Loretta was crammed into the wooden box, unable to move much other than her fingers. It was made of many layers of thick plywood, most of which had her silhouette cut from them. Together they formed a massive block with a cavity that barely accommodated her form. The back was four layers of plywood and the front was three inch thick plexiglass that pressed against the front of her body with barely enough room to breathe. An array of holes in front of her mouth that allowed in enough air to breathe, but little more. Twenty long, thick bolts squeezed the layers of plywood and plastic together like a sandwich. Loretta was the filling.
The only unconfined parts of her body were her tits, which protruded through holes and jiggled as she was wheeled into the far end of the garage. She knew her pussy was exposed from the cold air that kissed it and it was, in fact, behind a third, large hole through the plexiglass.
Morgan set Loretta's container down onto the concrete with a thunk and pulled the hand truck out with a metallic scrape. Crunching footsteps reverberated through the barely-lit garage as he strode to its opposite end. He flicked a switch that filled the garage with bright, white light. The XKE was out in the driveway which gave them an unobstructed view of each other. He reached into the trunk of the Mercedes in the adjacent bay and pulled out a paintball gun. Loretta's lip quivered as Morgan raised the gun and took aim.
"We're going to play a game," Morgan said, closing one eye. " It will require some creativity on your part. It's called 'what will you do to make me stop shooting'. When you think of something I like, we're done. Let's hear your first idea."
"I, I don't know," Loretta stammered.
"POP!" the first paint ball struck the plexiglass that was pressed against her abdomen. She felt the shock reverberate through her abdomen.
"Um, um, fuck me up my ass," Loretta panicked.
"Lame," Morgan said. "I do that to you every day."
"POP!" The next paintball exploded in front of her kneecap.
"Piss in my mouth!" Loretta offered.
"Nope," Morgan answered.
"POP!" A ball exploded by her shoulder.
"Shit on me?" She begged.
"I don't need to go," Morgan smirked.
"POP!" She felt a thud near her sternum.
"I'll suck off a horse!" Loretta shouted from her enclosure.
"Do you HAVE a horse?" Morgan asked.
"POP!" A ball grazed and stung the edge of her left breast before exploding. Morgan's aim was getting better.
Loretta desperately scanned her memory of all the porn she had watched. There wasn't much she hadn't already done.
"I'll lick a dog's asshole!'
"Boring," Morgan decided.
"POP! POP! POP!"
"I can't think!" She said through tears.
"POP!" This ball crashed into the soft flesh of her right areola, to the lower left of the nipple. It pushed her tit skin back to the plexiglass behind it before exploding. The pain was blinding and she shrieked.
"AAAAAAAH!"
"POP! POP! POP! POP!" The last of the volley drilled straight into her left nipple flattening it out over an area the size of a quarter before bursting.
"AAAH! AAAH! AAAH! AAAH!"
Loretta was hyperventilating as Morgan stepped ahead, tired of the gun's inaccuracy.
"POP!" The right nipple was squashed.
"Ooooooooooooh" she howled as Morgan closed in.
Then, from only a few inches away he fired through the hole in front of her cunt and straight into her clit.
"Uuuuung!"
"POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!" Later the slow-motion video would show her cunt lips being distorted into grotesque shapes by the exploding spheres.
"Fist my ass!"
Morgan stopped shooting. "What?"
"Fist my ass! Please, please, fist my ass," Loretta begged.
Morgan lowered the paintball gun and smiled. Of course he had tried fisting her ass before but she had screamed so loud he was afraid that to go further would cause serious damage and that he'd be playing nurse to a torn butthole. However, if she was ready to give it another go he felt obliged to help.
For Loretta's part, she had jealously guarded this fragment of dignity. She had screamed not just at the pain of stretching her asshole but also at the thought of being in the hole and unable to stop shitting herself.
Morgan unscrewed the nuts from her container, the plexiglass popped off and she was free, and least from that problem. After allowing her to wipe the paint off her body with a rag he led her upstairs by her dog leash into his study and commanded her to sit like a dog next to his armchair.
