Guilty Conscience (Closed)

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Murder, that is such an ugly word." Carmine states in a low voice. Noting her behavior, she moved away, but did not stop him.And after she had poked his shoulder. Carmine get the message. And the drumming of her fingers came in loud and clear. Her face is flushed and her breathing uneven.

"You want the whole story? You gotta ride the pony!" He states quite plainly. He traces his finger. now joined by a second finger further up her leg to her thigh. Her red laced panties came in to view. " Ah the scarlet lady, I see." He slowly slide his two fingers against the smooth silk. " Lets see if she's wet yet? Shall we?"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

"Well maybe the pony needs to stop being a fucking tease."

Jeanette's silly drunken babbling slowly came to a stop when she heard Carmine comment on the type of underwear that she was wearing. She had not realized just how far he had pulled her skirt up.

"Lets see if she's wet yet? Shall we?"

Almost right away, Jeanette wanted to close her legs shut. It wasn't because she wanted to refuse his advances. Anything to finally get Carmine talking about the case and stop stalling was good enough for her. It was for the simple reason on wanting to hide how he really made her feel the moment he started playing his games in her office.

Jeanette never got the chance to close her legs shut as Carmine's fingers found its way between her legs. She felt him rubbing and lightly poking at the silk covered crotch area, making her arousal more evident and undeniable.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

fucking tease

Well maybe the pony needs to stop being a fucking tease." Carmine stiffened for a second then smiles rather crudely. He continues to rub her silky red panties. "You know, I was planning to give you a tour of our historic sites tomorrow." He withdraws his fingers from her wet panties and digs into his shirt pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He swishes his finger around on the phone surface. Then starts to speaking into it.

"It seems our guest is interested in getting to know us better. Bring over one of the gurneys. She says I'm a tease. That's right. Oh she wants to know more about Livingston. " Carmine returns his gaze upon Jeanette's body. "Some how this setting doesn't set the right mood. Here you are all cramped up in this small guest bed. Your pussy is wet and it wants attention. " He turns as he hears the front door open. Shortly, two men wheel in a metal gurney.

"We are going to give you." he pauses as the two men lift Jeanette's body on to the gurney and strap her down. He leans over and whispers into her ear. " Like I said, I'm going to take you." He pause as he reflects on the entendre. He smiles to himself, then continues. " I'm going to take you for a tour, I know a place here on the grounds where you can stretch out. And we will let you in on a little secret about Livingston."

The two men push the gurney out the front door and into the night. The cool breeze sweeps over the four of them. Then Carmine stops the gurney. He reaches under Jeanette's skirt to her red panties and rubs the soft silky softness. He withdraws his fingers and gives them a sniff. He smiles and looks at her. " Don't worry dear you will not have them on for much longer then we will find out if the pony is a tease." He looks at the men. " Ok lets take her to the Doctor Glen's hospital!"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Jeanette's attempts at trying to evade Carmine's caresses didn't improve much on the situation. Even when she tried to close her legs or move a little to the side, his fingers still found a way to press up against the crotch of her panties. Just as he elicited a soft moan out of her, he pulled away from her and took off his phone, leaving Jeanette panting.

Though the alcohol was well in her system and that she was somewhat enough of what was going around her, she was still loosened up; a far cry from the wound up woman Carmine met hours ago. Something about the way he spoke to her and his bluntness about how aroused she was only made her head an open vessel of what Carmine had in store for her in this room.

Before she knew it, two men entered the guest house wheeling a metal gurney along with them. They picked up a startled Jeanette and placed her flat on the hard surface. One of them held her down while another strapped her on to the gurney, ensuring that she wouldn't escape or fall off as they wheeled her outside. As Jeanette went to reach for the straps, both of her hands would not reach out all the way. From what she could see from the corner of her eye, she saw that both of her wrists have been strapped to the side as well.

All she can do was watch the starry night sky above her. The two men who wheeled the gurney were more of shadows as she could not tell any of their features they had aside from being taller than her.

