This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: Sunday, 22 June 1997

Her name was Marie, for all the difference that made, which was none. Whenever they offer a girl, her name becomes nothing more than a convenient label. Their customers can call her anything they care to call her, if they even care to use a name at all. The girl herself becomes nothing more than a toy, as they do whatever they want to her for the duration of the shoot. In that, at least, Marie was no different from any other girl in their magazine, though she was one of the most popular, most marketable, of all their girls, whether free range, like Marie, or captive. They attributed that to her uncommon beauty, or her despairing submissiveness to every torment they could dream up, or possibly the delightful way she screamed.

Jimbo, the customer in question, knew nothing about her except she was very pretty, and he could have her, and that was all he cared about. Her feelings, thoughts, her little concerns... everything was uninteresting to Jimbo except her body, which would no longer be hers, but his. The girl might not think so, but Jimbo cared less about what she thought.

He had seen her in the magazine before, of course, even bought several of the six-hour videos featuring her, but Jimbo first saw the ten-year-old in person outside on her lawn, feeding the family dog after church, and wearing a pale pink ruffled skirt and matching top. She also wore pink sneakers and frilly white ankle socks, very girlish. That made him grin. He appreciated her long, wavy brown hair, and the way it bounced as she moved. He also admired the light freckles on her pale skin. She was as lovely as a little china doll. And Jimbo knew she'd be broken just as easily. He agreed to the price the driver asked: whatever he did to her, they could film, showing only her, never him, and offer the film to other customers. They said they would send for her immediately, and she would be in his hands -- literally! -- within half an hour.

Jimbo didn't care how they managed it, that wasn't his business, but the way of it was this: they contacted the girl's neighbors by phone, two boys named Dustin and Russell, and told them they needed Marie immediately. The boys went over to her house, uninvited but unhindered as always, found her and told her to come with them, and led her out the side door. She went with them, trembling, sullen and submissive to their demands. They tied her wrists painfully tight behind her back and forced her with them. Marie had been taken in this way several times a week for years.

At first, the boys had used her only for their own pleasure, ever since they had found the right threats to control her. Then they let their friends in on the fun, tying her and taking her to their home or one of their friends' homes, or deep into the woods, or to abandoned farms, often making her walk naked and tied all the way there as they talked about what they were going to do to her once they got there.

Ultimately, they discovered in a magazine called BR&T the extra fun they could have with her, given the right connections. As a "free range" BR&T girl, Marie had been for sale ever since, with tens of thousands of BR&T readers enjoying her one way or another, either in person or in photos and videos, whenever the men sent for her. Jimbo was only the latest.

The BR&T crew began this video of her with a long view of her walking down the country road between the two boys, her arms cruelly tied behind her, finally looking over her shoulder and cringing as she recognised the approaching car. Stopping and cheerfully greeting the boys, and taking Marie from them, they thanked them and told them the sad news that they wouldn't be allowed to watch this time, let alone participate, but promised to provide them with a free copy of the video they were about to make, so the boys wouldn't miss anything.

They took Marie away to their studio site. They demanded that she stand facing a camera and, as the usual introduction to all videos of her, give her full name and age. Finally, looking straight into the camera and crying, she repeated the words they demanded, "If you like watching girls like me getting raped and tortured, and especially if you like watching me getting raped and tortured, you're in for a treat right now. And the more you vote for me or buy magazines and videos of me, the more I'll get raped and tortured for you to watch." She stood sobbing, knowing every time they did anything to her, it made her even more popular.

Finally, they forced her outside and presented her to Jimbo, getting a close-up of her tearful face as she saw who would get her for the day, as she met Jimbo for the first time.

Marie flinched just from the sight of him. She cringed and backed away, but he strode forward, gripped her soft upper arm, and took control of her, mercilessly yanking and half-dragging the terrified girl toward his car, slapping her hard across her face a few times by way of introduction. He opened the car door, and threw her in. He wasn't one to waste time.