Her knees and toes pressed into the soft Oriental rugs as reached to a high shelf and pulled down a box. It was made of Brazilian hardwood with polished brass hardware. It was a presentation case and when he laid it down in front of her she could see that it bore a brass plaque that was engraved with the word "Whore" in ornate script.
"I've been saving this for a special occasion," Morgan said.
He clicked the latches open and laying in blue velvet upholstery was a trio of stainless steel fists ranging in size from half life size to alarmingly large. All included most of a forearm, as well. Morgan held up the largest one and compared to his own. As big as the steel fist and was, Morgan's was larger.
He smiled an evil smile and said "This time it's going all the way in."
A tear left Loretta's eye and crept down her cheek.
In the center of the room there was a round steel stool with a threaded steel stub welded to the top of it. Morgan was crouched next to it opening the wooden box. He lifted out the first gleaming steel fist which had a threaded hole in the bottom of it and spun it onto the stool. It was bigger than she had remembered.
"You think I'm going to stick this up your ass, don't you?" Morgan asked.
Loretta knodded sadly.
"Well, I'm not. You are," he said.
He grabbed her chain and jerked her to her feet. She stumbled as he dragged her to the first fist.
He made her face away from the stool, which she could now see was bolted to the floor. He fastened her ankle cuffs to its legs. He then grabbed her handcuffs and pulled them down to a padlock which was welded to the far side of the stool's top. This left Loretta with her hands behind her and her pelvis thrust forward. Morgan opened a jar of Vaseline, pulled out a dollop with a spoon and slathered it on the steel cock.
"Have a seat," he said, His eyes burning into hers.
Loretta bit her lip and positioned her rectum over the fist. Despite being the smallest of the set it was still going to be the biggest thing that had ever gone up her ass. It was oddly shaped and she squirmed around, feeling for the angle of entry that would be the least painful. She glanced at Morgan and could see that he was growing impatient. She refocused on her task but the fist's sculptor had made no concessions to her comfort. It was the shape of a proper fist, clenched in anger with the first knuckle of the thumb jutting out to one side. Time and again she pushed to get past the thumb, but it was just too painful.
Morgan let out an exasperated sigh, turned to the handmade chest-on-chest and opened a drawer. He produced an ebony-handled cat-o'-nine-tails, turned back to her and said "Do it. NOW!"
He swung, hard, laying the leather strips across the tops of her tits. Her eyes widened she shrieked. He swung back, this time whipping the backs of her arms. Without stopping, the savage back and forth continued, raising welts on her arms and tits - pink lines with tiny specks of blood that fattened into drops before running down her skin.
He began to walk slowly around her, whipping as he went, but as bad as the whip hurt the fist stretching her asshole hurt more. It wasn't until he had made a complete lap around her that he stopped in front of her and focused solely on her tits that she truly considered giving up. The whip welts were crossing each other and turning into cuts. He took a step back and worked at catching her nipples with just the knotted ends of the whip strands.
Loretta was close to passing out when she finally gave up and lowered her buttocks to the stool. An electric jolt of pain shot through her as her asshole yielded to the fist. Her asshole contracted as it passed the bulk of the fist, only to stretch again over the diameter of the forearm. She felt strange pressure in her lower abdomen as her ass cheeks made contact with the cold metal. The whipping stopped and her full weight at last rested on the stool.
"You could have saved yourself some grief if you had sat the fuck down when I told you to," Morgan said with annoyance. "You're going to make this take forever."
He stuck the handle of the whip in her mouth and walked out to the kitchen. He came back with a huge knife and a lemon.
"I've been entirely too nice to you lately and you're taking advantage of me," he said cutting the lemon in two. "You've forgotten that order is an order."
He threw the knife at the wall where it stuck neatly and raised the lemon halves, on in each hand, over her tits.
