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Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

When Oliva began to crawl up against the wall, Anton knew this would be difficult. And fun. The fact she was resisting gave him a sensation of nervous excitement as he let the whip uncoil and stretch out along the floor. She was screaming and protesting his command but it didn't matter. Soon that annoying sound of dissent would be transformed into the willing pleas of desire, and the transition sound of pain was no less satisfactory either. To silence her, he gave the whip a brief flick of his arm, causing it to snap and crack out fiercely against the metal floor beneath them. The room echoed with its lashing sound before settling into silence. Very well. There are other means of...persuasion in getting what you want. You are clearly a curious young lady and should not be denied these alternatives. Without hesitation, he raised his arm high before bringing it down harshly towards her cowering figure, causing the end of the whip to lash out painfully against her arm. CRACK! Smiling at the result and feeling himself grow aroused, he brought his arm back again before whipping it once more toward her cradled position. CRACK! This time against her leg. CRACK! Her breast. CRACK! Her ribs. Her stomach. Her thigh again. CRACK! CRACK! Angry red welts and cuts were beginning to criss-cross her body, but still Anton did not let up. You... CRACK! ...will... CRACK! ...obey... CRACK! ...me... CRACK! ...in every.... CRACK! ...way! CRACK! He screamed between lashes, feeling his confidence and arrogance rise as he punished his disobedient slave. Breaking her was half the fun. Once thirty lashes had been complete, Anton withdrew his arm and took a moment to compose himself before striding over to Oliva. He nudged her harshly with his foot, prodding her whipped body. I won't ask again. This time you not only present to me your ass, but also reconfirm that you will obey me from now on. Or there'll be more where this came from. He finished with a snarl, leaning over her to engulf her vision with only him.
Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

The crack of the whip made Olivia jump and her heart had skipped a few beats...she started to perspire again and just knowing what could be next, that this man might actually abuse her with this object was something that she was having difficulty processing. Olivia knew how women were being used and abused in all corners of the world, but here back in her own country, here, right here, how could people like this sicko-man exist she thought to herself. When she felt the first crack land on her arm, a searing pain ran through her body. Olivia yelled out and grabbed at the floor with her fingers, as if that would some how help, but it was merely an involuntary response. The same thing happened when the whip landed on her thigh. She outstretched her leg as if that when somehow protect her from pain. But, unfortunately, as the whips came raining down on her, Olivia's body convulsed, she screamed loudly, but to no avail. This sicko-man only got angrier and angrier with each crack of the whip. Now, she could taste the metal from the floor, her mouth agape, even gnawing as the whip landed on her body. After being punished in such a gruesome manner her body lay there, lifeless. Breathing heavily Olivia could feel the pain of the welts growing. Her body sizzled in that pain. When she felt his foot and being told to do as this sicko-man wanted, Olivia's mind raised a white flag. She couldn't possibly go up against him. She could plead with him. She could try to escape if the moment presented itself. But, after being whipped as he had done to her, well Olivia knew that she was physically outmatched. If not the whip, she would be at the end of his slap or dare she imagine him punching her or even worse, killing her with his bare hands. So, she capitulated at least for the time being. In a very scared sounding, her voice now slightly scratchy... I nervous pause I will nervous pause obey nervous pause you. Olivia could see his cock hanging from his body. It was unmistakably huge in a grotesque way. She hated to think what was about to happen. As she slowly moved her body in place. Olivia could feel the searing pain from the whip on her body and she moaned into the metal floor. She knew if she didn't push her ass upwards, it would only anger him,so she did just that. Olivia never thought much of her ass, she didn't real have a nice curvaceous derriere, far from it. But she did have a small crack and she did have an anus like everyone else. Olivia, could not believe that this sicko-man was going to sodomize her. Again, she found that she could not cry, thinking that that might make this sicko-man feel sorry for her and what he was about to do, but she could only close her eyes tightly and hope that this would be over soon.
