To Have and To Hold

It worked, was Lina’s first thought as her pounding head finally cleared enough to remember what was going on. Her second thought was Oh God, it worked.

Her third was to wonder if the tracker was still there. For a moment, she thought she couldn’t feel it, and panic surged inside her, but then she registered the familiar lump behind her knee. Hot relief washed over her. This might actually work.

It has been two weeks since that conversation with Teri, ten days since she’d installed the tracker, and eight since they’d posted their finalized message on the fansite. Posing as an anonymous member of her gym who’d recognized her and claimed to spend every night since masturbating to the fantasy of her joining her wife, they’d provided her home address, daily schedule, and the routes she usually traveled.

From the moment she’d hit send, Lina had felt as though a thousand eyes were on her, and she could barely breathe whenever she was outdoors, body clenched and waiting. Resisting the urge to constantly turn her head and try to catch sight of her potential kidnapper was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do. But as she’d told herself a million times, she couldn’t risk making him suspicious. If he realized she knew what was coming, the plan would be a failure.

But it had worked. She couldn’t remember the actual moment of abduction. She’d been walking home from the gym, sweaty and exhausted and increasingly worried that he’d never take the bait, and then… nothing. A hard stop where her memory should be.

That didn’t matter. The hard part of is over. Teri and I set the trap and he’s sprung it, simple as that. Now I just have to wait for rescue.

In the meantime, she tried to make more sense out of her current situation. She was aware enough to recognize that the darkness around her was a hood of some kind. She experimented with turning her head to try and work it off, but it refused to budge.

She could feel that she was still dressed in her workout clothes - black leggings and a matching sports top - which brought some small relief. Lina wasn’t optimistic enough to think that Lyle wouldn’t have the opportunity to assault her before the police arrived, but she was in no hurry for it either. Clothes wouldn’t provide lasting protection, but the time he’d have to spend removing them wasn’t something to take for granted.

Less relieving were the bands around her wrists and ankles, which she was pretty sure were zip ties. They’d forced her into a hogtied position, her chest and bare stomach resting on a hard flat surface. A strap of some kind went over her back and kept her from rolling to either side.

She had no more time to examine anything, because suddenly the hood around her head was ripped off to reveal a dismal looking warehouse, lit by long rows of fluorescents somewhere above. There were no clocks to see the time, no windows or other natural lighting to tell her whether it was still nighttime. Lina’s eyes registered her surroundings, but all of her attention was on the woman. On Georgia. Her Georgia.

The naked brunette knelt on all fours in front of her. Her body was a web of scars, a canvas that held three years worth of torture. Lina tried not to look at the damage - like the missing fingernails, or the chunks of flesh chewed off of her breasts - and just focus on her wife’s face, but that was still more than enough to break her heart.

In her memory, the often smiling and laughing brunette was the perfect amount of plump, enough to give her a soft, curvy frame that Lina loved to explore for hours on end. This was a woman who’d watched Lina order a salad on their first date, and then fearlessly ordered - and finished - an entire pizza for herself. On the walk back to the dorm later, she’d licked her fingers and declared “I think I like sex more than food, but it’s a close race. If you’re not willing to compete for my affection, better give up now.”

A long time after, Georgia confessed that she’d felt like Lina was painfully out of her league, a tall blonde goddess giving a pity date to her chubby nerdy friend just because she was newly single. Most of her past girlfriends had tried to bully or cajole her into losing weight at some point - hearing that had made Lina absolutely furious, and would have put Teri’s health in severe jeopardy if the redhead had been one of them - and she’d figured she might as well show Lina that she was a hopeless case and there was no point in trying to make it work.

Lina hadn’t read all of that in the bold, vulnerable look the woman had given her, but she’d seen enough that she couldn’t resist leaning in to give her a kiss that made Georgia moan with soft surprise against her mouth. The blonde had slipped her hand over the woman’s thigh, and the brunette had taken it, guiding it under her pants to feel the growing wetness there. When the kiss was over, both women panting slightly, Lina had smiled and licked her own fingers. “Did you know I used to be on the track team in high school? I am very, very good at races. Want me to show you?”

“Yes, please,” Georgia had breathed. It turned out to be a long demonstration that went on all night and well into the morning, but there were no complaints.

It was hard to square that mental image with the gaunt face Lina was seeing now. Her eyes were sunken and hollow, and her cheekbones stood out harshly, making her look like some starving victim from a third world country. And it wasn’t just the weight loss that made her face hard to look at: her lips were cracked and swollen, her nose crooked from having been broken multiple times, her skin lined with bruises and cuts and burns. Her captor had drawn, no, the bastard had tattooed obscene words on her cheeks and forehead like CUM PIG and DICK LICKING DYKE. But worst of all was the dead hopeless look she wore. Lina had never seen such raw human misery in one place before.

As she stared at her wife, Lina felt all of her fear and uncertainty burn away in fire. Lyle had done this to her. That monster, that sick motherfucker, that goddamn piece of shit, had turned the love of her life into this broken creature, just for his own pleasure. And Lina could never change that. She could save Georgia, but she couldn’t take away her memories, couldn’t wind back time to return the years that had been stolen from them both.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair. All she could do now was make the one responsible pay for what he’d done. No matter what it took, he would pay. She glared up at the man who’d pulled her hood off. “Are you the one who did this to my wife?”

Lyle Maccabee didn’t look like a monster. He didn’t look like much of anything, just an unremarkable man in his late forties with ginger hair that was beginning to turn gray. He was dressed in slacks and a business suit, with a stocky frame that had just a slight beer belly. The only hint of the real man inside was his dark eyes, which flashed with glee as he grinned back at her.

“The one who did what?” he replied with mock innocence. His voice was smooth and relaxed, as though they were friends having a pleasant chat. “The one who used her mouth as an ashtray last night after she begged for the privilege? Who celebrated your impending arrival by pumping a fresh load of cum into her guts while she sobbed? Who afterward generously let her demonstrate her years of expertise at slurping all trace of her ass off my dick? The answer is ‘yes’ to everything, but I would enjoy knowing exactly which of your wife’s recent experiences you’re feeling most curious about.” His smile widened. “I’ve never actually owned two women at the same time who already knew each other. I think I quite like it.”

Lina knew she should be afraid of this man, but all she felt was disgust and fury. “I am going to kill you,” she said. She delivered the words not as a threat or a promise, but as an objective fact. “And before you die, I’m going to cut off your tiny prick and feed it to you.” The cops might not be too happy about the idea, but she knew Teri would have her back; the redhead could be an absolute psychopath in all the best ways.

In their freshman year, Teri had overheard Georgia’s roommate complaining to friends about how unfair it was to be “stuck with that ugly fatty”, and cheerfully confiding about how she enjoyed playing pranks when Georgia wasn’t around like hiding the girl’s things or logging onto her computer to mess with her homework assignments, all in the hopes that it would drive the brunette to leave school. Teri’s reaction had been to sneak into Georgia’s room, grab the roommate’s own laptop, and drop it in the shared bathroom’s dirtiest toilet. When the girl finally arrived and stared in horror at her ruined laptop submerged in piss, the redhead was there waiting to clap and say “Yay, you won the treasure hunt! I usually like more harmless pranks myself, but you’re right, this one is fun!”

It wasn’t the last time she’d responded to bullies with extreme measures, and while she’d never shared the exact details, she’d let slip before that similar stunts were why she’d been “encouraged” to retire from police work after only a few years despite her otherwise excellent performance record. Lina felt confident that the Teri she knew - the closest friend she and Georgia both had after each other - would be eager to help her achieve a bit of extralegal justice when the time arrived.

The blonde expected Lyle to react to her promise with anger or violence, but he only laughed, amused at Lina’s attitude. “Well,” he said lightly, “then I had better enjoy having my tiny prick around while I still can. Now, given that we have two dykes and only one me, would either of you like to volunteer to be first for a bit of love making?”

“Please fuck me, Master,” Georgia said quickly. “My dyke cunt can’t wait for another hard pounding from your amazing dick.”

