Thread: Male Rape Camp (with CougarGirl)

The women stared at each other in amazement. It was Mary who spoke first. As a doctor, I must protest. The serjeant has probably been injured by that ring and needs an immediate physical examination. Yes, Althia added quickly, and a psychological appraisal as well to see what mental damage has been done. This was supposed to prepare him for what might happen, not to incapacitate him mentally and physically. I do see your points of view, Wendy began to formulate what she would later put into her report. Sergeant Petersen will certainly receive the best medical attention and any counselling he may require. But I have to remind you that the mission must go ahead, and it must be led by someone who has been fully prepared for what may happen. Let me remind you, she added sternly, of how resilient human beings are, as yesterdays events at the hotel testify. Neither Althia nor Mary missed the point of that remark. Nevertheless, Mary was not to be put off, I am sure we can all agree that this programme can be brought to a conclusion. After what has just happened, the final stage is surely redundant now. No, Wendy cut in over Althias attempt to agree. I cannot agree to that. The final stage, as you both know and both agreed to, is the most realistic. Nothing that just happened can be equivalent to that. The women looked at the monitor to see Mike being supported by paramedics as he was led away for medical assessment. Right, Wendy snapped, in no mood for argument, thats it for today. Back tomorrow at 09.00 sharp to see the final stage unfold. She rose and walked out of the room, leaving Mary and Althia staring after her. An hour later, Wendy knocked on the door of Marys hotel room. As it began to open, she pushed hard, sending Mary spinning across the room to land on her bed. Wendy was on her in an instant, sitting astride her with her hands pulling at her hair. Bitch, she spat her. I want the recording you made. Marys laugh was cut short by a hard backhanded slap across her face. Dont piss me about, Wendy continued coldly. You know you recorded what you did to me and I know you did. I want it deleted. Mary glared back, a large red patch on her right cheek. Listen, sweetie, Wendys face was down close to Marys, you think you can cause me embarrassment with that recording, you may even ruin my career. But just remember, it can cause you trouble too. You wont keep your medical licence after what it shows. And, Wendys spittle splattered Marys face, I can do something else. I can rearrange that cute little face in ways that will make you throw up every time you look in the mirror. She climbed off Mary and stood menacingly over her. Visibly shaken, Mary slid off the bed and backed away. Wendy followed her, pushing her into the wall and ramming a rock hard fist into her stomach. Mary grunted and looked around frantically for something to defend herself with, but there was nothing within her reach. Another punch landed on the same spot and sent Mary to the floor in a heap. Wendy grabbed a fistful of hair, pulled her head up and drew her fist back. OK, OK, Ill delete, just dont hit me again. Wendy hovered over Mary as she showed her where the recording was stored and deleted it permanently from the hard drive. Satisfied now? she asked sarcastically. The answer came in an uppercut to her jaw that knocked her out cold. Wendy rummaged through Marys drawers until she found what she was looking for. When she had finished, she snapped a quick photo and stood back laughing. A quarter of an hour later, Mary came round to find a long red dildo stuck up her ass.