"If you drop that whip out of your mouth you are going to be really, really sorry," Morgan said. He squeezed the lemon halves and their acidic juice dripped onto her tits and into open wounds. Loretta could only clench the whip handle in her mouth, release rivers of tears, and scream through her nose as burning pain ripped through her body. Morgan finished by rubbing the lemons over her tits, ensuring that every cut had been touched. He paid special attention to her lacerated nipples and areolas and the pain was so bad that Loretta struggled to maintain conciousness. Morgan went again to the kitchen, this time returning with two plastic bags a length of string. He dropped a lemon half in each bag pulled each over a tit. He tied them off tightly so that the lemon was trapped against her skin. Lastly he adjusted them so that the cut face of each lemon was in in contact with each nipple.
Loretta was writhing in pain when Morgan grabbed her by the throat and said, "While you hold that whip, I'm going over to Anna's apartment for dinner and a blowjob. If you haven't dropped it when I get back I won't put you in the hole."
He flicked off the light and she was in total blackness.
A week had passed and Loretta's anus had stretched to the point where she barely winced at the fist passing daily into her body. The red stripes on her tits were beginning to fade and she had mastered walking with the leather harness that held the fist in place. Morgan called her to the training room and unlocked her harness.
"Take that out and clean it," Morgan said casually.
"I took it easy on you last time," Morgan said. "The Vaseline was an act of kindness you won't get today."
Morgan pulled a stopwatch from his breast pocket and said "You have one minute to wet it with your tongue."
The stopwatch started ticking an Loretta dropped to her knees. She stuck out her tongue like a cow and tasted the metal. She wet the broad surfaces before running the tip of her tongue through the small crevices. She sucked thick, gooey saliva into her mouth and deposited it on top of the fist, then used her tongue to smear it around.
She was satisfied that she had done her best when Morgan said "Time's up!"
Quickly, Loretta stood up, turned around and sat on the fist to keep her saliva from drying up. Morgan fixed her extremities into place.
"Get to work, whore," Morgan said through clenched teeth.
Again Loretta set about the task of forcing a realistic sculpture into her rectum. She was intimately familiar with it this time, having explored every detail with her tongue. She knew every carefully rendered vein, crease and fingernail that she was forcing through her anal orifice. As before, the knuckle of the thumb was the worst of it and as before, she hesitated. She was expecting the noose to tighten when the doorbell rang.
"We have a guest," Morgan said cheerily.
He left and returned a few minutes later with Anna. Quiet and bookish, she had strawberry-blond pixie hair, big green eyes, and white skin like a doll. She made eye contact with Loretta and formed a girlish smile with her soft pink lips.
Anna dropped her long coat to the floor. She was already nude, wearing black pumps and silk stockings. Morgan picked up the handle of the choke pole with one hand and pulled out his cock with the other. Anna dropped to her knees and slid her cute, little mouth down over his knob.
"Okay," Morgan said, "Where were we? Oh right, SIT!"
Loretta bore her weight down on the cold, metal form, focusing hard to avoid more of Morgan's encouragement. Her anus was resisting the deformation necessary to allow the fist through.
Morgan was growing impatient. "Let's go, fuck pig," he said. Then he gave the wooden handle a twist.
Loretta began to gasp for air. Her face reddened and her jugular vein popped out. Anna felt Morgan's cock growing harder as he was transfixed on Loretta's gagging. Loretta rolled her pelvis around in a vain attempt to pass the fist as her legs were giving out.
Another turn of the handle tightened the rope around Loretta's neck, making her eyes bulge and her tongue stick out. Anna caught a glimpse of Loretta's face out of the corner of her eye and quickened the pace of Morgan's blowjob. She loved sucking cock and was an expert at it. Morgan was hard as a rock and Anna could taste the salty pre-cum leaking from his member.
Loretta's asshole was stretched to the point where she was afraid it would tear, but she was almost beyond caring. Another twist of the handle closed her airway completely and her legs finally gave out. With a shot of previously unimaginable pain her asshole popped over the fist and her ass cheeks hit the stool with a SLAP. Morgan tightened the noose one last time as he spasmed copious amounts of jizz into Anna's mouth. Morgan dropped the handle of the choke pole as he shook off the intensity of his orgasm. Anna stood up and took it in her hand but before she loosened its grip she stood over Loretta's face and deposited a large mouthful of semen onto her the bridge of her nose. As Loretta passed from conciousness she could see and feel Anna smearing cum and saliva over her face. Anna spat the last of the cum onto Loretta's face, who then passed out.