Lina looked at her wife with pity. “You don’t have to say things like that anymore, Georgia.” Her voice was far warmer than before, gentle and loving. “I know that this, this monster has hurt you terribly, that he’s made you say and do things, but everything is going to be alright. I’m going to get us out of this, and then we’re going to go back home, together.”

Lyle closed his eyes and let out a soft groan. “Please, pet, if you intend to keep saying things like that, you’ll need to pace yourself. I can only get so erect. Thankfully, your wife is about to help me take care of that.” He stepped behind the brunette and Lina watched him jab some of his fingers into her. Despite the rough handling, Georgia barely reacted as he twisted his wrist one way, then the other. “Dry as a bone again,” he said, not sounding surprised or disappointed. “Don’t worry, after the first round she’ll have plenty of cum to slick down her love tunnel, and until then…” He shrugs. “I’m an old pro at this; her blood is more than enough lubricant for me. Right, Georgia?”

“Yes, Master,” Georgia replied. Her face flushed slightly and she avoided meeting Lina’s gaze as she added, “I love the way your magnificent cock rips me open every time.”

The ginger haired man chuckled as though she’d just told a joke. “And where has this eager cock squeezer been? I seem to recall someone begging me recently to think of something, anything, that I’d rather do than pump her holes.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t appreciate how much I love Master’s cock,” Georgia said, softly but with insistence. “Please, Master, I swear I’ve seen the light. I’ll happily be your fucktoy for as long as you want, and never ask for anything but your throbbing dick inside of me.”

“Then it seems romance isn’t dead,” Lyle said. “Very well, pet, we should get to it then.” He gave her ass a hard smack that resounded through the warehouse and made the brunette jump.

It was already the second time in as many minutes that he’d casually abused her wife, and it made Lina see red. “You have no right to touch her,” she hissed. “If you harm her again-“

“You’ll cut off my tiny prick and feed it to me twice?” Lyle interrupted. “I appreciate the sentiment, and I think it’s rather adorable how you seem to sincerely believe threats are going to help her situation, but unless you’re planning to actually stop me in some way, pet, your wife’s twat isn’t going to fuck itself.”

Lina stared at him, hesitating for only a fraction of a second before she made up her mind. “Rape me then.”

“Please Master, pick me!” Georgia insisted quickly, and began wiggling her hips enticingly. “She doesn’t know how to please your cock like I do! My dyke cunt will give you such a good ride, I promise!”

“It’s alright, Georgia,” Lina said softly. “You don’t have to protect me. I’m the one who’s failed to protect you all these months. If I could have made it here even a moment sooner, I would have. If I could take every moment you’ve had to endure and make it my burden instead, I would do it happily. I love you.” She glared up at Lyle. “So do your worst, I can take it. From now on, anything that you were going to do to her, do to me instead.”

“That is a beautiful sentiment,” Lyle declared. “I think I am very nearly rooting for you to bust out and kill me after all. But, hmmm…” he rubbed his chin. “Something isn’t right. I know that I’m the terrible villain and you’re the courageous hero swooping in to rescue your wife, but aren’t you being rather rude?”

“Rude?” Lina said flatly, biting off the word.

“Yes, rude. Your lovely wife is correct that her twat is going to be a much better experience than yours. If you’re going to make a request like ‘please rape my untrained dyke cunt instead of my wife’s expert fuckhole’, the least you can do is be polite about it.” When Lina just stared at him incredulously, he shrugged and gave Georgia’s ass another hard slap. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that your wife was all talk. Get those cunt muscles warmed up, pet, I’m going to be coming in hot.”

“Wait!” Lina insisted. “Rape me.” Her mouth twisted in distaste and she spat out the last word. “Please.”

“I guess that’s technically better,” Lyle said, turning away from her to start unbuckling his pants. “But not the words I wanted to hear.”

“Then what. Do. You want?” Lina asked, her eyes ablaze with indignation.

Lyle didn’t bother turning around. “I already told you.” His pants slipped to the ground, leaving only his boxers.

The blonde gritted her teeth and then forced out the words one by one. She felt no humiliation at voicing something so obscene, just anger at being made to play along with his game. “Rape my untrained dyke cunt instead of my wife’s expert fuckhole. Please.”

Lyle sighed dramatically. “I suppose if you want it that badly, who am I to stand in your way?” He shucked off his boxers and turned around, grinning when he saw Lina’s face go slightly pale. “You were right, it is a very tiny prick,” he said, stroking the monstrosity between his legs. “That’s why I’m a coward who has to abduct women instead of just going out to find a girlfriend.”

She’d seen penises before and found them entirely unappealing. Penetration in general didn’t interest her, not even with a strap on or fingers. She’d given both a try with Georgia a few times, but ultimately it was clitoral stimulation that her body craved.

Even if she was capable of enjoying penetration, she would never voluntarily seek it from something as gross as a dick. They were sweaty, hairy flesh sticks that men pissed out of; letting one of those jab into the delicate flower of her womanhood seemed like nothing less than gruesome defilement.

When she’d first learned about the birds and the bees as a young girl, she’d been horrified to find that she was expected to let her eventual husband do something so vile to her, and had cried herself to sleep that night over the awful prospect. Later she’d learned about different sexual orientations, and it had been a profound relief to finally put a label to the feelings she’d always held, and know that her revulsion towards men didn’t mean she’d have to spend her life alone.

Lyle Maccabee’s prick was nothing like the ones she’d seen before. In general shape, yes, but in size… it had to be at least eleven inches, with a shaft as thick as a soda can, and a head larger than most men’s fists. It didn’t look like a tool for sex, or even for rape. It looked like a murder weapon.

Lina swallowed her initial trepidation, and met his gaze fearlessly. “Is that so?” she said coolly. “I assumed it was your stench that drove women away.”

That produced what sounded like a genuinely startled laugh out of Lyle. “You know, I think I like you,” he said happily. “And I’m beginning to see why your wife does too. I have a feeling that you are going to be quite fun to have around, Lina. Until you kill me, of course. But until that day arrives, we’ll just have to pass the time like this…”

He walked behind Lina and she tensed, expecting him to begin pulling off her leggings so he could begin penetrating her, but instead he just rubbed the head of his cock against her still covered crotch. “I think this is going to be a tight fit,” the man mused. “I’ve gotten used to the way your wife’s cunt gapes. Well, I’d better enjoy it while it lasts!”

“You’re not going to use a condom?” Lina asked sharply. Georgia’s face went deathly pale, and she began trying to get Lina’s attention with her eyes, but the blonde ignored her. She couldn’t fault her wife for being too scared to challenge Lyle, but that didn’t mean she was going to take things quietly.

“You want a condom?” Lyle asked. His voice was slightly strained, as though he was holding back laughter. “No, trust me, you don’t. I’m clean and sterile, if that helps. I use to enjoy watching my fucktoys panic every time I left a fresh load in their twats, but over the years I’ve realized I prefer to watch you dykes panic over more legitimate fears.”

Hot disgust rose up in the blonde’s throat like bile. “Yes. I. Do,” she said, biting off each word. “I would rather die than feel your, your gross, filthy… semen in me.” If there was anything in the world she found more revolting than a cock, it was the sticky white slime they produced. She had no idea how other women could feel that stuff dribbling into them and not want to puke. And there wasn’t a man in the world whose cock slime she found more vile than Lyle Maccabee’s.

“Well, I can appreciate a woman who knows what she wants,” Lyle said pleasantly. “And I do still have a few around in case your wife wanted them, but she never does. Do you, pet?”

“No, Master.“ Georgia caught Lina’s gaze and said, with careful emphasis, “I always enjoy your throbbing cock so much more when you give it to me raw.”

Lyle chuckled as he grabs a box of condoms from a shelf. “You two are adorable together! It’s almost a shame I won’t be keep you both around for very long, but I’m just one man, and I prefer to give a dyke my undivided attention.” He rolled the condom over his member, sheathing the entire thing in tight latex. “All wrapped up and ready for fun! Any more requests before we start?”

“Wake me up when you’re finished,” Lina said, drawing another laugh.

