by Powerone
She did as she was ordered, and now, she felt fear. She’d seen enough cop television shows to know that he’d search her. That could be very humiliating since there was no woman cop to do it.
Stan ran his hands over her body, but as much as he wanted to fondle her and slip his hands under the short skirt, he patted her hips and waist and not much else. He loved the way her ass pushed back and her legs were parted, as though she wanted him to do more. This wasn’t the place for it. He’d have the opportunity soon enough.
“Thank you for your cooperation. Stand up and put your hands behind your back.”
Now, Justine had more than enough of being bound since she came here, but this was different. She still didn’t know what she did, but the officer was a gentleman and she didn’t want to push the situation. If they arrested her, she’d be able to make a phone call, and Michael would be able to straighten it out. She put her hands behind her back, and she felt the cold steel of handcuffs put on her wrists.
“Come with us, Ms. Richter.” Stan urged her over to the police car, and Bruce already had the back door open. “Get in,” Stan pushed down on her head so she wouldn’t hit it. She almost fell into the seat as she struggled to get in with her hands bound behind her back. Her skirt rose up so high he could see her pale blue panties. Her breasts pushed out with her hands bound behind her back. She finally managed to sit upright, but her skirt was still high up her legs. He closed the door.
They got into the front seat and neither of them said a word to her. The car began to move, and it was only a few minutes before they pulled down a side street and stopped in front of a building. It was a larger building than she expected for a police department of a small gated community. But there was no doubt that it was a police station. The windows high up in the back of the building all had bars on them.
“Let me help you out, Ms. Richter.” Stan reached in and helped her to get out. She had to slide over the seat, and her skirt rode up high. He couldn’t take his eyes off her long, naked legs.
She was led into the building. There were desks inside, but no one else was around. They didn’t stop in the office; they went to the back. She thought she was going to be put in a cell, but the room was large. There was a table in the room along with some wooden chairs. The back wall was all mirrors, and it made the room look bigger than it was. The other side had cabinets, but they were all closed and some had locks on them. It must be where they kept the guns. She still didn’t know why she was here, but she was afraid of saying anything. So far, the officers had been courteous. It was probably a misunderstanding and would be straightened out soon.
“Over to the table, Ms. Richter.” It was time to do a more complete search.
It suddenly changed. One of the men was in front of her, but the other one was on the opposite side of the table. Her butt was pushed up against the table, but it was too high for her to sit on it. Her bound wrists were grabbed and pulled backward. Her body had no choice but to bend, the man in front prevented her from moving. Her back was bent unnaturally, and her shoulders ached as though they’d be pulled from the sockets. “What are you doing?” She panicked. Her hair was grabbed and her head yanked backward. Tears fell from her eyes as the hairs were yanked from her scalp. She was bent back more severely until she almost stared up at the ceiling. The other man was in front of her, and he refused to allow her to move until he pushed up against her. Then she felt it. There was no mistaking the erection that pushed up against her.
She might be slow and naïve at times, but she’d learned a lot since she arrived there. This was another test. Behind the mirrors, there were probably a lot of excited men and women that watched her. She never saw these two men before, but she was sure they were part of the community. She wouldn’t disappoint anyone. She’d play along with their little game, but there was some fear in her head on what they would do to her.
With Stan’s cock pushed up against her pussy, he gazed down at her breasts. Her body was arched erotically, and her breasts were pushed out until they pointed to the heavens. “I’m going to search you, so be still,” but he hoped that she wouldn’t listen to him. He wanted to feel her rub against his cock.
He pushed his feet between her legs, and his shoes banged into her ankles. She had no choice but to spread her legs wider and he pressed harder into her pussy with his erection when her pelvis was pushed up. As her legs spread wider, her pussy lips opened up and his erection slipped between them. His hands began to move up her hips and over her sides. He pushed her sweater out of the way so he could feel her naked flesh, but as he moved higher, his hands slid to the outside of her sweater. His hands quickly found her breasts and molded over the both of them. He squeezed them rudely, crushing her proud breasts in his powerful fingers.