The BR&T men got it all on video, of course. Their readers always enjoyed watching any sweet sexy girl, and especially Marie, struggling and squirming desperately, terrified and helpless under someone else's will. Just as Jimbo had, they would also appreciate that Marie started off dressed up so pretty, in a pretty pink skirt and matching top, girlish lacy white socks, and frilly pale yellow panties that showed as she stumbled and fell into the car. They knew they would be seeing those panties again soon, so the BR&T men made sure to give a nice preview. When Jimbo drove away with her, they followed in another car with the equipment they would need, all part of the deal.

Trapped in the back seat with her wrists tied behind her back, Marie had no way to open the doors, and thus no chance of escape, while Jimbo drove her to his home. She had to sit there and listen, terrified, as he smugly told her how much fun he would have with her that day, and a little about what he would do. On arrival, he waited, as required, for the BR&T men to pile out and choose the best video camera angles for the walk to the house. He used the extra time to tell her a few more details of his plans, because he enjoyed her miserable sobbing. He didn't tell her everything he planned, of course, because her surprise and shock would be fun, too.

When the BR&T men signalled they were ready, Jimbo got out, opened the back door, and dragged Marie from the car, feet first. Naturally, that slid her skirt up, exposing her panties to the bright sun as he hauled her the rest of the way out and dropped her on the coarse gravel, giving the BR&T readers a nice view of her futile struggling, of course. Taking her arm in a tight grip again, he lifted the fearful girl to her feet, forcing her with him toward his neatly landscaped brick ranch house. The BR&T men kept the cameras tightly focused on Marie, always avoiding any recognisable features of Jimbo or his house.

Inside, he forced Marie down the stairs to his cellar, his Lair as he called it, pausing at the top of the stairs to flick on a single bare bulb far below. A lead BR&T cameraman knelt down to the side of the stairs and recorded Marie from below as she passed by above him. Another cameraman kept ahead of her, focusing on her face as she took in her surroundings and despaired.

She sagged in his grasp, sobbing, refusing to walk any deeper into the dark gloomy room.

Jimbo had been hoping for that. He held her upright with one strong arm and brutally slapped her across her face with his other hand. Her gasp, her scream, her wail of pain and terror, thrilled him. He slapped her again and again, enjoying her reaction, until Marie relented and stood on her own.

He flicked a switch. Rows of lights flooded the room with bright even illumination. Rather than gloom, the new view bespoke a cruel purpose, with torment and terror at the heart of that purpose. "We're here!" he announced with a grin. "How do you like it?" He didn't wait for Marie to answer. He didn't care what she thought anyway.

"Get over here," he demanded, pushing her forward, across the room, gripping her arm tighter to keep her under his control as he released and pulled a long razor-sharp knife from a sheath. He smiled at it: his favorite knife, which he kept sharp enough to cut through leather with barely any resistance. Nothing Marie had on would be any match for it.

He threw her to the floor face down, knelt, and slid his knee onto her back, pulling her arms up with one hand far enough to force an anguished groan from the helpless girl. Sliding the knife carefully between her waist and her skirt, he cut through the thick hem with ease, continued cutting to the lower hem, and flicked the cute pink skirt away on both sides, revealing Marie's pale yellow panties. He could have just as easily pulled her skirt down and off of her, but it amused him to destroy it.

Moving on, he brushed her hair aside, revealing the back of her neck. He was in his element now, paying no attention to the cameramen as they got close-up shots of the action. Grinning, he slid the knife in, and raised it. The collar sliced through in an instant.

Marie felt the cold knife between her shoulder blades, and tightness as her blouse pulled against her neck in front, then looseness as it dropped away completely. She felt the progress of the knife as it continued down her back. She felt her pretty pink blouse slide down on both sides, ruined. She felt the coarse fabric of his pants and Jimbo's weight pressing firmly on her bare back, pinning her to the cold cement floor, already moistened by her tears.

Suddenly, all the weight on her back disappeared, and her arms dropped, released at last, easing the pain in her shoulders. Marie had a moment of hope, but before she could think how to take advantage of it, Jimbo's hand gripped her by the ankle and pulled her leg high. She kicked uselessly as the knife slid inside her short lacy white sock, past her ankle, and easily stabbed upward through the sock and the rubber sole of her sneaker.

