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Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... Mona's shoulders, watching the show with a smile, "Do it again."

"What?" cried Chet.

Mona closed her eyes to try to filter it all out. But, every moment that passed was eternity to her paranoia. She knew if she defied Jane that her greatest fear would happen. She opened her eyes and punched again. Chet bellowed in agony and Mona felt Jane bouncing up and down laughing, "Again! Again! Haha! Keep it up!"

Mona sent a flurry of fists, her delirium keeping her within her muscle-memory. She didn't hold back consciously, driving her hard knuckles into Chet's soft testicles violently. She used his organs like a speedbag, pummeling for a minute straight, while he yelled and screaming in pain. Tears streamed down his face and he begged her to stop. Jane finally told Mona to relax, and the beating stopped.

Jane placed a wooden spoon into Mona's right hand. She sensually stroked Mona's hair, saying, "Now spank them with the spoon until I'm satisfied."

Mona looked up at Jane with horror. There's no way he'd be able to handle that--she was scared he was at his limit already. Chet was slumped over, heaving as a tired mess, sweat on his brow. He groaned, his face twitching in fear. He spoke softly, "Hey. Mona. It's okay honey. I'm tough. Don't worry about me."

She looked into his eyes, and they knew it was a lie. He was in excruciating pain, worse than he'd ever known, but all he could do to help her was be strong. Jane laughed, "Oh, yeah, they can take a beating. Check it ...

... out on the TV!"

Mona turned her gaze to see a scene of Jane laying down with her legs up, wrapped around Chet's waist as he jackhammered into her. The volume was low, but still Jane's screams of pleasure were audible. Jane chuckled, "See how hard his balls are hitting my ass there? This goes on for a while."

Chet's voice quaked, "Stop it, Jane."

Jane turned back to them, "Fine. You're eager to get going. Let's see how long that lasts after your meat gets tenderized."

Mona was signaled to start, and she launched the wooden spoon into Chet's balls. It crashed into them, the slapping sound was like a gunshot. Chet screamed in a high pitch, and in response Jane cackled and jumped in the air gleefully. The strikes continued, each one an unfathomably intense shot that made his vision blacken at the edges. Chet begged, "Stop! Oh God! Stopstopstop! It hurts! Please!"

Jane screamed out before Mona could hesitate, "Don't stop, bitch! Don't stop until I say!"

Chet's vocalizations weakened, phlegm building in his throat, until he was just gurgling. He fought everything in his body as the urge to retch overtook him. His world spun and he couldn't hear anything but the blood pounding in his ears. Finally, he heard, "Stop!"

Jane skipped around the room, surveying her victims from every angle, not sure which perspective she liked best. Chet's eyes glazed over. Mona's fingers trembled. Jane said, "Okie dokie. Let's finish off this wooden spoon gimmick. That last round was ...