Once again she felt his cock press against her leggings without taking them off. His hands stroked the nylon, spreading it taut against himself. She almost opened her mouth to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but changed her mind. It wasn’t as though she was in any hurry to have him do things the “right” way and begin raping her. If he wants to masturbate with my leggings or whatever weird fetish he’s engaging in, he can go at it. She turned her attention instead towards Georgia. “I’m going to be okay,” she assured her wife, and put on a stoic expression. This was probably going to hurt, but she refused to let her wife see how much. “You don’t have to wor-“

Her voice cut off as a ripping noise signaled Lyle’s cock tearing its way through her leggings, followed by a sharp thrust of his hips that not only brought him in contact with her bare flesh, it wedged the bulbous mushroom head of his cock inside her and stretched her labia obscenely wide around him. A look of panic flashed across her face before she could stop herself. “Having second thoughts?” the ginger haired man teased behind her. “I can pull out and stick this up your pretty wife instead, if you want. Not a problem.”

“I…” She forcibly smoothed out her expression, gritting her teeth against the pain. “I didn’t even realize you’d started,” she said, her voice wavering only slightly.

It took several minutes for Lyle to finish stuffing his fat prick into Lina’s dry channel, each thrust progressing just bare millimeters. She endured it in near total silence, letting out only the occasional quiet pained hiss of breath as her insides were stretched out. The loudest noise she made was a soft surprised grunt at the very end, when she was rocked by sudden intense and nauseating pain. “That would be your cervix,” Lyle announced happily. “Your wife has plenty of experience with those little love taps, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” agreed the brunette stiffly. “I love when your magnificent cock punches my cervix.”

Lina couldn’t help a sharp gasp of pain as Lyle began reversing course, his cockhead now scrubbing her already stretched and sore walls. “Your dyke twat is already clinging to me so tightly,” he teased. “We might have a convert on our hands.”

The blonde couldn’t spare the attention to offer a retort, all her concentration directed at enduring the way his shaft felt like a tree branch wrapped in sandpaper. She did, however, take the time to give her wife a small reassuring smile, even if she couldn’t completely mask the pain from her experience. Georgia didn’t try to return the smile, staring back in unmitigated horror.

Lyle ceased his exit at the last possible moment, the tip of his head hugged by Lina’s abused labia. “You managed to fit nearly half of me in. Not bad for the first penetration, not at all. With a little hard work and some stretching, your cunt might just manage to take my entire shaft within six months.” He’s lying. He had to be. Lina knew that she couldn’t put a number to exactly how much of him was actually inside her, because her distended pussy was insisting that it was multiple feet, but the true amount couldn’t be only half.

“That’s enough foreplay for me.” Lyle patted the small of her back in an affectionate way that made her queasy. “How about you, pet? Should we get your wife to add some throatslime to my shaft before we dig in, maybe tongue your cunt to get the juices flowing?”

Georgia began saying what an excellent idea both suggestions were, but Lina cut her off. “Just do it already.”

The blonde heard the wide grin in his voice as he gripped her long ponytail in both fists. “With pleasure.” Then he yanked back for leverage while snapping his hips forward, in one violent motion filling her already aching pussy even more than before, so much more.

For the first time, Lina couldn’t keep any trace of stoicism or heat in her expression. Her eyes bulged in shock and her mouth gaped, a strangled cry of pain spilling out. His cock was pure agony, a red hot poker spearing her most intimate place. It was by far the most painful moment of her life… until he pulled back and drove into her again, even harder and another millimeter deeper. And again. And again.

“There’s nothing like breaking in a fresh dyke cunt,” Lyle said with glee as he continued wrenching on her ponytail and smashing his pelvis against her torn leggings. “Yes, Lina, you and I are going to have a wonderful time together from now on!”

All her instincts told her to scream, but Lina choked the urge down. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. All the bastard could do was hurt her. He had no other power over her; he couldn’t make her cry, scream, or beg, and he never would. I’m going to have the last laugh, asshole. Just you wait.

It quickly became clear that the hardest part was always when his cock rammed into her cervix. Georgia had described it as a punch, and Lina couldn’t disagree; every thrust felt far more like a vicious jab than anything remotely sexual, her fragile womb crushed by the force of the blow. Every time it sent a spike of agony and nausea that made her stomach do flip flops.

She held onto hope that the pain would numb once he got into a rhythm, but reality proved to be less kind. As seconds slowly turned to minutes, her insides only felt more mangled, her cervix more sore. Lina found herself worried that he was doing permanent damage, that she’d never heal down there, and then scolded herself for being selfish. Georgia has endured this and worse for three years. Whatever scars I come out of this with, they’ll be a small price to pay.

He can’t keep this pace up forever. Most men only need a few minutes to finish, and even if his stamina is as freakish as his dick, he can’t be more than a minute away. Then he’ll go soft and that will be the end of it.

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How is he still going?!

Lina tried to convince herself that it was her imagination playing tricks with her perception of time, but somehow the brutal rape kept stretching on and on. She tried to count the seconds and prove it to herself. Five seconds. Ten. Thirty. One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes. Ten.

She gave up after reaching thirty minutes, half convinced that this was actually a nightmare and she was going to wake up in her own bed, maybe even with Georgia next to her.

It felt like his cock has been stabbing her for days on end when she heard Lyle sigh. It was the relaxed, comfortable sound of a man enjoying himself. The sound, the hope that it might signal the end, revived her from the haze of pain she’d been floating in, until he spoke. “There’s something you should know about me Lina: I don’t usually like condoms. I’ve found that they dull the sensation too much, and usually makes it take near forever to cum. But even dulled, your cunt feels sweet as sugar around me. And we’re in no hurry, right? Nothing wrong with taking our time and enjoying a nice long twat pounding.”

At that point in time, he was still less than halfway done.

When he finally did finish, the pulsing of his cock brought fresh new pain to Lina’s torment, stretching her bloated cunt even wider. She bit her lip to hold back from screaming, the pain outmatched by the relief that it was over. He’d given her his worst and she didn’t break. Did you see that, bastard? Did you see that I took everything you got and I’m still here?

“One moment, pet,” Lyle says as he pulled out of her with a wet plop. She felt the stale air of the warehouse tickle her insides and tried not to think about how much her slit must be gaping. Meanwhile, Lyle was peeling off the condom, much of it covered in blood. But not much more than half. He tied it closed and then, chuckling to himself, grabbed a pen and scribbled on it before showing it to her. Lina grimaced at the golf ball sized balloon of cum, a sight so disgusting that she was nearly grateful he wore the condom instead of depositing that filth in her. She glared at the mocking smiley face he’d drawn on it, a symbol that the traumatizing experience she’d gone through was just fun and games to him. Next to it was an ominous ‘1’.

She was caught completely unaware when he tugged her jaw down and placed the sticky bag in her mouth. Surprised and nauseated, she tried to spit it out, but he poked his fingers in, forcing it deeper. His other hand was clamped on her jaw, stopping her from chewing on his digits.

“I usually make your wife beg for her cum treats,” Lyle said casually as he prodded the used condom. It hit the entrance to her throat, and there was a slight pop as it passed through. “But she was, if you’ll pardon the expression, a bit of a fatty when she first arrived, and I felt she didn’t need the extra calories. You, on the other hand, look like you’ll starve to death if I don’t get every last drop of cum down your throat.” He stroked her neck, urging the condom down. “I don’t know if you’ll digest the latex, but if it appears in your bucket later, we’ll just give it another pass. I’m sure a few months of stomach acid will eventually wear it down.”

Bile rose up inside Lina as she felt the cum baggie vanish down her throat, and it was all she could do not to vomit. It’s over. This is just one more humiliation. He can physically overpower me like this, but he can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.

“Georgia, go fetch that thing we talked about earlier,” Lyle said without looking at the kneeling woman.

“Yes, Master,” Georgia said, and began crawling to a worktable.

