Breaking the Law(yer) (Duke Onyx & LataPaine)

[Duke Onyx]

WARNING: This RP will include torture, rape and other extremely nasty stuff.

As he looked down on the sleeping woman Tristan Redwood went could not help go over everything one last time. He got here in a stolen car that he was going to ditch after he had brought her back to his own van parked on the far side of the city. The alarm had been turned off and the message that she was taking a week off had been posted on various social media and a links send to several people that were sure to take advantage of the situation and spread all their DNA all over the house as they picked the place clean so the police would focus their efforts on half a dozen known criminals rather than look further..... He finally took a moment to enjoy the sight of Fiona, a wealthy, mature woman of 33 that never would have looked at a poor 18 year old boy like him. She was beautiful, and the very fact that she was way, way out of his league somehow made this even more exciting. Finally satisfied he really had thought of everything her held the chloroform cloth near her face, making sure she was out and staying out even before he pressed it over her mouth.

When Fiona finally came to she found herself and far away form the illusionary safely in her own warm bed and tied naked to a cold steel chair in what looked like a dungeon of some kind, with featureless concrete walls and surrounded on all sides by cameras. There were no windows and only a single door just behind her. Next to the chair she was bound on stood a small matching steel table with a load of bandages, a large blue vibrator and most disturbingly, a bolt cutter on it. She was not gagged. There was no need, apart from the ones that would be granted access to the hidden dark web stream no one would hear her screams. But he would need get his clients attention first. A woman like Fiona should have plenty of wealthy enemies willing to pay to watch her suffer, but men like that were bound to be suspicious, so in the end Tristan had decided send the most promising ones a sample of what they could expect to see for a modest fee of 5,000.- per episode.

Personalty he doubted he would take much pleasure in this part, and actually somewhat regretted having to mutilate his prize so soon but it was necessarily to prove he was serious and besides, taking the high and mighty lawyer down a peg or two might be worth it. He approached her silently from behind, dressed all in black and with a full face mask and dark glasses to make sure no one would be able to easily identify him. He ignored her and took the vibrator from the table and held it up, both for Fiona and the audience to see. He had examined her own sex toys before abducting her and this one was just a little bigger than the largest one he found. He gave her some time to struggle, but due to how he had tied her it was impossible for her to actually get her legs together as he switched it on and slowly pushed it all the way up her cunt. He sighed quietly to himself as he took the bolt cutter and once again held it up, opening and closing it twice in front of the camera before bringing turning back towards the helpless lawyer. Still he utterly ignored the woman's words, unmoved by threat or plea as her steeled himself and cut off her right index finger.

 

[LataPaine]

Fiona Puta moans and groans thanks to the chloroform she was made to inhale beforehand, looking as limp as a rag doll as she’s being transported from vehicle to vehicle. She barely makes a sound as she’s driven off to an unknown location, making weak little whimpers whenever he drives over bumps, or makes sharp turns. Being heavily drugged, a little saliva can be seen starting to drool from her mouth, appearing to be sleeping deeply as she’s brought to his desired location.

After an unknown amount of time passes, she starts coming to sometime after she has been stripped of her business suit. The cold metal of the chair she’s strapped to helps wake her from her deep slumber, and when she finally opens her eyes, she winces to the light shining down upon her nude form. She squints hard while her eyes struggle to adjust to the light, and as she looks around, she has a hard time understanding her currently situation. She barely even has enough time to comprehend the danger she’s in as a masked man picks up a large dildo from the table next to her, and watches as he kneels before her and brings it between her thighs.

“Who…? Who are you…? What are you domm!!!” Before she could continue asking her questions, she feels her slit being forced open. She can’t help but press her back against the chair, jerking her body against the leather straps holding her down tightly. She feels inch after inch sliding up into her dry cunt, really feeling the friction her insides are forced to accept something so thick and long. Her hazy mind can’t even focus, and as soon as it’s just the end of the dildo sticking out of her, her body goes limp once more.

“Haaah… Haaahh…. Haaahh…” She pants heavily as saliva drools from her quivering lips, looking so out of it with the chloroform still in her system. It isn’t long until she sees him pick up the bolt cutter, watching him bring it over and slides the sharp ends over her right index finger. Before she can really understand what’s happening, she feels the cutter come down upon her finger, easily tearing through bone, flesh, and tendon. “Aaaahhhh!!!” She screams out at the top of her lungs as blood spurts from the open wound, making a mess on the arm of the chair, over her leg, and onto the floor.

“Wh-What the fuck!! Aahh!!” She continues on as her nude form jerks and writhes in the seat she’s strapped to, really getting her perky breasts bouncing and jiggling for the cameras. Tears immediately power from her eyes as she sits there, sobbing and screaming in pain. Her screams would go silent for a moment as she suddenly vomits, making a chunky mess down the front of her body, and between her legs in her seat. With everything happening so quickly, her drugged up mind is barely able to keep up.

 

[Duke Onyx]

Tristan had expected to find most of his personal enjoyment in between the torture scenes. Of course all of the extreme stuff he had planned was exciting, but so was simply being able to fuck this arrogant bitch whenever he felt like it. Only now did he realize everything pales compared to having ultimate power over another human being. Unfortunately time was of the essence and he quickly cut off the Fiona’s right middle and ring fingers as well rather than savor the moment.

He gathered all the severed fingers and held them up in front of one of the cameras while playing his prerecorded message; “This is was just a preview. If you want to see how long Pinkie here lasts sign up now and get exclusive premium access to TortureTube. Real victims. Real rape. Real torture. Only on TortureTube.”

Tristan let out a satisfied sigh and put the severed fingers away. His first video might be ready for editing but now he had to hurry to control the bleeding. He applied pressure to her wounds with sterile gauzes and then unlocked the leather cuff and moved Fiona’s mutilated hand up above her head. “No need to worry Pinkie,” he said, repeating her new slave name. “You are not going to die here... Or at least not today at any rate,” he laughed before injecting her with a powerful sedative. Stitching her up for the first time would be difficult enough without being distracted by pointless struggles and screams.

When Fiona regained consciousness she was still naked, surrounded by cameras and trapped in be the same room as before, but this time she was tied down spread-eagled on what appeared to be a hospital bed. Her mouth was forcibly held open by a ring gag and felt horribly dry. By contrast most of her other holes were plugged up. That same long dildo was still shoved deep into her pussy and in addition a thick butt plug had been forced up her ass and some kind of nasty little plug had blocked her urethra as well.

Her ruined right hand was wrapped in bandages and she had been washed while she was out. All clean and ready for the next scene... And she really, really needed to go. All of the metabolic waste trapped inside of her made Fiona feel like she was about to burst.