"Yes, we are. The world of strangers is watching. You don't seem to be enjoying my wife's ass." Sue never said she fantasized about rough sex against her will. If that's another lie, it's biting her on the ass, and tits, this very moment! "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I am. And I'm afraid your wife is enjoying this too much for my sake. Let's ask her. Ohh, she can't answer with a cock in her mouth. JFK's grunts say she's actively sucking his dick. Damn! I don't want her enjoying this! Maybe it's time for Bush's big dick to split her open. What do you say folks? Listen up lady. Before we're done, we're gonna spray cum all over and in you. I promise, we're gonna soak your expensive suit, your hair, your bowls, your cunt and your throat with it. SHIT! That's not bothering her either!"
His rage was still building, fueled by her lack of suffering. I have to get her out of there. "Even if her pussy were dry, and we see it's not, that's not punishment to her. She's aroused and so enjoys some pain. You can leave her punishment to me. I know how..."
"That wouldn't be very satisfying to us, would it? No, we'll fuck her for a few hours on the inet and then embarrass and hopefully disgust her. She has 68,000 viewers now and I expect that at least to triple before we're done. When our balls are dried out, we're gonna shit on every hole she has. Especially her mouth. Hey, cunt, do you think you'll enjoy being smeared in shit and forced to eat some?" Sue gagged at the thought. One of my guests ran from the room, retching. NOW he was getting to her. I couldn't tell if he were serious, but the threat alone was effective.
"Please don't shit on me, please. I promise I'll have to puke all over you. I can't stop that. If yo... " [gmmmmp]. Nixon shoved his crooked dick down her throat to shut her up. Her terrified expression pleased him. It may be hours before we know if he truly intends to smear my wife in fresh scat. I have to keep reminding myself that so far, except for the blood, she isn't doing anything she hasn't done or wanted before. Sure that's rationalizing, but I can't cope with this and my rage without it. I quietly scribbled a note and slipped it to Lee.
"Call FBI. Give them URL and explain it all. They only have a few hours to trace the site. I'll stall them."
"She seems too comfortable. Watch this!" He produced two medium roach clips and snapped them loudly near the web cam. No one wanted to watch the cruelty. I felt sickened, but I at least HAD to keep watching. Nixon pulled her back up by her nipples and flounced her small tits. He snapped the clips by her nose and she winced at the threat. Her perfect nipples were standing tall, perfect targets. He pinched a clip and poised it around a nipple. Sue and all who were still watching inhaled sharply at the imminent pain. He let it SNAP closed on her precious, sensitive nipple! She screamed, and I grit my teeth. Two more crimson drops of blood slowly slid down the clips. He laughed and took too much delight in Sue's pain. When she quieted and adjusted to the clamp, he twisted it and sent huge bolts of fresh pain echoing throughout her body and causing her to scream again. "Well, that's more like it!" The bastard!
Too soon, the raw nipple ceased giving him the satisfaction he wanted. Rather than attack her remaining nipple, he pushed the other clamp into her nose, around the central divider. He knew that would be nearly as painful as a nipple. Sue howled in pain and her tears immediately flowed heavily. The maniac laughed again and I couldn't distract him. He has to pay for this cruelty. The other presidents were getting impatient, but he wasn't done yet. Nixon twisted the nasal clamp to renew Sue's agony.
"Just one more little pleasure for me." There were several painful sites left for him to exploit. I was afraid for Sue. He
dragged
the nasal clamp out and snapped it. As he shoved three fingers harshly into her suffering pussy, he asked "How are we doing down here? Not very wet now, are you?" He licked those fingers clean, then snapped the clamp against her thigh. Against all hope, he did plan to abuse her clit with it. I felt faint at the thought. My knees buckled and I had to sit again before I fell. "Take a deep breath, bitch. Here it comes."
"NNO! NO, don't, please. I never hurt you like this." Those were her last words before he insanely snapped the roach clip onto her tender, swollen, vulnerable clit. Her agonized screech ended abruptly when she passed out. I was grateful for that, but still nauseated. Lee gave me a discreet 'thumbs up' and I understood that the F.B.I. was tracing the inet feed.
"Hey, Nixon! It looks like you've made your point. She's never again going to disrespect anyone as she did with you. She's learned her lesson. Why don't you drop her somewhere now, while she's down? We'll all take all this as a wake-up call and you can disappear. OK?" Worth a try, but I had little hope. He ignored me and slapped her face hard. No response. He wound up and swung again at her delicate face, leaving a deep, pale, full hand print. Her head snapped around, but she still didn't wake.
"You better check her fucking pulse, asshole. If she's dead, I'll shred your skin off you before I let you die painfully. Check it NOW!"
"Chill out. She's fine. Look. You can see her chest rising. He held a nipple firmly at the peak of her inflation. "There! Can you all see her tiny tits pull away as she BREATHES?" It was true. Except for her cerise nipples turning pale, she looked pacific. More so than I'd seen her all night. I'll give her ten minutes to rest." The inet image froze and he stopped responding. Lee said the FBI narrowed the feed to within fifty miles and they expected to find them within twenty minutes after they resumed uploads. The FBI had arrived and confirmed that I was still recording the entire incident.
Ten minutes later, the image on the site changed back to a live feed. Tricky Dick piped up immediately. "Welcome back world. Bush, show them what our little subway slut has been up to in the last few minutes." The camera zoomed out from an unrecognizable white blur. As it struggled to auto focus, we could see flesh pressed to flesh. Sue's leg was pointed sharply skyward, but rotated jerkily toward her ears. We saw the edges of her swollen pussy and wet, curly auburn hairs. A second later the nine of us left from the party, plus two FBI agents, watched a stiff, ugly dick pummeling my wife's abused snatch. Nixon's hairy leg and scarred scrotum came into view. The camera left the joining of their thighs and moved up her soft abs until it zoomed back enough to show us the rest of the scene. JFK was fucking her mouth roughly and obviously sliding his long cock down her throat. She helped guide it and seemed to be enjoying the strange dick. FDR was grunting as she pulled his pecker eagerly. He put his hand over hers and shot several spurts onto her face, then tits. When he let go, she held on and directed more cum onto her right nipple.
The male FBI agent squinted at me and wondered aloud if this were consensual since she seemed to be participating freely and enjoying the acts. I wondered too, but the viciousness of the earlier acts contradicted us. "I think she's playing along, trying to give them what they want."
"That's what I thought too, but she isn't that dumb. She KNOWS they don't just want sex. They want revenge and her cooperating is going to work against her. You haven't seen the rage Nixon showed before you got here."
