Chapter 1: Kidnapped

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Heterosexual, Fiction, Slut Wife, BDSM, MaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Sadistic, Torture, Gang Bang, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Fisting, Sex Toys, Scatology, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Violent, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Kidnapped - Ch 1- Wife is captured and displayed on internet feed. Ch 2- My wife teases on her way to work on the NYC subway. She goes well beyond exposing herself to a few strangers, but stops before they were ready to stop. Royally pissed off, they seek revenge. Ch3 - Her harsh, foul, cruel punishment by rape and gang bang! Ch4 - She's rescued and learns a big lesson!?!{B}

Sue's birthday was still two days away, so what kind of lame surprise party waits for the right day? Friday night is a great one for parties since we can let loose, get wasted and stay up all night. Sue's boss gave her a last-minute rush chore to do that gave him, and us, an extra hour to gather at home for the usual 'surprise' SCREAM out. Their office is very conservative - during work hours. The ten coworkers who were religiously conservative 24x7 were also with us. They were always in bed by 10:00 p.m., so we only had to be 'nice' until 9. Until then, not only could there be no sex talk or innuendo, but we had to REALLY behave. A simple 'DAMN' would make them blush crimson. I don't know how my liberal, exhibitionist mate could stand them all DAMN day. If all goes as I planed it, Sue will be dancing naked for us by 11pm.

We expected Sue by 7, but it was already 8:20 so I was getting worried! Where was she? Sue is hard to fool, so I had to wonder if she knew I had a house full of guests waiting to surprise her. She had admitted that she enjoyed flashing strangers on the subway and has often gone far past her stop just to keep teasing them. Maybe THAT indulgence was keeping her from her party? Of course I can't tell the Bible thumpers that. The phone rang at 8:45. Caller ID said it was Sue. "Finally! Where the F ... umm, heck have you been. You better have a Fu ... VERY good reason for scaring the shi ... crap out of me. WELL?"

"Is that anyway to express concern for your loving wife?" asked a deep male voice. "Unless you really don't care if you ever see her again."

The group was pressing for details so I put the caller on speaker and pressed a finger to my lips to shush them. "WHAT? What do you mean? Who is this? Ohhh, I get it. She guessed I'm having a surprise party for her and she's turning it around on us. You're a friend of hers pulling a prank for her. Wow! I hate to admit it, but you got me. For a second, I was really afraid for her safety. Let me talk with her."

"This is no fucking joke pal! She can't talk because she's tied up ... very tied up. Don't you want proof we have her? What was she wearing when she went to work today? Do you even know?"

This guy was playing it well, but I'm already too annoyed to hear any more. "Of course I know. She wore her royal blue jacket and skirt, almond blouse, burgundy shoes and matching belt or sash. But that's not proof." I only knew those details because she pestered me for my opinion while she debated wearing her favorite outfit vs. something looser and easier to undo on the train.

"Hmmm. No, of course not. Anyone who saw her could tell you what she wore - on the outside. What kind of panties and bra did she wear? Shit, I guess I should tell YOU that. She wore a monogrammed pink bikini panty and black demi bra with half lace cups. Right? Yet if this is a joke, she could have told me that. She didn't. I had a good long look for myself, but why should you believe me? Maybe you want me to mail you her finger? Or a tit? Yea, I'll send you her left fucking tit. You'll know it by the markings near her tall, pretty nipple at 7 o'clock. Would you believe me then? Hmmm, OK, how would I know what embarrasses her, if anything? I know it's NOT getting naked for strangers. Sure she could tell me, but what if I make her friends and family see her naked or getting laid? Is that proof enough?"

He was wrong, but didn't understand her paradoxical compulsions. She would prefer to show him her underwear or her freckled tit rather than just telling him, but that still doesn't prove kidnaping. How else could he know what embarrasses her unless Sue told him her most guarded secrets? Or he figured them out from intimately observing her? I know she's embarrassed by odd things and didn't want anyone to know what those were. "I can accept that. Why are you so fixated on embarrassing her? How do I know this still isn't a bluff?"

