Highwater tells Becky his plan

"Prepare the device," Lord Highwater commanded. One of the men stepped forward and bent down to tug the velvet cloth off of the device that sat beneath Skye.

Though her eyes immediately flew to the sight of the movement, it took Becky several seconds to piece together what it did. It wasn't difficult to understand--her mind was just reeling from the constant onslaught of sensation brought on her now simply by existing.

The contraption was a mess of gears and pulleys, all nestled together in some complex arrangement in service to the two rather large objects that poked out the top of it. They were poles, shaped out of smooth metal, in crude but fairly accurate recreations of a pair of humanoid cocks. Only they seemed bigger--and thicker, than practically any cock Becky had seen in her life, the front one being nearly nine inches in length, with the other being even longer.

The man reached up to the side of the bench and pulled a level. As he did so, the bottom of the bench retreated into itself. The newfound hole left nothing between Robin's dripping holes and the heinous device. Their intention was obvious.

Becky frowned, shaking her head half in protest and half simply trying to clear it enough to think. "Don't! You... can't. They're too... too big! Please..."

"Make sure she can see what's coming," Lord Highwater said, ignoring her entirely. The torturer obeyed, adjusting the level on the side of the device until Robin had a clear view of the monstrous rods aimed at her cunt. Her lips spread in a delirious smile, and she squirmed in her seat, doing her best to wriggle downward, her hips grinding against the empty air.

"There is a lever on the side," Lord Highwater addressed Becky now, directing her attention toward the device. "When you turn it, the device will move. It will gradually pick up speed the more it is turned. You will do so until we have extracted what ever this one has in her head."

"There won't be anything in her head if you stuff those things in her!" Becky blurted out. Holding back the thought would have taken too much focus, but when she looked up at Lord Highwater, still in control, still flanked by his men, and still smiling, she immediately regretted her outburst. Her next words came in mumble. "I... I can't."

Becky's eyes drifted back over to Robin. The apparent tightness of her holes hovering over the massive artificial members felt like a looming threat. They would break her--Becky was certain of it, even Becky herself was having trouble focusing just from rubbing the paste against her hands. With those things inside her, Robin's mind would be shattered like glass.

Becky turned back toward Lord Highwater, head bowed and eyes staring at the stony bricks beneath his feet. "Please... sir. Like she is now... she won't be able to tell you anything useful. She'll be a mess-- you'll waste your chance at making her talk!"

"What if I told you I know everything there is to know from that empty little head?" Highwater said. "What if I told you I want to see her broken and ruined? And I want you to be the one to break her. For your friends upstairs, of course. Their lives are still part of the deal. You haven't forgotten, have you Becky?"

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