[Corvid]

13:21

The acrid scent of the ammonia capsule under her nose startled her awake.

The pin in her right nipple had been replaced by a metal ring.

Satisfied that she was conscious, Janzen moved between her thighs, pushing himself inside of her pussy and lifting her to her feet as he did so. When he had established his rhythm (and gotten her swollen rump bouncing nicely, to his perspective), Oslo started whipping her back with the fan belt.

This would largely be the pattern for the next eighteen hours; two men, usually one raping her while another focused on inflicting pain; sometimes, both raping her, other times, both hurting her, usually as a prelude to raping her.

Janzen pulled on the ring in her nipple as he came. “Scream for me, bitch. Let me hear you.”

She did, dutifully; the piercing was still raw, her nipple sensitive and easy to hurt. Janzen and Oslo switched places, and the skin on her back became an angry swath of pink as the rape and the flogging continued.

They were the gentlest ones.


14:54

Tam and Jennings took her to the toilet to clean her out and make sure there weren't any accidents while the men used her.

The vinegar douche made her scream; the vinegar enema nearly saw her faint.

Then Tam lay on the floor, and made her straddle him, holding her body tight against him while Jennings sodomized her from behind. When she wasn't crying hard enough for him, more vinegar splashed onto the raw skin of her back was enough to renew her agony.

“Good and hard, man,” snarled Tam, spitting into her face as Jennings made her buttocks bounce. “Use that ass. Tear it up. Make the whore squeal.”

Jennings came on her back, and Tam in her face. There was no sense in sullying her freshly-scrubbed holes, not when so many others would be using them.


16:45

THUD.

“Hfff-!”

Park and DeVries had a game.

THUD.

“Nghh-!”

Lara swung back and forth, upside down, suspended by her ankles. The rubber truncheon was back in her mouth.

THUD.

“Hufff- Unhhh...”

Clack.

They took turns punching her in the stomach as she swung toward them. Whenever she dropped the club, the game was paused while the point-scorer punched her five times between her legs.

“Please, no-!”

WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.

Given her suspension, the most force was to be applied by punching downward against her crotch, but sometimes her swollen clitoris proved too tempting a target and a more diagonal blow was called for.

“Awwhhh-! Awhhh! Oh...!”

Whoever won the game got to take her first.

Park took the club and put it between her teeth again, giving her a push to resume her swinging.

The score was 3-5, advantage DeVries. They were playing to ten.

THUD.

“Hhh-hhh-hhh...”


20:17

“Ahh-ha-ha-haaaa!”

No, Brauer decided, zapping Lara with a taser while Gamble was inside her was not a good idea; skin was just too conductive.

But, in fairness, it had been Gamble's idea.


20:59

The possibilities for torture inherent in a toothpick were obvious. The fringed plastic coating that went on ends of the kinds of toothpicks frequently used on sandwiches didn't appear to make them any more threatening.

Unless you inserted them into a woman's urethra and spun them.

“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I-!”

Yes, she told Rojas, she would wrap her legs around him as he fucked her. Yes, she would beg to be fucked harder, no matter how much it hurt.

D'Amberline had brought a ping-pong paddle from the rec room, and he wanted to put his knees on her hands and take it to her breasts while Rojas fucked her?

Oh, God...

“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-!”

Yes, he should do that. Yes, her big, slutty tits deserved further punishment. Whatever he wanted. Whatever they wanted. Hurt her. Fuck her.

Just, please, take out the toothpick-!

Rojas smiled as D'Amberline pulled her arms above her head, as she winced as the weight of his knees came down on her palms. Smiled wider as he penetrated her, and her strong calves crossed across his back.

“Pull back your shoulders, puta. Ask Seňor D'Amberline to please beat your tits.”

Lara swallowed hard as Rojas pushed deep inside of her.

“...Please... beat... my... t-t-tits...”

WHACK.

He beamed at her as she sobbed. “Good puta.”


22:18

The trip to the showers was supposed to be to “clean her up”, but once Phillips, Abassi, and Zuyev got to looking at her skin, wet and shining with soap, things got a little out of hand.

