Cruciatu

As humorous as it would have been to watch the poor girls hobble all the way down to the van (especially a blinded Katy), time was of the essence.

Being picked up and manhandled was especially disorientating for Katy. She could barely tell which way was up, but she could feel she was going downstairs from the heavy vibrations as she bounced on the large man’s shoulders. Being very claustrophobic, she was already starting to panic and beginning to believe she was about to choke and die.

They were carried down into the van and dumped into the back, dropped onto the floor in a heap. Only Penny could see what awaited them.

The back of the van was fairly sparse: just two separate poles mounted vertically in the centre of the floor. Metal chains and pulleys hung from the ceiling and at the base of each podium, but Penny barely registered them. Her blood ran cold when she saw what was mounted on top of the poles—a huge black studded dildo and a matching butt plug. One of the men, wearing latex gloves, was smearing a reddish cream over both.

Penny could not believe the size of them. The dildo was at least ten to twelve inches long, and the butt plug… She had never seen a butt plug before, let alone the bulbous monstrosity standing upright and erect in front of her. The man smearing the cream locked eyes with Penny, saw her staring at the plug, grinned, and inflated it further, swelling it from the size of a pear to an eggplant.

Penny thought she would faint.

As she was dragged to her feet and pulled towards the pole by the collar, she instinctively yanked back, choking herself as the spiked collar tightened. Eyes wide and fearful, she looked at Katy, who was more compliant, being led to the other pole without knowing what awaited her.

No, no! They would never fit. It was too big!!

Ahead of her, Katy was seized by three men—one on each leg and one gripping the top of her hood. As they lifted her above the dildo, the man clipped her hood to a D-ring connected to a chain at the top of the van and hoisted it up a little. The length of the chain ensured Katy could not move far from that spot.

With her head now dangling from the roof, the man released her and began guiding Katy’s pussy down onto the dildo. Both dildos were mounted on metal platforms that could move up and down; the butt plug had been withdrawn for the moment so they could deal with one intrusion at a time. Katy flinched as the tip of the dildo touched her and immediately began to struggle hard. After about five seconds she renewed her struggles and screamed hysterically, even though the head of the dildo had not yet entered more than an inch.

She had begun to feel the venom cream.

One of Cruciatu’s many specially developed substances, it was a lubricant imbued with various painful yet non-lethal animal venoms. To ensure it remained long-lasting, the cream contained countless microscopic particles modelled on jellyfish stings. Just one of several enhancements reserved for Severity 5 shipments.

Down and down Katy went. Her head began to flop as she drifted closer to unconsciousness, only for the burning in her pussy to drag her back. Soon she was fully mounted on the dildo, filled to the brim, the thick shaft pressed hard against her cervix. A nylon strap was clipped around her ankles and tightened to the base of the podium just above the floor. The men stepped back. She was securely fastened—held upright by her head, impaled on the dildo, ankles locked at the base. Her toes scrabbled desperately for purchase on the pole, trying to lift herself off the invading shaft. It was a futile effort, but she had to try.

Satisfied that she was secure (though not yet finished with her), the three men grabbed Penny and dragged her towards her own pole, facing Katy.

Still watching silently through the remote cameras, Claire felt her quim cream at the spectacle. Not merely at Katy’s blind thrashing, or the terror and panic that seized her as the stinging venom seeped into her soft tissues, forcing her to writhe and squirm. Every frantic movement only drove the vicious dildo deeper into her defenceless sex, setting every nerve ablaze as the thick coating of venom spread its agonising toxins across her most sensitive skin.

That was beautiful enough, true. But Claire’s attention was fixed far more intently on Penny. On the growing horror in her eyes as she watched her own screaming sister impaled on the brutal toy. Penny of course had no idea why her sister screamed and struggled so violently. But the effect—the pain, the obvious agony—was unmistakable. And Penny knew whose fault it was that her perky younger sister was suffering so terribly.

The fight visibly left the older woman. Her body sagged, muscles slackening as despair took hold of her heart. More tears fell from the eyeholes of the cruel, sweating hood that otherwise encased her head and deadened her to the world.