She was half-asleep when her ears were assaulted by the deafening clatter of the hole's door.
"Get the fuck out!" Anna yelled as the door swung open. Morgan had been called to Qatar on business and had left Anna to slave-sit. Loretta had never been alone with her before and was about to discover an unexpectly harsh streak of cruelty in her. In spite of the fact that Anna had lovely, firm breasts, she had always felt inferior to big-breasted women and revelled in the opportunity to humiliate one.
Loretta made her way out of the hole and across the concrete floor on her hands and knees. Morgan had left her severely restrained, ensuring Anna's dominance while he was gone.
"Keep moving, whore," Anna said poking her with a stick.
The stick was a green sapling, cut from the woods and sharpened with a big, chrome, buck knife. Morgan had handed it to Anna and kissed her on the cheek the morning he left.
"Keep her in line and I'll bring home something nice," He had whispered in her ear.
Once outside, Loretta struggled to keep pace with Anna's brisk walk. Anna jerked the leash hard enough to pull her over a couple of times. Anna stopped her at the edge of the woods and said "Dig."
Loretta glanced up with a confused look and Anna exploded into a rage.
"What the fuck is the matter with you, you fucking retard? Dig a hole to shit in you fucking WHORE!" At the end of her sentence she struck Loretta across the buttock with the stick and Loretta clawed at the earth with crazed determination.
As the pit Loretta was making grew deeper Anna stood by, disaffected and sipping coffee. She wore dark glasses and one of Morgan's top coats which she unbuttoned and let hang open to reveal her slender, milk-whitebbody and shaved cunt. Loretta was hunched over on her knees when Anna tapped the cap of the butt plug with her foot.
Loretta looked down and fumbled with the cap.
"Look at me!" Anna said through clenched teeth.
Loretta raised her eyes to Anna's who tossed the last of her now-cold coffee into Loretta's face. Loretta managed to unscrew the plug and released a gush of waste into the pit she had dug.
"Ew, gross!" Anna laughed.
Anna positioned her smooth cunt in front of Loretta's face pulled her labia apart and released a stream of hot, smelly, dark-yellow urine. She then pulled a tissue from her pocket and dabbed her slit dry and stuffed it into Loretta's mouth.
"Set the cap aside and cover your mess," Anna said.
Loretta dropped the tissue into the pit and pushed handfuls of earth back over her waste.
"Over to the drain," Anna said. "And bring the cap. In your mouth."
Loretta choked back heaves as she picked the cap up in her teeth. She hurried along on her hands and knees in tiny steps, her constricting chains clattering. Anna closed her coat and walked past her to pick up the garden hose. When Loretta reached the drain she braced herself for the water. Anna shot a sharp stream of cold water that dug into Loretta's flesh like a blunt, steel rod. Once Loretta was soaked and freezing Anna emptied a bottle of liquid dish soap onto her head.
"Scrub, whore," Anna said.
Loretta briskly rubbed the soap into a lather over her entire body. When she was covered in soapy foam Anna adjusted the hose to spray and rinsed her off.
"Stick your ass up!" Anna ordered and Loretta did so, pressing her cheek to the pavement.
Anna used the hose to fill Loretta's exposed anal cavity with water.
"Empty!" Anna said and Loretta stood on her knees, emptying the water into the drain.
"Clean the plug with your tongue!" Anna barked.
Loretta licked every bit of the plug before turning to Anna and waiting for more orders.
"Screw it back in and open your mouth, whore," Anna said.
Loretta obeyed and Anna rinsed her mouth with the hose. From her pocket Anna produced a bottle of mouthwash and poured it into Loretta's mouth.