The gurney suddenly stopped. Scenarios of many kinds from merely leaving here in the middle of who knows where to a worst case scene where they may be on the edge of a high drop.

Carmine's whispers traveled in Jeanette's ear, sending a cool shock all over her body. She felt his fingers travel under her skirt once more, rubbing up between her legs. Just like earlier, as fast and sudden those fingers found their way underneath, so too it disappeared, leaving Jeanette with a lustful craving that was gradually building.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Dr. Burgus Glen Hospital

Carmine stops the gurney just short of the front door. He lifts Jeanette's skirt hem to her waist exposing her panties to his view and the night air. He slides his hand between her legs rubbing her soft silkiness. While he rubs her he continues his story.

"Shortly we will be entering the hospital. I wanted you to get a good look at the outside before we go inside. As you can see its a three story building. The top floor was for the officer. So the rooms are some what on the large size. The second floor was for non commissioned officer or NCO's. The rooms are smaller two to three patients to a room. The first floor was for the common private. They are large wards serving 10-12 men a section. "

He slowly releases his hold on her panties and guides the gurney into the main front door. The hallway is spacious, room for several gurneys to move quite easily through the main hall. He walks ahead of the gurney leading the way. He walks through two sets of door. Then turns left to a set of double doors. He stops and points to the sign WARD D.

Carmine continues his tour. " The building was built in 1862 and served as a treatment center war wounded till 1867. Then in 1868 it was converted to a mental health building. It was used as a insane asylum from 1905 to 1929. When the lack of funding forced it to close. It was used to store war goods during World War 2. Several special cases were treated here after the war. An it was completely closed in 1952."

Carmine pauses as he looks down at Jeanette. He leans over her. His hot breath whispering into her ear. " This is ward D we call it "the stable". Carmine looks down her body. He slides his hand down the length on her body to her panties and under the thin elastic band till he finds her smooth woman mound. His middle finger slides over her clit and parts her wet vaginal lips.

""Yes my dear the time has come." He rubs her a bit more firmly a few times then slips a single finger into her wetness.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

The gurney came to a sudden stop just as they reached the main entrance of the hospital. Jeanette heard Carmine tell her to look upwards, pointing out that there were three stories to the structure just towering over her. If the exterior was this intimidating alone on the outside, a part of her dreaded what she would have to look forward to once she was wheeled inside.

Jeanette let out a sharp breath mixed in with what sounded like a squeak as Carmine once more lifted up her skirt and exposed her panties not only to him but to the night sky and the two men involved in pushing the gurney. She couldn't cover herself up with her hands strapped on and she was certain that if she tried to move her legs away or roll to her side, one of Carmine's men would put a stop to that. All Jeanette could do was endure his mind games as his fingers rubbed up against the growing wet area in her panties while he casually shared the history of the building. Her toes curled when he pressed more firmly.

Part of her wondered when his story was going to end. She could have sworn he was intentionally going slow or very detailed just to keep up with his mental torture.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he released her. Yet she found herself deprived between her legs.

As Jeanette was wheeled in, she was surprised that it wasn't dusty or in danger of collapsing on top of them. The lights were dim; enough for them to see but enough to make the place as ominous.

Carmine introduced Jeanette to Ward D. She was able to tilt her head enough to see the letter D but not much else.

"Say...why do they call it the stable?" She asked, her words a little slurred through the skeptical tone.

She was not going to get her answer. Instead he responded much more boldly by slipping his hand underneath her panties. His fingers found her clit, driving Jeanette's sanity further down. Her wrists tugged at the straps wanting to be free to stop him but his men had her bound well enough to ensure her that her remark towards him will not go unnoticed.

Jeanette felt his breath on her earlobe. His beard lightly grazed against her flushed cheek. Her moans and breath grew sharp when he pushed a finger between her legs. Having been busy trying to build up her career in law, it had been quite some time that she experienced this sort of pleasure.

