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Robin

"You obviously are," Robin answered through gritted teeth. She knew it wasn't the answer he was looking for, but she didn't care. The threat was idle in a way. She had no doubt he would hurt her, but she knew he wouldn't follow through to the letter of his threat. After all, if he did, he would no longer have them to torture.
 
Anson

"Bah!!" Anson pulled out of Robin with a wet plop.

"Your juicy quim belies you!! But you have to much fire to suit me."

Anson's face glowed with his anger. He fetched a leather strap. He layed it on hard across the bottoms of Robin's thighs just above her cunny, leaving a brightening pink stripe across them.

A verticle stroke landed heavily on the top of her tit, dragging it down so far it near hit her in the face rebounding, and a like stroke on the other tit.

His face was in hers once more. His whisper harsh and loud in her ears.

"The next and five more like it right on your quim if you sass me again slut!!"
 
Robin

When the strap hit her soft flesh, she screamed without opening her mouth. When it hit her breast, she cried out. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he got right in her face.

"The next and five more like it right on your quim if you sass me again slut!!"

"What the fuck do you expect?" she screamed. "You kidnap me and then rape me and you think I'm just going to stay quiet like some docile little lamb? FUCK YOU!"

Robin knew she had just brought more punishment on herself, but she refused to submit to this monster.
 
Anson

"FUCK YOU" was pretty much all that Anson heard.

He raised his arm high and brought the strap down hard. He could see it deform the curve of Robin's belly as it impacted between her legs slamming against labia, clit and perinium.

Robin couldn't help but scream.

"That's one slut!!" Anson's body quivered at the sound and he would have spent right there were he not so furious.

He dropped the strap and drew a hook and chain down from the ceiling and transferred the spreader bar to the hook. By taking up the slack he suspended Robin above the floor and stretched her out full length.

Anson picked out a riding crop, grabbed a nipple and a fair amount of flesh beneath it and drew it hard away from Robin's chest, and proceeded to use the riding crop hard against stretched titflesh. Top, bottom, and side. It passed from pink to hot red with several weals were the rod of the crop and caught the flesh. When it was red enough to suit Anson he released the nipple and striped her right across the nipple.

Tears streamed down Robin's face as he repeated the entire process with the other tit, slamming it several times hard enough it looked like it would actually come away from Robin's chest bythe roots. Again he laid a last stroke drictly across the abused nipple.

Anson picked up the strap from the dungeon floor, stepped between Robin's legs and brought it down hard, again right on Robin's clit.

"That's two!!!"
 
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As Maria hung in such an unusal position she still struggled. Behind her gag she still curse and growled at him. She hated this man and just wanted to be free so she could try to rip him apart. Those cat-green eyes of hers cut to him again. She even lunged at him like a wild animal. If she was not gagged she surely would have bitten him.
 
Bertie:

He watches her and laughs at her futile struggles then says to her, "I wonder which will give out first slut, your fight or my willingness to hurt and use you until yours has."

He walks to a cabinet and takes out a roll of twine and a knife. Returning to the suspended slut he squats and begins to play with her nipples making them grow, stiffen and harden as he laughs at her struggles.

Once both are hard he makes a loop in the end of the twine, puts it over her hard nipple. He pinches the tip of the nipple, stretches it and pulls the noose tight around the nipples base. Twine is pulled off the roll and he cuts it then makes another loop in the end of the twine on the roll again and does the same to her other nipple.

Then he stands and pulls the twine causing the nooses to pull her nipples, stretch them and lift her breasts by the nipples. Reaching up he ties the end of each cord to the chain hooked to her ankles so now if she jerks or twists she will also add to the pull on her nipples adding to the pain from their being stretched and supporting the weight of her breasts.

Bertie says to her, "Now slut hold still or you'll be hurting yourself," and he begins to spank her wide open pussy.
 
Maria couldn't help but struggle even after her nipple were bound with the twine. When she did, the twine pulled at her nipples and she gasped at the pain. Her nipples were on fire and felt like they were being torn off. She stopped moving as a result. But then the bastard began to spank her pussy. No man had ever touched her there. To be spanked there by the savage bastard infuriated her. She cut her eyes to him and cursed him. Her pussy felt swollen and stung. Oh how she wanted to be free and abuse him. She imagined stinging his dick up like he strung her nipples. She knew she would have a chance to get at him. She would have to wait it out.
 
Robin

[OOC]Robin hadn't screamed yet. Cried out, yes. Screamed, no. Trust me. It's different. :p I'm a little confused on the position she's hanging in, so if I say something that doesn't mesh with that, let me know.]


Robin clenched her jaw and tensed her body against the blow she knew was coming. The strap whistled through the air as he lashed out, striking her entire private area. The excruciating pain slamming through her pussy brought about her first scream, despite the battle to keep it from escaping her mouth. The pain was just too intense.