The ginger haired man ran his fingers over Lina’s bound left hand. “While your wife attends to that, you and I have a bit of business of our own. You have lovely hands, you know. I’m used to softer, more delicate fingers on my pets, not worn and calloused digits like these… these belong to a woman familiar with an honest day’s work. A woman who understands that the human body is the most valuable instrument any of us possess and needs to be developed and maintained, not take for granted. I’d almost like to leave them be, but I make it a habit to declaw all of my dykes on their first day. It just seems like common sense.”

Before Lina could process what he was getting at, he stuck his thumb beneath the fingernail of her left index finger and pulled. The blonde gritted her teeth and held back a scream as he slowly tore the fingernail away from the skin, leaving a bloody patch where it had been all her life. When the last bit of flesh separated, he flicked the nail onto the ground. “I’m sure Georgia will enjoy eating these later. She claimed to love the nail clippings I treated her to on her birthday.”

“You fffffucker!” Lina hissed. Her fingertip pounded like someone had struck it with a hammer. “You’re that scared of women, you, you fucking coward?! I’m all tied up and you’re worried about my fucking nai-” She pressed her lips shut to keep from crying out as Lyle moved on to her middle fingernail.

“I prefer the term cautious,” he said mildly as he continued methodically ripping off her fingernails, one by one. “Keeping you dykes from making very stupid decisions - attempting to claw my eyes out, for example - can be a full time job sometimes. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, as they say.”

A million angry retorts ran through Lina’s head, but she knew that if she opened her mouth, all that was going to come out were sounds of pain. So she just dug in and endured, her rage boiling higher than ever, as fingernail after fingernail eventually ended up on the floor.

Lyle was working on her right hand by the time Georgia began crawling back from where she’d been, his back still to her. “Your turn in just a moment,” he said. “I’ll leave the choice up to you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Lina was suddenly grateful that she’d been concentrating on remaining quiet, because otherwise she would have gasped in elation when she saw what her wife was carrying in her mouth, what Lyle still hadn’t turned around and seen: garden shears. Georgia shuffled closer, just a few feet away from him, and Lina held her breath, hoping that Lyle wouldn’t notice her reaction. You’re almost there! Just a little more and you can stab that motherfucker right in the back! She’d never loved her wife more.

Georgia reached Lyle. And continued crawling past him, towards Lina.

The blonde stared in confusion as her wife rose unsteadily to her feet and took the shears in her hand. I’m sorry, Georgia mouthed silently, I’m so so sorry. What is she doing? Why didn’t she…

Lina felt the cold blades of the gardening shears touch the second knuckle of her left pinky. “Wha-?!” she stuttered, too stunned to hold her tongue. “Georgia, what are you doing?!”

“What I told her to,” Lyle said, watching with interest. “As I said, I’ve never owned two women who already knew each other, and I knew I had to do something with that. If you were sisters, or perhaps mother and daughter, I’d have experimented with having one or both of you rape the other, but in this case, I think trying to make sex with your long lost wife traumatic would be a bit of a stretch. So I’m trying this instead: every time we finish making love, Georgia is going to cut off a bit of your fingers. It’s my hope that even after years have passed and your wife is long gone, you’ll be able to look at the stumps you have left and remember these final moments with her.”

Lina narrowed her eyes. “You’re bluffing,” she accused confidently. Which was good. If this asshole was trying to play mind games, it was because he knew there were still ways for her to fight back.

The ginger haired man raised his eyebrows. “I am?” he asked, amused.

“Let me guess,” Lina said, thinking it through. “My wife is going to chop off my fingers… unless I suck your cock. Or spread my legs. Or whatever other sick fantasy is running in your mind.” The blonde sneered at him. “Maybe next time, if you want me to believe you’re actually going to do it, don’t rip my fingernails off first!”

“Ohhhhh,” Lyle said, nodding. He picked up a pack of cigarettes from a nearby shelf. “Right, I can see how that would give you the wrong impression.” He chuckled. “But I’m afraid you’re mistaken: I didn’t tear your fingernails off because I’m bluffing about your wife removing your fingers. I did it because it would have been a shame to rob you of such a seminal fucktoy experience, and that was the last opportunity we’ll ever have. Go on, Georgia.”

*shunk*

There was no pain at first. Lina stared blankly at the bloody pinky tip on the ground next to her. What just… No. Georgia, she wouldn’t… she… Then the severed nerves began screaming, and Lina groaned in agony as reality swept away her disbelief. She… he… my finger! They cut off my fucking finger! Rape, she’d expected. Being punched and whipped and any other BDSM crap Lyle was into, she’d expected. But not this casual mutilation of her flesh. The tip of her pinky was gone. And unless Lyle really was bluffing, this was going to be just the beginning.

“Time to cauterize,” Lyle observed, offering the brunette a freshly lit cigarette. “We wouldn’t want your wife to bleed out.”

“Yes, Master,” Georgia said, accepting it from him. Lina tried to jerk her hand away, but the brunette grabbed it tightly with one hand, while her other pressed the burning cigarette tip against the stump of her wife’s pinky. Lina’s flesh sizzled, and she let out a low cry of pain that was only barely below an outright scream.

Why? Why had her own wife done this to her?! Because she had to, Lina reminded herself. If it had been the blonde holding the garden shears, she would have attacked Lyle in an instant, or slit her own throat before using it on her wife. But Georgia was different. She’d been here for years, not hours, and it was obvious that Lyle had broken her spirit a very long time ago. Still… she couldn’t help imagining what might have happened if her wife had tried. We could have been free already… just a little courage and we could have been free already…

Her breath caught when she saw him tearing open another condom wrapper. It was still only a few minutes since he’d finished, and she knew it would take a while for him to be ready to go again. Maybe he wouldn’t even be hard again until tomorrow, or better yet, Teri and the cavalry would arrive long before his limp dick made so much as a twitch. But when Lina looked at his crotch, she was horrified to see him already fully erect.

Lyle noticed her gaze and chuckled. “Ever since I hit puberty, the darn thing won’t stay soft for more than a few seconds as long as there’s even a single swimmer in my balls. I used to have to stay up wanking in bed for hours just to dull the edge enough to sleep. God bless the existence of fucktoys.”

Lina wanted to protest, to insist that this couldn’t be happening, but he was already stepping behind her, his hands back on her ponytail. Maybe this time won’t be as bad. Maybe I’ve gotten used to it.

She was wrong. She could no nothing but swallow down her pain and take it. Later, he forcefed her a second used condom in much the same way, this one with the same mocking smiley face and a ‘2’. Lina tried to hold Georgia’s gaze when the woman approached with the shears, tried to tell her to resist this monster, but the brunette just averted her eyes and removed the next segment of her pinky.

Lyle was already hard again before Georgia had finished pressing another cigarette against the new stump, and Lina had no words of comfort for herself that time.

A third impossibly long rape. A third used condom, marked liked the others, pushed down her throat to join them. Lina didn’t even bother fighting it this time. Didn’t bother using her eyes to silently plead with her wife while Georgia sliced off the third and final segment of her finger. She looked dully at the “cauterized” bits of flesh that were now just more bloody lumps on the floor.

Her tenderized cervix felt like it had been attacked with a jackhammer. Lyle’s appetite for “cervix punches” had only seemed to grow over time. He barely seemed to care about the pleasure of actually moving his cock inside of her; it was the way she clenched around him every time he smashed into her womb’s entrance that thrilled him. Unfortunately one required the other, so he pistoned himself in and out of her bloody slit just to increase how hard he rammed into her at the end of each thrust.

Her definition of resistance had evolved over the three long rapes. She didn’t have the strength for snide remarks or fierce gazes anymore, but she told herself those were doing nothing anyway. What he really wants from me is reactions, and I’m still denying him like that. No screaming, no begging, and no crying. Ever. Not after three rapes, not after three hundred, not after three th-

“I think I’ll try your ass next,” Lyle said as he applied a fresh condom.

“No!” The word escaped Lina’s mouth before she could stop it.

“No?” Lyle asked pleasantly, but she was relieved to see him pause.