She did not resist. Even knowing what was coming, Penny could not bring herself to resist. Katy had not been given the chance, and it would have been even more unfair for Penny to try to escape or fight and thereby bring Claire’s wrath down harder on her poor sister. The kicks the men had already driven into Katy’s body had been terrible enough. To allow Katy to be kicked while impaled on such a monstrous shaft was unconscionable.

So Penny stepped into the van at the tug on her ropes and straddled the dreadful contraption, flinching as one of the men pulled her thighs apart.

There was a pause—a cruel, crushing, terrible pause that almost made Penny pray for the dildo to be slammed into her sex.

…and then a gloved hand fumbled at her fleshy lips, tugging gently, pulling the crinkled, bulging folds of her inner lips apart.

She could not hear the words spoken inside her hood. But the burst of laughter that vibrated through the van drove her already despairing heart into an abyss of humiliation and hopelessness. She wept silently as they hooked her head to the chains, her arms straining against the restraints until the ties almost cut her skin—not because she wanted to fight or flee, but because she was instinctively struggling to shield her sex from the harsh, unforgiving sight of the men.

Through the cameras, Claire drank it in with delight, revelling in the revelation. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she took frantic notes and recommendations for the file, updating the notes on Katy as well and lovingly recording the fact that the younger sister’s sex was far less pronounced than Penny’s. She would have them use that. Oh, she would enjoy having them use that…

In the van, Penny was sinking down, cringing with shame as she felt her inner lips tugged around the girthy tip of the dildo and her pussy forced open to accept the invader. Just like her sister, she had barely been entered an inch when the venom bit, pouring distilled pain into her spread lips with such rapidity that she reared back up, shrieking, setting the chains rattling. McCloud gripped her by the shoulders and drove her down, down, down, letting the thick rubber batter Penny’s pussy into submission, smearing her membranes in a hideous, frazzling layer of venom that left the poor girl dazed by an overload of absolute anguish. Her eyes rolled in her head as she thrashed and screamed, heedless of the sharp scraping of the pins as she fought the posture collar.

“Therrrreee,” Claire’s voice purred in Penny’s ear. “It took a while since you spread your legs, but don’t you feel deliciously filled now? Enjoy every minute, Penny…”

The speakers clicked off. Silence crashed back as the hammering of Penny’s heartbeat thrummed in her own ears.

And then, with her body bound in place, the dreadful wide anal plugs came into play. The men worked with smooth efficiency to force each plug into each girl simultaneously, ensuring Penny could see the stiffening, screaming agony of her sister as she felt her own tightly puckered virgin hole distended, stretched almost to the ripping point by the itching, scalding, throbbing pressure of the bulbous venom-coated head. It pressed with remorseless, dispassionate force against her ass. Her muscles clenched in agony, already searing with the venom’s invisible flames, until both girls suddenly dropped, their tight assholes surrendering, yielding, welcoming the bloated black invaders as they were stuffed to the breaking point.

Penny and Katy both screamed in absolute agony as the plugs ground against the cruel shafts spearing their cunts, forcing ever more venom into their tissues.

“Apartment cleanup complete,” Clark reported. “Set-dressing in progress and then we can move out.”

The final preparations before rolling out were being set.

The bulbous inflatable plugs were pumped up a little more, drawing even higher-pitched squeals from the girls. McCloud could see Katy’s sphincter pressing outward as her anal cavity stretched toward bursting point.

Clark stepped into the van, savouring the sight of the two helpless girls. Noticing that Penny’s red eyes were uncovered and darting around at all the activity, he went over to a toolbox mounted on the side wall and fished around inside.

He retrieved several small metal clips and held them up for Penny to see. No words were required—she could barely hear anyway. He was holding deadly-looking alligator clips with serrated, razor-sharp teeth. Having a bit of fun, he walked over to Katy, raised a finger to his lips, and mimed “Shhhhhh.”

Penny squirmed and squealed, ignoring the agony of the venom-coated cock ramming into her cervix as she struggled and screamed into the terrible gag. Anything to warn Katy to brace herself. Her sightless sister was helplessly exposed and unaware as Clark theatrically held those devilishly sharp clips over Katy’s chest. It did nothing—nothing but cause Penny more pain. Poor Katy was deaf to the threat, blind to everything except the throbbing, burning torture of her stuffed cunt and crammed ass. Without hesitation, Clark snapped the clips over both of Katy’s nipples.

