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Sweet Revenge (Nurse x Houdini)

Mara glanced up just in time to see Dan putting together the enormous black dildo. Oh, god. She felt like a complete whore. And she wasn't a willing whore, either. It might be different if she was tipsy at a party with a bunch of guy friends back home. But instead she was cuffed to a cell wall at a police station and naked. "I want to go home," she murmured, burying her head back into her arms and hoping that they might have some shred of mercy on her.
 
Shayne gently patted her plump ass, avoiding the sticky cum that decorated some parts of it. "You can go home Mara. After tonight. I'll personally send you on the first plane back to Boston, with something good to remember me by," he explained. "Humiliation, just like you humiliated me." Dan next slid the assembled toy between her legs, rubbing at her used pussy with it, and laughing. "Don't worry, this'll be fun, anyway," he promised. "So, Shayne, you vibe her clit, and I'm going to fuck her with this," he said, nodding toward the dildo. "We'll give her some good orgasms," he explained. Shayne took the vibrator, nothing like anything he'd used before, and turning it on, noticed it made a buzzing noise. He sat on the ground next to her, leaving her rear for Dan, and slid it up along her stomach and down, searching for her clit.
 
"Ahhh!" she cried out when Shayne ran the vibrator up and down her stomach, "Please don't!" she yelled desperately, wriggling her hips and trying to buck her hips away from both the vibrator and the giant dildo. "I'm sorry!" she whimpered, finally edging closer to her final breaking point. She didn't know how much more of this she could take before she finally fell off the deep end. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she whimpered, starting to sob again.
 
Dan took control of the situation. "Come on, sexy," he pressed her. "This is nothing to be upset about. You've already came in front of us all, so what's the big deal?" he reasoned. Shayne looked up for a second, but just kept searching around, until he found a spot that made her shake and wriggle differently than all the other spots, and kept the toy anchored in place there. "If you're sorry, you can say 'thank you' after you have an orgasm," Dan instructed her. "In fact, I'm telling you now to do that." Reaching in, he spread her little petals with two fingers, and started sliding the giant toy in and out of her, while Shayne kept at her sensitive nub with the other toy, ingoring her frenzied sobs
 
She had thought that her finally apologizing might make Shayne realize what he was doing. She'd been refusing to really do that all this time, and that had maybe warranted what he'd allowed them to do to her. But now she'd apologized, she was desperate for some shred of mercy, and he wouldn't even give her that now. She cried out again when Shayne finally found her clit, but it was a different cry. It was a cry of forced pleasure. Her stomach muscles tightened and she moaned, her back arching just at the same time that Dan slid the dildo inside of her. Her used pussy gripped the dildo and she whimpered, her body was already completely taken over by the pleasure.
 
Shayne was glad when he found her clit, because she couldn't really talk anymore with all the pleasure. As long as she was only crying, moaning, or whimpering, he could deal with it, but she still knew how to dig at him with her words. "Niiiice," Dan said, nodding his head in approval, sliding the dildo in deeper and rocking it back and forth. He could tell even from the outside that her stretched pussy was throbbing, clenching at it.

Shayne, a little bored by just keeping the vibrator in place, decided to unhook her bra clasp, letting it fall to the ground and release those nice breasts, always one of his favorite among her assets. Fiddling with the toy, he turned the power up. "You gonna cum for us, soon, Mara?" Shayne asked her with a little snicker, grabbing her head with his free hand and forcing her to turn her head toward him.
 
Mara let out a louder and even more impassioned moan when Shayne turned the power up. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding themselves against the vibrator and adding even more friction to Dan's pumping the dildo in and out of her. She wasn't exactly slow to orgasm, but she usually couldn't get revved up as fast as they were doing it to her now. By the time Shayne grabbed her face and forced her to look at him she was right on the edge. Her pleasure drunken eyes stared at him for a moment before she moaned high and her pussy clenched the dildo with a death grip, her orgasm exploding from within her.
 
