The torturer moved away from the man again and turned back to Jordan."I'm sorry My Lord, but he cannot feel anything. It's as if he has no nerves in h...s body ... nothing I can do will make him react." The man said.At first Jordan didn't believe him but then realised that this man was an expert in this field ... and there wasn't anyone else closer who would do this work. "What about the press? Would that affect him?" He asked.The torturer shook his head, "Nope, maybe kill him, but he's in such a. Relief flooded me as he began to withdraw and just as he was on the edge of pulling out completely he thrust again. The first few times hurt as he penetrated deeper and deeper with each lunge then I hit a whole new dimension of torture; I was being stretched beyond endurance when he hit something unforgiving deep inside. The more I tried to push him away the more of his ghastly penis he forced into me and the more the severe, deep and intensive pain in the pit of my stomach blossomed. No... No. "Hurry the fuck up!" he yelled at me and closed the door. Alone in the bathroom, I felt like an idiot. A slutty idiot. But, I remembered how he looked at me and decided to try it again. And again. Daddy would open the door, watch my ass and pussy. Sometimes he'd stay as I gathered my things and I'd brush up against him as he stood in the doorway. Sometimes, he'd yell at me. Sometimes, he wouldn't say a thing; he'd just open the door as I put what I had on display for him. It didn't go beyond. Her toes curled involuntarily at the image. Keeping her eyes on his, Rachel silently pushed herself up into a more upright position, causing the bed sheet to fall further down her body. Her entire torso slid onto display as the sheet came to rest right at her hips. Feeling like something else was controlling her, she bit her lip and glanced purposefully at the closed bedroom door as she spoke in a soft tone. ‘Where’s Derrick?’ Alex had certainly made notice of her complete lack of modesty.