"Go check your e- mail. 'She' sent a personal invitation to her closest friends to join her in a private video message. But SHE didn't. I did. And it ain't private! Check your trash can at the curb. Her expensive handbag is in it with her ID and all her papers. Might she risk losing that for a prank? Would you like to see your 'innocent' wife? Go to URL http://WWW.IMASLUTONTRAINS.COM."

As a borderline germphobe, Sue would never again use anything that was in the trash for even a minute, so she would NOT put her favorite bag in the trash. Could this be real? My anxiety spiked. Frightened guests crowded around our PC. Dom checked the trash can and returned with her $1200 Gucci bag. The e-mail from 'Sue' was there as he said and the CC: list had more than 300 names in it. My heart skipped, and sank. At the web site, we all saw a closeup of bare feet with burgundy shoes between them. "Are you at the website yet? Good. Click on the shoes and enter the password SUEISACOCKTEASINGBITCH to make the picture live, real time. The box at the bottom is how we'll 'chat'. See you there." [click]

Though this guy obviously didn't understand her need to expose herself, that alone shouldn't make him this angry. What could she have done to piss him off like this? I typed, "OK, I'm here, what do you want?" In answer, the camera jumped to a live shot and slow scan up over two bare feet and two rope-tied ankles tightly secured to bed posts and held widely apart. Shapely, tanned calves lead to knees folded over the end of the bed and bared thighs. A royal blue, ruffled skirt was still modestly set at a high 8" above her knees. When the camera reached a burgundy sash on a bared waist, all the guests gasped. The disheveled almond blouse was still buttoned, though all the buttons were offset by one. The still unidentified woman's arms were tied tightly to opposite bed posts. The camera stopped at the small chested woman's neck. We could see a dark, lumpy bra thru the translucent blouse. At her left side, on the beige sheet, was a neatly folded royal blue jacket with a name tag. The camera zoomed into it until we could all read the company name and 'SUE' clearly etched in it.

Someone wildly jostled the camera up, finally halting when we saw FOUR figures wearing President masks. Playing to the cam, Nixon gruffly asked "Do you know this cock teaser?" They scanned over a flat chest to a pretty face. It LOOKS like Sue. Still, the big red-ball gag in her mouth distorted her face too much to be sure. I still didn't want to believe it. "I'm turning on my mic so I don't have to type to you. FDR, pull her knees apart and point the cam up her skirt, show them." It only lifts 6" yet we saw much more of her bare thighs, all the way to her bright pink bikini panty. Oh oh!

"She could still be a double. Show me any marks or tats that ID her." I figured that would either end the prank or, if this were just another game, give Sue the gift of an excuse to expose herself to all 300+ of us. So far, they haven't mentioned the big S tattoo near her asshole. JFK leaned a palm heavily on her mons, and drew a muffled 'oommpf'. He probed its borders and slipped a switchblade along her thighs, far up her skirt - to her crotch. He pried the point thru the frock and slit the expensive garment from her groin down to the hem. Reversing the knife, he cut to the waist, so splitting the expensive and pretty skirt in two. He flipped it off each thigh, fully exposing her monogrammed pink panty, well toned, now frantic legs and a fattened, obvious camel toe. How could she be aroused by this? This might still be one of Sue's fantasies and a very expensive, wild birthday gift to herself.

"Type your answers. What marks are you looking for? Maybe the three blemishes under her right nipple or even better, this crescent blue stain on the outer edge of her left pussy lip? How about the big, pale red S on her little ass? That enough ID for you?" He pressed her panty deep into her gash with his fat thumb and painfully stretched her snatch for us to inspect her blue markings. She wildly stomped her feet which let us see the edge of her big S tattoo.

"OK, OK! It looks like her. What do you want?"