Jimbo twisted the knife and pulled, ripping Marie's shoe open on the side, along with the inconsequential threads of her sock. He stabbed it through the other side and ripped out the remaining strength of the shoe. He tugged off the remains, holding Marie nearly upside-down by her bare foot for a moment, then caught her other ankle as she squirmed.

Repeating the procedure, he sliced off her other shoe and sock, then dropped her foot and stepped back. He could have easily tugged both shoes and socks off of her, probably faster and with less effort, but the effect it had on a helpless girl to have her clothes cut from her delighted him.

Marie lay curled up on the floor, sobbing, wearing only her pale yellow panties and what was left of her ruined blouse. The BR&T cameramen recorded the sight from every angle, in the certain knowledge that their customers would love seeing Marie that way. They would all be yelling "Yes!! Yes!! Keep going!" as they watched.

Not needing their unheard urging, Jimbo dropped down beside her and shoved her flat so she was face down as before. He forced her arms even higher, and pressed his knee on her back again to control her.

Marie wailed in anguish from the pain in her strained shoulders. She knew he wasn't finished. She sobbed and weakly struggled, to no effect but for amusing Jimbo and the entire audience who would watch the video later. She felt the knife against her arm, then it slid up to her shoulder and pulled the cloth away. Her blouse sleeve stood no more chance against the knife than her socks had. The knife moved to her other arm and slit through the last sleeve.

Jimbo yanked her arm, pulling her a short distance aside, leaving her ruined blouse on the floor where she had been.

Marie howled from the sudden pain in her shoulders, then lay where she dropped, sobbing in despair, no longer even trying to escape from him. His knee on her back made no difference. The knife sliding between her left hip and her panties barely registered to her. A sudden flick snipped open the frail yellow cloth, leaving her bare skin now exposed from her feet to her neck, yet Marie lay there as if she hadn't noticed, just sobbing miserably. Another flick on the other side drew no more reaction than the first. The feel of cloth suddenly yanked out from under her, pulled rapidly between her legs, elicited only a little whimper.

The cameramen were busy, though, zooming and panning to get the first sight of the sexy helpless toy without her panties. The cruel cords on her wrists, pinching, cutting into her tender skin, holding her arms behind her back: that was all she wore at that point.

Jimbo grabbed a handful of her hair, dragging her and shoving her until she sat with her back to the wall, her legs together. He sat on her legs, knowing he didn't need to worry about her arms.

Marie knew by then that when she left his Lair, whenever that might be, she would be leaving without shoes, socks, skirt, blouse, or even panties. She'd be completely naked until he decided he was done with her, then she'd be naked when they gave her back to Dustin and Russell.

She knew that some BR&T girls, like sisters Brittany and Caitlin, never went home, and were available to be raped and tortured on a minute's notice, any time of day, whether anyone had voted for them or not. The men sometimes tested new ideas that way. Marie had watched in horror what the men did to some of them. She knew the men could decide to make her a captive BR&T girl any time they wanted, if she ever gave them a reason. The best she could hope for was to get raped and go home naked and never tell anyone anything.

At twice her height, he looked down at her pretty face, staring up at him with her gorgeous brown eyes, wide with fear. Jimbo reached behind her head and pulled her hair around, draping over her chest. It was long enough to cover her titties, not that there was anything to cover. "Oh yes," he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to have some fun with this hair." She only trembled, not knowing what he meant.

The cameramen waited patiently and silently, not interfering, letting Jimbo do things his way. One of them zoomed in on Marie's tears dripping off her cheeks to her chest. Another stood to the side, panning slowly up and down from her bare feet to her bare shoulders. They knew most of the video audience would be demanding "Get her up so I can see her better!!" until he did, but they also knew no one in the audience would remember or begrudge the delay, by the time the video ended. The rest of the audience, of course, would be screaming "Rape her!! Rape her!!" as they watched Marie looking up at Jimbo and crying, but they wouldn't be disappointed either.

