The Bridge -- Chapter Thirteen -- Holly's Torment Continues
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All sexually active characters are eighteen years of age or older.
This work will, at times, contain instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, lesbianism, romance and affection. There is also threats of Non-consensual sex, violence, some Dominance and submission, and a fair amount of heroism and family love and fun.
This chapter, given its contents, is in the NonConsent/Reluctance category. This story has been in the Romance category, the Lesbian Sex and Interracial categories, where it could also have been posted, and will probably move around if it progresses. Which it will do if enough people like it. There is plenty of sex in this chapter, At times, there will be more orgasms, and some pretty rough sex.
Holly's Torment Continues
Duane and I were watching the feed when the screen went blank. It didn't disconnect. It went black. And then another screen came on. It had a title: 'Beat That Bitch.' The title screen ran for about ten minutes. We could hear sounds in the background. Like pushing and scraping, and a little banging. The suspense had my skin crawling. Again, I was pacing in that tiny little room.
The title screen evaporated, and there was Holly strung out in the middle of that same room. Her wrists had leather cuffs on them and were chained to hooks in the ceiling. Likewise, her legs were chained to recessed hooks in the floor. She looked like a piece of meat they hung up to be butchered. And there was no doubt, whether it's Peace Dunbar or someone else, the person or persons who will be working her over are some pretty mean varmints.
The men who had come to fuck her never left; they were still there along the perimeter. Like the bed that had been pushed to a corner. Duane made sure to capture their faces for future disposition. But the center of attention would be Holly. The cameras would be looking at her, and not much else. I guess those men figured that whenever the show was over, they would have their turn. So, they waited, and they watched.
Two people, a man and a woman, entered the room and moved immediately to the center where Holly was hanging. They walked around her and looked her up and down. They poked and prodded her a little and then they moved back from her and the man, who had two floggers, went about turning her cute little pink ass bright red, which he followed by doing the same thing to her back, thighs and breasts. The woman pulled out a whip that must have been eight feet long. Scary shit. She snapped it a couple of times across the room and then she wrapped it around Holly to the sound of 'crack' and that made her jump. But just a little. Then she proceeded to make Holly dance in place, even though her legs were spread and loosely chained to the floor.
This went on for over an hour, with the man and woman taking turns laying licks on Holly. By the time they stopped, she just hung there, looking dead. In fact, for half an hour after that, she did not make a move. Then suddenly, she gasped out loud, and she came to life. She looked around and the men started stripping down and approaching her. "Nooooooooo," she yelled out. "Please, no more. Pleeeease." But her cries came in vain. As before, they were relentless; one by one and two by two, as she hung there.
I couldn't watch anymore, so I turned my back and walked from the video conference room into the office. I sat down at my desk and Duane shut down the feed and followed me, sitting down at the chair on the other side of my desk.
"Ya know, Hannah, we have to be very careful about when Holly gets home. We cannot let the kids see her. It's going to be frightening, if we don't have a chance to clean her up in some way first. It's going to be very hard on Celeste, but as the oldest of the kids and Holly's natural child, she will bear the brunt of what's coming."
"You're right, Duane. We'll know Holly's every move because of that chip Aurelia had planted in her. I think when she gets close to home, we should intercept the car she is in and instead of bringing her into the house, we take her right to the hospital, and I can have one of the guys pick up her GYN and meet her there. We just have to stall Celeste until we see what kind of shape we can get Holly into."
"Brilliant. I'll call the Hospital in Paoli and schedule an emergent GYN admission with severe trauma. Chester County is closer, but Paoli is the best Trauma Center this side of Philly. It's also closer to where we live. Then I'll call the doctor and let her know someone is coming for her."
"Okay. I'll tend to the tracking and interception of the vehicle, so they never make it to the house. Excuse me while I tend to that right now."
"Go. I think somebody should stay here though to foresee any new moves."
"Right. Once I've got the intercept set, I'll be right back up. I don't want you to have to go through this part alone."
"Oh. Which part is that?"
"The part where you are waiting for it to end, wondering who is going to show up when it does."
"Oh, I'm definitely there."
"I can see it, Hannah, and I raise my hand to God that it will end, and we will win the day."
He was so serious, so powerful. That must be his game face he was wearing, because he seemed ready to go to war. He ran down the stairs, two at a time, and I jumped right on the phone. I called Dr. Rubin, who we have a concierge service with, and she said that she had privileges at Paoli and she would drive herself to the hospital to be certain to be there when Holly arrives. With the expectation she does arrive. She said that she would call ahead to the hospital and arrange admissions and be prepared to give her a full examination.
The kids were very under control. It was cold, wet and windy today, so we stayed inside and the kids played with their toys and communicated with their friends using their tablets, all under Lizzie and Aggie's watchful eyes.
I looked down at my supercell and it said five after three. That's when the blank screen came back on, and Holly was no longer hanging from the ceiling. The two men from before were dragging her into the bathroom, and they threw her into the shower stall. And then they did the grossest thing I think I've ever seen. They took their shlongs out and pissed all over Holly. She had one hand up trying to shield herself, but one by one, men came in and pulled it out and let it fly. After about five minutes of this, the screen again went blank, and it never came back on again.
"Hannah, are you okay?"
"They pee'd on her. They took their cocks out and pissed all over Holly. Then the screen went blank."
"I expected that."
"Oh? What's up?"
"Snowflake is on the move."
"She's outta there and heading home?"
"We hope and expect. Nothing the direction they are going in tells us otherwise."
"I've spoken to the doctor and she will be at the hospital waiting. She said she lives twenty minutes away, and they know her well."
I wanted no resistance to my coming with him to the hospital and let him know about it.
"I'm coming with you, Duane. As soon as we have Holly, I want her in my arms. And I'm her first medical care contact."
"Bring a change of clothes. You're gonna stink to high heaven after she's been pissed on."
"Good idea. I'm gonna throw some things in a bag anyway, for her and me. If she's gonna be in the hospital, I should be with her. She's my wife."