Utterly oblivious to the danger her sister was screaming about until the moment the clips shut, Katy felt the razor-sharp jaws bite down instantly, sinking steel fangs deep into her tender nubs. Droplets of blood welled up from the crinkled brown flesh as the steel springs snapped closed.

A ragged, broken howl cut through the hood—impressive even through the gag. Katy reacted to this new assault by twisting her upper torso, trying to dislodge the unidentified pain.

Clark walked back to Penny and stood behind her, tracing his gloved hands seductively across her thighs as Katy thrashed. Lower and lower he went, over Penny’s thick labia, already swelling from the venom. His fingers dug deeper, slowly parting the lips and tracing up and down, up and down, until he found the tiny nub of her clitoris and began circling it like a shark circling prey.

While Clark focused on arousing Penny with slowly increasing intensity, McCloud grabbed two finer chains linked to Katy’s hood chain. He threaded the chains through the ends of the nipple alligator clips and began tightening them, pulling higher and higher until Katy’s nipples were yanked nearly to her neck.

Clark continued working on Penny as McCloud attended to Katy. Grabbing one more alligator clip, he attached its end to Katy’s dildo and hovered the jaws above her clitoris. After a quick glance to make sure Penny was watching, he snapped it over the most sensitive part of her younger sister.

Although Penny was deafened, the sheer agony of her sister broke through; she could almost hear the screams inside her head.

Katy shook every part of her body, not understanding, not comprehending where the pain was coming from. It was all over. Everything hurt. Everything stung. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear—WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER! She wanted it to end. She wanted to end.

Unfortunately for Katy (and soon for Penny), the journey to the airport processing facility would be a little bumpy, and everything just added had been designed to amplify that. The dildo and butt plug were mounted on springs that caused them to bounce and jostle with the motion of the van, essentially fucking both holes by bouncing the girls up and slamming them back down with gravity. The added clit alligator clips meant that with every upward bounce their pleasure centres were painfully stretched and yanked before they fell back down onto the dildos.

As a final touch there was a modification originally done as a prank by one of the mechanics; it had now been rolled out to all collection vehicles used for S5 pickups. Every time the van braked and the taillights came on, the car battery sent a sustained electric shock through the dildo, the butt plug, and the nipple chains.

By the time McCloud was gently threading the fine chain through poor Katy’s new adornments, even Penny had lost interest in protecting or warning her sister. Clark’s dextrous fingers had coaxed her fat little clit from the copious protection of her folds and was teasing and stroking it, while his muscular bulk blocked Penny’s view of her sister.

The screams, though. God, the screams as McCloud snapped the third clip down onto Katy’s delicate pearly-pink clit. Even through the muffling encasement of her hood, Penny could hear them. She could imagine her sister’s agony, and she was sure the horror of what she was hearing would haunt her for the rest of her life.

“God, you just can’t keep your legs closed, can you, Penny? Now you’re letting dear Clark have his way with you!” Claire cackled through the speakers like a mocking goddess. “Clark, don’t let her enjoy herself too much, will you? I’m sure that clit is nice and hard now.”

With that, Clark snapped the jaws around the now-swollen love button and clipped it securely to the dildo base.

In the moment, though, Penny was too distracted by her own fear and pain, by Claire’s mocking voice still purring in her ears, and by the sudden wave of absolute agony that washed over her as her own plump clit was crushed and gnawed within the steel embrace Clark snapped into place.

“Fun fact,” Claire told Penny as her silenced screams were reduced to a muffled, wailing sob and Clark abandoned her brutally leashed clit to flick Penny’s fat brown nipples into stiff, vulnerable peaks. “My husband won’t stop texting me. Oh, I’m mostly not replying, of course… I love James with all my heart, but I wouldn’t miss your adventures! What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t wave you off to your new forever home?!”

Claire giggled again, pausing to allow Penny’s screams to diminish as Clark gave her new clamps a pinch for luck, tugging gently, before McCloud moved forward to thread more chain through the hoops. Then she resumed talking.

