64. Vaughn #3
Sweat was already beginning to dampen his blond hair. It beaded on his chest, and I watched him wince as he kept trying to get his hands free.
“Does that hurt?”
Lawrence tore his eyes from the room full of guards that were crowding in.
“What?”
“Your wrists. You’re wincing every time you pull down your weight. Does it hurt?”
He didn’t answer immediately. He was shifting, trying to step back as the guards glared towards him.
“What the hell is happening? George, tell them to let me go.”
I walked over, grabbing the cane. As I lifted and took in the thin rod, Lawrence jerked hard against the cuffs. The action had him crying out and nearly collapsing. I walked over, handing my phone to Theodore.
“Record. There will be record of this night. Of what happened to the men who thought they could take Penelope away from me.”
I headed back for Lawrence.
“As if I would let that happen. As if I’d let anyone take my queen.” I reared back, sending the cane whistling through the air as I connected with the side of his ribs. Skin split, sending blood racing down his side.
Whack!
“Ahhhhh!”
Lawrence’s eyes were like saucers as he tried sucking in air.
“Take her? And let them live to tell about it?”
Whack!
“Never.”
Whack!
“She”
Whack!
“Is.”
Whack!
“Mine.”
Whack!
He was panicking through his pain, jerking and searching for oxygen, but it wouldn’t come. He pushed onto his toes and caught his breath just as I reared back again.
“Did you really think Penelope would love you? That I’d let her?”
Whack!
Whack!
“Ahhh!” Lawrence choked on his scream. “S-Stop it! Stop! Enough!”
Whack!
“It’ll never be enough.” I let out a deep sound. “You say you love her.” I pointed the cane in his face as Lawrence pulled back, trying to put distance between us. “Do you love her now?”
“N-No. No, please.” He gagged, and I lowered the tip of the cane, pushing it into the split skin between two of his ribs. Muscle popped and tore under my force, and the screams became earsplitting. “Please! P-Please!”
“How easily you break. We’re only just getting started.”
I moved to the other side of his ribs, swinging with everything I had.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Lawrence’s eyes rolled back, and Elec said a word I didn’t recognize that kept him conscious. Whatever it was had Lawrence’s body spasming in the cuffs as he gagged again.
“Now you face what she did. You’re going to feel her pain.
I’m going to sit in that chair, and I’m going to watch you get raped, over and over.
And after they finish, I’m going to beat you some more.
” I held my hand out to Theodore. He handed over my phone, and I kept recording as I moved over to sit.
A guard was already walking up behind Lawrence.
“I—Cant. You can’t do this!”
“I believe I already am.”
Another came forward, forcing the gag into his mouth to keep it open wide.
They strapped it at the back of his head, despite he kept shaking it back and forth.
The guard behind him pulled Lawrence’s pajama pants down, and I held the phone up higher as lines of guards began to form in front of and behind him.
The guards positioned themselves as others stepped in, wrestling and holding Lawrence steady. The first thrust had Lawrence’s body going rigid. His fingers were white around the chains, and he was trying to find air again, going crazy. He tried his best to will it to return.
Seconds passed.
Screams finally came.
And with them… sobs.
Heart wrenching, soul-searching… sobs.
But they didn’t last. The guard in front forced his cock into Lawrence’s mouth causing him to gag. Muffled screams were followed by heaving. Blood began dripping in a slow rhythm onto the floor as the guard behind him slammed into his ass with brutal force.
“I didn’t have a choice!” George jerked against the guards that had him. “He made me. I didn’t have a choice!”
Vomit poured to the stone from Lawrence at the guard’s depth and constant assault.
It did nothing to deter the guards. Water was thrown across the floor, but I barely noticed.
I watched them push deeper. I relished in the gags and tears that left him.
The harder the guards used his ass and mouth, the faster I breathed.
They fought and tore deeper. Lawrence suffered with every thrust they violated him with.
Muffled sounds begged. Cries pleaded in their own desperation.
Cum…
It shot in Lawrence’s mouth, only for the guard to pull back and let it squirt across his face. George whimpered, jerking next to me as he continued to pull against the guards’ hold, but he had nowhere to go.
“Your turn.”
I motioned to them with my hand, turning the camera to George as they jerked and wrestled down his own pants. Guards shifted, splitting into more lines as they wrestled on his gag. Screams—Lawrences and George’s echoed around us.
Theodore’s hand settled on my shoulder in approval, and for the first time, I felt my shoulders loosen. Satisfaction wasn’t there, but I was closer to feeling it. And I needed to. I wasn’t leaving this cell until I did.