It had been
surprisingly easy to abduct Faith and bring her to the old abandoned building where he was holding her. With a little information coaxed from his Hardware Store cashier, he was able to find her class schedule and dorm, then observe her habits for a few days and devise a simple plan.
His plan went off without a hitch, and he soon had Faith in restraints and blindfolded on the floor of his van.
Before he moved her from the van into the building, he cut her clothes away and used the opportunity to explore her body, caressing her small round breasts and smooth round buttocks, shaped by her training as a dancer. He slipped his hand between her tender young thighs, probing rudely inside her with his fingers.
She struggled against her bonds, trying to get free and escape his groping hands, but the restraints were inescapable and she was forced to endure his unwanted attention.
The rough floor of the van chafed harshly against her soft skin as she was lifted up and carried out of the van.
There was just enough space between the floor and the bottom of the sawhorse rail to insert the steel bar into the mortise. He slid it upward and positioned it on a hydraulic lift, then paused and spoke to Faith in a calm tone. "I'll need a little cooperation from you for this part. When you begin to feel some pressure against your anus, you'll need to relax your sphincter muscles as much as you possibly can. If you resist too much, I'll have to turn the pressure up on the lift. If I do that, it's difficult to control and the steel might penetrate into you deeper than it should."
He stood up and pulled on her hair, twisting her head back and towards him. He pressed his finger hard against the soft flesh just above her pubes, and slowly traced a line up across her belly, between her tortured breasts, stopping at the base of her slender, regal neck.
"Maybe a lot deeper," he said. "Keep a tight grip on that bell of yours. The fun's about to begin."
Paul released her hair, took a few steps away and triggered a device under the sawhorse. Faith heard a mechanical whir, and she shuddered with dread for what would happen next, once again setting the tools clamped to her nipples swinging, triggering new waves of pain that swept over her.
Despite the throbbing pain in her breasts, she became aware of a new sensation between her shapely buttocks. A pressure was growing there and it gradually resolved itself into an object, a hard, cold object pressing upward against the tender, secret flesh between the soft white cheeks of her round, firm ass.
As the upward pressure against her posterior continued, a picture formed in her mind, a picture of the object emerging mechanically from the square hole in the top of the sawhorse. Hard steel pressed insistently against the puckered ring of her anus. It moved blindly, mechanically upward as it forced apart her ass cheeks and spread open the pink flesh at the portal of her rectum.
She realized that the steel bar Paul had shown her was the object being forced into her most private place. She tried to follow his instructions and will her muscles to not resist, but a lifetime of muscle memory pushed back against the invading steel.
Faith writhed in pain on her perch astride the savage, splintery lumber of the cruel sawhorse that spread her tender vulva. She bit down on the steel ring that held her mouth open wide, straining her jaw muscles as she fought to relax her sphincter and allow the invading steel inside without causing irreparable damage to her young anus.
She clenched her hand around the bell Paul had placed in her palm, gripping it tightly to avoid dropping it as her entire body shook with fear and pain.
