Bondage / BDSM

JASTROW’S TOY Part 2

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior.

Part 2

Catherine Hobbs was led to a tiny cell, barely larger than a closet and ordered inside. But for a thin mat on the floor and an open drain hole, the cell was empty. The walls were rough concrete with ventilation grills on two of the walls. A bare light bulb in a wire cage was centered in the ceiling. The only other item in the cell was a camera mounted near the ceiling. A red light indicated the camera was on and as she moved across the tiny cell, the camera followed her every action. The door to the cell slammed shut and she heard the cylinder turning in the lock. The light was switched off leaving her in total darkness. Catherine collapsed into the corner of the cell and began to sob softly. She could feel a raw chaffing soreness on her wrists and ankles where she had struggled against her bonds and her cunt ached and was tender as a result of the crude and painful probing by the speculum during the pelvic examination. Still, she knew, what she had experienced today–the shame and the degrading violation, was but a brief foretaste of what awaited her when Jastrow came.

She thought of poor Jessica Reynolds and felt more frightened and alone than she had ever felt before. She quickly lost track of time. This was deliberate tactic on the part of her captors. Jastrow had told her he would come in the morning. In fact, he intended to leave her alone in the cell for two full days and nights–allowing her terror to mount and build with each passing second. To further disorient her, the light in her cell was programmed to come on at random intervals. Each time it did, Catherine’s body would tense with dread and frightened anticipation and her heart would race as she waited for the cell door to momentarily open knowing that Jastrow would be there and that her torment was about to begin in earnest. It was almost a crueler torment when nothing happened.

In a little while the light would turn off leaving her alone in the darkness once more. They played tricks on her with the temperature of the cell, as well. At times the temperature in the cell was slowly raised until the tiny cell became stiflingly hot and stuffy. Sweat would stream off of her body soaking her thin gown. Then, equally quickly, the temperature in the cell would be lowered. Soon she would be shivering from the cold, hugging her body to preserve its warmth–her teeth chattering. Through it all, a vile fetid stench of raw sewage would emanate from the open drain hole. It only added to her misery. Eventually she needed to relieve herself. As modestly as she could, she squatted down and positioned herself over the drain hole. Just as the amber fluid began to trickle from her pee hole, the light in the cell flashed on and the narrow metal slot on the door opened. She saw a pair of eyes watching her intently as she performed this intimate act. Blushing with shame, another thread of her dignity was ripped from her. As the hours slowly passed, Catherine grew more exhausted. Finally she drifted into an uneasy sleep. After but a few brief moments of sleep, she would snap into wakefulness in pure terror, frightened and totally disoriented. To say that she was troubled by nightmares would be a vast understatement….

***** The sound of a door being opened jolted Catherine awake. Trembling with fear, she soon realized the sound was coming from the ventilation grill and she was hearing what was going on in the adjoining room. The sounds terrified her…. The first sound she heard was that of a woman’s voice. She could hear the fear and terror in the voice. “No…Not there. Don’t take be back there! Not again…Please…I beg you!!!!” the woman sobbed. “Shut up, bitch.” a man’s voice answered. She heard the sharp sound of a hand slapping naked flesh and heard the woman cry out in pain. “Jimmy, tie the cunt over the bench–face down….” There was the muffled sound of movement in the other room–the woman continuing to plead softly, pitifully. The man spoke again. “Oh, Cindy, that little ass of yours looks terrific–almost an like an engraved invitation to buggery. I’ll just have to try it again…” The woman screamed. “No!!! No…You’re too big…. You’ll tear me apart….” Catherine could hear the panicked desperation in the woman’s voice. “L…Let me…suck you….f..fuck my pussy…anything…but not that… not again….” “Sorry, bitch. I can’t help myself……” “No..no…don’t..” she whimpered. “….N…..n..no…no, please.

