| Rape ! |
| Be raped by ! |
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Now even though Pete had lost his legs, he was an imposing figure still and no one wanted to upset him. The folk in the room looked like children caught stealing candy. But Pete was cool as usual, just wheeled over next to me got out his little tweaker kit and started making lines of meth on the little tray he had on his wheelchair, just watching. Now Pete was an odd one, he still had all his parts working and hell he had plenty of offers, but all he ever did sex wise anymore was watch, and not like those horny wanckers at the sex clubs either, he watched the same way he watches those horses, or the sky, just sits and watches, calm like, as if he can see the whole of creation in the clouds, or in them horses. |
Around the time Pete started chopping lines for everyone ( Pete
Always shared ), someone found a chain choke collar someone gave
Pete for his Rott, but Pete was too soft hearted about animals
to use it on the dog, so it just sat in a closet. Now for quite
awhile now Lainie had more or less stopped putting up a real fight,
the assaults had just wore her down, for some reason when they
tried to put the collar on her she really started to struggle,
took three of em to keep her still enough. Once it was on it was
easier to drag her around. One of the stoners came out of the
garage with a set of battery charger clamps and smiled to Anita
who led the humiliated little blond over like a defeated puppy,
Lainie had no idea what was about to happen until using both ands
he opened up the powerful clamps, which luckily for Lainie were
not the sharp toothy kind, and clamped them over her long pert
tender nipples. "AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!" Lainie
Screamed anew and rolled over on her back her hands flew to her
chest but the stoner and Anita grabbed her arms and held her fast.
The Clamps were crushing her little nipples, setting her tits
on fire with pain. The look of panic on her face, of desperation
to make the pain stop, the terror was beautiful. Some of the skinheads
decided to come over and pull on the clamps, stretching her tits
out to watch her scream, they did that for awhile, then spit on
her and went to go get a beer. Anita and the stoner dragged her
by her arms over to a couch where they hauled her up on everyone's
lap so they could pull on the clamps, finger her pussy, play with
her little round ass, slap her face and spit on her, finally Anita
took off the clamps and for the next half hour or so the crowd
played "fuck Lainie with the bottle" again as the lines
were cut and passed around. Getting everyone wired was perhaps
not the best thing that could have happened for Lainie at that
time, soon after I did a couple lines it occurred to me to go
dig out the whips I had brought over from my parents place. I
have never used them around here, as I said, Pete was soft-hearted
when it came to his animals. The whips were in a long box I had
stored em all in, I just dumped em out on the floor like Christmas
treats for the crowd, Lunge whips, buggy whips, riding crops,
quirts, bullwhips, slappers, hell, a small arsenal.