Greg was inside her in seconds, humping the screaming woman, ramming his belly hard against her behind, forcing her belly to rock so hard up against the saddle that Claire's screams tore the air apart. This wasn't just rape, it was total ravishment, complete sexual possession, and Anne drooled. "She's got a mouth as well," she suggested to the Adam who was simply staring at the screaming woman, "why not spunk down her throat. You'd like to wouldn't you?" No more was said, and soon Claire felt Adam's prick sink into the back of her throat. He started to rock in and out; Claire didn't suck, but she knew better than to resist. Adam used the tightness of her throat to rub against
his glans, it was even more exhilarating than being sucked, in truth he enjoyed the passivity which merely shadowed her revulsion. Anne rubbed herself as she watched Claire's body rock and shudder as she was attacked and abused from both ends at once. The prick in her mouth didn't silence her, she wasn't even sucking it. It was raping her mouth, her throat, all of her, and her huge breasts wobbled madly despite her helplessness. The sadistic scene went on and on, with Claire's vagina now spasming involuntarily around Greg's prick as her uterine contractions increased in both speed and depth, the new sensations arousing a new lust within him, a kind of madness. Finally Greg bellowed and shook, and then rammed his prick into her as hard as he could, as deeply as it could go, and came in long hard spurts that were encouraged in their
force by Claire's vaginal contractions. Yelps of agonizing pain came from Claire as his hot semen splattered into her vaginal depths, and then, amidst her screams of agony she coughed and spluttered as the second man exploded his seed into her mouth. As she felt the spewing semen assault her throat she retched and tried not to swallow but there was just too much sperm food to avoid and she was forced to swallow again and again to stop herself from choking. Even then some of the thick white goo dribbled from the corners of her mouth in glistening streams.
Claire suffered in that position for the next hour as the men took turns to come in her from both ends. She passed out eventually and Anne stepped in to stop the two men who were still humping away at the unconscious woman. She held Greg's upper arm and gave i6t a quick jerk, pulling back to consciousness. "Stop now ... and you'll enjoy her even more very soon .... I promise you." She looked him straight in the eyes, her own eyes on fire. "I have something very special planned for our sweet pregnant housewife."
The ratchet clacked once more, drawing the ropes over the top drum of the rack. "Aiiieeeeee." Claire screamed as her body was stretched. Again Anne turned the wheel and the ratchet clacked into place. Claire screamed again, but she was now so tightly stretched that she could hardly fill her lungs with air. "One more I think." Anne said as she gave the wheel a final turn. She beckoned the two men to join her as she leant in close to Claire. "Listen to the poor bitch." Anne said. Claire's breathing
was indeed very shallow, coming now in short and shallow gasps as the pain of being stretched so tightly ripped through her pregnant body. "Pl . . . eese . . . no . . . more," she begged.
"Touch her belly." Anne said and first Adam and then Greg pressed their palms down against Claire's swollen abdomen. "God, it's as tight as a drum," Adam said with surprise, "it's rock hard. She must be in agony." "Believe me ... she is." Anne smiled. "Now ... squeeze her tits."
Again both men eagerly obeyed. "Gees, they're like rubber bags." Squeeze harder." Anne said and the men did so. "Oh God look, there's milk coming out." He squeezed Claire's left breast harder and harder until streams of yellowish liquid spilled from her nipple. The other man crunched her right breast until it too spilled its pre-milk onto Claire's breast. Only choked screams came from poor Claire as the men crushed her breasts as hard as they could. "And now gentlemen, let's give the bitch some real pain." Anne held two wires, each of which had a two inch needle at the end of it. She handed one to each of the men. "Into her nipples," she said calmly. The two men looked at her, surprised. "We're going to torture her tits now, and I want you to push those needles into the bitches nipples, straight in, as far as they'll go, right into her tit meat." Anne watched Adam who was nearest to her pinch Claire's nipple, pull it up and position the needle point right in the middle of it. He looked up at Anne who nodded her encouragement
and then he slowly sank the needle down through Claire's nipple deep into her breast. Claire screamed from the back of her throat. "Geez ... it's like pushing it through raw meat!" Anne smiled. "Her tit is raw meat. But tell me Adam, did you enjoy doing it?" He just looked at Anne, and didn't really need to answer. Then, when the two needles were in place Anne Handed Greg a magneto. "You want to go first?" Greg appeared puzzled and looked at the hand magneto.
"Just turn the handle, that's all you've got to do, turn it and watch how the bitch reacts."
