Part 12 - Steve
This is my account of the third and final day.
It was time to get out our toys and increase the intensity. We usually follow a
pattern where the first day is pretty much normal sexual activity if you want to
call rape, cherry busting, and butt fucking normal. The second day we get more
serious and ratchet up the pain. I suppose it is human nature to always be
looking for a greater thrill.
Bill and I watched the local news as we ate breakfast. The disappearance of
Christine and Joanne was not the lead story but it was featured. There was a
short statement read by the family lawyer asking for the public's help in
finding the pair. The husband and two children stood by the lawyer looking sad
and miserable. Next, they had one of those pretty newswomen standing out in
front of the police station located in the same town where the mall was. She was
telling everyone that the police had called in the FBI since the state line was
nearby. Bill thought the newswoman looked hot and suggested we select her to
participate in our next field trial. I agreed it was an interesting idea and
worthy of further consideration.
Bill and I finished breakfast then fed our guests and let them take a shower.
That went smoothly. Their feet were still a mess. Christine could only get to
the bathroom if we carried her between us. Joanne was able to sort of hop on one
foot. Like we said earlier, we overdid the foot whipping
Once we had Mother and Daughter back on the beds with their heads in the box, we
resumed our activities. I selected two dildos. One was a latex replica of a
human arm. Faggots use it to simulate fist fucking. It's basically a rubber fist
and forearm all the way to the elbow. It's about two feet long. The other dildo
was your basic ten-inch rubber cock with a pair of balls.
Bill grabbed Christine's legs and pulled them back over her head in a "V". I
rubbed some K-Y on her ass and worked a finger or two in there to loosen her up.
You could tell by her crying and pleading she was not too crazy about the idea.
I got her butt hole loosened up then inserted the K-Y nozzle and gave it a good
squeeze. That put at least half a tube of lube in her ass. I lubed up the latex
arm. I used several fingers to work her butt open and then substituted the latex
fist. It took a good strong shove to get it past her asshole. The little lady
kept up her begging and pleading. "Stop, just fuck my pussy" she kept saying. I
told her we were going to fuck her pussy as soon as we got this up her ass. Once
the fist popped inside her ring, it took a good hard shove and we buried that
monster all the way inside her chocolate highway. Her butt ring was stretched
tight as a rubber band around the end of the rubber arm. I can't understand what
faggots get out of that. It looked real painful. She was hollering for us to
take it out. I stuck a couple of fingers in her snatch and yes; I could feel the
arm in her ass.
Next, we turned our attention to Joanne. I held her legs while Bill did the
honors. He used K-Y to lube her butt hole. He loosened her sphincter with his
fingers then she shoved that ten-inch cock home while our little lady screamed
her lungs out. At this point, both Mother and Daughter would have opted to suck
a dog's dick if we would remove our toys from their ass holes.
I climbed on Joanne and penetrated that tight little pussy. You could feel that
rubber cock right alongside my real one. It made her extra tight. And it must
have been painful because she was sobbing her heart out. I bit a nipple hard
enough to draw blood; then did the same to the other one. Her little body was
heaving and twisting as much as the restraints allowed.
On the other bed, Bill was giving it to Christine. Ever time Bill stroked home,
she screamed. He was chewing on her nipples and biting down hard. Bill and I
swapped cunts. Christine's pussy was really tight. You could feel that big
rubber arm as you fucked her. I pushed my cock against it and that seemed to
cause her extra pain. I fucked her pussy pushing against the arm listening to
her begging me to stop. Bill was having similar fun with Joanne.
We swapped fuck holes a couple more times before we dumped our loads in their
twats. It was kind of awesome looking down at Christine's pussy with her asshole
wrapped tightly around the rubber arm and her pussy gapped open with my cum and
little streaks of blood leaking out. Joanne looked pretty much the same except
there was more blood. There was even more blood on their tits. I played around
with the digital cameras to make sure we had good close-ups of those tortured
cunts. Maybe one day, we would print off a copy, frame them, and mail it to
Mother and Daughter as keepsakes.
We got out the tit presses and needles for the next and final round. We told
Christine that we were going to put Joanne's boobs in the press first so she
could listen to her daughter scream. I took pliers in each hand and got a firm
grip on each nipple and stretched her little knockers out till they looked like
they were being rippled off. Bill fitted the press around them and started
tightening. It took a few seconds for the four wing nuts to reach the point
where the pressure started.
At that point, the little bitch went crazy. Having your tits squeezed flat
between two boards must seriously hurt. She started begging us to just fuck her,
even her ass. She offered to suck our cocks if we removed the press. Bill just
kept tightening and Joanne just kept screaming. Mom was getting excited about
what we were doing to Joanne. Joanne's legs were shaking. When the boards were
about one and a half inches apart we stopped. Steve handed me a needle and I
pushed it through one nipple while he did the other. Then I took a second longer
needle and went right back through the end of the nipple back into the breast. I
would say it went all the way between the boards and hit the sternum. The force
of the press compacted the flesh and you had to shove hard to penetrate that
area. Joanne was gasping for breath against the pain.
We left Joanne to suffer. Her ass was full of ten inches of hard rubber cock.
Her tits were squeezed to about the height of a sandwich and there were two
needles in each tit.
Christine's bigger knockers looked ready for the press. I grabbed her long
nipples with the pliers and practically lifted her off the bed. What a wail she
let out as she arched her back trying to get her boobs higher. Bill put the
press in place and ran up the wing nuts. Christine had big round full tits and
the press started to force the nipple and about three inches of tit flesh to
balloon out the front of the press. Bill tightened to where each breasts was
purple. Mother Christine was screaming her lungs out. I stuck my fingers in her
pussy and grabbed the arm dildo with my fingers and squeezed. Mom let out a big
powerful scream and passed out cold.
We went back to Joanne and started playing pincushion with her little boobs. We
had 10-15 needles in each tit. She screamed when we put a needle in. She
screamed some more when we tightened the press.
Christine returned to consciousness. Bill handed me a box of needles. We put so
many needles in her boobs we ran out of tit flesh. I selected a couple of
pointed meat skewers and worked one of them in through her tit and started
scraping her sternum with the point. I read somewhere that bone scraping as it
is called is one of the most hideous of all tortures. Based on Christine's
reaction, I would have to agree.
We switched to Christine's pussy and embedded quite a few needles in the labia
and clitoris. The clit is super sensitive and she jerked her body up off the bed
each time I speared it with a needle. I did a little bone scraping of the pubic
bone.
We switched over to Joanne's twat to pierce her little pussy. Both women were
hysterical. There was time for one final fuck. We pulled the needles and skewers
out and mounted the women. I went deep into Joanne. The dildo in her ass still
made for a tight fit of her pussy around my cock. I started tightening the tit
press again as I fucked away. The little bitch seemed beyond caring so I reached
down grabbed her little belly button stud and yanked it right out. It tore away
a piece of her navel. She let out what must have been her loudest scream of the
whole three days. Then the little bitch fainted. I fucked the shit out of her
for a few more minutes and then shot my load in that snatch for the last time.
We removed the tit press. The dildos took a little effort to get out of their
assholes. There was a lot of blood. Nothing looked permanently damaged except
Christine's nipples and Joanne's navel. Both were pretty fucked up.
It was documentation time. We sent each one to the shower then sat them down at
a computer and showed them the template. I had to motivate Joanne to participate
by telling her that failure to write would cause her mother to lose her clitoris
and Joanne her ears. Most people respond positively when you threaten them with
disfigurement, especially women.