Shayne stared right back at her as her eyes clouded over with the feel of her forced orgasm. It was hot the way she hated this, yet her body was betraying her, grinding against the vibe, begging for more. He kept her head tilted towards his as she came, finally letting it go and beginning to stroke her hair once her moans started to wind down. Dan, at that moment, slapped Mara purposely on the part of her butt that was reddest already. "Didn't I tell you to thank us for your orgasms?" he scolded her as her ass jiggled, looking on at her juices that were oozing out a little around the thick dildo.
 
She immediately buried her face back into her arms once Shayne let go of her face. "Th-th..." she stammered, swallowing hard. She didn't want to thank them for the body shaking orgasm they'd forced on her. Had it been amazing? Yes. But totally unwanted. She wouldn't be worse without having had it. "Thank you," she whimpered, trying to pull her body away from the vibrator and the dildo again.
 
"They both stayed quiet, waiting for those forced words from her. "You're welcome, sexy," Dan answered her once she'd spit it out. They didn't let her get away and stop with just the one, though. Shayne followed her squirms and kept the vibrator up against her sensitive clit mercilessly. Dan, in turn, started sliding the dildo even deeper, jackhammering in and out, determined to give her a second orgasm. "How many orgasms do you think you should have, Mara?" he asked her as he kept pounding away.
 
"Pleeeeeeeease stooooop!" Mara cried, her voice high and sharp and extremely pained. She bucked her hips again and tried to get away from them one last time. Of course it didn't work and she was stuck with a dildo shoved deep inside of her and a vibe grating against her. Seconds orgasms were always quicker to happen than the first and her body was responding quickly. Her pussy squeezed and squeezed and squeezed the dildo as she neared her second. Then, within moments it exploded, her moans even more pained than they had been. "Th...th...." she murmured, "Thank you," she managed, thinking that they would expect that from her again.
 
A shudder ran through Shayne's body as she wriggled and moaned, peaking in a second powerful orgasm. "You're welcome again," Dan said calmly, as Shayne still kept at her ever more sensitive nub. "I think I'm going to take this dildo out for a minute, to let all your juices out," he said, noticing that it was plugging her up completely. He slid it slowly out, a plentiful amount of her juices following it. "Your pussy lips are all sagging, sexy," he observed tauntingly, pinching at one of them between his two fingers, her organ exhausted from doing all the tight squeezing. "You ready for another one now?" he asked as he pushed the dildo against her love hole again. "Turn and look at me when you answer, too."
 
Mara breathed hard as she got a tiny break between assaults. She turned her face and weakly nodded at Dan, "Y-yes," she managed, only for them to immediately go at her again. They drove her to six more agonizing orgasms. By the time they'd gotten eight orgasms out of her, Mara could barely keep her eyes open. She was so completely exhausted that she thought she would pass out even if they kept going at her. Even if one of them got behind her and started to fuck her with a real dick, she'd still fall into unconsciousness. They'd run her dry (except that she was soaking wet).
 
Shayne and Dan abused her for what seemed like forever, although really, once she got going, the orgasms came fast, one after the other. After the eighth, with Mara utterly exhausted, they finally relented, pulling out the dildo, and letting her collapse to the cold floor. Dan plunged his finger into her pussy when the dripping dildo was out, and poked it around one last time in her wetness. "Not bad, sexy," he laughed. "You’re still dripping. I can't imagine where all that juice comes from." Removing his finger, he got up and began unlocking her cuffs. "You can get dressed in a minute," Dan told her as he took the cuffs off. “But we can't have you go before the judge in the morning with cum all over you," he explained. Leaving the cell, he flipped on a light, since it was getting dark out. A minute later, he returned with a hose that he'd plugged into the utility sink in the back room and dragged out. There was no shower facility for detainees in the holding cell, but there was a drain in the center of the cell. "Stand against the back of the cell," he ordered her, pointing the hose at the exhausted girl.
 
