Derrio

Tortured by Derrio the Drug Dealer Part 3

Just a warning- Brutal is a good descriptor for this story. Derrio is a drug kingpin after all.

Diane had another week to heal under the watchful eye of Derrio’s physician. He only spoke Spanish, so they communicated with sign language or Jose would come translate if needed. He lived in the compound as well and she could only speculate he was here to handle the medical needs of Derrio and his men. It made sense to have someone on staff just in case a stray bullet wounded one of his men in the course of business. Going to a hospital would be out of the question after all.

The doctor was nice to her and had done a good job. Her nipples had been sewed up and, although there would be a scar, the swelling had gone down and the pain was minimal. Here ass was still sore and she assumed it would always be that way due to the horrible abuse it had suffered. Derrio had tied the hook he used on her to a rafter in her room as a reminder of what he was capable of.

She was getting around better and was allowed to wander untied inside the walls of the compound but there was always a guard hovering nearby. If the situation had been different, the beautiful scenery would have inspired her, but she was in constant fear that Derrio would change his mind and she would find herself in the tree or on the pier again.

One day Jose took her to a building just across the driveway in the compound. She hadn’t been allowed there before so she was surprised to find it was a mechanic shop. There were several expensive looking automobiles as well as a few four wheel drive trucks in various states of repair.

Jose took her across the shop and into a small room in the back. A portly man met them at the door and spoke in rapid Spanish to Jose. She was moved to a table not unlike the one the doctor used in his office and made to lie on it. The portly man grabbed a remote that was dangling by the bed and pushed a few buttons.

The bed began to adjust by raising her body toward a sitting position but stopped when she was at a 45 degree angle. The man went to a bench and took a couple of metal pieces and fitted them into the end of the table away from her head. Once in place she was told to put her feet on the ends of the metal pieces about a foot above the table.

She felt like they were about to do a gynecological exam but the man just took measurements. He raised one foot higher until her knees almost touched her chest, spread her legs as wide as possible, and pulled her arms over her head and behind the chair. He took measurements each time as Diane lay unresisting. When he had finished Jose and the portly man spoke for a few more minutes before she was led away.

This happened every day for a week as a new chair took shape. In the end, it was a welded frame with a seat at the angle the table had been set the first day. There were metal pieces on the sides of the chair that fit her thighs perfectly and, when she was strapped in place, held her completely immobile. This left her pussy totally exposed and the height of the chair was measured by having Jose stand in front of her with his cock out. He put his dick right at her entrance and the portly man measured how high the chair needed to be for him to fuck her comfortably.

After the chair was finished a small table on wheels was built to roll up to her pussy and matched the chair perfectly. Next, an eight sided box matching the table top was constructed out of see through material. It was fitted against the chair while she was strapped in it and an outline of her pussy was drawn on one side. The next day there was a hole in the side of the see through box and her entire pussy fit through but no other part of her.

Derrio was called to come see the ensemble and he seemed very pleased. He checked how tightly the fit was again her and was impressed at the man’s workmanship. So much so, that Diane was given t him for the night as a reward for a job well done.

She spent the rest of the night in the small room being fucked while strapped immobile in the chair. The man would alternate between tweaking his design and fucking her. By the next day she was cramped and exhausted but at least she knew what the chair was for. She resigned herself to the fact that she would soon be strapped to the chair and fucked by a large group of men for Derrio’s pleasure. After all that had happened, she could handle be fucked some more. She still clung to the hope that she would be freed as promised after the party.

The only thing that bothered her was the box that fit with the chair. It made no sense and she couldn’t figure out its purpose. She convinced herself that it was probably better if she didn’t know. The next day confused her even more when she was strapped in the chair and a metal sphere the size of a tennis ball was shoved into her pussy.

The portly man held a remote and played with a few dials before the ball began to vibrate. He squatted down in front of her and was looking directly at her slit as he adjusted the controls up and down, making the ball vibrate more of less. When he was satisfied with the vibration he marked the box with a permanent marker at the correct setting. He then put the control on her stomach and left it on while getting a weird looking meter. He seemed to be using the instrument by touching a probe to her pussy lips and clit to dial in the controls. It took almost an hour to accomplish his objective.

When he was finished he used a magnet to pull the ball out of her and then inspected it closely. He seemed pleased with his results and, by way of celebrating, fucked Diane as she lay quietly strapped to the chair.

None of this hurt Diane. Actually, the vibrating ball in her pussy was the gentlest abuse she could remember since arriving. It just confused her as to the purpose since no one could fuck her if the ball was inside.

Another week passed before the big event took place. The night before, a group of men showed up in different expensive looking cars and spent the night at the compound. Diane was paraded naked in front of them and then forced to give everyone blowjobs as they sat smoking cigars and drinking. She wasn’t the only female at this get together as it appeared that Derrio had brought in a girl for each of the men.

By the time the next night rolled around Diane was nervous. She had put the clear box out of her mind for the last few days but now she would see what it was for. She was terrified of what Derrio would do to her but reasoned there was no way to escape. She didn’t resist as she was led out to the shop via the side door of the house.

As soon as she was outside Diane was overwhelmed with the number of cars parked along the driveway and even in the massive front yard. There were several men there just parking cars to keep the flow of traffic moving. In the back yard it sounded like a fiesta going on with a live band and several hundred people milling about.