“You…” Lina didn’t want to say the words, but the thought of that horrible thing in her ass… This isn’t begging. It’s manipulation. He’s a brute who thinks with his cock, so lead him by it. “You were enjoying my, my cunt…”

“Absolutely,” Lyle agreed, “but variety is the spice of life. Besides, I can’t go balls deep in your dyke twat, and I do have a hankering for it right now.” He looked over at Georgia. “That’s your favorite part of taking my cock back there, isn’t it, pet? Feeling me go so deep that I’m not even in your rectum anymore, I’m churning my way through your soft guts?”

“Yes, Master,” the brunette replied dutifully. “I love being gutfucked by your incredible prick.” She hesitated. “Maybe Master would like to play a game with his new dyke fucktoy?”

“You know what, maybe he would,” Lyle admitted. “How about it, Lina? Would you like to play a game with me?”

Lina didn’t like the sound of that, but compared to the alternative… “What game?”

“Let’s start with a simple one,” he said. “One of your wife’s favorites. You can guess which one, right, pet?” The brunette nods. “Yes, there’s not a day goes by she doesn’t beg to play it. It’s very simple: first, she sings a little song…”

Georgia delivered her next lines in a sing songy tone. “My titties need some love, sir, please beat them black and blue! I want to see my fun bags bounce, I hope that you do too!”

“And then I beat her tits, just as she requested. Sometimes with a flogger, sometimes my bare fists, whatever feels right in the moment. And that’s all there is to it! Should we give it a try?”

Lina stared at him blankly, wondering if the trauma over the long set of rapes had broken something in her brain. “That… that doesn’t make any sense. That’s not a game, it’s just… it’s just you torturing her!”

The thought of him tormenting her wife like that, making her sing some stupid obscene song just to, what, give him an excuse to hurt her? It made Lina’s blood boil in a way it hadn’t since her second rape.

Lyle shrugged. “It’s okay. All my toys are a little confused at first, but once they get the hang of our games, they can’t get enough. In the meantime, I believe I have a date with your guts.”

“Fine,” Lina snarled. It’s just going to be pain. It can’t be much longer before the cops arrive. I’ll just endure it for now. I’ll be fine.

She held on to her conviction as he stretched her leggings again, choosing to tear a hole through them with his cock instead of removing them, and then penetrated her ass. It hurt, God did it hurt, but it didn’t hold a candle to the shame she’d feel if she gave in to him. Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass when this is over. Shove an iron pipe so deep you’ll be spitting rust.

That rage kept her spirits up even as he began pumping in and out of her, her rectum tight around his cock. I’m stronger than he thinks. He wants to do this for ten hours? Twenty? I can take it.

To her surprise, it felt like barely any time at all before he popped out of her. She hadn’t even felt him cum. On the one hand, it was disgusting to know that he’d enjoyed her ass so much that even a condom couldn’t slow him down. On the other, short or not, that anal rape had still been very painful, and she wasn’t going to complain about a quick ending.

Lina felt good enough that she even had the energy to make a mocking comment. “Running out of juice already? And here I thought you had stamina.”

Lyle paused, and for the first time, Lina got the sense that he didn’t have a response to that. Despite all the lingering pain she was in, despite the danger, she felt a smile come over her. It was the most minor of victories, but it was more than she’d had a minute ago. He was just a man. A stupid man with a freakish dick. She wasn’t going to lose to him.

He chuckled behind her. “Ah, I see what you mean. You’re right, that wasn’t my best showing. Do you mind if I try again?”

“Do whatever you want,” she said flatly. A tingle of fear ran through her when she felt his cock once again at her now widened anal ring, but she suppressed it. I’m sick of being scared of you.

“One small thing I should mention, Lina,” he said as he wrapped his hands around her ponytail in a way that was becoming too familiar. “Even after years of practice, a tight asshole is a bit too much for my equipment. My first time with a fucktoy’s shitter always requires a bit of preparation.”

Now he was making excuses? She marveled at how quickly her perception of him could change. He wasn’t some big scary monster, he was a pathetic little weasel who got his kicks from abusing women. He should be scared of her.

“What I’m trying to get at,” Lyle continued, “is that our little intestinal adventure hasn’t really started yet. That was just my fingers.”

No. He’s lying. He wasn’t-

He was not lying.

Lina didn’t moan or grunt or hiss when the massive head of Lyle’s prick tore right through her sphincter and into her bowels. She screamed. The hapless blonde howled like a banshee, her cries echoing off the warehouse walls as his fat cock carved a tunnel through her guts. It would’ve been easier to stop her heart from beating than to stop the wails coming out of her mouth.

“You know,” said Lyle as he happily tugged on her ponytail. “You might be the first fucktoy I’ve ever gutfucked with a condom. I’m used to only getting to enjoy a dyke this way for a few minutes, but this…mmm, and it feels so good! If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was just cumming nonstop. Credit where credit is due, Lina, I don’t think it would be nearly this good with most other pets. Your asshole is warm and tight and just the right amount of softness to make stabbing into it feel so satisfying.”

Lina didn’t want to hear any of this. Didn’t want to hear about how good she was making Lyle Maccabee feel. Didn’t want to know that the body she’d always been so proud of - easily her best feature, certainly above her looks or smarts or charm, a body that she’d poured years of hard work and dedication into training, that she’d honed through blood, sweat, and tears - was also so much fun to rape.

But she couldn’t stop herself from listening to Lyle. To hearing the lustful pants to his every breath, the way he’d softly groan in delight when he found something about her insides especially pleasing, the genuine excitement and eagerness in his tone. “How long do you think we can make this ride last, Lina? An hour? Two? I can’t wait to find out!”

According to him, the answer turned out to be three. Three hours of his monster cock stabbing her guts, Lyle’s thrusts hard and merciless. Three hours of her ponytail getting yanked and yanked and yanked, used to help him thrust so deep that his balls slapped wetly against her ruined twat. Three hours of Lina screaming until she was hoarse, while inside her head she cursed out every God she’d ever heard of and demanded they send help faster.

She moaned in relief when she finally felt him cum. She didn’t care if he’d think she’d given up. She didn’t even care if he’d be right. It was finally over. The way her gaping asshole throbbed and ached even after he pulled out would’ve been considered agony yesterday, but now she barely noticed.

The first spark of life didn’t return until he placed the new ‘4’ cum baggie in her mouth. The condom had an unfamiliar bitter taste to it, and it took her befuddled mind a moment to connect the dots. She was tasting her ass on it.

Lina squealed in disgust and fought its intrusion in a way she hadn’t since the first time, but it wasn’t enough. Like the rest, the shit covered condom ended up down her throat in the end. “I’m sure you’ll grow to love the taste,” Lyle said upon seeing her reaction. “That’s another popular game, licking all the filth off my cock. Pet, how does that one go again?”

At least he’s still leaving her alone so far. If nothing else, I’m helping to protect her from him. As Lina reminded herself of her larger priorities, Georgia was singing. “Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!” The brunette’s shears were already starting on her other pinky. *shunk* *sizzle*

“That’s the one.” He clapped his hands while Lina tried not to think about the fact that she was down to just eight untouched fingers, or how much the burnt stumps both hurt. “Now let’s get back in that ass!”

“D- don’t…” Lina stuttered, her voice sounding small and weak to her ears. “You can’t… I…” She struggled to think of a way to persuade him that wouldn’t just be her begging. I won’t beg. “If you leave my ass alone, I… I will allow you to use my… my cunt…”

That wasn’t begging. Even in her own head, she didn’t sound very convincing. It’s a trade. It’s just objective fact that he has most of the power right now. Acknowledging that isn’t giving up, it’s being smart about my options.

“It’s very generous of you to allow me into your dyke cunt,” Lyle said wryly, “but it will still be there when I get tired of your ass. I’ll be happy to tickle your cervix when the time comes.”.

“I…” Lina swallowed hard. She didn’t want to do this. Not for him. She’d rather die. But he wasn’t going to kill her, he was going to rape her ass, and she couldn’t go through that again. She just couldn’t. Calm down, This is just a negotiation. He rejected the first offer, and now you’re moving to the second. “I could… with my mouth…”

Lyle laughed. “Lina, I’m starting to think I’ve made a grave error. In less than a day, you’ve asked me to please rape your’untrained dyke cunt’, you complained when you thought your anal rape was over too quickly and painlessly, and now you’re already begging for a taste of my cock? Are you certain you’re a dyke? I understand sexuality can be hard to pin down.”