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Very good, very good. Anton said, nodding in approval as Olivia slowly stated the required declaration. Getting her to say it was one thing, getting her to believe and act it out with enthusiasm was another. But that would come in time, among other things. Licking his lips with satisfaction as he turned around presented her unspectacular rump, he began to coil up with whip and set it aside as he prepared for the main course. A new type of screaming and whimpering would soon fill the room and one that he looked forward to with much anticipation. But she did not cry though, not yet. That of course would come later and the image only added to his own arousal. Dr. Anton Radke moved to position himself behind the poor girl and crouched slowly onto his knees. Without warning, he brought both his hands to either side of her hips and yanked her body back harshly towards his own. Don't worry little dove, you'll soon be in a world of bliss. He mocked from behind, letting a hand trail slowly up the curve of her back to where her dark hair lay in strands about her. He gathered up a handful of her locks before curling it up tightly into a fist, yanking back to raise her head from the floor and towards the wall. He wanted to hear her scream. With his other hand, he took hold of his well-endowed cock as he moved up behind her. He held his breath as he began to rub the bulbous head of it against her dry slit, not aiming for her anal but for her pussy instead. He wanted a taste, now, and he had desired it for a long time. He watched to see her reaction, letting her slowly feel the size and girth of it as he continually rubbed it up and down her entrance. How does it feel? He asked, wanting to gauge just how submissive she might be, Is it to your liking? Of course it is. This is all you dream about. Giving a chuckle, Anton yanked back harder on her hair before grunting and pushing himself in. He raised his eyes to look at the back of her head when he felt his head gain traction and without further remorse or consideration, pushed himself deeply in with a slow, casual approach. Let her feel every inch entering her body, fully impaling her upon it. She would become accustomed to the length in time but for now, it was straight to business. He laughed as he slapped her ass, withdrawing his hips just a little before driving in once more. Soon the pace began to increase and more and more of him was leaving and thrusting back in, albeit with greater intensity and force.
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Somehow, like a sixth sense, she could feel his evilness coming off of him and she was sickened by a man such as he. All she could see in her mind was this sicko-man dead dead from a bullet - from a gun that she had pulled the trigger. Look at you Olivia, just look at you, she thought to herself, your just as bad as he is, just as evil. There must be some good in him. He was once a boy, someone's son. He must have been good then, right? The thought of any good in this man eroded quickly when he pulled on her hair..... OWWwwwww - aiiiigggghhhh!!!!!!!!!! Olivia felt her head snap back and her arms dangled, her fingers, just barely hovering above the metal floor. The pain was excruciating, she felt like her hair, and the thick shell of skin was going to separate from her head. She wanted to yell out again as she felt the girth of his penis rubbing up and down along the folds of her labia. Then she felt the head of his cock. Olivia wanted to protest and plead with him, but he spoke aloud, telling her how his enormous cock would be to her liking and such. Even in this compromising situation Olivia thought to herself, Just like a man to be chauvinistic and think he knows what's best for me. Then he pulled hard again on her hair. The front of her body hung out in the air and her eyes were directed up at the ceiling of the room. She yelled out in a short, desperate plea.... Noooooooo!!! Of course, her plea was a waste of her breath. Olivia felt his cock enter her slowly. With each passing inch her face changed drastically - her eves were wide open, her nostrils flared outward, her mouth was agape and she lost all speech. Even the pain from being held up in the air by her hair, became secondary to what she felt inside of her. Olivia had not had many men up to this point, and even less that she actually went to bed with and made love to, so feeling his dick inside of her, as ugly as the circumstance was, it somehow felt good. Olivia did everything in her power not to give him any satisfaction. She tried so hard to remain silent, but then there were the slaps to her ass. She could both hear and feel those slaps, coupled with the rhythm of his fucking and both conspired to make her feel - good. Like holding ones breath in water, she had to come up for air. Olivia's mouth finally let out a distinct moan. it was not to loud, but the sicko-man could hear it. She knew that her moan would only encourage him. Why? She thought to herself, Why would I ever enjoy being violated like this? In this manner?
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Olivia, she supposed, could tolerate some pain, even felt as though the pain was likable, but this sicko-man, whose name she did not know as of yet went beyond her limits for pain. Her moans turned into grunts and at times she yelled out in pain. Of course, her hair being yanked upon in the manner which he was doing made it difficult to do so she had no choice but to let him use her in this manner. But the pounding, the hardness, his cock ripping her insides apart - there was nothing there but a feeling of detahment. No enjoyment. No orgasm would come of this, absolutely not. When he pulled her back, her arms now swayed upwards and she was staring into his eyes, those evil eyes of a man who had no respect for any woman - she stared, her mouth open now gasping for air as she he pushed her pelvis outward, his cock at its deepest point inside of her. She could see his face as he groaned in pleasure. Then he came inside of her. She could feel the warmth of his cum, but all she could think about was how she felt with it inside of her. Olivia wanted his cum - all of it, every drop outside of her pussy. The sicko-man let her drop to the cold metal floor and pain was not only all over her ass, but her pussy, her pelvis, her head - all parts of her body were very pained. She wanted no more of it. She wanted to die at this moment. She wished he would just kill her, but he then spoke of her alterations, of his plans. Why? she thought to herself, Why, so he can do this to me again? Olivia watched him get dressed and all she could think about was how much she despised him. How she wanted to kill him if she could. Then he spoke. Sicko-man said Thank me for what I just did. Click to expand... Olivia witnessed his next move, which was the whip. She was angry and scared and now confused. How could she possibly thank him? She thought. What, for raping me, the son-of-a bitch? He should be dead and rot in hell. This is what she wanted to say. But she was too much of a coward or so she thought. As she sat up, something washed over her and she decided instead to load up in her mouth a good amount of saliva, and Olivia pushed her self forward and spat on him - her saliva attaching itself from his shirt to his pants. Then she started to pull herself quickly back toward the corner of the small room and knew what the consequences could be. What had she done? she thought. Panicked, she shook her head, her left arm outreached and waving to gesture no in desperation. All she could say was, No - no! I, I didn't mean to - Then Olivia looked into this sicko-man's eyes and had to deal with his rain of terror once more...
