As she slowly regained her senses, Barbara became aware
of her surroundings. She tried to move, but found that
she was secured to the rafters and the floor by stout
nylon restraints. Even with the years of weight training,
she could not gain even an inch of slack from her bonds.
Her arms were secured together above her head and her
legs were pulled apart, she looked like an upside down
"Y". Somewhere along the line, she had lost
her shoes and stockings The floor was cold under her
Her mind raced back to the last point in time that she could
remember. She had known when she first starting working as
a agent for the "Company" that she might have her
cover "blown" at some point in time. And now she
had been found out and captured by the oldest trick in the
book. She should have been on guard in the bar and been alert
to the fact that the defecting agent that she was meeting
might be trying to put one over on the "Company".
But a spiked drink? The thought had never crossed her mind.
She also regretted the fact that she had not informed her
superiors, and hence, she had no backups.
From what she could see, there were three floodlamps that
bathed her in a white light, and beyond the glare she could
make out what appeared to be a sturdy looking, oversized table
and chair, as well as two large cabinets. She shook her head
to clear the cobwebs and the drug induced headache that she
was suffering from was reduced. He dark brown hair swirled
around her head as she did so, and then cascade around her
A door behind her opened but she could not see who was entering.
Footsteps approached and a voice called out, "I see that
you are finally awake. I am pleased to see that the knock
out drops have worn off. Now, we can begin..."
The man came into view. He was wearing a red jumpsuit that
fit well, allowing her to see that his 6'4" frame was
well toned. A red hood was pulled over his head, allowing
her to see only his eyes, no doubt so that she would never
be able to identify him, if she were released.
"We can do this easily, or the hard way, whichever
you prefer," he stated as he eyed her 5'7" frame.
She had a beautiful body, he could see. No wonder she was
such a successful agent, he thought as walked up to her. "So
what will it be?"
Barbara was silent as he circled her, surveying her figure.
She knew that she had received training for the possibility
of torture, but would it be enough?
"I guess that your lack of response means that I will
have to find out the hard way." He walked over to one
of the cabinets, and opened the door. She heard a drawer slide
open and shortly he reappeared in front of her with a pair
Without a word he began to snip the buttons off the front
of her blouse. She heard them bounce off the floor as he pulled
the lower part of the blouse from her slacks so as to be able
to reach the lower two buttons.
With all the buttons now removed, her pulled the fabric
apart to reveal her ample breasts restrained by the white
lace bra. The contrast between the bra and her nicely tanned
skin had always pleased her, as well as those that had been
lucky enough to see it.
The scissor returned to work on the short sleeves of the
blouse, and across the shoulders to the collar, allowing him
to remove the blouse when he was done. He cast the garment
onto the floor and examined his charge.
The man knelt at her feet and quickly cut the both legs
of her slacks up the waist. The scissors, she reasoned, must
be very sharp to cut through the material with such ease.
As he made the last snip, her slacks fell to the floor. He
tossed them over with her blouse and stepped back to once
again gaze on her form, now that she was revealing matching
white lace panties.
"I hope that you reconsider quickly," he stated,
looking at her near nakedness, "as it would be a shame
to damage such a fine form."
He approached her, and gently caressed the side of her torso
with the scissors. He brought it up to her shoulder and snipped
the strap of her bra with ease. Circling behind, and slowly
moving the shears across her back, he carefully clipped the
other bra strap. More goosebumps formed now that the chill
in the room was allowed unrestricted access to her flesh.
With one last snip between her breasts, the bra released
it's captives and fell to the floor. She knew that her nipples
were erect from the temperature and no matter how hard she
willed them, they would not reduce their size.
"Of course, you realize," he said as he made a
circle with the tip of the scissors around her protruding
right nipple, "that the longer that you refuse to tell
us what we want to know, the less likelihood that you will
walk out of here alive." He repeated his actions around
the left nipple. "It will be most unpleasant, and very
slow. I had one girl that lasted six months. Granted she was
almost a vegetable by the time she died, but she did eventually
give us something that we could use."
He stepped behind her; she didn't need to look to know that
he was almost reverently clipping the sides of her panties.
First the left side and then the right side. They fell to
the floor where he used his foot to pull them away from the
area. Now she was totally naked, in hands of the enemy. A
thin film of sweat began to envelope her body as he stepped
back in front of her. She was scared.
"The boss said that at least for the first few hours,
I was to restrain myself in marking you. I think that he wants
to have a little fun with you later on," he stated as
he left her and went to one of the cabinets. "So, for
better or worse, you shall at least initially be spared from
the whips. But then again, the whips are mostly ineffective."
He opened the cabinet and rummaged inside for a few moments.
"However, I was told to apply some less conspicuous restraining
devices, makes you easier to control..." He approached
her and her eyes beheld four wicked looking clips on a tray.
Two had flat jaws, the other two had serrated teeth, but one
thing all four had in common, they appeared to have rather
"Feel free to scream," he said as he reached behind
her head and grab a bundle of bungee cords which slid forward
on a pulley above her. "This area is rather soundproof,
and even if it wasn't, there is no one around that will pay
much attention to you. In fact, if someone does enter and
doesn't hear a scream or two, they don't think I am doing
He attached the clips to the cords and now they were hanging
just below her neckline. She had no doubt as to the purpose,
and her body stiffened at the thought.
Selecting one of the clips with the flat jaw, he pulled
the cord down, stretching the elastic until the clip was just
below her right nipple. He squeezed the clip to open the jaws
and placed it in a position in which when he released it,
the jaws would clamp tightly on the nipple.
"Are you sure you don't just want to tell me what we
want to know?" he asked. Barbara said nothing. "Have
it your way."
He released the clip slowly, and allowed the pain to build.
Barbara tried to recoil from the spreading fire of the confinement
of her right nipple, but to no avail. When he had completely
allowed the spring to relax, she released a piercing scream.
She threw her head back as tears sprang from her eyes. It
was mashing the nipple almost flat. Then he released his hold
on the bungee cord.
The elastic pulled her nipple toward the ceiling, stretching
and pulling with great force. Barbara shook her had from side
to side and tried to shake the clamp off, but was successful
only in making her nipple ache all the more. He stepped back
to watch her throes of agony as the metal compressed the flesh
between it's jaws, the nipple trying to escape the sides of
the vise-like grip.
Within a few minutes, her screams had died down and her
right nipple was beginning to feel very little pain, her mind
blocking it out. That was when their torment began anew with
her left nipple.