“But anyway, Penny, poor James is simply frantic. Do you have a minute? Sitting comfortably? God, I’d almost bring you home like this as art, but I suppose the neighbours would ask questions. Anyway—as long as you don’t feel the need to say anything to me, I’m going to share this message. He sent it about the same time you were settling into the van.”

Claire laughed again and adopted a mocking, sing-song voice as she recited: “‘Baby, please, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t want to touch her—she was just all over me. You know I’ve only ever liked her as a friend. She’s just not my type, Claire. Please, you know I’d never hurt you, especially with a skank like Penny. You know I’ve never fancied her.’ Isn’t that sweet?” Claire laughed again. “All of this—all Katy’s pain and yours… And if I hadn’t come home when I did, you still wouldn’t have got anything from my James anyway!”

Claire’s laughter, her simple honest joy, stood in such stark contrast to the obvious despair in Penny’s eyes that the normally stoic McCloud couldn’t stop himself from laughing, his hands shaking as he hooked in Penny’s clamps.

Penny had larger breasts than her sister—slightly heavier and more rounded where Katy’s were naturally perky. Rather than simply suspend them so that her nipples stretched level with the vicious leather collar, McCloud looped the fine chains through the ceiling of the van. The weight of Penny’s tits was pulled outward as well as forward, suspended savagely from the straining flesh of her nipples.

Then, with another smirk at Clark, McCloud anchored Penny’s chain to Katy’s so that every jolt and sway of Penny’s breasts would be mirrored by a sharp burst of tension dragging on her sister’s nipples.

“We’re set,” Clark said. “Let’s get this van in motion.”

He rapped sharply on the side panel. As McCloud banged the rear doors shut, the man in the cab dropped the van into gear. Just another tradesman heading about his business on the quiet morning roads.

Every bump, every sway of the van was agony for the two women. Their overstuffed asses burned with the hideous venom; their crammed cunts felt as if they were on fire. The slightest shift of the van rammed the horrible dildos hard into their depths, setting up a sick nausea that only made the trip more horrible and disorientating. The slightest thrust of the artificial cocks stretched their poor clamped clits, the steel dragging and crushing, mangling the delicately sensitive nubs until every change in motion was marked by muffled howls of despair. And through it all Penny watched in horror as the bouncing of her own breasts jerked and crushed her sister’s nipples as though Katy were merely a puppet on a string—thrashing and sobbing in blind, deaf confusion, utterly oblivious to what was happening and to the soundtrack of delighted, moaning satisfaction as Claire masturbated to the livestream of high-definition horror.

The van wormed its way through the London streets, trudging slowly along as many back roads as possible to avoid CCTV cameras, with the added benefit of giving the girls a much longer ride.

Whenever there was a speed bump or pothole, the driver would accelerate a little, watching Katy in his rear-view mirror as she bounced up and slammed down. The inertia ensured she bobbed repeatedly and was fucked multiple times on the spring-mounted dildo from a single impact.

McCloud and Clark had each chosen a girl and kept their cameras trained on them. The camera mounts had built-in gimbal stabilisers, so the bumps did not jostle the view; instead they showed the wide, gyrating, oscillating movement of the girls as the van bounced, turned, and stopped.

Stop signs and red lights were particularly hard on the girls. With the brake pedal held down, voltage surged through their nether regions and nipples, sometimes for over a minute at a time with no respite.

It was obvious to viewers when the van was braking. The electrical overstimulation forced their muscles to tense painfully; abs and legs tightened as their bodies spasmed and tried to fold in on themselves. Even while their muscles cramped, the girls still poured monumental energy into trying to escape the demonic appendages buried deep inside them.

As distressing and painful as it all was, the dildos pumping in and out of the girls began to produce a very undesired effect. It was inevitable, really. Although their pussies were being absolutely battered, the cries, screams, and moans heard on the video feeds grew less shrill and more lusty as they were fucked in different ways—fast then slow, big powerful strokes that bottomed them out, then smaller, faster pumps as they bounced. The juices from their swollen, burning vaginas mixed with the cream and began to drip down the podium. Their tormented clits swelled with blood in the body’s automatic response to arousal, even as they were yanked, pulled, and stretched in every direction.

