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be ‘softened up’ as Jessup ordered. The fucking began with an erection in her mouth and another in her cunt. So positioned, her body was jerked this way and that with heavy hands clutching her hips and shoulders, each man unconcerned with what was going on at the other end of her body. Her two sides warred, while the frenetic movements jerked the nipple clamps until she screamed with pain. But there was no real screaming with her mouth fully engaged; a cock driven deep into her throat despite her need to gag. While forced to take the meaty erection in her mouth, at her crotch, the thick penis banged inside her pussy, sending her lower body into frenzied sexual spasms.
           After one man jetted his seed into her mouth, another man took his place. When one was finished with her pussy, there was another erection for her to satisfy with her cunt. The fucking went on until at least six men had used either her cunt or mouth and she was left dripping at both ends.
           Her dangling body was then hoisted high, a ballgag shoved between her lips, then a thick dildo thrust inside her pussy. To finish her off, another dildo was minimally greased and shoved inside her ass – strangely her ass had seen no action yet that night, which made the initial shove a shocking strain.
           “Awwwwwwaaaaaaaaaar!” She vented around the nasty gag. Attempts to fight off the anal invader were ill-conceived; they only made the burden of the dildo more difficult to withstand. While she suffered, her rapists let her wage her war against the impalement, until her body finally adjusted and she accepted the ugly prick inside her ass.
           “Give you hell, Jessup says,” some surly bastard spoke tersely in her ear, his hot breath smelling of tobacco, his body of sweat. “Jessup never lies. He will hurt you til you talk. You better think about that.”
           Hell meant sharp and painful bursts of electricity zapping her in the crotch and ass. They started slowly, just sensuous teasing, then built up fast, until she felt nothing but the jarring pain. Her spine arched with the worst of the zapping jolt, muscles straining, her mouth drooling around the gag. The treatment was repeated a dozen times until she nearly passed out.
     
    Shelby
vaguely remembered being lowered to the ground, the gag and dildos removed, and her body left alone in the cold cell. Some time later, when her eyes opened, she saw boots, Jessup’s boots.
           “Lick ‘em,” he said, shoving the toe of one boot against her mouth. Thoughtless and spent, she didn’t bother to think about the order or the consequences of not obeying. She opened her mouth, and reaching out with her tongue, lapped the leathery cowhide like a slave. Drinking in the smells of the man above her, her body reacted with shameless arousal. No! No! This was wrong! This should not be happening! But to control her emotions or her physical response felt much like grasping for an outstretched hand, only to have those rescuing fingers slip away.
           Finally Jessup stood back, peering down at her.
           “Initiation’s over, Shelby Ryan,” he said
           Then he dropped a blanket over her body and left the cell.
           She was left to her fears, and when not her fears, her memories that came flooding back to her, times she would just have soon forgotten, times these current circumstances made it easy for her to recall…
     
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           “Ms. Ryan.” The voice was crisp and efficient. She responded to it with unthinking obedience. This was what Mr. Darcy demanded, so this was what she wanted to do in order to impress him. “The report ready?” he asked.
           “Yes, sir,” and she moved back to her desk in the outer office to retrieve the report in question.
           Before she could return, his private line rang, and while he spoke to someone named Bailey on the phone, she re-entered his office and