"We want you and her friends to SEE what your 'modest, innocent' cheatin slut does when you're not looking. We just want REVENGE! See, she's teased all of us, except Bush, flirted and flashed us all. But she didn't stop there. If she had, I'd just be grateful for the show. CAN YOU TELL I'M FAR PAST PISSED OFF? Before I tell you what she's been up to, let's get comfortable. We went live on the internet when we panned to her blouse, so the whole porn world joined you and your house party. You hear that, slut?" Sue groaned angrily around her gag. Yet her puffy pussy was still obviously gaping thru the panty. "She really does have a beautiful cunt and I think you should all see it. Looks like 40,000 are watching it pulse and puff up already. She's such a slut, I'll bet more than a few have already had a tasty close up." Six of the conservatives ran out of the house in a full gallop with hands over their ears.

Nixon took the blade and slashed the panty from the inside, across her mons. The flap fell closed again so he cut the waistband at the side and flipped the rendered panty open and onto the bed. Despite pulling her knees against the tight, coarse ropes, most of her pussy was clearly exposed to the camera. "You think this bitch would let us ruin her $1800 suit for a prank? Since she enjoys stripping for strangers, but under her control, we figured taking away that control and fucking her while friends watched should punish her snubbing us!" He twirled his fingers thru her damp curlies. There was no doubt now. I recognized her intricate, puffy, sculptured inner lips. I could almost scent her tasty pussy over the inet.

"By the way sweetie, you are displaying this lovely pussy to all your closest friends by special invitation FROM YOU, RIGHT NOW! - LIVE! Ha haha HAA!" Did he just cackle? "JFK tracked down your email account, cracked it, and sent out invitations to everyone in your address book. The invitations were to a surprise event they could not miss. In case we missed anyone, we've also been advertising your public deflowering video on the main porn sites. They'll spread the word. All I offered there was a tease of what's coming and that the video would NOT be available until today at 9 p.m ... They won't know it's a live feed until my friends are completely satisfied. Your husband can still type to us and only we will see it. It was very helpful that you invited everyone to your party tonight by email! Thanks!

"But you still have too many clothes on. Bush, come closer and try to catch these blouse buttons flying away when I cut them off. Just two buttons and her navel is again exposed to us ... oh yeah, and so's her cooch. One more button gets me to her bra. Oops, the last button flew across the room and let her pretty blouse fall fully open. Well! I wonder why her front opening bra is so loose." He slid a hand under a loose cup and pretended to search for something. "Shouldn't there be a tit in here? Isn't that what these little cups are for? I don't feel one, let's check if we can see one."

When lying on her back, her tiny A cup tits vanish but leave her tall, perfect nipples behind. He needlessly cut the strapless bra at her right side and harshly yanked both parts off her chest. Grabbing her hardened nipples firmly, he brutally jerked and shook them so the slim tits jiggled off her ribs. She moaned. "Hmm. These looked so much bigger when they were hanging in my face. I'll check them that way again in a little while. You think they'll swell up when I use my dick to pump them up thru her ass?"

Bush chimed in and abruptly shoved a finger as deep into her pussy as possible, "can I fuck her now, huh? This wet pussy is calling to me. I want her now. Then you can have her ass." She groaned in despair ... and bliss.

"Not yet Jo ... uh Bush. But you can show her and everyone watching why I asked you to join us though you haven't seen her before today." Bush quickly dropped his bulging pants. Then he dropped his shorts and let his 10" snake leap out. Sue gulped at the menacing sight. If the length wasn't enough to scare her, the baseball bat sized dick head made her eyes bulge. Hell, it scared ME!

Nixon was still mindlessly flipping the switch blade when he moved toward her thick auburn patch. He dragged the flat of the threatening, glistening, razor-sharp blade over her navel, compressed her bush and then over her clit, finally stopping under it with the dull edge displacing the precious clit. The unspoken threat was frighteningly obvious. One slight twitch and her life would be changed forever. I cringed at the slightest possibility that he might detach her cherished clit and maliciously send it arcing toward the web cam. We clearly saw the closeup of her fattened, damp lips and her turgid clit standing tall, awaiting execution. Was the blade cold? Or was she actually enjoying this?