“No bra, that’s good, Justine.” Stan’s fingers explored her breasts and sought out her nipples.
“No, don’t do that,” she cried out when his fingers gripped her nipples. His fingers were harsh and demanding, but her nipples swelled beneath his stern touch. He pinched her nipples, and when he released them, they swelled up as if they asked to be gripped again. His fingers ran over the tips, and then, he grabbed them between his thumb and forefinger. She saw her nipples gnarled by his fingers as he twisted and yanked on them.
She was glad he released her, able to stand up straight, but it was only temporary. The other man stood in front of her. She felt a hand on her back.
“Bend over,” Stan urged her as he pushed on her back. Bruce helped him by pulling her forward. “All the way down, Justine.”
Her hair swung down in front of her as she was bent over severely. The men didn’t stop until she was bent in half, then the one in front did the unthinkable. He trapped her head between his legs near his knees. She couldn’t move and her ass was thrust up high. Hard shoes banged into her ankles until she spread her legs again. She knew she’d be bruised the next day unless she submitted each time without question. She could feel how high her skirt pulled up in the back when he kneeled behind her and she felt his hot breath blow on her thighs.
Stan’s hands moved quickly when he saw the smooth thighs before him. He rubbed the silky flesh, but his hands continued to move up higher until he came to her panties. He hoped for a thong but was disappointed by panties, but they were pulled tight over her ass and mound from her being bent over. He could make out every crevice and crack in her body. “Nice firm buttocks.” He grabbed a cheek and squeezed it.
His hands took liberties with her. She felt his fingers so close to her pussy, but they didn’t touch her there. She was disappointed. When he grabbed her buttock, her anal ring was forced to open from the sharp pull on her crack. She couldn’t stop her buttock muscles from clenching erotically beneath his hand. Her head was released, and she stood up again and was surprised when the handcuffs were taken off her wrists. She rubbed her wrists to get the circulation back.
“I’m going to need you to strip naked for us, Justine. Take off your sweater.”
“I didn’t do anything, why do I have to take off my clothes?” Justine protested. She didn’t know where it came from, but in his hand was a bamboo rod. It wasn’t thick, but it was flexible.
“If you don’t, we’ll do it for you, and then, you’ll get twenty on that lovely ass. I’d hate to mark your ass, but I’ll get enjoyment from seeing you squirm beneath my rod.” Stan’s cock was rock hard.
“No, don’t do that,” she surrendered. She stood in front of them and the mirrors as she pulled her sweater up over her head. Her bare breasts burst free. She put the sweater on the desk, her hands at her sides.
“Put your hands on your neck and let your elbows bow out to the side. Arch your back and stick those lovely tits out.” She did as he demanded. Her breasts rose up as she arched her back and pushed them out. The hardened nipples were like rocks.
“Shake them!”
Justine felt like a stripper as she shook her breasts at the two men. They didn’t tell her to stop for a long ti
me.
“Slip off your panties, but leave your skirt on for now.”
At least that was less shameful as her hands slipped under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She put them on the table.
“Spread your legs shoulder width, Justine, and then slowly draw your skirt up.”
She saw the men rub their crotches as she raised her skirt up. They never told her to stop until it was up to her waist. With her legs spread wide, her pussy lips were parted. She felt the wetness between her legs as she stood there almost naked.
“Take off the skirt,” Stan grew too eager.
She let it slip to the floor but didn’t bother to pick it up. If she did, her breasts would hang down like ripe fruit.
“Reach down and peel your pussy lips apart. We want to see everything.”
This was worse than an intimate exam. She struggled to get a good grip on her oily lips. She pulled them open until they ached. It should’ve shamed her, but her pussy grew wetter. Their eyes never looked at her face. They were fixed between her legs.
“Turn around and bend over at the waist. Grab your ankles. Spread your legs wider, much wider this time.”
This was humiliating. She spread her legs wide, and as she bent over, her cheeks opened up lewdly. When she grabbed her ankles, she couldn’t control the way her anal muscles clenched and unclenched. It was as if her anus winked open for them.