Greg gave the handle just one quick turn. The effect on Claire was instantaneous. She screamed like they'd never heard her scream before, her breasts wobbling provocatively for a few seconds before settling back into their normal shape once again. With an intent look spreading across his face Greg turned it again, this time for longer and Claire's screaming went on continuously as agonizing pain tore through her breasts. He turned faster and faster. Now Claire's breasts continued to wobble madly and her once small and pinkish nipples now stood hugely erect and engorged. Slowly the flesh of each breast became covered in whitish striations as the electricity made the fibrous breast tissues tighten. Then, as Greg continued to turn the magneto a red ring started to form on the surface of Claire's breasts about an inch below Claire's nipples. "Harder, go on, faster." Anne chirped aloud and Greg turned the magneto as fast as he could. The red line on Claire's breasts widened as the electricity poured in through her nipples which also grew even larger, the areolae around each nipple now swollen into a thousand engorged blisters. Her breasts trembled like fluid sacks, wobbling so provocatively
that the two men were incensed with lust.
"Just look at the bitch," screamed Adam, "she's in fucking agony
. . ." Then, very suddenly, Claire stopped her screaming and thrashing and
lay still. David stopped winding the magneto and with a worried look let the
magneto drop to his side. "Oh geez.. I've ..." "Don't worry," Anne interrupted
him, "you haven't killed her, the bitch has just
fainted. Actually I'm surprised she took it for as long as she did." With
a wry sadistic smile she said, "I saw many a woman in
taking them when I left, and that was six months later." The picture appealed to Greg who looked down at Claire's stretched, sweat covered body and said, "hell Anne, I wish we could torture and fuck this pregnant bitch for six months." Anne almost grinned. "Just wait Greg, and maybe you'll get your chance to do just that." She turned to Adam who was still rubbing his swollen crotch. "Your turn with the magneto Adam, are you ready." With a surprised look Adam glanced down at the still unconscious woman, but already Anne had broke a phial of an acrid smelling liquid which she now wafted it under Claire's nose. "Start turning it slowly now, I want the bitch to wake up with her tits on fire." Adam turned the handle slowly and watched entranced as Anne held Claire's head and continued to waft the acrid potion. Claire moved her head slightly and even before she'd regained consciousness he saw her jerk and her tits wobble
as she became aware of the juice flowing once again into her tortured breasts. He turned it faster and Claire's eyes shot wide amidst a scream of torment which ripped from her throat.
"Now torture the bitch again," Anne snorted as she still held Claire's head and the phial
beneath her nose. "She won't pass out this time, I won't let her." For more than an hour Alan and David took turns to send the ravaging electricity into Claire's breasts and the helpless woman wasn't allowed to faint for Anne kept pushing the phial under her nose whenever she started to slip away into darkness. "I've never seen tits move so much ... hey ... look ..."
Even as he spoke he kept on winding the magneto handle. "Milk! The milk's actually spurting out of her tits." "And look at her fucking nipples," said Greg, "they're like fucking bloated grapes! Jeez man, they must be an inch long!" Both men stared at their victim and drank in every minute sight and sound of her suffering. "God.... she must be feeling some pain in those tits, look at the shape of them!" "Some pain?" Anne said, "just look at her shuddering. She's not in pain, she's in agony! Her tits will feel like they're being torn apart from inside by a million red hot razor blades. Just look at the shape of them!" The electricity had drawn the millions of collagen strands in her breasts into tight strings which now stood out on the surface and distorted her full rounded breasts into two grotesque cone shaped mounds which were drenched in her own milk. Anne laid a hand on Claire's swollen belly and smiled. "The tit torture has sent her into heavy labor, the bitch is more than ready to give birth." She held up some long black leather straps and looked at the two men, her eyes flashing sadistically. "How
would you like to tie her legs together so she can't give birth?" The men listened intently to Anne's idea. "Her belly's contracting like hell now and it'll just get worse for her. Believe me that's almost as agonizing for her as the electricity in her tits." She paused just long enough to capture the attention of the two men. "We could keep her like that for hours, screaming to give birth, begging us. Would you like that?" Adam stopped turning the magneto and immediately Claire's body stopped jerking. She was lying in a pool of her own sweat. "Wouldn't it kill her? I don't want her dead, I'm enjoying her too much." Anne shook her head. "Oh no Adam, there's no chance of that. Our little housewife has so much more entertainment to offer us yet." She flashed her eyes at Claire. "But she'll wish she was dead though ... she'll wait for the pain to stop, beg for it to stop ...then she'll pray for it to stop, but it won't. Not for hours, maybe days, maybe even weeks. She'll scream that she can't stand it, but she will stand it because the poor bitch she has no choice in the matter ... it'll just go on and on and on." As she drove the words into Claire's mind she moved closer and looked into Claire's tear filled eyes. "Well gentlemen, shall we tie the birthing bitch's legs together?"