She let out another ear shattering scream as he allowed
the clamp to lift her breast up and as it did, just for the
hell of it, he squeezed the clamp on the right nipple to heighten
As he retreated this time, he quickly jerked on both cords.
The nipples stretched to twice their normal length and her
tits formed a cone shape as the clamps strained to pull her
breasts from her chest.
Barbara screamed and cried, tears now forming rivers down
her cheeks. It was excutiating. Lovers in the past had squeezed
her tits and bit at her nipples during lovemaking, but it
was never anything like this. Her wrists ached as well, having
tried to free herself from the overhead bonds.
And then terror flooded her mind once again. She opened
her eyes and saw the second set of clamps, the ones with the
"teeth" hanging before her.
As the pain dulled, she looked forward to see the man casually
coming toward her. From the look in his eyes, she could feel
him smiling in a diabolical manner. One hand went to each
clip and twisted 90 degrees. Like an electric shock the pain
returned. Barbara tried to arch her back to relieve the pressure
but only succeeded in losing her balance. Had it not been
for the increased tension on her tits, she would have realized
that had her hands not been bound above her, she might have
pulled at the very least, a layer of skin off her nipples.
As she regained her footing, the man removed the clips.
One thing that she had not known was the fact that the clips
had cut off the blood supply to her sensitive nipples. Now
that the restriction was removed, the blood coursed back into
the abused tissue and reintroduced her to the pain.
The man stepped back and examined his prisoner. Her hair
was somewhat matted by the sweat and tears that came profusely
now. Her nipples were red and swollen, but otherwise undamaged.
She glistened with perspiration as she slowly moaned away
the ebbing pain.
Barbara tried to close her eyes, but found her brain's morbid
curiosity had other plans as the man grasp the other two clips
and pulled them down toward her nipples. Should she fight
it, she questioned herself and found her body already taking
what evasive actions it could to avoid the new punishment.
"Still some fighting spirit," sneered the man
behind the mask as he released one of the clips and put his
arm around her waist to steady her. "You are going to
be interesting to break." And with that he allowed the
serrated clip to clamp on her left nipple.
A new, more intense pain radiated from her breast. She could
not imagine anything feeling worse as her voice flew open
an emitted a new wail. The clamp bit into her flesh and involuntarily
she recoiled again. This caused the clamp to tighten it's
grip. The survival instinct in her trained mind told her to
steady her body rather than risk mutilation. Just as she thought
that she might be able to control herself, the other clip
Barbara now sobbed openly as a minute drop of blood formed
where the clip bit savagely into her flesh. Had she not been
entrusted with the secrets that she knew, and had she known
that her revelations would do no harm, she would have gladly
begun "spilling her guts" at that point, but her
information was of vital importance.
Her cries for help and mercy would go unanswered, but she
knew that this was only the beginning.
Barbara didn't know whether she had been drugged or had
passed out when her eyes opened. Immediately she was greeted
with the sharp pain that coursed through her tits. She remembered
how they had been abused by the interrogator. She tried to
raise her head but found it secured to the table on which
she laid. Her arms and legs were also tightly restrained in
a spread eagle manner.
As she listened to see if someone else was in the room,
she allowed herself to look around to the extent that was
Above her she could see a set of lights, as well as some
cords hanging down. She could not quite make out what kind
of cords they were, or what their purpose was, but she did
know that more than likely she would find out.
The table on which she was restrained was unique in her
experience. It could only have been built with one purpose
in mind, that being the torture of people. He arms were strapped
at a 45 degree angle from her sides with bands across the
wrists and just above the elbows. Her legs were similarly
restricted at her ankles and above the knees on separate extensions
of the table which no doubt was to allow easy access to her
Barbara could not see that in another room a short distance
away, two people were looking at her through the smoked glass.
One was the interrogator and the other was the head of the
installation. The torturer was still clad in his "uniform"
but the head of the facility wore a pin striped suit.
"There has been no progress yet," said that pain
giver. "But it is early and I haven't even begun with
the interesting "toys" yet."
"I understand," replied the suited man. "You
I did this for a while, too. Anyway, Leslie will be arriving
later in the day. I am sure that she will enjoy this latest
As they watched Barbara slowly come to, they marvelled at
her. Her body looked so inviting on the table. There wasn't
a blemish or birthmark anywhere on her. She had a nice overall
deep tan which was interrupted only where her revealing bikini
would be. A small mound of brown hair was present above her
pussy. Obviously this girl liked to shave it somewhat.
The man in the suit felt his dick stir as he allowed himself
to imagine how nice it would be to fuck her hard. He would
fuck her cunt, her mouth, and her ass. He would watch those
beautiful green eyes plead for mercy as he slammed into her.
He could slap her high cheekbones with his cock and rub it
around her full and inviting lips... Well, maybe in another
time. She was here for a purpose at the moment.
"Well, I have things to get back to," he said
as he turned. "Oh, one last thing, we are in the process
of following up on her. Maybe we can find something or someone
that will make this easier." He looked back for a moment
and then smiled. "But of course, I know how much you
like your work."
"I will keep you informed."
The man with the suit left and the interrogator went to
the door that opened into the torture chamber.
"You are awake! I am glad. Sometimes the mind causes
itself to shut down when faced with a rather unpleasant situation.
But now, we can begin with something else." He was next
to the table and looked into her eyes. His right had reached
down and pulled her left nipple.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" she shouted as the pain intensified
again. He noted, oddly, that she had beautiful white teeth,
as she opened her mouth to scream. "It's funny,"
he thought, "what you notice and when you notice it."
He released the tit and watched as the pain subsided somewhat.
The nipples were red and raw from the abuse that they had
been put through. Spots of blood also were flecked here and
there. He knew that if she didn't start giving them information
soon, that her 36C tits would never excite anyone again.
"Is there anything that you wish to tell me before
we start again?" he inquired, not really know whether
he wanted her to answer affirmatively or negatively.
There was no response, Barbara just looked away and closed
her eyes. She bit her lower lip and felt like crying as he
walked to the end of the table. A sense of doom flooded her
as she felt him center himself between her legs. She heard
a drawer beneath her feet open as he sat himself down on a
stool to get a better position at her pussy.
Maybe she should tell them what they wanted to know. Maybe
they would spare her. A tear trickled from the corner of her
eye as she felt the man take hold of the pussy lips and spread
them. He seemed to be examining them as she thought about
"OWWWWWWWWWWW!" she screamed. Pain racked her
body and she tried in vain to escape the stabbing sensation
in her cunt. Her eyes flooded with tears as she tried to move
away from the cause of her torment but it was to no avail.