…..n…….no…….AAAAAAAAAARGGGH!!!!!!” “God, her asshole’s tight,” the man said, his voice raised to be heard over the deafening sounds of the woman’s screams. In her cell, Catherine listened the brutal sounds of the poor woman being raped and sodomized next door. She couldn’t help but wonder who she was and felt a sense of profound helplessness at her inability to offer any aid or assistance. Another man’s voice was heard, “Here, bitch. suck on this while he fucks your shithole…. It will take your mind off of it…” In her mind, Catherine could see it all–the poor woman tied naked over a bench while the two men perversely used her defenseless body for their vile pleasure. She heard everything. From their grunts of pleasure, she could tell the precise moment when the men came. In her mind she could almost see the sticky cum oozing from the swollen and distended opening of this unknown women’s anus and spattered all over her tear streaked face and lips….. For a few moments the only sounds in the room were the low sobs of shame and misery from the unseen woman… The man spoke again. “Alright, Cindy. Play time is over… now its back to work. You remember this whip? The one with the little metal barbs in it? You said it hurt so much when I used it on you last time. Well, I’m going to use it on you today since you enjoyed it so much before. On your back and ass first–then those pretty titties of yours. Then to finish things off, right up between your legs–right on your sweet little cunt….” “NOOO!!!!” the woman screamed frantically. As if to answer her protest, Catherine heard a whizzing sound–the cracking sound of the whip was answered by the woman’s almost animalistic cry of anguish. Catherine heard it all–every crack of the whip–every shriek of agony. In the darkness of her cell, she covered her ears with her hands in a desperate attempt to block out the terrible sounds. After one brutal flurry of blows and shrieks, the woman suddenly fell silent. “She passed out, Jimmy,” one of the men said. “Get the smelling salts,” the other man said. “When she starts to come to, the cattle should really wake her up. Especially when I put it here–right on her clit.” Catherine heard the woman moan as she was awakened. Then she heard a buzzing sound followed by a terrible shriek of pain. “Goddamn bitch! She just shit herself!” The other man spoke coldly. “Untie her.” “Listen, Cindy-cunt, you’re going to clean up that mess on the floor and you’re going to use that pretty mouth of yours to do so,” the man hissed. “Let me warn you, however, if you’re foolish enough to vomit it up while you’re doing so, I’ll make you lick that up as well. Then when you’re finished, I’ll punish you worse than you can possibly imagine. Jastrow has some new things he’d love to try out on your worthless body….” “No! Not him, I beg you! Anything but that… L….Look…Look…I’m doing it….” Catherine heard the men laughing uproariously and heard the woman gagging and choking as she carried out this degrading command. One of the men spoke. “Thirsty, bitch? Open your mouth and we’ll give you something to wash it down….” In her mind Catherine could see almost see what the men were doing to the poor woman–the degrading scene clearly etched in her mind. She could see the golden streams of the men’s fresh warm urine flowing from their cocks directly into her mouth. How could they do that to another human being? Soon the men resumed the whipping. The woman’s voice grew hoarse from her screams of pain. It went on…and on…and on….and on… Finally, they stopped. Catherine could hear the steady low moans of a woman in extreme agony. Soon they began a torment of a different sort… Once again, Catherine heard the unmistakable sounds of the woman being raped. Only now it wasn’t just the two men who had whipped her. Others entered the cell and, one by one, they raped the woman–sometimes singly, sometimes in groups. Catherine found herself praying for mercy for this unknown victim. It went on for hours–although by this time Catherine’s sense of time was utterly gone–then it stopped. She listened intently–her ears straining for a sound. The only thing she heard was the rhythmic sound of her own breathing in the tiny cell. In a sense, the stillness was more terrifying for her. While it had been going on, Catherine could focus her mind on the other woman’s torment and suffering–as terrible as it had been. Now her thoughts again turned to her own situation–to what awaited her–when Jastrow came for her…. With a mounting sense of dread, she knew that the time of his arrival was drawing near.

***** “Well, Miss Hobbs. Are you ready to answer some questions?” Her eyes flew open and, to her dismay, Nathan Jastrow was standing in her cell- -two black clad men flanking him. Utterly exhausted, she had apparently fallen asleep and had not heard him enter the cell. The sight of him suddenly standing before filled her with terror and a tiny stream of liquid leaked from her piss slit wetting her inner thighs.. “Take her down to room 13B,” Jastrow ordered The men grabbed her by her arms and pulled her to her feet. She was led from the cell–her heart racing with terror. Finally they reached room 13B. Jastrow unlocked the door. In her imagination, Catherine had visualized this room as some kind of medieval chamber with dank stone walls, lit by flickering torch light. The reality was quite different–but no less chilling. The room resembled a modern surgical amphitheater with glistening chrome features and bright florescent lights. Indeed a portion of the room featured tiered seating so visitors could have an unobstructed view of the procedures taking place in the center of the room. The walls and floors were tiled (‘For easy cleaning?” she thought to herself) It was only by looking closely that one could see some of the other features that distinguished this room from a normal surgical operating room. Thick leather straps were attached to the operating table–designed to hold the victim firmly in place. Rings were set into the floor and ceiling at various points to permit the victim to be tied spread eagle. And while there were various modern machines designed to monitor a victim’s vital signs, there was none of the usual equipment designed to administer anesthetics or other painkillers.