She wondered how Carmine would react at the fact that she was still a bit tight.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Ward D

The doors are highly varnished with many scratches where over the years gurneys had been pushed through. The two assistants moved to the front and rear of the gurney while Carmine fingered Jeanette wet pussy. The man in the lead pushed open the double doors and lead the way.

Ward D is vast open room with metal framed beds stacked neatly against the walls. The walls are painted a two tone of green. Lime over forest green. The room has four windows . Two windows per side with heavy olive drab drapes which were open. The grounds and the and the few lights from Glen Manor are visible out the windows in the distance.

In the center of the room is a stack of mattresses, stacked at different levels. The men steer the gurney to the center of the room and stop next to the taller stack of mattresses. Carmine slips his finger out of Jeanette's wet pussy. And takes a few steps back. "Lets use the three stack method tonight. I have a feeling I'm going to need a lot of room." As the men stack more mattresses on to the pile Carmine removes his button down shirt.

There are four metal beams in the room with hooks and steel loops welded on to each side of the beam. Carmine hangs his shirt on one of the hooks. Then slips out of his shoes. Soon the men have stacked the mattresses so that they are just one level below the height of the gurney. They move back to the gurney just as Carmine steps out of his pants. Carmine looks over to the two men.

"Get her off there and strip her!" The two assistants unstrap Jeanette from the gurney They roll her off the gurney and on to the stack of mattresses. One pushes the gurney out of the way. While the other grabs her by her arm and yanks her to her feet. And then moves in behind her a holds her arms behind her back.

The first to go is Jeanette's blouse which the man simply wipes open displaying her red silky bra that matched her panties. He smiles lewdly as he reaches under his lab coat and produces a switch blade. It flicks open. He slides the blade between the red cups and with a single flick cuts the supporting material away. He turns to Carmine.

"You want me to tie her to the hitching post with her stockings?" He asks. Carmine is now is naked and is stroking his male member. he considers for a moment then shakes his head. " No finish the job. I want her on her back when I plow her field." Carmine stares at her hardened nipples as her blouse and bra are roughly yanked off her from the rear.

The man in the front pulls her skirt down leaving her with red garters and panties and shear stockings. "Leave the stocking on We may yet use them." Carmine instructs. While the man behind her pins her arms the man in front slides her panties down to her ankles. The man behind her raises her up slightly and kicks her skirt and panties across the floor. He releases her and spins her on to the bed.

Just as Jeanette hits the mattress Carmine grabs her by the ankle and lifts it toward the ceiling. He reaches down and clamps down on the other one and raises it upward too. In a matter of a few seconds he has her legs wide apart with his male piston ready to slide into Jeanette's love canal.

He turns his head toward the two men. "You know what to do. Get the cameras I want you to get this from every angle. Tomorrow I want to watch as my ball sack slaps at her ass hole. Remember nice tight shots. Really zoom in. I want to see my goo oozing from her pussy!"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

The voices of Carmine and the two men faded in and out. Jeanette stared up at the dim ceiling, taking in the sight of the bars and hooks up above. She heard Carmine say something about needing to use the three stack method.

The faces of Carmine's men hovered above her. Slightly confused and dazed, she watched them undo the straps that bound her wrists. No sooner after they pulled her from the gurney that one of the men held a firm grip on her arms behind her back. No amount of resistance and pulling away was enough for her captor to budge. In one swift motion, the man removed her blouse.

"Heeeey," Jeanette protested, her vowels elongated as she had not quite fully recovered to her normal self from the strong alcohol drink she had earlier.

Her protests stopped, er eyes widened when she saw the other man pulled out a switchblade. The wheels on her mind began to turn, as her thoughts raced. Shit, did Carmine set her up to have her killed. Jeanette began to fidget, hoping to at least dodge any strike his other man was planning.

To her relief and somewhat dread, the other henchman sliced her bra down the middle, releasing both cups and exposing her breasts to all three men. What embarrassed Jeanette even more was how she couldn't hide what was evident; underneath the cups of her bras were her firm breasts with enough to squeeze. Like the wetness in her panties, her nipples betrayed Jeanette on just how aroused she was.