Even if some crusader got the video somehow, he would know that everything in the video had already happened, and neither his watching it, nor anything he thought or felt or did while watching it, would make any difference to what had already happened to her. You just know he would be desperately hoping for the chance to watch Marie getting raped, and the worse it had been for her, the better he would like watching it. He'd be shouting, or at least thinking, "Rape her!! Rape her!!" the same as everyone else.

At last, Jimbo stood. "Time to see what you're in for, girl," he smirked. Callously lifting her by her wavy brown hair, he dragged her across the room. She fought helplessly against him. He slapped her several times to control her, then a few more times just because it was so much fun to see her wince. Taking her arm firmly, he held Marie facing a large irregular covered object in the very center of the room.

She fought harder when he suddenly snatched the cover off and Marie saw for the first time the cruel device that he intended to put her on.

"Swing your leg over that and sit on it," he demanded, with an iron voice conveying both the threat to force her obedience and his confidence that he would get it.

Her eyes grew wide with fear and she screamed "No! No! No!!" She tried vainly to twist out of his grip on her arm. He laughed and slapped her in the face. She struggled, but he took a firm hold on her hair and kicked her legs out from under her. "Aagh!" she screamed as she fell, but he kept fierce hold of her hair and pulled her upright. He slapped her several more times until she slumped, dazed. He laughed and dragged Marie closer to the Torture Horse, lifting her by her hair so she could get a good look at it.

"Nooo!! Nnooo!!" she screamed madly, desperately, kicking and twisting uselessly. He squeezed her soft frail arm tighter, hurting her. "Nnnnooooooo," Marie wailed, staring at the device, trailing off in a long thin miserable sob of despair. She still struggled weakly, but she had very little hope for mercy, or of escaping her fate.

He had specially designed the Torture Horse, and had chosen Marie to be the first girl to 'ride' it. Starting with a normal workshop sawhorse, he had cut its main bar to a triangular shape with the sharpest point upward, and reinforced the sharp upper edge with steel. That ridge of steel also held a hundred short sharp screws poking upward along the entire length of the bar, closely spaced. Obviously anyone sitting or laying on the main bar, on any part of it, in any position, would be in excruciating pain from that alone. Obviously, also, that was the sole purpose for the screws. There was no way that Marie could "sit on it" without several screws stabbing into her. But even worse, that wasn't what he had meant, and she knew it.

She also saw towards each end of the Torture Horse there were two sets of metal rings. From each end of the horse, vertical metal bars could be raised to her shoulder height. Each held two more large metal cross-bars, welded to them horizontally, one high and one low, each with a pair of rings attached to the ends. Though those features were ominous, they weren't what Marie had seen and screamed about.

The main feature that had caused Marie to panic was this: in the very center, below the horse, was a hydraulic pump, attached to a huge polished metal dildo pointing up through the horse. Even a stupid girl would have understood its purpose at once, and Marie was not stupid, nor a stranger to such things, though this one was arguably the worst she'd seen. The dildo was a full twelve inches long and made of several overlapping rings, some of which were knobbed. What Marie couldn't see yet was that, in addition, he had made it so that the rings were expandable, and could spin independently.

Another interesting feature of the dildo that Marie could only guess was that it was an excellent conductor of electricity, complemented by no less than five electrical wires snaking from the central motor, each ending in a strong clamp with sharp metal teeth that could easily dig into and hold a girl's soft flesh. Jimbo could control the voltage from off, to merely tingling, to excruciatingly painful.

Jimbo threw his sexy naked little toy to the floor. He took a wide metal collar from the wall and, placing his foot on her back to hold her, snapped it tight around her neck. Marie began to struggle again, so he lifted her up by her hair, stared into her eyes, and warned her, "Unless you sit on that dildo willingly, you'll really hate what happens instead."

Marie desperately begged him, "Oh please, please let me go, please!" She trembled in his tight grasp. "Please... oh pl-please!!" she sputtered, horrified, "I'll do anything, anything..."

"Yes you will, cutie! And what you'll do is sit down on that big metal cock of your own free will or I'll make you wish you had!" He grabbed one of her titties and squeezed it hard to emphasize his point.

