Amy's Treatment

[skuttrusk]

Thanks, guys! Deliberately taking my time with this one! Also with the writing... but hope to have another chapter soon!

[skuttrusk]

CHAPTER FIVE: FOREPLAY (a short one)

I now noticed a small cardboard box heaped with kitchen and bathroom implements. Blackton later told me that he’d gathered various items from the cunt’s apartment to use in the rape, feeling it would be more impactful psychologically is she realised afterwards that her own belongings had been used against her. From this box Blackton extracted a pair of scissors.

As I watched, trembling with excitement, he made a series of small snips in our captive’s clothing. At the hen of her skirt and the edges of her blouse. Using these starting points, he slowly tore up the sides of the skirt until it could be removed in two pieces, revealing Amy’s slender legs in their tights, and her underpants, a demure, unstylish pair.

Then he ripped her blouse in the same way. The sound of the fabric in the still room, with Amy’s anxious breathing and occasional moans through her ball gag, struck me as intensely erotic.

The cunt’s bra was as drab and utilitarian as her panties, but at least they matched. She had a nice slim figure. Blackton ran the scissor blades over her bare stomach in a cruel caress than made her shiver.

Then some snips at the panties and bra… His strong hands tore the fabric, and the cunt’s cunt was exposed. Then her tits. I was actually impressed – they were a touch bigger than her clothed for suggested, and very pert. The scissor blades touched her nipples gently, and the skin puckered and goosebumped, the nipples standing to attention.

Then he put the scissors down on her tummy, the blades pointing towards her snatch. With the tight skirt gone, the extendable leg-spreaders could be opened wider, cranking the cunt’s feet apart and exposing her pussy to our eager eyes.

“Tsk tsk,” said Blackton, eyeing her pussy. “Not waxed. Not even freshly shaved. This will never do.”

And, to my delight, he produced a razor and shaving gel from the cardboard box.

Amy flinched as he squirted a squiggle of gel onto her stubbly mons veneris. Moaned in anxiety as he rubbed it in, producing a white foam all around her labia. Then the skritch skritch of the razor as he carefully ran it over her whole pubic region. He was quite skilled. Well, I suppose he shaved his own face daily.

The ritual seemed to greatly distress the captive cunt. It was amusing to think of her being forcefully reminded of this frightening and humiliating scene whenever she groomed herself in future.

Having denuded the cunt’s cunt of its little hairs, Blackton fetched a mug of cold water and rinsed the whole area. It didn’t matter that Amy would be left lying in a damp patch, after all.

The sight of our prisoner spreadeagled, naked and helpless, her cunt shaved and shining with droplets of water clinging to the skin, was delicious.

Blackton picked up the scissors again and began experimentally prodding Amy’s pussy lips with the scissor points. This got funny little squeals from her. He wasn’t doing anything to hurt her, but it must have been uncomfortable and of course it drove home how much in his power she was. He would poke one labia to the side, opening her slit a little, then do the same to its opposite partner. Rubbing the cold steel on her sensitive flesh. Caressing her clit.

“All right. I’m ready to remove your gag, whore. But one sound out of you and you’ll get…” and he placed the blades around her clit and squeezed them together just hard enough to let her feel their sharpness, “an abrupt clitorectomy. You must be obedient to your rapist at all times. Nod if you’re going to be a good girl.”

With a panicked look, the cunt nodded.

Blackton reached behind her head and wrestled with the strap. To facilitate matters, I took hold of the scissors and held the cunt’s clit in an unnecessarily firm grip so that Blackton could ungag her more easily. The rubber ball left her lips slick with drool, leaving a wet trail over one cheek.

“Now then,” said Blackton, “How would you feel about sucking my cock, cunt?”

A pause. Amy looked pale and frozen.

“You can answer that, cunt, so long as it’s in a polite whisper. And call me ‘sir.’”

“I’ll do whatever you want. Sir. Just please don’t hurt me. Sir.”

“Well,” smirked Blackton, “I might have to hurt you just a little. For shits and giggles. But if you’re a good cunt then you won’t be harmed permanently. Just a few bruises. Maybe a little nick here or there. Some girls are very pretty when they’re in pain. You’re that kind, cunt. So I will have to hurt you a little, just to see the look on your sweet face.”

Producing from a pocket a pair of needlenose pliers, he took hold of her left nipple…

TO BE CUNT-INUED

[Claire]

I find this story more intriguing than your more cartoonish exploits. Having an abusive psychotherapist is a cool idea for a story. I think would prefer her acting a little more subtle, maybe orchestrating a chance encounter between her two patients instead of being an overt partner in crime. But overall, this a fun and unique concept!

[JTCK]

Oh that poor girl. She will be so traumatized. I really feel sorry for her — but I love it!

[embarrassedalready]

[Shocker]

Well it seems that your therapy is rather hands on.

[skuttrusk]

CHAPTER SIX: ORAL TEST

“Now, let’s see how good you suck, whore.”

This was the first rape I’d ever actually witnessed. It was surprising to me, the shameless enthusiasm with which Amy sucked, worshipping her rapist’s cock with true devotion. It looked much like any porn scene, except for the pliers squeezing her nipple and the scissor blades gripping her clit. I marvelled at how utterly bereft of dignity and spirit the cunt was. It was clear to me that this was exactly how she deserved to be treated.