"My, my," said the man between her legs. "You've
had your ears pierced." He took her other pussy lip and
placed the tool on it. The tool that he was using was a modified
paper punch, just like one would use at home or the office.
He squeezed on the tool and with a combination of cutting
and crushing, her other pussy lib was punched, once again
accompanied by a banshee-like wail.
"Only two more to go." She now knew that he had
been punching at the base of her pussy. She was aware of a
small amount of liquid trickling down into the crack of her
ass. It had to be blood, she told herself. I can't be getting
The "paper punch" was slid up her pussy and once
again on each side, the pain returned. Barbara's body was
pouring sweat from every pore by the time that he was finished.
The drawer slid open once again as he put the punch away
and pulled out a set of rings. The rings were like the binder
rings from a notebook, although somewhat thicker. He carefully
inserted one through each hole, and then he closed the one
inch ring, locking it shut.
She felt something a cord being pulled over her right leg
and gritted her teeth for what she was sure would come next.
Her breathing, which had returned to short, painful gasps,
now was a long intake as she heard a snap of a clip being
attached to the first ring, and then felt the quick increase
in pressure. She tried to shake her head, as if that would
chase the pain away, but the strap across her forehead held
"Oh, God, NOOOOOO!" she yelled as a second ring
was stretched out under the pressure of the elastic bungee
In between her legs, the interrogator smiled as he watched
her pussy lips pulled out to obscene lengths. He knew that
until they had "perfected" the process, that women
being tortured had routinely ripped their lips as the strain
increased. He fastened the other two rings and stepped back
to admire his handiwork.
Barbara's pussy, an organ which had given her great pleasure
as well as giving others great pleasure, was now stretched
in four different directions, allowing the inner reaches to
now be visible, her clit being in prominence just below the
carefully trimmed brown thatch of hair.
The pink entrance glistened with a slight film of moisture.
The torturer looked on with a sense of perverse humor. Through
his experience, he knew that some of the women that he was
asked to "persuade" got a form of sexual pleasure
from the pain. They usually lasted longer. This one may be
He walked around the table and looked at Barbara's face.
Her eyes were getting red and puffy from the tears that she
had spilled as well as those that she had held back. Her hair
was slightly matted from the perspiration that shone on her
body. He made a mental note that she should be cleaned up
in the near future.
"Still have nothing to say?" he inquired, already
know the answer. "Well, I'm sure that you will enjoy
what comes next." A drawer beneath her head was slid
open and then closed. She looked down her nose as best she
could as he walked back to his former position between her
legs. He remained standing this time however, and in moments
she heard the next instrument of torture slice through the
The whip impacted the area just to her left of her pubic
hair. It immediately raised a red welt and caused a painful
wail to well up deep inside Barbara. She knew that it hadn't
hit on her sensitive pussy, and this scared her even more.
Another blow quickly followed on the right side of the patch
of hair. Barbara tried to arch her back, slide her hips, anything
to avoid the whip or minimize the impact, but it was to no
Another crack, this time just below her naval. The man was
swinging the whip with great force, and was purposely avoiding
her gaping cunt.
Two quick blows landed, one on each thigh, just below the
point where the stretch pussy lips were. Barbara was going
into overload once again. In her mind she was racing around
her belly and pelvic area, trying to tell each area that it
didn't hurt, but she knew that it was a losing battle.
Only five blows so far and each one had felt like someone
had touched her with a red hot iron. She sucked air through
her teeth as another two blows landed around her reddening
mound. Maybe it was time to stop this, she thought. I can't
handle this, I'm in way too deep, she reasoned.
The blow was precisely aimed at the right pussy lip. When
it hit the sensitive, slightly moist flesh, it opened a minute
line which began to seep blood. Barbara could almost feel
it happening in slow motion as she screamed. Another blow
hit her on the left lip, with almost the same results. Barbara
jerked with all her might, and then as she tried to scream
some more, became aware of the blackness that raced to take
her away from her pain...
In her state of unconsciousness, Barbara dreamed that she
was on a peaceful, tropical island with a warm breeze blowing
across her. The sun was high in the sky, it's rays filtered
through a the palm fronds that swayed overhead. She took a
sip of her punch that was contained in a hollowed-out pineapple.
It was all so cliche, so touristy, so...
The ammonia capsule that had been broken under her nose
had the desired effect. Barbara's eyes fluttered open quickly,
and her eyes rapidly tried to adjust to the light, which was
very bright. From the way that she felt, she deduced that
her captors must have given cleaned her up while she was out,
as her hair was still damp, and the rest of her body, still
completely nude, felt as if it had been cleaned.
As she became more aware of her surroundings, Barbara
felt the bonds that restrained her. She was firmly attached
to a heavy metal chair. The chair had provisions for her feet
to be attached to the back legs, and her arms restrained to
the back of the chair, making her breasts stand out. There
was a slight mound in the back of the chair which augmented
her figure by making her arch her back slightly.
The strangest thing about the chair was the fact that it
had a hole in the seat. At first that was all that she noticed
but as she became more aware, she realized that the rings
that had been placed in her tortured pussy lips after the
'piercing' were still in place.
Barbara turned her head and saw the sadistic smile from
under the hood of the man that had given her so much pain
"They have trained you well at the agency," he
said as he stepped around her and began to fondle her left
nipple. As it began to become arouse, something which she
tried to will from happening, it became more and more erect.
"It is not often that one comes along like you who can
seemingly pass out at will." His other hand came forward
and attached two alligator clips to the left nipple. While
they were not as tight as the ones that she had worn earlier,
the sensitive nature of the skin from the abuse cause her
to flinch. It was then that she also noticed that both clips
had electrical wires leading from them.
He walked around to her other side and started to play with
her right nipple. "I am looking forward to seeing if
Allison is as well trained as you are!"
As the jaws of the second set of wire connected alligator
clips closed onto the flesh of her right nipple, her mind
went into overdrive. "Surely they couldn't have Allison,"
she thought to herself. Allison had started to work at about
the same time that Barbara had, and was about the same age.
Barbara closed her eyes, thinking about the other girl. They
had been almost like sisters. It just couldn't be happening.
The man could see the questioning look in Barbara's eyes.
"Yes, we have Allison. As we speak she is being brought
here from where we intercepted her. In a few hours, I am sure
that you will be able to see that I am telling the truth.
Until then, well, let's just say that I have something very
interesting planned for you."