"AAaaaahhhie! AAHHhhhiiie!!" Marie shrieked, gasping and whimpering, emitting a prolonged scream of agony as he squeezed even harder. When he finally eased up, she panted, sobbing, her bare shoulders shaking. The pretty girl was cowed. She believed him, that any other choice would be even worse, so she hesitantly, with many sobs and shivers, lifted one leg over, and gave a little push with her other foot, landing hard and painfully on the pointed main beam and the sharp screws. "AAaaaAAHHOWWwh!!!" she screamed wildly until she could balance on the balls of her feet. She stood on tip-toe just above the ends of the screws, unable to use her arms for support, or balance, or cover, since they were still tied securely behind her back.

She closed her legs, doing what little she could to keep her modesty. Then she discovered another feature of the Horse she hadn't seen: rows of very small but very sharp tacks lined the lower edge of the beam, on both sides. Dozens of tacks stabbed into her thighs. "AAaaawWHhh!" she squealed, spreading her legs quickly, far enough to avoid the stinging points.

Jimbo grinned, and laughed in her face. That sudden squeal of surprise and shock, and her expression of shame at having to open her legs in front of him and the cameras, made all the extra work of adding the tacks worthwhile.

One cameraman moved to show Marie from the front, squirming, sobbing, terrified and ashamed, her legs parted around the sawhorse's beam. Panning slowly down from her face, he showed her titties on her bare chest, and panned down even more slowly, teasing the video audience by following the progress of a teardrop, until he finally zoomed in close on Marie's pussy lips like they'd been hoping for all along. He zoomed back out to show Marie straddling the sawhorse, swaying slightly from one side to the other, balancing precariously on tiptoe to keep the screws from stabbing into her, trying not to look at the threatening thick shiny knob before her.

"Sit on it!!" Jimbo growled.

Whimpering, Marie stretched her feet and leaned, toe-stepping slowly forward, having to avoid catching on any screws beneath her, or the tacks on the sides. She stopped when her pussy was inches away from the tip of the dildo, which was none-too-narrow itself and poked three inches out of the central beam.

"Put it into your pussy, girl!" Jimbo demanded, slapping her face.

Leaning forward, her hair hung over her face, making her look like a dog. But Marie didn't move, just stayed there trembling and crying.

"I'll give you something to cry about, doll!!" Jimbo yelled, grabbing her titty again. He squeezed it hard and pulled and twisted.

Marie screamed out a delightful little terrified girlish scream, and pleaded, "Oh please stop, st-stop! I'll d-do it. AAaaawhh!"

"Do it!! Do it!!" the audience would be screaming wildly, thrilled with the hope and expectation of seeing Marie fuck herself. They would all be pleading "Do it! Do it! Make her do it, oh please, go! Go!!"

Jimbo paused, ready to crush her titty again if she showed any signs of changing her mind again. He looked at the whimpering child. "I'd love to squish this little titty of yours between my fingers right now. But tell me you'll sit on the dildo right now, without any more trouble, and I won't."

"I- I'll s-s-sit on the dil-dildo n-now," Marie stammered, crying, and bent her head down to see it better. Her feet were getting tired, and she knew she couldn't stay off the main beam with its sharp screws very much longer anyway. She thought maybe the dildo would actually help her. She stretched her feet to their limit to raise off the horse and tipped forward until she felt the end of the cold metal dildo pressing against her pussy lips. Very gradually she lowered herself down, flinching every second or so. The metal prick forced her narrow opening to stretch as it entered her. "Ooowww owww ohhw ohhww," she whimpered.

Still pinching her titty, Jimbo stayed close to watch her pretty pussy lips part as the metal monster invaded her slowly.

One cameraman zoomed in close on her pussy. Another cameraman behind her, known as the 'ass man' for his role, made sure to get close views of Marie's twitching butt as she slowly and hesitantly lowered herself down. Many BR&T readers demanded what he enjoyed providing them, even if they loved the other views too. Another zoomed in on her face, so everyone watching the video could enjoy Marie's reaction as she raped herself for them.