"Maybe a better revenge would be if I cut off these excited little lips and your little man. You'd struggle for life with orgasms and I'd pickle your bud to keep it on a neck chain to remind me every day how I got even with you! I might just stir fry your pussy and have it with a very dry Chianti. Can you feel the cold steel against your priceless clit? First, I'm just going to ensure that all your friends and many, many strangers have a clear photo of this pretty pussy, with a clear bust of you and your tiny tits flattened out as they are right now. Just in case there's any doubt, I'll put your name tag on the photos too. You'll never find all those images around the planet. HAA! You'll be naked to the world for the rest of your life and beyond. Every job interview, every time you shop, PTA meetings, wherever you go, every fucking place, you'll wonder if those strangers and any new friends have already seen you and your teensy tits naked. Mr. Presidents, we can finger her while I chat with her husband and friends. Dig in!"

Several more party guests had already left. The rest were actually relieved at Nixon's subtly implied promise not to harm her. Some relaxed enough to find her planet-wide exposure arousing. If Nixon can be trusted, I can relax a little too and believe she is at least safe from harm. Humiliated for life, maybe, but safe. That was a huge and risky 'IF'. Remaining calm and protecting her from the worst possibilities was getting harder and harder. JFK and FDR held Sue's legs apart with their legs. Their fingers cruelly traced her pulsing pussy, swollen clit and open, wet, pink hole for portrait perfect closeups. Nixon bit her nipple hard, leaving deep teeth marks and a drop of blood, before telling his raging story.

"Hubby may already know this, but her friends and the 48,000 new viewers may not. Here's why I'm so pissed at her. She'd start as soon as you, her deluded husband, dropped her at the subway, often loosening her skirt or unbuttoning her blouse. I noticed her for several days before she first stood over me. By then, she'd already teased a few men and a woman. When they didn't respond as she wanted, she moved on. Almost as soon as she picked her spot near me on the crowded train, she started teasing.

"That first time, after declining my seat, she further unbuttoned and bunched up her shirt. The bottom of her dressy shirt was wrapped high around her ribs and one button held it sort of closed, below her bra. I guess she liked my reaction since she then hiked up her skirt and exposed her tiny panty to me and several others seated nearby. Then she bent far over while scrunching her shoulders to force some cleavage to appear and make her tiny tits look bigger and rounder. Since I had already been watching her and knew she'd move on if I didn't play with her, I knew I had to molest her right away. Yet I hesitated a minute. Finally, when I couldn't stand it a second more, I cautiously stroked her exposed thighs and she didn't resist. Blaming the crowds, I guess, for pushing or crowding her, she straddled my legs and leaned against my seat. She moved close enough that I could smell her steaming snatch and couldn't do anything about it. As if daring me, she laughed at my squirming. I responded to her taunting and slid my hands up her thighs, bumped and slid both thumbs along her wet snatch. And finally, being sure to raise the back of her skirt above her waist so others could check out her ass, I wrapped my hands around her muscular cheeks. She groaned, pulled away and left abruptly.

"One day, using the crowd to block for me, I slid my hands all the way up her loose dress. She jumped a little, but then leaned closer, her shins against my seat, her hips arched forward toward my face. Her eyes and smile said 'It's about time!'. I cupped her firm ass, circled around her mons, and pulled her panties down to her skirt hem. The crotch hung, exposed, below her hem. She barely looked around. Since, at that time, I still thought she wanted to stay covered, I was careful not to expose her to everyone. We know better now! I fingered her back crack, rubbed her winking brown hole, then her front gash. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back- still no objections. What do you think of miss innocent now?"