Mara could barely stand. It took her a few moments to hoist herself up off of the ground and then she swayed dangerously. She stumbled over to the back wall of the cell and leaned against it, that was the only way she was going to be able to stand. She only half realized what Dan was about to do to her. She recognized that he had a hose and was going to spray her with it, but the fact that it would be ice cold escaped her.
 
Dan smirked and flipped on the hose, assaulting her with a steady spray of cold water. He started by aiming the nozzle at her stomach, and moved up to her breasts, the powerful stream pounding against each breast and making it flail around, before moving up to her neck, making her body move around a little as she hung onto the bars. "Head down," he ordered. "So I can spray your hair and not right at your face."
 
Mara cried out weakly when he assaulted her with the spray. She doubled over a little bit when he got her stomach and as just barely able to stand up by holding on to the bars. She whimpered when he went after her sensitive breasts and winced as it pummeled her neck. She let her head drop so he could get her hair, aware that it was going to be painful when he hit her wound that netiher Shayne nor Dan knew she had.
 
Dan let the powerful spray wash at her head, not aware that she had a wound there. After letting it pound away at her scalp for a moment, he moved back down, and sprayed her crotch, letting it attack her there for a while to wash off any 'evidence’, before getting her legs. "Turn around," he requested next, motioning a circle with his index finger. "Let’s wash off that juicy ass."
 
She whimpered, as expected, when he sprayed her head. It made it throb even more and she almost fell over from dizziness. His assault on her crotch was only a little bit strange, as her pussy was still buzzing from the million orgasms they'd forced on her. She gripped the bars tightly and turned around, leaning against them even more now as Mara waited for him to finish.
 
Dan quickly finished up with her, shooting all the dried semen off her back and butt with the high pressure stream. The water soon finished pooling down the drain, and Mara was left in the wet cell completely soaked. Shayne had rummaged through a closet and found a towel. It wasn't exactly freshly washed, but didn't seem too dirty or anything. He tossed it at Mara. "You can get dressed now," Dan told her, rolling up the hose.
 
She just barely caught the towel, and it was a good thing she did because if it had dropped to the ground it would have gotten soaked and she'd be shit out of luck. She dried off her body as best she could and then tried to towel dry her hair, but it hurt a lot. When she pulled the towel away there was a medium sized blood stain on the towel from where it had pressed against the gash in her head. She stumbled over to the opposite bench and put the towel down and got dressed. Then she stumbled back to the other bench and collapsed on it, hoping they would finally let her sleep.
 
Shayne, Dan, and Ryan were seriously tired by now themselves from all the activity, but obviously not nearly as tired and worn as Mara. They finished up the pizza, drank some soda, and talked a little, before they all started nodding off in the comfortable chairs. Shayne was going to take her to the airport after she got released in the morning, or at least that was what he was planning on for now. They all slept for a few hours, Shayne finally stirring awake in the middle of the night, the other guys still dozing.
 
She fell asleep immediately from her extreme exhaustion. Her head was buried in her arms like usual and her body was sprawled out behind her on the tiny thin bench. She had a fitful sleep and only got some of the rest she needed. To compound that, her face stung and was bruised, her head throbbed, and her pussy was sore now. She hoped that when she went home the next day she'd be able to walk well enough that no one would bug her about it and she'd just cake the concealer on her face and claim a hangover.
 
Shayne glanced over as some moonlight partially bathed his ex in its glow. He stretched out and yawned, before padding over to the cell, and sitting down on the floor outside of the cage, near where she was sleeping. Something made him want to talk to her now, even though he was still sleepy, and she seemed to be cold out. "Mara," he whispered, reaching inside and touching her cheek gently.
 
Mara's eyes fluttered open when Shayne touched her face. She narrowed her eyes at him just to try to see who it was. "Shayne?" she murmured in confusion. She lifted her head up but whimpered, her head dropping down to her arms again. She hoped that was going to go away soon, it was severely debilitating.
 
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