Stan admired the tiny hole. It looked like a star between her white cheeks, virgin for sure. Nothing very big had ever been in there before.
It was time to secure her now that she was naked. “Help me, Bruce.”
She stood up when she heard something dragged across the floor. They took a black cloth off of it, but Justine had no idea what it was. It was made out of thick wood, dark and old. It was very strong and solid. It had some resemblance to a table or a chair but was different. It looked like it has a pedestal about a foot up with wooden planks on the outside of the frame. They weren’t as long as the piece. But there was no mistaking the leather straps that adorned it. She’d seen those in abundance since she came to the community.
The most obvious difference was that it had a support low down close to the ground, but nothing above it. It left it completely open to the center of it in both the front and back. Her visual inspection of it was interrupted as the two men grabbed her and brought her over to it.
“Lift up one leg, Justine. We’ll hold you so you don’t fall over.”
Her legs spread too wide and exposed her as she lifted one leg to put her foot on one of the pads at the side of it. It was about a foot up from the ground. One man held her to keep her balanced, but the other one secured her ankle into a thick leather strap that he drew tight.
“Now the other,” Stan helped her lift the other leg, and she was now standing up higher than they were, but her other ankle was secured and she couldn’t close her legs. They were spread wide, too wide. She didn’t know why they wanted her a foot off the ground. It didn’t make sense to her.
“Squat down, Justine.” Stan pushed her down harshly until she stopped resisting.
It was difficult to do with her ankles bound. Her crotch opened up and ached by the time she was in the position they wanted, but they weren’t finished. They each wrapped a leather strap around her upper leg and lower leg and secured it. She wouldn’t be able to get up while it was on. She felt her pussy open up as well as her anus. She could feel the air in the room blow inside her intimately.
Stan grabbed her arms and pulled them up in the air behind her. Bruce was ready with the wood beam. He pushed the thick wood into the slot until it was secured. It stood up over four feet against her back. It worked to perfection, a thick block of wood stuck out two inches into the center of her back. It forced her back to arch unnaturally, but Stan could only admire the way it offered up her breasts to him. He pulled her arms behind the wood and secured them together and tied through the large iron bolt. It pulled her arm down and forced her elbows to the sides. This fashioned her breasts more exotically. Her body was drawn taut.
Every muscle in her body ached. They had forced her into this contorted position that was unnatural to her muscles. Every sinew was stretched to the limit, but it was her pussy and anus that was spread so wide, as if they were penetrated.
“Comfortable, Justine? I’m Stan and that’s Bruce, we’ll be your tormentors today. You’re exposed salaciously. I’ll start with those lovely tits. They’re begging for attention, especially your nipples.”
She didn’t say a word when he picked up the bamboo rod again. He moved next to her, and he ran the rod over her nipple. The bamboo had knots on it, and they sliced into her tender flesh. He traced her nipples, and she couldn’t stop them from growing bigger and sensitive as though they sought out the rod. “OOOWW!” He swung the rod, and it grazed over the end of her nipple. It stung to the depths of her breasts, but he already swung it again. It struck her nipple with a deep thud and a resounding pain. She couldn’t move an inch, forced to offer her breasts up for punishment.
Stan worked over both of her nipples with the rod before he slapped her breasts on the soft underbelly and made them dance and jiggle. She bit her lip, but her cries were muffled. Her nipples grew to be bigger targets, and he took advantage of that.
Bruce was ready with the twine. Stan stopped whipping her breasts, and Bruce worked on her nipples. He made a loop in the twine and encircled on her nipples. He pushed the shrinking loop down until it captured her nipple just where it met her areola. He pulled the loop tight and looked to see the nipple swell and turn a dark red. Stan ran the hook down from the pulley above her and secured the twine to it. He went to her other nipple and secured it in the same way until they were both strung up on the hook.
Her nipples felt as though they’d explode, and when Bruce ran his fingernail over the blood-swollen tips, it felt like a knife cut into the sensitive flesh. The rod had made them sensitive, and the twine kept them that way. Bruce began to pull both of the twines up higher, and her proud nipples became stretched and misshaped. When he secured the twine, her nipples were bent and the tips were blood red, almost purple. She feared what they’d do now.