It certainly did not help matters when her eyes caught sight of Carmine stroking himself. For his age, Jeanette had to admit that Carmine did well for himself. What intimidated her was the size of his hard member. While her experiences with men were of average size, Carmine (from what she could see), looked to be about eight...nine inches perhaps. Yet she could have sworn that he was a bit thicker than what she had back then.

Jeanette only wanted to steal glances at him, hoping that he wouldn't catch notice. But the more his men stripped from her, the longer her eyes lingered at Carmine. With her skirt and panties kicked out of the way, the man that held her from behind spun her and pushed her on to the pile of mattresses below.

Not a second after she hit the soft cushion, Carmine grabbed her by the ankle and clamped something around it. He grabbed her other ankle and raised it up to match the other, leaving her helpless. Even with her arms free, it left her exposed. Carmine's gaze followed her every move from the tiniest twitch to her tugging her legs hoping to free them.

Their voices mixed with mumblings and orders, the only words that Jeanette was able to hear were the erotic things that he wanted to do to her in explicit detail; words that a sober Jeanette would normally be mortified to hear coming from him. She was ready to deny that this was what she wanted, anything to save face and whatever sanity she had left.

The tip of his member poked up against her clit, occasionally brushing up against her entrance. Her body betrayed her once more, exposing to Carmine and the other men just how turned on she was as her juices coated and glistened between her legs and on her inner thighs.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Carmine returns his lusty gaze down at Jeanette. His eye hungrily start at her breasts and glide over her flat belly. He pause as he flicks a quick look over to his two assistants" Hurry up, I'm ready to fuck, her now!" His man tool rubs easily against her exposed vaginal folds. With practiced speed the two men open the cabinets against the wall and have the camera at the ready in just a few seconds.
One stands over Jeanette's face. He focuses the view finder and shouts. "Ready on top."
The second man moves in low behind Carmine. " Ready on the bottom, Sir!" He calls out not as loudly. " Good, Good! Here we go!" Carmine states in a strained voice.
He rubs her wetness with the helmet of his thrusting tool a few times. Finding the angle of attack he is looking for, he slips into her outer lips with an expected ease. Then upon passing her glistened entry, a bit of a resistance is met. Carmine purses his lips and stares down at Jeanette. "Been I while, huh. That's good. I like ta think I broke that cherry. But we know better, don't we!"

Carmine pauses for just a few seconds. Then thrusts inward breaking through the restraint and defiles her womanly virtue. The camera man captures her facial reaction to the invasion of her body.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Weird voices hovered around Jeanette. She could have sworn they said something along the lines of "Ready on the top, ready on the bottom."

Ready for what?

That confusion slowly melted away as she found herself lost in the lustful haze between herself and Carmine. She felt the tip of his flesh rubbing up against the entry, teasing to penetrate the barrier. There was no doubt that it was thicker than what she experienced. Even she had her doubts that it would all go smoothly. Those doubts slowly manifested in her mind, making Jeanette nervous that such thickness will hurt once it fully broke in between her legs.

She had no chance to stop Carmine.

Before she can an utter protest, Carmine thrusted inside of her. Jeanette's eyes opened wide as the shock ran through her entire body. She let out a startled cry as her fear of things not going smoothly came to be. A small surge of pleasure crept in as he let his shaft settle inside of her.

"It's fucking big," was the only thing she managed to utter.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

It's fucking big!

"Yeah baby it sure is, It the real deal tool!" Carmine hisses. He leers at her lustfully. "Yeah this is why we call this the stable!" he pauses to take a breath. "we mount up and take folks for a ride. I hope you enjoy the ride, my dear!"

Carmine raises her legs just a little higher and plows his man meat into her again. Jeanette's body bucks as he thrusts into her. He pulls out slowly and plows forward again. "Welcome to the stable, lawyer lady!" Carmine grunts."Hope you enjoy your stay!"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

With the mix of the last few weeks, the strong alcohol, and Carmine's perverted demeanor, Jeanette's sanity slowly sunk in to the pool of lust all while he remained inside of her. Weakly, she tried to drag herself back and away from Carmine but his firm grip pulled her back in. The way he taunted her was only adding to the situation.