Phillips and Zuyev held her, standing, tight against the wall while Abassi fucked her up the ass. Her breasts scraped against the tiles while he pounded her, the new ring in her nipple making a scratching sound as he wrenched his cock up into her bowels.

The hot water stung as it washed away the blood.

And then Zuyev took her the same way, but pushed against the wet floor, straddling her, riding her up-thrust haunches, driving into her deep and making her flesh bounce to the men's delight. Every time he seemed close to orgasm he would slow down and concentrate on penetrating her rump hard, fucking her ass deep, making her scream. Gradually he would increase his tempo again, only to have the process repeat itself.

He finally came in her hair.

She pleaded with Phillips to use her feminine passage instead, but to no avail. He pushed her face down into the drain, half-drowning her as his thrusts tore her asshole.

He rewarded her for his eventual orgasm with a slap to the back of her head.

Ten minutes more under the shower, and the blood, sweat, spit, and sperm were washed away.

But the woman they brought out of the heat of the shower couldn't stop shaking.


Day Two 00:46

“Do you want to stop?”

“No...!”

She pushed herself down on Kalivas, filling her aching vagina with his hard cock. He smiled up at her, stretching his arms above his head as she worked to pump her aching body against him.

“Well, any time you want to, let me know. Your cunt feels wonderful, but I'm in absolutely no hurry to climax. I think you could keep doing this for hours.”

How long had they been raping her? How long had it been since she had had any sleep, beyond the moments of unconsciousness granted by shock and pain? She was so tired...!

Whenever her breasts stopped bouncing, Favreau was there with his pins. Her hitching breasts already sparkled with five partially-embedded steel shafts.

“Oh, please...! Please, come...! Please... Please... no...”

She only realized her eyes had closed when the sharp point jabbed through her aureole and into the meat of her breast.

She screamed in agony, crying out all the louder as she resumed bouncing atop Kalivas, the new pin turning within her breast as she moved.


02:25

“Twenty-three...!” Lara whimpered.

“Congratulations, Binici, new record.” Abassi smiled from his position with his knee on her back.

The heavy metal chain was coiled in the Turk's hands; at least, part of it was. Part of it was sticking out of Lady Croft's anus, proffered for the treatment with a slightly-depleted sandbag stuffed underneath her hips.

How much of it would remain in his hands was another question. He forced another link between her quivering buttocks.

“Ungh-! Twenty-four... Ah! Twenty-five...!”

The burly Turk tapped the end of a link against the swollen orifice, then smiled. “I think that will do.”

“All right. Rip-cord the bitch.”

“Please- not again!”

Binici's fists tightened on the length of chain extending from her rump, and all at once, he pulled savagely back on it.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The sphincter seemed to ripple as the chain emerged, the last several links dripping crimson.

Binici dropped the chain as he contemplated the angry, spasming hole, pulling his erect cock from his pants.

“You going to want another go after me?” He inquired, face contorting slightly as he forced his cock inside the screaming woman's ass.

“Oh, certainly,” Abassi smiled. “I think we can get at least thirty links in there.”


03:50

“Ahhh! Oh God! Oh Gaw-ha-haaaa....!”

No, Brauer reflected, a latex condom was not sufficient protection to make penetrating a vulva you had just sprayed with pepper spray a good idea.

But in fairness, it had been Collins's idea.


05:10

It had been maybe five minutes since anyone had touched her. She had fallen asleep, arms suspended in her chains, twice in that time, jerking awake both times, terrified of what might be coming next.

For the moment, the room was empty. She wondered who was supposed to be on shift. An inventory of pain made each possibility seem worse than the last. Each hurt inside her said, I couldn't take any more of that even knowing that what she could take was irrelevant in the face of what she would bear.

She was about to nod for the third time when the door at the back slid open, and the man with the bandaged crotch crept into the room.

Oh, no.

“Buenos dias, you fucking cunt.”

Ramos.

-TO BE CONTINUED-