Jose led her away from the house, through the maze of cars, and the shop door. The inside of the building had been transformed in the last week and looked more like a stadium. There were new bleachers set up in a semi-circle around a specific point that was empty at the moment.

Continuing on, Jose led her to the familiar room in the back of the shop. The portly man was there but this time he was wearing a very nice suit. Even the seat looked different because the frame had been painted and the seat recovered in expensive looking leather. She was put into the chair and realized there had been a few more straps added to make her even more immobile than before.

Once in place, the portly man took a razor and began shaving her pubic hair. It took a while as he skillfully took off most of the hair. He left three small patches though, one on each side of her pussy lips and one directly above her clit. Satisfied with his work, the ball was slipped into place and tested with the meter again.

Finished with the preparations, the two men left her in the room as the sounds of people filling the building grew louder. It was almost an hour later before she heard Derrio’s voice over the loudspeaker and the crowd hushed quickly. He spoke in Spanish for a while and crowd reacted with laughter or applause sporadically. As he wrapped up the speech, Diane was wheeled into the spotlight at the center of the building as over 300 people cheered her arrival.

Without wasting any time, the portly man set about the task of moving the chair into position to give the crowd the best vantage point. The table with the clear box was brought in and Diane could see it now had sand in the bottom of it. The box was fitted to her pussy like before and locked into place.

Another table long table with a large dark cloth draped over it was wheeled into the room and then Derrio gave the order to cut the lights. An infrared light system came on and Diane could still see, but the low light made the room seem eerie. Slowly the cover was pulled back and Diane screamed when she saw what was on the table. Eight small glass jars each held a large scorpion.

Derrio was pleased with Diane’s reaction and nodded to Jose. A ball gag was quickly slid into her mouth and strapped behind her head to silence her for the rest of the show. Once the jars were revealed, several men stepped forward to the crowd and it appeared bets were being taken. Within a few minutes the room was roaring with people trying to get their bets in on the different scorpions in the jars.

When the commotion died down Derrio had a young woman come forward and take the first jar over to Diane. He nodded to her and she reaching into the jar bare handed and, with a practiced ease, pulled the giant scorpion out. She quietly moved over to the box in front of Diane and gently set the creature onto the sand. Within a few seconds the ball in Diane’s pussy vibrated for a second and the scorpion immediately honed in on her pussy.

The scorpion slowly moved toward Diane as the portly man intermittently pulsed the ball to keep the predator on track. When it was within striking distance the ball erupted in a series of vibrations that mad the scorpion lung at Diane’s right pussy lip. It gripped it at the flesh with its claws and then stung her immediately with the poison tail.

Diane struggled and screamed into the gag as the pain was unbearable. The crowd roared its approval at the success of the game and, as the scorpion was removed by the girl, the bets were collected.

Diane was still in pain from the sting. Her pussy lip throbbed not only from the sting, but from the claws had dug deeply into her flesh at the same time. Within a few minutes she felt faint and was drooling profusely over the ball gag.

Derrio’s scorpion wrangler held up the next jar and the crowd repeated the bidding before beginning the next round. This was repeated as the scorpions unloaded their venom into both Diane’s pussy lips but, to her relief, missed her clit. By the time the last one as dropped into the tiny arena, Diane was sweating liberally and her vision had blurred somewhat. She could hear the doctor next to her and feel him checking her pulse. He injected her before the fifth round with something and it seemed to slow her heart rate.

The last scorpion in the box was easily the largest. Diane had never been this close to any scorpion but if the last seven were any indication of size then this one was King Kong. It was quite a bit bigger than the girl wranglers hand and when it was set into the clear box it mover around slowly and cautiously until the vibrations started. It approached Diane as if it were stalking prey and totally ignored the two pieces of hair on either side of her swollen slit. It moved forward quickly and clamped down hard on her clit with both claws before slamming its stinger forcefully into the sensitive bud. The claws tightened as the venom was injected into the monsters prey.

Diane seemed to be going into convulsions from the pain. The doctor injected her again and she began to calm down, although the pain and itching in her pussy was unbearable. The lips were swollen twice their usual size and there were eight distinct puncture marks, some with droplets of blood escaping from them, where she had been stung.

The poor girl assumed this would be the end of the show and she would be allowed to go back to her room and rest. She hoped the doctor could give her something for the pain and swelling.

Derrio was once again on the loudspeaker and what ever he said really got the crowd going. The box was removed, the ball pulled out, and a line was formed in front of her before she realized the party had just started. There were several hundred men in the room, and some women, ready to use her already maltreated pussy.

A table was brought up next to Diane with an assortment of condoms, assumedly to protect the men from the venom, and a squirt bottle of lubricant. The first man stepped up and slipped a condom on but ignored the lube. He slammed into her swollen hole and Diane was jarred from her stupor by the pain. She was so tight the man had trouble getting all the way in so he brutally force his condom clad dick harder and harder until he was solidly in her. Diane thought it would never end but it did. The man abruptly pulled out and yelled in pain as the rubber had torn, exposing his penis to the scorpion venom. The doctor rushed over and cleaned the end of his cock with a salve that seemed to take the pain away almost immediately.

The next man opted for the lube and fucked her harder to make up for it. This was the way the night went until well into the dawn, with Diane strapped to the chair, and her poison injected pussy being battered until the last man finished.