"I don't believe you. This sounds like a fantasy in your head." Actually, I did believe she'd go that far. I accepted her flashing and wildness, but her lying to me by not sharing details of her adventures was more disturbing. THAT was a breach of trust. I could only hope we'd have a chance to discuss it later.

"When I slipped my thumb then two more fingers in her plump, wet pussy, she squatted on them. The noisy train drowned out her squishing snatch for all but me and my friend next to me. He slid a hand up her dress and against her swollen, dripping lips then slipped a finger in her pussy next to mine. She loved it. Like a standing appointment, she was in the same car every morning at the same time. I guess she liked our fingers inside her. Soon, she stopped wearing panties for us. Sometimes my friend finger fucked her ass while my fingers fucked her pussy. She climaxed every day, as quietly but not as subtly as possible. She knew many in the crowd were watching her. We all knew!

"One day she came with a snug skirt. She stood with her feet between each of our legs, with hers spread wide. Her skirt climbed as she opened her legs wider for us. Stockings, garters and no panties were not uncommon either. After two weeks of finger fucking her holes daily, I still hadn't seen her fuzzy pussy! Before we even touched her that day, she was breathing hard. She moaned pleadingly, swung her hips and made her skirt climb teasingly higher. It went above her stockings and we saw her wetness glistening on her thighs. Each time she dipped her hips she taunted us some more. When we saw her ass and bits of her pussy, we plunged deeply into her holes again. From then on, we didn't try to hide her from anyone else.

"I couldn't tell if she liked that more or not. By then we knew she wanted to get publically fucked and didn't care what else she wanted. She gave us her pussy to fiddle as we liked, so that was a promise to fuck us. She still hadn't spoken a single word to us. When she wore a loose dress, I pulled it over my head and pressed my face against her fragrant raphe. When she wore a tight skirt, I just pulled it up to her waist quickly. No fanfare, just bare ass/cunt naked. Either way, I put my tongue in her too. All this during morning rush hour! Once she got away with being bottomless for the ride, she started hanging around my neck. That put her tits in my face, so I fished them out of her flimsy bras. My friend took one while I sucked and bit the other. Bent over as she was, her bare ass was in the face of another friend who enjoyed sniffing, fingering and rimming it. Very often, when I reached around her, I found a random hand stroking her bare ass or poking her asshole. Some of those were female. Once, I found a hard cock parked in her ass crack.

"From then on, all she wore was a dress, or skirt and blouse, with no underwear. For a few days, she bent right over and let me compress her clothes to a crumpled belt. In fact, she INSISTED. Until then we were careful not to damage her clothes. Soon, we watched her squeeze thru the crowd to get to us while compressing her clothes herself so she was naked before she reached us. She was already breathing hard and wild eyed! We started to pick other seats so she had to hunt for us. She did. Even so, as soon as she spotted us, she began stripping in the crowd."

How could he not figure out that if she WANTED to fuck him, she'd have done it by then? Doing it on a public train, in a crowd, would add to the thrill for her. "Really? And all that time, she never touched or exposed your dicks? I don't believe you. What do you want from me?" I wouldn't put it past her to be so publicly blatant. Still, hiding this from me was a violation of the extended trust to which we'd agreed. She already had my permission, yet she still chose to 'cheat' and lie. Forbidden fruit?

"Oh, she touched our dicks. She unzipped us, pushed her hand in our pants and jerked us off. We started going commando to make it easier for her. She'd grin madly when we spewed, then lick our cum off her hands, but she wouldn't expose our cocks. THAT seemed to embarrass her. We often left the train with big wet spots in our pants thanks to her. She knew we'd have fucked all her holes right there on the train if she pulled our stiff cocks out. You know, I STILL didn't mind anything about our play times.

"The last time she came to us, we pushed her a little harder. When she had all her clothes around her waist, we all pulled down the sweat pants we wore that day. She froze, naked above three swollen, exposed cocks. For a minute, she just stared and couldn't decide what to do. She reached out, but before touching us, she bolted. So after months of satisfying her to orgasm during rush hour, she stopped showing up. We were ready to stick our dicks in her, as I'm sure she wanted, and she stopped meeting us.