Leaning closer, I could see teardrops forming under her taped-down eyelids, and the very desperation of her sucking, her eagerness to be of use, made it clearer than at first that this was indeed a true rape. Blackton’s genius was to make the cunt complicit in her own abuse. I knew that this would make her recovery much harder, from a psychological point of view. I began wondering how I could make things worse for her, mishandling her therapy to intensify and prolong the cunt’s suffering…

“That’s a good little whore,” Blackton purred. “Show me what a cheap little jizz-rag you are. Swirk your tongue around my cock, slut. Show me how much you love to have your mouth raped.”

Amy was giving little moans as she bobbed her head back and forth like a bird. There was a sexual eagerness in those sounds, as well as a pitiful distress. I could feel exactly what this was costing her…

Releasing her clit, I spread her labia with my fingertips and carefully sheathed the scissors in her pussy. She shivered as the cold steel penetrated her. I kept pushing until just the handle was protruding, my fingers through the steel loops, and then I began fucking her with the sharp implement. A cruel, cold, rape. Her moans grew louder, more urgent. I wondered if Blackton would shoot his cum down the slut’s throat, or spew it over her stupid face.

Blackton pushed deeper, gagging Amy. Good. He held his cock in her throat, relishing her discomfort as she tried to breathe and couldn’t. Then he pulled out slightly and made her reward his cruelty with more noisy slurps. Then another choking. Through the thin membranes of her eyelids, I could see her pupils darting around in terror as respiration was interrupted, then the little bulges would roll upwards as she started to lose consciousness. Each time, he would pull his cock partway out and revive the cunt with a sharp slap. In this way he was able to torture her with breath control for long minutes, as I raped her with the scissors, getting, I admit, a little reckless in my thrusting. Probably gave her a few painful internal nicks… I like to think so, anyway.

When he’d had enough faceraping for the time being, Blackton pulled out and slapped the cunt’s face with his cock, then went to work properly with the pliers, stretching and twisting her titty as she wept and begged.

“Owww… please don’t… I’ll do anything… AOOOWW!”

So, naturally, he slapped a hand over her mouth, reducing her moans to soft hums as he tortured her tit in peace.

“That was pathetic, whore. The worst blow-job I’ve had since I was at school! Are you going to worship my cock properly, cunt, or am I going to have to start cutting you up?” He punctuated each clause of this tirade with a sharp tug or twist on the cunt’s nipple, then shifted his attention to her clit:

“When I take my hand off your useless mouth you’d better tell me what a pathetic cum-target you are and beg for the privilege of adoring my cock with your mouth, CUNT!”

This was just about the horniest sight I’d ever seen, even better than the actual oral rape. There seemed little doubt that the pathetic prisoner would fawn over Blackton’s member and willingly debase herself to be spared this pain. Her clit was being crushed, yanked and twisted and would surely be an appealing shade of black and blue on the morrow…

“Yes…” sobbed Amy as soon as her slut mouth was uncovered. “Please… let me worship you with my lips and touch… [sob]… Please let this pathetic whore adore you…”

“Tell me more, cunt,” sneered Blackton, rubbing his cock around her lips. Her tongue snaked out, anxiously to please the glistening head. “Tell me what a snivelling little cum-dump you are.”

“Please, sir, I’m a s-snivelling cum-dump and a pathetic rape-whore. I’m just a cunt. I’m n-not worthy of you. P-please let this dumb cunt worship your cock. Please don’t hurt me any more! ULK! GULK! GULK!”

The latter exclamations were made as Blackton obliged the cunt by shoving his dick right down her throat. If she’d been able to open her eyes I’m sure they would have been bulging like a victim of the garotte, as he slammed his shaft into her face, treating her mouth like the fuckhole it was, raping her with deliciously forceful strokes that choked her and no doubt rasped the inside of her throat deliciously. Soon her face was turning purple.

Needless to say, I was rubbing myself like crazy. I was conscious that I mustn’t breathe too heavily or otherwise give myself away to our helpless fucktoy. I was also losing any sense of restraint, though, and praying for Blackton to hurt this pathetic excuse for womanhood even harder. I felt she deserved to suffer worse than any cunt that ever lived. There was nothing rational about this, but it was a deeply held sexual conviction. Literally anything done to this cunt would be fully justified.

So you can imagine I was delighted when Blackton held his cock buried in her throat, his pubic hair pressed against her lips, and pinched her nostrils shut. Her body spasmed, her moans became truly panicked, her pert little tits jiggled as she thrashed in her bonds. I held the scissor handles and twisted the blades around in her pussy. It took considerable restraint, I can tell you, just to keep from stabbing her in the crotch until her whole sex was a bloody wound. Instead I just let her suffer the discomfort of the hard steel sliding against her insides.

Blackton entertained himself with some more nipple torture while asphyxiating our piece of helpless cuntmeat. Then he pinched the flesh all around the nipple, imparting red and bleeding love-bites to the curvaceous flesh. Finally, after what seemed like around a minute and must have felt infinitely longer to the suffocating cunt, he let her have some air. But not for long, obviously – he was soon back to faceraping her.

Then he plucked the scissors out, and his cock as well, and told her, “Now beg me to cum in your pussy.”

Her lower face slick with drool, the cunt gasped for air and actually said “No…”

Well, she was asking to be punished now, and she certainly was…

TO BE CUNT-INUED

[SoftGameHunter]

I almost missed that last bit of dialogue. It's so out of place. Poor Amy. She thinks she's finally resisting, which is technically true. I don't think it will work in her favor, though.

[skuttrusk]

There's a reason which will be made clear why Amy resists here... and not with any real expectation that her wishes will be respected. Of course they won't! She's not so dumb she doesn't realize that...