Marie began whimpering and sobbing louder as it entered her. Without the rings expanded, the dildo was only an inch wide, so she managed to get all three inches of the dildo protruding from the beam into her pussy. She held as still as she could, holding herself up off the screws, on realizing that the dildo in her pussy was no help at all. Once she had the portion of the dildo above the sharp screws fully inside her, Marie pleadingly looked over at Jimbo, hoping he wouldn't do anything else, or make her do anything else.

Jimbo watched, and noticed the wonderful 'please pity me!' look she gave him. He grinned back at her. If she expected mercy from him now, she was sure in for some disappointment!

Once Marie was impaled on the metal rod, Jimbo pulled her hands back, past the upper cross-bar behind her, then began to raise the vertical bar that held it. He slid the support bar up until it pressed against her inner elbows, and her arms draped across it. Raising it even more beyond that point required some effort, as it forced Marie's arms higher and higher behind her back. She quickly realised what he was doing and began screaming "NNNoo! Ohhh don't don't! Ohhhh oowwwwhh oh PLEase donn't! AAaaawwwwwhhh!! AAAHHHWW!! OOHWWHIIEE!!" Distracted by the pain in her arms, Marie forgot to hold herself off the bar, and dropped onto a couple of the screws, resulting in an even longer scream of agony until she could lift herself up again.

When it became too hard to raise it any higher, he locked the bar tightly in place. In this fashion, Marie was helplessly bound to the horse, wailing, squirming, desperately pushing with her feet to keep off the sharp beam and the ends of the terrible screws, yet forced to keep her legs parted to avoid the tacks on the side.

"How do you like it so far, girlie?" Jimbo teased her.

"AAaaaawwww aaaahhhwwww I hate it I hate it I haate iit!" Marie wailed, bawling loudly, moaning "aaaauuuoww!"

"Good!! But you haven't felt anything yet!" Jimbo promised.

Marie, in torment, stared at him, wondering how he could possibly mean that.

Grinning at her squirming and wails of misery, Jimbo lifted one of her legs back, slipped a pre-tied loop of cord over her foot, pulled it snug around her ankle, and attached the cord to the ring at the end of the main beam, pulling it tight enough to keep her foot off the floor.

Her remaining foot on the floor could not support her weight, nor could she balance even if it could. Marie shrieked as she landed on the sharp bar, as the screws protruding slightly from it dug into her tender flesh, and as the dildo rammed just a little bit deeper into her pussy. "No!! No!! AWWwwwhh NNNnnnoooohhh!!" she pleaded desperately.

He casually walked around the Torture Horse, lifted her other ankle, and tied it back the same way, tightening the cords to bend both of the captive girl's legs back until her feet were as far back as her hands, and actually higher than her knees. He lashed a tight leather strap onto one of the rings on the front, pulling her collar forward.

"AAaaaaawwww!! AAAUUUuuuwwww!!" she moaned. With nearly her full weight on the dildo and the surrounding screws, Marie turned her tear-streaked face to him and looked pleadingly at him, softly whimpering, terrified, ignoring the cameramen who circled around to record every detail of her torment for the enjoyment of countless other men later. "Oh pleassse pleasse stop ohhhhhwww... uhhhaahww! uhhhhhaahhhww!! uhhhaaaauhwwwwwww!!"

Smirking at the girl's despairing sobs, Jimbo hit the switch to expand the dildo's metal rings and simultaneously began the hydraulic pump. He set the dildo to its slowest setting and stepped back to enjoy the show. The dildo slowly invaded Marie's pussy and became wider. An inch and a half, two inches... When it reached two and a half inches, it was at the top of its cycle, fully into her. Unfortunately for Marie, the steel dildo was longer than her pussy could hold, but the merciless hydraulic pressure wouldn't be stopped by anything less than solid metal, so it lifted her up in the air by the dildo, and her screams became shrill.

Jimbo had enjoyed watching her changing facial expression as the dildo initiated its journey. First surprise, then fear. Marie had expected it to shove into her, but she hadn't expected it to expand inside her! Then her face muscles tightened as she expected pain... and then the wonderful scream when the pain finally hit, and she was bumped up in the air by the metal dildo pushing against her tender insides.