Bruce and Stan had the clamps ready for her pussy. They kneeled down and stroked her pussy before they clamped it. Her pussy liked the attention, and she grew wet. Stan ran his finger all the way to her clit, but he didn’t touch it. He’d tenderize her a bit first.
It felt good when they rubbed her pussy, but she saw the clamps in their hands. There were four of them, and she knew where they’d go. They were thick and shiny, and she saw the metal teeth that would bite into her flesh glint in the light. They deserted rubbing her pussy, but they each grabbed one of her pussy lips. She thought they were spread wide now, but she saw the shiny chains attached to the clips. They’d put slim posts to her sides, and they had metal rings on them. “OOOWWW!” There was no way she could prepare for the bite of the clamp on her pussy lips. The clamps were big, and they sought out a lot of her sensitive flesh. They put two more on her pussy, one up and one down on each side. She felt the pull as they ran the chains through the rings. They grinned evilly as they pulled the chains. Her pussy lips began to part. They did it slowly but deliberately. At first, it was an annoying tug, but then, it began to ache. Her lips weren’t made to open that way or that wide.
Stan never saw a pussy that up close and personal. Her lips were spread so wide that only pink, wet flesh was revealed. Her clit stood out like a tiny cock, and her pussy was a dark, mysterious hole that beckoned him. “Good job, Bruce. How do you like it, Justine?”
“Please, it’s too wide,” she begged, but her problems grew worse when Stan picked up the rod. “No, not there, not like that,” she begged.
“I wouldn’t do that to you, Justine.” He put the rod down, but he picked up the paddle machine. He pushed it into the slot built in the front to handle a collection of devices they had made to torment a man or woman. It had a small electric motor that propelled
the wheel. On the wheel were a plastic ruler and a leather strap. As the wheel turned and the ruler or strap got close, it would catch on a piece of wood. It would make the ruler and strap bend until the wheel drew it completely threw. Then, it would be released and all the pent-up force would be unleashed. The ruler or strap would strike out whatever was in front of it. In this case, it would be Justine’s well-spread pussy. The speed of the wheel would determine the force of the blows.
It didn’t take her much to figure out what it would do. Her only concern was how hard it would do it. She knew a plastic ruler had a lot of force when bent back and the leather strap looked sturdy and formidable. It wasn’t limp leather but had some kind of hard core in the inside that would bring forth the stored-up energy. She couldn’t do anything as they turned on the wheel and it began to move. It wasn’t that big of a wheel and there were two items on it, so it didn’t take long. It went like slow motion as the plastic ruler bent back, and then, it was suddenly unleashed. She heard the wet slap of the plastic on her pussy before she felt anything. It was as if it was a delayed reaction, but then, it was intense. Her inner lips were hit with such intensity, slapping hard on the wet, soft flesh with painful consequences. She cried out, but the leather paddle was already stretching to begin its descent. It was released, and it hit her pussy harder with a resounding thud that shook her bound body. “OOOWWW!”
She could barely breathe as the paddle machine continued to work her pussy over. Her inner flesh was sore as the device took its toll on her flesh. It went on for long minutes before they turned it off and removed it, but it took her minutes before the phantom slaps on her pussy disappeared. Thankfully, her clit was spared.
Bruce smiled when he got the clitytwister. It was a new device, and he’d be the first to use it. He’d tested its capabilities but not on a woman. Stan had allowed him to use it, for he had his own agenda. Justine would soon learn their plan.
The clitytwister was a beautiful device. It was hooked up to a standard suction machine with a thin plastic hose, but it had something new added to it. They’d designed it so that the suction would pulsate, but also the suction would bend and twist. Justine would be the first to feel its full effects. At the end of the hose was where the workmanship and beauty shined brightly. It was made out of the finest glass. The tube was long, over two inches. The outside was smooth, but the inside had small ridges and bumps.