“I’m not begging!” Lina insisted fiercely. “I’m… I’m offering a trade. You leave my, my backside alone, and in exchange I will use my mouth to… to satisfy you.”

“I see,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “A trade. And what will you do if I refuse?”

Shit. “Then… I won’t cooperate,” Lina said with more confidence than she felt. “There are things that you want me to… to do to you with my mouth, aren’t there? You might be able to force your cock into me, but you can’t make me help you. That’s what I’m offering: cooperation.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever made a trade with a fucktoy before,” Lyle said. “But there is a first time for everything, isn’t there? Especially where you seem to be concerned… alright, why not? I won’t fuck your ass this time if you agree that I can fuck your throat instead. Deal?”

Lina hadn’t said anything about her throat, hadn’t even considered the possibility, and when she did it made her queasy, but she might actually be making progress with him. She knew that she had a better chance of sprouting wings and flying through the ceiling than convincing him to let her go or not touch her, but this was the first step in building… she hated to use the words relationship and Lyle Maccabee together in a sentence, but that’s what it was. If she could develop a relationship with him, get him to work with her even in the smallest of ways, she might be able to leverage that in the future. And if the alternative was to get ass raped from now until whenever the hell Teri finally broke down the door, she couldn’t afford to say no. “Deal.”

Lyle made a show of grasping her hogtied right hand and shaking it, making her wince as his grip crushed her mutilated pinky. “A pleasure. But before we continue, we’ll need to tend to something first…”

Lina grunted in pain as something penetrated her asshole. At first she thought he’d lied about not raping her back there again, and was ashamed how much panic that inspired, but the foreign intruder had the feeling of silicone, not latex, and stopped once it bottomed out inside of her instead of beginning to rape her bloody. Most of it was thinner than Lyle’s cock, but the last few inches were much thicker than the rest, fat enough to leave the thing firmly wedged inside her rectum despite the way it gaped.

“What the hell was that?!” she snarled, too surprised to think about wording the question in a less hostile way.

Lyle didn’t seem pay her tone any mind. “I have many kinks, but diapers and incontinence aren’t among them. A butt plug is necessary to keep you dykes from dribbling shit everywhere you go. So unless you’ve changed your mind about getting assfucked, your new best friend is there to stay.” He gave the plug’s base a fond pat. “You’ll thank me for him later. And while we’re at it, we’d better take care of your bladder before things go much further.”

Lina’s first thought was that she was about to get a bathroom break, which was a relief. Her attention had been too busy elsewhere to spare much for her bladder, but it was growing very insistent after all this time. She had a feeling the arrangements wouldn’t include her being left in peace to do her business with the door shut, but she would deal that when she came to it.

Her second thought was that he was shoving a goddamn toilet brush into her urethra.

“I’ve found pipe cleaners to be an easy and effective solution to dykes with small bladders,” Lyle said cheerfully as he pushed the stiff, bristly thing deeper into her piss hole while she gasped in pain. It burned as it moved through her, like it was scraping her insides raw. “There, all plugged up and ready for a good time!”

Lina’s instinct was curse him out for violating her body in this new way, but she just barely managed to hold her tongue. The knowledge that she was now physically unable to urinate made her feel like her bladder had shrunk to half size. What had been a merely irritating sensation was now a pressing need that made her pelvis twitch. “I need to go… relieve myself…” she said as evenly as she could, which meant her statement was more of a low growl than the furious shout she would have preferred.

“Maybe we’ll play that game later,” said Lyle, his tone indifferent to both her suffering and her anger. “Before that, you wanted to do some cock swallowing.”

Lina began to doubt the wisdom of her plan to keep him away from her ass when Lyle brought his prick up to her lips. From this angle, it seemed like a mile long and nearly as thick. She couldn’t picture it fitting in her mouth, let alone her throat… but it was too late now.

Besides, she hadn’t offered this trade for nothing. Lyle seemed very proud of his oversized cock, but it was still just soft flesh about to enter a mouth full of teeth, and he hadn’t bothered to put any sort of gag on her. Other women might have been too scared of the consequences to bite him, but she was going to chew that damn thing right off. He’d have a hard time raping her ass or anyone’s orifices again after that.

“You’ve made your preference for condoms quite clear,” Lyle said mockingly as he rubbed his raw tip against her lips, smearing precum on them like lipstick. “But it would be an injustice to deprive a dyke fucktoy, especially one as promising as yourself, of the opportunity to taste her master and guzzle his seed.”

Already feeling utterly disgusted about this situation, Lina opened her mouth to tell him exactly what the injustice was here. But as soon as her lips parted, Lyle took it as an invitation and pressed his cock against the opening. He was too big to fit more than the very tip through, but he kept pressing, forcing her lips to spread wide and accept more and more. The blonde tensed, waiting for the perfect moment to spring her trap.

“I truly am quite taken with you so far, Lina, and I think you probably have an excellent smile that I’d love to see someday, so I’m going to give you a warning.” Lina’s lips strained to accommodate his cockhead for several seconds, then something in her lip tore and she tasted blood, followed by the musky and unfamiliar taste of him as he slid in. “Many past fucktoys have had fantasies in the past about chewing my dick off. Unfortunately for them, it’s not quite that easy. A bite mark will hurt, perhaps even break the skin if you’ve got a strong jaw, and I’ll be quite unhappy, but that will be all, and then I’ll have to rip out all those teeth.”

Shame flared in Lina as she realized that he had already anticipated her plan. She was tempted to call his bluff and try it anyway, show him that she was no meek captive to be intimidated into obedience, but she’d seen the autopsy reports. At the time, the fact that a significant number of the corpses had been found without teeth had just seemed like another drop of grisly detail within an ocean, but now she knew what they meant.

I have to be smart about this. Get him to lower his guard, not to raise it. It’s good to be underestimated. The more he does, the more chances I’ll have to manipulate him. Despite all her rationalizations, Lina didn’t feel smart or manipulative as she did her best to cover her teeth with her lips and docilely let him sink into her. She just felt humiliated.

She coughed when he struck the entrance to her throat, and felt dread when she registered that he’d barely gotten any of the shaft in. It can’t be as bad as another anal rape, and I made it through that. I can make it through this. “Do you know,” Lyle asked as he grabbed the base of her ponytail, “while I’m listing some of your many positive qualities, I should mention that I also appreciate having a fucktoy with such a convenient handle.”

He yanked her head towards him while thrusting his hips, his cock fighting her throat for dominance. At first, the tight ring of muscle resisted entry, but like her other holes, not for long. His head popped into her throat, and the rest of him began to cram in after.

It hurt terribly, her abraded gullet beginning to burn like she’d swallowed a jar of hot sauce, but that turned out to be a secondary concern. If she hadn’t spent however many hours being raped, Lina would’ve had the forethought to anticipate that taking something so big like that would interfere with breathing. Instead, she was caught completely by surprise when she discovered that her airway had been completely plugged. She tried to pull back and take a breath, but Lyle’s grip on her ponytail wouldn’t let her.

“Don’t worry, pet,” he said, seeing her panic. “I hardly ever kill fucktoys this way anymore. Not by accident, anyway. Just relax and try to think of this as nap time.”

If the words were meant to make her feel better, they didn’t work. Lina continued frantically twisting her head from side to side to try and seize even the smallest bit of oxygen, while her head pounded and her vision grew dark. Her lungs pounded with a primal desperate need for air, and were utterly denied. No no no, not like this. She couldn’t even imagine a worse degradation, a more thorough conquest of her body, than to suffocate on his cock.

It was almost - almost - enough to make her feel regret for coming here. To wish that she had just stayed home and grieved for her wife and let Georgia be the one swallowing him right now.

The utter self loathing that accompanied that temptation followed her down into the blackness as she finally passed out. That and the sensation of his cock still pushing ever deeper.