"Tossed aside, demeaned, dicks exposed to all, we were all pissed at your cock teaser. It took us many weeks to find her again. When she saw us, she literally snubbed us - nose stuck up and all! We followed her to work, learned her name and found her home. Now we take what she denied us. We want it in the most humiliating way there is and if this isn't it, we'll keep trying! When we're done with her spent pussy we'll leave her naked somewhere public."

"So you weren't satisfied with finger fucking my wife or getting a hand job from her. THAT sparked your mindless retaliation? Remember the sage advice 'When planning revenge, first dig two graves.' Think about it. You've already embarrassed her. I think she likes showing her body to people she knows. Yet she's embarrassed if strangers, who she may never meet again, see her naked. So how does this make sense? I think you're right about her control problem. That explains the appeal of the subway show. Why not stop here? Send her out the door now - naked. Let her walk in public, with no control, with her hands tied behind her. Isn't that more than enough punishment for her high crime? Now I'm pissed at her too, so wait an hour before you tell me where you drop her." Would he buy my feigned anger at her?

In answer, he forced Sue to roll to her side and strain against the coarse ropes. After removing the ball gag, he untied her wrists. This wasn't an act of kindness. After sitting her up, he pealed the last of her clothes off her back and down her arms. He taunted her with her expensive, de-buttoned blouse for a few seconds. Grinning maniacally, he shredded the last garment inches from her face. Finally, he tied her arms together behind her back. Sue was completely naked and her forearms were laced together at mid back. He cruelly pinched and pulled her nipples, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of screaming out though her tumescent nipples betrayed her arousal. He shoved her back onto the bed and laughed at the way her tiny tits rebounded.

Nixon positioned the cam so we could see the plunging fingers of two men invade her pussy while a third shoved two dry fingers deep into her ass. "Not good enough!" He greased his finger in her pussy too then rapidly replaced the hand in her ass and rushed deep into her asshole. Sue screamed. Blood dripped from her back hole to the bed. Sue wasn't resisting any longer. She moaned in pain when she felt three fingers stretch her snatch and moaned again when she felt the ass invasion. Nixon brutally poked her ass several times until she loosened her round muscles. He rubbed an aloe lotion into her rectum and she looked up into his eyes and meekly thanked him for the cool balm. THANKED HIM! Even if it were an act of kindness, why would she show gratitude?

"Don't thank me yet bitch." He dropped his pants and shorts, roughly pushed a finger back in her pussy then wiped her juices on his dick. I knew where this was going! He untied her ankles and tossed them onto his shoulders. This looked more repugnant than all he'd already done. Sue screeched in pain as he savagely forced his dick head into her ass. I noticed a mark on his balls, a jagged scar. The next time it was visible, I took a screen shot. This is evidence to ID this creep later. He kept pressing until he popped past her inner ring then angrily pushed his revenge weapon into her until his pubes harshly flattened her cushy little ass. Each time his shaft withdrew, we all saw a narrow blood streak along the right side of his rod. "Are you watching this hubby? Are her friends?"

"Yes, we are. The world of strangers is watching. You don't seem to be enjoying my wife's ass." Sue never said she fantasized about rough sex against her will. If that's another lie, it's biting her on the ass, and tits, this very moment! "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I am. And I'm afraid your wife is enjoying this too much for my sake. Let's ask her. Ohh, she can't answer with a cock in her mouth. JFK's grunts say she's actively sucking his dick. Damn! I don't want her enjoying this! Maybe it's time for Bush's big dick to split her open. What do you say folks? Listen up lady. Before we're done, we're gonna spray cum all over and in you. I promise, we're gonna soak your expensive suit, your hair, your bowls, your cunt and your throat with it. SHIT! That's not bothering her either!"