He went over to the drawer and pulled out a long, metallic
dildo which also had an electrical cord running from it. As
he approached Barbara he took a packet of surgical lubricant,
which after he ripped it open, he smeared onto the dildo.
He crouched next to the chair and maneuvered the dildo until
it was positioned for easy entry into Barbara's gaping pussy.
With ease the dildo began the journey into the captive's
twat. In the chair, Barbara's cunt yielded without resistance
to the first eight inches. When the dildo slowed, three inches
The man then pulled on the rings which were threaded through
Barbara's labia lips and attached four clips which were around
the perimeter of the dildo. Now, the desire of Barbara's pussy
lips to return to their original extension was pulling the
dildo deeper into her orifice.
"This technique is one of my favorites," said
the captor as he connected the wires from the clips on her
nipples and the leads from the dildo to a central box on the
floor. He now took a harness made of leather and fitted it
on Barbara's face so that one portion was under her nose,
across her upper lip, and the other was resting on her forehead.
Quickly he buckled the harness behind her head.
The harness, in addition to having the two straps that fit
across her face, had two straps that hung down. One was attached
to the chair so as to allow about two inches slack. As Barbara's
head was tilted back she looked up and saw a group of nozzles
hanging above her head.
"Of course, I am partial to something of my own design,"
said that man, malice in his voice, as he attached the other
strap that hung behind her head to a spring contraption which
was attached to the chair, and the box on the floor.
"This has many uses. Sometimes the tank is filled with
acid and I drip it onto various body parts. Sometimes it has
a poison in it, sometimes nothing more than hot water. The
choices are endless."
With almost lightening like moves, the man quickly had twisted
the clip attached to her right nipple. As Barbara opened her
mouth to scream, a gauze covered forcep-like object had grabbed
her tongue and clamped down hard. Her tongue was pulled out
of her mouth and another clamp was attached. There was little
pain, but Barbara knew that this was not the end of it.
"Now," he said, as he attached the tongue clamps
to another spring contraption which he fixed to the arms of
the chair and then plugged into the box, "if you want
to know, I will tell you that your head and your tongue are
both connected through a type of resistor to this junction
box. If you put a strain, the box takes the amount of strain
which is measured in the springs, converts it to an electrical
output, and viola!" He reached under the table and she
heard a switch being energized. Immediately she felt a shock
violate her nipples. It was not a heavy shock, but it got
her attention. With that she jerked her tongue back and immediately
felt the dildo in her pussy begin to warm, or was it her imagination?
"The shocks will get heavier, and the dildo will warm
more with each incident of tension. You have
the ability to avoid the pain. Just remain motionless."
He stood over her and looked her in the eyes. "Of course,
if you want to tell me what we want to know, I can spare you
all this discomfort."
She wanted to spit in his face, but her present restraints
made that choice impossible.
"Do you understand the whole idea?" he asked.
He took her head and nodded it down once and then back up.
As the jolt of electricity hit her tits, the dildo temperature
crept up a few more degrees. She held her head still. "How
long could she do this?" she wondered to herself.
The man reached up and grabbed the nozzles and pulled them
down until they hovered over her mouth. "And, just in
case you need some motivation, I have provided a little."
He touched a button on the side of the nozzle housing and
she heard a small pump start to spin. "Enjoy."
A small drop of something appeared at the end of one of
the nozzles and grew in size. It looked red in color, but
Barbara had no idea of the purpose or composition of the drop
until it became too big to continue hanging on and fell onto
her outstretched tongue.
"Tabasco!" raced through her mind as she unthinkingly
jerked her head and tried to close her mouth.
An uncomfortable jolt hit one tit and then the other followed
by a noticeable increase in the temperature in the "pussy
Her eyes began to water as a drop began to form at another
nozzle. Barbara tried to spoil the aim by moving her head
slightly and only succeeded in giving her tits a shock and
getting the drop up her nose.
The burning in her nose as the hot sauce course along the
nasal passages was almost unbearable. From years of training
came the ability to will her head steady as yet another drop
formed and then fell toward her outstretched tongue.
This drop hit on the side of her tongue and left a trail
of liquid fire as it followed her tongue into her mouth and
dissipated in her mouth.
Barbara longed for a drink of water, anything, to kill the
intense heat that was continuing in her mouth and nose.
Another drop fell... Barbara gagged and felt the intruder
in her cunt warm again. She was now aware that it had slid
into her vagina to it's full depth and was reaching an almost
painful level of heat.
Three more drops fell, this time all together. They hit
Barbara's tongue with a fury. Barbara's mouth felt as if someone
had poured a molten metal into it.
Her will to steady her head melted as she shook against
the connections. Four quick shocks coursed through her breasts.
She was sure that they would explode if they got much more.
She also knew enough about medical theory to know that much
more and she would be risking serious consequences to her
heart, not that that bothered her captors.
What was worse was the dildo was now getting very hot. She
tried to squirm to get away but only succeeded in getting
another shock to her tits, and another rise in her nether
She tried to scream, shout, or moan, but nothing came out.
He breasts ached like they were being attacked by bees, and
her pussy was in flames, of this she was sure.
More drops fell from the nozzle above her mouth, and more
shocks pierced through her nipples. Through a haze which was
starting to fog across her brain, Barbara felt, or saw, the
torturer turn off the nozzles. A whiff of burning flesh and
hair assaulted her nose as he turned off the box and released
Barbara knew she could not have taken much more, but what
he said frightened her more than anything she had ever heard.
"Leslie just got here with Allison."
Her mouth still on fire from the hot fluid that had assaulted
her tongue, Barbara was led down the hall in a most unceremonious
fashion. With her hands cuffed tightly behind her, she was
aware that in her naked state, she was no doubt being gazed
upon by other prisons and guards.
The cool damp air brushed her skin, a sharp contrast to
the warm hands that held her arms just above the elbow. Even
with the blindfold on, she could tell that no light from the
outside had illuminated this area in years. He bare feet contacted
to moist, stone floor as she was taken down the corridor.
Her ears detected a heavy door being opened and she was
whisked through it. With a mighty slam it closed behind her.
Her "escorts" led her across the room and forced
her into a chair. Her arms and legs were fastened securely
and as soon as that was done, her blindfold was removed.
As she glanced around the room, Barbara noticed that there
was a small raised platform in the center, directly in front
of her chair. Rising from the ground was a type of pedestal
which had a ring about waist level and a cross member with
two rings at approximately shoulder height. There was also
a frame work bed which had rings attached to the posts. Above
the "stage" were four flood lights which at the
moment were dark. On the floor under the bed was a small footlocker
like object which no doubt contained some horrible items.