The purpose of this room was far different. Catherine looked to one corner of the room and began to tremble. Hanging on hooks on the walls and on various shelves was a frightening array of instruments designed solely to produce pain–great pain…. Suddenly the reality of what was about to happen to her sunk in. Catherine began to struggle wildly, trying desperately to escape. It was a futile effort. In just a few moments, the men quickly tied Catherine to the floor and ceiling rings leaving her body completely splayed open. The skimpy gown she was wearing was pulled upwards by the position leaving her shaved cunt and naked bottom fully exposed. She looked frantically around the room. About ten men had assembled in the room to watch and assist in Catherine’s interrogation. Surely there was someone here who would stop this madness and come to her rescue. The look of hungry anticipation on the faces of the men in the room quickly dashed that hope. Her heart was pounding in her chest–her eyes wide with terror–as she watched Jastrow step before her. There was a smug smile on his face. “Miss Catherine Hobbs! How nice to see you again….” His hand reached down between her spread thighs to her slit and brazenly began to fondle her exposed cunt. “No…..Don’t…..” Catherine whimpered. She turned her head away in shame– totally helpless to prevent this indecent caress. He said nothing but merely continued to lewdly stroke and tease the most private and sensitive flesh of her genitals. He was surprisingly gentle–skillful even–in his ability to produce intensely pleasurable sensations. Catherine tried to resist this unwanted stimulation, but could not. With a blush of shame, she felt her pussy begin to fill with involuntary wetness and her clit became engorged under his touch. He was pleased with her response….but, of course, he did not let her cum… Suddenly he reached up, grabbed the neck of her skimpy gown, and with a single jerk, ripped it from her trembling body. Catherine Hobbs was now totally nude. He looked at her appreciatively. “When you were making your closing argument in my trial, Miss Hobbs, I thought of having you like this. Every night alone in my cell while I was imprisoned, I thought of what I would do to you–the games we would play–when you were mine. Now I have you….” Catherine mustered all of her courage and spoke, “Y…You …..”

He cut her off by suddenly slapping her smartly across the face. Then, his manner changed instantly. His hands began to gently caress her tear-streaked face– soothing, comforting her. Then his hands moved lower… She stiffened as his hands found the lush orbs of her breasts. With surprising tenderness, his fingers played lightly over the sensitive flesh. Using just the tips of his fingers, he slowly teased and circled the pale pink circles of flesh that ringed her nipples. The flesh tightened with arousal. Soon his fingers began lightly pinching the erect balls of flesh–slowly rolling them between his fingers. His touch was gentle and she felt another ripple of unwanted pleasure in her lower belly. Then he tightened his grip–slowly at first–but then with ever-increasing pressure. Tighter…tighter, still. Catherine winced as her tender nipples were painfully crushed between his fingers. He began to pull on them–twisting–yanking on them as if he intended to forcibly rip them from her breasts. She screamed in pain. Soon he was using all of his strength to twist and jerk on her tender nubbins–shaking them viciously like a dog with a rag toy– hurting them terribly. Suddenly he released his grasp. The pain as the blood raced back into her nipples was almost as bad as the actual torment had been. Giving her just a brief moment to savor the pain, Jastrow began to brutally slap her breasts. Delighting in the sound of his hand slapping the sensitive orbs, he enjoyed the sight of them dancing side to side under the fury of his blows. Jastrow flailed at her breasts with his hands. Soon she was shrieking with pain. Abruptly, he stopped. Tears were streaming down Catherine’s cheeks. Without warning, Jastrow formed the four fingers of his right hand into a cone and drove them deep into her dry, unready cunt. Catherine screamed in pain at this violation. After a few minutes of crudely frigging the lovely young lawyer’s twat, Jastrow stopped. He wiped the sticky wetness that had collected on his fingers on her still-tender breasts and stepped away. Catherine hung weakly in her bond. She had experienced the first small taste of the pain Nathan Jastrow was capable of delivering. She knew it wouldn’t be the last…. Jastrow stepped back to her and spoke coldly, “Catherine Hobbs, serious allegations have been made against you. We have received reports that you are a member of a secret, illegal terrorist cell dedicated to the overthrow of the government. We intend to get to the bottom of this matter. You will tell me the details of this ring or things will go very hard on you…” She looked at him blankly. The charge was absurd. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about…” she whispered. How could she? It was a complete sham–something invented by Nathan Jastrow to provide a pretext to torture and abuse the helpless young woman. Despite the fact that it was a complete fabrication, he knew that in a few hours (short and pleasurable for him, but very long and painful for her) she would confess to all her ‘crimes’. “Good,” he said. “I hoped that’s what you would say. It will make my job all that much more enjoyable….” He checked to make certain that the video camera was operating correctly and then began…

