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Subject 13...Live…instead of Live Stream…

Stanley stood in the non-descript room. He had been the last of the four men in the room to arrive and he was still taking it all in.

It was a large room though with some rather beat-up and stained old sofas. Stains that for sure he knew came from what he was observing as he waited.

There in the corner of the room on an old brown sofa, some large bald man had his fist gripped around the blond ponytail of a young woman. A young woman was stuck on her knees with her bare and obviously whip scarred back and ass facing Stanley.

He was driving her head up and down as she shuddered there, completely nude except for a pair of ripped and torn, thigh-high stockings. Her tightly cuffed hands, secured behind her back, were fisted so bad they were turning white.

The wet slurping and choking noises she was making as he forced her mouth to bounce up and down on his erect shaft, had Stanley ‘s cock good and hard in his jeans. And as he looked around the room, he figured the other men watching had the same issue too.

When the man began to groan and fill up the choking girl’s mouth with his erupting cum, he begn to eagerly slap the side of the girl’s reddened and tear-soaked face.

Just then a door opened on the far side of the room and Stanley, plus the other two men not violently raping some nameless girl’s mouth, all turned their attention away from the cum slobbering, choking girl to the well-dressed man entering through the door.

When the still seated bald man had thoroughly emptied his cock into the now blubbering girl’s mouth, he slammed his open palm one more time across her stunned face.

This time so incredibly hard that Stanley something white fly out and land at the newly arrived man’s feet. The man picked up the white bit and that’s when Stanley realized it was a tooth.

The man in the expensive suit chuckled.

“I guess, Reginald, I will have to charge you a damage fee for that. Unless you want to pay for the full teeth removal package? I could have this cunt anchored down and a selection of pliers and chisels ready for you in mere minutes if you would like?”

The girl’s face flashed over in extreme terror as the newly arrived man offered her up in this way. She was whimpering quietly, her red faced and bruised cheek head, shaking back and forth in a most pathetic begging, “noo” motion.

Reginald, the large bald man, rubbed the top of his smooth head and grinned down at the terrified and trembling girl.

“Nawh…not this time…Maybe next year when I have saved up a little more. Think this cute little blonde bitch will still be here though… in a year?”

The smirk on the well-dressed man’s face said it all, even before he replied.

“Probably. Since being acquired a few months ago, she’s proven her mouth and ass to be very adept at taking in entire cocks. She’s made a great addition to the waiting room. Don’t you all agree.”

Four heads all nodded, even though only three of the four men had been fortunate enough to have gotten the time to ram their cocks into her, while they all waited for the main reason they were here.

Unfortunately for Stanley, he had arrived late after having a hard time finding the secret entrance. But who would have thought it would have been advertised as a daycare center.

The man in charge glared at the poor whimpering and cum snot nosed girl. Then he pointed over to the corner of the room where a small cage resided.

“Now get your skanky ass back into your cage, or we’ll add you to the afternoon’s entertainment!”

It was all the threat the girl needed to rapidly shuffle her pert small ass back across the room. And to the men’s laughing surprise she never once got up off her knees as she headed for the cramped cage, her cuffed hands bouncing off her pale ass as she wobbled over.

“Close and lock that will you, Mr. Sands?” he asked of the man sitting by the cage.

The man nodded and gave the girl a slap on her bare ass as she crawled awkwardly into the tiny steel bar lined cage. She curled up and did not dare look out at the men. Her spunk smeared and cum leaking ass was about the only thing one could see of her.

But the men weren’t interested now. The lecherous group of men’s attention was now firmly on their host.

“I am Mr. Johns, your host here at the Syndicate Live Stream. And as you know, we have started offering what we call the Live…Live Stream experience. All of you have been valued customers over the last few years. Some of you paying for hundreds of hours to live stream our secretive and very real, tortuous content.”

The group of men all nodded. Stanley was sure he had spent tens of thousands over the past few years signing on to the Syndicate’s dark net site and partaking in the real time sexual degrading, nasty torture and sometimes even the violent snuffing of many a covertly acquired woman.

“So it was with some delight that you all responded so quickly to our offer of paying for the new experience we have decided to offer… The truly ‘Live’ experience.” He said with punctuated air quotes.

“Now please gather your tools, etcetera, and follow me please…In minutes we’ll have you happily tormenting a deserving cunt in any way you can imagine.”

