nothing.
Susie was fully aware that there was more to this than just that horribly tight rope cutting into her. There was also the increasing itching and hot feeling in her vagina, accompanied by the same feeling in her rectum.
The two men who had bound her down were now setting up the camera, spaced apart to catch a side view and on almost directly up between her legs. During all this, Raszini stood back and simply watched.
Her worse fears were confirmed when that mild irritation down there grew to a strong itching, then a maddening itch that demanded to be scratched. After five minutes, had her hands not been bound so, she would have been clawing at herself in an effort to ease that torment. It was a kindness that she was bound, for otherwise she could have tore the tender flesh in that most private place with her fingernails.
The itching grew and whining noises began to fill the room. Susie would not beg them to stop this torment, but she could not help but to react to it. The muscles of her thighs were clenching, as were her buttocks. Other signs of the inner torment showed in the clenching of her fingers into fists and the twisting of her feet. As the strength of that cream approached its maximum effectiveness, her hands alternated between fluttering wildly and trying to claw at the ropes cutting into her wrists. Her eyes were closed and her teeth clenched tightly to keep in urge to scream. By the end of twenty minutes, a lesser woman would have been screaming. Susie held them in but could not keep from moaning loudly. She felt as if her mind was being flooded by the stimulation of every nerve between her legs, each one demanding that she do something to halt this torment.
Every muscle in her body tense, she tilted back her head and growled, “Arrrrgghhhh!” at the ceiling. Her hips strained to twist from side to side, her arms and legs strained against the ropes, and her head tossed from side to side; all expressions of the horrible burning and itching.
All the while the cameras recorded her suffering. Later in the day, an edited version of this torture would be sent to Sled’s cell phone. Raszini hoped that the sight would make him feel as tormented as this naked woman did. That lovely body with its widespread legs and beautiful, hairless Venus Mons was giving a hard-on to all the men in the room.
After half an hour, and with Susie still withering in agony, one of the men turned to Raszini and asked, “How long will this go on?”
“Hours,” Raszini replied with a smile. “Two or three at least.”
Just then, unable to hold it in any longer, Susie screamed. The first one was a sound of anguish but after that she began cursing them colorfully. “Assholes! Bastards! I’m going to kill you all!”
As she yelled at them, her body continued feeble attempts to break free of the ropes, twisting and jerking in a most delightful show.
“When she calms down a little, you can turn the cameras off. But leave her like this all morning,” Raszini told them. “This afternoon I have something planned that she will definitely not like.” He was grinning as he said it.
Chapter XXII
House of Discipline
Believe me, I did not want to look at the video appearing on that tiny screen of my phone. Yet, I could not force myself to press the button that would turn it off. There was Susie, my little sister, the girl I used to tease yet protected from school bullies, naked and bound spread out and being tortured. She was not screaming, but I knew her face and could see the pain and suffering there. It was not clear what they had done to her, but those pathetic struggles were driven by some strong feeling. Something was hurting her far beyond the tight ropes.
Her moans slowly increased as whatever it was that tormented her increased. You could see it on her face, in the taut, straining, trembling muscles. The view switched between two cameras, both showing the same thing: agony.
The video ceased abruptly. I
Susie was fully aware that there was more to this than just that horribly tight rope cutting into her. There was also the increasing itching and hot feeling in her vagina, accompanied by the same feeling in her rectum.
The two men who had bound her down were now setting up the camera, spaced apart to catch a side view and on almost directly up between her legs. During all this, Raszini stood back and simply watched.
Her worse fears were confirmed when that mild irritation down there grew to a strong itching, then a maddening itch that demanded to be scratched. After five minutes, had her hands not been bound so, she would have been clawing at herself in an effort to ease that torment. It was a kindness that she was bound, for otherwise she could have tore the tender flesh in that most private place with her fingernails.
The itching grew and whining noises began to fill the room. Susie would not beg them to stop this torment, but she could not help but to react to it. The muscles of her thighs were clenching, as were her buttocks. Other signs of the inner torment showed in the clenching of her fingers into fists and the twisting of her feet. As the strength of that cream approached its maximum effectiveness, her hands alternated between fluttering wildly and trying to claw at the ropes cutting into her wrists. Her eyes were closed and her teeth clenched tightly to keep in urge to scream. By the end of twenty minutes, a lesser woman would have been screaming. Susie held them in but could not keep from moaning loudly. She felt as if her mind was being flooded by the stimulation of every nerve between her legs, each one demanding that she do something to halt this torment.
Every muscle in her body tense, she tilted back her head and growled, “Arrrrgghhhh!” at the ceiling. Her hips strained to twist from side to side, her arms and legs strained against the ropes, and her head tossed from side to side; all expressions of the horrible burning and itching.
All the while the cameras recorded her suffering. Later in the day, an edited version of this torture would be sent to Sled’s cell phone. Raszini hoped that the sight would make him feel as tormented as this naked woman did. That lovely body with its widespread legs and beautiful, hairless Venus Mons was giving a hard-on to all the men in the room.
After half an hour, and with Susie still withering in agony, one of the men turned to Raszini and asked, “How long will this go on?”
“Hours,” Raszini replied with a smile. “Two or three at least.”
Just then, unable to hold it in any longer, Susie screamed. The first one was a sound of anguish but after that she began cursing them colorfully. “Assholes! Bastards! I’m going to kill you all!”
As she yelled at them, her body continued feeble attempts to break free of the ropes, twisting and jerking in a most delightful show.
“When she calms down a little, you can turn the cameras off. But leave her like this all morning,” Raszini told them. “This afternoon I have something planned that she will definitely not like.” He was grinning as he said it.
Chapter XXII
House of Discipline
Believe me, I did not want to look at the video appearing on that tiny screen of my phone. Yet, I could not force myself to press the button that would turn it off. There was Susie, my little sister, the girl I used to tease yet protected from school bullies, naked and bound spread out and being tortured. She was not screaming, but I knew her face and could see the pain and suffering there. It was not clear what they had done to her, but those pathetic struggles were driven by some strong feeling. Something was hurting her far beyond the tight ropes.
Her moans slowly increased as whatever it was that tormented her increased. You could see it on her face, in the taut, straining, trembling muscles. The view switched between two cameras, both showing the same thing: agony.
The video ceased abruptly. I
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