nicole shook her head, trying to plead her case, until she had to stop because the gag was causing her to retch. Through tearing eyes, she saw absolutely no compassion on Dominic’s face. The big man knelt between the woman’s widely splayed legs.
“No K-Y for you, babe.” He growled. “Yer just goin’ to hafta grin and bear it.”
Nicole fought, she truly did, but ended up doing more harm to herself than her attackers. Rather than ripping off her bikini bottom, Dominic merely grabbed the front panel and pulled it out of the way. Lining up the prod, he gave it a harsh shove.
Nikki’s screech died in the gag, her body going rigid from the shredding assault. The lips of her labia were drug in against the walls of the dildo. In very short order, beneath the insurmountable pain, she felt the warmth of Dominic’s hand pressing against her sex. Leaning back, he made a circling gesture with his finger.
The goons relieved Nicole of her split. As her legs closed back together, the blonde felt the enormous bulk of the dildo even more, reshaping her sex. She was actually relieved when they flipped her on to her stomach, which gave her tortured arms a break. After a few moments though, her 36”, D-cup bust started complaining about being mashed into the floor. She let out another breathless groan, as her legs were once more pulled apart like a wishbone.
Nicole should have seen it coming, but being so frazzled, was caught completely off guard. The conical shaped butt plug was already reaching its zenith, before she even thought to clamp down. By then it was too late and much to painful. All cries of agony ceased, as Nicole retched violently. Her vision blurred and great gobs of silver floated in front of her eyes. By the time her breathing returned to a ragged semblance of normal, the prod was wedged in place, its marginally narrower shaft, expanding her anus to more than 1-1/2”.
Nicole seriously questioned whether or not he’d shoved a bowling pin up her backside. Having never permitted any kind of anal play in the past, this violation was an excruciating, mind shattering introduction. Immediately, she commanded her taxed tissue and muscles to expel the offending and offensive prod. The mass did shift fractionally toward the exit, but its bulk dammed up behind her, until recently, virgin sphincter. Expulsion would be impossible without outside assistance and inconceivably painful. The blonde realized that the lesser of two evils was to allow it to remain, raping and stretching her back passage. Never would she have believed that either pampered orifice could have felt so distended. Taken in unison, it was enough to drive her mad.
With her legs still held wide, Nicole struggled to come to grips with her abhorrent violation. It was due to this, that she hardly felt Dominic thread the surplus wire from the waist tie, through the eyelets on the base of each prod. Taking care not to foul the insulated wires trailing from each dildo, he threaded the twin strands between her mashed forearms, just above her wrist cinch.
When all was ready, Dominic gave a silent signal to his cohorts. Nicole’s legs were positioned together, held there as Dominic straddled, then sat on them. One of the goons moved up to Nicole’s head, his tented crotch inches from her face. The blonde siren didn’t even notice, her world currently centered on her ravaged privates.
Receiving a brief nod from his boss, the goon grabbed Nicole’s shoulders and lifted her chest off the floor. With her legs trapped under Dominic’s weight, this caused the blonde’s back to arch unnaturally. Her lover never hesitated, heaving on the wire wrapped around his hand. The crotch line shrank, drawing her hands and arms southward in the process.
Nicole’s frantic cry of distress, as her sex and anus were even more deeply plundered, exited as a wet, nasal whine. Trumping this, was the fact that her sensitive clitoris was now crushed under the inflexible cord. The feeble sound failed miserably at reflecting the true misery she was experiencing. Unfortunately for her, the implications of this newest tie hadn’t dawned on her yet.
Expertly maintaining the crotch cord’s tension, Dominic took a turn of it around the cinch trapping Nicole’s arms against her back. The wire then retraced its path between her legs and was worked under the belt, already sinking into her flesh below her navel. Fashioning a stiff knot locked everything static. Enough wire remained to give Dominic a flash of spontaneous inspiration.
He passed the wire once more between her legs, through the probes’ eyelets. The last remaining inches of the vile cord captured the cinch around her thumbs. Yanking out the slack drove Nicole’s fettered digits deeply into the crack of her ass.
With the skill of a surgeon, Dominic knotted the wire in place. He did so in a fashion which left the bird’s nest of twisted metal within easy reach of her unrestrained fingers. Given time, Nicole would no doubt discover this apparent oversight and desperately try to undo the knot. However, she could pick and prod at the snarled clump with her numbed fingers for a month and not make any headway. If, by some miracle she were to succeed, the key knot would still be anchored at her navel, hopelessly out of reach.
Now it was time to unveil the true evil behind this latest bind. With another nod, Dominic signaled his henchman to release Nicole’s shoulders. The blonde’s weight and strained posture instantly sought the support of the cold marble floor beneath her. As her thrusting bosom mashed into the ground once more, her spine straightened. The result was horrific.