The torture that followed to her breasts was inhumane. Even animals weren't treated this badly. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as the crop slapped roughly against her breasts. Another scream as the strap pounded against her sensitive nub.

"That's two!!!"

Despite the horrible pain coursing through her tortured breasts, Robin almost couldn't stop herself from telling the bastard he couldn't count. The licks across her breasts equaled many more than six.


[OOC again, lol]I'm going out of town for the weekend, so though I might post a few more times tonight or tomorrow morning, after that I probably won't be able to post again until Monday.
 
Bertie:

The spanking goes on and on and on and on as he watches her labia swell, reddened through the thatch of black soft and curly hair.

As they swell and the skin between becomes more and more red her love nub also swells and grows until it's protruding past the skin sheath that covers it, protects it and Bertie cuts more twine and unravels it so there are only a few strands left. A loop is made and dropped over her love nubbin. Fingernails push the skin down to bare it and the noose tightens around it. This remnant of twine is tied to one of her big toes. Now it too will be pulled and stretched if she struggles and, if her toe curls it will be pulled.

Bertie goes back to the cabinet and returns with a feather and begins to tickle her up and down her sides, back and forth across her flat tummy and on the soles of her feet.... and also slides the feather's quills on her nipples and passion nubbin now and then.
 
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Anson

Anson stepped around and squatted so his lips were nuzzling Robin's ear.

"Don't be so foolish to think I won't thrash you to death if need be. You three're not the first to visit this dungeon. I don't expect you to be the last."
 
Robin

"Don't be so foolish to think I won't thrash you to death if need be. You three're not the first to visit this dungeon. I don't expect you to be the last."

Robin glared at Anson, fire blazing clearly in his eyes. He may have won this round, but he had not yet won the fight.
 
Anson

He watched as she tried to wet her lips and heard the word he expected, that he wanted to hear. "Submit"

"My poor Robin, so cruely treated... so much unnecessary pain"

Anson's rage faded as quickly as it had come on. It was his nature to be mercurial and was one of the things that distinguished him from brother Bertram.

"How can we make it better?" Anson's monologue continued as he went around to Robin's reddened quim and he began to gently stroke the bruised nubbin of flesh between her legs.
 
Robin

"I don't know," she whispered. Before this night, she had never been touched by a man.
 
Anson

Anson continued to stroke and carress Robin's clit, watching for the stirrings of desire. For the moistness to return.
 
Maria was be broken and she hated it. She could not help but cry from the pain that was being caused to her. With each hit she could not help her body from flinching. The loops attached to her nipple and clit stretch and burned her. With the last his she screamed behind her gag. And then the bastard started doing something very strange. He tickled her with a feather. This too made her body flinch. And of course that flinching made those damned loops hurt her more.

Maria finally raelized that she had no choice in what was to come. And there was no way she could fend off her abuser in the position she was in. But, he better pray she never gets loose....
 
Bertie:

He tickles and tickles her until tears are leaking from her eyes as she twiches and jerks and is most diabolically tormented by using her own body against her. Not hurting her, but tickling her and making her hurt herself.

As he tickles her he now begins to tease and arouse her at the same time by playing the the three noosed, swollen and senstive places that give her pleasure that mixes with the pain she causes herself involuntarily as she reacts to the tickling.

"You know slut, I've watched little bitches piss themselves if they're tickled enough. I wonder if you will and how it will feel as it runs down your body to your face and hair.
"This is what disobedience and fighting earns little sluts, torment."
 
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Anson

Anson continued to stroke and carress Robin's clit, watching for the stirrings of desire. For the moistness to return.
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[OOC: I somehow missed this post, lol.]

Robin lay suspended in the air, her arms and legs stretched tautly. Warmth radiate from her punished pussy lips. The contact of the strap created swelling and redness. Now a strange sensation danced from her clit as his fingers stroked her. What kind of man was this? A man who caused such extreme pain followed by gentlessness and pleasure. The warmth spread through her body, and her breathing quickened as her pussy felt as though it had caught fire inside.
 
Anson

Anson's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Poor Robin had fought him all the way, fought hard and had been punished hard. But just the act of agreeing to submit, even if only to avoid more pain, even if she really didn't mean it... and now he could see a delicate flush and a quickening of breath, from just a few strokes of his thumb against Robin's little "man in the boat."

Anson reached into his waistcoat pocket.

Soon he would have her howling again.

The artist's brush was made of the softest bristles, the very best black sable, made for applying delicate wisps of color to canvas...

Anson began to "paint."
 
Robin

Something soft brushed across Robin's skin. She couldn't identify it. Whatever it was tickled, awakening yet another sensation.
 
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