I love the defiant ones. They’re always so much more fun.” The human draped the whip across my back, turning it over so that the crude bars grazed the flesh. My eyes widened in terror. He sneered at me, and ripped the whip across my flank. A hot line seared through me, and I wailed, biting against the ring between my teeth until my jaw ached. The human’s eyes were wild, his lust incensed by my display of pain, he fucked my throat until I glugged between every breath, my neck contorting around the bulge in my gullet. The whip cracked across my back again, and again, and my spine bowed to flee the strikes, a useless instinctual reaction, but one that I could not control. And with the deepening of my spinal arch, I allowed for Bill to push to new depths in my ass, finding nerves that should never have felt the touch of another. I sobbed in anguish and horror, but I did not break. My fortress remained intact. The human stopped his strikes after the tenth lashing. My back was stripped bare, lacerations lining in a crisscross pattern. “This one’s tough.” The human said, a hint of admiration in his voice, “Hand me the wax, Bill.” I gagged around his cock, my eyes pleading with him. This wasn’t a tactical display of fear, but unfettered terror. The human savored the look, stroking my tear-stained cheek even as it went gaunt with suction. “This will close the wounds on your back,” he smiled with faux compassion, “but it might sting a little.” “You’re doing so well, Fifty-One!” Twenty-Three panted beside me, her upturned face red with exertion, her hips rolling behind her, “Just a little more, and you’ll be like me! We’ll be sisters!” “Come join the sisterhood, Fifty-One.” The human sniggered, tipping the ladle over my back. I wailed in unbridled agony, my knuckles turning white, my wrists rubbing raw against my shackles. The wax sizzled across my back, melting the flesh asian along the wounds, searing it closed. He slowly dripped it on me, moving methodically along the gashes in my back, every second an eternity. My face grew red with strain, I felt blood vessels bursting in my eyes, I screamed and screamed, and with each scream, I closed my throat around him, pulling him deeper into my esophagus. My whole body trembled, spasms shooting through my arms and legs, but my rapists never missed a beat, impaling me relentlessly between them, enjoying the tortured contractions of my holes. But my fortress remained intact. “My, my, you are a tough bitch, Fifty-One.” “Should we start pulling finger nails?” Bill asked. “Naw,” the human said, “I’m getting the feeling that Fifty-One is used to pain. I think she might actually like it.” “Are you a little masochistic bitch, Fifty-One?” Big Bill asked me. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t enjoying a thing they were doing to me, but they were right to an extent, I was no stranger to pain. “As much as we’d love to test the limits of your masochism, we’re on a strict schedule.” The man sighed, and proffered a syringe from his toolbox. He depressed the plunger, and purple liquid squirted from the needle. The he smiled down at me. “Do you know what this is, Fifty-One?” I nodded, feeling my heart sinking in my chest. No. No! Bill leaned in, his foul breath invading my nostrils, “In the old times, we had to torture you whores for months on end before you finally broke completely. I’m a bit nostalgic of those times myself, but society moves ever forward. You might be a tough bitch, Fifty-One, but no one’s ever outlasted chemistry.” He smiled fondly into my eyes, “I wish we had more time together, japanese truly I do. The things I would’ve done to you…” And in one motion, he pushed the needle into my aorta, and depressed plunger all the way. I slid my legs into the shorts. Suddenly it slides in. “Ohhhh fuck.” Could she feel his hardness? As I did so, with each button that was released, his bulge seemed to inflate, growing harder as I went on, until finally, it was fully inflated and released from the clinging wet asian prison of his japanese blue designer shorts. It took a while but finally Pallus pointed out an area that while not perfect would work. XVII The Visitor So he naturally had his left hand in my lap, and was using it to jack me off very adeptly, while I was using my right hand to jack him off, too. her palm and fingers began to outline his manhood through his pants. I pushed my cock deeper into her. We get interrupted by guest who call for waitress from first floor. “I need to get to work on the Miller brief.” I rolled her on top of me and Ha Na saw blood oozing from around my cock. Maddie and I complained, saying we would rather be there to support Will, but Mrs. Wagner wouldn’t have it. Don't think it will not fit. If I’d seen it then Ethan and that man must have. He cried out. “No, Master. Penny’s tongue sought and found Julie’s erect clit and Penny ran her tongue over and across causing it to swell even more. I think to myself that I’ve never had a woman hold my cock while I was peeing. “Oh, um, ok,” she replied, still uncertain if I was joking or not. Then she glanced up front.