Nicole thought her arms were being ripped from their sockets, as the guitar string tight crotch cord shrank even more. Immediately, she arched her back, desperately trying to relieve the strain. She was able to restore the bite of the line to its original, intolerable state, but knew the reprieve was temporary. There was no way she could hold this pose for very long.
Things deteriorated rapidly, as Dominic rolled her over on to her back. Driving her head into the ground and thrusting her hips skyward proved slightly easier to do. It also made her lover’s job much easier as well.
With an ample supply of wire still remaining, he wound four passes around her upper thighs, just below her cunt. When he cinched these, the line sank into the firm muscles of her legs until it all but disappeared. Another lashing wound around her thighs, midway to her knees and was cinched. Yet another, secured her limbs just above her knees. The last, bit into her shins, just below her knees.
Fire engulfed Nicole’s legs and she was forced to clamp down on her artificial rapists. Like her arms, her legs quickly became numb, yet still felt the burn of every millimeter of the bindings. She had to get free! One more second restrained like this and she would surely go insane. But the madness did not come, nor did the hold of the cord ease. Hell, was here to stay.
“Alright, cunt.” Dominic growled. “Up you go.”
Nicole’s watering eyes looked at him in pained disbelief. Surely he didn’t expect her to stand, trussed up like this. To her agony-filled misery, that’s just what happened. Dominic reached down and lifted her restraint stiffened form to her feet. He held her as she tottered on her still high heel sandaled feet, which minced to the very limited freedom her leg bindings allowed.
Seemingly having been raised in high heels, Nicole now found them to be an incredible hindrance. The crushing agony she suffered from nose to kneecap made focus impossible. She staggered like a toddler, threatening to pitch over any second. Time to adjust to this impossible development was not granted. However, one of the henchmen did step forward to grasp her wrenched shoulders so that Dominic could continue his evil plans.
Nicole watched watery eyed, as her lover slipped a loop of wire over her right breast. It was a most maddening sensation to observe this act happening inches from her face and be unable to do anything to stop it. Her arms and hands reflexively tried to reach around and swat his hands away. The mere flexing of those muscles caused the wire to bite into her, a painful reminder of her helplessness.
When the loop was positioned at the base of her breast, Dominic offered the blonde a wry, humorless smile. Then he jerked on the cord. The hoop shrank, cutting into the soft skin and flesh. Instantly, her firm, silicone enhanced tit ballooned. Aside from the gnaw of the wire on the tender area, Nicole’s teet tingled as it swelled unnaturally.
Dominic wound several more passes around her captured breast, each one viciously tight. After securing the metal strands so they wouldn’t slip, he brought the wire up behind her neck, then back down to her other mammary. The procedure was repeated, with no mercy shown for this boob either.
When he’d knotted the cord and snipped off the excess, Nicole’s breasts remained elevated on her chest, drawn slightly toward one another. Already, the tautly stretched skin was taking on an alarming crimson hue. Nicole felt her garroted breasts take on the same prickly numbness as her other fettered limbs. Dominic thumped the tautly stretched skin with his finger, as if checking the ripeness of a melon. The blonde was astonished at how the seemingly insignificant blow, hurt. She peered down helplessly at her misshapen breasts, conscious of how the globes she caressed and cleansed daily, were now hopelessly out of reach.
Dominic stepped behind her out of sight, the goon still helping her stand. She felt some uncharacteristically gentle tugs on her hair, as he obviously was focusing his attention there. Such “gentleness” would be short lived.
Gathering up her wavy, ass-length tresses, he captured them with another loop of wire, roughly even with her scrunched shoulder blades. He then folded up her hair and wrapped the whole bundle tight. He worked the trailing end of wire behind her lower elbow cinch. Bracing a hand against her neck, he drew out the slack.
Nicole suddenly felt an increasingly violent tug on her scalp. Reflexively, she tipped her head back, face pointing skyward. The tension persisted, then seemed to stabilize. But when she attempted to ease the strain on her neck, her head remained locked in place. She noted that her effort somehow transmitted this tension through her arms, ending with a flexing of the crotch cord.
A decidedly unwanted byproduct of this development, was that this new posture, drove the enormous ball gag and the mysterious wad of cloth behind it, deeper down her throat. Nicole retched yet again, her face turning scarlet as she tried to breath. Somehow, she knew not how, she was able to clear her airway once more. And once more, barely.
So immersed in her misery, she never felt Dominic slip a wire around her neck and knot it below her bulging Adam’s apple. Standing off a pace, he signaled his aide to release his mistress. Immediately, Nicole staggered off to one side, her tiny, hampered steps struggling to keep her upright.
“C’mon bitch,” Dominic growled, “it’s time for a change in scenery”.
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