"I'll bet you're wondering where Allison is, aren't
you?" came a female voice from behind Barbara. "She
will be along in due time. I can't tell you how glad I am
to make your acquaintance," she continued as she stepped
out from the shadows.
"My name it Leslie," she said as she stepped over
toward Barbara. He hair was tied up on her head, but Barbara
could make out that it was strawberry blonde in color. Her
face was very attractive, with high cheekbones, full lips,
and beautiful green eyes. Surely this can't be the torturer
that was rumored about, thought Barbara.
Dressed in a lab coat which did little to destroy the marvelous
curves of Leslie's body, she reached down into one of her
pockets and pulled out a small box.
"Well, this won't do," she said as she looked
at Barbara. Leslie turned and walked off into the shadows
after placing the box next to Barbara's chair. With much dread,
Barbara looked down and saw what appeared to be a small fishing
tackle box. Her mind raced for answers to questions that were
forming, but it was slowed and numbed by the pain and agony
which it had been forced to endure in the past how ever many
hours it had been.
Quietly, Leslie returned with a harness which she placed
between Barbara's tits and over her shoulders. She tightened
it behind the chair, forcing Barbara's mauled tits outward
and restraining any further movement.
"I want to make sure that you pay attention to what
is going to happen to your friend," Leslie said as she
opened the box. With her right hand she pulled out a rather
large fish hook on which a length of nylon fishing line had
already been attached. "Compared with what you have been
through already, this is going to be minor," she calmly
stated as she moved behind Barbara and reached over her shoulder
to grab her left tit. "But it will assist om keeping
Casually, Leslie pulled outward on the nipple, causing Barbara
to suck in a breath of air through her teeth. They were still
With morbid fascination, Barbara watched as Leslie touched
the hook under her nipple, half way back on the aereloa. A
flash of pain hit her brain and she tried to move away, but
it was to no avail. Leslie had been right, though. The pain
was nothing like she had already endured.
Slowly the hook was threaded through her tit until it had
her hooked well. Leslie went to the other side, and just as
coolly, just as casually, just as naturally embedded the second
hook into Barbara's right tit.
Leslie pulled the lines tight and then efficiently attached
them to two hooks which were in the arms the chair. The effect
was to pull Barbara's tits forward and away from her body.
Barbara knew that if she moved, the hooks would only become
more embedded in her flesh, and she doubt that Leslie, or
anyone for that matter, would remove them in any manner other
than the most painful way.
With this accomplished, Leslie turned and walked away from
Barbara, and back into the shadows.
It was only moments until Leslie returned, and emerging
from the shadows behind her were two muscular men who held
between them the struggling form of Allsion!
Barbara could hardly bear to watch as they brought Allison
up onto the "stage" and roughly threw her onto the
bed. The cuffs that were now evident on her wrists and ankles
were swiftly clamped to the rings, making Allison spread eagle
on the bed.
Allison was a pretty girl with a soft face and a pretty
smile. She wasn't knock-out beautiful, but would make anyone's
head turn. Her reddish-brown hair was shoulder length, curling
under at the ends, and her long bangs were brushed over to
But now the face was contorted and fading streaks from tears
left red impressions on her cheeks. Leslie approached Allison
as the two men stepped back. She looked at Barbara as she
took a knife from one of her pockets and quickly began shredding
"We know that you know more than this little bitch
knows," said the torturer as she removed Allison's shirt
and just as quickly, her bra. Now with her tits free, Barbara
could see that while the breasts were not anything spectacular,
they were almost perfect in form and color. The nipples were
small and flat with the contour of the breast. For a moment,
Barbara almost found herself wanting to suck on them, but
then realized what it was that she was contemplating.
"So, you now have a choice..." Leslie undid the
slacks and forcefully pulled them down to Allison's ankles
and sliced them off. "You can either tell me everything
that I want to know, or you can watch your friend here,"
she turned to the restrained shape on the bed and with two
quick slices, slit off her panties, but not with out nicking
her skin, leaving a cut on her left side just above her thatch
of pubic hair which began to fill with crimson blood, "die
Leslie licked her finger and then massaged the open wound.
With blood on her fingertips, she placed them into her mouth
and suck, no doubt relishing in the taste. She reached down
and gathered some more blood on her fingers and walked over
to Barbara. She slipped the finger across the space between
Barbara's taut breasts, leaving a trail of Allison's blood
between her tits. "The blood of your friend is on your
hands," she laughed as she went back to the bed.
Leslie kneeled down and slid the locker out from under the
bed and opened the lid. Barbara could not see into it as Leslie's
body blocked her view. As the lid was closed, the pain-giver
stood and walked over to Barbara once again.
"I will give you one more chance to tell me what I
want to know before I begin to reduce this beautiful young
woman to a battered, scarred, and hideous corpse." She
tugged ever so gently on the nylon lines which pulled on the
hooks embedded in Barbara's soft breasts for emphasis.
At that moment Barbara could see the implement that Leslie
held in her hand. It was nothing more than a pair of vise
grip pliers. Leslie saw that Barbara had noticed them and
smiled. "Yes, sometimes I find that simple things work
the best." She twisted the knob on the end which opened
the jaws just slightly and then released the catch, the pliers
opening it's maw wide.
"Well, I guess that it is time to begin!" She
returned to the outstretched Allison. The girl on the bed
had pleading eyes. Leslie took her bare hand and slapped at
Allison's small right tit. There was an ever so slight hardening
of the nipple after the blow. Leslie took her fingers and
massaged the nub as Allison squirmed.
"I hope that you can forgive your friend," she
said, looking Allison in the eye. "She would rather you
suffer than help me out." The pliers in Leslie's hand
lowered down until the jaws were positioned to clamp down
on the tender flesh.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NOOOOOO!!! PLEASE,
STOPPPPP!" wailed Allison. Barbara tried to blot out
the situation by closing her eyes, but the message was conveyed
through the screams, and she knew that she would not be able
to blot out the look of sheer terror that had been on Allison's
face the millisecond after the pliers closed on her nipple
and the millisecond before her scream had pierced the air.
With a morbid sense of curiosity opened her eyes after a
few moments and saw Allison trying to thrash about, the pliers
holding tight as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her nipple
was an ugly reddish purple and bulging. A trickle of blood
seeped down her tit.