The terrified girl tried to struggle against his machine, but it was no use. The solid metal collar attached to the front of the horse held her forward; her arms and legs twisted behind her held her bent backward, and the unstoppable rape of the hydraulic dildo held her centered. The sobbing girl even had to hold her knees apart, spreading her pussy herself, to avoid her thighs accidentally brushing painfully against the tacks on the sides as the dildo lifted her and dropped her.

Marie shrieked in torment, "STOP!! STOP IT PLEEAASE STOP STOP IT OHH AAWWWWHH! OHH PLEASE!!!"

The cameras recorded every squeal, every scream, every wail, every tear, every gasp, every minute detail of Marie's agony and desperation.

Jimbo just laughed at her pathetic pleas. At its lowest setting, the steel prick thrust in and out of her at a mere six rpm: five seconds to push in and five more seconds to pull almost all the way out. But for now he wanted to see how much this petite girl could handle. He pushed a button, and the dildo began to slowly rotate, each section in a different direction. It must have felt like her insides were being mashed.

Jimbo grabbed her face and yanked it toward him. He forced open her clenched eyes with his thumbs and made the trembling child look at him. "Tell me how it feels, cunt!"

She moaned and sputtered, "I-it huuuurrrrts aaaahhhh puhleeeease maaaake it staaahhp-p!"

He snarled at her, "Why should I make it stop, cunt? You got on it willingly. Ha ha ha. Fucking pussy. Let's speed it up a little." He reached down and twisted a knob. There was no safety warning on the knob, but he guessed that 60 rpm would not be fun for her. That was one stroke of the foot-long steel prick into and out of her pussy per second. At the same time, he fiddled with another knob, and brought the dildo's diameter to its maximum of three inches, stretching Marie's pussy obscenely.

She shrieked and wailed in pain as the dildo spun faster too. He laughed and stood back to look at her. Her whole body twitched and shook in tempo with the metallic rape. He reached out and grabbed one of her little titties and playfully kneaded it, digging his fingernails into the yielding flesh. It made him hard, looking at this girl-toy bound and raped like this. He wanted to fuck her pretty face... but that would entail taking her off the horse, and it was too soon. He could wait.

Instead, he adjusted the dials again to prolong her misery: just twenty rpm at three inches seemed about right. He released the controls, leaving the girl to suffer in that state as he watched.

After a while, though, he made a few more improvements to the tortured girl's condition. First, he attached metal clamps to her titties. They bit deep into her soft tender flesh, making her wince. He took a third clamp and attached it to the tip of her clitty; quite a task, since he didn't shut down the thrusting dildo during the operation. As one last improvement to her condition, he brought over an electric motor on a stand, with a wire cord attached, adjusted so that as it spun, it repeatedly struck her bare ass. It, too, was electrified. As the dildo lifted her and dropped her, the wire swung at a fixed level, applying shocks as well as the sharp whipping force of the wire to every part of Marie's soft sexy ass cheeks.

He twisted the dial to 120 fucks-per-minute and turned the voltage on medium. Marie's tortured naked body twisted as electricity shot through her nipples, ass, and pussy. She helplessly bounced up and down as the dildo rapidly jammed into her pussy and withdrew twice a second. She wailed and shrieked and bawled, in one long incoherent scream of agony.

The video taping, begun before she had even met Jimbo, continued with each addition he made, recording Marie's desperate screaming, her naked body displayed in enticing close-ups. There were going to be thousands of paying customers for this one, they knew.

Jimbo spared a second to think who he wanted to ride it next. He knew he'd love to get Elisa or her little sister Ivana on it. Or both, each forced to watch the other. Or maybe Caitlin, that delicate little fucktoy they'd introduced in the previous issue. Of course it would be up to the BR&T readers and their votes, but he wondered whether the BR&T crew would even let him have Elisa or Ivana for this. He watched Marie howling. Silly question, he decided with a smirk. Of course they would.