It's the "officers".

“Alright, gentlemen. Give her the show of her lifetime.” Johanna speaks to the two men waiting outside. The three of them walk back into the room, locking the door behind them. Even from a distance, the two men notice Susan’s hourglass-shaped figure clinging tightly to her under-sized hospital shirt.

“Those fucking bruises on her body, damn. Make me wanna finish the job.”

“Keep walking.”

“So, you must be Miss Susan Rothanthal. We are aware of your horrible treatments for the past few days. I am officer…ugh…Williams. This is my partner officer, James ” The pair sits down, and puts on their trained professional tone.

“Tell me about your ex-boyfriend Roy O’brien.” Jacob says while taking out a handbook.

“Roy is a terrible, terrible man. I met him years ago when-”

“Tell him how he abused you.” Pete interrupts.

Susan is a bit confused and frowns: “What, how is that going to help? I mean-”

“Please, this is important, miss.” The officers insist. Johanna pours Susan another drink and puts her hand on her forehead with a smile: “Please trust them, okay? You’re safe.”

Susan looks at Johanna and her concerns dispersed. She starts reluctantly recounting all the painful memories she had with Roy. She almost starts crying again when she reaches the knight when she finally ran away from Roy when he forgot to lock her ankle to the bathroom pipe.

The officers pretend to be writing things down in their notebooks. In reality they’re taking note of all the vicious sex toys Roy used to torment her. They’re going to recreate Susan’s **** right here.

“We are extremely sorry to hear about your treatments, Susan. Now, tell me how the police officers at the third precinct abused you. I assumed that’s how you ended up here.” Jacob asks again.

Susan visibly shakes: “Please, can we not talk about-”

“It’s important, Susan. They have to know what they did to lock them away in jails. Please, it’s for your own good.” Johanna gently holds Susan’s face, looking at her with an angelic smile.

Susan nods slowly: “Yes…yes…you’re right.” Susan holds back her tears, and immaculately described how the cops dragged her into a **** chamber, kicked her and beat her with brass knuckles and police batons, and attached a car battery to her nipples before gangraping her for two days straight. Jacob carefully takes note of every tool the cops used to **** her.

“Remove your clothes.” Pete asks.

“What? Officer James, but this is not-”

“Trust them.” Johanna puts her hand on Susan’s shoulder, and reassures her again: “Please, trust them.”

Susan obediently removes the hospital shirt, exposing her tormented pendulous-shaped breasts. Her nipples had small scabs on the side from the electricity needles they used to toy with her. Pete takes out his phone and takes pictures. He tries his hardest to squeeze his legs, trying to hide the massive erection underneath.

“Take the blanket off your legs, remove your pants, and spread your legs.”

Before Susan can protest even further, Johanna puts her hand on Susan’s thighs, and looks at her concertedly. Johanna removes the blanket, and helps Susan strip the last piece of fabric from her body. Susan spreads her legs to reveal her worn out vagina entrance, blushing.

“Please make it quick officers.” Susan covers her mouth, and averts her eyes from the officers.

Pete and Jacob take some pictures and put their phones away.

“You’re doing great Susan!” Johanna gives Susan a kiss on the cheek. She pats on Susan’s head.

“Is that it? Are you going to put Roy in jail now? And those dirty cops?” Susan puts her shirt on in a frenzy, still a little irritated.

Johanna bites her lips and winks at the fake officers.

“Before that, there is one last thing I need to tell you, Miss Rothenthal.” Jacob stands up, and sits at the spot Johanna was sitting on. Johanna stands on the side with a lively smile. Jacob inches closer, and speaks directly into Susan’s ear word by word: “Courtesy from Roy O’brien, piece of shit.”

Susan instantly starts scuffling like a fish on land. But her limbs are immediately pinned down by the two men. She doesn’t even scream, because her mind is driven over the edge, again. All her animal instincts tell her to do is get out of this room. She struggles to no avail. Desperation sags her brain. She tries to bite her tongue, but the men don’t notice.

Johanna immediately realizes what Susan’s about to do. In a matter of moments, she grabs the hard-boiled egg Susan didn’t bother to eat, and shoves it in her mouth, denying her any chance to end her suffering on her own terms.

Susan’s adrenaline level plummets, her limbs not struggling anymore. She madly rocks her head up and down, her rejuvenated eyes again filled with exhaustion and despair. Johanna approaches Susan’s face with a malicious smile, as she holds Susan’s sweating head still: “Think you can run away from us, bitch? Call the cops? I’ll teach you your place!”