His rage was still building, fueled by her lack of suffering. I have to get her out of there. "Even if her pussy were dry, and we see it's not, that's not punishment to her. She's aroused and so enjoys some pain. You can leave her punishment to me. I know how..."

"That wouldn't be very satisfying to us, would it? No, we'll fuck her for a few hours on the inet and then embarrass and hopefully disgust her. She has 68,000 viewers now and I expect that at least to triple before we're done. When our balls are dried out, we're gonna shit on every hole she has. Especially her mouth. Hey, cunt, do you think you'll enjoy being smeared in shit and forced to eat some?" Sue gagged at the thought. One of my guests ran from the room, retching. NOW he was getting to her. I couldn't tell if he were serious, but the threat alone was effective.

"Please don't shit on me, please. I promise I'll have to puke all over you. I can't stop that. If yo... " [gmmmmp]. Nixon shoved his crooked dick down her throat to shut her up. Her terrified expression pleased him. It may be hours before we know if he truly intends to smear my wife in fresh scat. I have to keep reminding myself that so far, except for the blood, she isn't doing anything she hasn't done or wanted before. Sure that's rationalizing, but I can't cope with this and my rage without it. I quietly scribbled a note and slipped it to Lee. "Call FBI. Give them URL and explain it all. They only have a few hours to trace the site. I'll stall them."

"She seems too comfortable. Watch this!" He produced two medium roach clips and snapped them loudly near the web cam. No one wanted to watch the cruelty. I felt sickened, but I at least HAD to keep watching. Nixon pulled her back up by her nipples and flounced her small tits. He snapped the clips by her nose and she winced at the threat. Her perfect nipples were standing tall, perfect targets. He pinched a clip and poised it around a nipple. Sue and all who were still watching inhaled sharply at the imminent pain. He let it SNAP closed on her precious, sensitive nipple! She screamed, and I grit my teeth. Two more crimson drops of blood slowly slid down the clips. He laughed and took too much delight in Sue's pain. When she quieted and adjusted to the clamp, he twisted it and sent huge bolts of fresh pain echoing throughout her body and causing her to scream again. "Well, that's more like it!" The bastard!

Too soon, the raw nipple ceased giving him the satisfaction he wanted. Rather than attack her remaining nipple, he pushed the other clamp into her nose, around the central divider. He knew that would be nearly as painful as a nipple. Sue howled in pain and her tears immediately flowed heavily. The maniac laughed again and I couldn't distract him. He has to pay for this cruelty. The other presidents were getting impatient, but he wasn't done yet. Nixon twisted the nasal clamp to renew Sue's agony.

"Just one more little pleasure for me." There were several painful sites left for him to exploit. I was afraid for Sue. He dragged the nasal clamp out and snapped it. As he shoved three fingers harshly into her suffering pussy, he asked "How are we doing down here? Not very wet now, are you?" He licked those fingers clean, then snapped the clamp against her thigh. Against all hope, he did plan to abuse her clit with it. I felt faint at the thought. My knees buckled and I had to sit again before I fell. "Take a deep breath, bitch. Here it comes."

"NNO! NO, don't, please. I never hurt you like this." Those were her last words before he insanely snapped the roach clip onto her tender, swollen, vulnerable clit. Her agonized screech ended abruptly when she passed out. I was grateful for that, but still nauseated. Lee gave me a discreet 'thumbs up' and I understood that the F.B.I. was tracing the inet feed.

"Hey, Nixon! It looks like you've made your point. She's never again going to disrespect anyone as she did with you. She's learned her lesson. Why don't you drop her somewhere now, while she's down? We'll all take all this as a wake-up call and you can disappear. OK?" Worth a try, but I had little hope. He ignored me and slapped her face hard. No response. He wound up and swung again at her delicate face, leaving a deep, pale, full hand print. Her head snapped around, but she still didn't wake. "You better check her fucking pulse, asshole. If she's dead, I'll shred your skin off you before I let you die painfully. Check it NOW!"

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