After what seemed to be a minute or so, Leslie released
the visegrip. Another scream was soon splitting the air as
she had re-applied the tool after twisting the jaws closer
"I am sure that you will enjoy it when I get down to
her clit and start in on that!" yelled Leslie over the
screams and begging of Allison. "And this is just the
Barbara thought to herself, "I think that maybe it's
time to talk..."
"I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW!!!!"
screamed Barbara at the top of her lungs. She fought to get
out of the chair but only succeeded in embedding the hooks
deeper into her breasts. They were so deep now that she could
see them threatening to poke their way out the front of her
Leslie had finally broken Barbara when she had applied the
vise grip pliers to Allison's clit. The banshee-like wail
that still seemed to echo off the walls had forced Barbara's
hand. As she had told the information that would surely mean
the death of others who were her friends, she watched Allison
writhe in the pain of three vise grip pliers. It had taken
an hour or so, and when Barbara was slow in revealing information,
the vise grips were twisted, pulled, and pushed, causing more
"JUST LET HER GO!!!!" cried the seated spy as
the pliers were removed from Allison's tormented body. Her
tits were an ugly purple, small trails of blood down into
her cleavage. A small smear of blood was around her cunt and
now only moans could be heard from her lips.
Leslie removed the last pair of pliers and walked over to
"Oh, but I AM going to give her a chance to go free.
The choice is hers. In a few moments, you will see something
that I am quite proud of." She sat down on the floor
and looked up at Barbara.
With disgust and loathing, Barbara looked down at Leslie,
across her taut tits. She so wanted to take Leslie and kill
her. If she could get her hands free she would risk damaging
her tits beyond repair to just get at the sadistic woman.
"I am sure that the thought of what will become of
you has crossed your mind, hasn't it?" said Leslie with
a maternal tone of voice. "Well, just to give you some
idea, I could of course let you go, but then you would no
doubt report back to your people." Leslie pulled her
knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She was sitting
like a girl at a pajama party who was talking about boys!
"With your looks and beauty, I could make you a company
whore. I'm sure that your aggressiveness would make a nice
addition. And then again, we are always conducting experiments
in the effectiveness of torture and how long we can do things
to the human body until death is inevitable."
On the bed, Allison's breathing was slowly returning to
normal. The tears had dried and her crying had stopped. Barbara
feared that all too soon it would begin again, no matter what
Leslie said about letting anyone go. Maybe if she could stall
the torturer a little longer, Allison would be able to recover
more strength, and as such, be better prepared to face what
might be in store.
"You are a twisted bitch," spat Barbara.
"Oh, on the contrary. I have been called brilliant
by some of the greatest brains in the world of counterintelligence.
I have invented or helped perfect many of the items used in
this building today." Leslie stood and walked into the
shadows behind Barbara. The sound of a cart on wheels moved
up behind and then into the light.
"This is what I am going to subject your friend to,"
said the interrogator. She held up what appeared to be a heavy
gauge needle for Barbara to see.
"This, believe it or not, is a very effective restraint."
Now Barbara could see that it was more like a double needle
where one needle was slid into the other. On the end was an
eyelet. It was hard to pick up any other details except what
looked like grooves running down the length of it. Leslie
turned and walked over to the bed. She sat down on the far
side so Barbara could watch the procedure.
Taking Allison's left breast, she pinched the already punished
nipple to make it stand up better. Allison's eyes opened as
she became aware of what was about to happen.
"Please, no, oh God, please, NO!!" she shouted
and started to buck as best she could. Leslie quickly climbed
onto the bed astride Allison. With a quick backhand, Allison
quieted down enough for Leslie to grab her tit and push the
needle against it. A quick jab was met with a slight whimper
"You see," began Leslie again, "those things
that looked like grooves are actually little barbs which lay
down until I give the eyelet a twist, at which point they
begin to spread out like an umbrella's stays. The more it
is pulled on, the deeper it seats. They are extremely difficult
and usually quite painful to remove without surgery, but it
can be done."
A mournful moan was emitted from Allison's lips as Barbara
watched Leslie twist the eyelet. A quick yank on it caused
Allison to snap back into a shout of pain. Leslie quickly
took a second "needle" and rammed it into Allison's
other tortured breast.
"We have had a couple of women that got loose from
these restraints, but it both cases," Leslie stated as
she twisted the second one, "they ripped their nipples
off. It wasn't very pretty. But then, you'll be able to observe
that first hand depending on how badly your friend here wants
to get loose!"
Stepping back to no doubt admire her handiwork, Leslie gazed
upon Allison as she spoke to Barbara one more time.
"We also have models that fit up the vagina, anus,
and one for men that we slip up their dicks. That can be especially
fun to watch. Perhaps we can arrange an entire show for you!"
A door behind Barbara opened and tow men strode in. They
were dressed in jumpsuits with hoods. They removed the shackles
that held Allison to the bed. Her body was almost like dead
weight as they helped her to her feet. Now Barbara could see
clearly the red eyes, the mangled nipples and protruding clitoris.
Allison tried to walk and be strong, but her knees were shaking
Her eyes lifted from their gaze at the floor as they pulled
her across the room and looked into Barbara's. Allison took
a deep breath and painfully whispered, "Please don't
let them hurt me any more... Please!" And then she was
dragged across the room.
Leslie approached Barbara and carefully released the tethers
that had stretched her tits against the hooks. Returning to
normal, the breast tissue was once again given a new pain,
that off the hooks being in a different position. Two more
men, or maybe they were the same men as had taken Allison
away, came and undid Barbara's wrist and ankle restraints.
With a firm grip she was led to another room. Once again she
was placed in a chair and lashed firmly into place. At least
this time her tits were not cruelly pulled. And then she saw
what was in front of her.
Allison was sitting on the floor of a glass case. Her legs
were splayed out to either side. She was bent over slightly
and Barbara could see that there were two lengths of chain
that connected her nipple anchors to the floor of the chamber.
There was just enough slack that Allison could partially erect
"The object of this is very simple," began Leslie
as she approached to case. She reached up and took a hose
from above and placed it into a holder on the side of the
case. "The tank will fill with water. If you are able
to get out, your life will be spared. If not, well, I am sure
that you understand the consequences." She had said it
in a voice which was loud enough for Allison to hear.
"You sadistic bitch!!" cried Barbara. Tears made
a renewed journey down here cheeks. "Take me instead!!!
Just let her be!!"
"Such a noble gesture," said Leslie. "Sometimes
what we do is to connect on inside the tank with one outside.
It creates quite an interesting sight to see the one inside
who wants to live pull the titties off the one outside!"