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Anton waited patiently for Olivia to complete his orders, slowly moving his hands in a circular motion as they unwrapped the coils of the whip. He did not expect her to so blatantly refuse, spitting at him before retreating to the corner. Strangely, it did not surprise or shock him in any way. It did cause him to become quite aroused, as he would get to listen to her cries of pain and despair once more. He reached down to slowly collect the spittle she had spat onto his clothes and flicked it off as best he could. Then he raised his eyes back to Olivia, and they were emotionless. You'll pay for that. Anton said, before jerking his arm and snapping the whip out to its full length once more. No, a session of whipping wouldn't be sufficient. She needed to be proper taught what it meant to disobey him. He envisioned doing all sorts of cruel acts to her, from sticking her in depraving sex machines to old-fashioned rack torture, there was nothing he couldn't conceit. With the raise of an arm, he began to lash out viciously at her, showing no restraint in his actions. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! It went on, endlessly, until Anton's very arm grew tired and strained from the act. Beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead when he finished lashing Olivia's body, and not in more than one place did he leave her flesh a bloody mess. It would take quite some time to heal and repair her body to its previous state before he could begin the first stage of her genetic modifications, but that was of no consequence. He had vats and tubes for more serious injuries, but for something minor like this, it could be delegated to another nurse or helper. And there were willing members eager to serve. Olivia would be bleeding from more than a few dozen cuts and welts, but it would take her a great deal of time to die if left unattended. Such was the fury of Anton's anger and eagerness that he took little consideration for her well-being. After recoiling the whip, he strode over to Olivia and spat on her in return before reaching into his coat. Out came a small phone, on which he pressed a single digit. It's me. Yes, we have an item in cell four that needs a cleanup. Send her down, with the kit three. Yes, kit three. And then he hung over. Smiling, he looked over Olivia. They would send a girl down here with a first aid kit, but a very outdated one. Small brushes and healing alcohol, it would be a very painful recovery rather than the painless and quick healing tubes. But Olivia didn't warrant such an action. Sighing as he waited for the maid to arrive, he put down the whip and strode back to Olivia. Being a doctor, he knew a few things about medical procedure. He forced Olivia to spread herself out, stretching out some of her cuts in the meanwhile, but restricting further blood loss in some areas. What a stupid girl you are. Look what you've done to yourself. Now we'll have to get you patched up before we can continue. A waste of time and I'm already behind schedule. Now we are going to have to work into the night.
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Olivia wasn't sure what scared her more, when he stood emotionless or when he was animated and showed his physicality such as cracking the whip on her. Olivia was beaten down to nothing - flattened by his hand. The whoosh then followed by the crack of his whip left her bloody and lifeless. Good, she thought to herself, Let him kill me. Maybe I will be in a better place God willing. Unfortunately, though, he had stopped and something told her that he was going to let her live. When he spat on her she found herself tearing. She felt so small in his presence. This sicko-man was in such control. Olivia now came to terms with her jailor her master if you will. She could not overcome this situation. She was at the end. What else could she do, especially in the condition that she was in? Olivia didn't give his phone call much thought. She just sat there, slumped over, bleeding and rubbing the welts on her scarred body. She was such a mess that she could not even look him in the eye. What next? What will he do to me? Who cares? She thought. Then he forced her body outward and she laid back, her body spread eagle and she continued to look away, too embarrassed of how she felt and what she looked like. Sicko Man said What a stupid girl you are. Look what you've done to yourself. Now we'll have to get you patched up before we can continue. A waste of time and I'm already behind schedule. Now we are going to have to work into the night. Click to expand... All Olivia could do was look away in silence and try not to imagine what it was that he was going to do to her next.