*sob sob* “Waaaahy?” Susan accepts her fate, but wants to know why, and what she did to deserve this.

“Why? I’ll tell you right no- Ughm!?” Johanna’s vicious speech is cut short by Jacob’s fist driving into her stomach. Johanna falls limply onto the floor, her fluids dripping all over the floor.

Jacob presses his leather shoe on Johanna’s face: “Having the privilege to fuck me and suck me doesn’t give you the right to mouth off about your worthless opinion. You understand me, meat?”

“Ye, yes, Sir.” Johanna says while drooling. Jacob kicks Johanna again in her abdomen, “what do you say now?”

“Th- Thank you… Sir.”

Jacob turns around towards Susan: “You wanted to know why? That’s why.” He says while pointing his finger at Johanna. She’s still dripping and moaning on the ground like a dog in heat.

“Cunt. CUNT! Get up!” Pete yanks Johanna up and hands her his little notebook. “Call your friends, let them bring over these stuff.” Pete shoves the notebook into her chest. Johanna meeks takes out her phone and starts dialing.

“Yeah, this cunt is looser than my grandma.” Jacob forces his fist into Susan’s anus with much ease, ignoring Susan’s screams.

Johanna finishes dialing and sneakily tries to leave the room, only to be grabbed by the wrist: “Where do you think you’re going, CUNT? After everything you put us through, you expect us to settle for this loose cunt?”

“I, I’m just going to pick up the stuff you guys wanted…” Johanna is both frightened and aroused.

“Oh we’re using Susan for a different KIND of fun. But now, you’re going to bend over.” Jacob throws Johanna onto the floor tiles before handcuffing Susan to the bed: “Enjoy your last show, toy.”

Jacob grabs Johanna’s wrists and turns her over on her knees in a doggy position. Pete tacitly yanks Johanna’s head up, aligning with his dripping dick. “One of these days, I’ll put you in that bed over there. Just you wait, pompous bitch.” Pete shoves his dick down Johanna’s throat, welcomed by a mangling tongue. Jacob starts ramming Johanna’s pussy at the same time, while burying his uncut nails into her ass with full ****. Johanna’s tits swing like a pair of pear-shaped pendulums below her upper body.

“Ooomph…emmm…ahhh…mmmph!” Johanna masterfully tightens her pussy in coherence with massaging the dick cord with her twisting tongue. Pete notices the swinging meat sacks and grabs onto them, before jolting them like they’re lumps of clay. Pete’s crotch twitches, as he ejaculates into the bitch’s stomach. He pulls out and Johanna’s upper body instantly collapses into the floor. Johanna gathers her remaining strength keeping her ass lifted.

Johanna’s phone rang.

“Si, Sir…The package…downstairs…Erica…” Johanna utters while getting railed.

Pete leaves the room to grab the package. Jacob jerks Johanna’s head backwards by her hair, his arms wringing her neck, and cums deep inside Johanna’s pussy. Johanna’s small hands latch onto the muscular arms. She rolls her eyes, enjoying the sensation of being **** into orgasm before the man throws her face back onto the floor.

“Clean up and go guard the door.” Jacob lights up a cigarette and orders.

Johanna almost runs into Pete as she tries to exit the room. He’s wearing a huge hiking bag.

“You’re back, let’s examine the goods.” Jacob grabs Susan and makes her sit up against the bed board.

Pete sets the bag on the overbed table, as Jacob fixates Susan’s head with his palm: “Don’t look away now, wouldn’t want you to miss this.”

Each item Pete takes out of the bag perpetrates more horror in Susan’s tearing eyes: brass knuckles, a whip, needles, spiked dildos, a police baton, a taser, a nose hook, and finally, a portable car battery. Every tool of torment that had inflicted anguish on Susan’s body is displayed right in front of her. Just looking at the metal clamps attached to the battery starter causes agonizing pain to her nipples. Susan’s throat feels swollen but couldn’t make out any sounds other than moaning and crying, “aahhhhh! Waaaah, hawhauu…”

“Should I take the egg out of her mouth, J?”

“No, wouldn’t want this bitch bite her own tongue. Start with the battery thing.”

“Alright, boss.” Pete grabs the two cables and connects the clamps. *ZAP* *ZAP*

“Hmm! Naaah, pleeeaa…”

“Where do they usually go, Sussy? Nipples? Clitoris? Fingers?” Pete plays with the clamps in front of her eyes, and wheezes. The night is only starting……

Susan, on the other hand, is not guarding the room. She locked that room tight shut and went to have a little fun with her favorite jolly Jade.