She smiled and turned on the water.
Allison had been rather subdued until the first drops of
water splashed into the case where she was reigned. Barbara
could see the goosebumps pop out on her skin. The water must
be cold she thought.
The lady in the glass tank, the formerly somewhat subdued
Allison moved around and got up on her knees. She move around
looking at the sides of the tank, from bottom to top. The
top was at least six inches above the furthest that she could
raise her head.
The water was over her leg as she reached down and grabbed
one of the chains. Barbara knew that it was a futile hope
that she would be able to pull the chains loose from the floor,
but Allison tried anyway. Barbara was weeping openly now as
she watched the water approach mid calf. She muttered and
cursed the wicked lady that was causing her beautiful co-worker
this pain and anguish. She swore about her company and her
bosses, and she also damned herself for not talking before
Allison had to meet this fate.
The water was approaching Allison's waist. Herr eyes held
a look of pure, unadulterated panic. She was not quite as
well trained as Barbara and was beginning to loose her touch
Grabbing the one chain, she pulled against her tit. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She wailed as the water was approaching the impaled orbs.
Blood began to weep from the nipples as Allison pulled harder.
It met with the water and diffused, swirling to create patterns
With short, firm jerks, Allison tried a new tactic of pulling
the tethers free. The water was approaching her neck now,
and Barbara could see that it was almost over with. In the
tank, Allison became a wild woman, and the water boiled in
response. She violently thrashed about, causing more blood
to enter the water. It was becoming so cloudy in the water
that Allison's actions could hardly be seen.
Barbara watched with morbid fascination. A spurt of blood
fed into the water and Barbara saw one of the chains fall
to the bottom of the tank, a chunk of flesh grappled at the
end. Barbara closed her eyes against the thought as the water
now threatened to engulf poor Allison's head.
The water was now opaque. The back of Allison's head could
be seen above the water, but with her face now covered by
the bloody mixture, the only sounds were those of water sloshing
against the side of the tank.
There was a flurry of activity which quickly drew to an
end. And then there was silence. Barbara was aware of her
own weeping. She could not see when she opened her eyes, such
was the volume of the tears. Her chest was wet with the salty
river that had flowed for her friend.
The water was draining out of the tank ten minutes later
when Barbara's vision was slowly returning to normal. As the
level lowered, she could not help but look into the tank.
Allison's face was
a death mask of pain and fear. Her open eyes pleading for
help or mercy or both. She lay on her side, her right breast
was mangled where the chain was still attached. Her left nipple
was gone, replaced by a 1-1/2" hole where the flesh had
been removed. Leslie walked up to Barbara as two men climbed
into the tank and began to remove the lifeless body.
"Now, just you wait until you see what I have in store
As the two men lifted Allison's lifeless body from the tank
I started to shake uncontrollably. I could hear my pee dripping
on the floor and I could feel my bowels releasing their burden.
Leslie noticed this with surprise and said "Oh...that's
what I like to see, now you are getting an idea of what it
means to work against us". To my surprise, she very gently
removed the hooks from my tits by pushing them out the other
side and cutting the barbs with a wire cutter. Leslie ordered
the two men to take Allison to the preparation area. Now I
was given an injection and leslie said "good night...see
you tomorrow". When the sleep drug wore off, I awoke
with a shot and noticed the red ceiling with golden dragon
designs. I tried to move but my wrists and ankles were securely
bound to steel clamps on a wooden table. In the background
I could hear the very subtle tones of Chinese Classical Opera
music. To my great surprise I noticed that I was fully dressed
in a silken gown. As I looked at my arms I noticed that oil
had been applied to them. My hair had apparently been combed,
oiled, and braided into two pigtails hanging over each shoulder
and tied at the ends with a pink ribbon. After what seemed
like hours, I heard the doorknob turn and as the door squeaked
open Leslie appeared and came over to me. "Hello, I see
that you finally woke up. Remember that I told you that I
have some more in store for you? On your last mission in the
Peoples Republic of China you killed a man named Jin Lin.
I want you to meet his widow, Yu Lin, come in honey".
I heard footsteps and then a very petite little girl stood
staring me in the face. She was dressed in a blue silk robe
with a silver flower design and her hair was tied up in a
bun with a long gold pin through it. She was trembling and
tears were flowing down her eyes. "Is this the woman
who killed my husband"? "Yes Yu Lin...it is".
Leslie told me that there was no more they could do to me,
I had talked, and any more of their brand of punishment would
surely kill me. So now she was going to turn me over to Yu
Lin. She said that Yu Lin had felt deep torment these many
months since I had deprived her of her husband and she was
sure that Yu Lin would see to it that I met my proper end.
With that...Leslie left the room. Yu Lin looked at me and
said "You can't imagine the torture and anguish I have
gone through in the past months without my husband, it's your
fault and I will make you pay. If you think what Leslie put
you through in the past few days was rough, then you are in
for a very great surprise. The Agency turned you over to me
to do with as I please, and I will!!! You have been brutalized
in severe ways for the last few days, that is not the way
I will revenge my husband. I want you to suffer the anguish
I have had to endure for the many months past. As an oriental
woman, I know how to exact revenge in ways that will humiliate
you and cause you wish that you were dead. My methods are
not especially painful but are rather...let me say lingering...The
Agency taught you to take pain, but not what I am going to
make you endure". Yu Lin now bowed and then walked over
to the wall and turned a dial and raised the volume of the
Chinese music. She came over to me and started stroking my
hair ever so gently. Yu Lin licked her fingers and started
to rub them across my lips. I was quite shocked when she lay
down on top of me and squeezed her lips against mine. Her
tongue reached deep into my mouth and she ground her pelvic
bone against my sore pussy. I had been hurt so much in the
last few day that I welcomed this sudden affection and let
my tongue explore her throat. The pain hit me like a rifle
shot, she bit down hard on my extended tongue and rocked back
and forth as she pulled my tongue out and up. She let go of
my tongue and said "Now you know what I felt like after
you killed my man...you bitch!!!" Yu Lin now told me
to stick out my tongue...I didn't do it...The next thing I
felt was the pain of the slap across my face. I saw a bright
flash and felt the burning, I stuck my tongue out. She gripped
my tongue with a pair of vice grips and inserted a large safety
pin through it and into my upper lip. "Now sleep like
that and think about what I will to do to you tomorrow".
Thank god she removed the vice grips from my tongue. I don't
know how I slept, but when I finally awoke Yu Lin was sitting
on the floor with pair of pliers in her hand. She said that
she wanted to remove the safety pin from my tongue and lip.
