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162table, and holding the demon-head tipped spikes, was pushing them through her knickers and straight through her clitoris, carrying on until her hand was empty. All eight of them had been forced so far in, only the laughing metal demon heads remained, completely covering the surface of her clitoris. She orgasmed unseen and in silence behind the two men.Alan left the skewers in Gyro%u2019s bound and bleeding breasts, and gripped the two metal rails either side of her. He whispered in her ear, %u201cI enjoyed that. I hope you did too. I did it as the pain you are now suffering will turn into bliss the moment you orgasm. I%u2019m gong to fuck you now harder and stronger than anything you have ever known before, and I will totally fill your cunt with my sperm in this one session,%u201dHe dragged himself all the way in until the whole length of his cock disappeared inside her. He pushed his arms against the metal rods, moving his body back over her stomach, bringing half his cock sliding out and then pulled himself with such force back into her, that the slap of his stomach at the base of his shaft hitting her open vagina, was so loud it echoed back and forwards off all of the walls of the basement. There was a restraint behind Caroline%u2019s head forcing her head to look downward to stare at the sliding shaft, so her head couldn't shake or nod with the impact of his thrust. Everything about her stayed fixed. If it wasn%u2019t for the tears falling through the eyeholes of the mask, Alan could be thought to be fucking a corpse, she was so inert, and unable to gyrate, like she normally always did; she was unable to respond in any way. Her arms, too, looked dislocated as they were twisted up behind her back and bound all the way up to a single metal pole with steel wire, her hands impossibly bound together on twisted arms as if she were praying behind her back, begging God%u2014not merely to release her from the torture device%u2014but her from the pain-racked body.The legless Alan was building up to ever forceful slamming into her, and keeping a quickening but constant pace, sending out echoes from the slapping so loud and fast it seemed to the onlookers that a Scottish Army band drummer was present and drumming out a tattoo. The Undertaker