"Swish it and spit," Anna said. "I don't want to smell your shit breath."
"Morgan!" Anna gushed, running to greet him.
"Anna. You look beautiful," Morgan said. "How did it go?"
"Very well," Anna said, "considering what I had to work with."
Anna shot Loretta a hateful look while Loretta, seated on her knees stared solomnly into the pattern of the Oriental rug.
"Fine, fine," Morgan said with a smile. "Here's the present I promised."
Morgan reached into the breast pocket of his suit and pulled out a leather jewelry case. Anna opened it and gasped. An oriental pendant with a polished oval emerald shone out at her. Morgan twirled her around and gently hung it around her neck.
"It brings out your eyes," Morgan said. "Wait for me upstairs, dear. I'll take care of the whore."
Morgan woke early the next morning. He had stopped in Chicago on his way home, partly to sleep off his jet lag and partly to visit one of his artisans for a new toy.
He wheeled the crate into the study and went to work setting up the latest purchase. He had just finished when Anna came down for breakfast. She appeared in the doorway with an open robe and a cup of coffee.
"Very nice," Anna said.
"Why don't you make us something to eat while I bring it up from the basement," Morgan said.
At the door of the hole, Morgan banged the steel plate with his fist. When the door opened Loretta's head popped out and he dragged her out by her hair. He relieved her of her leg restraints and fastened her hands behind her back. Grabbing the dog collar directly he forced her to walk up the stairs to the kitchen.
Loretta's stomach growled fiercely at the smell of eggs and bacon. Anna sat in the breakfast nook, smiling at the Loretta being handled so roughly. Morgan locked Loretta's collar to a loop on the wall where she could watch him and Anna eating.
Anna picked at her food, barely eating any. She picked up a piece of bacon on her fork and examined it.
"This one's gross. It's like rubber," Anna said, wrinkling her nose.
Anna threw the bacon at Loretta and it stuck to her chest. Loretta stared down at it, salivating and helpless.
"Oh, the whore is hungry," Anna said with mock concern.
Anna scooped a heap of eggs into her mouth and chewed it thoroughly. Anna stood over Loretta, pulled her mouth open and dropped the chewed eggs into her mouth. Half-mad with hunger Loretta rechewed and swallowed it.
"Om nom nom nom," Anna laughed and when Loretta had swallowed Anna struck her across the face with the back of her hand.
Morgan took a heavy, burlap bag and dropped it over Loretta's head and dragged her by the collar to the study. When he forced her to her knees and pulled off the bag Loretta was at eye level with the next fist, except that this one was on an electric turntable, silently rotating and ready to be drilled into Loretta's asshole.
Anna applied a thick coat of engine grease onto the fist with a rubber spatula as Morgan fastened Loretta into position. As before, Loretta was held by the ankles and wrists so that she strained to elevate her pelvis and postpone another excruciating penetration. This time however, she was fitted with a ring gag, the back of which was connected by a chain to the same loop that secured her wrists. This left her staring at the ceiling with her mouth wide open.
Anna stepped into her view with her small, hairless body completely naked and smoking a clove cigarette. She licked her fingertips and played with the opening of Loretta's vagina.
"That steel fist is going up your ass, whore," Anna said. "And I'm going to make you put it there."
Anna smiled and blew clove smoke into Loretta's face, sending her into a coughing fit. When the coughing subsided Anna put her glistening pink tongue to Loretta's neck and licked down to her sternum. From there she left a trail of lipstick kisses leading to Loretta's right nipple. Anna sucked until the nipple hardened and then dug her perfect, white teeth into it. Loretta screamed unintelligible words through the ring gag as Anna bit and pulled at her nipple like a pit bull. Anna switched to give like treatment to the left nipple and felt herself getting wet at torturing Loretta's superior endowment.
"Now, now, dear. We mustn't get side tracked," Morgan said.
Anna stuck out a pouty lower lip, tapped her ashes into Loretta's mouth and went back to smoking.
