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Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... yanked up again on her clamped nipples. Mona wailed in pain, but Jane tuned it out. Chet had finally regained his senses, and begged Jane to stop, "Please! You're hurting her!"

Jane felt spurred on by this--her torture was working. She was hurting the woman who'd stolen Chet from her, and all the while Chet was forced to reflect on his terrible decision. She let the chain fall slack, and Mona, panting to catch her breath, rolled around in pain, laying still on her side after a minute. Jane watched Mona's chest rise and fall, the motion hypnotic, and she watched her breasts. She raised her foot high. Mona's eyes were shut, but they opened when Chet screamed, "Noooo!"

Mona didn't even register that Jane's heel had slammed down onto her soft boobs, until the pain hit her. Mona screamed and bucked on the floor, but Jane bore down harder, leaning on her foot, grinding it back and forth. She opened her mouth, grinning. Chet was weeping, "Jane! Jane stop!"

Jane finished her beating by punching Mona in her lower belly. Mona coughed out saliva, wheezing in pain. Jane towered over her, watching tears roll down her pathetic face. Jane held up the shock collar remote, and said, "Hey, Mona? What setting do you think is appropriate punishment? Scale of 1 to 10?" Mona couldn't vocalize really, but she jolted up, looking to Jane with pleading eyes. She shook her head desperately, grunting in a panic. Jane nodded, "Yeah, I think a 5 is good."

She activated the collars, and both ...

... Chet and Mona jerked hard. It was only an instant, and then it was over. Chet gasped in pain, like he'd been punched--his body had locked up, and he was feeling muscular exhaustion. Mona was a wreck, weeping and flailing, seeking primal comfort. She felt helpless, weak.

Having had her fun, Jane sat Mona back onto the chair. She felt exhilarated, and sighed with her hands on her hips. Jane said, "Now, Jane. Will you be a good girl? Nod your head."

Mona didn't hesitate. She still felt the sting of the collar's prongs on her neck. She was truly broken. She cast a brief glance up at the television, which now showed Jane's face front-and-center. She was being pounded from behind by Chet, who's chest and hands were in-view. Jane was extremely vocal about her enjoyment of the situation. Mona looked back down, knowing what was going to happen. She wished, at least, Jane wouldn't say it again.

Jane dragged Mona's chair closer to Chet. Mona recoiled, turning away. It wasn't just the fear of Jane, it was her revulsion at herself. She felt disgusting, sweaty, beaten and bruised, covered in reddened shock marks, drooling, her face swollen from tears, all with her oily naked body. She was a wretch. She didn't want her beloved to see her like this. He'd already seen her lowest points. God. He'd watched this women bury batteries into her ass. She still felt them as she sat.

Chet and Mona were now about three feet away from each other, facing together. Jane knelt down in front of ...