Just those words had Stanley adjusting his snug crotch. Like the other men he gathered up the small duffle bag he had brought, and he followed the host out the door. His cock was at full hardness as they soon entered a cement walled room. The host swung open the door with a bang and a loud chuckle.

His entrance and the sound of their many stomping footsteps apparently sent the room’s lone female occupant into a panic based on the grunting sounds emanating from under its thick hood and the noisy writhing about its steel trapped limbs made.

“Holy fuck…would you look at that trussed up cunt!” gleefully exclaimed one of the other two men.

He was a large black man who was carrying a large black duffle bag. He sat it down and then proceeded to stomp up to the hooded and spreader bar trapped woman, shivering violently in the corner.

He stepped over the silver bar keeping her cuffed ankles spread wide apart and without warning, drove his hard leather boot toe into the faceless and nameless woman’s crotch.

His boot toe rammed into a monstrous steel ring that appeared to have been brutally and roughly driven in through her clitoris not long ago, based on the blood on the floor and the red smeared on her thighs that Stanley could see.

He pushed and then ground his hard boot toe into her soft and most delicate sexual flesh. This caused her cuffed hands, locked to a severely tight waist chain, to claw the air. Muted sounds of deep discomfort, if not outright agony tried to come from under the hood.

“If you’re wondering gentlemen. This thing has a massively wide and deep penis gag stuffed in its oral cavity. It’s sealed in there with an extremely tight belt harness and then an six-inch spike has additionally been driven through its cheeks, thus guaranteeing that no amount of screaming will dislodge it.”

The fourth man in the group rubbed his hands together and then pushed up his glasses. He held nothing but a small leather case in his other hand. He was already panting and mumbling what Stanley thought were the words ‘pins and needles’.

“And it is all for your enjoyment to do with as you wish. You have all paid quite handsomely for the opportunity to abuse, torment, punish and just plain torture it! But not near as much as if you were having a private session with some helpless cunt.”

He pointed at the many cameras mounted into the wall behind the men and facing the trapped in steel captive woman.

“And as you know, this thing’s use as your torture toy, will be filmed and featured on our site as special pay per view. It’s last horrific and agony filled hours of existence at your four hands will be a big money maker for us… for sure.”

Stanley was grinning as he watched the hooded thing on the floor shudder and flinch at every word the host was saying. Even while the large black man’s boot toe made firm grinding circles into her swollen and abused pussy

He imagined quite rightly that the nameless woman under the hood, as she tried to comprehend what was happening to her and why…was in hysterics and crying profusely as the words of her paid for coming torture, echoed in the room.

The black man finally stepped away but not without lastly putting his boot sole on the chain connected to her large clit ring. Then he dragged the chain away from her body, and the four men laughed and chuckled at her muffled but distinct, pain filled screeching.

“So it feels pain pretty damn well, doesn’t!” bellowed the bald man. “This is gonna be loads of fucking fun…messing this cunt thing up!”

“Can we take off its hood?” asked the man with the glasses. “ I really want to see the cheek needle…I love needles.” He said licking his lips and rubbing his crotch.

The host then gave an answer to that question, that Stanley already well knew the answer too.

“In a truly private setting, yes…you could. But remember, we’ll be filming this…And according to our acquisition team, this subject acquired a few weeks ago still has posters and missing person bulletins, currently up in four states. Apparently, it was the offspring of some municipal politician… Our bad for grabbing a cunt that would be missed.”

The men all nodded for now they understood the importance of the hood. And under the hood the suffering young woman seemed to understand too as her shoulders shook and heaved.

Now before I leave you with it, How about telling us all how you plan to abuse it, how you plan to make it scream so loud, we’ll be able to hear them from under that hood and past that huge gag in its mouth.”

The host pointed to the camera’s mounted on the walls. Little green lights glowing on them.

“Cameras are rolling boys. Tell us what you tools and toys you brought and what you plan to do to it with them!”

The man with the glasses pushed them up his nose and then he dropped the small leather rolled up pouch he had been carrying. It lay on the floor as he untied to leather strands that kept it in a roll.

“These are my favorite needles. I love needles. I love to see them punch through a screaming cunt’s flesh…I plan to use them all on this one…To decorate her tits and nipples with them…and maybe push some in under her toenails, if there’s any left after of course sticking them in her pussy.”

