'Her lips look only little swollen; no bruising. Okay, time you come down to the cellar again. This time we use heavier weights. You get used to it. Each day your sex is stretched until lips are full and juicy and then you sell for better price. You understand?'
Zoe glared angrily from one to the other, defiance welling up inside her.
'It's time for your arse fuck girl, so be good girl and come downstairs. It's playtime. You come quiet or we drag you.'
'I'll come quietly,' Zoe mumbled reluctantly but aware that resistance was futile.
The basement was cool but it was more from the fresh memory of what she'd suffered here that Zoe shivered. The two Arab youths drew her across to the cross-shaped bench and then unfastened the restraints around her arms. Zoe stood passively, quickly assessing her chances of taking them by surprise and trying to overpower them. Her legs felt weak but she had managed to walk down the spiral stairs. How stiff her arms would be though, she could only guess. She had seen the outer door of the tower as they'd passed the ground floor landing and there was a key on the inside. Unfortunately though, a stout beam of wood was also slid in place across the door, which she'd have to slide out of the way before making her exit. There was no sign or sound of Stonefield. The youths seemed arrogantly confident now that they felt they'd subdued her not just physically but mentally. They doubtless imagined that even with her arms free, she was no threat to them. Her mind churned over her choices: bide her time, learn her enemies' weaknesses and familiarise herself more with the location or act as soon as she had a chance. Would they give her another? As long as she played weak and defeated, the chances were that she could lull them into a false sense of security.
'Okay, lie down on the bench. Face down.'
Zoe made a snap decision; she'd bide her time for now. With her arms and legs free she did as she was told and lay down across the hard wood. Before she had any time for second thoughts the brothers fed straps through the hooks on her wristcuffs, pulled them tight and secured them. Well, that's it, Zoe thought, her arms now tethered. She lay passively while her ankles were dealt with in a similar fashion. Then as if she wasn't already helpless, they put broad leather belts around her thighs and tightened them, pulling her legs wide and pinning them tightly against the wooden surface she was stretched across. She was now secured spread-eagled and felt the sickening sense of vulnerability again. One of the youths ran his hands down the insides of her thighs making her flinch. As long as they didn't gag her again, she thought. She'd survived yesterday's ordeal and surely they couldn't do anything to her now that was much worse?
'Bring me the clamps brother. You looking forward to this, English girl?'
Fingers explored her pussy, stroking her then toying with her labia until she was sighing and squirming. To her shame, despite being forcibly subjected to the treatment, her body was getting itself aroused again. Is this why I didn't try to escape just now when I had the chance? Zoe wondered to herself. Did I want to go through what I suffered yesterday again? She shook her head in denial as she felt the cool steel of the clamp slide around her labia. No, she didn't want this, she told herself, whimpering in nervous anticipation then gasping, before having to stifle the urge to cry out as the toothed metal closed around the delicate flesh of her sex. A second later and she felt the second clamp bite hold of her. He had clamped both her inner labium and now he was stroking her clitoris and sliding several fingers back and forth over her vulva. Zoe shook her head, murmuring for him to stop, begging him not to hurt her then she just lay almost passively, gazing at her outstretched arms, the leather cuffs jammed around her wrists, as the heat of arousal built quickly inside her and her whole body began writhing urgently.
'That's so good...please...don't...stop...' Zoe sighed, lifting her head and looking dreamily over her shoulder when the fingers abruptly left her sex.
'You see, you learn to enjoy. Now let's see how you like it with weights. Keep still, there's a good girl.'
There was a moment's agonising pause then Zoe experienced the stomach twisting sensation of the weights distending her labia.
'Can't take it... stop, please...'
She tossed her head from side to side, twisting her arms and legs. The relentlessly stretching of her labia was unbearable; the weights they'd clamped to her were too heavy! She'd remembered the pleasure she'd experienced but she'd forgotten the pain she'd had to experience as well.
'Please...no... it hurts too much...please stop...'
The next thing she knew was oil was being dribbled between her buttocks and a thumb was lubricating her anus before working its way into her. Hands settled over her hips and she tensed, knowing what was going to happen next. God, Zoe thought, he's going to take me up the arse again...she held her breath as she felt the youth's engorged cock slide up the crevice of her rump and find the delicate crater of her anus. She squirmed, sighing with pleasure as the youth pressed his thumb back into her and twisted it around.
'Please...fuck me...'she begged, unable to contain her eagerness any longer.
The youth withdrew his thumb and promptly drove his cock into her anus with a single assured thrust. Zoe gave a shocked gasp as her anus was forced to widen to accommodate his rock hard cock. She felt him pull out of her almost completely then he forced himself back into her, drawing a gasp of pleasure and discomfort from her.
'Not so hard... please...'
She closed her eyes and tried to relax her body as the youth began driving his cock in and out of her. The sensation of his thick shaft deep inside her tight passage was excruciating at first but soon her body grew compliant to the demands made upon it and as her rectum muscle was softened she felt herself being fucked harder and harder.
'Uhh, yes...mmm...so good...' she panted breathlessly in encouragement. When the youth came Zoe had already climaxed and was content to stop but she realised the other youth was now to have his turn.
'Oh, please let me have a rest,' she begged, crying out and shaking her head as the second youth moved between her tethered and spread legs and stroked his hands appreciatively over her rump.
'Good girl... you just lie still and enjoy...'
Zoe groaned as the youth tapped the dangling weights and a sudden exquisite pain shot through her labia. She shook her head, gasping as the youth forced the head of his cock into her now aching arse. The sensation suddenly brought her arousal back to fever pitch and as the youth settled into a rhythmic pounding of her arse with his cock, Zoe moaned as she felt herself nearing another orgasm.
'English girl having good time, yes...'
'Yes!' she cried out as an unbearably intense climax shook her whole body. Still shuddering from the aftershocks, she gasped then screamed as the youth drove his cock deeply into her, pulled back then rammed it again into her aching body.
'Uhh, please...enough...'
Ignoring her pleading the second youth continued driving his cock into her while his friend now walked across to the table of gruesome accessories and return; a ball gag dangling from his grip.
She recognised with dismay the type of gag they were about to place upon her. The SES held stocks of them, regarding them as the most efficient design available.
'Oh please guys, come on...don't gag me, please.'
The youth who was screwing her withdrew his cock from her behind and grasped her head with both hands, holding her still. Zoe shook her head, swearing then gurgling in protest as they forced the gag upon her. The ball was soft rubber and slipped easily into her mouth, the leather strap around her cheeks was buckled at her nape then a slimmer strap of soft leather was Velcro fastened under her chin. A tube and hand pump dangled from the rubber ball and the older youth grinned at her as he closed his hand around the pump.