***** He started the torture session with a special device of his own design. It was a tiny metal rod with a small heating element in one end. Once turned on, the device became very hot. When it was applied to the naked skin of one of his victims, the sensation was not unlike that of being burned with the glowing end of a lit cigarette. The device was, however, carefully calibrated so the temperature was hot enough to be extremely unpleasant but not hot enough to permanently burn or disfigure the victim. It meant it could be used almost indefinitely–that the probe could be held against a particularly sensitive, nerve-laden area of her flesh without permanent damage. Pain, yes, however…and a good deal of it. And Jastrow knew all the sensitive spots on a woman’s body to touch with his device. Catherine’s shrieks of anguish echoed off the tile-clad walls of room 13B. After two hours of this torture, Catherine Hobbs passed out for the . She was quickly re-awakened and Jastrow ordered an IV to be administered. The IV was laced with stimulants to keep her alert and conscious during the remainder of the torture and contained fluids and nutrients to give her strength (she had not been fed since her arrest two days earlier). Four hours into the torture session, Jastrow paused for a rest. The sights and sounds of Catherine’s torment had aroused him tremendously and he could wait no longer. She was untied and dragged to the table where she was quickly tied in a spread-open position. Jastrow raped her then–long and hard. As he thrust repeatedly into her, he listened to her cries of protest , looked down at her anguished and degraded face, and smiled. How he’d waited for this day! He quickened his pace, knowing the head of his cock was painfully battering her tender cervix. He fucked her even harder. Finally he could hold back no longer. His body stiffened and a glorious eruption of scalding hot cum exploded from his cock to wash over poor Catherine Hobb’s battered womb. She lay on the bench sobbing in misery as Jastrow motioned to the other men in the room to form a line. Then they all raped her–one by one–each enjoying adding to her violation and degradation. As the men continued their rape of the young woman, Catherine slipped into a haze of pain and suffering.