He literally was spitting as he excitedly spoke. The rubbing of his crotch had hit a peak as the large black man spoke next. He dropped a black duffle bag onto the floor and out rolled a number of large dildos.

“Just a bunch of huge ass splitting dildos…to do just that…to try and see how much I can split her ass open…You up for some seriously y painful ass plugging, bitch?”

He barked at the shaking young woman just before he put his boot on her clit chain and he tried once again to drag it across the floor.

Mr. Johns, the host laughed as he pointed out to the men and the recording cameras how intense the woman’s shuddering had become.

“Looks like our first two paying customers have gotten a good reaction out this thing. I wonder if our next two clients get the same reaction. Reginald, what did you bring in that bag of yours.”

Reginald spilled the bag so about a dozen candles rolled out. The host shrugged his shoulders.

“Hmmm, candles I see…So a little hot was play for it. I guess if you pour the wax in the right place…” he said, but then he became more impressed as Reginald pulled a blow torch from the bag.

A blow torch, some branding irons, flat head screw drivers and then lastly, woman’s hair curling iron.

“Wax is fun. But really fun is when you ram them fat candles in the wailing bitch’s cunt or ass and set them alit. See this one is even shaped like a butt plug…But the best is the curling iron. Shove it in her pussy, let it slowly heat up and just stand back to watch the howling and trashing fest begin! Especially when the bitch can’t reach it to pull it out, like this dumb thing is going to experience.”

The host rubbed his hands and then patted the top of the quivering and shaking, captive woman’s head.

“I am sure you heard every word of that…Good!”

He turned to Stanley and asked, “So what did you bring? I know you’re a fan of almost any thing that can make one of our subject’s loose her shit until she passes out.”

Stanley dropped his heavy bag to the floor. He unzipped it and took out the portable jumpstart battery pack and jumper cables. Then he pulled out some handheld shock devices, including a taser.

“I had to leave the cattle prod at home. It wouldn’t fit in the bag. But everything else I brought should make for an electrifyingly good time. Especially using this pussy chain to send some good strong current right into where it will hurt the bitch the most, its clit!”

Laughter ensued as the four men stood around the poor thing. Their story telling of how they would inflict the most agony on the nameless and faceless trapped female thing at their feet, all complete,

She was violently whimpering under the black hood and shuddering at their feet. Each man was of course wondering now…who would go first. That’s when Stanley spoke up.

“So gents, do we take turns, fucking it up…say five minutes at a time? Or something else?”

Reginald then grinned. A grin so evil and sadistic that if the suffering girl under the hood could have seen it, she may have passed out even before the multiple tortures were to start.

But his idea made all the men’s faces light up with grins and evil sadistic smiles.

“Or…how about we each take a turn with this here nasty little hand held electric prod that this dude just brought…First man to make the screaming bitch piss itself…gets to then spend their full hour fucking with it while the others watch?”

There was the loud gruff sound of agreement amongst the men. Which then turned into guffaws of laughter as the metallic sounds of the trapped girl’s cuffs, chains, and spreader bar bounced around on the concrete floor.

For under the hood, the nameless, and blind to the world, young woman was panicking and freaking out so completely that she cared not how much in discomfort she was, or how tightly restrained she was…or that she had no idea where she was…

She had only one desperate goal in mind and that was to fight at her bonds and shift her trapped and naked form away from these sadistic men. To flail and crawl her away from their horribly threatening voices.

It was a feeble and futile attempt that ended abruptly when the man with glasses picked up the handheld shock device and stomped over to stand one foot pushed down on the middle of her spreader bar.

He reached down and grabbed her clit chain, pulling on it viciously so he could precisely find the tortured flesh he wanted to wreck even more. Then he jabbed the electrical tool directly into her savagely ringed clit.

His shout of “Ya Bitch!” almost drowned out by the loud and continuous gagged wail coming out from, under the black hood.

Piss squirted almost instantaneously out of her pussy as the loudly snapping device delivered the most excruciating shock to that delicate part of her body. A part already doused with constant sick and gratuitous pain.

Pain that would only reach new heights of twistedness as the wheezing four eyed man shouted,

”Yes…fuck yes! The bitch’s titties and cunt is all mine!” and he reached for his pack of super sharp needles.

The end…

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