She grabbed the pin and yanked it out of my mouth. Luckily
it opened under the pressure, otherwise it would have ripped
my upper lip and tongue to shreds. I felt the blood drip down
my lip and into my mouth. Out of instinct I drank it and lipped
my lips until it stopped. Yu Lin said "Are you thirsty?...Well
I think I have just what you need". She left the room
and came back with a funnel and a roll of duct tape. "Open
your mouth bitch!!!" I hesitated and received a swift
punch in the belly. I opened my mouth and Yu Lin stuffed the
funnel deep into my throat until my lips were spread wide
apart around it. Then she taped the funnel to my lips to secure
it. Now she knelled in front of me and said that I would have
to drink all of her pee. This would be part of my humiliation
and if I didn't drink it all down fast, I would choke. With
this, Yu Lin knelled in front of me and untied the silk strap
around her robe. She opened her robe to reveal her glistening
pussy hairs, a perfect triangle of silken black hair. She
positioned herself above the funnel and pinched off my nose
with her fingers and said "Now I am going to let myself
go, remember to drink it all down or you will surely choke".
I felt the rush of her pee in my throat and I began to swallow,
it was all I could do to keep up with her flow. I felt the
sting of her urine as it backed up into my nose. In my panic
I gulped it down faster, just when I thought I couldn't keep
it up any longer, her flow slowed down and then came in sporadic
spurts. She raised off the funnel and closed her robe. Then
she reached down and ripped off the tape around the funnel
and pulled it out of my mouth. "Well how did you like
drinking my pee? You are the woman who killed my husband and
I want to make you suffer. I hope you enjoyed my pee, there
is plenty more where that came from!!!" Now she pushed
a force feeder into my mouth and tied it in place with a velcro
strap around the back of my head. Yu Lin pushed her fingers
down my throat until I gagged and threw up all over the table.
"Ah...you very messy woman aren't you?" She sponged
the mess into a bowl and poured it back down the force feeder,
I had to swallow it all again. Yu Lin asked me "When
was the last time you ate?" I told her it had been about
3 days. "Ah then you must be hungry, I have a special
treat for you". She grabbed a bowl from the dresser and
placed it on the floor. Then she squatted over it and started
rubbing her belly as she closed her eyes and let out a couple
of moans. I heard the shit hit the bowl with a thump...thump...thump...
She picked up the bowl and came over to me and started to
stuff the contents into the force feeder tube with her fingers.
"Swallow it you bitch!!!, you deserve it for killing
my man" I felt the bitter shit being stuffed into my
mouth but I wouldn't swallow, the thought repulsed me. When
Yu Lin couldn't stuff any more in the force feeder, she said
"Ah, you resist my punishment" Then she pinched
off my nose so I couldn't breathe and told me I would suffocate
in about 3 min if I didn't swallow it all. I panicked and
swallowed in order to breathe. It was very bitter but I ate
it all. She now removed the force feeder and turned around
and told me to lick her ass clean. After what I have just
been through, this was no problem. As I licked her asshole
I noticed that she was gyrating around...did she really enjoy
this?...She told me to stick my tongue all the way up and
rotate it around. After awhile she lifted up and looked at
me. "I am going to make you really suffer for what you
did to my husband...you bitch!!! We have all the time in the
world and I am going to take my time humiliating and torturing
Today I worked a little on your mouth, tomorrow I will start
in another place".
The next day I was awaken by two men untying me. Yu Lin
was giving then directions in Chinese. I didn't know what
she was saying but she looked very proud of herself and had
a big smile on her face. The men stripped the robe off me
and hoisted me up by my ankles. I was suspended upside down
from the ceiling by two chains and ankle straps. My legs were
spread about three feet apart and I was totally naked and
helpless. Yu Lin dismissed the men and then just stood there
staring at me with that smile on her face. She said...I thought
all night about what I wanted to do to a bitch like you, I
still not sure...but I try something you maybe no like. She
walked over to me and started to swing me back and forth.
As I swung toward her she came up with a vicious punch in
my belly. The wind was completely knocked out of me and my
eyes were tearing. She grabbed a bamboo cane and brought down
right in the crack of my pussy. ...How that feel, good?...I
could hardly hear her over my own screams. Next she threaded
the cane through the four rings that were still piercing my
pussy lips. ...Now we play little game, ok?...Yu Lin started
turning the cane ever so slowly. I felt the pain as the four
rings were twisting my pussy into a bundle. Just when I thought
that the rings were going to rip through the flesh, she stopped
and tied the cane ends to both my legs. She opened a long
box and selected one of the 2 foot long acupuncture needles.
She took the needle and ran it through the bundle of flesh
that used to be my pussy. After she pushed it through about
18" she bent the flexible needle into a U shape and rammed
it into my asshole. ...Ah, that look so good, I think I like
playing with you. Now have other needles to try...Next she
took a pair of handcuffs and tightened them around the base
of my breasts. My tits were bulging out like balloons. Yu
Lin took another acupuncture needle and ran it through my
right breast and then into and through my left breast. Now
she reversed the procedure and started from the left side.
Three more needles were inserted into and through each ass
cheek. ...Oh my, you look so pretty now with all your decorations,
I think you should dance for me...She took two wires with
alligator clips on one end and attached one of them to a needle
in my breast and the other to the needle stuck up my asshole.
I stared in horror as I watched her plug the other end into
the wall outlet. The room shook violently and then darkened
into blackness. A brilliant flash of light awoke me, my ears
were ringing from the slap across my face. Yu Lin stared at
me and said ...You dance very pretty upside down, I had really
good time watching you...She reached over with her long sharp
nails and pinched one of my nipples.
Yu Lin kept grinding the nipple between her razor sharp fingernails
until they started to bleed. Now she put my nipple in her
mouth and stared to suck and lick the blood up. She removed
her mouth and squeezed the tit until the blood started to
drip across my breast then she smeared it all over my chest
and stepped back to admire her work. ...You look so good like
that, I dreamed about this day, now it has become a reality
for me, I think I can do even better... Yu Lin went over to
the dresser and returned with a scalpel. She grabbed my already
bruised nipple and promptly sliced it off. I stared in horror
as the blood gushed out and sprayed out all over her face.
She picked up a clothes iron and pushed it up against the
hole where my nipple used to be.
I could hear and smell the flesh burning as he cauterized
the wound shut. Just before I passed out I caught a glimpse
of the smoke rising from the seared flesh.