The men at the end of the line decided that they needed to utilize something special to make certain that their rape of the young woman was as unpleasant as the earlier rapes had been for her. To accomplish this, they put on special girth enhancer cock sleeves that were adorned with tiny outward facing needles. Catherine’s screams of anguish provided ample testimony to the effectiveness of these devices. When the last man was finished, Catherine was pulled to her feet and dragged back to the center of the room and then re-tied in the “x” position she had occupied earlier. Gobs of fresh cum tinged pink with blood from her ravaged cunt dribbled from the opening. Jastrow resumed his torture of the young woman–this time using heated needles. Two hours later, Jastrow paused again. Close to fifty needles had been thrust into each of Catherine’s breasts and nipples. Her pierced breasts looked like an exotic species of cacti. She was untied again and dragged back to the bench. This time she was to bend over the edge of it as her legs were pulled widely apart. Her arms were pull outwards and tied off. Then a rope was tied around her neck and pulled downward. This, of course, caused her needle-laced breasts to come in contact with the top of the bench. She pulled back frantically to avoid this pain, arching her back upwards and thrusting her ass back. It was her tempting ass that now interested Nathan Jastrow. He gripped her lush bottomcheeks and yanked them apart. Catherine knew instantly what was about to happen but was helpless to do anything about it. If she pulled forward, the needles in her breasts dug painfully into her tit-meat. She could only thrust her ass back towards her tormentor and wait for what was about to happen. When she felt the thick head of his cock at the tiny ring of her anus, she began to buck madly, shrieking, “NO!!!! Not there!!!! Please, I beg!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!!” The sounds of her pleas for mercy were like music to his ears and he responded by working his thick shaft even deeper into the tight, dry channel of her butthole. She pulled forward once again only to be stopped by the pain of the needles in her breasts. She shrieked in pain as he thrust even deeper. After a long and brutal assfuck, Jastrow came with a satisfied grunt of pleasure. Catherine’s face was a mask of suffering as he pulled out of her tortured asshole. She was shaking with pain and humiliation. Then, as before, the men formed a line to take their turns sodomizing the girl. They delighted in pushing her chest down onto the bench, painfully driving the needles that protruded from her breasts deeper into her tit- flesh. The order was reversed this time. The men who had fucked her pussy first, this time were at the end of the line while those who had earlier brought up the rear got first shot at the girl’s ass. Of course the cock girth enhancers were use as before. A nearly exhausted Catherine Hobbs was again pulled to the center of the room and retied so the session could resume. She was nearly out of it with the pain from her long ordeal. Jastrow knew he would have to be especially imaginative if his torments were to be effective. He accomplished this by attaching various electrical leads to the needles that protruded from her throbbing breasts. He was able to direct the current through her breasts and nipples in an almost unending variety of ways. Catherine was praying for her death…. Finally, after an additional two hours of this torment, Catherine Hobbs ‘confessed’ to her crimes. With a trembling hand, she signed the confession document that Jastrow had earlier prepared. Anything…she’d do anything to stop the pain. Jastrow smiled as he looked down at the degraded beauty whose lovely body was literally quivering with pain. “There’s just one more thing, Catherine….I want the names of the other young women in your terrorist cell…” Catherine looked up, totally bewildered by his command. Then it sunk it–he wanted her to betray other innocent women so they could be brought here and made to endure these same torments. Despite her terrible ordeal, her resolve stiffened and she refused. She wouldn’t…she couldn’t condemn another woman to this Hell…. Jastrow merely smiled and resumed his torture of the young lawyer. It took only forty-five more minutes before she began naming names–friends, co-workers, relatives, even mere acquaintances–anything…anything to end her suffering. When she was finished, Jastrow untied her. She collapsed to her knees, sobbing pitifully from her ordeal. He spoke to her, “Alright cunt, very good. Before we stop for the night, there’s just one more thing I want you to do. You’re going to suck all of our cocks now. Do a good job and when you’re done, you’ll be taken back to your cell to rest.” He thrust his swollen organ to her lips and hissed, “Suck it, bitch….” Totally defeated, she began this final degrading task. By the time the last man was finished, cum covered the young woman’s face and hung down from the corners of her mouth to her tormented breasts in thick ropey strands. She’d been totally broken by her ordeal and continued to pray silently for deliverance that she knew would not come. Jastrow spoke to her. “Now that you’ve confessed, my little cunt, we can begin your actual punishment. This facility serves many functions, Catherine. In addition to an interrogation center, it also serves as a recreational facility for members of the ISF.

You’ll spend a good deal of your time here providing those recreational service. We devote a good deal of energies her to developing and testing the effectiveness of new interrogation techniques. You’ll also spend a good deal of your time telling us from first hand experience just how effective those techniques can be. Don’t hope for a quick end to your suffering, however. I intend to keep you here with us, Catherine, for a very, very long time….” With those chilling thoughts echoing in her head, Catherine Hobbs was taken back to her tiny cell. In her absence, a small television had been mounted on the wall of the cell. It play a looped videotape of the session she had just endured. The guards pushed her into the cell and she collapsed in exhaustion. Before he left, however, he had one additional degradation in mind for the young lawyer. He opened his trousers, took out his cock, and gleefully proceeded to piss all over the battered body and face of the sobbing Miss Catherine Hobbs. She wanted to turn away–to escape this degradation–but she was just too exhausted by her ordeal. She could only lay there in misery as the warm, amber fluid rained down on her battered body. When he was finished, he turned of the light and locked her in for the night. Laying in a pool of stinking urine, her only company was the videotaped image of her earlier torment.

***** They let her sleep for only a few brief hours and then came again for her in the middle of the night. She was jerked into wakefulness and dragged from her cell to an adjoining room and there raped repeatedly by a group of six men. They wanted to teach her the lesson that she could never escape them–even in her dreams they would be there–ready to rape and despoil her body whenever they wished.

End Part 2…To be continued

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