Page 57 of Kidnapped By the Beast
None of them looked like they would be fun to wear.
Lexi’s stomach turned and she felt sick. What are the two Terian officers going to do to her in here? Whatever it was, she was sure she wouldn’t like it.
This isn’t punishment—it’s torture dressed up as justice! she thought grimly. But there didn’t seem to be any way to get away.
One of the officers reached for a metal device that looked like something from a museum about Medieval torture devices—a heavy chastity belt forged of iron. He set it on the table with a metallic clank that made Lexi go cold all over.
“What…what the Hell is that?” she breathed as she examined it.
The belt was a contraption of curved metal bands, designed to lock around her waist. Two other curving metal straps hung down in the front and back. At their intersection, protruding from the crotch panel, jutted a thick iron dildo.
Lexi eyed it in horror.
The shaft was long and blunt, covered in cruel nubs—knobs and bumps that were not rounded for pleasure but jagged enough to rub tender flesh raw.
She stumbled back, shaking her head.
“No. No way. You can’t?—”
The officers didn’t answer. One seized her arms, forcing her chest flat against the cold table, while the other kicked her legs apart.
“Be still!” one of them ordered, holding her down.
But Lexi couldn’t hold still. She writhed, panic surging up her throat like bile.
“Stop! No—don’t do this to me!”
“If you don’t hold still,” the one at her back growled, “We’ll use this instead.”
His partner lifted another device from the rack and Lexi’s blood went cold.
The new dildo was twice the size of the first, its thick length bristling with short, sharp spikes. Each one gleamed under the lamplight, promising unrelenting agony.
Lexi froze, terror rooting her in place.
If they shove that inside me, I’ll be torn apart. I won’t survive it!
She trembled violently but stopped struggling, too afraid of the spiked monstrosity to fight any more.
“That’s better,” the officer holding her down muttered. And then, without warning, he lifted her skirt and forced the rough dildo up inside her.
Lexi bit down on her lip until she tasted blood. The intrusion was brutal—stretching her too far, the cruel nubs scraping her insides raw. There was no preparation…no gentleness…not even any lubrication.
Tears burned her eyes.
Oh God, it hurts…hurts so much!
This was nothing like what happened with Dr. Brandt during the milking sessions. The big Kindred was always careful with her—always made sure to take things slowly. He touched her like she mattered and made her feel good when he did. It was nothing like this vile pain and humiliation she was feeling now at the hands of the Terian officers.
The two males clearly didn’t care that she was in pain—or maybe they were glad she was. The iron belt snapped closed around her waist, the cold bands biting into her hips to hold the studded iron dildo in place. The locks clicked shut and Lexi realized the device was now part of her body—an immovable weight around and inside her.
When they yanked her upright, the dildo shifted, grinding against her tender inner walls mercilessly. Every step was agony—the rough nubs digging deeper—a constant reminder of her humiliation.
Lexi bit her lip again, tasting blood.
Don’t cry. Don’t let them see you break, she told herself. Don’t give them the satisfaction, the bastards!
Her throat ached with the effort, but she swallowed her sobs as they marched her outside, each step a painful nightmare as the torture device inside her shifted with her gait.