When consciousness returned, his head was back at the entrance to her throat, allowing her to draw a thin trickle of oxygen from her nose. “See?” Lyle said as she greedily sucked it in, and began to push himself back in. “Just nap time. And thanks to your plugs, you didn’t even make a mess!”

Raw terror filled her as she realized she couldn’t breathe again, her lungs still aching from their last denial. Choking on his cock had been one of the most horrible experiences of her life; Lina knew in her bones that even if this ordeal ended right now, that moment would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life. She had been, however briefly, a lifeless husk skewered on his prick. Nothing but a disposable toy for making his cock feel good,

She silently begged for him to start fucking her throat instead of just plugging it. She knew it would hurt like hell and probably do permanent damage, and she didn’t fucking care. It would be better than suffocating again.

He finally bottomed out inside her, and she prayed that he’d pull back fast enough for to avoid the encroaching darkness. But he didn’t pull out fast, or slow. He didn’t move at all, seeming content to let his cock just sit there, stuffed in her throat.

And with abject horror, she realized that the asphyxiation wasn’t a side effect of what he was doing. It was the whole point. He had no interest in fucking her throat, only in choking her. As the darkness closed in for a second time, it came with a complete and overwhelming sense of despair. In this moment, Lyle owned her. She was his toy.

When she woke up the second time, she didn’t even get the mercy of a breath. His cock was already deep enough to cut off her air again. The fact that she was still alive meant she must have taken a breath while unconscious, but that did nothing to curb the desire to satisfy her lungs’ demand for oxygen.

“There, I think I have the rhythm down now,” said Lyle. “Now we both just relax and enjoy ourselves. I’ll have to cum eventually, but that’s hours away. In the meantime, your clenching throat is going to tease and tease and tease, just the way I like it.”

Lina had been partially right. This wasn’t as bad as the anal rape. It was far worse.

Completely at his mercy, she passed out again and again. Not once was she allowed even the tiny satisfaction of a single waking breath. Instead, the suffocation rolled over her like a wave, sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker, but always present. At any particular moment, she had no idea whether she was just waking up or about to pass out.

All of her existence shrank down to that smothering wave, barely able to remember who she was and what was going on. If Lyle had told her she was in hell, she would have thanked him. That would have been far better than the truth, that all this suffering was so that the man who’d kidnapped her wife could have a good orgasm.

Several lifetimes later, she woke to feel thick, warm slime cascading down her throat. It made her cough and gag, but she could breathe. Her head spun, so disoriented that she almost thanked Lyle for saving her from that torture with his cum.

“Ahhh, that hit the spot,” the ginger haired man said, pulling out and retrieving the condom he’d dropped. “Georgia?” *shunk* *sizzle* “Now back to your ass.”

Nooooooo. No, he can’t. He can’t just keep raping me and chopping bits off over and over. He has to stop. Someone has to make him stop.

“I think your new toy might finally be in the mood for some games, Master,” Georgia said quietly.

Lina didn’t remember what her wife was talking about first, but then the memory returned. The obscene song. The “game” that was just torture. She already ached so much, but… if he was hurting her like that, he wouldn’t be raping her. Would throwing away her dignity and inviting him to treat her like trash be worth just a few minutes where he wasn’t sticking his cock in her? A few more minutes before what was left of her last pinky was removed forever?

She hated that it felt like such an easy choice.

“My, um, my breasts, I mean my titties need some love, sir,” she stuttered, stumbling over both her imperfect recollection of the words and the humiliation of saying them. “Please… please… beat them black and blue… I want to, um, see my fun bags bounce and, uh, I hope you do too…”

“Not the most lilting song I’ve ever heard, but not bad for your first time,” Lyle said. “I agree, Lina, let’s take good care of those tits.” He rolled her onto her back, her bound limbs pinned beneath her, and used a knife to cut away the sports top.

Lina knew she shouldn’t feel embarrassed showing her bare breasts to a man who’d already had his dick in all of her holes, but she still found her cheeks turning red as he soaked in the sight of her and found it pleasing. “Not as big as your wife’s, but still nice and firm,” he said, rolling them around with his palms. “Yes, I think we can have plenty of fun hurting these.”

He raised his hand, and brought it down against her right breast with a sharp smack that left a glowing handprint and made her wince, her sensitive flesh jiggling. When he repeated the process on her left breast, she was prepared, but it still stung. “There, satisfied?” Lyle asked. When he saw Lina’s blank look, he added, “Do you want to keep playing, or back to the lovemaking?”

Frustration and humiliation warred inside her. She’d said… she’d said what he wanted, and it had gotten her, what, five seconds? He just wanted to degrade her, make her say lines he knew she loathed. It wasn’t fair!

Very little seemed to be fair right now.

“Please give my titties your love, sir,” she began.

“The first time was a freebie,” Lyle interrupted. “If you want to play a game, you need to sing, not speak. And Georgia, sweetheart, help her with the words.”

With her wife’s coaching, Lina tried again. “My titties need some love, sir, please beat them black and blue! I want to see my fun bags bounce, I hope that you do too!”

“Now she’s learning!” said a pleased Lyle, and slapped her breasts again. He went on longer this time, long enough for her chest to start feeling sore, but it was still far too soon when he stopped and looked at her expectantly.

She sighed. “My titties need some love, sir, please beat them black and blue! I want to see my fun bags bounce, I hope that you do too!”

More slaps, leaving her breasts growing red and feeling so sore that Lina had to fight not to make noise every time his hands connected.

“My titties need some love, sir, please beat them black and blue! I want to see my fun bags bounce, I hope that you do too!”

At some point, Lina realized that she’d begun squealing every after slap, a soft pained sound that made her feel like a prey animal. She told herself that she was stronger than this, that even though each fresh smack on her tenderized flesh felt like a branding iron by now, that was nothing compared to the pains she’d already endured more stoically. Except… that wasn’t actually true. Her pussy still felt like her cervix had been used as a punching bag. Her ass still felt like it had been ripped open. Her throat felt like it had been rubbed raw. Taken separately, none of her aches were as bad as any of her past experiences, but all together, she was already at the limits of her pain tolerance.

But it was still better than being raped. A million times better. Lina imagined how much worse it would feel now to have him inside her, with all these extra pains, and shuddered. She’d let him beat her tits until they fell off if it meant avoiding that, and next time he paused, she didn’t hesitate to belt out the words. “My titties need some love, sir, please beat them black and blue! I want to see my fun bags bounce, I hope that you do too!”

Lyle shook his head. “No, I think I’m satisfied.”

“B-but…” said a panicked Lina. “Can’t I, I mean, aren’t there any other games I could…?”

“You know one of the things I like about your wife?” Lyle asked instead of answering. “Her politeness. I’ve always liked fucktoys who don’t forget the proper titles.”

The blonde’s face flushed, but after what she’d just been up to, this was not the hill to die on. “Muh, M-Master,” she said, the unfamiliar word clumsy in her mouth. “Aren’t there any other games we could play?”

“Oh, dozens of them, but I think there’s only one other I might be interested in now. Georgia, teach her the rimming game.”

Lina’s wife nodded. “Yes, Master. Please let me rim your ass, sir, please let me tongue your balls! This dyke fucktoy can’t get enough, she wants to taste it all!”

Revulsion filled Lina. After everything he’d already done, he expected her to… and her wife hadn’t hesitated. She’d known the words by heart, just like all the others. How many times in the last three years had she desperately begged him with disgusting rhymes like these? How many times had he made her follow through? “No,” she snarled, before she could convince herself not to. She knew this was a mistake, but it felt so right, like a weight suddenly lifted from her chest. “You know what? Fuck you, and fuck your games. I’m not your goddamned toy.”

“Fair enough,” Lyle said cheerfully. “Fuck me it is.”

Any doubts about her decision vanished when he yanked her anal plug out and, with no preamble, jammed the thing into her mouth before she could stop him, shoving it deep enough to bury the front down her throat and leave her mouth bulging around the stopper portion near the base. When her attempts to spit it out failed, Lina tried to push it out with her tongue, and recoiled at the taste. God fucking damn it! Why does this sick fuck keep making me taste my own asshole?!

No. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you! She’d tried negotiation, she’d tried cooperation, and all they’d gotten her was a stomach full of Lyle Maccabee’s cum, breasts that felt like they were about to burst, and now a dirty butt plug stuffed in her mouth. She was done following his lead. No more playing his games, no more meekly behaving like a cheap whore for his amusement. He was going to do whatever he wanted anyway, so she might as well just hold firm and not give him an ounce of satisfaction. She swore that from now until Teri showed up, which had to be soon, she would give him nothing. She wouldn’t show any reactions, wouldn’t respond to his words. He could still rape her, but he’d be raping a statute.

Her ironclad determination lasted while he rolled her back onto her stomach, all the way until he gripped her ponytail. She’d do anything to rip that hair tie off. It was that too familiar grip, paired with his cock kissing her still gaping anal ring, that brought reality crashing in and replaced her anger with regret. Oh god, what have I done? “Please!” she gasped around the plug.

Oh God I can’t let him do this. She already hurt so much more now than she had when the previous anal rape began. Her beaten breasts were killing her, her cunt muscles were growing stiffer and sorer with every minute as the exercise forced on them by the cervix punches caught up to her, she still couldn’t take in a full deep breath without coughing on the cum plastering her scratchy throat… And her ass, her raw, gaping ass. Three minutes of his fat cock churning up her bowels again, on top of the damage it had already done, would be enough to drive her insane. Three hours… No. No. He can’t. He can’t.

“Please what?” Lyle asked calmly.

It’s not enough to say it, sing it. “Please l-let me rim your ass sir, please… let me tongue your balls! This dyke fucktoy can’t get enough, she wants to taste it all!” Please please please, let me.

There was a long moment of silence. Everything had come out garbled around the shaft fill her mouth and throat, but he seemed to have had no trouble understanding. It was a disquieting thought that he probably had decades of experience listening to women beg him while this very plug was stuffed down their throats. “Sure, why not?” Lyle said finally. Oh thank God, oh thank- “Right after I make love to those guts for a while.”

Lina started shrieking before he was even inside her.

Hours later, she was on her back again, her asshole plugged once more. Her stoppered bladder was screaming. Lyle was sitting on her face, positioned so her tongue could reach both his anus and scrotum. His balls had a foul musk, and carried the pungent tastes of sweat and urine. His asshole both smelled and tasted worse. While Lina did her best to lap at both targets like they were a delicious snack, Lyle idly played with her red and aching tits, squeezing and poking and pinching. Occasionally he’d ask her if she minded being groped like this, and she’d meekly answer “No, Master” before returning to her tonguing duties.

He’d raped her ass twice before he was willing to change gears. Both pinkies gone now, and the tip of her left middle finger. Used condoms ‘5’ and ‘6’ sitting in her stomach. She’d spent most of the first rape begging him to beat her tits or let her rim him, screaming out both songs. She’d spent the second begging him to think of something he might enjoy that didn’t involve his cock ruining her guts. She’d promised that she do absolutely anything, help him enjoy any sexual fantasy he’d ever dreamed of, no matter how painful or degrading, and she’d meant it.

His only response had been to laugh at one point and tell her that they had all the time in the world to do those things together.

“I think we should pierce these firm globes of yours very soon, definitely within the first month,” Lyle mused as he pinched her nipples. He’d still never raised his voice, never expressed anger or unhappiness. Right now he sounded like a kid on Christmas morning excitedly going over his presents. “Two rings here offer so many fun positions for us to try. And these soft little buds are perfect for it; you’re going to hate when they tugged on, I promise. How do you feel about being suspended by your tits while I pound your cunt? Doesn’t that sound perfect?”

Lina shuddered. “Yes, Master.”

Since she’d woken up here, Lyle Maccabee had made almost every moment a miserable experience, and as Lina rewarded him for it by softly tongue washing his scrotum and asshole, dark thoughts pressed in that refused to be ignored. Back at the beginning, it had been so easy to say that she’d be willing to trade her life and happiness in the service of others. That just seeing and talking to her wife again would outweigh anything Lyle could do. It had been so much easier to believe that when she had no true idea what he was capable of.

This might really be her life now.. No rescue, no revenge, just months or years trapped with a sadist. When she’d imagined this fate before, she’d seen it as a heroic sacrifice, a blaze of glory that would be over in an instant. Lina now had a better understanding of what this could really be like, how terrible and everlasting it could be. While all the rapes she’d endured felt like they’d encompassed weeks, she hadn’t seen Lyle sleep or eat yet, so she was pretty sure that she couldn’t have been here for more than twenty four hours. Just a single year with Lyle would mean over three hundred days like today. She imagined now what that would be like, and it made her want to gibber in terror.

Teri could be still be on the way. Was probably on the way. Had to be on the way. She’d warned that it would take multiple days, which meant even if everything was going perfectly according to plan, it could still be a long, long time before she showed up. It wasn’t that Lina doubted that Teri would make it - her friend was always reliable when it counted, and Lyle hadn’t found the tracker yet and never would if he kept her leggings on - it was that she didn’t know how much would be left of her by the time Teri did.

To Lina, that meant one thing: she was going to have to save herself. It wasn’t a brave thought, or a heroic one. It was the panic of a wild animal caught in a bear trap.

There were other, even darker thoughts whispering in her ear. Georgia had been spared all day because of Lina, and the blonde was glad about that, she really was… but deep down, she couldn’t crush a lingering spark of resentment. Her wife could have tried harder to volunteer herself and share the burden, could have done a better job warning Lina of the pitfalls that the blonde had run into face first. A vile, selfish part of her kept thinking that for Lina, this had been the most traumatic day of her life, but if Georgia had been the one to suffer…it would have been just another day. She’d already been through over a thousand of them; by now, could this one have possibly crushed her the way it had Lina? Shouldn’t Georgia have been the one to protect her, instead of the other way around? Wasn’t Georgia the one who was already broken and might as well be…

Lina did her best to banish those thoughts every time they popped up, hating herself for even being capable of having them. No. That was the red line she absolutely would not cross. She was well aware that Lyle was successfully breaking her spirit, that in time she’d be just another of his obedient fucktoys. But she’d done all of this for Georgia. Even if something had gone wrong on Teri’s end and this plan proved to be a total failure, even if Lina’s sacrifice ultimately did nothing whatsoever to help her wife, at least Lina could pray that she hadn’t made Georgia’s suffering worse. If she ever reached that point, if she ever became just another ordeal fior the woman who’d already suffered through three years’ worth… she’d deserve to end up with Lyle.

“Well, I think my taint has been thoroughly spitshined,” Lyle said eventually. Lina almost whimpered when he stood up and his groin was no longer in reach of her tongue. She’d been hoping he’d keep her at it for longer, much longer. “Fancy a roll in the hay, or would you like to try out some of those new games you learned?”

On Lyle’s orders, Georgia had spent a good chunk of the rimming session whispering to Lina, passing along the obscene requests that might give her temporary relief from his cock. She’d assumed that Lyle had been the one to create all of them, but to her surprise it had been his own victims. Some poor nameless girl years ago had tried singing her pleas for mercy in a desperate attempt to charm Lyle into not raping her, and he’d been so amused that he’d agreed. For a little while. Since then, each new girl was taught by her predecessor. Each would eventually add ones of her own making to the collection, more ways that Lyle’s victims could humiliate and torture themselves to earn the briefest of respites. All together, they were like a sick living memory of all the people he had tormented, their submission and degradation passed on from woman to woman.

Lina wondered how many games Rachel Smith had come up with.

Georgia had taught her many games. Most were absurd, many disgusting, and some so awful that Lina couldn’t imagine ever daring to say them out loud. The blonde had listened closely to all of them, doing her best to memorize them as though they were divine commandments. In a way, they were. Lyle controlled what she said, what she did, even whether she lived or died. In this nightmare world she now lived, he was her god.

Lina cleared her throat, trying not to think about Rachel, or about the awful tastes still in her mouth, “Games, please, Master.”

She clenched what was left of her fists as Lyle grinned at her. You haven’t won yet, bastard.

And the rest of her life began.