Hour 9
Stacy looked out through blurry eyes and she tried to focus on the man
in black and her sister, Kim. He was adjusting her to sit upright in a
rather ordinary-looking chair in front of Stacy. Stacy was just trying
to relax as best as she could, shifting the weight of her body from one
leg to the other. The chains overhead were really stretching her
longways and her toes were beginning to cramp; it was easily the least
of the pains she had experienced in the last eight hours.
Once the tormentor situated the semi-comatosed Kim in her seat,
unchained and not resisting, he centered himself between the two
beauties and finally spoke.
"I suppose you have wondered a thousand times in the last eight hours,
'Why me?' I will now honor you both with an adequate explanation.
"About two months ago, Stacy here competed against my daughter for a
scholarship to Berkeley. A full-ride scholarship, mind you. When you
won the award, my daughter was devestated. She was clearly more
deserving and she knew it. I appealed the decision but no change was
made.
"You got the scholarship that was my little girl's only chance. She
hanged herself last week. In her suicide note she said her only wish in
this word was for Stacy to disappear.
"Well, as you can see, I am making my daughter's dying wish come true.
The fact that your sister, Kim, happened to get in the way is purely
just coincidence. I thought perhaps that seeing your sister tortured
would help you see how it feels for me, to see my daughter tormented,
tormented by a slut like you Stacy. You who obviously must have slept
your way to that scholarship."
Stacy wanted to protest but what good would that do now?
"And now, I am going to finish you sister. I will be sticking pins and
needles in her body until she either dies from the pain or bleeds to
death."
When the man returned, he brought several boxes. He reattached a collar
to Kim's neck and raised her body toward the ceiling with her toes
barely scraping the earth. Then he opened one of three boxes. Kim
couldn't stand to look inside, for she heard the noise. He slid the box
around and both girls could hear hundreds, maybe thousands of needles
swishing around.
Kim mumbled something resembling the words "no" and "please" but the man
continued on his mission. He had not particular order to follow, he
simply started filling her flesh with pins.
After several minutes he had one hundred needles in various body parts.
Minute trickles blood ran down her face and her stomach where needles
ran into larger blood vessels.
The man in black ran needles through her nose, her cheeks, ears,
eyelids, the webbing between fingers, her juicy thighs, even shoved a
pair into her right eye, an action which drew the heartiest cries.
After twenty minutes of this treatment, Kim could be mistaken for a
lifesize pin cushion. She only lasted this long because she was young in
shape.
In thirty minutes, she had several hundred needles protruding from her
body, dozens mounted in her face alone. Probably a hundred and fifty in
her breasts. Four under each fingernail.
Finally, after nearly an hour of this torture, Kim's body just stopped
moving and her breath stopped. Over two thousand needles punctuated her
ravished form.
Stacy watched as her sister bowed her head in quiet, final resignation.
And while Stacy was feeling guilt for indirectly dragging her sister
into this mess, she somehow knew that she was probably going to be
joining Kim soon.
End of Part 9