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Olivia jumped at the knock at the door, her heart racing. His look at her to stay put was well received. Oliva was scared so much that she didn't even speak. All she could do was look back at him meekly. As he opened the door, she notice the bright light filter through. Olivia stretched her neck in desperation to see who the other person was. Maybe he or she would take pity on her and take her away from this awful man. But, the door had closed almost as quickly as it had opened. The prospect of disobeying him was very real now to her, so when he demanded that she stay still, she did. The alcohol stung so severely that her hands trembled and she found herself biting her upper lip, not noticing at first that she had inflicted a wound on herself. Olivia looked down at her bloodied and patched up body and she saw a very ugly sight. She felt so very ugly and couldn't stand how she looked right now. Then this sicko man would do what became a trademark of his, he would move slowly and seem like all was good, then like a predator of some sort, like lightning he would grab at her as he was doing right now...His ruthlessness and abuse of her body seemed to know no bounds. As she stood there, her neck squeezed and her airway closing due to his strong grip on her, all Olivia could do was cough and stand there like a Raggedy Ann doll - and totally helpless. From dark to light, her eyes stung as he dragged her endlessly from one corridor to another. She felt as if she were in a hospital of sorts and everything seemed so hard, so sterile. Glass and metal and lots of florescent lighting. Then she was led into a room with this single steel bed in the center. The leather straps and the many tubes, made it look like an ominous thing that was somehow alive in Olivia's mind. She attempted to resist, but this sicko man yelled at her to moved and literally pushed her down onto the bed. Straps were pulled from everywhere, her head, her chest, her stomach, her arms and legs, her wrists and ankles all tied down and she was now immobile and scared once again. And then came the tubes. Oh my God those tubes. Her mouth had one and it filled completely, as if she were forced to suck on some massive cock. And, one in her pussy - again she felt so invaded and so helpless. Then her areolae were covered by the tubes an so were many parts of her body. But then, her eyes widened when this contraption above her turned on and these tentacles came out with its sharp needle-like protrusions. All Olivia could do was scream loudly into the tube that filled her mouth, but it came out as a muffled tone. Olivia was frightened as to what could possibly happened next, She shut her eyes and started to pray.
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Anton didn't know whether Olivia was trying to speak to him or not, for the tube in her mouth muffled whatever it was she was trying to say. Regardless, Anton didn't care at all. This next part was a process he designed personally, perfected over the course of many trials and unfortunate test subjects. Thankfully, it had finally been improved to the point where fatalities were no longer the norm and the alterations could be accepted by the body. Everything he had connected to her body was for a purpose, and Anton thought it was considerate at least to share that information with her. The sockets connected to your breasts will help grow and nurture them to a more appealing size. You'll feel some soreness, especially in your lower back region, but that is only natural. The wires around your abdomen and arms are sensory inputs. They are going to make your nerves a lot more sensitive to certain impulses, such as pleasure and pain. Think of being on recreational drugs almost all the time, without the dizziness or addiction after effects. Also, they are going to alter your hormones as well. I'll let you guess at what's going to change there. The wires attached to your thighs and rear serve a different purpose though. The same nerves inside your vagina that make you feel pleasurable are now being replicated inside your anal. In a sense, you'll be able to experience orgasms when being fucked through your rear, which will become one of your favorite activities in due time. They will also act in the same manner as those connected to your breasts, where they will help nurture the muscle mass in your upper thighs and hips and make them firmer and more curvy. The machine above you won't be used today unfortunately. I haven't decided what I want to do to you with it. Now, the tube inserted into your pussy and mouth? Those are specially for you, my dear. You see, they are dildos in a sense, but specially designed ones. The one inserted inside your pussy has small membranes across its surface designed to suck and absorb your juices. The one inside your mouth has the same membranes, but in reverse. They emit liquids. What liquids you might be thinking? The very same coming from your pussy. Enjoy yourself now, as you'll be strapped to that table for some hours as the drugs and alterations take root. Have fun now! With a short laugh, Anton pressed the enter key on his computer and the a slow whining noise was heard before a series of shocks rattled across Olivia's body. The phalluses in her mouth and pussy began to thrust at a slow pace, causing her body to squirm as it was pinned against the bed. The wire ends and sockets heated up and a strange, cool feeling flushed throughout her breasts as they went numb. At the mircoscopic level, the process was altering her genes at the basic level, programming her body little by little to become more suitable to his needs. It would take a few days for her breasts to be grown out but that was acceptable to Anton. Smiling, he folded his arms and watched patiently for the next hour or so as Olivia suffered and jerked. Perhaps he should call his assistant in.