"We won't be finished until this goes down," Anna said as she pressed the heel of her hand on Loretta's pubic bone, which barely moved. At this point Morgan entered Anna's bald, little pussy from behind and fucked her as he watched the show.
"What can we do, then?" Anna asked rhetorically.
Anna reached over to the chest-on-chest and brought out a box of straight pins. She took one with a red, enamel ball and stuck it straight down into Loretta's pubic mound. Loretta screamed, but was unable to force her asshole over the fist. A yellow-tipped pin followed with more screaming. Twenty more pins in assorted colors followed in rapid succession, leaving Loretta's pubic mound looking very much like a craft project. Still, though she hadn't passed the fist. By now, Morgan was sliding in and out of Anna's pink slit with vigor, spellbound at Loretta's suffering.
"I can see this will take more serious measures," Anna said, grinning. She swept her hand across Loretta's mound, brushing the pins onto the floor. She then took a long drag of cigarette smoke and tapped her ashes off into Loretta's mouth. It's burning tip was an angry yellow-orange. When she touched it to one of the pin wounds Loretta screamed in agony. Anna went point-to-point, reinjuring each prick with a pain that was many, many times worse. The fist was gradually burrowing into her asshole, but Loretta had yet to completely yield.
Anna took one more long drag, dropped the ash into Loretta's mouth and blew on the ember to make it almost white hot. Then she turned the cigarette over and jammed it down onto Loretta's clit, snuffing it out.
Loretta's asshole dropped over the fist and she shrieked in blinding pain before passing out.
Morgan had been called away again, this time to Saudi Arabia. He was consulting on the construction of a factory and had bitchrd to Anna at length about what lazy idiots the Saudis were.
Days went by with Anna taking Loretta out to do her business. Loretta spent every night in the hole and was only let out once a day. She was unable to fully stretch out because the shackles that hobbled her were on 24 hours a day. Occasionally Anna would drink too much wine and come down to the hole while Loretta was sleeping. She would slide the stick through the cock opening in the door and torment Loretta until she cried.
One morning, after the morning movement and cleaning, Anna led Loretta into the home theater. She positioned Loretta in front of a comfortable chair and sat down so that her crotch was in Loretta's face. Anna picked up her skirt and Loretta knew from the smell of Anna's bald pussy that she hadn't bathed in a while.
"Clean that for me, you disgusting piece of shit," Anna smirked.
Dutifully Loretta set to work licking the rank sweat from the folds around Anna's cunt.
"Do my clit now, scumbag." Anna said.
Loretta hated Anna so much that she would actually preferred being in the hole. Nevertheless, she tongued Anna's clit with mastery. At the same time Anna took an erotic novel from the side table and began reading, losing herself in fantasy. Only a lesbian out of convenience, Anna imagined herself as a perfect beauty and Loretta as the square-jawed, steely-eyed man who would solve all her problems.
Not long after Anna reached orgasm in an exotic, far-off land soon to be held close by the man who had taken her there.
Once Anna had caught her breath and returned to earth she said, "clean my asshole, too".
Loretta's lower lip quivered and she held back tears as her tongue went to Anna's anus and swirled around it until it was spotless.
"Now try putting your finger in it," Anna said.
Loretta had barely put pressure on Anna's rectum when she said, "No, no. Take it out."
Loretta pulled back quickly, afraid of inviting punishment.
"I guess it's too tight," Anna said. "Not like that fucking crater you have!"
Loretta burst into tears and Anna lapsed into convulsions of laughter. Loretta wept and wept, knowing that, for the rest of her life her asshole would be like the opening of a wet tube sock.
Morgan came home in a bad mood. He was paid handsomely but two weeks of babysitting spoiled Arab brats had left him sour, and ready for some mean fun.
He had told Anna in an email that Loretta was to be clean and coiffed on his return. The Shelby Cobra rumbled up the driveway and both women heard Morgan's keys in the door.