The anal intruders, while not designed to be pleasurable at all, only exacerbated the situation, helping to squeeze the sensitive membrane walls of their now-sopping-wet pussies against the dildos.

Penny could feel it. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight it as hard as she could. A fresh, sustained tug on her nipples snapped her out of the futile attempt at mind over matter. Clark was pulling her chain tight, forcing her to open her eyes and look at her sister.

She could see Katy getting closer to cumming. The muffled sounds from her hood reached Penny and blended into the background noise of Claire’s louder, wanton self-pleasure being broadcast directly into her brain.

It was all just too much for Penny to process. The shock, the humiliation, the steady gnawing dread should have been overwhelming. Instead they took a back seat to the pain rippling through her body. Even that pain was complicated and layered—a flood of agony that overloaded her nerves so that different elements burst into focus like fireworks, making her scream even as existing anguish faded from the surface of her overloaded mind.

The gnawing, crushing teeth of the clamps on her fat brown nipples kept cutting, making her breasts jolt and bounce, and forcing poorer Katy to sob into her gag as the linked chains tugged and dragged at each sister’s orbs equally. Then the van would hit a bump and Penny’s brain instead had to deal with the sudden surge of the terrible dildo inside her, pounding her cunt like a porn star, hammering into her cervix until she was about to heave. It smeared venom across the fragile membranes of her sex as it dragged back between her lips and then slammed upward once again. As it did so it dragged her clamped clit, tugging and straining the tiny bundle of nerves that crowned her cunt, pulling sharply until Penny’s silenced screams into the gag reached a pitch that could almost shatter glass—and then the dildo would drive home again, and all the sobbing girl’s attention focused on the unnatural, awful feeling of the massive shaft grinding against the unyielding bulk of the butt plug as it seared her ass.

The surges of electricity were something else again: a frazzling, hissing pulse of power that fried Penny’s pussy until she was thrashing madly in her bonds, jerking Katy’s tits brutally as she flailed and screamed and raped herself on the venom-coated, clit-crushing cock in a pathetic bid to escape the electrical current.

And the more she screamed, the more she sweated, the more her hood smothered her, the more suffocated she felt, the closer, louder, and more mocking Claire’s moaning arousal sounded in her ears… And as she watched, the more poor Katy’s claustrophobia built until the younger woman was visibly suffering an absolute panic attack, her tits heaving and tugging at Penny’s nipples as she thrashed in her deaf, dumb isolation of pure animal dread.

…and, inevitably, her body—and Penny’s body—did the only thing they could to defend themselves from the torture. Tissue swelled, sensitivity increased, creating a feedback loop of hideous pain and mounting pleasure as the two sisters’ pussies soaked themselves in slick juices that sizzled and scorched every time the brakes were pumped.

And despite it all, despite the agonising overload of horror, Penny felt her body forced mercilessly toward the brink of orgasm. She watched her sister’s sex dripping as Katy too was forced to feel pleasure even in her living hell.

And as Clark gripped the chain and forced Penny to watch her own sister orgasm as she was tortured—to watch her own sister orgasm for the first time in her life—Claire’s husky voice purred in Penny’s ears:

“Oh, suuuch a little slut. That’s clearly a family trait for you people. Watch your sister cum, Penny. Watch how good my people are to you both. Most sisters never get to be this intimate, but you two… Oh Penny, if you only knew how close you’ll become! Ohhh… Fuck. I’m almost as wet as Katy just thinking of it. Time for you to cum, Penny. Be a good girl. Cum for me while we torture your sister…”

Claire’s voice was coaxing, insidious… and perfectly timed, as always. Just as her throaty voice moaned the words, the van hit a pothole, the venom-slick dildo pumped like a jackhammer, and Penny’s clit was stretched and crushed like a puppy’s chew toy.

…and her body responded to the overwhelming conflict of screaming nerves with an explosive orgasm that left her exhausted, hanging limply from her chains as she watched poor Katy collapse in sheer terror, the inert swinging of her body clapping Penny’s clamped tits together in painful, mocking applause