Carmine lifted her up, wavering between conversing with her in such a lewd manner and mockingly being formal with her. She should be mad. Her sober self would have no problem slapping the taste out of his mouth, or at least kicking him in his most vulnerable spot. Her current half drunken state found herself misinterpreting the subtle sarcasm for being endearing in to something dirty. While her experiences were with those who were around her age, her newest client was on a whole new level.

Much more dangerous.

And yet thought and thrill of it excited Jeanette.

He thrusted again inside of her, much harder this time around. Her cries got noticeably louder, her body bounced against his forceful hips, causing her breasts to bounce along.

"And..." her words were cut short when another moan escaped past her lips, unable to go back on how it turned her on. "Just how long is this ride going to last, dear?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Carmine grins and looks at the assistant taking the long shot of Jeanette's bouncing breasts and her facial expressions. "How long? " he parrots. "Well my dear, when I cum in your mouth, your ass and your pussy. I think that will complete the ride. Till then, just hold on and enjoy the experience."

He glances over to the assistant. "Get a tight shot of her face. I goin' to plow her ass. I want you to get the look on her face." With that and with no other notice he pulls his man tool out of her pussy. Quickly lines his dick with her pink starfish and pushes inward to the hilt. "Oh yeah, that's tight."

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

"Wait, what??"

Did Jeanette hear Carmine correctly when he mentioned that he was going to plow her ass. She felt his cock slid out from her pussy, now slick and coated with her juices. While she may have had experience taking it between her legs, her ass was the only thing left of her that remained a tight virgin.

Jeanette began to panic as Carmine poked and pushed the head of his shaft through the entry. Even then the pain of having something thick trying to gain access was too much. In what could be termed as a desperate resort for survival and to avoid what he planned for her, Jeanette's legs flailed wildly, kicking nothing but the air behind him. With her lankled down by the handcuffs, even with her hands free could she not protest for Carmine to not start pushing his cock on another end of hers.

She barely got a whispered "Please" in a last attempt to be. Him not to when, without warning, he pushed the rest of his cock deep in her ass. Her eyes went wide in shock. Jeanette cried out, writhing in pain. There was no way to avoid or get out of her situation now.

"Fuck..." she groaned. "It fucking hurts."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

That's what Marco Marinzzi said

"It fucking hurts. " Carmine repeats. "Yeah it fucking hurts, lawyer lady. Getting fucked in the ass, this something new for you. Not for me. The system has been fucking me in the ass. All my fuck'n life. That prosecutor Clay Iverson, his hands are not clean in this case."

Carmine pulls out a bit then slowly pushes back in. Jeanette trashing around has little effect. Both camera zoom in on there targets. The lower one gets up tight on her ass with Carmine's scrotal sack hanging hang high in the picture frame, fro the low angle shot. The assistant on top recorded the reaction of Jeanette receiving Carmine's latest gift. Her eyes went wide and groaned out her words. The camera man smiles and takes a step back. He wants to get Jeanette's tits in the picture.

"Yeah know it funny. That's what Marco Marinzzi said in the video. " Carmine pulls out of her ass, pauses a few seconds then reenters her ass. This time he does it real slow. "I'll bet you didn't know there is a video of Keith Livingstone getting the shit beat out of him, did yeah, fuck Clay Iverson."

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Clay Iverson's name came up. What normally would trigger her pride at mere mention of his name only raised confusion for Jeanette.

"That prosecutor Clay Iverson, his hands are not clean in this case."

"What do you mean?" Was all Jeanette could utter before Carmine once again pushed himself insider her ass, this time more slowly than the force he used previously. Surprisingly, while there was still a good deal of discomfort on her end, her body found herself gradually getting used to the feeling. In the dim light, her eyes were glazed with lust, almost unaware of the pleasurable moaning that streamed from her lips.