When he walked in Anna was wearing a beautiful satin dress while Loretta was laying on a purpose-built bench. She was on her back, wrists cuffed underneath and ankles locked to two posts so that her asshole was sticking up. Dozen of nylon straps with ratcheting ends bound Loretta in place. Far from able to escape, Loretta could barely move. A wooden cabinet on wheels stood by, containing all the items they would need.
Morgan and Anna exchanged affectionate pleasantries before turning their attention to Loretta.
The butt plug was out, as directed, and Loretta's asshole looked like a loose loop of rope.
"That is almost completely ruined," Morgan said. Then he looked Loretta in the eye and said, "Almost."
He sat on a stool, facing Loretta's asshole and ran his finger around the ring of destruction where Loretta's asshole had been. He smeared grease onto it and inserted one finger, then two.
Anna wound electrical tape around the base of each of Loretta's tits so they bulged like balloons, then more around both so that the nipples stuck straight up. Then Anna produced two large-gauge veterinary needles and held them, sparkling in front of Loretta's horrified face. Loretta began sobbing and begging for mercy.
"NO! NO! NO! PLEASE, NO" Loretta cried.
Morgan barely noticed the screaming, being fascinated while playing with Loretta's wreck of an asshole. Anna, on the other hand had no patience for it. She took a roll of black duck tape and ran several windings across Loretta's mouth and around the bench.
"Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up," Anna complained. "I can't focus."
Anna took the first of the two needles and pushed it down into and through Loretta's left nipple which hard grown hard with terror. Anna stabbed the full length of the needle into Loretta's breast which reached all the way to the rib cage.
As dark, red, blood rose to the surface of the first needle, Anna moved on to the other. Again the needle was pushed deep into the fatty tissue of Loretta's tits. Loretta screamed through her nose and Anna pinched her nostrils shut.
"Quiet! Can't you see I'm working here?" Anna said.
Back to work, Anna now fetched two thin rods from the cabinet and inserted them into the huge bores of the veterinary needles. When Anna withdrew the needles the rods were left in place. Anna then attached wires with alligator clips to the protruding tit rods. On the other end the wires led to a box with a meters and knobs on it.
Anna smiled into Loretta's terrified face and said, "You look like a fucking battery."
Anna stood and moved to the other end of the bench where Morgan was mesmerized by Loretta's ugly situation. Anna gently made Morgan stand, undressed him and kissed him on the cheek. They sat down together and Anna started jerking him off.
The electronic box was at its lowest setting and Morgan's fist was covered with a thick layer of Vaseline. He pushed at her asshole with his clenched fist and Loretta let out a mournful groan. The groan went to a shrill treble scream when he flicked a switch on the box, sending a jolt of electricity into one tit and out the other. He pushed again and then flicked the switch driving Loretta into insanity with pain.
Anna smeared Morgan's cock with lotion and whispered in his ear. "Look at her. What a whore. She totally deserves this. Shock her again."
Morgan kept shocking Loretta and every time the electricity stopped his fist went a little deeper.
Anna's hand made him ever harder and she whispered, "When you're ready to shove it all the way in I'll suck you off."
Morgan turned the box to its highest setting and said, "Now."
Anna positioned herself so that she had full access to Morgan's cock and balls and began a blowjob that would be her finest performance to date. Morgan pulled his fist back far enough to relieve the strain on Loretta's anal muscles and turned the setting on the box to high. He waited for the next wave of his arousal to crest and then flicked the switch. Every muscle in Loretta's body stiffened and the last working muscles in Loretta's rectum contracted. It was into this struggling orifice that Morgan stuffed his fist, wrist, and entire forearm, destroying the last of Loretta's control over this passage. Morgan shot cum deep into Anna's throat and it was swallowed with gluttonous enthusiasm.
Morgan and Anna collected themselves and stuffed Loretta's unconscious body into the hole. They showered and dressed for an evening out.
Anna left soon after for Utrecht in the Netherlands to work on her thesis about Dutch master painters.
Morgan had already met Bettany, a vibrant, big-breasted, fiercely intelligent historian with a curiosity for unusual sexual practices. She also had a seething hatred for other women. Morgan knew she was right for "the lifestyle".